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I gingerly lowered myself onto the overstuffed couch and leaned back. My aching spine creaked in protest and a dull ache reverberated down to my tailbone. I sighed at the relief from the tight heavy weight pulling my overstretched back muscles. However I could barely fill my lungs with air. Relieved from the pull in my back, now my lungs felt compressed by the heavy burden that was weighing heavily down my mid-section.
My belly protruded outwards obscenely in front of me. It has been months since I last saw my toes. The belly had grown ponderously heavy, swelling to monstrous proportions as twin babes festered within. After a torturous first trimester, my womb grew exponentially with each week. There were days when I could feel my skin burning with the stretch, tearing into ribbons of ugly stretch marks as the belly hung out in front of me. Still two months left to go, I was not sure I could survive. My ankles had swelled and my hips creaked with the pressure and weight. I was not sleeping well, kept awake most of the night with the squirming and turning of the two spawn within me.
As I rubbed my belly and gasped for air, it felt almost surreal that I was pregnant. I thought those days were over for me, with three adult children and myself entering the 50s. I was preparing to enter my menopause stage of my life, and given how almost non-existent my sex life was with a husband suffering from ED, I stopped my pills and decided to let my hormones regulate itself. After 3 decades on birth control, I felt liberated and free. After a sudden loss of my husband of 28years to a massive heart attack, I was once again ‘unattached’. Grieving and shell-shocked, I was prepared to live my remaining years alone - and fully satisfied with that.
Before I knew it, I was caught up in a whirlwind romance and hot mind-blowing sex. I was unbelievably ecstatic and revel in my new-found sexuality. I could not believe that this handsome man, 10 years my junior, could find me attractive and sexy. The mind blowing sex and multiple orgasms were addictive. Like horny newly-weds, we could not keep our hands off each other, and before I knew it, I found myself embarrassingly pregnant. Foolish and reckless, I had not taken any precautions during our lovemaking, thinking that I was at the tail end of my fertility life span and probably not even ovulating.
After much thought and many more teary sessions, I decided to keep the baby despite the risks. I already had 3 grown-up children and had experienced a rich and fulfilling motherhood in my younger years. He, however, was never married and never knew what it was like to be a father. I decided that it could be a blessing and a gift I could give him so late in life, an opportunity that may never happen again.
Little did I know that blessings do not rain but showers. At 14 weeks, we discovered two sets of heartbeats and, to my horror, I was carrying a pair of identical twins. He himself had a twin brother and twins featured prominently in the extended family. Before I knew it, I had ballooned, heavy and ponderous. My belly grew to distorted measurements. It stuck out painfully and overnight, I was classified as high-risk by my gynaecologist.
Public reactions to my twilight pregnancy were mixed, especially from my own grown-up children. While happy that I was able to find happiness after a dark journey of grief and pain, they were equally flabbergasted that their middle-aged mother was still frisky under the sheets. My scandalous bulge was a constant lewd reminder that I was not only sexually active, I had allowed myself to be fucked and bred. My eldest had flew into a rage when it was revealed that I carried multiples. Her scathing vulgarity-punctured tongue lashing to my bed partner for impregnating me was, to put mildly, nothing short of poetic. Nevertheless, their grudging acceptance and growing concern for my well-being as the pregnancy progressed was heartening.
Exponential belly growth was not the only change in me. My sex drive also grew in tandem with my girth. I was almost constantly achey and needy, my nipples itched and my vagina felt like it was perpetually damp and raw. I guess I was lucky that he soon developed a belly kink. He could barely keep his hands off my belly. The last few months, we were fucking like rabbits. We christened most surfaces in our home, from the kitchen to the hall to the bathtub and balcony. I was truly thankful for his youth and stamina as I found myself exhausted yet insatiable.
Now, reclining on my couch, I felt the itch down below and the throbbing need rose within me. I could almost feel the trickle of slick in my hole. The babes in me struggled against their confining womb, reminding me how they got there in the first place. Groaning with need, I reached around my enlarged dome, slipped my fingers into my undergarments and fingered myself.
Yes, I was wet.
I was dripping.
I whimpered in need.
I wanted so badly …
The jingle of keys at the doorway told be help was to be soon at hand.
I grinned and let out a lewd moan …
He heard.
