PREGNANT MISTRESS

BY STEVIE D.

It was hard to sort out my feelings about returning to my hometown after 20 years. I had
to agree with my daughter Karen; it didn't look very inviting. We were coming in on the
south side, and the shacks along the road had been small, neat houses when I'd left.
Would the whole town have run down the same way? I had left Belmont right after my
marriage. Tom was in the Air Force and I followed him from air base to air base until, 18
months earlier, he was killed when his jet fighter crashed on a training mission.

Certainly is wasn't family ties that drew me back--my parents were dead--so maybe it
was homing instinct. Since I lost Tom, there was no longer any need for me to live on
the air base, and no other place seemed right. I had Tom's pension, income from his
insurance policy, and I would manage quite well of I could get a part-time job. I'd rented
out my parents' house after my mother died, and it was the news that the house would
be empty that had started me thinking about coming home to Belmont. If it didn't work
out, I could put the place up for sale and move on. Karen was 14 and entering ninth
grade, though, and I wanted to get settled so she could finish school in one place.

But I was too tired from the long drive to face checking out the house immediately. So,
instead, we drove to a motel for the night. When we got up the next morning, it was
raining and everything held that depressed look of a small town that wasn't going
forward. I was sorry we'd come back, but Karen didn't say anything. She had a
newspaper that gave the registration times for new students at the high school, and she
was supposed to be there that morning. "I forgot they start so early," I told her. "The day
after Labor Day. We'll get you registered, then I'll check the real estate agent about the
house."

It was more like a homecoming to find many of the same teachers I'd had still teaching
at the hight school. We registered Karen, got her schedule arranged, then drove
downtown to the real estate office. The same man was behind the desk who had been
there when I went in with my mother years ago. I began to think the only people in town
were older ones. "You'll need to do some cleaning and painting," the man told me. "The
flooring needs replaced in the kitchen and bathroom, and it will make you a nice home."
I could clean and paint but flooring was beyond my skill level, so he gave me the name
of a place that handled jobs like that. Then we checked the house over and decided it
was good enough to move in immediately. We could do the work afterward.

We moved in the day before school opened. Karen liked her classes from the
beginning. We weren't far away, but she had to ride the bus and she liked that too. "You
get to know the kids quicker on the bus," my 15-year-old daughter explained. "It's a real
nice school, mom. I don't feel so much like a stranger, since so many of the teachers
remember you."

I ordered paint and called up for an estimate on the tile floor. Gib Hawkins came out
later that morning to figure the job. Gib had carried my books in grade school and taken
me to school cookouts and hayrides. We'd had a couple of regular dates and a lot of
group ones in high school. Then he started dating Jeannette Ellison, and I'd met Tom.
"You haven't changed much, Maggie," he said when we'd covered the amenities. "A
little more grown up, but aren't we all?"

He was, that was certain. Gib had been a lanky teenager, with hands and feet too big
for the length of his arms and legs. Now he had filled out, but he wasn't overweight. He
looked like he kept in shape because he enjoyed it, and there was a sureness about
him that hadn't been there before. I'd seen some of our old classmates. Most of the
women were definite matrons, and several of the men had lost their hair. Gib hadn't. His
hair was still thick.

He went about measuring and figuring, and I put on a pot of coffee. After all, we'd
known each other forever, and why shouldn't we have coffee while he told me what the
job would cost? After he'd given me an estimate, he started talking about Belmont. "I'm
surprised you came back. There isn't much doing here," he said. "There never was," I
pointed out. "Any new industries in town," I asked. "A few small ones. And a printing
plant came in a couple years ago with a yearbook office. They brought in their key help,
but they employ a lot of local people too. None of the other places employ more than 50
people, and that doesn't brighten the picture much. Another 20 years and Belmont will
probably be a ghost town."

"Why did you stay," I asked. "It was home. When I got out of the Army, Jeannette's dad
wanted me in his business and we hit it off. When he died I bought out his share from
her brothers and kept on. I make a good living by Belmont standards---I have my own
home, a camp on the river, a boat, a new car every other year. I never did hanker for far
places." Then he changed the subject. "I heard about Tom. I'm sorry."

"It was---terrible," I said. But once the shock wore off, I had to think of Karen. I'd like for
her to stay in one place for her high school years." He nodded. "I know what you mean.
The ones of the old gang who stayed in Belmont have stayed close. Dave Tilson, Joe
Appleby, Don Gordon and Jake Ellis. We get together regularly for poker or fishing or a
camping trip." I remembered all of them. "Did they marry local girls," I asked. "Don got
married in college, but the rest of the wives are from here. Dave married Mary Grumby,
and Joe married Margie Peters--naturally. Don's wife, Beth, came from Indiana. Jake is
the only bachelor." I remembered the girls too. "Are they still the same," I asked. "Pretty
much. At least we don't notice the changes, but you probably would. We'll have a party
and get you reacquainted."

Gib came the next day to start the work on the tile floor and he didn't rush the job. He
had never been one to rush things, but he did a good job and his steady plodding paid
off. We talked, both while he worked and over coffee when he rested. Gib had a boy a
year younger than Karen, and he was proud of him. But Gib didn't talk much about his
marriage to Jeannette. I wondered if he was happy with her, but it wasn't my affair so I
didn't question him.
The last day he worked he told me he and Jeannette would give a party to reintroduce
me to all the old gang. "Nothing formal," he said. "We have a rec room with a charcoal
grill, and it will be more relaxed down there."

"I hope they won't think I'm a fifth wheel because I'm an unattached woman. People
tend to shy away from them, you know," I told him. "Jake is unattached too," Gib
reminded me. "We'll just pair the two of you together and that will make things even, on
the surface at least." I shrugged, then turned the talk to something much more
important. "Do you know where I can get a part-time job," I asked. "The yearbook office
hires during their rush seasons, and the printing plant hires typists," he said. "You could
try both places at the same office." Then he wished me good luck in my job hunting and
went on his way.

The next morning I went down to the yearbook office. The manager interviewed me, and
I was hired right away. The work wasn't hard, but it was interesting. I checked the copy
and pictures that came in from high schools, made sure all the identifications were in
place, then put the material for each page in a separate envelope and sent it on to the
printer. After a few days, I felt like I'd worked there forever.

Gib and Jeannette's was on the Saturday night after I started working. I enjoyed
meeting the old gang and catching up on the years. Beth Gordon and I hit it off together
right away. But Jeannette was the same remote sort of person she had been in school,
and she didn't circulate to see that everyone was having fun. She sat with a couple
women discussing household problems and PTA meetings and let the party take care of
itself. "Bored?" Gib came to sit with me and offered me a drink. "Of course not," I said.
"Don't pretend. Jeannette's parties always poop out because she doesn't care enough
about anyone to make the effort to be a good hostess." There was a definite bitterness
in his voice.

Gib had been a social sort of person, I remembered, always setting up a party or a
picnic. He'd been on committees for school dances and kept them moving. But after he
started dating Jeannette, he began dropping out of things. His problems weren't mine,
though. I tried to act as if I was having fun, and when the party broke up a little later I'd
accepted a couple dinner invitations. Those dinners were more fun than Jeannette's
party, but they didn't develop into anything. I was asked more or less because another
woman was needed to even the seating arrangement. I wasn't looking for fun, I told
myself, so why did I mind? At my age I certainly wasn't looking for romance.

"You're only 38, you're not old, Maggie," Beth told me when I had dinner there. The
extra man that night was a man whose wife was out of town, and he left right after
dinner. Don had settled down to some work he'd brought home, so Beth and I had a real
visit. She was two years younger than me, a dynamic person who could whip up
gourmet dishes while taking care of her four small children. She made a lot of her own
clothes and did all her own housework.
"Still, I'm too old to be shopping for a husband. Besides, they're either too old or too
young, too set in their ways, or else they're not serious," I said. "How about a divorced
man," Beth asked. "I don't know any," I answered. "You may one of these days," she
said. "Sooner or later Gib will break it off with Jeannette. Has she always been the way
she is now? So wrapped up in herself she can't even see the tip of her nose?"

"She was always reserved," I said cautiously. "So you won't gossip," Beth grinned and
filled our coffee cups. "They may stick it out until Brock finishes high school. but the
odds are against even that. A guy can only take so much," Beth told me. I thought about
what she said and I added it to the bitterness I caught in Gib every now and then and
his eagerness for companionship. It wouldn't matter to me if Jeannette and Gib broke
up. I liked Gib and enjoyed visiting with him, but it was more than that. We enjoyed our
coffee together as much when Karen was there as when she was in school. After my
floor was finished Gib dropped in whenever he was in the neighborhood. One evening
he came when I was finishing supper.

"I'd stay if you insisted," he told me, sniffing the stew I was making, "Jeannette and
Breck are at her sister's. She always goes when there's a school holiday like this." It
was near the end of the Christmas vacation. "I hate eating alone," he added. "Then eat
with us," Karen told him, and what could I say? How could anyone object with Karen
right there, talking more than I was? Even when she asked him to eat with us every
night until Jeannette got back, I didn't object. "Let me bring something," he suggested.
"No need," I said. "It's as easy to fix for three as for two. It won't be fancy food," I added.
"I don't care about fancy food," he told me, winking at Karen.

Each night he helped Karen with the extra reading she was doing in two subjects. She
had to outline and report on what she read. The two of them seemed to enjoy those
sessions so much, and I was grateful to Gib for his interest. The last night before the
vacation ended, Karen fixed the table with candles and a cluster of flowers. I baked a
chocolate fudge cake and she put it together and iced it with fancy scrolls and peaks.
Gib brought two small gift wrapped packages. "You've been feeding me, so it's the least
I could do," he said when I started to protest. Karen's was a sterling silver identification
bracelet that opened to hold four small pictures. Mine was a necklace and bracelet set
with interwoven flowers.
"I've really enjoyed eating here," Gib cut another piece of cake. "We've enjoyed it too," I
told him and Karen nodded. "Won't we be seeing you anymore," my daughter asked.
"You'll be seeing me. In a town the size of Belmont, you can't miss," Gib laughed. "But
not for supper," he added. "It's been fun," Karen told him. "I'll still come by when I can,"
he promised, and I felt a little uneasy remembering what Beth had said about a possible
divorce. I didn't want Jeannette to think there was a hidden motive in his coming.

By then, I'd renewed some old friendships and occasionally met some of the girls for
lunch, but when it came to parties I was an extra woman and invited only when there
was an extra man. "I don't see why everything has to be kept on a two-by-two basis,"
Beth grumbled over coffee one Saturday morning. "That's the way our get-togethers are
set up, and with Jake out of town so much, it seems like you never get to the parties."
There was a party that night at the Tilsons'. "I probably wouldn't want an extra woman
around either. We never had to worry in the Air Force," I told her. "I'll bet you didn't," she
said.

Karen was staying overnight with a friend, so I fixed a salad and some soup for supper
and watched TV while I ate. I considered a movie, but decided it was too much trouble
to dress. I was actually nodding in front of the TV when the door chimes brought me to
my feet. I was afraid something had happened to Karen. Gib stood there, grinning
sheepishly. "Could you spare a cup of coffee for a deserving bum," he smiled. "I might,"
I was glad to see him, but I immediately wondered why he had come so late at night. He
never had before. Besides, he and Jeannette were supposed to be at the party.

"Jeannette wanted to go home and I took her," he explained, "but I wasn't sleepy and I
didn't want to go back to the party. Do you mind?" He followed me to the kitchen and
got out the cups while I fixed the pot and plugged it in. I set out a plate of cookies, and
we sat talking over the coffee until after midnight. Finally Gib yawned and stood up. "I
sure didn't mean to stay so late. Or does this seem late to you," he asked. "Not too.
Since I've been back here I do go to bed earlier than I used to, though," I admitted.
"Belmont does inspire an early bedtime." He smiled. "Even the sidewalks are rolled up
at midnight, or so they say. No one stays up that late to see."

