I apologize for the lack of facts here. I remember a story where a mom and daughter both get pregnant and all I can remember is when both their waters break and the mother is driving them both to the hospital and they both are in labor in the car. If memory serves they both give birth in the car too. Anyone know the story I'm referring to?

Rewards and Consequences

by Dropster

April Danner bent awkwardly over, tugging her nightdress, her very voluminous nightdress, clear of her head and picking up, in the same economical movement her full cupped brassiere. As a mature mother, her latest pregnancy, so surprising to her colleagues and friends, had brought a return to lactation as it reached its final stage, her mammary glands recovering the function they had held in her younger days of motherhood, and accordingly she required padded maternity cups to absorb any embarrassing leaks. She passed her arms through the wide shoulder straps and straightened with a slight huff of effort, tugging the cups down to capture the plump drooping mounds of her swollen chest, then biting her lip as she lifted and stretched, up and back, to support and secure herself in the soft shapely garment. With firm high maternity panties already tightly cupping her great straining tummy, she waddled heavily to the wardrobe and selected a dark blue dress, meant to discretely accommodate the growing figure of the pregnant executive but, in the case of the almost due older mother, stretching tautly and revealingly over her very gravid body.

The hot and tiring work of rolling that dress over her mammary and uterine swelling at last done, April hastened uncomfortably downstairs to where her daughter was already preparing breakfast. As she approached she heard her daughter give a sudden gasp and grip the kitchen bench with clenched, widespread hands.
“Paige, darling, is everything alright?” asked April anxiously.

“I don’t know mummy,” replied the teen fearfully turning towards her mother. She was wearing a green sleeveless knitted top over full braless breasts whose nipples were visibly raised beneath the fabric, but April’s concerned mother’s eyes were only on the great globe of her daughter’s heavily pregnant abdomen, stretching the green top to its limit, and which was surely pressing lower than it had even the evening before.

That mother and daughter should face each other that morning with equally distended abdomens arose from the shameful fact that both had been impregnated by the same rampant penis on the same night 39 weeks before.

Paige had persuaded her reluctant mother to allow her latest boyfriend Tristan to spend the night. It was late and April was only just home from a tiring day at the office.

“”Wouldn’t you rather we were here where you can keep an eye on us than spending the night out?” wheedled Paige cunningly.

“Well all right, young lady,” replied April distractedly, noting not for the first time how alluring her slender young daughter was becoming, “But separate rooms OK. You can make up the spare room for Tristan.”

“Oh Mom!” pouted the teen. But she went to the linen cupboard anyway.

April had grave misgivings for Tristan was a stunning, brooding, dark-haired boy whose smouldering gaze left not even forty year old April unaffected. Furthermore he had a reputation for being a heartbreaker who had bedded every just about female in the school (including some teachers) and April had no doubt that Paige was heading for disillusion.

“Men!” she sighed to herself. “Who needs them!” But the truth was that she was not altogether immune to Tristan’s attractions herself.

It was fifteen years since Paige’s father had left her for a younger woman and for most of that time she had not regretted putting aside the complications of a man in her life for the satisfying achievements of her career, but every now and then…

Shortly after dinner she told her daughter that she was heading for bed early, deciding that leaving the living room to the teens was better than encouraging them to go to Paige’s bedroom. “I know I can trust you alone with him, sweetheart,” she murmured, “Just remember: rewards and consequences, OK?”

In bed she read a report she had brought home from the office for a short time then put out the light, determined not to worry about what the youngsters were up to.

She awoke at an unknown hour in the night. She had been dreaming a disturbing libidinous fantasy of being taken, vigorously by a man whose face she could never quite see. She was aroused, her nipples urgent and without thinking her hand probed between her legs to soothe the throbbing itch there. Then she became aware of the probable cause of her disquiet. From the bedroom next door came a rhythmic creak and squeak of the bed, getting subtly louder and quicker, and then audible gasps in rhythm with the movements that sounded like Paige. April’s mind was in a whirl. Was Paige ‘amusing’ herself, as April felt every inclination to do? Or had Tristan sneaked into her daughter’s bed against her express instruction?

The sounds continued. April got up and padded to Paige’s bedroom door. Again she paused. Quietly she opened the door. She gasped. The teens were on the bed. Paige’s moaning body was thrusting upwards, her legs wrapped around the midriff of her lover, whose big, hard curved, weapon was pistoning furiously in and out of her tight young slit.

The musky smell of sex was strong, Paige’s copious juices glistened on her ravisher’s organ as it scythed in and out, back and forward. Paige turned her head and saw her mother standing there. At the same instant Tristan spotted her.

“Ohh fuck!” he bellowed. “OOooohhhh God, Yeeeessss!”

He drove hard and deep into Paige and stayed there. In the subdued light from the window April saw his balls tighten and pulse.

Suddenly Paige was shouting: “Shit. Shit. You came in me! Christ. Get off me! You promised! Shit!”

“OOhh babe“ groaned Tristan pulling his rampant dick out of Paige with an audible squelch. “That was fucking good! And in front of your Mom too!” he added with a leer. “Hope you enjoyed the show Misses.”

“Mom!” cried Paige. “Were you watching! Oh god this is so fucked up!”

“You! Get out of that bed this instant!” spat April.

