Pregnant woman [F24] and the next door neighbour [M18]

Two things no one ever told me about being pregnant: some men find pregnant women hot, and being pregnant makes you horny. Oh, and you have to pee a lot. Certainly, when I got pregnant I was not prepared for the roller coaster ride.

I discovered I was pregnant when I was four weeks long and I hoped when I told my boyfriend he would be happy. Instead, he said he didn’t “want no kid,“ packed his things and left. Either way, it was for the best. He would not have been a good father. He drank too much, smoked too much pot and couldn’t keep a good job.

Fortunately, I knew I would be OK financially. Six years earlier, when I was 18, my parents were killed in a car accident and I received a pretty good insurance policy. It was enough to buy a small townhouse in the suburbs and still have enough for a monthly annuity that would pay the bills.

Because I am so small, 5 foot two about 100 pounds before I was pregnant, I began to show quite early. I didn’t try to hide it but was surprised how men would look at my belly and then smile at me. In particular, Jeffrey, the 18 year old nerdy boy that lives next-door, seemed particularly interested.

To be fair, ever since I moved there he often checked me out. I thought it was kind of cute. The back decks of our town houses we’re just separated by a small fence and whenever I was out sunbathing he always seemed to find a reason to be on his back deck. Jeffrey was friendly but shy and always willing to help me when I had computer problems.

One day, when I was about five months pregnant and my belly was really showing, I was sunbathing on the back deck when Jeffrey came out onto his deck. In the hopes of preventing stretch marks, I was rubbing vitamin E cream into my belly when he said hello. His eyes locked on my bare belly.

“I guess you realized I’m pregnant, right?“ I said.

“Sure, I guess I noticed,“ He replied, shyly.

“Yeah,“ I said, “I guess I’m getting pretty fat.“

“Oh no,“ he said, “ you are still very pretty.“

“Such a sweet thing to say, thank you,“ I replied with a smile.

“I really mean it, Susan.“

“I’m glad you think so,“ I said smiling. We chatted for a few more minutes and when I stood up and told him I was going in for lunch, Jeffrey‘s eyes moved up and down my body. When our eyes met, he seemed embarrassed at getting caught ogling me. It made me smile.

Maybe because I was pregnant or because I hadn’t had sex for months, I was really enjoying the adrniring looks. Over the previous few weeks I had found myself masturbating more often and my body responding more than ever. My breasts especially had become more sensitive. Of course, they were also getting bigger. They had grown from 32A to almost 32C. My nipples had also begun to darken and enlarge.

Over the next few weeks more and more I noticed how people were treating me differently. When I was on the bus I was usually offered a seat. When I took a cab home after grocery shopping, the driver always offered to bring my groceries inside when we got to my house. Everywhere I went, I noticed the admiring eyes of men.

I probably would’ve been hot no matter what time of year it was, but since it was summer the heat really affected me. I usually just wore a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. My clothes were getting tighter And now everything I owned accentuated my growing curves. When I was home alone, I hardly wore anything at all, usually just a pair of panties.

Even the larger bras I had purchased made my sensitive breasts uncomfortable. I enjoyed the way they bounced and jiggled as I walked. Before I was pregnant, they were so small they barely moved.

My body had grown a lot by the time I was six months pregnant and I could barely fit into my bikini. Nonetheless, one hot summer day I put it on and went to the back deck. Predictably, Jeffrey appeared next door.

“Hi Susan,“ he said smiling over the fence.

“How are you Jeffrey?“ I asked. He’s wandering gaze made me quiver with enjoyment.

“I’m good,“ he said, “ you’re so hot, I mean, it is so hot today.“ It was adorable the way he stumbled with his words.

“Thank you, and yes, it is hot,“ I replied, Giving him a quick wink. Oh my, I thought, we’re flirting. It felt strange, after all he was much younger, and I was pregnant but I was single. Anyway, I decided, nothing wrong with a bit of flirting.

“When you have some time, I should probably update your antivirus software,“ Jeffrey said. He’s always seemed hopeful.

