Impregnating My Aunt

Just as I was going there, I heard Liz return down the stairs.

“Lizzie? Sorry, I haven’t yet gotten to…”

My jaw dropped. Just coming down the stairs was an amazingly beautiful woman with long red hair, dressed in a thin, black negligee. It looked kind of like a Japanese style kimono made of silk, with big flowers embroidered onto it. In several places, it was completely see-through. I just stood there, gawking.

“Wow…”

“Oh, sorry…” she said, pulling the garment tighter – not that it did much to hide her incredible features. Her breasts were almost fully exposed by the see-through material. “Uhm… I’m just getting ready…”

“Okay… I’ll… go in now.”

I went into the bathroom, closed the door behind me and pulled down my pants. I didn’t even need the magazines this time – not after what I’d just seen. I quickly picked up the donation cup and placed it on the bench in front of me. Then I closed my eyes and thought about that gorgeous woman in her black negligee while I jacked off like the world was going to end if I didn’t have an orgasm in the next two minutes.

Sixty seconds later, I pulled my pants back up and closed the cap on the plastic cup. My heart was beating quickly and I almost felt out of breath. The sight of my aunt wearing next to nothing was still vivid in my mind. Her round, full breasts, pushing at that see-through material, nipples clearly visible through the thin cloth…

I washed my hands and grabbed the cup, exiting the bathroom to find her waiting there, by the foot of the stairs.

“Wow, that was fast.” she said, smiling happily.

“Yes, well… you know… anything for a lady…”

She took the cup from me and held it up to the light, looking at it dreamily. I wasn’t sure what to do; I’m terrible at making conversation.

“I see you changed…”

“Oh, yes. I’ve set up some things in my room, and…”

“Things?”

“Yes… well, some toys and such…”

“Toys?”

For a second, she seemed flustered. Then, recovering her composure, she started talking about the sorts of preparations she had made, including reading romantic stories and watching exciting films…

“You see, I read these articles online that being horny really helps… Apparently, the woman’s internal environment gets really conducive to impregnation if she’s sexually excited. So I thought that before I use… your sperm… I’ll get myself worked up by using toys. You know… vibrators.”

We both cleared our throats at the same time, laughing as we realized that we were both suitably embarrassed. As we stopped giggling, I realized that there really wasn’t any need to be shy at this point; we’d already been pretty intimate – albeit in a very indirect way – and we were both adults who knew about bodily fluids, porn and vibrators already. Liz also seemed to relax as we both headed out to the kitchen to get something to drink.

“Sooo yeah… I’m gonna get myself off using my vibrator. Then I’ll inject your stuff and hope for the best. And then maybe use the vibrator again. Apparently, the chances of conceiving increases a lot if the woman is really horny. I don’t know if it’s really true, though; there are so many weird ideas floating around on these online forums, you have no idea…”