The Surrogate Mother

[dementedpaki]

The Surrogate Mother, Part One; The Suggestion


I had just finished inside my wife. We lay there in our bed, covered it sweat. She was on top of me with her head resting on my shoulder and both of us were recovering out breathing. She moved a little pushing her face against mine, cheek to cheek. Slowly kissing part of my next she had access to. We remained like that, locked in each other's arms for good thirty or so minutes. She finally raised her head, planting multiple wet kisses on my mouth and face. Her dark brown hair cascading down on my face and around. I gently moved her hair out of the way to pull her in a kiss. When the light hit her face, I could see that twinkle in her eyes that she always has, the afterglow if you will. She came back down again for another kiss. Slowly pulling away, but not all the way, she rested her nose on mine and let out a chuckle. I wrapped my arms around her with a smile. Planting another kiss, she said: What time are you going to be leaving tomorrow with mom? I looked at the clock and said: Umm... noon, I think? Looking back at her, I continued: Why? What happened? She shifted a little, pulling the summer blanket over us and said: Nothing, I was... I have been thinking... about us. I let out a chuckle and said: This is a very bad time to break-up, just so you know.

   She giggled, smacking my shoulder and said: Shut up!!! I am not breaking up with you. Responding with a smile of my own, I said: You said that you have been thinking about us. You know how that conversation usually ends right? Still giggling she came down heavy for an intense kiss. Shoving her tongue down my throat, her tongue dancing with my tongue. She pulled away and said: I said shut up about it. I am not breaking up with you. I let out a laugh and said: Fine, my lord. Ok. What have you been thinking about? She looked into my eyes for a moment or two and then moved her face back to my shoulder. There was a brief silence, she then said: How are things with mom? Gently caressing her back, I squeezed her a little and said: You have not asked me that ever. Everything ok? There was another brief pause. She moved her arms over my shoulders and tightened her embrace. I knew she had something to say, I just did not know what. She usually does this when she is about to say something outlandish. I repeated: Mom is fine, everything is fine. You live here with us, you know that. She nodded her face still on my shoulder and said: That is not what I mean. I lowered my face into her shoulder, biting her neck, I said: Ok, then please elaborate. I do not read minds.

   She snuggled against my neck and whispered: That is not what I meant. She paused for a moment, almost like working up the courage to say it, she whispered: I meant, behind the closed doors, when you two are not mother and son. I tightened my embrace around her and said: You have never asked me that, even when you found out. She shook her head and said: No, but I pushed you towards her back in Canada. I was afraid of what the people around here on the farm would see. I did not want you or her to do anything stupid here. I did not respond, I thought I was being interrogated, may be even a punishment was coming. I wish I was right. She did not pull away or shy away form the kisses or intimacy, I said: Are you mad at me? Do you want me to stop? She shook her head, I pushed a little more and said: I mean, I am technically cheating on you. I would understand if you did. She shook her head again, this time she pulled back a little, looking into my eyes, she whispered: It was me who suggested it to begin with, stop with that already. She paused a little, her eyes turning a little red and misty. She said: Baby, I cannot give you a child, you know that. I pulled her closer, rolling to my side, I covered her up with the blanket, an instinctive move to protect her from her emotions.

   I gently caressed her face, planting a peck on her forehead and whispered: Listen, we dont have to talk about that, ever. I know it is a sensitive subject and that is why I avoid it. She shook her head, a muffled sniffle leaving her, she pushed her face into my chest and whispered: Baby, I can NOT give you an heir for your estate. And, your grandma has already suggested a second marriage. Caressing her back, I whispered: Stop, ok? Please stop, you are only hurting yourself, and I have no intention of taking another wife. I hope you know that. She nodded in my chest, collecting herself, she said: What if... What if I was... What if there was... another way? She pulled back looking into my eyes with those big pretty eyes that turn my knees into wet noodles. She continued: I AM going to be the mother of your child. What if there was another way? I looked at her for a moment, bracing myself for whatever it was she was about to say next. I said: Listen, I dont know what you are thinking, but please make sure you understand that I am NOT looking to replace you. I am not looking to take another wife, OR have your value taken from my life. I love you, I hope you know that. Hearing that a smile appeared on her face and she threw herself on me locking me in a deep kiss.

   A few moments later when she pulled away, trying to catch her breath. She whispered: I have always fallen for the way your express yourself to me. She paused looking down for a moment, she then raised her eyes, looking into mine, she said: But, I want to hold your child in my arms. I want to kiss him, and love him, and shower him with affection. I want another you in my life. She move forward planting another brief kiss on my lips and said: What if we looked into... She bit her lower lip and hid her face on my shoulder, moving her leg over my waist, she held me as tight as she could. With that I knew whatever it was, whatever she was about to say, that she had been thinking about. She knows it is huge. She held me like I was going to walk out of the room as soon as I heard it. I reciprocated holding her just as tightly and said: Say it. Say whats on your mind. She whispered: What if... we looked into a surrogate? There was another silence, this one far more uncomfortable. I said: A... surrogate? I mean... I know this is Pakistan and there are people down on their luck who would be willing to do that as long as we dont turn them into a show and play with their self-respect. Her embrace grew tighter, I leaned in for another kiss on her head.

