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SORDID CONCEPTION - PART 1
BY CHILI PEELER chilepeelr@aol.com
Sharon Larrington sat quietly at the table in the breakfast nook, stirring
her tea and thinking about her daughter-in-law's problem. Brenda had come
by four months ago to "just visit" but soon after arriving she had broached
the subject that had really brought her over.
"I could use some advise.....some medical advise," Brenda had said as
she'd watched her cleaning out her bedroom closet.
"What is it, dear?" Sharon had asked, looking at her as she folded an
old sweater. Sharon was a registered nurse at the small hospital in Little
Falls; being asked medical stuff by her family wasn't out of the ordinary.
"Chris and I have been trying to get pregnant for almost a year......."
Brenda began, ".....and nothing's happened."
Sharon's natural reaction was to tell Brenda to not rush into child-
rearing, partly because of her own experiences of having two children
before she was barely 20. Brenda was 22, almost 23. Sharon and her
husband had made it with the help of their parents. Chris and Brenda could
do the same, if necessary.
"Well, at least you're having fun trying, right?" Sharon teased her
daughter-in-law. Brenda smiled at that. Sharon would bet that Chris was
happy to deliver the goods to Brenda every night. They were both so
touchie-feelie with each other, even when they were visiting her.
And Brenda was a pretty girl - a very pretty girl with long black hair, a
roundish face with green eyes and a full pair of lips. She had a nice
hourglass figure with a large pair of breasts and flaring hips - breeding hips
as they were called.
The only thing that detracted from her looks was a somewhat jumbled
set of teeth; when Brenda smiled it was noticeable. Her other son, Brad,
called her Vampyra or Snaggletooth behind her back but Sharon had
noticed that Brad looked at her that certain way that young 19 year old
boys do.
Sharon could just imagine her oldest son's enthusiasm when Brenda
shucked off her baggy jeans and T-shirt, exposing her milky white skinned
Venus-like body. Oh, to be that young again!
"Have you seen your doctor? To check if everything is in working
order," Sharon had asked as she turned back into the closet.
"Well, that's why I really brought this whole matter up," Brenda had
said, sounding worried. "I saw Dr. Evans a few weeks ago and he did some
tests. He says everything is fine....with me."
Sharon had caught the way she had ended her sentence. Was there
something wrong with Chris then?
"Has Chris had his sperm count tested?" Sharon said, turning back,
folding an ugly blouse that she hadn't worn in years. Sharon could see that
Brenda was under some stress at this point in the conversation.
"Sharon, I'm gonna tell you this but you can't tell Chris. Promise?"
"Sure, honey, go ahead." Sharon had a weakness for gossip or
secrets...God knows she had a few herself.
"I took a sample to be tested last week but Chris doesn't know I took
it."
"Why the secrecy?"
"Chris is just weird that way. He says if it's gonna happen, it will
happen. He just didn't want to have himself tested."
Sharon could see Chris saying that - he was such a weird egg
sometimes.
"So you, um, collected some of his sperm without him knowing?"
"Yeah," Brenda had admitted. "I got the results back yesterday. Chris
has a very low count."
"But not low enough that you couldn't get pregnant?" Sharon asked,
hoping Brenda wasn't going to tell her that she wouldn't be having any
grandchildren from their marriage.
"It's possible that we could have a baby.....but the odds aren't very
good. Dr. Evans says it could be as low as 1 in 50," Brenda had said
sadly, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Oh, Brenda. It's going to be O.K." Sharon had said in real
encouragement. But she knew it may not be. Conceiving was hard enough
without the odds they were facing.
"Sharon, I want to have children. If Chris can't make that happen....."
Brenda had looked down and trailed off her sentence.
"Are you saying that you'd leave Chris?" Sharon asked.
"I love Chris, I really do. I'm not going to leave him. But I'll be
unhappy
and that's no good."
"There's always artificial methods," Sharon had offered.
"I thought about that. I don't know if that's something we want to get
into. I'm sure it's very expensive and we're not setting the world on fire
financially. Plus, like I said, Chris would have to be told. And, to tell you
the truth, I want it to happen naturally. I want to remember the moment it
happens....not on some operating table with a bunch of strangers around."
