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All characters are over eighteen. This story involves a bitchy but married woman who accidentally asks her son's friend to impregnate her when she is drunk. In real life, this would be immoral and illegal.
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Shawn and Sharon owed me big time for this.
Best friend and almost-girlfriend or not, asking someone to waste a perfectly good Friday night driving your extremely drunk parents home was an affront to everything holy to a high school senior. Especially an eighteen-year-old one.
Now, granted, I could understand why: they hated their parents. John and Leu Beauregard were the most uptight, old-fashioned, entitled assholes in the entire town. I didn't blame my two best friends for not wanting to deal with them, so when they'd asked me to drive their parents home, I'd agreed. They'd recently turned eighteen, and since their parents hadn't given them much of a party, I figured they deserved it.
That didn't stop me from gritting my teeth as I endured the self-righteous bullshit they spewed for the entire ride, though.
It was a relief when they finally passed out, at least until we arrived. Then I had to carry two corpses?a puking corpse in Mr. Beauregard's case. I'd never hated Shawn and Sharon's parents as much as I did tonight.
Mrs. Beauregard was much easier to drag in. She was a total lightweight. If she weighed so much as a hundred pounds, I'd be surprised, and I'd eat my shirt if she was taller than five-foot-zero. Despite this, she was still sober enough to continue insulting me.
*quot;I don't need your help!*quot; she said for the fifth time. She tried flimsily to push me away, which resulted only in her spinning and falling before I caught her. *quot;You're a poison to my children, turning them away from God.*quot;
Yeah, Mrs. Beauregard and her husband were hardcore Pentecostals, and it showed. If they'd had their way, Shawn would've followed in his father's footsteps as a preacher while Sharon became a good, docile housewife.
Shane and Shawn spent more time at my house than their own. My mom had been a better mother to them than Leu had ever been. She served as their tutor. Since their parents would never willingly allow them to go to college, they were going to be dependent on scholarships and student loans. It took a lot of hard work, but all three of us would be attending the same university in the fall.
With my obligation to my friends taken care of, I could've just left. But no matter how much I hated the Beauregards, I wasn't about to leave them where they were for the night. So I heaved and carried the unresponsive *quot;man*quot; of the house to his bed.
Leu stirred just as I was returning to the living room. Her slim, underweight body swayed from side to side on the couch. When I held her up, her eyes were half-closed, but she still had a sliver of awareness.
I had to admit, for someone who had to be at least twice my age, Leu was stunning. She was still wearing her dress from the party: a light, soft-blue single-piece held only by two thin shoulder straps. Even with her hourglass figure, it was still much too tight, hugging her body and displaying her gorgeous curves and slender waist. She had a beautiful heart-shaped face that complemented her petite body and hazel eyes. Her long, dark-brown hair formed two strands that framed her cute little breasts. She certainly deserved her reputation as the hottest mom in town.
Sharon had her own styles (such as a bob cut and dying herself blonde), but she was basically a three-inch-taller clone of her mother. We hadn't tried anything yet, partly because she'd only recently turned eighteen and partly because I didn't want to pressure her.
*quot;Is that welch our daughter is seeing gone?*quot; she mumbled in a low voice.
I grit my teeth. *quot;Trust me. He's gone.*quot;
And I would be, just as soon as I finished taking her to bed. I was already bending down to sling her arm over my shoulder when she pressed a tiny hand against my chest.
*quot;Wait,*quot; she said, suddenly perking up like she'd just had a brilliant idea. *quot;Maybe it's not too late.*quot;
*quot;Trust me, it's definitely time for you to go to bed.*quot;
*quot;Not that, silly,*quot; she laughed, her body flopping around manically. *quot;I mean, it's not too late to have another daughter.*quot;
She was still grinning, but then she shook her head and developed a deadpan look like she was talking about something serious. The tiny church mouse grabbed my face and pulled me down to kiss me.
*quot;We already talked about it, remember? I'm not that old. I'm at my best time. Will you... please...*quot; she mumbled incoherently before she lost her battle with the alcohol in her system and sank into the couch, passive and limp.
I wouldn't have been human if that hadn't instantly given me ideas. An almanbahis exceptionally hot woman had just asked me to fuck her bareback. It was impossible not to picture kissing her, stripping her naked, and playing with her tits before filling her unprotected pussy with my cum.
