This choice: Sandra's mom came home. And she's pregnant too! • Go Back...Chapter #10Sandra's mom came home. And she's pregn... by: WillyTheKid   <My mother, Barbara is 8 ½ months pregnant as well>
James and Sandra heard the garage door open and close. Three minutes later, the back door opened.
“Hi you two!!” Barbara said, cheerily. She was 43 years old, but could easily be mistaken for a woman in her late 20's or early 30's. And just like Sandra had written, her very swollen belly was stretching out the front of her business suit. Sandy got up off the couch to hug her mother hello. When James walked over to greet her, she had a stern look on her face.
“Sandy! How many times am I gonna have to tell you I don't want that gorilla in my house!!”
James immediately crouched down and began walking on his knuckles and grunting.
“Kerchak!! Down!!” Barbara said.
James then, skittered across the kitchen and got a banana off the counter. He then climbed up on one of the chairs and began eating it.
“Aw mom! Can't I keep him??”
“Ask your father dear...”
The three of them burst out laughing.
“Jimmy, I needed that after the day I had.”
“Rough day?”
“Horrible. It's hard enough running the company with your dad out of town on a normal day. And usually I can do it with one hand tied behind my back. It's damn near impossible to do as an almost 9 month pregnant woman. I spent half the day in the bathroom! This little punk was pressing on my bladder all damn day. And when he wasn't doing that, he was doing back-flips like he was some kind of Olympic gymnast!”
“You should be glad mom. That means the fight is almost over.”
“Yeah, I know. I just wish he'd hurry the hell on up and get out here! Damn your father and that bottle of Mer lot....”
James and Sandy began laughing and Barbara soon joined in.
“Well frankly, I can't wait to meet my new brother-in-law.” James said, rubbing Barbara's belly.
“If you want to make yourself useful, stop rubbing my stomach and rub my feet!”
James and the two women walked into the living-room and helped them onto the sofa. He then propped up Barbara's feet on an ottoman and began giving her feet a massage. Barbara quickly felt the tension in her body melt away. She look down at him.
“James if you were 10 years older or I was 5 years younger, this would be YOUR baby I am carrying!”
James grinned as he continued her massage.
Ten minutes later, James was done and Barbara heaved a sigh of contentment.
“Sandy. I'm sorry but I'm keeping him! Go find yourself a new boyfriend!”
“Forget it!! I let him knock me up. He's takin' responsibility for this kid!”
“Don't I get a say in this?”
“NO!” the women replied simultaneously.
James grinned.
“Anyway, I'll let you borrow him for now. I'm going upstairs to change and then Skype my baby-daddy.”
“Ok.”
James got up to sit next to Sandy.
“Where are you goin'?”
“Gonna sit-”
“No pal!! You did too good a job! I'm too relaxed to walk now! You're CARRYING me upstairs!”
James laughed and slid his arms underneath Barbara. He then hoisted her up off the couch and headed for the staircase.
“Hey you big ape! I sat back and let you play “footsie” with my mom. I don't want any hanky-panky out of you two!”
“I'll try to resist the urge to tear off your mother clothes and ravish her body.”
“Hey, let's not be too hasty now...”
After James got back down, he sat next to Sandy.
“Ahem???”
“What?”
Sandra swung her feet into James' lap.
“You did such a fantastic job on my mom's feet, where's mine? Put those magic hands to work massage monkey!”
“Foot massage don't come cheap you know! I want something in return!”
“I already said yes AND I'm carrying your kid. What else do you want? A blow-job?”
“How about some food?”
“Chinese?”
“Sounds good.”
“MOM!! WE'RE ORDERING CHINESE!!”
“SWEET AND SOUR PORK AND A SIDE OF NOODLES PLEASE!!” came the reply from upstairs.
“OKAYYY!!!”
Sandra dialed the restaurant and placed the order. An hour later there was a knock on the door.
“Thirty-five bucks please.”
“Sandra...”
“Hey, YOU'RE the 60 million-dollar man!”
James reached into his wallet and pulled out a fifty dollar bill.
“I don't have change for that.”
“Keep it bro.”
“Thanks a lot!!”
James puts his and Sandra's food on the coffee table and then takes Barbara's food upstairs to her. He finds her lying in bed with her tablet propped up on her stomach having a Face-time chat with her husband Paul. Her face was flushed and her knees were crossed tightly at the ankles. James opened the door and quietly came in. As soon as Barbara saw him she regained her composure and sat up.
“Brought your food.”
“Thanks sweetie. Put in on the nightstand for me.”
“Sweetie? What going on over there? You flirting with my wife punk?”
“When the cat's away Paul....” James replied, grinning.
“How are you, Jim? Those two aren't running you ragged are they?”
“Nah. Nothing I can't handle.”
“Heard about your getting drafted. Congratulations dude!!”
“Thanks. And thank you for your company providing our college team with that new equipment.”
“You didn't think I knew my son-in-law was going to be a football star. It was easy to get my board of directors to approve that new training equipment and software. Especailly after I let them test it for themselves.” Paul replied, showing off his own muscular physique. Barbara felt herself getting aroused again as she watched her husband's thick, bulging pecs threaten to burst the buttons off his shirt.
“Well the school will be thankful for your contribution for years to come.”
“Yeah...no problem. Well it was good to see you and all but now take a hike. I wanna finish having cyber-sex with my wife.”
“Later Paul...”
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