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Story Title : Sordid Conception - Part 1
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SORDID CONCEPTION - PART 1
BY CHILI PEELER chilipeelr@aol.com
Sharon Larrington sat quietly at the table in the
breakfast nook, stirring her tea and thinking about her
daughter-in-law's problem. Brenda had come by four
months ago to "just visit" but soon after arriving she
had broached the subject that had really brought her
over.
"I could use some advise.....some medical advise,"
Brenda had said as she'd watched her cleaning out her
bedroom closet.
"What is it, dear?" Sharon had asked, looking at
her as she folded an old sweater. Sharon was a regis-
tered nurse at the small hospital in Little Falls;
being asked medical stuff by her family wasn't out of
the ordinary.
"Chris and I have been trying to get pregnant for
almost a year......." Brenda began, ".....and nothing's
happened."
Sharon's natural reaction was to tell Brenda to not
rush into child-rearing, partly because of her own
experiences of having two children before she was
barely 20. Brenda was 22, almost 23. Sharon and her
husband had made it with the help of their parents.
Chris and Brenda could do the same, if necessary.
"Well, at least you're having fun trying, right?"
Sharon teased her daughter-in-law. Brenda smiled at
that. Sharon would bet that Chris was happy to deliver
the goods to Brenda every night. They were both so
touchie-feelie with each other, even when they were
visiting her.
And Brenda was a pretty girl - a very pretty girl
with long black hair, a roundish face with green eyes
and a full pair of lips. She had a nice hourglass
figure with a large pair of breasts and flaring hips -
breeding hips as they were called.
The only thing that detracted from her looks was a
somewhat jumbled set of teeth; when Brenda smiled it
was noticeable. Her other son, Brad, called her Vampyra
or Snaggletooth behind her back but Sharon had noticed
that Brad looked at her that certain way that young 19
year old boys do.
Sharon could just imagine her oldest son's enthu-
siasm when Brenda shucked off her baggy jeans and T-
shirt, exposing her milky white skinned Venus-like
body. Oh, to be that young again!
"Have you seen your doctor? To check if everything
is in working order," Sharon had asked as she turned
back into the closet.
"Well, that's why I really brought this whole
matter up," Brenda had said, sounding worried. "I saw
Dr. Evans a few weeks ago and he did some tests. He
says everything is fine....with me."
Sharon had caught the way she had ended her sen-
tence. Was there something wrong with Chris then?
"Has Chris had his sperm count tested?" Sharo said,
turning back, folding an ugly blouse that she hadn't
worn in years Sharon could see that Brenda was under
some stress at this point in the conversation.
"Sharon, I'm gonna tell you this but you can't tell
Chris. Promise?"
"Sure, honey, go ahead." Sharon had a weakness for
gossip or secrets...God knows she had a few herself.
"I took a sample to be tested last week but Chris
doesn't know I took it."
"Why the secrecy?"
"Chris is just weird that way. He says if it's
gonna happen, it will happen. He just didn't want to
have himself tested."
Sharon could see Chris saying that - he was such
a weird egg sometimes.
"So you, um, collected some of his sperm without
him knowing?"
"Yeah," Brenda had admitted. "I got the results
back yesterday. Chris has a very low count."
"But not low enough that you couldn't get pre-
gnant?" Sharon asked, hoping Brenda wasn't going to
tell her that she wouldn't be having any grandchildren
from their marriage.
"It's possible that we could have a baby.....but
the odds aren't very good. Dr. Evans says it could be
as low as 1 in 50," Brenda had said sadly, tears wel-
ling up in her eyes.
"Oh, Brenda. It's going to be O.K." Sharon had
said in real encouragement. But she knew it may not be.
Conceiving was hard enough without the odds they were
facing.
"Sharon, I want to have children. If Chris can't
make that happen....." Brenda had looked down and
trailed off her sentence.
"Are you saying that you'd leave Chris?" Sharon
asked.
"I love Chris, I really do. I'm not going to leave
him. But I'll be unhappy and that's no good."
"There's always artificial methods," Sharon had
offered.
