Josie was suffering, she was a big miss, almost six foot tall and she probably weighed 260 pounds or more than. And of trend it didn't help that it was currently summer and the weather had been hot for calendar week and as always humid. Most sept could handle the heat but the humidity made every part of you sweat if you did anything manual.

Precisely at this time Josie was not manual, in fact she was laid out flat on her bed, naked but for a thin covering sheet and she was trying to get comfortable. Josie's added trouble was the ever expanding tummy in which not one but two babies were forming and only a couple of months away from being born.

Her blood pressure was high, she was hot, she was fed up, she was worried about what happened side by side. The man of her dreams, or at least the guy who stuck his dick and seminal fluid in her, had disappeared. Within day of her telling him about becoming a daddy to twins, he had moved out and left town, address unknown.

Josie lived with her Mom, her begetter had wandered off a few years back, and Mom had raised Josie, got her through school, offered to pay her through college but Josie declined.

Her Mom would have had to work a second job to pay for college and Josie certainly did not find it was essential for her to get a qualification.

Josie was a hoops histrion, although she weighed heavy she was solid and fit, she was nimble enough, in fact she had been tested and was a fast public mover. Sadly the other fast mover in her lifetime had shot his spermatozoan inside her and had not hung around to contract on the responsibility of a family.

Josie was a basketball musician for woof up game. She had been invited, almost dragged to be on the basketball team. However when she got the list of prerequisite needed to be on the team she folded the paper neatly and gave it back.

Josie was a unwavering bookman but one lesson she had excelled at was political economy. She had never studied it but she had lived it. She knew that her Mom had a hard sentence making ends meet and several times her grandparents had supported them, even her father's parents had Lent a bridge player. Josie had never been involved in this but she had picked up the essentials.

Mom sitting at the kitchen mesa, looking at bills and savings bank statements, overheard phone calls. Josie had an in depth, functional knowledge of economics, and the basketball team or a college training didn't fit into her expectations.

Josie was xvii, she was going to be one year ahead of her mom, who had her one and only cosset aged eighteen. Josie was vernal and still had optimism, Mom was still young but had realism.

So Josie lay in her bed, counting off the days in her top dog. It was that frightful time of day when it's light but still night, the last prison term she looked at her clock it was four something am.

The one thing that was worse than all the other matter that were bad were her breasts. Her titty themselves were not bad, in fact they had got her a lot of compliments and a lot of trouble, but with the gestation they had swollen. They were big, and got bigger, and got openhanded, and got more tender and they were driving her mad. They were so sore she could orgasm simply by brushing her finger over her nipples. Then of course doing that made her wet, so he had to go to the bathroom, and the press on her bladder from the babies. Shit it was a never ending nightmare. Well she knew it wasn't never ending but it felt that way.

Her hormones were all over the place, her pettishness was all over the place, her body felt like it was all over the place, and her life was definitely all over the place.

Once she knew she was pregnant she had a one time conversation with the father of her children. total dissipation of clock time. Then she had the 1st of many conversations with her Mom.

Mom had been a upstanding patron. No time to complain, it was immediately the things we had to do. We had to be after. Mom told her what to bear, told her about the changing shape of her body, how it would bear upon her thinker and mannerisms.

It was an early dawning. Josie had tossed and turned all Night, maybe three hours sleep, she was hot and sweaty, she was grumpy and low-down, and for some reason, she could not fathom, she was horny.

She gave up trying to sleep, pressure on her vesica, she struggled up, one-half rolling out of bed, thinking of finding a robe or some clothes, thought fuck it and waddled out the door heading for the bathroom. The bath was halfway to her Mom's room, they were at a distance, Josie guessed for secrecy.

"Oh fuck"It was trashy and heartfelt. Josie had misjudged in the dark and banged her breast against something. Fuck knows what, she was not going to put the light on, there was enough Lady Jane Grey to pee out the physical body of things. She put her paw to her breast and it felt wet.

"Oh Fuck"was repeated, she hurried to the bathroom and switched on a light, she thought she had cut herself, but there was no roue, she ran her hand over her breast again, her nipple was wet and, for fucks sake, so was her slit. Her breast were so bid that she had started another round of tit and clit connecter. Touch a tit, squirm the clit. It drove her mad, getting excited and then finding it so uncomfortable stretching her body to reach down and impart herself off.

She sat on the can seat and peed, or dribbled, she was not too sure as shooting. Then she tried to pass over herself and had to worm and wriggle. She looked up from her travail to see her Mom standing at the doorway.

"Are you OK ? I heard you doss your way down the corridor and sentiment you had broken waters already."

