Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Fiction By: Wirepaladin
Contents: anal, consensual sex, incest, pregnant



   Warmed by her morning coffee Isabella Balboni donned her coat and
stepped out onto the front porch.  The day was cold and blustery, two
inches of snow had fallen overnight and the streets would be slick but her
walk and driveway were cleared.  Without her asking, her son Giovanni had
cleared them.  He was now snow blowing their elderly neighbor's drive.

   It was early, not yet eight a.m., Isabella wanted to get her shopping
done before everything was picked over, dinner tonight was going to be a
special meal; it was Gio's sixteenth birthday.

   Giovanni, her son; Gio to most, G-man to his teammates on the football
team, he'd be off to school before she got back, she waved to him and blew
him a kiss then let the engine of her car warm for a moment or two and
drove off.

   First stop, the green grocer for Roma tomatoes and red onions then the
deli for fresh buffalo mozzarella and an antipasto salad, the butcher was
her next stop, veal for the saltimbocca, the bakery for tiramisu and
finally the wine merchant, the dinner wine would be a Giacomo Grimaldi
Borolo, with dessert they'd sip a Castello di Volpaia Vin Santo.

   She got home without sliding on the ice and carried her purchases into
the kitchen.

   She'd already wrapped his gifts, some tee shirts from his favorite teams
and the new Madden NFL 15 game; now it was time to prepare his special
dinner.

   Her menu:
Antipasto : Roma tomato, red onion and mozzarella Bruschetta
Insalate : Antipasto salad
Entrée : Veal Saltimbocca
Dessert : Tiramisu
Traditional Italian and all Gio's favorites, she wanted to make tonight

special for him, he was such a good boy, a good son.

   Isabella poured herself the final cup of coffee, sat, and let memories
wash over her.

   Isabella had grown up in an affluent family, her father's olive oil
importing business was hugely successful, she'd wanted for nothing.  Well,
nothing other than a less strict father.  His priorities in life were his
Catholic faith, his business and finally his family, a family he ruled with
an iron hand.  He enforced his rules with spankings, for even the most
minor transgressions it was over his lap, pants down or skirt up, panties
lowered and his hand on a bare female bottom.  He'd spanked her from her
earliest memories `til he'd driven her from the house at the age of thirty.
Her mother wasn't immune from his discipline either, many nights she
listened as the blows fell and her mother cried; inevitably followed by
moaning and the creaking of bed springs.

   Isabella had always considered herself plain, she hadn't been allowed to
date through high school and once she'd graduated no one asked her.  She
continued to live at home although she took a job at the local library, she
thought it suited her, quiet and unassuming, she was content if not
deliriously happy.

   At twenty-nine, after eleven years at the library she'd resigned herself
to "Old Maid" status.  She'd continue to work until her parents became
infirm then she'd care for them in their final years.  A new library patron
caused a change in plans.

   Joseph Brasco was tall, dark and handsome, of Italian heritage just as
she was and also of the Roman Catholic faith, he was also patient and
charming.  He always flirted with her when he visited, finally he asked her
out for coffee, she accepted.  Isabella was impressed; he was such a
gentleman; so when he suggested dinner and a show she was delighted to go.
He brought her along slowly, first holding hands then chaste kisses before
the drive to the lake.  She'd never forget the silver moonlight as it
reflected off the small ripples, it was so beautiful, so romantic.  When he
suggested that they get in the back seat she didn't hesitate, she wanted to
lay her head on his shoulder, to inhale his manly scent, tobacco and Old
Spice, and, yes, she wanted him to hold her.

   Dreamily she went into his arms.  His hand massaged her back as their
lips met; he tasted so good, so warm.  She didn't realize that he'd
unbuttoned the back of her dress, his skilled and practiced hand unfastened
her brassiere and suddenly his mouth was on her breasts.

   Isabella tried to push him away, but her "No, please Joseph," fell on
deaf ears.

   "This is what you want you little tease," he told her as his hand
painfully squeezed her breast.

   "Joseph, please, you're hurting me," she tried to stop him.

   "It's nothing like you're going to hurt if you don't cooperate," he
growled.

   She brought her leg up, she wanted to kick him away but it turned out to
be a bad decision.  Would it have changed the outcome, we'll never know,
but when she drew her leg up to kick him her dress rode up.

   "Pretty white panties Isabella," he said as he grasped her crotch.

   His fingers dug into her tender flesh, she screamed in pain and he
simply laughed.

   "There's no body to hear but you and me," as he squeezed once again.

   "Scream for me again, I love to hear you scream puttana."

   He'd called her puttana, bitch, whore; she cried out, "Please Joseph
don't do this," and then she broke into tears.

   His fingers slid through the leg hole in her panty, he was touching her,
she fought, writhing, twisting, trying to escape; he found her right outer
labium and pinched.

   "Iiiieeeee," she wailed, then began to recite the "Ave Maria," Hail
Mary, full of grace.  The Lord is with theeeeeeeeeee," as he pinched and
twisted.

   "Shut up; just shut the fuck up puttana."

   She was trapped against the door of the car, on her back, her legs
spread with him between them, he used his thighs to force them further
apart.

   He didn't attempt to pull her panties off; with a violent jerk he ripped
the crotch out of them.

   Stroking her vulva he said, "You've got a pretty little pussy puttana,
are you a virgin?"

   "Yes, please don't Joseph."

   As he unbuckled his belt then unfastened and unzipped his trousers he
said, "I love virgins," as he took his penis out through the slit in his
boxer shorts.

   Again she tried to defend herself; again she pulled her leg up to kick.
He pinned it against her chest exposing her completely.  He moved against
her and thrust.

   "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah," she wailed, it was as though a hundred bees had
stung her.

   And then he was pumping her, painfully jabbing, her tender hymen torn
but more than that, her pride was torn from her, too.

   She lay still just whimpering as he consummated his terrible deed.

   After he'd ejaculated and pulled out he said, "Damn you were a fabulous
fuck Isabella, best pussy I've had in years."

   He took a handkerchief from his hip pocket and shoved it against her
vagina.

   "You're bleeding, don't get it on my car seat," he told her.

   "Joseph, what if I get pregnant?"

   "Deal with it," he sneered.

   "But the things we talked about, our plans?"

   "Isabella you silly puttana, I got what I planned to get; I'm happily
married with two wonderful kids, besides, I'm Catholic, you know we don't
believe in divorce."

   He started the car and drove to her house, she got out and, a broken
woman, crept inside.  Once in her bedroom she took off her clothing.  Her
shredded panties got buried in the trash container then she ran a bath.

   The water was nearly scalding, she scrubbed and scrubbed, trying to get
clean, she failed, she couldn't wash away the humiliation.

   Over the next several weeks she was listless and moody; her mother
noticed and asked if she wasn't feeling well.  She answered that she was
fine.

   She wasn't, she was tired and depressed, her breasts ached and she'd
vomited several times.  Her mother asked to speak with her.

   "Isabella, I know it's your time of the month, are you having your
period?"

   "Yes Mama," she replied.  She had a tampon in, just in case."

   "Oh?  Why don't you come into my bedroom with me?"

   In the room behind a locked door she said, "Isabella, lift your dress
and take your panties down," she saw the string for the tampon.

   "Take your tampon out," she ordered.

   It was completely white.

   "You're pregnant, aren't you, I saw the signs."

   "I think so Mama."

   "Tell me what happened, how did this occur?"

   After telling of the night with Joseph her mother said, "We must tell
your father, this evening."

   It was the most terrible night of her life.  She waited until after
dinner when her father went to his office there in their home.  She
followed him in, shutting the door behind her.

   "Father I have something terrible I must tell you."

   She told the story exactly as it had happened.

   As she talked she could see her father's ire rising.  She assumed it
would be directed toward Joseph but, when she ended the telling he said,

   "He's right, you led him on, teased him with your body like the little
puttana you've proven to be.  Pregnant and unmarried, impossible, not in my
household, but you are, at least for tonight in my household, aren't you?"

   "Tomorrow I want you out of my house, you are no longer welcome here,
but tonight you will be punished."

   He grabbed her arm and jerked her over his lap.  He flipped her dress up
over her back, lowered her panties to her knees and began her spanking.

   He only quit when his hand was too sore to continue, his twenty-nine
year old daughter was no more than a whimpering mass of pain, he stood
unceremoniously dumping her on the floor, stepped over her and strode out.

   "Grappa, bring me a glass of grappa," he ordered his wife.

   The following morning he reminded Isabella, "Be gone before I return
from work, I disown you, you are no longer my daughter."

   Her mother was more sympathetic, she helped her pack and gave her
several hundred dollars before saying, I have talked to my sister Maria,
she has agreed to take you in until you can find your own way.

   Fortunately her father hadn't taken her car.  She drove to Maria's small
apartment, got settled into a tiny bedroom then sat down; they had a
conversation over coffee as Isabella explained her situation.

   Of Joseph she Maria said, "The bastard, perhaps you should sue him for
support once the child is born."

   "Maria, I can't be vindictive, after all he does have a wife and two
children, I don't want to wreck their lives, too; enough that mine is
destroyed by what happened."

   "Well, first thing, we need to get you an appointment with an
obstetrician, you'll need prenatal care and then, of course the delivery.
You have medical insurance?"

   "Maybe the library doesn't pay so well but we are public employees, yes,
I have very good medical insurance; but what doctor should I see?"

   "I can recommend my own, Dr.  Frieda Greenberg, she's an OB/GYN, I'll
phone her and make an appointment for you."

   "I'm sorry Aunt Maria, what is an OB/GYN?"

   "An obstetrician and gynecologist, she delivers babies and also
practices medicine for females."

   "Why do you have her for a doctor, you're not having a baby Aunt Maria?"

   "No but I am a female, she provides medical care for female specific
ailments; Isabella, tell me, have you ever had a female medical
examination, one where the doctor examined you, ah, below the waist, shall
we say?"

   "No, nothing below the waist, the doctor checks my ears, eyes, nose,
throat and listens to my heart when I get examined."

   "Well, you're in for a totally new experience my dear, I'll make your
appointment and I think I'll need to go with you to provide emotional
support, I simply cannot believe my sister has allowed her daughter to
remain so ignorant of her body and her well being."

   Maria phoned Dr.  Greenberg's office; she made an appointment for
Isabella for Thursday afternoon at 3:00 p.m.

   "Isabella dear, the appointment is for Thursday at three o'clock, it
might be best if you arranged to leave work at noon so you can get ready
for your appointment, can you do that?"

   "I'm sure I can, I never ask for time off but why will it take so long
to get ready?"

   "You will need to take a bath then select appropriate clothing for your
appointment, something comfortable, I like to wear a dress, something loose
fitting and easy to get into and out of, a bra, no stockings, shoes I can
step into and out of and, for Heaven's sake, nice clean panties.  Don't
wear any cosmetics, not even deodorant nor any jewelry except perhaps post
earrings."

   "What does it matter what I wear Aunt Maria?"

   "Because, my dear, it will be coming off for your examination."

   "I'm to be undressed, why in the world?"

   Maria debated with herself, should she explain the intricacies of a
gynecological examination and have her fret until her appointment or let
her learn from experience?

   She opted for the latter, saying, "It's just part of the exam."

   The discussion moved on to the division of duties within the household
and how accommodations would work once Isabella had her child; there of
course was no mention of abortion, not within this family.

   Isabella was ready when her Aunt arrived home, it was 2 o'clock, but
they left straightaway, Maria suggested they arrive early as she was sure
the doctor would want an extensive medical history.

   She was right, the nurse gave Isabella a clipboard with three
information sheets, her personal medical history, her family's medical
history and an information sheet on the father which she left blank; then
it was time.

   "If you'll follow me, we can go back to the exam room now," the nurse
said.

   Once there the nurse gave Isabella a Johnnie gown and pointed her to a
screen.

   "You may undress behind the screen, I need you to take everything off,
shoes, everything.  You may wear the gown; the opening goes in the back."

   When Maria came back out the nurse took her height, weight and blood
pressure, drew several vials of blood for testing and handed her a cup.

   "We need a urine specimen, please fill this and leave it on the shelf in
the restroom, that's a pass-through to our lab."

   When she came back from the restroom the nurse told her, "Just jump up
on the examining table and have a seat, Dr.  Greenberg will be with you in
a few minutes."

   "Pssst, psst, Auntie, my butt's cold, this gown doesn't go all the way
around me."

   "Isabella, how about you call me Maria, Aunt Maria makes me feel old,
and yes I know about getting a chilly bottom from sitting on that paper up
there; I go through it once a year for my annual check-up; but don't worry,
you'll forget all about that in a few minutes, I promise." She gave her a
smile.

   The door opened, an attractive woman of about fifty came in, she was
wearing a doctor's white coat and had a stethoscope around her neck, she
introduced herself.

   "Isabella?  I'm Frieda Greenberg, Dr.  Greenberg and hello Maria, I
hardly recognized you from this angle." Dr.  Greenberg chuckled at her
little joke.

   "Well, let's get started, Isabella, you think you might be pregnant,
correct?"

   "Yes Dr.  Greenberg."

   "Well, we'll find out."

   The examination began as all of Isabella's previous exams, Dr. 
Greenberg checked her eyes, her ears, her nose and then her throat, then
she picked up a small rubber mallet and checked the reflexes of her knees.

   "You're quite healthy so far, now, would you lower your gown for me, I
need to check your heart and lungs."

   The cold stethoscope touched her back in various places with
instructions to take deep breaths, hold it, exhale, etc.  Then the front,
between her breasts, right side then left.

   "Umm, everything sounds good Isabella; do you self-examine your breasts
for lumps?"

   "No Dr.  Greenberg."

   "You need to, I'll show you how, but now I'm going to do it, I'm
checking for any lumps."

   She felt Isabella's breasts then gently pinched and squeezed her
nipples, "I'm checking for any discharge Isabella, now please lie down on
the table and put your arms over your head."

   She felt under and along the sides of her breasts then said, "Every
thing seems to be fine but I still want to schedule a mammogram, you can
put your arms down now Isabella."

   "Isabella, I'm going to take your gown now, you won't need it for the
rest of the examination.  I'm going to palpate areas of your abdomen; I'll
be checking your ovaries, if its tender let me know, okay."

   She firmly pressed at various spots over Isabella's abdomen, "Hunh,
okay, nice," a smile, then,

   "Can you scoot your bottom clear down to the end of the table," the
doctor instructed as she pulled out the stirrups and locked them into
place.

   "I need you to put your foot up here for me Isabella," that's good, now
the other, "Great, now scoot down as far as you can," that's good."

   Snapping on vinyl gloves Dr.  Greenberg explained, "Isabella, I'm going
to do a visual examination of your vulva then I'm going to insert an
instrument called a speculum into your vagina so I can obtain a PAP smear,
just relax for me, okay."

   She examined Isabella's labia, urethra, lifted the hood of her clitoris
and rubbed it checking her response then held her vagina open and, with a
light visually inspected her.

   She pulled off her gloves and put a clean one on her right hand.

   "I'm going to do an internal exam now, my fingers are going to be inside
you Isabella, please relax for me."

   Dr.  Greenberg inserted two lubricated fingers of her right hand into
Isabella's vagina while, with her left hand she again palpated her abdomen,
she withdrew her fingers and took off her glove.

   "Isabella, the next thing I'm going to do is termed a rectovaginal
examination, I'll be inserting one finger into your vagina and another into
your rectum, I'll be checking the position of your uterus, I know it's
invasive but it's necessary, try to relax for me."

   As her fingers invaded the young woman she felt lower than she'd ever
felt, how had she allowed herself to come to this, from Daddy's little girl
to lying on a table in this most unimaginable position, her pretty brown
eyes began to leak.

   When the fingers came out of her and the doctor told her that she could
take her feet out of the stirrups she nearly rejoiced, Dr.  Greenberg told
her to slide back up the table, that they were almost done.

   "I hate this part of the exam when I get mine so I do it the way I
prefer, just lie on your side and get comfortable, first I need to get your
temperature, I'm going to take it rectally."

   As the thermometer slid into her Isabella felt like a little girl, she
hadn't had her temperature taken in her bottom since she was five.  Dr. 
Greenberg stroked her hip, her hand was soft,

   "Almost done Sweetheart, just one more and we're done, okay?"

   "Okay Dr.  Greenberg," Isabella replied.

   When the glass tube came out Isabella felt relief, done, it was over, it
had been terrible but she'd survived she could have her panties bac...

   Dr.  Greenberg's voice broke through,

   "That's a girl, stay on your side but bring your knees up toward your
chest, this is the last."

   A finger slid in, through her anus, into her rectum until the knuckles
were against her bottom then she twisted her hand first one way then the
other,

   "I can feel the back of your uterus better this way plus I'm checking
for internal hemorrhoids or lesions," Isabella gasped as the doctor pushed
her finger in further.

   She pulled her finger out, wiped Isabella's bottom with a tissue then
tossed Kleenex and glove into the trash bin.

   "I'm certain you are pregnant although let's wait for the blood and
urine test results, I'll have them tomorrow, I'll call you.  I want to see
you in a month, here's a prescription for prenatal vitamins, start them
immediately, my nurse will make your next appointment.  Take care of
yourself, no smoking, no drinking of alcohol; try to be a good girl, okay."

   Isabella's eyes were welling tears as she and Maria left, the doctor's
last comment, meaningless as it had been meant to be had cut her, be a good
girl.  If she'd been a good girl she wouldn't have been here.

   "Now that you've had your first exam what do you think," Maria asked as
they drove toward home.

   "Aun...Ah, Maria, I've never felt so humiliated, I never want to go
through that again," Isabella said.