"Karen likes it here," I said. "How about you?" He was looking at me closely. "I like my
work, Karen is happy, and I get along all right," I told him. "Except when you're the extra
woman and there's a party going on. It's a stupid custom if you ask me," he added.
"Beth said that too. But let's face it. I AM an extra woman, and I can't very well go
around assuring the women I'm not interested in their husbands," I told him. "They
wouldn't believe you anway. Any lovely woman is a threat to the average wife," he said.
"Then they should feel safe around me." I rinsed our cups at the sink. "Quit cutting
yourself down!" Gib spoke sharply. "I know you too well to think you're fishing for
compliments. You were always the prettiest girl in our class, and the years have been
good for you."

"Why, thank you, Gib," I smiled at him, and something in his face caught at my throat.
"Got any more coffee? I don't want to go home yet." He sat back down. "I can make
another pot." I put it on, and we were quiet while it perked. When the fresh cups were in
front of us, I waited for what he had to say. "This isn't the story of my life," he said. "Just
PART of my life. Jeannette and I have been married a long time, as you know. We went
together for a long time before we got married so it wasn't a spur-of-the-moment thing.
We should have known each other, but you don't know very much about anything at 18.
We went into marriage with careful planning and our whole life has been just
that--careful planning.

"I'm not saying Jeannette doesn't understand or appreciate me. Maybe she does. I
know I understand her even if I can't appreciate her. I wanted more children. Two or
three at least. Jeannette didn't. She flatly refused to have any more, or to risk having
any more after Brock was born. It finally got to the point that, for the past five years, I've
been sleeping in the guest room. We preserve the picture of family unity only so Brock
will have two parents," he said. "Why," I asked. "Why preserve it," Gib repeated. "Partly
for Breck, but mostly to protect Jeannette from the stigma of divorce. I've asked her for
a divorce every six months for five years, and the answer is still no. She doesn't want
me but she doesn't intend to let me find someone who does. Breck is her weapon, and
when he's 18 she loses the weapon, because then he can choose his parent in case of
divorce. When you came back, I was seriously considering becoming one of those
growing statistics--the missing husband."

"Gib, I'm sorry." I wanted to pat his hand, comfort him, but what could I say? "Should
you be telling me these things," I asked. "I think so. A long time ago we were on the
brink of really caring a lot for each other. Then we turned in other directions. Now here
we are again, and we could easily be back on that brink. The question is, what do we do
about it," he questioned. "There's nothing to do, Gib. I wouldn't get involved in an affair
with anyone, even you," I told him. "I wouldn't ask you to. I don't think that's what we
need from each other. Maybe it's just a revival of our friendship. Maybe it's more. I think
we should find out just what it is, though."

"You're married. We can't even be friends without risking gossip that could hurt the
children," I told him. "As long as I come here openly when Karen is home and when it's
broad daylight, no one would talk," he countered. "They probably would. I wouldn't mind
for me, as long as I knew we weren't doing anything wrong," I said. "Just coffee and a
chance to talk, that's all I ask," he begged. "I won't make any passes, and I can manage
to stick it out until Breck is 18. I feel stronger after being with you."

"What would Jeannette say," I asked. "The very worst, if she found out. She never
notices anybody but herself, though. I know I could see you from time to time without
making a four-star production out of it." I couldn't refuse. I liked Gib and enjoyed his
visits, and he certainly needed my friendship.

He came two or three times a week, Sometimes in the morning, sometimes after work.
Saturdays Jeannette nearly always went to her sister's, so Gig came over those nights
and stayed late. If Karen was there, he played checkers with her, and then he bought
her a chess set and taught her the game. He didn't make any passes, and it was an
easy satisfying friendship for all three of us. We weren't hurting anyone, least of all
Jeannette. Gib often wished Breck could come with him, but Jeannette kept a close tab
on everything Breck did.

Things didn't stay at one level, though. When school let out for the summer, Jeannette
took Breck to her parents' for a two week visit, and Gib came every evening again for
supper. Beth noticed it and asked me about it. "We're old friends, Beth. Why shouldn't
he visit me," I said. "He's married, even if it is in name only," she told me. "Jeannette
would cause a real stink if she thought he might find some happiness on his own or
might deal himself out before Breck is 18."

"You know about that," I asked surprised. "It's what everyone has figured. Like I said, a
man can only take so much. Word is getting around that Gib spends most of his spare
time with you," she said. "We're just friends," I repeated. "I believe that, but try to make
someone else believe it, even knowing the circumstances of Gib's marriage. Or maybe
because of knowing them. I feel sorry for Gib, andI think he should go on and make the
break. Breck will survive, and after he's 18 Gib can have him."

As Beth predicted, word did get around. Belmont might lag behind on most forms of
progress, but is boasted the most efficient grapevine in the area, and that grapevine
was geared for gossip. I noticed it in the coolness that developed between me and my
neighbors, in the lack of calls from my friends, and in the sense of always being
watched when I was in a crowd. "There's talk," Beth told me when we went to a show
one afternoon when I didn't have to work. We were between seasons at the yearbook
office, and I only worked a couple days a week. "Gib doesn't particularly hide his visits
to you, and there are those who say it's brazen."

"Maybe you shouldn't come so often," I told Gib on Friday night when he came over.
Jeannette took Breck shopping for the weekend. Karen was staying overnight with a
friend and it was the only time we'd been alone in awhile. "People are talking and
Jeannette is bound to hear. I don't want to cause trouble for you or her or Breck," I
added. "Jeannette has already heard, she ordered me to stay away from here," he told
me. "So," I asked. "I don't take orders like that. If you ask me not to come and convince
me you don't want to see me, that's different," he said. "It isn't that I don't want to see
you, Gib. I don't want to cause trouble and get us and the children involved in something
messy," I answered.

I put my hand on his arm, instinctively trying to comfort him, and something like an
electric shock went through my body from that touch. I heard Gib catch his breath and
knew it had hit him too. Suddenly Gib's arms went around me, pulling me closer. As our
lips met I put my hands on his shoulders to push him away, but I realized how much I
wanted and needed it. Instead I put my arms around him and we were kissing
passionately. "I love you Maggie. I can't stop thinking about you....I've taken so many
cold showers," Gib whispered. "I love you too....God help us," I moaned before we
kissed again. "Where's Karen," he whispered in my ear. "She's staying overnight.....with
a girlfriend," I answered. Taking my hand, Gib led me willingly up the steps to my
bedroom.

My heart was pounding with excitement as Gib started unbuttoning my dress as we

kissed tenderly. "I want you so much, Maggie," he told me. "I'm not a teenager anymore,
Gib. I'm getting closer to 40," I said. "You're beautiful, sweetheart," he said kissing my
nose as I pulled off his shirt and unbuttoned his belt. Pulling my slip up over my head,
he pushed us gently onto the bed. We were soon kissing each other breathlessly like
we were starved for affection, and I guess we were. With our bodies entwined, we
explored each other for the first time. "God you're lovely," Gib whispered as he
unhooked my bra. Soon I was moaning with pleasure as he moved his big, rough hands
over my bare breasts.
I was so sexually excited I couldn't help squirming as Gib moved his hands over my
slender 38-year-old body. My panties were sopping wet and the bedroom was filled with
my feminine aroma as I felt Gib's hard cock pressing against my leg. "Oh Gib! Make
love to me! I'm SOOO ready," I told my lover as I lifted my bottom off the sheet so he
could pull my panties down then I moved my knees wide apart so he could move his
muscular body between them.

I was breathing rapidly as my hand circled his enormous erection. Gib's cock was longer
and thicker than anything I'd ever had inside my pussy before. "Oh Gib, it's been such a
long time since I've done this," I whispered. "I know, Maggie darling. It has for me too,"
he said as I guided his cock to my dripping pussy then groaned with pleasure as he
pushed his cock head into me. "Are you all right," he asked softly. "I'm
wonderful......more please," I smiled as he pushed his thick cock deep into me and I
wrapped my legs around his body to push him even deeper.

Our bodies were working in perfect rhythm as I couldn't help making little sex grunts as
Gib worked his cock like a piston in and out of my wet pussy. "Oh God! I'm going to
cum! I'M GOING TO CUM," I told him and his actions told me that he was ready too. In
an instant we were both screaming with thunderous orgasms as Gib exploded again
and again, flooding me to overflowing with his manhood. "See, I told you it's been
awhile," he said brushing back my long auburn hair to kiss my forehead.

For a long time we laid silent in each other's arms. "What now," he asked softly. "Now
we HAVE to quit seeing each other," I told him, my voice unsteady. All those weeks
since Christmas we hadn't touched each other, but we had been heading towards this
moment when we would realize how much we needed each other. He kissed me again,
a kiss that held all the promises he didn't dare make, all the need we both felt. Then he
let me go. "I didn't know it would be like this," I whispered. "I think I did," he said. "I
guess I held off for as long as I could for that reason. I'm not going to give you up,
Maggie. One way or another, we're going to have each other and the kind of life we can
build together. I'll make Jeannette let me go somehow."

He didn't have much luck. Jeannette called be and bawled me out but good. She called
me a homewrecker and a lot of other things, none of them nice. I couldn't answer her. I
hdn't wrecked her home. It was lost long before I came back to Belmont. I didn't set out
to get her husband. But Gib and I WERE in love. He wanted his freedom so we could
marry, so I couldn't really answer her back.

Beth reported the town was definately on Jeannette's side. Jeannette was Belmont. I
was an outsider, even though I'd been born there. They knew Jeannette, and most of
them at least suspected Gib and Jeannette's marriage had been a farce. Still, I was the
other woman, the conniving widow, and they reacted properly. "I hate it for you," Beth
said. "I know you didn't go after Gib, and neither of you wanted anybody to get hurt.
Someone is, though. It will be a mess."

Gib said almost the same thing. "I hate all this for you and Karen. Jeannette can be
pretty vindictive when she feels she is justified. Technically, I suppose she is. On the
surface, everything she claims is true. The thing is, she isn't about to scrape the surface
and show what's underneath," he told me. "I'm going away," I said. "Right away, before
she has a chance to file charges against me. I can't face it. And I can't put Karen
through all this unpleasantness. All the kids will have heard about it by the time school
starts again."

"If you go, I'm coming along," Gib said. "You can't. That would only prove everything
Jeannette says is true. Besides, you have your business and there's Breck," I told him.
"She'll divorce me now. She can't keep me from seeing Breck, and if I go with you,
when it's over we can get married. I can sell the business." I knew what Gib and I
shared was love, and I wanted us to have a life together. But if he stayed in Belmont
and defended himself, there would be a better chance for us in the long run. A better
chance for him to have Breck when the boy was 18, even if he lost him for awhile.

I couldn't stay, though, and drag Karen through the scandal. Drag her through a divorce
trial where I was named the other woman. "I have to leave. When it's all over, you can
come to us, and we can plan our future," I told Gib. "I'll follow you as soon as I'm free. I
love you Maggie andI don't want you to forget that," he said as we kissed.

I felt particularly bad about leaving since Karen had been so happy in Belmont, but my
15-year-old daughter was thrilled about me and Gib getting married someday. I didn't
tell her that I was afraid of a lot of ugliness, but just said that Gib and I thought it was
better that we stayed apart until his divorce went through. Just two days later, Karen
and I loaded our clothes and personal things in the car and left selling the house up to
the real estate agent while we headed north and east. We drove for most of the day
then began to look for a likely place to stop.

By then we were in Alabama, and I searched the map for towns larger than Belmont,
but not too large. After another day's driving around, we finally came to a small city that
appealed to us--with clean streets, treesand a look of progress. Then we settled in a
motel, and I got the local papers and saw that there were enough jobs listed in the want
ads to make me feel that I could find work. I looked under business opportunities too.
There were several businesses for sale, small ones. Gib would probably find
something--if he got the divorce and if he came after us. If, if, if...

I got the third job I tried for, checking copy in a farm magazine publishing office.
Different copy than the yearbook, but the work was similar enough that it was easy for
me to catch on. I wrote to Gib, giving him our address and a little background on the
town. I addressed the letter to Beth, as we'd planned. Luckily, the house in Belmont sold
about the time I got my first paycheck and we were able to buy a small three-bedroom
house in a quiet neighborhood.

