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My background is that of a financial professional in my 40’s. I have made a fair amount of money (over 10 under 20 million) so I have some freedom to do what I want. I am not idle rich by any measure and frequently work 50 hours a week and take only brief times off. I live in a southern city where my family has resided since 1790 so I do have deep roots with the community.

My work used to require a lot of traveling since I have to go where the work is. I have since changed jobs for a little less rewarding financially but less stressful and more free time. In my youth (25) I married a woman with 2 young boys. She did not want any more kids which I did, but she won that argument. I buried myself in work and helped her raised her 2 kids as my own but as I said I was gone a lot. After the kids went to college we drifted apart and separated amicably. We went our separate ways as friends.

That brings us to today. As I said while I raised 2 boys but biologically there were not mine. So despite the fact I adopted them I still longed to plant that seed and watch it grow, blossom and bloom into this world. This is the story of my quests.

While searching the internet I ran across a site that matched surrogate mothers with parents who for some reason could not conceive a child on their own. There was a forum where you could post your services and one forum was for sperm donors either looking for donors or to be a donor. Just for giggles I posted my willingness to donate with discrete details and contact info.

I thought nothing of it since I was busy on a project. Lo and behold I received 3 requests for further information right off the bat. Not being a trusting soul by nature I thought this may be scam and proceed to respond with caution.

After exchanging several e-mails I was able to ascertain that they were indeed legitimate requests. Further e-mails left one who wanted my services or should I say sperm. She was married and simply wanted a sperm donation, hubby was infertile. I thought about it and decided that I would agree. The site had some contracts and she and I executed a contract for a donation of sperm. The contract also said I would not be responsible for child support nor could I have any contact with the child in any way unless the child contacted me when he/she turned 18. There was also confidentiality language restricting both parties.

Our basic deal was that I would provide the sperm she would provide a picture and a brief update once a year. I would have no other contact unless she originated the contact or the child did so after age 18. That was not quite what I wanted, but a deal is a deal besides this was opportunity to sire a child albeit at a distance. I would charge nothing for my “services”.

I arranged a trip to her city and we met at a hotel, but not for sex. She was married and besides, call me square I always frowned on adultery. We agreed that over the next 3 days we would meet I would ejaculate into a diaphragm while she waited downstairs in the lobby. When I was finished we would swap places. She would insert the diaphragm into herself, lie down legs up in the air for 30 minutes and let nature take its course. We did this for once a day for 3 days and then I left. She was a pretty woman age 26 blond blue eyes… did I mention I also have dark blue eyes? As much as I wanted to do this naturally it never happened except by remote control.

We had another appointment for approximately 28 days later, but I got an e-mail that said never mind, she had conceived. I was floored, excited, happy and disappointed. Since I knew I would not likely see her again. I was right! However, she has lived up to her word and very birthday I receive a photo and brief update on our son. He is handsome and has blue eyes.

There were several more inquires but they just did not seem to work for either party and nothing happened. After a few more months I received another e-mail from a serious person. She was also married and wanted a 2nd child but hubby was apparently infertile. She was in a northern small town and a meeting there would be awkward. She asked to have me ship my sperm to her. Now I thought that was bit weird, but I did some research based upon her suggestion and realized it is done all the time. Accordingly on the appointed days I would masturbate and ejaculate into an 8 ml sterile syringe. Then dilute the sample with a commercially available egg yolk buffer, pack the thing into a plastic cooler with ice and bring it to FedEx for delivery. Not exactly erotic but that is the nature of sperm samples. She would get it the next morning and administer it after her so went to school. I would send one shipment a day for 3 days. We tried this 3 months in a row without success. After the !
3 rd month she stopped responding to my e-mail. I assume she had either conceived or simply “fired me”.

Six weeks after the last e-mail, I received a phone call and I realized it was her. Her computer died and she had lost my contact information. However, she was able to get my phone number. She had not conceived she was frustrated but wanted to try again. She knew I had successfully sired in person and suggested that we try the diaphragm method. She wanted to come to my city since it would be more discrete. I agreed and even paid for the plane fare and hotel room.

I picked her up at the airport and we had some lunch and coffee and chatted. I was prepared to do my part, so we back to her room. I went into the bathroom and she went downstairs. I did my thing and ejaculated into the diaphragm and called her to come up.

