SEPTEMBER'S CATALYSTS

Introduction

Wendy sighed, looking to her big, pregnant belly over in the bathroom mirror. Today was the day. Her son, Wade, would be home from his first year of college. She hadn't seen him since he left the previous August. She missed him terribly, but she knew he was enjoying himself on the lovely island of Hawaii at college. Wendy wasn't worried about him.

The thing she was worried about was how her son would react to the large, round, belly that she lovingly circled with both hands. Sighing again, she picked up a brush to run through her long black hair once more, and tried to come up with a plan. Applying a bit more eye shadow to accent her dark brown eyes, adding to the small amount of makeup she had on her light brown, Venezuelan skin, she adjusted her massive breasts before taking one final look in the mirror. She would simply meet him at the airport and he would see the belly. That's all there'd be to it. She knew he would smile and say "wow," pointing to her pregnancy, then perhaps give her a gentle hug; his naivety making him think he'd hurt the baby from hugging his mother too tightly.

It was the middle of May and she was around eight months pregnant. On the way to the airport Wendy thought about how she came to this point in her life. In the past eight months she experienced guilt, shame, and anger with herself of how she got pregnant. She cursed herself at not knowing, without a doubt, who the father was. As the months progressed, those negative emotions turned to mild happiness, brought on by ultrasounds revealing a healthy heartbeat beating away inside her womb, taking the edge of her intense guilt. Needless to say the month of September was quite interesting for her.

When it rains, it pours, and in Wendy's case the rain wasn't water - it was semen.

Dr. Decker

Wendy was happy. She just got a new job, leaving one she loved, for one that would love even better. Her son just started his freshman year of college. She's worked her butt off to provide for him and was very proud of the two of them. While packing her things, saying goodbye to a few fellow coworkers as they left for the day, Dr. Decker entered. He was an older man, 56 if Wendy remembered correctly, 20 years older than her.

Dr. Decker was fairly tall, at around 6'2", and had thinning gray hair. He was always very polite to Wendy over the years. He was a neurosurgeon and Wendy worked at the same hospital as a counselor for families who were experiencing severe head injuries. They worked together quite a few times over the years on various cases. He knew today was her last day and came by to say goodbye.

"Ah I see you're almost ready to leave for good," Dr. Decker said, catching Wendy before she left.

"Yep, it's been a great eight years working here," Wendy smiled at him, catching his green eyes, 10 inches above hers.

They shared another smiling glance and a nod. "Do you have any plans for the long Labor Day weekend?"

"No, just packing for my trip to Florida next week. Going to visit some family there I hadn't seen in a long time. I figured I might as well before my new job starts later this month," Wendy explained.

"I see. That sounds fun," Dr. Decker paused, glancing to Wendy's large cleavage. Her massive natural breasts always drew glances, and in some cases, stares. People at the beach, her nephew, clients, her son's teachers when he was younger, everyone she encountered snuck peeks at her peaks.

Dr. Decker cleared his throat, "Would you like to have dinner with me tonight? To celebrate your new job?" he asked, taking Wendy by surprise.

"Oh, um, well, I suppose that'd be fine. We're not really coworkers anymore, so yes, I'd like that!" Wendy beamed. It would be the first date she had in years. Another wonderful change this new job would bring about - decreased work hours, possibly enabling her to date more often.

She gave him her address, deciding he would pick her up at seven. She finished her packing and headed out the door after a few more hugs from her former coworkers.

**********

"Would you like more wine, Graham?" Wendy asked, getting up to refresh her own glass.

"Sure. That'd be great," Dr. Decker answered. The two were enjoying themselves at Wendy's house after dinner. Their meal ended quicker than expected, and since he didn't have to be at the hospital the next day, she invited him in.

They spent the last two hours sipping wine and talking. Wendy explained she was one of four sisters. Her oldest sister, 18 months older, also lived in Los Angeles, not far from her. She mentioned she had a younger, fitness model sister, named Michelle who lived in Miami. She talked about her upcoming trip to Florida to visit her and another sister in Tampa Bay.

They talked about work a little. Wendy relayed some stories she had acquired on her job as a family counselor. Omitting the names, she told the doctor about one case where a daughter had amnesia and didn't know her father. She thought her father was a slightly older man she was dating.

Dr. Decker laughed, "That's actually kind of sweet. Did the two of them play along and become romantic with one another?"

Wendy laughed in return, "I don't think so. The father was a little freaked out by it and had to work with me on steering his daughter away from that path."

"Well, you know incest is a lot more common that we might think. I was in an incestuous relationship for many, many years," Dr. Decker said, giving a slight smile, indicating he was joking.

"Really? Is that right?" Wendy asked, seeing through his ruse.

"Oh yes. My mother, it was uh, well it was great!" He managed to say before chuckling at himself.

"I'm sure your mother might have enjoyed that; you're quite a nice looking man," She replied gazing into the doctor's eyes, a split second image of her own nice looking son popped into her head. Wendy wondered if she would enjoy it.

Sitting close to one another on the couch, Dr. Decker brushed away a lock of long hair from the side of Wendy's face, the image of her son fading, "Thank you. I'm guessing you're the loveliest of your sisters, yes?"

Wendy blushed. Dr. Decker had given her that look again. The look that said he wanted to kiss her, to hold her, to take her to bed. She knew that deep down, after a very long dry spell; she was going to let him. She was a single mother who worked herself silly to provide her child - who had made it to college - she was going to finally focus on her needs for a little while.

Wendy got up and walked over to the gas fireplace. She squatted down and adjusted it, then struck a match. The lights in her living room were already dim, so the added firelight made for a romantic, orange glowing, atmosphere. Wendy stood in the warmth, warming her hands, not that it was cold outside anyway.

"Beautiful," Dr. Decker said, placing his hands on Wendy's shoulder. He had snuck up behind her, slightly startling her.

"Just like you," He whispered, lightly kissing her shoulder, sliding the thin straps of her blue dress over them. His hands were surprisingly soft. Wendy shivered, her eyes fluttering at his kisses. She turned to face him, looking into his eyes, her own firelight flickering brown ones telling him to take her. She slowly slid her dress over her massive breasts, then down her flat stomach, over her hips and stepped out of it.

Wendy stood nude before him, the orange fire dancing off her Latin skin, a soft smile on her face. Dr. Decker began unbuttoning his shirt.

It didn't last long, but it was amazing. Wendy straddled him right there on the floor in front of the fire. He sat up, holding her, kissing her, licking along her neck. Grinding herself against him until she tensed up, trembling and moaning as an orgasm overtook her. She couldn't remember the last time she had one before that night.

It was his turn. He grabbed one of her breasts, sucking it gently, his cock bathed in her vaginal juices. It was a slow and steady love making session. One that Wendy could tell he was savoring every second of it - just as she was; not knowing when she'd have sex after this night. He would kiss on her neck, nibble her earlobe, and run his hands through her long hair, all before he started gently bouncing her up and down. He came while looking into her face, his cock spurting inside her, entering her womb, eliciting another moan as she felt it pulse in her.

They fell asleep on the floor in front of the fire on top of and surrounded by blankets. Dr. Decker took her to breakfast the next morning. She kissed him goodbye, he thanked her for a lovely night and for being so easy to work with at her former job, and then he was off.

Wendy went back home and took a nap, getting up just after lunch to resume packing. She saw that her bathing suit was old and didn't fit too well anymore. Smiling happily, she decided to go shopping for a new one.

Darren

Wendy smiled to herself, looking forward to her upcoming trip to Florida. She hasn't seen her sisters in quite some time. It was going to be a great trip. She was looking at various bikinis in a surf shop style store at the mall. A younger man caught her eye. He was looking at shoes, occasionally glancing back at her, attempting to be discreet. He made his way to the beach towel section, glancing at her again, and then cleared his throat.

"Hi, you look familiar," He said with a warm smile.

Wendy couldn't deny that he did as well. She thought for a moment, "You do too!"

"I want to say your name is Wendy, right?" he asked.

"It is! And you are David, no, Derrick?" She asked in return.

"Darren. You were a counselor and helped me with my mom's head injury."

"Ah yes! I'm sorry; there's been a lot of other patients since then. How are you?" Wendy asked.

"I'm doing great! Thank you so much for your help. My mom and I are doing much better," Darren explained.

"Well that's wonderful!" Wendy exclaimed, unable to stop smiling at the cute younger guy.

"Hey I know this is going to sound weird, but my mom is going out with her friend tonight, and I'm going to be bored out of my mind. Would you be opposed to meeting somewhere for dinner? Nothing fancy, just to sit, eat, and talk?"

Wendy was taken back a bit, but had no qualms about meeting him, "Well, sure. I think that'd be great!"

Wendy smiled to herself watching Darren leave the store after paying for his items. She picked out a light purple bikini a few minutes later. She couldn't help but smile all the way home. She had two dates that weekend; the one with Dr. Decker the night before, and now one with Darren. She wondered if she'd have sex again, thinking that perhaps her drought was ending. If this was just an anomaly, then she surely welcomed it.

**********

Wendy and Darren arrived back at his house a few hours after meeting for dinner. They were laughing about a funny story Darren told her. They made their way to the couch in the living room, sitting down, the laughter subsiding.

