Wendy looked out over the lake in the quiet dawn. Ducks glided silently along the glassy surface. A solitary fisherman sat in his rowboat at the far end attending his motionless rod. She breathed in the crisp, fresh air, enjoying the warmth of the rising sun on her naked skin, and placed her hand lovingly on her growing belly. She could feel the life inside her becoming stronger every day.
Her hand moved lower until it reached her pubic hair. It felt kind of nice to have her bush back. She played with it absently,,.enjoying the sensation. Shaving had become too much trouble as of late. She could just have Tom do it, or her mother, but now that she was going to be a mother herself the natural way seemed better. Her body wasn't just for sex anymore, she would soon have a child that she would have to sustain. And that felt good.
Wendy watched as Tom and her father lugged an old canoe down to the dock. It looked like they were going to try some fishing, too. She didn't really want to go through all the hassle of coming up here, but her dad rented the place and her mother insisted. She was glad she gave in.
"I'm making breakfast," her mom's voice came from the kitchen. "What would you like?"
"Nothing, thanks," Wendy called to her from the back deck. She pinched one of her nipples lightly as she watched her men working away on the dock. It felt good to be outside, naked, closer to nature.
"You've got to eat something, dear," her mother fretted, coming out onto the deck. She had on a pair of panties, but nothing else. Those big breasts swayed enticingly as she moved about. Wendy couldn't get enough of that. "Not for you, for my grandbaby."
"Don't worry, Mom, I'm taking good care of him."
Her mom came close, leaned down, and kissed her belly. "Are you masturbating again?"
"No...a little, maybe..."
"Pregnancy makes you extra horny," she said, caressing her daughter's breasts gently. "When I was pregnant with you I was playing with myself all the time. Maybe that's why you're such a nymphomaniac."
"It takes one to know one," Wendy said and pulled one of her mother's breasts to her mouth. She easily found her big nipple and suckled her gratefully. Her mother let her have her way and took over rubbing her pussy for her. Wendy was happy to let her fingers comfort her.
"What are those two fools doing out there?" her mother said, watching the boys getting into the canoe. "I hope they don't catch anything. I'm not cleaning a bunch of stinky fish if that's what they think."
"Speaking of stinky fish," Wendy said mischievously and tugged down her mom's panties, then worked a finger up into her pussy.
"You are just awful," her mom scolded, gripping her daughter's probing fingers with her inner pussy muscles. "Give me another," she requested, and Wendy added a second finger. "One more...please" She gave her a third. "That's more like it."
"I was thinking of releasing Tom when the baby is born," Wendy said casually as she worked her mom's pussy and got hers fingered in return. "Should I?"
"Do you want your baby's father to be a slave?"
"We don't know for sure if he's the father."
"A simple DNA test will tell you that. I can pick one up at the gas station when I go into town later."
"I don't really want to know. I like the mystery."
"You're just afraid that it may be your dad's baby."
Wendy shrugged. "Maybe it is, but I also don't want Tom to know for sure. He's going to be the father no matter what, so why worry about whose sperm it was that got to my egg first."
"I'll never understand you kids today," her mom huffed, moving her hips in rhythm with her daughter's finger fucking. "Would you like me to suck you off?"
Hearing those words from her mother gave her tingles all over. "I can't say no to that offer." Wendy opened her legs as her mother got down there and began eating her out. They'd pretty much been fucking non-stop since they got to the lake, but Wendy was always up for more.
It still felt special to have her mom go down on her. Wendy never imagined she would be into incest as much as she was, but she also never imagined that she would own her husband. Both seemed to have worked out quite well for her. There were still rules and limits, but not as many as there used to be. Society was changing, and so was she.
Last night, around dinner, they had been discussing ordering one of those new Chinese sex clones that had just been legalized in the U.S. There was a debate about whether they should get a female or a male one, and determined that they'd have to get one of each. But they'd have to wait a few years for the prices to come down before they could afford it. How would they explain that to their child? Maybe it wouldn't even be a question by then.
"Oh, Mom, your tongue is amazing," Wendy moaned, grinding her hips. "Yeah, suck my clit...you do that so good..."
"That's right, let me take care of you. Just relax and come for Mommy...mmm nnnmm..."
Wendy did as she was told and relaxed, allowing her mother to work her oral magic on her. It was sublime. Why didn't they start doing this years ago? She was just happy that they'd discovered this perversion when they did.
"Mom, I'm having...oh, God, yes, right there...I'm having another sex party next month. Will you and Daddy be there?"
"Another orgy?" she asked, taking her lips away from her daughter's pussy only as long as was needed to speak. "We'd love to. Your father won't stop talking about the last one. And I must admit that night has inspired most of my masturbation sessions lately, along with this adorable pussy of yours." She went in for a slurping oral tour of all parts of the pussy in question. "But, do you think that maybe I could get what you got at the last one?"
"Jamal? The black guy?" It was the first thing Wendy's mind went to for some reason.
