Being Helpful Ch. 02 – Making Babies

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My son and his wife have been trying to get pregnant for a few years and have had absolutely no success. They’ve done tests on her and tests on him and in the end, they said that his sperm count was a bit low. They did some more procedures to try and increase the odds of conceiving a baby, unfortunately, nothing worked.

I was back in the doctor’s office again awaiting my turn in the room to provide my sperm. I guess the first attempt didn’t take. The whole thing makes me uncomfortable, but you do things for your kids that you might not ordinarily do.

The last time I was here, I was here to further increase the odds. Genetically, my son gets just about everything from me. He has my looks, my build, my eye color, just about everything. I don’t know how all this stuff technically works but I’m guessing they put my … output, with his … output, and put that inside her and hoped for the best? That’s certainly not my area of expertise.

Unfortunately, whatever the procedure, it didn’t work. I could tell. Our daughter-in-law, Suzy was drinking vodka tonics only a few weeks later. She was visibly upset but wouldn’t discuss it.

The expense of these treatments is not trivial. Actually, it’s damn expensive and the kids are running out of money for this stuff. I can pay for it but to their credit, they don’t want the financial help, they just want the… sperm donor help, I guess. Timing is critical and my lovely daughter in law is “ready,” so my son is in one room, a shapely nurse took me to my room, and I guess she is in another room awaiting our … combined output again. Like I said, not my area of expertise. Kate and I had some issues but just did what was natural and eventually babies popped out.

I thought back to when Kate and I were making babies. I thought it might be better than looking at porn on my phone.


Kate told me that when she was a teenager, she could be difficult and hard to manage. She didn’t want to have a child like herself. Her whole childhood was a difficult time and her mother and father struggled to manage her. They took to using a leather strap to control her behavior, right up almost until I met her. If I’d known it back then, I’d have committed murder and I’m pretty sure I’d be incarcerated now.

When we talked about marriage, we both agreed that we didn’t want kids! No. None. Nada. Instead, we were going to have two incomes, no kids, no kids’ college expenses, and retire at 50 or even 45! I was excited for a future of working my ass off for 25 years and then travelling the world.

Then her nephew was born, and that little guy was so cute. She was instantly smitten as she watched her sister cuddle the little guy and then he’d coo back to her.

We left her sister’s house and got in the car.

“We gotta talk,” she said.

“About what?” I asked as I started the car and pulled away from the curb.

“That baby is soooo cute, isn’t he?” she asked.

“Pretty soon that baby will be a drool monster and you know how you hate drool!” I responded.

“But he is so little and so cuuuuute!” she responded.

I nodded and like most guys, tried to move on from this conversation. Hoping that it would go away. It didn’t.

A month or so later, the topic came back up. She’d rightfully figured out and decided that her childhood struggles were not all her fault. Some of the psychology courses we’d worked on together made her think more broadly and look more deeply into cause and effect in relationships. In this case, perhaps the struggles she had with her parents was due more to her parents’ behavior than her behavior. Maybe she could be a good mother. Maybe she could do a better job than her parents did.

About the same time, she started having stomach pains and went to the doctor. After a thorough examination, blood tests, scans, and the rest, the doctor ordered her to abstain from sex or “penial penetration” for at least three weeks.

We went from having sex every day and twice on Saturdays and Sundays, to nothing. I could barely look at her. If I did, I’d get hard.

“Don’t make me look at your cock!” she scolded one day. “I can see the bulge so, whatever it is you’re thinking, stop thinking it! I can’t fuck right now!”

She marched off to the bedroom and I followed her in there and folded her into my arms. She punched me gently, just as mad at the situation as I was.

“Well baby, maybe we can do something, y’know?” I asked pleadingly. “Just relieve the pressure?”

“I’m sure you’re relieving the pressure in the shower every morning!” she shot back.

“True, but maybe I can relieve YOUR pressure,” I responded and ignored the jab.

She sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at me and spoke in a different tone, “I’m afraid of a couple of things,” she started. “I’m afraid that once we get going, we won’t be able to stop. I’m going to want you inside me. It’ll just make it worse. I’ll want it more.”

Sitting next to her, I hugged her fully and held her in my almanbahis arms.

