Unexpected

As always anyone in described/graphic sexual acts is over the age of 18, and consenting. This is a work of pure fiction, from the author's mind.

With this being part 2 I hope if you're here, you like this genre.

I have some more comments at the end.

Unexpected Pt 2

Ang

I moaned out in pleasure, as Rick lapped at my folds, my fingers running through his short brown hair. I tossed my head at the shocks coursing out from my pussy, as he worked on me.

Rick and I had been together intimately now for a few months, and it still amazed me how much different our relationship was compared to any I'd had previously. Rick worried about me, and my pleasure before he wanted anything. All my previous experiences with men were that they took their pleasure and used me as a cum dumpster. Until Rick, I didn't know that the feelings expressed in stories and erotica could be true.

Now as he slowly brought me closer and closer to the edge, it made me want him all the more.

Of course, the most shocking aspect of our relationship was that he was my son. Thankfully, due to the circumstances leading to his birth, no one would think that we shared that relationship. Being only ten years older than Rick, we were easily able to pull off the ruse of being a couple.

"That's it, Baby! Right there!"

Rick stopped his ministrations briefly, and my eyes shot open, looking down between my legs.

His hazel eyes smiled back at me. Then my eyes went wide, as he sucked in my clit, and assaulted it with his tongue.

I groaned out at the sensation, as he pushed me over the edge.

Light exploded in my brain, as euphoria washed over me. Rick continued to lap lightly at my folds drawing out my orgasm.

Though I don't think I passed out, I certainly don't remember the next moments as the pleasure consumed me. As my breathing slowed and returned to normal, I opened my eyes, to find Rick cuddled up beside me with his strong arms enfolding me.

I sighed and snuggled closer.

"That was amazing Rick."

He chuckled. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Ang."

I looked up at him. "Are you ready for more?" I asked, as I reached down and grasped his rod, lightly stroking his length. He hissed as I worked his length.

With a smile, I pushed him onto his back and threw my leg over him. Without wasting time, I lined him up and slid his length into me slowly.

I twitched a few times, as the stimulation caused some aftershocks from my recent orgasm.

Once I settled I pressed my palms onto his chest and began to slowly ride him.

Rick placed his large hands on my hips and aided my movements. Together we worked into a pace we could both sustain and enjoy.

Riding Rick cowgirl was another experience he'd given me. Allowing me to set the pace was empowering.

Slowly we increased our pace to the point that he was thrusting up into me, and I was slamming down onto him, our bodies slapping together fast and hard.

I could already feel another orgasm approaching.

With sweat dripping off of me I said, "I'm close Rick! I want it. Make me cum!"

Rick reached up, and pulled me down on top of him, mashing my breasts onto his broad chest. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight.

I knew what was coming, and quivered in anticipation.

When Rick had me how he wanted me, he thrust up into me faster than I could ever hope to move. I could feel his balls swinging up and slamming my butt. All of it was too much, and my orgasm crested.

"I'm cumming!" I moaned out.

Rick didn't let up for a second, and a moment later, I could feel his liquid heat filling me, setting me off again.

After a few more strokes, Rick buried himself in me, and we settled onto the bed enjoying the afterglow of our exertions.

I loved this part. Rick kept his arms around me, and I rested my head on his chest. I breathed in deeply, taking in his masculine scent.

"I love you, Ang," Rick said, before kissing the top of my head.

I cooed in pleasure at the warm feelings, hearing those words caused in me. "I love you too, Rick."

Just then, his softening cock fell out of me, and I could feel his seed dripping out of me, making me smile.

"We should shower," I said. "You need to get to work."

He chuckled. "What if I called in sick today, and we just spend the whole day in bed?"

I laughed and raised my head. "No. I need time to recoup after that. You always make me feel so good. But after last night, and then this morning, I need to rest."

He simply smiled, sat up and kissed me passionately.

We got up and shared a quick shower. We both groped the other but didn't go beyond that. It wasn't long before I was handing Rick his lunch, and kissing him at the door.

"Have a good day at work Husband. I love you."

Rick leaned in and gave me a passionate kiss, which made me reconsider his offer to call into work. When he broke the kiss I was breathing hard.

"I love you too, Wife. I'll pick up pizza tonight on my way home. Okay?"

