Landlady's Baby Desire

The ache had stopped pretending to be anything but what it was. Naomi stood in her apartment with one hand braced on the kitchen counter and the other pressed low on her soft belly, and she let herself feel it. She was forty-eight, the landlady of a quiet building that smelled of lemon oil and old wood, and her body had settled into a lush, heavy shape she no longer apologized for: wide hips, thick thighs, a belly with a gentle curve, and breasts so massive they rested against her ribs and spilled from every bra she owned. For several months the tenant in the rear studio had been coming to her after dark. Xavier was twenty-four, broad through the shoulders, and hung so heavily that the first time she had taken him in her hand she had gone still, staring, her mouth dry. Their affair was secret. It had been heat, and then habit, and then something that frightened her more than either.

She loved him. She wanted his baby.

The want lived in her like a second pulse. Every time he fucked her and came deep, every time she clenched around him and felt the hot pulse of his seed and then watched him pull his jeans back on to slip down the hall, the ache sharpened into something close to grief. She was curvaceous and forty-eight and desperately in love with a well-hung young man who paid her rent, and she could not look at him anymore without imagining her body changed by him, her belly round, her huge tits heavier still, his child growing where he had filled her. The romantic tension of it sat between them even when they were only talking about a leaky faucet. Tonight she was done letting it sit.

She turned the lamps down and waited. When his knock came she opened the door before the sound finished. Xavier filled the frame in a gray T-shirt and dark jeans, twenty-four and freshly showered, his hair damp at the temples. His eyes dropped at once to her chest. She had not bothered with a bra. The thin blouse clung to the enormous weight of her tits, nipples already stiff, the deep valley between them flushed with heat. She saw his cock stir against his thigh, a thick length she knew by heart, and her cunt clenched so hard she had to grip the door.

"You gonna let me in," he said, low, "or you gonna stand there looking at me like that?"

"Get in here," Naomi said, and her voice broke on it.

She shut the door and the lock clicked, and the quiet of her rooms closed around them both.

He crossed the room in two strides. Naomi met him halfway and caught the front of his T-shirt in both fists, pulling him down until his mouth was a breath from hers. Up close he smelled like soap and warm skin. She looked into his eyes and held there, brown and steady and younger than hers by more than twenty years, and the words she had practiced came out raw.

"I love you," she said. "Xavier. I love you, and I want your baby. I want you to put a child in me. I have wanted it every time you have been inside me, and I cannot keep it in my mouth anymore."

His hands came up and framed her face, big and careful, thumbs at the corners of her mouth. For a second he only looked at her, and she felt the terror of having said it. Then he kissed her. Not the hungry kiss he usually started with. This one was slow. His mouth opened over hers and stayed, tongue sliding deep and unhurried. She made a sound into him and pressed closer, her massive breasts crushing against his chest, nipples dragging through cotton.

When he drew back his voice was rough.

"I love you too," Xavier said. "I have for weeks. I kept not saying it because you're my landlady and I'm twenty-four. I don't want to keep it only to fucking." His forehead rested against hers. His hands slid down her throat, over the heavy outer swell of her tits, and settled at her waist, possessive and shaking a little. "I want to breed you. I want to come in you until it takes. I want you carrying my baby, Naomi. Say it again so I know I heard you right."

"I love you," she whispered. "Breed me. Give me your baby. Please."

Something in him broke open at the please. He gathered her in, one arm around her back, the other low on her ass, and hauled her up against him until her feet barely held the floor. She could feel the full hard length of his cock through his jeans, enormous and hot, pressed to the soft give of her belly. Their mouths found each other again. The kiss turned deeper and slow, his tongue stroking hers while he rocked his hips and made her clit throb inside her panties. She clutched his shoulders. He groaned into her mouth when she rolled her hips to meet him.

"You're sure," he said against her lips, not a doubt, a need to hear it.

"I have never been more sure of anything," Naomi said. "I want your come in me. I want to feel you put it where it can grow. I love you. I love you."

He kissed her again, slower, one hand cupping the vast weight of one breast, thumb circling her stiff nipple until she whimpered. The other hand spread over her lower belly, right where the ache lived, and pressed, a promise. She covered that hand with hers and held it there. Their breathing synced. There was only his mouth, his cock hard against her, and his palm warm on the place she wanted filled.

"Then I'm going to take my time," Xavier said. "I'm going to love you while I do it. And I'm not pulling out. Not once."

She nodded, eyes wet, and kissed him like an answer.

Xavier undressed her as if the night belonged to them. His fingers worked the buttons of her blouse one by one, mouth following, kissing her throat, the upper swell of each massive breast, the warm crease beneath. When the blouse fell, her huge tits hung free, heavy and full, nipples dark and tight. He filled both hands with them, lifting, squeezing, thumbs dragging the peaks until she gasped, then buried his face in the soft abundance and sucked, tongue flicking one nipple and then the other, groaning against her flesh. Naomi's head fell back. She opened his jeans and pushed them down, and his cock sprang up against her wrist, massive, thick, the head already wet. She stroked him slow, root to tip, feeling the heavy veins and the throb in her fist while his mouth stayed on her tits, teeth gentle, one hand rolling a nipple, the other cupping her ass. Precum slicked her palm. She smeared it over him and squeezed, and he shuddered.

