The Family Pet Ch. 04

This was their second ultrasound and Amy was surprisingly calm according to Paula, more than most expectant mothers in the second trimester were. Taylor on the other hand was less calm. She was gripping Amy's hand tight with stress. Not being in control for a change was killing her and she hated that she couldn't help Amy bear the load. On some days Taylor would fuss so much, Amy would snap but today she was oddly serene and just found the whole thing amusing. She squeezed her hand and Taylor jumped, looking down at her alertly.

'Hey, relax. Everything's going to be fine.' Taylor nodded and gave what was meant to be a reassuring smile. Paula busied away, then got back to scanning her belly.

'So Amy, will the father be joining us today?' Amy was slightly taken aback by the intrusion.

'Erm, no, he won't be.'

'That's a shame. Well in many senses the Father is always here for you, so take comfort in that.'

Amy rolled her eyes, this was just what they needed. Taylor caught her eye and Amy winked at her playfully. That against the odds, got a little giggle from Taylor and her nerves began to settle slightly. Paula's voice dragged on.

'Well, at least you have your... friend here to support you.'

Her eyes seemed to linger on the way Taylor was holding Amy's hand, and the blonde immediately stiffened at that. Before Amy could signal for her to just leave it, she had quipped.

'Actually I'm her girlfriend!'

The words came out over-loud and fast, defensively. Amy knew she should have been annoyed with this busybody but she just laid back and let it happen. Taylor was bristling. Paula didn't acknowledge it for a few seconds, and didn't seem to want to, before replying.

'I see. So are we finding out the sex of the child today?'

Taylor turned to look at Amy half-heartedly. She had been nagging her for weeks to let her find out, but Amy called the shots with the baby. When they woke up next to each other, Taylor would whisper in her ear, trying to persuade her. As they sat in their tiny kitchenette eating breakfast, Taylor would beg her.

One night as Amy sat propped up on the couch with her big belly watching junk TV, Taylor refused playfully to get the groceries unless she relented to let her find out, Amy shrugged and said she'd go herself. At that, Taylor had immediately sat her back down and told her not to lift a finger then rushed out to get whatever she had been craving that week, fish fingers and custard or something. So when Paula asked the question, Amy's response took her aback.

'We'd love to, please.'

Taylor beamed and clutched her hand tighter with joy. Amy grinned at her cheekily. Her eyes shouted 'Surprise!' Paula stood up and said she would have to take the results to be processed with the doctor across the hall. She waddled out the room and the door swung shut behind her. They both watched her go, Taylor tiptoeing over to make sure she had gone and then returning to Amy who was lying on the medical reclining chair, complete with stirrups. Amy didn't say anything, just stuck out her tongue devilishly.

'You cheeky bitch! Why didn't you tell me? You had me slaving away!'

'Hehe, I wanted it to be a surprise!'

Taylor didn't know what had gotten into Amy today, she was all giggles and smiles, compared to yesterday's tantrum over her size. Nothing was bothering her today though, not even that judgemental nurse.

'What's got into you today? I want some of it.' Amy giggled and squirmed a little in the chair.

'Haha, I don't know. I've got so much excess energy and I feel so giggly. It must be my pregnancy glow. Just relax, baby.'

'I'm trying but that homophobic Jesus freak is putting me on edge. Who the fuck does she think she is?'

Amy spread her legs and placed them in the stirrups at either side, tugging at Taylor's arm gently.

'Fuck her. And more importantly, fuck me, you know that's the ultimate way to get to her.'

'Here, Amy, no! We're in the middle of the hospital, for crying out...'

Amy tugged at her arm harder and pouted.

'Pleasssssse. My hormones are sending me crazy, crazy horny. I need your tongue in me... it's not for me, it's for the baby!'

Taylor rolled her eyes at that excuse. Amy had been incredibly sexual this past week. At 4am the other night, she had woken up to find a sleeping Amy humping her leg like a dog, her baby bump digging into her back. All she wanted to do was fuck even though Taylor was working all the time to make some extra cash.

Amy went to a special store to get herself a preggy babydoll, pink, lacy and floaty and had got on all fours and begged Taylor to fuck her that night. She had just got back from her shift at Sarah's bar and before that she had been doing some temp work in an office all day. All she had wanted was sleep. But seeing Amy on all fours like that, bump and all, all she could do was fall to the floor too and kiss those swollen lips...

