Paul and I had been together for seven years. I was 30, he was 32. We'd both been fairly wild when younger, and when we got together it was just the same. We had a good sex life, faithful, and pretty regular. Until I got pregnant. It wasn't planned, but Paul was earning enough for me to stop working, we had a nice house, and we were both happy with it. When I first told him, we made love all night we were so happy. But that was the end of that. He just didn't seem to be interested anymore. Sure, we kissed, and he was loving, but whenever I tried to start something, he would be tired, or have a long day tomorrow. It was like he didn't see me as a sexual being anymore, just a mother. Well, after five months, I was climbing the walls. Ann Summers had taken a large chunk of my credit cards and that was all that got me through sometimes! Then along came Andrew. He was Pauls younger brother. 19, and good looking, if a little shy. He was always round our house, as he had a car in the garage that he and Paul were working on.
Well, one afternoon he came into the kitchen, I was washing clothes and avoiding paperwork in my casuals. We chatted briefly about minor things, when I noticed the bulge in his jeans. He was rather obviously sneaking looks at my top, and liking what he saw. In the last few months, I had bloomed from a pert 34c to a lovely 36dd. It took some getting used to, and I still hadn't got the hang of covering up properly, especially in the house. My top was low cut, and my full breasts strained in my bra. Andy could see the edges of my swollen nipples, and was swollen himself!
"Whats this then?" I said, teasingly. "Ogling your brothers girlfriend?"
"I didn't mean to, I'm sor-"
I found his innocence amusing, and playfully reached out to grab his crotch. As my hand got there it was my turn to be surprised. He was rock hard, and nicely sized. All of a sudden, months of pent-up lust got the better of me, and I looked him straight in the eye.
"Do you want me to do anything about that?"
