My name is Kimberly. I tell our family’s story not out of a sense of depravity but instead as an opportunity to share our family’s unique solution in accepting the realities of a challenging situation which required living with unconventional sexual relationships. Some other families may find themselves in the same predicament someday.
To be candid and upfront, I have to say that my fiancé, Randy, agreed to become a surrogate to his father’s new wife, Margarita, in order for her to accept his father’s offer of marriage.
The reader needs to understand that his father was overseas in his job most of the time and the woman he desired did not want an absentee husband. He had to find a way to meet her needs. It was an unconventional solution to offer his son but it got him his wife, Margarita, and as they say, “one cannot argue with success.”
A complication arose later when Randy decided he wanted to marry me but he didn’t want to stop the conjugal relationship with his stepmother, Margarita. I need to add that Randy’s father tragically died overseas before the end of the year of his marriage.
By that time though Randy and Margarita had developed a strong emotional as well as physical attachment. So I had to pause to decide whether I could accept their continuing sexual relationship.
I can happily report that I did accept the unusual relationship and that it has worked out with complete satisfaction to every one of us in the family including me, Kimberly, the young wife to Randy.
Other prospective brides might think it strange that a fiancée, like myself, would agree to share her husband with his stepmother but the adjustment turned out not to be so difficult. In fact, I encourage other women in the same predicament not to dismiss the arrangement without some thought about the pleasant benefits.
So here is the story told from my husband’s, Randy’s, perspective. He was then my fiancé, at the time. I have been able to put the story together interviewed Randy, his stepmother, Margarita, and from what I know myself.
(If you are interested in the story of how I had to later make a decision on accepting this relationship you can find it elsewhere here on Lush Stories, “My Fiancé was a Sex Surrogate.”) Randy’s story as told by him:
Well to satisfy my wife and our friends who have asked about our three-way relationship between my wife, stepmother and me I agreed to write this story down so we don’t have repeat it so often. I am surprised how many people want to know our story.
I will explain how this all happened. My father worked in the oil industry and had to travel to the Mideast frequently. In fact, he spent much more of his time there than at our home. A few years ago, when I was 18, my mother died from a stroke. My father and I were devastated. However, Dad soon fell madly in love with Margarita, who was a 30 year-old Hispanic-American woman.
Unfortunately, she was very hesitant to marry him because as a woman with normal needs she wanted regular sex and, as she says, her clock was ticking for having a baby. She did not want a partner who would rarely be at home. My father did not want to lose this attractive and vibrant woman.
The easiest way to describe her then (and she has not changed much) is to think of Penelope Cruz or a Selma Hayek. I can never remember who is who but I like them both.
Give her a little bigger butt and you got her picture. In other words, she was a “knock out.” By the way I was and still am 5’9” at 150 lbs. with nice abs. I also I have brown/blonde hair with a little natural ducktail in back. I guess I look pretty good for a guy my age but don’t feel comfortable with stuff like that except I am proud of my abs.
So to start at the beginning with words to the best of my recollection, Margarita, who my Dad and I called “Margie,” says to my dad, “Don, I love you too and could see myself very happily married to you the rest of my life. I even enjoy your son, Randy. He is so bright, a real hunk, and full of life. However, I can’t marry you since you are so seldom home. We’ve gone over this at least three times now and I can’t deal with it anymore.
"This will have to be our last meeting. I just want you to know that I wish to be with you as much as you desire to be with me. I love your personality, generosity, sense of humor, and of course your ability to please me sexuality. And, I must admit your high-life style would make any girl envious. But our relationship can go no further. This is it, sorry.”
My father responded, “But Margie, darling, I love you. You are the best thing that could have happened to me after my wife died. I thought my life was over and questioned whether life was worth living. I only stopped that thinking when I thought of my son, Randy. If you don’t marry me I may as well as be dead! But I understand. Okay, I have had time to think this through and I have a solution I want you to consider.”
“What? You think there is something that can be done? What do you have in mind, Don?”
