Stepmom

Candace is living with her stepson Dave, her husband on a business trip. She has been having an affair with her stepson and strongly suspects that the 20 babies she is pregnant with are actually his.

My hands were trembling as I read the piece of paper in my hand. My name was printed, along with my parents', but there was another name.

Gestational Surrogate: Gwen Talley

I wasn't sure if I was misreading at first but the rest of the hospital records made no doubt in my mind. I was born through a surrogate, not through my own biological mother. All I was doing was looking for my birth certificate to renew my passport and I find all of this packaged with it in my parents' office.

Strangely, it all kind of made sense. I never got along with my parents. They were always distant and cold and never felt like they knew how to raise a child, nor did they seem to have all that much interest in the matter either. Both of my parents were ridiculously wealthy so maybe part of that could be excused with them being busy but really, they made a ton more money than they deserved. My parents did not have long hours at the office or have to travel out of state or overseas for months and months at a time. Besides, I knew kids around town growing up who were not as fortunate as me, with parents who worked multiple jobs, and they were loved and cared for far better by their mothers and fathers.

I had done alright for myself. I made friends, I found other connections, and I tried to raise myself to be everything my parents weren't: kind, curious, friendly, just generally trying to enjoy life and help people I met if I could. But there was always that little piece missing in my life from not having caring parents. Seeing this piece of paper in my hand, I felt like I might have that missing piece.

Searching Gwen's full name got me a website: GivingBelly.com. It was clearly a surrogacy agency of some sort. I gulped, thinking about who this woman might be. Most surrogates were women in their late 30s or even their 40s who had a bunch of kids already and were willing to use their fertile womb to make some money and help out other people. I didn't know how much I'd get out of meeting some woman who was now in her 50s or 60s who carried me around in her belly in exchange for a paycheck, but I felt this twinge in my chest. I had to go. I had to find out.

The GivingBelly website got me an address. It was a two hour drive and it was across state lines but it was worth it. I'd been looking to move anyway. Living so close to my parents always sent a shudder down my spine. If me and Gwen got along, who knows? It might be cool to live near the woman who was pregnant with me.

I pulled into a quiet, suburban neighborhood, double-checking that I had the right address repeatedly, as I finally stopped in front of a plain ranch-style house. I gulped, feeling my hands tremble again as I stepped out and walked up to the front door. With a deep breath and throwing caution to the wind, I knocked on the door as my other hand gripped the papers that showed how I was born.

There was an uncomfortable silence after I knocked. I'd already worked up the nerve to knock, now I had to do it again? With a sigh, I rapped my knuckles harder on the wood door.

"Okay, okay, I'm comin!" A muffled woman's voice yelled from inside the house. I could hear heavy footsteps getting closer until the door opened. Before I could see anyone, a low, rumbling yawn rolled out. Once the door was fully open, I saw Gwen. One look and I knew it had to be her.

In front of me was the largest pregnant woman I had ever seen. Her belly was perfectly round and was wider than she was tall, and she was sniffing six feet if she wasn't already there. I could not see all of it looking through the door frame but her belly button was pointed right at me, now a fist-sized outie nub. A slight linea negra was radiating out from this huge swollen navel, but other than that, Gwen's pregnant belly was totally free of stretch marks, blemishes, rashes, or any other kinds of marks from what I could see. I knew because all of her pregnant middle was hanging out for me to see. Gwen had on a white sheer top but it was being used as a bra, holding a pair of breasts as big as beach balls in place, though her dark nipples could see be made out through the light fabric. Her belly was too big for me to see what she had on around her hips and legs.

Gwen was rubbing one eye as she finished out her yawn but I could see the other one was a beautiful, rich brown. Her skin was a light peach tone but she had such a strong maternal glow, it was as though she was sculpted from solid gold. Speaking of gold, flowing blonde locks of hair hung down from her head, tickling her breasts as a few strands got stuck in her deep and exposed cleavage. As her mouth opened for her yawn, I could see her soft, coral lips move, each one full and juicy. Her non-yawning hand was glued to the top of her pregnant middle, rubbing and stroking it slowly.

My picture of a woman with lots of kids in her 60s was off. Way off.

"Sorry, slow walking place to place," Gwen said with a sweet smile. Even her voice was gorgeous. Her gaze moved to the papers in my hand and she let out a little sigh. "And I don't buy door-to-door. But try the lady down the way. She's a real sucker." Gwen giggled and flashed me a wink that made my heart melt. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a busy day of eating snacks and growing babies to get back to."

