I recently read Kip Carson's Literotica story "Horny Pregnant Mom" which inspired me to recount my own senior year in high school. This memoir is my best recollection of what actually transpired between my mother and me during that year. It is not a made up series of graphic incestuous mother-son sex acts, but more of a prelude to how our physical relationship blossomed in later years.
This all took place way back in the early 1970's. Most of the things people currently take for granted didn't even exist back then. It was a different time in a different world - no internet, no computers, no digital cameras/videos, no cell phones.
My father, a career military officer had just been ordered overseas on an unaccompanied tour. My mother, who was one month pregnant and I settled in for our own "tour of duty" while I finished up my studies and Mom weathered her pregnancy.
Mom was forty years old while I had just turned eighteen. My parents had been "working" on having another child for a while and I'd often masturbated to the muffled groans and moans that regularly reverberated through their closed bedroom door.
My mother was brought up in a very sheltered environment. Her mother, my grandmother, had raised my mother to be a "proper" young lady. As such it left her incredibly naive and shall we say, not very street smart. For example, to this very day, I have never heard my mother swear. I don't think she could even say the word "shit," even if she had a mouth full of it.
In addition to her innocent demeanor, my mother practically exuded wholesomeness. At 5'6" she's always had an incredibly shapely, full figured body, and her naturally curly strawberry-blond hair framed her pretty face and hazel eyes.
For me, my sex life consisted to jacking off to my dad's girly magazines; and as an eighteen year old high school student, I knew little to nothing about women, especially pregnant women. In addition, I had zero knowledge or appreciation regarding a woman's hormones, especially during pregnancy. I was about to take a crash course in finding out.
Dad use to joke that when it came to my mother, "still waters ran deep," and boy, was I about to validate that!
Pregnancy had given my mother a certain "glow," and it seemed as though this pregnancy had given her a whole new lease on life. Even while weathering her first trimester of morning sickness, she always seemed full of positive energy.
She had always been cognizant of her good looks and could not help but wonder how the pregnancy might ultimately affect her figure.
"If these girls of mine get any bigger, I'll need to buy some larger bras." She lamented while staring down at her chest.
"What size are they now?" I asked.
"Hmmm, well, I've been about a 38D and believe me, that's plenty."
"Perfect." I thought to myself.
The small house we were renting did not have air conditioning and as the weather warmed, Mom and I began wearing less and less around the house. We eventually got to the point where I was just wearing a tee shirt and under shorts. Mom on the other hand was down to wearing one of my Dad's over-sized tee shirts and panties. Although she continually complained about it, she kept wearing a bra not only for support but to also maintain her modesty. As her pregnant stomach swelled those tee-shirts gradually became tighter and tighter and so less and less comfortable. Occasionally I'd find her wearing her tee-shirt rolled up over her stomach and tucked under her boobs with her pregnant belly totally exposed. On really hot days she was just down to her bra and panties. Mom resisted buying any more maternity clothes than necessary, so towards the end of her pregnancy she basically just wore her bathrobe tied closed under her boobs yet draped open around her belly.
When not in school, I spent most of my time at home. For me, this was a new school, in a new neighborhood, in a new city. I didn't really know anyone and I assumed that shortly after I graduated and my father returned, I'd be heading off to college. My job was to finish school and support my mother while Dad was gone.
In the evenings mom and I would sit at opposite ends of the sofa and watch television. Mom liked to stretch out resting her feet on my lap. I would usually take some olive oil and massage it into her feet and ankles. Over time, I gradually started massaging the olive oil farther and farther up her legs.
We also talked, and we talked about everything. As a result of our long discussions, our relationship evolved from that of parent and child to one of true friends. No topic seemed off limits. I liked to push the boundaries by asking mom intimate questions that probed into her past. I started out by asking about whether or not she made out with boys when she was my age, how far did she ever go with a guy, things like that. I was just trying to get her to relax while at the same time opening up. As time went on I began to push the boundaries even farther. She rarely answered me directly, and usually answered my questions with another question. Neither one of us really got into gritty details, but at a minimum we were becoming more relaxed and open the each other. After several weeks I was asking her questions about what turned her on, how and when she lost her virginity, erotic fantasies, things like that. To those questions she usually told me it was none of my business, which it wasn't, but it was fun watching her blush and squirm.
Soon after Dad deployed, Mom and I started routine where every Friday night we would go out to dinner. It was like a regular date night. We would get dressed up and go to one of our favorite restaurants. Due to her pregnancy, Mom could not drink, but she would usually order a cocktail or some wine and I would order a non-alcoholic beverage. Then once our drinks were served, we would switch.
After Mom was about five months pregnant, we were enjoying one of our nights out when mom said, "You know Donnie, I REALLY appreciate how well you've been taking care of me and how attentive you've been while your Dad's away." She was starting to get emotional about it and I thought she was about to start crying. I reached out my hand and took her's in mine.
"It's no big deal. Don't think twice about it. I'm just doing what any son would do."
"Well, I just want you to know that it's appreciated and how much you mean to me, that's all."
As we left the restaurant I held Mom's hand as we strolled back to the car. We got home later than usual that night and Mom said she was going to "hit the hay" early. Later on, while I was getting ready for bed, I was thinking about how vulnerable my mother seemed and thought I'd check on her before I went to bed. I lightly knocked on her bedroom door and struck my head into her room.
"You okay Mom?" I whispered.
Mom was sitting up in bed, reading a book. "Oh, hi honey, I was just reading, why don't you come in and keep me company." She said patting the bed next to her.
"Hhmmm...ahh...that's okay, ahh, I'm not really...you know...covered up..." I muttered. I usually slept totally nude. That night I was only wearing a cotton t-shirt.
"Oh come on. Believe me, there's nothing you can show me that I haven't seen before. Come on, get in here!" She repeated as she pulled the bedding aside.
As I entered her room I could see that the blankets covered her from the waist down. She had apparently put on an old nightie that was buttoned at the top, but was too tight for her now rounder than normal breasts and belly, so it draped open.
The sight of her gave me an instant erection which I tried to concealing as I stepped into her bedroom, but it was futile.
"Here, lie down here next to me." Mom instructed.
As soon as I got into bed she scooted over and gave me a big hug and a smooch on the cheek. I reciprocated by hugging her back. As our bodies pressed together I couldn't help but notice that my cock was firmly pressing against the underside of my mother's protruding belly.
"This is the nicest I've felt in ages." Mom murmured.
That's all it took. Without much, if any warning, I found myself ejaculating all over my mother's belly.
"OH MY!" Mom cooed, "That feels delightfully warm!"
I was mortified.
"OH GOD!!" I was so embarrassed. "I swear, I had no idea I was going to do that! Let me clean this up!"
I broke away from our embrace and dashed into the bathroom. I came back with towels and warm, wet wash cloths. Mom rolled onto her back covering her pubic area with the blanket while I gingerly wiped off her belly with the wash cloths.
Trying not to giggle, Mom asked, "Is there much of a wet spot?"
"Yeah, actually there is, do you want me to change the sheets?"
