Dorsai

SixMothers

The whole thing started when I'd been pulling Responsible Adult dutyfor my best friend, Paul, by watching out for his 3 kids while he wasout of town on business. I'd accidentally seen his daughter, Jan, masturbating.

After reassuring her that what she'd been doing was perfectly normal, I'd gone on to get her started on sex education (with Paul's consent), since that was something of a non-subject at the parochial school sheand her two younger brothers went to. From there, I'd gone on to deflowerJan – at her request, and with Paul's permission! – but only after I'dthe same thing for Jan's best friend, Kelly. Much to my surprise, theyounger-than-I-was Kelly and I hit it off – and were soon living together.

Not long after Kelly and I became an 'item', Kelly and Jan got togetherand organized a small party – during which I was called on to separateseveral girls from their virginity – at their request. Afterall the girls had graduated college and started on their careers, I was tapped by a client (I'm an engineer specializing in Instrumentation and Control systems) to scout out factory sites for them – in the Philippines.

Kelly had accompanied me, and we'd made a new friend, Marlyn, who had come to the U.S. with her niece for a period of training before going back to serve as the factory's Public Affairs rep.

It was a Saturday afternoon, and Kelly and I were lounging around thehouse when my home automation system, Mabel (Machine Access By EnglishLanguage) let us know that the mailman had come.

Since Kelly was laying on top of me as the two of us necked, she was the one that got up and went to see what we'd gotten. When she came back into the living room where I was, I could see that she had an airmail envelope in her hand. Since we only knew one person that would be sendingus airmail – our friend Marlyn, in the Philippines – I asked "Sowhat does Marlyn have to say?"

Kelly was still reading, but told me "She says that everything'sgoing well – she thinks the idiots that were fussing about the factoryhave finally given up. After her and Ted opened the clinic up to anybodythat needed it, that pretty much put and end to it."

I sat up, and Kelly came over to sit on my lap – not even giving mea dirty look when I made a noise of complaint that I thought she wastoo heavy. She knew, all too well, that I loved her, and that I was happyto have her on my lap any time. In a few moments, she'd settled down, and I was able to read Marlyn's letter over her shoulder. Marlyn wenton to write to us that Marilyn, her biological niece and our 'adopted' niece, was doing extremely well in school – that the school was going tomake arrangements for her to start taking some 'advanced' courses tohelp get her started and ready for college. Marilyn had had her 13thbirthday after they left, and was already scheduled to start high school the following academic year.

Marlyn also let us know that she'd been out on quite a few dates with Ted, the factory manager, and that the two of them got along very well.

Not just professionally, but personally, too. He was rapidly learningto fit into Filipino society, and was learning Tagalog fairly well; thosetwo facts did much to alleviate any lingering resentment there mighthave been about a 'Kano' (Amerikano) running what a vocal few thoughtshould have been a local factory. In the year since they'd started production, she'd had exactly one person quit – and that because his father had died, and he felt obliged to move back to the distant town where he'd grownup so he could take care of his mother. Marlyn had offered to pay tobring his mother there and find someone to help take care of her; theman had been tempted, but finally decided not to accept.

When we'd finished the letter, Kelly set it on the table at the endof the couch we were on before standing up and gesturing that she wantedme to lay down. I did, and she quickly moved to lay on top of me, facingme. After a bit, she started playing with the few hairs I had on my chest-the one, sure thing she did that let me know she had something on hermind. I just continued to lay there, holding her, knowing that she'dsay something to me when she was ready.

Some time later, she finally looked into my face, and asked "Dan, you remember the promise you made to me when we got married?"

I grinned, and answered "You mean about not chasing after women? I haven't, I swear!"

She laughed – I didn't have to chase women; Jan and four of their best friends continued to come to spend time with us, in and out of bed before saying "No, you big dummy, I mean the other one."

"You mean about you having our baby?" I asked, knowing fullwell that was what she'd meant in the first place. Before she'd agreedto marry me, she'd told me that she wanted to have a baby – specifically, my baby.

