Date: Mon, 5 Apr 2021 18:12:19 -0700
From: 9fingeredwonder <9fingeredwonder@gmail.com>
Subject: Oh, Danny Boy: Chapter 3: Carol's Husband (teen, lesbian, BDSM, impregnation, adultery)

Chapter 3 has Danny, his mother, and Carol continuing their sexcapades
until they sleep together. They are interrupted by Carol's drunk husband,
yelling through the door. Danny fucks his mother and then sleep-fucks
Carol.

Chapter 3: Carol's Husband

    I woke up around 2 AM and I was still sandwiched between them.  They
still had their hands on my now rock-hard cock.  I let out a sigh and then
yawned.  I carefully removed their hands and slid down and off the end of
the bed.  I had to pee really bad and I crept into the adjoining bathroom.
I stood at the toilet, trying to soften my hard-on.  It was not
cooperating.  I finally got it to soften enough and I concentrated on
peeing, closing my eyes.  I then felt a hand on my ass and breasts against
my back.  I jumped a bit and turned to see Carol admiring my cock.

    "Don't pee just yet."  She straddled the toilet bowl and parted her
pussy lips with two fingers and looked up at me, "Pee right here," she
said, pointing near the top of her slit.  "Please, Danny."

    I focused a bit more and it came rushing out.  I aimed it to where she
wanted, and when it hit the spot, she breathed in heavily before saying,
"Oh, fuck yes."  She grabbed my free hand and put my thumb into her mouth,
and she started working it like she was sucking a cock, all the while
looking up at me.  She began to moan and breathe more rapidly, working up
to an orgasm.  I still didn't know what to think about the peeing thing,
but seeing a woman get off turned me on so badly.  I could feel my cock
begin to harden, and I had to aim it again.  As the flow slowed down, she
removed my thumb and replaced it with my cock.  She sucked the last of the
pee out, and my cock continued to harden in her mouth.  She took it out and
stroked it with her hand.  "Thank you, Danny.  I never get to do that with
my husband."

    I smiled at her and caressed her cheek.  "You're so beautiful, Carol.
I hate when Bob treats you like shit."

    She giggled a bit at that.  "Don't say that.  Bob is a good man.  He
has his faults like all of us, and I've learned to live with them.  Don't
get upset over what he does to me.  That's my job."  She gripped my cock
pretty hard when she said that last bit.

    I naturally got worried for half of a second, but relaxed as she
continued to stroke it.  I was beginning to wonder just how long we were
going to be like this until Carol began to pee.  She moaned when she put
her hand in the way of it, and then pulled my cock into her mouth.  She
sucked and stroked and moaned, closing her eyes.  My curiosity took over
and I reached my hand down to her pussy and let the pee run over my fingers
like her.  This turned her on even more and she sucked and stroked and
moaned harder.  I'm not sure why it didn't have an affect on me before, but
something about her hot pee running over our hands, made my cock throb this
time.  When she finished peeing, she wiped it off with some toilet paper.
She flushed the toilet, and got up, putting the lid down.  She knelt on top
of it and leaned over the back of it, sticking her ass out.  Her pussy was
right in line with my cock, and I didn't hesitate to move straight forward
until it touched it.

    She reached a hand through her legs and parted her lips and her wet
pussy easily accepted my straining cock.  I paused a bit, relishing in the
feeling of full penetration.  Her hips gyrated and her cervix tickled my
peehole.  "Pull my hair," she commanded.

    She no longer had it in a ponytail, and so I grabbed a handful and
pulled on it.

    "That's it, Danny, now fuck me hard."

    I had no control, even though I had full control.  I quickly pistoned
my hips in a frenzy.  My thrusts were hard and our bodies clapped when they
came together.

    "Yes, yes, yes!" she yelled each time my hips hit her ass.

    "You love getting fucked by your student's cock, don't you, Slut?"
Just then her pussy clamped hard, and juices flowed heavily, spraying
everywhere.

    "Uh, yes... fuck... me... harder, ugggh!"

