M27 Fulfilling My Pregnancy Kink

If you can’t tell from my post history- I love pregnancy. It’s always been an obsession and indulgence for me. There is nothing sexier to me than a woman who is heavily knocked up. The curve of the bump, the breasts swelling with milk, the hormonal neediness- it all drives me wild. That said, there are some impediments to having a pregnancy kink. The vast majority of pregnant women are taken, naturally, and settling down with someone is still a ways away with me. I had resigned myself to fulfilling this fetish later in life.

Until this summer.

I met her on Feeld. I couldn’t believe it. She was stunningly, very chic and sophisticated, incredibly well put together. She was in her late 30s, worked in the arts. And scrolling through her profile…she was six months pregnant. She was a single mom by choice, artificially inseminated, and looking for a bit of fun before the baby came.

My heart was hammering out of my chest as I messaged her. Years of fantasizing about pregnant women, thinking about them, worshipping them, all coming to fruition….no way. I sent a brief message saying she was cute and tried to go about my day not thinking about how much she turned me on.

A few hours later I hear my phone ping. I whipped it out of my pocket like a cowboy reaching for his gun. And yes, it was her. My legs started shaking and I had to sit down I was so excited. After some flirting and discussion, we made plans to meet at a cafe by her.

The day of the date I was thrilled beyond belief- especially when I saw her walk in, belly first. Stunning. She was fairly tall, so her bump was noticeable but not as big as it would be. She looked super cute and sophisticated. Her dress was low cut, showing off how nicely her pregnancy had enhanced her cleavage. She was just intoxicating, everything that they say pregnant women having a glow is real. I was drawn to her like a magnet from the moment she said hello. We chatted for about an hour and it was incredibly fun. We were both open, honest, and very flirtatious. At 10 years older than me, she was just fascinating to talk to. As the conversation continued, I could feel us drawing nearer; at some point our knees touched, and I began grazing my hand against her bare knee, rubbing my knuckles up and down her.

After we had our pastries (it was so cute watching her indulge her cravings!) and after a lull in the conversation, I popped the question. “So all those hormones must be driving you crazy right?”

“Yes they are” she smiled at me.

I paid the check and walked her to her place, putting my hand on the small of her back and feeling her ass filled out with baby fat.

When we got in, we started making out immediately, our hands fumbling over each other. I pressed her gently against the door, her bump pressing against my abs as I leaned into her and tasted her mouth. After a few minutes of this, we went over to her bed. I pulled her in closer and focused my hands on her belly. It felt so good to touch; big, round, firm, maternal. She got more turned on as she noticed all the attention I was lavishing on her.

After that there was no going back. The hunger of our hormones made us insatiable. We moved quickly, or at least as quickly as a six months pregnant woman can. I tore my shirt off and my pants and helped her get out of her dress. No bra, just her big breasts flowing freely and a pair of panties that were getting soaked.

We made out more, and I laid her down on the bed. “What are you craving right now?” I whispered in her ear. She told me, and I obliged.

I went to fucking town on her. I wanted very badly to pleasure her, to make sure that in her heightened hormonal state she’d be sent into a ecstasy. I started playing with her left nipple. It was rock solid and I rubbed it between my index finger and thumb to warm her up. She gasped when I started rubbing my tongue on her expanded areola, licking it in a circle until I reached her nipple. I started teasing with my tongue, then wrapped my lips around and started sucking. At the same time my right hand moved down to her pussy. Her clit was enormous, totally engorged and dripping wet. I started rubbing her gently and at this point her deep moans had become wails, screaming for me. I kept this up for a few minutes, sucking and rubbing, gradually picking up the pace as she got more excited. My hand was soaked from her ejaculate, and I began to properly penetrate her, my index and middle finger going from her clit to her swollen lips to inside her hole in and out, pleasuring her, exploring her, letting her get off on the sensual difference of each one in a steady rhythm, as my erection straddled her wide birthing hips, and she directing me on how to touch her. After a few minutes of this, I felt her pussy contracting in orgasm, wrapping around my index and middle finger as she made a puddle on the bed. We both panted as I slid my fingers out of her.

At this point, I was rock hard and ready to cum. We had talked before- she was a little nervous about having unprotected sex on the first time, so we were limited to foreplay, at least for now. We made out a bit more before I told her I had to cum. I started masturbating slowly with my wet hand, using her ejaculate as lube. She sidled up to me, her warm breasts oozing out onto my chest and her firm bump pressing against me. She kissed my cheek and took my wet cock in her hand as she started working me slowly. As I starter whimpering, she sped up and started whispering “Cum for mommy” low into my ear like a mantra. That finished me off- another tug and I exploded, gobs of semen shooting out as I writhed in pleasure.

After I came, we both relaxed and she started cuddling me. I loved feeling how big she was against me. She truly had a maternal warmth and glow, I felt so secure and loved in that moment.

We hooked up a few more times after that- I loved being her boy toy and keeping her hormonal desires satisfied.