In the blink of an eye, my legs were hoisted onto his shoulders as he ripped off my sodden panties. The next second, there was a searing wet swipe of his broad tongue on my vagina lips. Tracing his hot tongue along my sensitive lips, he ended his lick with a swirl around my clit. A shuddering moan punched out from my lungs and a warmth shot straight into the womb.
His gremlin face peaked from behind my obscenely bulging uterus, chin damp with my juices.
“Missing me, hon?” He smirk as he offloaded his jacket and tie. I answered with an incoherent groan and thrust my hips towards him. The rip of his zipper rang out in the sultry air as he freed his turgid rod. He lean over my belly and peppered it with butterfly kisses as the babes inside reciprocated with prods and kicks. With familiar precision, he lined himself at my pussy. In one swift stroke, his thick hard manhood punched roughly into me, my slick lubricating the way in. He let out a strangled groan …
“ ..’so hot babe ..’so tight “
He punched in with precision and purpose, his strokes familiar and strong. He reached forward and slide his large palms up the sides of my heavy dome. Grasping the sides of my belly, he rocked me in tandem with his thrusts. I could feel the heat of his palms permeating into my uterus. His rod was iron hard, swollen and heavy. My hole was oozing slick and the air was soon filled with the wet slapping sounds of our rough lovemaking. We groaned in unison. I felt consumed with heat and fire, his prick was like a searing torch within me. The babes kicked in response to our aggressive lovemaking. I arched my back, shoving my burgeoning belly even higher into the air. The pressure was building in me. I felt like I could fly off the handle any minute. I gasped out loudly that I was near …
He groaned even louder, piston even faster, his heavy balls slapping against me as he was carried away with lust in the heat of the moment. Chasing his own release, his hands tightened around my belly as he leaned down to tongue the dome of reversed bellybutton.
I twitched in sensory overload and finally, tipped over the edge. My orgasm rushed over me as my pussy spammed and twitched. With a punched out cry, he too came deep inside me. His throbbing dick and the flood of hot seed sent me over the edge again, leading to an avalanche of searing orgasm. I let out a gurgling sigh as my thighs tightened around his hips and shuddered.
It took several moments before we could gather our wits and catch our breath. The first thing I noticed as his self-satisfied crocked grin as he leaned down to litter kisses on my belly. His broad palms stroked circles around my distended belly. He was still nestled inside, mildly twitching. Our eyes met and his grin split wider across his face.
“Happy I’m home, babe?” He smirked while still stroking my obscene bulge.
I was heavy lidded and stated, and could only let out a long groan in reply. I loosened my limp shaking thighs from around him as I tried to slide up the sofa to find a comfortable position.
With a regretfully sigh, he reluctantly pulled out from my pussy. It was followed by a small gush of his cum. My hole twitched at the lost of his thick wide cock and clenched spasmodically. However, the ache and pressure that I felt during my O stayed. Right beneath his wide palms, my uterus tightened into a coiled ball of muscle and tightened. I had been having random Brackston Hicks over the last few weeks. Absentmindedly, he stroked my belly with his warm palms, trying to ease the tight muscles. I winced in discomfort but was otherwise unaffected.. Little did we know, what followed in the wake of his trickle of cum was a almost perceptible pop followed by a huge gush of liquid.
I yelped in surprised.
He stood there, cock limp in the air, shell shocked as he stared uncomprehendingly at the flood of liquids that splashed around his feet and home slippers.
In a flash, the nagging back pain that plagued me the whole day escalated into a white flash of pain. Muscles tightened into a tight vise and right before my eyes, my protruding belly distorted into a tight ball of blinding pain. I threw back my head in a silent scream, arching my back as I clutched helplessly at the end of the couch. Pressure ground down against my pelvis as I struggled to breath through the haze of pain.. Intermittently the pain slowly ebbed. As I pried open my scrunched up eyes, I was faced with a wildly alarmed man. Still frozen half-undressed, his arms were poised just above my belly, too fearful to touch.
“Was that what it think it was ?” He blurted, almost accusingly.
“Yes babe, I think the kids are coming … and very soon …” I struggled to get up from my reclined position in the couch.
With the breaking of my waters, I knew that the birth would be coming soon. I had no intention of delivering a pair of twins, prematurely, in the isolation of my home. We had earlier planned a c-section due to the high risk of twin pregnancy and my age. I shuddered to think of going through the labour without pain meds or medical assistance. Given how huge and heavy I was, I doubted I would be able to push out the babes on my own.