    I could tell that her face was getting shoved into the tile wall every
time I thrust forward.  My concern for her, though, was nowhere to be
found, and I grabbed her shoulder with my other hand and really started to
ram her.  She was putty in my hands at that point and I saw her eyes roll
back.  My balls began to tighten.  My thrusts became even more frantic, and
as the sperm exploded inside of her, I screamed out.  I forced her to
exhale as I shoved my cock in as far as it would go.  I could feel her
cervix getting in the way of my cum.  "Oh fuck!  That feels so fucking
good!"  My body convulsed during the last few spasms.  I finally relaxed my
grip on her hair and shoulder and she sort of slumped in place.

    "Holy fuck, Danny.  You're an animal."  I saw her wince as she removed
her cheek from the wall, and I slid my softening cock out.

    Despite my athleticism, I was out of breath and I put my hands on my
head.  I watched Carol sort of melt into a seated position, and she pulled
me towards her and put my cock in her mouth to clean it off.

    She pulled away and put a hand to her cheek.  I leaned over to try and
look, "Did I hurt you?"

    "I'm sure it's okay."  She seemed confident in her response, but
avoiding my eyes told me that she worried.

    I forced her hand away and tilted her cheek into the light.  "It
doesn't look bruised."  I leaned down and kissed her gently on that cheek.

    "Now you're just trying to steal my heart."

    I gave her a smirk, not really sure if she was facetious or not.  I
grabbed a towel and wiped up our mess and she gave me a kiss before going
back to bed.  I threw the towel into the hamper and went to the sink to
wash my hands and face.  After rinsing off, I looked at myself in the
mirror.  I toweled my face off and let out a sigh.  "What are you getting
yourself into?"  I shook my head and went to the kitchen to get some water.
I was afraid of that answer and tried not to speculate about it.  As I
finished taking a sip of water, someone pounded hard on the door.  It
scared me so bad I nearly dropped the glass of water.  I set it down, and
the person pounded again.  I crept over to the nook in the dining room and
peeked through the blinds of the window that faced the door.  My eyes
bulged when I saw Bob.  I watched him pound the door again, and he leaned
on it.

    "Carol!  I know you're in there!  I tracked your phone!"

    Oh fuck!  He sounded drunk.

    "Carol!  Get your ass out here!"

    I didn't freeze for long and flew upstairs and into my mother's
bedroom.  Back here you couldn't hear the door if someone knocked.  Even
with a cop knock.  "Mom, mom," I yelled and whispered at the same time,
shaking her violently.

    "What's going on, Danny?" Carol asked.

    I looked at her with panic-stricken eyes, "Your husband!"

    "Oh, shit!  Shit, shit, shit, shit!"  She aided in waking up my mother,
"Beth! Wake up!"

    My mother wasn't usually a hard sleeper, but she looked very groggy
when she opened her eyes and tilted her head up, "Huh... what's going on?"
she asked before she yawned.

    "Bob's here," Carol plainly said in a dramatic tone.

    Like an electric shock, my mother bolted out of bed and grabbed a robe,
putting it on along the way.  Her steps were forceful and she disappeared
down the hall quickly.  I looked over at Carol and my eyes were still
panicked.  She threw her head into the mattress and screamed.  That, of
course, didn't help my panic.  I ran off to my bedroom and threw on my gym
shorts again, and before I left, I grabbed my black Louisville Slugger and
slowly went down the stairs.

    "Bob!  You're drunk!  I'm calling you a cab!"

    "I need to talk to Carol!  I'm not going anywhere until I do!"

    I had gotten down far enough that I could see that my mom was talking
to him through the door and I sighed in relief, relaxing the bat and it
bumped into the wall.  My mom whipped her head towards me and put a finger
up to her lips.  "Bob, it's late!  Your talk can wait until the morning
when you're not drunk!"

    Carol had caught up and grabbed onto my arm, putting her head onto my
shoulder.  I looked down at her with perplexed eyes.  She had donned a robe
as well.  I thought for sure she was going to go out and talk to him.

    "Please, dammit!  C'mon, Carol!  I know you're listening!"

    "If you keep this up, I'll be forced to call the cops, instead!"

    "Fucking fuck!" he yelled as he pounded the door once.