"Did Dr. Evans explain different positions that can help improve your
chances?" Sharon asked.
"Yeah, I'm going to start using those. Maybe we'll get lucky."
"Oh, I'm sure you will, dear." Sharon had put on her best face to give
Brenda hope.
Sharon snapped back into the present and finished drinking her coffee.
She had made her mind up to suggest her plan to Brenda when she
came over later in the morning. It was an unusual solution to the problem
but it made sense in a way. Everyone would be happy if all were willing
and that was the important thing.
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Brenda got to her house around noon and Sharon made them some
salads. They sat out on the back deck and ate, watching hummingbirds
feed at a flowers nearby.
"Brenda, I've been thinking about your situation. About having a baby.
I'd like to suggest a solution."
Brenda looked at her hopefully.
"Now as I see it, this baby business is putting a strain on your
marriage. We need to get you pregnant."
"Believe me, we've tried everything," Brenda said, putting her fork down
and leaning back in her chair. "All those positions that were suggested,
plotting my cycle......it's discouraging. But what kind of solution did you
have in mind?"
"What I'm going to suggest, you'll have to keep an open mind about
it...don't dismiss it out of hand."
"All right, Sharon. Tell me. The suspense is killing me." Brenda made
her voice sound overly dramatic to lighten the discussion.
"These are the important points to remember: One, you want to get
pregnant. Two, you want it to occur naturally, which I can understand,
believe me. I can still remember both occasions when I conceived Chris
and Brad. Now, we got to face facts about Chris. He's had his chance but
he's failed."
"God, Sharon...you don't pull any punches," Brenda said, laughing
lightly.
"We've got to be pragmatic about this thing," Sharon said seriously.
"The big question is this: Could you love a child that is not Chris's?"
"Are you talking about adopting?" Brenda said confused. They had not
talked about adoption in the past but Sharon knew that wasn't an
acceptable solution. Brenda just wasn't seeing where she was leading her.
"No, remember you want this to be your child. You want it to happen
naturally."
"Sharon, you're confusing me. Just tell me what it is."
"If Chris can't do the job, would you consider having someone else be
the actual father?"
Sharon saw Brenda get what she was driving at. Her mouth fell a little
open.
"You're suggesting that I have sex with someone else to get pregnant?"
"Yes, dear, I am...but not just anyone. I've got someone in mind. But
first let me know if the idea is so repugnant that you wouldn't consider it."
Brenda sat there for a moment, looking off into space as she thought
about what Sharon had suggested.
"Sharon, it is a little surprising to hear you suggest something like
this," Brenda began, "My mother would never have been able to talk with
me this way. I know you're only suggesting this because you want me and
Chris to be happy. I've got to admit that the thought had crossed my mind.
About sleeping with someone else."
Sharon knew they were way over the hump with her admission.
"I suppose I could live with the secret. I know Chris and I would love the
kid to death," Brenda finished.
"Oh, I know you guys would. That's the only reason I would suggest
such a thing. And there's a way we can do it to make it easier for you to
live with. I wouldn't want you to consider it cheating on Chris. Chris has
your heart, I know that."
"So, who did you have in mind?" Brenda asked in a voice that said she
was considering Sharon's suggestion.
"I was thinking of Brad," Sharon said.
"Brad?!" Brenda said with real shock in her voice.
"Wait, let me tell you my reasoning," Sharon said, patting Brenda's
arm. "I know it's a wild proposal, having your husband's brother be the
father, but here's why I think it makes sense. First of all, Brad and Chris
carry very similar genetic make-ups so the child will actually have a little
bit of Chris as its make-up. Secondly, because Brad is family already, he's
less likely to try to cause problems later on. In a small town like the Falls,
word is bound to get around if you slept with one of the other men in this
town. They go down to those bars and drink and tell tales. With Brad,
you're not going to have some guy suddenly crop up and claim his rights,
like visitation. Which leads into my third point, you'll be able to see the
real
father interact with the child on a regular basis."
