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Get Sophie 7

Chapter 7

They have been secretly texting, constantly, night and day for the last two days, thousands and thousands of messages hidden from the rest of the world. Jessica and Rachel share furtive glances, stare wide eyed and photos, blush continuously but I won't look at what they are saying to the eighteen year old boy next door.

My name is Sophie. Where do I start? To be honest with you all, this is just the middle of my story but I'm already thirty-eight years of age. I'm a mother to three grown up daughters. The eldest looks just like me, and my twin girls, Rachel and Jessica, are petite redheads with emerald green eyes. We all have clear, creamy alabaster skin, and wavy, shoulder-length hair but mine is dyed blonde framing my oval face. I have big bright blue eyes that are accented exquisitely by my arched eyebrows and long eyelashes. I do like to make sure I look good whereas Jessica and Rachel, are naturally beautiful.

I keep fit, my figure hasn't changed since I gave birth to my girls. I still have an enviable, shapely body, with a taut tummy, and tight C-cup tits that lift, upturn and bounce and twitch in all the right ways. And my statuesque legs that go on for miles and lead happily up to my ass. It is a perfect spherical shape. It is a perfect size and the way it fills out any pair of pants or dress I wear still makes women half my age jealous and catches the eye of every man I meet. But I am happily married, of course, and live next door to my best friends, Michael and Maria… and, of course, their eighteen year old son Jeffrey. He is something special… and has already been in an abusive relationship with Eleanor, my eldest daughter who has warned him off my twins… hence all the secret texting and phone calls. I have an ‘unconventional’ family. 

Jessica is the youngest of three sisters, she has an identical twin, Rachel, and their big sister is now in her twenties. The twins are both absolutely stunning redheads, with hair that seems to shine like fire in the sun. They have both just turned eighteen, now the same age as Jeff, with long flowing hair and mouth dropping curves. The twins are glorious with identical styled ginger hair to just below her shoulders, emerald green eyes, pink lips, smooth, white skin all over their breasts are perfect, small, not more than a handful, but blessed with a light sprinkling of freckles which also grace their cheeks and the bridge of their noses.

When Jeff met Jessica it was like a heavenly chorus of angels sang out. Jessica is perfect for him, with Jessica he finally struck lucky after striking out with Eleanor. In addition to her looks, he appreciated Jessica’s personality, how she is easygoing, laughs in girly, staccato bursts and covers her mouth with her hand sometimes as she giggles. Now they have found a way to communicate with each other, it seems like she is always smiling, and honestly, I think the twins have the prettiest smiles in the world. It didn’t even register with me that Jeff could, and perhaps should have had feelings for Rachel too. But Jess is his girlfriend. He met her first. Rachel is… was… just her identical sister. Even their freckles don't offer any help in telling them apart. Jeff fell in love with Jessica the first moment I saw her but he quickly discovered he was being secretly shared with her identical twin… which complicated everything. Teenagers!

But the real problem is their older sister, Eleanor. Ellen, as she is more commonly known as, is really a sweetheart of a girl. She is pretty, well groomed, with long blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and a smile that could melt the hardest heart. Her hair matches mine, we both dyed our natural red hair blonde, and like the twins, we could have easily been described as sisters if you met us together. If I'm honest, Motherhood has blessed me with better developed curves and bigger breasts, and we both have the same light scattering of freckles that bronze our flesh in the summer. When we moved in next door to Michael, Maria and Jeff, Eleanor quickly dug her claws into him, claiming him for herself, mainly to spite her smitten little sisters.

It isn't easy for the young man. Within days of being in a relationship with Ellen, they were doing everything together, within months they were having sex and Eleanor has some… unconventional practices when it comes to sex – her younger sisters can't really compete. There was only one thing that prevented Jeff from being with Eleanor… She has a tall, older and more experienced boyfriend; Jerome. As Ellen increasingly spent more time with her boyfriend, tossing Jeff aside when she became bored, he increasingly spent time with her little sister, Jessica. They began dating and things seemed to just click for them… like they were always destined to become star-crossed lovers… until he confronted her about inconsistencies in the way she acted around him. He discovered the twins had been using him, swapping with each other. The poor teenage boy was suspicious and discovered their deception and felt like… a love cheat. The silly girls immediately cast him aside and he completely fell apart, only to be put back together… by me.

Jeff had fallen into Eleanor’s honey trap. He realised, far too late, that Jerome was just as smitten with my blonde daughter l as he was. She had forced her older boyfriend onto her underage sisters which resulted in my involvement. Jerome then turned his attention on me, he raped me and threatened my girls and he was sent to prison for his crimes. But he was released far too quickly so… we moved house to get away… that's how they ended up next door to my best friend's family. Rejecting Ellen's advances earned Jeff her wrath. Her all to willing bisexual boyfriend raped him. As Jeff screamed no, Ellean laughed, recorded the event and now threatens to show the world… unless he agrees to be hers.

Jeff now hides himself away from the twins in shame but I saw his pain. I like to think I saved him from a downward spiral. He could see no way out but, together with Joseph, we found a way… I sneaked into my best friend's house with a secret mobile phone, I climbed into his bed and at the behest of my husband, Joseph, and we ended up making love to each other. Yes, you're right, maybe Eleanor got her unconventional ideas about sex from me. He knows my husband is happy to let him fuck me. I reasoned that I could ‘cure’ him of his obsession with my eldest daughter by giving myself to him and I have to admit, with me being so similar to Eleanor, it somehow worked. We ended up having unprotected sex and when I left he agreed to try again with Jessica. So now he is in a secret relationship with the twins, hidden from Ellen, using my husband's secret work phone, while my husband and I work on a new way to stop and save Eleanor from herself. 

That was two days ago. Jeff now texts Jessica as often as he can, and sometimes Rachel too. As the weekend approaches the young wannabe lovers seem to have forgiven each other and have returned to the semblance of a normal relationship… well as normal as one can be when you live next door to your dream girl and you can't be seen with her for fear of being spotted by her older sister. They conduct their courtship sitting in the darkness of their rooms, his overlooks Ellen's old bedroom, where Jessica now goes so she can flirt and play until the early hours. Eleanor seems none the wiser.

I was young when Joseph and I became parents, now I'm in my late thirties, we conceived Eleanor twenty years ago. Joseph is slender, with strong facial features, green eyes, warm and welcoming with dark brown hair beginning to grey. He is friendly, inviting and would do anything for his family. We have been married for almost two decades… but for the last ten years, we have been slowly drifting apart. I had an affair with Michael, which I regret. Joseph threw himself into his work. We both knew things were coming to an end and we agreed, when the twins turned eighteen, we would divorce. They turned eighteen last weekend. Oh how things can change! In less than a week our bond is stronger than ever… thanks to Michael and Maria's son.

Sleeping with the teenager next door has revitalised and rejuvenated my sex life. Joseph is back to being the man I fell in love with. We were always a great team but it seems, a little competition has inspired him and reminds me of everything we have, rather than everything we've lost. Coming home with Jeff's sperm inside me has boosted our love life and galvanised us against the coming storm. Storm Ellen.

It's Friday night, and the twins are out with friends, keeping up appearances, trying to convince the ever watchful Eleanor that things are exactly the way she wants them: With Jeff in seclusion, fearful for his life and reputation, and my baby girls keeping their distance from him. Joseph and I decide we need some adult time; read loud, hardcore sex. It's been a while. So we retire to Eleanor’s old bedroom to conduct our procreational activities. 

I enter the room first, I open the windows; this is going to be a hot and steamy session. Then I sit on Ellen’s old bed. This little bed of hers has seen some action, it is old and loose, the mattress has lost its firmness and the bed squeaks gently as I sit down on it, awaiting my husband. When he enters the room I cast my eyes over him. He may be in his forties but he still has a great physique! He has lost some of his muscular tone and yes, he has softened around the edges, but he is still a very handsome man with stunning green eyes.  

“Jessica has had an intriguing idea,” he says as he begins to remove his shoes, “There’s a place, up in the mountains, that she would like us all to visit. Apparently it was on the news trying to drum up some footfall and boost revenues. It has a café, which gets rave reviews, and overlooks a gorgeous lake. The forest and mountain trails are supposed to be beautiful this time of year.”

“She does love the outdoors,” I agree, absentmindedly unbuttoning my blouse, “I am guessing she wants us to head out there this weekend?”

“She does, it’s about an hour's drive away… it should be quite secluded… She thinks that she might be safe from Ellen up there… that we might all be safe?”

“You mean she wants to meet with Jeff?”

“She does. I think they need to see each other, Sophie. They both do,” he states with reference to Rachel. “We could give them some… time alone… in the forest?”

“While we sit and drink coffee in the café,” I laugh, “A proper first date… as themselves. It’s a good idea. We need to get Jeff up there, travel in separate cars,  be a little ‘cloak and dagger’, but you’re right. They need this.”

“You need this too.”

“I’m not eighteen, Joseph, my urges no longer drive me,” I chuckle as I slip my hand under my skirt, slowly revealing my legs.

“Are you sure about that?”   

I smile seductively at my loving husband as I use my fingers to give him a glimpse of my pink satin panties. I lean back on one hand, my blonde hair slipping off my shoulders to dangle over the bed inviting Joseph to claim me. My husband kneels on the ground between my luscious legs, his hands grabbing me at my knees and moving on up to open them. I don't utter a word but he can tell I’m excited as my amble breasts heave up and down with every rapid breath. Joseph stares me in the eye and without blinking grasps the hem of my skirt. Carefully he raises both hands, lifting my skirt ceremoniously as if unveiling a plaque at a presentation. I tremble shyly as he scrutinises my lacy panties. I shiver with apprehension but his smile comforts me and I toss my head coyly to one side. I can see his cock strains against his pants, bursting to escape. It twitches and a tiny damp stain darkens the pretty silk.

With one hand still holding my skirt aloft Joseph firmly prises my knees apart with the other. I resist playfully, my pulse rising, but he perseveres opening them up like an oyster eager to see my pearl. Slowly he starts rubbing my clit right through my panties. I can feel fabric getting wetter as he delicately and softly rubs my clit around with his index finger. My hips have a mind of their own as they start rocking up and down in time with his finger and after just a few minutes of this he slips his hand down inside my panties. His index and middle fingers find my pussy slit to be very hot and wet and he sinks his middle finger deep inside me, slowly pulling it out and rubbing my wet juices all over my hard clitoris. I know that I will be having a great orgasm before long.

Joseph's head presses into my pantie clad pussy and I see my hard nipples visibly harden through the fabric of my blouse, pointing up at the ceiling, wishing he would suck and kiss them. Instead he softly rubs his fingers over my mound, and upwards across my tummy before heading down again, to my inner thighs. He moves his hand down to the waistband of my little lace panties, as my hand begins playing with my breast and nipple. Every so slowly his fingers make their way down to the crotch of my pink underwear and I can feel my hard little clitoris pushing against my crotch… My husband has such talented finger tips.

He hooks a twitching finger around my waistband and tugs it wistfully. I giggle girlishly understanding his intention and lift my bottom slightly from Ellen’s old bed. He then, slowly and carefully, begins to pull my panties down my thighs and over my knees allowing the materials restraint to pull my legs together modestly. Joseph smiles like a Cheshire cat then gently lifts one of my legs and guides a foot out of the silky material. Free from any restraint he carefully prises my legs apart yet again while my pretty panties still on one leg fall crumpled round my ankle.

My husband doesn't need an invite as he suddenly disappears under my skirt as if bobbing for apples at a fete. I gasp and grip the bed with both hands. His head is under my skirt. I feel his hot breath and his inquisitive fingers on my thighs working their way inwards. I hold my breath as he closes in on my tingling gash. He teases me, pausing momentarily, hovering in front of my exposed vulva. I place my hands on his shoulders and spread my legs ever wider to accommodate his face… that is now burrowing into me like a mole. My face reddens, my lips forming O's of ecstasy. I reach my hands out to touch my husband's belt, undoing the buckle and loosening his pants. Joseph grabs my hands and pushes me away from him.

“Oh, so you want my belt, do you?” Joseph says, raising an eyebrow. I smirk suggestively. “Then let me give you the belt. Bend over.”

His command is unexpected but a welcome one. I stand up, letting my panties fall to the floor and I step out of them. I stand facing the open bedroom window, a warm breeze blowing across my exposed flesh, my wet pussy tingling with its gentle touch. I bring my hands up to the center of my blouse and undo the top button. And the next. And the next. My back to my husband, staring into the distance the entire time, watching the reflection of his casual smile. Surveying the outside works I undo the final button, and my blouse falls open, baring my midsection and the center of my chest, but not my breasts yet. It was still exhilarating though, to be unbuttoned like this in front of the window. So there I was standing on display for him, my blouse unbuttoned, no bra on, my skirt and panties removed, completely nude. Candy for his eyes. I could only wait while he molested me with his gaze.

"You have such a great body, Sophie. I'm such a lucky man," he says as he approaches me.

He ensures I'm still facing the big picture window as he stands behind me pressed to my back, his hands running up my waist to cup my bare breasts. I close my eyes and lean back into him, letting my husband caress my naked body. My milky white skin like a beacon in the darkened room, my freckles seem to burn in the diminishing afternoon sunshine. Joseph is kissing my sensitive neck, making me shiver as his fingers run through my pubic hairs and probe at my delicious plump pussy. I reach back and thread my fingers through Joseph's hair, licking my lips as my body starts to grind back against him.

Joseph's right hand works its way from my abdomen, onto my right hip and down my thigh to my knee. Then it glides back between my legs up towards my crotch. I feel a pressure building in my pelvis. His hand hasn't even touched my swelling labia yet, starting back at my abdomen and making another sweep of my tidy triangle of hair. I moved slightly, raising my knee a little more to spread my legs; letting him know I am ready and literally open to his advances. When his hand comes back up my inner left thigh, his fingers cup my labia; the heel of his palm resting on my anus. Simultaneously he massages my labia and star. A sigh of pleasure escapes me as my labia swells further and I feel his finger brush my hooded clit causing another spark in my tingling vagina.

I'm exposed, framed in the window and my husband is fingering me, his right hand slides back away from my labia and I felt his fingers on my taint. The middle finger moves forward, slowly sliding between my engorged lips and into the warmth of my vaginal opening. His finger slowly slides in and out getting covered in my juices and once his finger is fully lubricated, it finds my clit and begins a circular motion with building pressure. The finger stops, going back to my wet slit for more lubrication before returning to stimulate my clit some more. Joseph begins a new routine of circling my clit a few times then finger banging my pussy, back to my clit and then my pussy; all while keeping pressure on my rosebud. That pressure makes me wish my back door would be penetrated… but that's not on his mind. He's teasing me. Preparing me. I begin to moan more frequently and reach up with my right hand to squeeze my ample breasts with an occasional pinching of my nipples.

His hand then sends fingers to my clit and he masturbates me with increasing speed and pressure. That magical hand is massaging me into a dreamy state of ecstasy. The fingers increased their pace and pressure causing my breathing as well as my moaning to increase until the amazing feeling crosses the orgasmic threshold. My body tenses and then spasmes as the orgasm rolls through my body. My head feels like it will explode. I let out a semi-scream, "Oooohhhhh fffuuuuuuUUUUUUKKKKKK�� AAAIIIEEE!"

He then spoons my body, holding me tightly as I quiver, reaches around and inserts two fingers to massage my g-spot. As he does this, I feel his hard, swollen cock press against my asshole. Fuck! Joseph has fingered my pussy until I’m leaking my nectar down my thighs, my body lighting in a sheen of sweat as my mouth opens wide in a now silent scream. My orgasm continues with wave after wave causing more body spasms. I felt my legs kick straight out involuntarily. It is too much and I grab his right wrist to pull his hand away from my vagina. Once the paralysis of the orgasm wanes, I slump against the cold glass of the window, keeping my left leg straight while being my right knee bent up to my hip. I look over my right shoulder and give the command, "I need something else… Punish me.”

Joseph turns me around and pushes me over, my hands bracing myself on the bed, my ass presented to him and the open window. He picks his belt up from the floor and folds it, pulling it tight with a snap. The buckle clinks as the cold steel brushes against my buttock, a shock against my warm flesh. He lets it drop further, a hard edge pushing at my wet folds and catching my engorged clit as he moves it, my body still quivering in the aftershocks of my orgasm. I stop shaking and look over my shoulder at my husband just as he brings the belt down hard across my buttocks. My hair whips in the air when I turn my face back down to the bed sheets.

Joseph doubles over the belt in his hand and lands his best shot right across the middle of my ass, a perfect horizontal line. Admiring his work for a second or two he then continues, each blow is slow and deliberate, no area of my backside is left untouched. He ups the force gradually, causing me to whimper into the bedding. Noticing this he levels off the impacts, maintaining but not building further on his vigour. My whimpers turn to groans, then he sees something beautiful. A single strand of my juice runs free, stretching down from the front of my pussy in a sparkling viscous string. He catches it with his finger and tastes it.

"You seem to be enjoying this more than I thought you would. Do you want me to hit you harder, Sophie?"

A muffled “Mmmphhmmm,” is my response.

"I'll take that as a yes then," he says as he helps me stand, turning me to face the bedroom wall and bending me over. 

If anyone should look, they will see me in a very compromised position as I reach my arms up and brace myself against the wall. Joseph brings the belt down across my shoulders, leaving a streak of red on my silky white freckled skin. Another lash takes the belt across my thick thighs, and another on my lower back before returning to place several lashes across the red cheeks of my luscious ass. My head bucks back with every fall of the belt, and I swear the reflection of my face in the window is indistinguishable between agony or being contorted with great pleasure. 

Joseph stops whipping me for just long enough to reach forward and grab hold of my blonde mane. He pulls my hair, whipping my head back. My eyes are closed, but I move my hands from the wall to grab my ass.

“Why do you want this, Sophie?”

“Joseph…” I begin through pants of pain, “I've done some unspeakable and unforgivable things in my life. I disrespect you continually. I've cheated on you. I've had an inappropriate relationship with Eleanor… I'm responsible for everything. Every bad thing in this family stems from me. I need absolution. I need redemption. I need forgiveness… but I know, I need to forgive myself first.”

“Sophie… you will always have all my love and there is nothing to forgive.”

“I need to be punished… I need to know that there is a price to pay for my transgressions. I need to pay it. Now. Extract that price from me, Joseph. Help cleanse me of my mother's madness. Help me understand that my own actions have consequences. Or there is no hope… not for Jeff… not for the twins… not for Eleanor… and not for me. I need you, Joseph. But there is no future for us if I think I can get away with doing as I please… punish me.”

“Sophie…?”

“Take me to that place beyond pain. Make me suffer… then forgive me?”

“I love you, Sophie.”

“I know. That's why I trust you… to do this properly. Do it.”

My body is bent in half, my waist lower than my peachy bottom. My arms are up over my head. My feet are spread as far apart as they will go. My ass cheeks are exposed, naked, and burning. He starts with slow strokes, light touches of the belt. He moves from my calves to my thighs, to the spot just under my cheeks, to my rounded bottom, to my back, my shoulders, and down again. Each round becoming more harsh, the snap of the leather the only sound except for my screams.

The white hot pain races through my body as the belt lashes across my cheeks. Never hitting the same spot, leaving a trail of fire across my tender skin. My hips writhe as he beats me. We have gone beyond spanking, beyond anything I ever dreamed of, releasing the deepest, darkest sins from recesses of my mind. Only he has been able to draw them out. Making me express them, face them, own them, making them my own. And his.

He stops briefly, his hand thrusting between my legs. I groan as thick fingers enter me once more. My cheeks flush at how slick and wet I am. There is no hiding from my remorse. As my hips buck against my husband's fingers, he pulls them out and makes me lick them clean. He begins again to beat my surrendered body. I can feel the sweat running off my forehead, between my breasts and thighs. He promised to take me further this time. I can feel my mind slipping away as I become only a physical creature, feeling the blows deep in my soul.

My back arches, offering my breasts, because I know that is what he intends. The belt whistles softly as the soft blows strike. My breasts, tummy, hips, pussy, inner thighs, calves, then back up again. Again, each round becomes harder. My nipples are like rocks, and the exquisite sting as the belt lashes across them is unbelievable. My body writhes and squirms and my mind becomes lost again. Feeling only the blows of Joseph's belt. I feel tears welling up in my eyes as he continues. I take short panting breaths as the belt rains down on me again and again.

Again, he stops, his hand cupping my sex. Long fingers insinuate themselves between my lips, caressing my throbbing clit. He stops. I whimper and shudder. My hips thrust up obscenely, wanting more. He leans down and whispers, "I need to stop, Sophie… I can't keep doing this.”

“Please?” I sob, “I'm almost there.”

He returns to my side and begins again. He lifts my knees up more, opening up my pussy lips. The slutty feeling of being so admonished and humiliated in front of the window is so wicked… and I adore it. My hips surge up towards his belt. I can feel the orgasm building from deep inside me. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK he keeps beating. My pussy is red and throbbing and my muscles are locked and rigid. It's so close I can taste it, feel it along my spine. My legs shake as I try to stretch them wider.

He leans down and whispers, "Please make it stop."

“No!” I need to submit to this. It is my penance.

The next blows are vicious, the leather sings through the air before crashing down on my tender skin. My body flinches with each one, these starting to leave welts that will turn into bruises tomorrow. He continues until I start shaking my head. I still can't speak, I am panting too hard. Leaning over he kisses me on the back of the neck, his hands caressing my marked buttocks. One ends up gently teasing my puckering asshole, the other finds a place with a finger inside me and a thumb on the flesh surrounding my swollen clit. He massages me for a moment as my breathing slows. Faster and faster the belt strikes, and I explode, my body jerking violently. A harsh guttural scream is ripped from me as it overtakes my whole body. As I convulse over and over, he slows the blows, gentling them as I quiver.

"Oh fucking hell, Sophie! Fucking hell…" he murmurs. His hand smooths over my pussy lips, petting me almost. My heart is thundering and I can't breathe right yet. I feel little aftershocks rippling through my abdomen, and my pussy clenches.

“Now fuck some respect into me. Fuck my ass, Joseph, like you used to. Teach me a lesson I won't forget.”

I feel my asshole winking at him as he withdraws and I moan in frustration. I am getting so close. I hear the snap of a bottle lid and then feel a cool trickle down the crack of my ass. His finger massages it into my relaxed ring and then he adds more, expanding my asshole. I tremble at the chilly intrusion. From behind me comes the sound of his trousers being unzipped and pulled off then the sound of more lube being poured. Finally I feel my husband stand closer to me, a gentle touch from the slippery head of his cock against my slick hole. 

Joseph fills me in one slow, smooth stroke, the preparation paying off as I gasp at the sensation. His body presses against my cheeks, staying as deep as he can as his hands stroke across my back. I pull my ass cheeks apart, looking back at my husband and he smiles weakly at me. He knows what I need. He pulls back, leaving only the head of his cock in me, then thrusts back in. Faster and faster, the lube airing his increasing speed. I am holding myself up by pushing back against the wall, my body moving back and forth with every delicious thrust. My naked body is framed in profile in the picture window.

He's long lost the ability to coherently communicate with me, he's too entranced by the pleasure of my ass massaging his cock. He settles into a steady pace, fairly fast, every stroke going from the tip all the way to the root. He slams his hips into my ass cheeks. I lift my hips on his downstrokes to meet him. The line between not-climaxing and climaxing has long been destroyed. My analgasm is a constant wave of crashing ecstasy. That’s when my husband picks up the pace. After going this long, he's eager to finally blow his load. Joseph’s grunting and motions are chaotic, uncontrolled. He moans and growls with pure pleasure. His strokes are random, sometimes long, sometimes short, but always hard and fast. 

Joseph no longer has conscious control over himself, the most primitive part of his brain has taken over and he just knows that he has to cum. I feel rivulets of drool running down my legs. I feel his cock swell, he's fucking me so fast now, my husband and I are both screaming in pleasure. Suddenly he fully buries his cock in my guts. The massive head stretches me even further as burst after burst of his creamy load is expelled from his heavy nuts. Joseph fucks me with animalistic fury as he unloads himself in my ass, his thick cock squirting spurt after spurt of cum, the motions of his fucking smearing it around the walls of my colon and rectum, coating the entirety of my butt in his milky seed. The thought of his cum swirling freely around my ass causes one last explosion of intensive anal pleasure; this orgasm tops all the others, rises above even the gigantic waves of pleasure so far to totally consume my entire body. I spasm uncontrollably, my sphincter milking every last drop of cum from his penis as it clenches and unclenches furiously around the cock, I feel my ass cheeks moving like pulses of electricity as the shockwave orgasm shoots forth from my butthole out to every part of my body.

Joseph collapses into me, his entire weight pinning me uncomfortably into the wall. His breathing is nearly as ragged as my own. His cock is still buried in my ass and I feel something that I have not felt in a while: satisfaction. My repentance has been accepted. I am renewed.

I stay pinned under Joseph for at least a minute, savouring the feeling of his entire body caressing my own. He gently kisses the back of my neck, nibbling my ear, and nuzzling my hair. His cock finally softens enough that it slips from my very-well-stretched anus; a sloppy, cummy, lubey fart follows it and I shiver with pleasure. A string of cum shimmers between us, a warning of the thick white goo that is about to seep from my tightening hole. I straighten up, and my man's semen drips down to the floor, some of it running down my leg. I am unsteady on my feet, my back and buttocks still red raw from my beating, so I hold myself up against the window, where I placed my hands on the cool glass. I’m visible as hell to anyone watching. I massage my tender breasts, feeling my nipples harden.

