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Taking Jenn's Mom

By: eisbehr



After dropping Jenn off at the train station, I was expecting 5 days of undisturbed peace and quiet. I figured I'd get some resumes out, hit the gym and do some hiking while Jenn was gone. I'd only been back at my apartment for about an hour after dropping her off that my phone rang. It was Jenn.

I let it go to voicemail and then listened to the message.

"Hey honey. Sorry I missed you. I need you to do me a favor. Apparently my mom's driving up to see me and obviously I'm here. I need you to let her into my apartment and give her your key. I told her you were a friend so don't worry about her judging you or anything. I gave her your number so she'll be calling you when when she gets into town. Love you!"

Ugh, just what I needed. I dumped the rest of the beer down the sink and got dressed. As I was throwing on a shirt, the inevitable second call came. Unknown number - this must be Jenn's mom.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hi. Is this Nathan? This is Sandra, Jenn's mom. I'm told you might have a key for me." her voice was friendly and cheerful.

"Oh, hi Sandra. I do have a key. Jenn wanted me to water her plants but I guess you'll be taking care of that now" I lied, not sure Jenn even had plants but I felt the need to keep my true relationship with Jenn secret. Especially with all the trouble it had already brought me.

"Well, it's seven now and I should be there in about 20 minutes. Do you want to meet me there or should I come find you?"

"I'll meet you there,"

"Okay thanks. I've got a yellow Mustang," she said and then hung up.

I headed over to Jenn's. It was a fifteen minute drive. I waited in the parking looking for her car when a late model Mustang pulled in. I don't know what I was expecting but I was certainly surprised by the legs that emerged from the open door. Long and slender, perfectly shaped stems leading up into her tight white shorts. She wore black pumps which completed the look perfectly and when she finally emerged from the car completely she showed herself to be a fit older woman, probably close to my own age of thirty-eight.

Her shirt was a black sleeveless button-down number. The plunging neckline revealed two pert breasts about the size of grapefruits. Nowhere near the size of Jenn's gazongas but clearly a head-turning balcony.

She had a pretty face framed by shoulder length black hair. Silver earrings dangled playfully and bounced against her neck as she stood to pop the trunk. As she reached in my eyes were fixated on the perfect curves of her rear. In an earlier day - or perhaps even now - she could have been a model. Whatever the cause of her split with Jenn's dad, it wasn't because she'd let herself get out of shape.

I had never met Sandra previously at the group home. She didn't visit often and my schedule was often overnights so she wouldn't recognize me either. Hopefully the agency didn't give her a "courtesy call" telling her about her daughters taste in much older men.

I got out of my car to help her with her bag. She let me take it with a wink.

"Oooh! Such a gentleman," she smiled.

I led her up the three flights and put the key in the door. It stuck at first. I had never used this key and I never tested it when Jenn gave it to me. I rattled it around to no avail.

I looked at Sandra. "I'm afraid I've got some bad news. This key is bad. I'll have to call a locksmith."

"Oh no. Do you think they'll come out this late?"

"Well, we've just got to see." I used the map program on my phone and hit the link for the locksmith. An old man answered and said he'd be by in about ten minutes.

Sandra was relieved at that and sighed.

We sat on the stairs and waited for the locksmith.

"So how do you know Jenn?" she asked.

"We met at the gym," I lied. I didn't really want to bring up the exact nature of our relationship.

"Oh she didn't tell me she joined. I've been after her to do something physical. It's hard to lose weight once you gain it. Trust me, I know."

"Really?" My eyes rolled back in surprise.

"Oh yeah. I wasn't born like this. I had ballooned out to two-hundred and twenty pounds at my heaviest, three years ago. Once I couldn't fit onto a ride at a fair and it was just so humiliating I resolved to do something about it. I thought about surgery but decided to eat clean and exercise."

"It seems to have paid off."

"Well, my husband couldn't take it. He liked me fat, but it was an abusive relationship. I think he liked to control me with food and abuse. Once that carrot and stick were gone, he had no power. He left me for a three-hundred pound twenty-year-old from his work."

"And you're not seeing anyone now?" I asked.

"No. The divorce just became final last week. I came here to celebrate with Jenn before I went on my "victory cruise." Who knew she'd have gone to see her dad. Now I've got four days to kill and no one to kill them with."

She laughed at the irony of the situation and the footsteps of the locksmith interrupted us. 

He ascended the stairs and took a look at the lock. 

"It should be an easy fix but I need $75 up front for emergency call service," he said with a thick european accent." I took out two twenties while Sandra fumbled in her purse and handed him the remaining thirty five dollars.

"Thank you very much. This take about thirty minutes. Why not you two get drink across street and let me have room. I call on cell phone when I'm done."

Sandra and I looked at each other and seemed to agree. Walking across the parking lot the chilly late summer air felt a little raw. Especially after the day's rain. Sandra rubbed her arms briskly.

"Boy it got cold. Maybe I should run back in and grab something with long sleeves?" she said.

I took off my fleece and put it around her shoulders.

"You sure are a gentlemen," she laughed, "And look at your arms! Such an honor to be escorted by such a beautiful specimen of manhood. Hey maybe you and I could hit the gym together this weekend? That is if you don't mind?"

I was not immune to her flirting and a especially didn't mind the idea of spending my weekend with this beautiful hot mama. I wasn't sure Jenn needed to know anything about it, though."

"That sounds great, actually. I've got a wide open schedule myself," I said as we opened the door and headed to the bar.

We each ordered the house merlot and kept up our conversation. Sandra was naturally gregarious and easy to be around. Outgoing and flirtatious, confident and bold. Talking with her was free and refreshing. So different than Jenn in every way. 

"I'll admit that I don't know Jenn very well," another lie, "but you two seem so different. Is she more like her dad?" I asked.

"Oh, she might be. Or possibly her mother. I don't know anything about them. You see, we adopted Jenn early in our marriage when it was clear that we couldn't have children of her own. She was five when she came to us and her dad and I were in our twenties. I love Jenn totally but it always seems like we've been more like friends than a mother and daughter. Probably not the best way to raise a child but now that she's eighteen it hardly matters. Guess how old I am."

Shocked by all this information about Jenn, I had to play like it was just small talk. I sized Sandra up and down letting my gaze wander the length of her perfect fit body before letting our eyes meet.

"Thirty-two," I replied honestly calculating what she just told me.

"Oh you sweet thing," she batted her eyes and kissed me on the cheek playfully, "I'm forty-two. Probably much older than you. How old are you, thirty-five?"

"Thirty-eight."

The bartender nodded in our direction asking if we wanted two more. I nodded back in assent.

"Two glasses of wine is more than I usually drink in a month," Sandra laughed, "Do you think we have time?"

Just then the old man entered the bar and stepped up to us. 

"All set. I knew where to find you. Key work good now." I thanked him and we shook hands. Sandra excused herself and stepped off the stool presumably to find the bathroom. She was a little unsteady on her feet in the heels but made it okay. Clearly she would need assistance navigating the stairs back to Jenn's place.

The old man left and Sandra returned, refreshed and radiant. 

"Did you miss me?" she laughed. She sat back on the stool and we talked through the last glass of our wine. She was a great talker and the wine made her a bit more flirtatious and touchy. Still she was my girlfriend's mother and even if Jenn and I were having problems, taking advantage of her flirtatiousness wasn't going to help things. I couldn't help feeling a connection between us though. It was going to take all my will to resist her considerable charms.

"Oh my God!" Sandra cried, "Look at the time! It's almost eleven. If we want to get a workout in, we'd better call it a night."

I helped her down from her stool and she was even more unsteady on her feet than before. She put her arm around me for support and we headed out into the brisk night air.

We headed up the stairs, Sandra still unsteady on her feet. I got to the landing first and opened the down as Sandra slipped and missed a stair. With a fluid motion, I pulled her up and into my arms where she hugged me. I drew her into me a bit tighter pressing her breasts into me.

"Thank you for such a nice night. It was so nice just talking. I really like your company Nathan. I'm sorry I'm a little tipsy." Her hand rubbed my back.

She leaned back and we gazed into each other eyes and let our lips slowly meet. Her tongue entered my mouth and I let my hands move from the small of her back to the gentle curve of her perfect ass. She backed into Jenn's apartment and holding both of my hands dragged me in after. She kicked the door closed with her foot and led me to the couch where she kissed me some more.

"God, Nathan. You're such a good kisser. Make out with me."

Kissing Sandra was so different than kissing Jenn. Sandra was smaller for one thing, but also more forceful and more directive. She was a woman, not a girl and she wasn't afraid to tell me what she wanted.

"Rub my tits, honey. Don't you want to feel them in your hand?"

"I've wanted to all night, Sandy. Couldn't you feel my eyes burning right into you?"

"I have to tell you something. I might be a little tipsy, but I want you. I want to make love to you. You won't be taking advantage of me, I swear. But I haven't been with a man in eight years so if you have second thoughts, we should stop now. I don't want to be teased. Got it?"

I kissed her and started unbuttoning her shirt. Her nipples poked through the fabric of her bra indicating her arousal. My shaft, hard as iron was poking through the top of my shorts.

"I knew you'd see it my way."

She got on her knees on the floor and deftly removed my pants. Her shirt remained draped over her like a vest as her she took my cock in her hand. Her shining red nails like a glistening row of cherries as she began to pump me.

"Jesus Christ, you've got a big dick!" she exclaimed as she started to lick it up and down, "How the hell am I supposed to take all of that?" I held back from mentioning that her daughter also struggled with the size of my cock but eventually got used to it.

"It's like a paper towel tube!" She let her saliva cover the length of my shaft while the ruby tips of her fingers gently caressed it.

Her hands moved to cup my balls and then she went down on me, gobbling as much as she could take with her pouty lips. Her spit bubbled and foamed as she bounced her head on the end of my pole, eager to take more with every swallow. She was forcing herself to devour as much length as she could and making small gagging noises. Her black hair and earrings swinging back and forth to the rhythm of her motion.

I tried to grasp the situation but had difficulty understanding the quickness of what happened. My fat girlfriend's smoking hot mother was on her knees before me giving me hands down the sexiest, sloppiest knob job on the very couch where I fucked her two days ago. Not only that, I hadn't showered since this morning at the train station and my cock probably still tasted like Jenn's cunt.

I put my hand behind Sandy's head and pushed her pretty face further onto my cock. She shuddered at first and closed her eyes as she gagged bringing her lips all the way to the hilt of my cock. She looked up at me and I could see the hint of a victory smile in her eyes. She continued fucking me with her face almost violently. She was breaking a sweat and her hair clung to her forehead. As she massaged my balls, I could feel the tightness ready to erupt and I tried to hold back.

She redoubled her efforts. Moaning as she pumped my stick. Her breathing getting heavier as she tried to bring me off.

"You've got a big cock. I bet you've got a lot of cum for me to take. I want it all over my slutty little face," she went back down on me with purpose, impaling my cock into her face as she held back a gag.

I could feel myself inside the back of her throat when she pulled back and let the viscous mix of saliva and pre-cum fall down her chin. She did this repeatedly until he neck and bra were covered. The sight of this raven-haired beauty was intoxicating.

She removed her mouth from my rod and licked at my balls while she continued her stroking. I felt her tongue circle my asshole as her free hand rubbed the pre-cum mixture into her bra-covered tits.

She moved back and took my cock back into her mouth. Between slurps she moaned, "That's it babe, you wanna cum all over my face?"

"Sandy! I'm gonna cum!"

"Do it on my face, babe. All over my slutty face!"

She didn't let up bit but when she felt the initial spurt, backed up and took my load onto her face. I was surprised I had so much in me, especially after the load I shot into Jenn this morning but she pumped my cock hard, letting loose hot ribbons of spunk on her lips, bra, eyes and hair. She then took my mammoth hard-on and rubbed it into the mess.

"Oh God baby! There's so much cum. It's probably been a while for you too, I see," I didn't answer but thought to myself maybe about twelve hours.

Not wanting to enter that conversation, I went to the kitchenette counter and grabbed a paper towel for her to clean up with and spied a honey-bear bottle on the counter.

I kissed her on the lips tasting my own cum as she took the napkin. I continued kissing her and let my hands move to between her legs. I could feel how wet she was through her tight white shorts. I moved my finger beneath the hem and then beneath her sopping panties.

"God, I'm so wet for you."

I got on my knees before her and unbuttoned her shorts. I pulled them of leaving her naked from the waist down. Her pussy was shaved and glistening, her skin tight across her hard belly. I grabbed the honey and drizzled a few drops in a path from her navel to her sweet little box. I drizzled a few more drops on the inside of her thighs.

Kissing her inner thighs was heaven. Her skin smooth perfection. I let my tongue dance around each drop before licking it and swallowing. I was hungry for her pussy but I wasn't going to give in to my urges until the last drop had been licked up. First the left leg, then the right, then finally to the center.

She had unclasped her bra from the front and was playing with her tits. Her moans and breathing were growing with intensity as I licked up the last drop and let myself dive into her sweet honeypot. I lapped and swallowed drinking in as much as I could. Flicking her engorged clit with my forceful tongue. Letting my fingers become coated in her juices I pushed my index finger into her tight little ass.

"Tongue-fuck me lover! That feels so good! Right there! Right there! Oh-oh-oh! I'm cumming! Oh God! Yes! Make me cum!"

As her tight body writhed on the couch, she used both her legs and hands to bring me closer. The heels of her shoes dug into my back as she pushed my face harder into her cunt, grinding herself onto me. Stroking my newly hard cock, I lapped at her pussy determined to bring her off.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried out as her body heaved in ecstasy. "I'm cumming so hard!"

