Waiting Up

Story by Dragon Valor on SoFurry

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Emily and John were out late again. Celebrating, really. They have been doing that a lot since they found out Emily is pregnant. The problem is neither of them want to risk Emily's mother's wrath in coming home late and waking her up. So, like they do every late night, they decide to sneak into Emily's bedroom and continue their celebrating...

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Emily loved the feeling of the wind in her fur! She closed her eyes and leaned to the side to allow the wind rushing past them to rush over her. She would have spread her arms to either side if she weren't terrified she would fall off and die, so they remained wrapped around John's waist, keeping her safely situated on the back of his motorcycle.

She snuggled herself closer against his back, nestling the swell of her breast against his shoulder blades and the faint bump of their love against his lower back. She nuzzled into the dragon's neck and looked ahead at the road signs rushing past them in the small circle of light illuminating the night.

They'd gone out to see a movie, late showing. Very late showing. It was after midnight now and they were driving back to her house to cuddle. Probably not fool around, as much as she wanted to. They had class tomorrow. But fuck it, they were seniors. Why the hell not?

John's tail wrapped loosely around her waist, the only acknowledgement she got from her affections. Good thing too. He needed to pay attention to driving. They had to worry about more than just themselves now!

One of her hands loosened, ready to slide around him and press against the firm little bump in her lower belly. But she thought better of it. She would have more than enough time to do that later. Hell, nine months' worth of time!

As they came to the end of the driveway, her grip did loosen. John brought them to a stop then killed the engine. With a sad sigh, Emily climbed off of the back of the motorcycle and kissed her boyfriend's cheek. She always hated it when the ride inevitably came to an end. Without a word spoken between them, dragon and she-wolf started to walk down the driveway as quietly as they could. John pushed the motorcycle with practiced ease around all of the ruts and pot holes in the dirt road, Emily rubbed the bump barely swelling her tummy outward.

As they came to the end of the driveway, they hid John's bike on the side of the garage opposite the rest of the house where Emily's mother hopefully wouldn't see it when she left for work the next morning.

Emily giggled at the wickedness of it all. They were sneaking into her house so they wouldn't wake her mother up. They might even fuck in her bed as quiet as can be. That risk of being discovered, it was exciting! Hell, it was how their little 'problem' had arisen. She pressed her palm gently against the bump of her belly again and smiled.

She padded to the side of the house and John tip-toed behind her. There in the middle of the wall, a window had been left open just a crack. Just enough for them to get their fingers under it. Together, they very carefully lifted the window up and locked it open. Emily grinned wide as John got down and boosted her up through the opening. As careful of her belly as she could, she hefted herself through the hole and landed on the soft blankets of her bed that had been strategically been moved earlier in the school year.

She scrambled out of the way as John hauled himself through the window and onto the bed beside her. He turned as soon as he was inside and pushed the window back down. Emily giggled again and reached out to take his hands. She brought his fingertips to her lips and kissed each one in turn. "We made it!" she whispered.

"Of course we did," John said, leaning forward over her as she laid back. "We're getting pretty good at this."

She tried to stifle another giggle with her hands as she spread her legs wide for her draconic boyfriend. "Mom's none the wiser! We're so lucky she sleeps like a log!"

Just outside the bedroom door, a pair of ears listened intently. The she-wolf they belonged to smirked, idly rubbing her swollen belly. Sleeps like a log, indeed. She glanced down at her gravid middle and ran her fingers through the white fur there. This little guy rarely let her sleep through the night without kicking her in the bladder. Or the ribs. Or something else equally unpleasant.

On the other side of the door, Carol heard Emily gasp and give a moan muffled by something, probably her pillow. They had gone to great lengths to get the bed to stop squeaking, but the floor gave an unmistakable creak as the teenagers rutted inside.

She shuddered and one of the hands on her tummy dropped lower. Her fingers trailed over the thick sheathe hidden beneath the globe of her middle. It didn't take long to coax her cock out. The same cock that made Emily eighteen years ago.

She stroked herself from tip to unswollen knot. Up and down. Her fingers gently squeezed as her pace matched that of the creaking floor. Her hips rocked gently, thrusting her cock against her palm as a muffled squeal filtered through the door to her alert ears.

She'd wanted to chastise Emily the first time she heard the teenagers fucking in the middle of the night. But John was a good looking drake! Young Emily wasn't the only wolf bitch who liked watching that dragon's green scales ripple and flow with every movement. Football player. Big. Muscular. Healthy. She'd quickly grown enamored with John. It had gotten to the point she was dropping subtle hints that it was okay to invite her boyfriend over for dinner.

And afterward, when they thought they were being sly and snuck off to fuck, Carol would paw off, much like she was now.

