reasonably comfortable before directing her attention to the screen. The feature was in the middle and she had no idea what was going on, but she was bored with everything, anyway, so it didn't really matter.
From the corner of her eye, she caught movement and looked up to see a man settling into the seat next to hers.
'Uh, this seat isn't taken, is it?' the man asked.
'No.' Eva answered, looking quickly back to the screen.
Every other seat in the row was vacant, and every seat in the next row, and the next, and the next. In fact, there were less than a dozen people in the whole theater.
Eva stared straight ahead for several minutes, pondering where she had seen the man before. Then it came to her; she had caught a glimpse of him from the corner of her eye when she was window shopping on the next block. She remembered now that he had been staring at her. She had thought nothing of it at the time, but now she realized that she had had the feeling of being watched for some time. Her heart quickened and missed a beat. The man had followed her into the theater and had the nerve to sit in the seat next to her. Her pulse pounded in her temple. She wanted to take another look at him in case she had to identify him later, but didn't dare.
'I've been dying to see this picture,' he said. 'It really should be fabulous. Don't you think?'
'Yes, I guess so.' Eva answered without turning her head. She could hear him fidgeting around in his seat.
They sat in silence for five, maybe ten minutes.
'I hope it follows the book. It's a fabulous book. Have you read it?' he finally said.
'No.' Eva answered, again without looking at him.
'You should. It's well worth the time.'
'Yes, I suppose so.' Eva said.
'Am I annoying you? Would you like me to move?'
'No, it's all right,' she said, taking a quick glance at him. He was young, probably younger than she, and rather good-looking. Her mouth felt dry and she licked at her lips.
'You're… you're beautiful, ma'am. I think women are at their prettiest when they're, well…'
'Yes, go on.' Eva said, her face flushing, her heart pounding wildly.
'When they're… when they're carrying a child,' he blurted.
Eva smiled and looked into his eyes. 'You can say it, pregnant isn't a naughty word.'
'Yes, pregnant. I should have said it to start with. You must be pretty far along, ma'am.'
'Oh, only the sixth month or so.' She giggled then. 'I still have a ways to go.'
'I'm just fascinated with women in your condition, pregnant I mean,' he said. Eva felt his arm brush her neck as it crept stealthily across the back of her seat. 'Gosh, I'd have bet that you were more than six months along.' His arm was around her now, and he let his hand drop lightly onto her shoulder. Her heart pounded beneath her swollen breast. 'Could I… would you mind if… you wouldn't scream if I put my hand on your tummy, would you?'
'No, I guess it would be all right,' she said hesitantly.
He put his hand flat on her stomach. 'I probably shouldn't say this to you, but I get terribly aroused when I see a pregnant woman,' he said, moving his hand gently back and forth.
'What do you mean, aroused?'
'You know, sexed-up. It gets hard. I've been like this for quite a while.'
'What do you suppose causes it?' Eva asked.
'My mother, I guess.'
'Your mother?'
'Yes, when I was twelve years old she was carrying my sister and she would let me feel her big stomach. My mother was very beautiful. She still is.'
The boy was getting very excited, his hand moving in a circular motion, a motion that slowly hiked her dress higher and higher until her legs were bare almost up to her crotch.
'How old was your mother then?' Eva asked. She was enjoying his affair with his pregnant mother.
'Oh, about twenty-five, I think. When she was in the late months she got to… well, needing it, I think.'
'Needing what?' Eva said, knowing full well what he meant.
'Sex,' the young man said.
Eva was in a daze of excitement. I'm needing it, too, she told herself.
'You probably won't believe this, but one day she opened her blouse and let me feel her. She sure had big ones. Yours look big, too.'
She turned her face up to his. 'God, honey, kiss me,' she moaned. He kissed her long and hard, and expertly, too; not like the timid youth he appeared to be. While his tongue worked inside her mouth, she undid the buttons on her blouse. When they broke the kiss, she had her blouse all the way open. 'God, honey, suck me,' she cried, her hand going behind his head.
Her tits were huge, round and swollen with milk. The boy gasped and leaned toward her tit, quickly taking a nipple into his mouth.
'Oooooh, I like that.' Eva sighed. 'It's been three months since I was loved. Pregnant women turn my husband off. He won't come near me.'
The young man raised his head. 'The fool,' he said. 'Would you like to come to my place? There's no one there.'
'Yes… no, I wouldn't dare,' she said. 'Just play with my tits and make me hot.'
His hands cupped her tits while his mouth caressed the nipples into hard knobs. She closed her eyes and let her head hang back, her breath coming in short gasps.
'My mom couldn't control herself, finally,' the boy said, 'and just took all her clothes off in front of me. She laid down on the bed and had me kiss her… you know, between the legs.'
'Oh, Jesus, Jesus!' Eva cried excitedly. 'Put your hand between my legs!'
The boy felt his breath catch in his throat. He had been following pregnant women for years, but nothing like this had ever happened before. He put his hand on her thighs and slid it up to her crotch. She was naked under the skirt.
Eva saw his look of surprise and smiled. 'I haven't worn any undies for weeks. They're too uncomfortable. Oooh, I'm so hot, honey. I wish I bad the nerve to come home with you, but I don't.'
She spread her legs apart and he moved into the hair. It was soft and fluffy on her mound, but very wet around the lips of her cunt. He put one finger between the fat lips, nuzzling gently until he found her pussy.
'Push it in deep, deep,' she moaned.
His mouth moved over her neck, her ears, her throat, her breasts, and then up to her lips, his finger plunging slowly in and out of her cunt. She moaned again and thrust against his fucking hand when the second finger went in.
'My dad was gone a lot and Mom really had the hots,' he said, nipping first at one nipple and then the other. 'I shouldn't tell you this, but a couple of weeks before she had my sister, she got so hot she couldn't stand it any longer and she… she let me fuck her.'
'Oh God, oh Jesus… you bad, bad boy.' Eva moaned. Her hand fumbled at the heavy lump in his lap. 'Would you like for me to… to play with it?' she whispered.
'Yes, yes!' he said.
She got his fly open and brought out his hard cock and started slowly jacking him off. She almost swooned. It had been so long, and she so loved the feel of a man's cock in her fist. It felt so hot in her palm, and pulsed and jerked when she slid up and down the shaft. His prick was big and long and so hard, and she realized how much she had missed feeling a prick. It was unfair of her husband to hold out on her, and he deserved what she was doing now. She liked his cock, too, but she realized she liked this cock better, at the moment, at least.
She started coming and hunched against his hand, unable to suppress the grunts and groans. And then when he pushed a third finger all the way into her cunt, she came again, hard and almost painful, but wonderful, excruciatingly wonderful. Her hand flew on the boy's prick.
The boy straightened in his seat and went rigid. When she felt the first hot spurt run over her hand she lost all self-control and started to cry. She bent over and took his cock in her mouth, the tears running from her eyes, her mouth puffing the boy's sweet cum from the end of his cock. With the taste of jizz in her mouth, she came