'Pleasssse!' Taylor turned to the door, which remained shut, and made up her mind.

'OK, OK, but we have to be quick. No tender loving for you!'

'Good, I just want to be fucked.'

Amy couldn't suppress a girlish giggle and spread her legs even wider in the stirrups, eagerly. Taylor walked round to her gaping legs and fell to her knees. Fuck, this was risky, they could be walked in on at any time. Was that why Amy was so wet, she wondered. Her Amy, the kinky exhibitionist. On her knees, she peered up Amy's skirt and got a surprise when she saw Amy's swollen labia winking back at her.

'No panties, really? You planned this all along?'

'What can I say, I'm a desperate pregnant slut who needs instant release!'

Taylor smirked at that and crawled forward on her knees, lifting the skirt over her head and kissing Amy's lips for the second time that day. And it was only 11am. Her skirt tucked over her blonde hair, she lovingly ran her tongue up and down Amy's lips while her hands traced little circles on her spread thighs. She heard Amy moan gently, and hoped she didn't get any louder if she wanted to remain secret.

Her tongue flattened when it reached her clit which produced another moan, then rolled into a curved point, running down and parting her outer lips, finding her hole and sinking in softly. She purred at that and Taylor felt Amy's hands come down and find her own, fingers entwining.

As Taylor's tongue moved into and with her body, she gripped her hands tight and moved them up to her stomach and her bump, laying their hands together on it. That felt good. She didn't quite know why, but that felt so good like they were both connected with something bigger. Her skirt was rising up and down as Taylor's head jutted in and out of her, her cunt walls gripping her tongue and needing it deeper, harder, faster. She let out a little moan as Taylor picked up the pace then dropped it again, her tongue coming out and her mouth lovingly attending to her clit.

When Taylor sucked it into her mouth slowly, she gasped for breath and then let it all out when she released it and flicked it again with her tongue. Amy's hands still rested over Taylor's on her baby belly and just as Taylor was about to slide her tongue in again, simultaneously, they both felt the tiniest little stirring, an ever so faint kick. Their first baby kick. Amy's skirt flopped upwards and Taylor's blonde hair appeared followed by her smiling face. She had a look of joyful wonder.

'Did you feel that?'

Amy nodded happily and squeezed their hands together harder. Taylor was lost for words but a horny Amy croaked.

'Please, finish me off, please...'

But just as Taylor nodded and went to move her head, there was a sudden noise and the door was flung open. In came Paula and a short balding man in a white coat. Amy kicked her feet out of the stirrups fast as lightning, but flailed comically. Taylor jumped back, crouching still and quickly stuttered.

'I just dropped a nickel.'

The nurse tutted to herself and rolled her eyes, but the bald man didn't seem to notice, he looked about eighty. In his hands, he held a piece of paper and was studying it intently. Amy flattened down her skirt and lay back, looking at the doctor nervously while Taylor stood up. Looking at that piece of paper which would change everything, she remembered the conversation they'd had in the car on the way here.

'So say you do finally let me know the sex hypothetically...'

'Which isn't going to happen, Tay...'

'Which isn't going to happen but hypothetically would you want a boy or a girl?'

'I dunno, maybe a boy. I was always more of a tomboy myself. And girls are more hassle they say, especially teenagers. Besides if it's a girl we'll only end up fucking her.'

She laughed nervously and Taylor replied.

'I dunno, I kinda want a girl. Another little you running around... she'll be the cutest little girl ever!'

Amy had blushed in the car and she blushed thinking it now. Taylor walked round and held her hand comfortingly again and the two lovers waited for the doctor to speak. After an age, he lifted his head and simply spoke.

'It's a girl. Congratulations! You're free to go now.'

He turned to go and Paula followed him, whispering some complaints in his ear about unruly, disgusting behaviour but they didn't care. They both looked each other with wide eyes, lost for words. All Amy could think to do was pull Taylor's shirt and pull her down for a soft kiss on the lips. Taylor reciprocated then broke away, and said.

'I can't believe it we're having a little girl. What's so funny, honestly?'

'Nothing... it's just, you taste of me.'

Taylor smiled, embarrassment filling her face.

'Are you disappointed?'

'No of course not. I don't care if it's a boy or girl. What matters is that she's gonna be ours. Our little family.'

