Sleeping with a pregnant mother

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 —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 floor, I could clearly see her vulva,

the labia perhaps from too much work, a bit dark, and less attractive than I had imagined.

This was the first time in my life I'd 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'd secretly masturbate 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 properly; some were old and faded. I loved watching her put on

her underwear —first the panties, then the bra, tying the back straps, adjusting her breasts.

Then she'd take off her bathrobe and put on her usual clothes. She was sexier in just her underwear,

and watching her naked every weekend made me increasingly aroused.

I'd 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. Then, I would pull out her dirty underwear from the basket, bring it to my nose

, and inhale the lingering fragrance of her vaginal fluids.

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 often fantasize about

what it would feel like to insert my penis between her dark labia. A month passed slowly like this. During that time,

my father visited us a few times, but I could tell their relationship hadn't progressed much. They stood

far apart , hardly making any intimate gestures.

Summer arrived, and the whole city became a sweltering furnace. My mother's belly grew larger, 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 on, it was still unbearably hot

, so my mother slept with me on a makeshift bed on the floor. Lying on the mat, she could feel the cool breeze, which

was exceptionally refreshing. So she decided to sleep with me on this mat every night during the hot summer.

I was, of course, overjoyed; such an alluring body was so close to me, almost within reach. At

night , I would sometimes pretend to unconsciously put my legs on top of her, and she didn't mind. She would even place my hand

on her stomach, feeling the tiny life throbbing inside. After she fell asleep, I would quietly move my hand

to her breasts and gently caress her nipples. This stimulation made me very hard, my penis rising and

pressing between my mother's two plump buttocks. When I was too excited, I would move away and secretly 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. When she came over and lay on the side of the mat, she would give me a meaningful

smile. Her gentle demeanor gave me a dizzying hint: she didn't mind my nighttime escapades.

One night, I repeated my actions, my hand moving upwards from 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 could tell we were both definitely 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 sensed it too, and began to slowly shift her hips, pressing them 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 conceal what I was doing, I knew she

knew what I was doing, because she was fully awake and watching my every move.

I didn't care anymore and continued masturbating, though I was still worried she might suddenly get up and confront me while I was

engrossed in . But her next action surprised me. I felt her hand slowly moving,

and soon it reached between her legs, and she began to masturbate as well. Her movements were very light, but I still knew

what . 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, ejaculated

, and then went to sleep. The next morning, we both pretended nothing had happened. My mom 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 so good; she must have washed it with new shampoo. After

about an hour, I felt she had fallen asleep, so I immediately moved my hand to her breasts. This time, I

went 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 mom's pajamas. I felt

some secretions seep from my urethra, smearing it on her pajamas. I slowly slid inside her pajamas, pressing against

her smooth skin. I was surprised to find that she wasn't wearing underwear; my penis was directly against her white, tender

buttocks . The incestuous stimulation made me even harder.

I paused for a moment, quietly observing my mom's reaction; I knew she definitely wasn't asleep. She made no

move, which I interpreted as silent encouragement. I pressed myself against her body, my thigh over her buttocks,

pressing down on 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 that the head of my penis was pressed against a fleshy spot, immersed in warm liquid. I had never

imagined that 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 make my movements 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 into her

vagina As I started to thrust, I felt my mother's waist move, her hands moved to the pillow, and she hugged it tightly.

Then she relaxed her body, slowly moving, finding my hard glans, the entrance to her vagina facing it, and then she

stopped moving. Seeing this opportunity, I didn't hesitate and thrust in quickly,

forcefully into my mother's vagina. After soaking in the slippery wetness 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 the way back in. Perhaps she was genuinely afraid I'd slip

out, because she gave me another chance, this time much more obviously; she was definitely conscious. Once

the head of my penis was inside her opening, I tried to slowly push 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. I could feel her vaginal walls contracting,

tightly squeezing my penis.

Was my mother using her vagina to entice her son to continue having sex with 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, pressing against the upper wall of her vagina.

I immediately noticed her body trembling slightly.

We maintained this subtle movement for several minutes, then I excitedly ejaculated inside her, causing her

body to sway a few more times. My semen dripped from my penis as it slid out, 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. However, 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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