Emily's muffled voice started to grow. Carol couldn't make out what she was saying, but she heard two syllables again and again. It wasn't hard to guess what it was. She imagined her daughter flat on her back, her legs wrapped around the dragon boy's hips as he pounded her tiny twat. Emily's hands were up, clutching a pillow over her face to keep her screams of 'Harder! Harder! Harder!' quiet.

The syllables became unintelligible sounds soon enough and Carol knew she had just cum, milking her boyfriend for every drop. For all the good it would do. The damage was already done! A few moments or even a couple minutes later, John would cum too with a deep rumbling in his chest. John was very good at keeping quiet, a skill Emily lacked.

With as much practice as their little ritual had become, Carol turned and pranced down the hall, avoiding all the little spots that creaked or groaned. With the same practiced ease the teenagers took to get into Emily's bedroom, Carol danced through the house to her own. She closed the door, leaving it open just a crack, and laid herself down on the bed. With more effort than she would have liked, she rolled her boulder of a belly over and settled herself comfortably on her back.

"Much better," she whispered, caressing the globe rising up between her laden breast and her prize. While one hand continued rubbing and caressing her belly, the other curled around her cock again and started rubbing.

More than once, she had wanted to watch the two teenagers going at it. She wanted to open the door a crack and peek in. She imagined seeing Emily on her back, her legs wrapped tightly around John, pillow once again clutched over her muzzle. John would be fucking her without mercy, making her boobs bounce obscenely with every thrust into the young she-wolf.

Carol stifled a moan and thrust up against her stroking palm. Faster and faster she moved her hand. She could feel her knot beginning to swell. A deep moan rumbled in her chest and she lifted a hand to her belly. She hadn't expected the swell to be such an erogenous zone for her, but touching her tummy had very nearly the same effect as squeezing her boobs.

Something warm and tight wrapped around her knot and it swelled to its full size. She gasped and arched her back off the bed. Her cock spasmed, spraying her hot seed into the air to land on her belly and coat her stroking hand.

As she came down from her high, the bed shifted and warm breath washed over her neck. She smiled and turned her head to kiss the adolescent whose hand gently squeezed her knot. "Done already?"

"Fucked her so hard she passed out," John said as he buried his muzzle in her neck.

Carol smirked and rolled her eyes. "I'm sure you did," she said, reaching to take his hand from her knot. She guided his digits down to her dripping slit and sighed softly. "Well, whatever you did, you took your sweet time, didn't you? Mama's been waiting."

"Sorry, not sorry?" John asked as his lips trailed over her collar bone and began to scale the swell of her laden breast.

She cradled his head in her hands and explored the horns atop his emerald crown. A soft moan escaped her lips as his lips closed around her sensitive peak. She closed her eyes and arched her back, pressing her bust into him as she did. "It's not nice to keep me waiting. Em isn't the only one who wants that knot of yours filling her up."

"She wouldn't let me knot her," John admitted. "Afraid I'd hurt the baby."

"Well, I can promise you what wont happen," she said, lifting her head to watch the drake kiss up along her massive globe. Her heart melted when he turned and pressed his ear against her tummy, more so when she felt his chest gently rumble in what she could only describe as a purr.

"Hello, little ones," John cooed and nuzzled against her belly.

She smiled and ran her soft, furred hands over the smooth scales of his head. "They were doing cartwheels earlier, when I heard your bike at the end of the driveway. They missed their daddy."

He hummed thoughtfully and slowly maneuvered himself between her legs, which she spread eagerly for him. "I missed them. Why don't I give them a little present?" he asked as he rubbed her dripping pussy with his hot, firm dick.

She nodded and ran her hands over the taut flesh of her middle, leaving a trail of electricity popping where her hands passed over the sensitive flesh. "I think you've kept all of us waiting long enough."

She didn't have to wait any longer. Each of John's ridges along the length of his dragonhood rushed into her, stretching her sensitive flesh. She gasped and the corners of her muzzle curled into a smile. A deep, heady moan slid from her throat like silk and she curled her legs around John's waist, much like she imagined Emily had.

"I've missed this. Don't wait another week to sneak Em back home."

The drake was hardly in any condition to speak. He was growling and rumbling as he drew his length out of her. Every ridge gave a nearly audible pop as it left her body. Then he was rushing back into her, filling every crevice inside. As he hilted himself, he threw his head back and snarled.

Another soft moan left her lips and she lifted her hands to curl in the blankets on either side of her head. "You don't have to be gentle, little drake. My first boyfriend in high school was a clydesdale."

Granted Hank never put a foal in her, not like John had that first time she'd seduced him. They'd been careful back then. She and John, not so much. She didn't have anything to hide from anyone. Not even Emily. As far as her daughter knew, Carol'd had a one-night-stand with a coworker. Or another student at their school. It didn't matter. She was oblivious.

