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How you thought of doing a parody from Hotel Transylvania 2 flying lesson almost falling to your death scene? Like Starscream teaching his sparklings to fly on the most highest and unstable tower saying that's how he was taught flying. It be funny to see reaction of the creators and Autobots

Y E S. It fit another level of perfection. But Starscream would call Knockout for sure for this kind of shits.

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The first issue of the 12 issue maxi-series Legion Lost was published with a May 2000 cover date. The issue introduced Shikari, created by Dan Abnett, Andy Lanning, and Olivier Coipel. The issue saw the deaths Kamlos and Reos. ("Legion Lost", Legion lost 1, DC Comic Event)

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Get Lucky: Chapter 6 - Progeny

Chapter 6 - Progeny

The next morning came and I wondered how I was ever going to go to face the world. I couldn’t believe this happened to me again. I also began to realise that there was nothing I could do directly to him. He was a pawn in Ellen’s game, to be used or sacrificed at will. I couldn’t press rape charges who would believe it? He recorded our sex and that bastard was going to get away with raping me and his attempted rape of Ellen. Unexpectedly I actually felt pity for the eldest of Sophie's daughters. She thought she was in control but Jerome was quite capable of manipulating her. He even convinced her she should sacrifice her younger twin sisters! He would have raped the then sixteen-year-old Jessica and Rachel and would have if Sophie hadn't interviened… and instead suffered his wrath. Jerome had raped Sophie and Ellen knew. I was so mad, but as the anger rose up inside me I knew what I had to do. I felt sick to my stomach and distressed. I contemplated calling in sick but the fighter in me forced myself to get dressed and go to University as if nothing had happened. My ass was still very sore and I had to walk funny, like in the movies, except in real life it’s not funny. Going to the bathroom was pure agony! I told my classmates that I pulled a muscle. I ran into Ellen in the hallway and she had a smirk on her face when she saw me. I tried my best to walk normally despite the pain in my rear and ignored her completely. She whispered as she passed me “Hi Daddy, I hear you ‘pulled a muscle’ yesterday afternoon. Was it long, hard and black?” she laughed “I saw the video! I wish he hadn't let you go. We have wedding plans to make!” 

I was furious and wanted to scream a million things at her but all I managed was a feeble and childish, “Fuck off and die Ellen!” Then I ran away. I hid myself behind the privacy glass in the backseat of my car and began softly crying. That in itself was nothing new; my life was one of torment and self incrimination. I had been a bright bubbly teenager, then at eighteen I had become as I was now; broken. I had been brutally beaten, raped repeatedly and hanged until I almost died. After Ellen and Jerome were finished with me he set me free, but it might have been more merciful if Ellen had succeeded in killing me. She was now pregnant with my baby, a child she would certainly twist against me, blighted by her mother's madness. I had no future with Jessica because Ellen was never going to let me go and I was never going to be able to forget. I just had to close my eyes and I would relive that terrible moment. I could see them, hear them, and what was worse, I could feel them. Ellen seemed to have more friends than ever and the few friends I had couldn't handle my pain and had deserted me. I was falling apart, my hair wasn't as shiny, my blue eyes not as bright. The only person I could count on was Sophie; she alone still stood by me. But she wasn't here. In a campus with thousands of fellow students I felt so alone. 

Suddenly my car door opened, and Ellen climbed into the backseat of my car with me. She saw my tear drenched face and her expression immediately softened. It shocked me. Ellen looked like Sophie… no, Ellen looked like the Ellen I had met when they had all first moved in; sweet, compassionate and loving. 

“Jeff, I’m really sorry if Jerome hurt you but that you had it coming, flaunting your attraction to my little sister right in my face. Don’t think I didn’t know you were doing it on purpose! Come on, what did you expect when you go around teasing me every day, you deserved what you got. Don’t tease me if you can handle my kind of fun! A pregnant woman can’t help herself in a situation like that. Be flattered, Jerome said your ass was the best bottom he’s ever had!”

“Just go away, Ellen. I don't want anything to do with you or your boyfriend.”

“I know I hurt you but isn’t there a part of you that enjoyed the whole experience? Watching you hang, kick and twitch was incredible, Jeff. Didn’t you find it a little bit erotic and sexy having my boyfriend’s big cock up that cute little ass of yours? Did you see the facial you gave me? I saw the state of the floor under the table… somehow our lover coaxed another load from you! ”

I started to choke up again, "I pity you Ellen. You're deluded! How can being naked, strapped to a table be anything other than rape? He raped me. He raped your Mom he wanted to rape your sisters and you gave them to him. They had just turned sixteen!" I was getting angry now. How could she not see? Why was she oblivious?

"What the fuck are you talking about? He never raped my Mom!" Ellen stared at me with a defiant smile on her face.

"If I remember correctly, he went to prison for it! Your entire family moved house because of it! He wanted Jessica and Rachel's virginities and you gave him the opportunity to take them but Sophie was there."

"What happened between Jerome and my Mom was consensual. She twisted the facts to try and break us up. You don't know her! She offered herself to him! She used to watch us have sex all the time! She wanted him and she took the opportunity to have him."

I shook my head, "Ellen! He told her he was going to rape her children if she didn't give herself to him. She had to protect the twins. She saved them and sacrificed herself and you think that's what she wanted?" I took a deep breath, "Jerome is a rapist. He raped your Mom and he raped me... Twice. You tortured me and then he raped me."

“No he didn't, not really, he told me how much you wanted it. You even convinced him to release you. Although I was disappointed that we couldn't all sit down and talk about how things are going to be. I’d love to know what you did to impress Jerome! I wish when I got back you were still there.”

“You were going to return?”

“Of course, we have a lot to discuss now we are going to become parents 

“He raped me. But I wasn't his intended victim Ellen… you were.” I watched the words hit home and then the confusion in her expression, “He was going to rape you Ellen, in front of me, to teach you a lesson.”

"Where in the world did you get the idea?" 

I shifted awkwardly in the seat next to her, "Did he leave you a bottle of water?"

"Yes, he really is so devout and conscientious. Please, just spend some time with him, Jeff, that's all I ask."

"He left that bottle for you… he told you to drink from it… didn't he?"

"That's what you’re supposed to do with a bottle of water. But after being strung up your need for it was greater than mine."

"Ellen, Jerome spiked the bottle. He put ketamine in it. He told me he was going to do the same thing to subdue Jessica and Rachel so he could rape them both. He wanted to subdue you, so he could rape you and cum inside you while I was strapped naked on the table. He wanted to take back control; you had chosen me to father your child so he wanted some revenge. He wants you and realised he knows he will only ever get you if he takes what he wants… But you didn't drink from the bottle, you gave it to me, and when he arrived I wasn't capable of doing or saying anything. Just like how it was with your Mom, he took the opportunity to rape me… which is what you intended anyway! You're complicit in this Ellen! You strapped me to the fucking table! You forced that oversized butt plug in my ass to prepare me for his cock. He fucked me and then made a deal with me to let me go."

This time Ellen I saw a look of concern flash across her face, her eyes narrowing, pondering the logic of my words. "You made a deal with him?"

"He wants me to reject you, never marry you, and he still wants to take the twins' virginities. And yes Ellen, they are BOTH still virgins!"

"You're so full of shit your eyes are brown."

I gave her a half smile, "My eyes are blue."

She flashed back, "That just means you're not yet quite up to your ears in it." We sat beside each other on the back seat in an awkward silence. Ellen stared blankly, facing forwards, her hands bunching into fists. Her breathing was deep and rhythmic as the pieces fell together for her. 

"I agreed to hand over one of the twins to him, as a compromise, and to never marry you. I would have agreed to anything to free myself. I will not forget what you did to me, and I will never forgive Jerome. I'll kill him before he even lays a finger on either of your sisters. I couldn’t care less what he does to you."

Ellen's lips pursed. She was pregnant but I had repeatedly rejected her. Her threats against me didn't matter any more. I didn't care. I'd now rather be dead than be a pawn in whatever power game she thought she was playing. I'd rather be dead! Her black boyfriend was more than capable of the things I was accusing him of. She could deny it but it wouldn't change the facts. Jerome was a rapist and Ellen was his plaything, he wasn't hers. I studied her closely. She wore a loose, powder blue blouse over a navy skirt. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail. High cheek bones set off her symmetrical face. Full, but carefully shaped, strawberry blonde eyebrows arched over her eyes. She turned her head and noticed me staring at her. I noticed the bright sparkle diminish in her sapphire blue irises. The luster of her hair hinted that she took pride in being clean and attractive. Cotton socks concealed her ankles above comfortable looking athletic shoes. She really was a stunning young woman. Her breasts were perfectly formed, with extraordinarily long nipples centered upon each one, always drawing attention to themselves through whatever clothing she chose to wear. I let my eyes descend towards her belly. Was it the way she was sitting or did the slight tummy bulge suggested that the seed I had planted deep in her belly had taken root and that she was making me a son with nascent balls carrying my genes. Her heavy tits hiding in her blouse promised that she would have plenty of milk to feed my newborn son, giving him a healthy start toward maturity, when his fully developed balls would continue to propagate those genes. Suddenly my phone started ringing, bringing me back into the present. It was Rachel. No doubt she had heard that Ellen had confronted me publicly on the campus. News travels fast. She was probably concerned… but I did not accept the call and a few seconds later the car fell silent.

"You hate me." I didn't know if she said the words as a statement, admitting reality, or as a question to have me reconfirm my vitriol. I chose to surprise her.

"No. I told you I pity you, I don't despise you. You're just another one of his victims. He raped me. He raped your Mom… he was going to rape you."

"We have rough sex all the time, he has no need to rape me, Jeff. If he wanted me to I would have happily let him fuck me bareback while you watched. It's not like he could get me any more pregnant than I am now," she giggled to herself unconvincingly.

"Then he expected you to kill me." I said without emotion, "You told him you were going to hang me, didn't you?”

"Actually that was his suggestion. I know I threatened to string you up and let you die of asphyxiation… but I never really wanted you dead. I just wanted to scare you. You put a baby in me and our child deserves to be with their Daddy.”

"His idea? Of course it was. And what if you drank from that bottle as he intended, when you hanged me? What if you lost your strength? Lost consciousness while I strangled to death in your noose? What would you have told our families when you came around to find me cold and dead, swinging from your ceiling? Would you have pretended it was some auto asphyxia gone wrong as you said you would or would you have confessed to murdering me?”

“I didnt… He wouldn't… that didn't…”

"For a price he would have kept your secret, Ellen. He would have pretended that I was suicidal or that I wanted to play in your sex dungeon and met my unfortunate end… he would have been rid of me and he would have you in the palm of his hand forever more. Blackmailed into submission. Bound by the crime he had you commit on his behalf.”

“He loves me.”

"He raped me and if he didn't intend to rape you… then he intended for you to kill me. You asked me if I would die for Jessica; I would. But you would face a life sentence for putting me to death. Would you give up your life for Jerome?"

"Jerome has asked for my hand in marriage. You don't understand, he relishes the competition! I didn't give him an answer… I'm yours… It's our destiny. I want you, Jeff. I chose you to have my babies with. Jerome still doesn't understand. He's my addiction but I can give him up any time I want…" 

I let out a sigh, "No you can't. I gave you so many opportunities to choose me, to choose us, but you always chose him," then I whispered, "It's too late for us now."

"I'm such an idiot." Ellen mumbled under her breath, "Why do you have to be so perfect… so sweet… I know it's just an act, Jeff. I've seen your darkness. You've experienced mine. We are meant to be..." What she did next tore at my heart; she fell into me, her arms wrapping around me, her face was burying into my neck and she was crying. That was something I had never known her to do. Maybe Ellen finally felt guilty, I had been in pain and she had not loved him enough to even notice. "I'm sorry, Jeff."

"Why should you be sorry now?"

"Because I made you strong. I changed you when you were already perfect. When you used to look at me… I would see your love and it always made me feel so warm… now all I see is the coldness in your eyes." Her sobs filled the back of my car. "What we had was so beautiful. I've destroyed it, haven't I?" Ellen asked rhetorically, gazing down as her phone started buzzing. It was Rachel. She let it ring out.

We sat silently remembering some of our happiest moments. I leaned in closer, his face a mask of sorrow and loss, and kissed Ellen's forehead. She didn't pull away, instead, she leaned into the embrace, seeking solace in the warmth of my arms. Still sobbing I wrapped her in a tight hug, and she could feel my heart still beating against her chest. My hand stroked her hair, then trailed down the side of her face, lingering on the curve of her cheek. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and innocent and full of sadness, and I felt something stir inside me. A longing, a yearning to be there for her, to provide her with all the love and comfort she needed. And I could see that she needed it, and would willingly take any comfort I offered. I looked at her face, and for the first time he saw her not as my tormentor but as a woman. The blonde girl from next door that I had coveted from afar. The twenty-one-year old woman I had fallen for. Our relationship had grown and blossomed over the years. I had watched her body develop the sensually thin hourglass shape that made all the boys turn and stare, young and old alike. I felt a sudden stirring within him, a stirring I knew I shouldn't be feeling but I needed to protect her .Her body was nurturing my baby… our baby. I’d made her into a mother.

"Daddy...," she whispered, and I felt a shiver go up my spine. "...I...I miss you so much..." Tears welled up in her eyes once more, threatening to overspill.

"I miss the old you, Ellen," I said, and she suddenly turned and kissed my cheek. My mouth opened but there were no words. Her lips had stunned me more effectively than any stun gun. She looked up at me again, gazing into my eyes. She seemed surprised by my reaction, and her eyes were wide and questioning. I put a hand on the back of her head, letting my fingers gently stroke the soft strands of her hair. "You look so much like your mother...," I said quietly, hesitating, swallowing the lump again. "...I can't help but see her in your face, every time I look at you."

She looked down at the phone in her lap, then back at me. "Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked me softly, almost too low to hear.

I attempted a smile. "Oh, Ellen… if we have a daughter I think she will be the prettiest girl in the whole world."

A blush crept up Ellen's face as she looked down at her phone. "Mom is prettier, though," she said, her voice sad and thoughtful.

"Well...," I began, speaking slowly and choosing his words carefully. "I guess if your Mom was the prettiest before, that made you the second prettiest. It's your job to take up the mantle, and make your Mom proud. End this, Ellen. Leave Jerome. Move back into your old room. Come home… Let's raise our family together."

“You do care about me…” For the first time in a long time, a smile flashed across Ellen's face, only briefly, and then it was gone. She mumbled something incoherent as she put her head down again, but I knew I brought at least a single second of clarity amidst the pain. I just wished I could do more. My hand continued to stroke her hair, softly caressing her, trying to offer Sophie's eldest daughter whatever comfort I could. My hand moved down to her shoulders and the small of her back. I rubbed my thumb in a circle, massaging her gently as we both took solace in the warm sensation of skin on skin. She leaned into my touch, her head resting on my neck, her forehead leaning against my jaw. I could smell the shampoo in her hair as I nuzzled my face into it, closing my eyes and losing myself in her sweet, innocent scent, such a contrast to his own masculine odor of sweat and fear. As the moments stretched into minutes, we remained locked in our embrace. My hand unconsciously stroked Ellen's back, the rhythmic motion soothing for us both. Finally she turned her head to look up at me, her face still close to mine, and her nose nuzzled along the side of my cheek. Her lips were close to my own as we cuddled tightly, her breath hot on my skin. "Daddy...," she whispered softly. "I don't want to hurt anymore..."

With trembling hands, I gently tipped her chin up, my gaze dropping to her full, sensuous lips. Her wide, innocent blue eyes gazed back at mine, and she almost seemed to be pleading with him, begging me to take the pain away somehow. Our faces moved closer and our noses brushed softly together, our breath hot and mingling. My thumb traced the line of her jaw, the tender touch lingering a moment longer than it should have. Ellen looked up at me, her eyes swollen and red, searching for the familiar warmth she had always known from me.

"And I don't want you to hurt anymore, Ellen," I paused, "...and...and I don't want to hurt anymore, either." I was whispering, our mouths so close she could feel the breath of my words on her lips.

“Do you still love me though?” She whispered. When she saw the pain behind my eyes it was as if she suddenly realised that I had been tortured, that the bruises around my neck had been caused by her rope… at the behest of Jerome but by her own delicate hands.

"Ellen, it's...," I started, but I silenced her with a finger on her soft lips. Instead, she simply looked up at me innocently, her eyes wide and submissive. I couldn't fight it and once again something terrible stirs inside me, something that shouldn't be there. It wasn't lust for my ex-girlfriend, exactly, yet it is a burning need to be close to her, to find comfort with her in our shared grief. A need that goes beyond mere touching and hugging, a need for something more, something forbidden. I want to feel something other than pain, I am desperate for it, and I know she feels it too. Tilting her chin upwards again, our faces still very close, our cheeks now almost pressed together, I turned towards the eldest daughter. Our breath mingled as our mouths brushed together, and then my lips found hers. The soft, wetness of her young mouth on mine sent ripples of pleasure through my body, and his groin tingled in response. Ellen moaned softly as she gave in to my kiss, not having the emotional strength to resist. Our mouths explored each other, slowly moving back and forth, our breath mingling. Memories of our good times flashed through my mind, all the laughs, all the times I saw her naked, as I continued to taste her sweet lips. Perhaps feeling the guilt of what I was doing, I tried to pull away. I attempted to break the kiss, but Ellen wasn't ready for our lips to part just yet, and she slipped her arms up and around my neck. Her tongue snaked its way into my mouth and began to wrestle eagerly, but instead of pulling away I gave in again, kissing Ellen back passionately. It was like she was starving for this, hungry for it, desperate for the comfort that my tender love provided, and she gripped the lapels of my open shirt tightly, holding me close.

When there was finally a break for us to come up for air, I whispered to her, "We shouldn't be doing this, this is wrong...," and then we were at it again, our kisses becoming more urgent and passionate. My hand found its way to her thigh and squeezed the thin flesh, making Ellen jump lightly from the sudden contact.

We broke away once more, slowly, and she gazed into my eyes with wonder. "Daddy… please… tell me what you want me to do. Please, tell me how to fix this?" Her blue eyes pleaded with me.

"Ellen, I… I just can't– " I was cut off as Ellen suddenly kissed me again, hard.

"Please, Daddy...," she whispered, our lips still touching. She nuzzles my nose with her own, soft and silky. Her embrace was gentle and the skin of her cheek was so soft as she snuggled in beside me. "Then don't say anything, I understand," she whispered, "just kiss me."

Her lips pressed to mine, and her embrace pressed me back into the car seat. Her body twisted half on top of me, and she softly massaged and stroked my face as she held it in both hands. I felt her leg swing over mine, with her thigh squeezing mine as her knee slid between my legs. Do I just lie there and enjoy this? Do I respond in kind? Do I just fall back passively into the back seat? Or do I follow the lead of that one part of my body that was now fully awake and changing the shape of my pants? And then there was this one last question nagging me back to consciousness. "Why?"

As her knee slid up my thigh to press against my erection, I stopped caring about the why as Ellen’s tongue slid in between my lips. My arms reached around her waist and began to pull her closer as she ground me with her leg. Straddling me Ellen began unbuttoning her blue blouse, seconds later she wriggled free of it. Her hot skin now pressed against mine, and I knew she liked it by the increased intensity of her kiss. Everything felt surreal and she unclasped her bra and her bare breasts pressed against my chest with incredible warmth. Her tongue probed deeply into my mouth and her leg was just as deeply massaging my now-throbbing erection. I felt her hand slide beneath the waistband of my pants. My body stiffened in surprise. Her hand engulfed my penis and her breath grew heavy as she became more and more turned on. Mine joined hers in an attempt to stop her but she grabbed and squeezed my cock. The mix of pain and deep pressure on my still sore manhood was incredible, and I moaned and squirmed as I could feel my blood warming and my heart pump faster. I thought about screaming, I thought about throwing her off me and as I tensed, preparing to act, Ellen spoke: “Jeff, we’re in a public place and if I scream…”

I immediately relaxed. Once again she was in charge and I had no choice. How did I get into this predicament? It was obvious, so stupidly obvious. My inner voice screamed at me: Because you love her! But how could I be next to her like this and not get aroused? I took a deep breath, all of it, all of this was going to change. It was going to stop. With my hand gripping hers beneath my pants, she gently took it in hers and we both retreated from my confused penis. She briefly rested my hand on her stomach, then with her hand guiding mine she moved my hand to her breast. Feeling the soft flesh under my palm, I swallowed hard, "Ellen, what are you doing?"

"I'm not doing anything, Daddy." She still had her hand on mine, so she moved it back and forth making me hand rub her nipple.

I felt her nipple extend, becoming hot and hard and the thrill went straight between my legs. "Ellen, I don't think this is a good idea," but to my horror I realised my hand was moving of its own accord. She smiled at me, playing without her assistance, and she could also feel my penis becoming painfully erect as she pressed against my leg. Reaching down, her hand pushed back beneath the waistband of my pants. I was having trouble breathing, "Ellen, we have to stop. I only have so much will power. Anyone might see us."

Ellen turned and looked up, facing me, "I don't want you to have any will power," she kissed me, gently brushing her lips on his, "No one is looking and we both know… we need this. I want you to have me."

Somehow both of my hands had found her breasts, the hard nipples poked at me through my shirt. "Ellen… we need to stop."

"I don't want to stop, Daddy." Ellen smiled deviously at me. She lifted her skirt and swiftly straddled my lap, positioning herself perfectly above my stiff searching erection. She settled in position and placed both hands on my chest, pushing all of her weight down on me.

"I'm going to ride your cock, until you can't take anymore. I'm going to make you cum deep inside of me and when you do I'm going to squeeze every last drop out of you and milk you dry."

My mind exploded with her words and she leant forward and kissed me passionately before returning her attention to my cock, moving her panties to one side and nuzzling down onto my exposed length. She sat motionless and steady over my cock only moving ever so slightly to teasingly touch the head against her outer lips and clit. Each dab of pressure left a line of pussy juice trailing between my cock and her pussy. She let out a faint groan of pleasure at the sight of it. Ellen bit her lip and put him just barely in her, "Push Daddy."

I wanted to slam myself into her but knew I couldn't. Ellen rested the head of my cock gently between the outer lips, waiting with eager anticipation at the entrance of her tight pussy. The breath left her as the head of my penis pushed past the lips into her vagina. At the very point of entrance, there was resistance at first, and then I experienced the sensuous, slippery hot friction as it slid in. Slowly she began to move down, only an inch at first as I felt her tight pussy still having to stretch and expand to accommodate me. She rode up and down slowly but intensely working the head of my cock with her pussy. Nestling in and out of the tight warm opening, massaging the head of my cock into an extremely sensitive condition. My eyes rolled in my head as the pleasure rose further still from my loins. Slowly, confidently and with complete control she began taking more of my cock inside of her, I tried to lift my hips up to push into her further but she was determined to be fully in control and tease me to within an inch of an early orgasm. She threw a sly glance my way and placed her hand on my hip as to hold me down.

There was an instinctual almost animal feeling about penetrating her as she fed my tool into her agonizingly slowly. I could feel the head being massaged by her pink vaginal walls. When she stopped, when my penis had slid in all the way, it sent shivers up my spine. As it first slid in it felt like such a relief, like an increase of tension and then a release. Watching her eyes as she settled onto my cock was like staring into her soul. She paused when she was all of the way inside my ex-lover, while I fought the revulsion at how amazingly incredible it felt being inside her again. She raised up to have barely the tip inside her. She tensed as firmly as she could and slowly sank down onto my cock. Slowly inch by inch her tight squeezing pussy took me inside her as she drew a deep seductive breath through pursed lips, taking my full length inside her. It felt amazing, my entire length engulfed in her tight warm, velvet smooth pregnant pussy. The scent of her danced across my nostrils as it filled the confined space in the back of my car. I could almost taste her on my lips. Ellen's movements became longer and progressively faster. It became clear that she was beginning to lose herself in the pleasure as well. She stayed strong and consistent in her movements. Her toned legs had no problem keeping her in position hovering over my lap so she bounced perfectly on my cock riding me for minutes. Her pussy lips still flexing and dragging along the shaft of my cock, pulling it back into her deeper and deeper. Her motion suddenly slowed and she returned to short motions taking only a couple of inches inside her. She could tense the walls of her pussy more this way. It was noticeably tighter and she fixed me with her devilish stare, a sly smile rippling across her lips.

I felt beaten. Like I had finally completely submitted myself to my fate. I couldn't go on. The mother of my unborn child was bouncing on my dick and I felt helpless. I surrendered to her. I no longer cared. She had put me through so much and having sex with her in the back seat of my car in a busy campus car park was something I knew I would have never thought I would be doing. Ellen was using long, slow strokes. Pleasure filled us completely and my mind welcomed it, the overwhelming sensations leaving me with no other thoughts to torment me. Ellen just wanted me inside of her, as deep as possible. Every time my penis went in, out, and back in again I could feel shudders all over her body, until it blended into one luscious, rhythmic feeling. She ground my dick inside every part of her, slowly losing her control. The speed picked up a little and she started to move me deeper inside with each thrust. I panted as I tried to hold back and she loved his slow, passionate love making. I knew instinctively that it was much more than sex, it had felt wonderful from the very start despite the abuse she had bestowed upon me. 

Her body took over and she felt the intense need to gyrate and push and feel my penis in every dimension and angle within her. On a natural impulse, she threw her hips back against me wanting more. My testicles squashed against her and she knew that she was taking all of me in. Soft moans came from her pretty mouth and I could feel the stretched walls of her vagina contract around me. They would stretch further in nine months time. The friction down there, against her G-spot, was turning her to gelly as her pussy began to flutter. It started as a very strong, intense and powerful, warm tingly feeling that spread from her clitoris to her vagina, and then through her whole lower body. Very quickly her clitoris, vagina, crotch muscles and butt squeezed and pulsed a few times, and her first orgasm vibrated all through her. I felt her toes curl, and she alternated from holding her breath and breathing really fast. Her body tensed up and jerked uncontrollably as a series of gasps, and groans came from her. The intensity of her orgasm was mind numbing. The pleasure was intense and fulfilling. Finally she leant forward without lifting from my cock and kissed me deeply once more. She poised herself above my cock and whispered quietly into my ear.

"Are you ready, Jeff?" She started to move back onto me slowly as she picked up her phone, one handed, activating the screen. "I want to feel you cum inside me." She withdrew my full length and then slammed back down, putting her phone down beside us. I was so tempted to just grab it and delete everything on it. "I want to feel your hard, throbbing cock shoot deep into me." She lifted herself back up again, then descended quickly, refocusing my attention. "I want to drain every last drop from your balls." Her movements, purposeful and smooth, continued stroking the full length of my cock over and over. "I want to feel your cock cum all the way inside my pussy and fill me with your love."

Her tits were shaking and wobbling as se slowly fucked me on the backseat, driving my cock into her, touching every bit of her pussy. Suddenly, Ellen sat upright, holding her arms around my neck, and she took it slow, bouncing on me, swallowing my cock from knob to root. She was breathing heavily. I sat beneath her, looking up at the huge tits bouncing up and down, as my pregnant ex sunk her pussy all the way down onto my throbbing cock. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was twisted, and she was moaning with every bounce. I drank in the sight of her body, the bouncing tits. Lifting myself up, I reached around, grabbed at her back, and held her close as we bounced together. Ellen suddenly kissed me and I kissed her with so much passion that her pussy nearly spasmed around my cock. I kissed her ripe breasts and her curvy, motherly, all natural frame pressed against my body. Her speed increased and quickly I began to feel my orgasm growing. My head began swimming as the glow of pleasure from my groin started to burn white hot. Her whispered talk laced my mind with lust. I fought to hold back the urge but there was no resistance, her stroking motions continued without decline as her pussy slid effortlessly up and down, up and down, up and down over the full length of my shaft. My fingers tensed and I found myself clenching at a fistful of her blonde hair, my head rocked from side to side as my whole body tensed over and over again desperately fighting to hold back, my cock swollen and erect, harder than it had ever felt in my life.

Ellen maintained an astonishing pace, unrelenting, her voice lifting, louder and deeper moans, our hands gripping each other. I was breathing faster, my heavy chest heaving, but she never slowed, never varied her hard and frantic pace. Ellen was wrapped around me, drawing me into her, using her legs to lift her hips at the end of every push, meeting me in a hard, sweating slap of flesh. After what seemed like an eternity, we locked in a tangle of limbs and Ellen began to quake. It radiated from her hips, her thighs twitching, then quivering, and soon the ripple had spread through her entire body. Holding tight to my shoulders her body tightened, and she tossed her head wildly, lifting herself from the floor of the stall. I leaned back and grabbed her at her waist, lifting the voluptuous woman up and down the length of his cock as she screamed, her hands beating at my shoulders as she flailed against me, my muscles bulging with the effort of bouncing her up and down his cock. Her legs tensed as she rode me, leaning back and letting me control her as her blonde mane swept back and forth, her screams echoing around the interior of the car. I grunted, louder now, and my hands tightened on her waist, unwilling to break their rhythm. She wrapped her arms around my thick shoulders and began sobbing into my neck, biting and licking at my skin as my head fell back, my mouth open in a silent moan. Suddenly Ellen let out an almighty chorus of moans and her pussy convulsed, her back arched and she somehow managed to push my cock even deeper into her as Ellen's cries shattered into a series of sobbing, gasping screeches. 

I couldn't hold back anymore. Ellen felt my penis swelling and hardening, and then twitching and pulsating deep inside of her. The power was intoxicating, she loved this moment. It was what she lived for. Her body had connected with mine in a passionate and sensuous joining of our souls. I roared from deep in my chest, our bodies meeting like waves pounding rock, flesh and breath and touch becoming fluid and perfect as our orgasms ripped through us in perfect sync. Ellen's flushed breasts shivered and heaved. Pussy juice ran down her legs. She couldn't catch her breath. Her pussy began to flutter as my sperm-heavy balls threatened her with every stroke. Then she slammed herself down, burying me deep. And held. I gave in. I couldn't help myself. My member erupted inside her, belching its hot thick load into her depths. Her body seized. Her pussy spasmed. And she felt my hard cock throbbing inside her. My balls lurched as I came, hot spurts of semen pouring into Ellen's milking cunt. She felt every heavy twitch, every hot blast of cum ejaculating into her impregnated depths.

"AHHH!!" Ellen arched her back and thrust herself back onto my cock; she was cumming like a bitch in heat. 

Her whole body quaked at the sensation, the heat, the thickness, the dangerous wetness filling her vulnerable pussy to the brim… and she loved it. She loved the way I groaned and jerked my cock inside her, forcing her hips to stay still as I deposited my load into her quivering pussy. My seed flooded her vagina in pulsing waves, my cock pushed deep into her fertile channel as I emptied myself into her, her body quenching its thirst, soaking in my hot, thick rain. Her pussy clamped down on my cock and my balls flushed with orgasmic release. She continued without cease, fucking my cock's full length as I unleashed stream after stream of cum. Each time she plunged down hard, squeezing firmly down on my full length before raising up and milking me for all my worth. Minutes passed like this as every time I thought I had released everything, she managed to pull more out of me. I continued thrusting upwards even as she lowered herself completely onto my pulsing manhood, her screams giving way to a softer, quieter mewing as she drew me to her, pulling me close, and she licked playfully at my rope burned neck as I lay back, panting. Ellen ran her hand over my chest, touching the deep gouges she gave me earlier, nuzzling me softly as I held her. She raised up to hold just the head inside of her and reached down with her hand to milk out the final drops with four or five firm, sharp massaging strokes of my cock, before finally lifting off and spilling our combined seed onto my lap. Trailing her finger through it she brought it up to her lips, she kissed her fingers and then pressed them against mine. Ellen collapsed onto my chest and we basked in the afterglow of our lovemaking, tenderly kissing and holding each other as she reached for her phone again.

"And that, Rachel dearest, is how you fuck a man. I wanted you to see us, live, no delay, no video, and I wanted you to see it with your own eyes because we both know, if Jessica just watched us do that, she would lose her shit!"

No! My heart sank as Ellen positioned her phone to capture us both semi naked, our sexes joined, her tits pressed up against my bare chest. She was staring into my eyes as the light behind them went out… my eyes were glued to the screen. I was staring into Rachel's green eyes and she looked devastated. She looked like she was screaming, but the phone was on mute. Ellen didn't know that having Rachel witness our copulation was no mercy. 

"Maybe just don't tell her," Ellen laughed, "But know this; Jeff is mine. He belongs to me. We have news for you but we will tell you in front of the whole family. Until then don't even glance in his direction." Ellen ended the call and began putting her blouse back on. Leaving the bra on the floor. "A memento for you, Daddy. I'll be in touch. Don't go and do anything silly, now. Bye!"

She climbed out of the car and closed the door behind her. I locked it and slumped onto the back seat, mindlessly dressing myself. I couldn't take it anymore. My mind ceased operating and I felt myself descending into madness. I was tired of putting my heart on the line and having it constantly stepped on. I was tired of falling in love and dealing with the constant mental abuse that came with it. I was just tired. All the constant deception and emotional torture made me wonder; Maybe this world would be better if I wasn't in it. 

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I was still sitting in the back seat when I heard repeated loud banging on the door window. Roused from my miserable stupor I looked dejectedly towards the source of the noise. It looked like Rachel, her red hair flying, her fists pounding against my old and beaten up car. It didn't have much left to offer this world, much like me. I stared at her, emotionless, as she demonstrated her fury on my vehicle. She was screaming but it was almost as if I was detached from it all, a spectator, watching an angry redhead pull at the door handle. “Open then fucking door!” She yelled against the glass as the heavens opened, pitter pattering against the roof. Drowning out my thoughts with white noise.

