In it for the Jizz

Thirty-five hurtled into her like a team of runaway horses and trampled every last remnant of youth that had clung to her like the fading prize fighter clings to the ring ropes before taking that final punch that sends him into retirement. Everything had been fine until that goddamn doctor had told her that most of her eggs were gone and the ones that were left were probably retarded. Panic. She wanted to blame someone but there was no time for that. She needed jizz. All the guys that hadn’t been good enough previously now seemed like good options. She thought about calling them but didn’t have their numbers. Why would she? They were losers.

She needed to meet a guy quick. Anything would do. She tried to make eyes with any guy that crossed her path. A woman she worked with had a son. Recently separated and getting divorced. Was he financially secure? She didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was whether he had a functioning dick. His mother said he did. She didn’t ask how she knew and didn’t care. The clock was ticking, goddammit. When could they meet? ASAP. Good, tomorrow night and she’d fuck him on the first date. That would solve this problem that had unfairly reared its bullshit head at a time in her life when she was having fun.

He was acceptable. They talked shit for a couple of hours. Twelve months ago she wouldn’t have considered this chump. Times had changed though and he’d do. He talked and talked and all of it went over her head because what was rolling around in her head was her old eggs and whether this guy could get a hard on. His wife had recently left him and the relationship he had with his mother seemed incestuous. None of this mattered though. She was in it for the jizz. She wanted a baby. All that relationship shit wasn’t even in her top five in terms of priorities. She let him talk for a bit longer and then asked if she could go back to his place. He said yes. There was no way he wouldn’t have. He was desperate and damaged and most likely fucking his mother.

She told him she was on the pill. She wasn’t and hadn’t been for a while. He didn’t last long and she was relieved like a customer who doesn’t have to wait long in line to be served. She took all that jizz and left it in there well after he’d rolled off her in tears. She brought her knees up and rolled around in the hopes her body would absorb it all. He asked her what she was doing and she told him to shut the fuck up. After a while she got up and left while he sat on the bed staring into space, still not aware he’d been used.

Two months later she was pregnant and he was broke. His ex wife took all his shit and now he had fuck all and a mother who probably found him hot. Pregnant and hormonal she called him a faggot and a disappointment but in the back of her mind the seas of her nearly empty head were calm. She lived with her parents and no parent would abandon their daughter in her time of need. She’d try to squeeze as much cash out of this fat fuck until he was of no more use to her. Then she’d realise her dream of raising this baby with her mother.

Her mother took the news differently to how she had expected. It was made clear that she would have to move out once she was in a position to do so. Fuck. She called that chump and said she was being kicked out and that he had better step up to the plate. He complied like the weak piece of shit he was. She called her mother a cunt and her mother threatened to tell her brother who would have no problem beating the shit out of a pregnant whore. She packed her stuff and left the house. Thirty minutes later he turned up in the truck he could no longer afford the repayments on. She got in and looked at him and sighed. Goddammit, he was a loser, but he’d do. For now.

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