“It wasn’t the ‘getting pregnant’ part that bothered me. It was the who was going to get me pregnant part that I decided to take total control over. I wanted the man who ended up getting me pregnant to be someone who I loved and admired,” Lacey looked directly into my eyes while she was saying that to me.
“And that’s when I reached out to Mom when I got here, and I asked her if she thought that you might agree to fuck me, and become the father of my baby.
“And her reply was that she would ask you when you got here, which she did. And now we’re well on our way to having a baby together. Isn’t that great?”
Mom jumped in, “Please don’t get your hopes up too high, Lacey. I wasn’t using any birth control when your father starting fucking me in front of my husband, doing the cuckold thing with us. And it took almost four months of Ben fucking me at least two to four times a week, before he finally got me pregnant with you.”
“Wow! That’s a real bummer! I’m sorry to hear that,” Lacey remarked.
“Well, I wasn’t,” our mother admitted, “You see, you’ll never get pregnant if you actively try to get pregnant. That’s just Mother Nature’s cruel joke on us women.
“So instead, if you’re wanting to make a baby, the only real way to accomplish that is to stop using any form of birth control. In other words, you just stop trying to prevent pregnancy, and then go on about your business of having unprotected intercourse with a man.
“And that’s exactly what you’ve been doing this last couple of days with Carl. And if it’s meant for you to get knocked up by him, you will. If not, you could let Carl fuck your totally-unprotected pussy for the rest of your child-bearing years, and still not get pregnant.
“And unfortunately, that’s the honest-to-God truth, as I know it to be. If I’m lying, I’m dying.”
“Wow, Mom. Why are you being such a Debbie Downer about all this?” my sister asked.
“Because I don’t want to see you get disappointed and hurt if you leave here, after having had several wads of your bother’s sperm in your pussy, and no baby to show for your efforts. What would you do in that situation?”
“Well, I guess that after I got back home, I’d just have to find some other man to try to make a baby with, because I certainly don’t want to have my husband’s child inside my womb, if I’ve got anything to say about it.”
“Sweetie, may I make a suggestion. From now on, when it comes birth control, why don’t you start thinking reactively, instead of proactively?”
“What are you talking about, Mom?”
“I’m saying that you should stop trying to prevent pregnancy, unless your husband fucked you, in which case, since you don’t want his baby, all you have to do is go down the next day to your local pharmacy and take a morning-after pill–you know, that Plan B stuff–and voila, no worry about Tim ever getting you pregnant, just as long as you can get to the pharmacy the very next day, or even the day after that.
“Keep in mind that you don’t need to visit a doctor to get those morning-after pills. You can buy them right over the counter. And they are actually effective for up to a week after a guy has put his sperm in your pussy. It says so right on the package.”
“How do you know that, Mom?”
“Because I always worried that you might have unprotected intercourse as a young girl, and end up with a wad of your boyfriend’s sperm in your totally-unprotected pussy. And I needed to know what my options were to help you, just in case you ever needed it.”
Lacey paused for a moment and then said to Mom, “Please don’t get mad at me, but I already had to take the morning-after pill, back in my senior year of high school. It’s just that I never told you about it, because I didn’t want you to worry about me.
“Do you remember when I came up to you and asked you to take me to Doc Evans’ office, so that I could get on The Pill, and I told you that me and my boyfriend at the time were planning on having sexual intercourse?”
“Of course, I remember that. What mother wouldn’t? Your boyfriend’s name was James, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, ma’am. That was him. Well, what I didn’t tell you back then was that James and I were already having sexual intercourse. And we had been fucking for several months by that time. But I had been making sure that James always used a condom whenever we were fucking.”
“Don’t tell me. Let me guess,” Mom said. “The condom either broke, or somehow slipped off, while James was fucking you, right?
“It didn’t just slip off. We were right in the middle of fucking, and James’ dick accidentally slipped out of me, just like guys’ dicks do from time to time. At least I thought that was what had happened.
“But I later found out that James had pulled his dick out of me on purpose, so that he could secretly pull the condom off of his dick, and then stick his dick back in my pussy.
“He later admitted to me that he had done that, because he just wanted to know what my bare vagina felt like wrapped around his penis. And he said that he had planned on pulling out of me, right before he started cumming.
