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That Monday started as most Mondays did. I rushed Corey through breakfast because he was running late, as usual, and walked him down the road where he met the school bus. It was one of those glorious early spring days when a person couldn't help but be glad to be alive. The air was filled with the scent of budding trees and melting snows, and the robin was making his presence known as he settled in for a long visit. As I walked back down the road to the house, I felt for the first time in months that there was some hope left on earth for Corey and me. For the first time in over a year I caught myself smiling for no apparent reason. The morning sun felt soothing on my back, and the warm breeze felt refreshing against my face. There was an undefinable feeling of rebirth in the air.

I even caught myself humming as I went back into the old farmhouse and went about the task of cleaning away the breakfast dishes. But I stopped myself and poured an extra cup of coffee instead. I took my coffee onto the porch and decided to just bask in the inner peace I was experiencing. I looked out across the expanse of land, wondering how Corey and I had managed to keep the old place going by ourselves. But then my eyes settled on the gaping hole in the barn roof and poorly patched fence that somehow had managed to keep the Herefords inside, and I questioned how much longer we would be able to rise above the difficult odds of keeping the farm intact.

I heaved a sigh and went back inside, disappointed that the brief feeling of euphoria hadn't lasted longer. Five minutes hadn't passed before I heard a rap on the screen door. It startled me, but then I remembered that Mr. Gillett had said that would be dropping off some feed the first part of the week. Certain that I would see him, I was surprised when I saw a stranger on the other side of the door.

I quickly took inventory of the tall, lanky man who was dressed in faded blue jeans and a white cotton shirt. He had bold brown eyes beneath a shock of dark hair that curled back from his forehead. He looked older than my 32 years and was the physically opposite of my 5'3" height and blonde hair that was cut in pageboy fashion for working on the farm. He offered me a crooked, one-sided smile. "Morning ma'am," he said. Cautiously I kept the screen door between us. "What can I do for you," I asked, keeping my gaze fixed on his face and attempting to read his intentions. "I'm looking for work," he said. "I thought maybe your husband could use an extra hand for a few days."

"I don't think so," I replied. "I noticed that your barn roof needs mending," he said. "Roofing is my specialty." Once again he flashed a friendly, lopsided grin. "I really can't afford any extra hands right now," I explained. "All I ask in return is a hot meal a day and a place to sleep," he said. "As soon as you don't need my services anymore, I'll be on my way." I hesitated before answering him. His offer did sound tempting, almost an answer to my prayers. It was the opportunity I had been hoping for to get the place back in shape.

"All I can offer you is a place in the barn to sleep," I said a little reluctantly. "And the meals aren't very fancy." The stranger's expression lit up. "That'll be fine, ma'am," he said with an agreeable nod of his head. I pushed back the screen door and he stepped inside. "I'm Sherry Foster," I said, offering him a friendly handshake. "Luke Wilson," he said, returning a strong, rugged hand. I couldn't help but notice his scuffed, brown leather boots that had worn through on both sides. It was obvious that he had traveled many miles and was relieved to finally have a stopping place, if only for a few days. I took Luke out to the barn and showed him where he could put his things. He seemed more than satisfied with the modest accomodations.

When I discovered that he hadn't had any breakfast, I insisted that he come into the house for some food before he went to work on the roof. Reluctantly he agreed. As Luke worked on three eggs and four strips of bacon, I put on some fresh coffee. It looked as though he hadn't eatenin days, the way he put away the food. "Where are you from, Luke," I asked as I poured him a cup of coffee. "I just travel around," he said with a shrug of his broad shoulders. "I never stay in one place long enough to call anywhere home." Luke stood up from the table and thanked me for the breakfast. "If your husband could tell me what he'd like to have done," he said, "then I'll get started."

"There is no husband. My husband died a year ago," I confessed. "You mean you keep this farm going by yourself," Luke asked, sounding more than a little surprised. "I try," I said. "As you've probably noticed, I really need the help of a strong and willing man. I think you came just when I needed help the most." He looked pleased. "I'm glad to hear that, ma'am. I was afraid that you were taking me in out of pity," he said. "If anyone should be pitied, it should be me," I said with a sarcastic chuckle. "And please, call me Sherry."

I showed Luke where the tools were, and he got right to work on the barn roof. As the morning progressed, I found myself standing at the window, watching him skillfully at work. He had shed his shirt, and I would have been blind not to have noticed his powerful chest and muscular arms that never seemed to tire. I caught myself watching him and questioning what it was that kept me going back to the window. It had to be more than mere physical attraction. Perhaps the reality of Luke's presence somehow dulled the sharp edge of my loneliness--a loneliness that was so much a part of my life that I thought it would never stop. But it felt comfortable having a man nearby, even if was a stranger that I knew nothing about. An inner voice kept telling me that Luke wouldn't be a stranger for long.

It was mid afternoon before he finished the roof. I fixed him a tall glass of lemonade and sat with him on the porch steps while he drank it. "This is a great piece of land you have here," Luke said as his eyes fixed on the horizon. "Those fields used to be filled with acres of golden wheat," I said nostalgically. "This was a very proud farm in its day. It was really beautiful then."

As I stared out across the fields, I could almost imagine seeing my husband off in the distance on his tractor, plowing the black earth and preparing for another spring crop. I remembered as though it was yesterday. And then when he was finished for the day, he would come home, tired and hungry, but satisfied that he had put in a hard day's work--

"I can see pain in those pretty blue eyes of yours," Luke said, breaking my momentary trance. Brought back to the present, I looked away shyly, pushing away the memories that still hurt each time they surfaced. "I should walk up to the road to meet Corey. It's about time for the school bus to come by," I said, quickly changing the conversation away from myself. "Your son," Luke asked. "Yeah," I answered. "I don't know if I could have made it without him."

"Mind if I walk up to the road with you," Luke asked. "I'd like that," I said. "I want you to meet Corey." My 10-year-old son liked Luke immediately. He talked a mile a minute about his day while Luke listened intently all the way back to the house. Corey ran into the house to change his clothes so that he could rush back outside and help Luke mend the broken fence. By the time I called them in for supper it was almost dark outside, except for a peach glow that illuminated the horizon behind the grove of oak trees along the ridge. They both ate with hearty appetites, and all through the meal it was evident how much Luke's presence in the house ment to my son. Corey's wide-eyed delight never seemed to leave his face, and his questions never seemed to end. I was grateful to Luke for his untiring patience as he answered each question with more than polite enthusiasm.

"That's quite a son you have. You should be mighty proud," Luke said after I tucked Corey into bed for the night. "I'm ashamed to admit that sometimes I get to feeling sorry for myself, and I lose sight of how lucky I am to have him," I said. I switched off the glaring overhead light in the kitchen, leaving only the dim glow of the light from the hallway. I poured Luke and myself another cup of coffee. It felt good to have someone to talk to, and I wanted Luke to stay for awhile before he went out to the barn for the night.

"How long have you been on the road, Luke," I asked. I wanted to know more about this mysterious stranger. "I don't want to talk about me," Luke hedged. "Tell me about you. How did you lose your husband," he asked. "That is, if that's not too personal." As much as I wanted to talk about it, I knew that it was too painful to put into words. "It was an accident," I said. "Why did you decide to stay here on the farm by yourselves," Luke prodded. "Because this place meant everything to my husband," I said. "I couldn't bear the thought of anyone else having it."

"You're a courageous woman, Sherry," Luke said. There was something in his tone that was so sincere that he actually made me feel courageous when he said it. And that was a feeling I wasn't accustomed to. "It's getting late," Luke said as he rose from the table. He rinsed out his coffee cup and set it on the counter. "I think I'll turn in so that I can get an early start on the porch. I noticed this afternoon that you have a few rotten boards that need replacing. There's enough extra wood in the barn to take care of it." He walked toward the back door then turned before opening it. "Good night, Sherry," he said with a respectful nod of his head. "Good night, Luke," I said. "Thanks for coming today." Luke gave me a curious look, as though he didn't quite understand what I was saying. Then a hint of a smile turned at one corner of his mouth. "My pleasure," he said.

After he had gone, I sat in the darkened kitchen a while and reflected on the day that had passed so quickly. Luke had brought more than a strong back and capable hands with him--he had brought a glow of happiness that had touched Corey and given me new strength.

The next few days passed swiftly. During the days, Luke was hard at work mending and painting the porch and repairing all the damage that a hard winter had done. Each evening after dinner we sat and talked after Corey was in bed, and each evening Luke lingered a little longer than the evening before. I won't deny that I enjoyed every one of those precious moments with Luke, but every time he left, I felt as though there was so much more to know about him. He left me with a hunger that I didn't even understand. I liked him alot, but I really still knew nothing about him.

Thursday morning I was in the house baking a pie when I heard a familiar sound coming from the barn. It was the sound of the tractor engine firing up. I left the pie dough half rolled out and hurried out to the barn. There was Luke, hovering over the engine, covered with grease up to his elbows. He looked up when I came in. "It took me awhile, but I got her started," he said, grinning like a little boy. "That's great, Luke, but I don't have much use for it anymore. I buy grain for the beef cattle from the mill in town," I said, returning his smile. "You know," Luke said, squinting in deep thought, "I was thinking that there's still time to plant wheat, if we hurry. Then the cows can eat it off this fall and winter."

The idea sounded absurd, but the only logic that came to mind was that it would mean keeping Luke with us a little while longer. Without further hesitation I agreed that his idea was a good one. "Good," Luke said. "I'll start first thing in the morning." He looked as eager as a schoolboy at Christmas.

