Jamie is carrying her stepbrothers baby, and she couldn’t be happier about it. As they continue their forbidden, lustful relationship, they grow closer than they could have imagined. When they go to Babycare Emporium to work on a baby register, Jamie leaves Darryl alone briefly to try on some maternity dresses. But the sight of all the hot, sexy, pregnant mothers proves too much for Darryl, and he has to slip into the dressing room so he can slip into Jamie.
Warning: This 3800-word story contains graphic descriptions of pregnancy sex, pseudoincest, breeder themes, and a blowjob in a dressing room.
Jamie and I went there the next day, after a sound sleep on the couch and a quick fuck session in the shower. Babycare Emporium was one of the biggest stores around that focused entirely on products for babies, little children, and expectant mothers. While there were plenty of stores that had this sort of focus, Babycare Emporium had one very distinct advantage: It was run by Desiree’s Boudoir, a high-end lingerie store that was famous for it’s fashion models and clothing catalog. As a result, their selection of maternity clothes were designed to help pregnant women feel not just comfortable, but sexy, confident, and proud. There was an entire section devoted to maternity lingerie, specially proportioned crotchless panties, and an “adults only” section with the kind of stuff you usually found in sex shops, but specially aimed at pregnant women.
Being a single guy, I hadn’t known any of this. In fact, I’d never had any reason to care at all about BabyCare Emporium, but quickly realized what I had been missing out on. It was full of hot women, MILFs pushing strollers, and MILFs-to-be with beautiful baby bumps. There were barely-pregnant women like my stepsister, who only had that slight glow to set them apart, nine-months along, ready to drop mommas with beautiful curved bellies, and new (and not so new) mothers with swollen breasts full of milk, and curved hips that thankfully hadn’t lost their extra maternal oomph.
Jamie and I spent some time wandering around the store, just window shopping and thinking about what she might want to get for when the baby arrived. I kept getting distracted by the other women, however, and I know Jamie was starting to get a little annoyed.
Eventually we drifted back to the maternity dresses, and Jamie pulled a half-dozen pieces off the racks and disappeared into the dressing rooms. I sat on one of the benches outside the dressing rooms, trying my best to look like an expectant father. Having to hold Jamie’s purse helped.
I did my best not to ogle the women, honest. But I couldn’t help myself sometimes, and occasionally I caught the eye of a sexy woman by herself, and even got a few smiles in return. I wondered how many of these poor, beautiful creatures didn’t have a man who would appreciate the female form when it was so full of life. My heart began pounding as I thought about ravishing some of these women, then and there, taking them and fucking them by the bassinets, bending them over cribs, sucking them off by the strollers.
I noticed I was starting to sweat, and swallowed hard. I ran a hand through my hair and noticed that it was trembling, ever so lightly.
I couldn’t stand it. I had to have Jamie, and now.
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Published August 30, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.