Looking at me closely, she said "Yes, that's the one. Did you reallymean it?"

I looked her in the eyes and answered "Kelly, I meant that morethan anything I've ever said. Why?"

Visibly relieved, she lowered her head and said "I've been thinkingabout it, and neither one of us is getting any younger. We made enoughmoney from that job with Marlyn that we don't have to worry if one orthe other of us can't work for a while – or ever again, for that matter."

I put my hand under her chin and tilted her head up so she could seeme as I asked "Are you trying to tell me that you think this isthe time, then? That you want us to go to the doctor, so you can havea baby?"

Slightly nervous, she nodded, and I simply told her "Then that's what we'll do, then. I know how important this is to you, Kelly – and it's important to me, because it means so much to you."

I could see the relief on Kelly's face when she said "Really? Youdon't want to wait, or anything?"

I lifted my head to kiss the tip of her nose and answered "Yes, really. I thought about saying something before, but I didn't want torush you; so I've just been waiting for you to let me know when you wereready. You're ready now. That's all that matters to me. Monday, I'llcall the doctor and see what has to be done, and make any appointmentsthat are necessary."

Kelly's eyes filled, and I gently wiped away a tear that escaped beforeshe told me "Oh, I love you so much!", the depth and sincerity of her words reminding me – as if I needed it! – of why I loved her as much as I did.

We lay there like that for a long time, perfectly content to just be with each other – touching, but not feeling any need to talk or anything else.

Later, when we went to bed, I felt Kelly snuggle up to my side beforestarting to trace her fingers across my chest. Talking to my left microphone(nipple), she said "Are you really going to be okay with me being pregnant? I mean, you're not just agreeing to this because you thinkyou have to, are you?"

I gave her a small hug and answered "Yes, I'm really okay withit – I know how much it means to you, so it's important to me, too. Andno, I'm not agreeing to it just because I think I have to – if anyoneis going to have my kids, I want it to be you – the person I love mostin the world."

Kelly looked up at me, and saw that I was entirely serious – and thatI did love her, more than anything or anyone else. She smiled at me ina way that let me know the feeling was mutual.

The following Monday, I called the doctor's office where I'd had thesnip-snip done; to my surprise, I got a call back from the doctor, andafter a little consultation with Kelly, made the necessary appointment.

It was just over a month later when Kelly and I were in one of the doctor'sexam rooms. As we waited, Kelly told me "I can't believe that youwent to a woman doctor for a vasectomy!"

I grinned and answered "It was toward the tail-end of my marriage; my ex-wife and I were having so many problems that this was the closestI'd been to having sex in weeks." – and got a smile in return.

I hadn't talked to Kelly a lot about what life had been like with myfirst wife; not from being unwilling to talk about it, but simply becauseit was such a painful experience, and I didn't want to be one of thoseguys that's always bitching about how rotten an ex-wife was. Kelly stillhad some idea of what life between us had been like, though – and knewthat I'd gotten the vasectomy because my first wife had told me thatshe wanted a baby so she'd 'have something to play with' – somethingthat had sent chills down my spine.

Kelly still knew, however, that it hadn't been a happy marriage; andsteadfastly refrained from asking me the million and a half questionsI figured she probably had.

We'd waited only a few minutes when the doctor, Francine Cole, camein and sat down to talk with us. Her first question was to me, asking "So, Dan, this is the woman that you're going to let have your baby?"

I laughed, and answered "I have to – she made me promise she could before she'd agree to marry me."

The doctor turned to Kelly and said "I knew both of them – Danand his wife Elizabeth. Or, as I referred to her, Beelzebub. Knowing Dan, he probably hasn't said much about her, but I can assure you that it is a very good thing that she never had children with him."

Kelly looked at me, then back to the doctor, and said "No, he doesn'ttalk about her much. But from the little he has said, I expect you're probably right."