"Wow, Sharon...you've really thought this thing out. How do you know
Brad would even be willing to do this? Having a kid is a big responsibility
and Brad's not the model of responsibility."
Sharon had to agree with that. Brad was 19 and, like most teenagers,
he believed in enjoying himself above all else. Someone looking at him
would have doubts about the kind of person he was. He wore his brown
hair longer than Sharon liked and hung out with a bunch of similarly
minded teenagers. He'd admitted to smoking marijuana but only in party
situations. And he was a bit crude in the language department. But Sharon
overlooked these things because she knew he was a good person at heart
and he had been such a help to her after his father had past away.
"Brad's not going to have to be up changing diapers at 3 A.M., you will
be. And Chris. Brad's life won't change that much," Sharon said.
"Have you talked with Brad about this?" Brenda asked.
"Heavens no! I didn't want to give Brad any ideas like this. First, you
agree to it and then I'll bring it up to Brad. But I wouldn't tell him that you
were already willing. I'd just make it seem like I was approaching him first
with the idea," Sharon sipped her ice tea and watched Brenda think about
what she was suggesting.
"Sharon, everything you've said makes sense," Brenda finally said with
a smile. "Just having someone else know the secret will help me because I
could always talk to you.... I guess, as crazy as it seems, I'd be willing to
do it. With Brad."
"Brenda, I think that's great. Chris is so lucky to have a wife like you."
"Well, I don't know if what we're going to do is 'great' but it does make
sense."
They finished eating and walked their dishes back inside the kitchen.
Then Brenda raised a point that Sharon had thought about but not brought
up yet.
"Sharon, how do I know Brad isn't like Chris?"
"I did think about that. Obviously, we'll have to get Brad tested too. I
know some people over at the clinic in Chapel's Gate. You could go over
there and get the tests done with no problem. I wouldn't want you going
through Dr. Evans again. He might get suspicious if Brad is healthy and
than talk to Chris and that's a whole can of worms we shouldn't even
open."
Sharon was washing off the dishes in the sink as she said this and saw
Brad pushing his motorcycle across the back yard.
"Here comes Brad now," she said to Brenda. Brenda walked to the
door to the deck and watched Sharon's younger, shirtless son push his
broken or out-of-gas off-road motorcycle to the steps at the bottom of the
deck. Then he picked the motorcycle up with a great heave and walked it
up to the deck where he locked it up at night.
Sharon, with a sideways glance, saw Brenda taking note of the
muscles that Brad was unknowingly displaying to his brother's wife. It
could be that Brenda might have agreed to her plan for more reasons than
just propagation.
Brad did have a nice body by all standards. It wasn't that he was really
muscular; Sharon thought he resembled swimmers like she had watched
in the Olympics. He had a definite V-shape to his upper body from riding
his bike or doing pull-ups, whatever he was always up to.
As Brad bent down to chain his bike to the railing, Brenda turned from
the door and walked away to lean on the counter.
"Just act like yourself," Sharon said and they shared a smile as Brad
came through the door.
'Fucking bike," Brad thought, standing up after locking it to the deck
railing. Something was always breaking on the damn thing. 'Ought to let
someone steal it and get Mom to buy me a new one.'
He had no doubts that his mother would if he asked her. Since his
father had past away and Chris had moved out of the house, she'd been
pouring all her affection on him, that was for sure.
Giving his bike a kick, he walked inside.
And came up short when he saw Brenda standing in the kitchen with
his mother. Brenda would look good wearing a burlap sack and she looked
fantastic in a pair of short shorts and a tanktop that did little to hide those
big round knockers. Man, his brother was one lucky SOB.
"Hey girls," he said closing the door and sweeping his hand back
through his longish hair.
"Brad, you're a mess. You got grass in your hair," his mother said.
"Yeah, I took a frigging header out in McAnnally's field. Had to push the
damn bike all the way back."
"You're going to break your neck one day," Brenda chimed in as she
pulled her hair back and hooked it behind her ear.
