I want to be a mom!

My name is Arturo but everyone calls me Turi. I'm 55 years old and have been a widow since my son from a slut who passed away after taking a pedestrian crossing with cocaine one year ago. It was my second marriage. From the first, I left a son. From the second, a stepdaughter whom I love as if she were mine. In the end, when I met her, she was barely 15 years old and, as her mother said, I was more of a father to her than the biological one who went off to buy tobacco and must still be looking for the tobacconist. I 'baptized' her with the name Nana, a affectionate diminutive form of dwarf. A bit funny considering she measures almost 1.80 meters tall. Already then she was long like a day without bread.

My son Juan lives on the other side of the country. He's happily married and has two kids. Nana, my 'other daughter', had been working in Germany for a few years as a clinic auxiliary and living with her first and only boyfriend. They were two more of the economic exiles provoked by the crisis. Everything seemed to be going well for them, but she wanted to come back and look for work here now that the situation seemed to have improved and he insisted that she wouldn't leave from there.

Instead of talking and solving it, they got more entrenched in their positions every day until everything went wrong for them.

Since my wife's death, I've been living in a house we had in a village with just over 100 inhabitants. It was a haven of peace a little apart from the village where I could think, order my ideas and work in peace. My job allows me to work from home, so after breakfast I set up my office on the porch and work with the mountains as a backdrop and birds as background music.

A few months ago, Nana surprised me with a call. You could tell she had cried and left me worried.

'What happened, Nana?' I asked worriedly. She was overflowing with joy and only at her mother's funeral had I seen her like that. For a moment, I thought something had happened to Rafa, her partner.

'Turi, do you mind if I come stay with you for a few days?' Her voice sounded like a plea.

'Of course not.' It seems like a lie that you're asking. But what happened? You're scaring me.

—Better tell me tomorrow when I arrive. I love you. Bye.

I was staring at the phone as if I had just discovered it. Tomorrow? That's what I had planned to happen before calling me. The rest of the day was spent worrying. I didn't know what to think. Of course, I also thought about a crisis in her partner. But it seemed like too drastic a measure.

The next day at noon, I saw her get out of a taxi. She came with her face disfigured. As if she had cried the whole trip from Germany. As soon as she got off the car, while the driver was getting out the big suitcase she had, she rushed into my arms, hid her head in my shoulder and cried. I was in shock. What the hell could have happened? If Rafa had hurt her in some way, the world would be too small for him to hide from me.

I paid the taxi driver and we went home.

—Well. Welcome Nana. Are you going to tell me what happened now? If yesterday you were scaring me, today I'm terrified —I looked at her without realizing it, searching for signs of a blow or something similar. Although I didn't know very well what I should be looking for.

She looked at me for a moment that felt eternal due to the sadness in her gaze.

—Do you mind if I tell you later? Now I'd like to close my eyes and sleep a little bit. Please.

—Of course, darling. Your room is ready. I'll let you know when it's time for dinner.

—Thanks Turi. I love you —she said giving me a kiss on the cheek while a sad smile appeared on her sweet face.

—I love you too Nana. Sleep —I replied kissing her cheek at the same time.

The rest of the afternoon passed with me going over my head. I started to suspect that their relationship had ended. But I didn't believe that two rational and sensible people like them could end up like this. It was destroying my soul to see her like that and I imagined how much she must be missing her mother in that moment.

Slowly the night arrived and I went into the kitchen to prepare an omelette because it's her favorite dish and she always complained that there was no way to eat a decent tortilla in Germany. I set the table on the porch to take advantage of a wonderful sunset, and when everything was ready, I called out softly to her door. She didn't answer, so I called out louder. Still, she didn't answer, so I entered, fearing she might be ill or who knows what fears I had. She was lying in bed with her back to the door. She had thrown a blanket over herself and her clothes were scattered on the carpet. I approached her and shook her by the shoulder. Nana. Are you okay? Dinner is ready. Today it's tortilla time, I said, as if sharing a secret. She turned her head and smiled at me. Her eyes were red, and I could see that the pillow was damp. She had cried until she was dry. Thanks, Turi. You're the best. You know what for me, Nana, is whatever, I smiled back - Come on, get dressed and let's eat. I turned around to leave when I heard her voice behind me. Thanks, Turi. I love you. She was sitting on the bed, covering herself with the blanket. God, she looked like her mother. Go ahead. Don't be sentimental, you know it doesn't matter, I said, laughing, before closing the door. I was already at the table, savoring a glass of wine when Nana appeared. She was wearing what she usually wore at home: a short sports pant and an old T-shirt. Her hair was disheveled, and her eyes still showed signs of crying. I served her a glass and a portion of tortilla. It wouldn't be me who brought it up. I knew she would when she was ready. If I had done so, she would have clammed up and not said a word. So I just respected her silence and ate. She didn't take long to open up. It's over, she said without looking up. I feared that as soon as I saw you. Do you want me to tell you what happened? The next half hour passed as she recounted her last months with Rafa. As I had told him I wanted to be a mother and he secretly... I had the vasectomy done. I'm sure it would have been easier for her to forgive an infidelity. I let her vent everything and just filled her cup when she emptied it. When she finally finished telling me, she looked at me. Her eyes were again flooded with tears. It was tearing my soul apart. If I had Rafa nearby at that moment, I would have opened him up from head to toe for causing so much harm to my daughter. I hope I never run into him.

