" Can you skip it?" Of course. I'm just trying to give you the guilts. Like a good wifeshould." I hate you," he grumbles."No you don't," I chirp."You'...re right. I don't."It's not quite what I want him to say. But it's as close as he gets.It was how I left him. Munching away on his crispy bacon, in hispyjamas, looking grungily handsome, when I retreated to the bathroomwith my pregnancy tests.*****'How will I tell him?' I ask myself, staring in the bathroom mirror.They were both positive. The two. Subconsciously my tongue was out licking his balls. I could see a sadistic smile on his face. Soon I started licking his balls when his dick was resting on my face.Then I started licking the entire length of his circumcised dick. He commented, “Lick it nicely, my bitch,” which sent chills down my spine. But I kept licking. I did not like the taste or smell of his hairy dick. But his hold over my hair and force of his hand made me surrender to him.In a few minutes, the tip of his dick was inside. Only they were fully soft. Two hard points jabbed through the now slack material. Before I attempted to fully remove both bra and blouse, I had to see my mother's erect nipples. I drew back and lifted the cream colored breast pockets. Mother grew tense, realizing her transformation had been interrupted. Before either of her personalities could decide to rebuke me, I fell to her titty and sucked in the hard knob crowning it. At the same time, I came in my pants.Mother's breath quickened and. "Have I complimented you on how sexy you look in that? Just a towel?" I grinned wolfishly, sending my idea across to her in the oblique manner.Her eyes widened again, but even as she recovered from the suggestion, she formulated an answer. "I don't think you have ever complimented me on what I wear, darling!" Well," I was getting bolder. "Let me start now. You look gorgeous with that wet look, you know. Kinda reminds me of Bali..."She batted her eyelids twice, telling me that she wasn't too.