Rachel was getting wet. I opened the door. Part of me wanted this woman to enter my confined space and begin to tear me to pieces. It's what I deserved. I had cheated on her, her twin sister, and caused her as much pain as I was feeling myself. I deserved whatever punishment she wished to bestow upon me. I didn't deserve her. I needed absolution.

As then door clicked unlocked Rachel wrenched the door open and launched herself inside, her eyes wide, her lips snarling, “Where is that fucking psychotic blonde bitch!” Then when it was obvious that she was gone, “What the hell is wrong with you!” She slapped me hard. I'm sure I felt the pain but it didn't really register, I stared back at her blankly. “Dick head! You're a stupid, pathetic, worthless piece of shit! She's got you wrapped around her finger! We love you and you go and do… that! How could you–” the she stopped. Suddenly. 

Her expression changed. She looked at me in shock, then anger, then pity all in the space of a few seconds. “Jeff… talk to me?” I stared at her lips as they moved. I watched the tears meander down her freckled cheeks. “Jeff! What's wrong with your neck?” Rachel was shaking now, “What has she done? What has she done to you?” She looked down at my wet shriveled penis, still exposed and began to wail. “What– has– that– evil– cow– done! Speak to me!” She was crying hard and, through sobs, pleaded for me to talk… but the words wouldn't come. Her face was buried against my shoulder and neck. Having her crying so close to my face and ears was heartbreaking, probably more so because the sounds were so clear. I had hurt her. This was my doing. My heart was breaking for her. She hugged me tight and cried hard for a couple of minutes. She was practically wailing at times. I felt so powerless, unable to protect her from my terrible darkness. She finally got her crying under control and pulled back enough to look at my face, but she didn't let me go. She had the most striking green eyes but they were not beautiful today, They were red and puffy. She said, "I'm sorry, Jeff, I–I'll call Mom at work. She'll drop everything–"

I hushed her with a shake of my head. She sobbed and hugged me tighter. She cried for a couple more minutes. She slowed and finally stopped. She held me a few more seconds and finally let me go. "I'll fetch Jessica then… or I'll find Ellen and drag her back here. I'll make her talk! Please, Jeff, talk to me. Talk to someone!”

"No… I can't…" I whispered. 

Rachel put her hand on mine and gave it a squeeze. Then she went about dressing me as if I was incapable. Pathetic. A piece of shit. We were both crying softly, with an occasional sob. "Okay, now give me your keys. We're not staying here. I'm taking you home." I pulled my car keys out of my pocket and handed them to her. I wasn't capable of making my own decisions but a part of me decided that I could follow instructions… Rachel's instructions. On the drive home I solemnly stared out the window watching the gentle rain fall on those unfortunate enough to be caught in it. I could tell that the little cloudburst wouldn't last very long. Soon the sun would be shining again. Not soon enough, I thought to myself, no, not nearly soon enough. When we arrived home she took me into her empty house, leading me into the kitchen, made us both some hot chocolate and then we sat opposite each other at the breakfast table.

"Jeff?"

"I'm a pathetic piece of shit," I repeated her insult.

"No you're not. I was angry. Baby please," she said as she tried to stifle sob, "Please talk to me? What did she do?" There was only silence. "Sweetheart?" she said, "I know you're in pain. I need to know… we need to know… I love you. I do. She said something to you between classes… She met me at Uni, she said she'd found my phone and wanted to return it, but her intention was  just to goad me. She told me she bumped into you and that you ran away… but my friends said… she said something to you that scared you. They said you looked like… you'd been assaulted. Did she do this?" She asked, tenderly stroking the wounds on my neck with her fingers. I nodded. "Was Jerome there?"

"At the end of it," I replied curtly, sipping my beverage. The chocolate soothed me, the sugar replenishing my energy. I looked up into Rachel's concerned eyes.

"What did she do, Jeff? What did she say?" She asked, her voice betraying her pain for only a second.

"She told me… that she's expecting my baby. I'm going to be a father." Rachel didn't react to that. I had expected her to. I expected to throw her scalding hot chocolate into my face but she just sat there and took my hand in hers again.

"Then we will see she doesn't get to bring up your child. She's unfit to be a mother. She's unfit to be a human being." Her voice took on a steely edge. "I'll take her baby and kill her. I'll go to prison and I'll let you and Jessica make a family together, with your baby, with Jess as it's Mummy… then you can both live happily ever after."

"No. Ellen is finished. I will end this. I know what I must do."

"What did they do to you?”

"Ellen used your phone. She pretended to be you telling me you were in her apartment looking for her phone. She said that you were house sitting for her and that you knew her passwords. We were going to delete all her videos." Rachel couldn't contain the sob as it caught in her throat. She had never heard so much pain and anger in my voice before. She withdrew her hand and placed it over her mouth. 

"She stole my phone to lure you into a trap,” she squeaked, tears springing from her eyes.

"It's not your fault, Rachel. This was on me. I've screwed up so badly, I know I have! But I know I need to talk to you; there is so much I need to say to you but I just can't. I love you… I need to protect you from this… from her… from me!"

"You don't need to protect me, Jeff…" placing her hand back on top of mine and taking a deep breath, "I want to be part of whatever this is. What did they do to you?" She begged through her tears.

"She chloroformed me. Put me in her dungeon. Showed me her positive pregnancy test stick then put a noose around my neck and hanged me. She made me dance at the end of her rope… she made me cum for her… then she let me lose consciousness. When I woke up Ellen was gone and I was strapped face down on a table… as a gift for Jerome."

"But that was… why… you could have died! I've seen her BDSM lair, she's sick! Did Jerome…?" she whispered.

"Jerome fucked me, but then he let me go before Ellen got back to continue her fun and games."

"Why did Jerome set you free?”

I didn't want to tell her he wanted me to gift him their virginities, instead I told a half truth. "He said he would let me go if I promised not to marry Ellen, he wants to marry her. He wanted to do a deal. Maybe he pitied me? I don't know, but I would have agreed to anything to get away. Ellen hunted me down this morning to gloat in front of her friends… I hid here… I guess she followed me. She told me Jerome had proposed. She…" 

Rachel just shook her head. "I know what she did. She deliberately started a video call to make sure we knew. Why did you have sex with her?"

I avoided answering her question. "Everything hurts. Rachel, you're right, I'm pathetic. I don't deserve you."

"Maybe you do need to release some steam, Jeff. You need to let go. You don't have to talk, but I'm here if you need to… and if I'm not good enough, I'll fetch Jessica. But you'll need to tell us why you thought it was okay to fuck Ellen?"

"I guess I had a moment of weakness."

She let out a disappointed sigh, "I guess you did. Explain this deal you made with Jerome."

My temper had been brewing like the weather. The air had grown thicker between us, until it was like trying to breathe underneath a duvet, with your face between your lover's thighs. Suffocating, no matter how much you enjoy it, and it doesn't take long before you want to come up for air.

"No. I don't want you involved. I will deal with them both myself."

Now we sat glaring at each other as I saw her frustration mounting, her face flushed with heat. The sky lit up with distant dry lightning. The air between us felt charged. Moisture beaded at my temples and on my forehead, trickled down my back and chest. It gathered behind my knees and tickled at my ankles. Every inch of me felt tense, like a coiled spring waiting to release all of its energy. Rachel was faring no better. Her cotton dress was stuck to her sides. I could see the creases in the white cotton where she'd pulled it loose several times already. Her hair was over her shoulder exposing her neck. The fiery red seemed to reflect her mood and matched the heat in her eyes.

"Why can't you tell me? You don't think I'm good enough!" she spat.

"I'm not going to argue this with you again, Rachel!" I replied sharply, "I don't deserve you. You're too good for me. You're all too good for me! Did you ever think that perhaps I deserve Ellen and her twisted, tainted love?"

Her chest was heaving. Whether from anger or because the air was so thick, I couldn't tell. Both, probably, if she was feeling anything like me. Her dress clung to the swell of her breasts again, and again she plucked at it. She wasn't wearing a bra, not in this heat. The faint outline of her nipples showed through the cotton, just enough to catch my eye.

"Ellen is psychotic. You're just deluded! Tell me what you're going to do? You talk to Jessica all the time. Why won't you level with me?"

"I can't Rachel. Please, don't push me," I pleaded with her.

"But you'd tell Jessica. You'd tell my Mom!"

"Please just leave me alone!" I banged my mug of hot chocolate off the table and she tried to seize the almost empty vessel from my hand and wrestle it from me. She stood over me, chest heaving, just as a gust of wind whipped through the open window. Instead of cooling the room down, though, it seemed to bring an extra heat. Lightning flashed again, as dry as a skeleton's cough. "I'm not done with it." I was, but I resented her trying to take control. Our fingers were touching on the mug. "Give it back."

"Fine!" She let go and folded her arms across her stomach, forcing her breasts up. Her nipples were almost clawing through her dress. "You treat me differently, Jeff. You push me away. You didn't push Jess away, you fucked her in the ass. You didn't push my Mom away, you fucked her in my Dad's bed! You didn't push Ellen away, you fucked her in your car! Even after everything she did!"

I dragged my eyes up to meet hers. They were flashing with anger. Outside the sky went white for a split second before the darkness returned. There was a rumble this time, like the growl deep in the throat of a wild animal before it savages you. Rising from the kitchen stool made me sweat all over again. I felt her eyes on me as I stalked through the kitchen to exit by her back door. The light from the fridge made me aware of just how dark it had become. Outside, beyond the porch, the sky was looming close, sending its hot breath through the open door. She moved to stand in my way, legs slightly apart, glaring at me. A flash of white outside backlit her for a split second.

"And now you're going to run away again."

I sighed. It might have been dismissive. "Please Rachel. Just let me go. This all ends soon. Just trust me." Then the wind really picked up, blowing leaves through the kitchen door. 

"For fuck's sake!" Around her knees the cotton of her dress hung limp, but higher up it clung to her thighs and arse like it never wanted to let go.

I opened my mouth, forgot what I was going to say, and closed it again. Another white flash lit the kitchen, followed almost immediately by a loud rumble. We both glanced at the window, then back at each other. Rachel's plump lips came apart, and in that instant I seized her face between my hands and kissed her. Kissed her hard. I felt her stiffen, then start to kiss me back -- force of habit perhaps -- before pulling away.

"I’m not good enough!" she spat, glaring. Her chest was heaving, the nipples rising up towards me before falling back again. A bead of sweat dashed down her neck. "Fuck you, Jeff!" Then she kissed me.

My arms were around her, fingers sliding up her back across the thin cotton until I felt sticky skin. Her hands were on my chest, digging into my flesh like claws. I winced. "Stop that!" She dug again, harder this time. I glanced down, saw red marks on my chest. Tiny beads of blood welled up but seemed reluctant to go anywhere. Now I pulled away. 

"Fuck you!" She hissed, her eyes sparking. I grabbed her waist and spun her around. A hand between her shoulder blades forced her down onto the counter while the other raised her dress.

Her arse glowed white in another flash of lightning, and my hand came down, palm open, just as the thunder pealed through the sky. She gasped, squirmed under my hand, and tried to turn her face towards mine. I brought my hand down again. Her panties were in the way. Still pressing her onto the counter, I hooked my thumb under the elastic and pulled it down. It took three attempts to expose her peachy ass entirely, with her panties bunched together halfway down her thighs.

"Fuck you," I repeated her curse, and again I smacked her. This time she yelped, but I was distracted by her flesh, smooth and cool beneath my palm. I let my hand linger for a moment, delighting in the feeling.

It was as if her bottom was the one place in the world that wasn't hot and sticky. I savoured it for a moment, admiring the contrast between the pale flesh and the red mark that formed, then raised my hand to smack her other cheek. As I watched a red mark blossom to match the first. She hadn't yelped this time. Too proud. Her face was turned away from me, but I could see her small breasts swell against the material of her dress as she breathed deeply. They trembled, swayed enticingly. My cock hardened.

Again I brought my hand down, and again. Again I watched the movement of her breasts. She wasn't struggling anymore. In fact, she seemed to be presenting her arse to me for spanking. Her feet were further apart than they'd been a moment earlier. There was a zip in the back of her dress, and I quickly undid it. The material slid open and I reached inside with both hands to seize her breasts. Unlike her arse a moment earlier, her boobs were hot and sticky. The sweat added friction under my fingers. She grunted again as I found her nipples and pulled them with my thumbs and forefingers. We both moaned as I slid between her bum cheeks. However hot and sticky we were, she was hotter. Hotter but delightful. I pressed my full length forward at once until my thighs were touching her backside. I quickly stepped out of my shorts and kicked them aside. She'd brought one hand down between her legs, I realised, bunching her dress up so she could stroke herself. Her panties were forgotten on the kitchen floor. I pulled out slowly, then pressed in again. She grunted. I could feel her fingernails on my shaft as she worked her clit.

"Fuck you," she hissed. My cock was throbbing by now. With one hand pressing lightly on her back, I used the other to pull down my shorts while I positioned myself behind her.

She didn't flinch when I pressed my cock between her legs and ran the head along her lips. I watched as her arousal coated it instantly.

"Fuck you," she mewed. She raised her head and looked at me over her shoulder. "Fuck my ass!" Leaning back, she pressed herself against my cock. "Fuck me, you pathetic piece of shit."

For a long moment I considered teasing her, then I realised that I didn't want to. Didn't dare to. Instead I ran my cock up between her lips until it found her entrance. Placing my hands on her hips I angled forward. The darkness lit up again. I covered my cock with the girly cream and I stroked myself, working her natural lube all over as I salivated over the little redhead’s ass. Once satisfied with my lube job, I positioned myself behind Rachel, put one hand on her ass and guided my dick with the other. The second my flesh touched her puckered asshole, Rachel jumped, but she quickly settled and I pushed on. My cock head slipped in with unexpected ease, but every millimeter after that had to be given slowly and gently. After each inch that I gained, I slowly pulled back out until just my head remained, and then I gently fucked her to that depth until her body became used to me being there. And then I pressed on, slowly gaining the next inch as her anus loosened and sucked me deeper. She was so hot and tight it almost hurt, but every bit of me that was inside her was experiencing a pleasure she now shared with her sister.

Rachel moaned and groaned and grunted, indicating the struggle, but also the ecstasy she was feeling as I slipped my thick cock further and further into her body. It seems the twins were built alike, both finding pleasure in anal sex. Occasionally she would revert to uncontrolled breathing, almost hyperventilating, as she experienced satisfaction so great that she simply couldn't handle it. She said it was like having small, full body orgasms. After what seemed like an hour, I was finally inside her to the hilt. Rather than fucking right away, I just stayed like that, letting her body get to used to me and my size. Rachel reached down and grabbed my sagging balls, then pulled them forward and began rubbing them against her clit. Her ass clenched me tightly in response, squeezing so hard at times that I feared my cock might become pulverized, but I was loving every second. After a minute of this attention I pulled back, she released my testicles, and I began to fuck her. At first the thrusts were slow, as she was still trying to relax enough to accommodate my size. But soon I found a rhythm, and I speeded things up. She was still very hot and very tight, and I was already having to concentrate to keep myself from cumming too soon.

"Fuck me!" she breathed again, and I began to thrust away. Her legs were spread wide, one forearm rested on the counter. Flesh slapped wetly against flesh every time I pounded into her and she pushed back.

Rachel cried out with each thrust as I became bolder and fucked her ass harder, pushing so deep that my hips bounced off her perfect ass and jolted her whole body. Her hanging tits bounced back and forth, and sometimes I could hear them gently slap against the side of the counter she leaned on. But even this wasn't enough, and so I took hold of Rachel's hips and began pulling her to me as I fucked into her, pounding her hard and fast over and over, forcing the twin sister to cry out in exquisite pleasure.

"Oh Jeff!" she sobbed unsteadily. "Oh please don't stop. Keep fucking my ass. Harder, baby. Yes! Harder! Oh shit, yes! Fuck me, Jeff! Fuck me!"

Even when she wasn't forming words, Rachel was still making sounds as I rammed into her ass with all my might. Grunting, my head spinning, I became aware of how hot my entire body was getting. I was drenched with sweat, and my body radiated my anger and frustration… and I was taking it all out on Rachel. Fucking her hard, just like I had ‘raped’ Ellen… Just like how I had ‘raped’ her mother. My rage enveloping us as our bodies grew slippery and slapped wetly together. Rachel's hair was getting soaked from this treatment as well, and her ginger locks stuck against her face and back as she bucked against me. Breathing became harder in the heat, and so we were panting and gasping even more than the fucking alone was requiring us to.

I rubbed my hands over Jessica's sister's slick, wet ass, then moved them up, around her hips and sides, finally stopping on her small, drooping breasts. With both of my hands full of soft yet firm flesh and the hard nipples palmed, I massaged Rachel's tits as I pulled her body up from her bent over position. I moved her so her back was against my chest, and I continued to fuck her in the ass, driving in so hard that I lifted her off her feet on every thrust. She screamed with approval, then reached behind herself to put her hands on me anywhere she could reach; my ass, my back, my shoulders, and finally my head. Rachel craned her neck and guided me to turn mine so we could kiss over her shoulder. Though it was impossible to kiss full on like normal at this angle, we did manage to find enough of each other's lips and tongues to satisfy. And yet we still wanted more, so our tongues went out of control, probing for anything to lick—lips, cheeks, ears. I placed one hand on her face to make sure she didn't turn away as I finally got my lips wrapped around her hot little tongue and sucked it in deeply. Rachel fucked my mouth with her tongue while she put her hand on the one tit I wasn't holding and began tweaking her own nipple As she moved her leg upward. She put her foot on the edge of the counter, then grabbed my ass tightly with her hands.

"You got me?" she asked.

"Yeah!" I grunted, pushing into her hard and lifting her off of her one foot still on the ground.

"Okay," she said. "Hold me tight."

And then Rachel lifted her other leg and braced that foot against the edge of the counter. Now she was fully off the floor, her weight held only by my dick and I, and her feet balancing us by resting on the kitchen counter. Her legs were spread wide, as were her ass cheeks, allowing me to push into her a few extra centimeters as we fucked. Her back was still against my chest, so I hugged her to me as if our lives depended on it and concentrated on each thrust so I wouldn't slip on the floor and lose my balance. Despite all the extra work my mind was doing, I felt my body getting closer to orgasm. I kissed anything I could put my lips on; Rachel's neck, shoulder, face, even her wet hair, which clung to my own face. I squeezed her tit one last time, then ran my hand down her slick tummy and placed it between her legs. Finding her clit, I rubbed it between my fingers, and Rachel's ass clenched around me even tighter than before. I drove my cock into her hard, almost losing my balance, and knowing that I was seconds away from the point of no return. Absent-mindedly, I began calling out her name.

"Oh Rachel, Rachel, Rachel....Oh fuck, I'm so close..."

"Keep fucking me!" she cried out in tears of pleasure. "I want to feel you cum inside me!"

Hearing those words made me lose all concentration, and I slipped, falling forward toward certain doom. Rachel's feet slipped off the counter, and we were heading towards the floor, with Rachel in position to hit first, and me on top of her. This was going to hurt… But on the way down Rachel caught the edge of a chair with her hands and managed to hold on, keeping me on my feet. Her legs swung beneath her, then back up and locked together behind my ass. Now she was almost an extension of my dick, her ass still impaled by my cock and her body sticking straight forward from it. She gripped the counter with all of her might, and her legs tightened their lock on my waist. With our bodies now at a ninety-degree angle, we were in the perfect position to fuck each other to orgasm. I resumed fucking her tight ass at once. Rachel was already on her way to orgasm, and she screamed and moaned and shuddered as she fought to keep herself supported on the counter. To help out, I walked forward, moving her further onto the counter so she could rest her arms and her weight there. Grabbing her hips, I thrust into her over and over, jolting her entire body again and again as she cried out and sobbed for me not to stop. To never stop. Her face pressed against the table and she clawed at the marble with one hand. As I bucked into her, her wet hair tossed, clinging to whatever it touched and tangling into a mess atop her head.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes, yes!" she shouted. We were both gasping. The air seemed too thick to breathe. Rumble followed rumble outside. I could feel her begin to clench around my shaft. Her body trembled. "Yess, yesss," she moaned. I tried to keep my rhythm as steady as I could, knowing she was close.

Suddenly she cried out. Her whole body went stiff, then relaxed, then shuddered. Outside the sky turned white, and a split second later the world seemed to explode in a crash. We both froze, looked at the open door, then at each other. I started moving again, when suddenly I caught sight of something falling. Something that shone against the black sky. A raindrop. It was followed by another, and another, then it was as if an entire summer's worth of rain was pouring out of the sky.

We exchanged glances again, then she pulled herself off me and headed to the door. On the porch she paused and looked back at me. "Well?"

I followed her outside. Raindrops beat down, pounded on my head, against my skin. We were both soaked in an instant. She turned towards me, seized the back of my head and drew me into a kiss. Our lips locked, our teeth clashed, our tongues wrestled. My cock was still hard and hot, pressed between our bodies. I almost began to hump against her mound. She pulled away and gave me a hard shove. Startled, I lost my balance and found myself on my ass in the wet grass. Stepping forward, she stood over me, one foot on either side of my hips. She reached up and rearranged her wet hair so it fell across her shoulders. I looked up at her and marvelled at her beautiful, angry, panting body: the swell of her breasts, her pink nipples, the curve of her belly, the patch of orange curls beneath. Fixing me with a fierce gaze, she sank down onto her knees. Her pussy was positioned over my cock, and she reached down to guide it to her entrance.

“No, I'm not taking your virginity!” It was a declaration. A command with force and domination behind it. 

Rachel smiled her big sister's crooked smile and lubed up my cock with her wet, puffy labia. Then she aimed my cock head back between her ass cheeks and towards her gaping asshole. With the added rainwater she was slick enough that I slid in easily. Without closing her eyes she placed her hands on my chest, rising and falling while around us the rain fell. Lightning flashed again and we both flinched. Our eyes met again, and I felt my mouth twisting into a wicked grin.

"Fuck you." She leaned forward onto my chest and wrapped her arms around my head. I put my arms around her and pulled her against me. Our bodies came together, then withdrew, again and again.

Feeling the spark of my climax, I pulled her face towards mine and kissed her. She kissed back passionately. Her hair stuck to my face. Up and down she thrust, letting the fire build, keeping it in check, feeding it until it swelled up inside me, eager to unleash itself like the thunderstorm. My body trembled with the need to hold it back, the need to let it burst free, the need to–

The thunder and lightning came together and Rachel screamed. With a roar I felt the dam break and an explosion ripped through me, forcing me deeper inside her, making me claw at her bouncing breasts. In a flash I was pumping up into her ass with renewed vigor as a new, thick load of boiling cum rushed through my balls. Her ass went into contractions, sending spasm after spasm along her straining legs until she was spent. My cock spewed into her forcefully, and I could feel my seed fill her ass and surround my cock; warm, wet, sticky, and churning. I didn't stop fucking her until well after I had spilled my last drop, and even then I waited before pulling out of that warm, wet heaven. When I finally did pull out, globs of white cum oozed out as well, running down Rachel's legs and dripping to the ground. Her fingers stroked my chest, tracing the red marks that she'd made, and she lowered herself into the grass beside me. My arm was still around her, and I pulled her close. The rain pounded down, great drops crashing into us and exploding against our skin. I breathed in deeply. For the first time in days I felt refreshed. Her eyes were closed, her lips were parted. Inside the soaked dress, her chest rose and fell slowly, evenly. Lying back in the grass, I closed my eyes and let my ears fill with the sounds of her breathing and the falling rain.

“Jeff… I need you to forgive me,” Rachel spoke up into the heavens, breathing heavily.

“No, I need your forgiveness. That was… what I did… it was unnecessary.” I turned and looked into her amazing green eyes. "Ellen says I'm just like her, that I have a darkness inside me, and she's right. I bottle up my emotions because… if I didn't I'd snap. I only have myself to blame for what happened to me… and what I just did to you…"

“You always blame yourself for things you can't possibly be responsible for. You're a pure soul, shiny but delicate. Ellen twists that to her advantage. She takes pleasure in seeing how hard she can make you fall.  Mom told me that you need to be protected… that you're special… precious… but she says sometimes you need to be pushed and other times need to be controlled. Ellen is nothing like you. She's the opposite of you, Jeff.”

“They say opposites attract…” I murmured, “You're perfect.”

“No I'm not. I knew you needed to release your frustrations so I deliberately gave you an outlet,” she said as the warm rain cleansed us both, “I was jealous. Jealous of Ellen in the backseat of your car. I was jealous of Jessica… she was right though. Anal sex was something I'm going to want even when you finally take my virginity.”

“That's what Jerome wants. That was the deal he thinks he made. He gets to be the first man to fuck either you or Jessica.” Rachel said nothing but I saw the anger flare behind her eyes as the storm faded into the distance. “I would rather die than let him touch you,” I said as the rain washed away my tears.

"I know, my love," Rachel said and cried with me as we picked ourselves up from the grass. "You will protect us. We don't deserve you, Jeff. You are the strongest man I have ever known. As terrible as it feels, believe me, time heals. It is a slow process, but you will get through it. It doesn't help to fight it or try to stuff your feelings. You need to express your emotions and shed those tears. You bottle everything up."

“I will put this right, all of it.”

“I know that too. You won't ever rest until Ellen can no longer threaten you… so I will help you… as I did today… because the three of us together will be unstoppable.”

The wind raged and the deck trembled with each roll of thunder as we hugged each other close, sharing our warmth, overwhelmed by the power of our joining. The rain had made everything so real for us, it washed over us, cleansing us, keeping this pure and wonderful. The storm eventually passed. The smell that came with it drifted away too. Eyes still closed she tilted her head to one side and kissed me. I opened my eyes and sighed as I stared into her soul. Her hand was outstretched, her fingers entwined in mine, and she walked back into the house holding my hand. I felt a calmness envelop me as the storm that had just raged passed away into the distance. My fingers curled, tenderly holding my lover's hand.

“I love you, Rachel.”

"I love you too." She said as we closed the door behind us and I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her again. 

I pulled her wet naked body close to me. Her beautiful wet hair glistened under the kitchen spotlights, as her hands linked behind my head. It was the most romantic kiss I ever had. She let go of me and dragged me towards the bathroom to dry and smiled back at me. I stared at her small beautiful body going up the stairs. Her long red hair dropped down on her back, just touching her cute well fucked behind. To me, she was a petite goddess.

"Are you just going to stare all night?" Rachel said, smiling back at me. Well, I would have, but I was dripping all over her floor.  

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I spent the next day in my classes and when I wasn't there I was locked in a toilet. I guess I was hiding from Ellen, though it pained me to admit it. My thoughts kept drifting back to my relationship with Sophie's eldest daughter. Where did it all go wrong? I felt certain that she'd loved me when we lived together. She seemed to act like she loved me now: She wanted my babies. She saw a future for us, married and raising our child. I kicked myself mentally. How could I have been so blind that I didn't realise she was only interested in herself? How could I not have been aware that she was obsessing over me and in love with Jerome? Rachel was right. The nerve of Ellen suggesting that I brought it on that I somehow deserved it and that I somehow enjoyed the whole ordeal. I was so mad I was shaking! I was so distressed I wasn’t able to get anything done and decided to head home. Walking back to my car I was shocked when I felt an arm link into mine. Jessica cuddled in close and looked up at me with concern in her eyes.

“I've spoken with Rachel. Whatever you're planning, you're not doing it alone.” 

“Ellen says she’s pregnant.” I said automatically, I was emotionless and I felt the little redhead hold me tighter.

“I know. Rachel told us all about it and last night Ellen called Mom and Dad. She told them she was carrying your baby and apparently you're getting back together. Jermoe is moving in with her so you can both raise her baby with you. There was even talk of a wedding. She came across as a very happy woman. We didn't let on that we knew; that she had tortured you, and Jerome had made a deal with you.”

“I'm not marrying her!” I gasped.

“I know.” She squeezed me again and I felt lucky to have her, “What did Jerome do to you? Are you going to be alright?" Jessica asked anxiously as she stared at me. 

I wasn't sure what to say, and stopped walking. Jessica turned her head to me, and kissed me, softly, sweetly. To my surprise, I found myself kissing her back. Our lips parted and my tongue massaged hers gently, fondly. The familiar scent of her body filled my heart with desire, but I reluctantly pulled away, and broke the moment. We walked in silence back to the car, the unspoken answer to her question in both of our minds. I knew she was trying to help, but that didn't keep my anger from rising. 

"She had a noose prepared and hanged me until I lost consciousness. Then she left and Jerome took out his frustration on my ass. Ellen left me there for him… to play with. She tortured me and he fucked me."

"Rachel told me why he set you free. She thinks she should sacrifice her virginity to save you… for us to live happily ever after,” Jessica revealed, "but I wouldn't let her. We trust you. We will go with your plan… whatever it is. You're not going to do anything violent?" She squeezed my hand. 

"I just need to find the right time…" I said as I unlocked the car, "I just need to get some answers and I need to silence Ellen once and for all."

I opened my car door and climbed into the driver's seat. Jessica dutifully sat herself in the passenger seat by my side. "I should drive us home," I told her. "I need to keep you safe."

Jessica hardly spoke in the car on the way home. It was a fair drive back out of town, especially in Saturday night traffic, and whilst she made general conversation, she seemed to be conflicted. I asked her what was bothering her. Jessica replied that it was nothing really, and she was just tired. She stretched in the passenger seat beside me, and I couldn't help but stare at her shapely legs contained in her sheer black lace stockings. 

“I’m not in league with Jerome,” I reassured her.

Jessica turned to me and said, simply, "I know. Because I know you would never do anything intentionally to hurt me or my family. I understand you now. It reminds me why I fell in love with you. You're so passionate."

"Then what is it? Have I done something?"

"No, I was thinking about what you did with Rachel… to make us equals," she laughed, "I think making love, naked in the rain, in the middle of a thunderstorm is just so romantic. How could I top that! Anyway… I was just, well, wondering."

"Wondering what?"

Jessica furrowed her brow, thinking. She seemed to make a decision. She turned to me and stared playfully with her green eyes, a smile starting to curl in the corner of her mouth. "...About getting even. Have you ever been given a blowjob while driving?" I nearly lost control of the car. I corrected, slowed his speed (not to mention my heart rate) and glanced over at the little redhead in my passenger seat.

"No." I replied. And then, more boldly, "Why? Are you offering?"

Jessica licked her lips, deliberately and devilishly running her pink tongue across her mouth. I could see her newly moistened lips glisten in the night light. She unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned across to me, sucking my earlobe into her mouth and nibbling on it. She whispered, "I'm game. It'll be our little secret, don’t tell Rachel that I want to be one up on her."

Jessica placed a hand on my crotch, and squeezed the forming bulge in my pants. I moaned as we joined a queue of heavy traffic. Jessica then undid the top two buttons of her blouse. Reveling her cleavage… and her bare breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She pushed her hand further into her top and cupped her small tit in her hand. Her two fingers clamped her already hard nipple and jiggled the rest of her perky breast. She watched my eyes, watched my lips part as I licked them so carefully. "Go ahead…" Jessica invited as she held it all up to me. 

As I reached to hold it, she leaned forward to give me better access. Once it was in my hand, she cupped my hand from below and raised it to my mouth for me. With a deep breath and deeper exhale that I tried to hold back but felt her nipple pushed through my lips, I opened my mouth further and took in half of her. A firm sucking with a swirling of my tongue on the hard pink nipple made her push her chest out to me for more. It filled me. My cock was hard and tenting in my pants once more. Her hand made its way to my lap where she could feel the outline of the fat ridge as it pressed to the inside of my pant leg. I pulled away from her breasts and put my attention full back onto the road. I could smell the scent of her hair, and without thinking, almost without realising it, my hand wandered down to her thigh. I gave her a gentle but firm squeeze and, turning to meet my eyes, she stopped and reaching with both hands to take hold of my hair, she offered her sweet delicious lips for me to taste.

She slowly began to unbuckle my belt, and unzip my fly.

"You can't be serious?" I exclaimed, "This is a well lit area. I'm driving, people will see."

As she reached into my pants and past my boxers with one hand, fishing for my cock, she looked up at me, deep into my eyes, and said, "Let them look."

Jessica's small, pale hand closed around my shaft and she began to gently stroke me, making sure I was complicit in her plans before taking the next step. With the car stopped I tried to distract her with a passionate kiss. Softly her right hand began to, gently but firmly, caress my erection; it jolted me a little at first but she had a way to work me up into wild excitement making it impossible for me to resist her every whim. And how could I resist, even if I wanted to? There was a flash in her emerald green eyes that told me she wanted to fill me with pleasure, and as much as I wondered why I could not explain what I had done to deserve her... She was such an amazing woman, a mixture of innocence and mischief, so soft and gentle and yet so full of strength. Her wonderfully petite body was at the same time tender and full of passion, to be near her was the most beautiful and wonderful adventure I had experienced. When we kissed, the whole world disappeared; she made me forget everything else... there was only 'us'. The way her body responded to even the faintest touch of my fingers and the way she trembled in my arms, made our every moment together magical. Losing myself in the indescribable depth of her eyes and the melody of her laughter I wished that my every moment with her could last forever. I needed to find a way to love her… and her sister… because I was already head over heels in love with both of them.

Suddenly I was brought out of the ecstasy her spell had cast upon me when with her free hand she began to undo my zipper and reaching in she exposed my throbbing member. I gasped a bit, wanted to resist her, what if someone saw us? But her eyes looked into mine with this spark of mischief and desire, of lust and innocence and, before I knew it, I was disarmed by her charm and closing my eyes, succumbing to the enchantment of her beauty. She knelt in front of me taking my dick in her hands as my hands found her beautiful hair, red long and wavy. As I pulled her up to kiss her and try to talk some sense into her, she quickly unbuttoned her jeans and opened them, the luscious shape mound softly peaking through her pink panties; I could not believe what was happening, was this the same girl who, less than a year ago, had blushed and turned away shyly when I told her she had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen? I wasn't sure what had happened to the innocent teen that wouldn't hold my hand, but certainly it could not be the same as this daring woman sitting here, with her raw beauty in full display. Upon seeing the pleasure in my face, she removed my hard dick from my pants, and began to stroke me quickly, getting me to complete hardness with little effort. As I was about to protest the traffic eased and suddenly we were driving along again, making slow but steady progress towards our houses.