Her hair was now soaked with sweat and there was still cum clinging to it. I moved in as her body sighed in relief. I sat down beside her on the couch and we kissed some more.

As much as I wanted to fuck Sandra, part of me was hoping she was spent and we could call it a night without actually having sex. It was still a line that hadn't been crossed. However, I really enjoyed Sandra and could see myself being quite happy with her. If Jenn was going to break up with me, I suppose Sandra and I could start things with nothing more than a bit of chilliness between us.

Sandra apparently wasn't ready to call it a night. She stood up and dragged me to the bedroom, closing the door. Instead of getting on the bed, Sandra bent over it and spread her legs exposing her still glistening twat. Not needing to be told what to do, I took my pole and started rubbing the tip up and down over her slit.

"Do that, baby. Just like you are. Work me up to a frenzy. When I'm about ready to explode, I'll tell you. Then I want you to slam that whole big cock inside of me."

Obliging, I continued the teasing. And just like earlier today with her daughter I let the glistening tip of my cockhead linger at the entrance of her ass. Letting the lubrication of our sweat and her dripping juices cover my meat, I let her feel the entire ten inches move between her cheeks.

She looked back. "Not my ass. Please no. You're too big. Not today, but this weekend, I promise." It sounded too familiar.

"Talk dirty too me. Tell me what a slut I am!"

"You're a whore Sandy! Aren't you? Picking up strange guys! A little slut who fucks guys in her daughter's bed!" I slapped her ass as I continued rubbing her slit and clit with my tip.

She picked up from there.

"I'm such a dirty slut. I knew I wanted to fuck you when I saw you. I can't help it! It's been so long!"

"Give it to me baby. Fuck me like the whore that I am! Fuck me now! I'm ready!"

I was more than ready and slammed the length of my meat inside her tight hole. My fingers dug into her hips as I pounded violently into her.

"Oh God Nathan! I'm cumming! Cum with me. Cum inside your little slut! Own me with your seed! I want you to own me!"

"I want to cum all over your ass! I'm going to cum!" I protested.

"No! Take me inside! Spray your load inside your whore's cunt! Give me your cum!" she cried out as she met each my thrusts with equal force from her own body.

Unable to control myself, I felt my own cum burst forth inside her. The release was intense as I unloaded pulse after pulse of my seed inside her greedy pulsing snatch. She was milking every last drop into herself.

When finally we were spent we fell asleep and made love again in the middle of the night and in the morning each time more gentle and more like a consummate act of love than a violent fucking. Each time releasing my semen into the hot confines of her wet pussy.

*****

I awoke at seven and checked my messages. One from Jenn;

"Hi Hon. Guess you must be asleep. Hope things went okay with my mom. I'll call you later."

I called and left a message on Jenn's voice mail.

"Hi it's me. I'm going on a few hikes this weekend, so I'll be out of range. Hopefully, I get to hear from you. Love you. Bye." With that, I turned my phone off and spent the rest of the weekend, fucking Sandra til we couldn't fuck any more.

We did hit the gym occasionally and we did go back to my place. It was on the Sunday prior to Jenn's return that I overheard Sandra talking on her cell phone in the bedroom to Jenn. There were a lot of "yeses" and "I see's" but I couldn't make out the conversation. It wasn't going to be good on my end, I was sure of that. I was getting my coat on and preparing to leave when Sandra came out of my bedroom. Her mascara running from tears.


Taking Jenn's Mom Ch. 02



Chapter 02: Sandra's Story

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Based on lots of feedback from the story taking Jenn's mom, I reworked it a bit to be told from Sandra's point of view. That way, going forward, you'll be able to get a sense of where things may be headed. Additionally, many of your suggestions were ones I hope to incorporate into the overall story - which was never intended to be an overall story, but what the hell? So hopefully, you'll enjoy Sandra's retelling of the same events and hopefully as things play out everyone will be happy!

Yours, Eisbehr

*

The anger was still brewing inside me. Slowly bubbling up and simmering every day. I had cleaned out the last of my belongings and put them into storage following the finalization of our divorce and was sorting them into piles when an envelope caught my eye. It must have fallen out of the desk I had just moved, but it wasn't mine.

Rick had always been a cold and abusive husband and it took all the courage I had to leave when I did. He was never satisfied with me fat and less so when I lost the weight. Sex between us was a non-issue. I should have known something was up when he didn't want me either as an overweight woman or as a newly toned and fit 'goddess' - if I do say so myself.

When I finally told him I was leaving, he let me know he had someone else on the side. A little snooping and I was able to track her down at Sears where she worked. If my eyes were to be believed, Rick had traded down. This girl was a twenty year-old wreck. Near three-hundred pounds - all lumps, no curve - she had difficulty breathing as she lumbered over to ring out the customers waiting in line. At this point, I turned around and didn't look back. If that's what he wanted, let him have it.

However, it wasn't her obvious low-rent quality that had me disturbed as much as this girl's similarity to our daughter Jenn. Her eyes, hair and facial features were nearly identical - Christ, they could pass for sisters! Rick and Jenn always had a "special" father-daughter relationship, sometimes which I found creepy. But since Jenn never complained or said that he had done something inappropriate, I had no reason to intervene. Still, if this girl lost some weight, there would be no denying the similarity.

Jenn's behavior in her teenage years was troublesome, with running away and other acting out. Eventually enough trouble occurred and it was agreed by everyone concerned that placement in a group home would be best. Jenn did well there, working through a lot of issues, like her adoption and depression and eventually graduated from the program and high school. At no time was the possibility that Rick and Jenn might have had something other than a father-daughter relationship presented to me, and if it was I'm not sure I would have believed it.

So when I opened the envelope in the storage unit, my heart sank in betrayal and disappointment. The pictures tumbled out onto the desk. One by one I examined them. Peering into the lost eyes, I saw Jenn. The pictures themselves suggestive - even erotic -hinting at an illicit promise. She was dressed in a torn lace baby-doll top. Disturbing enough until I read the back. They all had little love notes on them. "Daddy's Bad Girl," "I love you Daddy."

I had no way of knowing Jenn's involvement. I would have to assume some coercion on Rick's part. The pictures weren't anything worse than teenagers send each other through text messages these days, but I couldn't tell the date they were taken.

You see, Jenn is an exotically beautiful girl. She had eyes that could melt your very soul, cocoa skin, jet black hair and an independence that even I envied. Truly, even I as overweight as I was was looking at this girl as an example of what I wanted to be. We adopted her when she was five and she showed the signs of a true beauty when she was ten. Her curves developed suddenly and Rick and I were forced to protect her from the predatory glances of neighborhood men's eyes. Hmm...how little I knew whom I should be protecting her from.

I sorted the pictures and made up my mind. I had four days before my cruise that I'd booked. I would go straight to Jenn and ask her what went on between her and Rick. I was glad to be free of him but at the same time a bit jealous as to weather his lust for Jenn was the cause of our divorce. Or worse, what if Jenn initiated things with Rick? God, there were so many questions!

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I packed up my Mustang, the one physical thing I retained from the divorce and headed to Jenn's. I needed to ask her what the truth was between her and Rick. I tried to call her several times but was foiled by AT&T's crappy service. I left a message saying I was on my way up to visit.

I can't describe how disheartened I was when Jenn returned my call saying she was pulling into Rick's driveway.

"I was coming to see Dad before going to hang with Jamie," she said, "I wish you'd told me you were coming."

Rick lives in New Jersey so there was no possibility of her turning back. I was now stuck in Haverhill, Mass with nowhere to stay. 

"I have a friend who has a key. I'm sure he can let you in," she said. I could tell instinctively by the way she said the word "friend" that this might be something more.

"Really hon? Is he a boyfriend?" I giggled into the phone making a bit of small talk.

"No Sandra! Nothing like that," she complained, "I'll give you his number, I'll call him and I'm sure he'll make you feel right at home."

"Well if you're sure it's no problem. How old is this 'friend?' Is he someone I might like?" I asked, listening for clues.

"He's closer to your age than mine, Sandy. Please though, he's my friend. Don't embarrass me. Please."

The tone in her voice was all I needed to hear. She was looking to be with this guy if she wasn't banging him already. If there's one thing I learned from the umteen "behavior conferences" I've attended to address her various issues - she was good at disguising her promiscuity.

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I called Nathan, her "friend," from the road. The sound of his voice was deep and sonorous. He could have had a voice for radio. He said he had a key for Jenn's place and he'd be glad to let me in. That's when I pulled over to the rest area.

The pieces of the puzzle came together. Jenn, my adopted daughter, liked much older men. I could tell by the defensive tone in her voice. In fact she was always defensive when it came to her relationships with men. Including Rick, my former husband. 

I pulled over and gave myself a bit of a cry. I knew the truth. Or at least I think I did. Jenn and Rick had more than a special relationship. They may have had a passionate sexual relationship for longer than even Rick and I did. I felt instantly empowered and ashamed.

There was a rest area ahead. I drove in and grabbed a few items from my bag. I headed to the bathroom and wiped the tears from my face. I headed to the women's room and locked the door.

Stripping out of my sweats and workout undies, I was naked in a rest-stop bathroom. At that time, in my mind, I really felt like Jenn had ruined my marriage. I felt like I should doll-up so I could ruin whatever budding relationship she had with this Nathan character. Real or unreal, fantasy or fact. Or rather like closing the barn door after the horses have gone, I felt like I needed to show Jenn I still had a trick or two up my sleeve.

I reached into my bag and found a black lace pair of boy-shorts. I pulled them up over my thighs and let the hem snap over my hips. The matching black bra fit perfectly over my still pert breasts and I clasped it securely in front. A vest-top from JC Penney cinched at my waist but showed off my considerable chest.

The shorts I saved for last. They were a 'treat for me' after I'd lost nearly a hundred pounds and I could never quite fit into - white denim Levi's. I stepped into them one leg at a time, raising them up over my calves and thighs. Pulling the unrelenting fabric over my rear, I struggled to fasten the button and zipper. They were tight and as I turned around in the rest stop mirror, I could see that my efforts at losing weight had paid off. My once sizable and overflowing rump was now a tight curvaceous package. I quivered in anticipation at the thought of seducing my daughter's boyfriend - or whatever he was. I stuffed my heels into sexy black pumps and got into my Mustang.

I was officially a "woman on the make."

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I pulled into the parking lot and emerged from the cockpit of my car. Nathan was out of his car, ready to assist me. He helped me with a bag and I was struck by his athletic build. If Jenn really was nailing this guy, she could have done a lot worse. 

Unfortunately at the top of the stairs, it was clear that the key wasn't going to work. We decided to each go half on the cost and called a locksmith. We made small talk on the top of the landing. I wanted to know the extent of their relationship, so I asked Nathan how he knew Jenn.

"We met at the gym," he replied. Liar. Jenn was as likely to join a gym as a nun was going to join a whorehouse. Still, I was drawn to his deep blue eyes and strong hands. We flirted a bit on the stairs for a while until the locksmith came. He said he'd need a while and suggested we go across the street and grab a drink. More than happy to spend a little alone time with this piece of cheesecake, I eagerly descended the stairs.

The air had turned a bit chilly and he gave me his fleece. I made a sly comment about him being a gentleman and stroked his muscular arm playfully. He was sinewy and his arms, though not huge, were very well defined. We entered the door and sat down at the bar. Two house reds were placed before us. The wine was full bodied and strong. Nathan was so easy to talk to. He listened and looked attentively into my eyes. When I caught him gazing into my cleavage, we both blushed.

I may have started out trying to make him my conquest, but after talking to him I felt I genuinely liked him. He was bright and funny and smart and we seemed to share a great deal in common. We hardly talked about Jenn at all.

I excused myself to go use the ladies room and stumbled on the heel of my shoe. After using the restroom, I checked my makeup and freshened up. I reached into my jacket - but wait, this was Nathan's fleece! - I pulled out a note. It said, "Things are going so fast. I'm scared but excited. I hope you are too! - J."

The writing was girly. I couldn't be totally sure it was Jenn's, but combined with the tone of her voice when she mentioned him and his fib about meeting her at the gym, I knew something was going on between them. I though to myself, "I'm a gorgeous woman. I haven't been laid in eight years. That little minx - no matter how much I love her - stole my ex-husband's heart. This could be for just one night." Wasn't I entitled to a little payback, after all.

I strode back to the bar. Nathan and I finished our drinks and we headed back to Jenn's place. He helped my up the stairs, what with my somewhat tipsy gait and heels. We unlocked the door and I kissed him.

His lips were soft yet strong. He drew me into the warmth of his body and his tongue parted my lips while his hands caressed my shoulders and back. God, he was a good kisser. Wet but not sloppy. My hunger for affection caused me to practically devour him. I took him by the hand into the apartment and said, "Make out with me."

I sounded like such a schoolgirl - probably what he was into. He obliged, kissing me fully. His kisses were wet and sensual. He held me close letting his hands wander over my curves. My whole body was vibrating with arousal and I could feel my pussy getting wet in anticipation. I took his hand and brought it up to my breast.

"Rub my tits. Don't you want to feel them in your hand," I moaned.

"I've wanted to all night. Couldn't you feel my eyes burning through you?" he answered.

This was now confession time. "I need you to know something," I kissed him, "I might be a little tipsy, but I'm a big girl and I know what I want. And I want you. I want to make love to you. I haven't been touched by a man in eight years, so if you're not up for this or have second thoughts, then we should stop now. I don't want to be teased. Got it?" I sounded quite emphatic.

He responded with a forceful kiss while his fingers unfastened the top button of my vest. Then the next button, and the next. The fabric exposed the flesh of my flat belly. A cool breeze fanned across my front and my nipples were ready to burst through the sheer fabric of my bra. I looked down and could see the top of his shaft poking above the waistband of his shorts. I backed him up to the love seat and assumed the position on my knees in front of him.

