I slept, undisturbed for a change, in my own bed for twelve hours straight. I must have needed the rest. My body needed to recover and my mind was playing catch up. When I emerged from my bed it was very clear my parents were just as tired as I was. The last few months had been a rollercoaster for all of us but they looked like they hadn't slept at all! But they were happy enough and when I made my excuses to leave the house and head next door, they knew the reason why. My future awaited me, in one way or another, inside the house of our next door neighbours.
On arrival I was greeted by Sophie, and she also looked like she was in need of rest. We stood silently for a moment, and I studied my girlfriend's mother. She could easily be described as cute and innocent-looking with very pale skin and light freckles on her nose and arms. Her thick, dyed blonde mane disguised the natural red hair she had passed onto her daughter's. It fell in waves around her freckled shoulders and her smile made it clear she was pleased to see me. Sophie was definitely not innocent! She was a powerful business woman, a matriarch, and I was totally smitten with her. She smiled at me when she saw me. She wasn't wearing makeup and rarely did, she simply didn't need it. She wasn't just pretty; she was stunning, even while looking tired and disheveled. The freckles weren't a turn off. Instead I found myself imagining her naked, wondering how many she had and where they might be; the idea of rediscovering them became very intoxicating. I needed to be better than this. I needed to be strong.
"Good morning! I'm so pleased to see you. Did you sleep well?" she asked. Her voice was soft, warm and inviting.
"Yeah, I only woke up a short time ago. I… I was hoping to see Jessica," I responded.
Her arms fell to her sides. The front of her robe fell open to show her cleavage, displayed prominently in a sheer red teddy that barely held them.
"She's had a bad night, the side effects haven't been kind to her and she's been quite ill. But she's sleeping now. But… Why don't you come in and keep me company? Joseph and Rachel are on a shopping trip and will be out all day… they have a certain someone's birthday to buy for,” my beautiful nextdoor neighbour smiled at me. I would be nineteen soon, back to being a year older than the twins. “I’m keeping an eye on Jessica. Please, Jeff? Come inside and we can wait for Jessica to wake up together."
Music was playing softly as I followed her into the kitchen and I sat at the breakfast table while she brought us some coffee and a plate of cookies. We reminisced about the previous day, and the culmination of the plan to remove Jerome from our lives. It was the night of our lives with so much on the line. We emerged from that ordeal changed people… and I wasn't sure yet if any of it was worth it. Jerome had revealed his true nature and had been arrested and was facing serious time and Ellen, his fiancée, had shown a vulnerability that I hadn't seen since… Well, ever! It would be unlikely I would ever see my ex-girlfriend again, which was fine by me. Even the thought of her sent shivers down my spine. She had hurt me in unspeakable ways… and in return I had hurt her but, at the end of it, she was the one who understood me best. We were good together for a reason, I guess? Even though our relationship nearly destroyed me. I was still decompressing everything that happened last night; I had hoped talking things through with Jessica would ease my mind. Rachel, her twin sister, had rejected me, told me that she loved me, then rejected me again. A relationship with Jessica's twin was always going to be difficult but… I still wasn't sure which twin I was in love with. The heartbreak I was feeling probably meant I was in love with both of them. And Jessica… Jessica and I had already been through so much together… She loved me and I loved her. She had forgiven me and I needed to forgive her for deceiving me and swapping places with her sister… for hiding their plans to snare Jerome… for breaking her promise. And she was forgiven. She had forgiven me for all my many transgressions.
In her I knew I had found her partner for life. We had been separated once before, but somehow, we found each other again. Was it fate? Were we simply just meant to be together? I didn't know. No one knew. I tried to stop thinking and tried to enjoy the feeling of freedom that our success had bought us. Ellen and Jerome could no longer interfere with our lives. But her big sister, for some reason, still dominated my thoughts. To me, she was like cocaine. I had become addicted to Ellen and I couldn't stop my mind from focusing on her. I couldn't stop thinking. I couldn't stop thinking about her. The thought of never seeing her again killed me inside and that horrified me. I sensed Sophie's eyes on me. I looked up at her. My pupils dilated. I could feel my heart thumping louder and faster in my chest.
"What is it?" She wiped a tear that escaped her eye. "Hey... What's wrong?"
"I don't know what to do." I whispered.
The music faded into the background as she looked through my eyes into my saddened soul. "You don't need to do anything. You've done so much… Just be patient. Rachel will see sense. Jessica will recover. Even Eleanor might forgive us… in time. Just give it time."
She kissed me but her lips quivered when she broke the kiss. Sophie was worried. We had risked so much. Jessica was in bed. She had been drugged by Ellen's boyfriend, we were warned she wouldn't be herself for the next twenty-four hours. Rachel, her twin sister, had been molested and forced by the rapist and then there was Sophie… their mother. The matriarchal keystone to the family, my guardian angel, my saviour…
"Whatever happens, remember I'm her for you. I'm carrying your baby." My whole body went still. Then my jaw clenched, and I set the mug down slowly on the kitchen table. Her blue eyes sparkled, breath shaky. "You're my Baby Daddy. I'm pregnant with a baby I shouldn't have. You gave me a precious gift and I will always be in your debt. This is the beginning of the best chapter of your life, not an ending, not a complication."
I had impregnated her. I had given her a part of myself. I had made her mine. Something fierce and tender flickered in my eyes and I pulled her protectively into my chest, wrapping my arms around her tightly, protectively, moving my hands up her back to her neck, her throat, down her chest resting above her stomach.
"I know," I murmured. "I still can’t believe it happened.”
"It was our miracle." She took my hand and placed it over her belly. "Our baby's in here," she whispered. "My womb... carrying our future. We are joined. I belong to Joseph but my heart is yours. You made me whole. You fixed my family. My husband couldn’t be happier. The twins understand. Please don’t feel you have to make a choice. We are family. All of us. I have a part of you inside me but we are all part you… all of us; Me, Jessica, Rachel, Joseph… our son… even Ellen. You are part of us. We love you. Unconditionally." Tears welled up in her eyes, but she was smiling. Glowing. "I wanted this more than anything," she said. "To be yours. To grow this for you. Be full of you for the next nine months."
His eyes sparkled again; with need. Hunger. Devotion.
"I will stand by you," I said gently, "I have responsibilities now..."
She whimpered, already aching. "No Baby Daddy, your responsibility lies elsewhere… with Jessica… or her sister."
She sat back in her chair, sunlight flickering across her skin. Her robe was still hung open, revealing the soft swell of her breasts--already a little fuller. Her body would change. We both knew what we had done. What was growing inside her. She placed her hand over mine… over where our child resided and held it there.
“That’s the problem… I have feelings for Jessica… and Rachel! Yesterday… with Ellen… I discovered I still have feelings for her too. I’m broken, Sophie. I need time to heal and work it all out.”
"You’re young, Jeff. You have time. I’m sorry I didn't reach out sooner." She turned her attention to me. "I knew Ellen was trying to control you. I know the twins messed with your head. That must have hurt."
I held my hands loosely on my thighs, afraid of moving them anywhere else. My lips were so dry I might have been hiking in a desert without water. It had hurt. I couldn't say that. I simply tried to maintain eye contact, which she was managing to do as well, for the most part.
She continued, "After all you went through over the last few months, I know I hurt you. And I'm sorry."
Tears pushed themselves back to the edge of my eyes, and I forced them to retreat. No, I’m not reliving this. Not again. Not now.
"You didn’t hurt me. You saved me. I fell in love with a married woman that night."
Her smile was strained. Perhaps she was fighting the emotion of the moment, too. I was now too twisted upside down and turned around to know where this conversation was going, but was holding fast to the conviction it wasn't an ending. Perhaps a beginning. Or something in between.
"I know." Her gaze dropped to my lap before slipping down lower, to some place between us. "I left in a hurry. That first time. I was so... ashamed."
"Why?"
She dragged her focus back to me. Tears threatening rain in her small orbit.
"I'm not that girl. I'm not supposed to be that girl."
"What girl is that?"
Her expressions grew more animated as she loosened up into the topic at hand, one I now understood had held her back from me for weeks.
"A woman who fantasizes about things I have no business fantasizing about. A middle aged woman about to turn forty and has dirty thoughts about boys half her age. A woman who thinks about herself!” Sophie never vocalised her regrets, and I could see that maybe like Ellen… Like me… she also had her own darkness to deal with. “Jeff, I put my needs first. I listened to my heart rather than my head and I let myself believe… I could immerse myself in an inappropriate relationship with you. It was selfish. I didn't think about the repercussions for you, or my family. What we did… what I did… was forbidden; Taboo. I wanted to rip you from my eldest daughter's influence… but not for the right reasons. The twins were playing mind games with you. We ended up in bed together and you took me as a lover."
"Do you think less of me because we slept together even though I was seeing your daughter? Because I… we… ended up being intimate so quickly?" I moved my head to grab her attention and snagged it, forcing her to look me in the eyes. Was she blaming me for our illicit affair?
Her head shook. Soft, subtle. Her long blonde hair waved against her shoulders. A gentle tide rolling in. "I don't think less of you, Jeff. Not you. Not at all. Being with you was what I needed. It was even what you needed to break away from Eleanor. I would do it again! You think you’re broken… but I’m corrupt! Evil!"
Her anger rose to the surface. It grabbed her. Now I understood. This was a battle. She was fighting forces from all sides. And I understood because I was no different.
"You don't get it,” she said, recognising my pensive expression, “Let me explain; My father left us when I was young. I was raised by a strict and powerful woman. I wasn’t a good girl. Not always. Like Ellen, I wanted to rebel. My Mom taught me to be self-sufficient and remain in control… especially of the men in our lives. She passed away when I was your age. I was left to figure the rest out for myself. Fortunately I had Joseph and he had me. He understood my Mom… her ways… her madness… and how it shaped me. We had each other. I raised my girls to think that way, and they get it. Jessica and Rachel are good. Eleanor was always wild and rebellious, running with one guy after another, just like I was. I recreated Ellen in my image… as I am the mirror image of my mother. She is who she is because of me.”
The pain and anger that swirled in her heart pierced me suddenly with that glare.
"You never gave up on her, Sophie. She may not thank you but she is better off today than she was yesterday. You are right; you are family and you would do anything for family. Even after everything she did. You never gave up on her."
"And you never gave up on her either. I still hope… one day… you might forgive her too… and redeem her."
“I think Ellen and I are probably too similar. Too angry. Too bitter. She hurt me but ultimately I hurt her in a more painful way. I took everything from her… even her family. She’ll never forgive me.”
“But you would forgive her, wouldn’t you? I'm thinking you already have. I saw it in your eyes when you confronted her and again when we threw her out the house. I even saw it in her eyes yesterday. She knew. You forgave her.”
"I pitied her! Anyway, what does it matter?” I said sadly, “You all paint me as this amazing do-gooder but all I have done is hurt, cheat and fuck everyone. I’m not the angel you make me out to be! You would all have been better off without me in your lives.’
"You’re so very wrong! I see the real you. When I first saw you I knew I had finally met a man who... who is... probably the most perfect guy I've ever known, who was faithful to a girlfriend who didn't fulfill his needs, who couldn't or wouldn't or whatever, and you still tried to remain faithful, all the way to the end and even beyond! You made me feel so loved, so comfortable, confident, secure and..." She choked on the rest of the words. Tears trickled down her cheeks and she appeared as a lost, desperate woman alone in a vast sea, hoping for a life vest. A saviour.
"And... what?" I asked, gently.
She searched for the words and finally found them. "Free. You always make me feel free. Like I can explore things with you I could never have imagined. Like I can finally be the woman I'm supposed to be.”
I removed my hand from her tummy and sat back in my own chair. "When I got home after we made love that first night, I replayed our conversations over and over. I was so embarrassed by what I said and what we did."
"Why?"
"Because... My parents taught me to do the right thing by people, to always help, to be kind and generous… but that comes at a price. It’s not that easy. So I have to juggle everyone else's needs and sacrifice my own. I bottle everything up because there's no time to deal with it all. You came along and allowed me to unload that burden. But what we became? I'm not supposed to be that kind of man. You’re my Mom’s best friend. You’re twice my age! Us… being together sexually… it was wrong. But I knew… I needed it. I needed you."
"But what's wrong with it? What's wrong with fantasies? They can be healthy."
"I... I don't know. Maybe fantasies should stay as fantasies. We made ours real…" I watched her eyes drift down to my lap.
"Maybe you're right but does it matter? We all wear masks to hide what we're really like inside. Jeff, ever since that night, I haven't stopped thinking about the man you are, things you said, the things we did."
"Which things, exactly?" I enquired, genuinely interested.
“I was intrigued. It was like I fell into your gravity. Everything just resonated with me. Like you saw through my mask. You saw the woman I was, not this fake facsimile. It was like you were meant to be there, in my life, holding up a mirror and showing me… who I was supposed to become. Age didn't matter. I've spent forty years living my life but my eighteen-year-old daughter’s boyfriend was the only one who really saw me. It was like a spell was broken. No longer enchanted I could see everything and everyone for who they were rather than who they pretended to be. Even you, Jeff. Yes, I understood about your shyness and sexual attraction and all that, but I also knew about desire and lust and how powerfully amazing it can feel when unleashed. I knew I was falling in love with you. So I let myself fall.”
She blushed even deeper as she tore her gaze from my swelling member. I shifted, at least subtly. to try and hide my bulge. My cock rocked with my motion as did my balls. She looked back into my eyes.
She nudged her chin toward me. "This. Seeing you... like this. You make me feel young. You make me feel appreciated. Your love is cleansing. It warms my soul."
"That’s what Ellen always said. She always felt cold… I made her feel warm."
Sophie nodded and swallowed, not taking her eyes from mine.
"Maybe Eleanor and I are even more alike than I realised? Maybe she needed you after all. Maybe she loved you just as much as I do and always will. She wanted to have your baby… but I beat her to it. I always knew it was something I needed. Maybe that need resides in her too?”
"I thought I loved her. I wanted everything she wanted. Even children. I was besotted with her…”
"When you confessed those things to me, it's all I could do to stop thinking and fantasizing about them. Everything. And here we are. Lovers. Soon to be parents. Family."
"Here we are," I said with some measure of growing confidence.
"Yes, here we are." She was adorable in her struggle to be comfortable with the situation at hand. She sat prim and proper, her knees bent and feet firmly on the ground, hands on her knees, shoulders set back and firm, driving her chest out slightly. I allowed myself the luxury of surveying those curves, spotting the faintest outline of her nipples, stowed somewhere beneath the cotton fabric and a likely thicker bra padding.
For the next hour or so we talked. Mostly about her marriage and the loneliness of the last ten years or so, my school days, my exes, the twins, her cuckold husband and my parents' courtship. Throughout our conversation, I was hard and uncomfortable. Suddenly, Sophie jolted. Then I jumped. Did she hear something? Was Jessica awake? Was Joseph and Rachel returning home? Neither would bother me too much, but I doubted they would be okay seeing me like this. Not now, anyway.
She didn't move much, though. She tilted her head slightly and said, "I know it's a little early, but would you care for lunch?"
Who wouldn't want to enjoy a meal with this beautiful woman? I laughed, followed her lead and together we prepared simple sandwiches. I continued to wax between semi-soft and hard-as-a-rock, and she stole plenty of furtive glances. I couldn't help but admire her firm body and the way it moved in that teddy. We sat back at the table, ate and talked like old friends. For a time, I almost forgot why I was waiting in her home. We cleaned up and Sophie turned and leaned against the counter, damp dish towel in hand, and looked at me with a sly smile.
"I want to ask you something."
"Dad always says, always ask questions. Never be afraid to."
"But I am afraid."
"Oh, okay."
She swallowed and studied her toes. After some time, she finally spoke, soft and delicate. "Would you do something for me?"
I strained to hear her, but made it out. "Of course."
"Do you think you could keep an open mind? In the future… with me… Joseph… the twins… even Eleanor?"
"Absolutely," I answered.
We stood together in her kitchen, the moment dictating everything. I waited and she finally pushed off the counter, as though it was holding up her body and courage and kissed me fully on the lips.
“Am I interrupting something?” Jessica said.
She was standing behind me. Jessica! She had been released from hospital in the early hours and despite having bags under her eyes, she still looked incredible. Jessica's straight almost orange hair hung part way down her back and it flowed so nicely down the sides of her cheeks. She had the cutest young innocent looking face sprinkled with just a few freckles. Her facial beauty was accented even more by her small but perky boobs, stretching her t-shirt and her small frame was already developing nicely with perfectly curved hips. And her legs were a work of art all the way from her feet up to her tight compact rear end. Everything about her was perfect.
"Morning Jessica, how are you feeling?" Sophie asked her as I blushed from head to toe.
"Very tired. A little sore, but not as bad as I felt earlier."
I turned, scooped her up in my arms and held her tightly to my chest. She seemed shocked by the fervour of my embrace, but soon melted into my arms and relaxed. I kissed the top of her head and she knew how much I missed her, with her caressing fingertips responding that she felt the same. I didn't want to let her go, but soon realised she would get uncomfortable with me holding her so tight.
As we separated I felt there was actually reluctance on her part to let go, and my mind soared to the possibilities. I looked into her eyes and pulled her close. She wrapped her arms around me and whispered, "Everything is always better when you are with me." Again I kissed the top of her head and resisted the urge to pull her chin up to allow me to kiss her lips. She sighed and said, "That's nice, but this is what I want…"
The silent gaze we gave each other spoke volumes. Simultaneously our faces closed together and our lips touched, softly pressing together. I could feel both our hearts pounding as our chests came together in our embrace. Her soft lips melted onto mine and our tongues met. A soft moan escaped my lips as our kiss grew in passion.
“Oh Jessica, I'm glad you’re awake. I was so worried. Don't ever do that to me again. I don't ever want to lose you.”
“Jeff, it feels so good to know that it's finally over… and to finally kiss you… without having to worry. You're free! I've been dreaming about you all night long.”
“Jess, it's the middle of the day my love!” Sophie interjected, “I'll make us some fresh coffee and I'll make you a light breakfast. Take things easy, okay. Give her time, Jeff,” she said, addressing me with a cheeky smirk, before heading to the fridge.
“Don’t listen to her. I have been waiting for this for such a long time.” Jessica said as she dragged my attention back to her, pushing me back into my chair. “I promised you… from today onwards I'm yours. Kiss me Jeff, I never want to forget how your lips feel.”
Leaning over me, she brought her lips back to mine and kissed me deeply, our passion building with each passing second. I felt her hand slide down my body, my hand at the back of her head, fingers running through her gorgeous red hair pressing our faces together. Our tongues were twisting and probing each other's mouths with a delicious hunger. I held her, kissed her, our hands never stopped moving. We stayed joined, foreheads pressed, lips brushing, hearts thudding in sync. We didn't speak for a long time. We just held each other while her Mom laid out some toast and fresh coffee.
Eventually, Jessica whispered, "Yesterday you did something so amazing and selfless that it makes me feel giddy to think that I'm actually your girlfriend. You're my boyfriend and I know how lucky I am to have you. The way you looked at me when I left you… I could see your love and I left anyway. I know your heart was breaking. I've been told about how you raced to save me… to save Rachel… and the way you confronted him. When I fell to the ground, before I lost consciousness, my thoughts were of you. I don't ever want to leave this world if you're still in it. I felt so guilty that I’d tricked you, swapped with my sister, and I felt sad… that I might never see you again. But you were the first person I saw when I opened my eyes. Jeff, you've gone and ruined me for anyone else."
I smiled. "You ruined me first."
"What are we like? You know I'm never going to let you go. If Rachel even suspects I'm mistreating you she will claim you for herself! What are we going to do?" she asked, half-joking, half not.
"Move in together," I said. "Eventually get married. We'll have two and a half kids."
"Two dogs?" she asked, laughing.
"And half a cat for our half a kid," I said.
We both burst into laughter. The kind that only happens when your body's still humming and your heart's wide open while Sophie literally radiated joy as she busied herself, cleaning work surfaces.
“I guess things have changed between us now?” She asked, concerned that I might, in the light of day, regret what had happened, “I’ll make sure you know, from this day on, that you are the centre of my world. I won't lie to you. Never again. I'd rather die.”
“Jessica… I'm sorry, but you need to live forever. It's my fault. I needed to trust you all. I gave you good reason to doubt me. I'd rather die than ever disappoint any of you. Both you and Rachel… you put yourselves in danger… for me. You risked everything. I don't think I'm worth it but I promise I will always protect you, and your family… even from me.” I said seriously.
“Don't be silly, it needed to be done… and if you give me a little time to get my strength back I am going to reward you…”
"Being finally free from Ellen and Jerome is enough. I don’t need a reward. I just want you to be happy." I was so blown away by everything that had happened so far this weekend that my mind was refusing to work right and put two and two together.
"You make me happy. I want to make you as happy as you make me… so I… I thought… Well, I was hoping you'd take my virginity tonight," Jessica stammered. I looked around, first at Jessica, then at her Mom, then back to my girlfriend. I wasn't surprised that she had decided to announce this in front of her mother. Things were about as unconventional as they could get!
"There's no one else I'd rather my daughter to give it to," Sophie responded before I could, “but not tonight. You are to take things easy today, you heard what the doctor said? Finally getting it on with your boyfriend here will be the opposite of that, trust me. You need to regain your strength, Jeff is quite… talented!”
Sophie chuckled and Jessica smiled with her. Jessica looked at me and smiled, “I think you are starting to show Mom, either that or you are putting on weight.”
“Hey, cheeky! It's still a bit early for that. I didn't start showing with my twins until the eighteenth week and it's not been sixteen yet. I do think my boobs are starting to increase in size though.” She said looking down at her body.
I followed her eyes, as did Jessica, and saw the forty year old robe covered body, wide in the hips, tits with a little sag, and only a few wrinkles starting around the eyes. She did have platinum blonde hair that she only had to dye occasionally now to hide the fact she was actually a strawberry blonde. Sophie had a fabulous body, tall with a stunning figure. She was blessed with a pretty face, blue eyes, and who could miss those magnificent breasts. Yes, they did indeed look bigger! Her stomach was smooth but sported a now small but obvious hemispherical bump, her ass was shapely and tight and her thighs and calves tapered off to give a magnificent all-round appearance. No wonder most hot blooded men always gave her a second look.
“I think you look great,” I admired and I swear I saw Sophie blush.
“I'm so sorry, Jessica, but you have a day of bedrest ahead of you. Take this flask of herbal tea upstairs with you and we will… take turns to check up on you. That's if your boyfriend can stand being in the company of a pregnant woman all day?” She smiled her wicked smile at me.
“You know he will!” Jessica rolled her eyes laughing, “Don't you dare wear him out! I have plans for him!”
“I'll be good.”
“You had better be.” Jessica leaned up against me and kissed me, a light brushing of her lips against mine as her arms moved higher and wrapped around my neck. At the same time, I opened my mouth to accept her kiss and pulled her hard against me, hands tight on her bum.
Jessica melted into my arms as I returned her kiss, arms hugging my neck as she pulled my face against hers as hard as she could, at the same time she was grinding her hips against me. The fact I was aroused was not lost on the little redhead and her actions didn't help with my restraint as a firm leg pushed its way between mine and rubbed up against my fully awakened manhood. I was squeezing Jessica's bum, our tongues were uncontrollable as they toyed and played with each other. Teasing and enticing. My breath was coming in pants as finally I broke the kiss and said, "If we don't stop now, I'll have no choice but to join you in bed!"
Jessica slumped in my hands, struggling to stand, and I suddenly realised I had taken things too far already. “I’m really, really sorry," Jessica panted, “I'll be better tomorrow.”
"Don't apologise, there is nothing to be sorry for. We have all the time in the world now… I am in no hurry. I'm not going anywhere.”
“Here, let me help you upstairs and back to bed my little Cherry Pie,” Sophie said, taking her daughter's arm and tentatively leading her back upstairs to her bedroom.
As I was finishing my coffee, Sophie reappeared. Now four months pregnant, my nextdoor neighbour was absolutely radiant in her red teddy, partially covered by her robe with the sash cinched just above her baby bump. She was glowing, now in the grip of pregnancy hormones, and I was having a hard time containing myself. She really was carrying my child inside her and she looked… wonderful.
“Jess is already asleep, I’m sorry but she won't be much company to you today…”
"That's okay. I just miss her, I dream about us together… all of us. I can wait for her. I will wait as long as I need to. I've only known her a year but it already feels like I’ve known her all my life."
"You once played together, a long long time ago, you must have been three or four, then twins would have been two or three. Your Mom and I had no idea you might end up being more than playmates. You acted like a big brother around them, you always looked out for them. Even back then their big sister was jealous. You protected them from some of her cruelty. My little Cherry Pie always had eyes for you… it’s so sweet that you miss her. I know you miss the twins. However, remember I’m here if you need me."
"Thank’s Sophie, I appreciate that but I think things will be different now.”
“Yes, I know that… but I don't think your penis has received the memo…” she said as she stared at my straining pants."
“I promised Jessica we would be good.” I laughed, and Sophie smiled her knowing smile.
She looked at me for some time, and then started eating her breakfast without saying a word. I also didn't say anything, and drained my coffee cup. Soon, we finished our breakfast and I sat in my next door neighbour’s kitchen, waiting to be called to action and tend to my sleeping girlfriend. As Sophie began the washing up I took the opportunity to quietly ascend the stairs to see if Jess was okay.
I tiptoed into her bedroom and there she was, my sleeping beauty, her red hair sprawled over her pillow, her duvet tight around her, lying on her side, dreaming. I could see the curve of her body under the covers and thought how nice it was going to be now that we were going to be free to be ourselves. Soon I would be ravishing her body, popping her cherry, and releasing our pent up tension. As I crept forward I could smell her floral scent, even after a late night in hospital and the horrific ordeal she endured yesterday, she still smelled so clean and fresh. I wished I could have slept with her… just to be with her… protect her, as her mother said I once did… cuddled up to her gorgeous body. I sat there watching her sleeping, her eyes darting around in her dream filled sleep.
Less than an hour later, I returned downstairs to find Sophie was back in the kitchen preparing something special for the dinner. I helped where I could but when I became more of a hindrance than a help I went upstairs to watch over her sleeping daughter. She had moved in her sleep and was now on her back, the duvet pushed down revealing her lightly freckled shoulders. I brushed her hair from her neck and she shifted a bit in the bed. I could see goose bumps where my fingers had been, she must have liked it and her body was responding to my touch. After another half hour I headed back downstairs to the woman I had impregnated who was still busy in her kitchen; it looked like she was preparing for an evening feast.
“She'll sleep all afternoon you know?” Sophie said, “You don't need to stay. Rachel and Joseph will come back home this evening, why don't you join us then, for dinner.”
“That's okay, Sophie, I am happy to be here for her… she was there for me when she didn't need to be. I want to be here.”
“Then come with me to the front room where we can be at least comfortable, I'm done here.”
Sophie looked at me and I wondered if I could trust myself with her. She looked so much like Ellen, tall, blonde and slim. She had lovely lightly freckled creamy skin, just like her daughter's that was unspoiled by loads of make-up. She had the most beautiful deep blue eyes, a small button-nose, and her lips were perfectly kissable, giving her a slightly puckered appearance, as if she was ready to kiss anyone who came close enough, and as I stared at her I so wished that it could be me. She was still wearing her nightwear; a silk looking red teddy and a light robe which displayed a discrete amount of cleavage, and as she raised her arms I could see the flesh of her body. I think I was staring but she smiled at me. I have to admit I found her exciting. Each time she turned her head the tendons on her neck would pull up into delicious little ridges and sometimes a vein would stand out, and I just wanted to kiss it. I imagined myself sitting on her lap, just the two of us, somewhere quiet, resting my head on her shoulder and having her play with me. I was besotted with this unavailable, older and very pregnant woman.
“Come on, join me on the sofa,” she said, taking me by the hand and leading me through the house.
We settled down on the sofa and started watching TV. It would be a while until Rachel was due home.with Sophie's husband but she was good to her word. We simply sat together, until she asked me, "What do you miss the most about the twins?"
"Almost everything, but specifically how well we seem to suit each other. Our silly conversations, our shared interests.”
“Is that all?”
“Maybe… the late night cuddling, when they used to sneak into my house" I giggled.
"Well, I don't know about what you teenagers gossip about, but I surely know how to cuddle. So if you don't mind, can I help you with some cuddling?"
“Honestly, Sophie, this is just fine… spending time with you.”
“I owe you…”
“Don't get started with that again!” I laughed, “Anyway, I owe you. Ellen is going to have a criminal record because of me… you should hate me as much as she does!”
“Jeff, it was obvious, even when she had to be restrained by the police, that she didn't hate you. You always brought out the best in her but she got what she deserved.”
“She's still your daughter. I ruined her life.”
“No, Jeff. I ruined her life. Don't you think I don't know what she did to you? Don't you think I don't know what you did for her last night? In the police interviews all you needed to do was mention that she attempted to kill you! I nearly lost my unborn son's father! They would have gone to her flat, seen the evidence for themselves and she would be facing an attempted murder charge. You saved her though she will never thank you for it. You saved her from Jerome and she will never thank you for that either… but I will.”
I was really surprised by her words, I hadn't really considered that, "Well… you don't need to. Family help each other."
