Chapter 26 – Reparations
Molly was right. The more closely I looked at the lodges, the more problems I found. The third lodge, the one that saw the least occupancy should probably have been condemned! The second lodge needed major structural repairs and the first lodge needed a lot of intervention, but it was something that could be done without ripping everything out and starting again, which was probably the only way of saving the second and third lodges. They all needed new electrics put in. Either way, the costs were going to range from just expensive to extortionate.
I pledged to do what I could do to help Molly’s grandmother. She had always helped Jessica and I. She had brought us together. Organised our wedding. Introduced us to the wonders of the lake, the forest and the mountains and had always generously volunteered herself and her skills in the café and offered us weekends away in those very same lodges. She had helped make sure this place ran throughout veins and I knew I would do everything possible to ensure it would have the same effect on anyone else who should visit here.
There was nothing I could realistically do for the third lodge. It would take hundreds of hours of work just to make it habitable. The first lodge needed only a comparatively small amount to bring it back to code, and so I vowed to return every Friday night so I could work all day Saturday, until all the work was done. Then I could make a start on the second lodge. It was a huge undertaking and it would cost me only my time with Molly and her grandmother insisting they would pay for the materials. Jessica would be more than happy for me to volunteer my services… if she knew I would also be servicing Molly.
But that weekend I made my excuses and headed back home to my wife and family. I knew I had to somehow, once again, find a way to repair my relationship with Sophie. Every time she saw me she finched. Every time I saw her I was reminded that, every day, I’d be spending hours with her wayward, almost identical daughter. It wasn’t that her hiding Ellen from me was some unforgivable act, it was more to do with my loss of trust for the woman I had trusted with my life so many times before. Her betrayal was hard for me to stomach, but for her, her deception caused her pain.
And it wasn’t because I didn’t understand why she did it. If I had to choose between Jacob and Joseph… I’d choose my illegitimate son every time. Jacob was a part of me… and soon there would be two more children to join him. One born of my wife and the other born of her sister. Being around everyone that Sunday evening was still uncomfortable and awkward. Jessica and Rachel did their best to act as intermediaries but to be honest, I was glad when Monday morning came; I had been given the day off.
Why? Because it was the day my pregnant wife and her sister would go for their ultrasound scans. The day we would find out if the babies were healthy. We wouldn’t know the gender but my Mom and Molly assured me that would come in another week or two after the next baby scan. They were worried though… we all were. Ellen had warned me, in a dream, that they were too fragile to carry children to term. Mom and Sophie were all too aware of their fertility issues and hand concerns they would miscarry, although they never said the words. They were fit young women, but they were small and delicate. I worried that somehow… I might still lose everything.
So Richard had given me the day off, with Sophie’s insistence no doubt, to attend the scans and the whole family had decided that they needed to join us. He already suspected Jessica had fallen pregnant and this confirmed it. Still, until we knew that the babies were healthy, we would keep the pregnancies secret. Perhaps, after today, we would begin telling everyone? Everyone except Ellen of course. He told me he would tell her that we were all heading to the Spa to celebrate Joseph and my Dad’s upcoming birthdays. Ellen knew he had a soft spot for me and so it made sense that he might give me a day off for a special occasion, especially as I had agreed to train his girlfriend. Sophie even booked a family meal in her name at the spa after the scans were complete just in case Ellen wanted to pry. Her little sister’s pregnancies were going to be kept a secret for as long as possible.
Molly and my Mom went to work as normal and the rest of us arrived at the hospital together. For my father and Joseph, this wasn’t their first time experiencing this so they took it all very calmly. Sophie and the twins were nervous but mostly excited. They were refusing to believe anything could go wrong. Obviously I was the only one who was a complete mess! Mom took the twins into the clinic and gave Sophie and I a reassuring look as she closed the door. The testing was done and I tried to think of anything but what was happening behind the doors. When the process was complete, we were all invited inside to wait for the results. We had coffee and sandwiches and chatted while Jessica and Rachel focused on me. It was no secret that I didn’t like hospitals and I was finding everything to be just too much. That’s when Molly returned. The smile on her face was enough to reduce me to tears as Jessica jumped up and the twins held themselves in anticipation as she approached them with two envelopes. She sat the twins back down and then with a nod from my Mom, she began to open the envelope marked Rachel Robinson.
“Rachel,” Molly began, “Your bloodwork looks normal, your HcG is a little higher than normal, but nothing to be concerned about. We already heard the heartbeat and the ultrasound has come back all clear… now… would you like to see your baby?” She asked Rachel who sat back down next to me.
And there it was, a strange, vague baby looking mass on black background and once again I broke into tears. Rachel this time joined me and we both sobbed as our families gathered around us and congratulated us on the photo of our baby that could have also easily been a potato. Either way. It was my potato. Our potato. Rachel held me and thanked me and thanked Molly and thanked my Mom then thanked us all again as Jessica cuddled us both.
“Your baby is doing great, Rachel,” my Mom confirmed. “There are no problems. You could do with gaining a little weight but you can start telling people when you’re ready.”
Then Molly handed the second envelope to my Mom, who looked at it then at Jessica pensively. My heart stopped. I had known my Mom all my life and her body language had shifted with her mood. Something was wrong. Something had her worried.
“We need you to come back into the clinic, Jessica. I need you to understand this is routine and you have nothing to worry about. In fact, if you want you can bring everyone in with you if you wish; we need to do a few more tests.”
“What are you testing for?” I asked my Mom directly.
Jessica had turned white and Sophie had her in her arms.
“The tests are the same Jeff, where not testing for anything that could be an issue, we just need to confirm something. I want to assure you both, there isn’t a problem. We just need to do the tests again and you’re welcome to be there.”
So we all went inside and Molly and my Mom prepared Jessica for another round of testing. Finally, she did the ultrasound while looking at Jess and asking her routine questions… and listening for the heartbeat. Then she asked me to hold Jessica’s hand. I felt my blood run cold. Now I was really starting to get concerned that something was really wrong. I was already so emotional so I started crying, and Molly tried to calm me down and I gripped Jessica’s hand tightly. Whatever this was, we would face it together.
My Mom smiled to herself as she manipulated the probe across Jessica’s stomach, the gel glistening in the bright theatre lights. “Mr and Mrs. Winter; Jeffrey… Jessica…” We were like what? “Somehow… we missed it on your first ultrasound; You’re having twins.”
And there they were. Two potatoes. Two heartbeats. Two babies.
The room turned to a chaotic outburst of joy and tears. Jessica and I had tears streaming down our faces. Everyone was congratulating us and telling us how lucky we were. “They look identical and we will be able to tell the gender at the next scan in a month’s time.”
Everyone was excited but I totally freaked out, searching for an eject button, probing for an escape from the high-risk pregnancy and high-intensity life we now faced. The succubus had warned me! This would put so much stress on her tiny, young and fragile body. Why wasn’t everyone in panic mode, like me?
Molly added, “Your twins are measuring well and their heartbeats are strong…”
“Plot twist… twins,” My Dad laughed, shaking Joseph’s hand. “Now we get to experience it like you did with Sophie!”
“When did you notice your clothes didn’t fit you any more? You should have said something!” My Mom asked Jessica, who looked down sheepishly.
“It’s normal to gain a little weight during pregnancy.”
“You’re going to expand at a faster rate than me,” Rachel joked, “Your belly is going to balloon.”
“People will be able to tell you’re pregnant very soon, Jess. You’re going to have to start sharing the news. In a week you’ll have a noticeable bump, you’ll have pregnancy oozing from your pores!” Molly added.
“Twins…” I couldn’t stop repeating the word. I might have been in a state of shock. But if I said it out loud, I figured it couldn’t possibly be happening. Wasn’t it an old adage that things never play out as we expect?
“The odds of you falling pregnant with twins, without fertility assistance or genetic influence, are incredibly low: roughly 4 in 1,000. No one knows what causes the fertilized egg to split into two after implantation… you got lucky!” Sophie interjected. I supposed she would know.
“Everything will unfold as it’s meant to, don’t worry, either of you,” Joseph added. “I’ve done this before. Just over two decades ago to be precise,” he chuckled.
“You know we will be so in love with them,” Jessica tells me. She’s right, but “in love” isn’t “sane” or “happy.” Wasn’t it love’s pressures that caused Natalie Portman to kill herself at the end of “Black Swan”? Wasn’t it love’s grief that drove Hecuba to turn into a snarling dog and throw herself into the ocean? Her words did little to quell my anxiety because I wasn’t worrying about whether I would love my children. I worried how much of myself I’d unwittingly turn away from as I turned toward them. I worried if I’d infect them with my darkness. I worried how I’d ever have the bandwidth to be anything else but a father. My life as an independent human being… was over. But… this was also a chance for my own redemption. My own rebirth. And then I found myself worrying about how rare the random occurrence of those twin babies’ very existence had made me aware of every random occurrence that could take them away. Becoming a snarling dog was a luxury. And maybe not having that luxury is what made me most afraid. Even if we were going to be shattered internally, and externally drowning in feelings of inadequacy, fearing for my children’s well-being, I still couldn’t throw myself into a lake. That would need something truly catastrophic to occur.
We all went to dinner at the spa but I can’t remember much of it. Countless to-do list items spun away in a tornado of nausea and hormones. An unread email used to raise my serotonin enough that I’d snap to. Now the only thing that roused me from my stupor coma was my almost two-year-old son’s squeaky voice saying “hold you” when what he meant was “hold me.” I smiled at the irony of his mix-up, feeling his love as I wrapped my arms around him. I stared at his tiny fingers, imagining two sets of them reaching for each other.
“Their heartbeats are strong.” Molly’s excited reassurance rang now as a threat.
Like the growing babies in my wife and her sister, I realised the march of time had ushered me into a new stage of development. My desperate hope for life to feel more manageable, my pleas for “anything to happen” had transformed into a certainty that the rest of my life would be spent doing everything I could to ensure nothing does.
“They are lucky to have you as their father,” Jessica reassured me by my side, looking first at Jacob, then at Rachel and then down to her tummy.
I dropped my head into her lap and kissed the soon to be baby bump. “Go easy on me,” I whispered to the little life forms inside. “Let me pretend I can do this and maybe, somehow, I will start to believe it.”
________
Monday I was too shocked to register anything more than the fact that I had three children on their way to two different mothers. Tuesday came and it was as if a dark cloud had descended over me. My parents thought it was due to the news and I think Joseph and Sophie didn’t even realise I was really suffering. Needless to say, I retreated into myself, not even trying to contemplate if it was all going to be financially viable. I was on a rollercoaster ride now and everything seemed beyond my control. It would end in disaster and only I could see it coming. I felt powerless and scared, just like I did when Ellen and I were an item. Fortunately, on Tuesday Ellen was on day release, and I had far too much to catch up on at work so it thankfully kept me fully occupied. At home, everyone was quite rightly focused on the twins so no one noticed my depression really take hold of me and by the time Wednesday came around I deliberately left the house early to avoid having to interact with either Abigail or Ellen and lose myself on a presentation I needed to deliver. They were sure to pick up on my change of mood.
I had a lot to do that day so I grabbed a coffee and was at my desk long before 8am. I was pitching for a huge client for the company, and I wasn’t as prepared as I had hoped to be. Half an hour later I was surprised to see Abigail waltz into my office. She was reading some papers as she walked in, and when she got closer to my desk to lay them in my inbox, she finally looked up to see me in my chair.
“Shit!” she screamed, and then realised it was me. “Sorry Mr. Winter, I didn’t expect to see you here so early, you scared me.” Normally, she wouldn’t see me here before nine, since I always have to fight the traffic, and I just can’t seem to pull myself out of bed as early as I used to. Not that I’m old; in fact, I’m the youngest executive in the firm, and seemingly working twice as hard as all of them.
“Humph” I was still sort of out of it. But right then, I caught just the slightest hint of her perfume, and I became instantly more alert. The women of the office were discouraged from wearing perfume by the Human Resources department. There wasn’t a rule against it, but they did make sure that every female heard it before they started working here. I guess H.R. thought that with all the women wearing perfume, no men would ever do any real work. Ha , I thought to myself, how right they were.
“Sorry Abby, I got in early. I’m meeting with the new clients this afternoon, and I was up late working on the proposal. And that reminds me, do you have the copies I asked for yesterday?”
“Yes, they’re at my desk. I’ll go get them for you.” She dropped the papers she’d been carrying into my inbox, and turned on her heel to go back to her desk. When the door to my office was open, I could easily see her desk from mine. I spent Tuesday desperately trying not to look up to the vision of both Ellen and Abigail, framed in my doorway, hoping they would keep their distance. The temptation was too much and I was guilty of looking over their very different but perfect bodies as they went about their office work, lusting after them with all the thoughts of a horny school boy.
But today my eyes shot to Abigail’s feet as she walked away. She was wearing her favourite black heels, the ones that made her calves look like they were sculpted by gods. She was an unconventional looking woman but she had amazing legs. My eyes made a slow migration up those beautiful walkers to her perfectly small but tightly formed ass. She was wearing a dark gray skirt suit today; her clothes had become provocative as she seemed to be in direct competition with the newly installed office blonde. She must have had it tailored specifically for her, because it showed off her every asset, and hid any flaw that may have existed. It’s true what they say; women dress for other women. I was just an innocent beneficiary of their fashion war.
My cock started to come alive as she reached her desk, because as soon as she did, she bent over without delay to grab the copies I had asked for. I don’t normally see her do that, so my mind was racing. Is she showing off for me? As she was bent down, I could see her white silk blouse open up ever-so-slightly, giving me just a peak at her cleavage. By now, my penis is was becoming uncomfortable, so I tried to shift in my seat so it wouldn’t be so obvious to her. Then, she stood up, and I saw her like I had never seen her before.
Abigail was in her mid-twenties years but at just over five feet, she was a little on the short side, but also slim and petite enough so that she was completely proportionate. There could not have been an ounce of fat on her. She had shoulder length, pixie cut black hair with bright white streaks flowing from the top and down either side of her temple. She looked like she had just stepped out of a comic book. Abigail had dark brown, almost black eyes which she accentuated with smokey make-up and maybe half a dozen drawn on freckles on her ivory cheekbones. But it was her tiny torpedo shaped breasts that drew the most attention from men. I was never really sure whether she was an A cup, a full B cup, or a small C, I guess only Victoria knew that secret. They were pointed, almost cone shaped and perky, and they always filled out her suit jackets. Now here she was, slowly tracing her way back towards me, and I was almost fully aroused.
“I got you the copies like you asked for. I also put your presentation onto the system for you, and went ahead and re-checked the reservation for your conference room this afternoon at three.” She put down the box and looked deep into my eyes. Was that a different look than she’d ever given to me? I couldn’t be sure, but adrenaline started pumping into my veins anyway.
“Ahhh, err, thanks Abby,” I stuttered.
“As far as I’m concerned, I need to thank you. You stood up for me in front of Richard. You tried to convince Mr Hobbs to make me your intern. That blonde has them both by the testicles, but you still rooted for me. I can see how much her working here has affected you; you seem to do anything and everything to avoid her. I’m sorry. You’re immune to her charms… and I see how much it ruffles her! She’s always staring at you when you’re not looking. That bitch is dangerous.”
“Richard loves her, he wants me to make it work so I guess I’m going to have to make more of an effort.” I paused, feeling strange, trying to work out what side of what fence I was supposed to be on. I tried to regain myself. “I’m sorry you didn’t secure the internship Abby, maybe Ellen won’t last? Maybe she’ll move on? Maybe she’ll be an outstanding student and fast track herself out of here? I’m sure you’re well placed for the next internship that comes along.”
“Thanks, babe–I mean Jeff!” She let a little giggle out, almost like a teenage girl. At once, I could tell she was embarrassed by the gaffe, and she blushed. “Thank you, it will make our work relationship a little easier, knowing we are in this together; team work makes the dream work.”
She paused; and put her ass up to the edge of my desk. At first, I wasn’t sure what she was doing, but she propped herself up onto the edge, crossed her legs and then gave me a look I’ll never forget. “You really need to relax Jeff, especially before this presentation. I know how important this is to Richard and Mr Hobbs, and I know you take that responsibility very seriously. Your team are all busy and nobody sees that you’re overwhelmed but me. I will look after you. I’ll look out for you. And if the others don’t start pulling their weight… I’ll have a word with them. If that’s okay?” I nodded, not sure where she was going with this. “I really love working for you, I want to root for you as much as you root for me. So… let me help you relax a little bit.”
With that, she jumped off the desk and onto the floor. She walked over to the door to my office, and shut it slowly. The lights in my office don’t dim, but they do have individual controls, so she reached over and turned out all but one. As she came back toward me, she unbuttoned her jacket, and placed it on the couch opposite my desk.
“I’m sure you’re super tense doing yours and everyone else’s work. Besides, I know things aren’t going so well at home…”
“What makes you say that?” I protested.
“Because you seem to take every opportunity to come in early and stay late rather than rush home to your new wife. I know you’ve had problems. Maybe you’ll work through them. Maybe you won’t. Most marriages end in divorce these days and if yours does… there are many more fish in the sea,” Abby explained, “Besides, sitting in these office chairs all day isn’t good for your back and neck.” She slid my jacket off of my shoulders, and began kneading her delicate fingers into my neck. I pulled the jacket off the rest of the way, and flung it toward the coat hook on the wall. It didn’t come close to making it, but I didn’t care. I decided to let Abigail give me a massage, it didn’t have to mean anything. It’s what secretaries do.
“Wow, you really ARE tense.” She said, as he moved her fingers gently up and down my neck. My whole body was awake then, feeling every single hair she moved as her soft hands ran over them. Her hands ran up my neck and onto my head, fingers gently pushing my hair in every direction. Just the feel of her touch kept me aroused. I wasn’t fully hard yet, but I was certainly getting there.
I reached up with my hands and placed them on hers. She moved my hands around my head and neck for another minute or so, and then I moved my hands up her arms. Past her shoulders, I put my hands behind her head, and I pulled her down toward me. Leaning my head back, my lips met with hers, and an electric spark ran through me.
I recoiled in shock when I realised what I had done! The darkness! It had secretly taken hold of me! I had mistaken Abigail for an object of pure lust, and unobtainable person that I had kissed. I was floored.
“Jeff, that was really nice. But let’s not do this now… our colleagues will be arriving soon.” My heart fell all the way to the floor. She came around from behind my chair, and looked at me. “Next time, if we’re going to do it, we need to do it right.” She hiked up her skirt, and placed one knee beside my leg. Then she brought up the other knee, straddling me, with her arms around my neck. I leaned up and she leaned in, and she kissed me. Not some light brushing of the lips but a full bodied smooch.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined this, Jeff.” She said, as I broke free. “Everyday I come into this office, and leave an unsatisfied woman.”
She stood herself up and with an impish giggle, stood in front of me and rubbed my temples. It helped my forming headache but did nothing for the horror of my actions. As I relaxed into the gentle movement of her fingers I took the opportunity to surreptitiously watch the movement of her breasts beneath her blouse. She finished the massage and stood up, her skirt flashing a glimpse of her upper leg, and I managed to decline her offered hand, saying I’d rather just let my back relax before I got up and accidentally revealed the tent that had now formed in my pants. Abby then stood behind my chair, and I closed my eyes as she rubbed my temples once more. It was like she was some sort of de-stresser! It felt good and she rocked my head from side to side gently as she worked, and I was starting to relax into a floating state. When I opened my eyes, I realised that my head wasn’t resting against the chair’s headrest. It was nestled between Abigail’s pointed breasts. I started to stammer something but she shushed me by covering my mouth with her hand, “Just relax and let it happen,” she said, and then slipped a finger into my mouth and rubbed my tongue with it. I clamped my lips reflexively on her finger and she moved it in and out as she continued to stroke my temple. She moved her caresses from my temple down to my cheek, then deftly unbuttoned my collar and slid her cool hand inside my shirt to rub my chest. I closed my eyes again and reveled in the feeling. She pinched my nipple, digging her fingernails into it, and I felt an answering twinge down below.
“I really don’t think this is a good idea,” I muttered, but I didn’t make any moves to push her away.
“Don’t worry,” she purred reassuringly. I watched as I felt her nipples starting becoming hard by the way they poked into my neck and shoulder. “They don’t bite,” she continued, “although *I* might!” She abandoned my nipples and placed the palm of her hand on my shoulders as I trembled.
That’s when we heard the elevator ping.
“You need to leave,” I said quietly, “it’s time to get back to work.”
“I’m glad I could help you,” Abigail responded, with a smile in her voice.
After a moment she straightened and turned me around to kiss me. Then, before anyone could notice, she helped me re-button my shirt. It wasn’t but a second later that we both heard the voices of our colleagues. Abby smiled, picking her jacket up off the floor and putting it back on. She then handed me mine.
“Yes, time to go back to work, but I can already see I’ve made a difference to your mood. You’re going to have a good day, Jeff,” she said, winking at me. Then stepping through the door, she walked out into the main office, past Ellen, wearing a smug and satisfied expression and as she sat at her desk. She just sat there and lay back, closing her eyes, smiling and breathing. I watched and wondered as I watched her hand move down beneath her desk… she couldn’t be… leaning back fingering the hell out of her pussy in full view of anyone in the office? After a few moments I saw her shudder and relax and lie there for a few minutes as she recovered from her self pleasuring. When she was done she started up her computer and our eyes met. My mouth was hanging open and as I started to regain my senses we stared at each other across the office space. Ellen looked slightly agitated, fighting with her own computer. Richard headed past Abigail to his own office, completely oblivious. Then my office phone rang. It was Abigail.
“I just wanted to say… Thank you for trusting me. Don’t worry I’ll be back to take care of unfinished business some other day. Remember, don’t feel sad and don’t feel threatened by that blonde bitch. We are a team. A good team. The women you’ve met in your life so far obviously don’t understand you, including your wife. But I do. I’ve got your back, Jeff,” she said quietly, as our eyes met across the office, both of us on either end of the phone.
“Thanks, Abigail, but my wife and I are reconciled and I’m learning… to better understand my feelings. I appreciate you being there, though.”
“You’d be surprised, there are a lot of married men, just like you, who need a woman like me in their life. I’ve helped a fair few… and they’ve helped me. Some of them even work in this building… it’s good to have friends.”
“Then I’m glad we are friends,” I murmured into the handset.
“I’m glad too, and Jeff…” Abby whispered, “you’re a really good kisser.”
I slammed down the handset and watched as Abigail giggled and put her own handset down. Ellen then called Abigail over, still fighting some issue with her computer and Abby climbed to her feet with a huff and skirted around her desk towards Ellen’s. I watched make the short walk and I could see what looked like wetness on her legs that I was sure wasn’t there before. After a few minutes she fixed whatever Ellen’s problem was, and returned to her station. I just sat there, looking out the window at this strange woman, who had just got herself off after flirting with me. My dark fantasies started to take control as I thought about seeing her naked and eating that wet juicy pussy. I was brought back to reality as Ellen turned her head, thinking I was looking at her. She caught my eye as she gave me a little wave and a big smile. I could feel paranoia and anxiety fighting over me. Whichever won, I knew I was doomed, and I only had myself to blame.
________
The rest of the week passed by uneventfully. Well, it did for me. Richard kept Abigail in check. I successfully secured another big contract and I even had time to begin teaching Ellen, who remained respectful and professional. Jessica and Rachel were inundated with visits from friends and family who all wanted to congratulate them on their pregnancies. They knew I had fathered Jessica’s baby but apparently Rachel was knocked up in some one night stand. Rather incredulously, everyone pretty much knew Molly and Rachel were an item and they often went out and partied together. Even if anyone thought it was suspicious that I could have fathered a child with Jessica at exactly the same time that Rachel had unprotected sex with a male stranger while she was having a same sex relationship with Molly, they never suspected me because she was always out with Molly, and I was at home with Jess! I couldn’t have been involved! I don’t know how they bought it. They just nodded because they knew the twins were probably telepathically linked and they would obviously choose to be pregnant together and bring up their children together. They all pretty much understood theirs was an unconventional but close family. Sophie was still riddled with guilt and avoided me just as much as I avoided her. Joseph became our go-between, and I made sure he knew I didn’t hold him responsible for loving his wayward daughter… After all, I loved my son… his adopted son. It might even have made us closer.
My Mom loved babies so it was like I had gifted her the best present in the universe. She couldn’t have been happier and was in her element, booking the twins in for any and every check and treatment at her clinic. Molly was right, Jessica and Rachel were in safe hands. The safest hands on the planet! My Dad softened too, especially when I told him I had just secured another pay rise. Neither my Mom or Dad knew about Ellen. Joseph and Sophie reckoned the less people who knew the more chance we would have to keep her return and my close proximity to her a secret. They all seemed to think the problem would just fix itself. I knew it could only end in disaster and certainly the end of my life as I would know it. If not my death.
That Friday Molly spent the evening with Rachel then, the next morning, I traveled up to the lodges to begin work to bring the first lodge back up to code as the twins attended their therapy session. I wondered if Molly and I would end up having our own ‘therapy’ session but, to be honest, there was so much to do and spent the whole day working on the first lodge. My first real job was to make sure that it was watertight. The window frames had mostly rotted and some of the roof tiles were well past their best. I chose to work on the roof while the weather was still tolerable as I could replace the window frames from inside the lodge. I could even source, with my company contacts, modern double and even triple glazed windows which would make the lodges much more energy efficient. I made sure I took all the necessary measurements to have a set of windows and frames made up to order but even with a significant discount Molly and her grandmother could only afford to glaze the first lodge, but it was a start. Jessica and I discussed paying for and glazing the other two lodges ourselves and we would see how I handled being a window fitter for the first lodge before moving on to the others.
It was cold and dark by the time I finished on the roof of the first lodge, but the job was done, the tiles had been replaced and the roof looked in pretty good shape. It gave me hope for the other two lodges. Molly’s grandmother prepared me a huge hot meal in the café and we talked into the night, before I retired to bed in the first lodge. Alone. It was late. I was tired and so was Molly but I did agree to take a walk with Molly first thing in the morning before heading home that Sunday afternoon.
I woke up far too early with far too much on my mind. The early morning air was crisp as the light breeze whistled gently through the pine forests adjacent to the lodge with an eerie whine. The forest floor was carpeted with a thick layer of soft pine needles and the air scented with the fresh aroma of sweet pine fragrance. I loved it up there. It was intoxicating.
Dressed in our warm coats we stepped out and followed the trail down to the lake then along the lake edge before making our way towards Rachel’s glade. Hand in hand we walked silently, contemplatively towards the tall army of trees. The early morning sun warming our faces and setting off the warm colours on Molly’s beautiful face. Molly had slept well after the hard graft of the previous day; contentment personified. As we breached the tree line the sounds of the forest became more distinct, the wading birds were out in force, their calls echoing through the forest and we stopped briefly to take in some air and watch the wildlife before heading inland, towards the everwatchful mountain. We slipped into single file as we strolled steadily along through the rows of trees. I was mesmerised by the swing of Molly’s hips and her shapely legs as she stepped out ahead of me, her tight little ass teasingly swaying just ahead of me; she could sense my lust and she often caught me staring; she deliberately chose the rip denim shorts for this walk knowing full well that they would drive me wild with desire.
Working our way up the gentle slope we came to the edge of the forest and stopped. Before us was a lush green valley, leading up towards the mountain, scattered rocks and outcrops covered the landscape and in the distance we could see the waterfall feeding the river that fed the lake down below. Standing momentarily to catch our breath and take in the tranquillity and beauty I stepped in behind her, putting my arms around her waist I pushed up into her back and gently kissed the back of her neck. Goose flesh waves spread down her arms as my lips gently caressed the nape of her neck. She leaned her head back and smiled, looking into my eyes. Turning around she lifted her arms up and around my neck and we embraced in a long and passionate kiss. Her tongue probing gently, slowly around my lips, the sensation sending shock waves of energy down my spine. As she pressed up against me she could feel the response deep in my loins as the bulge in my pants filled quickly and pressed up against her leg. She sensed the power she had over me and it fueled her determination even more.
“Jeff, I want you to do me a favour,” she said quietly as we held each other.
“If it’s within my power, I’ll do it,” I replied.
“You won’t want to do this. But it’s something you need to do.”
“Isn’t that always the way?” I replied with a sigh, “What is it you need Molly?”
“Talk to Sophie. Make it right for her by once again forgiving something that’s unforgivable. Forgive her for choosing to support Ellen over you?”
I sighed again. Yes. I knew this had to happen. Things were just becoming increasingly uncomfortable between us. Sophie had saved me. She had supported me for three years. She had shared her house with me… her body… we shared a child… but Molly was right; ultimately she chose Ellen. She betrayed me.
“I’ll think about it. Come on, that’s Jessica’s waterfall. It’s been ages since we’ve been there,” I said as she linked her hand into mine and we set off together.
Our progress was slower now we were off the trail but the view was incredible; un-spoiled by man and his economic pursuits. We stopped and decided to explore the landscape a bit more and make our way along the grass ridge to the line of trees in the distance. A flock of wild birds screeched wildly as we approached and flew off down the hill to more un-disturbed pastures. Molly flinched in surprise but as we made our way along the ridge we reached the edge of the forest where small flocks of birds dashed feverishly about, scavenging seeds and berries in our path. We heard the gentle trickle of running water in the distance.
The wild mountainside gave way to large indigenous trees and brought welcome shade and coolness to our path. The soil beneath our feet was deep rich brown and black with decomposing leaves and branches providing a soft cushion for our boots as we walked towards the stream. Beetles, crickets and spider webs abound. The path dropped steeply and we needed both hands to aid our descent over the rock path and low hanging branches. Deep green clumps of moss and clusters of autumn shaded fungus bespeckled the smooth black rocks that indicated the proximity of running water. We stepped into a shaded terrarium of ferns and forest lilies; a bird of prey burst off a nearby branch and flew up into the tree tops. A stream of crystal clear ice cold mountain water cascaded down the rock face, sheltered by thick overhanging trees into shallow pools of round river rocks as it wound its way through the forested valley towards the main river. The scene was breathtaking. Both of us were awestruck by the beauty and tranquillity of the scene. We stood in silence just taking it all in for a few moments. We had arrived.
