“Let’s honest,” I said, running a hand of the bump beneath my belly button. &ldquo
“Let’s honest,” I said, running a hand of the bump beneath my belly button. “There’s no one under the age of 22 in this town who hasn’t been pregnant with Chris’ kid at some point.”“you think that makes this okay!?” My mother shreiked.“well it makes it normal. I’ll just go get an abortion.”“How long has it been since he fucked you?” Dad asked.“Five months, on and off. We’re still fucking. I’m heading around to his tonight. He even said he’d come to get the abortion with me next month.”“You fuckwit.” Dad muttered.“what?” I asked, I’d never heard Dad speak like that.“You can’t get an abortion past the fourth month.”Oh god. I cradled my gut, feeling where my slender frame met the swollen bump of Chris’s child. My phone buzzed: Chris had sent me a photo. It was him with a boner in his pants, and the message “If you come round now we could fit in four before midnight.”My ass quivered. My dick tenting my thin board shorts. I was having his baby, along with five other guys and girls I knew who were carrying his offspring. He’d just used me as an incubator. I fucking loved it. My Dads eyes went to my hardening dick. I let my hand slide from my belly to my lap, covering my arousal. I was a bred man now. I was a pussy wife. “Sorry, I gotta go.” I walked for the door.“Where?” Mum asked.“To fuck my baby’s daddy” -- source link