As I struggled to my feet, I gasped and froze a few steps shy of my couch. Without warning, a tight pain seared through me, knocking my breath out of my lungs as I clutched the wall .. I let out a helpless whimper and clutched my huge and heavy belly, tears spilling down my cheeks. It a couple of minutes before the contractions subside. As I rode through the pain and agony, I noticed his frazzled look.
Oh great, he’s going to one of those dads.
Finally, the muscles around my womb relaxed and I was able to catch my breath. I lumbered ponderously over to him, tucked his prick back into his pants and zipped him up. Giving him a comforting peck on his lips, I reassured him that I was ok. To my surprised, his wild eyes suddenly filled with tears as he drew me into his arms.
“I’m so..so..sorry babe. I did this to you..” He choked into the crook of my neck as he cradled my heavy babe bump between us. “I sh..shouldn’t have impregnated y..y..you. I sh..should have stopped .. I should have ..” He cried into my hair. Shushing him, I stroked his back slowly. Despite his apprehension, I had confidence that I had everything under control. After all, I am already a mother of three, albeit from twenty years ago.
“Everything’s going to be fine. I just need you to be with me, ok..”
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“No .. I can’t do this!” I wailed as my back arched in pain.
Sweat plastered my hair against my brow as I tried to pant through the apex of my contraction. Searing pain ripped through my abdomen. I gritted my teeth and as I let out a guttural groan. It felt like my body was twisted like a damp rag, tightening at the middle. My previously beautifully domed belly was now a misshapen protrusion as my uterus clenched and tightened to push two well-grown babes into my birthing canal. Hot painful tears rolled down my cheeks as I twisted and strained in my hospital bed. There was no comfort, no relief, no escape. I felt helplessly at the mercy of my body who had a mind of its own .. hell-bent to expel the babes from me at all cost and pain.
All my well-thought out birthing plans went out through the window when we arrived at the hospital. I was gasping in shock and pain, as well as leaking fluids when my gyn rushed into my room. Upon examination, she found me fully dilated and effaced. The crown of my first babe was fully engaged and already at the neck of my cervix. There was absolutely no time for GA or c-section. To add insult to injury, I was also too far gone for any pain management or epidural.
I shook in denial and refused to be placated. Screaming and crying, I was loaded on the birthing bed, legs on stirrups and prepped to birth my child. I sobbed in pain as wave after wave of contractions crashed over me. My vagina burned and throbbed. I could feel my labia lips stretched and bulged as the turgid head of my babe crowned. I was in abject agony, forced to give in to my body’s instinctive urging to push and strain. This was not what I wanted, but my refusal to be part of this circumstance was immaterial. The babe was coming and no one and nothing could stop it. Instinct took over as my belly clenched and contracted, compelling me to do likewise to birth the child I carried inside me.
The pain slowly receded as I fell back into the pillows in a feeble sob. While the tight wrench in my womb let out, I was now feeling the fiery sear of my stretched sex. Sharp needle-like pains radiated from my nether regions as the large hard head of my babe was lodged just behind the lips. The pressure on my pelvis was unbearable. I felt like a sledgehammer was wedged inside me. I squirmed painfully, feeling every inch of the stretched vulva.
A cool towel dabbed solicitously across my brow. My cries and protests only served to further unhinge my partner. His face was puffy and tear-stained, anxiety furrowed his brows and his handsome face twisted in a mask of guilt and pain. He kissed me with quivering lips, whispering apologies and sweet nothings. My head lolled helplessly as I tried to catch my breath.
“I can’t .. I can’t push anymore!” I whimpered. Never had I ever felt so powerless and vulnerable. The anticipation of another wave of contraction and the helplessness of my situation was crushing me. “I d..don’t w..wannt to d..do this,” I sobbed piteously as I clung desperately onto his arm.
“Please ..take it oouuuut.. .. ..” my words trailed off into another wail as my uterus clenched again in a white blaze of pain. Pressure in my pelvis was intolerable. With a painful helpless cry, I surrendered to my body’s urge to push down, bear down, thrust into my sex hole and expel the babe. My spread thighs trembled impotently as I tried to drive my babe through my stretched pussy. Perspiration beaded on my forehead as I clenched my teeth and gritted with my pains.
