Daughter-in-Law wants a baby

A sliver of light crawled through the crack in the drapes; making its way across the carpet, up the side of the bed and directly into my eyes. It was just enough to wake me. I like it really dark when I sleep so I frequently wake up early during the summer with the sun’s early rise.

I had an intense ‘morning hard-on’ but it was going to have to wait for a while. My wife was not a morning person: my waking her at this hour would not amuse her. I started to turn over and put my arms around her and see if I could go back to sleep, or even better, maybe she would wake up early, when I realized I was alone in bed. Then I remembered, my wife was out of town for the week. She would not be home for several more days. She was out on the road with our son conducting seminars. Once our last child had left for college she decided to start her own business. The previous five years she had worked for a company that conducted business management seminars. She worked her way up to being their premier speaker and finally decided she had the skills and contacts to do it on her own. Our son Todd had just graduated with an MBA and wanted to work with her. They are still struggling but beginning to catch on. Their bookings have increased dramatically the last couple of months.

I started to take care of my erection myself, but I was not totally committed. My mind was drifting, thinking about a project I was working on and after a minute or so of half-hearted stroking I decided to just go back to sleep and take care of it later. But first I got up, closed the drapes, and in the darkness, got back into bed and quickly went back to sleep.

That had not always been easy in our house. We have three girls and our oldest child, Todd. They were just a few years apart from the oldest to the youngest. Our home was always noisy with them and their friends running around. Now the two youngest girls, the twins, are freshman in college, living away from home for the first time and their older sister, a junior; was also living away from home. The quiet in the house was deafening.

I woke up a couple of hours later and my hard-on was back with a vengeance, insisting that he be taken care of. I took myself in hand and was fantasizing about a couple friends of my daughters who came around to the house all the time while they were in high school. You know the type, cute looking teens with high perky breasts, really low-waist pants that show those hipbones and a bit more: The kind that beg you to slide your hand down the front and cup their mounds while moving your fingers around…. Oh crap! I was just almost there and now the doorbell has to ring.

I got out of bed and pulled some sweat pants on. I didn’t bother with a shirt. I would just tell the solicitor to beat it and then I would go back to bed and do the same. I was tempted to just ignore whomever it was but you never know.

As I walked through the house to the front door I happened to look down and saw my sweat pants sticking out a noticeable distance in front of me. My erection was preceding me. I started to stop but then the bell rang several more times. My, they are certainly persistent. I’ll just peek around the door and shoo them away. When I got to the door I looked out the peek hole in the door and saw it was Nancy, my son’s wife. If I hadn’t already had an erection she could give me one right through the door. Nancy was just a darling. She was the ‘girl next door’ you read about. I had to be careful when she was at the house: It was so easy to stare at her. She had long blond hair, a great figure, nice breasts, long slender legs, and as they say, ‘cute as a button’. She reminded me a lot of that girl on ‘Wonder Years’ TV show that was on years ago, Winny I think her name was; at least on the show. I can remember lying in bed as a teenager, watching that show and really pounding…well that’s another story.

The doorbell brought me back to reality. I opened the door and pulled it partially open. I was trying to stand a bit behind it so save being embarrassed. I could just hear her talking to Todd when he returned and giggling, ‘and your dad answered the door with his cock poking his pants out’.

Nancy said “Hi Dad”, and walked right in. I started to say Cheryl is not here when I realized she must know that, her husband is with Cheryl. Nancy went over to the couch and sat down. I closed the door, tried to hold a hand nonchalantly in front of my crotch to hide my condition, and walked over and sat at the other side of the couch. I need not have bothered, Nancy was looking down at the floor; something was bothering her.

I moved a bit closer to her and put my hand on her shoulder. “What is it Honey”? She looked up at me and put her hand on my thigh. I almost jumped; an inch further to the right and she would have put her hand right on the head of my cock. Any diminishment of my erection was now reversed. If anything I was getting harder than before.

She finally looked up at me, “Dad, I’ve been trying to figure out how to say this to you for some time now”. While she hesitated before going on, thoughts began whirling through my mind, is Todd and Nancy’s marriage in trouble? Are they getting a divorce? I hadn’t noticed any problems and Cheryl had not said anything. “I don’t know how to say this perfectly so I’ll just get it all out at once”.

