Heavily pregnant but still horny

Jeremy kept flipping through the pages, his voice deep and smug.

“Month two, loser. Look how your mommy’s already blooming like a ripe peach.”

He held up the first photo. “Her belly’s really starting to show now—small but clearly rounded, right where you’re growing inside. Her tits have already gone up a whole cup size, heavy and plump, the skin stretching slightly. Her nipples are darker, thicker, really fat and stiff, as if they’re about to drip milk any moment. Her hips are wider, her ass rounder and juicier. And her pussy… fuck, it’s already totally swollen and shiny again, the labia thicker than before. “

Then the close-ups. “Breasts from the side—they’re already hanging heavier, the veins shimmering blue through them. Belly from the front—you can see the little navel, pushing out slightly. Ass and pussy… her pussy is wet, the clit sticking out thick. Asshole slightly open, as if she’s been horny the whole time.”

And then the sex scene at the end of the set. “She’s lying on her back, legs spread wide and held high, your father fucking her deep and slow. Her little baby belly bulges between them, her huge tits bouncing with every thrust. She’s thrown her head back, mouth open, and her pussy sucks his cock in, as if she wants even more cum for you.”

I shivered. That was when I was inside her… and he’s describing it as if he’s the one impregnating her.

Jeremy laughed lewdly and flipped the page.

“Month three. Now things are really getting round, loser.”

“Month eight. Now things are really getting round, loser.”

“Her belly is already really nice and round, firm and shiny. Her tits have exploded—at least a 34F now, heavy as melons, hanging low and full. Nipples are huge, dark brown, really thick and long, with little areolas around them. Her ass is wider, the cheeks plump and soft. Pussy totally pumped up, labia thick and shiny, clit swollen like a little berry.”

Close-ups: “Tits from below—so heavy they fall to the side. Belly with your little footprint almost visible. Ass and pussy—her pussy is really dripping, asshole twitching slightly.”

Sex scene: “She’s on all fours, ass sticking up, your father taking her from behind. Her thick baby belly hangs heavy, her monstrous tits swinging like pendulums. She’s moaning, you can see it clearly—her pussy clamping down on his cock while you’re inside her.”

The humiliation burned like fire. I was inside her belly while she let herself be fucked like that… and now Jeremy holds the evidence in his hand. I pressed my face so hard against the door that the keyhole dug deep into my skin, as if it wanted to mark me forever. Tears streamed endlessly down my cheeks, hot and salty, mixing with the sweat of pure despair. This is too much… this is just too much. My own mother—the woman who had carried me in her womb for nine months, who had comforted me at night when the world was too big for me—was being defiled, desecrated, broken, month after month. And I stood here, behind this damn door, helpless, useless, a coward who could do nothing but watch.

Jeremy held the photos in his filthy fingers, slowly stroking his hard, gleaming cock and describing every detail in that disgusting, lecherous voice—how her eyes broke, how her body arched. Every word he spoke pierced my chest like a knife. I wanted to die. I wanted to kill him, rip his throat open, drown the photos in his own blood. How dare he? How dare *she*? The woman I had loved more than anything in the world, who had been untouchable to me… now she was nothing but flesh in his hands.

And yet—God, the thought alone made me sick—my own cock throbbed painfully hard against my pants, so hard it hurt, as if it were mocking me. I hated myself for it. I hated this treacherous body that reacted to the horror as if it were the most beautiful thing it had ever seen. Was I just as depraved as Jeremy? Was that the real reason I didn’t intervene? Because a part of me, deep down, a sick, forbidden part, *enjoyed* it? The shame burned hotter than the anger, eating through my guts, while at the same time the arousal flooded through me in waves. I wanted to save her. I wanted to possess her. I wanted to scream and at the same time tear open the door and join them.

I couldn’t do any of it. I was trapped in this storm of love and hate, disgust and lust, loyalty and betrayal. My mother was no longer my mother—and yet she was all I’d ever had. And me? I was nothing but a trembling wreck, watching through a keyhole as everything I’d ever believed in crumbled away.