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That frantic celebration of my positive pregnancy test was actually the last time we made love for a while. When I was pregnant with Ben, I’d had it easy. I’d gotten a little nauseous here and there, and had decided that the whole throwing-up-every-morning thing was made up for TV. But I’d been in my mid-twenties then, and almost two decades later the first trimester hit me hard.
Not long after my first doctor’s appointment, where I had my pregnancy confirmed and was given a December 15 due date, I started feeling sick and woozy all the time, not just in the mornings. I threw up maybe twice a day for a couple weeks, but the exhaustion was worse than the nausea.
I called in sick to work when I could, and when I couldn’t I felt like a zombie. It was like having the flu, which is what I told my coworkers I was struggling with. My stomach was always in knots, my body hurt all over, and I always wanted to crawl back into bed.
Ben hovered over me, making me chicken broth and plain toast that I could barely keep down. I actually lost weight, I ate so little. I assured my son that I was fine, wanting him to focus on his final exams. But as spring passed he was on alert 24/7, doing everything he could to take care of me and the baby that was starting to grow in my womb.
I was still sick as a dog during Ben’s finals, but by his graduation I started to feel better. I sat in the stands and cheered him on as he crossed the stage and collected his diploma, thrilled and emotional that my baby was all grown up, and guardedly excited about my new baby. I hugged him and cried, telling him how proud I was, that I was lucky to have him as my son, and between us, under my dress, my belly was starting to bulge.
My pregnancy was still a secret, but I was just about out of the first trimester and soon it’d be time to share my news. My bump was still easy to hide, especially as I’d been chunky to begin with, but it wouldn’t stay that way for long. I came up with a cover story about a sperm bank, one that matched me with a donor that looked like my late husband. I worried about my news stealing the thunder of Ben’s graduation, so I kept quiet. But with every day that passed, I grew more confident that I’d actually have this baby.
Ben went to a party after his graduation and I went home, remembering the night of his birthday. There would be no wine for me tonight, but I still spent some time reminiscing, thinking of how far my baby had come since he was little. It was less bittersweet this time with the knowledge that by Christmas I’d be a mom again. I imagined how I’d feel eighteen years from now, when my new baby was graduating high school, and it made my head spin.
When Ben got home I was on the couch watching TV, eating sour candy, wearing an old t-shirt and sweatpants. Not dressed to seduce. “You’re still up!” he cihangir escort smiled as he came into the living room. It wasn’t that late, but it’d been weeks since he’d seen me conscious past eight PM or so.
“How was the party?” I asked, patting the spot on the couch beside me. He sat down.
“Pretty fun,” he said. “You seem good!”
“Yeah, I’m feeling alright for once,” I told him. “Knock on wood, but the worst might be behind me.”
“Good,” he breathed. “I was worried about you.”
I nodded, popping more candy in my mouth. “My appetite’s back too.”
Ben grabbed some of the candy. “What is this?” He made a face as he chewed.
I laughed. “Normally I can’t stand this stuff, but I had to stop and get some on my way home.”
“Cravings, huh?” he said. “I didn’t know if that was a real thing.”
“When I was pregnant with you all I wanted was salt. Chips and pretzels and stuff,” I smiled. “I guess this baby wants sour.” My hand went to my stomach, and Ben watched.
“Sometimes I think your stomach is growing, but it’s hard to tell,” he said. My t-shirt wasn’t exactly form-fitting, and I’d been making an effort to hide my body for a while. It might have been hard to see if my belly was growing, but my breasts were up a cup size and it seemed obvious to me. Ben hadn’t seen me naked in months; I’d felt too ill.
“It’s definitely growing,” I said, and I pulled up my shirt. When I was sitting, though, my stomach bunched up; all you could see were fat rolls. “Here, let me show you.” I got to my feet, turning to face Ben where he sat on the couch. I held my t-shirt up under my breasts and turned back and forth, showing off: from this angle, you could see I was developing a definite bulge, at least if you were already familiar with the size and shape of my body. “What do you think? Am I showing? Or just fat?”
“You’re showing,” Ben said, a note of awe in his voice. He’d been so preoccupied with how sick I was the last few months, not to mention his exams and his graduation, that the actual baby had been on the back of his mind. Like the pregnancy was still theoretical. But now there was proof.
“If you touch it you can really tell,” I told him, and he put his palm on the top of my stomach, above my bellybutton. “No, down here.” I guided his hand down to where my uterus was swelling, way down at the bottom of my tummy, toward my pubic mound. Pressing our hands through the soft chubby layer, it was clear there was something firm and swelling underneath.
“Wow,” Ben whispered. His hand left mine and felt around, exploring the way my shape was changing. “That’s our baby.”
I smiled ear to ear. “It’s really happening.”
Ben leaned in and kissed my little bump. I felt all warm inside and I ran my fingers through his hair. esenyurt escort “I’m sorry I’ve been so out of it the last few months.”
“I’m sorry it’s been so hard for you,” he responded. “It wasn’t this bad when you had me, right?”
