Baby.. I felt like a failure. My husband and I had been trying to have our second child for five years and it.. It just wasn’t happening. We had our only daughter, Bethany when we weren’t even out of high school, and though we tried our best to be good parents, it was hard.
We promised ourselves that we wouldn’t have a second child until we could provide the kid with everything it could ever want. That meant we had to get our lives together, get an education, get good jobs, build careers... we were playing catch up for more than a decade.
And we did it. We both have good careers, a nice home, Bethany was about to graduate high school...We were ready to try again… and it didn’t happen. And we did everything. Dozens of doctors visits, specialists, tests, hormone therapies… and nothing worked. And thanks to all the tests… I know it’s all my fault. It hurt to talk to every doctor and have them go on and on about how potent, how powerful, how copious your sperm samples were, but even they couldn’t get my body pregnant.
I never told you this, but I used to sneak out of bed after you fell asleep, and sit in the living room and let myself cry. I know it sounds crazy, but just letting myself sob was… cathartic. I know you never blamed me for the fact that I couldn’t get pregnant, but I just felt so much.. guilt. Crying in the dark was the only thing that helped… and that was where Bethany found me.
I can’t even imagine what I looked like when I glanced up to see our daughter walking down the stairs, her lithe body swishing quietly in her white and pink nightgown. But whatever she saw made her give a deep empathetic sigh and immediately grab me a box of tissues. She put a blanket around my shoulders and put on a kettle.
She handed me a cup of tea and sat with me for a long time, squeezing my other hand in hers. I felt so silly.. I was her mother, but here she was taking care of my needs, giving me space to feel vulnerable and small. I looked at her beautiful face, mature for her young age. She would make an incredible mother some day. Her body was certainly ready... I could see her growing feminine curves through her nightgown with every move of her young body.
As if reading my mind, she finally whispered “Mom…” I turned and looked at her. She looked beautiful, angelic, even through my teary eyes. She turned her face and looked me right in the eyes before continuing “Mom I can help… I can help you, and dad. I can help you have a baby.”
Baby, can you imagine what it took for our daughter to say that to me? How much bravery it took for her to utter those words? I was so, dense baby. I tried to say something like “no no no honey, there’s nothing you can do. There’s nothing to be done the doctors have tried everything” and she just grabbed my hand tighter and said it again, her voice firm with meaning “Mom. I can help you and daddy have a baby. No matter what it takes. I can be a surrogate... ..Daddy’s seed will grow in my body, mom, but it will be your baby. My little brother and sister. You can be a mommy again. I can help you.”
All the air left my lungs. I couldn’t believe it. She was offering a solution to all of our problems. I could be free of my guilt. And all we had to do.. ...Was go upstairs and make it happen.
I couldn’t tell you who lead who, but the next thing I knew we were walking up towards our bedroom. I reached the door first, and gently opened it. There you were, asleep in our bed, just as I had left you when I snuck downstairs to cry. Bethany slipped into bed next to you, her body small next to yours. I scooted the chair from your desk and sat next to the bed and took your hand in mine.
Do you remember what happened next baby? You were so sleepy when I first startled you awake, and I bet you saw the absolute *joy* in my eyes. I remember the first words I said to you were “good news baby! I am going to be a mommy again.” you jolted up in bed, as excited as me. You didn’t understand. You thought a pregnancy test had given me good news. But it hadn’t. Not yet. But it would. And soon.
You noticed Bethany next. The little nightgown she wore was riding up her thighs. She was slick already baby. I just knew it. I could tell it right then. But the spot between her legs wasn’t wet with lust baby, it was wet with love for her family. She was wet with joy at what she was about to help bring into the world.
We both kissed you then. Your loving wife and your dutiful daughter. The three of us sharing warm passionate kisses as her and I ran our hands all over your body. You were awake now and alert but you must have still been wondering if it was all some lovely dream. Bethany’s hand had slipped under the covers and a gasp and a moan informed me that your daughter’s little hand had found you rock hard. She looked into your eyes then and she told you the same thing she told me “I’ll carry your baby, daddy. You can use my body, but it will be mom’s child... ...This won’t be dirty. I promise. It will be beautiful." She kissed you again, your eager tongue slipped into her mouth and you broke the kiss to nod at her, giving your consent.
My nightgown was pulled up now. I am sure you remember. I was wet by the time we had started to climb the stairs and I was *soaking* now. I had one leg up on the bed, my toes touching as I sank my fingers into your proud and needy sex. I wanted this. I wanted to watch my husband put our new baby into my daughter. I wanted to watch Bethany take on the responsibility of womanhood.
Your eyes were unfocused now, lost in the lust of your daughter rubbing your cock. I stopped masturbating long enough to pull back the blanket, revealing your hard and proud cock in her hand, absolutely drooling precum.
“There’s… there’s SO MUCH daddy” Bethany said. Not regretting what she had gotten herself into, but beginning to understand the enormity of it. “Is… is that a normal amount??”
“No baby.” I answered “Your father’s doctors always went on and on about it… it’s much *more* than normal.” Bethany nodded, deciding she was up to the task.
She pulled her nightgown over her head, revealing her small breasts, still filling out as she began to enter womanhood. The sweet little curve of her hips told the truth: her womb was ready to accept a man’s sperm, ready to bring a child into this world.
She climbed on top of you and began to lower herself onto your thick hard manhood. She gasped and bit her lip as you first entered her, but after a wince of pain from the piercing of her hymen she looked down at you, planted her hands on your chest and began to bear her hips down, pushing more and more of your cock up into her. “Oh god daddy. Oh my god” she whispered. “I love it. I love you. I am going to do a good job daddy I promise. I am going to keep your baby safe.” you groaned baby, hardly able to keep your eyes open.
I was fingering myself harder, and was so turned on I was dizzy. Baby I was watching my baby being conceived. How incredibly lucky I was to be able to experience that.
Bethany… she was such a dutiful baby. She rode you nice and steady. Not too hard. There was no lust in her eyes. She climaxed, sure. She groaned and gasped out orgasm after orgasm as she rode your thick hardness. But this wasn’t dirty. This wasn’t perverse. It was beautiful. It was magical. It was love.
When you began orgasming, you looked her right in the eyes, but as you began to empty into your daughter she turned to look at me. “Mom… oh god mom there’s so much… he’s filling me up.” “I know baby!” I replied as my own body shook to orgasm. She started cumming too, as your huge flood of sperm washed through her cervix and into her little womb. “Oh god mom… it’s yours. It’s your baby. Use my body mom. Please. Use me” We came together, all three of us. A beautiful loving family moment.
Every night it repeated. The three of us. The next night I joined you both in bed. The three of us made love together. Sharing sweet loving family orgasms. Every night you flooded our daughter’s womb again. Anything that dripped out of her we shared, sweetly kissing it back and forth. It’s good for the baby after all. It went on like that until the day little Jeremy was born. My sweet little son. He’s three now… and I think our family has room for one more. Bethany is done with college next year… What do you think, honey?
Want to put another baby in your sweet little daughter?