“OK,” said Tristan, climbing to his feet. “And do what? Maybe you want some of this for yourself? You know you’re not too bad looking for an older babe.”

“Were you watching?” repeated Paige, increasing hysteria in her voice. “Oh God you evil bitch. You distracted him and made him come in me!”

“That’s right,” snarled Tristan. “it’s her fault. I reckon she’s hot for it. She’s jealous you know?” He advanced menacingly towards her.

“Mom?” gasped Paige.

“Get away from me!” cried April, backing nervously to the wall, her heart pounding.

“Oh she wants it all right!” drawled Tristan, “Look at those nipples!”

And it was true. April was gasping for breath, her chest heaving beneath the her expensive silken nightgown thrusting rigid nipples starkly against the fabric in the shadowed light of the room. Her eyes seemed mesmerised by the long, partially stiff penis of the beautiful naked boy walking towards her.

“No, stay off me!” she pleaded, her voice cracking with panic.

“What do you reckon? Should I tame the bitch?” he tossed over his shoulder to the bed where Paige was still breathing hard from her own mating.

“Paige …” April pleaded.

“Yeah. Give the sleazy bitch what she deserves,” wailed Paige hysterically.

“Nooooooo!” April moaned but Tristan backed her against the wall and ran exploring hands down her body. “Still pretty good I reckon,” he said, lifting the hem of her nightgown up to her hips and thrusting his hand into her thick curly thatch.

April moaned incoherently, but her body was beginning to betray her. Already somewhat aroused when she entered the room, the threat from the rampant, virile man, the sight of his organ, which was rising to full stiffness again as he fondled her charms, and even the sight of his thick cream running slowly out between her daughter’s still well spread legs was reaching subliminally to nipple and clitoris and vagina. She was about to be raped and her body, not mated now for many years, was primed and ready.

He took her standing there, pressed up against the wall, sliding easily in her wet, 40 year old maternal pussy. She didn’t climax but she couldn’t prevent the wanton thrusting of her hips as he arrogantly pleasured her in front of her astonished daughter.

For the second time he drove deep and hard. He was long and April could feel him somewhere up around her cervix. For the second time he unloaded three, four, five, six big spurts into a Danner family vagina. He pulled free, wiped himself on her nightgown, grabbed his clothes and was gone, leaving April collapsed on the floor in shame and humiliation.

She knew she was at her fertile time, as she knew her daughter really wasn’t, “But at least he has already dropped a big load,” she reassured herself, “Won’t have enough left to tag a tough 40 year old egg in one go.”

They didn’t speak of that night, mother and daughter. So far as April knew Paige never saw Tristan again. “So at least some good came of it,” she told herself.

Both put the events determinedly out of their minds as their lives moved on. April gave no thought to the increasing irregularity of her periods, or maybe it was that they had gone for good? She gave no thought to it a month or two later when she and Paige were a little off colour. She gave no thought to the funny look Paige gave her when she commented that she was getting a little old for her ‘little black dress’, “it shows my tummy too much. At my age I’m not as firm as I used to be!” She gave no thought to the increasing tightness and discomfort of her brassieres or the extra inches she was putting on at her waistline.

Finally one day at work April noticed her secretary eyeing her appraisingly.

“What?”

“Do you mind … I thought you might say something, but I’ve been dying to ask …. When are you due?”

April turned crimson with embarrassment, mumbled something incomprehensible and, at the first opportunity, raced to the bathroom. There she took off her jacket, sucked her tummy in to release her skirt where it strained on the last available button, lifted her new, larger-size designer blouse, and gazed in the mirror. She realised with horror that she was looking at a flowering four, or could it be … no it must be: nearly five month belly!

Her head was in a whirl as she came home and immediately sought out her daughter.

“Paige, I’ve got some rather shocking news,” she blurted. “I’m pregnant!”

Her daughter’s face crumpled in tears. “Oh my god, I didn’t know how to tell you,” she sobbed. And tugged up the baggy sweatshirt she was wearing to show her horrified mother a still small, but nevertheless clearly defined pot in her once flat tummy.

“Oh Paige darling, how long … I mean when …”

“That night,” said the young girl in sepulchral tones. “It must have been.”

“Snap,” said April succinctly. “The bastard!”

“Oh mommy, I’m scared. I’m too young to have a baby,” wailed Paige, throwing herself into her mother’s arms.

“It’s too late now,” replied her mother grimly. “Rewards and consequences remember. We’re two thoroughly knocked up women and the babies are coming whether we like it or not. But I’ll always be here for you my sweetheart.”

April waddled anxiously to her daughter’s side. She rolled up the green top baring the young girl’s big, taut belly above a hip hugging skirt

which April noted with concern remained undone at the very top button where Paige’s steeply swelling uterus pushed deeply down. Paige’s abdomen had remained thankfully compact even into her eighth month, but over the last weeks it had pressed aggressively out becoming huge and tight. Paige was otherwise a slender child and the awful size of her distended uterus was therefore even more shocking to the eye in comparison.

April ran her hands over her daughter’s big, hard tummy. She could feel plainly the lusty limbs of her grandchild beneath the thinly stretched sheet of muscle covering it. The skin felt tense and hot to touch, as if Paige’s muscles were already working vigorously beneath the surface of her tummy.

“Oh Mommy!” Paige gulped, “I’m scared. What’s happening to me?”

