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June saw the distress on his face and rushed to console him.

"Don't worry, baby! It could easily be your father's baby."

Joel recovered quickly. I may be a father twice over, he thought. Six weeks ago, I was a virgin.

"Wow! That's great news, mom!"

"Yes! Yes it is! Your father and I...actually just me...have wanted another baby! Now I'm going to have one."

June jumped from her son's bed. She walked quickly to his bedroom door. She had a thought. "And don't worry! This won't change our relationship. As a matter of fact," she said as stood in the doorway, "pregnant women are usually pretty horny."

***

"Look, I know you are busy with preparations for the Easter service. Why don't I take Joel shopping for his Spring clothes?"

"Helen, I appreciate the offer. However, I can't let you do that! It's expensive. And I want to spend some alone time with him. As her pregnancy progressed, she craved Joel's touch. The sex was amazing. However, she craved the tactile intimacy of him holding her.

Helen rose from June's kitchen table. She walked to the coffeemaker and poured herself another cup. She leaned against the counter next to where June was preparing dinner. She sipped her coffee then inhaled deeply, taking in June's pleasantly female aroma.

June, aware of Helen's close proximity and the erotic effect that had on her, stole a quick glance at her long time friend. There was a glow about her. Her skin looked radiant. Pregnancy seemed to be agreeing with her.

"How are things going with you and Claude?"

Surprised at the question, Helen reflected for a moment. Nothing had changed with Claude. He was the same dull trustworthy man he became after their wildly sexual youth. She was not sure what happened to the satyr who could fill June with his love juice then fuck Helen as she licked June clean.

That sexual conflagration was barely a flicker of flame now. Joel relit the passion in her. It was Joel who gave her screaming soul shaking orgasms. She felt a tingle in her nether regions as she thought about her teenage lover's thick pussy filling cock.

"Fine! He is nonplussed that I am pregnant. He kept saying we needed to wait. Hell, I'm 39 years old. There's not much waiting time left."

Helen glanced down at June's baby bump. Helen thought back to January. She recalled Joel's reaction when she asked him what his mother was doing. He was very nervous, unable to look her in the eye.

"Joel seems more excited about you being pregnant than Tom does."

June caught the innuendo in Helen's voice. Did she suspect? Should she...could she... share this most intimate secret with her best friend and former lover? Nervously, June dumped the chopped vegetables into the colander and turned on the water to rinse them. The water splashed up and soaked the front of her simple cotton dress.

"Shit! How the hell did I do that?"

"Here! Let me help you."

Helen took a dish towel from the rack and dabbed lightly at June's neck and the bodice of her dress. She felt the nub of June's small breasts harden as she brushed over them.

"Thanks, babe! But I'll just change the dress. I have some clothes over in the laundry room. Come on while I change."

Helen took her cup of coffee and followed her slim friend into the laundry room. She watched the soft roll of her incongruously broad hips as she walked in front of her. A tremor shook her body as she recalled the sweet taste of June's pussy.

"Back to Joel! I know you and Tom are just recovering from some financial difficulties and I just want to help out!" And get a chance to fuck your son.

June rummaged in the clean clothes in the laundry basket on the counter. Her volunteer work at the church, cooking and cleaning for three adults and finding time for sex with Joel AND Tom, kept her busy. She could use a few hours to catch up.

"I appreciate the offer. And, yes, it would help."

Helen caught her breath as June pulled the wet print dress over her head. She looked for all the world like a kewpie doll with her petite figure, small breasts and peaches and cream complexion. However, her full child bearing hips belied that virginal image.

"It's decided then! I'll set up a time with Joel. "

Helen watched her nude friend select a dress from the laundry basket. Years ago their lovemaking reached the point their lust nearly consumed them. After their husbands left for work, one of them would go to the other's home. They spent hours wrapped in each other's arms, hugging, kissing and licking. Helen even bought a strap on. They took turns fucking each other.

At some point, they both realized they were developing a deep physical and emotional bond. They were so deeply in love they contemplated leaving their husbands. It was June who broke it off, fearful of where the relationship was going.