   She was quiet, too quiet. What I did not know was that she was working up the courage to request insanity. I spoke again and said: Do you have someone in mind? Here or maybe back in Canada? She shook her head, and it was nearly imperceptible. I caressed her head and said: Do you want me to start asking around here? Or do you want me to get in touch with a few of my friends back in Canada? She shook her head again, I said: Ok... Do you have someone in mind? She gave ne an imperceptible nod. I waited but nothing came. I said: Do you want to tell me who it is? She didnt say anything for a few moments, she then got out of my arms, out of bed hiding her face with her waist length dark brown hair and turned off the light. She climbed back into bed and my embrace, trembling. Finally working up the courage to speak, but her voice was below a whisper, I couldnt hear or understand her. I said: I didnt hear you, what? She mumbled again and again, I didnt understand. I said: Miss, you are going to have to speak up. I really cant hear you. I heard her swallow hard, she moved her face to mine. Moving her lips to my ear, she whispered: Mom? It did not register for me, I said: What about mom? I thought we were talking about a possible surrogate prospect.

   She nodded, holding on tight, she whispered again: Yes, mom. That woke me up. Shocked, I said: Wait... what? I did not raise my voice but alarm was there quite audible. She whispered: Baby, please dont be mad at me. I didnt say anything, quiet honestly, I couldnt. She continued: You and your mom are already fucking, so... so... wh.... what if... she got pregnant for your child? I held her close and tight but didnt say anything, my vocal cords refused to function. She continued: I knew she wanted you since the day we got married. I... I saw things that she used to do... even when you were not fucking her. Receiving dead silence from me seemed to fuel her courage, she continued: And... and then... you told me that she came over to your university dorm back in Canada pretending to be your girlfriend with your father's permission. So... so what if... we... you... asked her... if she... if she would be... willing. I was quiet for what seemed like forever, she whispered: Please say something... tell me... at least tell me that you dont like what I just said... or... or that... maybe you are disappointed? I was too shocked at her suggestion to respond, she spoke again, her voice breaking, she said: Baby, please say something. I swear to you it was just an opinion... I dont want you to do anything that would make you uncomfortable.

   I lay there in silence for a few minutes, and her embrace grew tighter by the second in response. A few minutes had passed by, I said: Do you... realized... what you are saying? There was no response, I continued: You are asking me to bring a new life, an illegitimate life into this world, outside our wedlock, with my mother. She became a little defensive and said: Its not like you two do not fuck like rabbits. You two leave here for the city at least once a month and a couple of days later me and Bajia (my older sister) show up. You think I dont know what you two are doing in the hotel for those days? As soon as she said it, I could feel her body tense up in the dark of the room. She had realized that her defensive swipe may have been too extreme. She immediately sat up straight and said: Wait.. no... that is not what I meant. I took a deep breath, not because I was upset at her, but because she was right. Thinking back at every visit to the hotel under the guise of looking for property in the city me and mom had been coming to this and various other hotels and spending our days in the haze of naked fun. She moved closer, holding my face with both her hands and said: Baby, I swear to you, I did not mean it like that. I shook my head and said: Are you sure? Because it sounded like you were jealous.

   She did not say anything, I continued: As I said before, IF you want this to end, I will end the intimate part my relationship with mom. You are my wife, you HAVE a say in the matter. She climbed on top of me, pulling me in an embrace, she said: No, no, baby, I did not mean it like that. We have fucked women together. And, we have done it since day one. Back when we went to Fairy Meadows for our honeymoon in the tribal areas, I found us a European tourist to fight. And after we fucked her together. Still holding my face trying to convince me, or herself, she said: I want your child... and... yes... fuck... yes... I know what I have suggested it seriously fucked up. But... She pulled me in an embrace, resting her face on my shoulder, she said: You know what... forget it... please forget I said that. She tried to move to my side and said: Lets just... lets just rest. I am sorry. I am so sorry... Ok? She lay beside me and I pulled her into my arms as we usually sleep. Even after two years, we slept the same way. I could tell, even in the dark that she was restless. I whispered: Are you serious about this? She shook her head and said: No, I... I made a mistake... I cut her off with a tender peck on her lips and said: Answer my question, and answer truthfully. Are, you, serious, about this?

   She pushed her face against mine, her voice came in broken and tiny, she said: Yes...? I did not say anything, the words had been spoken. It was not like she would push, she never has but, what she was thinking was now out. It would be a couple of weeks before I would approach the subject. Roughly about two weeks later we were laying in bed after our session, busy making out like teenagers. When I broke the kiss, she seemed happy and relaxed. I said: About what you said a couple of weeks ago. Do you remember? Her face turned a little red for a moment, shaking her head looking away, she said: I... I dont remember... I dont remember anything. I let out a chuckle and said: We dont lie to each other, we never have, right? She hid her face in my chest and said: Lets not talk about that? Please? I grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back and planted a deep kiss on her. Pulling away after a couple of minutes, I looked into her eyes and said: You said that you were serious about it. Looking at my mouth she bit her lower lip and nodded. I continued: Are you serious about this? She looked at me, clenching her mouth, she then tried to speak and I cut her off. I said: I only want a yes or a no answer. Just say yes or no. We will get into the mechanics and technicalities and moral dilemmas later.

   She slowly nodded, I kissed her again and said: Ok. I will talk to mom. BUT, make sure you understand that this cannot fall on you. So I am going to need you to feign ignorance on this subject when she eventually approaches you for questioning. She raised her eyebrows, I continued: It was you back in Canada who suggested that and and mom should work out our residual desire for each other before moving to Pakistan. I do not want her to think that this was your end goal. I paused and said: Because, IF, she even suspects this. She will come after you. She nodded in agreement.

TO BE CONTINUED...

