My step-son did what his father couldn’t, he bred me. Unable to have a child with my husband , I seduced his son and got him to breed with me.
I got married when I was 19 years old, to a 40 year old successful businessman, I did love him but I was mainly just after his money and the rich lifestyle.
He has a son, Andrew, he was 11 when we got married, he was the same height as me and it did feel a bit strange because even with the 7 year age gap, we were in to a lot of the same things, he was sweet and very shy.
Part of the marriage agreement I had to sign when I married his father, was the condition that we conceive a child within 1 year of marriage, his ex-wife had ran off with a lot of his money so he wanted to make sure that I was serious about him, and to him, a child would prove my commitment.
Problem was we’d been trying like rabbits to get pregnant for nearly 8 months and nothing happened, we both got tested and found out he had a very low sperm count which would make it so much harder for us to get pregnant.
With the 1 year deadline approaching, I got scared, I didn’t want to leave him or the lifestyle, so I had to do something, that’s when Andrew came through the door, he just got back from school, “Hi Mom.” He said, he liked calling me mom even though I wasn’t his really mother.
“Good day at school, honey?” I asked.
“It was alright. I’m going up to my room to do my homework.” He replied.
“Okay.” I said.
That’s when I got the idea, Andrew is a young boy, and old enough to produce fertile sperm, I’d get him to make me pregnant.
I phoned my husband’s office to make sure he wouldn’t be home for a while, then I raced upstairs, got a quick shower, drenched myself in my expensive perfume, put on some lace underwear and an almost see through silk robe.
I walked in to Andrews bedroom seductively, he was on his bed doing his homework as usual, I sat down beside him, he looked very nervous when he saw what I was wearing, and he couldn’t look at me directly, he sat with his eyes down towards the floor, “We don’t really talk, do we, Andrew?” I said, stroking his spikey hair.
“We do. Sometimes.” He replied.
“I never see you with any friends. Do you have a girlfriend?” I asked.
He blushed and went shy, “No.” he replied.
I ran my finger down my cleavage and separated the sides of my silk robe, just enough so he could see the sides of my boobs, but just not enough to flash my nipples, he glanced across and then quickly looked away, so I held his face and turned it back to look at me, “Do you think I’m beautiful, Andrew?” I asked.
He nodded.
I stood up, and he watched me nervously as I pulled on the silk belt of my robe and let my robe fall open, then I slid it down my arms and on to the floor, I was standing there in my red lace underwear, “Have you ever had a girl, Andrew?” I asked.
“No.” he replied, with a gulp.
I kneeled in front of him, pushed his legs apart and then proceeded to undo his trousers and pull the front flaps aside, then I reached in to his boxer shorts and took our his cock, it was limp but started to swell the moment I touched it.
He gasped and panicked, he was breathing heavily and looking worried, “Shush – It’s alright.” I whispered, then I went down on him and give him the blowjob of his life, when he eventually came in my mouth, I could tell by the thickness of his spunk as it slid down my throat that he was the one to get me pregnant.
He smiled widely as I stood up and started to remove my bra, but then I stopped, “No, no I can’t.” I said.
“What? – Why?” he asked, disappointed that I’d stopped him from seeing my boobs.
“You’ll tell your father.” I said.
“No I won’t…” he said, when he saw me turn away from him he got desperate, “…I promise I won’t tell him. Cross my heart.” He said, sincerely.
I turned back around to face him, “Promise?” I asked.
“Promise!” he said.
So I continued to remove my bra and my panties, and as with all males, his eyes were firmly fixed on my pussy, I pushed him on to his back and yanked off his trousers, then I got on the bed and straddled him.
“Do you want to fuck me, Andrew?” I asked, pressing my hot steaming pussy against his cock.
“Yes.” He replied.
“Yes, what?” I asked.
“Yes. I want to fuck you.” He replied.
“Louder.” I demanded.
“I want to fuck you.” He replied, but it wasn’t loud enough.
“LOUDER!” I shouted.
“I WANT TO FUCK YOU!” he yelled with all his might.
“Good boy.” I said.
It didn’t take long for his cock to be ready for insertion, once it was up and solid, I propped it up and lowered myself on to it, sliding it between my flaps and in to my pussy hole, he made a sound like a chipmunk and groaned with happiness.
I allowed him to turn me over on to my back, he got on top of me and that’s when he really went to town on my pussy, these young preteen boys are always so eager to fuck pussy like their lives depended on it, he wasn’t that bad actually, probably even better at this than his father.
Within a few minutes he was huffing and puffing, I knew he was about to come, so I dug my manicured finger nails in to his plump butt cheeks and forced him to push his cock even deeper inside me, “Do it, Andrew. Come inside me, Andrew. Do it.” I demanded.
Every night after school I’d let him fuck my brains out, and within a couple of weeks I was pregnant.
Of course I kept letting him have his way with me for several months in to my pregnancy, little boys have so much stamina, its very enjoyable to fucked by them.
6 months after my first child was born, and I managed to convince my husband he was the father, I began to sleep with Andrew again, fucking like bunnies every time we were alone, and I got pregnant again very quickly, this time with twins.
My husband was overjoyed with all the children I’d given him, but it didn’t end there, I went on to have a 4th child.
Andrew knows that he is the father of all 4 children, but he loves fucking me so much he will never tell his father on us, he’s nearly 16 now and we’re who knows, maybe we’ll have a 5th child together, having Andrews babies feels just as good as fucking him.
I love being bred by him.