"Oh, it’s been so long since I've seen your cock. I've missed it. I loved the way this dick of yours felt inside me. Inside my mouth, deep in my ass. You better deal with Ellen soon because I can’t stay a virgin forever."

She opened her mouth, and lowered her head to my lap. The bright lights shone in through the windows, illuminating her in an orange glow as I felt her warm breath on my member. I struggled to keep my eyes on the road as I felt her wet tongue tickle the head of my rock hard tool, slipping and sliding as she beat me off.

"Ready, Jeff?" she asked. I grunted something sounding like a yes, and moaned loudly as I felt my entire length slide past her lips and relished the feeling of being totally engulfed in her talented mouth. 

Jessica was a conscientious and giving woman, perfect in every way, making her the most caring and tentative lover any man could ask for. She was also a great cock-sucker, and enjoyed it because of the feeling of power it gave her, while she gave pleasure to someone else. The redhead began to bob up and down on my cock now. She wasn't one to mess around. She quickened her pace and used one hand to stroke my cock, the other to massage my balls, and all the while she swirled her tongue around the head of my prick, slurping and sucking just like she used to. As I continued to drive, I was aware that I was about to pull up at a red light. I slowed, and began to look around outside at the other vehicles on the road. Jessica felt the car slowing and simply sucked me harder, wanting to make me blow my load at the traffic lights, giving the other onlookers a real show. I looked to my right, and sure enough, a carload of young men out for a night of mischief were pulled up alongside. It didn't take them long to notice, and they began to nudge each other and gawp with open mouths at her bouncing mane of red hair as Jessica expertly performed her oral stimulation. The lights changed and their car sped off, and I put my car in gear, continuing to drive as my lover pleasured me with skill. I couldn't take it anymore, and pulled into a parking space out the front of our homes. I turned off the ignition, moved the seat back, and reclined, letting Jessica do her worst.

Her mouth felt hot and slick, and I couldn't keep from pushing in further until the hot, throbbing head of my cock nudged into the back of her throat. She gagged, her tonsils spasming rather pleasantly around my dick, and then tried to pull her head back. I held her halfway on me, keeping my cock in her face but allowing her to breathe. "Anyone might see us!" I reminded her half-heartedly and when she had caught her breath I reached down with my free hand, holding her beneath the chin as I used my other hand to steer her mouth up and down on my cock just in case we needed to disengage in a hurry. She had her eyes squeezed tight. I watched as my thick cock slid in and out of her mouth. My hand travelled up her thigh towards her open jeans, darting inside and cupping her hot sex as she blew me. I felt for the waistband of her panties and slipped my fingers inside. The light pink nylon fell off her hip but still clung to her little mound. She instinctively squeezed her thighs together, but after a brief struggle I managed to force his hand between them. I knew that I had found my prize when Jessica stiffened up abruptly and made a little grunting noise. I wriggled my hand around between her thighs and Jessica winced in pleasure, then let out a little moan. With my fingers still inside her, I cupped her mound in my hand, pressed my palm against her clit and started rocking my hand slowly back and forth.

"Oh… I like that…" Jessica gasped between mouthfuls of my cock, "My little pussy is soaking wet." 

I bent my head back down and again started to lick and suck her half exposed tits as Jess gripped my cock and fed my erection down her throat. Jessica was alternately opening her legs and clenching them together, sometimes thrusting her hips forward and sometimes pulling them back. She started to make little moaning, whining noises around my cock. I pulled her face further down on my cock until her moans were cut off and she choked slightly so I withdrew and then shoved my cock in again. Now she was drooling from her chin onto her own chest and belly, while she moved her hips rhythmically with my persistent fingering.

"Oh my god," I moaned. "This is amazing..."

Jessica didn't answer. Her eyes were half-lidded, her mouth parted. My hand cupped her mound under her panties and she bucked slightly, her hips pushing up in silent encouragement. I slipped two fingers slid between her folds, already slick and inviting and groaned softly at the wetness, the way she clenched around nothing, aching for contact. I stroked up along her slit, circling her clit in gentle passes before easing one finger inside. Jessica's thighs shifted wider, her breath catching. Then two fingers, curling slightly with each thrust and the pressure against the top of her folds increased and she clenched hard around them. My hand sped up, the sounds of my movement a little loud in the silent cabin. I watched her face as I fingered her, saw the flush spread down her chest, the way her toes curled. I added subtle pressure with my palm against her clit, then leaned across to kiss her again--neck, chest, lips, back and forth--keeping her floating right at the edge.

The little redhead’s breathing grew ragged, hips rocking against my hand as she sucked mindlessly. "Jeff..." she gasped, voice high and close.

I kissed her super-sensitive breast again, then sucked softly at her nipple just as I angled my fingers a bit deeper. That did it. Jessica's back arched, her hands clutched at my legs, and she cried out softly, thighs trembling around my wrist. Her orgasm rippled through her in slow, delicious waves--drawn out by my steady pressure and the way I never stopped moving. I eased off only when she exhaled all at once and collapsed back, her body limp and flushed, a sheen of sweat on her chest.

"Okay," she said, barely audible, a dazed smile on her lips. "That was rude. I was trying to make you cum first."

I kissed her pouting lips, grinning, "Then I guess I won.”

“No, I’m just warming up…" Jessica whispered as she went down on me again. I gave a desperate sounding moan as my cock disappeared into her throat and as I did she started to writhe as I gave her clit quick little slaps, prolonging her convulsions in the afterglow of her orgasm. Jessica pulled her plump lips from my cock just briefly enough to say, "Hold on tightly to something!" She then dropped her head back in my lap and began to jerk me off with a flurry of strokes, using her hands, fingers, lips, tongue and throat.

I couldn't take it. She was stunningly gorgeous, incredibly talented, and had my sensitive cock deep in her mouth, wanting to taste my hot load. Not wanting to disappoint, I closed my eyes, and let the inevitable approach. I felt my orgasm build. Like fire raging through my body, I warned her I was close. Jessica only sucked harder. I felt my toes curl upwards as I placed a hand on her head and held her in place. She moaned her approval. My breathing became ragged and forced as I neared climax. She slurped, licked, sucked me toward the finish line. I lost control, and did what I was always destined to do for this woman. I couldn't hold back anymore. My balls pulled tight against my body and I flooded her mouth, my cock twitching with every spurt of cum I pumped into her. Jessica gurgled on my cum as I shot load after load into her mouth, squirting my thick seed down her throat. Jessica made sure she took it all, milking my cock dry, and kept a tight seal around my head as she drank my cum. When I was finished, and floating along nicely, she pulled away from my cock, and opened her mouth, to show me my own handiwork. The white spunk in her mouth covered her tongue, and she rolled it around her mouth, relishing the texture, before closing her lips and swallowing the lot with an audible gulp. She returned to her seat, smiling and happy with herself, and I just sat there, bewildered and with my pants around my knees, my softening cock bouncing in the light.

“Fucking Hell, Jessica!” 

I took a minute or two to recover and sat beside her, arms wrapping around her sweat-slick skin. My hand found her breast and idly stroked her nipple.

Jessica buried her face into the crook of his neck. "That," she murmured, "makes things even."

I smiled against her hair, whispering, "Until Rachel finds out… you tell her everything!"

She smiled her megawatt smile and began adjusting her clothing as I did the same. We didn't speak after that--just shifted closer in the warm car, limbs tangled, bodies spent. I was enjoying this, I was enjoying her… but enjoyment didn't seem right. As he watched her I considered that, even with the differences between the three females from next-door, that maybe Jessica was just the one I wanted. Then I felt the sadness envelop me; If I realised that dream, I would need to give up Rachel and Sophie. And Ellen.

As if she read my thoughts Jessica squeezed my hand. "I love you and I trust you. But no-one is sacrificing themselves to rid Ellen and Jerome from our lives. Please be careful. Let me know if there's anything I can do to help."

“You don’t need to be involved.” I said, but of course she already was.

“Jerome is as bad as she is. They are welcome to each other. I know it's wrong but I want to… want to…” I could see her becoming angry, tears forming in her eyes. It was my turn to reassure her.

“I know how to stop Ellen, and I will, but Jerome…”

“Jerome? Leave Jerome to Rachel and me. We will talk to Mom. She sorted it all out last time before we moved house,” she said with purpose, “Please… please don’t choose the wrong sister? Please find a way for us to be together?”

“I love you, Jessica. I know what to do,” I lowered my face to hers as Joseph and Sophie appeared at the bottom of the driveway with my parents and in full view of everyone I kissed my one true love. 

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I spent the rest of the week in virtual isolation, starting University early and leaving late every day. Otherwise I stayed in the house. The humiliation of having Jerome and Ellen, planning their lives together with me as some sort of sperm donor was excruciating, and the fact that there was nothing I could do about it was almost unbearable. But then again, there was still my plan. But how was I supposed to execute it now? I'll admit that I entertained fantasies about assaults with a baseball bat or brass knuckles; other times I daydreamed about hired killers and car bombs. But then I'd come back to the real world. Did I really want to ruin my own life just to get back at the twisted couple: A black rapist and an ex-girlfriend who couldn't keep her legs together? Surprisingly I heard very little from Sophie. When I asked Rachel she told me the awful truth; her parents were busy trying to build bridges between them and their wayward daughter. It made sense. Ellen was pregnant. They wanted another baby themselves. A grandchild might just heal the rift that had catastophically destroyed their relationship with each other. But it meant I couldn’t be a part of it… be a part of them… their family. It felt like I had lost something so very precious. But, I couldn’t deny that having them play an active part in my son or daughter’s life was going to be a good thing. Especially as I knew I wouldn’t be in his or her life. I couldn’t be. And it killed me. 

I was sitting in the front room when the doorbell chimed. My Mom answered the door and Sophie was standing there, listening to my Mom’s greetings but her eyes were immediately fixed on me. Mom looked at Dad, who nodded, and he immediately grabbed his coat and shoes.

“We’re going for a walk, Jeff.”

I watched Sophie mouth ‘thank you’ as they passed her and headed out towards the street. Sophie stepped inside and closed the door.

"What’s going on?" I said.

"We're trying to make peace with Eleanor… we're trying to make things better… for our grandchild..." Sophie said, stumbling through her confession while awkwardly trying to hold my hand.

"My child. She stole even that from me. Now she’s taking you." I felt the old coldness take me. I didn't get mad like other people, but I could be cruel.

"That’s not what’s happening, Jeff–" Sophie started. I didn't let her finish.

"That’s what it looks like! You know what she did to me! I wish you never moved in next-door," I said, "In fact, I'm a little insulted that you're here. I'd have thought that you had decency to talk to me first. I can’t believe you're siding with her. Ganging up on me."

"We're not ganging up on you!" she said, almost desperately, "Yes, we want what’s best for your baby. We didn't plan this. It just kind of happened. I’ve been a terrible mother… but I’m going to be a good grandmother… for your sake!"

"I'm pretty sure you didn't plan it, Sophie. Can't really say the same about Ellen. She has YOU wrapped around her finger. Not me. Not anymore. You’re welcome to her!"

"I resent that, Jeff."

"Resent it if you want, Sophie. That doesn't mean it isn't true."

Sophie cleared her throat. "Look," she said with pleading eyes, "that's why I’m here. I'm stuck in the middle. You have every reason to hate my daughter and her boyfriend but I need to be the link between you. I don't really have a choice! If this could be any other way… I'd take it. You saved me. You saved my marriage. You protected both Rachel and Jessica. I owe you… I hope you understand… by doing this… I'm trying to spare you. I love you but I want you to be with Jessica and have you both live happy lives unblighted by Eleanor. And I hope, by giving her a child of her own, you might save Eleanor too.”

“I tried to save her…”

“I know,” Sophie paused as tears sprang from her eyes, “Now it’s my turn. Joseph and I… we… we need to try. I'm sorry about what happened. This isn't me trying to hurt you… it's me trying… trying to make things right. If we can't, the–”

“Why are you here, Sophie?” I interrupted.

“Joseph and I have been making Eleanor's payments on your apartment. Eleanor is listed as a co-owner,” Sophie explained with a stony face, “Your name is on the lease but Jerome has been able to put her name on the deeds…” 

“What? Seriously? I won't simply give them my home,” I replied between clenched teeth. Straightening, I looked at Sophie. Her eyes were wet and I knew that Ellen had asked her to do her dirty work. She wanted me to turn over the apartment to her. She expected me to comply. The price I would need to pay.

“She wants to sell it and buy our old house. She feels connected to it. It was her grandmother’s house. She wants to make a nest there, raise your baby with Jerome and she has promised that she won't make any other demands of you… We just need you to sign the paperwork.” Sophie added, "She's having your baby, Jeff. I saw the pictures she sent us of you. The photos are, at best, inconclusive. This way everyone gets a blank slate… and I promise you, Joseph and I will do anything to support you and Jessica in return. Anything. It's all up to you, Jeff… just tell me what you want me to do."

The sad thing was that she really believed that Ellen would agree to never interfere again. I could believe that she would do anything she could to earn my forgiveness after this. I could believe these things, but whatever trust I had in her was dead. I felt that the only person in the whole world that I knew I could trust had left me. I felt alone.

"What you can do," I said, calmly, looking her in the eyes, "is get out of my house. I'll give your fucking manipulative daughter and her rapist boyfriend my appartment. Then I want you all back off! Tell her to forget my name, my number, and that we were ever a couple. In fact, tell her not to even think of me. It makes me nauseous to think that she is having my baby. How easily you all took advantage of my trust. It must be hilarious to them both that they could get away with almost killing me and they still walk away with the deeds to my apartment. I can't even imagine how stupid you must think I am. So, please just get out and stop pretending you're here for anything but your stained conscience. You never fucking loved me, you just loved how I paid attention to you. Now you have a grandchild on the way you can focus your attention on instead of me. I hope Ellen bears you the son you always wanted!"

Sophie turned completely pale and looked like I'd hit her. That probably would have been kinder. I was the aggrieved party here but every word I had said was chosen with the intent of causing maximum harm. I wasn't proud of myself but I was hurting. She opened her mouth again. I didn't let her speak.

"Get out. I'll sign the papers and I'll give them to her when I see her," I said, “Just leave me alone but know this; The next time I see Ellen, I'm going to destroy her.”

Sophie stood up, and walked quickly to the door to disguise the tears flowing from her eyes. She turned to say goodbye but I ignored her, leaving her to see herself out. She left, and she closed the door so gently I could barely hear the click which signaled the end of our taboo relationship. Yeah, so, maybe I was kind of a dick, but it felt like the right thing to do at the time. It didn't make me happier, but it did fill me with a cold satisfaction. Later I wondered where this kind of thought came from, and I had to assume it was from my father. The only other thing I could think of was that I was going to finally have my revenge and the apartment that I associated with pain and abuse was a price I was gladly going to pay.

________

The twins weren't happy their Mom returned home in tears but when I told her why, they quickly chose sides. They hated Jerome and they detested their big sister, that they had the audacity to enlist their mother in extorting my apartment from me appalled them. By the following Friday I decided it was time to come out of my cocoon. There was no point in waiting. I needed to put my plan into action and if Ellen was going to be in more regular attendance next door, I would get the opportunity to end it all… and as if as an answer to my prayers, Jessica appeared at the kitchen door, tapping on the window before opening the door. The sight of her walking towards me through the kitchen filled me with hope and reason. Jessica’s long red hair was held precariously in a disordered, yet flawless bun that left a few strands dangling in front of her lightly freckled face, behind which sat a pair of seductive green eyes. The look was completed by a button-down flannel shirt and a pair of comfy-looking sweatpants - the outfit did not accentuate the elegant beauty of her body by any means, and yet it presented her in an impossibly appealing way that only I could understand, knowing that beneath lay a masterpiece made of flesh.

She gave him an adorably tender smile, a sign of her own contentment and we both simply reached out for each other and held our hands, standing a footstep apart. We spent the next few moments in the sort of comfortable silence that can only ever be shared by those who have the most intimate of connections. We would rather forget about the lives we led during the day, and instead took advantage of each other's welcome company. I leaned forward and kissed her. A light peck placed delicately upon her cheek, a playful and simple demonstration of affection; we both knew that something inside us longed to be satisfied, something that begged us to be joined together in every possible way. Placing one finger on her soft, plush cheek, I gently made her face me, staring longingly into her eyes before placing my hand behind her head and bringing us together. I took her in - the smell of fabric softener and moisturizer, the delicate touch of her soft mouth against mine, the sound of her breathing in my own scent, which was sure to be of coffee and shampoo. With my kiss I told her just how much I wanted her, and she conveyed a similar message when she let her hands wander across my frame. I was not obviously muscular by any means, but my body had a rigid firmness that I longed to loosen up… with her. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she pulled me in for another deep kiss before letting go. If we continued we would succumb to our primal desires, right there, in the kitchen.

"Hello there,” I panted, with a grin plastered upon my face. Being her was my destiny. Loving her was my only reason to live now. She would be my motivation for what I needed to do next… when the opportunity arose. Not today though. Today I needed to be with her. Spending what little time I had left with her. “Do you want to head to the café?" I suggested, trying to sound upbeat and positive.

"I'm so glad you’re okay," she said quickly. "You've been quiet! Are you ready…? Is it time…? What do you need me to do? Rachel and I are pretty much at the end of our tethers!"

"Just be with me, Jessica," I replied. "It’s been a rough week for both of us."

“Mom and Dad have been talking with Ellen. I can’t stand it. It’s like they are willing to forgive and forget! I won’t. I never will. I don’t care that she’s pregnant. I don’t even care that the baby is yours. I just want her gone but she has this way of somehow always getting everyone on her side. She always has to be in control… of everything. Ellen has told everyone everything! I don’t think there’s a single person in the city that doesn’t know she’s having your baby and that her boyfriend is somehow involved.”

"You'd think people would find something better to discuss," I said sharply.

"People are jumping to all the wrong conclusions," Jessica huffed, "Jerome and Ellen are happy to guide them to their own version of ‘the truth’. They've been socialising in public together, partying, and she has even brought Joseph home to make peace with my parents. Mum and Dad are gushing over the pregnant bitch. They seem to want to welcome Jerome back into our lives! Jerome is all but openly bragging about how the better man won, and Ellen hangs on him like an infatuated school girl." I could hear the anger in her voice. "It's just sickening. I want to kill her and her unborn baby. Does that make me sicker than she is?" she said. Her loyalty made me feel a little better.

"What does Rachel think? What about your friends and family? What are they saying?" I asked.

"I guess it's what you'd expect, they are all being misled. Rachel though is livid! She hates Jerome and Ellen just as much as you do. We try to avoid those psychotic lovebirds as much as possible. Jerome has connections. His posse are all lauding his prowess, if you know what I mean. But for the majority of people it's just a sad, awkward situation, and they try to stay out of it as much as they can."

"Be that as it may, I'm not going to spend the rest of my life in hiding," I told Jessica. "I am not scared of Ellen’s repercussions anymore. I mean, how could things get worse?" I told her.

"I'm glad," she told me fervently, "You can count on me… Please, will you come over to the house and give Rachel and I an excuse to escape? We need to get out of there – it’s why I’m here… Take me on a date, yes, let’s go to the café. Rachel will be more than happy to tag along," she sounded almost desperate but her eyes were betraying something more, something burning deeper inside her. Something she was trying to hide from me.

“Ellen and Joseph are there, aren’t they?”

“Yes… It’s just me, Rachel, Mum and Dad… and them.”

“Go ahead of me. Tell Rachel I'll be over in a few minutes.” I said, girding myself, “I have something your Mom wants me to give to the happy couple.”

Jessica’s brow furrowed and her face became serious. “No. I don’t want you to get hurt. Don’t come. Just go to the café … we’ll meet you there.”

“I’m sorry Jessica… maybe another day. It’s time. After this… there will be no more pain.”

Her bottom lip began to quiver and I slowly pulled her into my embrace as she reached around me and hugged me as I hugged me. The tears were now flowing from both of us, we held each other like this, knowing something terribly important was about to change our lives. A minute later I released her and I asked, "Why are we crying?"

Jessica wiped the tears from her face and said, "I have no idea, but I will never give up on you. I will never let you down. I will never turn you away. I will be everything to you that my family has forgotten. I promise you, Jeff. I am yours, for the rest of my life." Then she left, there was no joy in her step as she headed across the garden to the fence that separated our two homes. This was it. Today was the day.

________

Less than ten minutes later, as I walked up to the front of the house next door I could feel the eyes of my neighbours on me. I could understand their curiosity but I still hated the feeling. When he saw me, Joseph came rushing up to me. "I'm so sorry… I don't know what to say… we are trying to appease Ellen. I need to find a way to make this work… For all of us. I hope you understand."

I looked at Joseph and he had a pleading look in his eyes. “What’s going on?”

He stepped aside and Jerome appeared at the door, beaming. “You’re finally here!” he said, wrapping his big arms around me and dragged me inside, “Ellen and I have made an announcement.”

I was taken through to the living room and there, on the sofa were the twins, with identical shell shocked expressions on their faces. Their mother stood behind them, trying to smile but I could see anger burning behind her sparkling blue eyes. She was hurting, knowing she was about to betray me. I break away from Jerome to stand opposite him, protectively in front of Rachel and Jessica. Whatever they were planning was going to be directed at me and only me.

“Hey Daddy,” called Ellen standing to one side. Jerome let me and stood, like the lap dog he was, by his lover's side. “Jerome asked me to marry him… and I said yes.”

“I like you to be my best man,” Jerome said, grabbing my hand, “I won’t take no for an answer! Now I know you two have a lot of things to iron out since… you got my fiance pregnant… so I’ll head out. I’ve arranged to celebrate with the boys. Thanks again, bestie!” He stared at me and mouthed ‘thank you’ again and shook my hand. This was our deal… like I had a choice… and left me with the same expression on my face as the redheaded sisters.

When the front door closed behind him I spoke, “You're going to marry him, Ellen? That rapist! What the actual FUCK! I don't want anything to do with either of you!”

“Awww don’t be like that, you and I are going to be parents and we all need to get along, don’t we Dad?”

“She’s having your baby…” Joseph said calmly, “she’s going to marry Jerome… we need to work something out, with both of you. Together?”

“Like you said when you were in bed with me, it’s not like you have any choice… remember?” she said, raising an eyebrow as if to challenge me.

“Don’t do this Eleanor,” Sophie interjects, trying to steer Ellen away from the confrontation she clearly desires, “He’s going to do the right thing. He’s going to give you what you want. There is no need for this. Come, let’s get something to drink.”

Ellen’s eyes flash and she smiles her wicked smile. Turning to her siblings she continues, “Oh, didn’t he tell you he was still having sex with me?”

“You fucking tortured me, Ellen!”

“My ex-boyfriend here, and father of my baby, likes it rough!” She still spoke to her sisters, “Don't believe me? I have pictures to show you,” she said and flung her phone between them on the sofa. They scrambled for the device and started scrolling through the images with sad, pained looks in their wide green eyes. This was it. This was her revenge. To turn Rachel and Jessica against me. Finally using her trump card.

Then Jessica looked up. Calmly and quietly she addressed her big sister directly, “No, he’s right, this looks like torture to me.” She called it for what it was. She knew I wasn’t cheating.

“He doesn’t even look conscious, Ellen. Have you got anything more concrete?” said Rachel. I wanted to run to them and kiss them both.

“Keep scrolling back…” Eleanor growled angrily. “To the night we conceived…” she smiled her crooked smile, “He raped his baby into me.” 

The three women watched the video. It wasn’t pleasant viewing. I had only watched it once. I was indeed fucking Ellen’s brains out. Clearly angry. Brutally taking out my own pain and humiliation of having just being raped by Jerome… on her. Sophie looked up at me in disappointment but the twins, they were defiant.

“We knew he loved you, you said yourself on so many occasions that there was nothing he wouldn’t do for you. And you just told us he likes rough sex… but this is clear, you enjoy hardcore sex too,” said Rachel. 

“You always did,” Jessica agreed, “You told us you wanted to have his baby. You got what you wanted… and now you have Jerome too. I’m happy for you because now there is no reason why I can’t be with him.”

Jessica looked smug. Sophie looked calculating. Ellen looked furious, caught on the backfoot, she was going to go over the edge.

“No way, little sister, he won't have time for you. He is moving in with us to look after his baby,” Ellen spat, “besides… I didn’t want to say it… I wanted to save you from the heartbreak… you see, your pathetic boyfriend here… is gay.”

“What?” exclaimed Sophie with a laugh.

“Yes, he’s homosexual. He fantasised about sex with my boyfriend, he watched us. I could see he was in love with Jerome! That’s why he keeps coming back to me, not to be with me but to be with him! To be with another man. A better man. My man. Jerome is bisexual and I willingly consented to my ex-boyfriend here and my fiance becoming gay lovers. It was a beautiful thing to behold.” Her family looked at me, then her, in disbelief. “Don’t believe me?” she challenged, “Then keep scrolling back through the photos and videos.”

They did and soon enough, there, on the screen was Jerome, standing behind me as I lay face up on the edge of Ellen's bed. Jessica pressed play:

–"OH YEAH!" The naked black skinned man shouted as he penetrated me, taking me up the ass, taking me in a taboo act of degradation. I was squealing like a pig with the pain, and Ellen looked like she was loving it. 

Rachel went pale. Jessica's eyes widened. Sophie looked sad, fighting to do something… to say something. But Joseph turned away to stare at his eldest daughter. He looked the most shocked and I felt sorry for him. 

–"Don't fight it! Feel him inside you. Feel his heat!" Ellen exclaimed through the phone. Holding a few moments, Jerome slowly slid back out, all the way, then pressed his tip in again and filled me faster. We saw me close my eyes and grip the sheet in my fists as I moaned loudly in anguish.

–"Fuck yes, this is exactly what I wanted!" Ellen shouted as her black lover sped up his motions. I writhed below him as he grunted with each thrust. Even on the small screen, everyone could see my tears of shame. 

–“Stop now!” I gasped, grimacing at the onslaught. My black rapist laughed at my tears, my pain and my now frequent moans, and fucked me harder. 

“He's not consenting, Ellen.” Joseph said, his voice dripping with pain.

–"Harder!" Ellen demanded. The bed shook wildly as I thrashed trying to escape and my moans and his grunts grew louder. Jerome was clearly framed on the screen, on top of me, trapping me, humping my ass fiercely. Our skin could be heard rhythmically slapping together as he drove in deep and I was powerless with the weight of his body upon me.

–"Ohhhhh yeah, ohhhhh this looks incredible," Ellen called out. Jerome grunted even louder, sat back up, and began thrusting into my ass in short jerky movements. I was grimacing now, trying to take it all for my blonde girlfriend, wishing it was over. His breathing was ragged, and everyone heard me say, "Please don’t cum inside me," under my breath. He moved his hands to my hips and grasped them firmly and thrust hard and deep into my guts. I gasped, and then moaned loudly as he began pounding me hard and fast again. Trying to hold in my rage.

“This is brutal!” Jessica gasped.

“This is supposed to convince us he's gay?” Added Rachel, looking up at Ellen who started to look concerned.

–"Ugggh, oh God, baby, your fucking ass is so tight, ugggh, I'm gonna cum right up in your asshole, you like that? You want that, Ellen? Ugggggh..." Jerome grunted and moaned unintelligibly, as my body bounced beneath him on the bed like a rag doll, reduced to a taken animal. To my shame, I watched my cock harden and rise between us. Jerome sat back on his knees, pulling me with him so my ass remained connected to his cock, so he could see my erection from above his plunging black shaft. His black skin contrasted with mine. My cock reached its full size, pointing away from my body at ninety degrees. Ellen was massaging my shoulders, chest and arms. She was shouting encouragement and leaned over to kiss me.

–"Fuck you look so sexy when you are getting fucked by another man. I need that cock in me!" Almost immediately Ellen leapt on top of me facing Jerome. She lowered herself onto my throbbing cock, both of us exhaling loudly as she impaled herself onto me. She started riding me, slowly but soon she was bouncing on my prick like a wanton woman. Her moans increased in tempo and volume as Jerome's thrusting grew more intense. It was obvious that he was closing in on his orgasm.

–“This… is… so… fucking… HOT!” Jerome hissed between thrusts, “I’m going to cum!” We all watched the screen as Ellen and Jerome kissed while they both fucked me and then the inevitable happened. He tensed and came hard, unloading his sperm inside me, thrusting his cock right up into the center of me, leaving me hollowed out, with slimy cum dripping out of my abused asshole.

“I feel sick,” mumbled Joseph.

“See? Your gay so-called boyfriend likes cock. Hell, I even had to buy a strap-on to keep him happy.” Ellen addressed her sisters, then turning to me she added, “we broke it in earlier this week, didn't we?”

The twins looked at me, tears streaming down their freckled cheeks and I suddenly felt very afraid. Was I going to lose them?

“Ellen!” Sophie shouted, “End this charade now. I was there! You know I was there! I met you outside the flat. Yes you gave him to Jerome but he wasn't happy when you chose to continue to have sex while he had to sit out. He left and you chased after him. Remember?”

“So? That doesn't mean he's not a closet homosexual, you all saw how hard he got with Jerome’s cock inside him," she sneered.

“I went into the flat… what I found was your shaking, traumatised, neglected boyfriend. It was obvious he had been raped. He's not consenting in that video Ellen! All we heard was him screaming ‘No’… his screams and your cheers for Jerome to go harder. You're complicit in this crime. You even recorded it!”

“I knew you would side with him, Mommy!” Elenor hissed, “I don't care what you think any more Mum. You’re probably in love with him too. He has brainwashed you all! It doesn't matter because I am going to the police. I have footage of HIM raping ME! You can all visit him in prison and he will never see his baby. There, happy now?” She directed her words at me, “I gave you a choice. Marry me or face this! You chose this. You chose them. You could have had it so good with Jerome and me, but now you're going to have to pay an even higher price. I’m pressing charges. It doesn't matter if they've all sided with you. The video of you fucking your baby into me will convince a jury and you’ll be hard pressed to molest my sisters from behind bars.”    

I looked at her and very calmly, took a deep breath. Then I began to speak, “When you told me that you loved me, I jumped at the chance to be with you. I would have agreed to anything that you wanted because you were beautiful. You were my best friend, Ellen. I had fallen helplessly in love with you. I hoped we could be something special so obviously I wanted to find a way to salvage our relationship. I wanted to be yours… and I wanted you to be mine. I would have given you anything. I would have done anything… I even allowed Jerome into my life if it meant having you in my life too.”

“All I wanted was for you to put me firs-”

I interrupted the blue eyed blonde before she could continue. “I did that! I sacrificed myself to be with you, I threw away my self respect and dignity to avoid the pain of being alone, not knowing it was you who had manipulated things so I had no choice. You pushed Rachel and Jessica away from me. You twisted everything to your advantage and I just wanted to get back to where I was happy.”

“But you did choose me, that's my point-”

“Yes I chose you!” I interrupted, “In my misery I decided that if I couldn't have a loving relationship with you, I would accept the pretense of being in a loving relationship. I was convinced that if we were together, I would be able to get you to love me again, or you would see that you only needed me. We only needed each other. I told myself that I couldn't live without your love or friendship. But I was wrong. We moved in together and I knew that living with you would be hard at first because I knew that you were still in love with Jerome. I told myself that it would change over time and that at some point my hurt would fade to the point where we could deal with it. It wasn't perfect, but I hoped that, over time, I would be able to change your feelings for me. But, you only thought of yourself. I was expendable… a means to an end. But like a love struck fool, when you turned everyone against me, you made sure you were my only option. But going back to you was the biggest mistake of my life.”

“A mistake? You think this was a mistake?” She pointed to her tummy, scowling.

“You were the one who wanted a baby. I told you I wasn't ready to be a father. I wasn't stupid either; you wanted to trap me, tie me to you so I could never escape your grasp. And do you know what? Part of me wanted that. I would have done anything for you. So no, I don't think getting you pregnant was a mistake. I thought that having sex with both you and Jerome would make you happy and somehow make things right. But it just pushed you over the edge, you became twisted and evil, someone to fear. And in the end that’s what I needed. I needed to see the ugliness in you. With the help of your family here I realised I wasn’t in love with you, just the idea of being in love with you. You tried to break my will, but it just strengthened me.”

“You were a wimp!” Ellen announced, “Now look at you, I made you hard and strong! We made love because we were always destined to be in love. I love you, even now! Our love has blessed us with a baby… something that will link us together for an eternity. I'm your family now, not them!” She pointed in the direction of her Mom and the twins.

“You're right, I wanted us to be a family. Just us! I hoped that our intimacy might help me get over the pain of continually losing you to Jerome. But I was wrong. Yes we did have lots of sex. But no, we never once made love. To put it simply, you used me. I was a toy. A plaything to be brought out whenever you felt a need for physical release. Yes, you treated me politely and kindly and were considerate enough to bring me to orgasm as well, but you never once gave me any indication that you were beginning to love or respect me. I looked into your eyes to see if I could find any feeling for me there. But, your eyes were cold. There was no love or warmth for me. I was an object. A piece of meat bought for your pleasure. I meant nothing to you.”

“I need you to keep me warm,” Ellen said, her voice now soft and sad.