"I knew you'd see it my way," I said as I drew down his shorts and briefs.

Nothing could have prepared me for the sight in front of me. Nathan's cock was nearly ten inches in length and wasn't quite fully hard yet. I had seen movies where guys had equipment this big but I never understood how those poor girls could take that much length.

"Jesus Christ, you've got a big dick!" I exclaimed and cautiously licked the length of it, "It's like a paper towel tube!"

His dick was still growing in my hand as I cupped his balls. My mind was reeling with the thought of being reamed out by this shaft when I thought of Jenn. If my little girl was getting stabbed with this on a nightly basis, I could take it as well.

I let my inhibitions go and lowered my face onto the head of his cock. My mouth was open as wide as possible and I was able to get halfway down the length. I pumped the glistening shaft and gagged a bit. With every swallow I took a bit more. I wasn't going to be defeated by his meat.

My determination was producing a frenzy. Precum and saliva were dripping down my slutty face onto my neck and bra. I was face-fucking his pole hard when he reached behind my head and forced the remainder of his cock down my throat.

I held back choking. My nose pressed into him, I could smell the musky scent of his desire. I bet Jenn couldn't take his whole cock. I wanted to ask who was better but resisted, keeping my suspicions to myself. Also I had my mouth full.

I moved back and breathed. Pumping the shaft and slobbering all over that luscious tool.

"I bet you've got a lot of cum for me. Cum all over my slutty face," I went down on him harder and let one hand massage between his leg while the other rubbed the precum and spit all over my bra-covered tits.

"Sandy, I'm gonna cum," he cried.

"Do it on my face, babe. All over my slutty face!"

I felt his rod twitch inside me and backed away and ribbons hot white cum covered my face. I kept pumping him and more spunk shot onto my chin, running down my neck. Another blast hit my eyes and hair. I was a cum-covered, sweaty, slutty mess. I took his mammoth beast and used it to rub the load into my face. 

He moved to the kitchen and returned with a paper towel for my face. He kneeled before me as I sat my sweaty body on the love seat. I wiped as much as could off my face but I was glazed. My hair curled in sweaty ringlets.

He unbuttoned my tight white shorts and struggled to peel them over the rise of my thighs. Victorious, he drew them and my lace boyshorts down my legs and over my black pumps.

He took a plastic honeybear and drizzled small drops of honey over my inner thighs and just above my pussy. As I felt the heat of his tongue lick off the honey from the smooth white flesh of my legs, the honey trickled lower until finally my smooth shaved slit was a sticky sweet mess.

He was teasing me and he knew it. My breath quickened and I unsnapped my bra allowing my breasts to be rubbed by my hands. As my fingers stroked my sensitive nipples, I could sense Nathan's hunger to claim my glazed cunt.

He let his tongue wander around my clit, gently licking every sweet drop until he lifted up my legs and went down on me like a dog eating its last meal. He lapped and swallowed feverishly and I felt myself cresting and tensing. I wanted to hold off, but I could feel the swell controlling me.

He continued fucking me with his face. His tongue penetrating my hot folds and spurring me slowly on until I felt his finger inside my ass. It became to intense. I grabbed his head and held it into my sopping crotch.

"Tongue-fuck me lover! That feels so good! Right there! Right there! Oh-oh-oh! I'm cumming! Oh God! Yes! Make me cum!" I wailed.

My shoes dug into his back as I ground my cunt into his eager face. The white-hot wave of ecstasy enveloped me as I allowed myself the release I craved. I drew my lover up to the couch and we kissed some more. I tasted myself on him and felt so close to him.

Maybe this was enough. Here I was with my daughter's supposed boyfriend letting ourselves ravage each other in pornographic style. What had turned into a girlish, perhaps unreasonable vendetta had locked me into something more. I really liked Nathan, knave that he was, and could see this going further.

I grabbed his hand and we led him to the bedroom. I bent over the bed and he covered me with his warm body. Instinctively, he took his rock-hard meat and massaged my still-wet hole. 

I wasn't sure how that monster would feel inside me. I'd not been with a man for eight years and my former husband wasn't exactly blessed in that area. I knew this was going to be all or nothing. I looked back at the hung beast behind me.

"Do that, baby. Just like you are. Work me up to a frenzy. When I'm about ready to explode, I'll tell you. Then I want you to slam that whole big cock inside of me."

He continued teasing me by sliding his cockhead up and down, driving me insane with pleasure. He lingered at the entrance of my ass and I tensed in fear. There was no telling what that beast would do to my ass, and I didn't want today to be the day to find out.

"Not my ass. Please no. You're too big. Not today, but this weekend, I promise," I stalled, buying a little time, "Talk dirty to me! Tell me what a slut I am!"

I was feeling so dirty and wild now. Having my daughter's man take me in her bed was turning me on beyond anything I'd ever felt.

He called me a whore. He said that I was a dirty slut for fucking strangers in my daughter's bed. He was right.

"Give it to me baby. Fuck me like the whore that I am! Fuck me now! I'm ready!"

He slammed that shaft into my pussy like a weapon. A tear left my eye as I braced myself, my fingers digging into the mattress. His thrusts were violent and conquering and his hands dug into the meat of my curves.

I was going to cum yet again. I could feel the warmth possess me. I wanted us to cum together. I wanted him to own me, to want me.

"I'm cumming! Cum with me! Cum inside your little slut! Own me with your seed. I want you to own me!"

He wanted to pull out and shoot his load on my ass. Maybe some other time. I needed him to claim me.

"No Take me inside. Spray your load inside your whore's cunt! Give me your cum!"

I felt him twitch inside me as his pole pulsed his cream into me. I could feel the hot blast line the walls of my pussy.

We collapsed in a sweaty heap and made love two more times that night. I spent the weekend before my cruise at Nathan's fucking like there was no tomorrow. Each time letting him fill me with his spunk.

I truthfully didn't think of Jenn until she called. She had no idea I was with Nathan. I saw no reason to tell her now.

"Mom. I have to tell you something and I'm not sure how," she said.

"Just spit it out honey. You can tell me anything," I replied.

"Well, it's just...I'm pregnant."

Silence

"Who's the father?" I asked, fearing the worst.

"Nathan, but I haven't told him and I'm scared. I don't know what he'll say."




Taking Jenn's Mom Ch. 02



My heart sank. Despite the awkwardness of taking my daughter's boyfriend, I really liked him and thought we may have a chance.

"Don't tell him yet, hon. Are you even sure you want to keep it?"

"Yes. I want to have a family."

My heart sunk further. 

I was crying blindly around the room when I landed in Nathan's arms.

I told him Jenn was pregnant but kept the details to myself. I wanted Nathan for myself and this pregnancy would complicate things. 

He held me close and told me everything would be alright as my tears soaked into his shirt. I knew I was falling hard for him.



Taking Jenn's Mom Ch. 03



AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Okay, here's a quick recap as some of the story got uploaded out of order.

Jenn - 18, and Nathan - 38, have acted on their lust and started a relationship. Nathan was a counselor at her group home so has crossed a professional boundary. He has lost his job because of this.

Jenn, a sultry, curvy, and needy BBW has gained weight and it is discovered that she is pregnant about a month into their affair. Her behavior has become slightly more unhinged leaving Nathan to question whether or not she is going to leave him.

Sandra, Jenn's adoptive 42 year old hot mom, is a former BBW. She has come to town to ask Jenn about a possible sexual relationship she suspects Jenn was having with her adoptive father after finding some suggestive photos. Sandra also suspected Jenn has something going on with Nathan and in an act of revenge over what possibly happened between Jenn and her dad makes advances towards Nathan.

Sandra has not made it clear to Nathan that she knows about him and Jenn. Nathan has not told Sandra about Jenn, nor has he told Jenn about Sandra. After a weekend of wild sex, Sandra leaves for a two-week post-divorce celebration cruise. Just prior to her leaving on the cruise, Jenn reveals to Sandra (but not Nathan) that she is pregnant with Nathan's child. She implores Sandra not to tell Nathan as she doesn't want him to be mad. Sandra is saddened by this as she had hopes for her relationship with Nathan and was hoping Jenn and he were no more than a brief fling.

While she is gone, Nathan continues his relationship with Jenn. She has fetishized him as a father figure and has made more degrading requests like public urination in the park. She has also gained more weight with the combination of being pregnant and working at Wendy's. In a moment of lucidity, Jenn enters the hospital as her behavior has become more erratic as a result of discontinuing her medication while pregnant. Prior to entering the hospital, she tells Nathan that she is pregnant with her child

Sandra returns from her cruise ten pounds heavier and resumes her relationship with Nathan. She is pleased that Jenn is in the hospital taking care of herself. After a "welcome home" round of sex, Nathan finds a pregnancy kit in the bathroom. He confronts Sandra, who against all odds, is pregnant.

For those interested in reading the stories in order, they are as follows.

Helping Jenn Move

Dropping Jenn Off

Taking Jenn's Mom

Taking Jenn's Mom (Sandra's POV)

Jenn's Pregnancy

So there you go. Five stories, two women, mother and daughter, pregnant by the same man. Where will it go from here? Stay tuned! 

SANDRA AND JENN: TOGETHER

"I'm pregnant."

My body froze and my pulse simultaneously stopped and raced.

"But how? I thought you couldn't get pregnant!" I asked.

"I didn't either. I mean I took tests and everything. It must have been that Rick was sterile."

"Wow," I sighed to myself and sat on the bed. Sandra came up behind me and kissed my neck.

"I'm sorry this got so complicated. I also need to tell you something," she paused letting the silence build in the air.

"I know about you and Jenn. I suspected from the beginning, I guess. And when it became clear to me that you guys had a thing, it didn't stop me from wanting you."

"Sandra - that weekend you arrived, I swear I thought Jenn had left me and I had a lot of doubts about the relationship anyway. When you told me she was pregnant, I knew I was the father and I felt so conflicted."

"That's why you continued fucking her while I was on the cruise?" she threw at me.

"I didn't do anything like that!" I stammered, knowing it was a lie.

"Christ! There's a bag of her lingerie in the front room. Were you going to take it to the hospital and fuck her there?" she shouted at me. I was stunned at how quickly this conversation had turned combative.

"Sandra! It's not like you and I agreed on a committed relationship or anything. What were you expecting?" I asked.

"I don't know," her rage lessened, "I guess I knew there was something between you and Jenn. I just wanted to take a bit of it for myself. I never told you I suspected something was going on between her and Rick. I found some photos of her. I can't prove anything, but it seems likely," she confessed.

"Rick? Your ex? Jenn's dad?" I asked, taking it all in, "That explains a bit."

"How so?" she asked.

"I don't think now's the best time to get into it. Let's just say I think Jenn has some serious 'daddy issues'," I said making air quotes.

Sandra threw on my old shirt. I moved in to hold her and she pushed me away.

"I need some time. I think we all do. I know I'm as much to blame as anyone, but this is a VERY awkward situation. Jenn doesn't even know I'm pregnant. How do you think that's going to go down?" she said curling up on my bed.

"Well, she's not really your daughter. She is adopted. Maybe it will feel like two friends giving birth at the same time?"

She gave me a stare. 

"You really think? My grandchild will be half-sibling with my own child. God, it sounds like an episode of Jerry Springer," she cried into the pillow.

My phone rang. It was Jenn. I picked it up.

"Hi honey," she chirped.

She sounded a lot more lucid.

"What's going on?" I asked, "How you feeling?"

"Well, that's just it. Great. My moods are stable. I feel good about us. I'm looking forward to being a family. That is, if you want that," she paused.

"Yeah, yeah," I stammered, "me too."

"Hey is my mom back from her cruise? I tried calling but there was no answer." 

"Yeah, she got back last night. She's fine," I replied.

"Well, she's probably sleeping on my bed. I bet she's tired. Any luck on a job?"

"Actually, I got a call the other day from the Social Service people. I'm going to an interview tomorrow at ten." I said.

"Oh. I was hoping you could pick me up earlier. I'm anxious to get out of here," said Jenn.

"I'll swing by. Maybe I'll have your mom come with me," I said.

"Actually, don't worry. I have a backup. Call me when you're done with your interview!" she said cheerfully, "Love you."

Click.

Sandra looked up from the bed, "What's going on?"

"She gets out tomorrow. I've got an interview at ten but I really think we should let Jenn know about us and it might be a good idea to do it in the safety of the hospital. She's bound to take it hard," I said.

"I don't know. What do we want to tell her? Just about the pregnancy? About us? Is there even an us? For that matter am I still going to have a daughter after this comes out? I can't bear the thought of losing her!" Sandra sobbed.

I held her as her tears soaked my shirt.

"You'll still have me," I offered.

"Augh!! Does this mean you're going to stop fucking her?! What is she to you? Do you love her? When you're with her do you say the same things you say to me? Hell, what's going through your mind when you're fucking either of us!" she wailed.

"Look, Sandra. I recognize that this is awkward and crazy and that maybe my own actions have been less than admirable here. But I'm sure I'm not the only one of the three of us that's been less than truthful. Also realize that I'm going to be the father of two children and I intend to be the best one I can be. That means that however things turn out, we're going to be in each other's lives for a long time.

I love you, Sandra. I love Jenn too. Perhaps in a different way. If you're asking me to choose, well, then I choose you. You're funny, smart, and beautiful and you make my heart sing when I just hear your voice. 

I've got a lot to sort out. But it seems even clearer now, that we need to tell Jenn that you and I love each other and we're going to have a baby together. But I have to offer whatever support I can to Jenn for the sake of our baby - your grandchild - understand?"

