Sleeping with a pregnant mother

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When I was 18, my mother became pregnant with my little sister, and we moved to my maternal grandmother's house. We used to live in an apartment in the city, but with the arrival of the new family member, my father decided to build a new house in the suburbs. So, my mother and I moved to my grandmother's house temporarily, while my father stayed in the new house, busy with construction. My parents' relationship wasn't very good; they had been sleeping in separate rooms for a long time. This pregnancy was unexpected, but they hoped it would be a turning point in their relationship. My grandmother was quite old and lived with my single aunt in an old Victorian-era house in the city. My mother's bedroom was still there, but it served as a guest room when my grandmother's children visited. My mother slept in her bedroom, while I made a makeshift bed on the balcony outside her room, enjoying the cool breeze at night. I must say, even though my mother was pregnant, she maintained a good figure. Sharing a room with her, I paid even more attention to her health. When I lived in that apartment, I had never seen her naked. She always closed the bedroom door when she changed, and both she and my father were very proper people, even when making love in the bedroom. While she changed in the bedroom, I would sneak peeks at her, stealing glances at her increasingly large breasts. She would try to cover herself; when she changed her top, she would turn her back to me; if she had to take off all her clothes, she would tell me to leave, or turn her head and close her eyes, refusing to peek. Of course, I would always steal a few peeks at her naked body. I especially liked her nipples; they were much larger than I had imagined, and her areolas were very large, dark brown, and very alluring. Her fleshy buttocks were very attractive to me, round and full, with snow-white, delicate flesh that made me want to bite them. On weekends, I didn't have to go to school, so I could sleep in very late. I would lie on the mattress, pretending to still be asleep, until she finished showering and returned to the bedroom wearing only a towel. Perhaps thinking I was fast asleep, she confidently loosened the belt of her bathrobe, looked in the mirror, admired her beautiful body, and lovingly stroked her gradually rounding belly. At that moment, I could perfectly see her vulva, covered in thick, dark pubic hair, completely different from her fair and smooth skin. She had a lot of body hair, with black armpit hair, and many dark hairs on her pubic area and inner thighs. After examining her belly—which wasn't actually very big, only a few months pregnant, slightly rounder than her once flat stomach—she would apply moisturizer to her limbs. She would put one leg on a chair and apply it to her thighs, knees, and calves. Sometimes her bathrobe would slip down to one side, exposing her entire leg. From my angle lying on the ground, I could clearly see her vulva, the labia protruding from her pubic hair. Perhaps from too much masturbation, they were a bit dark, uglier than I had imagined. This was the first time in my life I had ever seen a live vulva. To this day, I'm still a virgin, never had a girlfriend. Back then, the internet wasn't as prevalent as it is now, and it was rare to see pornographic films. I only saw them in magazines bought from street vendors, and I secretly masturbated a few times. The women in those magazines were nothing compared to my mother standing before me now, even though they were all blonde beauties with large, full breasts, small nipples, and shaved vulvas. After applying lotion, she put on her underwear. Her underwear was mostly beige, white, and pink. These underwear didn't fit well; some were old and faded. I really enjoy secretly watching her put on her underwear. First, she pulls on her panties, then her bra, tying the back straps, and adjusting the position of her breasts. Then, she takes off her bathrobe and puts on her usual clothes. But she looks sexier in just her underwear. I secretly watch her antique painting every weekend.The sight of domestically produced, Japanese, Korean, European, and American high-quality nude videos made me increasingly aroused. I would wait for her to leave the bedroom, then hide under the covers and masturbate. Sometimes she would linger in the bedroom, so I would have to go to the bathroom to masturbate. At that time, I would take out her dirty underwear that she had thrown in the basket, bring it to my nose, and carefully smell the fragrance of her remaining vaginal fluid. At night, whenever I felt desire, I would peek at her smooth, white thighs; after she fell asleep, I would fantasize about her hairy vulva and excitedly masturbate. I would fantasize for a long time about what