A MUM'S SEDUCTION


                              by John P

                           Copyright© 2012


Chapter 11

Excited, I stayed awake most of the night. I got to thinking
about how meeting Daddy again would impact on the relationship
between Jimmy and me. He was our father but my son had never met
him before yesterday and their first meeting had been anything
but the tear-jerking occasion that would be expected. Daddy had
fucked his son's lovely arse and Jimmy had loved it! I had kept
this revelation from Jimmy, hoping to find later an easy way of
telling him that the stranger who had filled him with spunk was
his father!

When I waved goodbye to Jimmy and his football team, I shut the
door and began to think again about what I would say to him when
he came home that night. Sat in the kitchen, I ran scenarios
through my mind, trying to select one which would cause the least
damage to our relationship.

The doorbell rang at 9:45 and when I opened the door, there he
stood. The tall man who was my father was clean-shaven and
dressed in better clothes than yesterday. When he came in, I
reached up to kiss him and held him tight. There was no way I was
going to let him be taken from me again. I led him through to the
kitchen and we just looked at each other.

"I've missed you terribly, Daddy," I said quietly. "You've no
idea how many nights I cried myself to sleep after you were taken
away."

"Me too, love," he said sorrowfully. "I've been trying to find
you for almost 2 years. They wouldn't tell me where you were."

The kettle boiled then and I made the tea. When I brought the
cups to the table and sat down, the talking began.

"What happened to our baby?" he asked and I told him that he had
a son. "Where is he now?" he asked and I told him about the
football match. "Where's your husband? Will he mind me turning up
like this?"

Now came the difficult bit. "I don't have a husband or a
boyfriend, Dad," I said.

"Well, who...?" he asked, looking down at my swollen belly.

There was really no way to dress it up. I reached out and held
his hand as I continued, "It was our son, Daddy. He got me
pregnant!"

He looked then as if he had been slapped in the face. Silence
ensued as he digested what I had told him. I had to fill the
silence.

"It was my fault really," and I went on to explain how we began
our love-making. As I revealed Martin's part in things, I saw
Daddy's face change as he realised that Jimmy was the same as he
was. His son needed cock just like his father did.

"When will I get to meet him?" he asked and I said he had already
met him.

Looking confused, he asked, "When did I meet him?" and then I
dropped the bombshell.

"I was watching as you fucked his arse in the woods!"

A split second of non-comprehension and then it hit him like a
thunderbolt.

"You mean... that boy... the good-looking boy in the woods... is
our son?" His face drained of all colour as he played over in his
mind what he had done to Jimmy. He had put his cock in his son's
mouth, had fucked his lovely little bottom and had lain beside
him, cuddling and stroking him as they came down from their
post-coital highs. "Helen, he's beautiful!" he said, still not
quite believing what had happened. "Our son is beautiful!"

"Yes, Dad, he is and he reminds me in every way of you. He is his
father's son!"

His face went through a range of emotions as he considered all my
news. There were still gaps, still things to tell him, but I
would wait until he had recovered from the information I had
already supplied before giving him more.

"How did you find me," he asked, "there in the probation hostel?"

"I followed you from the woods. I didn't know it was you, of
course," I explained. "With the beard and everything, I thought
you might need a job. Jimmy wouldn't stop talking about how
wonderful he felt with you as we drove and I was going to ask if
you would fuck him regularly so that we wouldn't need to keep
looking for different men for him."

His eyes became moist then and I reached over for the box of
tissues. He took one and dabbed his eyes. Once he was a little
more composed, he put his hand on mine and said quietly, "I felt
something between us too but I'm on the sex-offenders register
and not allowed to mix with kids. I couldn't risk meeting him
again although I really wanted to. I'm just lucky nobody saw me."

Then I asked, "How long do you have to stay at the hostel?"

"I can leave when they can find me a room," he replied. "They've
been looking for months for something suitable but it can't be
near schools or parks."

Then came an idea. "Why can't you stay here? There are no schools
close-by or parks. I'd love to have you live with us."

"But what about Jimmy? They won't let me live here with a child
in the house," he said.

That was difficult but there was a solution. "He's your son, Dad.
I'm your adult daughter. Mother has cleared off and left us so
why shouldn't you take up your fatherly duties?" It had the ring
of an excellent argument, one I was prepared to press on the
authorities if it came to it.