After Labor Day, Karen got settled in school again. After all our moves with the Air
Force, my soon-to be- 16-year-old daughter took new schools pretty much in her stride
and made friends quickly. I was still disappointed that I hadn't been able to stick to my
plan of keeping her in one place through high school. In the meantime, Gib and I
e-mailed often. I knew things were really rough on him, but all I could do was tell him
how much I loved him. One Friday afternoon just after school, Karen had just left with
her overnight bag to stay with her new best friend when the doorbell rang. Believing my
daughter had forgotten something, I opened it quickly to find Gib standing there.

Once the front door was closed, I flew straight into his arms and he held me as he had
that first time. I was breathing excitedly as he pulled my blouse out of my jeans and
unbuttoned it. Soon it was laying on the easy chair along with my bra and we were
laying in each other's arms on the soft carpeting kissing longingly. As Gib moved his
rough hands over my bare breasts they became firmer and each time he touched my
hard nipples I moaned with pleasure as bolts of sexual energy shot through my pussy.
Soon my jeans were soaked all the way through. "Oh Gib, get me out of these! I want to
make love to you so much," I whispered.

His hands were shaking a little as he unsnapped my jeans and pulled down the zipper. I
lifted my bottom off the livingroom floor long enough to pull them down over my slender
legs followed by soaked panties. Then he quickly stripped out of his shirt and when he
pulled off his own jeans I could see the giant bulge in his crotch while I gently stroked
my own pussy. "God you are so beautiful Maggie," he said as he joined me on floor.
Taking his thick nine-inch cock in my hand, I guided it to my pussy and groaned with
pure pleasure as he buried it deep inside me. We started off with a slow gentle
movement but our sex together felt so wonderful that we wanted more. Soon were were
moaning and panting as we worked faster and faster. "Oh Gib! I'm gonna orgasm!
OHHHHHHH GOOODDDDDD," I screamed as he sent wave after wave of is manhood
deep into my womb.

"What are you doing here? What about Jeannette," I asked as we lay in each other's
arms. "She thinks I'm at a hardware convention. I left early. I just had to see you and
Karen. Where is she anyway," Gib asked. "She's staying overnight with some buddies,
and it's a good thing," I asked as I kissed my lover as we lay naked on the livingroom
floor. "Karen makes friends quicker than anyone I've ever seen," I added. "She should,
she's a beautiful, charming young lady. She takes after her mother," Gib said.

We had a wonderful time together knowing we didn't have to hide our love for each
other. In fact, hardly a minute passed that we weren't touching. Gib was starved for my
home cooking so I fixed us a big supper then we decided to walk it off as I showed him
through the neighborhood as we walked hand in hand. "This is a great town.....lots of
possibilities," Gib said. "Good ones," I asked. "Terrific ones," he said as we kissed and
headed back to the house.

"Last one in the shower is a rotten egg," I said once we were inside the doorand we left
a trail of our clothes all the way to the bathroom."Oh Maggie, this was a wonderful idea,"
Gib said as he moved his wet soapy hands over my bare B-cup breasts and I moaned
with pleasure as my nipples hardened. When he moved a hand to my crotch I gasped
as I nearly came. "Put your hands around my shoulders, sweetheart, I'm about to take
you for a ride," he smiled as he lifted me off the shower floor and pushed his hard cock
deep inside me. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper. I was making sex sounds as I
orgasmed again then went limp in his arms.

Gib was waiting in my bed in just his white undershorts when I came back from the
bathoom in a short pink nightgown and nothing underneath.
"I guess I came here because I wondered if anything had changed between us because
of all the trouble. Now I know," Gib said as we kissed. "For your information, Gib
Hawkins, I happen to love you very much. Something as good as what we have is worth
waiting for and I can be very patient," I said as I turned out the lights and we started
spooning.

Bright sunshine was streaming through my bedroom window when I stirred awake to
find Gib laying on his side, leaning on his elbow watching me. "What are you looking at,"
I yawned. "You Maggie, and how beautiful you are," Gib answered leaning over to kiss
me. "Are you sure you're not mistaking me for my daughter," I laughed. Rolling away the
sheet, he looked at my naked body. "No, you're definitely beautiful. Look at what you do
to me," he said as I looked down at his enormous erection.

My heart was pounding as I gently pushed his shoulders so he was laying on his back.
"What are you up to, Maggie," he asked smiling. "I...I want to make love to you," I told
him, feeling far too shy for my 38 years. Moving my hand around his hard cock, I felt the
warmth and the smooth texture then gently squeezed his balls as he groaned with
pleasure. "If you keep doing that Maggie darling, this is gonna be over before we get
started," he said as I giggled. Bending over slowly I took his cock head in my mouth and
ran my lips over it, and began timidly sucking. "Maggie! I'm warning you," he shouted. I
was so wet I was dripping and I could smell my aroma. Straddling his muscular body, I
lowered my pussy until it was touching the tip of his cock as Gib supported me. Slowly I
sat down, pushing his thick cock deep inside me as I moaned with pleasure. We were
both groaning and moaning as I rode his cock up and down, pushing it deeper and
deeper into my pussy. Then the coil was getting tighter and tighter inside me until my
world exploded as I had an overwheming, toe-curling orgasm as Gib blasted his cum
again and again.

We were eating breakfast when Karen came bopping into the kitchen. "GIB," she
exclamed dropping her overnight bag and throwing her arms around him. "What are you
doing here," she asked as she ate a piece of bacon. "I just had to come and see my two
favorite women in the world," Gib told us. For the rest of the day we had a wonderful
time together. It was a taste of the kind of life we could have once the divorce was final,
but there still wasn't any end in sight. "I think she's hanging on out of spite now," Gib
told me. "We have to be stronger than she is," I said. "As long as I know you and Karen
are waiting for me, I can be as strong as a bull," Gib said. "We'll be waiting, won't we
mom," Karen said as we all hugged. "We sure will," I agreed.

It was easy to fall back into my normal routine. Karen seemed to be involved in every
activity at school and they were giving me more responsibility at the farm magazine. Our
house was beginning to look more like a home and I even met some of the neighbors. If
it hadn't been for the bad cramps I always got, I might haven't even noticed that my
period didn't come at the beginning of November.

Karen was all excited about our first Christmas in Cullman. The school was having a
dance and she was elected to the court. That meant buying her a formal gown. Two
weeks had passed and my period hadn't come. I was having other symptoms too, I had
to pee all the time and my breasts were tender to the touch. Deep down I knew my
period wasn't going to come. I was pregnant with Gib's baby.

Still, I had to be sure. I had Thursday afternoons off so I made an appointment with a
doctor one of the girls at the magazine recommended. "What seems to be your
problem, Mrs. Roberts," the middle-aged, gray haired doctor asked. "I'm pretty sure I'm
pregnant," I told him. "That won't be hard to confirm he said handing me a small paper
cup. Once I filled it, he gave me the first physical I'd had in years. "You're in prefect
shape for a 38-year-old woman," he said as the receptionist came in with the results of
my pregnancy test. "I see you have a daughter who is almost 16. It will come in handy
to have a built-in babysitter; you're six weeks pregnant, Mrs. Roberts. That's a little older
than recommended for pregnancy but you shouldn't have any problems having this
baby," he told me. Oh doctor, if only you knew the half of it, I thought to myself. I didn't
even think about having an abortion. I knew how much Gib wanted to have more
children and deep inside I was overjoyed that I was going to give him one. But I was
also scared to death. Jeannette would take everything away from him if she found out
about the baby.

Almost immediately I was struck each day with wave after wave of morning sickness. As
soon as I woke up my head started spinning. Cupping my hand over my mouth, I
dashed to the bathroom kneeling in front of the toilet and holding my long auburn hair
back as I threw up again and again. I was splashing cold water on my pale face when
Karen came into the bathroom. "Mom, are you sick," she asked worriedly. "Just a touch
of the flu, sweetheart. It will be over in a few days," I told her. The Christmas dance was
only a week away and she was so happy. I didn't want her worrying about me and the
baby until it was over.

It seemed like forever since Karen and I went shopping together. I knew my daughter
was becoming a woman but it was never more apparent than when we were chosing
her a gown for the dance. "Oh mom, this is beautiful," Karen exclamed looking at the
red and white gown in the mirror. "The gown is just cloth and thread. YOU'RE the one
who makes it beautiful, sweetheart," I told her. "I love you so much mom," Karen said as
we hugged. "I love you too. Now get going or I'm not going to be able to finish my
Christmas shopping," I told her.

Shopping for my soon-to-be 16-year-old daughter was easy. She had just joined the
Photography Club at school and she just loved taking pictures. The only problem was
that she had to use one of the school's battered cameras. But 35 mm cameras weren't
cheap. In fact, my expenses were mounting quite rapidly: the camera, Karen's gown,
and my visit to Dr. Carmichael. Something was going to have to give before my bank
account did. Stepping into a bookstore, I bought a book on pregnancy and childbirth.
"I'm sure Dr. Carmichael will find another patient, right baby," I thought rubbing my
slender stomach.

"Oh mom! I LOVE it," Karen exclamed as she opened the present and found her
camera. "Karen honey, there's something else. Do you remember a couple months ago
when you came back from Lisa's and Gib was here," I asked her. "How could I forget, it
was wonderful," she answered. "Gib came the night before...and," I started. "I didn't
think he just stopped by for breakfast. I'll be 16 next month, mom. I know exactly what
you did," she laughed. "What we did was make a baby. I'm pregnant, Karen," I told her.

"Oh mom, that's wonderful! I always wanted a baby brother or sister. What did Gib say,"
Karen asked. "I haven't told him and we can't," I answered. "Why not. He IS the father,"
she said. "Honey, it isn't that simple. We aren't Gib's family yet. He's married to
Jeannette and she's fighting him tooth and nail for this divorce. If she found out I was
pregnant she'd take everything away from Gib--even his son. I can't be responsible for
that," I told my daughter.

"What are we going to do," Karen asked. "We're going to have the baby but it's not
going to be easy. I'm going to be depending on you alot, sweetheart. I don't know how
long I'll be able to keep working so money might get pretty tight for awhile," I told her.
"That's OK, we'll get by. Having a baby will be so neat," Karen said wrapping her arms
around me. "Speak for yourself, I'm the one who has to carry this baby through the
hottest days of summer," I laughed.

"Hey, I've got an idea! Strip," Karen told me. "What do you mean, strip," I exclamed. "If
Gib can't be here, at least we can show him what you looked like. I'll take your picture
now before anything is happening then we'll take it every week until the baby is born,"
she told me. I felt like a fool standing totally naked while Karen took my picture from all
different angles. "Now who's going to develop this film," I laughed. "I am. Bobby
Chambers showed me how to work in the dark room at school," my daughter told me. "I
hope that's all he was showing you in there," I said. "Oh MOTHER! I am an adult," she
exclamed.

As I started my third month of pregnancy in January I began to notice subtle changes.

My morning sickness wasn't nearly as bad and suddenly my appetite was ravenous.
By the time work was over I was so tired I came home and crashed on the couch while
Karen made supper. And the most frightening change of all, my jeans and skirts were
getting a little snug around my thickening waist. I still had some with elastic bands that I
coul wear for awhile, but it was only a matter of time before my pregnancy became
common knowledge.

I loved working at the weekly farm magazine and they seemed to be giving me more
resposibility with each issue. My newest job was doing layout. It was interesting putting
the waxed copy and pictures in the columns, and making sure everything was straight.
The pages were taped to heavy wooden boards and remembering my condition, I only
carried a few of them to the camera to be shot into plates for the printing press. By the
time I got home I was tired and I smelled like ink. Slipping out of my clothes I filled the
old fashioned claw foot tub with warm bubbly water and crawled in but as soon as my
breasts went under the water I let out a yelp of pain and scrambled out of the tub.

