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My Pregnant Mum

By: geronimo_appleby



Thanks to Soli, as usual.

Angelus, in Oz - here ya go.

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I couldn't care less if it was coincidence, fate, or just blind luck? Take your pick, you can analyse things all you want, I don't care a jot. I don't care what series of events led me to be stood on that street corner when my mother drove past. All I can say is with hindsight; I'm so pleased I was there.

I didn't have a job, I was finding it hard to find one and even harder to keep one when I did. I was just lounging, with no particular place to go and in no hurry to get there. I was just deliberating whether to stop off at Tony's for a hamburger and a game of pinball, or whether I should just go home and do nothing. It wasn't much of a choice for me, home had nothing to offer, this was 1977 and there were no Playstations, computers or satellite TV in those days, not in the Eastern States of Australia at least. I was bored and restless, eighteen years old and with nowhere to go.

I was just setting off for Tony's when I saw Geoff Chambers cruise by in his panel van. This was nothing startling, it was a pretty small town and I'd see Geoff and his van most days, or at least five times a week, but what made this occasion different to all the other times I'd seen Geoff was because my mother was sat next to him in the van.

What the fuck..?

I went to Tony's and ate my hamburger. I wasted a dollar on some pinball without really concentrating on what I was doing, I was too busy mulling over why my mother was in Geoff's van.

My mother was seven months pregnant and my dad had been in Pentridge for the previous five of those months. Now, it could be entirely innocent and Geoff could've been giving Mum a lift home out of the goodness of his heart, but I knew that Geoff had a 'thing' for my mother. There was a little history between them from their teenage years. Mum and Geoff had gone out together, but my mother had gone for the dangerous bloke, my Dad, and had left Geoff in the dust.

Maybe Geoff was just helping out, but I decided to find out for myself. I'm like my Dad physically, big, strong and not to be fucked with. Dad had laid the cornerstone of a reputation and I had already begun to build on it. I'd been the hardest bastard in my school two years before I left and even the oldest kids had steered clear once I'd proven myself in a series of vicious playground confrontations. Since those schoolyard fights, I'd enhanced my reputation by beating a few of the older men in the town as well.

I decided to pay Geoff a little visit to check what was going on ...and I didn't waste any time.

I caught Geoff as he arrived home about an hour after I'd left Tony's. Presumably, he'd been with my mother and was only just now arriving home. I caught him off guard, just as he was opening the door of his one storey, timber fronted house.

My opening phrase: 'Get inside, you fucker.'

Geoff cried out in alarm, but was too slow to react and I had him inside, out of sight, before he even knew what had hit him.

'Whu... whu... what?' Was all he could manage after my violent shove sent him sprawling onto his own hallway carpet.

'Shut your fucking face, you weak bastard,' I spat at him, looming huge as I stood over him, my stance designed to be as intimidating as possible. I gave the pathetic, prostrate figure a dig with my runner and continued with my interrogation. I didn't plan on giving Geoff any time to think; I wanted him cornered and scared. 

'I'm gonna give you just the one chance.' To emphasise my point, I leaned down and grabbed Geoff's shirt front, dragging his face up close to my own threatening countenance. 'One chance,' I continued, 'you lie to me and I'll kick your fuckin' face in.'

My clenched teeth, corded neck and sprayed spittle must have had the desired effect because Geoff could only gulp and nod, obviously shit scared of the violence that had burst upon him so unexpectedly.

'Luke?' he asked and I quashed the recovery instantly, remorseless in my quest.

'Yeah, it's Luke,' I answered and then I smashed a bunched fist into his face. 'And that's just a taste of what you'll get if you bullshit me, Geoff.' I pulled him even closer to my own face and grimaced at him. 'So don't you fucking "Luke" me, we ain't mates, and you know I could rip your fucking head off, if I wanted.'

'Sure, yeah, I know.' Geoff made no effort to staunch the blood that was oozing from his nose. I knew from experience that I had him; he was too scared to retaliate... Fuck, if he did, I would've beaten the shit out of him just for my own sadistic pleasure – I was a really bad boy in those days, full of attitude...

I threw Geoff away, almost with contempt, and then hit him with the question. 'Are you fucking my mother?'