   "Isabella, you'll be examined every month until you're into your third
trimester then it'll be every two weeks; welcome to womanhood dear."

   And, of course Isabella did endure them.  She understood the vaginal
examinations after all, her baby would come into the world via that route,
but the rectal examination, the finger in her bottom was so demeaning and
didn't seem necessary.  But what could she say, she wasn't a doctor.

   Isabella wasn't completely cut off from her family, although her father
forbid it, her mother managed to sneak away occasionally to visit.  She
understood that Isabella's job didn't pay particularly well and that
Maria's finances weren't the best so she made it a point to slip Isabella
several hundred dollars each month to help with expenses.

   An ultrasound examination had determined that her baby would be a boy,
she'd told her mother that she'd considered naming him for her father in
hopes of affecting a reconciliation but had reconsidered, she was going
name him Giovanni to honor her mother's father, her maternal grandfather.

   "I'm sure Papa would be proud," her mother said of the father she'd so
loved, the father she'd lost when she was only twenty.

   Isabella was at home when her water broke; Maria picked up her suitcase
and helped her to the car.  She'd placed a call to Dr.  Greenberg; they
were now enroute to the hospital.  There they sat her in a wheelchair and
took her to be prepped.

   What the prep nurse did would have been embarrassing if Isabella wasn't
so consumed by the contractions.  She was undressed, put into one of those
hospital gowns and laid on a gurney; the nurse shaved her pubic hair then
had her get on her hands and knees as she administered an enema.

   And then it was wait, seventeen and a half hours of crushing pain with
each contraction.  They came more frequently, more violently until finally
she was wheeled into the delivery room.

   She remembered the bright light above her then the anesthesiologist had
her roll onto her side where administered a spinal injection.  Dr. 
Greenberg came into the room.

   "Ready to be a mommy?" She brightly asked as she set about the business
of bringing Giovanni Balboni into the world.

   Isabella cradled her newborn to her breast where he suckled greedily;
her mother and Maria were with her for this first feeding.

   When mother and baby were released, Isabella's mother, in defiance of
her father, came each morning to help.  Isabella and even Maria knew how
defiance was dealt with in the Balboni household, had Sofia, Isabella's
mother raised her dress they would have seen her fiery red bottom,
nonetheless, she persisted.

   Sofia had argued with her husband, "This is our first grandchild, how
can you be so heartless, so cold."

   "How can I have a grandchild Sofia if I no longer have a daughter?" He'd
said.

   "I have a daughter and I have a grandson and I will see them," she'd
told him.

   "Sofia, I won't tolerate this insolence from you, you will not visit
them."

   "I am going to be a part of my grandson's life, no matter what you say."

   "Go to the bedroom," he ordered.

   She would defy her husband for the opportunity to visit Isabella and
Giovanni but to defy him over this was a line she couldn't cross; slowly
she walked to the bedroom.

   She knew he was losing his temper with her, this wouldn't be a normal
over the knee spanking, she was standing at the corner of the bed waiting.
He was pulling his belt off as he came in.

   "Take your panties off Sofia," he ordered.

   She pulled her panties from under her dress and tossed them on the
duvet.

   With his hand in the small of her back applying pressure, he told her,
"Lie down."

   She did as she was told, with her torso on the bed and her legs
separated by the corners of the mattress she accepted her punishment.

   He lifted her dress, tossing the hem over her back, with her bottom
bared, he struck.

   The sharp crack of leather on flesh, five, ten, twenty lashes, she was
striped, red welts rising where each blow had landed.  The pain was
excruciating but she bore it in silence.

   He stopped at twenty then said, "Don't move."

   She heard as his zipper came down, she listened as he removed his
trousers, he folded them and laid them on the bed beside her, his hands
were on her hips, he pulled her back toward him.  His fingers separated her
labia, his penis was at the throat of her vagina, he thrust into her.

   Unaroused, she was dry as he forced his way into her, she moaned as he
began to fuck her.

   She visited Isabella and Giovanni every day for the first week but then
she said, "I won't be able to come as often, I don't want your father to
know but I'll be here as often as I can." She kissed her daughter and
grandson and departed.

   She'd made the decision; her body couldn't take it any more.  Each night
after she'd visited, her husband ordered her to the bed.  He whipped her
with the belt then violently fucked her for her defiance.

   Living quarters were cramped, it was a small two bedroom apartment, she
and Gio shared the smaller of the two and money was tight, after child
care, transportation costs and lunches the money remaining on payday was
meager but, with the clandestine help of Sofia, Isabella and Maria managed
to scrimp by.

   Gio was three now and into everything, precocious is what Sofia called
him, Isabella thought more along the lines of scamp, she was reading to him
from his favorite storybook while Maria watched a reality television show;
the phone rang, Maria answered.

   "No, this is her Aunt Maria, yes; she's here, just a moment."

   "Isabella, it's for you," Maria said, shock registering on her face,
"It's from City General Hospital."

   Isabella took the phone.

   Her parents had been involved in a serious traffic accident; her mother
was in critical condition and was asking for her, she needed to come.

   Maria told her, "Go ahead, I'll take care of Gio, as soon as I can find
a sitter I'll be there."

   When Isabella got there her mother was already out of surgery, the
doctor spoke to her, the injuries were serious, now maybe prayer would
help. His somber expression left Isabella with little doubt about his
prognosis.

   Although swathed in bandages and bristling with tubes Sofia gripped
Isabella's hand and squeezed then the morphine took effect, Sofia lapsed
into a coma.

   Isabella learned that her father's car had been struck by a red light
running box truck; the driver was running late for his deliveries, he was
trying to make up lost time.  The impact had been to the driver's side
killing her father instantly, her mother's airbag had deployed, she should
have gotten through with minor injuries but the momentum of the truck had
driven the car into a light standard, crushing the passenger's side.  Sofia
hung on for two days but never came out of the coma.

   It fell to Isabella and Maria to arrange the funerals which, of course
were held at St.  Ignatius Catholic Cathedral with interment in the St. 
Ignatius Cemetery.

   At the funeral her father's lawyer spoke to her, after offering his
condolences he asked her to phone his office at her earliest convenience to
discuss the estates of her parents.

   Later that evening, once the well wishers had departed, Isabella told
Maria about the lawyer's request.

   "I don't really understand, father I know rewrote his will cutting me
off completely, I'm mother's heir but her estate will be modest at best,
perhaps a little nest egg savings but she was a housewife."

   "I don't know Isabella, call the lawyer and find out."

   So she did, two days later.

   "Isabella, would it be possible for you to come to my office so we can
discuss the disposition of your parents' respective estates?"

   She set an appointment for the following day at 10 o'clock.

   Next morning she and Maria with Gio in tow appeared at the attorney's.

   "Please come in Isabella, Maria," as he led them to his office.

   "Coffee, tea, either of you?" He asked.

   Both refused his offer.

   "Isabella, as you know, you're the sole heir to your mother's estate. 
Sofia had a small savings account, her marital ½ interest in their home and
a life insurance policy for $50,000.  You are the beneficiary of these
assets.

   Your father's estate is another matter completely.  Without elaborating
at this time, we estimate his worth to have been 2.3 million dollars at the
time of his death, additionally there is a $500,000 life insurance policy."

   "I knew father was wealthy but I had no idea that he was a millionaire;
I suppose that St.  Ignatius is the beneficiary."

   "No Isabella, in fact he left his entire estate to Sofia, his wife, your
mother and, in a twist of fate and a nuance in the law you are now the
beneficiary.  You see, your father died at the scene of the accident
however Sofia didn't expire until two days later.  Your father predeceased
your mother by those two days.  His estate passed to her upon his death
and, in turn her estate passed to you upon her death."

   "That can't be, he disowned me."

   "Yes, he did, I personally rewrote his will disinheriting you but that's
moot, Sofia's will, with you as her sole beneficiary takes precedence, you
are now a wealthy young woman.  With prudent money management I expect you
will live quite nicely and I want to offer the services of our firm to
assist.  Our wealth management department is highly regarded and
respected."

   As they drove home Isabella said, "I'm in shock Maria, what do you think
I should do?"

   "Let the attorney handle your money and finding a bigger house for you
and Gio should be your first priority, don't you think?"

   "We could all move into their house, couldn't we?"

   "Isabella, I'm not going anywhere, I like my little apartment and I'm
looking forward to having it back," she laughed.

   Isabella did move into her family home, she'd resigned from the library,
she could now be a full time mother, she enjoyed being able to spend all of
her time with Gio, but, in the end she decided to sell the property, every
time she walked by her parents' bedroom she was reminded of what her father
had done to her mother and her in that room.

   She bought a modest three bedroom home in a nice neighborhood with
highly rated schools and set about raising her son.

   Raising her son, that could be challenging.  Gio was a good student and
a natural athlete.  He was a handsome boy with coal black hair and flashing
brown eyes but he had a mischievousness about him that could be upsetting
to her.

   She knew she needed to take him in hand so, when the school called about
his antics she decided he needed to be disciplined.  She picked him up
after school; he tossed his back pack into the back seat and belted himself
in.

   He was in the first grade, six years old and he'd caused a disruption in
his classroom that had resulted in the call she'd received; she asked what
had happened.

   It seemed that recess he'd caught a gecko lizard on the playground and
when they got back into the school room he'd put it down the back of a
girl's tee shirt.  At least he's honest Isabelle thought, that was the same
story she'd gotten from the principal.

   "Gio, I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you, you can't do things
like that.  When we get home get your bath and get into your pajamas, we'll
eat supper but there's no TV for you tonight."

   "Am I in time out?" He asked.

   Her usual punishment was to put him in time out; it didn't work but she
had to do something.

   "No, just bathe and put on your PJ's, you can sit in the kitchen with me
while I make dinner."

   She fixed a mixed green salad dressed with olive oil and balsamic
vinegar, spaghetti with meat sauce, garlic bread and a slice of cheesecake
for dessert, she had a glass of Chianti and he had milk.

   After they'd eaten she took him to her bedroom.

   "You sit right there on the bed while I get changed," she ordered.

   She took a shower then put on fresh panties, her nightgown and a robe
then went back into the bedroom.

   "Giovanni, I'm upset with you.  You're a smart boy but you can't seem to
stay out of trouble.  I've put you in time out and I've taken privileges
away but your conduct hasn't improved so I'm going to have to do something
else.  I'm going to punish you now and then you'll go to bed.  If I have to
punish you in the future it will also be at bedtime, do you understand?"

   "Yes Mommy but what are you going to do?"

   She took his hand, "Come here son," she said as she took him over her
lap.

   "Mommy?" He asked, startled.

   "You're getting a spanking Gio," she told him as she lowered the seat of
his pajama bottoms then tugged his white briefs down so they were below his
buttocks.

   Crrrrrrack, Crrrrrrack, Crrrrrrack, her palm fell on his bottom ten
times, he kicked and squirmed then began to cry.

   She rubbed his back until he settled down then pulled his clothing back
into place.  She led him to his bedroom, tucked him in, kissed him and left
him with his thoughts.

   More than a few spankings were required over the ensuing years, although
Gio excelled on the athletic field and in the classroom he just couldn't
seem to curb his mischievous streak.

   The last time she'd spanked him was two years ago, he was fourteen years
old, a freshman in high school and, of course he knew all there was to
know, a typical teenager; until he was caught smoking under the bleachers
at lunch.

   Three days suspension, mandatory for smoking and Isabella was angry.

   As she drove home she said, "Gio, you know the drill, bath, pajamas,
dinner then into my bedroom, right?"

   "Mom, I'm fourteen, you can't spank me, I'm too old for that."

   "Hardly, my father spanked me until I left home at twenty-nine."

   She heated up leftover lasagna, prepped a salad, served Italian bread
with custard for dessert, of course she had a glass of Chianti and Gio had
his milk.

   She showered and changed; her panties, her gown and her robe then she
took her son over her lap.  He was getting to be a big boy, already 5'9"
tall, he weighed 145 pounds.  Nonetheless he was going to be spanked; she
lowered his pajamas and briefs.

   She began to spank.

   After only a few whacks Giovanni desperately pled, "Mom, please, I have
to go, let me up, please, please."

   She put her hand on his bottom and pressed down, holding him in place,
"You can wait until we've finished Gio."

   She gave him two more whacks before she saw his eyes tear up.  He
groaned then flushed red in embarrassment, she felt it.  His erection
against her groin, she stopped the spanking.

   "Yes Gio, I think you do need to go," she said, equally as embarrassed
as he.

   He tried to run for the bathroom but Isabella had seen the wet patch on
the front of his pajamas, he'd ejaculated while she was spanking him.

   Isabella vowed that she would no longer spank, interestingly after that
particular spanking Giovanni remediated his behavior.  He'd become the
young man that had cleared the walks and driveways this morning, he'd
matured; he was Isabella's greatest pleasure.

   Her reverie was broken, she looked at the clock, Oh My, she thought, I
need to get dinner started.

   She got everything ready then went upstairs and got Gio's gifts.  It was
time to pick him up from school.

   "On the ride home she asked, "How does it feel to be nearly grown;
sixteen, I can't believe it.  Pretty soon you'll be going away to college."

   "Mom, I've been thinking about that.  Living alone with you is all I've
ever known, I know we stayed with Aunt Maria when I was a baby but I really
don't remember.  I think I want to go to school right here, I'd miss you so
much if I couldn't see you every day plus I'd probably starve to death if I
couldn't have your wonderful Italian cooking."

   "Gio, you'll probably be offered a football scholarship to a major
university, don't you want to take advantage of that?"

   "It would be nice but I think I'd be happiest staying here, I can still
play football, they have a Division II team."

   "Think of all the girls at a big school; and for a big football star."

   "Mom, are you trying to chase me away, I don't need a girl, you're my
best girl, always have been, always will be."

   "Gio, you're sixteen now, you'll begin to think about the girls, you
know."

   "Oh, I already think about the girls, but Mom, like the old song says,
"I only have eyes for you."

   "Gio, I'm thinking about the girl for your future, maybe a nice Italian
Catholic girl; pretty with black hair and brown eyes, huh?"

   "Mom, I've already got a pretty Italian Catholic girl with black hair
and brown eyes and I think she's lovely."

   "Me, you're talkin' about me?  Gio, I'm forty-five years old, I have
gray in my hair, I'm twenty pounds overweight, my breasts sag and my butts
to broad.  Find that nice young Italian girl, she'll probably look like me
when she's forty-five after too much pasta but enjoy her while you're both
young."

   "I think you're lovely Mom."

   "I'll make an appointment with the eye doctor for you, I think you need
glasses.

   They'd pulled into the driveway.  Gio leaned over and gave Isabella a
peck on the cheek, "I love you Mom."

   In the house Gio went to shower and change, he knew dinner tonight was
semi-formal, when he came out his mother had gone to her bedroom, she
needed to bathe and dress, too.

   When Isabella came back into the living room Gio let out with a wolf
whistle,

   "You're gorgeous Mom, wow."

   She was wearing a black and white print dress with three quarter
sleeves, black wedgies, onyx earrings and a matching necklace.  She'd even
put on a smidgeon of make-up, lipstick and nail polish.

   She gave him a mock curtsey, "Thank you kind sir," she said.

   "Hot Mama where you been hiding?"

   "In my house dress in the kitchen cooking for my ravenous son."

   "Yeah, you do that real well, too, guess you're the closest thing there
is to perfect."

   She handed him his presents, "Open your gifts then we can have dinner."

   He liked the tee shirts but the Madden 15 blew him away, no body he knew
had one yet.

   He grabbed his Mom, hugged her and kissed her.

   "Thanks Mom, you're the greatest, I'll be the envy of all the guys."

   "Does that mean I'll have a house full of teenaged boys playing video
games?"

   "Yep, I've got to show it off."

   "Come on, let's eat."

   The meal was phenomenal particularly when it was washed down with the
scrumptious Borolo wine.  After they'd finished Isabella said,

   "Would you like a fire in the fireplace, we could have our dessert
there?"

   While she served the tiramisu Gio got the fire going.  He put some music
on, oldies, mood music, slow, danceable.

   They ate their tiramisu and sipped the Vin Santo, when they'd finished
Gio said,

   "Dance with me Mommy," his voice was husky, he took her into his arms,

   "You're beautiful Mommy."

   There was a little catch in her throat as she answered, "And you're my
handsome son."

   His hand was in the small of her back, he held her just a little
tighter, her breasts were crushed against his broad chest, it felt so nice
being held.  They danced until the music stopped, she began to step away
but another song began, he pulled her back into his arms.

   As they danced his hand slid lower, he cupped her bottom and pulled her
to him, she could feel his erection straining at his slacks, she knew she
should break off the dance but she didn't.  When the music stopped this
time she stepped back.

   "Whew, you're quite a dancer but I need a little break, why don't we
change into our nightclothes and sit in front of the fire?  We could have a
little grappa to settle our stomachs.

   She went to her bedroom and he to his, when she returned he'd taken the
afghan she'd crocheted from the back of the sofa and spread it before the
fire, there were two pillows on it and their grappa was poured.

   They sat side by side.

   As they sipped their grappa Gio said, "The fire is beautiful, isn't it
Mommy, it's hypnotic, I see lovers dancing in the flames."

   Isabella lay her head on Gio's shoulder, "Yes it is beautiful, isn't
it."

   Isabella had donned a new gown, virginal white with a little bow at her
neck, a white robe and white satin slippers, Gio thought she was elegant.

   "You look like a queen Mommy," he whispered to her.

   "And you look like a movie star, my handsome son."

   Gio had put on pajama bottoms but his chest was bare, Isabella ran her
hand over it.

