Marie
My eyes opened drowsily, body curiously warm, overheated almost. What was going on? Maybe I’d left the thermostat too high, it was sweltering in my room.
But when I tried to lift an arm to push the sheets off, everything came crashing down. Because my limb was trapped by a huge, male arm wrapped around me, pinning me against a muscular form.
Gasping, my eyes flew open. Oh my god, what had happened? And as realization filtered into my brain, I stiffened slightly. Oh god, oh god, I’d had sex with Trent again, he’d caught me with the inseminator and instead of being disgusted, instead of slamming the door with a frigid look, the alpha male had roared like a lion. My son’s friend had strode into the room, taking the dildo in hand, and fucked me with it himself, rotating between his live dick and the toy, pushing into my folds, making me squirm, squeal and pant until I gave it up, screaming my pleasure to the heavens.
And it’d been so good, so hot, that I’d literally blacked out afterwards, passing into a dazed euphoria and then slipping soundlessly into sleep. Except now, the big male was with me in bed, that muscular body keeping me warm and toasty on a cold night. I moved experimentally and that woke him, the sleepy bear coming to life.
“You good, baby girl?” his deep voice sounded in my ear, fingers rolling a nipple gently, lightly squeezing my breastflesh. “You good?”
I sighed languorously, loving his touch, his hand on a big boob. I sighed again, grinding my pussy unconsciously against his thigh, stretching as best I could with his warm form wrapped around me. Because yeah, I was just about pinned to the bed, Trent’s massive form on me, around me, almost in me, his penis head right up against my soft slit.
But he wasn’t in me at the moment. Sure, my skin caked with the remnants of his seed, my cream, our loving still tainting the air around us, the sex smells pungent and arousing. But we’d finished for the moment, he’d pulled out to let my pussy get a break, enjoying the silence, our intimate time together.
So I mewled again, nestling up against his masculine frame.
“I’m good,” I confirmed, nodding shyly, even though it was ludicrous given the circumstances. “I’m good.”
And Trent chuckled deep in his chest, stroking my hip now.
“That’s good, Miz Sands,” he growled. “Now you want to tell me about the toy?”
My eyes flew open then because right, I was Ms. Sands, his best friend’s mom, no longer some strange fuck. And shit, the inseminator, where was it? I twisted awkwardly and caught a glimpse, the flesh-colored dildo lying on the bed next to us. It lay there, obscene, almost pulsing still, the image of a man’s dick, huge and full, ready to penetrate.
But what could I do? There was a question hanging in the air and I had to answer.
“I know how this seems,” I began, almost too embarrassed to meet Trent’s eyes. “I know what this looks like.”
His eyebrows shot up.
“What does it look like?” he growled, amused.
I looked down again, cheeks flaring with embarrassment.
“Well, that I’m so desperate that I’d use a dildo,” I murmured, barely able to say the words. “I guess I must seem really lonely,” I finished in a whisper.
But Trent pulled me close, his big chest vibrating with shudders. And suddenly I jerked my chin up to look at him. Because those were shakes of laughter, the alpha male was laughing at me.
“No, not laughing at you,” he admonished gently, chucking me under the chin. “Laughing with you because you’re so ridiculous.”
Confusion flickered in my eyes before I pouted a bit.
“How? Why am I ridiculous?” I demanded, straightening my shoulders indignantly. “Why is that ridiculous?”
But he pulled me close again, lightly stroking my back, the curve of my spine.
“Because honey,” he ground out. “It was so fucking beautiful seeing you fuck yourself like that, a woman in need, satisfying herself, spreading her puss for a deep drill, finger in her ass. I liked seeing you take what you wanted, even if it was from a fake dick.”
I blushed again.
“But that’s the thing. I used a toy because I didn’t have, um, a man,” I finished lamely. But Trent just shrugged carelessly.
“Honey, you just got stuffed by a real man, tonight and last night. I’d say you’re the furthest thing from desperate.” And this time, I really blushed, so hot that the pink ran across my bosom, spreading down my tummy and all the way to my soft cunt. My mouth opened to say something inane, but Trent interrupted.
“But what’s with that dildo?” he asked curiously. “It’s not a regular one, what’s with the hollow interior?”
I couldn’t move for a moment, stiffening in his arms awkwardly. Because the truth had to come out now. So with a deep breath, I met his eyes and began slowly. “Trent,” I murmured, “you’re absolutely right, it’s not your average dildo. It’s an inseminator. You fill it with semen and then push it into yourself, to, you know, get pregnant.”
The big man was so still that I shrunk a bit, afraid he was going to kick me out of bed, give me the boot even though this was technically my house.
“You’re trying to get pregnant?” he rumbled again, voice neutral.
And I nodded, taking another deep breath.
“I’m thirty-nine,” I said softly, “Almost forty, and time’s running out to do it naturally. I don’t have a man,” I said in a rush, “so it seemed like sperm donation was the best option.”
Trent immediately looked down then, catching my eye.
“But there was no sperm in that dildo,” he ground out. “It was just a piece of plastic.”
And I nodded hesitantly.
“I haven’t found a donor yet,” I said slowly, confirming his observation. “So no, there was no sperm. But when the time comes, there will be and I’m going to inseminate myself, push the dildo into my pussy and depress the plunger, spilling real seed. So that’s what you saw,” I said again, slowly. “There was no sperm just now, but there will be in the future.”