April quickly revised the calculation. Based on their last periods, Paige was due a little after her mother but, since they were impregnated in the same hour they should presumably both be due at April’s date, which was a week away at present.

“Don’t be frightened, sweetheart” she said. “It’s just your body getting ready for the birth, but you need to avoid stress so that you don’t bring labour on early.” Paige was in the process of completing her graduation exams. “I’ll phone and tell them that you can’t make the exam. I’ll take the day off and we’ll go into town and see the doctor.” And she hugged Paige into an embrace. “Don’t worry, I’m here for you.”

The two women clung together awkwardly. As their tummies had ripened they had learned to twist so that their bellies were side to side as they leaned over them to comfort one another. In these final days of their gestation, their babes were so tightly packed into maternal wombs that it seemed they could sense each other through thin walls of muscle thus pressed together and they squirmed in mutual recognition. Each felt her anxiety melt away to be replaced by the deep contentment known only by a woman who feels her offspring moving eagerly within her.

“I’m here for you my sweetheart,” April murmured.

As April made phone calls, Paige continued to get breakfast. She so wanted to trust her mother that she determinedly ignored the painful, heavy cramp when it returned to her. She clung to the kitchen bench and took deep surreptitious breaths so that her mother would not hear her. “These pains are not that bad,” she told herself, “Not like labour is supposed to be.”

But during breakfast there was nowhere to hide when the renewed constriction in her tummy brought a sudden gasp.

“Paige?” exclaimed her mother, looking up sharply. And Paige could only nod miserably.

April sucked in a deep breath, levered herself out of her chair and lumbered carefully around the table to her stricken daughter. She bent quickly, and then immediately regretted it as her swollen tummy seemed to tighten and she felt sudden pressure low in her pelvis. She stroked her daughter’s lower abdomen. It felt hot and hard. She wished that she knew how to push her fingers up her daughter’s delicate vagina and test her cervix to tell whether she was going into labour.

“How does it feel, sweetheart?” she asked.

“It’s quite sore, mommy,” the young girl replied anxiously. “This is just those Braxton-Hicks thingeys, right?”

“Of course, darling,” her mother said reassuringly, “But we’ll get to

the doctor just as soon as possible anyway.”
April clambered awkwardly back upstairs to the office. She needed to check her e-mail as she wasn’t going to work that day. Meanwhile Paige was in the kitchen washing up.

She had just grabbed a handful of dishes to dry when she felt the telltale cramping of her abdomen. “Here it comes again,” she thought. She sucked air as the cramp built and built. And then she felt the sharp stitch in her side. “Oooooffff!” she moaned in dismay, clutching her right hand to the side of her belly. And then she felt the big, red hot band of pain searing right across her poor swollen tummy. She dropped the plates with an almighty crash and hunched over, clinging to the bench top with one hand while she clutched at her convulsing belly with the other.

“Ohmigod! … OOOhmigoood! …” she wailed, “MOMMY!! … MOMMEEEE!!”

April heard her daughter’s screaming from the kitchen. Her heart pounding, she threw herself to her feet and stumbled clumsily from the room.

“I’m coming … I’m coming!” she shouted, her breath already coming in harsh pants as she waddled urgently down the stairs, each jarring step bouncing her heavy fetus painfully against her pelvis.

“Help me! … Help me!” sobbed the hysterical teen and threw herself into her mother’s arms, their massive bellies colliding with a heavy smack.

“It’s all right, baby, it’s going to be all right,” April crooned distractedly, conscious of the furious thumping of her overwrought heart and the pain of the collision rolling over her own belly.

“Hhooooo! … Hhooooo! …” Paige panted, the tension draining from her. “Feeling better ….Hhooooo! … Hhooooo! …”

“Just sit here for a moment while I clean this up, and then we’re definitely off to the doctor.”

April bent painfully to clear up the shards of crockery. Her tummy was still tender and in this position she felt so much pressure. So much pressure that she suddenly needed to straighten quite badly.

“I can get the rest later,” she puffed. “Now, purse and car keys. Purse and … Ooohhh! …”

She suddenly stiffened and clutched her back.

Paige, who was feeling weakened but more comfortable again, watched uncomprehendingly as her mother’s face tightened in alarm, the older woman’s eyes focussed on her enormous belly where it strained against the blue fabric of her expensive maternity dress. Her hands pressed hard into her back and her tummy pushed forward, hard and round. Then she gasped harshly and her face screwed up with pain.

“OOOhhhhhh!! …” she moaned, “… HHnnngggghgh …”
“Mommy, what’s wrong!”
“A moment … OOOhhhhhh!! … HHaaaahhhhh!! … Just a moment!…” April fumbled behind her for support from the kitchen bench and rubbed her other hand in soothing circular motions over her cramping belly.

“Oh mommy, you can’t be! … Please don’t say ..”

“Oh Paige … darling … Got to get to the toilet … leaking,” April gasped.

“Mommy, let me help,” Paige cried, climbing to her feet and grasping her mother’s shoulder for support. She was shocked to feel how tense and shaking her mother was.

Together they stumbled into the downstairs bathroom, April, for her daughter’s sake, trying not to moan at the sharp pain still gripping her belly. She could feel liquid running out of her, drenching her panties and beginning to trickle down her thighs.

She bent to lift her dress as they reached the toilet and cried out as the pain intensified.

