I read a story like this in a dirty book. Wanna know how it turned out?"I stood, removed the tarp from the bed, and said, "I can imagine. I know where...you got the dirty book, too. Well, don't keep me in suspense. I can see you're dying to tell me how it turned out." The Mommy got pregnant."I stopped whipping the sheet out to look at Matt. I couldn't help but smile. I said, "That's the second time you've hinted at me getting pregnant by you. I don't know what you've got on your twisted mind, but. I checked inside. “You lookin’ for something?” asked a voice from behind. She was about five feet tall with a puppet-like face, unflinching emerald eyes, and hair that was sand-colored, hay-thick, and cut to the line of her jaw.“Uh...I was suppose to meet---” She wiggled her finger and turned to walk away. Like some witless cyborg, I followed her to a covered area around back. She wore a backpack that read “ESMS-7” with “Shani” monogramed beneath. Wait. Wait!“ESMS-7”? Middle School? She. She was torn between the shame of enjoying what was happening and the overall pleasure she was experiencing. He felt incredible, she had never felt such raw passion before. With her husband it sex had been pleasant in the beginning, but over the years it became almost routine, and in more recent years it had been a rarity. Even in the best years of their lives, sex had never felt like this. His cock wasn’t much larger than her husbands, but the way he used it was amazing. Every movement. "You might be surprised. And then I'd be in trouble. And if I confess, do you do the same? You going to tell me what you're thinking about when you get that thousand-mile stare while you're fucking me?" I guess that's fair. I thought about that before I asked. Yes, I'll be as straight as you are." How you going to measure that? You can't know if I'm fibbing or not." Well, that goes for me, too. I figure, if it's worth asking, and going through these negotiations," he grinned at her, "isn't it.