Robert Lubrican - A Model Mother

"I read about this position in a magazine," she said.

I felt her kegels go to work on me.

"I’m basically helpless, if you want to cum in me. I can’t get off."

She rubbed her breasts against my chest.

"What’s going on?" I asked.

"I can’t go off the pill," she said, sounding sad.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because I already did, two months ago."

"What?"

"I’m probably ovulating today," she said, sounding sad. "And here I am, stuck with your nasty old penis in me, probably about to spurt. If you do, I’ll probably get pregnant again."

Her kegels were in top form. It felt like what I imagined a calf’s mouth felt like on its mother’s teat.

"The last time you did that, you did get pregnant," I panted.

"Did what?" she asked, innocently. "I’m not doing anything."

Her muscles kept going.

"It’s fine," I said. "You don’t need to worry. I’d never do something so naughty as to get you pregnant. You’re safe with me."

"I am?" she said, in a little girl voice.

Her loins were all grown up, though.

"I won’t cum in you," I panted.

It was time.

"You won’t?"

"Nooooo," I gasped as I jetted thick spunk into her fertile belly.

"Okay," she said, happily. "In that case, I’ll let you do this again."

She did, too. I was almost too tired to go back to work.

This one will be our last. I don’t want to risk her health by asking her to have another baby after forty.

Instead, I’ll raise our two as best as I can … as normally as I can … so they can give my wife her grandchildren before she’s too old to enjoy them.

And I get to live with and love a drop-dead gorgeous model as I do it.

The End