“Don’t blame Sophie, Jeff,” Molly insisted by my side.
“I don’t blame her! I just don’t know what to do about it. Jessica will find out Ellen is in my life some day soon and that day will be a very dark day indeed. Seriously! That’s when everything ends! Everyone wants to just carry on as normal and I’m the only one who seems to know it’s all going to end in carnage. So yeah, I can forgive Sophie and pretend, like everyone else, that we are all going to live happily ever after. But we won’t. They won’t. I won’t!”
“Then… forgive her for your parents, especially your Mom,” Molly said softly, “your Mom is very worried.”
We sat on a large boulder bathed in the sunshine. In the valley, surrounded by the trees, it felt much warmer than it actually was, sheltered from the cold autumn breeze. Sitting among the trees we took in how beautiful it all was, then Molly rested her head on my shoulder and I felt the tension slowly leave my body.
“You’re wrong, my Mom has no idea what’s going on.”
“Jeff, she’s not stupid. She senses you’re now cold towards Sophie. She sees how much pain her best friend is in every time she looks at you. She’s starting to join up the dots and coming up with solutions that are worse than the truth.”
“What could be worse than the truth?”
“She thinks you no longer want to be part of your son’s life, or that Sophie doesn’t want you to be part of Jacob’s life. Or she thinks she’s done something… in the bedroom… that makes you want to leave. She knows she still calls on you… from time to time. Maria is more and more depressed and distracted at work. She’s a total wreck! She didn’t handle you moving out too well, I know you only went next door but she feels like you chose Sophie over her. She thinks your mother-in-law is interfering in your marriage; she knows you’ve already left Jessica once after only a matter of weeks and she thinks that Sophie is trying to manipulate either you, or Jessica, especially now she’s pregnant… and Rachel too. Your Mom thinks the girls have now got what they always wanted and now your surplus to requirements… she thinks you sense this and that’s why your marriage is on the rocks… that you’re now unnecessary and can be discarded. It was nearly how it was with Ellen, it came close to being reality again after Sophie finally conceived. Your Mom is in bits thinking you’re going to leave them all… or that they are going to push you out.”
The trees were just on the turn, their verdant green making way for a golden yellow. The sky was that bright blue that was only ever seen up here in the mountains. Looking up through the trees, the sunlight played with the leaves, creating dancing shadows on the forest floor. The smell was intoxicating with dry leaves, fresh air and the scent of Molly sitting beside me. As always, Molly was talking perfect sense, and it was difficult to argue with her. I knew my parents were worried. In a sad way it felt good that someone else felt as bad as me… but because of me? I was being particularly cruel. I turned to Molly; her eyes pulled me closer, daring me to touch that spark and be warmed.
“Some of that is very close to being the truth,” I confessed, “She may have missed some of the dots but she’s close to the correct picture.”
“I know. I work with your Mom every day. Maria is going out of her mind trying to stand by you, and stand with her best friends. Those babies mean just as much to her as they do to Sophie and her girls. She doesn’t know what to do… so either tell your Mom the truth…”
“Or forgive Sophie and play at ‘happy families’?”
“Ellen is Sophie and Joseph’s daughter. Their first born. So what if they chose their daughter over you? You would choose your son over them? They love her, they are her parents, they are supposed to forgive her and support her no matter what.”
“I get that and I understand it. But they could have circumvented everything by just helping Ellen find a different path. Instead they put us on a collision course. They didn’t think of me. They didn’t think of Rachel and Jessica, who are also their daughters. Ironically, this has got nothing to do with Ellen and everything to do with Sophie. This is all about her!”
“What did Sophie do?”
“She feels guilty about her past… her failures.”
“Feeling guilty isn’t a crime, Jeff, if it was, you’d already be locked up, you feel guilty all the time!” Molly chuckled, “I know what Ellen did to you was evil but they love her. What else could they do? Sophie is just a mother–”
“Sophie created Ellen!” I shouted, startling more birds from the trees, “Sophie lost control of her as a pre-teen so she empowered her instead, fashioning her in her grandmother’s image. Helen, her grandmother, was a dominatrix. She needed to control men and so she introduced her first born to sex when she became a teenager. Ellen was already looking for older men to provide for her at the age of fourteen that’s when she probably lost her virginity to Jerome. By fifteen she had multiple sex partners. By sixteen she had Jerome wrapped around her finger. But he, quite obviously, only wanted one thing from her… and then her little under-age sisters. Sophie had to offer herself to prevent him form raping them shortly after their sixteenth birthdays. He went to prison for that and the Robinson’s moved house to make a new start, getting Ellen as far away from Jerome as they could before he was released… they hoped he would lose interest… or that she would.”
“That’s when they met you… the twins fell for you, but Ellen got to you first.”
“Sophie thought I’d be good for Ellen… but she didn’t know how to adapt, to be anything other than a dominatrix. And it didn’t take long for me to find out that she was still secretly seeing Jerome. Our whole relationship was just a front. When Jerome raped me… Sophie finally took action but it was already far too late.”
“Oh fucking hell, Jeff,” Molly cried, sobbing into my shoulder, “I knew it was bad but… I only knew a fraction of that… I’m so sorry… I understand. I understand now. Oh, Jeff! Ellen really is a psychotic bitch!”
“Sophie made her that way! And now she’s ready to accept her back into the family and doesn’t care how that makes me feel… or the twins. And they’re fucking pregnant! Maybe my babies really are all that they really ever wanted?”
“Jessica and Rachel love you, Jeff. They can’t disguise their feelings. Remember, they are in the dark too. They need you… both of us… to keep them safe.”
“By making peace with Sophie and playing happy families until all of this unravels?”
“If it all ends, as you believe it will… then I will be here, for you, to pick up the pieces.”
“Do you really think there will be anything left of me?”
“I’ll love even the smallest part of you…” Molly pulled away from me, her eyes were large, her expression filled with hope, “I need to be honest with you, Jeff. I haven’t kept it a secret… my seven year plan. I know that statistically marriages don’t last more than seven years and my intention is, on the day of your twenty-eighth birthday, I’m going to do all I can to break your marriage. Jessica’s time will be up. If she’s been treating you properly then I’ll lose graciously. If she’s failed… you’ll leave her… for me. When you walked out on her after a month… I knew my plan would need to be amended. I’ll be ready next time. Because I know… I’d be better for you. I won’t deceive you. I won’t manipulate you. I won’t share you. I will simply give myself to you, all that I am, everything… will be yours. I will love you, and your children. I will treat you with respect. So if you leave her again… find me. I’m not a Robinson woman, I will be very different. I’ll be better for you. I truly believe I was meant to find you. There was no chance we would ever have met… if it wasn’t for Ellen. I’m going to replace her… one day I will replace them all.”
“I don’t think I’m supposed to survive this, Molly,” I said quietly, barely over the white noise of Jessica’s waterfall.
We were quiet again for a few minutes. An almost awkwardly long couple of moments. She tried to break the strange silence between us. “You think I’m weird now, don’t you?” Molly asked. Her brown eyes glossy in the reflection of the bright morning sun. And she just looked at me. The slightest hint of a nervous smile creased the corners of her mouth. “I’m here for you. We were meant to find each other. You will survive.“
She leaned towards me. Her eyes closed first as her face came nearer, and I closed mine too. Our lips found each other’s easily. One kiss. One touch of our lips across each other. Something in my stomach began to dance. No, hundreds of little somethings begin jumping up and down and all around in my stomach. My heart was beating so hard I could almost feel it bouncing under my skin. Molly’s hand reached behind my neck and pulled me in. Her lips pressed into mine. It felt different than any other kiss we had shared. Her lips were fuller and softer. Spongy almost. Fleshier. I felt her mouth start to open, slowly and tentatively. My lips opened, following hers and I felt her breath begin to mix with mine as the space between us shrank. Together, our tongues reached out and our tips touched. Two soft moans come from both of us at the same moment.
We pulled apart suddenly and began to giggle. Her eyes were dancing, the corners crinkling upwards as her smile expanded. They closed once more as the hand on the back of my neck beckoned me in again. This time, our mouths opened without hesitation. Our tongues began to play together, first at just the opening where our lips brush against each other, then pressing closer, we delved ever deeper, taking turns tonguing each other’s cheeks and teeth and lips. This was so exciting. So very different to the Robinson females. Her cheeks rubbed against mine. They were so soft. Just soft, warm, pliable skin.
We broke from our liplock and Molly kissed my face, my cheeks, my chin, and down my neck. I let her, leaning back slightly, as my arms wrapped around her and held her close. She returned to my waiting mouth and once again we plunged into a deep and frenzied kiss. We were necking like teenagers, I realised, in a wild and formless make out session. I recognised the pubescent excitement of lust and exploration and daring from first kisses of years long since passed. We discovered each other’s faces and mouths, wordlessly anticipating where each would go with our lips and tongue.
The hand that held my neck and kept me in place, slid ever so slowly down the front of my jacket. It stops and rests atop my chest. What could I do but kiss her more deeply at that moment, giving her my silent permission to squeeze me and fondle me. Tentatively, my hands moved around her waist. I discovered a gap between her jeans and sweatshirt where soft, cool skin opened to the mountain breeze. Slowly, my fingers moved into this opening, under her sweatshirt, until my hand completely disappeared under my friend’s clothes.
Molly moaned softly. The sound vibrated her lips against mine. Her fingers discovered the stiffening tips of my nipples and she pinched them, gently, sending a shudder from my head to my toes. My hands explored upward, inside her top. I cupped her left breast tucked tightly into a thin, gauzy and lacy bra, and squeezed. She was soft. Fleshy. Firm. Full. Lifting upward, I feel its weight. My hand slid into the valley between her breasts. I felt her heart racing. My fingers expanded, stretching between the twin mounds. My palm pressed firmly against her breastbone.
Our long kiss broke.
“I can feel your heart beating,” I whispered.
“Can you?”
“Yes. Can you feel mine?”
“Your heart beat is everything to me. The day I saw you come to the café with Jessica, I knew… there was something about you. Yes you were handsome, but I knew, despite you obviously having a girlfriend, that I needed to get to know you. No matter what it took. The more I saw you the more I realised something strange was going on. I could see you were in love with Jess but she always acted so strangely, almost like she was two different people; I guess she was.” Molly explained. I helped her take off my coat, and removed mine, placing them down on a large smooth black rock that formed a stage from which we could sit and enjoy the magnificence of mother nature in all its unspoiled glory.
“I remember you… always watching.”
“I’m going to spend as long as it takes, watching and waiting. I’m meant to be with you, Jeff. Not any of them,” she declared,smiling and melting me with her unconditional love.
Her body was hot from the long walk; a sheen of light perspiration covered her back. We sat, huddling next to each other, arms clasped around our knees and just breathing; the therapeutic effect it had on our beings was immeasurable as the stresses of our high pressure lives disappeared like mists in the morning sun. It rejuvenated and recharged our spirits just sitting there contemplatively. I reached out and undid the laces on my boots, slipping them off my feet bringing instant relief. I slipped off my socks and my feet were immediately cooled by the fresh mountain air. I proceed to do the same for Molly, gently taking out her tender feet and lightly massaging the circulation back into her beautiful manicured toes as I removed her socks. She smiled affectionately and looked deep into my corrupted soul with those now dark and mysterious eyes of hers, the eyes that penetrated my spirit and ignited the fire of desire in me.
“I can’t make you any promises. My life has become so complicated I can’t see myself making it through this time. You’re right… it will end. Everything will end,” I whispered.
“When it does… I’ll save you.”
“Why?” I asked and she reached forward to kiss me lightly on the lips.
She looked into my eyes, “Because I love you,” she whispered softly in my ear, and her eyes reflected the deep sincerity of her statement; nothing more needed to be said, no superlatives added or justification demanded; just love, unconditional and immediate.
A strong gripping sensation rose deep in my chest as I reflected the love and desire to envelope her in my arms and somehow mould our bodies into one. Somehow I wanted to absorb her into me like two organic cells meeting under a microscope would melt into one another and become one. I smiled back at her and I reached forward and kissed her tenderly on her mouth, our lips were moist from the humidity and it accentuated the chemistry between us as we kissed. “I hope you know I love you too,” I said as I pulled back and Molly stood up.
“This place is special… I’m glad you’ve chosen to share it with me…” she said breathlessly, “Now let me share myself with you?”
Grabbing my hands she pulled me to her feet and we stepped forward to dip our feet into the ice cold water. It was electric! We stood in the middle of the gently flowing stream, the cold water sending shock waves up our legs. She stepped around and put her long arms around my neck and we hugged each other tenderly. The pressure of her hips against my navel got my engine started, the stirring in my loins was soon manifested by the bulge in my pants and damp patch below my belt. I gently lifted her top up as my hands caressed the small of her back. My hands now under her top, moved gently up, caressing, massaging and following the contours of her spine to reach her shoulder blades. I slowly unclasped her bra and gently pulled it free from its position. Tossing it back onto our rock ledge I moved my right hand up the front of her top and enveloped her left breast in my large warm hand, gently circling the nipple as my left hand slipped around her back and between her shorts and butt. I gently squeezed her bum, pulling her tightly into my body. She arched her back in pleasure as I stimulated her. Our lips probing each other and exploring, always finding new and sensual ways to interact.
By now the cold water was beginning to bite into our feet, so we moved out and back up to the rock perch we have created overlooking this paradise. She pushed me gently down onto the rock, my arms extended back to support my torso then she swung her legs over me and sat down on my lap facing towards me, her hands clasping my head gently, her dark eyes probing my face for information. She reached forward lightly kissing my lips, my eyes closed as I absorbed her energy.
Molly began kissing a trail slowly down my chest, alternating between little, sucking kisses and warm, wet licks on my sensitive flesh. I put one hand on her arm to gently encourage her with her hands heading south, tracing the bulge that was uncomfortably straining my pants. I now had one hand on her back so she could feel me squeezing her as she began sliding her hand up and down my cock through my pants and I groaned and writhed beneath her. Soon she had kissed her way to my belly, circling my navel several times with her tongue then kissing down to my waistband. Slowly she slipped her hand out of my pants and brought her other hand forward to grasp my belt. I realised what she was doing and exhaled deeply. She looked up at me and smiled as she unclasped my belt buckle.
“Time for your therapy session,” she whispered, smiling. I’ll never forget how sexy it was to hear her say those words over the soft jingling of my belt buckle as she unfastened it. “I’m going to make you feel wanted, Jeff.”
I smiled down at her. “This is nothing like the therapy session my wife goes to,” I gasped, “I’ll have to tell her…” My jaw swung open as I watched her, amazed at how sensual and erotic she was. Only a few years ago she was my attentive waitress. Now she was working with my Mom, educated and intelligent, beautiful and desirable. Did I marry the wrong woman? I once saw her as just Rachel’s girlfriend, beautiful yes, but just a friend that I wouldn’t allow myself to think about in a sexual way. But now I craved her. She was undeniably sexy and irresistible and I wanted every bit of her I could get.
“Tell Jessica everything,” Molly said and smiled again, biting her bottom lip as she returned her attention to my pants. She popped open the button and slowly dragged my zipper down, spreading each flap of my pants open and revealing my stiff cock tenting up my boxer briefs in an obscene manner. She gasped when she saw it, but didn’t miss a beat as she ran her thumbs under the elastic waistband of my underwear and stretched it out over the head of my cock, freeing it. It stood proudly, arching up toward her warm breath and throbbing. She yanked my boxers down my legs a bit to get them out of the way, then paused and let the tension of the moment hang in the air.
She stared at my cock for just a moment, watching it bob slightly with every pulse of my heart, then ran her thumb under it and held it steady with her right hand. She bowed her head slowly onto it and I felt her kiss the head softly with her lips, holding it gently between them for a moment. I rested my head back against my seat and groaned lowly in delight as she opened her lips and took the length of me into her warm mouth, holding it there and gently lapping against it with her tongue. Then she arched her neck back up and withdrew, letting her tongue caress the head as she did so.
“Nnnnnnnnn, oh fuck, Molly,” I groaned, sliding both my hands into her long, straight hair and holding her head steady on my cock. She moaned and let her mouth descend on me once again, drawing the length of me into her. She then started bobbing her head up and down slowly, sucking me firmly and always tightening her grip around the head on each withdrawal. The feeling was amazing and I lost myself to her ministrations, closing my mind to all thoughts except the pleasure of feeling Molly suck me.
The exotic woman kept a slow, steady rhythm, using her hand to slide gently up and down along with her mouth. Her grip was firm and tight, and she would hold me still in her mouth on every insertion for a moment, letting her tongue run a long, hard lick over my shaft before sliding me slowly out again. My breathing was rough and ragged as I struggled to keep my wits about me in the throes of pleasure. But soon I found myself succumbing to ecstasy.
“Mmmmmm, holy shit, Molly,” I groaned, “that feels so fucking good.” With my hands in her hair I gave her gentle pulls and nudges to encourage her to increase her pace. “Oh yeah, fuck yes, faster,” I moaned, losing myself to the pleasure. Molly quickened her pace and I could feel the demanding, inevitable explosion building within me. My balls felt tight and throbbing, ready to release the load contained within them.
Molly switched her hands so that her left hand held and stroked my cock as she sucked me, and with her right she gently cupped and squeezed my balls. I groaned incoherently as her gentle squeezing built the desire within me. My orgasm was now a foregone conclusion, a quickly brightening light at the end of my long, dark tunnel of ecstasy.
I ran one hand down her back, and let it wander over the curve of her ass. She gave a quick intake of breath as I found and fumbled into her own shorts, so that my hand could slip beneath her panties and find her soft curves. The smooth skin of her ass was soft and warm as my hand glided over it, seeking the warm softness at its core. I squeezed her entire bare cheek in my palm, realising in that moment that her panties must be a thong riding up between her cheeks. The realisation heightened my ecstasy as I rapidly neared my explosion.
My mind was losing all coherent thought. I barely remembered where. Now all that mattered was Molly’s soft mouth, and her warm hand, manipulating me tightly and drawing out my pleasure. I let my fingers search for her cleft, curling up into the soft crack in the center of her ass. She was leaning forward, giving me unfettered access to the tender chasm nestled between her cheeks. I found it and pressed my fingers gently against it. The fabric of her panties were warm and moist, and she let a little moan escape her lips even as she sucked me steadily.
It felt so incredibly erotic to have my fingers against her softness, the tender, little secret nestled safely between her thighs. I pushed gently against her panties and felt her sex open just slightly for me beneath them. She began groaning with every breath now as I let my fingers gently slide along the length of her slit, teasing her through her panties. The moment was building now, the momentum of our passion climbing as my explosion neared. “Oh Molly, oh Princess, don’t stop,” I moaned. “I’m so fucking close.”
She groaned against my cock, the vibrations humming through me. She kept her pace quick and steady, gripping me tightly in her mouth and stroking me with her hand, while the other hand gently squeezed my balls. I pressed my fingers more aggressively against her pussy, dying to feel her soft wetness. The sensation only heightened my ecstasy, a dirty, almost perverse pleasure feeling her moistness on my fingers. Soon my orgasm rose to the tip of release. I felt as though everything within me had boiled to the surface and sat just at the tip of my cock, ready to burst forth.
“Princess, oh, of fuck, I’m going to, oh Molly, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna…” My voice broke off into a grunt as every muscle in my body stiffened. My orgasm exploded up out of me with a shot, a burst of unbridled ecstasy flowing from me in a violent, convulsing wave. I felt the first heavy spurt of my cum shoot into her mouth. Molly paused for a moment as her mouth filled, but after a single breath she settled back into her bobbing sucking motion, pulling my essence from me with her ministrations.
I felt spurt after spurt jet out of me. I pressed my fingers brazenly against her pussy in my ecstasy, and she groaned along with me as I came. Wave after wave washed over me as I felt myself drain into her warm mouth. Molly sucked air in through her nose, struggling to keep up with her motions as my heavy load filled her mouth. After several moments, my convulsions slowed and I felt the last few drops slipping out of me. Molly lessened her pace but kept her grip tight on my shaft, draining every last bit of me into her mouth. Her relaxed massaging, as my cock slowly flagged, only heightened the intense pleasure of my orgasm. It felt so incredible having her stay with me throughout my entire pleasure, instead of recoiling and pulling away the second I started to cum. It was a remarkably caring thing for her to do, and it made my heart long for her all the more.
Once she was satisfied she’d milked every drop out of me she groaned and looked up at me, holding my eyes with hers, my deflating cock still held gently between her lips. Her cheeks and throat tightened for a moment as she swallowed my load in one big gulp, then she increased her suction gingerly to pull any last remaining drops of cum out of my shaft. She swallowed again a moment later then backed her mouth gently off of my cock, letting the head slip out with a little wet kiss.
Molly sat down next to me and took a moment to just look into my eyes and be silent. She gently wiped the excess moisture dripping from around her beautiful lips and she smiled lovingly at me. I drop my hands to lift her top up and over her head, her firm breasts glistening in the mottled light of the shady love nest. A stream of saliva dripped down onto her chest and ran down over her breasts. My fingers moved to caress her erect nipples, gently circling them and gripping them between my thumb and finger as I stimulate the sensory glands around them. I leaned over her now as she arched herself backwards to push her chest up and into my approaching face. Burying my head between her gorgeous tits I kissed and licked the saliva and body fluids on her body. My torso straddled hers as I moved slowly down her chest and let my tongue navigate its way over the navel, seductively I probed around her belly button gently pushing in and out. My throbbing cock dripped fluids like a leaking tap, leaving silver streams of cum running down her thighs. My left hand probed her crotch, rubbing her pussy firmly through her thong, grabbing her butt every now and again to massage the maximus glutimus. She squirmed in ecstasy as the foreplay continued.
I lift my head and look up at her toned body now moist and warm, every sense heightened in anticipation of fulfilment of every lustful desire within her. I slowly unclasped her belt, pushing open the fly, gently easing open the zip. She lifted her bum as I eased her shorts down and over her raised knees. I tossed them lightly to the side. Her black thong was damp with her love juice, I bent down to take in the smell of her femininity, and it drove me wild with desire for her as I let my lips and tongue probe her panties and inner thighs. My hands were still under her bum and I gently squeezed the muscles, my finger slipping in under her thong to probe her lips and asshole lightly. She thrust her hips forward seductively as if wishing for penetrating to occur and release the building tension inside her. Sensing her anticipation, I slipped her panties off and tossed them over her back; her engorged labia were soaked in wet juice, pouting provocatively, inviting my lips and tongue as I buried my head into her crotch. Her hands reached over and pushed my head down, her fingers digging into my scalp. Her smell was intoxicating. Deep forest-floor loam, damp, fertile and clinging.
My mouth hovered a few inches away from her entry. Her soft mound felt smooth in my hand as I stroked her vulva. Unsure of the reaction I would get, I extended my tongue and ran it up and down her lips, ever so lightly. A little shudder rippled through Molly’s slender frame. Emboldened, I continued to explore, delighting when I hit a good spot and her hips began to quiver; she was already incredibly aroused before my tongue had even come into play. Little teasing licks I gave, her taste and smell like red flags in front of a bull for me. My penis began to reform, thickening between my legs. I kept on, keenly attentive to the feedback Molly’s body offered me.
I knew the topology of her vagina by touch, but it was entirely different to explore by mouth and tongue. Valleys, folds of skin, the main juicy channel, all oily wet and aromatic. Lips that parted, an entry that opened and twitched while my tongue slithered up it. Her strong, earthy taste and smell. All up close and immediate as nature and the waterfall provided the perfect backdrop for this encounter. The sensation my tongue-tip provided her clitoris, strangely pearl-like in texture, proved far more intense than anything my fingers had been able to do. I played it gently, even sucked it lightly, as her hips squirmed gratifyingly underneath me.
As my tongue probed her lips and stimulated her pulsating clitoris I reached up and fondled her perky breasts, pinching on her swollen nipples. My tongue moved ever faster, driving waves of ecstasy up her groin and deep into her belly, her hips thrusting forward to draw in my stimulation. I lifted my head to come up for a breath and then quickly got back to business as Molly began mewing and bucking beneath me. Then, really before I was ready, before I wished, she started breathing heavily and pushed her quim strongly into my face. I licked, she kept pushing rhythmically, increasing in violence, her mouth making energetic noises above. My tongue, while it had explored up her channel a little, was not inside when she exploded. Still, the contractions from her groin were sudden and stunningly powerful.
Slowing down I moved the attention of my tongue up her navel across her tummy and up to her breasts, I could hear the pounding beat of her heart as I licked the sweet sweat off her heaving chest. As I reached her head, my throbbing cock, now dripping profusely in anticipation began to probe her pussy, gently teasing the outer lips as it slid up and down her juicy labia. Her arms enveloped me as she pulled me in, her body no longer able to wait for the fulfilment of its desires, my cock sliding effortlessly into her hole, slippery and wet. I began thrusting rhythmically in and out, unleashing waves of electrical sensation up and down each of our glistening bodies, the sensory glands working at full tilt by now. She let out a long moan as she thrust her hips forward to meet mine and the sensations rivet her nervous system with impulses of pure pleasure.
“Make love to me, Jeff, fuck me fuck me,” she chanted. “Don’t stop”, as she grabbed my ass and pushed it down into her groin. It drove my passion wild; I thrust like a wild animal pumping my meat stick into her gash with ever increasing frequency.
Molly was laid like a sacrifice on the bedrock, feeling impaled firmly on my fully erect and throbbing cock. Her legs were splayed out limply on the outside of my thighs as she faced me, her soft, wonderful flesh on display. An offering. To me. And a promise of a happy ending I had not really understood. Her large, brown eyes were open but didn’t seem focused. Her sensuous lips had slackened and she was breathing hard from her mouth. Her mouth opened and shut nearly in a fish-like manner as I pushed my stiff fleshy organ into her and withdrew.
My eyes narrowed as I raised up slightly from her and peered between us, to the stiff flesh that joined our naked bodies. Her super-tight pussy was now squeezing the base of my cock tightly. I began to slowly fuck my beautiful waitress, my gorgous midwife, Rachel’s girlfriend, Jessica’s best friend, my Mom’s colleague and my lover. I did so slowly at first, so as not to pull all of the way out of her and have to struggle with her to get back in. Thus my thrusts were only a few inches each time and Molly slowly began to regain her bearings. Still she groaned with each thrust.
“Ugg.”
“Ugggg.”
“Ugggggg.”
I blushed with shame as I remembered taking my wife here, satisfying each other carnally. But that seemed so long ago. Now, my manhood slipped in and out of Molly’s womanhood as her long legs lay helplessly wide open. My cock began plunging deeper and deeper into her pussy. My hotly throbbing cock slid deeply within her and then was pulled nearly completely out before plunging back in and I could feel her own pussy juices supplying the necessary lubricant to make its passage so moist and exquisite. As her tight vagina adjusted to the size of the intruder, I pushed my hand between her body and mine, searching for her pussy. My hand felt for the split between her legs and found it quickly. As I pumped my cock into her, I rhythmically began to tease her clitoris. After only a few seconds, I found the little organ and had teased it into stiffness.
The next time Molly groaned, I felt deep inside my being. The darkness inside me seemed to howl either in terror or in victory, I couldn’t tell the difference anymore. She moved her hips slightly then, with a slow undulating movement, her pussy began to push towards my downward thrusts, seeking out the pleasurable contact with her clitoris. As she slowly moved, she found a new confidence, causing a very lewd thrill to course through us. She began to move with me, moving upwards towards invading cock and then forward to meet my finger-fucking.
I felt her long legs begin to move and I raised up on my arms as she wrapped her legs around me. I now felt the pleasure of fucking up against her thighs. My fingers once again encountered the familiar moistness that Molly produced in copious amounts during our illicit fornication. As unbelievable as it seemed to me, something in Molly simply broke. It was as if a hidden passion was suddenly unleashed.
“Ohhhhhh, Jeff,” she moaned.
She thrust her shapely hips forward searching for the pleasure that my fingers gave her and then began to drive her buttocks back in an effort to savour fucking I was giving her. I began to establish a tawdry rhythm to our procreation and the fingering of her clitoris. Despite all of my intentions, I knew that I was losing control of my body and beginning to respond to the onslaught on my senses. Her womanly hips now seemed to have a mind of their own. They pumped forward to meet my probing fingers and back to meet the long cock firmly planted up against her twitching cervix. I leaned into her body and began pumping my cock vigorously into her and I was surprised when her hand reached for my head and held it gently but firmly next to her own. Her lips met mine and she awkwardly pushed her tongue into my mouth.
As my pounding penis reached the depths of her vagina, Molly could feel my hairy loins smacking heavily into the softness of her bare mound. Her hands moved downward and reached for own muscular hips and ass. She held on to my flesh as I pounded away on her own. She seemed to enjoy feeling my thrusts into her acquiescing naked body.
Molly’s body started to tighten, every muscle started to quiver, I anticipated her cumming and my own climax was at the door, I couldn’t hold on much longer, the pressure was enormous. She screamed out in ecstasy, her fingers digging into my ass as she reached climax and suddenly, we could take it no more and our voices rang out over the waterfall. Out of control, my cock finally went into spasms in excruciating ecstasy as the spunk blasted from me in a rapid series of pumps, each shooting a jet of cum deep inside her rippling pussy, my hips jerking as I flooded her with my seed. My cock burst like Mount Vesuvius, spewing its warm load deep into her spasming vagina, again and again I thrust, cum bursting out at each thrust, her body thrashing wildly as the demon of lust was exorcised. The succubus, in the dark depths of my mind, screamed out in anguish.