For any of my other friends, I would've just left her there. Several factors influenced me. First, I hated her, and I hated her husband. Next, she'd specifically asked me. Lastly, while my mother had raised me right and taught me never to take advantage of a woman, she'd also told me to always help someone in need.
*quot;Very well, Mrs. Beauregard,*quot; I sighed, as if it was something I was only doing with great reluctance. *quot;But only because you asked.*quot;
With that, I leaned in and kissed her. She didn't actively kiss me back, but she also didn't object. Either she was still awake enough to believe I was her husband, or she was subconsciously eager to participate. Whatever the reason, I could taste the alcohol on her breath as I explored her soft, flexible tongue while I continued to kiss her.
It was only when the scent of her perfume reached my nose and I started caressing her tits that I realized this wasn't a dream. I was making out with my best friend's mom, and she'd asked me to impregnate her.
My lips stayed attached to hers for several minutes. It would be hours before Mrs. Beauregard was sober enough to realize what was happening. I was free to explore every inch of her womanly curves and squeeze her soft flesh for as long as I wanted.
Roaming my hands over her hips and feeling the warmth of her slender arms was amazing, but I'd never fulfill Mrs. Beauregard's request that way, so I stood up and started undressing. I kicked off my shoes and took off my shirt, placing them nearby, next to a small side table.
It was only when I heard my pants drop with a soft thud that I remembered my phone. To my pleasant surprise, it was almost fully charged. I had more than enough juice to take as many pictures as I wanted and record the most important event of my life in full 4K.
Once I finished taking my socks off, I was completely naked. The room was mostly dark, but there was still enough light to see clearly, and with the help of my phone, I was soon taking shots of Mrs. Beauregard as she sat asleep on the couch.
*quot;I'm more than happy to help, Mrs. Beauregard,*quot; I said as I kneeled in front of her. *quot;But I feel kind of guilty since I'm enjoying it too.*quot;
She gave a hum as I started to remove her dress. I moved her arms so I could remove the straps, then I pulled the soft fabric and exposed her beautiful body, one layer at a time.
It was like unwrapping a Christmas gift, including an early present: Leu had no bra under her dress. With a gentle tug, her soft, perky breasts sprang free. They shook slightly before settling, and I paused to appreciate them. I knew enough to realize that the lack of a downward drop was a sign she was still fertile.
I struggled to get the last of the tight-fitting dress off, but it was worth it. As soon as I hooked my finger around her panties and yanked them down, her pussy was exposed. Wet and glistening, the entrance to her womb was mine for the taking, and I stood awestruck for several seconds.
*quot;You're beautiful, Mrs. Beauregard,*quot; I whispered sincerely.
Now that we were both naked, it was apparent how much of a mismatch we were. Not only was I a good twelve inches taller than her, I was as muscled as she was petite. Despite our physical differences, I knew we'd look hot together, and I decided to test that theory by setting up my phone.
Back on my knees, I gently eased forward and spread her legs to press myself against her soft, warm skin before I kissed her. She groaned through our joined lips as I enveloped her tiny feminine body with my arms around her smooth back, enjoying the feel of her tits pressed against my chest. I held her for as long as I dared, intoxicated by her beauty, the residual alcohol on her breath, and the power I held.
My hand drifted from her tits down to her stomach. It was unbelievable that such a tiny creature was capable of bearing me a child. All I had to do was fulfill her request, and I would create a life. Her body would carry it without her ever knowing the truth.
I did feel something a little less positive, but it was drowned out as soon as I started caressing her belly. I slowly ran my eyes up and down, trying to memorize every detail of her face and figure. I used that to picture what our child would look like. From the moment our genes mixed inside her womb, our son or daughter would grow up to look like part Leu and part me.
Overcome with emotion, I sought out her breasts first. With my hands around her slim waist, I could feel her chest move as she let out a tiny gasp as I started kissing them. My tongue drew circles before moving in to lick her nipple.
Leu's tits were incredibly hypnotic. Something about the size, shape, and spacing of her almanbahis giriş cleavage made her look better than anything I'd seen online. They symbolized her continued fertility despite her age.