At that moment the bathroom door flew open and Karen came charging in. "Mom, are
you all right," she asked worriedly. Removing the towel from around me, I just looked
down at my bare chest. "Wow! What caused that? You're.....you're ENORMOUS,"
Karen exclamed. "They're not THAT big," I said holding my suddenly swollen breasts in
my hands. "They are compared to what they used to be," she laughed. "I think this calls
for another picture. I bet Gib would really like THIS change."

Luckily the next day was Saturday and we could go shopping because there was no
way my suddenly C-cup breasts would fit in my B-cup bras. After picking out five new
ones I followed my nearly 16-year-old daughter as she wandered to the infants section
and was looking at baby clothes. "Oh mom, isn't this just adorable," Karen exclamed
holding up a frilly pink dress. "It's much too early to be thinking about baby things...but it
is really cute," I told her. The idea of being pregnant was really growing on me and
being able to share it with Karen made it even better.

The changes we were both looking for happened when I was three and a half months
pregnant. Karen was in the bathroom while I, having already been in there, was getting
dressed for work. Since we were a farm magazine we weren't that formal in the office.
Pulling a pair of jeans up over my long shapely legs, I started to snap them shut but the
material just wouldn't reach. Half dressed, I went off to find Karen. "Look, it's
happening," I told her excitedly. "I can see it! And feel it," she exclamed touching the
gentle bulge in my lower abdomen. Stepping onto the bathroom scales, I was three and
a half pounds heavier than my normal weight. "Our baby is starting to grow," I smiled.

Beginning my fourth month of pregnancy in February, I never felt better in all my life.
Even Karen noticed. "You sure are pretty, mom," she told me. Something else didn't
pass her close scrutiny, my tremendous appetite. "Are you eating again," she asked. "I
AM eating for two, sweetheart," I said smiling. Soon my wardrobe was reduced to
sweatpants with stretchy and drawstring waists and oversized pullover sweaters and I
knew I had to tell my publisher that I was pregnant. If he knew I was a widow it didn't
show. I guess he figured that if I had a daughter, I had a husband too. "You're an
excellent worker, Maggie. I've never seen anyone pick up magazine work so quickly,"
he told me. "The job isn't that strenuous, you're welcome to work for as long as you feel
comfortable and we'd love to have you back after the baby is born."

Karen was spending the weekend with one of her girlfriends so after work on Friday
when I got home from work I slipped off my shoes and was about to make myself
something to eat when the doorbell rang. Instantly I knew who is was. Looking down at
my stretched sweater, there was no denying the five extra pounds to my swollen
breasts and four months pregnant belly. Taking a deep breath I opened the door and
found Gib standing there. He looked like a dark thunder cloud and his eyes went
straight to my belly. Maybe it was a surge of pregnancy hormones that caused me to
burst into tears as he gathered me up into his strong arms. "I'm sorry......I just couldn't
get rid of it. I want this baby so much," I sniffed. "Oh Maggie! I'm not mad that you're
having my baby....our baby....only that you didn't tell me. I couldn't be happier," he said
gathering me up in his strong arms and carrying me upstairs to my bedroom.

Lowering me gently beside my bed, we were kissing passionately as Gib moved a hand
to the gentle roundness of my four months pregnant belly. "I want to see what you look
like with my baby inside you," he said taking a hold of the hem of my sweater. "FAT," I
wrinkled my nose. When he saw my fuller breasts he smiled and I couldn't resist
giggling. "What's so funny," Gib asked. "Karen said you'd like this development," I
smiled as he unhooked my bra. Untying the drawstring around the waist of my
sweatpants, he pulled them down over my shapely legs. "You are so beautiful, Maggie. I
can't begin to tell you how much I love you," he said as tears formed in my eyes.
"Maybe you just better show me," I smiled.

My heart was pounding as I watched Gib rush to get out of his clothes. I wondered how
he knew about my pregnancy and I had a pretty good idea it was my daughter's doing,
but I was so happy to have him with me I didn't care anymore. Then he was in bed with
me and our bodies were entwined as we kissed passionately. "I can't believe it....a
baby," he marveled. "It's becoming more of a reality every day for me," I smiled and
moaned as his hands began fondling my swollen breasts. Soon my nipples were rock
hard and I felt myself getting wet. Gib slid his hands lower to my four months pregnant
belly and when he bent over to kiss his unborn child, tears were streaking down my
cheeks. "Our baby is such a miracle," he whispered. "I know. I feel that way too. Make
love to me, sweetheart," I told him. "We won't hurt the baby, will we," he asked and I
smiled. "The baby won't even know what its mommy and daddy are doing...and I've
been SOOOOO horny lately," I told him.

Gib was kissing me everywhere as his hands roamed over my four months pregnant
body. When he began rubbing my inner thighs I moved my knees farther apart for him.
His hard cock was pressing against my leg, I circled my hand around it and began
rubbing it as he groaned. "Are you trying to tell me something, Maggie my dear," he
smiled. "Yes, that I want to feel you inside me too," I told him as he slid between my
knees. He was extra careful not to put all his weight on my pregnant belly, he moved his
cock head to my dripping pussy and gently pushed it into me as I groaned with
pleasure. "Are you okay," he asked worriedly. "We're terrific.....don't stop," I smiled as
he pushed his cock deep into me and we began working in perfect rhythm until we both
orgasmed.

We lay naked like spoons with his one hand on my swollen four months pregnant body.
"I'm not going to let you go through this pregnancy alone, Maggie Roberts. I want to
watch your beautiful body grow ripe with our baby. And I don't want you to struggle
financially either. I'm going to get you a debit card and if I see that you're not using it,
you're going to have to answer to me. Do you got that," he asked kissing my nose. "Yes
daddy," I answered and we were kissing again.

Proof reading took all of my concentration. One little mistake and I could tell every
farmer in Alabama to do something wrong. I was right in the middle of an article when I
felt a flutter from deep inside my womb. "It's about time you started moving around in
there, precious. You were a big surprise but a wonderful one," I told my unborn baby as
my rubbed my rounding four and a half months pregnant belly. So far I'd gained six and
and a half pounds and my waist had grown an incredible seven inches already until it
was 35 inches around me.

As soon as we got home Karen was waiting for me with her camera. "We don't really
have to do this, you know, Gib will see me soon," I said smiling at the thought. "We're
doing it for the baby now, so it can see how you looked with her or him inside," my
daughter told me. Karen sat cross-legged on my bed while I took a deep breath to
unhook the giant safety pin holding my shirt shut. "Gee mom, don't you think it's about
time you got some maternity clothes," she laughed as I stripped.

"How do I look," I asked standing before my nearly 16-year-old daughter four and a half
months pregnant and naked as a jaybird. "You definately look different, mom," she
laughed and as we hugged I moved her hand to my swollen tummy. "Oh mom, it's
MOVING," Karen exclamed. "It started this afternoon," I told her. "Wow! Our little Giblet
is really moving around in there," she laughed. "Karen? GIBLET," I asked. "Well, the
baby is a Giblet, isn't it," she smiled. "Just remember, when your brother or sister wants
to know how they got their nickname, I'm sending them to you," I laughed.

Friday afternoon Karen was off with her friends again and I was resting on the sofa
when the lock turned and Gib came in with his overnight bag. "Maggie are you OK," he
asked worriedly. "I'm fine, honey. But carrying around your baby is becoming more of a
chore," I smiled as he came and sat on the floor beside me. "I guess it is," he said
looking at my rounded four and a half months pregnant belly. "I've grown," I told him. "I
can see that," he smiled as I took his hand and moved it under my stretched sweater to
my hard, smooth rounded belly as the baby kicked and his breath caught. "Oh Maggie!
Our baby. That is so amazing," he said as we were kissing passionately.

I wondered if all pregnant women thoroughly enjoyed sex as much as I did. Gib sat on
my bed watching as I slowly pulled my sweater up over my four and a half months
pregnant belly and then higher exposing my bare milk-swollen C-cup breasts. "God
Maggie, you are so beautiful with my baby inside you," he said as I moved closer so he
could pull my jeans and panties down. When we were both naked we were kissing
passionately moaning with pleasure as we touched each other everywhere. Gib's hands
kept returning to my rounded belly to feel his baby turn and kick inside me. When we
were both ready to make love, Gib had me lay on my side with my belly resting on the
mattress and my leg high in the air as he moved his stiff cock in and out of me until we
both had magnificient orgasms and fell asleep in each other's arms.

It was so wonderful to wake up the next morning in Gib's strong arms. "Good morning
sleepyhead," my love said as I opened my eyes. "Why didn't you wake me," I yawned.
"Because you need your baby sleep and you look so beautiful when you're sleeping.
Besides, a little person has been keeping me company," he said as his hand rested on
my bulging four and a half months pregnant belly. "You mean Giblet. That's what Karen
calls the baby," I smiled. "I feel so blessed to have the two...now three of you in my life.
What do you want to do today," he asked kissing my forehead. "I think it's time to go
shopping for maternity clothes. I've outgrown almost everything. I don't remember being
this big so soon when I was pregnant with Karen," I told him.

Being able to go out in public with Gib without worrying about the consequences was a
new experience. He drove us to the nearest shopping mall and we walked to the
entrance hand in hand. It seemed like a lifetime since I was pregnant with Karen. Tom
was stationed overseas and I was alone. But once I felt my daughter moving inside me I
knew I wasn't, and I wanted her so much. Now I was beginning to feel a special bond
with this baby too. My unexpected blessing baby.

"Can I help you," a young clerk asked, bringing me back to reality. "We're going to have
a baby. I don't even know where to begin," I said in awe. "Is this your first baby," she
asked. "No...we have a daughter who's almost 16," Gib said and I squeezed his hand.
Karen really was his daughter of the heart. "You can't have a daughter that old, you look
much too young," she said and I knew I'd made a new friend. She told us where
everything was and left us on our own.

We decided to work from inside out starting with maternity panties to replace the ones
whose bands were making railroad tracks around my thickening waist. "Which do you
like better," I asked holding up a white pair of large ones with a stretchy front panel, a
pair of maternity bikini panties with thin stretchy waistbands and a maternity thong.
"Maybe you should be doing this part yourself," he whispered as I looked at his erection
and smiled. The clerk recommended sports bras since the ones I'd gotten only a month
ago were getting too small. I didn't think Gib was going to make it through buying
maternity nightgowns. I bought a black see through shortie, a more conservative light
blue one, and red maternity teddies. I never imagined I'd be 38 and four and a half
months and be feeling sexy, but I did.

Maternity clothes had three different kinds of waists--low riding ones that went under my
belly, pullover ones that had a big elastic panel in the front that stretched up over my
belly, and drawstring ones that were somewhere in between. I gathered up some of
each in shorts, jeans and skirts and headed to the dressing room. "Well, what do you
think," I asked showing Gib a pair of denim shorts with a white drawstring tied around
my bulging four and a half months pregnant belly. "I think you have terrific legs, Maggie
Roberts," he answered. "You're supposed to be looking higher," I laughed. "If I look any
higher I'll be in big trouble again," he told me.

We decided we liked the low cut and drawstring ones the best and picked out lots of
pair of maternity shorts, a few skirts and a couple pair of jeans then matched them with
colorful summer tops. Next we picked out a couple sundresses for when the weather
really got hot. I wasn't sure I was looking forward to carrying my baby through the
hottest days of summer and being as big as a house. When we looked at baby clothes
Gib had the same shell shocked look on his face as I had the first time. "I'd forgotten
how tiny babies are," he admitted. "Me too......but it will all come back to us. I'm so glad
you gave me this baby," I told him as we kissed.

We'd only driven a few miles from the shopping mall when my stomach growled so loud
Gib could hear it above the radio. "Sounds like somebody's hungry," he laughed. "I'm
STARVED," I exclamed. We stopped at the home of the Monster Burger and Gib
watched in amazement as I downed one along with onion rings and a giant milkshake.
"MMMMMM, this is SOOOOOO good," I crooned as I took another bite and licked
ketchup off my lip with my tongue. "God you're sexy Maggie. I want to take you home
and make love to you," he whispered. "That can be arranged, Mr. Hawkins," I smiled.

