Late for Lunch & An Early Delivery

"Colin!" a very pregnant Penelope Bridgerton half wailed, half moaned. "Your...your mother is waiting for me." She was presently bent over the edge of a small sofa in the Bridgerton waiting room, her hands desperately clenching the arms of the cushions for stability as Colin Bridgerton thrust into her repeatedly from behind. Penelope's legs had long since given out on her, trembling first then failing her completely as
her husband brought her to climax not once, not twice, but verging on a third. She was on her knees, round bottom out in the air, face either buried in the cushions to stifle her moans or gasping as she looked down to see her rather enlarged bosom swinging in rhythm with Colin's thrusts.

Colin gripped her waist and brought her backward to his cock, holding her still for a moment as she thrashed against his hard chest. He leaned in and Penelope felt his warm, ragged breath on her ear, as he whispered, "Well, you were rather late to my dear mother's last luncheon and I daresay she will not be surprised in the least with another late arrival." Penelope's already flushed face darkened, hueing an even deeper shade of pink as she remembered arriving nearly twenty minutes into the previous luncheon, hosted by Violet Bridgerton. The host had given her son & his new wife knowing looks as they looked anywhere but at her face.

Today's invitation, however, was solely for Penelope. Violet was concerned for her newest daughter in law, wanting to ensure that she was being cared for properly in her late pregnancy. Penelope's own mother Portia was rather lacking in this area, being too preoccupied with herself to prepare Penelope for her impending labor and birth. Violet was concerned that Penelope may be innocently unaware of the difficulties involves in child birth.

Penelope was so grateful that her new mother in law had so quickly and graciously accepted Colin's unexpected proposal to her. Violet had been nothing but welcoming, and Penelope felt loved and cared for by Violet's insistence on monthly luncheons.

Today was another one of Violet's luncheons, but Colin was not invited. Violet had specifically spoken to Colin to let him know that he was to occupy himself elsewhere for the afternoon, much to his displeasure. Colin found himself extremely reluctant to be separated from his wife since their nuptials 8 months prior, but especially as Penelope neared time to give birth to their first child.
He informed his mother of such, to which Violet rolled her eyes and replied that the latter fact was precisely the reason for a private luncheon between the two women.
Sulking, Colin had still accompanied Penelope to Bridgerton house. It was upon arriving early and being seated in the waiting room that led to he and Penelope's situation.

They had been seated, and as Penelope smiled sweetly at him over pastries, Colin felt himself stirring. Her smile reminded him of their couplings from late last night into the early morning. He shifted uncomfortably as his pants seemed to tighten. Images flashed through his brain of Penelope, breathless and wanton under his thrusting hips, as she begged him, babbling frantically. Penelope, on her knees with her sweet mouth around his thick cock, eyes shining with love as he groaned and gripped her face, guiding her as her delicious mouth worked it's magic on his length. Penelope, trembling and spent underneath him, her soft breasts still shaking. Her breasts...as large and lovely as they always had been, but swollen with milk in her late pregnancy.

Colin's mouth watered as he attempted to adjust his posture, holding a plate over his bulging cock in an attempt to hide his arousal from Penelope. Penelope leaned forward to offer him another pastry, and Colin barely refrained from choking as her bosom spilled out over her dress. Bless Penelope, but her breasts had done nothing but inch upward in size since becoming pregnant on their honeymoon. Within weeks of her pregnancy becoming evident, Penelope was embarrassedly heading to the modiste to request adjustments in the top of her gowns long before she would need adjustments in the middle of the gowns.