“Paige! Ring for an ambulance quickly!” she gasped.

Paige waddled quickly to the hall phone and returned to the bathroom to see her mother seated on the toilet, back arched and belly, the blue dress rolled high, stretched far out between her widespread thighs. Her mother’s face was screwed up, her mouth wide open and she moaned urgently, her hands clawing at the taut bulk of her abdomen.

Suddenly a great gush of fluid spewed out from the profuse thatch at the base of her belly and cascaded into the toilet.

“Ohmigod! Mommeeeee!! … Your waters … You broke your waters! … Ohmigod! … Ohmigod!” babbled the panicking teen and she stumbled against the wall and sent the phone flying in a graceful arc, down between her mother’s open thighs and into the toilet bowl with a great splash.

The discharge of her waters had eased the pressure in April’s womb and she was now recovering from her sustained contraction. She gazed silently up at Paige. Both knew what this meant: their house, in its little development beyond the outskirts of town, was out of mobile phone range and so they had just lost their only means of communication with the outside world.

April reached awkwardly down between her legs and fished the phone out of her pungent birth fluids. She flicked a few buttons. Nope.

“Oh mommy,” gasped Paige, “ … Mommeeeee!! …”

A sense of panic came into her voice and she bent over clutching at her tummy. “… Ooohhh God! … OOoohhh! … OOoohhh! …” and before her mother’s anxious gaze her legs buckled and she crumpled to her knees. “Help meeee!! … “ she wailed.

“Breathe, breathe,” April urged, “Like I taught you: Hooooo! … Hooooo! … Hooooo! …”

“HHoooooofff! … HHoooooofff! … Oh God it hurts! … HHoooooofff! … HHoooooofff! … HHoooooofff! …” panted the stricken teen.

April struggled to her feet and went to comfort her daughter. It was becoming clear that they needed urgently to get to some help.

While Paige recovered, April clambered painfully up the stairs once again to throw some things in a bag for the two of them. She was very conscious of her unborn child low in her pelvis, its head pushing into the ring of bone which had been widened by Paige’s passing through it all those years before.

As she threw clothes into a bag and changed into something more suited to delivering a child than the tight blue dress, she heard Paige seized with another contraction:

“HHoooooofff! … HHoooooofff! … Haaaaaaahhhhh! …” Paige’s moans echoed through the house. And then: “ … Hhnnnnnghggh!! …”

“Paige,” she called in alarm, “You’re not pushing, sweetheart? You mustn’t push yet!”

“HHoooooofff! … Haaaaaaaaahhhhh!! … Trying … Hurts so much … OOhhhh! … Hhnnnnnghggh!! …”

“Don’t push sweety, breath! Breathe!” cried her worried mother, grunting softly with pain as she waddled as quickly as possible back down the stairs. The bag, with the merest necessities in it, was like a lead weight in her arms as she held it across the top of her tautly swollen abdomen. Her daughter was seated on a kitchen chair, leaning forward, her legs well spread, her face flushed with effort.

“Hhhhaaahhhhh! … Hhhhaaahhhhh! …” she panted obediently, the worst of her contraction apparently past.

“Oh Paige, darling. Don’t worry, we’ll get you to doctor just as soon as possible,” said April

Paige looked up, her tear streaked face catching at April’s heart strings. “Oh mommy,” she pleaded, running her hands protectively over her huge, low hanging belly, its hard, stretched underside now exposed below the tight green top. “It hurts so badly. Does it get worse than this? I need something for the pain.”

“You just can’t think about the pain,” said April gently. “Not until we get to the doctor. Then he will give you something to take it away.”

Paige bit her lip in consternation, then seemed to notice what her mother was wearing for the first time.

April had removed her tightly constraining dress and brassiere and now wore a long loose skirt fastened under her jutting uterus and a white t- shirt which, although the baggiest she owned, nonetheless, in her present state, clung tightly to her gravid body. For the first time Paige could see just how full and weighty her mother’s breasts had become, slumping heavily onto the shelf of her outstretched womb, their thick, stiff, slightly down- pointing nipples poking out almost an inch long and half that across against the thinly stretched fabric, through which their deep chocolate colour and that of April’s broad areolae could be clearly distinguished from the surrounding flesh.

Paige’s own top was now sweat-dampened from her exertions and clung revealingly to her tense, plump but still high breasts and their long erect nipples but, oblivious of her appearance she gasped: “Mother! You can’t go out looking like that!”

“Darling,” April replied reprovingly, “We are about to spread our legs wide open and stretch our vaginas to the limit in front of assorted doctors and nurses. There’s no point in worrying about our appearance where we’re going!”

“Oh Mommy ..” wailed the teen, but no answer came from her mother.

April stretched her back and walked gingerly to the table. She sucked in a deep breath, determined not to further frighten her distraught daughter, but there was, deep within her, an urgency which could not be denied. She placed both hands flat on the table. She felt her great, swollen belly flex ferociously and then her abdomen exploded in a sheet of flame. Sweat sprang up on her forehead and her mouth twisted and worked in silent agony.

“Hhhaaaaarrggghhh!! … Hhhaaaaarrggghhh!! …” she panted hoarsely.

The downward pressure on her bones was immense and she shifted her feet reflexively, in desperate, instinctive need to work her child’s into the best position to pass through her.