Our bodies twisted and turned as we orgasmed simultaneously. My unfaithful cock spewed the last of my hot spunk deep into Molly’s womb and I was thankful she had put herself on the pill for me. Her pussy squeezed my cock trying to milk the fresh semen out of my testicles, reveling in the way it felt to have my spurting cum fill her uterus. All too soon it was over and I opened my eyes. Molly was still staring up at me, her mouth open, her eyes wide but not seeing me, her mind was a universe away, lost in the throes of her own orgasm, and I could feel her vaginal walls pulsing on my still sensitive cock as her orgasm continued. The long, deep orgasm that we each experienced gradually subsided and as my energy dissipated and my strength flagged.
The sound of the waterfall returned to my senses first. It seemed to applaud our copulation, accepting the offering of love and sex we had bestowed upon the glade to appease the forest spirits and the mountain god. I collapsed onto Molly’s heaving chest, spent, and I could feel the firm mounds of her breasts and the still stiff nipples pressing into me as she lay there, my cock still buried inside her, and I could feel wetness seeping out of her as my cum and her secretions escaped from her pussy and ran down over us. Eventually I softened, and my cock slipped out of her warm, wet pussy followed by a flood of the contents of her vagina. We lay there on the cool rock with the warm sun beating down on us, exhausted but totally satisfied.
I turned to face Molly with a new understanding of how she wanted to fit into my life. Like she said, she had formulated her seven year plan with Sophie when they jointly worried about the twins fertility and our long term… compatibility. Molly had amended that plan. Now I was on notice and Molly, she seemed happy to play along, playing ‘happy families’ with Rachel while I played ‘happy families’ with Jessica. My flaccid penis flopped over to one side and we rolled into each other’s arms, exhausted, fully satisfied and totally amazed at the perfection of the situation and the incredible location. Her long leg between mine and her head nestled comfortably in my chest. We cuddled warmly.
A pair of mating butterflies flitted by as we gazed sheepishly up into the canopy of the forest, totally and utterly relaxed. Such moments were rare indeed, we savoured the moment, not knowing if and when we would ever experience this again.
“Will you tell Jessica we made love here?” Molly asked quietly.
“I will, Molly,” I replied, “She’s my wife… she would want to know.”
“Will you tell her, that if she fucks up, or if any of her family try to push you way… then I’m coming for them. And I’ll be taking you?”
“No,” I replied simply.
Molly smiled and exhaled, cuddling into my cooling flesh.
“I’m not going to come between you… but if any of those Robinson women hurt you…” she sighed, “Please speak to Sophie. Try to forgive her. For me?”
I brushed a strand of long straight hair from her face and kissed her nose.
“I will, Princess. For you,” and our lips met in another long and passionate kiss.
________
I told Jessica everything as soon as I entered our loft apartment later on that Sunday afternoon. Once again she turned from a sweet innocent, petite twenty year-old redhead and into a honry, sex obsessed slut. The adultery I committed with Molly inspired her into new positions and pleasure enhancing activities. We almost missed our evening meal downstairs with the rest of her family who, when we appeared disheveled and exhausted, looked at us with pride. I guess they knew what we’d been doing and judging from Rachel’s red face, I guess she knew what I’d done with her girlfriend. I surmised that Molly probably already told her, they were on the phone to each other all the time.
Monday came and went with little incident. I trained Ellen in the morning and she remained respectful and showed the capacity to be a fast learner. Then she went to college for the afternoon and I found some respite, throwing myself at my work without any interruptions. Tuesday was much the same, and when Ellen went off her day release to study, Richard made sure Abigail was engaged in something or other. Either way I was thankful and once again concentrated on work. By the time I got home, that Tuesday evening, I discovered that Jess and Rachel were out shopping and Joseph was in an important meeting with my Mom. They had had many business dealings in the past, he assisted her in the clinic’s accounts and my father was always very thankful for his assistance.
I found myself alone in the loft apartment and thinking that I, too, should probably head out and meet my wife before she overspent, although I had no interest in doing so. Being the sort who always had my work in the back of my mind if not in the fore, I headed downstairs to help Sophie babysit Jacob, taking my laptop so I could make amendments to my designs. I was engrossed in some of the fine details when a soft voice by my shoulder said, “Jeff, mind if I join you?”
It was Sophie. So… this was it. The uncomfortable talk we had both been avoiding for weeks. My son, a toddler now, ran up to me and threw his arms around my knees. He didn’t know he had my blood in his veins and fortunately he had enough of his mother’s genetics inside him that no one noticed his hair and eyes were pretty much identical to mine. I couldn’t help but smile. We had been living together, as a family, for over a year now. I had to concede that Sophie was a generous woman with a good heart. I found her to be kind to everyone and just a bit controlling if I were being truthful. But, I guess a part of me liked that. She brought a subtle warmth to every room when she entered, and now she was here… alone with me… looking for forgiveness.
“I should probably leave,” I said, giving Sophie an escape route out of the impending conversation.
“I’d love you to stay. And so would Jacob. Please, I’d love a little company and…”
“…say the things we’ve been avoiding saying to each other for the last few weeks?” I offered.
Sophie nodded her head and I sighed and pointed over to the couch opposite. She didn’t take the chair that was offered, and instead she sat on the sofa next to me. Glancing into my eyes and then leaning over to deliberately close the gap to where she could see my screen, she said, “What are you working on?”
I smiled self-consciously. “I’m just working on a new roof design for a project that’s come in. The clients want impossible solutions.”
Sophie smiled. She knew my talents. “If anyone can do it, you can.”
I chuckled for a moment. I wasn’t accustomed to getting many compliments lately. “Well, I can’t make it look too easy now, can I? Management needs to appreciate that I can do all the hard jobs and the impossible ones just take a little longer. How else would I maintain my reputation as a miracle worker?”
That’s how we spent the next hour. We talked about work and shared a few flattering remarks about the company both me and her daughter now worked for. She had been meeting Richard, my boss, secretly for weeks, if not months. We both liked him, and then with no particular fanfare she turned the discussion to Ellen. She talked about her relationship with Richard, her plans for the future and the career she wanted to have… alongside me. Sophie knew more than she was letting on. It was early evening now as the discussion was winding down and Sophie’s opportunity to explain her reasoning behind keeping Ellen a secret was rapidly departing. I finished the coffee I had fetched us and while not wanting to drink any further, and she knew it was now or never.
“Why don’t I get Jacob something to eat and then I can play with his lego while we… talk?” I gave my mother-in-law an odd look. “I need to explain… everything… and make this right,” and added, “Then maybe you could forgive me?” She was a confident mature woman, and this was the most awkward situation I’d seen her put herself in. At this moment she looked like she was standing on a precipice and her footing wasn’t good.
I stammered. “Ah… ah… I really need to upstairs and get dinner started for Jessica,” It was a lie. Jessica had no interest in eating with me, she and her sister were going to grab some fast food.
Sophie picked up the giggling Jacob and took him through to his playroom where I could safely play. But then rather than heading to the kitchen, she came back and sat beside me. She regarded me pensively. I wasn’t in the mood to concede to her and grant her wish of forgiveness. I was in turmoil, trying to work out a solution to this impossible conundrum.
Sophie reached out her hand and put it in mine, “I know we’ve put you into an uncomfortable position but Richard and Ellen told me you had found a way to make her your intern. You found a way to make it work! You forgave her years ago but that act felt like… you had accepted her olive branch. We felt like you were ready to move on and that she was right, she was ready to rejoin us. If you want to go upstairs you can. I just thought that maybe, after what Molly told me, maybe you’d like to spend some time talking with me?”
That one statement hit me like a punch from a heavyweight prize fighter. “What do you mean after what Molly told you?”
Sophie looked up with sadness and embarrassment in her eyes. “It’s just that I spoke with her last night. She said that you had a long talk… and that you discussed me… Ellen… and your future. She explained your arrangement to me.”
“Our arrangement? What arrangement?”
Now Sophie was as confused as she was embarrassed. “That Molly was going to be your therapist from now on. She said you had agreed to give Ellen a chance. That you were going to make an effort for your Mom, for Jessica, Rachel and for your unborn children. She said you wanted to talk to me, that you were ready to discuss sensibly how we are going to find a way to compromise. She said you wanted the opportunity to apologise and for us to forgive each other… for our family.”
Compromise? I was stunned. “She said I wanted an opportunity to apologise?”
I was feeling increasingly angry and uncomfortable. What did I need to apologise for? For having to concede and let Ellen back into my life? For taking out my frustrations on her youngest daughter? For seeking Molly’s help? For fucks sake! Sophie and the rest of her family had deliberately left her here on Friday to talk some sense into me! Sophie needed to apologise to me! She hid Ellen from me for weeks and she failed to talk her down from her ill fated dream of us working together, with Richard, in perfect harmony.
“It’s not Molly’s fault, don’t blame her… I made her tell me everything. I’ve been going out of my mind with worry. I just–just don’t want this to mean the end… of us? Jeff, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.” Sophie rose to leave, but I reached out for her arm and stopped her.
Sophie wasn’t accustomed to having to admit to her mistakes. She wasn’t used to compromising. Just like Ellen, and her own mother before her, she was used to simply getting her own way. Molly said Sophie loved her wild daughter, more than me, and that was how it should be. She was right. So no, she would never apologise to me. But she did need me to find a solution to the problem she had put me into. I had to forgive Sophie and work with Ellen, teaching her and finding a way to reintroduce her to her family… or die trying. I knew Sophie loved me but… she would do anything for family. And Ellen was more important to her than me. They were directly related, Ellen was literally a younger version of her, and I supposed that as far as she was concerned, I had served my purpose; I had put babies inside Sophie and her twins. I was now surplus to requirements… my survival or demise was quite inconsequential. Somewhere inside my mind the succubus laughed and I felt a cold chill descend upon me. So I would need to compromise. Molly told me I would survive. She would be waiting if I didn’t. I wasn’t so sure, on both counts.
I struggled to gather my thoughts and finally said, “Sophie, you’re right. Molly is going to be offering me counsel from now on. I’ve come to an agreement with Ellen; she’s going to behave herself and I’m going to try and teach her. Jessica and Rachel hate her. I can’t change that. When they find out I’ve conspired with you to let her back into our lives… I don’t think I’ll survive. I know my marriage won’t!” I paused, letting my words sink in. Sophie looked pained. I sighed, “However, if I’m honest, that’s only one possible future. My life hasn’t been great these past few months or so. I’ve been trying to put it all together and understand what’s gone wrong, and I think you may have provided me with the missing pieces of the puzzle. I just need to accept it. I’ve not been in a forgiving mood. My nightmares have returned. I lost control! I ended up almost raping Jessica, and I brutalised Rachel shortly after. Sophie, I feel like I’m losing my mind!” I lamented, instantly, Sophie looked like my words had finally hit home.
“I know you blame me, Jeff, and you’re right… Joseph and I could have said something. She kept her plan from us until it was too late to talk her out of it. We didn’t think she would seek you out directly. I let you down. But that’s not why you’re avoiding me. Three years ago I seduced you… deliberately using my similarities to Eleanor to ween you off her, and… find yourself… with me. We fell in love. And now… you work with Ellen every day and she… reminds you of me… and what we’ve lost. You’re worried you’re going to need to find what’s now missing inside of you… with her. That’s why the nightmares have returned. That’s why you can’t stand to look at me.”
She had done it again. Swept away all the garbage that had clouded my thinking and presented me with precisely what the problem was. And the problem was Ellen… and what I knew she could do… and what I could do. Sophie knew I’d be powerless. She knew my marriage and my life would be over. Sophie was nodding her head now, her tears falling across her cheeks as she mourned for what was left of my sanity.
I took Sophie’s hands in mine. “I’m sorry Sophie. I know you think I can fix her… but it’s me who’s broken.”
Sophie leaned over to embrace me and wiping the tears from her face, she asked me, “What are you going to do now?”
I had spent too long trying to come up with an alternative but, the reality was that I had only one option, “I don’t know the answer… so I guess I just carry on and see how long I can hold on before Ellen makes her play and I succumb… or until Jessica finds out and tears out her heart before ripping out her own… or wait for Rachel to find out we’ve all been conspiring behind her back and beats Ellen into a pulp before turning on me… then everyone else.”
Sophie was slowly shaking her head. “Or maybe you will find a way to prevent all of that from happening. You’ll show Ellen the path to redemption and show the twins how your power to forgive can change the world.”
I couldn’t tell if I was thinking rationally or letting my imagination run away with me but Sophie was gently rocking me in her arms. I struggled to get my breathing under control, and all the while I wondered if there could be something I’d missed? Maybe… Ellen had changed. Maybe ‘Helen’ was her new persona? Perhaps I could show Jessica and Rachel how to forgive her?
We sat together for a time, talking and wondering, and reaching no real conclusions. Eventually it was time to put Jacob to bed and walked to the playroom together.
“Jeff, I’m ashamed of what I said earlier.”
I was confused. “Why?” I honestly could not remember anything that Sophie had said that offended me.
With immense embarrassment in her voice, “You have nothing to apologise for and I made you believe you did. That was manipulative of me. It’s just…” She couldn’t finish it.
I embraced her and whispered in her ear, “You love Ellen. But you’ve helped me realise that… I still love her too. If she is half the woman Richard says she is, she will be your greatest success and my biggest temptation.” I stepped back just enough to look at her. “I am going to need to be strong. Molly will help but I know I’ll need you too,” I smiled a sad smile. “If I’m ever going to survive to see my babies born, I am going to need to find a way to cope with the darkness that still lurks inside me.” It was a powerful confession, but in my heart, I knew that Sophie’s words were true. Still feeling every bit the married man, I kissed her on the forehead, took one last sad look at this woman who worried over me more than any other, and walked over to carry my son to his bed.
“If you read to him, I’ll make you something to eat. I also know Jessica and Rachel aren’t coming home any time soon. There’s no need to avoid me any more. Stay with me… until they return?”
“Won’t Joseph be home soon?”
“He’s working after hours with your Mom. He makes sure that… the business he conducts with friends… doesn’t conflict with his work hours. You know how he is. They will get their own food while he sees to your Mom’s accounts. They will get home late.”
I nodded my head and picked up Jacob’s book as Sophie got him ready for bed and as I began to read, Sophie smiled, and headed downstairs to the kitchen. Jacob drifted off after I’d read an entire chapter and I took the opportunity to watch him sleep. I wondered what I thought of me? I would never know Joseph wasn’t his father, but who did I think I was? I created him, with Sophie, two years ago. Since then… I was just a loving uncle. Just the man who lived upstairs. Surplus.
Jessica and then Rachel had embraced my darkness. But Molly had shown me the light and now Sophie… she was once my saviour. I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“I love watching you with him,” Sophie whispered, “You have such a beautiful way with children. Come on, food’s ready…”
Sophie was the angel who believed in me. She believed I could achieve the impossible. And through her I was the chrysalis being unwillingly pried from the safety and darkness of the cocoon I constructed to hide from the world. My transformation into the carefree butterfly healed from the tragedy of our mutual loss was nowhere near complete. But her fingers peeled away my reservations. The cold of this space didn’t touch me. I was trying to retreat back into the numbness that had recently served me so well, but she pulled me out as I always did and hand in hand, we headed to the kitchen.
She sat me at her dining table and whatever she had prepared smelled amazing. She poured us a glass of wine each and brought out the food; it looked fabulous in the candlelight and with soft music playing in the background. Salmon fettuccine for me and a mushroom risotto for her. I don’t know how she had the time to do it but she looked even more beautiful than she did, in that tight-fitting dress that showed off her hips and waist. The low cut front her push up bra added even more cleavage to her already ample breasts. I could tell she knew I enjoyed the view as she spent much of the evening leaning over the table to talk to me, watching my eyes stare down her dress, trying to steal a glimpse of one of those obviously alert and excited nipples.
After the meal we washed up together, eventually ending up hand-in-hand with her head leaning up against the side of my arm. I could feel her slight shiver against the cool kitchen counter and she leaned in closer. I let go of Sophie’s hand so I could put my arm around her waist.
“Maybe we need to revisit how it was back in the old days?” She pondered as her blue eyes sparkled in the twinkling candle light.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re going to be working in close proximity to my eldest daughter. You don’t want to fall into temptation at work… So… what if you had a version of her waiting for you here, at home, every day? I once was enough to keep you from ending up between Eleanor’s legs. Maybe I need to open mine more often?”
“That’s… not necessary. I have Jessica… Rachel…”
“And neither are anything like Ellen. But I can be?” Sophie whispered, “Let me be what you need? I know I’ve made mistakes. I see that now. My latest one; putting you in Molly’s bed this weekend.”
“We didn’t sleep together,” I defensively replied and began to put the dried dishes away.
“I’ve known you so long now Jeff it’s like we are married. I could tell you had sex with her as soon as you walked through the door Sunday night. Your eyes have this calmness about them, your body language changes subtly. Maybe I could smell her on you… or sense your own testosterone levels… I don’t know how it works but knowing you had sex with her affected me more than it should. It should have been me offering you that kind of relief. And… seeing you with Jacob this evening… and knowing my little girls are carrying your babies… it makes me so broody, Jeff.”
She turned me to face her. I could see the romance in her eyes as she rose up on your toes to kiss me. It was a gentle brushing of our lips that sent a shudder through us both. I knew where this would lead but for now I just enjoyed the passion of the moment. One light flick of Sophie’s tongue to mine signaled it was time to move on.
“I had better go,” I mumbled unconvincingly.
“Don’t you want me?” I saw her eyes immediately fill with tears and I felt my heartstrings being tugged.
I stood up and turned with her in my arms as my eyes became glassy. Her peachy bottom bumped against the countertop, the cool surface pressing against her thighs for an instant before I hugged her to me, her shirt rubbing against my skin as the tears began to roll down our cheeks. She looked up and tumbled into my eyes an instant before I fell to kissing her. Love was such a dual instrument of ecstasy and agony. Kisses scalded my heart and cradled my soul, but we couldn’t push each other away though we knew we should. She was all soft, sweet and supple under my fingertips, and though I knew how our story needed to end, I needed to reaffirm it by touch, sight, taste, and smell. I didn’t want to hear anything. No confessions of regret. No declarations of undying love. Not even the guttural groan that foretold the coming of my own thunderous crescendo.
“I can’t juggle everything… everyone…” I breathed.
“Jessica and Rachel won’t be able to satisfy you soon and I know Molly will take the opportunity we gave her to give you another option. That worries me. I don’t want you to think we’ve used you and you feel you need to leave your wife again… leave this family,” she said, her voice loaded with emotion as pushed me back onto a kitchen chair, “I know how it all must look to you. Jeff; you are this family. Without you we are nothing! Without you… I would be lost.”
Sophie stood before me and then holding my shoulders, she gently lowered herself onto my lap.
“I can’t be what you need to be. I can’t be everything to everyone–”
Sophie silenced me with a kiss of her own. Her lips felt perfect. Resting her head against my chest was instantly soothing, and I recalled long ago winter afternoons identical to this one where I’d done nothing else but cuddle with her and sip coffee as we snuggled, serenaded by the wind in the trees. Sophie was wrong. She was the matriarch, the glue that held her family together. Without her they would be scattered to the four winds. And she would be the tear that welled inside my soul forever. Her arms were sure and tight around my shoulders, as we’re mine around hers, my fingertips tracing the definition of her shoulder blades through her top. I let my fingers trace up her slender neck. Her bare skin was warm and smooth and I let my finger-tips make small patterns there before sending them up and down over her sides, rejoicing in the femininity of her figure, and in and out following the curve of her waist. Keeping my fingers to slow, feather-light movements I let them move more confidently higher, down to her skirt, thrilling as I felt the even warmer, and very much softer skin on her thighs.
“I missed your touch,” she said softly, barely breaking the tension-packed silence around us. Then she lifted one leg, and swinging it up over mine, re-balanced herself astride them. “Do you forgive me?” she asked in the same low voice.
“I forgive everyone,” I somehow managed to croakily answer. “Apparently, that’s what I do.”
“You do it better than anyone I know,” she added as my hands began to roam more freely.
Sophie had a truly stunning pair of legs, beneath what was for me the absolutely perfect skirt, and I was apparently being allowed to stroke and caress them to my heart’s content. Whether Sophie planned it, or it was just that what I was doing was getting to her too, I didn’t know, but after no more than a minute or so she began to slowly and gently sway her hips. Her movements added yet another layer of unreality to the dream-like scene I was experiencing. I’m not sure how long we stayed like that, my hands drifting up and down beneath her swaying skirt, slipping over and around her thighs, and all the time gradually, almost imperceptibly inching just a little higher.
Then, just as she had before it was Sophie who actually took things up to the next, perhaps by then inevitable level. At first, when she shifted her leg back to stand beside me again I thought she’d grown tired, but then she reached up beneath her skirt and in what seemed like one swift movement, swiftly tugged down her panties. I had a brief glimpse of a small, yellow thong as she tossed it aside then she swung her leg back over me.
“I don’t ever want to put barriers between us,” she said in a low, breathy whisper as my hands followed the curve of her ass, back up her curvaceous waistline.
My hot length pushed against her thigh, as she pressed closer, cupping my ass to force my body closer to hers, the heat of her skin washing over me like an aura as my stiff shaft reiterated my need against her inner thigh. Oh God, I was going to drown in tears and tension. She smelled so good. Clean and sensual, like babies and soap. My whimper refused to be swallowed back and with its escape went any last bit of resolve. Sophie held my gaze. For never looking at my belt, button and zipper, it sure didn’t take her long to undo them and drop them down around my knees. Exposed, with nothing but my cotton boxers between us, the cool night air mixed with the heat of our bodies in a crazily invigorating and stimulating way, making me even harder.
Goosebumps rose on my flesh as her fingers floated up my upper inner thigh and then disappeared behind the boxers and brushed against my balls. Already in a heightened state of awareness, they jumped and twitched at the feel of her. My mother-in-law reached further up inside my boxers, from the legs, and let her long fingers peek up through the waistband and travel every so lightly, sexily, around the sensitive part of my stomach to my hips, where the fingers turned, curled, grabbed the waistband, and pulled down slowly, fully exposing me.
Sophie’s eyes left mine now, for the first time, as I sat back slightly on her legs and admired what I had revealed. In the shadows cast by the array of LED lights peppering the ceiling in the kitchen stood this statue; this rigid shaft she had created, this pulsing and hot masterpiece that waited hungrily for satisfaction. I shivered, partly in response to the cold air, but mostly in response to her as she began to kneel.
She saw me shaking, and brought her hands and eyes back to me. “Don’t be scared. Not of me. Let me remind you of what a real woman can do…”
As she smiled again, her lips pursed into a soft ‘O’ of wet flesh, and her tongue drew a circle of moisture on her bee stung lips. The mature blonde approached the tip of my erection slowly and kissed it. I gasped and relaxed against the chair, my legs threatening to let loose and deposit me on the floor, but Sophie’s firm palm on my abdomen kept me there.
My wife’s mother licked the length of me, the hard tip of her tongue starting at my sac and traversing the length of my cock, and avoiding the tip in a maddening way, she followed instead the gap below the tip, all the way around, back to where she started. Sophie then exhaled a breath of warm air against the head of my throbbing shaft, quickly followed by a pursed lip blast of cold air. The contrast was delectable. Her sapphire blue eyes never left mine, she tilted her head sideways, wrapped her wonderfully soft and wet lips around the side of my cock and wet me up and down. The mother of four started with short slow motions, just an inch or so of movement down by my balls, her tongue popping out to touch the sac, her other hand was supporting. Slowly, she increased the distance she was covering with those luscious lips, an inch, then an inch and a half, then two… I felt myself growing even larger.
Time stood still and I forgot where I was. I heard nothing but our breathing, my heart, the wet sound of your lips on me, and your moans. She worked me using all her years of experience, never stopping, keeping focus, never diverting her eyes from me. Sliding past six inches, then seven and eight, she finally reached the tip of me and with one more motion, she tilted her head ninety degrees, vertically, and slid over the top of me, her lips tight, her way of reminding me of how her pussy would feel to me, if I were so lucky to be plunging my hard hot shaft into that part of her right now. That would surely happen, later, but right now, Sophie was fully delighting me. Still pinned to the chair by the flat of her left hand on my abdomen, her right hand left my balls and grabbed the bottom half of my cock in a wonderfully tight grip as she vigorously worked me with her noose like mouth. Faster, harder, wetter and more intensely, she sucked and licked and took me. Her right hand loosened its grip and fell away, so she could take me even deeper, feel more of me and my heat into her throat. I could sense she was wanting me now, too, somewhere else, and her desires showed. I heard the noises she was making, and finally my control waned.
Sophie released my cock with an audible ‘pop’ and sat back breathlessly. Turning towards me again, she began unbuttoning her blouse, undoing them one by one. Her blouse fell open as she worked her way down, gaping and exposing most of her huge cleavage and the tops of her pink areola, under her lacy, white push-up bra. She licked her lips, waiting for my response.
My cock ached.
“Uhm..” I stuttered, trying to concentrate on finding something clever to say. Sophie giggled.
Leaning forward, she unbuttoned the last button at the bottom of her blouse, and pushed it slowly off her shoulders so it hung from her arms, ready to be put back on should any of our family return unexpectedly. Smiling, I exposed her bra covered breasts and bare midsection.
I swallowed. My gorgeous mother-in-law now sat in her bra, barely wearing her blouse, her skirt was hiked up, her panties on the floor beneath us. I had my pants open, with my cock and balls exposed, glistening with precum and her saliva. She shook her head girlishly and reached up to tussle her hair, making some fall sexily over one side of her face while she reached behind her to unclasp her straining bra. I groaned, hips pushing upwards automatically as I saw her weighty tits fall forwards, swinging free.
They were full and round, still as firm as they had always been. They wobbled alluringly above me as she leant forwards slightly, parting her thighs a little further and lowering her pussy until I could feel the heat of her slit just above the tip of my cock. The moment we were sharing pushed everything else away. Her nipples were swollen with need as her breasts pushed against my chest. Our cheeks came together, my stubble buffering her cheek while she pressed her vulva against the silken flesh of my penis. She knew the trace of every vein just beneath the skin, the way I’d shudder when her index finger gently circled the velvety tip, and predicted the first drops of precum that would coalesce from the tiny opening there. She knew me so well… but for now we just held each other, far too closely. Petrified of letting go.
Her nipples were large, deep pink against the pale skin of her breasts, with long thick teats that were stiff with her excitement. She gasped and moaned as I reached up to grasp the round orbs of her tits, feeling her nipples press into my palms as I massaged and squeezed. Sophie twitched in my embrace, hands rising to my shoulders to pull me from me so my fingers could ravenously seek the stiff peaks of her nipples. I gasped, nails of her free hand digging into my shoulders. With that I urged the little redhead all the way back against the countertop, capturing her hips in my hands and drawing her close once more. With both of us still standing I leaned forward, my bulge pushing slowly but relentlessly against the heat of her, churning sex.
Without warning, her face moved closer to mine, blotting out the faint candlelight from the kitchen an instant before her mouth pressed back against mine. A soft moan caught in her throat as she trailed kisses over my jaw, down my throat, and just above my collarbone. That wasn’t fair. She knew how much kisses on my neck weakened me. And now, she was using that knowledge to her advantage, softly nipping the flesh below my left ear as my knees went weak, my heart pounding in my ears. Nuzzling, nibbling, and stroking my neck with her lips, her fingertips slid down to the hem of her shirt. With the slowness of a snail, they eased up the cotton fabric, then rested hot and hard against the small of my back. The ticking of the wall clock and the soft murmur of something in the kitchen sounded particularly loud. My throat sang with tension and pleasure, her lips playing me like a prodigy manipulating their preferred instrument. It wasn’t easy to suppress my urge to moan with building waves of bliss, but somehow, I managed.
Without warning, past memories of us in this very position intermingled with what I was presently experiencing; Sophie and I kissing, wanting to continue the explorations of each other’s bodies with our lips and tongues. How sweet it had been to share stolen kisses like this, the trees cocooning canopy in Rachel’s glade, moonlight frosting the ivory petals and dancing in my eyes. We’d kissed under that star-strewn sky as if we were the only ones left in the world. At that moment, it felt as if that could very well be true, but we didn’t care and now, once again teetering on the precipice of solitude and our separate lives.
Sophie then gave me the warmest smile I had ever seen. She melted my heart at that very moment, and I pulled her face to mine. My mother-in-law’s hand descended between us, locating my cock as I applied pressure to her nipple. She continued to rub, squeeze and stroke my penis. The more she rubbed me, the harder I got. The harder I got the bigger her smile became… I was in trouble, Sophie’s sweet and innocent smile turned a little evil and her hands started squeezing my penis a little harder. Like her eldest daughter, she loved having that power over me and knew there was nothing I could do but endure the waves of pleasure she was generating inside me.
I could feel the head of my cock press to her opening, the pressure of her vagina opening around the head, peeling back my foreskin. But each time I pushed she would slide her body back away as I strained to be inside, to feel her close around me. I so wanted to feel her, to be inside.
My hard cock was sticking straight out from my open pants, my testicles now fully exposed. Lifting her skirt so I could see, Sophie took it in her hand and pointed it towards her waiting pussy. She touched just the tip to her wet cleft, and using her hand, started moving it up and down along her slit, all the way up until the tip of my penis was massaging her exposed clit. Then down along the wet slit, rubbing her lips with my mushroom head, feeling both of her outer lips rubbing the sides of my cockhead. She paused for a moment right at her opening, wanting to push it in. I could almost feel it sliding smoothly up her pussy.
“No,” I said when she moved my oozing slit to her pouting vagina. “Don’t put it in. You’e not on the pill… and I’m not wearing a condom.”