"I thought about that. I don't know if that's
something we want to get into. I'm sure it's very
expensive and we're not setting the world on fire
financially. Plus, like I said, Chris would have to
be told. And, to tell you the truth, I want it to
happen naturally. I want to remember the moment it
happens....not on some operating table with a bunch
of strangers around."
"Did Dr. Evans explain different positions that
can help improve your chances?" Sharon asked.
"Yeah, I'm going to start using those. Maybe we'll
get lucky."
"Oh, I'm sure you will, dear." Sharon had put on
her best face to give Brenda hope.
Sharon snapped back into the present and finished
drinking her coffee.
She had made her mind up to suggest her plan to
Brenda when she came over later in the morning. It was
an unusual solution to the problem but it made sense
in a way. Everyone would be happy if all were willing
and that was the important thing.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Brenda got to her house around noon and Sharon made
them some salads. They sat out on the back deck and
ate, watching hummingbirds feed at a flowers nearby.
"Brenda, I've been thinking about your situation.
About having a baby. I'd like to suggest a solution."
Brenda looked at her hopefully.
"Now as I see it, this baby business is putting a
strain on your marriage. We need to get you pregnant."
"Believe me, we've tried everything," Brenda said,
putting her fork down and leaning back in her chair.
"All those positions that were suggested, plotting my
cycle......it's discouraging. But what kind of solution
did you have in mind?"
"What I'm going to suggest, you'll have to keep an
open mind about it...don't dismiss it out of hand."
"All right, Sharon. Tell me. The suspense is kil-
ling me." Brenda made her voice sound overly dramatic
to lighten the discussion.
"These are the important points to remember: One,
you want to get pregnant. Two, you want it to occur
naturally, which I can understand, believe me. I can
still remember both occasions when I conceived Chris
and Brad. Now, we got to face facts about Chris. He's
had his chance but he's failed."
"God, Sharon...you don't pull any punches," Brenda
said, laughing lightly.
"We've got to be pragmatic about this thing,"
Sharon said seriously. "The big question is this: Could
you love a child that is not Chris's?"
"Are you talking about adopting?" Brenda said con-
fused. They had not talked about adoption in the past
but Sharon knew that wasn't an acceptable solution.
Brenda just wasn't seeing where she was leading her.
"No, remember you want this to be your child. You
want it to happen naturally."
"Sharon, you're confusing me. Just tell me what it
is."
"If Chris can't do the job, would you consider
having someone else be the actual father?"
Sharon saw Brenda get what she was driving at. Her
mouth fell a little open.
"You're suggesting that I have sex with someone
else to get pregnant?"
"Yes, dear, I am...but not just anyone. I've got
someone in mind. But first let me know if the idea is
so repugnant that you wouldn't consider it."
Brenda sat there for a moment, looking off into
space as she thought about what Sharon had suggested.
"Sharon, it is a little surprising to hear you
suggest something like this," Brenda began, "My mother
would never have been able to talk with me this way.
I know you're only suggesting this because you want me
and Chris to be happy. I've got to admit that the
thought had crossed my mind. About sleeping with
someone else."
Sharon knew they were way over the hump with her
admission.
"I suppose I could live with the secret. I know
Chris and I would love the kid to death," Brenda fin-
ished.
"Oh, I know you guys would. That's the only reason
I would suggest such a thing. And there's a way we can
do it to make it easier for you to live with. I
wouldn't want you to consider it cheating on Chris.
Chris has your heart, I know that."
"So, who did you have in mind?" Brenda asked in a
voice that said she was considering Sharon's sugges-
tion.
"I was thinking of Brad," Sharon said.
"Brad?!" Brenda said with real shock in her voice.
"Wait, let me tell you my reasoning," Sharon said,
patting Brenda's arm. "I know it's a wild proposal,
having your husband's brother be the father, but here's
why I think it makes sense. First of all, Brad and
Chris carry very similar genetic make-ups so the child
will actually have a little bit of Chris as its make-
up. Secondly, because Brad is family already, he's less
likely to try to cause problems later on. In a small
town like the Falls, word is bound to get around if you
slept with one of the other men in this town. They go
down to those bars and drink and tell tales. With Brad,
you're not going to have some guy suddenly crop up and
claim his rights, like visitation. Which leads into my
third point, you'll be able to see the real father
interact with the child on a regular basis."