"I guess so," she lifted her head from my now tear-soaked shoulder and kissed me on the lips. I lowered her to the bed and held her body against mine as we faded to sleep.

+++++++++++++

The alarm woke me up at six and we arose together. I turned on the shower and stepped into the tub. Sandra daintily stepped in behind me and we kissed beneath the warm water raining down.

I grabbed the bottle of body-wash from the holder and let the scent of cucumbers and melon fill my nose as I poured it over Sandra's glistening body. She had added nearly ten pounds from the pregnancy and had a small "baby-bump" but in general was still very fit. I watched as the foaming suds slowly travelled down her marvelous curves. My hands soaped and lathered her luscious round breasts from behind and I heard her moan in contentment as my cock stirred between us in response to the slick wet stimulation.

We kissed beneath the water, our soapy bodies slick with lather. My hand moved from her breast to the now slightly rounder curve of her once-flat belly. I though about the times we had made love and the miracle of the child inside this beautiful woman. I moved lower, between her legs and felt not just the wetness of the water, but the slicker, muskier wetness between the folds of her pussy.

Sandra bent forward exposing her pussy to me. She grabbed my cock with one hand while she braced herself to the faucet with the other. She guided me slowly to the entrance of her pussy and I let myself sink further into the slick heat of her womanhood.

Her free hand moved between her legs and she massaged her clit and I watched my engorged shaft move slowly in and out of her.

She was moaning and gasping as I reamed my meat in and out of her. I looked at the creamy white skin of her round ass and viewed it as a canvas on which to spray the hot load boiling inside my balls. With a shudder her cunt clamped around me. Her hand grasped the rail for balance as her shining wet body braced itself in pleasure. 

Watching her cum, I felt my own loins twitch and pulled the full ten-inch length of my cock from her. Still coated in her juices, I grabbed my cock and aimed as hot spunk shot out from my tool. With every spurt, her ass became nearly covered with my juice. After the last drop was milked from my dick, she turned around and got on her knees taking my cock into her mouth, cleaning it off with her tongue.

I lifted her up from the floor of the tub and tasted myself and her as we kissed like hungry lovers.

++++++++++++++++

Sandra dropped me off at the front of the hospital and went to park the car. It was eight in the morning. My job interview was right across the street so talking with Jenn in a meeting could take as much time as it needed to tell her that Sandra and I were having a baby as well and that although it was awkward, we'd still offer all the support we could.

I get to the info desk to sign in as a visitor and was stunned when the receptionist had told me that Jenn had been checked out at seven-thirty. I exited through the revolving door where Sandra questioned what was going on. I explained as we walked back to the car.

"Who did she leave with?" she asked.

"The lady wouldn't say as I'm not family. But it doesn't really matter, she's at home or on her way. Do we have time to drive there and tell her?"

"I'd really like to get this over with," Sandra said, "We can tell her together. If she breaks down, I'll stay with her and you can take my car." 

I agreed and we drove the ten minutes to Jenn's apartment. We ascended the stairs and I knocked on the door.

No answer.

Without speaking, Sandra handed me the key. If Jenn wasn't home, we'd wait for her."

Although the heat in the stairwell was stifling on the third floor, the AC of Jenn's apartment brought a welcome chill. The TV was on and I shouted "hello."

No answer again.

"She may have gone out. There's probably nothing to eat here," Sandra said, plunking herself down on the couch, flipping through the channels.

I flopped down next to her and we kissed. Sandra reached down and pushed the clicker and the TV went black.

My hands went to her breasts and I could swear I heard something.

"Do you hear that?" I asked.

She cocked her hear up. "It sounds like crying," she said.

I got up from the couch and looked to the closed bedroom door where it appeared the sound was coming from. 

A slightly rhythmic wailing growing in intensity. The volume increased as I approached the door and I thought of Jenn crying alone on her bed.

I put my hand on the knob, so as not to disturb or surprise her. My hand tightly grasped the brass and I felt the latch release. I opened the door slowly and as the volume of the wailing hit my ears, my eyes were nearly blinded by betrayal.

I held in my rage for a second to take in the sight before me.

I saw Jenn, her giant ass shaking and grinding as whoever was beneath her let him ride her cock. She was moaning, glistening with sweat, and clearly lost in the moment. Her back was to me and I closed the door on them and returned to the couch.

Sandra turned to me, "What is it?"

"She's got someone in there," I tried to disguise my hurt and disgust so as not to upset Sandra.

"Really? That little slut." She held me, tuned to my own upset feelings.

The sounds of ecstasy grew louder and I imagined myself as the man beneath Jenn.

Her moans turned to cries of pleasure as I heard Jenn explode on top of her Mystery Man. I felt a shiver of excitement vibrate through my core as Sandra refocused me.

"We came to tell her about you and me. I think I know a better way," she said lifting up her skirt and pulling down her beige lace panties.

My cock was rigid with lust, pain, rage and revenge as I let my own khakis fall to the floor. Sandra mounted me and her sopping cunt enveloped me quickly. Our own sighs and moans mingled with the sounds from the next room. 

I heard Jenn using the same lines on this guy as me, "I love you...Fuck me daddy...Fill my cunt up!"

This fueled the force of my own thrusts as I pounded into Sandra.

In an explosive bursts, I heard the couple in the next room finish as their lovemaking reduced it's pace from frenzied to subdued.

Sandra held off forcing me to delay my own orgasm. Slowly she allowed her own climax to build as she held me close, her sweating body claiming me for her own. I knew now, all at once, how much I loved her and let my semen burst forth into her tight wet hole.

"Oh God Nathan! Fill me Up! Own me!" Sandra cried as her cunt milked every drop of milk from my cock.

The door opened and Jenn emerged with a towel, hardly noticing us as she walked by, but then turning, taking in the sight before her with the same look of shock and betrayal that I had outside her bedroom door.

"Mom! What are......? Nathan? What the fuck?!?" she said as the towel dropped to the floor.

Emerging from the bedroom was an older man I didn't recognize.

Sandra looked up from kissing me, "Rick!?!?!?"



Taking Jenn's Mom Ch. 04



AUTHOR"S NOTE: Thank you for all your comments and feedback and suggestions. I've got ideas for a few more chapters. Please keep reading! 

*

Stunned.

That's the only word to describe the reaction probably each of us experienced. Jenn, walking out of her bedroom, naked, to be greeted by the sight of her mother on top of her boyfriend - was stunned.

I, seeing Jenn followed from her room by a man at least ten years my senior, was stunned.

Sandra, seeing Rick - her ex-husband and Jenn's dad - follow her out of the bedroom to the shower, was stunned.

Rick, seeing his ex-wife riding a strange man on the couch, may not have been stunned by that. But was definitely stunned by being caught fucking his daughter.

Sandra leapt off me quickly and started for Rick. Shouting and punching at him, naked from the waist down, she threw everything she had at him.

"You bastard! You've been fucking your own daughter?! For how long? I want to know! Tell me, you fuck!" she screamed through her tears.

Jenn had moved to the bathroom and closed the door. Rick was defending himself against Sandra's blows and hopping to the bedroom where he locked himself in and presumably left through the fire escape. We did not see him again.

I buckled my pants and went to pull my pregnant Sandra off Rick, but he had since locked the door between them. I pulled her trembling body up from the floor and brought her to the couch where she covered herself up with a throw before pulling up her panties.

"Sandra," I said, kissing her head as I held her, "I don't want to leave you here, but If I don't get to this job interview, I won't get another shot."

"I know. Go. I'll be fine. I need to talk with Jenn anyway," she sniffed.

"I'll see you at home when I'm through," I promised. I left without saying anything to Jenn.

++++++++++++++++++++++

The job interview went well and I was offered a job as a Case Manager. I had a friend there who was able to overlook the incident at the group home and I'd be working with mostly elderly people.

I was introduced to Megan who would orient me on Monday. She was a well built woman of about thirty who seemed to know her way about and was quite friendly as well. Her airy personality and her pretty face were a breath of fresh air compared to the recent stressors at home.

While I was getting to know my way around, I noticed a voicemail from Sandra.

"Hey, it's me. I told Jenn about us. And the pregnancy. She didn't take that too hard, but I think she's in a bit of shock. So am I really. She's coming back with me and I guess we can talk more at home." Sandra's message ended.

On my way home, I stopped to pick up something easy for dinner. Sometimes food acts as oil on troubled water.

I arrived back at the apartment at three and both Sandra and Jenn were there. Their faces were clearly red and spent from crying and I got the sense that a lot of issues had been talked about.

"So what's going on," I asked, placing the groceries on the counter.

"I guess our little situation today is more than just a one time thing," Sandra spoke.

"I gathered that," nodding.

"Apparently, Rick's been having sex with Jenn since her eighteenth birthday - for money. She'd go back to his house and he'd pay her a couple hundred dollars to have sex with him. I guess that's what paid the rent," Sandra explained.

Jenn was lying on the love-seat, silent.

"Not only that, but the rent never got paid. Once you left, the landlord came up and demanded she pay fifteen-hundred dollars or leave the premises. He threatened to get the police, so I brought her here," Sandra sighed, staring at the ground.

"Is she going to stay here?" I asked.

"Well, it's not my first choice," she glared at me, clearly understating the fact that I had impregnated both of these women.

I brought Sandra into the kitchen. "Do you think that there's the slightest chance Rick might be Jenn's baby's father?" I asked, hopefully.

"After today, I wouldn't be surprised at anything. But Rick's sterile. He couldn't make a baby with me, why would he be able to with Jenn. I clearly wasn't infertile," she said, rubbing the bump of her belly.

"So," she said, continuing, "She's here for the time being until other arrangements can be made. I'm her mother, I'm going to act like it. She is a very vulnerable girl and I expect you to treat her as such. I'm heading out to get Jenn her medication. I need to trust you, Nathan. I know you're attracted to her, but as awkward as this is, if I think you're betraying me with Jenn, I don't know what I'll do."

"Understood," I answered rolling things around in my mind, "I thought she was off meds."

"It's just a vitamin oil to help with the stretch-marks. It needs to be applied three times a day."

"How'd she take the news of the pregnancy?" I asked.

"Better than I thought. She's - I mean we both are, really - looking forward to bonding with two kids the same age. There is a silver lining to the cloud, I guess, if you look for it."

"What's the cloud?" I questioned with mock ignorance.

"Well, sharing you for one. The fact that our babies will have the same father. Shall I go on?" she replied.

"No. I get it." I said as she picked up her purse.

"I love you," Sandra said, kissing me on the cheek.

She headed out the door and I went to the main room to check on Jenn. I sat down on edge of the love-seat and touched her shoulder.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Don't be. We both weren't honest with each other. I'm sorry too. This whole thing is just so fucked up," she offered.

Jenn was wearing grey sweatpants and a loose grey shirt. I lifted her up to hug her and she embraced me tightly.

I inhaled her scent deeply, drawing her close to me as her own breathing quickened and we both started crying, sobbing into each other until we couldn't cry any more. It felt good to hold Jenn again after so long, to feel her soft curves. I kissed her lightly on the lips.

"I don't think Sandra would approve," she said, her tears giving way to a smile.

"It was just a hug and a light kiss. I'm supposed to be supportive," I argued. We kissed some more. Slow, languid and dreamy. Jenn's kisses were like a little breath of heaven, easy to get lost in. Her lips were soft, plump and pouty and when I looked at the clock, it appeared that we'd been making out for nearly ten minutes. The pharmacy wasn't all that far away and Sandra would be back soon.

Fortunately the new job would keep me away from Jenn for part of the day. It took every ounce of my willpower to keep from ripping Jenn's sweats off and fucking her right there on the love-seat. This arrangement was going to be difficult.

I moved to the kitchen and figured I'd start cooking something nice and perhaps get the new arrangement of to a nice start. I looked in the cabinet and pulled out some San Marzano tomatoes and some pasta. Jenn got off the sofa and wrapped a green apron around her ample curves.

"What are we making?" she chimed, doing her best to be cheerful.

With a phony Italian accent, I replied, "We-a going to make-a my special italian sauce-ah."

"Hmm, what can I do to help you with your special sauce?" she offered with all the innuendo.

This was treading VERY dangerous ground. Sandra was due to be home shortly and the atmosphere was very sexually charged.

"Do you want me to take care of the meat," she licked her lips.

"Or maybe I should handle the sausage," she added

"Jenn, we should stop," I protested.

"Shhhhh." she put her finger to my lips and kissed my chin, then my neck.

Fumbling with my belt, she unsnapped my pants and let them fall to the floor. She then pulled my boxers down.

On her knees with my growing cock in her hand she said, "I missed your cock so much, baby."

"It missed you too," I backed up bracing myself against the counter.

"Does Sandra suck your cock as good as me?" she asked, looking up at me doe-eyed, "Does she fuck you with her tits like me, Baby?"

I remained silent, nervous that Sandra might return.

Jenn rose from the floor. Taking my hand, she led me to the love-seat. As I pulled up my pants, she pulled her sweatpants and panties down over the curve of her more than ample hips. Facing the rear of the love-seat, ass in the air, her pussy glistening from her juices - I found her irresistible.

"You see," she started, "The problem with my mother is she can't share. As long as I can have you when I want, I don't mind what you do with her. Now fuck me with that big cock of yours."

Unsure of myself but raging hard, there was little question which side would win out. I entered her slowly from behind, gradually quickening my pace.

"That's it babe! That's so good! Fill me up with that giant dick!" she cried.

My meat was now plunging in and out of her slit as her cheeks jiggled and shook from the pounding. I pulled out and sat on the other side of the love-seat where Jenn mounted me once again, still facing away. In the reflection of the television I could see her curves shaking with the force of every time she slammed her considerable weight on top of me. Her belly was much more pronounced now from the pregnancy and she lifted up her black t-shirt to expose it.

