Epilogue
Whitt
I walked into my house excited to see the progress Gemma had made on the nursery when I was pounced on.
“Wait!” said Gemma, throwing her arms around me. “You can’t go in there yet!”
“Why? I’ve been in there all week. I’ve seen the plans.” I’d seen a black and white design and Gemma wouldn’t let me see the rest. She’d wanted this to be a surprise too, just like the baby’s gender. I didn’t care either way. I liked surprises, and I wanted her to have her fun.
“But you haven’t seen it finished, and you don’t know which colors I went with, Whitt. Please.”
“Finished?” I had no idea she’d get done so soon, and it was a welcome surprise to have the workers out of my house and our normal living hours returning to private time.
“Yes! I’ve worked like a madwoman for the past nine hours just so I could take you up and show you today.”
“What’s so special about today?”
“Whitt. You know what day it is.”
“I do, and I also know that I’m supposed to be giving you things on your birthday and not the other way around.”
“Yes, but you did give me the baby and the room, so just stand still and put this on.” She walked around behind me and put the bandana around my eyes before I could protest.
Her little baby bump bumped against me as she tied the thing on. “Can you see?”
“No, not a thing. I hope you’re a good guide or you’re going to be a widow once I hit the stairs.” I knew I’d make it up okay and she gave a little giggle as she grabbed my hand.
“Watch your step, Whitt. We’re at the stairs.” I carefully took each step slowly and wondered why she couldn’t have blindfolded me on the landing. “Just a little more.”
“I wasn’t aware there were so many steps. This is taking forever.”
“Patience is a virtue. Besides, you’re going to be excited, and I want to see the look on your face.” She stopped me on the landing and turned me around pointing me toward the nursery.
“Now turn.” I heard a soft sound of the door opening, and her cool fingers brushed against my blindfold and pulled it down.
The room was painted a soft blue with gray accents and a touch of green. On the dresser, there was a big blue cake and sign with balloons that read: It’s a boy! My eyes stung with tears which I quickly wiped away.
“A boy?” Somehow, she’d found out.
“I went ahead and asked after the ultrasound when you went to bring the car around. I thought I’d seen his sex, and sure enough, I had. I wanted it to be a surprise for you, so I hope you’re not angry I kept it a secret.”
“Not at all. I can’t believe I’m really going to have a son! Lila’s going to be so excited. She doesn’t know yet, does she?” My daughter was due three days before Gemma, and she had found out she was having a little girl.”
“One of each, Daddy. I knew you’d be excited.”
“What’s not to be excited about? And the room; Gemma, it’s amazing. You really knocked it out of the park. The resort is coming along, and now we just have to finish Lila’s suite. You’re an impressive woman, Gemma.”
She was too, and as my chest swelled with pride, but cock hardened and suddenly, I knew I had to be inside her.
Her features had softened with the extra weight of carrying the baby, and she looked beautiful, dressed in a shirt that hugged her baby bump and displayed it proudly, along with her breasts which had grown two sizes and were looking so ripe and engorged, that I wanted to suck and fuck them.
As she walked across the room and dipped her finger into the icing on the cake, I stepped up behind her and placed my hands on her hips. I reached around rubbing her tight, round belly as she turned and put the taste of icing in my mouth and kissed me. The sweet icing was nothing compared to the taste of her and as she pressed against me, her finger still in my mouth, I cupped her breasts and brought one of her hard nipples to my mouth.
She sucked in a breath, and I kneaded as I sucked and she reached down and stroked my cock. I tasted a bit of her milk in my mouth, and the new development was a surprise too. I pulled away, and her nipple dripped, a long stream of rich nourishment trailed down across her breasts.
I quickly licked it away as she stared in awe. “I knew I was sore, but I didn’t know that had happened.” Her cheeks stained with blush, and she pulled away as if embarrassed, but I pulled her close and leaned forward to lick the trail of milk. She threw her head back as I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked, pulling a nice stream of the heady liquid into my mouth, and swallowed.
“It makes me tingle.” She reached down between her legs and found my hand already headed that way. I parted her folds and slipped my finger between them, and she cried out. I rubbed and worked her as I switched to the other breast and pulled it into my mouth. It wasn’t as eager to produce, so I stepped back. “Undress.”
“In here?” She gave me a questioning look, and I nodded.
“I’m going to take you right here to celebrate this room.”
She undressed and walked to the small couch that she’d had put in in case she wanted to lounge and read while the baby slept. It was a welcome addition as she sat down and spread her legs. Her pussy was glistening with nectar as the single nipple had a bead of thick milk ready to fall.
