A Woman's Worries

It wasn't the first time she come to our house, remembering that woman, Aya, was my mother's best friend since high school. She had this infectious laugh and a way of moving that made it impossible not to watch her. Today she was wearing a tight, sweaters that clung to her curves like a second skin, and her eyes sparkled like the diamond earrings she always wore.

Her perfume filled the air with a sweet, floral scent that was uniquely hers. It was a scent I had grown to associate with comfort and familiarity, but today, something was different. As she leaned over to pick up a book she had dropped, the fabric of her sweater stretched over her chest, revealing the slightest hint of her lacy bra. A wave of something unfamiliar washed over me. I felt a stirring in my loins, something that I had only felt in the privacy of my room with my hand wrapped around my thick, throbbing cock.

The moment lingered for what felt like an eternity, and as I stared, her eyes caught mine. A blush crept up her neck and painted her cheeks a deep crimson. She quickly straightened up, and our eyes locked for a beat too long. It was then that I realized she had noticed my gaze. The air grew thick with tension, and my heart hammered in my chest. I felt like a predator who had been caught eyeing its prey, and for a moment, I was afraid she would be disgusted or angry.

Today, my parents was go to work, both of them. I left alone in the house with Aya. She was sitting on the couch, her legs crossed, and the hem of her skirt riding up, revealing the tops of her stockings. The sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over her, making her look like a goddess. The way her hair cascaded over her shoulders was like a waterfall of chocolate silk, and the swell of her breasts was impossible to ignore. I tried to focus on the TV, but my mind kept drifting back to the sight of her in that tight sweater from earlier.

"Hey, can i ask you something ?." she ask me sudden, her voice a little shaky. I swallowed hard, trying to push down the bulge in my pants that was growing more and more noticeable by the second.

"Sure, what's up ?." while approach her casually, I try to keep my eyes on her face, not wanting to betray the carnality of my thoughts. But my eyes keep darting down, tracing the line of her neck down to the swell of her cleavage. Aya bit her lower lip, her eyes searched mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of something unspoken.

"I've been trying to get pregnant for a while now," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "But my husband... well, let's just say he's not exactly... up to the task." Her cheeks flushed deeper, and she averted her gaze. My heart skipped a beat. The implication was clear, and the blood rushed to my cock, thickening it even more.

"Well, he's pretty bussy man." I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Maybe you need someone... more reliable." The room was silent, except for the faint hum of the fridge and the sound of my own breathing. I could feel the weight of her gaze on me, and I knew she was considering my words.

"I never thought I'd say this to anyone," she whispered, looking up at me with a mix of desperation and hope in her eyes. "But I think... I think maybe you could help me." She paused, her voice cracking with emotion. "You're young, strong, and... well, from what I've heard, you're more than capable."

"So, you want me to. . ." I trailed off, my voice thick with anticipation. The room was charged with a sexual tension so potent it was like a living entity in the air between us. Aya nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. "Fuck you, and maybe get you pregnant?"

"Yes," she breathed, her voice trembling with desire. "I need this, and I trust you."

"Well, this more like cheating for me but. . ." I began, trying to sound casual, but my voice cracked with excitement. "I guess I can give it a shot." A smoldering fire ignited in Aya's eyes, and she leaned in closer, her breath hot on my neck.

"Are you really want me to do this ?." asking her with unsure tone, my eyes searching hers for any hint of doubt or reservation. Aya took a deep breath, and her chest heaved, pushing her breasts against the confines of her sweater.

"I'm more than just your mother's best friend, I'm a woman with needs too," she replied, her voice firm and filled with a newfound assertiveness. "And if it's with you, I know it will be... amazing."

"If you say so, let's bring this to my room." while hold her hand and lead her to my bedroom, my heart racing faster than a cheetah on the savanna. Aya's hand felt warm and soft in mine, sending electric currents shooting up my arm and straight to my cock, which was now so hard it was painful. As we approached the bedroom, she leaned into me, her full breasts pressing against my chest, and whispered, "Thank you."

Once we were in the room, Aya took a deep breath, then turned to face me. She reached behind her neck and began to untangle the knot of her sweater, her eyes never leaving mine. With a swift motion, she pulled it over her head, revealing her luscious, lace-covered breasts. They spilled out of the bra, heavy and ripe, begging to be touched. Her skin was like silk under my fingertips as I traced the edge of the lace, my thumb brushing against the stiff peak of her nipple.

