Summary:
Mom finds an unorthodox way to go into labour... her son.
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Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Robert, and Wayne for editing.
Pregnant Mommy
Barry had always liked his girls and women to have some meat to them. He preferred big natural tits, even if they sagged a bit, wide asses and some serious curves, not just some anorexic Barbie doll with a pretty face that had seemed to be the popular look back in high school. (He had graduated this spring and would begin college in the fall.)
And although his mom was very beautiful and even someone he jerked off to on occasion, his long-term vague obsession with her took a whole new turn when she became pregnant, a surprise pregnancy, just after he'd turned eighteen.
He didn't notice anything at first but as the months went by and she began to show, he most certainly did notice the changes in her. Her face radiated, her belly blossomed and her breasts grew, and instead of rarely, Barry began to jerk off at least daily to visions of his beautiful pregnant mother.
Every time he came he would feel guilty for objectifying his mother... knowing she was just going through the course of a natural pregnancy.
He never imagined he would ever get to fuck her, but then other things began to change.
Cathy was eight and a half months pregnant, her husband had been gone on a business trip for a week...again... and she was feeling incredibly horny and incredibly agitated.
Barry, noticing his Mom wasn't herself today, and hadn't been for a few days, sat down next to her at the kitchen table and asked, "Are you okay, Mom?"
"I'm fine," the tired but horny mom sighed
"What's wrong?" he asked, able to tell she clearly wasn't fine.
"Oh nothing," she replied, sitting up straighter from her dejected slump and trying to conceal her frustration a bit better this time.
"Oh, come on Mom," he said, "I know something is bothering you. Is it something I've done?"
"No, honey, it's not you at all," she said, putting her hand on his shoulder, even as her pussy burned with need, "it's just that your father has been gone a lot recently." This pregnancy was unlike her first two, which had happened eighteen and twenty years ago. This one was making her constantly horny, as if she were hitting menopause simultaneously with pregnancy.
"Do you need anything?" the caring son asked.
She smiled, stifling a vague wish that he could give her what she needed, "Yes dear, but it's not something you can help me with."
He didn't catch on and urged her, "Tell me Mom, I'll help any way I can."
She laughed softly, the idea of her son fucking her popping back into her head for another moment, and in an amused way because one interpretation of his words could mean he was offering to do just that, "I know honey, but this is something you can't
possibly
help me with."
"You sure?" he asked, still oblivious.
"Trust me," she laughed, although the idea now being presented seemed practical, albeit illegal, as she shook her head at the thought of incest, "there are laws against your helping me with this problem."
"Ohhhhh!" the son said, his face going beet red as he finally realized she was confessing she was horny and he had just offered to fuck her.
She laughed, admitting, "It's okay honey, it's just somehow this pregnancy has really created a lot of mixed emotions and needs inside me."
"Oh," he again said, his head still spinning with the realization that his mom was horny and admitting it to him.
"Sorry son, I shouldn't have told you so much," she said, feeling guilty for having such a conversation with her eighteen-year-old son, as well as for the ever-so-brief moment of weakness when she'd considered him as a possible solution.
Barry, his cock suddenly stiff in his pants, said, "It's all right, at least Dad is coming home tomorrow."
Before she could filter what she was about to say, she bitterly replied, "He won't do me because he's worried he'll hurt the baby."
Barry shook his head, knowing that was nonsense, as he slyly adjusted his stiff cock which was crowded awkwardly in his pants, "That's ludicrous."
Cathy, realizing she was saying way too much to her son even though she agreed with him, noticed her son adjusting himself and wondered if this conversation was getting him aroused. She apologised again, "Sorry honey that was likely way more than you needed to know."
"It's okay, Mom," the son said, thinking about the odd times he'd heard her moans, the walls in the house being paper-thin. He stood up and joked, as he reached down to put his hand on his mom's belly, "I know you and Dad have sex."
Cathy, getting undeniably and uncontrollably hornier from the touch of her son, laughed, "Well yes, at least once a year."
"I'm sure it must be more often than that," Barry said, feeling strange having such a conversation with his mom. Although he didn't want it to end, he needed to leave soon: his cock was raging and definitely needing attention.
