Ty felt Eileen's large, firm body press against her, contrasting more than ever against her swelled up soft form, and saw the handsome DILF smile at her as he kissed her softly. She kissed back, and tried to sit up with him- only to realize her pregnant belly meant she couldn't. She felt like an animal carrying her mate's litter, and desired to get to see it outside of her.
Eileen ran his firm hand along Ty's belly and asked teasingly, "Aww, does my paixão want to give her lover his caboclo babies?"
"So bad," Ty managed to pant, a weird kind of arousal wracking her body even as she was at the cusp of birthing.
"So do I," Eileen agreed. "So wish for it, paixão."
Ty did as her handsome Brazilian lover asked, and added to the wish that she shouldn't feel any pain from birthing and her body would comfortably recover. Sure enough, seconds later her water broke and her body set about making her vaginal lips spread and her offspring emerge.
Eileen helped pull the first child from her, his heart racing as he saw the beautiful infant, its skin tone a mixture of his and Ty's and its face just as adorable as either of theirs. He lay it down to one side while Ty set about birthing the second time, and found a suitable knife to sever the newborn's umbilical cord.
Once the child was physically separate from Ty, and while she was continuing to bear young, Eileen positioned the newborn next to Ty's large lactating breast, and it began to suckle milk from her. Ty felt amazed how satisfying she found it to be in the throes of not only womanhood, but now motherhood. She was bearing children, her body gave them life and sustenance.
Slowly more and more young emerged from her body, and Eileen placed them on Ty's receding stomach, the infants each taking a turn to drink from her breasts. She could barely comprehend how many she had, let alone the order they had been born in or which were boys and which were girls.
Something that did stand out to her as she stroked their tiny heads while they sucked at her mammaries was the difference of their skin tone to both hers and Eileen's. She slowly cottoned on to what it meant that they were caboclo babies, and a different source of satisfaction was coming to her- the sense of connection she felt to Eileen. Their genes had been indelibly melded through their offspring, and it felt as if their own bodies had been intertwined in a sense.
At last Ty had brought all the children she and Eileen had made into the world, and each one had had a chance to feed from their mother. Ty lay there in a haze of exhaustion and satisfaction, but was able to focus enough to wish for a large and comfortable enough room for their babies to live in.
The room shimmered into existence in Eileen's house, and he carefully took the infants away slowly, tucking them into bed to rest. Once he had finished, he carefully pulled Ty up, both of them realizing her body had rapidly returned to its pre-pregnancy proportions once she had finished feeding, and the two kissed passionately.