Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

“Good. It’s a lovely farm you’ve got, I’d love to stick around a while,” he said, and I swear I could see a glint of somethin’ in his eyes.

I wanted to ask him more, about himself, about what brought him out my way, but it was hard. Impossible.

I was instead lost in his beautiful eyes, and the little hidden hint of something. The little bit that I wanted to ask about but didn’t have words for.

I didn’t have no pa to ask what his intentions were with me.

So instead we ate supper together until he’d polished off every last morsel and left the chicken a rather bare set of bones for me to toss. As I tidied up, he got up and stretched, makin’ that broad body of his bulge and present to me in such a tantalizin’ display.

“You wanna watch some TV?” I asked him hopefully.

“I wouldn’t mind,” he began, lowering his arms back down, “but it’s been a long day, and I really need to make up for some lost sleep. Been on the road for a long while.”

I’ll admit, I was a might disappointed with that then and there.

But what could I say other than a soft, “Alright, maybe tomorrow then. The sun saps my strength like you wouldn’t believe.”

I got up, beginning to clear the table so he wouldn’t see the stormclouds over my eyes.

“Where’s my room again?” he asked, but of course, I didn’t show it to him a first time yet.

“Oh, right, yea,” I said, setting the dishes aside and leading him towards the stairs. The wooden staircase was old and worn, but it was sturdy even with the creaking it made as I stepped on it.

The guest room was right next to mine, and I’d just done it up with fresh sheets and pillowcases. I opened the door, showing him the simple room, dresser and mirror on one wall, bed on the other with a large window looking out over the fields.

“I’m just right next door if you need for anything. Wake up at dawn, you know, to fulfill the stereotypes,” I say, trying to keep it light.

It earned a genuine chuckle from him though, and he smiled at me. A big, broad smile that showed off his handsome face.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be up bright and early to get the work done,” he said. “Thanks so much for giving me a chance,” he added on, looking at me as we stood there in the hallway.

I knew I’d been wrong about him a little bit. He appreciated the things I’d done for him, no word of a lie. I smiled, tilting my head down and brushing some hair from my cheekbone, tucking it behind my ear.

“Well we’re all part of society, and we gotta look out for each other, you know?”

“Damn straight,” he said to me, hands on his hips as he flashed me a wink. “And don’t worry, I just need to catch up on some lost sleep, tomorrow I’ll be right as rain,” he pledged, as if he was readin’ my mind.

I gave a small smile, hope eking its way into my expression.

“Sure, well, I’ll keep the TV low and all that, don’t you worry none, and will be quieter than a mouse when I come to bed.”

“No need to put yourself out on my account, I’m a heavy sleeper,” he said, and though he was honest to a point, the events of that night proved he had a certain weakness to being disturbed by certain sounds.

A dull night of watchin’ TV by myself again, and tendin’ to ma on the off chance she needed it, ended much as all my other nights had. I headed up to bed alone, passin’ off Asher’s guest room to the sound of silence.

I went to bed, and it weren’t nothin’ to recollect on any further.

Though in the middle of the night, I awoke to the sound of someone movin’ about.

I got up, threw on my bath robe and went out to take a peek. There I saw someone movin’ on down the hall, faint an’ ghostly, like they was creepin’ on by.

With someone I didn’t know in the house, I s’pose I shoulda been worried, but truth of the matter was I was only a lil’ bothered. So I came on out, made my way quietly to the halfway point, just a couple meters away from the figure, an’ very quietly twisted the switch on the lamp in the hall, sheddin’ some light on the situation.

There before me was the weathered figure of my ma, shufflin’ around lost as can be.

“Ma,” I said, exasperated, “you know ya ain’t supposed ta be outta bed at this hour.” I chastised her, but truth be told, it was more for my benefit than hers. These days she weren’t much on communication no more, and I went to guide her by the arm back towards her room.

It was then I heard the spare room open up, and Asher step out, dressed in naught but his tight black boxer-briefs!