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 MILITARY MAN



   I looked down at my blood-covered hands in growing horror.  I looked
down at David's soft cock.  Blood flowed from the pee hole and from sores
along the shaft that I had caused with my wanking.  I had sucked and rubbed
him until he bleed.  How COULD I have done that?

   Crying I stumbled from the bed into the hallway to collapse, naked, on
the floor.  I was sobbing my heart out now.  My son, my baby had left me,
and now I had really hurt the one I love above all.  How could I come to
this?  How on earth did I get here?





   ***** Four Months Previous *****

   "Mum, I'm going to join the Royal Marines." Peter looked at me his eyes
sparkling with excitement as he pronounced my sentence of doom.  I smiled.
"OK, Pud," I said.  Then my mind kicked into gear.  My baby was asking me
if he could go and see a foreign land.  Then get blown to bits by someone
who didn't even know his name.  I opened my mouth to tell him not to be so
silly, stopped and ran his words back through my mind.  He had said, "I'm
going." He wasn't even asking me, just telling me.  ME!  HIS MOTHER!  I
smiled again not knowing what to do, what to say.  It was ridiculous of
course.  Peter, my Pud, My little Pudding, joining the Royal Marines.  Why
he was only, was only 17 years old.  He'd finished school, didn't want to
go to university, wanted the Royal Marines.  I saw him standing in front of
me, in his nappy, his dummy.  "Please Mummy, please let me go and get blow
to bits." I shook the image from my mind.  Peter had gone; I didn't even
see him leave.

   I went upstairs.  I wanted to lie down, to cry.  My baby was leaving me.
As I passed Nicola's room I heard Peter talking.  "That went better than I
expected." He said.  I was shocked, he'd told his sister before he told me.
It was almost a betrayal.  I lay on my bed and cried.

   The ROYAL MARINES, Pud didn't even like playing football and he wanted
to join the countries most respected (and feared) fighting force.  I was in
shock.  At dinner that evening, I told David.  He nodded, even HE knew
before me.  The betrayal was complete.  I looked at him as he spoke to
Nicky.  He was too slim, to frail to complete the training.  He wasn't at
all athletic never shone at any sport.  He was intelligent.  Brains though
wouldn't help him run away from bullets.

   I cried again when he left.  He stood tall and smart.  His slim frame
held his suit perfectly.  He kissed Nicky; shuck hands with David then
turned to me.  "I love you Mum.  I'll make you proud, you see." I held him
to me not ever wanting to let go.  David put his hand on my shoulder.  I
kissed Pud again.  "You come back to me.  You hear me - come back to me." I
pressed myself into David's arms as I watched my first-born leave me.



   ***** Now *****

   I knelt on the floor crying, sobbing uncontrollably.  Curled in a ball I
rocked in my anguish.  Footsteps on the stairs, an arm on my back.  "Mum,
MUM what's wrong?" Nicky said, almost shouted, in control - always in
control.  I held out my hands and let her see the blood on them.  Nicky
left me for a few minutes.  "Mum, Dad's OK.  He's ALL RIGHT!" I looked into
her eyes as she knelt by my side.  I saw the truth in her eyes.  Then cried
again, this time I cried with relief.  I held onto her and cried on her
shoulder.  I let her comfort me.  When she tried to take me back into my
bedroom, I stopped.  "No, no, I can't, not yet." She guided me into her
room, into her bed.  I faced the wall, shamed at what I had done.  I slept.


   Waking, it was dark, I felt a warmth on my back, scratching hairs
against my buttocks.  David cuddling me.  I drifted into sleep wondering
why David had breasts and hard nipples that pressed into my back.

   I woke again, this time I saw Nicky laying in my arms, her back against
my chest, skin to skin.  My arms wrapped around her, cupping a breast, her
stomach.  I moved my hand off her breast.  "Oh Mum, I was enjoying that. 
Put your hand back, pleeeaaassse." I put my hand back on her breast.  Then
her hand came and covered mine.  "Thanks Mum, that's so nice and warm." I
felt her nipple grow and harden against my palm.  I nuzzled against her,
burying my nose in her hair, kissing her neck.  I was getting a sexual
response from a bedmate for the first time in three years.  I was lost in
memories as I grew wetter and wetter.