I grabbed the meat of her hips as her breathing quickened. A dewey coat of sweat covered her as I struggled to force the entire length of my shaft into her eager cunt.

"That's it lover! Fuck your little girl! Own me with that cock, Daddy!" she screamed.

With those words, my loins tightened and I was about to spray my cream into Jenn when we both heard the doorknob twist. The door opened but was held back by the chain-lock.

A look of panic flashed over Jenn's face as she bolted upright and pulled her sweatpants back on hurriedly. I pulled my own on as well.

"Hey! Open up!" I heard Sandra say impatiently as my cock twitched in my pants. I tried to hold back but couldn't control myself. A few spurts of cum plastered the inside of my pants and a half-dollar sized stain grew near my pocket.

I rushed to the kitchen and tucked a dishcloth over my belt as Jenn feigned frustration with the lock.

Our hearts still racing both from desire and panic, Jenn unchained the door, letting Sandra and her bags enter.

"Why was the door locked?" Sandra questioned.

"Just habit, I guess," said Jenn.

"Oh honey, you looked flushed! You should go lay down. I've got your cream and I'll help you with it if you want," Sandra said to Jenn as I chopped up onions and garlic for sauce.

Jenn went in the bedroom and Sandra joined me in the kitchen. She kissed me and let her hands move up and down my body, lingering over my still tumescent pole.

"Mmmm, is this for me?" she cooed playfully, "Maybe after the kids go to bed, the grown-ups can play. I got two things of cream." She kissed me and then looked down.

"Hey," she started, "I'm sorry to have sounded like a bitch before. I mean, everything's so crazy and happening so fast. My emotions are like a roller coaster. Do you understand?"

"I think so. Maybe I sound like a broken record, but I'm going to have to be strong for all of us, and both our babies," I said.

"I know. I just don't like to share," she winked.

"Sandra. I'm going to love these two children equally. Do you think my heart is so small that there's not enough love for both you and Jenn?" I asked.

"To tell the truth, it's not a question I've had to ask before," she said.

"Actually, Sandra - you have - only the answer Rick gave you wasn't one you wanted."

The sauce started boiling. I went to the counter to throw the noodles in and quickly chopped up a salad. Sandra set the table and Jenn came out of the room for dinner.

We ate in near silence. The air was pregnant with unasked questions about our new living arrangements and who would sleep where and what our future would hold.

We finished eating and Sandra said to Jenn, "I probably should show you that oil. I'll help you with your back. I'll meet you in the bedroom."

"Let's do it on the couch, It's time for 'Lost' and I haven't been keeping up," she implored.

As I stacked the dishes in the machine and cleaned the counters, Jenn lay on the couch and Sandra lifted her shirt up. I watched, mesmerized, as Sandra squeezed a moderate amount of the gel on her back. Stretch marks from her weight gain were visible on her sides and back and Jenn shivered as Sandra rubbed the slick oil over her back and sides.

Sandra unsnapped Jenn's bra and lifted her shirt up further. She caught me looking. 

"See, it's not that easy to share, is it?" Sandra said with a smile.

FInished with the dishes, I went to the living room to enjoy the show. I sat in the comfy chair across from them, my cock straining against the fabric of my pants. Jenn rolled over, exposing her belly.

"Mom, can you do my belly too," as Sandra drizzled the viscous gel all too willingly over Jenn's growing belly.

"Only if you do mine. This stuff kind of tingles. It smells good too! What is that, rosemary?" Sandra massaged the oil all over Jenn's stomach. Jenn lifted her rear up and rolled the waistband of her sweats to just below her hips.

Sandra cupped her hands over Jenn's abdomen and mock-yelled, "Hello baby! This is Grandma! Can you hear me?"

My cock was raging at this point and Sandra kissed Jenn's belly.

"I think this needs to move to the bedroom," I said. I received in reply only scornful glares.

"I think someone needs to grow up," Jenn said with a wink, "This is just two women bonding over their babies. It's the most natural thing in the world, you don't need to sexualize it."

"It's hard for me not to. The two sexiest women in the world are having an oil party while I have to watch! This is torture!" I sighed.

Jenn sat up while Sandra lifted up her shirt. Her belly was not as pronounced as Jenn's. She got on her knees before her and slathered the rich, earthy smelling lotion over Sandra's smooth tummy.

"Oh God, honey! That feels incredible!"

Jenn continued massaging the oil into Sandra's flesh when she unbuttoned her shorts to give Jenn greater access. Unconsciously, I was rubbing my cock through my pants. This action caught Sandra's eye.

"Hey! Quit touching yourself. You've got two pregnant ladies here. You should be helping us!" Sandra barked, "Jenn, let's get to the bedroom and see if lover-boy can really treat us equally like he says."

Sandra continued, "We'll be in the bedroom. You wait till we're ready."

After about five minutes, I was beckoned into the bedroom where the girls were face-down, each covered with a white sheet. The tube of gel was between them and the CD player was playing some new age music Sandra liked. A candle was flickering on the window sill. I knelt between them on the bed and poured the lotion onto my hand. I warmed it up between my palms and applied them to Sandra's shoulders.

"Oh God, I love a massage," she moaned.

Jenn remained still on her side while I worked up and down the length of Sandra's fit and shapely curves. She was completely naked under the sheet but utterly comfortable in the relaxed atmosphere. After about fifteen minutes of working on Sandra, I turned my attention to Jenn.

Jenn, although she had gained weight, was still very tight. Rubbing the oil into her made it easier for me to appreciate how exquisitely sculpted her curves were. After ten minutes, her cocoa skin shone in the flickering candlelight. The pulsing music was hypnotic. I removed myself from the bed to remove my own oil-soaked clothes and Jenn grabbed Sandra's hand.

"Get close to me Sandra. Let's let the babies feel each other's heartbeats."

Sandra slowly mover toward Jenn. They grabbed each other and pressed their slick flesh together. What started as a brief touch turned into an embrace and then I lost my breath when Jenn kissed Sandra right on the mouth. Their lips explored each other lightly at first but soon their limbs and lips became more frenzied.

I completely undressed and got behind Sandra. I whispered into her ear, "She's hard to resist, isn't she."

Sandra moaned in agreement as she continued the kiss. I pulled her face toward me to kiss her and she curled up to the headboard. She kissed me hard and passionately. Jenn came over and kissed the both of us, then just Sandra, then her neck and then took her breasts in her hand and kissed each of those lingering to suck on a nipple. She kissed her belly and then got between her legs and started kissing Sandra's slick shaved pussy.

Sandy's head was lolling in a sort of ecstasy as Jenn probed her juicy engorged folds with her tongue. The adjusted their position so that Jenn was eating her out and bent over the bed. I saw my opportunity and shoved my rock hard weapon into her cunt from behind. I could see than Jenn was also finger-fucking her and that Sandra was coiling the sheets in her hands.

I was in a state of hyper - turn-on-edness. Watching Sandra squirm and wiggle in euphoria; gasping and moaning and Jenn ate out her mom's pussy while I reamed Jenn's slippery oiled body from behind.

"Oh, honey! You lick me so good. You're getting me close. Can you taste how wet I am for you? Oh, baby - you're going to make mummy cum!" Sandra whispered as her hand lovingly stroked her daughter's smooth black hair.

Jenn responded by sticking another finger into Sandra's tight pink ass. Sandra's soft moans grew to cries of rapture as she built up to a sweaty climax.

"Oh Jenny! I didn't know that could feel so good! I'm going to cum! I'm cumming baby!"

As her body seized up in ecstasy, Sandra's fingernails dug into the glistening smooth skin of Jenn's shoulders-leaving raw scratch marks. Jenn continued lapping at her swollen cunt until Sandra's orgasm had subsided.

I pulled out of Jenn and drew Sandra down to me. I spread her long shapely legs and lifted them above my shoulders. Jenn took this opportunity to position her sopping pussy right above Sandra's face. If Sandy had any apprehension about eating out her own daughter, she didn't show it. She obliged willingly, grabbing Jenn's considerable rear and forcing her down. Jenny leaned into me and kissed me fully as I sunk my meat into her mother.

Jenn's breathing was heavy and her skin was coated with lotion and sweat. Her moans of contentment were building into gasps. I took one of Jenn's slick oiled melons and squeezed it, pinching the nipple. This elicited another moan from Jenn.

"Oh babe, this is so good with the three of us. It's how I hoped it would be."

I slammed my shaft further into Sandra and as I felt her cunt close around me, Jenn ground her own puss into Sandra's face.

"I'm going to cum!! I'm so close! Make me cum!" Jenn wailed.

I was close myself and as Jenn let herself be consumed with claiming her own release, Sandra was writhing in her own ecstasy beneath her. I wasn't sure I could let these two finish and was just barely able to hold off when Jenn dismounted and collapsed on the bed.

Blast after sticky blast of pearl strands shot all over Sandra. She immediately started rubbing the gooey mess all over her belly but my seed still sprayed, possibly from being denied release earlier. Milky ropes of cum continued spewing onto Sandra's tits. Jenn spooned into her mother and licked my cum off her nipple as the last of my juice trickled out.

None of us spoke a word as we settled into the bed. I lay between them, intoxicated by the love of these two beautiful women. They fell asleep contented.

At three I woke up from Jenn touching me. I kissed her and found my cock hard as steel. I got on top of her and we made love to each other slowly, silently, and deliberately while her mother slept beside us. I let her build up and rubbed her clit with my finger as I slowly moved the length of my meat inside her. She shuddered silently, stifling her gasps by biting into my shoulder. I came inside her, owning her with my seed.




Taking Jenn's Mom Ch. 04



I rolled over, back to the center of the bed. Sandra's eyes stared into me.

"I get you in the morning," she said. We closed our eyes and slept.



Taking Jenn's Mom Ch. 05



To say that night opened a floodgate of opportunities would be an understatement. Jenn and Sandra and I settled easily into our new living arrangement. We purchased a king-size bed, not just to accommodate the three of us, but also Jenn and Sandra's expanding bodies.

Jenn was working part-time at Wendy's, I was nearly full-time as a social service caseworker and Sandra had picked up part-time work at AC Moore. We had begun to settle into more or less of a routine. I did a lot of cooking for the girls, Jenn kept house, and Sandra took care of all the other things like bills and appointments. And there were many appointments.

Jenn and Sandra took different doctors so that neither would detect that I was the father of children born to both mother and daughter. It was our hope to find a bigger place when the babies were born.

ALthough, to be fair, both Sandra and Jenn were distancing themselves from their mother/daughter roles. Jenn was adopted and a grown woman and Sandra was comfortable enough with that to not let it get in the way of the new-found stability and pleasure that that brought.

They seemed to be, well, more sisterly. For instance, Sandra and I had just finished a session of sweaty lovemaking when she mentioned that Jenn had been asking about her real mother. I would have thought that this would have cut her to the core and smacked of some maternal sense of betrayal, but Sandra seemed genuinely supportive. Working in social services, though, I knew it was difficult to track that information down.

The girls were happy enough in their employment, it merely being a backdrop to the priority of giving birth to my two babies. They would arrive home eager to compare notes about sensations, feelings, and bumps and kicks. Both agreed completely however, that being pregnant heightened their sexual needs and that their hormones were raging harder than their own bodies could contain.

There were times I would arrive home and the two of them would be making love in the bedroom, oblivious to my presence. Their snuggles on the couch might turn to languid kisses as I watched, perhaps feeling a little excluded.

That being said, the same might happen with me and Jenn or me and Sandra depending on the week. There was definitely a clear connection of love between the three of us, but the fact that connection was shared between three people may have diminished the intensity that any one of us may have felt.

So, as much as I looked forward to returning home to my girls, I did enjoy my new job. I had contact with lots of different people and made a difference in their lives. Also, I had relationships with my co-workers. 

It was nice to go out for a drink after work. The girls didn't touch a drop being seven and eight months along in their pregnancies. It was also nice to drop the stress of becoming a father for the first time to two different children with two different women at nearly the same time. This is the kind of stuff that happened only to NBA players. Well, at least I've got the cock for it, I sometimes thought.

I had become particularly close to Megan. I mentioned previously that she had shown me around the place. She was a pretty girl with a nice shape. Not skinny, yet not quite fat. Perhaps a little plump. Mostly boobs and bum. Her hair was shoulder length blonde and her eyes were clear blue. 

Megan worked in the family division and looked into cases involving unfit mothers or abuse. I worked with the elderly mostly but our desks were adjacent and a mutual love of sushi brought us into the same "lunch circle" when it came to grabbing a bite.

Believe me when I say this; I am in no market for another relationship. But when Megan asked, I left out the truth, because it's just too complicated.

I'm a grown man. I can tell when a woman is coming on to me. Megan sent out a few signals and I should have just blocked her off. However, I like her. Her company is easy. She makes me forget my own struggles. And to tell the truth, to let her know I've got a mother and daughter back at my apartment ready to burst with my babies back home made me fell, well, bad.

Megan lived with her disabled mother in an old house. She said she'd been taking care of her since high school and never had any serious relationships. That worked for her and she was fine to keep it that way, she said.

So I let Megan continue with her crush on me while I kept her from knowing anything about my life. I never let anything happen except a bit of flirting and hey, it was nice to feel wanted. Especially during those times when the girls were "into each other."

After work one day at Chun Yow Ling, I asked Megan about helping Jenn find her true parents. I didn't say it was for "Jenn" of course, but rather a client. Megan, however, read me well and understood that this was a personal situation. She asked no further questions.

"Well, that's complicated. They don't make it easy and you have to jump through a lot of hoops. You work with mostly old people - wouldn't their parents be dead?" she said.

