Literotic asexstories – My Mom is Pregnant by my Bully by BiancaBreedlove,BiancaBreedlove This is another one I authored and edited. It’s about a teen (everyone is 18 or older) whose bully impregnates his mother. Mom verbally humiliates her son and puts him in chastity. If scenarios like this make you angry, please don’t read this story.
1
I overheard my nympho Mom flirting on the phone with somebody named Nick. When I asked her if she was seeing the Nick I knew from class, she stuck her nose up in the air a little and said, “Not that it’s any of your business, but yes, I am.”
“He’s still living at home, Mom.”
“He turned eighteen, that makes him an adult.”
“He’s eighteen and you’re thirty-nine.”
“So? Who are we hurting? Nobody.”
“Mom, do you realize he’s bullied me and made my life hell for years?”
“Oh, come on, Jeremy. You know how some young men are. Stop taking things so seriously. He’s just trying to get you to be a regular guy.”
I didn’t say anything else. It wouldn’t have done any good. But the weird thing was, I kept thinking about Mom being with Nick and later I got so horny I had to go rub one out. Somehow, I was sure that Mom knew. After that day, she invited Nick over whenever she wanted, no longer hiding her latest lover from me.
One evening they were pawing each other on the living room sofa. Nick was in jeans and a wifebeater shirt, showing off his muscled torso, and Mom was in a white thong bikini and heels because Nick loved it when she wore that. I went to my room to do my homework, and Nick’s homework too, on his orders. He told me not to tell anybody or he’d kick my ass the next day at school.
Every time I’d get a good start on homework, Nick or Mom would call me into the living room to bring them something from the kitchen or to clear the coffee table or some other menial task.
On the third or fourth time Mom called me in, she said, “Jeremy, honey, could you bring us some wine.”
I just stood there for a second watching her and Nick. She was French kissing him, kneeling astride his lap, her back to me. My eyes drifted toward her ass. Even though she was my mom, her legs and ass were well-toned, tanned, and gorgeous — the thong she was wearing showed pretty much everything. I could feel my cock trying to burst through my pants.
I must have stared a little too long, because Nick said, “What’s the matter, kid, haven’t you ever seen two people making out before?”
Nick always called me kid, even though I was three months older than he was.
Mom turned around and asked me where the wine was.
Before I could answer, Nick said, “He didn’t go get it yet. He was just standing there staring at your ass, Eve.”
Mom giggled and she said, “Naughty, naughty, Jeremy.”
“Yeah, he’s naughty alright. He’s a perv. He’s still gonna be jackin’ off when he’s ninety.”
“Oh, he’ll be fine, Nick. He just doesn’t know how to handle girls yet.”
“Doesn’t know how to handle ’em? He’s got nothing to handle ’em with, and he knows it! I’ve seen this kid in the showers. A girl would need tweezers and a magnifying glass just to find his cock. He probably thought he had three hairs until he peed out of one.”
“You’re terrible, Nick!” Mom said, trying to stifle her laughter.
“Just tellin’ the truth baby, just tellin’ the truth.”
“I’ll get the wine,” I muttered and hurried to the kitchen.
I was mad, but I felt my erection throbbing even harder. I hated the fact that I was turned on by this. I brought them the wine and then Nick told me they wouldn’t be needing me anymore and to make sure I finished ALL my homework.
I wasn’t in my room ten minutes before I could hear Mom start to breath heavy, then coo and whine, then moan, and then she let out a desperate, open-throated yell. She noticed she was getting loud, and I could hear her say something about how they needed to keep quiet, although she was the only one making any noise.
I couldn’t resist sneaking to the end of the hallway and taking a peek. Nick was on top of her, pounding her pussy hard while she clawed his back and closed her legs around his waist. He was buff and tall, and my petite mom looked like a little blonde koala wrapped around a huge tree limb. He started pumping faster and Mom opened her legs and held them straight up.
“Don’t forget to pull out this time!” she said.
Nick pushed in as far as he could and froze. I could only imagine how much sperm he was shooting into my mother.
She whimpered, “No, Nooooooo……… You always do that, you bastard. You’re going to get me pregnant if you don’t stop that.”