I nodded and waved as he left for work.

***

Rick

I couldn't wait to get home to my unofficial wife, Ang. It had been a long day at work, and I just wanted to relax. I was glad that I'd offered to get pizza for dinner. I didn't want to have to deal with dishes or cooking or anything else. I wanted to be able to plop down in front of the TV with Ang, eat and relax.

The same day my mother came back into my life, after a five-year absence, there'd been a workplace accident, and I was still dealing with the aftermath months later. Today the labour inspectors were in again, giving me more work to deal with in addition to my normal workload.

I parked the car, and with a sigh, climbed out. Ang opened the door for me as I climbed the steps, like usual; spoiling me. She was wearing some short shorts and a loose t-shirt, with her strawberry blond hair tied up in a ponytail.

"Hey, Gorgeous!"

"Hey yourself, Handsome!" Ang replied, taking the pizza from my hands and leaning in for a kiss. "Go get changed! I've got a movie queued up and ready."

It was as if she could read my mind. "That sounds perfect!"

I wandered to our room and quickly changed out of my business clothes into some athletic shorts and a t-shirt. I liked looking good for work, and life in general, but this night was one to relax.

When I came downstairs Ang was waiting for me on the couch, with a cold beer in hand.

She smiled at me.

It didn't take long to settle in. With the movie started, pizza in one hand, beer in the other, and the woman I loved beside me, I finally started to unwind.

Once we both had our fill of the pizza, Ang cuddled up to me, and I wrapped my arm around her. It was nice to simply be able to do nothing but spend time together and watch the TV mindlessly.

However, Ang's laugh and a poke to the ribs startled me.

"Dozing on me are you?"

I glanced sheepishly down at her. "Sorry. Long day."

She reached up with one hand and cupped my cheek. "No reason to be sorry Rick. I can remember having long days too." Removing her hand from my cheek she patted her lap. "Why don't you lay down here?"

I looked at her lap for a moment, before mentally shrugging, and shifting positions. I ended up on my back with my head on her lap, and legs hanging over the arm of the sofa. It was surprisingly comfortable, and when Ang started running her hands through my hair, it was an automatic response to settle.

It didn't take long for my breathing to slow and sleep to take me.

The next thing I knew I heard a moan. I opened my eyes and was greeted by the fact that my mother's bare breasts were in my face, and one nipple was in my mouth. I sucked on it again, causing another moan to emanate from my mother.

Ang was cradling my head, running her fingers along my cheek and through my hair.

When I glanced up, she was smiling down at me.

"Did you know, I never did breastfeed you? I've always wondered what it would be like to feel a baby feeding."

I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. I simply continued to suckle gently.

I loved Ang, and if this was something that brought her pleasure, then I was more than happy to give it to her.

Ang continued to cradle my head as I sucked on her nipple, and soon she began to hum.

It was a tender moment for us, but one that was charged with sexual energy. Any time I would suck a little harder, she would moan out her pleasure.

When Ang shifted, and pulled her nipple from my mouth, to offer me the other one, I asked, "Do you think you would be moaning if a baby were to be feeding."

Ang laughed, before looking lovingly at me. "No. But I can't help what you do to me."

Then Ang shocked me when I felt her hand settle on my crotch. It didn't take long for mini-me to come to life and tent out my shorts.

While I continued to suckle my mother, she slowly ran her hand up and down my covered length. Every few strokes she would squeeze the head, making me moan.

I'm not sure if it became a competition, or a challenge and response, but each time I caused Ang to moan or groan, she would do the same to me. Of course, then I retaliated, working harder to make her moan again.

When she reached inside my shorts and pulled me out, I knew she wasn't playing fair. I squirmed around and worked my hand down between her legs.

Between moans, she laughed.

As I pushed her shorts aside and sunk two fingers into her sopping slit, she moaned out, "Rick, you wonderful bastard. I love you! But I'm not giving up yet!"

With those words, Ang surprised me. She lunged. My head hit the couch where her butt had been and the next thing I knew, she was inhaling my member as far into her mouth as she could.

The pleasure I felt was unbelievable. Like her, though, I wasn't willing to give up. I grabbed her legs, and pulled her on top of me, one leg on either side of my head. With the fingers of one hand, I pulled her shorts away from her mound, and my tongue shot out, seeking her clit.