Dr. Cole then started to explain to us what was going to happen thatday. First, they had retrieved one of the semen samples I'd left beforethe vasectomy, and they were thawing it out while she was talking tous. Then they'd 'clean' the semen to eliminate any dead or inactive spermcells. Finally, she would put the semen in a syringe with a long, thintube instead of a needle that would be 'threaded' through Kelly's cervix, and then 'inject' the semen directly into Kelly's uterus, maximizingthe chances of one of them coming in contact with the egg that Kellywas about to release from one of her ovaries: the appointment had beenset for just before the midpoint of Kelly's menstrual cycle, when shewould most likely be releasing an ovum to be fertilized.

Neither of us had any questions for her, so Doctor Cole told Kelly toremove the slacks she was wearing, and any undergarments, and get upon the table. Kelly didn't hesitate in the slightest to do just as the doctor told her. As soon as she was positioned and had her feet in the stirrups, the doctor draped a 'modesty sheet' across her hips and pelvis, then let her lab people know she was ready. It wasn't but a minute laterthat someone knocked on the door; when the doctor answered it, someonehanded her a small tray without coming inside.

When she turned back, Dr. Cole told Kelly "I know that that's a pretty embarrassing position to be in; that's why I keep the number ofpeople coming in and out of the room to a minimum."

Kelly gave her a wry smile and answered "And I appreciate it!" – and getting an answering smile from the doctor.

I was assigned to sit next to Kelly, facing her head, where I could hold her hand as the doctor took care of things. I had Kelly's hand in mine and we were looking at each other when I saw her squint slightly.

I asked "Are you okay?" and she told me "It didn't hurtor anything – it was just uncomfortable there, for a second."

Behind me, I heard the doctor tell her "That sometimes happens.

I didn't tell you about it because if it's going to happen, warning thewoman ahead of time only seems to make it worse."

Kelly lifted her head long enough to tell her "No, really – itdidn't hurt. And now that I think about it, I can't even say that itwas uncomfortable; I guess it was more that it was something so differentthan what I've felt before, is all."

I could hear the doctor moving the modesty sheet before she stood upand said "Well, it's done, anyway. Everything went as smooth andeasy as it could have."

I turned around to look at her, and she told us "Dan, you've got really good swimmers – I had a look at them under the microscope just before I came in here. As long as Kelly ovulates in the next day or two, as I fully expect she will, then you're all set." She hesitateda moment, then said "Normally, I tell couples to go home and have sex, just to make sure the bond is there between them. But seeing how you two are with each other, I don't have to worry about that. Besides, I somehow think that you two don't have to be told to make love, anyway!" – the last part with a grin.

Setting the syringe on the tray, she then picked up the entire collection of things that had been brought in. She turned to us and said "Youcan get dressed, and leave whenever you're ready, Kelly. If you wantto lay there for a few minutes, though, it will help the semen get alittle closer to your Fallopian tubes and get things going." beforeleaving and closing the door behind her.

Kelly and I looked at each other, and I could see the joy in her faceat the idea that she was finally getting the chance to have a child withme. I didn't even have to ask – we just waited there a full ten minutesbefore Kelly said she was ready to get up and leave. On the way out, we made an appointment for the next month, figuring that either Kellywould 'catch' and we'd need to confirm that fact, or to have anothertry.

From the doctor's office, we went directly home – my (our) secretaryhad been told that we probably wouldn't be back to the office that day, and knew that if we didn't show up, she was to close the office whenshe was ready to go home.

Back at home, we'd barely gotten the door closed behind us before Kellywas plastered against my front, pulling my head down for a kiss as sherubbed her breasts against me.

When she turned loose of me, I looked at her with one eyebrow raised; she blushed and told me "Just knowing that I'm getting pregnantwith your baby makes me so horny!"

I laughed and told her "I guess we'll just have to do somethingabout that, won't we?"

Kelly laughed back before saying "I was hoping you'd say that…" before stepping back and beginning to undress – slowly, teasing me as she didit, as she started walking back toward our bedroom.

I followed her – both toward the bedroom, and in undressing. Betweenthe two of us, we left a clear trail of clothing from the front doortoward the bedroom.