That night there was a cold snap. After Luke had turned in for the night, I decided to take him an extra quilt. I was certain it had to be chilly out in the loft. I made my presence known as I entered the barn. "I'm up here," Luke said from the loft. "Come on up." I climbed up the primative ladder to where he was huddled by a candle with some sort of journal across his lap. He closed it as I entered. "I hope I didn't disturb you," I said. "I just thought you might need an extra quilt tonight." Luke thanked me as he took it from my arms. "I'm used to the cold, though. I've spent many a cold night under the stars," he said. "Have you ever thought about settling down in one place," I asked.

"I've settled down a hundred times," he said. "Until it's time to move on again." His voice seemed to come from a long way off as his eyes narrowed in remembrance. "I hope you'll stay here awhile, Luke," I confided, "before you feel the need to move on." His eyes looked deeply into mine as he came closer. In the absence of words I felt myself drawn toward him. I sensed that he was about to kiss me, and I wanted him to. When he bent his head, my lips met with his halfway. I felt the breathless wonder of that first kiss leave me light-headed and happy. All of my deadened senses seemed to come to life under the influence of Luke's kiss. The aroma of his aftershave, the warmth of his nearness, the taste of his lips all filled my head in one wonderful whirl.

My kiss provided the answer Luke was looking for because suddenly we were kissing again much more passionately as our bodies pressed together and he pulled my flannel shirt out of my jeans. We kissed again and again as Luke slowly unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. I shivered at the coolness of the air but only for a moment until Luke lowered me to the blankets and the soft bed of hay. Following me down, Luke kissed me as he loosened my belt, undid the snap and pulled down the zipper of my jeans. Looking deep into Luke's eyes, I gave him my approval as I lifted up my bottom so he could pull down my jeans and take them off followed by his own. It was then that I saw his stiff erection for the first time.

Then we were in each other's arms, our bodies entwined as I breathed wildly. Reaching behind my back, Luke unhooked my bra. I couldn't help moaning with pleasure as his big, rough hands fondled my bare breasts until they were firm and I whimpered each time he touched my hard nipples. "You're beautiful, Sherry. I want you so much," Luke whispered. "Make love to me, Luke. It's been so very long," I told him. "It has for me too," he admitted.

Luke's hands left my breasts and moved down over my slender stomach until his fingers were rubbing the silky material of the crotch of my panties. Tightening my legs around his hand, I bit my lip to keep from groaning but I just couldn't help myself--I orgasmed. Luke smiled as he pulled down my drenched panties. I moved my knees wide apart trying to look as sexy as I could--it had been so long since I even tried. My heart was pounding as Luke moved his strong body into position and I guided his stiff cock to my already wet pussy.

With a wonderful thrust our bodies were one. There wasn't much talking, we let our actions speak for us. Working in perfect rhythm, I couldn't keep from moaning with pleasure. "Oh God! I'm going to cum," I exclamed as I wrapped my legs tightly around his body and surrendered to the temptation. As I orgasmed Luke shot stream after stream of his manhood into me then we collapsed into each other's arms to get our breath back. After we dressed, Luke walked me back to the house in golden silence, his hand wrapped tightly around mine. The air was crisp and the sky was clear, revealing a full moon that lit the night with a silver glow.

At the door, Luke gathered me in his arms as his mouth sweetly met mine once more. I was aware of the strength in his arms and yet the gentleness of his kiss. I fell asleep that night thinking about Luke and reliving the warmth of his tender kisses and our passionate lovemaking.

When I awoke the next moning, Luke was already out in the field plowing. I could hear the sound of the tractor and see Luke backlit by the sun coming up over the hill. It was my first realization that the farm had come to life once again, that for the first time in a long time the earth had been given a purpose. It was a good, satisfying feeling.

In fact, life itself seemed to have purpose again. The weeks that passed were filled with laughter and romance, and I felt truly happy for the first time in years. We continued to spend our evenings making wonderful lover, and during the days, whenever possible, we would work side by side. I kept denying the fact that I could sense the restlessness that was brewing deep inside of Luke. When June arrived, he started talking about moving on.

It was hotter than usual for a June night as Luke and I sat on the porch steps. The locusts sang a night song while the moon bathed us in an ivory light. Luke looked so handsome in the quiet light, his dark eyes nearly disappearing in the shadows. He was quieter than usual, and I felt as though his mood was one that I couldn't touch. When he finally spoke, I felt my heart drop into the pit of my stomach. "I think I should be leaving in a day or two," he said softly. His eyes wandered about without ever settling on me. I sat for a moment trying to absorb what he was telling me, attempting to think of the perfect words that would convince him to stay. I felt tongue-tied and afraid.

"There's still much work to be done around here, Luke. I was just thinking this morning that the house needs paint," I told him desperately. "You and I both know that the house doesn't need paint," he said in a tone that a parent would use to correct a child. An indulgent smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. "I--I don't want you to go, Luke," I said. "I know that Corey doesn't want you to go, either." Luke slipped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me gently to his side. "This is the first time that it feels hard to move on," he said. "But I have a promise to myself that I have to keep." His voice was smooth but insistent and I knew it was a lost cause trying to talk him out of it.

As if he could sense what was about to happen, my 10-year-old son followed Luke all around the farm as he put the final touches on the projects he'd started. At night it was almost impossible to get Corey bedded down. "Alone at last," I said going back to the livingroom and Luke. "You should be very proud of him. He's a good young man," Luke said. "He needs someone to look up to," I said lowly. "Sherry..." Luke started.

Then we were in each other's arms again as I kissed him hungerly. "Make love to me," I whispered as Luke picked me up in his strong arms and carried me to my bedroom. I loved the way he tenderly undressed me and I was whimpering uncontrolably as his rough hands fondled my bare breasts. Lord, I was so wet! Opening my knees, Luke crawled between them and pushed his long, stiff rod deep into me. I loved having sex with him so much. Luke had awakened my sensual desires after being dormant for so long. OH, OHH GOD YES! OHH, OHHH YES. UUMMMMM. OHH, I'M GONNA CUM! OHH OOHHH I'M CCCUUUUUMMMMMMIIIINNGGG," I screamed as I orgasmed again and again as Luke exploded inside me.

Afterwards we lay naked in each other's arms. I had so many feelings for Luke yet I was afraid if I told him how I felt it would only make him leave sooner. "Are you going to be here tomorrow," I asked. "Yes, Sherry honey, I'll be here," Luke told me. Yet when I woke up alone the next morning my heart skipped a beat until I heard Corey's laughter from downstairs. Wrapping my battered robe around my naked body, I found them doing breakfast dishes and getting ready to go out to the pasture and check on the cows. We'd had five baby beefers born in three weeks, a really good crop for us.

My 10-year-old son was talking a mile a minute as he and Luke headed out the back door and that made me smile as I headed back upstairs. Drawing myself a nice warm bath, I scented it with my favorite perfume and after taking a luxurious soak I dried myself off, pausing to look at myself in the mirror. I still had all the curves of my youth, my skin was smooth and farmwork had kept my 32-year-old body young and vibrant. Wrapping a towel around my naked body, I went back to my bedroom and slipped my B-cup breasts into my most sheer bra and panties then put on a clinging sundress that I hadn't worn in ages. Sitting down at my mirror, I combed my short blonde hair and carefully applied makeup for the first time in ages.

Once back downstairs I started making everything we'd need for a picnic lunch and I was just packing our old wooden basket when Luke and Corey came in from the barn. "Wow mom! You sure do look pretty," my 10-year-old son told me. "Your son is right, Sherry. You're beautiful," Luke said tenderly. When it came time to go on our picnic, Corey wanted to carry the heavy basket. My little boy was turning into a man but he still had a ways to go. "Why don't you let me carry that, partner. You can take the blanket," Luke suggested, picking up the basket like it was as light as a feather.

We walked for a ways down our dirt road then cut across the pasture to the edge of our pond. Spreading out the blanket on the soft grass we had a great time eating our picnic lunch. Then Corey pulled the little camera out of his pocket that I'd gotten him last Christmas. "Come on, I want to take your picture," my 10-year-old insisted. I couldn't help wondering if he knew that Luke wouldn't be around for much longer. When Luke wrapped his arm around my slender waist I felt my breathing quicken as Corey snapped the picture. Before we parted, Luke put his hands on my bare shoulders. He had felt it too. "Now you take my picture with Luke," my son ordered and I willingly complied.

Soon after that Jimmy Collins, who was a year younger than Corey and who lived on the farm next to ours, found us. "My dog had seven puppies! Want to see them," he asked excitedly. "Can I, mom," my 10-year-old asked. I guess so, but come home before dark," I said as they hurried off. Barefooted I stood on the soft blanket and watched the two excited little boys hurry off into the distance. Suddenly I was in Luke's arms and as we kissed passionately I felt his hands on my bare shoulders as he unzippered the back of my sundress.

Lowering me to the blanket, Luke began to move his rough farmer's hands over my soft bare breasts. "Oh Luke, that feels so good," I crooned. "You feel good," he told me. Soon I was breathing rapidly and I couldn't help squirming on the blanket as Luke worked his magic on me. Leaving my breasts, Luke moved his hands down over my slender body to the crotch of my panties where he began to rub my opening. "You're so bad. You want to make me cum in my panties, don't you," I smiled, biting my lip. "Well, OK, your wish is my pleasure. OHH, OH GOD! OH YES! OHH, OH....SO GOOD! OHHH....OH GOD....HERE I CUM! OOHHHHHHHH, I screamed as I creamed my panties.

I felt an overwhelming need to make love to Luke, to show him how much I loved him while I still had a chance. Loosening his belt, I pulled his shirt out of his pants and then unbuttoned it slowly and took it off. Unsnapping his jeans, I pulled down the zipper, stopping to admire the hard bulge that was there. I was smiling as I pulled his jeans down over his long muscular legs followed by his undershorts. Totally naked, Luke was magnificent. "What if someone comes along and finds us," he laughed. "The only ones who are going to be cumming is us," I giggled as I guided him down to the soft blanket.

