"Flight number three-thirteen is now boarding through gate eleven." The loud speaker announced.
"Well I guess that's me guys." Matt said as he turned towards his wife and son.
Bonny stepped towards her husband, her nine-month pregnant belly leading the way. Her tummy stuck out so far it looked like she was hiding a beach ball beneath her skirt. She gave Matt a quick hug and kiss.
"Have a safe flight, hon." She said.
Their son Gabe hugged his father. He was tall, slender and about as enthusiastic as any 18 year old.
"See ya, dad." He muttered.
"You're sure you don't mind taking the week off school to help your mom?" Matt asked.
"Of course he doesn't mind." Bonny said, taking her son's arm.
"This is probably the last week he doesn't have to share my attention with a little brother." Bonny smiled.
A few minutes later Bonny and her son watched Matt's plane back away from the gate. She gave Gabe's hand a little squeeze.
"Well, guess it's just you and me, sweetie." She said in a soft motherly tone.
As they walked back through the airport Gabe found himself being aroused by the sound of his mom's tiny heels clicking against the tile. He peered down at her sexy little feet, arched perfectly in her dainty little high-heeled sandals. The nails on her squatty little toes were a beautiful teal-green, matching her long fingernails.
Gabe's eyes traveled up her long silky-smooth legs which were only partially exposed beneath her three-quarter length dress. The giant orb of baby-meat obstructed most of the view, but that was okay, what Gabe really wanted to see was the mound of tit-flesh resting atop her pregnant tummy.
The U-shaped neckline of Bonny's dress left exposed the kind of cleavage that fuels boys dreams. Gabe's mom had big heavy breasts that just sort of trembled with each step.
On the car ride home young Gabe couldn't help but sneak little peeks at his mom's tummy. He felt almost ashamed of the fact that something a natural as a pregnant belly could make the cock in his pants as hard as iron.
"Are you gonna miss dad?" Gabe asked.
"I'll miss having someone to snuggle with at night. I hate being in that big bed all by myself." She said.
"I was kinda hoping that I might find somebody to take his place, be my little snuggle-bear for the week. Know anyone who might be interested?" She asked, gazing at her son with a little smile.
"I would." Gabe said.
"I thought you'd be up for the job. After all, your father did ask you to stay close to me this week." Bonny winked.
After arriving home Gabe went up to his room to play video games. About a half-hour into it his mom tapped at the door.
When she stepped inside, Gabe's jaw about hit the floor. Bonny was in a long wrap around skirt and a pale-pink top that fit like a sports bra. Her huge pregnant tummy was completely naked protruding out in front of her. Her long brown hair was slicked back, still wet from having just gotten out of the shower.
"Hey there, snuggle-bear, mind if mom comes in and hangs out?" She asked.
"No, not at all." Gabe said, his cock slowly rising in his shorts.
Gabe was sitting on the edge of the bed and Bonny climbed up behind him, kneeling on the mattress. She threw her arms over his shoulders and rested her weight against his back, pancaking her baby-ball between them.
Resting her head on his shoulder she watched the TV screen as her son tried to concentrate on the game.
"Can I ask you something?" She said softly.
"Sure." He answered.
"Are you getting laid?" She asked candidly.
"What do you mean?" He muttered.
"Come on now, sweetheart, do I really have to explain what getting laid means?" Bonny smiled.
"No." Gabe said.
"So are you?" She asked.
"Well, no...not really." He answered.
"Not really meaning not lately...or not really meaning I'm a virgin?" She asked.
"Not really meaning...not ever." Gabe said.
"I'm sorry, baby. A boy your age should be getting his weenie wet at least once a day." She said, staring into his eyes.
For a moment they became locked in a stare. Bonny's big brown eyes had the cock-hard teen in a trance. She looked at the TV and smiled.
"Can I play?" She asked.
"Sure?" Gabe said with surprise.
Bonny climbed off the bed and came around to the front of her son. Gabe took a sec to marvel at huge jutting enormity of her breasts as they stretched the thin top.
"Scoot back." She said, then turned and planted her big soft ass between his legs.
Gabe moved back against the wall with his legs on the bed. His mom scooted back against him, she too bringing her legs up on the bed and planting her bare feet flat on the mattress.
Bonny's skirt rode up a bit, exposing the bottom half of her silky-smooth legs. Gabe could feel his cock at full mast as he reached around to help his mom with the controller.
"So how do you work this thing?" She asked.
"These buttons here are the gas and break. These arrows control your steering." He said.