Immediately her hips began to buck, both seeking, and fleeing the feelings.

With one hand pumping my prick, her head bobbed furiously. I knew I wasn't going to last long.

I plunged two fingers into her dripping hole, working to find her g-spot, all the while maintaining my ministrations on her clit.

"

Mhmm, mhmm

," I mumbled negatively, trying desperately to hold back my impending orgasm.

I could feel her smile, despite having a dick in her mouth.

Ang hummed, and with her free hand, pressed on my perineum.

That was my death knell. My cock throbbed, and my seed coursed up my length, and into her mouth.

As the first spurt of cum hit Ang's mouth, she went rigid. I did what I could to keep working her, but I lost all cohesiveness.

Finally, my orgasm ended, and I began to deflate.

"Gawd, Baby. That was awesome, but I win," Ang said.

I just laughed.

***

Ang

The sunbeam landed across my eyes, waking me. I stretched, causing the muscular arm around me to hug me closer. I sighed in contentment, the feelings of warmth, safety, and happiness, bringing me to full wakefulness.

I felt Rick kiss the back of my head, before releasing me. "Good morning."

I rolled over, putting my chin on his chest, looking up at his face. "Morning Love."

After sharing another kiss the two of us got up and performed our normal morning ablutions.

As we were finishing our breakfast, Rick asked, "What are you planning on doing today?"

I smiled at him, hoping that my smile was convincing. "Oh, not much. I just have a few errands to run," I replied. I wasn't being untruthful, but I wasn't telling Rick the whole truth either. I hated not disclosing the entire truth, but I didn't want to worry Rick either.

He seemed to accept my answer.

"Okay. Well, since it's Friday, maybe after work we can go do something," he replied standing up.

I grabbed his lunch and followed him to the door. Handing it to him I said, "I'd like that. I'll see you tonight. Love you."

He leaned in and kissed me. "Love you too, Ang. See you tonight."

I gave him one last kiss and waved him on his way.

I watched as Rick pulled out of the drive and headed for work.

With a sigh, I closed the door and went to shower and get ready for my appointment. This was the follow-up appointment with my gynecologist.

***

Rick

It had been a surprisingly good day at work. I was given a raise, and there had been talk of a better position opening at another store, which I was being considered for. I was looking forward to taking Ang out and being able to share the news with her. Since that first time, we regularly frequented the bar near the mall to go dancing, and that was where I was planning on taking her.

I parked and walked up the steps. Ang, however, wasn't at the door waiting for me.

I knew I shouldn't be disappointed, it was unreasonable to expect her to be there for me each day, but since she wasn't there, I was disappointed. Stepping inside, it was dark. The lights were off, and all the drapes were closed. There was light enough to see, but not well.

"Hello? Ang?"

There was no answer.

I set my bag down beside the door and walked through the house. Coming to the living room, I heard something.

"Ang?"

As I said her name, I spotted her on the sofa. She was curled up into a ball, quietly sobbing.

"Ang! What's the matter?" I asked, rushing over. I knelt on the floor beside her and awkwardly hugged her.

"Hun, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

My mother wouldn't meet my gaze. She glanced at me and began crying harder.

Not knowing what to do, I took a seat beside her on the couch and pulled her to me. She shifted around and buried her face in my chest.

I really didn't know what was going on, or why she would be like this. I don't know how much longer she cried, but I didn't waver in my support.

Finally, after the sun had gone down, and we were sitting in complete darkness, Ang croaked out, "I'm sorry."

I rubbed her back. "What's the matter, Ang? I love you no matter what! You can tell me. Please tell me."

Ang clung to me tighter. "I went to the doctor today, for a follow-up."

As the words left her mouth, a coldness settled over me as my mind thought the worst. "W-- what did they say?"

Ang took a shuddering breath. "Rick. I'm so, so, sorry. I-- I can't have any more kids." She sobbed and began crying again.

I took a deep shuddering breath, absorbing the information.

I was conflicted. I silently thanked God that Ang, my mother, pseudo-sibling, and life partner, was all right. But at the same time, I wished I could change the news she'd received.

If Ang and I had children together, great, but if not, I was happy just being with her. Yet at the same time, I wanted children too.

