My Stepmother's Pregnancies

"Son, you are young and won't understand. When a man marries an attractive woman, and consecutive pregnancies destroy her looks, it's depressing, and I lose my libido."

These words from Dad left me stunned and haunted me in the days and weeks that followed. I was happy to help and spend time with Livia, but I was available only on weekends. During our precious weekend time, we did almost everything together.

About 4 months after finding out she was pregnant again, I was driving to the Home Depot to buy a shelf that Livia needed in her room, and from the corner of my eye, I saw my father standing near the entrance to the Hilton. He didn't notice me. I stopped the car on the side of the road and planned to go talk to him, but as I opened the car door, a young lady joined Dad. He hugged her, kissed her lips, and then they entered the hotel together. I stopped in my tracks and, a minute later, drove away.

I brought the needed shelf and fixed it on the wall. However, Livia noted I was distracted and inquired for a reason. I lied and said I saw an accident on the road. That evening, we had satisfying sex, but after Livia fell asleep, I stayed awake for 2 hours, thinking about Dad's cheating with another woman. I woke up in the morning and saw Livia smiling at me, "Mark dear, you turned and tossed the whole night and mumbled gibberish that sounded like, 'No... don't do it to her... pregnant.' What was that all about?"

"I must have had a nightmare, but I can't remember the details."

On Sunday night, I left home and drove to Champaign.

...

Monday after classes, I dialed Dad's phone and told him we needed to talk.

"Son, is it urgent?"

"Yes."

"Can it wait until the weekend and we'll discuss it with Livia present at home?"

"Not a good idea. Dad, please come here one evening this week."

"I'll be at your place on Wednesday at 7 pm. It better be good because I am very busy these days."

I smirked, "There is nothing new; you are ALWAYS very busy for your family. See you Wednesday."

My father arrived as scheduled. We sat in my room, and I asked him point blank, "Dad, do you still love Livia?"

He stared at me, "What kind of a question is that?"

"Please, just answer sincerely."

"We are married. Of course I have feelings for her. I hope you brought me here for a more serious issue."

"Despite the fact that a pregnant wife needs her mate to be around, you avoid home as much as possible."

"Son, are you sure you want to hear the truth? Like Jack Nicholson said in A Few Good Men, can you handle the truth?"

"Absolutely."

"I married Livia because I was impressed with her face and body. But she is constantly pregnant and lost her appeal. It's not my fault she refused to use birth control measures."

"So you are no longer in love with her. Right?"

"As long as it stays between us, you can say that."

"I suggest that you divorce her."

"Mark, don't be ridiculous. A man does not divorce a pregnant wife."

"I have a recommendation: You are very rich. In the divorce papers, you promise her 1 million dollars a year for the rest of her life. Unlike you, I love Livia and will try to help her until she finds a suitable man who will appreciate her more than you."

"Why would I do that?"

"I know you date another woman and have sex with her. I saw you two at the Hilton on Saturday. Once you officially separate from Livia, you won't have to hide behind stupid excuses."

"Even if I agree with your idea, who says Livia will agree? I'd rather she doesn't know I was seeing another woman."

"If you promise to settle in writing for a million a year until her death, I'll persuade her to agree to divorce you without mentioning your affair."

"Let me think about it until the weekend. I'll call you with my answer, but let's keep it between us for now."

After Dad left, I thought to myself it went smoothly. Perhaps it was TOO easy. I was determined to ensure there was no trap. On Friday, Dad phoned me and blurted, "Check carefully if Livia would consent to a divorce for a million a year."

I said, "For life, and no strings attached."

"My lawyer will write the agreement."

"Dad, I am not kidding. It is $1,000,000 a year until her death, irrespective of anything else that happens in between."

He sighed, "OK, but don't mention the affair because then I'll have to pay much more."

"I promise, but I wish to see it on paper with YOUR signature and then I'll check with another lawyer to make sure you cannot renege on the agreement later."

He chuckled, "Why would I try to swindle her? You are my only heir, so all the money will come from YOUR inheritance anyway."

"If I was sure it was true, I would not insist on seeing the document certified, but one day, you may decide to write a will, giving your money to your new lady or her children if she got pregnant."

"OK, I'll do it. You'll get it notarized by next week."

...

I arrived home Friday afternoon. Livia kissed me, nuzzled her face in my chest, and said, "I missed you dearly."