   "So strong," she said.

   His arms encircled her; gently he lowered her to the afghan, her head on
one of the pillows.

   Isabella had her eyes closed, it was dreamy being in Gio's arms, she
felt his hot breath his lips were nearing hers, she should push him away,
she was his mother, she...lifted her head as their lips met.

   He whispered, "I love you Mommy," and she melted.

   Melted from the heat that pulsed through her, she uttered a slight moan,
her abdomen dissolved, lower, she felt heat, she trembled in her son's
arms, something released, her panties were soaked.

   "Gio, we shouldn't," she gasped.

   She couldn't control her breathing, she was panting, his hand was under
her gown caressing her breasts.

   "You're lovely Mommy, the only woman I've ever wanted."

   His weight on her body, his lips on her lips as their tongues
intertwined, sharing each other's taste, each other's breath.  His chest
was pressed to her swollen breasts, her nipples felt as though they would
burst.  Then she felt his hand on her inner thigh, higher, higher, until he
stroked her vulva.

   She had to stop this, she began to clamp her legs together then the
feeling again, she was melting as she climaxed for the second time she let
her legs fall apart.

   He stroked her, she was on the verge of losing control, her body was
quivering, fear and excitement, she felt his fingers on her, he'd slid the
leg of her panty aside and was tracing her vaginal slit.

   His fingers spread her labia; his penis touched the opening of her
vagina,

   "No Gio, we can't do thi..."

   She'd only had sex once in her life, when Joseph had raped her, she was
incredibly tight but her two orgasms had lubricated her, as Gio entered her
she moaned then began panting, God, this is how sex was suppose to feel.

   A little pain as he thrust deeper into her, she had her third orgasm,
the contractions of her vagina squeezed him, she was beyond fantastic, he
began to pump.

   "Oh God, my Gio, I love you so much," Isabella moaned.

   "You're my woman Mommy; tell me that you're my woman."

   "If you want me then I am your woman, I am your woman."

   He hugged her tightly and began to pump harder, faster,

   "I'm going to cum Mommy; I'm going to cum in you, is that all right?"

   "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah," she moaned as her forth orgasm washed through her.

   "Gio roared then grunted as each pulse of his semen spewed."

   He sat back on his haunches; his penis was still in her, still erect.

   "Mommy, I came in you, is that a problem?"

   "No Gio, I think I'm long past worrying about that."

   A whimsical little smile played across Isabella's lips, Gio was the
second man to take her body but neither had taken her panties.  Ironically,
the only man who'd taken her panties down was her father and that for a far
different reason.

   "Gio Honey, please take me to my bedroom, undress me and make love to
me."

   She let him lead her, once inside the room he hugged and kissed her then
took her robe from her shoulders, folded it and laid it on the chair.

   He stepped back admiring her pretty nightie then took it over her head,
it joined the robe on the chair.  In brassiere and panties, he turned her
so he could unfasten the four hooks of her bra then turned her back before
he let the piece of lingerie fall to the floor.

   Isabella's blue veined breasts were large but they sagged, Gio lifted
one.  Her aureola was dark, chocolate brown, her nipples like ripe
blackberries and, to Gio just as succulent.  He kissed then sucked each of
her nipples.

   Isabella's breath caught in her throat, it's just my breasts she though,
so why is it making me wet between my legs?  She sighed, it felt so nice.

   Gio took her into his arms and together they folded to the mattress,
their lips met hungrily as his hand caressed her bosoms then slid down to
her vulva, through her panties his finger traced her vaginal slit then he
gripped the elastic band,

   "Lift your hips Mommy," he said as he rolled her panties down over her
hips.

   He took his boxers off and got between her legs.

   "Lift your knees and pull your legs back a little," he asked.

   He moved up so that his penis rested against the opening of her vagina,
he was on his knees, he did not lie on her, slowly he entered her.

   She was slick and hot, the head slid in, the walls of her vagina were
tight.

   "I wish you could see, you're beautiful, so desirable as you take me
into your body."

   Their eyes met, they held each other's gaze as he moved forward, slowly,
slowly as her vagina accepted him.  She was tight, this was only the second
time she'd had a man, it hurt just a little, her moan was low, soft, it was
the most fantastic feeling Isabella had ever experienced.

   "I love you Mommy," Gio whispered.

   He was in all the way; he lay forward over her body, took her into his
arms and kissed her passionately as he began to stroke, slowly with long
deep thrusts.

   "Oh Gio," she moaned, "Oh God, it's wonderful," as her body trembled
with her climax.

   "Unnnnnnnnn," he groaned as he thrust hard into her, spewing his semen
into his mother.

   He lay beside her, she snuggled against his chest.

   "This isn't right Gio, Leviticus chapter 18 says we should not do this
but how can something that feels so wonderful be wrong."

   "It isn't wrong Mommy, we love each other, I think that's all that
matters," he replied

   With her in his arms they slept.

   Isabella tossed and turned, her dreams were conflicted, her father
taking down her panties and beating her, Joseph deceiving her then ripping
off her panties and raping her but then she calmed, she awakened in Gio's
arms.  She kissed him.

   It was the middle of the night yet the brushing of her lips on his
brought Gio awake, his lovely mother was staring into his eyes, his heart
thundered with desire, he brought her atop him.

   "Guide me into your body Mommy, I want you so much."

   Isabella brought his penis to her vagina, she lowered herself, God it
felt so good as he penetrated her, slowly she began to move up and down.

   One of his hands was on her hip the other caressed her breasts.

   "My sexy Mommy," Gio smiled at her.

   Isabella, smiled in return, she'd never thought of herself as sexy; in
fact, she never thought of sex but now she did feel sexy, desired as a
woman, loved as a woman, it was heavenly as she continued to ride his
shaft.

   "Oh my," she gasped as she slammed down on him driving him deeply into
her.  The orgasm had come on quickly, she could feel her contractions
squeezing his penis, drawing out his ejaculation, his sperm flooded her,
she fell forward into his waiting arms.

   This time when sleep overtook them they didn't wake until morning.

   Isabella got up first, completed her morning ablutions, dressed and went
to the kitchen to prepare breakfast; bacon, eggs, toast, cantaloupe melon
and coffee.  It was ready when Gio came down.

   They didn't talk about the previous night, they didn't need to, their
eyes on each other said it all, Isabella and Gio would be sharing her bed
from now on.

   She dropped him at school then went to her hairdresser, she felt young
and beautiful now she wanted to look that way.  When she left her hair was
nicely styled and a tinted a consistent glossy black.  Then to a day spa, a
facial, manicure and pedicure.  She had lunch, with an eye to her diet,
then was off to her favorite department store.

   She had specific clothing in mind but how do you tell a saleslady that
you want to dress so your son is enticed by body?  She found some of the
things she had in mind, blouses and dresses with scoop necklines that
showed a bit of cleavage, a couple of dresses that came to mid-thigh,
pretty lingerie and sleepwear that would, well, that would make her readily
accessible to Gio.

   At home she prepped the evening's dinner so she'd be able to finish it
in just a few minutes then went to her bedroom; a nap was in order if she
expected to keep up with her young lover.  With a smile on her lips she
laid her head down.

   After waking she went to pick up Gio, "Your hair looks fabulous," he
exalted.

   "I'm surprised, men are supposed to be notorious for not noticing things
like that," she teased him.

   "I notice everything about you Mommy," he answered.

   When they got home she went to her bedroom, She had a bath, brushed her
hair, put on a smidgeon of make-up and put on her new underwear and dress;
she went to the kitchen to finish dinner.

   "Wowza, wowza, wowza," Gio crowed, "Look at my hot mama," as he squeezed
her around the waist.

   "Careful, don't burn yourself on the pan," she cautioned.

   "More likely I'll burn myself on my hot lady," he said, then added,
"What's for dinner?"

   "Linguine with a white clam sauce," she advised.

   "Sounds great," he answered as he went to set the table.

   With dinner they split a bottle of Soave, a dry white Italian wine then
they both helped with the clean-up.

   "I don't feel like television tonight, can I put on the music and we can
dance, that was fun last night?" He asked.

   "That sounds heavenly," she said.

   They danced most of the evening away, slow songs, together in each
other's arms, bodies touching, arousals rising; she broke away.

   "I'll only be a moment, don't run away," she said as she went to her
bedroom.

   She came back in one of her new nighties, pale lavender with lace on the
sleeves and neckline, she returned to his arms.

   As they danced he whispered, "You're so beautiful Mommy, so sexy, so
desirable."

   She knew he was viewing her through the rose colored glasses of a son in
love with his mother, still, his words, his touch did make her feel
beautiful, sexy and desirable.

   When he held her close she could feel his erection against her abdomen,

   "Take me to bed Gio, make love to me," she whispered.

   He led her, as he removed her nightie her breasts were already swollen
with desire; he kissed her then kissed them before rolling her panties off.

   He smiled, "You're just too sexy."

   The night before her muff had been a wiry mass of black and gray,
tonight it was nicely trimmed.

   "I love it," he said as he stroked her.

   He lifted her legs and rested them on the tops of his thighs then
scooted up against her.

   God, he was like a knife going through hot butter, she was so slick, so
wet, he slid into her and began to pump.

   Tonight he wanted to do a little more, he lifted her legs and pushed her
knees back toward her breasts then thrust harder, Isabella felt it, oh
yeah, she felt it.

   She had a premonition that she was about to experience the virility a
sixteen year old can bring to the bed.  As he thrust into her, it was
causing her to ache.

   A thought flashed through her mind, a word she'd never said nor would
she ever say but she knew, I am truly going to get fucked; she moaned, he
was stretching her, opening her, she moaned again.

   "You're the greatest lover Mommy, he told her as he continued to thrust
deeper.

   "Ah Gio, ah, you're so big, so big," he scooted a little higher.

   The change of his angle of penetration allowed him to get further into
her but it also brought his penis in contact with her clitoris, she learned
the sweetness of pain, she screamed,

   "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, Oh God, Oh God, yes, yes, yesssssssss," as she came
to a thunderous climax, her contracting vagina milked Gio, his ejaculate
spewed into her but he didn't slow.  Teens might not last but they didn't
have to, his penis stayed erect as he continued to thrust.

   He rolled her to her side and straddled her bottom leg and lifted her
top one then scooted tightly against her and pounded into her,

   Isabella was making little "Un, un, un," noises with each of his
thrusts.

   He rested her leg on his shoulder; with one free hand he massaged her
bottom while the other masturbated her, he rapidly fingered her clitoris,
he felt as her body tightened then her tummy rippled as a second orgasm
flowed through her, she felt it as her uterus clenched, her anus tightened
and her vagina grasped Gio.

   "Oooooooooooo, yesssssssss," she wailed, "Oh God yesssssssss."

   He continued to thunder into her for several minutes then patted her
bottom.

   "Get on your tummy Mommy then get up on your knees, I want you from
behind."

   He pulled out as she turned, there was semen oozing from her vagina as
she got into position, he entered her with a single thrust then rode her.

   "Oh Gio," she moaned, "You feel so much bigger this way, God it feels
like you're in my tummy, "Ungh, ungh, ungh," she intoned as he continued to
pump her.

   She climaxed once again, she was exhausted, totally spent, she collapsed
to the mattress, Gio continued to stroke until, with a grunt he came.  He
was lying on her back, his arms circled her shoulders, he kissed the back
of her neck.

   "You're incredible Mommy," he whispered in her ear; he was still in her.

   Eventually he became flaccid; he rolled beside her and brought her to
him.  She nuzzled against his chest, "I love you Gio, with all my heart I
love you."

   They slept in each other's arms.

   The sex was fast, furious and often over the next three weeks, Isabella
was so orgasmic that sometimes just his touch would leave her with wet
panties and she got a lot of his touches, she thought she'd gone to heaven.

   In the third week she found spotting in her panties, her period was
beginning.  It was so irregular, she knew it was menopause, some months
spotting, some months nothing and some months her normal flow, it was
frustrating, she put a tampon in.

   She picked Gio up after school, as they drove home she gave him the
news, "I'm afraid Mommy's out of commission for the next five days, my
period started today."

   "Hey, we can still dance and have a good time, can't we?"

   "Sure we can Gio, sure we can."

   The next day she wasn't feeling well, sometimes her period brought on
cramping but this wasn't like that.  She felt tired and achy, her breasts
hurt and she felt nauseated, when it didn't go away after two days she made
an appointment with her doctor.

   At her appointment she explained her symptoms to her doctor, Dr.  Stein.
He listened and then asked,

   "Isabella, have you had unprotected sex recently?"

   She understood the implications of the question, "You think I may be
pregnant don't you Dr.  Stein?"

   "I think it would be a good idea to visit a gynecologist, do you have
one?"

   "Not really, I haven't been to a gynecologist since Giovanni was born
sixteen years ago, her name was Dr.  Greenberg."

   "Frieda Greenberg?" He asked.

   "Yes, yes, that was her name."

   "She's a friend of mine, in fact her office is up on the fourth floor,
why don't I give her a call, she may be able to work you in while you're
already here?"

   He made the call.

   Dr.  Greenberg's nurse updated Isabella's medical history, took blood
pressure readings, two vials of blood and handed her a cup.

   "Just leave it on the shelf," the nurse said.

   She found herself on the examination table with her feet in the
stirrups.

   The doctor completed her vaginal exam, helped Isabella remove her feet
from the stirrups the said,

   "Slide up the table and lie on your side for me Isabella," she patted
her hip then spread her buttocks; she slid the thermometer into her.

   As she waited for the thermometer to register she said, "It's been a
long time Isabella but it will be more frequent now.  I'm certain you are
pregnant and, because of your age it will be a high risk pregnancy," she
pulled the thermometer out, checked the reading and gloved up her right
hand.

   With her finger probing Isabella's rectum, she continued, "As a high
risk pregnancy I want to see you every two weeks, and yes, to answer your
question, I'll be doing the vaginal and rectal portions of your examination
each time."

   Withdrawing her finger, wiping Isabella's bottom and throwing her glove
in the trash, she continued,

   "For the time being I'm not going to prohibit sex but I guess I'd say,
don't be overly active or acrobatic, okay.  Also, I want you off your feet
as much as possible, get plenty of rest, take an afternoon nap and watch
your diet.  Do you drink Isabella?"

   "A little wine with dinner."

   "Limit it to one glass, that won't do any harm."

   "Any questions?" The doctor asked.

   "No, none."

   "I'll write you a prescription for some vitamins, take one daily."

   "Okay doctor," Isabella replied.

   "Well I guess that's everything then, you can put your pants on and I'll
see you in two weeks."

   Isabella walked from the doctor's office in a daze, pregnant; she
couldn't believe it and what would Gio say?

   She picked him up from school.  On the drive home he asked,

   "Is something wrong Mommy, you seem so quiet; what did the doctor say,
flu?"

   "No, not the flu Baby, let's talk about it when we get home."

   They sat in the living room in the Mr.  and Mrs.  Chairs that fronted
the fireplace,

   "Gio, I don't know any other way to say it, "Mommy's pregnant."

   It took a moment to sink in then Giovanni leapt from his chair, pulled
Isabella up and danced her around the room.

   "We're gonna have a baby, us, Mommy that's wonderful, I've always wanted
a sibling, I hope it's a little girl, that would be the bomb."

   "You're happy Gio?"

   "Oh man, am I, you're gonna be a Mommy again and I'm gonna be a Daddy."

   After he'd settled down Isabella explained the restrictions the doctor
had given her.

   "I'll help Mom, why don't I take over fixing breakfast so you can stay
in bed then I can drive myself to and from school.  If you'll make the
lists I'll do the shopping.  I can even drive you to your doctor's
appointments if you can make them in the afternoon."

   They made love that night, it was sweet and gentle, Gio was sensitive to
Isabella's delicate condition, they slept in each other's arms.

   Her two week visit came, Gio drove her.  She introduced him to Dr. 
Greenberg, telling him that she was the doctor that had brought him into
the world.

   "Success," the doctor chuckled as she looked at the sixteen year old. 
Gio was now approaching 6'2" in height and weighed a solid 182 pounds aside
from being leading man handsome.

   "You can wait in the waiting room, your mother and I have some business
to do, okay Gio?"

   Once he was gone Dr.  Greenberg said, "I'll do blood and urine once a
month, today all we'll do is your exam, you can go ahead and take your
shorts and panties off, I'll be in to see you in a couple of minutes.

   Isabella had learned, Dr.  Greenberg would only be doing gyno and rectal
exams, there was no need to bare her top so she'd worn shorts, she took
them and her panties off and sat on the cold paper covering the examination
table.

   When she got to the rectal portion of the examination she said,

   "Isabella, your rectum is full, have you moved your bowels recently?"

   "I've had a little constipation, should I take a laxative?"

   "I don't want you putting any medications in your body that I haven't
prescribed.  No, no laxatives, tell me about your diet."

   "I usually have eggs and bacon with toast, orange juice and coffee for
breakfast, maybe a sandwich and a glass of tea for lunch then dinner is
usually pasta, a salad and some type of bread, that's when I drink my glass
of wine."

   "And that's the cause of the problem, way too much white bread and the
pasta adds to the problem, here's what I'd like you to do.  I want you to
eat six small meals instead of three, make breakfast a whole grain cereal
with skim milk, raisin bran is good and have some fruit, try a kiwi. 
Midmorning have some yogurt, make lunch a clear soup with whole wheat
crackers and a glass of juice, mid-afternoon snack, on dried fruit,
apricots are nice, then for dinner make your meal heavy on green, a salad,
and plenty of vegetables, maybe some brown rice with baked chicken or fish
and your bedtime snack could be another kiwi or some prunes.  And plenty of
liquids, I want you to drink eight glasses of water a day; you won't suffer
from constipation on that diet."