She sat up and said, "Please…” tears sprang from her eyes, “Can't you see… I nearly lost you both last night… my lover and my eldest daughter… when you confronted him, standing between him Rachel… I knew he would tear you apart. And you would have let him… to protect my daughter. So please… just hold me?”
She took my hand and placed it on her slim waist as she turned to face me on the sofa. I felt the touch of her smooth skin. It felt like my hand was on bird feathers. She blew a hot breath onto my face, and put her cold hand on my neck. I put my arms around her shaking body as she quietly cried into my loving embrace. The expectant mother looked up at me, her eyes wide, her tears drying upon her cheek and we snuggled close. I was quiet, riding the feeling of her body against mine. It was a seemingly contradictory mix of excitement and relaxation as our breaths fell into a comfortable rhythm.
"I feel so safe in your arms," she said softly, almost sleepily. With each breath we took, time slipped by. Our chests rising and falling created constant light friction between our bodies. Sophie was cozy, and our bodies softly touching in their steady movements brought me to the precipice of arousal. I was nervous that she might soon be able to feel me getting hard. "I'm glad we found each other." She said, snuggling into me tighter.
“We found each other and I got you pregnant!”
"We fell in love, we made a baby. Conceiving our son is a miracle and I will never be able to thank you for what you have done for me, or this family. We've only really had you in our lives for a year and look at how good you have done for each and every one of us. Joseph adores you. Eleanor still loves you. Jessica dreams about you and Rachel…" she looked sad for a moment, “Rachel is not going to be able to let you go, no matter what she says!”
“Why does someone always have to suffer for my happiness?”
Sophie sighed, she still looked tired herself. "I know it must look that way and if I could change things I would. Sometimes you just need to take a little time out and find some perspective. Would you mind if I snuggled with you? I–it would be nice to–to have a little nap, given… well, everything we’ve been through. I had a restless night. I think I need a recharge."
I nodded and crawled to the far side of the sofa to give her more room and patted the seat next to me. "No problem, Sophie. I don't mind."
Sophie smiled faintly and lay down on her side, facing away from me. I scooted back but she chuckled and wriggled against me and drew my arm over her side. "I'm not contagious," she teased. "Just pregnant. Plus, it feels nice to have you here with me. Kind of like old times, eh?"
I nodded and snuggled against her. She yawned again. "Yeah."
"Comfy?" she asked, and looked at me over her shoulder.
"Yeah, fine.”
“I'm so tired, I'll probably fall asleep quickly." Sophie laughed as she cuddled up against me.
"I'll wake you when it's your turn to check on Jessica."
"Great... good..." She mumbled and gradually drifted off.
I spent a good while just watching her, running my fingers gently through her hair. She was sleeping soundly, facing away from me, and the light from outside the big picture windows was soft and pinkish. I could see the full delicious curve of Sophie's upthrust hip and the smooth round globes of her sweet cheeks, and I knew I was lost. Sophie sighed as I stroked her hair, then I lay my head against hers and lost myself in the sound of her heartbeat. As her eyelashes fluttered I smiled, knowing that I was a lucky man, then I too fell asleep with her in her arms, secure in the knowledge that I was finally home.
I woke up feeling a bit disoriented. A strange, warm feminine body lay in front of me, her ass pressing against my "morning wood", a normal result that happened when I woke up these days, regardless of time of day. It must be all the sexual fantasies men have every six seconds or so? It certainly wasn't because I wasn't getting enough sex! The front room was still bathed in daylight, but cozy, and I began to remember where I was, and who it was in front of me. It was Sophie… Sophie! I froze, realising that my hard on was pressing into her ass. It felt quite good, actually, and I hoped that I hadn't disturbed her by pressing against her. I carefully shifted back just a bit to break contact, but as soon as I did, she wriggled back into me. I did it again, and again Sophie shifted back against me.
"Sophie?" I asked in a very quiet whisper. I wondered if she might be asleep. At least, I hoped she was. She didn't answer, so I assumed I was right that she was still sleeping. I exhaled slowly in relief.
What should I do now? I wondered. The feel of Sophie's ass against my hard on was quite pleasurable, and I felt a wicked temptation slowly filter through me. Can I...?
Instead of backing away, I very, very gently pressed forward, into my girlfriend's mother's ass cheek. Ahhhh! That felt wonderful! Then, very cautiously and slowly, I moved my erection against her, enjoying the feel of her soft, rounded cheek against my cock through my jeans. When Sophie didn't bolt upright, I paused, then did it again for a little longer.
Still no reaction, so I pressed ever so gently harder and humped against her slowly.
"Enjoying yourself, Baby Daddy?" Sophie's amused voice stopped me. She scooted back against me deliberately and firmly and wriggled her ass over me. "I don't mind," she said and chuckled. "In fact, I rather like it!"
Sophie turned to look at me over her shoulder. She grinned and gazed at me with a mischievous gleam. "One of the surprise experiences of being pregnant," she said as she pressed harder into me, "is that I get very, very horny!"
I was too stunned to speak, and was enjoying the feel of her too much to put an end to what she was doing.
"After the morning sickness was over, that is," she laughed, and then rolled to look at me face to face. Her breasts pressed against my arms and chest, and I found myself getting incredibly turned on.
"Remember when I caught you jerking off with Eleanor that one time?" Sophie asked me with a sly grin. "You acted like you are now; stunned. But she still continued and made you cum. Remember?"
I did, and it made my cock throb. "Yeah, that all seems so long ago. I came under that blanket while you were still in the room," I said. Just saying it filled me with an incredible rush of lust.
Sophie chuckled sensually. "You looked so scared and aroused at the same time," she murmured and reached down to press on my bulge with her hand. She kept her eyes on mine as she boldly undid my fly, reached inside and caressed my hard on. "My goodness, Jeff!" she giggled. "Is that all because of me?"
She pushed me back and got next to me, kneeling on the sofa while she held my hard cock. Giving me a terribly sexy look, Sophie went down on me, slowly at first but with growing hunger.
"Oh, my God, Sophie...!" I moaned, and put my hand on her head.
Sophie sucked on me hard, running her tongue all over me firmly. "I've recharged and I think your teenage body is in need of some relief," she said as she came up for air. "I am so turned on right now! I am soaking!"
I pulled her up to me and kissed her hard. She held my cock and stroked me the whole time. The married woman then lifted one leg over mine and straddled me, facing me, her eyes never leaving mine. I started stroking her beautiful face, letting my fingertips dance across her sensitive ears and down her neck, being a tease but not going near the swell of her breasts or her panties. This was the hardest thing for me, wanting to be intimate with this gorgeous woman that was laying across my lap but if one of her children came into the room they might catch us.
“Rachel won't be home for hours… Joseph had to drop her off at Uni. He's not picking her up again until this evening…”
I ignored her lightly veiled invitation to sample the pleasures of her body and for the twenty minutes or so all we did was hold each other, lovingly caressing each other. It felt wonderful, I didn't have a worry in the world and the woman I had impregnated was running her fingers through my hair while I stroked her earlobes. Then… our lips finally touched. It was as if the love I felt for this taboo woman had been unleashed and as we made out on the family sofa she kept her hands in my hair while I moved my hands between her legs, still just teasing. It was as if I was learning the curves of her womanly figure all over again, running my hands down the inside of her thighs then back up to her knees. Our lips kissed, nibbled and bit at each other while our fingers wandered. When I reached the intersection of her legs I gave a gentle squeeze to her thigh and then removed my hand from her pliant flesh. She looked at me with lust in her eyes and stood up, leaving me sprawled on the sofa. She must have been reading my mind because she pulled her robe up her legs, exposing her peachy ass to me. Then she bent forward and spread her legs apart, giving me a clear view of her camel toe, perfectly outlined by her cotton panties. I almost came right then. I tried to back up away from her, but she began to unfasten her robe, her eyes never leaving mine.
"I can't do this, I love Jessica… we promised her."
She stood up and turned around, she slowly began removing the robe the rest of the way until she was standing in just her lingerie. She bent over to me and whispered into my ear, "I know you love my daughter, but I want to fulfill your needs. This is our fantasy. You need this, Jeff… and so do I. The way you look at me, the way you watch my ass as I walk. I know you have needs and it is my purpose, for the rest of my days, to fulfill them… and I know, no matter how hard I try, I will never be able to repay you for what you have done for my family… and for this…"
Sophie gently held the beginnings of her baby bump. My unborn child was growing in her womb. My sperm… her egg… seemingly always destined to meet. She had made me into a man and I knew that I would never be able to repay her. I couldn't stop myself and I slowly ran my hands back up her legs to her inner thigh. I slid my hands over her bra before sitting back to admire her body, "You look amazing."
Sophie just smiled at me, “I know you want to give me up,” she said softly, “but… I can't give you up, Jeff. I just can't.”
Her face was so beautiful to me. Sophie and her three girls all shared a sort of resemblance, but Sophie's particular features stood out to me, perhaps it was the learned response to the face of the girl I'd come to know best. Yet, her intoxicating blue eyes showed the slightest indication of anxiety. She looked at me now like a wounded kitten; hurt, but hopeful that I would still be willing to continue our affair. I knew this wouldn't be the last I would see of this particular demon of Sophie's, but for the moment I sought to soothe the reopened wound.
I pulled her into me, wrapping us together in a very tight kiss. I adjusted her so that she was sitting centered on my lap, and pulled her body as tightly into mine as I could. Her belly pressed into me, and I felt from her the sort of intimacy you can only feel from a tight embrace with a pregnant woman: the tempo of her breathing dictated mine. I could feel the reverberations of every excitement, every agitation of her small but obvious baby bump against the insides of my bottom ribs. I kissed her on the neck, and the sides of her temples and her ears and I worked my way down to kiss her breasts, while rubbing that spot between them and the top of her belly with my left hand-,still holding her against me with my right hand. Importantly, I saw the worry dissipate from her eyes for the moment. I needed to make the message clear: no relationship I had with anyone else would diminish how I felt for her. I hoped that this was a message she was hoping to hear. I leaned over to give her another kiss, and a gentle embrace, which had a similar effect on her as the first time. In response, she leaned over to my ear, and I thought she was going to kiss me on it, before she said, "Thank you… I know what you're trying to tell me."
Slowly, taking care not to surprise or startle her, I reached under her chin, and gently nudged her so that she was facing me head on. With no words, I kissed her. At that moment, I felt the gap between our bodies close. I was greeted with her noticeable hip bone against my leg, her shoulder firmly against my own, and her belly against my abdomen. The tremble was still there, but it seemed now to come more from excitement than fear.
Finally she pulled away, and into her pouting eyes, I told her, "You are beautiful, I'm going to be a part of your life for as long as you'll have me." She shook her head, as if she couldn't bring herself to believe it. Feeling Sophie tense up on my lap as the situation progressed, I gave her another kiss, on the mouth, and then said to her, "How do we make this work?"
Sophie seemed startled at the question. Her belly sort of punched against my stomach involuntarily. But she didn't object to the question, and looked at me, taking a moment to study me, clearly preparing an honest answer. And for a moment I was afraid of what that answer might be.
"You have no reason to feel ashamed of who we are and what we do," Sophie finally said, “if you ever feel that it's too much… I'm not like Eleanor. I'm not possessive. I can learn to be less dominant. If I need to… I'll give you up.”
“But what do you want?”
Jessica's Mom looked at me and started to cry again. I got up and came around and knelt at her feet and hugged her.
"I don't know what to do. I'm so ashamed of loving you," she said and continued to cry. Then she slipped to her knees in front of me, placing her hands over her face, sobbing.
My heart was being ripped from my chest. I held her shoulders, unsure what to do now. "We'll get through this." I tried to sound confident. I was a man now. I was going to be a father to her unborn baby but my head was spinning and I was almost shaking. "I can quit college and get a job… you know, to support you and the baby," I said.
Jessica's mother looked at me with surprise and gathered herself. "Oh no, that's not necessary. Joseph is going to support our child… to the world he would be supporting his child… and my job makes enough money so we don't have any financial worries."
I had to admit I felt relief. Yet, I was still concerned about her. "I'm glad Joseph will get the son he always wanted. You're right, we can handle this ourselves. But I need you to understand, you say you're here for me but equally I'm here for you. I love you, Sophie. We made a baby through our love."
I saw Jessica's mother's face turn soft and I saw a look that was filled with emotion. She said, "Jeff, I love you. You are my rock."
“We are a team.” It appeared that I had said the right thing and then I saw her features relax and the tension drained from her.
"Thank you for being so understanding," she whispered, continuing to hold me tight. When she pulled back there was something in her eyes that I had never seen before. The blue of her eyes seemed like deep pools of crystal water shimmering in the morning sun. I could suddenly feel heat and I didn't know if it was coming from her or me. My heart began to thump. Then, like a magnet our lips slowly came together.
I am not sure how long the kiss lasted, a minute or an hour, but it was enough to start my blood boiling. When we parted, I could see that Sophie was breathing heavier and she still had a funny look on her face. I glanced down and saw that her long nipples were hard and poking through the material of her teddy. She saw my eyes. Her face turned red and so did mine. I quickly pulled away, although reluctantly, and went back to my chair, now embarrassed. I think she was too.
"Do you want me to make a proper meal for you?" she said, still breathless.
"No, it's fine." I bent my head and began to drink the now cold coffee.
Sophie stared at me for a few moments … I could feel her eyes but I didn't look up. She got up and went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water. She was composed when she came back to the table. "So, I suppose things are going to be changing around here. I mean with a baby and all … crying, diapers, baby food, etc." She laughed lightly. It was obvious that she was trying to lighten the conversation and reduce the tension that had resulted from the kiss.
"You have plenty of room in this big house," I said. Then I added honestly, "Joseph has done a marvelous job already with the new nursery."
"He is a wonderful husband and he will be a doting father," she said with appreciation in her voice, “he always liked seeing me pregnant. Your father had a bit of a thing for pregnant ladies back in the day. I'm going to have to get some maternity clothes. All the clothes I had when I was pregnant with the twins are long gone. Besides, I doubt they would fit me anymore."
"Why not?" I asked.
She smiled and said, "I've gained a few pounds over the years."
"All in the right places," I blurted.
"Really. You don't think I have gotten… you know… fat?"
If I had been older I would have known that was a loaded question, but instead I was just surprised. I looked at her like she had two heads. Then without being conscious of it my eyes drifted down to her breasts. Her nipples were still hard. I quickly drew back to her face. "Uh… no, of course you're not fat, even for being pregnant. In fact, I think pregnant women are very sexy too. Maybe I got that from my dad?"
"Maybe you did." I flushed but nodded my head.
"I'm learning new things about you all the time," she said and laughed. It lifted the cloud that had seemed to cover the room. I smiled broadly. Then she added, "But I'll be gaining weight with the pregnancy. I remember before I was pregnant with Eleanor, my breasts were quite small, but during pregnancy and after the twins were born, they grew much bigger and, while they have gone down a bit, they never really went back to the way they were. Now, if they grow again…"
I smiled again, trying to keep the lust hidden, but my eyes were drawn to her breasts again. "Sorry, Sophie, but they are great now and will be even better later," I said.
"You're so sweet," she said and blushed.
I could tell her demeanor had changed dramatically in the last few minutes. It was as if the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders. My reaction to her concerns must have been better than she had expected. It seemed that she was coming to terms with the situation and I had helped. At least I thought I had.
"I better go check on Jessica," she said, breathing hard.
I watched her leave, staring at that great ass as she turned, caught my gaze, and smiled at me. My face reddened but I didn't turn away. While she was away I grabbed two cups, put the coffee pot on a tray with some more cookies, and headed back to wait in the living room. When Sophie returned the top of her robe had fallen wide open again. With her wearing a low-cut teddy with a plunging neckline, when she leaned forward to pour us some coffee, the top of her robe leaned forward with her. Mesmerized by the surprised sight of her breasts, as if hypnotized, I couldn't stop staring. Seemingly unaware that she continued giving me a downblouse view of her abundant breasts, and her long, line of sexy cleavage, with her hands wrapped around her cup, she remained leaning forward while sipping her coffee. Then we sat opposite each other, talking. In just a few hours we had become much closer. Not that we weren't close before but suddenly we had a common problem and she was treating me like an adult, as an equal, as a man.
Too focused on concentrating on what I could see of her bra clad breasts, I was unaware that I had a noticeable erection that tented my pants. Even more sexually embarrassing than my noticeable erection. My erect penis pointed at the mature blonde as if she was my object of sexual desire and, indeed, with her beautiful face, her sexy and shapely body, and her perfect boobs, she was. I pulled my eyes away from the opened top of her robe, she stared down at my erection. I saw a look of determination on her face. She said nothing, only nodding toward the seat next to her on the sofa. Momentarily immobilized by the request, I climbed out of my chair and slithered in next to her. Silence. She tipped the drink to that puckering mouth, sipped, and put it back down. I didn't even notice her left arm move until he felt her fingers spreading on my right thigh. I jumped nervously. She dug those fingers in. I looked down, the nails a sexy red as she wiggled them, massaging his thigh halfway up.
"Uh… well… now..." I stammered nervously. "That's… uh… Sophie! We shouldn't!"
She continued to work my thigh in her surprisingly strong hand, never looking at me, not smiling, just diligently going about her business. I gulped, looked closely at the prettiest older woman I'd ever seen, chiseled features, high cheekbones, a dangling diamond earring. She sipped more of her drink with her other hand, I noticed the undulating flesh on that superbly slender throat as she swallowed. Her other hand continued to work its way up my trembling thigh until it brushed the cock stiffening above.
"Fuck, no… uh, Sophie… you, uh… you need to stop!" I mumbled, watching the little finger of that hand come so terribly close to my cock.
She said nothing and now moved her hand directly to my stiff prick encased in the slacks my Mom had bought me a week ago. She oh-so delicately traced over it with her fingernails, teasing it, tickling it, drumming her fingers on it with the gentlest of touches.
"Holy shit," I groaned. "Not now….Sophie! I… uh, I'm not sure..."
And I wasn't sure. At this moment, I wasn't sure at all. But just then, as he thought of his loving girlfriend upstairs as her sexy mother's fingers dug a little harder on his dick, encircling it, pressing it with a hardening grip. I gulped and squirmed and suddenly, as she slowly, agonizingly slowly, stroked my cock, all thoughts of Jess mercifully slipped my mind.
"Oh for fucks sake," I moaned, watching the sexy tendons in her forearm dance under her pale, lightly freckled skin as she moved her hand up and down.
I looked up into her eyes as she moved her hand up to expertly unfasten my belt, unsnap my pants, and slowly unzipped them, all my attention was now intently focused on that silent, proficient hand. Sophie said nothing, and neither did I, dumbstruck, as she fished my cock out of my underwear and encircled it in those elegant, manicured fingers. I could only look down in the darkness at my lap and watch those tendons ripple under her hand's skin as she stroked me. I moaned, quickly looking around to ensure we were still alone and then back at her. That face, familiar and compassionate, looked straight into my soul, but as she stroked my cock, her own sexual urging was evidenced by gently biting her lower lips, eyelids slowly fluttering. "Shit," I thought to myself. "She's getting off on getting me off…"
She jerked me a bit harder now, more urgently, biting that lip with more intensity, never taking her eyes from mine. I felt my balls knot, I knew my orgasm was close. She never stopped looking at me, nor slowed her insistent stroking of my drooling cock.
"Please, not now!" I said in a hoarse whisper, "Maybe you should… should stop… for a minute… slow down… or something..."
The smallest of smiles crossed her lips. She tightened her fingers in a ring around my cockhead, the index and middle finger on its underside, thumb meeting them to complete the circle. Now, she didn't stroke, but only gently, excruciatingly slowly, pulsed them. They were tiny but emphatic little jolts that brought me closer and closer to ejaculation. I realised I was out of air. I had stopped breathing, in our world, this bizarre little sphere of spontaneous sexuality. She kept pulsing her fingers on my cock, harder now, biting that lip again and I noticed a slight squirming as she wiggled in her seat. I watched, looking down. Her gown had ridden up to reveal those spectacular thighs pressed together, squeezing the exquisite outline of her muscle barely visible to my disbelieving eyes. I imagined her pussy, likely swollen and furry, getting wetter with each squeeze, with each pulsation of her hand, those magic fingers, on my cock.
Then I did. The deep, throbbing ache in my cock and balls cycled up to a burning intensity that was nearly unbearable. My breath stopped and my body went rigid as iron. Sophie's wrist action became urgent, the pressure from her hand unendurable, her pulsing fingers sending a sizzling electrical current up and down the skin of my cock. Then, I screamed. I screamed for mercy as an orgasm as huge as a tidal wave burst through me, threatening to tear me to pieces, or drive me insane, or both. My balls clenched, my shaft exploded, and my sperm raced to escape my testicles and erupt from my aching body. Her talented fingers extracted a warm jet of cum that pulsed up from my balls and out of my cockhead. The orgasm seemed to go on and on, and I kept screaming, and became certain I would pass out before it was over as my cock jetted several more ropes of spunk as those fingers danced on my cock, and I sucked in my own lips, biting down to stifle my own moans, and in the ensuing silence, heard the splash of sperm on the coffee table in front of us. I turned my gaze to his right and saw Sophie's beautiful eyes closed now, lids fluttering madly. I had never seen anything more beautiful in my life. She made no sound as she came, those thighs clenching and unclenching, it just happened and ended the second my orgasm did. She stopped the pulsation of her fingers and now slowly twisted them around my sensitive head, sending tickling sensations coursing through it and my entire body. I giggled like a school boy as she worked her fingers on my wilting cock, and felt the remnants of my load coating them.
I gulped loudly, trying to make sense of the senseless, and watched, transfixed, as she finally lifted her hand from under her gown. Her forefinger and thumb were coated with cum and she, still looking straight ahead, lifted them to her face, closing her eyes and smelling deeply, inhaling slowly, a slight smile on her lips. She exhaled just as slowly. She looked into my eyes as she moved her hand to her left, directly in front of my stunned face, holding it there, my fluid lumpy and shining in the dim light. My eyes widened and I did something I had never done before, nor thought of doing, driven by her unspoken request that I do it: I leaned forward and licked her fingers, tasting my own cum, feeling an exhilarating mix of submissive humiliation and unrelenting lust, lapping at them, swallowing, wanting it all and wanting more. As I did, her incredible body almost imperceptibly shivered and I felt those shivers terminating in the fingers at his mouth.
She slowly pulled her hand from my face, still looking straight at me. I sighed, stuffing my cock back in his pants, zipping up, taking my time and trying to figure out what to say, realizing the pointlessness of it. She'd said nothing throughout the bizarre encounter, her silence deafening and exquisitely sexy. She used those still shiny fingers now to lift her drink, slowly draining it, a light from the far side of the room silhouetting her, highlighting the most delicate of hairs on her arm and hand and neck, the flesh on her throat pulled tight as she tilted her head back to swallow. I watched her impossibly sexy throat and wanted more than anything to nuzzle my mouth there, to lick the soft meat of it, to taste her saltiness. For a fleeting moment, I thought she'd lead me to her bedroom where we would have some afternoon delight, making mad, silent love, but then realised with horror that would never be.
“Jeff? Mom! What are you doing?” it was Jessica's voice. Her Mom’s legs relaxed at once as I pulled away from her and turned to face the door. Sure enough Jessica was standing there, obviously stunned by finding her mother and boyfriend enjoying the afterglow of our orgasms.
“Jess, I can explain.” I told her as I stood up and began to move towards her.
“No! You really don't need to! Not anymore…” With those words she turned and ran back upstairs. I turned to Sophie but she was in tears and running in the opposite direction. I was left standing alone in their living room, the stench of sin lingering in the air.
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I looked up the stairs as Jessica hurried out of sight into her bedroom. I looked left to see Sophie dart into the bathroom and slam the door. After a moment of hesitation, I chose to sprint up the stairs after the little redhead. When I reached Jessica's room the door was open but I chose to knock, "Jessica?" There was no answer. I held onto the door handle, fighting with myself. If I went in, how would I even begin to explain what she saw? I need to have self-control. All I was going to do was request that she hear me out. So I stepped inside. "Fucking hell," I murmured as I closed the door behind me.
The delicious scent of Jessica's pussy lingered in the air. What had she been doing in here while I… Oh! Fuck! How long had she been watching? As I approached her the scent was even stronger than the stench of cum downstairs but it smelled just as good. In fact, it smelled exceptional.
"Jessica," I growled. Was she doing this on purpose?
I stopped by her bed, noticing that one leg was not under the duvet but on top of it.
"Jessica," I said, kneeling down and staring at her leg. Jessica was so shapely, even her leg was perfectly sculpted... so female, so beautiful.
I placed my hand on her smooth, soft leg and ran my palm slowly along it, in small circles. "Jessica."
She didn't move, but I knew she was awake.
My hand brushed up her leg. "Tell me to go Jessica, and I will," I muttered, knowing that I had disappointed her. "I know you must be disappointed in me. Tell me to leave and never come back!" I demanded.
At that, Jessica moved, and I froze. She sat up in her bed, clutching her duvet to her and smiled at me. She was smiling.
“Jeff, I know you must be confused… but I don't want you to always be so conflicted.”
“You ran away…”
“I'd just watched you with my Mom… you came… she came… Jeff, I came. I was embarrassed. I heard you cum and it set me off!”
“But–”
"Stop it! Just listen! Do you love my mother?" Jessica asked.
"Huh?"
"Do you love my mother?"
"Jess! What kind of a question is that?"
"I need to know, baby. It's very important to me," Jessica persisted.
"I guess so," I said, feeling rather uncomfortable.
"Good. I know you're a good and faithful man. You have been looking after me and looking out for me ever since we moved in. I have never looked after you. And now, I'm too weak to show you how much I love you… how much I need you. I'm sorry."
"You have absolutely nothing to apologise for, Jessica. I know I let you down. I ruined things with Rachel. I shouldn't be here. I should have just let you recover. Your Mom has been looking after you..."
"As you have, baby," Jessica intervened, “I know you've sat by my bed all morning, just knowing you're there comforts me. But you need to look after her. She's pregnant and worried about the future.”
"I've offered your Mom my support, she said she didn't need it," I confessed.
"No. There are other ways my Mom needs to be cared for. And this is what I want to talk to you about."
"Really?" I was intrigued.
"There are reasons why a man and a woman want to be intimate. True love means you're going to want to do things… in private..."
"Jess!"
"Please honey. I need to explain. For many reasons, we haven't been able to consummate our love. But I'm not the only one who is in love with you.”
“Rachel wants nothing to do with me, she–”
“Rachel is mad about you! But she's not the woman who needs your love right now.” Jessica paused, letting her words sink in, “You came to see me, Jeff and I really appreciate that. You ran up here after me… but you should have gone after my Mom. She's embarrassed. She doesn't need to be. I accepted that she was an important part of your life a long time ago."
"It's so awkward."
"I guess it is, but I need to speak to you about it and ask for your help," Jessica said.
"My help?"
"Yes, honey. You need to have sex."
"Jess!" I gasped, turning red and hot.
"Climb into bed here with me, let's talk.” She said, opening up her duvet and inviting me inside.
She knew I was nervous and as I leaned above her I feared we might go too far. I caught a glimpse of her pyjamas and a hint of her flesh. But the overpowering aroma of her pheromones wafted up the bed to overwhelm me and I felt my blood pressure increase. I lay next to her, on my back, and she turned to face me. I could feel radiating from her perfect pussy. Her arousal was clearly still evident. I wished she understood the power she had over me. One day she would see herself the way I saw her; The most beautiful woman in the world.
“I know you hate it…” she paused, searching for the right words, “you hate all the ambiguity. You hate all these blurred lines. You need order… you are much more like Rachel than me! Maybe that's why you're with me instead of her…?” her voice faded out while she contemplated her discovery, “...they say opposites attract don't they? Anyway, I'm digressing, you need clearly defined rules. None of us have taken your needs into consideration as we all fought over you. You needed clarity and we gave you chaos.”
I moved to lie beside her, propping my head up on my right arm and hand, taking in the vision beside me as I stroked her red hair and gazed into her big green eyes. “I just want to do then right thing. I want to keep everyone happy but… I always make the same mistakes. Like now, with you and your Mom. I feel so guilty…”
“And that guilt eats you up inside. We make you feel like you're not good enough, that you're doing something wrong… when all you really wanted was to do what's right. We’ve all spent the last year making things worse for you, not better. We didn't understand.”
I wanted to cry. Jessica truly was the first woman to understand me. Maybe that was the reason we were together? She was empathic but like all of us, driven by her own needs. It's easy to forget the needs of others when passion consumes you. I had learned that lesson myself the hard way. Perhaps she still hand that life lesson to come?
“I understand now, Jeff. I can't promise you that I won't make mistakes…”
“We’re only human, Jess. I was besotted with Ellen and I let my obsession with her override inhibitions. I did unspeakable things in her name. Then along came your Mom… she saved me, healed me… but ended up just replacing her eldest daughter. I do love her. But then I met you…”
“When I first saw you, I knew…” Jessica sighed, “I had never felt that way before… and I knew I needed to be part of your life.”
“And here we are, sharing a bed.”
“I want to share so much more…” Jessica whispered softly, “I'm like you… I'm no angel. I’m far from perfect. I hate being wrong… Rachel and I blanked you because you discovered we had been tricking you. I was stupid! It was easier for me to ghost you than accept I’d been caught… it was easier for me to pretend not to love you than admit I was wrong. And I absolutely hated seeing you with Ellen. I didn't realise my actions would send you back to that vile sister of mine. I'm responsible for that… and what she did to you.”
