John's parents

Eventually, we were there. John’s parents lived on a ranch just on the outskirts of town. It had a long drive with trees on either side and a barn for horses with several large grazing fields. There were also a couple of outbuildings where some of the staff lived. As we pulled up the front door and got out John’s mom, and sister were there to greet us. John opened the door for me, and as I got out he introduced me. “Mom, Marie meet my girlfriend Carmen. Carmen this is my mother Silvia, and my sister Marie.” I knew this of course but played the role for now. They greeted me with friendly hugs. I could see them both register the bump under my coat, but both of them were too polite to ask. John’s mother didn’t work. She had been a homemaker. Marie was In college somewhere else, I didn’t really know where. She was a freshman this year, 1 and 1/2 years younger than John. Once we got inside we met his dad John senior, who beamed at me. Clearly pleased that this son had brought home a girl. He and John took our bags and carried them up to John’s room where we would be staying. Once I hug my coat, it was just me and the girls. The tension was too much for me to bear. They obviously wanted to know about the pregnancy, and once we sat down in the living room I couldn’t take it anymore. “Yes I’m pregnant,” I said. “And yes it’s John’s”

Moments later when John and his dad came back there was a flood of hugs, tears, and congratulations.

“I thought we were gonna tell them together?”, said John a little crestfallen that he didn’t get to be there. “I’m so sorry baby, I couldn’t hold it in,” I said feeling a little guilty for not having waited. “I’ll make it up to you later” I whispered in his ear. “Well it wasn’t that much of a surprise,” Marie shoot in.” I mean look at her!” “Well, then I have another surprise,” said John.

The other surprise as you can imagine was the truth about who I really was. This came as more of a shock to everyone, but the initial awkward moments were soon replaced with kind supportive words. “What matters most is that you two are happy.” “Doesn’t surprise me that you made a good couple.” “Must have been more of a shock for your parents of course.” This last one hit home. When we told them they didn’t know yet, everyone was a little lost for words, but we soon had the conversation rolling again. Soon it was like nothing had ever happened and we were talking like one big happy family. Marie was the one that took the most interest in me, she was excited about having a new sister, and even more so about how I was adjusting to life as a woman. It was nice actually to have another woman to talk to about girl things. There were some things that John just didn’t understand. Like how hard it was to find a bra that fits well, and how having big boobs was really uncomfortable for your neck and back. Marie suggested I get a body pillow to give myself better boob support when I sleep, or I would have to start sleeping with a bra. I was originally a D-cup, and from what Marie guessed I would hit at least E maybe an F once the baby was here.

Eventually, we went to bed. We had been driving most of the day, and we were both exhausted. Once we were both under the sheets, John held me in his arms, like he did every night. Gently he placed his hand on my stomach. “I love you so much,” I said. “I love you too.” Gently he kissed me. Slowly our tongues intertwined in our mouths. His hands wandered from my stomach to my back, and he pulled me closer. Then his hand moved down and I felt him squeeze my butt. Firm but not hard. I loved laying in his strong arms. I dug my nails into his back a little. He liked that. I could feel the beating of my heart in rhythm with the blood rushing to my pussy. The heat that came with it. We made out, while his hand moved up and down my body. Gently holding me, and firmly squeezing my butt, thighs, and breasts as they went. Then he moved his fingers up into my hair, he suddenly grabbed it, and I felt my head being pulled back tightly as he kissed my neck. Oh god, that felt good. I never considered myself as one who liked it rough but the power he emanate as he pulled my head like that was so hot. I was like putty in his hands to do with as he pleased. Eventually, he reached down and removed my soaked panties, followed by his boxers. I rolled over on my side with my back to him. He sat up and positioned himself. His strong arms grabbed my leg and lifted it up on his shoulder, exposing my drooling pussy to his rock-hard cock. Gently he pushed inside me, and I squealed in pleasure trying to keep quiet so no one would hear us. As he kept pounding me that was becoming more and more difficult, and soon I was panting like the bitch in heat that I was. “Ohhh your pussy is so fucking good” he grunted. I smiled. “Spank me,” I asked. He kept pounding and gave my ass an experimental smack. “Harder” I pleaded. He did it again, a little harder now. “Harder”. I begged. He didn’t hold back, and a loud smack filled the room. Oh my god, that felt good. “Yes,” I squealed. He did it again. “YES!” Ohh good I came so hard. He had sped up his thrusts. “You are so hot! I fucking love your tight pussy.” I just smiled, orgasm still washing over me with each thrust. “Tell me how much you love it,” he said. “I fucking love it!” I moaned. “Yeah, your my naughty girl aren’t you?” The words made me melt, I was his girl. “Yes, I’m your naughty girl, who needs your cock.” “Ohh, fuck yes” I felt him getting closer. “I'm gonna fill your little pussy with my cum” “Yes, Yes, fill my pussy. It’s only for you. Your cock owns my pussy.” He grunted, and pushed deep inside me, as streams of his hot cum shoot from his cock.

In the afterglow of sex, he said “I liked that!” “Me too,” I said. “I love it when you take charge like that. When you hold me with your strong hands.” He smiled at me. “I love being yours.” He chuckled. “You will always be mine. I own your pussy” he winked. I smiled, as the warm feelings of being his were flowing through me.