Stuff many Stuff

“Hey babe! My cousin and I thought we’d come over for some fun and to show you what a fertile stud you really are! Remember when we told you how fertile we both were and you just had to cum in us?”

Your girlfriend pats her huge belly and giggles, “Well, our poor bellies have been swelling uncontrollably because of you over the past five months. You must have wanted two big preggos to walk through the town with and show off how much of a stud you are. Now because of you, our clothes won’t fit and our poor bellies keep getting bigger!”

You, struggling to even keep pacing the room you’re so pregnant. Hips hurting. Tits painfully engorged and weeping hot milk. Kettle drum of a belly, so heavily swollen it’s stretch marked and red. The weight of the baby pressing down on your core, the head low and in your pelvis. All the pressure bearing down on your poor swollen vagina…. Which is hot and wet as your body prepares to mercifully birth this burden. So drippy and wet you almost feel like the baby could just drop out, while at the same time it feels like he’ll never come. Your whole being swollen and sore, tender to the slightest touch. Hormones rampant while you go from feeling like a fertility goddess to a beached whale. From beautiful and glowing to fat with child… that’s what I mean when I whisper in your ear how I want to make you a mommy…

The enormous dome was glossy with sweat, skin drum-tight and flushed deep pink, quivering with constant internal life. It gurgled loudly wet, heavy *glorps* and *sloshes*as the hungry brood inside shifted and fought for room, dozens of small bodies squirming and kicking in frantic waves beneath her stretched flesh.

She panted desperately, full, heavy breasts rising and falling, dark nipples stiff and straining visibly against the soaked fabric.

A deep, throaty moan tore from her lips as a powerful contraction rolled through her womb. "Ahh fuck... they're so active," she gasped, voice husky and broken.

Her hands clutched the sides of her belly as it writhed visibly, bulges pushing outward in sudden, obscene lumps before sliding away, the entire surface churning and undulating under the sheer material.

I walked in right as another expansion hit. Her eyes flew open, a sharp, needy cry escaping her as her belly surged bigger with a loud, liquid groooan, the skin pulling even tighter with an audible stretch.

The brood thrashed wildly inside, making her whole swollen middle lurch and bounce. Her thighs trembled, spreading wider as slick arousal glistened between them.

"Baby, please!" she moaned loudly, voice thick with overwhelming sensation. "Come here.. wrap your arms around me. Soothe them... they're starving for touch."

I dropped to my knees and embraced her, arms straining to encircle the vast, fever-hot curve of her belly.

The moment my hands pressed in, the brood erupted violently under my palms hard kicks, rolling bulges, and slippery, writhing movements that pulsed and fought against me.

She arched back with a long, guttural moan, her body shuddering as fresh waves of pleasure-pain rippled through her. "Mmmhh, yes... just like that," she panted, grinding her hips forward helplessly.

Her breasts heaved against my chest, nipples brushing me with every ragged breath, while her belly gurgled and sloshed louder under my touch, the hungry life inside growing even more frantic.

I kneaded gently, feeling every powerful squirm and stretch, her skin burning hot and silky. She whimpered and gasped with each movement, her moans turning higher and more desperate as the violent activity sent jolts of raw ecstasy through her core.

The sheer dress clung wetly to every curve, outlining the endless churning.

Then everything suddenly stilled for a single, heavy heartbeat her breath catching, belly taut and quivering in my arms like a loaded spring.

It's funny. Mom started working out with me because she wanted to lose weight, but nine months later she's heavier than before. Seeing each other getting lean and sweaty combined with the hormonal effects of exercise to bring us closer together, in throes of passion so intense that the consequences were of no concern. All that existed were our naked bodies and the deepest love that can ever be felt - lustful, romantic, and familial all at once.

“Morning, Babe” his voice low and calming. The baby kicked and we both felt it. “Haha, morning to you too.”

He kissed my neck, pulling my hips back towards him. His cock was hard against my ass. I blushed.

I’m not stupid, I know my son’s been looking at my ass all day out on the lake. Even my friend Cecilia commented on how much he’s been staring. The way he plays it off when I glance back at him is so obvious. If he wanted to look at his mommy’s booty all day, the least he could do is admit it to me.

In this selfie, she sent me two very important messages. Tongue out = "Mom will be home late." Cleavage showing = "I'm ovulating"

Minutes after receiving it, I left work early. Seconds after getting home, my lips were locked with her. Hours later, I noticed my cum running down her legs as she answered her mother's boring questions about school. A month later, my daughter missed her period.

while the other girls were out riding horses, I was riding his cock, moaning with pleasure. When they were out learning to tie knots, he had my hands tied to the bed head and my ankles over his shoulders.

Camp only went for two and a half months, but that was enough time for my hips and tits to outgrow most of my clothing. He thought it was so funny to see my struggle with my jeans.

Best friends dad.

Mother-son inbreeding is not as dangerous as society claims, it may even be beneficial for the genetics of their offspring. A number of biological factors even suggest that a son is naturally made to reproduce with his own mother.

Oedipus effect & Jocasta effect: The Oedipus effect occurs when a son who has reached puberty sees his mother's naked body for the first time, while the Jocasta effect occurs when a mother sees her adult son's naked body. This awakens instincts that they can no longer escape. They keep the image of the naked body in mind and begin to be attracted to it. With these complementary phenomena, they no longer see each other only as mother and son, but also as potential romantic and sexual partners.

Compatibility of their genitals: A son's penis is determined by maternal genes. Consequently, its proportions are perfectly matched to his mother's vagina. Orgasms are more intense and frequent. This explains why a mother experiences more pleasure when having sex with her own son than with another man.

Fertility peak: Men and women are not most fertile at the same time in their lives. The male sex hormone is testosterone, which peaks between the ages of 18 and 25 and remains very high until the age of 35, before gradually declining. The female sex hormone is estrogen, which peaks around the age of 35-40, remains high until the age of 45, and then also begins to gradually decline. What we can see with this difference between the sexes is that a mother and her son reach their peak fertility at the same time. A 40 year old mother and her 20 year old son will have a child more easily than a couple in their 20s.

Sexual desire and semen: the high levels of sex hormones and the pleasure experienced during incestuous relations between mother and son have several consequences. Firstly, their sexual desire is much higher. While unrelated couples have sex an average of 2.5 times per week, mother-son couples have sex an average of 7.5 times per week, which is three times more. Another interesting point to note is that a son who has sex with his mother produces 25% more sperm than with an unrelated woman. Mothers and sons therefore have a natural tendency toward inbreeding.