"You wanna know what's the nice thing about you know being pregnant?"
Darryl said, cuddling with his wife after a long, hard day with the couples. Pressing up to her tightly, Darryl wrapped Vanessa's tight and loving waist. Vanessa responded with a cute, innocent smirk to fake her ignorance as to what her husband wanted. "What?" she said coolly, with a smile on her face. Darryl chuckled, before replying with a smoothness in his tone. "We get to keep tryinggg." The man began to kiss the neck of his wife, before entering into a passionate kiss. Smothering one another's lips, the two started to become frisky, indulging in one another's love. All of this, while Calvin arose to get in on the action.
As the couple became more and more mouthy, Vanessa's gaze went towards her baby, who appeared to be staring at them. Mildly discomforted, she knew she had to point out the fact Calvin was still in the room with them. "What about the baby?" She said, hiding her discomfort with a little laugh. Darryl seemed to care little about that fact and continued to press onto her for some baby making to go down. As his kissing became more intense, Calvin began to stand up, feeling very invested in the quality show he was going to be given.
"B-but honey... Ha ha..." Calvin was fully upright, with what seemed to Vanessa to be a longing smile. "He's watching haha" Frustrated that his girl was being so unreciprocating to the sexy time, Darryl finally looked over to their adopted kid with a slight annoyance in his face. "Ugh, he's too young to know what's goin' on. Forget him." He said, brushing off her stupid concerns. He was too deep in his sexual desires, and continued to coerce her to get it on with more kisses. And, while the beauty that she was knew her man was not going to be denied her body tonight, she couldn't help but notice how hard Calvin was staring at them: at her. As Darryl lowered her down on the bed, Vanessa couldn't help but stare back at her 'son', and was assuredly creeped out by his facial features, her swearing he bit his lip. As a last ditch effort to make her agree to his demands, Darryl put the blanket over them, as a slight nod to Vanessa that he does, in fact, care about her concerns.
With a loud grunt, Darryl had become spent, and Vanessa's moans echoed under their blanket. Calvin, pissed that he was unable to voyeur onto the goddess and her sexed up body, punched the wooden fencing of the cradle. "Ohhh Darryl, come on baby, I have came yet aha." Vanessa was panting, partially tired from having to do some of the heavy lifting in their love making. "Darryl? She said, pull over the blanket to see her husband had nutted and then swiftly knocked out. "Damn it Darryl, you had one job tonight, one..." Calvin couldn't believe the sight. Vanessa's breast when freed of clothing were gorgeous, especially when glistening with beads of sweat. Her hair, now a tad messy, was something that awoken an animalistic instinct inside of him. He whistled internally, gripping tightly onto the side of the cradle.
With a yawn, Vanessa got up from the bed, exposing her lower body. "Well, guess I'll wash up for now, not a fan of making cream puddles on the sheets." Resting upright, she stood up from the bed, causing her free boobs to bounce, along with her nicely shaped ass. Without a thought in his mind, Calvin blurted out, "Mama, Mama milkies!" When Vanessa turned to him, Calvin's face turned white from embarrassment. "Shit" he mouthed out. "Oh Calvin, Calvin, was Mommy and Daddy being too loud for you to sleep?" As she strutted towards him, his eyes were fixated on her dangling C cups, swaying lightly back and forth. "I promise no more noise tonight, go night night baby." Grabbing him, she laid her "boy" down on the bed, pecking his forehead with her sweet lips. Calvin's gaze was still on her ungodly tits, and he could feel his penis rumbling with excitement. As Vanessa went to freshen up in the bathroom, she turned face, and Calvin rose up from his lying position to gasp at the glory that was his woman's butt.
"Bitch, you ain't finished today with that around." As soon as Vanessa went into the bathroom, Calvin leaped over the fence, falling to the ground with a light thud. Vanessa didn't pay attention, focused more on scrubbing off the leaks from her vagina. Sprinting to the bed, Calvin had to hop three times to make it up the height, and slid underneath the blanket. While damp, he wasn't afraid of it, as he knew he'd be steaming soon enough. As he began to take off his baby clothes, Calvin felt Darryl's naked and hairy body brush up on him. Disgusted, he pushed the man aside, taking the place where he was knocked out. Then, Calvin put back down the blankets, concealing himself for the right moment.
"Yuck, I still sorta taste 'Calvin' on the back of my throat. That was quite the load for someone his age... I didn't even know babies could cum." Vanessa rubbed her tongue, scrapping off the taste of her son's semen, to no avail. With a yawn, she went back down onto the bed, stretching out her arms as she did so. "Man, not being able to get off sucks. Miss it when hubby wasn't just a one pump chump." She giggled, laughing at her own joke. She still loved her husband of course, but his lack of push could also be why they've failed to have their own real kid together.
With the blankets now over her body, she gave off one more sigh, ready to finally sleep the night away. "Ow, wh-Darryl what is it- OW!" She felt a stiffness enter her ass, something that was supposed to be a no-go for the two. "D-Darryl! No, We promised not to- DARRYL! Ow, no, no, DARRYL!"
To be continued...