   At home she prepared a grocery list and sent Gio to the supermarket to
shop for her new diet.

   The next visit Gio again drove, he was in the waiting room while Dr. 
Greenberg took Isabella in for her exam.

   "Did the diet help with the constipation?" The doctor asked.

   "I'm as regular as the sun rising in the east," Isabella answered.

   "Good, stick to the diet; any other complaints?"

   "I've had a little cramping here," Isabella said as she indicated her
abdomen, "Nothing real severe though."

   A look of concern passed over Dr.  Greenberg's face, "Go ahead and get
your shorts and panties off, let's take a look."

   As she was taking Isabella's temperature she said, "Isabella, I'm
concerned about the cramps, that can be a precursor to a spontaneous
abortion, a miscarriage in layman's terms."

   She withdrew the thermometer, "And you're running a low grade fever,
that's not good."

   As she was doing the rectal she said, "Isabella, I'm afraid that it
would be unsafe for you to have sexual intercourse and I want you on bed
rest, no lifting, no physical labor, can you do that?"

   "Dr.  Greenberg, yes, I can do that but my...my...ah, my..."

   Frieda Greenberg had noticed that Isabella had momentarily cut her eyes
toward the waiting room where her son waited, no, couldn't be, she thought,
then, could it?

   "Your, ah paramour would be disappointed, I understand, a young virile
lover and you're forty-five and unable to satisfy his sexual needs, am I
right?"

   Again Isabella glanced toward the waiting room, yes, Dr.  Greenberg was
convinced, she was committing incest with her son; but who could blame her,
the young man was a hunk.

   She withdrew her finger and wiped Isabella's bottom.

   "All done but lay here for just a few minutes, I think we need to talk."

   "Isabella you don't have to give up sex, just vaginal intercourse. 
There are other ways, you know."

   "I don't understand, other ways?"

   "Well he can use his hands and mouth on you and you can use your hands
and mouth to excite him.  Mutual masturbation can be fun and most men enjoy
receiving oral sex.  I'm sure you'd love to have oral sex performed on you,
wouldn't you?"

   "I don't know, I've never had it but it doesn't sound like something my,
ah...my lover would want to do, I mean kissing and licking where I pee
doesn't sound very romantic to me."

   Again her eyes had cut toward the waiting room.

   "Isabella, could you take him in your mouth?"

   "I'm not sure, I just don't know."

   "Isabella what men like is a woman who can use her mouth to make him
ejaculate and can then swallow the ejaculation."

   Isabella thought she was going to gag at the idea, "I don't think I
could do that."

   "What you can and can't do is up to you Isabella; I can only make
suggestions as to how you can please your man."

   "Maybe if I didn't have to swallow it, maybe I could do that."

   "Isabella, men like to ejaculate in somewhere nice and warm; your vagina
is off limits as of now, and you don't think you could let him do it in
your mouth, there is one other alternative, though," as she rubbed and then
patted Isabella's buttocks.

   Isabella paled, appalled she said, "A man would put his penis in a
woman's bottom, no way, that's filthy, who would want to do that?"

   "Isabella, most men will do it that way, some even prefer it, a woman is
inevitably tighter there than she is in her vagina and there's also a
little power trip involved."

   Her eyes again went to the waiting room then came back.

   "Dr.  Greenberg, that's disgusting, I can't imagine a man wanting to put
his penis in my, ah, in my...waste."

   "I understand your concern, it can be messy, that's why it's important
that a woman get herself ready.  My husband insisted that I have an enema
beforehand, so if anal sex was on the agenda, I'd give myself a Fleet enema
to cleanse my rectum, then I'd take a bath, put on some sexy music; my
preference is smoky jazz, have a glass of wine to relax me and get me into
a sexy mood."

   "You do it?" Isabella gasped in amazement.

   "We used to.  In fact I like it as did my husband."

   "It's something you might want to consider, I can give you a pamphlet
that explains the preparations and the various positions you can employ."

   Now, why don't you get your pants on and I'll see you in two weeks."

   Dr.  Greenberg handed her the pamphlet which she buried in her handbag,
she didn't want Gio to see it.

   She decided not to tell Gio until they were in bed.

   "Gio Baby," she started, "Dr.  Greenberg is concerned about a
miscarriage, she's put me on bed rest and has forbidden me to have
intercourse but she told me I can satisfy you with my hand, would you like
that?"

   "Only if I can touch you, too, let me take your nightie off I want to
see and touch your magnificent breasts."

   As he stroked and caressed her breasts she rubbed his penis through his
boxer shorts.

   "Take it out Mommy," he whispered as he kissed her.

   She fumbled with the snaps then got her hand through the opening and
brought his erection into full view, from this perspective he looked big.

   Her efforts were clumsy; she was at a loss until Gio put his hand over
hers,

   "Like this," he said as he showed her how to stroke him.

   He rubbed her vulva through her panties then said, "Let me take these
off, I want to be able to touch you."

   She was already moist; he masturbated her while she did the same for
him. It was stimulating but hardly as good as sex, more like two teenagers
in the back seat of a car.

   "I want to see you," Gio said as he ducked down between her legs.

   He parted her labia, "You're pretty Mommy, like a beautiful pink flower,
and Ummmmm, you smell nice, too.  I wonder how you taste."

   It felt like a jolt of electricity as his tongue flicked the tip of her
clitoris then his mouth engulfed her, taking her clit between his lips.

   "Gio, what are you do..., Oh, oh, what, what, Oh, oh, oh, Oooooooooooo,"
as the biggest orgasm she'd ever had hit.

   "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, Jesus save me," she cried out.

   Gio stayed on her licking her tangy flavor, then, sliding up her torso
he said,

   "You're delicious Mommy," as he gave her a big, wet kiss.

   Isabella sputtered, she knew where his mouth had been then surrendered,
taking his tongue between her lips and into her mouth.

   "Rascal," she said when their lips parted, "You made me taste myself."

   "You're so delicious I just had to share Mommy."

   "Gio, I can't believe how good that felt, it was incredible, I think I
saw stars."

   I'm glad I could make my girl happy," he replied.

   "I...I don't know what I can do for you, I mean my hand?"

   Isabella was still unsure about taking Gio into her mouth.

   "That's okay Mommy, you don't have to do anything, just let me do it,"
he said as he pulled two pillows along side her and piled them one on top
of the other.

   "Roll onto them and get your tummy comfortable," he told her.

   "What are you going to do; I told you Dr.  Greenberg said I can't have
intercourse."

   "We're not going to have intercourse Mommy; I wouldn't do anything to
hurt our baby."

   When she was in position on the pillows with her bottom raised he
straddled her then spit in his palm and used it to lubricate his penis.

   "Relax Mommy, this won't hurt," as he spread her cheeks.

   Her cheeks were soft and puffy creating a deep anal cleft; he laid his
cock in her groove then lay over her back and stroked along her crack.

   Gio, what are you doing," Isabella didn't believe what was happening.

   "Letting you make me feel good, just relax for me."

   She was surprised, the rubbing and pressure to her anus felt good, she
had no idea that it was an erogenous zone with nerves that ran from her
clitoris, all she knew was that it seemed dirty but it was giving her
sensations that she could feel between her legs.

   Gio snaked an arm under her and fondled her clitoris, as he rocked in
her anal cleft his fingers danced over her love button, she began to pant,
God he was arousing her with pressure on her anus, she was awestruck by her
body's responses.

   He pressed against her, she thought he was going to enter her, no, he
wouldn't, he couldn't, she wasn't ready, then he continued to let his cock
ride along her groove.

   He pressed a little harder and sped up, his fingers were begging her to
cum, he was ready, he made a grunting sound then his semen spurted, his
penis was tight against her, she felt his wet heat as it spewed against her
anus then she moaned as her own orgasm erupted.

   He rolled her onto her side, he was still behind her, still pressed
against her, his arms hugged her, he whispered, "You're the best Mommy, the
very best."

   She let him hold her, she was lost in her own thoughts; Dr.  Greenberg
had been right, men did want women that way, Gio wanted her that way, she
was suddenly nervous.

   Gio got up and went to the bathroom, when he came back he had a warm
washcloth and a towel.

   "Roll back on your tummy Mommy, let me clean you."

   He spread her cheeks, washed her anal cleft with the warm cloth then
dried her.  After putting the washrag and towel in the bathroom he climbed
back in bed with her.

   He massaged and caressed her buttocks.

   "Isabella asked, "Gio Baby, do you like Mommy's bottom?"

   "Oh man, do I, yours is the sweetest, cutest tush I've ever seen," as he
kissed first one cheek and then the other.

   Her nervousness amped up about a thousand percent, her voice was quaking
when she said, "I'll need you to drive me to Walgreen's tomorrow, there are
some things I need to pick up."

   She wheeled the small shopping cart through the aisles of the pharmacy
wishing she'd come alone, embarrassed by the purchases she was going to
make.  What would Gio think she wondered as she selected the box of rubber
gloves, what would he make of it as she picked up a large tube of KY Jelly,
how could she explain the necessity of the six pack of Fleet enemas?  She
was preparing but she was still ambivalent and, if she was totally honest
with herself, frightened.

   Her sleep the previous night had been fretful, the imagery of a man, a
faceless man hurting her, restraining her, face down on her bed and
sodomizing her.  She'd awakened with a start, she was safe with Gio beside
her, she'd snuggled against him and slept in his arms.

   They were nearly home before Gio asked, "Why the enemas Mom, are you
still struggling with the constipation problem?"

   "So far, so good, the diet seems to be working but I just wanted to have
them on hand in case I have any further problems."

   "Well, if you need one I can give it to you, it might be kinda tricky
trying to do it yourself."

   "I'll keep that in mind Baby."

   It was Saturday, when they got home Gio flicked on the TV, College Game
Day was on previewing the day's college action.  Isabella told him she was
going to lie down, doctor's orders, stay off her feet as much as possible.

   She dug the pamphlet out of the bottom of her handbag and lay down to
read, and was nearly blown away by what she learned.

   Heterosexual Anal Sex is on the Rise (title of article)

   In 2005, a survey conducted by the Centers for Disease Control
determined that the incidence of anal relations in the heterosexual
population is on the increase.  The survey showed that 38.2 percent of men
between 20 and 39 and 32.6 percent of women aged 18 to 44 had engaged in
heterosexual anal sex; in 1992 a similar survey found that only 25.6
percent of men 18 to 59 and 20.4 percent of women 18 to 59 had.

   Gosh, nearly one third of females were now engaging in anal sex, she was
flabbergasted, imagining a third of the women in her Catholic congregation
was letting their husbands in the backdoor.

   The primary thrust of the articles dealt with proper preparation, saying
among other things that when you think you've used a sufficient amount of
lubricant; double it, emphasizing: YOU CANNOT USE TOO MUCH LUBRICATION.

   It further stated that enjoying anal sex was as much mental as physical.
The female partner had to be in the right mood and state of arousal.  The
saying, "If you think it's going to hurt it will," applies.  She must be
ready and willing to accept her male partner if they are to have a positive
experience.

   The back two pages were headlined:

   DON'T BE INFLUENCED BY PORN, THESE ARE PROFESSIONAL ACTRESSES; MANY OF
THE POSITIONS THEY USE ARE PATENTLY DANGEROUS!

   There are a number of positions that can be utilized for anal sex;
however, it is our opinion that the following four are the safest.

   There followed depictions, well, pictures really of a couple
demonstrating positions.

   The first was of the female laying flat on her stomach with her partner
straddling her hips.  The caption stated that this was a good beginner's
position inasmuch as penetration is limited.  It startled Isabella though;
it looked very much like what she'd seen in her nightmare.

   The second was of the female on her back with a pillow under her hips,
penetration was similar to the Missionary Position used in vaginal sex. 
The caption noted that many couples preferred this position because of the
intimacy of the eye to eye contact that occurred.

   Third the couple was spooning, the female on her side, her partner
behind her.  There are several reasons this position is so popular;
penetration is limited, plus the male partner can easily stimulate the
female's breasts and clitoris with his free hand.

   The fourth position pictured was with the girl on her knees with her
breasts on the bed and her bottom raised.  The caption explained that this
position was for the more adventurous; penetration was deeper and elements
of domination and submission came into play.

   The final sentence was: REMEMBER, YOU CANNOT USE TOO MUCH LUBRICANT!

   Isabella slid it under her pillow.  Well, now she knew, the question
resonating was, can she do?

   She didn't nap but, instead lay thinking, the pamphlet had helped, that
and the knowledge that her doctor, Dr.  Greenberg enjoyed anal sex.  If she
could get her mind right, her body would cooperate, she was sure of that
now.

   Gio came in a few minutes later, he'd brought her a dish of dried fruit
and a large glass of water, it was time for her mid-afternoon snack.

   "Thank you Gio," she said, "Can you lie down with me for a little while
son, there's something I want to talk to you about."

   As he lay down she cradled his head and stroked his hair.

   "It's about last night Baby, what you did with your mouth, it was beyond
belief how wonderful it felt but I was a disappointment to you, wasn't I?"

   "Mommy, you're never a disappointment to me," he rubbed her abdomen, "I
understand we have to be careful for our baby."

   "It's my big Baby I want to take care of.  What you did, while you were
on my back, did it feel good to you?"

   "It felt fantastic; we can do things like that until the baby is born."

   "Gio, while you were doing that did you want to put your penis in me, in
my, ah, in my anus?  Men and women do that you know; Dr.  Greenberg
explained it to me."

   "Only if it's something you want to do Mommy, I know you can be a bit
Puritanical about some things."

   Isabella blushed, it was true, nonetheless, she continued, "If I wanted
to do that would you do it with me?"

   "Oh Mommy, I'd love to do that with you, like I told you last night,
`yours is the sweetest, cutest tush I've ever seen,' I meant it."

   "Dr.  Greenberg told me a lot but she also gave me a pamphlet to read,
I'd like you to look it over," she said as she retrieved it from under the
pillow and handed it to him.

   After he'd read it he said, "So that's why you bought the enemas?"

   "Yes, Dr.  Greenberg said it was best if I had an enema, you know to
clean out my rectum, then that I take a nice warm bath and have a glass of
wine to help me relax."

   "Do you want me to give you the enema Mommy?"

   Her voice was quaky, this was THE BIG STEP, "Yes Gio, I don't think I
can do it myself."

   "Do you want to do it now Mommy?"

   She shook her head yes then said, "The enemas and rubber gloves are
under the sink and the KY Jelly is in the medicine cabinet."

   He came back with a Fleet enema and the KY, "I don't need rubber gloves,
I want to touch you."

   "We need to take your dress and panties off," Gio said as he began
undressing her.

   Shyly Isabella asked, "Gio, could you give it to me with me lying over
your lap, I think that would be nice."

   He sat on the bedside and patted his lap, "Sure, come on."

   With her in place he patted her bottom, "Cute," he said.

   "Fat," she replied.

   "Mommy you're losing weight, even pregnant you're losing weight on your
diet, you look hot; my Hot Mamma."

   "Humph," she answered.

   "I'm going to touch you now, don't jump," he said as he spread her
cheeks and rubbed some of the gel onto her anus.

   He rubbed far longer than necessary then said, "It looks like a cute
little button," as he dipped the tip of his finger in.

   "Here goes," he warned as he slid the nozzle of the enema into her, he
squeezed the bottle.

   The 4.5 ounces of saline solution felt cool in her bowels, she lay
quietly as the solution did its work then she went to the toilet.  As she
relieved herself Gio started filling the tub.

   He washed her, helped her from the tub and dried her.

   She said, "Now some nice music and my glass of wine."

   Gio put Sonny Rollins "You don't know what love is" on, set the volume
low and poured a glass of Chianti.

   When he handed it to her he told her, "Your one glass for today, it's
water at dinner."

   She gave him a moue and pouted, "Meanie."

   As they reclined on the bed she slipped into his arms,

   "Ummmmm, nice," she murmured.

   "Yes it is," Gio responded as he kissed her neck, she let her head fall
back, luxuriating in the touch of his lips.

   His hands caressed her breasts, gently squeezing then circling her
aureola before the light pinch of her swollen nipple, she sighed her
pleasure.

   As he kissed down her body her arousal peaked, she knew what he was
going to do, her belly had already turned liquid, his fingers touched her,
opening her, then his warm breath.

   She was panting, she couldn't keep her lower body still as she thrust
her pelvis up to meet his tongue, it laved her slit tasting her nectar as
she came with a gush, he drank from her, her vagina his golden chalice, her
fragrance enticing, her flavor exquisite, ambrosia, he feasted on her
clitoris.

   "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah," she wailed as her hips pounded driving her vulva
against his face, he held her, forced her legs further apart then attacked
her clit with his flicking tongue, again she wailed, as one orgasm then a
second and a third thundered through her body.

   Before she could calm herself she found herself on her tummy, Gio held
her anal cleft open, his face was buried,

   "Gio, don't, don't, don't..." she gasped, "Oh God, Gio, don't, don't,
don't...Oh, please don't stop, don't stop."

   Analingus, she didn't know the term but now she knew the feeling, when
he dipped the tip of his tongue through her sphincter, tasting her
muskiness, her earthiness she climaxed once again.

   Gio reached for the lubricant.  He remembered the pamphlet's admonition,
"You cannot use too much lube."

   He worked a quarter of the tube into her then rolled up beside her.

   "Hold me Gio," she said as she snuggled against him with her back.