Without having to be told twice, John started to slam his hips against her own. He growled and snarled, baring his sharp teeth every time their hips audibly slapped against one another. Carol watched his wings spread wide above them as he rutted her like a wild animal and smiled. "That's a good boy," she moaned.

Her breast and belly rocked, bouncing on her chest and swaying heavily every time her body was pushed forward. Her heels rested gently at the base of his tail, enjoying the feelings of the muscles rippling beneath his scaled hide with every thrust and withdrawl. He was a fine athlete and had the muscle mass to prove it! She licked her lips and smiled warmly. "Good boy," she cooed as she felt his knot start to swell. "Fill mama up."

Sooner than she would have liked, she felt his knot grow and grow, quickly taking a shape she'd hoped wouldn't stretch her for at least a half hour. She lifted her hands from the sheets and interlaced their fingers. She smiled wide and gave his hands a squeeze as the first wave of heat rushed into her belly. She moaned deeply, watching her belly swell just a little more. It was a good thing she couldn't get more pregnant. More pups, or chicks, inside her plus their weekly cum baths would have made her pop months ago.

John collapsed on top of her, panting and exhausted. She cradled him against herself for several moments as he recovered then shifted her weight to one side. As John rolled off of her belly onto the bed beside her, she rolled with him with a practiced ease on par with all of the sneaking that had taken place earlier in the night.

Straddling his hips, she smiled down at him and curled her fingers against the leathery scales on his broad chest.

"We aren't done, little drake." She pulled herself off of his deflating knot and lifted her heavy body almost off of him. When he threatened to pop free of her, she slowly lowered again, feeling every ridge of his hot meat rub her in new ways. She stared down into his eyes, a smile ever present on her lips as she slowly rode him.

John bucked against her, thrashing wildly against the bedding. Poor drake. He'd gotten off, but she'd barely given him enough time to fully recover before she tried to finish, herself. He was probably still so sensitive. Her smile softened lightly and she reached down to take his hands.

She kissed each of his fingertips gently as her hips stilled, pressed tightly against his own. A moment. She would give him a moment.

After the moment had passed, she pressed his hands to her laden breast and started to ride him again.

"You cant just fill mama up and leave her unsatisfied, little drake," she cooed. "I hope you don't leave Em unsatisfied." The words rebounded and smacked her in the face as soon as they left her lips. She rolled her eyes and smirked. "Of course you don't, I can almost hear her on this side of the house even when you guys are being quiet."

John just growled, bucking up against her rocking hips. Silly boy. This was part of the reason she loved that Emily was dating him. He turned into an animal in bed. Literally. When he had a hot pussy wrapped around his cock, he couldn't barely think straight! She smiled down at him and gyrated her hips a little. "Getting our energy back are we?"

She climbed off of him with a little gasp as his length fell free of her dripping insides. She had to move fast, she knew. As fast as she could in her condition. How Emily's mother tolerated this, she never knew, but now she was starting to understand the complaints that oft came with it.

As carefully as she could, carol laid on her side beside John and lifted her leg. John wasted no time. He clambered between her legs, lifting the top one up along his chest so he could enter her. He held onto her leg for dear life, even using her limb as leverage to pound his cock into her again.

As she started rocking against the bed again, she smiled and reached down to run her fingers over his chest and six pack. "That's better. Now don't stop until mama tells you."

Just outside the closed bedroom door, Emily sat with her back against the wall. Her legs were spread wide and her knees bent so her feet could press flat against the floor. She listened to her mother and her boyfriend inside. Mom always seemed so calm. Collected. John, she knew, was wild in bed. It was why she loved him. He'd fuck her brains out like a wild beast without a second thought. Then he'd sneak away when he thought she was asleep and fuck Mom.

She'd been disappointed that Mom got knocked up first, but now that her own belly was swelling, she didn't care.

She buried her fingers in her sopping twat, frigging herself with the same mercy she knew John was showing her mother. She let her head rest back against the wall she sat against and jammed her free arm into her muzzle. She moan against herself and rubbed her clit with her thumb.

"Good boy," she heard her mother say on the other side of the door. "Fill mama again. Give mama more cum."

Emily spit her arm out and stifled a whimper. She imagined the scene inside, her mother's heavy body bouncing erratically against John's wild fucking. Her belly growing with even more cum being pumped into her. She wanted to watch, to see it in person, but she was afraid it would all come crashing down if she did.

So all she could do was imagine her boyfriend's knot swelling inside of her mother's pussy as he came inside her again. "Good boy," she whispered as her body quaked with orgasm. "Fill mama up..."