Sidney admitted that when she first learned from Billy at Stu's party—that disastrous and violent party where she discovered that he and Stu murdered her mother—that she was pregnant, she was horrified.
Being pregnant at seventeen was a situation she never wanted to be in anyway because she was a teenager, still just a child in society's eyes. Being a mother at that age was terrifying due to everything she had to deal with—the judgmental stares, the fear of having the people she loved the most think the worst of her, giving birth to the child and then taking care of it—all while still attending school and attempting to gain an education so she wouldn't be among the percentage of unwed teenage dropout mothers. It was a lot, and that was just in a normal scenario.
But in this scenario…in this scenario, she was the mother of her boyfriend's child. Her homicidal boyfriend who went on a killing spree the year before, who took her beloved mother's life two years ago. Her boyfriend who donned his Ghostface costume and voice changer to rape her twice. It didn't matter that a part of her enjoyed being taken by him both times…she hadn't known it was Billy and she hadn't truly given her consent in the beginning.
But as her pregnancy progressed and she saw the way Billy treated her and worshipped her…it didn't quite make up for what he had done, but it made the wounds sting a little less. She found herself enjoying his attention, enjoying the gentle yet strong kicks of the baby she carried, the way her bump stuck out each time she gazed upon herself in the mirror. She realized how excited she was when she grew closer to her due date, and when her baby was born…
She fell in love.
There was no other way to explain it. Sidney had fallen irrevocably and absolutely in love with the baby boy that the nurse passed to her after they cleaned him up. She fell in love with his smooth, soft skin, the warm weight of his tiny body against her bare chest when she bonded with him, those beautiful brown eyes and the dark blonde hair that belonged to his father.
She loved him so much, her baby boy. Her little Tatum Neil Loomis, Tate for short.
The sound of footsteps approaching alerted Sidney, but the familiar noise that made her smile was Tate's soft coos. Looking up, her smile only widened as Billy came towards her with Tate held close to his chest.
"Hi, baby," Sidney greeted happily, her eyes sparkling as Billy carefully passed their son to her.
"I changed him and gave him a fresh diaper. He's hungry now, though," Billy told her, watching her hold Tate. The sight of her holding the baby they made filled him with warmth. A soft smile lifted his lips as she cuddled the infant close.
"I see that," she replied, smiling at the way her son nuzzled against her chest. "Mommy's going to feed you now, baby."
Billy swallowed. Mommy's going to feed you now, baby. It was such an innocent statement towards their child, yet it caused arousal to pool in his lower belly. He had to sit down in the recliner across the couch she was sitting on to at least somewhat hide the erection that was forming in his jeans.
Sidney was still smiling at Tate, her attention completely focused on him, as she undid the buttons of her maternity shirt and pulled it open, exposing her breasts. Bringing the baby closer, she watched him latch on and begin suckling.
"Good boy," she cooed.
Licking his lips, Billy gazed upon the sight before him. He loved watching Sidney breastfeed. The maternal gesture of feeding Tate, of giving him what was necessary for him to grow from her own body, was so wholesome that it made him feel warm inside, the beautiful picture strengthening his love and devotion to her. Even after everything he's done, all of the grief he's caused her in her life (that was the only thing he would ever regret about being Ghostface—the whore who wrecked his life deserved the blade that he plunged into her that night), she kept his child. She loved his child.
Sidney was so beautiful like this, a goddess in her element. His girlfriend was meant for motherhood, her gentle nature perfect for nurturing a baby. The pale flesh of her breasts practically shone beneath the dim light of her living room, utterly and completely captivating him.
The sight of his son feeding from her breasts, bigger now from her pregnancy, stoked something primal within him every time he witnessed it. It was a feeling so raw and animalistic it made his breath quicken, his heart beat faster, his pupils dilate, and his cock harden and twitch in his jeans, pressing against the zipper so much it was borderline uncomfortable (not that he minded a bit of pain, but that was beside the point).
The longer he stared at her exposed chest, the stronger the urge became for him to taste her, to touch her…to put another baby in her…
A quiet groan fell from his lips at the mental image. Sidney on her back, knees pressed against her chest, a look of pure ecstasy on her face as he pumped blast after blast of his thick, hot seed into her fertile womb, all while he sucked on her nipple, savoring the sweet milk that her body produced.
His jeans tightened further, his cock now fully hard and aching to be released from its confines, to be buried deep inside of the woman he loved. He wanted her so badly. He wanted her milk, her pussy, her love…he wanted everything.
Sidney had just switched Tate to her other breast when she looked up and caught Billy's intense stare. Blushing slightly under his gaze, she smiled and teasingly asked him: "What is it? Are you waiting for your turn?"