"Well people still have questions. It might bring some much needed closure for a holocaust victim." Liar.

"You're so sweet," she laughed and touched my arm, "Seriously, the person we'd have to go through is Maricetta for that."

"Maricetta? That's an unusual name!" I mentioned. I had heard it only once before - a girl I dated in college.

"Yeah she's nice. She can get us what we want with total discretion, if you get my drift."

I was only half listening as my mind went back to Maricetta. She was a shapely Latin beauty I dated in college. She was a model in her home country of Brazil. We dated for about six months. Our love was hot and the sex was passionate and wild. Her temper was manic and stormy though. One day I came back from a visit with my own folks to find her room cleared out and her phone disconnected. Neither my friends nor hers knew what happened to her. I never heard from her again.

But never mind that. Megan knew a way I could help out Jenn and that was really all that mattered.

Megan waved her hands in front of me -"Hello! Anyone there?"

I shook myself alert making a face.

"As I was saying - before you drifted off - I will need the name of either the adoptive parent. Then we can cross reference the child's identity. We can't get that directly."

Not wanting to look to eager, I told Meg I'd email it to her.

"Don't use my work e-mail. This is strictly "not-happening" if you know what I mean," she said as she wrote her personal e-mail on a napkin.

She gave me a hug goodbye, I took and extra squeeze to feel her boobs against me and I went home to the girls.

++++++++++++++++++++ When I arrived through the door I was greeted by moans from the bedroom.

I opened the door wide to see Jenn and Sandra in a sixty-nine position with Sandra on top. Their sweaty plump bodies shining in the dim light of the bedroom. Both of their bellies were filled with child and their tits were both engorged.

Sandra lifted up her head, "Honey we're almost done, can you give us a few?"

Without waiting for an answer, she lowered her head back onto Jenn's pussy. Clearly there was no room for a third.

I closed the door, went to the fridge and popped open a Sam Adams. I turned on the stereo. Yes's "Fly From Here" was playing. I turned up the volume but couldn't drown out the sound of the girls exploding in ecstasy.

They were clearly into each other and their shouts of affection were both a turn on and a put-off.

"Oh yeah Baby! You're the best!"

"I've never cum this hard!"

They were using toys and oils and tying each other up. I felt a bit left out.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++

I made some mini pizzas for a snack and the girls came out. We watched the Daily Show. When ten o'clock came, I headed for bed. I thought they would join me but I fell asleep alone. I woke up at one and went to go pee, but they were on the couch - snuggled like a teenage couple under a blanket.

I went back to bed and emailed Meg her info. I only sent Rick's name to keep Sandra out of the whole thing. I didn't want her getting calls about something she didn't know about.

I found my thoughts drifting to Meg. The more distant I felt from the girls - the closer I felt towards Meg. I imagined how perfect her body would be beneath her clothes; the scent of her hair as I buried my face in her neck; the heat of her skin against mine. As I imagined the two of us together, I grabbed my cock and jerked off.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

I woke up at six the next morning and made breakfast. Sandra came out to give me a kiss good morning.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for you to be excluded. Sometimes it just feels different with 'just us girls,' y'know?"

I handed her a cup of coffee.

"I get it. It'll be interesting to see what happens when the kids are born," I offered in reply.

"Don't be like that. We're a different kind of family. It took me a while to get used to the idea. Don't tell me you're having second thoughts!"

"No Sandy. I promise. Just try to make some time for me."

She kissed me hard.

"I promise, baby. I love you," she winked.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

I arrived at work and figured I'd go down to the records department and catch a glimpse of Maricetta. The records room was staffed by one person, an old lady with a name tag that read 'Rosalyn' who said Maricetta arrived at ten. She asked if I wanted to leave a message, but I declined.

The records department isn't a place most people frequent. It's in the sub-basement and the people who work there generally keep to themselves. It was nine-thirty so I went to get a coffee and bumped into Meg. She was wearing a pink sleeveless top and black dress pants that showed off her rear. Her patent-leather pumps completed the ensemble and added dimension to her already shapely calves. Her hair was still wet from her shower.

"I sent you the info. Did you get it?" I asked.

"Yeah. It shouldn't take long. Especially since it's only for closure. This isn't going to court or anything, right? I mean, we could get in big, job-losing trouble if this were to come to light."

"No. Yes. I mean, exactly!" I said. 

Once again distracted while Meg was talking, I noticed a dark, sultry female enter the elevator. I excused myself from Meg and took the next elevator down. My door opened to the sub-basement and the other elevator had not arrived. I waited a minute and sat down on a bench in the hall.

She had familiar features. Of course, if your name's Maricetta you're probably going to be a latin bombshell. 

Twenty years can erase a lot of distinguishing features, but not beauty. Look at Sophia Loren, Liz Taylor, or Ann Margaret. Undeniable beauty from the first year to the last. I watched as her perfectly sculpted body entered the half-door to the record department. I rose and followed her.

Rosalyn saw me.

"Maricetta just got in. I'll tell her you're here," she croaked.

"I'll wait," I said sitting on a bench directly outside the half-door.

Ten minutes later, she emerged - clearly displeased with my presence.

"What do you want?" she muttered impatiently.

"Maricetta?" I stammered.

"Yeah, we've met. What the fuck do you want? Why are you here. I'm happy now. Leave me alone - comprende?"

"I heard your name. I didn't know if you were the same..." I trailed off.

"I am. What is it you want?"

"I'm sorry to have bothered you. I didn't think," I apologized as I beat a hasty retreat. I pushed the button of the elevator and it finally descended. I stepped in and composed my thoughts.

Clearly that was 'THE' Maricetta. As much trouble as I had recognizing her, she had no trouble placing me. The question was: What the fuck happened?

Acting on impulse, as I am prone to do, I stopped the elevator and rushed back to records.

I opened the dutch-door and marched into Maricetta's office. I sat down at the chair opposite her desk.

"What happened? Where did you go? Why could I possibly have done for you to hate me like this?" I asked.

"You ruined my life!" her temper was flaring. She said no more, but sat down at her chair and put her head in her hands. Although she tried to muffle them, her sobs were still audible. Rosalyn poked her head inside.

"Is everything alright?" she asked.

"Everything's fine Roz. Give me ten minutes," Maricette said, quickly composing herself.

"I'll be right outside," Rosalyn said in a whisper, indicating that she knew otherwise, and closed the door gently shut.

"You are dangerous," she said, "I shouldn't be talking to you. I am happy now. I have a husband and a son. Leave me alone."

"How am I dangerous? Why didn't you even call me - or write - when you left?" I asked.

I was confused and the silence gave the room more tension when she didn't answer.

I let the silence hang. I wasn't leaving until I found out why I was such a pariah to her.

She cleared her throat, about to speak, then though better of it.

I waited.

Silence.

The ventilation hummed, making the room seem quieter than it was. When it became clear that I wasn't going to leave without response from her, she spoke.

"I'll tell you this once, and it never gets repeated. If I hear anything about it again, I deny it. I'm happy, I don't want you ruining my life," she started. I didn't dare interrupt.

"When we were in college, I loved you with all my soul," she paused, drumming her nails on her blotter, "I could only think of being with you. I imagined being a successful model and letting you follow your dream. Imagine being nineteen and having big modeling agencies courting you and then finding out you're pregnant.

"I told my mother. I didn't want to keep the baby. I wanted my career. My family is very devout Catholic. I was told abortion was not an option. She told my father and they took me out of school. The shame I brought on to my family was too much too bear. I went back to Brazil and they kept my condition a secret. When I gave birth, the baby was raised as my sister. I felt so much shame - not even being allowed to raise my own daughter - I ran away.

"I tried to resume my career, but the baby took a toll on my figure. I came back years later only to find my parents had gotten sick. They could no longer care for my baby and they took her to an orphanage. I tried to find her. The officials had had already placed her with a family. I was not allowed to visit or even know where

"I cried my heart out. I came back to America. I wanted to make a difference for kids like me so I got a job here, but with no education I work here in the records department.

"So, Mr. Roberts, now you know. Nobody else does. But you had a child and she is lost to you. I hope you are happy."

"You couldn't have..." I started.

"Like I said. I'm happy now. I have nothing more to say on the matter," she said standing up, "Rosalyn, I believe Mr. Robbins is ready to be shown out."

I left quickly, not wanting to create more of a scene. In my heart, I felt physically sickened. A child somewhere was mine. I would never know it.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

I called home at lunch to see if either of the girls were home. Jenn answered.

"Anything going on tonight?" I asked.

"Actually Sandra and I are heading to the movies. Girl's night out, if you get my drift."

I got it alright, and it was obvious that I wasn't going to be "getting it."

We said goodbye and I hung up. At that moment, Meg brushed past me.

"Oh hey," she started, "drinks tonight? I couldn't get Maricette - I guess she left for the day sick - but Rosalyn thinks she may have the file we need.

I agreed to meet her at five for drinks and sushi.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Five o'clock came and Meg showed at the bar five minutes later. She looked as good as she did this morning only she had touched up her make-up and smelled divine. She hugged me hello and handed me the manilla envelope. I tucked it in my case to show Jenn later.

We talked a little bit about work and then the upcoming weekend over a few beers. Meg's phone rang suddenly and all the good feeling she displayed earlier vanished as she took the call.

She moved to a more quiet corner of the restaurant. When she returned, she was visibly shaken.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing. Everything. Just work," she stammered, "I mean you probably don't have to deal with this so much but It really sucks when you have to take a kid out of their home."

I was familiar with what she was talking about, having worked in a group home and I begged her to continue.

"Well, actually I don't have to take anyone out of the home, but I do have to investigate and follow up on a tip. It could be nothing, but if something's there I have to act and that could get messy."

"How so?" I asked

"Half of my case-load is stuff handed to me from other case workers who no longer have the time or who have moved on. This one was given to me by Carmen who's taken a leave of absence. I don't know these people's history, how they feel about their last case-worker, how they might respond to the intrusion, and worse how it goes down if a child needs to be removed. People get pretty protective of their children no matter how bad they treat them."

"Well hey, you did me a favor. Can I help?" I asked

"You're sweet," she said, kissing my cheek, "but I'm afraid I'll have to do this myself. I've got a month or so though, so there's no rush."

The conversation lightened up considerably and we spent the evening content in each other's company. We playfully flirted and touched each other. She made all the cares I had about my present situation fade into the background.

After three glasses of beer and our sushi were finished, I took the check and walked Meg outside. The cold spring air was refreshing and I walked Meg to her car.

"Thanks for a great night," she said, lingering at her drivers' side door.

I hugged her to say goodnight but she kept her arms around me. I kissed her cheek and our lips met in a kiss.

"I want you," she said looking me in the eye.

I kissed her fully on the lips. She pulled me closer and her tongue licked my lips and entered my mouth. I inhaled and the scent of her hair - like strawberries and mint - intoxicated me like ether.

"You smell incredible," I said, gazing into her eyes.

"Get in the car," she said opening the driver door for me while she entered the passenger side. I did as I was told and got behind the wheel.She kissed me hungrily while removing her coat. My cock straining beneath the fabric of my pants. Her hand traced the outline of the bulge and she grew more bold, grabbing it through the cotton and attempting to stroke it.

My hands did the same to her breasts. They were big. Not as big as either Jenn's nor Sandra's but about a 38 DD. I let my hands wander over her shirt as I kissed her neck and she didn't stop me when I started unbuttoning it. Her bra was beige lace and her nipples were hard like gumdrops beneath the luxurious material. I gently pinched one and she moaned gently into my ear.

Meanwhile, her stroking had evolved into fumbling with the buckle of my belt and unfastening my pants. She let her hand wander beneath the waistband of my Jockeys and the ten inches of meat she'd been toying with sprang forth like a cobra.

She gasped in amazement at its girth and length, summoning the courage to take it fully into her small hand, pumping it up and down. I let my own hands move behind her to unfasten her bra, freeing her creamy perfect globes. I took a pert nipple in my mouth and sucked as she worked my cock.

I was totally hers now. I unbuttoned her black pants and let my fingers move underneath her panties. She shuddered as my finger went past her bush and I felt how wet her pussy was. We looked into each others eyes and simultaneously shed our pants.




Taking Jenn's Mom Ch. 05



"Take me," was all she said.

I moved to the passenger seat above her and positioned my cock at the warm wet entrance to her pussy. 

"Be gentle with me," she pleaded.

I let myself slide in slowly as she grimaced. She had the tightest pussy I had ever experienced. I moved slowly into her, pulling out a little to let her get used to the size of me. It was going to be a struggle to fill her with all ten inches.

I moved myself in and out of her and she gasped with each motion.

"Is that okay? Does it hurt?" I asked.

"A little. Don't stop though," she answered.

Her hands covered my back, caressing the muscles of my sides and then my abs. I felt her long nails dig into my rear almost spurring me on to go deeper.

I slowly increased the depth and the speed of my thrusts as Meg's breathing erupted into occasional moans.

"Is that better honey?" I asked. "Do you like that?"

She sighed her assent. I pulled her thighs upwards and her legs wrapped around me.

Her panting increased beneath me as her plump thighs responded to every time I stabbed between them.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Something's happening! It feels so good!" she cried. She grabbed my hand and moved it between us.

"Touch me," she pleaded

She was clearly lost in her own world dealing with the girth and size of my meat. I moved my hand to rub her clit and any pain she may have felt earlier melted into pleasure. Her eyes fluttered and rolled back. Beneath me she bucked and heaved like an animal as she came. Overtaken by this display of raw lust, I did the same, spewing my load into her tight wet cunt.

I collapsed on top of her and she kissed me.