“Honey, I know you like my son Randy and he certainly adores you. Do you think he could accompany you when I am gone on my work?”
“Accompany me? Where would he accompany me? What do you mean? I don’t get it.”
“Honey, what I mean is take my place as your husband when I am gone. I guess today they would call him to be a ‘surrogate’ husband. You know he likes to cook and ever since he went to camp he likes to help with the cleaning.”
“Randy, darling, what the hell are you talking about? I don’t need a boy scout. I need a cock on a regular basis! I am not going to spend my time using a vibrator to keep me happy. There are not enough batteries!”
“Listen, Baby-cakes, that is what I mean but I just don’t want to say it. He can service you while I’m gone.”
“What! An 18 year-old kid is supposed to satisfy me?”
“Honey, I can teach him – or better yet, you can teach him the way you want. You told me too many men don’t know how to please women.”
“Well, that is true. But what about a baby? I’m 30 years old, for Christ’s sake! I want a baby, like yesterday!”
“Margie dearest, there is nothing like a teen age boy to put out gobs of healthy sperm. They can fuck every day, two or three times a day. Plus, look at this way, the baby would have my DNA so you would have a part of me, and besides, no one would know. When you get pregnant people would think it was when I was home you were knocked up. Anyway, I will be home on and off and you will have two batches of sperm, mine and Randy’s. Honey, I have thought this through. Please consider it.”
“But what will people think when they see us together? I’m almost twice his age!”
“Honey, they’ll assume he is your son. Besides, those who don’t will be jealous.”
“What about Randy?” Isn’t he too innocent to think of something like this?”
“Come on, Margie. You have seen him trying to look down your front every time you stoop over. Yesterday I saw you lean over I front of him when you put that magazine back in the rack. Of course, I see you showing off - why shouldn’t you? I wouldn’t want a woman who did not have something to show off. I remember what it was like when I was his age with that testosterone running rampant and my cock getting hard every time I was walking down the street and passed a woman who was in a halter top, wearing shorts, or was eight months pregnant.”
“I didn’t think you noticed dear.”
“My darling little Margarita, I don’t care if my boy fucks you ten times a day as long as he keeps his hands off you when I am home. How about at least trying it to see if it might work out? By the way, I have to fly to Cairo Friday night.”
“Don, no not again! You don’t have to leave so soon?”
“Have to, my little sex pot.”
“When are you returning?”
“I am sorry, baby, not for six weeks. You know I hate to leave you.”
“What the fuck! Okay then, that does it. I will give the kid a chance. On the other hand, maybe this could work. I could teach the Pope to fuck six ways to Sunday with that much time.”
Don smiled, walked over and kissed Margarita while he lovingly put his hands on her blouse and massaged her breasts through the blouse and then slid his hands down to the front of her slacks. Saturday morning and Dad has left for the Middle East
Margarita opens the bedroom door, peers in and smiles, “Randy, could you get out of bed? I have something important to discuss with you.”
I open an eye and note her smile.
“Okay. Just a second.” I then move to get out of bed and look down and see my usual morning hard-on hanging out of my briefs. “No wonder she is smiling,” I conclude. I reach for a bathrobe.
The woman continues her stare, “Let’s go into the master bedroom, Honey.”
“Just a second, Margie, I’ll be there.”
My stepmother goes to the master bedroom while I enter the bathroom in the hallway. I pull my briefs down and have to bend over and push my erect penis to aim down so I can pee into the bowl. I finish then tuck my cock back in the best I can. I flush, then wash my hands, and step to the sink for a few swipes of a comb through my hair.
When I return, the master bedroom drapes are open which creates a room bathed in bright sunlight. I register Margie seeing the peak in my briefs but my member is now contained.
“Randy, you can leave the door open? No one is home. Sit here on the bed with me. … So Honey, your father has gone and we are going to be alone together again, this time for six weeks. Did your father give you any instructions last night?”
“Yes, he said I should start calling you ‘Mom’ and do whatever you tell me.”
“What else did he tell you, dear?”