I got up and approached her. She stood up and we hugged in silence.

Everything is fine, Nana. Don't think about him anymore. Now everything will be okay, she said, almost crying too.

She melted into a hug with me, holding me tightly. Seeking refuge from her pain. I let her cry while stroking her hair. When the tears finally subsided, I kissed her forehead and offered her a drink. She smiled, thanked me, and went back to bed. I left her alone, imagining she would cry again.

Days passed and my Nana slowly recovered her smile that lit up her face. Between us, we looked for work and a few days later, a friend of mine hired her at a clinic nearby. I left my car for her to use on the way to work, and finally it seemed like after several months she was back to normal.

After an autumn afternoon spent working in a small workshop behind the house, I went home ready to take a shower. I was washing up when Nana rushed in.

Excuse me, Turi, but I'm dying of laughter, she said, pulling down her pants and underwear together and sitting down quickly while letting out a sigh of satisfaction.

What the hell, Nana? Couldn't you wait just one minute? I was facing away from her and didn't know how to position myself to avoid the spectacle. The shower curtain had a translucent strip at waist level, but it was more decorative than functional.

I'm sorry, Turi. But don't worry about it. I've seen an ass, I've seen all asses. Although yours isn't bad for your age. Don't tell me that bum is starving, she teased, making jokes on top of it. the bitch. When she finished the job, she got up and apologized again before leaving. Just then, the door opened again and her head poked out. —I won't bother you anymore, body! —she said before laughing at my confusion and leaving definitively. I just finished showering and went out. From the window, I saw her sitting on the porch reading. It had all been a simple joke born of a physiological urgency. Never would it change, and I liked it that way. I laughed to myself and filed the situation away in oblivion before going to get dressed for dinner. The matter was forgotten, and life returned to its routine. Nana seemed to have recovered her joy completely, although knowing her, I knew something was missing. My suspicions were confirmed a few months later. Nana became sad again. The light that shone in her eyes went out, it was hard to get a whole sentence out of her, and she seemed to avoid company. There was no way for me to find out what was bothering her. Finally, after a couple of weeks like this, she opened up to me. I was enjoying the sunset on the porch when she sat down beside me with a bottle of wine and two glasses. —Do you want some? I looked at her for a second, searching for a clue in her gaze. It was clear that now she would open up. —With my Nana, always —I smiled. She poured us each a glass and took a sip before starting to talk. As if she needed to collect her thoughts before beginning. I waited patiently, although internally I was eating away at my nails. —I want to be a mother. I don't want a partner. But I want to be a mother —she said, looking straight ahead. —It's logical. You'll be a wonderful mother. Just like your own was —I said, squeezing her arm as a show of support and confidence. —But I'm missing the father —she confessed, looking down. —There are thousands of them —I joked—. At any clinic, they'll have plenty of candidates. And if you prefer to meet him first, go out one day for drinks and to a disco, and you'll see all the candidates that come your way. She smiled, but her

gest was a mix of seriousness and sadness.

—I really wanted to ask you to be there —she saw me closing my eyes with force as if she feared an explosion of anger from me.

—And then? That's not what I saw coming —I confessed, stunned.

I looked at her straight on. It was noticeable that she was nervous, waiting for my response and fearing my answer. I wouldn't get angry with her over anything in the world. But I had left myself speechless. It's true that there wasn't any blood tie between us, but to me she was my daughter.

—Are you sure that's what you want? —I asked, trying to appear serene, which was far from how I felt.

—Yes. I've thought about it a lot and I can't imagine a better father. You have been one for me. Even better than my real father. And I'm sure you'll be a wonderful grandfather —she smiled—. And you have perfect genes for my son to be perfect.

—Damn. Now I know what studs feel like in breeding farms —I joked, trying to lighten the mood.

