Arthur sat at Cynthia's side gripping her hand tightly. Across from them sat Cynthia's mother, Mable, and his own mother, Ruth. The two women regarded the nervous pair seriously. Ruth spoke first. "I suppose you know why Mable and I invited you two over, don't you?"

"Because it's our anniversary?" Arthur offered, glancing shyly as his beautiful young wife.

"Well, yes, that's the occasion, darling, but not the real reason," Ruth smiled encouragingly. "We thought by now you two might have something you wanted to ... tell us." Both women leaned forward slightly. Mable was not smiling.

"Er, 'tell you, ' mother?" Arthur asked.

"Of course, dear," she replied kindly. "You don't have to be shy with us. It's very normal for a young couple. We wanted to be the first to know."

"Know, uh ... what?" Arthur asked, glancing over at Cynthia who was biting her lip and clasping and unclasping her hands.

"She means have you knocked up my daughter yet, twerp!" Mable burst out in exasperation. "It was bad enough that she didn't have a nice bulging tummy for the wedding ceremony, though that was partly her fault," the scowling woman admitted. "But now twelve MONTHS have gone by, boy. Any normal man would have had a breeder like her nursing one baby and be working in a second one for us by now!"

"Mother, please!" Cynthia interjected in defense of her cringing husband. "This is a very private matter between the two of us."

"Of course getting the baby fucked into you is private! I didn't ask to WATCH him putting the first bun put in that cute little belly of yours, Cynthia, although that would be sexy," her mother leered. "I'm just interested in results. You're almost eighteen, young lady. This is your most fertile time of life. You could be popping out grandchildren for me once a year. Remember what happened to your older sister. She didn't start until she was almost twenty and now and is going almost two or more years between babies. At this rate, she'll barely reach a dozen and SHE has both her husband's brothers helping her.

"Excuse me, mother Dunn, but Cynthia is right. When and how many children we have is none of your business."

"Now Arthur, you can't really mean that. I'm just as eager to see lots of grandchildren as Mable," Ruth interjected, "Although I might have expressed it a little differently," she said, looking over at Mable. "I naturally want you to keep Cynthia constantly pregnant for the next twenty years of so as much as Mable does."

"Yeah, what's wrong with you, anyway, shrimp? Are you shooting blanks?" Mable demanded. "I know she had the absurd idea of not having sex before the marriage, but what kind of boyfriend were you to take that shit? If all else failed, you should have gotten the silly filly drunk one night and slipped a baby in her. I swear, I can't figure out youngsters nowadays!"

"Arthur! Is that true?" Ruth demanded. "You asked a girl to marry you without at least fucking her? Suppose you are inadequate? I made that mistake with your father. I'd certainly hate to think that my son could do that to another woman!"

Arthur was stunned to see his soft-spoken mother so animated. Mable continued.

"Well, that's water over the dam, but what about now?" Mable demanded. "You've been fucking my daughter for a year. A little minx like her, I guess she wants it, what, three, four times a day, more on weekend, I guess? You fill her hot little cunt, say, twice each session... " Mable was lost in her mental calculation. "Load for an average man is three ounces." She cast a disparaging glance at her son-in-law. "Say, one-half ounce for YOU ... makes... <mumble mumble> ... over eight gallons of spunk you could've pumped into my little girl! That's enough to give her a swollen belly right there."

"Mother," Cynthia exclaimed. "You've got it all wrong. We don't do it that often."

"What? The bastard fucks you fewer than three times a day? What kind of undersexed wimp did you marry, anyway, honey?"

"Well, it's not all Arthur's fault. I don't think it is proper to, you know, just RUT it all the time like animals."

"Shit, girl. I knew I should never have let you hang out with that crazy church crowd. And you?"

Mable turned on Arthur with fire in her eyes "You put up with that kind of frigidity? What kind of man doesn't fuck a wife just because she says she doesn't want to? A real man would take her and paw her until the little bitch was crying for it. You ought to be fucking the shit out of my girl several times a day. After a few times, she'd have begged you for it. That's what Leroy did to me."

"Don't feel bad, Cynthia, dear," Ruth interjected, trying to be sympathetic to the distraught young woman. "I felt the same way before I met Jethro. But once you get a taste of hard nasty sex, you just can't get enough.

"Jethro?" Arthur asked.

Ruth looked a little pained. "He's the little brother of Mable's friend, Leroy."

"Leroy?" Cynthia asked.

"Don't play games, Cynthia! You know I've had a big black stud screwing my brains out every night since your father passed on."

"Since before you fucked him to death, you mean," the daughter replied bitterly. "You should have known not to make daddy have sex with you as soon as he got home from a triple bypass, especially that half-hour doggie fuck!"