"A-actually," I stammered as she began to turn away. Once Gwen turned, I could see she had on a pair of yoga pants with a space-themed print on them. These pants were seriously having their elasticity tested as her ass turned the cartoon of the moon into Jupiter and had a number of constellations stuck between each ass cheek. She stopped and began to look back at me but I froze in place. I was already so nervous about this meeting but her being so...incredible was not something I'd prepared for. "I'm not a salesman or anything like that. My name is David and a little over 20 years ago, I-I think you were pregnant with me."

Gwen's bright brown eyes got wide and she turned her considerable weight back to face me. "Oh. Oh! Wow, holy shit. Huh, this is a first." She put her hands on her hips, marveling at me before she began to wobble and lose balance. With a groan, Gwen put one hand on her belly and one on her lower back. "Come in, I guess. Sorry, the cleaning lady has today off, mostly because she is me, and I'm too big to do much." As Gwen laughed, she waddled into the house and I followed behind. Once inside her home and in her hallway, I could see just how massive her pregnant belly was. She had to have more than a dozen babies growing in there, and that was if she was full term! The hallway was wider than my wingspan and her stomach was close to rubbing the walls as it bounced and shook with each of her lumbering steps. It was like a pinball rolling down the shaft, only connected to a woman with a supermodel's proportions. Gwen seemed like she was in great shape, and if this was any other pregnancy, I'd bet she wouldn't look pregnant from behind. But when you have a belly this big, that possibility goes out the window.

But as I scanned the hallway's limits to admire her size, I also noticed the handrails lining the sides. As soon as she waddled her way into the main living room, I saw how these changes were not limited to just the hall. There were railings everywhere, plus cushions, seats everywhere, an enormous couch, countless bottles of lotion and skin cream, plus various treasure troves of snacks. It was a pregnant paradise.

"I guess you figured out who I am, but not to be rude, hiya. I'm Gwen," she said with a strained chuckle, beginning to lower herself onto the couch. She finally crashed down with a padded thud. "So here I am, the lady with the womb. Do you happen to remember how many you were born with? I'm sorry, but I've birthed literally hundreds over the years, it's hard to remember just one." She patted the space next to her, though with all that belly and booty, it would be a tight fit.

I cautiously made my way over and sat in the small space between her and the armrest. I was taller than Gwen by about a head but with her curves and her goddess-like aura, I felt like a tiny speck next to her. "To be honest, I don't know. I only just learned I was born to a surrogate this morning. I found your name and this was the address listed for your, um, business so I came here as soon as I could." I blushed and hung my head. "I never got along with my parents so when I learned someone else gave birth to me...well...I thought maybe I would get along better with you than them."

Gwen sighed and shifted her hips and weight some so she could reach and put both hands on my cheeks. "Here, let me look at you." She turned me toward her before cupping my chin so she could look deep into my face. "Ahh, I remember your eyes. I always remember the eyes. You were born October, 22 years ago, one of 5, unrelated to the other 4. This is so sweet to see you again. Say hi to your womb-mates, by the way." She gestured to her huge belly, as if it needed pointing out. "Twenty of them, They'll be here in a few more months, I suspect."

"T-twenty?" I sputtered. I was already nervous having to look straight into her face with her so close to me. From here, I could tell that she had to be in her early 30s at the most but that was impossible. But to learn that she was carrying so many...

"What, you didn't notice that I'm sorta big?" Gwen laughed, brushing her blonde hair out of her face and breasts. "Yep, twenty. The orders keep getting bigger and bigger. But hey, that's the miracle of modern medicine for you, plus my own fertile genetics and good 'ole luck."

"Can I...feel?" I asked quietly, even though it was only the two of us, not counting the 20 fetuses squirming inside of her. "It's just that, I've never touched a pregnant woman's belly before and it's right here and given how we're-"

"Hey, you used to live here. Of course you can rub!" Gwen laughed, taking my hands and forcing them against her belly. I gasped, though that seemed to make her laugh. But it felt so unexpected: her belly had the softness of skin with a bit of give but it was still so firm, almost like stone. And it gave off so much warmth, but it was part of her body after all so that only made sense. "Honey, relax, you won't hurt them in there. Really rub!" I pressed my hands in more and spread them out, really exploring the vastness of her stomach. "It's not often I get people being shy with my tummy. When you get this big, you're practically city property and everyone thinks they can touch and feel. I swear, some days I think they'll wheel me into a petting zoo and everyone can get their turn gawking at me." Her little complaint made me back away again but Gwen just laughed and put her hands over mine. "Oh no, that doesn't include you, dear. You grow in Gwen's belly, you get to touch Gwen's belly."