I sighed, "Ang, are

you

okay?

You

aren't sick or dying are you?"

She sniffled and needed to take a shuddering breath before answering. "I'm not dying. Just infertile!" She sobbed and the crying began anew.

I held her tight and kissed the top of her head.

Sometime later, Ang's sobs subsided, and she fell asleep.

Carefully, I picked her up and carried her to bed through the dark. I biffed my knee off the coffee table but otherwise managed to get us to the bedroom safely.

Other than the time it took me to walk around the bed, I didn't leave Ang alone. As soon as we were both in bed, and under the covers, I wrapped my arms around her, and held her.

I didn't know how long she suffered from that news alone, but I was determined to make sure she didn't suffer alone anymore. Thoughts of how I might fix this ran through my mind. I thought long into the night before sleep took me.

***

For the first time in months, I awoke in bed alone. I looked around and noted it was later than when we usually woke up.

I desperately needed the bathroom and headed right for it, my stomach growling the entire way.

When I made it downstairs, I was greeted by the sight of my sexy wife in the kitchen frying up breakfast.

She glanced over at me, where I stood in the doorway watching her.

She smiled at me sadly. "Hey."

I walked up to her, and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her back into my front. "I love you. No matter what," I replied.

With the hand not holding the spatula, she hugged my arms close.

She pushed the pan off the element, and turned the stove off, before turning around in my arms and hugging me.

I took a deep breath. "I was up late last night thinking. Ang, do you remember what I told you after the first time we made love?"

She was quiet for a moment, before shaking her head. "No."

"I said that I would make it my goal so that we would be one happy, loving family. Ang, my goal hasn't changed."

She pushed back from me and looked up. Her expressive green eyes bored into mine, showing her anger. "How? How on earth can we have a happy family if we can't have kids!"

I sighed, and pulled her back to me, hugging her close. "Love, we may not be able to have kids of our own, but there are other options out there."

My stomach let out another mighty growl.

My mother pushed me back again. "I'm hungry, and so are you. Let me finish making breakfast."

I stepped back, letting her continue her work.

With another sigh, I sat at the breakfast bar.

"So, I have some news of my own, and I think it may help," I said.

Ang's sad face glanced over at me but quickly returned to the pan, which was cooking again.

"I was given a promotion yesterday. A ten-thousand a year raise. And there's talk of moving me into a higher management position at another store."

Ang turned around and walked over to me. "That's great Rick. I'm so happy for you," she said, in a weak voice.

I smiled and gave her a quick kiss before she returned to the stove.

"How does that help my infertility though?" Ang asked, not looking at me again.

I sighed. "Strictly speaking it doesn't. But what it does do, is help me adopt. I don't think we can do it together, because of our official relationship. But it should help me qualify."

Ang's hand stopped again for a moment. A moment later she plated the food and brought the plates over.

When she sat beside me, she asked, "You'd do that?"

With one arm, I hugged her. "Of course! I promised you we'd have a family, and I'll move mountains to have that happen. We might have to fabricate some lies, like you having your own bedroom, and such. But I'll look more into the adoption process."

Without another word, Ang began to eat. Were it not for my hunger, I may have tried to find out what she was thinking, but with Ang eating, I scarfed down my food too.

***

Ang

Rick quickly finished his food, and I couldn't help but smile. Even as a kid, he'd always loved to eat, no matter whether it was my cooking, or my mother's. Some things never changed.

Despite everything, I felt so ashamed. I should have known that Rick would support me without reservation. Instead, I hid my concerns from him.

I was startled when Rick's arms enveloped me again. I'd stopped eating, and tears were streaming down my face.

"I'm sorry I didn't trust you," I cried out, as I clung to Rick.

"

Shh

. There's nothing to be sorry for. We are growing, both together, and individually," Rick said, as his arms held me close.

"Ang, my Wife, we will make this happen."

I sobbed again. "I don't deserve you. I'm just a broken old woman. You deserve--

"Enough!" he said forcefully. Being so close to him, it sounded deafening. In a more reasonable tone, he continued, "Enough of that. I deserve you. And you deserve me. I don't want anyone else. I gave you my vows, and you gave me yours. That's enough. I love you, exactly as you are. You are not broken, nor are you old. You are you, and you are who I love and want."