She responded by lifting herself up on my lap, placing her pussy at a forty-five degree angle going upwards. In that position, she could lay my penis right along the length of her wet slit with the bulbous head against her clit. She started moving up and down, rubbing the bottom side of my penis against her wet opening. With each thrust up, she rubbed the most sensitive part of my penis, the frenulum, directly against her most sensitive part, her clit.
My cock was enveloped by her outer lips as I moved up and down the entire length of her pussy, my erection buried in the swollen meaty folds. I wasn’t inside her, but I was completely cradled in her vulva. I knew I was hitting all the right places by Sophie’s frantic moaning. I sensed that she was getting close to cumming as she slowed her movements. She wanted to remain at a peak for a bit longer so I could keep enjoying the feeling of my hardness against her wetness. She pulled away a little, and my cock fell so the tip was again right at her opening. I wanted to put it in so badly.
Sophie was hardly breathing. She was mad with desire in a way she never knew existed. Without thinking she said, “If you put just the tip in, that’s not really having sex is it?”
“No,” I groaned. “Not if you don’t put it all the way in and I don’t cum in you.”
“Just put the tip in, then,” said Sophie. She was on fire.
She pushed down and felt myself slide in just a little bit; about halfway up the head of my throbbing cock.
“Oh, Jeff!” Sophie cried out. She worked my cock in that position, just making tiny movements in and out, not more than an inch, moaning with her eyes closed, her face scrunched up in ecstasy.
“That’s it, no further,” I moaned as she kept up the micro-movements that were making her shudder with pleasure.
My mother-in-law worked my cock in and out like that for about three minutes, then gave another little push and felt a little pop as my cockhead finally went all the way in and Sophie’s labia closed around behind it.
“Oh!” Sophie cried out again.
“That’s far enough! No further!” But I didn’t resist when she began screwing me in that position; pulling my cock out just a little, then pushing it back in until they both felt that pop. The entire shaft of my penis was still outside, just the mushroom-shaped head buried in Sophie’s opening. She was reaching a feverish pitch as the head of my cock pushed against her G-spot.
“Oh, God!” she screamed. “I’m going to cum already!”
She continued her tiny movements as Sophie spasmed with a huge orgasm that shook her entire body. I again felt such a strong urge to just push it all the way in, but just kept to my tiny movements as Sophie enjoyed a long series of smaller climaxes after the big one. She was panting, mewing between breaths, holding her mouth open. I could feel the pressure of her vagina squeezing around my cockhead. This unbelievable feeling of her opening around me, it’s pressure. Exquisite. I wanted to thrust inside, press her down hard, I could feel myself sliding inside. Deeper. I wanted to feel her, all the way in, pump into her. I wanted to fill her with my cum, feel my cock in her belly. Feel her juices on me.
Then I was inside. We were fucking again. She was lifting herself up, and sliding back down on me, and then rising up so that I’d slip outside of her again.
“I need this, Jeff, I’m sorry,” she gasped, lowering herself down, but letting my cock slide along her slit again. Her words were ragged gasps.
In frustration, I was begging, “Please don’t. We can’t!” I continued pleading, but Sophie kept on plunging up and down, and I felt my cock slip inside again, deeper, the rise and fall of her body as she began to ride my cock, deeper.
“Maybe if I let me inside you it would, you know, calm us down a little. The craziness would let go of us a little?”
I stiffened, looked at her wide eyed and slid back away from her, pushing against her exposed breasts. I slipped out of her again.
“So you would fuck me to get us over this?”
“I didn’t mean that.” Her hands were still between her legs, she was rubbing on her clit, my cock sticking straight up between us. I could see her cunt gaping open. She breathed, “Just fuck me. We could go to your room right now, I’d lay you on your bed, turn out the lights and open my legs for you… every time you needed it. Just say the word, everyone would understand, I’d drop everything and make sure that darkness of yours was satisfied.”
She was riding me again and I was moving her back over my cock, letting it slip along her slit again, and mashing her clit with her fingertip. She wanted to make me crazy, she wanted to make me want it… want her. She was trembling above me, her stomach contracting, she was starting to cum again, her body was jerking forward against me, her mouth open, panting, breathing so hard letting her hips slide back and forth along my cock so I used all my strength to lift and push her away. My angry looking penis slipped free from her swollen vagina.
“No! Don’t deny me this! We both know this is what we both need. It brings us closer… makes us one…” she breathed, “Jeff, I want you inside me and I am not going to stop until I know… we are family again,” and then she lowered herself down and my cock squeezed up inside her, all the way up inside. She sat down on me, letting me pull her down hard, grinding her clit right at the base of my cock. Back and forth we ground our sexes together.
“No. We can’t Sophie. Not without birth control!”
Her whole body was trembling and she began spasming against me. “You’re making me cum. Oh, Jeff. But I want you to cum in me. You don’t understand! This could be my last chance… My babies are all having babies… and I’m so broody…”
When Sophie began pushing her hands against my chest, sliding back away from me, she was so close, but luckily I slipped out again. She was holding her hand across her stomach, kneeling up on unsteady legs, her pussy swollen, red, her cheeks mottled. Eyes unfocused. My cock shiny with her cum, I did want to fill her, take her to bed. Mount her and fuck her until I came in her.
“Let’s go upstairs,” Sophie whispered as if she had just read my thoughts. I was almost unable to recognise her voice now, she sounded just like Ellen, “You need to be comfortable and we’ll have more room to fool around.”
I was stunned. She dropped her leg to the floor and lifted herself from me. My cock sprang free. It looked ripe; my foreskin fully retracted, my cock head purple with rage. We stood up together and she quickly pulled my pants and boxers down and I stepped out of them as they pooled on the floor with her panties. As if to seal the deal she unzipped her skirt and it too fell, unceremoniously onto our crumpled clothes pile.
She pulled me away from her clit and after a brief pause she smiled down at me and said, “I think it is time to take this to the bedroom.”
I’m sure I looked like a rabbit caught in headlights. I was completely naked, she was in just an open blouse. She smiled and she led me upstairs, into the loft apartment and to my own bedroom. When we arrived at our destination, I stood there and surveyed the room. In the center of the room was my beautiful king size bed with all Jessica’s personal trimmings. As I looked around the room I realized that my marital bed was now soon to be the sacrificial altar of my infidelity, where my extra marital cherry was about to be enthusiastically surrendered to her. My darkness surrounded me. Within moments I was going to make this devoted and faithful wife into a cheating and adulterous slut, and the prospect both scared me and made by cock ache with anticipation.
We didn’t turn on the lights, but the room was illuminated by the glow of the moon shining in through the window and I drank in the sight of her perfect breasts glowing softly in the silvery light. My hands cupped each breast, not quite able to cover each of them with my hand. I was still amazed at their size, and how firm they were after having our baby. She giggled and pulled me into a hug. I hugged her back. For a moment, our lips were really close together. She took my face in her hands and kissed me. I kissed her back. Then we stopped, panting. I looked at her. Sophie smiled as she read the same intense need and desire in my eyes; I now wanted her as badly as she wanted me. She had won. I was going to bed with her. She had beaten me. We were going to be lovers again. Smiling, she took my hand and led me to my bed. I gently squeezed her hand, and felt the diamond of her wedding ring press against my palm.
“I love you, Sophie… but every time we do this… you steal a piece of me… I feel like… there’s nothing left of me. Are you sure that this is something you want before we go any further with this?”
The expression on her face transmitted an instant and unmistakable yes. She was wetting her lips for the on-coming treat. I could see in Sophie’s eyes her uncontrolled lust and need to transcend into the forbidden world of adultery which was contagious and now driving me to want to give her everything she desired. We locked eyes. It felt like we were searching each other’s face to find inner truths. Our statue-selves became fluid. We tore into each other; caressing, kissing and rebuilding the fire between us. My hands found her breasts and her fingers gripped my shoulders and our hips ground together as we stood at the foot of the bed.
“Mmm, fuck Jeff. I want you,” she gasped with my mouth on her neck and my hands exploring my torso. “Can we do this on your bed?”
I paused mid-kiss, my lips hovering over my collarbone. “Yes. Sorry, of course.”
We tumbled naked onto my bed. My bedroom was slightly chill now that winter was almost upon us, but I hardly noticed with the searing heat of her skin on mine.
“Here,” she said. She lay on my left side and tugged my hands onto her body. She guided my left hand to a nipple and my right to her dripping slit. The rest of me followed. I was tall enough to fully curl around her and comfortably kiss at her neck while my fingers worked her flesh.
Sophie only needed to guide my hand. It took that single direction for the message to sink in. And sink in was exactly what he did. My long, deft fingers slid into her fiery vagina curled up to her g-spot. I stroked her, slow at first but faster and more assertive as the blonde woman’s moans intensified. It helped me silence the constant laughter I could hear, Ellen’s laughter, echoing in my mind as my cock stiffened against her mother’s ass. Emboldened, my other hand gently pinched Sophie’s long nipple and gave it a tug.
As I sent soft, circling motions along her pussy lips Sophie became wild with bliss. She grabbed whatever she could reach. The quilt beneath us, my legs behind her, or into my hair behind her own. She was totally lost to the sensations. “That’s… yes right there… oh yes… mmm, fuuuuck…” then she came, shaking and screaming, onto my fingers.
My movements slowed. Her hands instantly returned to mine, pressing me back into position. “More,” she gasped. Maybe she pleaded. I couldn’t tell. “More.” So I gave her more. My cock pressed into her peachy flesh while I worked her needy pussy. My fingers slickened from her cum but I didn’t stop until after she had made her shake and quiver a second time.
She turned towards me and pulled me in and we kissed again. Somehow it was hotter and hungrier than any kiss before it. Her leg slipped over mine, opening herself to let my cock grind across her pussy lips again. She was absolutely soaking wet and I felt achingly hard against her. Sophie felt like she could melt around me.
“We are not having sex together, Sophie,” I insisted, and the ghostly laughter in my head abruptly stopped.
“We both know you need to fuck me,” she replied, forthrightly. No, she was wrong, I needed to fuck Ellen. I could see Ellen’s eyes staring back at me… pleading with me. I wasn’t stupid. Screwing her mother was only going to reinforce my forbidden and unlawful desires for the woman who had invaded my life once more.
She put her hand onto my shoulder as if comforting me. It wasn’t enough force to move me on my own power but I followed the movement and lay on my back. Yet Sophie’s eyes looked concerned as she began to study my naked body. I didn’t think I was fit or handsome but all the Robinson women thought I was gorgeous in some unconventional way. Long, strong legs and lean arms relaxed against the quilt. My short unkempt hair, my kind light blue eyes. My cock, perfectly average and breathtakingly hard. My heart started to race as her eyes scanned me and made me feel… wanted… appreciated… lusted after… loved? She was shivering with need, lying to the side of me and I felt my hands reaching out to run them over her body the way I always used to do. Soft long strokes over her skin, letting my hands slide through her pussy, down her thighs, up between her legs, squeezing her breasts, stroking up her bare back, around the front up her abdomen, holding her throat in my hand. Petting her like a cat, feeling her press her whole body to my hand wherever it moved on her.
“We don’t need sex to show our love for each other, Sophie,” I explained and my mother-in-law gasped, or did Ellen hiss? “I love you. You know I love you. I love our son. I love our family. I love… this… just being here, feeling your love… knowing we are together… touching your body. I love your skin, Sophie. Just let me touch you, like this. Hold me. Hug me. Love me? Isn’t this enough?” I continued to stroke her beautiful beautiful body, up her legs, over her ass, sliding my finger through her slit teasing her clit, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples.
“THIS we can do, forever but please, Jeff, if you won’t fuck me… Let me fuck you?” I didn’t reply. I sat there, still, silent as our sexes slid together, my hard cock pressing along her slit, her thighs squeezing tight on my cock. “You promised you would always want me?” My weak flesh answered for me, my biological need, my programming to copulate with this matriarchal woman… instinctively my body gently eased forwards and I felt my cock slide up higher, and positioning itself for sex. It wouldn’t be denied. I felt the tendrils of darkness begin to take hold. “You promised me, Jeff.” She said with Ellen’s voice.
“I did,” I replied. Or was it just a whimper of surrender?
I felt myself begin pressing at the opening of her vagina, sinking the head of my cock just inside and holding myself there a beat before letting it slip out and down along her slit again.
Sophie moaned out in frustration, pressing her body against me. “Oh, Jeff… I’m forty-three now… I’m getting too old to have any more children… but… I do want another baby. I want to give you a daughter,” she moaned, sliding against me. “I don’t mind if you cum inside me. You made one miracle happen. Maybe you can make it happen again?”
She was panting at my touch. The feel of my cock on her, was making her crazy. I knew she wanted this. I kept sliding on her, touching her vagina with the head of my cock, doing that over and over again, wanting to arouse her. To torment her the way she and her eldest daughter had tormented me. I kept letting the tip of my cock slide around, teasing her. She was immobile, waiting for me, waiting for me to give in and to fill her. To fuck her. I could feel myself weakening, her body was ready to yield to me. As I held my cock at her vagina, I let the head of my cock slip inside, feeling her vagina open once more around me.
“I watched you reading to Jacob,” she whispered seductively. “I promise to make sure that one day… he knows you’re his father.”
“That would break Joseph’s heart.”
“But I’ve already broken yours, haven’t I? Jacob is meant to have you as his daddy… I need to put this right,” and with that she sat up and straddled my legs, positioning her pretty pussy over my slick and pointing cock.
“But Joseph–”
“Joseph doesn’t even spend time with me unless you’ve been with me first. He spends more time with your Mom!” Sophie hissed, she was angry… angry with her husband. Ellen was always a daddy’s girl. Maybe her return had also upset the dynamic of their relationship, “Your Mom and Dad are our best friends… I wouldn’t deny him his friendship and his freedom. I learned that from you. But, if we made another baby together… he would understand. He would have to.”
“He wouldn’t have a choice.”
She lowered herself and I watched as my cock head parted her labia out as it nuzzled into its home. She lowered herself down another inch inside and held herself there. I could see her body quivering above me, as she began gently rocking her hips back and forth, squeezing my docked cock. Her soft walls caressing me so gently, opening right up, taking me in, before she raised herself up and slipped me out of her again.
She whispered, “Jeff, do you want me to fuck you?”
“No,” I whimpered as she pressed down onto me.
“I want this… Jessica wants this… even Joseph wants this!” She said, caressing my face as she teased my cockhead with her pussy, “I just need to convince you…”
She put her slim arms around my neck and looked right at me and gave me a motherly smile, tinged with lust. Then, she brought her lips to mine. Our mouths met and our tongues dueled with a slow languid passion. We made out like she was my wife, my lover and my mother-in-law all in one, our mouths sucking at each other as we battled for control using our tongues. She held me as we kissed, her pussy still squeezing my aching prick, coating it with her copious juices. She pulled her lips from mine, spit connecting our mouths, as she pulled herself in close, moving her lips to my ear.
“Jacob needs a sibling…” she whispered hotly. She ground against my post, squeezing my full length with her dripping snatch while she slid her naked breasts against my chest.
I reached down to grope her perfect round butt. As I squeezed the warm, sweaty cheeks of her bare ass.
“I can’t…” I began, but my words were interrupted by my mother-in-law’s big tits smothering into my face with their perfect, squishy softness. Anything else I had to say was muffled by her deep cleavage. I tried to pull back slightly, only to feel Sophie’s arm curl around my neck, holding me in place as I fought to breath in those soft, womanly pillows.
Then I felt her hips rising as she repositioned herself once more, and then lowered herself back onto my manhood, letting the head of my cock pop back in, and out again. Over and over. Her humping was driving us both crazy. I could feel the rhythm of my body matching her, my hips rising and falling to meet hers, taking me in, holding herself open for me, squeezing me, letting go. She kept teasing, taking her time. She wanted me to be so aroused, to want it. Making me hungry. Making me want her, unable to deny her. She was using her sex as a weapon.
“Look at me, Jeff… Look at me!” She commanded as she freed me from her breasts.
Panting I realised, and perhaps for the first time, fully appreciated that she was as identical to Ellen as Jessica and Rachel were to each other.
“Who do you see?”
Ellen was looking back at me, smiling her crooked smile, magnificent in her nakedness. I zeroed in on her breasts. In this position, they rested in pleasant mounds atop her chest. Her nipples were large and succulent, and her areolas glowed a reddish-pink. My eyes slid lovingly down the length of her body. She had a thick, strawberry blonde triangle of silky fur between her navel and the tops of her thighs, much tinned shorter than the fuzz I had in my underwear. With the exception of this vision of Ellen, and the throbbing in my cock, I was oblivious to everything around me.
“Who do you see?” She repeated.
As I watched, the succubus began to pass her hands over her body; starting at her shoulders, passing over her breasts, which had hard tips by now, then down her stomach, past her bush, to her thighs. She repeated this motion several times, in both directions, occasionally stopping to linger on a particular spot on her body. My face glowed hotly as I began pumping my shaft upwards towards her dripping gash, mad with curiosity as to what she would do next. Staring into my eyes, with no emotion on her face, she cupped her breasts and began massaging them with a slow, deliberate motion. The soft, cushiony globes responded to her hands like two mounds of firm dough, shifting heavily with her touch. I noticed her breathing had become deep and steady, watching her chest rise and fall with a wavelike rhythm.
“Who do you see…?”
Slowly, she began to concentrate on her beautiful long nipples, pulling on the hard tips with each stroke of her hand, rolling each nipple in the balls of her fingers, squirming slightly, as if she was becoming uncomfortable. Her face softened, and I could sense her breaths increasing with intensity. Ellen’s face. At first, I thought she had an itch in her pubic hair. Fondling a breast with one hand, she traced her fingertips down to the ginger triangle. Gently, she began to rub her fingers in the soft, springy bush, up and down. As I watched, she kept rubbing and rubbing. One of her fingertips delved deep into her pubes, and I knew she was fingering her pussy. Her hand began to move in small circles, her finger still deeply embedded. The Ellen doppelganger reacted, gasping softly through wet, parted lips, arching her back slightly. Her other hand never stopped teasing her reddened nipples.
As my penis bumped up at her pouting vagina blissfully, my young, ignorant brain suddenly lit up with revelation. Ellen and Sophie… they were versions of the same being! Now, every movement of my mother-in-law’s body, every nuance of her face, became the most important thing in the world. Sophie was Ellen! I studied her face as if my life depended on it. Biting her lip, she masturbated more and more aggressively, grunting and moving her body like an animal. This was Ellen. I saw Ellen. I saw the succubus.
“For fucks sake Jeff, tell me… who do you see?”
Then, it happened. Starting with a cry, the succubus stifled herself by biting her forearm. Her now-wet hand blurred against her pussy as her hips bucked and writhed. She started having convulsions, each wave wracking her body violently, one after the other, until they finally subsided. She dropped down, her hot pussy lips surrounding my cock, lengthways and was breathing heavily into my neck. I had my hand on her thigh and my other around her back. I was stroking her lovingly, like a mate, running my hand up and down, flesh on flesh.
“Please tell me? Who do you see?” She leaned forward and kissed my neck, then kissed it again.
I was as horny as any man would be and replied to her truthfully. “I see you. I see you for who you are… for who you’ve always been. You’re the woman from my dreams.”
But she didn’t understand. Sophie sighed but somewhere I heard Ellen giggle. I looked up into her face and I could see her there… residing in her eyes. Yes. They were one in the same. She looked like she was about to cry tears of joy and delicately wiggled down on my erection, and placed the dripping lips of her pussy against the tip of my cock. Her love juices dribbled down my long thick shaft and onto my exposed balls.
“I’m going to reward you with the ride of your life.”
She adjusted herself over me. Getting herself ready to fuck me. Her hands on my shoulders, knees outside my hips, eyes gazing down into mine. She wanted me to see how good it felt when her pussy swallowed up my length. She opened herself to take me in, starting with that stretch around the head. My eyes unfocused before I even groaned. Slowly she slid her body down, around my huge member.
“You feel so good,” she moaned.
“I said no!” I protested weakly, “Please stop?”
But of course she didn’t. Ellen would never stop when I told her no, so why would she? Sophie locked her eyes on mine and took what she wanted anyway, descending lower, lower, lower , until she paused at the bottom to adapt to my girth. I was lost. She had me. The familiar coldness spread through my veins paralysing me as the succubus grinned above me. She pulled away, only increasing my pleasure before plunging down further. My rejoicing manhood travelled deeper into the folds of her pussy as she let gravity take effect and within minutes I was as deep as I could ever be inside a woman. Keeping her hands on my chest, she slowly built up the rhythm. She may not have had the athleticism of her daughter’s, but her legs and hips were still strong. My hands wrapped around the widest part of my succubus lover’s hips but I played no part in our fornication. Not yet. I just rested them there while she ground herself onto me, finding an angle and pace that built up her own orgasm while increasing the pleasure in my wild, pleading eyes.
Soon she was really fucking herself onto me. Now that she had a good tempo, I couldn’t stop my hips bucking up to meet her. The more she thrust down onto me, the more mindless I became. Her hands slipped off my chest and she arched her back, pushing her incredible bouncing tits forward and tensing. I washed the warm glow spread within her, her cheeks flushed and her breasts reddened as she became a furnace, hotter than the fires of hell. She was preparing to take me there.
“Oh, Jeff, Oh yes, yes yes yesss…” she screamed as she came around me.
Our thighs felt slick as she kept moving up and down, kept grinding on me, kept clamping her walls around the thick head of my cock. Her strength returned in the valley between climaxes. We worked together then, both of us bucking, both of us thrusting, both of us fucking. Sophie’s pussy tightened around me again as she started to ride my swollen cock. Her tits began to bounce in front of my face and I grasped at them pulling them towards my mouth and sucked on the pink protrusions that offered themselves to me.
“Oh Jeff… I remember when you would take the milk I made for your son…” she sighed before flexing a bit, taking more of my shaft inside her tight pussy. “I want to make milk for you again. You once fixed my family… I want you to fix it again…” she moaned out, eyes closed, as she sighed in pleasure. My head fell back and my body tensed as my cock slid deeper and deeper into my mother-in-law’s hungry pussy. My hand slid up to her hips, gripping her soft skin as she rode me, desperate to extract my seed.
“I can’t…” I grunted as she kept going, eager to take more of my length, feeling her tight, smothering mature cunt squeezing the life out of my unfaithful fuck tool.
“You can…” she said with a teasing smile, pausing on her journey to take my full length, swiveling on the top two thirds of my shaft. I looked down and saw her juices dripping down the remainder of my cock, getting it ready for insemination. “…by putting another baby inside me…” she said with a purr, before scrunching her eye shut as she impaled herself on another inch of my weapon.
My sturdy, marital, wood framed bed began bouncing and creaking in protest as the mother of my illegitimate child fucked me like a banshee. She would take my seed, then extract my soul. I was not meant to survive. I was built for her, for her entire family to use. I was nothing more than fuck tool. My feelings meant nothing… to anyone. I was beaten. Sophie squeezed her vagina down around my penis and I felt her juices coating her meat. “…cum inside me… let me give you a daughter…” she whispered and I winced as a ripple of pleasure traveled through me. She paused, wiggling on my lap as she adjusted to my size. I squirmed beneath her as I felt every square inch of my cock being squeezed perfectly. She ground against me, her vaginal walls flexing around my swollen penis. Her tight pussy was driving me crazy, and I clenched my jaw to fight off losing it right here at the start. I fought through the worst of it as her pussy spasmed.
“I can’t fix this… with another baby!” I growled through gritted teeth as she flexed her ass, grinding against me, squeezing her tight cunt around me hard.
“I need you to feel like you are an essential part of this family… a part of me…” she replied as she jutted out her chest, her beautiful face painted with naked lust. “You banished the darkness from my family…” she whispered huskily.
I laughed and somewhere I heard the succubus laugh with me. I hadn’t banished the darkness. I had become the darkness! I was going to infect everyone and put us all on this rollercoaster ride to disaster, together. It was the end but my world hadn’t collapsed all at once. It happened quietly; one disappointment at a time, one goodbye after another, until the life I had built no longer felt like mine. I stood among the ruins of everything I once believed in, staring at a future that seemed empty and cold. And, for the first time, I stopped hoping.
I felt tired beyond words, as though even tomorrow had become something I could no longer face. The dreams I once carried seemed impossibly distant, and I wondered whether my life had already been decided for me. But somewhere beneath all that darkness, a tiny part of me was still breathing. Not hopeful. Not yet. Just refusing to disappear. As I came to my senses Sophie was still on my lap, raising herself from my slick manhood.
“It’s okay, Jeff, I’ve got you. Our life will be perfect. I’ll do it right this time… and we will raise our baby together,” Jessica’s Mom said, sliding her flushed breasts over me as she bounced up and down my penis. “Just take it, my love. You just stay right there and let me take control. I’m going to fuck your fucking brains out and… you’re going to give me your baby girl!” She stated, with a new, firmer tone to her voice.
She began fucking me faster, her butt colliding with my thighs. She kept my face in place against her swinging breasts. As she bounced up and down, she shook her chest back and forth, sliding her fleshy tits over me, the smooth, satiny flesh dragging across my face. I felt weighed down by her mammaries and thought of the sweet milk they would once again produce if she got her wish. Muffled groans of pleasure escaped my mouth, obscured by her big boobs as they jiggled and rested on my face. Drowning in such softness was incredible. The sensation of her warm, fleshy, naked tits pressed firmly against me, scrubbing it with pure, divine softness, was both soothing and insanely hot. I could feel her nipples dig against my cheeks. But, as great as it was, I was in need of precious air. The succubus was going to fuck me to death, of that I was sure. I took small gasps when I could, pulling air through the canyon of cleavage, but it wasn’t enough. This, combined with her clutching vagina driving my cock wild with its supreme tightness, had me squirming beneath her. My entire body clenched as Sophie’s pussy tightened around the full length of my iron bar lodged inside her. She gripped my cock like a vice, flexing around me in waves as she came, her juices splashing against my nuts as she ground against me.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” Jessica’s Mom chanted, her eyes clenched shut as waves of pleasure coursed through her luscious body. Her ass slid against my thighs as she rode out another climax, her body shivering with pleasure. Her nipples were throbbing in my face, my mouth latching onto a swollen nub. Her tight, clutching pussy was driving me crazy, making my balls boil, coaxing me towards the edge, until finally, just as I was about to lose it.
“Ahhhhhhhh…” Sophie sighed, her head falling forward, in a daze, her pussy’s grip on me loosening slightly, letting my balls simmer. As she was about to fall forward, her hands returned to my chest, gripping my pecs, propping herself up, not letting herself collapse onto me. I watched her gasp for breath, her huge boobs rising and falling. Her blonde hair fell forward, obscuring her face as she recovered. Her pussy was still smothering my full length, leaking her copious juices onto my balls.
She sat on top of me for a few minutes as I lay beneath her, my penis still standing proud, buried inside her. I was about to move, to act, to push her off, but she beat me to it. One of her hands rose from my chest, reaching up to pull her hair back so she could look down at me. When I saw her face again, her look was almost unrecognizable. My nice, friendly, loving mother-in-law was giving me the horniest, filthiest look imaginable. Her eyes flashed with mischief as they blazed with heat and lust for me. Her smooth lips were parted as she gasped with lust, and her hair looked wild as she looked at me like her next meal. She was the succubus. She was Ellen.
My cock was almost numb with pleasure, her gift of sex felt so good. And it was truly coated with her slick juices, allowing her to return to bouncing on me at a rapid pace. I looked to the side of the bedroom I shared with her pregnant daughter as she kept riding up and down, her big, naked, sweaty tits bouncing hypnotically. I looked right at the mirror, watching us in action. Ellen and me, coated with sweat as we fucked. Sophie, clutched in close to me, pulling my face into her big tits as she rode my cock. I could see my large weapon, shiny with her juices as it somehow slid in and out of her gaping vagina, giving me indescribable pleasure. I could see the woman who had claimed me, her hair mussed, her beautiful face twisted in lusty glee, looking like a wild and nasty slut as she fucked me harder. And harder. And harder. Our procreation looked incredible. And I could see my own face, gasping and coated with her breast-sweat, but I couldn’t hide the excitement I was feeling; Bliss.
“I can see you want this as much as I do, Jeff,” the blonde woman panted. “Tell me you’d rather be with someone like me, a real fucking woman, not some cheap young facsimilie… or perhaps an exotic brunette… or even a petite redhead…”
“I. Love. Jessica!” I moaned with clenched teeth, trying to stifle the pleasure my cock was feeling. My tough veneer was slipping. My sanity was strained to breaking point. The panic had risen inside me along with the ice water that now ran through my veins. I was gonna cum soon, and her perfect body was doing an incredible job of taking me right to the edge. She then took my full length inside her and stopped, grinding her cunt around my cock, flexing her hot ass against me. “Oh… fuck!” I called out as I instinctively ground up into her pussy.
“Do you like my pussy best, Jeff?” She asked softly, moving her lips close to my ear, her sexy voice and close proximity making me shiver. “Isn’t it so wet? So tight? Doesn’t it make that big cock want to EXPLODE? Mmmmmmm…” She moaned softly in my ear as her words drove me crazy. I was doing my best to hold off losing it, but the task was becoming increasingly difficult. Her pussy felt like a million angels all worshiping my length with their feather-like wings. Taking me to heaven. And that’s when I knew; I would be dead soon. My life had an expiry date and I had been living on borrowed time.
“When Jessica comes home you’re going to tell her you just had the best fuck you ever,” she boasted, still gripping my swollen pick with her grasping snatch. “You’ll hook up with her, then Rachel then Molly, but you’ll remember the night we conceived your daughter.” She squeezed her cunt around me hard for emphasis. “Fucking–” Squeeze. “Amazing–” Squeeze. “Nasty–” Squeeze. “Filthy–” Squeeze. “Forbidden–” Squeeze. “Reproductive SEX!”
“Jessica!” I moaned out, unable to stifle the pleasure I was feeling.