"Seems easy enough." She said, setting the controller down on the peak of her pregnant orb. She took her son's hands.
"I'll play the game. You play with your brother." She said, placing his hands on the sides of her mountainous swell.
Bonny began to play the racing game while Gabe slowly ran his hands over her belly, feeling the smooth naked swell of her pregnancy. Looking over her shoulder he had a birds-eye view of her gaping cleavage.
Bonny made a little yelp and leaned to one side, getting into the game. As she did this Gabe watched as her tit-meat wobbled from side to side. He let out an audible sigh, his cock flexing in his shorts.
Bonny glanced back at him.
"You okay back there cuddle-bear?" She asked in her cute little tone.
"Yeah." He muttered.
Her skirt had now crept up over her knees and her legs were slightly spread.
Gabe's hands wandered down beneath his mom's swollen belly. His fingers sunk right up into the soft pliable flesh. His hands were getting a bit rough and he hesitated for a moment.
"Go ahead, sweetheart. You're not gonna hurt him." She reassured him.
Bonny rested hear weight back against her son, leaning against him. She could feel his throbbing erection against her ass.
Gabe decided to test the limits. His fingers snuck under the top of her skirt and began rubbing her lower belly. Wandering further he felt the tips of his fingers slide against the hem of her silk panties. It wasn't long before they crept underneath.
"And just where do you think you're going?" Bonny said, glancing back at him.
"Sorry, mom." He smiled, sliding his hand back onto her belly.
Gabe ran both hands up along the top of Bonny's pregnancy and soon found them sandwiched between the baby-ball and his mom's huge, spongy-soft tits.
Bonny slowly got up and handed her son back the controller.
"That's enough gaming for me. You take over." She said.
Gabe took over the game as Bonny crawled back behind him again. He soon found himself sitting between her legs, leaning back against her softness.
"My turn." She said, slipping her hands under his t-shirt.
Gabe felt his mom's soft hands roaming across his chest. Her long nails drug up his abs and across his nipples. Soon Bonny's hand slipped under the hem of his boxers and her fingers combed through his pubes.
"Fair's fair." She teased.
"Yeah, but I had to stop." Gabe said.
"Oh...interested in spending more time in Mom's panties are we?" Bonny teased.
"I wouldn't mind." Gabe blushed.
"Sounds like I have a naughty bear to snuggle with this week." She said, kissing him on the cheek.
A couple hours later Gabe sat at the table watching his mom in the kitchen preparing dinner. She was still in her cute little wrap around skirt and sports bra. He couldn't take his eyes off her enormous baby-ball.
"You're awfully quiet over there. Something on your mind?" She asked with a little smile.
"No, I just can't believe you're dressed this way." He said.
"Are you complaining?" Bonny asked.
"No, it's just that you never dress this way when dad's around." He said.
"You might be surprised what I'll do when dad's not around." She smiled.
"Would you get naked?" Gabe asked.
Bonny gazed at him while she stirred her vegetables. A slight smile crossed her lips.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" She said.
"Yeah, I think you have a great body." Gabe said.
"You just like my big boobs. All boys your age like big boobs." She said.
"And all women your age like big penis's." Gabe said.
"Are you trying to tell me something." Bonny said, cocking an eyebrow.
"Maybe." Gabe smiled.
"Maybe I don't believe you." She said.
"Maybe I should prove it." Gabe said.
"Maybe you should wash your hands for dinner." Bonny smiled.
Bonny could feel her son's eyes on her at dinner.
"I don't think you could handle a girl with big boobs." She said.
"Why do you say that?" He asked.
"I don't know...I think you'd pop too soon." Bonny said.
"I think you're wrong." Gabe said.
"You sound so sure of yourself." She smiled.
"I've seen girls with big boobs before." He said.
"What, D-cups. Sorry, sweetie D-cups aren't big. E-cups are big." She said.
"Is that what you are, mom...an E-cup?" He asked.
"What do you think?" She said.
"I don't think you can handle a guy with a big penis." He smiled.
"Oh you don't do you?" She said.
"No, I think you'd pop too soon." He said.
"Well, for your information I can pop over and over so it doesn't matter. And yes I've had guys with big penis's." She said.
"What 7 inches. Sorry, mom 7 inches isn't big. Ten inches is big." He said.
"Is that what you are, Gabrial...Ten inches?" She asked.
"What do you think?" He smiled.
"I think it's bedtime." She said.
"Bedtime? It's only six-o-clock." He said.
"So that's a NO?" She asked.
"No, I'm ready for bed." Gabe smiled.
