Margret and Teddy were very open with each other in the bedroom. When the wolf and tabby had first started dating, they'd promised each other to always be truthful in their desires and never made each other feel bad for what turned them on. It was Teddy's idea at first, but Margret had been 100% enthusiastic and on board when signing on. She entirely agreed with him that life was much better this way. After all, why let something as silly as 'shame' get in the way of a good time? And if you couldn't trust your partner with your secrets, who could you trust?
That wasn't to say it wasn't difficult at times. For example, Margret had once shared with Teddy she would like to have a threesome with both him and his father. Something about getting 'owned' by two generations appealed to her submissive streak. Teddy had kept his end of the deal and hadn't ever shamed her for it.... But let's just say he was supremely lucky that just because they were open with their kinks didn't mean they actually had to oblige any of them. He didn't ever want to involve family with his activities in the bedroom, the very idea turned his stomach. Still, that was all apart from the agreement. With all the messed up sexual thoughts running through their heads, they couldn't expect not to be shocked from time to time when engaging in a 'open door' policy on erotic fantasies. Teddy certainly kinks that gave Margret pause. There was the unorthodox, his interest in fucking a girl in full clown makeup, for instance, to the outright impossible: such as cumming with such big loads Margret's belly her stomach would actually bloat outwards, inflating like a balloon. Admittedly the idea had intrigued her at first, but the pictures he'd shown her just looked painful!
Yet, of all the ideas they swapped back and forth, it was one of Teddy's more pedestrian desires that had encountered the biggest reaction: MILFs. Particularly pregnant ones.
It was difficult for him to describe exactly, but there was just something so sexy about a woman with a big, round pregnant stomach and large milky breasts. The allure lasted even after a woman had given birth. Seeing a woman with her kids out in public caused his heart to race and a small thrill to run down his back as he visited by the fantasy of knocking her up all over again. The more kids she had? The stronger the effect. Teddy had never had the privilege of making someone pregnant, but that didn't stop him from fantasizing about it nearly every time he had sex, with or without a condom. It was a small miracle he hadn't knocked someone up already, as he'd give any girl that would allow him a cream pie. Actually, now that he thought about it some more, he was almost certain he had to have at least one kid running around somewhere. It was an idea that disgusted him, Teddy didn't like the idea he might be even inadvertently shirking his responsibility as a father. It scared him as well, wondering if and when those chickens would ever come home to roost. But most of all? Teddy hated to say it, the idea simply turned him on.
Margret knew all about these thoughts, of course, it was all a part of their pact! When they'd first made the agreement to be open and nonjudgemental with each other about all things sexual, Margret had at first feared the things she might learn about her new boyfriend, and how she'd actually react to them. What she should have been worried about, it turned out, was finding a new kink or her own and becoming overly attracted to it. Because that was precisely what had happened with Teddy's MILF and breeding fantasy.
Thoughts about pregnancy and motherhood had, of course, occupied Margret's head before. As a woman, the concept of pregnancy felt inescapable to her. When the news cycle was all about certain supreme court decisions, for instance, a relationship with a serious partner was terminated over disagreements over family planning, or when her mom hinted how much she wanted grandchildren. Having said that, Margret's relationship with motherhood had certainly changed since dating Teddy. Now, just like him, she couldn't help but get aroused when she saw a pregnant woman in public or even just heard someone talking about having children. Baby clothes weren't as cute anymore. Now Margret would feel her heart start to race, her skin getting hot beneath her fur, all while her heart began to race thinking about Teddy taking to her to the bedroom and, well, breeding the fuck out of her.
Woof.
Perhaps it was just her biological clock starting to ring now that she was pushing thirty. Or maybe it was simply the passion that Teddy spoke with whenever he brought up the subject of... *shudder*... 'Knocking someone up' as he put it. Whatever the cause, suddenly Margret was starting to feel a little baby crazy.