I look up across into the bedroom of the house on the other side of the fence. For the first time in a few weeks it is lit up. The walls and posters were clearly visible, a teenagers bedroom. Jeff's bedroom. There are no curtains in the window to interfere with the view, and there, in the darkness I am sure I can see our young next door neighbour. The light has been on many times late into the evening, but I had never seen anyone in the room since the day I sneaked across and bedded the teenage son of my best friend's. This time, I do not feel guilty, my husband's belt has cleansed me. My sin is forgiven. As I think about the room and who might occupy it, I can feel my body responding to the idea that he may have just witnessed everything.

All in one move, I let my arms fall, showing my ample breasts. There are many areas of my body I criticize daily, but they aren’t one of them. They are round and smooth, sporting pale pink nipples. I toss my long hair, letting the tousled blonde waves fall onto my shoulders and down my back. I move my hips, teasingly letting my hand drift downward. I am incredibly wet, imagining Jeff is watching and being turned on by us. I moved my hand into my soft mound that had been shaved for the occasion, all but a little red downy triangular tuft. I move my hand up again, sticking my finger into my mouth and tasting myself. I press my breasts against the glass a little, feeling my nipples go sharp at the feel of the cold smoothness, imagining the view the mysterious watcher has. Reaching down again, curving my hands past my breasts I turn to my husband who is now reclining on the bed, recovering, his cock lazily twitching, trying to lurch back to life.

“I think Jeff is watching us.”

Joseph begins trying to himself hard, desperately trying to maintain his erection. 

“Let him know he can be part of this…” 

“I'll call him,” I pick up my phone and call his secret number.

"Honey… are you awake?" I ask, climbing into Ellen's bed with my husband. My hands instantly help him rum his cock. 

"Yeah… I'm awake." Jeff replies.

"Good, we have some important things to discuss… but not right now," I smile at him across the gap between our houses and pull down the duvet to reveal our naked bodies. “...because I noticed you, watching us.”

“Yeah, ermmm, sorry.”

“No, don't apologise, we like you to watch. If you want to? It feels good… I feel appreciated… loved. Love is an emotion that should be celebrated and it's not like you haven't seen it all before?”

“But,” Jeff swallows, “It's an intimate moment between you and your husband?”

“I'm not going to hide our sexual attraction for each other,” I whisper. I wonder if he understands I am referring to him, as my husband, who is lying right beside me on the bed, slowly massages his flaccid penis back to life. 

As I play with Joseph's member I part my legs and with my other I trace lines with my finger up and down my labia. I see my wet juices oozing from my pussy as I play. The room smells musky by now, my pheromones heavy in the air. 

“Do you see that I am practically dripping?”

“Yes,” Jeff coughs, “I see.”

“He tongued my wet lips and went to work on my clit, sucking it as you did. He has already learned so much from your technique… thank you. Do you want me to come over tonight?”

“No!” He chokes.

“Awww…then how about you just watch us then?" I ask as my hand begins to masturbate my husband who is more than happy with my conversation and with my lover's eyes upon us both.

"Oh Joseph, he is amazing,” I am speaking to my husband, “quite talented. Our daughters are in good hands." My hand strokes Joseph's cock as I continue my story. "His hands were all over me. His parents were in the next room too as we became… intimate. By turning down Ellen he had earned himself a reward,” I whisper down the phone, “I wanted him to get some pussy that night, and I told him what you said, that he could fuck me." With one hand on my husband's thigh and one hand on his cock, I slowly begin to stroke him up and down. "You see," I say turning to the view out of the window, "Young men like you have too much testosterone, you're so easily excited. You can't focus on the things you need to focus on. What you need is to be put on a regular sex schedule. You stay away from Eleanor and just let me take care of your needs. Joseph understands."

“I do,” Joseph says breathlessly.

"Our night together was so special, Joseph. First I let him finger me," I announce to my spouse, "He took me to his bed and laid me on my back. He was shaking and was so horny when I got down on my knees and started to suck him–fuck!" I exclaim as Joseph's fingers begin to explore my puffy pink petals. I look so slick and messy now and it is unbelievable how wet I am. He slides a second, then third finger inside myself while I reach up with my free hand and pinch at my hard nipple.

"Is he bigger than me?" Joseph asks.

I moan and tense up as he plows away at my sopping pussy with his fingers, my juices running everywhere. "A little… about eight inches." I pant as my pussy tenses again, around all three fingers. I begin to jerk my husband faster as I continue recanting my sordid affair. "Do you know, he didn't want to cum inside me? Such a gentleman, isn't that cute!” Joseph's cock lurches in my hand. It is now fully engorged. I sit up for a moment then lean down to kiss my husband, as I bring my pussy to his straining cock. "Do you want to hear more?" I ask him.

“I'm sure he’s heard enough,” Jeff replies, obviously embarrassed.

"Ssshhh," I reassure him. "You just lie there and let me take care of my husband while you watch."

I look out into the darkness of the teenager's bedroom, moving my hand rapidly on my husband's member, pumping up and down, rotating around his bulbous head and treating him the best hand job I can give.

"Jeff is a gifted and talented lover, Joseph. I know you like It that he can be intimate with me, but it makes me feel so dirty. He fucked me missionary, then doggie and I wanted to feel him cum inside me… and bring you his essence."  I hear Jeff groan over the phone andI immediately feel a surge of wetness, my juices dripping from my hairy pussy. "I wanted to feel him cum in me, Joseph. I was so horny. Jeff, can you now see how my husband appreciates how you serviced me?"

Sure enough, my husband is fully erect and writhing on the bed next to me. For the next five minutes, I stroke him lightly, applying a bit more pressure each time, stopping occasionally after I bring him to the edge and back. This goes on about ten times until I pick up the handset and switch it to speaker phone. 

"Can I tell you something?" I ask Joseph.

"Yeah," 

"I don't want you to be mad…," I pause as I jerk his cock from his uncut tip down to his deep pubic hairs. Then I slide back up again. "Promise?"

"Yes… Of course… I promise…" he murmurs.

"I was so horny I just needed to feel his young and virile seed in me and had him fuck me bareback. I did it for you…”

I then try something new that drives him nuts. I grip his cock tightly with my right hand, hold it for two or three seconds, and then release it completely. This makes the skin of his sticky manhood adhere partially to the palm of my hand, and when I release his cock, some skin sticks to my hand and is pulled out with it. By the time the skin of his cock returns to its normal position, my hand is on it again in a vice-like grip. With each release it looks like Joseph's nuts are going to explode despite his recent release. 

I lightly stroke upward. When my right hand is at the top of his slippery cock, the left hand takes over and strokes up. I did this so lightly that I managed to keep him on the edge again. Then I start stroking him quickly with both hands together, one on top of the other, while rubbing my thumb in circles on his frenulum.

"I hope you're not mad," I said as I rubbed my husband's manhood, "but I really needed it inside me."

Joseph grabs my hand and stops me, “I’m not mad. I could never get mad at you, or Jeff for that matter. I trust you. Even in this. You always do what's best for us and our family. I will do anything you ask of me, Sophie.”

 "Anything for family,” I instantly start jerking him off again. “Did you hear that, Jeff?”

“Yes…” I hear his voice squeak from the phone.

"You like watching, don't you?" I turn back to the window, staring at me across the void separating our houses. "Oh, Joseph… Jessica's boyfriend really fucked me hard. He made me cum so hard when he came inside me."

“Oh fuck, Sophie!” Jeff breathes down the phone.

"God, he had a big cock," I say as I hear the teenager begin to pant into the phone,  "He fucked me so hard. Mmmmm..." I groaned knowing that I had both my lovers on the brink.

"I’ve just had a great idea. Next time I'll bring you along and you can watch your wife get her pussy fucked by a teenage stud. Would you like that, Joseph?"

“Oh fuck yes!” Joseph exclaims as I release his swollen penis. I stand up from the bed, completely naked and framed in our window, and push my husband back onto the mattress. I approach the bed, stand over him, bend at the waist, and my mouth goes down to clamp tightly on his prick.

“Shit!” I hear the voice over the phone gasp as I grip my husband’s erection at the base and take hold of his ripe balls. I pump my hand and suck him in, and up and down. I hear him groan and he is jumping around like an electrical wire is attached to his genitals. I blow him like this for a good few minutes, as he holds my blonde hair out of my face so Jeffrey can see everything. Then I sit up and shuffle to the edge bed and look down at him, the way I looked at Jeff. I know they can both see their beautiful woman, completely in command.

“Let's take this to the window,” I demand, grabbing the phone and turning to face the large pane of glass, placing my hands on the cold, smooth surface and I assume the position, my back arching, my ass high in the air.

Joseph moves one hand down to my hips and places the other into the small of my back, pressing my breasts into the cold glass of the window. My titties squash, my areolas expanding against the pane of glass. He moves his other hand down the line of my hip to my pubic mound. Joseph's finger tips move through my hairy mound to my fat, pink, juicy lips. He runs the tip of his finger just along the slit of my pussy, very lightly and in the window reflection I can see the lust in his eyes. My breathing becomes heavy as he traces my slit with his finger, moving it inside me achingly slow. After a few moments of teasing he nuzzles it into my silky strawberry blonde pubic hair and nibbles on an earlobe before biting on my neck. The phone drops to the floor beneath us as my husband curls his finger up inside me in one quick motion.

The last of the day's sunlight illuminates us as Joseph removes his finger and begins kissing down my back, all the way down to my raw ass. He gives a playful, not too hard bite to my smarting right ass cheeks and with one hand on my hips, bends me over and I brace myself from the cold glass. I try to tell him to wait, but he has my ass spread and his tongue in my pussy before I can get a word out. I try to speak but I can't; only moaning at his tongue as it probes my labia and plunges into my pink well. All I can focus on is his mouth and tongue. I spread my legs a little more, wanting to make sure he gets as close as he can. He responds to my movement by slipping two fingers inside me and moving his tongue up to my ass.

Pumping his fingers into me, he swirls his tongue around my ass. He is hard as steel now, the scent of my excitement making him crazy with lust. Joseph then retreats, one hand one my hips, the other guiding his penis to my wet, waiting vagina. I turn my head and look at Jeff with a smile as I hear Joseph say, "I want him to give the show of his life."

I'm staring at Jeff, across in the opposite bedroom as my husband lifts my leg. I feel him position his throbbing erection to my slit before gently easing apart my outer labia. Anyone can see us, anyone... I wrestle with that thought for about one second before Joseph's revitalised dick settles between my legs, the length of his shaft pressing against my wet folds, his hands on my hips. Oh fuck he feels good. So exposed. So soft yet firm, so wide and warm. Ooh, my whole body tingled. Nothing else feels like this.

Joseph groans and rubs his shaft on me, bathing his cock in my slick folds. "Oh fuck that feels good," he breathes.

"Mmhm," I agree. Then the tip of his cock presses at my entrance. I freeze. He feels so big. My body vibrates with the need to feel him inside me, to swallow his cock into my depths, and feel him stroke my insides.

He stands just as still. I hear him swallow right before he pushes. His cock gently parts my lips and, with barely any resistance, begins to slide into me. My mind finally catches up with the situation. "This is so risky, Joseph!" I yelp as my inner walls clench around him. I try to reposition myself, but his hands hold my hips firmly in place. My husband grunts but stops with his cock just past my entrance. It feels amazing, so warm and big and hard. My body wants more.

"Sh–should I stop," he mumbles but doesn't move.

I don't want him to. Or rather, I want him to move in both directions at once, part of my mind screaming for him to get out and the other begging for him to plunge all the way in. Instead, I stand there, frozen, framed in the window for my young lover next door.

"No, Joseph. Let's do this."

He pushes again, groans and pulls back out, just resting the tip at my entrance again. "Sophie, you feel so good, so warm and tight..."

I relax, my heart beating too fast. After a few seconds, he swirls the bulbous tip around my slick folds, glides between my lips to my clit and back again. I moan. After my punishment his delicate movements feel so amazing inside me. When his rounded head settles at my opening, I push back, just a little. His bulbous cockhead slowly stretches my outer folds until the tip is lodged just inside my wet walls. It feels amazing. I can see Jeff, across the way, his hand a blur in his lap. He is imagining himself… here with me… and a little thrill of pleasure rushes through me. I shudder. The slight danger that we might be seen by anyone else, that Jeff and Joseph are lost in their pleasure because of me sends a jolt of warmth to my pussy, and I clamp down on him. My thighs quivering trying not to push again, to capture just one more inch. My husband groans and nudges at my wet flesh, slipping an inch of his hard shaft into me.

"Ah! Fuck" I squeal but don't move. He is panting into my hair, his body tense. He doesn't move either, desperate to draw this out for our spectator.

We hold ourselves there, lust rolling over both of us, waiting for something to give. I didn't wait long, shifting as he oh-so-slowly withdraws his cock back to my entrance, then gently forces my lips to swallow that round tip again, savouring every moment. I can hear his deep breaths, feel how tightly his fingers are digging into my hips as he tries to hold back. My pussy is squeezing him. Oh wow, it feels nice and big, stretching me so beautifully. I want more, I want to be filled up but my husband is busy fighting his urge to ram his cock all the way in and give me a good, hard fucking. My pussy is pulsing on his shaft, trying to hold him in no matter how taboo this is. He must be able to feel me throbbing around him. He pulls out again and I sigh as he holds still with just the bulbous tip kissing my pussy lips. I can't help myself. His round knob feels so good sitting there between my parted folds, so tempting. I wiggle a little, feel that large head pop in again. Just the tip. Oooh. I squeeze it, imagining it sliding in further and further. Oh...

He tenses. I am too busy concentrating on how good his cock feels inside me to realise that his hands on my hips had shifted, that my husband was repositioning, and now he was ready to piston into me.

"It’s time... Jeff... Get ready. Once I start….I won't be able to stop," he pants.

My lust-filled brain takes a second to register his words when I hear Jeff's voice respond, "I’m ready… you both look… incredible!”

Joseph yanks on my hips and thrusts hard, burying himself to the hilt.

"Fuuuuuck!" I cry out while my pussy contracts around him. "Fuck me, Joseph. Yesssssss…" I squirm and brace myself against the window and Joseph holds me down, his firm hands gripping my hips. I feel so full, like he has shoved his cock all the way into my stomach.

"Fuck, Sophie, you're so tight and warm. Oh shit this feels so good." He groans and holds himself deep inside me. My inner walls areadjusting around his shaft, my body making room for a good hard fuck. "Nngh, shit." He grunted and didn't move. "Just... give me a second. Oh fuck. Your pussy feels so good. Just let me... for a second. Unh." He pressed in a little more. “Ohmygod, mmm.” Joseph groans and slowly pulls out, leaving just the tip inside me again. I brace myself up against the window and he surges all the way into my hungry pussy again. As one, we look at their crotches as he sinks himself until my buttocks rest against his pubes. 

"Fuck me. Show my young lover how it's done!" 

He starts pushing my body into the window, my tits smash into the cold glass.

"Fuck! Sophie–unh, unh, unh," comes the voice from my phone as I see Jeff, standing now, jerking himself as he watches my husband thrusting into me.

"Oh fuck, you're so tight and hot, I can't– oh fuck, I can't hold on, you feel too good." He shudders, frantically taking his pleasure in my freshly broken-in pussy.

This feels amazing. I am thrusting back at him, my back arching, my ass grinding into his pelvis as his cock impaled my warm tunnel.

Jeff's panting voice comes from the phone on the floor between my legs. "Shit, oh fuck, guys… shit! I'm going to cum!"

I moan at the exquisite new feeling of a cock ravaging my hole, as I look up at the teenager as he works his cock rapidly. His whole body spasms.

It is an awesome sight: The low gurgling sound emanating from the phone crescendos, and his already thick cum vein thickens as a voluminous deluge of ball slop vomits out of his cumhole in a constant stream, up through the air to splatter on the window pane. At this distance it looks as if Jeff is pissing a thick flood of white cum up against the glass, with plenty splashing back onto Jeff himself. The young man hugs his cock tightly as his mind short circuits with pleasure from his copious emission, and he braces himself for the thrilling barrage of bliss that his long backed up orgasm will bring. 

"Your young lover is getting himself off watching you get fucked," Joseph moans in between thrusts and grunts. "Do you like him getting off to you? Watching your tits sway in the window? " 

"He appreciates us… who we are….what we do… cum inside me, Joseph," 

The teenager's monstrous dick keeps heaving nut sludge up and out of his slowly deflating balls, and by the end Jeff is left with his cock spent and dribbling thick cum into down his bedroom window while my husband, with one hand on my shoulder, one on my hip, fucks me to our own orgasms. The smack of our bodies against each other, his animalistic grunts and my moans fill the air. Jeff sees everything. The sight of my tits swinging with his thrusts, flattening against the cold glass. The way my back arches to present my sex to him. It must be like watching some well choreographed routine that could only be born through years of practice. It is. I look out the window in between cock thrusts and Jeff's eyes meet mine. He is still in the full view of the window, gently stroking his softening prick to the sight of us fucking as the sun sets and I love how delightfully depraved it makes me feel. His appreciative gaze says everything, and the cock filling my pussy with the slap of my man's balls against my clit, moves me closer and closer to my orgasm. 

A loud smack and sharp zing of redness on my ass brings me back to my side of the window. I look back and I see Joseph’s expression is a lustful scowl, jaw set, he is a man on a mission. I push on the window and push back against his thrusts to give him the extra leverage and the pressure he needs to get himself off. As I do my husband’s hips go into overdrive. The pace is frenetic and he puts both hands on my shoulders to hold me in place. We are a blur, swinging tits and balls, sweat pouring down his face and my back as he grips into my shoulders painfully. The torrent of thick liquid accelerating up through the underside of his cock begins spurting out the tip of his embedded erection in four enormous jets, followed by several smaller squirts. The first jet launches out with such speed that I actually feel it splash into my cervix, back onto the sensitive tip of his deeply-buried cock. 

He continues to pump pulse after pulse after pulse into me. I picture it completely filling my wet love tunnel, and mixing with my own plentiful juices before leaking deeper into my fertile womb, and also out between my legs. I must look like a whore.

After a minute Joseph stepped back from me, his softening penis swinging free. He picks up the phone from the floor then collapses with it on the bed. I am still supporting myself against the window. My hand grabs my breast, massaging it, presenting them to my voyeur. Then my other hand dives between my legs and strums on my hardened button, my eyes still locked upon Jeff’s. I am finger fucking myself steadily, my slender fingers pumping in and out of my cum filled, plump pussy. Soon my face contorts with pleasure, and my naked, cum covered body is shaking. I am cumming again, and I pump myself hard until my mind shuts down as I cry out my own amazing orgasm.

“Are you still there”? Joseph asks the phone.

“Yeah…”

“Meet me outside tomorrow morning, okay? Sophie and I have something we want to talk to you about. Jessica has a plan.”

“Jessica? Sure… okay.”

I am still framed in the window. Jeff is holding his phone to his ear. We are still staring at each other. I lick my finger and put it in my pussy, grabbing my tit with the other hand. I tilt my head back and after several agonising minutes work myself to yet another orgasm. When I finish, I look back at him, lean forward and kiss the window. Then I walk away and join my husband in Eleanor's bed.

________

I briefly hesitate the next morning before setting out when I see the weather forecast. The country park is far enough away to escape Eleanor’s ever watchful eye but Jessica's plan snowballed during the night. Originally I was going to take Jessica to this quaint little café come restaurant so she and Jeffrey could get to know each other a little better; their first official date since they split up and their first time together since her big sister had blackmailed him into keeping his distance. However, that obviously meant I was going to be taking Rachel as well… Jeff and Rachel's first official date since… Well, since ever! As he had never officially dated Rachel this would be their time to talk openly about everything. I wish my silly daughters hadn't treated him so cruelly. But that's all in the past now. Time to move forward. And because neither of them can drive themselves to this wonderful sounding nature reserve, I'm the designated driver. And because none of us plan this out on the phone, my husband has been tasked to get Jeff up into the mountains, by abduction if necessary!

We leave early to begin our long journey into the countryside. It will look like a girls day out. Our trip will take us some fifty miles away, and the forecast is distinctly enigmatic! The forecasters and their computers can't really fathom out what is going on in the mountains with any confidence, and their offering is a bit vague, allowing for every option from sunshine to fog and rain, and even the possibility of hail and sleet. We pack and dress accordingly, hopefully the café would be cozy if the weather turns against us. 

As we approach the country park, the full panoply of the mountains reveals itself, Jessica's eyes widen in awe. Then three of us have been city girls our whole lives and even though this stunning landscape is only an hour away, this is the first time we have really seen it. Jessica sees the beauty around her and Rachel grins at the view and the freedom it holds. Green and brown moorland, gives way to sloping up to grey screes and cliffs. A few white patches of still frozen winter snow still adorn the mountain tops. A sparkling lake emerges from the vast forests nestled in the valleys. Song birds tweeting their mating calls from the tops of gorse bushes. Streams singing as they cascade down slopes and into the deep chasms they have cut into the rocks over millennia, gurgling their way down to the intriguing dark blue lake. Jessica is right. This is an unexpected jewel of a place, its beauty unsurpassed: timeless and vast. Jessica turns to her identical twin and they immediately share a seemingly telepathic thought and hold hands. They are fit and active young women, dressed to impress in tight little dresses, their hair done to perfection. Years of walking and running, engaging in multiple outdoor sports helps me suddenly realise the twins feel at home here, whatever the weather is going to throw at them.

I drive on, following a winding road towards the café, a good mile or more from the main road. I stop the car in the small car park adjacent to the only building within sight and we step out of the car. It’s cooler up here in the mountains, a chilly breeze hits us and we pull on our coats for some extra warmth. Looking away to the south I can see dark clouds gathering over the city where our journey began. We had blue skies there when we started off. My hope that the worst elements of the forecast would turn out to be wrong now look to be a little over-optimistic, and I realise we might well be needing the waterproofs and warm gear I've packed. 

We park at the café and exit the car. That's when Jessica points through the trees.

“Can we go to the lake?” She asks.

“Why not, the boys will be at least an hour behind us.”

We begin to follow a winding trail that seems to lead to the water.  Slowly, the distance to the lake diminishes as I walk, with an identical twin in either hand, just like we did when they were children. This is a moment I will never forget. The morning sunshine is beginning to warm up the air as we stroll together, their identical figure hugging dresses are hardly appropriate for the walk but they do look beautiful. Like forces of nature, the green silk shining as the sunlight filters through the trees, their red hair flowing behind them. There are glorious views to the north and behind me, but ahead and to the south the sky is darker and gloomier. It's as if the city is containing some dark evil. Perhaps it is. On the range of hills to my right I can see the dark slant of rain falling from some errant grey clouds but right here, as we approach the shoreline, the weather is perfect.

We shed our coats and almost instinctively Jessica is drawn to walk to the edge of the water. Rachel looks at her and they both grin as they kick off their shoes and throw their socks towards me. Rachel presses play on her phone, starting her favourite track list and jogs the short distance to the incoming waves, after her sister. Each one splashing against their toes making each other giggle. They dance and spin, arms spread. Free spirits, comfortable and content. The twins look like a weight has been lifted from them, they are full of life and high as hell and up here, in the crisp mountain air, there is no-one here to spoil it. No worrying if they look silly or immature, as they laugh and splash together. Just my baby girls, the lake, the sun, and the wading birds. 

After several minutes they begin to walk through the gentle waves rippling against the shore line. They giggle one last time at a wave passing over their feet and up around her ankles and run back towards me, where I sit on a small pebbled beach with their jackets. Jessica beats her sister and out of breath she falls onto her stomach beside me and closes her eyes to refocus and relax once again. Rachel cuddles in next to me as we all let the sound waves drift our minds away.

Instinctively, I check my watch. “They will be here soon. We had better head back to the car.”

As we begin the trek back towards the little café the wind begins to strengthen. As the path winds through the forest the wind is joined by a blast of icy rain, and we hurry to the shelter of the canopy of the trees. Maybe this was just a squall and it would all pass. Maybe. That's when we come across three wooden lodges that seem to have their own pathway back to a little pier on the lake. They are unoccupied and in some state of disrepair but their covered wooden decks offer us some shelter from the passing shower. Jessica and Rachel scout around them in fascination, noting that they could be rented as a holiday home. I'm not convinced they would offer much in the way of creature comforts but can't help but lose myself in my daughter's fantasies of mountain living and holiday romances. When the rain stops we make our way back to the little car park and, rather than waiting in the café for an undetermined amount of time, we gather in the car.

We don't need to wait long.

“He's here!” Jessica spots our eighteen year olds car first, winding its way up the long driveway, and the twins immediately begin checking their clothes and faces. The car pulls up behind us and I watch in the mirror as Joseph steps out of his car, heads over to our passenger door, and opens it. “We go together,” Jessica informs her sister.

“No… you saw him first…” Rachel concedes graciously but I see the sadness she is hiding from her little sister, “You go… remember the plan.”

Jessica rises from her seat, kisses her father then reaches back inside to kiss me. Rachel hands over her purse and Jess steps out of the car. As she walks, she pulls down the tight dress, fixing the edges. Jessica looks stunning. She is a lightly freckled redhead with pale skin and looks like she belongs in the autumn. Her curves are generous and in full display, shown off by a forest green cocktail fitted dress. There is just enough cleavage to titillate, showing she had matching freckles on her chest. After deliberately slow and appreciative scrutiny, she meets Jeff's gaze who sits stunned in the driver's seat of his car. This time Eleanor isn't going to intervene and my baby girls have had enough time to meticulously prepare themselves. The green dress brings out the emerald green of her large eyes, thickly-lashed and with smoky mascara. Her lush mouth is adorned with a bright red gloss.

Her chest is visibly rising and falling in nervousness as she approaches his car. Jeff opens his car door, and as the distance shortens between them, Jessica breaks into a run. Jeff barely has time to shut the car door before the little redhead jumps into his arms and wraps her legs around his waist. He holds her tight, one hand sliding under her butt to support her. Jessica carefully touches her mouth to his, staying perfectly still, simply letting him take in the new sensation and adjust to it on his own terms as we all watch them. Jessica slips both of her delicate hands around his broad shoulders, pulling him gently but firmly against her, her hips pushing against his hips and breasts pressing into his chest. They look perfect together.

