I decided to finish my schooling online. Since it was my senior year, my school had a program where I could finish my last two semesters online. I had to be in class for a couple different weeks throughout the year. But I could stay at Aunt Jean's and take care of her and mom.
Since the three of us had started talking about mom having a baby, my baby, I had been looking at different locations around the country we could move to. We talked about it, almost on a daily basis. The consensus we arrived at was somewhere in Florida. Now it was just a matter of narrowing it down to the town.
The first time I took mom with the intention of impregnating her was the first week in August. It was now mid-October, and apparently my little swimmers hadn't done the job yet. It wasn't that we didn't try almost every day. Even on those days I didn't think I could get it up for the task at hand. Those two sisters knew how to prime my pump. Somedays I felt like I was just a stallion being kept around for breeding purposes. But I wasn't complaining. What guy wouldn't want his cock sucked on in preparation for fucking an eager pussy on an almost daily basis.
I was in the third bedroom, we had turned into a study for me, when I heard a soft rapping on the door. Jean stuck her head in the door. "Can I talk to you for a second?"
I looked over my shoulder at her. "Of course. Come on in."
Jean walked in and stood next to me, laying her hand on my shoulder. She looked at what I was studying. "You're not looking at porn while you're in here, are you?" She asked teasingly, smiling as she did.
I laughed. "Who needs porn when I have two of the horniest sluts in the state?"
Jean laughed. Then bent down and kissed me. "We are that baby. And it's all your fault."
I returned her kiss. "I'm not sure who's more full of shit. You or mom." We both enjoyed the bantering that had become part of our everyday interactions. We both liked to think of it as foreplay. "Now what can I do for you?"
"It's sis. I'm starting to worry about her. The longer it takes for her to get pregnant the more she is stressing about it, and the more she's blaming herself for not being able to bear your baby."
I had seen mom becoming more and more agitated as time passed and she wasn't conceiving. "Why is she blaming herself? Maybe it's me. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be. Maybe it's for the best." I could feel myself getting frustrated and angry. The three of us had talked through this several times already. But mom was hanging on to the only outcome she would accept. Having my baby. Nothing else was acceptable to her.
Jean knelt down beside me, laying her hand on my thigh. "Don't be angry with her baby. I know it's frustrating for you. But you don't understand how badly she has wanted this for so many years. And now the thought of having a baby, only to be denied for whatever reason is just something she can't handle." She took my face in her hands and kissed me. The kiss lingered as I cupped one of her breasts in my hand and lifted it, reveling in its weight and size. Jean and I touched and fondled each other with a regularity most people would not understand. There were times when we did it as part of our foreplay. But many times it was just an expression of the intimacy we shared. I belonged to her, and she belonged to me. What could be more natural than both of us enjoying the other's body. Even if it was just touching. "Your mom and I both know you're doing everything you can to fulfill her desire for a baby." She laid her hand in my lap. "And I'm guessing you're enjoying every minute of it." She said grinning.
I returned her smile as I cupped her breast and squeezed it. Her breasts were like magnets for my hands. "Of course I am. But this is about more than just my pleasure. I'm worried about mom too. And it frustrates the hell out of me she's hanging on to this as though it's the end of the world. I'm tired of hearing her blame herself for something she has no control over." I paused for a second to change subjects. "I've also noticed something else. She's really become a lot more bossy and almost manipulative. I noticed how quickly she shut-down the suggestion of moving to Texas as a possible new location if she gets pregnant."
"Now you're seeing the sister I knew was always there. I'm surprised it took this long for it to come out of her. I think the first month or so with her, she was a little insecure, joining in on our relationship. I was wondering when the real Marissa was going to show up."
"Why didn't you say something before? I would have appreciated a heads-up."
"I'm sorry baby. But I wanted you to see it for yourself. It's the way sis has been her whole life. I remember when we were kids, she always had to be in-charge. Bossing everyone around."
I sat there thinking through what Jean had just told me.
"Can I make a suggestion?" Jean asked timidly.
I smiled at her. "Or course. Apparently you know your sister better than I do."
"Stop allowing her to control this dialogue. Take control of the dialogue and her." Jean squeezed my cock. "I know she's your mom. But that's not what she wants to be. I know my sister. I know what she needs and wants. And that's you baby. Deep down inside, she's always needed a man who will take control of her. That's really what she needs." She gave me a lascivious grin. "I think the bitch needs to be broken by the man she loves. She needs to be reminded who she belongs to. You already told her what her place is in this relationship months ago. Now you need to enforce that."
I sat in silence for a few minutes thinking about what Jean had just told me. I got the whole 'men are from Mars; women are from Venus' thing. I recognized I was somewhat disconnected from my emotions and had that tendency to be overly analytical. And mom was more emotional than her sister. But Jean was right. Since joining our dysfunctional family, mom seem to be always testing the boundaries, she had already quashed the idea of moving to Texas, which Jean and I both liked. But mom was adamant against it. So we dropped it. Now she was trying to control the atmosphere within the home. And that put Jean and I on edge. No more!
"You're right." I leaned forward and kissed her as I squeezed her breast hard, kneading it. "One of the things I love about you. You give me perspective and speak wisdom when I need it." I looked at my watch. "12:30. Where's mom at now?"
"Said she was going to do some shopping. Wouldn't be back for a couple hours." Jean said still kneeling next to my chair.
"Well let me know when she gets back. I'll talk to her then. Remind her who she belongs to now, and what her place is in this family. I know she's not going to like it. But you're number one. I'm going to love you both equally. But you're always going to come first."
"I know she's not going to like that. She may put up a fight too." Jean paused. "I think this is why your father gave up on her. Their wills clashed for years, your father never strong enough to break her. You think you're strong enough to break her baby?"
"I think so. I know I want to keep both of you. So I guess we'll find out."
"Can I make a suggestion?" Jean asked with that naughty smile she liked to flash at me.