“My other fear and probably my biggest fear is that … I’m not sure if I’ll be able to get pregnant. They think I might have a cyst on my ovary … and I DO want a baby and most importantly, I want to make YOUR baby. I just love you so much. You would make a great dad. So much better than my dad!”

It was a weak moment for me, and I said, “When we get through these medical issues, let’s try to have a baby.”

Looking up at me with those gorgeous green eyes, “Really? You’ll change your mind?”

“I already have,” I gulped. “Now about our current abstinence. Are you telling me you’ve never masturbated?” I asked.

“No. Well? A couple of times but my mother caught me, and my dad took a strap to my backside. He said that I was sinning against the almighty. I’m a pretty screwed up person, y’know.” She said sadly followed by a silly giggle.

“I don’t think you’re screwed up. I just think you need some … ummm, adjusting?” I offered.

“How so?” she asked.

“I mean, playing with yourself is, well, it is natural. It feels good. Why not do it? And maybe that is what we do so we won’t be tempted to, you know, fuck like bunnies!”

She laughed at my mention of bunnies and then was in deep thought for a few minutes.

“Look at us,” she chuckled. “We abstain for what, a week, and we’re a mess! If you promise to lay on that side of the bed, and over there away from me, I’ll lay here, and we’ll see what we can do.”

“Deal!” I said.

“No touching?” she asked.

“No touching!” I confirmed.

“This could be fun!” she laughed. “Let’s make it a game, like a roleplay! How about you tell me what you want me to do, like you were teaching me, the sheltered little princess who doesn’t know what to do because she was trapped in a religious zealots’ house her entire time growing up! Wait! That’s entirely too close to the truth!” and she laughed. “Except for the princess part!” It was nice to hear her laugh again.

My cock was already hard in my pants. “Okay, I’m definitely ready for this. Take off your shirt and then that god-awful bra, please. Lean against the pillows and cup those beautiful breasts.

“That’s it. Nice. You are so gorgeous.”

Her eyes were half closed as she gently pulled her nipples extending them to their full excitement. Thick and long, they were always poking out even through a bra and for that moment, I really just enjoyed the view as she twisted them back and forth.

“Now, close your eyes and imagine that I’m kissing your neck and fondling your tits. It’s your hands and my hands on your tits and pulling on your nipples. That’s it. And when you are ready, pull down your jeans.”

With her eyes closed, I quickly stripped naked and grabbed my cock in my hand and began stroking.

With her eyes still closed, she had her clothes off and her legs slightly parted.

“Move your hands down over your stomach and then back up to your tits. Heft them. Feel the soft skin. Think of my mouth on your nipple, sucking and licking. Move your hands further down past your stomach. Feel that little patch of pubic hair. That’s it. Lift your legs and feel your thighs. Your skin, it’s so silky soft right there on the inside of your thighs. Can you feel it? Does it feel good?”

“Umm – Yes,” she croaked and licked her lips.

“You know what to do next, don’t you? I can see your clit from here. It’s already thickening. How can you deny wanting to touch it?”

“I do. I want to touch it,” she whispered.

“Lick your fingers and gently massage your clit. That’s it. Back and forth and up and down. That’s nice. You are so gorgeous. Feel good?”

“Yes, I already feel like I’m ready to explode,” she started. “I really just want to suck your cock. Y’know – while I’m doing this. It might help, y’know.”

“We said we were only touching ourselves. Remember?”

She groaned as she increased the tempo of her fingers. Her clit grew bigger slightly escaping the little hood that hid it. I wanted to lick it. I wanted to suck it. I wanted my cock sucked. I wanted to feel my cock buried deep inside her tight pussy.

We just couldn’t fuck. We had to draw that line right there. Was she right? If we slipped a little, would we slip all the way? Who could be the strong one? Would it be me or Kate?

I put my hand on her shin and stroked her leg slowly working my way up to her thigh. Kneeling beside her hip, I moved my hand onto her hand and we stroked her clit together. She groaned, “oh yes!”

She pulled her hand back and spread her legs a bit wider. My fingers were gentle but insistent in putting pressure on her clit and then gently up and down her soaking pussy lips. Her tits heaved as her chest expanded and contracted with each deep breath. Those nipples stuck straight up hard and stiff as granite. Her areolas puckered. I was so close to cumming just from watching her … and now participating.

