Chapter 4

Glen and Sally entered the house feeling nervous. They had seen both Debbie and Freddy's cars in the driveway, so they knew both were home. Glen expected to find his wife either in the kitchen or living room talking to Freddy, or in her basement office. Neither she, nor their son was anywhere to be found on the first floor, nor did he see any sign of life when he looked down the stairs to Debbie's office.

He figured that his wife and son must have been in their own rooms upstairs. Quietly Glen and Sally ascended the stairs. At the top they listened intently, and finally heard voices coming from the master bedroom. They tried their best at tiptoeing to the door, getting close enough so they could just hear what was being said inside.

"You're absolutely sure about this?" Debbie said.

"Yes, Mom," Freddy replied. "There's no two ways about it for me. I'm sure."

"I just know I'm out of my mind somehow. But I feel like I've never wanted anything so much ... that I've never had such desire ... for anything."

From just outside the door, Glen and Sally looked at one another with puzzled expressions. Both shrugged their shoulders and continued to try and hear everything being said inside the room.

"I want to be inside you again, Mom. I want to cum inside you again just like last night. And there's nothing I want more than to see you with a big, pregnant belly."

Glen felt like his jaw must have come close to hitting the floor. His eyes got wide and he looked at Sally incredulously. She looked surprised, but not nearly as shocked and rocked as Glen.

"I might be wrong, but I have a feeling that what we did last night put your baby inside me already."

"I'm probably crazy out of my mind too. But I hope so, Mom."

"But let's try to be sure. Take me, Freddy. Take your Genie Mommy and fuck her with that beautiful thing of yours. Take me and be my master."

"With pleasure, Genie Mommy."

The next thing Glen and Sally heard was mutual moaning coming from the other side of the partially open door. Glen mouthed words to Sally that she thought looked like he was saying, "What the fuck?" She shrugged again and shook her head.

"Yes, Baby," they heard Debbie grunt. "Fuck me! Fuck Mommy just like that!"

Sally decided that the time had come to remove Glen from the spot and spare him from having to listen to more of his wife fucking their son. She took him by the hand and led him quietly down the hall to a spare bedroom. They entered and she closed the door without making a sound.

"What, in fucking hell, was that?" Glen said in the quietest voice he could marshal.

"I don't know, Glen," Sally replied in a similar voice. "Well, I think we both know what it was. But I can't tell you why."

"Sally, my wife is in bed with my son... her son... our son! She's fucking our son, in our bed!"

"That seems to be the size of it, huh?"

"And they did it last night. And Debbie ... Debbie thinks she's pregnant ... she wants to be pregnant, by Freddy."

"I know, Glen. I heard too."

"Why aren't you more freaked out by this? I mean, what the fuck?"

"I'm sure I should be."

"Then why aren't you? Your sister is fucking her kid! How does that not blow you away?"

"I don't know, Glen. I'm sure it'll sound bizarre, but even before you told me how you felt, there was something happening in my head last night, and it sounds like it was happening for Debbie too."

"What are you talking about, Sally?"

"Maybe you don't remember last night like I do. But something made me want, like never before, for you to cum inside me."

"Oh, yeah, I was well aware of that. Normally you want me to pull out, even if I'm wearing a condom. And last night I wasn't."

"I knew you weren't. There was something burning inside me that wanted you to ... Damn! It was like I was ... a bitch in heat."

"Oh shit, Sal. That's exactly what it seemed like to me. You were just, so different. In heat was exactly what I thought of."

"Mm-hm. It was uncontrollable. I needed you to ... shit ... I think I wanted you to get me pregnant, Glen. And it sounds like maybe my sister was under the same spell so to speak."

"Spell?

"I don't know, Glen. I don't really mean spell. It's just ... Halloween ... full moon ... my sister and I both doing something crazy ... being in heat? Doesn't it sound like some kind of spell thing?"

"You don't believe in that stuff, do you?"

"Not really. I don't know, Glen. I'm just trying to make some sense of some weird stuff."

"Well, at the moment, the weird stuff is my wife fucking our son, hoping she's already pregnant with his baby. What are we supposed to do now?"

"Well, when we were back at my house, I was pretty ready to jump you. If your wife is in another room getting fucked, then maybe the thing for you to do in this room is ... to fuck her sister..."

"I don't know what is in the air, if it's a spell or something else. But damned if that doesn't sound like the most logical thing I've heard all day."

"Will you cum in my pussy again?"

"Glad to oblige, Sal."

"Good. I want you cumming inside me just as much as my sister wants Freddy cumming inside her ... just so you know, Glen."

"I guess there's some comfort in that."

Sally was true to her word. She indeed felt like she was in heat. Somehow hearing her sister fucking her own son notched-up her fire. And hearing Debbie saying to Freddy that she wanted him to impregnate her made Sally desperately want the same from Glen.

So after the two tore each others' clothes off, Sally took a minute to lubricate Glen's hard dick with her mouth, then she quickly pushed him onto the guest room bed and climbed aboard.

"My turn to beg to be fucked, Glen," Sally said urgently.

"Nobody wants to fuck you more than me, Sal," Glen replied eagerly.

"How about what Debbie said? Do you want to put your baby inside me? Do you want to do to me what my sister wants Freddy to do to her?"

"Are you kidding, Sally? I've never wanted anything like I've wanted that."

"Then fuck me hard, and shoot your cum inside me. I want it, Glen. I'm out of my mind ... fucking crazy, and I want it, from you. I want to have a pregnant belly for you."