"He died a happy man, Cynthia. The undertaker couldn't get the grin off his face. And you've never complained about the millions in insurance money he left us. Besides, I was only doing what I had to do. Lord, girl, your father had been in and out of the hospital for weeks! If Leroy hadn't been working as an orderly in the intensive care unit, I don't know what I'd have done. Leroy! Now there's a man," Mable smiled for the first time. "I'll guarantee you, Leroy would have you knocked up higher than a kite by now."

"I'm not a shameless hussy like you, Mother, bearing a little black 'posthumous' child eight months after Daddy died! How can you even think about me being unfaithful to my darling Arthur."

"Don't tell me YOU don't!"

"Of course I don't!" Cynthia protested.

"Then who ARE you thinking about when you have this buried in your twat, you horny little bitch?" her mother asked triumphantly and pulled out a huge black dildo.

"Where did you find ... er, what do you mean, Mother?"

"I took it from the second drawer of your night stand when I came to see you yesterday, the same drawer you've kept your toys since you were 11, Cynthia. That was the reason I was never too worried about you running around with those religious nuts, promising to remain a virgin and all that nonsense. I knew that every night you were sneaking back into your room fucking yourself silly with Junior here. I could hear you writhing in ecstasy and moaning 'Fuck me, you big black bastard, fuck me pregnant.'"

"Cynthia!" Albert exclaimed in shock. "You were ... touching yourself, even when we were dating?"

"Of course she was, dear," Ruth put in. "All women have to masturbate; they have to. Don't think badly of her, or of yourself. Very few men can give a woman all the hard-pounding sex she requires. Even if you did her several times a day, a healthy young woman like Cynthia would still need lots of sex toys to keep her mental equilibrium. Without six or seven good gut-wrenching orgasms a day, we become bitchy and hysterical. I certainly was, even though I was spending several hours a day coming with my vibrator. Until Mable introduced me to Jethro, that is." Ruth smiled gratefully at her friend.

"Hell, no, I don't blame her," Mable added. "Especially since this wimp isn't exercising his marital rights. I just blame her for settling for an artificial fuck stick that can no more put a baby in that belly than her useless husband. Lemme see your equipment, boy!"

"What are you talking about, Mother Dunn?"

"Your baby-making equipment, dammit! Your dick, your cock, your prick, your Johnson, you twerp!"

"She means we want to see your penis, darling," Ruth tried to explain.

"Mother! You expect me to expose my private parts in front of all three of you? Why I insist on lights out to spare even Cynthia the trauma of having to look at a man's ... you know.

"What crap!" Mable exploded. "A real man shows off is dong every time he gets a chance, 'cause he knows seeing a big one turns a woman into a mush of rutting woman flesh. So, fish it out and let's see it buster,"

"Do as she says, dear," Ruth said, reaching over to unbutton Arthur's pants.

"My god! Jockey shorts and I don't see no bulge," Mable exclaimed as Arthurs's pants dropped around his ankles.

"Go ahead. Pull down your shorts, honey" Ruth said. Mortified, Arthur complied.

Mable gasped. "I don't believe it! It's even smaller than my husband's. How do you expect to get a girl pregnant with that thing? Why that's not a cock, it's a weenie!

Mable glared at Arthur, daring him to answer. Cynthia was too embarrassed to say anything. Mable regarded Ruth with more affection. "Don't mean no harm, Ruth, honey, but you've got to admit, we've given him a fair chance. I think it's time we follow through on what we agreed with Cynthia before the wedding."

"Cynthia? Mother Dunn? What are you talking about?" Arthur asked nervously pulling his pants back up.

"Do you want to tell him, Cynthia, or do you want me to?" Mable asked.

The young woman just hung her head, so her mother barreled ahead. "It's this way, buster. I told Ruth when you asked my Cynthia to marry you that I didn't think it would work out. Even before seeing that sorry excuse for a dick, I could tell you take after your daddy too much. Why look at your mother; she's got the hips and the tits to pop babies out every year. And how many babies did her dippy husband give her? One! And a sorry one at that, if I do say so!" Mable glared at her son-in-law.

"Mother Dunn! Besides being a vulgar butinsky, you are totally wrong to impugn my father's virility. Perhaps you don't know, but I have EIGHT little brothers and sisters!" Arthur shot back, looking proudly at his mother, glad at last to have a come-back to his intrusive mother-in-law.

"Now, Arthur, darling, don't be hasty," Ruth said. "It's more complicated. After it took your father almost three months to get me pregnant with you, I was pretty desperate. I had to make up for lost time because I wanted babies, lots more babies. Unfortunately, I found your father really wasn't up to it, so I naturally turned to his boss and friends and several men I picked up in night clubs for help."