She walked into the room and hiked down her pants and panties. I turned to leave and she asked me to stay. I certainly had no objection to watching a pretty brown haired 29 year old put a diaphragm filled with my sperm into herself. She asked me to lie with her and she then masturbated to orgasm. I folded her but again I had this thing about adultery. She was married and I was not going to cross that line.

On the second day she asked if she could stay and help me ejaculate since sexual stimulation increase sperm count & volume. I agreed and she gave a wonderful and professional blow job. She then asked that instead of the diaphragm that I ejaculate into her. I had explained the reason for my reluctance. She countered with the argument that her husband knew she was here and why and had no objection. She said she wanted me to ejaculate into her only for procreation and not for immoral reasons. I must admit my penis won that argument. The next thing I know I am taking her from behind doggy style. She is not saying too much but she then starts moaning and then thrusts her but back at me. I am very turned by the whole idea of impregnating this woman and notices here reaction and I shove my penis to the hilt. I can feel it bottoming out and hear her groan. I then ejaculated a very large ejaculate, one of the rare ones where I can feel the cum for 3 full spurts then several more les!
s full contractions. I had filled her up; she pushed hard against me and put her head down but left her butt in the air. She said don’t pull out and believe me I did not want to pull out. I shank after about 10 minutes but she kept her butt elevated for another 20 minutes. After about an hour we had another go. We had sex several more times before she left for home.

She emailed me that she was pregnant. That was the last I have heard from her. No pictures, but I will honor my part of the bargain even if she did not.

I decided that being a sperm donor was not exactly what I had in mind and took my name off the site.

I decided to pursue another route. In the past I did not donate to charity but rather I found people in the community who need help and I helped these people. I paid rent and utilities for working class families who for many reasons had trouble making ends meet though they were employed or otherwise productive an honest people. Poverty is unfortunately rampant in the community. It is after all a poor southern city. There was one family that was interesting. There was a mother who stayed home with a disabled child she never married but had several children with as many fathers. They were intelligent and artistic but not exactly fiscally smart. I paid the rent and utilities so that they could have a place to live and food on the table. The two are often time luxuries even in a country as rich as the US. The woman had an older who got pregnant and gave birth at age 17 by some near do well. So there was another mouth to feed. The young mother went out and got a job and worked a !
40 hour week albeit at minimum wage. She seemed to be a good and attentive mother to her baby. She did not go partying or drinking or take drugs but rather was good and attentive mother. She lived at home for another year. I would point I had no sexual desires or ambitions for any of the families I help. I do this because it is the right thing to do not because of some desire to for sexual favors.

She found a boyfriend (not the father) and moved in with him. Now while I paid the rent the family had a large family and a not so large apartment. So oldest daughter moving out was good for the whole group. 2 fewer people more room for everybody and no baby to look after.

Fast forward 4 months and the girl has been kicked out by the boyfriend and has moved back in with the family. There is the expected grumblings about lack of space and problems one would expect from a family of 6 going to a family of 4 then back to 6 people in the house. The baby got into some pills that the disabled child took and OCS took custody of the baby for a couple of days to sort out why the baby got into the medication. It was a mistake but shit happens and in this case a baby was put at risk. She was ok but no one liked what could have happened. I was assisted the family through all of this and interceded with OCS on their behalf. The outcome was that the now 18 year old need her own place and quick. While I pay for rent for 3 families I was not in the mood to pay for a 4th. However, I had a thought.

Since my separation I lived alone in a 3,000 sq ft house with a 1200 sq ft pool house/office and garage apartment. I normally have a care taker/college kid who lived there rent free in return for looking out for house. I still travel a lot and I need someone to feed my pets and keep an eye on the house. It seems my caretaker had quit when he graduated a couple of months ago and I had not replaced him yet. This seems like it may work. I knew the girl she was honest and hard working. She had a learning disability; she was average intelligence but did not do well in school. She also desperately needed a place and I needed a caretaker. A teenage girl and baby would not normally seem like a good solution but I told her we would try it for 2 months and she would search for a better alternative in the interim.

So she (“R”) moved into the garage apartment with her now 1 year old baby. It worked well since I did not expect her to do anything. With low expectations she easily exceeded the bar. She let the cleaning people in 2 times a week. She cooked a few meals and fed my pets. She went to work (40 hours at first) she left the baby with state paid day care. I went to work and we existed separately but under the same roof. I let her use one of the cars I have to get around and since she worked at a grocery store, she picked up the groceries.