That made Taylor smile the most she had all year. She helped Amy out of the chair and they walked out of the hospital arm in arm, just thinking of what was to come. As they got in the car to drive off, Amy remarked.

'Well, I guess Calvin is out the window then. Karen it is!'

***

'Wow, eighteen years. How can Karen be eighteen all ready?'

Neither of them spoke for a moment, both pondering the thought wistfully. Amy broke the silence.

'Shall we ask her tomorrow then?' Taylor bit her nip and nodded. They both look at each other across the pillows, apprehensive and excited.

'Tomorrow it is then. Night, night.'

She switched off her beside lamp and rolled over in the darkness. Amy wrapped her arms around her and they both drifted off to sleep. Obscene and disturbing visions filled Amy's dreams that night. Karen and Taylor were naked and kissing softly on a red four poster bed.

Karen's little brown bush, like that of her birth mother, was rubbing gently against Taylor's shaved cunt. As they canoodled, Karen absentmindedly rang a bell by the bed and in she came herself, dressed in a black and white frilly maid's uniform that left little to the imagination. She had bigger boobs, but they often were in her dreams, and for once they were popping out of her chest. In the dream, she was handcuffed and possibly gagged.

Yes she was gagged, the dream had changed, and suddenly she had Karen's stuffed pink bear from when she had been a child stuffed in her mouth. Then the focus swivelled and in her sleep, Amy pictured Karen and her mom scissoring vigorously screaming so loud that the real Taylor could have probably heard lying next to her. The maid fell to her knees and crawled over eager to join in, but then bizarrely Karen's legs actually did become scissors and they started chopping at her, forcing her away while Taylor laughed.

She recoiled to fall back on the floor but now the floor wasn't there and she was falling back, back into darkness, into a hole and she was falling, falling and falling... like Alice down the rabbit hole. In the darkness, feminine hands appeared, one with Karen's favourite red nail polish and another pair with Taylor's purple preference.

The floating hands tugged and pulled at her maid's outfit, ripping it apart until she was naked. Her huge breasts began to shrink until there was nothing there but flat nipples and through the darkness, she heard humiliating shrieks of laughter and all she wanted to do was hide her chest. Still she fell through the blackness...

But now it was pink and she could see the walls of the tunnel, fleshy and alive like the walls of her own pussy. She was so turned on as she fell that her own juices were splashing around mid-air and she realised, she was falling down through a vagina. Then before she even realised it, she hit the end of the well and landed on something that pierced right through her like she had fell on a spike.

Something hard, long and thick entered her. She screamed in pain at the height of the fall and realised she had a penis inside her. She turned around to see the penis was attached to Karen. She gasped in horror as Karen started to fuck her with her man's dick, bouncing her mom on her lap from behind, but her woman's tits were still pressing into her back. Among the hard pounding, Amy tried to plead...

'Where am I?' Karen continued her relentless assault on her cunt, precum leaking on her lips.

'Well Mommy, we're in your womb!'

A loud voice rung out, echoing around everywhere. It was Taylor's from a conversation they'd had long, long ago.

'But hypothetically would you want a boy or a girl... girl... girl... girl?' It echoed off, getting quieter and quieter. With every echo of 'girl', Karen's nipples seem to press more into her back as her tits swelled to an impossible size. Amy's voice boomed back in reply.

'I dunno, maybe a boy... boy... boy... boy... boy?'

On every 'boy', somehow Karen's cock grew thicker and longer, to an uncomfortable level. Amy was stretched to the point of extreme pain and yelled out. Karen continued as her member nearly broke her mother's body. She gunned away, her orgasm building, the veins on her dick throbbing as semen bubbled into the surface.

'Hold on Mommy, I'm cumming.' Blood was pouring from Amy's slit now as she was well and truly wrecked by the cock which was now over a footlong and nearly as wide. She felt hot jets of cum stream into her, filling her up, already shooting out her cunt from maximum capacity.

Karen yanked it out and grabbed it in two hands, twisting her hands up and down, shooting her cum all over her Mom, over her belly, her non-existent tits and her face. Spunk glued up Amy's eyes. When she prised them open, suddenly her tits were growing again but so was her belly. Karen stood up and laughed at her mother who looked terrified.

'Mmm, the thought of getting forcibly taken like that turns you on, doesn't it Mommy? Look how wet you are.' She pointed but it wasn't down at her cunt. It was behind her, to a tidal wave of female cum that was coming towards both of them. It was her own wetness in her own cunt. She stared at it terrified. Again Taylor's voice from a distant memory boomed around the walls as the wave piled nearer.