Jeff slips her hands around Jessica’s neck, their lips are caressing lips in earnest now. Jessica parts her mouth very slightly, and her tongue slips between her teeth and lightly tickles the young man's quivering lips. In the back seat Rachel quietly chuckles as she watches Jeff's lips part ever so slightly, surprising and delighting her sister at the same time. He wriggles his tongue into my daughter's warm wet mouth.

"Hey you two! Time to talk… You know… With your voices?" I comment and my husband chuckles alongside me.

Jessica breaks the kiss and then puts her lips to Jeff's ear and whispers something before pulling away.

“We are going to leave you love birds here,” Joseph says, “Don't worry, Ellen doesn't know, you're quite safe. Have a bite to eat, have a chat, make sure you get her home before it gets dark okay?”

“I'll look after her,” Jeff replies smiling, placing Jessica's feet back on the ground.

“I know you will,” I respond, sitting back inside my car. 

Joseph joins me and we watch them in the rear view mirror as we drive away until they are completely out of sight before stopping.

“We will wait here, Jessica will message us if she’s going to stay… or come back home with us.”

“She’ll be staying, dad,” Rachel mumbles from the back seat, staring at her silver pendant, “she knows how important this is. Didn’t you see them kissing?”

“Some things are meant to be,” I lament as my husband reaches over and places a reassuring hand on my lap. 

“Did you talk to him on the way here?” I ask him.

“About everything. He's completely in the loop… and on board.” He says cryptically.

I understand his choice of words. He's being careful because Rachel is in the back seat… and, as I look back at her I can see something is very wrong. She is trying to hide it by burying her head in her hands but there are tears streaming down her face. I think I understand; she is in love with Jeff, and perhaps loves him just as much as Jessica does… but she is being forced to give him up for her twin sister. Her heart is broken. I know how she feels.

Several minutes later our phones ping and we read the same message. “She’s staying,” I announce with a happy sigh.

“Come on, let's escape the weather at the Mall. It's only half an hour away, Jess and Jeff will meet us there… let's spoil ourselves.”

“Can I just sneak back in and use the bathroom, dad? I'll be careful… and quick.”

“Make sure you aren't seen.”

“I’ll be like a ninja!”

Sure enough, a minute or so later she reappears. She looks much happier now. She bundles herself into the car and like we speed down the gravel driveway like escaping bank robbers. 

________

As I drive us back to civilization Rachel is tip tapping away at her screen, sending a myriad of messages. We sit in silence. I am worried but my husband quietly warns me with a squeeze of his hand that I need to give her space. My youngest daughter is saying nothing, she is avoiding my gaze. There is something she is not telling me and it is eating me up inside. Does she suspect Jessica is going to give him her virginity? Are they going to run away together to escape the chaos I have created in their lives? Does she know what I have done to get us all back together? I am in my own illicit relationship with her sister’s boyfriend. I feel guilty and to blame for her misery.

Joseph is wise. The Mall is a good a place as any to meet, among the hussle and bussle of the crowds. An hour after our arrival we hear Jess and Jeff are on their way and head to the main entrance to hide in plain sight. Less than half an hour later the young couple walk through the door, hand in hand. Jessica looks different and I do instantly worry she has given him her virginity, she is walking tall, a smile upon her lightly freckled face. They look amazing together. Joseph and I share a little smile. After the greetings are over I notice Rachel has left us and has headed over to a vacant bench seat on the other side of the walkway. Jeff follows my gaze and sees her, the ginger haired twin, sitting all by herself. She looks so cute, wearing an identical dress to her sister, her hands in her lap. 

“Go to her,” whispers Jessica into her boyfriend’s ear. He turns towards her and she smiles, “She’s waiting for you. It’s ok.”

Jessica stands by her fathers side as the eighteen year old boy steps into the crowd, trying to cross the walkway as the people weave past him, blocking our view. I stand with my beaming daughter and take Jessica’s hand… but she slips her fingers from me and turns away. Shit! She… knows… Jeff must have told her. She’s being subtle about it but her body language is speaking volumes; she is avoiding me. I immediately panic and Joseph senses my distress taking the hand that Jessica vacated. She is studying her phone. She won’t even make eye contact with me. My heart sinks. This is the price I knew I would need to pay… but I am not prepared to pay it today.

We give Jeff and Rachel some time to be together and then make our way through the crowds to join them. The sight that greets us is startlingly similar and equally distressing. Rachel and Jeff are hugging… but tears are still streaming down her freckled cheeks.    

As we approach, Jeff kisses her and holds her as she gathers herself together. When we are within earshot he caresses her face, "I have the love of my life in Jessica and that will never change. That doesn't mean I can't love you too. We have learned that we can love more than one person and I think you could be that. But this is brand new to both of us. We need to give it time and see what develops. Okay?"

Rachel nods as the tears flow and a smile lights up her face. When she can finally speak, she wipes the tears away, "God, I'm a mess and here comes my family."

As we emerge through the crowd the couple stand up, possibly to hide her embarrassment, or any tell tale sign of her emotional release. Jessica rushes to her boyfriend as Rachel steps to one side to allow him to hug her… but she does not release his hand. Jess and Jeff are supposed to be together. I glance back at the dejected Rachel… but she’s changed! Her face looks now like she is going to burst in delirious excitement. What is going on? What does it matter? If my children are happy then I am happy. I look at my husband and he smiles like he has realised something that I am yet to see. He has an almost knowing expression on his face which strikes me as odd considering all the criss crossing variables in front of us.

“I love you,” says Rachel, calmly and clearly, for everyone to hear. Even though this has never been a secret, I am still stunned. This should be awkward, even embarrassing, to make such a declaration in front of us and her sister but, for some reason, it is right. Her love is genuine. From her mended heart. I look back at Jessica who just looks across at them adoringly and then back to Joseph and I. We are confused but happy. It’s clear we have missed something important here but I am happy. I would do anything for family.

Rachel kisses Jeff again, and then while looking right into his enquiring eyes she smiles and kisses him again.

"Rachel, I love you too," he mumbles between kisses.

Rachel looks as she did that day when she first saw him, doe eyed and smitten. She kisses him one more time, then removes some of her lipstick from his lips and Jeff looks simply bewildered. He looks at her strangely. Almost in shock. He looks up into her sparkling green eyes…like his heart might have even stopped. But she doesn't notice… but a wave of comprehension washes over him and he seems to… relax. He nods and smiles as Rachel glances at her twin sister then leans in and kisses him one last time. 

"Anything wrong?" she asks, picking up on his change of body language, as she wraps him in her tight embrace.

"No," he says, smiling, “Nothing at all.”

"Honey, you need to let the poor boy go," I say, trying to give Jeff some space to come to terms with whatever is occupying his thoughts.

The twins release him and they immediately walk off together, their heads together in heated, enthusiastic whispers.

“Time to go our separate ways,” Joseph says to the young man.

“So as not to arouse Ellen's suspicions. She's… with Jerome. She shouldn't be aware of any of this. I'm glad you've had some time together,” I add as I look quizzically to the twins who are gossiping eagerly.

“Yes, thank you for arranging everything. I like them a lot.”

“You said you loved them,” I correct him, with an assuring smile.

“I do. I love them both.” 

Both… interesting! Something else is at play here and I am eager to find out what it is. As my daughter’s disappear into the crowd I see Jessica take off her necklace and place it around the neck of her sister.

No!

No! No! NO! They swapped? Everything hits me at once. Of course they swapped places again. It was an incredibly stupid and risky decision but… I know Jessica. She told me, without words, every time I admonished her for her manipulation of him. She loves Jeff, but Rachel loves Jeff too. It is part of who Jess is. She would sacrifice her own happiness if it meant her sister could be happy… except her conscientious twin would do exactly the same thing for her. They were stuck. Sharing him. Until they got caught because “he wouldn’t choose”. Of course! If he somehow loved one sister more than the other… then then the losing sister could step aside. But that didn’t happen. And that hasn’t happened again. Jeff loves Jessica but has also publicly declared his love for Rachel too. Either they manipulated him into realising this or they did this to help them realise themselves. I am stunned. Shocked. 

Fuck! Now he knows. Jeff worked it out! Just moments ago. That last kiss. Something twigged inside of him… but he doesn’t look angry. He has just told me he loves them both! It is as if he has come to terms with it too. This could have easily ended in disaster! 

For fucks sake how long have they been decieving us? The twins have pretended to be each other since this morning and I didn’t even realise! This was a huge and risky experiment. It explains why Rachel… no why Jessica, has been acting strangely distant. She knew she was risking it all… and why Rachel had spent most of the morning in floods of tears. She thought he might choose Jessica… who selflessly swapped places with her… and it nearly broke her. It could have backfired on them both. If I worked out her deception I would have put a stop to it. But they needed Jeff to realise he was in love with both of them…

…that he needed to choose them both to get them out of the impossible position they found themselves in. He saved them. He has saved my family. I can't help myself; happy tears spring from my eyes. I let go of my husband's hand and hug Jeff closely, nuzzling into his ear.

“Don't lock your door tonight,” I breathe, noticing a rather obvious bulge in his pants.

“Come on girls, burgers then home!” Joseph shouts as he hurries after them, takes a daughter in each arm and leads them back into the Mall.

“Thanks for everything, and everything still to come,” I tell the young man as I pull away to join my family, “You head home now, so we don’t all arrive together. We’ll give you a head start. Thank you for last night and thank you for today. Safe journey my love. You never fail to amaze me.” 

________

The “We need to talk.”

“Mom, I can explain–” she's ready to confess immediately.

“No, we don't need to talk about that. I know what you did and why you did it. It was selfless. It was risky. It was stupid and could have ended in disaster… but it didn't.”

Jessica is looking at me, glassy eyed, on the verge of tears. This has been a difficult day for her. Rachel has fallen asleep. Joseph is catching up on work emails so, before we head to bed, I have decided to have this conversation with my youngest daughter. I am wearing a loosely tied bathrobe, covering a sheer, white baby-doll nightdress over a tiny pair of pale yellow panties. Short, see-through and wide open at the sides.

“Are you okay?” I ask her.

“I'm sorry I had to keep our plan from you! You wouldn't have approved. You would have stopped us!”

“Of course I would have stopped you! But only because after everything he's been through, he didn't deserve to be lied to again!” I stare at her as she begins to shiver. “That's the last time you ever do that. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mom,” she agrees, her bottom lip quivering, “I promise to tell him we swapped tomorrow. Face to face. When he knows the truth he can… choose.”

“Jessica… you're the most intelligent of all of us… but sometimes you can be so stupid!” She looks at me like I've slapped her face. “He already knows you swapped places with Rachel.” I can see the myriad of thoughts behind her eyes as she contemplates what I've just said. Now she's trembling. Lost for words. "Come sit with me in the garden. The kettle is on, I'll make us a couple of hot chocolates before bed."

I offer her my hand and she takes it. Not fast. Not brave. Just sure enough to mean it. She moves down the hallway, past the living room where Rachel sleeps, a blanket holds the shape of her body. The kettle is just starting to hum in the kitchen and seconds later I am pouring the hot water into the chocolate powder.

"Go sit," I gently command, "I'll be right there."

She does. The front door clicks softly behind her as she makes her way to the garden. It's dark. The garden is dew-slick. Quiet. The air is cool, and the bench is still in shadow. Their bench. She lowers herself slowly, fingers tight around the hem of her shirt. She curls one leg beneath her and rests the other on the stones, grounding herself in something solid. When I join her a moment later, I'm carrying two steaming mugs. I set it down without a word and sit beside her like we've done so many times before. She's still holding the silence like a glass vase--careful not to drop it. Unsure if it's meant to be passed back or smashed to the floor. The warmth of the mug in her hands is familiar, but something inside her isn't settling. She turns the cup in small circles, breathing in the steam, trying to find an answer to the confusion she has created for herself. She's not sure she can. Finally, without looking up, she says:

"How do you know?"

My voice is calm and soothing, "I saw his reaction, after you kissed him. I saw him realise he wasn't kissing Rachel. You felt it too. You asked him if anything was wrong."

She remembers the embrace, the shift in his body language. She swallows.

"How could he tell…"

"I don't know.”

“You might be wrong.” Her voice is thin. Tight. She keeps going, afraid that if she stops, I'll say the one thing she couldn't bear to hear. 

"I'm not wrong. He knows. He saw Rachel take off your necklace and give it back to you."

“Oh no… I've done something so stupid. I don't want to lose him, Mom. We thought we were being careful… we had deceived him so many times before… I …we didn’t think he would notice one last time," she buries her head in her hands and the tears begin to flow. “I've ruined everything.”

"No you haven't! Think back! What did you say to you? What were his exact words?"

She looks up. “He said… nothing was wrong.”

I set down my mug carefully on the bench and turn to face her.

"Jessica, he knew and he said nothing was wrong," I say softly, "he said he loved Rachel AND he said he loved you. As he watched you walk away with your sister he told your father and I that he loved you both."

A pause.

"But he... he can't love us both… he can’t have us have both." She blinks, clearing her tears.

"Why not?"

"Because… that’s not how it works. You fall in love. You get married. You have a baby…”

Why are my daughter’s obsessed with getting married and having babies! I pause, knowing fine well I would love to bear him a child. I bet it would be a boy and would cure me of this family curse.

"Jessica, trust me, Jeff isn’t thinking of marriage and commitment and having a family yet. He is looking forward to his studies and building a career for himself. You’re focusing on the end and if you do, you will miss out on the joy of the romance, the forging of a friendship, the beauty of walking the path through life together… The love and the sex that you both might share along the way. Don’t try to skip to the end."

"But… he will have to choose one day…"

"He might, but that could be years from now and who knows what might happen in that time. We just need to make sure he does not choose Eleanor. She’s out there… waiting for a sign of weakness. She will strike. You need to be ready."

"What if Ellen actually is the better choice for him…?"

“Are you kidding me, Jessica?”

“She loves him, Mom, you said so yourself. I love him and I know what I would do for him… and she has already done so much. She is so in love with him she’s willing to do anything to keep him. She can offer him so much more than me. She’s better in every way and she would already have him… if she hadn’t turned into such a psychotic bitch!”

“He finds her repulsive now… I spent a lot of time getting to know him. I know he won’t be swayed by her sexual advances.” 

She breathes out a sound that's more ache than relief.

"What if I’ve ruined it anyway?" she whispers, "What if dating both of us is too much?"

I don't flinch.

"Then we make a rule."

She turns to me, eyes shining.

"A rule?"

"The first one," she nods, "You're not allowed to lie to him. If something is bothering you, you just tell me what you need and we figure it out together."

She becomes still.

"But... what if it’s something he needs… that I can’t give him?"

"Sex?” Jessica nods, “It’s not always about sex, Jess. I am actually proud of you for not throwing yourself at men the way Eleanor does. She uses sex as a weapon to get what she wants… but then what she wants slips through her fingers. But if you’re worried that he has needs that aren’t being satisfied… let me know," I say, with a soft smile.

"I know, Mom.”

“You know?”

“You always take charge. You always know what to do. You’re so beautiful… and I’ve seen the way he looks at you too. I know he won't say no to you. So that’s rule two,” her green eyes show nothing but empathy and compassion. Jessica is a wondrous human being but how could I possibly take something for myself that was never meant for me? My youngest daughter sees my pain and squeezes my hand, “I know you saved him from Ellen, and I know you and daddy are happier than you have been in a long while… because he helps you in return. Rule two: Don’t be afraid to show him you love him.” 

I can’t help myself, I begin to blush deep red. There can be no denying it.

“Mom, you already told me you loved him too.”

“I do, Princess. I really do. But I know he is meant for you… and I will do anything for family.”

“You always do. But would you really do… Anything?”

“All you need to say is 'He needs you, Mom', and I'll know what to do."

Jessica turns to me and smiles, she reaches up and feels the shame burning my cheeks, "Thank you. You can count on me to do all that I can to help my family, Mom. And I trust you to look after Jeffrey. We don’t need to hide things from each other. Not anymore."

She sets her mug down. Her hands are steady now.

"Anyway, I think he chose Rachel today."

I meet her gaze without hesitation, "What on earth makes you think that?" I say, and reach for her hand again.

"Because she was intimate with him today. Did you see her sleeping on the sofa? Dreaming of him. She looks completely fucked!”

I can’t hide my shock, “Did she…?”

“No!” Jessica corrects my misconception, “No, they didn’t do that… but they did make each other… cum…”

“Oh, did they now?” I chuckle.

“You should see the state of Rachel’s panties!” We burst out into fits of laughter in the garden.

After a few minutes, after we have calmed down, we hold hands again. “Do you want to do something intimate with him… tonight?” She looks up at me but says nothing. But I can see the hope burning in her eyes. “Let’s get Rachel to bed and tell your Dad that we are going next door… I’ll sneak you in… I told him to expect a visitor tonight. He will be pleased to see you. Trust me.”

“I trust you, Mom”

“It's been far too long since I've had a little flower like you to tend to. This old woman is going to help you bloom, my baby girl. Into whatever it is you want to be."

________

We make it into the house easily and, once safely in the kitchen, we make plans for our eventual escape. I'm going to stay hidden, leaving the door unlocked in case we need to make a swift exit. Jessica, still in her green, figure hugging dress, begins her ascent up the staircase. When I see her disappear into Jeff's bedroom I am suddenly overcome with curiosity. There is a small airing cupboard at the top of the stairs, right next to his room. I could be out of sight and I might be able to eavesdrop on them.

So I too quietly sneak up the stairs and as slowly as possible I open the closet door and secure myself inside. It's a tight, warm space, but I'm comfortable and I can press my ear up against the wall.

The sounds are muffled, at least they are being discreet.

"Can I see it? Please?" Jessica’s voice. Shit. Suddenly I feel guilty listening in to another daughter’s intimate moment. 

Jeff must be stunned into silence. After a few moments I hear him reply nervously, "Really Jessica? What about Rachel?"

“Oh, she had her fun earlier this evening. She showed me the mess you left in her panties…”

“You swapped places with her.”

“I did,” she sighs, sounding worried, “that's really why I'm here; to apologise.”

“Why did you do it?”

“Rachel is feeling left out… you are so open and honest confessing your love for me. But when it came to Rachel, well, quite rightly I suppose, you are more reserved. She needed to hear what you really thought of her. So she switched with me so she could ask you outright.”

“I knew you switched…” he confesses, “I knew I was with Rachel at the Café.”

Jessica chuckled, “No, it was me at the café, at least initially. Remember when I went to the bathroom? Rachel met me inside. When they drove away, they stayed just out of sight until I gave her the message… I gave her my necklace in the bathroom and we swapped… ”

He is silent again.

“I'm sorry, but she needed to know. Don't be mad. You passed with flying colours and I promise never to switch places with her again. She was going insane, thinking she might lose you… Mom and Dad, they couldn't stand seeing her like that. But I knew… you loved her just as much as you love me.”

“Are you really so sure?” he mumbles. I can barely hear him. 

“Yes, you told me, when I pretended to be Rachel… later at the Mall. She thought you were going to break up with her to be with me." Jessica says, with worry in her voice.

“It's going to be complicated.”

“We know and we accept that. You told me you love her. Do you love me?” she asked sweetly.

"I can only be with Rachel in stolen, private moments. Do you seriously think that it would be okay with anyone if they see me kiss your twin in public? I love you, Jessica, very much, but how can it be possible for all three of us to be in a relationship?”

“We will figure it out together. So what now?" Again their voices are hushed… and I can hear soft rustling. 

They are kissing. Or hugging. Either way… I smile happily to myself in the darkness.  

"I want you. I want to pleasure you. Do you want me?"

"Jessica, please. My parents are in the next room." And Jessica’s Mom is in the airing cupboard listening in at the opposite wall, I chuckle. 

"We love each other… I want to consummate that love." My youngest daughter is being brave. She’s never like this!

"Jess!"

"Shush, just let me do this."

I pull my ear away from the wall. I don't need to hear this. Not this time. My daughter is eighteen and she is alone in the bedroom of her eighteen year old boyfriend. She is a woman, learning what it is to love and be loved. I remember back when I was eighteen, sneaking into Joseph’s bedroom. The shy boy who would become the love of my life. That was twenty years ago… and the things we discovered… together.

I give the young couple a good ten minutes before curiosity gets the better of me and my ear returns to the wall.  

"Did you like that?" I hear Jessica say, breathlessly.

"Oh my god that was so hot." 

Then more rustling followed by another pause for more kissing…?

"How did you like that?" 

"Oh Jess, you are a blowjob Princess!" Oh! Ah! Not kissing!

"Am I good enough?"

“You're too good!” I pull away from the wall once more. I wonder if she has even seen a boy’s penis before… and now… would she be losing her virginity tonight? I physically push myself away from the wall. This is a test for me. I don’t want to hear. I don’t want to know. Then I jolt to alert with a start. The bed in the next room has started to creak. Like my illicit rendezvous with the young man, Jeff and Jess find that getting intimate time together is going to be a challenge.

But now his overworked bed is moving, I can hear the bed-springs squeaking, the headboard gently bumping against the wall. Was it happening? Tonight? Was my baby girl losing her virginity? Were Jeff and Jess fucking? All my senses are now on full-alert. I was hot and uncomfortable, and now I was going to have to listen to the people I care about more than anything in the world… make love. I don't know whether to feel happy or sad.

After maybe five minutes of unmistakable and increasingly insistent bed thumping, although it feels longer than that, Jessica starts to make noises. First muffled moans, then progressively louder and more breathless "Aaahhhs." My ears strain to catch each sound while my heart races with excitement.

It took zero imagination on my part to picture Jeff on top of her, plunging his prick into her tight, virginal pussy with enthusiasm, sweat pouring off his forehead and his wild hair draped over his face. Her small chest spread out and squashed between them, a pungent film of perspiration between their bodies, lubricating their friction as they slide against each other.

"Fuck, Jess," I hear him pant, "you feel so good."

I listened intently, trying to calculate how long it all would go on. But I can’t even work out what they are really doing, just the gentle, loving sounds leaking through the thin wall. I could envision his skinny ass-cheeks pumping away, his balls banging up against the confluence of their groins.

"Ahh… so do you," she moans.

"Are you gonna cum Jessica?”

"I'm… so… close!" she gasps.

The tempo picks up over the next few minutes, resulting in even more violent bed-shakings. Jeff's grunts were stifled but unmistakable. Jessica's "oohhs" and "ahhs" grow to a quiet crescendo, and a final prolonged exhalation signals that she has reached orgasm. “Fuuuucckkkmmmph!” She begins to scream, but hastily stifles it in order to prevent her from waking Jeff's parents.

Jeff's panting also increases, although he was much quieter I could definitely here him mutter, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," with a wet slap of skin against skin followed by a groan. 

Then all is still. It can only mean that Jeff has finished. His penis would still be hard and up her, but would be softening and surrounded by his flooded sperm. I swallow. I hear the teenagers murmur little love-sounds into each other's ears. They have achieve the ever elusive college-age trifecta: a good undisturbed fuck, with the female cumming first and then the male afterwards. Except for the heat, it doesn't get any better than that. Everyone will be happy but probably soaked. I am coated with sweat myself but decidedly less content. It is brutal to be horny as hell yourself and then hear my daughter and my lover get their pleasure. My nipples are achingly hard. I stand there still, unmoving, reliving in my head all the sounds I have just witnessed, the murmurs of pleasure, the tempo of the penetrations, Jeff's final satisfied grunt. My youngest daughter's virginity… gone?

I hear them uncouple and separate. If they weren't having a secret encounter they would now be sleeping close together, wrapped in each other's limbs. But this is not the time or the place.

"That was–" Jeff tries to find the words to describe what he has just experienced.

My daughter is deflowered. I feel a maternal need to comfort her and to celebrate in their joining. Instead my daughter surprises me.

"Next time… you're taking my virginity… you're going to cum inside me."

What? That wasn't sex? Her cherry is still intact? I was sure she would give herself to him. Even I hadn't been as strong willed as my baby girl. I had eagerly given him my pussy. She… will make him wait. Even more surprising, he hasn't simply taken it. They must both be naked… they must both have been… close. 

"It is hot," Jessica slurs, "but we're all messy now."

"Yeah, I’ve got to clean all this without my Mom getting suspicious!" 

The bed creaks once more and I know they are hugging and kissing each other,  enjoying the aftercare as they enjoy their naked vulnerability. After another long minute or two Jeff breaks the silence.

"So much for getting some rest," he says softly.

"I love you," Jessica whispers.

“I love you too,” I hear him whisper back, then silence.

“Thank you for everything today,” she says, as I hear her move around the room, obviously putting on her discarded clothes, “You have made my sister and I very happy. Thank you for tonight. I really appreciate your kindness and your love… for us both. I promise to be everything you want me to be. I can feel you…” she giggles, “I'll tell Rachel everything. Let's see if we can start fixing this. I'm ready to start showing you that you can trust me again, and won't have to worry about the future. I love you and I don't want to lose you again. Not ever."

I feel a tear meander down my cheek. I shouldn't be here but I can feel her love through the thin walls. I'm glad to finally understand my daughter. I'm proud to have secretly witnessed this moment between them. But I need to move! I disengage from the wall and quietly open the door, checking the hallway before stepping out into the corridor. Then I creep to the top of the stairs. Behind me I hear Jeff's bedroom door open and there, looking rather disheveled but still stunningly beautiful, stands a very happy Jessica.

I put my fingers to my lips and, holding hands, I tip toe down the staircase with her towards the kitchen. She turns to face me when I suddenly stop, short of the back door. 

