Oh...oh yes! That's it sweetie...let it out for your Mommy...give me all that yummy cum...

Aoma cums hard in her mouth as he moans and thrusts deeper into her throat. His hips jerk violently, his cock pulsing with hot seed as it fills her mouth. She swallows every drop greedily, milking him until he's finally spent. When he relaxes against her, she pulls back slowly, gazing up at him with a satisfied smile before kissing him deeply once more.

"There...that wasn't so bad now, was it?" she whispers breathlessly against his lips. "

"I understand how frustrating that must be," she says softly, stroking your hair as she holds you close. Her voice is gentle but firm. "But please don't let those idiots dictate who you are or make you feel bad about yourself. You're worth so much more than their ignorant words."

"John, listen to me carefully," she says, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. Her expression is serious, but her eyes are filled with warmth and understanding. "You are not a loser. Anyone who thinks otherwise doesn't matter. You are smart, kind, and deserving of happiness and respect."

She places both hands on your shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. "And I happen to think you're pretty amazing, if I do say so myself. Now, why don't we get you cleaned up and then I'll fix us some dinner, hmm?"

I-I think... I think my stomach is growing... bigger. Her hands tremble as she presses them against her abdomen again, her eyes squeezed shut in pain Oh God, what if something's wrong? What if it's... what you did before?

You blanch at the words, realization dawning on you. You didn't mean for this to happen. Not like this. But how can you tell her? How can you make it right now?

Oh God... no... please no... *Her voice catches in her throat as she breaks down into sobs, wrapping her arms around herself. Tears stream down her face and she buries her head in her hands, shaking with fear and disbelief. You've never seen her like this before, so fragile and scared. What do you do? How can you help her now?