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.”

“Well, if I can’t do the job at Thanksgiving, has your mom thought anything more about letting you stay with me between Christmas and New Year?”

“I had already better be pregnant with your baby by then!” Samantha threatened. “But seriously, they’re planning on coming back in town for Christmas after my new sibling is born. Mom says she’ll leave me at your house for two weeks after they go back to the country. The way mom’s belly is already stretched out, there’s no way she’s making it to the end of December, so I can’t see anything that would keep me from staying with you then. As far as I’m concerned, that’s happening regardless of me already being pregnant. I’m frustrated as fuck, and I’m going to need two weeks of solid sex to get unfrustrated.”

“You know I do have to work some those two weeks.”

“Well, the days you work you’ll just have to pick up take out on the way home so we can eat quickly and then fuck until we collapse in your bed. Think about it, if you somehow fail to put a bun in my oven over Thanksgiving, you’re going to have two whole weeks to do the job properly. The only excuse I’ll accept for not needing a pregnancy test when i get back to the country is if we already know I’m carrying your baby before I arrive! Mom’s already talking about how she wants you to try to knock her up over Valentine’s Day, and I had better be good and pregnant by then! What do you think about that?”