Soon after, I retired to the living room to watch TV while Mom went to her room. She left the door open, and I could hear her talking on the phone, probably catching up with a friend. Their conversation was too faint to comprehend the content, but I did hear her say goodbye.
She came out and sat by me on the couch, wrapping her arm around me to hug me. I could feel the heat from her body and her breath when she told me she would help me with a job. I turned and looked into those beautiful eyes while she continued to tell me she was talking with her friend Sharon regarding some available work. I remembered Sharon from our old neighborhood. She was Mom’s age and was equally hot.
“Sharon has quite a bit of work to do around her house and is willing to pay you good money to help,” Mom said.
Sharon was wealthy and would usually give me a twenty when we’d visit her; for my college fund, she’d say. I looked forward to good pay while working around a hot-looking woman.
“Thanks, Mom. That sounds great,” I replied.
Mom smiled and kissed me on the cheek before returning to her room to call Sharon. She came out later and informed me I would start the next day. After a few more minutes, I told Mom I was heading to bed to get a good night’s sleep. Setting my alarm to get up early, I drifted off fast.
*****
I was up and reading the paper, anxiously awaiting Mom’s arrival. She made her appearance at the same time, wearing the same nightie. My plan worked while I leered at her scantily clad body. She repeated her routine, leaving and returning to fix breakfast in her robe. I told Mom I’d probably be late returning home since Sharon’s house was an hour away. She hugged me goodbye, wishing me luck with my job. Her sexy, parting smile was enough to arouse my horny prick.
I made it to Sharon’s place, and she was still as hot as I remembered. We reviewed the things she wanted to complete, and the list looked short enough that I was sure I could do it in a day, although Mom had told me there was a week’s worth of work. After finishing the first item, I realized the main job Sharon wanted to accomplish was to have her pussy filled with a young hard cock. Her seduction plan wasn’t complicated, leading me to her bedroom, stripping off her clothes, and begging me to fuck her hard.
She kept me in bed all day, obviously not getting the spousal sexual attention she required. She told me her husband was out of town on a business trip until the end of the week, probably fucking his secretary instead of attending meetings. She wasn’t upset about his indiscretions as she was financially comfortable in their relationship. Neither of them desired a divorce and was satisfied with the status quo.
Exhausted from my workout, I arrived home late. Mom asked me how it went, and I told her there was a lot of hard work to do, which would keep me busy for the week. She smiled and told me how happy it made her knowing she was able to help with the arrangement. I went to bed early to get up for Mom’s negligee showing.
Each day was a repeat of events starting with Mom in the morning and Sharon taking a sexual pounding during the day, allowing me to live out my incestuous fantasies. Sharon’s sexual demands exhausted me so much one day that I blew it and slept past Mom’s nightie show. Friday arrived too soon, signaling the end of my work week. I hoped Sharon would extend my time, but she explained she didn’t want the neighbors to get suspicious and that she had enough memories to last a while. She thanked me with a day of sex, and I left with a check for five hundred dollars.
Mom had one of my favorite meals ready when I arrived home, and we discussed our weekend plans. We decided on several projects in the garden, and she mentioned that her sister would come over to help. I looked forward to spending a weekend with them. Signing and handing the check to Mom brought out a big smile when I told her to use it to help pay for college expenses.
After breakfast the next day, we worked in the garden. Shortly after we began, my aunt showed up, looking as good as ever. We had never felt comfortable hugging since she was close to my age. Instead, she stroked my arm with her hand in a greeting fashion, smiling wide and causing my groin to tingle. We toiled through the day, broke for lunch, and decided to dine out to celebrate our day of hard work.
Aunt Rachel went home to change while Mom and I picked her up on the way out. They were radiant at dinner, and I couldn’t have been happier being out with these two beautiful women. Envious husbands stared at us while we dined. Sleep came easy after a full day of work.
*****
After breakfast, Mom pulled her chair to face mine. She sat down and scooted up closer, intertwining our legs. Her bare leg rubbed against mine under our robes when she leaned forward and stroked my arms. Her smooth, firm knees pressed along my hairy thighs sent electric shocks to my hardening cock.
“I have something important to discuss with you,” Mom softly said while smiling. I stroked her arms in the same manner, relaxing both of us. Fortunately, my robe concealed my hard prick resulting from our close contact.
She stared at me as if she were trying to decide how to tell me what she had on her mind. I looked back into those brown eyes and immediately felt at ease.
“I had a long phone conversation with Sharon last night,” she started.
