“You know, Mrs. Jamason,” voice halting, yet urgent, “when we make love, I fantasize.” His cock was buried deep inside me, as it had been so many times this summer, but this was wickedly new. “I picture your belly swelling... with my child.”

“Are you out of your mind?” I gasped even as a twisted thrill coursed through me, a primal maternal desire I hadn’t felt in years. I was married, his best friend’s mother, but in that moment, none of that mattered. I slid the condom off, “Go ahead, Steven,” I breathed into his ear, “breed me.”