Little Brats: Ursula: Taboo Forbidden Erotica Read Online Free Page B

make sure you’ve thought this through.  You’re really thinking of, you know, finding a sperm donor?”
     
    Ursula blinked at her, the image from her fantasy, the one she was trying to keep secret, even from herself, suddenly filling her head. 
     
    “Something like that.” 
     
    “Well I know you.”  Jill’s fingers walked slowly down her friend’s belly.  “Determined to get your way.” 
     
    “Ha.”  Ursula bit her lip, feeling Jill’s fingers slipping between her pussy lips.  “Maybe I can steal some baby batter and make a baby.” 
     
    Jill snorted.  “There are plenty of guys who wouldn’t mind donating, you know.  The old fashioned way.  Making a deposit.  You’d just have to time it…”
     
    “You’re bad.”  Ursula grinned, bringing her friend’s mouth to hers and silencing her. 
     
    For the moment. 
     

     
    That night, Ursula tossed and turned.  The sheets were cool, but she was hot.  And it wasn’t just the memory of Jill and the afternoon they’d spend together still rolling through her mind, although that was part of it.  Something had woken up inside her today and it wouldn’t rest.  It kept her awake, all too aware. 
     
    She got up, thinking of milk.  Remember how it had tasted, warm and thick, sliding down her throat.  She made her way toward the kitchen—she’d have to settle for warmed up cow’s milk, she decided.  She had to pass her mother’s room—she still thought of it as her mother’s room, even though she’d been married for almost a year now—on her way. 
     
    A strangled grunt came from the half-open door as she crept by and Ursula paused.  She peered in, squinting in the darkness.  The only light in the room came from the nearly full moon, the curtains wide, bathing their bed in silver where Ursula saw her mother riding Mitch, straddling him. 
     
    Stopping, a thief in the night only stealing a glance, she watched from the doorway.  They thought she was asleep.  And normally she would be.  Ursula had always been a hard sleeper, and a good one.  She could fall asleep anywhere, in any position.  It was a great ability to have, as a midwife, where she often had to take cat naps along with a birthing mother between contractions during long, marathon labors. 
     
    “Let me come inside you,” Mitch murmured as Ursula’s mother rocked on top of him.  Jane Klein was a woman who liked to be on top, in all things, in all ways, so the position didn’t surprise Ursula in the least.  Neither did her response. 
     
    “I swear to God, if you come inside me, I’m divorcing you.” 
     
    Mitch sighed, shifting beneath her, hands moving to his wife’s hips. 
     
    “But I thought… you said I didn’t have to put on a condom…”
     
    “Because I wanted to feel you!” Jane exploded.  “Not because I want to get pregnant.  Besides, I put spermicide in while I was in the bathroom, just in case.  Believe me, I’m not taking chances.” 
     
    It was an ongoing argument between them.  Mitch was fifteen years younger than his new wife, and while Jane had seemed amenable during their courtship about wanting to have a baby, she had immediately closed off that path once the ring was on her finger.  Ursula had even warned him of this fact, but Mitch had been snowed by Jane’s promises. 
     
    Ursula was her mother’s one and only child—a mistake, as far as Jane was concerned.  The only thing Jane had liked about having a baby had been the opportunity to name it.  Ursula was as far from plain-Jane as she could get, and so that’s the name she’d been saddled with.  Once the naming was through, Jane had lost interest.  Thankfully, she came from money—her father, Ursula’s grandfather, had made his money in Silicon Valley.  Still did.  Jane didn’t have to work if she didn’t want to. 
     
    Ursula’s father—sperm donor, really, that’s what her mother called him—didn’t even know she existed.  He was some