The Impregnation Theory

Aisha found Gray surprisingly handsome for a man who was about to take her virginity. He was probably in his twenties and looked only a year or two older than her. What’s more, he had one of those mesmerizing eyes she instantly fell in love with. He wasn’t muscular or buffed by any means, but he carried some strange aura around him, almost like he could light the whole room on fire if he wanted to.

He was only wearing a towel, but Aisha found that to be the least surprising thing she had seen within the day.

“Lady Montrea!” he grinned, looking at Aisha’s mother. “Today is your final day, I believe?”

Montrea blushed, something Aisha had never seen her mother do. “Yes, Lord Gray. You promised me a potent seed today so I can raise an heir. And this,” she pushed Aisha forward. “This is my daughter. She turned eighteen yesterday, so she could legally bear children. Please give her your seed as well.”

Gray’s eyes moved up and down and stopped near Aisha’s crotch.

“Hey,” Aisha covered it up. “What do you think you are-”

Her mother pulled her hands away. “Respect him, Aisha! He’s giving you a child.”

“Oh that’s fine,” Gray chuckled. He had such a sweet sound when he was chuckling. “I get that a lot. So let me see,” he came close to Aisha and touched her crotch. An initial fear crawled up within her, and she knew her mother was of no use, but the moment his fingers brushed she felt something electrifying run through her. It was the same feeling she got when she masturbated but amplified at least a dozen times.

She almost lost balance and had to grip her mother’s hands.

“A virgin?” Gray asked.

Aisha wanted to talk, but she only nodded.

“Oh, and Montrea, I believe you are done with the documents?”

Her mother nodded eagerly. “Everything is done as you requested. My lawyer will be attending to you this evening. He will hand over the documents related to the legal rights. From now on, all of the Southern estate of the Crowail family will owned by you.”

“WHAT?” Aisha looked at her mother. “That’s nearly half of our wealth.”

“In return for a child,” Montrea glared at her. “And Lord Gray will be kind enough to impregnate you three times at least.”

“M-me?”

Before she could speak another word she was pushed back. She fell to the soft mattress on the bed, and Gray stood smiling.

“Aisha, is it?” he gave a sweet smile. “Let’s get to work.”

He removed his towel and Aisha’s eyes fell upon his member. A perfect, thick member, with veins bulging at the end. It was better than the ones she had seen in the drawings. A real penis.

And something about it made her want him. She wanted him inside her.

But she was afraid at the same time.

“Wait,” she tried to stop him. “I want to-”

Gray bent down and kissed her. And there it was again. The same electrifying feeling that ran through her body when he touched her. His lips were so sweet, she wanted to sink in that feeling and stay there forever.

But at the same time, she felt him pry her legs open. The tip of his penis touched her vaginal lips, and she felt herself get wet.

I have never felt like this before.

“Let’s take it slow,” Gray said, taking his lips off her. His voice felt so calm. Almost angelic. “Montrea, hold her hands will you. It’s not every day a mother sees her daughter being impregnated.”

“Sure thing,” Aisha felt dizzy, so she only heard her mother’s voice. She felt someone lift her hands and grab them tightly, and at the same time, something entered her. Something big, and it hurt. Just a little. She bit her lip.

Gray started to move, his face still having the same smile. He looked so handsome then. Almost like a charming prince.

And in a moment the pain was gone, and the pleasure started. And by the divine, it was a pleasure that made Aisha lift her body. Each time he thrust she felt it go deep, and she felt her tighten, grabbing hold of his dick and refusing to go.

Before long she was panting while sweating like she’d run a mile. When she looked up she saw her mother was no longer holding her. She was looking at her with loving eyes, while one hand was on her vagina while she rubbed herself. Aisha had never seen her mother rub herself. She had almost never thought her mother would rub herself watching Aisha get fucked.

