In her. Give her your baby.

While you never wanted kids the urge for your DNA to survive your **** is a primal one and even stronger with your **** so close. Plus, lumping your ex with a kid who you won’t have to pay child support for is also pretty sweet, and she is asking for it. But you want to be sure.

“Do you want me to give you a baby? Is that what this is about?” you ask.

You can see from her face that she’s been sprung. “No … that’s …”

“Tell me the truth!” you say stopping your thrusting and slapping her ass harder.

“Ow!” she says “O.k! O.k! Yes! I wanted a baby so bad that when Mark left me and you turned up I thought I could seduce you into giving me one.”

“O.k.” you say.

“Really?” she asks amazed.

“Sure” you say and start thrusting into her again “Now tell me what you want Vanessa”

“I want your baby John!” she screams “Fuck your baby into me! Give me your seed!”

It doesn’t take more than few more thrusts for you to peak and shoot your seed into her waiting womb. Once you pull out she turns around and kisses you. “Thank you John” she says “I know we aren’t together anymore but I’m sure we’ll make a beautiful baby.”

“I hope so” you say “And I hope you give it enough love for the both of us”

“Why?” she says “Aren’t you going to be around? Don’t you want to see your child? Are you that selfish?”

“No, I’m that dying. That’s what I came to tell you. I have terminal brain cancer.”

“Oh God John!”

“That’s why I was willing to give you a baby. It was kind of my gift to you. My legacy I guess. So please make sure you take care of him or her, and tell them good things about their dad”

You dress as Vanessa sits there and cries. Then you walk out the door. You really hope she is pregnant. She may have been a loss as a wife, but she really would make a great mother.