Preparing for Pregnancy

I pressed my eye even tighter against the keyhole, my heart pounding in my throat. Jeremy had by now completely emptied the large wedding box and was continuing to rummage through the depths of the closet. Suddenly, he pulled out a thick, brown envelope—old, slightly yellowed, with my mother’s scrawled handwriting on it.

He turned it over in his hands with relish, grinned widely, and tore it open. Large, high-resolution photo prints—professionally developed, at least A4 size—slipped into his fingers.

“Pregnancy…,” he read aloud, slowly, as if savoring the title of a porn magazine. His voice dripped with schadenfreude. “This is going to be exciting.”

He sat down right in front of the door, the photos fanned out in his hand, and began to describe them one by one, loudly and in detail—so clearly that every dirty word felt like a knife piercing my stomach.

“First photo… fuck, yeah. Your mommy is lying flat on her back on the marital bed, legs spread wide and stretched high into the air, almost up to her ears. Her plump 32E tits have slid heavily to the side, the dark nipples stiff and shiny. Her clean-shaven pussy is completely open—the labia thickly swollen and pulled apart. Thick, white cum oozes out of her cunt in long, sticky strands, runs over her perineum, and drips into her ass crack. A really massive creampie, so much that it’s already forming a small puddle on the sheet. Her face is totally relaxed, eyes half-closed, a satisfied smile at the corner of her mouth. She’s held her legs up extra high so nothing leaks out… a typical pregnancy trick.”

I pressed my eye so hard against the keyhole that it hurt. My fists were clenched, my nails digging into my palms until they bled. Rage boiled up inside me like acid—hot, burning, helpless. That’s my mother, you damn pig! My perfect, elegant, chaste mother! And I couldn’t do a thing. I was sitting here in this cramped, dark storage room, locked up like an animal.

He chuckled softly and flipped the page.

“Loser… this here… this is the jackpot. Your mommy didn’t just let herself get fucked. She let herself get properly pumped full so you could be conceived. Look at this… four huge, juicy creampies, just for the baby-making phase.”

“Second photo… even hotter. She’s on all fours, ass sticking up like a bitch in heat, upper body flat on the bed. Her huge tits hang heavily down, nipples almost touching the sheet. Her pussy gapes wide open, the inner lips glowing pink and shiny. Huge amounts of cum are flowing out in thick streams—it drips down from her clit in long strands, collects between her thighs, and continues to run over her swollen labia. You can even see her cunt twitching slightly and squeezing out more. Her asshole is also slightly open, as if she’d just been fucked really deep…”

I felt sick. Stop it! This is private! This is the moment I was conceived… and you’re turning it into your porn! Anger choked me. I wanted to scream, kick the door in, beat him up—but I was helpless. Just a small, weak loser who had to watch as my old tormentor dishonored my mother. Every word he spoke was like a knife in my chest.

My cock throbbed painfully as I watched helplessly.

“Third photo… holy shit. She’s sitting with her legs spread wide on the edge of the bed, feet on the floor, hands braced behind her. Her flat stomach is slightly tense, her full breasts proudly thrust forward. Her pussy is pointed straight at the camera—totally swollen and red. Thick, creamy cum oozes out in big bubbles, runs over her outer labia, and drips in long strands onto the floor. A really juicy, overflowing creampie, so much that it’s already running down her thighs. She looks straight into the camera, bites her lower lip, and has one hand resting on her stomach—as if she already wants to massage the cum into her womb.”

My heart was racing. Despair was eating me up. I hate you. I hate you so much. And yet my cock throbbed with every one of his filthy comments. I hated myself for it. Why does this turn me on? That’s my mother!

Jeremy moaned louder, jerked off faster, pressing his wet cockhead against the cum-soaked silk handkerchief from the wedding chest. “…look at that amount. Your mother was a cum dumpster. Legs up, ass up, pussy full—the main thing is that the cum stays inside and makes a baby

Jeremy was breathing heavier, his voice growing deeper.

“Fourth photo… the craziest one. She’s lying on her side, one leg pulled up, almost in the fetal position, but with her thighs spread wide. Her tits are so big and heavy that they take up almost half the picture. Her pussy is completely fucked out—the labia hang slightly apart, and a veritable stream of thick, white cum is flowing out. It runs in a wide stream down her thigh, dripping onto the sheet and forming a large, shiny puddle. You can even see a few air bubbles popping in the cum. Her face is turned to the side, mouth slightly open, as if she’s still moaning softly.”

I bit my lip until it bled. Tears ran down my cheeks. Please… stop. Leave her alone. She’s all I have. But he didn’t stop. He kept desecrating her, photo by photo, and I had to watch. Helpless. Horny. Angry. ****.

Jeremy put the photos away and laughed lewdly, deep from his gut.

He knocked mockingly on the door.

“Seven more hours, loser. I’ve got her wedding deflowering now, her hot masturbation photos, her cum-soaked stockings… and now proof photos of how she let herself get properly creampied to get you. Do you want me to keep looking?”