She wasn’t too angry though. She was more than happy to let him rest on top of her as she ran a lazy finger through his hair.
It was only as I watched my satiated mom smile at her spent lover that I noticed I’d shot my load too. Not like a man, but like a boy — all over my hand. I snuck back to my room as quietly as I could.
Much later that night after Nick went home, I finally finished his homework and mine. I headed to take a shower before bed. When I finished, I put a towel around me and walked out of the bathroom. I turned around and Mom was standing right in front of me, with a glass of wine in her hand and wearing a sheer white robe that was barely long enough to cover her pussy.
Slurring her words slightly, she said, “Jeremy, you don’t seem to have a problem prying into my business or asking personal questions, so I’m gonna do the same. I just want to know, just curious. Is Nick telling the truth about you, I mean about your size?”
“Mom, Jesus, what do you want me to say?”
“Just tell me, that’s all. Is he right?”
I still don’t know why I did what I did, but I walked over to the hall light and flipped it on. I dropped my towel.
After staring at my cock for a second, my mother burst out laughing.
She put her hand over her mouth and said, “I’m sorry, Jeremy….but….my god…. it’s really small, isn’t it. It’s not much bigger than when you were a toddler!”
She kept trying not to laugh, but she wasn’t very successful.
I was embarrassed as I could be, yet once again I could feel myself getting a full erection.
“Oh, it can actually grow a little bit, I see. Nick’s right, honey – you are a perv,” Mom said, still snickering.
Taking a chance and admitting it, I said, “Yeah, I guess I am. Maybe you ought to put me in a chastity belt.”
“Whoa, a chastity belt. Now, I’ve heard of those. They make them for guys. Ha, maybe you do need one at that!”
“Goodnight Mom.”
I went into my room and jacked off again.
2
The end of senior year came and I graduated with highest honors. Nick graduated too, but just barely. He wouldn’t have if I hadn’t been doing his homework and helping him study. I kept living at home but took a summer job right away, planning to add the income to my college trust fund my grandpa set up for me. I’d need it when fall rolled around.
Nick didn’t bother looking for work. He lived off his parents, and increasingly off my mom. She worked hard and it bugged me that she “loaned” money to him, but it wasn’t my business. He kept coming over and spending time here, not forgetting to order me around and humiliate me as he had his way with my nympho mom. When I came home from work I spent as much time in my room as possible to avoid him.
One day that summer, when Mom and I were alone in the house, I heard her squeal and say, “OH MY GOD.”
I hurried in and there she was, with her left hand over her mouth, smiling, but at the same time on the verge of tears.
I said, “What’s wrong?”
It was only then that I noticed the test stick in her hand.
“I’m pregnant, Jeremy!”
She was obviously happy, but trying to pretend she was shocked for my benefit.
“I just don’t know how this could have happened; I’m always really careful.”
“I know Mom,” I said, keeping my doubts to myself.
Still trying to hide her joy, Mom rambled on. “No more wine for me, and I’m going to start eating healthier too! I’m glad I’m already fit — and by the way, I’m going to need to re-up my gym membership as well as buy a few things for our little addition to the family. It’s never to soon to start stocking up. Anyway, it’ll all work out for the best, Jeremy. I’ll wait until the doc confirms my pregnancy before I tell anybody, including Nick. He might be a little surprised at first, but he’ll be glad later on. I know him. He just has a little growing up to do, that’s all.”
“Yeah,” I said.
I went into the living room and plopped down in front of the TV. My god, I thought, what was she thinking?
The night after Mom’s pregnancy was confirmed, she invited Nick over. Once again I peeked in and saw Nick and Mom making love. Once again my bully came hard inside her, and once again I jacked off. Not long after that they started arguing. She’d told him she was pregnant, and boy, was his reaction bad. He called her a stupid cunt and stormed out. She broke down and headed off to her bedroom.
After a few minutes I cracked the door of her room and asked if she was all right.
She dried her eyes and said, “I’m fine. Thanks for checking, but it’s time you were in bed, Jeremy.”
I shut her door and went to bed.
A few days later I heard that Nick left town. I guess mom heard the same thing, because she became moody and irritable. She was angry one minute, crying the next. I could understand why, but I decided it was best to keep my mouth shut.
