Epilogue

“Hey Aaron! I’ve missed the feel of your cum squirting inside me so much, I can hardly wait to see you again,” Samantha said into the phone. “I pretend when James is screwing me, but it’s really just barely enough to keep me from going crazy. Anyway, we’re going to get in about ten Wednesday night. We don’t have to be at the Thanksgiving meal until half past noon. So you should have about twelve hours to try to knock me up. You better have plenty of baby juice saved up for me!”

“Oh baby, I’m so hard for you right now! It’s not going to be easy to keep control of my cock over the next few days knowing that I’m going to get another chance to knock you up!”

“You had better succeed. I’m so jealous of mom! Her boobs have grown so much since you visited this summer. She wanders around the house with these glorious double D tits resting on her beach ball belly. She looks like she’s about to burst. Of course she still doesn’t wear shirts unless she has to. To be fair, I don’t either, but her tits are so much bigger than mine now. I need you to give me some pregnancy boobs so I can catch up. Thankfully, she finally started slowing down in her cravings for sex about a month ago. James almost has enough energy now to keep me satisfied, or at least as satisfied as I can be knowing he’s not going to try to knock me up until after I have your first baby. I know I said I pretend, but imagining he left a potent batch of jizz inside me just isn’t the same as feeling a warm, squishy wad of cum in your pussy. And don’t even get me started on how horny I was until Mom finally started to slow down a little. She mail ordered me three different vibrators, but even though they all get me off, half an hour later I’m craving cock again.”