Trent didn’t say anything at first, just holding me close, his face thoughtful. But I couldn’t do nothing, I needed something from him, an answer, a reaction, something. So I pressed ahead.
“Is it okay?” I asked. “I mean, I know this is a lot to take, it’s kind of unexpected. I totally understand if you’re disgusted,” I said quickly, trying to look unfazed. “I completely don’t mind,” I fibbed. I had to lie, the truth was so much more difficult, so complicated that I couldn’t wrap my head around it just yet.
But Trent’s face was still, his expression giving nothing away.
“Honestly Marie, I don’t know what to think,” he said slowly, blue eyes finally meeting mine, serious and mature. “I haven’t exactly encountered this situation before, so I’m kinda at a loss.”
I nodded again furiously, cheeks flushing.
“Of course, I know this is, um, a little nontraditional,” I said. “It’s not every day you meet a woman who’s bent on inseminating herself.”
He glanced at me, mouth quirking on one side.
“Especially not when that woman happens to be your best friend’s mom,” he added dryly, low voice a rumble.
And I blushed again, beet red this time. It was so ironic, we were nude in one another’s arms, my breasts pressed against his chest, his fingers still lightly stroking my back, even trailing over my behind, and yet we were having a very serious conversation with plenty of revelations and discoveries, reiterating the wackoness of the situation.
“That’s right, I’m Robbie’s mom,” I said quietly, reaffirming the point. “I completely get it if this is too weird, it’s weird for me too,” I said, moving to disentangle myself, to pull away from the big man, as much as I didn’t want to. The more distance the better, this wasn’t going to work out, no way, no how, there was no place for this relationship, if you could even call it that.
But Trent wasn’t giving up so soon, his massive arms tightening around me like steel bands, holding my soft form to him, curvy and voluptuous.
“Naw,” he ground out, almost pinning me in place. “It’s different, it’s new, but I didn’t say it was bad,” he rumbled. “In fact, that was the opposite of bad, tonight has been fucking amazing, wouldn’t you say?”
I blushed again. Holy shit, why was I always blushing in his presence? He made all my senses go awry, every nerve attuned to his words, his moods.
“It was amazing,” I confirmed softly, “You felt so good in me, both last night and tonight, always,” I murmured, biting my lip.
And he grunted his approval again, catching my mouth in another deep kiss.
“Then why don’t we go with it, Miz Sands?” he asked. “You feel good, I feel good, this set-up is a little strange, but I’ve only got a week in town. And we might as well enjoy ourselves. Life is short, and hey, maybe I can even help you with the insemination,” he added wickedly, giving my ass a light slap.
I jolted then, eyes flying wide.
“You’re okay with it then?” I whispered hesitantly, still unable to believe my ears. “You’re okay with the fact that I’m trying to get pregnant? Because um, you know, we haven’t exactly been using protection.”
And the big man was still for a moment, his hand pausing in its exploration of my body. But his palm started caressing again, lightly skimming my buttocks, running over the exaggerated S of my hips.
“That’s right,” he growled, “but it was just twice, I’m sure we’re fine. Going forward, I won’t come in you, I’ll make sure you finish with the inseminator deep in your puss, that you milk that baby dry. Because that’s what you want, right? That’s how you’ll get pregnant.”
Fuck. It wasn’t what I wanted at all, I wanted his dick in me, spraying me with that virile cum, soaking me with his lust. But I couldn’t admit it, couldn’t say straight out that that I wanted his seed, his virile semen. So I just bit my lip and nodded again.
“Yes, finish me with it,” I murmured, cheeks going red again. “Put it in me and we’ll end that way going forwards.”
Trent’s arms tightened around me, pulling me close.
“Good,” he ground out in my ear. “Because for the rest of this week, I’m gonna be in your bed every night, tearing up that sweet body, making sure you come so hard and fast that you ache all over, begging for dick every second. And you know what?” he grunted, blue eyes flaring again. “Let’s get the sperm. Let’s get some of the good stuff and I’ll use it in the inseminator, get you pregnant with it. You’ll have a baby by week’s end, I promise,” he ground out into my ear, nibbling at the sensitive lobe.
I mewled beneath him, already beginning to lose myself, to give myself up to the big man. Because this wasn’t quite what I wanted, I wanted a week with Trent, a week where he spilled his sperm in me every night, every chance he could get, that hot virility seeding me, my body growing round with the evidence of his cum. But I couldn’t say it, it was too soon, too weird, and crazy as all get out. Because there was nothing between us but a week, a week of hot sessions. Trent wasn’t promising me the world, he was promising to help me on my quest, and that was all I could expect.
So I gave in, wrapping my arms around that broad back, bringing him to me for another deep kiss, pushing my reservations, my deepest wants out of my mind, burying them in my subconscious. Because I craved something real with this man, but there was no way to ask. We weren’t a matched pair, we were two strangers who’d found one another through pure coincidence, and one week was all I had. One week was all Trent was offering, and although it made me ache with pain, a deep sadness growing within, it was the only option available, and I couldn’t say no. I didn’t want to say no because I whatever he was offering, I was gonna take, even if it hurt.