We were both naked as jaybirds as Luke lay flat on his back. I loved rubbing my hands over his muscular chest, rubbing my fingers over his nipples the same way he did to me. Then I moved my hands lower to him hard cock, taking it gently in my hand then rubbing it back and forth in long strokes as he groaned, then I gently squeezed his balls. Luke reached out his hand to find my pussy and I moved my legs apart to give him better access. When I was wet and ready I straddled his body as Luke guided his thick, hard cock to my pussy and I slid down, pushing it deep inside me. Oh God, I was so full of him as I rode him faster and harder, deeper and deeper as he placed his hands on my hips to keep my balance. "OHHH GOD.......I'M CUMMMMINNGGGGGGGG" I screamed as I orgasmed again and again and Luke sent wave after wave of his manhood deep into me.

Corey and I had the best day of our lives but the next morning when I woke up alone I knew that Luke was gone and we'd have to go it alone again. My son was heartbroken. "Why did he have to go away," Corey cried. "Why did he have to come here in the first place?"

"Think of how much fun you had with Luke while he was here and how many things Luke did around here that we couldn't do by ourselves. I'm going to miss him too, sweetheart. But we couldn't make him stay here if he didn't want to," I told my young son.

Summer on the farm was an easy time. Since we raised beef cows we didn't have to milk them and they were perfectly content dining on grass from the pasture. I tried to spend as much time as I could with Corey, he was such a good little boy but the circumstances were making him into a man fast. "Don't worry honey, we're always going to have each other," I told him.

At the end of July I began to believe that maybe Luke had left behind more than great memories. My period didn't come and I had to face the possibility that I was pregnant. I really shouldn't have been surprised, we had made love often. I'd had no reason to be taking birth control when Luke arrived and he'd never used a condom. I shouldn't have been excited either. Pregnant widows weren't common in rural Nebraska. But the thought of carrying Luke's baby in my belly had me mesmorized.

There was no way I could wait months for more visible symptoms; with Luke gone from my life I just had to know if there was a part of him beginning to grow inside me. If I really was pregnant, and I was pretty sure I was, there would soon be no way to keep my condition a secret in the small rural community so I decided to not even try. Humbolt was about five miles from the farm and most of the people had lived in the area all their lives. Corey was two when we moved to the farm from the city and it was a long time before we were accepted. When Paul was killed everyone rallied around us for a short time and then my young son and I were pretty much isolated on the farm. Until Luke came along.

Driving the pickup to town, my heart was pounding as I walked into Mr. Flowers' drugstore. I wasn't even sure he'd have what I was looking for, but he did. Gathering up some things I needed, I put everything on the checkout counter. When he came to the two home pregnancy tests he paused just for a split second and looked up at me. I looked him right back in the eyes. If I was carrying Luke's baby I wasn't going to be ashamed of it. My next stop was Hannon's Supermarket and by the time my cart was filled, the other women there were already staring and whispering about me. Humbolt had a very short grapevine.

"Corey, I'm home," I called as I opened the door and juggled a bag of groceries. Soon my little man was helping me carry in the groceries and put them away. "Can I go over to Jimmy's house," he asked when we were done. "Sure, as long as you come home for supper. Thanks for the help, honey. I love you," I said as my son hurried out the door.

Heading up the steps to the bathroom, I opened the boxes and read the instructions carefully before sitting down on the toilet and peeing on the two little pieces of plastic. A few minutes later one of the tests had a clear blue line and the other was even more definitive, it said PREGNANT. I was going to have Luke's baby. Well, at least the whole county has a reason for talking now, I thought to myself apprehensively. But I was still overjoyed about carrying Luke's baby inside me.

It didn't take long for my condition to affect my son. A few minutes later a dejected Corey came back home. "Jimmy's mom said I can't play with him anymore. I don't even know what I did to make them mad," my 10-year-old said. "Let's go for a walk, sweetheart. I have something to tell you," I told him. Together we walked down our dirt lane until we came to the wheat field. "Luke planted this before he left and it's just starting to grow," I told Corey. "He planted something else, too--a baby that's going to start growing soon inside my belly. That's why Jimmy's mom doesn't want him playing with you. Some people don't think it's right for two people who aren't married to have a baby."

"When is our baby going to be born," Corey asked and I couldn't help smiling. "At the end of March. It still has a lot of growing to do yet, honey," I told him. "What's it going to be," my 10-year-old asked. "I don't know Corey. We're just going to have to wait and see," I smiled. "I'm glad we're going to have a baby," he said as we hugged. "So am I," I said to myself.

Starting my second month of pregnancy at the beginning of August, I was really anxious for something to happen. So much time had passed since Corey was born that I really didn't even remember much about carrying him and I was really gassed out of it when he was born. "That's going to be different with you," I said out loud before I realized I was talking to my unborn baby.

About a week later, bright sunshine was streaming through my bedroom window but as soon as I lifted my head off the pillow, it began pounding and my stomach was churning. Scrambling out of bed, I cupped my hand over my mouth and dashed past Corey down the hall to the bathroom where I huddled over the toilet with my hands on the seat and threw up again and again. "Mommy, are you going to be alright," my young son asked worriedly.. "I'm OK honey. This is just morning sickness. Women who are going to have a baby get it," I told him. "Why," he asked. "I wish I knew," I said forcing a smile.

My morning sickness lingered for a few weeks and I tried to avoid the kitchen and the bad smells coming from the barn at all costs. Even after it faded, Corey was still worried about me. Summer vacation was about over and I wanted my little boy to have some fun. "How'd you like to go on a picnic down by the pond," I asked him. "Can we go swimming and everything," he questioned excitedly. "Well, I guess so," I answered reluctantly. It was sunny and in the mid 80s--the perfect conditions for a picnic. I hadn't been swimming in so long that I really had to look to find my one-piece suit, which upon reflection didn't seem nearly as modest as it used to. Slipping into it, I looked at myself in the full length bathroom mirror. "Not bad, Sherry," I told myself. All my curves were still there but I knew that would change dramatically in the months ahead as my unborn baby made itself visible.

"Gee mom, you sure do look pretty," Corey said as he helped me get our picnic basket ready. "Thank you, sweetheart. Just wait until your brother or sister starts growing and I get a belly," I told him as we hugged. Somehow I always knew that Luke came into our lives for a reason, now I was pretty sure what that reason was.

I dreaded school starting again. Corey was so much a part of my life that I hated having him away from me even for just a few hours every dady. That was a big reason why I wanted my unborn baby so much. But I knew my 10-year-old would be teased by the other kids and be a very lonely little boy because of my pregnancy. He had grown almost an inch and a half over the summer and needed new clothes. Rather than make them myself I decided to take Corey shopping so he could pick out what he wanted to wear. I knew it couldn't make up for the pain he'd be feeling but I wanted him to know how much I loved him.

The nearest shopping mall was almost 80 miles away and the closer we got to the city the more excited Corey got. It was heartwarming to see my little boy laughing again. Our life alone on the farm had made him grow up much sooner than most other kids his age. We walked around the huge shopping mall looking for the best buys we could find. I knew our financial situation was going to get even tighter as the months of my pregnancy progressed. We picked out tough jeans, thick flannel shirts and warm sweaters, sneakers that could withstand harsh Nebraska winter weather, and a heavy winter coat. For good measure we stopped at a toy store and Corey got some model cars and airplanes to put together when it was too cold to play outside.

When we came to a maternity shop I just couldn't resist going inside. It had been a decade since I was pregnant and clothing styles had changed so much. But I was really disappointed that none of them seemed suited to living on a farm and everything was much too expensive. Well baby, I thought to myself, it looks like you're going to make your mommy use her sewing machine after all.

Corey went back to school at the beginning of September as I began my third month of pregnancy. Already subtle changes were beginning to affect my 32-year-old body. I craved sleep so much it was hard to get up at 6 A.M. to get my 10-year-old ready to go. Unlike in the past, I sat down and ate breakfast with my son. I had to watch my nutrition to make a big, healthy baby. Perhaps my favorite time of the day was walking down our dirt lane with Corey to meet his bus. The nearly mile-long trip was always filled with lively conversation and holding hands. Once he was safely on the bus I began my lonely walk back to the house.

A few weeks later I was walking back the lane when I spotted a hole in the pasture fence and I knew I had to fix it before our beefers found it too. Being extra careful not to strain myself, I loaded wire into the back of the pickup and went back to where the fence was down. Even though the mid-September air was cooling a bit, by the time I had the wire restrung and pulled tight my work shirt was clinging to my sweaty three and a half months pregnant body. Already I was talking to my unborn baby like it could hear me. We better hurry and get cleaned up, your big brother is going to be home soon, I told my passenger.

Stripping out of my dirty clothes, I filled our old-fashioned bathtub with warm soapy water and crawled in. As soon as my tiny breasts were submerged I felt a momentary twinge of pain but it went away quickly. When I was drying off I noticed how puffy and tender they were. Standing sideways in front of the full-length mirror I immediately noticed the gentle slope of my pregnant belly and moved my hands to feel how firm it was. My unborn baby was definately starting to make changes to my slender figure.

The whole farm came back to life as soon as Corey got home from school. He was so excited as he told me all about his day. At the school, kids from five little towns were bused in, so at least my son could have some friends who didn't know his mom was a single pregnant widow. After supper I helped Corey with his homework then we watched television and played games until it was his bedtime. "I love you, mom," he said as I tucked him in. "I love you too, baby," I said kissing his forehead. "I'm not your baby. Your baby's in there," Corey said touching my stomach. "You'll always be my special baby," I told my darling son.