“It was when things didn't change that I began to despair and that despair turned into hopelessness. For a time, I became convinced that I deserved whatever you did to me. I totally lost any shred of self-respect that I may have had. I know that you saw the hell that I was going through and knew that you were taking pleasure in my suffering. Your Mom showed me compassion, your Dad showed me respect, your sisters showed me love. It was at that point that my attitude began to change. I started to climb out of the hole that I had dug for myself. I started to really examine what had happened to us and I became convinced that your actions were a conscious effort to punish me at every opportunity. Every time. Every day. Even now, isn't that the reason why you're here? The videos you took are evidence of this. The fact that you are trying to use them against me right now proves it.” 

I picked up her phone and threw it towards the couch she was standing next to. As it landed I added, “take your phone to the police. Show them everything.” As I spoke I manipulated my own phone, and sent a group message to the whole family, including Ellen. A second later everyone's phone pinged.

“I'll come with you, if you like? I've just sent you my own video. Please, have a good look at it. I recommend having the volume turned up.”

Jessica had reacted first, bringing the video I had sent to her screen. Sophie and Rachel quickly huddled around while Joseph went to stand by Eleanor as she too pressed play:

--“I'll scream and tell your parents you tried to rape me.” Ellen’s voice. The screen was dark, the camera lens covered.

--“They won't believe you,” my voice, much closer.

--“I'll call the police! You think they are going to believe you? I'm fully dressed. You're naked, stinking of sex! What's your alibi? Oh, you were secretly fucking my little sister next door. That's when I'll show them the video of you raping me and you'll be getting raped in prison tomorrow! Get me the phone! Now!” Demanded Ellen.

Suddenly the camera was uncovered. It was pointing at Ellen, who sat on my bed. I was fumbling around close by, naked. I reached through the cloth that had covered the lens, my trousers that I had folded over on the bedroom chair, then paused, as I set my phone upright. This was the night Ellen had broken into my room. I had my nude body between me and my phone so she couldn't see what I was doing in the dark. I fished around and located the secret phone in my other trouser pocket and turned back to Ellen, who was still staring at me with venom in her eyes.

--“Now hand it over.”

I could be clearly seen approaching the bed and I handed the secret phone to her. Immediately she began flicking through the texts I shared with Jessica.

--"Wow, I hope we can start messaging each other again… some of this stuff is making me wet! Look at how she twists things? Don't you see that you're just being used? Well, I'm sure you're not smart enough to remember the twin's numbers but I'm well aware that you can get them again. I'll take this and I'll be monitoring her phone too. If I see you've called her or text her, I'll find you and make you pay. If she calls you, it's in your best interest not to answer. You can take that as a threat, because it sure as hell is one. You cost me and my family so much, it's really hard not to just destroy you. Here and now…”

--“What do you want, Ellen?”

–“I want you. That's what I've always wanted. But I need you to see the truth first.”

–“What truth? It has been all lies from the very first moment we met.”

–“The truth that is staring you in the face - you and I are the same. We are supposed to be together.”

–“That's not happening.”

--“They've corrupted you, all of them. Working together to pull you away from me. But I'm not stupid! I can see through their games. Like today. As soon as they turned up I knew exactly what was happening. You're being played, manipulated, and for that reason… I forgive you.”

--“You forgive me?”

--“I forgive you because it's not your fault.” The bitterness left her eyes and her expression softened, “I look at these messages and I can see just how innocent you are. You're just a man and I get that. Who wouldn't want such a pretty young thing interested in them?”

--“Then leave, leave now and let me find out for myself. Let me discover my own truth.”

--“No,” she laughed, “and let them get more of their sharp claws into you? I'm not giving you up that easily. I need your warmth. I need your love…”

--“I don't love you, Ellen. Not any more. There is no way you're going to get what you want, tonight.”

--“Don't worry, I've come prepared,” she said with a crooked smile, “I have a plan.”

--“What's your plan Ellen? What's the endgame?”

--“Ultimately?” she asked, “That we go back to how we were. I want you to marry me. I want to have your babies. We live happily ever after…”

--“With Jerome? I bet he's not happy with that.”

--“Jerome is important to me, it is true. But these last few weeks have made me see that maybe I need to realign my priorities. Jerome is expendable. He's good to me… he's good for me. But, if I have to kick him to the curb to get what I want, then I will.”  

--“Ellen,” I sighed, “There was a time when that was all I ever wanted. For it to just be us… but then everything changed. You made sure that I would never have you, just you, everything was going to be on your terms. I couldn't accept that. I still don't.” I shivered.

--“Oh, you must be cold. Come to bed." Ellen suggested as she opened up my bed covers and invited me into my bed.

--“I'm fine right here.”

“YOU RECORDED ME!” Screamed Ellen in wild fury.

“I did. Do you remember what happened next?” Sophie and the twins continued to watch the video as Ellen and I stared at each other. Joseph looked aghast. I felt his pain. He was her father and although he always knew what she was capable of such controlling behaviour, this was probably the first time he had witnessed it first hand. In the background I could hear the video playing out for the rest of his family. He turned to Sophie, who looked at him pleadingly. He left Ellen's side and stood with his wife behind the sofa. 

--"I'll say this again,” came Ellen's voice from Jessica's phone, “my mother is an idiot, and a stupid bitch, she won't be able to keep us apart and my little sister's will never be good enough for you."

On the screen Ellen peeled off her oversized gray night-T-shirt and her boobs spilled out to fall down against her ribs and then bounce into each other. Then she climbed up the bed to the pillows.

--“We're not having sex, Ellen.”

Ellen’s family watched the blonde as she pushed me onto my back on the bed and straddled me with both of my legs trapped between hers. My cock rested between her thighs and pressed against the fabric of her jeans.

--"I'll show you something that I haven't done before." Ellen said as she put my erection between her tits, then dragged her hard nipples up abdomen, over my chest and towards my face, positioning a nipple at my lips.

--"Put it in your mouth." Ellen ordered.

 I continued to stare across the room as my very ex-girlfriend started to shake with rage.

--“No, I can't, I won’t. You can't force me,” I heard myself groan on Jessica's phone, knowing that I literally couldn't perform for her that night.

“Watch this part carefully,” I announced to my next door neighbours.

On the screen Ellen quickly reached over for her purse. I struggled under her but she quickly pushed the sharp prongs of a stun gun into my side. Fifty thousand volts surged through my body, and they watched my body stiffen with horror on their faces. I remembered: For those five seconds it was like my brain had been separated from my body, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't do anything.

“You lied to me…” Joseph states.

--“Don't try that again.” Ellen said as I slowly came back to my senses on the screen.

--“You have a taser!” I whined, huddled in a fetal position.

--“Of course I do. Last time we met you raped me! A girl needs to have something to defend herself against an aggressive, sexually motivated male like yourself. Don't worry it won't have done any lasting damage,” she said calmly, “now, where were we? Although it was fun watching you twitch.”

“You used a taser on him!” Rachel shrieked.

“He did everything you asked and you tasered him anyway! You sick bitch!” Jessica cried, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. 

“You said you didn't have one? Why did you do it, Ellen? Just for defying you? That was….controlling and sadistic behaviour,” Joseph added calmly.

His wife's expression matched her eldest daughter's: pure rage burned behind her eyes.

–"Do you think that was wrong?" Ellen asked in the video, as if she were addressing the audience.

“I needed to protect myself…” Ellen said, trying to justify her attack, and for the first time there was a hint of uncertainty in her voice. “He raped me! He had just spent the evening fucking Jessica! Defiling my baby sister! I needed to make sure he learned a lesson.”

“I'm still a virgin, you stupid cow!” Jessica seethed.  

“I wouldn't hurt him… not permanently,” Ellen continued, “I love him. I wasn't going to let you steal him from me!”

–"I mean, I love this. I want this. Just us.” Ellen's voice spoke from the phone, “I just don't want my family to look at us funny if they ever found out you were mine all along." Then she put my erection back between her boobs and gave me a tit job. We awkwardly watched as she brought me to orgasm between her breasts, spunking up her neck and all over her jiggling boobs.

–"No one needs to find out." I said. I could be seen patting her blonde hair, trying to portray myself as her loving boyfriend, “I'm not telling anyone. But this is it. It has to end now.” 

–"I love sucking your cock. I love how crazy you are for my tits. This doesn't end here, silly!” Eleanor laughed, “Not by a long shot. I'm just getting started and you know me, I always get what I want. I just never thought I'd go this far."

–"You forced me with a stun gun," I told her. "Call it whatever you want, but it's still a crime. I am definitely not going to forget… the lengths you’ve gone to… The depths you’ve sunk to.” On the small screen Ellen just nodded and smiled, then she started fidgeting on the bed, clasping her stun gun in her hand. She pushed herself up on her elbows and stumbled across me. She looked down at her sticky boobs, grabbed my shirt that didn't make it to the laundry basket and used it to clean my thick white cream from her chest. She unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down, with her panties, in one tug, until they were below her knees. She reached into the rivulet of my sperm, now meandering down her tummy from her cleavage and scooped it up onto her fingers. Then she shocked everyone in the room…

She reached down to her pouting pussy lips and jammed her cum covered fingers deep into her vagina.

–"Mmmmm, Baby! That was the freakies fuck we've ever had." Ellen breathed approvingly as she scooped more of my creamy load and shoved it between her pouting labia, “And now I have at least some of your sperm inside me.”

–“What the fuck, Ellen!”

–“This is just my safety net. My insurance policy.” She said as she stepped out of her jeans. For the first time in a long time she was naked in my room. 

–“There is no way I am capable of having sex now, Eleanor!” I growled, “Leave. You got what you came for, now leave!”

–“Oh, you worry so much! This,” she indicated to her messy pussy, “is if I need to prove you raped me. Your DNA in my vagina. Will they believe I put it there or that you fucked it there?”

–“You're blackmailing me?”

–“Don't be so dramatic! I'm just setting things up so we can get back together without my meddling family complicating things for you.”

–“They won't believe you.” I looked panic stricken on the phone's small screen

–“They don’t need to. They will believe the facts. The truth that I have created for them. You need to be with me. But I do realise that's not going to happen overnight…”

She sauntered over to me as I sat up on the bed. I immediately clambered to intercept her, but she nimbly twisted out of reach and jabbed the sharp prongs of the stun gun on my flaccid penis. I stopped dead in my tracks, frozen in terror for a few seconds, staring at Eleanor who smiled an evil smile. She looked down and I followed her eyes to the weapon she held against my penis. Then she pulled the trigger. A sudden burst of intense, bone-shattering pain consumed my body. Then I collapsed back onto the bed, the fire in my loins threatening to consume me as every muscle in my body tensed.

Jessica shrieked and dropped her phone. Rachel grabbed her sister and hugged her close as they both witnessed my agony.

When Sophie picked up the phone I could be seen choking, sputtering on my own blood, I had bitten my tongue. In the video I tried with everything I had to get myself up, but it was no use so I just lay there, naked and bleeding, unable to move.

–"Ellennnnaaaaghhhhhh, pleeeeease?"

In the video Ellen sauntered over to me and squatted down to look in my eyes. 

–"I want you to know I could have killed you for walking out on me," she said calmly. "But this isn't mercy. No, far from it. I want you to live knowing you chose this… and you're going to choose me. You’re going to marry me! I'm going to make my little sisters hate you so much you'll have no choices left."

The twins were wailing. Sophie was shaking. Joseph was still in shock. But for the first time in a long time, I was calm.

I held up my own phone and commanded, “Watch!” 

–"Ellen, please don't do this!” On the screen I reached out to grapple with my assailant but my body was broken. I was never going to be able to prevent what happened next. 

–"And I promise you this. Once I've finished with you, you won't even remember who they are. You'll beg for me to take you back… and I will... Daddy." And with that, she pressed the taser to my neck. My body arched and stiffened briefly before I slumped, unconscious on the bed.

“So Ellen,” I addressed the scowling blonde standing opposite me, “Was that how we conceived our baby?”

“You know what?” Ellen said slowly, “I hope the baby isn't yours!”

“You know what?” Sophie answered her, “I hope so too. I am deeply ashamed to be your mother… knowing you're going to become a mother yourself fills me with dread.” 

Joseph sat down with the twins, now holding the phone, trying to console them but watching the ending of the video where Ellen staged the photos she had sent her family using my unconscious body as some sort of sick prop.

“I was trying to protect them!” She pointed at her sisters.

“We don't want or need your protection, Eleanor!” Jessica growled, looking like she was readying herself to attack her older sibling. Ellen, for the first time, looked scared.

“You lied to us. You were blackmailing him all along…” Joseph mused, possibly to himself.

“No Daddy, it's what he deserved… what he wanted…”

“He was in love with you and you did this because you wanted to keep Jerome but string him along. You got a kick of how besotted he was and how much power you could take from that,” Joseph said, as if coming to terms with the reality of it all.

“You tried to break him and do everything you could to keep him from finding true love with your sisters,” Sophie continued, “You knew how much he meant to them and you did everything you could to keep him tied to you because you couldn't stand seeing them happy.”

“He just wants to get lucky! He wants what's between their legs! That's not true love! We were more than that. We were more than just sex!”

As one the twins stood up, and took their place either side of me, linking their arms into mine. Sophie and Joseph came over and stood behind us. Unified.

“He was with the wrong sister. It's over Ellen,” spoke Jessica, her cheeks still wet with tears.

“Take your videos to the Police, Ellen, and I'll take mine. Let's let them decide what the truth is,” I said, hugging the redheads close to me.

“No,” said Joseph, putting his hand on my shoulder, the pleading look back in his eyes, “she's pregnant.”

“Then send her back to Jerome, if he will still have her?” Rachel suggested.

“They are engaged, after all,” said Jessica, “I wonder if he even knows about her true feelings and motivations.”

“You're not welcome here anymore, Ellen.” Sophie said calmly, “We moved because you… because of what Jerome did to me and your sisters when he was just as besotted with you as Jeffrey. We tried to help you. We wanted you to choose… another path. But you couldn't help yourself, could you? Go. I don't want to even look at you right now.”

“It's up to you, Ellen,” I said, “The Police? Or go celebrate becoming engaged to your partner in crime. Congratulations by the way.”

“I hate you!” She hissed.

“The feeling's mutual.” I replied.

“What we had-,” Eleanor sobbed, “What we had was beautiful! You ruined everything! You have destroyed this family!” The blonde wailed and I felt my heart strings being tugged. Ellen was my best friend… I never wanted for any of this to happen. Even now, I couldn't stand to see her in pain. She was carrying my child… she needed her parents… her child's father...

“Look at us,” Sophie said as she and Jermoe put their hands on the twins' shoulders. I felt the little redheads squeeze against my sides, tightly, recognising the feelings of pain and regret flowing from me, “Look at us! Do we look like a destroyed family?”

“We couldn't be more together,” Jessica said sweetly.

“We wanted you to be a part of this family,” Joseph said, with the same regret sounding in his voice.

“But now you need to leave.” Sophie said firmly, “before we change our mind and press charges. We all have copies of that video. If I hear that you are even speaking badly about either one of us... Then the police will get a copy of the video too.” 

Ellen stared at her family in disbelief and stepped forward as if to beg for forgiveness.

"There's more," I said softly, trying for firm neutrality, "the rules of disengagement: First, if I ever see Jerome again, I will kill him. In that very moment and with whatever means are at hand, I will kill him for what he did to Sophie, Jessica, Rachel and me. Do you understand this?" Ellen stood there, body shaking, with her head down, not moving. "Seriously," I said, taking her gently by the shoulders. She looked up and into my eyes. "Please take that seriously. I promise you that I won't go looking for him, but I won't hold back if I come across him accidentally." She nodded slowly, eyes wide. I dropped my hands and turned my back on her.

"Secondly:” added Joseph, “You will leave immediately, as soon as you can pack a bag of your stuff. Clear out your old room and leave. I'm turning it into a nursery for your baby. You will drive away in the car I bought you and never look back. I will make sure you get everything else that is yours delivered to your flat.”

“Thirdly:” Sophie continued, “We will never be here for you after today. We will love and support your baby but not you. You have betrayed me and you are abandoning our family. I will never forgive or forget what you've done. I will never do the slightest thing for you. Not ever. It's unforgivable, Eleanor.”

“The fourth and final rule of this disengagement:” continued Rechel, “Never try to contact Jessica or me after today. We don't need you or your help. You have given us up, and we need room to start rebuilding our lives without you in it. If you have anything important to tell me, send an email." 

“Jeff is my boyfriend and you’re not to have any contact with him either.” Jessica seethed, “I know how to get a restraining order if we need one, we have more than enough evidence. Anything your baby needs from his father, you will arrange through me in writing.” Tears are now streaming down Eleanor’s cheeks as she absorbs the new reality of her life.

"Do you understand?" I asked as I turned to face her for the last time. She nodded, head still down. She was gasping faintly as if it was hard for her to breathe. “Here!” I get her attention as I reach into my back pocket pulling out a folded piece of paper, offering it to her, “Take it. My child needs a home. I'm giving you the deeds to the apartment. Strip it of all your inappropriate shit or I will make sure you will lose custody of our baby! Take this opportunity to change, Ellen. You're better than this! Don't let Jerome drag you down. You don't need him… but you’re not getting me. You have taken everything from me, Ellen, but I'm better off without it and you.”

Eleanor takes the paperwork but holds it like it was cursed. That's what she came for. That's what she will leave with.

"I'm… sorry," she started, but I turned and walked away. I heard her breath catch as I went into the kitchen to leave her with her family. I didn't want to listen to what she had to say anymore, her apology was meaningless.

I turned and watched, through bleary tear-filled eyes, as the first woman I had ever loved sobbed on the floor in front of her parents. Her plans were in tatters. She begged them, she needed their financial support for the house purchase… when needed their help with the pregnancy… and to their credit, and much to Rachel and Jessica's protests they agreed to it all… if she gave up Jerome. The waterworks ceased and Ellen then staggered to her feet and moved in a slow death-march to her bedroom as her Mom, Dad and sisters joined me. Joseph served us some unknown spirit which we silently sipped as we waited for the fifteen minutes it took Ellen to pack the stuff she had left in her parents home.

When she came back down the stairs I suddenly felt remorse. This woman was going to have my baby and I was the reason for her misery. I had done this to her. I had ruined her life. My heart bled… because I knew, deep down inside, almost impossibly… I still cared about her. I was overwhelmed by a powerful surge of longing and I shot to my feet as if to run to her, to stop her, to make her finally see sense. How was it that, even now, I wanted her to find redemption? Because I let her into my heart. I loved her… and once you’re in love you never truly fall out of it. Both Rachel and Jessica hung onto me, sensing my conflict, holding me back. I stood there swaying, fists clenched as tears fell from my eyes. Ellen had made me suffer and I had sacrificed so much to release myself, and her family, from her shadow. I needed to let her go. Eleanor turned to us but it was her mother she stared at. Their eyes locked. It was if she was trying to tell her something but there weren’t going to be any words. She picked up her overnight bag, makeup kit, and purse with white-knuckled hands and moved through the front door and to the path leading to the house. Setting her baggage down, she turned one last time and looked silently at me, pain and indecision etched into her blotchy, tear-stained face. Then Jessica closed the door.

The remnants of her family all consoled each other as I continued to watch Ellen through the window as she collapsed into her car, weeping. Part of me felt a vicious joy at her suffering and hoped she was hurting herself as much as she was hurting me. The rest just wanted her to go, to get away so I could try to forget. I needed some space. I needed to leave the grieving family. I needed to be alone with my thoughts and recuperate from my ordeal. I needed to let them begin to heal so I slowly made my way towards the door without being seen. I felt exhausted, mentally and emotionally drained, but it was now over. Jessica and Rachel noticed first and rushed to intercept me… but they both telepathically understood… and with tears in their eyes they kissed me goodbye. Sophie looked distraught. She had very nearly betrayed me, but if all it cost me was my apartment, then I accepted that price. As I opened the front door to leave, Ellen started her car and drove away. 

________

I was almost asleep when I heard the door to my room open. It was past midnight and someone was trying to sneak in. I could hear whoever it was, they were trying to close the door slowly and quietly, but they weren't doing a good job of being sneaky.

“Hello?” I called out into the darkness, trying to orientate myself.

“It's me,” Sophie whispered. The curtains were thin and quite a lot of light from the sodium street lamps came into the room and I could see she was wearing a light-coloured nylon dressing gown over a pair of blue jeans. 

“It's after midnight. You shouldn't be here, not tonight…”

“You're wrong. I need to be here, especially tonight. I know I’ve let you down. You had to give up your apartment… your grandfather’s inheritance… for my ungrateful daughter… because I asked you to. You did that for me, not her. I need to apologise. I need to tell you how sorry I am that I hurt you and betrayed your trust."

Sophie leaned over, kissing me gently and, as I fully awakened, she pulled back, pressing two fingers to my lips. She smiled down at me, my sleep heavy eyes taking a moment to adjust. I blinked up at her, looking slightly befuddled, but made no move to stop her. She took her fingers from my mouth and trailed them along my jaw, leaning down to press a soft kiss to my lips. That's when I pushed her away and pulled myself up onto my pillows. Sophie looked shocked.

"I need to explain… please? It's eating me up inside. I never meant to hurt you. The way you're looking at me now… I know I've let you down. I let Eleanor down. I created her… shaped her. I made her into the woman who found joy in your pain. I was a terrible mother to her… I was weak, in trying to guide her, I fractured her further, pushing her into becoming the controlling, selfish, twisted and self-centred dominatrix she is today… because I'm just as dark and domineering as she is,” Sophie explained as her tears began to glisten on her cheeks.

“You're nothing like, Ellen… you put your family first. You even put her first. She only thinks of herself. Maybe one day she might change?” I whispered.

“She used me to extract what she wanted from you but I agreed to it. I even sent Jessica over to fetch you just to appease her. I didn't know…" Tears were pouring out of her face now. "This is all on me! I didn't know you already had a way out but you gave up your apartment anyway. For me. I can’t forgive myself so I don't expect you to forgive me, what I did was unforgivable… so I'm here to do what I can to make amends. After everything you've done for us… after everything you've done for me. You didn't deserve what I did to you."

“You had your reasons. Sophie… I just need time. It's over now but everything remains the same. Ellen is still pregnant. She still chose Jerome over me… over us. I appreciate that you want to apologise but you have nothing to apologise for! It's fine… things will be fine but it's risky you being here. Mom and dad are already suspicious. They are desperate to know what happened this evening but I'm not ready to tell them. Please… just give me time.”

Sophie sniffed, stood up straight, looked at me and said. "Jeff, I love you, I will always love you. I will be eternally sorry that I betrayed your trust, your love and my vows to you and for the pain I caused you. I ask you to do one thing for me and then I will ask for nothing else. Live your life the best you can, find someone, please make that person Jessica. She will love you as much as I love you and she will not let you down as I have."

She slumped down, that had all the sounds of a rehearsed speech. “It's over now, Sophie. I love Jessica… but Rachel… I love her too and I just want to make everyone happy. Let things happen at their own pace… without all the drama and secrecy. It's over for us too… my life is just too complicated for this.”

“No it isn't, silly! Ellen's games are finally over, if that's what you mean. But I am aware that Jess and Rachel have plans of their own for you now. I agree with you that I should take a step back… for a short while at least. Please… just forgive me?” she asked.

“I forgive you. Now please… go?”

“Joseph sent me… this might be our last time together.” She stood looking at me as she slipped the gown from her body, the matching bra underneath displaying her breasts even in the darkness. She reached down to take my hand in hers and she pulled me up so I was upright against the headboard. Then, reaching out to me and pulling me into her arms and gave me a gentle hug. As Sophie held me, she bent her head down and very quietly whispered in my ear, "Jeffrey, I love you very much… and in this whole world, there's no one I care about more than you. Whatever happened in the past doesn't matter now. What matters is that I love you and I'm here to help."

The look in Sophie's eyes as she tilted my head up to look at her made my heart swell. That little sparkle that used to be there all the time was back. Her eyes were still wet from crying, so I leaned toward her and gently kissed each of her red eyes. Lightly touching her, I brushed her long blonde hair out of her face and over her shoulders and kissed her cheek. 

"I never stopped trusting you. I never stopped loving you."

I saw a glimmer of a smile turn up at the edges of Sophie's mouth and she answered me softly, saying, “I'm here because I owe you. I want to earn your trust again."

“The slate is wiped clean. If anything I owe you.”

“I would do anything for my family… and whatever happens in the future, you already feel like family. Ellen was right about one thing; I do love you. I would do anything to protect someone I love.” Jessica's Mom stroked my hair gently as she held me. "You are my whole world, and just like my daughters, I'm madly in love with you." She said softly as she held me close to her.

Taking her hair down she let it fall over her shoulders and then she approached my bed. I listened and my heart filled with love for her. She kissed me on the cheek. This kiss was different, soft and lingering. At the same time Sophie's hand wandered lower, lying for a moment against my flat stomach, teasingly resting just above my pelvis. 

“You're an incredible woman, selfless and empathic, just like the twins.”

“But far too similar to my eldest. When you look at me I don't want you to see her. Let me try again to replace her in your life. Let me please you tonight?"

For a second, I wasn't sure what I should do, but when she looked back at me I found I was nodding my head up and down and she took that as the approval she needed. She made a deliberate point of hugging me again, gently rubbing my back as we hugged. I pulled her into my chest and felt the breasts I adored press into me through her bra. The feeling of her arms around me was wonderful, but after a few seconds, she pulled away and took a small step backwards. Looking directly into her eyes, I reached my hands forward directly to her waist. Then looking down just for an instant to find the button, I put my hands on her jeans and opened them. Without waiting for a response, I extended my hands again and felt for the tongue of her zipper, and when I found it, I pulled it all the way down until it stopped. I saw relief in Sophie's blue eyes, and as we looked at each other, I hooked my fingers into the waist of her jeans and began to pull them down.

Her jeans were not very tight, but I had to struggle a little to get them past her hips. All the while, her eyes were locked on mine, and I noticed that her eyes were almost clear and she'd stopped crying. When I started to push her jeans down past her hips, she nervously bit her bottom lip, but she didn't move an inch. Readjusting my hands, I grasped her jeans and bent down to push them to her knees. As I bent down, I happened to glance at the front of her panties and immediately noticed two things. First, her panties were very sheer; a flimsy pink mesh that I was able to see through. Second, I was surprised to see how prominent her pubic hair was. Through the mesh of her panties, there was a mass of orange hair. Leaning forward, I became aware of the erection beneath the bed covers. Without thinking, I put my hand beneath my duvet to adjust my hardening penis. As I moved my cock to a more comfortable position, I looked up into Sophie's eyes to see that she was watching me intently. I didn't even think to hide my actions, and since I was standing so close to her, I was pretty sure she saw my cock tenting the bed sheet, and the way I had to move it around. Once I had taken care of that troublesome erection, I made eye contact with her again and reached out to place my hand directly between her legs, palm up, right against her panties. Then, as we looked at each other, I worked two fingers deeper between her legs until I felt the puffiness of her mound and searched for the slit between her lips. She reached behind herself and slowly unhooked her bra, sliding the straps down over her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. 

"I'm going to pull my panties down now, Jeff." She whispered as my finger found the crease between her labia and pressed into it. "Please don't stop me."

The redness in her eyes was gone now, and as I gave her a courageous nod she reached down and unceremoniously pulled her panties down her legs and left them just above her jeans. The middle-aged woman stepped out of both her jeans and panties and then she stood gloriously naked before him. She pulled back the bed covers and joined me, her bare skin pressed to mine. 

“But we don't–” Her lips found my lips and silenced my protests. My next door neighbours fingers combed through my short hair. She pressed herself to me, molding her body to mine. Finally tearing her lips from away, she began to move down my body, trailing kisses first along my jaw and then nipping the strong column of my neck. Her fingers buried themselves in the thatch of hair on my chest and she pulled at it playfully. Continuing her assault her tongue circled around my nipple, I caught my breath and tangled my fingers in her blonde hair. She dragged her fingernail lightly across my other nipple and looked up at me, smiling mischievously.

“I do owe you, I told you I owed you each and every time you defied Ellen. You did what none of us could do and maybe this will be what she needs to change her ways. Joseph and I owe you our thanks.”

"No, that’s not necessary. It's risky enough you being here with my parents across the corridor."

"Does this help you decide?" She kissed my chest and wiggled her hips, pushing her mound against my pubic bone.

"Are you always this horny?" I asked with a smile.

"These last few weeks I've been off the scale!" She giggled and wigged again, “just like my daughters.” I felt my manhood press against the married woman's belly. "Mmmmm," Sophie hummed when she felt my hardness. She smiled at me and pressed closer. "That feels so nice. You make me feel so warm inside," she whispered.

I knew this situation was rapidly getting out of control and she sensed my trepidation growing. "Maybe we shouldn't be doing this," I said to her.

“Then let me just believe in the fantasy… of us.” I looked up at her, her blue eyes were sparkling in the low level light and I saw the hope of forgiveness smoldering there.

“Just talk to me, Jeffrey… we don't have to do anything?” She plumped up a pillow and placed her head on it, facing me. 

“Pillow talk?” I laughed and I saw her lips slowly curl into a mischievous smile.

"Let's say we aren't a couple, maybe we've just started dating, and we are sitting in your apartment watching a movie," she said as I positioned myself facing her, getting comfortable on my own pillow ready to distract both her and myself from the desire that pulsed within me.

"Okay," I said. "This sounds like innocent fun."

“So you think you wouldn't go running to the hills if a middle aged woman made a pass at you?”

“You're not old.”

“I feel very old today… I'm more than twice your age.”

“Sophie, you're hot! Listen, my friends all steer clear of Ellen because they know she's dangerous… but they've seen you and they are all smitten with you. If you made a pass at any one of them they would jump at the chance. That includes me,” I chuckled.

“But if I didn't have any daughter's, and I wasn't married, all the complications removed… would you date me?”

“I definitely would,” I replied and kissed her nose.

"Thank you, sometimes I worry that I just get in the way. An old woman with impossible, illicit dreams. So… Tell me, if we had just met and were having a first date at your apartment, what would you hope I'd do, if I was to take the lead and make a pass at you."

"You mean, my fantasy date."

"Yeah, your idea of a perfect date."

I propped myself up on my elbow in readiness to deliver what she needed to hear from me. "Yeah, I like this. Okay, here goes. Let's see. We're on the couch with you sitting next to me and–"

"Wait, what am I wearing?"

"What are you wearing? What does your clothes have to do with us getting amorous, Sophie? You're naked, of course."

"I didn't say we were going to have sex, Jeff! I said to tell me your fantasy for a perfect first date."

"Sophie, it's the summertime. Of course we're going to be naked. I don't see what clothes have to do with anything on a first date," I laughed playfully, stringing her along, hoping to gain me enough time to control my libido.

"Clothes have everything to do with us having sex or not having sex. Don't forget that we're pretending that we just started dating and I wouldn't be hanging around your apartment naked, Jeff."

"So, you're naked now? I still don't understand why what you're wearing or not wearing has anything to do with this pillow talk? The first time I saw you, working in your new garden, you were almost naked and I didn’t even know you." With the bickering back and forth, what started as a good idea was beginning to turn into an argument.

"The way that a woman dresses is a telltale sign if she wants to get laid or just wants to hang out with a friend."

"Okay, you're wearing your tight jeans, then."

"No, that won't work," she huffed, making a sour face and shaking her head, sending her fine blonde hair cascading around her shoulders.

"What do you mean? You look hot in those jeans. I love those jeans," I said, indicating the discarded clothing on the floor. "You wear them as if they are painted on your body. They make your ass look incredible. I'd eat you through those tight jeans, if I could."

"Then, how come you don't? How come you never do?" Sophie teased.

"Oh, uhm, I dunno. It’s just an expression, Sophie. I'd never eat you through your jeans. Don't take me so literally. Besides, the jean dye would get in my mouth from me sucking on denim and I'd probably get lip cancer and die a horrible death."

"You're such an ass Jeff. See? That's just it. If I was hoping to get laid, if I was hoping to have spontaneous sex, I'd never wear a pair of skin tight jeans that I'd have to stand up and wiggle myself out of. Struggling to undress would ruin the moment. I'd wear something that you'd have better access to my body, while waiting for you to make the first move."

"Oh, I see. I get it. I never thought about that. I never knew that a woman's outfit was the barometer to getting lucky or not. I wish I knew that years ago. I figured the only sure sign of getting lucky was if the woman was naked or drunk," I said looking over at her incredible nude form and feeling my penis lurch beneath the duvet.

"Thanks for that image, Jeff."

"Okay, I know what you're wearing. You're wearing your short skirt, the one that your husband calls a belt."

"Yeah, that's good. I like that skirt. It shows off my legs and makes my butt look good."

"It shows off more than your legs," I replied with a dirty laugh.

"It does? What do you mean, Jeff?"

"It doesn't matter if your legs are crossed or not, even with your knees pulled tightly together, that short skirt flashes your panties to anyone sitting across from you," I said to her with a grin.

"Eww. It does? How come you never told me that?" She punched me in the shoulder. "Oh my god, is that what your school friends thought…?"

"They thought you wore it deliberately,” I chuckled, “I had been single for over a year and seeing you flashing your panties at me… made me feel good. I enjoyed the show. Besides, I thought you knew."

"You thought I knew? You thought I was flashing you, your friends and your parents my panties on purpose?" She looked at me incredulously, before punching me in the shoulder again. "You're such an asshole, Jeff. I'm so embarrassed. I'll never wear that skirt again, now that I know that."

"Ow," I protested, rubbing my shoulder. "Sorry, Sophie, I was only teasing you. I really do love that skirt. Please don’t deny the entire world from ever seeing you in that skirt again?" I said, beaming a smile at her. She began to blush.

"Typical," she sighed, crossing her arms. "Okay, go ahead, Jeff. I'm sorry for the interruption. I won't interrupt you again."