I wasn’t going to let that happen. I slipped down my pants, and my cock swung proudly from my hips, its own weeping tear at the tip.
I knelt down and nudged myself between her legs, spreading my tear across her clit and then slipping inside her to run deep. I cupped her leaking breasts and kneaded it beneath my fingers.
She moaned out and ground up against me. “It feels so good when you do that while you’re inside me.” She gripped my ass with her ankles and then pulled me close as she shuddered around my cock, spilling hot juices until I was splashing inside of her.
“Feels so good; please don’t stop.” I kneaded the other breasts and a pale, milky bead formed, and I turned my mouth to it, licking her tight nipple.
“Suck it, please, Whitt.” She ran her fingers through my hair as I took it into my mouth and pulled hard, and her plump tit exploded into my mouth with a stream of warm milk.
Her other breast leaked a little without attention as I fucked her pussy harder, angling my tip toward her g-spot to make her come apart around me once me.
“We're going to make a mess in here.” I lifted her up, still balanced on my cock, and we fucked as I walked her down the hall and to our master bathroom where I brought her into the walk-in shower. The jets came on to the perfect temperature, and the warm spray hit her breasts causing them to weep more.
“Is it ever going to stop?” She glanced down. “What does it taste like?”
“Taste it.” I pushed her breast up and centered her nipple at her mouth. She darted her tongue to lick the milk and closed her eyes.
“It’s not bad.” She smiled. “The baby will be very happy.” I slow fucked her as we talked, grinding my hips hard.
“I’ll be happy. I think it’s fucking hot.”
“I like it when you taste all of me.” She pulled her nipple into her mouth and watching her had me so worked up, that I took her other breast and squeezed it, closing my mouth and pulling hard as I came deep inside of her.
I stayed in her for a while and knew when I pulled away her little pussy would be dripping as much as her perky tits. “Are you happy, Whitt?” She gave me a smile, and I knew she knew the answer.
“Truly.” I rubbed her belly and felt my son kick. He was a strong one, moving around so much that she often complained that her little rib cage was sore. “He’s moving a lot.”
“Yeah, he knows Daddy’s stealing his milk.”
“I’m just making sure the taps work. He’ll have plenty of milk, trust me. And I think you were lapping at it a bit too.”
“I had to see how it tastes. I read that a mother should taste everything that she feeds to her children.”
“Oh, so clinical.” I slipped out of her, and sure enough, I glanced down to see a thick trail of my release down her thigh and a few other drips falling from her middle.
She moaned and leaned forward, laying against me and then she rubbed my spent cock until it began to harden a little more. She dropped to her knees and stroked it, looking up into my eyes. “All this talk about tasting has me famished.” She closed her mouth around my half-aroused cock and sucked it hard. It swelled and filled her throat, and growing harder still with each bob of her head.
Her hand went down below her protruding belly, and though I couldn’t see, I knew the exact moment her hand was on her clit, stimulating her so much, her eyes closed.
“No hands, baby. Let me fuck that pretty throat.” She put her hand up on her head lacing her fingers, and I held her wrists and thrust my cock deeper, causing her to choke a little. She smiled as her watery eyes fluttered and I pushed through her spasms relentlessly.
She was spent by the time I was finished, and I came so far down her throat, she probably couldn’t taste it.
I scooped her up steadying her on her wobbly legs and then pulled a towel around her, drying her to keep her warm.
“I’m so sleepy, Whitt.”
“I’ve taken a lot from you,” I said, looking down to her nipples which had stopped leaking.
“Hold me?”
“Always, baby.” I put my arm around her waist and walked her to the bed and tucked her in beside me, cradling my two babies close. I planted a kiss on her shoulder and soon her eyes closed and she drifted to sleep.
My hand on her stomach rose as my son kicked, and I patted the space to soothe him too. “Take it easy on your mother, son; she needs her rest.”
My blood pumped as pride bloomed through me. I had a son on the way. A big bouncing baby boy and now my life was complete. I’d raised a beautiful, strong daughter, and though it wasn’t easy at times, I’d never change a thing. Now I’d get the honor of a son, and I’d raise him to be a strong young man. My future seemed more promising than ever, and it was strange that it wasn’t money or success that had given me the feeling, it was love.
“Happy birthday, baby.” I kissed her hair and snuggled her closer wondering how I ever got so lucky to have someone as beautiful as her. She was my whole world.