"Thank you. It feels...nice," I said, gulping and trying to focus my attention on her maternal middle. If it wasn't sexy enough on its own, her breasts were so large that they were always in my line of sight and it was hard to stroke her belly and not get close to them, at least the way we were sitting. "I-I gotta say, I didn't know you were still working as a surrogate when I came over here. I figured you were just running an agency."

"Nope, always on the clock. You were one of my first 'clients,' actually," Gwen said, resting her elbow on her tits as her head rested in her palm while she watched and studied me. "Weird story: my mom also was a surrogate, only she had a whole mess 'a kids beforehand. After surrogate baby #3, I get a letter saying my test results are through the roof and a bunch of families want my services as a surrogate." She giggled. "But the agency and hospital made a mix-up since me and Mom have the same last name and they sent a letter to an 18 year old girl who had never been pregnant! But the test results were real and I had top notch breeder genes. So, my Mom let me have a crack at it and the agency went against their usual policy and let me do it. Good for them because this belly brought them a ton of cash! And I made out pretty well too. From there, I set up my own agency and the rest is history."

"You were 18," I said, doing the math quickly in my head. "So you're...40?"

She laughed loudly. "You sound more surprised than when you found out I had 20 babies kicking around in here." Gwen preened and showed off her face. "Yep, those pregnancy hormones really keep my skin looking nice, huh? I bet I could pass for your sister."

"You look great," I blurted out.

"Aww, hon, thank you," Gwen said, smiling and sticking out her bottom lip. "Sorry I can't do much more than sit here and invite you to rub my tummy. When you're this big, there's not a lot you can do. It's just snacks and whatever trashy TV is on. The glamorous life of a surrogate, huh?"

"I don't mind," I said, feeling my cheeks continue to burn. "A-After all, you carried me around in...in here and I'm not even your son so it's the least I can do to pamper you a bit."

Gwen sighed and smiled again, wrapping one arm around my neck and shoulders and pulling me in close for a side hug. My body pressed up against her breasts, feeling them bounce and squeeze against me as she pulled one of my hands over her stomach and held it against a specific spot. Suddenly, I could feel a strange scurrying feeling, as if an animal had just crawled across my palm. "You feel that kick? That used to be you. Kicking and growing inside me, making me big and proud to be a breeder. I loved you the whole time I carried you, and ever since. I just want you to be happy. Just like I want for these 20 more, and the next ones, and after that. I was young with you, maybe a little more carefree, but now I'm glad you are here. Plus, look at what a cutie you turned into!"

I smiled bashfully. "W-well you're a good looking lady yourself so maybe it brushed off on me while I was in there." I rubbed and tickled her pregnant stomach some more where I felt kicking and squirming inside. "But this is all so exciting! I'd love to meet the other four you carried along with me in there. It's like a...a..." I sighed and let my emotions take over and wrapped her up in a big hug, ending up smushed between her gigantic breasts. "Thank you. For the first time in...forever, I feel like I really belong. Like I'm in the right place."

She hugged me back too, tightening the grip. My whole midsection was pressed against her belly and I felt my erection tap her large knob of a belly button. With a deep sigh, I brought my head up from her chest. Right then, she planted a peck on my lips and smiled. "For the first time in forever, I feel something too, hon." I backed away, my eyes getting wide. "I can tell when someone is staring at me, you know."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I said as I tried to make my way to the other end of the couch. "I...you are so beautiful and your breasts are incredible and...to be honest...I have always had, let's say, a crush on pregnant women." I groaned and buried my face in my hands. "I'm sorry, this is all getting out of hand. This is bringing up a lot of mixed emotions and I really want this to go well."

"No, baby, it's fine," Gwen said, reaching out and taking my hands. She had to lean forward to reach with her big belly in the way. "Listen...when you look like this and you have people staring at you, it's usually in dismay or horror. Sometimes people stare in admiration. But when you look at me, I could tell you feel different." She rubbed her thumbs against the back of my hands. I slowly brought my head up, still embarrassed. "And if I was upset about it, would I do this?" Suddenly, she tightened her grip on my hands and pulled me in close. When I was in range, she leaned in and kissed me on the lips again, this time with more force and care. She used her tongue to open my lips up and kept kissing me, all while taking my wrists and making sure my hands went right onto her breasts, feeling her nipples trace against my fingers.

