My drive home felt so long. I could feel every single bump in the road as the growing pressure in my pelvis kept me on edge. I’m eight months pregnant with my first child, so I’m constantly wondering what is normal and what is cause for concern.

Despite my condition, I have only had sex once. I have never been very social and I went on one date with someone that I met at work. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the best experience. It ended in a one night stand that left me pregnant and alone. Well, not completely alone. I live with my mom. I know it’s weird that I’m 34 and still live with my mom, but I have always been kind of sheltered and awkward. It’s easier this way. My mom raised me as a single mom, so she’s pretty much all I’ve ever known.

My mom is a massage therapist. Once I reached home, I immediately asked her if she thought pressure in my pelvis was normal in pregnancy. She told me that it could be, especially with my huge bump and the fact that I’m still working on my feet all day at my job as a housekeeper at a hotel. She told me to get changed and come to her massage table she has in her workspace downstairs.

I decided I needed to shower first to get the day off me. I lathered up my pregnant body in the comfort of the steam. My breasts feel so heavy and my nipples are huge. I feel like i have sandbags resting on my huge basketball of a belly. My pussy lips have gotten so swollen with pregnancy also. That brings me to my clit… It used to be tucked neatly underneath my pussy lips. Now it protrudes out from between them. It’s weird because now it gets hard sometimes. Especially when I feel this pressure in my lower abdomen that I need to have checked out by my mom.

I get out of the shower and wrap up in a towel. I decide there’s no point in getting dressed, as mom will probably tell me to get undressed at least down to my panties anyway for my massage. I opt not to put any panties on though. My mom sees me naked all the time, and I see her naked. It’s not weird for us because it’s always been just us girls.

I head down the steps in my towel and find my mom waiting for me in her workspace. The room smells of her relaxing essential oil blend, and she tells me to remove my towel and lay down.

She then notices that I have no panties on. “Sia, if you want to cover your vagina with your towel, you can. I will probably need to remove it to work on your lower abdomen though. That’s where the pressure is, right?”

I respond, “Yeah, mom. I’ll leave it off. It’s nice and warm in here anyway so I’m comfortable without konya escort it.”

She smiles softly at me. I lay down on the table on my back. Before I was pregnant and in the early months, I would usually start the massage on my stomach. But my bump is so big and uncomfortable, that it’s impossible these days. Mom then pumps some oil on her hands to get started.

She starts rubbing my hands and arms. It feels so good. My job creates a lot of tension in my hands and arms from all the scrubbing. She works up to my shoulders and neck. The oil gives her so much slip that there is no friction at all. It’s so smooth and relaxing. She gives my temples a few quick cirlcles before moving to my chest. The pressure she applies to my chest is light and perfect for that area.

Mom moves her hands down to my breasts. It feels good to have them rubbed with how heavy they are. My nipples are standing straight up at this point. As mom kneads my aching breasts, I feel the pressure in my lower abdomen intensify.

“Whoa, mom. I can feel that in the spot where the pressure is. It feels so good where you’re rubbing, but that pressure down below is getting uncomfortable.”

She replies, “Oh really? Hmm, baby… That makes me wonder… Well I guess let me work your legs before I check out your belly and pelvis. Just in case there’s anymore sensitive spots.”

I nod in response. Mom massages my feet and up my calves. It hurts so good, to be honest. These spots are also so sore from my work. Mom then moves up to my outer thighs. No sensitive spots yet.

Mom pushes her palms outward against my inner thighs. I feel that pulling sensation of pressure in my lower abdomen. I take a deep breath in sharply.

“Am I hurting you, baby?”

“No, mom. I can feel that in my lower belly but not as intense as when you were rubbing my boobs.”

“Hmm…” is all she says in reply.

Mom moves her hands to my lower abdomen, basically almost to my vulva with how my body is shaped at this point in my pregnancy. She applies light pressure. The tugging sensation deepens. I bite my lip to try to keep from having a noticeable reaction. Mom puts more oil on her hands to keep things moving.

Without an objection from me, mom moves her hand my mound. Everything down there is so puffy. It feels amazing as she works light pressure to my aching mound. That sensation again intensifies and I’m no longer able to hide my panting. I can feel my hard clit moving in and out from under its hood as she makes circles with her fingers on konyaaltı escort my mound.

