[Much of this story was related to me by Terry who wanted me to write a story about "Terri," but she disappeared before it was finished. I hope she likes it.]

I'll admit this is my fault, though not all my fault. It wouldn't have happened if I hadn't taken advantage of Howard in high school. I know that will sound strange. His brains and family connections marked Howard for success even then. I could see that, as soon as I transferred to his school. I had to go live with my grandmother when my single mother ran away with a man young enough to be her son who got her pregnant.

I guess I had inherited Mom's sex drive. I had been fucking since I had dressed up like a kinderslut and enticed one of Dad's (before he and Mom split) friends to do me at 14. I'd had plenty of boys in my old school and I liked doing it. I could have continued screwing boys in the rich suburban Robert E. Lee High, too, but some kind of female animal cunning, told me this was my chance to escape marriage to a trucker or construction worker. (I had a weakness for the big macho types who could fuck my brains out, but I wanted the big house and fancy clothes I saw in magazines.) It wasn't a conscious plan – I was only 16 – but I knew then, even if I could not have expressed it, that Howard was my ticket out of the lower middle class.

Lee High was full of rich bitches who were more interested in hanging on the arm of a hunk football player (though the price was pulling down their Victoria Secret panties, spreading their professionally waxed legs, and fucking like little minxes) than in landing a marriage partner. They would have plenty of time in to college to do that! So no halfway pretty girl would pay any attention to a boy like Howard who was 5'5" and slightly pudgy. I didn't have nice clothes, but I was at least a pretty as any of the rich bitches and I had a killer body even then. I had no problem making Howard's head spin.

Remember, this is me, a 35 year old housewife telling you this story. I didn't think then I was being as manipulative as I now see that I was. Sixteen-year-old Terri Dyer was genuinely thrilled that a "nice boy" like Howard Archer wanted to date her. Since he was "nice," I knew I had to act like a "nice girl," too. We were a couple by Christmas of our junior year. The Junior-Senior prom was the first time that Howard touched my breast (with a bit of encouragement from me.) I still wanted sex, but I was smart enough to stick close to Howard and wait.

Over that summer I visited Dad and found a guy at his construction site to fuck the daylights out of me like I had been missing. It was a good thing I had kept up my birth control prescription. He was a no-condom guy and worked hard at keeping my teen pussy full of his spunk, probably hoping to send me back to school with a baby, but I was too smart for him. In my senior year I was back to technical celibacy. Sex with Howard progressed to me giving him hand jobs and letting him play with my pussy. When Howard started applying for universities, things got tense; it was obvious that Grandma could not afford to send me away to school, certainly not the schools that Howard would attend. I didn't want to lose Howard so I did what I had to do.

At New Years, I went off the Pill. I also started dressing a little hotter when we went on dates, letting Howard see more of my legs and tits, which had developed nicely in the last two years. I really was in love with him and I figured right that I could get him to go all the way with me at the party after the Senior Prom. It wasn't a bad fuck, considering. He had an average dick and he was certainly enthusiastic about putting it in his steady girlfriend. I even had a decent orgasm. Howard had clumsily put on a condom, but it didn't do him any good. I had slathered myself with baby oil and the rubber was in tatters when he pulled out.

Howard was apologetic and nervous, but I told him not to worry, I wasn't at my most fertile time. I was, not that it mattered. If I weren't, I would have made it happen some other night. I waited until after missing my second period to tell him I was pregnant. Grandma and Howard's Catholic parents were upset and I pretended to be, but there was no question but that Howard would marry me. I moved in with the Archers the first year while Howard was in college and my belly expanded. My darling John arrived on Valentine's Day.

The year with Howard's parents was hard. They were too sophisticated to say it in so many words, but it was clear they thought I was a trashy gold-digger. And I missed sex even when he came to visit. Howard was one of those men that is squeamish about fucking a pregnant woman even though I wanted it more that ever, if that's possible. He wouldn't even play with me and I'd never been able to get him to eat me.

For the rest of Howard's college years we lived in apartments near his school. They were the best years of our marriage. Howard was sailing through school and then Law School and we did not lack for money. We fucked every chance we got, which was plenty. John was a trouble-free baby and there were plenty of young women to take care of him if Howard and I wanted to go out. At first Howard couldn't keep his hands off me (and his cock out of me).

