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What I never say out loud is not a day has gone by since then I haven't nutted remembering the look of absolute agony on her red, tear stained face when his massive shoulders obliterated her nethers and left her gushing from the bloody, gruesome site that had previously been her pussy. Her screams as her tenderest tissues were ripped to shred still echo in my fantasies to this day. In a way you could say my birth fetish and my professional path were, pun intended, born on the same day as my little brother.

Mom started her pregnancy wanting a home birth, all the rage amongst her feminist witchy friends, but my brother's size and her advanced age had the village doctors so worried they demanded my dad transport her off the island and into a mainland hospital bed for a c-section at the start of her 9th month. She's been warned that between her narrow pelvis and the macrocephaly she would never survive a vaginal birth so they made plans to drop me at Aunt Jane's the afternoon of December 7th and be at the hospital for mom's induction at 8am the next day. 

Mom was 29 when she had me and, for 13 years, she and my dad thought they'd used their one miracle on my birth. Then mom passed out while teaching an astrology class and, one scary round of tests later, my parents were sitting me down to tell me I was going to be a big brother.

Mom, Adelaide to anyone else, was already the proud owner of of very large set of jugs even before she got pregnant. They wobbled under everything she wore and rippled out of the tight tank tops she liked to wear with the flowy handkerchief skirts she wore to the crystal shop she owned in the village. Before my brother wrecked her body she was middle size with a slightly protruding belly underneath her impressive rack that she tried to work off in the little gym dad built her on to the back of the house.

Pregnancy suited mom, at least visually. Her brunette waist length curls shone, her lightly freckled skin glowed, and her already sizable breasts doubled what seemed like overnight. Her bump wasted no time growing taught and bulbous and, by her sixthth month of pregnancy in August, she had a belly that already protruded two feet straight out and was beginning to challenge her balance.

But geriatric pregnancy, to put it bluntly, hurt. Adelaide grew quickly for a woman with a relatively modest build and, due to the sheer strain of the load, her hips and pelvis ached almost constantly and progressively worse starting in her third month and, by the last few weeks of her pregnancy, she was most comfortable reclined, hips elevated and spread to take some of the pressure off her aching pelvis. 

That's how I found mom when I went into her room to check on the progress of her packing and to tell her snow had started falling a little bit ago. She was wearing a gray sports bra that did little to contain her massive tits and a pair of blue flowly harem pants. Her bulbous belly, her deeply defined linea negra snaking down the front, was bare and, to my eyes, a lot redder and a little more swollen than I had ever seen it. Her back was arched, a look of pained concentration on her face, as she rubbed a spot on the bottom left of her belly. 

I got a little bit closer and realized she was moaning a little under her breath. I didn't realize at the time she was riding through a contraction or I might have encouraged her to call dad to come sooner. I just figured she was dealing with the hip pain that sometimes got so bad she cried that I decided she probably didn't care about the snow and went back to my room to finish packing my comics and unearthing from under the bed the Playboy I stole from by buddy Phil's alcoholic dad.

I don't know how long I spent packing but the next time I looked out my windows it was entirely white, the flakes so big and numerous I suddenly couldn't even see the 10 feet to the front gate. I rushed to the front door to fling it open and was surprised to find the snow already so high on the other side I couldn't get it open. A spark of fear shot through me and I immediate rushed back up the stairs.

I ran into mom's room and it was clear she'd fallen into a restless sleep. She was curled over her bump, her sweaty face screwed up in what could only be described as discomfort. She was still moaning under her breath.

“Mom, mom, wake up, there's a lot of snow. Dad needs to get here before they close the bridge.”

She startled awake, eyes wide, as she looked toward the window. She seemed to forget her heavily pregnant state as she jumped up to rush to it but was immediately felled by a contraction that ripped through her center and brought her to her knees. I could only watch as she fell to the floor and let out a primal wail that trailed off into agonized sobs as she clutched the offending bump.

She stared out the windows, crying, her face draining of color. I didn't know until later that was the moment she started to think she was going to die, killing my brother and leaving me alone with her corpse until dad could dig me out of the snow.

"Call your dad, Billy,” she stuttered, “I bet the bridge is already closed but tell him I'm in a bad way. I'm having strong pains and I don't think I can wait much longer. They may have to send a helicopter for us.”

