Chapter 4: Not pimping.

After breakfast the next day, we toiled in the garden. Shortly after we began, my aunt showed up, looking as hot as ever. We had never felt comfortable hugging since she was close to my age. Instead, she stroked my arm with her hand in a greeting fashion, smiling wide and causing my groin to tingle. We worked through the day, breaking briefly for a light lunch, and decided to dine out to celebrate our day of hard work.

Aunt Rachel returned home to change while Mom and I retired to our rooms to dress. We picked her up on the way to the restaurant. They were radiant at dinner, and I couldn’t have been happier, being out with these two beautiful women. Envious husbands stared at us while we dined. Sleep came easy after a full day of work.

After breakfast, Mom moved her chair to face mine. She sat down and scooted closer, intertwining our legs. Her bare leg rubbed against mine under our robes, when she leaned forward and stroked my arms. Her smooth, firm knees pressed along my hairy thighs, sending electric shocks to my hardening cock.

“I have something important to discuss with you,” Mom softly said, while smiling. I stroked her arms in the same manner, relaxing both of us. Fortunately, my robe concealed my hard prick resulting from our close contact.

She stared at me, as if she were trying to decide how to tell me what was on her mind. I looked back into those brown eyes and immediately felt at ease.

“I had a long phone conversation with Sharon last night,” she started.

My relaxed state dissipated, fearing what Sharon had told Mom.

“Sharon thinks she’s pregnant,” she divulged, still staring at me.

I could only imagine the panic-stricken look sweeping across my face. I hadn’t used protection with Sharon. She pulled me tight each time when I flooded her cunt with cum. I had wrongly assumed she was on some kind of birth control.

“It’s your baby, Sam,” she continued.

Angst swept through me while my hands squeezed tightly on Mom’s arms. What an idiot I had been, forgetting about protection. My mind raced with the implications of impregnating a partner. Mom observed my discomfort and moved her hands to mine, pulling them away and holding them tightly, smiling widely, amused at my predicament.

“Relax, it’s okay. Sharon wanted to conceive. She told me how she seduced you and tricked you into thinking she was protected,” Mom quietly related, attempting to calm me. Moving her hands to my arms, she stroked up and down to ease the tension.

Taking a deep breath, I replied, “Wow, Mom. I had no idea. And you’re okay with this? Does she want anything from me?”

“She wanted a baby, and her husband couldn’t give her one,” Mom explained. “She’s elated and doesn’t want anything from you. You know, it’s not uncommon,” she said, locking her eyes with mine.

“Not uncommon?” I asked.

Explaining further, she stated, “Yes. Wealthy women routinely find a young man to impregnate them when their husband can’t or doesn’t want to.”

“Why don’t they visit a fertility clinic for insemination,” I asked, more relaxed from Mom’s gentle caressing.

“They usually prefer the more discreet method. Most of the time, the husband won’t allow it, afraid his colleagues might find out and think he is less of a man for it. Sharon asked me to have this talk with you to ensure you’re okay. She hated not asking you in advance, but feared you’d say no to her,” she stated, looking for my reaction.

I smiled and said, “It’s fine, Mom. I like Sharon, and I’m glad she’s happy now. It was quite a workout last week, though.”

“No details, Sam. A mother doesn’t want to know those kinds of things,” she laughed, breaking the tension.

She pulled backward, and we retired to our rooms to change for another day of work in the garden. Aunt Rachel arrived mid-morning to help out. Several times, Mom caught me staring at my aunt, when she bent over and displayed her ample cleavage. My face reddened, realizing I wasn’t that sneaky, but Mom only smirked and continued to work. We ate at home, Rachel leaving right after.

After our showers, we relaxed on the couch, watching TV. Mom draped her arm around me and stroked my upper arm again as she had in the morning. She guided my arm to do the same while we enjoyed the moment, massaging and bonding together. Her skin felt so smooth and soft, that I could have remained there for the rest of the night. I gently squeezed her arm several times after she did it to me.

We were ready to call it a night, when she looked at me and stated, “I enjoyed the time we spent together during the weekend. It was fun working and playing in the garden. I’ve missed your company more than I thought I would when you were at school.”

Mirroring her feelings, I replied, “I always enjoy working in the garden with you and Aunt Rachel. It’s going to be a bummer when I have to look for another job tomorrow.” I secretly wondered if she had any more hot friends needing help.

As if reading my mind, Mom stated, “Sharon told me some of her friends are jealous of her now,” her eyes locked with mine. “You know, there is a way you can spend more time with me this summer and still earn money.”

Observing my clueless look, she disclosed her plan. “Sharon says her friends would be willing to pay for the same service. It wouldn’t take long, and you could spend more time here with Rachel and me.”

Now it hit me. Mom wanted me to impregnate Sharon’s friends. Trying to hide my excitement, I responded, “Gee, Mom. You want to pimp out your son? That doesn’t sound legal.”

Squeezing my arm harder, she replied. “Not pimping. It isn’t sex. You’d be inseminating desperate women. We would provide a service they need; they’re willing to pay well for it.”

“Umm, Mom. You do realize sex is a part of it, don’t you? How about the legality of it? What if they want to come after me for child support or something?”

She explained, “The women have no intention or desire to establish a relationship with you. They don’t even want to see your face during the process. It wouldn’t be lovemaking; it would be a simple infusion of sperm. They require secrecy because they don’t want to involve anyone else. Sharon’s loyal attorney will provide a legal document to protect both parties from further action. The women would be people we haven’t met to further cement anonymity.”