Breeding Mom Ch. 02: Mother & Wife

We readied the house for our new arrivals. Cay and Julie had already foreseen this possibility, so the house they'd purchased for us had more than enough room for kids. Jenn "helped" us by touching her toddler bed, then the double crib, then saying "Jenn", "Bruther" and "Sitser" for each, before at last falling asleep in the wrong one. Watching her, we smiled at the fact that we were making two more of those, and knew without a doubt that it was the correct choice.

With my ex-husband, I had always been iffy on the topic of a second child. Not because I didn't love him, but because it had been hard for the two us to raise Cay by ourselves. But my new life with Julie and Cay was a fresh start, a complete reboot for me. What I had wanted or done in the past no longer mattered; this was a new household with new needs and new rules. My twenty years of marital baggage had to be let go...which brought up yet another thing I adored about my spouses. My age was never an elephant in the room. The two of them just didn't care about it beyond general concern for my health, but we had the same concern for Julie because of her petite body as well.

Fortunately, we were both perfectly healthy, and so were the babies growing inside us. From the moment that Julie first discovered that she was preggers, we made good on that promise to bring in photographers and videographers, and even hired a sketch artist or two. We took fully clothed and tastefully nude pictures of our bodies right at the beginning, when Jenn's tummy was still flat, and we took more at regular intervals to capture our progress. During the more erotic sessions, Julie and I loved standing against each other, nude, while we docked both our round tits and bellies together, often glistening in baby oil, or covered in glitter and body paint. Sex was fun to figure out, too; rather than be annoyed by our firm round midsections, we loved the challenge of figuring things out and finding ways to use it to heighten the experience.

We listened to the artists' suggestions and tried some sexier poses and clothes, especially when Cay posed too. First he'd pose with one of us, then the other, and finally all three.

Then one day, the photographer told us that there were a lot of people who'd kill for pics and videos like this if we sold them, but we had specifically asked for exclusivity. Again, we did NOT want to risk drawing attention or being recognized by someone who knew Cay and me. He relented on that point, but still suggested that we make professional-grade "adult" videos for our own benefit and assured us that every precaution would be taken to preserve our privacy, including blacking out or blurring our faces if we really wanted that. That way, even if we decided to market the censored footage on our own accord someday, we would have nothing to fear. He sincerely promised us that he'd give us all of the copies to do with whatever we wished, and after decades in this business working with celebrities and socialites, he knew how to respect client discretion.

We all found the idea exciting, especially the idea of taking more hardcore pictures and "home videos". We all discussed it over and voted on it, but I was a dissenting voice against it at first. We voted twice, and each time, I alone raised objections. The way our "system" worked, after every vote (even if unanimous), we sat and discussed why each of us voted the way we did. That way, there would be no misunderstandings and no one would feel silenced by the majority.

My objections were as stated before: Cay and I were in an incestuous relationship, and our children were a result of that relationship. It was beyond illegal, and no matter how careful we were, there was always the chance that this could jeopardize our happy lives. I couldn't understand why the two of them were willing to these risks.

It actually got pretty heated. So much so, that I think it qualified as the first "fight" in our relationship.

"Do you wanna sell them?" I asked. "Did he convince you when he said that this could fetch us a pretty penny, and now all you two can see are dollar signs? Is that it?!"

"It's not about money, Liane," Julie told me. "I don't care if we never sell them. But like you said, we may never have this chance again. The entire point of this was to enjoy our little slice of heaven forever, and this is a great example of just that. I know there are risks, but where do we draw the line at being afraid?"

"We draw the line where it's safe!" I snapped, bitterly. "Am I the only sane one here?! How can you even think this could turn out well?"

"That's not fair, Liane! We're scared, too! But is this what you want? To avoid doing anything we might enjoy because it's not 'safe'?!"