   David, my husband, had been playing golf.  Then, an idiot who didn't
know better (until we sued the pants off him), hit a ball behind him. 
David was hit on the head by the ball.  He suffered a fractured skull. 
Some brain damage.  He recovered almost completely, Almost.  He couldn't
get an erection.  He had no interest in sex.  Our sex life was destroyed.
Occasionally I could get him to cum.  He needed a lot of stimulation and he
quickly lost interest.  I still loved him, I had since I was 15 and he was
35.  He got me pregnant on my 16th birthday.  That was Peter (my Pud).  We
have been together for 18 years (my mother said it wouldn't last 6 months -
she still doesn't really like him).  I love him and want to stay with him
always.  David is the only man I want.  He is my life.

   I held Nicky and relaxed in her warmth.  I teased her breast and pulled
on her nipple.  Then I HAD to go to the bathroom.  I was desperate for an
orgasm.  I sat on the toilet, working my fingers over my clit until I came.
I then noticed that I had left the bathroom door open and that Nicky was
watching me.  Again, I felt shamed, shamed at being caught masturbating
like this.  I dropped my head.  "I'm sorry Nicky," I said.  Nicky entered
the bathroom and knelt in front of me.  She held my head in her hands, she
the parent now.  "Mum, I seem to remember you telling me that 95% of women
masturbate, and the other 5% lie about masturbating." She smiled at me. 
"Come on Mum, Let's go and see Dad." I wiped myself then followed her.  As
I left the bathroom, I realised that I was still naked.  I snatched a towel
and wrapped it around myself.  Why?  I do not know.

   I entered my bedroom; Nicky had the first aid kit out and was putting
some antiseptic on her fathers abused penis.  I walked over to David's side
and looked down at him.  "Oh David please forgive me, please, please
forgive me.  I'm so sorry, truly sorry." He looked up at me, a puzzled look
on his face.  "Of course I forgive you.  I forgive you for everything, for
anything.  I will always forgive you, but what am I forgiving you for?"
"For hurting you so much, for doing that to you." I said as I pointed to
his wounds.  David looked at his daughter, his favourite.  "Nicky my pet,
would you give us a few minutes please?" Nicky smiled and, picking up the
first aid kit, she left the room.  "I'll make some coffee," she said as she
left.

   "Jen, my love," he started "Jen, you have needs that I can't fulfil. 
You have the right to expect a full sex life.  I can't give you that.  It's
because of MY failure that this has happened, not yours.  You're not to
blame for this, I am.  My incapacity is to blame but never you my angel.

   He looked up at me.  "My angel, if you find that you need to go
elsewhere to get what I can't give you I will understand, I won't be upset
and I won't ask who or when.  If you need to, then find someone." Tears
pricked my eyes.  I spent the next ten minutes trying to explain that I
didn't want ANYONE else but him.  More than that I wanted, needed, was
desperate for his child.  I HAD to have his baby.  I HAD to be pregnant by
him again.  Had to.  HAD TO.  HAD TO!  He didn't really understand, though
I doubt that any man would understand a woman's desperation to have her
mans child.  The absolute physical desperation to have his child.  We
agreed to try again.  I would collect his sperm in a condom and inseminate
myself with his seed.  We both knew that he would be unable to actually
come inside me, especially deep enough to give me a chance to get pregnant.
We would start next weekend.

   We dressed and went downstairs.  Nicky was in the kitchen sipping a cup
of coffee.  She smiled to us and poured us both a cup; we sat together and
drank.

   The week passed slowly for me.  David's penis healed quickly with
Nicky's ministrations (I am TOTALY incapable with wounds & first aid and
all that - I've tried, I keep throwing up in the wounds).  I masturbated
daily in the bathroom.  Nicky came in once, but when she noticed me, she
smiled and left.  Finally the time came and David and I went upstairs. 
Nicky called after us "Good luck, and don't do anything I wouldn't do." We
laughed.