“Sure,“ I laughed, “you’re my computer expert. You can come over now if you like.“

“Sure,“ he said excitedly. “I can come over now and download it for you.“

“ Great,“ I said, “let’s do it.“

Jeffrey hopped over the short fence on my deck and we went into my house. as he sat at my computer on the kitchen table I stood beside him. As he fiddled with my computer he kept glancing at my bare, protruding belly just inches away. I could feel the telltale moistness between my legs as he squirmed uncomfortably in his chair.

Finally, he said, “that should do it,“ and turned to look at me. His eyes first rested on my belly, then moved up to my swollen breasts and slowly to my eyes. The room seemed suddenly still and quiet.

“You seem a bit nervous,“ I said softly.

“No, no, I don’t think, just…“ He stammered.

“Does my pregnant belly make you uncomfortable?“

“Oh no,“ he said quickly. “I just never… I don’t know…“

“It’s OK,“ I said, gently rubbing my hands over my belly. “It’s very natural.“

“I know…“

His cheeks turned red and he squirmed in his chair. I resisted the urge to reach out and touch him. We were both obviously aroused and I felt a bit guilty about teasing him but I guess my hormones we’re going wild.

“Maybe I better go…“ He said nervously.

“OK Jeffrey,“ I said, both disappointed and relieved. “ I hope you’re not mad at me.“

“Oh, no, never,“ he said. “I could never be mad at you, I like being friends.“

“So do I,” I said.

When Jeffrey stood up he unsuccessfully tried to hide the bulge in his pants. He stumbled slightly and we bumped together, my belly rubbing against his tight, muscular tummy.

“Sorry…“ He mumbled.

“It’s OK,“ I said, reassuringly stroking his arm. I could feel the electricity between us.

Two minutes after he disappeared out the patio doors I was on my bed, naked, furiously fingering myself. I wondered, hoped, he was in his room masturbating thinking about me.

The next few days were a little awkward when we saw each other, I think because we both knew how close we came to taking the next step. Eventually, everything was back to normal and I was continuing to sunbathe on my back deck under his watchful eyes.

Every day my breasts and belly seemed to grow. So did my arousal. I was masturbating every morning and night and sometimes two or three times during the day. I loved the look and feel of my body. I so loved the way Jeffrey looked at me. I wanted him and I knew he wanted me.

By the time I was eight months along I was in a constant state of arousal. More and more, I flirted with Jeffrey and he no longer tried to hide his appreciative looks at my body.

One day, as I was getting dressed in the morning I knocked the jar of vitamin E cream from my bedside table and it rolled under my bed. Because of my big belly I couldn’t lie on the floor to reach it. Slipping on a pair of panties and a T-shirt I stepped out onto the back deck. Only a few minutes later Jeffrey came out.

“Hi,“ I said, “I feel silly but I dropped something and I can’t reach it, do you think you could reach it for me?“

“Sure,“ he said happily, “anything you want.“

He hopped over the fence and I let him into the house. My heart was beating faster as we stepped into my bedroom.

“It’s a jar under my bed,“ I said. I could see he was nervous.

And he laid down on the floor I looked at his beautiful body. He wasn’t very big but had the healthy physique of a teenager. My mind began to race.

“Here you go,“ he said. His hand was shaking as he held out the jar of cream.

“I have to put that on my belly,“ I said softly.

“Oh, I see…“ He said awkwardly.

“Unless you’d like to do it,“ I whispered. My body was quivering.

“I don’t know, are you sure… I mean…“ He stammered.

“Sit down,” I said softly.

Jeffrey sat on the side of the bed and I stood between his open knees. Lifting my shirt to reveal my round, protruding belly I said, “Please,“ under my breath.

Wordlessly, he stared at my belly and then opened the jar. With a bit of smoothcream on his fingers he began gently touching me. I could barely maintain my balance as his hands moved freely across my skin, rubbing, feeling, exploring. “These need some cream too,“ I said, lifting my top to reveal my swollen breasts.

“Oh my God…“ Jeffrey whispered, “they are so beautiful…“

With more cream on his fingers he moved his hands to fondle and caress my sensitive breasts. I moaned softly as he freely moved his hands over my body. My nipples, hard and under his touch, sent shocks through my belly to my pussy. Leaning forward, I kissed him, my tongue playing along his lips and inside his mouth. My knees weakenedend and I rolled on the bed, flat on my back.