"Honey, I missed you more."

She grinned, "I don't believe you. I started feeling bloated. The morning sickness is milder but still there, and my cow-form is back again."

I French-kissed her and declared, "I love my cow. May I have some milk before having sex with her?"

Livia smiled, "I knew all along you were weird. How could a handsome young guy be attracted to an older, shapeless woman?"

"Livia, you just offended the love of my life. I should spank you for that, but since you are pregnant and I am a good person, your punishment will be commuted to suffer rough sex instead. Now undress before I change my mind!"

She giggled, "Honey, you are such a Teddy Bear."

"Shut up, woman, and remove your clothes before I rip them off of you."

Livia spread her legs and gave me a seductive look, "I dare you."

We were lucky Joshy was asleep the whole time. I undressed Livia, carried her to bed, removed my clothes, revealing my stiffy, and pounced on her body. I milked her humongous breasts one after the other, hearing her murmur, "That's it, honey. My tits missed your hungry lips." Next, I dove into her cunt and heard her, "Please, don't. I have secretions..."

"Lady, I am the boss now. Next time respect my lover, and I'll consider your thoughts."

I heard her chuckle as I munched on her moist folds. I fingered her and gingerly lapped her swollen clitoris. Livia groaned and begged, "I am close to cumming..."

I hissed, "Not yet. I want to fuck you hard, so you'll learn to obey me."

"Never!..."

I moved up and gazed at her pretty face and smiley lips. I smiled back, inserted my cock into her vagina, and began ramming it in and out. She whispered, "I love you..." I answered, "And I hate you!"

Subsequently, I mercilessly shoved my rock-hard tool and furiously pounded her soft body. Livia orgasmed with a loud scream. An uncontrolled convulsion took over her, and I struggled to keep my organ in her pussy. My palm brutishly tweaked her enormous jugs. I bent, French-kissed her, and muffled her loud cries. I plowed her helpless body for at least 10 minutes before ejaculating my hot lava deep in her pussy.

After a long rest, Livia hugged me and muttered, "I wish we could be like that forever."

I said, "We can. Divorce my father."

"Honey, I can't do that. I am pregnant and cannot support a babysitter with the little I am getting from work these days."

"I hear you, but you didn't mention you love my father. Do you still love him?"

"I know for sure I love YOU. I am conflicted about him. He is so slippery these days that I am not sure he cares much about me, our baby, or the pregnancy."

"If he agrees to guarantee $500,000 a year for the rest of your life, will you agree to divorce him?"

"Mark, all your questions are hypothetical. Dad will never let me go. Yes, he hates my current shape and does not show interest in babies, but he is too bossy to allow me to leave. And he is too stingy to give up half a million once, not to mention every year."

"Livia, I love you too much, and Dad doesn't deserve you. If I convince him to let you go with the amount of money I mentioned, will you accept? I'll tell him that with the money he will give you, you'll stop working, and move to Champaign. I'll help you as much as I can. On campus, there are other students with pregnant women, and they manage with even less money."

"Wouldn't Dad suspect that your idea sounded fishy?"

"I told Dad that I liked you a lot, and he saw me helping you with the first pregnancy, so I guess he might agree. May I try talking to my father without mentioning to him our relationship or that you agreed to a divorce?"

"...you can. If he refuses, deep down, he probably still loves me. But if he agrees, it will mean he really doesn't care about us, and in that case, I better leave while I am still young..."

The whole weekend Dad behaved as expected: He hardly showed up, and after mumbling a couple of words, he disappeared again. I sat with Livia and told her that Dad had agreed to divorce her. She began crying, "I gave him everything I could. I was a good wife, and in addition to working full time until late in my pregnancy, I cooked, did the laundry, and gave him a son. He was the one who abandoned me..."

I held her in my arms, "I know. You are right and did not deserve his behavior. But let's think about the future. With the money you get, and rather than 500,000, it is 1,000,000, you'll be able to live comfortably. I love you and would like to marry you once the divorce is final."

She wept, "I don't want to drag YOU into my miserable life. I am older, and soon I'll have 2 children. I'll manage. We can still continue our relationship, but marrying you is too much to ask."

I pointed my finger at her, "You better be careful before saying anything else about my love. I'll not tolerate it and will have to slap your cute butt or fuck the hell out of you."