“As soon as James stuck his bare dick back inside my fuck-hole, I could tell that something felt strange and different to me. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but James’ dick felt so much better inside my pussy than it ever had before.
“I don’t know what James’ true intentions were, regarding the ‘pulling out of me before ejaculating’ part. All I do know is that he did the exact opposite, and rammed his dick all the way up inside me, before he started cumming all over my uterus.
“And I felt my vagina suddenly get warmer and much wetter than it already was. That’s when I realized that James didn’t have a condom around his dick anymore, and that he was fertilizing my totally-unprotected womb.
“But I was already way too turned-on to even try to stop him from doing it. In fact, by the time I realized that James was actually ejaculating his sperm inside my pussy, I found myself not wanting him to stop.
“Instead, without even thinking about it, I grabbed his butt-cheeks in my hands, and pulled him deeper into me while he was cumming. And I was so turned-on by this whole unexpected experience that I was cumming at the same time as he was. And the thought that James might be getting me pregnant never even crossed my mind.
“Not until after James finished fertilizing me, and he pulled out of me. At that point, I began mentally freaking out about the fact that James might have just gotten me pregnant. But I kept my cool outwardly as best as I could. Besides, I also realized there was really nothing that I could do about having a vagina full of sperm at that moment.
“I reached down into my own pussy and I felt the thick sperm slowly oozing out of my vagina and dripping down onto the sheets between my legs. I scooped up some of the sperm onto my fingertips, and I pulled my hand up to my face to look at the sperm.
“I’m sure James saw the shocked look on my face while I was staring at the sperm on my fingertips. And that’s when he apologized to me for his having secretly removed the condom from around his dick, without asking me first if I was okay with him doing that.
“And I told him that what he had done was underhanded, but that I was okay with it, because I figured that one of these times, the condom was bound to break, or slip off, anyway.
“When James started to get up out of bed after fucking me for that first time ever without using any birth control, I stopped him from getting dressed, when I told him that I wanted him to go ahead and fuck me again, since the damage had already been done. And I suggested to him that we might as well go ahead and enjoy ourselves a little longer.”
“You mentioned that your were in bed with James. Who’s bed were you in? His?” Mom asked Lacey.
“Yours, actually. We were having sex in your bedroom after we both came home from school that day, and you and Dad were still at work.”
“Wow! I didn’t see that one coming!” Mom remarked. “Well, did James go ahead and fuck you again without using any birth control, like you asked him to?”
“Yes, ma’am. And he didn’t just fuck me again, either. He actually fucked me two more times after that very first time, before we got up out of bed and got dressed.
“I couldn’t believe how much sperm James ended up releasing inside my baby-making hole that afternoon! The thick white sperm just kept on slowly oozing out of my vagina, and eventually soaking the sheets on your bed so badly that I had to change them out for fresh ones, before you or Dad got home that day.
“The very next day after my little accident, I had one of my girlfriends drive me to the pharmacy after school so that I could buy a morning-after pill and take it as soon as possible.
“That same evening is when I asked you to make an appointment to take me to the doctor so that I could get on The Pill. And that was because I knew that James and I were going to continue to fuck, and that he was spoiled now–and so was I–because we both knew now what the ‘real thing’ felt like, and what an awesome experience it was.”
“I’ve got one more question for you,” Mom said to Lacey. “If you knew that using a condom as your only form of birth control was so risky–and I agree with you by the way on that one, because condoms suck as a method of birth control, in my opinion–why did you keep on fucking James while only using condoms, instead of coming to me to get on The Pill, like you eventually ended up doing anyway?”
“Looking back on it all, I now believe that fucking while using only condoms was actually addictive for me at the time, because of how undependable and dangerous they were. I know that sounds weird. But it felt like I was playing Russian Roulette, with my cervix being the target, and James’ dick being the gun. And that was super-exciting to me back then. Probably because I had never had a guy’s sperm up inside my vagina before.
“So each time, when James pulled out of me after he finished fucking me, and I saw his condom-covered dick afterwards, with all his sperm held safely inside that little nipple tip at the end of the condom, I always felt relieved.
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