   The evening was a disaster.  Fearful of hurting David again, I used my
mouth and hands as gently as possible, sucking his once gorgeous and proud
cock into my mouth, taking the whole length when I once was only to be ably
to accept half of his 8 inches.  After an hour I gave up and lay beside him
while I cried myself to sleep.

   Nicky noticed my disappointment the next morning, as well as my
increased time masturbating.  This week though when she came into the
bathroom to have her shower while I was fingering myself, instead of
leaving she smiled at me and continued to have her shower.  I watched her
lithe naked body as she washed herself and I used her image in my
masturbation fantasy.  I came and came, my orgasm racking my body.  Nicky
watched me, "Wow Mum, you needed, that." She said.  As I left the bathroom
she stopped me and kissed me, on the lips.  After having her watch me
finger myself to orgasm I could do nothing but return the kiss.  "I love
you Mum." She said.  "I love you too, Nicky."

   The next weekend David and I tried again.  This time I had just rolled
the condom onto David's flaccid cock when our bedroom door opened.  Nicky
entered the room and came to the side of our bed.  "Hi Daddy," she said. 
"I was wondering if you were interested in this." She shrugged her
shoulders and her robe parted and fell to the floor.  Showing us both her
naked body.  As she knelt on the bed beside him, I felt a twitch in his
cock.  I dropped my head down and sucked his condom-coated cock into my
mouth.  Nicky took David's hand and rubbed his fingers over her pert
breasts, across her stomach then between her legs.  She used David's hand
to masturbate on, thrusting her hips and spreading her juices over him. 
She grasped her tits and squeezed them while her father watched.  "Oh Daddy
I wish you would hold my tits for me.  I wish you would suck my cunt for
me, make me cum and cum.  Make me scream with pleasure Daddy." Nicky
continued talking to, and distracting David.  Keeping his mind on her 14
year old body, while I sucked the cum from his cock into the condom.

   I managed to collect a teaspoon full of semen, the most I had seen from
David since his accident.  "Nicky, NICKY, look what you've done.  Look at
this." Nicky turned, she and her father watched as I carefully lifted the
condom from his cock.  Here was where my plan failed.  How was I to get
David's sperm deep enough inside me to fulfil my plan to get pregnant?  I
lay there on the bed, my legs parted as wide as possible, desperately
trying to push the condom deep inside me.  "Mum stop.  Stop.  Wait a
minute. Let me get something." Nicky said as she jumped from the bed.  She
quickly returned with the most lifelike dildo I have ever seen.  It was a
strong looking cock & balls set.  Nicky pulled the condom onto this
magnificent cock and pricked the condom's end with a pin.  "Now Mum, lay
back again." She told me.  I lay back and parted my legs.  Nicky's gentle
fingers parted my vagina lips and she pushed the dildo deep into me.  I
felt filled with this plastic cock, more filled than I had ever felt.  She
gently fucked me with the dildo sliding it deep into my cunt.  As she
thrust the dildo into me, she pulled back on the condom forcing her dad's
sperm out of the pinholes she had made.  I came, twice, three times as she
thrust the plastic cock in and out.  Finally the condom ripped and the cock
forced it's way through the condom's shredded end.  Nicky thrust the dildo
deep into me right up to my cervix as she pulled the remains of the condom
out.  She had succeeded beyond my best expectations.  David's sperm was
deep inside me.  David and Nicky left me to sleep.  The dildo remaining
inside me, trapping his sperm leaving the wriggling seed with only one
direction to go.  Toward my womb, my egg; to make a new baby for me.

   I woke next to David the next morning.  I felt the dildo beside me.  It
had slipped out during the night.  I hoped that it had done its job and
helped impregnate me.  I slipped my robe on and went to the bathroom. 
After having my morning pee, I washed the plastic cock.  Admiring its
lifelike appearance and the attention to detail, its maker had gone to. 
The veins were clearly shown, as were the wrinkles on the scrotum.  The
folds of the foreskin around the crown stood out magnificently.  I wondered
where Nicky obtained this beautiful cock.  I entered Nicky's bedroom she
was just waking.  I was about to leave her when she spoke.  "What is it
Mum?" "I was just returning this my Pet." I held up the dildo for her to
see.  "Oh thanks Mum." She held out her hand for it.  I gave it to her and
sat on her bed.