"Well, maybe back when I was twenty-five pounds thinner," Cathy sighed, feeling completely unattractive in the hideous pregnancy smocks she was stuck wearing and the reality her husband wouldn't fuck her, insisting instead on blow jobs (which he seemed to enjoy more than sex anyway and which of course didn't get
her
off).
Barry, trying to build his mom's self-esteem, flattered her sincerely, "Mom, you're beautiful, you always have been. But right now you literally
radiate
beauty."
"Oh, Barry," the flattered mom smiled, really needing a compliment, "That's sweet. Delusional, but sweet."
"Mom, I wouldn't say something like that if it wasn't true," he said, pulling his mom to her feet for a hug... his hard dick poking her thigh... something his mother couldn't help but notice.
His penis is definitely hard
, Cathy thought to herself,
and that's because he
does
think I'm beautiful,
now believing him as she felt it briefly flinching against her thigh... the closest a cock had been to her pussy in months.
"Thanks, Barry, I needed that," she said, feeling warm, secure, loved and yes -- beautiful -- in the arms of her son.
"Sit back down, I'll finish the dishes," he offered, needing to reposition his cock, which was begging for release as he let go of his mom.
Barry adjusted his cock and put the dishes away, knowing what images he would be masturbating to tonight.
Cathy went into the living room and sat down on the couch before turning on Wheel of Fortune. Although she knew it was wrong, she couldn't help but feel strange longings building inside her towards her son... his cock poking into her thigh had turned her on in ways she couldn't fathom. He looked like a much younger version of her husband James back when he'd been so much in love with her. She shook her troublesome thoughts off as coming from her pregnant irrational state as she tried to decipher a Wheel puzzle that a few months ago would have been obvious.
Barry finished the dishes and joined his mom for the rest of the show. As the commercials played, he couldn't help but see his mom as no longer just his mom, but a sexual being with similar wants and needs to his own.
His cock, which had begun to shrink while he did the mundane kitchen tasks, in her proximity immediately grew again, the idea of fucking his beautiful, pregnant mom all he could think about.
As the show continued, Cathy couldn't help but notice that her son was checking her out... or at least she thought he was... she couldn't be sure. Yet, just the idea that her son found her attractive was enough to make her wet, her husband having treated her recently like she was about as desirable as a beached whale.
That night both son and mom pleasured themselves to orgasm in their bedrooms... alone... each of them coming while fantasizing about committing the forbidden taboo of incest.
Barry jerked off while fantasizing about sucking his mom's huge breasts, licking her pussy and giving her the fucking she so obviously needed.
Cathy meanwhile fingered herself, which was far more work and more awkward now that she had a big belly, as she fantasized about her husband actually being willing to fuck her when he came home tomorrow. Yet as her orgasm built, her son was the one who popped into her head. And so close to coming, she allowed the strange erotic phantasm of her son to mount her body and fuck her to orgasm.
Her orgasm reached, she shook her head at the shameful reality of her son having popped into her head. She really, really needed to get laid... her fingers not enough to bring her anywhere near the intense orgasm she was craving.
The next day Barry was obsessed. Whenever he was with his mom he could now see only a sexy pregnant MILF; a woman who desperately needed to get fucked and who wasn't getting any. His cock got hard every time he saw her.
Conversely, Cathy was still horny and was planning on demanding that her husband fuck her tonight when he got home... and she wasn't going to take no for an answer!
Barry complimented his mom every chance he got, as well as helping her at every opportunity. He woke up early and made her breakfast, delivering it to her in bed. He wondered if she was naked under her sheets and comforter... in his daydreams she was deliciously so.
She ate up the attention her son was giving her. Finally a man who loved her was demonstrating that love. These days James was gone nearly all the time, and when he finally got home he was tired and distant, showing no compassion or sympathy for his bloated, but sexually charged, forty-three-year-old wife.
This was how she deserved to be treated: fawned over and pampered. She was confident her son was turned on by her, and she desperately needed to know she was turning someone on.
That afternoon when she returned home from a couple of errands and a quick jaunt to work, realtors hardly ever keeping regular hours but almost always on call at the whim of their clients, Barry asked, "Mom, you look exhausted, can I give you a foot massage?"