When we got back to the house though, Karen was waiting and after wanting to see all
of my new maternity clothes, my nearly 16-year-old daughter didn't let Gib out of her
sight for the rest of the day. "Karen loves you, you know, just like I do," I told him when
we had a moment to ourselves. "I love her too, Maggie. She reminds me so much of
you when you were her age. I wish I could go back and change everything," he said. "I
don't. Everything we've done has gotten us right here to this point, and I wouldn't trade
that for anything," I said as we kissed.

Standing under the warm water of the shower, I loved the feel of my four and a half
months pregnant body. My normally smallish breasts were now heavy and filled my
hands. Soaping up my hands, I moved them down over the gentle slope of my firm belly
as my unborn baby fluttered inside me. After drying off I paused to look at my reflection.
Not only were my breasts larger, there were dark brown rings around my nipples and
there was a faint darker line running down the middle of my belly. I just LOVED being
pregnant again. Dabbing my favorite perfume in all the right places, I slipped into the
black lace see-through maternity nightgown I'd bought earlier and went back to my
bedroom where my love was waiting.

Standing in the doorway I felt suddenly shy as my unborn baby fluttered away inside
me. "Come here Little Momma," Gib smiled as he held out his arms and I rushed into
them. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are right now? What it does to me to
see my baby growing inside your belly," he asked as we kissed passionately. "I have a
pretty good idea," I giggled as his hard cock pressed against my thigh. It didn't take long
for Gib to find my milk-swollen breasts. I loved the way he tenderly kneaded them until
my nipples were rock hard and I was breathing rapidly. When his tongue licked then I
felt a jolt of sexual energy pass through me and I could feel myself getting wet.

"I love the way you belly feels, so hard and smooth," Gib said as he cradled my tiny four
and a half months pregnant mound in his hands then bent over to kiss his unborn child.
"You've saved me, Maggie. You and Karen and this baby. You've given me a reason to
go on," he said as I opened my bent knees and he moved his handsome body between
them as I timidly took his thick, hard cock in my hand and guided it to my dripping
pussy. With a gentle thrust, Gib was deep inside me. I felt so full of him. Soon we were
rocking rhythmically, in and out, deeper and deeper. "Oh Gib, I'm gonna cum," I moaned
as I felt my orgasm building. When it hit, I screamed with pure pleasure as Gib sent
wave after wave of his manhood deep into my occupied womb.

Starting my fifth month of pregnancy at the beginning of March, I still had bouts of
feeling really tired. At work everybody knew I was pregnant and they brought me lots of
fruits and healthy snacks and some stuff for my sweet tooth too. All the while I worked,
the baby fluttered away inside me and I couldn't resist moving my hands to my bulging
belly. "You are such a miracle, my precious Giblet. There are a whole bunch of people
getting really excited about you," I told my passenger.

One of them was waiting for me when I got home. "Come on not-so-little mother. It's
time for your belly shot," Karen told me. I was so intrigued by all the changes that were
happening to my 38-year-old body that I didn't resist stripping out of my maternity jeans
and red and white striped top. "What do you think, sweetheart," I asked standing
naked before my teenage daughter. "You are definately getting a belly," she said putting
the yellow tape measure around my waist at my belly button. "Wow mom! Your waist
has grown 9 inches so far. Stepping onto the scales, I'd gained 11 pounds already.

Bright sunshine was streaming through my bedroom window when I slowly woke up on
Saturday morning. Instinctively I moved my hands to my rounded pregnant belly just to
make sure it wasn't just a wonderful dream. Then my unborn baby stirred awake too, its
movements were getting stronger, I could feel it rolling inside me. What a wonderful
sensation. I felt lost on the weekends when Gib had to stay in Belmont. I missed waking
up in his arms and him making love to me. God I was so horny! Unbuttoning my
nightgown, I moved my hands to my bare breasts and began fondling them until my
nipples were hard. Sliding my hands down over my smooth bulging belly, I began
rubbing my inner thighs, closer and closer to my pregnant pussy. I was wet......so wet
and ready. Tracing my pussy lips with two fingers I groaned as my body shuddered.
Taking a deep breath, I plunged two fingers into myself and began masturbating in
earnest. When I touched my swollen clit I screamed with pleasure as an orgasm
overpowered me.

It was so hard to believe that my baby girl was about to be 16 years old. She was so
excited about being able to drive but our finances were so tight with the new baby
coming that we'd probably have to share my car for awhile. I was worried that Gib
wouldn't be able to get away from Belmont and Karen would be heartbroken. "Maggie, I
wouldn't miss it for the world. I'll be there. And sweetheart, I've talked to a lawyer about
starting divorce proceedings. I'm not going to let Jeannette spoil our happiness," he told
me as the baby tumbled inside my five and a half months pregnant belly.

Karen went to school before I left for work so she had no idea I was playing hooky from
the magazine on Friday, the day before her surprise birthday party. I was still in bed
when Gib used his key to let himself into the house. "Good morning sleepyhead," he
said sitting on the edge of my bed and kissing my nose. "Good morning daddy," I
smiled, moving his hands to my rounded five and a half months pregnant belly as the
baby kicked. "Our baby is getting stronger," he marveled. "And its mommy is getting
bigger. I've gained 13 pounds Gib! I don't remember being this big so fast when I was
pregnant with Karen," I told him. "I'm going to have to examine this more closely," he
smiled and soon we were making love again.

Once we were dressed and I made us breakfast we stopped by the magazine so I could
pick up my check. Everybody assumed that Gib was my husband and the baby's father.
I didn't correct them since they were half right now and I hoped and prayed the rest
would be true too. We got all kinds of party supplies at an outlet store then Gib wanted
to look at cars for Karen. "Honey, are you sure you want to do this? Karen is happy just
having you in her life," I told him. "I'm sure. I'm going to do the same for Breck when
he's 16," Gib answered. We found a used purple Tracker with a white convertible top
that I just knew my daughter would love then drove it back to the neighborhood and
parked it around the corner from the house.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY" a dozen girls screamed at the top of their lungs as Gib slid behind
me and wrapped his arms around my expanding waist as the baby kicked inside my five
and a half months pregnant belly. When Karen got to the small gift wrapped box, he
held me tighter as OUR daughter opened it and found the key. When the light bulb
came on, my daughter got the biggest smile on her face. "Maybe you better look outside
in the driveway, sweetheart," I said as the girls barreled out the door. "I LOVE IT!!
Thank you," Karen said as tears rolled down her cheeks. "Thank Gib, it's his present
honey," I told her. "Thank you Gib! I LOVE YOU," she said as we had a group hug
including our unborn baby.

The birthday party turned into a slumber party and that night I found myself in Karen's
bedroom surrounded by a half dozen girls with their hands on my bare five and a half
months pregnant belly feeling my unborn baby turn and kick. "You are SOOOO lucky,
Karen. I wish my mom would have a baby," her friend Erika said. "I know! Our baby is
even better than my Tracker," Karen said as everybody laughed.

Gib was in bed sleeping as I slipped off my nightgown and crawled into bed with him,
pressing my naked five and a half months pregnant belly against his back. Slipping my
arm around him, I cradled my hand around his warm cock and began stroking it until it
became hard and thick. "Oh Maggie, that feels SO good," he told me as he reached
behind me and I parted my legs so he could rub my pussy. When we were both ready
for intercourse, Gib slipped me underneath him and his cock into my pregnant pussy as
I groaned with pleasure. Oh Gib......I'm gonna cum....OHHHH OHHHHHH
OOOHHHGGGOOODDD," I screamed as I orgasmed and we collapsed into each
other's arms and the baby kicked between us.

Time was passing so quickly in seemed impossible to believe that I was six months
pregnant already. When Karen had me strip for my monthly belly shot my waist was 11
inches larger than normal and during my pregnancy I'd gained 16 pounds. The baby
was getting so strong inside me that when it kicked my bladder once in a while I almost
peed myself. At work my belly was becoming public property, everybody loved to put
their hands on my hard mound and feel the baby kick away. By the time I got home my
aching curved back was usually aching and I wanted to take a nap. Usually when I
woke up Karen had supper waiting for us.

Gib had a big job laying the floors in a new house and couldn't visit us for two weeks.
When he did come, Karen found an excuse to stay over at one of her friend's house so
we could be alone. I was making a romantic dinner for us when he came into the
kitchen and wrapped his hand around my big six and a half months pregnant belly.
"Don't say it......I'm getting HUGE! Do you want to know how much bigger my waist is?
It's 12 inches....A WHOLE FOOT! And do you want to know how much weight I've
gained? Twenty-two pounds," I exclamed. "I was just going to tell you that you look so
sexy I want to make love to you right here on the kitchen floor," he said taking me into
his arms and giving me a breathtaking kiss.

I made lasagna with garlic bread and sparking grape juice since I couldn't drink alcohol
while pregnant. The table was decorated with my best dishes and lit candles. My heart
was as full of love for Gib as my belly was full of his baby. "You are so lovely, Maggie.
Everytime I see you I swear you're more beautiful," he told me as my heart skipped a
beat. Everytime you see me, there's more of me too see," I giggled. When we were
finished eating, I started to clear the table, but Gib took my hand and led me upstairs to
my bedroom. "I can't wait one more minute, I want to make love to you," he told me.

My heart was pounding as Gib unbuttoned my flowered sundress and removed it then
took ahold of the orange maternity T-shirt underneath and slowly pulled it over my head
first revealing my well rounded bulging belly and then my milk filled breasts. "I don't
think all the weight has gone to your belly, Maggie darling," he grinned. My normally
B-cup breasts were now D-cups. I couldn't help moaning with pleasure as he held their
weight in his hands and rubbed his thumbs over my nipples. When we were both
undressed and in bed he fondled them then stroked his tongue over my hard nipples as
I felt my pregnant pussy getting wet.

My six and half months pregnant belly was getting so large that we had to start getting
creative in our lovemaking. I lay in my side with my tummy resting against the mattress
and my leg high in the air as Gib moved his hard, thick cock to my dripping pussy then
pushed it deep inside me. In and out, deeper and deeper, we worked in perfect rhythm
as I felt the sexual coil inside me winding tighter and tighter until it released and I had a
monsterous toe-curling, scream at the top of my lungs orgasm.

Afterward I lay naked cradled with his arm wrapped around my shoulders as his hand
moved over the mound of our unborn baby. When my passenger began kicking
powerfully Gib could see the bumps in my skin. "He is getting so strong," he marveled.
"Do you want a son then," I asked as he rubbed my belly over the movement. "I've
already got one...and a daughter too. This baby is such a wonderful miracle I'll be
blessed no matter what it is. Does it always move around so much," he asked. "Always.
Sometimes I think I have an octopus in there," I smiled.
Gib was giving Karen an early morning driving lesson when the strong kicks of my
unborn baby and an urgent need to pee woke me from an exhausted sleep. With my
changing center of gravity getting out of bed was becoming more of a chore every day.
Rubbing my aching curved back, I hurried to the bathroom then took a warm shower
which made the baby even more active inside me. I needed every bit of two towels to
dry myself off then I couldn't resist looking at my changing shape in the full length
mirror. My face looked a little puffier and I couldn't see my shoulder blades anymore as
my body was storing nutrients for nursing my baby once it was born. My normally
unspectacular breasts were now full D-cups and the circles around my nipples were a
rich chocolate color. My tremendous tummy was well rounded with a dark line running
down the middle to my smoothed over belly button. It was so hard and smooth but I
could feel the beginning of stretch marks on the sides at the base of my belly and on my
thighs which were getting wider to support all the weight I was gaining.

Wrapping a towel around my six and a half months pregnant body I scurried back to my
bedroom and gathered clean clothes. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I bent over my big
bulging belly and blindly fished my feet through the leg holes of my panties and a pair of
maternity jeans with a drawstring waist. Even though I complained to Gib about having
such a big belly, I secretly liked showing it off. I pulled on a maternity top that clung to
my shape then slipped on my running shoes and headed downstairs.