"It's a distinct possibility," Brad said with a forced laugh. Brenda was
no comedian but with a body like hers, who the hell cared. "When I'm
doing a Chris Reeves you can come over and tell me 'I told you so!'"
Brad stepped close to his sister-in-law and grabbed the back of her
neck and started playfully shaking her. She twisted out of his grasp but not
before he got a good view down her top.
"Cut it out, Brad," she said, swinging her long hair around with a twist
of her head.
"Brad, go take a shower. You're filthy and I'm sure you smell as well,"
his mother said, snapping a dish towel at his legs.
"O.K., O.K....I can tell when I'm not wanted." He opened the door to the
refrigerator and pulled out a beer. His mother let him drink around the
house. "Shower beer," he said reverently to the can of Olympia.
"Those don't buy themselves," his mother said as he moved toward the
stairs.
"I'll buy some more later. Promise."
He went upstairs with Brenda's deep cleavage running through his
mind.
"You want me to have one of those," Brenda kidded Sharon after Brad
was gone.
"Brad's a good kid. You could do a lot worse," Sharon said and meant
it. "But the only thing he's going to give you is one little sperm. It's up to
you and Chris to make it into what you want from there on. So, should I
ask him tonight or do you want to think about it? There's no hurry."
"Not that I'm backtracking but how exactly do you envision the actual
act happening, if everything goes forward without a hitch," Brenda asked.
"Well, it's not like you have to make love with Brad. You could wear a
long T-shirt so you wouldn't be naked. And Brad could just do his
business. To tell you the truth, I'm sure Brad would probably be quick
about it, if you know what I mean."
"Sharon!" Brenda said, smiling from ear to ear in amazement.
"Well, you know, I think Brad would find the whole thing very
stimulating. Being with you, his brother's wife. I think he's got a crush on
you if the truth be known."
"I sort of thought he did," Brenda said shuffling her feet, the smile
still
on her face. "Just as long as he understands that this is just going to be a
one time occurence....." Brenda trailed off.
"Well, honey, it might take only once. We'd want to do it on the day
that you're most fertile, so we'll arrange it that way. It may make sense to
do it more than once. Maybe two days in a row to make sure it takes. But
it may not even happen that first time. We might have to do it again on
another cycle. You're going to have to commit to doing it until it happens -
otherwise you'll have nothing to show for it."
"Oh yeah, I understand that. I don't know what else to say but thanks
again, Sharon. I feel like such a weight has been lifted off of me. There's
this light at the end of the tunnel now." Brenda gave her a hug and said
she'd call in the morning to hear what Brad thought of the whole idea.
"Alright, now go home and be with your husband," Sharon said as she
walked her daughter-in-law to the front door. "Who knows, maybe tonight
you guys will take care of the whole thing by yourselves."
She watched Brenda drive off and then closed the door. Leaning
against it, she thought about how she was going to tell Brad about what
she and Brenda had cooked up.
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* *
Later that night, she was cleaning the dishes from dinner when Brad
came in from the living room.
"Need any help?" he asked, leaning against the counter by the sink.
"Brad, you can see that I'm almost done," she said. "Why do you
always do that?"
"Because I'm an asshole?" Brad said as if he were guessing at a
school question.
"You're not an asshole," Sharon chuckled and flicked soap bubbles on
him. "It's Saturday night. Where are you off to tonight?"
"Oh, I thought I'd stay in tonight," Brad said simply.
Sharon smiled at his statement. She always enjoyed it when Brad
didn't go out and spent some time with her. Her husband had been killed in
an auto accident three years ago and Chris had moved out with Brenda
almost right after that. Thank goodness for Brad.
"Good," she said, drying her hands with a dish towel. "There's
something I need to talk with you about later."
Sharon got ready for bed around 9:30 that night, earlier than usual.
Standing in front of her bathroom mirror, she unhooked the front snap on
her bra as she studied her face.
At 39, she thought she might have hit her prime. Being widowed had
caused her to take stock and get herself looking her best; she wasn't the
type that liked to be without male companionship. Her sex drive had
always been strong. Getting pregnant with Chris at the young age of 16
had been a byproduct of that.