“So why not just finish this?” The succubus asked, her lusty, smooth voice in my ear driving me crazy as she kept squeezing her pussy around my swollen dick. “Just let go… let go and fucking cum. I wanna feel it, Jeff. I want to feel my own son-in-law empty his big fat nuts into me. I want to feel you virile sperm just explode deep inside me. I’ll give you a daughter and she will be a daddies girl… your girl… I promise…” she asked, squeezing my cock hard.
I almost lost it. I was right up to the edge. Her pussy had worn me down, and her filthy words only added to my struggle. Hearing her talking to me like this was insanely hot. Nut-bustingly sexy. And what she was proposing, cumming inside her… it was so wrong, but so hot! My children would be my legacy… I burned brightly in my life… but I wouldn’t burn for much longer.
“No. Please? NOOOO! I can’t… I can’t! I can’t–hold–on!” My wife’s mother kissed me and held me tightly as she felt my body begin to shake. Her fucking of me became fast and frantic.
“We–are–going–to–cum–TOGETHER!” She squeaked.
I felt her tense up and then it happened. Her pussy muscles began to contract and then all the muscles in her body began to tighten. I was moving my hips in unison with the awesome feeling I was experiencing, and my entire body began to shake and quiver in rapture with hers. Her pussy continued to throb uncontrollably as my own body tensed and my nuts spasmed.
I cried out in pleasure as her hot pussy milked me and I released inside her. My cock twitched and quivered as I emptied my testicles into the creature above me… mating with her… for life… or what was left of it. The feeling of ejaculating into the tight confines of her fluttering vagina was just as incredible as she had promised. It was wet, amazing and painful in its intensity all at the same time. I could feel my semen being propelled up the tube and then… bliss. Over and over I experienced this as my sperm were blasted with pinpoint accuracy through her dilated cervix and into her womb. It was incredibly arousing watching her as she lost it on top of me. Her sodden petals coated my cock in rivulets of her cum. I could see the convulsions ripple through her thighs and the tsunami of shakes that followed.
She could obviously feel me bursting deep inside her. Her pussy was so tight that she must have felt each spurt. I felt her body shudder as a huge orgasm took over her body. The feeling of my cum pumping inside her was her greatest prize and her pussy seemed to be squeezing of its own accord; her climax made her vagina tighten around my cock and squeeze every drop of sperm out of it. My mind was in a place of pure pleasure. I could barely comprehend what was happening because, it just shouldn’t have happened. It was like a dream. I had never really cum before. Not like that. Not true orgasm with the throbbing and the shaking and the intensity that made my mind slip to another reality.
Sophie caressed my cheek and squeezed my balls forcing them to continue the intense orgasm. By squeezing my testicles she was forcing my balls to quiver and tremble more and more, thus forcing me to cum whether I wanted to or not. She rhythmically squeezed them and rode me in perfect synchronicity. It was amazing and horrible at the same time. I wanted it to finally stop, but, at the same time I never wanted it to end. I whimpered as my cock continued to squirt cum into my taboo lover even as the pleasurable feeling of orgasm ended. We finally slumped into each other’s arms completely spent. My whole body quivered helplessly as the sensations never seemed to stop. When it was done, she stopped rocking and hidden in her slick vagina, my penis was still dribbling semen. I released Sophie’s perfectly formed breast and heard her gasp.
I basked in the glory of pure pleasure and ecstasy and knew at that point how wonderful sex with her could really be. All along I thought I had understood how good it felt to share intimacy with another, but at that moment I realised how much I had been missing out on. The Robinson women always brought me to the next level. When the aftershocks receded, I continued to lay sprawled out on the bed beneath her, my head back, my mouth hanging open, my legs spread. I felt so good, I think at that very moment I fell in love with the ending that now would surely come. I figured a woman who could bring me such intense pleasure had to be worthy of my seed. It was like opening Pandora’s box. I was set free and wanted to orgasm like that, with her, inside her, all the time. And then, when the world caught up with this illicit act, my life would be snuffed out by the succubus that now resided inside me,
“Oh Jeff. Thank you… I needed you to… I needed to know…” Joseph’s wife said in a soothing voice. She leaned her almost lifeless form forward allowing me to carry her weight against me. I moaned quietly at the sensations it caused and heard her groan. My softening manhood felt tingly, almost like it was numb and as she slowly came to her senses her smile got wider and brighter. “I didn’t think you would ever stop cumming.”
But the cleaving had to come, and was it wrong to think of a tiny ember of hope now glowing between us? Probably. But surely as day follows night, I felt that tiny fire still hitching contraband breaths in my heart. This forbidden woman was about to slide from my body and my life, but she knew where I was if she ever wanted to build our sparks to flames again, and those sparks would not be vanquished. Not in the solitary depths of winter, and never in the memories my mind and body forged and cherished. My penis dribbled the last of my cream into her and Sophie raised her head slightly so she could look at me. “Thank you…” she breathed, “I’ve been so desperate… but didn’t want to presume… I didn’t think you’d be as interested in a fat, stretched, old woman like me anymore?”
“Huh…? What?” I asked as she sat up, still panting. Her sweat dripping on me. My thoughts quickly congealed into action and I knew, if I was going to survive, I’d have to at least play along.
“You have Jess… and Rachel…” she breathed, “You’ve avoided me… and then chose Molly…”
“But… I didn’t choose Molly? You asked her to help…”
“And you gave her what I needed… I felt so alone. Joseph spends more and more time away. You have your marriage… then Ellen, to train… and I was surplus to requirements. I need you Jeff. I need you in this family. Molly is lovely and I know she is desperate for you to choose her… but please… don’t choose her and forsake me? I’m not as young. I’m not as attractive… but I can bare you children? I can still be of some use to you?”
“Sophie, you’re a beautiful woman! I’ve told you about a hundred times that there’s nothing wrong with your figure or your weight. Jessica has told you, Joseph has told you, your friends tell you. I’m still crazy about you. What we just did proves it! You’re intelligent, you’re sexy, you can barely tell you just had a baby! Most Mom’s look at you with jealousy!”
I could see tears welling up in her eyes, and immediately felt bad. I held her to me, my cock still lodged in her quim, wanting to apologise and console her, but pulled away from me and lay back against the booth seat. I leaned forward with her, catching her lips with mine and she sighed into my mouth. I reached up cupping her sore looking breasts and gently pinched her swollen nipples. “No, stop…” Sophie put her hands on mine, holding them on her breasts, stopping my manipulation of her nipples. She then lifted herself up, removing my wet cock from her cum filled pussy and lay down beside me.
“I shouldn’t have made you do that… not any of it. I’m so sorry, Jeff, it’s just that I love you and care about you and I can’t stand to see you upset. I thought I’d lost you. I was jealous and broody… a lethal combination,” she chuckled, trying to put on a brave face. “You said no… but we had sex anyway… all because I felt needy. I’m just as bad as Ellen… just a fat, old and ugly version of her.”
“I just can’t understand how you can be seeing yourself this way when I and everybody else can see that there is nothing wrong with your looks. I think you look hotter now than you ever have–”
“If there’s nothing wrong with my looks, explain why my lover, my baby’s daddy, has taken the best part of this year to notice me sexually?”
“I married your youngest daughter. I’m going to be a father. I have responsibilities now. I’ve been trying to be a better man… but the harder I try the harder I fall. You haven’t changed but I’m corrupt. I’m dangerous. This, everything, is all my fault Sophie. And I’m going to have to pay the price for the things I’ve done. I realise that now. Me not sleeping with you has nothing to do with your looks or any weight gain. I’m just a worthless, weak minded sex fiend trying to start a career and juggle a wife and keep her family happy on the side.”
“Don’t say that, Jeff. I don’t like it when you get this way.”
“As for Jacob, I’ve done the right thing by giving him to you and Joseph. He is his father. The world can never know the part I played in his conception. I’m twenty-one! I’m not ready for the responsibilities and commitments of fatherhood and I have two more babies on the way. I’m losing my shit, Sophie, I just can’t seem to make it work anymore.”
“Joseph loves you like a son. He tells me, when he’s working late with Maria, all they do is talk about you and Jacob. He’s so proud of you, as is your Mom. She will make sure your babies have the best start in life and Joseph and I will help support all of you. It’s our dream come true really; a house full of babies.”
“I wanted to let Joseph… bond with you… and Jacob. Let you be a family whilst trying to be a good family man to my wife. I left her after a month. I put a baby inside her then impregnated her sister for good measure. And now… Ellen is back…”
Her face twisted and her lips trembled and the tears rolled out of her eyes. Her entire body shook as she lay there sobbing and looking helpless. I moved forward and threw my arms around my naked sobbing mother-in-law, pulling her close to me. This time she didn’t back away, but melted into my arms willingly. I let her fuck me. I let the darkness dictate how it was going to be. I let myself believe she was evil… but she was just as fragile and feeling just as lost as I was. She wanted to love me..she wanted me to feel her love for me… and I twisted it to suit my own narrative. I felt sick.
So what if I put a baby inside her? She might have failed Ellen but she had given her twins the best childhood. Jacob wanted for nothing. She was an excellent mother who had learned from her mistakes. I had no doubt I’d have a daughter next. Maybe they would all be daughters! I looked down at the beautiful blonde as I held her closely. I could see my seed spilling from her labia onto my marital bed. I had erupted like a long dormant volcano, with more force than I’d ever felt, firing load after load of thick white cum into my mother-in-law’s pussy. She was overflowing with my pearlescent goo now. There was room for no more until her cervix lapped up and accepted the seed into her womb. I felt it shoot so fast and hard into her, that I swore I could feel a momentary opening of my mother-in-law’s cervix as the thick load forced itself into her ovulating womb. By now, her fallopian tubes were both full to the brim with my sperm.
“You’re a brilliant Mom, Sophie. I don’t tell you that enough. I’m proud of what we did,” I whispered, “Jacob is a handsome boy… and I’m sure we would have a beautiful baby girl… When do you ovulate?”
She looked up to me with hope in her crystal blue eyes, “I’m… I’m not sure… within the next few days… maybe… I’ve not been regular. I’m… getting old.”
“You’re not too old. You’re so pretty. I’d be honoured if you fell pregnant again. I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you.”
Sophie cuddled into me and I drew my fingers through her long blonde hair. Maybe today was her ovulation day, and at this very moment, her next egg was being freshly released into a swimming pool of my sperm. The egg would float out into the flooded cavern, vulnerable and ready to be attacked, penetrated by one of the millions of excited cells I’d put there.
Maybe she was already fertilised and didn’t know it yet. Freshly pregnant. Already, the process of making a new life starting inside her. She would give birth again soon, nine months would pass, her belly would swell and grow once more with the fruit of her forbidden lover’s loins. I looked down at my beautiful mother-in-law. I felt protective of her. A male needing to guard and defend his female, his mate. I didn’t want to pull it away. I didn’t want to withdraw from her body. I felt like this was where I belonged, and to withdraw from her would be leaving her, somehow. I had fallen deeply in love with my next door neighbour over three years ago. Longer than I’d been with Jessica. Romantically, emotionally, sexually. She was my dream woman. It didn’t need to end in a nightmare. She was so beautiful. Her eyes when they looked at me; my heart sped up and he got butterflies. Her body, curvy and full, round and soft, made me want to melt with desire. They were soul mates. And in some other universe… We were living happily… as man and wife. I held her tightly, gently patting her back and stroking her hair as she cried uncontrollably into my shoulder. She pulled me closer as if afraid I would get away. We remained like that for several minutes until the violent wracking of her body gradually subsided to a gentle trembling.
“Come on, don’t cry Sophie,” I kissed her cheeks, getting my lips wet with her tears. I licked the salty tears from my lips. “Believe me when I tell you, there’s nothing wrong with you. You know how many men must enjoy looking at you and think this must be the sexiest woman they’ve ever seen. And as a bonus… You’re my Mom now, Sophie.”
“I know, I’m proud to have you as part of my family. But you are more than my son-in-law to me. Jessica knows this. Joseph wants it this way. I worry that you’re just saying that to appease me, because I’m your baby’s mother and your mother-in-law. We have to find a way to coexist… no matter how we feel… but honestly; thank you. You really know how to flatter me and I still think you’re just trying to make me feel better, but I love you all the more for that.”
My penis, wet and spent, stirred to life against her belly but she still didn’t seem to notice. She leaned back suddenly which only caused her body to push harder against mine. She was hot, I was cold, but the wraith-like hold the succubus had on my heat began to weaken.
“You don’t want to lose me… but I feel like I’m about to lose everything. How can I keep both Rachel and Jessica safe from her sister? They are pregnant with my children. I’m supposed to be there to support and protect them, and you… and I don’t think I can. There’s a shadow Ellen is casting over me… there’s a darkness in me. I’m not as strong as you think I am. Everyone expects me to perform a miracle and find a way… but what if there is no solution to this, Sophie?”
She held my shoulders and looked at me with her wet eyes. “You’re my baby’s daddy and the love of my life. You are not crazy or some kind of pervert because you want to protect the women you love. That’s nothing to be ashamed of. We all ask so much of you… you saved me. You saved Jessica. You even saved Joseph and Rachel! I know… somehow I just know… you’re going to save Ellen too.”
But who was going to save me? Our bodies moulded together, like we were made for each other but I didn’t like the direction in which my hardening cock was going, so I started to pull away from her. She must have misunderstood, because she pulled me back firmly against her and gave me a weak but sincere smile. “I am in love with you.” she said.
“I know, and I’m in love with you too… Mom.” We both laughed and hugged each other but I knew things would never be the same.
________
We were still holding each other when the rest of the family returned home.
“Our time is up, Sophie,” I whispered to the succubus occupying my bed, quickly rolling from beneath the covers and looking fruitlessly for my clothes.
“We left our clothes in the living room, my love… I’m afraid if you wanted to keep this a secret they must already know…”
I sighed and pulled on a bath robe. Then I fetched one of Jessica’s for Sophie. For some reason, at that moment, being caught having sex and getting caught naked were two completely different scenarios. My reasoning was confirmed as correct as Sophie climbed out of my wife’s side of the bed; Her pussy lips were already dripping with little pearls of shiny white cum. Her husband and children would immediately know that we were adulterors, and our illicit fornication resulted in dangerous, unprotected sex. Joseph would be ecstatic, he would know an even better treat was waiting for him inside her. Sophie reached down with one hand and spread her lips apart with her fingers, opening her delicious pink pussy. I stared as a white stream of cum mixed with her juices emerged and began to make its way down her creamy thigh, leaving a silvery trail in its wake. It looked hot and sticky, like creamy honey. Her other hand rubbed her swollen clit in little circles as the warm jizz poured out of her, making her shudder and moan.
I couldn’t avert my eyes, Sophie’s outer labia were gaping, so the sweet sperm inside easily found its way out, now assisted by gravity. As she made to close her robe I watched two stringy globs of spunk bubble out of her pink slit and her stretched out vagina. The sticky spooge spun away from her puffy labia, stringing its way downwards and then plopped onto the floor.
“You gave me a big load,” she commented as she tied the robe closed, “There’s no way I could keep all of that inside for Joseph. Don’t worry about the mess on the floor and state of the bed… you know your young wife is going to go insane when she realises you did this for her too. I hope there’s at least one more load left in those heavy looking balls of yours!” She laughed as she skirted around the bed.
“I can see you now… I can see what you are…” I said in confusion and Sophie looked at me with nothing but love in her eyes. She didn’t understand. She didn’t know what she had become. I tied off my own robe and began to make the bed; another pointless exercise.
“I’m glad you see me now,” Sophie replied gently with a soft smile. “I will always be here… and if I can be with you physically… I’ll see you in your dreams.” I shoved my hands deep into my robe pockets and scowled at the ground. “Oh come on, put on a smile,” she said as she wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly. She leaned close to my ear and whispered, “I can hear Jessica downstairs. She’s going to love you so much for this. And I’m going to be in the bedroom below, making love to my husband while you screw my daughter senseless. Joseph is going to love the gift you left for him. He’s been working hard with your Mom tonight, he needs to remember what he has right here, waiting for him at home, just as you have. Thank you for once again putting us back together… See? You have a knack for fixing things.”
“Then why do I feel so broken?”
“I’m going to do all that I can, from this moment onwards, to make sure we all work together to support you. I don’t want you to feel this way, Jeff.” Sophie said, pressing her bee stung lips to mine, “When both our marital beds have stopped rocking… I’m going to start by telling Joseph… if I fall pregnant to you… I’m going to reveal you as the baby’s daddy. Our daughter will know you created her… I bet our son will be clever enough to put one and one together too. I’m no longer going to keep any secrets that hurt you. Even if this means I upset him. I mean it. I will fix you. I will fix the mess I’ve made of your life… you have enough on your own plate.” She kissed me again. I didn’t know whether to feel euphoric or horrified. “Here comes Jessica. She assured me that she would also take care of all your needs. She’s just as dedicated to this mission as I am. Trust her.”
I held her out at arm’s length and looked at her inquisitively. She grinned impishly as she opened the door and met her daughter. They acknowledged each other with a nod and a smile as they crossed paths. Sophie left the apartment and Jessica stepped into our bedroom. The scent of sex, and the tell tale splatter of cum, didn’t vex her. Nor did the state of her mother as she headed past her and downstairs to hard working husband. Sophie and Ellen were beautiful, they worked hard to ensure they were literally the most stunning creatures in any room, but they didn’t know that they couldn’t even compare to the vision smiling at me as she walked into our bedroom. She was petite and slender with red hair pulled back into a ponytail that reached her shoulders. She had big green eyes that were smiling almost as much as her soft red mouth. The bridge of freckles across her nose added to her stunning good looks. The young goddess wore a snug tee shirt, emphasizing her small tits. She wore a short skirt over long, slender legs that went from the floor up to her athletic, peach like ass. Jessica’s beauty was natural. She made no effort to enhance her looks. She was simply gorgeous.
There was a brief moment of awkwardness, followed by a cursory exchange of pleasantries as she slipped off her sandals, and I noticed she had painted her toenails a very pale shade of purple. I also couldn’t help but notice how I could look right down her scoop neck shirt to her generous cleavage when she bent down to put her shoes in a nice neat line. My eyes followed the line of her back to her curvy ass, and down to where the defined muscles of her calves were showcased beneath her flowing skirt. She stood back up and I hastily recovered and went to calm and clean myself in our bathroom; I felt possessed. Dirty. And very guilty.
I had just begun to wash my face when I sensed her presence behind me. Smelling her presence might have been more accurate. The heady scent of her perfume filled my nostrils before I felt the gentle caress of her hands on my shoulders. I felt her soft breath tickle my ears as she whispered, “I’m so pleased you and Mom have reconnected. We always knew you were insatiable… we’ve talked a lot over the last week… all of us. I know we all need to pull together. Rachel and I are pregnant and we will have some difficult times ahead… but we have everyone making sure we are going to be looked after. We realised no-one has been looking after you. I asked Molly and Mom to make sure you were totally taken care of while I am incapacitated. We promised each other we would… and I never break my promises. I’ll do anything for family.”
Slowly I turned and looked down into her bright green eyes, feeling her hands slide down my chest to my stomach, and then up inside my robe. I didn’t say a word and just leaned down to ever so softly touch my lips to hers, never breaking eye contact with her. There was a brief moment of hesitation, but that soon gave way to deep passionate kissing, our tongues dancing, exploring each other’s mouths. Her fingers frantically worked at undoing my robe, while I bent down so that my hands could slide up the outside of her thighs and over her hips, pushing her skirt up to her waist. My little wife pushed my robe over my shoulders, covering my chest and neck with kisses and little licks from her warm wet tongue and I moaned softly as he grabbed her ass through her silky panties, pulling her tight against me. She rubbed her body up against my hardening cock, which was rising between us.
“I can smell my mother on you,” she whispered, “She smells different to Molly… to Jessica… to me? Afterwards… especially now, with her sweat still on your skin… it makes you taste… even more manly. It turns me on, Jeff. You always know how to turn me into some sex starved nymphomaniac!” She giggled.
“One day… I hope it’s just us…”
I put my hands tightly on her small waist, lifting her up and turning to set her down on the bathroom counter, my mouth still on hers, my lips sucking on her bottom lip. She broke away from the kiss for a moment to slide her t-shirt up over her head, exposing her breasts enveloped in a black lacey bra. I cupped one of them, while pulling down the other side of the bra to expose one of her hard nipples.
“I hope I give you a daughter… and you spend the rest of your life surrounded by the women who love you…”
I shuddered. Jessica closed her eyes and leaned her head back, gasping as I pinched her long nipple gently, rolling it between my fingers and then taking it in my mouth. She grasped my shoulders, her fingernails digging into my skin as I sucked harder, using one of my hands to slide my wife’s panties to the side, rubbing my throbbing erection against her smooth, warm skin. I gently kissed the side of my neck as my hands drifted slowly to the waist of her black lace panties. She leaned her head back against the bathroom mirror as I bent down and forward to press my face against them. Jess shivered as she felt me deeply inhale the fragrance of her dripping pussy. Hooking the sides of her panties, I gently slid them off her dangling legs and let them fall to the floor. I knelt before her, Jessica’s eyes looked down into mine with an expression of pure love and tenderness. My hands moved around her hips in a gentle caress. Softly, I kneaded the cheeks of her ass. Pulling her to me, I pressed her curly ginger mound to my face. Again, I inhaled deeply. Jess threw back her head, thrusting her pussy forward to meet my face. I sent my mouth to explore her curls for a moment, then, leaning back, I allowed my eyes to travel over her naked body that was displayed for me. I took in every detail, every curve and fold.
“I’m sorry you’re suffering… I’m sorry if it’s because of me…” Jessica whispered.
Rising to my feet, I took her face in my hands and kissed her. She kissed me back so sweetly that I thought I would melt right there. I could feel the heat running through her body. Her pussy was pulsing with need as I felt the wetness running down our thighs. Her breasts rose and fell as she gasped in excitement. Her body trembled as she waited in anticipation of what I was about to do. I slowly traced one hand across her body. Starting at her hip, I lightly ran just my fingertips across the skin of her tight flat belly. Goosebumps formed on her skin as the sensations ran through her. Droplets of her excitement gathered on the red-gold curls of her mound and her legs began flexing and moving in response to my touch as my hand moved over her freckled skin.
“It’s not because of you.”
Jessica moaned something into my mouth as I moved my hands back down to her hard nipples. Gasping in desperation, she thrust her boobs into my hands, seeking the roughness of my palms. Leaning forward, I kissed her breasts, gently biting the nipples, my hand descending over her fur covered mound, my finger finding her clitoris, rolling it out of the hood, softly stroking the super sensitive tip. The little redhead became even wetter, her pussy positively weeping her sexual juices as her body prepared for my entry into her warm center. My fingers now moved down, separating the delicate lips of her vagina, opening and gently pinching them. Jessica’s hands were on either side of my head, her own head thrown back to thrust her breasts into my willing mouth. My fingers found the entrance to her birth canal, slipping past the opening, sliding in, deeper and deeper. Her hips rolled up to meet my thrusting fingers, my palm now flat against the lips of her eagerly pulsing pussy.
The petite ginger twin reached down and grasped the hard length of my cock, softly stroking it, feeling the velvety head, her thumb catching the drops of fluid that leaked from the slit at the top. Rubbing it around and around the soft flesh. My hips rocked back and forth, thrusting my length against her palms, mimicking the actions I would shortly use to take what she was so willingly offering me. I moved now, standing between her wide spread legs, lifting her calves so her knees were flexed upward, her hips rolling back, her pussy opening to me like a flower. My head descended, my lips coming in contact with her clit, my tongue flicking out, twitching at the tip. An almost electric shock passed through her body, the sensations rolling up from her pussy, into her belly. Jessica gasped as her back arched, pushing herself upward to meet my mouth and fingers and I could feel her body responding, the climax starting to build deep inside her.
I took her to the precipice with my tongue and her orgasm boiled in her reddening erogenous zones, building and building itself even higher against the pressure of my lips on her pussy and my tongue, as it slipped into the opening of her pussy. She exploded in excited release, her copious juices flowing out over my tongue and onto my face. Her soft cries of sexual release filled the little bathroom as her hands pulled my face hard against her quivering sex.
My wife lay gasping as I rose and stood between her open legs as she sat on the counter. I looked into her deep green eyes. Jessica watched as I moved closer. Pressing the head of my cock to her wet pussy, I rubbed it up and down in the moistness, searching for the opening. Finding it, I gently pressed forward as she moved beneath me, tilting her pussy upward to give me easier access.
“Yes, make love to me, my husband,” she murmured, her voice soft and sensual, “we are mated for life. I promise you. I will never deny you… I will always forgive you. Never feel guilty… just always come back to me?”
I nodded my head and wrapped her legs around my hips and put her arms around my neck. Jessica gently pulled my face down to mine. Our lips met in a soft kiss. I rose above me again and she tensed as she felt my cock slide a little way into her wet opening. Jessica opened her eyes to see my concerned face looking at her. We were so in love, we needed nothing else! No-one else! Just the two of us alone in this beautiful place, in a lover’s embrace. I felt my cold darkness melt as felt her heat.
“I’ll never walk out on you. I promise to never leave you again.” I whispered.
“You promise?”
“Until death do us part…” I vowed and began to push forward.
I pressed forwards with my hips and my bulbous head spread the lips of her pretty little pussy apart. Applying a little more pressure and we both watched my cock begin to make its way inside her and at the same time I felt the entrance to her pussy stretch open to accommodate it. As my seeping cockhead disappeared into her I felt the coronal ridge slip past her inner labia. Now, her once dainty little slit was now widely stretched around my rock hard shaft. We were coupled and the devil inside recoiled from her angelic embrace. She was the only path to my salvation.
I slipped a little further into her and then withdrew until just the head was still inside. She watched intently as I continued pushing in a little, withdrawing, and pushing in a little further until I eventually had my full length inside her welcoming vagina. With my pubic bone pressed firmly against her crotch, not a bit of my cock is visible, filling her completely. Perfectly. I remained still, allowing her to adjust to the feeling of my penis sheathed inside her vagina and to let her adjust to having me back where I belonged. Then I withdrew part way and Jessica saw that my member was glistening with a new wetness… her sex fluids, lubing us both for the incredible copulation that was to come. My wife’s pussy had lubed my dick, getting it nice and wet with her love nectar so it could easily slide in and out of her. Now she was fully prepared to receive a good fucking. I would banish the demon residing inside me. I’d be cleansed by her love. She nodded, and I began to penetrate her again.
I pressed my body to hers once more and she felt the head of my cock sliding between the lips of her pussy, moving up and gently bumping the super sensitive spot at the tip of her clit. Her hips rolled back this time, ready to receive me. The head slipped between the lips, separating them, seeking the opening to the warm channel below. It found its path, and she felt her pussy stretching and widening as it began to accept my length. Jessica could feel its rigid hardness as it moved into her. Her arms were raised to caress my shoulders, her legs around my hips, her pussy tilted upward to receive me.
I slid, deeper and deeper. I felt every unevenness, every fold, the division between the head of my cock and the shaft as I stretched her passage open. Jessica felt the head touch her cervix, felt me withdraw slightly, then push forward again. Fucking her. Harder. Faster. Her hands, where they had been stroking my shoulder, clasped into fists, her eyes scrunched tightly shut! She cried out and whimpered in pleasure.
I stopped my movement within her pussy, holding myself still, straightening my arms to push my upper body away from mine while holding my hips steady, my hardness still deep in her, unmoving and as we looked deep into one another’s eyes, I began to piston my hips. I felt the head of my hard cock open up her soft folds again, feeling her every bump and contour of her vaginal passage, moving in and out. Her pussy seemed to have a life of its own. It was flexing and pulling, trying to get me deeper inside her. As the pressure within built, she gasped and bit down on her lower lip, her eyes tightly shut, her hips rolling upward, seeking more and more of my unfaithful penis. When I heard her gasp, I pulled back and removed my cock from her. Jessica whimpered in need. “Are you okay?” I asked with a worried look realising our coupling was more about my therapeutic need to silence the darkness inside of me.
“Oh fuck yes.” she whispered as her pussy ached for my cock.
“Are you sure?”
“Oh, yes, yes! Please Jeff, I can feel it throbbing inside me! Just think… it was just ejaculating a creamy load inside my Mom… and now… you’re going to give one to me. Take me now!” She cried. There were tears in her eyes.
She wrapped her legs around me as I pulled her right to the edge of the counter, thrusting hard inside her, the hot tightness encasing me like a velvet glove. Our kisses grew more passionate, frantic, as I pounded into her, her small tits bouncing up and down to the rhythm. The pleasure quickly built, and then gradually increased, getting more and more intense. I reached over with one hand and wiped away the tears that had pooled in the hollows of her eyes. Leaning down, my lips kissed away the remaining moisture. I whispered loving words in her ears, soothing her, holding her, and softly stoking her flame coloured hair as our wet, slippery coupling continued. My pain was gone. The succubus banished. Just the wonderful sense of fullness, of being embedded inside my wife, of filling her completely, remained. I lowered my chest until it came into contact with her breasts. This pulled my cock slightly back so that I was not buried so deeply in her pussy.
“Molly has bigger breasts… your Mom’s are like they belong to a model… but I prefer yours.” I declared.
What I saw before me was the epitome of all my heart’s desires. I feasted my eyes on the most perfect, perky little tits I’d ever seen. Tits that were firm and inviting without the least amount of sag. Tits that were adorned with small, pinkish areolas and long nipples that pointed proudly upwards as if studying the ceiling. These were nipples that looked hard enough to cut glass. Yes the twins breasts were small in size, but firm and well-suited to their petite frames. I could well imagine how my child would fill them out and swell them. There were no tendrils of coldness clawing me into oblivion, only the warmth of her love and my anticipation of parenthood… with her.