   "I'd like to do it this way," as she arched her back and presented her
bottom in invitation.

   He guided his penis to her.

   "I'm going to push into you now Mommy," he told her as with a gentle
thrust he was in her.

   Isabella moaned as her sphincter muscles yielded, she felt a small
twinge of pain.

   "Are you all right Mommy?" Gio asked.

   "I'm fine but please be gentle with me, take it slowly."

   She felt a dull ache as her rectum was stretched to accommodate his
girth; she had the urge to move her bowels but realized it was caused by
Gio's penis filling her, it gave her a small cramp but she liked the
sensation.

   She backed against him, she wanted him deeper, craved the pleasure/pain
she was receiving,

   "Touch me Baby, touch Mommy," she pled.

   His bottom arm cradled her but now his top arm went to her groin, his
fingers spread her labia, he stroked her clit.  Isabella began to pant then
moaned,

   "Oh yeah, that's the way Baby, that's the way Gio, Oh God, Mommy's gonna
cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm cummmmmmmmming, Iiiieeeee."

   "God it was the most incredible feeling, as her contracting anus griped
his penis, her sphincters spasmed involuntarily, squeezing, releasing,
squeezing, he erupted as he urgently pumped, spewing his hot cum into her
back passage.

   "Oh God Mommy, that was incredible, unbelievable, mind blowing."

   "I take it you liked it; well, I did, too."

   After they'd rested for a few minutes Gio got up, went to the bathroom,
cleaned up then brought a warm cloth and towel to cleanse the mess he'd
left in Isabella's anus.  They were both tired from their effort; they
dozed in the hazy afternoon sunlight filtering through the blinds.

   Isabella awakened first, Gio was so handsome in repose, there was a
smile on his face as though he was experiencing a heavenly dream, she hoped
it was about her.

   He was nude, his body beautiful, his flaccid penis lay on his thigh. 
He'd pleasured her with his mouth, oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound.
Gio wakened to his Mother fellating him, she was bobbing on his turgid
cock, her mouth soft as satin, warm as sunshine.

   "Oh Mommy, I'm gonna cum," he warned.

   Again she thought, in for a penny in for a pound, she gripped his penis
and bobbed faster.

   "Ummmmmmmmm," he growled as he ejaculated.

   It was more, a whole lot more than she expected, certainly more than a
mouthful, when she looked up at her son semen was leaking from both sides
of her mouth, she swished her tongue and, like a cat after a bowl of milk,
the creaminess disappeared.  She lunged for him delivering a wet kiss.

   "Now we're even," she laughed.

   He laughed with her, "Yeah, I guess we are."

   Sex was fun again, because of her doctor prescribed bed rest that's
where they spent the majority of their time, but they spent it intimately,
by the end of the week they'd experimented with all of the positions the
pamphlet had suggested.

   Not surprisingly Isabella favored the Missionary Position and spooning;
she found them more romantic.  Gio, well Gio liked any position so long as
he was in his mother but, given his choice he would opt for one or the
other of the positions where he was behind Isabella.

   Isabella was not at all fond of the position requiring her to lie flat
on her stomach.  She attributed this in the main to the nightmare she'd
had.

   Positioned on her knees, chest on the mattress and rump raised, about
this she was conflicted.  She liked the deeper penetration but, at least
initially the feeling of submissiveness that this position engendered took
her back to lying helplessly across her father's lap as he administered her
spankings.  Yet, as they continued to employ this position Isabella found
that submitting to Gio was arousing to her, she would often climax as soon
as he entered her.

   At her next doctor's appointment, after going through most of the normal
indignities, she was positioned on her side as the doctor prepared to do
her rectal examination; she gloved her right hand and lubricated her index
finger.

   "Unh," Isabella groaned as the finger slid in.

   "Just relax Isabella, you've never told me how your partner feels about
your pregnancy."

   "Oh Dr.  Greenberg, he's elated, he said he's always wanted a sis...,
ah, he's always wanted a child."

   Isabella wondered why on earth the woman always elected to start a
conversation when she was being digitally sodomized.

   As the doctor rotated her hand checking for lesions and internal
hemorrhoids, she smiled and said, "I see you took my advice about how to
satisfy your man."

   "Doctor, you're embarrassing me."

   "There's nothing to be ashamed of dear."

   "Oh.  I'm not ashamed, I'm embarrassed that I like it so well, even your
finger makes me anxious to get home."

   She withdrew her finger; wiped Isabella then tossed glove and tissue
into the waste basket.

   "No change, so continue to follow my instructions, you can get your
panties on and I'll see you in two weeks."

   As Gio drove them home Isabella joked, "One advantage of a visit to Dr.
Greenberg, at least you don't have to lubricate me, she's done it for you."

   "She lubricated you, why?"

   "She does a digital rectal examination."

   "Every time?"

   "Yes, every darned time."

   She tried to follow the doctor's instructions to a T but in her eleventh
week she felt miserable, her lower back ached and she was cramping, when
she went to the bathroom she noted that there was spotting in her panties,
when she wiped the tissue was bloody, there was more blood in the commode,
she called Dr.  Greenberg.

   "Come to my office immediately Isabella, this sounds serious."

   Gio had driven to school, she phoned the office so they could relay a
message, she wanted him to come to Dr.  Greenberg's office when he got out
of school, then she phoned a taxi.

   Dr.  Greenberg asked what had occurred, when Isabella explained the
doctor got a serious expression then ordered her onto the examination
table.

   "Isabella, I'm going to examine you then we'll do an ultrasound, put
your legs on the stirrups please."

   The gyno exam complete Dr.  Greenberg wanded her abdomen with the
ultrasound.

   "Isabella, you can get dressed, I want to talk to you in my office."

   "I'm afraid you've suffered what medically is termed a spontaneous
abortion, in layman's terms, you've suffered a miscarriage.  The good news
if there can be any is that the spontaneous abortion was complete, no D&C
will be necessary, I'm sorry."

   "Why, what happened, I followed your instructions?"

   "There are a number of possible reasons, first among them would be your
age, as you get older your remaining eggs are less viable, miscarriages are
common among your age group."

   Isabella was barely maintaining control, her eyes were leaking when she
said, "But we wanted this baby so badly, we had plans..."

   "I know Isabella and I'm so sorry."

   "Doctor, I don't want to give up, I want to get pregnant again."

   "Isabella, I can't recommend it, again, your age."

   "Dr.  Greenberg, I'm going to try, with or without your help."

   "If you insist Isabella, you're far more likely to be successful under
my care.  I can prescribe a fertility drug, it will be Clomid, you can
start on it immediately, I'll phone in a prescription and you can pick it
up on the way home.  I also want you to begin tracking your basal
temperature and checking your cervical mucus daily, you can get a basal
thermometer at the pharmacy, buy one for rectal use, you know how partial I
am to rectal temperature readings.  I can give you some information on
basal temperatures and cervical mucus but, honestly you can get more and
better information from Google, do you have a computer?"

   "Yes, we have one."

   "Good, now some things that need to be said.  Isabella, I'm your doctor,
our conversations are confidential, so anything you say to me will go no
further.  I don't believe your miscarriage came about because of your egg
and the fertilizing sperm, problems can occur in closed populations when
interbreeding is generational however in your case I don't believe that was
an issue."

   "What are you inferring Dr.  Greenberg?"

   "It wasn't an inference Isabella, I'm certain your young lover is
Giovanni, am I correct, remember what ever you tell me is confidential."

   "In a quaky whisper Isabella answered, "Yes."

   "Isabella, Gio is a beautiful boy, an Italian Adonis and I'm sure he's
virile, I'm almost envious, don't hang your head."

   "Thank you doctor."

   "Isabella, he's in the waiting room, I'd like him to come in and hear
what I'm going to say, do you mind?"

   "I, I don't know, I mean..."

   "I think it's important Isabella or I wouldn't ask."

   "Well, okay, if it's that important."

   Dr.  Greenberg went out and asked Gio to join them.

   "Gio, I know about your relationship with your mother, she's suffered a
miscarriage, I'm sorry about your loss.  But she wants to become pregnant
again, honestly I'm against it but she's a head strong woman so I've
agreed, provided she follows my instructions to the letter.  I'm going to
prescribe a fertility drug but I'd like the two of you to avoid intercourse
for two weeks to give her internal organs time to recover, you can of
course continue those things you might already be doing.  Now, it's time to
be serious, Gio, I've discussed two things Isabella needs to do, she needs
to chart her basal temperature and check her cervical mucus, when you get
home fire up Google and find out what to do.  Isabella, I want to see you
weekly, Gio, you'll be driving because Isabella my dear, once you're
pregnant you're on total bed rest, you get out of bed for the bathroom and
meals, that's it; if it was feasible I'd have you using a bed pan.  On the
subject of meals, I want you to continue with your current diet and you may
have your one glass of wine daily.  Any questions?"

   Both answered that they had none.

   "Okay, just a couple more things, Isabella, against my better judgment
I'm agreeing to this but I want you to realize, this is the last chance, so
please be extremely careful; if I find that you're not cooperating I'll
hospitalize you for the duration of your pregnancy; and, although I doubt
that there's a problem I need to get a sperm sample from Gio.  Isabella,
you can wait here, Gio, please come with me."

   She led Giovanni back to the examination room.

   "Gio, please drop your jeans and underwear and bend over the exam table
please."

   "Wha..., why?" He stuttered.

   "Like I said, I need a sperm sample and it's hard to get one when your
pants are up, please do as I ask."

   Reluctantly Gio did as he was told, once in position he was startled to
see the doctor glove her left hand, she applied lubricant to her index
finger and placed a vial on the table.

   "Doctor, what are you going to do?" He stammered.

   "Gio, I need your sperm sample, I'm going to milk your prostate gland,
now bend over, you may even enjoy it."

   When she inserted her finger in his anus Gio groaned.

   "Enough of that, you're a big strong handsome guy, you can take it; boy
you're tight though, try to relax, ever had your prostate milked?" She
asked.

   "Don't even know what a prostate is," he grunted.

   "It's a walnut sized gland accessible through the front of your rectal
wall; I'm going to massage it.  You'll release sperm, it won't feel like
your normal orgasm, you won't have the jerking spasm, it will flow.  While
I'm giving you a prostate massage I'll also be masturbating you."

   So, with her left index finger buried in his rectum and her right hand
wrapped around his penis Dr.  Greenberg proceeded.

   Soon Gio was making sounds of satisfaction, "Un, un, un, un," in rhythm
with her ministrations.

   "Feels good, doesn't it Gio," the doctor asked.

   "Uh hunh," he moaned.

   "I'll warn you now, I'll probably cut off all sex by the eighth month,
get Isabella to do this then, if she'll use her mouth on you at the same
time you'll be amazed at how fantastic it feels."

   As his ejaculate flowed she caught it in the vial then withdrew her
finger, wiped his anus and degloved.

   With a swat on his bare bottom she said, "You take good care of your
Mom, she's gonna need all the help you can give her."

   "I will doctor."

   "I know you will Gio; now put your pants on."

   They stopped at Walgreen's, Isabella picked up her prescription for
Clomid and a rectal basal thermometer.  As Gio drove she asked, "So what
did she do."

   "Ah Mom, it's kinda embarrassing," he said.

   "Come on, you can tell me."

   "Well, she talks too darned much when she has a finger up your butt for
one thing."

   Through gales of laughter Isabella said, "I couldn't agree with you
more."

   At home they went to the computer and did a Google search, at a web site
called Babycenter.com they read about charting basal temperatures and how
to check cervical mucus.

   "Oh Mom, we're going to enjoy this, aren't we?"

   "Maybe you will, I'm not so sure, but by the time we have this baby you
may have become the world's foremost amateur gynecologist."

   They started charting the next morning.  Upon awakening Isabella was not
to even move before Gio had inserted the rectal thermometer and gotten her
reading then she could get out of bed to urinate.  While still sitting on
the toilet Gio had to insert his index finger into her vagina, find her
cervix and gather her discharge then inspect it, they were looking for when
it was clear and slippery, like the white of an egg.

   In bed that night, Isabella whispered, "We're going to have a great and,
I think at times difficult adventure but, until I'm pregnant we can play
hard, can't we?"

   Gio didn't answer; instead he took her into his arms, "Time for your
enema Mommy."

   He'd learned about more than basal temps from the internet, tonight he
wanted to try something new, something different.

   As he caressed and sucked her breasts his other hand stroked her vulva.
When he slipped a finger into her vagina he asked if she was sore there. 
When she answered no, he lubricated the middle two fingers of his left hand
and slowly worked them into her, like his prostate she also had a specific
erogenous zone located 2-3 inches into her vagina on the front wall.

   He was feeling for a change in the texture of the tissue, the Gräfenberg
spot or "G" spot.  When Gio located it, he hooked his fingers then firmly
massaged with an in and out motion.  Simultaneously, he offered up his
tongue.

   Several minutes later Isabella began to pant,

   "Oh my, oh my, what are you doing Gio, oh Lord," she gasped.

   Her g-spot had swollen to the size of a walnut and a small amount of
fluid was leaking from her urethra.  Isabella struggled to get up,

   "Let me up Gio, please let me up, I'm going to wet the bed, I've gotta
go."

   He pressed on her abdomen holding her in place, he lifted his head long
enough to say,

   "You're not going to pee Mommy, bear down for me now."

   Her urge to urinate was overpowering, of course she'd bear down, she was
going to pee.

   Gio pressed harder, stroked faster as Isabella took a deep breath and
pushed.

   She was awed as fluid fountained up from her urethra, like a mini-geyser
her ejaculate gushed up about four inches into the air, when she flooded
she got the most wonderful feeling, it was completely different than a
vaginal orgasm, the most heavenly release she'd ever experienced but once
she'd finished ejaculating she felt exhausted, she didn't think her legs
would support her if she'd attempted to stand.

   "Well, I guess you did wet the bed Mommy," Gio teased her.

   The sheet under was soaked, she'd at least a cup of fluid.

   "Did you like that?" He asked.

   "Like doesn't come near, I've never felt anything like that in my like,
it was magnificent, what did you do?"

   "My secret, but we'll do it again if you want."

   "Oh yeah, I want, I want a bunch."

   As they'd talked he'd rolled her to the dry side of the mattress, she
was on her tummy, he spread her cheeks and feasted.  He loved her musky,
earthy taste and scent.  After a few minutes of analingus he lubricated
her.

   With her flat on the mattress he straddled her, guided his penis to her
portal and pressed through her sphincter.

   Isabella moaned as he entered her, he began to pump.

   He fucked her for about five minutes, her soft "Un, un, un, un,"
arousing him, then his arms circled her abdomen, he lifted her.

   "Pull your knees up under Mommy," he told her.

   She pulled a pillow under her head and with her breasts pressed to the
mattress she settled onto her knees, her abdomen on top of her thighs, her
bottom elevated, Gio placed his feet outside of her hips and rose up on his
haunches.  As he thrust into her Isabella moaned,

   "Unnnnnnnnn, I think you've gotten bigger."

   "Well, I am a growing boy, remember?"

   "Oh, I remember, I buy the groceries," she said as his thrusts took him
deeper into her bowels.

   "Gio, Gio, Gio," she chanted.

   His powerful arms were wrapped around her, holding her in place as he
ravished her body, his powerful strokes eliciting moans and groans, God,
she'd never felt so dominated, not even over her father's lap, had she felt
so abjectly obsequious, powerless before an overwhelming force.

   Her rectum was full, the urge to defecate strong; she knew it was him,
though; his thrusts were carrying the head of his penis through her rectum
into her lower colon.  New territory, unstretched tissue now being
distended to accommodate his girth; there was pressure on her abdominal
wall he was that deeply in her, she ached.

   "Oh God Gio," she moaned, "You're too big, too big for Mommy."

   She tried to flex her sphincters, she wanted to tighten on him, to bring
on his ejaculation but the muscles of her anus refused to grasp, he'd
opened her up like a manhole, distending her; on and on he went, it seemed
endless, finally he eased her back down flat on her tummy, pumped rapidly
for several strokes, then, grunting with each spasm he emptied his balls
into her.

   He stayed on her for several minutes, kissed the nape of her neck and
got up.  He cleaned himself then brought a warm cloth and towel for
Isabella but exhaustion had overtaken her, she was sound asleep as he
washed and dried her anus.

   Isabella awoke earlier than usual yet she was met by Gio's smiling face.

   "Don't move yet Mommy, I need to get your temperature," he'd already
prepared, on the nightstand was the basal thermometer and a jar, he was
using Vaseline as the lubricant, he dipped the thermometer into the
petroleum jelly, parted her buttocks and inserted the tube.

   "Just four minutes then we can go."

   After the four minutes had passed he removed the thermometer and
recorded the reading on the basal chart.

   "Ok, potty time," he said.

   She was surprised when he followed her.

   "Gio?" She asked questioningly.

   "Go ahead and pee Mommy, then I need to check your cervical mucus.

   While she urinated he washed his hands.

   "Spread your legs for me," he instructed.  He slid his index into her
vagina, she felt as he touched her cervix; he wiped gathering some of her
fluid then pulled out and inspected it.

   "No egg white yet," he announced, he took her back to bed.

   "I'm not on bed rest yet Baby, I can come to the kitchen, too," she said
as she put on her robe and went to the kitchen.

   He made coffee and poured a bowl of bran flakes for her along with a
dish of citrus fruit segments then fried bacon and eggs for himself.

   They lingered over their coffee talking about how much each desired a
baby and what the journey was going to entail.

   "Gio, I think we should employ a housekeeper once I'm pregnant, between
school and looking after me it would be an onerous task for you to keep up
the house, too.  We could have her come in the mornings and leave at noon,
just part time so she could vacuum, dust, do the laundry, those kinds of
things."

