Unwed Mother

Unwed Mother


As I answered my back doorbell I saw a young teenage girl naked and bent over in pain. I recognize her as Dhani the little girl from next door. I always thought that Dhani was a unique way to spell Danny. As I helped her into the house I couldn’t help but notice that she was very pregnant. I had wondered why I hadn’t seen her running around the neighborhood as usual.

Dhani tried to explain things in between her contractions. She had told her mother about having contractions that morning but that her mother had said it would take all day before the baby would come and went to work. It hadn’t taken a half-hour for her water to break. She was scared and didn’t know what to do so she came to me.

I immediately dialed nine one one and asked for an ambulance. The emergency operator kept me on the line. Dhani’s contractions were so close together that I wound up delivering the baby myself right there on my kitchen floor with a lot of help from the emergency operator on the other end of the line.

I had never seen anything like it in my life. I was only thirty-two years old but I thought that I had seen it all. On Dhani I sure had. I saw her pussy open up large enough to pass a baby through it. I had seen her swollen breasts heaving during her contractions and when she pushed. I saw the look of pain in her face. Then the baby came out and I was told not to cut the cord. This fifteen-year-old girl then smiled up at me and promised to pay me back with sex.

The ambulance finally arrived. The crew checked her and the baby out, wrapped both mother and daughter in blankets, and then carted them off to the hospital. I called work, explained the situation, and went to the hospital myself to be with her.

Dhani was really a very special girl. I wish that I had gotten to know her before. I knew her mother Donna though. Donna and I had grown up together and were the same age. Except Dhani’s mother had gotten mixed up with the wrong crowd, gotten into trouble, and also had gotten herself knocked up.