"It's time, Annie," I told her. "We can't wait a second longer, because this baby won't."
"But Dom," she answered. "The hospital is so far away, if the contractions slow down again, we'll be up there for nothing, and that snowstorm is coming. We could be stuck up there."
"Yes!" I snapped. "This is a nasty storm, suppose we stay put, it hits, and then the baby comes. We'll be stuck here, 80 miles from help. It's time!"
She sighed her relent. Her mom had come to visit us so she could be there for the birth of her first grandchild. We had married and moved to Wyoming from New York immediately after college, and took teaching jobs in a small rural town. We had both agreed it would be fun to have the adventure of living in an entirely different culture, although still within our own country.
Three years later, we were expecting our first child. Annie had a difficult pregnancy. She had lost three babies in earlier pregnancies to miscarriages, and was very anxious to carry this baby to term. When premature labor started early in the second trimester she was diagnosed with an "incompetent cervix," and put on bed rest.
Her mom, Suzanne came a couple of months early to help out around the house and carry out the "nesting" tasks expectant mothers are compelled to do. Suzanne was a huge help, cooking and cleaning as well as keeping Annie company in our remote little town.
All was not rosy however, since along with bedrest, Annie had been told not to get overly excited, and especially not to have sex. We were both only 24, and living in a remote area, where we were each others' prime source of entertainment. Until this pregnancy sex had been frequent, if not daily. Now, with everything Annie had going on in her reproductive tract, she didn't miss it. With absolutely nothing going on in my reproductive tract, I experienced a near constant state of arousal.
There were also nasty mitigating factors contributing to my frustration. Annie frowned upon masturbation, her strict rearing leaving it labeled as "dirty" in her mind. So not only would she not do anything for me, she wouldn't hear of me taking care of myself. Besides, our house was small, and with Annie monopolizing the bed and Suzanne sleeping on the pullout couch, someone was always in either visual or auditory range, so I couldn't find release anywhere.
Oral and anal sex were out of the question. She told me if she could endure months of bedsores I could endure a little lack of sex. She had a point, so I sucked it up...a little. I did cheat by getting up a little earlier in the morning and enjoying an extra long shower, paying special attention while soaping the parts that seemed to have the greatest needs.
It isn't as if sex just left my world. I was one of only four men in town between the ages of 20 and 30, so I was a prime target for single and divorced women of any age. Older divorcees would sidle up to me at the local café or lounge, and my high school students (who were only a few years younger than me) were difficult to keep on task as they actively worked to steer the direction of class from curriculum to personal preferences and issues of mine. Sometimes I felt locked in a tower looking down at the land of opportunity.
Now, the ordeal was near its end, as the baby had announced its intentions. Today there was no thought of sex as we were moving towards the door. I put the pre-packed suitcase in the trunk of the already running car. Then I brought Annie and Suzanne out to the nice warm car, and off we went. Of course, the pre-packed suitcase accounted for Annie. When we planned ahead, an approaching blizzard was not in our thoughts, so we did not pack for Suzanne or I to stay for more than a couple of hours.
We had an 80 mile drive ahead of us, but if what the doc had told us over the phone was correct, we still had a couple of hours to make it. Then, at the town line, a half mile from home, Annie's water broke.
I don't know how fast we went after that. No, literally, I had no clue. Our car was the first we had bought on our own, and on rural teachers' salaries, we couldn't afford much. All four cylinders were pumping as hard as possible, and the speedometer was pinned at 85 mph. I knew we were going much faster by the fact that the needle remained firmly pinned, but my economy "limo" just wasn't prepared to measure our current speeds. We no longer had the luxury of a couple hours time. She had been in premature labor for months, so all she needed was the water to break, and things got intense.
"Honey, I want to get there as fast as you, but please be safe," Annie admonished as she and her mom worked in the back seat to both clean her up and try to make her comfortable. "I've never heard this engine so loud."
"It's ok Annie," I answered. "The engine will be fine, the road is straight, flat and clear, I can see for miles since the storm is still well behind us. Let's just get there!" She was right about the engine, but that is a different story.
Ten minutes after we arrived at the hospital, our daughter was born. Everything was now right with the world. The baby was beautiful, and the three of us were exhausted. The hospital was happy to let us stay there, but we were exhausted and decided to get a hotel room with beds rather sleep in hospital room chairs for what was left of the night. Annie and the baby were already asleep when I kissed them goodbye. Suzanne and I walked to the parking lot in the driving wind of a high plains blizzard.
There was only one local motel, a little Mom and Pop operation. The blizzard had chased truckers to shelter, and the place had only had one room left. The room only had one bed, so they brought a roll away.
It was a little uncomfortable sharing the room with my mother-in-law. She was in her mid forties, and though a little out of shape, she had all the moving parts needed to make me aware of what had been missing in my life.
"We can handle this," she told me. "We're both mature and sensible, and we're here for such a beautiful thing. If we think of that, we can share this room without doing something we might regret."
"Ok, then," I said and turned to set up my bed. When I turned around, she had removed her pants and sweater, and was standing there in panties and bra neatly folding them and hanging hem up.
"What's good for the goose..." I thought, and likewise removed my outer garments. I went to use the bathroom, and when I came out she was standing right there, brushing her teeth with one of the hotel-supplied brushes. I grabbed the other and stood beside her at the second sink. As I brushed, I couldn't help but glance down at her body. Hey face it, it had been months and we were both nearly naked.
And she looked good! She wore nice panties and a delicately sculpted little bra that made her look like she would readily pop out, or else that I should readily pop in. Though 24 years older than Annie, Suzanne still had an almost identical figure, and I was enjoying my discreet little inspection a little too much.
"Down boy," Suzanne said as I put my toothbrush in a cup on the sink. I looked down I realized that my dreamy view had caused a throbbing hard on, and my briefs were now stretched so thin you could see the flesh color of my penis beneath its weave."
"Aw shoot, Suzanne," I said, "I'm sorry!"
"Don't be," she giggled. "I'm flattered. Your father-in-law Len doesn't have much time for me lately, and when he does, he never looks like that anymore." She stared directly at my swollen erection. "You get old, things slow down, other things soften up."
She reached over and kissed me on the forehead. It didn't help my situation to be pulled so as to stare directly at her luscious bosom, have her place her hand on the skin of my neck and kiss me gently. Another throb pulsed through my system.
"Goodnight Dom," she said, "thank you for making Annie so happy, for giving me such a beautiful granddaughter, and for letting an old lady feel incredibly attractive and desirable.
Throb.
She climbed into bed.
"So damned uncomfortable," she said as she squirmed beneath the covers, "I hate these things." She tossed her bra to the chair by the bed.