    It made Carol jump and whimper, and I put my arm around her and she did
the same with both arms.  I turned to watch my mother breathe out a long
sigh and look up to the ceiling with frustration.

    "You're giving me no choice, Bob!"

    "Just let me talk to her."  His tone had diminished, and it sounded
like he was about to cry.

    Suddenly, Carol's head perked up, "Just fucking go home, you prick!"

    "Carol?  Please, Carol!  Just come out and talk to me."

    My mother glared at Carol for speaking up.  "Now is not the time, Bob!
I'm giving you five seconds to leave my property, and then, I'm calling the
cops!"

    Carol returned her head to my shoulder and cried into it, and I rubbed
her back to console her.

    "One... two... three... fou--"

    Bob screamed and pounded the door, "This isn't over, Beth!"

    My mom peeked out of the window and I watched her posture fail, and she
put her forehead against the window.  She turned her head along the axis of
her forehead to look at Carol, "Jesus Christ, Carol.  What the fuck did you
say to him?"

    Carol sniffled and caught a tear from her eye with a finger, "I don't
know what to say.  We parted on calm terms.  He must've worked himself up."

    "He probably feels guilty about denying you your motherhood."

    "Maybe," she sobbed.

    "Well, I need a drink and a toke."  She then walked into the living
room.

    "Why don't we go sit down," I offered to Carol.  She smiled up at me
and nodded her head and I escorted her to the couch.  The coffee table was
as we left it, and I poured everyone more wine.

    My mother sat on the other side of me and put a jewelry box on the
table.  I'd never seen this one before.  When she opened it, I gasped.  "Is
that what I think it is?"

    "Why, have you tried it?" she pried.

    "Actually, no.  This one kid offered it to me, but I turned it down."

    "I'm glad to hear that, Son.  But, it wouldn't be the end of the world
if you started smoking weed."  She started loading a small glass pipe.

    "How long have you been smoking it?"

    "Shit, since I was younger than you.  Although, it's not like I do it
everyday, but it's a good stress reliever."

    "Hurry up and pass that," Carol demanded.

    My mother looked over at her, but instead of rebutting her, she gasped,
"What happened to your face, Carol?"

    Her hand flinched to her now yellowed cheek.  Then it turned orange
with blush and she smiled coyly before answering, "We sort of fucked in the
bathroom.  Ugh, it was worth it, though."

    "Jesus, Son, I told you to impregnate her, not break her."

    "But, she told me--" They both laughed, cutting me off.

    "I'm just giving you shit.  Now, here," she said, handing me the pipe
and a lighter.  "Put your thumb over this hole here, and then suck in as
you light it.  After a second or two, unplug that hole and finish the hit."

    I stared at the pieces in my hands.  My mind wasn't ready for so many
directions and I felt lost.  I had never even flicked a lighter before.

    "Here, let me show you," my mom said, grabbing them back.  "Now,
watch."

    She did how she had explained, and I was surprised at how it crackled
when she inhaled.  She let out a huge billow of smoke and handed the pipe
to me.

    "Now you won't need to light it, just inhale."

    I didn't hesitate.  It tasted terrible and it burned my throat.  I
wasn't able to inhale much before I pulled it away and coughed and coughed.
I felt like my larynx was going to launch out of my throat.  My eyes teared
up, and Carol grabbed the pipe from me as they giggled at me.  After I
recovered, I took a sip of my wine, then leaned back into my seat.  I wiped
my eyes and cleared my throat.

    "Are you okay, Son?"

    I turned my head quicker than I had intended, and for a brief moment,
everything wavered in my vision.  I couldn't help but smile at her, "Yea,"
I said with a large exhale.

    My mother laughed, falling back into her seat and slapping her thigh.
I giggled with her and watched her boobs jiggle.  I could see her nipples
protruding through her robe.  My cock lurched and I put a hand on him,
"Woah, down, Boy."

    That made both of them laugh hard and Carol leaned into me as she did.
It was contagious, but I soon noticed that, the more that I laughed, the
harder my cock got.  It throbbed with every guffaw and soon was pitching a
large tent in my gym shorts.