“Hhhaaaaarrggghhh!! …Hhhaaaaarrggghhh!! …”

If Paige’s contractions were coming faster and more often, her mother’s were longer and she could do nothing but endure, aware of her daughter’s growing terror.

“Hhhaaaaarrggghhh!! … Hhoohhhhhhh!! … Hhoohhhh!! … Hhhfffff! …” she panted, allowing her body to slump, drained as her uterus relented.

“Oh mommy,” whispered Paige. “What are we to do?” “Drive,” April replied implacably.

The two women waddled painfully to the vehicle waiting in the drive, barely noticing the first drop of rain beginning to fall. They clung to each other for support, their wombs clasped firmly together so that their babies sat, elbow to elbow, side by side, heads burrowed in their mother’s pelvises, separated only by two rippling, tightening uterine walls. Paige was whimpering with pain as April helped to ease her into the passenger seat and swing her slender legs into the foot well. Gathering up her skirts and grimacing at the intense discomfort the older woman then squeezed her own enormous belly into the driver’s seat, set as far back as possible.

Fighting to ignore the gathering pressure in her bottom April reversed the car jerkily down the drive and bounced over the curb onto the road.

“Mommeeeeee! …” screamed Paige in agony. Her hands tugged up the green top and clutched at her tight, protruding tummy.

“AAAaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeee!! …” she howled, her sweet young face contorted in agony. “HHhhhooooo … HHhhhooooo … AAAaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeee!! …” and from between her straining thighs burst a fierce stream of fluid raining down into a swiftly growing puddle at her feet.

“Ohhh Mommeeee! … Ohh God it hurts!!” she sobbed, “I can’t do it … I just can’t … it’s not fair!”

“You can do it Paige Danner,” replied her mother fiercely, struggling to keep the vehicle on the road as the awful cramping sensation built up around her own pelvis. “You have to do it. There are rewards and there are consequences, remember!”

“It’s all your fault!” Paige bawled hysterically, “He never would have come in me if you hadn’t been watching. What kind of deviant mom watches her daughter getting screwed?”

“I wasn’t watching!” shouted April hotly, “And who spread her slutty legs in the first place!”

“Hoooo! … Hoooo! …” Paige was sobbing and gasping with pain at the same time.

“… And who urged him on to rape me!” April was starting to lose it, “… Your own mother! … I’m too old for this! … AAAaaarrrrrrgggghhh!!! …”

April’s eyes closed over and she just had the presence of mind to bring them to a halt in the middle of the road as a white hot band of pain gripped the great ball of her belly. She rucked up her skirt, baring an even bigger belly than her daughter’s in the seat alongside, and hunched over the steering wheel, legs spread.

Paige realised with a shock that her mother was wearing no panties. Between her parted thighs meaty maternal labia poked out, inflamed and swollen, from her wide, thick bush.

“Hhhaaaaarrggghhh!! … Hhhaaaaarrggghhh!! …” April ground out, willing herself not to push against the desperate urgency gripping her pelvic floor. “HHHNNgggggggghhhh!! … Ooohhhhhh … Hhhaaaaarrggghhh!! … Hhhaaaaarrggghhh!! … HhhnnggggggGGHHhh!! …” she groaned as the battle was lost and, gripping the steering wheel for leverage, she relieved her pressure in the only way possible, by pushing: tightening up her abdominal muscles and thrusting her baby down until her 40 year old pelvis creaked and gave, sending pain stabbing through her.

Her face was screwed up and purple with effort and her chin pressed down onto her chest. Sweat was running in rivers down her neck and soaking into her t-shirt. And still the intense contraction gripped her.

“Hhhaaaaarrggghhh!! … Hooooooofff! … Hooooooofff! … Hhhaaaaarrggghhh!! …” she roared, squirming uncomfortably, her body instinctively trying to free the bulky fetal head lodged in her bony gap.

“Ooooohhh Paige!! … Hooooooofff! … Hooooooofff! … Oooohh

darling I’m sorry! … Hooooooofff! … Hooooooofff! … We’ll get through this sweetheart!”

Paige was crying softly, her labouring in remission for the moment. Her mother was so strong and brave and she needed her so much. “I know we will, Mommy,” she whispered. “I love you.”

The rain was coming down more strongly now. As soon as April had recovered from her latest ordeal she fumbled a shaking foot onto the accelerator pedal and set them in motion once again. There was no traffic at this time of day up here but if they could only get down to the main road there might be people and aid. She no longer had confidence that she could drive them all the way to the doctor.

Paige was beginning to breath harder again. “Ohh Mommy,” she moaned, “I can feel it again! Oh God, Mommy … Please … Help Meeee!! … HHooooo!! … HHooooo!! … AAaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!! … HHNnnnnnngggghhh!! …” and her young legs jacknifed up and out, colliding with the door and the steering wheel as she clutched her convulsing tummy in both hands.

April could tell that her daughter was in hard, pushing labour now, her face distressed and scarlet as she fought to bring her baby to birth. She wished that she knew whether Paige’s cervix was fully dilated but she could tell from the desperate working of Paige’s thighs that her poor daughter was being gripped by forces beyond her control.