"Bedroom," he said against her skin. "I want you on your back. I want to watch your face when I put it in."

In the bedroom he peeled her skirt and panties down, mouth brushing her hip and the soft curve of her belly. She lay back bare, forty-eight and shining with want, breasts spread heavy to either side, cunt wet on her inner thighs. He stripped, and the sight of that enormous cock standing rigid made her ache. He climbed over her, dragged the slick head through her folds, slow, watching her eyes.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you," Naomi answered, and wrapped her legs around his waist, heels pulling him in. "Put it in. Give me your baby. I need you deep."

He pushed in with one long, deliberate stroke. The stretch stole her breath. He was so thick she opened around every inch until his hips met hers and the head kissed the deepest part of her. He stayed buried, forehead to hers, both of them shaking, her cunt fluttering around him.

"Move," she whispered. "Slow. Fill me. I love you. Breed me."

He drew back and sank in again, deep and unhurried, the wet sound obscene in the quiet. Each thrust was a full stroke, his cock dragging her front wall, nudging her cervix until her eyes rolled. She locked her ankles and met him, taking him to the root. His chest brushed her huge tits. He sucked a nipple while he fucked her, one hand squeezing the soft weight of her breast, worshipping it. She whispered against his ear, broken and honest, telling him she loved him, begging for his seed, begging him not to pull out, telling him she wanted his baby so badly she could not think. His rhythm stayed slow even as his breathing went ragged. She felt him swell, balls drawing up against her ass, her own orgasm rising in a long wave, clit grinding him on every stroke.

"I'm gonna come," he groaned. "I'm gonna fill you."

"Yes. Inside. All of it. Come in your landlady. Breed me. I love you."

He drove in to the hilt and held. The first hot jet struck deep, then another, thick spurts flooding her womb while he shuddered and groaned her name. She came with him, clenching, milking his pulsing cock, crying into his mouth. He did not pull out. He stayed buried and kept throbbing, so much come she felt it leak around his shaft. He rocked the last of it deeper. She held him with her legs and whispered that she wanted more.

He was still hard inside her soaked cunt.

"Again," she said. "Don't leave me."

"On your side," he murmured, kissing her mouth and the top of one enormous breast. "I'm not done breeding you."

He slipped out only long enough for her to roll, his come already sliding toward her thighs, then pressed in behind her, chest to her back, one hand filling itself with her tit, and pushed his cock back into her in a long slick glide. Spooned against him she felt even fuller. He fucked her slow, deep strokes that drew her back onto him, hips snug to her ass, thumb worrying her wet nipple.

"I love you," he said into her hair. "Still hard for you. Still full. I'm going to come in you again."

"Fill me over and over," she gasped. "I want so much of your come in my womb I can't hold it. Give me another. I love you. I want your baby."

His fingers found her clit and rubbed in lazy circles while his cock worked her creamy cunt. She came shaking, and the clench dragged him over. He pushed deep and stayed, grinding, and flooded her with a second thick load. Heat packed her. Overflow leaked around his shaft and coated his balls. His hand spread over her soft belly as he pumped the last of it in, still not leaving.

"Let me ride you," she begged. "Let me put it where I need it."

He rolled onto his back, cock shining with their come, still rigid and enormous. Naomi straddled him. Her huge tits hung in his face as she gripped his slippery shaft and sank down in one slow drop, taking every inch until she was seated to the root, stuffed so full she had to brace on his chest and breathe. He cupped both massive breasts, sucking one nipple and then the other while she began to ride. She rode him slow, a grind, up until the head nearly slipped free, down until he knocked the deepest part of her, clit dragging his pelvis, come smearing her thighs. She looked into his eyes.

"Watch me take your cock," she said. "Watch me work your come into my womb. I'm yours. Come in me again. I want all of it. I love you."

"I love you," Xavier said, voice breaking. "Ride me. I'm gonna breed you. I'm gonna fill this cunt until you're dripping for days. Milk me. Take every inch."

She came with his mouth on her tit and his cock buried deep, and the squeeze pulled him over with her. He grabbed her hips and held her down, grinding up, and came hard, a third thick flood pumping into her womb, so much it squelched out around his shaft and ran down over his balls. She stayed seated, rocking, feeling jet after jet, their bodies locked in a slow loving rhythm that did not stop when the peak passed. He kept her there. His hands roamed her tits and the place they joined, pushing leaked come back toward her entrance with two fingers while she kissed him and told him to keep it in, told him she wanted his child, told him she loved him.

He stayed buried. Naomi did not climb off. She settled her full weight on him, his cock stuffed to the root in her overflowing cunt, and they breathed together, her huge tits mashed to his chest. Xavier's hand slid down and stroked her belly, pressing where he had pumped her full, feeling his seed packed inside her. She kissed him, open-mouthed and messy, and he kissed her back, both of them still joined, come leaking around his shaft.

"I love you," he said, raw. "I want you pregnant. I'm staying in this cunt all night and filling you again."

"I love you," she said, clenching so more of his come squeezed out and ran down his balls. "Keep breeding me until it takes. I want your baby. I want another load before morning."

He gripped her ass and ground up into the mess, cock twitching in her flooded pussy, and kept her plugged on every inch.

"Take every drop I'm still pumping into this greedy cunt, because I'm going to breed you over and over until your womb is sloppy with my come and too full to do anything but catch."