Sperm Donor Son

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This is a really old one, but it was a goody

Tanya Taylor
36
Long red, curling hair
Tanned
5 ft 11 in
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35-31-36dd

Tanya was laying out by her pool, in a swimsuit to small for her, her breasts practically shoved in, but she hadn't gone shopping this swimsuit season yet.

She was laying there and thinking. She'd had her son when she was 16, and now he was just turning 20. He was stong, handsome, and everything else a woman would want in a man, or in a son. He would be leaving home soon and she had begun yearning for another child. One like her son.

Her dilema was she didn't want to go through any fertility procedures, and couldn't think of someone who would be willing to fuck her and get her pregnant. She also wasn't the type of woman to randomly fuck strange men. So, how she was going to get pregnant was perplexing her.
 
Jack ambled out to the backyard to get a swim, and he slowed a bit when he saw his mom there. He didn't realize she was home. Oh well, he thought. He felt his swim trunks tighten as he saw her in her small swimsuit and thought about what a body she had, even if she was his mom. In fact, if she weren't his mom... . He stopped himself. It didn't matter, because she was his mom and he wouldn't let himself think of her like that.

He stripped off his t-shirt in one fluid stroke as he called to her.

"How's the water?" He smiled.
 
Tanya smiled as he came out, let herself admire her son.

He asked asked her how the water was.

She chuckled, "I wouldn't know. I haven't gone in, not even a little toe."
 
Tanya laughed.

"No, not shy, just not anxious to get all wet." At least not that kind. She thought ruefully.

"Why? Are you trying to get your mother wet?"
 
He felt his face blush, as he had to turn himself somewhat away from her. He was starting to react in his trunks to seeing just how tight her suit was on her. Her ambiguous jab at him added to it.

'Better hit that water', he thought to himself. He walked by her and to the water's edge, looking back before he dove in to see her staring at his backside.

It surprised him.
 
Tanya, stop it. She scolded herself, as she stared at his taut rear.

You are his mother, you should be ashamed.

Then there was that other voice in her head, he's young and probably very virile and potent.
 
He dove in the pool and felt the cool water consume him.

"Are you trying to get your mother wet? " She had asked.

He swam under water for a moment and thought about that. She had to have meant what he thought she meant, he concluded. He started to the surface and felt his cock throb even though the water had cooled him.

He broke to the surface and adjusted his eyes to where she was laying a short distance from him. The water circled to where his chest was. He grinned wickedly at her.

"Well, did I get you wet yet?" He immediately worried that he'd gone too far with his remark and wished he could take it back. He felt at times like he was cool and clever, but she was his mother after all.
 
"No, your splash didn't reach me." Tanya replied absently.

She turned her head and looked at him, he really was a handsome young man. She thought proudly.
 
He felt let down as she said he didn't splash her.

'Maybe I was wrong after all,' he thought.

He swam vigorously a couple of laps to try to calm the thickness that had been in his trunks.

When he again surfaced at the wall of the pool closest to her, he put his arms on it and gazed at her.

'Wow, if only she wasn't my mom', he thought, as he looked at her breasts rise and fall with her breath. 'What must she be like?' He wondered and stopped himself when he felt that familiar twitch below.
 
"Jack...are you okay?" Tanya asked, staring at her son as she had been, she noticed his behavior change slightly.

She moved the louge chair so she was propped up just a bit more, her breasts jiggling in the process.
 
"Uh, yeah," he stammered as he caught himself staring at her. "Sure."

"You looked deep in thought. Anything you want to talk about?" He asked.
 
Tanya blushed.

"Oh nothing you want to hear about I'm sure."

What son would want to hear such things about how his mother wanted to find a man to impregnate her.
 
"Hey, sure I want to hear," he urged suddenly concerned. "You are always there for me. I like how we can bounce anything off each other, you know?"

He stood straight in the pool now and the water settled to just above his waist as he did.
 
Tanya bit her lip.

"Well...I've been thinking about having another baby." She admitted to him.
 
"Mom, that's great," he smiled, taken back but relieved that it was that and not worse. "You should. It'd be a great thing. Richard's gotta be happy."

He wasn't sure if she was even still dating that deadbeat Richard any more.
 
"For heaven's sake, not with Richard...he's worse than your father." Tanya made a face.

"I don't know with who yet. I'm kind of hoping to find someone who will work...well mostly like a sperm donor."
 
He breathed a sigh of relief. Good, not Richard, he thought.

"A sperm donor?" He asked perplexed. "Are you sure?"

It didn't seem like her, he thought.
 
Tanya shrugged, making her breasts bounce.

"I don't really need a man to raise a child...I raised you alone for most of your life." She pointed out.

"I don't want artifical insemination though."
 
"Yeah, that just doesn't seem right for you," he agreed with her. He grinned inside at the idea that really what they were talking about was her having sex.

"I think it should be the right guy. It's important, don't you think?" He eagerly waited to hear what she'd say.
 
"It is...I don't want a child of a man who is a moron or a jackass...you know. DNA is important." Tanya spoke.

She smiled back at him, "I want a child as good as you...you're father may have been a jerk, but he had good genes."
 
His face brightened at her words.

"Yeah, he did have good genes huh?" Jack nodded proudly. "So, what are you gonna do?" He had a puzzled look on his face.
 
Tanya shrugged, "That's the problem...I don't know. I know some good men, but they are either married or wouldn't be willing to walk away once the deed was done."
 
Jack studied her eyes as best he could.

He wanted to say something positive and helpful. As soon as he spoke next, he worried that he shouldn't have.

"Mom, I want you to know. If I wasn't your son, I... I... well I would help. Really." He blushed some. "I hope that's not horrible. I just mean, I want you to be happy, you know?" He watched for how she would take this.
 
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