—So will you do it? —I thought I saw a glimmer of hope in her gaze.

—I'll do it, but with one condition. Nobody, and when I say nobody is nobody, should ever know that I'm the donor.

—Promised —she swore with a big smile.

—I agree then. I'll donate myself to a test tube. —I conceded, provoking her laughter which I echoed happily seeing her again joyful.

—I'll go to the clinic tomorrow and get informed —she said, applauding like a little girl thrilled.

We clinked glasses with another cup of wine and left the night chatting about trivial things.

Two days later she arrived home looking careworn. Something had happened. I knew it as soon as I saw her getting out of the car.

—What's wrong?

—I've talked to the fertility clinic people and a doctor from the clinic where I work. I don't like what they've told me at all.

—It can't be that bad. It can't be that difficult. I'm leaving my little soldiers in a jar. They inject them inside you and it's done. What? I mean, there are no complications to follow a treatment or anything like that —I didn't understand where could the complication be rooted? —The complicated thing is the price. And the great possibility that instead of one, twins might come. Even triplets! —Don't worry about the price, I'm here for that. But what about the twins? —A technical hassle I won't bother you with to avoid boring you and keeping things as they are. But the price seems outrageous too. It's more than six thousand euros per two opportunities. That is, they would inseminate me. If there's no pregnancy, they'd repeat the operation. And if it fails again, we've wasted our money and if we want to keep trying, we'll have to pay again. I think that's ridiculous. —That's true. Nana, you always have the option of IVF —I tried to joke to calm her down. —I don't think this is the best place to find donors —she replied, dejected. A few days later she came to wake me up with a big smile. —I know what we can do —she said, sitting beside me. —You tell me —I replied, still half asleep. —You... you know... cum in a cup at home. We'll have a large syringe ready and as soon as you're done, I'll inject it myself. I was left speechless, staring at her. I thought she had gone crazy. —But are you serious? It can't be that simple or fertility clinics wouldn't be in business. You'd buy a kit on Amazon and that's it —I explained, trying to sound reasonable. —If it's the same thing in the end. What's the harm in trying? After all, the only thing you have to do is... —I know what I have to do. But I don't think sperm would be very happy going from one place to another. I'm not sure if I explain myself well... It's not a scientifically controlled method. —Please —she said, making that face of hers that always disarms me when she tries to get something out of me. In the end, with a sigh, I agreed. After all, it would only take one masturbation. I wouldn't have to squeeze myself like an orange. She took care of getting the material and controlling her fertile days to choose the optimal day. That day... She presented herself again in my bedroom with a little bottle used for urine analysis.

—Up, donor! Today is the big day!

—Good morning to you too – I gasped while getting up and seeing the little bottle in its packaging like a threat.

—Up. Throw it into the bathroom. I left a porn magazine there to help – she confessed proudly of her initiative –. I don't know your preferences but a girl with her clothes off is a girl with her clothes off, right?

—The mother who bore you... Do you have everything planned down to the millimeter?

—All.

—Less one thing. I'm not a person without breakfast. So before anything else, I'm going to eat and then we'll talk.

While eating, she explained the whole process to me. I would have to ejaculate into the bottle and leave quickly. She would be waiting at the door and as soon as I left, she would enter, take the semen from the bottle with the syringe, and introduce it as deeply as possible. While I was milked (yes, she used that word), she would be lubricating the syringe with a gel. She showed me the damn syringe and to be honest, it looked like a not very fat cock but long enough to send my little soldiers well inside. Imagining that instrument inside Nana's vagina made me start an erection. I imagined her sitting on the toilet with her legs open, inserting that thing all the way in and couldn't help but get excited. I gave myself a mental slap and resigned myself to my fate.

After breakfast, I almost pushed my way into the bathroom! Nana was in such a hurry! I looked at myself in the mirror and asked the guy who came out where he had gone. He didn't answer. I lowered my pants and that wasn't going anywhere.

—Damn it, what's waiting for me – I lamented mentally.

—How are you? – I heard Nana's voice.

—Damn it, Nana! I just got in! I'm not a premature ejaculator – I protested –. Don't rush me. A five-minute difference won't be the problem.

—Use the magazine.

—Yes, I will. I already see it. Don't worry, I know exactly what I have to do

do it. Relax, when I'm done I'll be coming like crazy.

I imagined her on the other side of the door lubricating that phallic thing as if she were giving herself a masturbation and my cock began to respond. —To hell with it— I thought, accepting my thoughts despite them seeming inappropriate at least—. All for a good cause.