    "My god, Son, your cock is possessed.  Women would kill for a cock that
performs that much," she added with a giggle.

    I looked at her with a dumbfounded look, and my mouth gaped to say
something, but I didn't know how to respond to that.

    My mother looked over at Carol, "Are you ready to service this Godpole
again, Carol?"

    She giggled as she looked at it, but then her face got serious and she
looked down.  "I don't think I'm up for it right now, but I'd love to watch
you two fuck."

    "Mmm, more for me then," she said, grabbing a hold of it and squeezing.
It throbbed in her hand.

    I felt like I couldn't move, and it didn't matter.  My mother slid a
leg of my shorts up to expose it.  She then stepped up onto the couch and
then stood over me, facing me.  She carefully lowered herself onto it as
her legs straddled my lap.  My mother closed her eyes and threw her head
back when it was all the way inside of her.  She put a hand on the back of
the couch and one on my shoulder and she began to move up and down
slightly.  It felt difficult to focus and the sensations seemed to be
dulled.

    I turned to look at Carol, and she had turned to face us leaning back
on the arm rest.  She parted her robe and fingered her pussy and groped a
breast while she watched us.  My mother turned my head back to her and
leaned in for a kiss, still maintaining her rhythm.  I moaned into her
mouth as our tongues danced.  I really liked kissing, and my mother was
amazing at it.  I finally had enough brain function to get my hands
involved.  One went to her head, and the other to her ass.

    She broke the kiss and pressed her forehead to mine, "Oh fuck... I
can't believe I'm a slut for my own son.  I'm such a bad mother."

    I spanked her when she said that, and she let out a grunt.

    "That's it, spank your naughty mother."

    I spanked her again and her juices began to flow while her rhythm
quickened.  Her breathing became ragged and she suddenly stopped with it
all the way in, and I could feel her kegels contracting.  I moaned and
pushed down on her ass.  She gyrated her hips while she finished her orgasm
and then I could hear soft moans coming from Carol.  I looked over and she
was fixated on me while she bit her nipple.  I smiled at her and that
seemed to send her over the edge.  She growled into her nipple and her hips
bucked a little, "Godammit, that's so fucking hot."

    My mother looked over at her and licked her lips.  She got up off of me
and got on all fours to eat Carol's pussy.  I didn't even think, just got
into position and started fucking away while I watched Carol.  Her eyes
glared with passion, and it felt so amazing to be so wanted.  She returned
her nipple to her mouth and put the other hand on my mother's head.  I bit
my lip and quickened my pace.

    Carol bucked again, cumming into my mother's mouth.  I couldn't handle
it, and it made me fuck my mother harder as my grip on her hips tightened.
"Fuck that slut mother of yours."  She then got up and stood next to me as
my mother collapsed her torso onto the couch.  Carol watched my cock and
put a hand in to massage my balls.  She grabbed my hair and forced me into
a kiss.

    This made me moan loudly, and I began pounding my mother even harder.
"That's a good boy, Danny," Carol said softly into my ear.  "Are you going
to cum inside your naughty mother's cunt."

    "Oh, shit," I said as I felt my balls tighten and I knew I was getting
close.

    My mother started grunting with every thrust and her juices flowed
steadily.  Carol nibbled on my earlobe and her breath rushed into my ear,
and it sent chills down my spine and into my groin.  "C'mon, Danny, you
know you want to fill up your mother's pussy."

    "Uuuh!" Carol and I both exclaimed.

    Carol had to use me for support as she succumbed to a sudden and
powerful orgasm.  She leaned in and bit my shoulder.  To my surprise, it
didn't hurt, but spiked my orgasm and I scrunched my face up, forcing my
cock into my mother with all of my might.  My cock spasmed so hard, I
couldn't even feel my mother's muscles squeezing my cock.  She screamed
into the couch cushion as I shot load after load.  Nothing made me cum
harder or longer than when it was inside my mother.  I got shivers through
my entire body--similar to the kind you get when you finish peeing--and it
forced my upper body forward, causing my mother to fully collapse with me
on top of her.