   "If you think so Mommy, yes, I think it might be a good idea."

   Gio helped her back to bed then was off to school.  She laid thinking,
she was still sore and achy, the sex last night had been taxing to her
body. Then she smiled a whimsical smile, of course she ached, she was
nearly forty-six and her lover was a virile sixteen, besides, a little ache
in her abdomen was a small price to pay for the pleasure she was getting
from their relationship, she dozed off to sweet dreams.

   Isabella realized that her time during the next several weeks would be
the last she had to get out and get things done until after she'd delivered
their child.  She had no doubt that she would get pregnant and that
furthermore that she would successfully deliver the baby.  She resumed
driving Gio to and from school so she had the use of the car.  She shopped,
took in several movies and had lunch at nice restaurants, she stuck to her
diet but nonetheless she enjoyed the atmosphere.  Her one concession was
that she always had Gio drive her to her weekly appointment with Dr. 
Greenberg where she'd undergo a gyno exam and then endure the doctor's
conversation while she lay on the exam table with the doctor's finger in
her butt.

   After two weeks had passed Dr.  Greenberg advised that they could resume
vaginal intercourse, sperm can live in the vagina for several days but
being the thoughtful young man that he is, Gio endeavored to make a fresh
deposit at least once daily.

   He had been tracking her basal temp and checking hr cervical mucus for
three months, he'd deciphered her menstrual cycle, her basal temperature
had slightly elevated, it held there, and her cervical mucus was clear and
runny.

   She awoke to his gently caressing her breasts, "It's time Mommy," he
said as he moved between her legs and entered her.

   Both of them realized that today and the next several days were their
opportunity, their love making was sweet, slow and gentle with caresses,
hugs and kisses, they felt so close, so bonded with their shared love.

   When Isabella felt cramping in her abdomen and spotting in her underwear
she didn't think she was getting her period, she just knew that her
fertilized egg, her embryo had attached to her uterine wall.  She'd
purchased a home pregnancy test kit, a test confirmed her suspicions, she
phoned the doctor.

   No need for a special appointment, just keep her regular one but be
certain that Gio was with her.

   Dr.  Greenberg had arranged it so that Isabella was her final
appointment of the day; she did a head to toe physical along with weight,
blood and urine samples; on her side with a finger up her bootie she
listened as the doctor reiterated her warnings and instructions of earlier.
Isabella grunted then said,

   "Yes, I understand Dr.  Greenberg,"

   Wiped and again admonished, Isabella went to the waiting room to
retrieve Gio as the doctor had asked.

   In her office she said, "Congratulations to both of you, Isabella is
with child; now the difficult part begins."

   "As of now, no vaginal intercourse, you may continue with oral and anal
stimulation but, with anal, only with Isabella on her tummy or in the
spooning position and, be warned; by her sixth month I won't want her on
her tummy any longer.  Gio, it's your job to see that Isabella is a good
girl, understand?"

   Gio smiled, "Mommy's always a good girl doctor."

   "Yes, I bet she is," the doctor smiled in return.

   As they rose to leave Dr.  Greenberg asked, "Gio, maybe I should take
another sperm sample, be sure Isabella's been inseminated by healthy sperm,
why don't we go into the exam room, Isabella please come, too."

   "Isabella, in the later stages of your pregnancy I'm going to insist
that there be no sexual contact between the two of you, you'll virtually be
on complete bed rest but I know you have an active young lover, it will be
difficult for you to deny him.  I understand that, so you'll need other
means by which you can satisfy him.  Your mouth, of course is an option but
I want to show you a little trick."

   Dr.  Greenberg gloved up her left hand then handed Isabella a glove,
"Put this on," she instructed.

   "Gio, take your pants and underwear and bend over the table please."

   "Isabella, what I'm going to do is massage his prostate gland."

   She lubricated her index finger and parted Gio's cheeks.

   "You need to he able to massage his front rectal wall, there's a node
there that's about the size of a walnut," as she slid the finger into Gio's
rectum, "Once you've located it, simply crook your finger and stroke.  You
can change the amount of pressure you use, light when you're playing, firm
when you want him to ejaculate.

   "You can also masturbate him as you milk his prostate," as she took
Gio's penis in hand and began to slowly stroke, "And Isabella, instead of
your hand you can of course, employ your mouth."

   "Why don't you try?" Dr.  Greenberg asked as she withdrew her finger.

   Isabella hesitated.

   "Just place the pad of your finger against his anus, press gently and
he'll open up for you then slowly push in until you find his prostate."

   As she milked him Gio moaned then began to pant.

   "Now masturbate him," the doctor said.

   Isabella could feel, Gio's prostate began to pulse but not his penis,
she felt him tighten then his ejaculate began to flow.  Not the spewing
that comes from his normal climax, this flowed and flowed and flowed.  For
several minutes, Gio laid over the examination table, softly moaning as his
prostate emptied.

   "Oh God Mommy that was fantastic," he panted.

   Dr.  Greenberg handed several tissues to Isabella; she wiped the excess
lubricant from her son.

   The doctor simply smiled at the two of them before saying, "I'll see you
next week."

   Once home Isabella set about the business of hiring a part-time
housekeeper, through an agency she was able to employ Gretchen, a middle
aged German lady, she explained her duties after which Gio sat with her.

   "Gretchen, welcome to our household, I know Mother has explained your
duties, there is only one thing I want to add, you'll need to serve Mother
her mid-morning snack along with her lunch.  I've made you a list of
acceptable foods but basically she gets fruit for her snack and clear soup
for lunch, okay?"

   "Of course Mr.  Balboni."

   "Please Gretchen; call me Gio, at sixteen I don't feel like a mister
yet."

   Isabella's pregnancy was progressing nicely, her weekly visits to Dr. 
Greenberg had become routine, the same questions, the same examinations,
although the doctor did tease her,

   "Have you tried our little trick with Gio yet?"

   "No, not yet, I'm saving it for when we can't do anything else."

   "Well, let me know when you do dear."

   "You're getting plenty of rest, watching your diet, taking your
vitamins?"

   "Oh yes doctor."

   "Good girl, I'll see you next week."

   Isabella thought as she left the office, it's just a fib, a little white
lie, it won't hurt anyone.

   Gio drove her home.

   As Gio prepared dinner he cleaned as he went, he was putting cooking
utensils in the dishwasher when he noticed: a bowl soiled with Marinara
sauce and an empty wine glass; he didn't for a moment believe it was
Gretchen, he went to the bedroom.

   "Mother, you're cheating on your diet aren't you?"

   "What in the world do you mean Gio," she innocently asked.

   "Don't give me that "Who Moi" look; I know you had a bowl of pasta and a
glass of wine today.  Mother, you know you're not allowed pasta and your
one glass of wine is for dinner."

   "Gio, Baby, please, I'm an Italian girl, I have to have some pasta and
one can't eat pasta without a little Chianti."

   "Mother, Dr.  Greenberg threatened to hospitalize you if you didn't
follow her instructions, you don't want that nor do I, I like having you
here, be good, okay?"

   "Yes Gio, I won't cheat again," Isabella pouted.

   She kept her word...for about a week.

   Gio stormed into her bedroom, "Mother, you did it again, didn't you?"

   "Gio Baby, I'm a pregnant woman, pregnant women get food cravings, you
know."

   "Mother, have you told Dr.  Greenberg about your "cravings?"

   "Ah, no, I didn't think it was important, just a little pasta and a
little wine, what can be so bad?"

   Isabella was only two and a half months pregnant, Gio wondered if he was
going to have to fight her for another six and a half months but he didn't
catch her again.  He checked the dishwasher every afternoon but no pasta
bowl, no wine glass.  Good girl, he thought.

   Shortly thereafter there was a teachers' workshop thus no classes on a
weekday, Gio had been with friends playing basketball in the morning, no
problem, Gretchen was there.  When he came in it was noon, Gretchen was
boiling some pasta, there was a glass of red wine on the counter, Gio was
sure it was Chianti.

   "Gretchen, what are you doing?"

   "Why preparing Mrs.  Balboni's lunch."

   "Do you recall me telling you she was to have clear soup for her
lunches?"

   "Well yes, but Mrs.  Balboni gave me different instructions; she prefers
a bowl of pasta and a glass of wine."

   "I'm sure she does, when you're finished with the preparation please put
everything on a tray, I'll serve her.  By the way, why are there no dirty
dishes from her lunch?"

   "Oh, she told me to hand wash them and put them away."

   He carried the tray to his mother.

   Her eyes flew open, she looked like an owl then recovering she said,
"Gio, what do you have?"

   "Your lunch Mother, the same thing Gretchen prepares for you every day,
isn't that right?"

   "I'm sorry Gio," she sniffled.

   "Mother I'm going to have to talk to Dr.  Greenberg," he said as he sat
the tray down and walked from the room.

   He made the call.

   "Well, hello Gio, to what do I have the honor?"

   Gio explained what was going on.

   "I suppose I'm going to have to hospitalize her then."

   "I'd hoped that wouldn't be necessary."

   "Gio, if she can't control herself I'm going to have to take control,
you understand?"

   "I think I can make her stop if you'll let me," he said.

   "What do you have in mind Gio?"

   "I want to give her a nice firm spanking, I'll be smacking her bottom
not her belly."

   "If you're careful, she's got a tiny baby bump, maybe if you put a
pillow under her tummy, and Gio, give her an extra smack for me.  Let me
know how it goes."

   Gio had a TV tray set up for himself in the bedroom, he served Isabella
then sat to eat himself, dinner was grilled fish served with a brown rice
pilaf and spinach, Gio withheld Isabella's glass of wine.  When she asked
about it he told her that she'd had it with lunch, she pouted.

   After he'd loaded the dishwasher he went back to her room, "Time for
your enema and bath," he said.

   As she lay across his lap he admired her bottom, then caressed her
tender cheeks.

   "I love your bottom, it's so cute Mommy," he said but he thought, yes,
it's going to look really nice when it was a glowing red like it was going
to be in about an hour.

   He put just a dab of the lubricant on the tip of his finger then he
circled her anus several times, he pressed against her ring, he continued
to massage her until her anus was pulsing as though it was trying to
capture his finger.

   "Ummmmm, that feels nice Baby," Isabella imagined that Gio would take
her bottom tonight; how right she was.

   He slid the nozzle of the Fleet enema into her and squeezed.  She lay
quietly until the fizz in her abdomen propelled her to the toilet.  While
she voided her bowels Gio ran her bath.

   Gio bathed her then helped her from the tub.  He dried her and even
helped her get into her night clothes.  She slept in a pair of panties and
a nightshirt.

   "You treat me so well Baby, I really appreciate it," Isabella told him.

   "Mommy, I love you and I want what's best for you that's why both Dr. 
Greenberg and I are upset that you're not following her orders.  She was
ready to send you to the hospital but then she and I talked and decided
there might be a better way."

   "A better way, what do you mean Gio?"

   He reached and took her hand, as he held it he scooted further back on
the bed and placed a pillow between his splayed legs.

   "Mommy, you've told me about my grandfather, how would he react to your
disobedience?"

   "I'd be punished," she answered.

   "How would you be punished Mommy?"

   Fearfully she answered, "He'd spank me."

   "Mommy, you have been disobedient, you're risking your health and our
baby."

   Gently he pulled her so that she was right in front of him, "Lay over my
lap Mommy, the pillow is a cushion for your tummy."

   "Gio, you can't, I'm your Mother."

   "No Mommy, I must.  Yes you're my Mother but you're also my lover and
the Mother of our unborn child, if you're afraid I can take your panties
off for you."

   Instinctively her free hand went to her elastic waistband, "No, I want
to keep them."

   "Then lay over my lap and I'll only pull them down as far as I need to."

   "Please Gio," she said but she allowed herself to be bent over his lap.

   "Make sure you're tummy's comfortable on the pillow," he told her.

   She squirmed a little then settled onto the pillow.

   His hand was resting on her bottom, he rubbed her.

   "Mommy, you're going to get a nice firm spanking, this is the third time
I've caught you cheating, so I'm going to give you a spanking to remember."

   The cool air wafted over her bottom as he took her panties down to her
knees; her heart was thumping wildly and her bladder felt weak, he was
going to do it just like her father had.

   Crrrrrrack, Crrrrrrack, Crrrrrrack, Crrrrrrack, Crrrrrrack, he'd smacked
her five times, only five times but her eyes were already streaming tears.
She felt like a little girl who had done bad things; she deserved her
punishment, she knew she did; Crrrrrrack, Crrrrrrack, Crrrrrrack,
Crrrrrrack, Crrrrrrack.

   He stopped spanking and rubbed her bottom, "That's ten for the first
time you cheated."

   Ten more followed, firm cracking blows that reddened her backside from
top down to the crease at the top of her thighs.

   "That ten was for the second time I caught you cheating," he said.

   He again paused, letting her absorb the pain he was inflicting on her.

   She was sobbing pitifully, "Ppppppllleeees, Gio, no more."

   "You still have ten coming but we can finish tomorrow if you want," he
told her.

   She vigorously shook her head no.

   "Your choice," he said as he resumed spanking.

   The final ten were harder, she'd not only cheated she'd involved
Gretchen in her subterfuge.

   When he'd finished Isabella was like a quivering mass of protoplasm on
his lap.

   He rubbed her back, "It's over Mommy," he said to her.

   He grabbed several of the tissues that were kept at bedside for clean-up
duty and had her blow her nose.

   She hiccuped, "That hurt."

   "It was supposed to, so you'll remember not to do it again."

   He let her lie, she was mewling, occasionally a sob would break from her
chest, at last she whimpered,

   "Will you hold me?"

   "Of course I will, I love you Mommy in spite of what you did."

   He helped her off her lap, she curled up on the mattress with him beside
her, she snuggled against him and nuzzled his chest, her leaking eyes wet
him, she whispered,

   "I love you Daddy."

   Against him she calmed and dozed off, he hugged her and joined her in
her dreams.

   The following day he spoke to Dr.  Greenberg and related whet had
happened,

   "She says she's having food cravings for pasta, that's her excuse."

   "Gio, that may be true, tell you what, one nice Italian meal a week
isn't going to kill her, but only one, okay?"

   As a surprise that afternoon he told her, "I'm taking you out to dinner
tonight, let's get your enema and bath out of the way before we go."

   Isabella had a little baby bump but she could fit into most of her
clothes, she wore a little black dress, black pumps with platinum earrings
and a diamond and onyx necklace, for a pregnant lady of forty-six she
looked pretty hot; she felt hot, too, on the arm of her Italian Adonis.

   But when he pulled up and the valet opened her door at the Villa Nova,
her very favorite Italian restaurant she was awestruck.

   Gio took her arm and ushered her to the door, "Dr.  Greenberg said you
can have one Italian meal a week, but only one."

   Isabella rubbed her bottom, "Yes, I'll remember that."

   Gio had a seafood stew but she was going to get her pasta, Isabella had
a mouthwatering serving of Villa Nova's fantastic lasagna and, yes, she had
a nice Chianti to wash it down.

   Later in bed she was cradled in his arms, her back to him as he fondled
her breasts, she pushed back and wiggled her tush, he sprung to life, she
felt his fingers as he lubricated her, she arched her back.

   "Yessss," she moaned as he entered her.

   God, thank you, she thought; the perfect end to the perfect evening.

   Their lovemaking over the ensuing months was gentle and tender, she
loved it when he cradled her in his arms, his hands massaging her swollen
breasts or softly caressing her big tummy and she loved it that she could
give herself to him, when she arched her back offering herself to him, when
he entered her she felt so loved, so possessed by his love.

   But on her doctor's visit as her ninth month began the doctor gave
orders that both she and Gio had been dreading, as she lay on her side on
the exam table Dr.  Greenberg inserted her finger into her rectum and, as
usual started a conversation.

   "Isabella, the only thing you'll have in you for several weeks is this
finger, make the most of tonight because beginning tomorrow you're
celibate."

   On the drive home she broke the news to Gio.

   "We knew it was coming, but let's talk about after Sofia, (they knew the
baby was a girl, they'd already chosen her name) we can't risk another
pregnancy."

   "Dr.  Greenberg and I have discussed that, she's going to give me an
IUD, which will last until I'm through menopause."

   "Want your Italian dinner tonight?" He asked her.

   "No, I think I'd like a nice bath and then for you to make love to me."

   He'd given her an enema before her doctor's appointment; she liked to be
clean for Dr.  Greenberg, too.  When they got home he helped her to
undress, ran her a nice warm bath and bathed her.  She needed his
assistance to get out of the tub; he bathed her and took her to bed.

   "Can you put some pillows behind me, prop me up a little, I want to
watch."

   He got her positioned comfortable, he rubbed her tummy then talked to
Sofia, "Hey baby, you about ready to come out and play?" He asked.

   Then he stroked her vaginal slit until she began to lubricate.  When she
was moist and aroused he began teasing her clitoris with the tip of his
tongue.  She could see as his flicking tongue batted her pearly tip.

   "Ah Gio, that feels so good, I wish you were in me," she panted.

   "I'll be in you in just a few minutes," he said as he rubbed her bottom.

   "Make me cum with your tongue, get me ready, I want you in me, I swear I
have an ache in my abdomen craving you."

   He quickly brought her to a climax, they both wanted the same thing; Gio
helped her get into a comfortable position, on her side, her back to him
with a pillow for her tummy then he slid behind her.

   His hand stroked her tummy, "We're gonna have a baby Mommy."

   "I know Baby, God, I'm ready."