"Thanks again for dinner," Wendy said. They ate at a chain restaurant. It wasn't nearly as romantic as the previous evening with Dr. Decker but it was fun and enjoyable nonetheless. They talked and laughed the whole time.

"I'm going to get some water, want any?" Darren asked, getting up from the couch, heading toward the kitchen.

"Sure that'd be great," Wendy answered.

A few seconds later Wendy heard something. It was a muffled moan coming from down the hallway. A few seconds later she heard it again, this time it was slightly higher in pitch.

Darren entered the living room with a water bottle for each of them. The moan was heard again, causing them to blush.

"Oh uh, yeah, about that. My mom and her friend must be back from their date as well. Sorry." Darren explained, obviously embarrassed by the sounds coming from down the hall.

There were a few more moans over the course of a few minutes, neither Darren nor Wendy saying much. Luckily the moans of pleasure stopped, much to their relief, and the back bedroom door opened.

Wendy sipped her water as something caught her eye. It was a nude woman entering the living room, walking toward the kitchen.

Darren saw her too and cleared his throat, "Um, Sandee, I uh - "

"Oh dear! I'm so sorry! Me and your mom were just uh; anyway, let me get out of here!" Sandee blushed, running back down the hall, not having any idea Darren had brought Wendy back to the house.

"I'm sorry about that, I should've texted them or something," Darren said, slowly turning to Wendy on the couch.

Wendy just looked at him with widened eyes and a slight smile on her face. When their eyes met, the two erupted in laughter over the situation, "It's ok! Just wasn't expecting it!"

Darren nodded, looking downward. Wendy patted his thigh, "It's fine, really. It's good that your mom is having fun, you know?"

"Yeah, it is," he smiled, looking back into her eyes. Wendy leaned in closer, giving him a brief kiss on the lips. She sat back, not taking her gaze off his. Darren reached up, slowly caressing her face, and then leaned into her to return her kiss.

**********

The guest room door slammed open. Wendy and Darren were hungrily making out. He closed the door behind him, meeting Wendy in the middle of the room, grabbing and pulling her shirt over her head, kissing and licking along her large breasts. She pulled his shirt off, unclasped her bra, and then hastily helped him unzip his shorts. Darren squatted down, grabbing Wendy and slamming her on the bed, kissing her again. He stood up, slid his boxers down, and then went to work on pulling Wendy's jeans and panties off. He climbed on top, kissing her once more, feeling her legs wrap around him. He ended the kiss and looked into her eyes. She was smiling softly, nodding her head.

Two days in a row she had sex with two different men. She was beside herself with a combination of relief, surprise at her luck, and curiosity as to just how much sex she could have if she wanted it. She thought that maybe her dry spell was ending. She was in a happy spot in life - it was time to have fun!

The night with Darren was amazing, possibly better than her previous night with Dr. Decker. Darren was energetic, passionate, hungry, and even entertaining. He would talk to her during and after each cum session. He'd ask her if she preferred her nipples nibbled or sucked. He'd ask if she liked certain positions better than others. It was as if two friends were having sex, with no awkwardness or complications, with an obvious fact that Darren had a lot of experience with a woman.

Wendy came to discover just out much the next morning. She woke in the guest bedroom alone with the smell of bacon emanating from the kitchen. She smiled, stretched, got out of bed, found and put on her clothes, and then headed out into the hallway. She was stopped in her tracks when she heard laughter coming from the kitchen, followed by a loud slap of hand on flesh.

Wendy wondered if that was the sound of someone getting playfully spanked. Perhaps it was that Sandee woman and Darren's mother. She decided to humor her curiosity and quietly sneaked down the hallway. Her eyes widened with shock when she peeped around the corner.

A different woman, with a large pregnant belly, was sitting on Darren at the kitchen table. They were both naked; her dark, thick, mane of hair unable to cover all of her large breasts. She was feeding Darren a piece of bacon. Wendy thought she looked familiar too.

"Glad you had fun last night, sweetie. I felt a little guilty, but Sandee and I haven't made love in a couple weeks," She fed him another piece.

"It's ok mom," Darren replied. Wendy's eyes got even wider with shock, realizing who the woman was.

"I'm going to make it up to you tonight, I promise," She said seductively, feeding him another piece.

"Good," Darren replied, playfully slapping his mother's ass again.

Wendy was panicking, she wanted to leave, she wanted to speed home, she had to make a get away before Darren or his mother saw her. But she couldn't move, she was fixated on watching this woman and her son kiss each other, fondle each other. The way she fed him the bacon was so sensual. Wendy couldn't look away from the erotic imagery and the closeness between parent and child. As they kissed like lovers, brief flashes of Wade kissing her like that popped into her, and for split second she thought about how amazing it would be before stopping herself from thinking further thoughts. Luckily she was also shaken from her trance by Darren and his mother.

"Ok, let me up. I better get dressed before she wakes up. You too, by the way," Darren told his mother, kissing her on the lips as she rose off him, and then peppering her belly with a few for good measure.

Wendy took this opportunity and bolted toward the front door. Grabbing her purse on the way out, she tried to close it as quietly as possible. As she sped off in her car, she looked to the front door of their house to see Darren standing there watching. She didn't know and didn't care if he knew she saw him and his mother, she just wanted to go home.

Rodney

"Michelle you look amazing," Wendy told her younger sister as she sprayed suntan lotion on her skin, rubbing it over her six pack abs, and then on her muscular thighs.

"Thanks, but you beat me in the boob department," Michelle joked. Wendy chuckled and looked over to Michelle's friend and new coworker at the modeling agency, Christine.

"You look amazing too, by the way. I didn't want you to feel left out," Wendy joked with Christine.

"Thank you, you do to!" Christine said. Wendy wasn't sure if she was just being polite or not. Wendy did not have the gloriously fit bodies her sister and Christine had; the well toned arms, six pack abs, perfect butts. Wendy sighed looking them over, shrugging; she figured they would have bodies like that, being fitness models and all.

"Wendy, again I'm sorry about this weekend," Michelle told her sister. "I got this photo reshoot I have to do."

"It's ok, I'll see you Sunday," Wendy replied. She had been in Miami for three days and the first weekend of her trip, her sister got called into work to redo a photo session.

"We'll have a great time tonight," Christine chimed in. All three ladies were laying on their beach towels soaking up some sun. Michelle had asked Christine to take Wendy out; possibly dinner and maybe a club or two. Wendy was all for it. Michelle's creepy husband, Bill, made her skin crawl. She had no intention of being at home alone with him.

Wendy's experience the previous weekend back in Los Angeles was dismissed as just a pleasant anomaly. It was slightly tarnished by witnessing Darren and his mother in a provocative, incestuous exchange. Wendy couldn't help recall what Dr. Decker had told her, joking or not, about incest being more common than most people thought. She supposed he was right. It still gave her a bit of the willies to think about. Although since she'd arrived in Miami, somewhere in the back of her mind, she admitted there was a slight kinky nature to the taboo act, occasionally wondering what her son would think about it. Wendy admonished herself there on the beach for thinking there was something sexy about the incestuous interactions. She pushed those thoughts aside and thought about her night out on the town later that evening.

*********

It wasn't just Christine that joined them. She had a friend meet up with them too. He was a very tall, large, muscular friend indeed. Wendy learned he did a little bit of modeling for a magazine Christine did a shoot for a few weeks back. It was a magazine marketed toward young African-American males called Elite Magazine. His name was Rodney and Wendy could tell based on how he touched Christine when they danced that they no doubt have slept together a few times. She even saw, through the strobe lights, what appeared to be Christine's hand sliding up and down a large, dark-colored object.

The object's identity was discovered when Christine pulled Wendy next to Rodney, asking her to dance with him while she went to the bathroom. Rodney turned her around, Wendy instinctive gyrating her butt against his crotch. The moment she felt his large erection slid across her butt cheeks, she nearly went weak in the knees, thinking that maybe, just maybe she'd have another wild weekend. The continuous consumption of alcohol further debilitated her judgment.

When a sober Rodney drove to two ladies back to Christine's apartment, Wendy knew she was getting fucked, and in her drunken state, she wanted it more than anything.

It was a blurry, slow-motion, sweaty exchange. Wendy recalled bits and pieces, flashes of images, but nothing really concrete. Rodney's huge body over hers, slamming himself into her repeatedly, Christine walking around, nude, toward the kitchen to refill her wine glass, Rodney pulling Wendy up, bending her over the couch. Then, right before she passed out, she recalled an image of a naked Rodney making his way toward a grinning Christine. She put her wine glass down and went to her knees, presumably to clean Rodney's cock.

Wendy woke the next morning, once again nude, in Christine's bed. She had a large hand resting on one of her breasts. Rodney was spooning her, snoring lightly. Sitting up, she yawned, the headache causing her to wince in pain. She looked over to see Christine on the other side of Rodney. She had no memory after she passed out on the couch. If they had a threeway, it was a lost detail.

Letting the hot shower water trail down her chest and drip off her nipples, Wendy thought about the previous week and night, unable to ignore a feeling she had never felt before this month; she felt dirty and she liked it. Maybe she had a threeway with Christine and Rodney, maybe, she thought while sliding her hand down her tummy and to her engorged clit, she and Christine pleasured Rodney together. Wendy began rubbing her clit faster as she imagined her and Christine's tongue swirling around his cockhead.