She tried to smile at that last bit but she was already rubbing her belly vigorously and grunting through the start of another pain. I gave her one last worried look before running to the kitchen and grabbing the phone off the hook.

I was so distracted for a moment by the blizzard swirling out the window I didn't realize the phone didn't have a dial tone for at least 30 seconds. When I realized I threw it back on the hook and picked it back up hoping I had been wrong but I wasn't. The phone was dead, the snow outside was worse than I had ever seen it, and we were all alone. My mom let out a strangled cry from upstairs as if to punctuate the dire nature of our situation.

When I got back upstairs my mom had shed all of her clothing and was standing nude in all her preggo glory in front of the picture window in her room. The soft light from the snow made the stretchmarks crisscrossing her bulging belly appear purple and her long, thick nipples had flopped down the sides of her belly near her navel. Her 70’s bush was loud and proud, a thick black tuft protruding from between her full thighs.

“The phone isn't working,” I said, my voice trembling. I wondered if she was going to be scared but mom seemed like she'd been expecting it. She winced and nodded before motioning me to her side. She hugged me to her belly so that my cheeks and ear were pressed against one of her long squishy titties.

“Billy, I wish you didn't have to be here for this. I'm in labor and your little brother is starting to want out. It doesn't feel like I'm going to make it for dad or any help to come.”

I nodded, not really sure what that meant. I was about to ask when she went on.

"The baby has to come through here,” she said, leading me over to the bed and laying back on it before splaying her legs. She parted her the thick black pubes and opened her puffy lips to indicate her opening. I gaped at the show, unsure of exactly what she was telling me. 

“You brother's head has to go through that hole.” I opened my mouth incredulously and she gave a pained smile. “Yeah, it's going to hurt. A lot, when his head goes through. The pains I'm having right now are opening me up down there so he has enough room to come out.”

"Ouch,” was all I could think of to say, my eyes still fixed on the puffy pussy lips she never bothered to close. I didn't realize at the time they looked so plump and juicy because she was in the throes of active labor.

“I'm gonna hurt pretty bad over the next few hours while my body prepares to do that. Your going to hear me screaming a lot because your brother is technically bigger than my opening can take.”

"Is he gonna get stuck in you?” I didn't know why at the time but I distinctly remember my dick twitching as I imagined her screaming with a huge baby coming out of that magical hole she'd shown me.

She winced at the question, likely imagining something similar, rubbed the side of her belly, and took a deep breath. Her face screwed up and suddenly she was grabbing my hand. She put it on her hard stomach just in time for me to feel her muscles contracting like a vice. She yelped and arched back. I looked down at her snatch just in time to see a trickle of clear fluid come out of the hole she had shown me. 

The pain seem to last about 45 seconds and then she slumped down on the bed again. She smiled weakly at me.

"For now, you should ignore me. Labor can last a really long time and it's normal to yell a lot during it. I'm only really gonna be able to focus on getting through it. Can you entertain yourself and try not to worry too much yet?”

I nodded. I had big plans to play with my cock, which for whatever reason had chosen this weird time to be harder than I had ever felt it get, especially the longer I looked at mommy laid out hugely pregnant on the bed. I hoped she didn't notice it tenting my basketball shorts as I left but she was already back to rubbing the sore spot on the bottom of her bump.

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I didn't realize it until later but mom must have had a strong nesting drive as she labored because she spent the next few hours tidying up the house, slowly moving from room to room and doing small tasks. Every ten minutes or so she'd stop, lean over, and moan through a contraction. She cast dismayed glances out of every window she passed, noting the snow was now up over two feet.

She enlisted my help to put a huge, thick plastic covering over her bed. When I asked what it was for I didn't expect her to say “all the liquid that's going to gush out of me when I deliver” and I almost popped my load at the visual of mom laying with her legs spread in a pool of her own birth fluids.

As it got dark outside something seemed to shift in mom's labor. She went from needing to move to tackle her pain and anxiety to the only position that was comfortable for her being reclined on her back, her legs bent at the knees. Even between pains she whined about the searing shards slicing through her back and, ominously, shooting down her thighs every other pain.

