Avery - Sex Stories

Avery

... good for you, dear. Good luck! I love you.” “Love you too, Mom.” They said good bye and hung up the phone. “Oh my god; did you really just have that conversation?” I asked rhetorically. “We have an open an honest relationship: it’s kind of weird but it’s good, too.” “I gather she knows about everything going on and why we are trying to conceive a baby…” “Yeah, she knows. It was actually her idea—mostly. Can we stop talking about my Mom now?” “Yeah: that would be good, actually.” We went back to having sex, but we only went for another 15 minutes before she wanted to take a break. She got up to use the bathroom and didn’t bother to put on any clothes. I got up as well, but it took another 10 minutes for my hard-on to go down. She put on a pair of panties and went to make diner. I put on my boxers and offered to help, but she told me to just sit down and rest. Dinner was served and we ate while making more small talk. After finishing eating, we sat for a while and talked more in depth about her plans for the next year if all goes well. She planned to move back close to home (but she wouldn’t say where ‘home’ was) so she could get help with raising the baby while she finished school at a local college. I was definitely not going to be part of those plans. But I knew that before accepting this deal, so that was fine. She didn’t have all of the answers, but some bridges had to be crossed only when/if you got to them. I couldn’t help but look at Noreen’s tits. They looked large on ...

... her small frame and they were so firm they stood out proudly from her chest without the support of a bra. I wondered how they would look when they started to fill with milk; betting they would become a full ‘D’ cup, for sure. I could feel my cock starting to stir, so I stood to clear the table, but Noreen beat me to it. She dumped the dishes in the sink and we both went back to bed without a word. We had sex again all night. But this time with the slow pace we used before, we kept going almost nonstop. By the time that night was over, I must have had nearly two dozen orgasms inside of her if you totaled the four days together. The thought occurred to me that I might end up blowing my balls right through my cock, turning them inside out inside of her. That was ridiculous, of course, but every orgasm I had with her was large, earth shaking and powerful. The following day, we went back to ‘only’ having sex several times in the evening since she was past her most fertile time. The chances were better than average that she was already pregnant anyway; we only continued to be as sure as we could. Four days after her scheduled ovulation date, we had sex for the last time. As I was getting ready to leave, she hugged me and thanked me profusely for trying to help her. I told her that I was glad to help (and WOW was that the truth!) and I hoped we succeeded. I figured there was no way we hadn’t made a baby. I had never had so much sex in such a short time in my life. Sure: I was only ...