Her headache started to wash away under the water. "Well, you know incest is a lot more common than we might think," she replayed Dr. Decker's words in her head once more, feeling the orgasm building, while picturing her and Christine's tongue's flicking against the other, then picturing Christine's face slowly morph into her sister's Michelle's. The cock no longer being black and belonging to Rodney's but Wade's.

"Whoa, ok that's enough," Wendy stopped herself, "get it together." The thoughts of a naughty mom and aunt servicing a young cock, a cock belonging to their relative no less, sent her nearly over the edge in a self induced orgasm.

When she exited the shower, Rodney had left and Christine was getting dressed. They made small talk, stating they may see each other again before Wendy headed to Tampa Bay to visit her other sister next week.

Christine dropped Wendy off at Michelle's house. Luckily her creepy husband, Bill, wasn't there. Wendy changed clothes, re-did her makeup, and drove off in her rental car to meet her college friend, Denise, for lunch.

Ulysses

The two old friends sat at lunch catching up. Wendy couldn't help but notice Denise look somewhat haggard and depressed. She had been through a nasty divorce recently, but that wasn't what seemed to bother her.

"So how is your son these days?" Wendy asked, a brief image of Darren's mother straddling him flashing in her head.

Denise sighed, shaking her head, "I'm not sure."

"Is something wrong?" Wendy asked.

"I just, I don't know, he's seeing this girl and, we were so close before that," Denise explained, clearly flustered.

Wendy, reaching across the table, gently placed her hand on her friend's, "You two were really close?"

"Yeah, very much so; sometimes, I think I'd rather date him than some other guy," Denise stated, casually chuckling, attempting to make her comment seem like a joke.

Wendy imagined her own son, wondering if he had a girlfriend at college, thinking that he'd probably make a good boyfriend to some lucky girl.

Clearing her mind before it went to inappropriate places; she asked Denise if she was seeing someone as well.

"No, I mean sort of, not really. There's a guy I met back in June. We, uh," Denise cleared her throat, "hung out that night, if you know what I mean."

Wendy knew exactly what she was implying. "He was in town last weekend and stayed with me for Labor Day. He said he'd back this weekend too, but I have to work tonight," Denise explained.

"So," she continued, offering a sneaky little smile to Wendy, "Since your sister is away, why don't you two hang out instead? It'd take some guilt off me for not being able to spend time with him while he's in town."

"Another chance at sex," was the first thought that went through Wendy's head. "Uh, sure I suppose, maybe we could do dinner or something," She told Denise.

"I think you two would have fun. He's a gentleman. He's also gorgeous - if you're into fitness models. He flies in from Atlanta to do shoots. Maybe he knows your sister," Denise shrugged.

"If that sister of mine wasn't busy, her, me, and him could have a threeway," Wendy thought to herself, again admonishing her perverse thoughts. She finished her lunch while Denise called her friend explaining the situation.

"He said his schedule is wide open because his shoot got delayed until tomorrow. He offered to meet you for dinner tonight," Denise explained.

"Yeah that'd be great," Wendy replied. Denise ended the call and the two friends spent the rest of the afternoon shopping and talking. Wendy couldn't help but observe the way Denise talked about her son. It was as though she longed for him or wanted him for herself. Denise was in her late 30's and unbelievably gorgeous, with long brown hair, and a perfect hour glass figure. Wendy wondered if Denise's son ever looked at her in a sexual manner, which of course, led to Wendy wondering if her own son looked upon her in that way. Obviously Darren and his mother looked at each other like that. Wendy chastised herself again for these perverse thoughts.

*********

Ulysses was quite amazing in every way. He looked amazing, with his dark-chocolate, perfectly toned musculature, his personality was amazing in its very gentlemanly, polite, caring way, and later in the evening Wendy discovered love-making was amazing as well.

They met for dinner at a fairly upscale restaurant. Denise had given him Wendy's phone number so they could chat about when and where. He told her he'd be waiting outside and would be wearing dark pants with a tucked in blue dress shirt. He told her he was black and had a ponytail.

As they chatted throughout dinner, about work, family, interests, Wendy knew she would try to have sex again tonight, thus creating another anomaly of intercourse, satisfying her increased libido.

That evening it seemed this was to be destiny anyway. After dinner he took her to a night club. A six foot tall, Puerto Rican woman, with legs for miles and perfect round breasts approached Ulysses. They knew each other. She introduced herself to Wendy as Fernanda. Fernanda wasn't alone, Christine was with her. All three of them knew each other and began talking, making Wendy feel like an outsider, but not for the entire night.

After they all danced several times, Ulysses gently grabbed Wendy's hand and led her out of the crowd, "Let's get out of here," he said. "I think the two of them want to be alone, plus, you're here. I'd rather spent time with you."

Wendy looked back over her shoulder and could see the two women grabbing each other's faces, kissing her hungrily, through the strobe lights.

The ride back to the parking lot of the restaurant was fairly quiet. Wendy thought two weekends in a row with sex on both Friday and Saturday wasn't going to happen after all. She thought the dry spell may return and accepted that.

However, Ulysses wasn't going to let that happen, gently placing his hand on hers in the passenger seat of his rental care he asked if she was ready to go home.

"No, not really, the night is still kind of young," Wendy replied.

"Please don't think poorly of me," Ulysses said, reaching to caress her face, slowly sliding his fingers down the top of her immense cleavage. "Would you care to join me at my hotel room?"

**********

Wendy lost count of how many orgasms she had with Ulysses. On top of him, laying under him, bent over for him, she moaned, rode, sucked, and ground on his cock until close to dawn. They didn't just have sex; they made love, making love as if two strangers were destined to come together as one for one night only.

As the sun rose, they had been talking for about an hour, Wendy's hand trailing up and down his perfectly toned body, his hand going up and down her back, occasionally dipping into her buttcrack. He told her he was in love with a married woman, but didn't want to cause problems between them, so he didn't pursue her. He apologized to Wendy for moving so fast after meeting her for the first time, stating that Wendy reminded him of this woman in some ways. Wendy didn't mind one bit, still in awe of her interesting sexual luck.

Ulysses told her the woman he was in love with was named Michelle. Wendy's curiosity got the best of her, putting two and two together, she asked if Michelle was a fitness model as well and she described her features, along with other general information.

"That's my sister, Ulysses," Wendy informed him. She watched him shake his head and frown. She could tell how much he longed for her. When he tried to speak, Wendy shushed him, climbing back on top of him, offering him a breast. Sucking hungrily, he became hard again; Wendy guided him back inside, giving herself to him once more.

Afterward they continued talking as the sky got lighter. "So do you have a stable of women back in Atlanta that you sleep with?" Wendy asked, poking his sides to let him know she was joking.

"Yeah," Ulysses said.

"Wait you're serious?" Wendy ask, propping herself up on her elbow.

"Mhmm, my step-mother and her sisters," Ulysses replied, matter-of-factly. Wendy's jaw dropped.

"Really?!" She asked in disbelief.

"Yep, since I was 15. They have been 'servicing' me, as they call it, ever since." Ulysses explained.

Wendy was in shock. Dr. Decker's words again ran through her mind. "How long have you known your step-mother?"

"Since I was 11. It just sorta happened, I was always attractive to her and well, it just happened." He explained.

"And her sisters? Your step-aunts?"

"Yep, them too. Over the course of three years they started joining in and helping out. It sounds weird but they aren't biological relatives. So it was no biggie to us. They try to set me up with other women too, hoping I can get over Michelle and move on."

Wendy just sat there, looking at Ulysses, with a goofy smile on her face. If she hadn't witnessed incest she would've left right there. Watching Darren's mother, Denise's obvious issues with her son, and now Ulysses confessing to a woman he'd never see again that he and his step-mother and step-aunts sleep together, kept her right there next to him in bed. He told her about how sometimes it'd be two, three, or four of them all in bed, kissing, licking, and taking turns riding him like it was a typical weekend event. The chatted about it until the sun was shining on them, capping off their conversation with one final love-making session; Ulysses slowly, tenderly pumping his cock in and out of her.

A couple days later Wendy traveled to Tampa Bay to stay with her other sister, Aline, for the remainder of her trip.

Tony

"How long have you two been having sex with your step-father?" Wendy sat at a small table in her sister's apartment, nude, with two fraternal 18 year old twin girls, who were also nude.

"Um," Rena glanced at Jada, "well."

"You'd rather not say, I understand," Wendy stated, going into counselor mode.

"It's been a few years," Jada admitted.

Their step-father, Tony, was a 53 year old, black, body builder. He was also married and occasionally sleeping with Wendy's sister, Aline, that is when he wasn't pounding his step-daughters white little pussies into submission.

They turned to watch Tony mercilessly pump his cock in and out of Aline on the couch. She was on all fours with Tony behind her.

"You don't mind that he's doing that with another woman?" Wendy asked the girls.

"Nope, we're cool with it." Rena answered.

"I think it's because the other women he plays with know that they get us in a package deal. Whoever he's with, we'll most likely be there too," Jada explained.

"Does your mother know about it?" Wendy asked, glancing over to her sister as she cried out again. What a wild, blurry, alcohol-filled few days it had been in Tampa Bay.

"Nope she doesn't know," Rena answered.

