Son services Mom while Dad serves his country

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“Mmmm,” he murmured. “Mom, it keeps getting sweeter and creamier!” He went back to his work. I let him breastfeed any time he wanted. In the house that is. I wasn’t about to give him a snack in public! “Your nipples have gotten a lot bigger, and there are little holes in them to let the milk out,” he observed.

“So you don’t like mom’s tits now?” I teased. He smiled up at me and sucked extra hard for a second, sending a jolt through me. “Aahh!”

He switched to the other breast and evened out the flow. Then he turned me to my side. I knew what was coming next. Once my belly had swelled to a certain size, we found the best position for intercourse was spooning.

Ronny got close behind me and rubbed my belly gently … and lovingly. Then he hooked his hand under my top knee and raised my leg, giving him access to my vagina. He positioned his hips expertly against my ass and glided effortlessly into my slick pussy.

“Oooohh! Ronny. I love that so much.”

He took his time, thrusting in and withdrawing in a rhythm that accommodated my new figure. As of late, he even lifted my top butt cheek so his pubic hair could grind against my asshole. By accident he had found that gave me an extra thrill.

“Oh my God!” I whispered. I had just cum, but a few minutes of my son’s big, thick cock tipped the scales again. “YEESSS! AGAIN! RONNY!”

The tightening of my pussy milked out Ronny’s streams of sperm. Now not needed for impregnation, it still signaled my son’s continued desire and love for his mother. It clung to and coated the inner walls and depths of my vagina. “OH MOM! I’M CUMMING!”

Then we were still. Mother and son together and safe.

“Ronny, he’s kicking!” We had found out I was carrying a boy. “Feel!”

He brought his hand flat against my skin, just below my navel. “That’s so amazing,” he said. He always said that. But, he WAS amazed each time. Who isn’t?

“Your brother is probably wondering what all the commotion is,” I laughed.

“My son, Mom. He’s my son.”

I turned my head without turning my body at all. Ronny knew this meant I wanted a kiss in this position. He obliged, and our lips lingered.

“Ronny, you dad comes home tomorrow. And we can’t have any slip-ups.”

“I know, Mom. He’s my brother. I know that. As long as you and I know the truth, that’s all that matters.”

“You’re his father. That’s forever true as sure as I’m his mother. And, like we’ve discussed, we can only make love when your dad is definitely away for a few days. We can’t get caught.”

“What about oral sex though, Mom. I can eat your pussy and make you cum in no time.”

“Hmmm?” I would surely miss cumming on a regular basis. “We’ll see.” I knew Ronny also was referring to the blowjobs I had been giving him. I must have swallowed a quart of cum in the past months.

“I just thought of something weird, Mom.”

“Weirder than having sex with your Mother, making her orgasm every time, and getting her pregnant?”

“Well, kinda. I just realized that you’re his mom, but he’s gonna be your grandson too.”

I stared ahead, immobile. My mouth hung open. I hadn’t even thought down those lines. Finally I said, “Holy shit! I’m going to be a grandmother!”

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After all these months, after all we’d been through—there was Greg in front of us. Still just as handsome and just as fit as ever. He had made it back. safe and sound again. And, he had earned yet another honor. Same old Greg. Gunnery Sergeant Gregory Bannix. Home at last. Home with his family.

We were picking him up at the base, and the sight of him brought me to tears.

“Let me look at you two, take you all in!” he yelled. “There’s something different, but I can’t quite put my finger on it!” he teased.

Of course I was HUGE, and not the slim wife he had left.

He took me into his arms and kissed me. He kissed differently than Ronny. Not better or worse, but different. It shouldn’t have, but it felt strange. I looked at Ronny, and his face was tight. I knew he must be feeling strange emotions after having “his” woman to himself for so long.

Greg ran his hand over my belly. A rougher touch than I was used to.

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