Dorsai: SixMothers

Anyway, when I stood up after getting her dried off, I could see fromthe expression on her face that she was feeling sentimental. At firstI thought it was just a surplus of some hormone or other, but she pulledme into an embrace (as best she could – her belly made for oneHell ofan obstacle) and told me "Damn you, Dan – every time I start takingall this for granted, you go and do or say something to remind me howmuch it – and I! – means to you."

As we held each other, she pulled my head down for a kiss – one thatbegan as tender and loving and soon moved into passionate and exciting.

When we separated, she looked into my eyes and told me "If you'renot too turned off to do it with a fat chick, I want to make love withyou, Dan."

We'd made love several times as her belly had grown, so she knew fullwell that I didn't have any problems with making love with her duringher pregnancy; I just replied "I think I'd like that, Mrs. Marshall, mother of the Marshall clan" – something that made her smile.

She headed out of the bathroom, and I quickly dried myself off and movedto follow her. When we got to the bed, she told me "God, I'm alreadyso hot, thinking about it. Just let me get you ready, okay?"

She reached out and put her hands on my hips, pulling me closer beforeshe leaned over and took my penis into her mouth. Softly sucking on it, she cupped my scrotum in her hand as she rolled my balls around in it.

As I started to harden, she slowly changed over from simply sucking onme to bobbing her head back and forth, letting her lips stroke my rapidlygrowing length as her tongue danced and caressed its way along my manhood.

It was only a couple of minutes before I was fully erect, my penis shinywith her saliva. She finally let me slip from between her lips and said "Ithink I'm getting too big for anything else, so why don't you just laydown and let me be on top?"

I smiled and did as she asked; in a few moments she was straddling myhips, and I could see that her labia were fully extended and glisteningwith her arousal.

She took me in her hand, but was having difficulty holding me in placewhile reaching around her swollen belly. With a soft "Let me help" Ireplaced her hand with my own. She leaned forward slightly and raisedup, letting me position the head of my erection between her labia; asshe began to lower herself onto me, I held myself steady, helping her.

To my great surprise, she was already wet enough inside that she wasable to take me completely in a single slow movement.

Because of the added weight and girth of her pregnancy, she wasn't ableto move on top of me the way she normally would have, but that didn'tmean she wasn't able to move. Rather than lifting herself up, she begana rocking motion that moved my penis maybe and inch or a little morein her – but it was apparently enough for her needs. I reached up andput my hands on her breasts; they'd enlarged a bit, and gotten tender.

I knew that anything more than simply holding them was uncomfortablefor her, so I contented myself with simply cupping and supporting themas she continued to move on top of me.

I knew that the little bit of movement in her that her rocking was causingwasn't as much stimulation as she liked. But that it was enough becameclear a few minutes later when I felt and watched as she experienceda small orgasm while she continued to move herself on me. A couple moreminutes, and she climaxed again – but I could tell from the fine sheenof sweat on her, and the way she was moving, that the effort was affectingher.

I moved my hands to her hips and got her to stop her motion on me. Whenshe looked down at me, I said "There's no need for you to wear yourselfout. Just raise up a little, and I'll do it, now."

She nodded her understanding, and managed to kind of prop herself upa couple more inches over me. With the freedom to move under her, I beganto do just that: move under her – arching myself into her for perhapshalf my length, accompanied by her soft moans of pleasure and arousal.

I wasn't getting all that much stimulation, either, as little as I was moving in her, so it was several minutes before thesensations of her warm, wet vagina around began to move me toward myown release. Along the way, Kelly had several more orgasms, each a triflestronger than the one before. Finally, I got to the point where I knewI was going to climax – even as I felt my balls pull up, Kelly started what was, for her, a 'normal' orgasm. The sensation of her vagina spasmingaround me was enough to put me over the edge, and with a final thrustinto her, I began spewing her insides with my hot fluids. Her eyes flewopen when she felt it, and she exclaimed "Oh, god, yes! I feel it!" beforeshe tightened around me even more.

When the spurting of my penis had reduced to the last faint twitches, I started to lower myself back onto the bed. Kelly felt me moving, andlet herself fall with me, keeping my semi-erect penis wrapped insideher. After we'd settled down, she leaned forward to put her hands onmy chest, using her arms to prop herself up as she looked down at mewith a blissful smile on her face as she told me "Thank you, Dan.

That was wonderful."

I grinned up at her and answered "Felt pretty good to me, too!", making her laugh – and a moment later, I saw a twitch cross her face.

Seeing my look of curiosity, she told me "One of the kids justkicked me – in a kidney, I think."

A few moments later, she absently asked "I wonder what they thinkabout us making love?"

I really hadn't considered it before, and it took me a few seconds beforeI was able to answer "I don't know that they're able to 'think' the way you mean it. But if they are" – I raised my voice a little- "They should know that this is one way that people that love each other show it."

Kelly grinned at me, and added – in an equally loud voice – "Andthey should also know that their mom and dad love each other a lot .", grinning at me. I lifted my head, and somehow Kelly managed to lowerhers enough that the two of us were able to kiss.

After a bit, we felt it as my penis shrank enough to pull free of Kelly'sintimate embrace – and releasing the fluids that we'd produced. Kellymade a face, and I told her "Just look at it this way: now we getto take another shower together!", and getting a wry grin in return.

As we washed up, I had my hands on her belly when I felt one of thetwins kick. Surprised, I kept my hand there, and felt it again a momentlater. Curiosity got the better of me, and I asked "Can you tellany difference between one of them kicking and moving around, and theother one?"

Indulgently, she told me "I think so. Sometimes, it seems like one of them is a little more 'enthusiastic' than the otherone – but I don't know that that's the case. I just know that they havea disturbing tendency to do something at the most inconvenient times.

The other day, I was in the store, and they apparently decided to taketurns kicking my bladder!", laughing. I laughed, too, and movedbehind her so that I could hug her to my chest.

As it got closer and closer to Kelly's due date, we made arrangementswith Jan and the others in case we weren't able to get home for a coupleof days – making sure the mail and newspaper were put inside, that Cathad food amp; water, and so on. We really didn't have any idea of what toexpect, despite Doctor Williams' explanations and assurances that everythinggoing to be fine.

It was a couple of days past Kelly's expected due date, and I have toadmit that both of us were getting a bit 'antsy' – we'd known that itcould happen Any Time Now for the last couple of weeks. Kelly and I werewatching TV from opposite ends of the couch (so she could lean back andrest her feet on my lap) when I looked over at her and saw that she lookeda bit distracted. I asked what was wrong, and she just shook her headin reply. I'd gotten that response from her enough times before thatI didn't think anything of it – until, an hour later, she told me "Dan?