"She'd probably kill us if she found out," Jada said.

Wendy smiled and nodded. She was utterly fascinated by this. "Did you think it was weird at first?"

Aline moaned again in the background, ten feet away on the couch. "Yeah a little, but," the twins looked at each other and smiled, "we couldn't say no."

Wendy gave an empathetic chuckle. "What about you two? Have you ever done stuff with each other?" Wendy asked, her incestuous curiosity climbing.

The twins looked at each other once more and giggled, giving Wendy their answer in the process. "We have just to kind of help each other when Tony isn't around or busy," Rena explained.

"It's no big deal, it helps take the edge off," Jada added.

"I bet it's a lot of weight to carry on your shoulder to keep this hidden from your mom," Wendy said.

"Yeah it can be; there's a lot of sneaking around. Especially if he takes us with him somewhere, like here at Aline's," Jada admitted.

They turned to watch Tony pull out of Aline, jack his cock a few times, and then spray semen all over her back. He sighed, turning to his step-daughters, gesturing them to follow him into the shower to wash off. Aline winked at Wendy and joined the three of them, leaving Wendy alone.

When they arrived earlier in the day, Wendy watched them slide their bulbous little bubble butts up and down Tony's massive, long, rod. A girl on each side of him, everyone in the room could tell these girls knew what they were doing, and have been doing it for quite some time. They worshiped their step-daddy.

Wendy took another shot of vodka her sister brought her while they watched the twins. Aline was nude at that point, her body similar to Michelle's though not quite as muscular, and had been pretty much ever since Wendy arrived a few nights prior. After some sisterly talks about how Wendy was feeling dirty, slutty, and very naughty as of late, Aline called Tony requesting his dick for her and Wendy to feast upon. When their tongue occasionally met while they licked his cock, Wendy couldn't help but think of experimenting with incest, thought she never got the courage to ask Aline about it.

A couple nights later he was back again with his twin girls. They loved him so very much. The rest of that evening, Wendy, Aline, and the twins took turns riding Tony to orgasm. Wendy never felt so slutty, she never felt so good, she never felt so alive. Her black-haired, dark tanned, Venezuelan goddess of a sister commanded Tony's cock like it was a part of her. In her drunken state, not caring if her older sister Wendy saw her in action, she guided that massive meat into her anus, with Tony plunging it as deep as he could. Rubbing herself to orgasm will his cock was embedded in her, Wendy took another shot of Vodka, knowing she was next. The twins cleaned his member for his next anal victim.

Wendy smiled to herself as he impaled her rectum, so much sex, in such a small amount of time. Never in a million years did she picture herself having anal sex in front of her sister, and twin step-daughters of the monster that was penetrating her.

The next day was her last day before flying home to LA. Tony showed up one last time before she left. Wendy and Aline sucked his cock together, before taking turns riding him. Aline gave Wendy some privacy at the airport parking lot, allowing her to ride his cock once more, like the good slut the month of September was turning her into.

**********

"Well, you know incest is a lot more common that we might think," Wendy replayed Dr. Decker's words once more as her plane took off, taking her back home. She was reading a book she bought at the airport bookstore. It was one of those psychological study types of book. One of the chapters was about incest. She skipped right to it.

Upon her arrival back in LA, she was exhausted and sore. She didn't feel like going home, not wanting to be alone, so she headed to the beach. Taking a long walk along the shore, wondering if she could actually commit incest, she pondered committing the act with Wade. Shaking her head of those thoughts, reasoning she'd never hurt him, she continued her walk.

Laying in bed wide awake that night she counted the five different men she'd had sex with over the last 2 weeks. Wendy felt Tony was the worst. He brutally pounded her, her sister, and his step-daughters. There was no love or affection there, just animalistic lust. Rodney was probably similar, but she was too drunk to remember.

The kinky, taboo nature of incest flooded her mind once more. The idea seemed so naughty, so forbidden, yet so delicious. Wendy sat up in bed, speaking the name "Barry," her nephew.

Barry

"So your mom and this guy hang out a lot?" Wendy asked her nephew, sitting on the couch next to him, watching TV. She knew he had a small crush on her, and wanted to experiment to see if she could get a reaction from him by wearing a skimpy top, one that barely covered her boobs.

"Nah, just when he's in town on business. All they do is, uh, you know," Barry replied, stealing glances of his Aunt's cleavage.

Wendy, feeling bold and horny, pushed the issue and herself further, "Well then when they get back from dinner you and I can go out and spend time together." Wendy hugged him tightly, wondering if she was exciting the 18 year old high school senior. He was born the same year as her son, but had to be held back due to some learning issues.

Barry slid his arm down his Aunt's side, resting it on her hip, while she nuzzled into his chest. He was taken aback by her increased level of affection, but ultimately, didn't mind it one bit. His favorite pastime was masturbating to thoughts of his cock sliding in between her big tits.

"Hi again, we're back," Brandy said, entering the home with Ronnie, the hulking behemoth of African-American muscle that was visiting LA on business.

"Guess that's our cue," Wendy told Barry, sitting up to greet her sister. "I think Barry and I are going to grab some food too. You two have fun."

"Good. I mean, alright, I'll see you later sweetie," She said, giving Barry a quick hug goodbye.

**********

"What am I doing? Do I want this? Do I need this?" Wendy asked herself as she drove her nephew to her house several miles away.

"Uh, Aunt, I think we missed the exit for - " Barry spoke up.

"We're going to my house for dinner," Wendy interrupted him.

She had never had this much sex in all her life in one month. Dr. Decker's remarks, witnessing Darren and his mother, her friend Denise appearing to have feelings for her son, Ulysses confession about him and his step-mom and step-aunts, Tony's step-daughters, and finally here she was, getting ready to seduce her nephew. Nice, quiet, little Wendy would have a huge secret.

"Yes. I want to experience this, I want to devour that forbidden fruit," She told herself, pulling into her drive, turning off her car. For reasons and impulses she couldn't fully explain, other than telling herself she had an open mind and this sort of thing was more common than she thought, she led her nephew into her home.

Barry sat on the couch while Wendy went to the kitchen to pace a bit. She considered taking a shot of alcohol, but decided against it, wanting to be sober when she experienced this.

Sitting back on the couch next to him, Wendy patted Barry's thigh, "So your mom and that guy, Ronnie, are probably having sex tonight, right?"

"Uh, yeah, it's pretty annoying. I hear them when he's in town every few months," Barry awkwardly replied.

"Well that's a real shame," Wendy said, clearing her throat. She counted to three in her head, getting off the couch, and then standing in front of her nephew. She took a deep breath. Looking into his slightly confused eyes, she removed her top, unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Barry's eyes were wide and his mouth was hanging open.

"Maybe you should have sex tonight too," Wendy suggested.

Barry said nothing, only slightly nodded his head, unable to look away from his Aunt's breasts. Wendy unbuttoned her pants, slid them down along with her thong, and then straddled him on the couch.

Grinding her naked body into him, she whispered, "You have to keep this a secret, alright?"

Barry nodded, watching his Aunt assist him with removing his shirt, tossing it to the side, sliding down to the floor, unzipping his pants and sliding them off.

"Up," She said. Barry lifted his butt off the couch, allowing Wendy to reach and pull his pants and boxers down to around his feet. He was already rock hard. Wendy glanced at his cock, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible; she ignored the fellatio option, and any foreplay for that matter. She instead climbed back on top of her nephew, reaching between her legs, guiding his cock into her pussy. She had a bit of difficulty, because she was not as wet or as turned on as she thought she'd be. Once she got it inside her, she began rocking back and forth a bit.

This was not turning out like she had hoped, it was not kinky, and it was not hot or steamy. It was awkward and not intimate in any way. She heard Barry's breathing increase. His hands were gently at her waist. He was too scared to suck her tits or do anything other than hold her as she rocked.

"I'm doing it, I'm actually doing it. It's not great though," Wendy thought to herself while rocking back and forth on her nephews cock.

She looked over to a high school graduation picture of Wade on the table next to the couch. "What would he think?" she asked herself.

"Would he like this with me? Would he make love to me?" Wendy asked again, noticing that she was become more and more lubricated, making things easier for both her and Barry.

"Will you ever do this with me one day baby?" She asked her son in her head, picking up the pace. Unable to look away from his smiling face in the picture, her mouth dropped open, her breathing and heart rate increased.

"Yes," She said aloud, while looking at Wade's picture. "Yes!"

Just before the orgasm that was building had a chance to explode through her, Barry startled convulsing below her, his own orgasm taking him over. Wendy felt his cock twitch and spurt inside her. She immediately got off him with enough time to see it spurt a couple more times. She walked to the kitchen to retrieve a paper towel for her nephew to clean himself.

**********

The ride back to her sister Brandy's house was silent. When they arrived in the drive way, Wendy, never bothering to look at him, told him that this will never happen again. She reminded him to keep it a secret and that if his mother found out about this she would kill him. He agreed, said bye, and then hopped out of the car to head inside.

Wendy felt like a piece of garbage for the next few months. Finding out she was pregnant made things even worse. The shame, anger, disgust at her actions in the month of September was too much. She enjoyed her new job, but seeing the belly get larger and larger, wondering if it was her nephew's baby, made her sick. There was a slight little whisper in the back of her mind, one that she couldn't ignore, like a buzzing of a mosquito around her ear. She tried to shoo the whisper away, but the tiny, little voice wouldn't leave her mind. It was a single sentence on repeat.