"Wow, Sharon...you've really thought this thing
out. How do you know Brad would even be willing to do
this? Having a kid is a big responsibility and Brad's
not the model of responsibility."
Sharon had to agree with that. Brad was 19 and,
like most teenagers, he believed in enjoying himself
above all else. Someone looking at him would have
doubts about the kind of person he was. He wore his
brown hair longer than Sharon liked and hung out with
a bunch of similarly minded teenagers. He'd admitted
to smoking marijuana but only in party situations. And
he was a bit crude in the language department. But
Sharon overlooked these things because she knew he was
a good person at heart and he had been such a help to
her after his father had past away.
"Brad's not going to have to be up changing diapers
at 3 A.M., you will be. And Chris. Brad's life won't
change that much," Sharon said.
"Have you talked with Brad about this?" Brenda
asked.
"Heavens no! I didn't want to give Brad any ideas
like this. First, you agree to it and then I'll bring
it up to Brad. But I wouldn't tell him that you were
already willing. I'd just make it seem like I was
approaching him first with the idea," Sharon sipped
her ice tea and watched Brenda think about what she
was suggesting.
"Sharon, everything you've said makes sense,"
Brenda finally said with a smile. "Just having someone
else know the secret will help me because I could
always talk to you.... I guess, as crazy as it seems,
I'd be willing to do it. With Brad."
"Brenda, I think that's great. Chris is so lucky to
have a wife like you."
"Well, I don't know if what we're going to do is
'great' but it does make sense."
They finished eating and walked their dishes back
inside the kitchen. Then Brenda raised a point that
Sharon had thought about but not brought up yet.
"Sharon, how do I know Brad isn't like Chris?"
"I did think about that. Obviously, we'll have to
get Brad tested too. I know some people over at the
clinic in Chapel's Gate. You could go over there and
get the tests done with no problem. I wouldn't want
you going through Dr. Evans again. He might get suspi-
cious if Brad is healthy and than talk to Chris and
that's a whole can of worms we shouldn't even open."
Sharon was washing off the dishes in the sink as
she said this and saw Brad pushing his motorcycle
across the back yard.
"Here comes Brad now," she said to Brenda. Brenda
walked to the door to the deck and watched Sharon's
younger, shirtless son push his broken or out-of-gas
off-road motorcycle to the steps at the bottom of the
deck. Then he picked the motorcycle up with a great
heave and walked it up to the deck where he locked it
up at night.
Sharon, with a sideways glance, saw Brenda taking
note of the muscles that Brad was unknowingly display-
ing to his brother's wife. It could be that Brenda
might have agreed to her plan for more reasons than
just propagation.
Brad did have a nice body by all standards. It
wasn't that he was really muscular; Sharon thought he
resembled swimmers like she had watched in the
Olympics. He had a definite V-shape to his upper body
from riding his bike or doing pull-ups, whatever he
was always up to.
As Brad bent down to chain his bike to the railing,
Brenda turned from the door and walked away to lean on
the counter.
"Just act like yourself," Sharon said and they
shared a smile as Brad came through the door.
'Fucking bike," Brad thought, standing up after
locking it to the deck railing. Something was always
breaking on the damn thing. 'Ought to let someone steal
it and get Mom to buy me a new one.'
He had no doubts that his mother would if he asked
her. Since his father had past away and Chris had moved
out of the house, she'd been pouring all her affection
on him, that was for sure.
Giving his bike a kick, he walked inside.
And came up short when he saw Brenda standing in
the kitchen with his mother. Brenda would look good
wearing a burlap sack and she looked fantastic in a
pair of short shorts and a tanktop that did little to
hide those big round knockers. Man, his brother was
one lucky SOB.
"Hey girls," he said closing the door and sweeping
his hand back through his longish hair.
"Brad, you're a mess. You got grass in your hair,"
his mother said.
"Yeah, I took a frigging header out in McAnnally's
field. Had to push the damn bike all the way back."
"You're going to break your neck one day," Brenda
chimed in as she pulled her hair back and hooked it
behind her ear.
