How Could This Happen

The following story is a sequel to Who Are You. The previous story can be found by clicking on my user name and going to my stories folder. This story stands alone, but you might want to read Who Are You first.




Cassidy Parker rose woke up early that Saturday Morning. She knew her Son Mike would be waiting on the front porch with his laundry.

Arthur, her Husband always liked to sleep in on Saturdays, and then spend his afternoons playing golf with Robert Martin, their next door neighbor. Because he was a light sleeper, she would lie there after waking and let him sleep.

The thirty eight year old woman had tried on numerous occasions to get out of bed without waking him, but Arthur would wake up in a foul mood every time.

She had considered giving her Son his front door key back, but she quickly dismissed that idea, knowing that her Husband would wake up when he entered the house.

However, this particular Saturday Morning Arthur was away on a golf trip with Robert and wouldn't be home until late the following evening.

Cassidy slipped her light housecoat on, covering her short, pink, nightgown, and headed downstairs. As she reached the front door, she heard her Son speaking from the front porch.

"Good morning Mrs. Martin," Mike said.

Cassidy eased the curtain aside a half inch and peeked outside. She saw Eleanor Martin from next door standing at the foot of the steps.

The woman's belly was swelled with her unborn child.

Eleanor gave Cassidy's Son a sexy smile. "After this baby is born, I want another one." She then turned and walked away.

Cassidy backed away from the door, and stood in shock as her neighbor's words rang in her ears.

Had she heard Eleanor correctly?

Was Mike the Father of Eleanor's baby?

Had Eleanor Martin just informed Mike that she wanted him to impregnate her again?

Cassidy's head began to swim. She couldn't believe her eighteen year old Son had impregnated her friend, and neighbor.

But the words, and the seductive look that Eleanor had given Mike, could only mean one thing.

Cassidy knew without a doubt that one of her closest friends was carrying her unborn Grandchild.

She tried to open the front door, but couldn't bring herself to grasp the knob. Cassidy stood there trying to decide what to do. She wanted to be furious with her so called friend, but the truth is Mike is an adult who is just as responsible for this mess as Eleanor.

Cassidy heard Eleanor's car start up. She quickly peeked out the window again just in time to see Eleanor give Mike a wink.

It was true.

Mike was the Father of Eleanor's child.

Cassidy stood there watching Eleanor drive away. Her mind was reeling from the terrible realization that her Son had slept with one of her closest friends. She knew that Eleanor had been desperate to be a Mother for years; but could she be so desperate to conceive that she'd let a friend's eighteen year old Son impregnate her?

Cassidy wanted to scream at her friend, and rip out her hair. Yet, in a strange way, she understood how a woman could do something as despicable as this.

Cassidy had wanted to be a Mother to a second child for years.

Yet for some reason, after giving birth to Mike, she hadn't been able to conceive again.

Arthur had said that one kid was enough, so why worry about it?

But deep down, Cassidy wanted another child. She even went to her Doctor for tests.

The Doctor told her that he could find no reason for her to have more children.

Cassidy had tried to get Arthur to see the Doctor, but he refused, stating that one kid was enough. She suspected that the accident he'd had years earlier was the reason they couldn't conceive, but Arthur refused to see the doctor about it.

Mike stood up and began pacing back and forth.

Deciding she'd made her Son wait outside long enough, she opened the door just as Mike stepped in front of the doorway.

He spun and looked at his Mother. A guilty expression, like he'd just been caught doing something wrong, appeared on his face. Mike quickly masked his feeling of guilt and gave his Mom a warm smile. "Good morning pretty lady," he said, trying to sound enthusiastic.

Cassidy smiled back, before glancing at the bag of dirty clothes. "I see it is laundry day again."

"I know I should do my laundry at the university Laundromat, but I am trying to save money."

"Honey, I don't mind that you bring your laundry here. It gives us a chance to talk."

Mike hugged his pretty Mother. He then grabbed the bag of dirty clothes and walked inside. He followed his Mother to the rear of the house. Mike took in his Mother's long legs peeking out from beneath the short housecoat as he followed her to the laundry room. He knew he shouldn't but the young man loved looking at his sexy Mother.

"You're never up this early," he said as he watched her round bottom bounce with each step. "Where's Dad?"

"Your Father is out of town on a golf trip. He went with Robert Martin, and they won't be back until tomorrow evening."