June was conscious of Helen's eyes ravaging her body. She held the dress up, pretending to inspect it. She relished Helen's love of her body almost as much as Joel's fascination with it. Slowly she slipped the dress over her head.

Helen sat her coffee cup on the laundry counter. She glanced at her friend's bare back as she struggled to pull the zipper up. Impulsively, Helen stepped behind June and wrapped her arms around her. She covered her small breasts with her hands and gently massaged them.

"Mmmm! I'm going to give you about 15 minutes to stop that."

June leaned back, resting her head on Helen's large breasts. A pleasant warmth suffused her body. She sighed as Helen pushed her dress off her shoulders. It fell in a heap at her feet.

"Helen, we should stop. This could easily get out of hand."

Helen grasped June's hard pebble sized nipples in her hands and pulled. She smiled at the satisfying groan issuing from her friend's mouth.

"I see they are as sensitive as ever. I'll bet even more so now that you are pregnant."

"Stop! Stop Helen! Please! We agreed what we had was getting out of hand."

"I know, June, I know!"

Helen gave June's tits a final hard tweak. Then she spun her around, took her face in her hands, leaned down and kissed her. Their bellies rubbed.

They giggled. "Do you recalled us 69ing when we were 8 months pregnant with Joel and Johnny?"

"Helen, you tasted amazing. I'll never forget that time."

"I probably taste as good now." Helen held June's face in her hands. They stared at each other for several moments.

June sighed and melted into Helen's body. She wrapped her arms around her neck. The friends' tongues dueled, sliding back and forth from one mouth to the other. June groaned as she felt Helen's hand cup her pussy. She found an inner strength she did not know she had and pushed Helen away.

"Darling, we can't! You know how much I love you. But we both know that we can't let ourselves be intimate again."

Helen gripped June's waist and stared into her eyes. "Do you know how painful it is to keep my hands off you?"

June took her friend's hands in hers. She gently pushed them away from her waist. "I love you Helen! You know that! But it got out of hand once before."

Helen squatted and picked June's dress off the floor. She helped her slip it over her head. She stood back and watched as she wiggled it down over body.

"Now zip me up," June said turning her back to Helen, "and no funny business!"

***

"Thank you so much for taking me shopping, Aunt Helen."

"You don't have to thank me, Joel. I enjoy doing things for you."

The mall was a glittery multistoried affair. At either end were the big chain anchor stores. The Food Court filled the center. Numerous walk up restaurants ringed it. In the long corridors radiating out from either side various stores displayed their wares.

Joel and Helen spent the morning shopping. The many bags from a diverse collection of men, boys and maternity stores attested to the intensity of their shopping. People passing either ignored them or smiled at the pregnant woman shopping with her son.

Helen wore a loose fitting A-line dress with comfortable flat shoes. She could no longer wear many of her clothes. This older dress was a compromise between the slack suits she could no longer wear and the tasteful pregnancy outfits she bought while they shopped. She found it incredibly exciting to have Joel sitting in the dressing room with her as she tried on the various frocks.

"I need to go to the Ladies Room."

"Again Hel...Aunty? You just went."

Her faced wreathed in a big grin, Helen leaned across the table and grasped both of Joel's hand's in hers. "Our baby is growing in me. It puts pressure on my bladder. That's why I go so much."

"I'll go with you," Joel said with a devilish smile.

"Joel! You can't go into the Ladies Room."

He stood, grabbed the shopping bags and nodded his head for Helen to follow him. Puzzled she stood and followed him to the restroom area at the back of the Food Court. On one side of the short hall stood the Ladies Room. On the other was the Men's Room.

Joel shoulder the men's room door opened and peered inside. It was empty. "Come on! Hurry before someone comes."

"Joel I can't! Someone might see me. What if someone comes in?"

With a wicked smile on his face, he stood with his back against the door. "You'd better hurry before someone comes."