I went in straight away, before the shock could wear off sufficiently and Geoff could think. I wanted him scared witless and confused, unable to think straight, so I kept up the pressure.

'You know, Geoff, my mum, Tommy's wife... Well, are you?'

I reached down and lifted Geoff's head by his hair. I punched him once, then again, not hard, just enough to keep his mind spinning. 

'Luke...' He began, so I hit him again.

'Tell me, tell me, you cunt.'

'No!' he squealed as I twisted his hair tightly, but he didn't mean he wasn't fucking her; the cry was just a plea for me to stop hurting him.

'I saw you, Geoff; I saw you an' her in your van.' I lifted Geoff up so that his scalp took an increasing load of his body weight. The pain must have been excruciating, not that I gave a fuck, I wanted answers... right fucking now.

'Luke...' Geoff's voice sickened me; it was pathetic, it was weak, and I hated weakness, despised it.

'Listen, cunt. You can tell me and I'll let you go, as long as you end it, but,' and I twisted his hair now, so hard I pulled great chunks of it out by the roots, 'but, if I leave it till my dad gets out...' I let the threat hang, leaving my father's reputation to work at Geoff's mind like a rat gnawing at his soul. 'My dad will pull your cock and balls off and make you eat the lot.'

My words had the desired effect and, although he never actually confessed, Geoff sobbed and swore that he would never see my mother again. Of course, I gave him a good beating, just to make sure he got the message, and I left him bloodied and beat; a pathetic heap just inside his own doorway. 

Now it was time to find Mum.

I slammed the door to the house and stood still, just inside the door. I tuned all my senses for my mother's presence. I could tell she was home, I could sense it, but where was she?

'Mum!' I called. There was a momentary pause and then I heard her voice from the back bedroom, her bedroom, the one she shared with dad.

'Hi, Luke, I'm just having a lie down.'

I went to her immediately, full of anger and intent upon letting her know I'd found her out. How she'd been fucking Geoff. I reached her room and saw her lying on her bed. She looked up at me and I felt I'd never seen anything so beautiful in my life. Her belly was big and swollen, seven months gone. I felt a brief flare of anger as the poisoned tines of jealousy pricked my liver. Was this my father's child, or was it Geoff's? The thought of my mother's belly, huge, big with child and with that wanker's seed... well, it sickened me and I fought the urge to revisit Geoff right then, right at that moment. 

'Why are you in bed, Mum?' I asked. 'You not feeling too good?'

'No, baby,' she replied. 'I've been feeling a little poorly for most of the afternoon, I thought I'd just take it easy.'

I was torn. Torn with the need, the red hot anger that insisted I confront my mother with her infidelity right now, and with the sudden hot flush of love I felt for her when I saw how vulnerable she was.

Dammit, I was too confused.

'Oh,' was all I could manage. 'Would you like anything?' I asked. 'A cup of tea or something to eat'

'No thanks, baby,' she whispered, and I left her alone to sleep if that was what she wanted.

I prowled the house, agitated and upset. I was angry with my mother, angry as hell, but how come I couldn't confront her about her infidelity? It had been easy with Geoff, simple in fact. I had instinctively known how to handle Geoff, but my mum? Well, she was different. I needed a little time to think it over.

Later that evening, after my mother had slept, she came to the living room where I was quietly watching TV. I watched Molly Meldrum rave on about some new rock band on Countdown, but was completely disinterested since I was concentrating on my mother and Geoff. 

She came into the room and touched me lightly on the shoulder. For some reason that touch electrified me and I looked at my heavily pregnant mother with fire in my eyes.

I can't explain the feeling that came over me. Perhaps it was the shock of discovering that she'd been fucking Geoff. Perhaps it was that and the domesticity of the scene. I felt I was now the Master of the house and with my dad in jail, that I was responsible. I'd seen Geoff off and was sure he'd no longer be a problem, but now I still had one problem to deal with. 

My mother, she was a cheating bitch and I couldn't let that go. No way.

'Mum.' My voice cracked with the emotion I was feeling. I may have been a thug and a bully, but I'd always loved my mother and now I was confused, totally at a loss.

'What is it, Luke?' my mother asked showing the same concern as if I'd been four years old with a bloodied knee.

'Geoff,' I blurted, unthinking. 'It's Geoff and what you've been doing.'

