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The Best Kind of Birth Control: JennaBaby and TheRipper

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Forty year old Catherine Howell sighed as she entered the modest sized townhouse where she had lived the past twelve years. Ever since her husband David had died, she had been living here with her daughter. She had always wanted more children but even after a year and a half sleeping with her bofyriend, who also worked at her daughter's school, no baby had come. And now the doctor had confirmed that she could not. Glancing at the clock, she saw that it was six and guessed that James was home, probably in the mancave of a basement he'd made and her daughter was at her academic team practice and wouldn't be home till seven or so. Just in time for dinner. Sighing, she walked downstairs to her boyfriend's little place of peace. He needed it. After all, he lived in a house full of women. Beer cooler, flat screen, and anything else he wanted to put on the wall or in the room. She smiled and walked over to him sitting on the sofa and then ran her fingers through his hair, leaning down and kissing his neck.

She was what one might consider a milf. At forty, she had a body of a twenty year old and kept her hair dyed dark brown so that one could never see the gray. Her breasts were decently sized and pert and she could pass for someone much younger than her age. She had a c-section scar on her stomach but nothing to horrible and besides a few wrinkles at the corners of her hazel eye, one would never know she was a day over thirty. "Mmm...How was work?" she asked softly, brushing her lips over his cheek. He was not to much taller than she was. In her glory days she had been a model and now she was an editor for a local fashion magazine and had a height of 5'10''.

Her daughter was not especially tall. She barely toped 5'6'' and guessed the height came from most of the women on her father's side of the family.
 
"Hmm..." his arm moved up to great her, pulling her face towards him so he turned to kiss her lips. He held her there for a moment, pulling away to smile. "Work was ok. Those kids are pretty in shape and it looks like the football team is set on crushing all opposition. You're daughter though..." he chuckled, "well lets just say she still isn't keen on her gym teacher is banging her mom." He laughed at that, kissing her again. "Her absolutely gorgeous mom."

Now that she was here he turned off the tv, suddenly finding something much more interesting to occupy himself with. "Come here you," he growled, suddenly getting up on the couch and grabbing her by the waste. He was a strong man, easily lifting her over the couch and dropping her back onto the cushions. He was on top of her in seconds, his muscular arms wrapping around her body, running up her leg and cupping her behind.

"And how was your day?" he asked, kissing her cheek. "The doctor give good news?"
 
She moaned as he kissed her and then she looked at him grinning before rubbing her body against his like a cat might a man's leg or the corner of a couch. "Gemma's stubborn..." she whispered then sighed. "My day was fine. As for the doctor..." she trailed off, stroking his cheek. "He said that I can't have any more children. I'm in early onset menapause. Me...menepause. Isn't that terrible...He said most women start going through the change as early as their thirties. If I did get pregnant...a one in one billion chance...that....the chances of me dying or the chances of me miscarrying were to great a risk...I'll never be able to have another baby," she whispered, disappointed that she couldn't give him such a gift as a baby. He wasn't a father. Not that she knew, and he'd mentioned the idea of having his first child with her. Now it was not meant to be.

"I hope you aren't to upset. I'm sure we can find someone or some way to get a baby. A sperm bank maybe? Find a surrogate..." She smiled then sighed, running her hands down his body, slowly taking off his shirt. "I'm...sorry...I did want to have another baby..especially with you..." She sighed then kissed him deeply and then kissed his neck. "We'll figure something out," she promised. "But...make love to me James...before Gemma comes home...uh...I've missed you..."
 
His grip on her suddenly tightened as she told him the truth, his hands holding hers by the wrists and pulling them over her head. "What?" he said, shocked. He had been planning on raising a child of his own with this woman, maybe even more than one. And now...