I tried not to think about the two lives I was living --- the happy family I was a part of
when Gib was with us, and the lonely pregnant mistress I was when he was with
Jeannette. I'd just gotten into bed and I was trying to find a comfortable position that
suited my unborn baby and me when my cell phone rang and I knew it was Gib. "My
lawyer is going to serve the divorce papers next week, Maggie. I don't want to live this
double life anymore, I want to bring Breck with me when I come down this weekend," he
told me. "Are you sure," I asked as the baby kicked hard inside my big bulging belly. "I'm
sure. I want him to see what a wonderful woman you are before Jeannette tries to
poison his mind," he answered.

I was never so nervous about anything in my whole life. Karen helped me clean the
house until it was spotless and the spare bedroom that we'd soon be turning into a
nursery for the baby was a warm, welcoming bedroom for Breck. But there was no way
that I could hide the fact that I was nearly seven months pregnant with his father's baby.
Finally I decided that all I could do is be myself and hope that my love for his father
shined through.

My heart started pounding as soon as Gib pulled into the driveway and the baby was
hammering away inside my tremendous tummy. Breck was a miniature version of his
father, only a little taller and a little thinner than I remembered Gib being. "Breck, I'd like
you to meet Maggie and her daughter Karen," Gib told him. "Hi Breck," Karen and I said
at almost the same time. His eyes instantly dropped to my tremendous seven months
pregnant belly as if to confirm what his father had told him. I really was going to have a
baby.
Karen did her best to get Breck to feel more comfortable. A couple of her friends came
over and they were all playing computer games while I waddled to the kitchen to make
dinner. I was dipping the chicken strips in bread crumbs to make my Southern fried
chicken when Gib wrapped his arms around my stretched nearly seven months
pregnant belly and the baby kicked strongly. "Give him a little time Maggie, he's a smart
boy. He's just taking everything in. He'll see what a wonderful person you really are," he
told me as he kissed my neck. I couldn't help smiling later as he ate thirds of my chicken
and filled his plate with potato salad and baked beans. It was as if he was starving, both
for food and attention.

"Did you really know my dad when he was my age," Breck asked later that evening
when we finally found ourselves alone. "Yes, I was his girlfriend before he met your
mom," I answered. "You knew my mom, too," he asked. "Yes, but we were never really
friends. Breck, none of this is your fault. Your mom and your dad both love you very
much, they just have trouble with each other. I just want you to know that no matter
what happens you are ALWAYS welcome here," I told him as the baby gave me a
powerful poke and I winced and rubbed the spot. "Is it moving," he asked curiously. "It's
KICKING. Want to feel it," I asked taking his hand and moving it to my hard mound.
"The baby is just as much your brother or sister as it is Karen's," I told him as the baby
kicked and his eyes grew big.

Once everyone was settled in I peed for the hundredth time then went to my bedroom
where Gib was waiting for me. In no time he had me out of my nightgown and was
ribbing his hands over my tremendous tummy . When the baby kicked, it pushed out my
skin. "This is sooo amazing! I can't believe how firm your belly is," he marveled. "It's
itchy too. I have some moisturizer on my dresser," I told him and he reached over and
found the bottle. Gib squeezed out a big blob right on my flattened belly button and
began rubbing it over my mammoth mound in a circular motion. "Oh sweetheart! That
feels SOOOO good! Put some on my breasts too...I think I'm getting little stretch marks
on them too."

My seventh month of pregnancy started at the beginning of May just as the last few
months had, with me posing while my 16-year-old daughter took my belly shot. Now
instead of dreading it, I looked forward to showing off my gravid shape. So far I'd gained
26 and a half pounds and my waist was was an incredible 13 inches larger than normal
but I didn't feel huge and ungainly, I felt vulupious and sexy. I started out wearing a pair
of tan maternity shorts with a white drawstring at the waist and a lime green tube top
that followed the form of my very pregnant shape. For the next picture I pulled it up,
exposing my bare belly. "Wow, mom! You are getting HUGE," Karen exclamed as she
took my picture. Next, I pulled my top off and held my heavy milk-filled breasts in my
hand while I stood sideways to show off the curve of my tremendous tummy. Stipping
out of my shorts and maternity panties, I posed totally naked as Karen snapped away.

At the magazine, my seven months pregnant belly was so big that there were some
places I just wouldn't fit anymore and it was hard to keep my concentration with the
baby kicking and turning with such force inside my tremendous tummy. By the end of
the day I was totally exhausted and my curved back was killing me. When Gib called me
late at night to talk sometimes I drifted off in the middle of a conversation. "I think it's
time for you to go on maternity leave, Maggie. You need to get rested up before our
baby comes," he told me. On Friday afternoon before I started my maternity leave they
gave me a surprise baby shower that brought tears to my eyes. Cullman really had
become my home, I just hoped and prayed that Gib could come and share the life we'd
started.

I had no trouble adjusting to my new life of leisure. Karen was already at school when
my internal alarm clock woke me up with strong kicks and jabs. "I know Giblet, I know.
You're really floating around in there, aren't you? Boy, does your mommy have to pee," I
said as I rubbed my hands down over my mammoth mound. My mission was to get out
of bed and make it all the way to the bathroom before my unborn baby caused me to
pee my maternity panties with a well-placed kick to my bladder. That was easier said
than done since the weight of unt unborn baby inside my well-rounded belly had
definately thrown off my center of gravity.

Pushing away my thin sheet, I worked myself crossways on the mattress as my

passenger remained relatively calm. Placing my bare feet wide apart on the floor, I
pressed my hands against the mattress and groaned as I struggled to my feet. Cupping
my hand over my crotch to hold in the pee, I waddled hurriedly to the bathroom where I
peed a river. Stripping out of my thin nightgown, I drew myself a warm shower and
carefully climbed into the stall. Giblet just loved it when I took a shower, giving me a
volley of sharp kicks as the water streamed off my tremendous nearly seven and a half
months pregnant belly and missed the front of my legs. I figured it was the temperature
of the water that made my passenger so active .

It took me all of two giant towels to dry off my very pregnant nearly 39-year-old body
and when I was finished I just couldn't resist looking at my changing shape. My normally
B-cup breasts had swollen at least two cup sizes and were so full of milk that I could
see blue veins in them. There were dark chocolate rings around my nipples which
seemed longer and hardened easily. My tremendous tummy was firm, smooth and well
rounded and my belly button was starting to push out. My waist had grown an amazing
13 and a half inches and I'd gained 29 pounds. My hips were wider and flatter to support
all the weight I'd gained and my curved back pushed out my bulging belly even more.

Streaking back to my bedroom, I gathered up clean clothes then lowered my heavy

pregnant body to the edge of the mattress to get dressed. Leaning over my big belly, I
fished my feet blindly through the leg holes of my light blue bikini maternity panties and
a pair of denim shorts with a white drawstring waist. After pulling on a yellow top that
clung to my nearly seven and a half months pregnant shape, I looked at myself in the
mirror again. I just LOVED being pregnant and showing off my tremendous tummy.

After breakfast I tried to get caught up on chores while I still had energy and before all
the aches and pains of pregnancy caught up with me. Doing the dishes was especially
fun since my tremendous seven and a half months pregnant tummy kept me from
getting too close to the sink. I fixed myself a bowl of vegetable soup and a roast beef
sandwich for lunch. I couldn't believe how hungry I was all the time and how much I was
eating. By the middle of the afternoon I was ready for a nap but Giblet wanted no part of
that. My unborn baby was moving alot and he or she was getting stronger. The baby
moved really strong and fast, especially when I was laying on my side.

I was just waking up when my cell phone rang. I had a pretty good idea who it was, Gib
always found time to talk when he was working on a job outside the store. "How are you
doing, mommy," he asked. "Getting bigger by the minute," I answered. "I can't wait to
check that out first hand this weekend. Somebody is having a birthday," he laughed. I
was hoping that everybody would just forget about my 39th birthday, but there wasn't
much chance of that. I guessed I was just being silly. It was hard to feel too hard when I
had an unborn baby thumping away in my belly. The more I talked to Gib, the hornier I
felt. Pulling my maternity top up over my big bulging belly I began fondling my bare
milk-filled breasts until my nipples were hard and I wondered how long it would be
before Gib noticed the change in my breathing.

Moving my hands down over my hard smooth stomach I felt the baby's foot poking me.
Being pregnant was such an amazing experience. Loosening the drawstring on my
maternity shorts, I slid a hand to the crotch of my panties and moaned when I touched
my overheated pregnant pussy. "Maggie, are you all right," Gib asked worriedly. "I'm
much better than all right. I'm pleasuring myself....MASTURBATING," I said loving how
dirty the word sounded. "Oh Maggie darling, you don't know what you're doing to me
right now," Gib moaned. "I wish I was there to touch you and make you cum." I was so
wet. "I wish you were here too.....I'd take your cock in my hand and stroke it back and
forth," I told him, knowing that he was doing it too. Oh God, it was happening! When my
orgasm hit I screamed with pleasure as wave after wave of sexual release passed
through my pregnant body.

The powerful pokes of my unborn baby woke me from a restless sleep that was
interrupted at least a half dozen times by trips to the bathroom to pee. "Good morning
precious baby! Are you wishing your mommy happy birthday," I asked my passenger as
my bedroom door opened and Karen came in with a tray full of food. "Happy birthday,
mom," she said putting the tray down on the nightstand since it wouldn't fit over my
belly. I was half finished eating when Gib arrived. Sitting down on the edge of my bed
he kissed my nose then my lips as his hands found my mammoth mound. "I guess we
have been doing a little growing," he smiled. "I've gained a pound and a half this week.
I'm up to 30 and a half pounds," I told him.

Gib was looking at Karen's belly shots of my changing pregnant shape when I waddled
back to my bedroom with only a towel wrapped around me. Sneaking up behind him, I
pressed my big bulging belly against his back as the baby kicked strongly. "Wow! That
was some kick," he exclamed as he turned and put his hands over the spot.
"Sometimes they are so strong they almost make me pee my pants," I laughed as Gib
took away the towel, uncovering my nearly eight months pregnant 39-year-old body.
"You are so beautiful Maggie. Do you have any idea what it does to me to see you so
ripe with my unborn baby," he whispered. "I have a pretty good clue," I giggled as I
touched his erection. "I want to make love to you right now but I promised to give Karen
a driving lesson," he told me.

Instead we settled on him helping me get dressed. Filling his big hand with moisturizer,
he began rubbing it over the smooth, firm surface of my mammoth mound as the baby
hammered away. "What's this," he said. "It's my belly button....it's starting to pop out.
And if you make one remark about me being a big turkey and being almost done, I'm
doing to bop you right in the nose mister," I smiled. I couldn't help moaning with
pleasure as he rubbed the soothing peach smelling lotion over my milk-filled breasts as
my nipples hardened. "Oh Gib! I want to make love to you too," I whispered. "Just think
how good it will be when we finally get to do it tonight," he said kissing my nose.

Sports bras were the most comfortable for my now D-cup breasts. I slipped the bra over
my breasts and Gib hooked it behind my curved back. Next while I sat on the edge of
the bed he slipped my bare feet though the leg holes of my cotton panties and a yellow
pair of low cut yellow maternity shorts. After pulling a matching top over my big bulging
belly, I brushed my long auburn hair which seemed to have gotten more full bodied
during my pregnancy. Sitting down at my vanity, Gib slipped my feet into my jogging
shoes and tied them. "You sure are handy to have around, especially when I'm getting
as big as a house," I giggled.

Gib and Karen were gone so long on their driving lesson that I was about to call the
police when they came bursting into the kitchen with their arms full of packages. "What's
all this stuff.....and where have you been," I asked. "Gib and I went shopping for you so
you guys could go out for your birthday! I made reservations at The Heritage," my
16-year-old daughter exclamed. The Heritage was the most elegant restaurant in the
area and I'd always wanted to go there....but not necessarily when I resembled a whale.
"Don't worry mom, you'll look beautiful when I'm done with you," Karen told me as she
led me upstairs.