Once I was in bed I couldn't resist examining my three and a half months pregnant body closer. Unbuttoning the top few buttons of my pajama top, I cupped my hands over my tender swollen breasts. Before I really realized what I was doing, I was breathing rapidly and my nipples were hard. Each time my fingers brushed over them I couldn't help whimpering. Rubbing my hands down over my firm stomach, I moved one under the elastic waistband of my pajama bottoms and panties to my pregnant pussy. Slowly and methodically I rubbed my fingers over my opening until they were wet and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning with pleasure. I missed Luke so very much. Taking a deep breath, I pushed two fingers deep into my overheated pussy with my bent knees wide apart and lifted my rear off the bed as I worked in rhythm with my hand motion. Oh God, I could feel it happening! I put my free hand over my mouth to keep from screaming as I orgasmed again and again, totally creaming my pant!
ies and pajama bottoms.

Fall weather began to come to the Nebraska countryside in the middle of September and suddenly I never felt better in my life. I was always hungry and my constant nibbling didn't go unnoticed by my 10-year-old son. "Mom, are you eating again," Corey asked. "Give me a break honey! Your baby brother or sister wants to start growing more," I told him.

By the time I started my fourth month of pregnancy at the beginning of October, my condition was becoming more obvious. Already I'd gained five and a half pounds and I had to pin my jeans over a gentle bulge in my lower abdomen. My once loose flannel shirts were suddenly fitting a little snug. As many potential problems as my pregnancy caused, I couldn't help being excited about the baby that was growing inside me.

My field of wheat was ripe and ready to harvest but our farm was much too small to afford a combine. One day when Corey was in school, I drove the pickup to the mill in town to hire them to cut it for me. "I guess I can do that for you on Monday, Mrs. Foster," the mill owner told me as he tried to see my growing tummy under my denim jacket. Watching the big piece of farm machinery cut row after row of wheat, I couldn't help thinking about Luke. I wondered where he was and if he missed me as much as I missed him. Standing at the kitchen door, I moved my hands to my chest and began rubbing my swollen breasts through the material of my shirt and bra until my nipples were hard and I was breathing rapidly. Unsnapping my tight jeans, I moved a hand under my panties and masturbated myself to a wonderful orgasm as I leaned against the kitchen counter.

As the weather began to get colder, I knew I had to start thinking about moving my beef cows back into the barn. After the first frost the grass would stop growing and if the cows ate it too close to the ground, the pasture wouldn't grow back. One morning after Corey was gone and it started to warm up a little, I went to the barn and began working. The bales of dry straw weren't that heavy but I was extra careful as I placed them around the cattle pens. I wanted Luke's baby so much that I didn't want to do anything that would hurt it. Once all the bales were in place, I broke them and began spreading the straw around with a pitchfork.

Without warning I felt a little flutter from deep inside my womb as my unborn baby moved for the first time. Dropping everything, I moved my hands under my shirt to my rounding four months pregnant belly. Well hello precious! I wondered when I'd be able to feel you moving around in there. You aren't even born yet and already you're causing quite a stir around here," I told my passenger. A week later it was a real chore to find clothes that I could still squeeze into. Dressed in my pajamas and robe, I made Corey breakfast and got him off to school. "Don't have too much fun along the way or you will miss your bus. I love you, sweetheart," I said, kissing his forehead before he went out the kitchen door.

Heading back up the steps, I slipped out of my robe and back under my covers. Suddenly my pregnant body just craved all the sleep I could get. A few hours later the gentle tosses and turns of my unborn baby woke me up again. "Good morning sweetheart. I bet you think your mommy is an old sleepyhead," I said rubbing my swollen stomach. Then I was moving my hands higher, bunching up my pajama top as I fondled my bare plump breasts. Soon my nipples were hard and I was squirming on the bed as my four months pregnant body became more arroused. Sliding my hand under the snug elastic waistband of my pajama bottoms and panties and moved my fingers to my moist opening. Oh Lord, it felt so good as I orgasmed again and again, totally drenching my panties and PJs. My unborn baby was really active inside me. "You really liked that, didn't you? So did your mommy, but we better keep this our little secret," I told my unborn baby.

Adjusting to my changing center of gravity, I got out of bed, wrapped my robe around my now naked body and went to the bathroom to take a nice warm soak, where my unborn baby became even more active. Stepping out of the tub I dried off my breasts. They were still a little tender and seemed at least a cup size bigger and the rings around my nipples seemed darker. Standing sideways in front of the full-length mirror, I was definately getting a belly. I just loved the way my pregnant shape looked. "Well baby, there's going to be no hiding you this time," I said rubbing my tummy.

Boy was I right about that. In Humbolt as soon as I parked the truck in front of Edwards' Department Store and crawled out of the cab, it seemed like everyone in town was staring at me and my four months pregnant belly. The store got quiet quiet as soon as I went inside. I had the feeling I'd be getting the silent treatment for a long time to come. Working my way through the narrow aisles to the fabric department in the back of the store, I picked up a large piece of denim cloth. It was almost as expensive as jeans and I couldn't afford either. Instead I picked up a wide piece of elastic. We'll just have to make due with what we've got, won't we precious, I said rubbing my swollen belly as the baby tossed and turned.

Sorting through the warm flannel material, I found colors I liked and picked out enough to make lots of maternity smocks. Then I concentrated on things I couldn't make--maternity bras and panties and a man's coat that was much too large for me--at least for the time being--for me to wear to the barn. Even with all my corner cutting the bill was far more than I wanted to pay and I knew it wasn't going to get any better as my pregnancy progressed.

My next stop was the grocery store where all the other shoppers huddled together in groups of two or three. There was little doubt what or who the conversations were about. I filled the cart with mostly ingredients to make other meals and headed for the checkout line. Max Hannon squeezed as much into each bag as he possibly could then watched out the plate glass window as I struggled to lift them into the pickup. My slightly curved back was killing me and the baby protested with its first kick that Corey would be able to feel, but I never let on that it was a struggle. "Us farm people are tough, aren't we," I said on the way home as I patted my pregnant belly.

I had just put all the groceries away and was cutting up some carrots and potatoes to make vegetable soup when Corey came home from school. "How 'ya doin' mom," my 10-year-old asked. "I'm doing great! As a matter of fact, I have someone I want you to meet," I told him. Taking his hand, I moved it under my flannel shirt to my four months pregnant belly as the baby tossed and turned and finally gave me a good kick. "That's your baby brother or sister," I smiled as his eyes grew large. "Wow! That's really neat," Corey exclamed.

My clothes making chore began almost immediately out of pure necessity. At four and a half months pregnant my unborn baby was growing so fast I could hardly fit in any of my jeans and shirts. The first step was to cut the fronts out of my old jeans and replace them with the wide elastic I'd bought. "I sure hope we're doing this right or we're in BIG trouble," I said as I sewed and the baby rolled around inside me. My first pair didn't look fancy but they worked, already my swollen tummy was pushing out the elastic band. As the weeks passed and the baby grew even stronger inside me, I turned the flannel material into colorful smocks that flowed over me, but I knew that would change in the months to come.

Near the end of October as I approached my fifth month of pregnancy, we had two killer frosts and I knew it was time to bring our beefers into the barn for the winter. With Corey as my only help, we herded them from the pasture as the baby kicked away inside my rounding belly. The big cows were pretty gentle and went where we wanted them to go so it wasn't too much of a job to get them into the pens, yet by bedtime I was totally exhausted.

Since every muscle in my gravid body ached and inspite of the cooler weather I had gotten sweaty, a nice warm bath before bed seemed like a terrific idea. Stripping out of my farm clothes, I lowered my nearly five months pregnant body into the old fashioned tub as my unborn baby turned and kicked to beat the band. My passenger was getting so much stronger.

Drying myself off, I couldn't resist looking at my nearly five months pregnant figure in the full length bathroom mirror. Already my tiny breasts were filling with milk, making them soft and nearly double their normal size, and boy were they sensitive. The rings around my nipples were becoming a rich chocolate color. My stomach was firm and rounding, already my belly button was starting to push out slightly, aided by my curving back. Moving my hands down over my hips, I felt how they were becoming wider and flatter to support my pregnancy weight. Stepping onto my scales, I had gained almost seven pounds so far. After Paul died I believed I would never feel another baby growing inside me. I fully intended to savor every minute of this special, unexpected pregnancy.

Wrapping my robe around my naked body I hurried back to my bedroom and quickly slipped out of it and under the covers. In a short time I was warm and ready for sleep but my unborn baby and hormone filled body had other ideas. Like a magnet my hands were drawn to my rounding pregnant tummy to feel my passenger turn and kick. It was such an amazing sensation. Moving my hands higher, I began to fondle my breasts until I whimpered with pleasure each time I touched my hard, overly sensitive nipples.

Breathing rapidly, I knew there was no turning back. Rubbing my hands down over my rounding tummy, I pressed them against my overheated pregnant pussy. Slowly I began moving my fingers over my pussy lips until they were swollen and I was so aroused my blankets were bunched at the foot of the bed. With my knees bent high in the air and my feet flat on the sheet, I took a deep breath and pushed two fingers deep into my cunt. Back and forth...in and out...faster and faster....baby kicking. OH GOD! I WAS CUMMING! I couldn't help screaming with pleasure as I orgasmed again and again.

The Nebraska weather turned to winter as I started my fifth month of pregnancy in November. To keep the truck battery charged up and Corey warm, I drove him down to the end of the lane each morning and waited for the bus. "Good bye mom, I love you...you too," he said touching my belly before he opened the truck door. "We love you too, honey," I told him as my little man went to school.