I started stroking my cock imagining the scene. I opened the magazine with one hand while continuing to move my hand up and down along my shaft. In the end, imagining Nana putting that thing in her pussy made me feel more effective than I don't know why I imagined it tight and my cock became as hard as steel. I grabbed the bottle and prepared myself. Sometimes I'd hear Nana hurrying on the other side of the door and that would have a negative effect on me. Finally, I achieved my goal. I filled the damn bottle and left it on the sink. I lifted my pants and left.

—All yours— I said as I left.

She didn't lose a second. With the syringe prepared in her hand, she entered like an exhalation and closed the door. I went to the kitchen and cleaned up with paper towels, waiting for Nana to come out so I could take a shower.

I was tempted to go to the bathroom door and return the favor by hurrying her along but decided it would be too mean and ended up going out to the porch to wait. Fifteen minutes later, Nana came out. She sat down beside me and hugged me. She looked happy and excited.

—Thanks, Turi. You're the best.

—I know. And look at all the things you've asked for throughout your life. But this tops it all— I said laughing.

Nana kissed my cheek and leaned back against me, curling her legs as if trying to keep my sperm inside herself. That thought made my libido awaken. I tried to push those thoughts out of my mind and waited for her to decide to get up. Her body was pleasantly warm and it was pleasant for me to feel her like that, glued to me, showing me her affection. I put an arm around her shoulders and we stayed there for a good while in silence.

After a couple of weeks... pregnancy test said that it hadn't served any purpose. I asked her to repeat the operation and couldn't refuse. The result was the same. Curiously, Nana took it better than I expected.

I was surprised again in my bedroom. But this time it was soon after I went to bed. I was reading as usual when the door opened and Nana's figure cut off in the doorway. She wore a huge t-shirt that looked like a nightgown. One of her shoulders was bare and covered me almost up to my groin.

Can I come in? she asked quietly.

Of course, Nana. What's going on?

She approached the bed and sat down at the edge, at the level of my hip. Her cheeks were flushed and she twisted her hands in her lap. Her gaze directed at the floor told me she didn't know how to start.

It went wrong again, she began. I know I'm fertile. They did tests at the clinic. And it's clear that you are too. Juan is the proof.

Unless my ex had screwed me then, I joked. Don't worry, if you want we'll try again as many times as necessary.

There's another way, she said, lowering her voice.

What? Asked with total innocence. I thought she had found another miraculous method online.

The one of all time, she confessed without looking at me. Her eyes closed again, as if fearing punishment.

Ah no! That's not it. You're my daughter. In no way. If you want, I'll sleep with half the town and let them get pregnant. But not with you. Don't mess with me.

Just...

What? Just sex! Please, Nana. You know I'd do anything for you. But that's too much.

Is it because you don't think I'm pretty? You always say I look like my mother.

Nana, please. You're beautiful. But I'm an old man next to you. It's true that I'm not your biological father, but could be. You know our relationship can never be the same again. That would weigh on us like a burden.

Forgive me. I didn't mean to bother you, she said, tears starting to fall.

I never... I saw her angelic face broken by tears and I hugged her.

Don't cry, Grandma. Understand me. What you're asking for is too much. You're a beauty and any man would be happy to die in your arms. But you know that if we did it, nothing would ever be the same again.

But I love you, she protested.

And I love you too, I said without thinking about the meaning she could give her words—

But we are bound by kinship and separated by a sea of years. You will always be my Grandma. And I'll always love you.

She hugged me tightly and hid her face in my neck. After what we had talked about and done, I couldn't help but feel a shiver. I felt guilty for the first time feeling her body like that of a woman and not like that of my daughter.

Don't cry anymore. You'll see we'll find a solution, I said kissing her head.

Thank you, Turi, she replied with a sad smile that broke my heart.

She got up and left me touched. I couldn't help but think about her proposal. I recognized that being able to enjoy that body would be entering paradise. But it was forbidden territory. For a moment, I cursed the social conventions that prevented us from doing so. I didn't want to think about it anymore and took a sleeping pill. I needed to sleep to not go crazy thinking about her proposal.

It woke me up with a highly pleasant sensation. It was the most vivid dream I had ever had. A woman's light weight rested on my hip and my member was buried in her entrails. A familiar aroma enveloped me like the vapor of a drug under the faint light of the bedside lamp. That weight made my body move at the height of my pelvis. But it was a highly pleasant movement and sensation. I could feel my hardness as steel and wrapped in a humid warmth.

My eyes refused to open fully and I could only glimpse a shadow that seemed to be riding me. Two small and soft hands rested on my chest.