"Oh God, the back labor is so bad,” she moaned, rubbing absently at her puffy pussy. “I feel like he's wedged against my spine and oh, fuck it huuuuuurts.”

I didn't know what any of that meant but she'd gone from ignoring me to seeming to crave my presence so I gently soothed her belly as the next contraction took hold.

I never imagined someone could scream so much but it was like mom couldn't stop after a certain point. When I looked alarmed she explained to me she was in something called transition and the pains were going to be constant until the baby was out. Mostly her vocalizations were long, nonsense moans in time with the pains but sometimes she'd scream to God for help. 

Once she screamed “oh God, don't let him break my pussy” and I almost nutted right there even through I was sitting near her head and she absolutely would have noticed.

I nursed a semi for most of it but once she started pushing I was hard as a rock. The way she'd throw her head back and screw up her face when she pushed – while spread naked with her wet and puffy pussy on display – was the hottest thing I'd ever seen and even though I was sorry mom was in pain I hoped it lasted so I could enjoy the best feeling my penis had ever experienced.

I felt bad about thinking that later after what came next for my poor mom. It took her two hours of hard pushing to get the baby to her entrance. She was exhausted by the time his head settled deep into her canal, stubbornly refusing to breech that magic little hole.

“He's stuck in my hips!! His body's stuck  in my hips, I feel like I'm being impaled!”

She was reduced to weak, pitiful sobs as she continued to push fruitlessly. Finally, embarrassed and crying, she asked if I would take a look at her vagina to see how big the head really was and if it was out at all.

I tried not to seem overeager when I agreed but, looking back, mom wasn't in any shape to notice much about me. The bowling ball in her hips had her on the edge of her ability to deal with the pain and she probably knew, instinctively on some level, that she and her baby were in grave danger.

Since she was already splayed all I had to do was climb on the bed between her legs. The first thing I noticed was I could see the outline of my brother's head low in my mom's pussy but her little hole still look closed, if bloody. The second thing I noticed was that my mom's asshole was three times its normal size due to the pressure of the baby. It was bloomed out to the size and shape of a rose and was a delightful pink shade. I trembled as I watched her clench her ass cheeks against the pain of an incoming contraction.

As she started screeching from the pain I took the opportunity to look more closely at my mom's genitals and saw the nub I'd just recently learned drives women wild standing at attention, clearly under strain from the size of my brother's head. The desire to lick it, to lick my mom's entire laboring pussy from her blown out asshole to that sweet little nub, the clitoris, surged through me and I licked my lips. 

She had stopped screaming and was looking down at me staring at her twat with an annoyed look on her face.

“Well, uh, I can see the shape of the head down here,” I reported back up to her.

She arched her head back, frustrated, and hit the bed with her hands. “I'm bulging but I can't crown!”

I didn’t even really know what that meant but it made my cock jump. I gave an involuntary shiver at the shock of arousal and tried not to groan out loud.

The next hour was a master class in sheer determination from my mother as she pushed with all she had to get the head out, and me as I tried not to move and accidentally create an embarrassing accident with any friction in my pants. I didn't really know how to help but I kept my spot down near her pussy, watching the progress and occasionally wiping away the poop liquid that squeezed out of my mom's ass when she pushed.

I will never forget the sound of her screaming “I'm crowning” as my brother's huge head finally emerged to the eyebrows. My eyes rolled back in my head for just a second when I saw her like that, a massive head protruding from her most private area, screaming about how bad it burned.

She lay there like that, the head stuck in exactly that position, for another half hour. She was pushing with all her might but getting weaker by the minute. She was visibly fading in and out of consciousness when she grabbed my arm.

“Billy, you are going to have to get this baby out of me or both me and your brother will die. I'm gonna try to help you but we need to do this before I pass out from the pain.”

I nodded, hoping I am keeping at least some of the terror from my face.

“You are going to need to get down there between my legs and hold each of them under my knees. You’re gonna push them as hard as you can, on my count, back toward my shoulders and try to pop the baby out.”

I wince and she sees the doubt written across my face.

“No matter how hard I scream or what I say keep holding me in that position until the head pops out. I'm not gonna make it much longer if we don't do this.”

I put my fears aside and take my position. I look into my mother's pain filled eyes and down at the grotesque sight between her legs and steel myself for what I am about to do to her. 