"Can't they do something? Medication?" he asked, already knowing the answer. Pulling away from her he got off the couch, pacing towards the wall and pounding his fist against it. It was clear he was getting into another of his moods. Since they had been together he had proved to be an excellent lover and caretaker, having more than once scared off men who made illicit advances towards her. But sometimes he became a little...angry. His shirt was already undone, revealing the hard muscles underneath. As attractive as they were they also spoke of how dangerous he could be. "I come here after a hard day at work and this is what you spring on me? Huh?"

He was suddenly on top of her again, grabbing her hair and making her look up at him. "Surrogates? Sperm Banks? I was supposed to have a child with you!" He threw her back down on the couch, straddling her body as he removed the rest of his shirt. "Make love...feh, you only deserve a good fucking." With callous disregard he grabbed her own shirt and ripped it open, revealing those large breasts he enjoyed playing with so much. With a feral look in his eyes he seized them as his face buried itself in the crook of her neck. As one hand squeezed and pinched her nipple the other moved to undo her pants, his erection hard, ready and angry to fuck the sexy mother beneath him.
 
As frightening as he was, it was one of the things about him that turned her on. Up until him, sex had been truly nothing. With him it was pure addiction. She moaned as he pinched her nipple and she helped him out of her pants and kicked them aside. "I'm sorry James...Oh god I'm so sorry," she said, already hot and wet for him. "I'm sure...we can do something...Figure something out..." she whispered and ran her hands over his back, moving down to squeeze the globes of his ass.

Moaning softly, she kept her eyes shut tight, her legs spread, ready for him to take her. Wanting that violent passion. She was a woman that could handle it where others couldn't. And she loved this man and was addicted to him. She would do anything she could for him because she never wanted to lose him. She would find out a way to give him a baby. He would be a good father. She was certain of it.
 
"Fucking slut," he hissed as she grabbed his ass. "You don't fucking deserve my cock." His own pants were next, kicking the off and entwining his legs with her own. His large erection was now pressed up against her, precum smearing against her belly as he maneuvered himself. "What if your daughter saw you like this hmm? You're practically fucking on your husbands grave."

Without warning he shoved himself inside of her, spreading her open and letting out a groan. He arched back, pushing his hips forward as one arm lifted her ass up in the air to meet him. The other kept a firm hold of her breast as he began to fuck her hard, working her back and forth while all the while leering down at her.
 
She moaned. "James," she whimpered, gasping and moaning as he used her body. He blamed her for something that was not her fault and yet she felt horribly guilty. The idea of Gemma seeing them was slim. The chances of Gemma hearing them was an entirely differenT matter all together. But Gemma would not do or say anything if she did. Her daughter was a shy one and didn't like talking about anything, boys or sex wise leastaways.

As she was pounded, Catherie dug her nails into his shoulder. Thrusting her hips up to meet him. "Oh...James," she grunted. "I know...I know....but I am...y-your slut baby...just yours," she moaned
 
He remembered the first time he knew that she was the woman for him. It had been the night of their first date: they had seen a movie, hit a bar, and he was dropping her off at her place when made his move. She had resisted, struggled, and he ended up pounding her on the kitchen floor. It had been the most satisfying sex of his life and when she started calling him back he quickly found it had been hers as well.

Burying his head into the crook of her neck he bit her neck, not hard enough to break skin but not gentle in the least. His hard chest pressed against her own as re rocked into her hard and fast, his hand gripped her thigh, pulling it over his ass. "Wrap you legs around me," he hissed in her ear.
 
Catherine moaned and did so, wrapping her legs around him, nails digging into his shoulder as he fucked her hard. There was no gentleness. He didn't treat her like fragile glass. This was pure fucking and it was absolutely delicious.

Upstairs, Gemma entered the house and sighed, shutting the door. She was a pretty girl. None of her mother's height however. Her breasts were c-cup, she had a tiny waist and a nice ass that at the moment was being hugged in slim fitting jeans. She was wearing a simple blouse and her blonde-brown hair up in a ponytail with a ribbon. She was the consumate over-achiever. Head cheerleader, captain of the debate team and the academic team. A beautiful girl with classes in AP and Honors and of course, she had just been asked out by the captain of the basketball team. She was quiet most of the time but had a natural charm that had many wanting to be her friend. A naturally sweet girl.