On a few occasions I would even watch her daughter while she ran errand s or went work. I started to include them in my dinner plans (I eat out a lot). Soon I started taking the baby to park. I actually like babies and children and having a baby around was fun. I began to understand how much work they can be however. I initially resisted changing diapers but I soon became comfortable with that. The 2 month period flew past and she was worried because she did not have a plan other than to move in with a girl friend for another r2 months but she was good for her word and made plans to do just that. I suggested that we extend the trial period to 6 months. She readily agreed.

It was after this extension that I noticed she wanted to be around me more. She would come in and watch TV with me and engage me in conversation more. She still breast fed her baby but she would leave the room when she nursed. She came home one day and told me she had her hours reduced for some reason at the store and she did not have enough money to buy diapers. We sat down and talked. I explained to her that she needed to go to school and at least get a GED and some more education that working as she had been doing was not the path that she need to follow. I asked her about her hopes and dreams and tried to provide guidance to this “child” with a child. For the first time I looked at her as a woman and not as a child. I realized that even though she would soon be 19 to my 42 she was mature beyond here years. This was the result of the hard life she lead growing up as the oldest of 5 kids. She had had few opportunities and breaks. I had grown up with many opportunities and!
advantages, she had the opposite. I told her truthfully how I had to respect her for her desire to take care of M; her attentiveness to her needs, her willingness to work at a supermarket, how she never phoned in sick and showed up as expected. She did not go out parting, drink or do drugs. Other than an out of wedlock child a wholesome American kid. She broke down and cried at one point saying she had never had anybody say such nice things about her. She also was clearly worried about her future and M’s future. At some point that afternoon we sort of clicked. I told her she would have 3 jobs from then on. The first job was to raise her daughter, the second job was educating herself and her child and the third would be any part time work she needed. I would pay for food, diapers, medicine, transportation and clothing for M and give her a small cash stipend for her needs. In return she would keep the house and handle the other 3 jobs. She agreed.

Anyway a little time passed M had started walking and toddling R enjoyed being around M but she also when to GED classes and kept the house. She asked if instead of cash allowance if she could take over for the cleaning company that came 2 a week and get their contract. I told her I did care who I paid as long as the work was done properly. I am not a neat freak, but I do insist upon a clean house when I come home, I do not do laundry and I do not clean the pool or garden. However, I do want all of them looking nice all of the time.

R did a good job, though she kept her job so she could get state sponsored benefits and health care for M. She figured all the angles, like I said she was smart. We started spending more time as a “family”. I had been doing the sperm donor thing but this was closer to what I was looking to attain. I started taking the baby out more without R and the M would run to me when I walked into the room. M and R lived in the garage apartment which while comfortable and nice was detached. At no point had this relationship become sexual.

R maintained contact with her family and R’s much younger sister would spend time at the house after school. I considered R younger sister E to be almost a daughter to me. She had actually lived with my family due to some issues with the family for about 18 months. My getting the family an apartment was the final piece needed to reunite the family. My house once again was home where a family lived instead of a middle aged curmudgeon who had some beloved pets.

During the next few months R, M & I would go to the zoo and the park on weekends. I would push the baby carriage and put M into the car seat. We started acting more like a family. During one such outing I decide to bring up the subject of more children. We were walking alone in the zoo on a weekday when I turned to R and said you know M is such a beautiful baby, she is growing up quickly. R said agreed and said she would miss having M nurse. I laughed and said you can always have another baby. R then said well if I do I want one with a real father not some sperm donor like the last time. R did not know about my previous donations and the derisiveness with which addressed sperm donors took me aback. I asked her what she meant. She explained that her boyfriend who got her pregnant was not a father but that sperm donor was a derisive term for someone who did not take care of a baby. I had never asked about M’s father until now. R explained that she and the father had a relation!
ship for about 2 days then he dumped her and she never heard from him again. She did not even know his full name. She had been off the pill for about 2 days when they had sex for the first time (though by then she was no virgin). When she had another child it would be with a good father, someone like me. I said I am not sure I am a good father since my relationship with my adopted boys was not very close. She said that I cared about people and reiterated that I was good father. That made my day. I started think more paternally and made a point that afternoon to be more attentive to the baby. When we went home R insisted that she wanted to cook dinner and not go out. So we stayed home and had a family dinner. I fed the baby and after dinner dressed her for bed. We sat and watched the baby and TV. I was aroused by the afternoon and that was when I decided to see what would happen next. During the evening the baby wanted to nurse, R started to pick the baby up to go to their ro!
om, but I said please you do not have to leave to nurse. R pi!
cked up M and started to nurse and then leaned against me a bit. I then reached around and pulled her closer and she leaned up against me and looked somewhat embarrassed into my eyes. I reached over and kissed her. She responded open mouthed and passionately. We kissed for few moments then M started to cry, so we stopped so she was not disturbed. I hugged R and watched her nurse M she put her head against my shoulder.