   "Nicky, do you mind if I ask where you got it from?  I think I'd like to
have one." I said, flushing red with embarrassment.  "Er Mum.  I didn't,
er, buy it." She said.  "Oh did one of your friends give it to you?" I
asked.  This time it was Nicky's turn to flush.  "No Mum.  I er, I made it
myself." I smiled.  "Oh and who was the model then?  One of your boyfriends
from school?" "Oh MUM, you know I don't go out with the boys from school.
They're just pratts." I was puzzled now.  "How did you get it so life like
then?" I asked.  Nicky's head dropped.  "I used a model." She said quietly.
"Oh who?" I asked (digging my own grave though I was too thick to see it -
but that's me, quick on the uptake me.  NOT) "Peter." She said.  "Oh Peter
got it for you?" I said.  (Sometimes I need to be hit over the head with a
cricket bat.) I knew that Peter would do almost anything for his little
sister, but get her a DILDO?  "No Mum, Peter didn't get it for me.  HE was
the model." I heard the words.  I understood all of them.  Individually,
that is.  It was the whole sentence that I had trouble with.  Did she
REALLY say that Peter, my son and her brother, modelled for this dildo? 
She must be VERY good with her hands to carve something as lifelike as
this. I told her so.  I was becoming proud of her artistic prowess.  I
couldn't have done anything like it.  "Er.  No Mum, I didn't carve it.  I
used Peter to make a latex mold." The picture slowly formed in my mind. 
Peter naked and erect.  Nicky spreading latex over his cock & balls.  It
was my turn to flush.  "How, er, how did you keep him hard while the latex
set?" I asked, not knowing when to shut up.  "Mum do you REALLY want to
know that?" Nicky looked at me, I looked at her.  I was getting hot and so
was she.  (She could use her bed and I would have to use the bathroom for
our, soon to come, masturbation.) "Er If you don't mind telling me my pet."
I said quietly having difficulty getting the words out.  "I sat on his face
Mum." She said, her breathing quick and shallow as she remembered it.  I
couldn't understand how her sitting on his head would keep any boy hard for
the time it took for the latex to set.  THEN I realised what she meant and
I flushed completely red.  "Peter's VERY good with his tongue Mum." She
said with a faraway look in her eyes.  I noticed that her hand was between
her legs and moving slowly.

   "I, er, I have to, er go to the bathroom." I said, my thoughts rampant
with the images of my children making this magnificent cock.  As I rose,
Nicky grabbed hold of my wrist.  "No Mum, Don't go.  Please don't go." She
looked at me.  As I sat down again she pushed the quilt to one side
uncovering her naked body.  "Mum, touch me.  Please touch me." She pleaded.
"Please Mum, I helped you last night, please help me now." I slipped my
hand over her breasts, her nipples.  She threw her head back as she
surrendered to the feelings, her hand still stroking and squeezing her
clit. I lowered my hand, over her stomach, through her pubic hair.  I
nudged her arm out of my way.  She spread her legs wide for me.  I looked
at her opening labia, marvelling at the softness of her skin, the colours
of her sex.  As I watched, I saw her glisten with wetness.  I saw a drop of
her juice running from her cunt.  I was mesmerised.  "Taste it," said a
voice behind me.  I didn't, couldn't move.  "Taste it," the voice repeated.
I lowered my head, my mouth to kiss her neither lips.

   The musty smell and taste inflamed my desire.  I licked her slit.  I
couldn't get close enough.  I worked myself onto my stomach between her
legs, my hands pushing her knees up and out away from me, opening my
daughter to my mouth.  I licked her slit.  I nuzzled her sex pressing my
nose against her hooded clit.  I sucked and licked at her.  I blew into her
cunt.  Sucked deeply on her sex, I thrust my tongue deep into her cunt,
drinking her juices as they flowed freely from her depths.  Her hands
pushed mine from her legs and pulled her legs open wider.  I stared at her
gaping cunt before me.  The coral pinks and deep reds of her insides
fascinated me, inflamed me.  I gently pushed one finger deep inside her
entering easily.  I added another finger, then a third.  Thrusting into her
as she had thrust into me last night.

