Story Excerpt

Fucking My Pregnant Mother, by Jezebel Rose

When I was about 18 years old, my mother got pregnant with my little sister, and we moved to my grandmother’s place. We used to live in an apartment before, but with the addition of a new member to our family, my father decided to build ourselves a new house in the suburbs. So, my mother and I moved to my grandmother’s while my father was away, busy with the construction. Things had not been going very well between my mother and my father; they had been sleeping in separate rooms for quite a long time. The pregnancy was an accident, which they agreed might be their chance for a new beginning.

My grandmother was ancient; she lived in a Victorian style house in the city with my unmarried aunt, my mother’s sister. My mother still had her bedroom in the house, which my grandmother used as a guest room when her children would visit. My mother would sleep on her bed, while I would place a mattress on the floor by the balcony door so that I could enjoy the fresh breeze of the night while I sleep.

My mother maintained a nice figure throughout her pregnancy. Sharing the same room with her, I started becoming more and more aware of her body. At home, in our apartment, I never saw her naked before; she would always close the door when she undressed, and both my father and she were a very prude about making love in the house.

I started looking at her, at her swollen breasts when she would change in the room, she tried her best to hide it, and she would usually turn her back to me while she broke her top and if she had to undress entirely, and she would ask me to leave the room, turn around or close my eyes. I was still able to catch glimpses of her body. I liked her nipples, they were bigger than I expected them to be, and she had large, dark aureoles. I loved her ass, the cheeks pressed tightly against each other.

On weekends, when I did not have to go to school, I used to sleep until late, I would lie there on the mattress and pretend to be asleep, and I would wait for hours until she would come back in the bedroom after her shower, wearing only her bathrobe. Thinking I was sound asleep, she would untie her robe and glance at herself in the mirror, looking at her rounded belly. In addition, I would be granted a full frontal view of her vagina, dark and hairy, beautifully contrasting with her fair skin.

She was surprisingly quite hirsute, with some black hairs on her armpits and all around her thighs and pubic area. After checking her growing belly – which was not so big, she was only a few months through her pregnancy, and it was just slightly rounded as opposed to her official slim figure – she would apply some moisturizing cream on her legs and arms. She would place one foot on a chair and rub down her thigh, knee, and shin. Sometimes her robe would slide down to the side, revealing her entire leg, and from my position on the ground; I could get a clear view of her vagina, and protruding labial lips, which were dark and somewhat uglier than I thought they would be.

Hers was the first real-life vagina I had seen in my life. I was still a virgin, and I never had a girlfriend. At the time, the internet was not so readily available, so I was not watching any porn, but I did have a few magazines I was jerking off to. The women in the magazines were nothing compared to my mother, they were mostly blonde, had big rounded breasts and small nipples, and bald pussies.

After applying her cream, she would put on her underwear. They were often not well matched; some of her panties were old and all bleached out. I loved to watch her slip her panty on and strap her bra above her belly before turning it around to its right position. Most of her underwear were beige, white or pastel pink. Afterward, she would remove her robe and put on her dress, I used to love the sight of her body in underwear. Watching her, every weekend made me very aroused,

I would wait for her to exit the room and masturbate under the sheets. Sometimes, when she would linger around the room, I would make it to the bathroom instead, and I would look for her dirty panties in the hamper, bring them to my nose and masturbate to the scent of my mother’s vagina.

At night, whenever I was horny, I used to look at her bare thighs from my position on the floor, while she slept on the bed, and masturbate thinking of her hairy vagina. I often wondered how it would feel to drive my cock into those dark lips. Things went on like that, and a month passed. My father came to visit a few times, but I could tell that there was still some tension between them; they were quite distant from each other.

Then summer came, and the city was soon a blazing hell. My mother’s belly grew slightly more prominent, and she started wearing light clothing, without the bra. I could clearly see her perking nipples and the shape of her breasts through her clothes. A night, she started sleeping with me on the mattress, because it was too hot on the bed even with the fan on. On the mattress, we could feel the cool night breeze; she found it refreshing and decided to share the mattress with me on those hot summer nights.

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