"Wow, Aya, you're so beautiful," I murmured, my voice husky with lust as I took in the sight of her. She smiles shyly, her cheeks flushing a deeper red as she unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts swayed slightly with the movement, and I couldn't resist cupping them in my hands, feeling their weight and warmth.

I really can't hold it back anymore so cupped both of her breast, feeling the softness of them in my palms. She moaned softly, arching her back to press herself closer to me. Her nipples were hard and sensitive, poking through the lace like little erasers, begging to be pinched and played with.

"Sorry cause your first time is with a mature like me," Aya whispered, her eyes fluttering shut as I massaged her breasts with a gentle firmness that made her whimper.

"Don't worry, Aya," I assured her, leaning down to kiss the side of her neck, my teeth grazing the soft skin there. "This is what I want too."

Her eyes snapped open at my words, and she reached for my belt, her hands trembling slightly. I could see the desire in her gaze, and it only made me harder. I stepped back, my cock straining against my jeans, and watched as she knelt before me. Her fingers fumbled with the buckle for a moment before she managed to free my monster cock.

It sprang forth, thick and heavy, and Aya gasped when she saw it. She looked up at me, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and hunger. Her soft, pink tongue darted out to lick her lips, and she leaned in to take me in her mouth. The feeling was indescribable, her warm, wet mouth enveloping my cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. I groaned, my hands finding their way into her hair as she began to bob her head up and down, taking more and more of me with each stroke.

I could feel the pressure building in my balls, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was ready to explode. But I had to hold back. This was about more than just my pleasure; it was about giving Aya what she needed. With a tremendous amount of willpower, I gently pushed her away, her lips making a popping sound as they released my shaft.

"Not yet," I murmured, stepping out of my pants. "First, I need to make sure you're ready for me."

Her eyes were glazed over with lust as I approached the bed, and she laid back, her legs parting to reveal her wet, swollen pussy. The scent of her arousal filled the room, making my cock throb even more. I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself between her legs. I leaned down to kiss her, and she met me with a fervor that matched my own. Her tongue danced with mine, and I could feel her body writhing beneath me, **** for more.

I trailed kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, and down to her breasts, teasing each nipple with my teeth before suckling on them. She arched her back, her nails digging into my shoulders, urging me to take more of her. I moved lower, my tongue tracing the soft skin of her stomach until it reached the apex of her thighs.

The moment my tongue touched her clit, Aya's body convulsed with pleasure. She bucked her hips up to meet my mouth, her moans growing louder and more insistent. I licked and sucked, exploring her folds with the enthusiasm of a man who had been starved of the sweet nectar of a woman's body for too long. Her legs quivered, and I knew she was close to the edge. I slid two fingers inside her, feeling her tighten around me, and her moans grew more frantic.

"Oh, fuck, yes, don't stop," she panted, her hands tangling in my hair as she held me in place. "I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum..."

And with that, she did, her body shaking with the **** of her orgasm, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she rode the wave of pleasure. I lapped up her juices, savoring the taste of her, as she came down from her peak.

Finally, when she had caught her breath, I pulled back and positioned my cock at her entrance. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with need and trust. With one swift motion, I pushed into her, her tight pussy enveloping me like a warm, velvet glove. She gasped, her nails digging into the bed sheets, as I began to pump into her, my hips moving with a rhythm that was as old as time itself.

Her walls tightened around me, and I could feel her pussy rippling with the beginnings of another orgasm. I reached down to stroke her clit with my thumb, and she screamed my name as she came again, her body spasming beneath me.

The sensation was too much, and I lost control, my cock pumping into her with all the strength of my youthful lust. I could feel the warmth of her juices coating me, her pussy clenching around me like a vise. And as I reached my climax, I knew that this moment would change us forever.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper as I emptied my seed into her, the warmth of my cum mixing with the slickness of her desire. It was a feeling of pure, carnally driven need, and as I collapsed onto her, my breath coming in ragged gasps, I knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

Our bodies remained intertwined for what felt like hours, our breathing slowly returning to normal. Her eyes searched mine, a silent question hanging in the air.

"Did we do the right thing?" she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and fear.

"If this isn't right, I don't know what is," I murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You're going to be a great mother."

