Step by Step
Chapter Six — You want children, you need children!
An argument, another intolerable argument.
Mary and Jordan had been happily married for three years and with Jordan’s advancement up the firm meant that Mary had little reason to work. She loved her modelling job however and the prospect of being trapped at home was intolerable. Jordan though had a solution: motherhood! He never shut up on how they were young, fit and financially stable, so why shouldn’t they become parents.
Ugh, the idea of a tumour growing in her belly, before it would burst out of her in a shower of blood, then attach itself to her breast like a leech. Oh, no thank you. Jordan could take his dreams of babies and shove them up his rear.
“We’re not talking about this again,” she snapped “I can’t stand children, end of story.”
Jordan looked torn.
“Are you frightened of being a bad parent?” he asked just a touch hopefully.
“Honey, even if I had it in me to be a first-rate mom, I still wouldn’t want to be.”
So, Jordan retreated to his study as he usually did when their arguments had no resolution, and as Mary sat down upon the sofa, she heard him rooting around, in that frantic way when he couldn’t find something.
“Darling,” he called out “Where is my oak box?”
His battered and chipped oak box was a collection of knickknacks that he’d never let anyone touch, even her. She however, hated it for taking up space and being something of an eyesore.
“Oh,” she frowned “I think I might have seen it in the attic.”
And since men can’t live without their useless junk, Jordan immediately trudged up to the loft, and after half an hour came back looking agitated.
“It’s not there,” he hissed.
Mary held up her palms. “Well, I might have pawned it, there was this yard sale a few years back and…”
Jordan went livid, frightfully livid in a way that almost unnerved Mary as he stormed off to the garden.
Jeez, she thought as she rolled her eyes, did men have to be so priggish over their crap? Besides Jordan had disposed plenty of her stuff without asking. He’d probably give her the cold shoulder for the rest of the day which after his outburst she could use, quite honestly.
Next Monday Jordan announced he was taking a trip to Denver; saying it was purely business. So, Mary in his absence, delighted in long baths and binge watching shows he didn’t like, but all the same, was happy to run up to the front door to greet him when she heard his car pull into the driveway on Sunday.
They kissed and Mary giggled as Jordan squeezed her behind.
“Took me a while,” he smiled “but I sorted out the case.”
“And what case was that?”
He tapped his nose, letting her know it was all hush, hush but then added: “Oh I’ve been thinking about the whole baby thing.”
“Yes,” Mary sighed wearily.
“And I’ll hold off for the time being. Who knows time can change minds, so I won’t bring up the subject again, not until oh about three years, okay?”
She wasn’t sure if she believed that but if he was willing to wait, maybe she’d convince him to give up on the idea permanently. Well, whatever, it was good enough for now.
After a delicious evening meal of roast beef and cauliflower with Mary pulling out all the stops, she purred: “Hmm, I’ve got to it after a week without you, I’ve been feeling blue.”
Here she did a faux pout.
“So, honey,” she went on “Fancy taking your wife upstairs and…”
Jordan grinned, gloated really, as he slyly reached into his pocket, and then…
“You want children, you need children. You want to be a mother, you long to be a mother so badly. You know deep down that having children will be the most fulfilling experience imaginable.”
Mary nursed a slight headache as Jordan held her in his arms.
“Darling,” he asked, “Are you alright.”
A fainting spell. Hadn’t had one of those in a while, but Mary quickly regained her composure. “Oh, it’s nothing honey, now take me upstairs and make me a woman, again and again.”
The next few weeks were a little strange for Mary. For one, she found that damn box of her husband’s back in his study and ing his annoyed outburst, just shrugged, deciding to leave it alone for the time being.
Second, the sex felt different, somehow there was a goal in their lovemaking, before sex had been for its own sake, but now, having her man cum inside of her seemed to be step one.
Dunno what brought that out.
But most importantly, perhaps because of Jordan’s persistent talk and ultimately backing down, Mary was more aware of kids than before.
And frankly they were making her feel the most alien sensations.
During the night, curled up on the sofa, she didn’t peruse through stock market prices or listen to classical pieces but instead found herself clicking on baby photos. Seeing a pink pudgy thing in a diaper no longer made her wince but instead coo and say, “Oh, isn’t he the cutest?”