When M was finished and had fallen asleep R stood up and said she needed to put M to bed. I said let me help you. I went with her through the breezeway and up the stairs to her apartment. R put M to bed and I hugged R as we both looked at M. I then looked at R and said you make beautiful babies. We then embraced passionately. I was very aroused and r could feel it. She looked up at me and I led her to her bed. We sat on the end of the bed and R pulled open my pants and bet over to give me a blow job. I said you do not have to do that and instead pulled her into the bed. We embraced as I fondled her breasts and belly and finally her vagina. I pulled off her pants and bra, but left her panties on. She said somewhat scared that she was not on the pill. I knew she had not used birth control since 2 days before she conceived M, she told me so earlier. I was aroused and I said do not worry I had brought some condoms.

I gave her a condom and she rolled it on my penis and then straddled me. It felt great to be in the saddle again. We made love that evening in her room. After I finally came albeit in a condom, we lay together. M was sound asleep but we were awake. R was snuggling while I rubbed her body. I moved my hand down to her belly and over her cervix. As I did so I asked "have you ever thought of having another baby"? She said “only if I can have one with a real father”…she paused and then said… “A real father like you”. I said be careful what you say, I am old enough to be your father (my youngest son was both 2 years older than she). We talked some more that night we also had some more good sex. During the next couple of hours we made love and R straddled me. She guided my penis into her vagina while on top of me. I told to be careful I was not wearing a condom. I said she was being naughty. R was quiet the whole time but started bouncing on me with my penis in her. I caressed h!
er tits and tummy while she humped. I was concerned about ejaculating into R but then it dawned on me …I asked R is this your way of telling me you want another baby. She smiled but said nothing; I hugged her to me and said "you know I want to get you pregnant don’t you". She smiled and said “do what you want to do” I kissed her and said "I want to get you pregnant". We kissed for about a minute then I broke away and said “come on sweetie, its time o get on your knees”. “I want a daughter”. R then quickly got on her knees. I caressed her and enjoyed the view for a minute then I quickly mounted R and shoved my penis as deep as I could. I then said “this is the real thing sweetie I am in you bareback and I am going to fill your belly with a daughter” We then mated for the first time. I ejaculated into her after a few minutes. I was surprised because when I said I was ejaculating R changed her position a bit and found another ¼ inch of depth so that my penis was very deep i!
n her when I finally stopped ejaculating. I left my penis in !
her until I shrank. But when I shrank out she put her head down but left her butt up in the air. She was trying to get my sperm into cervix. We were mating after all.

After about 20 minutes we fell asleep in each others arms. The baby woke us up early. She changed M and brought her to bed with us and started to nurse M. I was really turned on and feeling very paternal during all of this. Eventually M finished and R and I mated once more in the missionary position. M watched us as we tried to give her a sister.

The up shot was that in the morning R moved into my bedroom and M moved into the nursery. They still officially lived in the garage apartment. R & I discussed our future together over the next couple of weeks as we waited to see R “took”. I told her she should not expect too many changes if we did decide to have a family together. She could expect to be a soccer mom and that I would like to have at least 2 more children, maybe three. M would be 2 in a couple of months and we decided that if R did not “take” this cycle, that we would wait a few month and conceiving a child in may or June. After that well we would decide on the spacing of children later.

R was a bit torn by this. We both knew the age difference would cause problems between us. She also knew that she would not have access to my money and that I expected her to continue our previous arrangement of education and house keeping. In addition the meantime her family had other issues. The 2 oldest children turned 18 and left to go live with a family member in a different city, the mother had taken in a paramour and the handicapped child and other sister, E were the only ones at home. I had finally gotten SSI for the disabled child which helped the situation. However, the paramour was making life miserable for everyone at he house hence the others leaving. I knew I would inherit the family and its problems if I mated with R. R’s period started and in fact I had not impregnated her. We were both disappointed but agreed to stick to the plan. So more condoms for me and diaphragms for her.