My mother's face turned ashen. It was as though she'd seen a ghost and she sat down heavily.

'What do you mean, Geoff?' She asked ...'Geoff who?'

That sealed it, for her to ask "Geoff who?" Well, that just decided it as far as I was concerned. She was guilty, bang to rights.

'Geoff,' I looked at her, hot tears surprising me as they welled over my lower lids. 'The Geoff you've been fucking while Dad's inside... ring any fucking bells?'

'I... I don't know what you mean.'

I had to hand it to her; she was good at the game. Her protestations and wide eyed innocence were bloody convincing, but... 

I'd already got it from Geoff.

'Please,' my mother's voice was hoarse. 'Please, I... I don't know what you mean, really.' My mother stood awkwardly with her pronounced bump and she took me into her arms. She cuddled me as close as she could and tried in vain to get her arms around me fully. 'Don't cry, baby,' she crooned softly, 'don't cry. Geoff Chambers gave me a lift from town, that's all.'

I sniffed back the shameful tears and scoffed at my mother. 'I've been to see Geoff,' I blurted and studied my mother closely. 'I've been to see him ...and I've made sure he's not going to bother you any more.'

'Oh, God, Luke, what... what have you done to him?' My mother knew I was my father's son and what I was capable of. She looked shocked at my revelation and I felt proud, proud that I'd shown I was the Master of the house.

'I've shown him that he can't fuck with my family and get away with,' I shouted, incensed that my mother should show concern for the turd, Chambers.

'Luke, please, Luke,' my mother tugged at my arm. 'How bad is he? Will the police..?'

'He's alive,' I said simply and saw my mother breathe a sigh of relief.

She hugged me again and this time, being taller than her I kissed the top of her head. As my lips touched my mother's clean, blonde hair I took in the familiar scent of her. A scent I'd known since I'd been a small boy and it was still a comfortable, familiar smell. I held my mother close and breathed in the essence of her. I was glad to hold her close like this, but I was unprepared for what was to follow.

As we hugged I felt a strange thrill rush through my body. No, that wasn't right, it wasn't a strange thrill at all, it was a completely recognisable feeling; it was just the circumstances that confused me at first. The fragile, yet all too solid lump of my mother's pregnant belly pushed against me and I could feel the swollen mounds of my mother's big breasts pressed against my chest. The sense of my mother's femininity and my recent, self imposed change in status caused a sense of love for my mother to swell my heart and, in addition, somehow, confusedly caused my penis to thicken in my jeans. The thrill I felt was lust... I was beginning to lust after my own mother.

I held my mother tightly and savoured the sublime, burgeoning sensations flowing through my lower belly. My cock stiffened quickly and very soon all I could think of was how it would be to have my beautiful, pregnant mother impaled on my hard length.

At first, my mother returned my hug, but after a time she began to sense that somehow things had changed and she tried to pull away from me.

'Luke..?' She questioned when I held on to her insistently. 'Luke, please... Please, baby, let me go...' 

I can't describe the madness that gripped me. I felt sure that if only I could show my mother physically how much I wanted her, that she'd be sure to understand, and even reciprocate my love for her. If only I could make her understand...

I held her to me tightly with one hand and pressed the urgency of my erection against her soft body. 

'Mum,' I whispered and lifted her chin so that her face was upturned. I pushed my mouth down against hers and kissed her, desperate for her to feel my desire and for her to return my love.

My mother's whole body stiffened as she tried to fight me off. Of course, she was no match for me physically and I was easily able to hold her as she wriggled and fought.

I was still gripped by the iron fist of lust; still certain that if only I could show her; that she'd surely want the same thing as me. How could she fight the feelings? 

As I continued to hold my mother with one hand I managed to unzip my jeans and fished my aching cock out. It was huge, bigger than I could ever remember seeing it. The girth surprised me and the sight of its shocking appearance certainly galvanised my mother. After a brief moment of stunned immobility where she'd ceased her struggles, my mother then redoubled her efforts and finally wrenched free.

'Luke!' she cried, undoubtedly trying to bring me to my senses, but she might as well have been speaking to a deaf man... I was oblivious and I advanced on her threateningly.

She did the only thing she could do under the circumstances and slapped me – hard. The stinging blow stopped me dead in my tracks and I blinked in surprise at my panting mother.