"But I have no money, Helen. I'm broke and never likely to get a
job." I had the answer to that too.

"Although Mum hated me and Jimmy, she left us a very generous
monthly income and the house is paid for. You share it with us.
What could be better?"

He looked doubtful so I had to use another line of reasoning.
"Look, Dad," I said, "Jimmy needs his father and so do I. Think
about us if not yourself. The baby will be here soon as well.
Jimmy will need to learn to be a father and you can teach him.
You did alright with me so I'm sure it will work out. What do you
think?"

He thought hard about what I'd said and he finally agreed to
approach the people in charge of the hostel to see if it could be
done.

Our conversation went on for 2 hours and covered his time in
prison and my time as a young teen mother. I made lunch for us
both and our talking continued well into the afternoon. He had
gone into the woods in search of some adult male company but had
seen Jimmy half naked and had been drawn in by the temptation of
his fine young body.

"Do you have a girlfriend, Daddy?" I asked and he replied that he
didn't.

"And you? Do you have anybody?" he asked.

"No, just Jimmy," I replied. "He's all I need. Our sex life is
wonderful. He reminds me so much of you."

I held out my hand to him and he took it, squeezing it gently. I
watched his mouth each time he spoke and remembered all those
times when he used it to please me, and then I pictured the long
foreskin on his thick cock that I had worshipped so many times
before finally feeling it pushed deep inside me. My knickers were
becoming wet at the recall of my memories and I think that he
must have known what was happening to me.

With a look of embarrassment on his face, he asked quietly, "How
do we tell Jimmy who I am? I mean... after yesterday... you
know... in the woods..."

This was the question that had kept me from sleep last night and
I still hadn't found an answer. "I don't know, Daddy," I said but
then an idea came to me. "Do you think that maybe he won't
recognise you? After all, yesterday you were scruffy and wore a
beard." I could have bitten my tongue then and I looked at him
with regret. "I'm sorry, Dad, I shouldn't have said that."

"Don't apologise, Helen. You're right. I was a mess yesterday,"
he said. He was my father, a gentle man who always forgave all my
childhood mistakes, regardless of the unintentional pain I caused
him. "I'm not sure he won't recognise me, Helen. Won't a glimpse
of my cock give me away to him?"

I had forgotten about that. How would our son not recognise the
cock which had given him so much pleasure yesterday? It was a
daft idea.

"There's only one way to do this," I said, forming a plan in my
head. "We'll let him meet his dad tonight but keep your cock in
your pants. It may well be that he won't recognise your face,
being clean-shaven now. Eventually he's going to find out that it
was you who made him feel good but until then, we just treat you
like the prodigal father who has returned to the family. How does
that sound?"

He thought for a second before agreeing with me but then came the
question which neither of us had wanted to ask.

"And what about us, Helen?" he said softly. "How will things work
now between you and me?"

I had refused to face this because I wasn't sure how I felt about
our new relationship. On the one hand, I had Jimmy to love me,
but on the other hand, sitting here with my wonderful stud father
was making my knickers wet. They were both essential to me and I
didn't want to have to choose between them. I was pregnant with
Jimmy's baby and I wanted him in my bed every night. On the other
hand, what my father used to do to me had fulfilled me sexually,
making me want him inside my body at every opportunity. Could I
have both of them? I certainly wanted that, being the slut that
they had both made me.

As if he read my mind, he asked, "Where's the bathroom?"

Deep in my thoughts, I hadn't heard him and I said, "What?"

"Where's your bathroom?" he asked. "I need to pee."

"I'll show you," I said and he followed me up the stairs. I left
him at the door and he went inside but he left it open as he went
over to the toilet and dug out his cock from his pants. Instead
of leaving, I stood in the doorway, peering inside. I shouldn't
have done it; I should have left him alone. Instead, I watched as
he pulled back his foreskin, ready to pee.

"You used to like watching me do this when you were a kid, didn't
you?" he said, smiling at me.

I blushed deeply and nodded but I moved closer and kept watching
as his pee splashed into the bowl. I reached out and took the
cock into my hand, moving it like a child to paint pictures with
pee.

"Oh Helen, it's been so long since I've felt your hand on it," he
whispered. "Do you remember what you used to do next?"

