Epilogue: part 1 Mom

You are roused by the heavy feeling of a man laying on top of you. Barely awake you moan as a pair of fingers push inside your sex, the other hand gently caresses your breast while soft lips kiss at throat. Your legs part more instinctively. Your moist pussy exposed invitingly. The fingers are exchanged for something bigger. You moan and shiver as the familiar feeling of his cock enters you. Your arms wrap around him, pulling him tight. His warm skin against yours feel so nice. His cock slides easily inside you. You moan of pleasure doesn’t stop until he is all the way inside you. You giggle as his beard tickles your face. Then he fucks you. His hard cock pulling back inside your soft warm hole. Then his body slams back, shoving his wonderful dick inside your sensitive pussy. All you can do is hold on and try to keep your voice down. You love every second of it. Finaly he buries his member deep inside you one final time. You feel the familiar twitch before he pumps his morning load of virile seed deep inside you. You orgasm, feeling blissful pleasure the moment the first spurt of cum enters you.

“Good morning.” Alex greets you softly as he pulls out.

“Good morning.” You respond tenderly. You hold each other for a bit. Enjoying this brief moment of intimacy at the start of the day just a little longer. Then as he goes soft you **** him to roll of you. You both smile lovingly at each other as you leave for the bathroom. You both love starting your day like this. With a nice creampie. Silently in your head you wish that this one will take.

You wash yourself quickly and brush your hair before getting dressed. A pair of short shorts and a t-shirt is all that is required in the sweltering June heat. Your lazy husband is barely out of bed when you are done. You blow him a kiss before exiting your bedroom.

Most parents would be in awe of what you manage to do next. In a manner of minutes you get your children out of bed. You wash them, change their diapers, dress them, locate their favourit toys. Calmly with minimal fuss you get them ready for the day and seated at the breakfast table. You are like the perfect storm of motherhood, sweeping through your house like a maternal superhero. Ending with your family happily eating their breakfast.

You are 21 years old. In the three years of time you have been a woman you have given birth three times to three beautiful children. John of course who despite his young age is a loving big brother to his siblings. After him came your daughter Alice who at the moment love anything pink and horse related. Lastly little Max who is your sweet shy little baby. You would think that the trauma of your first birth would have discouraged you. But the two times after that was far from nightmarish. Rather despite the pain giving birth has been an empowering experience for you. Making you feel like a strong and capable woman each time.

Once your family have finished the first part of breakfast you leave the table in your husbands hands and move your children to the living room. Sitting comfortably on the couch you breastfeed them while they enjoy their cartoons. As your two oldest finish their breakfast they start arguing about the gender of their next sibling. Alice demanding a sister while John insists on another brother. You manage to calm down the argument just in time before your daughter burst into tears. Though neither of them accept that you and daddy can’t chose if the next baby is going to be a boy or a girl. You feel a warm tingling feeling in your gut knowing that your children seem to assume that you will continue to give them more siblings. In their eyes you are mom and mom make babies.

Your two oldest perk up as they hear the sound of car wheels on the driveway. On the signal of two honks on the car horn they scream in unison. “Auntie Gwen!” before rushing to the front door. You pick up little Max who is sleepy after his meal and go to join your children in greeting your sister.

Gwen has fully adopted the “cool aunt” persona, masterfully dodging your daughters questioning her why she isn’t a mommy. Although your dear sister has been getting a little flirty with Alex. He pretends that she doesn’t, and you shot her angry looks when she tries. You pack your children into your sister’s car. Make sure probably ten times that they haven’t forgotten anything, that your sister knows full well your children’s schedule and what to do in every possible and a few impossible situations. Finally you kiss your children goodbye and tell them to have fun at grandma and grandpas house. Alice and Johnare besides themselves with excitement about spending the weekend with your parents and aunt Gwen. Your sweet little Max on the other hand has fallen asleep in his baby seat.

You stay on your porch and wave as your children drive off. Alex keeping a reassuring arm around your waist. You are already worried about them. You can’t help it, they are your babies after all. Even though you know they are safe with your parents and sister. That your in-laws are just down the street. That they are just a short drive away.

Alex senses your worry and as soon as the car turns out of sight he pulls you into his strong arms and kiss you. You kiss him back, allowing your tongues to wrestle in each other’s mouth. It calms you down. Your kids are in safe hands and you can spend the weekend with your husband as planned.