Nervously, Helen looked out into the nearly empty Food Court. She looked at Joel's smiling face, sighed and stepped in the door. Her eyes quickly took in the unfamiliar surroundings. Along one wall were several urinals. Next to them was a line of stalls, the first was the handicapped stall. Across from this was a line of hand washing stations with a mirror above them covering the length of the wall.

Bemused, her heart pounding in her chest, Helen watched as Joel shouldered open the handicapped stall.

"Quick Helen! In here!"

Helen was going to refuse and storm out. This boy, this manchild, was pushing her to her limits. In a many ways, it was exciting. Other times it was downright terrifying. This was one of those times. As she turned to retreat from the men's room, the opening door hit her outstretched hand. Someone was coming in!

Panicked, she froze. Instinctively she turned to where Joel stood holding open the door to the handicapped stall. Wide eyed, Helen sprinted for the relative safety of the stall.

"Joel," she hissed, "this is insane. There are two men out there peeing."

Smiling broadly, Joel held his finger to his pursed lips, shushing her.

They could hear the splash of the men peeing into the adjacent urinals. It served to remind her that she had to pee badly. Helen crossed her legs and squeezed her crotch with both hands.

"You can go here, Aunty."

For weeks, Joel's knowledge and understanding of sex and sexual situations expanded as he tried the things each woman liked for him to do on the other woman. He expanded his knowledge with extensive internet searches. Neither he nor June or Helen realized that his knowledge now exceeded what they could teach him. He was now the teacher and they the students.

Helen stood staring at Joel. She heard the urinals flush. Then footsteps as the two men walked to the hand washing station. Her heart pounded in her chest. She realized that Joel was pushing her limits. He was taking her from a world of wife swapping and illicit sex with a teenager to the hinterlands of kinky.

He wanted to watch her pee. Compared to the sexual experiences of her 39 years, this was unexplored territory. She was not sure if she could pee with someone watching her.

He stood, quietly smiling as she struggled. Her bladder made the decision for her. She had to go! Helen lifted the hem of her dress, pulled her black lace panties down around her knees and sat on the toilet. Helen sighed with relief as the thick yellow stream of urine splashed into the toilet, relieving the pressure on her bladder.

Joel was beginning to understand the elements of submission. He was beginning to understand that pushing someone outside of their comfort zone made them more amenable to being pushed further. He was a neophyte in the world of domination and submission but he was learning.

He watched as Helen finished peeing and reeled off some toilet paper. He stepped over and took it from her hand. "Here, let me do that for you." Helen watched in stunned amazement as he squatted and patted her hairy pussy dry. Then he dropped the used paper in the toilet reached around Helen and flushed it.

The woosh of the water draining from the toilet, the sounds of the men washing their hands filled her ears. Sitting on the toilet, Helen contemplated the changes in her relationship with Joel. He was dominating her.

She recalled him having her suck his cock while her husband was downstairs in the media room. She flashed back to him fucking her against the wall in the upstairs hallway of his home. She had to balance herself on one leg with the other wrapped around her back. She was terrified. She could hear Claude and the Allens talking just down the stairs as he pumped his sperm into her spasming hole.

He would not let her clean up. She spent the rest of the evening with his cum leaking out soaking her panties. She thought everyone could hear the squishy sounds she made.

Her limited experience with D/s was with her husband and especially with June. She was the dominate one in those trysts. Now she was becoming the submissive.

After the men left the washroom, they hurried out to continue shopping. Helen felt weird. What just happened was totally outside of her experience. Even when they were actively wife swapping, nothing as kinky as watching them pee ever came up. She was ambivalent but curious where this might lead.

Helen stood in the dressing room of the lingerie store clad in crotchless red panties and matching bra. The bra had cut outs that exposed her nipples. Her belly had the full rounded look of a woman 7 weeks pregnant. She smiled as she pirouetted so Joel could take pictures of her with his smart phone.

"I am not going to walk around wearing this Joel!" Helen giggled like a school girl.

"Why not, Aunt Helen! You look hot!"