As she sat the keys to her car down and laid her books by the door, she glanced around, not seeing anyone but heard the distinct sound of moans and groans coming up the basement stairs. "Oh joy," she muttered then shook her head, going upstairs to her room to do some homework.
 
He let out a groan and gripped her tighter, picking up the pace. Normally he would have made this last but this little fuck-session wasn't about her right now. He was angry and needed a release. "What's my name?!" he yelled at her, smacking her ass as he pounded into her dripping pussy. "Scream it, whore!" He was aware Gemma was home and wandering around upstairs but he didn't care if the teenager if the teenager heard them or not. Hell, he didn't care if she fucking recorded them.

But he did care about having a child and he sudden reminder of his lover's firstborn sent a jolt up his spin. Growing in anger he bit into Catherine's neck, sure to leave a mark, as he came hard inside of her. His seed filled her like a hot torrent, as he road his orgasm, hhis own naked smacking against hers over and over, hard.
 
"James!" she screamed as he rode her hard and she came with him, moaning out and digging her nails into him as he came. Tears fell down her cheek but she collapsed beneath him, crying and shaking. She wiped her eyes and then looked at him' I'm so sorry," she whispered and then closed her eyes and looked away. Taking a deep breath, she ran her fingers through her hair and then sat up. Her hair was a mess and she needed clothes. Pushing him away, she grabbed the remaints of her blouse and slipped on her pants before walking upstairs. Quickly, she dressed in the bedroom then came back out to the kitchen to start fixing dinner, making sure that her hair hid that bite.

As she started frying up some chicken, Gemma came downstairs and she smiled at her daughter. "How did academic team go?"

Gemma smiled. "Fine...I got top points...once again..." she grinned then bit her bottom lip and walked to the fridge, fixing herself some orange juice. "Where's James?" she asked.

"Downstairs...He'll be up in a minute..." she said. Gemma nodded, walking over to her and then frowning when she saw the forming bruise on her mom's neck. She frowned.

"Mom...he hurt you again. Why do you stay with him?" she asked softly.

Cat looked at her. "It's nothing Gemma...and I love him. Don't say a word," she told her sternly. Gemma frowned and then looked away, going back to her juice. Not understanding her mother at all.
 
James sat back on the couch as she cleaned herself up and went upstairs, not saying a word as she dd so. She was a beautiful woman and a terrific lover but he needed a woman who could give him a child. He let out a sigh as she left,running his hand through his hair. He would need to think about this.

Soon enough he was dressed and heading upstairs, lured by the scent of fried chicken. He stopped just at the basement door, his hand on the doorknob as he heard Gemma talking to her mother. He listened for a moment, gritting his teeth as the little bitch once again tried to tell her mother to leave him. He didn't much care for that, this not being the first time he had overheard such a conversation, but he never did anything about it. Catherine may accept a little abuse on her end but he didn't think she would care much for him disciplining her daughter. Though the brat needed it in his opinion.

"You should listen to your mother, Gemma" he said as he entered the room. He stared down at the sitting girl, his eyes stern and his much taller frame looking menacing. "There are some things a little girl like you just wouldn't understand."

As if to nail home his point he came up behind her mother, wrapping his arms around her waste as she worked at the stove. "Hmm, smells good." he told her, kissing the back of her neck. "You always make the best chicken." This was a common theme in the house. One moment he was holding her down, fucking her into next week while smacking her backside and then he was back to being a perfect gentleman.
 