A soft smile played on her lips, and she leaned up to kiss me, her tongue sliding against mine with a familiarity that sent shivers down my spine. Our kiss grew more passionate, our tongues dancing together in a rhythm that echoed our recent lovemaking.

As we pulled apart, she rolled onto her side, her hand coming to rest on my chest, tracing the muscles there with feather-light touches. I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her close, feeling the softness of her skin against mine. We lay there, basking in the afterglow of our shared intimacy, the only sound the steady thump of our hearts.

Her eyes grew heavy with sleep, and I knew she was getting tired. I didn't want this moment to end, but I also didn't want her to miss out on the rest she needed.

"Why don't you take a nap?" I suggested, my voice low and soothing. "I'll be here when you wake up."

Aya nodded, snuggling closer to me, her hand sliding down to cup my still-hard cock. "Thank you," she murmured, her eyes closing as she drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

I watched her sleep, her chest rising and falling with each breath, my mind racing with thoughts of what this could mean for us. Was this a one-time thing, or was it the start of something more?

The scent of our passion lingered in the air, a potent reminder of what we had just shared. I knew that no matter what the future held, I would never forget this moment, the moment when I claimed her as mine, the moment she entrusted me with the creation of a new life.

As her breathing grew deep and even, I reached down to stroke my cock, feeling the last vestiges of my orgasm fading away. The thought of her swollen with my child was intoxicating, and I couldn't resist the urge to slip back inside her, to keep her filled with my cum, to increase the chances of conception.

Gently, I rolled her onto her back and positioned myself between her legs once more. She stirred, but didn't wake, a soft smile playing on her lips as I pushed back into her welcoming heat. Her body was made for this, made to be filled and pleasured by a man like me.

With each stroke, I whispered sweet nothings into her ear, promising her that I would be there for her, that I would protect her and our unborn child. The room was a cocoon of passion and promise, and as I watched the rise and fall of her chest, I knew that nothing would ever feel as right as this did.

Our bodies moved together, a silent symphony of need and want, and as I felt myself reaching the peak once more, I knew that I had made the right choice. This was what I was meant to do, to give her what she needed, to fill her with the life that she so desperately craved.

With a final, guttural groan, I came again, my seed spilling into her with the **** of a dam breaking. I collapsed onto her, our hearts beating as one, our bodies slick with the evidence of our love.

Day by days, i keep creampied and fucked her when she came to my house secretly or when she called me to come to her house when her husband wasn't around. Aya's pussy had become my personal playground, and I was her devoted stud, eager to satisfy her every need and desire. She had taught me things that no porn video could ever show, the art of pleasuring a woman, the subtle cues of her body, the sweet sounds of her climax.

One such afternoon, Aya lay on her bed, her legs spread wide, her pussy glistening with the wetness of her desire. She had called me over, her voice husky with need, and I had come running, my cock already hard in anticipation of her welcoming warmth. She was wearing a sheer nightie that barely covered her luscious body, and the sight of her made my mouth water.

I began by kissing her neck, my teeth grazing her sensitive skin as she moaned softly, arching her back to give me better access. I could feel her heart racing beneath my lips, and I knew she was already close to the edge. I slid my hand up her thigh, the fabric of her nightie whispering against her skin, until I reached the dampness between her legs. She gasped when I touched her, her pussy already swollen and begging for attention.

I slid a finger into her, feeling her tighten around me as I began to pump in and out, her juices coating my hand. She bucked her hips, urging me to go deeper, faster, harder, her nails digging into the flesh of my shoulders. I added another finger, and she cried out, her body trembling with the **** of her need.

With a growl, I pulled her nightie aside and buried my face between her legs, my tongue flicking at her clit while my fingers continued to fuck her. Her musky scent filled the room, and I breathed her in, savoring the taste of her on my tongue. Aya's moans grew louder, more ****, and I knew she was close. I sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue as I added a third finger, stretching her tight pussy even more.

Her orgasm hit her like a wave, her body convulsing as she came, her pussy spasming around my fingers. I didn't stop, though, my mouth and hand working in tandem to milk every drop of pleasure from her body. Her legs tightened around my head, and she pulled me closer, her hips grinding against my face as she rode the crest of her climax.