[dementedpaki]

Just a disclaimer I forgot to mention, this story was narrated with my wife's permission.

[finglock]

Very decadent, a promising start!

[dementedpaki]

Very decadent, a promising start!

Haha... the next part is inc*st heavy, my wife is suggesting that I should stick to the facts and keep all that stuff in. But this is a catfight/sexfight/titfight site and I do not want get banned. I am thinking of leaving most of it out, just leaving the hints that are given away by the positions of me and mom laying together or sharing the bed or her on top of me. Not sure though.

[finglock]

Very decadent, a promising start!

Haha... the next part is inc*st heavy, my wife is suggesting that I should stick to the facts and keep all that stuff in. But this is a catfight/sexfight/titfight site and I do not want get banned. I am thinking of leaving most of it out, just leaving the hints that are given away by the positions of me and mom laying together or sharing the bed or her on top of me. Not sure though.

i don't think that you're gonna get banned, though i have to say i'd prefer mentions and hints of it only.

[dementedpaki]

i don't think that you're gonna get banned, though i have to say i'd prefer mentions and hints of it only.
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I know what you mean, so I am sticking to that, the fight begins at the end of the second part. I have to do alot of editing.

[dementedpaki]

The Surrogate Mother, Part Two; The Approval


   She slowly nodded, I kissed her again and said: Ok. I will talk to mom. BUT, make sure you understand that this cannot fall on you. So I am going to need you to feign ignorance on this subject when she eventually approaches you for questioning. She raised her eyebrows, I continued: It was you back in Canada who suggested that and and mom should work out our residual desire for each other before moving to Pakistan. I do not want her to think that this was your end goal. I paused and said: Because, IF, she even suspects this. She will come after you. She nodded in agreement. Soon after we fell asleep. It had been roughly about a month since the original conversation had taken place. The shock of it had slightly worn off. After the night I received confirmation from my wife, we would visit Lahore the capital of Punjab one more time before I would be able to bring it up to mom. My wife had asked me a few times if I had brought it up with mom yet or not. The apprehension was building up in both of us. It was the matter of ripping the band aid off, and it turned out that I would not be the one to do it. Me and mom were leaving for Lahore, our hotel. Mom drove us there. There was not much small talk and she had noticed. Usually we would both be cracking jokes and there would be some banter with double meaning behind every word.

   This time, I had a conversation with my wife just a day or two before leaving with mom. That talk was weighing me down, she had not applied any pressure on me, she just wanted me to get it over with. Mom is 42 years old right now, she has had a life time of experience dealing with me, people and life. There was no way she would not sense something. We made it to the hotel and were shown to our suite. The hostess at the front desk asked the same question she always did when we stayed over. She wanted to know if and when our guests arrived she was to show them up and naturally, I said yes. We headed to our suite, and I did not notice but mom's eyes were reading my face. I was just lost in my mind. As soon as we entered the suite, I went into the bathroom to freshen up. Stepping out, I found mom in her underwear and bra. She was sitting at the edge of the bed. Seeing me she stood up and came in for a kiss. Avoided eye contact after the kiss, I looked away and mumbled: Mom... umm... She nudged my face with her nose and cooed: What is wrong babe? You were not very chatty in the car either, I have been noticing this for a few days now. I did not look at her. She rested her mouth on mine, gently sucking my lips, she slowly pulled away and continued: All good?

   My hands resting on her back against her bare skin, I nodded and said: I am... very tired, may I please lay down? She looked at me a little suspicious like, trying to figure out what was going on. She nodded, giving me the path to bedroom. As I moved past her, she grabbed my hand and said: Are you mad at me? Hearing that I turned around quickly, holding her hand in both mine, I shook my head and said: No. No... I just... I just need to rest a little. It was... a long drive. She tilted her head taking a deep breath and said: Its always been a long drive. But, every time we got here, we indulged upon each other before anything. I didnt say anything, she continued: Are you sure you are not mad at me? I shook my head moving closer. Pulling her into an embrace, my hands running along her skin, I reached for her ear, sucking on the ear lobe, I whispered: I just need to rest today. Please? She nodded against my shoulder, pulling away slightly, she planted an intense kiss on my mouth. Our tongues dueled for a few moments before she pulled back and nodded. Pointing at the bed, she said: Ok. I want you to feel better, Ok? Rest up, there is always tomorrow. The time was around 8 pm in the evening on Friday. I knew I would be up early if I slept in that hour. I lay down pulling the summer blanket over me.

   She stood there in her underwear for a couple of minutes, looking at me. She then turned around and turned off the lights. I felt her slipping into the bed behind me, her arm came under mine. She rested her hand over my chest as I closed my eyes. Soon my breathing evened out and I was out like light. The mental fatigue of what I had to ask had worn me out. I knew she would be restless because she didnt get any this night and I was right. I woke up at around 2 in the morning to moaning, grunting, and slapping noises. The light was off in my room but the rest of the suite outside was lit. By the noises I heard it sounded like she was fucking the choir girl she had picked up all those months ago when we first started coming to the city for our little getaways. From the dark of the room, I got out of bed and peaked outside to find the girl on her back on the couch with her legs in the air and mom pounding her pussy to pussy. The way mom was fucking her looked like she was upset, she was being very, very aggressive. To the point, when their bodies met, it was no longer a clapping sound, it was more like someone being punched. It was hot as fuck. Mom had her back to me so all I could see was her gigantic 38 inch muscled ass bouncing and twerking each time their pussies collided.

