My Stepson Helped Us Conceive

My second husband and I are (or were) sexually adventurous. High sex drives. We did some swinging and some fetish stuff. We considered our marriage open if the opportunity for a quickie came up, but mostly we did our kinks as a couple. We stopped when my biological clock told me if I wanted a child I ought to get busy.

We've both been married before. He has a young adult son from his first marriage. I never had kids, partly because I was in prison for 12 years, from when I was 24 till 36. White collar crime and I refused to plead out (long story). My husband at the time (who should have been in prison too) divorced me while I was there.

After I was released I met the man who became my second husband and who I want to be with the rest of my life. When I wanted a child with him, he tried to get his vasectomy reversed, but there wasn't enough of his tubes left to reattach.

We discussed a lot of solutions, and James (my husband) brought up his son Daniel as a sperm donor. I half jokingly said only if he could do it the old fashioned way (my husband and I can talk like that to each other). Daniel btw is a hunk beyond words and a shy sweetheart. He winked at me and said, "Well, I'll ask him. I've seen you two doing some very heavy flirting more than once."

I didn't think my husband would really bring up the "old fashioned way." I thought he'd ask Daniel to donate sperm, and we'd get a yes or no.

One day about a week later my husband grinned and said, "Daniel said yes to both." I said, "Both what?" He said, "Both your requests. To donate sperm, and to do it as nature intended."

When I realized he was serious, I tried not to act too happy. I kept asking my husband if it was ok with him. He said, "Yes. I mean, I can't get this vasectomy reversed, so at least with Daniel our baby will have some of my genes. And you know how Daniel is. He's focused on graduate school and his future, he won't get hung up about things."

Then I started wondering if Daniel really found me attractive enough. Yeah, he flirted with me, but he could have any girl he wants, girls his age.

My husband said, "Are you kidding? You've got an ass a Kardashian would envy, and I don't have to tell you how good you are up top."

So we set everything up, but I was concerned about fertility. I was 43 and my periods had already started to become irregular. Along with monitoring my cycle closely I procured a fertility medicine, Clomid. I wanted to have the best chance I could.

During my next ovulation, I put on a short, very sheer black lace robe and bedroom heels. My husband was at work and I was so nervous, hoping Daniel wouldn't back out or find me, for want of a better word, unfuckable.

I heard his knock. I took a deep breath, walked over to the door and answered. Daniel smiled, the way a guy does when he likes what he sees. I felt better. He was shy though, so I hugged him first. Once I did, he hugged me tight and kept feeling up my whole body. He seemed really taken with my voluptuous ass (I prefer to call it that than big lol) so I let him rub, grip, and knead it to his heart's content. I pressed into him and wow, nice bulge. That made me worry less too.

Unlike some women, I need to kiss a man if I'm going to make love to him, even my own stepson, so I pursed my lips and he took the hint. He really explored my mouth with that tongue of his.

I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. I started taking off his white shirt and jeans while he pulled off my robe. God he was so hard. I spent my best years deprived of men that young. I'd forgotten how hard they could get. Like a bar of steel. There was a little precum at the tip, and I felt desperation again in that I didn't want to lose a drop before it got in my hopefully fertile body.

I lay back on the bed and spread my legs. I expected him to mount me right away, but he started kissing my tits and working his way down. When he reached my pussy, he started kissing my inner thighs first, and by the time he dove in, I was wild. I didn't think I could get that wet anymore. Daniel really put himself into it, licking and sucking, sticking his tongue as far inside me as he could. Pretty unselfish for a 21 year old. I was super impressed, but I really wanted him inside me, so moaned, please, I can't wait!

When he penetrated me, once again, I couldn't believe how hard he was. Nothing spongy or bouncy. His young body in my arms was, well there's no words. My body jerked from his thrusts, but that was because I kept saying, "harder, harder." I think he was afraid he was going to hurt me, old broad that I am lol. When he came, I had him get off then I quickly grabbed two pillows from the other side of the bed and put them under my ass. I stayed that way for a long time, praying that his little swimmers were rushing to my egg.

While I was lying there, I called James at work and told him we did it. I just needed to talk to him right then. He was happy for me and said, "See, I told you you had nothing to worry about."

Daniel stayed until past midnight and James very gallantly left us alone. I drained Daniel dry. Literally. The last time he came I don't think anything came out.

He stopped by to shag me as much as he could for the next few days until I was sure I was past my fertile time. I still don't know whether I really needed the Clomid, but it definitely worked. I released two eggs instead of one, which can happen with that medicine.

James and I are now the proud, insanely doting parents of healthy, fraternal twin girls. They're 4 months old now. Talk about a life change, whew, but I wouldn't trade them for anything. Daniel is crazy about his baby sisters, and he helps with them when he's not in school. My prayer is that my next 40 years will make up for the first 36.