Cay nodded his agreement. "I'm a bit scared, sure," he said. "But, a part of me is afraid every time I walk out my door to go to work that I'll come back to find a DCFS van parked out front. I'm afraid that I'll make one little slip-up, accidentally call you "Mom" at the wrong time, or some random nobody behind a government desk, armed with a rubber stamp, is going to put 2-and-2 together and ruin the lives of 3 people he'll never meet and never even remember.

"I'm afraid of ALL that, but what I'm afraid of more is not sharing my life with you. Of not enjoying what we have to its fullest and exploring how deep our love can go. I'm more afraid that one day, the little worries that pop up in our heads will become secrets, and those secrets will pile up and become deceptions, and those deceptions will pile up into a person that none of us wanted to be. I'm more afraid that one day, the three of us are going to wake up and go through the motions, never even bothering to bring a smile to each other's faces. I'm more afraid that someday, we will have a falling out and one or two of us will storm out the front door, telling the others to fuck off, and never be seen again. I'm more afraid that I'll hurt you...either of you...and not figure out how to, or even be able to, make it right.

"I don't wanna live like that. When we got married, we swore that we'd try everything together. That we can share anything with each other, come what may. To show that our love is something beautiful, and will be treasured forever. Crime or not, it's real love and a real relationship that I'm happy to be a part of."

The words of my beautiful son...my wonderful husband...had me in full tears by the time he was finished, and I leaned against his chest, sobbing and weeping. I felt like such a fool. I was afraid of everything he had said, too. Every single thing he'd stated was a verbal description of every nightmare I'd had for over three years. I was afraid of it all, like this was all just a dream that one I day I'd wake up from and wonder if it were ever real. I wanted to do everything I could to make it real, one day at a time.

My spouses both held me, and we were quiet for a while, as we supported each other and reminded one another that long ago...on that day in which we all realized I was carrying Cay's baby...that we swore we were all in this together. None of us knew what the future held then or what trials would lay before us, but we loved each other (and our children) more than anything this horrible world could throw at us.

It had been true then, and it was even more true now.

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We went through with the photos, and the videos, and a few little extra things that I can't talk about here because I haven't completely lost my paranoia.

The first video we made started with Julie and I dressed in maternity lingerie, with dynamic lighting showing our pregnant silhouettes and round bellies thinly veiled by the see-through materials of the nightgowns we wore. Eventually, the lights normalized and the camera positioned itself to show both of us facing the lens with our hands cupped underneath the curvature of our tummies. Written circular around my belly button were the words "34 weeks", and written in the same place around Julie's was "32 weeks". The two of us pushed our stomachs side-by-side so that the camera could get a good, close look at us.

Then, we turned toward each other and began rubbing our bellies together intimately. Julie and I knew each others' bodies well, and we both knew how sensitive each of us were in that area. We were gentle, of course, as we didn't want our little fun to disturb the precious little ones inside, but we knew the correct methods for rubbing each other that would turn our bodies on in mere moments. We had become experts at doing naughty things to our bodies while pregnant, and it was a special treat to be able to put that expertise to use in front of the camera.

Once we were both good and horny, we locked eyes as our fingers became entangled in our clothes. We slowly undressed each other, touching, licking and kissing our bodies

as Julie and I tossed our negligée aside. Once we stood nude, Julie turned and looked at me ravenously, giving that same look she did that first time I came to her in their apartment. The look that made a married woman betray her husband for a younger female. The look that told me, even if I failed to realize at the time, that I'd belong to her forever. She gently placed her hands on my arms, leaned forward and kissed me, our warm bellies and bosoms pressing into one another. She then slowly, gently, lowered me on the mattress and got onto her knees at the edge of the bed, her wicked smile gradually disappearing between my legs.

Julie licked my pussy while her thumb massaged the edge of my clit, and I melted into putty in her care. Julie knew the right pressure to give, the right places on my labia for her tongue and lips to explore, to drive me over the edge again and again. My moans only spurred her further, and the natural moisture that seeped from my sex only made her hungrier for more of me. She savored my taste and the aroma of my wet cunt, proving that her yearning was just as strong as ever.