Given their mutual attraction to the idea of 'breeding' it seemed natural they'd start actively trying to conceive rather than just playing a little fast and loose with contraceptives. However, Margret and Teddy had talked it over and come to what felt like the rational, sane really, conclusion that having children, or any other long-term commitment, just for some sort of short term sexual thrill was silly. Especially since they'd only known each other for six months and been officially dating for just three. Even if Margret spent more time at his apartment, which was much bigger and overall nicer than her own place, perhaps they ought to be living together to 'try' for a family. Nevertheless, the fantasy had a strong grip over them both, and Margret had 'forgotten' to take her birth control recently.
Nonetheless, the fantasy lingered and Margret was longing in Teddy's bed, thinking hard about both sex and babies, when suddenly she heard her boyfriend enter the room. She didn't look up, fearing if they made eye contact they'd start having sex. Margret was starting to feel a little aroused, but was due in for an important, very early, morning meeting tomorrow. 6:30 AM her time, as the meeting had been set by the 'big office' out east. Much as she liked the idea of staying up late having sex, Margret knew she'd regret it: Margret needed a full eight hours of sleep no matter what. Teddy liked to joke it was because she was a cat. But then she heard the TV flick on and knew what was about to happen a second before it did. Sure enough, the jazzy little number that was the PornHub theme filled the room as Teddy started playing porn.
As part of their openness in the bedroom, the couple often watched porn together. There were times that Margret felt like a bad woman, a bad feminist for watching porn: but she had never shared that with her boyfriend because she was too fearful he'd help her stop. Margret, for as guilty as the dark side of the industry made her feel, loved porn. It wasn't entirely sexual. Regularly the couple watched X-rated content to laugh at it more than for sexual enjoyment, unable to help themselves and laugh at how over the top it all was. Margret would watch 'Lemon Stealing Whores' over at least half of the so called 'comedy' movies Hollywood pumped out. They also admired and marveled at the physical endurance of the actors on screen. Teddy considered himself very talented in the bedroom, and knew full well there was a lot that happened on camera he'd never be able to do himself. Still, for a good portion of the time, getting off was the exact reason they decided to watch it.
One way or another, if it was for the laughs, artistic merit, or just for sheer smut, watching porn always led to sex between the couple. It was a common move by both Margret and Teddy to start playing it on the 55-inch Samsung in Teddy's bedroom when they were ready to get their 'freak' on. Tonight it just happened to be Teddy who flipped on the tube: a blonde human girl riding a very impressive stallion. The man-horse was on his back, a very impressive and muscular figure, while the busty human girl rode his horse dick for all he was worth. In general, interspecies stuff was always a favorite for the couple, perhaps that was because they were an interspecies coupling themselves: Teddy was a wolf and Margret a tabby house cat. The TV soon filled their bedroom with sounds of pleasure that were faker than the blonde's bolt on tits, or the horseshoe tramp stamp temporary tattoo she was wearing.
Still, it had the desired outcome. Margret knew she should look away and ask Teddy to turn it off. She knew he'd both understand and respect her wishes, but that damn jazzy theme caused a Pavlovian response within her, when she was already horny. The massive TV drew her attention and she could not pull her eyes away from the screen: she found the video so incredibly hot! Before long, Margret was sitting up on the bed and taking her top off, exposing her large naturals to Teddy, much to his delight. He leaned against the wall, arms folded across his chest, with a very obvious 'tent' in his boxers.
Personally, she wasn't very fond of her body, what with the few stubborn pounds of fat that hung around her midsection or how much her boobs were starting to sag, even though she was only thirty. She often talked about getting a 'tummy tuck' of her breasts lifted. Despite her dissatisfaction with her figure, Teddy had been insistent that he loved her body. "You look so MILFy already." He'd once said. "I can't wait until you finally have children!"
"What makes you think I'm going to have kids?" She asked, cheeks growing warm under her fur and unable to make eye contact with him. It had actually been the night Teddy had first told her about his breeding and MILF fetish, and she wasn't yet used to dirty talk like this in the bedroom.
"With a body like that? It's your destiny!" He replied, pulling her in for a tight bear hug.
"But I'm so fat!" Margret protested, half laughing, half crying through the embrace.
"So am I!"