They entered the laundry room.

Cassidy took the bag of clothes and began sorting them.

Mike helped his mom sort the clothes.

Cassidy loaded the colors into the machine, poured in a cup of detergent, and then started the machine.

Twenty minutes later the pair sat in the breakfast nook, in the corner of the kitchen, and ate breakfast.

Cassidy had tried to talk to her Son, but she could tell his mind was somewhere else. She knew he was thinking about his unborn child.

Finally unable to take it any longer, she asked, "Did you know that the Martins are having a baby?"

Mike looked up at his Mom. "Yeah, I saw Mrs. Martin this morning."

"They have been trying to have a child for years."

Mike nodded. "I know they have. I'm glad Mrs. Martin was finally able to get pregnant."

Cassidy sighed. "Mike, I want to ask you something. Please, don't lie to me."

The expression of guilt returned. "What do you want to ask?"

Cassidy took a deep breath. She had feared having this sort of conversation with her Son for years. She knew he was a good looking boy who could easily get whatever girl he wanted. She just never expected this question to be about a close friend of hers. "Are you the Father of Eleanor's baby?"

Mike's eyes immediately went to his half empty plate. "How did you find out?"

"I was about to let you in when I overhead Eleanor make that remark."

"Mom, you can't tell anyone. It's not Eleanor's fault that I'm the Father."

"I don't understand. What do you mean it's not her fault?"

Mike told his Mother everything. He told her about how he saw Mr. Martin leave one Saturday morning, and that he spied into Eleanor's bedroom window, and saw her blindfolded and tied to the bed.

Cassidy stared in shock at her Son. "You mean you snuck into their house and took advantage of Eleanor while she was blindfolded and tied to their bed?"

Mike slowly nodded his head. "She thought her Husband had returned home early. I left the blindfold on, and had sex with her. I didn't speak until the phone rang, and Mr. Martin left a message on the answering machine. She was shocked at first to find out that it was me having sex with her, instead of her Husband. But I convinced Eleanor that I would be a better sperm donor for conception, because Mr. Martin has a low sperm count. And since I'd already cum in her once, and her risk of becoming pregnant was already high; she decided to let me continue having sex with her until she conceived. We had sex a few times a week until she was positive she was pregnant. Once Eleanor knew she was pregnant, she broke it off with me."

"Only now she wants another baby after this one is born, right?"

Mike looked up from his plate and met his Mother's gaze. "Are you mad at me?"

Cassidy knew she should be furious with her Son for what he'd done to Eleanor, but she just couldn't bring herself to feel anger. "I'm just glad Eleanor didn't have you arrested for rape."

Mike nodded his head. "Mom, I know that what I did was wrong, and it could have turned into a catastrophe, but when I saw Eleanor lying there, looking so beautiful, and sexy, I just couldn't resist. She's a very beautiful woman. Eleanor is as beautiful as you. I just couldn't help myself."

Cassidy smiled lovingly at her Son. Remembering that she needed to keep the conversation on topic, she forced a serious expression onto her face. "I'm flattered that you think I'm beautiful, but what you did to Eleanor was wrong. You could have destroyed their marriage if Robert had found out what you'd done. Eleanor would have been put out on the street with no one to help her."

"You're right."

"Mike, I know you want to have sex with Eleanor again, once she's ready to conceive, but you can't. It isn't right. Robert would be devastated if he found out his Wife is having sex with you just to get pregnant."

"I know. Are you mad at Eleanor?"

"No, actually, I understand her deep need to have a child. After you were born, I desperately wanted another baby. But for some reason your Father couldn't get me pregnant again."

"Did you go to the Doctor to find out why?"

"I went, but your Father refused to go. He keeps insisting that there's nothing wrong with him. He keeps saying that one child is enough. But I always wanted to give you a little Brother or Sister."

"Mom, didn't you tell me that shortly after I was born, Dad had a bicycle accident?"

"Yes, his testicles swelled to twice their normal size. I've tried to get him to be checked by a Doctor, but his pride won't let him."

"Mom, it's pretty hard for a guy to accept the fact that he can't get a woman pregnant anymore."

Cassidy closed her eyes. "I know it is. It makes a man feel like he's less of a man." She opened her eyes and leveled her gaze at Robert. "Please, don't tell your Father we had this conversation. It would crush him."

