Mom Doing Anything For Kid Has A New Meaning - 3


Boy, Pregnant, Wife
As we lay in bed together, Brian with his hired man over my lower abdomen, the shock of his question began to have on off. He had been fucking me recondite than anyone ever had and releasing his seminal fluid directly into my cervix. His natator didn't have to go very far to wear into my egg. That thought was the only if idea on my intellect at the moment and although I knew it would be impossible to explain how a new sister was growing in my womb for the first time in 9 years, I really hoped one was. I know this is unbalanced, a mother wanting her son's sister to be forming and growing, but the view brought me incredible joy. I laid there with Brian behind me, imagining what kind of baby I would have.

I had always wanted more child but it never worked out with my husband after our youthful daughter was born. We never discussed it but I always had the tone he preferred not to have any more. In fact in the nine years since her birth I bet I could remember ever fourth dimension he actually fucked me and filled me with his seed. It was less times than my son Brian had fucked me and filled me in the last two days.

Of path I was getting ahead of myself. My cycle per second is quite irregular and I am not certain when I am ovulating, when I am fertile, so there is a very skilful probability I was getting my Bob Hope up only to be dashed. I hadn't even considered what Brian might recall of his female parent being pregnant with his tike. Although what he was doing at the bit felt very nice. He was rubbing his fingers between my labia, circling my clit and pressing his erect cock up between my legs. I wondered how he could be hard already. His ejaculate was still spilling out of me from the incredible shag he gave me second ago.

And without saying a word he slipped inside, me again. His steal cock pressed up deep into me, already pressing against my cervix. Is this how he felt ? Did he require his female parent to carry his baby ? He just discovered I was not on birth ascendence and his first thought is to fuck me. And by letting him fuck me right now was I indicating I was hoping we could be meaning together ? Prior to this I had honestly forgotten about not being on birth control, but in this moment it was all I could think about - no I was not on any birth command, and if Brian cums inside me again, I know the risk. Why wasn't I stopping him ?

Brian slowly worked his cock in and out of my pussy. He was fucking me very deliberately, more like making making love to me. We were spooning and he rocked back and Forth River on the bed, pressing up and in, still more deeply than anyone ever had. I was rocking back to play him. It felt so proficient. It was more emotional than any of our old copulations. nix was said between us, he and I moved together, seemingly with one destination, to draw his germ deep into my womb. Without saying it, we both knew we wanted it. We both wanted to commit this act, fully cognizant what we were doing, hoping this would conduct to concept. I was imaging his seed flooding into me and penetrating my egg. Slowly a babe maturation, a boy like his father, strong and brawny and yet able to obligate me in his arms tenderly and loving and take a leak me experience more like a woman than I ever.

He kissed the back of my neck. He squeezed my tit in his manus. I remembered when he would puff milk from it and I tried to imagine how soon it would be filled with milk again, for his babe. His other hand pressed against my womb, as if he was trying to will spirit inside me. Slowly and methodically, his steal cock expanded and squirted inside me. Our pace remained slow and he filled me. Signaling my favorable reception I squirted back at him, my orgasm surfactant than any other before it. How could I be so aroused ? It was a first light of being fucked, I should take in been dry and void, yet in that second, we two lovers gave all we had to the other, entire giving and receiving.

He whispered,"I love you."

I confirmed my love for him,"I love you too, Brian"and I realized I meant more than motherly love.

We laid together, him inside me, as if trying to continue his seed from running out. His baby shaper had every chance to dance freely inside me, searching for that egg, penetrating it and beginning new life, a new life-time we both wanted. I never felt more beautiful or loved. This was different than when I conceived the other three, this was an opening of my garden lovingly, welcoming his seed, and uncoerced with all my might to bring forth fruit from my uterus, his yield. We fell off to sleep, held tightly together. We started as two and now elevated by the hope we might become three.

When Brian woke, he slipped out of me, and I felt empty, uncomplete. He left and returned with water system, giving it to me first than taking some himself. He just pulled me and led me to the shower. We stood under the steamy water, washing each early, cleaning away the morning's sex and kissing like devotee. With my mind clearer I obviously had no mind what was going on inside my organic structure. But I also knew what I wanted and what Brian wanted, so I knew we would stay fresh trying until we did think. Two Day ago this would cause been a idea too big to fit in my brain, but now it was as veridical as his soapy hands on my knocker. We should discuss it, discover what the other might be thinking about our future. Keeping sex arcanum was possible, hell even easy when my fan slept just down the G. Stanley Hall from me. But how to let a child and not break relationships already set up by law, this I did not think was possible or explainable.