    "Wow, I--" Carol stammered and had to sit down before she continued.
"I didn't feel like I was in the mood until I saw you two in action."  She
let out a deep breath and I felt her body shudder a bit.  "It was strange,
because I didn't really squirt, but my orgasm made me feel like I was going
to pass out."

    My mother and I giggled at that.  My cock was softening and my mother's
muscles pushed him out, and so I rolled over towards the back of the couch
and onto my side.  I laid my elbow down and put my head on my hand, rubbing
my mother's back with the other.  She let out a long moan and turned her
head towards me and had a big, shit-eating grin.  I could barely imagine
what was going through her mind as we locked eyes.  Her eyes twinkled, and
I could feel the love pouring through them.  It gave me that fuzzy feeling
and I leaned in to kiss her on the forehead.

    "Ugh, you're such a lucky bitch, Beth," Carol said, spanking my mother.

    I felt her body tense up and she closed her eyes and moaned.  "Let's
not forget about Super Dick Boy here.  He's the luckiest one of all."  That
made us all laugh pretty hard.  The laughing made my stomach rumble, and I
realized just how hungry I was.  "I am starving.  I'm going to go warm up
some pizza.  Do you tw--"

    "Yes," they both said, almost in unison.

	"Pizza it is."  I carefully got up and over my mother and gave her
a kiss on the side of her head.  Then I walked over to Carol who was taking
a sip of some wine.  I put a hand on her shoulder and she looked up at me
with uncertain eyes.  I leaned in and gave her a kiss.  She seemed
surprised, and I might have surprised myself with that.  I kind of felt
like I was falling in love with her, too.  I didn't question it, and
neither did she, and I went into the kitchen to warm up pizza for everyone.
I could feel Carol's eyes on me the whole way.  It gave me a bit of a
spring in my step.

	I plated up the pizza onto one plate and put it into the microwave,
along with my unfinished glass of water; a trick I saw online to keep food
moist.  I put it in for one minute.  I could hear them giggling in the
other room.  I leaned on the counter and watched the pizza slowly spin as I
contemplated my feelings.  Is it possible to love two people?  The easy
answer, I thought, was, `yes', but this was all so new to me.  It was just
last year near the end of school that I started masturbating and realizing
that girls were important to me.  Then I discovered just how important they
are to everyone with the fact that they make the babies.  My head began to
spin again about being a father, twice, when the microwave beeped.  I
turned the pieces around on the plate and put it in for another minute.

	"Hey, Danny?" I heard my mom call.

	I walked over to the doorway and peeked around, "What's up?"

	"Would you get us some water, too, please?"

	"Coming right up."  They both smiled, and I went back in to get
them water.  After filling two glasses, the microwave went off again, but I
took them their water first. When I returned to the living room, though,
Carol had her head in her hands and was sobbing with my naked mother
consoling her.  They hadn't noticed me coming in, and when I was close
enough I heard my mother.

	"Men are all jerks, Honey.  Us women are forced to deal with them
just so humanity can continue."

	I scoffed and gave my mother an insulted look, but I was trying to
be playful.

	My mom looked up at me surprised, but then turned apologetic, "But
not you, Danny.  You're the exception to that rule," she finished with a
smile and a wink.

	Carol giggled and looked up at me with tear-filled eyes.  She
looked so vulnerable, but she managed a smile saying, "Yea, he's a stud and
a a gentleman, and it's not just a first impression like with Bob.  You did
good, Beth."

	I was blushing hard, otherwise, I probably would've gotten another
boner.  I put their water down and raced back into the kitchen to get the
pizza.  I can't explain to you how it feels to have an adult look at you
that way.  Needless to say, it made me very giddy, and I rushed to get back
out there to be admired further.  It was good for my self-esteem, which
like my credit at the time, was non-existent.  I mean, I was a pretty
sociable kid, but I had a compulsion to focus on my studies, playing
sports, and volunteering.  It was ingrained in me early by my step-dad,
that I should strive for college and worry about nothing else until I'm
finished with it, and so that's what I did.

	As I returned, Carol wasn't crying anymore, but their conversation
seemed serious, and they were speaking in hushed tones that ended when they
saw me.