"I won't say anything, I promise." Mike gazed at his beautiful Mother. "Do you still want to have another child?"

"Yes, I still want another child. Please understand that I love you with all my heart, and that will never change, but I would like to have a second child."

Mike gazed at his beautiful Mother. He hated that she would go through life without having a second child. "I know this is going to sound crazy, but maybe you could get a sperm donor. They wouldn't have to know who you are. You could buy the sperm, and then conceive."

Cassidy stared in disbelief at her Son. "You are right about one thing. That does sound crazy. Your Father would never agree to someone else's sperm being used to impregnate me. Besides, I don't want just anyone's sperm. That is a gift I will only accept from someone I love."

Mike knew his next statement could alienate his Mom from him, but he wanted to make her happy. "Maybe I could be the donor. After all you love me."

Cassidy stared at her son for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Sweetie, I appreciate the gesture, but there is no way in hell your Father would allow you to artificially inseminate me with your sperm. He would divorce me just for bringing the subject up. Besides, there isn't a sperm bank in the country who would agree to perform that procedure. You're my Son."

"I know, but it would make you happy if you had another child."

"Yes it would make me very happy. And I am flattered that you love me enough to offer to give me your sperm. But Arthur would never agree to that."

Robert noticed that his Mother wasn't outraged by the idea. He decided to take the next step. "What if Dad didn't find out?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Mom, all you would have to do is let me know when you're ovulating. I would masturbate into a baking syringe and give it to you. You could then insert the sperm into your body, and no one would be the wiser. Dad would think that he got you pregnant."

"I can't believe we are having this conversation. I would know that it's your sperm."

"Yes, but it would be the sperm of someone you love. The baby would be conceived in love."

Cassidy felt tears well up in the corners of her eyes. She gave her Son a warm smile. "You're something else. You are willing to do something that is completely preposterous to make your Mother happy."

Cassidy stood up, and wrapped her arms around Mike's neck. "I really can't accept your offer, but I do appreciate the fact that you are willing to make it."

Mike stood and returned his Mother's hug. He could feel her ample breasts pressing against his chest. His cock began to swell in his shorts. Stepping back before she felt it, he said, "I love you too Mom. And I want you to know that my crazy offer stands."

Cassidy gave Mike a peck on the cheek. "I will keep that in mind."

Mike spent the entire day with his Mom.

They talked and laughed together throughout the day.

Cassidy was glad she could spend time with her Son.

He was such a wonderful young man who was willing to put her needs ahead of his own.

Throughout the day, Cassidy's thoughts kept returning to her Son's offer. She began to ask herself if she could allow her Son to give her sperm. Cassidy knew it was the right time of the month to get pregnant.

It wouldn't be like they were having sex.

Mike would simply fill a baking syringe with his sperm, and then she would deposit the sperm in her vagina.

No one would know that the sperm belonged to her Son.

As the sun began to set, Cassidy decided that perhaps Mike's suggestion wasn't so crazy after all.

Mike was in the laundry room getting his clean clothes.

Cassidy entered the room. Her expression showed the nervousness she was feeling. "Mike, before you go, can I talk to you?"

"Sure Mom, what do you want to talk about?"

"I know this is insane, but I've been thinking about your offer all day. If you're serious about donating your sperm, then I would like to accept your offer."

"Of course I'm serious. Just tell me when you want the sperm."

Cassidy sighed. She couldn't believe she was about to ask her own Son to do this. "I'm not ovulating, but I am in my fertile time of the month. Could you give it to me before you go?"

Mike felt his cock twitch. He placed his bag on top of the washer. "Yeah, I'll be glad to give you my sperm."

"Remember no one can know about this."

"I promise. This will be between us."

Fifteen minutes later, Mike sat naked on his old bed with the large opening of the baking syringe pressed against the tip of his cock. He rubbed his hard meat with his left hand, as he held the syringe with his right.

The squeeze cap was lying on the bed next to him.

Mike stroked his cock for what seemed like an eternity.

Cassidy stood in the hall feeling embarrassed that she'd agreed to this crazy scheme. She had dressed in a short nightgown that barely covered her bottom. Her panties were lying on her bedroom floor.

The lovely Mother knew they shouldn't be doing this, but she saw no other way of becoming pregnant.