   The girl's pussy was so wet that every time their pussies met, it let out a splash of juices. It was beautiful. I couldnt see anything on the front, the girl finally spoke, her voice was a ragged whisper, she said: Aa... araam se... (Slow down...) Mom reached down, I am assuming grabbing her, when she spoke, I could tell mom was very close to cumming, she said: Chup... aaahhh... chup kar... haaa... randi... (Shut... shut the fuck up.... slut...). Mom slammed her flesh onto the girl a couple more times, letting out a veil, she said: Faaaakkkk... I am.... faaaakkk.... And I saw it, both their pussies leaked at the same time. Mom stayed on the girl, hunched over. Both of them breathing heavily and sweaty. After five or so minutes, mom pulled away and I could see the girl's pussy twitch. Mom grabbed a towel to wipe her face, chest and shoulders clean. The girl looked at mom, her face told a story, she was beyond satisfied, she said: You have never been this aggressive before. And, we have been fucking since January or something. Mom let out a chuckle and said: Dont ask, my dick was not available to me today. The girl looked past mom towards the closed door beyond which I stood and said: Did your husband... not fuck you? Mom shook her head and said: No, he was too tired today. So I thought I should order in some pussy instead.

   The girl let out a laugh but was quiet for a moment, she then pointed at the door looking at mom and said: Does he... I mean... do you tell him when you are with a girl or another man? Hearing that, mom turned around and said: Another man? She playfully tapped her pussy and said: Oh no, this pussy belongs to him. I will fuck a woman's brains out, but... The girl smiled and said: Let me freshen up and then, I can leave. Mom nodded and said: You sure you do not want to stay over? I can introduce you to him. The girl raised her eyebrows in a surprise and said: Oh, no, I am a Christian, I do not want to cause any problems in your marriage. Mom let out a chuckle and said: Girl, I have fucked Christians, Hindus, Sikhs hell even Jews back in Canada. He does not care, as long as it is not a man. He is very possessive over me. She then did a 360 for the girl with one hand on the hip and the other lifted a little and said: And, I think he should be. Who wouldnt want this bomb body? They both laughed, the girl put her clothes on and left. Mom was still naked, I went back to the bed and sat down at the edge of it. I heard mom grabbing something from the fridge, it sounded like she was drinking water or maybe juice. I then heard her put the glass away and come to the room.

   She walked in, closing the door behind her. When she turned around to find me sitting in the dark, she was startled a little. Turning on the lights, she looked at me with a naughty smile and said: Spying on me now? I smiled at that and shook my head. She pointed back at the door and said: Was I too loud? I shook my head and lay back down on the bed. My hard on was clearly visible through my pajamas. She looked at it with a crooked smile and said: Looks like you enjoyed the show. I chuckled, she moved closer, still naked, she sat at the edge of the bed. Resting the back of her hand against my forehead, she said: Feeling any better? I grabbed a hold of her hand, planting a peck, I said: I love you mom. Hearing that she pulled her eyebrows together, raising them a little, turning pink, she said: Aww... babe... I know. I love you too. Smiling I closed my eyes. She got off the bed, turned the lights off and came back laying down beside me. I turned to her, moving closer, I pushed my face into her bare chest. She rested her hand at the back of my head, gently stroking my hair. She whispered: I will let you rest, ok? I could still smell her sweat and sex on her tits, I nodded in response and said: Uhh... mom, can we talk tomorrow? She moved forward, planting a peck on my forehead and whispered: Of course babe.

   I would wake up at around 6 in the morning. Looked around to find her passed out next to me, still naked from last night after she fucked the girl. I ordered some room service after brushing and showering. We did not have sex the night before but old habits. I woke her up for breakfast and after we sat down. In her bathrobe, resting her legs in my lap, she looked at me with a smile and said: What did you want to talk about? I became nervous, this was the moment. This is when I would tell her, or rather, ask her. I nodded. Thinking for a few moments as to how to begin the conversation, I was quiet. Mom nudged me with her foot and said: Babe, talk to me. Gently caressing her feet, looking away, I said: How... how much... do you love me mom? She let out a loud chuckle at that until she realized that I was being serious. She caught a hold of herself and said: Babe... what kind of silliness is that? You know how much I love you. There was a mild pause, then she spoke and said: Tell me what is going on? I move her feet off my lap, stood up and started pacing. I said: Mom... well... you see... Uhh... Seeing my reluctance, she stood up and took off the bathrobe. I looked at her naked body and said: Uh... I... NEED my mother for this... not my woman. She tilted her head a little trying to read me then put the robe back again.

   She moved closer pulling me in an embrace and said: What is the matter, my love? Wrapping my arms around her I let my face fall on her shoulders, taking a deep breath, I said: Ishi... cant become a mother... Mom went eerily silent at that. She didnt say anything, probably waiting for me to continue, so I did. I said: We... have tried everything and... according to the doctors, her reports and everything in between, she wont be able to get pregnant, ever. She slowly caressed the back of my head and said: I know babe, I know. I was quiet for a moment, trying to work up the courage to say the next part, I said: I... I uhh... I have been... thinking about something... and... and... I was... I think that... She moved her face planting a peck on my cheek and said: What, my love? I said: I am thinking of... a... surrogate. She pulled away, her stance and tone both changed, she said: Absolutely not! What is wrong with you? I couldnt even say anything, she continued: You are thinking of paying a woman to have your child? Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? Not just for you, but for the woman aswell? I said: Mom, I... She cut me off and continued: Babe, no! There is a lot a woman goes through and it is not JUST physical. There is emotional bonding, changes and learning to adapt with the new life that grows inside her.

