Daddy Mommy Is Pregnant Again Novels & Stories

I wished my mother aborted me when she discovered she was pregnant with me. I feel like fate has cursed me to never feel or experience happiness in my life. I wish my father had never left me by the roadside, I turned and faced the ceiling with tears flowing down my ears. We were once a happy family, what happened to us? Maybe, if I wasn't born, then, things would have been distinct. My mother has never cared about me, she abandoned me, sold herself to prostitution and pushed me aside, all in the name of, she is working for money to put food on my table.

Pregnant and addicted. Forever Daddy’s.

She was doing well in her new life. As the sun began to set, I took Damien’s hand and led him to a quiet part of the garden. Aurora was playing happily with her grandparents (Damien’s distant relatives who had come to visit). “I have something to tell you,” I said softly, my heart beating fast. Damien looked at me with concern and love. “What is it, baby?” I took his hand and placed it on my belly. “I’m pregnant again. You’re going to be a father for the second time.”

Mommy asked us. "Mom, we'll take care of my husband there. Don't make it a problem," Travis said and we sat down on the sofa. "I'm sorry, your Mommy is just really excited." Daddy laughed. "Well, of course! So you can have another honeymoon and have a baby. I'm excited to have grandchildren!" Mommy clapped her hands like she was thrilled. I was shaken by his reaction. "How are you two doing here?" Daddy asked us. Travis suddenly grabbed my hand.

He genuinely made the joke of proposing again. As for my mother, she has decided to stay in this wonderful place permanently. She has found a Dutch partner here, and I will always support her. She deserves to live a life with her current partner and care for him, but I will always remember my father. I simply want my mom to find happiness once more, as she is now the only one. She didn’t want to join Maddox and me. I am currently six months pregnant, and Maddox is such a sharpshooter. My second child is a girl. I occasionally jokingly suggest that he should have been the one to become pregnant, as it is so difficult.

Jay’s phone suddenly notified him of a text message, and when he looked at the text sent by Jenson, his handsome face sank slightly. [Daddy, we’ve encountered a slight mishap, but everything has been resolved now. So there’s no need to worry. But… how do we explain this to Mommy?] Jay looked at Angeline who was standing outside the main entrance. The children knew that Mommy was pregnant, so they should not be making her worry.

Serves her right. I'm just glad that my family is still complete even after all we had passed through. Instead, we're stronger than ever. Good news, I'm pregnant with my second child and I've confirmed it's sex. It's a girl. I bet Damon would be very happy when he hears about it. Enough of all these story, I need to prepare for my night with Damon, I bet it would be very steamy. THE END

"Mandy, what happened to the note on my nightstand? The one that had blood on it?" "Oh, that dirty piece of paper?" Mandy looked up. "I tossed it while cleaning today. It was too filthy." "You threw it away?" Melissa stood frozen in disbelief. "Yeah, um... I'm sorry," Mandy's face filled with remorse. "Did I do something wrong?" Lisa stared at her. "I—" She had just opened her mouth when she wad interrupted by a phone call from Dr Lee." She bit her lip and picked up the phone. "Congratulations Miss Melissa. The result of your test says positive. You're two weeks pregnant—with twins."

Why would Mommy do that? "That's how you suck my dick, slut," Daddy growled. "Mmm, suck that cock hard. Yes, yes, you need all that cum, don't you? Pregnant whores always crave cum." "Yes, they do," Mom whispered. Noriko was pregnant? With Daddy's child? I swallowed, my pussy on fire as Daddy groaned. Noriko suckled harder. Louder. Her cheeks hollowed. Daddy's face twisted with pleasure. She was making him feel so good. This was so wild. Was he going to... to... cum in her mouth?

My mother is back more quickly than I expected and she’s dragging a machine in with her. “Mom? What’s going on? Is Cyra sick?” I ask her, my fear for my mate spiking as Thad pushes forward. My mother chuckles, turning to look at us. “No son. She’s not sick. She’s pregnant.”