“No you're not!” I exclaimed, “I made the choice, no one forced me. I disrespected you and Ellen… she had a way of convincing me that she was the answer to all my problems.”
“She used sex as a weapon. She probably did love you but never understood you… like I do.”
Jessica began to gently stroke my arm as I still absentmindedly played with her hair, finding the strands of white created by her fight with her elder sibling.
“You confronted Ellen when I couldn't,” I replied softly, “you stood up to your sister and she hurt you. You fought Ellen for me… and your Mom saved me from her.”
“But in the end, you saved yourself. You didn't need any of us. That's why Rachel and I needed to trap Jerome and make sure he never harms you again.”
“I need to thank you Jess… and Rachel… and your Mom.”
“And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't jealous of you and my Mom.”
“Then I'll never be with her again!” I blurted, desperate to appease her… to please her.
“No… that's not necessary. I just need to learn to share…”
Then, slowly and to my pleasant surprise, she brought her hands to the top button of the pyjama top and began opening it one button at a time, right to the bottom. She carefully smoothed it out, draped across her tits, still offering some protection from my hungry gaze in the soft lighting of my bedroom. Still looking into those green pools of eyes, I leaned in and kissed her. She brought her right hand up to the side of my face as our soft kiss got hotter. With my left hand, I traced down her face to her neck, our eyes now closed as we allowed our tongues to entwine freely, me with my hand reaching the top of her chest. I kissed her mouth like I had dreamed so many times, as a million different questions I had never dared to ask myself were answered. Gently running my hands down her body, between the two parts of her now open pyjama top shielding her breasts from complete exposure, slowly down her tight, firm tummy, over the indentation of her belly button, I soon reached the pubic-haired barrier that I knew I should not cross. Not now. Not today. Feeling my hesitation, she reached down and put her hand over mine, as she silently, and without breaking the kiss, parted her trembling thighs and guided my hand in between. Her sleeping shorts felt damp… and hot. She didn't stop there and guided my fingers beneath the hem.
“Your touch is like nothing else… I think I'd always know you, by your touch alone…” she breathed, “Sometimes I don't want to share you. I want this for myself. I want you for myself.”
“Say the words… and I'm yours. I want to give myself to you… be faithful to you.”
Before she could reply I began to gently stroke her, spreading her soaked outer lips as she moaned into my mouth, and her hand still covered mine. Her legs spread further as I rubbed her slit from top to bottom and back up as she twitched and gently yelped into our still raging impassioned kisses. I took care not to penetrate her, not wanting my fingers to be the first part of me to break through her soft, velvet folds.
“No… you're right! Please stop…” she breathed. Her hand, still on top of mine, moved up my arm and pulled, willing me to bring my hand back to our faces and I duly complied. “I'm sorry. I'm so horny for you… when I'm better…” she whispered
“I know,” whispered and smiled back at her.
My cock throbbed with each heartbeat, tenting my pants. Her hand, still grasping mine, guided me out of her shorts. She brought my slick fingers to her mouth. And she sucked them clean. The skin tightened at the tip of my cock and a little bit of precum leaked out. Smiling, she leaned forward and licked her nectar from my fingertips, feeling its slipperiness, feeling my little pleasured twitch. When she looked up she saw my half closed eyes looking down at her. I watched her, studying her, as she sucked on my thumb as if it were my cock. She gave me a wry grin; I grinned back and lay my head back down.
She let out a heavy sigh of relief. “Thank you, Jeff. I'm sorry, it must have been hard for you. I mean, well you know. It must have been tempting, I mean. I don't know what I mean. We couldn't do anything now, you know that. But my Mom… She has needs too, and if you want to, I’d like you to fulfill them. But there is something else… something that must be a secret between us, no one else must know,” she whispered.
She turned around to face me, keeping her hips, and her sex away from me. She rested her head against my back, wondering if it was an escape, or a lost opportunity. We listened to the wind blowing, and rain spattering a window.
“It's strange, all this seems so right and very familiar, us cuddling in bed,” I mused.
“You're trying to make me feel better. I know you have needs too and you're willing to sacrifice them… for me. You have no idea how honoured I feel knowing you'd give Mom up for me. You are my knight in shining armour… willing to sacrifice your own happiness… just to appease me,” she said with a sigh. “You're a perfect boyfriend, Jeff. Not many men would be so responsible and considerate, by denying yourself something you have been denied for so long. You'll make a wonderful husband, and I hope whoever you end up with appreciates you. There's no need to make me feel good. I'm in bed with a handsome young man, and at my age, that is pretty good for my ego,” she chuckled.
“You're a beautiful woman, any man would want to be in bed with. All my friends are now so jealous since the pool party. They all say you're sexy,' I said.
“Really? I thought they would think of me as dull, a nerd, I'm too mean to them in class,” she said.
“It's everything. You were always beautiful but you've blossomed. You're petite… cute… you're the envy of all the girls even though they have… more voluptuous figures,” I proffered.
“You mean they have bigger tits. You'd better stop this or you'll ache,” she whispered in my ear.
“Is my girlfriend being naughty?” I asked, and pushed back at her a couple of times.
“You're the one being naughty,” she said with mock seriousness, and tapped my bottom, “spoon with me?”
She turned to face away from me and I cuddled up against her. She felt warm in my arms and she gave a cute little sigh. I nuzzled my groin into her peachy ass.
“I hope the naughty boy isn't thinking of taking advantage of his cute little girlfriend, after upsetting her mother,” she sternly spoke.
I had momentarily forgotten about Sophie. In tears downstairs. Pregnant with hormones all over the place. And once again I had said and done the wrong thing. Jessica wriggled her bum into my crotch and my penis began to throb.
“Just checking,” she giggled.
“It's still there,” I said, “but how it has survived the last year is beyond me.”
“I know you've been through a lot. And I know we are an unconventional family… but you are part of it now. Rachel and I accepted that Mom and you… well you saved each other. You saved her marriage to my dad and kept us all together. She saved you from Ellen. Then, through your love, you gave her the son she always wanted. You completed our family. But more importantly, you are part of every one of us. Even Ellen. You're right, you do have a super power but it kills you to use it. You have the power to make us all happy. All of us. And it destroys you when one of us… isn't happy. My Mom isn't happy, Jeff.”
“Do you want me to speak with her?” I said, “Explain this crazy situation to her?”
“Yes, but there's something else. I need… something from you. Just one thing. One sacrifice. I know I need to make this request clear and understood. I know you need it black and white… no grey. So… Here are my directives: I won't oppose any relationship you have with any member of my family… Even Ellen. You are free to choose who you want to love.”
“That's not necessary–”
“And fuck!” Jessica interrupted me, “You can have sex with whoever you want to. Part of being with me means I need to respect your… intimate relationship… with the female members of my family.”
“That's not right, Jessica.” I lamented, “Your Mom understands! She has your dad and knows our time is up. Rachel has made her position quite clear and I'm never going to see Ellen again! I just want you!”
“And you can have me when I'm fit enough. I just want you to promise me one thing?”
“Anything.” I replied.
“I want you to only cum inside me.”
“Jess! I mean, yes–of course!”
“Promise?" she asked.
“I promise,” I said, and I meant it. Let's face it, it was a reasonable request. My girlfriend was basically telling me not to cum her mother… but anything else was on the cards.
“I know this is a big ask. But let me explain,” she said softly, “I want us to have something special. Something that's just for us. I do get jealous but if I know… you're saving that for me, for when you finally take my virginity, then it will be even more special. I want your cream pie, Jeff,” she said in a husky voice.
“I hope you're on the pill,” I giggled, “or at least some form of birth control.”.
“I am… on some form of birth control,” Jessica replied, with a laugh in her voice and then she manoeuvred her arse cheeks so my now solid manhood was pressed between them. “You have no idea how good it makes me feel to know I can make you hard just by us being close. But I can't go to sleep with you like that. Lie on your back and do something,” she told me.
I wondered what she meant for a moment, then spluttered in comprehension. “I can't do that with you here,” I said, sounding surprised, “and your Mom… she just… I’m spent!”
“Yet there it is, hard and impatient. Shall I do it for you?” she hesitantly asked.
“Wouldn’t you rather just cuddle until you fall asleep?” I casually asked.
“I think I’d like touch it. I saw how she took charge and just ignored your pleas to stop. I still have much to learn… but I am learning, Jeff.”
Jessica reached over with both hands and unbuttoned my pants. I watched her face as she licked her lips and then she slowly started to unzip my fly. The feeling was wonderful as I felt the pressure from her fingers slowly moving my zipper down the length of my erection. When it was fully down, like her mother did with me earlier, Jess pulled the flaps of my pants to the sides. My hard cock bulged the front of my white jockey shorts. She slowly ran one finger up and down the length of it. Then she pulled the front of my underwear over the end of my erection and down to the base of my hardness. She just sat there for a while, watching it throb with my heartbeat.
"It's so big. Just seeing it makes me feel giddy."
I chuckled, “I’m not that big. Some guys are bigger if it's a big cock you’re craving.” I felt her hand stroke my thighs and nudge my sack, getting closer to my erect penis. In one fluid movement her hand stroked up the length of my cock.
"No, this will more than do, thank you. The cocks I've seen don't have this adorable hoodie! You clearly have a cockhead and I love that it only comes out when you’re really turned on!" By the time she had finished saying that, I was fully erect, still fully covered by my foreskin. I felt a soft kiss on my cheek. I quietly gasped as she eased my foreskin down.
"It's my foreskin, it's meant to protect my cockhead and it also helps with sex by gliding back and forth. It's just that– ouch!"
"Oh my god, sorry, you said it could go back and forth, did I hurt you?"
"It hurt a little, my foreskin is a little long and tight is all. It’s okay, just don't pull it back all the way."
"How does this feel? Looks like you get wet like I do,"
And with that, I felt a finger slip into my foreskin. The underside of my cockhead was being touched and stroked helped by the precum making it pleasant rather than painful.
"Jessica, that feels so good…"
"I like making you feel good."
Now I was panting a little, my foreskin making her fingertip disappear and reappear with each push and pull of her finger. Jessica's smile was bigger than ever, she completely removed her finger out of my foreskin.
"You whimper so much when I play with it, is your dick as sensitive as my little clitty?” She ventured, “If I think of it as a big clit then that kinda makes sense to me."
I sat up in her bed and went in to hold her and kiss her on the head, but she jumped up onto her knees and slotted in behind me. Then she tightly grabbed my exposed cock.
"I'm going to slowly jack you off. Tell me where I can safely pull your adorable hoodie down."
She started to pull my foreskin down the shaft, getting about halfway to the head. My words struggled to get out my mouth as I felt my ear being nibbled a bit, so I gently tapped her leg. Stopping her at the right moment. And slowly jack me off she did. She would give me a few strokes, then let go to tease my foreskin, only to give me a few more strokes. I was whimpering even more after a few rounds of this.
"Jessica... fuck..." Her hand clenched and her wrist action increased. Energy gathered in his balls, a searing pressure demanded release. I trembled, every muscle straining against the inevitable.
Jessica's eyes blazed. She dragged her fingers over my exposed cockhead, smearing my precum over my tip. Her whisper was smoke and silk: "You're so close... I can feel it."
My hips snapped upward, helping her, driving into her fist with a frantic, ragged rhythm. Jessica's nails worked their magic, her legs locking around me like chains. And beneath the sweat and heat, I felt it--a subtle, tingling warmth coiling around my shaft. Her magic. Untamed. Barely understood. "Cum for me," she urged, with Ellen's voice,"Let go, Jeff."
The pressure inside me had reached critical mass. I threw his head back, a strangled roar tearing from his throat as I surrendered to the primal urge. My cock pulsed violently once, the release surging through me like a tidal wave. But instead of the explosive climax I expected, the sensation hit a wall. All I saw was Ellen. Sneering at me. I felt a sudden, jarring resistance deep within my core. The pleasure built to an unbearable peak... and then stalled. I gasped, my body rigid, suspended on the precipice. My cock throbbed painfully, hard as steel, but the release remained trapped as Jessica's arm rested and instead held her to me. Pressing herself against my back. There was evidence of the climax she'd felt building.
"What... what happened?" she whispered, reaching out a trembling hand but stopping short of touching my cock.
She collapsed beside me on the tangled sheets, sticky with her own arousal. The single desk lamp cast long shadows across my body, the heave of my chest, my absurd, unwavering erection. "How are you still like this," she murmured, half to herself, "when I'm this exhausted?"
She propped herself up on an elbow, studying me. I closed my eyes and didn't stir. Her fingers skimmed my abs, feeling the muscles jump. My cock twitched in response, as if it had a mind of its own. A shaky laugh escaped her. "Even now? Really?" My eyes fluttered open just as the rain began to hammer against the window and the grey light bled into the room. Jessica was curled against me, her hand resting lightly on my hip "Jeff?" Her voice was rough with weariness and worry. "I'm so sorry I couldn't get you off. Are you... okay?"
I stretched, muscles protesting. His cock, still painfully hard, brushed her thigh. I saw her flinch. "I'm fine," I rasped, his voice scraped raw. "You're just... exhausted. And tense." Jessica traced a finger down my chest, avoiding the obvious. "Why didn't you... finish? I tried...
I caught her hand, pressing it flat over his pounding heart. "It's not you, Jess. You were incredible. I felt it. All of it." He guided her hand lower, letting her palm rest against the base of my straining cock. It jumped under her touch. "See? Still feeling everything."
She pulled her hand back as if burned. "But you didn't cum." Tears welled.
"Stop." I pulled her close, her cheek pressed against my shoulder. Her skin was warm silk against mine. "It's me. My choice. I guess I'm tired too."
Jessica lifted her head, eyes searching mine, “Sorry, Jeff. I’ve disappointed you,” she said, sleepily.
“You never, ever disappoint me.”
I pulled my shorts back up over my erection, then she smiled and laid down next to me, on her side facing me. I did the same; I rolled on my side looking at her. My right arm was under her, and I pulled her close to me. We started kissing. I caressed her breasts with my fingers. She rubbed my chest with her hand. Jessica kept her distance. I knew she felt the same urges as me, to cuddle me, and do far more. But it would have to wait. I would have to wait; frustrated with a raging hard-on. The feeling of wanting to hold her close, to comfort her, was almost overwhelming. We just lay there together, listening to the rain. It was true, everyone was abnormally tired this morning, even my Mom and Dad looked like they had barely slept. But we were all happy, this was only day one of the rest of our lives. I was spent and tomorrow would be another day. Thinking of my parents helped calm me down, and I lost my erection. Jessica relaxed a little but I could tell she still had something on her mind. “Jeff?”
“Yes Jessica,” I replied softly.
“You can't cum for me because you feel guilty, don't you?” Jessica asked, then finding her nerve she blurted, “I’m sorry that I’m not ready to have sex,"
"Don’t worry about it, Jess. One day. When we are both ready. Not today."
"I know. I have to talk to you about us and how we can help my Mom." Jessica took a deep breath. "My mother and father used to have lots of sex. I mean they really enjoyed fucking each other when Rachel and I were young. We would hear them at it all the time. It wasn’t embarassing… it was kinda wonderful to know they still loved each other that much. But in recent years, until you came alone, they stopped having sex," Jessica paused again. Hearing herself speak so explicitly to me was making her head spin.
“She’s told me this story herself, Jess. Your parents were going to divorce because of it. But your dad… he is an unusual man. I knew your Mom was looking for… someone to replace your father. The whole Ellen thing made it easy for us to become close. I’m not sure if I seduced her or she seduced me… but we ended up in bed together. Secretly. Behind your father’s back… or so I thought.”
“After you slept with her, Mom changed overnight. We are an unusual family, it’s not just my dad. Mom was honest with him from the very beginning. She told him she was having an affair and my dad… he seemed so pleased to see my Mom so happy again. It made him happy. They both told Rachel and I that she was now having a secret sexual relationship with you. I think that was because she knew how we both felt about you. We accepted it without question. Do you want to know why?”
“Definately!” This was turning into my own personal therapy session. Perhaps Jessica felt she needed to get all of this off her chest before we could… become something more ourselves.
“Because after every time she sneaked across to your house, you fucked each other. Every time you fucked my Mom you took another step away from Ellen, and Rachel and I wanted that more than anything else in the world. But…” she paused as my mind tried to keep up, decompressing this new information, “when she returned home from her marathon sex sessions with you... Mom and dad… they started having sex together again. In fact, they were perhaps even more vocal than they used to be. I think my dad liked the competition!” She chuckled. “And he really loved you all the more for it. That’s when you became a part of our family. My father accepted you and you became part of… us.”
“Joseph likes it when your Mom takes control… in the bedroom. She would deliberately have me cum inside her so she could take it home to him.” I said without embarrassment.
“That makes a lot of sense. It’s called being cuckold. She took your creampie home to my father. Jeff… I long for you to give me one. Save it up for me?” I blushed and my penis immediately returned to full mast, tenting her bedsheets. “They had been trying for a baby forever. You fell in love with my Mom. You made love to her. And you gave her the one impossible thing she needed to make her happy. You put your baby in the womb that made me. And that makes me so very happy. I’m going to have a baby brother because of you. I still have a Mom and dad… because of you.”
“I cheated on you… and Ellen… I’m nothing special. It's just biology. I put my sperm into a woman twice my age and it fertilised her egg! I ruined lives with my bad choices!”
“No Jeff!” She scolded me, “You were forced into making impossible choices and you did everything with love in your heart. Even with Ellen, but she abused it, the psychotic bitch! You suffered. And we all see how much all of this weighs down on you. You want to do the right thing… but Jeff, you’ve been doing the right thing all along.”
“It doesn’t feel like I’ve done the right thing,” I huffed.
“I know,” Jessica said sadly, “It’s now my job, as your girlfriend, to make sure you know… you're a wonderful human being… the best man any girl could wish for. I know I'm very lucky that you chose me.”
I wondered if she was meaning how close I came to choosing Rachel. Or if she was letting me know that she knew I still had feelings for Ellen? Why did that woman still haunt me? "You chose me again, just now, over my mother. Didn't you?”
“Today is your day. You come first.”
“I know, and I can't even explain how much that means to me… but… I'm of no use to you… at the moment. And downstairs is a pregnant woman, her hormones all over the place, feeling rejected by her lover. My mother is… in a way… suffering without you."
"I'm not so sure Jess. I don't think I'm as strong willed as you think I am. Your Mom is… talented."
"I'm not denying you sex with her, Jeff. I know you're a man who needs to have regular sex and right now you’re both suffering. Because of me."
"This is insane. Why are you happy to let me have sex with other women?"
"Not just any woman. My Mom," Jessica was really going for it now.
"You want me to have sex with your Mom?"
"Yes, honey. You both need it."
"Jess… I just fingered her. She jerked me off! That's how we ended up in this mess."
"No, that's the whole point!" Jessica said excitedly. "You can help each other with hands and mouths any time, but what she really needs is to have intercourse… to fuck."
"Jess!" I shouted covering my own mouth, aghast. "How can I help her if you've already told me to stay away from her pussy?" Silence. "My Mom’s pussy isn't off limits! Just don't give her a creampie. Not until you've at least given me one."
"I'm not sure I can help her now. You saw what just happened," I whispered, “You're not the only one who's exhausted.”
"How would you feel about letting my Mommy fuck you? I want you to continue showing her your love, sharing your warmth with her, as you always have… but with my permission to do so. I want you to continue to have sex when you both want to. You know dad would be telling you the same thing! I would agree to that, as it is keeping it in the family. You would be really helping us all," Jessica looked at me. Neither of us quite believed what she was saying. This had become a strange and completely unexpected conversation. I didn't know what to say so I gave her no reply. I was still conflicted even though every fibre in my body was telling me to accept her indecent proposal.
"Honey? I'm sure… No, I know you will really enjoy it. Mom will also make sure you enjoy it. I want you to go downstairs and fuck her." Her own heart was pumping at being so explicit. Hoping she was doing the right thing.
"You… you… actually want me to f...," I couldn't say it.
"It's okay, Jeff. You can say it. You can say 'fuck'. It's not cheating. You aren't being unfaithful to me if I've given you permission to do it," Jessica reassured me, “you love her. She loves you… and we all love you more for continually sacrificing yourself for us. For family.”
"You want me to fuck your Mom?"
"Yes," Jessica simply said, as if it was a simple everyday thing they were talking about. "To help me. Will you help me, honey? Will you help her? Mom was devastated. She needs to know her baby's father still wants her. And grown man needs to fuck regularly." Of course a grown woman needs to fuck regularly as well.
"Oh my God!" But I paused and frowned. "But… but..."
"You said to yourself that nothing bad could come from so much love. Make love to her but please… don't cum inside her. Save that for me… for our first time." Jessica stated.
I sighed, "I understand."
"Good. Now please… let me sleep… try not to wake me up with the sounds of your sex. Actually, no, it would be really comforting to hear you make love together… the way Mom and dad used to keep Rachel and me awake at night with their passion for each other. Go…" She pulled away, and snuggled back under her duvet. "I love you," was the last thing she said before closing her eyes. I couldn't blame her for being exhausted. She had already had a rough night and to be that dedicated to satisfying me must have been even more tiring. So I adjusted the pillow under her head, pulled her too down over her semi-erect nipples, cloaked her in the blanket, leaned down, and kissed her on the lips.
"I love you, too," I said. "My little Cherry Pie."
I wasn't sure if she heard me or not, but she seemed to be blushing with a tiny smirk. I extracted myself reluctantly from her bed and headed for her bedroom door. Jessica's sleepy voice followed me, "you're a good man and the best boyfriend. Thank you for doing this for me.”
“Anything for you…” I whispered back at her and I closed the door behind me.
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I headed back downstairs in a state of confusion. I knew I should be elated, after all, I didn't want to give Sophie up… but I also knew I was complicating my life massively by continuing our secret relationship, with or without her daughter’s consent. She must have heard my light footsteps coming down the stairs. She must have been sitting on the sofa. As I approached she was already standing, she turned off the TV and left the living room heading for the kitchen.
"Sophie," I called as I started going after her. "Wait up!"
She didn't stop for me; I finally caught up with her in front of the fridge. Coming up from behind I reached and put my hand on her shoulder. She stopped, but didn't say a word or turn around. I took hold of her other shoulder too, turning her to face me. My heart caught in my throat; she looked a mess. Her hair was now unkempt and looked miserable. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and she looked paler than usual. This wasn't fair; I wanted to see her smile again, see her happy again. She avoided my eyes, looking down between us.
"Sophie," I pleaded, shaking her shoulders lightly, wishing I could get some life into her. "Please look at me; it's going to be okay, I'm here for you. I've spoken with Jessica… so please… Talk to me?"
"I just want milk," she mumbled under her breath. She reached up, removed my hands from her shoulders and turned around toward the fridge again.
I stood there watching, disappointed, as she opened the fridge and took the carton out. She grabbed a glass out of the cupboard and began filling it, but then started shaking in silent sobs, her unsteady hands spilling milk on the counter. With visible effort she managed to fill the glass halfway, but her sobs were worsening; with a racking sob she slammed the glass and carton on the counter and ran past me, up the stairs into her bathroom. I let out a sigh dejectedly, wondering how I had managed to hurt her so badly with so little effort. It pained me seeing her like this. I was angry and felt my darkness creep up on me as I struggled with my conflicted feelings. This wasn't right. Nothing was right! Jessica wants me but can't have me. She wants me to be intimate with her mother, which is just all kinds of wrong. Today was supposed to be the day everything reset back to normal! Everyone tells me I have a choice but what choice do I have. I was still a pawn. I was still destined to remain in this complicated and illicit relationship. There was no escape! I put the carton back in the fridge, grabbed a rag and started cleaning up her mess by wiping the counter as my frustrations got the better of me. As I grabbed her glass I lost control of my emotions. My girlfriend's mother, my beautiful, selfless, pregnant lover was so wounded she couldn't even pour a glass of milk for herself. I felt pain, and anger; anger at myself for being so useless, that Jessica and maybe even Rachel, wanted me to continue my affair. I was also disgusted at myself for wanting to continue the inappropriate relationship and betraying her husband's marriage vows. I was even incongruously upset at my blonde nextdoor neighbour for not being happy. In a fit of rage I threw the glass across the room. It hit the wall and shattered sending milk and shards everywhere. I immediately regretted my impulse. How could I be mad at Sophie? And I had broken her glass of milk. Something she may have been craving. Deflated and ashamed of myself I fetched the mop and started cleaning, wishing I hadn't decided to come over that morning. I should have waited until tomorrow and avoided all this conflict.
Sophie was in the bathroom for quite some time. She was probably crying again. Or being sick. I sat back on the sofa as the rain stopped. She didn't emerge until the sun emerged from behind the clouds. She didn't say anything but I could hear her sobbing somewhere in the doorway. "Please," she sniffed. "I’m sorry. I'm an emotional wreck but I know… I don't want to be alone..." Relief flooded through me.
"Sophie," I began. "I..." If I turned her away now she may not ever give me a second chance. "It's me who should apologise. Jessica pointed out how much of a jerk I've been. I'm not going anywhere. I'm here for you just as I'm here for her… if you need me," I let out nervously.
"Thanks," she said between two sobs, “but you're not a jerk. You're trying to balance the needs of at least three different women… trying to keep us all happy. Between us we've put you through hell. It's us, not you, Jeff, we need to modify our behaviour. We need to put you first instead of ourselves. My pregnancy hasn't helped. I’m not myself. I’m suffering from baby brain. I'm a mess!”
She closed the door and I heard her walk to the side of the couch, grabbing a blanket and sat down next to me. She covered us both and snuggled against my side, one arm over me and her chest resting against the side of mine, her head against my shoulder. I draped my left arm around her, hugging her as she cried against me.
"You're a beautiful mess," I whispered, holding her tight against me for comfort. Gently I started kissing the top of her head. "It's okay. I'm here for you. Don't worry."
She snuggled closer until she was lying halfway on top of me. Her leg came up, knee bent, and she draped it onto my legs and lower stomach. I barely stifled a gasp; I could feel my penis rising and pushing against the lower part of her inner thigh. I held my breath dreading her reaction, but it didn't come; she just kept crying against my chest, apparently oblivious to everything but her suffering. Time went on as I desperately tried relaxing, wishing my erection away, but it wouldn't go. She was still wearing her teddy and wrapped in a robe and her bare skin was hot against mine. I don't know how long we sat there, but eventually her crying slowed and finally stopped. I felt it then, when she realised I was aroused. Her whole body tensed as she let out a small gasp against my chest.
I lay frozen for what seemed like an eternity, not daring to move, until her muscles finally relaxed. I had been afraid she would cry out, but she didn't say anything, simply sat there without moving. We stayed in each other's arms, our rhythmical breathing the only movement in the room and I must have fallen asleep. I jerked to a sitting position looking around nervously. There were no traces of her, I was alone, under the blanket, on the sofa. Maybe a half an hour had passed. Maybe a little more. My mouth felt pasty; I really needed a glass of water. I made my way out in the hall and to the bathroom but found the door was closed. I tried the handle. Damn; locked. I had just turned my back and was about to head up to the first floor bathroom when I heard the door unlock and open. I turned around and my breath caught; Sophie appeared wrapped in a small towel, looking better. I opened my mouth to speak but closed it nervously; I didn't know what to say with Jessica's words still fresh on my mind.
She gave me a shy smile. "Sorry," she said as she grabbed a brush from the counter. "I needed to pull myself together. I was brushing my hair and I guess I forgot the time. I'll check on Jessica and give my husband a call; find out when he's bringing Rachel home."
Before I could say anything she brushed past me heading toward her bedroom. I turned around to watch her go. Emotions flooded in me; I was happy she had finally found some of her good mood back, but I was still uncomfortable about what had happened. Worse; her small towel barely came down to her thighs, exposing her smooth legs. I couldn't help remembering how I had one draped over me, remembering the soft feel of it. She wasn't the only one of us who was an emotional mess; I realised with shame that my erection was back straining against my jeans. Despite myself I couldn't stop staring at her pale legs as she walked back to her room, her bare shoulders, at how her lower ass cheeks would almost pop out as she walked. She finally reached her room and closed the door behind her. Only then did I come back to my senses, disgusted at myself and my instant arousal. I needed to be better than this. If Sophie wanted me it would be on her terms, not because my almost nineteen year old, teenage body was overcome with adolescent lust. She was pregnant with my baby for God's sake. What was wrong with me? I found Sophie a short time later sitting in the living room wearing sandals, a pair of small shorts and a crop top, looking thoughtful. I felt myself drawn to her.
"Are you okay, Sophie?" I asked.
"No..." she responded, sounding confused, "I just... I don't know..."
"Is Joseph coming home yet?" I asked.
“No, he’s popped into work and he will pick Rachel up later. She finishes at six. Jessica is sleeping. I've had an idea," she said happily, "why don't we head out for some food. I have a craving for hotdogs and you must be starving. Let's go out for some hotdogs and then drive around; some fresh air will do us good."
I wasn't about to let her start getting depressed again. I quickly went up to her and grabbed her hand, half lifting-half helping her up. "Sounds like a great idea. I'm in!"
Maybe this is what I needed. I could spend time with her and because we were going to be in a public place it would be unlikely I'd be tempted into doing anything that would stress me out any more than I already was. Still holding her by the hand I went to the door. She wasn't quite resisting, but not quite following either. I grabbed the key next to the door and led her outside, stopping to bask in the sun.