It felt good to know how much my body excited her, even after all this time.

Eventually, Cay was brought in, and he was more than raring to go. Even though Julie and I were totally engrossed with each other, both of us wanted my son equally as much. Cay was a paragon of manliness and virility, with his stiff cock eager to satisfy two insatiable wives. Julie and I both licked his throbbing shaft together, and nibbled gluttonously on his soft ballsack, sharing it like cotton candy. I would try to get all of his manliness as deep in my throat as it could go, making myself choke if I had to, and then Julie would immediately take my place and try and go one better.

Cay mounted Julie first and lay his body gently on her pregnant belly, kissing her as their genitals connected. He began to pump her, using the powerful muscles in his lower body to make even her hefty body shake in time with his thrusts. She moaned and begged Cay to fuck her, and he was only too happy to comply. I saw again the love between these two, a love that had sparked long before Julie and I'd met, and had only grown stronger since they first invited me to share their bed with them. It always pleased me to see that I was not an intruder, butting in on this young love between my son and the woman he chose as his wife. If anything, my being part of it had only driven them closer. The way her body accepted his drilling cock, the way her pussy swallowed him so eagerly...this was meant to be, and they both knew it.

Cay came in Julie as I sucked on her nipples, where I hoped to savor the moment for a bit. But Cay sat up, shoved me down on my back and aggressively took me. He pounced on me and plunged his cock deep inside his mother's pussy, with no need for breaks. Our pregnancies seemed to have had that effect on him. As constant reminders of his potent fertility, our pregnant bellies forced Cay to be driven purely by primal lust. He could easily fuck Julie and I, and cum inside us both with barely any rest. Multiple times a night, if need be.

I clamped my legs around my son's hips and wrapped my arms around his neck as we humped and grunted like animals. As we spoke with our bodies in a way that a mother and son should never do.

But, as I felt his long pole thrust deep into me over and over, it only reminded me that this is the way it should be. God help me, I could never give up my son's wonderful cock. Or want to stop feeling the joy of having his baby crawling around in my belly.

Never.

As usual, Julie's face was alight watching this incestuous banging before her. She couldn't say it while we were on camera, and with so many eyes and ears in the room...but I knew that look. I knew what those predatory eyes and fox-like grin were saying.

Fuck your son, Liane. Fuck your mother, Cayden. Fuck each other like the nasty freaks you are.

We obliged. Cay finally tensed up his body and came inside my cunt as I fell out on the bed, my arms spread wide in exhaustion as I once again savored my son's warm batter flowing deep into me, where it belonged. It was only when I lay there that I was reminded of the cameras around us, as they all focused on Julie eagerly pouncing to lap up the incestuous seed seeping out of my snatch.

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The second video we made included some of the kinkier things we'd learned from my first pregnancy. This time, both of us ladies let Cay keep us collared, hogtied, and moving about on all fours like his favorite pair of bred bitches. I felt like the senior bitch in this situation, since it was obviously new to Julie. In addition, Cay and I could finally make use of our precious little Julie's secret affinity for pain. We went to task utilizing a nice firm paddle on her backside, and I took a perverse pleasure in watching my young, pregnant wife's ass cheeks bounce after my son laid into it. I couldn't help but rub my face all over her pinkened cheeks, to kiss them and "make it better". God, how her voice sounded so sexy as it quivered and she whimpered like a small child, begging Cay to spank her like a bad girl. I couldn't help but kiss her and tell her, "It'll be okay. Mommy will take care of you."

Reduced to such a pure, innocent state, Julie could only sob and moan and say, "Thank you, Mommy. I'll be a good girl. I'll be such a good girl for you, Mommy."

We skirted so close to the line, there. So close. But the risk only drove us more wild for each other.

