"Give your hubby a blow job, he loves them," she whispered.I didn't love giving them, but I willing to do it then. So, I gave her another kiss, and go... onto the floor, under his cock. I lay down on my back, and grabbed onto it. I took it into my mouth, and blew him for the fifth time in my life."Oh, I must be lucky today," he moaned.I just went down a couple inches on his cock, I guess I had to ease into it a bit. Even though he really enjoyed his blow job, that didn't distract him from eating. Her vulva was slightly moist. Carefully I found the nub of her clit in its fleshy hiding place. I touched and teased it softly. My fingers caressed the length of her slit, felt the fleshy folds of her fat labia, touched at the orifice of her vagina, transferred moisture back to her clit. Gradually her pudendum awakened and unfolded to my touch. Her flesh became wetter. I moved and knelt between her spread legs. With care I softly delved my swollen knob into her parted flesh, searched for and. Actually she had said “I am pregnant” but, well my brain somehow transformed it. The floating feeling reached my face and I couldn’t do else but start smiling. Today I can’t truly say what mother’s face looked like that moment but I remember a positive feeling, so let’s say she smile, too. Beside the joy of being pregnant I felt some other feeling, quite as strong. It was pride. Yes I must confess I was pride that I had knocked my mummy up. It wasn’t like we hadn’t risked it. Since we had. Needless to say Jon wouldn’t let me cover up; Vicky decided to be the same way. Three cars came into the car park as we walked across it before we got to the cover of the other cars and a few of the occupants had a good stare at us. On the beach we parked ourselves on sun loungers and I rubbed sun tan lotion all over the 3 of us. I lingered round Jon and Vicky’s interesting bits but nothing exciting happened. We had a quiet day soaking up the sun until about mid-afternoon when we went for a.