"It should've been Wade."

Wade

Chapter 1

Wendy watched the crowd of people disperse in the airport. Wade had landed and he'd be there soon. Since she was eight months pregnant there was no need to tell him with words. She would stand there and let him see her. She was wearing blue jeans and a black, long sleeve shirt, with ample cleavage. Her large belly was stretching the fabric just slightly.

She saw his smile through the crowd of people, unable to keep from tearing up; she remained still for him to see. His smile slowly faded to a confused look when he saw her belly. It was as though he wasn't sure that she was pregnant. Wendy just smiled, holding out her arms, motioned for him to hug her. Her belly pressed into his lower abdomen.

"Mom?" Wade looked down, then back to her face, then back down again. "Are you...?"

Wendy nodded, "I am."

"Wow, that's um, that's great?" He asked, a slight smile returning, pointing to her belly.

Wendy nodded again, she missed him so much, ushering him for another embrace. He gently hugged her, carefully resting his arms around her shoulder, scared he might hurt the baby.

"You can do better than that," Wendy said, looking up into his eyes. "You're not going to hurt me or the baby."

Wade nodded, bending down to lower his arms around her back, Wendy peppering his jaw with several kisses, breathing in his scent.

Ending their embrace, they headed toward baggage claim, Wendy noticing Wade stealing glances at her as they walked. She instinctively grabbed his hand, finding herself blushing slightly, walking along with him in silence.

The car ride back to their home was also fairly quiet. Wade would smile at her awkwardly, glancing at her belly, making small talk about school, his flight, the summer and so on.

Dinner was the same. Wendy could tell he had a million questions. "Wade, sweetie, you've been quiet. I know you probably have questions," she said putting her fork down.

"Well I'm not sure. I know how you got pregnant," he smiled, offering an attempt at humor. "Do you know what you're having?"

"Nope, I want to be surprised. That's why the nursery isn't covered in blue or pink," Wendy explained.

"So who is he? The father?" Wade asked reluctantly after another silent pause.

Wendy sighed, looking down to her meal, slightly shaking her head. "Mom? You ok?" Wade asked.

"September was a very odd month for me, Wade," Wendy said, slowly looking up from her meal. "I, uh, well I had intercourse. Quite a few - "

"Mom, you don't have to tell me," Wade interrupted her.

"No, I feel like you should know," Wendy paused. She wanted to tell him about his cousin. Deep down she wanted to gauge his reaction to see if he was open to exploring incest. Wendy had sex with her nephew, nearly having an orgasm while looking at Wade's picture, thinking it should be him instead of Barry.

After Wade cleaned the kitchen and put the dishes away, he joined his mother on the couch, sitting next to her, facing her.

Wendy was going to take a huge risk. She was going to tell him she had sex with Barry. Over the last few months she played the scenario over in her head. He would either get angry and stay angry awhile, eventually forgiving her in due time, quite possibly not being as close to her for even longer. The other option would be that he would forgive her on the spot, saying that what happened is in the past and they would simply move forward. She wasn't expecting him to be interested in exploring incest at all - a desire she has been unable to shake since September.

Wendy couldn't help but smile at him, looking into his eyes, watching him glance again at her belly. She wanted to pull her shirt up, place his hands on it and show him what it was like to touch one, knowing that he never had.

"I made a few mistakes in September, Wade. I hope you can forgive me. I don't know what was wrong with me. I had sex with more than one man, one of those men; I will never, ever do that with again. He is the one I regret most, he is the one that in a moment of weakness, I succumbed to some sort of taboo fantasy," Wendy said, starting to tear up.

"Mom, please, it's ok," Wade said, placing his hand on hers.

"I had sex with your cousin, Barry, and there's a chance this baby is his," Wendy blurted out, looking for her son's reaction, her eyes welling up with tears. Thinking that one of her scenarios would play out, preparing for him to lose his temper, get up and pace around the living room, asking her if she was crazy, she watched him. The reaction was hardly noticeable. She felt his hand slowly release hers, his eyes not looking away, his face still and emotionless. Wade slowly stood, taking his leave; he walked to his bedroom, gently closing the door behind him.

He didn't speak to his mother for four days.

Chapter 2

"It's not locked," were the first words Wade spoke when she knocked on his bedroom door, asking to come in.

It had been four days since he came home and learned one of the individuals his mother slept with was none other than his cousin, Barry. Wade was laying on his side on his bed, not moving, not acknowledging his mother's entrance into his room.

"I just wanted to check on you," Wendy said, sitting at the foot of his bed, lightly tracing his calf with her fingers.

"I hope you can forgive me. It's been months of me beating myself up over this," she continued. She had rarely spent time with her sister Brandy, in hopes of avoiding Barry. She hadn't had sex or dated since their September encounter either. Christmas was awkward, but luckily, Wendy didn't stay at her sister's long.

Wade sighed, rolling onto his back, "Mom, I just," he paused.

Wendy interjected herself, not allowing him to continue. "I know it was wrong, very wrong. September was a very crazy month and certain events led me to want to experiment sexually. And one of those experiments was something that very wrong and taboo. I was foolish to do so, and now I'm pregnant, I feel like an idiot and I - "

Wade interrupted his babbling mother, sitting up in the bed he reached to her hand, "Mom, I get that. It was wrong. But that's not the thing that upset me the most," Wade took a deep breath.

"What upset me most is why would you, a truly gorgeous woman give yourself to and have sex with a little twerp like my cousin?" Wade asked.

Wendy's eyes brightened, "You mean the whole incest thing wasn't the thing that bothered you most?"

"Well, it's wrong, it's not exactly normal," He said, a soft smile on his face, "But I look at you and I don't see any man on earth good enough for you. To think you let that doofus do that with you, well, it makes me sad. You're so gorgeous," Wade paused, glancing again to her stomach, "now even more than ever."

Wendy started tearing up, she grabbed Wade, hugging him tightly, whispering in his ear, "You're good enough for me."

"Thanks," He said, ending their embrace, not picking up on any double meaning his mother may have meant. "Let's just move past this. Ok? Let's just go forward. I'm sure he had a night he'll never forget."

Wendy laughed, wiping away a tear, "More like a few minutes." They both laughed. "I'm so glad I have you."

Wade shrugged, "Well as much as I don't like Barry, if that is his spawn growing around in there, I love you and I want to help out as best I can."

Wendy hugged her son again, kissing his cheek, "I don't know for sure if it's his. My instincts are telling me it's not, but it could be."

Wendy stood, extending her hand to her son, "Come on, let's go out to dinner."

**********

The next three days were nothing like the previous four. Wendy and Wade laughed, talked, and even playfully flirted. She would grab his hand and place it on her belly when the baby was kicking. He would sit on the couch with her, marveling at the life form moving around inside her, gently patting the now very large home it lived in. He was enamored with it and his mother.

"Here," Wendy handed her son a squirt bottle of vanilla scented moisturizing lotion.

"What's this for?" He asked. Wendy sat next to him with her back against him on the couch.

"My belly, will you rub it please?" She asked.

"Uh sure," He shifted his position so he was facing her back. "How do we do this?"

"Let me sit in between your legs. Stretch this one out and lean back," Wendy instructed.

Wade did as he was told, feeling his mother's weight sit against him, opening the cap to the bottle. "Smells good."

"I like it," Wendy replied.

"You're hair smells good too by the way," He said.

"Thank you, flirty," Wendy smiled, leaning her back on his shoulder. "Oops almost forgot," she pulled her t-shirt up, to under her breasts, revealing that massive tummy.

Wade paused then squirted some lotion on his hands. He placed them on her stomach, gently rubbing the lotion around in circles.

Wendy could feel his breath on her neck. She let out a slight moan as she closed her eyes. "A little harder?"

"Ok," Wade said, pressing down a little firmer, both hands massaging her pregnant belly.

"You can't hurt the baby, keep going," Wendy said, letting out another moan, not realizing the moan sounded slightly sexual. She knew his hands, his breath on her neck, his massaging all felt amazing.

When he was done, the lotion completely rubbed into her skin, he let his hands rest on her stomach. The baby kicked several times against his hand, causing him to chuckle.

Wendy, with her eyes still closed and her head leaning back on his shoulder, spoke up, "The baby likes it." She sat up, pulling her shirt down, turning around face her son, "I liked it too. I think we have a nightly ritual now."

Wade smiled, watching his mother get off the couch, blushing slightly as she turned his chin up to plant a small kiss on his lips, "Goodnight," she said.

Chapter 3

Wendy was putting some dishes away the next morning, cleaning up a little before her next ultrasound appointment, when Wade came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her and rested his hands on her stomach. She loved the way he touched it, she could tell he loved to touch it too; she also loved the way he would watch her move about the house, never taking his eyes off it.

Leaning back against him, closing her eyes, she let out a slight moan then said in a unintentionally sultry voice, "Wanna come?"

"Hmm?" Wade asked.

"With me. To my appointment," Wendy quickly added.

"Oh uh, sure, that'd be nice," Wade said. He ended the embrace and sat at the table to eat breakfast.