“He said he wants to marry you Margarita, I mean, ‘Mom’ and that you will teach me the duties of a husband since he won’t be here. If I can be a husband to you while he is gone then he will be able to marry you. I am glad he wants to marry you because you are nice so I hope I can do okay for you.”
“Randy, what a kind thing to say! I know it is hard for you to think of me replacing your mother and I don’t want you to think of me in that way. It is not my intention to remove the memories of your dear mother.”
“I understand, Margie. But I do miss her.”
“Of course you do. There is always a special bonding between mothers and sons. Randy, under normal circumstances your role would change into a stepson when, and I should add ‘if,’ I marry your father. However, because of his necessary travels your role would have to be more like a husband’s. Did your father tell you about all of those duties that a husband needs to perform?”
I clear my throat. “Yes, he said that the things that husbands and wives do in bed are the most important. And that you would show me what to do. Plus, you want to have a baby.”
“You do know how babies are made, of course?”
“Sure, we had that in health science in school. They even showed us how to put rubbers on bananas.” I thought, “What the heck did I just say? What kind of conversation is this?”
“Randy, that is wonderful. I went to a Catholic school and they did not cover that. So we had a lot of pregnancies and abortions. So how do you feel about becoming a surrogate for your dad? ‘Surrogate’ means someone who replaces someone and takes over their functions. Are you comfortable with it, Honey? Wait. Don’t answer that question just now. It is too big for someone your age to decide if he wants to spend his adult years servicing his stepmother. You need some time. I suggest is that we just see how it goes while your father is gone the next six weeks. We have plenty of time. Would that be okay, Baby?”
“Well, Mom, or ‘Honey,’ isn’t that what husbands call their wives? You are an older woman, and I am not saying ‘old’ but you are about twice my age. That scares me - if I can be honest with you?”
“Randy, you can call me ‘Margie,’ ‘Mom,’ ‘Honey’ or whatever you fancy. I think you will find my age and my ‘experience’ will only be an asset. Very few women can have both a stepson and husband in one lover so, Baby, you should make the most of it. It does sound so sexual and I am a sexual being to my core. Of course, you can’t use the words like: ‘wife’ or ‘honey’ or ‘baby’ when your father is around.”
“Sure, Margie – ah, Honey.”
“Randy, this will be new to me too. Yes, I am a mature woman and certainly well experienced in sex. But I have never been married before nor have I been a mother. I was having too much fun with so many men and a few women – young and old, I might add, that I did not want to be tied down. I do know though that Mother Nature will take her natural course with our physical relationship. Your dad said, and I have seen it too, that boys and young men have a very strong sex drive. I have a sense that you can learn quickly so I don’t think that should be a problem. You should find that I can be sensitive in educating a young man how to please a woman.”
I ponder her words and think “Wow!” and reply, “I think I can trust you.”
“Okay. Now let’s get started. I will be right back and begin to demonstrate what husbands do in the bedroom.” I feel a tightening in my groin as I watch her hips swinging as she goes to the bathroom of the master bedroom and then closes the door.
I hear the shower running. The door soon opens and Margie peeks out holding a towel over her crotch while her other hand moves to cover part of a large bare globe. “Randy, honey, why don’t you get a shower too? See you in a few minutes.”
I am mesmerized by the large exposed tit but I then she turns away. I think, “Jesus! My dad had told me this would happen last night but when I woke up this morning I thought it must have been a dream. Maybe it is but I am going with it!”
I go to the other bathroom off the hallway and then return after my quickest shower ever with my dad’s fluffy white cotton bathrobe covering my naked body. I can see some water that I missed drying off. I sit down on the crisp white sheets on the bed in the master bedroom and pull the robe over my lap so I won’t be embarrassed.
About when I turned 16, when my mother was alive, I started to have more confidence in the size of my penis and testicles. So at night before showering I scurried nude into the bathroom just fast enough to let mother see me but not so slow she would admonish me. It was kind of fun game we played since it was the only the two of us at home most of the time.