Livia grinned, "May I choose the fucking?"

"Damn you! Don't you see it's the best solution for both of us? You won't have to guess whether Dad will show up and for how long, and the 2 of us won't have to hide our love."

"In theory you are right, but along the way, all kinds of curveballs may appear."

"I'll handle all the obstacles. You just behave normally for now. I'll get the agreement of $1,000,000 from Dad in writing, and then we'll discuss the logistics of divorce together. I think Dad will agree to behave and not attempt any tricks."

...

Tuesday afternoon, Dad called me to say that the document with the guaranteed money was ready. I drove to his office, took the document, and returned to Champaign. The whole trip took 5 hours, but I was happy to finish the ordeal as soon as possible. It was a short form, stating that starting the day of the official divorce, Livia would be entitled to a yearly sum of $1,000,000 until her death. This money will be dispensed without restriction, and it is non-negotiable.

The following afternoon I went to a local attorney to verify it was kosher. He approved it.

On Thursday, I phoned Dad to tell him it was OK, and on the coming weekend, the 3 of us will discuss the divorce. I added that as long as he treated Livia with respect and compassion, I wouldn't mention his other woman. He agreed.

Then I notified Livia about the existence of the document and next Saturday's discussion about the pending divorce. She cried on the phone. I understood and tried to comfort her, telling her once she moved to Champaign, I'd be there for her all the time.

...

Friday afternoon, I opened the door and saw Livia with Joshy in her arms. Her eyes were reddish, likely she cried not long ago. I hugged and kissed her. She told me that the whole week Dad attempted to be nice, but it felt fake. She still didn't understand what happened to the guy she married and why she lost his love. I did my best to calm her down and said, "Honey, please, try to hold back one more day. After we talk to Dad, everything will be in the open, and we no longer have to deal with him."

The next morning, I got out of my room and saw Livia and Dad eating breakfast together. They sat facing each other, but they did not talk or even glance at each other. I joined them. Livia moved to make my eggs and coffee. When she returned, I said, "Guys, let's make it as simple as possible. Assuming I heard it right, both of you agree to the divorce. Dad, any change of heart?" He nodded 'NO.' "And you, Livia?" She had tears in her eyes but whispered, "No..."

"OK, then. Dad graciously agreed to ensure a yearly sum of one million dollars for you and your children. Dad, Livia will raise both children. Would you like official visitation rights?"

"Of course, but I'll let Livia decide how often and when."

"Good. What about living quarters and other necessities for Livia and her baby until the divorce is final?"

"She can stay here for as long as she wishes, even after the divorce. I am willing to buy another house for myself."

"Dad, that is very nice of you. I assume all of Livia's belongings, including clothes, jewelry, photos, etc., will still remain in her possession."

"As I said, she can have EVERYTHING in the house. I was the jerk so I'll leave. As both of you know, I have enough money to get by."

I stared at Livia, who sat quietly with tears leaking on her pretty reddish cheeks. Livia lowered her eyes and refused to speak. I said, "Guys, I think the bad part is over. Dad, if you have to be somewhere, you can go. I'll stay here with Livia."

Dad gazed at me and blurted, "Mark, you are a wonderful son. I don't know how I produced such a great guy. Thank you for everything. And Livia, I am sorry our relationship fizzled." He stood up and 10 minutes later, he left the house.

...

The reason for the divorce was filed as irreconcilable differences. There was no contest, and less than 3 months later, it became official. Soon after, Livia moved to Champaign. With my Dad's money, we rented a small apartment near the campus. During the day, I was at school, and she spent her time with Josh. One day, she called me, saying that she was going into labor. I drove her to the hospital. As per Livia's request, I took Joshy home and stayed the night with him. The following morning, I dressed Josh and drove to the hospital. To my surprise, my daughter, Elena, was born during the night. I was elated and unabashedly kissed Livia in front of everybody.

I brought home both mother and baby 2 days later. I kissed Livia, knelt on one knee, and announced, "Dear lady, I love you very much. Will you marry me?"

She began crying and whispered, "Yes, honey." We got married the following week in the town hall. We didn't notify or invite anybody, including my father. The next day, I applied to change my first name from Mark to Jerry Mark. The idea to add my father's name was because on the birth certificates of both children, the father's name appeared as Jerry. I thought it would be better to avoid too many questions until the children mature enough to learn the truth. I also sent DNA to verify whether Elena was mine or my Dad's. She turned to be mine. So now Livia and I raised 2 babies, one my father's and the other mine...

