Geburt

Jeremy was breathing heavily.

“Ninth month. The end of the pregnancy, loser. Your mother is now a walking, heavily pregnant masturbation object—about to burst.”

“Her belly is huge, bulging, hard, and hanging low, the skin taut, stretch marks everywhere. Her tits are gigantic—46L, so heavy and full they almost reach her belly, swollen with milk, veins thick and blue. Her nipples are huge, dark brown, long and thick, constantly hard and dripping milk in little streams. Her ass is enormous, the cheeks thick and soft. Her pussy is totally bloated, dark pink, labia thick and glistening with wetness, clit swollen and huge. Asshole slightly open, as if she’s ready all the time.”

Close-ups: “Tits—milk is really flowing out. Belly—you can see she’s about to come. Pussy and ass—everything’s wet, swollen, and inviting.”

Sex scene: “She’s sitting on top of him, riding him slowly and deeply, her huge, swollen belly between them, her monstrous tits bouncing and squirting milk with every thrust. Her face is totally contorted with lust—eyes half-closed, mouth wide open, tongue out. She was nine months pregnant with you and still let herself get fucked hard every month like a bitch in heat.”

Jeremy pressed his wet cockhead right onto the last photo—right onto my mother’s dripping, pregnant pussy in her ninth month.

“Nine months, loser… she carried you inside her for nine months, got fatter and hornier and still let herself get pumped full every single month. And now I have it all. I’m holding the photos right now where you were conceived and grew… while she was getting fucked like a pregnant slut,

Jeremy slowly flipped to the very last photo in the stack. His breathing grew heavier, hornier.

“Oh… fuck… this… this is absolutely delicious,” he murmured, first quietly, then louder so I could hear every word. He held the photo up, right in front of the keyhole, as if to show me just how much he was enjoying it.

“Look at this, loser. This is the moment of your birth. Your perfect, chaste Japanese mommy is lying on the delivery table, legs spread wide and strapped into those metal stirrups. Her huge, bulging baby bump is still there, but now… now your little head is already peeking out. Your skull is pushing its way out of her totally swollen, dark red cunt—her labia are stretched to the limit, glistening with mucus and blood. You can see exactly how her pussy is straining around your head, as if it’s about to tear. And underneath… her asshole is completely open, stretched wide, pink and twitching, as if she’d just been pushing for hours.”

He suddenly burst out laughing—a dirty, barking laugh that echoed through the entire apartment.

“Now I know why you’re nuts, you little spastic! Your daddy dented your head with his thick cock while he was fucking her for nine months! Look at her face—pure rage in her eyes, squinted shut in pain, sweat everywhere, mouth wide open as if she’s screaming. She just spent her whole life spreading her legs for your father… and now the proof is coming out that you’re just a product of her well-fucked pussy.”

He laughed even louder, so loud that the door vibrated slightly. I wanted to die. Stop… this is the moment I came into the world… and he’s making a joke about my head and Dad’s dick…

Jeremy suddenly paused. His laughter cut off.

“Wait… this doesn’t have the same quality as the other pictures. They’re all high-resolution, professional… but this looks like someone snapped it with a camera. Almost… like it’s a screenshot from a video.”

He hesitated for a brief moment, then bent down and slowly, relishingly slid the photo under the door crack. It slid right in front of my knees—the image of my own birth, sharp enough that I could see every detail: Mom’s wide-open cunt with my head wedged between her legs, her gaping asshole, the pure pain and helpless rage in her eyes.

Then I heard his footsteps. He just walked away. The floorboards creaked as he disappeared toward the bedroom or living room. The door to the storage room remained locked.

I was alone.

Alone with the image of my birth in my trembling hands. Alone with the knowledge that Jeremy now had it all—the pregnancy, the deflowering, the creampies, and now this. My cock was still throbbing hard. My cheeks burned with shame. Despair tightened around my throat.

What is he doing now? Is he coming back soon?