Eventually, I just slowly walked into the bathroom usually with an erection or a semi-erect one and she also eventually just went in with panties or some lingerie. If she had a couple of drinks she would be nude and take a lingering walk in. However, when Dad was home it was only for seconds or so that mom and I engaged in our mutual exhibitions.
I hear the running water in the shower stop. I look to my lap to ensure the white robe covers my boner.
The door opens and there is my stepmom-to-be in a skimpy sheer blue baby-doll teddy. What a sight to behold! A tan-skinned Hispanic woman with perfectly formed grapefruit-sized breasts and dark aureoles showing through her teddy. The teddy reaches just above her narrow blue shiny panties. She must have darkened her eyelashes and applied some maroon colored lip stick.
“Now young man let’s get rid of this, shall we?” She steps forward, and turns me and then slips the robe off my shoulders. She rotates me back and her dark eyes look down.
“Oh, Randy! Baby, baby, my – my! Your cock is so thick and long. You take after your dad. The girls will be after you but I will have first shot. But we need to remove the hair. I think it looks better without a lot, plus I don’t like to get hair in my teeth. (She reaches between my legs.) I just love having a naked man walking around my house with a shiny oiled shaved cock hanging between his legs,” she says with a smile.
After a tight squeeze she releases me and steps back. “Ohhhh.” I exhale. I am not sure how much more of this I can take. I feel so exposed and listening to this, I am excited but also feel strange with someone other than my mother seeing me this way. I can only think to say, “But Mom, I play soccer and the guys will see me in the shower!”
“Oh, of course, I did not think of that. Then how about that I just give it a little trim, and remove that fuzz inside your thighs? Is that okay, Randy? Let’s go into the bathroom.” Her thick maroon lips form a sneaky smile.
I nod in acceptance, stand up and as I walk to the bathroom I am feeling embarrassed with my juvenile responses to her words and with my hard-on flopping back and forth. I can’t help my penis in that each time I see the points of her tits through her teddy my rod seems to stretch. I am almost in a trance and I do feel light-headed either from the excitement or the fact the blood has concentrated in my penis.
I see she has a pair of scissors, a razor and a can of shaving cream on the sink.
She puts the lid on the stool down and steps back motioning me to sit on it so I comply.
“Thank you, dear. Now slide forward, spread your legs. Good, that is just right, young man.”
She turns on the warm water in the sink. She cups some water and splashes it on my genitals. As she leans over, I see her breasts through the teddy which gives them a light blue hue. They hang in front of my face. I would like to suck a nipple - teddy and all. My reverie ends when I feel her inserting her leg between mine to separate them. Then I watch her place her thumb on the top button on the can. She then reaches down between my legs and out comes some gel which she slaps onto my cock and testicles. The gel foams and its coolness is a contrast to the heat from my blood-filled cock. She has a smile on her face as her hand pulls the razor down each side of my cock.
“This is a new blade, Randy, so I will be extra careful. Your dad reminded me to be careful using sharp new blades.”
I am praying she will be careful with the new blade because the arteries in my penis are so engorged with blood I think if she nicks one I would bleed like a hemophiliac.
Her fingers hold the skin around the glans my cock and in her other hand she applies the razor. She does a slow 360 degrees around my penis and with an up and down motion. After about a dozen strokes my rod glistens. Then she puts the razor down and retrieves the scissors. I close my eyes with the present sensation and feel her press my member to my stomach with her forearm, and she holds my balls one at a time while as she snips away.
I open my eyes to see curly brown hairs on the floor. Since I am sitting on the stool, I don’t have to look at her face but just stare at her shaved tan pussy though the sheer blue panties. My face is only inches away. I think I can even smell her scent.
“Does this feel okay, Randy?”
“It feels great, Mom, but I feel some pressure... (I could not say between my legs).”
“Randy, this won’t take long. That sounds nice, ‘Mom.’ I think I can get used to being a mother and a wife to you. If this works out, Baby, this handsome prick of yours and my pussy will get to know each other well. You are such a cute little stud!”