My eyes closed by reflex and I only used my sense of touch: I felt my waist rub against her firm, smooth pregnant stomach that was big enough to house the two of us now. I felt my hands squeeze her massive, full breasts, with her nipples getting harder and harder. I felt my lips press against her smooth, wet mouth and let my tongue lightly stroke against hers, each time making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

We finally broke the kiss to get some air, and Gwen fluttered her eyelids at me. "You know a lot about pregnant girls, David?"

"I-I've read up. I like to...know about pregnancy," I said. No point being coy now.

"Well some pregnant women, when they get full of new and powerful hormones, they get horny. And David, being a surrogate for as long as you've been alive, I've had so many hormones running through me, it's like a never-ending puberty and I'm back in eighth grade. I'm the biggest, roundest, and horniest gal you'll ever meet in your life right now. And then...you show up." Gwen exhaled deeply through her nose and looked me up and down, biting her lip as she did so. "You said you want to get to know me, and honey, I want to get to know you too. And there's one great way two people can get close and really learn about one another."

I nod, my body starting to tremble again. "Gwen, that was my first kiss." I looked down for a moment, her swelling cleavage filling my view. She understood the cue and lifted one hand for me to hold. "I want to do more 'first' things with you."

She smiled and leaned up to kiss me on the cheek. "Of course, dear. Being big with babies most of my adult life, I haven't had much action either. We'll take care of each other." Gwen giggled and winked. "Besides, not like you haven't been inside me before."

"Yes, I want to be back inside of you," I said, working up more and more courage. "I want to feel your fertile, pregnant body move and bend and buck at my touch and I want you to guide me and support me as I explore your body...the way I used to explore your womb." I kissed her, initiating it this time. Gwen laughed and squealed as she kissed me back, both of us holding on to each other's arms.

"That's good, you're learning fast. I'm so proud of you. From the humble beginnings of my rented womb to...this," Gwen cooed, looking me over. "Now, we can either have some fun on this un-romantic little couch or you can be a good boy and help this swollen breeder down to her bedroom."

As eager as I was to have sex with Gwen as soon as possible, even a virgin like me could pick up the clues in her words. I stood and reached my arms down to pick her up. Gwen steadied herself against me, slowly getting to her feet so she could waddle down the hall. I stayed close to her, my erection poking her plump rear end as my arms wrapped around her belly. "You love being pregnant, don't you?" I murmured in her ear.

"You have no idea. I almost come just looking in the mirror," Gwen said in a breathy voice. "I got so jealous of watching Momma waddle around with her big belly and when I got to be a surrogate, I was over the moon. I love being a breeder, knowing I am nurturing all this life inside of me. Though just once, I'd like be bred the old-fashioned way..."

We got to her bedroom. There were double the number of snacks and skin creams in here, plus scattered sex toys. The bed was really impressive – it was so big, I stopped thinking about sex for a moment and pitied the movers who had to get it in here.

"Mmm, right here, baby," Gwen said, pointing lazily. I waddled her over the edge of the bed and she plopped down hard, letting out a very erotic groan. "There we go..." She started to massage her belly as I scurried to face her, watching the woman who carried me inside her with care. "You trust me, don't you David?"

"I'll trust you forever and ever," I said, nodding hard.

Gwen purred, stroking one hand up her belly to one breast, cupping it and supporting its weight in her hand. Her nipples were large, dark spots on her white sheer shirt and it even looked like they were getting wet stains now. Her yoga pants were rolling down her backside, slowly losing their reach over her butt. If she wasn't pregnant, her hips would be twice as wide as her waist. And to cap it all off, there was that amazing, colossal pregnant belly with that swollen nub of a belly button: the sign of a true breeder even if she had never been fucked to get this way.

"You trust me to take good care of you?" My face must have answered her question because Gwen laughed and leaned back slowly. "Then listen: I want you to undress, and then, I want you to kiss all over my big, huge baby belly. Much as you want, sloppy and messy. Then, feel up these big milky titties and get this fucking shirt off me. After that, I want you to make sure that dick is nice and hard."

