Visiting Burnished Biblios

“The silver one really doesn’t compare, does it?” the brunette asked once they'd left the pawn shop. Accompanying her inquiry were Hazels hands, both raised before her in order to showcase her new purchase. Each sported one of the pawned rings.

“It really doesn’t” confirmed her friend as she walked next to her. She too was admiring the two rings. The gold one shined brightly while its silver twin almost seemed lifeless in comparison.

“You gonna let me wear the gold one?” She asked as the two continued making their way through the outlet.

“Obviously” Hazel denoted with a roll of her eyes. “You paid for most of it, after all.”

Satisfied, Vickie took over in leading the way as she dragged Hazel from storefront to storefront, marching further and deeper into a sea of retail. Enraptured as she was with her rings, Hazel was content in following along, not paying attention to the passing stores.

That is, until something familiar caught her eye.

Burnished Biblios.

Her favorite used book store.

Grinning like a five year old, she pointed at the storefront, nearly jumping to the balls of her feet.

“Hey Vick, I’m just gonna run to the used bookstore real quick. You want something?”

Vickie spun around to glance at her friend, following the extended finger across the street to the large building beyond. “Isn’t that the bookstore with the old man who pervs on women?”

The ringed-girl nodded, unsure why that mattered.

Her friend made a face at the response. “No thanks, I’m good.” Her eyes then glazed over to the attached coffee shop. “Actually, get me a latte when you done, would you?”

Hazel rolled her eyes, unsurprised. “Yeah, yeah, sure. You’ll owe me though.”

“I just paid for your rings.” She said, matter-of-factly.

In the resulting silence as she walked away, Hazel could sense as much as feel her friend’s coy grin. “Love you too!” Vickie quickly added.

Leaving her friend to her wandering, Hazel made sure it was safe before crossing the street to Burnished Biblios. The girl loved this store for the same reason she loved pawn shops: antiquity. You never knew what kind of hidden treasures one could uncover in stores like this.

She reached the front door at the same time as someone else - an older blonde women who seemed to be in her early thirties and very much pregnant.

“Thank you dear” the mother-to-be mumbled as Hazel held the door for her, following close behind and entering the establishment. The bell jingled as the woman disappeared beyond the selves and Hazel stood admiring the store’s contents, taking in the smell of used books and paper.

“Welcome to Bunished Biblios!” An older gentleman greeted her from behind the cash, eyes following both Hazel and the pregnant stranger. The glint in his eyes as he did made it no secret that this was who Vickie had been referring too.

He pointed up to the woman who’d entered before Hazel, although he was addressing himself to the younger girl. “Is that your mother?” he asked.

Hazel had to follow his finger to realize whom he’d been talking about. She nodded, suppressing a sigh. While she didn't approve, she couldn't fault him for the question; Sheela did not look like a women who'd have an eighteen year old daughter. When Sheela had given birth to Hazel, the woman had been really young. It was part of the reason why she’d waited until Hazel was in her last years of highschool before trying for a second.

Deciding his inquiry didn’t warrant a reply, she was about to ignore the old man and follow her mother when he asked something else. “Isn’t there something just so arousing about pregnancy?”

Shocked by his brashness, Hazel nearly tripped over her own two feet, catching herself on a nearby bookshelf which, while preventing her fall, nearly toppled over. Ignoring the old pervert and running after her mom, Hazel blushed a deep crimson at the truth that echoed from his question.

She’d never be able to deny the fact that her mother’s situation was deeply arousing. Lately, when Hazel masturbated, it was to the fantasy of having a large belly of her own, her tits nearly doubling in size as her areolas browned and nipples leaked. It didn’t help that there was a plethora of pregnancy porn online; so much so that Hazel’s collection was vast even before her mom gave her the news.

News which, once spread throughout school, took like wildfire. Suddenly Hazel had been at the butt of every “Your Mom” joke in existence. Some of her classmates even tried to sneak peaks of her mother whenever she was picked up from school, no doubt so that they’d have fapping material. Hazel couldn’t really blame them, considering she was also getting off to fantasies involving her mother.

When she eventually caught up to her mother, Hazel only had moderate success at suppressing those thoughts.