My Pregnant NiecebyDreamlover©
When I heard my niece was coming to visit, I was both nervous and surprised. The last time I saw Chloe was when she was twelve years old. Now I hear she's already twenty-two years old and recently married to an older man from San Francisco. My wife, her Aunt Susan, was excited to see her more than anything else in the world. I guess since our two kids already grown up and living on their own, she was just happy to have company.
"She's still coming today?" I asked, sipping my cup of coffee. Susan was in the kitchen, stirring a pot of oatmeal and cooking bacon.
"She's on her way right now, David." She turned and frowned at me. "I thought I told you this last night? Chloe may even stay for the night or two in our guest bedroom."
As if on cue, the doorbell rang. Susan wasted no time rushing out of the kitchen to answer the door. I stood up, a little embarrassed to still be in my robe, and listened as I heard Susan animatedly welcome our niece in the house.
Then I saw her, amazed.
Chloe had indeed grown up and she was, without a doubt, more beautiful than I'd imagined. Her eyes were twilight blue and her voluminous hair was a dark brown, which made her looked more like a goddess than an ordinary woman. She wore a flattering housedress and was holding a small suitcase. But she glowed in a way that most women don't and it took me a few seconds to see why: she was about seven or eight-month pregnant.
She smiled at me. "Hey, Uncle Dave. Long time no see." She put down the suitcase and embraced me softly. She smelled wonderful, like musk and fresh roses. I could even feel her big belly pressing against me. She beamed again, lightly touching my arm. Her hand was small and cool.
"Wow," I said, realizing it was the wrong thing to say to a niece I haven't seen for ten years. "It's been too long."
"Yes, way too long." Chloe gave my arm a little squeeze. "Do you still go fishing as much?"
"Well, not as much as I used to." I chuckled, surprised she even remembered I love fishing. "Still go once in a while."
Susan came into the dining room with a big, happy smile. "Sit down, Chloe. I made you some oatmeal."
We all sat down at the table and caught up on things. I've learned that her husband was a lawyer and he couldn't come because he had a trial to prepare for. Married for only a year, Chloe had to put college aside when she found out she was having a baby and was planning to be a full-time mother. While she was talking about this with some enthusiasm, I could tell she wasn't as happy as she claimed to be. It was something in her eyes that told me this.
After a long breakfast, I went ahead and did my own errands for the rest of the day, giving them the freedom to talk about whatever women like to talk about when they're alone. In the afternoon, they both decided to drive into town and have dinner at a restaurant. Before they took off, Chloe gave me a lingering see-ya-later kiss on my lips and squeezed my arm softly. I felt myself blushing when she did this and I think she even knew the effect she was having on me. She seemed to enjoying it, too.
Even when they left, I was feeling urges which I never thought would be possible, especially coming from my own niece. Worst, she was seven-and-a-half month pregnant and the whole taboo subject made me feel even more . . . excited than guilty. In fact, I was starting to feel the kind of exhilaration I only felt when I was a teenager with a crush. It was good to feel young again.
Later that night, I was in bed, reading a book. It was already getting late when they came back, giggling and talking out loud in the house. My wife came to bed, obviously drunk and in high spirits. She gave me a good-night kiss, mentioned she was feeling sleepy, and told me to go read the book in the living room. She also mentioned she had a few apple martinis and Chloe had herself a couple glasses of red wine. It wasn't long before Susan was already half-asleep and mumbling a few incoherent words about our bedroom being too bright.
Irritated, I shut off the lamplight and headed to the living room. Halfway down the hall, it occurred to me that I should say good night to Chloe. However, there was an inexplicable excitement about this scheme. I gave the guest bedroom a light knock, wondering if Chloe had already passed out.
To my surprise, the door opened and standing before me was Chloe, wearing a white nightdress made out of silk. She smiled lazily. "Hello hello, Uncle Dave. I was just thinking about you."
"You were?" I said. I cleared my throat and forced a smile. "Well, I just wanted to say good-night to my one and only niece. Heard you have fun tonight."