When I stepped out of the shower for the second time that day my sixteen-year-old
daughter was waiting to dry off my nearly eight months pregnant body. "I can't believe
how big your belly is! But you are so beautiful right now and I'm SOOOO glad you are
having this baby," she told me. Back in my bedroom, I sat on the edge of my bed while
Karen slipped my bare feet through the leg holes of skimpy mint green bikini maternity
panties. "I don't know about this," I said as I lifted my heavy milk-filled breasts into the
matching lace bra. Next I slipped a garter belt around my tremendous tummy while my
16-year-old daughter stuck my toes into sheer maternity stockings.

"Oh Karen! It's beautiful," I exclamed looking at the emerald green maternity dress she
handed me. "Gib helped me pick it out. He said YOU'D look beautiful in it," she smiled.
It had narrow shoulder straps, went to the middle of my thigh and did a wonderful job of
disguising my very pregnant shape. The baby was hammering inside me as I sat at my
vanity and Karen combed my long auburn hair and then put it up. "Oh mom! You look
like a movie star," my daughter marveled when she was done. When Gib saw me I
could tell that he approved too. I never imagined that I'd be almost eight months
pregnant on my 39th birthday and feel sexy!

The Heritage was just as elegant as I'd imagined it would be.The baby was kicking
strongly as Gib took my hand and led me into the dining room. "Everyone is looking at
us," I whispered. "Not us, Maggie darling, YOU. You are the most beautiful woman in
the room," he told me as my heart skipped a beat. "I don't know about that, but I'll bet
I'm the most pregnant looking," I giggled. The prime rib was delicious but the baby was
taking up so much space inside me that I could only eat a few bites at a time. There was
a big band playing and as much as I loved being held in Gib's arms as we swayed to the
music, soon my feet and ankles were starting to swell a little and my curved back was
aching.

Before we left the restaurant I had to make a trip to the restroom. I was in such a hurry
to pee that I didn't think about how I was going to put myself back together. "It looks like
you could use a hand...and like you're going to have that baby pretty soon," a woman
laughed as I turned to see a beautiful woman with a smaller version of my pregnant
belly. "I know, I feel HUGE," I moaned. "I think you're lovely and your dress is beautiful,"
she said. "My daughter picked it out," I told her. "Wow, how old is your daughter," she
asked. "She just turned 16. I'm here celebrating my 39th birthday," I answered. "Gee,
you sure don't look it," she said as we went out the restoom door.

Karen was nowhere in sight when we got home but she left a note on the refrigerator
saying she was spending the night at a girlfriend's house. "I think she's giving us time
alone....even though we're not exactly alone," I giggled rubbing my big nearly eight
months pregnant belly. You're so beautiful, Maggie. Just looking at you so full of my
baby has had me hard all night," Gib said taking me into his arms as he pressed his
erection against me and I pressed my swollen stomach against him. "I think I know how
we can take care of that problem, Mr. Hawkins," I smiled as I took his hand and led him
upstairs.

When I came back to the bedroom after peeing again, Gib was already out of his
clothes. "One of us is dressed wrong, and I think it's me," I smiled. "I know how to take
care of that problem, too," he said as he slowly undid the small white buttons of my
emerald green maternity dress. When he got down to my mint green lace bra and
panties he moaned and I swear I could see his erection grow. "So beautiful," he said
kissing me. "SOOO PREGNANT," I giggled as he pushed me gently back onto my
mattress and followed me down.

We were kissing so passionately it took my breath away as Gib moved his hands to my
firm, well-rounded nearly eight months pregnant belly as our unborn baby hammered
away. "Our baby is so amazing, I'm so happy that you're doing this," he said as he
kissed my nose then reached behind my curved back to unhook my bra. I couldn't help
moaning with pleasure as Gib fondled my milk-filled breasts until my nipples were rock
hard. "Your breasts are magnificient," he whispered after his tongue stroked across my
nipples and a jolt of sexual energy surged through my pregnant pussy. "Don't get too
used to them sweetheart, your baby is going to drink them back to normal," I smiled.

Gib moved his hands lower to mammoth mound as the baby kicked so hard you could
see it through my skin. "God, Maggie! You are so full of my baby. I can't believe how
hard and smooth your stomach is," he said as he kissed the spot where the baby was
moving. When he moved his mouth lower and began licking my pushed out belly button,
I could help groaning with pleasure as a unexpected orgasm overpowered me as I
soaked my maternity panties.

I was still getting my breath back as I lifted my bottom off the sheet long enough for Gib
to pull down my drenched panties. "I think we're going to have to find a new way to do
this. Giblet is getting too big," I smiled as he rubbed his hands over my firm mammoth
mound. "Do you have any ideas," he asked as I pushed his shoulders so he was
laying flat. Carefully straddling his body, he helped me keep my balance as I guided his
stiff cock to my pregnant pussy then groaned with pleasure as I lowered myself down,
pushing his thick shaft into me. "You are so beautiful like this Maggie," he said holding
my heavy milk-filled breasts in his hands as I moved up and down on his hard cock.
Then he was bracing my hips as I made faster, harder thrusts as the baby kicked inside
me. "Oh God! I'm gonna cum! I'm CUUUMMMMMMIIINNNGG," I screamed as a
tidalwave of sexual energy passed through me.

School was out for the summer as I started my eighth month of pregnancy in June.
When Gib wasn't sleeping with me I had at least half a dozen pillows to prop up various
parts of my gravid body. I usually slept on my right side with my tremendous tummy
resting against the mattress and a couple pillows between my knees. Giblet was taking
up so much space inside me that I had to stuggle out of bed at least a half dozen times
during the night to pee. It was the middle of the morning when the baby woke me up
with kicks that were so strong that one of them made me wince. I realized that my
pregnancy would soon be over and I tried to savor every moment of this wonderful
blessing.

Pushing away the thin sheet, I groaned with the effort as I moved my heavy eight
months pregnant body crossways on the mattess so I was laying on my curved back
with my knees bent and my bare feet wide apart on the floor. Pressing my hands
against the sheet, I pushed my tremendous tummy outward as I struggled to my feet
and waddled hurriedly to the bathroom. My belly was so big that the warm water of the
shower bounced off it, missing my crotch and the front of my legs. I needed three towels
to dry myself off and I was about to get dressed when there was a knock at the door.
"It's belly shot time," Karen giggled. "Can't we just forget the last couple months," I
asked. "NO! We have to get the compete record for Giblet," she answered as I unlocked
the door. "Well, what do you think," I asked standing naked before my 16-year-old
daughter. "WOW mom! You're GIGANTIC," Karen exclamed.

While my daughter took pictures I took time to examine my gravid body more closely.
My face looked a little puffier and I couldn't see my shoulder bones anymore. My once
B-cup breasts were now full D-cups and so full of milk that I could see blue veins in
them. My areolas were a rich chocolate color and my nipples were very sensitive. Right
below my breasts my tremendous tummy began rounding outward. My waist had grown
13 inches and I'd gained 26 and a half pounds during my pregnancy. There was a dark
line running down the middle of my stretched stomach to my pushed out belly button.
My hips were wider and flatter to support all the weight of my unborn baby and my
curved back ached whenever I tried to do to much or at night when I was tired.

The size of my eight months pregnant belly and the strong movements from inside it
told me that we had to get working on a nursery for Giblet. One of Karen's friends was a
painter and he let the girls borrow ladders and drop clothes and even mixed a bunch of
different colored paints for us to redo the spare bedroom next to mine. After about half
the football team took apart all the furniture, we covered the floor and about a half
dozen of my daughter's friends prepared to attack the walls with brushes and rollers.
The girls were already started when I joined them wearing my most battered pair of
maternity shorts and a top that barely stretched over my big bulging belly. "Mom, are
you sure you should be doing this," Karen asked worriedly. "Yeah Mrs. Roberts, you're
HUGE," one of her friends added. "Don't worry, I won't stretch, I'll just sit on the floor
and paint the low parts....as long as you girls help me back up," I laughed. We had a
wonderful time but by the time we were finished my tremendous tummy was covered
with painted handprints from the girls feeling the baby do it's thing.

When it came time to go shopping for baby things I was glad that Karen knew how to
drive because it was getting more difficult every day to fit my tremendous tummy behind
the steering wheel. By the time we got to the mall I had to pee and my sweaty maternity
top was clinging to pregnant shape. My walk had become a waddle as I hurried to the
restroom. A couple girls a little younger than my daughter came in as I was putting
myself back together and just stared at my stretched stomach in amazement.

We had a wonderful time at the Mothercare Store picking out all the baby furniture
Giblet would need -- a crib and playpen, a layette and a changing table. "Oh mom! Look
at this! It's ADORABLE," Karen said holding up a tiny little newborn suit. With my
mammoth mound I'd forgotten just how tiny newborn babies were . The baby seemed
so big inside me as it hammered away with strong kicks and jabs. When the clerk rang
up the bill I couldn't believe how much of Gib's money we'd spent. "It's okay precious," I
thought rubbing my big bulging belly. "Your daddy is pretty excited about having you
and even though you're becoming a pain right now I'm so glad I'm carrying you."

Gib brought Breck along the next weekend they were both surprised how big I'd gotten
but they didn't say anything. I couldn't help smiling as I watched them work as father
and son to put the baby furniture together. When the baby moved, I slid my hand under
my maternity top to the spot. "Is the baby kicking," Breck asked. "It's kicking REALLY
hard. Would you like to feel it," I asked and soon his hands were on my firm,
well-rounded belly, only to be replaced by Gib's. Looking into his eyes I knew that he
was just as much in awe as I was about the life we had created. Then I noticed the hard
bulge in his crotch and smiled. I found it hard to believe that anybody could find me sexy
with my tremendous nearly eight and a half months pregnant tummy but it felt so
empowering that I could excite him.

"Well, what do you think," Breck asked when all the baby furniture was together and the
nursery was finished. "I think it's BEAUTIFUL!" I sniffed as my crazy hormones took
over and tears rolled down my cheeks. "It's even better because you guys all helped to
put it together." For the rest of the evening we had family time but every now and then I
caught Gib looking at me longingly and I couldn't help smiling. I had no idea that hugely
pregnant women could be sex fiends.

By the time everybody was settled for bed I needed a shower really bad. I wondered if
all pregnant women sweated as much as I did. Standing under the pulsing cool water
felt so good on my aching muscles but my mammoth mound was so big that the water
beaded off it, missing my crotch and the front of my legs. It took all of three giant towels
to dry myself off then I couldn't resist looking in the full length mirror at how much my
39-year-old body had changed in the last few months.

My face looked a little puffier than normal and I couldn't feel my collarbones anymore as
my body was storing nutrients for when it was time to nurse my unborn baby. Normally
my breasts were B-cups but now they were so full my milk they were DD and I could
see blue veins in them. The rings around my hard nipples were rich chocolate. Between
them my tremendous tummy began rounding outward. It was impossible to get used to
there being so much of me, I'd gained an incredible 40 pounds and my waist was 16
inches larger than normal. There was a dark line running down the middle to my pushed
out belly button. My hips were wide and flat to support all the weight I'd gained and my
curved back made my big belly bulge out even farther. The baby was taking up so much
space inside me that I felt pressure on my bladder making me feel like I had to pee even
when I just gone to the bathroom.

Lowering my heavy eight and a half months pregnant body to the toilet seat, I bent over
my tremendous tummy and blindly fished my bare feet through the leg holes of my bikini
maternity panties then stood and pulled on one of Gib's muscle t-shirts that only
covered my stretched stomach to a few inches above my pushed out belly button. God,
I was so pregnant! Gib was already in bed when I waddled into the room, my heart
pounding and the baby kicking strongly as I waited for my love's reaction. First there
was the gleem in his eyes and then the wolf whistle. "You are so beautiful Maggie...so
sexy looking....so full of my baby. Now come here so I can show you how much I love
you," he told me as I rushed to his waiting arms.

