After the divorce, my mother said that now she will live in their pleasure. I understood my mother, I was already an adult and no longer need to take care of me and the money after the divorce will be enough for her for the rest of her life. I was sure that she was going to buy a cozy house somewhere near the ocean and maybe even meet a new man. We hugged and I wished her luck. What was my surprise when I found out that she bought a dirty hut in the ghetto. At heart, she was always a cock-hungry whore. My father had never satisfied her, and now she wanted to make up for lost time.
The door to your room unlocked. It was a cell. You had to remind yourself of that. Sure, it was nicer than your apartment, full of luxuries and all you could ever want. But it was a cell. Steve walked in the room, smiling from ear-to-ear.
You come home and eagerly unlock the door, waiting with bated breath to see me. There I am, in pre-pregnancy clothes. The shirt does nothing to cover my belly, so huge and round- my belly button has even popped already. I already look full term. I waddle towards you and place your hand on my belly, and you feel a kick. Your phone buzzed. Groggily, you pawed at it, checking the time as you did so. Light was streaming in your window; you still had your shirt on from clubbing the night before. She was bent over, fiddling with the computer, giving you a nice view of her face and right down into her cleavage, held in place by a pink sports bra.
My first submission so I hope you enjoy! I love this page by the way! Youre still tired, and shift a bit, trying to fall back asleep, but a wandering hand causes your eyes to flutter open. Smirking, you roll over to face your boyfriend, and smile at him. He smiles and kisses you. Sighing contentedly, you nod and kiss him back as his hand pushes your shirt up and kneads your breasts, making you moan. You feel him smirk against your lips, and you smile back. You love it.