Saturday

When I woke up on Saturday I could hardly believe the size of my belly. It was huge! It scared me a little to think that this was still not the end. I would keep growing until at least mid-day Sunday, and could not imagine getting any bigger than I already was. I heaved myself out of bed and rummaged around for a while to find something to wear. Even my guy clothes were getting tight now. In the end, I had to borrow a shirt from John. He was a little taller and more wide-shouldered than me, so his shirts fit a little better.

John was home all day but needed to catch up on his studies. I didn’t mind much though because I felt exhausted. It was no joke carrying around all this extra weight. I spent most of the day half asleep on the couch, only getting up to go to the bathroom. And I did that a lot… When John finally was done with his school work it was late in the evening. “I'm starving”, he said as he sat down on the sofa next to me. “Oh sorry”, I said almost instinctively. “I have just been so tired today that I haven’t gotten around to making anything.” “Oh don’t worry about that, I’ll make something.” He went to the kitchen and threw together something fast. Scrambled eggs on toast. Not exactly dinner but it worked. These were strange feelings. I was sorry for not having made him dinner. Not that I felt the women should do that, but more because I felt he took care of me, and I should really take care of him. After dinner, we watched some TV together and just relaxed. On my way back from one of my countless bathroom trips, I saw him checking me out, and adjusting his growing boner. It felt good. I liked that he wanted me and that my body turned him on. Despite my tired and sore body, I wanted to make him feel good. As I came around the couch I sat down on my knees on the floor in front of him. I pulled off the t-shirt and unhooked my bra. He didn’t say anything. He just looked at me, enjoying the show. I leaned forward and unbuckled him. He helped out a little, sliding his pants further down to give me better access. I could see the excitement in his eyes, as he enjoyed my swollen pregnant breasts and belly. I reached in and pulled out his cock. I could feel the heat from my pussy, and the flutter of my heart. Gently I took him in my mouth, rolling my tongue slowly around his smooth tip. This was not the first time I had sucked his cock, and I knew what he liked. Slowly I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft. Lubricating it with my spit as I went. Then I picked up the pace. The unmistakable moans of pleasure from John. With my one free hand, I gently grabbed my tits and played with my nipples. They were tender and sore, but I knew he liked it and I wanted to please him. “Ohh, we gonna have to change soon,” he said. This meant he wanted to change positions to give himself a break, or he was gonna cum. “No,” I shot in while I took a breath. “Are you sure? I'm not gonna be able to last”, he said. “I pulled myself off him but kept stroking him with my hand. “I want you to cum for me,” I said. “Where ever you want. On my belly, my tits, my face, or maybe in my mouth?” I asked still stroking. I took him back in my mouth as he moaned in pleasure. Evaluating his options. Soon I heard him grunt and could feel his cock swelling. “In your mouth,” he said quickly. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”. Squirt after squirt of cum shoot into my mouth. he had never cum in my mouth before. It was warm, and it tasted not at all as terrible as I had feared. Slowly I pulled myself off him, locking my lips around his shaft to keep it all in my mouth. Then as I came off, I swallowed it.