"Hey," I gestured towards the sky. "It's turned into such a beautiful day."
"It has," she admitted, enthusiasm starting to warm her voice, “Look, a rainbow. That's a good sign.”
Still holding her hand I headed for my car parked in the driveway. This time she kept up with my pace, walking next to me. We came around the passenger side and only then did I let go. I unlocked and opened the door for her. She sat down with little thanks and quickly lowered her window. I went around to the driver side and sat down. I looked across at Sophie. She was wearing tight blue pants and a white crop top that had become almost transparent as it stuck to her skin. She wasn't wearing a bra and it was quite clear that she didn't need one, her perfect breasts curved out from her body toward her nipples that pointed straight out and looked about an inch long. I was amazed by how much was visible even the small ripples on the small dark circles around her nipples. I realised I was staring and quickly looked forwards and started the car as a wave of sexual heat hit me and I quickly lowered my window. I was hot enough that I broke out into a sweat. I began driving, hoping for some wind to cool my libido. I drove around aimlessly for a while, just enjoying the refreshing breeze coming in the window, until my stomach's loud grumblings brought me back to reality.
I smiled at my girlfriend's mother. "Shall we stop and eat now?"
She smiled back. "Yeah, I have cravings and I'm getting desperate. Your stomach's so loud I bet even the next car can hear it. I don't want you starving to death on me."
I patted her thigh playfully and grinned. "Don't worry; if it comes to that I'd probably get a nice little snack out of you. You'd let me eat you, right? You wouldn't let your Baby Daddy starve to death?"
She groaned. "Oh my God that's so bad! Please tell me you've never used that line on anyone before."
I grinned. "Hey, you'd be surprised by my track record."
I turned the car around and headed toward the beach where I knew there were plenty of hot dog stands along the wooden walkway hugging the beach. It took us only a couple of minutes getting there. I parked us next to my favourite hot dog stand; the one I had brought my first girlfriend to. I wasn't on a date, I didn't even want to think about that, but this was a pretty nice place which would be good for her morale; here the walkway widened in a wooden platform, with flower pots and benches facing toward the ocean. We paid for some hotdogs and sat down at one of the benches, making small talk as we ate. I didn't want to mention Uni or anything that would bring to mind Ellen or Jerome. That part of my life was over. I didn't want to talk about us either. We talked about everything and nothing, sports, the weather, etc. She took a bite of her hotdog, struggled with its content nearly spilling out and ended up with ketchup on her lower lip. I stared at it as she talked; feeling the urge to kiss her, lap it up with my tongue. I couldn't hear a word she was saying. Before I knew what I was doing my hand had reached out and came to rest on her cheek. She abruptly stopped talking, looking surprised. My thumb crept to her beautiful lips, found and wiped away the ketchup, but I lingered rubbing them. She blushed and let out a gasp. Realising what I had done I pulled my hand away, shocked at myself.
"I'm sorry," I blurted out. "You had some ketchup and I didn't want to interrupt you..."
"It's okay," she said, her voice carefully neutral. "Thanks for wiping it off." She looked away.
We sat in uncomfortable silence for a moment and I mentally kicked myself. What the hell had I been doing?! I had to say something before this got any more awkward, anything.
"So," I began, grasping at anything. "Uh, did you speak with Jessica at all?"
"No," she admitted, sounding a little guilty. "She was completely out of it. She'll be better tomorrow, don't worry."
"She's on the mend," I said, happy that she wasn't aware of her daughter's plans for us.
We were in safe territory again, and before long we drifted subjects and she started smiling again. We finished our hotdogs and sat there a while, talking and soaking in the sun. A couple passed in front of us on the beach, hand in hand, and she lost her smile.
She got up. "Let's take a walk," she said.
I got up too and she started ahead on the walkway. I caught up and matched her pace, looking at her out of the corner of my eyes. She looked sad again, lost in thought. I came closer and circled her bare lower back with my arm, pulling her against my side. She stopped walking abruptly and I stumbled to a halt, still holding her. I was about to let her go when slowly, tentatively, her arm came around my back too.
"We think too much," she admonished. "We both need to relax and enjoy ourselves a little."
"I guess."
I took a step forward and we started walking again, holding each other. "You're my Baby Daddy and I love you," she confessed. "You're never alone as long as we're together. You know that right?"
"I know. I love you too, it's just that... no never mind."
She leaned her head against my shoulder and I hugged her tighter as we comforted each other. We kept walking in silence until she said. "Nothing is simple anymore."
I looked at her out of the corner of my eyes, at her bare midriff, her smooth legs, her beautiful blonde hair stumbling down to her shoulders. "I know," I sighed.
We walked back to the car and drove home in silence. Once home she thanked me for the ride and went to Jessica's room saying she wanted to watch her sleeping. I settled in front of the TV, trying without success to get all these thoughts of Jessica's instructions and images of Sophie out of my head.
"May I join you, Jeff?" I heard Sophie whisper.
I sat up and looked at her in the afternoon sunlight coming in from the window. She was standing in the doorway looking at me, wearing a pair of pink panties, a matching short camisole and definitely no bra. I felt the stirring of an erection.
"It's your house," I whispered back, “your rules.”
"Good, then I want you to hold me, like you were earlier," she instructed.
“Of course, you are my safe place,” I replied happily.
"Thanks," she said as she pushed herself against my side, covering us both in the blanket. "Please hold me in your arms. I need you close."
I turned nervously on my side, facing her. My arms went around her back and I pulled her toward my body, holding my breath anxiously. Our bodies made contact and melded against each other, my penis quickly rose up and pushed against her stomach just above her panties but she didn't say anything. Her head came to rest against my chest and I let out my breath. We lay in each other's arms as I caressed her back. Gathering my courage I slipped my hand under her camisole, caressing the silken smooth skin of her naked back. I knew what I was doing was most likely wrong, I knew I was leaking precum against her stomach, and that she was probably in too vulnerable a state of mind to really think clearly, but I couldn't stop myself. I kept caressing her back even after I heard her breathing even out and knew she was asleep, enjoying the feel of her skin, but eventually I grew sleepy too. I let my hand slip down to rest over her panty covered ass as she lay against me, the tip of my fingers against her lower ass cheek poking out of her panties. I spent a moment just enjoying the feeling of her in my arms. She seemed so fragile; it was up to me to protect her, take care of her. I extricated myself away from her, stood up, and headed for the kitchen.
I came back ten minutes later with a tray of food and put it down on the coffee table next to her. I had apparently knocked the covers away from her when I got up earlier, and now I could clearly see her upper body in the light. Something had hardened her nipples and they were pushing against the thin fabric of her top. I leaned over her and my hand hovered over one of her breasts, torn. This was wrong; I had to control myself. Instead I put my hand on her shoulder, shaking it gently. Her breasts started moving a little in response and I looked at them hungrily, shaking her a little harder. I felt her stir and raise her eyes to my face.
"Hi," I said. "I brought you some food. You're eating for two."
She sat up on the sofa, half asleep. I couldn't help myself and asked, "Are you okay, Sophie?"
She didn't look at me. "Yeah, thanks for comforting me."
I set the platter on her legs and sat next to her where it had been. "Here, eat this." Slowly she started eating, still not fully awake.
"Are you just going to sit there watching me eat," she asked nervously after a moment as I watched her teeth sink into a cookie.
I shrugged. "I helped myself to some fruit as I prepared your food."
She handed me her cookie. "You need to eat too, and you're making me self conscious watching me eat alone like this."
I gently took it from her hand and looked at her bite mark. I could see the outline of her teeth; I had to resist the urge of reaching out with my tongue and licking it. Instead I contented myself with biting where she had bitten, where her saliva most likely lingered still. I looked up to see her blushing and looking at me. When our eyes met she quickly lowered her head, attacking her plate of food. The rest of the meal went without incident and as the sun started to set we snuggled up together on the sofa. She lay on her side and I spooned into her, my erection pushing against her ass through her panties. Again she didn't say anything, not even that one time when under the guise of getting more comfortable I rubbed myself against her ass, pushing my erection firmly between her cheeks.
"Jeff?" Her voice was soft and low, “Jessica and I have had… the conversation. I know it must be on your mind. It must have been on your mind all afternoon. I felt your… confliction.”
"I love you," I said, “I should be happy my girlfriend wants us to be… intimate. What man, in his right mind, wouldn't want to make love to two beautiful women?”
"But you're no ordinary man, are you?" Sophie asked, turning to face me.
“I guess not.”
“What do you want to do?”
“I don't know.”
“Your cock seems to know…” she said, resting her hand on the top of the bulge straining my pants. "I know you want to fuck me. I can feel your desire. And trust me; I'm a pregnant woman and horny as hell. You'd be doing us both a favour?" She reached over and stroked my cock through my pants as I began to fondle her breasts through her thin top. I squeezed too tightly at first and Sophie let out a gasp. "Remember, they're sensitive and as they get bigger, they are going to get even more sensitive. They almost drove me insane when I was pregnant with the twins," she explained, as I lightened my touch and felt her breasts swell and watched her nipples harden under my ministrations. "Mmmm," she moaned as I leaned my head forward and flicked the tip of nipple through the fabric. “Are you sure, Jeff? We don't need to do this?”
“It seems the universe thinks we do,” I said with relaxed resignation. It was time to accept my fate, “Jessica wants this. Who am I to question what Jessica wants? She's in charge…”
Sophie smiled and I realised in that moment, my fate was sealed. Sophie knew. I had accepted it. I had relinquished my free will into Jessica's care. I belonged to her now. She was in charge and Sophie rejoiced in that realisation. A woman needed to be in control of her man. That was her matriarchal mantra. I accepted it now and I felt my frustrations dissipate. Then, she crossed her arms over her chest, grabbed her camisole at the bottom edge and pulled it over her head in a single movement. I noticed with her hands over her head, her breasts had pulled up to show off her beautiful C cup tits. I could see both her perfect nipples were hard with little bumps raised all around them. I love her nipples, especially when they were as turned on as they were now. Her hands were working on the button of my pants. I leaned in closer and took one nipple into my mouth and then the other, oh so gently sucking on them and licking them with my tongue.
"Stand up" she commanded.
"Why?" I replied.
"You'll see" she said with a wink, so I did.
She smiled again and bit her bottom lip as she returned her attention to my jeans. She popped open the button and slowly dragged my zipper down, spreading each flap of my pants open and revealing my stiff cock tenting up my boxer briefs in an obscene manner. She gasped a bit when she saw it, but didn't miss a beat as she ran her thumbs under the elastic waistband of my underwear and stretched it out over the head of my cock, freeing it. It stood proudly, arching up toward her warm breath and throbbing. She yanked my boxers down my legs a bit to get them out of the way, then paused and let the tension of the moment hang in the air. Sophie gripped the hem of my briefs and slid them down to my ankles. My cock sprang free, rock hard and slick with precum. It looked incongruously large sticking out from my slender frame. The rest of my body was smooth and almost hairless, but at the base of my shaft was a light whirl of pubic hair.
"Fuck!" I thought to myself as he stared down at my girlfriend's mother, sitting semi-naked in front of me. "Am I really really going to do this?"
Sophie grabbed my hips pulling me toward her. She cupped my balls with one hand and stroked my shaft with the other. She looked up at me for a moment, smiled, then with painstaking slowness, she lowered herself to her knees. I watched her lean forward, and then forward some more, her mouth widening into a hole and approaching closer and closer to my erect dick… Then I felt the head of my penis slide into her mouth. The invisible line was crossed: She was an adulteress and I was her illicit lover. After all my frustrations her mouth felt fantastic! She had just the right amount of saliva to make my cock glisten and she slurped on and stroked my rod. She squeezed my balls gently as I cupped her breasts with my hands. She was bobbing her head up and down as I moved my hands from her breasts to the sides of her head, guiding her up and down my shaft. With her hand on my balls, she could feel them tightening, and at that moment she pulled her mouth from my dick.
"Not just yet" she said, "I don't want you to cum too soon. I need some fulfillment of my own..Help me up," she said as she stretched her hands out to me.
I grabbed onto her hands and helped hoist her from the floor. It was awkward, as she seemed heavier than she looked, and my pants were still around my ankles preventing me from getting the best leverage.
"Let me help you out of the rest of your clothes," she offered.
I wanted to turn down the offer, but her hands were already under my shirt. Her fingertips brushed against the sensitive skin on my stomach. I bit my lip to hold back the low growl in the back of my throat. Sophie pulled the shirt over my head and threw it on the ground. I thought she would let me go now, but she just continued to hold my body close to hers. She ran her fingers through my hair. I purred a little as she slightly massaged my scalp. Without me noticing, she pulled my head back, so it rested on her shoulder. When she took her hand out of my hair, I felt kind of disappointed. My mood instantly changed when I felt her tongue touch the exposed side of my neck. Sophie slowly ran her tongue over the curve of my neck only stopping to bite the most sensitive parts. My legs nearly gave out from under me as she did that.
"Sophie… I think… mmm… we should stop."
It took a lot of strength to even form words with my mouth. She lifted my head and said, "Why? You seem to be enjoying it but we can stop any time you want. I’m not Eleanor. I love you, Jeff, but I’ll never force you. I give myself to you because I’m in love with you. Joseph lets me because he loves us both. He trusts us. Jessica means well… she only wants to see the people in her life happy. I want you… and I think you want me too. " To demonstrate her point, she reached down and grabbed the erection that was making a nuisance of itself, leaking precum all over her baby bump. I wanted to answer, but she wouldn't take her hands off of me. My legs finally gave out and I clumsily fell back onto the sofa, my footing restricted by the jeans and briefs gathered at my ankles, pulling Sophie there with me. She used her fingertips to lift my chin to face her and then crushed our lips together. I tried to right myself but she only kissed me even harder until my mouth opened and accepted her tongue. But she was right, she wasn’t Ellen. She knew I felt trapped so she released me and climbed back up to her feet. Once she was standing, I kicked my pants from each foot, freeing myself, and sat there naked before her.
“Shall we stop?” she asked me. I could see the desperation in her beautiful blue eyes. She really believed I would reject her.
I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. I loved her too. I stood up, facing her and she let hands glide over her flesh as she now stood there, her little baby bump showing above her pink panties. I placed my hands on her shoulders and slowly worked my way down to her middle back. I lightly kissed her cheek and her neck. I kept kissing her neck and dropped my hands down to her lower back, near the line of her panties. I worked my fingers over her skin, trying to time my move to her butt perfectly. By now Sophie's breathing was a little irregular. I slid my hands down to the top of her ass and pushed it in with my fingers. I made little circles, which made the bottom of her ass jiggle, much to my delight. I continued kissing her cheeks, neck and forehead as I lowered my hands and groped her ass through her pink panties. I had two tight orbs of flesh cupped in my hands and my dick became rock hard. Feeling guilty, I released her peachy bum cheeks, and looked into her smiling eyes.
"Relax," she ordered. "It's okay. Don't think. You’re doing great."
Then she hugged me, pulling our bodies together. Skin on skin. As I pulled back from the hug I softly kissed her on the lips. She kissed back and smiled, surprisingly she leant in again to kiss me once more; this time it was much longer and more passionate as our mouths opened. By this point my hands were rubbing the side of her thighs and she brushed her hands through my hair. We moved our genitals closer together and carried on kissing. This time neither of us were holding back and we slid our tongues into each other's mouths, swirling round massaging each-others soft pink tongues. The feeling was sensational. As we broke the kiss she subtly nibbled on my lip and I was in heaven. She took both of my hands and placed them back on her peach-like bottom. Her ass felt so soft and round. I squeezed and let go and squeezed again, making it my mission to grope her harder than she'd ever been groped before. I alternated squeezing her bottom with rubbing and caressing it through her silk like panties. It felt divine! I kept rubbing her ass the same way, but now I ended every couple of strokes with a smack. After a few smacks I grabbed her by the arm and turned her around, so her back was facing me. I cupped her butt and started rubbing it again. My cock twitched with desire each time I ran my hands over her pantie-covered ass. Now when I spanked her I thrust my pelvis forward too. My dick pushed up against her bottom each time. Sophie's butt cheeks swallowed the tip of my dick briefly and soon her cleft was wet with my precum.
On one pass I continued right up her backside, lazily following the crack of her ass, my hand sliding over the silk fabric to the hem at her waist. While I fondled her, I whispered in her ear "I'm going to take your panties off, Sophie," but she didn't respond. Her eyes were dreamy, like she was in a trance.
I curled my fingers around the hem of her panties and began to tug them down. I could feel her panties sliding over the curve of her ass. Reaching at her sides I tugged the hep at each hip, until they were down to the edge of the bottom of her thighs. Still no response, she simply let me tug them lower right over her ass and then down her thighs. I could feel her body hold utterly still. It was as if her whole body was melting, relaxing, falling in anticipation. But to look at her, she did not move at all as I tugged those pink panties down her legs, past her knees, down to her ankles. At one point I felt her hips rise lightly, so as to aid the removal of her panties. So slowly, a little at a time, I worked them down her long legs, and off the end of her feet where I tucked them under the cushion. When I looked back up at her, there was her bare pussy, pink and shining, the swollen pussy lips and the almost golden pubic hairs of her cunny framing its pink center. The line running down between her legs, the folds of loose flesh swollen out from her slit. Then I turned my attention to Sophie's naked ass. I instinctively gave her a slap on the butt. Her buns jiggled like they were made of jello. I felt like getting down on my knees and kissing her butt cheeks while I fondled them. Instead I sat down on the couch and pulled Sophie over my knee. I felt wet heat touch against my bare thigh.
“Yes Jeff!” She almost squealed in delight, “This is what I need. Keep going… do what you need to do.”
Once she was secure, I started lightly spanking her right ass cheek. Then I worked over the left one. The smacks didn't seem to hurt her much but the sight of her creamy white ass jiggling at my will got my dick rock hard. I alternated slapping her left and right ass cheeks, softly, but hard enough for her to feel it. My dick poked up between her bare legs. It was no good trying to conceal it anymore. I squeezed Sophie's ass with both my hands and then pinched it. She flinched like she'd been stung by a bee. When she flinched she accidentally rubbed both her legs up and down the length of my penis, causing waves of pleasure to shoot through my body. The sight of Sophie's buns, the feel of her skin and the smell of her moistening cunt was a sensory overload. Now I felt like giving her a real spanking. I stopped slapping her ass and gave it a quick rub with both my hands. Then I pulled my right hand up and brought it down hard on her orgasmically beautiful butt cheeks.
SMACK! Sophie jerked up violently.
"Fuck yes. Oh Jeff!" I didn't even acknowledge her.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Oh fuck, oh fuuuuck!" Sophie squealed, trying to wiggle out of my grasp. I held her down with my left hand fairly easily. "You’re teaching me a lesson. I’m just as flawed as you are," She told me as I continued to spank her. "I deserve this. Discipline me Daddy. Don’t stop…"
I needed to learn from this. I realised she was relinquishing her control to me, trusting me, becoming more submissive. I knew she was submissive at heart. I had seen how she had enjoyed that blurred boundary between pleasure and pain with Joseph. Sophie then started to concentrate on absorbing my hard spanks so much that she couldn't respond coherently. I kept working on those reddening buns.
She was now having a tough time handling the pain. She started thrashing her legs back and forth, rubbing my excited dick in the process. It felt like I was fucking her thighs. It was better than a hand job. Sophie's legs went back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. My right knee was wet with the married woman’s love juices. When her spanking ended I watched her ass in fascination. The flesh there was still quivering with confused muscular contractions as I used her nectar as a salve on my girlfriend’s mother's sore bottom. Her juices continued to drool out of her like a faucet leaking wallpaper glue and gathered on my semi-hard cock. Using her wetness as paint and my gentle fingertips as a paintbrush, I meticulously glazed her entire backside with her fluids. Sophie could only drape herself helplessly over the sofa, drooling from both ends. Never had she looked so completely captivated. It was like she was coming down from the most potent drug known to man. She could no doubt feel the rubbery thickness of my cock rubbing against her wet thighs. I felt incredible and Sophie quivered with the combination of residual sting and the cooling effect of her drying cum. When I had finished my masterpiece, I gave her a final slap on her right cheek then lovingly caressed her glowing skin.
"Are you okay?" I asked her softly, smoothing her hair.
"I love you, Jeff. You knew exactly what I needed… exactly what to do… exactly how far to go… what we do together isn’t a sin. I am proud to be yours."
She could feel my eyes roaming over her naked, cum-glazed ass but she did not care. She welcomed it. She glowed all over with a pleasant warmth that sank through her skin, deep down into her bones. This, I now knew, was what it must feel like to finally be satisfied. I lifted her up and placed her shivering naked body on my lap as I sat back on the sofa. Her blue eyes were wet and bovine in her exhaustion. I planted a firm kiss on her lips and felt warmth trickle down onto my thighs; she was already beginning the process of filling the depleted tank of her libido. Her kiss was like no other. It was brutally direct but with tender notes that set the butterflies in my belly madly fluttering. I found my mouth opening, my tongue reaching out to entwine with hers. She dissolved into me. When I abruptly broke the kiss she nearly toppled forward, a pathetic whimper escaping her throat, as she wrapped her arms around my neck. Sophie desperately hugged me, waiting for her world to stop spinning. Her tingling nethers and ass stuck out and a trickle of cum was still dribbling down her inner thigh. She looked wonderful. She looked happy. She looked sated.
I leaned in to kiss her, eyes closed, part of me expected to feel her move away from me. No, she leaned in. Our lips met and instantly the world erupted in fireworks around us. It started with a tentative touch of our lips, which dissolved instantly into the most impassioned kiss I'd ever felt in my life. Our lips parted in tandem, and our tongues swirled past, each seeking the other's embrace. We sat facing each other on the couch, locked at the lips as we drank each other in, she intoxicated me far more than tequila ever could. I slid a hand playfully over her thigh and in response, she scooted in closer to me as we remained locked in a deep kiss and our hands began exploring each other cautiously. I pulled her into my arms while I kissed her passionately, giving her a tight squeeze with my hands wrapped around her. I got a little brave and moved my hands; one of them pulled at her back and her hips and the other hand I used to brush away her flowing blonde hair from one side of her face to expose her ear and neck. I moved my lips from hers to her cheek and around to her neck and ear, throwing in a gentle bite occasionally. She pulled down onto the sofa with our tongues still tangled and fell in a heap onto the padded seats. Our faces separated and I looked her in the eyes and saw the same spark and passion I felt in my own heart. I put my left hand on the side of her neck and pulled her into me again.
"Sophie," I breathed into her ear again and felt her melt in front of me.
Desire tugged at my heart and the throbbing manhood between my legs, I was breathing hard trying to do my best to remain in control and not to move too fast. I started to move my hand up from her waist, feeling her skin on my fingertips sent a shiver that coursed through my entire body. I was sure that Sophie could feel my hand shake with nerves and anticipation as I slid it up across her ribs, her stomach, and onto her breast. I lingered there briefly and gave a teasing pinch at her nipple before continuing upwards to brush lightly at her collarbone, the base of her neck, and the center of her chest. She rubbed at my shoulders and hips, feeling my muscles straining as she arched back her head to let out a moan. When that moan reached my ears, I lost whatever slim thread of control I had tethered myself to. I pulled her on top of me and her naked, slim figure pressed into me. I cupped one of her breasts in one hand and pulled her face towards mine with a hand on her neck to kiss her again. I felt her slender hands clasp my face at my jaw and she pulled me gently into her.
Then, she sat back up and slid a hand down the middle of my chest and came to a stop above my pubic mound. She gave me a sexy smirk that made my heart somersault before lowering her face back down to mine. Her hand stayed where she had put it and gave a little squeeze, I felt my blood rushing in that direction. I had been hard before that point, as she touched me, I felt as though my erection would burst in a fountain of love. I gave her one last strong kiss before rolling her over onto her back. I moved my kisses from her soft lips to her cheek and neck and continued down until I took one of her nipples into my mouth tugging at it gently and teasing it with my tongue. I looked up at her, she nodded, and I brought my hand back up her thighs and laid it, palm up, right over her bare pussy cupping her with the flat of my hand, and once again began pressing my middle finger into the folds of her pussy lips, began rubbing her between her legs.
It was incredible, the feel of her. She was soaking wet, and her pussy lips opened to me so softly. I could feel the flesh pulling wide, hanging down between her legs like a little peach, as I pressed my fingers and dug into her wet ridge. She was so soft, opening right up to me. I slipped my finger down between her legs and once more found her little clit. I heard her gasp - the only sound she made - at the moment I touched the tip of her clit. That little nub, and as I drew a circle there could feel her involuntarily tense her whole body. The reaction was an arch of her back that lifted her hips right up off the sofa. I was looking right at her pink little pussy, her legs spreading wider, I had pulled her outer labia wide and could see her vagina creaming white. My middle finger was reaching down and was set right over her clit, with my thumb I pressed it deep up into her vagina, and held her like that with my open hand. No matter how she moved I was slipping inside her, stimulating her, masturbating her. She moved against my hand, breathing faster, and lifting her hips up. The feeling of her body tensing and releasing, the feel of her breathing, my cock ached at the sight of her.
It was then I stopped moving. I held my hand right there for her, with my middle finger pressing into her clit and my thumb shoved up inside her. I held myself still for her, letting her move her body against me. The slightest undulation on my hand, the tiniest circles being drawn over my finger. Grinding her clitoris onto my thumb, shoving herself, impaling herself against me. Her hips trembled now as she ground herself into my hand, guiding my finger right around the rim of her clit and pushing down so that its little hood would press back, letting me dig into her. All slippery and hard, it felt like a white pearl playing around my finger; and then sliding my hand back, her inner lips loose, swollen, feeling for that space inside her. I was watching my fingers move on her pushing deep up into her vagina, watching her as I did, for some sign, something that told me what she felt. No matter how she moved I was digging into her body, touching her, masturbating her.
I held her like that for a long time, and as I did she was moving herself harder and faster, turning herself on me. I could feel her body trembling, as her legs stretched out tight on the sofa, when her vagina began to quiver and tighten on my thumb. She was near to cumming. I would make her cum. I could feel the pulse of her pussy, contracting and releasing. Her breathing became rapid as I rubbed the rough flesh in her vagina, finger fucking her, letting my hand move on her again as she met my thrusts. When her body began to quiver and spasm, the only other thing I noticed was her hand grasping my arms and squeezing my biceps as she lifted her ass into the air. Her thighs and cunny shook over my finger as I dug into her, and I could feel her cunt squeezing me, pulsing against me, as she painfully gripped me. I could feel her cumming hard, holding back from making any sound at all. It was amazing. At one point she pressed her mouth into my chest, like she was biting down. Her eyes closed. I reached out my other hand and held her bare hips and I began scratching my nails down her thighs.
Her body was shaking and quivering, still cumming. It was so intense! She held herself perfectly still, and then began to relax and fall back down into the sofa, gently mewing and sweating. Breathlessly satisfied, her tense muscles softened and she smiled sleepily as the endorphins flooded her body with pleasure. The serotonin lulled her into the dreamy bliss of her orgasm. I watched her bare chest rise and fall, her heart still pounded and her breathing was still heavy as I hugged her hot flesh to me, and together we basked in her passionate afterglow. I revelled in the beauty of the nude fertility goddess who trembled gently in my presence. Warm. Soft. Feminine. I held her to me, facing her, my right arm loosely draped over her body as she lay on her back. My forearm rested on her baby bump, my right hand flopped over her left hip. For a few minutes, I just lay there, as motionless as she was, taking in the sight of her, this beautiful woman lying next to me. The glow of the sunset softly radiated through the window curtains, giving a dim but warm orange light in the room. I studied her face as she recovered, admiring her, feeling a deep love for her.
The feeling was indescribable, melting my heart, knowing we belonged to each other. Feeling so warm and cozy, never wanting to leave her or the sofa. I recalled how our hearts found each other, the events that pushed us into this unconventional and taboo sexual relationship. I remembered each time I saw her. Each time she saved me. Each step we took until our hearts and bodies became one. I knew how wonderful our lovemaking was, the two of us joined together. As I replayed our trysts in my mind, my hand idly wandered over her. I delicately touched your body, taking in her features. Remembering how her body felt underneath me, how her breasts looked swaying over me. My fingertips lightly skimmed her nipples as I recalled how they brushed my hairy chest as she rode me to screaming orgasm. I touched the base of her delicate neck, the hollow between her breast bones, remembering how my cum pooled there when I came on her tits, covering those sexy freckles on her fair skin. My fingers ran through her pretty hair, reminded of holding her tresses balled up in my fist while she sucked my cock. I delicately brushed her sensual lips, recalling our passionate kisses, feeling her humid, rhythmic breath on my fingers. This agitated her in her slumber, and she rolled away from me to her left. I smiled to myself, seeing her back presented to me, opening up an opportunity, and I scooted up behind her, spooning her. My pelvis mated up to her bottom, my legs bent behind hers. I pressed my bare chest into her back, and nuzzled my face into the nape of her neck, my arm wrapped around her, holding her close. Sophie quietly sighed.
“Mmmmm... Jeff…” she murmured sleepily, “this is wonderful, so warm and cozy, having you holding me in your arms, with full body contact. Your soft skin caressing my face, and your scent driving me wild. God, I love you. Never change.”