Wendy smiled, walking slow over to him, pulling her shirt up, "Here, kiss it for good luck."

Wade, swallowing his eggs, looked up at her, "Your stomach?"

"Mmhmm."

"Alright," Wade shrugged and placed a quick peck just to the side of her navel.

"Aww, come on, you can do better than that," Wendy said, grabbing his hands, placing them on each side of her belly. "Try again."

Wade chuckled and shrugged once more. He stared at her large tummy before him for a moment before slowly leaning in and giving in a long, slow kiss, closing his eyes, almost savoring the taste.

Wendy went slightly weak in the knees, "Thank you." She cleared her throat, "Now then, uh, everything should be fine with the ultrasound," pulling her shirt down, she walked off; thinking about how she may work a belly kiss into the daily routine of belly rubs.

**********

"It wants another kiss," Wendy said, standing next to Wade, while he sat on the couch watching TV that evening. She pulled her t-shirt up for him. He gave it another spine tingling kiss just like that morning.

"Mmm, thank you. Now the belly wants a massage again," Wendy said, handing him the lotion. She got into the same position from the previous night, smiling, leaning her head back on his shoulder, pulling her shirt to underneath her breasts once more.

It was amazing. The way he would dip his hands to just above her pajama bottoms and just below where her breasts rested on her stomach. Wade didn't need to be told to use more pressure. Wendy found that she was getting aroused by this. She wondered if it was his breath on her neck again, or possibly hormones due to pregnancy, even though she hadn't gotten overly horny in the first two trimesters. No, she realized why she was feeling horny; the thought of him touching her made her that way. Maybe, just maybe, he was open to experimenting with this latent taboo urge Wendy had.

He rubbed the lotion in, taking his time, ending the massage session with a kiss awfully close to her neck. Wendy came out of her trance, sitting up, turning around she pulled Wade in for another peck on the lips.

"Same time tomorrow?" She asked, giving him another peck. Wade nodded, Wendy kissing him on the lips a third time before heading to bed, smiling to herself as she walked down the hallway. She was tired, but too excited to go to sleep, so instead she thought about the next night.

**********

Another pregnancy kiss in the morning, one when Wendy arrived home from work and another before their nightly massage session.

She didn't wear pajamas this night. She came out of her bedroom in her panties and a tight little tank top. Wade was noticeably flustered. He tried not to look at her belly and her cleavage but failed miserably.

There she was again, laying against him on the couch, his hands rubbing the vanilla scented lotion in when it happened. Wade was circling his hands back around for another pass when his right hand dipped further south than usual. His fingers grazed her panties. He was using a bit more pressure too. On each pass he'd press in and pull up. When he went low that time it pulled her lower abdomen flesh upward. He did it a second time. More of his fingers went south, pulling at her flesh, dipping into just above her trimmed public hair.

"This is it," Wendy thought, "he's going to cross that line tonight with me." She was breathing heavily, eyes closed, each pass of his hand dipping millimeters further into her panties. Her mouth was slightly open when she reached her right hand up behind his head, gripping his hair, not having any idea why she did this other than instincts. A man was massaging her stomach, getting closer and closer to her engorged clit; it seemed like something she should do. She thought she felt something hard pressing into her lower back but wasn't sure.

Unfortunately, she wouldn't find out, her massage session ending shortly after she gripped Wade's hair, feeling a light kiss directly on her neck this time. He had stopped moving and was putting the cap back on the lotion bottle. Wendy sat up, wiping her forehead, running her fingers through her hair.

"Thanks," She said, not looking at Wade, dragging herself up to head to bed. "Same time tomorrow," she said entering the hallway. She nearly screamed with joy upon entering her room.

"Maybe, just maybe, I can make things right by having sex with him. I could erase doing it with Barry!" She pondered to herself, looking to the ceiling, still wide awake, casually rubbing her clit.

"Tomorrow," She thought, "I'm upping the ante!"

Chapter 4

The next day went by extremely slowly at work. Finally at home, Wendy showered and changed into some silk, pink shorts that still fit her - barely. They hardly covered her butt. She threw on another low cut, spaghetti-strapped, white tank top and headed to the living room. She also neglected to wear underwear.

Wade was already on the couch. He had been quiet since she arrived home from work. Wendy smiled warmly, pulling her tank top up for a belly kiss, standing in front of him.

Wade paused, appeared to gulp, and then slowly placed his hands on each side of her pregnant mound. Leaning in for a slow kiss near her navel, he let it linger, sending more tingles up her spine.

You know that's really nice. Why don't you kiss it again? The belly likes it," Wendy joked. Wade obeyed and did the same thing, looking up to his mother when the kiss ended.

Wendy didn't budge, holding her tank top up, not moving. She nodded to him, "Again?"

Wade did as requested, giving it two more kisses, and then sitting back on the couch looking directly at it in front of him.

"Keep going," his mother whispered. Wade looked up to her unsmiling face and nodded.

Grabbing each side, closing his eyes, he kissed it again, and again, and again. Wendy's eyes rolled into the back of her head when she felt his tongue against her skin for a split second. It happened once more and then again, her breath ragged, her spine tingling from the light contact his tongue was making with each sensual kiss.

"Yes," she whispered, grabbing his hair, holding him in place with her left hand. Wade was kissing it more and more, his tongue darting out on each kiss, his hands gripping it tightly. Wendy moaned, his kisses evolving into long, loving licks of his tongue, covering her stomach in saliva.

She was about to remove her shirt, offering him a tit while straddling him, crossing that forbidden line when her cell phone rang. It was Brandy. She always made sure to answer phone calls from Brandy in case she had to address an issue with Barry having sex with his Aunt. Wade stopped his licks and got off the couch to head to his room.

Brandy wasn't talking about anything important. She asked if she could bring by a casserole. Wendy was hardly paying attention. When Wendy ended the call, she sighed, looking to the empty couch. She lost the opportunity that night.

*********

It was definitely an erection pressing into her back the following night. They hardly spoke to each other when she got home from work. She met him on the couch though, watching him get into position, Wendy following suit, wearing a different pair of silk shorts - no underwear.

He was so very hard. His hands circling her belly again, each pass downward causing his fingers to graze her shorts, each pass upward, his hands grazed her breasts. She wanted to remove her shirt for him but didn't. She wanted him to initiate things as it would be better if he did.

The massage ended abruptly when she gripped his hair and moaned. She took it as a sign that he was nervous and didn't want to push things. She didn't either so she left, smiling at him as she walked toward the hallway to bed, glancing back, noticing a bulge in his pants. She laid awake rubbing her clit for the next hour, wondering if Wade was jacking off, feeling regret for not take care of him like a good mother - like a good woman - should.

The next night she wouldn't have to take care of him. Her son did so himself. Each circling pass of his hands, Wendy felt something different, something other than a hard erection pressing into her lower back, she felt Wade slightly push up with his hips. He was squeezing his butt, buckling his hips, ever so slightly as he completed a circle around her stomach. Wendy's hand was back around his neck, she was moaning slightly, eyes closed, and mouth open.

She slowly pulled her tank top up further, causing her nipples to taste the air in the room, moaning even more when his hands grazed them. Then it ended. She felt his hips buckle erratically. Her eyes shot open, she knew he was ejaculating in his pants.

"Hey, I gotta go, I gotta go to the store," Wade whispered, pushing his mother up and off him.

"Oh, sure, yeah it's fine sweetie," She said, letting him get up, watching him grab his keys and rush out the door. He was so embarrassed.

She was laying awake in bed a little later when she heard him get home. Perhaps he bought milk or some other mundane grocery item they didn't need just yet.

The next day she saw the guilt on his face. She wanted to strip for him, giving him everything, making love to him.

Wendy cleared her throat. She was standing behind him at the kitchen table after dinner with her tank top up over her stomach. "Kisses?"

He smiled awkwardly, looking to her with guilty eyes, "I don't know."

"Please?" Wendy moved forward, resting her hand on his shoulder. Wade slowly turned to face her. Slowly putting his hands on her stomach, leaning in to kiss it, he didn't stop. He kept kissing over and over again. She knew what he was going to do next and he didn't disappoint. Those long licks of his tongue made her knees weak, gripping his head, holding him in place, he started to stand. He licked his way up her belly, his hands following his tongue, now holding the sides of her breasts. He was about to pull her tank top up over her monstrous mounds when the doorbell rang. He immediately rushed to answer it.

"Hi, sorry I would've been by earlier, but I forgot. Here's that casserole," His Aunt Brandy entered the home, heading toward the kitchen. She made small talk with a flustered Wendy who had since pulled her shirt down, covering her saliva coated stomach. Wade rushed off to his room for the rest of the night.

Chapter 5

Wade avoided his mother all the next day. Wendy felt horrible for him. She knew how embarrassed he must be, however, he had no reason to be.

"Can I come in?" She asked knocking on his door.

"It's unlocked," he replied. He was laying on side once more, not looking at her or acknowledging her entrance.

"I just wanted a belly rub," his mother said, sitting at the foot of the bed. "Please?"

"Mom, I - "

She interrupted him, "Here's the lotion, get up, come on, up. You can massage it right here."

Wade sighed and sat up on his bed in a similar manner as he did on the couch. His mother smiled and got between his legs, handing him the lotion.