Of course I did. When he had finished, I would lead him to my bed
and strip off my clothes while he watched me. His eyes always
took in every detail of my little girl body and I would bend over
deliberately to show him my pussy and bottom. He always managed
to get naked before I did though and by the time I crawled into
bed with him, he was erect and throbbing. Then we would 69 before
he turned me round and filled my pussy or bottom with his cock.

"Yes, Daddy, I remember it all," I said softly. He finished
peeing but my hand still held his cock which was beginning to
lengthen and thicken. "Oh Daddy!" I breathed. "It's been so
long!" and I reached up to kiss him on the lips. His mouth opened
and I thrust my tongue inside, and his arms were around me
instantly, caressing my back and my bottom.

I felt his cock become fully erect in my hand and I knew that I
was lost. Any resolve I may have had to resist him had just
crashed in flames. I was his little 12-year-old again, wanting
Daddy to do those deliciously filthy things to me that I liked so
much. My juices were flooding my knickers and when Daddy's hand
went under my dress and between my legs to play with my cunt, he
found the evidence of my arousal.

"Your pussy's soaking, Helen!" he whispered in my ear. "You need
sex badly!"

"Yes, Daddy! Take me to bed! Do dirty things to me!" I whispered
hoarsely and he forced his tongue between my lips. I was hot, so
fucking horny for cock, and Daddy was here to give it to me!

Leading him by his cock, I brought him to my bedroom and started
to take off my maternity dress and then my underwear, remembering
to flash my cunt and arse at him. When I turned round, he was
naked and I climbed onto his body, taking his hot cock into my
mouth as his tongue licked at my wet pregnant pussy.

His fingers prised open my buttocks and he ran his tongue from
bum-hole to clitoris, licking liberally and depositing much
saliva on my sex. I teased his foreskin, forcing my tongue inside
the long hood as Jimmy had done the day before and forcing the
tip of my tongue into the pee-slit which oozed large amounts of
pre-cum. My big belly made it a little difficult for Daddy to
tongue me easily but the feelings he gave me were highly
stimulating.

After only a short time, he lay me down on my back with my head
propped on a stack of pillows and I watched his hand take his
erection and place it at my pussy-hole.

"I love you, Helen," he whispered and moved his hips forward to
begin the penetration of my pregnant cunt. I held my breath as
his foreskin-covered knob began to enter me and then he stopped
briefly, waiting for me to signal him to push in more of his
hardness. At my signal, he pushed further and soon my father's
cock was inside me, pushed in right up to the hilt. He took his
weight on his arms so as not to crush me but kept his hips still,
waiting for me to urge him on.

My arms went up around his neck and I pulled his face down to
mine so that I could kiss him. His tongue, long and thick, probed
inside my mouth and I sucked greedily on it. He stayed still as
we kissed but I wanted to feel the friction inside my cunt and I
released his tongue long enough to whisper to him, "Fuck me,
Daddy. Fuck me like you used to!"

As his hips began to move, I buried my head in his chest. "Oh
God, Daddy! Oh God! I love you!" I cried as I felt the familiar
cock thrust into me and then pull back. His cock went deeper than
Jimmy's and was much thicker so that the friction built up
quickly and more intensely. Difficult thought it was with my
pregnant belly in the way, I crossed my legs over his back as he
fucked me.

His thick length speared my cunt rhythmically but he kept
altering the stroke, just as he did when I was 12. Short strokes
and then long ones; the short with his knob nearly coming out of
me and then the long ones when he bottomed out in me and gave me
those lovely dull pains deep inside. His balls banged against my
buttocks each time he long-dicked me and I hugged him tighter to
me as I felt his knob hitting my cervix.

I felt like a slut as I urged him on. "Harder, Daddy! Fuck your
little daughter harder!"

He rode me hard, just as I wanted him to. "You dirty little girl,
Helen!" he hissed. "Take your daddy's cock, you little slut!"

My fingers went to one of my swollen nipples and I pinched it
hard, hurting myself, but all it did was to increase my
excitement. When Daddy saw what I was doing, his head moved down
and he took the other nipple between his teeth, biting gently at
first and then sucking it. The long nipple in his mouth gave me a
buzz and I held his head there, wanting more.

"Cum in me, Daddy! Promise you'll cum in my cunt!" I panted and
his mouth left my nipple.

"Yes, Helen, I'll cum deep inside you!" he whispered through
gritted teeth and his hips moved faster. "Play with yourself,
darling! Cum for me! Cum for Daddy!"

