Cum in a Wet Womb

She was my manager, as I was employed by a local pizza joint.

My day ended, across the vista of red seats and plaid papered walls, I watched.

She looked, caught my eye, and a small shaded glint hovered above a small smile, lip curling corners.

I beamed one back, soft smile.

Her body, big bulging ass out of her behind, and belly blooming bigger, pregenant inside, her breasts, twin great ice capped mountain peaks, her bra visible through her near sheer fabric. Her face, smooth and angular, dancing laughing eyes, endowed with pregnant intuition, clam exhibition of womanliness.

Looking this way.

Her boyfriend was just leaving, short, slightly muscular, seemingly domineering.

I rose to take to the bathroom, a singular bathroom for employee use, she was around the corner.

Out I sprung my snake, slightly elongated with sweet thoughts of penetrating her belly, a few pubes curled black fire out.

The door, I left a few inches in its crack, light off.

A small yellow trickle sprinkled the pot, growing wider into a sun beam of pee.

And the door opened

There she was, belly round, breasts big, mouth shaped in an o, and eyes darting after my stream after she flicked on the light. A quick hold on my penis.

“Just a minuet,” said I smiling

“Sorry”, she said

“No need to be”, said I

The zipper tented my penis, I flushed

“Let me give you a hand”, said I, letting her down on the pot, and left with that

My shift ended, the workers fled to the door, and from the bathroom door she emerged.

“Better?” asked I

“Much”, said she

“How old is she”, motioning to her tummy

“Six months”

A quick wind rush, I moved across the room.

Washing a hand over her pregnant swell, over the shirt.

“Well she’s growing within.” Putting an ear to her stomach

“I can hear her.”

“What does she say?”

“My Moma’s Sexy” A laugh, rumble belly, chest heave nipple shake, as did I.

Rubbing my hand over her shirt draping a hand over the small of her back, resting on the bust of her bum.

Just a little dip, my fingers penetrate the waist wrap lip, my pinky slid touching the high reaches of her bum slit.

A quick glance upward, her face impassive, barring in no way.

I slide her shirt up a bit, that big bulging belly, button poking out.

“So smooth, no stretch marks.” Says I

“And put an ear to her stomach.”

He kicked, an ear to ear grin.

A smile by her slightly, eyes warmly ready.

Wow what a feeling.