Billy was unyielding and gravely serious as he answered, "Yes." He was leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees, dark eyes so intently focused on her it felt as if they were piercing through to her very soul.
Sidney's blush deepened, the shock of his resolute response to her playful query silencing her. The way he was watching her sent chills down her spine, excitement and arousal coursing through her blood at the thought that he truly was waiting for his turn, and by the look of his tense posture, he was eagerly awaiting it…
The feeling of the soft pressure on her nipple being released caught her attention and she dropped her eyes to gaze down at Tate. Her baby yawned and turned away from her breast, full.
The ache between her legs temporarily forgotten, Sidney smiled and rubbed her son's back to coax the gas from his chest in one small burp. "Are you tired?" She asked.
Tate yawned again and she giggled.
"I'll take him upstairs so he can nap," Billy said softly, rising from the recliner and moving towards her.
"Okay," she said, allowing Billy to take their son. She watched his face soften, the gentle smile making her melt inside. No matter who he is and what he's done, Sidney always felt assured of the love he holds for her and Tate.
Then he was glancing back at her, and the heat in his gaze made her bite her lip, the arousal from earlier returning full force. Sidney shifted her hips, her thighs clenching for some sort of friction, watching his eyes darken as he noticed the movement. There was a feral promise in his stare, a promise she couldn't help but want him to fulfill.
'Fucking hormones. Fucking Billy…it isn't fair how hot he is!' Sidney thought in frustration, watching him disappear upstairs so he could put Tate down for his nap.
Pregnancy hormones were no joke and neither were post-pregnancy hormones. She found herself wanting to jump Billy often, especially when she saw him be so tender and fatherly.
A groan slipped past her lips as she ran a hand through her hair. The fire in her veins was rising and she could feel her pussy tingling in desire for the dark blonde. He hasn't even touched her yet today and already she was soaked for him!
When he returned, Sidney bit her lip again, chewing on it in lustful anticipation as Billy's eyes locked on her. She knew she must look pretty wanton right about now: flushed face, glazed expression, open shirt with her breasts still on display, her thighs rubbing slowly together…she could tell he liked it when his tongue ran across his bottom lip and his eyes raked appreciatively up and down her body, lingering on her chest.
"Fucking gorgeous," Billy stated roughly as he crossed the living room and stood so close before her that she could feel the heat emanating from his body.
"I am?" Sidney asked, rather coyly, transfixed by the way her boyfriend slowly sank to his knees so they were face to face.
"You know you are," he purred, leaning forward and kissing her neck, trailing his lips down the column of her throat to the tops of her bare chest. Looking up at her, he placed a hand on her breast.
"Can I have my turn, Mommy?" He asked huskily, his smoldering stare and the word Mommy coming from his mouth making her shudder. Her panties were so wet they were all but ruined at this point.
"Yes," Sidney whispered.
Billy tilted his head to the side. "Yes what, Mommy?" He asked.
Fuck. How this man could somehow pull off seduction and innocence at the same time, Sidney couldn't even begin to fathom, but it never failed to make her want him as much as he wanted her.
"Yes, you can have your turn now," she said.
"Are you going to feed me, Mommy?"
Another gush of wetness between her legs. Never before this moment did Sidney ever think that she would like having her boyfriend call her Mommy, but she did.
'This must be how Billy feels whenever I call him Daddy,' she mused as she adjusted herself, leaning into a comfortable position with her back against the couch while Billy knelt between her legs.
"Will you feed me, Mommy?" Billy repeated, his sharp and predatory gaze contradicting his sweet and innocent tone. There was a teasing light in his brown eyes, but his body language was calm as if he had only pure intentions. He really was acting the part of a chaste boyfriend, but Sidney knew better.
"Yes," she whispered, staring down at him with her own heated expression. "I'm going to feed you, baby."
Shivers went up and down Billy's spine, the pressure against his zipper somehow intensifying. If he had less self-control, Sidney's words would have brought him to an early climax right in his jeans. Fuck that. He wasn't some inexperienced little boy who came at the lightest touch. Like Randy Meeks. The cruel thought almost made him smirk.
Moving as close as humanly possible, Billy reached up so he could gently caress one of Sidney's breasts. The moan that the brunette released at the feeling was absolutely sinful, and it didn't take long for Billy's mouth to latch onto her breast, the tip of his tongue laving around her nipple before beginning to suck.
Sidney moaned louder, leaning her head back against the couch with a soft thud, one of her hands reaching up to thread through Billy's hair.
"Yes, Billy," Sidney sighed in pleasure, her fingers gently running through her boyfriend's dark blonde locks.