'Come on Amy, you can do it! Push! It's coming!'

Karen turned to look at the wave, then back to her mom and winked.

'Pregnant again, you fucking whore? Looks like that's my cue!' She fell to her knees and started licking her own man cum from her mom's cunt and then started to lick inside her walls then suddenly, somehow, impossibly her head was all the way inside the gaping slit until she clambered inside fully. Amy's belly swelled to a full baby bump and now Karen was inside, the wave hit! She was swept along in a stream of her wetness, towards the light, hurtling towards Taylor's voice, saying PUSH!

'BANG!'

Amy woke up with a jolt! Sweat was trickling down her brow and she was breathing intensely. She was breathing for dear life and even though she was only in bed, in her suburban home her adrenalin was off the chart. Taylor was sleeping softly beside her, oblivious to the loud noise that had just woken her up and taken her from the clutches of that dream. Or was it a nightmare?

The images had been horrible and sordid yet sexual and depraved. Her thighs were hot and sticky and there was a wet patch where she'd been sleeping. It took her five seconds to process what had happened and to convince herself nothing was real. Her hand subconsciously grabbed her left boob. Normal sized, thank God. That had been horrible, she thought. Trying to focus on anything but that dream, another pressing thought came to her. What was that banging?

With that realisation, she was now fully awake and alert. Could it be a burglar? Should she wake Taylor? What was it? Slipping out of bed naked, she grabbed her robe and hastily tied it on. Tiptoeing over to the door not making a sound on the creaky floorboard, she waited with baited breath for any clues of what lay behind the door. Her heart was beating even faster now, but somehow she managed to keep her cool and just listen.

There was definitely someone moving slowly outside. Shutting her eyes and praying to God that she stayed quiet, she opened the door by a millimetre crack and peered out into the hallway. What she didn't expect to see was Karen wandering around naked in the hallway.

When Karen was just starting high school or just before a big test, Tay and Amy had caught her a few times sleepwalking in the night, in her pyjamas, trying to go downstairs to her school bag to find a book or something to calm her nerves. It had seemed sweet at first until Karen would wake them up late at night banging her door open loudly and walking on oblivious.

It was linked to nerves or tension, the doctors had told them. But that had all stopped when Karen had really hit puberty and developed a supreme confidence similar to Taylor's. Since then though, Karen had clearly regressed tonight and what surprised Amy more was that Karen had obviously taken to sleeping naked though.

A good mother wouldn't watch, stare and ogle but Amy was hardly a good mother by most standards. As her daughter slowly dragged her feet across the hallway, naked as the day she was born Amy couldn't help herself.

Reckoning she probably wouldn't notice in her comatose state, she switched her bedroom light on and pushed the door open a little further. The light from her room poured out of the crack and illuminated Karen some more. Her comely body could be seen more clearly now, Amy was glad to see.

With the light suddenly on, Taylor groaned as she was forced to open her eyes with the brightness. She moaned and swore under her breath. Amy shushed her, placing her finger on her lips and silently beckoned her over eagerly. Taylor sat up in her bed and rolled her eyes, confused as to what the hell was going on.

Amy was gesturing madly with a big grin on her face but still focusing on silence. Bemused and grumpy, Taylor rolled out of bed and slowly walked over. When Amy stepped aside for Taylor to glance through the crack, the sight of her nude daughter sleep walking down the hall instantly sent erotic jolts through her and she could feel her pussy squirm.

The two lesbian mothers just gawped at what a beautiful body their daughter had. They had seen her naked as a child but not for many years. Since then her breasts had grown to a nice, firm size, big enough for Amy to just about cup with her small hand with beautiful brown nipples to compliment them. Her brown locks fell down past her shoulder, resting just above the curve and swell of her bosom.

Brown hair was also apparent in a little triangle just above her mound, just as it had in Amy's dream. Her waist was tiny but her hips were wider than expected, curvy and toned. They could just about make out her ass, looking as toned as ever. But it was her pink pussy they couldn't get enough of most of all. The outer pink lips seemed swollen. Apart from that little triangle, she was completely shaved or was it waxed? And from the way the bedroom's light glanced off it, it was unmistakeable... she was dripping wet.