“Randy, don’t tell your father this but I waited so long to marry because I was having so much fun with sex I could never see myself with only one penis at home even in an open marriage. However, when your handsome dad came along he just threw me for a loop. But still I was not planning to marry him. However, when I met you for the first time I began to see some possibilities. At least, I now realize it. I think at the time it was in my unconscious. Somehow it must have been there that there may be two cocks in the house.”
This is shocking to me that she or her unconscious had me in her lustful thoughts from the beginning.
She turns slightly toward me and juts out her pussy. “Hmm, there, Baby. That should do it. Let’s put these shaving tools to the side.”
As I continue to sit on the stool with my boner pointing to the ceiling and my now full testicles gingerly hanging over the lid I see her small smile as she washes her hands in the sink. I love the side view of her tit with part of it flattened against her chest. The sheerness of the teddy just outlines the globe.
She continues, “Now, this morning I want to show you the primary duty a husband has for his wife. “
“Mmm.” I now feel so loaded with cum.
“Now all we have to do is exchange places. But before we do that I should clarify that what we are doing is not really incest. We are not a natural mother and son. You would be only a stepson. Besides, our biological DNAs are different. Even if I should have a baby, and your dad is fine with that by the way, there is practically little possibility of a birth defect because we are not genetically related. Do you understand that?”
I say, “Yes," but my thought is, “Jeez, she is talking about babies already!”
“Now, my young man, come with me.” She grabs my now petrified cock at the base, turns away and I move quickly as she pulls me to the bed.
“Please lie down. Let me get rid of this.” She slowly removes her teddy top and out pop the most gorgeous tan tits, each centered with a dark brown aureole with some small dark tan spots scattered on it. She tosses the light top to the side on the bed. She puts her thumbs under her sheer panties and steps out of it - off to the side it goes.
A glistening shaved and very protruding tan mound is displayed. Although she has never been married she must have had lots of experience [I realize now] in that her large labia were spread and exposed an almost two-inch long clitoral hood
I realize, but don’t say, “No wonder my father wants to marry her, to possess that prize.” Although I had seen a couple of females naked besides my mother I recognized this mature woman was special. Then I remembered.
“Can I get a handkerchief, Mother”“
“What? Whatever, baby. Just hurry back here!”
I went to the dresser and retrieved a starched white handkerchief.
“Okay, son, now all you have to do is bend down a little and put your dick here between what are called ‘labia’ and push in.”
“Wait a minute, Mom.”
“Don’t you want your massage first, Mom”
“Yes, when I got to be 16 my mother let me massage her. This was what I was used to do for her when were together like this when she was living.”
“You gave your mother a massage first?”
“What the heck! Of course, baby, you can massage me first.”
“Okay, Mom, please lie down on stomach.”
As Margie moves to lie down her large mammaries with their stiff long pinkish brown nipples jut out. A few blue veins are visible on the lower half of both globes. When she is prone I admire her tan calves, bulging buttocks, and back with its deep vertical crevice. I study the skin pores of her smooth back and then on her buttocks. I note the hairless labia flaps around her slit between her tight cheeks. I have to hold back even though I want to jump her. I have to keep my voice level.
“Baby oil, okay, Mom?”
“Yes, Randy, feel free to be generous with it.”
As used to do with my natural mother, I warm the oil between my palms. I then start on her toes on her left foot. I massage the little toe and then give it a quick jerk. My fingers work their way through each toe with the same manipulation. My thumbs then press into the sole and I move them up and down her high arch. A soft moan comes from the woman. The most important thing my mother taught me in giving a massage was to take my time.
“Randy, this feels so nice.”
“Margie, we won’t tell Dad about this will we? Mom used to say it was just between us.”
“Honey, I will not be your mother as much as I will be your wife. This is what husbands and wives do for each other. Your dad understands this. You will be my surrogate husband if this works out with you. I will not be discussing it with him, though. He is crushed that he has to let you take his place. He is just like other men and hates to miss a good fuck –oh I am sorry I am getting ahead of myself. So your dad accepts this part of your new duties in the house and he does not even want to think about it let alone we would mention it. Now let me enjoy this nice massage, Mmmm.”
