Carla rocked slowly in the chair. The afternoon sun shone through the window onto her swollen belly. She was half asleep.
"Sex with women is so much easier than sex with men," she mused. "Less ego involved."
She was wearing a transparent nightgown, like the one that started all this but maternity size.
"Men get so focused on the Big O. It can be tiring. Women are more about enjoying each other."
Carla understood women brought ego along when they had sex. They just seemed to bring less of it. Or maybe it was because women weren't so focused on their partner having an orgasm. If 'success' was defined as the partner enjoying the experience, instead of the partner having an orgasm, it was much easier to have a 'successful' sexual encounter.
She thought about her friend, Linda, and the neighbor two doors down, Janine. In the first few months of her pregnancy, she had had sex with them. Her desire to eat pussy had been a lingering effect of her compulsion to have a baby. But it hadn't lasted long and petered out with no hard feelings.
"Petered out," she chuckled. "None of us have peters."
In fact, Linda and Janine had met at her house one day when she had gotten play dates mixed up. They had hit it off and were still dating six months later. Janine had confided she was thinking of proposing.
Carla's breasts were swollen and sore. A drop of milk lingered on her nipple before dropping onto her belly.
"I really should put a bra on," she thought. "But I'm too comfortable."
Carla pressed the nightgown to her breasts, absorbing the next drop. Her breasts frequently leaked milk. She often made Robbie drink the milk to get some relief.
"Like I 'made' him drink the milk," she smiled. "He loves drinking my milk. Poor Robbie is going to be disappointed when the baby gets here and he can't do that anymore."
Her son was the father of the baby she carried. They had been having sex for about two weeks when the compulsion struck. The compulsion to get pregnant. She had sex with two men and an 18 year old boy before she realized what was happening.
"Thank heavens that's over." She shifted in the rocker to ease her back. "Thank heavens I didn't go through that horny phase like when I was pregnant with Robbie."
When pregnant with her son, she spent the last four or five months horny as hell. It was frustrating because her husband, now her ex, hadn't wanted to have sex much. He was banging the wife of his business partner.
This time the horny phase only lasted a month or so. Robbie and Joey had easily been up to the task. There hadn't been a need to ask Ed the math teacher or the Principal for a second round of sex.
"Joey is a piece of work," she mused. "I'm glad he and Sue hit it off."
Ungainly, not very attractive, Joey had turned out to be a sweetheart of a guy. She had taught him how to treat women in bed and out. Carla had set him up with a redhead in her class who had a crush on him.
Joey had swept Sue off her feet. Carla was a little surprised to find out he was a one-woman man. At least one woman at a time. As soon as things with Sue got serious, Joey stopped having sex with Carla. He was apologetic but Carla reassured him he was doing the right thing.
Joey went into an apprenticeship program as soon as he graduated high school. In a few more months he would be a certified diesel mechanic. A local trucking company had already offered him a job when he finished the apprenticeship.
Robbie quietly came into the room. He put a cup of tea on the little table by the rocker. He gently rubbed her big stomach and left again.
"In four years, Joey will have a house and a 401(k)," she chuckled, "while Miss Hoity-Toity I'm-better-than-everyone-else Valedictorian will have no job and $300,000 in student debt."
As a teacher, Carla shouldn't have been so snarky. Getting an education was a good thing. But at 35 weeks pregnant, Carla could be a little cranky.
Like many pregnant women, Carla had cravings during her pregnancy. Not pickles and ice cream but anchovy pizza was big in her fourth month and egg rolls in her sixth month. For the past month, Carla had craved her son's cum.
It happened to coincide with her belly getting too big to comfortably have sex. Mom and son used to have sex two or three times a day. Now it was more like once every couple of days if Carla's back didn't hurt too much and she didn't have to pee every ten minutes.
Mom had mostly kept Robbie happy with blow jobs and handjobs. Which meant Carla got to swallow lots of cum.
"It's so delicious," she murmured and patted her stomach.
Carla had also discovered she liked to wear her son's cum. In her hair, on her face, smeared over her tits and pussy, on her stomach. It didn't matter where it was, she liked it.
"I could bathe in his cum."
She pictured herself in a tub full of the white fluid. Holding her breath to slide underneath. Covered, literally, from head to toe with her son's sperm.
She took a sip of tea.
"Robbie's such a good boy," she thought happily. "He'll make a good father."
She had told Robbie he didn't have to be a father to this baby. He should just be a good big brother. Carla didn't want his life to be limited by this one event. She had raised Robbie alone and she could raise this new baby alone.
"Robbie needs to find his own way in life. He shouldn't be stuck here with me and a baby. He should go to college, get a girlfriend, have fun."
Carla fell asleep. She dreamed of a little girl who played soccer in a princess dress and built rocket ships with pink Legos.
Robbie was in the kitchen making a sandwich. His mother was eating for two but he was the one who was always hungry. He was nervous.
"Not much longer until the baby comes," he worried. "I hope I don't panic when that happens. Fathers always panic. At least on TV."
Robbie had taken Lamaze classes and parenting classes. He was as prepared as a 19 year old could be. He had decided to take a year off before starting college.
"It's only right," he had said, "for me to be here for the first year to help you out. That's the toughest time."
Carla had smiled. Her son had no idea about the lack of sleep, the crying, the worry. But she appreciated his help. She had been worried about the first few months too.
"I wonder if it'll be a boy or girl," Robbie thought. "I think mom would like it to be a girl. I'd prefer a boy. At least I know what a boy likes to do."
He took a bite of his sandwich.
"What do I know about girls? Sure, I dated Jenny when I was a junior but that didn't end well. I've got a few friends that are female but that's different. They're not like girl girls."
Robbie still hadn't quite figured out that girls were people too. To him, they were an alien species. Even with his mother's training on how to treat women, he felt unsure of himself around girls his own age. Especially girls he liked.
"I wish I knew what I wanted to do. Joey's lucky. He's always liked mechanical stuff. I guess I could be a teacher like mom. What I'd like is a job where I just sit around and think about stuff all day."