Once she got past the anger, Mom finally started to lighten up and focus on getting ready for “our little addition to the family.” We have only a two bedroom home, so I wasn’t too surprised when she put a crib in the corner of my room and redecorated it like a nursery. It didn’t matter because I’d be leaving for college in the fall anyway. She started asking for pretty much my whole paycheck every week to buy a crib, toys, a changing table, a baby montor, a breast pump, vitamins and health food for herself. She also bought a bunch of books on childcare which she insisted I study along with her.
One evening about a month or so after Nick disappeared, Mom caught me again as I was stepping out of the shower. This time, she was wearing a black leather S/M bra with matching micro skirt and clear stiletto slides. Her tan skin was flawless, her cleavage deep and her nipples proudly erect and in full view through the holes in her bra. Her bare, taut midriff showed only a slight bump.
I couldn’t help staring her up and down, and of course I got a hard on.
Mom smiled, shook her head and said, “Poor Baby. Your little pee pee looks so battered, like you’ve been punching the munchkin ten times a day. But look. Gotcha a gift!”
It was only then that I noticed she’d been hiding something behind her back. She smiled and whipped out a chastity belt. I was scared, humiliated and happy all at the same time.
She said, “Remember when you said I ought to put you in a chastity belt? Well, that’s just what I’m going to do.”
I took a breath and stuttered, “L-L-Looks like it’s a CB 6000S.”
“Oh, so you’re familiar with it! I figured as much. I bet you’ve done plenty of ‘research’ online. And yes, I ordered an S model. I’m sure you know what S stands for, don’t you Jeremy?”
“Ssmall?”
“Of course.”
I felt my whole body blush.
Mom said, “Follow me into your bedroom.”
She started walking away and I almost tripped over myself trying to fall in line right behind her. I was more excited than I’d ever been in my life. I watched her sexy but confident stride as she tossed her blonde hair back with one hand while casually dangling her son’s chastity belt with the other.
When we entered my bedroom I saw a clear plastic sheet spread across the floor.
“I’ve been doing a little research myself, and I learned that these things fit better if you’re smooth as a baby. Lie down face up and spread your legs.”
I did as I was told.
Mom kicked off her heels and sat on the sheet between my legs. She started to touch me but stopped short. She tilted her head and looked my body up and down, as though she were comparing memories of all the male bodies she’d seen to what she saw now. My cock was rock hard and throbbing, bigger than it had ever been, but even at the maximum it was no more than four and a half inches. Mom reached out and ran her hand over my chest, down to my abdomen, and then through my pubic hair. This was the first time anyone had ever come this close to my cock, and I couldn’t help thrusting upward a little.
“Easy, Jeremy,” Mom said.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
I felt Mom lightly brush the underside of my glans. To finally feel a woman’s touch was pure ecstasy, even if that woman was my mother.
In a half clinical, half sensual way, Mom glided her fingers over my shaft and mused, “It’s a shame you’re so small. Sorry honey, it’s the truth. But your penis does look nice. I’m glad I had you circumcised. Nick’s cock was huge, but it was uncut and ugly, like an anteater.”
I think Mom could sense I was really trying to keep still and not come, so she got to work. She took a pair of scissors from a nearby box and started clipping my “bush” as she called it. Then she lathered me up with warm shaving cream. From the box she pulled out a straight razor and opened it up.
My eyes must have bulged out because she smiled and said, “No need to be scared. It’s just for shaving. I’m not gonna amputate anything.”
Then, as she started scraping away my pubic hair, she continued musing, “You know, I always thought you were going to be a girl. I was sure I was having a girl when I was pregnant with you — and no offense my baby, but I wasn’t too very far off!”
It was hard to keep still. I wanted to thrust so bad. When a little drop of precum appeared at the end of my cock, Mom took a tissue and blotted it off. She said, “I better get you belted before you come, baby.”
When she was almost finished, I moaned and pushed her hand away from my cock. She curled her lips into a sexy snarl, and when my eyes caught hers, I reached out, cupped her cheeks and pulled her toward me.