As a red blooded male, of course I was still fully erect. Feeling her body against mine kept me going, my cock pressed against her soft ass, and I wanted her. Again. A devilish grin crept over my face. I moved my hand down the full length of Sophie’s bare right arm, feeling her skin, and lightly closed my hand on hers from the back, slipping my fingers between her fingers. It was so intimate. I nuzzled into her neck, and rubbed my cock against her smarting ass cheeks. Then I released her hand and caressed her stomach, feeling my child growing inside her womb, before cupping her breasts, and massaging them gently, loving their juicy flesh in my hand.
“I want to taste you, Sophie,” I whispered into her ear. She giggled like a schoolgirl.
"You’ve done enough work, but I’m not going to disobey you. You will get whatever you ask of me, every time,” she smiled happily, rising from the sofa, “I want you to lie on your back," she commanded, and I was more than willing to comply. She waddled over to me on the sofa, and moved on her knees toward me until she was next to my head. Then she lifted one of her legs over my head so that she was straddling me. I couldn't see her face as it was blocked by her bulging tummy. She slowly lowered herself down upon my face until her pussy lips were pressed against mine.
Remarkably her pubic hair was still neatly trimmed. I began licking her lips and fingering her pussy as Sophie was moaning louder and louder with each touch from my flesh. I hooked one finger inside her pussy and was massaging her g-spot as I sucked on her clit. This pushed her over the edge quickly, and she gushed her orgasmic secretions all over my face. Inspired, she lowered herself fully onto my eager mouth. Covering my mouth with her vulva, I struggled to breath through my nose, but I still tongue fucked her incredible vagina. She didn't slow down at all as I was licking her clean, she was riding my face for all she was worth as I was now plunging two fingers in and out of her as I licked her clit. She had her hands on the top of the headboard as she bounced up and down in rhythm with the movements of my fingers.nAfter about ten minutes she came again, and as her juices were flowing across my face and down my neck, she shimmied back across my chest and placed the tip of my cock against her pussy lips.
“No! not in your pussy!” I hissed, remembering Jessica’s implicit instruction not to cum inside her mother.
She looked down on me and smiled. Perhaps she knew? Maybe Jessica had told her that too? I took in her beauty, not sure where to look. Her breasts were firm and perky, capped in puffy pink areolas with nipples that looked like round pencil erasers but a little wider. Her waist tapered subtly inward, but the swell of her hips plump ass gave her a beautiful figure. Between her thick thighs she had trimmed golden pubic hair, and her plump mons bared the slightest amount of pink from her inner lips. Sophie leaned back on a cushion, and while watching my reaction, she spread her legs, opening her pussy. I drank in the sight of her sex, it looked like it was so tight, and he could see her wetness along the edges of her labia. I desperately wanted to grab her breasts, suck on her nipples, and feel my cock nestled entirely inside of her.
"Do you still think I'm beautiful?" she asked, her voice shaking.
"Of course," I replied honestly. "You're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
“This little bump is only going to get bigger, but thankfully I’ll never be as large as I was when I carried the twins to term. Will you still want me when my stomach is bloated and my tits sag, heavy with milk?”
“Sophie, if it’s possible, I may just want you more!”
“Just like your father,” she whispered under her breath. I smiled remembering how she told me he loved it when she and my Mom were pregnant. Maybe that was something else that ran in the family?
She snuggled against my side and I let out a gasp as her hand grabbed my erect cock. Emotions were raging in me. I really wanted her to keep touching me, but I knew where this was heading. Jessica was my girlfriend… She was my future. With her twin sister rejecting me she was all I had left. Sophie had made it quite clear; she was never leaving her husband. We may love each other. We made a baby together. But she loved him… more. It was sobering. But it was right.
"Sophie," I began nervously, but she shushed me to silence.
"It's okay. I know you; I know you need sex and I know you're trying to do the right thing by Jessica. I can feel your emotions. Your conflict. It burns you up inside. Let me do this for you."
She started stroking my cock up and down; I was in heaven, the guilt had for now been replaced by love; love for my kind, beautiful next door neighbour. I loved her so much I knew I could spend my whole life like this with her, I realised. I would marry her. I would have more babies with her. Despite our age difference. She was my soul mate.
"Jessica knows you have needs, Jeff. We're not really doing anything wrong?" she asked. I merely moaned in response.
I reached behind her with my hand as she lay against me and grabbed her glowing ass. She let out a gasp but kept stroking. She was so smooth; I squeezed her ass cheek in my hand, fondling it as she masturbated me. I could already feel an orgasm building, overwhelmed by the sensation of my Sophie stroking me, of my hand on her ass. I closed my eyes and let the pleasure fill me. She cupped her vulva and explored her pussy with her hand, bringing her slick fingers to my throbbing manhood. She used her own juices to lube up her hand, her wrist gently reciprocating up and down, keeping me turned on. It was still hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that my parents best friend was such a sex freak. I wondered if they knew? Sophie wrapped her free hand around my neck and didn't take her eyes from mine for the whole time. She pulled our heads together and we started to make out.
As we kissed, I realised that she was purposely grinding against me. I moved my hand up to her gently swaying breasts. Sophie froze at the unexpected touch but sighed when I started to gently caress her breast and play with her nipple, feeling it stiffen to my touch. I slid my other hand from her hip down her thigh and slowly started to work it inwards. Sophie parted her legs to give me better access as my hand slid along her inner thigh. I felt the softness of her pubic hair and then explored around the edges of her pussy. When I pressed further into her lips and felt her warmth and wetness, Sophie let out a sigh of pleasure. Sophie started to grind back even harder against me as I rubbed her pussy in a slow deep circle, lightly fingering her and rubbing her clit at the top of each circle. What we were doing was slow. We still had hours before her husband would return home with her daughter. Sophie reached behind her and wrapped her hand around my stiff shaft, savoring the way it filled her grip. She stroked me to the same rhythm that I fingered her. Then we slowly built-up speed, the desire increasing between us and Sophie turned around and faced me to better grip my cock. We kissed deeply and then resumed playing with each other.
I broke the kiss and slowly kissed my way along her jaw and then down her neck. Sophie broke out in goosebumps and shivered in pleasure when I reached the sensitive hollow of her neck. I noticed and stopped my journey downward, kissing and then sucking hard on it. If I kept this up, I might end up leaving a hickey on her pale skin. The thought of it made me shiver with her. The thought of having a visible mark to serve as a reminder of our lovemaking made me even harder. I kissed sideways along her neck to kiss her in the same spot on the opposite side, and Sophie turned her head to the side to give me better access to it. She moaned as I started to suck even harder on her neck. If I hadn't left a mark the first time, I was sure I would now. I resumed my journey, kissing down her collarbone and onto the top of her breasts. I cupped the bottom swell of her breast as I kissed my way towards her nipple. Sophie moaned when my lips first brushed up against it, she loved having her nipples stimulated so I licked one, trying to take things slow but gradually succumbing to my own desire to suckle on her magnificent breasts. I took more of it between my lips until her nipple and her areola were in my mouth. While sucking on it, I flicked her nipple with my tongue. After giving that nipple plenty of attention, I switched to the other and she writhed in ecstasy. Sophie stopped jerking me off and cradled my head as I suckled at her breast. My mouth was sealed tightly around the base of her boob, and her nipple had elongated, and the rest of her breast conformed perfectly to the curvature of my tongue and the roof of my mouth! I pulled all the way off her tit and stared down at it, and then leaned in again and took her entire breast in my mouth just as I did before.
Instantly, I felt like I could suckle her glorious breasts for hours -- and I'm not talking about simply sucking and playing with her nipples. Every man knows you can suck or lick a woman's nipples for ten or maybe twenty minutes straight with no problems at all, but any longer than that, your mouth is going to get tired and sore. But, as I sucked my illicit lover's tits, it took no effort at all and the size and shape of her boob fit the inside of my mouth perfectly. It was as if instinct, or, mother nature took over because once I latched on, my eyes closed and I felt my tongue massaging her as if I was actually nursing. I wasn't the only one fascinated with my discovery, either. I felt Sophie's hands on the side of my face, guiding me and holding me to her breast.
"Oh, Jeff." The pregnant mother moaned. "Soon I'll be producing milk…"
I pulled back from Sophie's breast again and looked up at her. "Am I hurting you?" I asked.
"Oh, no. It feels wonderful!" She gasped. "But when you were sucking, I could feel it all the way down there. It feels incredible. My whole body is preparing itself for motherhood but all I want right now is your mouth and delicate touch."
The boob I'd been sucking was slightly red, and the nipple was a little distended, so I decided to switch to the other breast. I leaned over toward it, and when I did, Sophie's hands immediately cradled my head, brought me to her breast and I opened my mouth. Just as before, once I started to suck it only took a slight effort to open my mouth enough to get the rest of her boob between my lips and then all I had to do was start sucking. Magically, her boob conformed to the shape of my mouth and in a matter of seconds, I was happily and contently suckling her breast. Never, in my nearly nineteen years, had I ever experienced such a satisfying tit sucking experience. And in the grand scheme of things, I think nipple attention is mostly intended for the benefit of the woman. But, sucking my mature lover's breasts was so fundamentally satisfying to me, I began to wonder if I was the one getting the pleasure, and not her.
Unfortunately, I got carried away and without realising it, I was eagerly suckling her and unintentionally pushing her backwards. She was trying hard to remain upright, sitting on the bed, but after a few minutes of fighting me, she finally laid back on the bed, pulling me with her, leaving my mouth still firmly attached to her breast. After a second, we rolled onto our sides with me still suckling her and with her gently cradling my head in her hands. I decided to return to her pussy, my fingers zeroing in on her hot gash. I opened her labia, located her swollen nub and started to rub her clit. In response she started to jerk me off again, wanting to pleasure me too. Between having me suck on her breasts and playing with her clit, it got to be too much for Sophie. She started crying out my name loud enough to wake her daughter upstairs and humping against my touch, driving even more pleasure throughout her body.
Sophie's orgasm rocked through her, and she had to push her face into a cushion so that she wouldn't make any more noise and wake up Jessica. While she came, Sophie continued to play with my foreskin, her rhythm and grip becoming erratic as she rapidly jerked me off. "I'm about to cum," I groaned, my words muffled by my mouth full of tit.
“Then cum all over me, Jeff,” she gasped. Her words unleashed my inner beast and sent my balls boiling. I began to flick her bean as she took me beyond my ability to hold onto my load, using long, grasping, aching strokes on my twitching penis. She encouraged me with loud moans of pleasure and my cock swelled in her hand and prepared to show her the appreciation she was craving.
"I can feel you growing!" Sophie exclaimed. "Bathe my pussy with your seed!"
She was surprised again by the combination of my mouth and fingers as I brought her to her own precipice and when I pressed harder against her clit it sent even more waves of pleasure through her body. It felt so good, too good, as her pussy became even more sensitive and she quivered as her climax hit. She simultaneously wanted to pull away from my touch and press more firmly against it, so she alternated between doing both of those things, trying to make the pleasure last for as long as possible as her hand propelled me over the edge. This time there was no image of Ellen to ruin my orgasm. I felt my fuck tool loading up and my testicles rising up. Sophie had the presence of mind to aim my oversensitive penis at her vagina and we both looked down to see it shoot a large spurt of cum all over her glistening pubic hair. My lover reacted almost instantly and caught me tightly in her hand, delaying for a split second my next spasm. I imagined I was cumming inside instead of on her, and felt my aching balls empty onto her fiery triangle and up onto her prominent baby bump.
"That's so fucking hot!" she said as she relaxed her grip, releasing a second, larger jet that bushwhacked a path all the way to her tits.
She changed my aim and slid her mouth back around my jerking cock, allowing me to finish emptying my balls inside the depths of her throat. With every pulse of cum, she let out a gasp, finally losing control of her body once again as my cock shuddered madly in a desperate effort to inject every last drop I had into her. We collapsed together, tangled in sweat-soaked limbs, our bodies ruined and sticky, hearts pounding in unison. My balls tingled, my cock softening and dripping, my skin burning with every place she had touched me. I lay on top of her, squashing my cum between us, my fingers in her hair, Sophie's mouth still brushing mine in lazy, wet kisses. Fully depleted, we stayed silent and intertwined for a few moments, then separated. Some of my cum leaked out of the corners of her lips. The rest was congealing in the tangle of hair above her vagina, the pearlescent sticky goo in her orange mat of pubes. Her mouth hung open, her tongue working like she'd never tasted anything better. Then she crawled back up to me and kissed me again, forcing my warm salty offering onto my tongue. I swallowed it from her mouth, sucking her lips, moaning into her.
"What a mess!" Sophie said, dipping her hand into the spunky sludge between her legs.
“I'm sorry,” I panted, “I couldn't hold on.”
"No! I love it! Never try and hold off your orgasms with me, Jeff. I will cherish every ejaculation," she whispered as she smeared my jizz over her vulva and rubbed the rest into her bump. “It'll help avoid stretch marks,” she giggled, “I don't care about the mess, the soreness, the way my voice is gone from screaming. You showed your love, your passion. Just hold me. Hold me and never let me go.”
All I cared about was the way her body still hummed and quivered in the aftermath of her release, the way the warmth of her slick body felt against my skin. Even as exhaustion pressed at me, I whispered her name into her, my lips against her shoulder, my fingers tangled in her hair. “Sophie, I love you…”
“I love you too. And I need to thank you. I know Jessica sent you to me but she doesn't know what you sacrifice of yourself to balance the love of the women in your life. I appreciate you showing an old, pregnant woman that she’s still in your heart. I adore you and I love you more and more each day.”
When we had recovered we tried to separate, gently peeling our sticky skin apart. Sophie was completely covered with my spunk. Globs of thick milky semen glistened on her pale, freckled skin. It was pooled under her perky tits and dripping down either side of her bulging pooch of a belly. Her pubic hair was clotted with it.
“Look at me,” she chuckled, “you painted me with your sperm. I had better take a shower before my husband gets home. Don't worry, he won't be home for at least a few hours. But when you've recovered… you're going to need to cum inside me to hide my infidelity from Rachel.” Her eyes sparkled mischievously.
“I had better check on Jessica,” I said, remembering her ultimatum; I definitely wasn't to cum inside her mother, and I wondered how I'd survive the day.
She stood up and gathered her panties and camisole from the sofa. My seed was still sliding down her legs. No underwear to stop the flow. She turned and smiled at me when she saw me looking at the shiny coating on her thighs. By that time it had reached her knees and she still wasn't doing anything to stop it. She did reach down and take a little of it on her finger, then sucked it off her finger, making sure that I saw her taste the combination of my sperm and her sex juices. She smiled at me again and went to the bathroom, calling back softly to me, "Don't forget to put something on. Joseph's robe is hanging from our bedroom door.."
"Thanks Sophie," I said as I unsteadily climbed up the stairs.
"You're welcome, Jeff. Anytime.”
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I entered Joseph and Sophie’s master bedroom and sure enough, Joseph’s plush blue bathrobe was hanging on the door as promised. I used it to cover my nakedness as I surveyed the married couple's bed, reminiscing, images of Sophie on all fours, her hands gripping the headboard while I plowed into her from behind. The room was dark and empty now. The mirror reflected only the pristine sheets of their bed. On the bedside table lay an open pack of condoms; I guess she’d gone back to having safe sex with the man who had fathered her daughters and wondered if that was how she ensured that only my sperm had fertilised her egg. I thought of the night I conceived her son and my spent penis attempted to push open Joseph’s robe.
I headed back out into the hallway and towards Jessica’s bedroom. The soft rhythmic breathing coming from Jessica's room informed me that the married couple’s youngest daughter was sleeping. Her door was slightly ajar, and I could just see her sleeping face from the slither of light that crept in from the hallway. I held the door and pushed it slightly open. Jessica was a very deep sleeper; she inherited that from her mother. I would wake from the slightest of stirs but the females of this household could sleep through the fire alarm. Making quite sure my young girlfriend was indeed completely asleep, I opened the door and quietly entered her bedroom. The open robe swayed and I sensed Joseph's cologne wafting up from the soft fabric. It reminded me immediately of him. His dark hair. His green eyes. His smile. And his love for his daughter’s. even Ellen. I gently pushed the door closed behind me but deliberately left it ajar so the same shaft of light illuminated her unblemished skin. I quietly pulled the chair from Jessica's desk over to the side of her bed. Her teenage upper body was in full view, the duvet pulled down to her waist, but her pale, slim arms were resting over her breasts, obstructing my view.
“Jessica?” I whispered.
No response. I sat there, watching her sleeping. Her flame coloured hair sat around her shoulders, splayed out on her soft pillow, framing a freckled and heart shaped face. She had a pert nose that she had this habit of twitching and her almond shaped eyes were closed, darting around behind her long lashed eyelids as she slept, dreaming. She was a cutie, petite but had a sexy little body that had truly blossomed and I mentally slapped myself to break the trance.
“Jessica?”
“Daddy…” she replied quietly, still sleeping, her fathers scent no doubt permeating her dreams.
“I’m her Jess…”
“Daddy…” she whispered again and I smiled wondering where her dream was taking her.
Very, very gently, I moved her arms down to expose her torso. She was wearing a light, baggy pyjamas top that could be easily manipulated. The buttons were still open and the fabric was already falling down her shoulders, so I helped them on their way and tugged them down farther. With the movement, the unbuttoned top opened fully to reveal her tiny rosebuds. I struggled to breathe quietly; the sight of my devoted girlfriend's rosy pink nipples affected me in some primal way and my penis swelled even more. Satisfied that she was still unconscious, I sat back in the chair and Joseph’s robe revealed my penis.
“Daddy… I’m hot…”
“I’m here Jessica, what do you need?” I asked quietly, covering my erection.
“...So hot…”
I put my hand to her forehead and she was burning up! I brushed a lock of hair from her face and decided on a course of action. I slowly tugged the duvet down, clear of her body, leaving her exposed on her bed. Jessica sighed, goosebumps appeared on her freckled arms, and she smiled in her sleep.
“...Thank you, Daddy…” she breathed, then relaxed into her plump mattress.
Her wavy, long red hair fanned over her pillow and draped around her neck and feathers of it grazed her cheek as she lay sleeping. Her beautiful lips all rosy were gently parted and the cool room which made her pale skin almost shimmer. She always complained she had thin lips and I always told her they were beautiful and seductive. When we kissed each other I remembered the thrill and how they felt; so soft and wonderful.
Seeing Jessica as she lay sleeping, I remembered that kiss and the thrill it gave me and I wanted to kiss her again. I sat, my feet tucked under me, and watched her. She called me her knight in shining armour. Deep down in my soul I knew I would die for her. My desire to kiss Jessica slowly rose until it became the only thing I could think about, and the debate frustrated me as the need to kiss her filled me with a warm tingling as I imagined it. Finally my mind was made up. I'd just do it. I'd kneel beside her bed and lean over and kiss her on those sweet, warm lips as she slept. If she awoke as I was kissing her I could pull back and make an excuse that she looked so lovely sleeping there I'd had to kiss her; my sleeping princess and I was her prince. Lame I know, but I was possessed with only the desire to kiss those wonderful lips once more. I rose up from the chair, knelt beside her bed and gazed at her lovely face for a long time. So many feelings were churning inside me now. Slowly I leaned in toward her, not even needing to lean on the bed as she was near the edge anyway, and I froze in a fearful moment of doubt just inches from her lips. I could feel her warmth on my face and the warm scent of her, we both used the same floral body wash, as I breathed it in. It was so exciting and a little scary. Our lips touched so lightly and then I pressed mine to hers and felt their firmness, warmth, and suppleness against mine. I closed my eyes and held the kiss and then pulled away slowly. I felt guilty, excited and stimulated all together.
“...Daddy kiss it better…” she murmured and I smiled again.
She was so beautiful, sensuous, sexy and I just couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted to feel close to her. I wanted to feel her soft silken skin beneath my fingertips and caress the velvety smooth curves. I wanted to press my lips onto hers and feel our tongues intertwine. I wanted to taste her juices that flowed from between her loins. I wanted her to feel me at my hardest and caress my member with her slender fingers. I wanted to feel her hot breath upon my neck. I wanted to feel the excitement as she slivered her tongue across my body. That was when I realised I had my penis in my hand. Her father’s robe had fallen open again when I kissed her and in my aroused state, I was masturbating over her.
“Jessica?” I called, hoping she might wake up. But she was gone again. Lightly snoring as she slept.
Silently I grasped the base of my erection and pumped up and down, watching Joseph’s daughter's chest rise and fall. My eyes fixed on Jessica's nipples, I pumped more furiously, the sensation infinitely more sensual now. Spurred by my arousal, I reached out to feel the soft skin of her neck, and swept my hand down in between her breasts. Still pumping awkwardly with my left hand, I trailed my fingers up the tiny mound of breast until he reached a nipple. Soft and shy, it instantly puckered at his fingertips, grateful for the touch. Jessica wriggled in her sleep, her sheets tumbling off her completely as she moved her legs. I froze, but he knew she wouldn't wake. I tugged at the tiny puckered nipple again, and rolled it in between my fingers. I couldn't be sure but he wanted to believe I heard a small moan from my girlfriend’s sleeping mouth. She settled down and her legs fell apart. She was wearing baggy pyjama shorts, probably a small size anyway but her petite frame could barely hold them up. They sagged over her hip bones and gaped open at her thighs... If I just moved the leg hole slightly to the right, I would probably be able to see her pussy…
I looked down at my engorged member; the purple head fully emerged from my foreskin, milky precum shining on the tip. I switched hands, moving his cum-dampened hand to my sleeping girlfriend's breast, and my free one to Jessica's thighs. I reached for her pyjama shorts silently, and moved them over. That's when she rolled towards me, fully exposed, the duvet on the floor. I gulped. In this new position I could see everything. With her legs parted like this, she was completely exposed. Her virgin pussy was obviously wet, I could see her juices glistening. I had done that, I realised, from arousing her sensitive nipples. I had caused her sleepy sexual arousal. I had made her wet, without her consent, as she lay there, helpless and vulnerable. The sight of her small slit was enough to push him over the edge, but I needed more. I continued rolling her nipple and tugging at it softly, keeping a tentative, gentle pace for about three minutes, my eyes fixed on Sophie's youngest daughter's pussy… her sweet cherry pie.
A noise startled me and I stopped. Sophie was in her bathroom across the hall, probably removing the ejaculate I sprayed over her body. I remained motionless but heard nothing more so I sat and watched Jessica as she lay there, totally exposed and vulnerable. I was suddenly intrigued by the family resemblance. With Sophie's needy vulva still in my mind I studied her daughter's vulva and started panting. She could hear my breathing. There it was, so similar, almost identical… maybe smaller. I stared, and moved closer, observing every detail. She was clearly aroused. I gazed at her outer pussy lips, smooth like her Mom’s. Inside those outer lips were another set of delicate labia, small and somewhat damp. Over those inner lips was a hood where, like her mother's, her labia joined. The hood was topped by a perfect triangle of pubic hair. Adorned above it, her ginger pubes, short and well prepared. Or was that the same golden/strawberry blonde colour of her mother's tidy triangle? But between her inner lips was a tight wet slit, slightly open, and I could see a hint of her vagina. I knew that was where my penis would soon go, sliding into that hot wet place, grasping my hard cock, stimulating the hard shaft and glans until I spat sperm up against her cervix. She wanted this soon. As soon as tomorrow. I hoped she was on the pill.
I tried to stop myself. I needed to be stronger than this! The reality of my situation dawned upon me. I was a broken man. I was now evil and corrupted. I succumbed to my primal instinct. My dark urges. No one to blame this time. This was all on me. Shakily, I reached my free hand forward and gingerly pushed my middle finger inside her shorts until I felt it come into contact with her pussy. She made no move. Her breathing didn't change. She was in a deep sleep. I could feel her heat, she was still on fire and her genitals had become a furnace. I cupped her sex and left my hand there, feeling her bush against my palm, sensing her wetness. I left my hand there for a minute, and then another. Jessica didn't even twitch. Her face was relaxed, her breathing deep, her small boobs gently rising up and down. She was so pretty. What if she woke up now? What would she say? What would she think of me? I wasn't the man she thought I was. I had a sickness… a darkness inside me. Her mother had made me cum less than twenty minutes ago and here I was, molesting her daughter in the one place she should be safe. No one was safe from me. They would all be better off without me.
But I loved her. I wanted her.
I tentatively moved a finger and explored her slippery slit. I could feel a gloop of her own cream at the entrance to her pussy, still pooling out from the stimulation to her nipple. I would give her another kind of stimulation now. I wriggled my finger around in her soft, wet heat and swiped upwards to feel her small but swollen clit. I gently stroked it, rubbing her nectar over her. I stroked again and again, softly but with skill, until I reached more fingers forward and pinched it. How I longed to lick it, to bury my face in her hot glistening pussy. I couldn't do that right now, not at this angle. Not without waking her. I rolled my sleeping girlfriend's clit around in my fingers, it slipped between them easily with all her juices. My dick jolted and I relieved Jessica's nipple to concentrate on myself again. A tiny but audible moan escaped her lips, and I smiled like a Cheshire cat. Encouraged, I massaged my fingers into her wetness and rubbed her clit harder, more furiously. Jessica squirmed in her sleep, she parted her legs more. I pumped my erection at the same slow but methodical pace.
“...oh… oh…” Jessica whimpered, dreamily, but she still didn't wake, “...mm… oh… ohhh daddy…”
The way she said daddy spoke to the sexual beast that had weakened inside me. She growled the word with a surprising deepness in her voice that shook my entire being. I was losing control. Losing my senses. I withdrew my finger, released my swollen erection and saw my chance. I quietly stood up, my thighs in line with her bed and, as quietly as I could, gently pressed my hips forward so the tip of my penis, salty with my own precum, just touched the virgin's pussy. My cock. Jessica's pussy. The sight alone seemed to clear my head, the desire to thrust and claim her virginity slowly receded. I didn't want to wake her so with my blood pumping in my ears I carefully withdrew. I put my hand back around my erect member and reached forward again with my other hand, prising open her petals and making contact again with her clit, releasing more and more of her slippery juices and fixing her nipples upright. Her swollen lips seemed to magically open to my touch. I gently teased her, not wanting to rouse her from her sleep, but desperate to enhance whatever dream she was having. As I caressed up and down her pretty pussy her inner labia peeked out of her outer folds. Her pussy was already contracting and oozing her juices out in a thin steady stream trickling over her thighs and onto her mattress cover. I settled myself inches from her dripping pussy and lightly fingered around her puffy outer lips. Jessica's pussy pussy contracted again and moaned sweetly, oozing with arousal. Using my finger I gently ran the tip up her wet slit allowing some of the juices to collect before flicking her clit teasingly.
“...ah… oh… ohhhh Jeff…” she signed and I beamed at the mention of my name.
I went to work on her clitoris, using ever increasing, delicate tiny movements to stimulate her. Jessica twitched her hips in anticipation for more. I knew she was going to cum, I could feel it in her, her legs shifted and her arms stiffened in her sleep.
“ah… ahh… ahhh… oh!” She squeaked and seconds later she climaxed.
I felt my sleeping girlfriend cum on my fingers, I tugged at myself once last time but then I was overcome with guilt and the reality of what I was doing. I wanted nothing more than to let my jizz explode over Sophie's daughter's virgin pussy, soaking her. I shuddered and quickly released my pulsing manhood, wrapping Jessica's father's robe tightly around me and tidying the cord tightly. I held my breath waiting for Jessica to wake… but she was still sleeping soundly. A dreamy smile upon her lips. As I savoured her release I watched her face carefully for signs of consciousness. Expecting her green eyes to flutter open any moment. They stayed closed. I wondered what she would think if she saw me. Although she would be shocked, I knew she loved and trusted me more than anyone in the world. Had I not just betrayed that trust? Hadn't I just sexually abused her? I immediately felt remorse and staggered to my feet, backing away from her bed. Horrified by my actions. I quietly opened the door and backed through it, keeping my eyes on Jessica the whole time. I stared breathlessly at her. Sophie's daughter. Semi naked on her bed. Her pheromones permeated her room and stimulated my cock to leak as profusely as her pussy. I carefully studied her small buds, jiggling with the rise and fall of her chest. I wasn't sure why watching Sophie's youngest daughter made my penis lurch so alarmingly in her father's robe. All I knew was that, like all forbidden things, it felt good.
I quietly closed the door, and with a noise from the bathroom, I jolted back from Jessica's doorway and hobbled back to the stairs, tugging the cord to secure Joseph's robe. I met Sophie back in the kitchen. She was still wearing her camisole and pink panties and looked so different from the sleeping beauty upstairs; still stunning, but like a different version of the same thing. She greeted me with the same smile her daughter wore.
“Is Jessica okay?”
“She’s sleeping soundly.” I said guiltily.
Then Sophie stopped in her tracks, wide eyed, her mouth open in surprise. She looked down, and there poking between the folds of her husband's robe was my drooling erection.
“Wow, she can do that to you when she’s unconscious?" Sophie asked, “You were spunking your load all over me less than half an hour ago, Jeff. I have to admit though, that robe looks good on you.” She approached me confidently and placed her arms around my neck and breathed deeply, "Oh!” She exclaimed, “You smell so good. You remind me of Joseph. I bought him that aftershave. It suits you."
"It’s on the robe…" I confessed.