With the beef cattle housed in the barn, there were a lot more chores to do around the farm. Pushing the empty feed cart over to the feed bin, I stretched to pull the rope that opened the trap door and the feed mixture flowed into the cart. My unborn baby protested with strong kicks as I pushed the heavy cart around the barn. It took three trips to feed all the beefers and I had to do it twice a day. I knew I had to do something before I got too much more pregnant. I just couldn't risk doing anything that might hurt my unborn baby. I wanted it so very much.

By the time I made our supper, helped Corey do his homework and watched some TV with my 10-year-old son I was really dragging. Once he was tucked into bed I went to my room and pealed off my sweaty smock and maternity jeans then reached behind my back to unhook my bra. My new shape intrigued me so much. Taking my larger breasts in my hands I noticed how much heavier they were and the dark rings around my nipples. Standing sideways I admired how round my belly had become and the dark line running down the middle to my deepening belly button. Paul used to tease me about having a body like a boy, but now my hips were wider and flatter with a purpose, to support the added weight of my pregnancy.

It was weeks later before I found a solution to my problem.I had just finished watering the cattle when I heard a truck drive back the lane. "Mrs. Foster, are you here," a voice I recognized as Sam Cleamons, the area livestock dealer, called. Obviously he was the only person in the county who hadn't heard about my condition. Even under my coat, my five and a half months pregnant belly was quite apparent and he sure was looking at it. "There's a big beef sale in Lincoln next week. I was wondering if you'd like to send some of your cattle," he said. I decided to get rid of all my adult animals except for three pregnant cows and keep my yearlings and calves. I was pretty sure I'd be able to take care of them while I carried my baby.

When Thanksgiving vacation came it was wonderful having Corey around all the time but he still got up so early. It was barely light out when I heard my nearly 11-year-old sneaking past my bedroom door. "Corey..." I called and the light of my life opened the door and peeked in, "come and lay down for a while with your mom." Slipping out of his shirt and jeans, my little man crawled into bed with me. "Is the baby awake too," Corey asked. "Here, feel for yourself," I smiled moving his hands under my snug pajama top to my bare almost six months pregnant belly. "Wow! It's hard. I thought your belly would be soft like a pillow," Corey marveled. "It has to be hard to protect the baby, it's pretty tiny right now," I told him. "Does that mean your belly is going to get even bigger," he asked. "I'm afraid so...in a couple months you might have to help me out of bed," I smiled as we giggled.

At that moment, my unborn baby gave me a solid poke, one that its big brother could feel too. "WOW! It kicked me," my 10-year-old exclamed. "Your baby brother or sister just wanted to say hello to you," I told him. "I wish we knew what the baby is," Corey said. "We're just going to have to wait a few more months to see, sweetheart," I said as I held him close to me.

The weatherman was predicting the first major snowfall of the winter as I started my sixth month of pregnancy in December. It seemed hard to believe that my baby would be 11 years old in a few days. Almost on cue, my unborn child began to stretch awake inside me. Moving my hands under the covers I placed them on my rounded belly. "I know sweetheart, your brother won't be the baby of the family for too much longer, will he," I said out loud.

I couldn't help wondering where Luke was and wondering if he had found someone else. Without even realizing it I was fondling my plump breasts. My breathing was quickened and each time I ran my fingers over my erect nipples I bit my lip to keep from moaning with pure pleasure. "Oh baby, having you inside me is making me SO hot," I whispered. Reaching over my rounded six months pregnant stomach, I moved my hand under my panties to my moist crotch. I couldn't help groaning as I moved my fingers around my opening until I just couldn't wait any longer. Taking a deep breath, I plunged two fingers deep into my overheated pregnant pussy. Oh Lord, it was happening! Twisting and squirming on the sheet, I reached orgasm after orgasm as the baby kicked inside me.

I lay there for a few minutes getting my breath back while the baby kicked and tumbled inside me. "Well precious, we can't stay in bed all day. We have a lot of work to do before it starts snowing," I told my passenger. I could hardly wait until my baby could really keep me company. With my changing center of gravity, getting out of bed was no easy trick anymore. Struggling to my feet, I wrapped my robe around my naked gravid body and walked down the hall. "Corey, it's time to get up for school," I said and once I heard him stirring I went downstairs to get breakfast going. Suddenly I was absolutely starved and ate a plate of bacon and scrambled eggs, topped with a tall glass of milk to build strong baby bones while I waited for Corey to get up.

Once my soon-to-be 11-year-old son was eating I headed back upstairs to give myself a sponge bath. I was getting too big and ackward to climb in and out of the tub safely. I needed all of a giant bath towel to dry myself off, then I stood naked in front of the full length mirror examining how my six months pregnant 32-year-old body had changed in the last few months. My blonde hair was thicker and shinier than normal and my face seemed a little fuller. My breasts were at least a cup size larger and the rings around my nipples were a rich chocolate brown. My rounded pregnant belly was firm and smooth with a dark line running down the middle to my deepened belly button. Stepping onto the scales, I'd gained 11 and a half pounds so far. My hips were wider and flatter to support the pregnancy weight I still had to gain.

Wrapping a clean towel around most of my gravid body, I hurried back to my bedroom were I slipped into a clean bra and maternity panties then into my adapted jeans and a homemade smock. "Are you ready to go, honey," I asked as I went back into the kitchen. It was beginning to get a little snug behind the steering wheel as I drove Corey down the lane to wait for his bus. Once he was on his way I headed back to the farm to feed and water our beefers. It took me a little longer than usual; I didn't want to do anything that would hurt my unborn baby. Still it was a little hard to get my breath and my curved back was aching when I was done.

Snow flurries were already in the air as I drove toward Humbolt to do some shopping. There was no disguising my condition and my unborn baby and I were certainly drawing our fair share of attention. My first stop was Edward's Department Store to get Corey's birthday present. He really wanted a BB gun and I knew he was mature enough to handle it. The ground was white as I headed for the grocery store where people literally stopped in their tracks to get a look at me and my pregnant belly. Undaunted, I worked my way through the aisles filling my cart to overflowing.

Halfway back to the farm something else was nearly overflowing too--me. I suddenly had to go to the bathroom so bad I could hardly keep still and concentrate on driving on the snowy country road. Without warning the baby gave me a sharp kick to my full bladder. "Oh precious, you shouldn't have done that," I moaned as the wet spot in the middle of my crotch grew bigger and bigger. When I got home Corey was there waiting for me. With all the back roads in the school district, they usually cancelled school pretty early when there was a big storm coming. "What happened," my son asked after taking a look at me. "The baby kicked me and made me pee my pants," I answered. "Maybe you better go change. I'll carry in the groceries," Corey told me. "Okay, Mr. Foster," I said as he giggled.

By bedtime six inches of snow was on the ground and the weatherman said it was going to keep it up all night. "Looks like you're going to get a good birthday present sweetheart, a day off from school," I told my son. The next morning Corey was up and banging around the house just as early as he normally got up. And talk about banging! "Being an early-riser must run in this family. I think you're going to be just like your big brother," I said rubbing my rounded pregnant belly as the baby kicked.

"Oh mom! Thank you! Can I go outside and practice," my 11-year-old son exclamed excitely when he unwrapped his birthday present. "Well, all right.You can line up some cans along the fence. Bundle up and be careful," I told him. "Oh mom," Corey said again, this time to tell me that he wasn't a baby anymore. "I love you Corey. I don't know what I'd do without you," I said as we hugged and the third member of our growing family thumped away between us.

Christmas was fast approaching and Corey's eyes lit up everytime he saw something on TV that he wanted, but he knew our money situation was tight so he didn't say anything. I knew some of the kids at school were giving him a rough time about my pregnancy but he never let on. "Honey, if you could have anything you wanted for Christmas, what would it be," I asked him. "An X-Box, I guess...you can play LOTS of games on it," my 11-year-old said after thinking about it. "Then that's exactly what we're going to get you," I said as I kissed his cheek.

My promise put us back on the road a week and a half before Christmas heading towards the shopping mall about 90 miles away. By the time we got there Corey was excited beyond belief. As for me, my curved back was killing me and boy did I have to pee. "Now you stay right here and don't talk to any strangers," I told my son as I cupped my hand over my crotch to keep from wetting myself. Hurrying in the restroom I pulled down my maternity jeans and panties just before the floodgates opened. "That was a close one," I told my unborn baby as it kicked inside me.

The X-Box wasn't so bad, it was all the games that went with it that were expensive. I let Corey pick out four of them so he wouldn't get tired of the expensive toy, then we headed for the baby shop. It had been over a decade since I'd been pregnant with Corey and as soon as I looked at baby clothes I got a sudden case of the frights. They were all so tiny and delicate. Looking at the price tags were also frightening, they were way too expensive for my meager budget. I guessed I'd have to polish up my knitting and sewing skills.

Next we looked at baby furniture and discovered it was even more expensive. The only choice we had was to buy what we really needed. We picked out a crib, bassinette, changing table and layette but all of the big things still had to be assembled. "Don't worry mom, we'll be able to put it together. Besides, we can carry it easier this way," my 11-year-old son told me.

On Christmas morning both of my children--born and unborn-- were awake bright and early. "Just wait a few years, my precious baby, then you'll really be excited about this day," I said rubbing my bulging belly. Let me tell you, when you're almost seven months pregnant there just isn't any easy way to get out of bed. Working my heavy gravid body across the mattress, I placed my bare feet wide apart on the cold hardwood floor, pressed my hands against the sheet and groaned as I pushed myself to my feet.