   Remembering the feelings from her dildo, Peter's replica cock, I picked
it up and placed its head at the entrance to her gushing cunt.  "OH YES,
MUM, YES.  Push it in me please, now Mum NOW!" With a slow twisting motion
that I knew and loved so much I thrust the plastic cock completely into
her, so far that its wrinkled balls hit against her body.  "Ohh, yes Mum.
Oohhh yes!" I twisted the cock around completely.  I was fascinated by the
way her cunt held onto and dragged on the surface of this synthetic
invader. I pulled it half way out then thrust it in again.  In and out
again, repeatedly, each stroke getting easier as she lubricated the
pistoning cock with her copious juices.

   I watched in awe as her clit emerged from its hid-away hood.  Saw it try
to rub against the thrusting cock, failing most of the time, dragging along
the whole length occasionally.  On these occasions Nicky would arch her
back gasping her delight, her arousal, calling for more, harder, faster.  I
lay my head against her mons and licked at her distended clit.  I sucked it
into my mouth as I harshly fucked her with the replica cock.  Using my
teeth for once I bit down on her clit.  She screamed, frightening me with
the ferocity of her arousal.  "More Mum.  Bite me again, harder.  PLEASE
MUM HARDER!" I swapped hands on the cock and, while still sucking and
biting her clit, I forced a finger deep into her ass, easily sliding into
her with the lubrication overflowing from her sopping cunt.  I withdrew
then thrust again, two fingers this time simultaneously biting and sucking
hard on the trapped clit in my mouth.  Nicky arched her back, lifting me
off the bed with the force of her climax.  A wave of her cum swamped my
face forced up my nose, into my eyes, covering my face.  As her cries
filled my ears.  She bucked against me for almost a minute then crashed
down onto the bed.  I continued to suck and nibble on her, thrust into her,
but gently now.  I brought her down from heaven back into bed with me.

   Nicky opened her eyes and sat up, the cock still trapped inside her. 
She grasped my face in her hands and lifted me to her lips.  She kissed me,
a deep loving kiss.  Her lips locked onto my sticky, cum-soaked face and
her tongue exploring my mouth, tasting her own special flavour from within
me.  Breaking the kiss, she looked behind me.  "Wasn't Mum great Dad?" she
said.  Shocked I turned to see my husband behind me.  He had watched the
whole thing, saw me sucking and fucking our 14 year old daughter.  My god
what on earth would he say, what would he think of me now?  David leant
forward, laying over me to kiss her.  "Your Mum is always great in bed
Nicky.  I'm glad that you don't mind giving her what I can't" I stared at
him.  He turned to me.  "Aren't you glad I told you to taste our daughter?"
He asked.  Dumbly I nodded.

   Bright eyed with the enthusiasm of youth Nicky asked, "Mum, can I do you
now?" I nodded and let her swap places with me.  Then arrange me as she
wished.  David left us to enjoy ourselves.  He left us with a smile on his
face.  Before he left; holding my face in his hands; he kissed me then
said, "Remember, my angel, Nicky and Peter are part of me too." I
understood what he meant.  I didn't have to go to someone else.  I could
have him, or if they were willing (and Nicky at least was), then I could
have him through our children.