"It's a distinct possibility," Brad said with a
forced laugh. Brenda was no comedian but with a body
like hers, who the hell cared. "When I'm doing a Chris
Reeves you can come over and tell me 'I told you so!'"
Brad stepped close to his sister-in-law and grabbed
the back of her neck and started playfully shaking her.
She twisted out of his grasp but not before he got a
good view down her top.
"Cut it out, Brad," she said, swinging her long
hair around with a twist of her head.
"Brad, go take a shower. You're filthy and I'm sure
you smell as well," his mother said, snapping a dish
towel at his legs.
"O.K., O.K....I can tell when I'm not wanted." He
opened the door to the refrigerator and pulled out a
beer. His mother let him drink around the house.
"Shower beer," he said reverently to the can of Olympia.
"Those don't buy themselves," his mother said as
he moved toward the stairs.
"I'll buy some more later. Promise."
He went upstairs with Brenda's deep cleavage run-
ning through his mind.
"You want me to have one of those," Brenda kidded
Sharon after Brad was gone.
"Brad's a good kid. You could do a lot worse,"
Sharon said and meant it. "But the only thing he's
going to give you is one little sperm. It's up to you
and Chris to make it into what you want from there on.
So, should I ask him tonight or do you want to think
about it? There's no hurry."
"Not that I'm backtracking but how exactly do you
envision the actual act happening, if everything goes
forward without a hitch," Brenda asked.
"Well, it's not like you have to make love with
Brad. You could wear a long T-shirt so you wouldn't be
naked. And Brad could just do his business. To tell you
the truth, I'm sure Brad would probably be quick about
it, if you know what I mean."
"Sharon!" Brenda said, smiling from ear to ear in
amazement.
"Well, you know, I think Brad would find the whole
thing very stimulating. Being with you, his brother's
wife. I think he's got a crush on you if the truth be
known."
"I sort of thought he did," Brenda said shuffling
her feet, the smile still on her face. "Just as long
as he understands that this is just going to be a one
time occurence....." Brenda trailed off.
"Well, honey, it might take only once. We'd want
to do it on the day that you're most fertile, so we'll
arrange it that way. It may make sense to do it more
than once. Maybe two days in a row to make sure it
takes. But it may not even happen that first time. We
might have to do it again on another cycle. You're
going to have to commit to doing it until it happens,
otherwise you'll have nothing to show for it."
"Oh yeah, I understand that. I don't know what else
to say but thanks again, Sharon. I feel like such a
weight has been lifted off of me. There's this light
at the end of the tunnel now." Brenda gave her a hug
and said she'd call in the morning to hear what Brad
thought of the whole idea.
"Alright, now go home and be with your husband,"
Sharon said as she walked her daughter-in-law to the
front door. "Who knows, maybe tonight you guys will
take care of the whole thing by yourselves."
She watched Brenda drive off and then closed the
door. Leaning against it, she thought about how she
was going to tell Brad about what she and Brenda had
cooked up.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Later that night, she was cleaning the dishes from
dinner when Brad came in from the living room.
"Need any help?" he asked, leaning against the
counter by the sink.
"Brad, you can see that I'm almost done," she said.
"Why do you always do that?"
"Because I'm an asshole?" Brad said as if he were
guessing at a school question.
"You're not an asshole," Sharon chuckled and
flicked soap bubbles on him. "It's Saturday night.
Where are you off to tonight?"
"Oh, I thought I'd stay in tonight," Brad said
simply.
Sharon smiled at his statement. She always enjoyed
it when Brad didn't go out and spent some time with
her. Her husband had been killed in an auto accident
three years ago and Chris had moved out with Brenda
almost right after that. Thank goodness for Brad.
"Good," she said, drying her hands with a dish
towel. "There's something I need to talk with you about
later."
Sharon got ready for bed around 9:30 that night,
earlier than usual. Standing in front of her bathroom
mirror, she unhooked the front snap on her bra as she
studied her face.
At 39, she thought she might have hit her prime.
Being widowed had caused her to take stock and get
herself looking her best; she wasn't the type that
liked to be without male companionship. Her sex drive
had always been strong. Getting pregnant with Chris at
the young age of 16 had been a byproduct of that.