Catherine looked at him and smiled then kissed him. "Mmm..." she smiled. Gemma, seeing this just shook her head and finished her juice before getting up and walking from the room. She walked upstairs and slammed the door to her room. Catherine sighed. "I'm sorry," she told James. "Maybe one day she'll come around..." she trailed off and then kissed him before putting on a pot of rice and turning on the oven to roast some veggies. Walking to the fridge, she grabbed all the peppers and vegetables and then went to the cutting board to start slicing them up.

"I think it's partly because you used to be her gym teacher. But...she'll come round," she nodded then looked at him. "You're thinking awfully hard about something," she mused softly.
 
Reaching out to still a picture on the wall (shaking a bit from Gemma slamming her door" he shook his head. "I'm just thinking about you, her...and our baby." He didn't hide the fact that this was important to him. He had made his intentions very clear when he moved in with her and Gemma. "Your daughter just pisses me off sometimes. She thinks she can tell her own mother how to live, she keeps going on about how great she's doing in school..." he leaned against the wall, looking towards the stairs the girl in question had run up just moments before. "She needs to be taken down a few pegs, you hear me? We need to show her what being an adult is really about, no more of this teenager drama."

Moving back to her he put his hand on her shoulder, pulling her back to face him. "But she isn't the problem right now, you are." He grit his teeth, getting angry again. "What am I supposed to do here? You tell me that you can't give me the child I've, WE'VE been wanting? What do you suggest we do about this? I can't just find a surrogate, it was supposed to be OUR child, your blood and mine, not some strangers."

He turned away, looking out the window in frustration. "Though maybe I made a mistake coming to you in the first place..." he had never threatened to leave before, but all of a sudden he seemed deadly serious about it.
 
Catherine paused and looked at him. "James...I'm sorry...You know? It's not like I did this on purpose. I wanted a baby just as much as you did...I can't help what happened to me," she whispered then walked over to him, kissing him deeply before withdrawing. "We'll figure something out...I wanted a baby just as much as you did." She stroked his cheek. "Please...please James..." she whispered. "Don't leave me because of this. We'll think of something. M-maybe...we could..." she trailed off, realizing how desperate it would sound if she let slip the thought that entered her mind. But it was truly the perfect plan. Gemma was young. Girls her age were more easily able to get pregnant because the pH of their sex was lower and didn't fight off semen. She could easily get pregnant after one or two tries. But Gemma would never sleep with him. Her daughter was a virgin. Never had a boyfriend. Gemma would never go for this, especially considering what her child thought of her almost step-father.

Sighing, she closed her eyes and looked down. "Nevermind..."
 
He turned, looking at her with his brow lowered. "Nevermind...what?" He stepped closer to her, tilting her chin up so her eyes met his cold glare. "Don't hold back anything from me now, I know that look. If you have any idea, any whatsoever, I want to hear about it."

"Or don't," he threw his hands up in he air, exasperated. "Maybe I'm the only one who cares about this relationship, about making a family." He turned away from her, reaching for his car keys as he sneered. "I don't think I can take this anymore. You already have a daughter, why would you want my child anyway?"
 
"No...James wait..." Catherine stopped him and closed her eyes. "Gemma...she's young enough to have children....she has my blood in her...we...we could get her pregnant and...r-raise the child as ours," she whispered then took his hand. "I...I can drug her drink...or...or...tonight when she's asleep, we can tie her down...and you can...fuck her...get her pregnant. We could have her home schooled. We could ensure that the baby is cared for, hire nurses that come and visit. Make sure she doesn't leave the house. We can have a baby...through her...and after she has it, we can let her go back to school. No one would be the wiser," she said then kissed him.

"I don't want to lose you. And she may not be me but she has my blood. She'll be our surrogate...Please...Please love..."
 
He stared at her for a moment, processing exactly what she was saying to him. He almost didn't respond when she kissed him, looking like he was about to turn tail and run until he suddenly swooped down and took her in his arms and kissed her back, hard.

"Oh god..." he whispered, only pulling his lips away from hers for a few seconds. "You would sacrifice...that...for me?" He pulled her down, holding her up like on of the romantic films of old. "I love you so much."