We started soul kissing. God, I loved the way my mom’s tongue felt in my mouth. I winced as the studs on her leather bra ground into my chest. The scent from her hair partly reminded me of when I used to cuddle with her as a little boy, and partly made me appreciate the lusty, wanton woman I was about to fuck. I tore off her micro skirt, pushed her on her back and mounted her. She didn’t resist, but she didn’t try to help me any. I poked around until I finally penetrated her.
I couldn’t believe I was losing my virginity, and losing it to my own mother. I was finally getting my first pussy, and it was the same pussy I entered this world from eighteen years ago. It almost felt like a religious experience, like I was returning to my first home, to the place I really belonged. Mom felt so warm and inviting and wet. I could feel her baby bump against my own body. My little sister or brother was in there, and I couldn’t help feeling tender and protective even though Nick was the father.
I started thrusting automatically. I didn’t even have to think about it. As I tried to find a steady rhythm, Mom lay back with her eyes closed, smirking. I knew she was about to say something snarky.
“Uh, Jeremy, I have a question.”
“What, Mom.”
“Is it in yet?”
My mom the comedian. I couldn’t help thinking that if Nick hadn’t stretched her pussy so much, maybe she could feel me. I started thrusting harder and faster.
Mom giggled and said, “Ok baby, take it easy. Actually, you’re not too horrible considering you have no experience–and no cock to speak of.”
Right at that moment, I came hard into my mom’s body. I collapsed on her and my cock quickly shriveled and popped out of her pussy. I said, “I love you, Mom.
“I know you do. And I love you too, Jeremy. I always have and I always will. Oh, and by the way, honey, you’re a premature ejaculator. A VERY VERY premature ejaculator.”
I ignored her as I got off her and lay back, still breathing hard. After a few minutes she got up and said, “That changed nothing, Jeremy. I’m still putting you in chastity. In fact, your pathetic attempt at sex just made the case that you belong there, for both our sakes.”
I didn’t move as she finished shaving off what little hair I had left. Then she dried me and took out a bottle of baby oil. She slathered it all over my cock and balls, then blotted up the excess oil and told me to stand up.
I stumbled up to my feet and spread my legs. I was already rock hard again.
She tried getting my hard cock into the chastity belt, but finally she said, “Baby, I’m sorry for this, but we can’t wait all night.”
She stepped back and kicked my balls with her bare right foot. It was a light kick, but it hurt enough that I lost my erection quickly. While I was still stunned and in pain she put the chastity tube on me and adjusted it. She took the key and hung it around her neck where I watched it nestle into her cleavage. Mom put her hands on her hips and admired her handiwork.
I said, “Ok, what now?”
“Now you begin serving and obeying me.”
“Haven’t I been pretty much doing that for eighteen years already?”
Mom smiled and slapped my face.
“Don’t give me any lip, Jeremy. I kept hoping that someday you’d finally become an alpha male, but….well….it’s not happening, not yet anyway. I need you here for a while. You’re still too immature to leave. If you left for college now, you’ll just keep jacking off every night — yes, I know that’s what you do — you’ll just keep jacking off, like Nick said, waiting for some girl to notice you, which isn’t the way the world works, baby. You’re really better off staying with me for a while. You can still go to college later on.”
Caressing her midriff she continued, “Besides, it’s becoming obvious that I’m going to need your help around here more than ever in a few months. So just consider this the first day of your enslavement to the Goddess who gave you life in the first place!”
Hearing those stunning words come out of my mom’s pouty, teasing lips while she stood there, pantiless in a black leather bra, made my cock throb as it tried to bust out of its tiny cage. I moaned and started to drip a long string of precum from the tip of my chastity tube all the way to the floor.
Mom smirked and said, “See what I mean. You love it!”
She was right. I stayed with her, chaste and obedient for two years and helped care for my baby sister, Nikki. Yeah, that’s right. Even after all he did to her and me, she named her daughter after my bully. I finally left when she met a decent older man who is good to her and the baby.
I’m now in grad school and I’ll get my Master’s next spring. Mom never stops, though. She found out I’m engaged to be married to a girl who is even lustier than her. They get along great, and Mom sends me teasing texts about how she’s planning my fiancee’s bachelorette party. You know, one last night with a well hung male stripper. Damn, the thought makes me hard, and Mom knows it!
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