"I’m going to buy you some. A birthday present from your hormonal Baby Mama.” I can see the tension on her face as she considers what to do. “Between the scent, the robe and your erection… I’m feeling incredibly horny. I’m still wearing your semen and I’ve just filled the tub. Why don't you join me?"
"I don’t think that’s a good idea…"
"I can’t greet my husband and daughter plastered in cum," she laughed, pulling us together.
"You go… I need to just… think about things." I reassured her softly as I tried to deal with the sins I seem so capable of committing.
"Jeff, you think too much. Time to stop thinking. I told you a long time ago, I’m here for you, especially when you’re… frustrated. You can’t greet Joseph and Rachel with that thing tenting his bathrobe. Either I deal with it, here and now, or we relax together in a hot, comforting bath. It’ll ease your troubled mind."
I couldn’t argue with her logic. I knew I didn’t want to cum again. Not feeling like this. And the hot tub would be relaxing… "I– I…"
Before I could get my words out Sophie covered my mouth with hers and proceeded to kiss me passionately. The kiss was heated and urgent, and I reflexively melted into it. She pressed her body into mine as her tongue probed into my mouth. Her tongue was warm, and the skin of her scantily clad body was feverishly hot. Sophie's sexual passion was contagious and soon I was moaning into her mouth as we kissed. I don't know if it was Sophie's sexy body pressed against mine, or the beautiful urgency of her kisses, but I felt delicious tingles running across my skin and my painful regret dissolved. The whole world seemed to melt away, except for Sophie. She was warm and beautiful and the things she was doing to me with her hands, her lips and her tongue were delicious and addictive. And when I was nearly breathless and gasping, Sophie’s mouth separated from mine and she held me close in such a way that her breasts could press against me. She had beautiful breasts and they felt wonderful against my bare skin. They were warm and soft and the friction of her flesh against mine caused more tingly feelings. I began to pant and soon I could feel an exhilaration that echoed the throbbing in my sex. I was feverish with sexual need, luckily, I had a warm, willing and beautiful woman in my arms to help deal with that.
"Come with me, both of us need to get upstairs and into that big hot tub."
"Ummm, okay, I guess you're probably right."
I was trying not to get too overwhelmed by this development, the hard-on in my pants not helping. She took me by the hand and we both headed back upstairs and into the master bathroom.
"Joseph and I always used to bathe together when we were younger. Sometimes even my Mom would join us… she was very forward and happy to express herself sexually."
"Wasn’t she a dominatrix?"
"She wouldn't have labeled herself as such… but she was a dominant woman. She shaped me into who I am today."
"She did a good job."
"I’m not so sure about that. I made Ellen. She made herself in her grandmother’s image."
"You also made the twins."
"And all four of us are desperate for your love. You sacrificed yourself time and time again. Forgave us. You saved us… and you’ll keep on saving us because it’s who you are. Our own personal guardian angel."
"I’m no angel…"
Looking past her I see the oversized bathtub, steaming and filled with bubbles. Her eyes searched mine, as if trying to seek out and eliminate my pain. She leaned in towards me and gently pushed the cotton robe off my shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor at my feet. My penis was still erect, and when it was freed from its cotton prison, it sprung up, pointing at my pregnant married lover.
Sophie gasped, then quietly said, "It's a beautiful thing… to express your attraction… in such an obvious way."
It was both exciting and weird to be naked in front of her. It was the first time I'd ever gotten naked with a woman purely for the sake of being nude rather than as a prelude to intercourse, and it felt empowering. I decided that I must have an exhibitionist streak. I didn't really want to let Sophie know just how turned on I was, but my erection gave me away.
"Yes, you are an angel. You are beautiful, Jeff," Sophie whispered in admiration, as she started to pull down the straps to her camisole. Looking over at me she saw me watching her, unsure of what to do.
"Go on, into the tub. I’ll join you in a few moments."
I stood motionless, my eyes glued to her. She continued to strip, removing her camisole, exposing her large firm breasts. Standing in just her pink panties, she folded her camisole and put it on the bathroom counter. I watched her hesitate again, and finally pull down her panties to her ankles and kick them away. There, below her triangle of orange hair, were her pubic lips, beginning to swell and part. I was feeling the pain of his hard-on as we both stood opposite each other, totally nude, her body covered in goosebumps, her nipples standing out so far that they almost looked painful. I took a few tentative steps towards the tub, my cock bouncing, Jessica’s mother's eyes instantly drawn to it. I stepped guiltily into the water, panting a little at its temperature then lowered myself up to my neck in its hot depths. It felt simply wonderful as my body adjusted to the heat; the calming, soothing liquid enveloped my tired, aching muscles, its warmth making me almost dizzy with the sensations. I sat on the submerged bench, lay back against the smooth side, spread my arms around its edge and tilted my face towards the cum covered woman watching me.
"I’ll be back in a few minutes," she said as she danced, fully naked, out of the room.
Relaxation washed over me. Alone in the bathroom, my dark thoughts dissipating, I splashed the water into my face and pressed the button beneath my fingers. The bubbles started. I could feel the powerful water jets pummelling my legs, lower spine and shoulders, easing the strain my body was feeling. I closed my eyes and let myself drift into a doze.
"Pfffft!" The sound of a drink can being opened snapped me back from my reverie with a jolt.
"I’m back!" Sophie's voice coming from behind me was soft and friendly, "Fancy a beer?"
I jumped with surprise. My awkwardness made her giggle as she walked round the tub and into my field of view. "Holy shit!" I called out in shock. It was surreal. I was looking right at Sophie's big naked breasts. She was showing them off for me, and I was staring. They were still the best pair of tits I had ever seen. They jutted out, perfectly round and perfect. The satiny flesh took my breath away every time I saw them. A scattering of freckles adorned the top of her cleavage, repeating on her shoulders and the bridge of her nose. Her hard nipples were throbbing, pointed outward, the hard nubs calling to me. Her narrow waist and child bearing hips completed the vision of beauty. The baby I had put in her belly had even given her tummy a new curvaceous appearance that complimented her amazing curves. My eyes roamed her nude figure, and she smiled at my appreciative appraisal of her boobs. They were perkier than they had any right to be, and the soft, smooth, dense flesh was calling to me. Her pert tits jiggled and swung as she bent over to pick up her husband's robe letting me watch her big udders bouncing against each other while she reached down. Then Jessica’s Mom stood up and faced me. I was stunned into silence. No glib remark. No cocky smirk. I was mesmerized, gazing at my Sophie's pretty, sexy triangle of fur, complementing the smooth, taut, puffy lips. I looked up at her smiling face, grinning wickedly, happy to see me so enraptured by her hot naked body.
"You make my tummy flip when you look at me like that. I am a very lucky woman to have a young man who appreciates her the way you do." she said as she handed me a can of cold beer and lowered herself gently into the water opposite me.
She leaned back until just the tips of her barely-covered nipples were visible above the foam. I could see they were still very erect.
"You've been trying to deny yourself this," she said accusingly once she had settled herself on the low bench, "Why?"
"What makes you think that?" I asked, spinelessly answering a question with a question.
She gave me an exasperated look.
"I'm not a naive teenager," she said enigmatically, "I know you. There’s something special between us. A connection. I know when something's off."
By now my cock was rock hard and painfully bobbing in the turbulent water. I fidgeted beneath the bubbles trying to will myself soft without drawing my married lover's attention to my discomfort.
"I'm weak… pathetic! I couldn’t help myself… I made a terrible mistake," I replied, trying to sound like a parent and not like the rather frightened, turned-on teenager that I felt like, "I shouldn't have..." I ran out of words.
"Shouldn't have what?" she asked in genuine concern.
“I shouldn't have checked on Jessica. I'm no good for her.”
“What's on your mind, Jeff? It’s more than that. Talk to me. I won't ever judge you."
"Jessica was hot… on top of the bedcovers… she was having a sex dream…" I confessed, embarrassment reddening my cheeks.
“Rachel tells me that Jessica has been having sex dreams about you since the day you moved in next door! Jeff, you’ve seen my daughter naked before. Please don’t worry.”
“No, it's much worse than that. I couldn't control myself. I couldn’t help it… Sophie… I touched her… while she slept. I pinched her nipples. I fingered her… I think she had an orgasm! I molested her!”
“Jeff, for fuck sake, Jess is desperate for you to molest her! If she wasn’t ill she’d have made you pop her cherry as soon as you came over. You’d be fucking each other senseless right now! You’re a teenage boy. You have needs. Please don’t beat yourself up. We will tell Jessica about this when she’s better. Trust me, she welcomed your advances and she will be more than happy to hear you enhanced her wet dream. Everything’s going to be okay. Do you understand?” She spoke firmly, her eyes locked on mine.
“Okay,” I said meekly.
“I’m here for you. I will make it better and everything will be okay.”
"I shouldn't have fingered your daughter without her consent!" I said aggressively.
"Jeff!"
"Well that's what happened isn't it?”
“No…” she sighed, "I saw you… when I came up here to prepare the hot tub. Jeff, I saw you with Jessica, through her open bedroom door. I saw her loving boyfriend tending to her and learning to deal with his own needs. Don't you think I would have stopped you if I thought you were doing anything wrong?," she asked quietly.
“It is wrong!”
“No, your perception is wrong. Twisted by… others… who have left scars on you. There was no malevolence in what I saw you doing with my youngest daughter. There isn't an ounce of evil inside you. The fact that you've confessed this so-called wrong doing to me, her Mom, proves it. You are loving and caring but you are also torturing yourself… and it's my job to heal you. Ellen did this to you and it's my responsibility to fix this.”
“It's not all down to Ellen. Maybe she's the only one who really understands who I am. It's inside of me!”
“Just like my mother's madness was inside of me. But you cured me, Jeff. Let me help you. I know you need this, you're still healing. Terribly conflicted. Guilt gnaws at your soul. I keep telling you that I understand. I see your suffering Jeff. I'm here to relieve it. You're family now. I have your little one inside of me. I'll do anything for members of my family… anything and everything. Especially when you're frustrated.”
Sophie’s blue eyes sparkled with mischief and something moved between my thighs. I quickly tried to close my knees but was too late; Sophie had stretched out her leg until her right foot was pressing against my crotch, her toes firmly against the erection that I now couldn't hope to hide.
"That's better," she said, wiggling her toes against my shaft, "I thought you might be hiding something from me. Now we don't have to pretend. Your body is trying to tell you something, you need to start listening."
"Sophie, I..."
"Don't worry!" she interrupted, "When I told you everything was okay, I meant EVERYTHING was okay." Her toes wriggled again against my cock which was now throbbed painfully beneath the waves. "Except it isn't okay anymore because you didn’t cum, did you?" Her toes worked their way beneath my tight scrotum.
"Why are you doing this, Sophie?" I asked, for some reason quite unable to do the simple thing and push her foot away from my groin.
"Don't you like it?" she asked archly, "It feels as if you like it." She wiggled her toes against my erection again.
"Sophie, please..." I began but there was no conviction in my voice.
"It's only fair," she continued, her foot falling away from my groin. “I've been wearing your seed proudly for the last half hour.” She slid forwards in the water until she was on her knees in front of me, the bubbles reaching her breasts, her hands replacing her toes on my erection. "After all, if it's okay for you to touch Jessica, then it should be okay for me to touch you, shouldn't it?"
"Sophie, no ..."
"We both know Jessica would give you permission. Let me heal you. Or simply climb out of this tub and leave the house. Jessica would understand."
The supposed threat was obvious but belied by her eyes which were sparkling with mischief as her fingertips caressed the underside of my erection.
"Stop!" I croaked in surprise.
My hands flew to my groin in an attempt to cover myself but she was determined. I felt her slender fingers closing around the upper half of my exposed shaft. A surprised, uncertain expression crossed her face but whatever thoughts were causing it, she seemed to fight them away and I felt her grip on my shaft tighten.
"You aren't my prisoner. Fair's fair, Jeff," she said softly in a voice quite unlike her normal tones, "it's my turn now."
She brushed my helpless hands away and began to run her fingers inexpertly up and down my erect cock. I felt her nipples press into me as she leaned closer, her hands exploring my shaft, beneath my foreskin. My body didn't complain and within seconds my cock was fully erect. Sophie's fingers delved deeper between my thighs as if exploring my testicles.
"Sophie please," I began, "we shouldn't..."
"Shh!" she interrupted, "we already did, remember?"
"I bring it all on myself. Since I met Ellen… there's a darkness inside of me," I replied breathlessly.
"No there isn't! Don't let her make you believe that! She manipulated you into being submissive and riddled with guilt. Even the twins messed with your head. Today is a new day. It's time for you to be the man I know you want to be. From this day forward you are free to be… the real version of you. The man we all love.”
I felt very naked and exposed; my forty year old married lover had just one thing on her mind as she caressed my manhood from the base to the tip. Her fist buried itself in my tangle of pubic hair at its base and then vertically upwards, stretching my foreskin over my angry cock head. Beneath the water, my nextdoor neighbour began to masturbate me, her slender fingers sliding up and down my so-hard shaft. Looking back it was obvious that she had little idea of what was going on beneath the surface of the water; she made no attempt to play with my smooth, swollen end or the tight sack between my thighs but it didn't matter; the sensations were wonderful if bewildering. Indeed I was still so aroused that, if she had done any more, I would probably have cum straight away.
“Do you want to leave?” She said, breathlessly.
“No.”
A huge glow of satisfaction crossed her pretty young face as she moved closer, her hands still on my cock then rose slowly to her feet in front of me, only releasing my erection as she stood upright with the bubbling water washing around her barely-covered groin. Her smooth, slightly protruding belly was only a few inches from my face, dripping with hot water; her pale skin slightly tinged with the pink which was as close as she ever got to a sun tan. She placed her hands on my shoulders and stood still, expectantly, her legs straddling mine. Stunned, compliant and with my heart thumping, I raised my right hand to her left hip and gently pulled her back to me.
"Good,” she said, seductively, “Stop second guessing what people think or what you should do. Just be you. From now onwards. Just be you."
My heart still pounded in my chest as I reached out for her waist with both hands, then ran my fingers down her sides, across her skinny tight buttocks and around to her flame-red triangle where I tangled my fingertips in the tight curls.
"Are you sure you want this?" I whispered. My married lover nodded slowly.
"I'm sure… Daddy." She said the word exactly the same way Jessica had pronounced it and something resonated inside of me.
She must have heard her daughter. She must have seen the reaction it had on me. Yes, I knew precisely why she said it; to establish a power dynamic within our relationship, where she expected me to be dominant and protective, creating a sense of security and stability. She wanted to express her trust and vulnerability, signaling her willingness to take on a submissive role, inviting me to take the lead. I slid my hand between the top of her pale, skinny thighs, feeling the warmth of her wet flesh against my skin. She was smooth and hot and incredibly arousing as she parted her legs to give me freer access once again. Turning my hand slightly, I ran my middle finger slowly along the length of her slit, feeling the heat from her body and the soft vulnerable folds of flesh concealed between her puffy, almost hairless outer lips.
"Mmmm… keep going… just be you."
She moaned softly and I repeated the action, toying with her inner lips and finishing up with my fingertips either side of the hard nub of her clitoris. I squeezed it gently.
"Oh!"
The sound of pleasure and surprise that escaped her lips made my erection surge yet further upwards. Emboldened, I began to toy with her clit, running my finger along its underside then back between her thighs until I could dip its tip into her vagina.
"Yes... yes please, Daddy..." She growled again.
My heart palpitations made me light headed at the allure of the taboo. When she said "daddy" in this sexual context it spoke directly to the aspect of myself I was desperately trying to hide. She was using this familial and nurturing term, wanting me to take on this more intimate role, creating a blend of forbidden excitement and transgression. It did inspire me. Unlike Jessica, Sophie seemed to get more pleasure from her vagina than her clitoris so I plunged my finger deeper into her and began to work it back and forth. She was always so surprisingly tight; incredibly tight and I had to press hard to penetrate her body but I persisted until my entire middle finger was inside her, my palm cupping her fiery red triangle. I worked my finger around, curling it back towards her pubic bone in search of her g-spot, still amazed at how extraordinarily my young married lover's vagina really was. Finally my fingertips found the small rough patch hidden within her and I began to stroke it, first slowly then with small, fast movements.
"Oh… Daddy!"
Sophie's already-trembling body began to shake as my fingers did their job within her vagina. Her hands were on my shoulders; I felt her fingernails digging into my flesh as the muscles on my forearm bunched and my fingertip moved faster and faster over her g-spot, her vagina still gripping me as tightly as I had ever been gripped.
"Daddy...Oh Daddy..." she moaned.
A large tremor rocked her body as, I guessed, a small orgasm passed through her. I fingered her a little more and a larger tremor swiftly followed. I looked into her pretty face; her eyes were tightly closed and she was biting her lower lip. Driven by my own needs, I slowed my fingering to a stop, feeling tiny aftershocks passing through her curvaceous body. Her eyes opened and I looked into their dreamy pupils anxiously.
"Do you want to... Fuck?" Sophie asked softly. Her half-finished question was answered with my clear, unambiguous slow nod. "We don't have to. We can stop at any time. But, Jeff, I’m pregnant and horny… and I really want to..."
Removing my hand from her groin and taking her firmly by the waist, I turned her back towards me. Naked from the waist down, her half-hidden buttocks were pale and firm. I steered her until her bottom was over my lap and slowly but firmly held her above my waiting erection. She didn't hesitate either, and quickly then lowered herself down, until her beautiful pussy touched the top of my dick, and then it eased open, and she sank onto my length. I felt the heat of her body in the water as her vulva touched the sensitive tip of my cock which parted her inner lips as it slowly penetrated her lithe mature body.
"Oh yeah!" she exclaimed in delight, as her wet snatch engulfed my member.
I moaned in delight too, and then again, as Sophie then started to lift and drop on me, sliding her moist little cunt up and down my hard cock eagerly, and as soon as she started to ride me, we both moaned in pleasure again. As the hot fit blonde bounced up and down on my firm manhood, I held onto her wide hips, supporting her, as Sophie carried on plunging herself onto my length and groaning in delight, the bubbling water splashing between us. I swear my cock grew even harder inside Sophie, as I glanced down at the sight of her ass rising and falling, and I was still coming to terms with the fact that I made her pregnant. I took it all in, Sophie carried on bouncing up and down on me, happily moaning and groaning as she did, I let my hands roam around to hold onto her bouncing breasts. I then slid my hands around her slim waist, and started to help her rise and fall on my hard cock.
"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" she exclaimed in delight, as she rode me some more.
She slid up and down me again, and then stopped abruptly with a sigh, as she fully impaled herself on my firm dick. Sophie then lifted herself off of me, and as she stepped away, she left my erect length throbbing in the water. The tension now broken, Sophie rose up in the water, turned around to face me and replaced her hands on my shoulders. A broad smile on her face, she lowered her lips to mine and we kissed. At first it was a simple peck, then a second, then a third then we dissolved into a full scale make-out kiss, lips wide open, tongues deep in each other's mouths. And as we kissed, I felt her knees moving either side of mine until she was straddling me properly. Without breaking the kiss and with judicious use of her supple, writhing hips, my anxious fingers and a lot more giggling, we managed to part her inner lips again to let her ease herself onto my cock. Our mouths froze and parted as the head of my cock effortlessly entered her body. The feeling of her tight, hot vagina sliding down over my painfully hard erection is one I will never forget. Biting her lip again, Sophie lowered herself slowly onto me, paused, then rocked back and forth, raising and lowering herself until her smooth, padded buttocks rested on my lap. This time I could feel my erection being slightly bent by the pressure of her cervix on its tip.
It was as if I was in a dream. My girlfriend's mother was warm, tight and all around me, her incredible breasts right in front of my unbelieving eyes. I raised my head towards hers and she kissed me deeply on the mouth, our tongues entwining as she wriggled on my cock, somehow managing to sink an extra half inch deeper until I clearly felt my sensitive head pressing hard against the entrance to her impregnated womb. My hands cupped her buttocks on my lap and I kissed her ample, firm breasts. I was going to suck one her inch long nipples but Sophie's hands prevented me. I looked into her sapphire blue eyes puzzled.
“I lose my mind when you suck my nipples. We both need this to last and when you're ready, I want you to cum inside me.” Her arousal had turned her nipples into hard, tight nubs and I kissed first one then the other drawing each in turn into my mouth where I teased it with my front teeth with what I hoped was gentleness and passion mixed together. Sophie giggled and began to raise and lower herself on my cock, her fingers on my shoulders again to help her balance. My hands returned to her buttocks, firm, smooth and round. I could feel the muscles of her legs and groin tensing and relaxing as she gently rode me, her body quickly lubricating again to both our delight and relief. The angle of my penetration was still awkward and my erection somewhat bent but when her buttocks reached my lap with every downward stroke almost my full length was embedded in her. The tightness of her talented vagina sent incredible waves of pleasure through my body. I shuddered and let out a soft moan.
"Mmmm! I've wanted this for sooo long," Sophie whispered, leaning closer to me, "I thought you'd never get the message!"
She leaned back and grinned at me, my cock bending awkwardly within her body, her hands firmly on my shoulders as she rose and fell, rose and fell, the bubbling water now making splashing sounds that I was sure would give us away but which Sophie completely ignored.
"Mmmm... I think... you've wanted this... for a long time too," she whispered in time with the movement of her slender body.
"Oh fuck! Yes" I moaned as her vagina squeezed my aching shaft.
"Then why... shouldn't we... enjoy... ourselves?"
"But Jessica..."
"Shhh!... She'll never know... this can be... our little secret..."
"Oh Sophie! That feels soooo good!"
"Mmmm... it's good... for me too..."
Her hands were on my shoulders, her breasts moving gently up and down with the movement of her legs. The water rippled softly around her waist, thighs and peachy buttocks as she slowly impaled herself over and over again on my cock, her hands stroking my shoulders and upper arms as I stroked her face and pert breasts.
'Mmmm... that's so lovely," she moaned, lowering her mouth to whisper in my ear again.
"Sophie..." I began but she put a single finger across my lips.
"I think... it's time... for you to fuck me properly Daddy!" She hissed.
"Where...?" I whispered back.
“Right here in the tub."
"But Jessica might hear us," I protested weakly.
“She's exhausted and recovering from the orgasm you gave her," she whispered, still rising and falling on my erect cock, "don't you want me, Daddy?"
"Oh Sophie..."
I felt her arms close tightly around my neck and her smooth legs wrap themselves around my hips and upper thighs. My erection, still partly inside her body, twisted awkwardly then slipped out of her vagina but I didn't care; I leaned forward and began to stand in the water, surprised at how little the pregnant woman weighed. For a moment we stood up in the water. Sophie, her long beautiful pale legs wrapped around me. Water cascaded from our bodies as I shuffled clumsily forward to the edge of the tub and I carefully lowered her bottom onto the wide edge. Sophie's eyes never left mine as she released my neck, then leaned back on the wooden deck, propped up on her slender arms and spread her beautiful legs wide, exposing her puffy, engorged vulva, her ginger pubic hair glistening, her boobs sitting proudly on her chest. I shuffled forward until my legs met the edge of the submerged seat where I knelt carefully, ensuring my cock was level with her open, waiting vulva and took it firmly in my hand. I shuffled forward until its smooth rounded head was pressed against her puffy slit and rubbed it up and down until I found the hot slippery core within.
"Are you sure?" I asked as I pressed my tip between her inner lips.
"It's a bit late to change my mind, isn't it?" she chuckled, "just fuck me, Daddy!"
Before the words were out of her mouth, I pressed myself forwards and into her body again. Sophie gasped as half my length penetrated her in a single thrust.
"Oh Jeff!" she croaked, "Oh Daddy!"
Her body tensed, her legs closing around my hips as if to push me away but then just as suddenly relaxed.
"Did I hurt the baby?" I asked, concerned.
She shook her head emphatically and I drew myself back until just the head of my cock was within her. I pressed myself forwards again, this time at least two third of my shaft slipped inside her. I pulled back again, then made little in-and-out movements close to her entrance and was delighted to feel her lubrication flowing around my shaft.
"Is this better?" I asked softly.
"Mmm..." she nodded, biting her lower lip as she stared down between her open thighs where half my shaft was clearly visible, joining our pubes, her eyes now soft and dreamy.
I pulled back once more then with a long, slow, smooth motion, thrust myself forwards, ignoring all resistance until my lower belly pressed hard against the underside of her thighs and almost my full length was inside her vagina.
"Oh!" she squealed then immediately slapped a hand across her own mouth and I felt her vagina tighten hard around my shaft until it actually hurt.
"Sophie!" I exclaimed as my cock was crushed by the vice-like grip of her vagina, the ligature that was its mouth half throttling my poor erection and maybe even trying to expel it from her body. I pressed myself hard into her, fighting the spasm, holding my cock as deep in her as I could.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." she began.
"Are you okay?" I asked again, feeling her whole body tense around me.
Again she nodded and her blue eyes fixed firmly on mine, a look of pain and determination on her pretty, incredibly young-looking face. Nothing I had felt in the hot tub came close to the sensations I felt now with her forty year old vagina gripping my shaft so tightly from its swelling head right down very nearly to its thick base. With some difficulty, I pulled back half way again as if any further withdrawal would let her expel me completely, then thrust myself forward again until I was deep within her once more. Sophie let out a short, strange grunt but made no attempt to stop me. I drew myself half way back again then began to move in and out of her in long, slow, controlled strokes, feeling her vagina lubricate further and finally begin to loosen around me with each penetration. As she loosened, so the look of anxiety on her face first began to relax then became an expression of surprised pleasure.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she sighed softly, her low voice barely audible over the gentle swooshing of the water around my thighs as I moved back and forth.
"It feels different with your baby bump. You feel different. Is this okay?" I asked under my breath.
She just smiled and let her head fall back on her shoulders, exposing her pale thin neck. She looked so young and for a moment I wondered how many other men or boys had felt what I was feeling right then. Encouraged, I began to thrust faster, my thighs making waves in the water which sloshed loudly against the sides of the tub, keeping pace with the increasing volume of her moans. As my hips struck hers harder, so her legs opened wider and I felt myself slip that extra half inch into her body until our pubic triangles were pressed hard together. As I reached the extreme depth of my thrust, her eyes flew wide open in surprise.
"OhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGod!"
What could only be an orgasm gripped her body and I felt her vagina tighten around my shaft until every ridge and undulation on my cock screamed pleasure at me. Half a dozen strokes later, I felt the unmistakable beginning of my own climax bearing down on me; a sharp wet heart stirring deep between my thighs and spreading outwards rapidly. That's when the hot tub cycle ended and the bubbles suddenly stopped. The room was bathed in silence. I remembered Jessica's demands at the last possible second and pulled out.
“Nooooooo!” Sophie lamented, far too loudly, and we both looked down at my lurching member.
Before I could even try and control myself, the white hot spasm of my orgasm rushed from my loins to my lower back and up my spine as I began to ejaculate. My climax came so rapidly and so violently that I was lucky to withdraw before the damage was done. A rather large rope of cum launched from my cock beneath the now still waters. It slowly arched across her pelvis, splashed into the water and just hung there, suspended. A second line of cum spurted over her baby bump, a third line covered her thigh and the final line of cum went part way up her thigh and across her pussy, into her pubes.
"Why did you… pull out?” She gasped.
Her pussy was bucking the empty space between us looking for something to rub on. I had denied her a creampie but I didn't want her to question my incentive and dug my fingers hard into the flesh of her waist and hips and pulled her body violently onto my hard, pulsating, cock. I felt her hands on my shoulders then the sharp pain of fingernails piercing flesh as her thrusts became wild and uncontrolled. She lost herself to an even bigger orgasm. Amidst the din of wildly splashing water, I slammed myself as deep as I could go into Sophie's ripe body one last time and held her hard against me. It was only once silence had descended and only the sound of our laboured, panting breath broke the evening stillness that I realised just how noisy the two of us had been. My cock was already softening within her but the sudden fear of discovery turned it to a flaccid appendage instantly and it slipped messily from her red, puffy vagina. I sat back on my heels, feeling the warm water of the tub washing around my surprisingly sore cock and looked up at the woman who I should have thought of as a mother not a lover. She was smiling at me, her face and chest flushed pink in the half-light, her thighs still spread wide. I could see my semen gathering in the water as it drooled from her vulva and ran down the base of her slit towards the edge of the tub.
"Wow!" she said, mirroring the words running around my head.
"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" I bumbled stupidly, running my hands along her pale thighs.
Sophie shook her head and with a dopey look on her face she lowered her gaze as if embarrassed. But her blue eyes were gleaming and she made no attempt to conceal her gaping vulva. A look of triumph, almost elation came over her pretty face and it began to dawn on me what we had just done - what I had just done, I corrected myself. But there was no regret or reproach in her voice, quite the opposite in fact.
"Amazing! But oh my God! Why did you pull out?" I was now very confused. I had expected some post-coital talk, possibly even reproach but not this.."I told you to cum inside me. It's not like you could get me any more pregnant than I already am." Her voice was soft and almost child-like, making me remember just how much she reminded me of Jessica, and the position of trust I had just so badly abused.
"I had to pull out... I thought I might have hurt you," I said, trying to hold off the tsunami of remorse and guilt that was waiting to engulf me in my state of post-climax remorse.
The air was cool rather than cold and I could feel goose bumps rising on her smooth skin, as no doubt they were on mine.