“No,” I said. “But that was a million years ago. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy, and I’ll do whatever it takes for this baby.” I stroked my little bump lovingly.
“I’m just glad you’re feeling better,” Ben said.
“I think the second trimester’s gonna be the best,” I told him. “I won’t be sick anymore, but I won’t be too big to move. And it might be fun for you too.”
“Why’s that?” he asked, putting his hands over mine.
I blushed. “That’s when my hormones really got going last time. I think the same thing might be happening.”
“Oh,” he said, taking a second to get what I was saying. I stroked his shoulders, my swelling breasts hanging over his head.
“If you’ve changed your mind about wanting to continue making love, that’s fine,” I told him. “But I just want you to know I’m still interested. And I’m finally feeling up for it, if you’d like to go upstairs.”
Ben looked up and met my eyes. “How about we stay here?” I shook my head. We’d never made love anywhere but my bedroom, and I felt exposed here in the living room. But Ben’s hands were on my stomach again, and then they moved up, under my t-shirt, and cupped my breasts. I gasped. I saw a smirk on Ben’s face as he held my boobs. “They’re getting bigger too, aren’t they?”
I nodded, biting my lip. “Do you want to see them?” Ben just groaned in response. I took a step back and glanced around; it was dark out and I didn’t think anyone could see in our windows but I turned off the light just to be sure. The time since we’d done this last and the new location made this feel fresh again: naughty and exciting.
I pulled the t-shirt off and stood half-naked in front of Ben, giggling when his eyes went wide at my swollen breasts. They still hung low but they’d plumped up and gotten heavy, and my nipples were a shade darker.
He tried to get up from where he was sitting and I got the urge to shove him back down by his shoulders. I climbed onto the couch and straddled him, my mouth against his. He was shocked.
“Hormones, huh?” he asked when I moved to kiss his neck.
“Yeah,” I murmured.
“I like them.” He squeezed my butt as we kissed. I straightened up and pressed his face into my chest, burying him between my breasts. He groaned and moved his hands, squeezing my boobs together and kissing and licking between them. I groaned; they were still quite tender but the attention felt amazing. I threw my head back, holding onto his shoulders.
“Can you suck them?” I asked, feeling filthy. He didn’t need to be asked twice. etiler escort bayan He closed his mouth around the nearest nipple and sucked gently, his tongue teasing the sensitive nub as I panted and grunted. He switched sides, hefting my breast up to his mouth, and I began to writhe on top of him, my desire growing and growing.
I’d almost forgotten how my sex drive had changed when I was pregnant with Ben, at least during those middle months. There were ups and downs, and some days I’d fiercely wanted not to be touched, but when I was feeling it I’d tear Ben’s dad’s clothes off. I wondered if it’d be the same this time, or if I was just having one good day after all that sickness.
For now, it didn’t matter. I had a hot mouth on my nipple, and there was a fire between my legs. I got off Ben and could see the bulge in his pants as he smiled up at me, out of breath. I tugged down my sweatpants and panties, leaving myself naked in front of him. “Take your clothes off,” I told him in my best serious Mom voice.
He did so quickly, getting rid of first his shirt, then his pants and underwear. He was hard and ready and I pushed him back into the couch again, climbing on top. My growing belly pressed into his stomach as I mounted him, reaching down and moving him to the right place. Ben cried out as I slipped him inside.
“Oh God, I missed this,” I panted, beginning to rock back and forth on top of him.
“Me too,” he groaned, moving his hips, stabbing up into me. I grabbed his hands and put them back on my breasts. Our lovemaking had been functional at first, then sweet and loving, but now I was really hot for him. The thought that he had put a baby in me was driving me nuts.
I leaned back as I rode, sliding one hand down my little belly and finding my clit. I played with it as I bounced, and it seemed to excite Ben. I grunted and gasped with pleasure, feeling him fill me up as I rubbed myself.
I went faster, trying to get him deeper. “Move with me, baby,” I told him, and Ben did his best. He held my shoulder, his other hand kneading my breast, playing with my nipple. He bounced me up and down in his lap. His breathing got heavier, his movements got jerkier, and I knew he was getting close. I rubbed my clit furiously, the pressure building. I was close too.
“Are you gonna come?” I asked, and he nodded furiously, grunting in assent. “Good. Do it,” I instructed, and started bouncing as fast and as hard as I could. It took just a few moments before he was gasping, his head rolling around on his neck, pleasure overtaking him.
His hands clamped down on me as he came, squeezing my shoulder and breast too hard, but I didn’t care. Seeing him go over the edge, and feeling him buck and shoot his sperm into me, brought on my own orgasm. I let out a low, loud moan that built and built until my throat was raw and I collapsed onto Ben, my body feeling boneless and jiggly.
He held me up and we panted together, his hardness still buried inside me, until we’d both caught our breath. Then we kissed.
“Oh my God,” he exhaled. “That was… something else.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun this summer.”
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