When I was about 18 years old, my mother got pregnant with my little sister and we moved to my grandmother's place. We used to live in an apartment before, but with the addition of a new member to our family, my father decided to build ourselves a new house in the suburbs. So, my mother and I moved to my grandmother's while my father was away, busy with the construction. Things had not been going very well between my mother and my father; they had been sleeping in separate rooms for quite a long time.
I would take my daughter to this playground on the weekend and let her run around and play with the other kids in the neighborhood. Naturally, there were always plenty of other parents and kids there too, so I fit right in. I was always the "cool dad" since it was mostly moms and nannies there. I got friendly with a woman named Maddie. She brought her son to the park, and she was also pregnant again.
Chapter 1 The sound of the clacking wheels of the train droned on and on with only the squealing brakes interrupting the ceaseless noise as we slowed for every whistle stop and tiny town. It was a long and arduous trip from State University to my home in upstate New York … five hundred and fifty one miles to be exact. Fortunately, I only had to endure the trip several times during the school year. Of course, driving would have been more convenient, but State University doesn't allow freshman to have cars on campus. It seemed a silly rule, but there was nothing I could do about it; all freshmen suffer the same inconvenience. Besides, I'm not entirely sure my old Ford would have made the trip anyway. I tried to sleep, but when I dozed off, thoughts of my mother invaded my dreams. That wasn't unusual because, like many young men with a gorgeous mother, she was in my dreams rather frequently, especially since I had graduated high school and moved on to college. I missed her as my wonderful mother, but in truth my dreams were not always pure, to say the least.
Note: I wrote this story as a kind of challenge, a pregnant incest story from the point of view of the mother. Hope you enjoy it! Edited by: Pope Moaned for the sheer pleasure of a hot shower in late fall, but I couldn't deny the fact that my entire body was primed for any sort of pleasurable contact. Sensual was nice, but sexual would have been better. Much better. Now I felt the hot water rushing all over my back, drawing shivers of contentment as it coursed all the way to my toes. When I moved backwards and felt the water overflowing around my neck and down over my breasts, the shivers were of a slightly different nature. I grinned as the water now rolled over my face as well and grabbed both my breasts. They felt so different, almost alien.