*********

Within minutes Wade was so very hard once more, slightly bucking his hips upward into his mother with each circle of his hand over her stomach, dipping into her shorts and grazing breasts once more.

Wendy couldn't take it any longer. They had been there for 30 minutes; Wade adding lotion every several minutes and continuing the massage for as long as he could. She knew he was going to cum soon. She knew that rock hard cock would spew in his pajama pants. She couldn't let that happen.

Suddenly, without warning, Wendy sat up and turned around to face her son. Not taking her eyes off his, she slowly started to tug at his bottoms, gripping them with her fingers and pulling. Wade's shocked eyes never looked away from hers. Wendy didn't even look at his cock when it sprung out. She knew what she had to do. She wasn't going to let her baby cum in his pants again.

Not taking her gaze off his eyes, she lowered her exposed, lotioned-up pregnant belly onto his pulsing cock. Watching his eyes roll into the back of his head, listening to the soft moan escape his lips, she began moving her stomach back and forth across his shaft.

Wade closed his eyes. Wendy reached up to caress his face, running her fingers over his lips as she worked.

"Wade, look at me," she commanded in a hushed tone, her belly still going slowly back and forth across his cock. He obeyed.

"Cum for me," She whispered. Wade couldn't hold his semen in if he wanted to. He nodded and a few second later his cock erupted on to her belly. He moaned, still looking into his mother's eyes.

"Shhh, it's ok, it's ok," Wendy said after a few moments, sitting up, letting her shirt fall, covering her again. She gave him a slight smile and a nod, "it's ok. Goodnight."

She went to sleep with his semen on her stomach and a smile on her face.

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The next day was more of the same. He avoided her out of guilt or embarrassment and she showed up knocking at his door later that evening. Wendy didn't even offer her belly to him to kiss. She immediately got in between his legs, without saying a word, pulling his pants down and began sliding her belly across his strengthening shaft.

Wade's mouth was trembling, his breath was ragged, and Wendy knew he was going to blow his load soon. She stopped moving her belly across his cock and immediately engulfed the tip into her mouth. He groaned when he came seconds later, throwing his head back, and shaking while his cock deposited semen into her mouth.

Wendy moaned, savoring the taste, "This is amazing," she said to herself after she swallowed his seed, crossing even more lines, well on her way to making love to the man she loved most.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, said goodnight to her son, and headed to bed. She fell asleep with the taste of semen in her mouth and a smile on her face.

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The next evening Wendy was sitting alone on the couch, preparing to go to her son's room again, looking forward to him ejaculating on her stomach or in her mouth once more when something caught her peripheral vision. It was Wade. He entered the living room and sat on the far side of the couch away from his mother.

Wendy was about to greet him when he spoke up. "Listen mom, I'm so sorry about last night and the past few days. I don't know what's wrong with me. I see your belly and I think it's beautiful. I think you're beautiful. You are the most beautiful woman on the planet and you being pregnant like this makes you look even better. I've been inappropriate with you and I'm very sorry," Wade pleaded, his eyes to the floor.

"It has nothing to do with Barry. Maybe a little bit, yeah. I never really thought of you as a sexual being, but seeing that you're pregnant it just makes me think of you as some kind of sexual goddess. I know it's stupid," Wade was rambling now, babbling on and on nervously.

Wade failed to notice his mother get off the couch and stand in front of him. He kept babbling, "When you told me about Barry, I was sad, and angry. Why him? He's a twerp," Wade paused, his eyes noticing his mother's feet on the floor in front of him.

Wade slowly looked up, his eyes admiring her perfect pregnant body, speaking when he made eye contact," My first thought was that it should've been - "

His mother interrupted him, "You?"

Wade slowly nodded to his mother standing before him.

"When Barry and I were done, that was my first thought too. It should've been you. I wished it was," Wendy explained.

They stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds longer. Taking a deep breath, Wendy pulled her t-shirt up over her belly and breasts, letting it fall to the floor. She slid her silken shorts down, stepping out them, slightly kicking them to the side. She stood before her son naked.

Chapter 6

Unlike what happened with her nephew, she didn't immediately guide her son in, in order to make it go by quickly. Wendy instead squatted in front of him, unzipping his shorts, tugging them down. Wade said nothing. He lifted himself off the couch allowing his mother to pull his boxers down to his feet where his shorts were.

Wade sat up and removed his shirt. Sitting back on the couch, he ran his fingers through his mother's hair, watching her study his erect cock. Wendy grabbed the base, squeezing gently, peppering the tip of his cockhead with kisses while looking into his eyes lovingly. The side of Wade's mouth curled slightly into a smile. Wendy smiled back at her son and then engulfed his cock, closing her eyes, sucking hungrily, pushing her head down into his lap further each time. Her other hand was steady stroking him using the saliva that leaked out of her mouth as she sucked him.

He tasted so very good that she couldn't help but moan. His hand was entangled in her black mane of hair, gently holding her in place, while her head bobbed up and down on his delicious forbidden meat.

Wendy came off his cock to catch her breath, looking at her son lick his lips, glancing at her breasts. She brought her full weight onto his lap, her large belly holding him in place on the couch, straddling him. She brought her hand to her left breast, holding it up, the nipple facing him. Reaching behind his head with her other hand, she pulled him in, his open mouth closing around her nipple, sucking from her, feeding from her. Wendy threw her head back, her eyes rolling in the back of her head, a mini-orgasm coursing through her.

After several minutes of Wade nursing him from her massive breast, she pushed him away, moving herself off him slightly, reaching between her legs to grab his cock. Just like with her nephew she guided him in. This time, though, she wasn't in any rush to get it over with. This time she looked directly into Wade's eyes, not the picture on the table next to the couch, watching his face contort with pleasure as her pussy walls clamped down and around his shaft.

She nearly came when he touched bottom, her mind racing, her heart beating, love overflowing from her. Wendy almost forgot she had a cock inside her. She was so focused at starting into her son's eyes, feelings his hands trail up and down her back, feeling his cock pressing against her sealed cervix.

Wendy started grinding back and forth slowly. She reached behind his head again, pulling his face forward once more, not to her breast, but to her waiting mouth. They shared their first lover's kiss while she was straddling him, grinding against him, with his cock embedded into her pussy.

She moaned again, lost in another world of their kisses, all lines had been crossed. Lines she should've crossed with Wade to begin with. Wendy was grinding faster and faster against him. She felt it building up inside her, each drag of her clit across his pubic bone and lower abdomen brought her climax closer and closer. When their tongues met, swirling around each other, tasting each other's mouth, she nearly lost it.

When they ended their kiss, staring into each other's eyes, hearing Wade tell his mother he loved her, she did lose it. Rising and swelling inside her, traveling up her spine, a boiling concoction of vaginal fluids erupted, coating his shaft even more. Wendy climaxed, her body trembling and shaking, her lips quivering as she looked into the eyes of the love of her life.

It was Wade's turn. He slowly sat up on the couch, bringing his mother with him, her hands clasped behind his neck. He drove his face into her neck, kissing it, licking it, while holding her head in his hands. He kissed down to her cleavage, kissing the valley between her breasts, and then kissing his way back up to her mouth, his lips interlocking with hers. He paused, looking into her eyes, giving a slight nod and smile. Wendy did the same.

Wade gently, slowly, lowered his mother onto her back on the carpeted floor. Still inside her, he took to his knees; driving his cock in and out while propping himself up with one arm. Their eyes remained on each other, his other hand running up and down her thigh, his cock slowly going in and out of her. He released her leg and placed his hand on her belly, his mother nodded, signaling him to cum. He went faster and faster, her tits jiggling with each thrust, loud slapping sounds filling the living room. Both hands were on the floor now, "Harder!" he heard his mother say.

"You can't hurt the baby," Wendy said, urging him on. That was all the encouragement he needed. Going to his elbows now, her stomach bulging into his, their faces inches apart, he was approaching his own climax. Harder and faster he went, causing another orgasm to rise in Wendy. Feeling her climax beneath him, her pussy walls milking his cock, he let loose a torrent of semen into her. Wade groaned, unable to look away from her face, as he spewed his cum into her.

Out of breath, their hearts racing, they looked at each other for what seemed like an hour - Wendy gently caressing her son's face, a weak smile coming upon it, catching their breath.

They took a shower a little later, trading smiles and glances to one another, as they bathed. Wade was on his knees in the shower kissing and cleaning her belly.

That evening Wendy was in bed, her legs spread for Wade while he hungrily licked every part of her vagina his tongue could reach, resting his hands on her stomach as he worked.

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The next morning Wendy was straddling Wade, both nude at the kitchen table, feeding him pieces of bacon. He was running his hands all over her breasts and belly, pausing occasionally to open his mouth for the incoming bacon. Wendy had seen a similar scene back in September. The only difference is that when the bacon was gone, she gave her son a wicked smile, stood up, grabbed his cock, guiding it back where it belonged, and proceed to squat up and down on it while he held her waist and watched her tits bounce.

"This is a good leg work out," Wendy joked.

"Uh huh," Wade smiled up at his mother.

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"Ok let's hurry, I'm running late," Wendy was getting ready for work one morning a week later. She hadn't yet put her shirt on. Wade stood before her nude. She grabbed his cock, jacking it furiously, sucking it to coat it in saliva.