'What..?' Her breath came in gasps and she was struggling to come to terms with what had just happened.

'Mum,' I croaked as I felt my cheek burn. 'I... I want to fuck you... please...'

The bluntness of my words astounded my mother and she sat heavily on the old sofa, her belly making her movements awkward and ungainly.

'Luke...' she breathed and looked at me, her face a mask of shock. 'I'm your mother... For God's sake, I'm your MOTHER!'

'I love you, Mum,' I replied simply. It was all I could think of to say. Why couldn't she understand?

She snorted at those words and, to my disbelief, began to laugh. Of course, looking back, I realise that this was just a nervous reaction. She wasn't actually finding the situation funny, it was just an unconscious response.

However, her laughter incensed me; my blood boiled and I flashed in temper.

'What are you laughing at, you slut?' I snarled. 'You'll fuck that limp cock, Chambers...' I took hold of my own thick cock and almost shoved it into my mother's face as she sat with her face perversely at the perfect height. 'Suck this like you suck his,' I hissed through gritted teeth. 'Go on, suck it.'

I waved my erection into my mother's face and actually felt the big dome of my cock brush her cheek. I looked down at her and saw a smear of clear precum glistening dully on her skin. The sight of my goo on my mother's face excited me beyond description and there was absolutely no way I was going to be stopped now – no way on earth- I was determined to have her.

'Please, Luke,' my mother whimpered. 'Please stop... Stop it, now!'

Heedless of my mother's desperate entreaties and the thick tears that rolled down her cheeks, I took hold of her head and pushed the fat end of my cock against her tightly pursed mouth.

'You'll fucking suck me,' I whispered. 'You'll suck me or else... or else I'll tell the old man what you get up to with Chambers. Then that whining little cunt will get killed for sure.'

My mother looked up at me from beyond the stiffness of my proffered cock. Her eyes were huge as she quickly analysed the potential for violence that would be unleashed if I carried out my threat. She must have been assessing the probabilities of me actually blabbing to my father, and also considered my dad's subsequent reaction to the news that his wife had been playing away. She must have realised that not only would dad rip Geoff Chambers limb from limb, but that she'd be in for a severe hiding as well.

Her mute consideration didn't take anywhere near as long for her to actually carry out as it did for me to describe it, but at the point of realisation my mother delighted me by opening her lips and poking out her pink, wet tongue. She looked at me once again, for one final moment before the point of no return. It was a long, imploring look, a look that will stay with me forever. I held my breath as I held her eyes with my own gaze and then, almost imperceptibly, she moved her head slowly forward and her tongue came into contact with my cock for the first time.

My breath hissed from my nostrils as I breathed out violently. I swallowed heavily and continued to watch as my mother licked the big dome of my cock head. I pushed my fingers through the thick, blonde hair and held my mother's head steady while she lapped at me with her beautifully tickling tongue.

'Is this what you want, Luke?' My mother was holding my cock in her fist now and was slowly running her hand up and down the stiff shaft as she spoke quietly to me. 'Is this what you want? Do you want your own mother to touch you?'

'Jesus, Mum, yes!' I groaned. 'I love you... I wanted to protect you... Oh... Oh, God...'

All my feelings and emotions were confused. It was the madness; I'd been overwhelmed. Deep down, deep in some hidden recess, somewhere in the synapses I knew what I'd done was wrong, fundamentally wrong, and morally reprehensible... But it was the madness, plain and simple. 

The already faint voice of doubt quieted and was ignored completely when my mother slurped wetly over my cock before wrapping her lips fully around the large bulb. She sucked at me and took several inches of my meat into her mouth. I felt her wetness envelop me and could still feel her tongue wriggling against the underside of my shaft as she fellated me. She tickled my scrotum with her elegant fingers and rolled my heavy balls between her fingers gently.

I could only groan and moan in appreciation at the sensations my mother was eliciting in my viscera and which surged outwards from that point deep in my belly. My cock grew harder as my mother sucked at me and it seemed to be taking on impossible proportions that were equally matched by my ever increasing ardour.

My mother sucked me for a long, drawn out moment and, eventually, let my cock slip from between her lips. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, but missed the thin, silver thread of our combined juices that linked her chin to my penis. I looked down at her and felt the arterial burst of love for her once again.