“I understand Mom,” she whispers, “you need him too... He needs you, Mom.”

Rule two.

I am about to protest but she puts her finger to my lips. Opens the back door and slips into the night.

________

I open his bedroom door to Jeff wiping tears from his eyes. My heart bleeds for him. He is not shedding tears of pain, Jeff is radiating pure love for the woman who has just slipped away into the night. He looks bewildered for a moment but then quickly realises it is me and pulls the duvet up over his cum covered abdomen. I close the door behind me and rush over to his side. I wipe his cheek but his years are replaced by new ones. It is time for his own personal catharsis and once begun it won't stop until he has let it all out. 

I realise how I must look to him. I'm still wearing a bathrobe, not the best garment for a secret illicit encounter, revealing my sheer, white baby-doll nightdress over a tiny pair of pale yellow panties. I sit on the bed, facing him cross legged. He can't help but look into the opening of the robe, which hangs open to reveal my cleavage. As I move slightly, my nipples would disappear and reappear from behind the fabric. I wrap him in a motherly embrace, sliding around his waist to pull him into my soft femininity. Tensing in alarm he struggles until he simply gives in, his head lowering over my shoulder to allow his cheek to press to mine, his arms holding me tightly against him.

"Why are you crying? Please don't cry… I can't stand to see you in pain," I whisper.

“I don't… want to lose her… S–Sophie… What are you doing here?" Jeff's voice sounds breathy and he squeezes his eyes shut, the last of the moisture escaping to zig zag down his cheeks.

"I… I helped Jessica sneak in… but I stayed. I heard everything. You're an incredible young man, do you know that? You are simply an amazing human being. I wanted to make sure Jessica left safely before I slipped out myself. But then… my heart couldn't take it when I heard you crying… why? Your time with Jess sounded so… special?" 

My arms tighten as I speak, pressing more firmly against him. His exhausted body betrayed him and I feel his penis stir.

"I’m here for you… if you want some company?" I ask, running my fingers through his hair, stroking him, consoling him like he is the son I never had.

"Sophie, why have you chosen me? Why have you all chosen me?"

"I don't have the desire or need to get into all the complications that go into answering that right now," I quietly reply, "But we all have our ‘one’. You have something that makes you so irresistible… to all the females in my family. You are pure and innocent, intelligent and sexy. Everyone needs companionship and love and you… you radiate yours. I feel its warmth."

“That's the one thing you all have in common: You've all said I make you feel warm.”

“You do. And I'm lucky to have experienced it too.” I look at her for a few seconds then smile and say, "I have you for companionship and love, I am perfectly happy we found each other… that we all found each other," I correct myself.

“But there's more than that between us, isn't there?” He unexpectedly puts his arm around my shoulders and kisses my cheek, then looking deep into my eyes he asks, "What about making love, the physical love that we have between us?"

I sigh and lean into his shoulder and whisper, "I can live without that if this is all we ever have. You are meant for my daughter. Hearing you two together… it was the most beautiful thing. Real love."

He is just like Jessica, caring and conscientious, kissing the top of my head and hugging me close as he responds, "Everyone needs the pleasure and release of physical love, it's how we are wired. I get it. But you committed adultery… for me. It's a crime… and I don't know how I can possibly keep everyone happy. That makes me unbelievably sad. That's why I'm crying. I know this is doomed. All of it."

I am horrified by his statement. I put my arm across his chest and say, "You don't know that. Love has a tendency to find a way. This and you are all the love I need, if you make my daughter happy then I will be happy."

We sit for a few more minutes and then he pulls away as he notices he is still wearing his own semen but I just snuggled right into his sticky chest with a long sigh. 

“I should shower…”

“I like the scent of you… it turns me on. I can smell Jessica too. Thank you for not taking her virginity tonight. The timing would have been...”

“Is today… some important day?” He says, suddenly panicked.

“Oh no, nothing like that!” I reply, “When women live together, we kinda get… in sync. She will be ovulating anytime in the next few days.”

“Oh, right!”

“You make her night with you special without complicating things with some unplanned pregnancy with her first time. Men aren't usually so empathic or self aware during sex. I heard you with her. You are wonderful. You're special.”

“No, not me… I'm broken.”

I stroke his head and shoulder with the arm that is around him. Then I tilt his head back and kiss him on the lips. He tenses briefly, but doesn't pull away this time, and a second later he is letting me kiss his lips and cheeks. As I kiss down his neck he tilts his head to the side and offers me an easier access.

“No… you're just perfect. Never let anyone make you believe you're broken. I love you." I whisper as I look up.

There, through his bedroom window I see a movement in the window of the house opposite. It is Eleanor's bedroom window. I can see who I assume is Rachel, standing there, watching. Smiling. She knows. Just as Jessica knows. This isn't my secret anymore. This belongs to us all.

I watch Rachel for a reaction and my hands explore his slippery chest, teasing my fingers through his chest hair, he stiffens a bit but I am unconcerned. I squeeze my tits against him and start running my hand over his body while he nuzzles into my ear, breathing heavily, and kissing and nibbling my ear and my lobes. My lips find the sensitive, soft part of his neck and form a perfect seal there. My mouth sucks, my tongue dances and I draw his blood to the surface of his skin. I see the sensation of my sucking sends shivers throughout his body. As I continue, he gasps and I remove my mouth from his neck, revealing to Rachel that I have marked him with a bright purple hickey.

He stops his kissing, pulls back a bit and we look at each other for a long time. I am dying to know what he is thinking. I have marked him now as he marked Jessica. How will he explain the love bite? I leaned back in and kiss his lips again, this time letting my tongue slip out and taste him. He shudders and then tenses up again. I smile, kiss his forehead and cheeks and explain, "I love you so much for allowing this. And for not popping Jessica’s cherry… I guess I owe you another one."

Before he can answer I silence him with another kiss. When our lips finally part he smiles as his eyes fill up once more.

“You gave me your daughter… daughters… you gave birth to them. You don't owe me. I owe you… for everything you've done to help me,” he sobs, “I owe you everything! You even warned me I had chosen the wrong daughter.”

"You know why I told you that? Nobody, and I mean nobody but the twins would have been good enough for you and you know why," I conclude. "I am selfish and want you to stay home forever. Close by. Close to me. Not to be with Eleanor, who despite everything, is clearly in love with you. I desperately wanted to break up my own daughter's relationship. Some mother I am."

"I think you're the best.”

I stand there in my bathrobe, looking at him, his tears dripping from his cheeks. I’m glad that he holds me in such high regard. I know I put him in a difficult position. But I know I just might be able to reform and reshape the mess my destructive daughter has made of his life. His words are important to me. What he thinks and feels is important to me. He is important to me.

“You helped make me the woman I am today," I tell him as I climb into his bed beside him.

"I'm not so sure my presence in your life has been of much benefit to you," he mumbles.

“You’ve brought my family together again after Eleanor nearly pulled it apart. I know the impact you've had on us. You are the glue that is holding us all together.”

“But… I'm with Jessica now…” he says as he cuddles into me. “I don't want to cheat on her…”

“Honey, she already knows.”

“What? H-How?” He stammered, gripped by fear.

“She can see us… She is watching us now.”

He looks up. Standing in the window opposite, is Rachel, just as I had been not so long ago. Then Jessica steps into view, having made it safely home, and they could both clearly see, despite the dim light, that I am lying in Jeff's bed with their boyfriend. He is frozen and I hug him tighter to comfort him.

“See, they know. They understand.”

But he doesn't understand. The twins notice our gaze is upon them and give us both a tentative wave. By reflex Jeff waves back and they smile. They then seem to discuss things before coming to a decision. Carefully and deliberately, they close their curtains.

“Of fucking hell.” Jeff moans.

"I told you we are an unconventional family. After Eleanor, I knew you needed complete transparency and honesty. Jessica has known for a while. She is worried, she knew you were trying to choose between her and her twin sister and she thought making it a battle between all four of us would push you over the edge. That is my fault, I made you forget about Eleanor, but in doing so I selfishly replaced her with myself.”

“She knows we've had sex together? That you cheated on their father?” He blurts in a panic.

“Joseph and I explained everything to them. It's okay. Please, don't worry. This is the plan. This is what we all want. All of this.”

“And I thought Ellen was pretty fucked up!” He is shaking, trying to come to terms with the reality of our situation.

“Shush my love. Just calm yourself. Let me just hold you.” He curls up into a ball… clutching a pillow and shaking with sobs. “Oh poor baby…”, I whisper, trying to soothe him, holding him close to her. He tries to squirm away, but I only hold him tighter, stroking his hair… whispering in his ear. “It's okay baby. Just cry. It's okay. It's okay… this is the plan. Is this not what you want?” I see my words strike home. Stripped back and bare… isn't this the perfect solution? Only together can we protect each other from Eleanor. He now knows… everything. We are in this together. All of us. Everyone. We are family. All of us.  “I can leave, Jeff. I'm only here to make sure you understand. I am not like Eleanor. You can choose your own future…”

His emotions are running riot inside of him. The tears stream from his eyes. He is so vulnerable… so conflicted. I can't help it; I hug him closer and he cries into my bosom as I stroke his hair, gently rocking him like a child. Slowly his crying becomes less intense, until finally he is just sniffling. I push his face up to mine gently, holding his chin… and he looks up at me and I look down at him with love. He does not shy away from my eyes and I use the pad of my thumb to brush the tears from his cheeks and eyes, and I lean down and kiss him gently on the nose.

“Shall I go?” I ask him quietly.

He looks across at Eleanor's old bedroom opposite then back at me. I feel him relax, once again either accepting his fate or deciding to join our family.

“I need…” he begins, looking for words to explain his conflicting emotions, “No, I want you to stay. I'm tired of feeling so lost and alone…”

I take a chance, reaching my hand down beneath the blanket. His stomach flutters at that first touch, and he draws in a sharp intake of air, as my hand comes to rest above his penis. I feel the first stirring in my loins even before sending my delving hand between his legs there to find and cup his scrotum in my curved palm. My intention is to show him some affection, reassure him that we are here for him. In any capacity he needs us. He opens his mouth to say something, but I look into his questioning eyes and just shake my head, silencing him. As I hold his gaze and heft his testicles, feeling the plump orbs move liquidly within their scrotal sac. For several long moments, I simply sit there, looking into his eyes as I let one hand casually comfort his delicate testicles. I know it is an act of submission on his part to simply allow me to hold them. He is accepting me and giving me the permission I need to make him my lover.

Jeff lifts his lips to mine, stroking my cheek with one hand, and my chest with the other, before kissing me softly. I snuggle closer to him, my hand reaching for his rapidly expanding cock and my face tilts towards his. Our lips meet once more, a beautiful, warm kiss while my hand gently and slowly strokes his phallus. We break for air then kiss again and now he is smiling. As our lips meet again his part slightly and he lets his tongue gently rub along my lips. Pressing his tongue against my lips I part them for him… then suck his tongue into my hot mouth. I gently squeeze his heavy balls and watch as his mouth falls open and his breathing deepens, as I continue to fondle his testicles. I send my fingers to explore beyond the scrotal sac to his perineum. I score my fingernails along the ridge of engorged flesh, and hear him bite off a moan through his pressed lips.

I let my fingers play around the sensitive wrinkled flesh before enclosing his testicles fully in my delicate hand. Quite deliberately, I give the package a firm squeeze, before letting him go. The teenager’s shoulders heave with relief. I can see he is fighting for control, battling to hold on. What an impossible task it is to hold onto his seed while his balls are being shamelessly manipulated as my hand rises then falls, pulling his foreskin up and down his sensitive cockhead in fascination. I move to his side and press my scantily clad flesh against his thigh. I am thrilled to feel my young lover’s body shiver in anticipation and I rub my pantie clad pubis hard against his hip bone, getting a moan of pleasure from the teen. My nipples are as hard and aroused as his penis is, and I moved my breasts tantalizingly against his bare skin, feeling sparks of pleasure pulse within me.

He is shivering uncontrollably as I place the flattened palm of my left hand against his belly, while my right hand goes to the small of his back. I let both hands slowly slide down to their intimate destination. He is in turmoil. Jeff tries to lie perfectly still, helpless, as I hold his testicles, rolling his balls in the palm of my hand, weighing them as if he is a prize bull while my pliant body presses into his masculinity. His penis rises up at the powerful stirring in his loins and I feel him shudder. I hear my new lover mew, gently, as I deftly slip my right hand between the cheeks of his bottom, impudently forcing apart parting the hard mounds of flesh until my fingertips are pressed firmly against his sphincter.

“Sophie!”

“Hush… just trust me.”

I can feel the delicate tissue of his sphincter contracting violently against my fingertips as I delve between his buttocks. With a wicked thrill of audacity, I push hard against the tender opening to his ass. Jeff gasps and his erection twitches. My forehead presses against his warm moist cheek and I look down at his trembling body. With an evil grin, I curl the slender fingers of my left hand around the awakening flesh of his swollen penis. I feel his prick surge in my hand, pulse violently; his buttocks tightening reflexively against my intrusion. I give him no respite, impudently probing his sensitive sphincter with my fingertips. With my fingers still between the cheeks of his bottom, I tighten the fingers of my left hand around the shaft of his stiff penis. Simultaneously, I press the fingers of my right hand against the sensitive membranes of his sphincter. Jeff gasps and I feel his body shudder with the sensation of my audacious probing. Jeff arches back and lets out a deep-throated groan as I increase the pressure. He shifts his weight, but he doesn't try to evade the exquisite sexual torture I am inflicting upon him. I feel his buttocks involuntarily contracting onto my hand and I deliberately squeeze his penis with an even greater pressure, watching him wince in pleasure and pain.

I flatten the palm of my hand, hold it against the tip of his penis, and press it into his belly while firmly rotating it. His light blue eyes shoot open and I bite my lip in naughty delight. Soon I have Michael and Maria’s son openly panting and a tiny whimper escapes his tight lips. Still holding onto his prick, I lean up against him and lick his sticky chest. The load my youngest daughter teased out of him still paints his flesh. He is squirming helplessly, wriggling his hips as I taste the semen he expelled for Jessica. His moan deepens into a helpless groan as I mercilessly manipulate his manhood. He is a prisoner to the firm grip of my fingers closing on the shaft of his penis, unable to escape the exquisite agony of sexual torment and forced arousal, as I casually stimulate him to a full solid, throbbing erection.

"Keep still," I hiss, my lips close to his ear.

My hand tightens on him, my wrist moving steadily now, pumping up and down with grim determination in slow even strokes. Jeffrey whimpers, wiggles, unable to keep still, his body teetering on the edge of a massive orgasm as mighty throbs of lust surged up from his captive penis. Suddenly, his rigid body arches back one final time, his stiff cock thrusting into my clenched hand as though it seeks even more of that delicious tormenting pleasure. I feel his hardened prick pulsating in my grip, knowing he is about to cum. I chose that moment to squeeze. 

Jeff’s eyes clamp shut, his jaw clenches at the unstoppable rise of cum. His slim body shakes with sexual arousal as, with a final hard yank of my determined hand, his balls rise and his semen begins its rapid journey. His captive prick explodes in my tightened fist, erupting, firing streams of ropy cum into the air to splatter back down my clenching hand. Jeff grunts with each volley. His body weakens and he falls forward, flinging out his hands to clasp my reciprocating wrist, panting mightily. I study his cute, flushed, orgasm face. His eyes are partially closed, his heaving chest gradually evening out. I open my hand to inspect his warm offering. His pearlescent seed coats it and drips between my fingers like a sticky spider web. Then, as Jeff opens his eyes to find mine, I meet his loving gaze and he watches as I extend my tongue to lick the puddle of cum in the palm of my hand. Then I smile down at him.

“Are you okay, now, Jeff?” I ask, hopefully.

“No, I never will be again,” Jeff replies honestly, “but I accept it. I don’t know how this can work but I want my future to include Jessica. I want to make her happy.”

“You’ve made me very happy. You have become my world…”

I close my sparkling blue eyes and he brings his lips back to mine. As we kiss again his tongue begins to probe a little and I willingly open my mouth to him. His tongue seeks mine then they dance together, each subsequent kiss is deeper and longer, wet with our saliva. This time we take our time to explore each other's mouths. Gentle to start with, then more lustful as we become more comfortable with each other. Both finally accepting our new roles in each other's lives. We keep this up for about fifteen minutes, the slowness of our developing kissing technique works its magic. Jeff no longer remembers the reasons why he shouldn't be sharing a bed with his girlfriend's married mother. As we kiss, Jeff presses his body toward me and I pull him in as close as I can, sliding my hand up and down his back. He puts his hands behind my head and holds my lips to hers. At last we break our kiss but keep our hands in place with both of us breathing heavily.

I smile as I sit back up on his crumpled bed linen. I run my sticky fingers through my long blonde hair and my eyes inspect the muscles in his tense, quivering abdomen. This is it. This is going to be a new beginning. A new life for us both. This is the drawing of… I don't even have words to describe the relationship we are going to have. But I do know he is showing a willingness to explore a future with us all in it. This is either going to be the best day of my life, or I am accelerating us both towards a fate worse than anything we have imagined so far. I know the risk but I was committed to this action the moment I laid eyes on him. He is meant for Jessica… or Rachel… or me. Not Eleanor.

We sit opposite each other on his disheveled bed. He is naked. I am in my sheer babydoll, with the light from the moon behind me, it leaves nothing to the imagination.

"Talk to me," I say softly and watch his reaction.

It takes a few long seconds for Jeffrey to regain his senses and to take everything in. He looks up into my eyes and sees me smiling at him. Then he slowly lowers his eyes down the length of my body, stopping at my tits, my hourglass waist, that place where my thighs meet and then down my long, shapely legs. He then looks back up into my eyes again. His eyes are beautiful. He has so much love in him. Enough for all of us?

"Sophie..." he begins.

"Yes," I replied softly.

"You're so beautiful."

"It's all for you."

"What's all for me?"

"This is my last gift for you. Unwrap me."

"But it's still wrong. You're married… it's cheating…” Jeff says, weakly.

"Is it cheating if my husband has gifted me to you? Is it adultery if Joseph needs you in our relationship if we are to save our marriage? This is not some illicit, secret affair. It's just different. Don't look to label what we both know… is the right thing… for us."

"But it's still not right! Because I need…” What does he need? He can't bring himself to say the words. “I'd be taking advantage of you!"

"No. I want this, Jeff. There's nothing stopping us. There's no biological tie between us. Today we're just a man and a woman who love each other. I have fallen in love with you, Jeff… and I want you to love me."

"I've always loved you."

"You loved me as a neighbour.”

“No… you say Jessica saw me first. That it was love at first sight… Sophie, I saw you first.”

“Then tonight, and if only for tonight, I want you to love me as a woman. I know I’m old enough to be your mother… but… do you feel any desire for me?"

"Of course I do. You've been the sexiest blonde I've ever seen since–"

"Since Eleanor?"

"When you moved in with the girls I dreamed of seeing you like this, but I never thought it would be possible. I knew it was wrong for me to think of you in that way, but I couldn't bear not being near you or your family. I fell for you, Sophie."

“That's so sweet. I couldn’t love you more than I do right now, Jeffrey." I close the gap between us and kiss him. After an initial hesitation Jeff wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his embrace. My breasts are squashed against his chest and I can feel his softening penis against my stomach. Finally, he truly understands. He knows he can be whatever and whoever he wants to be with me. He will not be judged. He will be celebrated. We are two people… in love. I pull away, feeling the weight of my own infidelity being lifted from my shoulders. 

"I love you, I really do…” his eyes are wet, the relief he is feeling having come to terms with his emotions is written all over his face. He smiles. “Sophie, are you absolutely sure you want to do this, because once we do this… if this is how things are going to be between us… I don't think I'll be able to stop?"

"What we do together is born out of our devotion to each other. Nothing bad can ever come from or love. Jeff, I want you to make love to me," I command. 

I slide from the bed and stand in the centre of his bedroom, facing him, with the moonlight shimmering upon my skin. I smile lovingly at my young lover and shrug the bathrobe from my shoulders. It falls to the floor, revealing my tight curves, the details of my womanhood hinted at through the sheer material of the babydoll nightwear purchased by my husband. I begin modeling my lingerie. I stand six feet away from him and strike several poses while facing my beloved, I turn sixty degrees, strike another pose, and turn to face away from him while seductively presenting my buttocks to his appraising gaze. My yellow panties cover most of my ass but when I continue turning to give him a side profile, Jeff sees every delicate curve. 

“Please, unwrap your gift. I marked you with a love bite, claiming you. But the truth is, tonight, I belong to you.”

Jeff stands up and stares at my trapped breasts and stomach through the babydoll and steps towards me. I sigh as he leans forward and kisses his way down from my throat to my covered breasts. He tentatively kisses my left breast through the material, paying special attention not to touch my sensitive nipple. I reach up to remove my babydoll, but he catches my hands with his, and quickly gives me a kiss on her lips before saying in a soft, loving voice "No, let me do it. I want to unwrap you…"

Looking into my eyes, Jeff sees my eagerness and acceptance as I return the kiss back to him, with so much passion that he knows that I am his woman tonight. He is my chosen mate. I am his lover. He is my chosen one. He goes back to my breasts, kissing the right one through the material and reaches behind me to release the babydoll's straps. He takes a deep breath and says, "Thank you," as he exhales his breath. Jeffrey pulls the babydoll over my head. Ever so slowly, watching every expression on my face. My surprising firm breasts stay in the same position as when they were covered. Jeff can't resist. He begins kissing my right breast again as he discards my lingerie on the floor next to my bathrobe. He then kisses my right nipple; he licks it and then takes it into his hot mouth. I moan with pleasure as the teenager starts to play with the little button with my tongue. He sucks and rolls his tongue around my swollen nipple until it is as hard as he can get it. Then he gently kisses my way back to my left breast and does the same there.

My daughter's boyfriend looks up at me to see the pleasure on my face as he continues to suck on my erect and sensitive nipples. His hands cup my tits as he sucks and bites on my swollen fruits. Then he slides his thumbs inside my panties and gingerly pulls them down, sliding down my body as he does so only stopping briefly to kiss my naked pussy lips. I still sport a sculpted, tidy triangle above my slit, and Jeff stares at my bright orange curls as I step out of my yellow panties gathered around my ankles. His hands run the length of my body as he sits back down on the edge of his bed, finally resting them back on my ripe titties.

"Say something?" I ask him.

"Let's have sex."

“I'd like that.”

I look down at his lower abdomen. My body has inspired him. Jeff's penis is preparing itself for our coupling. Thickening and rising between his legs. When his cock is standing straight up, with a wet shiny smear around the tip and a clear drip of per-seminal fluid at the opening, he shifts back on the bed. He glances at me as I take a deep breath and slowly reaches forward to put my hand back on his penis. When I grab it, the head of his cock oozes out a large drop of clear slick fluid and I immediately remark, "Oh my God, look how much stuff is coming out of you.”

"I told you, I want this. I love you. I want you." As I stroke slowly back and forth I am spreading the slick pre-cum all over the length of his dick. Not more than thirty seconds into it, Jeff asks in a very out of breath way, "Please Sophie, come to bed with me?"

"I want that too, Jeff" and climb into bed with him, “I’m going to commit adultery… with you… for you. Punish me for committing this sin?”

"I don't think you look like a woman needing punishment." Jeff whispers in my ear.

“It's what I need, Jeff… I need the pain. The humiliation.”

“But why?”

“I guess, on some level, I know how wrong this is… the situation we find ourselves in. I need it to feel… real. This is not some fantasy for me. I need you, Jeff. Pain and pleasure… they are so closely related and… I need my desire for you to be forged in that real place between those worlds.”

“I saw Joseph… spank you… with a belt. I couldn't do that. I care about you too much.”

“He cares about me too, that's why he did it. The pain needs to be intense enough so that everything else fades away. The pain seems to somehow center me, settle any inner turmoil that I might be feeling. While I am receiving a good spanking, and for a while after, I can forget outside issues and just enjoy the pleasure that comes from the pain. He always kept the level of pain within my limits, even as my limits have increased over time."

He sighs but nods, “I think I understand. The guilt of what we do eats me up too. If I… punish you… will you punish me?”

“I promise I will.”

“Okay…” Jeff kneels beside me and rolls me over onto my stomach. "Push your ass into the air," Jeff instructs, and I bend my knees, raising my bare backside from the bed. "How many spankings should I give you?" He asks. I hadn't thought about that either.

"Let's just see what happens. How about you keep going until either I can't handle any more or your hand gets tired?" I reply.

“Okay… I'm sorry if I hurt you.”

“I need my pain, Jeff. There's no need to apologise. Just start out light, and then keep spanking my ass harder and harder until I tell you to stop.”

I close my eyes. I am very nervous, yet also very sexually aroused. I want to see if the pleasure and pain thing will cleanse me, as it had with Joseph. My illicit lover rubs my ass for a few minutes until I can't take the anticipation anymore.

"What are you waiting for, Jeff?" I ask him.

"For you to tell me to start," he replies.

I laugh. The whole time I had thought he was teasing me by making me wait in nervous anticipation for the first spanking, and he has really just been politely waiting for me to give him permission. He is still so submissive… and perhaps that is why I am so drawn to him.

"For the love of God, start spanking my ass now, Jeffrey!" I demand.

He lightly tapped my bare bottom. It didn't hurt whatsoever. He repeatedly only lightly spanks my ass. I need it much harder.

"Harder, Jeff!" I command.

The teenager starts to spank me a bit harder. I feel a very light sting, but it still doesn't hurt at all. I want it harder.

"Don't be scared… Harder… Please?"

