What’s Up Doc?

Mom turned red again. She started pulling me on top of her, to make that 'spite baby'.

I stopped her, reminding her of the front desk.

Not to be put off, she put me on my side. With one hand she key-holed my powerful cock. With the other hand, she cupped my rapidly re-filling manly balls. As she weighed them, they seemed to swell in her hand. Within a few minutes, they were once again heavy, swollen with love juice full of my little baby makers. With a final gentle bounce, she released those manly orange-sized globes of virility and moved that hand to hold open the wet lips of the entrance of her fertile vagina. I finally could take no more. Her skilled hand aimed the mighty cock at her open lips which let loose a succession of frothy blasts, each one increasingly focused on the target, mom's pussy. The splashes hit high, hit low, and then hit squarely inside. Mom used my cockhead to push in the rest. The release made me go limp all over, except my still steely cock, which I plunged deeply into mom to complete our silent, slow motion act of love.

I fell over and again encouraged her: "Have my baby mom!"

Thinking of him and that phone call, she was anxious, almost desperate. She rose up from the bed, brushing my lips lightly with hers, pledging, "I now will do YOUR bidding, sweetheart. When it comes to the life you put inside of me, I will carry them to term; I will give birth. Now we have to work on the other side of revenge...your treacherous father. Do you have any ideas?"

Our first step came after he kicked mom to the curb, forcing her (to my joy and hers eventually) into my home. Mom gave me permission to use my cock in any way necessary to get back at him. To that end, I dated his receptionist as I had before.

After a cheap dinner down by the beach, I got her in the sack. (easy? Well, she was) I asked her about the office and any shenanigans.

She said that she couldn't tell, she was paid a bonus to keep quiet and he would put the hurt on her. I dropped my heavy cock against the tingling lips of her fertile cunt.

Sawing it back and forth, back and forth, her eyes closed, her lips puckered, and she whispered kiss me. I did. She then whispered, "Please, let's make love!" I pushed my powerful manhood down to the very depths of her fertile regions, her cervix lightly brushed. I then pulled out with an audible slurp and pop. She raised her arms, beckoning for more love.

I instead wrote my name on the sopping wet entrance to her fertile region with my uncut cockhead, demanding that if she wanted love, maybe even a baby, she'd have to bring me proof of her accusations; proof that he overbilled hospitals, Medicare, the state, and the patients themselves or their insurance companies. Also, we needed proof of frivolous medical excuses for prescriptions for controlled substances, etc.

She stubbornly refused to budge.

I once again entered her fertile vagina, my cock pushed in fully, the head pressed against the back walls and twisted towards the uterus. I said, "Just think; if you're a good girl and do what I say, your 21 year old womb will be filled tomorrow night with millions of my potent sperm, any one of which is capable of giving you a baby." I sat up and flexed my mighty muscles, my biceps bulging in a showy display of sheer manhood. With quaking hands, one of them on my wet eleven inch cock, the other caressing my straining, bulging right arm muscle, Jane the receptionist said, "You win, God you win!! I will get you copies of all of that, ten of each. Please have that cock ready for baby-making at seven sharp!"

The next night, like clockwork, Jane arrived with a briefcase filled with dynamite information. Just a quick glance was good enough. I smiled and said, "It's baby time!"

She sat on the edge of the bed. As I approached, she had me bend down. She tugged on my hair with all of her strength; nothing came out. She said, "You might have the body of a god, but I had to check to make sure that the baldness gene was not yours. I don't have to check those magnificent muscles. You will make an incredible sperm donor. Let's make a baby."

With passion but none of the love I felt for my mom, I fucked with precision and power until my cockhead got the big opening it only got during baby-making. I let loose with a measly five short squirts of my life-fluid. Since she was kind of black-mailing me for my seed, she'd have to make do with five small loads, the rest would remain in my bull-sized sac, waiting for the chance to be transferred to mom.

That night, I got a call from Jane.

Not to keep any secrets from mom, I put it on speakerphone. She said, "I wanted to thank you so much for your mighty sperm. If this gets me pregnant, I will tell my husband it was his. If you're still around, we can have a good time cuckolding the wimp. I'll even let you drink my breast milk while he's not looking. Good bye, Superman!"

