Heather Brown - Wild housewife

"Unnnnhhhh!" he grunted. His nuts seemed to turn inside-out, transforming his cock into a fire hose that drenched my bowels.

The cum seemed to spurt for almost a full minute. By the time it stopped, the bottom half of my body was wringing wet from its overflowing excess.

When I finally got myself together enough to dress and leave the garage, I didn't bother to inquire about my car I knew it would be waiting for me early tomorrow morning, fully prepared to hit the road, my bill paid in full.

Everything has an end. Even the continental United States. We drove all the way the edge of it, until one day we were staring at the Atlantic Ocean.

"I wonder where we go now," I wistfully sighed.

Susan's answer was a wrenching cough. Her 16-year-old body was really too immature to adequately house the baby growing within it, and nausea had become a regular part of her existence.

It was clear that we had to settle down somewhere. Susan had received no medical attention since the discovery of her pregnancy, and it was obvious that her health was deteriorating.

We had been on the road for over six weeks, twisting and turning on a patchwork route across the country. This meant that my daughter was at least two and a half, possibly three months pregnant. With her slender teenage body, it was already starting to show. She had to leave her jeans unbuttoned to accommodate the increasing swell of her normally flat belly.

"Mom," Susan said, "staring into the ocean isn't going to solve anything. Why don't we just get back in the car and drive to the nearest big city and do what I've been suggesting all along."

"No, no," I firmly protested. "We can't risk an abortion. You're underage and you'd have to tell them so much the whole business about Slaughter would be opened up again. I'd rather have a rapist's baby as my grandchild than have to relive what happened on the farm. Don't you see, honey, you can't trust anybody. We've got to take care of our own."

"And that includes an unborn baby that won't see the light of day for at least six months," she sighed. "I know… I know, Mother. I've heard all this before at least a hundred times."

"Then you realize I'll never give my consent for an abortion," I closed the matter. "What we need is a place to settle so you can have your baby in peace.

While Susan was still staring dully at the ocean, I reached into my purse and extracted a quarter. "Heads, we go south," I muttered to myself under my breath. "Tails, north."

The sun came out from behind a cloud and made the coin glisten at the top of its flight. When it landed on the ground, George Washington's profile was shining at me.

"Get in the car, honey," I called to Susan. "We've got to be on our way."

"Where are we going?" she wanted to know.

"I'll tell you when we get there," I cryptically answered.

"Now what's that supposed to mean?"

"Just trust your old Mom," I winked, and opened the door and slid behind the wheel.

I'd been weary of driving for days, but now I drove like a demon, headed due south. I didn't slow down, except to stop for gas and take-out hamburgers, until a sign with a Confederate flag on it welcomed us at a state line several hundred miles from where we had started.

Now I slowed down, getting off the main highway and searching for a likely place to come to rest. I was determined that when we got out of the car it would be for good-our traveling days would be over.

"Serendipity, North Carolina," Susan read the sign in front of a ramshackle city hall as twilight turned into evening. "What kind of name is that for a town?"

"It means a fortunate and unexpected discovery made by chance," I informed her. "Need I say more?"

I pulled the car over to a curb and cut off the engine. There seemed no need to travel any farther. Serendipity it was.

The town, upon further inspection, seemed to be a place forgotten by the twentieth century. When the new highway had been built, bypassing it by twenty- five miles, Serendipity had been effectively excluded from the outside world.

The isolation was perfect for the kind of life I had mind. I was certain that in Serendipity, nobody would bother us if we didn't bother them. Contacting a real-estate agent, I purchased a house with a traditional white picket fence around it on the outskirts of town. I was certain we had found peace at last.

Susan's health improved almost at once. The bloom returned to her cheeks and she was beautiful again. Beautifully pregnant.

Every morning when I awakened, I pulled away the covers and gazed lovingly at her sleeping beside me. There was no doubt of her condition by now. Anybody who saw her would know she was with child, but of course it was rare anyone did because she hardly left the house. Her pregnancy was private, to be shared only by us. In a way it seemed the ultimate expression of our love for one another.

"You know, Mom," Susan said one day as I soaped her swollen belly in the bathtub. "Sometimes my mind wanders and I almost feel like I'm pregnant with a baby you made inside me."

I was overjoyed with her admission. This was the same experience I had been keeping to myself for so long.

"Do you really feel like I put your baby in your womb?"

"Yes, I have," she admitted. "At night, sometimes, I have incredible dreams about the conception."

"You mean, I'm fucking you?"

She nodded, then added: "And that's just the half of it."

"No wonder you've been waking me up so often in the middle of the night to make love," I said.

"What?" she blurted.

"Are you telling me you don't remember?" I responded with affectionate amusement.

"I honestly don't." She shook her tawny curls. "All I can remember are the dreams-what we did in the dreams."

"Tell me about them, Susan," I eagerly urged as she stepped out of the tub and began toweling her gorgeously nude body.

"Well, okay," she agreed. "But we'll have to go into the bedroom. I need to sit down if I'm going to put all that stuff out of my system."

"We'll lie down beside-each other on the bed," I suggested. "Don't put any clothes on, and I'll strip, too. I'll rub your tummy to relax you."

It was an offer she couldn't resist. My daughter may have been on the verge of being a woman, but as her mother I still knew what was best for my little girl.

My clothes came off during our trip to the bed. There, we pulled back the covers and climbed naked onto the cool sheets. Susan's swollen stomach loomed beside me like a gracefully rolling hill.

"Okay, darling, I'm all ears," I said when we got settled. "Tell me every detail."

"Start rubbing like you promised then, Mom."

My hand spread across her distended navel. When my fingers began circulating in a gentle arc, I could immediately sense the relaxation that softened my daughter's body.

"When it starts," she began, "we meet someplace. We don't know each other it seems. You're dressed like a man and you pick me up while I'm waiting for a bus or something."

"Go on, dear."

"We go to a far-out apartment somewhere," she continued. "I guess it's supposed to be yours. There are mirrors on the ceiling. A water bed. Sexy music coming out of hidden speakers. The works!"

"Yes?"

"Right away you start to seduce me, and start stripping me."

"What about you?" I cooed. "Don't you want it as bad as I do?"

"Oh, I do, I do!" she assured me. "Before long I've got my hand in your fly and it's a question of who's seducing who."

"What happens next?"

"Our clothes come off at the same time."

"And?"

"Here's where the really weird part starts," she warned me. "You're going to have trouble believing this."

"Try me."

"We're both wearing a second set of clothes underneath. You're wearing a bra and bikini panties."