"Okay, we're sitting there watching TV with you wearing your belt of a short skirt, while flashing me your panties and–”

"Wait, you forgot something."

"What now?"

"Surely, I'm not sitting in your apartment topless," She said, raising her hands with her voice. "What am I wearing for a top?"

"Oh, Sophie,” I laughed, “I don't know, just a regular top. Okay? What does it matter?"

"Am I wearing a pullover or–"

"I know, you're wearing your white, button down blouse. I love unbuttoning your buttons, while making out with you. That's so–"

"I'd never wear that blouse with that skirt, Jeff."

"Oh, I literally have no idea, do I? I only had a couple of girlfriends before Ellen. I really don't understand fashion, I'd rather design houses!” I laughed, “How about you just pick a top and tell me which one you'd wear, so that I can continue with my pillow talking fantasy. Okay?"

"Hmm, let me think. Oh, I know. I'd wear my red, low cut top. The one that opens whenever I lean forward, enough for you to slip your talented hands inside and fondle my breasts through my bra, while we're kissing."

"Oh, the one that my dad told me that you didn't know opened whenever you leaned forward. He loves you in that top!" She suddenly looked distant, as if recalling a memory.

"Pick another top, then, Jeff, if you don't like that top," Sophie said, shooting me a dirty look. "It doesn't matter to me which top I wear in your fantasy. This is your fantasy, not your dad’s and not mine."

"Okay, we're sitting there watching a movie with you wearing your belt of a skirt and your red top that opens whenever you lean forward and you reach over and start feeling my cock through my pants."

"Eww, Jeff. You mean, groping you?" She looked at me incredulously. "Do you seriously believe that I'd just reach over out of the clear blue and start feeling your cock through your pants?" She laughed, "If we were just having our first date, Jeff, I'd never just reach over and start feeling your junk through your pants. Even if I was in a sexless marriage and desperate, I wouldn't do that. No woman, unless she's a slut, and who doesn't have a shred of self-respect, is going to grope a man's cock through his pants, when she's just met him. I'm not a slut, Jeff. I'm not that kind of woman. We'd have to go out first, someplace nice, and after getting to know one another with conversation, after making a connection, we could take the date to the next level. Then, after dinner on our third date, I'd have to kiss first, make out, French kiss and then–" She stopped talking but I was happy for her to continue.I loved the sound of her voice. Yes it was like Ellen’s but there was a sweetness in her tone that Ellen didn't possess. I suddenly realised she was waiting for me to say something but she sighed and smiled, “I'm sorry, Jeff. This is your fantasy. Please continue.”

"Okay," I said, pausing, getting my mind onto her wavelength. "We're watching TV, a movie–"

"Oh, what kind of movie?" 

"Hmmm… a romantic movie and–"

"Which romantic movie?"

"Are you kidding me? I don't know. What does it matter which movie we're watching? It's just pillow talk."

"I'm not stopping you from telling your fantasy, Jeff. You have the floor. But it’s all in the details! Don’t forget–"

"Shh. Just stop talking and listen, please. Okay?"

Sophie runs her fingers across her lips, as if zipping them.

"We're sitting there watching the movie, with you wearing your belt of a skirt and your red top that opens whenever you lean forward and, just as I turn my head to reach for popcorn, you kiss me."

"Psst, Jeff," she raised her hand, as if she was also a student.

"What now, Sophie? You'd better not be asking me if the popcorn is buttered, unbuttered."

"No, don't be silly. I'd never bring up popcorn in your fantasy. I have something more important to ask."

"What?"

"I know it may not be important to you, but it is to me," she said, staring at me, as if waiting for his permission to speak.

"What?"

"What shoes am I wearing?"

"Shoes? What shoes are you wearing? Are you kidding me? C'mon, Sophie. Who cares about your shoes? This is pillow talk. No shoes. Okay? You aren't wearing any shoes. You took them off at the front door because your feet were killing you. Okay?"

"That will work."

"Okay, we're sitting there watching TV, a movie, with you wearing your belt of a skirt, your red, low cut top that opens whenever you lean forward and no shoes, when you kiss me, really kiss me and now we're really going at it, making out and French kissing and you reach over and start feeling me through my pants," he says stopping and waiting for her to speak, as he knew she would.

"Wow. I like French kissing you, Jeff. Something like this?" she asked, before leaning forward so she was only inches from my face.

I stared at her, studying her face, and caught in her gravity I brought my face to hers. Our lips touched, softly, gently, still holding our gaze. I licked her lower lip slowly with the tip of my tongue, pressing her mouth to mine and the mature woman parted her lips to allow my tongue into her mouth. My hand instinctively reached up, pulling her closer to me as my tongue searched for hers, found it and caressed it with little french kisses. I slid my hand up her neck and buried my fingers in her long blonde hair. Lifting my other hand, cupping her head in his palms, I kissed her more deeply. Closing our eyes, we both breath out, sinking into the warmth.

"And what's the verdict?" Sophie asked when we parted, panting breathlessly. Without even saying anything my mouth was back on hers, kissing her passionately. I peppered her face gently with kisses as I moved my hands down over her shoulders, sliding them along her arms until I held her hands, intertwining my fingers in hers. My body pressed into hers, and I felt her bare breasts, against my chest, her stomach on mine, my groin on her leg, and my leg between her thighs. I kissed her mouth again and again, kneading it and working it; grasping, sucking, holding and releasing her tongue with an intensifying rhythm. Relinquishing her hands, I circled her waist, holding her wide hips in my palms. Rocking her slowly back and forth, moving my body against hers in a primal dance. Eventually she pulled away from me, and we were smiling at each other, gasping for breath, our hearts pounding. "I guess that's a positive?" She asked.

I grinned at her, "Yes, yes it is."

"Then, what happens next?" I looked at her, confused, “Our date, after we've kissed?”

"Oh… While we're kissing, you can tell just how much I am attracted to you. We can kiss like that for hours and as we hold each other, you can feel my cock through my pants… growing hard," I said, pausing to look at her. "It turns out I am very sexually attracted to older women… I put my hand on your breast and I feel how equally hard your nipple is through your red top, before sticking my hand down your blouse and feeling your breasts through your bra."

"I like it when you feel my tits, Jeffrey," Sophie whispered, putting my hand on her breast.

I kissed her again, deeply, sumptuously. Her breasts felt incredible in my hands as I bent to kiss and mouth my next door neighbour's lightly freckled chest. Sophie moaned and arched her back, silently begging me to continue. In ever decreasing circles, I circumnavigated her boobs, causing the nipples to stand up; they felt as hard as diamonds. Finally my teasing hands closed over her nipples. She moaned again as I squeezed her tits, catching the nipples between my thumb and forefinger. What was I doing? This was what I wanted to avoid! Fuck! I really was smitten with her.

"We shouldn't be doing this. My parents are home," I whispered.

"Sh-h-h," she soothed me. "Don't worry..."

I responded by pushing my hips toward her, pressing my member into the hot hollow between Sophie's legs. I circled her with my arms, hugging her tightly and nestling into her neck. She was panting, and I watched her chest heave between us with the breaths. I grinned, watching me watch her.

"I really love your tits, Sophie," I said in all honesty. "You have perfect boobs. And they are so sensitive."

"Thank you, Jeff," She replied, looking down to watch me feeling her breasts. "Let's get back to the fantasy date. What happens next?"

"Well, while I'm busy feeling your tits, you unzip my pants and reach your hand inside."

"Oh, straight to business then?" She said, rolling her eyes and pushing my hands away.

"Hey, this is my fantasy. You can tell me your fantasy, after I'm finished telling you my fantasy," I scolded her but she just smiled. "You fondle my cock through my underwear, before pulling it out…. You stare at it with wide eyes, while licking your lips. Then, you start stroking it…. I look down watching you as you use your sexy fingers to stroke me, before you lean down and–"

"Ahhh! You want me to blow you? I figured as much. So that's it? That's your fantasy? I'll give you a blowjob… I do love sucking your cock and, as you know, I do swallow. But for a first date? How romantic is that? Your imagination needs a little sprinkle of magic," she teased.

She reached out tentatively, and rubbed her hand over my penis; semi-erect and smooth. Sophie wrapped my fingers around it, pulled lightly, and my whole body moved toward her. She cupped her other hand under my balls, and felt them, seeming to weigh them. They were smooth and hairless, and she gave them a light squeeze which made me moan. I felt my manhood start to thicken as she slowly slid her hand up and down my hardening shaft. I was soon fully erect so she needed to use both hands. I loved the way she felt, her fingers in complete control of me through my cock. She looked up and saw me staring at her, a look of longing and lust clearly etched on her face. She abruptly let go, and my cock sprang up so it was pointing at the ceiling. Then she knelt next to me, and looked closely at my penis. It twitched softly, and she reached out again, and wrapped her little hand around my cock, and started stroking again, while I breathed heavily and groaned quietly as she stroked me up and down. Her tiny hand looked almost comical wrapped around my thickening tool. "Jeff, I just love the way you feel in my hand," the married mother blurted out, "Your cock is just the hottest thing I've ever seen. Shall I suck it? Shall fulfill your fantasy?"

"Mmmm, yes, but you don't need to. Not tonight. But… fuck…  you are so hot. I am always on the verge of cumming when I'm with you."

"But I want to see you cum! Hmmm… What's in it for me, Jeff? Surely you don't just want your cock sucked, while you play with my tits?"

"Hey, it's just a fantasy, my fantasy first date. You asked me to tell you my fantasy first date with you and I did. Okay?"

"Yeah, well, your fantasy has a strange habit of becoming my reality," She whispered, shooting me a look, while raising her hand to her mouth, and poked her tongue in her cheek as if giving me a blowjob. We both quietly laughed as we fell back on my bed.

"I give up, Sophie. Then, you tell me. What's your fantasy first date?"

"Okay, my fantasy is not really a first date fantasy. It's more a fantasy, you're part of my family, maybe we're in a relationship, maybe I'm your mother-in-law. We love each other and no longer care who knows.” She said as if the whole thing had been rehearsed, fluffing her pillow, and getting comfortable in my bed, before giving me a big smile.

"Keep.going," I replied, "You have the floor… well, the bed."

"You come home early from work to cook me a romantic dinner. Only, before you start making dinner, you tidy up the house, vacuuming, doing the dishes, and taking out the trash. Then, after dinner, you clean up the kitchen, while I relax in the living room."

"I'm glad this is a fantasy, because this is very unlikely to happen," I quietly chuckled.

"What did you say, Jeff? I didn't hear you. You were mumbling."

"I said this sounds like a good fantasy and I can't wait for this to really happen."

"Thank you, Jeffrey," She playfully replied, giving me a kiss and my cock a gentle squeeze. "After dinner, you give me a massage, before drawing me a bubble bath."

"When do we get to the good part?"

"I'm sorry, I think I misheard you again."

"I said that I can't wait for this to start."

The mature woman smirked at me, "I do love you, Jeff," she said after a brief pause, running her hand along the length of my cock and making me grow even harder with her touch.

"So come on, tell me. What happens next?"

"Well, you come into the bedroom, while I'm just about to get dressed and say, don't bother with that nightgown. You won't be needing it. Then, you rip the towel from my body and kiss me, really kiss me, before scooping me up in your arms and tossing me on the bed."

"Finally, the good bit," I gleefully replied as Sophie’s eyes sparkled naughtily.

"I struggle and try to get up, but you push me down and part my legs with your knees. You're insatiable. You want me. You really want me. You want to eat me. You need to lick my pussy. You can’t stop, until I cum in your mouth. Even then, after I had one orgasm, you give me another and another. Then, you mount me and fuck me. Multiple positions… but when you're close I want you to be on top of me, looking into my eyes as you fuck me hard, Jeff, so hard and so passionately we cum together. I've always been turned on by the feeling of a guy cumming inside me. I mean it's physically intense, like it really does the trick for me, but also, like, it's physical proof that you're climaxing, and that it’s me who brought you to orgasm. And that is just the hottest thing, when I'm cumming right along with you. I like to control that moment, you know?"

I was dumbstruck. Mindblown! I just stared at her. She pretty much had described every encounter I had ever had with her… and Ellen. I can't believe where our pillow talk has taken us, that we could communicate like this so explicitly. "Wow, Sophie, I–" 

But Sophie just carried on, "I like being a dominant woman… and then, whenever there was a risk of pregnancy–past tense now, I’ve reached the age when I'm no longer fertile–that was even more intense. When I know I'm ovulating and you're releasing your sperm inside me, and I know those sperm get me pregnant, and I feel it happen, knowing I might get pregnant from it, and I want it, oh my god, it's incredible! I feel so warm inside. It makes me have the hugest multiple orgasms ever. Like almost to the point of blacking out."

I realised I was stroking myself, while listening to my older lover regale her sexual fantasy to me. Already aroused, way ahead of my state of passion, my prick was sticking out straight and leaking precum.

“I feel that too,” I added quietly, “…and part of me wants it… and Ellen, was wired up much the same as you. Unsurprisingly. It’s wonderfully intense… giving up control of something so important.”

“Oh, Jeff, you are so romantic, loving and passionate that it's no wonder we can't resist you," Sophie whispered in a seductive voice, watching me intently as I masturbated in front of her.

"I loved your fantasy," I said, as I mindlessly manipulated my slippery foreskin up and down.

A few seconds later I leaned in close and our tongues found each other instantaneously, as if any other form of kissing now felt like a waste of time. Her hands replaced mine and worked my cock while my hands rested on Sophie’s shoulders, the heel of my palms over her collarbones. I crept my hands downwards until my fingertips found the lower part of her breasts, flitting over her rubbery nipples without really planning to. She shuddered and gasped into my mouth as I did so, and I paused, nearly backing off, misinterpreting her response. Yet our kissing never ceased. Regaining my courage I began to cup and caress her breasts again, and each time my hands passed over her nipples I felt a jolt of pleasure spark through her. She was holding my cock firmly in her hand, gently peeling my foreskin up and down my slippery gland. It was overwhelming. Sophie and I were both letting out regular moans and gasps now, albeit quietly. Our kissing actually paused as we became engrossed in looking at each other, feeling each other in every way imaginable, touching and rubbing and holding each other. We locked eyes for a moment, and we both giggled awkwardly.

"I love you, Sophie, thank you for coming over tonight… I think I needed to be distracted… or focuesd… or both.”

"I love you, too, Jeff. Dreams do come true…” She said as she released my penis, her eyes sparkling.

“I like this pillow talk, Sophie. We need to do it more often," I said with a sigh, hugging her, our naked bodies now in full contact. Our genitalia dangerously close.

"I have been wanting to hold you since you left. You need to know how much we all appreciate you. I let myself be controlled by her. I failed you. I need to make amends for what my daughter did to you… I did notice you enjoyed her tit job…?" she giggled.

I squeezed her tighter, pressing my rigid cock flat against her belly and feeling her hard nipples poke into my chest. My still slightly swollen balls were resting on my girlfriend’s mother’s hot pussy. "Maybe we're just both sick, perverted, serial cheaters, sex maniacs, or…"

"...Two souls destined to find each other. Either way I don't care. I love you, Jeff. I want to be with you in whatever capacity we can be together. I know you love me and you want me too. You must do… you forgave me. And I didn't deserve it. I made you give up your inheritance."

"I don't need it. But you know where this is heading, don't you?"

"Yes."

"You know we'll probably burn in hell for it?"

"Yes."

I wrapped my arms around her and she melted into my chest. Her hand descended to my thigh then back towards my hard cock. Just before she reached it I whispered, "You know there will be no turning back… We need to accept… everything. Or do nothing."

"I know. I accept the consequences of us being together but I need you to know I will never let what I feel for you compromise your relationship with Jessica… or Rachel. My husband wants you in our love life, I won't leave Joseph, he trusts me and I love and respect him. I want to do this for you. For us. For my husband. For my children..."

She brought my lips to hers and kissed my open mouth. My tongue massaged and explored, feeling every part of her mouth. She sucked on my tongue. I moaned and shuddered as my hand drifted back up to her breasts.

“Jeff…” Sophie pushed me away, whispering, “Do you accept the consequences… of us… being intimate… being in this taboo relationship with each other… being in love?” 

I realised that she wanted to make this clear to me, that we were making a pact, a bond that we could protect and cherish. Could this really be happening? Could we really have some sort of future together? My eyes glistened as I realised the enormity of her commitment to me. I needed to commit to her… and her family. I was made for them.

“Sophie, I have learned so much about love since you came into my life. Mostly good but some of it bad. I know that your love is the only reason I'm not some lap dog in Ellen's sex dungeon. You loved me when I didn't love myself. You showed me, with Jessica and Rachel, what true love looks like… feels like… you showed me by example, demonstrating courage and a selflessness that still has me astounded. I am honoured to know you. I am privileged to love you. I am lucky that you love me too.”

“You are an amazing young man, Jeff.” She replied, wiping a tear from her eyes, “I can't not be a part of your life. But what about your family… your parents?”

“When my parents find out, and they will, I will tell them I love you. I'm no longer their little boy. I'm a man and I make my own decisions. You have made me into a man they can be proud of, but I need Jessica in my life to complete me. I will always put her, and her twin sister above anything and anybody else… but I'm going to be a father… and I don't trust Ellen to be a mother… She doesn't compare to you. I'm in love with you, and I trust you with my life… and the life of my child. There's no one else I would rather have help me raise my children.”

Like a switch, she was suddenly overwhelmed with raw emotion again. Sophie burst into floods of tears. I reached out to hug her, and she grabbed hold of me and held me so close. The last few weeks had been a rollercoaster ride for both of us, and she was expressing her emotions much more readily than I ever could. She just sobbed, uncontrollably for what seemed to be a long time. I supposed this was not only an ending of her connection to her daughter but it was also the beginning of the rebirth of our relationship with Jessica and Rachel, Joseph… and me. Things would be different from now on. No wonder she was sensitive to the changes.

“I'm sorry, Jeff. I have no idea what's wrong with me,” She said to him as she tried to regain her composure.

“There is nothing wrong with you, Sophie,” I said as I stroked her hair, “Just so we're clear: I will gladly face the consequences of whatever you and I are together. Now and in the future."

“Thank you,” she sobbed loudly, taking in deep breaths, putting her emotions back in check, “I thought this was… the end.”

"It is an ending. But it is also a new beginning. I'm glad you sneaked over tonight. I'm glad we've had this talk. But we still need to be quiet. If my Mom finds you in my bed she'll freak!" I whispered, trying to distract her. Trying to guide her away from the complicated thoughts of us, the source of her inner turmoil. But, as she snuggled into me beneath my bed covers, I knew full well this was still all kinds of wrong. But I accepted it now. Things were changing. I sighed, Sophie just being here was risky after everything that had happened to me. My parents were obviously concerned about me. If my Mom found her naked, emotional, middle aged best friend in my bed I would be subjected to a new level of pain and torture… this time well deserved.

"She would… maybe I'd make less noise if my mouth was stuffed full with your cock?" She questioned as her mood flipped and pulled the duvet from us. Her eyes locked on mine as she crawled down the bed until she was kneeling by my legs.

“No–” I began but I was stunned at the breathtakingly beautiful sight of the married mother, with her long blonde hair, fair complexion and my big blue eyes looking straight back at me. I was speechless. As identical as the twins were to each other, Sophie was just as similar to Ellen. And there she was, naked and on her knees reaching for my cock. When she wrapped my fingers around it I let out a loud moan. Then she started stroking me with slow strokes of my whole shaft. From base to tip. She sent me straight to heaven.

"Does that feel good?" Sophie whispered with a big grin. "I love how your young cock feels in my hand. Now let's see how it feels in my mouth." She then disappeared under the blankets, moving between my legs. 

She kissed the inside of my thigh, her fingers brushing along the shaft of my member. Her tongue flicked out, circling the tip and teasing me. She licked me lightly, flicking her tongue up my shaft and then down again. Finally I felt her lips press against the tip and she opened her mouth to slowly take me in. Her sexy mouth was warm and deliciously wet as she slid down my throbbing cock, taking me all the way to the back of her throat without gagging. It seemed to fit perfectly, stretching her to her limits but not exceeding them. Sophie's tongue swirled around me, and I moaned, my breath coming hard and fast. I ran my hand up her side and traced a circle around her nipple, before lightly squeezing it as she licked the precum from the tip of my manhood and smiled up at me through the blanket. Then took me all the way to the base before coming back up again. Sophie repeated this exquisite process for the next several minutes, her mouth full of my cock, full lips tight around my shaft. Her pace increased, driving me to new levels of ecstasy as I struggled to control.

Suddenly, on my bedside table, my phone began to vibrate. My hand seemed to reach out for it automatically, desperate to stop the rhythmic noise before it woke up my parents. I accepted the call as Sophie looked up at me, shocked. Her head stopped moving and she just held me in her mouth. I placed my free hand on the back of her neck in thanks.

“Hello?” I was struggling to contain my heavy breathing.

“Hi… am I interrupting anything?” It was Jessica. Shit!

“Huh? No, of course not…”

“My Mom’s not here… I hoped she had headed over to your house to thank you personally. Can I speak to her?”

“Your Mom? Well, she’s kind of busy right now.” I looked down at Sophie and she shot me an evil look, though she didn't stop sucking my cock.

“I do need to talk to her,” Jessica replied “could you get her for me?”

“Let me hand her the phone.” I gave my phone to her, her mouth still attached to my erection.

“Hi Jessica!” She blurted as Sophie finally withdrew from my cock to talk to her youngest daughter. Once again, I put my hand on her neck to thank her but to my surprise, she continued the blowjob! Shit! My head fell back into my pillow. This was insane, her mother sucking me while talking to one of her children, only removing me from her mouth when she needed to speak.

“Uh-huu… mmm… he is very important to me too,” she said between mouthfuls. Tears were beginning to stream down her face as she silently sucked me, her throat stretching as she tried to accommodate me. But no, as their conversation continued I realised this was something else. Jessica was saying something important to her and these looked like tears of joy… or redemption. A minute later she was blubbing while she choked on my cock and I stroked her fine hair to soothe her, pulling long wet strands from her face, holding her blonde locks up to stop them cascading around my abdomen, forming a curtain to obscure the illicit act.

“You don't have to say anything more, sweetheart…” she said, hoarsely, as she descended down my cock, then back up again, “you're the most loving and conscientious daughter any mother could ask for. I only wish I was better for you… all” Jessica replied with something that made Sophie wince, “Sorry–” she gulped. “Oh Jessica…” She cried as Jessica continued to explain something at length. Sophie sucked gently on my cock head as she considered her words. It seemed like, once again, her emotional switch had been flipped to full. Tears continually streamed down her face and the blowjob had become erratic but this only seemed to stimulate me more. The unpredictability of her suction and wet friction was bringing on my orgasm.

“Mmmphh–” is all Sophie could reply to my girlfriend, sniffing through snot, tears, precum and drool. “Oh Jess…” she murmured, as I gently stroked my fingers through her hair before holding her head, helping her as she performed oral sex on me to the sounds of her youngest daughter’s voice. I stroked her cheek as she sensed my climax building, trying to suck me off whilst listening to her daughter’s beautiful confession. Her lips were sucking wildly now and we held eye contact, reading my face to be aware of my impending ejaculation. “Jess–” 

Sophie was a physical and emotional mess now. But quickening the pace, her tongue darted around me, catching me off guard, and my breathing grew even heavier. I stared wide eyed at the phone by her ear, only making out the occasional word of Jessica’s lengthy conversation. To be blown by her mother whilst listening to the sweet tones of my girlfriend was beyond anything we had done previously. Never breaking eye contact, Sophie opened my mouth and throat and took all of my cock at once. When she reached the base, with her nose in my pubes, she stuck out her tongue and licked at the top of my hairless nut sack while throating my whole dick.

"Ohhhh fuuuuck…” I whispered so as not to be overheard.

So she did just that; fuck my cock with her face. Her head moved back and forth so quickly that it became a blur of swaying blonde hair as she took my entire cock down her throat over and over. I managed to reach down to grasp one of her bouncing tits as she continued her assault on my poor, tingling member and looked on in morbid horror as she moaned into the phone as I squeezed her breast. Her daughter was still talking, and my cock was throbbing in her mothers throat, but I didn’t care. The only sounds in the room were the distant voice of my girlfriend coming from the phone, my long, low, incessant groaning and Sophie’s wet throat taking and releasing, gagging and stretching over my twitching length. I sat up, with my hands still holding her head and started to fuck her face. My balls slapped against her chin as my cock disappeared between the married woman's plump lips. The sensation was indescribable. I could sense the sperm squirming around inside my testicles, desperate to erupt out of my urethra. My cock suddenly tightened, and I felt a glob of clear seminal fluid escape from my cock, preparing the way for the flood that would be soon to follow, lubricating the tube, spilling onto Sophie’s tongue. She was really going to do it. She was going to let me cum in her mouth while she listened to her youngest's intimate confessions, her eyes, still staring into mine, lit up as her daughter continued to talk. I felt my semen loading up the underside of my shaft, priming my cock for ejaculation. I felt my cock swell in her mouth and she sucked me hard, feeling the first spermatozoa slowly work their way out through the narrow passage to the end of my dick.

"Oh god, Oh Sophie, I can't hold on!” I whispered, as she descended all the way down to the base of my throbbing tool. I felt the head of my cock expand deep down her throat and then, opening her eyes wide, she watched as my massive balls, hanging only inches in front of her, began to pump my thick, creamy cum straight into her stomach.

My hands let go of her fine blonde hair as I spurted volley after volley of my cream between Sophie’s wet, shining lips. She pulled my cock out of her throat as I was ejaculating, looking like she was about to drown and her mouth started quickly filling with my hot sperm. She immediately started swallowing, but couldn’t keep up with the incredible, mind-blowing amount of cum erupting from my dick. She still kept on sucking me, her huge tits swaying, her blonde hair mussed but shimmering, her mouth wrapped around the head of my cock. Her throat worked its magic around my penis, gulping and swallowing my cum as he poured what felt like gallons of sticky jizm onto her tongue. As I looked into her amazing blue eyes I watched as his excess spunk burst past her lips and ran down her chin in a creamy waterfall, covering her impressive boobs in much the same way I had painted Ellen's creamy tits on the video. Jessica was still speaking but her mother didn't look like she was listening to her. She pulled my cock from her mouth and I watched as the final few eruptions exploded onto her face. First one, then two, then a final third rope of cum covered her lightly freckled cheeks, eyes, forehead and mouth. She instinctively closed her eyes to prevent my stinging semen from burning them and I watched with fascination as my thick, white, sticky offering slipped down her body from her breasts, down her tummy and into the tight curls of her red pubic hair.

“Yeah… that's a great plan… not now, let things settle first… Of course!… I'll make sure he knows just how much…." She said into the phone as I caught my breath, the cum meant for her daughter dripping between her breasts. Blinded by his creamy load I can still hear her daughter chatting away and reaching out with her hand she brought her mouth back to the head of my slick penis to lick and suck the cum from my aching tip.

"Oh. My. God." I exclaimed, unable to stop myself as he stared down at Sophie still kneeling over me, gently bobbing her head along the first couple inches of my still hard cock, completely covered in my cum. Her eyes are plastered shut, her mouth, cheeks and breasts shimmering from the cum bath I had given her. And then, as if all that wasn't enough, she took my sensitive member back into her throat, one last time inhaling my length, and pulling back hard to suck every last drop of cum out of my exhausted cock. Reaching the tip again she gave my cock one last kiss. 

"That was awesome," she mouthed, careful not to be overheard. "I also took the biggest load I've ever seen right out of your cock!" She whispered with a wicked smile, wiping some of my cum from her eyes so she could open them.

"Mom? Are you still there?" Jessica's shrill voice could be heard from the phone.

"I was… just busy eating, honey. Couldn't talk with my mouth full!" Sophie replied mischievously as she wiped my cum from from her face, and picked up the phone to continue her conversation. I lay back in a serotonin induced stupor and my married lover lay down next to me, snaking her tongue into my ear, whispering, "When you've recovered, I want you to fuck me until I scream.”

I wondered if Jessica heard my orgasm over the phone. I lay there for a moment, cuddling with her, but she became engrossed in her telephone conversation so I made a decision. "Well, I suppose I should eat something myself?” I suggested but Sophie immediately clamped her legs shut and looked at me in genuine terror.

"Oooh, Jessica, I think your boyfriend is flirting with me."

"Who, me?" I mouthed as she continued her conversation with her daughter. "Foot rub?" I offered instead.

She paused talking and agreed with a relieved nod, "I'd like that." She sat at the far end of my bed and pirouetted until her back rested on the headboard and her feet were in my lap. She set my device to speakerphone as I worked her feet as she chatted with her daughter. I knew precisely why she did it; using my girlfriend's sweet voice to distract me from my overpowering need to pleasure her, "Hey, how did the assessment go?" She asked quietly and my fingers began to message her toes.

"Not good. The lecturer was away on a family emergency. I ended up with a guy who had no idea who I was, who hadn't reviewed my work. It was a train wreck. But enough of me, it's after midnight so I suppose I should be getting some sleep… and so should you, Mom! I’m glad you could talk to me tonight. I just wanted to find you and send you my personal birthday wishes. So Happy Birthday Mom! Now–" Shit! It’s her birthday? Today? How the fuck had I forgotten that! Sophie sighed, her plan to keep it secret instantly backfiring.

“It's your birthday?” I said in shock, “Why didn't you say anything?”

“The events of the day kinda brushed it to the side, but don't worry, I've reached the big 4-0 and I don't want to be reminded about that.”

“But I could have at least got you a card… a present?”

“I got the biggest present yesterday and for that I’ll be eternally grateful.” She smiled Ellen’s crooked smile as she absent mindedly rubbed my spunk into her breasts.

“I hope at least he prepared some midnight treats for you,” Jessica giggled and my heart fluttered.

"Ahh yes, your boyfriend is showing me a wonderful time. He's rubbing my feet right now."

"He gives good foot rub Mom. Actually I want to talk to both of you." Moving her feet from my lap, she slid back down onto the bed and leaned her body against me as she flicked on my camera. My screen sprang to life to reveal that Jessica was sitting-up in her bed, her back resting on the headboard, a blanket pulled across her chest. Her shoulders were bare. Was she wearing any clothes? "Hey, are you taking good care of Mom?"

"I’m trying to, I wish I had known." I said as I made sure we both looked respectable in view of the camera.

"Then give Mom a birthday kiss from me." I shook my head with embarrassment but Sophie turned her head and she brushed her lips on mine in a simple kiss.

Jessica sighed in disappointment, "C'mon, you can do better than that." Holding the phone in one hand she turned her shoulders, wrapped her slender fingers around my head and pulled me towards her. I acquiesced and ran my hand down her side as we kissed each other. My lips moved on hers, hers on mine and I felt my poor, overworked penis begin to lurch back to life as our tongues mingled. I could taste my own semen in her mouth. Jessica blushed happily on the phone and announced, "That's much better. Now you two don't stay up too late, and sleep soundly. Love you both." With that she ended the call.

Sophie clicked off the phone and placed it onto the bedside table, turned towards me, and said, "My daughter told me that life begins at forty, she also mentioned that I might get lucky tonight… and get a very special present. Do you know what she was talking about?"

"Not sure, but I'd hate for you to be disappointed. Do you see anything all wrapped up lying around?"

"Just one thing," she said seductively and tugged down the duvet I had hidden myself under, "Could she have meant you?"

"Maybe, should we call back and ask?"

"No, she is already in bed, we wouldn't want to wake her. We'll assume I'm right and check with her in the morning." She pulled the duvet over our naked bodies and ran her hand over my chest, "Nice," then pressed her hot mound up against my hardening penis, “You feel so good, Jeff. No wonder Ellen wanted you from the moment she saw you.”

“The first time I saw Ellen… we were both naked,” I reminisced. 

“That explains things,” Sophie giggled, “I am so sorry she put you through hell. If she really loved you she would have ended up with you… she didn’t need to do any of that because it was clear to us all… you were in love with her.”

"Fate found a way. By chance I met Jessica and… everything seemed so right. Ellen was jealous I guess… but she was seeing Jerome, I was already nothing more than a friend to her.”

“A friend with benefits.”

“I did love Ellen. She looks just like you. When I saw Ellen for the first time… I thought she was you. It was love at first sight.” She looked at me for a moment with a stunned expression on her face… then pounced on me. Our lips met in a hot, wet kiss and we stayed like that, kissing passionately, for an age. My hands were in Sophie's hair. Hers were on my backside. When we came up for air I began to say, “Wow, what was tha–” when she kissed me again, grinding her sex over my fully formed erection. I dropped my hands to cup her round ass, pulling her against me as our tongues explored each other’s mouths. Then we separated once more, lacing our hands together as we lay back on the bed gasping for air.

“Do you realise what you just said?” Sophie panted.

“Huh?” I replied, my mind a befuddled mess.

“You said you were looking at Ellen, but you thought she was me. You have no idea what that does for my self esteem,” she is staring at me, her eyes shining, “You then said it was love at first sight.”

“Oh… yeah?” I realised, “I suppose, technically speaking, I met you first… when you had just moved in next door. You were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.”

“I met you when you were little,” she giggled like a schoolgirl, “When we moved in you seemed to watch me all the time. So, was I… the object of your teenage fantasies?” I nodded. “You said… it was love at first sight… did you… love me?” Sophie then whispered, fearing my answer.

It was my turn to look shocked… thinking back… remembering… She was a part of something that filled my heart with warmth even when I was little. Had I fallen for her the moment I saw her? Had I settled for Eleanor, the younger version? I did love Sophie. Maybe I always loved her.

“I guess… I always fantasised about you. But I needed a friend and Ellen threw herself at me. I did fall in love with her… and I will probably forgive her… in time. There were times when… we were being intimate… when she pretended she was you."