She smiles at me, calls me brave, and counts me down. “3, 2, you can do this, 1.”

I don't hesitate. I force her legs back with all of my might and am looking right into her eyes when I hear her pelvis audibly snap as the head blows through her tissues and gets lodged in her entrance at the shoulders.

“My pussy just broke! My clitoris, you ripped off my clitoris. My ass ripped, oh my God. My clitoris!”

I wasn't even hard when I pushed her legs back. The seriousness of the situation and her mentioning death was kind of a boner killer. But visibly seeing her nub get ripped by the head and hearing her scream about it was the hottest thing ever in all of my life and I go from soft to hard as a rock to a screaming, bucking orgasm in a matter of ten seconds.

I’m humping the air, I'm sure my face is screwed up, and I've got so much jizz in my boxers I am sure it's about to spill onto the fabric of my basketball shorts but mom is in utter agony, having a seizure of sorts of her own from the pain of having her pelvis broken and her pussy obliterated by her son's massive head.

She's barely able to speak but she gestures to the baby and I know what I have to do. 

“I am so sorry, mom,” I say before I grab my brother's body and tug it out of her badly injured pelvis in one sharp motion. I see her eyes cross as the pain hits her and hear another ominous crack followed by the most agonized sound I have ever heard from a human mouth just before I am splashed in the face by a massive gush of birth fluids as my brother pops out.

I am dazed for a second, 30 seconds post the best orgasm of my life, looking at the bloody gaping hole that used to be my mother's pussy. She is gushing, more fluid than I ever thought possible, and I'm improbably hard as a rock again as some of it hits my face. I stick my tongue out to get a taste of my mother's amniotic fluids and groan as I watch a huge clot squelch out of her gaped pussy.

I look up at her and she is unconcious, her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth open. I can see her still bulbous but slight deflated belly moving so I know she is breathing and I figure it's probably better for her to be asleep and not feeling how badly she's ripped down there.

I look down at my hands at my brother, who is huge, covered in something nasty, and screaming his lungs out. I've seen in the movies they usually put the baby on the mom's breast so I lifted one of mom's huge, milked filled titties and put his mouth near the long brown nipple. Shockingly, he latches and shuts up but mom never stirs. 

I dare leave them for a moment to run downstairs, grab extra blankets, and check the phone. It's still got no dial tone but the snow seems to have stopped so I say a quick prayer the phone starts working. I know my mom is badly hurt and I don't want her to die.

By the time I get back upstairs I've tamped down my erection with thoughts of my mom's death but, oddly, as soon as I see her splayed out in the puddle of fluids on the plastic, a baby hanging from her tit, and her belly deflated above the gore between her legs, I'm uncomfortably hard again.

I'm starting to notice how cold and wet it is in my boxers and I figure, since it's best she's asleep and we just have to wait for someone to come help us, it wouldn't hurt anything to do some exploring. I take off my shorts, my underwear, and grip my cock in my hand as I move over to mom to get a better look.

I'm curious if I really saw what I thought I did, which was mom's clitoris being ripped in half when I pulled my brother's head out. I open her pussy by pulling back her thick pubic hair and am greeted by what can only be described as a wound between her legs. She is visibly bruised and I can confirm her nub is hanging by a thread of skin. It looks like she might not even have two holes, anymore, either as the birth hole is split right into the poop hole.

I should be disgusted but I have to once again push down the desire to lick her clean of the blood and fluids. I chastise myself for being a horrible person when the thought of sinking my length into her injured slit runs through my head and makes my cock jump. I hiss at the arousal that pools low in my belly.

Instead I look up and realize my brother has drifted off to sleep and my mom's nipple has fallen out of his mouth. It gives me an idea so I stand, carefully pick him up, and tuck him into the bassinet mom had prepared earlier. 

I turn back toward my mom’s unconcious body and stroke her face, saying her name a few times, but she doesn't stir. Her breathing seems ok so I move on the squeezing the nipple my brother hadn't used but, again, she didn't even flinch.

I took that as my sign to give into temptation and shove that long nipple in my mouth, taking a long, satisfied, suck before letting myself lap at it as greedily as I wanted.

