Note: I wrote this story as a kind of challenge, a pregnant incest story from the point of view of the mother. Hope you enjoy it!
Edited by: Pope 1944. Thanks!
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I moaned as I felt the hot water on my back. Moaned for the sheer pleasure of a hot shower in late fall, but I couldn't deny the fact that my entire body was primed for any sort of pleasurable contact. Sensual was nice, but sexual would have been better. Much better. Now I felt the hot water rushing all over my back, drawing shivers of contentment as it coursed all the way to my toes. When I moved backwards and felt the water overflowing around my neck and down over my breasts, the shivers were of a slightly different nature.
I grinned as the water now rolled over my face as well and grabbed both my breasts. They felt so different, almost alien. I was now in the eighth month of this pregnancy and my body was blown almost beyond recognition. As I looked down, water dripping from my forehead, nose and lips, I squeezed my two very large mammaries, finishing with gentle pinches on my nipples. Soon I felt an answering buzz deep down in my lower belly.
During my first pregnancy, my breasts had never grown quite that big. When I became pregnant at eighteen, almost twenty years ago, I had watched, amazed and afraid, my slim body transform. I'd had a petite frame, with 30C breasts, a tiny waist and only hints of the hips I'd develop later on. At first I had welcomed the changes and new curves, but because my body had decided to swell and retain a lot of water, by the time I was about to give birth to my son Sam, I felt like a bloated and fat piñata barely able to move.
This time was very different. Throughout my twenties and thirties, I had managed to regain some of my slim, pre-pregnancy figure. Of course, my waist never became quite so small, and my hips retained some of their femininity. Thankfully, my breasts had kept some of the extra mass as well to match my hips.
When I became pregnant a second time, so many years later, I thought I knew what was about to happen to my body. I was wrong. Even though I was now only a few weeks away from giving birth to a daughter, I didn't feel bloated at all. I had gained a lot of weight, of course, but most of it seemed to be in my belly and breasts. I didn't know how big this daughter would be, but my belly was a lot bigger this time around, and so were my breasts.
At first my boyfriend, who wasn't Sam's father, enjoyed my changing body and fixated on my breasts. But for the last few months, his interested waned and I was left pretty much alone to deal with the relentless sexual urges I was feeling. I could have eaten him alive and promised him daily blowjobs if we fucked every night, but he was somehow turned off by the thought of having sex with a baby inside me. Yet for me sex was all I wanted to do!
And so now in the shower, all alone in the house with the music blasting, I enjoyed my body and prepared for a long masturbation session. I caressed my shoulders and neck, smiling as the sensations grew. Despite the hot water I felt goosebumps rising as my fingers kindled a cascade of sweet sensations. Looking down at my breasts again, I saw my long hair all over them, and even down to my belly.
I grabbed the wet tresses and pulled them away, almost giggling as I felt their tips tickle my skin. I played with the long locks, enjoying the way they hung and clung to my curves as if trying to highlight them even more! I caressed my belly and while I had a fleeting thought for my daughter to be, I pushed it aside and focused on my own pleasure.
I pushed my hands lower and reached my pussy, feeling the thickening patch of hair down there. I usually kept it cleanly shaven, but had let it grow during the pregnancy. I didn't know why. As I reached my clit and engorged lips, I forgot about that too. I took a sharp intake of breath as the first spike of pleasure hit me. Shit! I could already feel that this was going to be one powerful orgasm! My pussy also felt engorged and full; I could feel that my lips were significantly bigger. A few days ago I'd had to use a mirror to look at it, and felt like a teenager discovering her body for the first time! I had giggled on my bed, trying to angle the mirror in the best position to see my own pussy.
I turned around and let the shower hit my breasts and belly directly, enjoying the sensations. When I grabbed the soap and began to lather up, I had flashes of the last time my boyfriend fucked my breasts. I had been six months into my pregnancy at that time, and my breasts had already grown dramatically. After my first pregnancy and throughout my thirties, my breasts had never returned to my 30C. Before this second pregnancy, most of my bras now were 32C or 32D. I had felt blessed, as some of my friends' breasts had fallen after breastfeeding. Instead, my post-breastfeeding breasts had remained round and firm. And bigger!
Now though, so near to my term, I was wearing bras with 36E cups! It was insane! And I feared they had grown a bit more since buying those last two bras. Oh, how my boyfriend had loved those breasts during the first five or six months! They had become his altar, and he revered them daily! He had loved to touch, massage, grab, squeeze, lick and kiss them. Just as he had loved to fuck them. And I could have let him do that for hours of end, hungry for sex as I was.
But as my belly began to swell significantly, it all stopped. I was left panting every morning as I watched him get ready for work. At first I would pull the blankets off of me and masturbate openly in front of him. It had worked a few times: he would fuck me quickly before running to work. But after a while, I would only masturbate in silence, under the blankets, as I watched him dress. As soon as I would hear the house's door close, I would finish myself and scream my pleasure.
That is, unless Sam was in the house. But thinking of Sam as I caressed myself in the shower wasn't the best of ideas. About six weeks ago, during the last glorious day of Fall, Sam had spent about an hour splitting wood in the backyard. It had been a warm day with the sun out and soon he'd removed his shirt. I had stared at his powerful torso covered in sweat, glistening under the sun. Through the window I had begun watching him innocently, but without realizing it, my eyes had glazed over and I had spent a long while carelessly caressing my pussy under my yoga pants.