Corey already had his X-Box hooked up and was playing a baseball game when I slipped into a pair of maternity jeans and stretched a knit sweater over my big nearly seven months pregnant belly and made my way downstairs. "Come on mom, play with me," my 11-year-old son said excitedly. "I don't know I'm not very good at these things," I told him as I lowered my gravid body onto the couch, my mound was to big to bend anymore and I had to flop down now. My son explained all the directions to me but my passenger was kicking so much I didn't remember any of them. "When I saw swing, just press the button," he finally told me and when I did I hit a home run. "Not bad for a pregnant woman, huh," I laughed as we hugged and kissed.

Getting out of bed early every morning to get Corey breakfast and off to school became more difficult as I started my seventh month of pregnancy in January. But I loved my son so much I just made myself do it. Squeezing my well-rounded tummy behind the steering wheel, I drove the pickup back our snow-covered lane to the main highway where we waited for the bus. "Goodbye mom, I love you.....you too," Corey said touching my big bulging belly before he got out of the truck.

Back at the farm it was so cold in the old barn that I tried to get my chores done as quickly as I could. Pushing the feed cart under the grain chute, I reached up and pulled the rope as my flannel maternity smock pulled up exposing my tremendous seven months pregnant tummy and my unborn baby gave me a powerful kick. By the time I pushed the heavy cart back to the cattle pen and fed my beefers my curved back and the back of my legs were aching. I knew I had to slow down soon or it might hurt the baby, but I had to keep the farm running too.

It was almost noon before I got all my barn work done. I was just putting the hose away from filling the water trough when my feet hit a slippery spot and I felt myself beginning to fall. Landing on my butt on the hard pavement, I waited for a few very anxious moments before my passenger moved strongly inside me. Struggling to my feet, I rubbed my aching back as I waddled back to the house.

Boy was I grungy! Slipping off my coat, I headed straight up the steps to the bathroom where I unbuttoned my smock and got out of my maternity jeans and underwear. I really wanted to take a nice soak in the tub but I'd already fallen down one too many times. Instead I gave myself a leisurely sponge bath, stopping often to examine my seven months pregnant shape. My breasts seemed to be getting a little plumper every day as they filled with milk for my unborn baby. They were easily full C-cups now, much larger than what I was used to having. My stomach was firm and well rounded with a faint line running down the middle to my belly button. Stepping on the scales, I'd gained 21 pounds too far and I had nearly two and a half months to go. My hips were wide and flat and my curved back seemed to be aching more and more.

At the supper table Corey was anxious to tell me all about his day but I was so tired I could hardly keep my eyes open. "Mom. maybe we better wait until I get home from school before we do the chores. That way I can help you some," my little man told me. Once I tucked my 11-year-old son in bed I waddled to my room and lowered my heavy body to the mattress. It was getting harder to find a comfortable way to lay that suited both me and my passenger. Usually I ended up laying on my right side with my mammoth mound resting against the sheet so that some of the pressure was removed from my spine. I couldn't resist rubbing my hand over my smooth stretched skin as the baby kicked. "I wonder where your daddy is precious. I sure miss him," I said out loud.

Everytime I was in the barn something was calling me to the loft where Luke had stayed and we'd made love for the first time. With the added weight of my seven months pregnant belly it was no easy task to climb the old ladder and with my changing center of gravity I had to be extra careful not to fall. I had to stop to get my breath and the baby was protesting with solid pokes when I got to the loft. I didn't know what I was looking for, maybe a trace of Luke. I was about to give up when I saw something balled up in the hay he'd slept on. Groaning as I bent over to pick it up, I found one of his workshirts. Moving it to my nose I inhaled Luke's aroma and remembered all the wonderful times we'd had together.

Corey was talking a mile a minute when he came home from school but my mind was still lost in Luke and I was feeling incredibly horny. "What do you want for supper," I asked my son as I opened the refrigerator door and my eyes were immediately drawn to the long thick cucumber in the vegetable bin. He wanted burger and fries and that was fine with me. Later we watched television as I secretly moved my hand to my crotch every now and then to rub my pregnant pussy or to my breasts to fondle them through my maternity smock and bra until my nipples were hard. Once Corey was in bed, I snuck quitely to the kitchen, got the cucumber and made my way cumbersomely up the steps to my room.

Filling the sink with warm water, I didn't use soap as I washed my seven months pregnant body. I needed two towels to dry myself off then I stood sideways admiring how much my 32-year-old body had changed in the last couple months. I'd forgotten just how big I'd gotten when I was carrying Corey. My mammoth mound was so firm and smooth except for a couple stretch marks starting to form at the base of my stomach, just under my belly button. Luke's workshirt just barely fit around my gravid body and reached halfway down my thighs. I could smell his manly aroma as I waddled barefooted back to my bedroom.

My heart was pounding with excitement and the baby was kicking strongly as I lowered my heavy pregnant body into bed. Unbuttoning Luke's shirt I closed my eyes and tried to imagine he was with me. He used to love my breasts, I thought as I fondled them. I wondered what he would think of them now, they were at least two cup sizes larger with dark rings around my hard nipples. I was breathing rapidly as I slid my hands down over my tremendous seven months pregnant tummy. It was so firm and smooth except for the stretch marks under my smoothed over belly button. Moving my bent knees apart, I rubbed my inner thighs as I felt myself becoming more aroused. When I moved my fingers to my pregnant pussy it was already moist.

Taking the long, thick cucumber from my nightstand, I rubbed body lotion over it then moved the tip to my pussy lips, running it back and forth as I moaned with pleasure. Slowly I began to push the cucumber into myself, loving the feeling of having my pussy filled. Imaging Luke, I began sliding it back and forth, in and out, deeper and deeper until I was moving my hips with the motion and groaning with pleasure. I was SOOO wet. Then I could feel it happening. OHHH, OOOHHH GOD! I'M CUMMMIIINNNGGGGG, I screamed as I orgasmed again and again.

Weeks later the weatherman was calling for a snowstorm so severe they issued a stockmens' warning to keep animals inside. Since there was no telling how long Corey and I would be snowed in, I decided to drive to Humbolt and stock up on groceries. I could hardly squeeze my seven and a half months pregnant belly behind the steering wheel and by the time I got to town I had to pee something fierce. My first stop was Edwards' Department Store where I made a beeline straight to the restroom.

When I came out it seemed like every eye in the place was on my gravid body as I moved between the seemingly shrinking isles to the fabric department. There were skeins of every pastel colored yarn imaginable and I needed knitting needles too. "What are you anyway," I asked my unborn baby as it turned and kicked. "I know Corey would love a little brother to play with, but I sure wouldn't be disappointed if you were a beautiful baby girl."

Next I headed to the grocery store where I filled the cart with enough stuff to last us a month. Well, maybe only a few weeks the way I was eating. There was a new girl at the checkout counter who was obviously pregnant. When it came time to bag everything up, she filled them only halfway full so I could carry them a little easier. Max Hannon was watching so I didn't say a word, I thanked her with my eyes. I had most of the groceries put away when Corey came home from school. "I'm sorry honey, I just got busy," I said as I hugged him to warm him up. "The baby kicked me," he exclamed as my passenger hammered away. "It just wants to tell you that it loves you as much as I do," I told him.

The weather was really looking wicked--the sky was dark with snow clouds and a blustery wind was beginning to blow. After supper Corey and I bundled up and headed for the barn to feed the cattle. We made a fine pair---he was too little and I was too pregnant---but somehow we managed to move enough feed into the pen to last them for a couple days.

Early the next morning my unborn baby was just beginning to stir inside me when Corey slid under the covers with me. "Is the baby awake yet," my 11-year-old asked immediately. "It's just starting to move around. Here, feel for yourself," I said placing his hand on my seven and a half months pregnant belly. "Well honey, what do you think," I asked. "You're getting pretty big, mom," Corey told me. "The baby's getting stronger, Corey. Pretty soon you're going to know whether you have a brother or a sister," I said.

"Mom, is it going to hurt a lot to have the baby," Corey asked. "I won't lie to you, sweetheart. It will hurt, but it's a good kind of pain because you are working really hard," I said as I tried to explain labor to my 11-year-old son. "When it's time for your brother or sister to be born, the muscles around the baby will start tightening and relaxing. Those are called contractions and as they get closer and closer I'll want to push the baby out of me," I told him. "Where does the baby come out," Corey asked and I sure wasn't really for that one. Taking his hand, I moved it under my maternity panties to my opening. "The baby's going to come out here," I told him. "But how...how's it going to fit through there," my young son asked in amazement. "My opening will get bigger and bigger until the baby can fit through and I'll have to push real hard," I answered. "Does it hurt," he asked again. "Well, put a finger on each side of your mouth and pull. That!
's what it feels like when the baby comes out," I told him.

Starting my eighth month of pregnancy in February, both Corey and I realized I had to start taking it easy until after the baby was born. "You don't have to get up every morning with me, mom. I can make my own breakfast and I like walking out to the bus stop," my little man told me. He was growing up so fast, I was just growing.

Cold winter sunshine was streaming through my bedroom window when the strong kicks and jabs of my unborn child woke me from a sound sleep. Moving my hands under the cover to my warm bulging belly, I was still amazed at what was happening inside me. Then I moved my hands higher to my milk-filled breasts. "Oh baby, I shouldn't be feeling like this...I'm getting as big as our barn," I whispered between my quickened breathing. Under the fondling of my experienced hands, soon my swollen breasts were even firmer and my nipples oh so hard. Timidly at first, I began to squeeze them until suddenly my fingertips were moist. Working even harder, a stream of milk shot out as a wave of sexual excitement went straight to my pregnant pussy as I orgasmed.