"Really?” I saw Sophie blushing, “Ellen’s loss is my gain. I already told you but I need to say it again. Ellen was right, and the twins know this too: I do love you. I wish I was carrying your baby, not my undeserving daughter. Joseph and I had a long talk before bed… If you are the father of Eleanor’s baby then we have decided to try and get custody. She's not… fit… or ready… to be a mother. We want to be parents to your unborn child, Jeff.”

“I am ready to be a father if I need to be. I will do the right thing by Ellen, you, and the twins. I knew I was having unprotected sex. I will face the consequences.”

“She is so undeserving of you but your baby will know you are an amazing daddy. We will make sure of it. I promise you, your children will know who their father is. The sweetest, kindest and most passionate man I have ever met.” Sophie kissed me above my heart. I held out my arms and she fell into my embrace. A glorious, warm, soft embrace, her naked breasts squashed against my stomach, her head on my chest. I stroked her long blonde hair and ran my hand down her back to the flare of my buttocks.

“I'm nothing special. I just want to be worthy… good enough,” I whispered, my cock rigid and pressing into her loins.

She stroked my chest and traced a fingernail gently down my sternum, making me shiver with desire. “I had time to think after you'd gone. It was sobering. It felt like an ending, Jeff. The last twenty-four hours have been an emotional roller coaster… for all of us… and I felt… like I had lost my daughter… but also that I had lost you. I started out by thinking how crazy it would be for us to have a relationship, with me being old enough to be your mother. But the more I thought about it the less that seemed to matter. I meant it when I said we were family, and I don't mean that in an incestious way. I love you but I know the twins love you too. I need you to know, whatever we are, whatever we become, I won't stand in the way of my daughter's happiness. I would do anything for them, even give you up.”

“It seems Jessica expects us… to be together. I mean… she just saw you… and you were covered in…”

“She told us to have fun,” Sophie replied calmly. I felt like my life was approaching a crossroads and my final destination was hanging on this conversation. “But I will give you up if she wishes it… and if you want to end this… your happiness and hers matters more to me than mine.”   

“I don't want to give you up, Sophie.”

I saw her eyes begin to glisten, “If you really do want me then... well… here I am.”

My path was chosen. In truth it had been chosen a long time ago. I rolled Sophie gently onto her back and kissed her, my lips just brushing hers, savouring the moment, smelling her perfume, stroking her full breasts, round, heavy and pert, her nipples big and hard. She moaned softly and I pressed my lips harder, working them slowly against her, opening my mouth, feeling hers opening for me, sliding my tongue into her like we were lovers… which is exactly what we were. We kissed for long minutes, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues, tasting saliva, sucking on lips. Sophie lovingly kissed me back, biting gently on my lower lip, darting her tongue into my mouth, sharing fluids. I cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples gently and she groaned into my mouth as she ran her fingernails lightly down my back, making me shudder with arousal. Then my hand explored lower, sliding over her soft tummy, feeling the contours of her pelvis, feeling the tight, tidy bush of her pubic hair, silky and curly between my fingers. I cupped her vulva and she opened her legs for me in a subconscious act of submission. I quickly found her labia with a probing fingertip, tracing the folds of flesh, up and down, pressing lightly to part them, sliding my long middle finger inside her. Then I slowly finger fucked her. Sophie's vaginal passage was warm and wet so I added my index finger and slid them both deep inside my girlfriend’s mother's vagina until she broke our kiss and gasped out loud, “Oh, fuuuuck!” 

“Is that nice?” I murmured into her ear as I curled my fingers, seeking her special spot.

“It's wonderful,” she breathed. I leaned down and kissed her check gently, then grabbed her own wandering hands and pushed them into the mattress above her head and we pressed our bodies together tightly. I started grinding into her thigh as she tried grinding back into me and our breathing became heavy. I dug my arms under hers and around her back, up and over her shoulders; preparing myself for what was to come. Sophie's nipples had grown an inch long and were poking into my own chest. We were naked but warm without the covers. At this point we had thrown all our inhibitions out the window and our mating ritual was getting dangerously close to penetration.

"Sophie?" I questioned, looking for answers as I gently humped her through her strawberry blonde pubic hair. She replied by humping back at me, hard, but then stopped and brought her hands back to my body, running them all over my taught buttocks, sending shivers through me. I reached between her thighs, parting her legs, and caressed her very wet vagina.

"Oh, yes," Sophie whispered as I rubbed harder, aggressively probing into her wet mound. Within seconds, I felt her quiver beneath me in anticipation. I removed my dick from the equation and using one strong hand I pinned her wrists as I circled her clit using the fingers of my free hand, but never touched it. Then I slipped in one finger, then two back inside her and she moaned out curse after curse from the pleasure, her pussy dripping in my hand as I worked my fingers back and forth, faster and faster, stretching her from the inside out until, within moments, she came hard in my hand. I felt her pussy clenching, then releasing, hot and tingling, wet and super sensitive. I placed my slick fingers to her lips to quiet her, Sophie's pussy continuing to spasm and gush as I took her wrists and pinned her hands back above her head.

"P–please… ah fuck… I–I can't keep quiet!" Sophie whined, her eyes dilated and unfocused in the aftershocks of her first birthday present. My other hand went back to work on the forty year olds needy vagina. I smirked, watching her intently as my middle finger finally made contact with her clit. Sophie jumped and cried out into the night, pulling down hard on her wrists but was unable to free them. I repeated my deliberate contact with her most sensitive nub of pleasure, back and forth and back and forth, slowly, but with pressure. She began to tense and tremble trapped beneath as I worked her swollen clitoris, pressing it down and holding it firmly…and that was enough. Sophie's head flailed around on the pillow and her eyes rolled back, her body in spasming as she came even harder than before. I let her have an uninterrupted climax, taking my fingers from her convulsing cunt, and watching her as she shook and spasmed on my bed. Her orgasm lasted for a full twenty seconds until she eventually fell limp. She was out of breath, gasping, small beads of sweat starting to form on her flushed freckled breasts. 

My fingers came to rest on her clit, applying no pressure at first but then I began to move my fingers again, very slowly. "No no no…" Sophie slurred, still recovering. "S–stop that, you... I mean, I… already…" she trailed off, feeling my finger slip back inside her.

The blonde looked into my eyes, pleadingly, as I slowly finger fucked her. First one finger, then two. Finally I was back to giving her three fingers, stretching her tiny tight pussy. "You already… what?" I asked with a smirk.

Sophie shook her head, unable to process the pleasure she was feeling. "I already… y–you just have t–to stop..." she gasped, feeling my finger tracing her clitoris again. "You can't ke–keep doing this! I–I can't take it..."

"Oh?" I grinned. "The birthday girl has had enough?" I began to circle her clit fast, harder, still finger fucking me. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked, my fingers now curling and wiggling inside her, and my thumb was rubbing circles on the tip of her sensitive clit.

"No!" Sophie cried out, “I’m just–so fucking–sensitive!”

I lowered my mouth slowly, bringing my lips to her wet, swollen, labia. I did nothing more but blow gently on her pussy making her moan and sigh. At that moment, my next door neighbour's pussy was the centre of my universe. One hand still secured her wrists against my headboard, the other still delicately explored her flower petals. My lone finger trailing slowly up and down her twitching wet gash made Sophie buck her hips uncontrollably and I too was losing my mind, slowly becoming more animalistic in my need, driven solely by sexual desire. To her surprise and utter delight, my fingertip pressed back into her pussy hole, softly sinking into her feminine folds. The walls of her vagina were constantly contracting on their own, desperate to swallow and cling tightly around the penetration. One inch... then two... teasing her, until I withdrew my long finger devastatingly slowly, leaving a string of pussy juice following the fingertip. Before she could cry out further, my finger slid back inside again, making her moan in pleasure as I thrust in and out again, gaining speed, building her up again, feeling her walls clenching and pulsating around it.

"Jeff! Stop! Staaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" She cried out, desperately, as I felt her body go into spasm as another orgasm ripped through her. 

Sophie’s pussy tightened and released quickly around my fingers, as my thumb pressed harder on her clit. Another shock blasted through her and I smiled as I watched the confused pleasure run across her face. With a twisted grin, I moved my fingers against her g-spot and rubbed furiously. Her beautiful blue eyes shot open, her jaw dropped as another orgasm claimed her body. I gently caressed her special spot for a while, watching her cum over and over, never giving her even a second break. She tried to pull her restrained wrists free from my grasp, but I just held them tighter and fingered her until her skin became red hot to the touch.

"FUCKING STOP... PLEASE, PLEASE STOP! MERCY, JEFF... STOP! OH SHIT! NAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiii…" Her scream trailed off as she lost her mind completely.

Sophie's orgasms were brutally intense as nothing but my fingers forced orgasm after orgasm out of her. But I was nothing like Ellen and showed my lover mercy, slowing down and beginning to cease my carnal attentions. The birthday girl moaned so loudly during that final climax that we froze, my hand still in her pussy, listening to the house for indications that anyone had heard us. When no one stirred after a few moments, I removed my fingers and released her hands. Sophie looked completely fucked as she cloapsed onto my bed, motionless, breathing heavily. She didn't utter a word or move for quite some time, lost in her own euphoria, as I cuddled my naked body against her perfect nude female form.

“Happy birthday, Sophie,” I whispered into her ear after a minute or two. I kissed her neck and she shivered at my loving touch.

"Thank you very much for my present," she whispered back, “You didn't have to do that. Because… I was hoping for something else?” 

“Just like Ellen. Never satisfied!” I joked.

She kissed the top of my head and I slipped a hand onto her perky firm breast. "So, should I pretend to be my daughter?"

I rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger. “No Sophie, Ellen pretended to be you. You never need to pretend to be her. I've wanted you since I first saw you,” I whispered. “Just be you. Why be her?”

I let go of her nipple, sliding my hand down her tummy, dragging a fingertip through her pubes, along her gaping pussy slit and worked it back inside her. "Ah! Fuuuuuck… Maybe… Maybe because of the happy bounce in my daughter's step after she'd been with you. She should have moved mountains to keep you happy,” Sophie replied in a seductive tone, “I watched you both… and I wanted more than anything… to be her.” 

“I thought she was the one… how wrong could I be? But now… I’m worried that I will ruin my relationship with the twins again… just by being with you. I don't want to make them jealous.”

“Maybe I'll be the one who is jealous when I see you with them? But don't worry, Rachel and Jessica are young but clever. They understand what we mean to each other. We can keep this between ourselves.”

“Why me?”

“Because… I don’t know… it’s like I was somehow supposed to find you. You’re my soul mate, Jeff. You’re intelligent, handsome, and you turn me on. I love the way you make me feel." Sophie's hand moved over my chest, then lower, tracing my abdominal muscles and she brought her lips to mine. This kiss was powerful, and intense, and as our tongues danced once more I pushed a second, then a third finger back inside her, keeping her vagina in that tingly state of arousal. I twisted them, moving them in and out, and listened to her soft moan, "...and I love the way you touch me."

Rocking my fingers inside her I manipulated her engorged, slippery clit with my thumb in a teasing circular motion as I lowered my mouth to her sensitive tit; Sophie gasped when I enclosed her right nipple with my lips. I covered her right breast with my mouth, caressing the firm flesh with my tongue; her nipple throbbed and stiffened. Then, placing her head on my shoulder, she whispered, "It's just us now. Alone. Maybe for the last time… for at least a while…" Holding her to me I moved my fingers inside her overworked sex, a little faster, a little harder, and rocked my thumb on her clit. The intensity of her moans increased and she was soon jabbing her hips into my hand in desperation. “I need you, Jeff. Please… don't deny me this last request?”

“Do you want to have sex with me?"

"Mmmhhh–y--yes! I need you… inside me! Fuck me?"

"Like I fucked Ellen?"

"Uhh Huhhh," Sophie whimpered, “Me… instead of her...” 

"That's what you really want for your birthday isn't it? Me."

"I want you. I love you! Make love to me?”

"I was in love with Ellen," I muttered, “I fell in love with the twins. I know, deep inside my heart, I need to be anything and everything to Jessica. But even she… wants me to give myself to you… is this how it's supposed to be?” She could see I was completely conflicted. Even though my fingers were teasing her sex, I needed this explicit permission from her.

She bit my shoulder but I did not react, I was completely lost within the labyrinth of my mind. "Yes Jeff… Jessica... mmmmmhhhhhhhh, Jess wants… we need to be… mmmmph… family! You gave me… a future! Nnnnaaaaaghhhh! She knows… and that's... mmmhhhhhhhhhhh, what... mmmm… she wants... mmmmhhhhhhhhhh!" I pulled on her nipple and her moan grew louder and higher in pitch. "It's mmmmmmmph, w–whathhhhuuuu… I… ffnnnnnnnngh… want!" Curling my upper body I took her nipple into my mouth. "I'm..." I sucked it, hard. "...going...' I rolled it between my teeth. "...fucking… fuucckking..." I bit it. "...cuuummmmm!" 

With an animal sound that filled my bedroom Sophie’s body jerked, her breast was ripped from my mouth, and I curled my fingers and pummeled them into her g-spot. Pinned on those fingers, the married woman let out a stifled high pitched howl as yet another incredible climax claimed her. Her pheromone laden juices were pouring from her, permeating through my room with the heavy scent of woman, the chemical compounds infusing in my brain, bonding us and preparing my body for sexual intercourse. She was shaking and shuddering as I conducted her as if she was a harmonious symphonic orchestra, cresting and punctuating each crechendo with a fluttering of her vaginal walls and the spasming of her muscles. Finally, too sensitive to allow me to continue, she frantically pushed me from her, whimpering, "Stop, stop, stop, please stop, can't... take... any... more."

I pulled out my fingers from her sex and, head buried in my chest, Sophie hugged me, quivering, sucking in air, the orgasm continuing to echo through her wracked form, until she slumped backwards again. "I'm so glad... I raised... my daughters... to share," she said in a shaky voice, “But… I mean it. I know I will need to let you go… one day.”

“Just not today,” I smiled down at her, holding her close once more and kissed the top of her head, feeling the heat radiating from her nude form, “it is your birthday after all.”

I loved this part of our sexual encounters. I relished the feel of a real woman recovering from the heightened bliss attained due to my ministrations. I watched her freckles, seemingly more prominent, glow upon Sophie’s shoulders and chest, as it rose up and down with every deep breath she took. I had given pleasure to this woman, a woman more than twice my age, a woman I loved. A woman who had given birth to daughters who I was also devoted to, a woman who was my next door neighbour and best friend to my unsuspecting parents. A married woman, her husband, a man I respected. A forbidden woman who seemed to love the taboo nature of our intercourse as much as I did. Sophie was a loving mother and devoted wife, but she was now also my lover, confidant and protector. She had made me hers and I loved the feeling of just holding her in my arms. My penis had recovered from her blow job and now stood proud, an obelisk erected in her honour, fresh seed prepared in my heavy balls, unspent… and it didn’t matter. In these moments I was the happiest man on earth. Her willowy form, the template for her incredibly attractive daughters, was laid out before me, skin flushed, in her birthday suit. When she had recovered enough from her climactic orgasm I looked into her gorgeous blue eyes. With a mischievous grin, she reached down and wrapped her hand around my fully erect penis. 

"I can see why my daughters are so happy,” she complimented me breathlessly, “Do you think you can keep us all happy?”

"I'm not sure any man's up to that, but I'll do my best."

"Good answer," with that she pumped my rigid shaft with one hand and cupped my balls with the other. When a drop of pre-cum emerged she dragged her thumb over the crown and down the underside of my cock, sliding it on the thick slimy liquid. I dipped my head and kissed her as she worked my shaft, getting me hard and slippery, preparing me for sex. "Jeff, will you make love to me now?"

"Yes, Sophie” I whispered without hesitation. She wasn’t shy about what she craved; she wanted to be bred. It wasn’t just sex. It wasn’t just about that primal need to be filled, to feel a man’s seed inside her, over and over again. She was obsessed with the idea, driven by a need so deep it almost scared me. She didn’t just want to express her love for me, she wanted the act, the feeling, the raw animalistic connection that came with it. This was true love between equals. She felt like… family. Yes, I loved her. I was in love with her and was always thinking about her. Like right now… in a way that I shouldn't. I knew that what we did and who we were to each other was wrong, but I couldn't help myself. Sophie was almost an obsession, something that was out of my control. And finally, I accepted it.

From top to bottom, I adored her. She was a tall woman, but perfectly formed. Like a precious diamond. A jewel that I wanted to have all for myself. Now she was forty years old, and I didn't just appreciate her, I wasn’t just sexually attracted to her; she was an essential part of my existence. Like she had given birth to me too. Like I was a part of her… supposed to be a part of her. I thought about her all the time. Why was she so special? Because to me, she was perfect. I used to prefer my women to be big-breasted, but she changed that. Her perfect pear shaped mounds were things of beauty, and if I could, I would stare at them all day. However, that would be silly. There is more of her to admire than just her tits. Her waist was narrow, and I liked that just as much as her child bearing hips, but not as much as I liked her peachy bottom. Sophie sat upright on my bed, expectantly, and ready for procreation. Her strawberry blonde hair was worn loose and long. The beautiful waves flowed over her shoulders and caressed the small of her back. She wore minimal makeup, some mascara lined her velvety lashes and a tiny bit of lip glass gave her plush lips a sexy come hither appeal. And she was desperate, and I could feel it in every look she sent me. If I committed to this we would be at it for hours like rabbits, just the way she liked it. But it wasn’t enough. She needed more—more stamina, more cum, more chances to finally get what she wanted.

“Then fuck me,” Sophie whispered as she lay back. 

“I will."

Sophie positioned herself in the middle of the bed and she opened her legs. I loomed over her as we looked at each other lovingly. This moment seemed so surreal now. We eyed my erection mere inches from her very wet pussy, oozing precum as it waved in the air. She spread her legs a little wider and pulled my knees back as she held out her arms to me. As I mounted her she pressed up against me to make sure I could feel the wetness between her thighs. Her sensitive nipples were tortured by the teasing brush of my chest hair as I lowered myself down and our lips met in a kiss. Our tongues danced as her body arched toward me. I could feel my cock throbbing with need and she gasped as my teeth nipped her neck. I pushed up, away from her, on my arms, my muscles rippling as they took my weight. I stared at the beautiful targets standing proud on her chest; perfectly circular pink areola and extended, hardened nipples. I dipped my head down, unable to stop myself from latching onto her sensitive swollen nipple and suckled. My lips pulled tight and she gasped while my fingers caressed the other. I knew what she liked, how to bring her to the breaking point and then leave her wanting more. Not to be outdone she met my every act of passion with one of her own. Her fingers traced lazy shapes across my shoulders and down to my ass cheeks. She gripped and kneaded my firm butt flesh gently pulling my lower abdomen to the source of her heat. Every now and then I pinched her nipple to chastise her, eliciting a gasp of pleasure, teasing her to the point of breaking and then pulled back, pressing my lips to hers enveloping her in the ever hotter conflagration of our passion. 

Sophie arched against me, wordlessly begging me to take her, all the while matching me pleasure for pleasure. But she was right, it was time. My hips descended but she quickly grasped my cock in her hand. It was rock hard and the blue veins were standing proud through the taut skin. The head was swollen so that its diameter was significantly larger than the shaft. 

As I reached down she whispered, "No, let me do it."  I was obedient and lowered my pelvis to a position that would allow her to insert the head of my cock into her vagina. "Kiss me while I put it in for you," she instructed me, taking charge. 

I smiled and as I slid my tongue into her open mouth she moved the head of my cock up and down her wet slit, each time with a little more pressure. For a forty year old her pussy was admirably tight and the head of my cock was large. Finally on about the fifth excursion up and down her pussy the engorged head of my cock popped through the opening and my cockhead slipped between her slippery labia. My penis felt wonderful as it nuzzled between the lips of her pussy, moving up and gently bumping the super sensitive spot at the tip of her clit. Sophie’s hips rolled back, ready to receive me and the head slipped between the lips, separating them, seeking the opening to the warm channel below. It found its path, and I felt her pussy stretching and widening as it began to accept my girth. She quietly shrieked into my mouth as my cock spread her pussy lips and finally invaded her tight womanhood. My rigid hardness opened up the hot channel of her sex as it moved into her body. Her arms were raised to caress my shoulders, her legs around my hips, her pussy tilted upward to receive me and I penetrated my girlfriend’s mother, deeper and deeper. I felt every squishy unevenness, every fold, as my cockhead stretched her vaginal passage open. It was exquisite.

"Oh fuck, yes. Make love to me, Jeff. Make me yours again. I love you so much."

I lowered my body fully onto hers, her lips melted against mine, her tongue hunting down my tongue as we kissed hungrily, her nipples stiffening against my chest as we finally joined. She rolled her hips with mine as my hands reached down and cupped her buttocks, tilting her slightly and then we felt my thickness against the deep inner folds of her vagina. We understood, non-verbally, that we wanted to savour this moment and enjoy the intimacy and passion we were sharing so I eased my erection slowly from inside her box, and then back into her welcoming pussy. Sophie turned her pelvis up to meet my gentle thrusts and then grasped my ass hard and pulled me down into her. This time I gasped in pleasure as my cock sank into her buttery flesh all the way to the hilt. I had filled up her most intimate place with the swollen penis that had made a baby inside her eldest daughter. Our bodies naturally responded to the desire we were both feeling and, without thinking, we were already undulating in a perfect rhythm with each other, seeking to start that magical dance that only a man and woman can share.

“Oh, Sophie,” I breathed into my ear as I thrust into her.

"You can fuck me harder if you want to?" Sophie whispered to me, "Show me how much you love me." I loved Sophie very much! My body went into overdrive. Her hips undulated slightly as we began our forbidden copulation, her boobs were gently swaying, a teasing motion that drew my gaze to them. Her freckles, scattered like constellations across her shoulders and chest, trailed down to the soft dip of her collarbone and the gentle swell of her breasts, their pink, upturned nipples, hardening under my appreciative stare. My breath caught, eyes devouring her body, savouring her beauty as we fucked. A hand rising to cup her tits, thumbs flicking her nipples, then rolling them between my fingers as she arched forward with a soft moan. Sophie was breathing hard and closed her eyes as our nude bodies worked together in perfect synchronicity, her chest rising and falling as I pounded my manhood into her. When she finally looked back up at me, her eyes blazed with raw, unguarded need. 

"You do love me," she whispered, her voice low and needy. Her freckled breasts bounced, nipples flushed and hard. "Fuck, Jeff... I need you to cum inside me. Now," she demanded with a sultry growl. She pushed my shoulders back, grinding against me, my groans mingling in a heated chorus. Her hands moved to hold my arms, feeling my muscles flexing under her palms as I pistoned into her pussy hard. Her walls were still pulsing from her climax, clenching tight around his length, slick and scorching. We both cried out, the sound raw and primal, her hips rising up to meet my downward thrusts in a fierce rhythm. "Fuck... so full," Sophie moaned, head thrown back, breasts bouncing wildly as I fucked her.

Sophie’s blonde hair was splayed out like an explosion on my pillow. Her dilated blue eyes were locked with mine. Her body gently jolted to the rhythm of our sex. She pulled her knees up so they were above her stomach and spread her legs comfortably for the ride. I pumped in and out of her with the full length of my cock, the outstroke leaving only the head inserted. As I fucked her I used my lips alternately on her breasts and her mouth. She was even wetter now than she was when I was fingering her! Her hands braced on my chest, she ground her clit against my base with each thrust, chasing the friction. Sweat beaded on her skin, freckles glistening, her nails raking red trails down my back and arms as I leaned forward, capturing her mouth in an intense, devouring kiss. She was an equal to me in our fornication, her hands gripping my ass, pulling my hips against her as I thrust deeper, the slap of skin echoing off the walls. "Don't stop... so good," she growled against my lips, the day's pent up tension fueling this relentless drive. My hips pistoned up to bury myself fully on each stroke, drawing sharp gasps at each collision. She broke the kiss to arch back, one hand bracing on his thigh for leverage, the other pulling at her nipple, pushing herself toward the edge again, her moans turning to desperate cries.

"Harder... fuck, oh fuck," she gasped, her pace unrelenting, inner muscles fluttering around me as pleasure coiled tighter. The bed creaked violently under us, sheets twisting in knots, the air thick with the scent of their passion.

I felt myself begin to lose rhythm and stiffen, which foretold my impending orgasm but I would be damned if I was ending this just yet. I continued to kiss her and with my cockhead pressing against her cervix I still my pistoning hips. I took deep breaths, trying to control my need to breed my older lover, and slowly but surely I felt my immediate urge to cum recede. Now Sophie took control. She began to rhythmically grind her clit on the hard base of my cock where it met her body. The grinding increased in its intensity and after a minute she moaned "Oh fuck! I'm going to cum again!" The involuntary shudder returned to her abdomen but she continued the grinding with something close to violence! "Oh fuck, Oh fuck, Oh fuck…" I lost count of how many times she repeated her mantra before her orgasm claimed her. 

I took over and wrapping an arm around her waist to maintain the momentum and I fucked her without breaking stride as her climax vibrated through her. Her legs locked around my hips, heels digging into my back as I drove down into her with relentless intensity. As she shook uncontrollably beneath me I felt her flood my cock with her wonderful wetness, squirting into my pubic hair. I watched her close her eyes and shake her head back and forth, her blonde hair cascading over the pillow as she tried to remain silent. Our forbidden fornication now continued with a slow rhythm, acclimating to each other. Soon her arms were back around my neck, her legs still around my waist, and her manicured nails pressing to my back as she purred into my ear, "You always feel so good inside me, you make me feel so warm… but please… now I want you to nut inside me."

“Are you sure?” I breathed, my face determined, my body sheened in sweat.

“I need it,” Sophie panted.

I worked my lips down her slender neck, Sophie dropped her head back, offering me more of her soft, delicate skin. I kissed her there, ducked my head once more, and sucked a nipple. Her fingers entwined themselves in my hair, bringing my head back to hers and she thrust her tongue into my mouth. Then we fucked, fast and hard; I drove my prick into her as Sophie's hips angled up to meet each thrust. She tightened her legs around me, her thighs trembling on my sides. The mattress springs squeaking in libidinous harmony.

"Oh yes, Jeff, just like that. Fuck me just like that." Our bodies smacked together in a raucous rhythm. Her pussy pulsated, my dick throbbed. I clasped my arms around her shoulders, holding her in place, thrusting into her hard, and we bounced on my bed. The headboard started a gentle but audible, rhythmic banging and I worried about my parents sleeping down the hallway. They never noticed or chose to ignore the nocturnal noises that emanated from my bedroom so as the bed frame began to creak in protest to our calorie burning coupling I was happy they were some distance away. "I love this, love you, give it to me, you won’t break me, fuck me harder," she hissed as I worked her clit with my pubic bone and she arched her back, forcing her hard clitoris and pointing nipples into my hot flesh. "Yes–FUCK!... Oh, like that! Ah…" Sophie gasped, her hands gripping my hair, pulling me down for another hungry kiss as our bodies slid against each other.

"Oh, Sophie!" I exclaimed as her spasming cunt began flexing on my cock, increasing the friction between us.

"I can still teach… you young-un's… a thing or two," she said in between thrusts. The older woman was an expert in the sack, unsing her vagina like a fuck tool, using her throbbing, rippleing walls to stimulate my manhood. She grabbed my backside, shimmying her sex on me, desperate to draw my fresh sperm from my testes and into her barren womb. I could feel the pressure building inside me, it was like holding in a piss too long, way too long. Struggling to control myself, I gritted my teeth and fucked the married woman even harder. 

"Look into my eyes… as you let go… Cum for me, Jeff!" Sophie whispered with every in-stroke of my cock. Our intercourse was wonderful. It was almost like a well choreographed dance. "Fuck yes, ah, yeah, that's it, that's it, that's it, fuck that's it, oh yes, yes, yes eeeennnnyyyyaaaahhhh!" She wailed as she won the race and her reproductive system prepared itself to accept my essence, her cunt convulsing, her body shaking, squealing in at an almost inaudible pitch. "FFFUUUUCCCCKKKK YESSSS, I'm cuminnnngggggggg," she sang as she exploded beneath me.

My thrusts became erratic, Sophie's walls clenching in warning. She had beaten me, cumming first again, shattering as she cried out my name; gushing around me, nails biting into my back as waves of pleasure crashed through us both, pulling me over the edge. Sophie's well lubricated pussy began to vibrate causing me to tremble as I poised myself above her on the edge of an almighty orgasm. With a low growl, I pushed myself as deep into my neighbour as I could and my cock began to swell with its impending eruption. We kissed again as I slid my cock in and out of her, my pace slowing, my muscles tensing… once again... my testicles were full, almost bursting… a second time… I felt the old familiar rumbling of my sperm… three times... I looked lovingly into her amazing blue eyes as she instructed and she smiled, knowing she was about to feel me release inside her. As I reached the point of no return she dug her fingers into my back and locked her ankles around my ass. There was no escape and nothing left to do but let the orgasmic wave propel me to my climax. I opened my mouth wide but I couldn't utter a word. I was gasping for oxygen but she reached up and joined her lips to mine and we kissed perfectly. My balls drew themselves up tightly before the orgasmic release wracked my body. My cock swelled up huge as the muscles in my groin fully retracted, momentarily suspended like a roller coaster does as it stalls at the top of a steep climb just before it plunges in a free-fall; I was ready to fire everything I had into Sophie's welcoming womb. I held myself still like that for maybe five or six seconds before my swollen cock could no longer be delayed. My face knotted up and my balls tightened painfully as I reached the pinnacle of ejaculation. I slammed my dick all the way into the depths of Sophie's love nest and nuzzled the head of my penis firmly up against her cervix. Then it happened; I roared as a thick stream of fresh semen shot up from deep within my balls, traveling through my long stiff shaft, and spurted violently into Sophie's forbidden pussy. My first blast of cum caused her hips to visibly buck-up in a double motion to accept my sperm. Her sexy body shuddered and convulsed as her massive orgasm continued and she let out a faint squeal as my baby batter bathed her cervix. Wave after wave of pure carnal pleasure engulfed us both as I forcefully attempted to inseminate her. A second volley of cum shot up the shaft of my cock as I thrust myself completely into her mature spasming vagina. The pleasure was insanely intense. I pivoted my hips, withdrawing my member, and arched my back trying to shove my cock even deeper into her. My balls recoiled, preparing to fire again as my cock swelled even larger within her clutching walls, fully stretching her married cunt.

"Ahhhhh! Ohhhh Jeff! I can feel you… nutting inside me!" she screamed as I pulsed my hot seed inside her, filling her with thick spurts as we convulsed together, then whispered "It's so warm!"

Pressed against her gulping cervix, my instinct to breed had me unload another salvo into her taboo female depths. My cock jerked and recoiled as another hot burst of pent-up semen flooded her womb. Again and again subsequent loads of sperm were launched from my cock and made their home deep inside my matriarchal saviour, giving us both an almost indescribable sensation of ecstasy and fulfillment. Sophie's convulsive orgasms weren't stopping as jet after jet of hot cream filled my illicit lover’s cunt, so much that a river of cum began to gush out of her tight, cock stuffed hole. I felt the last diminishing thick ropes of my cum hurdle down my shaft in quick succession, out the tip of my swollen cockhead and deep into Sophie's inner chamber. With each orgasmic spasm, my body bucked of its own accord until, finally, my balls spent and empty of seed, all I could do was twitch inside Sophie's well fucked vagina with nothing more to give. 

We collapsed together, still joined, our sweat-slicked skin cooling in the warm afterglow, breaths ragged and synced like a shared heartbeat. My head pillowed on her chest, her fingers dragging lazy lines across my body, while my hand roamed her waistline, dipping low to grip her ass possessively. My penis continued to pulse with every beat of my heart inside Sophie's vagina long after she drained my balls, my sperm was set free, flowing and swimming inside of her. We held each other tight, both gasping for air and, after catching our breath, we made out passionately with my cock held tightly by her clutching womanhood, my virile seed spreading its liquid heat to the deepest parts of her. We both lay there basking in the afterglow of what we had just shared. When my heart rate returned to normal I rolled to Sophie's side but she turned with me, keeping my penis sheathed in her vagina. I was so depleted of both cum and energy that I lacked the strength to do anything else, trying to catch my breath while my girlfriend's mother stared into my eyes, her face full of smiles and wonder, as she breathed small sighs of contentment. I could feel a few errant drops of cum escape the clutches of her pussy and begin to lazily roll down our thighs. My gaze homed in on that sight, the aftermath of my handiwork, and I marveled at it. There it was: My cum, oozing out of Sophie's body. I had done that. Sophie's pussy lips were red and raw from the constant chaffing of more than half-an-hour's worth of fucking, but now my cream was where she wanted it: deep inside her womb. I was awe struck by it and all I could see were stars.

I realised that I had been out of it for some minutes and hugged Sophie to me in the afterglow of our joining. I am sleepy with the exhaustion that comes after such orgasmic bliss. The blonde woman put her arms around my back and held me tightly as I attempted to pull out of her but she protested, "No, not yet, stay inside me." 

I did. Like I had any other choice. For several minutes, spent, sweaty, we cuddled into each other as if our lives depended upon it, just wanting the moment to last forever. Finally I lifted my head back to her, kissing her and looking up into her eyes as I finally slipped out of her slippery, cum filled gash, my seed spilling out of her as I did so. Moaning her name I kissed her again and again and Sophie hungrily kissed me back, arching up against me one last time before losing herself in the heat of our copulation. Her arms, already wrapped around me, tightened as she clenched her hands in my hair, moaning my name against my lips and we both understood; we were in love with each other. We gently moved together, both of us lost in pleasure, utterly spent, and smiled sleepily at each other. I wrapped my arms around her and we rolled again so that we were side by side, staring into each other's eyes. She sighed as I stroked her hair, then she lay her head against my chest, listening to my heartbeat as her eyelashes fluttered closed. I smiled, knowing that I was finally free and we had the rest of our lives ahead of us. I fell asleep in her embrace, secure in the knowledge that I was finally safe.