	"Oh, thank you, Danny.  I'm so hungry."

	"Me, too," Carol added.

	I sat next to my mother and she patted my leg with a smile before
grabbing a piece of pizza.  I took two pieces and ate it like a pizza
sandwich.

	Carol then spoke up while we had our mouths full, "I'm really sorry
about Bob.  I've been thinking, and I'm pretty sure he knows that I know
he's cheating on me."

	"What?!" my mother yelled in surprise.  She then swallowed her bite
quickly to speak, "Okay, first of all, I don't ever want to hear you
apologize for... him, but what makes you think he's cheating on you?  I
thought you two had an open marriage."

	"Well, open to having sex with others, but not falling in love."

	"Who with?" my mother asked.  I wanted to ask it, too, but this
conversation was out of my league, so to speak.

	"A girl in Iraq he apparently met during his last tour of duty."

	"How did you find this out?"

	"It was by accident really.  I was going through our browser
history to find a crochet pattern I had found before and forgot to
bookmark.  I saw a site name that I didn't recognize, and when I clicked
it, it went to some strange chat site.  I was going to close it when I saw
that there were six messages from one person to Bob's username.  Her name
is Lakshmi, she lives in Fallujah, but you want to hear the kicker?"  She
didn't wait for anyone to answer before continuing, "She's only 16!  I
mean, I know things are different over there and girls get married off at
younger ages, but I just don't know what to think about it.  I'm pissed,
that's for sure, but I love him, but he's twice her age.  What do I do,
Beth?"

	"Maybe they're just sexting.  Did you read the messages?"

	"Oh yes, I read them all, and all of their previous chats.  He
plans to see her again on his next tour, and he never once mentioned me."

	"Shit, Carol.  He's fucking cheating on you.  I wish I could tell
you what to do, but all I can think about is what I want to do."

	I had no idea my mother was such a bad-ass.  "Same here, I mean,
he's always had it out for me, and apparently for good reason."

	My mother and Carol laughed.  "Son, that was just sex, which is
permitted in their open marriage.  That's all it was to you, right?"

	I didn't mean to stumble, "Y-- yea, of course."  My mother smiled
at that, but when I looked at Carol, her smile wasn't very convincing and
then she downed one of the remaining glasses of wine.  I felt bad because I
had no idea what to say in this situation, and I also felt a bit defeated.
Although, had I been more experienced at the time, I would've realized that
she was having feelings for me, too.

	"As for you, Carol, I get the feeling Bob was never really okay
with having an open marriage."

	"I thought about that, too, but what if he just thinks that I'm too
much of a slut?"

	"You're not a slut, Carol," I said quickly and without thought.

	"Well, let's not get caught up on technicalities.  We know what we
are, Son, and we're not ashamed of it," she said, putting an arm around me.
"But, at the same time, we don't go blabbering about it either, do you
understand, Danny?"

	I smirked sheepishly, then looked down and nodded my head.

	My mother pulled my chin to face her, "It's okay, Son.  I know
you're just trying to be polite.  I guess I did do well with this one, huh,
Carol?"  She shook me side to side.

	"Mmm-hmm."  Her tone sounded sexy, and when I looked over at her,
the way she was eyeing me, like eyeball-fucking me.  I made my groin stir.

	My mother wasn't paying attention to that as she loaded another
bowl and took a hit.  She spoke as she let it out, and she sounded funny,
"I have an idea."  The way she said it seemed as though she was going to
continue, but she sort of stared off for a moment.  "Ooh-ha ho, ho, ho, I
think you're going to like this one, Carol."

	Carol finally took her eyes off of me, "And what's that?"

	My mother giggled devilishly and sat back, handing Carol the pipe,
"Okay, first, Carol, do you think you could convince... what's-her-name to
come here if we paid for it?"

	"How would I do that?"

	"You're going to pretend to be Bob on that chat site."

	"Yea, I'm pretty sure I could do that.  What do we do when she gets
here?"

	"You're going to host a barbecue and invite everyone you can."

	"Do I get a job?" I asked, anxious to see if I was a part of her
master plan.