   I lay back, arms above my head holding onto the headboard.  A pillow
under my hips and my legs spread wide.  Nicky knelt between my legs. 
"Close your eyes Mum," she ordered.  With my eyes tightly shut, I felt a
hardness probing the entrance to my cunt, holding itself right at the
outside edge.  "Look at me Jennifer" she ordered again.  I looked up at
Nicky.  Her pretty, elfin face had darkened, hardened.  Her hands held
behind her neck had pulled her small breasts into her chest, leaving her
with no more of a swell than many boys had.  Only her distended nipples
betrayed her gender.  I looked down between our hips.  Her flat stomach led
onto a thin patch of hair, from which grew a proud cock.  I now realised
that the colour of the dildo perfectly matched Nicky's own body tones.  I
SAW a young boy between my legs.  A young boy about to fuck me.  The sight
before me caused my cunt juices to flow liberally.  The extra lubrication,
together with the extra relaxation in my muscles, allowed the cock head to
slide in me a little further.  Groaning I tilted my head back, revelling in
the sensations from my cunt.  "I said LOOK at me," Nicky growled.  I lifted
me head and looked into her eyes.  "Do you like your new son Mum?" she
asked.  "You always wanted another son didn't you?" she continued.  "How do
you like me now?" Saying this, she thrust forward with her hips driving her
cock all the way into me.  I couldn't help myself, I groaned, "Ooohhhh
Nicky, Nick, don't stop," I cried.

   She reached forward and grasped my breast, squeezing it as a boy would.
She leaned forward, the extra weight pressing his/her cock into my cervix.
She bit down on my nipple then sucked it into his mouth hard, harder. 
Flames fired deep within my cunt.  My nipples burned with my desire.  I
just wanted to be fucked, fucked hard.  He withdrew, then plunged in again
hard, fast, with all the vigour of his youth.  He pumped hard and fast,
short strokes teasing me hammering on my G spot, spikes of fire crashing
though my being.  Then long deep hard strokes that filled me beyond my
desires, when he withdrew I felt emptier than I ever thought possible.

   His sweat dropped onto me, burning my chest, my breasts, my face.  His
arms tiring now he lay his weight on me.  I gratefully accepted him, his
weight, his body on mine, the cost a woman pays for her pleasure.  The
comfort a man gives his mate.  His sweat mingling with mine lubricated us.
Allowing him to slide along and across me, skin on skin, his skin inflaming
mine.  Hitting and scrubbing pleasure zones I never knew existed.  He
kissed and bit my neck, my breasts, he loved my breasts especially my
nipples.  All to soon he stiffened in his climax, his cock juddering as it
pressed deep inside me.  I felt for the spurts of his semen inseminating
me, making his baby inside me, but found nothing.  A great loss for me.  I
looked again and remembered that my lover was my DAUGHTER, her cock a
replica of my son's cock.  There would be no semen, no baby.  I felt empty,
drained.  Cold as well when Nicky lifted off me, allowing the cool air onto
my hot and sweaty skin.  I had not cum.

   Nicky knelt beside me.  "I've cum Mum," she said.  I can lick you to get
you off if you want.  BUT, (she stroked her 'cock' gently) I'm very
sensitive now so you won't be able to suck my cock.  Will you lick me
here?" she asked pointing at her ass.  I was unable to grasp her meaning,
so I nodded, I wanted to cum so badly.  She squatted over my face her hand
covering her 'cock' and slit.

   Her brown rosebud ass lowered itself toward my lips.  'OH NO' I thought,
I've never done this before, never.  Tentatively I extended my tongue,
fearing what I might taste.  I touched her skin, her asshole, tasting
sweat, her juices, a slight bitterness, but not as bad as I expected,
feared.  I ran my tongue along her crack, being careful to avoid her
'cock'. Long strokes that would tease her and excite her while she brought
me to my orgasm.  A hand dropped between my legs stroking my inner thighs,
torturing me with caresses, touches that excited me but didn't lift me
toward my orgasm.  As I licked, I noticed that when my tongue was actually
on her asshole, she touched my slit.  When I was further away so was she. I
concentrated on her brown bud, licking, then pressing my tongue onto her.
Her fingers responded, stroking either side of my clit, stoking the fires
within me now.