"It's already hard but...I think it can get harder," I said, stripping and nearly leaping into the bed to start kissing and stroking her belly. It was surreal to know that this was the pregnant stomach I grew in and I felt honored to know I helped to stretch it out and get it to its current size in my own way. I felt the flurry of kicking going on inside of her and I took it as a good sign that I was warming her up. Her skin tasted sweet and hot and I made sure to wrap my lips around her belly button, suckling on it like it was a third nipple, not that I ever got to breastfeed from her when she gave birth to me and handed me off to my parents.

"Mmm, babe, when you're this pregnant, that little nub basically becomes another G spot," Gwen said, her voice rising a few octaves. I smiled and pressed my naked body against her closer, starting to smell her lap getting more and more wet. "You sure you haven't done this before? Could have fooled me." I worked my way up to the top curve of her belly and Gwen took the chance to grip my exposed erection and, gently, squeezed and stroked it.

I looked her deep in the eyes, watching them tremble as even she was blushing now. "This feels right," I said quietly.

Gwen nodded back. "It feels like the only right thing to do, hon."

"I want to care for you and your amazing womb for the rest of my life! You are a natural baby factory and I adore you!" I remembered her instructions and tried to take off her shirt, grabbing and fondling her breasts in the process. She was so big and the shirt was so tight that I had to just tear it off, exposing her naked chest in the process. It was my first up-close, real pair of tits and I could not have asked for better ones.

Gwen pushed her arms together, making her cleavage even more prominent. "I'm proud of you, taking charge like that. And see these? All big and full of milk? Really, that's your fault, isn't it? You bad boy, look what you did to me? Aren't you proud of yourself?" Each of her breasts were bigger than a pregnant woman's belly when she's overdue.

"Yes...yes o-oh god, I did this! I made you so swollen and thick and round!" My mind was going wild and I let instinct take over. Planting both feet on her bed, I thrust my erect cock in between her breasts, using them to masturbate me. "I love your fertile, breeder body and...and I love you, Gwen!"

"I love you too, baby boy, come on my tits if you need to. The big breeder momma understands. Just promise me one thing, okay?" I nodded, eager as I continued to titty-fuck her. "Promise me that you are going to keep coming around here and making me feel so sexy and hot, being this big. Okay?" The bed creaked with our motion and weight, as droplets of milk formed on her nipples and dribbled down onto her belly.

"V-visit? I...I want to live here, helping you! You can barely waddle without me," I said, panting as I looked down at her smiling face. "You could always use an assistant, right?"

Gwen's smile grew. "Right!" she shouted. "Oh god, hon, I need you back inside of me!" I pulled out and hurried onto the bed. With impressive speed and strength given her pregnant size, Gwen moved to get on her knees, propping herself up with her stomach while her hands continued to fondle her own chest. I yanked down her yoga tights and thankfully she had no underwear on underneath. I stared right at her dripping labia, where she pushed me out 22 years ago. I assumed the position behind her and, for the second time in my life, I was inside of her vagina. The fertile teenager my parents paid to gestate me and I was now back, pounding away inside of her warm, wet sex while my hands traced her squirming, taut pregnant belly.

"I-I'm doing it! I'm losing my virginity to a pregnant woman!" I shouted, letting out the first thoughts to come into my head as I was working on pure libido. "Oh fuck, this is so hot!"

"That's it, baby! Fuck this breeder's wet little pussy, ugh!" Gwen's hormones had run her into a red hot frenzy. As I took her hard, I could hear her voice shriek with an orgasm as she tightened around my shaft. "Fuck that pregnant pussy! Fuck, oh yes, never stop! I'm all yours!"

"I'm all yours too! And I want to breed you one day and fill up this big belly!" I moaned.

"Yes, please, I want to grow our children in my belly!" Gwen wailed. At that, I groaned and erupted, truly losing my virginity with one strong ejaculation as I spilled ropes of my seed inside of her super fertile body, holding her close as we rode out our orgasms together.

As the orgasms died down to the point where I was no longer stunned, I bent down and peppered her sweaty, bare back with kisses. "Thank you...thank you for this and thank you for carrying me inside of your tummy."

"Thank you for making me a real preggo all those years ago," Gwen cooed, her heavy, swollen, and worn-out body collapsing against her bed. I pulled out of her and cuddled up close, my dripping erection prodding her belly as my hands squeezed her leaking breasts. Our faces were close enough that her lips brushed against mine as she spoke softly. "So, you want to be my assistant, huh?" She reached one hand up and dragged it through my hair. "When can you start?"