Ellen touched her big belly and said: "It should be only about three weeks from now." She felt her son's fingers caressing her hair. She knew she was more beautiful to him now than ever before.
He said: "It's all right. Dad won't notice anything." He had hardened again, so he was offering his penis for his mother, and his child's mother, to suckle on.
Ellen naturally accepted it, and her pouty and moist lips started their work again for their common goal. Warm and tender slurping sounds echoed in the bathroom as the beautiful pregnant woman's head kept moving in the natural rhythm of life until her cheeks suddenly bulged when the boy powerfully came again for their baby's sake.
A shout came from outside, although luckily not right beside the door: "Where are you, honey?"
Eric quickly reached to turn on the shower, and Ellen shouted: "I'm in the shower!"
"Okay, come down when you're done!" her husband and his father said.
Ellen looked up at her son with big eyes as she gently brushed his fingers through her hair and said: "We have to do it once more, mom. We just have to take the risk. Our child is more important."
She knew he was right. He couldn't empty his testicles in less than three goes, and they had only had the time for two. The baby in her belly needed more of his warmth. She nodded and agreed with her son and her baby's father: "I know."
Despite the situation, they knew they couldn't rush it. When Eric indicated he was ready, Ellen started blowing him, gently and lovingly, like only someone who was both his mother and his child's mother could do.
Eric could only sigh, and the shower kept running. It was taking a long time, because mom knew that only slow enough performance could make him shoot everything.
Ellen kept glancing up at her son with big pleading eyes, hoping he would shoot soon. Her husband would start to wonder sooner or later, but it all went fine in the end. When their adoring gazes connected once again, Eric's hips shuddered with a thunderous orgasm which made his knees buckle. Ellen had to slurp several times when thick white goo was about to dribble out from the corner of her mouth. The spurts were so powerful and there was just so much of it. It would be very healthy for the baby.
After kissing Eric's balls for a quick thank you, Ellen opened the door and peeked out. Her husband had indeed stayed downstairs, so she hushed Eric out of the bathroom and stepped into the shower for a few seconds so her hair would be wet. He didn't even comment about the long shower in the end, so their fears had been unnecessary.
The day Ellen had given birth she had been sitting on the couch with her legs wide because her belly was so heavy. She had made an excuse for her husband to leave and go buy some food she said she craved. Although he would not have wanted to be away from his pregnant wife's side, he could hardly refuse her either, so he had gone.
Eric was looking at her with the proud gaze of a soon to be young father in his eyes., and his hands were tightly gripping his mother's hair.
Ellen could feel her son's warm, hairy and sweaty balls hanging against her chin, and it gave her a tender feeling of closeness. Eric was thrusting his hips against her face and groaning as he was ramming the erection into her throat which felt like tight vibrations around it. Ellen was holding her thumbs and trying to avoid gagging too much.
The boy was groaning hard, and soon he shot his slime right down his mother's and new child's mother's throat, causing her to make a loud gurgling and gagging sound.
Ellen jerked a few times, but she managed to take it all, and soon Eric pulled his softening penis out and touched her cheek gently.
He wondered with a worried voice: "Are you sure you want to continue it like this, mom? You didn't seem to like it as much as usual."
Ellen licked her lips to give them more moisture and said to the boy: "This is at least a little faster. Your father can come back at any time, you know that."
"All right, mom," Eric said, and after a while he brought his erection back to his mother's lips.
They were working together again. Ellen was trying to relax her throat as much as possible, and her son was thrusting patiently and rhythmically. They knew the importance of this situation, and managed to bring it to the finish once again. Ellen didn't even gag as bad as she had the first time when the warm goo from her child's testicles shot into her throat.
"Once more," she said, looking at her son with determination in her pretty and dark eyes.
"I know, mom," Eric said, caressing her hair. When he was ready he took a tight grip of it and entered her warm mouth again. It took longer this time, and Eric had to thrust hard and fast. Ellen had to usher him on with her tender gaze when he almost stopped because of her gagging, but finally he slammed so hard her nose sank into his pubic hair and fired his balls completely dry, despite her struggling and the desperate sounds she was making.
That was good, because immediately when he pulled out, they could hear the front door opening. Eric quickly zipped up his pants. Ellen's hair was very messy, but she was about to give birth, so dad probably wouldn't notice it among all other things.
Just when her husband returned, Ellen felt her stomach and said to him: "We have to rush to the hospital immediately!"
"Can I come too?" the actual young father of the child shyly asked, his eyes lingering on the beautiful mother.
His father seemed to think about it for a while, but it did not seem that weird. "Sure," he said, and they all left to have a long and happy life together.