"I look like a slut." She arched an eyebrow as she begin undoing the bra. I haven't had this much fun in years! The camera flashed repeatedly until she was standing naked. Ruefully, she shook her head. She had no idea of how many pictures He took of her in the past couple of months. Dozens without a doubt.

While she above all others knew the danger of having X-rated pictures around, she could deny him nothing. "Okay! I need to get dressed. Your mother will be wondering what happened to us."

Joel smiled devilishly as he switched the camera to video, hit Record and sat it on the bench seat in the dressing room. "But first, an action movie!"

"Joel! Do you know how dangerous it is for you to have pictures and video of us."

"I told you, Aunty! My phone is locked. It takes my thumb print to unlock it. Our stuff is safe.'

Shaking her head, Helen leaned on the bench seat facing the smart phone. Sassily, she stuck her tongue out at the camera. Her head dropped as Joel entered her from behind. Her pregnancy enlarged boobs swung back and forth as he pumped powerfully into her.

"Oh Fuck! Fuck baby! What are you doing to me?"

She slammed her ass back hard against Joel's tool.

"Tell the camera, Helen! Tell the camera how much you love my cock."

She could feel him. She could feel his cock sliding effortlessly through the sheath of her hole. Mentally she accepted her addiction. Early on, she was concerned about where their relationship might go. There would be no running off with her 18 year old lover. She knew that. She accepted living for the moment. As her body rocked back and forth from his powerful deep thrusts, Helen looked into the camera.

"I love the way you fuck me, Joel! I love how your cock feels. I love the way you taste, the way you sperm feels in my mouth and belly. I love being your whore!"

Joel raised his hand above his head and brought it down on Helen's mature ass in a resounding slap. Without understanding the concept, he knew his mother and Aunt Helen liked him to take charge.

"FUUUUCCCKKK! Do it again, baby!"

"Say please! Say please spank me!"

Helen was not sure when the role reversal took place. The reversal where Joel became the dominant one. In her marriage, she was the dominant one. She enjoyed the switch.

"Spank me dammit! You know how I love you to spank me!"

Joel smacked Helen's ass again as he fucked her with deep powerful strokes. For several minutes, the two lovers indulge their forbidden hunger.

Helen suppressed a scream as the powerful contractions of her pussy signaled her orgasm. With morning sickness and the other effects of her body adjusting to the life within her gone, her orgasms were the thing of legend. The flood of excess hormones made them more intense, shaking her to her very soul.

***

It was an unusually warm late May evening. The Allens sat on the patio digesting an excellent beer butt chicken that Joel prepared on the grill. As a treat for cooking such an excellent meal, Tom let his son drink a few beers with him.

June sat on a lounger nestled between her husband's thighs, her back supported by his crotch, her legs curled under her. One hand rested on her husband's thigh. The other lay across her abdomen as she contemplated this miracle of life occurring in her body.

"Ummm, your breasts are getting bigger," Tom Allen teased as he cupped his wife's pert breast through her bikini top.

"Tom stop! You shouldn't do that in front of our son!"

"Oh don't mind me," Joel laughed. I've done the same thing!

"Well, it's bedtime anyway!" Tom stood and stretched expansively. "I'll watch the news and meet you upstairs."

June stood and stretched. All evening long, Tom was touchy feely. She knew that was his foreplay. He wanted sex tonight. She no longer worried about the times he came prematurely. Joel was just down the hall.

Joel watched as his mother bent to pick up a glass from the flagstone patio. Her behind was toward him. Her bikini bottom had pulled up between her pussy lips. He resisted the urge to smack her butt.

"I'll help Joel clean up and meet you upstairs."

Joel watched as his father opened the sliding patio screen door and entered the kitchen. He saw him walk into the adjacent living room. The blue glow of the television lit the living room as his father turned it on and settled in to watch the 10 o'clock news.

June was 18 weeks pregnant. Her pregnancy seemed to heal whatever issues they experienced early in the year. Tom embraced the unexpected pregnancy wholeheartedly.