We'd done it, we'd crossed the bridge and there was no going back. Whatever happened I'd had carnal knowledge of my own mother. She'd sucked my cock and it had been divine so far, but I wanted more.

'Is that enough, Luke?' My mother looked at me with hope in her eyes. I looked down at her again and I saw the light visibly fade away when she understood that I was nowhere near finished, in fact I'd only just begun.


My Pregnant Mum



'No, Mum,' I whispered, 'it's not enough, not by a long shot.' I unzipped my jeans and at the same time kicked off my running shoes. 'Take your dress off,' I ordered as I stripped and soon I was standing naked in front of my unmoving mother. I sighed and reached for my mother's hands and half pulled her to her feet. 'The dress,' I insisted. 'Take it off – Now.'

My mother unbuttoned the front of her dress and reluctantly let it slip over her shoulders. I watched as her swollen abdomen was exposed to me and I was amazed at the tightness of her skin as it stretched over her precious cargo. I reached out and felt the bump that had so altered my mother's body and I caressed it gently.

'The bra, Mum,' I sighed and kissed her flushed cheek.

'Please...' she responded, one last plea.

'Then the undies.' I was relentless, I was going to carry this through to the end, I would be undeterred.

My mother reached behind her back and unclasped the bra strap. Her big, heavy breasts swayed free and I goggled at them as they hung, ripe and succulent in front of my mother's body. Her teats were thick and elongated, perhaps in readiness for the arrival of the infant who would suckle on these very titties and with the areola around each nipple excitingly coloured a sort of pinkish brown.

I gasped loudly and lifted each of my mother's big breasts in my palms. I was amazed at the springy resilience of her skin and I bent forward to lick at the puckered nipples and to suck on the long nipples that tipped those fantastic tits.

I hooked my fingers into the elastic at the waist of my mother's underwear and pulled the cotton from her body. I pulled downwards and saw my mother's light, blonde pubic bush for the first time. The scrap of my mother's underwear was soon lying around her ankles and I took her hand and helped her step out of the discarded fragment. 

I stepped back and looked at my naked mother. She was beautiful, truly gorgeous. I could see the defiance behind her eyes and in the set of her jaw, but as I mentioned earlier, I would have my prize. 

'Bedroom,' I said and jerked my head to indicate the back of the house.

My mother offered no resistance and walked to her bedroom, apparently resigned to what was about to happen. I watched her body move gracefully in spite of her pregnancy and I kept an eye on her jiggling buttocks as I followed her into her bedroom.

My mother stood dumbly at the foot of her bed and just looked at me, expressionless. I walked to her with my cock jutting out in front of me and I pushed her gently on the shoulder so she sat on the bed with her feet on the floor.

'Lie back,' I murmured to her. 'Lie back and open your legs.' 

Without a word, my mother did as I instructed and I was soon looking right at the soft, curled folds of her sex. She flinched when I put my fingertips against her labia, but settled again and calmly allowed me to continue. I parted the sticky flaps and looked right at the intimate core of my own mother's body. I was fascinated by how pink my mother's opening was and I was curious as to just how hot she'd be between her legs, inside her.

I fingered my mother gently, exploring the secret crevices of her sex and I heard the sharp gasps of breath as I lightly rubbed at her clitoris. I flicked the tight, pink bud of skin again, experimentally, and was rewarded with more hisses.

I then graduated to using my tongue against my mother's body and I lapped at her clit gently as I fingered her opening. My mother's hips jerked as my busy tongue moved over the little nub of flesh and I could feel her insides tightening around my finger as I probed the spongy inner walls of her sex.

As I continued slurping at her clit, I noticed that my mother was beginning to get wet and that her syrupy juice was slowly leaking from inside her. Also, her thighs would twitch and spasm frequently and her hips move jerkily as her bottom lifted from the bed. 

Then I heard it, I definitely heard her groan. 

She was enjoying it!

I wet the tip of my finger with my mother's gooey juice and rubbed at her clit. 'Is that good, Mum?' I whispered.

My mother sighed in response and then ran her fingers through my hair. She pulled my face closer against the junction of her thighs and rubbed her slippery vulva against my mouth.

'Luke,' she murmured quietly. 'This is... It's...'