Billy hummed, closing his eyes as he sucked at the same pace. Despite having fed their son not too long ago, milk flowed from her nipple at the stimulation. He savored the sweetness of the liquid as it ran smoothly down his throat. She tasted so good; all he wanted to do was stay in this position, his mouth on her breast, for as long as he was able.
"Oh, God," Sidney whined, her hips moving and thighs clenching in a desperate attempt for some relief. All she could think about was his cock fucking her again and again and again until her pussy was sore and she couldn't feel her legs.
Billy's suckling increased, her milk flowing into his mouth. The moans and whines escaping from deep within her chest and the desperate little motions of her hips served to further arouse him. This beautiful woman who he was lucky enough to call his girlfriend, luckier still the mother of his child, wanted this as badly as he did.
He growled a bit when he ran out of milk, but then he switched to her other breast and purred in satisfaction when he could taste it again on his tongue.
Sidney felt her body becoming hotter with every suck of Billy's lips on her nipple. "Fuck, Billy," she whimpered, leaning forward so her breast pressed further into his mouth, her arms wrapping around his neck, clinging tightly to him to try to find purchase as she urgently tried to find the friction she craved.
Pulling away from her nipple, Billy asked, a devious smirk on his face, "Do you want to cum, Mommy?"
"Yes," she groaned, her head falling back. "Mommy wants to cum so badly, Daddy."
Billy growled. He wanted to finish feeding, but the lust in her voice, the way he could feel her wet heat against his body just begging for more, the sinful words dripping from her pretty lips…it was all too much.
Pulling away, he undid his jeans and slid them first down his legs and then his boxers, his cock finally springing free from its prison. Hard, red, and pulsing, it stood at attention as he removed his shirt and carelessly threw it somewhere off to the side. At the same time, Sidney shed her long maternity shirt and the panties hidden beneath it. The material was so wet that it made an audible plop as it slid down her legs and landed on the floor. The sound made them both shudder.
"I want you on your back…on the floor," he demanded lowly, staring at her as he grabbed his cock in his fist and began stroking it.
"Yes, Daddy," she whispered, sliding her back down the couch until she was sitting on the floor, then she scooted forward before lying down, positioning her body so she was flat on the carpet. Using her arms to prop herself up so she could watch him, she spread her legs wide, exposing her drenched pussy to his gaze.
Billy stalked forward, his dark eyes trained solely on Sidney, giving his cock a few more hard tugs before dropping to his knees, grabbing his lover's hips and yanking her towards him.
Rolling his hips so his leaking head ran lightly over her swollen clit, the same primal, animalistic urge from earlier swept through him again when she cried out in pleasure.
"Daddy, please, don't tease me!" She begged, wiggling her hips the best she could under the blonde's iron grip.
"Tell me what you want."
"Fuck, Daddy, I want you!"
"What do you want Daddy to do?"
"I want you to breed me! Put another baby in me and let me make Tate a big brother!"
The answering snarl that Billy let out was nothing short of beastly as he entered her with one rough thrust, every inch of his cock sheathed within her pussy.
Sidney let out a shriek while Billy grunted, his hands tightly holding on to her hips as he stilled, allowing both of them to adjust. They hadn't had sex for four months since Tate's birth and Sid was so tight around him that he had to stop for a few moments or this session would be over shortly after it began.
After those few moments, Billy began thrusting. He set a slow pace at first, getting used to the feeling of being inside of her after so long, stretching out Sidney's walls with every push and pull of his body.
Sidney threw her arms around his shoulders, her nails scraping down his bare back, evoking another growl from him. "Fuck me, Daddy," she whined.
As soon as the words left her mouth, Billy began pounding into her, the head of his cock slamming into her cervix with every movement. "Fuck," he groaned, pulling her hips up higher around his waist. The angle was deeper now as her ass lifted off of the carpet, the sensations more intense.
It didn't take long for the house to be filled with screams, moans, and other cries of passion as the couple moved together—the sharp, heavy, wet slaps of skin against skin could be easily heard from the living room as Billy's cock pistoned in and out of Sidney's pussy, every thrust pushing past her cervix and touching the entrance of her womb.
Sidney made short, squeaky noises, her head resting in Billy's neck as her body endured the brutal pounding. "Oh God," she whined, knowing that she was going to cum soon. It was going to be an explosive one that would make her toes curl and her mind go blank, she could feel it.
"Look at you…taking Daddy's cock like a good girl," Billy praised, his breathing heavy as a smirk crossed his face. He could feel the sweat beading his forehead, dripping down onto his face, but he didn't care. All he cared about was Sidney and how good it felt to be inside of her again. "Fuck, you feel so good…are you gonna cum for me?"