As we dried and dressed and went for food in the kitchen, cypher was said. Then finally I looked at him and said, if it is a boy could we name him Brian ? He nodded and said a girl should be Marsha. We smiled, kissed and finished eating in quiet. give-and-take had no meaning in this import, we were still linked, like two naked lovers, moving together, trying to become something new. We spent the afternoon together, just holding each other, clothed, but intermingled, not knowing where one ended and the early began.

Late in the afternoon the girl returned from camp, excited with floor of the day and wanting to go for a swim in the kitty. Brian a dutiful crony went out and drown with them, playing with them like the teen he was -- very different from the man who was my lover all day. Their reaching signaled it was clock time to begin dinner and get set for their forefather to amount habitation from the power for the family meal. Surely, after eating he would head back to the government agency and it would be we four again into the nighttime ( or was it five now ? )

I began to question what it would care to have another baby in the family. I tried to imagine the daughter acting and helping. Becoming big sisters, little mothers. I imagined Brian with a haughty fatherly smiling. And I began to wonder where my husband fit into this picture ? How would he find out his wife was pregnant with her fourth kid after a nine yr sabbatical ? I needed to conceive about this more, but now was not the time. Now was too perfect, Brian, Corrine and Brianne and future infant, that is all I wanted to suppose about now.

As I cooked I tried to remember back when I was pregnant finale. At five foot four I was not big overall, I carried my sister in nominal head and low. Being pregnant felt like it was the way I was meant to be. I weighed about one fifty at the beginning and would add thirty pounds by their birthday. After the first two I was able to drop virtually of the weight but after my lastly, Brianne it all seemed to last out. The extra weight unit kept my breast a very noticeable 40c and I was fortunate to carry quite of bit of the extra weigh in my ass. Thankfully, a big ass was appreciated and so I never really felt over weight, but as I was aging and slowing down a feel like I officially became a BBW, Big Beautiful Woman. I can't say I ever felt beautiful really ( until these retiring few days with Brian ) and so never thought of myself as a BBW but certainly I have the first B and the W.

I began to marvel how my body would alter this time. These days I was a little over two hundred pounds with the Saame big breast and big ass. I wonder if I added weight from a pregnancy where would it go. Could I ever get it off ? I could end up at two hundred and fifty pounds if I was not measured. diet is not my lastingness, especially after being so well fucked by Brian. I was restoring my vigor with lots of food for thought. I envisioned zilch but sex and feeding over the side by side several months, or until I couldn't be fucked anymore.

Somehow through all my mommy filled distracting mentation dinner was set up and we all sat around the tabular array. I felt like we were a different kind of kinfolk fir the first meter. One that did not fully include my husband, more like we were the house and he was an trespasser. We laughed and chatted and he watched, removed and different. I wondered again what would occur if I did turn pregnant have been without his seminal fluid in my pussy for over a year ? Would he leave ? He could only assume it was another man, an function, he could never know it was his Brian. I am sure as shooting thinking I had fallen for another was much easier to accept than ever finding out his own son was more devotee to me than he. I didn't want to bruise him. He is a effective man generally. But emotionally at this consequence I realized he was never my lover. Brian was my lover, he opened me up, made me a womanhood. As I looked at them both, I knew I could easily live with Brian as my partner, giving myself completely. But how would this partnership ever be accepted, we would always seem as though we were mother and son ?

My hubby did go back to work and Brian again joined me in bed and we made love. And he again pressed his seed thick inside of me, once, than twice and a third clip. Before his Church Father came rest home he slipped back into his own bed and I fell asleep raw. Each day after that day it was the like. Brian came to me and we made love. It was not fucking, it was loving, it was nestling fashioning and it was beautiful.

I began to conceive about how my life-time would commute. Maybe I should try to prosecute my husband sexually and he would think any future child would be his. Better he be mad at me for tricking him than for cheating on him. When I spoke to Brian about this a jealous side of meat showed that I did not eff existed. He took our love qualification as consummation, allegiance, his ingress into my womb each day as a covenant that made me his, and he expected commitment and fidelity from me in proceeds. We decided I should dig into my husband about wanting another baby. We could judge his reaction to the head and gauge how he might respond once I began to show. Getting a coup d'oeil into how he would respond, how he would find when new life began to grow inside me, could lead to ideas about how to best let him unwrap this new baby.

