It's going to be the end of September but it's still warm, enough to go to the beach. I've been in an incestuous relationship with my mother Christelle, 40 years old and 8 months pregnant, for a month now. I still find it hard to believe that what I am experiencing with her is real, but I had no other woman in my life than my mother. Despite all the love and desire I had for her, I didn't do anything to make things right, but it was Mum who made the first move towards me.
Anyway, I'm in the car with Mum, driving to a neighbouring area to meet another incestuous mother-son couple that my mother met on the internet. I'm a little apprehensive about meeting a young guy like me who's banging his mum, but he's probably a little stressed too.
"Thomas, are you all right?" my mother said in her sweet voice. She was driving. Her big belly almost touched the steering wheel. She was wearing a thin black dress with a side slit, which let everyone enjoy her beautiful legs. The dress went down to the calf, but her little heeled sandals showed off her pretty feet. Of course her cleavage clearly showed her big breasts.
"Everything's fine, I'm just a little nervous," I said, scratching my head.
"Don't worry, it's just a beach trip, and I really wanted to meet people in our situation."
"Won't it be weird, two young guys with two older women, leisurely strolling on the sand and swimming in the water?"
My mother looked at me as if I had insulted her. "Are you ashamed of dating your mother?"
"No, it's just...it's just embarrassing. We can do what we want at home, but outside..."
"No one will know we're... related." she looked at me with a beautiful smile.
We arrived at Emily's house. She lived with her son Josh. From what I understood, Emily's husband had died in an accident some years ago. Their house was a classic one-story residential house with a beautiful flower garden.
"We've arrived," said my mother. As I got out of the car, I laughed at her, as it was not easy for her to get out of the front seat because of the baby and, it's a little ridiculous.
"Thomas, are you making fun of me?"
"No mum, you're just very cute." I said mischievously.
We walked to the front door and pressed the doorbell. A few seconds later, a woman came to open the door.
"Christelle and Thomas? Nice to meet you, I am Emily." the woman said, shaking hands with both of us. Emily was my mother's age, slightly shorter, with shoulder-length black hair, and a charming, jovial face. You could tell she was a plump woman, not fat, but plump. She had a large chest, legs and a rather thick waist, but it all went together well, and I could tell she was very sexy.
"Nice to meet you too." my mother replied. I did the same.
"Come on in, I'll take you to the living room," Emily said as she walked past us. She was wearing a beautiful patterned dress. Her ass was quite prominent.
When I got to the living room, a young man was sitting on the sofa. Dark-haired, very thin, a little taller than me: it was probably Josh.
"Hello!" she said, standing up to greet us.
"Well, I guess we have a lot to talk about." Emily said, motioning for us to sit down. "Would you like something to drink?"
Mum and Emily spent a good half hour talking, with tea in their hands. Josh and I stayed pretty quiet, quite intimidated by the situation. My mother talked about how she had grown close to me, the hormones of pregnancy and David's lack of presence at home. Emily did the same.
"In fact, since Patrick's disappearance, things weren't the same, and I couldn't see myself living with a man I didn't already know. I was almost depressed and... I gained a lot of weight." Emily said, looking at Josh.
"Everything's fine, Mom." Josh said to reassure his mother.
"Yes, you look great," said Christelle. "Look how fat I am!"
Emily laughed. "Thank you for that, but it's true that I've put on weight, and unlike you, I'm not pregnant. I almost went into a depression, but Josh was there for me, to help me through it all. And finally one night we were looking at the stars outside and we kissed, it just came naturally.
Emily and Josh looked at each other, you could tell they were really in love.
"Wow, that's great! You have a really great story." my mum said, shaking my hand.
"Yes, and it wasn't long before we were sleeping together. Anyway, that's it. What do you say we go now?"
Mum stood up, "Let's go, I know a nice beach, would you follow us?"
30 minutes later, the 4 of us were sitting on the beach. There was no one there, all the tourists had already left a few weeks ago. It was very hot, and we quickly changed into our swimming costumes. While Emily wore a one-piece swimming costume, my mother chose to expose her pregnancy to everyone by wearing a black bikini. The two mums were chatting on the beach while Josh and I were in the water.
"So what do you think of my mum?" asked Josh.
"She seems nice, and sweet," I said, a little embarrassed.
"Thomas, I think we can talk freely. After all, we all fuck each other. After all, we're both fucking our own mothers. I meant, how do you find her physically." Did Josh want us to compare our mothers? From a strictly objective point of view, based on physical hotness, my mum was more beautiful.
