All Chapters of Steamy Dreams : Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

That night in bed, as he ate me out, Norman said, "I don't want to know our child's gender before it is born. I like the way it way it was when you had to wait to find out."I told him I could live with that. Then, as he slid into me he added, "When should we think about a name for if we have a boy or if we have a girl?"As I could feel my orgasm approaching I said, "Not just now." Then I groaned out loud as my orgasm hit, which in turn drew Norman's cum out of his body and filled me up.When we had subsided from our peaks I said to him, "You know, Grandpa, it is a good thing you can only get pregnant once at a time, or you might have just given me a second baby." Then I turned on my side, pulled him around me, and drifted off to sleep.When Sophia and Jenna came with me to my first examination by Dr. Asbell, the obstetrician, they were as delighted as I was. But when I took them next door to Doctor Willfong's office they became quite nervous. But the nurse who took them back to the e

I rose up from the couch like a zombie from its grave, grabbing Mother’s gift along the way. My erection was so hard I was surprised it didn’t hurt. It led me into the hall, down all the way to the end. I knocked.“Craig?”“Yes, Mom.”“Come in.”The first thing she said when I closed the door behind me was, “There’ll be no talking. Do you understand?”I stood passionless in expression, burning with lust on the inside. Mother was sitting on the end of her and Dad’s bed. She was naked, and my dick jerked with need. Sitting exaggerated her soft curve, breasts nearly touching her sweet little bulge of belly fat. Her belly resting on the very top of her thighs, made thick by resting across the comforter, half concealed the dark, hairy mound of her sex. I swallowed a large glob of saliva, placed the jar gently on her dresser, and began removing my clothes.Her hands dithered, sometimes smoothing the bedspread, sometimes drumming her fingers on her soft flesh. Twin, pink flushes filled her c

Dad texted. He was starting his virtual weekend early and asked us to delay dinner by an hour an a half.Mom grinned, but I swear a tear formed in each of her eyes.Nell cheered up quite a bit. I was the one suddenly shouldering a thick burden of self-loathing.We spent the extra time turning a meal into a feast!Dad entered six arms of hugging as he shuffled through the door. “Damn, what have you done with my wife and children? I promise not to tell anyone.” His sturdy frame and broad arms returned our welcome. “Pod people for the win!”We feasted, yet conversation remained light. Work, weather, neighborhood gossip, school, and politics danced from lips to lips as we ate roasted pork, mashed potatoes, sautéed sliced squash and carrots, stir fried garlic noodles, homemade cream of mushroom soup, baked fish sticks, and tater tots with plenty of corn syrup free ketchup! There was no theme to our dinner, except for enthusiasm.I joined in the banter as pleasantly as the others, yet somet

Miranda Lawson wasn’t your typical Cerberus operative. Although she was one of the Illusive Man’s most trusted lieutenants, she had no real problem with any of the other species of the galaxy. If she was honest, even her boss didn’t in the grand scheme of things. She was aware of his lovers, most of whom were asari. It was a secret very few knew.As for Miranda, well, she had escaped into the clutches of Cerberus for more than one reason. First was to protect her little sister. Second was to get away from her father and his desires for her. She had learned about her creation during her upbringing. Designed to be perfect though it was more a case of being designed to suit her father’s tastes.Once she was of age, she learned exactly why she was created. At first, she tried to fight off her father. Then she accepted it as when she didn’t fight him, she could admit that it did feel good. And the longer it continued, the more she could feel her father giving her more freedom. Given her in

After years of minimal contact, my mother and Aunt Elizabeth rekindled their bond. Aunt Elizabeth, a nurse, had just finalized a messy divorce. Despite their long estrangement, they quickly picked up where they left off. Their renewed closeness led my mother to plan a New Year’s celebration at my aunt’s house, six hours away in another city.Growing up, my mom and aunt were tight, but life—raising families and juggling careers—pulled them apart. I barely knew Aunt Elizabeth. My only memory was a childhood zoo trip: a chubby woman with curly brown hair, a big smile, and cousins who looked like her mini-mes. I couldn’t pinpoint when they drifted apart, but by the time I got home from school before Christmas break, Mom was glued to the phone with her. I assumed it was Dad, who was overseas for work, but when I asked, she mouthed, “Your aunt.” She even floated the idea of Elizabeth visiting for Christmas.Fast forward to New Year’s Eve, and I’m driving us to her place, still shocked Mom t