My hand went down to my clit and I rubbed it as Daddy knelt up to
watch me. "Rub it harder, Helen! Rub it faster for Daddy!" he
hissed and I closed my eyes as I did as he said. The inch-long
rubbery thing was wet, slimy with the pussy juices which were
pouring from my pussy and coating my finger.

Impaled on his big cock, I frigged myself as never before and I
felt my cum approaching. He was banging me hard now, trapping my
fingers between our groins with each inward thrust for a second
but it did not delay my orgasm. Suddenly my body went rigid and
my hips left the bed as the waves of my cum carried me along. I
was cumming hard, the juice flooding my pussy and making the
thick cock inside me even slicker.

The muscles in my pussy squeezed Daddy's thick cock like a vice
and I felt it lurch inside me and keep on pulsing as his potent
seed splattered the walls of my steaming hot cunt. I hugged him
as he came in me, my big belly tight against his body, and he
groaned loudly in my ear.

"Yes, Daddy! Fill me! Fuck your cum into me!" I cried, overjoyed
to feel once more the sensation of his hot semen being pumped far
up inside me.

"Helen! Helen!" he cried as my tight hot cunt milked him, sucking
the baby-making spunk from his body.

When the pulsing of his cock subside and eventually ceased, his
eyes met mine and that old look of love was still there. His
pupils were enlarged; always a dead give-away to those who
recognised it. I'd seen those eyes so many times as a 12-year-old
girl. He had always loved me emotionally and physically, and now
he was back with me, I wanted more of it. The daddy-cock which
had been missing all those years was inside me again and had
spewed the hot seed, the same seed which had first made me
pregnant.

He rolled off me carefully, pulling out his now softening cock
from my sloppy cunt. Lying beside me, he raised himself on one
elbow and kissed me affectionately, one finger toying with one of
my dark nipples and making it tingle. His head moved down and
kissed my swollen belly, and I stroked his hair.

"The baby will be beautiful, Helen," he murmured. "How lucky it
will be to have parents like you and Jimmy."

At the mention of Jimmy's name, I was brought down to earth with
a bang. My guilt was resurrected again as I realised that I was
lying in bed, leaking another man's spunk out of my well-fucked
pussy. I had wanted to be fucked by Daddy and had willingly gone
to bed with him. Jimmy would come home from football and would no
doubt fill me with his boy-spunk and I would kiss him as ardently
as I had kissed my father... our father. Oh God! I wanted both of
them!

We cuddled and caressed each other for the next half-hour, saying
nothing, just enjoying the closeness. My mind was working hard to
find a solution to the awkward situation we were in but I never
thought once to ask Daddy what to do. He must have been thinking
about it too because he started to speak of our son.

"You really love Jimmy, don't you?" he said softly, and I
murmured, "Yes, I do, Daddy."

He considered for a moment and then said, "Perhaps I shouldn't
spoil it all. Maybe I should just be Jimmy's father and nothing
else."

"You're my father too!" I said, a little too sharply.

"Of course, Helen. I meant just be a father to you both. I meant
that I shouldn't... well... be doing stuff like this with you any
more." His face had a look of sadness and I took his hand in mine
and squeezed it.

"Let's not talk about it any more. Not now anyway," I said, being
sensible for once. "I have to introduce you to your son first and
I'm not sure how to do it. Let's take a bath together. I have to
clean all your spunk out of me before Jimmy comes home," and we
walked hand in hand to the bathroom.

As we watched the bath fill with warm water, he stood behind me,
his arms around my waist. His thick flaccid cock hung down and I
felt his big knob between my buttocks, and he gently cupped my
breasts in his big hands. He kissed the side of my neck and
whispered, "You are beautiful, Helen. Jimmy is so lucky."

I was first in the bath and for the first time in more than 14
years, I felt his big experienced hands washing me. He washed my
hair and then he made me stand up so that he could spread soap
everywhere on my body, and his fingers... Oh God, those fingers!
They went up my bum, causing exquisite feelings inside me as he
twisted them around, finger-fucking my arse. When he pulled them
out, I felt empty. Then, with my shoulders against the tiles and
my hips thrust forward, he kissed my clit before pushing 2
fingers up inside my pussy to try to empty my well-filled vagina.
The gravity, together with his fingers, meant that most of
Daddy's spunk came out of me but I would stick a tampon up my
cunt to catch any more that might come down later.