He complies. The next few spankings stings a bit more. This was more like it! They really didn't hurt all that much, but he was getting my ass warmed up and I feel incredibly turned on. After a while, I don't need to keep asking him to hit me harder; he seems to understand that he is to increase the strength of the spankings until I tell him to stop. He kicks it up a notch. I feel the first really hard blow. This is what I had been expecting; a nice sharp smack that stings really good. He keeps going at that pace for a while. My ass jiggles with each impact and I start moaning. A really sharp blow stings me hard; I let out a loud yelp that could easily wake up his parents. We pause. Motionless.

"Should I stop, Sophie?" He asks me.

"No. Only stop if I say so. Please. It hurts but… I like it too." I rely breathlessly.

He smacks me again sharply. OW! It starts to really sting. For the first time I feel the pain even between blows, not just during them. He keeps spanking my bare ass harder and harder. The hard spanks were much louder than the first few light ones I had received earlier. It was really starting to hurt.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! I wonder if my ass is turning red. My pussy is definitely wet and I am feeling the guilt evaporate from my shameful body. Jeff keeps on going at the same medium pace, it really hurts, but I want to go all the way. I grit my teeth. 

"Jeff, even harder."

"Are you sure? You look like you are in pain." He tells me.

"I'm a little nervous to say this, but I think that sometimes I need harder spankings, well past the force that you are using. Joseph used a belt on me, remember? He doesn't spank me all of the time, just now and then. On the one hand, the idea of being spanked much harder, knowing that it will likely be pure pain, past any point of pleasure, does frighten me a little. Yet it also feels to me like I need pain so intense that no other thoughts can take place. I'm probably not explaining this very well. But I am asking you to do this if you can."

"Wow. I didn't expect anything like this. I've always understood that the reason for the spankings is to turn you on. I can tell from your reaction while I spank you if I am starting to spank you too hard, and I can feel how hot and wet your pussy feels. But I don't ever want to actually hurt you physically, in any way. Are you sure this is what you are asking me to do?"

I look at him, reflected in the mirror and say in a low voice "Yes... I need to see what that level of pain does to me. If anything, I'm concerned that you might not use enough force, because I know that you've always been careful not to really hurt me… I think that's another reason why I need this. I am so used to taking control. I trust you, Jeff. I need to put all my faith in you and trust you to take that level of control from me. Joseph and I used to call it ‘my mother's madness', Eleanor is much like her grandmother. She needs to dominate her men. I know that's not the answer. So I want to willingly give some of that power… to you."

"I'll do whatever you ask me to, even when I feel a reluctance to do it. If I hit you hard, and you scream, I don't think that I'll be able to continue."

"I love you, Jeff. I know it's crazy but… I think I have fallen in love with you. So I want you to be the man that saves me… I need to know if what I feel is real… so you need to promise that you will spank me, hard, no matter what I say. I am scared by the thought of this, but I also relish the thought of experiencing it. I know that I sound really mixed up. I might end up hating it, but at least I will know if love can set me free."

"I'll do my best. Having never gone this far, I really don't know how hard to hit you. You want it hard, but what if I make it too hard? Or even if I hit you harder than usual, what if it still isn't hard enough?"

"I can take a lot of pain. The belt was worse. Even if you use more force than I am imagining, it's only going to be this one time. I'm sure that I can take an extreme spanking once. No matter what, I'll eventually recover." He stares so lovingly into my eyes. How could I not be in love with this beautiful, caring man? “Sit on the edge of the bed and I'll bend over your knees, then you can feel how horny you are making me.”

Jeffrey shuffles to sit on the edge of the mattress as he watches me as I carefully climb from the bed and lay my body across him with my butt over his lap. I am now facing the mirror, my legs are on the bed on one side of him, I cross my arms and lay my head on them on the other side. I bring my knees in closer and my bare bottom is pushed up slightly, presenting my red bum cheeks to my lover.

“I'm ready now, Jeff. Do this for me… but also do it for you. Use your anger to release your guilt. Remember how naughty this is, how naughty I am being… so spank me harder this time."

He raises his hand higher this time and his blow catches me off guard, even though I asked for it. It seriously burns and I start to cry.

"Are you sure, Sophie?"

"YES! Even if I cry and scream, keep going until I say to stop. I WANT to cry and scream!"

This is going to be everything I imagined and more. My pussy feels as hot as my ass, but in a completely different way. I am so fucking turned on. The pain part is a little more than I had bargained for; it started to really feel fiery on my ass, but I guess that is what spanking is all about. The next few blows have me seeing stars, they burn so much. My heart is pounding and my blood is ringing in my ears. My ass is burning up, but I will take this to my limit. I don't know what my limit is yet, but with Jeff's help, I am determined to find out. His hand rises and falls several times. The sight in the mirror is incredible but, holy shit, it starts to really hurt. I scream into the pillow when he spanks me even harder. Finally it gets too much, and I cry "STOP!"

Jeff stops. I feel the burn really sink in. I naively think that the stinging will subside after a minute of rest, but the burning was really hot and not receding. The fire in my pussy seems to be increasing, my box feeling like a hot, wet furnace.

"Okay, Jeff… GO!" I order, he flinches but immediately and submissively raises his hand once more.

My taut, full, fair buns are still exposed and within easy reach but he does not strike. He pauses, fighting his own demons, before his hand descends. As soon as his hand touches my skin, I clench my ass, expecting a blow, but he just places it lovingly on my red right buttock. I can see his worry. He can see my pain and it unnerves him. Instead he gently strokes and caresses my glowing bottom, taking pleasure in the curve of my ass, slowly caressing and fondling it and I finally feel the burn reduce in its intensity. I gradually relax and start enjoying his massage as I watch him in the mirror, slowly building up his courage. Little moans of pleasure escape my lips and I see him raise his hand. My fists tighten, gathering the bed sheet in their grasp and I hold my breath.

WHAP! Jeff suddenly lands a powerful open handed slap on my ass cheek.

"AAHH–" I stifle my scream. My ass jiggles and slowly starts turning a deeper shade of red. A second later, Jeff lands another hard slap on the other cheek.

"AIEEE–" I cry out again with the surprise return of the searing, comforting pain. I grope and find a pillow. I thrust my face in it to stifle my screams.

Over the next minute or so, Jeff must have delivered at least ten hard slaps on my ass, interspersed with gentle caresses and soothing noises. My muffled screams heighten his arousal and egg him on. My spanking must have stung his hand just as much as it hurts me. I can see in the mirror that the deep red colour of my ass is proof of that. However, the real turn on for me now is not so much the force of the blows as the randomness of the timing.

“Three… more…” I hiss.

SMACK! “One,” he growls.

Ouch, it hurts! I feel a sharp sting and then the warm feeling as the pain spreads throughout my poor butt. Something strange happens to me at this point. I feel detached from it. I still feel the incredible burning pain in my ass, but I am now somehow used to it and I am able to handle it better. I am ready for the next level.

SMACK! “Two.”

His face is an indescribable mask of lust now. Oh my GOD it hurt badly. Reading about spanking and actually receiving them are two completely different realities. My ass is on fire; I can see it glowing a dark red shade. I sob into the pillow. Sweat was pouring out of my entire body. I am quickly approaching my limit. I grit my teeth and ready myself to accept the final hard blow.

SMACK! “Three!”

The pain is too much for me to handle now. I was right. He needs to release his anger as much as I need to feel the pain. Surprisingly, I find that I am now able to let myself accept the pain that pulses through me, I stay bent over the teenagers knees. I know I am crying. But I feel alive, the all encompassing pain enveloping me, as if I can open up to it and let it flow through me.

"STOP! I'm done." I say through my tears, but Jeff is staring at my ass, with no intention of landing any further blows. 

He is lovingly, gently, caressing my reddened globes. The pain washes over me then, the other things become more noticeable, the heat especially, as it worms itself through my hips, and then the throbbing between my legs as I feel my pussy swelling and my nipples harden. I also become very aware of Jeff's erection pressing against my body too. I didn't realise before but as I watched myself being spanked more closely in the mirror, I noticed my pussy lips becoming more prominent when I was over his knee. After accepting the pain, the idea of Jeff seeing my arousal and the display of my glowing cheeks and swollen lips gradually seduces me into a new level of being… with him. I know my vagina now craves attention… his attention. My pussy lips are swollen and damp from his spanking, which causes yet more humiliating feelings to surge through me. Mixed in with everything else is the awareness of the now constant need to finger myself has become a very necessary act. I need to touch myself. Be touched. Now. But I cannot move. I'm over his lap, my ass presented for his tender strokes. It makes me feel very submissive. I trust him completely. I am truly in love with him.

As he turns me over, we see my profusely leaking pussy has left a large wet splotch on his knees and on the sheet beneath us while I received my punishment. I climb from his lap on unsteady feet and sit on the edge of the bed with him, my chest heaving, my breath hitching, my tears flowing. I have a hard time standing up; my legs are so weak. I walk over to my full length mirror and look at my poor ass. It is much redder than I had imagined, and there were deep red marks from Jeff's hand. I sit back down on the bed, expecting the soft sheets to provide some relief. I am very surprised to learn that after a hard spanking session; even soft things are hard to sit on! The strong, aphrodisiacal odor of musk emanating from my repentant married pussy simply cries out for attention. Jeff picks me up and gently re-positions me so that I lie on my back across the bed, my feet resting on the carpet. I turn to face him and swallow hard. I look like hell and I see him feel instantly guilty. His jaw clenches and tears form in his concerned eyes.

"You're beautiful Sophie… I don't ever want to have to do that again. I hope you feel… absolved of whatever guilt you feel our relationship has put into your heart,” he says, caressing my face and wiping my tears. “I love you so much, I never ever want to be the cause of any of your pain.”

I swallow hard, "I don't know about you, but a hug would be miraculous right about now."

It isn't much, but he knows what it means and slips his arms around me, holding me close. My arms go around his neck and we both swallow our tears. After a few minutes I feel the need to speak and in the softest whisper I say, "I'm sorry."

"I love you, Sophie." He pulls back just a bit and kisses my neck, "I love you." His lips move to my jaw, "I love you." And when his kiss lands on my lips, I melt. There is no anger, no guilt, no pain or resentment when he breaks the kiss and whispers, "I love you."

My redemption is complete. I cover his face and lips in tiny kisses, tingling with relief that my self inflicted shame is over, "I love you too, Jeff. I'm madly in love with you." Taking his hands in my own, I whisper in his ear, "Tell me you love me again."

"I love you," He says, smiling, looking deep into my shimmering eyes.

"Tell me again," I growl. My lips, hungry to make up, kiss his neck. He presses me into his bed and with my hands over my head he pins me there with his naked body.

Moaning softly, he gasps, "I love you!" He arches hard against me, "And I'm in love with you, too." My burning pain has turned into a fiery heat that seems to be stoking my sexual desire. My nipples are hard, hot and pointing, demanding his attention. “Oh fuck, your breasts are oh… so magnificent," Jeff whispers as he kneads each one. He licks and sucks one nipple then the other and I groan.

His hands, making quick work of waking my body up, split up. One continues to hold my hands above my head and the other slips hurriedly between my thighs, "Tell me you want me."

I moan louder, shaking a bit and trembling, staring him right in the eyes, "Jeff... I want you so badly. So damn badly."

He lowers himself onto me and I press my chest against him. Feeling my nipples press into his manly form as his fingers trace my pouting slit.

"My god, Sophie, spanking you has made you so wet!" His fingers slide easily into my body.

"Feel my heat, Jeff. Take it all in." He opens his mouth, but I stop him gently, "Shhh. You did this to me. Taking your punishment saved me… and prepared me. Finger me, Jeff. Feel me. I'm yours now. I am a woman. Your woman." 

He pumps his finger just a little and whispers, "I am your man." Then begins to work my pussy… his pussy. 

Louder and louder I moan, the tingles startel and I bite my bottom lip so sexily before groaning, "Please fuck me. Please."

"I guess I'm gonna die and go to hell for this anyway… oh… how can this be really happening?" He hisses with a panting breath.

Jeff nudges my thighs apart and kneels between them, feasting his eyes on my smooth inflamed labia surrounded by my curly ginger pubic hair and framed by my firm, fair thighs. Sticky, slippery secretions continue to drool out of my pussy and his nostrils are suffused with the erotic, musky odor of my arousal as he leans forward and takes a ragged breath. My nipples catch his eye and he bends down to suckle one, causing it to perk up and harden.

"Please," I groan, "put it in me and fuck me. Please baby. Jeff, please," my voice breaks a bit as I plead, "fuck me.”

"No, I want to lick your pussy," Jeff replies boldly. 

He releases my boobs and starts trailing down with sizzling kisses. One hand remains molding one breast while the other sweeps along the curve of my side. Jeff buries his face on the soft middle of my tummy and flicks his tongue around my flat navel. My excitement is now sending me to higher planes of ecstasy. At last his lower lip is skimming the top end of my pubic hair, I wonder if Jeff might plunge his tongue into my obviously wet slit. However, he just stares at my swollen pussy first, blows over the soft down hair and notices my juice trickling down the crack of my butt.

"Oh fuck..." I gasp, squeezing my legs together, clamping them gently around his head.

Jeff parts my thighs just enough so his fingers can move to pry open my pussy lips, the glossy pink interior throbs in a fizzing frenzy. His finger waves away some of my pubic hair that is stuck to his nose and holds my labia open just so that the tip of his tongue can run freely along the sides of my inner lips. Soon I feel his wet warm tongue as it worms through me. I buck my hips and gasped. I am the mother of his girlfriend and I burn with a wild, forbidden yearning I can't describe.

"Owww fuuuuck," I moan as if in agony. When Jeff raises his head, he sees my beautiful face screwed up in ecstasy. My clit has become engorged and he flicks his tongue, slipping the hood between his lips then tugging off and repeating over and over again. When I am nearing my peak he inserts his tongue into my still sealed sheath then back again to torment my aching clit. I am excreting my juices as my body shakes to the power of my orgasm. His tongue eagerly laps my slit and licks up my secretions dribbling out in a steady stream.

"Mmmm... Aahhh... Aahhh… Mmmm," I mew, bucking my hips. 

I’m holding Jeff down by my thighs while he continues to probe my pussy with his tongue until it sinks back into my hot, pink depths. This does not deter him. He starts tongue fucking me and allows his senses to be overwhelmed by my pheremones and salty taste of my nectar. I reach out and grab the nearest pillow to hold against my face to muffle my screams as I hit climax after climax; I have never experienced a tongue fucking like this before! My still stinging cheeks are completely wet with my juices by the time I push him off of me and close my thighs. Jeff climbs back onto the bed and lies down by my side, regaining his breath.

I shudder as the aftershocks of my orgasm spark through my body. Jeff watches me in complete satisfaction and when I notice him he reaches across and gives me a long, lingering French kiss. My hot little tongue darts into my mouth for several long minutes as we lie resting on our sides facing each other. Our fingers caress each other's skins. Mine roam in his tangled hair as he caresses my breasts, my areola puckering up and my nipples tightening at his touch.

"Are you ready to fuck?" I whisper. 

Jeff nods, smiles at me as I push him on to his back. He repositions himself into the centre of his bed and I straddle his hips around mine.

"Let me do the work for a while. Then it will be time to make me yours, lover," I whisper in a soft moan, "all yours."

I brace my hands on his shoulders, widen my stance and bend my knees. My vagina is splayed wide open and Jeff can see my glistening inner lips as I lower my pussy towards his stiff manhood. My young lover steadies his penis with one hand while I move my hips to position the entrance of my pussy on the crown of his cock. Soon, his cockhead is lodged between my labia and a shiver runs up my spine as I feel him penetrate my hot snatch. With that I slowly slide my slippery pussy down onto his shaft, his hands gripping my hips firmly as the thick head of his cock slowly spreads open my soaking wet flower and penetrates me, inch by inch. I hold him in my wet grip, then descend further, taking the rest of his erection into me until my ass is pressed firmly against his thighs and my pussy has swallowed every last inch of his cock, stretching me wide around his girth.

"Shiiiiit," I half-moan as I exhale through my teeth, "I've wanted this for so long, I want to be yours tonight and milk your fresh and potent seed out of that big hard cock of yours."

I lift myself back up and hover above his twitching manhood, then I gently sink down again. I am still surprisingly tight that it takes more of my weight than I expect before Jeff pops back through my opening, my tight little hole squeezing his cockhead as it slides into my wet pussy. At first I just ride up and down a couple of inches at a time, very slowly, lifting up and then pressing down with my thigh muscles. But eventually I start sinking further and further down as I begin to fuck him. It feels so good to have almost all of his dick snugly buried in the warm wetness of my needy gash. With confidence, I finally sink down on each downstroke until I reach the bottom of his cock, my tight pussy fully impaled on his pole and our pubes meshing together. I make an "O" with my mouth, and pause there, feeling the complete fullness inside of my sex. My tight, slippery walls grip his sensitive meat, and his member feels warm and wet. I slide up slowly once more and this time there is just a momentary pause as his cock meets with a little resistance and then it slides in smoothly as I slowly sink onto his lap. My calves fold under my thighs and my knees straddle his hips. The feelings within my hot, satin smooth vaginal walls as they stretch open and slide past his cockhead are extraordinary. There are beads of sweat on my brow and upper lip due to all my exertions. But there is also a happy smile of achievement on my lips.

"Oh, it feels so good!" I whisper, stirring my hips a bit. Jeff feels my pussy muscles tighten around the base of his cock. "Can you hold onto your load?"

Jeff nods. Having already ejaculated once for Jessica and then more recently for me, he is in no hurry to spunk inside me. We have the whole night ahead of us. I slowly rise until his cock comes out completely with a sucking sound. Once again I lower myself on his cock and with just a little effort, let it sink fully inside me. Needing no further encouragement Jeff sits up, being careful to stay inside of me, and begins to suck on my hardened nipples, grazing them with his teeth as I begin to rock my hips back and forth, grinding my hard clit against the base of his shaft. After a few moments of this I really began to get into it, using my legs to move almost completely from his impaled member then slamming myself back down, his cock already covered in my juices as I become wetter and wetter. Our combined moans fill the small room as our hips slap together faster and faster, our bodies joining in a sensual union that is quickly becoming too ravenous for words.

My hands tightly grip his shoulders as I make love to him and my nails dig into his skin. He closes his eyes and loses himself in the intensely pleasurable sensations he feels as I ride his hard cock. Soon, I am panting with the effort and his entire body is bathed in sweat. His eyes open and find mine staring at him, we are both breathing heavily as our intercourse begins to peak. His eyes are distracted by the visual feast of my bouncing breasts shining with sweat as I fuck him, faster and faster, trying to get myself off on his cock. The bed springs are creaking but I keep going for a good ten minutes or more until at last, my legs falter and I can't do it any more.

"Oh fuck! I can't go on! I’m so tired!" I announce with an exhausted smile on my face as I sink into his lap one final time.

It has been an intensely pleasurable experience. However, neither of us have climaxed although at times Jeff had come close. His cock is still fully buried inside me, as hard as ever as I wrap my arms around my neck and kiss his lips.

"Don't worry, it's my turn… are you ready?" Jeff asks me.

I nod gratefully and reluctantly pull my vagina from his penis with a sucking noise. Jeff then makes me recline on the pillows; my legs stretch apart and bend at the knees, my elbows behind me for support. Jeff knees between my thighs, grasps my calves and holds them in the air. He makes me raise my hips so I end up supporting my weight on my shoulders and on my elbows while he holds his cock and maneuvers it back to the entrance of my pussy. As soon as I feel my labia spreading out to welcome his cockhead, he thrusts in and his cock easily penetrates me. I then lower myself and relaxed against the pillows, taking his cock fully inside me. I tighten my pussy muscles around the base of his cock, acknowledging the receipt of his throbbing member.

It is a wonderfully convenient and comfortable position. We sit opposite each other on the bed and recline on pillows that keep us up. Our torsos form two arms of a 'V', joined at the genitals. My legs rest on his shoulders and my thighs touch my chest. Jeff’s legs straddle my hips. His hard cock is securely buried inside my womanhood. We both fold our hands behind our heads and stare lovingly at each other; we can see each other fully and can enjoy the visual feast of our mating bodies. All the interesting parts of my anatomy, like my face, breasts, thighs and legs are within easy reach. Jeff starts by massaging my calves and thighs, since they had borne the brunt of all the hard work I have been doing.

"Ahh... That feels so good!" I whisper; my pussy gratefully tightening around his cock.

Jeff jerks his hips and stirs his cock inside the vagina that had produced my three beautiful daughters. I begin to grind with him, rubbing my clitoris against his cock by moving my hips. We start an unhurried copulation, rubbing our genitals against each others' while taking in the sight of our naked bodies joined at the crotch. On an impulse, Jeff grasps my ankle and brings my foot in front of my face. It is small, dainty and well shaped with a deeply arched instep. My toenails are neatly trimmed and coated with red nail polish. The sole is smooth and warm to the touch. I close my eyes and enjoy the pleasurable sensations as Jeff kneads my heel and the ball of my foot. We are fucking each other gently and Jeff squirms in pleasure and my pussy contracts around his erection when Jeff plants little kisses on my sole and sucks my big toe. Once again, we resume our lazy sex, gently jerking our hips back and forth while looking dreamily into each other's eyes. After enjoying the languorous copulation for a while, Jeff stops. He reaches under me and kneads my plump, still stinging ass cheeks. I wince at the pain and pleasure that sparks through me. My fingers then find the wet junction of our genitals. I bring up our mingled juices on my fingers and hold them to his lips. He languidly licks them clean and then sucks on them, one by one. I bring up some more juice and lick my own fingers, tasting our combined fluids.

We continue to enjoy our unhurried intercourse for a long, long time, and I start to feel the pleasurable sensations rising from deep within me, building layer upon layer. Just as I am really starting to get into it, again Jeff stops, withdrawing his cock. He's trying to control his orgasm. I groan in protest, thinking that he is going to torture me, keeping on the brink of our climaxes but before I can respond I feel him pushing into me again. I moan as I grind down onto his thrusting member, my body so turned on that it doesn't take too much time for me to be back at the precipice of my release. I gasp out as he thrusts it all the way inside of me, repeatedly, making me moan loudly with each stroke. I feel my body start to tremble and I start begging him frantically to let me cum. The orgasm is approaching so quickly, so powerfully, that I can’t hold it back. 

Just as the intense sparks of orgasm are just beginning to rise within me, Jeff begins to say, "Sophie, I–”

But I cut him off immediately, "I'm cumming, Jeff!" I squeak in a high pitched voice. My eyes screw tightly shut as I begin to convulse, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh fuck yes, I'm cumming!"

My body shakes in rapturous release, and my pussy walls pulse wetly against his engorged cock. My perky breasts bounce up and down over his body. Taking in a big breath and arching up to him, I cry out in rhythm with my orgasm. Then, with one last whipered, "Fuck!" I slowly lower myself until I am limp, still impaled upon his throbbing fuck tool. When my climax settles, Jeff pulls out of me and holds me in his arms, lovingly embracing me and we roll onto the bed together. I am breathing deeply, savouring my pleasure and recovering from a much needed release. 

“Are you okay?” Jeff asks.

"Yes…" I gasp, “Now… you need to cum,” and throw my arms back over my head, opening my legs in invitation.

Jeff moves up my body until his penis meets my vulva. Together we find my vagina and Jeff slips back into my warmth and wetness. I feel my tingling sex engulf his manhood with ease and we both grunt softly at our beautiful reunion. This is no longer some forbidden, taboo, secret encounter. This is how two lovers procreate. Jeff starts moving gently, trying to apply pressure where I want it most. He raises my legs to hold me, and my arms embrace him around his back. We rut like this for a while; still coming down from my last orgasm but my tingling sex tells me I will be cumming again pretty soon.

While my pleasure is coursing through me, Jeff withdraws again, denying his orgasm and begins kissing my neck and mouth. We are still caressing one another, silently communicating our needs and I instinctively open my legs for re-entry. He kisses my exposed neck and reaches down to place his penis inside me again. He gently penetrates me then starts thrusting his hips, engaging in a fast and frenzied fuck. He draws up his knees and raises my hips for deeper penetration, seamlessly continuing his frantic humping. He is deep inside me, he is watching how my body responds to him and I can feel his weight on me. It is comforting and insanely pleasurable. His hands wander all over me, holding my thighs, my waist, my breasts, letting me suck his fingers. Sometimes he leans back to get a different feeling, other times forward. He sometimes slows down or speeds up, varying the depth of penetration, until he works me towards another orgasm. I have no idea how he isn't ejaculating himself. Every other man I have ever slept with would have lost his load inside me long before now! Jeff is just enjoying being inside me, feeling my body and providing me pleasure. With his every thrust we both let out little gasps and grunts but I stifle my cries when I cum so as not to awaken his parents.

Jeff slows but does not stop. He is very close to the point of not wanting or being able to hold back anymore but he is delighting in my pleasure. He moves my hands up to hold my breasts and I feel his ability to last weaken; he loves my tits. He senses cracks in his resolve and immediately lies on top of me, squishing them into my chest. We wrestle with each other, I am determined that he should unload fresh goop from his testicles inside me. I push him from me and raise and lift my legs until they are high in the air. Jeff grips my ankles and folds me, pushing my pussy towards him, placing my feet either side of my head. I rest my calves on his shoulders as he positions himself, ready for penetration. His cock is throbbing and hard and our lips join in a long passionate kiss as his cockhead presses and rubs my super sensitive clitoris.

"You motherfucker,” I giggle at my own joke, “Stop teasing me and fuck me!"

He is still obedient and responds immediately, lowering himself in between my legs and slowly pushes his tip inside me. My toes curl beside his ears.

"Aaah!" I let out a moan that turns into a giggle, “At last! How do you know when a woman likes you? She has her ankles on your shoulders.” 

