It's going to be the end of September but it's still warm, enough to go to the beach. I've been in an incestuous relationship with my mother Christelle, 40 years old and 8 months pregnant, for a month now. I still find it hard to believe that what I am experiencing with her is real, but I had no other woman in my life than my mother. Despite all the love and desire I had for her, I didn't do anything to make things right, but it was Mum who made the first move towards me.
Anyway, I'm in the car with Mum, driving to a neighbouring area to meet another incestuous mother-son couple that my mother met on the internet. I'm a little apprehensive about meeting a young guy like me who's banging his mum, but he's probably a little stressed too.
"Thomas, are you all right?" my mother said in her sweet voice. She was driving. Her big belly almost touched the steering wheel. She was wearing a thin black dress with a side slit, which let everyone enjoy her beautiful legs. The dress went down to the calf, but her little heeled sandals showed off her pretty feet. Of course her cleavage clearly showed her big breasts.
"Everything's fine, I'm just a little nervous," I said, scratching my head.
"Don't worry, it's just a beach trip, and I really wanted to meet people in our situation."
"Won't it be weird, two young guys with two older women, leisurely strolling on the sand and swimming in the water?"
My mother looked at me as if I had insulted her. "Are you ashamed of dating your mother?"
"No, it's just...it's just embarrassing. We can do what we want at home, but outside..."
"No one will know we're... related." she looked at me with a beautiful smile.
We arrived at Emily's house. She lived with her son Josh. From what I understood, Emily's husband had died in an accident some years ago. Their house was a classic one-story residential house with a beautiful flower garden.
"We've arrived," said my mother. As I got out of the car, I laughed at her, as it was not easy for her to get out of the front seat because of the baby and, it's a little ridiculous.
"Thomas, are you making fun of me?"
"No mum, you're just very cute." I said mischievously.
We walked to the front door and pressed the doorbell. A few seconds later, a woman came to open the door.
"Christelle and Thomas? Nice to meet you, I am Emily." the woman said, shaking hands with both of us. Emily was my mother's age, slightly shorter, with shoulder-length black hair, and a charming, jovial face. You could tell she was a plump woman, not fat, but plump. She had a large chest, legs and a rather thick waist, but it all went together well, and I could tell she was very sexy.
"Nice to meet you too." my mother replied. I did the same.
"Come on in, I'll take you to the living room," Emily said as she walked past us. She was wearing a beautiful patterned dress. Her ass was quite prominent.
When I got to the living room, a young man was sitting on the sofa. Dark-haired, very thin, a little taller than me: it was probably Josh.
"Hello!" she said, standing up to greet us.
"Well, I guess we have a lot to talk about." Emily said, motioning for us to sit down. "Would you like something to drink?"
Mum and Emily spent a good half hour talking, with tea in their hands. Josh and I stayed pretty quiet, quite intimidated by the situation. My mother talked about how she had grown close to me, the hormones of pregnancy and David's lack of presence at home. Emily did the same.
"In fact, since Patrick's disappearance, things weren't the same, and I couldn't see myself living with a man I didn't already know. I was almost depressed and... I gained a lot of weight." Emily said, looking at Josh.