We were kissing longingly, like we couldn't get enough of each other's taste.Our unborn
baby gave a volley of sharp kicks and Gib moved his hand the spot on my hard eight
and a half months pregnant stomach. "Our baby is so amazing," he marveled as he
pealed the t-shirt off my mammoth mound and up over my plump milk-filled breasts.
Soon I was moaning with pleasure as he fondled my breasts until my nipples were hard
and I was breathing rapidly as milk was leaking out of them. When Gib began suckling
on my left nipple my eight and a half pregnant body shuddered as I uncontrolably
orgasmed. "You taste so sweet," the love of my life told me.

I was still getting my breath back when Gil rubbed his hands over my smooth mammoth
mound as the baby kicked away. "I can see the baby's foot," he exclamed. "Its getting
so strong.....it's almost ready to be born," I told him as he rubbed my smooth skin then
ran his fingers over the stretch marks at the base of my big bulging belly. Leaning over,
he kissed his unborn baby then rubbed his tongue over my pushed out belly button as I
felt sexual energy unfurl inside my gravid body once again. I moved my knees apart as
Gib began to rub my inner thighs as I moaned with pure pleasure. "Make love to me! I
want to feel you inside me so bad," I exclamed. "Have any suggestions," he smiled and
I actually did.

My kicking unborn baby was so heavy inside my womb that Gib had to help me up onto
my hands and knees. I moved my knees wide apart until I found the proper balance, my
tremendous eight and a half months pregnant tummy was so large it nearly touched the
sheet and my heavy milk-filled breasts swayed. I grabbed ahold of the wooden bars in
the headboard of my bed as Gib placed his hands on my bottom and guided his long,
thick cock to my dripping pregnant pussy. I groaned with pure pleasure as he pushed it
deep into me. "Are you alright, Maggie darling," he asked. "I'm wonderful! WE'RE
wonderful! Make love to me," I told him.

We were working together in perfect rhythm letting our moans and groans do our talking
as I felt my orgasm starting to build. When it hit it was so strong that it took my breath
away and suddenly I had a powerful contraction that made me double over my rock
hard belly. "Are you alright," Gib asked worriedly. "I think so. Maybe we better stop until
after our baby is born," I smiled at him.

All Karen was talking about was the Dave Matthews Band concert to be held a couple
hundred miles from where we lived. She was being so good about Gib and me and
about me being pregnant that I just had to make it come true for her. But she didn't have
her driver's license and I didn't trust her going with friends so on a whim I bought myself
a ticket. "Oh mom, I LOVE you," she exclamed wrapping her arms around most of me
when I gave her the ticket. "But how am I going to get there," she asked. "That's easy, I
got a ticket for me too," I told her. "Do you think you should go," my daughter asked
worriedly looking at my tremendous tummy. "The baby isn't due until three weeks after
the concert, sweetheart. Besides, if you went without me you'd spend the whole night
wondering if I was OK and I want you to have a terrific time," I told her.

As weeks passed my mammoth mound grew even larger....much bigger than I

remembered being when I was pregnant with Karen. In the words of my 16-year-old
daughter, I was "ONE BIG MAMA." Karen was already up and long gone when the
strong kicks on my unborn baby and an urgent need to pee brought me out of an
exhaustion fueled sleep. The weight of the baby had definately thrown my center of
gravity out of kilter and getting out of bed wasn't exactly a picnic. By the time I had
worked my cumbersome body across the mattress, I had to stop and get my breath.
Planting my bare feet wide apart on the floor, I pressed my hands against the sheet and
groaned with the effort as I struggled to stand up. Without warning, my unborn baby
gave a sharp poke to my full bladder and I lost control. Warm piss was gushing out of
me, flooding my maternity panties and running down my long slender legs to make a
puddle at my feet.

With the urgency removed, I waddled to the bathroom where I slipped out out of my
soaked, smelly clothes, grabbed a towel and returned stark naked to my bedroom to
clean up my accident. On my hands and knees, my nearly nine months pregnant
stomach was so big it practically touched the floor and I had to crawl back to my bed to
get the leverage to stand up again. God, I was SOOOOO PREGNANT!

I was so huge and ungainly that I didn't even trust myself getting in and out of the
shower anymore so instead I filled the sink with warm, soapy water and gave myself a
sponge bath. It took me every inch of three towels to dry myself off and when I was
finished I couldn't resist examining my nearly nine months pregnant 39-year-old body in
the full length mirror. Most traces of my normally slender body were gone, my face was
a little puffier and I couldn't feel my collarbones anymore. I knew that now that my
pregnancy was almost over, my body was preparing itself to nurse the baby by storing
deposits of fat.

My heavy breasts had swollen from B cups to at least DD and were so filled with milk
that I could see blue veins in them and my hard nipples and the rings around them were
rich chocolate brown. I was so ready for nursing my unborn baby that milk sometimes
leaked into the cups of my bra. My mammoth mound wasn't as round as it was a few
weeks earlier, it was becoming oblong as the baby started to drop into position to be
born. Stretching the cloth tape measure around myself at my pushed out belly button,
my waist was an amazing 16 and a half inches larger than normal. Cringing a little, I
stepped onto the talking scales. Oh God, I'd gained 44 pounds! My tremendous tummy
was so firm and my skin was smooth except for the band of long red stretch marks
below my belly button. My hips were wide and flat to support all the weight I'd gained
and by the ned of the day my feet and ankles were swollen.

Getting dressed wasn't exactly a piece of cake either. Gathering up clean clothes, I
lowered my gravid body to the edge of my bed. With my mammoth mound as an
obstacle, I lowered my maternity panties to the floor then bend over to fish my feet
blindly through the leg holes then repeated with process with a pair of light blue
drawstring shorts as my curved back ached and the baby hammered away inside me.
Pulling a cotton maternity smock over my head, it barely covered my big bulging belly.
Unless I absolutely had to, I never wore shoes anymore.

I started out with good intentions of cleaning the house but soon my back was hurting
even more and I was running out of steam. "And what do you think you're doing," Karen
asked with her hands on her hips. "I HAD to do something. I'm bored stiff," I told her.
"Your job is to take it easy and make a big, healthy Giblet," my daughter told me.

Even relaxing took its toll. By bedtime every muscle in my nine months pregnant body
ached. I wondered if all pregnant women sweated as much as I did. After another
spongebath I waddled back to my bedroom where Karen was waiting. "Come on mom,
let me give you a massage," she said as I lowered myself gingerly to the mattess. "Oh
sweetheart! That feels WONDERFUL," I moaned as my 16-year-old daughter
massaged my curved back then moved lower to my tired legs and swollen feet. "OK
now, pay up," my daughter said as I struggled to roll back over so she could move her
hands to my mammoth mound to feel her unborn brother or sister move. "Wow! Our
Giblet is really getting restless in there," she marveled. "It won't be too much longer until
the baby can keep you awake too," I laughed.

It had been weeks since I'd driven any distance and squeezing my nine months
pregnant belly behind the steering wheel was anything but easy. Sometimes my unborn
baby kicked so hard I thought it would blow the horn! Twice on the way to the concert
we had to stop at gas stations so I could go to the bathroom and pee. When we got to
the stadium I began to wonder if it really was a good idea for me to come along, my
back was really killing me.

"Oh mom! This is SOOO cool," Karen exclamed as we made our way through the crowd
to our seats, if you could call them seats, they were just metal folding chairs. As I
started to lower myself down, a sharp paid suddenly cut down the middle of my back
and around my sides, but my 16-year-old daughter was too excited looking at all the
activity to hear me wince. About 15 minutes later anther pain came and I knew I was in
labor.

At first the contractions weren't too bad -- they were far apart and not very strong. But
as the opening act took the stage, thery were becoming more powerful and establishing
a regular pattern--coming every 10 minutes. Karen was having a wonderful time
watching the musicians and the other kids and the music was so loud that she couldn't
hear me wince and moan slightly when contractions came. Sweat was pouring off me
and I couldn't resist moving my hand under my maternity top to rub my rock hard
tremendous tummy.

Finally the Dave Matthews Band took the stage but I was so wrapped up with what was
happening inside me that I wasn't paying much attention. It wasn't supposed to happen
like this! I wasn't due for three weeks yet the contractions were coming every few
minutes and they were so strong I wrapped my feet around the legs of the chair and I
had to fight the strong urge to push. So much pressure was building in the small of my
back and deep inside my wide hips. At that moment the song ended and Karen looked
at me. "Mom, what's wrong," she asked as the contraction hit. "I'm having pains," I told
her. "You mean LABOR pains," she asked worriedly and I nodded. "Come on, we have
to get you out of here and to a hospital. How come you didn't say something sooner,"
my 16-year-old daughter asked. "You looked like...you were having....such a good
time," I panted as we made our way out of the stadium.

The contractions were coming so close together that I couldn't travel very far between
them and they were so strong that my 16-year-old daughter had to hold me up.
Sometimes I just couldn't help pushing. At last we were out of the stadium and in the
parking lot. I was covered with sweat, my maternity top clinging to my tremendous
oblong tummy. "Oh God! We're blocked in! What are we going to do now," Karen asked
worriedly. "I don't think....we can make it anyway....The contractions are too close," I
told her. "You mean...." my daughter started to say. "You're going to have to help me
deliver the baby....HERE," I told her as I felt pressure building in my lower back.

Karen found an old blanket in the back seat of the car and spread it out between our car
and the one parked next to us. Pressure was building again as I lowered myself gingerly
to the ground to deliver my baby. When the contraction hit, I surrendered to my desire to
push. Placing my hands at the top of my tremendous tummy, I groaned as I beared
down. Oh god, it was happening! I could feel my unborn baby sliding down my birth
canal. "Karen....we have to get my jeans down....the baby's coming," I told her as I lifted
my bottom off the blanket and somehow we managed to get them down around my
ankles as another contraction was building inside me. Something felt really strange but
before I could tell Karen the contraction hit. Suddenly I felt a pop of pressure and the
crotch of my panties and my bare legs were soaked. My water had broken.

The concert was still going on full force but I wasn't in any position to be thinking about
that. So much pressure deep in my wide hips and my lower abdomen, I just HAD to
push. Grunting loudly, I pushed down on my mammoth mound as I laid with my feet flat
on the blanket and my bent knees wide apart. "I can see it mom! Giblet's head is
crowning," Karen shouted excitedly. Wrapping my hands around my thighs, on the next
contraction I grunted hoarsely as I pushed with all my might then screamed as the
baby's head pushed out of me in a gush of fluid. "On the next one....gently turn the
shoulders," I told my 16-year-old daughter as the baby was already using its strong
lungs.

Gritting my teeth, when the next contraction hit I gave it everything I had as the baby
pushed out of me and into Karen's waiting hands. "Our Giblet is a perfect baby girl. I
finally have a sister," my daughter told me as she finished cleaning off the baby and
placed her in my arms. But I still had to deliver the afterbirth. I felt the pressure building
and handed my newborn baby back to my daughter and got ready. But when the
contraction hit it was so strong it doubled me over again and something felt alarmingly
familiar. "KAREN! There's another baby," I told her as I felt the pressure building inside
me again. "What am I supposed to do with THIS ONE," she asked but I couldn't answer.

God I was so tired! Three more powerful contractions twisted my 39-year-old body
before I grunted loudly as I pushed with all my strength and felt the baby's head
crowning my opening. Struggling to sit up, I panted and pushed until the baby's head
pushed out of me. I supported it until the next contraction came and the baby slid out
into my own hands as I heard sirens getting closer to where we were. Paramedics were
getting out of their truck as I examined my perfect newborn son.

A 39-year-old woman can get a bit of attention when she gives birth to twins delivered
by her teenage daughter in the parking lot of a rock concert. Our picture was in all the
local papers and Jeannette was so embarrassed that she quickly and quietly decided to
give Gib the divorce. The twins were three months old when we got married and I finally
had the big family that I always had wanted.