Jeffrey laid beside me and continued to massage my belly and breasts as I moaned and squirmed under his touch. He concentrated on my aching breasts, squeezing and caressing. My nipples were harder than ever before and I moaned, “S uck them.“

Jeffrey leaned forward and took a hard nipple in his mouth as his hand ran all over my belly. “Oh God…“ I said hoarsely. I was beginning to lactate.

“Is that…?“ Jeffrey said quietly.

I was too horny to be embarrassed. “Yes… Yes… It’s my milk… I’m sorry…“ I was afraid he would get scared and leave.

To my delight, he began to suck my breasts harder. Back-and-forth from one to the other, he squeezed my breasts, sucking my nipples, drinking my milk. As I watched him, I stroked his head and began to come. It was the first time I had an orgasm without touching my pussy but I wanted more. “My… panties…“ I stammered between deep breaths.

Kneeling on the floor Jeffrey removed my panties and I opened my thighs revealing myself to him. He stared at my wet, open pussy. Moving forward he touched my pink flesh, tentatively at first, and then deeply, licking up and down my tinder slit. I tried to watch him but my view was blocked by my mountainous belly and I just laid my head back and let the orgasm wash through me. I was in ecstasy under his tongue.

Jeffrey stood up and I watched as he dropped his shorts. His hard cock sprung into view and, holding my knees wide apart, I looked him in the eye and said, “fuck me.“

He slid inside me with one, long deep stroke. I pushed my hips hard up against him, urging him deeper. Starting slow he was soon fucking me hard and fast.

“Oh fuck… Fuck… Fuck…“ He cried out as he came inside me. His whole body tensed and shuddered.

I awkwardly moved to sit on the side of the bed and, with Jeffrey standing in front of me, I took his still hard cock in my mouth. I licked the mixture of my juice and his cum hungrily. With his hands on my head his hips began to buck and he began to fuck my face. Opening wide I took him deep into my throat, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him closer. I could barely breathe as he came again.

Crawling onto the bed Jeffrey straddled my pregnant belly, still slippery from the cream. Lowering his hips he rubbed his cock and balls all over my stomach. Reaching down, he grabbed both of my swollen, milky breasts, squeezing and fondling me. He humped my bulbous belly faster and faster until his come spurted out, streaking my skin with white, hot cream from my navel to my nipples.

He rolled onto the bed beside me and we were both panting, stroking and clenching one another, kissing. I reached down with my hand and was amazed to find he was still hard. I stroked his cock and fondled his heavy balls enjoying his youthful vigor.

“More?“ I whispered into his ear as I stroked him.

“Oh yes…“

“Like this,“ I said as I got on my hands and knees. He knew what to do and got on his knees behind me. With my head on the pillow and my ass in the air he pushed his sweet cock into my pussy again. With his strong hands on my hips he fucked me harder and harder until we came together groaning in unison.

Finally, exhausted, we both fell back on the bed.

“That was amazing…” Jeffrey said under his breath.

“Yeah…“ Was all I could say as I tried to catch my breath.

For the next three weeks Jeffrey and I spent every afternoon fucking for hours. We explored each other‘s bodies with our hands, our tongues, our lips. We fucked every way possible. I think we both knew it couldn’t last and we were trying to get as much as possible before it was over.

Then one morning, I went into labor. As they wheeled me into the ambulance Jeffrey stood on his porch and waved. He looked sad.

A couple of days later I was home with my new daughter. My hormones had settled down and, while Jeffrey and I still chatted every day, we never again touched each other. We never even spoke of it.

A month later, Jeffrey‘s father got a new job in a new city and they moved away. That was two years ago.

Jeffrey and I remained in contact on Facebook. He went to college and got a girlfriend while I happily cared for my lovely daughter. Jeffrey says he is to be married soon and they plan to have lots of kids. I expect his wife will enjoy being pregnant.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/qev23x/pregnant_woman_f24_and_the_next_door_neighbour_m18