"Oh God, thank you," she said, "That was better than I was told it would be."

"What was?"

"My first time," I collapsed on top of her, taking in what she said.

"Really?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, imagine that - a thirty-five year old virgin," she winked as she said it. I pulled out of her and my cock fell against the fabric of the car seat leaving a trail of cum and wetness.

"If I may ask, why me?" I put forth, rolling on to the driver's seat. 

She covered herself with her coat. 

"I don't know. I really like you. The time was right. You seem sweet. I feel safe with you. I know you'll never hurt me. Should I go on?"

Please don't, I thought. I felt like a cad.

"We can talk tomorrow. You don't owe me anything. I just thought - well, we get along so well - why not take things to the next level?" she said.

"We can definitely talk tomorrow," I said, "Sushi?"

"You're on!" she kissed me.

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Walking through the door of my apartment, the girls had not yet returned from their night out. I went to bed alone. I slept like a baby.

When I woke up, Jenn had gone to work and Sandra was asleep next to me. I turned to spoon with her in the early dawn. She rubbed her soft round ass against my morning hard - on and I scooped her up on top of me.

We made love for about fifteen minutes until we both came together. We kissed slowly with me still inside her and looked into her eyes and though about how lucky I am to have her as the love of my life.

I got up to make coffee. On my phone was a text message from Meg.

"Woke up and can still smell you on me :) Can't wait to see you."

I deleted it and sat on the couch letting the air from the open window wake me up till the coffee was done.



Taking Jenn's Mom Ch. 06



AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you all for your votes and support. Please keep comments coming. This chapter marks the end of this series - beginning with 'Helping Jenn Move.' I'm a little surprised at ending myself. Hopefully you like it and we'll move onto the next series. 

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Eis.

The next few weeks were tumultuous to say the least. Jenn was nearly ready to have the baby - due at any time. Her belly was the enormous distended dome of someone who looks like they're going to spit out triplets. She had been having some pretty heavy contractions lately as well.

Her former case-worker had authorized some occasional assistance with late-term prenatal care. This entailed a visiting nurse coming to the apartment occasionally to check up on her and to act as a midwife should the moment arise. She didn't do much and Jenn was feeling fine and looking forward to giving birth to our child.

Sandra wasn't much further behind her but she was very busy helping Jenn out. Her own belly was like a neat tight basketball. Unlike Jenn, Sandra kept her figure very well through a combination of diet and exercise. 

The bed was big enough for the three of us to share. Sleeping was still an issue though as Jenn's size and condition made it difficult to get comfortable. Additionally, both girls were still a bundle of hormones and at any given time during the day or night one or both of them would be acting on ways to decrease their sexual cravings. I sometimes worried that making love with one or both of them, particularly Jenn, would set set the birthing process in motion.

My job was taking a lot of my time as well. Well not necessarily my job per se, but rather someone at my job.

About three weeks ago Meg, a lovely girl I work with, and I went out for dinner and drinks. To make a longish story short, I wasn't entirely honest about my relationship status, for what should be obvious reasons. After dinner, we kissed and made love in her car. Meg was indeed my friend and I had definitely thought about her in a sexual way, but this was a case where my little head did the thinking and life was becoming complicated.

You see, Meg was also a virgin. Hard to believe that at thirty-five she had never been with another man, but with taking care of her disabled mother and her job, she'd never quite found the right guy. Unfortunately, she thought I was the right guy.

This would have been great under any other circumstances. Meg was a pure innocent soul. She was kind and beautiful and I was way too unworthy of her affection. Hiding my secret life was difficult, though. I did nothing to distance myself from her because I didn't want to lose her, but the closer we became, the more she wanted our lives to be connected. As it should be for normal people, but there were things about me she should never know.

I extended myself to her wishes as much as I could. I went to visit her mother at their house. She was a kind woman in a wheelchair who was very proud that her daughter now had a 'boyfriend.' She hoped she'd be seeing more of me.

I remember Meg taking me downstairs to show me the memorabilia of her life on one of these visits. We looked through photo albums of her and her mum. One thing became very clear - Meg was very much alone. As bad as I felt staying with her, I felt worse thinking about the conversation telling her I was leaving. Not to mention, I would still have to see her at work every day.

Meg was also so willing to give herself to me in every way - perhaps making up for lost time. On one of the visits to her house, we were making love in her bed. It was only the third time we'd ever been together - and only the third time she'd had a man inside her - when she moved off of me and got down on all fours. Reaching into her nightstand she fumbled around and pulled out a small tube of Wet Silk which she blindly handed to me.

"In case you want to have sex with me anally," she said.

I resisted, in perhaps the one time I could be accused of being considerate. 

This was typical of Meg. She was always only concerned about my happiness no matter how little I offered her or how quickly I left her to get back to the girls. She was happy with the smallest piece.

One crisp spring day, Meg and I were out having lunch. We were talking about nothing in particular when my phone rang. It was Sandra. I didn't dare answer it in front of Meg so I let it go to voicemail.

My phone kept vibrating however. I excused myself to use the bathroom and tried to call Sandra back. There was no answer and when I heard the voicemail, it was a jumble of blips and scratches. I emerged to see Meg on her own cell in conversation.

"So you're going to meet them there? Ae the police going or will the security staff be enough?" she asked.

"Thanks so much for taking this over. I owe you....Yes, I'll definitely call you later to see how things made out," she concluded and joined me back at the table.

"What was that about?" I asked.

"Oh, remember that case I was telling you about where the kids might have to be removed?" she replied.

I did remember.

"Well I handed that back to the colleague who referred it to me. She's heading to the hospital now to remove a newborn from its mother. Pretty hairy stuff. I just can't do the taking babies from their mother thing again. I think I'm going to do more of helping the disabled now. I'm more cut out for that anyway," she said with a relieved smile.

"Really, what brought this on?" I asked.

"I guess that's what I wanted to talk to you about. There are always dangers in social work and that goes for any division of it but child welfare is probably the most dangerous," she started.

"You're worried about your safety? You're a tough girl Meg," I offered.

"Well, I know that. I used to work in the child welfare division, I think because I was letting clients act as substitutes for things I didn't have in my own life. I guess since you and I have 'been together,' I feel like I don't have to substitute anymore."

I was about to let myself feel like a heel when my phone vibrated again. It was Sandra. I excused myself to take it.

Sandra's voice was cutting out but I could clearly hear the words 'Jenn' and 'baby.' 

I stated slowly and calmly that I'd meet her at the hospital, hoping she'd understand through the static. I went to Meg and said I needed to get to the hospital for a client and asked if she'd drive me back to my car. I left a twenty on the table and we walked out.

On the way back to the office, Meg said, "I'd like us to be able to finish our talk. There was more I've got to tell you."

"Yeah, me too. I've got some stuff to talk to you about too," I replied.

"Nothing bad, I hope?" she said, a look of panic in her eyes.

"No, no. But it sounded like you wanted a discussion," I said.

At the stop light, she leaned over to kiss me.

"A discussion. I would like that," she answered smiling. I leaned over to kiss he soft lips in return until the light turned green.

A horn beeped behind us and Meg pulled forward.

"Hey," she said, "Did you ever bring that file to your friend?"

Inside my head, I smacked myself. She was speaking of Jenn's adoptive records. They were actually hidden inside my case and truthfully we'd all been too busy to remember them. 

I lied, "Yeah, he was glad to get them. I haven't spoken him too much though."

I kissed Meg goodbye, and got into my own car. I immediately called Sandra. This time the call went through.

"Where are you?" she answered impatiently.

"On my way to the hospital, I'm guessing Jenn's in labor from what I got from your message," I said.

"She went into labor this morning. I called only around noon, though, when things started to happen."

"Thanks. What's going on?" I asked.

"Well that's just it. They wont tell me anything. They want to speak to the baby's father. There are police here and social workers. Honey, I'm so scared," she cried into the phone.

"I'll be right there. I love you," I said and hung up the phone. I pulled into the parking lot and ran up to to the maternity ward. The sterile scent of the hospital halls filled my nose as quickly as the screams of a woman screaming during birth filled my ears.

There were two cops guarding the ward. One of them I recognized as a friend of mine from high school. The other was speaking into his radio, "No sign yet of the father."

I took the opportunity to play dumb. I went up to Dan, the one I recognized. Fortunately, he recognized me as well.

"Hey what brings you here?" he said heartily, grabbing my hand in a meaty shake.

"Actually, I'm lost. I took the stairs out of geriatrics and can't find my way. Why are you guys here? Criminal babies?" I laughed nervously.

"No. Get this shit though. Those screams you hear - the girl gave birth hours ago. The staff are holding her down because they just took her child. She's just gone nutso. Apparently she's part of some commune cult or something. This guy, who no one's ever seen, has gotten both her and her mother knocked up. They all sleep in the same bed. Orgies and shit go on nightly. Lucky guy, I'd say. Apparently the midwife disagrees and feels that children shouldn't be allowed there. Social Services seems to be of the same opinion," he relayed as if he were telling a joke. I wasn't going to wait around for the punchline.

"Holy Crikey!" I said, "Well, good luck with that. Which way to the lobby elevator?"

"Actually due to the construction, you'll have to go through maternity. I'll let you through," he said. He opened the door and the screams were decibels louder. It closed behind me and the sound of Jenn's mortal screaming filled my ears. I passed a family room and I saw Sandra sitting cross-legged on a couch. I looked around and saw that all the attention was surrounding the room where the screams were emanating from. I gestured to Sandra and she rose. I put my finger over my lips and took her hand, walking her to the elevator hall, out of sight from the authorities.

Once in the elevator, Sandra clung to me.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"We've got to get out of here. We're going to a hotel," I replied.

The elevator landed and we ducked out of the hospital quickly. Sandra's breathing was labored. She was nearly ready to give birth as well and struggled to keep up with the extra weight.

Once in the car, I explained what Dan had told me. That the assistant they sent Jenn had reported our living situation to Social Services and that they were going to take away the baby. They believed we were part of some cult and that I was its mysterious leader. I explained that they probably were going to try and interfere with our baby next and that we should probably avoid the apartment for a while.

Sandra was sobbing next to me. She couldn't talk or catch her breath. She clutched her belly to protect our unborn child and gasped and wailed.

I pulled into the Rite-Stay motel. I checked in to the main building, leaving Sandra alone to continue crying. I booked the room for three days. I received the key and drove to room 12. Having no luggage, I only had to contend with Sandy, who immediately curled up into a ball on the bed.

I lay down next to her and she whimpered in silence next to me until we both fell asleep.

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We both woke up around six-thirty that evening. Sandra had four missed messages from the hospital. We listened together through speaker phone.

The first was inquiring to Sandra's whereabouts. The second was Jenn's shrink looking for information. The third was the hospital - still looking for Sandra. The fourth was the social worker - Carmen - asking Sandra to please call back.

Without calling back we could tell that Jenn had been placed in psychiatric care. Probably a good decision. 

"They're not taking my baby," Sandra moaned, rocking back and forth, "How long do we have to stay here?"

"I don't know. I was going to get some stuff from home to tide us over for the next three days. Will you be okay alone? Do you want anything particular?" I asked.

"I'll be fine. Just get me some outfits for work," she answered.

"And Honey?"

"Will you grab a bottle of red wine?" she asked.

"Really?" I wondered aloud, thinking of her condition.

"Yeah, I think after today we need it.

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I raced home and picked up the stuff. On my way back, Meg called.

"Hey, how'd your thing go?" she asked.

"What thing?" I asked, forgetting my own lie.

"The thing with your client at the hospital. Remember?" she asked.

"Oh fine, fine. No big thing," I said.

"Carmen called me. Remember that case I told you about. They took the baby away from the mother. The baby's in foster care right now, the mother is in the psych ward right now. The grandmother just disappeared underneath the hospital staff's noses."

"The grandmother? Why would anyone need her?" I asked, keeping my own cards close to my chest.

"Well, here's the funny thing. The grandmother was also pregnant with the same father's child. In fact, she's nearly due herself. Creepy enough but apparently - according to the home-health aide - the daughter, mother and the man were all sleeping together and having threeways every night. Sometimes the aide would walk in and hear the mother and daughter going at it. Not exactly the kind of environment you want a baby brought up in, much less two."

"Quite so," I added, pulling into the motel parking lot. I noticed the door to the room open.

"Hey can I call you back?" I asked.

"Sure, I'll be right here."

I grabbed the bag of clothes and gingerly let the door open wider. The room was dark and silent. I flipped on the light. On the bed, folded neatly in half, was a note. I picked it up expecting to read that Sandra had walked to the store for groceries. Instead, it read:

"Honey. I'm so sorry. I can't let them take our baby. Don't call me. Don't try to find me. It's not safe here for me. I will always love you. Good-Bye."

I lay on the bed, pondering.

For the first time in nearly a year, I was without the two people I relied on most for companionship and love. It wasn't everyone's idea of love, but it seemed to work for us. We were all looking forward to being a big family, having a house. And really, the sex could have taken a back seat.

My high hopes were dashed. A week ago, I was looking forward to being the father of two new babies. One was now a prisoner of foster care and the other had yet to be born - but was a prisoner of her mother, who was now out on the streets.

I called Sandra's cell, but it went straight to voice mail. She didn't have a charger with her. She'd probably get a new phone and change the number. As much attention as Sandra gave me, I always got the impression that she didn't need any man. 

I sighed briefly and let the stress of the day, the night, the past month and the past year leave me. I took a mental inventory of how my actions had affected my life. Right now, I was at my lowest point. I had impregnated a mother and daughter. I let the relationship build to such a point that we all depended on it and then when it came crashing down, all we had were pieces.

Adding to that, I was missing two babies - my own two babies - whom I would possibly never see. I cried into the pillow until I couldn't cry anymore.