Jessica looked up at me with wide, glazing eyes as my hands examined her vulnerable form. Her breaths came in heavier and heavier gasps, she didn’t resist as I slowly screwed her while admiring her petite, womanly figure, her arms around my neck and her legs locked around my waist. I looked at the thin trimmed triangular patch of ginger pubic hair, then up at her face flushed with both arousal and bewilderment, then I slowly stirred my manhood in her honey pot.
She flexed her hips upward, driving a little more of me into her, seeking the completion of this glorious act we were sharing. I felt a sense of completion down there, a widening of her vaginal canal that my hardened male intruder seeking out the similarities and the differences between my lovers. With Jessica it was different; we did seem to fit each other perfectly. She was tight but not too tight, like Rachel. She was wet but not too wet like Molly. She was hot but not too hot like Sophie. She was soft but not too soft like… Ellen. Ellen’s specter no longer haunted me. Even the thought of her had no effect. My wife was the perfect counter balance… putting me back where I was supposed to be. I was supposed to be with her. The feelings I was experiencing were those that I had never felt. It was something of a revelation.
Jessica regained my attention and I gasped as I felt her flexing hips pull my cock deeper inside her. I understood her actions and moved forward slightly, causing my cock to bury itself back against her sealed cervix. I withdrew and thrust forward again and then again. Each thrust stretched her further and further, filling her, bringing a sense of completeness to us both. My hips now rose and fell, thrusting my cock into my wife’s squishy pussy, each forward thrust of my hips driving us closer and closer to orgasm.
I looked down between us, seeing the length of my cock withdraw and then watching it disappear into her as I thrust forward, each thrust going deeper and deeper. Jessica watched as the hair covered mound above my penis touched the fur above her vagina and gave a hint of how our genetics might play out with our child’s hair colour. Blonde like Jacob or a redhead like all the girls? Jessica felt my heavy balls slap into the crease of her ass. There was no succubus, no ghoulish laughter, only the glorious sensation of my cock burying itself in her pussy, hearing the wet slurping slap, slap, slap of our genitals.
Jessica’s back arched as the sensations started to build within her moving with hot sweet ripples towards a climax unlike anything she had ever known. I had almost climbed up onto the counter with her. Lying above me, I was stroking furiously into her open pulsing pussy. Her screams of pleasure echoed around the room as my plunging cock claimed what was mine. The top of my cock was now rubbing on the tip of her clit as I slid its length in and out. The sensations generated with my movements were swiftly bringing my wife to orgasm. Jessica threw her head back, her hair cascading over her shoulders and against the mirror as she started to cum, a shout escaping from her lips, her hips thrusting up to meet my downward thrusts. On and on I pounded into her, causing her climax to build and to sustain itself, driving her yet higher.
As her orgasm finally subsided, I placed her legs over my shoulders and drove my hard cock even deeper into her. As I hammered my steel-like organ into her fizzing and yielding pussy, I could sense yet another orgasm starting to build inside her and I knew I was closing in on my own climax. The pressure and tension had been building slowly into a crescendo of my male biological purpose. My sensitive and twitching young penis and carnal lust was swelling my testicles painfully. I was desperate to cum, needing my release desperately. My scrotum and throbbing balls were aching and drawn against me as I fucked her silly. Each heartbeat swelled my cock and testes with boiling seed as I plowed into her creamy cunt. We both looked down at our mating sexes; The sight of my penis and adult testes gently pulsing made my young wife blush and her eyes widened with wonder.
I shoved my hips repeatedly against her strawberry blonde pubes, grabbing her hips to hold her in place. My pelvis pushed forward rhythmically, slapping against her ass, the force of my thrusting sent Jessica forward with each pump. My cock thrust forward, the head of my swollen cock jabbing up inside her. She moaned as she felt the head of my penis gliding through the moist tissue of her vagina, widening her canal as my ripe cock prepared for ejaculation. The slit in my cock continued drooling my precum inside my wife’s pussy. There was no risk of her getting pregnant by the stuff now, but we were mating. Anything coming from my cock was meant to go inside her, no matter how risky it felt. She wanted to be a mother and so I made her one.
Thinking about this, and feeling my penis gargle more precum out of my urethra, I pulled Jessica towards me, sending the length of my masculinity into her. Her moans caught in her throat as she felt all of me plunge inside. The sounds my wife exhaled made my balls tighten inside my scrotum. I was almost there. The beauty of our sex was the sharing of pleasure, giving my wife my pure malehood. It was what she craved. Her cervix graced the head of my leaking cock as my entire length sheathed itself inside her vagina, my pubes being mouthed by the lips of her pussy. My pounding became more intense as she felt my cock swell even bigger and start a hot throbbing. I thrust down hard once, again, and on final time… then I held it there, gripped within the lips of her stretched pussy, mashing against her clit, seated against her cervix.
Jess gasped with excitement, “Are you close?”
I nodded and replied, “Very!” as I sunk my ticking life bomb all the way back into her wanting pussy.
I made very short deep strokes and I felt myself go past the point of no return. Jessica saw the look on my face and felt my cock begin to twitch within her. She knew right away that I was going to cum inside her. My balls tightened, my sperm rushing to leave me and reside within her. She reached her left hand around the back of my ass pulling me into her as her right hand feverishly worked at her clit. She stared into my eyes with a look of extreme passion as she willingly accepted the fate I bestowed upon her.
Then as if she didn’t already know I whispered, “I’m cumming!”
She responded with a shaky yet soothing soft tone while she worked hard on her clit to reach her own orgasm as quickly as possible, “I know honey, I can feel it. Shoot it deep inside me.”
As soon as she finished her sentence a powerful orgasm began a long journey through her while I started shooting thick heavy streams of cum deep inside her tiny quivering body. She arched her back on the bathroom counter and just as before I could feel her pussy squeezing my cock tightly. I felt the tremors of her cervix as it attempted to slurp my life fluid up into her fertile womb, which further enhanced my already intense orgasm. Then Jessica reached up and kissed me deeply as our bodies climaxed together. We kissed and kissed wrestling our tongues together and all over each other’s faces. It was a sloppy wet uncontrolled kiss prescribed by our purposely synchronized orgasms. My baby maker was still pumping full force jets of cum into Jessica as it twitched inside her. We were grunting and moaning uncontrollably, undoubtedly signifying to the other occupants of the house that we were consummating.
My rock hard cock was still embedded in her gash. My heart pounded as I listened to the sounds of her pleasure, just inches from my ear, felt her pussy tighten around me, her hot liquid running out and covering my balls. I thrust hard into her, crying out as I released inside her, thrusting again and again until there was nothing left. Slowly my shots of cum became less forceful and I felt myself gradually regaining control. My cock was still deliberately buried to the hilt making those short strokes deep inside her pussy. Jessica was still climaxing at full potential with her pussy contracting around my cock milking it for every last drop of fluid and then, without warning and rather abruptly, her orgasm was lost. Jessica was lying under me, eyes closed with a huge grin plastered on her face. My cock was still throbbing and twitching within her vaginal canal.
At last, my climax passed and I collapsed forward, her arms wrapped around my neck, her legs falling away from my hips to lie outstretched on either side of my body. Our breath mingled as she faced me, kissing me softly, declaring her love for me. Her face was flushed and she felt goose bumps rise on the cheeks of her ass, on her arms, and over her breasts. She pulled my face to her and kissed me deeply, feeling my cock softening inside her stretched canal, starting to slip away
I raised my hips slightly and my cock slipped out of her pussy. Jessica felt the mixture of my cum and her pussy juices slide out of her slit, slipping down over her ass and pooling on the counter. I gathered my wife in my arms and kissed her again and again. Never had I felt so loving and connected to her. I wanted her to feel as cherished and protected as possible. She had my babies growing inside her. We were all we needed. We were family.
“I feel so warm inside,” she said, happily. And so did I. The sensations that radiated up from my abdomen, spreading throughout my body felt wonderful! I wanted this to go on and on, to do it again! Thoughts of a succubus seemed absurd! I had no reason to feel threatened. I was in an endorphin fueled bliss provided by the one woman I’d only ever need.
Jess started to move beneath me, pushing her pussy up against me and downstairs we could hear the muffled sounds of a man and his wife in the throes of pleasure, and the familiar rhythmic sound of the headboard thumping against the wall. Joseph was giving it to Sophie, injecting his own seed into his wife to compete with my own. Maybe he would get lucky as I had?
After a few moments of recovering, we slowly untangled, casting sly glances at each other. Jessica looked physically and mentally exhausted, covered in sweat and cum. My gaze spent several long moments crawling over her body, devouring her curves and soft edges. The thoughts about how it would be if it were just us. I smiled, bent down and slipped my arms under her. Lifting her from the counter I cradled her in my arms. As her lithe body snuggled into me I felt the protective father in me reemerge and I carefully carried her from the bathroom and into our bedroom. Laying her across our crumpled and cum soaked bed I gently pulled my arms out from under her. As I stood up, Jessica shifted around, rolling onto her back at an angle across the mattress.
I froze, my heart leaping into my throat. She looked stunning, like a fallen angel. The light from the bathroom was falling across her body as it lay angled across the bed, her head resting near the one side and her red hair hanging over the edge. Her legs were tossed out, her ankles crossed and dangling over the opposite edge. Her skirt was just as disheveled as it had been in the bathroom, riding up and revealing her glistening camel toe. Her arms were splayed out to her sides, putting her chest on full display. The compact mounds jiggled imperceptibly. I stared at her beautifully pert breasts, hypnotized by their ripeness and their pink areolas.
I cuddled next to her on our bed, caressing her; Back, shoulders, arm, hair, all came under my questing touch. As her lips parted to receive an intimate good night kiss, my hands of their own accord reached down to cup the sensuous curves of her bottom and removed her skirt so we could sleep naked, side by side. But I took the opportunity to kiss down her body. Her neck, her shoulders, until I came to her breasts. I took delight in kissing and nuzzling them, sucking and gently nipping her rosebud nipples, listening to her sigh each time. Trailing kisses down her cleavage I defended across her still flat tummy, somewhere within, our own twins were forming. I descended lower, tickling her thighs with gentle licks, approaching her cum dripping flower and its sweet warm elixir. All of my senses were being aroused now. The sound of her sighs and breathing, the feel of her skin and her heat, the essence of her body, the taste of her nectar, the signs of desire my wife displays for me.
I bent down to kiss the gates to her secret treasure and gently parted them with my tongue, to taste our combined juices inside her. Then I moved up to her sensitive bud of flesh. Jessica gasped at the first touch of my tongue and curled up at me, offering me the privilege of worshiping her beautifully seeded flower in my favourite way. Without words, she showed me where and how she wanted to be touched as her desire rose. Finally she reached down to hold my head in her hands as she peaked, crying out with pleasure as I ate her cream pie. I gently kissed her petals as she calmed, then embraced her to allow myself to feel her loving afterglow.
As we lay together, Jess reached down to grasp my turgid flesh. It pleasured me to see the smile on her face, as she moved down my body, kissing and licking all of the sensitive spots. I moaned as she teased me, gently blowing across the tip of my arousal, just putting the tip of her tongue on me. Such sweet torture! She engulfed me, using her hands and mouth to bring me to ever-higher plateaus of excitement, sliding her lips up and down.
I felt like I was floating above the bed, this was the most amazing experience I had ever had. My back arched, my head tilted back, my eyes closed. Jessica shifted around so she was on her hands and knees, still taking me in her mouth. Slowly she took me deeper, I gasped. She took me a bit too deep, and had to back off, then worked back into the rhythm. I could feel her wet tongue bathing my cock, could feel the roof of her mouth gliding over the head. My hands went to her head, pushing her long ginger hair out of the way. Seeing my cock disappearing into her mouth was pushing me over the edge. Then she looked up at me with those lust filled emerald green eyes, those perky breasts swaying with every bob of the head. I groaned and gasped. My cock swelled with my approaching orgasm. Her eyes widened with the sudden increase of size and girth in her mouth, but she didn’t stop.
And then I exploded, such an intense orgasm that all I could go was gasp. I saw stars and the room was spinning. At first she looked shocked as my cum filled her mouth, then she calmed and worked my length slowly allowing my body to calm down, while still draining me of every last drop. Finally a peaceful satisfaction settled across her face as she swallowed my cum and finally let me slide out of her mouth.
Once I had caught my breath I sat up, grabbing her face and kissing her deeply. Our tongues darted in each other’s mouths, our fluids mixed together in a delicious cocktail of pure sex.
Downstairs we heard her parents’ bed bounce and bang as their powerful sex session reached its finale. Her mother’s shrill voice was begging to be fucked as she guided her husband into the moist heat of her cum filled pussy. For a moment, we lay still, simply reveling in the ecstasy of their moment. We heard the loud baritone of Joseph’s moans combine with the harmonic high pitch mews of his wife as they approached their orgasm. Jessica’s hand clamped onto mine tightly, as we listened in until the urgency overcame them, as they moved together, skin sliding on skin.
“You make all of this happen,” Jessica whispered as I lay down beside her.
We kissed as we heard Sophie and Joseph’s bodies trying to become one. Up, up, up they rose. They reached their crechendo and then gentle banging stopped, filling the house with silence.
My Cherry Pie and I lay in each other’s arms, feeling the glow as our own breathing calmed, exchanging gentle kisses and caresses. For a time, we simply lay together, speaking of the things that lovers and friends do. Delighting in each other’s voice and presence and touch. But soon our rekindled mutual desire caught up with us only last time, lifting us into that place that only lovers can visit. When we were ready, I pulled her on top of me; a better position leaving my hands free to roam over her body as we again joined. I watched and felt Jessica straddle me, my hands touching her all over as like her mother before her, she descended onto my dick. I cupped her breasts as they swayed from her dance of love and felt her long nipples swelling. I caressed her back and felt the tightening and relaxing of the muscles as the athletic twin moved, such a different experience to either Molly or Sophie. Jessica was petite and looked fragile but Ellen was wrong; she was stronger than she looked… better. As we neared her peak, I moved my hands down to hold the ripe curves of her bottom, feeling it moving as she made love to me. Jessica offered her breasts for me to take in my mouth as our desire flamed. And at that moment, I ejaculated inside her again, crying out in pure pleasure. My wife continued to move on me until she reached her peak, this time silently, but with a most exquisite look of joy on her face, watching and feeling the little redhead’s ecstasy both in my body and my soul. I pulled her down onto me, touching your incredible hair and face and we fell asleep in each other’s arms, awaiting the joy of waking in the morning next to each other.
________
I woke up with a start. I hadn’t slept long but for the first time I knew something was wrong; I felt cold but I didn’t know why. When I opened my eyes Jessica was already leaning over me.
“You were having a nightmare.” She said, with concern in her voice, “You were calling out… Ellen’s name.”
“I was? I can’t remember,” I replied honestly, but it was true, the blonde older sister was eating away at my sanity. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” Jessica chuckled, “It was only a dream. But I know why she’s been back in your thoughts recently… causing you nightmares…”
I felt the cold tendrils of terror begin to entwine around my heart, which I was sure had stopped beating. She knew?
“You’ve been put through so much, Jeff. We haven’t helped! Rachel and I swapped and you left me to teach me a lesson. Then we fell pregnant. Everyone is joyous and everything has been centred on us since the news. You weren’t expecting three new babies in the house, you weren’t prepared for that future and you love to be prepared. We have put you through very stressful times. And you’ve been suffering alone. When you’re feeling down and your defenses are weak… that psychotic bitch from hell invades your thoughts. Jeff, she tortured you! That was always going to have an impact on your mental health. I know I’ve been neglecting you since ‘the news’… so has Rachel… even my Mom. It took Molly to help us realise… and I felt so terrible. I’m your wife. I should be able to make you feel better. So… what’s eating you? What’s wrong, my love?”
“Oh… just work,” I said truthfully and thankful she didn’t know the truth.
“Well you’re not at work now… let me take your mind off things.”
Jessica looked at me. Her green eyes glossy in the reflection of the bright morning sun. The slightest hint of her megawatt smile creased the corners of her mouth and she leaned in towards me. Her eyes closed first as her face came nearer, and I closed mine too. Our lips found each other easily. One kiss. One touch of our lips pressing into each other’s. Something in my stomach began to dance. Thousands of little butterflies began fluttering in my stomach. My heart was beating so hard I could almost feel it bouncing under my skin. Jessica’s hand reached behind my neck and pulled me in. Her lips pressed into mine and immediately the cold chill was replaced with Jessica’s healing heat.
I felt her mouth start to open, slowly and tentatively. My lips opened too, following hers and I felt her breath begin to mix with mine as the space between us shrank. Together, our tongues reached out and our tips touched. Two soft moans came from both of us at the same moment. We pulled apart suddenly and began to giggle. I felt a calmness claim me and thoughts of what was bothering me were wiped from my mind. Jessica’s green eyes were dancing, the corners crinkling upwards as her smile expanded. She leaned in once more as the hand on the back of my neck pulled us together. This time, our mouths opened without hesitation. Our tongues began to play together, first at just the opening where our lips brushed against each other, then pressing closer, we delved ever deeper, taking turns tonguing each other’s cheeks and teeth and lips. She knew exactly what to do, like her mother before her, she was becoming my angel… sent from heaven to guide me… bring me back to the light.
We broke from our liplock and Jessica kissed my face, my cheeks, my chin, and down my neck. I let her, leaning back slightly, as my arms wrapped around her and held her close. She returned to my waiting mouth and once again we plunged into a deep and frenzied kiss. We were necking like teenagers like this was our first wild and formless make out session. I recognised the pubescent excitement of lust and exploration and daring from first kisses of more than two years ago. We discovered each other’s faces and mouths, wordlessly anticipating where each would go with our lips and tongue.
The hand that held my neck and kept me in place, slid ever so slowly down the front of my chest and down to my groin, resting on my penis. What could I do but kiss her more deeply at that moment, giving her my silent permission to squeeze and fondle me, which she did, eagerly, moving back and forth between my heavy balls and my thickening cock. Tentatively, my hands moved around her waist and I pulled her towards me, plunging my face into her soft red locks. I breathed her scent deeply into my chest wanting to hold it there forever, to suffocate on it, hoping my final breaths bore her essence. I finally exhaled a sigh that made the little hairs on her neck sway. My arms wrapped around her and my warm hands caressed her pregnant tummy, still no hint of the babies contained within.
I began kissing her neck and shoulders slowly, savouring the salty sweet taste of her lightly freckled skin. My wife’s breasts were small but magnificent and it was true that I always stared at them. She giggled whenever she caught me admiring them and wrapped her arms around my neck, pushing them into my face and rubbing them around. Like all the women in her family, she loved it when I paid attention to her titties. I was trailing a wet line of kisses from her collarbone to her chest, cupping her sweet breasts in my hands as I kissed the tops of them. Someone had put the heating on and the loft apartment always got hot quickly despite the onset of winter. The humidity of the sex aroma infused bedroom had made us quite sweaty already, and a fine glimmer of wetness made her boobs glow in the morning light. With every kiss her breathing became heavier and heavier.
My hands squeezed her perky breasts and I could feel the heat deep down inside her, radiating out to me, bathing me in her love. Driving me towards a confession that I knew I needed to make. I needed her to understand… to forgive me… to guide me… to save me. She was my wife. She deserved to know before our lives changed forever.
“Are you feeling better now, my love?” she whispered.
“Yes, Jessica… it’s just… about your sister… I need to tell your something–”
“Whatever it is… it doesn’t matter,” she whispered, putting her fingers to my lips, “We have each other. I am your wife and I have duties to perform for my neglected husband. This morning I am yours… these are yours…” She looked down to her pert breasts I was still holding. “I was always ashamed of these little bee stings. You have no idea how much fun was had at my expense at school because Ellen’s boobs came in so early and became so large… and mine stayed flat, barely noticeable. But you noticed them. And you made sure you knew you loved them. After our first date I told Rachel and she was so doubtful… that’s why we swapped… that first time. You adored her identical little titties and that was that, we knew, one way or another, you were going to end up with one of us.” The way she spoke turned something on inside me. My brain swam from lack of oxygen with most of my circulation feeding my swiftly stiffening cock as Jessica pushed her boobs together with her arms whilst gripping my manhood in her hands. “And now I think this… belongs between these.”
I sensed what she had in mind but she was right; the twins had diminutive cleavages between their ‘twins’. It would be difficult… but not impossible and I kissed her as my body twitched internally with the anticipation of what she was hopefully about to make happen.
“No, wait a minute, let’s do this properly,” she said, then sat up and rummaged through the drawer of the nightstand. “It’s in here somewhere. Ah!” She held up a small bottle of lube, then tossed it to me. She presented her boobs to me, the rise and fall of her cleavage accentuated by the soft morning light. Staring wantonly at her small but amazing breasts, I popped the cap on the lube, squirted too much on my fingertips, and quickly put my hand between her legs. I proceeded to plant my free hand squarely on her cleavage, and pushed her back sternly onto the bed pillows.
“Wha? Hey!” the redhead said, I think genuinely surprised. Whatever shock she might have had was gone quickly enough, as I proceeded to give her a very thorough fingering, finishing by putting the fingers of my other hand inside her as she came. She shuddered delightfully several times, then lay still as I continued to slowly rub near her clitoris, my hand slowly pressing into her mons and thighs. We spent several minutes like this, thinking whatever it is women think of after orgasm, maybe romance, or shoes, or shopping. Me, I was electrified anticipating what was going to happen next, all thoughts of Ellen erased from my brain. I kissed her softly on the cheek, then again on the chin.
“Oh husband…” she signed. I think I had interrupted her from another place. “Would you rather be inside me again?” she said, eyes still closed.
“I’d like to be between your titties, if you still want to try?” I asked, and slowly got up from beside her. She lay there, flat on the bed, her firm, almost B cup tits pushed up and out, creating an ample inviting valley.
Her eyes were closed, her lids quiet and peaceful. I gazed at her, awed by her beauty. I slowly moved my leg over her stomach and hovered on my knees, my cock jutting out straight in front of me. Her eyes were closed still, whether she know what I was doing I didn’t know, but the thought that I was seconds away from fucking her breasts made me lightheaded again, and my cock got stiffer and gave a little jump. I reached down and put one hand softly on each breast, feeling their heaviness as I pushed slightly on the sides and watched her cleavage gather as I lubed up my cock for her.
I took a deep breath, trying not to shudder. While one hand remained on her full breast, my other slowly slid across and down the other and my other thumb slid down just enough to slide into the tight spot between her tits, slowly squeezing both and so making a space there between the softness of her boobs. I eased my now slippery cock forward and guided it into the warm, pliant valley. I stayed where I was, feeling the pressure of her tits on my penis and watching them gently part as I pressed my lube covered erection between them. My cock was pointing at and almost touching her chin. She looked down and smiled as I began gently thrust my member slowly into her cleavage. As it moved further up, her tits slowly swelled on each side showing the progress of my member on its journey.
“Here, let me help you.” Jessica reached up and pressed her tits together. Her cleavage tightened, being pushed on from the inside out, and my cock added more pressure and volume the further it pushed in and up. My cock head emerged slowly through a curtain of soft flesh, and as I continued to push the front of my groin pushed on her tits, swelling them up and out and showing even more of my shaft. I stopped when I had pushed to the point where my cock was straining against the push of her tits, and my balls were delightfully crushed against her chest. Both her hands were busy, slowly pushing on the sides of her tits, making them swell even more. I waited a millisecond, just to remember the moment. I slowly eased back, watching my cock move back into the folds of her breasts, stopping with a good four inches still inside her cleavage.
“Mmm, well that works! You know… my breasts are going to get bigger as I begin to produce milk for our babies. When we stop having sex… would this be enough? You could fuck my titties any time you wanted…?” she asked, playfully.
“A titty fuck?” I answered without thinking.
“If you want one… any time…” She took several deep breaths with my cock still buried in her tits, “You know I love it when you pay attention to my little boobs.”
I slowly eased back in and watched the cock head reappear above her ample tits as she held them on the sides, then she gently pushed them in to cover the head again. Her tits began to jiggle as I moved and pushed, swelling and stretching with each slow stroke and knead I gave them. With each push in, I could feel the tightening of my balls as they pushed against the lower part of her breasts, and I imagined them being swallowed up by her cleavage along with my shaft. The feeling was so intense. I reached down and pulled on her nipples, plucking on her hardened and dark red nubs of pleasure. She responded by pushing her titties tighter together and I pushed in at the same time, squeezing my cock even harder. I massaged the sides of her breasts as she pulled softly on her nipples. I continued to move in and out of her cleavage, slowly fucking her tits while she pushed them onto my cock; the feeling was exquisite.
She must have known I was getting ready to cum, as she pushed her boobs firmly together, and then began to move her hands and mash her tits onto my cock. Her nipples stretched against the stress, and my cock moved in and out at a steady pace, dribbling precum into her cleavage, my balls pushing a little tighter against her tits. I was watching her lips as I pushed, in my excitement my cock pushing further towards her with each thrust. If she were to open her mouth, I am sure I would have cum instantly, to see her tongue would have finished me off right then!
Jessica held her tits against my cock, moving in time to my rhythm, mouth and eyes closed, but knowing that I was ready to empty my balls for her… all over her. It would have been easy enough to have pushed my cock up hard against her tits, using them as a launching pad on the last thrust and blown my load all over her lips and face and hair, and it would have been a sweet thing to see, cum running down every which way, maybe even getting into her mouth.
“Let it go,” she whispered, her green eyes sparkling, her knowing smile dazzling me.
“J–Jessica,” was all I could manage as thousands of nerve endings fired in wave after wave of pure ecstasy from the rushing river of cum flowing up and out of my solid cock. The first rope of hot, thick, steaming man batter exploded out of my dick. The euphoria slowed time as I watched the unbroken stream fly up in a curve before reversing with gravity back toward my lover’s beautiful waiting face. Our eyes locked as the concentrated masculinity landed on and stuck to her smooth, freckled skin. The rope stretched from her forehead, down the bridge of her nose, over and down her puckered lips, ending at the bottom of her chin. She instinctively opened her mouth, causing the rope to stretch as her lips separated. But as she opened wider, the stress was too much and the rope broke, both ends falling into her mouth and onto her tongue as she stuck it out, staring at me.
Before I could even appreciate the beautiful delivery, the second rope launched out of my feverish cock and flew up above the first, landing on top of her hair, immediately sinking into the red shining locks. I kept pumping and a couple more spurts came out. She slightly turned her head in concert with the pumping and one streak landed on her cheek. She then lifted her face toward me and the other stream landed on her chin, mixing with the first thick rope. A few more diminishing jets of sperm lazily splattered on her freckled cheeks and scrunched closed eyelids. I looked down to see that I had not cum on her tits at all, everything had been spent on her face. Jess was laying back, relaxed, shiny with my pearlescent cum. I slowly backed my cock out of her cleavage, watching her tits wiggle when my tool popped out of its slippery, snug sheath.
“Wow, Jeff! I think you enjoyed that!” She smiled. As my lustful aggression subsided I started to feel the weight of the situation. My wife was below me, looking into my eyes, completely covered by my semen. There was pure blissful nothingness for what seemed like an eternity before she finally broke the silence with, “I meant it; my boobs are big enough for a tit-job and they are only going to get bigger. You can fuck my tits any time you want to.”
“I’m a very lucky man.” I panted, “That was… amazing. I love you, Jessica. No matter what… I will always love you.”
“I love you too,” she smiled that familiar, devastating smile, “for once I have Ellen to thank.” I froze. “I remembered how she went on and on about the tit-job she gave you back in the early days of your relationship. Maybe that’s why you dreamed about her? To prompt my memory?” She chuckled, I sighed in relief. “I just hope you’re feeling better. Now get me a towel and next time… try not to get cum in my hair!”
________
It was as if a dark cloud had descended over me. My parents thought it was due to coming to terms with everything; pressures at work, the pregnancies and Jessica expecting twins. Joseph and Sophie knew the real reason but had wrongly assumed that their ‘solution’ for me to let off some steam with Sophie every now and again, was going to make everything right… as it once had. But it was too late. I had resigned myself to my fate; nothing was going to help now. I found myself looking forward to spending time away with Molly, every Friday night until Sunday morning. It got me away from the house and put some distance between everything that I felt was conspiring against me. I didn’t even need to have sex with Molly; just her being there, understanding, and feeling like I could be myself with someone who loved unconditionally, and who loved me back without any hidden agendas. Well, okay… Molly did have an agenda but it at least wasn’t hidden; she made it clear she was just waiting for us to become a couple and was prepared to wait seven… now technically six and a half years. So okay, we would end up having sex together; after a day of working on the first lodge, we would swim together in the lake… naked… and then warm ourselves up with some hot sex in front of the fire in the first lodge. But even our love making had no other purpose than for us to just feel good and enjoy the closeness of our friendship. Molly called it ‘our therapy session’ and I suppose, in a way, it was.
When I got back home, I could tell everyone was trying to force themselves to make an extra effort with me; to include me, to make me feel that I was part of the process, not just a very convenient sperm donor. But needless to say, I kept my distance from everyone at work, trying to keep my communications with Ellen as emails, rather than train her one-to-one, it wasn’t really working. As the week progressed and the date for the twin’s second scan approached, I retreated into myself, not even trying to contemplate if it was all going to be financially viable. I was on a rollercoaster ride now and everything seemed beyond my control. It would end in disaster and only I could see it coming. I felt powerless and scared, just like I did when Ellen and I were an item. No one noticed, or maybe they did, as once again, their conversations would become hushed around me and as the days went by and I felt so abandoned. I threw myself into babysitting duties with Jacob just so I could be alone. I stopped having sex. No one even batted an eyelid. I went to work every day expecting a bomb to go off, hiding in my office, throwing myself into my work. Richard and the big boss, Mr Hobbs, were very happy. It seemed that Ellen had increased productivity and she had nothing but praise for me, even though I had as little to do with her as possible. And she, to her credit, wasn’t complaining that her training was now being mostly completed online.