She'd changed her hairstyle to a short, sassy cut
to accentuate her long neck and added some blonde
highlights to contrast with her natural brown. She had
a narrow chin, a thin-lipped mouth, and a narrow,
slightly upturned, nose. Her eyes had always bothered
her - they had always looked to her like they bulged
too far out of their sockets and had made her look
older than she had been. But now nearing 40, the age
of her green eyes appeared to now match the rest of
her.
She shrugged off her bra and placed it on the
counter in front of her. Her breasts were cute,
cupcake-sized mounds that had sagged just a little
over the years but they look good just above the out-
line of her ribcage. She had always been thin, with
the body of a dancer but none of the grace. She ran
her hand down her front, still not happy with the
little belly she had been trying to shake for years
and years. At least her legs and butt were still in
good shape - no cellulite showing anywhere.
"Don't be so hard on yourself," she said to her
reflection and pushed her panties down off her hips,
working them down past mid-thigh until they fell
around her ankles on their own. "No one's complaining
about the equipment."
She brushed her teeth and brushed out her hair
briefly, posed sideways in the mirror to check out
her backside and then satisfied, she turned off the
light and walked into her bedroom.
Her breath caught in her throat for a fraction of
a second, as it always did, when she saw her young
strapping son waiting for her in her bed. Brad was
laying there, so at ease with his body and his nudity
and with what they were going to do again.
He saw her come into view and rolled on his side
facing her as she padded to the bed, his eyes drinking
in her body.
"You keep getting better and better looking," he
said.
"It's nice to be appreciated," Sharon said and sat
on the bed beside his reclining figure, her left leg
folded underneath her as she twisted her torso to face
him. "Like I appreciate you staying in tonight to be
with me."
"You know I love it, Mom," Brad said, his left
hand moving to rub the inside of her left thigh. "The
girls in this town got nothing on you. If you appreci-
ate it so much, why don't we do away with the rationing
shit?"
Sharon smiled at his enthusiasm and began stroking
the top of his hips with her right hand. If he only
knew the willpower it took on her part to not let him
stay in her bed every night.
Since their lovemaking had started, she'd always
limited it to twice a week. She wanted him to be out
dating and doing all the rest of the things that boys
his age did; she wanted him to be as normal as he
could be.
"We talked about that, Brad," she said, "There are
nights I lie here and wish you were here too."
"This is going to make three times this week, Mom,"
Brad pointed out, his hand coming awfully close to her
womanhood. "I don't see the house getting ready to fall
down around our ears. I bet we could do it say.......
every other night.....without warping me any more than
I already am."
Sharon could feel herself weakening on the point.
He was no longer 17, after all. He'd handled their
new relationship well up to this point and he did date
and nail a lot of girls in his bedroom with her bles-
sing.
"You're not warped, dear," Sharon said simply as
she stretched out on her side facing him, her right
leg moving up on the bed to slide between his knees.
"You're just horny like all boys your age. Maybe we
should expand our activities a little more."
She cupped his beaming face with her hands as his
left hand moved up over her hip and pulled her tight
against him. It felt so good to be held by a man, any
man, since her husband had died.
That Brad would ever do it would never have entered
her mind had he not tried to seduce her one night when
he was almost 18. It had been a shock when he'd tried
to kiss her, really kiss her, that night as they sat on
the couch watching TV. She'd reacted like any mother
would have at first. Brad had gone to his room that
night thinking he was a real heel.
But Sharon had thought about it and thought about
it after he had left. She didn't want to have to find
another man and remarry. Little Falls had little to
offer anyway in the men department. But she did have
needs, needs that hadn't been met for over a year
after the funeral. It would be wrong to do what Brad
wanted but it would fill a void in her life as well.
So after midnight that night, she had gone to his
room and made his wish come true. And she hadn't re-
gretted it ever.
"Every other night, right?" Brad wanted to confirm
their new deal.
Sharon let her lips answer him. She planted a few
butterfly soft kisses on his chin, each time moving a
little closer to his mouth, her finger running through
his long hair. She thought she would really prolong
this kissing tease, doing his nose and cheeks before
offering her lips to his but her son, always the cave-
man, moved his mouth on hers and she relented when his
tongue slid inside her mouth. Giving herself over to
the deep soul kissing they both enjoyed, she felt him
pushing her on her back and his young body partially
covered hers.