His parents hated—and I secretly loved them hating it –our noisy lovemaking whenever Howard and I went home for a visit. I am naturally a screamer when I come and I made no efforts to control myself. The looks I got from Mother Archer were poisonous and Howard's dad was clearly envious as hell. One time when Howard's sister Caitlin and her husband were visiting when Howard came home, they got to hear a three orgasm night. Caitlin was just as snooty the next morning as her mother but Reggie looked at me like a piece of raw meat.

After John was born, Howard's parents were keen that I not "burden him" with another baby and I agreed that his college years were not a good time. They had me go on this Norplant stuff because I guess they thought I was too stupid or conniving to take the Pill. It must have worked or I'd have been knocked up no telling how many times before John graduated, the way we fucked. Unfortunately his ardor cooled pretty quickly. By the time he passed the bar, I was down to no more than one fuck a week, and not happy about it.

After Howard started working for this big law firm and his folks saw how being a "family man" with a beautiful wife was an asset for him, they changed their mind about babies. They still didn't like ME, but decided I was OK as a brood mare for Howard. They started dropping hints about it being time for Howard "to be a father again," as they put it.

I wanted more children (Mom had let her young stud make her pregnant three more times after splitting with Dad), but their attitude and Howard's lack of enthusiasm in the sack really put me off. I pretended to go along but decided I would NOT get pregnant again, partly to spite my in-laws. By then I was half pissed at Howard, too, for not pounding me, making me come so hard I didn't know or care if he was making me pregnant.

I had the Norplant removed but started using an IUD without telling anybody. Some of Howard's and my our increasingly infrequent session of lovemaking would have coincided with my fertile periods so I pretended to be surprised that he wasn't knocking me up, but there was little chance. I even had myself checked told him the half truth; that I was very fertile. This left Howard and the family to conclude that it was his sperm count. I don't think he was really upset. The babies were more his Mom's idea than his. I was starting to loose respect for him, notwithstanding the money he was pulling down.

For several years I had to make do for sex with Howard and my secret collection of vibrators and dildos. Then I found Eve, or rather she found me. Eve was about my age, an equally unsatisfied wife in our upscale neighborhood. One afternoon I was at her house, a little sloshed on wine, and let on feeling sorry for myself about not getting laid more often. She was very sympathetic, telling me how pretty and sexy I was, how she envied my large, firm breasts. Somehow it seemed to make sense to let her take off my blouse to see me better.

And then she was kissing me and touching me and not just my breasts. I felt her hand slide up under my skirt, but I was too turned on to stop her. By then she had me laid out on the couch, kissing and nibbling my breasts as she slipped off my panties and began playing with my sex in earnest, never interrupting her patter about how sexy I was. When her tongue and lips brought me to that first girl-girl orgasm, a new world opened for me. I knew it would never take the place of cock, but I loved what Eve could do to me and what I soon learned to do for her. From them on, we spent many happy hours with our faces in each other's pussies.

Don't get the wrong idea, Eve was into men, too. In fact it was she who encouraged me to find other men to give me the sex I needed. I started going with Eve to a bar out of town to dance. Nothing attracts men like two hot chicks dancing with each other. We never had to buy our own drinks. <giggle> One night Eve was off in a corner letting some guy suck her tits while I was dancing and drinking with his buddy. He was a few years younger than me, but funny and hansom, and hung. He was in construction or something and had a faint scent of muscular toil about him: the kind of guy that always makes me wet. Our dancing turned into grinding, and before I know it, he had me in the back seat of his truck fucking me like a madman. Then we continued at his apartment for most of the night.

I never really looked back. It sounds like a cliché, but I started getting it from my tennis instructor, my personal trainer, and an assortment of gardeners, plumbers, and some very lucky delivery boys. Eve was doing the same; it was so easy in our neighborhood.

Once at a Christmas party I was dancing with one of Howard's partners. He had been drinking and put his hands on my ass and told me he always wanted me. I played the game and told him I could never; I had just been drinking and flirting. He was just about humping me by the end of the dance and I was turned on. I playfully slapped him and asked him to show me the house. He just about yanked my arm off getting me away from the dancers and down a dark hall. As soon as he closed the door to his office, he was all over me. I moaned that it was not right, and he should not take advantage of me because I was drinking. He wasn't buying it and soon I was naked from the waist down and he was licking me till I came while pulling his hair. He climbed on me and I begged him to stop. When his cock went in me, I stopped pretending to resist and started begging for it and cumming all over his cock. He was a real stud. I let him fuck me pretty often after that because he knew how to give a woman what she needs.