   She reached for my face, holding it in both hands, she caressed my face and said: I understand you are desperate with your grandma pushing for a second marriage and all... but this is not the answer. I held both her hands, kissing them. I said: What if... what if I know the woman? What if I can take care of her under my roof? Mom's face turned fiery red, an old rage peering through, trying to maintain her calm but failing, she said: Are you fucking Bi Jaan (Bi Jaan is a head maid at my estate in the village where I live) again? I shook my head and stammered: Not... Bi Jaan. It did not register for her at first, but slowly she realized what I was implying. Unimpressed, she raised her eyebrows and said: Babe? Speak clearly please. I moved in for an embrace, hiding my face in her neck, I whispered: Y... You... mom... I... I meant... you... That sent a shudder down her spine. She tried to pull me away but I was too red to let go. I did not know how she was going to react and was too afraid to find out. She whispered: What... did you just say? I just held on tight. She didnt force herself out of my embrace, but her breathing was telling a tale. I could tell adrenaline was rushing in. She paused for a few moments. Her arms becoming tighter and tighter around my shoulder.

   When she broke the silence it was everything we had put each other through since dad passed away. She said: So... back in Canada, you refused to bed me, you and that wife of yours. You fought me because you wanted normal mother son relationship with me, then when I pressed on my needs. Both sexual and emotional, you told me that I couldnt fuck other men, and you wouldnt fuck me either. Last week in Canada before coming home, you decided it was time for us to work each other out of our systems. She rested her lips on my ear like making a point. I was silent, I was too embarrassed. She continued: And then, I told you that I was not going to give this side of our relationship up when we came home. And you 'begrudgingly' accepted. Now this? She pushed me by my shoulders and said: Let me go babe. Let me go. I slowly loosened my arms around her waist. My head down, my gaze averted. She let out a sigh and said: Babe, look at me when I am talking to you. When I didnt, she held my face with both her hands, lifting it to meet her eyes. I found her gaze piercing into me. She bit her lower lip, her face was blank, I couldnt read it. She said: Babe... do you know, what you are asking of me? She slowly ran her thumbs under my eyes and continued: Do you know, what that means? I love you, I am in love with you, BUT, I am your mother.

   I quickly moved closer, planting my mouth on hers before she could say anything else. She did not resist, if anything, she pulled me closer. I slowly broke the kiss, opened my eyes to find her looking at me with her lips between her teeth. I squeezed her in my embrace and said: Mom, I swear to you, it is just a suggestion. I am not here to get you to agree with this. I know what we are doing is wrong, on so many different levels. And, I also know that eventually we will have to stop. She slowly nodded, licking her lips. I continued: Mommy, if you do not feel comfortable, I understand, you have given me everything since the day I was born. I wont ask for more. She pulled me closer, our lips meeting and melding. She gently licked my lips and said: Your wife is not going to like this. I nodded and said: And that is why I have not told her about this yet. I looked down between us, my eyes falling on her ample cleavage, I said: I am hoping you wouldnt say anything to her either. I dont want her thinking that I am making a mockery of her condition. I wish I was wrong but I noticed a slight hint of smirk on her lips. She nodded and said: Can I think about it? I eagerly nodded and said: Yes, mom, yes. Please think about it. And... again, if you refuse, I will still love you the way I do now. Nothing between us will change.

   She bit her lower lip, pulling in an intense kiss. As the kiss broke she whispered: Take off your clothes, I need you so bad. Most of the day we spent in bed humping and thrusting into each other. She loves dirty talk so there was that. The approval or partial approval had been given, now it was just a matter of time. The following day, my wife and older sister would come join us. My sister does not know that me and mom have this side to us, so when she is around we keep our distance. When we were alone, my wife asked if I have brought it up with mom and I told her what had happened. Now she had to play dumb for the foreseeable future.

[finglock]

Very nice continuation, eloquent and sensual. (your poor sister...)

[dementedpaki]

Very nice continuation, eloquent and sensual. (your poor sister...)

My sister is very, VERY traditional. Believe me when I say this, if she ever found out that we are in bed again, she will gather the village folk and murder us both.

[momcf]

I hope in the next part we are going to enjoy a sexfitht titfight match between mom vs wife

[dementedpaki]

The next part is almost ready, but here is a disclaimer for that, or rather a small update.

My mom is 42 years old, 5'11", hip length black hair, she has worked on the farm for the total of 19 years and back when we were in Canada, she started gym to get the 'daily labor' of the farm done. Her measurements used to be 38DD 28 38, now she is 38F 26 38 because of the year of farming. Yes, she is built like a tank with a prominent six-pack and the physique that stands out among all the women I have seen in my life.

My wife is 25 years old now, 5'10", waist length dark brown hair, she has been working out since before we got married two years ago and for the last year she has been working on the farm. Her measurements are 34D 24 36. And yes, she does have a toned body, just not as big as mom.

Will be posting the next part soon.