it would feel like to insert my penis between her dark labia. A month passed slowly like this. During this time, my father came to see us a few times, but I could tell that their relationship had not progressed much. The two of them stood far apart and hardly made any intimate gestures. Summer arrived, and the whole city turned into a sweltering furnace. My mother's belly grew bigger, and she started wearing loose clothes and stopped wearing a bra. Through her clothes, I could clearly see her protruding nipples and the shape of her breasts. One night, because the bed was too hot, even with the fan running, it was still unbearably hot, so my mother slept with me on a makeshift mat on the floor. Lying on the mat, she could feel the cool breeze blowing, which was exceptionally refreshing, so she decided to sleep with me on this mat for all the hot summer nights. Of course, I couldn't be happier. Such an alluring body was so close to me, almost within reach. At night, when we slept, I would sometimes pretend to unconsciously place my leg on top of her, and she didn't mind. She would even place my hand on her stomach, feeling the tiny life throbbing inside. Once she was asleep, I would quietly move my hand to her breasts and gently caress her nipples. This stimulation made me incredibly hard, my penis thrusting out between my mother's two plump buttocks. When I got too excited, I would move away and quietly masturbate, so that even if she suddenly woke up, she wouldn't notice my little actions. At first, I thought she probably didn't notice my little actions while she slept, but gradually, I began to notice some subtle hints. She would come over and, as she lay on the side of the mat, give me a meaningful smile. Her gentle attitude gave me a dizzying suggestion: she didn't mind my nighttime licentiousness. One night, I repeated my trick, my hand moving up her stomach, searching for her nipples. I felt her tremble slightly, and her breathing changed. My hand slowly moved from her breasts to her waist, pretending to accidentally brush against her nipples, but I knew we were both awake, awkwardly lying on the mat. I pretended to be asleep, but my penis was hard as a rock in my underwear, pressing tightly against my mother's buttocks. She must have felt it too, and began to slowly shift her buttocks, pressing even more tightly against my penis. Then she remained still, quietly waiting for my next move. I gently turned around, my back to her, and pulled my penis out of my underwear, starting to masturbate. No matter how hard I tried to hide what I was doing, I knew she knew exactly what I was doing, because she was fully awake, watching my every move. I ignored it and continued masturbating, though I was still worried she might suddenly get up and confront me while I was engrossed in what I was doing. But her next action surprised me. I felt her hand slowly moving, and soon it reached between her legs, and she started masturbating too. Her movements were very light, but I still knew what she was doing. Less than a minute later, she stopped and curled up in the blankets. Had I just witnessed my own mother reach an orgasm? I quickly followed in her footsteps and ejaculated as well, then buried my head in my sleep. The next morning, we both pretended nothing had happened. My mother tidied the blankets and took them to wash, but she didn't say a word and silently went to the bathroom. The following night, we went to bed early. As usual, I hugged her from behind, my hand stroking her stomach. Her hair smelled wonderful; she must have washed it with new shampoo. After about an hour, I felt she was asleep, so I immediately moved my hand to her breasts. This time, I went a step further, no longer just pretending to touch them accidentally, but boldly grabbing one of her breasts and gently kneading her nipple with my fingers. My penis immediately became hard, and I pulled it out of my underwear, pressing it tightly against my mother's pajamas. I felt some secretions seeping from my urethra, smearing it on her pajamas. I slowly slid inside her pajamas, pressing against her smooth skin. I was surprised to find she wasn't wearing underwear; my penis was directly pressed against her white, tender buttocks. The incestuous stimulation made me even harder. I paused for a moment, quietly observing my mother's reaction. I knew she definitely wasn't asleep. Her lack of movement seemed like silent encouragement to me. I pressed myself against her body, my thigh over her buttocks, pressing against her legs, and then squeezed my penis between her buttocks, trying to find the entrance to her vagina. I felt my penis slide over a velvety, soft area, soaked with my own secretions. Suddenly, I realized my glans was pressed against a fleshy spot, immersed in warm liquid. I had never imagined my mother's vagina would be so