Chapter 9
Leo
"Ready for another day?" Mom asked. She was dressed in a tight pencil dress with slits. She wore her hair in loose curls and had also painted her lips ruby red. Her boobs strained against her clothing, making me gawk at her. She looked incredibly seductive, even more so compared to earlier days.
"Yeah," I said. I jumped into the car, and she fired up the engine.
"Our first client will be there in the morning," Mom said. "She's super attractive but has been on antidepressants for the last months."
"Sounds harsh," I said. "Is it always the men's fault?"
"No," Mom said firmly. "There are disorders that can make women infertile. One that's waiting for you is dealing with Polycystic Ovary Syndrome."
"How do you know my seed can help?" I asked. I hadn't gotten much information about our previous clients. I just saw a photo of them and gave Mom an approval. I wasn't picky when it came to looks. So long as the women lived healthily, they were attractive to me.
"Because the last woman you bedded was dealing with the same syndrome, and she became pregnant on the following day," Mom said with a grin. She patted my thigh. Her soft hand made my cock stir. When I heard that Isabella couldn't work for a week, I immediately thought of replacing her with Mom. I wasn't sure how to talk to Mom about it though. With the exception of the direct deposits, I wasn't looking forward to this day as much. Even if I couldn't complain about an unlimited amount of fucking, the best part of this job was definitely the taboo sex.
I wasn't sure if I could masturbate into a cup by myself. I had struggled when I tried it at Isabella's place. At the same time, I didn't want to disappoint Mom.
Mom pulled into the clinic. Right when she was about to pull up the handbrake, she laid her hand right on my crotch. My eyes widened, and we exchanged glances. "Sorry about that," she said, and her entire face became red as a tulip.
"It's okay," I said. It wasn't as awkward as I thought it would be. I wondered if she did that unconsciously. She'd never accidentally touched me like that before. I tried not to think about it, but I knew it would be difficult.
We jumped out of the car. At the entrance, the woman, who I was going to impregnate, was already waiting for us.
"See there," Mom said and jerked her head at her. "She's already arrived."
She must be desperate. I knew I had to be nice to her. She stood there in a skirt and a tight top. She was on the slimmer side but glowed with youth and beauty. Her tits were quite big and prominent on her athletic body. She had brown glittery hair and had applied a modest amount of makeup on her face. Upon seeing me, she aimed her eyes at me. I smiled. I knew when a woman found me attractive, and I knew already we would have a good time.
*****
I grabbed the woman's hips and kept pushing my cock in and out of her tight pussy. I had forgotten her name. All I knew was that she was number four on my breeding list. She moaned for every thrust as my cock disappeared in her wet heat. She wrapped her arms around my back and pulled me closer, begging me not to stop.
Her jaw had dropped when she saw the thickness and size of my manhood. It was a typical reaction, but after I'd let her touch, feel and taste it, she was on her knees and pleaded me to put it inside. She was convinced by the healthy colors of my balls that I had the potency to impregnate her, a task that no one else had accomplished.
I let out a savage cry as I pushed all the way to the hilt. My orgasm came like a sudden tsunami, and I flooded her interior white and creamy, shooting buckets of cum. I pulled out, dragging a river of buttermilk with me and shot the rest over her athletic body, striking her boobs and chin. My eyes flitted back to her cum-drenched hole, and I pushed my erection inside, my cum lubricating her vagina.
She let go of me and slumped back. "Oh, Leo, that was amazing," she said and regained her breath. "Do you think I'll have a baby now?"
I hated making promises, but I was confident because of the prior results. "Our success rate has been one hundred percent so far," I said and resorted to micro-fucking her. "But we are in the early stages."
"That sounds convincing," she said, letting out a sigh. "Either way, it was nice getting fucked by a young man."
"You'll get your money back if the treatment doesn't succeed."
"I would pay billions for a baby," she said and became emotional, tears welling in her eyes. "It's not fun seeing all your friends play around with their children while you end up all alone."
I understood where she came from. No one liked being left behind. I couldn't imagine growing old without having any sons or daughters around. Luckily, I would already have plenty.
I slowly pulled out my cock again. It just felt so good to have it stuffed inside a woman. Sometimes I wanted to keep it there for several hours. I snatched a towel and helped clean her body since I had made a mess on her. She flicked her eyes to me. "You fire a lot," she said. She wiped some cum from her breasts and shoved it in her mouth as if it were a delicacy.
It was what they all said. "Strong seed," I said.
"Uhm, yeah, but this was a really big load."
I chuckled. "Big enough to fertilize your eggs."
I escorted her to the shower, and I helped her with some additional cleaning. An assisted shower wasn't mandatory, but our clients always appreciated it, and so did I.
When she was all clean and shiny, I gave her a towel. She dried herself and put on her clothes. "You guys are so service-oriented."
"We didn't get five stars for nothing," I said. I led her out to the door. "Don't forget to notify us when you have the results."
"Of course not," she said. "Either way, it was an experience being intimate with a younger and hotter guy like you."
I just smiled for the ego boost and waved her goodbye. I watched her ass sway inside her skirt for a little before closing the door. This work was a thousand times better than running that stressful fitness channel. I hadn't felt this happy in a long time. I had never believed it would be possible to have sex with so many women without envy or jealousy ruining it all. I had experienced that with my prior relationships. The only thing that was missing was my mother. I couldn't stop thinking of her. I had to masturbate now in the containers, and it was something I didn't look forward to.
I went to her office, and she was typing something on the keyboard. "What are you up to?"
"Answering emails," she said, smiling at me. "I'm overwhelmed by all the positivity you are spreading."
"Trust me, I'm also satisfied with this job."
"It isn't all about fucking though," Mom said. "Exactly what that young lady said. You are very service-oriented. You've learned a lot at such a young age."
"Wouldn't have been possible without your wisdom," I said, making a blush spread on her cheeks. I grabbed the containers from the shelf. "I guess the fun is over for now."
"Isabella still said she could find time in the evening to examine it," Mom said.
"Alright," I said. I thought she would say something else, but I had accepted she would be gone for a week. "Either way, we don't have much of a choice."
Mom lowered her gaze, and it seemed to bother her. I knew it bothered me that I didn't have the guts to say it in front of her. I knew the seed would even be stronger if she gave me a helping hand, but currently, I was too big of a coward to say it.