The burning pains in my vagina escalated into a ripping tear. With a howl, I pushed through the agony and the babe’s bulbous head punched through my hole. With a flush of water and blood, the head thrust into the air.
I screamed.
He cried.
“The head’s out ..” He gasped breathlessly, his eyes not leaving the grotesque scene between my thighs. I was too gone to care. Gasping for air, I continued to scream and push. The shoulders scrapped painfully across my pelvis and stretched the skin of my sex. Seconds later, the whole body shot out into the ready hands of my gyn.
The room erupted in whoops and cries as I fell back listlessly onto my pillows. I was spent. My heart throbbed in my chest as air burned in my lungs. I gulped in air like a drowning sailor, struggling to catch my breath. I felt a wet squirming weight on my chest, and suddenly I was staring into the watery eyes of my new born daughter. Her wet wrinkled face showed her protest of anger as she failed her arms in futile demonstration. A bubble of happiness burst in me as I chortled in a wet and weak laugh. I found myself folded in the embrace of my partner as he broke out into joyful sobs.
But bliss was not to be for long. I felt the strong kicks in my belly reminding me that the journey had not ended, the work was not done. In a flash, my twisted uterus resumed its familiar clenching and I let out yet another painful gasp. My birth canal, already stretched and loose, allowed my second babe to slip in quite effortlessly. I felt something pushing out at my entrance, but instead of relief, I was gripped with fear. Something did not feel right. Reaching down, I felt between my labia lips and touched a tiny foot.
I hollered in fear.. tensing my body to fight the urge to push. The babe is coming out wrong, it was breech! I felt powerless to stop the descent, and my body had a mind of its own. Inexplicably, the bulk of my next baby inched down my birth canal. I felt my body bearing down against my wishes and the pain and pressure escalated in my pelvis. I felt the wrenching grind and crush as the posterior of the out coming babe slammed against my hips. I was almost mindless with the agony, screaming and writhing in the bed.
In an instant, my squalling girl was whisked out from my arms and I was hoisted into a semi-reclined position. My thighs were wrenched wide and apart by two competent nurses as my gyne hollered for me to push. I was urged to bear down, I grunted and did likewise. The pain was unparalleled to anything I ever felt. The birthing pains of my daughter just moments ago was nothing compared to the brine and fire between my loins. I was breathless with pain and could only whimper. My sensitive throbbing privates felt like it was seared by a red-hot knife. I could feel every inch of the descend of my second babe, its thighs, hips and torso. In another burst of fluids and blood, the shoulders and arms emerged heavily from my body. Then came the nightmare..
I could feel the babe protruding out of me, squirming and twitching, as it protested the ignobility of its predicament. With the head still lodged behind my vagina, it was trapped. I felt like I had been split apart, torn into two, gasping at the tremendous pressure trapped between my legs. I was suspended in a limbo waiting for the next wave of pain to continue to extricate the babe from my body.
As the pressure started to build up in my belly, under the instruction of my gyne, I pulled myself upright with the aid of a bar, all the time with my babe hanging out of me. My thighs stretched impossibly at my two sides and my huge belly hung out and low between them. Then, drawing deep for the last ounce of strength, I pushed and heaved. I desperately needed to get my babe out. My animalistic scream reverberated in the birthing room as my babe’s head inched slowly and painfully out from my sex. I was stretched to the utmost and fire burned in my loins. At long last, the babe fell heavily into my gyne’s ready hands, red and arms flailing, a boy.
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Epilogue .. .. ..
His cock was snug and satiated inside me, occasionally twitching as his arms slid along my back. He pulled me tighter around his lap, his tongue still busy suckling on my milk-laden breasts. It has been six months since our babes’ birth, but I was still producing copious amounts of milk although the children have begun their weaning to solids. It did not help that their daddy was just as ravenous to feed off me nightly.
If his belly kink during my pregnancy was arousing and hot, his breast kink was insatiable. Now, the mere whiff of the scent of milk would set him off. While I struggled with new-found motherhood, he took parenting like a fish to water. He was unfazed by the incessant diaper changing and 4-hourly feeding schedules. All the child-caring chores did not break his rhythm or dampen his sex drive. Instead, breast feeding our kids only serve to tigger his sexual appetite. We had been going at it for months ever since the gyn gave the green light 6 weeks postpartum. We’ve had hot mind-blowing unprotected sex almost daily.
Will the lightning ever strike the same spot twice?