"Yes, Daddy," she whimpered, her head swimming with so much pleasure she felt like it could burst any second now. "I'm gonna cum for you."
Billy pulled out of her, ignoring her desperate cry. Moving her so her back was once again on the floor, the male grabbed ahold of her thighs and maneuvered her knees so they were pressed right up to her chest, folding her body in half.
Sidney moaned weakly, recognizing the position and what was about to happen now that she was in it…
For a moment Billy stared hungrily down at Sidney's prone form. Her eyes were glazed over, her cheeks flushed from exertion. Her breasts were heaving, her deep breathing making them bounce slightly. Her pussy was soaking, her hole open and wanting. Her body was giving him all of the signs for him to breed her again.
And breed her he will.
Billy took the time to slowly slide his cock back into her pussy, his chest swelling with prideful satisfaction as he watched her eyes roll into the back of her head as the new position allowed for deeper penetration. When he was balls deep within her wet heat, their hips touching, he pulled out of her at the same pace as when he first entered her.
"Ready?" Billy asked, smirking down at her.
Sidney moaned.
"I'll take that as a yes," he chuckled right before he thrust forward. Unlike a few moments ago, the tempo he set was fast and hard, hitting her g spot repeatedly as the mating press he placed her in made her body take him further than before. He could feel her womb and that knowledge made a primal haze cloud his brain, the only thought in his head now a mantra of 'breed her, breed her, breed her.'
"I'm not going to last long," Sidney finally managed to pant out the words. The pleasure was increasing, the tingling in her pussy and the tension in her lower abdomen growing more intense with every second.
"Me neither," he replied, his body moving on autopilot at this point. He was so close, he could practically taste it.
When he felt his balls draw up and tighten to the point of pain, he switched his grip from her knees to her thighs as his thrusts quickened, pulling her closer until they were pressed together, chests bare and sweaty from exertion. Each one was short but incredibly deep, Sidney's moans becoming shrieks as he felt her walls contract around him.
"I'm gonna make you a mommy again, Sid," Billy whispered darkly, staring down at her. "I haven't fucking cum since before Tate was born. Been saving it all up for you for when the doctor cleared you and now it's all going into your tight little pussy," he ground into her g spot, relishing her high pitched noises. "You're going to take every drop of my cum into your pretty hole and it's going to fill your womb so much that it'll be leaking out of you, but I won't let it. I'll keep my cock in you as long as possible so none of it comes out. Fuck," the growl that escaped from his chest was more animal than man. "There's no way you won't be pregnant after this."
"Yes," Sidney breathed, her eyes glossy. "Yes, yes, Billy, please…fuck me, fill me up, breed me again!"
Her begging and the way her pussy felt as it constricted around him during her powerful orgasm was the final straw for Billy, who froze and held her tightly, tilting his head back as he came. The primal sounds repeatedly fell from his mouth as he filled her completely with his hot seed.
Once they'd both ridden out the waves of their climaxes, Billy rested against Sidney, his body a comfortable weight atop hers. He peppered soft kisses up and down her neck, one of his hands gently caressing her belly. He never made a move to pull out, keeping to his words about keeping his cock inside of her.
"You're an animal," Sidney breathed.
Billy laughed. "You're damn right I am," he agreed.
"I think I will be pregnant after this…I never restarted birth control after Tate was born because I heard it could dry up my milk."
Billy nuzzled her neck. "Don't want that," he murmured, his free hand brushing against her breast.
"Boy or girl?" Sidney asked, finally finding enough strength in her exhaustion to raise her hand and run her fingers through her boyfriend's hair, the dark blonde locks dampened with sweat.
"Girl," he answered, breathing in her scent. "I want a baby girl who looks just like her mommy."
Sidney smiled. "And if it's another boy or the girl comes out looking more like you?"
Billy's head rose and he stared into her eyes, the hand on her (as of now) flat stomach rubbing it possessively. "Then I'll keep breeding you until I get a little Sidney," he purred, his voice rough and husky.
Heat flooded Sidney's cheeks. "So, what? You'd have me be barefoot and pregnant all the time?" She asked. She admitted that Billy's desire to keep breeding her until he got his "little Sidney" turned her on again, but she was so tired that she didn't think she could handle another round.
He licked his lips. "Oh yeah…that way I could see you waddle around with a constant baby bump and breasts full of milk and be satisfied knowing that I caused it."
Damn, he was smooth.
"Pregnancy really does it for you," she stated, continuing to stroke his hair while he laid his head against her breasts this time instead of in her neck.
"Yeah. I guess you can say that it's my mother's milk."