She'd changed her hairstyle to a short, sassy cut to accentuate her
long neck and added some blonde highlights to contrast with her natural
brown. She had a narrow chin, a thin-lipped mouth, and a narrow, slightly
upturned, nose. Her eyes had always bothered her - they had always
looked to her like they bulged too far out of their sockets and had made
her look older than she had been. But now nearing 40, the age of her green
eyes appeared to now match the rest of her.
She shrugged off her bra and placed it on the counter in front of her.
Her breasts were cute, cupcake-sized mounds that had sagged just a little
over the years but they look good just above the outline of her ribcage. She
had always been thin, with the body of a dancer but none of the grace. She
ran her hand down her front, still not happy with the little belly she had
been trying to shake for years and years. At least her legs and butt were
still in good shape - no cellulite showing anywhere.
"Don't be so hard on yourself," she said to her reflection and pushed
her panties down off her hips, working them down past mid-thigh until they
fell around her ankles on their own. "No one's complaining about the
equipment."
She brushed her teeth and brushed out her hair briefly, posed sideways
in the mirror to check out her backside and then satisfied, she turned off
the light and walked into her bedroom.
Her breath caught in her throat for a fraction of a second, as it always
did, when she saw her young strapping son waiting for her in her bed. Brad
was laying there, so at ease with his body and his nudity and with what
they were going to do again.
He saw her come into view and rolled on his side facing her as she
padded to the bed, his eyes drinking in her body.
"You keep getting better and better looking," he said.
"It's nice to be appreciated," Sharon said and sat on the bed beside his
reclining figure, her left leg folded underneath her as she twisted her torso
to face him. "Like I appreciate you staying in tonight to be with me."
"You know I love it, Mom," Brad said, his left hand moving to rub the
inside of her left thigh. "The girls in this town got nothing on you. If you
appreciate it so much, why don't we do away with the rationing shit?"
Sharon smiled at his enthusiasm and began stroking the top of his hips
with her right hand. If he only knew the willpower it took on her part to not
let him stay in her bed every night.
Since their lovemaking had started, she'd always limited it to twice a
week. She wanted him to be out dating and doing all the rest of the things
that boys his age did; she wanted him to be as normal as he could be.
"We talked about that, Brad," she said, "There are nights I lie here and
wish you were here too."
"This is going to make three times this week, Mom," Brad pointed out,
his hand coming awfully close to her womanhood. "I don't see the house
getting ready to fall down around our ears. I bet we could do it say.......
every other night.....without warping me any more than I already am."
Sharon could feel herself weakening on the point. He was no longer 17,
after all. He'd handled their new relationship well up to this point and he did
date and nail a lot of girls in his bedroom with her blessing.
"You're not warped, dear," Sharon said simply as she stretched out on
her side facing him, her right leg moving up on the bed to slide between his
knees. "You're just horny like all boys your age. Maybe we should expand
our activities a little more."
She cupped his beaming face with her hands as his left hand moved up
over her hip and pulled her tight against him. It felt so good to be held by a
man, any man, since her husband had died.
That Brad would ever do it would never have entered her mind had he
not tried to seduce her one night when he was almost 18. It had been a
shock when he'd tried to kiss her, really kiss her, that night as they sat on
the couch watching TV. She'd reacted like any mother would have at first.
Brad had gone to his room that night thinking he was a real heel.
But Sharon had thought about it and thought about it after he had left.
She didn't want to have to find another man and remarry. Little Falls had
little to offer anyway in the men department. But she did have needs,
needs that hadn't been met for over a year after the funeral. It would be
wrong to do what Brad wanted but it would fill a void in her life as well.
So after midnight that night, she had gone to his room and made his
wish come true. And she hadn't regretted it ever.
"Every other night, right?" Brad wanted to confirm their new deal.
Sharon let her lips answer him. She planted a few butterfly soft kisses
on his chin, each time moving a little closer to his mouth, her finger
running through his long hair. She thought she would really prolong this
kissing tease, doing his nose and cheeks before offering her lips to his but
her son, always the caveman, moved his mouth on hers and she relented
when his tongue slid inside her mouth. Giving herself over to the deep soul
kissing they both enjoyed, she felt him pushing her on her back and his
young body partially covered hers.
