I love to wear your T-shirts in bed when I’m pregnant. They are loose enough to fit over my bump, big enough to contain my swollen boobs, and just about long enough to cover my hungry bum. The material always feels so soft when pulled tight over my belly too. 

“Honey, I leaked through your t-shirt again…”

I whisper, right into your ear, hoping to gently wake you up. I push my bump flush against the side of you, then squeeze my milk-laden boobs together. The movement makes my milk soak right through the fabric even more. Since I found out at my scan this week that I’m carrying our triplets, I’ve been almost too excited to sleep much. 

It's the early hours and there is not a stir from you yet. In the dim light, I can make out that your eyes are still closed. Your chest slowly rises and falls with each deep breath. You lie flat on your back, arms stretched out over your head. I slowly pull the covers off you, to reveal your semi-hard morning wood.

“Thirsty?” I lean in to whisper to you. Needy and a little louder this time. I nudge against you gently with my belly. You don’t answer but I see your cock strain up off your stomach slightly. I grin and pull myself up onto my hands, then lean my chest over your face. I peel your wet shirt up and off over my head, then let it fall to the floor. My big full teats now hang above you, and my right nipple grazes your lips. I know you’re shattered from working such long, hard hours. You’re worried about our growing family too despite being the perfect protector and provider that you are. All I want to do is give you my milk to help keep your strength up.  

I look down as a couple of droplets of milk form at my nipple and then drip onto your lips. I dip my chest down further, then swirl the milk across my swollen nipple. My movement urges you to latch. You groan quietly as you draw the soft underside of my boob against your tongue and start to drink. I close my eyes and breathe deeply, you know exactly how to ease the pressure from my swollen tits. I stay like this with you for a few minutes, so happy and satiated. I adore how much deep relief your mouth can give me. I glance down to admire your strong, healthy body. 

Little milky Mommy feeding her big baby Daddy.

Every time you suckle from me, it turns me on to watch your cock thicken further. I am absolutely obsessed with watching your dick twitch as I slowly smother you with my big squishy boobs. Once you’ve drained both of them of their warm milk, the relief makes me feel all tingly and dreamy. 

I gently pull my nipple out of your mouth and sit back on my heels. The weight of my belly creates so much pressure between my legs. It is now that your eyes flicker open slightly for the first time. I smile at you and begin to use my fingers to massage across the top of my huge tummy. Whenever I do that, it drives you absolutely crazy. The way I show off the big, healthy bump that you gave me, and appreciate how your sperm changed my body. 

You let out a deep, low groan when I take your hand and slide it up to rest on the roundness of my belly. You rub your palm across the tautness of my skin which makes me hum and push out further into your hand. Your strong fingers splay out, and take some of the triplet weight. 

“Look at all these babies you gave me,” I murmur softly, then casually reach down to cup right under your heavy balls. You huff out a breath as your cock pulses again. I love to watch you react like that. As I lean forward, I place my hands on your stomach to support myself. I manage to lift one leg and slide it over your thigh. I’m now straddling both of your upper thighs. I take your swollen shaft in between the fingers and thumbs of both hands. Slowly, I rub your tip along my protruding belly button. 

“You bred me so good, didn’t you, hm?” 

I lay your cock upright against my triplet tummy, then use both hands to press the shaft gently against my skin. I love to use my bump to worship the cock that gave me so many babies.

“This big, fat, dick, always putting big loads in me.” I smile at you, so pleased, as I thumb over your slit…….” keeping me full of milk and babies….just how I want to be” I tug, all needy, right at your base, then stretch out your impressive length across the curve.

“Look at the size of you, how does this fit inside little Mommy?” I giggle quietly “You make it fit, though, don’t you, hm?” I coo softly, then, use both hands to grip tight around your shaft. I frown, playfully, my fingers not able to fit around your girth entirely. You grunt, low and gruff, your cock straining against me. I can’t help but try and push together both of my hands and interlock my fingers in an attempt to apply that delicious pressure to your length. 

“Mmm, such a big lad.” I sigh, blissfully. I really do get off on complimenting your cock. My palms stroke and squeeze your solid hard-on before I ease into the steady flow of a hand job. I only stop to admire the sheer size and thickness of you.

“Big...Daddy...Dick.” I whisper, all breathy. Each word is emphasised as I draw my fingers up your shaft until I can squeeze the pre cum from your tip. Slowly, I increase the speed and pressure before I stop. Then hold your cock upright, one fist above the other. I show off your length and girth before I lay your member across my hands. I grin. 

Look how much longer you are than my fingers. 

You groan, low and primal. I cannot get enough of that sound you make. I continue to tug and twist, as I work your fat shaft between my fingers. When I see your stomach muscles tense I can tell that your balls are starting to churn. In the last few seconds, right before you release, I grab the base of your cock. I lift up off my heels. My bump pushes my hips out and forward. Quickly, I angle your tip between my folds. Instantly the weight of my belly makes me sink down onto you. Your tip opens up my swollen folds, right at the very second you empty your baby makers inside me. 

I gasp, as I feel your shaft twitch and fill me with a huge thick load. Rope after rope. I watch as your body shudders. It makes me giddy when I hear the primal grunts that escape your lips. Automatically, I pulse my walls together. Greedily I want to continue to draw up all of your sperm with my pelvic floor muscles. To keep it deep inside me, right where it belongs. 

I smile at you, all delirious, my fingers stroke across your cheek as you twitch with the aftershocks. I lean forward to confess, such a happy Mommy. 

“I'll never stop wanting to be pregnant with your babies..."