Pedo Pregnant Mom – 3

Shabana starts grooming the child to have sex with his two mothers

(Read one of my previous stories, ‘Pregnant wife’s sex drive makes her a child lover – 2‘ for better understanding.)

Urmi stared at me with her mouth covered with her hand, her eyes wide with shock at my actions. She almost retched, which felt like an overreaction, but at that moment I didn’t feel like sharing my opinion.

“You’re such a- -don’t…don’t,” she protested with her eyes as she looked down at my hand reaching for her, “…touch me.”

Then meeting my gaze, she continued, “you’re such a filthy minded woman, a disgusting woman.”

She wanted to say more but was choking back on tears in her eyes. “How could you do this? To him? To me?”

I wanted to answer back but finding nothing satisfactory I stayed silent. I saw her storm out and I went after her, begging her, pleading for forgiveness. “Urmi, please don’t leave me here alone. You know you are the only person who keeps me sane.” A lot of cajoling later, nearly an hour of back and forth, Urmi sighed and seemed to relent on certain impossible conditions.

“If you promise not to touch my son again.”

“I- -I promise.”

After that day’s incident, though she kept coming back, I sensed a distance between us forming and I only had myself to blame for it. In the middle of all the drama, I learnt that I was soon to deliver and my ‘precious’ husband wouldn’t be there for it. Urmi sensed my loneliness and as the kind-hearted woman that she was, she tried to forget whatever happened and stayed by my side for all days, till the day I most feared arrived.

Of course, it meant I had less exposure to the sweet little boy, so I took comfort in my friend’s presence. While waiting one morning, in my bed; my belly being massaged by my dear friend, Krishna entered noisily, blowing through the curtains of the room as both of us waited for my labour to kick in.

“Get out! Get out. I told you so many times…” his furious mother rushed towards him, making him turn back the way he came in. I didn’t protest, knowing my bad behaviour with him, but I also noticed the little guy peeking from behind the curtains at me. I decided to take advantage of the situation.

“Urmi?” I called to her as she sat next to me in the bed.

“Yes?” she responded, coming closer to me and resting on her bent knees.

“Can you please give me your hand?”

“Okay…for what?” she gingerly placed her cool palm on mine.

Without speaking further and not breaking eye contact, I kissed her fingers making her eyebrows rise in question. Then I let her fingers slowly flutter down towards my breasts, gliding over them and finally reach my enlarged belly, all the while Urmi’s gaze changed from curiosity to severe alarm. She finally broke when I pressed her hand down on my wet vagina.

“What are you doing?”

“Please, I really need this.”

As shameless as I am, Urmi is an equivalent sympathiser towards everyone that includes me. She watches with mixed feelings as I use her hand to rub on my clitoris.

Hearing squishing sounds from beneath me, she remarked, “You are so wet. No wonder why you’re like this. Are you even alright, with this much flowing out of you?”

“Mm-hmm. I’ll be fine, as long as you don’t stop.” I slowly peeked from behind her to see her son staring wide-eyed at what was happening in the room and, closing my eyes, I sighed in orgasmic pleasure. As I tried to normalise, I suddenly felt wet lips on my mouth. It immediately withdrew and I stared at Urmi in surprise.

“I don’t know why I did that.” she said nervously, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“I loved it. Come closer, Urmi.”

Knowing full well what was going to happen next, I pulled my shy friend to me, devouring her mouth with ecstasy. Half doing it for myself and half for the young child who was about to see his mother make out with another woman. She pulled away from me for a while, unsure of her actions. Then she ran her fingers gently against my wet spot, making me groan. She trailed a long, sticky line of my juices from her fingers, admiring the long length of it and finally ended up cleaning her fingers in her mouth, tasting me.

𝘖𝘩! 𝘐 𝘴𝘰, 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.

“Horny bitch!” I smirked at her. She paused sucking on her fingers for sometime, before smiling at me.

“Remove your dress.” I ordered her.

She looked horrified and seemed to be leaving. “No. No. This is madness. And Krishna can come here any time.”

“Wait, please. Ok, just your pants then.”

I held onto her arm, not wanting to let go of this opportunity. Not with Krishna watching. She finally relented, after all I had given her a taste of lesbian love and she lost no time in lowering her pants. Knowing I would find it difficult to lay down and suck with my pregnant belly, I told her to stand in front of me, then squat at her knees, so that her vagina would line up with my mouth.