When we got inside the bedroom, Kelly turned and wrapped her arms aroundme as she pressed her naked body against mine. I could feel the hardtips of her breasts pressing into my chest as her pubic fleece brushedagainst my leg. Between us, my semi-erect penis was pressing againsther belly with the head of it just brushing the upper fringe of her thatch.

Feeling her smooth, firm body rubbing against mine, it didn't take long before I could feel myself beginning to respond to the stimulus she was providing. She could feel it, too, because she only redoubled her efforts.

About the time that it started to get distinctly uncomfortable havingmy erect penis bent down where it was wedged between us, Kelly steppedback again and looked down to where it was waving in the air. She clappedher hands together and announced "Oh, goodie! That's just whatI need!"

Taking me in her hand, she led us over to the bed before turning aroundand sitting on it. I started to move next to her, but she just put ahand on my hip and held me in position. As I looked down at her, sheleaned forward and took nearly half my length into her mouth.

I felt her tongue begin snaking its way around my manhood as she slowlytook more and more of my penis into her mouth.

Much to my amazement, she didn't stop where she usually did; in fact, she didn't stop until her nose was pressed against my belly and her lipswere touching my pubic hair: she was, for the first time ever, actuallydeep-throating me. I could feel the muscles in her throat clenching aroundthe head of my penis, and the sensation of it was incredible – particularlywhen it was accompanied by the suction she was applying to the rest ofme.

After a few seconds, she pulled her head back a bit, and I could hearas she drew a deep breath through her nose before taking me all the wayin again.

It didn't take but a dozen such efforts by Kelly before I thought I'dblow my load; I duly informed Kelly of that fact, and only got a biggrin from around my penis as she kept going. I knew that she really wantedme to cum in her mouth when she reached up to begin dragging her fingernailsalong my scrotum, and the insides of my thighs. That was pretty muchall it took: not more than a minute later, and I felt my balls pull upas I got ready to unload what I was sure was going to be every drop ofcum I had in my body. Kelly felt my balls tighten, and pulled her headback far enough so that only the end third of my penis was in her mouth-just in time to receive the first of several jets of semen that firedout the end of my dick as though they were being launched from a firehose. I could only stand there gasping at the intensity of it as I continuedto empty myself into Kelly's mouth, feeling her tongue swirling aroundthe head of my penis, stimulating me more than I thought I could be.

Finally, it got to the point where I didn't have anything left to give-my penis was twitching as though I was still coming, but nothing wascoming out.

With a cat-that-ate-the-canary smile on her face, Kelly let me fallfrom her lips – which she licked – before looking up to tell me "I'vewanted to do that for a long time, but never had the nerve to try it-until now. Letting me have your baby has made me so happy, I knew thatI could actually do it this time. It was kind of weird, feelingyou all the way in my throat, but it was pretty sexy, too. I don't thinkI need to ask if you enjoyed it!" – that last followed by her pointedlylicking her lips again before swallowing.

Standing there on shaky legs, I could only look at her for a few secondsbefore saying "Oh, yes, I enjoyed it – a whole lot more than I thoughtI could." I didn't say anything about the rest of what she'd said-Kelly and I knew each other well enough by then that I knew shehadn't done it out of anything like gratitude, or as any kind of 'reward'.

Rather, she'd done it because she was happy, and wanted ME to be as happyas she was – and chosen that way of accomplishing her goal. On anotherday, she might have made a cheesecake for us (my favorite dessert), orbought me some little gadget or 'toy' that I'd mentioned. Other times, I'd done similar things for her: breakfast in bed, giving her a singleflower simply because I loved her, and so on.

Grinning at me, Kelly finally guided me to sit on the bed, then on tolie on my back so she could curl up next to my side. With her head onmy shoulder and one leg thrown across mine, she let her arm rest on mybelly.

I put my arm around her, and gave her a small hug before kissing thetop of her head and telling her "Kelly, I love you – a lot morethan I could ever tell you. I know you want a baby with me, and I'm glad you do. I've wanted kids, too – but always been afraid of being ableto raise them properly. But now that I have you, I know that's not aproblem: if we love our child even half as much as welove each other, he – or she – will be just fine."