[dementedpaki]

 The Surrogate Mother, Part Three; The Brawl


   She bit her lower lip, pulling me in an intense kiss. As the kiss broke she whispered: Take off your clothes, I need you so bad. Most of the day we spent in bed humping and thrusting into each other. She loves dirty talk so there was that. The approval or partial approval had been given, now it was just a matter of time. The following day, my wife and older sister would come join us. My sister does not know that me and mom have this side to us, so when she is around we keep our distance. When we were alone, my wife asked if I have brought it up with mom and I told her what had happened. Now she had to play dumb for the foreseeable future. For the rest of the Saturday into Sunday me and mom were busy fucking each other's brains out. As I mentioned before that she love dirty talk while we are at it, there is a playful undertone to it. But, this time around, it was slightly different. Instead of saying things like; fuck mommy's pussy, breed your mother, or fuck me like a whore. She was saying things on repeat like; how does it feel to fuck a real woman? This is what a real pussy feels like, and this is how a real woman pleases her man. During the time, I didnt think much of it. She was just being herself and that was it. She was just expressing herself like she always did.

   I would later find out that all of them were jabs at my wife. Sunday afternoon after we were done fucking, laying on top of me mom smiled. I missed all the hints of the coming storm, there was something in her smile and I did not pick up on it. She planted a wet kiss on my cheek and said: Call that wife of yours and ask her how long are they going to be. I reached for the phone calling reception, I asked if I could call an outside number. This was nothing new, at least once I would call my farm from the hotel room and ask if they had left yet. A few rings later one of my servants picked up, upon hearing my voice he quickly went and got Bajia (my older sister) for me. She greeted me warmly and I said: Bajia, how long are you going to be? And why are you still there, I thought you'd leave early? She laughed and said: Calm down little brother, me and your wife will be leaving in about twenty minutes. Oh and we should be there by 5 afternoon. Mom snatched the receiver from my hand and said: Girl, make sure you drive safe. Do not drive too fast. I heard Bajia chuckle on the other side. Soon the call ended, me and mom ordered lunch. After eating we went outside for a few things. Coming back to the hotel we went back into the bedroom to make the best of the time that we had left before wifey and Bajia showed up.

   It was close to 5:00 Pm and we were trying to mark each other with our cum. Heaving and panting mom said: Faaaak... babe... harder... faster... they... haaa faaaak.... they willl.... they will be here... soon... I pulled her in a sloppy kiss, thrusting and humping as fast as I could. I reached for her muscular ass, holding it tight, I broke the kiss and announced that I was close. She closed her eyes, her face was bright red, she said: In... inside... cum... faaaaaakkk.... inside... me... We shared an intense orgasm and lay there in bed motionless in each other's arms. As we lay there trying to recover enough energy to get untangled we heard the door of the suite open. Both of us woke up to that, but there was nowhere to go. We heard Bajia and Ishi outside. A few moments after they entered, I heard slight panic in my wife's voice. I think she picked up on the fact and me and mom were in the bedroom. She said: Uhh... Bajia, why dont we go to my suite and wait for them there. I think they are out, there is no one here. Bajia responded: Well, we can wait here. Ishi's words came out fast, she said: No no no, Bajia lets go. I also need to order some food and I need your input. Lets go. We couldnt see what was going on outside but it sounded like my wife was forcibly taking my older sister to our suite to give me and mom an out.

   When we heard the door close, we could breath again. Almost getting caught by Bajia will never be on the list of things I wish to experience. I sat up straight quickly with mom in my lap, my dick still inside her. She smiled planting her mouth on mine, slowly pulling away she said: So? How did you like fucking a real pussy? I shook my head a little in confusion and said: Mom, why do you keep saying that. A crooked smile appeared on her face, acting all innocent she shook her head and said: Keep saying what? I narrowed my eyes and said: Like, real pussy and real woman? She planted another kiss on my mouth invading it with her tongue. After a few moments she pulled away and said: Hey, you know how I love talking dirty with you. I did not pursue the line of inquiry and just nodded. She let out a laugh and said: Fuck me again? I shook my head and said: Mom, they are here already. And, we almost just got caught. I have no intention of dying like this. She let out a loud laughter turning red at my response. Nodding, she said: Alright fine, fuck... I am going to have to wait another month before getting you back in the sack. I chuckled at that complain and said: Its not that bad, we get to work out that pant up desire and then go back to normal.

   Getting off me, she continued laughing. We both quickly showered and headed out. The idea was to make it sound like we had just come back from someplace, laughing and playing. And, it worked. Re-entering the suite, mom was extra loud. Bajia opened the door across from the suite with wife standing beside her. Playing along, my wife said: Oh, you guys are back. She looked around and said: Did you guys go out shopping? I shook my head and said: No, just for a walk. The whole time mom was quiet and her eyes were fixated on the wife. The day went on, all was good. Me, wifey, Bajia and mom were hanging around in my suite. At around 9:00 Pm at night, Bajia stretched and said: I am tired, I am going to go sleep. She got up looking at mom, she said: Mom, you coming? Mom had this look on her face, I should have read it, I should have told her to leave with Bajia. She shook her head and said: No. You go ahead, I just need to talk to your sister in law. You know, girl to girl? She laughed saying that diffusing any lingering suspicion. Bajia looked at me and said: Alright, come, lets go. lets let them talk. I got up and accompanied her to their suite. We sat on the couch talking for a few minutes but she could not stop yawning. I said: Bajia, why dont we go to your room? You can lay down.

