Taboo 

We verified our human existence over a video call app. I was invited over the next evening.  

I picked up a selection of sweets- mini fruit tart, lemon meringue cup and chocolate mousse torte.  

I rang their apt. The elevator opened and there she was a lovely Mother-to-be. I waited eagerly for my entrance upon her permission.  
“Hello, you are hotter in person, ” she said.

“You are hotter, and thank you”. I felt a sudden rush of blood to my face, yet managed to regain my composure and the ability to walk to the steel passenger box.

I stole a look at her curves and blossoming bosom during the ascension. She caught my eyes and smiled. 
I was greeted by a tall devilishly delicious dark man, a stunning view of the city, wine and amazing board of charcuterie. He asked for my coat then untied my boots.  
They unselfishly attended to my needs then I watched as their bodies entwined above the sheets. She was hot and hormonal, on her knees mostly due to the miracle in utero. He had a thick, finely aging erect cock. I fed myself clumsily with my non-dominant hand so I could skillfully finger my cunt. Our eyes matched up, our moans in sync. I balanced the bowl of fresh whip on my dry palm and a fistful of strawberries. I fed her first then alternating bites as they fucked. He pulled out and I slathered whip onto his cock and balls. Momma spun on her knees and mid spin engulfed her manly dessert. He clasped a good head of hair and kept her focused on satisfying her sweet tooth.

To be continued…