Nevertheless the urge to mate and reproduce is strong and R and I decided that we would continue our relationship and see where it turned. The mating had bonded us and our relationship grew much closer. I told her I was willing to be father of our next child in fact I claimed “dibs” on that privilege. All she had to say was she was ready and I would do it. I convinced her not to use contraceptives by promising her I would not make any mistakes if she would not and I would use a condom unless we decided other wise. Birth control was now my responsibility. R and I had sex like newly weds. The baby slept in a crib in our room most of the time instead of n the nursery. I found it erotic to have sex with the baby in the same room. It provided incentive if you will. I kept my word and we rarely had unprotected sex. The exceptions were when she said it was ok.

We fell into a routine she would clean and change the baby in the morning and I would get the baby ready for bed. By now dirty diapers held no fear for me. M started calling me Daddy, (although it was more daaaaa). She was only 2 after all.

It had been 6 months since R & M had moved in and we were now lovers and I was urging her to mate. As April drew to a close I reminding R of the significance of May, a baby conceived in May would be born in March. We decided at dinner one night that after her period was over we would get her pregnant! M wanted a boy but having raised 2 sons, 2 daughters sounded more exciting. I looked at M and said M do you want a baby sister or brother. She said Daaaaaa! I looked am M and said she wants a little sister just like me.

Conceiving a daughter is supposed to be more difficult than conceiving a son. I had read up on all of the sex selection literature and decided against the medical intervention. After all I had ejaculated into enough syringes and diaphragms. I wanted a natural conception and if a daughter was not forthcoming well then baby number 3 may come along a little sooner than expected.

We decided those 3 days prior to her ovulation that we would have sex. We would then abstain for 3 days then go back to having sex normally. The days on the calendar were marked and the date for the insemination set. It kind of reminds me of my old sperm donor days. I abstained form any kind of ejaculation for a period of 5 days. I am after all not exactly a spring chicken; I wanted a high sperm count.

On the appointed day we had dinner I bathed and dressed M for bed. She went to sleep in the nursery, instead of our room. She had seen us making love before but since she was getting older she started using her stuffed animals in a way that imitates sex. A potentially very embarrassing event. We decided that we would not have sex in front of her any more.

R had stopped nursing M by now. M had stopped nursing on her own by now so R substituted a lot attention right before lights out. R turned out the lights on M and came into our bedroom. R was wearing a night gown, I was wearing only shorts. We embraced and I put on some music (low) and we danced and kissed a while. We wanted to make sure M was asleep. After 10 minutes we knew she was asleep and we got down to business.

We lay down in bed together and I ran my hand up and down her body, I felt her breast, belly and vagina. Then I went back to her belly and rubbed it gently and said I do so want to get you pregnant. She kissed and said do what you want to do. I embraced her and she went to give me a blow job, but I stopped her and said no need for that, there is only one thing I want to do. With that I knelt between her legs. She spread her legs and put her feet on the bed. I rubbed her belly and said “sweaty this is the real thing I want a daughter” with that I placed my penis at the entrance to her vagina and gently moved it up and down. She grabbed my penis and guided it in and said “I want your baby and you will never make a baby that way” with that she thrust and my penis sheathed itself in her vagina. I moved to cover her and started stroking. I was very aroused and while I wanted to come I did not want to come right away. I wanted a long love making session followed by ejaculation. I !
stroked a few more times then I turned us ion our sides so I enter her and stroke her, but it was less intense for me. We writhed like this for about 3o minutes. She had an orgasm and was working on the second one when I changed position again. I told her it was time to get on her knees. She obediently got on her knees. I looked her and felt her wet moist vagina. I then took my still wet penis and drove it home into her. I told her to relax and let me drive. I stroked her from behind for a couple of minutes and then I felt t a climax that I felt only a few times before. I could tell the ejaculation would be large. Then I felt the first spurt and I rammed my penis home and using short stroke come with 2 more moiré big ejaculations. I was exhausted but R pushed her butt against me and I told her to put her head down. I just put our daughter into her. She complied and after a few minutes I shank and fell out.

She knelt with her butt in the air for 10 more minuets. I got behind her and rubbed her belly and told her it would soon be full of baby. She giggled at the prospect. I came 3 more time that night. Over the remaining 2 days I have never felt so close and connected with anyone before in my life. We had mated for the first time. The sex was purposeful and great. It was not blind lust or a job like the sperm donation.

