Mom's "Best Friend" (Part 11) - TG Caption

    I’m pregnant. I can’t even believe that I’m saying that, but as of a couple of months ago, I have a baby in me. June’s baby. Our baby. It has been a part of both of us, and that’s really the only way I want to think about it. I think it’s how she sees it too, she enjoys the notion of putting a child inside of me, even though she can’t during sex. It’s unreal to me, but I have to accept it. Carrying my child and, well,  sibling, technically… In some ways at least. Maybe it’s best not to look at it that way, being its mother. Anyway, accepting it isn’t too hard… there’s a physical reminder constantly inside of me, and undergoing all the sickness and strife that comes with pregnancy is hard to ignore. Nonetheless, I couldn’t be happier. I get my moments of respite and the way that June smiles when she feels my stomach. The way she is able to help me having gone through all of this herself at one point. (Even though I have my own quirks… I act in ways that I didn’t even know was possible, although that’s been a running theme over the last year or so.) The way that I begin to cry when I think about the day that we finally have our baby in our arms. It’s all worth it.

    “Ahhhh~” I couldn’t stifle a moan as June fondled my breasts. Whenever she could, June found herself enjoying my ever-growing breasts. This had become a lot more than a daily occurrence. It was a bit of a wholesome mood killer, for better or for worse. I get it, my breasts are getting bigger and that’s great for her, but it wouldn’t kill her to cool it a little bit. Although, admittedly, it did feel good. “Would you cut that out?” I swatted her away half-heartedly.

    “Whaaat?~ But they’re so big! I thought you liked it, you were just moaning!” They were really big, it’s not like I didn't understand the excitement. I guess I just thought it wasn't proper for two mothers to be like this sometimes. I mean, I had never seen her like this before swapping, naturally. She's reliving her youth at least a little bit, I get that. I will admit though, I do like it quite a bit… can you blame me? I've been blessed I’ve ever seen. With her as a close second. It used to bug me, but now I couldn't really be happier.

    “I do like it but I can only handle it for so long! Keep it in your pants!” She pouted at me. I didn't want to do this, but shouldn't I? We're Mom's now. Well, we were before but… Alex can handle himself. “We’re going to be parents to a kid, we should be responsible.” I certainly wasn’t in any position to tell her anything about parenting though, under the guise of always being Kelly, or just being myself. Although that’s where all of these worries are stemming from. How long can I ignore it and enjoy the benefits of the present?

    “Pfft.” She blew off what I said. “You’re talking to a Mom, let me have my fun while I still can. Trust me, I wish I had done that before… and I don’t want to throw this time I have with you away worrying over being “proper.” We aren’t necessarily in the prime of our lives, but we aren’t far off. There’s no position I’d rather be in, at least.” I guess she was right. She was regaining this freedom of youthful love, I had never lost it. And she gets to be on the other end of a pregnancy for a change, of course. Maybe I'm trying to rush us into being “serious adults” way too quickly. Maybe we should enjoy this while it lasts. Maybe I am taking all of this too seriously, we're newlyweds! We should have fun. 

    “Hahh… You’re right. Totally right.” I sighed. It wasn’t my place to say how she, or we, should or shouldn’t act, anyway. We should do things our way, right? Even so, it’s hard to think all of this while someone runs their hand up my waist.

    “So… we can have pregnancy sex?” She took hold of one of my breasts again. I couldn’t emphasize enough how much they had grown, and they weren’t showing any sign of stopping. When she groped them before it still felt as if she were taking hold of and stimulating something firm, if a bit large. But now? It was as if my breasts had become a mass for her to explore. A wonderland of joy for both of us, no doubt. “I know my perverted pregnant wife wants it. What would people think of the way you give in to me?~”

    “Maybe…” Sweat was dripping from my forehead. I had a meeting online later today! But it wasn’t as if I could work with my crotch getting progressively more wet… and they would understand if I didn’t show up, right?