His mouth finally left hers and he began kissing down her neck as she
held his head. She could feel his hot thick erection digging into her thigh
and she got wetter between her legs, knowing he'd be fucking her soon.
"Oh, Brad, you always get me going," Sharon sighed. She had had the
most exciting sex of her life with her son. Everything he did to her was
magnified through the prism of incest. And she'd taught him well over their
year and a half together, showed him everything she liked and some things
that she didn't like but she would do because he enjoyed them.
His lips moved out of the hollow of her neck and onto her sternum, his
left hand sliding up her right side to push the titflesh of her right breast up
toward her neck. She felt his tongue swiping back and forth across her
breastbone, going lower. Even knowing it was coming, she still moaned
out loud when his mouth swept to the side and he began sucking on the
nipple of the breast he was holding.
"Uuummmmm, oh, that's nice......aaaahhhhhhh," she encouraged her
son as she closed her eyes. Her brownish-pink nipples were large for the
size of her breasts. Slightly larger than knitting thimbles, they rose from
half-dollar sized areolae. She loved having them sucked and had gotten off
more than once in the past when Brad sucked on them.
Brad gave her other nipple the same treatment, sucking and licking and
lightly chewing on the sensitive nub for several minutes before his mouth
began moving further down her torso.
Sharon let her face fall sideways in the pillow and her legs fall open as
his mouth worked down into her crotch. His body shifted further down the
bed and she felt his hands holding the inside of her thighs open as his
tongue began to lap at her excited genitalia.
"Uuuummmmm....aahhhhhhh," she panted into her pillow as her son
pressed his hot mouth fully on her furry slit. His tongue came out low,
almost on her pee-hole and then slowly glided up over the pink entrance to
her pussy, went over it, right up to the folds covering her clitoris. "Oh,
Brraaadddddd."
His mouth lifted and she heard him say, "Tell me what you want me to
do, Mom."
'He's such a filthy boy,' Sharon thought. For the first year, he'd been
happy just to have sex with her and both hadn't been very vocal in bed. But
for the last six months, he'd been making her say all kinds of nasty things
and she had too admit that it excited her.
"Suck my pussy, Brad," she said huskily into the pillow.
"And?" he prompted her for more.
"Lick me....all over, baby.....stick your tongue up my pussy."
His mouth dove back on her sex crack and Sharon thought she would
explode right then and there.
But the crest never came.
She held it off as her son's mouth retreated again as he pulled the folds
of flesh off her clit and licked it lovingly. His tongue sent electric jolts
through her whole crotch and she wantonly pumped her loins up at her
son's face.
"You lovely boy," Sharon groaned as he sucked on her clit, drawing a
good portion of her surrounding labia in his mouth at the same time. Her
manicured fingers began pulling on her nipples as her son continued to go
down on her, heightening the carnal lust that she tried to keep a lid on
most of the week.
Her son then turned his attention to her pussy entrance, swirling his
tongue on its opening and pushing it inside her oily hole as well.
"That feels good!" Sharon exclaimed, raising herself up on her elbows
to see her son's face buried in her quivering crotch. His nose was pressed
deep in her brown muff, grazing over her clit hood. Brad's eyes looked up
at her and she could almost feel his lips start smiling around her slit.
After a few seconds, he took his mouth away slightly and began to
slide the index and middle fingers of his left hand into her oily pussy hole.
She took them easily enough in her excited state. He slowly corkscrewed
his fingers tenderly in her most intimate of places.
She had him always loosen her up with his fingers before they coupled.
Her son's erection wasn't very long, only average at about six inches, but it
was very thick. Almost as thick as a soda can.
She didn't know where he got that trait from; it sure hadn't been his
father, God rest his soul.
He fed another finger into her splayed womanhood and began to spread
his hidden fingers outward as he twisted them between her lightly haired
labia. His thumb, not by accident, kept rubbing across her clitoral region
as his hand turned back and forth.
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