I patted her shoulder, “Sure Nancy. Would it be better for you to talk to Cheryl”? I didn’t know if this was a ‘female; thing. Perhaps she would be more comfortable talking to her.

That must have broken some tension because her lips broke out into a little smile. “No, I don’t think Cheryl can help me here. I need your help”.

“I’ll do what I can. Now what’s bothering you”?

“You know that Todd and I have been trying to have a baby for the last couple of years”?

“Sure. Cheryl told me a while back. I still think you two are kind of young though”.

“I’m older than my mom when she had her first. Besides, I came from a large family and I love kids. Todd has three sisters so he has that ‘large-family’ feeling also”. Nancy hesitated, looking down for a moment before lifting her eyes back to my face. I noticed she was having trouble looking me in the face. She frowned, “Things haven’t been going the way we thought. It has been two years now and I haven’t got pregnant”.

I nodded, “Well it can take a while for some people”.

“I know it can. But still, two years? About six weeks ago we finally went and saw a fertility doctor. The results came back last month”. She stopped, like she was trying to decide what to say next. “I’m okay but Todd has a problem. His sperm count is extremely low. The doctor says it is remotely possible for us to have children but more likely not. He said don’t count on it, that we should look at other options”.

“How did Todd take it”?

“I haven’t told him. You know how men are about their virility. Todd is great, but he is also one of those guys who think with their dick sometimes; if they can’t get a woman pregnant they are less of a man”. Then she looked up at me, “You won’t tell him will you”?

I shook my head.

That said, Nancy began to softly cry. I moved beside her and put my arm around her shoulder. I didn’t say anything; just let her weep softly. After a minute I got up and got some tissue for her. Fortunately my boner had subsided a bit. It no longer looked like I had a tent in my sweats.

After a few minutes she stopped, composed herself and dried her eyes. I asked, “Have you considered other alternatives? There are fertility drugs, perhaps adopting”.

“I don’t want to adopt. I want ‘our’ children. I know that sounds stupid and emotional but it’s just how I feel. We talked to the doctor some time ago about artificial insemination and fertility drugs but we just cannot afford it. It’s thousands of dollars, sometimes tens of thousands”.

I knew it was expensive. “Honey, I wish we could help but we are in a bind right now also. Maybe in a few years it will be different”. With that my voice kind of trailed off. I didn’t know what else to say that would help.

Nancy sat up and turned to face me, “I know, but there is something you can do that would fix the problem. I have given this a lot of thought. You can do something that will help Todd and me a great deal”. She was talking really fast. What could she mean? I thought perhaps artificial insemination, with me as a donor, but she knew the cost for that already so it could not be an option.

I started to open my mouth but Nancy put her hand up to stop me. “Let me finish. I won’t be able to say this unless I keep going. It’s kind of embarrassing and like I said, I have to say it all or I’ll never do it: And I have to, so just let me talk for a minute and then you can say something”.

I moved back a bit and nodded for her to go ahead.

“We really want children but it looks extremely unlikely we can have our own. Any options that would help are just too expensive for us. I don’t want to adopt. I have given this a lot of thought and I think there is a way we could have our own, kind of”.

I should have figured something out by now but I must be just too dense. I started to ask a question but Nancy held up a hand to stop me.

“You can help us Dad. Your DNA is virtually identical to Todd’s. If you help us have a baby it would be family. The baby would look like us. You can help Todd and I have the family we want”. Nancy stopped talking and just sat there watching me.

I was confused and said somewhat hesitantly, “I’m not sure what I can do. You said artificial insemination was too expensive. We would love to help you and Todd but we don’t have the extra money right now either”.

Nancy did not immediately answer; she just looked at me for a moment. Then she stood up and reached down and took my hand. “Come with me Dad. I want to show you something”. I stood up, and with my hand in hers, we walked down the hall and into the master bedroom. She let go of my hand as we walked through the door. I stopped just inside the door and she took a couple more steps and stopped at the foot of the bed and turned to face me.

I looked around and wished I had made the bed. I normally waited until the morning my wife returned to straighten ever thing up.

I looked back at Nancy, “What is it you want to show me”? Yes, I was that stupid.

In one fluid motion Nancy reached to her waist, grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up and over her head.