That Crazy Year

Prostate cancer wasn't the well known condition that it is today with all the publicity it now gets, in fact I'd never heard of it until that day. Dad had prostate cancer, they both still wanted a child and preyed that I could provide Tanya with that child, Tanya wasn't my biological mother, so they hoped there would be no problem.

My dad and I had the inevitable conversation, and as well as apologizing he begged me to get Tanya pregnant, I agreed.

The amount of sex Tanya and I engaged in over that Christmas holiday had to be experienced to be believed, dad made himself scarce as often as possible, going to visit my grandparents and various friends far more often than ever before. We didn't just have straight intercourse, we did every conceivable act of sex we could think of; Tanya's excuse was that she'd tried too hard in the summer, that she had gotten too tense and never relaxed enough to conceive, now she needed to really enjoy the sex and hopefully she'd fall pregnant. I didn't need an excuse, I just enjoyed exploring every inch of her body. Our sex always ended the same way, with me producing a huge ejaculation, deep in Tanya's vagina, once, twice, sometimes three times a day!

In the New Year I went back to university and picked up with my girlfriend, but it wasn't the same, I'd been spoilt, no one could compete with Tanya. Every chance I got I went home to her, to her bed, or rather my bed. Dad was always glad to see me, and always encouraged our attempts to get Tanya pregnant.

Tanya never did get pregnant, not for the want of trying on both our parts. We really did try, but when my dad passed away late that year Tanya still hadn't conceived.

Tanya and I married two years later and although we have no children of our own we did adopt a boy and a girl, thirty years later we are still very happy and still get lots of practice 'baby making', we even have a motor home and do lots of traveling but Tanya still doesn't like using the facilities on her own!