	"Oh, Son, you get the best part," she started squeezing me with her
arm, and I brightened up.  "We're going to have Carol admit to Bob that
she's pregnant with your baby, true or not--"

	"But, then he's just going to crush me, how is that the best part?"

	"Before he does, that's when Lak--, what's-her-name, shows up
behind you.  He'll be so surprised, and she'll have heard everything up
until that point, and I can't imagine that she'll be too happy about it.
Pretty sure I saw this in a movie, but it can work."

	"Huh," I said, "I think that will work.  But, what about Lakshmi?
I mean, we're just going to break her heart and send her back to, what I
can only imagine, is hell?"

	"Oh, it's going to tear her up," Carol said, "but, trust me, it's
better for her to know that she's being lied to and just move on with her
life."

	"Yea, I guess I'd want to know that, too."

	"So, does that mean you're in, Carol?"

	"Defo."

	"Good.  Son?"

	"Oh, I'm in.  I can't wait to humiliate that prick."

	I heard Carol laugh at that and my mother kissed me on the cheek.
"That's a good boy.  Now, I'm going to go finish sleeping.  Would you mind
sleeping on the couch, Carol?  I want to make sure that I actually get
sleep."  My mother stopped at the base of the stairs to hear her answer.

	"Sure thing, Beth."  She smiled at my mother as she went up the
stairs.

	I took a sip of water and looked over at Carol who looked like she
might be starting to cry.  "You can go sleep in my bed, Carol, and I'll
take the couch."

	Carol then started to sob, tears raining as she had been looking
down at the floor.  Not the reaction I was expecting.  I grabbed a napkin
and slid over to her, handing it to her.  She took it, but only continued
to sob harder.  I reached my arm around her, "No one's mentioned how your
heart's been broken.  I'm sorry, Carol."  I leaned my head down to see her
reaction.

	She sniffled hard, and after she dabbed her eyes a few times and
caught her breath, she turned to me, "Oh, that got broken a month ago when
I found out.  I'm not crying about that."

	"Then, what is it?"

	She laughed at that, and then put a hand to her mouth.  "You're
such a sweet, young man."  She sniffled again before continuing, "Why don't
we both sleep in your bed, and we'll make sure that it is true."

	"Make what true?

	She giggled.  "You know, the baby," she said, making a pregnant
belly with her hand.

	"Oh, right."  That was all it took, my hard-on grew so fast, it
made both of our eyes bug out.

	"Your mother was right when she said Godpole.  C'mon," she said,
grabbing my hand and racing upstairs with me in tow.  She didn't stop until
we were in front of my bed and she pulled me in close for a kiss.  I heard
her moan when my cock flexed against her belly.  She pulled away from the
kiss and held my head, "I need you to understand that, I'm very tired, and
there's a chance I might fall asleep during.  It's nothing against you,
just something that's happened a few times before, but I don't want you to
stop, okay?"

	I have to admit, the thought of fucking her in her sleep made my
cock strain so hard, but I nodded in agreement and she went and laid on her
left side and patted the bed behind her.  I laid next to her, and she
lifted her upper leg a bit to allow me better access.  She put it back down
when it got all the way inside, and I began with short, light thrusts.
"That's perfect, Danny.  Will you run your fingers through my hair?"

	I repositioned my left arm to reach her hair, and I stroked it,
putting my right hand on her upper hip.

	She let out a long moan of pleasure, "Now keep that pace, and just
don't stop until you fill me up."

	"Mmm-hmm," was all I could say.  It was so hot, because I could
tell she wanted me to fuck her in her sleep, and I concentrated on
maintaining my pace and stroking her hair.  It wasn't long before I felt
her pussy loosen up, and her breathing slowed.  Occasionally, she would
lightly moan, and I knew she was asleep.  Oh, fuck!  I quickened my pace
just a little, and that was all I could handle.  I did my best to be quiet
and not to slam into her when my orgasm hit, but she woke up for a moment
and had a small orgasm.

	When I finished pumping my seed into her, I went to roll over, but
she grabbed my ass, "No, please stay inside of me."

	I shifted a bit to get more comfortable and kissed her on the
shoulder.  She moaned and we soon fell asleep.