We have been together for a few years now, and we have always celebrated Father's Day and Mother's Day the same way: having a nice breakfast in bed, and then making love.

We discussed having children a couple of times, but never seriously. But now I have decided that it is time for me. Until now, we have been very safe with sex: I used the pill, and he almost always used a condom, as I really hate the mess that it makes when he cums inside me. Not the fact that he cums inside me, I love that feeling, but when his cum is leaking out.

So, a couple of months ago, I decided to stop using the pill without telling him, and yesterday I shaved my pussy for the first time.

When he went to make our breakfast, I undressed and got back into bed, and lay there waiting for him. When he returned, he almost dropped the tray with the breakfast, and his eyes went wide, as I spread my legs, showing my bald pussy, which was already wet with anticipation (and some fingerwork from me).

"Put that away and come here. I want you to make me a baby, we have been pretending this day for too long, next year I want it to be for real!" I tell him, as I grab one boob with one hand and play with my pussy with my other hand.

He puts the tray down quickly and drops his shorts and quickly moves on top of me, slamming into me in one go.

"Oh fuck yes, take me!" I tell him.

"I was hoping for this for some time already, I want to put a baby into you!" he whispers as he fucks me hard and fast.

It just takes a few minutes for him to unload, and at the same time, I also have a small orgasm. He stays inside for some time, and when he moves off, I put a cushion underneath me to make sure nothing leaks out.

After breakfast, we make love again, slow this time, and during the day, we make love again.

Fast forward one year, and it has worked: we have a healthy son.