   She smiled and said: And what about you? Pointing at the room I said: I will lay down beside you on the floor. You can rest on the bed until mom is done with her conversation with Ishi. We headed into the room. She lay down on the bed, I lay beside the bed on the floor. Still talking, but now she was fazing in and out of sleep. So I stopped talking altogether to let her sleep. Bajia was out cold, I was waiting for mom to come back, which was taking forever. It made no sense. I just got up, fixed Bajia's blanket and left the suite. I opened the door to my suite and the scene shook me. Ishi and mom were tangled up, they both had a handful of each other's hair trying to control each other's movements and it sounded like Ishi was crying. I moved quickly trying to break it up. Trying to pull them apart was a workout. As I mentioned in the disclaimer of this part, neither of them is small. Mom snarled: This bitch thinks she can put her hands on me? Like, what the fuck? Ishi responded: You are a horrible mother. While I was in the middle of them, mom swung catching me on the shoulder. I pushed her back but then my wife was trying to move past me and trying to go at it with mom again. Mom wasnt holding back either, she was fighting my grip for a piece of her daughter in law.

   I had no choice but to raise my voice, I said: Calm down, both of you. That brought a momentary halt to their hostilities. Mom still had her weight thrown against me but she was not struggling anymore. Wifey stood her ground, both women breathing heavy, their faces covered by the messy hair. Holding mom tight, I turned my head to find my wife glaring at mom. I said: What... happened? She pointed at mom and said: Ask her. I turned to mom and said: Mom? One of her arms over my shoulder, the other between out chests. She pointed at my wife and said: This bitch attacked me. My wife's voice trembled, I could tell she was crying, she said: Tell him what you said. Tell him what you told me. Saying that she broke down. I let go of mom and quickly rushed to my wife's side, pulling her in an embrace. Mom let out a sarcastic chuckle and said: Wow, just fucking wow. Play the fucking victim card you little slut. I turned to mom and said: Mom, really? Trying to comfort my wife, mom came at her again. I let my woman go and got in the middle of them again. My wife spoke up, sniffling, she said: She said... she said that... I was incomplete... that... Fuck, I was not expecting that. It all clicked, her saying what she said while we were fucking earlier.

   My wife continued: She said that... she said... I am broken... that... I am not a real woman... Mom fighting against my grip again trying to get to my wife snarled: None of that is a fucking lie. You cant even make a baby. That cut me more than I thought it would, I turned and yelled: Mom!!! She stood there frozen for a couple of moments, she then spoke, but her voice was low, she said: Dont, ever, raise your voice, at me, babe. She pointed at Ishi and continued: Not for her, not for anyone. She then moved forward pushing her body against mine in a lustful manner, slowly nodding she said: She is trying to drive a wedge between us. To push us apart. I shook my head and said: Mom did you say all of what she just accused you of? Mom bit her lower lip, there was not response. I continued: Mom, you said all those horrible things. You did, right? I pointed at my wife and said: How is that her trying to drive a wedge? Mommy? Really? She tried to move past me again, pointing at my wife, she said: I dont know. Maybe because she is jealous? She wants you all to herself. My wife retorted: I am his wife. And... I gave him to you. Wiping her face, that was still hidden under her hair, she said: And, you know what? You are his mother, what kind of degenerate peruses and fucks her own son? Are you serious?

   Mom did not like that, she started struggling even harder against my grip, she said: You fucking bitch. He is my son. He is my fucking son, you little slut. I made him, I can do whatever I want with him. She looked at me and said: Let me go... let me go babe... She then turned to my wife and continued: If my husband did not have a problem with that, then who the fuck are you to question me? Did you forget that I am the next in line to be the highest authority in his life? My wife shot back: That still does not give you any sexual rights over your son. Every time my wife spoke to defend herself, mom became more and more aggressive, she pushed even harder against me and said: Let me go... let me the fuck go, imma break this bitch's face. I raised my voice pushing her back and said: Mom, stop. She looked me in the eye and said: You let me go right now, young man. I shook my head and said: Mom, please stop. I heard my wife from behind me, she said: Let her go baby. Without turning around, I said: No, this wont end well for either of us. Mom stopped struggling against my grip, her facial expressions hinted at surprise. My wife said: I have respected her as my mother in law for two years and she has hated me for just as many. Let her go. This needs to happen.

   Looking at mom, I turned around to find my wife stripping away her shalwar. She stood there in her bra and underwear. She said: We need to get this hatred resolved and worked out. She has crossed a line. I cannot let that go unanswered. I shook my head and said: No, Ishi, listen... Mom pulled away from me, throwing her dupatta on the couch, she said: Oh you want a fight? Is that what you want? Nodding she quickly started undressing. I looked at both of them, my arms stretched out between them, I pleaded: Stop, please stop. There was no response from either of them. I looked at mom and said: Mom, please... She shook her head and said: No. No... I am going to knock some manners into her. I looked at my wife, she was wiping her bloodied nose. She then tied up her hair, both of them stood ten feet apart in bra and underwear/thong. My wife is 5'10", waist length dark brown hair, dimples on her cheeks, very fair skin, big pretty greenish hazel eyes. Her measurements are; 34D 24 36, she has been working out since before we got married two years ago and she has been working on the farm for a year, so she is well toned. Mom on the other hand is 5'11", almost knee length jet-black hair, dimples on her cheeks and her chin, she looks European because of her Pathan/Qureshi lineage, big pretty hazel eyes.