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An hour before dawn, the warmth of Sophie's touch woke me up. We were naked inside the duvet, the blanket pulled down, exposing us. Jessica's Mom rolled over, snuggling up to me. Her body felt warm and inviting, like a gentle heater that warmed me as she pressed up against me. She wrapped her left arm around my shoulder and rested it on my chest. I lay there, slightly snoring, blissfully unaware of how my life was about to change. I could feel Sophie's chest rising and falling with every breath she took. My forty year old lover pulled her hand back, moving from my chest to my shoulder, sending her hands tentatively across my naked body. She gently ran her hands up and down my arm, feeling every curve of my bicep. With each stroke of her fingers, the married mother of three started to kiss the back of my neck. I finally started to stir. I realised that Sophie was enjoying herself and decided to let her have her fun. I lay there feigning sleep for a moment, just enjoying her touch and kisses. I turned my body to lie on my back, and she began to rub my chest. Her hand danced from my chest to the lower part of my stomach. Every time her hand moved up and down, my body began to arch with anticipation of her fingertips and where they might go. She knew that I was starting to get aroused. She could feel my body move every time her hand moved and quietly shifted herself on the bed and moved closer to my exposed body, being ever so careful not to startle me awake. The scent of our mingled juices filled the bedroom, the sheets still damp with sweat and cum. I heard her fill her nostrils as she closed in to kiss the head of my penis. I could feel the fire growing between her legs and her nipples lightly brushed my side as she positioned herself over me, taking my flaccid penis into her hand.

“Good morning, Sophie,” I announced sleepily.

“Shhh it’s still dark… still night… I have to be gone by the morning… don’t let it be the morning.”

She completely removed the sheet that was failing to cover our naked bodies. My soft penis began to respond to her touch and she shuffled down the bed so her head now lay on my stomach. She let her hand slowly and lightly wander over the soft appendage. It twitched. My breathing became deeper… faster… but I didn't move. Instead I looked across at the mirrored wardrobe door and our eyes met in the glass... I could see the urgency in her stare and that realisation drew her even further on. Her body felt on fire. She watched as her hand now guided mine from my side to join her breast. In the mirror I watched her own hand cupping then dipping into her hot, wet pussy... the sight was so erotic. I stared at her mature female form draped over my nude, glistening body. As she caressed my balls my cock became increasingly turgid. The shaft began to swell. Sophie was mesmerised watching it slowly ascend up my body. She wrapped her dainty fist around the shaft and slowly began pulling the skin taught and then sliding it up and over the head just to repeat the cycle again. I saw the sac surrounding my testicles tighten. My breathing was hastening. My abdomen was a solid tense rock. Looking past my cock we could see my toes curling tight like they were cramped. I put my hand on the back of her head to caution her and strangled out a single statement; "The sun is rising, you need to go."

She looked conflicted but she also understood; if she got caught we may never experience or even see each other again. The guilt washed over me as I stared at the forty year old woman masturbating me with her pussy full of my cum. I see her struggling with her own emotions, her face turning pale. She knew; she needed to leave. It was after 4.30AM when we climbed out of my bed. The smell of our union still hung heavily in the humid air. I would need to open the window and strip the bed if I was going to succeed in hiding the truth from my parents: That their best friend was having an illicit affair with their teenage son, having taboo sex together while they slept in their bedroom down the hallway. I pulled on a pair of clean shorts as Sophie found her panties, and pulled them up her cum covered legs. They glistened in the dim light of my bedside lamp. She bent down and I found I had stopped dressing to stare in awe at Sophie's bare ass as she picked up and slipped on her bra. I stood up behind her and helped hook it on as she turned to face me. I was heartbroken as tears began to well in her eyes. I looked at her with sadness as her eyes glistened. Even in the shadows of the room I could see the look clouding her face. Her lips, capable of the tenderest of smiles and such affectionate laughter, were turned down at their soft corners. I wrapped my arms around her, knowing that she needed my touch. I felt her skin slide against me, both of us still glistening from our night of lovemaking. Neither of us spoke, afraid that speaking aloud would have made the oncoming reality loom even closer. I breathed in Sophie's honeyed musk scent and daydreamed that she was carrying my baby, not her wicked eldest daughter. I wondered if Ellen would bear me a son… or a daughter who would look just like her. She would be nothing like her. Joseph and Sophie would see to that if they successfully adopted her child. I hoped she would have a son. That was what she really wanted. That was what drove her to seek out an inappropriate sexual relationship with me. I sighed. I knew we both needed the sleep that was trying to cloud my mind but we fought against it, not wanting to lose any of this time. Sleep could be found sometime later, sometime after today had passed.

"What are you thinking?" I asked into her hair, my fingers tracing lazy circles against the soft mound of her breast. Her hip shifted between my thighs as she held me tightly to her.

"I don't want this to be the last time," Sophie whispered. Her lips brushed my neck when she spoke. 

In response I pulled her tighter into my arms, her supple soft body crushing alongside me like the tender petals of a flower in the palms of my hands. "Do you have any doubts that we won’t continue to be… significant… in each other’s lives? Sophie, I don't want you to leave but it will be daylight soon..." Sophie drew in a heavy breath. Her foot slid against my shin. Cool air gathered over our bodies. "Shh. Don't," I whispered, my fingers stopping her lips before she could utter another word. Her lithe and graceful body slid around me so that I was looking down into her pretty face.

"But I don’t want to go,” she whispered, “Jeff, I want you inside me… one more time… before I leave."

Her lips found mine, as her fingers slid down my throat to rest on my chest, seeking and finding the beating of my heart. We melted into each other slowly, the taste of one another stirred by the cautious touch of our tongues. Her breasts, now held fast in her bra, pressed against my chest as my hands found their way to the sides of her thighs. A soft groan echoed inside her as I playfully caught her lower lip between my teeth. My fingers kneaded the flesh of her ass and my tongue pushed past her lips with its urgency. I raised one hand to the nape of her neck, sliding under her blonde silken hair. I could feel a moan rising in the back of my throat but it was as though the air within me was dissipating. My body tried arching upwards against her of its own violation, like the attraction between two magnets. Like me, she could not control herself. Our biological programming demanded that we procreated, fornicated until we were both sexually satisfied.

From now on our time together was going to be fleeting, but we both realised neither of us were prepared to let the other go so soon. "Oh Jeff… I don’t understand this. I don’t know why I’m so fucking horny for you," Sophie murmured when my teeth pressed against her tender throat. She tilted her head back, her breasts pushing deeper against my chest, my entire body tingling from the sensation of her warm, nude body against me.

We just held each other and continued kissing and caressing. As I lowered my lips, trailing kisses down the length of her neck, she arched her back and sighed pleasurably. Still nuzzling her neck, I sensed faint traces of her perfume--the same exhilarating scent that she left on my pillow each time she visited. The smell and the lingering imagery of her presence there would arouse me each and every time… and I would masturbate to her, fueling my erotic daydreams, in my bed. I tenderly explored her back feeling her bra clad tits crushing into me, each of her nipples rising to become erect and poke into my chest. I moved my hand slowly down over her waist, feeling her abdominal muscles shivering at my touch. I caressed the soft rise of her belly below her navel, loving the soft fleshiness of her skin, and then gently moved my fingers down over her pubic mound to feel the silkiness of her panties. At the same time, Sophie’s hips shifted over me, letting my stiffening cock free to rise up between my thighs. I could feel her heat and the moist lips of her thong covered pussy waiting to grant entrance, my glistening eager cock, my hardness pressing against her becoming a smoldering fire wanting to be ablaze. As we stood there, half dressed, I twisted my hips against her letting her know I wanted her just as much as she wanted me.

"Sophie," I whispered against her ear, tugging at her earlobe with my lips, my breath sifting through her hair. Sighs slide from her into me, slide from me into her. My hand roamed over her taut abdomen to furtively cup the weight of her bra covered breasts. I pinched a swollen nipple between my fingers, twisting it slightly, just enough to elicit a moan from deep inside her.

"Please," Sophie murmured, as my hands explored her hourglass figure, before returning to her breasts. "Jeff, please. It's my birthday, just one more time… one last time?"

My cock was now fully erect, I shifted his hips and it slid perfectly between her thighs, pressing into her camel toe, her puffy labia. I took another sharp inhale. "This can't be the last time… it won't be the last time…" I whispered, fighting the primal urges devouring my inhibitions. My stomach tightened and I waited for her to pull away, or for my eternal shame to begin. We just stood there, quiet for a moment, but we did not part. Sophie began grinding up and down his cock, slowly and subtly, her breath quivering in her throat.

"Jeff..." she said, almost disappointed. "Then do this for me… for my husband… for family?"

I lifted my head, looking down on her slightly. I glanced at her lips, wet with anticipation. Then our eyes met, for what felt like an eternity. I could see them sparkling again, staring deep inside of him. Reigniting the passion in my soul. And then suddenly, with one swift turn of her shoulder, her hand grasped the back of my neck and she pulled my mouth to hers. My body relaxed as I felt her tongue slide in next to mine, her mouth engulfing my upper lip. She held me there for a moment, and I savoured the taste of her. Then the older woman pulled back, staring deep into my eyes. Her hand stroking the back of my neck, my hand nestled above her hip, gently squeezing the skin beneath her panties, knowing I was hers. I opened my mouth to speak but she intercepted it with her own, sliding her tongue between my lips. I felt her hand drop down to the waistband of my shorts, and she tugged them down. As they slipped down my legs, and before I could react, she wrapped her fingers around my cock, guiding it back to the heat of her vulva. The beautiful birthday girl lifted one leg and at the same time I pushed her sticky thong to one side. My cock slowly slid between the lips of her pussy, grazing along her protruding clit. She moaned quietly in the semi-darkness of my room… and I made up my mind. There was a primal need in me. An urge that I couldn’t control. I needed to be inside her, filling her. She pulled away from me a little ways, and stood there as we kissed, my hips gently thrusting my cockhead against her prominent clitoris. I looked at the woman I loved, and she looked at me. Her face was beautiful, not just pretty, truly beautiful in a womanly way her daughters couldn't yet achieve. She was twenty-one years older than me, her wavy blonde hair that still looked like it had just come from a salon, rather a night of illicit sex in my bed. It brushed below her lightly freckled shoulders, and when she saw me staring at her she gave me her cute smile. Sophie had an hour-glass figure: C-cup breasts and a very narrow waist that broadened out into feminine, womanly hips. Her pubic hair was almost ginger, hinting at her true hair colour. The hair in the bush above her pussy was trimmed but so soft, enticing me to run my fingers through it. I never thought I would find a bush attractive… but I definitely did! She had pale skin that glowed with a scattering of freckles, just like her daughters, and I was head over heels in love with her. She kissed me one more time then peeled her lips from mine, all sense of time had left me, replaced by intense need to breed with this adorable woman.

As I held her panties to one side she took my ass cheeks in her hands and pulled me towards her, feeling the touch of my cock against her labia. There was nothing but skin between us now. Skin, her juices, and my precum. I had never been so single minded about anything in my entire life! As she pulled me harder I felt her vaginal lips parting, taking me inside her. The married mother gasped at the welcome intrusion and I rejoiced at the familiar heat surrounding me. After a minute of torturous penetration I wasnburied all the way inside her. The sensation was amazing. She released my buttocks and felt me relax, retreating from her before thrusting again, my manhood making the sensuous journey back into her vagina. She pulled me to her again and again, closing her eyes to savour the feelings that were coursing through her body as I began to fuck her. Our similar heights made stand up sex easy, it crossed my mind that this was the first time I had ever tried it, and it felt so erotically pleasurable. Her nipples were stiff. Her breath was ragged. I sensed she was already close to orgasm and wasn't surprised to see her reach down to rub her clitoris for that little push her over the cliff. I placed my hands securely on her waist to aid my thrusting pelvis and Sophie opened her eyes to see me lovingly looking back at her. My hips began pistoning my erection into her warmth, my hot blood throbbing in its veins. She moaned almost silently as her fingernails scratched into the flesh of my butt. A slight quiver ran through her and her breath began to quicken. I tried to hold back, to fuck her slowly, but Sophie was having none of that as she shivered in a beautifully drawn out orgasm which ended in a delicious shudder that shakes her sensuous body. 

My hips rolled up to drive deeper into Sophie’s sex, the muscles in my thighs shaking due to my exertions. Sophie’s lips were trembling as she looked up at me, her eyes still slightly moist as my lips met hers. I reached forward and touched my fingertips to her cheek, then brought my face to mine. Our lips met in a fevered kiss, engulfing the both of us in its heat. Her blonde hair fell across her face and her nipples traced warm lines on my chest as her body gently rocked. Using her arms she anchored herself, wrapping them around my neck and pulled up her feet from the floor. She jumped up into my embrace, lifting both legs and wrapped them around my waist as I helped lift her onto my erection. Using her arms for leverage she raised and lowered her hips, going slow, drawing all of me into her before rising up until only the head of my cock was tucked between her stretched labia. Sinking softly back down until I could feel her clit gyrating against the base of my cock. I raised myself up into her thrusts, matching her rhythm. Sophie fucked me, kissing the soft flesh below my jaw, breathing words against my ear to inspire me to never let her go. I never would and repeated her name, over and over, with every penetration I made. It was magical. We continued like this for a minute or two before we both tired, the position exhausting our already spent bodies. I placed her feet gently back on the floor and she immediately turned to face the bed, placing her hands upon the crumpled covers, spreading her legs and raising her ass in invitation. Both of us were facing away from my bedroom door with my mirror to the side of us. Framed in the mirror, I positioned myself behind her to fuck her doggy style, like an animal breeding its mate. She looked back at me, over her shoulder, her gorgeous blonde hair spilling over her shoulder. We looked down at my thick cock which pointed proudly towards the ceiling as I gave it a few pumps and watched Sophie’s juices run down her legs. She was literally dripping. 

"Pull my hair, Jeff,” she command me, “and watch us fuck in your mirror."

I stood behind her, positioning myself for re-entry and placed my hand on her head and I gently pulled on her hair as we both turned to look at our reflections as I lined myself up. Sophie’s mouth hung open and I could see her reflection looking back at me with lidded eyes. She watched us as my dick pushed against her hole, teasing her a little. Rubbing it over her lips. It felt exquisite and as the first hint of daylight began to turn the bedroom into shades of grey I returned her gaze, pushing my cock inside, making her gasp. I glided myself in so leisurely, my large cock filling her up slowly and effortlessly. "I wish I was having your baby… Ahh… f-fuck, Jeff–"

"Shit..." I closed my eyes for a moment as we shared the same impossible dream. I wanted nothing more than to impregnate her. I wanted to give her a son of her own. It was her birthday, she was still having regular periods wasn’t she? I wanted her. I felt it in my soul. Sexual reproduction with a willing and compatible female… I felt her vagina quiver around my penis in a way Ellen’s never did. I let myself enjoy the heat radiating from her incredibly attractive body. She had given birth to beautiful daughters… her son would be handsome and tall. He would break the spell the thought she was under. Take her from beneath Ellen’s dark shadow. I opened my eyes and caught her glancing over my abs, my cock pinning her into my bed, a trunk of an arm on either side of her child bearing hips, and a primal instinct took hold; her fertile womb was aching to be filled. 

"Fuck, we look so good…" Sophie gasped. My hands caressed her back and I took that moment to look at the image in the mirror: Sophie was in front of me on her hands and knees and me standing behind her. I looked so dominant like this, the way she was watching me while my fingers explored her broody body and my cock was buried inside of her, seeking its release. My hands stopped at her hips and I gently pulled out before ramming back into her, hard. "Ahh! And it feels so right…"

Just a few days before, I had been brutalised by her daughter. Just a year ago Sophie had come back into my life, moving in next door, and she was the most cheerful and supportive neighbour I could ever dream of. And I did dream of her. But we were neighbours, nothing more. Now every closeness made my pulse race, her pheromones enveloped me. In return, my biological instincts kicked in. Her sweet, floral scent carried the unmistakable note of fertility; I knew when Ellen and the twins were ovulating and she was in sync with her daughters. It seeped from her pores, dulling my senses and igniting my deepest urges. The twins had ovulated a few days before… Perhaps Sophie was fertile? The way her tight figure accentuated her ample breasts and her peachy ass and curvy hips made my mouth water. From the moment she walked into my life, I knew she'd be trouble. Or rather, I would be trouble for her. I couldn't take my eyes off of her as we fucked, framed perfectly in the large mirror, my predatory instincts screaming ''submissive mate'' at the delicious sight. And now, with ruthless precision, my thick tip hammered directly into her G-spot, determined to wring every drop of pleasure from her. I felt her tense and quiver beneath me, her velvety sheath rippling and contracting for her final orgasm.

"Oh Sophie, this position feels too good," I growled as I pulled out completely again and then pushed back inside, hard. 

I repeated this over and over again, fucking her doggy style in front of the mirror. Every time my dick grazed over her G-spot she moaned like the biggest slut that ever lived. Soon we were rutting together. Her hips were pounding back onto my slippery manhood as it pistoned in and out of her vagina, hard and fast. This position was stimulating me in different ways and I knew that this would be no drawn out fuck. My hands moved up to caress from her shoulder to her bra captured breasts, cupping one as it swung to the rhythm of our sex, and traced my thumb around her hard and sensitive nipple. She arched upwards as I plowed my penis into her, staying deep inside her as I ground against her aroused clit. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp as she buried her head into my pillow.

"Oh please. Please. Fuck me harder," she said between muffled breaths. "Make me cum." Her hand replaced mine against her breast as my fingers slid down to the flare of her hips. We both studied our copulation in the mirrored reflection where we were joined, watching my cock sliding in and out of her repeatedly with quick, even thrusts, pausing only when I crashed my pubes against her flesh. She lifted her ass to meet each stroke and each time I drove all the way into her, a sharp breath left her lips. "Jeff, Oh Jeff. Don't stop. Don't… oh fuuuck," she breathed out with her eyes now clenched tight. My testicles began to tingle, it wouldn’t be long until they would be retreating up my body, then the exquisite, heavenly paradise of the familiar feeling of semen beginning to boil, loading my oversensitive and overworked member. But still I fucked her. 

My penis became harder, with my cock head becoming more sensitive with pleasure as I stroked in and out of her faster. "I want us to be joined," I whispered against her sensitive earlobe, "I don't want to lose you."

I didn’t. I wanted to be part of her. Give my life to her. Give her my seed. Joseph said she always wanted a son. More than anything I wanted her birthday gift to be me… my essence… my DNA fused with hers, not Ellen’s. I made that wish as my heavy balls slapped obscenely against her ass as I fucked her faster before suddenly stopping. Guided by my breeding instincts, I grabbed her slender waist and effortlessly pulled her onto me, pulling her upright against me as we made love. The new position left her completely vulnerable and open to my relentless advances. Then I fucked her harder and faster, my hands holding her tits, mashing them into her chest, pinching her incredible nipples through her bra. My muscles rippled as our bodies slammed together once more, slick juices smearing everywhere as I pounded her into submission. Her back arched against me, her tits bouncing wildly, a silent scream on her lips. The new angle allowed him to go impossibly deeper, my swollen knot ramming against her clit with each thrust. Lost in the throes of passion, neither was aware of the significance of this position, a classic used by dominant males to maximize chances of insemination. Instinct alone guided me. As my penis expanded, plugging her completely, she knew what I wanted to be: Hers. I watched her lose control, her body betraying her, aching for my seed, desperate to be bred. She bit her lip, whimpering as I began to throb inside her, ready to unleash my virile load directly into her unprotected core. I held myself against the length of her body, trying not to slow down the tempo we had found but wanting to feel the heat of her skin and the curves of her femininity against me as I approached the edge. We were so perfectly connected, as though this was the way life was meant to be. As if this was where we belonged. As we watched ourselves in the mirror we celebrated our coupling and we were bathed in a shaft of gentle light.

“I can't give you up, my love,” Sophie mewed as my abdomen slapped against her buttocks, “I am here… for you… in every way... as long as you need me.”

"I need you, Sophie… You take my breath away," I panted in between my violent thrusting. "Everything about you is so beautiful. You saved me… and I will love you forever." I then grabbed her hips and started drilling into her without mercy while my tingling balls flapped against her ass.

The small room was filled with moaning, heavy breathing, slapping, and slurping sounds as we propelled ourselves to our final, rapturous climax. I could feel that she was seconds away from her orgasm and so I reached around and fingered her clitoris at the same pace I was fucking her. "Ahh, Jeff! Ah! Naahh!"

I felt the thickening of my member begin to start, the need to explode coming closer. My breathing was already ragged and with each breath my fingers dug deeper into her snatch. Drops of sweat rolled down us both and I could almost taste the aroma of our sex in the air as I bent over her, nuzzling my nose into her hair… and I felt it coming... Sophie's climax… maybe seconds ahead of my own. Every muscle inside her body tensed up before she let everything go. Her face contorted as I made one final devastating thrust so deep into her that I swear I felt my cock poke out her belly. I was in heaven as I felt the end approaching. The rush of the kink, and her heavy bra clad tits bouncing in my hands as I fucked her pussy hard overwhelmed the pleasure centres of my brain. I was taking all of her, and she was ready to receive my seed. I felt my scrotum tighten one last time and the contractions started at the bottom of my balls. It was actually a little painful. I was buried to the root in my married next door neighbour, as she braced herself to take her daughter's boyfriend's cum into her motherly womb. I gripped her huge breasts and she prepared to take all the sperm pumping through my balls. Then I fired into her, heavy bullets of cum pumping into Sophie as I squeezed her fantastic tits. It was sheer bliss. I was screaming for her, imploring her to take my cum. My nuts were trying to turn inside out as I flooded her. Pumping all my fluids into her maternal womb, with tears in my eyes. The earth shattering orgasm pulsing through both of our mutually climaxing bodies. As I felt my cock spurt into her vagina I imagined the engorged purple head firing volley after volley of my sperm rich semen right into her pink depths. In the mirror Sophie's mouth made a silent scream as she came with me. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably as she bucked and shuddered on my pulsating dick, the sensations of my cock so deep inside her filling us both with pleasure, her magic button sparking against my shaft as we knelt in puddles of our juices. Her orgasm did not stop and she could barely breathe as stars flickered in my vision. My cock lurched one last time and my body spasmed in pleasure, sending the last of my seed deep inside of the barren woman in a futile attempt to impregnate her.

I whispered her name as I slowed my pace. Each thrust dragged my cock against the sides of her shaking cunt, sending electric trembles through me as her mature body shuddered in pleasure against me. I held myself on top of her, still buried in her snatch. My protective arms wrapped around her, the skin on skin feeling like the only sensation I ever wanted to feel. Sophie turned her head and I lovingly kissed her cheek. I stayed deep until it was ultimately over as she gently squirted our combined ejaculate past my embedded fuck tool and down our legs. Slowly we came to our senses and I tentatively lifted myself from her, pulling away, my softening penis flopping out of her vagina which fell with a smack against my testicles, followed by our gushing juices down her thighs. As my appendage slipped free of her another small orgasm sparked through her and she collapsed down into my wet, crumpled bedsheets in exhaustion. I watched avidly at her gaping pussy and my white semen trickled out of her hole, tickling past her pussy lips. Her hand immediately darted there to hold my essence inside her. I sat back, supporting myself on my arms, panting, watching her as she climbed off my bed and she looked down in awe at my spent cock, now five inches but still as wide as her wrist, my purple head slowly disappearing into its sheath. She instinctively stroked her trembling pussy and lifted her fingers to her lips and sucked the sweet taste of my semen and her juices from them. I was exhausted. I tried to say something but I was beyond the capacity for speech. I lifted my head to look into Sophie's dilated blue eyes and I kissed her. Her lips were slightly parted in a content smile, but there were tears running down into her hair. I couldn't help but burst into my own tears of joy as we recognised and shared our love and affection for each other. I brushed my thumb over the wet path and she gently touched her lips with mine.

"You are so perfect," Sophie whispered, taking my hand and clasping it between her breasts, over her racing heart.

"No," I replied, gently shaking my head. "No, but you make me feel that we are perfect… together."

“Family…” is all she could say in response as she stepped away from me, and grabbed her fluffy robe ready to make her exit before dawn.

She stood facing me and we hugged each other one last time, letting the silence speak the things we couldn't say aloud. Our fingertips gently stroked each other's bodies, seeking to make memories out of touch alone. l saw my semen begin to ease past the thin material of her thong and a small rivulet of my pearlescent seed began to run down her leg. I understood. It was light in the hallway and she needed to return to her husband. She turned to make her way to my bedroom door but I just couldn't let her go, lost in the contentment we had found in each other. 

Light? But it was still dark… The hallway? But the door was closed… Instantaneously we both realized the same thing. The shaft of light that illuminated us was not coming from the window but the open doorway. It was at this moment we both sensed a presence by the door, our mutual orgasms were so intense that we were only focused on ourselves. We didn't even notice the door was open, and in the doorway stood my Mom and Dad.

We were just as horrified as they were. Silence filled the room. Dread reflected in my parents eyes. Mortification showed upon their faces. All four people in the room stood there as if the moment was frozen in time. Our taboo fornication was so pleasurable that we didn't even sense we were being watched. How long had they been there? How long had it been since we were bathed in the light we had mistaken for the rising sun? I lifted my head, covered in a light sheen of sweat, and my heart stopped. Dead. My flushed skin burned red with shame. Caught by the shaft of light flooding in from the hallway I could only stare back at my father's mournful expression. My mother's face was full of embarrassment; I was practically naked, holding their married best friend, whose pussy was clearly weeping my cum. All that could be heard was the gentle splatter of my excess semen as it spilled out of her onto the hardwood floor. That small detail did not escape my father's wide eyes.

"Sophie! Oh my god, Jeff!” Dad bravely gasped. 

I was traumatised. I wanted a hole to open up and swallow me. I wanted to die. I wanted to spare my parents and the family next door the shame of my sins. The humiliation. I was frozen in terror but Sophie… Sophie sighed, released me and took charge… as she always did.

“Sophie? What are you–" my Mom found her voice after a brief moment, but her best friend strode forward and interrupted her. 

“-Let me tell you…” she said confidently, smiling as she fastened her robe, “...what your wonderful son has had to endure these last few months. Let me explain how much he now means to me and my entire family. Let me show you what he has sacrificed.” My parents looked aghast but, smiling, Sophie walked out the door and placed a hand on the shoulders of her best friends, turning them away from me and the bedroom sex scene they had witnessed. “Let's go downstairs, and let me tell you everything over a glass or two of wine.” Before she led my stunned Mom and Dad away she turned to me and smiled, winking at me before closing my bedroom door behind her.

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It was late morning and I knew, even though I wanted to, I couldn't hide in my room forever. I looked at my phone but there were no messages. I looked at the door and it was still closed. I remembered Sophie's furtive look as she left with my parents. That was five hours ago. I felt dread mixed with a strange relief, everything was now out in the open. My life could now truly begin… but combining those facts with what awaited me downstairs, I was now wondering if my life was about to enter a new hell. Wait? Mmmmm, bacon, I purred to myself as the aroma of breakfast wafted up from the kitchen. The warm feeling of freedom was quickly replaced with a cool rush of anxiety when I realised that at some point I would have to go downstairs and face my father. And then the anxiety turned into ice-cold dread when I thought about having to face my mother too. While sleeping with Sophie was always my teenage fantasy, I had no idea how to handle the overwhelming pangs of guilt at being caught fucking my parent’s best friend. My Mom was the stricter of my two parents, and she could always tell when I was lying to her. Thoughts of suicide flashed through my mind… but I was going to become a father. I couldn't do that to an innocent baby and give Ellen and Jerome the last laugh. A new fantasy was running through my head now, one where I lived the rest of my life locked in my bedroom at my parent's house, never stepping foot outside the room, so I never would have to be confronted by my Mom or my Dad. I would never need to face my self induced shame and humiliation… and just as I had myself almost convinced it could be a solution, an urgent request sent up from my bladder revealed a glaring hole in my otherwise foolproof plan. I reluctantly slipped out of bed and walked to my bedside chair. I stepped into the baggy, flannel sleeping shorts, and pulled the loose matching shirt over my head. I opened my door a crack and peeked out into the hall to make sure the coast was clear, like a convicted felon trying to make a break from a maximum security prison. I scampered across the hall into the bathroom and dropped my shorts, closed my eyes and opened my legs a little, as my bladder forcefully emptied itself.

"Oh, sorry dear, I didn't know you were up," my mother said, standing in the open doorway with a laundry basket under my arm.

"MOM!" I shrieked, instinctively snapping my legs shut, and cutting off my pee stream, "Shit!" Looking at my mother, I immediately thought of what I did with her best friend the night before, and my face flushed red with embarrassment.

"Oh pish-posh dear," my Mom replied to my embarrassment, "I’ve seen it all before. Remember I share my house with two boys."

I patiently waited for my mother to collect the towels and washcloths and put them in my basket, then restarted my stream as my Mom closed the door, calling behind her that breakfast was ready. Reaching between my legs with my still recovering penis in my hand, I realised how fast my heart was beating and was thankful that the situation masked my guilty conscience, and that I actually lived through the first interaction with my mother. I pulled up my shorts and flushed the toilet, then stared at my reflection as I washed my hands. I took a deep breath and exited the bathroom, mustering up every ounce of courage and self-control as I headed downstairs to the kitchen.

"Morning sleepy-head," my Dad greeted me, without looking up from his iPad. "Just reading yesterday's news."

I felt the heat rise in my face, and I knew I was blushing again at the mere mention of anything about the prior day.

“Are you ready to talk about last night?” My Mom immediately asked.

“Not now!” My Dad quickly interjected, “Give the boy a few moments, he will tell us when he’s ready.”

"Mom, I can explain." I said, lamely.

"Oh, can you? That's good, because from where I'm standing it looks like you've been having an affair with our happily married next-door neighbour." My mother said, caustically.

"Please, I can expl-" I was chopped off in mid sentence

"What will you tell Jessica? When were you planning to tell us? Why couldn't you come to us when you were in pain…" Mom cried, "we’re your parents… and we failed you."

"Mom Please, will you listen to me? I know it looks bad and it sounds worse. Sophie saved me from Ellen’s boyfriend. We just kinda ended up together. She had the best intentions and it just… happened. She looked just like Ellen and-" My Mom cut me off.

"What? You mistook her for her daughter?” It was at this point I realised there was no real venom in her voice, and my father just sat there looking over his iPad, smiling. “Hmmmm… sneaking behind my back, ending up in bed with her, here in my house? You looked like you were in love with each other. Do you love her?"

I stared at my mother and knew I had to speak nothing but the truth, "Yes, I do love her, Mom. But I am in love with Jessica… it’s different… I know it’s awkward… unconventional." I said, "I love Sophie, I respect Joseph. He knows! The twins know we are not having an affair! But I admit… it was wrong to keep what was happening from you. Did you speak to Sophie last night?”

“Yes, son,” my Dad said with a sympathetic tone in his voice, “Your Mom is just angry that you couldn’t confide in her… that you chose to go to Sophie. Sophie told us… everything.”

“I couldn’t come to either of you and tell you… I’m sorry!” Tears began to well in my eyes, “It was too much. I thought Ellen was the one. I had no idea things could get so ugly so quickly.”

“I thought she had broken your heart,” my Mom replied, “I had no idea she was putting you through… what you went through.” Tears were welling up in her own eyes.  

“I didn’t want you to know. I’m a man now. I thought I could handle things on my own.” A tear made its way down my cheek.

“We tried to give you space,” my Dad stepped in for his wife, “We are livid that Ellen and Jerome conspired together to hurt you like that. Sophie needed to talk us down from calling the police.”

“Ellen has been taken care of. I seriously hope I never have to see Jerome again. Sophie has been very… supportive.” 

“Sophie let us know… she told us…” Mom composed herself, “...Ellen is pregnant with your baby.”

“She is,” I sighed, “it wasn't… planned.”

“Sophie told us what she did to get herself knocked up. I can't believe anyone could do what she did. It sickens me to know she did that… to you,” My Mom has tears in her eyes. There was no accusation. No admonishment. Just sympathy. Sophie must have performed a miracle down here while I hid under my duvet upstairs. I didn’t know what to say so my Mom continued, “Sophie told us how much you sacrificed to protect the twins. She told us what you did for Joseph. She told us what you mean to her… Jeff, do you really love Sophie?”

“I love Sophie but in a completely different way to how I feel about Jessica.”

“I'm proud of you, son,” my father said and I suddenly felt overwhelmed, “when we found out you had given Ellen the deeds to your apartment we made an appointment with our solicitors… we wanted to cancel the transaction. You gave her the apartment to pay her off, didn’t you?”

“My baby needs a home. Jerome wanted to sell it and buy Sophie's old house as a wedding present,” I explained, “Giving Ellen my grandfather's inheritance is a small price to pay for what I gain in return. I banish Ellen from my life and I gain Sophie, Joseph, I get to be with Jessica and I even want Rachel to be part of my life too. For the first time in my life… my future looks like it might turn out okay.” 

My father nodded, looking like he was trying to fight back tears. I felt so proud to be his son. “Sophie told us how you and Joseph… you decided to help her… conceive?”

“She wants a son…”

“We know.” My Mom said, now with an understanding look on her face, “That’s a very big decision to make at eighteen, to become a father? I am very proud of you too, Jeffrey.”

“We know that Joseph and Sophie have had… difficulties conceiving,” said my Dad, “We could see how besotted you were with Ellen. It wasn't a shock to find that you would find Sophie attractive too. It makes perfect sense, I suppose.”