Joel stood. He walked up behind his mother. He drew his hand back and slapped her hard on the butt.

"OUCH!" June quickly covered her mouth to muffle her outburst. "Joel! You stop that!" Despite her admonition, June felt a tingle in her nether regions.

Joel walked up behind June and grabbed her around the waist. He ground his crotch into her behind. "You have been avoiding me!"

"Have not!" June half heartedly tried to wiggle out of her son's grasp. In fact, she had been trying to get a better grip on their relationship. With the thrill of illicit sex, came the terror of discovery. As her pregnancy progressed she was mentally and emotionally nest building, trying to create a safe space for the baby. Her relationship with her son, the probable father of her baby, endangered the security of that nest.

Joel pulled the string loose that held one side of her bikini. "I have missed you!"

June's hand shot back and attempted to grab the strings. She failed and her bikini bottom fell open, hanging precariously by the remaining string tie."Joel, baby! No! Your father is right there in the living room." June's emergent exhibitionist streak tempered her fear of Tom catching them. The stolen moments with her son were exciting. Just last week, during their walk on the esplanade, he had her strip naked. They fucked on the bench in the gazebo with the mid-day sun streaming through the trees.

Joel pushed her to her knees on the lounger. He untied the other string and let her bikini bottom drop to the lounger. He took his cock in one hand and positioned it at June's hole.

"Joel, we mustn't! Your father...! OOOHHHHH!"

As he slid slowly into her moist tunnel, he glanced in the house. He could almost see his father sprawled on the couch. No sloppy seconds for me tonight, dad!

"Oh god Joel no!" Even as she protested, she pushed back against her son's cock.

"Say you like it, mom!" Joel used the long slow strokes he knew she liked. He pulled out until just the head of his cock was captured by the coin slot lips of June's pussy. Then he slid slowly in until his balls slapped her ass. He rotated his hips and repeated the action.

"Oh Jesus! You...fuck...you know I love it! But your father! This is so dangerous." June was terrified. That terror enhanced the act, making her even wetter than usual.

Joel smiled. Despite her protest, he could feel and hear the wetness of her pussy increase. Devilishly, he pulled all the way out.

"Okay! If you want me to stop..."

"What?" June looked back over her shoulder at her smiling son. "Stop? But...I...don't you dare, young man!"

June thrust her hips back. Her son's cock slid fully in, filling her completely. She shivered as a mini orgasm shook her body. They froze as the blue light of the television went out, bathing the living room in darkness.

Coupled, Joel's pulsating cock buried deep in her drenched hole, they watched as Tom Allen moved into the kitchen. Only a screen door and the darkness on the patio separated them from discovery.

June was astonished when Joel continued his slow long dicking of her as they watched his father. Tom walked to the sink and emptied the remainder of a can of beer. He dropped the empty can in the recycle bin next to the kitchen screen door. If he slides the screen door open and steps onto the patio he will see us.

The fear of discovery caused her heart to beat like a trip hammer trying to pound its way out of her chest. At the same time, she experienced an orgasm like never before. At first, she thought she had to pee. The sensation was the same. She felt an incredible pressure.

June whimpered, stifling her orgasmic scream as she came, for the first time in her life squirting a fountain of pussy juice against her son.

"Oh fuck! FFFFUUUUCCCKKKK!! Dear god! Dear fucking god!"

"You guys okay out there? Need any help?"

June's mouth gaped up. A mewling sound issued weakly from her. She tried to speak. She tried to say the words that would keep her husband from coming on to the patio. The words that would prevent him from seeing her in the paroxysm of an orgasm with his son's cock buried to the hilt in her squirting cunt. She could not. She heard her son's sharp intake of air as she continued to squirt her juices on him.

She growled deep in her throat as the constrictions of her pussy tried to force Joel's cock out. Tom was going to catch them! He was going to walk on the patio and see his wife experience the most intense orgasm of her 38 years with her son...their son!