Reaching my hands over my mammoth eight months pregnant mound I slipped my fingers under the stretched waistband of my maternity panties to my overheated pussy and began rubbing. I was so aroused I couldn't help squirming as the baby thumped away inside me. Taking a deep breath, I plunged three fingers deep into my pussy and moved them deeper and deeper, faster and faster until another orgasm overpowered me as I screamed with pleasure.

"Now we really need to clean up," I told my unborn baby but getting out of bed when you're eight months pregnant sure isn't easy. Moving my heavy gravid body across the mattress, I planted my feet wide apart on the hardwood floor, pressed my hands against the sheet and groaned with the effort as I struggled to stand. Withthe increased girth of my unborn baby, my walk had become a waddle and it was even more apparent when I was in a hurry. And boy was I! My passenger was taking up so much space inside me that I really had to go to the bathroom. I knew from experience that one good kick in the right place was all it would take to make me piss myself.

My days of fitting in our old fashioned bathtub were over until after the baby was born so instead I filled the sink and gave myself a sponge bath. Although I missed soaking away, it wasn't an entire loss. I got to take time to examine my changing eight months pregnant body at a much slower pace. My breasts were so plump and filled with milk that I could see blue veins in them and they actually ached if I didn't let out a little when I masturbated. My stretched stomach was huge and the more pregnant I got, the lower the baby seemed to be riding. There was a dark line running down the middle to my flattened belly button and I just loved to rub my hands over the mound of my unborn baby. My hips were much wider and flatter than normal and my curved back ached whenever I tried to do something that an eight months pregnant woman wasn't supposed to do.

Drying myself off with two large bath towels, I stood at different angles in front of my full length mirror. "Well Sherry, there's no doubt about it. You are positively pregnant," I said out loud. Stepping onto the scales, I'd gained 28 pounds so far. I couldn't help wondering what Luke would say if he knew his baby was growing in my belly.

Naked as a jaybird, I hurried back to my bedroom where I gathered up clean clothes. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I leaned over my big belly to fish my feet through the leg holes of my panties and maternity jeans and slipped on my knee socks. The baby really loved it when I was leaning over since it gave my passenger more space to turn around and boy did it take advantage of the opportunity!

Squeezing behind the steering wheel of the pickup, I began the long bumpy ride to town. By the time I got there I had to piss something fierce. At the supermarket all eyes were on me as I hurried to the tiny restroom and when I came back everyone was staring at me as I filled my cart. "She's huge," I heard Mrs. Henning whisper. "It looks like she's going to have that baby any day," Mrs. Johnson added. "I'd give anything to know who the daddy is," old Miss Thorpe piped in. A few rows later they started again. "I'd be ashamed to go out in public---a widow with a pregnant belly like that," Mrs. Kline said. "I don't think she has much of a choice," Miss Wiggins laughed wickedly.

The strong kicks and jabs of my unborn baby told me that one thing the town busy bodies said was true. My baby was going to be born pretty soon and I had to start getting ready for it. Digging out my needles and yarn I tucked a pillow under my aching curved back and began to work away. "What are you doing, mom," Corey asked coming into the livingroom. "I'm trying to knit your brother or sister some clothes. What do you think," I asked holding up a white sweater. "It's awful small," my son answered. "The baby isn't going to be very big, even though I sure am right now. You haven't told me whether you want a brother or a sister, sweetheart," I said. "I don't know. A brother would be kinda neat," he told me finally. "Well, I can't promise you anything, but I'll make something blue next," I laughed.

Weeks passed as my baby got bigger and stronger inside me. I had to struggle out of bed a half dozen times each night to go to the bathroom. Crawling back into bed, I finally found a comfortable position for my cumbersome pregnant body when my unborn baby began to stir inside me. "No precious, it's not even close to morning yet. Why don't you go back to sleep," I told my passenger.

But my unborn baby wanted no part of that idea. It's kicks and jabs were so powerful that I couldn't ignore thefact that it would be born soon. I knew I didn't have enough money to pay a big hospital bill and even if I could, there wasn't anyplace Corey could stay while I was there. Babies had been born at home for ages before hospitals became popular. "I guess we're just going to have to do it the old-fashioned way," I said rubbing my gigantic eight and a half months pregnant belly as the baby thumped away.

At the end of February another Midwestern snowstorm closed down everything and I finally got to spend some quality time with my 11-year-old son. It was still much too early to get up when I heard him walk past my bedroom door. "Corey," I called. "Mom, are you all right," he asked worriedly. "I'm fine. I just wanted you to come and lay down with me for awhile," I told him and he did just that. "Is the baby awake yet," Corey asked as I couldn't help smiling. "Here, feel for yourself," I said moving his hands to my tremendous nearly nine months pregnant tummy. "Wow! It really kicked me," my son exclamed. "It's going to be born pretty soon, sweetheart. And when the time comes, I'm going to have it right here at the farm," I told him. "You mean I can watch you have it," he asked. "That's right, sweetheart," I told him as we hugged.

It was so cold and blustery outside that I just couldn't let my 11-year-old son try to do all the barn work by himself. Wrapping my coat around my gravid body, I made my way through the nearly foot and a half of snow. By the time I got to the barn my curved back was already aching. Corey had the old cart full of feed and was trying to push it across the floor to the feed trough. "I'll help you with that, sweetheart. You push and I'll pull," I told him.We were about halfway there when I got a sharp pain in my side. Letting go, I fell backwards landing hard on the muddy floor. "Mom, are you all right," Corey asked worriedly. "I'm fine," I told him but I wasn't sure until my unborn baby began moving strongly inside me again, then my son helped me to my feet. "Maybe you better go back to the house. I can finish feeding the cows," my little man told me. He was growing up so very fast.

Once back in the house I made my way cumbersomely up the steps to the bathroom where I stripped out of my wet and dirty maternity clothes. Filling the basin with warm soapy water, I gave myself a sponge bath. I needed three towels to dry off my nearly nine months pregnant body and when I was done I couldn't resist pausing to take a closer look at my changing shape. My breasts were plump and so teeming with milk that my nipples were always hard and some leaked into the cups of my maternity bras. Late at night when I'd come back to bed after making one of my many trips to the bathroom and when I was sure Corey was sound asleep, I squeezed my nipples until my fingers were soaking wet. Moving my hand to mu equally wet pregnant pussy I'd masturbate as the baby thumped away inside me until I orgasmed again and again.

My nearly nine months pregnant belly was absolutely enormous. It was so firm and I was carrying my baby really low. It was putting so much pressure on my lower pelvis that I felt like I always had to piss. There was a dark line running down the middle to my pushed out belly button. Underneath it I could feel the jagged stretch marks that were on the base of my tremendous tummy. My hips were wide and flat to support the 33 pounds I'd gained and at this stage of my pregnancy my curved back was always aching.

At that moment Corey came hurrying through the bathroom door and caught me stark naked and VERY pregnant. Taking his hands, I gave him a tour of my gravid body. "Well honey, what do you think of your mother now," I asked him. "Your belly is REALLY BIG," he exclamed. "Pretty soon we're going to know whether you have a brother or a sister," I told him.

The Midwestern weather wasn't getting much warmer but at least the days were getting longer as I started my ninth month of pregnancy in March. I was really nervous about the birth of my unborn baby only weeks away so I tried to channel my energy into making all the preparations that needed to be done. The following Saturday Corey lugged the boxes of baby furniture up the stairs to my bedroom where he put it together using his father's tools while I read the instructions. "There, how does that look," my young son asked when he finished the crib. "It looks perfect! The baby sure is going to be happy to have you for a big brother," I told him as he glowed with pride.

Bright winter sunshine was streaming in my bnedroom window and Corey was long gone for school when the thunderous kicks and jabs jolted me out of an uneasy sleep. Sliding my hands under the covers to my enormous well-rounded belly, I treasured every movement. "I know precious, you're getting anxious to be born. I have to admit, you sure have me curious what you are. But don't worry, your mommy is going to love you silly either way," I told my passenger.

We couldn't stay in bed all day, though. I had lots of things to do and boy did I have to piss. When you're nine months pregnant, getting out of bed sure isn't easy. Working my heavy gravid body across the mattress, I moved my bare feet wide apart on the floor with my knees bent, pressed my hands against the sheet and groaned with the effort as I struggled to stand. Waddling hurriedly to the bathroom I peed and peed.

It took me three towels to dry off my pregnant body before I streaked back to my bedroom and gathered up clean clothes. In my current condition---VERY PREGNANT---getting dressed wasn't easy either. Lowering myself to the edge of the bed, I bent over my tremendous tummy and blindly fished my feet through the leg holes of my maternity panties and jeans and pulled them up to my knees. Struggling to stand, I pulled up my panties and stretched the elastic band of my maternity jeans up over my gigantic nine months pregnant stomach. My flannel smocks would barely fit around me and I wondered alarmingly just how much bigger I could possibly get.

Squeezing behind the steering wheel of the pickup, I headed for town to get everything I would need until after the baby was born. By the time I got to Humbolt my curved back was aching and I had to piss so bad I was afraid one good kick from my unborn baby would make me very wet. "She's gigantic," I heard Mrs. White whisper as I hurried to the grocery store restroom. "She's got to have that baby real soon," Mrs. Fletcher added. When I came back from pissingI held my head up and didn't try in the least to look ashamed of my condition. "Don't worry precious," I thought as my unborn baby kicked strongly. "Your mommy wants you very, very much."

All eyes were on me as I made my way through the aisles of the grocery store. As I filled my cart I picked up the things I would need to deliver my unborn baby: rubbing alcohol to sterilize my sewing scissors and new shoe things to tie off the umbelical chord, baby oil to clean off my newborn baby and LOTS of newborn diapers.