Sorry if this getting long and kinda off the point, but you need to know who I am for the rest of this to make sense. Let's be clear; I was running around, but I was still a good wife to Howard who was getting all the sex HE wanted as well as being a very good Mommy to John who was turning from a cute little boy into a handsome young man. He was the kind of kid everyone took to and, after puberty, a boy that girls went crazy over. Who could blame them; my son is a hunk. He joined the football team and started working out at 15. At 18 he is a lean and muscular 6'1'' and the captain of the team. It's kind of hard for a mother to accept, but it was obvious that he was fucking all the cheerleaders and any other girl he wants. I just wanted to scratch their eyes out.

Still, it was Eve, as usual, that started the ball rolling in a new direction. It was getting late one afternoon and we'd spent a wonderful hour or so in bed. I was "complaining" (half bragging, really) about my son's prowess with girls when Eve brought me up short. "It's not just girls, you know," she smiled mysteriously.

"What?"

"You know Edwina Hart?"

"Sure, she's John's AP math teacher ... No!"

Eve flashed one of her sexiest, grins. "Yes. Seems her husband came home early one day and found his forty-year old wife with her legs wrapped around your son's back, humping him and crying and begging him to keep fucking her. He was so intimidated by John he just stood and watched."

"But ... she ... She's..."

"Pregnant. And diamonds to donuts she didn't get that sexy bulge from her husband. I've heard they couldn't have children because he's sterile."

I was stunned.

"Pretty sexy, huh? Edwina Hart, a married woman and a respectable school teacher so in lust with one of her students – your son – she lets him knock her up!"

I must have been gaping because Eve laughed and continued. "I wonder how it started." She paused and got this far-away smile. "I guess she'd hit that age -- like you and me -- where she just needed more sex than a hubby could give her, especially the wimp she's married to."

Eve's face was prettily evil as she spun out her fantasy. "Week after week she'd see John in class, unable to keep her eyes off his crotch, getting a little wet, wondering what it would be like. At some point John would have noticed and it became their secret game. She started wearing sexier clothes and let him peek up her skirt on days when she went without panties. He would adjust his package and grin at her. In the afternoons, she would rush home wet to masturbate, thinking about him."

"I wonder if she made the first move or did he?" Eve mused. "It doesn't matter. It was during an after school "conference." One minute they were talking about functional forms and the next her tongue was down his throat. Like the cocksman he is, John was feeling her breasts and driving her crazy. After bringing her to one orgasm on his fingers, she didn't resist when he pulled down her panties and took her on the desk, having to hold his hand over her mouth to keep her cries from giving them away."

"She probably felt guilty and fucked her husband that night for all she was worth, but all she could think about was your son and his big cock, ramming in her, stretching her, filling her ... Oh my God! She had been so excited she didn't think to make him use a condom. What if he had... !"

"That did it! The thought of her belly swelling with the baby of a well-hung high-school boy sent her over the edge. She came hard, screaming like a banshee, climaxing like never before with her husband. Her pussy clamped down on his inferior prick and he squirted in a bit of watery sperm that she couldn't even feel. She lied to him that he had excited her, but when he rolled off of her and was snoring, she cried herself to sleep."

"She told herself it wouldn't happen again, but five minutes after the next time John came to her after school, she was on her back on the same desk with her panties around her ankles, her skirt rucked up around her waist, and John's bare cock deep in her spasming pussy. Realizing then that she couldn't live without his cock, she started asking John over to her house to fuck her senseless as often as she could get him there."

"Eve, stop!" I gasped. My heart was pounding.

"Why?" she asked, playing dumb. "Does thinking about how John fucked his math teacher turn you on?"

"Eve, please!"

"Fucked her with his big cock until she needed it so bad she let him make her pregnant!"

"Eve!" I whined.

"Is that what you're thinking about Terri? Thinking about it was YOU getting John's hard young cock in you and letting your son shoot YOU full of his potent baby juice?" She didn't give me the chance to lie and deny it. Her hand found my burning pussy. "This pussy says you are," she laughed. "You're swamp down there, girl! Well, it's not going to happen today, so better let me help calm you down before you go home."