By midweek I was getting more and more agitated, looking for my escape at the weekend but knowing it was still days away. Ellen was back from day release and working diligently on her computer, learning the software and practising her new skills and Abigail… Abigail was scrolling through videos on her phone.
“Abigail! Where are the design folios?” I called out from my office angrily, my fuse short and my nerves frayed, “I need them for the lunch meeting with Mr, Hobbs.”
I don’t think Abigail even looked up from her desk. “Huh? Oh, don’t worry! I picked them up… I must have put them down somewhere though,” she called back, while making a half-hearted attempt to look through the paperwork on her desk, “Oh yeah… The stationary room. Yes, I left them in the stationary room! I’ll go and fetch them before your meeting, don’t worry, Jeff–I mean, Mr Winter,” she sang back, not with even the slightest thought that she should probably retrieve them for me as she continued to scroll through her content makers.
The stationary room wasn’t really a room, we occupied a relatively small office space so the stationary room was more like a walk in cupboard. It wasn’t even big enough for more than one person to be in there at a time, and it was a pain to rummage through. I waited a minute, sighed, then stomped past Abigail’s desk as she smiled at me obliviously. I flung the door open and stepped inside rather forcefully, slamming the door behind me and knocking into something warm.
“Oh!” said a startled voice, and I knew I had made a terrible mistake. It was her.
I knew I should say something, do something. Escape! Open the door and leave. Apologise for barging in. But I didn’t. I could see a faint outline of her standing directly in front of me. Our bodies were separated by less than an inch, and I could feel her heat… dangerously close. She froze in fear, but didn’t step backwards despite there being just enough room. I felt a shiver work its way up my spine, and spread slowly across my skin, as the downy hairs on my arms stood out.
“Sorry. I wanted to be helpful. I just heard Abigail say you needed those design folios, and thought I would get them for you.” She spoke quickly, too quickly, and I knew she was still nervous around me.
My body was betraying me. I knew I should have thanked her and stepped out of the cupboard, but I was concentrating on the feeling of my penis pressing against my belt buckle. Had she felt me instantly harden when I knocked into her? Why was I responding sexually to her now! What the fuck was wrong with me?
I cleared my throat. “No, Ellen, it’s okay, it’s my fault. Thank you for showing your initiative.” I spoke in a lower tone than normal, not wanting to frighten her or draw Abigail’s attention that I was alone in a closed cupboard with the blonde, sexy, intern. Just being so close to her was dizzying, and even though I knew it was wrong, I didn’t turn and run. I breathed in her scent, she smelled sweet, familiar and… almost fruity. Strawberries, that was it. It was such a simple scent, but as I exhaled deeply I had never smelt anything so tempting. Most women wore more sophisticated scents, expensive perfumes. The reality came crashing down around me. That’s because she was wearing the same scent she wore when we were dating. That was almost four years ago now.
Fuck. Four years? I remembered back to the last time I saw her; I was still a teenager. Young, naive, and totally smitten with her. But she was more interested in her much older, much more successful, black, sexually experienced boyfriend. The bi-sexual rapist was a peodophile and had raped Sophie, me, had attempted to rape Rachel and was perhaps even more manipulative and coercive than she was. The last time I saw him was when I was in court testifying against her; he had drugged Jessica… the night we showed Ellen what he was truly capable of. That’s when I saw the realisation finally dawn on her, and I saw the compassion she had for the little sister whose head she had smashed in when Jessica confronted her a few months earlier… to warn her off… me. I saw the love she was always capable of, in that moment, as she was led away by the police… and at that same moment… I had forgiven her.
She had managed to stay away from us all for over three years. She wasn’t even invited to the wedding. We all got on with our lives and pretended she didn’t exist. Perhaps that was a mistake. Because she had been planning… she said as much. All that time alone… perhaps she had taken her time… plotting her revenge. She wouldn’t dare hurt her family again… but, as it was with them, I was now fair game. Expendable; I had served my purpose. Ellen’s timing was perfect. I was now weak. I had everything on the line and everything to lose. If her new mission was to lure me in and then utterly destroy me. I wouldn’t see it coming and she would certainly be successful. This would be the price I would pay for standing up to her all those years ago.
But I could see it coming and that was the problem. It was everyone else that was ignoring the catastrophe that was hit. My subconscious mind was screaming. My dreams were trying to warn me; Ellen was back and she would only have only one goal; My destruction.
And here I was standing in a cupboard with her. Ellen. My ex-girlfriend, now my manager’s girlfriend. Her scent triggering memories of how we once were, done intentionally no doubt. Maybe this was it, she could say anything, do anything and I would be held accountable. She could say I inappropriately touched her or worse and my career would be over, the girl who was technically in my care as my employee, a sexual harassment suit waiting to happen. I started to lean closer to the cupboard door, readying myself to squeeze past her to go back to my office.
I was exceptionally conscious of her breathing patterns. I knew I shouldn’t be standing so close to her. I knew I should be saying something. I saw her blue eyes sparkling in the dim light and saw her face, then neck and then her chest begin to flush red. Oh shit! She used to do this when she was aroused. Her freckles seemed to glow and I looked down to see her muscles below her stomach clench as the warm heat rose through her stomach, and spread throughout her loins. Memories of those early days together came flooding back, I was smitten with her beauty. She was over a year older than me and we had slowly become friends, then lovers… She made me into a man; taking my virginity and claiming it as a prize to hold over her little sisters. Back then she sought out the heat of my body and our sex was on her terms. Caught in her gravity there was nothing I wouldn’t do for her… and she used that against me. She must have sensed the need in me as, smiling, she daringly leant forward to reach the folios that were next to my shoulder. She had lots of experience with men, not even boys her age, and right now I was her prey. She was the succubus, sent to claim my soul. Just as her fingers found the folders, her round, firm young breasts made contact with my shirt and I wondered if the delicious contact against her now hard nipples hurt her the way they hurt me; like an electric shock passed between us.
“Got them.” She smiled triumphantly, her eyes darting left to right, looking for something in my eyes.
I recovered my senses and reality crashed back over me. I breathed raggedly. “Yes… well. Good work, thanks.” I said gruffly, as I opened the door and made a hasty escape.
I ran from the room without looking behind me. Safely back in my office, I buried my head in my hands. Fucking hell! She hadn’t even done anything wrong. In fact she had tried to help and that wasn’t the worst part; it was my reaction to her. I was completely in her thrall, dumbstruck by her presence. All she did was offer her assistance and I had turned it into some sordid fantasy encounter! It was all in my head…
…all of it.
Was I going mad? She was my sister-in-law, my trainee, an intern… But she had returned to being the girl of my dreams and my worst nightmare rolled into one. I needed to get a grip! I needed to see her as everyone else at Imagine This saw her; as simply a beautiful colleague who sat three desks away, smiling at people… as though she knew secrets they didn’t. I stared at my computer screen and tried not to think about what had happened… but then found I was thinking about her constantly. Then obsessively. Soon, I couldn’t tell whether I was watching her or whether she was watching me.
As the day went on Ellen started appearing in places she couldn’t possibly have been; the men’s room. In the steam of my coffee. In every reflection. That night, I dreamed about her. Then every night. Every morning, she was still there, at her desk. And on mine, I could swear there was a strand of blonde hair, a lipstick mark on my mug, and my wedding photograph lying face down.
When I confronted her she stared at me with cold, puzzled eyes.
“No, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ellen whispered. “Is everything okay?”
Everything was not okay. My hands began shaking and I blamed it on a lack of coffee and she diligently marched to the office kitchen to make me one. Driving home my phone rang.
Her number.
I answered.
For several seconds, there was silence, a hint of breathing… or was that me? Then her voice whispered: “You need to stop looking for me now.”
I froze. “Where are you?”
A pause. “I’m sitting behind you.”
I slowly turned.
Nobody was there.
But in the dark window, reflected behind my shoulder, stood the blonde succubus. Smiling. And when I spun around again, she was gone. Only the reflection remained. I understood then that I wasn’t afraid of her anymore. I was afraid that she wasn’t real.
And worse; I was beginning to suspect that I was the one haunting her.
My phone hadn’t even registered her call. I didn’t even have her number! I kept questioning normality, but also I started questioning reality. Reality was a dream, and was I the dreamer? What was outside the dream? Nothing. What was the purpose of my life? Why did I create this? If I did, why did I insist that I had to suffer? Because I was bored. There was no good or bad, right or wrong, it was just a game for my enjoyment. A simulation to learn about myself. I’d created this setting, I’d divided myself into different points of view, and I’d forgotten that I had made everything to make the experience more interesting, to see how much time it took for me to get the pieces together, and to see how my pieces interact. I always loved a good puzzle. I loved solving problems. And then what? Then I could start again, thanks to my ability to forget, I could play this simulation forever! Ellen was just another part of me I created to test myself with. A perfect adversary. My Moriarty.
While all those thoughts assaulted me I found I could continue with my routines. I felt like I was wearing a mask for my family, and they were happy to see this new persona emerge… so I saw no need to remove it. At work I could be someone else; cool, calm, efficient. Professional. And they loved me! I was quite distracted as you can imagine. Some of my colleagues thought I was on some form of medication but the reality was… I had worked it all out. And knowing that, I felt I could continue, bracing myself for the next new challenge… which was sure to come.
So for increasing amounts of time, reality would feel real again; I would feel small, with no control over it. I would feel confident, because I knew the truth, I knew that nothing mattered. But then I remember a dream could become a nightmare, and a new concern assaulted me. My own fear could manifest instantly as something bad, and I became scared of being scared. It felt like I was in a horror movie, pretty much like the dark side of Silent Hill. I would feel a presence, and I would feel alone and helpless. And then I would switch back to “normal”.
After this revelation by the end of the week I was surprisingly calm heading into work, trying desperately to reimagine Ellen as just Richard’s girlfriend, not the woman who had taken my virginity and changed my life. I was coping better with her being so close all the time. Richard often talked about Ellen and her journey and indeed, she seemed like she could be trusted, but that would be everyone’s first mistake. She definitely didn’t sound like the Eleanor that I had lusted after through my teenage years. Helen… Ellen… for fucks sake! Not even a single alarm bell had sounded. When she had Jerome I was very much just a play thing to string along. Now she had someone new, someone that was exciting, someone she said she really loved. It could just be a huge coincidence that he ended up as my line manager? Not without my brains ‘devine’ intervention, I laughed. Ellen had almost certainly been seeing Richard for longer than I had been working under him. No, she couldn’t have predicted that I would be here… could she? Just a coincidence then, against all the odds… or did I need to fear for my life? Should I warn my family about an imminent attack? The twins were pregnant, this would be the worst timing. No, I needed to face her, find out what her plan was… her endgame… and defuse whatever cataclysm she was preparing for us. That was my mission. That was the next puzzle to solve.
I would solve it. I watched Ellen, strolling happily into work arm in arm with Richard until they parted and he headed to his office and she took up position at her desk. As she sat down and tried to make eye contact with me again. I buried my face in the design portfolio I was preparing and fired up my computer. I wouldn’t make it easy.
Ellen was a sexy, strong woman who flaunted her curves and knew how to work them to her advantage but she was Richard’s girlfriend now. But she was also my intern, as crazy as that sounded; she wasn’t a naïve little girl who just happened to be fucking irresistible and now my colleague. I grimaced. She wasn’t so innocent, she knew the effect she had had on me when her ample, impossibly perky breasts crushed against my chest. She knew that my eyes almost rolled into the back of my head as I felt the weight of them against me, whilst I fought from pushing back up against her and letting her feel my massive, unrelenting erection. The things I would do to her if she was absolutely any other girl and if I wasn’t married. I was still clearly besotted and that unnerved me. I pinged off my emails and concentrated on anything but her. But I did notice that she disappeared for an hour, mid-morning, I assumed it was for a break, but she returned with a small briefcase and a smile.
As lunchtime approached I was pretty surprised when my office phone rang. It was Abigail. I looked over at her desk and watched her wave as she explained that she would be going downstairs into the file room with Mr Hobbs for most of the afternoon. Rishard had already gone off on site so I was effectively in charge. I would be alone in the department. And that Ellen had spent the whole morning staring at me. As she headed for the elevator, I panicked. I thought about locking the office door and telling Ellen I had some important deadline but Ellen knew what my itinerary was. Maybe I could feign some sickness myself and head back home? No, the blonde succubus was already staring at me, she would know she had won if I left because of her. She certainly could tell I wasn’t dying of anything. Still, I didn’t really want to talk to her, there was nothing to talk about and I couldn’t see any point in reopening old wounds. I watched, nervously, as Eleanor stood up and headed for my office door. I quickly switched on my computer to pretend I was in the middle of something but it was far too slow to load up.
There was a knock at the door and it swung open. Ellen looked incredible; did my mind create her? If I had, then I commended myself. She was at least six feet in her three-inch stiletto heels, I figured she probably run 5’9″ to 5’10” barefoot. Her stockings were silk, and they encased a breathtaking pair of legs that just kept going upwards. She wore a rather short black skirt, with an emerald green jacket covering a pure white work blouse. The overall effect was not so much to cover her body, as to accentuate the delicious curves that were so apparent. Her blonde hair was swept back from her face, and silken curls cascaded down her back, halfway to a perfectly shaped ass. Her breasts were large, but not excessively so, and her hips were perfectly flared. But what was easily her most captivating feature were her eyes. They were a perfect blue colour, and looked like they had been carved out of sapphire. They transformed her; from merely beautiful, to absolutely stunning.
She smiled when she saw me, “Hello. Are you okay, Jeff? You look tired, let me make you a coffee. Caramel latte?” She suggested politely.
“Errr, Yes please, Ellen. You remembered…”
“I remember every second we spent together.” She said as she headed off towards the office kitchen.
Damn it, why did she have to say that and why did I interpret it as something else! Still, she was trying to be professional and was already one step ahead of Abigail. Abby would have me making her coffee by now! She had always been pretty good at getting what she wanted. My computer had booted up and I had logged in as Ellen returned with two big mugs of coffee. It looked good. It smelled good. She put the coffee down on my desk and pulled up the designer chair to sit opposite me. Okay… so this was it. We were going to try and have a civil conversation after three years of acrimony. I was going to finally find out what it was she wanted from me.
Ellen looked like the succubus from my dreams, which wasn’t helping at all. She now had a nose piercing, subtle, but it was there, sparkling. Her formerly shoulder length blonde hair was now very long and platinum blonde, just like how Sophie’s was before she had my baby. It was styled and artfully teased with gentle curls hanging to her shoulders. Her short skirt fitted her like a second skin and her white satin blouse with a draped neckline that exposed a glimpse of her substantial cleavage. I tried to keep my cool but Ellen saw me looking at her and flashed me a dazzling smile.
“No one is coming in today. Richard is out on-site and Abby says she has lots of filing to do downstairs. I’m glad we’re going to be alone and we have this time to really talk.”
“Me too. I want to know what you want. I was beginning to wonder if I misunderstood you. You look… different… I mean… I guess things are going well for you?” I stammered.
“Aren’t you sweet!…You’re looking very well yourself… How long has it been since the verdict?…”
I was immediately stung that Ellen could ask such a thing. She obviously hadn’t been counting the hours like I had.
“Three years.” I sipped on my very hot latte and the conversation lumbered along for fifteen minutes or so through fairly safe territory… ‘What was new?’,… ‘Why the career change?’, …’Had you talked to so and so lately?’. Then I found myself asking a question that I had promised myself I wouldn’t ask.
“So how are you and Richard getting along?”
Ellen looked at me with a cool smile for a moment. This was it. Now we would get to the truth. She leaned across the table, her voice becoming only slightly more than a whisper, like we were about to discuss deep, dark secrets. When she leaned towards me her blouse opened slightly revealing enticing cleavage and I forced myself to look down into the remains of my coffee.
“Actually… it’s going great! Richard’s a wonderful man, really interesting! We are into the same things and ended up being good for each other; I was too wild, and he calmed me down. He was too reserved, and I helped him find his confidence. We enjoy a quiet life, with good times, great sex! We’ve been away twice together, once skiing in Switzerland and once to a beach resort in Bermuda! It was so exciting… You would have loved it…”
I looked up and found myself staring down Ellen’s blouse as she leaned conspiratorially towards me. There, barely contained in a little black bra, were the two gorgeous pink breasts that I used to love to fondle. Sometimes she would get on her knees and take me between those resilient globes, much as Jessica had done earlier in the week, urging me to fuck her tits until I’d finally cum all over her chest. I couldn’t help but start to get hard as those memories came rushing back. I had been living with Sophie’s eldest daughter for six months, long before I had even seen Rachel or Jessica. In those early days Ellen was fantastic, I loved spending time with her… but now all I felt was dread.
“I don’t understand Ellen. Then why are you here? Why are you so fascinated by me? What do you want?…”
Casually, Ellen let one hand slip onto my leg under the table as she leaned even closer to me. Gently she began to rub my thigh. Innocently. As a friend my offer reassurance… or tenderness.
“I’ve seen you watching me just as much as I’ve been watching you. Maybe we are just fascinated by each other? I do miss this you know… just us…” she had a far away look in her eyes, “But you’re right, I’m here for a reason. You always work it out! The way you do that… It really fascinates me! It’s like you can read my thoughts! Am I in yours…?”
“Why do you want to make me suffer?” I almost cried.
“No, No! I’m not here to torment you… sorry, sometimes I just can’t help myself when I’m around you,” as she said the words she leaned back and buttoned up her blouse. “I am here because I need to talk to you…”
“Why me? Why here? Why now?”
“Because I owe you.” I didn’t respond. Instead I studied the way she seemed to study me. She had dressed to impress, wearing a tiny little black skirt, tight white shirt and killer heels. She still had the cutest little smile and giggle and I could have gotten lost in her almost clear blue eyes, so much like her mother’s. Ellen seemed to just accept my silence with a sigh. Then she stood up and headed to her briefcase back at her desk. I watched her tight little ass wiggle as she walked away from me and her long blonde hair fell all the way down to it. She was still irresistible.
She turned back towards me and smiled when she knew I had been staring at her, that sexy crooked smile of hers, it was like everything she was doing was designed to chip away at my resistance. But I would remain strong. Sophie had helped condition me against her: Every time Ellen flashed me that smile, I’d want to take Sophie in my arms and kiss her. Every time I said no to Ellen, her mother gave herself to me. In the end I realised I was in love with Sophie, not Ellen. I walked away from my abusive relationship with Eleanor and ended up in an illicit but far more loving relationship with her married mother. Not long after, we conceived our first child together. I looked at Ellen now… and still saw Sophie… still felt Sophie’s love. But Ellen’s smile confessed that she knew things that I didn’t know but should have known. That smile was all the evidence I needed to know that she still loved me and was going to do everything she could to wrap me around her finger. She headed back to the office chair and sat down facing me.
“I owe you. Open it.” She said and handed me her briefcase. Opening it I could see it was full with neatly wrapped bundles of bank notes… large denominations. What the fuck! This was an absolutely huge amount of cash! A fortune!
“Why have you brought me all this money, Ellen?” I gulped.
“I moved in with Richard last Christmas, I sold the flat you gave me. It felt wrong to keep the money, it wasn’t mine. I hadn’t earned it. And the area was on the up… property prices went through the roof! The money is yours. I need to make reparations.”
I looked at the staggering amount contained within the briefcase. This would be enough to put a deposit on my own place… a small home for Jessica and my growing family.
“Really? You expect me to believe that? What’s the catch?”
“For this… there’s no catch. I need to start putting things right and it’s not as easy as I thought it would be. Because… well… you just don’t need to be so secretive with me. It’s unnecessary. I know all your dreams…” she let her words sink in. Her blue eyes were glowing. Communicating. If she was created by my dark thoughts. How could I defeat an enemy that was, essentially, myself? Her gaze held mine, as if reading my mind. I felt the cold tendrils once again wrap themselves around my heart.
“I know about… everything… you know?”
Suddenly my heart stopped. What could she possibly know? Fuck! If she was just a manifestation I had created to test myself with then… she would know everything I would know. Everything! She saw my panicked look and continued talking softly.
“I know Jessica is pregnant. Congratulations by the way… the wedding looked wonderful, I wish I was there to see it.” I couldn’t breathe. I started to try to form words but she put a slender finger to my lips, shaking her head. “Let me say this…” I nodded as my heart began to pound, I could feel the blood rushing in my ears. The room felt very hot. “I always knew that Jessica had fallen for you. I literally watched her fall in love with you in just a matter of seconds. We had just moved in. We were unpacking boxes, moving into our rooms and I followed her eyes to whatever had made her go all… gooey. There you were, next door, helping your parents. I had never believed in love at first sight but I was seeing it actually happen before my eyes in my little sister. I felt protective of her… but I suppose I felt more jealous of her. Love. Pure love. I never felt that… not even with Jerome. I vowed to myself to have those feelings for myself and immediately ran downstairs to greet you. The rest is history, the hardest part was when Rachel also started looking at you with doe eyes! Keeping Jessica away from you was hard enough! I wanted you all for myself… and did anything and everything to make that happen… I’m sorry. So sorry.”
I was breathing deep long breaths, staring at Ellen’s eyes. She looked different than how she normally looked. To me it seemed like a weight had been lifted from Ellen’s shoulders… she actually said sorry… to me! She smiled again. I remembered the first time I saw that smile directed at me, it was as if it were a magical light bulb that lit up her face and warmed my heart. When she smiled at me like that, I felt my defenses weaken. Whether in the sunlight that glistened the highlights of her blonde hair from pale yellow to bright blonde and to every golden shade in between, or in the moonlight that teased me with her shapely shadow, her soft, sensual smile was a light that seemingly only shined upon me. When looking deep in her big, blue eyes, every time I looked at her, I remember thinking how pretty she was. Like being mesmerised by the flames in a fireplace and seeing beauty with every flash of colour and flicker of the fire, or seeing something different, when looking at the changing colours of the ocean or watching white, puffy clouds changing shape in the sky, as they rolled by, I couldn’t take my eyes from her. Ellen was captivating.
“You were perfect for me… but for some reason I couldn’t make you see it.” Her words brought me back to the present. “Jerome looked at me with a passion that you never did… like I belonged to him. I found him to be addicting and yeah, I would do wild things with him but you… you were always my love… I just needed to make you see that you were meant for me. I thought we were perfect together but every time I tried to force you to fall in love with me… I just pushed you further away. I couldn’t keep you away from Jessica’s gaze forever and it hurt like hell when you two finally met. I had kept you apart but as soon as you were together… There were fireworks. Love found a way and I felt all the more jealous as you both instantly had what I was always looking for. I’m glad you ended up together and I’m sorry I kept you apart.”
There was that word again. “You’re s–sorry?” it was all I could say. Her confession washed over me. I tried to breathe, calm myself and try to say something… anything! But Ellen kept talking.
“What I didn’t see coming was your relationship with my Mom.”
I started hyperventilating and Ellen immediately shot up, pulled me out of the office chair and dragged me to the office couch. She sat me down and brought me a glass of water. Ellen knew. She knew that I had slept with her mother. Ellen knew… everything? She sat down beside me and put an arm around me. I felt a cold shiver run through me.
“I’ll just say it. Get it all out of the way. I know it’s hard to hear,” Ellen said softly into my ear. “When we… broke up… I knew you started having sex with my Mom. I know you all tried to hide it but it was obvious. I saw the way she looked at you. I saw the way my Dad treated you. I also know all about my Dad’s kinks, where do you think I got mine from? He let you cuckold him because he likes making love to his wife after he had given her to another man. I never expected that man to be you!” Ellen giggled I gulped down some water, “I didn’t see that coming at all. But it all made sense when you got my Mom pregnant.”
I spat out the water all over myself.
“Mom always wanted another baby and Dad wanted a son. Dad’s been shooting blanks for years and their relationship was going downhill… but you turned up, knocked up my Mom and gave my Dad the son he’s always wanted. Jacob is a beautiful baby. I should thank you for giving me a brother. Thank you, Jeff.” Ellen kissed my cheek and sat there hugging me tightly while I came to terms with what she knew.
“How-How-How did you know… about me and… your Mom?”
“Like I said, I didn’t really see it coming. It wasn’t until I went to the hospital to be with my Mom when she gave birth to your son and I realised you were there, but being kept out of sight. She has forgiven me, you know?”
“You-You-You were at the hospital!” Ellen nodded. “I saw you there! I remember you being there. Molly kept me in my Mom’s office but I saw you… on the CCTV… I thought I imagined you…”
“Molly? Now Molly is the surprise package! She was in the clubs back in the day, looking for love but within very specific parameters. She tried too hard to be an Emo and was never considered pretty. She came across as a moody lesbian and was completely unapproachable! You turned her straight! Now she’s some exotic Princess and so adorably cute I’d even consider being gay for her. I can see why Rachel spends her weekends sleeping with her. I like Molly. I approve of Molly. Jessica is going to need to work much harder to make sure she keeps you out of her bed. If she ever forgives me I’ll give her some tips because… that little sister of mine keeps on making basic mistakes.”
The news hit me like a freight train. For a moment, I didn’t understand it. Then something inside me seemed to give way. The room began to move. Not dramatically; not like the walls were spinning in some impossible storm but subtly, horribly, as though the floor had become a ship beneath my feet. I reached for the edge of the sofa, certain that if I let go, I would fall. My stomach lurched. I closed my eyes, but that made it worse. Behind my eyelids, everything whirled. Up became down. Left became right. I couldn’t tell whether I was standing or falling. I heard someone speaking to me, but their voice seemed impossibly distant.
I opened my eyes.
The room was still there.
Ellen was still there.
And somehow, that was worse than the vertigo.
I lowered myself slowly onto the floor and pressed my palms against it, desperately searching for something that felt solid. But nothing did. Not the floor. Not the room. Not even the life I had believed I was standing in only moments before.
“I know this is all hard for you to take in and I can only apologise. My parents looked to you for inspiration and they forgave me, just as you did. It didn’t happen instantly, like it did when you forgave me, but they let me back into their hearts and in a way… it kept the flame of hope and love burning for you inside mine… for you. Jeff, please don’t worry, they forbade me from ever seeing you or the twins. But they do invite me over every now and again when they know you’re all not going to be there, or they now come to visit me at Richard’s. You helped heal our relationship… I’ve never felt closer to them and I’ve finally forgiven my Mom… after years of therapy. I understand Jessica and Rachel are in therapy too now?” I nodded, trying to moderate my breathing pattern, trying to keep the panic at bay, “It figures. We all got broken but you fixed us… showed us where we were getting it wrong…”
“This–can’t–be–happening,” I said in emotionless tones, “I’m trapped in a nightmare!”
“I only want to make your dreams come true, Jeff,” she said tenderly as she sank down to join me on the floor, “So where was I… oh yes… baby Jacob. When I held him in my arms and looked at him and saw you staring right back at me. That’s when I knew. He looks just like you! You and my Mom had made my little brother together and I must admit… I felt a little jealous but I could see what it meant to her and my Dad. I could see what he even meant to you! I wasn’t going to tell anyone that my mother was having sex with you, I love her. I won’t disappoint her ever again. Somehow fucking my little brother into her fixed my Mom and Dad’s relationship. Oh and while we are on the subject I know you’ve knocked up Rachel as well.”
“Fuck!” I exclaimed and tried to stand up. My legs weren’t co-operating and I fell down immediately. I tried to stand back up again but landed back on my ass on the floor against the side of the sofa. She put an arm around me to support me, holding on, her body close to mine.
“I also know, when you get home tonight, they are going to tell you the genders of your children; Jessica is expecting twin girls and Rachel will give birth to your son. They decided to spare you the anxiety of going to the hospital and went this morning. That’s why I went to the bank. It’s all I could withdraw in one go but I promise I’m good for the rest. There that’s it. That’s all I know. Everything. I’m glad we got this time together. Despite everything we used to have some good times, didn’t we?” Ellen asked with sparkling eyes.
Paranoia engulfed me in an instant. I could feel the blood rising in my face in growing outrage. They had gone to the hospital without me? Ellen knew the babies’ genders before I did! Twin girls! A boy! I should have been rejoicing but all I could do was shake and fight the dark rage threatening to ignite within me.
I was reeling. She knew everything. I had been so careful to keep her out of our lives but I might as well not have bothered. And my own family had conspired against me and told her the things that we worked hard to keep secret. Who else knew about Jacob’s conception? How was she already so close to her parents that they were happy to inform her of the scan and the results but never even considered telling me? They didn’t even tell me they were going! I truly was alone. My warped mind had certainly served up a sanity breaking scenario… but that was their mistake.
It focused me.
I would rise to this latest challenge. I would take back control. I wouldn’t let Ellen win.
“How did you know I was here, at Imagine This? Where does Richard fit into all of this?”
“Oh, yeah… I suppose that might look strange. I met Richard in therapy long before you ever met him. We had both recently been through… an acrimonious breakup… and we just kinda hit it off. Opposites attract huh? I was already sleeping with him when I saw your application one night on his desk. I made sure your name was on the top of the pile. It’s also true that I want a career change. I was thinking more along the lines of interior design but Richard’s architectural ramblings must have lit something inside of me because… here I am. I did tell him I wanted to work in his office because I knew I would get to work with you. We would be forced to communicate with each other. I’m glad the opportunity to talk has arisen so quickly… after what happened between us… earlier this week.”
Fuck! Fuck Fuckity Fuck! She was going to destroy me.
“I can’t believe this! You walk out on me to be with Jerome after torturing me with your sex games. You stay clear of my life for three years but you know everything that ever happened while you were away. Then you want to see me so you can tell me how you’re going to blackmail me, pay me off, and then go back to your new boyfriend, my best friend, and gloat at how–”
“Stop!” Ellen commanded, much in the same tone Sophie used to get me to just pause and think. “Stop… I’m sorry… I really am sorry. I love you, you know I do and I won’t do anything to hurt my family. Not again. Never again! The secret is safe. Do you hear me? It’s okay. I’m not going to try to blackmail you. Think, Jeff. You’re a good thinker. Is it customary for the blackmailer to give money to the blackmail victim?” She said looking at the open briefcase on my desk.