My relaxed state dissipated, fearing what Sharon had told Mom.
“Sharon thinks she’s pregnant,” she divulged, still staring at me.
I could only imagine the panic-stricken look sweeping across my face. I hadn’t used protection with Sharon. She pulled me tight each time when I flooded her cunt with cum. I had wrongly assumed she was on some kind of birth control.
“It’s your baby, Sam,” she continued.
Angst swept through me while my hands squeezed tightly on Mom’s arms. What an idiot I had been, forgetting about protection. My mind raced with the implications of getting someone pregnant. Mom could see my discomfort and moved her hands to mine, pulling them away and holding them tight, smiling widely, amused at my predicament.
“Relax, it’s okay. Sharon wanted to conceive. She told me how she seduced you and had tricked you into thinking she was protected,” Mom quietly said, attempting to calm me. Moving her hands to my arms, she stroked up and down to ease the tension.
Taking a deep breath, I replied, “Wow, Mom. I had no idea. And you’re okay with this? Does she want anything from me?”
“She wanted a baby, and her husband couldn’t give her one,” Mom explained. “She’s elated and doesn’t want anything from you. You know, it’s not uncommon,” she said, locking her eyes with mine.
“Not uncommon?”
Explaining further, she stated, “Yes. Wealthy women routinely find a young man to impregnate them when their husband can’t or doesn’t want to.”
“Why don’t they go to a fertility clinic and get inseminated,” I asked, more relaxed from Mom’s gentle caressing.
“They usually prefer the more discreet method. Most of the time, the husband won’t allow it, afraid his colleagues might find out and think he is less of a man for it. Sharon asked me to have this talk with you to make sure you’re okay. She hated not asking you in advance but feared you’d say no to her,” she stated, looking for my reaction.
I smiled and said, “It’s fine, Mom. I like Sharon, and I’m glad she’s happy now. It was quite a workout last week, though.”
“No details, Sam. A mother doesn’t want to know those kinds of things,” she laughed, breaking the tension.
She pulled back, and we went to change for another day of work in the garden. Aunt Rachel arrived mid-morning to help out. Several times Mom caught me staring at my aunt, bending over and displaying her ample cleavage. My face reddened, realizing I wasn’t that sneaky, but Mom only smirked and continued to work. We ate at home, Rachel leaving right after.
After our showers, we relaxed on the couch, watching TV before retiring for the night. Mom draped her arm around me and stroked my upper arm again as she did in the morning. She moved my arm to do the same while we enjoyed the moment, massaging and bonding together. Her skin was smooth and soft. I could have remained there for the rest of the night. I gently squeezed her arm several times after she did it to me.
We were ready to call it a night when she looked over at me and said, “I enjoyed the time we spent together during the weekend. It was fun working and playing together again. I’ve missed your company more than I thought I would when you were at school.”
I replied, “I always enjoy working in the garden with you and Aunt Rachel. It’s going to be a bummer having to look for another job tomorrow.” I secretly wondered if she had any more hot friends needing help.
As if she read my mind, Mom said, “Sharon told me some of her friends are jealous of her now,” her eyes locked with mine. “You know, there is a way you can spend more time with me this summer and still earn money.”
Observing my clueless look, she disclosed her plan. “Sharon says her friends would be willing to pay for the same service. It wouldn’t take long, and you could spend more time here with Rachel and me.”
Now it hit me. Mom wanted me to impregnate Sharon’s friends. Trying to hide my excitement, I responded, “Gee, Mom, you want to pimp out your son? That doesn’t sound legal.”
Squeezing my arm harder, she replied. “Not pimping. It isn’t sex. You’d be inseminating desperate women. We would provide a service they need; they’re willing to pay well for it.”
“Umm, Mom. You do realize sex is part of it, don’t you? How about the legality of it? What if they want to come after me for child support or something?”
She explained the process in length. She assured me these women had no intention or desire to establish a relationship with me. They didn’t even want to see my face during the process. It wouldn’t be lovemaking; it would be a simple infusion of sperm. They required secrecy because they didn’t want to involve anyone else. Sharon had a loyal attorney draw an agreement to protect both parties from further action. The women would be people we hadn’t met to further cement anonymity.
The plan was well thought out. I wondered how long Mom and Sharon had been working on the details. It was hard to contain my excitement over my new summer job prospect. I replied, “Sure, Mom. I’ll do it. Giving me more time to help around here will be nice.”
“Great, Sam. I’m taking off work this week to spend more time together,” she informed me, returning to the smooth-stroking on my upper arm.