The Impregnation Theory

Having sex with a pregnant woman was a hard job. One, she was heavy, and when Lyla sat above, Gray could feel her weight sinking down on his body. Two, she was less flexible in movement. Each time Gray moved her around he had to be careful of her belly. She was more careful of it than him.

But that was the bad side. There was a good side to all of it. Lyla got wet fast. Gray had to just strip and pinch her nipples a little for the woman’s insides to feel like slippery soap. Two, she had breastmilk, and it was better than sucking on normal tits. And third, her body had developed. She hadn’t grown fat, but a little overweight, and that gave him ample things to squeeze. He squeezed her ass, jiggled her large breasts, touched around her large belly, and snuggled inside her while licking everything he could.

“I love you,” he said, kissing her cheek as he went another round. The first round was her on top, so Gray decided to do it from the back.

“Do you want me to send it here?” Gray asked playfully spreading her ass cheeks and looking at her nice asshole. It was tightening.

“Gray,” Lyla looked back annoyed. “I don’t want to do it now.”

“Come on,” Gray sent a little finger in, and felt the soft flesh tighten on it instantly. “Andria likes it.”

“I’m not Andria,” Lyla snapped. She always hated comparisons. And somehow Gray found it fun.

“But I know good ways to satisfy women,” Gray fed magic slowly into his fingertip. He had never tried that before.

“Stop that,” Lyla muttered, but her response was weak. Her butthole tightened, and Gray was almost afraid he wouldn’t be able to pull his finger back.

“Oh, you like it.”

“Not now,” she wagged his hand off. “I’m afraid of the baby.”

Gray sighed but pulled it back. “You want to finish off here?”

“No!” Lyla snapped. Then she lowered her voice. “Gray, you aren’t enjoying this, are you? If Andria was here she would have gladly opened every hole for you right now.”

“That’s fine,” Gray said. It honestly didn’t matter to him. He liked his women differently. Lyla was….Lyla. She didn’t moan really hard during sex, and she didn’t like it when she was spanked a lot. Having sex with her made Gray feel warm and fuzzy, while sex with Andria was energetic and…buzzing with excitement.

He loved both feelings.

“I have been having a lot of worries,” Lyla said, getting out of bed. “I forced myself onto a boy nearly twenty years younger than me. I killed a man and framed my own daughter for murder. And now, I ask for your support in raising a child born out of mishaps. And then…” she bends down beside the bed, aiming her ass at Gray. “You ask me to join you in bed and as soon as you enter me, I forget all my worries.”

Gray looked at her pose. With her belly hanging down it looked really sexy.

“I don’t regret you coming onto me,” he said, pushing himself out of the sheets. “And not what you did with Sia either.”

“You still hate her?” Lyla turned back, her eyes on him. “What are you going to do when you find her? Force yourself onto her?”

“By the divine no!” Gray probed his penis around in the darkness till the tip met her pussy lips. “I don’t want to rape her. I’d rather want her…humiliated. For what she called to me. And I already fucked her mother.”

He pushed it, making himself a little fast this time. He increased his pace, much faster.

“Oh…Gray-” Lyla opened her mouth to say something but then closed it.

She lost balance a little, so Gray grabbed her by the hands and pushed in further. He suddenly felt energy buzzing at the tip of his penis. He looked down to see Lyla’s inside glistening from wetness.

Humiliating Sia, he pushed further inside and got a moan from Lyla. That’s what turns us on.

“Let’s feed our baby,” Gray grinned, moving faster and faster. He wasn’t sure about the belly, it was bouncing a little, but Lyla didn’t complain. Her eyes were on the roof, and her tongue was out. Drool escaped from the edge of her mouth and fell to the ground. “Sia is going to be so happy.”

Sia had said something to Lyla too that day, and Gray was sure of it—something to make her own mother hate and despise her so much.

“Oh, Gray!” Lyla groaned.

“It’s here,” Gray let go of her hands and grabbed her breasts. With one push he sent it all in, pumping wave after wave. Lyla gripped the edges of the bed and bore it all in silence. She wasn’t a loud moaner like Andria. She just took what she was given gratefully.

Gray pulled out his member and wagged what was remaining onto Lyla’s ass. “Let’s call her Sia.”

Lyla turned. “What?”

Gray pointed to her bulging belly. “If it’s a girl you can call her Sia.”

“What if it’s a boy?”

“Then we’ll think of something else.”

Lyla smiled. “Thank you Gray. At least you are thinking about what I said.”

Gray stared at her belly. There was life growing inside it. A part of which he was responsible for. He could either run away or accept it. With Jenna’s contracts and all her speeches, he’d rather accept it than run away.

“Lyla-”

“What are you doing?”

They both froze. Gray looked behind Lyla. At the door, little Anna was rubbing her eyes while looking at the two of them. She didn’t look surprised, and Gray didn’t expect her to. Sex was a concept she’d learn far later in her life. For an eleven year old it was just a naked man and a naked woman with a fat belly and some white milk on it.

“Anna,” Lyla quickly moved towards her, and Gray jumped to get his pants. “I tucked you to bed.”

“I’m afraid,” the little girl looked at her breasts. She pointed to her nipple and laughed. “Milk!”

“Go to bed!” Lyla hardened her voice. “I’ll come with you.”

Anna nodded, almost looking afraid. Then she looked at Gray. “Goodnight!”

“Y-yes,” Gray stammered. “Night!”

Lyla turned the girl and ushered her out. “Bring my clothes,” she said to Gray.

Gray cursed. “Damn kids, always walking everywhere like stray cats!”

Lyla stopped at the door. “You know Gray, there is a reason why parents keep their bedroom door locked.”

And she was out, leaving Gray with a messy bedroom and some thrown-away clothes.