They had agreed that Mike would deposit his seed in the syringe, put the cap back on, and then hand the syringe to her through the doorway.

Mike would open the door just far enough to pass the syringe to his Mom.

Cassidy would then go into her bedroom; insert the syringe into her vagina, and then load the sperm into her womb.

After fifteen minutes, Cassidy began to wonder what was wrong. "Mike, are you ok?" She asked through the closed door.

There was a long pause. "I'm having trouble ejaculating. I think it's because of the plastic syringe."

Cassidy began rubbing her temples. "I knew this was a bad idea," she groaned.

"Mom, could you come in here? I think I have a solution."

Cassidy knew she shouldn't enter the bedroom, but she was desperate. "Turn out the light first."

A few moments later the light shining from under the door went out.

Cassidy opened the door, and entered the room. The hallway light illuminated her lack of panties to her Son.

Mike's cock twitched at the sight of his Mother's snatch.

Cassidy closed the door, before approaching the bed. "What is your solution?"

Mike decided that if he was going to convince his Mother of this next idea he'd better keep his language clinical. "I was thinking that instead of using the syringe, you could lie back on the bed, and I would place the tip of my penis just inside your opening. That way when I ejaculated, the sperm would go directly inside you."

"Mike, I can't let you have sex with me. I'm your Mother."

"But we wouldn't be having sex. You would just be present and ready to be inseminated. I'm not going to put my entire penis inside you, just enough so the sperm will enter your body."

Cassidy ran her right hand through her hair. "Oh hell, this is going too far."

"Trust me, Mom, we won't be having intercourse. This is nothing more than transferring semen from my body to yours."

Cassidy knew in her heart that what they were about to do was wrong, but her desire to be a Mother once again overrode her sense of logic. "Alright, we'll do this. But you cannot put anymore of your penis inside me than is necessary; just the tip."

Mike's cock twitched again.

Cassidy climbed onto the bed, and lay back with her head on the pillow. Closing her eyes, she spread her legs wide, and bent her knees. Her nightgown slid up slightly exposing her pussy to her Son. She felt exposed, as she lay there.

Mike eased between his Mother's thighs, and slid forward until the tip of his cock came to rest against the folds of her pussy lips.

Cassidy felt dry.

Mike backed his cock away from his Mother's entrance. "Mom, I'm not going to be able to insert the tip while you are dry. Could you stimulate your vaginal juices?"

She groaned as she slid her middle finger through her pussy lips. "I can't believe I'm masturbating in front of my Son."

"Mom, this isn't for sexual excitement. You're just making it easier for the tip of my penis to penetrate you."

"I know what it's for. But that doesn't stop me from being embarrassed." She began to rub her clit, and pussy lips. Within a few moments fluids began running out her opening, and across her fingers. "Alright, I'm lubricated."

As Cassidy removed her hand, Mike eased forward again.

"I have another idea," he said as he pulled open the top drawer to his nightstand. He reached in and pulled out an old tie he'd left behind.

"What are you going to do with that?" Cassidy asked nervously.

"Mom, I can see that you're nervous. I thought I'd tie your hands to the center railing of the headboard so you can't move around as much. That way my ejaculate doesn't spew all over you instead of inside where it needs to be."

"You want to use bondage on me?" Cassidy couldn't believe what her Son was suggesting.

"This isn't for bondage purposes. It's just to help you hold still while I inseminate you."

"Good grief! Next you'll want to gag me so I don't change my mind."

"I'm not going to gag you. If you change your mind before my sperm enters your body, I'll stop. I promise."

"You didn't stop with Eleanor. You filled her up, and now she's pregnant with your child."

"Mom, Eleanor didn't want me to stop. Think about it; even with the blindfold, she had to subconsciously know that it wasn't her Husband."

Cassidy knew her son was right.

There was no way that Eleanor would think it was Robert.

"Alright, but I am trusting that you will not take advantage of me." Knowing she'd probably regret this decision, Cassidy slipped her wrists around the center bar of the headboard.

Mike took the tie and tied his Mom's wrists together.

He then eased his body back into position.

Cassidy tugged on the tie to see if she could get loose. It didn't take but a moment to know that she was helpless and at her Son's mercy.

Mike eased the tip of his cock between his mother's vaginal lips and slowly inserted the head of his cock inside her.