"Come back into the water," I said quietly, glancing guiltily at the bathroom door.
"It's okay!" Sophie hissed as I helped her back into the warmth of the water, "she won't be awake for a while, and we were quiet anyway."
She settled on the submerged bench next to me, her legs across mine. I stroked her calves, knees and thighs lovingly and felt her fingers on my forearms in return. The sun descended over the mountains.
"Did you enjoy it?" She eventually broke the silence, her voice still that of a child.
"It was lovely," I replied honestly.
"Do you feel better?"
"Trust me, I've never felt any better!"
She leaned back, a satisfied smile on her face.
"I'm pleased, Jeff. Now I can divorce Joseph and marry you!"
My blood ran cold as the words penetrated deep into my brain, robbing me of all coherent thought. My hand froze on her leg and my body went stiff.
"You were supposed to cum inside me. I know you prefere… implicit instructions… so be sure that next time not only do you have permission to cum inside me, I will expect you too!"
"Sorry I… are you… joking?" I stammered, releasing her calf from my unintentionally hard grip. She frowned at me.
"You do want to marry me, don't you? Now we've made a baby, you have to marry me!"
I could taste the fear in my mouth - hard and metallic. What had I done? What kind of creature had I just made love to? What in God's name could I do now?
"Um... Sophie... ummm... I mean I... we..."
"I always wanted your baby and you'll be a great Daddy."
Oh my God! I could feel the sweat forming on my forehead and my spine tingled with fear. Then she exploded in laughter.
"I'm sorry! I couldn't resist it! You should see the look on your face!" she exclaimed as her body rocked with convulsions of laughter.
"Sophie!" I gasped, stunned.
"I'm sorry," she gulped in mouthfuls of air, "I'm just so happy; so relieved! And there's something about you that just makes me want to tease you."
My mind spun with a mix of hurt, anger and relief - but mostly relief.
"Then you're not..." I asked helplessly.
"Don't worry, but seriously, I will always want you to cum inside me," she said, stroking me under the chin and grinning, "always."
"I can't." I stammered,
"Can't…” her brow furrowed as she lost herself in thought. “You can't cum inside me because someone has told you not to. Jessica! What has my silly daughter demanded of you now?"
"She told me we could have sex but I wasn't to…"
“Give me a creampie,” she completed my sentence for me. I nodded. "Why would she get you to promise her that?" She added provocatively.
I was not expecting this response and must have looked surprised because she immediately laughed.
"She was feeling frustrated. Left out. She wanted to lose her virginity today but… it's not happening. I can't give you a creampie until I've given her one.”
“Well Jeff, now you have another dilemma, because I'm not going to let you leave without you giving me one. I will have a word with my manipulative daughter. She's not helping things but she's sick so she at least has an excuse," she smiled, the look of triumph still on her face. "I'll convince her to release you from your promise. I'm sorry I teased you but I'm just so happy and relieved. I love you so much!" She kissed me on the lips, her face warm and soft next to mine. "You've changed my life. Given me a son. And fucked me like a teenager. You feel guilty for touching up my daughter and didn't want to betray her trust in you by cumming in me. I might have been a little complicit in your molestation; I gave her a sleeping pill before you checked in on her."
"You did what?" I explained, puzzled but very pleased that we weren't in any immediate harm.
"You promise never to tell Jess?"
"How could I after tonight?" I asked. Sophie seemed satisfied with this reply because she leaned back and stroked my arm as my hand stroked her thigh again. I looked down into the water, ashamed.
She smiled again.
"It feels good to talk. We always do it afterwards, don't we?"
"Most times," I laughed, "you called it 'pillow talk'."
"Pillow talk?" she said, "this afternoon ours is 'Hot Tub Talk'"
"I suppose so."
She smiled as if really pleased. I looked shame-faced. There was a long silence. After a minute she squeezed my hand. "Today is the first day of the rest of your life. You actually did it! Saved us all. And I just had proper sex with a real man. You're not broken and I'm just a normal girl with a normal pussy. I can't tell you how good it feels knowing you still love."
"I do love you, Sophie."
"We are taking our first steps together as a family. I've waited so long to feel this way. We are going to make mistakes along the way but from now on, we are all here for each other. And I'm here for you."
"You have Joseph. I have Jessica."
"I need you!" I looked at her, puzzled. "Can't you guess why? I’m in love."
I stared at her, my eyebrows so high I must have looked like a clown. “But you're also in love with Joseph! You can't be in love with two people.”
“Really? How many women are you currently in love with? Let's count them: Jessica, one. Rachel, two…”
“You, three.” Sophie blushed bright pink then burst out laughing. I didn't tell her that there was still a distinct possibility that it was also ‘Ellen, four’.
"See? Why do you think everything is so complicated? You're trying to juggle us all. I thought I was going to lose you, I still do. It breaks my heart to even think it. So… I understand how Rachel's rejection has hurt you… I understand how losing Eleanor feels too. You amaze me that you're still here. God forbid if Jessica ever does anything to make you doubt she loves you. I worry terribly about you because I thing, of us all, I understand you the most. I know how fragile you are deep down. I know how close you've come to… ending it all."
There was a long pause as we looked at each other, our eyes locked together. Eventually I stammered:
"You mean..?" She nodded.
"I've always known. When I saw you… after Ellen and Jerome had left you in your apartment… I saw a man ready to face the end. The world can't lose you, Jeff. I can't lose you. I always loved you; right from the beginning, only I didn't realise what it was back then."
I was reeling. In always thought it was Ellen who could see through the mask Inwore… but Sophie… she saw right through me. "It's… I'm..."
"My teenage lover, yes I know it's… unconventional. But it's not wrong. I made you into a father. I needed to give you a reason to love… to carry on. You were the answer to all my dreams. Now our genetics are linked. Our baby will be the best parts of both of us."
I had to agree, but still felt like a sin. It most definitely was cheating on Jessica but then again, it really hadn't felt like cheating either.
"I thought I was going to lose everything," I said, bewildered.
"But you gained everything instead," she whispered, amused, "now you are struggling to juggle all of our needs. I’ll fix that!"
I hugged her freckled shoulders and kissed the top of her head. I felt her hand on my bare thigh then her fingers brushed against my semi-erect penis. I could feel her confidence growing by the way her body firmed beneath my hand.
"Do you think we could... do it again? Perhaps a few times?"
“You know I can't give you up. I should, but I can't. I should tell you no. But I won't. It's not right but I'm not right… but if you're thinking I can go again sometime soon… I can't. I physically can't.”
We both laughed and helped each other from the tub. Sophie handed me a big, white fluffy bath towel and we dried each other. We took great care with each other, I handled her breasts and dabbed the towel between her legs as she patted her towel around my now flaccid sex organ. She took a second towel and began to knot it around her head, wicking the moisture from her long, luscious locks of hair. The other towel wrapped around her abdomen, strategically positioned to cover all of her naughtiest bits. She then took my towel from me and carefully placed it around my hips, tying it off at my side. I admired the precision it took to wrap towels like that. It came from years of practice. Her head towel stayed firmly in place as she bent over the sink, searching for her hair brush again. Her body's towel was perfectly measured, it sat exactly low enough to show a respectable amount of cleavage, yet was high enough to hint the possibility of something scandalous. She glanced at my bare chest, and I quickly looked away when she saw me admiring her handiwork.
"Hey. Come here," she purred, seductively.
"Won't Joseph and Rachel be coming home soon?" I responded.
"We still have a couple of hours," She said, wrapping her around my waist.
She guided me to the edge of the tub and had me sit down then gently sat on my lap. She reached her hand up and gently pushed my cheek to her soft lips. Her kiss was sweet and playful. She rotated my head to give my lips a quick peck before I turned away again.
"Sophie, I'm exhausted… you're insatiable! I couldn't possibly–"
She interrupted with her nibbles on the back of my neck. Each nibble ended with a buzzy kiss, the vibrations traveling down my spine and down into my toes. My arms shivered as I took a deep breath. She could see the conflict in me.
"Just be with me," she pleaded.
I exhaled a long, slow, deliberate breath. My hand ran up her waist, my fingers roaming over her body and her fluffy towel. She closed her eyes and arched her back, stretching her arms and legs. Her extension caused a little more cleavage to peep out from under the towel.
"You take on too much responsibility for things beyond your control. You needn't feel so guilty. Trust me, Jessica will understand," she reminded me.
She opened her eyes and glared at me. Her head directly above mine and looked into my eyes, saying nothing and nuzzling her head to the side and kissed my neck.
"Would you like me to keep going?" Sophie asked.
"Mmmhmm."
Then the married mother moved her mouth closer to mine, and she kissed me hesitantly. She teased my lips, biting them gently and exploring the corners of my mouth before our tongues met again. I finally gave in and gave her a real, passionate kiss. I savoured the moment, she was an incredible kisser. We let our tongues dance freely, and then lingered in each other's mouths. Her tongue was nimbler than mine, and I was feeling my arousal built by her variety of licks, nibbles and flicks. We parted lips so I could kiss her neck. My other hand played and caressed atop your still-worn towel. My lips continued down her breasts.
"Shall I take it off?" She asked, her piercing blue eyes sparkling with mischief as she reached for the flap.
“Mommy?” A voice called out from beyond the bedroom door. Jessica's voice.
“I'll be tight there Cherry Pie,” Sophie called back, with a sigh of frustration.
I smirked. Saved by my girlfriend.
“Cherry Pie?” I enquired as she stood up and composed herself.
“She hasn't called me Mommy since she was little, she was always my Cherry Pie.”
I chuckled, “What about Rachel?”
“Strawberry Shortcake,” She replied with a grin.
“Cute names for cute girls. I didn't really know them back when we were small. I only remember them vaguely.”
“You're not so little now!” Sophie giggled, “You're tired Jeff, get yourself into my bed and I'll tend to Jessica. I'll make sure I talk to her about… things.”
“Oh,” was all I could reply as I felt the shame grip me again.
“I'm also going to make sure she doesn't make any more demands of you,” she grabbed my hand and pulled me with her into her bedroom.
With our towels wrapped around us we held hands as she opened the bed covers, inviting me to climb into her marital bed. She pulled my towel away from my body and pushed me gently onto their bed. The setting sun had warmed the room and I crawled under the covers. It felt safe and cozy. The pregnant woman gave me a goodbye kiss and skipped out of the room happily. I could still detect the lingering scent of lilac on the married couple’s bedsheets, I could smell Joseph's scent as well, but it was less noticeable. I moved the sheets back a little and spread myself in the middle of their luxurious mattress. I thought of Jessica’s mother and father having sex here, her dad mounting her and pushing himself deep inside, pounding her until he came. I remembered the times I had gone down on her during our secret sex sessions. We had fornicated in so many positions, doing the things that turned her on, secret things that she hadn't told anyone, well anyone except me.
The thought of me being naked in bed with Sophie was almost too much, of how she would caress and fondle me, of me kissing and sucking her wonderful tits and her pussy, and my hard cock fucking her. I lay on their bed, spreadeagle, my naked body barely taking up any space at all, my thoughts imagining her naked, her classic cheekbones and thin neck, her lean but shapely body, her beautiful tits, still firm with huge areola and nipples that just begged to be suckled. Her little, protruding, round baby bump and beautifully curved ass that I wanted to kiss every inch of. My back arched as I shivered thinking about her. I remembered our naked hot tub experience. I remembered emptying my nuts on her rather than inside her then I remembered nothing more.
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I must have been sleeping lightly because I was aware of her presence in the room. I hadn’t been sleeping long. I opened my eyes to see her body, still wrapped in a towel, was perfectly silhouetted in the soft light from the window. As soon as she saw I was awake she dropped the towel and just stood there in front of me, with her hands on her hips and giving him a big smile. She slowly turned around for me so I could get a look at her perfect ass as well. The sun had set. It was going to be dark soon. Then the bed was shifting as she climbed in under the covering sheet and didn't stop until she was lying on my outstretched arm facing me, her body pressed against mine. She tucked her head under my chin and snaked her top arm over my side until she was pulling us firmly together. Of course my penis began to grow hard from the moment I saw her curvy body and by this time it was standing tall and proud, pushing against her stomach as we hugged.
"Jeff?"
"Um, hum?"
"You know I love you, don't you?"
"Uh, huh."
"I’ve sat with Jessica. I’ve told her everything."
"Is she okay? Is she okay with… what I did… what we did?”
“I think so. She’s still pretty out of it. Are you okay?”
“Uh, huh."
"Good. Just so you know. I can't apologise for feeling this way about you."
"I know. But I don’t want Jessica to hate me. I promised her…"
"Don't feel bad about it. I'd just like to... "
"What would you like to do, Sophie?"
"Well... maybe I'd better not say…"
"I know what you want," I said sleepily, “you want to feel warm inside.” With that revelation she squirmed her vulva into my crotch, making it even harder.
"Sophie, I don't... I don't want to pressure us both into something we might regret."
"You’ve never forced me into doing anything. I know what it is to want something you can’t have. Jeff, you can have anything you want. But I understand, a sweet young thing like you needs a younger woman to... "
"Stop, Sophie. If I want a younger woman, I'm sure I can find a younger woman, don't you think?”
“Right now I want a younger man, Jeff. I want to sleep with you. I want us to fuck in the bed I share with my husband. I want you to cum inside me."
“But… What about Jess? Did she change her mind?”
"She's my daughter; she needs to learn. You don't know how much this means to me!" she said, her face a picture of sincerity, Her hand slipped to my groin again where my cock had hardened and was sticking out absurdly. "It doesn't look as if you're revolted by the idea..."
The evidence of our secret life was undeniable, as my body was beginning to make remarkable changes. Her belly had blossomed into a round, prominent bump. But it wasn't just my belly that had transformed; her breasts seemed to have swelled, becoming fuller and more sensitive. As I sat in the dimly lit room with my older lover, the weight of our actions hung heavy in the air. The tension and desire crackled between us, intensified by the physical manifestations of our taboo love. The soft fabric of her bedding strained against her engorged breasts, their ample size a constant reminder of the passion we shared. My gaze lingered on my rounded belly, an unspoken recognition of our forbidden connection. My eyes then traveled upward, fixating on her enhanced cleavage. A mixture of desire and guilt flickered in my gaze as I slowly spoke, unable to deny the allure of her body.
"Your boobs... they do look bigger," I muttered, his voice low and laden with desire. "I can't stop thinking about that night, even though I know it's wrong."
“I know it tortures you… the guilt… please don't worry. Please don't leave me. Please don't ever let me go?”
She leaned over me in her king-sized bed. She placed both her hands around my face and kissed me. The kissing increased in passion. Lips touching, tongues seeking their mate. Hands ravenously caressing each other's bodies. Her tits were like magnets, my hands drawn to them, cupping them lovingly. The areolas were huge and the buds hard.
“May I?" she knew I was referring to her breasts.
“Only if you fuck me…” she whispered in my ear, sending shivers through me.
I kissed the exposed area. Another inch, another kiss. I kissed and ran my tongue back and forth on her nipple.
“Jeff.” She whispered as I sucked one nipple into my hot mouth, pinching the other with my fingers. "Jeff… oh… wow." She gasped.
I smiled against her flesh, and pulled her closer. She wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned over my face. I switched sides, pulling hard on the other delicate nipple, this time nibbling a little as I sucked. I could feel her shudder, all down her back. I played my fingers along her ribcage and spine, teasing her muscles, rubbing gently, massaging, until I got to her hips. I held her up a bit, away from my body, and teased her more. I took the other nipple in my mouth and bit down gently, swiping the edge with my tongue. She cried out, breathing hard.
“Jeff, I need you, I can't stand the suspense.”
I nibbled and bit at her nipples over and over, scraping my teeth against the tips, until she was gasping and panting, arching her back, offering even more to me. I switched tactics and gently laved the other turgid point, flattening my tongue against it, as I pulled her hips down against mine, letting her feel my desire for her, letting her rock back and forth like I knew she needed to. I sucked as much of one boob between her lips and pinched and squeezed on the other. Swap, Repeat. Swap, repeat. Swap repeat. I could feel her pussy juices flowing against my lower abdomen.
“Jeff, Jeff, Jeff.”
Panties pulled all the way down. I sucked on each lip, right then left, then a quick suck on the clit. I buried my tongue deep into her, with my top lip, pushing down on her clit.
“Jeff, take me. I need you, I want you to take me now.”
I ignored her request. Lost suckling on my Baby Mama's breasts.Tongue flicking over her inch long nipple, my mouth pressed against her teat as she writhed beneath me and moved her wet pussy back and forth in a rapid motion.
“Jeff, oh my god I am cumming already.”'
Her juices were flowing freely. I kept up my actions. I held her nipple with my lips, my sliding down through her pubic hair and into her wet pussy, finger fucking in a rapid motion. I could sense the ripple of the orgasm rolling through her body, pushing her hips up against my controlling mouth.
“Jeff, Jeff, Jeff,” screaming my name over and over again at first. Her cries diminished in volume as her orgasm subsided.
I pulled back and Sophie beckoned to me, as she lay back. My erection was up, not just straight out, but above that, pointing upward, so hard. She moved to the centre of the bed, placing one hand on top of the other on my erection leaving just the head and some shaft exposed. She wrapped her soft lips around the head and held the position below the head. Her tongue rolled around the head in rapid fashion. She released the hand hold on my cock and dropped her mouth down on the available shaft. She let her saliva drip down onto the shaft and then used her mouth to spread it across the entire length. Using her provided lubrication, she moved down further on me. I was overwhelmed with the excitement of Sophie's hot mouth wrapped tightly around my cock.
Reaching down lower, the married woman cupped my balls gently. She held that position while moving down further on my erection. She placed her hands around the base of my stiff shaft. She slowly moved her mouth down the length of her nephew. She stopped, pulled up, then back down again. She repeated the motion at least three times before she pulled away, breathing heavily. My cock was so hard, I could see the veins popping out on the surface. Precum dripping out of my head, gravity pulling it down the shaft. I slid up her impregnated body, holding myself above her on my outstretched arms and knees, and she spread her legs wider and tilted her hips upward. We exchanged no words. It was just my steel-hard cock finding the slick heat of her vulva and brushing up and down between her labia. Her blue eyes sparkled. Her blonde hair splashed across the pillow. Her clitoris was still stiff and obvious against the bottom side of my cock.
“Jeff, you’re ready… and so am I.”
Things were moving very quickly, and I needed to ask. "What did Jessica say? Please, I need to know… I mean, I don't want to lose her. I nearly lost her twice." She smiled as I added, "…it nearly killed me."
She looked at me with so much compassion, and gave a happy sigh before speaking; "She listened, I explained why I needed you. I told her about how much I love you but she already knows. She will have a brother because of you. She knows how and why you put him in her. She knows what you meant to me, and our family. She is still learning… she just chose the wrong moment and the wrong way to try to control you. Those days are over, Jeff. So….let's make love to each other," she purred, "I want you to cum inside me."
She grasped me by my shoulders and pulled down on top of her. She took hold of my cock and guided it into her vagina, stopping short of contact, trying to adjust the position of her pussy to accept my girth. Did I have a choice? Was there a better bad choice?
“Tell me you want me Jeff?” she asked, sweetly, “Even if you don't mean it.”
“Sophie, I want you.”
So there it was. Done. I was going to fuck her. But I wasn't going to cum inside her. My relationship with Jessica had to mean something. It needed to mean more. Her horny mother guided me into contact with the outer lips of her vagina. She moved my cock up, then down and around the lips of her shaved pussy. The last movement, moving from the bottom of her wet pussy to the top stopping to hold the precum laden head firmly against her clit. She cocked her head backward in pleasure. Her hands found my backside and gently pulled me towards her. When I thought she was ready I slowly rubbed my cockhead through her extremely wet snatch. It was heavenly! Feeling the rough friction of her soft pubes, then the slippery wetness of her swollen labia. When it found the spot I slowly lowered herself onto the source of her heat. The feeling of my cock stretching her wet pussy lips and sliding inside was the thing I loved most about sex. I sighed loudly as I lowered a little at a time. Sophie's hips did their magic and my erection slotted into just the right position and at just the right angle to get my cockhead poised at her entrance. We drew in our breaths simultaneously as we brought our sexes together. Wonder of wonders. My the penis that had bred her edged forward, and the heat seeking missile of my glans found its target, pausing a heartbeat or two at her barest of its muscle resistance, and when her creamy pussy, my hard cock popped inside. "Ohhhh, that's it," she breathed. Her inner muscles nibbled around me, then a second time.
We moaned together as her slippery, hot vagina engulfed my rock hard penis. I slid my erection into her until I had successfully landed all eight inches inside. We both just exhaled in the pleasure we could bestow upon each other by being sexually joined. A shiver of anticipation ran through me as she met my gaze, not how my own desires mirrored hers. "Daddy, I crave you. I keep fantasising about the night you impregnated me. I want to feel your living essence in my womb," she confessed as she looked down at the little bump between us, her voice filled with a mix of longing and urgency. "You make me feel so complete, so loved, so warm."
My eyes darkened with a primal hunger as I leaned closer, my voice a husky whisper. "I shouldn't want this. But the truth is, I enjoy every moment of it, every touch, every taste..."
The room seemed to grow smaller as the intensity between us reached its peak. With a shared understanding, we succumbed to our desires, indulging in the forbidden pleasure we craved. I slowly reached out, my fingers grazing the sensitive flesh of her swollen nipple. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through her body, making her gasp in pleasure. My hands explored the curves and contours of her boobs, kneading them gently as if trying to memorise every inch.
"Mmm, Daddy," I moaned, arching her back to offer me better access. "They're sensitive…”
I gripped her tit, tighter than I intended, and she gave a shuddered gasp. I just held myself there as she ground her hot pussy up onto my cock. It seemed as if her vagina had a mind of its own as her cunt muscles contracted and wetly squeezed on my invading member. She grabbed my flexing ass as I moaned and we slowly started our illicit fornication. Her slick pussy felt incredible around my twitching staff. She looked up at me as we found our natural rhythm, moaning and squeezing her own tits as my ass repeatedly bounced up and down, making sure her erect clit rubbed against hard flesh. Her fiery pussy was almost magical as it bestowed its wondrous pleasures upon my sensitive manhood. Although it wasn't as tight as Ellen's, it was much more accepting and well designed to entice my penis to deliver its precious load.
Sophie knew what it meant to fuck and she was putting on a masterclass for her teenage student. Her long blonde hair flowed beautifully down onto her pillows as she gently rocked beneath me. I stilled her bouncing boobs as she reached to hold one of my hands to her swollen breast. I was in ecstasy as I simply watched Joseph's wife jolt rhythmically beneath me. Images of Ellen flashed through my brain as we engaged in our sexual intercourse. Just like her eldest daughter, the heat between us began to build with sexual pleasure increasing between us.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
The lovemaking that followed was perhaps the sweetest and most loving I had ever enjoyed. Her pregnant, pale body writhed and twisted beneath me as I took her in long, slow but determined thrusts, feeling her vagina gripping every inch of my shaft from its smooth bulbous head to its thick, hairy base. I increased my pace a little; her vagina tightened hard around my shaft but I persisted and was rewarded with both a loosening of her entrance and a low moan from Sophie.
"Still okay?" I asked hoarsely in between thrusts.
"Mmmm!" she moaned in assent.
Slap-Slap. Slap-slap.
She smiled and gritted her teeth as I upped the pace once again, the wet sounds of real sex filling her marital bedroom. Unable to resist, I leaned in, my lips soaking against her exposed neck. Her breath hitched as I kissed it slowly, sending shivers down her spine. I growled as I collapsed on top of her, and thrust my cock into her. But I stopped myself before I let loose, suddenly concerned by Jessica's instruction and Sophie's jiggling bump. "Shit, Sophie-your baby?" I asked, my body trembling with need.
Sophie laughed and pulled me into her. "Just be careful," she murmured as she guided me, pushing up against my chest with her hands while my hips thrust into her. "I'm still early enough that I can basically do it like normal, but it is a good idea to practice a little care." She smiled at me and gazed up at me lovingly.
The last of the sun's rays faded and as the room grew dimmer, I lowered my chest to hers. Now in full body contact, we gently writhed together as my ass continued to rise and fall. A sigh of pleasure escaped her lips as she tilted my head back, surrendering to the forbidden desire that consumed us. My warm breath tickled her ear as I whispered, "Sophie, this is wrong. I should stop. Your husband will be back soon!"
She let out a moan of pleasure in response. "Don't stop, Jeff," she whispered urgently. "What more can go wrong? I'm already pregnant. Stop worrying. We have lots of time."
Our unhurried sex was sending my pleasure levels off the scale. The forbidden nature of our actions only heightened the intensity of our desire. We knew the risks, but at that moment, nothing else mattered. Gently, she glided her fingers across my back and down to my buttocks, her touch sending sparks of pleasure through my body. The bed that once belonged to a man and his wife, filled with memories of their love, had now become the backdrop of our own forbidden passion.
Slap-slap-slap-slap!
"Mmmm yessss!"
Our bodies intertwined, and our kisses became more urgent and passionate. The weight of our actions, the knowledge that this was wrong, only fueled the intensity of our connection. As we lost ourselves in the depths of passion, we were both aware of the consequences that awaited us. But for now, in the realm of our desires, time stood still, and the world outside ceased to exist, only the sounds of our copulation filled the room, mingling with our arousal.
"Oh, Jeff. Mmmm," Sophie cried out, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and longing. "There's no need to be gentle. Give it to me... harder. I want to feel you deep inside me."
I grunted in response, my grip on her hips tightening as I increased the pace. The intensity of our connection grew with each thrust, pushing us closer to the edge of ecstasy.
"You feel so fucking good," I groaned, "I can't resist you, Sophie. I never could."
Her body trembled with insatiable need, her wetness dripping down her thighs. "Don't hold back, Baby Daddy," she pleaded, her voice dripping with sinful desire. "I want all of you. Fill me Jeff. My pussy belongs to you now." With each thrust, the sound of our bodies colliding mixed with the wet, sloppy noises of her dripping pussy, filling the room with a symphony of pleasure.
As lust consumed us, my throbbing cock pumped in and out of her pregnant, eager, swollen pussy, creating a delicious friction that made my knees weak. The sound of each powerful thrust was a testament to our insatiable desires.
Slappity-slappity-slappity-slappity!
"YesssSSSSS!"
"Oh Sophie!"
"Yes Daddy! Harder!"
This time I obliged without hesitation, my hips meeting hers in a relentless rhythm, my pleasure intensifying with every deep penetration. Sophie gripped the sheets, her nails digging into the fabric as I pounded into her with unyielding force. Sweat coated our bodies, glistening in the dim light, as we surrendered to our insatiable desire. The bed creaked beneath us, a physical manifestation of the fiery connection we shared. It couldn't handle the filthy intensity of our raw lust. It moved in perfect sync with our desperate fucking, a mirror of our debauchery.
"Oh, Jeff! Fuuuuuck!" The middle aged woman screamed.
"Shhhh! You’ll wake up Jessica," I growled, "she’ll know what we are doing!"
She could only manage a breathless gasp in response, pleasure overtaking her ability to speak. Her pregnant body writhed beneath me, every thrust pushing her closer to the edge of blissful oblivion. I could feel the orgasm inside her even before she gave any outward sign. Her pussy began to tremble and clench around my cock, rippling as her muscles gave way. She clamped down hard around me, her strong experienced pussy flexing and fluttering around my rigid shaft as she crested the tumbling wave of her desire. Her legs clamped around me and began to shake. Her beautiful body buckled and convulsed beneath me. She squeezed every inch of my cock so hard I could barely breathe. Every nerve thrilled with the knowledge that my lover’s orgasm was achieved with my cock. It shouldn't be happening, but it was. She was my girlfriend’s mother and I was deep inside her, feeling her trembling climax from the inside out. It was so wrong. What would her daughter say if she could see what I was doing to her adorable Mom? She unleashed a guttural moan, her body convulsing as my orgasm washed over her. I simply grunted in response, my face a mask of determination as I continued to plow through her orgasm, fucking her through the waves of ecstasy and pushing me to the brink of sensory overload. I gave Sophie a few moments for the desperate sensitivity to subside, keeping hard and still within her. Oh god, she was so sweet. So sweet. I began to move inside her again, exquisitely slowly, newly lubricated by her orgasmic wetness. The squishing sound of my cock entering and leaving her body was obscene. The intensity at last reached a fever pitch, our bodies colliding with a pang of primal hunger. The bed groaned and squeaked under the force of our passion, a witness to the raw desire that consumed us.
"Oh, Jeff!" Sophie moaned, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and desperation. "Fill me up! Cum inside me, Daddy!"
I felt freer to fuck her, to be honest, knowing I posed little risk to her belly this way. I fucked her harder and harder until I felt my testicles rise and the tingle in my cock signaling my ejaculation was iminent.
"Ohhhh, fuck, Sophie! I'm going to cum!"
Sophie pushed back against me, moaning with delight. "Yes, Jeff! Oh, yeah!"
God, she looked so beautiful! "You're amazing!" I muttered as I thrust in and out, staring at her face and into her eyes. "You're so beautiful… Sophie… should I pull out? I can't… hold on–!"
Soohie suddenly gripped my butt cheeks and clamped me tightly with her thighs, her eyes filled with longing. Her walls clenched around me, urging me to release my load. I gave in to my primal urge, my body tensing as I spilled my hot seed deep into her waiting pussy. I could feel myself pulsating, each wave of pleasure crashing through both of us. Sophie's face went dreamy and blissful and she held me in place with her calves as I pumped my cum into her.
