The two mothers returned home, or at least materialized within a pocket dimension of their own creation.
A tropical island, an ultra-luxury villa, decorated with fine marble, paintings, and statues of themselves, equipped with a spa, sports fields, and refined servants.
All of this hadn't existed until a few moments before, but it was important that the babies were born in a safe and welcoming place.
In fact, the two mothers' bellies were distended, now they seemed to be in the final stages of pregnancy, yet their bodies were light as feathers and graceful as cats.
And not only that, the whole **** thing had made them excited and eager to cuddle each other.
Mom1 placed her hand on Mama2's swollen belly.
Mom1: I don't know why, but seeing you like this turns me on so much.
Mom2 did the same, placing her hand on Mama1's belly.
Mom2: Just the thought of a life sprouting inside you, my daughter's life, God, it's making me feel warm, shall we have sex?
Mom1: Oh, of course! It's not that we're fragile like normal women.
The two of them pressed their bellies together.
Each of them could feel their hearts racing with excitement and at the same time feel the calmer beat of their babies in their wombs.
Mom1: It almost feels wrong, you know, like we're doing it in front of them.
Mom2: But in the end, it's just love, right? And there's nothing wrong with love.
The two mothers leaned toward each other, kissing.
The kiss began softly and then became more intense.
The two mothers held each other, pressing together.
Obviously, there was no discomfort for the baby in her womb; it was as if the womb was surrounded by an invisible barrier that prevented the girls from being crushed.
The mothers speculatively grabbed each other's hips and squeezed them with gusto. A double bed suddenly appeared beside them, and, arm in arm, they led each other onto it.
They slowly lay down on the bed and positioned themselves in a 69, feeling their swollen bellies pressed against their breasts, hearing their babies' heartbeats echoing, unable to reach the clone wife's pussy with their mouths, but still within reach of their hands.
They began to touch each other slowly, speeding up more and more.
With the freedom to control their bodies, their pussies reacted as if they weren't pregnant, becoming wet and aroused with pleasure.
But the touch wasn't enough, so they conjured vibrators in their hands and inserted them into each other.
They began to moan uncontrollably as the vibrators did their job and the two trembling mothers came, releasing their juices and then something else, their waters suddenly breaking.
Apparently, all those emotional solicitations had had an indirect effect on the babies inside them; the moment of birth had come suddenly.
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