His mouth finally left hers and he began kissing
down her neck as she held his head. She could feel his
hot thick erection digging into her thigh and she got
wetter between her legs, knowing he'd be fucking her
soon.
"Oh, Brad, you always get me going," Sharon sighed.
She had had the most exciting sex of her life with her
son. Everything he did to her was magnified through the
prism of incest. And she'd taught him well over their
year and a half together, showed him everything she
liked and some things that she didn't like but she
would do because he enjoyed them.
His lips moved out of the hollow of her neck and
onto her sternum, his left hand sliding up her right
side to push the titflesh of her right breast up toward
her neck. She felt his tongue swiping back and forth
across her breastbone, going lower. Even knowing it was
coming, she still moaned out loud when his mouth swept
to the side and he began sucking on the nipple of the
breast he was holding.
"Uuummmmm, oh, that's nice......aaaahhhhhhh," she
encouraged her son as she closed her eyes. Her brown-
ish-pink nipples were large for the size of her
breasts. Slightly larger than knitting thimbles, they
rose from half-dollar sized areolae. She loved having
them sucked and had gotten off more than once in the
past when Brad sucked on them.
Brad gave her other nipple the same treatment,
sucking and licking and lightly chewing on the sen-
sitive nub for several minutes before his mouth began
moving further down her torso.
Sharon let her face fall sideways in the pillow
and her legs fall open as his mouth worked down into
her crotch. His body shifted further down the bed and
she felt his hands holding the inside of her thighs
open as his tongue began to lap at her excited geni-
talia.
"Uuuummmmm....aahhhhhhh," she panted into her
pillow as her son pressed his hot mouth fully on her
furry slit. His tongue came out low, almost on her
pee-hole and then slowly glided up over the pink
entrance to her pussy, went over it, right up to the
folds covering her clitoris. "Oh, Brraaadddddd."
His mouth lifted and she heard him say, "Tell me
what you want me to do, Mom."
'He's such a filthy boy,' Sharon thought. For the
first year, he'd been happy just to have sex with her
and both hadn't been very vocal in bed. But for the
last six months, he'd been making her say all kinds
of nasty things and she had too admit that it excited
her.
"Suck my pussy, Brad," she said huskily into the
pillow.
"And?" he prompted her for more.
"Lick me....all over, baby.....stick your tongue
up my pussy."
His mouth dove back on her sex crack and Sharon
thought she would explode right then and there.
But the crest never came.
She held it off as her son's mouth retreated again
as he pulled the folds of flesh off her clit and licked
it lovingly. His tongue sent electric jolts through her
whole crotch and she wantonly pumped her loins up at
her son's face.
"You lovely boy," Sharon groaned as he sucked on
her clit, drawing a good portion of her surrounding
labia in his mouth at the same time. Her manicured
fingers began pulling on her nipples as her son con-
tinued to go down on her, heightening the carnal lust
that she tried to keep a lid on most of the week.
Her son then turned his attention to her pussy
entrance, swirling his tongue on its opening and
pushing it inside her oily hole as well.
"That feels good!" Sharon exclaimed, raising
herself up on her elbows to see her son's face buried
in her quivering crotch. His nose was pressed deep in
her brown muff, grazing over her clit hood. Brad's
eyes looked up at her and she could almost feel his
lips start smiling around her slit.
After a few seconds, he took his mouth away
slightly and began to slide the index and middle
fingers of his left hand into her oily pussy hole.
She took them easily enough in her excited state. He
slowly corkscrewed his fingers tenderly in her most
intimate of places.
She had him always loosen her up with his fingers
before they coupled. Her son's erection wasn't very
long, only average at about six inches, but it was
very thick. Almost as thick as a soda can.
She didn't know where he got that trait from; it
sure hadn't been his father, God rest his soul.
He fed another finger into her splayed womanhood
and began to spread his hidden fingers outward as he
twisted them between her lightly haired labia. His
thumb, not by accident, kept rubbing across her
clitoral region as his hand turned back and forth.
Continued in part 2...
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It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it.
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Kristen's collection - Directory 5