Mommy's looking pretty good isn't she? I think it's because mommy's body absorbed all the energy of your best friend's body and used it to make her body younger and perky. Your father certainly isn't complaining. I can't keep him off me.
I don't want to.
A fire has been unleashed in your parent's marriage bed - all thanks to me. It rages every night. Mommy is ravenous and when she spreads her legs, she demands attention. She wants to be fucked. Every night. Every way. Whatever was left of the old me has succumbed to the sensations of your mother's body. It wants it too. It wants her to be a good wifey. Your father's dick has convinced it that this is in it's best interest.
It makes me so giddy to think I'm married to your father and my clock has been turned back a decade or more. If I tried to leave I would simply disappear. Whatever is left of me has been converted into your mommy's perky tits and plump little ass. That's right. I AM your mom now - only a much more hot younger version desperate for fucking. I guess you can guess that's why I never answer your frantic phone calls. Mommy is too busy.
I'm glad your daddy is so ambitious and the breadwinner. I'm insatiable and need a lot of personal time to play with my new assets while he's at work. Mommy has to warm up for when daddy comes home. I meet him at the door, practically purring, dinner ready in the oven like a good little homemaker.
And that's now the only thing in the oven. . .
This is so wrong, isn't it? That your best friend is now your mommy and she's carrying your new baby sibling in her tummy. I took the pregnancy test last week, sitting down on the toilet to pee on the applicator and waiting for the reading to confirm my womanly intuition:
Your daddy knocked me up.
He did it on a weekend vacation. My legs were spread wide on a great canopy bed at the cutest little bed and breakfast on the beach. I mean CUTE. It had the most wonderful flower garden - but I digress: I had made the mistake of digging through your mom's bed side stand the week before and finding a book. When You are Expecting. I flipped the pages, reading all of the things I could expect when getting pregnant. My breasts swelling. Hormones raging. I grew wet with every turn of the page until I fell back and raced my hand beneath my panties. Could I really be a mommy? So soon after changing? What would your dad say? What would you say?
Oh and that was the best part - imaging you coming home on winter break and finding me with a little baby bump.
I spent a week touching my belly, already preparing to ask your father. At the B&B I spread my legs and begged for it. I had timed my cycle and it was the perfect moment. Everything fell into place. "Honey, I want another baby." (That's right. Why should you be the last baby to be born from between my legs?)
Your father's eyes twinkled so, I didn't have to beg him. He dove right in.
"Yes, yes! I want all of you inside of me. Give my little womb every drop of your cum so it can get to work." I screamed it, knowing my waiting egg only needed one. You wouldn't believe how the old lady who owned the B&B looked at me the next morning when I came down for breakfast. I smiled and touched my belly, already knowing I had gotten what I came for. And mommy came so much in her cute fucking little house.
I think of it daily, one of your dad's lone sperm pummeling into my waiting egg. Permanence. Knowing I am a woman forever. Knowing with all the energy my old body has provided that I will be fertile for another twenty years. Can you imagine how many kids I can have? What good is your mother's body if it can't be used to its very limits. Belly growing, tits expanding and filling with milk for my young, throat moaning in pleasure as your dad pumps his seed into my fertile womb.
I can't want until you are home and I can meet you in something tight so you can see my belly. I can't wait to say "welcome home, son" and pretend like I have no idea I was trapped in your mom's body all those months ago. Fuck, I can't stop touching my belly. I'm about to come. I should hurry. Your dad will be home soon and I need to have dinner ready for the best hubby ever.