Kelly looked up at me and smiled before asking "You don't careif it's a boy or a girl?"

"Not even a little bit. What's important to me is that it's our child. As long as all the parts are there, and they work, then the restof it isn't worth worrying about."

Kelly gave me another smile before laying her head on my shoulder again.

After a bit, I heard her ask "And what about me? Are you still goingto love me even when I get fat and everything?"

I hugged her again and answered "Kelly, you're not going to get'fat'. You're going to have our baby growing inside you. But to answeryour question, yes – I'll still love you, even when you get swollen uplike a blimp, start having all those hormones and things sloshing aroundmaking you cry one minute and screaming mad the next. I'll love you whenyou can't see your feet, but you know they're there because you can feelhow swollen they are. I'll love you when you're old and gray, even. Kelly, I will love you always."

When I finished, I could feel something warm hit my chest; it took mea second to realize that she was crying. I didn't understand why until she told me "Oh, Dan! You're so sweet – sometimes I love you somuch it almost hurts! And I have to wonder what I did that brought youinto my life; I'd try to bottle it, and give it away so that other people could find out what it's like to be as happy and loved as I am!"

I kissed her on top of the head again, and the two of us lay like thatuntil we both eventually fell asleep.

It was a couple of weeks later, and I was in the kitchen getting breakfast ready when Kelly came in and told me "It worked."

Being a little distracted, I asked "What worked?", not reallypaying attention.

"The visit to the doctor. It worked – I'm pregnant."

I damn near dropped the kettle I was holding, but managed to set itdown before I turned to look at her. I could see a trace of fear in hereyes, now that she was faced with the fact of it, and worried what I'ddo and say. I walked over to her and took her in my arms and hugged herbefore saying "I'm glad, Kelly. You're going to have our baby."

That was all she needed, and I felt her wrap her arms around me andstart crying into my chest in a combination of relief and happiness.

When I finally let her go, she stepped back and told me "My periodshould have started a few days ago, and I've been using one of thoseearly pregnancy tests every morning; the last couple of mornings, itsshown 'positive'."

I cupped her face in my hands, and told her "Good. From now on, the only thing we worry about is making sure that you're okay. When wesee the doctor next week, we find out from her what you can and can'tdo, and when. She's a urologist, though, so we'll have to get you anobstetrician – and you will do what the doctor says, right? I don't thinkeither one of us wants to take any chances with OUR baby."

Looking into my eyes, she nodded. I could see on her face that she wasdelighted that it had happened so soon – and, I think, a little worried about what the future might hold.

Taking her by the hand, I guided her over to a seat at the dining tableand told her "Now, you just sit there, and I'll take care of breakfast.

Remember, you're eating for two, now!"

She started to protest, but I cut her off by simply kissing her andletting her know just how much she meant to me. When our lips parted, I could see that I'd gotten my point across from the delighted smileon her face.

Doctor Cole was pleased to be able to confirm Kelly's pregnancy thefollowing week. She got in touch with Kelly's regular gynecologist, andthe two of them came up with a couple of obstetricians they thought Kellywould like. Doctor Cole told Kelly about both of them, and when Kellyhad chosen one, made an appointment for her.

When we were done, I saw Doctor Cole whisper something to Kelly, andsaw Kelly's shocked expression; but figuring if it was anything I needed to know, one or the other would tell me, I didn't say anything aboutit.

When we got home that night, Kelly started calling the others – Pauland the boys, Jan, Sandra, Robyn, Susan, and Candice – to try and getthings set up for a small celebration. The next day, we also invitedmy secretary and her husband over, as well.

When the day came for the celebration – we'd opted for a cookout inthe back yard – everyone had a great time. Candice had been able to flyin and stay with Susan for a couple of days on her way to do a storyfor the newspaper she worked for, so we had everyone there that couldmake it. We'd already sent a letter off to Marlyn, letting her know thegood news.

Everyone was sitting around the table in the back yard when Kelly stoodup and announced "I've got some special news that we wanted to sharewith all of you."