This second mating connected R and I together. R did not conceive that first mating session. So we started again when the time right. We again mated over a 3 day period, but this time it took. We did not know for sure until 6 weeks later when the EPT test was positive. I was very happy and promised to be a good father to our children (I had previously agreed to adopt M so she was ours now).

R carried the baby without issue. I truly enjoyed being an expectant father. I relished planting the seed and watching it grow. I longed to see the child bloom from R and grow. I took her to about half of her appointments I enjoyed being present while she was examined. I also spent more time with M so she would be used to having me as the primary care giver. R decided that with the new baby, I should be primary care giver for the older children and she for the younger.

We had an active sex life throughout he pregnancy. She enjoyed sex more and seem horny on many occasions. By month 8 R was ready to give birth, by month 9 R was positively looking forward to giving birth. The baby was week late then 2 weeks late finally the MD wanted to induce labor. I insisted on being on hand throughout the whole thing. We arranged for M to be watched by R’s mother and I went with M to the delivery room.

I watched r get undressed and put on a short gown. I hugged her and caressed her swollen belly. I told her I loved her and that she was going to be star in few hours. , they induced labor and R’s water broke R was in labor for about 18 hours. But no baby. The labor lasted all night. I slept on the couch in the room. The nurse was talking c section I expressed R’s desire for no such procedure. Finally about 6:30 am the birth started coming to head (literally). The made up R’s bed into the delivery table with foot rests and such. R gave birth on her back but sitting up. She had an epidural so was groggy but conscious. I held R’s hand through one big contraction. She pushed twice during the contraction she then crowned. She said she needed me to let go so she could push. She then grabbed the bed and gave a big push and I watched as the head emerged form her vagina. There was a mild blood discharge but not the gory scene I had expected. Then she gave another push and our son sli!
pped quickly out of R and into the MD’s arms. Oh did I forget to mention that our “daughter” was in fact a son. They wrapped him up and handed him to me. I showed him to R. I said he is gorgeous and that r made beautiful babies. R said so did I and “there will be others”. Referring to the fact we had decided that since I wanted a daughter (she wanted a son) we would have to have another baby quickly. The cord was cut afterbirth delivered, baby and R examined and stitched up. Baby C did not get out of my sight until an ID tag was on him and I had the other half of the tag. I was one proud papa. There I was a poppa at age 43 with a wife aged 19, 3 sons 25, 22 & 2 minutes old and another daughter age 2. With a promise of more to come

We settled into the role of new poppa and mamma. We abstained from sex for only 3 weeks. The first sex we had after the baby was without a condom. Though I was worried about getting her pregnant so soon after one baby as well as possibly infecting since she was still recovering from the birth. I used condoms the next few times we made love. But I just could not resist the urge to ride R bare back. R agreed and said to “do what you want to do” on more than one occasion.

After 6 weeks r went in for her 6 wk check up and examination. She had a pregnancy test but was not pregnant. It is at these appointments that the post partum woman goes on some form of birth control. The Ob/Gyn recommended a birth control. We decided to use only condoms and diaphragms. I did after all want another daughter.

We went on a short post birth vacation to the beach. We took both babies and also E to the Beach. I reveled in being a father. I was initially hesitant to change my son’s diaper. He was so small and fragile looking. He had been circumcised so his penis needs an ointment and he nursed every 4 hours. E was fascinated by the baby. R called this our honeymoon. It was during this trip that we realized the situation for E at her house was not very wholesome. The up shot was that upon returning E moved into one of the vacant bedrooms. I seem that I have a new daughter as well as a new son. I joke with R that she has given birth to a 65 pound 9 year old daughter.

The hotel was a nice all inclusive resort with a kids club. We had a 2 bedroom suite and a very nice room. E and M spent the day at the kids club while we watched C and enjoyed our privacy. We made love and talked about having another baby. We decided that we would wait 6 months until we conceived again. After making that decision we made love.

I was stroking my penis inside R when she deftly reached between my legs and pulled my penis out. I asked what she was doing and she said shhh… and then used her fingernail to shred my condom. She then slides the tattered remnants down around my shaft. I looked at her and asked are you sure? She used her catch phrase “do what you want”. I did… the bare back ride was a treat after making love to a condom so often in the last few weeks. I mounted R, entered her from behind. I told her we were mating and I was going to fill her up. She giggled and said she wanted my baby. I stroked quickly and soon I ejaculated into R. We relaxed and brought C into bed with us when he started fussing. We spent the afternoon making a baby. Over the next week we mated every night. During one session E actually walked in on us. I was taking R square from the rear. I was deep in R with my balls hanging between her legs. I was rubbing her belly and stroking her when E walked in. She got the full pic!
ture since out butts were pointed towards to the door. She stood there staring for a few seconds turned red and then left the room and shut the door. E then said from the other side of the closed door that M was crying.

