In order to get pregnant, my wife, the doctor, had prescribed herself fertility drugs. The effect they had on her was amazing. Not only was she hornier than ever, but her breasts, which we already a 38D, swelled to a 38 DD, not that I was complaining. I was getting fucked on a regular basis, trying like hell to impregnate my wife. But as hot as it was, it was becoming a lot of work, and I was itching for her breasts to become milky udders, and her belly round and stretched already.
In May my wife's sister, Darlene, found out that she had been accepted to Marlborough, a prestigious all girls' school for her senior year of high school, and her parents invited us to dinner to celebrate. Contrary to most people, I like my in-laws, Dan and Donna. Dan is a firefighter and Donna is a realtor. They're really cool and laid back people—they'd have to be to raise such a great girl as Dana. With my family being back in Minnesota, Donna's been like a mother to me, albeit a ridiculously hot one. She is what I hope Dana will be in twenty years. She's 45 (she had Dana when she was 16) but she doesn't look a day over 35. She attributes this to the fact that she doesn't care what she looks like. This, she says, doesn't cause wrinkles. I don't care what it is, she looks hot.
We arrived at my in-laws house around 6:30, potato salad in tow. Donna answered the door and the sight of her nearly caused me to drop the bowl. She was wearing a low cut tank top that showed off those gorgeous tits and a short jean skirt that showed off her legs.
"Hi kids," she greeted us warmly, hugging and kissing us each in turn. She smelled great, like vanilla and Budweiser. Donna liked to drink while she cooked, and I could tell she was already a little tipsy.
"I'll take that," Donna said, taking the salad. "Help yourself to drinks, there's chips and salsa, but dinner will be ready in a minute." We headed into the kitchen for a visit. Dana and I sat at the bar while Donna sat at the kitchen table.
"Where's daddy?" Dana asked as she opened a beer for me and one for herself.
"Oh, Dan took Darlene to buy a car," Donna said dismissively. "I dropped them off at the dealership an hour ago."
"A car!" Dana exclaimed. "He made me buy my own car, and it was a piece of crap!"
"Well he isn't buying her a Ferrari," Donna amended. "But Marlborough is a lot farther away than Jefferson High, and she's gonna need transportation."
"Just why is she changing high schools in her senior year?" I asked. "Doesn't Darlene want to be with all her friends?"
"It was something she and Dan decided," Donna answered. "I had no part of it. But I something tells me we're going to find out when her report card comes."
"Bad grades and a car?" Dana whined. "I am so the red-headed step child." The phone rang and Donna excused herself to answer it. I looked over at Dana as she chugged down her beer. The air conditioning was making her nipples hard, and I took the opportunity to snag a little suckle through her top.
"Se-eth," she admonished. "My mother is right there."
"I know," I said with a leer, and continued my assault.
"Uh, Dana?" I looked up guiltily and saw Donna poking her head in. "Dad wants to talk to you." Dana sent me a dirty look as she slid off the stool and took the phone from her mother. Donna came in and poured herself a wine cooler.
"Dad wants me to go to the dealership," Dana explained.
"Uh-oh, you think everything's okay?" I asked.
"I'm sure it's just to keep me from killing Darlene," she said grabbing her purse. "I'll be back." I waved good bye as Dana walked out the door.
"So, Seth, how's the law firm?" she asked.
"Uh, okay, I guess," I answered, getting myself another beer. "I'm still on the partner fast track, but honestly I probably won't it until someone quits or dies."
Donna laughed and I was struck by how much Dana got from her.
"And, aside from that, how are things?" she asked.
"Well, I don't know if Dana told you or not, but we're going to have a baby."