And she did not give a fuck! Nothing mattered accept Joel's cock pushing hard trying to stay in her spasming pussy. If her marriage ended here, she had this moment.

"We got it, dad!"

"Okay! I'm going to bed."

They watched him turn, move down the short hall to the staircase. Joel pushed June to her belly. He braced himself on his hands and began to pound his mother's slippery pussy.

"SHHHIIITTTT! Don't stop, Joel! Don't fucking stop! Even if he walks out here, don't you dare stop!"

"Whose pussy is this?"

"Hurry baby! Hurry! Your father!"

June braced her hands close to her chest. She thrust up hard to meet her son's downward thrust.

"Say it mom! You know you want to say it!"

A fleeting thought crossed June's mind. More and more, Joel wanted her to express her surrender to him.

"It's your pussy baby! All yours! Now cum in mommy! Fill her up!"

Joel redoubled his efforts, supporting his body on his locked arms and his toes, as though he was doing pushups.

The light coming on in the bedroom partially illuminated the patio, causing them both to look up. They could see Tom's figure as he moved about the bedroom. If he just turned...if he glanced out the window to check on them...!

"I'm cumming mom! I'm cumming!"

"Momma's baby is cumming,' June moaned, "momma's baby is cumming!"

June groaned as she felt Joel's cock swell and began pumping his seed into her. Next to her own orgasm, it was the most satisfying feeling she experienced. She loved her pussy full of her son's seed.

In the dim glow cast by the bedroom light, the lovers collapsed on the lounger. They were sweating profusely, their breathing labored.

"That was incredible, mom!"

"Incredibly risky," June whispered as she tooted her butt up, pushing her son off her. "I'm an old woman! I can't take this excitement."

June searched the dimly lit patio and found her bikini bottom. She held in in her hand. She could feel the wetness from squirting running down her legs. Ruefully shaking her head, she stepped into the bottom and tied it up. She needed a shower in the worst possible way.

"Mom?"

"Yes Joel?"

"What just happened? I mean when you...uh...did you pee?"

June stood on her tiptoes and kissed her son on the lips. "Here's another lesson for you in pleasing a woman," June whispered, glancing up at the bedroom window, "when you do it really good and the moment and feeling is intense enough, a woman can squirt like a man cums! Now I need to get upstairs before your father gets suspicious."

Joel watched the large hips of his small mother as she made her way into the house.

Wow, he thought! I can't Wait until I try this on Aunt Helen!

Joel was experiencing a summer few 18 year olds could imagine. He was fucking two mature women and gaining unmatched proficiency in how to please a woman.

Both women were comfortable with teaching him what they liked in sex. Then he would try it on the other woman. Between their ministrations and the Internet, Joel became an excellent lover. He was sensitive to his two paramours needs.

***

"Excellent grilled chicken," Helen said as she tried struggled to her feet. It annoyed her that Claude ignored her struggle.

The July night was warm with a large full moon hanging high in the sky. Helen felt a pleasant tingle in her pussy from she and Joel fucking in her bed earlier. Her milk filled breasts ached. She wished he could suck them now as he did earlier in the day.

"Here Aunt Helen. Let me help you."

Joel rushed over to Helen. He grasped her arm and slipped his other arm around her waist, helping her to stand. Only Helen and he knew that he squeezed her tit as he helped her to her feet. Like thieves who had never been caught they felt a sense of entitlement.

June noticed her son's solicitous behavior. A crazy thought entered her mind. He treats me the same way. She dismissed the remainder of the thought as ridiculous. Joel could not being fucking Helen.

Helen nervously began to gather the plates and forks to take them to the kitchen. She had a plan to get her and June a few moments alone to talk.

"Aunt Helen, don't worry about cleaning up. I'll take care of it."

"You men treat us like we're handicapped. We're pregnant for god's sake! Come on June. Let's show them."

June smiled as she struggled to her feet. Joel was there quickly, helping her to her feet. She felt his had slide familiarly across her behind as she moved to help Helen clean up.