I thought … maybe a lick of almanbahis yeni giriş her clit. Maybe if I sucked her clit and licked her pussy. Yeah, maybe that might be alright. Just to help her get over the edge and then I could finish myself off onto her tits.

Leaning in, she could feel my breath as my fingers roamed over her vagina. I licked lightly and then felt her hand on the back of my head guiding me to where she wanted it, where she needed it. I lapped a bit and then I started sucking the little nub.

Blindly reaching around, her hand found and gripped my cock, and in a guttural voice, she demanded, “I want your cock in my mouth … now, sir.”

We rolled over into the classic 69 position with her on top. She straddled my face and engulfed my cock. I felt the pressure of her sucking but just kept on licking her clit and the sensitive parts of her pussy lips. I felt like I was drowning in her pussy juices.

I heard her gag on my cock slightly as her head bobbed up and down.

“I can’t do it,” she cried out as she rolled off, onto her back, and spread her legs. Her right hand still gripping my cock as her left hand diddled her clit. “Please fuck me!”

“Look at me! Look at me!” I commanded as I took her hand off my cock. “We HAVE to be strong! I’m going to cum on your tits. We’re not fucking, damnit!”

Several good strokes and cum shot out across both tits splashing her nipples and then some went up onto her face. She squeezed her legs tight and then thrashed her arms out and yelled out, “Oh yes!” as her orgasm took over all of her conscious thought.

I collapsed next to her and she sighed with a long exhale.

She smiled and began rubbing my cum into her skin, “Who knew NOT fucking could be so fun? I think this is great lotion for my little titties, too.”

We cleaned up and I wrapped her in my arms and we both fell asleep.

Our little game of watching each other continued and got us through our three-week intercourse hiatus. We took turns telling the other what to do and even had some fun with … food. It was interesting to have her get me hard and then watch as she spread various foods on my cockhead. It started with whipped cream then to grape jelly and finally to peanut butter. She loved to lick it off. Invariably, she couldn’t help but suck my knob deep and hard. I suggested we try food items with her pussy but she immediately declined with a laugh.

Whether it was just time or a lack of sex, her stomach pains ceased, and we resumed our active sex life. Now, we had to decide when to have a baby.

For the next three months, we tried to get her pregnant without success, but for me, I got a lot of enjoyment. For Kate, a mild depression hit her hard as she took it personally. I did not. I was as happy as could be. We were fucking in the morning, fucking when I got home, and fucking before sleeping.

She began reading books, talking to friends, and watching shows all about getting pregnant. For my part, I just thought we would just fuck as we normally did but she started talking about timing, hormones, and her body temperature. I suggested we get a sex swing. She was not amused.

One evening, she got home from work before I did and had dinner ready as I walked through the door. I’d had a particularly difficult day and Kate knew it.

The table was set with flowers, napkins, and all that kind of stuff. Candles were lit. She bounded down the hallway to me and gave me a warm hug and kissed my cheek. “I know it’s been a tough day for you, and I just want to brighten your day,” she started.

I couldn’t help but smile. She was so cute. She trotted ahead of me toward the kitchen. I watched that ass bounce, her toned legs under her flowered dress, and those beautiful bare feet with red toenails.

We ate a lovely dinner with lots of protein, vegetables, and even had some desert.

We cleared the table, did the dishes, and made small talk. Her job was going well, and she was up for a promotion in a couple of weeks. She was excited about it but seemed nervous about something else.

As I was drying the last plate, she kneeled down in front of me and while staring into my eyes, she unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. She took it into her mouth and sucked until it was stiff. It didn’t take long.

“This is what you like, right? Spontaneity?” she asked.

“I like sex and I like spontaneity! Right, this is what I like!” I laughed.

Her lips encircled the head of my cock and she sucked hard while slowly jerking the shaft a bit. She stripped my pants down to the floor and I stepped out.

She knelt before me in her pretty flowered dress and just seemed to enjoy licking and sucking that fat cockhead. She was taken by it and maybe even fascinated by it. Her tongue encircled the rim and occasionally, she put her teeth out and pulled on the rim.

One of her hands always seemed to be on my balls as if weighing the cum that was coming her way. I don’t know but this sensitivity almanbahis giriş and attention easily beat most of her blow jobs.

She stopped, and after catching her breath said, “According to an article I was reading, we need to build up your sperm count. One way it said to do that is to get you erect and really close to orgasm, and then stop.” She continued to jerk my cock.