*quot;Mmmm,*quot; she whimpered as I continued toying with her nipples. My guess was that her husband was too repressed to play with her tits, and she didn't know how to handle the strange sensations. Whatever the reason, she shifted and unintentionally angled herself to give me the best access to her incredible tits.
Now that I knew she was awake enough to respond to my touch, I moved up to kiss her again. This time, when my tongue caressed hers, she kissed me back. While we were locked together like old lovers, my fingers moved down her belly to reach her pussy.
She moaned as she felt my finger penetrate her pussy lips. I knew what I needed to do: gently slide in and out until the mature brunette was wet enough to take my cock. Her pussy welcomed me, especially when I rubbed her sensitive clit with my rough thumb.
*quot;Are you sure you want me to do this?*quot; I asked. Every time I tried to remind myself that I should walk away, the memory of her unambiguous request that I impregnate her popped up.
*quot;Yes, my love,*quot; she confirmed. *quot;I want you to bless us with one more child.*quot;
That settled it. With Mrs. Beauregard's permission, I guided my cock to her pussy. Her lips quivered then parted as I pressed and entered her delicate pussy.
*quot;Oh fuck, Mrs. Beauregard,*quot; I moaned.
She was hot, wet, and felt like a velvet case wrapped around my cock. Once I was fully pressed inside her, I paused to enjoy the feeling of the loyal wife and mother's tight cunt welcoming me.
The gentle rhythm of her breathing was punctuated by sharp gasps that told me she was feeling pleasure. Holding myself still, I leaned in and kissed the soon-to-be mother of my child tenderly. This already priceless moment was enhanced by the knowledge that my phone was recording the whole thing.
*quot;Do you like feeling my cock inside you, Mrs. Beauregard?*quot; I asked as I started moving.
If she noticed I addressed her as something her husband never would, she gave no indication. The few sounds she made suggested she was just as excited as me.
*quot;You always gave your daughter grief about saving her virginity for marriage,*quot; I reminded her. *quot;I wonder what she'd say if she knew you were having extramarital sex before her?*quot;
Mrs. Beauregard's pussy squeezed me as if she enjoyed my words. I forced myself to move slowly, focusing on the feeling of the soft skin of her legs rubbing against mine. Fucking the mature MILF would be fun, but since I couldn't count on her asking me again, I had to make the most of this night.
Even in the low light, I was close enough that I could observe the tiny droplets of sweat on her forehead and the gentle motions of her breasts as I began thrusting. Her hands clumsily found my hips and tried to pull me closer.
That wasn't all she did. She adjusted herself so that our bodies could join together perfectly. When I felt her unique shape pressing against me, it felt like we were made for each other. Her pussy eagerly welcomed me, squeezing me with every thrust.
Mrs. Beauregard felt amazing. She was taking my bare cock, and all I felt was joy. Without moving away, my eyes drifted down to her stomach. I pictured her swelling with our baby, her slim hourglass figure slowly adjusting and contorting itself to take care of our unborn child.
*quot;Mmmm,*quot; she murmured as I continued humping her.
Our hips pressed together on the edge of the couch as I drove myself into her depths. Her body bounced and wiggled, held upright only by my outstretched arms planted on both sides. She made only primitive sounds suggesting she enjoyed being used in such a rough manner by a man.
Watching her tits in this position was a treat, but the part I was most fascinated with was her belly. Its perfect shape told me she was ready to take my seed and create one more child. Still flat for the moment, her stomach would protect my flesh and blood for the next nine months until she gave birth.
The power I held was enough to make me shiver. I had the power to change Leu's body in ways even she couldn't. I could make her womb swell to an unbelievable size. Every lifestyle change she ever made was pointless in the face of the changes her body would go through, with or without her consent, as her pregnancy began. She'd gain weight and size no matter how careful her diet. She'd feel sore and lethargic even if she had the stamina of an athlete. Eventually, every part of her life would be put on hold until she gave birth to the baby I put in her.
We continued kissing each other regularly, roaming each other's bodies as we made love. Whether she knew who I was or not, she was willingly allowing me inside her. Her pussy took my cock, she kissed me back as our tongues met, and her hands wandered the muscles of my arms before returning to my hips.
Mrs. almanbahis yeni giriş Beauregard would've insisted she'd never felt lust in her entire life, but her pussy told a different story. She was taking a man unprotected, and while she may or may not have been aware of who I was, her pussy knew perfectly well I was not her husband and had no problem with it.
