Incest with pregnant mother

This post was last edited by Night Breeze on 2009-06-20 15:52.
I'm a 15-year-old in the second year of junior high school. My father got a job in a government agency through my mother's family connections. My mother is a famous beauty; at 35, she shows no signs of middle age. On the contrary, with age, she's become even more mature, radiant, and charming, with snow-white, rosy skin and an elegant, dignified, and unapproachable air. Why would such a beautiful and noble woman like my mother marry my father, who is more than ten years older than her? Not only have outsiders never understood, but even I, their son, am completely baffled!

Six months ago, my father announced that my mother was pregnant again. The doctor's examination revealed it's a girl, meaning I'll have a little sister. Why get pregnant at 35? Their explanation is that they're worried I'll be lonely, and another child will make the house more lively.

Since Mom became pregnant with her second child, Dad has often stayed out all night. When he does come home, he's usually dead drunk. Mom's emotions are already unstable due to her pregnancy, which often leads to arguments with Dad. Sometimes she even forces him to sleep in the study, not letting him sleep with her. Dad only got his position as department head because

of Mom's family connections, so he can only meekly agree to things like this, not daring to voice any objections. Seeing his cowardly behavior, I really felt sorry for him. That night, Dad came home drunk, and I had to help Mom carry him inside. Because of her pregnancy, Mom was carrying a large belly and couldn't lift him easily, so she just supported Dad's arm and guided me. During this process, Mom was so close to me that I smelled an intoxicating fragrance emanating from her, almost making me drop Dad. Mom's right breast was against my arm, rubbing against it as we moved.

Although there was a layer of pajamas between us, I could clearly feel that my mother's right breast was very elastic, firm and full, jiggling on my forearm. These genuinely plump breasts aroused my lust, and in a moment of excitement, my penis between my legs became hard and erect. Simply rubbing my mother's left breast with my arm was no longer enough for me, so I boldly adjusted the angle of my hand, using the back of my hand to support my father's body, and using my palm to grasp my mother's left breast. My mother's face turned completely red to her ears; she also felt me secretly caressing her breast. Inadvertently, her right hand suddenly touched my large penis.

When she and I put my father on the bed, we were already covered in sweat. My mother glanced at me, and fearing her wrath, I quickly made an excuse to take a shower and fled. After I finished showering, as I walked past my mother's room, I faintly heard a soft panting sound, which soon became rapid. I felt inexplicably excited, instinctively sensing that something must have happened. I bent down and peeked through the crack in the door. I saw my mother's snow-white legs gently swaying from side to side at the foot of the bed. Occasionally, she would brace her toes, arching them into a strange bow shape. Because the crack in the door was too small and the angle was wrong, I couldn't see what she was doing. I pushed the door open lightly, making a soft "creak!" sound. My heart almost went numb with fright. Fortunately, there was no response from inside; my mother probably hadn't heard the sound. I desperately controlled my trembling fingers and pushed the door open about a centimeter. Although it was a small crack, it was almost enough for me to see most of the space in my mother's bedroom.

Dad was still fast asleep on the bed, drunk, but Mom had completely taken off her pajamas. One hand was cupping her snow-white breast, the squeezed flesh peeking out from between her fingers, looking plump and tempting—I really wanted to bite into it. Seeing how roughly she was kneading her breast, it was clear Mom was very aroused. In contrast, her other hand, placed between her legs, was much gentler. Her middle finger seemed to be gently pressing on something, slowly rotating in circles.

From where I was standing, I couldn't see clearly, but I knew her middle finger was pressing on her clitoris, and that little bud must be swollen to its limit, giving Mom immense pleasure. Wasn't that right?

All I heard from my mother's small mouth was, "Ah...ah...darling...my dear..." She was intently moving her fingers, the wet, sticky membrane rubbing against her middle finger. The twisted finger and the bright red flesh beside it created a lewd scene, and she made incredibly seductive sounds. This scene and these sounds were so unfamiliar and stimulating to me! They became the most exciting aphrodisiac for me at that moment. Who could know the loneliness my mother felt, alone in her empty room? What she was calling out now was the truth of her heart. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her recent attitude towards my father's late nights and absences. Life without love is especially painful for a woman, particularly during pregnancy. "Ah...ah...so...comfortable..." My mother's lewd voice reached my ears again. After several twists and turns, her body shifted, positioning her crotch right in front of me. For me, this was the perfect angle I had been longing for. Then I could clearly see a thick patch of dark pubic hair surrounding her bright red vulva. This was the first time in my life I had seen my mother's genitals from this angle. The distance was still a bit far, so I couldn't see the complex structure of her vulva very clearly. I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed and dissatisfied, but at least I could see my own mother's genitals

from the front—it was my good fortune! My mother's middle finger kept stirring and playing with that small fleshy ball called the clitoris, as if stroking and kneading it. It must have felt very good to her. I saw her large buttocks swaying from side to side, occasionally lifting up to meet her middle finger.

