[MF] Possibly knocked up a single mother of two

Another story from my extremely unwise twenties. At this particular time I was kind of an obnoxious shitposter. I posted memes all day on facebook and was quite unfortunately “horny on main” as the kids say. Apparently I garnered the attention of another shitposter named Gemma. She was an incredibly funny lady and we had a very casual online friendship that consisted of us sharing jokes and liking statuses. Simple, meaningless shit.

One day she liked one of my overtly horny memes about not pulling out and immediately sent me a message. It seemed like harmless flirty humor but I ended up making a joke along the lines of “You’ve already got 2 kids, are you trying for lucky number 3?” This went back and forth, I teased her and she leaned fully into it.

“I’m a sperm bank, okay?” She joked, “So are you gonna make a deposit or what?” I got a kick out of that one. But I definitely got the vibe that she was only joking if my answer was no. I didn’t know much about her personal life but she seemed like a person with a lot going on. Always trying to catch up, never quite making it. She had two kids with (I believe) two different dads, she had pink short hair and she apparently could not use a condom to save her life.

During one of her conversations I asked her if I should bring condoms when we finally meet and her response was “Gross, no. Throw them in the fucking trash.” This was a woman after my own stupid-ass heart. My affection for her doubled when she told me she hadn’t been on birth control for a while. We were two dumb slut peas in a pod, just itching to let nature take its course (again). One day she reached out to me unexpectedly.

“I’m having a house-warming thing for my new place tonight. You’re invited,” she informed me. I was pretty much always down for whatever so I promptly asked for the address. I was the first to get there because I have no clue how to be fashionably late; the house was basically empty save for a long wooden table and some lawn chairs. Boy, this girl was a mess. But you know, so am I.

I greeted her with a big hug and asked if there was anything I could do to help her get set up. She handed me a bag of solo cups and gestured to the table. No problem. I’m not really skilled at beer pong but I’ve seen the standard formation at enough college parties. I set up both sides and filled the cups. By the time I finished, the first guest arrived. A tall beardy dude walked in with a case of PBR; I gave him a nod and we struck up a conversation. I can’t for the life of me remember what we talked about but by the end of the night we were friends.

Close to the end of the party, beardy dude asked me to partner with him in beer pong. The thing about me is that when it comes to sports I’m either extremely lucky or extremely unlucky. No middle ground, no skill. Tonight, I was lucky. I made half the cups and sunk the final, lonely cup in one try. I felt like a god. Beardy dude and I were having so much fun I had totally lost track of Gemma.

After my crowning victory I found her in the kitchen and made sure I hadn’t pissed her off by ignoring her. Turns out she had been babysitting some of her friends and running around the whole night as the host sometimes does at these things. But she’d watched me play.

“Looking good out there,” she said, handing me another beer. At this point I probably should have stopped drinking an hour ago but my judgement has never been good so I popped the top and said fuck it. “I think we’re going to clean up soon, how are you feeling?” She asked, after watching me drink half a beer that she just handed me.

“I’m gonna be honest with you, I’m pretty fucking drunk,” I replied.

“You can crash here if you want,” she suggested.

In all honesty I did not really want to crash at her empty house, but I was drunk and she was hot so I said “Sure.” I helped her clean up, I finished my beer because I can’t bring myself to let alcohol go to waste, and we headed down to her basement where she had her bed and TV set up. As I plopped myself down on her mattress I realized I was spinning a little bit. I asked, “Do you mind if we put something on?”

“Of course,” she turned on the TV and found a movie for us to watch. It was some terrible netflix original but I couldn’t focus anyway. I just wanted to distract my brain long enough to sober up a little. She climbed in and snuggled up to me in the bed, resting her head on my shoulder. We probably got about a third of the way into the movie by the time I felt better. I had been laying with one arm around her, my hand at the small of her back.

Gemma quietly turned her head to face me and kissed me softly on the lips. My hand on her lower back was immediately joined by my other hand on her hip as I shifted over on my side to face her. We brought our hips snugly together as my hands traveled to her nice round ass and gave it a playful squeeze. She opened her mouth and breathed a little into our kiss. I bit her lower lip and slipped my hand under her butt, grazing her pussy from behind with my finger tips. Even through the fabric of her leggings I could feel that she was wet.