Three months have passed, and it was our summer vacation. One day I got a phone call from Dad, "Hi Mark. I tried to get in touch with Livia but there was no answer. How is she doing?"

"Do you wish to come and visit?"

"It's a good idea. Is Livia still living in Champaign?"

"Dad, come on Saturday to the address I'll give you, and we'll update you about everything. By the way, how is it going with your girlfriend?"

"We are no longer together. I missed Livia, and thought of trying to renew our relationship."

I laughed, "Sorry, but you are too late. As I said, come here Saturday morning, and we'll talk."

...

An hour later, I returned home and met my lovely wife. By now Livia's figure was already similar to the way she was before the pregnancy, except for one VERY NOTICEABLE change: Her breasts cup size increased from C before her first pregnancy to D+. Every day she continued nursing Elena and me. I loved HER dearly and loved sucking her thick sweet milk.

I told her about Dad's call and that I invited him home on Saturday.

She became pale, "We never told him about us being married."

I chortled, "Honey, we'll tell him when he comes here. He hinted that he missed you and wished to conquer your love again."

Livia inspected my eyes, "Are you serious?"

"Yes, I am. And I hope you do not regret marrying me..."

She hugged me tightly, "Silly goose. I love you with all my heart."

"Prove it!"

Livia grinned, "Does the big bad wolf plan to rape the vulnerable older lady?"

"I do, and you better accept your fate, or I'll have to use a whip."

She laughed, "Yes Master. And thinking about it, one day we should try a little spanking; I've read that some women find it extremely arousing..."

"If you wish to try B&D and/or mild S&M, we'll do it later. Before we do it, I want to be sure you are no longer breastfeeding Elena and me. In the meantime, I am in the mood for a cowgirl. I'd love to feel you riding me while your huge boobs jiggle before my eyes."

Livia giggled, "By now my weight is almost back to my pre-pregnancy. I bet the 2 extra pounds are all in my udders."

"What can I say? I wish they stay like this for years to come. I intend to milk you on a daily basis to keep them from shrinking."

"Honey, you are such a pervert. How about we buy you a cow?..."

"Woman, you talk too much, and my dick is already in attention. Let's take advantage of Josh and Elena being asleep and hit the bedroom."

Livia sighed, pretending to be reluctant. I grabbed her hand, led her to the bedroom, and undressed her, watching her beaming eyes. Her perfect figure never failed to arouse me, and this time, it was no different. When Livia was naked before me, My pecker was raging and pointing skyward.

She smiled, "Darling, will you ever be sex-satiated?"

"Not with you around."

I lay on my back, and she climbed on top of me. It was a few months after her delivery, and her pussy was still somewhat dilated, but it felt fantastic enveloping my thick pole. My hands kneaded her twin mountains, and she moaned. Livia murmured, "Honey, every time we have sex, I struggle to delay my orgasm as much as possible. You make me so horny, that with all my efforts, it still happens too early."

"Stop fighting it and climax whenever it comes. Who knows, you may cum a second or even a third time."

"You are right, but the more I can postpone it, the more powerful the climax."

As she talked, I started countering her up-and-down movements on my rod. She tensed and, within seconds, underwent a strong orgasm. As she was shuddering on top of me, I gingerly rolled her down and mounted her body, while still impaling her with my member stuck deep in her cunt.

I began drilling her pussy at an increasing speed while talking dirty, "You are such a slut! You love being pounded rough and hard, don't you? Next time I plan to fuck you using YOUR position, bitch-style, and spank your cute ass really hard."

As I was talking, Livia's breathing became shallow, and she whispered, "Yes, sir, do it. Yes, I am a slut. Your slut..." I intensified my strokes to the highest gear and felt her losing it completely: Her torso bounced erratically under my heavy body as her climax seemed much stronger and lasted longer than usual. I came a short time later, erupting with hot lava at the entrance to her cervix.

We relaxed in bed for a couple of minutes, and Livia mumbled, "I hope I did not get pregnant again. Two babies are enough for me."

"If you are serious, we better start using birth control measures."

"I was thinking about it and have an appointment with my ob-gyn on Tuesday."