She’d read moms’ blogs in a somewhat morose mood. All the adventures and misadventures of raising children made her own life feel just a tad empty.
And with laser focused vision Mary kept spying on moms in real life. The sight of a joyful young mother with a couple of kids hanging out in the park near her home, awoke in Mary something like a yearning, deep rooted and primal. Seeing a pregnant woman walking past, her belly big and heavy made Mary caress her own flat stomach, unable to shake off the growing mixture of envy and longing.
What was happening to her? The wistfulness, the need, the sense of being unfulfilled and slightly resentful of other women who dared have children. God, she had been certain, proof positive she wanted to remain childless for life, knowing deep in her gut that kids weren’t in her future.
But if that was the case, why did she keep browsing the net every night, gazing longingly at the videos and images of babies, thinking to herself that she wanted one, more than anything in the world.
Jordan snuck up behind her and yup, his cock, was poking at her backside. It was time.
Only now there was something different to it, something felt a little more electrifying.
As Jordan lay kisses up and down her neck, gently unbuttoning her blouse, Mary moaned, as her spirits began to rise.
She hadn’t popped in her diaphragm yet; but she felt freer and cleaner without it. Plus, the idea of unprotected sex, with the whole risk factor was a real turn on.
“I want you,” Jordan whispered, his voice thick with desire, “I want you so bad!”
Chewing her lower lip, Mary gently spread her legs open, showing her husband how moist she was for him.
“Darling,” she gasped, not quite believing what she was saying “Could we try a little roleplaying for a change?”
“Sure,” he grinned “why not?”
She knew she had to think of something that would really turn her on, sometimes she called Jordan “Daddy” or “Master” or mutter “Oh darling father will see” but now she truly needed to stir her deepest desires.
“Why don’t we play a little game of getting me pregnant?”
His eyes bulged as his cock twitched and grew a little bigger. Oh, goody it was working, Mary thought as she bit her finger in an oh so naughty way: “Cum inside me stud. Make me a mommy.”
God, the low groan he gave her as his firm hands roamed all over her inviting body before she felt his cock press up against the barrier of her lips.
“Enter me,” she whispered, “I need you!”
As he did so, sliding his hard, throbbing piston into her wet centre, Mary whimpered. Knowing he could knock her up made it all the more intense. She grabbed Jordan’s hand, pressing it up against her flat stomach.
“My belly’s so tight and empty,” she pouted “I want to feel your baby growing inside of me. C’mon sweetie, can’t you fuck a baby into me?”
Jeez, she was really getting into her role, wasn’t she? All this pregnancy talk, completely rancid to her a few weeks ago was now oh so natural and judging by the red faced, slack jawed look from Jordan, he was in utter agreement.
“Yeah,” he grunted “I will. I’ll fucking knock you up. I’ll give you a baby.”
“Oh baby,” Mary moaned “please!”
There was the rutting, the slow rhythm that soon became a frantic build up because now Jordan’s love making was more urgent, more animalistic than ever before.
“Belly’s goanna swell,” he growled “You won’t see your feet. Your boobs will fill with milk!”
“Yeah baby,” she hissed back “Make me pregnant!”
And as her body bounce to his, vivid images filled her head.
There she stood barefooted and pregnant walking around the kitchen barely able to see her toes. There she was flat on her back screaming in pain as her baby emerge from her body and there she was, breast feeding her little miracle.
And she saw herself, knocked up again while her children, joyful and free, ran around her home as she fulfilled her destiny as wife and mother.
“Cum inside me!” she screamed her primordial scream “Make me pregnant, make me the mother of your children. I want this, I fucking need this!”
She wrapped her legs around his waist and cried out as he erupted his seed into her fertile unprotected womb.
Weeping in joy, Mary felt something stir within her (she was pregnant, she knew it!) and the warm glow of an approving conscience smiled at her.
“Just roleplaying?” Jordan asked as he kissed her cheek.
Mary couldn’t deny what had happened. Couldn’t deny that motherhood no longer felt like some scary mixture of failure and stolen time but a goal she longed to achieve, a need she had to fulfil.
Would she be a crap mom? No sir, she was going to give it her all.
“Shut up,” she said, “you’re cumming inside me again and again until I’m good and knocked up buster!”