She looked so good there, kneeling, jerking, and then she put on a serious face trying to convince me of something.

She continued, “So, are you game for this?”

“I don’t know. What are you asking?” I asked barely able to think as her hand continued stroking and my orgasm was building.

“Baby! Listen to me! Are you listening to me? I think this is what we need to do. Let’s try three nights. Okay? For three nights, I’m going to get you hard and close to cumming. But, you see. You’re not going to cum. Then, on the third night, my timing should be right, and you can put this big cock and shoot all that built up sperm deep inside me. You’re going to love it!! C’mon, don’t hesitate! Jump with me!”

Jump with me was a phrase she used to get me out of my comfort zone. It was a phase she used to make me try something new. When I met her, I was strictly a meat, peas, and potatoes guys. Then she said “Jump with me” to try sushi and you know what? I love sushi! I love Saki! All things that she suggested to open up my horizons.

“No relief in the shower?” I asked half kidding but knowing the answer.

She playfully slapped my cock, “Stop it! This is serious. Of course not. You know the idea! You know what we’re trying to do!”

I thought a minute and said, “So, you’re going to get me hard, get me close to cumming, and then stop me from cumming? And I’m supposed to do this “blue balls” thing for three straight days?”

“Yes, you got it right!” she smiled and then began her assault on my cock again. Her lips wrapped around my cock head and she gripped my meat hard and stroked.

I sat on the kitchen chair. She didn’t let go. She was going to bring me up to the very edge of the precipice. She didn’t stop as she watched me get closer and closer. Leaning in, she started sucking again. Her sucking somehow intensified and her grip increased as she pounded my meat.

After only a few more minutes of this, she stopped her sucking and giggled saying, “I can’t believe that my jaw is so tired and sore! This is hard work!” She didn’t stop pumping.

She played with my balls for a bit and then asked, “Are you close to cumming?”

“Well, almost.” I lied and she knew it.

“You need something more, don’t you,” she chuckled. “I know you, mister!”

Standing, she slowly lifted her dress exposing her toned legs and tanned thighs and confirming that she didn’t wear any panties. “You need a bit of show, don’t you. I know you so very well, mister!”

She began gently, teasingly, rubbing her pussy lips. Her slender fingers spread her pussy apart and then rubbed them back together again. Those lips were already swollen and slightly red. She spun around and her sun dress flared out. She giggled. “Its okay if you stroke while you watch. Just don’t cum!”

Putting a lovely foot with those shiny red toenails on my thigh, she lifted the folds of her dress exposing herself to me. “I’ve been doing like you said. I’ve been touching myself and playing with myself.”

My mouth went dry as she spread her pussy lips and inserted two fingers inside.

“It’s not nearly as good as your fat cock but if I’m especially horny, it works okay,” she said it in a soft, almost girlish voice. Her wet fingers pulled the hood up slightly and she rubbed her nub back and forth and then, around in a circle. She was breathing hard. I was breathing hard.

“You know,” she started, “I was at work, and I saw an old security guard. He kind of looked familiar. Remember that night, when we were first dating. You were living in your apartment with all those roommates, and I was living at home? Yeah, remember that parking lot when we were in the passenger seat, I straddled you and was fucking you, when the old security guard came up to the window? Yeah, I was thinking of that moment today, in the women’s bathroom. At fucking work! And I was playing with myself just like this. Just playing and flicking my clit. Thinking of that … that old guy watching us fuck through the window and, nice of him, letting us finish fucking before kicking us out. Yeah, that was today, baby. That was before lunch. I played with myself just like you taught me. You like that don’t you. That I was horny? And playing with myself?”

I nodded. It was driving me crazy.

She smiled and kissed me on the lips, slowly, deeply, with love and affection. I was ready to cum. She’d done it and I was ready. I didn’t need to say anything. She already knew.

Turning around away from me, she lifted her dress and slowly sat down on my lap slowly impaling herself on just the head of my cock. She held there and vibrated slowly up and down.

“Feeling good?” she asked teasingly while looking over her shoulder.

“I’m about to explode,” I said breathlessly.

She calmly turned around and gripped my cock and gripped it hard. “Don’t cum!! Don’t cum!!” she yelled at me sternly.

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