“Mom, something isn’t right here. This feels good, but that pressure is building. I don’t know what will happen when it comes to a head. I feel like I’m going to explode down there.”

“Shhhh, baby. I’ve got you. This pressure needs to be released. Let me give you relief. Mom knows just what to do.”

I groan as she continues to pick up speed with the circles on my mound.

What happens next is something I never expected. Mom grabs my clit with her thumb and pointer finger and starts rubbing up and down. Almost like she’s milking me like a cow. And speaking of milk, I feel the trickle of liquid roll down my breasts. I look down and see that I’m leaking milk!

I gasp at the sight of this.

“It’s okay, baby. That’s perfectly normal. Be a good girl and hold still.”

I struggle to obey as I have never felt a feeling so intense as my mom jerking my clit while I leak milk. With each tug I feel closer and closer to the edge.

Mom then does the unthinkable and sinks two fingers facing upward into my pussy. I feel lightheaded at this point. She presses them to the front wall of my vagina. The spongy texture of it gives way to her strong hands. She has been a massage therapist for 30 years. She has the perfect hands for this job.

The pressure is so intense that I feel like I could pass out. I feel a third finger enter my aching pussy. The heel of the hand that is milking my clit is putting pressure on my mound and pelvis, so I can feel her hands on the same spot inside and outside of me. I have never felt anything like my mom’s hands working my pussy. This is ecstasy and torture all rolled into one.

I barely notice as mom pushes her fouth finger and thumb up to her knuckles inside me due to the intense pressure but also pleasure I have already been feeling. But I do notice that after she massages my insides for a minute or so that she pushes her fist into me.

My heart drops inside me because I never thought that would be able to fit. I feel so full yet so blissful. She twists and pumps inside me with her fist.

Out of fear of embarrassment, I tell mom “I feel like I might pee on you. This feels so good, but I think you have to stop.”

She shushes me sharply.

She keeps milking my erect clit. It’s got to be an inch and a half long right now. The hood slides back and forth with each movement of her hands. I can’t hide my moans as my mom pleasures my pregnant body.

Mom korfez escort repositions from the side of me where she was jerking my clit and fisting me to where she is looking straight at my pussy. She never stops working her fist into my needy pussy.

She places her full lips onto my clit softly at first. My breath quickens and I’m looking down at her as her eyes meet mine. I could have sworn she smiled a little before latching onto my clit and sucking me off like my clit was a nipple.

She stares straight into my eyes as she uses the strongest suction possible on my clit. She bobs her head just so slightly on my clit. At this point, I’m certain that I’m going to pee on my mom’s face accidentally. I try to squirm away from her to avoid this, but she locks her arm around my thigh and sucks harder.

She twists and pumps her fist even faster inside me. Suddenly I feel this amazing release. My abdomen tights around my bump. I feel a huge gush of fluid from my pussy. I can’t even feel the pang of embarrassment due to the ecstasy of the release I’m feeling.

Mom leaves her fist in me as she lightens up suction on my clit. I start to come down from my high I’m feeling as she kisses my clit gently. I inhale sharply because it’s so sensitive that these gentle kisses almost feel painful. She keeps moving her fist, but much more slowly now. I feel the last few lurches of my release as my pussy clamps on my mom’s fist.

“Do you feel better baby?”

I struggle to catch my breath, but I manage to get a few words out. “I feel so much better, mom. I’m so sorry for peeing on you. I don’t know what just happened but that pressure is gone now.”

She responds, “You didn’t pee, baby. You squirted. You haven’t done that before?”

“No, I have never felt anything remotely like this before.”

“Not even when this happened?” She says as she motions toward my bump.

“No way. That was not a pleasant experience. This was amazing.”

“Oh, my baby. I have failed you by not teaching you about sex and pleasure. I’m so sorry. Things could have turned out so much better for you.”

I feel puzzled as I say, “What do you mean? I don’t think anything could be better than what just happened.”

Mom smiles back at me and kisses my thigh. We look down and realize her fist is still in me. She goes to pull out, but I stop her.

“Maybe if you don’t have anything planned, you could leave it in and we can talk for a bit while I recover from the release you gave me and we could do it just once more? I never want to give that feeling up.”

Mom looks up into my eyes and replies, “For my baby, I have nothing but time and love.”

The rest of my pregnancy has been much more relaxed and enjoyable since mom has helped me get my release. I am feeling more whole as a woman and mom and I are closer than ever.