He chuckles and begins the finale to our fornication. His thrusts are more determined now, he no longer feels the need to prolong our act of procreation. We were meant to be lovers. I am a woman biologically evolved to breed. He is a fertile man needing to sow his seed. Once again he is drawn to my breasts. He reaches out and grabs my jiggling titties and kneads them roughly; then rolls my nipples and pinches them hard.

"Aieee...!" I scream. My cunt once again tightens around his magnificent cock and my eyes film over. He is clearly getting excited by the rough play.

"Uhh..." I gasp as he slaps a bouncing breast playfully. In response, I stir my hips and contract my pussy muscles around his cock.

"Ahhh..." I grunt as he slaps my other breast. I twitch my hips again to thrust my vagina against his rampant penis. He continues randomly slapping my breasts and my thighs while I respond by thrusting my pussy against his cock and tightening the grip of my vaginal muscles around it. The slaps are light and playful, just hard enough to sting but not hard enough to hurt. We continue this game for a good few minutes until both of us feel the gradual but inexorable onset of climax.

Jeff is now thirsting for a regular fuck. His cock is still pistoning to the hilt inside me. My legs are on his shoulders, my ankles locked behind his neck. He sits up and gradually lowers me until I lie on my back. Since my legs are on his shoulders, my hips are raised off the bed. He graciously grabs a couple of pillows and places them under my ass. I doubled over like a jack knife as he leans forward and rests his elbows on either side of my chest.

"Are you ready?" Jeffrey asks me, his blue eyes sparkling.

"Fuck me haaard!" I respond, impatiently twitching my hips.

Immediately my teenage lover starts thrusting mercilessly into me, his cockhead knocking at my cervix. There are obscene slapping, slurping and farting noises as our bodies slam into each other and his hard cock pumps air in and out of my wet cunt. He plunges his cock in and out of my slick hole, changing angles to stretch my pussy tight over the thick head of his prick, pumping into me hard and fast to take himself to the edge, then slow and smooth to make this delicious fuck with me, his woman, last as long as he can.

After several more minutes the bed begins to creak as his thrusts become less controlled and, finally, he pushes himself too close to the edge. The tingling in the head of his prick rushes up on him faster than he can beat it back. I feel his cockhead begin to swell, the way it does before his imminent release. Panic sweeps over him as he realises what is coming next.

"Please Jeff, don't worry, cum inside me," I reassure him as the teenager's thick hard cock batters my cervix.

Jeff cannot hear me. He is too close to think of anything other than the rich sensation bathing his glans as he saws his bare dick in and out of his girlfriend's mother's silky birth canal.

"Gonna cum" He grunts as he feels his sperm begin to rush up from his balls and he jams his prick into me as deep as he can, rocking his hips from side to side. The groan issuing from the eighteen year old's throat tells me it is too late. He pushes in deep and freezes with his rock hard prick tight against my welcoming cervix.

“Yes, Jeff! Now cum inside me!” I breathe.

His beautiful eyes lock with mine, I can see the battle taking place behind his blue dilated orbs. His desire to feel his orgasm inside me versus pulling out and spurting his seed all over my bouncing tits. It all comes down to this single moment. Time stands still. I am suddenly terrified he will pull out and spend his load on my tummy. He begins to withdraw. One tear forms in the corner of my eye, slides down to drop to the bed below. A deep breath in...

"Please..." I hold my breath, my eyes drilling into the sacred places in his soul, "Please cum inside me. I am yours. Claim me."

Obediently he responds. Conditioned to follow my instruction. He trusts me. He loves me. Jeff slams my cock deep inside his married woman. I keep talking as he makes love to me. This is not just another fuck, we are now fully commited to sexual reproduction. I babble, affirming the messages of my own infidelity, but also of my love and desire for him. He helped me break my vows and now thrusts into me over and over as the words spill from my soul. Silencing me only for a kiss as he is ready to spill his seed deep inside my receptive femininity. His vigorous onslaught immediately sends me over the edge and I experience a series of intense orgasms. I feel myself slipping into that ultimate bliss as my whole body is gripped in intense pleasure, focusing on the male penis inside me and the sperm that is being drawn from Jeff's testicles.

"Do it! Give it to me!" I squeal as I see his face scrunch up, his muscles tighten and I feel Jeffrey's penis begin to bulge and pulse wildly.

With the sensitive slit of his cockhead pressing against the quivering and receptive cervix he goes over the edge and I feel jet after jet of his semen spurt into my hot pussy. We instantly both look down between us and see his cock convulse in strong, surging pulses. Inside me, a hot torrent of sperm blasting from the bare head of his dick, through the little hole in my cervix, flooding my fertile womb with his virile seed. 

I softly utter, "I can feel it…" as his penis rhythmically jolts and throbs in the depths of my vagina. There is no doubt that I am being inseminated. 

I am not safe. I'm ovulating and the feeling I get watching his ejaculation, knowing that with every explosive pulse of his cock, a thick jet of his sperm rich semen is shooting against my cervix… It is beyond imagination. It is truly, and in every way, the most incredible, erotic, nasty, taboo, sexual thing I have ever done. No other experience I have ever had even comes close. Another powerful orgasm sweeps over me, pulling him in, milking his balls of his freshly made cum.

Jeff has been holding his breath and finally exhales, letting out a very deep, "Ahhhhh Sophie… aaaaaaggggghhhhh..." as our bodies spasm and shake. 

He is half thrusting into me, and by this time I am ever so slowly moving my hips against his gentle thrusts. He pulls my hips tight against his spurting prick and holds me there until he finishes emptying his sacs into my fertile belly. It is as if he is trying to deliver every sperm as deep as he possibly can. When he is perhaps half way through his orgasm, I notice his pearlescent seed form around the base of his cock and froth around my overworked pussy. He stays in this tense rigid form for at least two minutes. The shaft on his cock continues to slightly jolt sporadically every couple seconds and there is nowhere else for the contents of his balls to go but deep into my womb. It is hard to say how much of his sperm he had just deposited into me, especially after an entire night of sexual teasing and an hour or more of orgasm denial.

"Wow, okay, okay... Surely you're done; you just put a hundred million sperm inside me. I don't think those few extra you're trying to give me will make a difference."

I continue to twitch my hips even afterwards until his cock finally softens and he can no longer remain inside me. Jeff collapses on top of me, his full weight resting on my soft body. Our mingled sweat runs down in rivulets while I gently run my fingers through his thick hair, making low, soothing sounds. When he finally regains some strength and lifts himself from me, my breasts peel off his chest where our dried sweat causes them to stick.

As he rolls from me my legs flop open and a big glob of Jessica's boyfriend's sperm flows out of my rapidly closing vagina and down the crack of my ass to the bed below. No one else will ever make me cum like that, I say to myself, relaxing and savouring the sensation of Jeff's fingers gently stroking my labia as I pluck at my super sensitive nipples.

The eighteen year old just keeps panting and is babbling, "I can't believe it! I can't believe how hard it was shooting out of me; I have never cum so hard and so much... ever. The feeling just lasted and lasted. Fucking hell! It has never felt like that. Shit! That was awesome!"

I can’t help but smirk, "Yes, I know... It felt like a hot water bottle burst inside me.”

“Oh fuuuck…” Jeff gasps followed by a more panicked, “Oh Fuck! No… did you say… did you say you're all in sync? And Jessica is ovulating? So that must mean…”

“Yes, I think I felt the pang of release when I listened to you and Jessica earlier this evening. My egg emerged from my ovary. Millions of your sperm are racing to meet it as it travels down my fallopian tube,” I chuckle.

“But… but… you might get… pregnant!”

“If I'm lucky… Maybe I'll conceive your son?” The chance would be a fine thing. My child bearing days are behind me.

“What about Joseph?” he whimpers, “What have I done?”

“You've done what you always do, selflessly putting everyone else before yourself. Despite everything you’ve always put me, and my girls, first. And you wonder why we all love you?” I smile sweetly, “Don't worry, I’m too old to fall pregnant. Soon I'll be going home to my loving husband. I'll tell him everything and, because of you, we will probably make love until the sun rises.”

He looks a little relieved but still concerned. It’s who he is. He is still desperate to do the right thing. I wish Eleanor hadn’t taken advantage of him. When his breathing and heart rate settles, I lean forward and we kiss. Lying in each other's arms, utterly relaxed, we talk. I know it appeases him. He needs transparency. He needs to know that we didn't just have sex, we made love. We talk about how close we have become and how we truly feel. I just need to find a way to make this work. He cuddles into me as we have our pillow talk. He is such an unusual young man. I can see why the twins are smitten with him. I can now even understand how he managed to melt Eleanor’s heart. Why does she need to be so cruel? If she learns to compromise… she could have anything she wants. Even him. As he strokes his fingers through my soft, blonde hair, I feel my guilt begin to rise again. I created the monster my eldest daughter has become.

I sigh loudly, the time has come for me to leave. I need to get out before the sun rises. "This has been one of the greatest nights of my life… but I need to get going."

He chuckles, his laughter shaking his naked body on top of mine, "This has been so surreal."

“I know, but it has made us all closer,” I reply as I climb from his bed.

I pull on my silk baby doll nightie that clings to my clammy flesh, revealing my curves and every intimate detail. I look at myself in the mirror and see him eye up my shapely figure. I smile down at him and my nose wrinkless, the freckles on my cheeks seem to glow, along with my spanked peachy ass heels. My tits still look firm and sit proudly on my chest. My puffy pink nipples now might as well be permanently swollen, making them, and everything else, sensitive to the touch.

Strangely, now that our fornication is over, Jeff looks like he can't relax. I see him staring at my tummy and I realise he is still worried about the seed he might have planted there. I look at my reflection and imagine it swollen with his child and sigh. I look back towards the anxious looking teen and sit beside him on the edge of the bed.

“I’m not pregnant. Please, don’t worry,” I say softly, “Joseph and I have been trying for a baby since Jessica and Rachel were born. We’ve undergone fertility treatment at your mothers clinic. We’ve tried everything… it was one of the reasons why we decided to separate. I won’t be having your baby… but if I did, it would be a miracle. You have already performed a miracle by bringing Joseph and me back together. Jeff, you’re the only miracle I need.”

He looks up at me and smiles weakly. "I've just got to accept it all. It's taken us so long to get here. Maybe I am already at the point where I could think about starting a family. But… I'm in love with Jess. I want a future with her… And now it could all fall apart."

"Don't worry honey, whatever happens, happens. There's nothing you can do any differently now. Just be yourself and they will always love you. Like I do." I lean over and give him a kiss. He holds me and kisses me back with a desperate sort of passion. “Please, don’t worry… okay?”

“Okay,” he replies and stares into my eyes. I see a tear streak down his cheek as he watches a tear well from my eyes.

“I need to go…” I say, wiping his tears before tenderly stroking his hair.

Then I stand, and put on my fluffy bathrobe. With determination I turn from his gaze and head for the door. I can’t turn around. Tears now stream from my own eyes. I open it quietly and quickly before disappearing into the darkness. The house is silent and I creep down the staircase on unsteady feet, once again clattering into a kitchen chair as I make my way to the backdoor. I am sure I hear a noise from upstairs so I quickly exit the property via the backdoor and lock it behind me, before scampering across to the garden and climbing over our shared fence. As I do I turn around and look back at the house. The kitchen light is on and in the doorway, staring through the window stands Michael, his son standing behind him. Shit! SHIT! SHIT! SHHHHHIT! I dive for cover and head back into the comforting familiarity of my own home, hoping I haven’t just ruined everything.

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Instantly as I walk in through the front door, our eyes meet. Joseph must have seen me make my way between houses. My husband has been waiting for me. I look at the clock, four in the morning, I've been gone almost six hours, Jessica must have returned home before midnight. He looks at me as if it’s the first time he has seen me. Well, it had been much longer than either of us had anticipated. He looks at me with adoration in his eyes… and more than just a hint of lust. I can't fight back the smile that slowly creeps across my face, he is just so perfectly gorgeous! The way I am dressed, my ‘just got fucked’ lack of coordination, the way my hair sticks to my face and my panties slowly filling with his rivals cum… he knows. He not only knows… he wants it this way.

"I take it that everything is good? I was worried…" he says in a low tone so un-like him. He is typically calm and quiet, but waiting has changed him. I walk in, smiling and close the door behind me.

"I took Jessica over to see Jeff… and afterwards…" I responded almost shyly. 

“I know. I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

It is the truth, I have missed him, I just didn't realise how much until that moment. Slowly, we both make our way towards one another, and embrace. 

"You look fantastic, Sophie, and you smell so good. You should have told me that this was something you wanted to do tonight.”

“I'm sorry, Joseph. Rachel had… some intimate time with Jeff at the café. I showed Jessica how to sneak in so she could–”

“She hasn't!” He says with panic in his green eyes, “They didn't! I mean… she… they…”

“No, Joseph, they are still virgins, bless them, but it's fair to say they both got to third base.”

“Wow… in one day… on the same day?”

“Oh yes, Jeffrey recovers quicker than any man I know.”

“Then… you?”

“Oh, we got to fourth base… multiple times!”

“All one after the other on the same day?” He says in awe.

“Well, technically we didn't begin having sex until after midnight so that makes it the next day,” I laugh, “our talented next door neighbour is in demand, and he has an incredible ability to keep himself on the edge… Holding onto his load…”

“Did he… inside you…”

“Eventually. He punished me first. I deserved it.”

He hugs me tighter, breathing in my scent, enhanced by Jeff's testosterone which he has bathed me with, internally and externally. Joseph’s arms are rock solid, but not super huge, his hands rough but with such a soft touch, and his chest is perfectly defined. He does not have the ideal six-pack stomach but he isn't far from it. He seems average in all things… but he isn't. He is amazing.

“I love you, Sophie,” he breathes, wastes no time, and gently guides my chin up from his shoulder and looks me dead in the eyes. I cannot help but return the gaze, he already has me under his spell before he even kisses me. Our lips lock long and passionately, our tongues ravishing each other's mouths. I feel my hips grinding up against him instinctively, and he responds, pushing his already hard cock against me.

As we kiss, my husband's hand instinctively travels down my body, across my tummy and down to my panties. I pull the waistband of my yellow panties open so that he can look down onto my beautifully trimmed pussy and Jeff's juices that have pooled in my destroyed gusset. 

“He came inside me, for you…”

I feel Joseph's cock lurch between us. There is so much cum that it covers my pussy mound and fills the front of my silk panties. The teenager's seed pools in the gusset and I let the waistband snap back into place. Joseph begins to press me backwards,  against the wall, kissing me passionately. When we finally break and catch our breath, he looks down at my crotch which affects him like it is the hottest sight his eyes have ever seen. My expensive panties, lingerie he purchased for me, is now incredibly soaked with Jeff’s cum. He has left so much of himself in my panties that his thick seed is seeping through the gossamer fabric and clinging to my thighs. My panties look practically transparent with our fluids and my husband can see me in all my swollen glory.

“Aren't you ovulating?”

“Yes,” I whisper, “his sperm flooded my womb, I wish I was still fertile…”

I stroke Joseph's face as he stares at the mess his rival has left in my panties. 

“I know. I'm sorry.”

He still blames himself for our infertility, but I know it is me. Maria confirmed as much many years ago. His eyes begin to close and he imagines how much of Jeff's young spunk resides inside of me. His hand travels down, patting the front of my panties, making a big wet smacking sound and pushes my lover's seed into my womanly crevice. Just as his eyes close, I lean forward as he still cups the mess in my panties and I whisper in my darling husband's ear, "I wanted to share it with you," and kiss him on the forehead. His cock lurches again and precum emerges at the tip.

Joseph can no longer stop himself from taking control, and turns me around to face the wall. My hands are spread, giving me support. My cheek leans against a large family portrait hanging in front of me. His hands move down my sides, over my hips, to my thighs. Leaning in close to my ear, he whispers, “I need to fuck you.” I close my eyes on a moan. I love it when he takes complete control of me, not giving me any options. My blood is pounding, my pussy is wet.

Leaning against me, he pushes me harder against the wall. I can feel his groin press against my ass. He is hard and throbbing in his jeans. His hands move slowly up under my babydoll, skimming my skin with a feather-touch. It is just enough to drive me crazy. I moan and beg for him to touch me. He just chuckles in my ear. His fingers move up my thighs to cup my ass cheeks. With two fingers, he pulls the back of my panties together and up, forcing the material to tug up against my pussy, sending the gusset full of my secret lover's cum back inside me. I moan and push back against him. Sliding my panties up and down, he fucks me with the sperm rich material. My clit is swollen by the time he slides his finger over me, briefly touching me. I moan and closed my eyes.

His hands move, letting go of my panties. His fingers grab my ass, squeezing and kneading roughly. He asks me if I want to be fucked so soon after screwing my next door neighbour, if I need to have his cock buried inside me. “Yes, Joseph… you need this. Take me. It’s all for you” I beg loudly, forgetting the twins are sleeping upstairs. His hands push my babydoll up over my hips. His fingers wrap themselves around my panties and he pulls them to one side. I smile and moan as his hand savagely cups my breast. He pushes his groin against my ass again, pressing and grinding against me. My pussy is dripping, throbbing between my legs.

“Fuck me! For God’s sake, Joseph, fuck me!” I am wild, begging him to be inside me. He plays with my breasts through the light fabric of my babydoll and when his thumb and forefinger pinches my hard nipple I feel as if I am already close to orgasm. I love my tits being appreciated. His arm grips me tighter around the waist, his hand splays across my stomach.

“You've had another man's cock inside you and you want me to bury my cock in your pussy and fuck you too. Do you want me to fuck his cum deeper into you, Sophie?” His fingers pull on my nipple, twisting slightly as he pulls it away from my body.

“Yes! Feel him… Feel it… Fuck me!” I am tossing my head around, grinding my ass back against him, begging him. His hand moves down my stomach and slips over my now exposed pussy. He cups me without touching me. I can feel the heat from his hand. I want him to touch me, to stroke me, to push inside me. 

I try to lower my pussy onto his hand but he holds me firm pushing my near naked body against the wall, pressing his still fully clothed body against my back. He kisses my neck then leans down and kisses my sore ass, noting its redness. His hands hold my hips, holding me in place. Down my back, his tongue slides easily over my skin. When his tongue reaches just above my ass, I hold my breath. The tone changes. His hands lighten on me. His touch is more caressing, less aggressive. Using his mouth, he trailed kisses over my inner thighs, moving from one thigh to the other. His kisses move closer and closer to my pussy but he never touches it. Instead, his hands and his mouth caress my skin. As his lips touch my inner thighs, his hands stroke down the back of my legs. Nearly whimpering, I try to lower my cum oozing mound to his mouth. He moves away from me, leaving me empty.

Standing behind me, he runs his hands up my hips to my waist and holds firm. His body doesn’t touch me. His lips touch the back of my neck again, moving trailing kisses up under my right ear. When his hands move around to my stomach and upwards to cup my breasts, he is gentle this time. With feather-light fingers, he teases my nipples. As his fingers move across my nubs, they harden even more. Every nerve ending in my body is alive. Just as my body is adjusting to this new, softer touch, he leans against me, pushing me against the wall again. His hands moved down to my hips, grabbing hold. “It looks and feels amazing, Sophie. I am so grateful that you would do this for me… for us.” He whispers it in my ear. 

I moan, closing my eyes, “Yes, Joseph. For you…”

I hear his zipper. My pussy throbs. I am so wet I can feel my juices running down my leg. I close my eyes as I feel him moving behind me. My clit feels huge, like it is the only thing between my legs. So far, he hadn’t touched me there. He hasn’t laid so much as a finger against my pussy. I hear him fumble around behind me. Lost in my thoughts, I open my eyes when I feel the tip of his cock against my ass. He rubs the tip over my raw ass cheeks, sliding it into my crack. Up and down, left and right. He feels huge and harder than ever. 

“If this is what you want, Joseph,” I whisper, “it's what I want too. Punish me, baby. Make me pay for my infidelity. Fuck me… now.” I am pushing against the wall, pushing myself back against him. Encouraging him. 

His hands move to my waist again and he pulls me back against him. “Open your legs wider.” I do and close my eyes again, “Oh Sophie, I can see his cum…”

Joseph has a fantastic view of my thoroughly used body, with hair and makeup in a mess, my lightly freckled skin covered in sweat, breasts hanging, legs spread wide, pussy lips puffed out and red looking and a deluge of creamy white cum flowing out of my open, gaping vagina. I know this vision is stirring him into a frenzy and I understand… he needs to reclaim his woman. My husband's penis comes into contact with Jeffrey's potent semen and he sighs. He gently pushes his cock into my soaking wet pussy. It is stretched loose but still just as warm and inviting, and he slips straight in easily, his best friend's son's fresh spunk providing the perfect lubrication. His cock must be completely coated in his rival's spunk and the sight, smell and sound of it sloshing about in my cunny is such a turn on for him and with one hard thrust, he rams his cock all the way inside my aching pussy. I cry out, my body shaking and tensing as he slams into my cunt and then pulls all the way out. As he thrusts into me again, filling me, my pussy tightens around him. I am moaning, thrashing back against him. One hand holds my waist while his other hand wraps around his cock, holding the last inch or two of him from me. 

“Sophie… oh… this feels incredible.”

I have no idea if I answer him. I am wild, moaning and grunting, pushing back against him. His cock is all I am focused on as he slowly withdraws. With another thrust of his hips, his cock fills me in one stroke. This time, he moves his hand and I get the entire length of him in my pussy. He starts fucking me with short, hard bursts, slapping his heavy balls against me. I need to cum soon, my muscles gripping his tool, holding him. Keeping his cock inside me, he moves slightly, lifting my left leg up and slides inside even deeper. He fucks me harder now, pulling his cock nearly all the way out of me, holding so the tip just filled my lips and then slamming his way back in. My pussy won’t stop throbbing. I am screaming, begging, throwing my head from side to side as he stimulates my g-spot. He reaches up with one hand and cups my swinging tit, squeezing it, pulling on my nipple. He pistons his cock into me over and over again, fucking me like there is no tomorrow. I don’t care if the world is going to end. He is fucking me and that is all the matters.

My pussy makes a slurping sound as he pulls his cock all the way out. Turning me around, he backs me against the wall. Lifting me, he helps me to wrap my legs around him and he thrusts his cock back inside my sloppy pussy. My hands grab hold of his shoulders, holding on as he pummels me against the wall. My breasts bounce up and down as he thrusts. His cock is getting thicker and harder inside me. A wild and sudden orgasm tears through me. I dig my fingers into his shoulders and mark him, my nails drawing blood. He grunts and tilts upwards filling me at a different angle and I begin to see stars. I look down and watch as he rams his cock deep in me, the strange friction inside my vagina is so intense I start trembling. I can't move up and down so I rock to increase the friction. My g-spot is being pummeled now as we copulate, my labia pulled so far apart that my clit easily rubs on the base of him. My pussy squeezes his shaft as I jolt in time to his thrusts, and plugged by his manhood, I don't feel a single drop of juice make its way out.

Joseph is now panting heavily and squeezing my ass cheek firmly but not guiding me. He is firmly holding onto me and trying not to ejaculate. Although sloppy with my lover's cum I realise that my pussy is stimulating him to the same intensity that I am feeling from him. My face falls into his neck while I try to grind on his cock harder, my tits pressing against his manly chest. As I move with him I feel the head of his cock bottom out in my vagina, at the entrance to my spasming cervix.

"Uhh! Ah! Ohhhhh! Sophie, your pussy's so full… of his cum… I can't hold on to mine!"

I feel him trembling and he slows down, trying desperately not to cum. I offer him my nipples for him to suck as he stills, buried to the hilt. My pussy starts burning and tingling from the rush of blood building my orgasm and I start rocking on his cock again as his mouth engulfs my nipple. I can now move up and down a little so I bounce and each time I push down, his cockhead ends back into the deepest parts of my sex. We find a rhythm, fucking up against the wall, until I feel his head swell a bit more, his shaft stiffens and I know he ready to blow. Sensing the build of his orgasm pushes me towards my own simultaneous release with. With one more bounce followed by one more wriggle my spine tenses up and my whole body tenses and quivers.

I stare wildly at my husband. "I'm cumming on your cock!" I squeal.

Then I bounce up and down on his cock a few more times before my pussy ripples and releases huge waves of pleasure through my body.

At the same time, Joseph responds with "Fuck, I going to spunk!".

My pussy pulsates around him ready to receive his load and naturally squeezes his shaft to milk his balls into me. With a convulsion and one last deep thrust into the very depths of my vagina I feel his orgasm. I feel his cock erupting inside me, filling me with his hot cum as he pushes deeper and deeper inside me, never stopping. Fucking me hard and continuously. I cum again and moan as Joseph's sperm are unleashed into the competitive environment of my womb. Several strong spurts blasting his seed inside to mix with Jeff's. I collapse into him, leaving him in me until he softens. His prick plugs the cum into my mature vagina. Again, none of it leaks out, it is completely plugged in there. I felt mini after shock orgasms occur while I leave him in me and move ever so slightly just to feel his head push against my g-spot again as his cock throbs in my cunt. My pussy tight around him.

After a minute or two his cock softens enough for our procreation to end, his cum coats my walls and his shaft just enough to help him slip out of me with ease. He twitches from sensitivity as he withdraws. When the head of his cock falls free, creamy white cum rushes out with it, my pussy is too stretched to keep it in and his load slowly oozes down my thighs. He stops his gentle humping and our juices drip down my legs as I lean back against the wall, thoroughly fucked. I feel my entrance burning from his size, his cum stinging my tender flesh. He gently rubs the combined baby batter around the outside of my pussy to cool down my swollen hole. 

Reaching down between us, I wrap my hand around his fuck tool and stroke him. He closes his eyes and takes a quick breath. Pulling on him slowly, I milk another few drops from him as we kiss as I tuck his spent penis back into his jeans. Breaking the kiss and taking him by the hand I guide him down the hall. 

