"I-I'm sorry Melissa," Greg said, turning away and heading out the door, leaving Melissa with her hands on her hips, pouting. Greg called his mother, Jen, as he made his way to the car he used personally to get between his parent's houses easily.
"Greg?" Jen said on the other end. Greg could hear music in the background, knowing what that meant.
"Hi Mom," Greg gulped. "I need to see you soon. Are you at work?"
"Yes, but that's alright sweetie," Jen smiled. "I'd be happy to have you visit." Greg thanked her and hung up, secretly happy to visit as well.
Jen Willford worked at a Vore Club in town and a very popular one at that. Mothers paraded around on stage, showing off their enormous bellies and breasts, thanks to the children they held inside. Greg had a great fetish for women with big bellies, especially if it was the result of unbirth or oral vore. He also loved women with huge "pregnant" breasts after taking their children. In fact, Greg was always filled with hormones and lust around voring mothers and attractive women in general. This was, in his mind, due in part to him still being a virgin.
By this point in their lives, most teenagers in this world would have lost their virginity, particularly to their mothers. But with the divorce, things had been complicated in the family and Greg never got intimate with Jen. He didn't even know if Jen felt that way about him, since she was never very eager to unbirth or vore him in any way. He could barely remember being carried around in her belly when he was two or three when the family had to travel, but not much besides that.
Greg's friends were always pestering him about Jen, bragging about having sex with their own mothers or step-mothers after being unbirthed. "C'mon, she doesn't carry you around in those breasts of hers? There's clearly tons of room!" they'd say. That was something else that made Greg uncomfortable: Jen was gorgeous. She married Greg's father and got pregnant when she was young and was still a curvy, gorgeous woman with an incredible chest.
With all her looks, Jen was not a model or an on-stage performer at the Vore Club she worked at. Instead, Jen was a "hostess," serving drinks and arranging private shows. Despite her limited role, this is why Greg doesn't live with Jen. Normally, she would have custody, but they had an elderly, very conservative man as their judge and he found Jen's job as evidence of an "unhealthy" atmosphere for Greg. Jen and Mark worked out a visitation schedule by themselves, but the judge's ruling still held.
Greg went into the club, called "Gaia's Belly," and asked for Jen Willford. She was in the back, preparing between shifts. Greg walked past women with enormous bellies, laughing and entertaining customers, until he made it to the back room. "
"Greg!" Jen smiled, waving to Greg with one hand. With her other, Jen was rubbing vaseline against her huge breasts, supported in a tiny bikini, made with reflective silver material. Greg was used to seeing his mother like this and could resist blushing, but he couldn't stop his erection. "Glad you're here. I couldn't make the wedding, but I wanted to see you sometime today. I thought it might be tough for you seeing your father marry someone else."
"That wasn't the hard part," Greg said, eyeing a woman with a belly the size of a beach ball, patting and rubbing it with a big grin. "It's kind of a long story. Do you need to go back to work?"
"Actually, I do," Jen sighed, giving Greg a kiss on the cheek. "Go sit in the VIP section and wait for me. Mrs. Bailey is on stage for the next half hour. You remember her, don't you?"
"Yep." How could he forget? Stacy Bailey had triplets around Greg's age who she unbirthed all at once. Greg couldn't wait to see her stage.
Back out in Gaia's Belly, Greg was trying to hide his personal arousal as he watched Mrs. Bailey and her colossal belly bounce and swing around as she rubbed and caressed it. There was plenty of movement inside her, evidenced by the outlines on the walls of her belly, which only made Greg picture her three girls, all as gorgeous as her, embracing one another inside her womb. Halfway through the performance, Jen sat down beside her son, letting out a long sigh as she put a glass of soda in front of her.
"Wow, she's really going at it today, isn't she?" Jen smiled.
"Yeah, she's impressive," Greg said, drinking his soda quickly as Jen turned to him, resting one elbow on the table, her breasts hanging down.
"So, tell me what's on your mind, sweetie," Jen said. Greg let out a long sigh and turned to Jen.
"Melissa asked me to call her Mom, which wasn't too bad...but then...she said she wants to breastfeed me and breast vore me," Greg said. "She said it was an idea she and Dad had, but somehow, I doubt it."
Jen was speechless. "She...said all that to you?"
Greg nodded. "And she seemed like she wanted me to start right away." He looked at his glass and back at Jen. "I felt...funny about it. When she was dating Dad, she seemed really nice and I don't mind her being in the house, but I don't want her to push you out."
"You'll never be able to push me out," Jen smiled, hugging Greg tightly, the side of her breasts pressing against her son. "But as for Melissa...did you tell her that made you uncomfortable."
"H-honestly...I haven't made up my mind about it," Greg blushed as his phone buzzed. "It's Dad. He wants me to come back home for dinner." Greg and Jen stood up and hugged, leaving big wet spots on Greg's shirt. "I'll talk to you again soon Mom. I get to visit for longer soon, after all."
"Yes, I'll talk more with you then," Jen smiled, waving as Greg walked away. Although she smiled and continued to look professional, she feared that Melissa might be able to push Jen out of Greg's life. Jen met Melissa before and knew that she was...charismatic. She was warm, friendly, and absolutely, drop-dead sexy. Jen would put her body up against any woman's, but with Melissa, for the average person, it would likely be a toss-up. Jen looked on stage and saw Stacy cooing and rubbing oil over her belly. Maybe she needed to be more motherly toward Greg...even if that included vore.
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