"Haven't you ever noticed that the younger ones don't look nothin' like your pappy?" Mable sniffed. "One is obviously a Spick and if your little sister got those slant eyes from your daddy, I'm a monkey's uncle. And looks like you are worse than he was. A whole year and not able to make even one baby!" Mable growled. "There's nothing else to do; I'm taking her back, Ruth, just like I said."

"I don't care what you two agreed. You can't 'take me back, '" Cynthia protested. "I'm staying with my Arthur."

"And let me turn forty-five without seeing a clutch of grandchildren from my youngest daughter? No way! The little wimp had his chance. You can stay married to him if you want to, but I'm turning your breeding over to a real man."

"What is all this about, Mother?" Arthur demanded.

"I'm afraid it's true, darling. What she demanded seemed only fair. I have to admit that I shared some of Mable's, er, concerns about you. I remembered when you were a teen ager and I walked into your room unannounced, I never caught you masturbating."

"But said it would make me go blind!" Arthur protested.

"Holy Toledo!" Mable shrieked. "The only teenage boy in the friggin world actually to believe that shit, and MY daughter has to marry him!"

"Arthur, I told you that so you would feel guilty and think sex was sinful and dangerous. That way you could enjoy it more when you rebelled, don't you see? Oh, I should have known something was wrong," she sighed, "when I paraded around in the house showing off for you half naked and all you did was look away. Even when I started coming into your room to give you a good-night kiss with my boobs hanging out, you never pulled me into bed with you and played with my pussy until I was crazy and fucked the shit out of me. Your erections were so puny when I shot you beavers of my shaved pussy, I was sick with worry. Eventually I realized you were never going to come into my room at night when you thought I was asleep and fuck me and make me pregnant like a normal teen-age boy. But you were mixed up with that church crowd at the time. I tried to convince myself it was all those crazy notions about incest being a sin."

"But ... but it IS a sin" Arthur sputtered.

"Of course it's a sin to fuck your mamma and come buckets in her and knock her up with your own little brother or sister," Mable exploded. "But to any NORMAL boy, the sin's half the fun, sliding your prick inside her loose, hairy cunt and unloading a charge of jism that will put another baby in her for your father to raise. When Ruth admitted she had never been able to seduce you, my worst fears were confirmed. I knew you just didn't have the powerful wild urges to fuck that any healthy woman, especially a potential little baby-factory like my Cynthia, is entitled to. Your mother had to agree."

"Agree to what, Mother?" Arthur asked fearfully.

"Agree to take you back if you didn't succeed in making Cynthia pregnant within a year of the wedding, dear," Ruth answered.

"And I get Cynthia back to let a real man take over the job of putting babies in her tight little belly," Mable continued triumphantly.

"Didn't you hear me, mother. I absolutely refuse to let any man except Arthur to make love to me," her daughter exclaimed.

"Who said anything about making love, you silly bitch? Luv! Schmuv! What you need is a man's big cock deep in your pussy fucking you silly and pumping you full his baby-making seed. Once you've got a baby growing in you making your tummy so big and round that all you want to do is sleep, play with yourself, and get laid, then you can be in love with the man that got you that way."

"You heard her, Mother Dunn!" Arthur said with relief. "Your disgusting 'agreement' won't work. My Cynthia is totally faithful to me."

"Oh yeah? We'll see how faithful she is once she meets the prong this was modeled after!" Mable replied brandishing Cynthia's dildo with a smirk. "Leroy!" the older woman shouted. "Come here, baby."

A huge black man clad only in athletic shoes and shorts walked in and stood by Mable. He was still panting slightly, a sheen of perspiration shown on the hardest set of abs, delts, and pects that Arthur had ever seen. Not to mention what appeared to be a water pipe barely concealed by his shorts. Cynthia's mouth dropped open.

"How's you be, Miz Mable?" he asked, leaning down to let the older woman plant a wet, sizzling kiss on his dark thick lips.

"Horny as a skunk, you no account bastard. What do you mean leaving me hanging like you did this morning, Leroy. I was just getting warmed up when you played out on me," she replied accusingly.

"I's sorry, Miz Mable, but we'd a been a fuckin' for almost two hours and I done cum in you three times. I jes couldn't get it up no mo' right then."

"Not good enough, Leroy! I'm going to supervise your taking the steroids myself. And you'll have you spend more time in the gym to improve your stamina."

"I's sorry, I does sometimes fergets to take all dose pills you gives me, but I's already workin' out six hours a day."

"You'll have to do better, but never mind. I think you'll do for the little chore I have for you." Mable slipped her hand inside Leroy's shorts. "Oh, yeah! You'll do very well."