The third video was more conventional. Just an hour and thirty minutes of the three of us fucking in every position that's possible within a studio made to look like a bedroom. The most comfortable positions usually wound up being Julie or I riding Cay cowgirl while the other sat on his face, the two women sampling each other's tongues and bodies while Cay did his best to fuck us from both ends. He also took us both from behind, with the two of us bent side-by-side over a bed or a dresser while he alternated between both of our pussies. While it was agony waiting for our turn, watching as the woman beside moaned and received my son's fabulous dicking, it was also part of the fun. When it was my turn to watch, I could only look on with jealous awe as Julie came over and over while Cay fucked her magnificently. Julie's eyes would roll in the back of her head as her back arched, and she just let Cay have his way with her. That just made it so much sweeter when he would finally pull out of her to move behind me, and I got to savor the sweet feeling of his manhood just sliding so smoothly into my cunt. And then...I did my absolute best to make Julie jealous in turn.

Making those videos turned out to be an unforgettable experience and one I've never regretted letting my spouses talk me into. They became a little slice of our lives...a little page in our book that we can go back to and reminisce at any time. One day, when I'm old and gray, the Liane in those photos and videos will still be young, brunette and enjoying a new prime of her life. The children that will one day have grown up and moved on will still be round little bellies that made Julie and I look eternally pregnant and beautiful and happy. And Cay will still be a young father with two women who loved him and would do anything to please him, and make him happy.

The photographer, Larry, stayed true to his word about our privacy and was transparent with us every step of the way, never doing anything that made us uncomfortable. He had a long, cordial discussion with our attorney, just as an extra precaution and to be clear about all expectations. Again, true to his word, the only copies he kept were so heavily edited that it became impossible to identify anyone beyond knowing what our genitals looked like, and then he handed over all the originals to us and destroyed any extra footage. One of us was present to witness each step of the process, arduous though it may have been.

Larry didn't mind. He was a true professional. And more than that, he was a genuinely nice guy. He became a dear friend of ours over that period and the weeks that followed...so much so, that he became the first candidate we brought up for a potential temporary foursome.

But that would have to be a discussion tabled for another time, as our little vacation was almost over and it was just about time to welcome two new members into our family.

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Julie and I eventually gave birth to our babies about a week and a half apart. We named my second daughter Kaylie, and Julie's son Leon.

So there we stood, three proud parents looking over three beautiful, sleeping miniatures of ourselves in a small bedroom. We stole glimpses at each other, bathed in the presence of the strongest, and most constant, reminders of our happiness.

"So...is this it?" Julie asked. "If you round up, we've got the 2.5 American Dream prerequisite."

Elbowing her in the side, I chided. "No fucking way. You promised me a ginger baby. Leon's head is a dark reddish-brown, at best."

"So? Blame him, not me!" She cast a glare at Cay, but quickly shook her head. "No, as a matter of fact, blame yourself, because he got it from you!"

"That doesn't change the fact that I want my redheaded grandchild!"

"So, what, do you intend to breed me until my womb complies to the picture on the instruction manual? What happened to being spontaneous? What happened to 'children are not our fetishes'?!"

"You're one to talk!"

A terribly bewildered Cay just bounced his eyes back and forth between the two of us, desperate to make sense of things. "What the hell is this argument even about?!"

Julie scoffed. "The bottom line is, I got my answer. Seems like we're gonna need room for at least two more in the near future."

"Two?" I repeated.

Julie grinned at me. "Oh come on, honey. We know you're dying to know if you have a few more in you, because no matter how much we say otherwise, you're self-conscious about your friend 'Minnow Paws'."

I laughed, defeated because Julie was way too smart for me. Since the beginning, from that very day I first set eyes on her, she'd been able to read me like an open book. She had a way of letting me know what I needed before even I knew I needed it. She was, alongside my beautiful son, the best thing that ever happened to me. I grabbed her thin, sexy little body, leaned her back and kissed her, like that sailor from the old V-Day photo.

To think that three years ago, the idea of me loving a woman was unthinkable, and here I was, head-over-heels for a girl young enough to be my daughter...and who technically was, in a way.