“Hurry up before…oh my!”

For the next few minutes, I ate Urmi’s pussy like never before. For the long time that I had fantasised about her, I never knew adding Krishna to the mix would make it more intense. While my friend above gasped, I kept an eye on Krishna, as I bobbed on her vulva. He had entered the room by now and was watching in the open. I signalled to him to hide behind the wooden dressing partition which had miniature holes from which he could observe us in secret. The boy was clever enough to understand me and flinched as Urmi uttered a piercing yelp, as I playfully bit on her cunt lips. I smiled at myself as I felt her legs tremble and wobble like I did before my pleasure waves hit. Bringing her closer to my lashing tongue by pushing on her ass, I dove deeper into her, then looked up before I got promptly drenched in come as Urmi let her orgasm erupt into my face. I had to turn my face away, so much was the force and quantity of it. I caught Krishna rushing behind the partition, looking numbly at us two freakish women.

“𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘉𝘩𝘢𝘨𝘸𝘢𝘯! What a feeling.”

Urmi all but collapsed on the bed, careful to not fall on me and writhed in pleasure, her arms closing on her wet pussy and her legs raised up with her toes all curled up.

She saw me and laughingly declared, “I’m going to need a long sleep after that.”

“You deserve it.”

We talked for a moment before Urmi gave into her soreness and fell asleep. I bent forward to check on her, making sure she was passed out, then I pulled away the reminder of her pants from her and spread her legs apart. Then I turned to where Krishna was.

“Come out now. Don’t be shy.”

He followed my voice after some hesitation. By now I had removed my own top, and was completely nude in front of him, revelling in my sweaty body, showing it proudly to the little one. I knew I had promised her, but I was also frustrated that he was kept away from me for so long and being the dirty, disgusting woman that I was, I wanted to spoil the boy’s mind about his mother.

“Come closer, Krishna,” I whispered softly and seductively to him.

I asked him to lift his arms and undressed him, like the million times I had or his mother had before any of this. He was soon naked like me, and my unexplainable lust for this sweet child grew manifold. I held him at his shoulders and began to literally lick him, like he was my cub or something, such was my untamed desire for him. I kissed his ears, making him squeal but his attention seemed elsewhere. I followed his eyes. He seemed to be entranced with the vision of his mother’s splayed legs, showing her fully to him without anything left to hide.

“You like that, Krishna? Seeing your mother like that?”

He didn’t respond and I thought he was in some shock. I pulled him up like he was a baby, making him sit on my lap as I sat cross-legged and played with his tiny penis from behind him with two of my fingers rubbing on it, while I gently loosened his leg to line up between his mother’s open legs. I turned his face to me and kissed him. He pulled back as I slobbered on his lips. He spat out, wiping his mouth and looked at his mother. I pulled him back to me and held his head, which was barely the size of my palm, against me, locking both of us in a lip-lock. I gave up after a while as he continued to struggle and I took a deep breath, my saliva dripping all over his body.

“Ok. I give up. For now.”

I now held his neck to me, licking it passionately while abusing his small cock at the same time. He seemed to be interested in what I was doing to him and he looked down, then back at me and I thought I heard a moan from the sweet boy’s mouth. Without stopping my onslaught on his penis, I spoke into his ears,

“I can’t wait for you to grow up. To feel the developed cock in my hands, my mouth, my belly. Even Allah won’t be able to spare you from my lust, Krishna.”

I got an idea to satisfy my own curiosity about his fascination with his mother. Placing his small feet against her pussy lips, I commanded him to rub them up and down against them, while I continued to abuse him.

“Yes, like that. One day, my sweet boy,” I said amidst his rubbing her cunt, “one day you’ll get to have both of us crazy women. Won’t that be wonderful?”

Krishna blinked at me, a little scared, “Mummy will wake up. She won’t like this.”

I grinned at his pure mind, kissing his cheeks like a loving aunt. “Don’t be afraid sweetie. Leave it to me.”

The boy’s feet against her vagina eventually began to bring Urmi back to her senses. “Go. Hide now, but remember Krishna,” I held him before he ran away, “You’re mine now.” He smiled at me for his own reasons and I let him run away.

“Why did you stop?”

Hearing Urmi’s passionate question, I wordlessly kept my feet against her and began to agitate my toes against her pussy, letting her believe it was me and not her son.

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