She squirted a little. Just a little, but she came before him, her mind going numb with pleasure as his cock slid faster to match her wetness. Gray kissed her again, this time his tongue probing deep, and at the same time, shot everything inside her. She felt the pressure of the sperm hitting her insides, and she almost groaned while he kissed her. It lasted for a few moments and when he pulled back she was panting while her legs were spread.

“You enjoyed this?”

At first, Aisha thought Gray asked her, but then she looked up to see her mother blushing while her hands were glistening.

“Yes my lord,” her face beamed. “I just came.”

*

For the next hour Aisha felt like she was on drugs. The moment Gray pulled back his member Aisha wanted it back so desperately she begged for another round. But her mother hushed her out of bed and spread her legs, awaiting her turn. And within moments Aisha was watching her mother get fucked. Her mother, always so regal, always so…noble was spread on the bed, tongue out, hands spread, getting fucked like a whore in the streets.

And god, she loved it.

There was something about the way Gray moved or the way he groped her mother’s huge breast so her nipple pecked out of his fingers, or the way her mother moaned and made cute huffing noises. It turned Aisha so on she kept touching herself, feeling the wetness within her.

Gray finished the first round quickly, shooting up inside her mother, and her mother gave a huge moan grabbing it all in.

“That wasn’t my potent seed Montrea,” Gray bent down and licked her nipples, carrying his tongue round and round her areola. “But I thought you’d want to go another round.”

“OH GOD YES!” Montrea grabbed Gray’s ass and pushed him near her. “Please-”

“Wait,” Aisha scuttled towards the bed, almost falling down. “I want to.”

Gray smiled and grabbed her hand. “Oh, you both will.”

He pulled Aisha back to bed, pecked her cheek, and pushed her down. Then he lifted up her mother and positioned her on top of Aisha. When she looked up she saw her mother’s surprised face.

“L-lord Gray?”

“I guess this is what you call two birds in one stone,” Gray pushed inside Aisha and she moaned as the pent-up pleasure inside her shot to her brain. “Or two women in one round. What’s the difference?”

Gray did it nicely. In one moment his dick was inside Aisha, and she was moaning while grabbing something soft. She later realized it was her mother’s breasts. And her nipples hitting with her own only made the feeling more…horny. In the next moment, Gray was inside her mother and she was panting while moving back and front. Her drool fell on Aisha’s face, but she didn’t care.

She wanted it so badly. She wanted to get fucked.

This is some magic, she felt Gray inside her again. But who cares? God, it feels so good!

“Hey Aisha,” she heard Gray’s voice. “Kiss your mother.”

Oh, my sweet, sweet mother…

She grabbed her mother’s face and pushed her lips. She felt her tongue probing inside her. At that moment nothing felt so good. Each time Gray’s dick pushed deep inside her she kissed her mother and brushed her nipples with hers.

Oh, this feels so good!

The climax hit a moment later, and this time the moment she came she felt something strong and thick push inside her. Something happened, and she felt like her body tightened, but then the feeling was gone again, and the pleasure filled her up. Over and over and over again. She saw Gray pull back and send the rest of the seed inside her mother, and the older woman’s drool fell down again, and her eyes were high in the air.

When Gray was done, Montrea fell beside Aisha and the two women took time to breathe.

“That was nice,” Gray got out of bed. “You can stay for lunch if you like.”

Suddenly Aisha had a longing to hear his voice. To see his handsome face. To talk with him. To get to know him…

“Yes!” she almost yelled aloud before her mother could speak. “Yes please!”

Gray smiled. “Good, I’ll ask Lyla to make extra.”

He dressed up from the wardrobe - some nice ironed pants and a white shirt then walked out of the room.

A short while later when Aisha had the strength to lift herself up she looked at her body.

“Mother,” she touched the strange thing and then saw her mother had the same. “Why is there a tattoo on our bellies?”

“Who cares?” Her mother was panting, and her eyes still said she was in heaven. “We got fucked mad, and we are pregnant.”