In meter a weekend came and it was a chance to mouth to my husband. We agreed to go out to dinner, just the two of us, a quiet plaza near the beach. It had been a spell since we gone out together. I was n't drinking but he had a twain of glasses of wine-colored. I ordered Mahi Mahi and he had a lobster. We talked about the kids and the summer coming to an end. he mention maybe next year he wouldn't be so busy and we could carry a family vacation. I knew that would never happen, he work always came before anything.

As we talked about the kidskin I took a chance and said, `` Bill, what would you call up if I wanted to have another child ? '' You know I always wanted Thomas More minor and now I am approaching thirties and my biological clock is running out. How would you feel if I became pregnant one Thomas More time ? I realized as I listened to myself I was saying it without implying I would need him to contribute. But the how was wiped away from my thinking when I realized there was no shock or surprise on his face. Rather his looking at was as if I just bent and broke his favorite golf game club or ache him in some other way. He stared off for a long time, collecting his thoughts I believed and then he just blurted out,"so whom have you been fucking ?"

He surprised me. I faked insult, how could he say such a thing ? But he insisted. He knew I was different. He began to explicate how he noticed me more joyful around the house, almost acting like our teenage son. He also said he would hail home and feel me raw in bed. He was sure there was someone else fucking me. I continued my artifice, insisting he was faulty, there was no one else. I only ever had sex with him in my entire life sentence.

Bill said,"wellspring I think we are talking about a new babe because you are already pregnant and you need some screen. So now you want me to fuck you adding my ejaculate to his."I was felicitous at that bit Brian stopped me from going forward with that plan. And I was panicking at where this conversation had gone. note was about to scandalize me even more.

He said,"Marsha, a few weeks ago when I got home late from work I found you asleep naked on top of the bed, your peg spread out and a puddle of cum between them, with his seminal fluid still spilling out."He went on to say there is no denying what I saw or what it was. He said at for the first time it confirmed what he already suspected. But something happened in him, seeing my tumid lips, leaking another man's cum, he admitted it turned him on. He went on to say he was so turned that he dropped his pants and jerked off standing at the end of the bed looking at my sloshed swollen slit. His next command was not anything I would induce ever predicated. He said,"I found it so erotic that I had to lean in and solve your slit, the compounding of his and your cum had me ejaculating all over the end of the bed."

Now it was my turning to stare off thinking, letting what he said sink in. My husband has been licking my pussy when he came place from work, cleaning up his son's cum. And he liked it ! I wondered how often he did this and he told me about half a twelve meter over the yesteryear few calendar week. He asked about parturition control and I admitted I was not taking the oral contraceptive pill any more. He asked if I was significant and I honestly said I don't know, but as you are cognizant from what you have been eating it is quite potential. He asked about the man fucking me, did he possess a big cock ? Yes. He knew he came a lot and asked if he came multiple meter ? Yes. Is he young ? Yes. How young, I lied and said of late 20. He wondered if he met our kids, and I said they don't know about another man. He presumed I would celebrate fucking and he wanted to bed where he stood. I told him I didn't want to allow for him but a room access had been opened in me that I could not fill up. Was another man with his wife something he couldn't handle ? If he was ok with someone else fucking me then perhaps he would much favor licking me when I was awake. I honestly thought I saw him fist pump at that comment.

He thought for a long clip. And finally said,"What if I wanted more ?"

"More what ?"I asked.

"What if I wanted to check ?"he replied.

I was shocked, my hubby wanted to see another man fuck his wife ? I never heard anything like this before. But I could see he was severe. His face was flushed and I swore he had his hand in his lap rubbing pressing his cock through his pants. We were sitting in a public restaurant. This was so unlike the man I knew.

I excused myself to use the ladies way and on my way stopped, leaned into him, putting my hand in his lap, verifying he was indeed erect. I whispered to him,"I might be opened to that."I swore his cock jumped in my hand. Had he just cum ?

I knew I could never let him see it was Brian, his own son, but this fantasy seemed the best way for me to keep loving Brian and having greenback for cover. Besides, I was a little turned on by the unharmed prospect of making throwaway check what it was like to be made love to by a real man, even if it was his boy. I was really excited to get home and speak to Brian. This opened up some practical opening. I couldn't have been happier about bringing up the subject.

As we drove home I pulled out Bill's cock. It was hard ( still or again, I could not be sure ) and had emitted passel of precum. I rubbed it a few times and he shot his cum all over the steering rack, gasp and the car tooshie. I was surprised by how very much he came. He looked at me and smiled. He asked, would it be ok if he could licked my cunt when we get home ? I said without looking at him,"I wonder if we should let you have that form of access anymore ? ”
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