When she finally relaxed, panting and spent, I pulled away, my face glistening with her juices. She looked down at me, her eyes hazy with pleasure, and whispered, "I need you inside me now."

Without a word, I climbed up her body, my cock standing tall and proud. I lined it up with her soaking wet hole and pushed in, inch by delicious inch, until I was buried to the hilt. She gasped, her eyes going wide with the sensation of being so completely filled.

Our hips began to move in a slow, steady rhythm, the slap of our bodies echoing in the quiet room. Aya's breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and pink, and I couldn't resist leaning down to take one into my mouth, sucking and teasing it until she was moaning again.

Her nails scraped down my back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, and I picked up the pace, my cock sliding in and out of her with increasing speed. She was so wet, so tight, and every stroke was pure ecstasy. I could feel the tension building in my balls, the urge to fill her up with my cum growing stronger with each passing second.

As I pounded into her, I reached between us and began to rub her clit with my thumb, the combination of my cock and my hand driving her closer and closer to the edge. Her moans grew louder, more frantic, and I knew she was almost there.

With a final, **** thrust, I felt her pussy clamp down around me, her orgasm ripping through her body like a bolt of lightning. I let go, my cock spurting hot, sticky cum deep inside her, filling her up as I claimed her once again.

We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat, our breathing ragged. I could feel her pulse racing where our skin met, and her pussy still quivered around my cock. We lay there, our limbs tangled together, for a few moments, lost in the aftermath of our passion.

"Again," she begged, her voice a needy whine that went straight to my cock. It was still hard, still eager for more of her. I pulled out of her, watching as my cum began to leak out of her pussy. It was a sight that never failed to make me want to bury myself in her again and again.

I rolled her onto her stomach, her ass in the air, and slapped it firmly, watching it jiggle. Aya let out a startled yelp, followed by a moan of pleasure. I spread her legs wider, admiring the view of her wet, pink pussy. Then, I slammed back into her, the **** pushing her into the mattress. She moaned, her body already primed for another round.

I gripped her hips tightly, pulling her back onto me as I thrust deep. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, punctuated by our grunts and gasps. Her pussy was tight, but it stretched to accommodate me, the walls fluttering around me in a way that made me feel like the king of the world.

With every thrust, I felt like I was going deeper, reaching new depths of pleasure within her. She pushed back against me, urging me on, her moans growing louder and more ****. I knew she was close again, her body tensing with the promise of another orgasm.

My hand found its way to her clit, rubbing it in tight circles as I fucked her from behind. She bucked her hips, her moans turning to screams as she came again, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vice. It was all I could take, and with a roar of pure animal lust, I emptied myself into her once more.

We lay there, panting and spent, my cock still buried inside her. I didn't want to pull out, didn't want this moment to end. But I knew we had to be careful. We had a mission, and we couldn't get carried away.

Slowly, I withdrew, and we both sat up, our bodies sticky and sated. She looked at me, her eyes filled with something I hadn't seen before. It was more than just lust, more than just friendship. It was a connection, a bond that went beyond the physical.

We cleaned up, both of us lost in thought. The reality of what we were doing was starting to sink in, but we didn't talk about it. We didn't need to. The proof was right there, sticky and real on our bodies.

After a few minutes, she looked at me with a small smile. "Thank you," she said, her voice quiet and sincere. "Thank you for doing this for me."

"It's nothing," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. But the truth was, it was everything. It was a moment of pure, unbridled passion that had changed the course of both our lives. And as we lay there, our bodies cooling and the sun setting outside, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for us.

But for now, all that mattered was the here and now, the feeling of her warmth around me, the sweet scent of her arousal mingling with the musk of our lovemaking. It was a moment that would live in infamy, a secret that we would carry with us forever.

As the night grew darker, we fell asleep in each other's arms, our bodies entwined in a silent promise. The promise of a future filled with love, passion, and the child we were trying to create together.

After a few month, she sent me a photo of a test pack showing a positive result, she was pregnant. We both felt a mix of excitement and fear. What would my mother think? What would her husband do if he found out? The reality of our actions hit us like a ton of bricks, but the love we had developed for each other was stronger than any fear.

She call me to say thank you and promised to keep this from her husband. We both knew we had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. Aya's belly grew week by week, a constant reminder of our secret love affair. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and protectiveness towards her, and she glowed with a happiness that seemed to light up the room whenever she was around.