I had no idea what she was going to say and her attempts at speech tapered off into a series of low moans, sighs and then guttural grunts. From my position between her spread thighs I looked up past her glorious belly to her face. I could plainly see her features were contorted, with her mouth open in a silent scream and her eyes screwed tightly closed. Everything about her indicated that my mother was actually enjoying my efforts as I slurped at her cunt greedily. The way her body was jerking, the sounds she was making and the expression on her face all indicated pleasure.

Very soon I was in no doubt at all as to whether or not my mother was finding my attention pleasurable. I had just used my tongue on the dark rose of her anus and was just attacking her tight little clitty again when she squealed loudly and gave several short grunts. Her thighs tightened around my head and my mother then pulled my face up and away from her sex.

'Oh no, oh no, oh no!' she whimpered quickly. 'Oh! Oh! Oh!' she half shouted and half grunted. 'I can't... I can't be...' My mother seemed to be aught in some kind of inner conflict with herself. 

Looking back, I guess she was trying desperately to hold back her orgasm. She had been shocked and appalled initially when I had forced my sexual advances upon her. She'd been reluctant in the extreme and very naturally so since incest is such a dirty subject. In spite of her best efforts to fight me off she'd eventually been forced to succumb to my demands and now, with her climax demanding release, she appeared to be reluctant to surrender her last remaining line of resistance.

Her efforts were in vain however and finally, with a huge groan that indicated her ultimate capitulation, she surrendered herself to the waves of orgasmic bliss that so obviously overwhelmed her senses.

'Fuck... I'm coming... Luke, this is so bad... but it's so good too.' My mother looked at me through eyes like slits as she spoke and then let her head fall back against the pillow.

I moved quickly while my mother was still gripped by the intensity of her climax. I didn't want her to have any time to think. I wanted to fuck her and knew that if I didn't move fast that she'd probably recover from her orgasm and return to her normal standards of morality.

I eased my mother over onto her side and lay on the bed behind her in a spooning position. I manoeuvred myself so my still hard cock was wedged up against her buttocks and then I lifted her uppermost leg so that her sex was exposed and vulnerable. As I held my mother's leg with one hand, I spread the sodden lips of her sex with the other and pushed my hips forward so that my cock head butted up against the pink, hot centre of her. Then, with a gentle stab, the tip of my cock entered the forbidden zone.

'Luke...' my mother hissed when she felt me against her body. 'You can't... you can't fuck me. It's just so wrong.'

'Mum,' my voice was hoarse and raked with the tension. 'Mum, I love you... It'll be Ok, please...'

'No, please Luke, don't do it ...No.'

I ignored my mother's plea and pushed harder against her. More of my iron hard cock slid inside her and I was amazed at the heat and moistness that enveloped my cock. I had never felt this way before in my life. I'd fucked other women, well girls my own age, but none had felt so deliciously sublime. 

My mother was in a league of her own. This may have been due to the fact that I didn't really care for any of my earlier fucks; they were just a means to an end for a randy nineteen year old with an itch, but my mother... Well there were all the feelings I had for her, along with all of the associated emotion. Easing my fat cock into my own mother was, for me, a joy and I just hoped that she would come to feel the same way. I thought I'd had her where I wanted her when she'd come, but her protestations as I pushed my cock against her gave me cause to think again.

I held my mother's hip and slid the last inch into her until I was as deep as I could go at that point. I pushed my hand around her body and felt the drum tight skin of her swollen tummy. The feel of her full belly under my palm sent a frisson of excitement through me and caused my cock to physically throb within the oily grip of my mother's cunt.

I pulled some of my shaft back out and immediately forced it home again, not too hard, but with sufficient force to make my mother gasp.

'Luke,' she whispered again and turned her head awkwardly to look over her shoulder at me. 

As my mother turned, she had to lift herself on one elbow to ease her body up from the mattress. This minor shift in her position meant that I could ease my free hand between her body and the bed, giving me clear access to her big heavy breasts.

'Luke,' she said again as I squeezed the weight of her. 'If you're going to do it to me, then do it. Fuck me, please; I want you to do it to me.'

Then she pushed her hand down between her legs and I felt the sharp jabs of her fingernails on the shaft of my cock as she diddled at her clitoris.