Then, my mother moved her hand from her breast to her lower abdomen, her four fingers (excluding the thumb) together, stroking her thick pubic hair. Then she pressed firmly against her mons pubis and pulled upwards, making her vulva stretch out as if convulsing. The small bud that had been hidden inside the vulva protruded, swollen and looking as if it was about to burst. My mother's other hand, with the oozing fluid on her index and middle fingers, rubbed against that little bud. Instantly, her body trembled violently, her large buttocks swaying back and forth, clearly enjoying it. I peeked through the crack in the door at this vivid and sensual scene of self-pleasure. Without realizing it, my hand slipped into my pajama bottoms, playing with my erect penis, the glans oozing clear fluid. To avoid ejaculating, I gripped my penis tightly, preventing it from becoming too unrestrained, lest I miss this wonderful spectacle, especially since the leading lady was my mother, whom I had always admired!

"Ah...ah...darling...so...so good..." my mother moaned again, her hands trying to embrace something, but only grasping emptiness. After her limbs trembled violently, she reached what felt like her umpteenth orgasm, a large amount of nectar overflowing from her vulva. The mother lay on the bed trembling for a while, then took out a black electric dildo from a small drawer in the bedside table and placed it aside. She then took out a small mirror from the drawer. She bent her knees, spread her thighs wide, and held the mirror up to her lower abdomen. It turned out that her pregnant belly was blocking her view, preventing her from seeing her vulva, so she had come up with this solution. She inserted the small mirror between her legs, which were spread at a 45-degree angle, and instantly saw the thick black pubic hair. The furry appearance caught her eye, and her face immediately flushed red. She swallowed hard, widening her eyes to carefully observe her wet vulva. Her breathing grew heavier, becoming deep and labored. At this moment, she seemed somewhat ashamed of her lewd behavior, and her whole body turned hot and red.

The mother's genitals, so obscene and lewd, with long, thick pubic hair growing like a clump of weeds beneath her lower abdomen, and the bright red vulva and clitoris nestled within it, must have been her source of pleasure, the place of her unfulfilled desires, making her blush even more. Then, holding a small mirror in one hand, the mother used the other to push open the bright red labia covering her vaginal opening. Between the labia, a clear, slippery liquid flowed, revealing the tender flesh inside, its vibrant color glistening with the liquid. Reflected in her alluring eyes, the shimmering membrane seemed to tease her desire. In the center of the glossy, red membrane was the secret opening, shaped like a concave character. The mother parted the vaginal opening with her fingertips, inserting her middle finger to probe the opening. Immediately, a milky white fluid flowed from the opening—it must be the mother's love fluid!

The air seemed to be sucked into that cavity as her labia kept shrinking inward, drilling deeper into her fleshy hole with the insertion of her middle finger. Her mother's finger rubbed further down, below her vulva was her perineum, and a little further in was her light brown anus wrapped in her buttocks. Her finger was now pressing against the tender flesh of her buttocks, revealing a small, reddish fleshy hole covered with sparse pubic hair. That hole was very distinct under her vulva. The small hole, which was originally closed and slightly wrinkled, was pressed open by her mother's finger, and she even inserted a finger. She let out two muffled cries, and the knuckle of her middle finger disappeared into the small hole. Her mother's movements were sometimes curved and teasing, sometimes gently hooking. As the lustful fluid flowing from the slits lubricated the small fleshy hole, the movement of her middle finger became faster and faster. The anus seemed to tightly suck her finger, giving her a sensual pleasure. Her mother screamed because of the excitement throughout her body, and her delicate body twisted and turned in rhythm with the speed of her middle finger's rubbing.

After twisting wildly for a while, Mom probably felt it wasn't enough. She took out some toilet paper and carefully wiped away the wet vaginal fluid. Then she gently brought the electric dildo next to her crotch and began to rub it against the vaginal membrane that was still dripping with vaginal fluid.

Her two small, flower-like labia minora were engorged and sensitive. The pleasure that had been gradually subsiding began to surge through her nervous system again. She pressed down slightly on the large head of the dildo, forcing her labia minora apart. Thick fluid immediately soaked the tip of the dildo. She gently pulled it out, rubbing the wet head against her labia minora. A sharp, pleasurable sensation shot through her as she cried out, "Ah..." After a satisfied moan, she sighed and pressed the switch on the dildo. The entire dildo vibrated slightly. The vibration seemed to be incredibly pleasurable for her, for a wanton expression returned to her face as she squinted her eyes, savoring the pleasure it brought. [This post was edited by 枫椛樰枂 on 2016-06-02 22:52]

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