"You're christening our baby," she mumbled with a wistful, soft voice.
"Wha–?" I held myself upright on my arms as I gazed down at her. "I'm what?"
Sophie laughed and wriggled her hips, making my cock move inside of her.
"You're spraying the baby's head with more of you children," she chuckled, and laughed delightedly when she saw my reaction. "It's okay!" she said. "It's kind of sweet!" She stared at me warmly and smiled.
As I continued to empty my nuts inside her, I gasped and moaned, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the moment. Our bodies trembled in unison, lost in the raw ecstasy of our connection as the last rope semen was flung against her closed cervix.
Only then did a voice filled with anger pierced through the haze of ecstasy.
"YOU'RE CUMMING INSIDE MY FUCKING MOTHER?!" the voice boomed from behind us, near the bedroom door. It was my worst nightmare come true; Jessica had caught us in the act.
Panic surged through me as I turned to see her standing there in her loose fitting pyjamas, fury burning in her eyes. My heart raced, and my mind scrambled for an explanation that could possibly salvage the situation. But deep down, I knew there was no way to justify what had just happened. Sophie quickly pulled away, her face a mix of shock and guilt. She stammered, unable to find the words to explain the unforgivable transgression we had committed. I climbed from her mother's bed and staggered towards her. Jessica was my love. She was my life. And I had disappointed her. Again. I failed to read the situation in my serotonin blasted mind as I gingerly approached her as she shook with fury. I needed to do the right thing. I mustered the courage to confess the truth, took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest, and looked directly into my girlfriend's eyes.
"Jessica, I..." I began, my voice trembling as I tried to find the right words. But she cut me off with a sharp, disapproving glare.
"How could you?" she shouted, her voice laced with disappointment and anger. "Just leave me alone, both of you!"
The air crackled with tension and my girlfriend's anger boiled over as she glared at me. With a heavy heart, I submissively lowered my gaze, preparing myself to face the repercussions of my betrayal and a broken promise and begin the long journey of rebuilding what I had broken. Perhaps it was too late for that but I needed to try, I stepped backwards towards the bed as Jessica stepped towards me.
“I thought–”
"You didn’t think at all!” She interupted, “You can get the fuck out of my life!" she said in disgust, her words filled with a mix of rage and heartbreak. Without hesitation, she delivered a powerful slap across my face, the sound echoing through the room. Her violent attack came unexpectedly and sent me flying back onto the bed as I recoiled from the impact, my eyes wide with shock and remorse. I knew I had crossed a line that could never be undone.
Warnings : Impregnation Kink, Daddy Kink, Praise, Spanking, Soft Dom!Namjoon, Orgasm Denial, Spitting, Cream Pie, Cunnilingus, Ass Play (Very Light), Finger Sucking, Cum Eating, Degradation (Cum Whore, Cum Bucket, Cum Slut)
"I'm fucking sick of this," you grumble, throwing the ninth pregnancy test of the month in the garbage.
Namjoon looks up at you over his glasses, setting down his pen and notepad. He frowns, watching you stare into the garbage.
You've been trying and trying for a baby for the past year but nothing has been working. The fear that Namjoon has been keeping in the back of his mind is that he's been so over worked and stressed that his semen probably isn't at its strongest. His sperm was probably weakening every day from his tiresome schedule.
You close your eyes, crossing your arms. You sniffle gently, an oncoming sign of your tears that your husband hates to see.
"Come here." Namjoon whispers softly.
His lips form a thin, guilty line when you look over at him. You trudge over to him, your slippers making loud scratching noises against the heated floor.
You throw yourself onto his lap with a whine.
"I'll try to de-stress myself more, my semen isn't as strong as you need it to be. I'll be better. I'm sorry." Namjoon whispers, nuzzling his face into your neck.
There were plenty of reasons you were sure as to why you weren't pregnant at the moment.
It probably wasn't all Namjoon's fault. He runs his fingers through his blonde mullet before putting his head back, his shoulders rippling as he holds you tightly to him.
"I want a baby so badly." you whisper, putting your hand over your empty womb. He nods understandingly, his hands rubbing your sides comfortingly as he holds you close.
"We'll figure it out, baby. Don't be discouraged." Namjoon says, looking out your apartment window watching the sun set allowing the night sky to take over the day.
Namjoon walks through the airport, his head lowered as girls scream around him.
He check his phone, feeling his manager press his hand to his back trying to hurry him up. His fingers click rapidly on his calendar app, the app can’t load fast enough for him. He needs to see what day it is.
When the app finally loads, a lopsided smile graces his face.
Today is the day. You’re ovulating.
"I'll head home first! Gotta check on the wife!" Namjoon tells his group mates, walking faster towards baggage claim with a manager on his tail.
“Have fun!” Seokjin calls to him with a laugh.
He would get home and surprise you, take you in his arms and show you how de-stressed he has been for the two weeks he has been away. He made a promise. And Kim Namjoon always keeps his promises.
As your husband enters the house, he can’t be notice how cold and silent it is as he slips off his shoes.
"Is she sleeping?" he inquires to himself, setting down his carry-on bags at the door.
He walks through the hallway, past his large living room towards your bedroom. Entering the bedroom, he takes you into his sights. You’re laying on your side, hair splayed over the pillow with your naked body on display.
He has done everything and anything to give him the best chance of fertile sperm. He hasn't jerked off or touched himself for weeks while he was alone. He hasn’t worn tight clothes, refusing multiple stage outfits to the disappointment of his stylists. And above all, he’s eaten clean and healthy even if most things that entered his mouth tasted like rough, dry cardboard.
Seeing you now, with your supple backside on display for his viewing pleasure... It was all worth it.
His dimples imprint his cheeks as he smiles at the sight of you and he’s quick to undress himself. He lets his mind wander as he strips off his clothes. He pictures you laying in your large, shared bed, running your hands slowly over your pregnant belly as he suckles from your milk filled breasts.
“Fuck,” he groans, knitting his eyebrows tightly at the thought.
When he’s fully naked, he kneels at the edge of the bed. His body is tall above yours as he begins to stroke his already hardened cock. Your husband bends down, pulling the sheets away from you. He plants soft, chaste kisses down your arm, your side, your hip until your stirring from your slip.
Flipping onto your back, you can barely understand what’s going on. “Joonie?”
“I’m home, sweetheart.”
His voice thick with lust and it makes you blink your eyes rapidly, willing your vision to adjust to the dark room.
"What're you doi- Oh." you breathe, looking over his naked body.
Your eyes falter to his hard cock, watching his large hand stroke it. His bottom lip is tucked tightly between his teeth and the sight wakes you up quicker than the strongest espresso.
"Daddy came home with a gift."
You sit up on your elbows, feeling your husband’s eyes rake over your body. Your core begins to heat up, arousal pooling deep within your loins as you check out the love of your life.
"Gift?" you inquire quietly.
Namjoon gives a flat lined smile, his chin dimpling as he tilts his head.
"A nice thick load of cum for your fertile cunt."
His hands reach down, grazing over your sides to stroke your skin sensually.
Namjoon kicks the comforter off the bed, wrapping his hands around the back of your knees. He molds your body as he sees fit, folding your body in half.
"Someone is fertile for me today.” he coos, pushing his arm against your knees to keep them against your breasts.
He bends down, fingers splaying open your newly waxed pussy lips. "Such a clean, pretty cunt for daddy."
You let your head loll back, feeling his lewd stare as he takes in your pussy. The rising sun begins to paint the room with hints of oranges and yellows that begin to highlight both of your bodies.
"Have you touched yourself since I've been gone?" your husband inquires, grazing his fingers over your lower lips that are now slick with arousal.
"No." you whisper before clearing your throat, your morning voice still apparent in the quiet room.
Namjoon hums in agreement, watching your core begin to weep for him. Your eyes are trained on his rock hard cock, taking in how precum drips down the length towards your charcoal sheets.
He picks your arousal up on his fingers. "Nice and clear, perfect for fucking a baby into."
He spreads his fingers, your arousal stringing itself in between them.
"Good girl." Joon praises, licking his fingers clean with a groan. "So sweet, you're ready to take my baby."
You whimper out as his wet fingers making loving circles on your swelling clit. He lets your legs go and you groan stretching them back out.
"I'm not going to be so loving today. You're getting fucked to carry my children, not to be loved on,” your husband informs you.
You nod submissively to him, running your hands over his chest and stomach.
"Get to the edge of the bed, babe."
Through trying to have children you've done every position possible in hopes of getting pregnant but this one always ends up being Namjoon's favorite. He loves to tower over you, ramming his cock into you like an animal in heat.
"You're going to be a good girl and keep my cum stuffed in you all day long, aren't you?"
You scramble to the edge of the bed without a word. Namjoon huffs out impatiently, giving your ass a swift smack making you yelp out. "Answer me when I'm talking to you, sweetheart."
You nod meekly, getting into position for your husband.
"Yes daddy, I'll keep your cum stuffed in me all day long."
Namjoon strokes his cock as he stands above you, watching as your hands palm at your breasts.
"Even when we go out to eat later with all the boys, you'll clench those cunt muscles to make sure none of my cum comes out of you. Won't you, Y/N?"
You nod in an instant, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth and he can only smirk at your excitement.
"Let me see you play with your nipples for me."
You spread your legs, your arousal beginning to drip down your perineum as your ass hangs off the bed. Your fingers rubbing circles around your nipples before flicking your areolas. Soft moans emit from you as you pinch and roll them in your fingertips.
"I can't wait until they're filled with milk for my child. They’re going to be so heavy with my child's milk. You'll be a good mommy, won't you?"
“Y-Yes,” you whine, gasping when his fingers graze over your sodden core.
A groan slips past your husband’s pretty lips, pumping his finger slowly in and out of you.
"You haven't touched yourself, you're so tight for daddy."
The rising sun illuminates over the both of you as Namjoon pulls his finger out of you.
"How badly do you want my cum?" he teases, watching you write underneath him impatiently.
"So badly daddy! I want your cum in me so badly! I want a little baby in my womb after today!" you whimper.
Joon grips your ankles, pulling them up to either shoulder before aligning the head of his cock to your entrance.
"I bet you'd like that, I'd bet you'd love to walk around with such a big belly, telling everyone Kim Namjoon fucked a fat load into your cunt and you couldn't help but get pregnant. Let people know that your fertile little pussy’s so horny for me that you had no choice but to carry my child inside you.”
Your core begins to clench around nothing at his words.
When he’s content with how much arousal has littered your ass cheeks and thighs, he pushes the head of his cock in and you can’t help the breathy, needy whine you emit.
“Fuck, I missed your pussy." your husband seethes through his teeth.
Namjoon’s hands roam over your calves, groaning as he buries himself to the hilt inside of you. “So beautiful with my cock inside you.”
He doesn’t give you a chance to adjust around his length. He fucks you hard, growling and groaning until a thin sheen of sweat begins to develop on his skin. His bangs stick to his forehead and your back bows off the bed at the swiftness of his cock.
“Such a tight little pussy, aching for my cum.”
You moan loudly for your man, hands clutching at the sheets underneath you as he begins to pummel into you. Namjoon’s breathing starts to get shorter and heavier with each thrust.
“I saved up all my cum for weeks just to blow my load inside your cunt.”
“Daddy, I want you to cum deep inside me.”
Each thrust of Namjoon’s is completely intentional as the head of his cock meets the opening of your cervix. A slow, throbbing ache begins to form within you as he meets your womb opening.
“Such a good little cumslut you are letting me fuck my baby into you.” Namjoon praises, moving his hands from your legs to your bouncing breasts. His fingers pinch and roll your nipples until you’re sobbing his name.
“These tits are gonna swell so nicely, nipples nice and puffy, ready for our baby to suckle on.”
You moan loudly, his filthy words goading you towards your orgasm.
Your fingers reach downward finding your clit and you rub quick circles to the stiff bud with whines and whimpers. The way Joon’s ball slap against your ass make your eyes roll back, you can feel how heavy they are with cum as they make contact with you at every thrust.
Namjoon moans loudly, a sign that his orgasm is coming on fast. Your calves squeeze around your husband tighter, rubbing faster circles to your swollen bud.
“You better not fucking cum before me. You have to suck up all my cum with your orgasm.” Namjoon warns you through gritted teeth.
You whine out, feeling yourself on the precipice.
“I have to cum, fuck, you feel so good daddy.”
Namjoon shoves your hand off your clit, a disappointed whine leaving your lips.
“Be a good little cum bucket and wait. Or, I won’t let you cum at all.” your husband warns.
Namjoon folds you in half again as you both feel his cock beginning to pulse.
“I’m gonna cum soon, fill you up to the brim. You’re going to look so gorgeous huge and swollen with my child.”
You whimper out, closing your eyes as he cock thickens and throbs within you.
“Fuck, babe. I’m cumming. Fuck!” Namjoon moans loudly, barely holding himself up. His thrusts become sloppy until he’s stilling inside you all together.
“Oh God! You’re pussy feels so good!” he cries out, burying the head of his cock against your fertile cervix folds.
It’s a pipe dream but Joon thrusts inside you once more, begging your cervix to open up just a little bit for him.
It feels like his cum will never cease, he can’t stop the obscene amount and you swear your womb swells slightly with the amount of cum he’s fucked into you.
Your husband curses once more when he’s finally finished, planting a chaste kiss to your lips.
“I missed you, baby.” he breathes, drifting his lips to your cheek.
“I missed you too,” you reply truthfully.
“Lift those hips Mrs. Kim Namjoon. Keep my cum in. I told you, not a drop is to be spilled.”
You abide by his rules as he slips a pillow under you, he eases his softening cock out slowly hoping to not take any cum with it.
What small globs of cum come out with his cock, he gathers before shoving his fingers into you. When he curls his fingers, you can only moan his name.
“Oh, that’s right. You didn’t get to cum. I’m sorry baby.”
He crouches down, spreading your lips and taking in the sight of your creamy pussy.
“Clench.” he orders you and you do as told.
He groan happily, watching as your pussy closes quickly around his semen.
“Shit, you’re so fucking sexy.”
He leans forward, falling onto one knee as his tongue begins to give kitten licks to your still swollen clit.
“Oh Nam-joon!” you moan out, grasping at his blonde mane.
He spits on your pussy before biting his lip.
“Suck up my cum, baby.” he whispers, suckling on your clit harshly.
You squeal at the feeling, body beginning to thrash around on the bed. Namjoon hums in amusement as his fingers begin to circle your asshole.
Your eyes shut at the incessant pleasure, his tongue continues to lap at your throbbing bud. He changes form every so often from flat licks, to quick ones and even suckles that make your cunt twitch rapidly.
You’re a blubbering mess before him, clutching around his semen and sucking it into you further as you begin to feel your orgasm oncoming.
Namjoon’s index finger making a come hither motion around your asshole and it just about breaks your whole reality. He can feel some of his cum leaking onto his chin, and unceremoniously, he gathers it right back up only to stuff it back deep inside of you.
“I’m so close! I’m going to cum!” you cry out.
He moans in agreement, the vibration of his tongue making you grip his hair harder. He continues to pump his fingers in and out of you slowly, taking care to not froth up the cum he so diligently put inside you.
“Daddy!” you sob.
Joon gives one last harsh suckle and it sends you over the edge.
Your ears ring and an explosion of stars clouds your vision. in your ears as you clutch onto his head with your hands and your thighs. Namjoon relents before easing out of your cunt at the speed of a snail. He stands up as you come down from your high.
“Stay like this for fifteen minutes so the sperm has enough time to swim up your cervix. I’ll get your clothes ready.” he instructs, opening your lips one more time to see a nearly clean vaginal opening.
“I hope it worked.” he mutters to himself, bending down and kissing you softly.
You sit at the restaurant table uncomfortably as you squeeze your legs closed. Everyone is off in their own little conversations and all you can do is push some rice around on your plate. You've been concentrating so hard on keep Namjoon's cum inside you that you can't even have fun with your friends.
"What's with the face?" Yoongi asks leaning over the table, his pieced black cap inching upwards as he stares at you.
"What face?" you inquire, crossing your legs.
"You look like you’re concentrating really hard." he says with a laugh, picking up his glass of whisky.
Namjoon catches wind of your conversation, giving his full attention to you and leaving their manager Sejin to his own thoughts.
"She's had a pretty stressful day." Namjoon breathes, rubbing your back.
He leans into you, his lips a centimetre away from the shell of your ear. "Go into the big bathroom and leave the door open. I want to check out how good of a girl you've been all night long."
You look up at him before smiling and nodding. Yoongi looks over the both of you with a knowing smile.
"I'll mind my business." the rapper murmurs.
Walking past all the other men, your eyebrows furrow tightly. You’re trying so hard to concentrate on keeping your vaginal muscles squeezed tightly that you don’t even realize how ridiculous you probably look.
"She okay?" Seokjin asks your husband as he stands up gracefully.
His hands push up his long sleeve knit sweater and he works hard to not let the smile that threatens to plaster itself onto his face show.
"Let me go check." Namjoon breathes, following you.
You enter the bathroom nervously hoping nothing has come out, you sit on the small white leather stool by the mirror as you click your teeth together nervously.
You hope no cum has left you. One, because it might lessen your chance for conception and two, it'll get you in big trouble with daddy. You stare in the mirror, squeezing your legs and eyes shut before the sound of the door opening calls for your attention.
You open your eyes to your husband and you squirm nervously as his big eyes drink you in.
"You've been trying so hard all night to keep my cum stuffed up inside you, haven't you baby?" he inquires sweetly, locking the door behind him.
You give him a submissive nod and it makes him chuckle.
"Spread 'em."
You do as told, spreading your legs for your man as he sits cross-legged on the floor in front of you. He pushes your dress up to be greeted by no underwear.
"Fuck, you're such a little cum slut. No underwear?"
He takes in a sharp breath before prodding your lips open. He hums satisfactorily.
"As expected, you want to be such a good mommy already. Look at you keeping yourself all stuffed up."
You smile down at him proudly, making his dimples indent his cheeks as he smiles up at you.
"When we get home I'll give you another gift. Hmm?" he coos, standing back up.
"I would love that."
He helps you up, wrapping his arms around you lovingly. "I love you so much, you know how much I love you, right?"
You nod into his sweet smelling chest. "I love you too."
Namjoon's hand dances over your still cum swollen womb. "Our baby will come and we'll give them the best parenting we can offer."
You hug him tightly. You were so grateful for your words you had forgotten all about clenching.
"Oh!" you gasp, surprised at the wetness you feel gliding down your legs.
Namjoon pulls back at the sound, lifting your dress with furrowing eyebrows.
"Baby." he admonishes, narrowing his eyes at you.
He crouches once more, letting his tongue run a flat lick up to your cunt.
"See what you did?" he seethes, shoving two fingers into your creamy cunt and pulling out his cum.
You whimper loudly, frowning as he holds his sticky fingers in front of you.
"Suck my cum up. You're being so wasteful."
He pries open your lips, shoving in his cum coated fingers and you moan at the musky taste.
"Let's go home." he mutters, groaning when your tongue swirls over the tips of his fingers.
As soon as the cab stops in front of your apartment complex, Namjoon shoves open the door. He’s already pulling your arm when you give a short 'thank you' to the driver. He pulls you along with him like a raving mad man as you walk towards the building's front door.
"As soon as you get upstairs, you get undressed, leave those fuck-me-heels on and bend over the bed. Do you understand me?" he inquires loudly, letting his voice get swept up by the wind.
"Yes, daddy." you reply, watching him fish into his pocket for the key card to the building.
"Such a little cum slut. You were doing so well with my cum inside you and then you go and make a mess of it everywhere."
You bite your lip in anticipation as he pulls you into the building's lobby.
"You think I kept my cum in my balls, letting them get nice and heavy, for you just to let it leak out of you?" he hisses fiercely in your ear, slamming the elevator button repeatedly.
"No, daddy." you murmur as the elevator door opens.
Namjoon pulls you into the elevator, situating your body in front of his as he pressed the seventh floor button. with his back towards the camera, his fingers begin to creep up your dress. You whimper in anticipation, feeling his chest beginning to temble up and down with heavy breaths.
"I'll plug you up with more of my cum -- make sure you get a baby inside you, then. How does that sound, my little cum slut?"
You press your head in his neck, moaning softly in response. His fingers caress over your folds delicately, stroking them as if you’re his pet.
"I'm getting you pregnant tonight. There's no other option. I've been waiting too long to see you with a distended belly and milk filled tits."
Namjoon rolls his eyes as the elevator takes its sweet time getting to your floor. When the elevator door slides open, he slides two fingers deeply into your cunt. His fingers stroke your g-spot lovingly and you bite back the loudest moan.
"Get going." he seethes, picking you up with one arm and walking towards your door.
You preen sweetly when his thumb begins to caress your clit.
"Put in the code." Namjoon orders you, stopping in front of your door.
Your vision becomes blurry with pleasure and your hand shakes as you slowly punch in the code.
"What's the matter, baby? Can't pay attention when daddy fingers your fertile pussy?"
After a moment or two of wrong numbers, you finally shove the door open roughly. Namjoon chuckles darkly, running his free hand over the globes of your ass.
"Do as I said." he instructs, setting you down and pulling his fingers out of you.
As you scurry off to the bedroom, he kicks off his shoes. He enters his fingers into his mouth, lapping up your essence.
"Such a fertile cunt. My God." he hisses whispers to himself, unbuttoning his dress pants.
A freeing sigh leaves his lips as his erection slaps against his stomach. He decided not to wear briefs today, still keeping in mind that tight clothes are not ideal for sperm count.
Namjoon takes short strides to the bedroom, discarding his clothes here and there. His shirt lands on the L shaped couch while his socks have ended up god knows where and finally he leaves his pants in a puddle right before the bedroom door.
He enters the bedroom taking in a sharp breath at the sight of you leaning over the bed with your ass high up in the air for him.
"Such a sexy girl all needy for daddy's big cock, hmm?"
Namjoon's hand strokes at his hardening cock, giving small pumps until he’s situated behind you. His eyes take in the sight of you, the way your back is bent over in submission for him and the way your nipples brush against the comforter. He groans happily, his lips forming the familiar thin line smile that dimples his chin.
"My little cock whore."
You whimper out for him and in the lighting of the room, Namjoon can see how horny you are, the way your arousal is streaming down your legs. His eyes practically roll back at the sight.
"Fuck." he curses loudly, reaching out and squeezing the soft flesh of your backside.
"I can't wait till you're nice and pregnant and we get to do this position. I'll be able to see that big belly through your legs, your milk leaking all over our bed sheets as I fuck your pregnant pussy."
His own words make his cock twitch with need.
"I can't wait." you reply, craning your neck to look back at him.
"I'll reach around you and rub that big belly while I fuck you, how does that sound?" Namjoon asks, smacking your ass roughly enough that your arms almost give out.
"I can't wait till you rub my belly while you fuck me." you whine.
"I bet, I'll suckle on your pretty tits while you ride my cock. Taking in all of the milk meant for our baby."
“Fuck,” you curse, rocking forward when he smacks your ass once more.
His hand runs comforting strokes over your smarting skin, dragging the bulbous tip of his cock through your folds.
"You’ll beg me to fuck this pregnant pussy, won't you sweetheart? Beg me to get you off while you carry my child."
He enters you in one swift motion, his cock bottoming out into your fertile cunt making your moans ricochet off the walls.
"Yes daddy! I'll beg you to fuck my pregnant pussy!"
Namjoon groans at your words, beginning to defile your aching cunt.
"That's why you're going to be a good little cum slut and take daddy's big cock tonight, aren't you? You're going to let me ravage your pussy with my cum till you're good and pregnant."
You ball up the sheets in your fists as every thrust sends you lurching up the bed.
His harsh fucking was your punishment for letting his cum seep out but you were ready to take it.
Anything to get you big with his baby.
Namjoon’s eyes drift over your back as his hand wraps around the back of your neck.
"You love my cock, don't you? My pretty little cum bucket!"
Your eyes roll back at the feeling of his balls slapping against your clit with every harsh thrust.
"Yes! I love your big cock!" you sob out.
Namjoon's head lolls back as the sounds of your wet cunt resound throughout the room.
"Fuck you're so wet for daddy! You're such a good girl!" he praises through gritted teeth.
He folds himself over you, his chest hitting your back as he presses you harder into the mattress to angle himself deeper inside you.
"Gotta get nice and deep to put my kid inside you." he hisses, nipping at your ear lobe.
His fingers snake their way around you to the apex of your thighs.
"I'm so close to putting another load in you. I want us to cum together." Namjoon groans, lifting himself slightly to work quick circles on your clit. You can barely process a single thing as the head of his cock caresses the spongy bundle of nerves within you at this angle.
"Oh my God!" you sob.
Your head feels foggy with lust and you can’t control a single syllable that rolls off the tip of your tongue when his cock begins to throb quickly within you.
"Namjoon!" you whimper, feeling your mouth go dry.
"That's right, baby girl. That's who's giving you a baby tonight."
You can’t control the pleasurable tears that begin to stream down your cheeks. Pulling the hood of your clit back, he hisses at how swollen your nub is.
"I'm gonna cum, baby. Fuck. Cum with me." Namjoon begs, kissing over the thin, sweat sheened skin of your neck.
He pinches your clit gently and it’s all too much in that moment. You orgasm in tandem, Namjoon's body pressing deeply into yours as he gives harsh, short thrusts.
"Take my seed. Give me a baby." your husband cries.
You stay in this position for a while both trying to collect your breath as if it’s been forcibly pulled from both of your bodies.
"I hope you have my baby in you now." Joon whispers, pushing your hair over your shoulder. He peppers your back with kisses, pulling out of you slowly.
Whining at the loss, you pout down at him as he rolls onto the bed. He smiles then, pulling you into his arms. You put your face to his chest, feeling how fast his heart is beating.
He kisses over the top of your head, begging any and every god to just give you both this one thing.
"I love bringing you home gifts but hopefully they'll be baby socks and baby shoes soon."
"I hope so too, baby.” you reply, drawing random shapes on his honey toned chest.
Namjoon enters the house with heavy lidded eyes. His exhaustion is only now hitting him like a truck.
Finally, he was home from tour. His eyes glance at the rising sun that creeps over the skyline just outside of his home. He smells tea tree oil in the air and he immediately thinks of his son.
Jiyong’s eczema must have flared up while he was away. He discards his shoes by the door before picking up his suitcase and walking towards the bedroom.
His feet pad quietly, his hands wipe childishly at his eyes as he opens the door slowly.
There you were, laying in your large, shared bed sleeping soundly and a smile spreads on his face. His eyes find the bassinet in the corner of the room and he sets down his suitcase quietly. He smiles widely, eyes opening for a fraction of a second,looking down into the crib.
Jiyong lays on his back, head turned to the side as he sleeps. His small lips are parted with his arms above his head. He chuckles, taking off his shirt and picking up his three month old son, pressing him to his chest.
“Were you good for mommy while daddy was away?” he whispers, pressing his lips to the baby’s forehead.
He sits at the edge of the bed, rocking his son slowly. His eyes drift over to his suitcase and your husband can only sigh happily.
So Joan how does it feel to carry Achilles baby after he snapped??
Joan hummed happily, absolutely glowing as she rubbed her swollen belly, feeling the gentle kick of the life within her womb. “It feels...wonderful…” she hummed, looking at the sleeping form of her husband, who was just as naked as she was, the bright pink scar that he had gained when Beacon had fallen standing out on his chest.
He had survived, in part due to her semblance having activated in order to save him, and when they had been moved away, back to Argus to their families, with Ren and Nora following, they had grown closer. However, it wasn’t easy due to the fact both of them were having such terrible nightmares that they couldn’t be away from one another.
It had all come to a head one night when he had woken in a cold sweat and had frantically began to touch her, saying that he wasn’t going to allow Cinder to kill her. He had claimed her in a kiss before she could say anything, his hands beginning to work off her overly long shirt and panties, leaving her naked beneath him.
His boxers followed and his hard cock nudged her core, slipping in down to the base, stealing away her virginity, before beginning to claim her, rolling his hips against her frantically underneath the blanket, all the while whispering how he loved her, adored her, would never leave her side…
She had cum hard, squealing softly into his neck as she wrapped her legs around his waist, hearing Achilles grunt and buck into her, boiling hot warmth filling her belly, making her eyes roll up in her head as she passed out.
She had awoke to Achilles hovering over her, tearful and whispering apologies, begging for her forgiveness over what he had done to her. She had kissed him then, rolling him onto his back and riding him to several more orgasms.
Of course, those actions had consequences...not that either she nor Achilles thought the growing life within her a ‘consequence’...granted, neither did her sisters and Achilles’ mother, who had been over the moon in starting preparations for the new baby.
They had a wedding of course, small and intimate, with just their friends and family there, and were currently in the ‘honeymoon phase’, for the sixth month in a row.
She giggled to herself as she reached out and gently stroked her husband’s hard cock, a perverse smile forming on her lips as she rubbed the thick heated flesh in her hand. She was hungry, and it was time to sasiate her one single craving during this pregnancy.
Licking her lips hungrily, she lay down and slipped down the bed, opening her mouth swallowing her husbands cock, sucking and licking gently in search of her favorite treat.