I must have nodded off. I was startled awake by the phone. Hoping it was Sandra, I turned it over. It was Meg. I thought about not answering, but my thumb hit accept.

"Hello," I spoke.

"You never called back. Everything alright?" she inquired.

"Yeah, I guess. What's up?"

"We never finished talking. What are you doing?" she asked.

"Laying down, we can talk on the phone if you want," I said.

"I want to see you in person, silly. I could come over," she said, hopefully.

Meg had never been to my apartment before due to obvious reasons. But being alone in a motel, I guess if she didn't mind...

"I'm not at home, I'm at the Rite-Stay, room twelve" I answered.

"Why there?" she asked, clearly puzzled.

I stumbled for an excuse, "Bedbugs. I'll be here for three days."

"That's right down the street from my house. I'll be over in fifteen minutes," she said and hung up before I could say goodbye.

I lay on the bed, my work case next to me. I didn't realize it was unfastened and when I nudged it with my foot papers went everywhere.

I scrambled to tidy up the place. Hey, I had a bottle of wine and two glasses all ready. Perhaps a peaceful night snuggled up with Meg would be just the balm my weary soul needed.

I knelt down to sort the files back into my case when the lone manilla envelope stared at me. I had been saving this for Jenn, But she obviously wasn't going to been in any state to deal with her own adoption issues too soon. I placed the file carefully on top of the leather bag. Given the recent events and the lack of any reading material save Gideon's bible, it might make for a good view later. I looked at my watch and decided I had time to take a quick shower. 

I emerged, refreshed and got into flannel bottoms and a black t-shirt. I poured a glass of the wine and took a sip. The first taste was like an elixir that coated my nerves. I took a second sip and was about to lay down when I heard Meg knock on the door. 

I opened the door wide to see her, beautiful and radiant in the light of the motel sign. She was wearing a tan trench-coat and strapped Mary-Janes. She greeted me with a full, heavy, wet, sloppy, tongue-filled kiss.

"I told you I needed to see you in person," she said stepping up into the room. As she entered, she shut off the main light leaving only the dim light of the hall on. She turned around and laid out some items on the desk opposite the bed. I could see the glow of an iPod and heard a click as she placed it into a set of portable speakers. 

The music was soft and relaxing and the little speakers filled the room surprisingly well. She lit a candle which smelled of basil, thyme and lemon. I offered her a glass of wine.

"Maybe just a sip of yours, in a bit," she said, "I think my mouth is going to be busy with other things."

She unzipped her coat and let it drop softly to the floor. She was wearing a blue satin whale-boned corset. A small wisp of fabric covered her crotch and her creamy legs were dressed in black thigh-high stockings. Her shoes where like shining ornaments. God, she was beautiful.

"You don't look like a girl who wants to talk," I said grabbing her hand.

"Oh we can talk all night, if you want. Maybe talking was just an excuse to be with you. Maybe I want to talk about being with you," she kissed me, "Maybe when I talk with you I want you to be thinking the same things I'm thinking. Like about how nice it feels to be with each other. Like how much I miss you when we're not together."

"I miss you too, honey," I said. She lay her body next to me and we kissed. 

Her lips were glossed and the flavor of berries filled my mouth as our tongues entwined. My hand instinctively reached for her breast and once again her nipples sprang to attention. She unclasped the black lace keeping her girls at bay and when her creamy globes were exposed to me, I plundered her engorged nipples with my tongue.

My cock was turgid with desire now and straining against the flannel of my left leg. Meg reached down and stroked through the cloth, placing a little extra pressure on the vein of my shaft.

"Does it get painful like that?" she asked.

"Well, not exactly painful, but it can feel tight. And if nothing's done about it..." I answered.

"We'd better do something about it, then," she said, reaching onto the nightstand. I pulled off my bottoms and took off my shirt in compliance.

She grabbed the tube of Wet Silk and poured it onto my dick, purple and engorged with blood.




Taking Jenn's Mom Ch. 06



Her small hand, manicured with nail polish that matched her lingerie, stroked lightly up and down the length of my rod. All the way from the base to the tip, as she breathed in my ear.

"Is that how you like it? Is that how you stroke yourself when you think of me?" she breathed in my ear. Her delicate hand gripped my swollen cock firmly and pumped rhythmically. It felt so good.

I moved my hand between her legs as she ministered to my meat. The triangle of fabric that passed for undergarments was soaked right through.

"I wish I could touch myself like you're doing now. Then I wouldn't miss you so much," I said as she tugged harder on my throbbing cock.

"Oooh, honey! Just hearing you say you miss me makes me wet," she cooed as I suckled on her heaving tits, "Mmm, my nipples are so sensitive."

She lay on her back as I licked at her swollen areolas, my hand untying her bikini, exposing her newly trimmed pussy.

"I shaved for you. I hope you like it," she smiled, kissing my cheek as I played with the slick folds of her puss.

"Is that what you wanted to talk about?" I asked mockingly.

"Part of it. I guess I just want to make you happy," she said, smiling.

"I want you to be happy too," I offered.

"No, I want to make you happy. There's a difference," she said as she brought her mouth down to my cock.

Her tongue played with the tip and her hand jerked me up and down. Meg's mouth was rather large, perhaps to accommodate her big smile. Given her inexperience I was surprised when she opened her still sparkling lips wide and lowered her face onto my shaft. 

Pumping away as she face-fucked me, I felt a stirring in my loins. Pre-cum and saliva mixed together and ran down her chin and over her hand. I was building up to blow my load but I didn't want to cum yet so I gently lifted her eager mouth off my saliva and lube covered rod.

"Well, I want to make you happy too," I said and guided her to straddle my face using the headboard as a brace. I had never tasted Meg's pussy before, but it smelled divine. I buried my face into her wet womanhood, intoxicated by the peppery, musky scent. 

She groaned on top of me, grinding her cunt harder into me as I lapped and eagerly drank her juices. My fingers dug into the smooth flesh of her rear while my tongue danced with her swollen clit, occasionally visiting her tight, pink asshole.

Her thighs were growing slick with perspiration and she let her lower half get more out of control on my face. Back and forth she let her sopping slit ride over my tongue and I could hear her sighs evolving into heavy moans. Her frenzied rhythm was building to a climax when she raised herself up and moved her body south, positioning her body right above my swollen member.

Meg had never really been able to take the whole of my cock into her vagina before, but that never stopped her from trying. She let the head penetrate, but resisted moving further.

"I want all of you," she said.

"Tonight?" are you sure you're up for it.

"Every night. I want all of you every night," she lowered herself further as she unsnapped her corset.

"I don't want anything getting between us," she said sternly tossing the satin garment aside.

She lowered herself further nearly taking me all in- about seven inches of my glistening manhood. A look of discomfort flashed across her face. She took the lube off the bedspread and poured it over her breasts. Her hands rubbed it all over her perfect tits and she lowered her slick body completely on top of me.

I thrust into her with more force and let my fingers dig into the meat of her curves.

"I want all of you baby! Give it to me!!" she screamed. She was clinging to me tightly as my body slammed into hers. My cock tore into her like a weapon. Her tight pussy was like a vice around my dick. I grabbed her shoulders, keeping her in place while I arched upward - forcing the remainder of my ten inches into her.

"Oh God, it feels like you're ripping me open, but I don't care!!! I want all of you! Every night! Every where! My pussy, my tits, my ass!! Anything you want baby! Give it to me!!!" she screamed as I felt her cunt pulse around my cock.

I exploded inside her. With every blast, I answered, "I'm all yours. Take me!"

We uncoupled after the last spurts of my cum filled her and she rolled off me.

Meg curled up next to me, naked except for her thigh-highs. We fell asleep, drunk on each other's love for maybe ten minutes.

She woke me with a poke. "Hey, I brought a toothbrush. I'm kind of assuming you don't mind if I stay."

The clock said eleven. There was probably no danger of Sandra coming back. I kissed her deeply and said, "I was hoping you would."

She smiled at that and went to the bathroom to freshen up. Passing my briefcase with Jenn's distinctive manilla folder on top, she asked, "Is that the same file I gave you?"

"No, I told you I brought it to the guy," I replied.

"Oh yeah. You did. Sorry, I should listen better," she said closing the door behind her.

I went to get the file and put it in my case. Meg would probably be a few minutes as I hear plastic cups and stuff being opened and emptied out.

I went to the chair and opened the envelope, curious.

Lifting it up, I saw Rick and Sandra's names as the adoptive parents. Actually, it was good I was checking. Handing someone the wrong information in these situations can be devastating.

Pulling the sheet out further I saw Jenn's name as well as her given name, Lily Maria. Hmm, who knew.

Pulling the sheet further out, my hands began to shake and I felt the blood disappear from my face. I could not have been more shocked if I had won the reverse lottery, only this was much worse.

The birth mother was listed as none other than Maricetta and there's no other way to say it - I am Jenn's father.

The ramifications of this tumbled on top of me like a collapsing building. I rushed outside to get some air but could not catch my breath. I fell to my knees and threw up in the parking lot. I struggled to regain myself and re-entered the room as Meg was emerging from the bathroom. She turned to the wall to repack her overnight bag and I ducked into the bathroom without her seeing me face.

I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth - the best I could do to wash the stink of this situation from me. I turned the water in the sink to cold and tried to shock myself out of the truth. For nearly a year, I had been fucking my own biological daughter. Not just fucking, but degrading and violating. Oiling her up and letting her call me daddy. It was all too surreal.

I didn't know how, I would deal with these feelings. Even now, thinking about Jenn, her soft eyes and plump curves, stirred my loins. But no, I thought. It's wrong. I splashed more water on my face and made a resolution never to contact Jenn again. Nor could she ever find out who I was to her.

I emerged form the bathroom, not quite one-hundred percent, but good enough to fake it until Meg fell asleep. I plunked myself on the bed.

"Everything okay?" she asked, rubbing my chest, "You look a little pale."

"Just a bit tired. I'm fine."

"I hope you understand what I meant back then," she said. She was playing with my chest hair now.

"I guess so. Repeat what I might not understand," I answered.

"When I said I want all of you, I wasn't talking about your cock. Although it was great to finally be able to take it all. I mean I want us both to give ourselves to each other completely. I've never felt these feelings before and I want to give everything to you. I'm not asking because I'm selfish, but because the love I have for you feels like it's bursting out of my heart. What I have to give is too much if you're not prepared to give at least as much. You complete me in a way that is more than I've ever felt but is the way every one should feel. Or at least every woman," she said.

"Women? Why not men? Shouldn't we feel so fine as well?" I asked.

"Do you want to do this or not? Are you mine? Am I yours?" she threw down the ultimatum.

I thought about the past year and the peaks and valleys. I thought about Sandra and how I felt about her; how quickly she would leave. I though about Jenn - my daughter Jenn - and how difficult it would be to ever see her again.

I leaned into Meg, finally understanding, what she wanted -also finally understanding what I wanted. I drew her into me and kissed her.

"Meg, I know what you're asking. The answer is yes. I will give myself to you completely. I love you Meg and everything we have together. I want to lay with you every night and wake up with you every morning. I want us to plunder each other's bodies like two school kids every night and wake up hungover on our own love every morning."

She dragged me on top of her and embraced me protectively.

"I'm so glad! I'm so happy. The three of us are going to be so happy together!" she smiled and kissed me.

"Oh, yeah. Your mom. I almost forgot," I said absently.

"God! Me too! I meant four of us," she brought my hand to her belly, "I'm pregnant! We're going to have a baby! You're going to be such a good father!"

At that point, I must have passed out. I woke up at eleven in the morning. A note on the pillow said, "I let you sleep. I called in sick for you at work. Call me! Love you!"

I folded up the note and placed it in my bag. I surveyed the room. I took Jenn's file and put it in the sink. The matches from the candle were on the desk and I brought them over. I lit the match and dangled the corner of the file over the flame. It ignited slowly then burst into yellow heat. I dropped it in the sink watching the ashen folds of the truth burn into oblivion.

I poured a bit of the wine into the clean cup and sat on the chair. When the the flame was extinguished I washed the ashes down the drain. I finished the wine and grabbed my bags. I left the room aware only of my footsteps on the lot. I stopped to view the puddle of my vomit. Poison leaving the system.

I drove to AT&T and changed my number. I called Meg and she answered, somewhat confused.

"Hey, It's me. I just changed my number," I said, "A client kept calling and hanging up."

"Ooh, that's not good."

"Also not good is the bedbugs. What do you say we start this rest of our life thing today?"

She laughed, "I'd like that. So would my mom, she's fond of you already."

"I have a way with people's mothers," I said, knowing that this would be different.



Taking Jenn's Mom



"I just got off the phone with Jenny," she said, "She says she's been seeing this guy - she wouldn't say who. She's got stuff going on and doesn't know how to tell him"

"And?" my heart slowed a bit. She probably wanted to break it to me easy."

"She took a test and she thinks she's pregnant."

Frozen in time I felt. Sandra continued crying.

"The worst part is, she wants to keep it. She's about a month along I guess."

I held her tight.

"It's all going to be fine." I tried to reassure her. Although I wasn't so sure myself.

"You're so strong and assured," she said, "Listen. I've never felt these feelings so quickly and I'm so glad to be with you honey. But when Jenn comes back, would you mind if we didn't mention our 'little thing?' I'm sorry! That came out wrong. It's not little. I just think she's feeling a little delicate right now and it wouldn't help her situation having to deal with me having a new relationship with one of her friends."

"I couldn't agree more," I sighed.

"God, we're so alike," she leaned in to kiss me, salty mascara running down her face. She whispered in my ear, "I'm falling in love with you Nathan."