moist and warm, welcoming my return. I tried to find the entrance to my mother's vagina, trying not to be too obvious. After all, we were both pretending to be asleep. Lacking sexual experience, I couldn't find the way into my mother's body, so I decided to force my way in. As I started to thrust, I noticed my mother's waist move, her hands moving to the pillow, hugging it tightly. Then I relaxed my body, slowly moved, found my hard glans, and positioned the entrance to her vagina directly in front of it, then stopped moving. Seizing this opportunity, I didn't hesitate to thrust in, pushing my entire penis into my mother's vagina with a single, forceful movement. After soaking in the slippery vagina for a while, I very slowly pulled out, inch by inch, still pretending it was an accidental insertion. I was sure I hadn't completely pulled out, pretending I couldn't find my way back in. Perhaps she was genuinely afraid I'd slip out, and she gave me another chance, this time much more obviously; she was definitely conscious. Once my glans was inside her vaginal opening, I slowly pushed it back in. I couldn't believe I was actually inside my own mother's vagina, and she was even consciously helping me. When my penis was fully inside, I soaked in it for a while longer, feeling her vaginal walls contracting, tightly squeezing my penis. Was my mother using her vagina to entice her son to continue fucking her? I also inserted my penis inside her, contracting the muscles of my penis in sync with her contractions, instead of making obvious thrusting motions. I felt my penis growing thicker and thicker inside her, pointing upwards and pressing against the upper wall of her vagina. I immediately noticed her body trembling slightly. We maintained this subtle movement for several minutes, and then I excitedly ejaculated inside her, making her body sway a few more times. After my penis slid out of her vagina, still dripping with my semen, I turned away. She masturbated for a little while longer, and then we both went to sleep under the covers. The next day, we pretended nothing had happened. However, that night she slept in her own bed, and we didn't do anything that exciting for a long time. But that's another story.Dom, being the most professional, helped me again, and this time it was especially obvious; she was definitely conscious. Once my glans entered her vagina, I tried to insert it slowly. I couldn't believe I was actually inside my own mother's vagina, and she was so consciously helping me. When my penis was fully inside, I soaked in it for a while. I could feel her vaginal walls contracting, tightly squeezing my penis. Was my mother using her vagina to entice her son to continue fucking her? I also inserted my penis inside her, contracting the muscles of my penis in sync with her contractions, instead of making obvious thrusting motions. I felt my penis getting thicker and thicker inside her, even pointing upwards, pressing against the upper wall of her vagina. I immediately noticed her body trembling slightly. We maintained this little movement for several minutes, and then I excitedly ejaculated inside her, making her body sway a few times. My penis slid out of her vagina, still dripping with my semen, and I turned away. She masturbated for a little while longer, then we both went to sleep under the covers. The next day, we pretended nothing had happened. But that night she slept in her bed, and we didn't do anything that exciting for a long time. But that's another story.Dom, being the most professional, helped me again, and this time it was especially obvious; she was definitely conscious. Once my glans entered her vagina, I tried to insert it slowly. I couldn't believe I was actually inside my own mother's vagina, and she was so consciously helping me. When my penis was fully inside, I soaked in it for a while. I could feel her vaginal walls contracting, tightly squeezing my penis. Was my mother using her vagina to entice her son to continue fucking her? I also inserted my penis inside her, contracting the muscles of my penis in sync with her contractions, instead of making obvious thrusting motions. I felt my penis getting thicker and thicker inside her, even pointing upwards, pressing against the upper wall of her vagina. I immediately noticed her body trembling slightly. We maintained this little movement for several minutes, and then I excitedly ejaculated inside her, making her body sway a few times. My penis slid out of her vagina, still dripping with my semen, and I turned away. She masturbated for a little while longer, then we both went to sleep under the covers. The next day, we pretended nothing had happened. But that night she slept in her bed, and we didn't do anything that exciting for a long time. But that's another story.

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