Her smile broadened. "It was okay. Why don't you come in? We haven't really had much time to talk."
"You sure? You're not tired?"
She pulled me inside and closed the door behind me. "Not at all," she said. "Besides, it's only ten and I'm not even sleepy. Aunt Sue had a little too much to drink, you know."
I gave a knowing nod and put the book down. For some reason, I could feel a mutual anticipation growing between us, and I couldn't explain it. It was just there, in the air. At the end of the bedroom stood a large bed, covered in giant-sized white feather pillows. The only other furniture was a chaise-longue upholstered in plain cream calico, a French-style closet, and a cheval mirror at the end of the wall, in front of the bed.
Chloe walked across to the bed and turned back to me, smiling softly. Then, without turning around and without even a warning, she lifted off her nightdress and she was completely naked. No bras. No panties. No anything. I felt my heart skipped a beat, too stunned to even comprehend the magnitude of what was happening right now. She had a long, flared back, and very high, rounded buttocks. Her breasts were so big that I could see the half-moon curves of them on either side.
I had to be dreaming . . .
It was when she turned around that I felt the greatest shock and lust. I saw just how unearthly incredible she was, standing before me with a look on her face that showed no inhibition. Her breasts were enormously swollen and big-nippled, and her stomach was like a lunar globe. Her vulva was swollen, too. She had shaved herself so that I, her own uncle, could see the dark blush color of her lips.
In fact, I was feeling so many things at once that they were becoming overwhelming. Her pregnancy made her look even more stunning. That was why her hair shone. That was why her skin glowed. That was why she had the secretive, knowing, self-protective look that caught my eyes in the first place and she was already risking everything by doing this. The fact that she was my blood made the whole pregnant-incest combination even more forbidden—not to mention my wife sleeping down the hall.
"Do you like what you see, Uncle?"
It took me a while to find my voice. "Of course," I muttered. "You're beautiful."
She took a step toward me, making no attempt to hide her nakedness. "I have a confession to make: I'm not happy with my husband. We're not getting along. That was why I came here by myself. I really wanted to see you." She paused and looked at me carefully. "I know you're my uncle and all but . . . I've always had a thing for you."
"You did?" I asked her, feeling a slight phlegm in my throat.
"Yes." She came up to me, very close to my face, and unfastened the top button of my shirt. I looked down at her --at her calm, perfect face; at the trees of pale blue veins in her breasts; at her stiffened, rouge-brown nipples. "I drove here with only one thing on my mind and that was to be with you."
"But, Chloe . . . I'm your uncle and-and you're having a. . ."
"A baby?" She smiled, unfastening another button, and another, and running her fingernails lightly through the hair of my chest. My erection was already pushing through my sweatpants, just begging to come out "I think about you all the time," she said. "Even before I got married. It's strange but I've always wanted you. Do you want me?"
"Yes, I do. More than anything."
"Say you love me, Uncle. My husband doesn't say that to me anymore."
"I love you, Chloe. I've always had."
This time she stood so close that her distended stomach grazed against my budge. "I love you, too, Uncle." She kissed my chest. She unbuttoned the last of my shirt buttons and then she started to pull down my sweatpants. "And I want to prove it to you."
"What about the baby?" I said, feeling slightly stupid for even asking. "Is it dangerous?"
"My body can handle it," she said, looking up at me. My cock was pulsing right in front of her, feeling so unbelievably hard. Then she grabbed my cock with her soft hand and shoved it into her hot mouth. I gasped, watching her running her tongue around my purple helmet, sucking at it like her life depended on it.
She slapped my cock on her cheek, smiling at me. I groaned out, grabbing her head. Then she slid her tongue all the way down to my balls and I shuddered. She squeezed my buttocks as she forced my cock deep into her throat. Her hot breath made my cock even harder.
"Oh, fuck!" I tried not to shout as I watched, in awe, as my own little niece sucked me off like a porn star.
Then she stopped, grabbed my hand, and took me to the bed. She pushed me flat on my back and yanked the sweatpants off my ankles. She climbed towards my cock, letting my cock and my pre-cum smear all over her belly.