“Sophie can't have children, Jeff,” my mother placed her hand on mine, “They spent so much money on fertility treatment at my clinic… I felt so guilty taking her money. We failed. I failed her. I'm so glad she and Joseph are making plans to look after your baby. We raised you well…. we know you wanted to repay our neighbours for their help, but, are you sure you’re in love with Jessica and not in love with Sophie too. We saw the way you were with each other after you–”

“-Had sex Jessica’s mother.” My dad said, forthrightly.

“No,” my Mom turned to my Dad, “I didn’t witness my little boy having sex with our best friend, I saw my son making love to a beautiful woman he cares for. It was special. I know the difference.” 

"You’re right Mom, I can't help who I fall in love with. Nobody can. I love Sophie and I love the twins. I can't change that, and I wouldn't change it even if I could."

"No…” my Mom looked lovingly at my Dad, “you can’t change who you fall in love with. I've always loved our neighbours. How I love them will change after this. No wait, it hasn't changed, it has been added to. Now I love them as both family, and friends." My mother looked at me, then at my Dad, then back at me. "Oh God, what are we going to do when people find out?"

"People won't find out." I reassured her, "I don't care what people think anymore. I'm tired of worrying about everyone else's feelings. Joseph wants his wife to be happy and has treated me with kindness and respect. I respect him. If he wants me to become part of his family… then I want to help him. He will be my child’s father, only we will know. So we will just have to keep this between ourselves. I'm not going to broadcast it. Our neighbours will look after their daughter's baby. Ellen has told everyone that I'm the father, anyway. It will be as normal as it can be for people to see us together… especially as I intend to date Jessica!"

"Jeff is right. It won’t look odd that he is close to our neighbours.” My father added, then turned to address me, “People wouldn’t suspect that you are… romantically involved. And if you do marry Jess it would be perfectly reasonable for a mother in law to link her arm through her son in law's arm, and nobody would bat an eye. I suppose you could even kiss and it would be seen as normal… we would all be… family."

"Mom, I'm not going to flaunt this in front of everyone," I said, "but we need you to accept it. We need you to understand that what comes from love cannot be a bad thing."

"I just wish you had told us about it sooner. I feel like I let you down when you needed help. I let Sophie down when she needed me too…" My Mum stepped towards me and opened her arms.

“I’m sorry Mom,” I reached forward and we embraced for quite some time with my father watching and smiling. He picked up his phone and sent a text message. Before Mom and I released each other there was a polite knock at the back door and in walked a sheepish looking Joseph and Sophie.

“We got the message and thought it might be best if we were all here to clear things up.” Joseph said as he and his wife sat at the kitchen table. Moments later, with a coffee in front of us we looked at each other, and we looked at my Mom. She was still not looking like she was comfortable with what had happened but after Sophie and Joseph both reassured she seemed happier to accept that I was still looking to be in a more appropriate relationship with Jessica… and that Sophie and I would be more than just friends, but even then, out of respect for my parents and the twins, we would keep our liaisons few and far between and definitely behind closed doors. 

"I wasn't expecting to reveal things quite like this." Sophie reassured my parents. “I'm sorry you found out the way you did. But I would like to thank you. You have a wonderful young man for a son.”

"It was a shock, finding my son and my best friend having sex together. But listening to the two of you, and seeing the two of you together… I agree… I guess our families were meant to do this for each other. I do know Jessica and my son are meant to be together too… so I will do all I can to keep your secret."

“Thank you…” it was now Sophie’s turn to cry.

“Think of it as a birthday present that I will benefit from,” my Mom started giggling to herself.

“How…?” Sophie began but my Mom grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes.

“We both get to be grandmothers.” The two best friends burst into tears and hugged each other.

“Happy Birthday!” My Dad shouted as he emerged with a cake and I grabbed Sophie’s wrapped birthday presents.

“This has already been a very special day,” smiled Joseph, “and I have news: let me tell you about our plan to make sure Jerome pays for his crimes.”

As Sophie opened her presents Joseph spelled out the plan his family had put together while dozed off. This had indeed been a very unconventional day.

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It ended up being a busy evening. Sophie's hitting the big 4-0 was celebrated well and, together with what happened to me, it brought our two families together. Ellen and Jerome did not show their faces, obviously, and I also didn't get to spend any time alone to try to explain things to the twins. I needed to wipe the slate clean. So early the next morning I went out of the way to seek them out. I needed their reassurance. I still felt as if our fledgling relationship was very fragile and my actions in recent weeks would have made any prospective girlfriend run a mile. As soon as I knocked on my nextdoor neighbours front door, Jessica answered, smiling. She had the ability to make me soften and melt, make me hard as steel, make my tummy flip and my heart think I had just ran a marathon. 

"Would you go to dinner with me sometime?" I asked.

"Not sometime," she said. My heart sank. I was being rejected. "How about right now?" She asked with a smirk, “We have so much to talk about.”

An hour later we were in our favourite café up in the countryside. It had somehow become ‘our’ place and dinner was wonderful. There were no gaps in the conversation. We were like young lovers out on a first date… in many ways we were! It was a warm day but with a cool breeze blowing as we left the restaurant. "Let's walk some of that dinner off," Jessica suggested.

We held hands and headed up the familiar forest trail towards the sparkling lake, the waters choppy, whipped up by the wind. As we walked into the park, Jessica released my hand and instead put her arm around me as we walked along talking, holding each other like love-struck teens. We came across the same clearing I had discovered with her sister and sat on the same park bench. As soon as we were comfortable Jessica put her hand behind my head, pulled her face to mine and kissed me lightly on the cheek. Although she was being playful I didn't want to presume anything but as soon as I removed my hand from around her waist she twisted her head round to face me with a lustful look in her emerald green eyes. That little glint that I've seen a few times before when we've been talking about naughty things.

This was when my willpower caved, I selfishly kissed her neck. Jessica tilted her head to the side, I could smell her delicious scent and it excited me further. Hungry for more, I gently kissed up towards her ear. I felt her response; The sensation of being gently kissed on the neck sent shivers down her spine. As Jess hadn't pushed me away, I went a bit further and my nose brushed her earlobe as I moved my head forwards and our lips connected. Our kiss was light at first, this moment of passion had overcome both of our senses, months of not knowing each other's feelings and now, with Ellen finally out of the way, we were still finding it difficult to act on them. But… We had now crossed a line that should have been broken a long time ago. Our kiss continued as we got more comfortable with one another. We were still exploring each other's lips, then parting them slightly both our tongues met and she pushed hers slightly into my mouth, taking control. The tips of our tongues were moving together slowly, and I was savouring the taste of her mouth that I had been longing for.

Our tongues were intertwined for what felt like an hour, but her body was still facing forwards like she was frozen in motion. The movement of our tongues increased as we kissed passionately. Every second was exhilarating, and I didn't want this moment to end. At the same time, we moved both of our hands to each other's faces, her light touch on my cheek gave me the confidence to continue. I pushed my tongue deeper into her mouth, pushing and pulling, twisting and turning. Our saliva mixing. She gently bit my lip causing it to tingle and then continued the assault on my mouth. We were finally free to be ourselves. Free to express ourselves. Free to love… each other. The number of times I had dreamt about this moment and all of a sudden it had come true. I was about to move my hands down to Jessica's hips and pull her closer, when suddenly there was the noise of footsteps, our lips separated breaking the moment of pleasure. Another couple sauntered up the trail and passed us happily, without comment, and we both started laughing. We stood up and took the long way back to the café, spending some time skipping stones on the lake. We continued walking to the car park like nothing had happened, no words spoken, just a smile on each of our faces. Finally back in the car we began the journey back home. Realising for the first time we didn't need to be so secretive. Ten minutes from home Jessica muted the music I put on to accompany us and she leaned over towards me and kissed my neck while I continued driving.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah," she whispered into my ear, “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” I sighed back into her cute ear, “I love you, Jessica. Now I no longer need to be afraid to show you just how much you mean to me.”

“Thank you for wanting to take things… slowly… I know it’s not what you’re used to,” Jessica finally said, “I promised you my virginity.”

“There's no rush! I have a lot of bridges to mend before… that happens.”

“That’s not it… it’s just… Rachel and I have decided that we are going to keep our cherries intact for just a little longer.” I immediately became suspicious. I knew they were plotting and their reasoning involved Jerome. A shiver passed through me but I said nothing as the little redhead continued talking. “...and I don’t think I’m ready yet… for what comes next. I'm sorry, hope you understand.”

“I understand.” I understood and it was all my fault. I had told the sisters about Jerome's ‘deal’. I had been raped by him… her mother had been raped by him… and he intended to take their virginities himself. I had put her in danger. I had impregnated her big sister. I had slept with her mother with her fathers consent. And then there was Rachel… I had yet to work out just what my feelings were for her identical twin. Both she and her twin sister were still virgins and Jerome valued that. He was a very real danger… Jessica didn't understand at all. Even with Ellen out of the way, we were going to have to navigate through a very complicated relationship. 

“I know we agreed that as soon as Ellen had been completely removed from the equation…” Jessica began. My heart sank. Ellen would never completely be removed from the equation. I put my baby inside her. I would need to find a way to accept her, even if Sophie and Joseph adopted the child we had created together, Ellen would always be there… part of our lives. The thought made me shiver and the dark clouds began to gather. They were contemplating something stupid. “No, not like that,” Jessica said, reading my thoughts as she often did, “I mean we need to make sure Jerome's shadow isn't over us either. I think we both need to move on knowing he has paid for his crimes.”

“That sounds very much like revenge, Jessica?”

“That's because it is.”

“It's not healthy.”

“It's what we all need. I hate Ellen and I despise Jerome. Mom and Dad have a good plan we need to see through. Then… We can be who we are supposed to be. Family.” She squeezed my hand.

“Family.” I repeated and kissed her forehead knowing there was nothing I could say or do, “I can wait. I'm finally free, Jessica, and I have the rest of my life to prove my worth to you. Jerome has no power over me… over us now.”

“You've already proven it with your actions and your continued devotion to my family, Jeff. You don't need to do anything else. It's me. I love you. I would do anything for you. Rachel too. My Mom… She adores you! She can't wait to meet your baby and my Dad, he's already making a nursery. You're amazing. Please don't change. Never change.”

“Then we wait until after Jerome and Ellen marry… we wait until Ellen's given birth… we wait–”

“We won't need to wait that long, my love,” the little redhead said as we pulled into our street, “I'll be gifting you my virginity in no time at all. Rachel and I have a plan, you'll see.”

We held hands and snuggled in together when we parked up and we shared a few more delicious kisses before I went around to her side of the car to let her out. She even said a quiet "I love you" as she left to tell her deliriously happy sister about our date who waited for her at the door.

“Tell Rachel I owe her dinner,” I called after her.

“Mom and won't be in until later… they told us to order in some food.” Rachel called out to me with a mischievous grin on her face, “Why don't you join us?”  

I ran into the house after them and tackled Jessica onto her sofa, I leaned my head down, lifted her chin and gave her a ten second french kiss.

"Ahem," I heard from my right. I turned my eyes, and saw her sister looking at me with an amused expression. 

"Oh not again?" I moaned. I broke the lip lock I was in the middle of, and looked down at Jessica. Or at least I thought so. My heart skipped a beat.

"Sorry," Rachel giggled from beneath me.

"So do you want to give your girlfriend at least as good a greeting as you just gave my sister?" I pulled Jessica onto the couch with us and did my best to top the first kiss. I stopped when the first moan came from Jessica's throat.

She sighed dreamily and melted into the cushions as Rachel picked up the phone and started dialing. We ordered several dishes from the Chinese place we had visited the day we moved in. Jessica held my hand as her sister chose our food but stayed silent, thinking her own thoughts. Mine were focussed on how to make my erection go down.

When the food arrived less than thirty minutes later, we sat around the kitchen table having a good time and I began to see little differences between the girls, now that they were letting their guard down with me. Jessica had the cutest laugh, but Rachel told better jokes but they both scrunched up their noses in the cutest way if I teased them about something. They both hit my arm when I asked whether they always climaxed when playing with their tits and they then both kissed me and said it was one of the things that they both loved about me. I looked back and forth at them still looking for some difference between their faces. Same freckles, no scars, their hair was the same length and styled the same way. I realised that I was in a trance and finally spoke. "I'm so sorry, Rachel but you're going to need to make your name tag necklace easier to see. You two look exactly alike. I can't see a single difference."

Jessica chuckled. "Most people can't. Our parents actually had to give us different styled earrings as babies so they could tell us apart, and we sometimes joke with them that they got us mixed up before doing that, so I might actually be Rachel, and she's Jessica."

Rachel reached her hand and touched mine, and said, "You never need to apologise, Jeff, that kiss was worth the little bit of embarrassment. You're an amazing kisser and I would have been more disappointed to have missed out on it. I have some catching up to do… afterall you spent the entire afternoon alone with my sister."

"So, I know you swapped places with each other secretly with me… but did you always trade places?”

They looked at each other for a second, then took each other's hand, and in unison, said, "Always."

Jessica continued, "we've actually done this since we were thirteen."

"Whenever a boy would ask one of us out for a second date… we'd swap..." said Rachel.

"... and see if he could tell." continued Jessica, "Except nobody ever did..."

"... even the guys who knew..." said Rachel sheepishly, "... that we were twins. We have always done everything together. We trust each other… we never let anyone else in. Ellen was always domineering but was daddy's girl. Mom was always preoccupied. We only had each other. When we dated you… we both agreed on the same thing… We both wanted you. You met Jessica first and that was always going to count against us. You are faithful and loyal. But I wanted to corrupt you… I wanted you to choose me, not Jess. I'm as bad as Ellen. I  need to apologise to you." She said, staring at her sister.

"You don't need to apologise, Rachel. I love you. You know I do. Jessica knows I do."

“No, I'm sorry, Jeff!” Rachel protested, “I know Jess is special to you. You met her first. After what you've been through you deserve… commitment… and a faithful girlfriend. I need to let your love blossom with my little sister rather than force you to always look to keep me happy too. I love you. I love that you always want to share everything you do with my sister with me. I love that you include me… but I'm a third wheel.”

“You're wrong sis,” said Jessica, frowning, “We do everything together! We both love Jeff. I don't want to steal him away from you, sacrificing your happiness just so you can make me happy! You and me and Jeff. The three of us…”

“...The three of us, and Mom, and his baby!” Rachel reminded her. It was odd seeing the sisters in conflict with each other. It made me feel very uneasy and a little guilty, “You're being foolish Jess if you think he can spread his love so thinly, juggle us all without losing his mind. You've seen how much Ellen has hurt him… he's fragile… he needs to be cherished, not broken into pieces.” Both sisters stared at each other, their eyes narrowing. It was clear that they never really had crossed words or even differences of opinion. Something inside me broke.

Jessica began, “We need to agree to disagree–”

“Jeff!” Rachel interrupted, noticing the tears falling from my eyes, “No! no, no, no…” 

Jessica's eyes locked on mine and immediately went glassy, as if she were about to cry. "I'm so sorry, Jeff, I love you so much but what I just did was unforgivable," her tears formed and her voice started cracking. "I'll understand if you want me to leave or if you just want to go home and not see me again until all of this is over…”

“No!” I reprimanded her cruelly, “That's not what I want! I don't want to come between you both. I don't want to split your family up… I want to pull it together… we all need to pull together…” 

“I have and always will love you, you mean the world to me.” Jessica continued, “Please forgive us… please stay…”

“Please, Jeff,” Rachel added, “It's my fault. Stay? Jess would be inconsolable if you weren't here tonight." This was hitting me hard. I never wanted the family to break up. I stood up, approaching Rachel and put my hands on her shoulders. "I have to know one thing, would you be happy to be with me and Jessica?" I asked her. She nodded while the tears streamed down her face. I put my hand under her chin and got her to look me in the eyes and I kissed her. She was stunned and didn't move. I released her from the kiss and she said, "but I thought…"

"If you are happy to be with me then fuck society. Fuck convention. I love you. Be free to love who you want to love, Rachel," I explained.

She was so happy she threw her hands around me. I wasn't expecting that and I fell back onto the sofa. Jessica chuckled at her sister's excitement and she started giggling as she joined me. She kissed me with passion but then broke it off suddenly.

"We need to try and make this work don't we? It's early days. We still have so much to do. We have our lives to live. Are you sure you are okay with this?" she asked me.

"If it makes you and Rachel happy, then I'm happy. You're both perfect. Identical and perfect," I reassured her. 

"We've always shared and when we met you… you were very different.” Jessica confessed, “You treated us differently. We were sure you could tell us apart.”

“I had no idea who was who or what was happening but I knew something wasn't right.” I said. “So, when you started dating me, when did you first switch places?” I asked.

“We always switched on the second date, we both had to go out with you before we decided,” Jessica began. "Before you, we would both decide to stick or twist. We always opted not to take things further."

"...but with you we decided to keep going to see who liked you better," Rachel continued. "We always understood, when we found ‘the one’ we would be exclusive..." Rachel’s voice trailed off.

“The trouble was, with you, we both felt like we found ‘the one’. I fell in love with you. Rachel fell in love with you. But now things are moving to the next level…” Jessica's eyes sparkled. 

“Jessica wants you to take her virginity. She wanted you to take mine. But then Ellen came along and messed with your head and Mom had to do all she could to keep you from falling apart,” stated Rachel.

“Our Mom came along with her plan to get you out of Ellen's clutches… and she fell in love with you too. Dad explained everything…” Jessica said, tears her eyes beginning to fill with tears.

“Please don't cry… it's not what you think,” I said, wrapping my arm around her.

“No, you misunderstand me, I'm crying happy tears,” Jessica tried to laugh, “it's beautiful. Dad told us he and Mom had been trying for another baby for years… and it was forcing them apart. You found a way to heal them both and save their marriage… because you loved them both.”

“He also told us that you were in love with Jessica, that you needed to be with her, not Ellen.” Rachel commented, tears now forming in her own eyes, “Even Ellen said you told her you were in love with Jessica.” A sob wracked her body. “You didn't love Ellen and you didn't love me.”

“Your Dad meant I shouldn't have been with Ellen, it wasn't a slight at you. And Ellen, she was just trying to twist things because she knew it would hurt you,” I responded but I knew I was guilty of never revealing my feelings for Rachel. She was a guilty secret… buried beneath a multitude of secrets. I felt bad inside as the twins hugged each other and wiped each other's tears, “I thought you were both… Jessica…” I tried to explain.

“We know. Mom told us. It was always obvious really. You could never tell us apart but when it really mattered, you told us both, separately and from the heart, that you loved us,” Jessica said, “as individuals.”

"When Mom found out what we were doing, playing with you, teasing you, and she read us the riot act. She told us what had happened between you and Ellen and that we were responsible…” Rachel stared into my eyes, “...for pushing you back into her life….”

“...For putting you in danger. You were raped… because of us… because of what we did,” Jessica continued for her sister as failed to keep her emotions in check, “Our childish game cost you dearly. We will never forgive ourselves…”

“...or Jerome.” Rachel gave her sister a knowing look and Jessica composed herself. “But she didn't actually tell us we had to stop switch-dating, but… she made us promise her two things - that we'd never sleep with you when we were both still dating you, and to never intentionally hurt you or each other by being jealous," Rachel said still sharing the same telepathic look with her sister, “But now things are no longer a secret… and I am jealous! I know you only want one of us… because it’s the right thing to do. People wouldn't be kind if you ended up with both of us at the same time.” 

“Since when have we cared what people think or say about us?” Jessica interrupted her sister, “We are different. Jeff is different. He's even sleeping with our mother! Stop worrying about the wrong thing. We have a job to do now. We focus on that,” Jessica stated.

"What job? you're not to go anywhere near Jerome! And by the way, you both get a say in who you want to be in a relationship with. It is not only down to me to choose one or the other."

"But we can't choose… and we have both fallen in love with you," Jessica said.

"We decided we needed to tell you everything… now… so YOU can choose.” Rachel pleaded, “And I know… deep in my heart… that you need to choose Jessica. You met her first. You fell in love with her first. I want to make this easy for you both… So you can choose the right sister. That's my job…" she looked at Jessica again, “that's my mission. And when it's over we will all be free.”

"So, how am I supposed to do that? I assume I've been on a half a dozen dates with each of you, and I really couldn't tell you were two separate girls. That either means that you're very good at impersonating each other, or I'm a fuckwit. Either way, I'm having a hard time thinking of any differences between you, even with both of you right in front of me. But… I am happy to take things slowly this time. We will do this right."

"But you will need to choose eventually… you'll have to choose, and you should choose Jess," pleaded Rachel.

“No… choose Rachel!” Jessica stated.

"Aaaah! Let's just go with the original plan. We continue dating. We take our time and see what happens. No pressure. No more shocks to the system. We wait this out… It's early days. We might all decide to split up by the time I turn nineteen. Let's keep things simple… just friends."

“And there's no way I'm ever splitting up with you. You're stuck with me!” Jessica laughed, “Plus there's no way we are being just friends.”

“That goes for me too!” Rachel added, “But we have this conversation again when Jerome has been dealt with.”

"Thank you… for not being mad," Jessica said sweetly.

“Thank you for listening and please… forgive us?” Rachel asked.

“I love you. BOTH of you. You were forgiven ages ago.”

“Choose Jessica… and just to be clear… you get to sleep with the sister you choose. By the way, Jessica is already having sex dreams about you!”

“Rachel!” Jessica squealed, and they both laughed.

"Tell you what. I'm not going to make any more choices ever! I want us to go on several more dates, both separately, and even the three of us together, if you promise to drop your acts and actually be yourselves, so I can figure out where you're truly different, so that I have some basis for a choice." I paused. Should I say the thing that had just popped into my head? I decided to risk it. "Or, I might just decide that I love you both, and ask you both to be in my life. All three of us together. Would you accept that as an answer, if that's what I want?"

They looked shocked for a brief moment. They were still holding hands, and I saw them each squeeze the other's hand, as a silent communication appeared to pass between them. I'd have to find out if they were telepathic, too. Jessica said, "We will think about it." Rachel reached her other hand over to take mine and I leaned over the table to kiss each of them in turn. They even kissed alike. There were quite a few kisses exchanged, and we managed to finish all the food by the time Sophie and Joseph returned home.

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“Sorry we’re late… there was an emergency.” Joseph announced as they entered the kitchen.

“An emergency?” Jessica looked up and smiled when she saw her parents, then saw their serious expressions, “Oh my god, what is it?” She asked frantically.

“Looks like we missed dinner!” Sophie observed, trying to reduce the sudden tension in the room, “Don’t worry… but we had to go to hospital.”

“Hospital? W–what?” Rachel gasped.

“We received a phone call from Maria.” Joseph continued, “Ellen was assaulted sometime this morning.”

“How? Where?” I questioned, my mind recoiling. Assaulted? She had been hospitalized? My heart struggled in my chest. There were millions of possibilities that I was trying to decipher all at once but almost instantly, one dominated all the others… I still had feelings for her. I shouldn't be surprised. I needed to know she was okay… and the baby…

“At the apartment.” Sophie said calmly, “She says she was mugged but–”

“Jerome!” I interrupted. The anger that I buried so deep down inside surfaced. My mood changed and my expression turned into a scowl. My hatred for the man who raped him… raped me… threatened the twins… and now… Jerome did this… and Jerome would pay. 

“Now we don't know he had anything to do with it!” Joseph warned me, “She won't say. The police report states there were no witnesses and there is some ambiguity whether the assault happened in the apartment or on the street as she stated.”

“No! Is she okay?” asked Jessica, sharing my concern for her older sister, “Is the baby okay?”

“She's in a bad way. Battered and bruised. Broken ribs. She was bleeding… They were worried and immediately dispatched her to your Mom’s antenatal unit,” Joseph said addressing me, “Ellen told them about her baby and they needed to do some checks…” All three of us suddenly gasped, our jaws hung open, our eyes widened in horror.

“Bleeding?” I asked very carefully.

“She’s going to be fine… totally fine,” Sophie answered, “She's going to stay overnight for observation while the police try to locate her fiancé.” 

“As long as the baby is okay…” Rachel said, looking at me, seeing the panic in my eyes. Sophie took a deep breath and pulled up a chair to sit down next to me, and took my hand in hers.

“Sophie? The baby?” I asked again, my eyes softening, welling up with tears, anticipating the worst news. 

“Eleanor…” Sophie began sadly, “Ellen was bleeding from her vagina.”

“No!” Shrieked Jessica, her own tears beating mine to our cheeks.

“Hush!” Sophie demanded, silencing her daughters and softening their over-reactions. “Listen carefully to me! Your big sister was bleeding from her vagina because she was having her period. We are all due about now.”

“Tell me about it!” Joseph muttered, once again trying to lighten the mood, “You can’t imagine how hard it is to live in this house full of women at this time of the month.”

“Ellen was never pregnant.” Sophie said, calmly, squeezing my hand and putting me out of my misery, “she's on her period as normal.”

“Ellen was never pregnant.” The twins repeated, in synchronization as realisation dawned. “The stupid fucking bitch!” Jessica added with venom.

“She might have faked her pregnancy test and we only have her word for it that she missed her period. Either way Maria says stress could have affected her menstrual cycle… or that she might have… infertility issues. Genetic infertility issues,” she said, looking at her daughters, her own eyes glistening with tears. Oh no.

“Ellen just exaggerated things… or overreacted, probably for some attention…” Joseph said, desperate to try to show Eleanor in a positive light. “...but she's made herself look foolish. We decided to stay at the hospital for a little longer after Ellen was seen to…”

"...because my period hasn't started yet..." Sophie was squeezing my hand like she was hanging from a cliff edge.

“What?” I turned to look at her. Sophie couldn't help herself. She smiled.

“In fact, I missed last month’s as well. I had a health check and Maria scanned me to be sure. Turns out I'm the one who's pregnant…"

“Mom!” Gasped Jessica.

“You're going to have… a baby?” Rachel said quietly, turning to look at me as he caught her eye. She worked it out first as my mind finally caught up. Sophie was pregnant.

The twins then looked at each other in complete bewilderment. Staring. Probably communicating telepathically again, realising a whole new set of variables had come into play. Sophie's eyes were locked on mine. It seemed like yesterday when I wished I could somehow magically wish Ellen's baby into her mother. My impossible wish had come true. I looked down at the envelope Sophie was clutching to her chest, then back into her eyes, then across to Joseph who grinned like he had just won the lottery. We seemed to be capable of our own telepathy as we began to understand. Sophie was pregnant. I turned my head to look at Jessica who was now also beaming alongside her twin sister before making eye contact with me once more. 

“I’m going to be…” I whispered. Sophie handed me the envelope that contained the cast-iron reality of our relationship. In the space of seconds I went from feeling the loss of Eleanor’s baby that never was, to the realisation that I was going to be a father after all… to the baby that now resided inside her. 

“...a daddy.” Sophie whispered back. Now, in front of the whole family we threw ourselves into each other's arms and kissed deeply, embracing one another excitedly. We parted and grinned at one another and Sophie pulled an ultrasound scan from the envelope. "This is our son." She said dreamily, sounding so happy and I couldn’t fully process how wonderful this news was, “I’m at least twelve weeks pregnant.”

"It was so difficult keeping my cool in the hospital." Joseph said. "I so desperately wanted to tell you. There’s finally going to be a boy in this house!"

“A baby brother!” The twins cooed as they inspected the image on the scan.

"I know, there are going to be hard times with this, your boyfriend is the father of my son, but only we will know the truth. I truly hope one of you," Sophie said, addressing her daughters, “ends up marrying this young man because I desperately want him to be officially part of this family.”

That was an understatement. It was going to be harder than any of us expected. I looked down at Sophie's tummy while the twins drilled their father for all the details. It might have been my imagination but her stomach looked like it was beginning to show the tiniest of bumps. She was going to need to tell people soon. The story would be a simple one, I supposed, because it was true from a certain point of view; Joseph and Sophie, after years of trying, had finally found a way to conceive. Only me, my parents and the twins would know otherwise. Sophie gazed into my eyes. "I will never be able to thank you enough. I love you so much," she beamed. She had never looked so wonderful in my eyes; the glow of expectant motherhood was radiating from her and she was happier than I had ever seen her be. She looked like she was in love and expecting a baby, put inside my belly by me, her own daughter’s boyfriend.

“Come on, I think we need to leave the parents to be alone for a while,” said Joseph, shooing his daughters towards the door, “They need time to decompress what all of this means. Who’s for ice cream?”

The twins looked at me and both smiled identical smiles. They were genuinely pleased for me. I hadn’t impregnated Ellen but he had fertilized their mother. She had taken my DNA and fused it with her own. My son would be a heartbreaker for sure. As they headed to the door with their father, the twins turned to me. They knew instinctively now that I was going to be conflicted by this turn of events.

“Don’t worry, okay?” Jessica stated, putting a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

“We know you will worry though,” Rachel added.

“But there is no need. This changes nothing between us,” Jessica continued.

“If anything… we love you more!”

“We get rid of Ellen and her threats, we both get you…” Jessica whispered. I did not miss the way she was looking at me or the not so hidden meaning there; both.

“...and we get a baby brother!” Rachel squealed happily.

“Girls?” interrupts his daughters, “Ice cream? Let’s get going. He understands! He has made me the happiest man on the planet, let’s give him time and space to come to terms with it all. Come on!”

Get Lucky continues in Chapter 7 “Jerome”

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Mar's Legends of Tomorrow Rewatch!

1x10 Progeny

More episodes here!

As the Legends grow closer to their inevitable showdown with Savage, they jump the closest to his reign of terror and the furthest into the future they've ever jumped, giving us the first new entry for our lists in this episode:

Kasnia Conglomerate, 2147

We also get a new entry for our list or aliases, since Ray claims his name is:

Dr. Hannibal Lecter

Jax understandably reacts to this, since it is a very well-known name in their/our time, and probably shouldn't have been Ray's go-to fake name while they're in the future. Thankfully, Dr. Bryce didn't notice, and seemingly, neither did Martin. The name probably stuck out to Jax because, as we learned in 1x08, he's a fan of horror movies, and would've undoubtedly seen The Silence of the Lambs.

There are a couple of small moments in this episode that make my blood boil, and unsurprisingly, they have to do with Carter and Rip. For Carter's moment, it occurs in the first flashback that Kendra has of him. (They had not yet changed their names to Edith and Joe Boardman at the time this flashback took place, and since we don't know what names they had before that, I'm just going to refer to them as Kendra and Carter for the sake of simplicity.) When Kendra tells him, very worriedly, that she's sensed Savage is near, he's dismissive of her because he hasn't sensed him. He tells her, "You think you [sense him]," rather than taking her at her word, and suggests that they take a vacation when she says it's time for them to go, despite knowing that she means they need to assume new identities and move. This scene just serves as further proof that his pattern of belittling her has been consistent in many of their lifetimes, more than likely all of them. I'm just glad she has the chance to be with someone as amazing as Ray in this one.

And as for Rip's scene, when he moves Per Degaton from the Med Bay to the Jump Ship, he cuts the tube that was being used to sedate him for absolutely no reason. He could've just as easily removed it properly and not damaged Gideon's equipment, since he wasn't in any hurry, and nothing was preventing him from taking the medical band off his arm. We know that he likes to be a dramatic bitch, but since nobody else was around to see this display, I think the more likely reason behind it is that he was so furious at Per Degaton (or that the others had tried to talk him out of killing Per Degaton) that he decided a little property damage would make him feel better. Either way, it's yet another example of him being selfish and volatile; very unbefitting traits for a captain.

But the Med Bay is also the setting of a much lighter scene in this episode, when we get another glimpse of Gideon's playful side! While they watch a sedated Per Degaton, she reveals to Sara that she can monitor people's dreams. She then goes on to say that, "Last night, you had a rollicking fantasy involving a young nurse." She'd already given Sara an example by telling her what Per Degaton was dreaming about, so she didn't need to demonstrate the ability again. She did it purely because she knew the dream was embarrassing to Sara and thought it would be funny to share it. She really doesn't get enough credit for being the team's main and most consistent prankster.

And, as a side note, it had been two years since Sara had seen Lindsay Carlisle, so she really must've been down bad for her to still be dreaming about her all that time later.

And now, for a few things I noticed that relate to later episodes of the show! If you're only on this episode, please be warned that there are spoilers under the cut!

When they're discussing what to do with him, Sara is the one who says, "It's not too late for Per Degaton to change." Rip's response is, "Says who?" Of course, he doesn't even entertain the idea that they might be able to rehabilitate Per Degaton. He does eventually decide not to kill him, but he barely says anything to him to try to help him become a better man. But Sara, who turns the Waverider into a haven for those seeking redemption when she becomes the rightful Captain, is the one who wants to try to help both Per Degaton and Mick find better paths. This isn't the last time she and her team are faced with a child they know will one day become a killer, either. They face similar dilemmas in Season Three Episode Ten, Daddy Darhkest with a young Nora Darhk, and in Season Five Episode Three, Slay Anything with a young Freddy Meyers. In both cases, she and her team do their best to show these kids that there's another way. They never once consider infanticide, like Rip does in this episode. And they ultimately succeed in helping both those kids become better people. (Unfortunately, Nora's redemption arc doesn't happen until she's an adult, but the Legends were still the driving force behind it. And they undoubtedly would have succeeded when she was a kid if Damien hadn't taken her back to the c*lt.) This scene serves both as an example of why Sara was always the rightful Captain of the team and of how the values that make the Legends great have always been there. It might've taken them a little while to truly find their footing, but they were always a team of heroes (even if they don't want to be called that).

And that's it for this episode's rewatch! Join me next week for Season One Episode Eleven, The Magnificent Eight! 🩵💜🩵

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