She hung up. Mom turned red for the third time in 24 hours. She straightened my hair. She said, "That easy jezebel. Jimmy, if you got ME pregnant, I would let you drink MY mother's milk. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Breast milk? Warm, sweet, mother's milk? The same milk from the same mommy who filled your little tummy with nourishment when you were a baby? With a smash of your tongue and tug of your lips, you would fasten that hungry mouth on my oversized nipple, the milk just ready to explode warmly into your mouth. But for us now, like an aphrodisiac, that milk would get you hard. So the baby's milk of the first baby would lead to our next baby....and the next...and the next."

We got a law firm on contingency with experience in medical billing to review the data. They sent a fake patient there and secured prescriptions for para-codeine generics, confirming Jane's evidence. We went with them to the local district attorney.

Malcolm, mom's cheating, lying, two-timing, husband, was arrested for fraud over medical billing, writing prescriptions for controlled substances under false pretenses, and other violations. The state and IRS also wanted in.

It was written, 'hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.' Mom gave up a lot in divorce potential settlements just to square things with him. But she did get her revenge.

Suffice it to say, the divorce court took his recent conviction and behavior into account. His million dollar estate was split in half. We got $500,000 and he got the same, but his went toward the penalties assessed against him. He ended the day with one half of everything, but all of it seized by state and Federal authorities. His license was pulled.

Unlike me, my mother WAS a vengeful person. She visited him in prison and in the conjugal trailer, she showed him pictures of her pussy dripping with the copious seed shot by yours truly; my cock was draped over her thigh to show the seed planter. Other pictures showed the big nursery we built in our new home, our newfound wealth [from him] really helping matters. There were five cribs just waiting for our small army of babies.

He said he didn't believe one bit of this, doubting that she and I were a couple. To make her point, she pushed the chair back from the table, opened her overcoat, showing her swollen belly. To his amazement, she pointed back at the pictures. Looking closely, you could see "property of Jimmy" recently tattooed around mom's sacred chamber entrance.

"The scan today showed twins, two healthy male fetuses. My son makes strong, perfect babies. I will be proud to give birth to them." She left, never to see him again.

Mom was not just spiteful but thorough. One night, as we listened to the two babies sleeping near us, we celebrated the blue mark on the home pregnancy test. My 'sterile' old bag of a mother (per her ex-hubby) was once again pregnant...by me! We no sooner celebrated that when a knock at the door put a scare into us, as it was pitch dark out. I went to the door and a partner of mom's law firm dropped off a dossier. Mom read it cover to cover, smiled and dropped it in my lap, saying, "Finished; we won, sweetheart. A huge new home, two perfect babies home with us, another on the way. His old Mercedes, your new Mercedes, a half million in cash. Not bad for a night's work! Now, last but not least, this." The report showed the firm had gone to incredible lengths to find Mal, former physician and free man due to prison overcrowding. He went to work for charities as a doctor, but our alert to them to check the AMA did it and he was discharged. He went to Kuala Lumpur to be a doctor, but the AMA alert was world-wide. He became a male nurse there, juggling bed pans and stool samples. Finally, he had a tryst with a local woman, but the wrong woman. He contracted HIV and we got no further data on him.

I just said, "WOW! From eminent physician to juggling bed pans. Is THAT revenge enough for you, mom!?!"

To my amazement, she said no. She looked at me, kissed my lips. She tapped our wedding rings (that return to her maiden name really did the trick and we got a marriage license out West.) She said, "If you hadn't intervened and saved me, his henchman would've carved me up. Just for an insurance payday and to ensure that I could never breed again with someone who loved me, they would violate the Hippocratic Oath. No, sweetheart, I'm very ashamed but I won't be satisfied till that SOB has been put six feet under. Forgive me Jim for wanting revenge."

This tiny woman, a wellspring to me of love, of life, of everything I cherish scared me a little. It was in even poorer taste three months later. Mom got another message by courier from the law firm. She read it and gave it to me. The law firm expressed its sympathies that her ex-husband Malcolm had succumbed to HIV in Kuala Lumpur. Like a mad woman, mom threw me on the marital bed. She grabbed a thumbtack and tacked that message on the bedpost where she could see it. On top of me cowgirl style, she read the message over and over as her hips were a frenetic blur of motion. She made a last read of the message, looked down at me, collapsed to kiss me, and had the biggest, longest orgasm she'd ever had. Not knowing that she had gotten an orgasm reading about his demise, I responded as I always had, as I always would forever. I gripped her firm behind, raised my hips, and inundated her vagina with my powerful, wondrous seed. We did that whether she was fertile or not; we did it so passionately that there were few points when she wasn't pregnant. We filled up that nursery of five and had a second one built. Mom had won, and I was delighted to help and go along for the ride.