"Are you ready for more, baby?" she whispered in front of my cock, staring at me right in the eyes.
"Oh, God, yes."
"Here I come, baby." She began sucking me again, and I curled my toes in excitement. From where I was lying, I could see underneath her body, her big swaying breasts, and her rounded stomach. I reached out and cupped her breasts, feeling her rigid nipples brushing against his palms. Then I smoothed his hands around her stomach, surprised how hard it was, how tight she was. The fact that she had another life growing inside her was incredibly erotic.
She gave the head of my cock a long, lascivious lick. Saliva dripped from her chin to the edge of my cock. "I want you to please me, Uncle. I want you to eat the shit out of me. I haven't had a guy go down on me in years."
She lifted her right leg over my face, kneeling over me. Right in front of me was her smooth crimson vulva, her lips thickened with pregnancy, her cunt inundated with the intoxicating smell of pussy juice.
I grabbed her and buried my face in her pussy like a man burying his face into a watermelon, licking as deep inside her as I could. She began sucking my cock as I lapped into her cunt. She pushed her ass into me as I continue to eat her, even teasing her asshole with my tongue. She jumped and gasped my cock in her mouth, giving me a rush of thrill with her warm breath.
I was starting to lose track of time. The whole room was beginning to reek of her aroma, of pregnancy and incest. Grabbing her thighs, I sucked her pussy nice and hard.
"Oh, Uncle, that's the spot! Right there! Keep licking me."
Right away, I felt her body clenched and she let out a muffled cry. She climaxed. I gave her one orgasm after another, feeding my mouth with her juices. Her stomach became rock-hard and I was afraid that she was going to give birth right on me. I felt her shuddering orgasm one more time and she sighed, taking my cock back into her mouth.
I was already drenched in sweat and my face was covered in her juice, and I was enjoying every moment of it. Chloe played with me, teasing me along the way and taking me right to the edge of ejaculation, then letting it subside. It got to the point where my balls was starting to ache and I felt like I could explode anytime yet I didn't want to. I wanted this night to last as long as possible.
Then Chloe got off me and let out a soft chuckle. Before I knew it, she straddled me, looking down at me with those big, loving eyes and her massive breasts heaving in excitement. My cock was full-fledged in front of her warm belly, rubbing and pulsing against it. Her hair fell across her shoulder, sweaty and a little disheveled but she was reminded me of a goddess.
"I want you to fuck me, Uncle," she whispered. "It's what I always wanted, to share my body and my baby with you."
I half-rose, feeling my heart thud in my chest, muttering, "I don't know, Chloe." But she pushed me back again. Then took hold of my raging hard-on and positioned herself right over it. She rubbed the head of my cock back and forth between her pussylips until it was fully lubed with her own juice.
"You want to meet my baby?' she teased me. "Don't tell me that you don't want to meet my baby."
Then she sank down on me, slowly . I felt my cock engulfed in a very tight, wet world and I knew I was in heaven. She leaned forward so that her nipples touched my chest, and then she shoved her mouth into mine, giving me a nasty tongue inspection. Finally, I was completely inside her and it felt like the whole world was standing still.
She lifted herself back up and pushed herself down on me, making my cock sink even deeper in her. Chloe looked down on me, smiling. She started to move up and down on me. Her breasts bounced as she rode me, and she grabbed her hair, pulling it above her head as she landed on me. Every time she landed on me, she grunted under her breath and she was making strange facial expressions. Without bothering to slow down, she fucked me even harder, grinding her wet pussy on my cock with furious determination. She was sweating bullets from her forehead all the way down to her pregnant tummy. I clenched on the bedspread, unbridled and unable to hold it in any longer.
As if reading my mind, Chloe leaned towards me and made a snorting sound of pleasure into my ear. Suddenly, out of nowhere, I felt her child kick and stir against my cock. This was the ultimate turning point. For a split second, my brain was in cloud nine and like a floodgate bursting open, I felt the first jet of semen explode into her fertilized womb.