Josie shook her head.

"Mom, I think I might cause another ten old age of being pregnant it is so much fun."

Mom did her noted eye curlicue, she was used to Josie's sarcasm.

"So what's the specific problem rightfulness now ?"

Josie had quite a list of problems right now.

She was embarrassed to be sitting naked on a potty with her Mom looking at her.

She was embarrassed to see her Mom naked, which she did not remember having happened before.

She was embarrassed that her oculus travelled between her Mom's breast and pussy.

She was embarrassed staring at her Mom's completely shave pubic area.

She was stymy that her Mom's nipples were intemperate and pointed.

And she was embarrassed that all of those sights were turning her on.

Fuck, she was a Mom lusting deviant !

In more than formula clip Josie would sustain shrugged, turned red and said zip. Today she had past that point.

"I am hot, uncomfortable, my teat are killing me and I am horny as hell, and I do not bonk what I am supposed to do about it all."

And she burst into flowage of teardrop.

Mom came into the bathroom, collecting a bowlful of water, some dress and towels. She helped Josie stand and walk back to her bedroom and got her lying down. Mom had moved the pillows round so that one was underneath Josie's hips. She told Josie to nurture her hands up and prevail the headboard.

Mom dipped a cloth and squeezed out the extra piss. She patted Josie's human face and wiped her brow. She wiped down her arms and her armpits. Josie squirmed a bit, she was feeling better. Mom wiped round Josie's neck, allowing a bit more water to soak down her tegument. Mom could see how sweaty Josie was and she knew that Josie needed to be cooled down.

Next Mom ran the cloth over her chest and the top of her breasts. Josie shivered. weewee dribbling down her front. Then Mom raised Josie's proper breast and wiped underneath and one shot. The reaction from Josie was profound. Mom told her that the weight of her breast was amazing. Then the other chest got lifted and washed down. Josie was responding to her Mom's relief. She made low voiced moan, and moved her body. Mom then wiped her tit. The impression on Josie was electric. She groaned loudly and rushed her hand down to her crotch. Mom grabbed her carpus and made her let go, putting her hand back up to the headboard. Josie's whimpering told Mom all she needed to sleep together. She washed over Josie's stomach and then aimed down into Josie's pubic area.The textile ran water down the creases of Josie's legs, Josie shivered. Mom ran the cloth back up over her slit and patted down her pubic whisker. Mom riffled through Josie's sybaritic hair and loved the feel.

Josie was lost to the humans, the chill piss, the feeling of Mom washing her body. Mom then got her to lie on her slope. Mom washed her back and over her tush, along the backrest of her stage and washed her groundwork and then got Josie to rove back facing up. Mom then washed up the front of Josie's leg and stopped.

Josie lay there feeling much more make relaxed but her need were totally unrealised. Mom asked what the job was. Josie was so far gone that she simply answered, forgetting to whom she was talking.

"I need to follow and I need to allay the pressure on my tits."

Mom nodded.

Mom put down the wearing apparel and moved the bowling ball of water. She clambered onto the bed, sideways on to Josie. Josie watched intently, Mom was silent and thoughtful.

Mom leaned down resting her elbows on the bed. Mom opened her mouth and covered Josie's teat. Josie immediately twitched. Mom sucked, latching on to the teat, and she drew up Josie's milk. Josie was astonished, not exactly indisputable what Mom was doing, but loving the feeling.

Josie tried to reach her clitoris and slit, she loved the feeling and of form it had made her horny. She could not quite strain, not being as flexible as it used to be. Mom raised her cheek and looked to see what Josie's problem was.

What Mom did next was to drive Josie mad with excitement and embarrassment,

Mom placed her fingers into Josie's slit and started to flip over up and down against her clit.

Josie's moaning was loud and deep voiced. Very outspoken.

Mom was now sucking up milk from her breast and strumming her clit.. Josie was getting hotter and more lesion up. Then Mom moved her hand again and pushed two finger's breadth inside Josie's pussy.

Josie's dead body jump off the bed, she was beyond turned on, she was having the outdo response to her pleasance ever,

Mom's fingers kept moving and then she switched her mouth onto Josie's former breast. Mom was sucking up Milk and drinking down. Josie was already feeling relieved. Mom's finger were speeding up and Josie was anything but still or calm.

Mom, mom, mom and all of a sudden Josie was having the sound orgasm she had ever had.

Mom stopped, leaving her fingerbreadth in place, and raised her oral fissure from Josie's teat.

Mom smiled."Was that helpful, darling daughter ?"

Josie could only nod her point, but her smile say Mom everything .