One Busy Woman Ch 02

Chapter 2 of Lindsey and her unique family dynamic.

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"Ohhhhhh Tyson, yes baby!," My, now, 9 week pregnancy, in full effect. The morning sickness, the mood swings, and my tits, extremely sensitive, since learning I became pregnant.

"Fuck yes mom!! AHH!! AHH!! fuck yes!! take my dick!!"

Being 11:30pm Saturday night, Its' Tyson's night with me. Ploughing my societally immoral motherly tunnel, plunging my depths, over and over, our bodies slapping against each other intently.

"Harder baby.... yes...yes...fuck me.. fuck it!! oh yes!! My yelps, my cries, echoing off the bedroom walls. Stuttering my way through toe curling orgasm after toe curling orgasm. "Don't.....stop.....baby!!.. God yessssss!!"

Tyson's 240 lbs, not at all muscle, putting to test, the bed frame, the bedsprings, the mellifluous tune the headboard is playing, thump, after incestuous thump. My legs, whorishly lying innocently on the bed, with black high heels on my nylon clad feet. 2 long runs, created by my son being between my legs, down my inner thighs.

My head, lying on the pillow, fingers, holding tightly on his shoulders, the sweat pouring off both of us, as the panting from the young man I'm looking up, gets more more frantic.

"Fuck yea mom, I can fuck this cunt morning, noon, and night; It's... like.... a.... glove...," My middle son's hips slamming down into my pregnant womb.

Slowing down, Tyson says, "Fuck!! I'm worn out!!" Panting, exhausted from, now, our 4th go at it, since I lay Josey down for the night.

With an incestuously, tired chuckle, I unleashed on Tyson, "All the shit you talk, you bragged how you can fuck me all night; what happened Superman, mama's pussy too much for you?" My left hand, the fingers, slovenly running down his side.

The obscene, lewd sight from the mirror that Tyson hung up on the ceiling, witnessing a young black 19 yr old kid, thrusting like mad in the white pussy of the MILF he is enjoying, My eyes, captured his naked body, perspiration showing, like raindrops on a flower petal.

Hearing my mockery, I could see how it affected his ego. With that, he regripped my legs, lifted them up from the position they we're currently in, and with a growl I've never heard from before, he said, "You just gave me my 2nd wind bitch!"

"Uhhhh!!Unnnhhhh!!Unnnn!!!Oh yes! Baby, gawdddd yessssss!" My moans, causing tremors on the windows, reverberating through my bedroom, Tyson took my challenge to heart and the headboard insanely beating the wall.

"Yes!! Tyson Oh yes!! There's my stallion! Breed your mare!!"

His pants, his grunts signalling to me his ultimate finale. Fondly, lovingly, I put my lips to his ear and ordered, "Cum in me baby, overflow my canal."

With that and three more hard thrusts, "Ahhhhhhhhhh Fuuccckkkkkk, Im cummingggg!! Tyson, slamming forward, holding his body still, his balls expelling ejaculate in my metra, his body shaking uncontrollably.

Cooing in his ear, "Just like that baby, every drop in your whore mother." Wave after forbidden wave, cladding my cervix like a firehose in a 4 alarm inferno.

Finally, after what seemed like 10 minutes of shooting his spunk from his humping, slowing down, my fingers running through his afro, "Mmmmmmmmmm, oh Tyson."

The affectionate, steamy, passion from our torrid fuck-a-thon, ended. A 'puhlop' as his deflating organ, left the friendly confines of well fucked orifice, my 2nd born, my lover of the night, collapsed on me, all 240 lbs, trying desperately to catch our breaths.

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Ever since Chase left from his last 10 day leave, a time where we rarely left my bedroom, only extricating ourselves off the worn in mattress, (my body print forever etched in the center of the bed, from all the boys fucking the life out of me) to make food, pee, shower, or more often than not, tend to my daughter Josey. Our routine has gone back to normal.

As soon as Chase leaves, it seems like my legs, never leave my next lovers hands, until he has deposited load after load into my quivering snatch, or painting my 'beautiful' face, with a humdinger of an effort, ridding himself of the blueballs developed from the military brother, who comes home once every few months.

Surprisingly, their grades have gone up, stress levels and anxiety, a distant memory, due to their loving 'Mom with Benefits' lying down on her back, encouraging the young bulls to mount her pregnant body, until they expend their 'ick' deep into her wide open canyon.

From Tyson's wrestling, to Marlon's basketball, and Josey, learning ballet, there is never a dull moment in the Upton household. Trying to keep a certain 4 yr old non privy to the night time escapades proved to be insurmountable.

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One night, Marlon was ploughing me from behind. I was on all 4's, my veil over my face, my lace gloved hands, gripping the sheets, Wearing a ring on my left finger I bought to keep men from hitting on me. My wedding gown was pushed over my waist. Being a Friday, the night the door is fully closed, but never locked, as both of the boys use me all night long, Tyson was suppose to have his bedroom door open, as his room was right across from Josey's.

Down the hall, at the far end, Marlon had my pigtails in his hand, pulling my head back, tits free from the dungeon of my bridal gown, "Fuck yea! Fuck yea!," Every thrust in me, accentuated by his primal grunts.

The bedroom across from Tyson's door opens, and the curious sounds of, "Mama? Mama?" The calls not answered, the inquisitive 4 year old follows the sounds she hears to the end of the hall.

"Oh yes baby!! yess!! Marlonnnnn!! yes baby!! The intrinsic grunts, violent in nature, being waylayed on my backside, balls deep in my ravished cunt, testicles bouncing off my butt and the tan pantyhose, loosely on my legs.

Stopping at the door, thinking mama is somehow being hurt, she opens the door and walks in. Not knowing of her presence, her older brother, is having a field day, churning up another load of pent up frustration from basketball practice.

