Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, unprotected sex (baby making), oral (f-receiving), the baby conversation
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You were bent over the work bench in Tony's workshop rolling your eyes trying to hold in a sigh that threatened to spill out whilst your mother continued to talk.
You loved your mother, you really did but you could do without the lectures about taking too long starting a family. You were the youngest of your siblings being the only one to have no children, and although you had reassured your mother there would be future children for you and Tony, she (and most of your family) would constantly question you about children.
Tony looked at you with a frown as he wiped his hands clean. "Hang up." He mouthed to you.
You waved your hand at him and turned away from him. "We've only been married a couple of months, mom." You sighed, "He isn't just going to drop dead."
Tony glared at your phone like it was your mother stood there before him.
Why did his age always seem to creep into any conversation you had with her. Sure he was older than you by some years, a lot maybe, but he wasn't exactly ready for a retirement home.
Tony began smirking to himself as he ran his hands over your body, an idea popping into his head as he came to the hem of the thin skirt you were wearing with no panties. He threw the rag onto work bench beside you and dropped to his knees behind you, taking a hold of the hem of your skirt and raised it over your backside startling you.
"Juat a sec, mom." You turned only to have Tony push your hips back. "Tony, what are you-" You let out a startled gasp as he slapped his hand against your backside.
"Keep talking, Princess." He sent you a wink before he pushed your cheeks apart and dived in.
Your back arched as Tony began to eat you out like a man starved.
You let out a soft groan hearing your mother call your name. "Uh... Yeah... No, m'fine..."
Tony smirked against you as he flick his tongue up and down your slit. He loved the way you tasted and he was convinced ever since you became his wife your taste had gotten sweeter.
"O-Of co-course, we want... Children, mother." You bit your bottom lip as Tony wrapped his lips around your clit. "... Yes!" You cried out as Tony pushed his tongue inside you. "He'll be wonderful..." You reached behind you and tangled your fingers in his hair as you pushed back onto his face. "I need to go, bye." You quickly hung up as Tony pressed his fingers to your clit whilst fucking you with his tongue. "Oh, God, Tony!" You groaned, your legs shaking.
"That feel good, Princess?" He asked with a smirk before lightly biting the curve of your ass cheek.
"Fuck," You moaned deeply. "Need you to fuck me, Tony. Please." You begged as he kept devouring your cunt, his beard scratching your thighs.
