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How To Make Babies

I always had a thing for my mom. When I was 14 and my penis had started to grow harder in the company of girls, I came across a peep hole in my mom’s bathroom. I used to watch her bathe every day. Her boobs were a 36C hung well on a 32 waist. She never shaved her cunt but fingered herself once in a while in the shower. From that day till date, 15 years on, my mom has always occurred in my jerk-off fantasies. She is 49 now. I got married and a couple of years on, my wife and I decided to make babies. I was however, mortally afraid of cumming inside her. I had always worn a condom when I was close to my climax. My wife counselled me and told me that one day or the other I had to do it if I wanted babies. I thought about it for six months and was still unable to bring myself to do it. I guess it had something to do with making my girlfriend, who I ended up marrying, pregnant. I was always careful; never even leaked precum into her. So I was visiting my mom’s place for Holi. She was anyway pressurizing us to have k**s so that she could spend some quality time with her grandc***dren. I think my wife told my mom about my fears and she decided to take matters in her own hands. On the day of Holi, she decided to play with colors with the families in the neighborhood. It seemed odd because she had stopped doing it long back. I was f***ed to join her. The real fun began when the boys brought in barrels full of colored water. All of us were wet and our clothes were stuck to our ...

... bodies. Nobody seemed to mind as it was Holi and everything was done in innocence. Then started the round of marijuana laced drinks. That was when people stopped caring about their clothes. My wife had the foresight and left for home to clean up. Women of all ages of the neighborhood were displaying their cup sizes in full glory – tits in tight kameez and t-shirts were everywhere. I flirted with most of the women and fondled most of them. Honestly, all men were doing the same. It was a slut-fest out there. Most of the women didn't really care about me touching them, cupping their breasts and rubbing their butts. Some still treated me like the teenage k** who moved in years ago. One of them even tried making out with me but of course, we couldn't do it with everybody around. My cock was rock solid but my denims came in handy. My mom was carefully observing my behavior standing in one part of the street and was generally aloof from the crowd. She called me inside and asked me to clean up. By the time I was done, my wife had dressed up for a girls meet up a couple of blocks away and had left. My mom was in the other bathroom. She called me in and said ‘You had fun today, didn't you?’. I could only manage a smile and tried to deflect, ‘Yeah. It was nice meeting with everyone. What’s up with you?’ ‘So Kim was telling me that you guys want to have a baby?’ ‘Yeah, something like that.’ ‘You do know what needs to be done? Right, son?’ ‘Yes, mom. Don’t badger me now with these embarrassing ...