Randy then is quiet for a while as he continues to knead Margie’s thighs.
“Okay, Margie. That was the way it was with my mother too. Dad, Mom and I never discussed what Mom and did when he was gone. Mom said she needed help from me with stress which was aggravated by his absence. She would say she needed ‘help getting the kinks out’ at the end of the day. Massages really seemed to help her.”
“All women have kinks at times. Speaking of kinks can you slide your hands down the outsides of my butt and see if you can reach under my front. My labia seem tight. …Ohhh, baby that is it!” (By chance I hit the right spot because I had no idea what labia were then.)
“More pressure on your back too, Margie?"
“It’s perfect, Hubby. You have such nice hands, dear. Oh, I love the way you knead my shoulders.”
My thumbs go from her shoulders to the base of her neck and then up and through her clean brown hair down to the bottom of her forehead. Using light pressure my thumbs draw circles on her forehead.
“Ahhh,” she sighs.
“Margie, you can turn over now, please.”
“Darling, I am so comfortable I am not sure I can.”
She gradually rolls over as one heavily tit roll follows the other. She positions herself in the supine position. Her beautiful lightly tanned tits droop off to each side. The mature shaved pussy is a site to behold. I lean down to get another view from the side and appreciate the glistening pronounced mound.
She lifts her head a little to see for the first time my manhood,a thick, 7 1/2” long, circumcised cock.
She says, “Oh my, now I think it is as bigger than your dad’s. I can’t wait to put that in a good home.”
I am dripping precum as I move to the foot of the bed. I place my hands at her feet once again and work on each toe, just as I used to with my mother. I massage the tops and then move to her ankles. Then I add more baby oil with a liberal sprinkling, now onto her calves. I place the bottom of my palms together and press them into her left shin, then slide my hands up over her knee cap and my thumbs press in and circle it. My hands continue up her inner thigh and stop when they meet her crotch.
I lean back to pause and admire nature’s finest work. Then I repeat the routine with her right side stopping at the other side of the “V.” My rock hard cock takes a jump when I observe that the woman’s juice is filling in her slit.
With moderate pressure, my oily hands very softly glide over her pussy a few times. My hands continue over her stomach and then up and under and around her left globe. I stare at her long taught nipple. My hands drop down and again start to glide over her bulging mound. I repeat the procedure working my way up to the other globe. I alternate massaging each mammary for a minute or two. Both tan nipples are so taught now. My finger slowly draws a line around the edge of each aureole. I then softly pinch each nipple. I then resume with my hands back onto her mound but with more pressure this time. I gradually increase the grip of my hands on her tits and the pinching of her nipples since she seems to enjoy it.
Finally, I pause and with a soft voice I say, “Okay, Mom, where is the handkerchief.”
“Baby you don’t have to stop - you were trained well! What’s the handkerchief for, Honey”
“At the end of Mom’s massage she oiled my penis - ‘grease the monkey’ she called it, and helped me relax too. She would catch what she called my ‘crème’ in the handkerchief. She said boundaries were important in families. “
“Baby, that is when you were the son but now you are the husband so we won’t need to do that anymore – at least the handkerchief part. If I am going to be a real mommy I need your semen. So would it be okay if I show you how a woman can please a man with her mouth?”
“Sure, Margie.” I am into the moment now.
She looks at my partially erect penis now protruding way out since the hair is gone after the shave. As she squeezes out the baby oil she says, “I like to oil it then rub it a little first.”
With the front part of her fingers she takes into her hand and starts a pumping action. I see the mature nude tan woman’s body gleaming from the oil I had applied for her massage. She puts squeezes out a liberal amount of baby oil onto her hands and then grasps the base of my shaft and once again resumes the manipulative action. She adds a slight twisting to the up and down all the while smiling and looking into my eyes. I now think that women seem to get extra pleasure from seeing themselves exciting males.
She pauses, and removes her right hand and with her pointer finger traces the six-pack of my taught stomach muscles.
