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]