Whether I was milk drunk or just so fucking turned on I wasn't using my brain but I suddenly realized my mom was moaning. I looked up, nipple still in my mouth, expecting her horrified eyes to meet mine but they were still closed. I felt a movement down below and realized she seemed to be pawing at her belly in her sleep, like it was starting to hurt again.

I pulled back, looking at her struggle a moment more, and remembered she had told me in her final moments of consciousness that she would pass something called the afterbirth. She said her uterus would continue to contract until a big bag of what looked like blood came out of her. 

I looked at her belly and could actually see it moving. She moaned when it did so I figured those must be the contractions but she didn't show any other sign of really being awake. I said her name a few times, and slapped her cheeks. Nothing but the moans.

I knew what I was about to do was wrong but I also knew instinctively it would be a very long time before I got another chance for this perfect of a nut. I vowed I'd cum one more time and then go back to being a good son, clean her up and go check the phone again.

Mom had the hottest, deepest innie I have to this day ever seen on a preggo. At least 3 inches deep, purple, it looked more and more like an injury and less like a belly button every month and dad made fun of her about it. 

I had been riveted by the sight of it throughout her pregnancy but I didn't really know why. Standing here, hard and licking my lips as I watch her suffer through the afterbirth pains, I understand having a birth fetish is what's been missing from my understanding of my sexuality my whole life.

She's moaning louder now and I move, not wanting to miss my chance or lose my nerve. I straddle my mom's pregnant belly, my face away from her since I can't look at her while I do this, and let more of my weight than I probably should have rest on her straining belly. She let out a cry when I tried an experimental thrust into her belly button but still didn't show any other indications of consciousness. 

I moan along to her cries while I let go, slamming into her belly button hole as hard as I can, letting out a loud moan every time I hit the back of it. I can feel her uterus punching her internally as I jack myself into a frenzy on her hard, roiling belly. Her fat bloody pussy squelches with the thrusts until I finally see something large and maroon peek out of her entrance. I lose my mind for a minute, thrusting so hard her naked feet are bouncing 6 inches into the air every time I pound into her.

I didn't know it at the time but I could have killed her fucking out her placenta since she had a badly broken pelvis. All I knew then was how hot it was when the placenta breached her entrance and she screamed “my tears burn, oh God, my asshole my asshole MY CLITORIS!”

I blew my load, fucking so hard into her belly button hole as I spewed that I could hear the bed creaking. I was just coming down when I heard the unmistakable sound of a door opening up downstairs and my dad's panicked voice floating up the stairs. 

I have a sudden vision of him coming into the room while I have my dick in mom’s belly button hole, lazily circling the cum around in it, while she's unconcious with a placenta half way out of her. He would murder me.

I jump up, get dressed, and roughly rub my cum out of my mom's belly button with a towel. She moans at the jostling of her surely aching belly and I make a split second decision to leave the placenta hanging out of her since it's hot and seeing someone else take it out will probably be even hotter.

By the time my dad gets up the stairs I am sitting fully clothed, soft, and wide eyed by my mom's side, a scared boy who behaved like a hero for his mom and brother.

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Mom made it through. A helicopter came shortly after dad got there and rushed them both to the hospital in the big city on the mainland. The medic pulled her placenta out before putting her on the stretcher and she moaned about it burning her tears again. They thought I had to leave the room because I was too upset but it was really that my traitorous cock was stirring again.

I later learned she had a tear through her anal sphincter and her clitoris had to be reattached. She also had to be fitted with a pelvic fixator to begin the long, slow process of healing her broken pelvis. My brother weighed in at 24 lbs and everyone said I had saved her life, even though my actions led to her heinous injuries.

My family worried about me since I spent so much time in my room after the birth. They thought I was traumatized but I was frankly so fucking turned on for weeks after that I was embarrassingly hard a lot of the time. I even busted a boner when they took me to visit her in the hospital and she was in stirrups to facilitate the healing of her broken pelvis.

I came down one day while mom was laid flat on her inflatable donut on the couch talking to her friend Maurine. She still wouldn't be able to walk for weeks. I overheard them talking about the birth and paused to listen at the top of the stairs.

“One weird thing they couldn't figure out is why my belly button was so bruised and sore. It felt like someone jammed something hard in there over and over again! They never could decide what happened.”