Lelani Visits Her Parents

Two weeks had passed. Yet it seemed like two months. I was officially almost nine weeks pregnant. I had gotten used to the idea. After all, I was thirty. The thing I had looming over my head was the drive to Fort Myers for the holidays. I wasn’t showing, but at some point, I would be and I needed to tell my parents.

How? Why was I scared? I’m grown, I thought. But my mother tended to blow things way out of proportion. I could say I was artificially inseminated. That might go over well…hmmm.

Thursday, November 25th, I drove. I had in the back seat a bunch of gifts. I planned to give all presents early because I wanted to be gone for Christmas on vacation, somewhere warmer than Tampa, Cozumel, Bahamas, anywhere. I needed to take my mind off my pain.

The closer I got to my parent’s house, the more nauseous I felt. Probably because I knew I planned on lying. I had practiced it over in my head. “I’m pregnant!” I said with excitement, my voice cracked.

That was way too high and shrieky, I said it again, calmer, but with enthusiasm, “I’m pregnant. Decided to get artificially inseminated.”

I imagined my mother passing out. I’m telling you, she’s was a mess, “Oh God, why is my daughter like this? Why can’t you just do it the normal way?”

I’d counter with, “I’m not getting any younger. Maybe one day I’ll marry, but right now, I just want a child. Your grandchild.”

Hopefully, the idea of having a baby to spoil would soften her. My dad would be okay. He was more reasonable. I pulled into the driveway. I parked next to my younger brother Noa’s car. I sighed. He was the normal one. The one that played by the rules. He was married and planning to have children within the next two years after he got his investment firm running smoothly.

I got out of the car, I heard my name, “Lelani!” My mother Edena ran over to me, “My beautiful daughter, “Did you bring a boyfriend, perhaps?”

I chuckled, “No just me, sort of, and gifts.”

She eyed me suspiciously, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, why would anything be wrong?”

Her eyes squinted, and my dad and brother walked out, “Look who’s here,” said my father, Joseph. He hugged me tightly.

“So good to see you dad.”

Noa smiled, “Big sis,” he hugged me, “You look vibrant, what’s your secret?”

I chuckled, “Just living that good life I suppose.” I looked vibrant. I heard that pregnant women have a certain glow.

They all looked at me. I smiled.

“Well, we can stand out here all day or go inside and eat,” said my father with glee. We followed him indoors. I saw my brother’s wife Chantel. My brother loved him some black women. Chantel was this pretty butter pecan-colored woman from California. They met when he went to college.

“Hey sis, how are you?” I said to her as I walked over and hugged her. She looked as if she was bursting at the seams as she looked into my eyes.

“I’m well. Look at you. You look amazing, skin just glowing.”

“Oh you know, skincare on fleek.”

“Yaaassss!”

Noa stood next to her, “So now that you’re finally here, there’s something Chantel and I wanted to ask you.”

My eyes widened in anticipation. My parents stood by and watched with the same level of anticipation, “Would you be the godmother to our child?” Noa said with a huge smile and an even larger amount of pride.

“You’re pregnant!” my mother squealed, “Finally, I’ll get to be a grandmother.” She hugged Chantel and then my brother. My father shook Noa’s hand, “Congratulations son, so happy for you two.”

Noa stared at me, “So, what do you say, sis?”

“Of course. Yes.”

He hugged me, “Thank you, this means a lot to us.”

That pretty much put a damper on me springing the news that I was pregnant. I didn’t want to take away from their joyous occasion with news of my pregnancy. Especially since mine was done in a rather non-traditional manner.

Later that night, I lay in my old bed, I stared at the walls. I thought about Mario. Our trip to Orlando. I heard his voice, “I love you.” Those words were sweet as honey. Yet lying in bed with tears forming in my eyes, they felt like venom.

Then there was Richard. I cared about him, but I just didn’t know. He was fucking his ex-wife again? That didn’t make sense. He had told me that the last three years of his marriage were sexless. He could count the number of times they were together on one hand. He said he never wanted to cheat on her, so eventually he asked for a divorce.

He was a good honorable man. Yet, I still had issues floating around my head. The fact that I had fallen for Mario, I was pregnant with his child and how would my family take a relationship with an older white man. I sighed.

I was sad. I was horny as fuck. It was something about those pregnancy hormones that sent my sex drive into overdrive. I swear I was masturbating every day. Suddenly, I had the urge. I was mad at Mario. I refused to imagine him while touching myself. I allowed my mind to focus on Richard.

I got up went to the closet and pulled my new toy out of my bag. Ladies this thing, the red rose flower toy will finish you in thirty seconds and have the sheets wet. I got in bed under the covers without any panties. I turned it on and heard it hum. Just hearing the sound of it got me excited. My nipples were hard and my pussy pulsated as I inserted that red wand into my opening. The way it massaged my walls caused me to moan softly.

I thought about how Richard would push his cock into me and hold it, looking into my eyes. He practiced tantric sex, which was one of the reasons he could go so long. It would drive me insane. I wanted him on me and inside of me.

As the wand massaged my cunt, the rose attachment had a small suction that stimulated my clit. “Ummmm, yes, fuck yes,” I moaned softly. I was close to popping. And when I finally did, I passed out. It was all I needed to get some good rest.