“No…”
“I’m trying to put things right. I put you through hell and I don’t expect your forgiveness, not ever. I did unspeakable things to my little sisters. They may never forgive me either. But I now see a new generation of my family appearing and I don’t want to be… sidelined…” I watched as her blue eyes began to fill with water. “I don’t want to be the big sister everyone hates… I want to know my nieces… My nephew… My little brother… I don’t want everyone to hate me anymore.”
Could this be… Eleanor? Could she even be this sincere? Had she changed? I immediately felt myself moving closer to the grief stricken siren. “Look… My children… will get to know you… somehow. You’re here. Back in my life… it’s only a matter of time before Jessica and Rachel find out and then it’s all over for me… but not for you; you’re family. They would hate to admit it but they would do anything for family; even forgive you. I’d be ruined; they’d never forgive me for keeping you a secret. But you’re right, your parents have already paved the way. You could return and the twins will see you for who you are, and if they see Eleanor, the woman I know you really are deep down inside, the woman I fell in love with all those years ago… then there will be nothing to forgive.”
She froze in disbelief; she turned and looked at me. She stared for two or three seconds to make sure it wasn’t a dream and she threw herself into my arms, hugging me tightly as if I would try to get away. Finally she looked at me again. I kissed her forehead and she began to cry. I held her close, stroking her back until the tears ended.
“It’s going to take a long time, Ellen.” I said calmly, “I don’t forgive you for the things you did to the twins… and the pain you inflicted upon me just because you were jealous.”
“I will do all that I can to convince you… for as long as it takes.”
“And I still won’t accept the money.”
“It’s not mine, it’s yours!” she pleaded, “You need it. You’re married. You’re going to have twin girls… redheads… just like them…”
“I don’t want there to be anything that ties us together. I’m just not interested in the money. You get to have a future but me… my future… I’m already on borrowed time. And how would it look if I turned up with a briefcase full of cash and couldn’t tell them where it all came from? You’re not thinking, Ellen.”
“But we are tied together, through family and now we’re work colleagues. We’re going to spend more time like this together… they will find out I’m back eventually, you said it yourself!” Ellen protested but she just continued smiling as I vented. She could see I was looking for a solution to this impossible problem. “I need to start paying for my crimes and make my reparations so I have a chance of redemption. Jessica, Rachel, Mom and even Molly are now interwoven into your life… I want to be part of that… all of it… counted among them… with them… with you?”
“You can’t be with me, Ellen… and never like that! If your sister’s forgiveness is what you’re looking for then taking your money isn’t the answer. Having you back in my life in any way–What are you doing?”
Ellen had moved one hand up to her face to wipe her eyes. Then, as I was speaking, she started playing with the neckline of her blouse, idly pulling it down and away from her breasts.
“You can’t be serious Ellen… How could you possibly think I’d be… I’d be… interested in any sort of relationship with you? We are colleagues. Nothing more. You’re my Boss’ girlfriend!” I stuttered.
I was having trouble completing my thoughts. My eyes were helplessly following Ellen’s finger as she teasingly revealed more and more of her gently heaving breasts. She always knew how to push my buttons. Despite my hurt and my anger and my fervent wish that it wasn’t happening, my penis was hardening in my pants as Ellen distracted me with her sumptuous breasts. The blonde’s smile broadened as she saw how confused she was making me. She twisted her shoulders, deliberately making her creamy melons shift and sway in her satin bra.
“Judging by the way you’ve been staring at my tits, I’d say you were maybe just a little bit interested in something more than us being colleagues.”
My eyes snapped up into Ellen’s at her rude remark. “Well, I’m not interested! Despite what you may think!” I replied. “Forgiveness is earned… if you’re serious about finding some form of redemption–”
“Jeff, I’m just kidding!” Ellen interrupted. She laughed as my heart tried to remember how to function. “But then again… do you remember how much fun we used to have? Remember that first time we had dinner at your parents? I kept feeling you up under the dining room table and your mother kept asking you if you were all right. You could hardly wait to get us out of there and me into your bedroom. But I was being so bad that night. I think I had your cock in my mouth before we were even out of your parent’s sight. You wanted me to stop but I wouldn’t. My God! I thought you were going to drown me! You came so much! We were insatiable back then. I know I treated you badly but don’t forget the good times we had. I remember how spontaneous we were and when we made love… you liked me then didn’t you? Don’t tell me you didn’t!” Ellen teased.
“Ellen!… For God’s sake!…Think about where we are!…” I hissed, looking around the empty office nervously. Ellen’s hot reminiscing was getting me really horny.
“It’s true. I need to be more professional. Because I have more that I need to say.” Ellen began making herself look more presentable, tucking her hair behind her ears and rearranging her breasts in her bra.
“What more is there to say?” I gasped trying to regain control of my raging hormones.
“I want something.”
Here it comes. This is what all of this has been about.
“Richard and I… well, I’m doing more than just okay for money, as you can probably tell,” she said, glancing over to the briefcase. “I worked 24/7 after the trial just trying to forget about everything. I saved up a lot of money so I could afford to change my career. But I didn’t factor in Richard or his generosity. So my savings look like they are going to go untouched…” She looked up at me nervously. “I want my sisters to have the future I wanted to have… with you.”
“You can’t pay off me, and you can’t pay off your sisters!”
“Listen, I’m sorry okay, I don’t mean for this to come out the way it’s going to sound. I’m trying to do it for the right reasons. I want you to someday understand. So… I want you to do me a favour… favours; I want you to start putting in a good word with my sisters. My Mom and Dad will help but I know that I don’t need to convince them, they’ve already forgiven me, they will want to do what is right. I know it will take time… lots of time… but I want to be a good aunt to your children one day. I don’t want them to hate me. I don’t want you to hate me…”
“Hate is a strong word, Ellen. I don’t hate you but–”
“That’s fine! That’s enough for now! Not hating me is enough…” tears began to well in her eyes again.”
“I’m sorry Ellen, I can’t do it. I can’t do that for money.”
“Then I’m sorry…” her tears began to streak down her cheeks, “you know… if I was the Ellen you think I am, I would be blackmailing you right now. I’m a young woman, alone, in my manager’s office. The old me would twist all of this to my advantage! But that’s not who I am any more. If you don’t want to do it for your children and their financial security. If you don’t want to do it for Jessica or my entire family. If you don’t want to do this for yourself… then… do it for me? Give me hope!” she began sobbing, “…please? I could have told everyone you had a sordid affair with my mother. Everyone could know that your forbidden sex resulted in an illegitimate child that my Dad was forced to adopt! I could have told everyone you cheated on your pregnant wife… by sleeping with her twin sister, impregnating her too. The world would have known that you were an adulterer… a sick excuse for a man… worse even than Jerome.”
“It would be your word versus everyone elses…”
“But people love to see successful people come undone. They would believe it anyway, wouldn’t they?” Ellen was really sobbing now. Was blackmailing me really hurting her so much?
“I see! And if I do you these favours, you’ll keep the secret?”
“No… well, yes! And give you the rest of the money.”
“I don’t want it!” I managed to haul myself to my feet and step backwards, towards the door, away from the threat.
I felt my stomach drop, like it does, when you come up over the top on an amusement park ride. Like I was standing on Ellen’s gallows and the trap door had opened up beneath me plunging me down towards oblivion with a hangman’s noose around my neck. I opened my mouth. Not a sound came out. I turned away and took a step toward the door.
“No, hear me out,” she called out, “Don’t leave!” Her voice was shrill, plaintive. Ellen was standing just behind me. I felt her fingers on my arm. “I wouldn’t say a thing. I didn’t say anything even when I could! Please don’t go?” I stood there for a moment, trying to control my rising anxiety. Fight or flight. My body was choosing flight… but maybe there was a third option. If I could only think!
She clutched my arm. “Try to understand,” she said. She stepped in closer. I could feel her breathing on my neck, her nipple poking through her blouse, her thigh through the thin cotton of her small skirt. “I know it seems I’m being selfish,” she said, “But I’m doing it for my family and now you’re part of my family.” I swallowed, feeling a fierce hot anger building inside me. I started to pull away, but she pressed her nails into my flesh. “I promised I’d never hurt you… and this is all coming out wrong,” she moaned, eyes darting, clinging tightly to my arm.
I turned on her.
“This is all wrong!” I yelled back into her startled face. “You, the twins, your parents, everything! I wish I never met any of you!” I breathed, panting through my mouth. A little spittle landed on her cheek.
“Don’t say that–”
“Stop fucking talking, Ellen!” I stared at her. Her mouth was open, looking up. A tear made its way down to her lip. I saw her small pink tongue. I watched her touch her lip with it, tasting her own tears.
“Please, help me… I can only be saved by you, Jeff. Only you can save me–”
“What about Richard? Don’t you have any feelings for him? Why is everyone just so expendable to you?”
“I do love Richard but… I always want what I can’t have. I will be whoever you need me to be; the professional intern. Your dream student. A secret lover. A friendly sister-in-law. All your secrets are safe with me. You’ll never love me, I’m not stupid, I know that… but just let me feel like I once did… when I was with you.”
I lost it and pushed her. I shoved her slim body with all my strength. Her nails tore into my arm as she fell backwards. Unbalanced and falling backwards, she was unable to break her fall and cried out, falling badly. I reached out to try to catch her but it was too late. My hands clawed at her blouse and the remaining buttons immediately failed, pinging off in all directions as she landed on her butt on the couch. She looked up in complete shock as she stared at my arm. Four deep, red scratches immediately opened up and began to bleed. I watched her shaking, almost cowering before she finally curled into a little ball as I stood over her, staring down at the shivering blonde.
“I’m sorry,” she looked up at me and began to sob again, “I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness. I deserve your anger. I’ve felt so lost… so alone.”
I swallowed, still breathing hard. I unclenched my fists. I stared. “Ellen?” My voice sounded hollow, rasping. She hugged her knees up to her chest; her hair had fallen across her face. I thought of the twins, my unborn babies. What sort of future could I offer them? One way or another my life was over. There must be a third option I hadn’t considered. An impossible solution to this impossible situation. Why, with Ellen, did it feel like I was making a deal with the devil if I went along with any of her wishes? Finally I knelt down to her side, ignoring my own injury, concerned that I may have hurt her. I touched her gently on the shoulder. “Ellen?”
“No,” she mumbled wetly, quietly. “I hurt you. I’m going to go see Mr Hobbs as soon as he’s finished downstairs with Abigail… I never learn my lessons.” she said. “I’m sorry, just take the briefcase and I’ll leave. You have every right to be angry. I never meant to hurt you. You’re bleeding! I’ll resign immediately. I’ll tell Richard everything!”
I felt a painful swelling growing in my chest. It rose into my throat, choking me.
“Ellen–” I tried to swallow.
She shook her head. I could see her pale freckled face, the streaks of her mascara running down her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I really am.”
I opened my mouth. Not a sound came out. I knelt there and watched her breathing. A pool of tears had gathered along her nose. “Ellen–”
Her blouse was hanging open. A narrow slit of blue appeared between her eyelids. She was looking up at me.
I gathered myself and stood. “Ellen,” I said, “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have done that, I shouldn’t have lost my temper. Violence isn’t going to solve this. Just let me think!” I turned away, but I heard her call my name. “Let me take a minute to just calm down…”
She was looking up at me, wiping her tears and hair from her swollen eyes. “Does that mean… You’ll agree?”
I inhaled. “I didn’t say that.”
“I understand but… please listen,” she said, “One last time?” Her blue eyes were rimmed with red. Her blonde framed face was smeared with tears. “I just want to feel loved again. Part of my family… part of your family,” she stammered, “Please! I would never tell anyone anything. I’d destroy everything and everyone if I did. Including myself. Richard would kick me out. My parents would disown me… again. The twins would kill me. All I want is one shot at redemption.”
Take her money, agree to her terms. I was doomed anyway. What did I have to lose?
Refuse her help, tell everyone myself and face the consequences of my actions as a man. I’d be a doomed man but I’d go down with some honour. I had this coming.
Or a third option… something I hadn’t thought of to unravel this psychological mess.
She knelt there, trembling. “Please say it?” she said, “Say that we have a deal. Tell me you can work with me… be with me… I’ll be your work wife? We can make this work so everyone wins.”
We stared at each other for a long moment. “I’m the one who should resign.” I said, defeated, then I turned to go again.
“No!” she cried. She wrapped her arms around me, around my knees. “Wait!” I inhaled, and slowly let it out. I turned back. “Don’t do that. Richard needs you. I need you…” she breathed quietly. I could see the smooth white contours of the insides of her breasts. Her hair was tangled, her blouse and skirt were torn, and eyeliner streaked her face.
An impossible conundrum. What was the alternative?
A third option; Work with her? Figuratively and literally. Pave the way for her return. The twins would find out about her anyway, let it be through me when the time was right. Trust her. Trust that everything she was saying was true. After all, if she was a figment of my imagination then that meant she was a part of me. She knew me… but I knew her. I knew the darkness was part of us both and that would be the secret I would keep; that we were both corrupt, trying to pretend we were normal. I certainly wasn’t normal. Not any more.
“How about I make you a counter-proposal?” I asked. Ellen looked up in bewildered astonishment. “I’m sorry but as much as I’d like to, I can’t take the money. If I did, there would be far too many questions I couldn’t answer… if you’re ever going to be accepted by your little sisters?”
“Do–Do you have a solution?” she asked with hope shining behind her eyes.
“Only if you agree to my terms.”
“Jeff, I’d agree to anything. Anything.” She batted her eyelids and the last of her tears fell down her lightly freckled cheeks.
“Then I will work with you. You’re family now… and that’s got to mean something. You’re my sister-in-law. I won’t do this for money. I won’t do it under threat of blackmail. But I will do it because my children deserve to know their aunt Eleanor… not Helen. Not Ellen. You can all be a happy family… because I still don’t think I’m going to survive this… but you will… and my babies are going to need protection from someone who understands that life isn’t kind, or caring, or generous. I will trust you, Ellen. But the price I demand is your devotion to them.”
Ellen looked shocked, her eyes widened, her face filling with hope. She picked herself up and started to walk the distance separating us. For a moment I stood and simply watched her moving towards me, the swaying of her hips and the gentle bouncing of her breasts. Her lips curled up, showing a love so pure it could hardly have been an act.
“I agree,” she breathed, “I will be their protector. I will make sure… our familly… don’t make the same mistake with them that they did with me… with us.”
I guess that was what got me moving as well. It felt a little silly and unnatural, like one of those old movies where two people who are in love rush towards one another and then crash together in an embrace. But once we started moving towards one another, there was really no other option available. Some things are inevitable. We wrapped our arms around one another desperately and I felt Ellen’s breasts press into my chest. I could feel the heat of her skin through her ripped open blouse. Her face was close to mine and her hot breath smelled like peppermint.
“Then we have a deal,” I declared breathlessly as I tried to deal with the concussive force of our collision. I felt Ellen’s left hand slip up my back and rest gently against the back of my neck. Her right hand dropped down and I felt her warm palm pressing against my ass. She squeezed it gently and I jumped a little. I heard Ellen coo at my jump. When we had grabbed one another, both of Ellen’s arms had gone low, while mine had gone high. Both of my hands were wrapped around Ellen’s neck, almost to the elbows. I kept them there, thinking it looked somewhat natural, but loosened my grip slightly as I was sure I had kept my feet. My face was close to Ellen’s but I hadn’t been looking directly at her. In fact, I didn’t really register how close she was until I felt her head tilt slightly to the side and press upwards, her lips coming into contact with my own.
That kiss.
Even now, it feels almost impossible to describe what it felt like. In all honesty, I had kissed very few people in my life. Especially after high school. I had kissed a few people over the years. But nothing ever felt quite like this. Even from a purely physical standpoint, this was completely different. Ellen’s lips were so unbelievably soft and full that my own lips just sort of melted into them. They were so pillowy and just the slightest bit damp that they seemed to envelop me. But it was more than just the raw physical feeling. There seemed to be a sort of sizzling sensation between our lips that vibrated down throughout my entire body. My eyes closed automatically as the feeling spread and I sensed a sort of warmth emanating out from my lips.
And that was even before I felt Ellen’s lips slip open slightly and felt her breath against my mouth. Instinctively, my own lips parted slightly. I could feel Ellen’s tongue skitter across my lips leaving a thin, warm trail of saliva. I should have recoiled at this thought knowing who she was, and where we were, but it felt so soft, warm, and rough against my lips that all I could do was open my mouth a little wider to moan. The moan came out sounding almost wanton and it sounded like it was coming from someone else. Like it was coming from a tortured soul.
I didn’t have time to consider this fact, because Ellen had sensed the opening of my mouth and she moved to exploit it. Once more she slipped her tongue across my lips, this time my upper lip. But as she did so, she slipped her tongue in deeper. My mouth, already opening to moan, gave way further, inviting her in. I felt her warm tongue press against my teeth and then pour past them. Her wet, warm tongue splashed against my own, seeming to fill my entire mouth with a crackling, velvety smoothness. I pushed back at her with my own tongue, feeling them roll together. I heard her moan now and her tongue began to move more quickly inside of my mouth. Ellen’s tongue dipped into my mouth more forcefully and it seemed to be everywhere at once, running over my teeth and my gums, my cheeks, and pushing back towards the back of my throat. I kept my tongue moving around inside of my mouth, trying to taste every inch of her and sucking down her peppermint-flavored saliva. The warm, sizzling sensation in my mouth only grew more intense.
But, while that strange feeling was centered in my mouth as Ellen kissed me with wanton abandon, it was not limited there. I could feel the power of Ellen’s kiss all over my body. And I guess it was not just her kiss. I breathed in deeply from my nose and I could smell her scent, a fruity aroma with a hint of animal lust directly underneath. I could feel her hand on the back of my neck, squeezing just the right amount of pressure, her soft skin feeling silky against my own. Her other hand was gripping my ass tightly, I could feel her small fingers sinking in my toned flesh.
In fact, our tongues together in my mouth seemed to be just the most obvious place where our bodies had fused together. But in nearly every way we were connected. I could feel my toes pressing against hers, our thighs rubbed together and our hips were locked as one. I could feel her bellybutton ring pressing into my stomach. Her breasts were pushed tightly into me and I could feel her nipples, growing hard from the intensity of the sensation, rubbing against mine. The sensation from that grew more and more intense the longer that we kissed.
For a long while, I was simply too overcome by the force, the enormity, of what I was feeling to do anything but simply fall into it and accept it. I felt my body tightening against Ellen’s, making every gap between our bodies shrink as my arms wrapped more tightly around her neck and her arms pulled me tighter. I felt my penis rise and ache and my body tremble as I felt the friction of Ellen’s hard nipples against my own. The smell of Ellen’s body and the taste of her saliva overwhelmed my senses. And upholding the whole edifice of my pleasure was Ellen’s lovely, warm tongue as it continued to gently, but forcefully, lap inside of my mouth, tasting me and sometimes nearly lovingly choking me with its insistence. Our heads rocked side to side, both of us trying to gain a better angle so that we could feel more of the incredible sensation. The room was filled with the slurping sounds of our tongues and the high pitched gasps of our moans.
I could have stayed that way forever. I would have happily wasted away from thirst or hunger to simply continue feeling the beauty of that kiss. In many ways it was like my first kiss, that electrical feeling that people remember wistfully for the rest of their lives. I had no experience within which to compare it. But, as suddenly as she had started, I suddenly felt Ellen’s tongue slip from my mouth, pulling between my teeth and lips. I felt her face pull away from mine and my eyes fluttered open. I could see Ellen’s beautiful face smiling beatifically at me. Her lips, like mine, glistened with saliva. I felt her begin to pull back slightly. For a moment, I tried to hold her close to me, to feel her heart beat against my chest for a moment longer. Blood dripped from my arm. Her salty tears fell on my skin.
But then, as her body began to move away from mine and the taste of tongue began to cool in my mouth, it felt a little bit like a spell had been broken. Not entirely, of course, I was still feeling the after-effects of Ellen’s overwhelming sexual energy. My knees felt weak and I was nearly panting, like I had not breathed in a long while. My cock strained against my pants and I could tell there was a certain slickness between Ellen’s legs that was impossible to fake. I looked at her a bit in wonder as she pulled away from me. But the sensation was already fading and the question foremost in my mind was not “what did she do to me,” but instead? “how did she do it?”
I dropped my hands (which were still sort of up in the air awkwardly) down to my sides. As they fell against my hips, I felt the short sleeves of my shirt slip down slightly on my shoulders. I looked down at my trousers and saw that they looked baggy and strange. It was only then that I realised that, while we had kissed, Ellen had used her hands to unzip me. The long zipper was undone, all the way down, and my erection was protruding from the opening, much like Ellen’s nipples, protruding from her ruined blouse. I had been completely absorbed by the feel of Ellen’s body, but apparently she had managed to free my manhood without me knowing.
For a moment, I shook my head, trying to control myself. The sensation of Ellen’s kiss faded deeper into the past and I remembered who I was and what I was doing. I felt her hand reach the top of my boxers, then slowly move over my hip then slide down across my cock.
“Jeff, you keep saying you’re not going to make it but… you are. You are so essential to everyone’s happiness and somehow you don’t even know it. Jessica literally fell apart when you left her. Rachel was so torn she either wanted to move out because she loves you so much or because she was scared she was going to turn into me and make you love her! My Mom and Dad are closer than they’ve been in years but it’s fairly obvious that the only reason they are together now is because of you. You will survive this.”
Why did everyone keep saying that when it’s so obvious my story was about to end? With her left hand Ellen stroked my face lovingly, her fingertips tracing the outline of my profile, down my neck to my injured arm, still dripping blood. Her boobs heaved between us, barely contained by her exposed bra. She softly slid her hand across the exposed top of my fully formed erection and I could feel precum pouring out of my cockhead. She slowly reached into the opening of my boxers and pulled my cock out and softly rubbed the head smearing the precum all over. I shuddered as she slowly caressed my cock and balls.
“I know I’ve let you down, done some stupid things. I don’t deserve your love… yet you still love me. I’m not sure I’ll ever understand why but I’m grateful to say the least. I promise to do better, to make your love worthwhile because you make me the woman I want to be; Your friend, soulmate and lover. I promise to always be there for you and your children, as imperfect as I am. Because we are the same, you and I. We are one.”
I could not believe how good this felt! I was still scared of responding as I did not really know what to do as my sister-in-law tentatively took hold of my cock in her small hand. As she lifted it, her fingernails grazed over my skin, and her slender fingers bumped against the engorged head, making me groan quietly, and causing my cock to twitch. Her skin felt so soft and warm, and its paleness was in stark contrast to the reddened colour of my shaft and the thick purple head.
Ellen giggled nervously at me, her face and cheeks turning redder still. She slid her hand lower down my cock, bending and flexing her fingers, not feeling me up, but finding herself a comfortable grip around my shaft. I could sense her hand and whole body were shaking slightly as she gently gripped me. Then she began softly stroking her hand up and down the full length of my cock, just as she had done all those years ago, stopping her upward strokes when her fingers bumped over the rim of the head, before sliding her hand right down to the base, brushing through my pubic hair, and then back up the shaft again.
I trembled as her hand ran smoothly over the entire length of my shaft. I just stood there as she jerked me off, my eyes now closed; my head tilted back, my fingers now running through her blonde hair and I started breathing heavily. I looked at her again. Her eyes were totally focussed on my cock. She tightened her grip more and increased her stroking pace significantly; Up and down… Up and down… Her fingers were slapping against my body as she reached the base of my shaft on her downwards strokes. She stroked up higher across the head now, her hand rubbing over the ultra-sensitive spot right under the eye. I knew I could not last much longer, and my breathing became more and more laboured, inhaling long, slow, deep breaths, before exhaling rapidly. I started to moan softly in pleasure… and it only took a further thirty seconds or so of her stroking action before I felt the familiar tingling feeling of my climax approaching.
I groaned and whispered out a warning to her; “I’m going to cum Ellen! Stop!” I didn’t really want her to stop, and I honestly didn’t know if she knew what would happen. She carried on stroking my cock with the same intensity.
Seconds later, and with another loud groan, my hips bucked and I thrust my cock up forcefully against her hand. I felt my buttocks tense. My body stiffened… my cock stiffened… my balls tightened… my cock swelled and pulsed in her hand.
“Ahh! Ellen!” I groaned, as I came.
“Ohh… Jeff… yes!” Ellen exhaled with the final three pumps of her dainty wrist. She visibly jumped and her eyes widened in surprise as two thick ropes of semen shot powerfully from my cock, arcing upwards and streaking across my body, reaching up between us to the top of her exposed chest, followed in quick succession by at least another two or three powerful spurts across my chest, over my stomach and back up into her cleavage. She continued rubbing and stroking me through my orgasm. One shot of cum arched straight upwards, before splashing inside her torn open blouse, bringing a moan of pleasure from her as it ran down and soaked into the material. She quickly angled my cock to ensure that my cum splashed directly onto her exposed flesh as she continued jacking me off. The remaining bursts now subsided slightly, hitting the skin on her small hand, and over and between her fingers, which were still gripping my shaft tightly, still sliding up and down its full length.
Soon the sensations I was feeling were getting too difficult to handle, and the intense pleasure became too much to bear.
“That’s enough Ellen!” I gasped. My chest was heaving as I breathed deeply, and my own body was now shaking from the force of my orgasm.
The head of my cock was now immensely sensitive. Ellen’s tight grasp, now lubricated and slippery with my cum, slowed again to a stroking motion on just the shaft and she giggled at me again; her cheeks were still flushed red, but now with obvious excitement at what she had just done for me. Her own breathing had become a little ragged. My sister-in-law finally stopped as her last stroke up the length of my shaft from the base to the head squeezed the last significant amount of cum to the head of my cock, where it oozed out, dribbling over and in between her fingers as she slid them over the head.
“I missed this,” Ellen whispered as she slowly removed her hand from around my cock, watching with fascination as thick sticky threads of cum stretched like elastic between my now softening penis and her hand and fingers, before finally breaking their connection.
With another gasp she looked down and saw that my cum covered manhood had now almost softened fully, and was now laying limply to one side.
“Ellen, that was…” I began but had no idea how I was going to finish the sentence.
“I know, and thank you. We both know… that needed to happen,” she panted and wiped a glob from her breast and sucked her fingertips clean. “Don’t worry, it tastes every bit as yummy as I remember! You always cum so much and now I’m really sticky everywhere.”
I nodded and gulped again as Ellen found the glob of semen caught in the valley between her heaving breasts and carefully gathered it. She spread her fingers and watched it string between them. She looked down at herself and opened her skirt and panties, exposing her little ginger bush with her free hand then wiped that cum into her pubes.
“Why did I just let that happen?” I found myself unintentionally saying out loud. Ellen looked up at me, her blue eyes twinkling, but her crooked smile did not appear. Instead her expression melted into… admiration, awe and love.
“I don’t think I’ve ever found the right words to explain what you mean to me, but I need you to hear this. You’re going to make it. I’m going to protect you and your children. And you’re right, I won’t do it for money, or even my own salvation. I’ll do it because I love you. You are family. Those unborn babies are my family too. Jeff, I love you because, somehow, you became the person my heart chose before I even realised it was happening. You became the one I look for whenever I’m in a crowded place, the voice I want to hear at the end of a difficult day, and the person I want beside me when life is beautiful. But my love for you isn’t simply about the good times we’ve shared. I’m devoted to you because I want to stand beside you through all of it; the uncertainty, the sadness, the mistakes, the moments when you doubt yourself. I don’t love some perfect version of you. I love you. Your strengths, your flaws, your fears, your ridiculous habits, your tenderness, and everything that makes you the man you are. I will make sure you survive. Because we all need you… I need you…”
I looked down at her in silent astonishment. Emotion washing over me. Not resentment. Not horror. Not guilt… not anything the succubus had invoked within me. I felt her love… and I basked in its glory.
“You make me feel safe enough to be completely myself. When I’m with you, I don’t feel as though I have to pretend or hide the parts of me that frighten me. You see me, truly see me, and somehow you still choose me. And I choose you too. Every time. I want to be the woman who believes in you when you struggle to believe in yourself. I want to celebrate your victories, hold you when you hurt, laugh with you until our stomachs ache, and grow old knowing that we faced life together. I will protect you and your children from the heartache to come. I promise. More than promise… it is my vow to you. Because I know… you’re going to fix me… as you fix everybody and everything. You’ll at least try and that’s good enough for me. Jeff, I’m devoted to you because loving you doesn’t feel like an obligation. It feels like the most natural thing I’ve ever done. My heart doesn’t ask whether I should love you. It simply does. If one day you forget how much you mean to me, look at me. Look into my eyes and you’ll see it there. I love you. Not temporarily. Not conditionally. Not only when things are easy. I love you with the part of me that wants to stay… with something that’s always lurked deep inside of me… in the dark… And whatever life puts in front of us, I want to face it with your hand in mine.”
I reached out and entwined her sticky fingers in mine as she smiled her little sister’s megawatt smile. I could feel her body heat, smell her sweet perfume. Her breasts heaved up and down against the black bra she wore. Taking in another deep breath, I slid my hand behind her head and pulled her a little closer. Releasing a soft moan, I pulled her lips to mine and… slowly… gently… kissed her. Her tongue slid past my lips and began to explore my mouth. Breathing hard, I moaned louder. Unable to stop myself, I felt my left hand slide up her side and over her heaving breast. A tremble shook through my insides and I pulled her closer to me because we were the same. We were one.
Get Lucky continues in Chapter 27 “Legacy”
Sex-Storytime 