Those words! She'd told me, in no uncertain terms, to fuck her.

I began to move more and more quickly as I stabbed my mother's now squelching sex. As my excitement grew I could feel my spunk threaten and I moaned loudly with the inevitability of my orgasm. I moaned and mauled my mother's big jugs as I held onto her, one hand under her body and the other over her. As I squeezed my mother's flesh I leaned my head forward and tried to kiss her. My mother was panting and frantically rubbing at her clit, but she opened her eyes and realised what I was trying to do.

She shifted her position a little and we kissed. It was a real lover's kiss, with our tongues sliding and coiling with serpentine urgency.

My mother pushed the fingers that had seconds before been rubbing against her clit into my mouth. I tasted the syrup that had dribbled out of my mother's body and covered her fingers and my mother purred with delight when I'd licked them clean.

As she found her pink button with her fingers again, my mother sighed, 'Do you like the taste of me? Do I taste good?'

My mother pushed her hand against my belly and eased me away from her body. My cock slid out of her and I felt a rush of disappointment; was it over?

My disappointment was unfounded and short-lived. 'I want you from behind me, I want it doggy.'

My mother pushed two pillows onto the bed and eased herself on top of them, keeping her pregnant belly cushioned and clear of the mattress. She held herself up on her elbows and offered her rump to me by seductively wiggling her hips from side to side.

'Come on, lover,' she said playful now. 'Stick that lovely cock back into Mama's dirty cunt.'

The apparent change in character and attitude took me by surprise, but the use of the obscenity really knocked me for six and then spurred me into action. I climbed behind my mother's inviting rump like an eager puppy and I pushed my cock head against her sodden opening and felt only a momentary resistance before my shaft was once again gripped by her clenching insides. 

I felt my mother's soft round buttocks against my lower belly as I fed my cock into her. I held myself high above her body in respect of it's fragile cargo, but I made sure my fat cock was pushed deep and hard into her juicy opening.

I settled myself and then began to pump into my mother from the superior position I was now in. To my delight and surprise, she pushed her buttocks up and back at me. She seemed to be trying to get as much of my cock inside her as was possible and very soon confirmed that intuition verbally.

'Give it to me, baby,' she grunted as her head lolled loosely and her blonde hair spilled over the pillow. 'Fuck mummy with that lovely, fat cock... It feels good, fill me.'

I had no idea where the change in her attitude had come from. All I knew was that her new found vocabulary was exciting me beyond belief and I drove in and out of my foul mouthed mother with gusto.

'God!' my mother cried as I fucked her. 'I'm so fucking horny when I'm pregnant... I crave cock... I need to be fucked... my cunt, oh my God, my cunt...'

My mother's cries trailed off and she pushed her face into the bed. I heard her muffled cries and sobs as she surrendered completely to the sweet climax that so obviously took hold.

The combined factors of my mother's convulsing body and the filth that poured from her mouth sent me over the edge as well and my cock spurted the first jets of my cum into my mother's already filled womb.

I held onto her tightly as I spat gout after gout of hot semen into her. I had absolutely no fear about impregnating my own mother since she already had a belly full and I just let my head loll back and clenched my teeth as I groaned out my pleasure.

My mother knew I was coming as her own climax sent her into a spasm of ecstasy and she called out in rapture, 'Luke! I can feel you coming. I can feel the pulses of your cum inside me. Fill me with it, please, fill my thirsty cunt...'

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My mother confessed to me later that night, after I'd given her a mouthful of my seed; that she had actually been fantasising about me fucking her.

She then proceeded to cry and sob in such a way as was designed to show me that her initial protestations had all been a sham and that she would have let me fuck her anyway.

We lived as lovers until Dad came out of jail, and then when he got sent down again, we carried on.

I loved to see my mother when she was with child. I adored the way her belly was distended and full. Her breasts grew large and her nipples darkened in such a way as to excite me hugely. I would hold her big belly gently in my hands as I fucked her as we spooned and she would press her soft, round buttocks against me every time I came, my cum spitting inside her and filling her up.

My Brother was born a few months before Dad was released after Mum and I became lovers, but the next kid...

Well he was born after dad had been in Jail for over 13 months...

That left just one candidate for the Father... and it wasn't Chambers.