   Her measurements are: 38F 26 38, she has worked on the farm for nineteen years, with seven years of gap for when we moved to Canada, where she picked up weight lifting to substitute for daily farming. The woman is ripped, from huge deltoids to a six pack. She is built like a tank, not to mention she is trained in four martial disciplines that she pursued as a child. There was no way my wife would come out of if in one piece and I was terrified of that. They looked at each other for few silent moments, then my wife spoke in a whisper, she said: Get out the way baby. Mom had her hair tied up just as the wife, both women were breathing heavy. Mom said: Let me teach her a lesson. With that they both moved at each other. I stood between them, not letting either get past me. I tried pleading again and failed. They were hellbent on putting their hands on each other and there was no stopping it. I decided to limit the violence instead. I said: Fine. If you two refuse to listen to reason, I will move out of the way. But make sure you both understand, I dont want any blood. I dont want any scratches or bitemarks on either body. They both looked at me frustrated. I said: You ladies wish to fight, sure. Fuck each other up, teach each other a lesson. But I want to make sure that both of you are presentable to Bajia and grandma when we go back.

   Hearing that they both looked at me for a few quick moments. It looked like what I said was sinking in, they were realizing that outside this door there was a world we needed to return to. Mom nodded and said: Fine. Fine... no problem. I dont need to punch her to teach her a lesson. I will slap her into submission. My wife did not say anything, they both pounced. All I could do was sit down and watch. In no time, they were tangled up again and repeatedly slapping each other. Both of them had been missing each other's face but the body shots were landing. Neither had gone for the other's hair as of yet. But, every time they stopped to look at each other, I could tell this was going to be a hell of a fight. Neither side had said anything during these early minutes of the fight, but their breathing, attacks and them receiving those attacks was telling. Mom is a bigger women, hell she is bigger then a lot of people we have met and she usually keeps all that muscle and strength hidden under the multiple layers of her burqa. To see those muscles strain and struggle against a much smaller opponent was something to behold. She pushed my wife against the wall, both women holding each other's bra straps to maintain control. Whenever either of them saw an opening they went for a slap. People might think that this was hot to watch, it really wasnt. Two of the most important women in my life were trying to kill each other. This was not hot, this was terrifying.

   Mom moved closer, having pushed Ishi against the wall, pressing her body against my wife's to pin her. As she did, she let loose a hail of slaps that landed on her shoulders, chest and lower face, her jaw, if you will. Ishi was struggling, worse, mom was holding her bra strap so she couldnt even break away. Pushing back against mom's body, she created just enough distance to lift her leg between them. Mom realized it a little too late, by this time Ishi had already planted her foot on mom's stomach and she pushed. Mom was knocked backwards, she did not fall but was definitely shaken. Half of Ishi's bra came apart, the cups still hanging on to her tits. Breathing heavy, she looked down at her undone bra, moving her hands back she unhooked it and threw it down. Mom started at her for a second and Ishi charged at mom. The muscle bound older woman noticed and charged back into the younger woman. Their bodies collided and they went back into another slapping frenzy. I was amazed and mesmerized as how well my wife was doing, considering she has no martial training and not nearly as much physical strength as mom. But, she was holding her own, she was matching slap for slap, push for push. Both women separated for just a moment, breathing heavily they stared into each other's eyes.

   Mom looked down at Ishi's bare chest, wiping the sweat of her chin, she moved her hand back and unhooked her bra that seemed like it was about to come apart. Out came her huge 38F tits. Perky and firm even at the age of 42 with all the physical training and labor she has put herself through. Both women were covered--no--drenched in sweat. Breathing so heavy that their tits were slowly rising and falling with each breath they took and their toned, six-pack laced stomachs were disappearing. Scanning them both slowly, my gaze fell upon mom's crotch area. Her black thong was struggling against her almost two inch long clit. Back in Canada, that had been her weapon against other women when she would engage them in sexfights and titfights. Mom whispered: Feisty little bitch, aint'cha? My wife slowly nodded and said: No, not a bitch... just a fed a up woman. Mom moved forward for attack and said: You will never be able to satisfy my son like I can. My wife matched her movement and said: I never considered you my rival, so I am not trying... With that she smiled which pushed mom's buttons a little. she moved with an open handed slap but my wife blocked it with her elbow. This is when mom reached for her hair. A shriek escaped my wife's lips as her back bent sideways with mom's grip.

   I stood up to intervene, but my wife looked at me at the corner of her eye and whimpered: No... dont... Mom turned around to find me standing, her anger only grew. My wife reached for mom's hair and pulled it to her side. Now both women bent sideways. I wanted to stop it. I wanted to end it, but that meant offending both of them. Mom screamed in pain and said: Oh you sneaky bitch. The slaps stopped and both women just kept pulling and pushing each other's hair to cause maximum pain without the effort. Neither side was giving up, or giving in. They slowly brought each other to their knees holding the hair with both hands and pulling. Usually at this point when I was with Ishi during one of her encounters, I would be rock hard, but here in this moment I was flaccid. I couldnt get hard, I think it was because I knew no matter who won, I would still have to comfort the other. I would still have to be with them both after all is said and done. They both lay on the floor on their stomachs, their faces mere inches apart. Mom yanked Ishi's hair and said: Had enough? You give up yet? I could tell both of them were in immense pain. My wife responded: Do you hear me begging? I am not going to stop, I am not giving up... you crossed a line... you crossed a fucking line...

   Mom realizing that they were at a stalemate, said: Fuck you... with that she let go of my wife's hair to stand up. Ishi did the same, they both quickly got to their feet and the slap hail began again. But this time, I could tell that the last fifteen minutes had taken their toll. They were both shaking, sweating and visibly looked tired. Mom said: Give up, bitch. Ishi shook her head and said: No, you told me I was incomplete... that I was not a woman.

TO BE CONTINUED...

[momcf]

eagerly waiting for the next part where your mom and wife would fight with their womenhood and titfight.

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