"Here it comes!" He cried out. Wendy lay back on the bed, watching Wade stroke his cock, ejaculating onto her stomach a few seconds later. Wendy moaned when the semen landed on her. She gathered a trail of it up before it landed on her mattress.

"Thank you sweetie," She told her son, rubbing the semen in all around her belly as if it was moisturizing lotion.

Chapter 7

Wendy and her son acted as if nothing was happening in the privacy of their home. As the weeks progressed, mother and son acted normal, occasionally hanging out with Brandy and Barry. Wendy felt better around her nephew, not fully caring if he told his mother at this point about their brief sexual encounter in September. Even though Wade thought he was a little twerp, Wendy always thought Barry was a sweet kid, instinctively knowing he wouldn't tell his mother about what happened between them.

Wendy was happy but uncomfortable; her uterus continuing to grow with the baby inside. The sex was amazing. Every morning was a quick blow job ending with a semen spray upon her stomach, the night's consisting of seemingly all night loving in her - no, their bed.

Wendy rarely wore clothes anymore at home. Sleeping nude, eating nude, sitting on the couch watching TV between love-making sessions with Wade nude, only putting clothes if she knew her sister was stopping by.

Wendy paused as she walked by her bathroom mirror, she was so very large. She sighed, shaking her head; she was tired of being pregnant, tired of carrying the weight around. She wanted to meet this child and raise him or her with her oldest child.

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"Do it! Harder!" Wendy gritted her teeth, shouting orders at her son. Wade was grunting, working, pounding, slamming his cock in to her as hard as he could. His mother was angry, annoyed that the baby was late, taking its own sweet time in arriving. Wendy had read that intense intercourse might cause a woman carrying a full term baby to go into labor.

Wendy reached up, pulling her son down, "Fuck me!"

Wade quickly nodded, squatted down, wrapped his arms around her huge belly, squeezing it as he lifted it up and began mercilessly fucking the living daylights out of this woman.

They were both a sweaty mess when Wade collapsed on top of his mother from exhaustion. She was relentless, not wanting to spend another extremely uncomfortable, nearly sleepless, night in bed. She didn't want to have another day of waddling around the house, thinking her water could break any minute. She wanted that baby out of her, she wanted to hold it, see it, and name it.

"Nope, not done sweetie. We gotta keep going," Wendy rolled on top of her son, squatting on him, propping herself up with her hands on his chest.

"Mom, please, I'm exhausted. Let me cum and we can go to sleep."

"Nope. Gotta keep going," She replied, still out of breath, gradually increasing her up and down pace. Raising her hips off his body, slamming them back down, in hard, heavy slams, impaling herself, stabbing her sealed cervix with his cock, hoping it would break and causing her to go into labor, Wendy kept going and going.No luck. No water breaking, no going into labor, nothing. She collapsed in a sweaty heaving mess. They would have to try again the next day.

Wendy was on all fours, her massive tits, swaying and jiggling with each powerful thrust from Wade hitting its mark. It was the next evening and they were at it again. Her back was slick with a mix of hers and his perspiration that had dripped on to her, he was out of breath, and he was assaulting her pussy with his cock as hard as he could - at his mother's request.

Then it happened. "Ahh yess!! Yes!" Wendy came with a force of a hurricane at the same time Wade groaned and threw his head back in ecstasy. Right at the moment her water broke. Wade continued slamming into her one last time as the explosion of amniotic fluid burst from her vagina, splashing back on her son and the bed.

His eyes widened as he looked down at the mess of clear liquid before him. Wendy rose up, looking over her shoulder, "It won't be long now." She got off the bed, led Wade to the shower, cleaning them both.

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The next afternoon her contractions started. When they were about 30 minutes apart Wendy decided it was time to go to the hospital. If they told her she arrived too soon, or rambled on about waiting until they were closer together, she would raise hell. Luckily they didn't.

The doctor left her room after another inspection. The contractions were about 15 minutes apart at this point.

"Guess I better call Brandy," Wade said.

"No, not yet," Wendy reached out to grab his hand. She gave him a devilish grin. "Take me once more before the baby gets here."

"What? No, I can't. Not now, you're going into labor, the baby will be coming out of there soon," Wade said.

"Then don't enter my vagina."

"Are you talking about, your uh, you know," Wade said, trying to control his excitement.

"I've got some KY lube in my bag over there. Go get it." His mother instructed. "We have to be quick!"

Wade did as he was told, closing her room's door, grabbing the lube. He helped his mother get on all fours on her bed. "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes I'm sure. Hurry sweetie."

"You are so sexy," He said, pulling up her robe, exposing her butt. He lathered it up with lube, along with his cock, not holding back on the amount.

It was amazing; her tight rectal wall massaging his shaft. She would squeeze her butt muscles as he slid his cock in and out.

"Go faster, it's ok," She reassured him. He paused to make sure the noise he heard out in the hallway wasn't a nurse or doctor. He continued, his hands holding her hips, sliding in and out, deeper into her body on her hospital bed.

"Hurry my love!" Wendy told her son.

"Yes ma'am!" He gladly went faster and faster. The baby's heart rate monitor sped up too. Another contraction happened while his cock was embedded all the way into her rectum. He kept going though, faster and harder, until he felt his cum churning, ready to be released.

"Ahhh!" He cried, hips jerking, body tensing, while he coated the inside of her intestines with his semen.

Wendy cried out too. It was another contraction, one that was much more intense this time. "I think we better get a nurse!"

Wade helped her get back to her back. She pulled him in for a hard kiss, "Thank you," she said with a soft smile, his sperm oozing out of her anus onto the mattress.

Chapter 8

Standing behind her, holding her hand as she pushed, Wade tried his hardest not to cry when the baby arrived. His mother was crying too; tears of joy and relief. He kissed the side of her head and told her he loved her.

The nursed placed the baby boy on his mother's chest. Wendy and her oldest son both marveled at the tiny, perfectly healthy baby before them.

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Dr. Decker moaned, slightly arching his back, injecting Wendy with sperm. It wasn't at the right time; there was no egg to be fertilized yet.

Darren smiled, giggling back at Wendy as she watched him from the bed in the guestroom. He retrieved a condom from his wallet, "Hate the way these things smell."

Wendy chuckled, watching him slide it on, and toss the wrapper in the trash can. Darren climbed back on top, guiding himself in, smiling at Wendy.

The room was hazy and spinning. Wendy looked over to Christine across the room. Rodney was walking toward her. "I don't want to get this drunk bitch pregnant. Finish me," he ordered Christine. She dutifully went to her knees, grabbing his cock, sucking him off until ejaculation.

Semen was on her face, her breasts, and her back. Every time that brute, Tony, had to cum, he'd pull out, chose a good spot and unload his semen there. Wendy have never taken a cum shot to the face before, but found it quite erotic, taking three over the course of her visit to Aline's. She lost count of how many times that man spewed cum on her, her sister, or his stepdaughters.

Barry's body started getting tense, his breathing erratic, signaling to his Aunt that he was finishing. She felt his cock pulse and twitch inside her. She climbed off him, watching it spurt a few more times. One healthy spurt of semen splashed against her cervix, but it didn't matter at this point.

"Yes! Yes!" Wendy gripped the back of Ulysses' head, her other arm wrapped around his shoulder. He was holding her up while on his knees on the bed and her feet were locked behind him. Her orgasm brought about his. Bucking his hips up unto her, he filled her womb with potent cum, Wendy throwing her head back in ecstasy.

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Wendy was crying tears of joy again, caressing Wade's face, with him running his hands through her hair. The baby was two hours old and the nurses had taken him to the nursery.

Wade was sniffing, attempting to hold back tears, "I love you," he whispered in her ear.

"I love you too. So much," Wendy replied, turning her head to kiss him.

"Mom? I was just wondering,"

"Yes?"

"I know the baby isn't mine, but can we just pretend he is? I can help you raise him. I can try to transfer to UCLA. He could be mine, you know?"

Wendy started crying again, harder this time, "Of course!" They kissed with trembling lips as best they could.

"What do you want to name him?" Wade asked his mother.

"How about Wade? After his father," Wendy said, her voice still trembling. They held each other until they couldn't stay awake. The next day would be busy with Brandy and Barry coming to visit. Wendy slept like a baby in her bed; Wade tossed and turned on the couch in her room.

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A couple months later, Wendy smiled, looking down to her baby, watching him nurse from her massive, milk-filled, breasts. She loved breastfeeding him. He was so sweet and precious in her eyes. When her baby was done nursing he sat up, wiping his mouth with back of his hand, looking at his mother with adoration and love, "Mmm, I love those big jugs you got there mom. I never knew you were so kinky."

Wendy snorted, rolling her eyes, "You're silly. You could've said no when I asked if you'd like some milk. I think we're both kinky. Speaking of milk, It's my turn to nurse from you."

Wade nodded, laying back on the couch, allowing Wendy to nurse from his cock. As Wendy took the older Wade's cock in her mouth, she thought back to September, and the events and catalysts that brought her to this point in her life.

She still had a couple more weeks until the doctor said she could have intercourse. As she sucked the cum out this UCLA student's cock, she wondered if Wade would ever want to impregnate her. Perhaps one night in a future September - in honor of the month her forbidden urges and curiosities were awakened.