“HHooooo!! … HHooooo!! … HHooooo!! … HHNnnnnnngggghhh!! …”

April brought them to a halt once more. Paige was sagging back, gasping raggedly. “Ohhhh God, Mommy … Hhhoooo … Hhhoooo … I can’t take any more … Hhhoooo … It’s too big, I can’t make it come!!”

“Here, sweetest,” she said, reaching over to the back seat and retrieving a blanket. “Turn this way and put this behind you.”

She pushed the passenger seat back into a reclined position and helped her daughter, wincing with pain, to twist in the seat so that she faced April with her back against the door. In this position there was more room for Paige to spread her legs. “Lets get these off you,” she said, easing Paige’s sopping panties down her slim thighs. The skimpy, girlish panties seemed such a forlorn scrap of material in her hands, drenched as they were with her daughter’s birthing fluids and symbolising her rushed transition to adulthood. Her heart ached to see the sweet teenage vulva revealed by their removal, the short, sparse, silken hair framing Paige’s small, tightly furled slit, and to know that by the end of the day that organ would resemble her own stretched and large lipped entrance.

“Hhaahh! … Hhaahh! …”” Paige’s pains were already coming again. “HHhhnnnnggghh!!” she moaned and April could see her daughter’s tense abdomen tighten and bulge out, its sides sucked in by the strength of Paige’s desperate pushing.

“OOooowwwwoohh!! …” she wailed, “Mommeee!! It HURTS!! …” Breathe, sweetie,” urged her mother, “HHoooohh! … HHoooohh!…”

“HHaaaahh!! … HHaaaahh!! …” gasped the distressed teen,

“HHhhnnnnggghh!! … HHaaaahh!! … HHaaaahh!! …”
“Keep breathing darling, I’ve got to get us to the doctor,” And April

set them once again in cautious motion.
The rain was falling steadily now and the windows were fogging up

from the intense panting of the two labouring women. April peered blearily forward and tried to ignore the pain gripping her pelvis.

“Oooohhh Mommeeee!! I need help … NOW!!” screamed her daughter beside her. I can’t make it come! … Mommeee!!”

“Oh God, Paige, No! … Not now!! … Noooooo!!” moaned her mother as the car veered alarmingly on the road. April tried so hard to keep their speed up but her legs were pushing apart under the unbearable pressure of her descending babe and her belly knotted up under an immense, gut wrenching contraction.

“AAAaaaarrrggghhhh!!! …” her agonised scream echoed deafeningly in the narrow space as she wrapped her arms around the steering wheel and violently tugged it towards her, half lifting herself out of her seat her knees straining wide, pushing and pushing at the huge bulk of her fetus. Her pelvic bones gave with a loud crack and suddenly she had the full width of her baby’s head in her bony gap. Somehow in all of this she managed to keep them, albeit slowing, on the road.

“Mommmeeee??!! …” shrieked her hysterical daughter.

“God … Whhhhooooo!! … Whhhhooooo!! …” panted her mother, “I’m sorry my darling …Whhhhooooo!! … Whhhhooooo!! … Can’t do it anymore … Whhhhooooo!! … Whhhhooooo!! … My baby’s coming … Got to push! … HHHnnnnnnnngggghghhh!!”

After that last heavy push she was close now, very close, and so she brought the vehicle shakily to the side of the road under the overhanging trees and switched the motor off.

Grunting frantically with effort she put her own seat back and twisted and squirmed until she faced her daughter belly to belly, their widespread legs almost touching.

“Breathe, darling … Whhhhooooo!! … Whhhhooooo!! … like me!” she gasped.

Paige gazed in wonder at her sight of her mother’s fattened thighs spread wide and high, stretching the generous, full-lipped vulva. Her great, round belly was heaving and rippling with muscular effort and, above, her thick brown nipples stood long and hard, clearly visible now through the t- shirt made transparent by big round patches of moisture that Paige recognised with shock must be milk seeping from her mother’s heavy, swollen breasts.

Before her daughter’s shocked gaze, April’s lips stretched open, her gash assuming a tight teardrop shape. In the gap Paige could see gooey hair.

“Ohmigod … OOhmigod …” gasped the teen. “Whhhhooooo!! … Whhhhooooo!! … Mommy! I can see the head!” Then she banged her head

back with a painful thump on the door as her own agony spiked: “AAAoooooowwwww!! … Whhhhooooo!! … Whhhhooooo!! … AAAiiiieeeeeee!!!”

April knew that her daughter was at her wits end with pain and panic and desperately needed her mother’s comfort and support but her own crisis was now fully upon her. Grasping each leg just behind the knee, she stretched herself as wide as possible, lowered her chin to her heaving chest and bore down with all her might.

“HHHHhhhhnnnnnnggggghhhh!!! …” she howled.

Her baby moved. Scraping pitilessly against her pelvic girdle the big bony head eased lower.

Her cries and those of her distressed daughter bounced crazily about the walls of the vehicle as she bent again to her urgent task.

“HHHHhhhhnnnnnnggggghhhh!!! …” She felt the awful stinging of her baby’s head stretching her labia to the limit, as Paige’s had done so many years before. Gasping she slumped back, feeling the baby slide back into her, propelled by the tension in her violated pussy ring.

Paige was in shock at the awful sight of her mother’s intimate gash bulging uncontrollably outwards and stretching into a tortured, yawning O. And even more so at the impossible size of the cruel, curved boulder forcing its way out which her mother’s painfully stretched sex had no more than begun to accommodate. Her heart pounded with fear and her belly immediately contracted with more ferocity than ever before.

“HHaaaaaiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!!! …” she bawled, “Whhhhooooo!! … Whhhhooooo!! … Mommeeee!! … Whhhhooooo!! … Whhhhooooo!! … I don’t want to die!! …”

April knew a mother’s desperation to tend her terrified child and knew she must birth her own baby as quickly as possible. She knew that her ageing tissues needed time to adjust to the passing of a fully grown baby from her vagina but, in the face of her daughter’s need, she gritted her teeth and bore furiously down, ramming the great bowl of her baby’s cranium against the throbbing ring of her labia. She felt her vulva snap hard as a bowstring around the bony skull and fiery stinging pain shot through her. Yet this time she did not relax but, gritting her teeth, she kept shoving against the obstruction, shoving and shoving until something seemed to tear and the baby’s head popped out of her.

In the midst of her hard, cramping agony, Paige looked on in horror as her mother stretched and stretched, her once full, fleshy lips going paper thin and white as all the blood was squeezed from them. And then, just when it seemed that there could not possibly be room for the baby to emerge, the head slid forcefully out and lodged there, protruding from her mother’s bruised and bleeding vulva.

Her mother gasped convulsively, forcing air back into her lungs then, with heart-rending cries of pain, she leant forward, grasping her baby’s head, and began twisting and tugging at it.

“Oh God … Here I go … Another one!” she cried as a contraction

rolled over her and she managed to dislodge a shoulder, sending the baby squirting out of her in a gush of fluid, tumbling across into the passenger seat to land between Paige’s astonished legs.

Paige looked tremulously into her mother’s sweat-streaked and haggard face.

“Whhhhooooo!! … Whhhhooooo!! … Mommy, you did it! …” she managed to gasp.

“Oh Paige, darling,” her mother gulped, suppressing sobs of joy and relief as she leant across and lifted up her new-born child. It was a boy.

April flipped her t-shirt up and cradled her son to her belly. Her full, heavy breasts dangled low, pushing a dark teat, like a fat, ripe fruit, into the new-born’s face. From instinct the tiny wrinkled form opened his mouth and engulfed the long, thick nipple which was already dripping with pearls of life-giving milk.

April’s first born child was no longer noticing however, she was pushing and pushing, painfully and despairingly.

Still puffing with effort, April carefully put her baby aside into the back seat, still attached to the cord which twisted and spiralled from her gaping vagina and turned her attention to the frightened, labouring teen.

“OOOoohhhhh Mommeeeee!! It Huuuurrts!…” Paige howled, “Oowwww! … OOOoooooowww!!! …”

“Paige sweetie, you’re doing great!” her mother reassured her.

“OOhhhhhh God!! … Not moving! … Can’t do it! … Hooohhhh!! … Hooohhh!!” the girl gasped, her red and sweat streaked face taut with fear.

“Yes you can! You can do it, darling!” April urged, “When the next pain comes on I want you to push as hard as you can!”

“That’s what I’ve been doing Mommeeeeee!!” Paige blubbed. “Oohh Migod … Oohh Migod … here comes another one! …”

April leant forward and grabbed her daughter’s slender, girlish legs and forced them out and wide into the splits. “Puuuush!! … Puuuush!! …” she shouted at her daughter.

“HHhhnnnnggghh!! …” Paige moaned, her face screwing up and going purple with effort. “… OOooohhh God … HHhhnnnnggghh!! … “

“Breathe sweetie …” April urged, “Deep breath … then Puuuush!! …”

Excruciating pain burned through Paige’s body. She howled and squirmed, twisting her hips and flailing her legs, one banging on the dashboard, the other the other stubbing her toes on the roof.

“Mommeee!! It moved! …” she wailed. “Ooohhh … HHHHhhnnnnnggggghhhh!!! …”

“Ohh Sweetie, its coming!!” April cried, and it was true, her daughter’s sweet little vulva had parted slightly, and between the soft lips was the white glistening shape of her baby’s head, covered in birthing goo.

“Breathe hard baby,” she instructed, “Deep breaths like you learnt. You’ve got to give a big push with the next one.”

The rain drummed on the roof. The windows of the vehicle were heavy with fog. Puddles of birth fluid sloshed in the foot wells. Paige’s cries rang out, loud and harsh in the confined space. Her vulva became a tight bulging ring, about two inches in diameter April guessed, but that was not good enough, four would be required before the baby was out.

Paige collapsed again, panting desperately: “Whhhooooo … Whhhooooo … Not big enough! … can’t do it! …” she cried “… Ooohhhh! God! What can I do? … Whhhooooo … Whhhooooo …”

“This is great!” her mother assured her, “Take it steadily, your body needs time to stretch and adjust. Now breathe!”

“OOoooowww … HHHHhhnnnnnggggghhhh!!! …” and again the young girl pushed with all her might.

April was astonished at the flexibility of young flesh. The head, which had slipped back, immediately thrust forward, straining her daughter’s modest opening to the full, but this time the flesh continued to stretch, to stretch impossibly to about three inches wide and curve outward around the huge battering ram punching through her maidenly tunnel. Paige’s eyes bulged wide with agony.

“AAAaaaeeeeeiiiiiii!!!…” she screeched. “It HUUUUUURTS …!!!”