He helped me out of the bath when I had been thoroughly rinsed
and he dried me, just like he did when I was 12. On his knees, he
dried me from the waist down and when he was finished, he put the
towel down and his hands went behind me, pulling me to him so
that he could kiss my swollen belly. My hands went to his head
and I stroked his hair as he moved his lips around, kissing every
inch of the baby inside me. It wasn't sexual; it was his way of
bonding with my baby.

When it was his turn in the bath, he didn't want me to wash him.
I was a bit disappointed until he pointed out that when I put my
hands on him, he always developed a boner. I watched him though
as his hands touched each part of his large muscular body with
soap and I got tingles in my pussy as he moved his hands around.
He became semi-erect as he touched his cock but I think it was
because he was being watched. He always said that when he had sex
with men, it was even better when the voyeurs watched them
perform.

Once we were both dressed and back in the kitchen, we talked
more. His future was bleak, he said, because of his jail time and
he didn't know how he could help me financially. I reminded him
again about my mother's generous monthly allowance and, although
he was none too pleased to be dependent on somebody else, he
finally accepted that it was okay to take money from the wife who
ruined him.

We sat in the living-room on the settee and his arm went around
me as we waited for Jimmy to arrive home from his football match.
Less than an hour later, we heard the back door open and Dad and
I sprang apart, standing up together to face the kitchen.

He came in then and stopped in the doorway, looking at the man
before him and then at me. He dropped his sports-bag and stepped
forward.

"Jimmy," I started. "I have something to tell you. Sit down
here," and I nodded towards the settee.

When he sat, he eyed Dad with curiosity and I wondered if he
recognised him from the woods. When he looked back at me again, I
started to become tongue-tied. The well-rehearsed speech that I
had practiced so often had deserted me and I was struggling for
the words. I surrendered and came straight out with it.

"Jimmy, this is Dad! He's come home."

There were no tears, just a silence. Neither of them knew what to
do. Jimmy's eyes registered shock and Dad looked extremely
nervous. Oh Christ, this is not going right! I had to do
something and I did it. I offered my hand to Jimmy and he stood
up. My arms went around him and I went to kiss his lips,
whispering to him that Dad knew about us and it was alright.
Suddenly he relaxed and kissed me for a moment, his arms going
round me to hug me tightly. Ignored for the moment, Dad just
stood there, watching us. When Jimmy released me, he went to Dad
and offered his hand and Dad shook it. The next minute, he
gathered Jimmy into his arms and hugged him.

"I've waited so long to meet you, Jimmy," he said. "I never
thought you would turn out so handsome."

They stood there for ages, just holding each other, looking into
each other's face from time to time. Then Dad became serious.

"I'm so sorry I haven't been here for you, son," he said softly.
"I wish I could have been the father you deserved. I wish I could
have watched you grow up."

Jimmy put his head on our father's shoulder and mumbled, "It's
alright, Dad. You're here now." He kissed Dad's cheek with
affection and my heart leapt with joy. I joined them, my arms
going around each one, and they gathered me in. Everything would
be alright. We were together at last; a real family.

Eventually I got them to sit on the settee and went into the
kitchen to start making the evening meal. I listened in to their
conversation each time I went near the door and on the one
occasion I looked in, Jimmy was holding Dad's hand. It would be
some time before we all adjusted but it had started well and, to
be honest, it was a great weight off my mind.

They talked non-stop throughout the meal and I just listened. The
2 men in my life were with me now and if I had my way, neither
would ever leave. There was much touching between them. Jimmy's
hand would rest on Dad's arm and Dad would touch his son's face
as he spoke. Football was discussed at great length but
regardless of the conversation, each looked lovingly into the
other's face.

At 9:30, Dad announced that he had to go back to the hostel
because they locked the doors at 10 o'clock. When Jimmy invited
him to stay, Dad had to tell him of the curfew that had been
imposed on him. They hugged each other and each kissed the
other's cheek and neither seemed to want to let the other go but
it was imperative that Dad returned in time. We all piled into
the car and reached the hostel by 9:55. He promised that he would
come again the next day and he kissed us both before going
inside.

We drove home in silence but once in the house, my son asked what
I thought of our father. "He's nice, Jimmy," I said. "He's always
been nice. A more loyal man I have never met. What did you think
of him?"

