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The phone rang as I walked in the door of my house. It was my daughter, Sara.

“I can’t ever have kids,” she sobbed. “My doctor says I’m infertile.”

“Just calm down,” I responded. “Take it easy. We’ll work it all out. Why don’t you come over to the house tonight and we’ll talk about it.”

After dinner that evening, Sara and her husband, Erik, a big, blond, Nordic hulk of a young man, sat on my living room couch, looking devastated.

“We want children so badly, Mom,” moaned Sara. “And it’s all my fault that we can’t have any.”

“There’s always adoption,” I suggested gently.

“That just wouldn’t work for us, Mrs. Baron,” Erik said. “We’ve even thought about having a surrogate carry a baby for us, but then the child would only be part ours. And we want our kids to be genetically from both of us.”

At this point I had a flash of selfish insight. I’ve been a single mother since Sara was an adolescent. Despite the fact that I’m considered an attractive woman, my sex life during that time could be considered anything but satisfactory. I’ve focused my energy on making a living and raising my daughter. And now that Sara is grown and married, I had time to devote to other things. And maybe some of the same things again.

“What would you two think of having me be a surrogate for you?” I ventured.

The room suddenly became very still. Then Sara squeaked, “What do you mean, Mom?”

“I mean we could have Erik donate his sperm and have me artificially inseminated with it.” I replied. “That way the baby would inherit genes from both sides of the family.”

“But that would mean having Erik masturbate into a cup and you having a syringe pushed into your vagina. That’s just too clinical,” responded Sara. “A baby should be conceived in a act of love, not a medical procedure.”

“Well, we could try something a little bit different,” I put forth. “Erik could inseminate me the normal way. Then you two would have a baby with pretty much the same genes as if you’d conceived together.”

More silence. Then … “What are you saying, Mom?” shrieked Sara. “You mean have Erik fuck you? That’s sick. It’s out of the question. Erik would never agree to something like that.”

“Now wait, Sara,” interjected Erik. “You said that a baby should be conceived in an act of love. What greater love can your Mom show for you than to carry the child you can’t?”

“But … but … but …,” stuttered Sara.

“And you’d be part of that act of love too, Sara,” I added.

“Let’s think about it, Sara,” soothed Erik. “We’ll sleep on it and decide in the morning.”

This time when the phone rang it was Erik on the other end of the line.

“Mrs. Baron? It’s Erik. Well, Sara has agreed to have us go ahead with your suggestion. When do you think we should get together again?”

“Please call me Mary. And, if my calculations are correct, this weekend should be a perfect time. I’ll just be starting to ovulate on Saturday. Why don’t you come for dinner and we can see how things develop.”

At dinner Sara was quiet while Erik couldn’t stop talking. He raved over the food. He complimented my dress (which was on the seductive side, showing a lot of leg and a fair amount of cleavage). And his eyes kept undressing me, as if he couldn’t wait to see me naked.

“Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?” I suggested. “I’ll slip into something more appropriate. You two come along in a couple of minutes.”

By the time Sara and Erik appeared in the bedroom doorway, I was sprawled languidly across the top of my queen-size bed, my nakedness being very appropriate I thought. Erik couldn’t keep his eyes off my tits (although they seemed to dart to my pussy occasionally, just for a change of pace.) Sara tried not to look at me as she sank into a chair in the far corner of the room. Erik wasted no time getting his clothes off, exposing a truly massive erection.

“I don’t think we should have any trouble getting me pregnant with that,” I smiled. “And don’t be shy about joining in, Sara. This baby is for you and Erik after all.”

Erik certainly didn’t hesitate. He quickly knelt between my thighs and buried his tongue in my pussy. He did know how to tickle a woman’s fancy (just another word for clit.)

“Ooohhh, yeeesss … yeeesss, make me cum,” I pleaded. I thrust my hips upward to get my pussy closer to that marvelous tongue. I felt my juices flooding over my labia as Erik continued to caress the walls of my cunt, tormenting my clitoris with his mouth. “Aaahhh, yeeesss, … I’m cuuummming …” and my abdomen spasmed in a series of huge orgasms.

Before I could recover my breath, Erik had positioned his immense cock at the opening of my womanhood. With a grunt he rammed the instrument of his fatherhood deep into my womb. “Ooohhh, yeeesss … I’m open for you. You’re so deep in me. Knock me up, Erik. Make my belly huge. Give me a baby nooowww !!!”

Erik pulled my hips toward his cock, forcing my legs to splay out around his waist. As he pistoned his cock in and out of my now gaping pussy, I felt a soft pressure on both sides of my head. Thighs! Thighs? Yes, thighs. Sara’s thighs. My daughter had decided to join in after all. As Sara embraced her husband, her tongue snaking deep into his mouth, Erik’s cock continued plunging deep into her mother’s vagina. Sara’s pussy, dripping with the juices of her own arousal, sank wetly over my mouth. My tongue lashed out at her clitoral button and my daughter began to press harder against my lips. Animal-like moans began to emanate from her throat. I was going to cum again … and so were Sara and Erik.

“Aaaaaahhhhhh … yeeeeeessssss … You’re in my womb! Give me your seed! I want your baby! Noooooowwwwww … I’m cuuuuuummmmmmgggggg ……

I don’t know how long the orgasms lasted but the next thing I remember is the sun shining in through the bedroom curtains and Sara and Erik asleep on either side of me in our big family bed.

Sara loosened up considerably over the next week or so. Our threesomes became a common occurrence, always punctuated by Erik with a massive infusion of sperm into my womb. And sure enough I missed my next period, and the one after that.

We decided to celebrate with a week in the islands. I’m now several months along and my belly is taking on the swell of a pregnant woman. My tits are also beginning to balloon as well. Both Erik and Sara have been trying to encourage an early production of milk by sucking on my nipples every chance they get.

Sara seems happy that she decided to go along with my plan to carry their baby. And Erik is very happy, if his comments to me that he has always wanted a very big family are any indication. There’s only one potentially dark cloud on the horizon. The calculations that I mentioned to Erik in planning for my impregnation may have been a little bit off. If that’s the case, and I started to ovulate a bit earlier than I thought, that one night stand I had with Mr. Jordan, my boss, may have given his sperm a head start in the pregnancy derby. I wouldn’t worry so much except that Mr. Jordan is black.