R went to check on M, after which E, R and I had short chat about what E had seen. There was no harm done, since E was already well informed about the ways of men and women.

A few weeks later R missed her period and within 6 weeks R was confirmed pregnant. She conceived during our honeymoon. R was a beautiful 21 year old woman and even more so with a bellyful of baby. I again enjoyed planting the seed and watched that seed grow in R. She adapted to be being a parent of a newborn, toddler and a 9 year old while having a 43 year old mate and father to her children.

While we prepared for the birth of our 3 rd child we discussed how to deal with the issues that include toilet training, birth control for R and eventually E and then M, schools for rte kids. I sent E to a nearby all girl catholic school. She did look cute in that uniform. We dealt with R & E’s mothers issues. She and her paramour were getting along without E in the house and the youngest child (an autistic child) was now in a school that helped him immensely. There situation had stabilized since E was living with us. E was hurt by the fact that in essence her mother kicked her out at age 9 but understood the reason was that I could an would provide for her better than her mother could.

R carried the baby and like last pregnancy R was horny most of the time and I was more than willing to service her. We planned for the birth of our daughter; yes it was girl this time. I attended most of the MD appointments with her. R was clearly younger than me and we got looks waling hand in hand with her belly sticking out. We got even more raised eyebrows when I brought the whole gang to the park or zoo.

R had decided that with the next birth she would do it as natural as possible. She did not want an epidural. We talked about having the baby at home but I decided against that thought. I did not want to risk the life of either r or the baby.

As the pregnancy progressed we got ready and unlike last pregnancy we were having sex (at the suggestion of the OB/GYN) when all of the sudden I thought R was having another Braxton Hicks contraction when the sudden R’s entire vagina had water flooding out of it!

R’s water had broken and she was in labor! It was about 10 days before she was due, but we were not really sure when R had conceived. We assumed during the honeymoon, but who knows? Anyway, I quickly get the kids together and R got dressed and ready to go to the delivery room. I called my neighbor who had agreed to watch M, C & E during the birth. I dropped the kids off and took M to the delivery room.

At the hospital R got undressed and I hugged her and told her I loved and her and that it was now showtime. She smiled and climbed into the bed. She insisted that she did not want drugs this time. I shrugged and said this is your party. I decided that she called the shots unless either she or the baby was in trouble. In which all bets were off and the MD would take over.

Her contractions were coming closer and within 3 hours she had crowned. R had a strong contraction and our daughter L just seemed to squirt out of R’s vagina. She was covered in vernix and a little blood. L was cleaned up and R was examined and stitched up. L was examined and tagged and I did not let her out of my sight until I received the other half of the tag. All in all the second time was a lot easier for R than the other 2 deliveries.

I left R and L to rest in the hospital and went to get my brood from my neighbor. I told them about L and we all went to bed early so I could recover. I brought E to school in the morning and the other two to daycare and then went to pick up R and L and bring them home.

So that brings us up to present day I am now 47 with a 23 year old wife, 3year old girl, a 4 year old boy, a 6 year old girl, a 13 year old girl, a 26 year old boy and 29 year old boy. Of this brood I sired only 2, but I am clearly the father to all of them. This of course ignores the 2 that I sired as a sperm donor. The last 5 years have been wonderful filled with diapers, strollers giggling and fussing babies, toddlers and pre-schoolers.

You should see the looks we get when our brood goes somewhere. However, I really don’t care one way or another. We are a happy family and in fact the children changed me from a middle aged curmudgeon to a younger feeling person more open to the world. Not exactly the fountain of youth but close to it.

There is more to being a father than siring a child. There is a natural urge to reproduce. I also cannot understand how someone would sire a child then abandon the mother and child.

The conception and birth of my 2 natural children and the resulting bond with R are perhaps the best moments in my life. I do not know which is better, though clearly the siring part is much more fun. Yet the parts in between birth and watching a child grow up are both wondrous and humbling. Being a father is not easy, but then few things worthwhile in life are easy.

We are now considering having another child before R turns 25. Time will tell.