September's Catalysts

"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.

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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.

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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.