"He's good-looking, isn't he?" he said. "Has he had a girlfriend
since he came out of jail?"

"No, Jimmy, he says not," I replied. "Anyway, having to be back
in the hostel before 10 every night limits his activities, I
suppose." I was careful not to mention his liking for cock
although I had told Jimmy about it long ago.

Then, out of the blue, came the question I was dreading. "Mum,
does he want to get back with you... you know... in your bed?"

I reassured him straight away. "You're the one for me, Jimmy.
It's you I want in my bed every night. It's your baby that kicks
inside me and keeps me awake."

He came to me and put his arms around me, kissing me with
increased urgency. "I want you, Mum. I need you now!" and his
fingers began to undo the buttons on my maternity dress. I felt
the front of his pants and discovered the stiffy there. He had
become stiff very quickly and I wondered if his arousal was
anything to do with the desirable man who was his father.

He stripped us both in no time and soon I was on my knees,
sucking his dick and lubricating it with copious amounts of
saliva. Enjoying what I was doing to him, he didn't notice my
hand removing the tampon that I had inserted earlier. By the time
I had made him so excited that he couldn't wait any longer, I was
soaking wet myself and he plunged his dick into me from behind as
I bent over the arm of the settee with my legs splayed wide.

The dirty talk began almost at once. "Did you like feeling his
cock when Daddy did it to you, Mum?" he asked, his voice almost
manic. "Was it nice when Daddy pumped you full of spunk?"

"Oh Jimmy, fuck me, love!" I cried as I reacted to my son's
filthy talk. Although I was very excited, I thought of something
dirty, something to really excite him.

"Do you want Daddy to fuck you too, Jimmy?" I asked, my teeth
gritted now. "Would you like his big cock pounding your arse?
You'd love him to spunk in you, wouldn't you?" and he panted in
my ear, "Yes, Mum! Yes! Yes!"

It was enough to bring him off at once. He cried out as he came
and I could feel the jerking of his dick inside me as he began to
fill me with his boy-cum. I put my hand down between my legs to
fondle his balls as his dick spewed inside me and I felt the
pulsing of the thick tube behind his ball-sac as each gob of hot
spunk was pumped into my soaking cunt.

He collapsed onto my back when his dick stopped pumping and I
stayed there until I was sure that there was no more hot semen to
be had. When he lifted himself from me, we sat down on the
settee; me with a towel under me to catch the spunk which I knew
would start to seep out of my well-fucked pussy.

As we kissed, basking in the feelings of post-coital bliss, I
knew he wanted to ask something but I didn't want to suggest what
it might be in case I was wrong. I just had to wait until he
found the courage. His head leant on my shoulder and I stroked
his handsome face with my fingertips.

"Mum," he said, and I murmured, "Mmmm?"

It took a few seconds more before he found the courage. "Do you
REALLY think that Dad would want to... you know... with me?" His
face was red with embarrassment but I saw the hope glowing in his
eyes.

"Come on, Jimmy," I said. "He couldn't stop touching you when he
was here. If I hadn't been here, you would have been kissing him
and he would have been groping you before an hour had passed. I
don't know everything about what men do with each other but I
could see you wanted each other badly."

"Do you think that he would want to..." here he paused,
embarrassed I suppose about asking a woman, "well... err... do
stuff like Martin did?"

Here I could assure him. "I know for a fact that he would like to
do with you what Martin did." I didn't want any questions about
how I knew because I didn't want to reveal what Dad had said
about him when they had sex in the woods on Friday. To throw him
off the scent, I said, "If you greet him in just your underpants
tomorrow, I'm sure he'll want you in bed within 10 minutes."

I could see his mind turning, digesting all that I had said. His
hand went down to his dick and he stroked it absent-mindedly. I
thought about it too, imagining my 2 virile men making love while
I watched. I felt something inside me tingle and more juice
trickled from my pussy, soaking the towel beneath me.

His dick was becoming erect again, no doubt thinking about Daddy,
and he led me upstairs to our bed. He mounted me almost
immediately and as I used more filthy talk about Daddy and him,
he came inside me like a train. When he had finished, he lay
beside me and I offered him my nipple, and he took it gladly,
settling down to suckle contentedly before dropping off to sleep.

'Oh Daddy,' I thought. 'Come tomorrow and make love to our son.'