She yelped as I climaxed violently again, and like a series of uncontrollable eruption, I came again, and again. It wasn't long until a puddle of semen was leaking all over us. Dazed, I reached for her breasts and squeezed them together, still feeling myself squirting more cum into her. It was the most intimate and sexual-awakening feeling I've ever felt.
"Mm, God, you just keep on coming, huh?" she moaned, massaging my sperm from my belly and licking it off her fingers. "You might be giving me twin."
I was in another world, still stuck in a haze. I watched as she pulled herself off me. More cum was dripping from her snatch like a bad faucet and she was completely drenched in sweat. She collapsed on her back, breathing deeply.
I felt another wave of sexual urges rushed inside me and I knew I had to get it out of my system. I looked at her and said, "Chloe, I need to you again. Right now."
She smiled lazily, her hands resting on her pregnant belly. "I'm yours, Uncle. Do whatever you want with me." Then she opened her legs.
Like a possessed man, I crawled toward her, my undying cock swinging toward to her pussy. I positioned myself between her sprawled legs and shoved my cock into her puckered asshole. Chloe's eyes widened and she made an effort to move away but instead let out a long exhale and braced herself as I pushed my cock deeper into her anal canal. It wasn't long until I was inside her tight shithole.
"Oh my fucking God!" she screamed, arching her back.
I covered her mouth, shushing her softly, and then continued to fuck her. It was awkward trying to fuck a pregnant woman in her asshole on this position but it worth an effort. She was moaning in pleasure as my shaft penetrated deeper into no-man's-land. I started to fuck her harder and grunted every time I thrust into her. In a throe of ecstasy, she screamed into my hand, twisting and loving every rhythm. I held onto her and kept shoving deeper into her asshole, feeling her belly growing bigger into my stomach.
Then she began to finger herself furiously, rubbing and slapping her cunt. I continued to fuck her, feeling my balls touched her ass. I pulled my cock all the way to the edge and then shoved into her like a machine. She erupted into an intense orgasm and instead of screaming, she began panting loudly. Her asshole tightened, giving me that final touch of stimulation I needed.
"Shit!" I groaned, and pulled out. I mounted on top of her, feeling that inevitability coming from my loins, and ejaculated a long rope of semen on her beautiful face. She stuck her tongue out and I spewed a nasty bout of jizz into her mouth. Then I came on her massive breasts, dumping loads of warm thick cum on her nipples. And, finally, I aimed my cock at her pregnant stomach and shot another obscene amount of semen on her, splattering her with white goo. Moaning and writhing, she started rubbing my cum all over her body.
Like a drunken boar, I lifted her legs in the air and shot a couple weak ropes on her matted beaver. Now she smelled like a whore. I dropped her, breathing heavily, admiring the damage I've done. There was something about this sight: a beautiful young woman, lying naked on the bed, pregnant and absolutely stained with semen from her own uncle. She looked at me with those divine blue eyes and gave me an affectionate smile. "Hold me, Uncle."
I crawled toward her and held her from behind, feeling my cock rubbing against her buttocks. I held her like this until she felt asleep. I gave her a long kiss on the lips and whispered good-night to her.
Then I got dressed, took a quick shower, and managed to sneak back into bed with my wife. It was already way past midnight. I slept like a baby.
The next day, I woke up with a feeling of disbelief and satisfaction along with that feeling of wanting more. It felt like it was all a dream and it never happened but I knew right away that it did happen. Yet somehow I knew that it wasn't going to happen again. I also knew that Chloe would be gone this morning, without saying good-bye to me, and go on with her own life. I knew I'd probably never see her again. It was too good to be true and my wife confirmed my fears when she told me our niece left.
But later that morning, I found a piece of paper in my wallet. Quickly, feeling a pang of hope, I opened it and started reading the note. It was an address of a motel not far from our town and there I recognized Chloe's handwriting, "I'll be waiting for you in Room 24."
I smiled, feeling alive for the first time in decades.