BABIES 101
It was my mother who actually started this whole thing, believe it or not. Mom is a nurse and everyone in the family just naturally runs to her with all their medical problems. She even got me patched up last year when I wrenched my shoulder playing rugby.
Mom had called last Saturday and asked if we could have lunch. I thought she meant her and my family; but apparently she had other ideas. She asked to meet me at a local Starbucks...alone. Talk about a piqued curiosity; that was it.
Mom and I met, and over a latte and a bagel mom laid out a story I had never dreamed I would be involved in. I mean, it isn't everyday your mother asks you to impregnate your sister; or in this case sisters.
Me, I'm about as ordinary as you get; at least I always considered myself to be; but it seems I did have one hidden talent even I didn't know about; to explain that I need to give a little bit of family history.
My name is Ray Compton and I'm about to turn thirty. Life has been pretty decent for me. I married my high school sweetheart at twenty; and over three years three kids popped out. The last round my wife Dee figured we were done; so she did the tubal thing right after the delivery. We figured that saved money and was easier; and before all the women out there yell, it was HER choice.
Anyway; I have three sisters; Angel, Carrie and Belle. If you haven't figured it out yet my mom is a big movie fan and named us after television or movie people. But back to my story; my sisters are all younger than me. Angel is twenty-six, Carries is twenty-two and Belle is now twenty.
All three are now married; but none have kids. Not through lack of trying I was to learn. The interesting thing you as a reader should know; is my father...is not their father. I was from mom's first marriage; where she wound up pregnant at eighteen, gave birth to me at nineteen; and was divorced at twenty. Why? Try two other babies; his but not hers.
You got it, my dad was very much on the fertile side; and liked his variety of pussy. Mom remarried and that is where my sisters came from. Yeah I know, half sisters; but when you spend your life growing up; they are as much my sisters as anything else.
So, enough history; back to Starbucks. We had been there about fifteen minutes, catching up on a few things; when mom literally dropped a bombshell from left field.
"Ray, I wanted to ask" she looked at me. "You know Angel has been trying to have a child."
"Yeah" I nodded. "She talks about it; a lot" I said.
"Yeah" mom nodded back. "Did you know Carrie and Belle are trying as well?"
"No, that I didn't know." I sipped my latte.
"Well" mom fidgeted with her cup. "They...all three...seem to have a very similar problem."
I just sat silent, I figured she needed space to get everything out; it seemed to make her nervous. Finally she looked up at me and continued.
"I took some samples in." she said quietly.
"What kind of samples?" I asked.
"Samples...you know...sperm." She fidgeted again.
"How did you get them?" I was surprised. I didn't see any of my he-man brother-in-laws voluntarily submitting to a question of their vitality.
"Blowjobs are very effective" she smiled.
"Holy shit" I almost feel out of my chair.
First, that mom would be so blunt about sex; I mean she had always been the conservative rock in my house. That she would admit my sisters had deceived their husbands just stunned me.
"Your sisters wanted to know, I told them I needed a sample" she looked at me with red cheeks. "I told them to give a blowjob, go to their bathroom and save the samples." My God she was cute when she was embarrassed.
"I take it the results weren't promising" I said slowly.
Mom snorted. "The highest didn't pass eight or nine million." She said.
"Which means?" I had no idea what she meant.
"The normal is between 15 at low and 200 million at high" she said.
"Oh" I thought about it. "Oh shit" I said softly as the numbers sank in.
"Yeah" mom nodded. "Low count is not the word."
"So what are they planning, invetro?" I asked.
"They would" mom agreed. "Except none of their husbands know they sent the samples."
"Oh fuck" I whispered. Just the idea of breaking that news to any of those three was not a good image.
"The interesting thing was; my last sample." Mom looked up at me.
"What?" OK she was hinting now I realized.
"It was over 300 million." She just stared at me.
"Well that's a baby making factory" I laughed. "Did you tell whichever of my sisters?"
"I didn't need to" mom just stared harder. "She already knew...she has three children."
"Has three...what??" I just looked at her. "Me? But how..."
"Dee was very helpful" mom gave a weak smile.
I tried to remember our last few sessions; after all we still fucked like rabbits, I have to admit it. What was it three or four days ago, Dee had finished me with her mouth; and then disappeared into the bathroom. I had assumed she had swallowed, I mean that woman LOVED cum.
Suddenly, it was like the light bulb came on in my head. Three men who all had low counts; unaware; and with one man who had exceptionally high counts; holy shit.
"Mom, are you suggesting..." I couldn't even get the words out.
"As a matter of fact...no" she looked into my eyes. "Your wife is."
"Dee...what...how..." I was shocked.
"You know how precious those kids are to her" mom smiled at the thought. "The idea your sisters can't share in that joy..." she looked back at me. "Your wife...is offering your...services. I'm just the broker if you will."
"Oh my God" I whispered.
"I would say this is some kind of sick joke" I said hoarsely. "But it isn't, is it?" I asked.
"Why don't you go home and ask your wife." Mom said softly.
"She's with the kids at the park." I said lamely.
"No." mom stared at me. "Angel has the kids. Your wife is at home naked in your bed, waiting for you."
Mom rose from her chair and stared at me. "This is up to you Ray, I'm just the messenger." She reached down and rested her hand on my shoulder.
"All I will say, is having you kids; was the four best things that ever happened in my life." Mom sighed. "If I could have another one, I would." She looked at me. "To be told you will never have children...to never know that joy...would break my heart."
Mom leaned down and kissed the top of my head. "I love you baby" she whispered; and then she was gone.
I sat there for another five or ten minutes, trying to digest what she had said. Everything seemed like it was from a dream. That Dee had even been a part of this was what so totally threw me for a loop.