"I think we need to take this to the bedroom," I command and he has no choice but to follow me. 

Leading him by his cock, I take him up stairs. He’s fucked me. Now it is my turn to fuck him. Seems fair. I lead him into our bedroom and silently close the door behind us. I don't want to wake the twins. I waste no time and sit there on the bed watching his every move. God he is so beautiful! I watch as he slowly approaches and stands towering over me. Tilting my head back to look him in the eyes I tell him with only the look on my face how much I want him. He smiles down at me and runs his fingers through my long blonde hair, and my eyes close as I inhale his scent. I never want to forget his smell; so sweet with just a hint of sweat. Everything about him is perfect; his build, his green eyes, his brown hair that always looks pristine, I even find his nose perfect! And his smile; his smile is what really melts my heart. How could I, or any girl, resist that smile? Why did I ever want to divorce him?

He leans down and kisses me. His lips are soft yet powerful. Wrapping my arms around him, I pull him down to the bed on top of me, holding him close. All I can think about is feeling his body next to mine, never wanting to let him go. After a few minutes of smooching, we break and he kneels up. I know immediately what to do as I slowly take his shirt off. I begin to kiss that sexy chest of his, starting at the stomach and working my way up to his nipples. I take the left one into my lips and tease it with my tongue sucking softly. I smile to myself as he inhales deeply. I kiss my way to the right and do the same until I get another deep inhale. I know he won't be able to take much of this. I slowly start to kiss and lick my way down his chest as his breathing quickens.

Finally, I reach my way to his pant line, this is the part that I find the most fun! I slowly kiss right above his jeans starting at the right side and working my way left. When I reach the center right below the bellybutton I playfully dart my tongue down his pants against his skin. His hands run through my hair, down my neck and onto my freckled shoulders, squeezing tenderly and lovingly. I then work my way to the left side, occasionally nipping at the skin playfully. I look up at him and see that he is staring down at me watching my every move. I keep my hands at his hips and kiss the center of his chest, even his skin tastes perfect. I then look up at him again with a smirk on my face that lets him know I am ready to have some fun, and he returns it with that gorgeous smile of his.

I lean down to take his belt between my teeth and slowly, teasingly, I work his belt free. He chuckles at the proud look of accomplishment on my face. I then begin with the button. I know my warm breath against his skin is starting to turn him on even more as I yank and twist and pull at the jeans buttonhole. Finally I work it free and kiss the newly exposed patch of skin. He inhales even deeper. Now, my favourite part, the zipper. I look up at him watching his response as I flick at the zipper, pull with my tongue and catch it between my teeth. He is entranced, watching intensely, massaging my shoulders, urging me to go on. I pull the zipper down slowly, inhaling deeply the scent of my pussy on his erection. When I finally achieve my goals, I slide my hands down slowly, stripping him from the imprisoning cloth.

His long thick hard penis stands upright without me even touching it. Perfect, just like everything else about him. I slowly take his cock into my mouth and tease the head with my tongue. He grabs a handful of my hair and I take even more of him deeper into my mouth, sucking slowly at first. I slowly work myself up to a nice quick pace, sucking harder and deeper with each pass until eventually I have his entire penis deep in my mouth and begin to deep throat him. My moans send a vibration through his entire body and he responds with moans of his own. I feel his dick beginning to pulse in my throat, and not wanting him to get off too quickly I slowly pull my head back and up. He lets out a grunt of frustration and bends down and kisses me deeply as he begins to lift my babydoll, breaking the kiss only long enough to pull it up over my head.

He gently leans me back pushing me against the bed. Taking my now fully exposed breasts in his hands he begins to play with my nipples as he kisses my neck and shoulder working his way down. He then takes my left nipple into his mouth and playfully sucks and nibbles, and then does the same with the right. His hands softly run down my body sending chills across my skin. I let out a small gasp of pleasure as he slowly kisses his way down to my hairy pussy and begins to lick and tease my labia, occasionally flicking his tongue against my clit. As dawn breaks he brings me to my first orgasm of the new day. Sucking and licking my juices into my mouth he lets out a soft moan and moves up to kiss me. I can taste myself on his lips. He then begins to tease me with the tip of his cock. Slowly rubbing it against and between my pussy lips but not inserting it. I grind up against him trying to achieve penetration, but he backs off and kisses me harder and deeper. Then with one deep thrust he penetrates my dripping wet pussy. I moan loudly with pleasure. We came so close to ending our marrige… I am so pleased we have rediscovered ways to connect.

Our rhythms instantly begin to match each other's as his dick slides deep into me and slowly pulls out as I hump back at him. My moans become louder and are beginning to turn into screams of pleasure as my orgasm builds. Joseph quickens the pace and deepens the thrusts until his cockhead is hitting my cervix. I can feel my vagina tighten as I lose control, cumming for him, and scream loudly as my juices flow freely down his pumping shaft. I bury my head in the crook of his neck, wrapping my arms and legs around him tightly as he whispers into my ear "I have missed this, Sophie. I am glad we have found something to reconnect us. I don't want to lose you." Then kisses me on the cheek.

Yet another orgasm quickly fills me and I can't help but sink my teeth into his shoulder. This drives him crazy and he begins fucking me fast and hard until I scream again. My head is thrown back against the pillow with ecstasy and we lock eyes and he continues to thrust deep inside of me. He pulls my leg up over his shoulder so he can get even deeper and kisses me again. I can feel his cock begin to throb deep inside me and begin to moan loudly again. "Please baby, please cum inside me," I hear myself say between short heaving breaths. 

"No, I need… to last… as long… as Jeff," is his response. And with that, he throws my leg off his shoulder and pulls out completely, but only to flip me over into doggie style.

My ass high in the air, him between my legs, my head pushed down flat to the mattress, he thrusts his dick even deeper than before. He takes each of my ass cheeks into his hands and begins to massage and rub them. Then he spreads them wide exposing my delicate bud. "Mmmm Sophie, I would love to take a turn on that ass of yours, beautiful!" I could only respond with a moan in confirmation.

I feel him spitting on my asscrack, and I hear him pull out the lube from our bedside drawer and smear it on his cock. Then he slides his huge swollen cock right between my plump asscheeks and begins to fuck them like they are tits. It feels amazing, Joseph squeezing my cheeks together and titfucking my bottom. I bet it looks fantastic, too. He fucks my buttocks like this for several minutes, gradually picking up the pace until he is fucking my bumfuriously. I moan and squeal and writhe underneath him.

Then, a pause. Suddenly my husband's gigantic fat cockhead is pressing against my anus, pushing its way in forcefully. I wince as I feel my asshole stretch to take his huge shaft. I am paralyzed as he slides it all the way home. Then I am pinned to the bed with my husband's cock up my ass to the hilt. I could feel his balls resting against my inflamed labia.

"Oh God Yes," are the only words that I can get out.

"Oh fuck, Sophie… Oh fuck!" he grunts, beginning to saw his manhood in and out of my ass, his strokes getting longer and longer until he is hammering his huge rod in and out as hard as he can, slamming my tight asshole with his member until he is balls deep, almost withdrawing, then slamming it right back in.

He buttfucks me harder and I lose my breath. I start to cry, real tears streaming down my face, but that just makes my loving husband pump his cock in and out of my ass even harder. Joseph assfucks me expertly. I sob quietly and take it, my face smashed into the bed. I am face down getting my peachy ass railed by my husband's fat, relentless cock. And even though it hurts a little I don't want him to stop… this is my pennance… I keep imagining the moment when he will blast his huge load of sperm up my bottom. I want it and I crave it. It is sensual and deep. His dick is so big, pushing greedily into my rectum that I can feel it on my g-spot.

I push my bottom up so Joseph can fuck it deeper, and when he realises how eager I am, he reaches around and begins stroking my clit. I am in heaven now, the nerve endings in my asshole responding lustily to Joseph's ass hammering. My groans of pain turn to moans of desire. I can't wait for his prick to unload its hot spunk deep in my ass. It is my favourite part. Owned and filled up by my husband because of how he unforgivingly fucks my bottom into submission. But he still wants to last and changes pace, slowly thrusting deep and pulling out about half way until my asshole begins to gape. He then fucks my ass hard and fast until I have yet another orgasm. I can feel his thick penis sliding in and out of my rectum, his balls pressing against my curvy bum. As the bed begins to creak I know he is ready.

"Cum in me, Joseph! Shoot it right up me!" I demand.

I press my face into the bed and stick my ass up even further, greeting his fuck tool willingly, until Joseph lets out a loud sigh and his balls suddenly clench and pulse several times. I feel it, the sudden change in my guts as he pumps load after load of thick, warm cum deep into my bowels, filling me up with his cum. His thrusts immediately begin making a satisfying, wet squelching sound to tell me that I am now totally full of his spunk. I feel him shoot an incredible load of his baby batter into me, as I push my ass up to meet each thrust. When my orgasm hits me, I scream. It feels as if the whole world is whirling round; it is so wonderful. Even my nipples burn. It feels so wonderfully taboo to think I have cum in every hole. Jeff has helped me resolve the ultimate betrayal of my husband and I completely submitted to him in every way. My husband accepts his betrayal and that excites me and makes my orgasm so much more intense.

After nutting inside me he collapses on me; I am shaking, covered in sweat and gulping in oxygen. Post orgasm is the ultimate moment for us as I look with my dreamy eyes to my husband. As we get our breath back, Joseph finally rolls from me, his softening cock slowly sliding out. His cock is covered in our juices, and still stands up like a small flagpole. He moves to my side and caresses my face and my breasts as I lie there. I feel blissfull. I have two generous loads of sperm, from two different lovers overflowing from the lips of my cunt and from my gaping asshole. I slowly sit up on my elbows and look down at how totally fucked I look. My pussy is swollen and red and my pubic hair is matted and soaked with cum. My breasts are red and covered with marks from the intense sucking they have received tonight. But what is really amazing is the river of cum that oozes from my stretched out opening and pools on the bed beneath me. I grab a pillow and put it under my bottom to help elevate my womb. I want to keep its warmth inside of me a little longer. I am so opened up as I lie there I wonder if I will ever be able to feel this lucky again. As the morning sun begins to stream through the window, Joseph lies back on the bed in the after glow of our sex. 

After about ten minutes, I stagger to my feet and the cum just runs down the insides of my thighs as I walk. I have never seen anything like it. Joseph has fallen asleep in the silence. I cover him with a blanket. I know I definitely need a break from this massive fucking session; I quietly step away and leave him to bask in the pure intensity. I fetch us some water and when I return, I see my husband resting on the bed, with his wonderful cock lying peacefully across his stomach. I let him sleep and check on the twins who are both sleeping peacefully. My family is coming back together. We only need Jeff, safe and free, and we will be complete. In that moment I vow to confront her and my demons as I feel my lover's warm semen still leaking from my pussy. I keep asking myself how I have let such a thing happen. I feel so naughty. I start fingering myself, it makes me so excited to think about it and the future. Like the new day, things are looking bright.

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Jeff and Jessica are inseparable. They are being discreet, keeping their relationship as hidden as possible but to me, every time I see them, it's obvious. They are so in love. They spend their evenings at random shopping malls and the lovely little café by the lake. Eleanor will make her move sooner rather than later… and I doubt she is oblivious to the secretive young lovers. Joseph and I know we have to intervene. It has been a week since the twin's birthday party and although I am still tired and weak from my night of non-stop sex, My husband, Rachel and I drive to Jeff's apartment to confront Eleanor. Nervously we approach the building and it's clear to see that Rachel is in no condition to confront her big sister. I am more than willing to face her down, her and her rapist boyfriend. Joseph and I knock and Eleanor opens the door, greeting us with a smile. Her face still looks bruised and although the scratches have started to fade, they are still there on her right cheek. She stared at us, her eyes narrowing, her nose wrinkling, her blonde hair neatly spread out around her shoulders. 

"Come in", she says and opens the door fully, stepping aside. We walk in behind her. She has on a pair of tight grey yoga pants, showing the outline of her butt cheeks. On top she is wearing a small red cotton shirt which comes only half way down to her stomach, giving us a view of her smooth flat belly. She turns around, puts her hands on her hip and asks us if we want a drink. My eyes zoom in on her chest as her breasts stand firm. She has three buttons undone which just show the separation of her breasts. Three almost identical claw marks are clearly visible. 

"Follow me into the living room," we walked inside, past the kitchen to the end of the corridor. The whole time in complete silence bar the sound of my heels clacking on the floor. We stop at the closed door to the large living room, she opens the door and turns on the lights. Eleanor has been busy. The room has red walls and a wooden floor. There is a St Andrews cross on one wall with cuffs attached. Next to it a small elevated scaffold decorated with restraints. Against the far wall hangs all sorts of BDSM paraphernalia. Cuffs, hoods, gags, collars, whips, canes, paddles and blindfolds. Next to it is a coat hanger rack with various outfits. A maid uniform, bodysuits, boots, prison overalls and everything else in between. Joseph and I stand stunned looking around at all the disturbing goods on display. She turns around and looks back at us with a smug look of seduction and confidence. "So. What do you think?"

"You've turned Jeff's home into your own private dungeon!” I exclaim.

“Trust me, when Jeffrey comes home he is going to really appreciate it." She laughs playfully and walks over to the wall slowly where the small items were hung. "Impressive, isn't it? Just a little project of mine while I let my face heal." She takes a small black flogger from the wall and plays with it in front of us. "You're not here for a sight seeing tour, you're here to talk so I'll get us some drinks. Feel free to try out my toys, I'd love for us to enjoy them as a family… I miss the old hot tub…” she says as she walks back to the kitchen. 

We sit down on Jeff's two seater couches as Eleanor brings us two glasses of coke. She hands me a glass and then bends down to put her glass on the table. As she does so I can't help but stare at the curve of her ass and when she sits opposite us I get to study her injuries in more detail. They look like they are healing.

“I know why you're here,” She says after taking a sip of her own drink, “I've been following Rachel and Jessica's messages of desperation with interest. I told you all, he's not going to talk to you. Not anymore. He is mine. He belongs to me.”

“He doesn't belong to you or anyone,” my husband says calmly, “Taking things that belong to others doesn't simply make them yours, Ellen.”

“This apartment doesn't even belong to you! Jeff owns it.” I spit.

“This is Jeff's home,” she replies with her crooked smile, “I have no intention of taking it from him. He belongs here, with me, and he will enjoy exploring our new toys when he returns… home… to his loving fiancée.”

“Find your own place. Go live with Jerome!” I demand.

“Oh, I couldn't do that,” Eleanor remonstrates, “You see, Mom, you were right. I didn't realise it until we had a threesome. Jerome just doesn't compare to Jeff. And Jerome saw it. He felt it. I was in love with Jeff… Jerome has his uses and he was a good fuck. But I think the realisation of what I have with Jeff may have broken his heart.” She takes a sip from her glass, “It seems like you're going to get your wish: Jerome has served his purpose. He has some good connections, he has helped me set up my career, and the sex was incredible but I'm supposed to be with Jeffrey. I don't see my future with him. I'm going to leave Jerome to be with Jeff.”  

"That threesome convinced you? You had him rape Jeff!"

“We’ve been through this already. It was consensual–"

“He could hardly walk and couldn't go home to his parents. He had nowhere else to go. You broke his heart and then you had Jerome break his spirit. You destroyed him. We are putting him back together. ”

“You always wanted a son of your own,” she says slyly, “I'm glad you connected with him. Do you want to fuck him too?”  

“Ellen!” Joseph interjects.

“You need to watch her Dad, she had an affair with Michael.”

“Ellen!” he shouts, “We are here to discuss Jeff. We want you to release him from whatever threat you're holding over him. Michael and Maria are our best friends. Jeff shouldn't have to hide himself away. He doesn't love you, Ellen, He's scared of you.”

“You don't know him like I do, daddy. He does love me. He just needed a woman to take control. I need to fight for him and show him my strength. He appreciates that more than you realise,” she says turning to me, “Mom you're just too old to understand, you were probably a big hit at high school, but now she you're just another mummy who’s no longer yummy, three kids, an SUV, saggy tits and an even softer waistline. Daddy loves you because you broke him in before I was born. He loves you because you were dominant, like grandma. That's how it is for me and Jeff.”

“Jessica is in love with Jeff. I warned you! You stole him away for yourself and I told you if you mistreated him you would feel her wrath. You had your boyfriend fuck him and you gave Jessica a concussion. Then you said something to him that has him fearing for his life. She's your sister! It was her fucking birthday!”

“She pissed me off. She was throwing herself at my boyfriend, practically begging for him to take her virginity. He's just a man and that's all he craves. Like Jerome, he just wants to pop some cherries then he will move on. I'm protecting my sisters! Jess needs to know who's in charge though. I gave her a concussion did I? I still bear the scars she gave me!”

“Jeff is not your boyfriend. Let him go. Let him choose. Don't pretend to be righteous now! You fucked Jeff within weeks of meeting him! Jessica is eighteen and can choose to sleep with her boyfriend if she wants to. Their courtship has lasted a year. She isn't flaunting herself in front of him. She's waiting. She wants her first time to be special…”

“I’d like to think there's at least a little difference between a woman’s first time and a meaningless fuck. Maybe I should just let him fuck her brains out and move on… move back in with me. Just let him get the foolish notion out of his system?”

“That's not who he is, you've twisted him into something he's not. Let him go? Please? He has his own life to live. Let him choose Jessica then, let them be together and if it doesn't work out then who knows, maybe he will come back to you?”

“No Mom, you don't know him at all. That's not the man I see. He's more of a man than Jerome. So much more than just a good fuck. A fuck's just a fuck, the things that make him special to me are deeper. A connection of our souls. It's joyous when we make love together. He's not just a sex partner, he is my equal. Just as twisted as I am… but just as driven too. He has so much potential. He wants his career, a house of his own and a wife who makes a difference, someone who will challenge him. He needs a family… I will have his babies and we will live happily ever after.”

“You've always just seen him as a commodity, Ellen,” says Joseph sternly, “He was just a play thing. A toy to use…”

“That's what you see! Who we are behind closed doors is completely different. He prefers me to take charge, he wants a dominant woman and yes, I do enjoy his physical attributes; our sex is incredible, Dad… you have no idea!”

Actually, I know we both have some idea.

“His talented penis, of course, is a huge factor. But the intricacies of our sex make it more than just some random coupling; it can be rough and hard, or soft and long… and then there's his sudden and uncontrollable spunking. I love that. Premature ejaculation is the best compliment he can give me. I'm so arousing and exciting I make guys cum in their pants. Or mine. Or up my skirt and all over my thighs, all over my bum if I've bent over for them. I love making Jeffrey's cock cum, love all that thick creamy hot spunk spurting out of him. In me is good, but anywhere will do. And anywhere will do for a fuck for us. As in right here, right now, with everyone looking. It's definitely worth the risk. Outside, up against the wall, it's rude, dirty sex, a million times better than vanilla missionary at home in bed. But inside, up against the wall, where people around me can see what I'm doing, I get so horny I almost always cum first. And if I can see someone I know, or there's a chance they might see me, then I cum multiple times. That makes him special. That makes us special.”

Joseph and I just stare at her as she just chats openly, like she is just engaging us in some mild office gossip. 

“I have no idea why to be honest. People ask, obviously, and I don't have an answer. We all know men have fetishes. Feet, lingerie, blondes, big tits. Whatever. They say only men are actual fetishists. But all women have an underwear fetish, if you want my opinion. It's why we spend so much money on the stuff. And we're all exhibitionists at heart. If we buy that flimsy pair of knickers and wear them, we want someone to see how good we look in them. So we make sure someone does. Apart from that, some women like to be spanked, or tied up, and some like to be shared. Some of us do our own sharing. That's me, that's my thing. Sex is dull and boring without the extra lift I get from being with Jeff. He completes me. I won't be giving him up.”

I don't really care what she thinks. Jeff is broken because of her. Yes, I see now she's madly in love with him. Mad being the emphasis. She’s too far gone to see how her self centred actions have driven him just as mad. My mother's madness. Like an infection. It has claimed her and is spreading to Jeff. I need to cut it out to save him… to save them both? There's nothing to be gained if she isn't wounding her enemy with her words, and there's nothing we or anyone else can say that will prick her conscience or make her feel bad about herself or her actions.

“Mom, I know I can make him happy. Jessica is cute and petite and delicate like a little flower, but she knows, all she can offer him to turn his head away from me, is her virginity. Once it's gone. She'll be nobody. Just another fuck. I don't want him to break her heart like that. I don't want her to steal my boyfriend, just so he can cheat on me and take what he wants from her. If Jeff ever does fuck Jessica, I'll get over it, but I will make him pay. He needs to know he made the wrong choice and I'll make sure he never strays again.”

She lets her words sink in and smiles her crooked smile at us.

“He has his moments of weakness of course. But I will keep him regularly supplied with sex, so he's always happy and content. And blissfully unaware. Naturally modest, that's what I am. Bit of missionary, bit of doggie and I can suck for as long as he wants me to. I'll let him spoil me, buy things that he knows I will appreciate and I will give him the things money can't buy.”

I feel my eyebrow lifting. “You showed everyone at the twins' birthday party the woman you are, Eleanor. You are only thinking of yourself. Not him. Not the twins. Not our friends and neighbours. Not us. You didn't do what you did for family!”

“You're trying to paint me as some common whore. I get it. You want everyone to think badly of me. You always preferred Rachel and Jessica. I know you always wanted me to have been a boy and you were deeply disappointed in me before I was even born! I'm just a woman, trying to do what I know is right for my family.”

I can't help myself. I am laughing, genuinely laughing out loud. It's incredulous. Eleanor breaks into a smile. A 'disrespectful smile'. She knows she has us beaten and I know now that this can only play itself out painfully. There is going to be no avoiding the war that approaches. 

“But you're on your own, Ellen? You're playing a game, risking everything. You could end up with nothing." Joseph says calmly.

“I don't need anything from anyone else. I have goals. Dreams. I don't need you to achieve them. You don't care about me, or family. I see and hear who you are and what you do. The things you've done…”

“Ellen,” Joseph shakes his head sadly, “Have you no shame?”

“What a curious question. Anybody who behaves like me can hardly be ashamed, can they, or they wouldn't keep doing it. In fact shame is a curious concept altogether, especially when it comes to sex. I haven't ever been ashamed of liking sex, and it follows that I'm not ashamed of wanting it or doing it. Never have been. I had sex before I was sixteen. Sex wasn't something to be ashamed of. You both taught me that. It was the first one that changed everything. I fell in love with Jerome. He's responsible for the way I am. He made me love sex, so much I can enjoy it with anyone. On the plus side, he also made me understand that men want my pussy so badly I could make them ask, make them plead, and sometimes even make them beg. It's a powerful combination. You showed me that a powerful woman has a slutty underside. but with me it's all there is. Slut. I think it's about time more people realised what a compliment it is. Men have had it too easy for too long but everyone says I'm a slut, a whore, a psychotic bitch. You can call me any name you choose, but whatever word you pick will be degrading and insulting. That's what happens when women behave like men. That's what happens when a woman takes charge. You know this, Mom.”

Eleanor is staring at me, daring me to speak against her. She knows I cannot defend myself without siding with her. She's clever. Too clever. Maybe we are all doomed.

“And that's all I do. I love sex. Jerome was a means to an end but meeting Jeff… that gave me perspective. Like how it was when you met dad. You knew, deep down, you were going to make him yours. I don't want to be promiscuous. I don't want to throw myself at men anymore, I don't need cocks I've never seen or touched before. I just want to fuck Jeff, and when you're a pretty girl like me… well, I can make my own dreams come true. Jeff is mine. Jessica will understand in time. Now, if you don't mind, Jerome is coming home soon and I need to… prepare myself for him.”

“This can only end badly, Ellen,” Joseph sighs, “please… when you're ready… talk to us. Talk to me? There's still time to make this right.”

“Daddy, I love you, but Mom controls you. As she should. And I couldn't be happier that you two seem to be… reconnecting. I need to do this my way now. I'm a woman, not your little girl. I need you to trust me.” She leads us back to the front door and opens it, “I have found my true love, dad. Through him our family will have our first baby boy. Jeff just needs time to see things as they are. Tell Jessica I'm sorry I gave her a concussion… I bet she doesn't apologise for the scars she has given me! You've got this all wrong… you've got me all wrong. You've judged me harshly, but you'll see.”

We step through the door and she closes it behind us.

________

It happened that night. Eleanor's revenge is brutal and sadistic. Jessica finds out first, her big sister makes sure of that. At dawn's first light we hear her howling like a banshee from her bedroom loud enough to wake the dead. My youngest daughter is screaming as if she is mortally wounded.

“He's dead!” She sobs into her phone as Joseph and I bust into her room, quickly followed by Rachel.

Rachel snatches her twin sister's phone and stares at the screen

“He's been drugged or something…” she says, staring at the phone in disbelief. 

Suddenly, from beyond the bedroom door we hear our phones calling out their dreadful greetings.

“No, he's dead… She's killed him…” Jessica looks like she is dying, unable or unwilling to simply breathe. Joseph exits the room as I wrap my distraught daughter in my arms. 

Rachel is flicking through a series of images and Joseph returns with our phones. A dreadful look on his face. A feeling of cold foreboding consumes me. He hands me my phone as Rachel’s own tears stream from her eyes. I activate my screen and see I have a message… a series of messages… all from Jeff's secret phone. I tap my screen and a photo is displayed.

In the first image Eleanor can be seen in Jeff's bed, draped over his naked body. His eyes are closed, his mouth is open. When Rachel zooms in on his face a trickle of blood can be seen from the corner of his mouth.

The second photo shows his creamy white spunk all over her tits.

The next is a close up of her vagina. His seed is clearly oozing from her gaping labia.