*quot;Ohhhh,*quot; she moaned as she squeezed around me. Her sounds and labored breathing told me she was about to climax. She subconsciously thrust her hips back as her instincts drove her to participate.
Something about how untamed her ecstasy was?the jerky twists she made, the random grasps of her arms, and the gasps she made even as she sank further into the drunken fog encompassing her?convinced me Leu had never orgasmed in her life. She and her husband were simply too repressed to seek out her pleasure.
It made me feel considerably better, knowing I was giving the married woman something she enjoyed. Every utterance she made telegraphed her pleasure. In her drunken state, she had no grasp of the religious tenets that forbade her from enjoying the act of procreation. That left her helpless as she approached her peak.
The first orgasm of her life arrived without any subtlety. She made all sorts of sounds and movements as the hyper-religious woman was washed in wave after wave of unfamiliar pleasure. Her pussy squeezed me, trying to make me lose control too. Her husband had no idea what he was missing out on.
I held myself still to enjoy her pressed against me while she came down. Mrs. Beauregard was a true MILF, and I'd never forget the sight of her blissful body, with her warm skin pressed against mine and the sweet smell of her hair as I gave her an orgasm.
She sank into the sofa, recovering without awakening from her alcohol-induced stupor. I couldn't wait long before I felt the need to resume moving. Mrs. Beauregard's breathing steadily fell before stretching and settling into the couch. Without realizing it, she had prepared herself to take my seed.
There was nothing to stop me from filling her fertile pussy. With her husband drunk and the doors locked, the only thing that could save her from carrying an illegitimate child was if she woke up and begged me not to do it.
I would've stopped if she'd asked me to. I was, after all, only doing this because she asked. She didn't appear to be even trying to voice a protest, so I took that as an indication she wanted me to continue.
Even with her orgasm past, she was still sweating, her forehead visibly wet as she sat upright with my cock inside her. I savored her like that, closing my eyes and letting every sensation wash over me. Since her husband never made her climax, the intoxicating scent of her perfume while she was in heat would be mine alone.
It would've been easy to let go right then and there. Instead, I gripped the much smaller woman and waited for the immediate threat to die down. I wanted to prolong my enjoyment, but I also wanted to see if I could get Leu to another orgasm. Cumming together would be the perfect end to our night.
I resumed my gentle thrusting, trying to get us both off in equal measure. I showered every inch of her face, neck, and breasts with kisses. She moaned deeply when I closed my lips around her nipples, flicking them with my tongue before gently nibbling them.
While I couldn't help moving my hips a bit faster, I did try to experiment with different paces, angles, and movements, carefully observing Mrs. Beauregard's responses. While taking her and filling her pussy was undoubtedly enjoyable, her daughter was still the one I loved. I hoped to take what I learned from Leu and use it to make my first time with Sharon better for both of us.
*quot;Oh... fuck, you feel good, Mrs. Beauregard,*quot; I grunted.
She remained upright on the couch, her breathtaking tits swinging in time with my thrusts. She occasionally murmured or turned her head, but did nothing to indicate she wanted me to stop. Eventually, her breathing became deeper and her pussy began tightening, signaling another climax.
I was moments away from the most fateful decision of my life. I could think of several reasons to pull out and walk away. But I could also think of many more reasons not to.
Mrs. Beauregard had explicitly asked me to fill her pussy. That was the only reason I had my cock inside her in the first place. Plus, by doing this, I'd always be able to treasure the memory and feeling of cumming inside her. I'd get to watch her belly grow from afar as she had one more child later in life. Best of all, I alone would know fathered the final addition to her family.
I leaned in and kissed the woman who would soon be carrying a piece of me inside her. *quot;I love you, Mrs. Beauregard.*quot;
Her deep moan told me she felt the same. We still hated each other, but from now on, we would share the most intimate bond a man and a woman ever could. Love is the celebration of two becoming one, and by cumming inside her, a part of us would be joined together permanently.
*quot;You feel so good,*quot; I mumbled, picking up speed.
I looked down at her belly, imagining it swelling with our child. Oh, Mrs. Beauregard was going to look so gorgeous when she was pregnant.