   I pressed harder then started to fuck her ass with my tongue, confident
that I wouldn't penetrate (as I hadn't up to then).  Then as I pressed into
her she strained back against me and my tongue entered her.  I was stunned
I felt the grip of her sphincter holding my tongue.  The warmth of her ass
heating my tongue, heating me.  I closed my eyes and thrust hard against
her, forcing my tongue deeper into her ass.  Deeper and deeper, until my
lips and nose pressed tight against her skin.  Shocked at my own actions I
froze, then, ignoring the bitter taste of her faeces, I slowly withdrew.  I
thrust forward again.  My tongue entering her ass.  This time I licked
around the inner walls of her ass.  Nicky arched her back, her head thrown
back as she cried out her passion.  She dropped her head back down and
locked her lips hard against my sex.  She sucked my clit into her mouth
nipped it with her teeth, sucked harder, then bit harder.  I thrust my sex
into her face trying to get her to suck and bite me harder, for longer,
deeper.  Rhythmically now I thrust my tongue into her ass.  Fucking her ass
with my mouth.  Nicky opened me with her fingers.  Pulling my vagina open
and sliding her fingers deep inside me.  Locking her mouth onto my clit and
sucking me deep into her mouth.  We both climbed into heaven.  Our orgasms
hitting us together.  Our sweat soaked bodies, clutching and grasping,
writhed against each other as we came and came.

   Nicky had given me the best ride I had had for three years.

   We continued this way for the next few weeks.  Nicky and I started
dressing very modestly.  Nicky dressed younger than her years and I always
wore long skirts and high necks.  Saturday evening though was different. 
We became sluts for David's pleasure.  Each Saturday we would tease and
excite David throughout the day building his excitement to a climax when
Nicky would distract him and I would milk the precious few drops of semen
from his cock.  Afterward Nicky and I would make love.  That isn't quite
true.  Nicky would fuck me.  She would take me as a teenage boy would,
mindful only of her own pleasure.  I would cum later, sometimes by my own
fingers.  However each week I received into my vagina David's seed.  The
result was always the same - nothing.  I grew more and more desperate with
each passing day.  To those who do not understand my desperation for a
baby, no explanation is possible; to those who do, no explanation is
necessary.

   We had received a letter - Peter was coming HOME.  My baby was coming
back to me.  He had been posted to the Naval Air Base close to our home. 
He was to join a Special Reaction Force; what ever that was.  Still Peter
was proud to be joining the unit and we were pleased he would be so close
to home.  He would arrive at the weekend.  I could hardly wait.

   The day arrived and we were ALL waiting for Peter's train.  David and I
linked arms as we usually do and Nicky wandered around the station. 
Finally we saw Peter's train arriving.  Intently we watched the carriages
and doors as they pasted us by.  The train stopped, doors opened and people
dropped to the platform.  Then through the smoke we saw a uniformed figure
carrying a kitbag.  IT WAS HIM.  We had started walking toward him when
both Nicky and I stopped.  Stopped as though hit by hammers.  Peter strode
through the crowd as if they weren't there.  The women he passed ALL stared
at him.  My baby was huge.  He stood at least 6 foot 1 inch tall.  But he
was built to match.  He was built like the proverbial brick shit house. 
Tall wide and muscular my hansom baby strode toward me.  I could hardly
breath.  The thoughts that raced through my mind would have had me arrested
on the spot had they been voiced.  My baby was a HUNK and I WANTED HIM.  I
was SO wet.  Nicky moved to my side.  "Oh my GOD Mum.  Can I screw him;
PLEASE?" she begged.  "After me" I answered without thinking.

   Effortlessly he lifted me in the air as he hugged and kissed me.  I ran
my hands over the rough serge feeling the muscles beneath.  My baby, slim
and pale, was a MAN!  I noticed that Nicola got a tighter hug, a longer
kiss.  I knew what they wanted to do as soon as they had privacy.  They
wanted what I wanted, to get naked and fuck.  I was SO wet it was dripping
from me.  Surely everyone around me could smell my arousal?

   The rest of the day passed in a haze.  Pud changed into shorts and tee
shirt, both tight on his firm body.  We laughed, talked, ate, touched and
warmed together again.  The day flew and, too soon, it was bedtime.  I lay
not sleeping.  I could imagine noises from Nicola's room as they lay in
each other's arms sweaty from their lovemaking, relaxing, sleeping.  I have
never hated anyone, though I came close that night.

