Pregnant MILF
YJ WONG
YJ stories
Author Warning.
1.This is a work of fiction...so any names and places used in the story has no real relation or what so ever.
2.Ihis is a work of sexual elements and mostly fantasies..so safe sex is advisable.
3.This is a work for adults and people who cared and interested in subject matter of younger man relationship with older women...therefore if anyone felt violated please do not go any further. Underage is advisable not to continue if do anything happened is not a responsible or causalities of the story and the author.
(Please refer at your legal states rules) CHAPTER ONE
I bumped into her again.
She was wearing a black tight yoga pant and brown sleeveless top. Her top was holding her two well-stacked breasts. They never failed to attract my attention. As usual, she looked serious with her black spectacles and her hijab covering her hair. She was slightly taller than me with an hourglass body.
Recently, I noticed that her tummy was getting bigger.
I smiled at her but she just ignored me.
We stood there quietly waiting for the elevator to reach our floor. The panel displayed level 28th and the door slowly opened.
She was struggling with her groceries as she walked to her condo unit.
I followed from behind her carrying my school bag. She is staying in unit no.4 and mine is unit no.8.
Suddenly one of her groceries bags torn. A few of the canned foods felt and rolled on the floor. I caught some of them and carried them for her.
She was struggling to pick up the groceries from the torn plastic bag.
I continued to collect them all.
“Let me help you… you can carry the rest first…”
“Thanks” she said.
She quickly opened her unit door and placed her stuff on the dining table. I stood at her unit door and passed her the fallen groceries.
“Thank you so much… you are staying in unit 8 right.”
I nodded and smiled before headed back home.
CHAPTER TWO
I am YJ and this year is my last year at secondary school.
Both of my parents were working and I am their only son. The school has just begun a few weeks ago and I had started staying alone after school.
Previously, I will dropped by my grandmother place before my dad picked me up after his work. Since I was seventeen this year and old enough to stay alone at home, my parents agreed to this arrangement.
In fact, I will have more uninterrupted time for my studies since my grandmother needs to take care of my two young cousins. The only disadvantage of this arrangement was my lunch. My mother usually will prepare my lunch in the morning and all I need to do was to reheat them back. Once awhile I will order delivery if my mom had no time to prepare them.
The house was quiet.
The only sound that filled the place was the whooshing sound of the ceiling fan. I dropped my bag into my room and put the food into the microwave. While waiting, I changed my uniform to my daily clothing.
It was then, the door bell rang.
I opened the door and there she stood in front of my house.
She was in her late twenties and married before they moved into the condo. Previously I bumped into her only a few times but recently about twice a week we bumped into each other. Maybe it was due to me coming home right after school. She always caught my attention with those big boobs.
“Hi…” she said.
“Hello…” I replied.
“I noticed you come home around this time recently… have you had your lunch?” she asked.
“Going to… my mother prepared it this morning.”
“Mmmmh… Hmmm, here you go… for helping me,” she passed me some fresh cut honey drew.
“Thank… you are?”
“Call me Fizza. How about you?” I asked.
“Hi… Kak Fizza, I am YJ.”
We interrupted by the sound of microwave.
“Ok… go and have your lunch,” she said and walked back to her unit.
CHAPTER THREE
The school bus has dropped me off at the guardhouse.
It was a warm day and the heat was unbearable in the afternoon. I walked under the hot sun to the lobby. I was hoping to bump into Kak Fizza in the elevator again but I was alone today.
Once I reached level 28th, Kak Fizza was at the corridor trying to open her door with the keys. Without wasting any time, I rushed to help her with her stuff.
This time she didn’t hesitated to pass her shopping bags to me. Then she was trying to open her house door. While she was busy, I peeked at the bags I was holding. They were Victoria Secrets and Padini bags.
“Come in…” she said.
I followed her from behind. Her condo unit was smaller than mine. The kitchen was right at corner with L-shape counter. There was a dinning table for four and the living hall with a three seater sofa. Her unit balcony was facing the condo swimming pool and the golf course across the road. There were only two bedrooms for her unit.
“Kak… where you want to put this?” I asked.
“Put this on the dining table..” she said.
I did as she requested then headed out of her unit.
She turned and asked “Have you had your lunch…?”
I shook my head and hoping she might offer something.
“Can you wait… I will cook something for both of us?” she asked.
“Okay,” I replied softly.
“Sit on the sofa and rest…” she said.
She started cooking for us. I just sat there playing with my phone. The smell of food soon filled the condo.
“Kak… you want me to open the window?” I asked her.
“Thanks…” she replied as she busy frying some eggs.
I looked at her with her light silk green floral baju kurung (Baju Kurung – Malay traditional clothing that is a loose fitting full length dress with a match skirt). She had her dark green satin hijab to match her outfit. Again I admired her enormous top with her bra line clearly seem on her silky dress.
Kak Fizza had finished her cooking and placed the dishes on the dining table. She told me to wait for her as she needed to change her outfit.