Letting her stand again he pressed his forehead to hers, smirking like the devil as he thought about it. "You're going to be a great mother for our child you know that?" He held her face in his hands, kissing her once more before reluctantly pulling away.

He had never drugged a girl before but he knew of a few recipes for it from a friend in college. Luckily they had everything they needed right here in the house. "I'm...going to go prepare what we need. Why don't you finish dinner and bring down Gemma. Have her change into something...nice."
 
Catherine nodded to him and then kissed him again. "Alright," she whispered, drawing away and then giving him a smile. "I love you," she whispered, watching him go. She finished her cooking and then fixed a plate and afterward went upstairs, knocking on her daughters door. Entering, she saw Gemma on the computer, writing up a report of some sort. She took a deep breath and shut the door then walked over to her, kissing the top of her head and giving her a hug. "I love you Gem," she whispered. Her daughter leaned back against her.

"I know," she whispered softly then sighed and looked at her smiling. "I love you too mom..."

"Well lets get you all dressed up and then after dinner, I'll take you out. Just you and me. No James. I promise..." she swore, kissing the top of her head before going to the closet. She pulled out a pretty dress that went to the knee and had ribbon under the breast. It was white with the blue ribbon and it would suit her daughter perfectly. It would also make James happy. She smiled. "here we are..." Gemma smirked and then put it on, smiling as her mother sat her down and brushed out her hair like she used to do when she was a child.

"Are you ever going to leave James mom?" she asked softly.

"No...Probably not. I want a man in my life. I loved your father, but I love James too...when you get older, you'll understand..." She braided the front strands back and then led her downstairs. Making sure Gemma looked like perfection. She was even wearing sexy underwear. James would be pleased. "Alright Gem. Eat up..." she said.
 
James was good on his word, moving upstairs past Gemma's room and into the master bedrooms bathroom. It didn't take him very long to find what he needed: sleeping pills and a few other over-the-counter drugs that would make for a nice little cocktail. He could remember his old college buddy telling him about it, how to mix it right to get the girl nice and docile. That man had gone on to be a chemistry teacher if he remembered right.

Taking a moment to change into something nice himself, the same white button-up shirt and black dress pants he had worn when he first dated Catherine, James made for the kitchen with pills in hand. The recipe didn't take long, just a mater of cutting up the pills and mixing them up into Gemma's drink before she came down. Orange juice, to mask the flavor.

He had just finished setting up when his two ladies came downstairs and he had to smile at the sight. Gemma looked absolutely stunning. "Now don't you two look nice," he said, getting Gemma's seat for her. "And look at you Gemma. You're just a little heartbreaker arn't you? Hope you're ready for tonight." After helping her get seated he leander over and kissed Catherine on the cheek, giving her a wink.

Taking his own seat at the head of the table he offered a toast. "Here's to my Cat, who made this dinner possible. And to Gemma, who we are both so grateful to have." Soon enough, if everything went right, she would be feeling awfully woozy and sleepy. The stuff wouldn't be enough to knock her out, just making it impossible to fight back much or run away.
 
Gemma drank some of her orange juice and then wiped her mouth. She started to eat her meal, her mother doing the same, drinking her drink, completely unaware of their diabolicle plan. "This is really good mom," she said, and Catherine smiled at her.

"Thanks baby..." Cat smiled, taking a sip of her own orange juice that was probably laced with vodka. As the meal progressed, Gemma was starting to feel funny. Light headed and dizzy. Her coordination was way off and she blinked, closing her eyes and shaking her head. Something was wrong. Catherine watched her daughter fighting to keep her eyes open or her focus on anything inparticular. "Gemma...?" Catherine asked, getting up, putting her napkin on the table and walking around to her. Gemma groaned and stood up, barely able to stand.

"Ssssommmeettttthhhhingggsss wrrrrrrongggg," Gemma slurred nearly falling but Catherine caught her easily enough.