“STOP PUSHING! … STOP PUSHING! …” her mother screamed “Let it adjust!”

“Oohhhhh God, my pussy!! …” Paige wailed. “Got to get it out! … Hurts too much! … Got to push!! …”

April clapped her hand to her daughter’s delicate vulva, as she had seen the midwives do in the birth videos they had watched together, holding the baby in so that her daughter’s labia would have time to stretch the remaining inch that was needed without tearing.

“Oomigod what’s happening? … Its going back in!! …” sobbed the distraught teen. The head of her babe had retreated a little under the strong elasticity of her overstretched flesh and her mother’s firm hand but her gap was still distended by its wide, bony curve.

“One more, sweeting …” April crooned, “One more good push and the baby will be here!”

“You stopped it coming! …” wailed her traumatised daughter. “You evil bitch you pushed it back in!! …”

“Oh Paige, I had to darling …” April gulped, her heart torn by her daughter’s terrible ordeal.

“Mommmeeeee …” Paige whimpered, “It’s coming again! … I’ve got to push!! … OOOOOOHH!!! NOOO!! My pusseeeEEEEE!!!! …”

April winced as her young daughter threw her head forward, clutched her knees and bore down with her woman’s birthing instinct. Her vulva stretched slowly wider and wider, gradually folding out until it resembled a long, paper-thin tube of tight membrane drawn around the blessedly slimy bones of her baby’s skull.

“AAAAAaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiii!!! …” Paige gave a long- drawn out howl of agony as the massive, sliding head squeezed out of the vice-like grip of her sheath, stabbing her with pain as every bump and notch

of her babe’s face and head gouged at her cruelly overstretched sex. Then: “UUuuuurrrrhghhhhhh …” as the head popped out in a cascade of fluid and an audible snap of her young, elastic vulva.

“Oh God. You’ve done it Paige! You’ve done it!! …” her mother babbled with joy and relief. Her elder child lay back panting with the shock and effort. The baby’s adorable little face was staring upwards in surprise from between Paige’s teenaged thighs.

Suddenly April felt something tighten and cramp within her. “NNnnnggghh! ..” she groaned with the pain. “OOoooohhhh! …” and she leaned back grabbing at her loose and swollen tummy.

“Ohmigod Mommeee! … What’s wrong!! …” cried Paige anxiously, as her mother’s puffy, battered vulva began to ooze dark red clots of blood.

“OOoofffffff …” April panted, squirming uncomfortably with her renewed contractions. “It’s the afterbirth, darling … Oooohhhh! … Hhhnngggghh!! … Got to push! …”

“Mommeeeeee!! …” Paige wailed, “Help meeee!! … It’s coming again! … OOOooohhh!! … HHHHhhnnnnnggggghhhh!!! …” and both women were now straining their legs apart, thrusting their hips urgently forward towards each other.

“OOooooooowwwww!! … “ Paige shrieked, “Oh God! … HHHHhhnnnggghhhh!!! … It’s not moving!! MommEEEEEEEE!! … I need you! HELP MEEEEEE!! …”

“Can’t right now, sweetie,” April gasped, reaching between her bloody thighs for the cord protruding from her gaping sex. Her womb was contracting sharply now and she could feel a squishy mass moving down her channel.

“Ooohhh Mommeeee!! Mommeeee!! …” Paige was crying, her limbs flailing in panic as she found herself stuck with her baby’s head poking out of her tender vagina. Then “… OOOOoooooo!! …” Her eyes bulged in shock as her mother’s entrance stretched out again and a heavy, round, veiny mass pushed out.

“Aaaahhh! … Aaaaahhh!! …” April gasped, stretching herself wide and tugging on the cord to draw her afterbirth clear.

“AAAHOOOOOOO!! …” echoed Paige in astonishment, for the panic stricken twisting of her pelvis had released the shoulder of her baby and it now shot like a projectile out of her tight young vagina, splatting meatily into its half-siblings placenta which, at the same instant, plopped wetly from her mother’s rather looser sex.

At this unkind collision the new-born set up a lusty wail.

April put aside the red spongy mass which had nurtured her precious infant son, picked up her new grandchild, a girl, and handed her to Paige who was still puffing and blowing from the shock of delivery. She helped Paige lift her top and bare her swollen, jutting breasts, streaked beneath with the red stripy marks of motherhood. Two thick, crimson nipple stalks stood high on her chest, quiveringly erect, and April showed Paige how to bring the baby’s mouth to one of them. Paige gave a little mew of pleasure as the baby instinctively turned and gulped the plump teat into her tiny mouth.

Reaching to the back seat, April was at last able to return her new son to her own much lower dangling breast, which was already dribbling milk from the arousing sight of her nursing daughter.

Paige cradled her baby above an abdomen which, resilient with youth, was already much flattened, even though she had yet to expel her afterbirth, while April rested her suckling son on her ageing belly, still round and swollen although softened now with the emptying of her womb. She wondered whether, at her age, she would ever again recover a proper flatness to her tummy.

For a time the two women sat, feeding their babes, nipples stiffened with pleasure by the softly sucking mouths, vaginas throbbing and sore from the cruel punishment they had endured.

“Mommy,” Paige puzzled at length. “Was this the consequence or the reward?”

“Both, I think, my darling,” was the reply.



The End

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