Halfway back to the farm I had to go to the bathroom so bad I could hardly keep still. I knew it was time to face so facts: One good kick to my bladder by my unborn baby and I'd piss myself. Our lane back to the farm was so bumpy I'd never make it. Slowly I began to ease control of my body to the urgent need to relieve myself. At first there was just a small wet spot in the crotch of my maternity jeans then I could hear hissing as the piss streamed out of me soaking everything.

By the time Corey came home from school I was cleaned up, the groceries were put away and I had just taken a pan of chocolate chip cookies out of the oven. "Oh boy! Cookies," my son exclamed as he came into the kitchen. "Doesn't your mother even get a 'hello' and a kiss," I asked smiling. "Hi mom, I love you," Corey said as we hugged and the baby thumped away between us. "I love you too," my son added as he touched my tremendous tummy.

After Corey was tucked into bed I was ready too. Waddling to my bedroom, I slipped out of my maternity jeans and smock, unhooked my bra and then pulled my tent-like flannel nightgown over my head and crawled under the covers. Laying on my side with my mammoth nine months pregnant mound resting against the mattress, I rubbed my curved aching back then brought my legs up under me. I massaged my swollen feet and ankles as my unborn baby thumped away. "Don't worry precious baby, you're not going to be in there for too much longer," I said as I rubbed my hands down over my smooth stretched stomach.

About a week later something felt different as soon as I woke up. Struggling out of bed, I had a pretty good idea what it was as I waddled to the bathroom. Well, here goes nothing, I thought as I pulled my nightgown over my head and looked at my gravid shape in the full length mirror. "Oh my," was all I could say. Suddenly I was carrying the baby even lower as it had dropped into position to be born. My tremendous nine and a half months pregnant tummy wasn't rounded anymore, instead it just jutted out, my belly button pushed inside out with jagged stretch marks underneath it. Corey didn't have any trouble describing my new shape. "Gee mom, you sure do look funny," he said laughing.

With each passing day I became more nervous. It had been so long since I'd delivered Corey I wondered if I'd even remember what labor felt like. Every time the baby moved oddly I thought "Oh God, this is it" but a week later I was still very pregnant. My stretched stomach was so gigantic I could hardly get to my feet. Whenever I tried to do anything around the house my feet and ankles swelled and my curved back ached. If I ate more than a few bites I got horrible heartburn and with all the space the baby was taking up inside me, I always had to go to the bathroom. By bedtime I was usually exhausted but sleep didn't come easy. Even with my strange arrangement of pilllows it was nearly impossible to find a comfortable way to lay that suited both my unborn baby and me and my passenger never seemed to sleep.

A cold March wind was blowing outside when I was awakened by my own turbulance---the strong jolts of my unborn baby's knees and elbows. My plump breasts were so filled with milk that they actually ached. Undoing the top buttons of my maternity nightgown, I began fondling my breasts until they were even firmer and I was breathing rapidly. My nipples were so hard! Taking them between my thumbs and forefingers I began squeezing until my fingertips and my crotch were moist. Reaching over my mammoth mound, I began stroking my dripping pregnant pussy until I was so aroused I was squirming on the sheet. Taking a deep breath, I rammed two fingers deep into my pregnant pussy and instantly I felt myself beginning to cum. Right in the middle of a breathtaking orgasm I felt a twinge that felt vaguely familiar. After I got my breath back I lay there for about 20 minutes before the next one came. My heart was pounding as I realized that my baby was about to be born.

My first thought was of my young son. He really wanted to be there when his baby brother or sister was born. "Corey...Corey," I called, hoping that he hadn't left for school, but there wasn't any answer. It took a long time for babies to be born, my 11-year-old would probably be home in plenty of time, I told myself. Struggling out of bed, I waddled to the bathroom to pee and give myself a sponge bath. The contractions were still mild and far apart so I started my day the same way I had for months. Filling the sink with warm soapy water, I washed my hugely pregnant body for the last time and took a pregnant pause to get one last look.

My breasts were heavy and teeming with milk, they were now D cups and I had dark brown rings around my long, hard nipples. My nine and a half months pregnant belly was HUGE and oblong and I was carrying the baby REALLY low. There was a dark line running down the middle to my pushed out belly button and stretch marks. Stepping onto the scales one last time, I'd gained 39 pounds during my pregnancy. My curved back was aching already and I knew I'd be using my wide, flat hips pretty soon to help me deliver my unborn baby. "I sure am going to miss you moving around inside me precious, but I can't wait to be thin again," I said rubbing my mammoth mound.

Slipping into a short nightgown that went about halfway down my thighs, I made my way barefooted downstairs to my kitchen where I made myself a light breakfast with lots of honey. I knew I'd need the energy later to deliver my baby. With my labor pains coming every 15 minutes and getting a little stronger, it seemed like an excellent time to finish knitting the baby blanket I'd been working on for weeks. Tucking a pillow under my aching back, I knitted and tried to keep my mind off what was happening inside me---at least for a little while.

As the morning progressed my contractions grew closer and closer. I felt pressure building in the small of my back. Putting my knitting down, I placed my hands on my tremendous nine and a half months pregnant tummy as the gripping cramp went down my back and around my sides as I groaned uncontrolably and my big belly became rock hard. "Oooh, that was a good one! I think it's time to make sure everything is ready for you," I told my unborn baby.

Making my way cumbersomely up the stairs to the bathroom, I waited until another labor pain passed then gathered up a bunch of clean towels and all the things I'd need for the delivery then waddled back to my bedroom and placed it where I could reach it when the baby was being born. My heart was pounding as I sorted through my tiny baby clothes. In a matter of hours I'd finally be able to hold my precious baby in my arms.

By lunchtime the contractions were coming every 10 minutes and if they caught me when I wasn't ready they were strong enough to make me double over and gasp for my breath. I knew I shouldn't eat anything heavy so I made myself some chicken broth and sat down at the table. Suddenly there was intense pressure in my lower back and as it knifed around my sides I gripped the table and moved my knees wide apart as I wanted to push so bad I couldn't help myself as I groaned loudly. "Oh baby, not yet. we have to wait until your brother gets home," I whispered out loud alarmingly.

Cumbersomely I made my way back to the couch to lay down but the pressure of the baby's head against my lower pelvis was so great I just couldn't lay down. Walking barefoot around the house, I found something to lean against every time I felt a strong contraction building. Oh God! So much pressure! I couldn't stand...couldn't even lean. Dropping to a crouch with one hand on the floor to balance me, I placed my other hand on my hard oblong stomach and groaned as I pushed.

Gasping to get my breath, I struggled back to the livingroom couch where I laid down with my panting protruding pregnant belly resting against the cushion. With each contraction I gripped the material and held on for dear life until the cramp went away. As the afternoon progressedI lost all track of time and my mind focused on the contractions that were wracking my very pregnant body. Oh God, so much pressure in my lower pelvis and deep inside my wide hips. Groaning with the effort, I rolled over onto my curved back. Bracing my bare feet against the arm of the couch, I cradled my tremendous oblong tummy in my hands. When the contraction hit I groaned as I pulled my big belly back towards me.

I was working so hard to deliver my unborn baby that soon I was covered with sweat and my short nightgown was clinging to my laboring nine and a half months pregnant body. Suddenly I heard the back door open and close. "Mom, where are you," Corey called but I was right in the middle of a contraction and I couldn't answer. Looking up, my 11-year-old son was standing over me. "I think it's about time....for your brother or sister....to be born. Maybe you better help me....upstairs," I told him.

My legs were so weak I could hardly walk without Corey supporting me. At the bottom of the steps the tremendous pressure was back. "Wait...wait," I panted as I dropped to a crouch and gave in to the overwhelming urge to push. When I did, I felt a sudden release of pressure and mu panties and the front of my nightgown were soaked and pinking liquid was running down my legs. "Don't worry sweetheart....this is supposed to happen....my water just broke," I told him.

Finally we were upstairs to my bedroom and the contractions were so powerful and close together that I knew my baby was going to be born soon. "Don't worry Corey. Everything is happening just the way it's supposed to," I told my 11-year-old son as I somehow managed to pull my drenched nightgown up over my mammoth mound. So much pressure in my lower pelvis and deep inside my wide hips. Bracing my bare feet against the foot of the bed, I groaned as I pulled my big oblong belly back towards me. Then suddenly it was happening, I felt the baby's head sliding into my birth canal. After that the contractions were different -- making me want to push my unborn baby's body out of mine.

Moving my hands under my milk-filled breasts to where my tremendous tummy began, I waited as another contraction started to build inside me. When it hit I gritted my teeth, moved my bent knees apart with my bare feet flat on the mattress and grunted loudly as I pushed so hard my rear left the sheet. "I can see it! I can see the baby's head," Corey shouted excitedly.

"When the baby's head comes out....I want you to hold it level....until the rest comes out," I told my young son. On the next contraction I pushed with all my might, groaning then grunting then screaming as the baby's head pushed out of me in a gush. Struggling to sit up, I turned the shoulders with the next contraction and delivered my baby. Tapping his tiny bottom, he began to cry lustfully as I breathed a sigh of relief. "Look Corey, you have the baby brother you wanted," I said showing the baby to his brother. "Wow, he's so tiny," my son exclamed. "Makes you wonder how the little guy made my belly so big doesn't it," I said as we both giggled.

A couple months later I was sitting barefooted on the porch swing enjoying the early summer weather and breastfeeding my son when I glanced down the road and saw someone walking back the lane. My heart began pounding as I realized who it was. When Luke saw me holding his son he stopped in his tracks. "I couldn't stay away, Sherry. Something kept calling me back to you," he said as he took us in his arms. "Not something, Luke. SOMEONE....your son," I smiled as we kissed.