I think, “Those exercises with the weights have paid off for me.”
Being aware of my own tight stomach muscles somehow transfers to a feeling of tightness of the muscles supporting my penis and it then it starts throbbing again. “Mmmm.”
Her eyes follow her right hand back to my member. It looks and feels like it has grown two inches.
I can see some juice still oozing from her cunt. I hope this indicates I may please her as well as my dad does.
She continues in soft soothing voice, “We all need some time to adjust; even your dad will need some time to get used to sharing some of his duties. I think your mother was good to you and I hope to be as good. We can look forward to taking our physical and social relationship even deeper.”
With the palm of one hand she pushes my chest back. “Lean all the way back for me, Honey. That’s good.” I have some pain from the build-up of cum in my scrotum.
She leans over and with her other hand she guides my cock to her mouth. She starts to lick around the beet-red glans. The semen is spilling out in a steady stream without any friction. Her thick maroon lips work their way up my greased pole as she swallows the crème. A little smear of lipstick is left on my penis.
“Jesus, Wife, it feels sooo good. Is that okay? Should I call you ‘wife?’” I see the bulge of my organ in her cheek.
She pulls back and my dick slides out. She clears her throat, “Randy, baby, you can call me whatever you want... ‘Wife,’ ‘Darling, ‘Slut’ or ‘Cum-bucket,’ I don’t care when I have this beautiful pacifier in my mouth!”
She swoops down and vacuums in my cock again and takes it up to the hilt. I see the bulge in her cheek. Her hands then drop to my ball sack.
My engorged cock has a mind of its own now and starts pulsating. There is still cum encased. The woman’s eyes are wide open and her lips are flattened against my cock. Her mouth moves to engulfing my shaft and commences sliding up and down - up and down. It moves easily from the lubrication of the combined cum and oil. My need to ejaculate gets my pelvis in rhythm with her. Every muscle is my body is straining. "Ohhh!”
Her mouth opens. Within seconds, my cock can bear it no more and a translucent stream leaves my penis hole and flies out about a foot.
I shout, “Oh! Ow! Oh! Ow! Ohhhhhhhh.” Then a second steam shoots a distance half the length of the first. “Oooooh, my. Ooooh, my. Oh, my.” Then third and fourth streams spray the sheet.
I look down and see the a few residual drops of glossy cum on the glans and several thin streaks on my thighs.
I gasp for oxygen, my pelvis which froze in an arch, slowly relaxes. After only a few seconds I begin to doze off.
When I awake, Margie is dressed. She tells me, “Honey, you were great and will get even better. I will love greasing your monkey. Next time I won’t waste all that protein. You know, I may even fall in love you but we won’t tell Daddy. I want to make you and him both happy. You must have had a wonderful mother.”
She leans down and kisses me on the forehead, “This is for my second husband- to- be. Your cock and my pussy will be the best of friends by the time your daddy returns.” Epilogue
Well, it is time for me, Kimberly, to end this story about how my husband became a surrogate to his stepmother. Randy did tell you the sad news that his father died within in a year of his marriage to Margie. However, his relationship with his stepmother was cemented by that time so it was an important cushion making his time of despair short. And, what I like to think was even more important, within the year he had fallen in love with me.
Between his stepmother and me we were able to meet his needs. And, the best news to report that both Margie and I are in advanced stages of our pregnancies. Margie says she does not want to know who the father is, Randy or his dad. However, I have a good idea but I am not going to offer an opinion.
My final comment is that even though it was initially a shocking dilemma for me as to whether I could accept his continuing his sexual relationship with his stepmother I eventually did accept it. It has turned out better than any of us thought possible. So for those of you who find themselves in a similar predicament, realize there can be a positive solution, if an unconventional one, to a challenging human situation. And again, if you want to learn how Randy’s stepmother and I worked this out please read, “My Fiancé’ - a Sex Surrogate.” In the meantime, I need to get to my husband, Randy, for our evening’s entertainment. Last night he was at his stepmother’s, but tonight he’s home with me!
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