   As he lubricated her she arched her back, she wanted him in her badly,
she liked sex and it would be a long time before she'd be able to enjoy it
again.

   At her next doctor's appointment she got some bad news.  The doctor was
concerned so she was putting Isabella in the hospital, on total bed rest
for the final two weeks of her pregnancy.

   With finger in rectum Dr.  Greenberg asked, "Will Gio be able to take
care of himself?"

   "We have a part-time housekeeper so the household chores will get done
and Gio can cook for himself so he shouldn't have a problem, I guess my
only real concern is how he'll handle my absence emotionally."

   "How so Isabella?"

   "We've slept together for quite some time as you know and Gio, well, Gio
has become accustomed to female companionship, I guess I can say."

   "Isabella, it isn't the end of the world, it's only two weeks."

   "Two weeks before I deliver then five days in the hospital after the
delivery but there's also the three months you want me to refrain from sex
after I go home so my body can recover, it's really closer to four months,
not two weeks and the three months at home will probably be the hardest. 
I'll be there, right beside him but unavailable, isn't there anything I can
do?"

   "You're afraid that he won't be able to restrain himself with you so
close at hand?"

   "Dr.  Greenberg, I love Gio, not only as my son but as my lover; I know
he wants sex at least once daily and I have happily accommodated.  It's not
Gio that I'm worried won't be able to restrain himself, it's me; if he asks
I just know I'll say yes."

   "That would be a terrible mistake Isabella, the risk of further tearing
and infection, the possibility of reopening your episiotomy incision, make
any sexual contact very high risk."

   Dr.  Frieda Greenberg understood and sympathized, although she was
nearing sixty her sexual appetite was still amazing.  She and her husband
Solomon had enjoyed sex in nearly all ways possible and, although Sol was
not particularly well endowed, he always said, "It's not the size of the
tool My Dear, it's how the craftsman uses it," and she totally agreed; in
fact his small size was something of a benefit as their favorite was anal
sex.

   Unfortunately, three years previously Solomon had undergone surgery for
prostate cancer, he was in remission but the operation had left him not
only unable to perform but, even worse disinterested, where he could have
used fingers and tongue to inflame her their marital bed was frigid.

   Frieda was a small slim woman with blonde hair worn in a short bob;
childless, her breasts were small but still firm and high, her hips were
narrow, her bottom was tight, she was still attractive and Sol, realizing
her desire for sex was still strong encouraged her.

   "Frieda Darling, I wish I could again be the man for you that I was but
we both know that's in the past.  I understand your needs; I love you
dearly and never want to lose you, so please don't get emotionally involved
but, if you want to have sex without the romantic attachment, you have my
permission."

   She'd never taken him up on that offer but now?

   "Isabella, I'll tell you what, if you feel comfortable with it I can
relieve Gio.  It's not something I've ever done before but I'm very
concerned about you, I guess I could have him stop by the office after he's
visited with you.  Is that something you'd want me to do?"

   "I'm not sure, let me think about it, okay."

   "Well, the offer remains open.  I'd like you to check in at the hospital
tomorrow at ten o'clock, I'll come by in the afternoon to check on you."

   Gio took the day off school, at nine thirty he carried Isabella's small
suitcase to the car for the ride to the hospital.  Once Isabella had
changed to a hospital gown, filled out her menus for lunch and dinner and
was in her bed they let Gio in to visit.

   When Dr.  Greenberg got to the hospital it was a little after four, she
stopped at the nurses' station and gave instructions.

   "Mrs.  Balboni in room 432 is to be on total bed rest, she's not to get
out of her bed so she'll need the use of a bed pan, I'm going to examine
her now."

   When she entered the room Gio was sitting beside the bed, he jerked his
hand from under the sheets and gave her a sheepish grin.

   "Hi Isabella, hello Gio, could I get you to leave the room for a few
minutes, I need to examine Isabella."

   She drew the privacy curtain around the bed, when she pulled the sheet
aside Isabella's gown was rucked up above her hips.

   "Isabella, what's this?" She asked.

   Shyly she said, "Gio wanted to touch me, that's all right, isn't it?"

   "No Isabella, it isn't all right, this is what I was afraid of, pull
your knees up, I want to examine you."

   She did her vaginal exam then told her, "If you don't go into labor
before the two weeks is up I'm going to induce labor.  Now roll on your
side for me."

   She changed gloves and lubricated her finger, as she inserted it into
Isabella's rectum she said,

   "I think what we discussed is going to be necessary and, if he can't
keep his hands off you I'll ban him from visiting."

   "Please, I want to see him, maybe your way is best but why not do it at
our house; it seems so clinical when you bend him over the exam table in
your office."

   "I don't usually make house calls but I suppose I could make an
exception, he's probably as horny as can be, you tell him I'll visit him
this evening.  I need to feed my husband but I can be there by seven; give
me your address."

   "Isabella, I feel a small hemorrhoid, is it bothering you?"

   `It itches."

   "I'll have the nurse put some salve on it for you and I'll see you
tomorrow."

   As she left she told Gio he could go back in but, "Keep your hands to
yourself." She again got his sheepish smile.

   Dr.  Greenberg drove home, over dinner she said,

   "Sol, remember when you told me that if there was no romantic
involvement?"

   "You're going to see someone?"

   "One of my patients' partner is oversexed, I'm going to milk his
prostate but Sol, if the opportunity is there I could use some relief
myself, I hope you understand."

   "Of course I understand Sweetheart, just be careful."

   "Oh, I will."

   After she'd eaten Frieda took an enema and bathed, she spritzed a little
of her favorite perfume between her breasts and legs then put on a lacy
pair of white panties, a white medical uniform dress and white pumps, she
stuck several pairs of rubber gloves in her purse along with a tube of KY
Jelly then kissed Sol goodbye.

   "My, don't you look medical," He said.

   "But I am medical, remember?" She kidded him.

   `Be safe Sweetheart," were his parting words.

   She climbed into her little Mercedes SLK, set her GPS and drove to the
address Isabella had provided; it was a few minutes after seven when she
arrived.

   She rang the doorbell.

   "Hello Dr.  Greenberg, Mommy said you were going to stop by, won't you
come in?"

   He led her to one of the Mr.  and Mrs.  Chairs that fronted the
fireplace.

   "Dr.  Greenberg, I was just going for a Coke, may I get you something, a
glass of wine?"

   "That sounds nice Gio."

   "Chianti or Chardonnay, what do you prefer?"

   "The Chardonnay sounds nice."

   Gio got his soft drink and her wine, he took the other chair.

   "Mommy said that you're concerned about her and about me, is that true?"
He asked.

   "Yes, that's right.  Gio, you need to understand, until Isabella's
delivered the baby she's on total bed rest, she's not even allowed to get
up to use the bathroom and she certainly doesn't need to be sexually
stimulated."

   "Yeah, she explained that, she said you were upset with me."

   "I wasn't happy about what I saw, if that's what you mean."

   "I know, Mommy said I was a horny little devil," Gio chuckled.

   "Horny devil, I'll agree with but little, I don't think so," she said as
she shifted in her chair.

   She'd let her dress ride up, she was showing him a little thigh and
she'd flashed him a glimpse of her panties, his eyes had followed her every
movement.

   "You know, you're very attractive in white Dr.  Greenberg?"

   Her voice had a hitch as she said, "Thank you Gio and you may call me
Frieda if you like."

   "Frieda," he said as if trying it out, "Frieda," he repeated, "You have
a very pretty name Frieda."

   God, she thought, she was so close to him, she could almost feel the
testosterone in the air, he looked so virile, she did want him in her;
suddenly her panties were wet.

   "Isabella thought that if I gave you some relief you might just be able
to keep your hands to yourself."

   "Gio, tell me honestly, have you been with any girls other than
Isabella?"

   "No, Mommy's the only one."

   "Is it embarrassing to you, what we're going to do?"

   "Maybe a little, I mean it feels so clinical bent over your examination
table when you do it."

   "I don't have an exam table here Gio; do you think you'd be more
comfortable on your bed?  I could get on it with you."

   "I think that would be a lot better Frieda, would you like to go now?"

   He took her hand and led her to the bedroom.

   "Why don't you get undressed and lie dawn while I get ready," she said.

   He stripped and lay back, resting his head on several pillows watching
as she took a rubber glove and the lubricant from her purse then she
climbed onto the bed.

   She admired his broad chest, his bulging biceps, his powerful thighs,
his penis was flaccid although even in that state he was much larger than
Sol's, that might be a challenge she thought but, reconsidering she
thought, I'm a mature and experienced woman and he's just a boy.

   Her hand caressed his hairless chest then his stomach; his muscles were
hard as a board.

   "You're an athlete, aren't you Gio?"

   "I play football; I'm a wide receiver on the high school team."

   "Your muscles are so strong, do you lift weights?"

   "Weight room, running, practice, practice, practice, that's what the
coach insists on."

   "What are your college plans?"

   "A few schools have already contacted me but I think I'm going to stay
here."

   "We have a football team here, I didn't know."

   "It's a Division II school; they don't play against the big schools."

   "You'll get a scholarship?"

   "They don't offer full scholarships; I can get a partial though."

   "Why not go to one of the big schools?"

   "I want to be here for Mommy and for Sofia, I think that should be a
man's priority, take care of his women."

   "Any idea what you want to study?"

   He smiled, "Premed."

   "Want to be a general practitioner or specialize?"

   "I want to specialize; gynecology, maybe I can get a little practice
tonight," he grinned.

   "Horny little devil," she teased back.

   She pulled a rubber glove onto her right hand and lubricated her index
finger.

   "Pull your knees up for me," she told him.

   With his knees up and his bottom exposed she massaged his anus then
gently pressed with the pad of her finger, he opened for her, the finger
slid in and up.

   "Ahhhhhh," he moaned as she began to press and rub his prostate.

   "Maybe I should have been a proctologist," she joked.

   As he came erect he said, "You're doing a fantastic job of it, Ahhhhhh,
God that feels good.  You know a girl has something like that; too, you
know where your G-spot is?"

   "Gio, I'm a gynecologist, the G-spot is an urban myth, I've never found
one."

   "I'm sure you're right, I'm a sixteen year old kid, what would I know?"

   "Bright boy, and, yes, I'm right, although I wish it was true."

   He smiled at her, "I think every woman would agree."

   "Like that?" She asked.

   "Oh yeah," he answered.

   She took his penis in hand and began to masturbate him.  She hadn't
realized until then how large he was, his penis was nearly eight inches
long and she couldn't get her hand entirely around it.

   She was on her knees beside him, one hand milking his prostate, the
second reached for his penis.  Her knees were parted, her dress had ridden
up to mid-thigh, and as she began to masturbate him she felt his hand on
her inner thigh.

   "You have spectacular legs Frieda," he said as his hand rubbed her from
knee to crotch.  He cupped her sex, felt her through her panties.

   "Did the good doctor wet her panties?" Gio taunted.

   "You bastard," she said as she pressed harder on his prostate and took
his shaft into her mouth.

   She worked him hard, his prostate swelled, his semen flowed, she sucked,
it was a steady stream not pulse after pulse, she was able to swallow,
emptying his prostate, filling her mouth, her throat, even her stomach, he
must have given her two cups before he ran dry.

   She rose to her knees, she'd defeated him, she was gloating, he was a
kid and she was woman, a doctor, superior.

   The light behind her created a nimbus around her head, she reminded him
of a Goddess.

   "You're awesome Frieda, beyond words, aside from Mommy you're the most
fantastic woman I've ever met."

   She liked his words, she bent over him, she'd decided to treat him to a
kiss.  As their lips met his fingers worked the buttons on her dress, when
their lips parted so did her dress.  She'd chosen not to wear a brassiere,
her breast were small, "A" cups but they were still, even at fifty-eight,
firm and erect and her lacy panties were, in fact moist in the gusset.

   His fingers slipped through the leg hole of her panties, he felt her,
her crannies, her folds, he stroked her vaginal slit with a single finger.

   "You're a special lady Dr.  Frieda, do you want me?"

   She could hardly answer, she gasped, "Yes."

   She collapsed into his arms, he held her for a few minutes then helped
her out of her white dress, she was braless, he put her on her back.

   As he took one of her nipples between his lips she sighed, it felt so
good.  He kissed down her body, her belly was a taut as a teenaged
cheerleader, he rolled her panties down and took them over her feet, she
was nude, he sat back for a moment to admire her.

   Frieda's pubic hair was shaved, Gio commented,

   "You look like a little girl Frieda," he told her.

   "My husband likes me this way," she defended.

   "It really fits you, with your small breast, narrow hips and bare mound
you have the body of a young teen."

   He stroked her vulva then spread her labia, he could see her clitoris,
her urethra and her vagina, she was a pretty shade of pink, her genitalia
small, her vaginal cleft like a slice, again, she was girlish in her
appearance.  He reached for the lubricant.

   He worked one finger into her vagina and slowly rubbed her,

   "Relax for me Frieda, I have something special for you," he told her as
he slid the second finger in.

   The middle and ring fingers of his right hand searched along the front
wall of her vagina, like everything else about her it was small but he
found it; a patch of tissue that was slightly rougher than the slick
smoothness of her vagina, he hooked his fingers, pressed and rubbed.

   As her arousal climbed his mouth covered her clitoris, he licked along
its shaft, his fingers pressed harder, worked faster.

   He knew she was close when she begged him to let her up.

   "Gio, I need to pee, let me up, I'm going to wet myself, please let me
up."

   He raised his head only long enough to say,

   "You're okay Frieda, just push down for me like you were trying to stop
yourself from peeing," then he took the tip of her clit between his pursed
lips and teased her little pearl with the tip of his tongue.

   Her release was exquisite, awestruck she saw herself, she gushed, four,
five inches into the air, then another and another, each successive
eruption a little less high as the previous.  Gio stayed on her licking and
sucking, taking her ejaculate, tasting her.

   He looked up, "You're delicious," he told her.

   "My God Gio, what did you do?"

   "Why nothing Dr.  Greenberg, nothing at all, it's an urban myth, isn't
it."

   "That was the mythical G-spot orgasm?  I think I've changed my mind,
it's not mythical, it's mystical, I've never experienced anything like it
in my life."

   As they'd talked he'd rolled her onto her tummy, he caressed her small
tight cheeks then parted them exposing her anal cleft, he sampled her, his
tongue circling her ring, pressing, smelling and tasting her.

   He loved the scent and flavor of his mother, he liked Frieda's just as
well, musty, earthy like moss on the forest floor.

   Frieda had never had analingus performed on her but, once over the
revulsion of thinking about licking an anus, she found it delightful,
relaxing, even soothing, she cooed, it felt soooooooo good.

   The lubricant was cool as he slathered it on her, his finger penetrated,
more lube directly into her hole, a second finger and more of the
lubricant, she smiled, he knew how to prepare her, he lifted her by her
hips.

   "Pull your knees under yourself Frieda," he instructed.

   He pulled a pillow over and gently pushed her head down.

   "Get comfortable," he told her as he pressed on her back, her small
breasts rested on the mattress.

   "Now arch your back and raise your cute bottom for me."

   "That's perfect; now, you know you need to relax."

   She felt the press of his penis against her anus, the pressure
increased, her sphincters momentarily held him out, they yielded and Frieda
screamed.

   "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, God Gio, you're huge, it hurts, oh, it hurts."

   "You'll be fine Frieda, just put your head back on the pillow."

   She'd done this dozens of times with Sol, no she hadn't, she'd never
done it like this, her young stud had a penis that was nearly eight inches
long and so fat she couldn't get her hand completely around it and now it
was sliding up her Hershey Highway, she decided enough was enough, she
tried to squirm out from under him.

   Gio felt her body shift, he anticipated what she was going to do, his
arms went around her, under her knees, he held her.

   Frieda tried but his arms were like steel bands, he held her in place
and pressed deeper into her.

   "Unnnnnnnnnnnnngh," she moaned, "Please Gio."

   He began to pump her, she gripped her pillow with both white knuckled
hands and bit it, he'd said she looked like a little girl and now he was
making her feel like one, she'd never felt so dominated in her life.

   Gio's strokes were long, he watched as his cock came nearly out of her
then was again buried.

   "God, you're fantastic Frieda, so tight it's incredible," he trumpeted.

   Her reply was moans muffled by her pillow.

   He fucked her for what to her seemed like hours, it was, in fact
thirteen minutes, he roared when he climaxed, she felt his cock swell then
jerk as he pumped his hot semen into her bowels, he released her and let
her sink to the mattress, he stayed in her, pumping slowly until he was
drained, he laid beside her and held her.

   They were silent for several minutes before she looked at him with dazed
eyes, "God Gio," was all she could say.

   "Stay the night Frieda, we can have some fun," he said.

   "I can't Gio, I'm married remember."

   "You'll come back tomorrow night then, there's so much more for you to
teach me," he sardonically commented.

   "I need to go," she said.

   "Just lie here a minute, I'll be right back."

   He went to the bathroom, cleaned up then brought a warm washcloth and
towel, he cleaned Frieda.

   She got up and dressed, he walked her to her car, "I'll see you at the
hospital tomorrow," he said.

   She drove home.

   When she got home Sol was waiting up.

   "Are you all right?" He asked.  He'd noticed that the top and bottom two
buttons were undone, her hair was disheveled and her eyes were glassy.

   "I'll survive Sweetheart but right now I'm beat, let's go to bed."

   He watched as she undressed, even from across the bed he could see that
the seat of her panties was a gooey mess, when he commented she said,

   "He must have cum a quart in me," as she pulled on a nightgown.

   In bed she snuggled against him then, just before drifting off she
whispered, "I have to go back tomorrow."