Helen and June stood by the sink in the kitchen. Outside the men were arguing about sports. Helen decided this was as good a time as any.

"June, we need to talk."

"Sure, Helen! What's up?"

Both women had the decided midriff roundness of a 22 weeks pregnant woman. As they stood facing the kitchen counter, their hips touched and their bellies pressed against the sink. Always close, their pregnancies made them even closer.

"I...uh...had some testing done."

June noticed the quaver in June's voice. Fear welled in her. She grasped her friend's shoulder. "Everything is okay with the baby?"

"Yes! Yes!" Smiled at her friend's concern. "My doctor just wanted to do some additional testing because of my age."

Helen glanced quickly onto the patio. The men were still talking but that might stop at any moment. She turned to face June.

"June wait! We don't have much time. The test showed that Claude is not my son Johnny's father."

There was a moment of stunned silence.

"Uh...who...who else...?" June's hand came to her mouth. Her eyes widened.

Helen spoke quickly, urgently with an eye toward the three men talking on the patio. "Wait! Let me finish. Lately I began to suspect Claude was not Johnny's father. As he grew older, he looked more and more like your Tom."

June's knees grew weak. She gripped the counter to support herself. When she tried to speak, Helen held up her hand.

"I had the Infirmary at State draw a blood sample. I did not tell Claude about Johnny's test when I convinced him we both needed to be tested because of our age and potential for birth defects."

June interrupted her friend's urgent whisper. "But if Claude is not Johnny's father, who...?" June stopped. She looked out on the patio where her sandy haired son sat across from the dark haired Tom and sandy haired Claude. She recalled her surprise...and pleasure...when Joel's cock turned out to be long and thick not long and slim like Tom's.

June's hands shot to her mouth covering it as the shock washed over her.

"Who else knows?

"Just my doctor and HIPA laws prevent him from releasing any medical information without my approval."

Helen grabbed June's elbow as the smaller woman swayed. As she helped her to the chair at the kitchen table she saw the men rise and move toward the kitchen.

"We'll talk more later," Helen hissed to the bewildered June.

***

Several weeks later, Helen sat in a lawn chair as she watched a shirtless Joel mow her lawn. After much discussion, she and June decided not to tell their spouses about the parentage of their sons. They reasoned that unless their husbands brought it up, sharing the damning medical tests would only complicate their lives.

Privately, they realized it complicated the lineage of the babies they were carrying. Helen knew that the baby she was carrying was almost certainly Joel's baby. That meant that his biological father Claude was a grandfather. Her head hurt as she tried to untangle the biological relationships. So much so she was startled to see Joel standing over her with a concerned look on his face.

"Is everything okay Hel...Aunt Helen? You seemed to be deep in thought."

Helen shaded her eyes with one hand as she looked up at the taut sweating body of her youthful lover. Back lit by the sun he seemed to glow with vitality. His cut off jeans barely contained his almost permanent hard on.

"Yes...yes, I'm fine. Just woolgathering. Help me up!"

Joel reached out with both hands, grasped Helen's hands and pulled her to her feet. Helen felt like a beached whale. Her belly was so large that sometimes she could see the baby move under her clothes. Her ankles hurt, she perspired like a marathon runner and peed with a life altering frequency.

Joel made her second trimester bearable. He reveled in the miracle of life he created. He was solicitous of Helen's, and without either's knowledge, his mother's health. He read online that walking was good for pregnant women. Each day he escorted either his mother or Helen on a short walk around the tree shaded central esplanade of the complex.

Their homes set at the far end of the oval shaped the mile long, quarter mile wide walkway. Midway a gazebo sat in a large grassy area where the homeowners association sponsored picnics and band concerts.

"Come on! Let's go for a short walk."

"Oh Joel! I don't feel like it!"

"Come on, Helen! You know you sleep better when you exercise."

"Besides, I look like hell in Claude's old t-shirt and these ratty thigh length jersey shorts."

"Come on! What did that old comedian use to say: you look MARVELOUS!"

"OK silly," Helen laughed, "But just to the gazebo and back."