Catherine looked at James then at her daughter, kissing her forehead. "Come on baby...let's get you upstairs..." she said, carrying her toward the stairs and helping her up to her room. Sitting her down on the bed, she stroked her cheek. "You're so beautiful hunny. I love you so much..."

Gemma looked at her frowning then covered her face with her hands, closing her eyes and groaning.
 
James entered just behind the girls, watching as Catherine lowered her beautiful daughter to the bed. As Gemma lay there, moaning in confusion, James came up from behind Cat and wrapped his arms around her waste. As he looked down at Gemma he kissed her mother's shoulder. "You're wonderful baby," he whispered. "I couldn't ask for anything better."

Slowly he approached the bed, his fingers remaining on Cat until the last possible moment as he took a seat at next to Gemma's legs. His hand fell upon her thigh, feeling her soft flesh with his strong grip before he began to rub slowly. Licking his lips he gently pushed upwards, trailing his way to her untouched treasure.
 
Gemma lifted her gaze to look at him. Her mind taking forever to catch up to what they were talking about. And then he was beside her, touching her, moving up her thigh with his hand. She shoved it away, albeit weakly. "Stop....it..." she said then groaned, laying back on the bed. Catherine was sitting at the computer desk, watching. She was doing this to keep James. And though it was painful, knowing she had to sacrafice her daughter's innocence, that was alright. Gemma was just the vessel to give her a child.

Laying back, Gemma turned, crawling away some before closing her eyes. What the hell was going on? "Mom...tell....tell him...to...stop..." she moaned, closing her eyes and burying her face in the covers, the dress riding up to reveal the panties beneath. White lace that hugged her hips and contoured to her ass perfectly. "Please..." she begged. "Stop..."
 
James barely moved his hand when she shoved at him, trying to struggle out of his grasp. He smirked, watching as she turned over and revealed her shapely bottom to him. "Oh..." he groaned. "Oh yes..." he ran his hand over her ass, feeling the warmth of her body though the white lace. "Perfect..."

Leaning over her smaller body he moved to pin her wrists, taking them in his larger hands and pushing them to the sides of her head and forcing her to look up at him. "Stay calm baby," he whispered. "I got you..." with that he planted a firm kiss on her unwilling lips, nibbling on her bottom lip slightly before running his tongue over her own. The drugs had been a good idea for her first time. Allowed him to be...romantic. "Just relax and enjoy this. You're mother does..."

His large erection was already straining against his pants, the bulge big enough for Gemma to feel it against her leg though it might have been a bit much to take in with her hazy mind. "Catherine," he said suddenly, kissing her daughter once more. "Tell your daughter to be a good girl will you?"
 
Catherine looked at him with a pleading glance but she knew that if she didn't, he might be to rough with her and she didn't want Gemma to be hurt because of her. Walking over to the bed, she turned Gemma's head. Gemma was still struggling to get up but ead paused when her mother took her head in her hands. Her eyes, glazed over, looked up at her mother as Catherine stroked her cheek.

"You be a good girl to James...he's going to give you a great gift. To you and me," she said then kissed her forehead.

"Wh-what?" Gemma exclaimed in a sluggish manner. Drugged up, it was difficult to exclaim anything. "S-stop..."

"Gemma I mean it...I don't want you to get hurt. Just...enjoy yourself," she said then took a deep breath, glancing at James before getting up, walking to the chair again and sinking down, covering her face with her hand.

Gemma grunted and closed her eyes. This didn't make sense. Why was her mother letting him touch her and kiss her. She hated it. She didn't want him. She didn't want anything except for him to leave her alone. They had debilitated her and her body wasn't catching up with her thoughts. They were going to hurt her. He was going to rape her. "No...no..." she whimpered, turning over onto her back, trying to push him off her.

Catherine took a deep breath, unable to tear herself away and leave. She had suggested this so it was only fair that she watch.
 
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