   Saturday came.  We picnicked, and swam.  We lay soaking in the sun.  Pud
and David swam together, doppelgangers separated only by age.  Nicky lay
beside me, bathing topless, her body glowing golden in the sun.  I looked
at her smooth skin, proud nipples forcing themselves into the air,
proclaiming their existence.  Tight stomach leading to her string bikini,
such a tiny patch of material to defend her honour and dignity.  She was
made for sex, long strong limbs, a tight hard body, she would TAKE her
pleasure from the man she allowed into her bed.  He had better be a MAN, I
thought, otherwise she'll just spit the bits out and look for better.

   "Nicky," I started, "Have you and Peter ..." I hesitated, wanting to
know but almost fearing the answer.

   "Oh yes Mum.  Every night since he got back, he is ..., Oh God he's
tireless!  He's almost too much." She sighed, remembering.  I lay back,
tears pricking my eyes.  If only, if only.

   Saturday night, our night, my night.  My night to try again to get
pregnant.  My desperation for a baby hadn't diminished one bit.  Rather the
need had grown, almost like a festering sore in my soul.  I tried,
desperately tried, not to release my frustration onto David or Nicky.  But
I was so desperate.

   I lay talking to David, stroking each other gently.  The door opened and
Nicky entered.  She stood by the bed and slipped her Tee shirt off,
standing naked before us.  She turned and, unusually, turned the light off
before getting into bed beside me not her father.  Nicky pushed me onto my
back then kissed me deeply, her tongue probing deep into my mouth, her
hands pulling and tugging on my breasts.  I felt the bed move and rock. 
Then a body lay between my legs and a hardness pressed against my cunt
lips. I gasped with surprise, with a thrust I was filled.  Peter lay on me
and thrust deep, again and again.  "Fuck me Peter, fuck me as hard as you
can." I gasped.  I accepted his weight as he lay full on me and wrapped his
arms around my back.  His hands gripped my shoulders.  I was trapped within
his arms, a toy for his pleasures, putty in his hands.  As he thrust
forward I lifted my hips to him and he pulled down on my shoulders.  His
magnificent cock plunged deeper into me then I had ever felt before.  He
hit my cervix, I felt him press against my wombs entrance.  He withdrew, I
relaxed my hips, waiting for the next thrust.  It wouldn't be this one but
the next I thought.  He'll be in my womb the next thrust.  Again he thrust,
I too thrust against him and he pulled down on my shoulders.  Nearly there,
nearly inside - next time.  As we parted I spoke, "Harder, Peter, Harder."
He did.  We moved together and it worked, the head of his penis pressed
against then entered my cervix.  He was in my womb.

   We lay clasping each other, my legs wrapped around him as I lay wrapped
in his arms.  "Now Peter, cum inside me NOW!" I cried.  We rocked and
thrust, anything to provide the friction without pulling him from my womb.
I tightened my cuntal muscles trying to milk him dry.  Within seconds,
arching his back, he came.  His cock pumped his seed into me again and
again, directly into my womb.  I was filled with him, I too came, biting
his shoulder, his chest as we screamed out our orgasms together.

   Panting Peter collapsed on me, my arms fell to the bed and I held onto
my lover with my legs.  Peter squeezed me, "I love you Mum." He said into
my neck.  "I love you to Pud, I do love you." I replied.  The bed moved,
"You two look done in." Nicky said.  "Dad and I will share my bed tonight."
She kissed us both then left the room.  Peter and I relaxed and lay side by
side.  Surprisingly little flowed from me when his cock unplugged me.  It
was all held deep in my womb.  We slept together.  I was warmed by his arms
and comforted by his presence.

   In the night I woke.  I *KNEW* I was pregnant, I *KNEW* that I was now
carrying a baby boy.

   My pregnancy was confirmed four weeks later and the babies sex 39 weeks
later.  I have my baby, Mark David, and am happy.  David and I are the
prefect couple (except that I still have sex with both my eldest son and my
daughter separately and all together).  My mother is also happy that she's
a granny again, AND she's started talking to David!  Things are working out
for us all now.

   As Nicky said when Mark David was born, "Remember Mum, if you want a
hard job doing well, then send for a Military Man."







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