My pigtails, firmly in my 18 yr old sons grasp, I open my eyes for a split second, Marlon, slowing his pumping. Out secret has been foiled.

"Marly, baby, stop!" I plead, realizing the one person I didn't want privy to our relationship, was standing at the door.

Releasing my hair and pulling out of me, Marlon grabs the quilt from our bed and wraps his body, joint secretions and all, in it.

As he pulled out, as I was adjusting my body, my wedding dress flowed back over my lower region, covering up the evidence of destruction being put forth by the covered up male.

"Josey! What are you doing in here!?"

Kicking off my white heels, I whisk her out of my bedroom. Gingerly walking her down the hall to her bedroom, I stop at Tyson's door. "Tyson!!," Anger building up in my fatigued, enercated body. "Did you not hear Josey come out of her room?!"

Ignoring me, listening to his rap music, I huffed, slammed his bedroom door, and took Josey back to her bedroom. Putting her back in her bed, I quietly spoke to her, "Honey, you NEED to stay here; DO NOT COME OUT OF YOUR ROOM." Tucking her in I continued, "Mommy isnt being hurt, Mommy is doing adult things, that you're too young to know." With that I kissed her forehead and told her goodnight.

Finally able to take a breath of relief, I walked back down to my bedroom and Marlon and I finished our intimacy for the night.

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As the months passed, my pregnancy pouch began to show. I ultimately had to buy maternity nylons, (not as silky, but they'll have to do) as the size 'A' I normally wear were not fitting properly from the protruding human growing in my belly. The boys were tiring of doggy style and it was getting increasingly difficult in missionary, even if my legs were in a 'V'. With the frequency of sex waning, blowjobs became more and more prevalent.

If I were washing laundry, I'd drop to my knees. Cooking dinner, on my knees. Coming out of Josey's bedroom after putting her down for the night, On my knees in the hallway. Sure there were nights I'd let them

mount me, but with strict orders, to not collapse ON ME, after finishing in me.

The letters kept coming in from Chase. The ones to his brothers, were all about the military, his station he's currently located at, sports, music, women.

The ones to me, were explicit, scripting out the next time he has leave. Telling me how he loves my 'yelping' every time he thrusts in me. But he also told me he met a young lady as well, in San Diego, where he's stationed.

To say I didnt feel a bit of bitter jealousy was an understatement. What he didnt know, Is I took DNA from all 3 of my boys, and had DNA taking from my baby in me, and learned that Chase is the father of the boy I am carrying. I plan on telling him in person next month when he comes home for 10 days.

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Chase's first night home, I told Marlon and Tyson, I needed to deal with something privately with Chase, but that we were going to the Motel 6 a few miles from here, and they were babysitting Josey tonight. (Its' funny what $100 each will get you, needs wise)

After Chase exploded in my pussy for the first time that night, (Yes he mounted me, and fucked me to several orgasms but was careful about the baby in me), he pulled out of me and I told him we needed to talk and that I something to tell him. Excusing myself to go potty, I was running through my head how I was going to break it to him.

After finishing my businness, I pulled my nylons up to my waist, and waddled back in the room. To see the look of a, now 21 yr old, Lance Corporal, his mother, with her hands on her matronly hips, cum oozing into the gusset of her nylons, and running down her inner thighs, and her big tits just hand off her chest, was rather interesting. "Chase, honey," I said, calm yet nervous in my delivery, "I had DNA done and you are the father of our babies."

Just like that, to the point, i laid it all out there.

"The last time you were here, the amount of times you filled me to the brim, it was bound to happen. I was not sure if it was you or Tyson." Letting out a breath of relief.

Waiting for a response, I asked him what he thought, responding, "Damn mom, really?"

"Yes, really," I interjected. "You didnt think fucking me bareback and my not being on birth control would prevent it, right?"

Like a deer in headlights, and like a typical male, he said, "I fucked a baby into you, wowwww!"

Correcting him I said, "2 actually."

Stoically, I rebutted, "As much cum as you deposited in me, you could have put 10 in me; but yes we conceived 2 children both boys."

Realizing what he'd done he said, "Fuck ma, I got a girlfriend now."

Laughing at the irony, I moved my hands around, "Yet you're in this Motel 6 fucking your mother, Chase!," shaking my head.

"Honey, WE conceived thesechildren together, I expect you to take your responsibility seriously, girlfriend or not," Seeing the colir drsin from his face, I ended with, " So what say you?

Took him all but 3 seconds to grab his phone, dial a number and say, "Yo' Malika, we done, I don't wanna see you no more."

After ending his call he looked me up and down and said, "Ain't no way in hell I'm giving this up." His hand pointing up and down the length of my body. Continuing, he said, "Besides, how do I explain to any girl that I got a baby from my mother?"

Smiling, I lie back on the bed, held my arms out to him, and told him, "Fuck me Corporal, THAT is an order."

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3 months later, I had 2 healthy baby boysvia C-Section, as they were. too big at 10 lbs. 11 oz. to push out of my petite body.

After the requisite 6 weeks, I needed to heal, and 3 months after that on my 39th birthday, I learned I was pregnant again, ultimately carrying triplets. Tyson was found to have fathered them.

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SINCE I WAS ASKED TO WRITE A 2ND PART TO THIS BY A FEW PRIVATE MESSAGES, HERE IT IS. ENJOY.

AGAIN I WOULD LOVE ANY AND ALL FEEDBACK, POSITIVE NEGATIVE, IN HOW I CAN DO BETTER, OR WHAT YOU MAY LIKE ME TO WRITE ABOUT. ALL I ASK IS YOU TO BE KIND, IM THE ONE WRITING THE STORIES, AND NO IM AGATHA CHRISTIE, IM NOT THAT GOOD LOL THANK YOU