My touch had activated her breeding protocol apparently because in a matter of seconds I was on my back and we were both bottomless. She was so wet that she just lowered herself onto me, taking my cock to the hilt in one slow motion. She let out this long, hushed moan like she was slipping into a warm bath after a long day. With that, she started to rise up and down on my dick, leaning down to kiss me. I pulled her t-shirt over her head, causing us to break from our kiss for a moment. Her body was slim but her breasts had the slightest amount of sag to them, a sort of heft or weight that no doubt comes from having 2 kids. Her nipples were darker than I expected. Before I could gawk for too long she leaned back in and planted her lips back on mine.

As nice as it was having her on top, she was moving very slowly. To drunk me, that was just not gonna work. When I get really drunk it becomes much harder to make me cum, which is great if my partner wants me to last a long time but not every girl and not every situation calls for that. It was after 2 am and I wanted to fill this lady up and get the fuck to sleep. So I shifted my hips down a little and brought her chest flush with mine so that I had more leverage below my waist. Then I started going faster. She responded positively, moaning into my ear – I felt encouraged. I upped the tempo again, pounding her pussy for all I was worth. With one hand on the back of her neck and the other squeezing her ass, I guided her hips into mine again and again. We were crashing into each other with reckless abandon.

After a few minutes of hard work I started to feel it. “I’m gonna cum,” I cautioned her. She didn’t flinch. I stopped moving to see if she wanted to get off but she just kept on going, driving herself down on me hard and fast like I had been. I held her tight and resumed pumping into her, a little slower but deeper, more steady. With each stroke I started to unload cum into her fertile pussy. One shot. Two. Three. Until our hips slowed and she milked the last few drops I had left. We were spent, she looked very satisfied. It was at this point that my drunk brain did me a favor and told me to take a piss and drink an entire glass of water. After I was done I climbed back into bed and we fell asleep spooning.

In the early morning I woke up to the feeling of my extremely hard dick pressing against her soft butt. I kissed the back of her neck and she gently woke, turning her head groggily to give me a peck on the lips.

“Mm, somebody’s up early,” she remarked, wiggling her ass against me. I gave her titty a nice good morning squeeze and kissed her neck again to let her know that the butt wiggle was doing it for me. Reaching down, she took my cock and slipped it between her legs. She was still wet, or maybe being full of cum had something to do with it. Point being, my dick could glide back and forth across her slit easily thanks to how slick she was. After a few lazy thrusts she guided me back inside of her. This time I was going to take it slow. I went deep and steady from the start, no pounding in the morning, especially since we were both likely hungover.

We breathed together as we got into rhythm, bodies rising and falling calmly. She reached back and put her hand on the back of my head while I kissed her neck. My drunk sex powers had faded away so a more leisurely pace was more than enough to do it for me this time. I slipped my hand down between her legs and started to very gently play with her clit. I ran my fingers over her pussy lips (around my cock) and used her juices as lubricant. I wanted her to have a nice strong orgasm that wasn’t too exhausting first thing in the morning. Nobody wants to get wrecked raw when they still have morning breath, in my experience.

As she continued building closer and closer I was trying my best to time my pleasure with hers. Our hips moved in sync, hearts pounding and breath becoming more ragged. Until finally she whispered, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too,” I told her, staying steady and pushing deeper.

“Keep going, fill me up,” she pleaded. Didn’t have to ask me twice. I pushed my cock as far as I could and stopped for a moment as my cock tensed. I came into the deepest part of her before pulling out halfway and pushing all the way back in to give her a second spurt. Her hips shook and she put her hand on the back of mine as she came around my cock. We slowly fell out of rhythm as one went rigid and then the other, until I had filled her to the brim and we fell limp. Letting a beat pass, we let the post-coital euphoria wash over us. This is when the panic slowly started to creep in. I had just creampied this woman on our first meeting, twice. She already had 2 kids, and here I was breeding her. What the everloving fuck was wrong with us? This was such a huge risk and I told myself right then and there that I definitely should NOT do it again.

So we hung out one more time and I did it again. Filled her up like it was my job to repopulate the Earth. And yes, I know that I’m an idiot. She ghosted me soon after which I was fine with, and I took a long hiatus from social media. When I returned about a year later I saw that she had a newborn baby, not only that but she had gotten back together with one of her baby-daddies. Part of me wondered about the timeline there but I didn’t want to turn their lives upside down. Gemma looked happy and he seemed like a genuinely good guy. I’m reasonably sure I didn’t impregnate her but I don’t know if I would stake my life on it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ixzam8/mf_possibly_knocked_up_a_single_mother_of_two