A collective effort to get mausi pregnant

Hello readers. Before starting with the story, let me introduce you to the characters.

My mausi ji has been married for the last 15 years, yet she has not conceived a child. Her name is Garima. She is 39 years old and looks young. She is fair, slim and tall. Her measurements might be approximately 34A 30 35. She is friendly and modern.

My mother’s name is Shweta. She is three years older than my mausi. She looks similar to my mausi, with an identical body structure. But my mother has two children, me and my younger sister. My mother is strict, yet she is quite open-minded. She often drinks at parties and wears cosmopolitan clothes.

Coming back to the story. My mausi had visited my house as she often does. My mom and mausi had gone shopping while I was at the college. I came back late with my friend Arbaz to my house. When we entered, we saw mom and mausi sitting in the drawing room.

They had shopping bags surrounding them. So we knew that they had come back from the mall. Arbaz came home often and knew my family properly. He was 6 feet 3 inches in height. He had an athletic physique and good looks, which caught everyone’s attention.

My mom introduced my mausi ji to him. We exchanged greetings and then headed to our room. While I was walking in, I noticed that mausi looked low. We sat in the room and turned on the computer. Still, I overheard the conversation my mom and mausi ji were having.

It was about another failed attempt to get her pregnant. Arbaz and I heard about that interaction. He stepped out. When I asked him where he was going, he asked me to follow him. Upon his arrival, my mother asked him what he was doing.

He explained that someone in his family had the same problem, and they went for IVF. He explained that the sperm and the egg are fertilized outside and then replanted into the uterus. He asked mausi with candor the reason for a failed pregnancy.

Mausi replied that mausa ji had a low sperm count and could not fertilize an egg. Then Arbaz said that she would need a sperm donor from outside who would do the job of the father.

My mother wondered where they would get the donor. What would the profile be like, and how much would the entire procedure cost? Is it safe as well? In the meantime, Arbaz said that he also went as a donor to help someone there. So my mom exclaimed, “Arbaz, you are our donor as well.”

Mausi nodded in agreement. So mausi further enquired about the lab and its charges. In between, my mother proposed something different. “Why don’t you both just do it?” Arbaz was shocked. Mausi was caught by surprise as well.

Mom reaffirmed, “Yes, just do it straight. It is the same thing. Don’t you think, Rohan?” I said, “Yes, it makes a lot of sense.” So Arbaz agreed. Mausi said, “Didi, is it okay?” Mom reassured her that there was no reason to worry.

Mom showed them a room and asked them to go in and get the job done. Mausi ji and Arbaz went inside the room and locked themselves in. While my mom and I waited outside. After just 5 minutes, they unlocked the door.

Arbaz peeped out, “Shweta aunty, can you come in for a moment?” My mom went in. Although I was absent, Arbaz later told me what happened so I would recite it in continuity.

My mom entered the room. Mausi was sitting cozily in a blanket while Arbaz had a towel wrapped around his waist. There was a slight erection which my mom quickly noticed. She asked, “What happened? Why did you call me in?”

Arbaz said that he felt a little bit unusual. My mom asked for elaboration. He said, “It is not going in.”

Mom: You know how this works, right?

Arbaz: Yes, Shweta aunty, but it is closed.

Mom: Just show me what you did.

Arbaz: I did it right. It just didn’t go in.

Mom looked at mausi, who in return looked at her. Then mom held Arbaz’s hand and took him into a different room. I saw mom and Arbaz step out and enter the side bedroom.

Mom: Show me what you were doing.

Arbaz: I was inserting my dick into her vagina, but it wasn’t going in. I felt blocked.

Mom: Take off your towel.

Arbaz: Shweta aunty, but I…

Mom grabbed the towel and took it off. Arbaz had a 7 inch circumcised, thick veiny hard cock. My mom was surprised and excited to see such a big penis. She grabbed his dick and brought him near the bed.

Mom then undressed from the bottom and lay bottomless on the bed. She asked him to show what he was doing.

Arbaz: Are you sure, Shweta aunty?

Mom: Yes, just show me what you were doing.

Arbaz: What if Rohan or Uncle ji get to know?

Mom: We are just trying to get Garima pregnant, which is important for her. I am sure you understand my reason for this request. You are like a son to me, so do not worry and get started. I just want to check if what you are doing is right or not.

Arbaz put his cock inside my mother’s vagina. He made two inserts, and my mom slowly moaned as he did that. He then took out his cock from my mother’s cunt.

Arbaz: This is what I was trying to do. It went inside you correctly. But with her, it is very difficult. Plus, she started screaming in pain when I didn’t even start. Now can you tell me where the restroom is so that I can clean my dick?

Mom said, “Don’t worry about that. Just come here.” As he went to my mom, she sucked his cock like an ice cream and sucked cleaned it off. Arbaz was as shocked as I was after hearing this. After that, Arbaz wrapped up in a towel, and my mom wore her lowers back.

Mom wondered why it was not working on mausi. When they approached her, she started crying and said something, leading to a different revelation.

Continued in the next part.