From her kitchen window, June saw Helen and Joel disappear into the manicured park. She felt a twinge of jealousy. She thought of those walks as something special for her and Joel. Ruefully, she shook her head. It was a good thing he took such an active interest in both of their pregnancies. Their husbands did not.

Over coffee a week or so back, she and Helen commiserated with each other over the lack of attention they got from their husbands.

"Honestly Helen, he treats me like I was made of glass. He tiptoes around me and insists I take it easy."

She did not add Joel was filling the physical and emotional void. He gave her foot rubs for her swollen ankles. He even researched the best positions for them to have sex.

"Girl, I wasn't getting any attention from Claude anyway."

She too relied on Joel. Through all of the physical and hormonal changes, he was there. She particularly loved the foot rubs. And while sex spoon fashion was intimate and satisfying, she missed the vigor of fucking Joel before she was pregnant.

"Joel baby, I'm tired. Let's rest in the gazebo and then start back."

Joel draped his arm around Helen's waist, his hand resting familiarly on her hip. He helped her up the three steps and into the cool interior of the gazebo. The soft breeze blew through gazebo, cooling the two walkers as they sat down.

Helen lay back against the wooden backrest her legs akimbo in a classic pregnant sitting position. The material of her shorts clung wetly to her thighs and crotch. The late summer sun shone through the trees creating a dappled effect on the grass and the white paint of the gazebo.

She dozed. She was a wakened by Joel's feather like kiss on her inner thigh. Through sleepy eyes, she smiled down at Joel kneeling between her legs. She knew what he was going to do. He did it every time they went for their walk.

"Joel, you mustn't! Someone might see us." She hissed as he pushed her shorts to the side and gently kissed her pussy. She continued to lay back against the gazebo, her legs spread as Joel lavished French kisses on her pussy. Her hips pumped lazily against his head as his finger slid into her hole and he took her clit in his mouth.

He is so sensitive to my needs. He knows sometimes I need the intimacy of sex but I am just too tired to perform.

Joel felt the hot sun beating on his back as he tongue fucked Helen's pussy. He learned from talking to his mother and Aunt Helen that deep into a pregnancy a woman craved intimacy. She might be too tired for the act of sex but she wanted to feel wanted.

He routinely lavished affectionate praise on his mother and Helen, telling them how sexy they looked. He also performed oral sex on them. He knew it made them feel good when they were too tired for sex. Also, he loved the taste of pregnant pussy.

Helen felt the baby move. It always seemed to be more active when Joel was around. It was as if it knew he was its father. She felt waves of pleasure wash across her body as the Joel licked her to orgasm while their baby moved in her womb. It was an incredible sensation.

***

It was Labor Day. Joel would leave for school the next day. His parents threw a going away barbecue. It was a small affair. Just Helen and Claude, June and Tom and Joel.

Both women were well into their pregnancy.

Helen was 30 weeks pregnant and had the classic wide legged walk. Her husband, bursting with pride, helped her into a straight back chair. The previous day she and Joel had their last tryst in her marriage bed. She ached for him already. It would be difficult to get through these last weeks without him.

June watched as her son grilled the last meal he would fix for them for a long time. He seemed somehow more mature. She smiled and stroked her belly as the baby fretted. Are you going to miss him too, she thought.

"Okay! Mom, dad, Aunt Helen, Uncle Claude! What we have here is my world famous beer spuds with cheese filled brats."

"World famous?" Tom laughed.

Joel shared his father's laugh. "Well, at least in the world of this subdivision and in the mouths and bellies of the four most important people in my life! Bon Appetit!"

As Tom and Claude went to prepare their plates and their wives plate, Joel stood at the table. On one side sat his mother. On the other side, Aunt Helen. He glanced from one to the other. Then he blew them each a kiss.

Both women smiled. Then their smiles froze. In a moment of prescience, they realized they shared a secret and a lover. They stared at each other. Then they forced smiles as their husband's brought their plates. There would be time enough later for them to discuss their secret.