   "Why Frieda?" Sol asked.

   "Because he told me to."

   When Frieda got to the hospital Gio was already there, he was sitting
beside his mother's bed holding her hand as they talked and laughed.

   "Sorry to break things up folks but I need to do a little exam, could
you wait outside Gio?"

   "How are you today Isabella?" The doctor asked.

   "Very pregnant and ready to have this baby girl," she replied.

   "It won't be long now," the doctor said as she began her exam.

   Isabella knew to roll onto her side, as Dr.  Greenberg's finger slid
into her rectum the doctor said,

   "I met with Gio last night, did he tell you?"

   "Only that you'd been there and were coming again tonight."

   "My, he's a virile young man, isn't he?"

   "That's why I was concerned about him; I can't thank you enough for your
help doctor.  Do you know all he did was hold my hand while we visited?"

   "I'll try to keep your guy under control but that may be like trying to
control a bull moose in rut."

   "Don't I know," Isabella said.

   "How do you keep up with him Isabella?"

   "Dr.  Greenberg, I've learned to just lay back and enjoy."

   She withdrew her finger, wiped Isabella's bottom, tossed her glove and
the tissue into the waste basket and patted her bottom,

   "I'll see you tomorrow," she told her as she pulled the sheet back over
her.

   "Outside the room she said to Gio, "I've finished my exam, you can go
back in and I'll see you at seven tonight."

   It had been a particularly trying day for Frieda, when she got home she
fixed Sol's dinner; she wasn't hungry, then had her enema and bath.  Clad
in only her panties she decided to lie down for a few minutes.

   Sol gently shook her shoulder, "You said you needed to go out tonight
Sweetheart, it's a little after seven, are you still going?"

   "Oh Lord, it was such a difficult day, I just wanted a little nap but,
yes, I have to go."

   She got up and put on another of her white dresses, she wanted to at
least attempt to maintain the illusion of medical necessity to her visit,
she checked the contents of her purse, two of her gloves were there if she
needed them and, of course the lubricant.  She got into her Mercedes and
drove off.

   It was nearly eight before she arrived, Gio greeted her at the door with
a glass of Chardonnay, it was cold and crisp, she sipped it appreciatively.

   When she'd finished her wine Gio unbuttoned her dress, dropping it to
the floor he stared at her admiringly.

   "You have a gorgeous body Frieda," he said.

   "For an old woman he means," she replied.

   "For any woman," he told her as he swept her up in his arms.

   He cradled her as easily as he would have a child and carried her to the
bedroom.  He sat on the bed then turned her so that she lay face down
across his lap.

   "Bad girl," he said, "You were nearly an hour late, you should have
called, I was concerned."

   Her fancy lacy panties provided scant protecting as his hand fell.

   "Ouch, that hurt, stop it Gio."

   "Bad girls get spanked," he replied as his second spank fell.

   She tried to squirm away but he restrained her easily,

   Whack, whack, whack, firm stinging blows, they totaled ten.

   "You should have called Frieda," he said as he lowered her panties.

   "Gio, stop," she pleaded.

   He reached between her legs and cupped her sex, she was wet.

   "The good doctor doesn't really want me to stop does she?" As he slid a
finger into her vagina.

   She spread her legs, "Use both fingers like you did last night Gio," she
gasped.

   "Maybe later," as he withdrew his finger and gave her ten more whacks on
the bare.

   "You're so pretty in pink," he said as he rubbed her inflamed buttocks
then he stood and placed her on the bed.

   He undressed then went back to her and pulled her so that her bottom was
on the edge of the bed with him standing between her legs; he pushed her
legs back so that her knees were nearly on her shoulders.  Her vagina was
molten, liquid; he entered her with a single thrust.

   Her head fell back and she moaned.  Gio was far bigger than any man
she'd ever been with before, certainly bigger than Sol, he was stretching
her painfully as she opened for him.

   She winced and yelped when he struck her cervix but he changed his angle
of penetration so he could go under it then pushed further into her.

   "You've got the prettiest little pink pussy Frieda and you're so tight,
God this is wonderful.  You like it, too, don't you Frieda...tell me you
like it."

   "Yes, Oh God yes, I like it," she gasped.

   He filled her up, he hurt her just a little and she wanted more, he
thrust.

   She got more, she moaned as he explored her unexplored territories, then
he pumped.

   She'd never been fucked like this before; it was wild, almost
animalistic, the grunts, the groans, the smells, yes, the smells.  She
could smell his masculine scent and her own redolence melding with it.  She
could hear her moans but it was as though she was pleading for more.

   He hammered her, hard driving thrusts deep into her, her moaning was
constant,

   "Oh God Gio, you're so big, so damned big."

   "You love it Frieda, you love my big cock in your tiny little pussy,
tell me you love it Frieda, tell me."

   "God yes, I love it, I love your big cock, Oh God it hurts, it hurts so
good, ah, fuck me Gio, make my little pussy cry."

   He fucked her hard for about five minutes, giving her the ride of her
life, her moans, the slapping of his balls against her bottom,

   "Oh, oh, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," she groaned.

   She screamed as her orgasm flowed through her, she was rising to meet
his thrusts, her body squirming and trembling, he said,

   "Now I'm gonna cum, do you want me to cum in you Frieda?"

   "Cum in me Gio, you've cum in my mouth and my ass, give me your cum in
my cunt, cum in me."

   "Medical terms?"

   "Aroused woman's terms, let me feel your hot sperm."

   He pumped rapidly for several strokes then thrust into her and held
there as his cum gushed into her, pulse after pulse of his scalding semen
flooded her small vagina.

   When he pulled out she was startled, he was still erect, he reached for
a pillow and the lubricant.  Lifting her hips he slid the pillow under her
and began to lubricate her anus.

   "Please Gio, not that," she begged.

   "I thought you liked anal sex Frieda," he said.

   "I thought I did, too but you're so big, my anus is still sore and I
ache in my abdomen from yesterday."

   "You'll do fine Frieda," he said as he continued to lubricate her.

   "Keep your legs up, that's a good girl," he told her as he moved against
her.

   When she felt the head of his penis press against her she tensed in
fear.

   "Relax Frieda," he said, he stroked her flanks and tummy.

   "Let your muscles go slack."

   "I like looking at you Frieda, you're so petite, so cute, my cute little
girl," he said as his hands stroked along her sides then up to her breasts,
he caressed her but as he leaned forward to do so his penis nudged her, she
tensed again.

   "You're going to hurt me," she said.

   "Yes, it will hurt Frieda, not as much as yesterday and tomorrow it will
be even easier."

   "You want me to come tomorrow Gio?"

   "You want to don't you Frieda?"

   She nodded yes, yes she did.

   "You need to relax for me Cutie, take a deep breath and as you're
letting it out push out like you're trying to move your bowels."

   Deep breath, slow exhale he felt her anus open as she pushed.

   "Unnnnnnnnn," she moaned as he opened her.

   He stopped then took her hands on his; he guided them to her genitalia.

   "Hold yourself open for me Frieda; I want you to show me your pretty
pink core."

   As she held her labia apart showing him her vaginal slit he slowly
pushed further into her.

   "Tell me what it feels like Cutie."

   "I feel full, incredibly full, like I need to use the bathroom, my
rectum's too small to contain you, you're in my Sigmoid colon, it feels
like you're in my abdomen."

   "I am," he smiled.

   He began to pump her then took one of her hands, "Feel," he told her as
he pressed her hand onto her abdomen.  She could feel a thrusting movement;
it was as if there was an alien being in her.  He returned her hand to her
vulva so she could display herself.

   As he fucked her Frieda mouthed,

   "Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh," in rhythm with his thrusts.  He stopped and
took one of her hands.

   "Masturbate yourself Cutie; I want you to cum while I'm in you."

   She felt like a slut, a cock up her ass, holding herself open while her
fingers strummed her clitoris.

   "You're making me your bitch, I'm your bitch aren't I Gio?" In a low,
raspy voice.

   "No, you're no bitch, you're my cute little girl Cutie," he told her
with a smile.

   She returned his smile; she certainly preferred to be a cutie than a
bitch; she wanted to please him, her fingers flew.

   He knew as she neared her climax, small contractions began, she was
giving him little squeezes before her body began to tremble, her fingers
were moving so fast they were a blur.

   "Oh God yes, yesssssssss," she wailed as her anus contracted
constricting him.

   That's what he wanted, tight beyond imagination, the most fantastic
feeling in the world, it brought him off, too, he tried to pump but he was
in her grasp, he let her contractions finish for him.  By the time she'd
calmed he was drained.  He climbed on the bed and pulled her up beside him
and kissed her.

   "You're pretty special Cutie," he whispered to her.

   She wiggled in his arms like a happy puppy, she wanted his approval, she
wanted to satisfy him, he brought out feelings in her that she didn't know
existed.  It wasn't love but it darned sure wasn't bad.

   She glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand.

   "I'm afraid I need to go Gio, it's getting late."

   "Give me a minute," he said as he went to the bathroom, cleaned himself
and got the things to clean her, too.

   As he wiped her she said, "You know Gio, I can't always come, my
patients, their babies come when they decide to come but I'll call and let
you know if I'm working."

   Over the rest of the two weeks she did manage to visit most evenings but
she had to deliver three babies and she and Sol had a dinner engagement
that they couldn't cancel.  Then the time arrived.

   Dr.  Greenberg brought Sofia into the world at nine p.m., she checked in
to see that Isabella was doing well, congratulated Gio and drove home, she
was looking forward to dinner, a nice hot bath and a glass of wine with
Sol; it didn't happen.

   When she walked in, Sol was sitting back in his recliner; she greeted
him but received no response.  Concerned, she went to him, his flesh was
cold, his pulse was absent, she knew Sol suffered from heart problems, it
had given out.  She phoned their Rabbi who, in turn notified the Hevra
Kadisha for assistance in preparing the body and would be in attendance
with the remains until the funeral the following day, a physician member of
the Hevra Kadisha signed the death certificate.

   Frieda took three days off, the funeral then gathering papers and a
meeting with their attorney but then she returned to work, her patients
were still having babies.

   Gio was with Isabella when Dr.  Greenberg checked on her, she asked what
he thought of his new daughter, he was still strolling on cloud 9.

   The first time he'd seen her she was at Isabella's breast greedily
suckling; Sofia had arrived in the world.

   Gio was ecstatic, she was the prettiest baby in the hospital, she was
born with a head full of black hair, her eyes were shut but he knew they'd
be chocolate brown, she was Italian to the core, he knew Isabella would be
feeding her pasta and gravy before she could crawl.

   When Isabella was discharged along with Sofia, Gio drove them home. 
Fortunately school was on summer vacation when Sofia was born, Gio helped
in caring for her, he learned to change diapers and to bathe his little
one, she was breast feeding so no bottles yet, in fact, it seemed all she
did was feed, pee, poop and sleep, and, oh yeah, she could scream like a
banshee if she was unhappy.

   Dr.  Greenberg was proud of herself, she'd shepherded Isabella through a
high risk pregnancy with stunning success, she felt a special bond with the
Balboni family so, frequently visited them after office hours.

   She'd always check on Isabella's progress, a vaginal examination and a
look at her episiotomy incision, she was healing nicely but she was going
to hold to her original plan, no sex for three months.

   She also was unable to spend time with Gio; although the opportunity was
there she was uncomfortable with the idea of sex while Isabella was in the
next room.

   For the first couple of months Isabella wasn't interested in sex and Gio
was cooperative but as the third month was coming to the end Isabella was
beginning to feel the itch, and Gio, whenever he was in the room with her
was as anxious, Dr.  Greenberg was convinced Isabella was emitting
pheromones signaling her availability.

   During her last examination she'd given them hope, Isabella was nearly
healed so, they were both disappointed and dejected when Dr.  Greenberg
next visited.

   "I'm afraid I won't be able to insert your IUD yet Isabella, I think you
need another two weeks and anal is out of the question, I may have to use
rectal dilators before you can resume that, I'm sorry Isabella."

   "Dr.  Greenberg, please, Gio and I both, we want to be together, I'm so
frustrated, can't we do anything?"

   "I guess we could try, I want to gauge your responses though before I
allow anything.  I want to masturbate you, depending on your reactions
maybe we can let Gio do that with you, is that okay with you Isabella."

   "Yes, please doctor."

   Isabella's Mons Veneris was denuded from being shaved for child birth,
Gio thought; she looks like a little girl, too.  Maybe he'd keep her like
that.

   Dr.  Greenberg began.

   "I'm not going to penetrate your vagina Isabella, it's just going to be
clitoral stimulation," she said as she slid the hood of her clit back.

   She rubbed along the shaft of her clit, using two fingers she could
massage both sides at the same time.

   As Isabella became aroused and she started to lubricate her scent filled
the doctor's nostrils, what she was doing was suppose to be clinical but
Frieda was getting aroused, too.

   From behind her she heard Gio catch his breath then he said, "Let me do
that."

   "No Gio, I need to gauge her responses," she told him.

   She felt his hands on her shoulders then he pressed his body against her
from behind, he whispered,

   "I need it, be a good little girl for me Cutie."

   Oh God, just those words, she did want to be his good little girl,
mentally she realized how effectively he'd groomed her, but physically she
couldn't control her response, she flattened herself on the mattress and
raised her bottom, if she'd had a tail she would have raised it, she was
like a tabby cat in heat.

   When he stroked her bottom lubrication flowed from her vagina, she
wanted him in her, he unbuttoned her dress and took it from her shoulders,
she was wearing a brassiere, he unfastened it and let it fall.

   "Step out of your shoes Cutie," he told her then took her dress
completely off, his hand went between her legs.

   He looked at Isabella, she smiled and nodded yes, she wanted to watch
her Gio take another woman.

   "You want me, don't you Frieda," he asked.

   Her voice rasped, "Yes, please."

   As he rolled her panties off he said, "Get up on the bed for me Cutie,"
as he followed her.

   She was on her knees, he spread her cheeks and buried his face, he
licked her then moved up and entered her vagina.

   A sound between a moan and a sigh came from deep in her chest, "You're
so big Gio, God, you fill me up, it feels so good, so good."

   He fucked her for about five minutes, it still gave her that sweet pain
and probably always would, he was so big and she so small, but it was
addictive, he called her his cute little girl but she really thought of
herself as his bitch, she knew she'd do anything to feel his cock in her.

   Isabella was smiling, she'd rather it was her but watching and listening
to Frieda was highly arousing.  Gio said,

   "She wants to cum, help her Mommy, use your fingers."

   Isabella watched Frieda's eyes as she masturbated her.

   "Un, un, un, Unnnnnnnnn," she moaned, "I'm cumming, God, I'm cumming,"
Frieda wailed as her vagina flooded.

   "That's my cute little girl," Gio said, "Did that feel good?"

   "Oh God yes, I needed that," she gasped.

   "And I need this," Gio replied as he lubricated her.

   When he pressed the head of his cock against her anus, she whimpered,

   "Please no Gio, you hurt me when you do that."

   Isabella drew her head down, "Put your head in my lap and try to relax
Frieda."

   When Gio thrust into Frieda she moaned plaintively, Isabella stroked her
hair and cheek.

   "You'll be all right Darling, just relax and let Isabella take care of
you."

   Gio rode her, not really pounding her but using long deep strokes, from
her moans he knew he was in her colon again, putting the alien in her
abdomen, Isabella was crooning to her, telling her how loved she was as she
continued to pet her.

   Frieda's eyes were leaking but Isabella's hands were soothing, Gio said,

   "She helped you now it's your turn Cutie, help Mommy.  Mommy, spread
your legs."

   Isabella's vulva was there, right at her face.  Gio wanted her to use
her mouth, she hesitated, she'd never tasted another woman, never had the
desire.

   She groaned from Gio's sharp thrust deep into her, "Do it Frieda," he
ordered.

   Her lips closed over Isabella's clitoris, her tongue snaked along her
vaginal slit, she smelled her, tasted her, salt and citrus, the moans from
deep within her vibrating, resonating, Isabella continued to stroke her
hair.

   "Thank you Frieda, that feels so good, it's been a long time, too long,
too loooooong," As she climaxed; it wasn't spectacular, more a gentle flow
but it was relief, blessed relief.

   Gio continued to fuck her, her abdomen ached, oh how she ached, the
alien was running loose in her bowels.

   She was a gynecologist, she knew anatomy, could she bring him off
quickly?  She began performing the exercise she taught her patients, Kegel
exercises, exercises that caused her anus to tighten, it hurt to do them,
he was so big, her anus was so stretched but she persisted, before she'd
completed a set of ten she felt him swell, his penis jerked, he groaned as
his semen flooded her guts.

   She collapsed as he pulled out of her, he patted her bottom, "I'll be
right back."

   He washed and returned with a warm rag and towel, at the doorway he
heard her, tearfully she said to Isabella,

   "He hurt me."

   "I know Baby, he hurts me, too, but we both love him; we'll let him do
it again, won't we."

   "Yes," she sniveled, "But I ache so much right now, can you just hold me
Isabella?"

   When Gio entered the room Isabella was holding Frieda to her breast,
"Calm down Baby," Isabella said, "Suck my breasts, we'll both feel better."

   Frieda was nursing from his mother when Gio slid into bed behind her,
her shapely torso, her sleek legs, her tight little butt lured him, he
patted her bottom,

   "Arch for me Cutie," he said.

   There was no thought of disobeying, she arched, presenting herself to
him, smoothly he slid into her distended anus, as Frieda nursed Gio
sodomized her, he came but stayed in her, his arm went across, he held his
women, both happily slept in his embrace.