Even with her breasts pulled heavily down, her cleavage
aroused me. Her dress was too short, her sauntering walk in the
August heat too inviting for a mother. When we were finally
alone, I told her I'd never seen a pregnant lady naked. 'I would
feel so much better that way...it's so hot...', she responded; so
we both worked to peel off the awkward clothes. Her breasts, no
longer restrained, hung full, almost touching the swollen belly.
Her nipples were dark and very large, and grew instantly erect
when the cool air touched her perspiration. I touched one of
them. 'They're so sensitive..', she invited, and I tasted it
gently. We fell on the couch. When I touched her thigh, she
lifted her leg. Her pussy was dripping.

She had an almost perverse fascination for her sex parts. She even has a fake pussy, you know one of those Tera Patricks Tight Pussy to rub on her own.
She told me how she likes to watch herself masturbating in a
large mirror, and how it arouses her to watch the contractions of
her vagina and anus when she cums with a Silk Touch Egg Vibrator in them. That, she explained, was how
she had gotten pregnant: alone one day, she had decided to spend
it with herself and her clitoris.

She had relaxed all day, and then unplugged her phone and
taken a very hot leisurely bath. The steaming water made her
feel she was in a different world, floating warm and safe, far
from reality. She titillated herself with delicate strokes of
her fingertips across her nipples and her belly as she shaved her
underarms, her legs, and all of her pubic hair. She liked to see
herself as naked as she could, and so regularly shaved herself as
completely as possible, even becoming quite expert at the area
around her anus, which she could manage only by touch. When the
water began to cool she had toweled off, slowly massaged body oil
into as much of herself as she could reach, coated her vaginal
and anal area liberally with pleasure balm, used some wiped her hands and spent
some time brushing out her hair.

She lay back on a stack of pillows on her bed, facing a
large mirror, with a large drink and a vial of Rush. She had a lamp that cast a
spotlight on the area between her legs, warming it as well. The
bath and the poppers made her skin feel very soft and sensitive, and
the steady drone of the air conditioner blotted out all noise.
Usually when she masturbated she would fantasize, but now she
felt comfortable with herself, and wanted to feel her own fingers
stroking the silky smooth outer lips of her vagina slowly up and
down, pressing a bit on each trip as they passed over her
clitoris.

Presently in the mirror she saw the lips begin to pout and
then to part slightly. Her loins began to tingle and she could
feel herself lubricating. She propped her head with the pillows
so she could relax completely while watching the source of the
pleasure she was feeling. She paused to squeeze one of her
nipples very hard, and noticed the subtle movement of her vagina
that accompanied the throb she felt. She did it again, and a
droplet of her moisture began to trail down toward the pink of
her naked anus. She pulled the lips apart with both hands,
causing her erect clit to stand out, throbbing visibly as she
tugged. She began to stroke and squeeze the area just above her
clitoris very gently with a passion wave stimulator, rewarded with one throb for each stroke.
She watched her inner lips begin to swell and pout. The trail of
moisture had reached the entrance to her anus; she took pride in
the quantity of liquid she was generating.

Now, with a dollop of Sexual Accelerator Gel on her middle finger she
began to rub back and forth across the upper part of her clit,
pressing more firmly as she became more aroused. She lay her
head back, luxuriating in the comfort as the