That was the start of where I am now. To say I looked at John differently after Eve told me how he had made is math teacher pregnant would be an understatement. Instead of my little boy, even my big handsome young man, I now saw a stud. And I reacted as I react to studs: being around him made me horny as hell and a little crazy. For example, we had a big snow storm here not long after that afternoon with Eve. Schools were closed so John was around the house.

I spent the day walking around in a lavender tank top (no bra) that was tight as my skin. The cold made my nipples hard. On my hips I wore just a green micro mini and a matching green thong. It made John crazy, like I hoped. We watched a couple of movies under a blanket. I threw my legs over his lap. I could feel his cock as I moved them from time to time. I know he got several views. But I didn't want to go too far, too fast. I was trying to play it cool at least till his father would be gone for a week.

Eve was bubbling with excitement when I told her about my hot "snow day" with John. "I'll bet he's jacked off thinking about that green thong and the wet Mommy pussy under it every nigh he's not out making some other MILF pregnant," she laughed. "Think about him running his lotion-slick hand up and down his cock, his eyes closed and moaning, 'Oh, Mom, Mom, you're fucking me so good. Mom, you're making me come in you ... Agggg.' And a milk carton of thick white sperm shoots out of his pee-hole, thick white sperm you both wish were shooting into your hot Mommy pussy!"

"Eve! Don't say that. I was just having some fun with him. I'm not going to FUCK him."

"Yes you are. You're seducing him, making him crazy with lust for you. When you move in, he'll be helpless and Mommy will get what she wants: her son's hard thick cock in her."

"No, Eve. You're wrong."

"I'm right. You're gonna fuck him and I know why."

"Because I'm an oversexed housewife?" I grinned.

"Well, yeah, that, too," she laughed. "But mainly you're gonna fuck him so he'll get you pregnant."

"No!!! I could never do that."

"Sure you could. Howard would just think he'd gotten lucky again after all these years. And the old biological clock is ticking. You've admitted you want more babies. And John is the smartest, studliest man you know. It wouldn't take him long to put a beautiful, strong, bright baby in your tummy. And you'd be super sexy pregnant, your belly getting big and tight, those beautiful breasts filling up with milk. You'd be so horny Howard, John and I together couldn't keep you satisfied," she laughed again.

Her obscene words had me hotter than a branding iron and without realizing it, I had my hand down my waistband fingering myself. "Hey, that's my job," Eve said diving between my legs. I didn't argue with her anymore that day.

I still was not sure what I was going to do, but I knew I had a serious case of the hots for my son. Several days later Howard, John, and I went to Boston to look at colleges even though he is only a junior. (He's a year older than most kids in his class because when he was 5, I couldn't bear letting him go to kindergarten, so I kept him back a year.)

I persuaded Harold to stay over Thursday night. When we got back to the hotel, I wanted to change. I had worn borderline slut clothes in case I needed to seduce an admissions officer, but I found most were women and from the way they looked at John, I knew he'd be admitted anywhere he wanted. I was very horny from seeing those young guys on campus and decided to go for a dip. Harold had no interest, so it was just John and me.

It was nearly dark and the large indoor pool area was deserted. John looked so very hot in his baggy trunks and sculpted body. It wasn't hard to see the bulge I'd been wet for. I had on a small black string bikini. I got in the hot tub while John went for a swim. I got so turned on watching him I started playing with myself. I was so into myself I didn't notice when he approached until almost too late. Did he see his mother playing with her pussy? Could he have guessed why?

John got into the hot tub with me before I could get any release. We talked about the school and him leaving. I told Him how much I would miss him and how it made me feel old.

"You're not old, Mom."

"I sure feel that way when I see your girlfriends. I'm jealous of their hot young bodies."

"Mom you have nothing to be jealous of. They can't hold a candle to you."

"That's sweet, honey?"

"No, it is true. Guys stare at you wherever we go. All my friends have the hots for you."

"Well that is so nice of you to say, but you father has no interest in me and I guess my self-confidence has suffered."

"Well Dad must be crazy. If you weren't my mom you would be in trouble.

"If only you weren't my son," I said and leaned in to give him a peak on the cheek. "You are so sweet."