Suddenly, I became aware of reality. It was Grandma who was riding me. She had— thrown over me and it was her vagina that enveloped my penis. I wanted to push her away, but the pill hadn't finished its effect and my movements were clumsy and slow. She let herself fall and hugged me.

--No, Turi. Please. Don't move. Let me finish -- she begged between moans, clinging to my body to prevent me from separating. I couldn't help but feel her hard nipples like nails embedded in my chest.

I grabbed her waist to try to separate her, but the contact of her skin was so soft and her grip so strong that I could only leave my hands embracing her waist. My mind was losing the battle against her sensuality and my own desires, no matter how impure they were. I wanted to cry out in repentance for my cowardice, but couldn't.

--Let me finish, Turi. Finish inside me and fill me with your sperm -- she whispered in my ear sweetly while continuing to move, clinging to me.

--Thank you -- she said, planting her lips on mine like a butterfly kiss. She pulled back slightly and I could see that she was smiling. Without realizing it, I had started moving to increase the penetration.

I felt guilty again. But I didn't stop doing it. Nana considered that I no longer intended to escape, so she sat up while taking my hands and leading them to her breasts. I let myself be guided and massaged her breast with lust. The areolas were dark, not very large, and in the center a nipple protruded that at that moment could cut glass. With her hands, she indicated that she wanted me to caress and pinch them. I didn't need to repeat her desires. Her movement made the penetrations deeper and the sighs escaping from her mouth told me that she was enjoying it like never before.

After a minute, her body tensed and her hands clutched my chest. Her breathing seemed to stop for an instant while she let herself fall and moved her pelvis in circles.

--I'm coming, Turi. Please, come with me. Fill me with your sperm! God! Fill me, Turi. Please, fill me.

But I had started later and I still had a little left to finish. She collapsed, disheveled, onto my chest, trying to take air. She looked at me. Her mouth was drawing a grimace that tried to be a smile.

--You haven't finished --she said satisfied before giving me a nip--. And I want you to finish. Inside of me. I want your son.

--There's no going back now. We'll regret it by morning. But we'll finish what you started --I replied, pulling her down onto her back and getting between her legs.

Her mouth opened like a silent scream as soon as I entered her. I did it slowly. Enjoying and making her enjoy every millimeter of skin on skin. When I was fully inside, I stopped for an instant to savor the wonderful sensation of being nestled in her entrails. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled my head into a chokehold.

Our mouths fused in a passionate kiss where our tongues fought each other. When the kiss faded, I started moving. Slowly, enjoying the marvelous friction of our sexes. I lowered my head and kissed one breast, then the other. I lightly bit her nipples, extracting pleasure groans from her. She tried to lift her breast, seeking new caresses from my lips and teeth. She loved it when I bit and pulled on them, so I did that. I alternated between one and the other while her excitement reached its highest points again and her hip synchronized with mine.

It didn't take long for her to announce she was having another orgasm. This time, I was going to come too. I had been waiting for her to reach climax, but it cost me to wait once I felt her body tensing up in a new orgasm. As soon as I sensed it, I let go and emptied myself inside of her. When I felt the first jet, a smile of satisfaction lit up her face as she released her orgasm. I sank all the way into her entrails so not a drop would be wasted while moving lightly to rub against her clitoris and prolong her orgasm. Again she fell apart but with a smile from ear to ear, satisfied and happy. I stayed quiet inside her until my penis lost firmness and came out of her sex. Then Nana brought her hand to her vagina as if trying to prevent the precious sperm from escaping. I was surprised when she brought her fingers stained with my cum to her mouth and licked them with delight.

It's delicious, she smiled, it will be a precious child. Thanks, Turi.

I don't know if it was a good idea. But now it's done, I admitted, feeling sorry and convinced that that adventure had ended there—I hope this doesn't end our relationship.

Do you joke? she asked, raising an eyebrow—It's been the most wonderful sex of my life. Rafa was a eunuch next to you. This has just begun—she assured me, kissing me—Besides... I'm not even sure if I'm pregnant yet. We'll have to keep trying.

Damn..., I couldn't help but laugh while pinching her nipple.

Mmm! she protested, biting her lip—I also think I have a lot to learn and you're the best teacher.

We kept 'trying' for a week. At the end of that week it was her turn to get her period and it didn't appear, so her smile illuminated her face all day. Just in case we continued our task until her belly began to grow. We told the neighbors it had been assisted fertilization and of course they believed us. Outside our life was like father and daughter. But inside we lived like any married couple.

In a few months our son will be born. I don't know how we'll justify our relationship to him. But we'll cross that bridge when we get there.