In another she is riding him to orgasm. In even more, she is taking selfies of them both, Jeff lying on top of her, her legs wide open with him between them, having sex. He looks completely gone. Dead. Like she's fucking his corpse.

“Jess,” Rachel says to her quietly, “if he's dead… why is he showing us her cream pie? 

It's Joseph who replies, “He didn't take the photos. You can see Eleanor’s arm. She just wants us to know he belongs to her now. Tied to him by blood. She wants to have his baby. She wants her own separate family.”

“He's not dead,” I add, “that's not what she really wants. She wants you to feel pain. To know you… we… are responsible for this. She wants to send us a message. She's sent the photos to all of us. She always wanted to get lucky. She always wanted to have his baby. She plans to marry him. Maybe she thinks he will if he has fathered a child with her.”

“He's not ready to be a father…” Jessica squeaks.

“She's not fit to be a mother,” Rachel adds.

“He will never marry her. Call him,” I instruct, “text him.”

“Which phone?” Jessica asks.

“Any, both, it doesn't matter anymore,” her father replies, “Ellen knows about the secret phone. She used it to take her photos.” 

“Look at them carefully,” I say softly, “he doesn't have his eyes open in any of them. Lots of photos of Eleanor's breasts and her vagina but none of Jeff's penis. She would have definitely sent us photos of that… if he had an erection. She rendered him unconscious somehow and staged all of this. He's alive. I know it.”

As soon as the twins see the details not shown in the photographs it becomes easy to tell that he is lifeless in every single one, not dead. Their fingers immediately begin typing messages and Joseph and I ring both phones… no answer. We spend the next hour camped out in Eleanor's old bedroom, watching Jeff's bedroom across the way for signs of life. As soon as we sense Michael and Maria are up… Joseph and I are going to head next door and check on him and reveal everything if we have to. Some things are more important. Jeff's wellbeing is more important than any secret. 

The sun has risen, a new day has begun. But all is not lost. A movement is seen in the house opposite. There, unsteadily approaching the window is the naked figure of Jeff. He looks like he is in pain… but he is very obviously alive. 

Jessica bursts into tears of joy and Rachel hugs her twin in relief. Joseph and I hold hands, comforting each other quietly. We know we expedited Eleanor’s revenge. This is on us. He pulls open the curtains and Rachel picks up her phone to call him. Jeff quickly gesticulates, pointing at the secret phone and shakes his head. 

“No, don't call him!” I command, “We need to be clever. Let's not play Eleanor's game.” 

Jessica picks up a whiteboard and a marker pen, leftovers from when they were children. That seems like a lifetime ago. She begins to write something in large letters. She holds it up and delivers her message: ‘Café’

________

As soon as Jeff pulls up outside, Rachel, Joseph and I leave Jessica to talk to him. It's important that she should be the one to comfort him. We have spoken to the owners, a lovely and accommodating couple and they agree to give Jessica the time and space she needs. They look at the love struck teen and just smile, perhaps reminiscing about their own courtship, or the many young couples whose romances have blossomed under the welcoming warmth of their humble café. They help her cook a light breakfast and as Jeff walks into the café as we sneak out the back door and head to the lake, half expecting Eleanor’s car to snake down the long driveway from the main road. It does not appear. 

Perhaps an hour passes when Rachel receives a text from her sister. A coded message for her to join them. A minute or two after Rachel disappears inside Jessica appears looking flushed and very, very happy. Just being in Jeff's presence seems to be enough to mend her. Joseph squeezes her hand and gives me a knowing look and I suddenly realise. The two love birds have been doing more than just kissing. Jessica and I walk back towards the old lodges as Joseph sits in the car, keeping watch. 

Jessica loves these woods and the mountains. This is her favourite time of year, spring, and her favourite time of day, the midday sun blasting through the tree leaves onto the forest floor. The love birds seem to be continuously drawn back to this place and I can see why. It has secret paths and hidden glades and that's before we even reach the calm waters of the lake. It is so beautiful, secluded and quiet. The winding path through the woods is old and has been used by many but is now deserted. As we walk along we listen to the soft breeze through the trees and I feel it gently blow across my naked legs, my shorts revealing my pale, smooth skin. The light mist in the air caresses us like a lover and makes me think of Jeff's soft hands. As we walk through the green glades we take our shoes off so we can feel the leaves that have gathered over the winter. It is like a carpet that gently tickles the bottoms of my feet and gives me little shivers up my spine. The birds are all out this morning and singing their songs. The squirrels scamper along looking for treasures buried in the winter. Finally we arrive in the meadow we have been looking for. It is as if the trees open up just for us to let in the sunshine. The three old lodges stand there, undisturbed and unoccupied, so we decide to sit on the deck of the first lodge and smell the fresh earth and newly blooming flowers.

“What did Eleanor do to him?” I enquire.

“Ellen was waiting for him in his room after we spent time together. It infuriated her… knowing we had been intimate. She was unhinged… he said something had made her insane! She wanted him to impregnate her and for him to marry her. She threatened him with a taser if he wouldn't! He refused to fuck her but she forced him to jerk off onto her tits.”

“The she raped him… again…”

“Worse than that, Mom. She used the taser on his balls… and he bit his tongue. Then she used it on his neck and he passed out. She posed those photos…”

“We need to tell your dad.”

“I text messaged him and Rachel too. Jeff showed me how to encrypt it so Ellen won't see it. He is close to Jeff. He understands him… he's a man. I just… I just can't think straight, Mom. Ellen is my sister… but I wish she was dead. She has tried to impregnate herself with my boyfriend's sperm. She might be pregnant with his baby… and I still want her to die.” 

“This is my fault, Jess. I have not been a good mother to her. I thought I was doing the right thing… as she was growing up… but everything I did was twisted against me. All my good deeds undone and turned to bad. I made mistake after mistake.” A tear meanders down my cheek.

“I wish I was strong, like she is… determined… I was so… immature and let her push me aside. We enabled her.”

“Jessica, I wouldn't change you for anything in the world. Jeff loves you, not your big sister because you have stayed true to yourself. You are perfect for each other. Look how happy you are having just spent an hour having coffee together.”

“We didn't just have coffee, Mom…” she blushes and her smile broadens revealing her perfect teeth.

“Oh, well… I guess his balls remain intact!” I laugh, “I am surprised he doesn't fear Eleanor's repercussions. “

“Mom…” she wipes my tear and looks into my eyes, “he seems… happy. Like something has changed him. He doesn't fear her at all even though… she might have conceived his baby.”

“Thats odd… and slightly concerning.”

Joseph appears in the clearing and Jessica stands up and runs into his arms. 

“Eleanor isn't coming, she's been seen on campus, we're safe. Come on, Jeff and Rachel are in the glade just up from here. We should meet them.”

“Is she okay?” I enquire.

“I suppose you could say that,” he chuckles.

“They need time alone dad!” Jessica says, blushing again.

“I should think they'll be just about finished by the time we reach them. Come on.” He takes his daughter's hand and they wander off back down the trail with me in hot pursuit. 

It takes several minutes to reach the glade but we can see Rachel and Jeff in the distance, heads in line with each other's genitals… then desperately putting on their clothes. Teenagers! Jessica was right, we should have given the young couple some privacy. I don't want to cause them any embarrassment and turn to head further along the trail but Jess is already running to be with her twin sister, her red hair flowing behind her. She's so beautiful. I feel so emotional. I guess, like Jessica, I am in a state of confusion. It could be hormones. It could be anger. It could be jealousy. It could be all three. All I know is that I can't think straight and that's not what anyone needs right now. I begin to run… and almost immediately regret it, twisting my ankle on the uneven ground and then feeling cramp in my calf. 

I'm no more than a few hundred metres away from the glade but I see, not far into the forest on the trail ahead of me, a large boulder. I sit down on it, massaging my sore calf completely out of breath and feeling out of sorts. I'm not really dressed for a hike, in heels and the shorts I am wearing, although they make legs look amazing, they don't really suit an outdoor adventure. My blonde hair is tied into two braids that hang over my shoulders, and I pout as I work my muscles. I'm breathing heavily, my breasts heaving in my low-cut tank top, when I hear someone approach. Jeff, alone, is walking towards me, his blue eyes sparkling. 

"Hey, Sophie," he greets me. "Is everything okay?"

"Fucking cramp," I reply, "So goddamn stupid."

He kneels down next to me and takes a deep breath. "Can I help?" he asks, gently taking my leg in his hand. "Stretch it out, like this." He helps me extend my leg, angling my foot until he sees me twitch in pain, then pressing his palms along the muscle along the underside of my leg.

"Oh, yeah… thanks," I pant. "That's really working."

"You should probably eat more bananas," he advises, "Potassium can help with cramps like this."

I give him a wicked grin. "Bananas, huh? I do like having long things in my mouth. Jeff, your hands are magic."

He massages my calf up to my thigh for a short while before releasing me. "Are you feeling better now?"

My leg is still extended in front of me, only now I lift it, rubbing my foot against the inside of his thigh. "My hero," I smile, suddenly overcome with naughty thoughts. "I'm sorry… It just all got a bit too much for me… seeing you both. Probably just hormones."

"We didn't really mean to take things that far," Jeff says, “I'm the one who should apologise! She’s your daughter and we were…” he blushes in embarrassment.

“You were demonstrating your love for my daughter and she was doing the same for you.”

“That's a polite way of putting it. It's not everyday you get caught having oral sex by your girlfriend's parents.”

Like a gentleman he helps me to my feet, and I ask if he would walk with me for a little while, in case I get another cramp. Jeff agrees, and we walk side by side deeper into the woods. It would be a good time to talk. I need to.protect him, I need to make a plan, but also I need to work out why he seems so indifferent to Eleanor's threat.

"I noticed you didn't have full sex together… I know my daughter, and I know, after what you endured at her sister's hands, she was ready to give you her virginity."

"If and when we do… have sex… it will be special," he answers. "Plus my poor penis has been through quite a lot in the last twenty-four hours!" He chuckles, trying to lighten the mood.

"I can't even imagine the pain," I add, grimacing. "Thank you for coming here and speaking to both of them. Rachel, especially. She's been feeling left out… she thinks she's fourth best.”

“Fourth best?"

"You chose Eleanor, then Jessica… even me… before her," I point out. “That's my fault. I chose to let her know we had been intimate. I don’t like to lie about anything… even that. But us together… affected Rachel the most. I should have realised she was also in love with you.”

"I’ve caused so much pain to so many people," Jeff replies, looking away. I need to find out what Eleanor said and did. I don't like his mood….something has changed him. He seems to have no fear whereas mine seems to have doubled! This can't go on. I need to get into his head.

"Oh, lighten up, you're young and in love. It's cute," I laugh. "You're cute. You're so… so innocent. I don't think I've ever met someone like you."

"I don't think I've ever met anyone like you either," he replies, truthfully.

We continue talking about trivial things and before we know it we have been walking together for over a mile. We reach the edge of the forest and the mountain rises above us. Turning around we can see back down into the valley. We can see the trail below us and the edge of the city in the distance. It is beautiful, and it feels like we are the only two people around for miles.

Jeff is a good looking guy, it's no wonder Eleanor, Jessica and Rachel have all fallen for him. He's sweet and calm, like their father, intelligent and driven to better himself… by always doing the right thing. Even though our age difference should be insurmountable, I too have fallen in love with him. He is just so open and loving, like the twins, and passionate… like Eleanor. We can talk about anything, and have many times. He seems to understand every tiny, unimportant thing about me. And it's the same with me. We just have a connection.

My fine blonde hair is blowing behind me by the mountain breeze but it still feels warm, the sun is shining beautifully up here as more of the stunning vista comes into view. That's when I close my eyes and just dream of what it would be like with Jeff… It would be great, I know it would. Walking through the woods, the sun shining through the leaves on the trees, making really pretty designs on the ground. So peaceful and serene. It's amazing the things you miss in everyday life.

Jeff and I are talking and holding hands while we walk. He's so conscientious, and he really cares about who I am and what I stand for. As we're walking, we see a spot ahead of us where we can stop before heading back; A ledge of rock presenting itself as a natural bench for any weary travellers, surrounded in thick beautiful grass and tiny yellow wild flowers. It's a perfect spot for just sitting in the sun, the breeze blowing my hair and smelling of pine and wild flowers. Jeff's voice sounds so sexy in the surroundings. I'm having thoughts I shouldn't have, but I can't help myself. I wonder if he's having the same thoughts.... I'm sure he isn't. He's just performed for both my daughters, and was tortured by a third less than a dozen hours ago.

We cuddle into each other, there on the rock, visible to the entire world… and he asks me if he can put his head in my lap. Naturally I say yes because I want to touch Jeff in ways I shouldn't. When he lays his head in my lap, I can't help myself, but as we talk about what happened, I start to run my fingers through his hair. He doesn't seem to mind, so I let out the breath I am holding. I know I shouldn't but I move my hand down and run it over his chest, just lightly moving it in circles as we chat about work… the weather… his studies… his career.

He stops talking and I move my hand quickly and apologise. But he takes my hand and puts it back, looking right into my eyes, letting me know that it's okay. I continue my almost mindless exploration of his body with my fingers enjoying the feeling of him relaxing into my touch. As we're talking and I'm rubbing his chest, I notice the smell of rain faintly and ask if he'd like to leave. I'm shocked when he says no, that it doesn't look like a thunderstorm, just a light spring rain. I love rain, so I'm delighted that he doesn't mind getting wet. He sits up, takes my face in his hands and kisses my lips.

I quiver and press my tongue in his mouth. I can't believe this is happening, but I'm getting wet while he gently licks my lips. He lays me back and runs his tongue over my throat. It starts to rain, just lightly, brought in by a strengthening mountain breeze, but we don't care, the rain blends in with our breath as we kiss deeply and passionately. He tastes so wonderfully sweet, and he's hot. The thoughts are killing me. I must have him.

I gently pull his hands from my face and lift his shirt, suckling the water running over his chest. I feel chills run over him as I slide my fingers up his sides, removing his shirt. I stand up and prop his feet on a small log lying close by so that he is very comfortable. Once he's all settled back in nothing but his jeans, I walk up to him and stand straddling his legs.

"Beauty is all around us," Jeff says, taking a deep breath of the crisp mountain air and smiles, "I guess we're lucky to be alive and here at this place, aren't we?"

I look at him, my mouth wide open, and then I laugh. "Oh my fucking God, you are adorable."

Jeff blushes for the second time, "I don't know what you mean. I'm just me."

I smile at him and say, "You are perfect. This is going to be fun…”

I kiss him, my plump lips pushing against his, my tongue inside his mouth. I know he wants to resist, thoughts of my husband and the twins just down the trail below us distracting his mind, but biology and the devil kicks in. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me to him instead. I feel my breasts crushing into his chest and his hand as it slides down, cupping my butt cheek. And then his conscience reasserts itself and he pulls his hand back like he has been burned.

"Sorry," he gasps, pulling his head back. "We shouldn't do this."

I take hold of his wrist and pull it down, planting his hand firmly back on my ass cheek. "Rachel isn't the only one who feels like she's missing out. I know… now more than ever… that our time together is… limited."

Jeff shakes his head. His blue eyes look sad and I smile back at him. I like my lips, and then place hands behind him, taking a butt cheek in each one. Then I kiss him hard again, our tongues darting around each other, my lips wet from our saliva. But once again, he pulls back, his hands instinctively dropping to cover his hardening, and no doubt sensitive genitals. "I'm sorry, I can't… I got tasered in the nuts and I just came in your daughter's mouth!” He looks ashamed. "This isn't right," he says, “not now…”

"I understand. I do. It's just… it's beautiful up here and you always make me feel so hot…" I smile. "You're right. We really should be just enjoying our time together and take in the beauty that surrounds us, don't you think?" He starts to nod, but freezes when I cross my hands in front of me and pull my tank top up over my head. Eleanor is wrong. My stomach is flat and toned, my hips flaring out from my slim waist, presenting my hourglass figure to him… and my breasts, barely contained in my bra. "How do I compare?" I smile as I unhook my bra and it falls from my shoulders, dropping onto the grass at my feet

His jaw drops at the sight, staring at my perky tits, my hard nipples, already nearly an inch long, the baby pink areolas one and a half inches in diameter, all sitting on top of perfect cantaloupes of firm and succulent flesh. They jiggle as I bring my hands down.

“We aren't alone up here. The twins… your husband? They could come up the trail at any time?”

“No…” I bite my lip, “they will give me some time… they will give us some time.”

I throw all caution to the wind and step up close to him, throwing my arms around his neck. “Do you want to get lucky? You can have me too… right here, right now… if you want me?”

I need this. It feels like… like this is my last chance. This could be my last time with the teenager… things are moving at a pace now towards some sort of conclusion with all of my daughters… as it should be. I will let him go. But not today. Not now. Not here. I look him in the eye and kiss him long and hard. I can tell he wants to push me away and after only a few seconds he breaks our kiss and reaches up and removes my arms from around his neck. “We can’t do this, Sophie,” he pleads, but as he does, the fine mist of rain stops and the sun bathes us in its warmth.

“Yes we can.” I put my arms around my neck again and pull his lips towards mine and this becomes a more passionate kiss, with little resistance. This time when we break, there is a little panting going on for both of us.

I look up at him with a sparkle in my eye and a smile on my lips. “I feel like I am going to lose you… I know I must… give you up… and I think… at least part of you… knows this and maybe… you just want to love me. One last time. I can tell. You didn't cum inside Eleanor last night, you didn't fuck Jessica at the café and you didn't take Rachel's virginity in the glade either. You’re way overdue getting laid. I want you to get lucky and I want to get lucky too. One last time.”

Jeff is teetering on the cusp. I know he wants me but he wants to do the right thing, it is built into who he is… but I can feel his resolve weakening, and when I kiss my forbidden lover again, I am not surprised to find he returns my kiss hungrily. My hands are back on his wrists, and this time I place his palms to my breasts. He can’t stop his reflex; to squeeze, and a moan emerges from my mouth. He closes his eyes and massages my titties, rolling my nipples between his fingers and he moans into my mouth.

"You like them, don't you?" I ask. 

He nods and I angle his head to kiss me again, crushing his hands against my chest when he fails to let go of my bosom. "Then tell me."

"You have great tits," Jeff groans as he leans back to admire them, his cheeks on fire.

My breasts rise and fall between us with each breath. I feel my nipples become fully erect and my areolas darken, my nipples sticking straight out just begging to be licked and sucked. He puts his hands on my waist, feeling the curve and then he slowly slides them upwards, relishing in the softness of my skin and my tight body. I am staring at the young man and biting my lip, grinding my hips slowly onto the rock-hard prick trapped in his jeans. When he reaches my rib cage his hands slip around front and slowly, every so wonderfully, he feels my naked breasts. He massages them just as gently and expertly as he had when dealing with my calf, feeling their weight and the contrast of my soft skin and my oh-so-firm yet bouncy titties. He palms my nipples and squeezes my boobs with both hands. He makes eye contact with my sultry, steaming eyes and licks his lips. I give him a half smile and a knowing look.

“I remember when the twins suckled at my breasts… and Eleanor. She’s right… I wanted her to be a boy… a son… I wanted that mother/son bond to break the female dominant gene in my family. Bond with me, Jeff? Complete me one last time… Please, suck on my tits?” I ask, gently guiding his head down into my chest. 

He smiles, his resistance gone, eager to please me… perhaps he feels it too. Our last time. He has been strangely distant all day, not surprising with the ordeal he had to endure, but even the twins note that he has… given up? Nevertheless I sit up and pull him towards me, my hands cradling his head as he starts mauling my ripe tits with his mouth. He licks and bites everywhere and I gasp at the contrasting pleasures he provides me. As he latches onto my right nipple, licking and teasing it with his tongue, I throw my head back and release an anguished moan into the mountain. I stroke his hair, brushing it through my fingers, and it is incredible how turned on I am. My young lover is here, in a public park, sucking on my tits while I grind my hot pussy on the swollen dick in his pants.

We both sink down onto the slab of exposed rock as he continues to attack my boobs. While he licks my left nipple, teasing it with his tongue while his mouth latches on to it, Jeff’s other hand is playing with my right breast, fondling it and massaging it, paying plenty of attention to my sensitive bullet. He knows me well and soon has me writhing around, arching my back, thrusting my tits further into the reach of his talented hands and greedy tongue. I have my fingers in his hair, playing with his ear lobes occasionally, using my fingernails and fingertips to stimulate his scalp, just like I did when he was a newborn. Those days seem so long ago.

"Oh Jeff… Thank you. Ahh, yes, that feels wonderful. Mmmmm… This is perfect. "

Jeff is a man possessed, his mouth continues to molest my mature boobs, licking, sucking, kissing me, his tongue swirling circles around my nipples. Maybe, just in this moment, I can pretend. Pretend that he is mine and I am his. I have no children. No husband. No age gap. No inappropriateness. I’m just here, on the mountain, with my lover. My soul mate.

"Please," I moan in his ear. "Say you love me."

"I can't, I…”

“Even if you don't mean it… please… just say the words?”

“Sophie… I love you!" 

I’m startled. He nearly shouts it, and as it echoes down the mountain I feel everything change. Like there is a metamorphosis. Jeff has spent the day shifting between worlds, I see that now. He has been confused… perhaps since the day we moved in next door. Now his world seems to have found its balance. Love. Love has cured him. My love? I hope so… his own love? Now I am confused. Has the weight of everything that has been pressed upon him for so long finally been released… with the realisation that he is loved… and can love? Fuck. FUCK! Is this what he has been afraid of for all this time? That he might realise he can love me?

“I do love you, I'm sorry that I make you think otherwise,” he says more softly, looking into my eyes. Even if it is for just this fleeting moment… It is enough for me. I want Jeff and Jeff wants me.

He  drags his tongue up the curve of my tit, sucking lightly at the hollow of my neck, and then my lips were on mine again. 

“I love you too, Jeffrey. I always have. I always will,” I declare when we come up for air, “but I know I can't keep you… and that kills me inside.”

“I’m in love with Jessica… and Rachel… I can be in love with you too.”

"You know," I whisper quietly. "Whatever happens in the future with you and Eleanor, or Jessica… or Rachel, I want you to know you've made me very happy." I kiss him firmly on the lips. "I know I say this all the time, but us being together has been like a dream come true for me. When this all started, it was just a silly fantasy for me. I didn't really know much about you. I just had my little musings and guesses at what you were like. But I found out why my daughters adore you. I want to be part of your world, Jeff. I'd do anything for you to be part of mine."

I pause to kiss him several times. Our bodies rub together as if we are trying to merge, becoming one entity. Not for the first time, I am amazed at what a deep, thoughtful person Jeff is, "Sophie, I need you to know," he says, "that I want you to always be happy.”

“I am happy, and if it takes the twins to make you happy, then you should do your best to win them both. Please remember though, if it doesn't work out, I'll still be here." A single tear runs down my cheek and he kisses it away.

“You’ll always be in my heart,” he whispers.

“I will always need you… to be part of me.”

“Then… right here, with the world below us as my witness, I want you to believe…”

“I want to make love to you…”

“One last time...” 

He takes a deep breath, inhaling my scent as we kiss. The hints of floral scents from the melange of perfume, soaps and creams wash over him as he twirls his tongue around mine. My hands start on his shoulders, but quickly descend. My fingers trace down his chest, down his stomach, nimbly starting to unbuckle his belt. I unbutton his jeans, draw down the zipper and shove her hands beneath his waistline, pushing both his pants and boxer briefs down to his ankles. I lean back so that I can watch as his hardness springs from his pants, eight inches of thick hard meat standing at attention.

I gasp and drop to my knees. I wrap my little hand around it, the fingers not quite meeting my thumb, and slowly stroke his beautiful penis up and down as I look up into his adoring eyes. I am surprised at how responsive my young lover is. It is not lost on me that I am the fourth woman to make it rise in the last twelve hours. I am certain that, despite his discomfort and the fact that his poor balls must be running on empty, I am going to extract fresh sperm from them. His cock responds greedily, his foreskin retracting and drooling pre-cum as I stroke it with my palm.

I take a step back and bent over at the waist. As my head comes down, I put my lips on the end of his wet dick. “Does it still hurt?” I whisper, scrutinising the bruised flesh of his scrotum. 

“A little…”

“Then Mommy will kiss it better.”

I slowly open my mouth and gradually slide the tip of his glans between my lips. Deeper and deeper his helmet disappears into my soft wet warmth. He has been sucked off by Rachel and I want him to know the difference between a teenager's mouth and that of a woman with experience. I want him to feel like he is in a moist velvet pussy as my tongue tickles his erect tool as I slide him into my throat. Finally he is as deep in me as he can be, way past my tonsils and down my esophagus. My lips are touching his pubic hair and his cockhead is bulging my throat. I feel his dick start to spasm involuntarily, and his hips involuntarily start to buck against me, getting ready to fuck my face.

But I want to make this last time with him count. I need to make it last and slowly take my mouth from him, making yummy noises as I do so. As I stand up to kiss him again, he puts his hand between my legs, cupping my vulva through my shorts. I'm hot and ready and wiggle against his hand appreciatively. “Mmmm, that’s nice,” I announce, “but let me make it a little easier for you.”

I unsnap the button on my shorts and unzip them, exposing a pair of cotton panties with little bunnies on them. I reach down and slowly pulled them away from my body. I back away from him, leaning against the outcrop of stone, and sit in front of his naked form. My man. On the mountain. Naked and ready for me. I lift my hips and pull down my tiny little panties and lift one foot out, allowing them to stay bunched up around the other ankle. Then I open my legs for him, revealing my femininity.

"Fuck," he whispers.

"Good idea! Fuck me," I smile. "I’m a happily married woman and this is my pussy… but I will give it to you. Do you want it?"

Shaved bare except for a small triangle of almost golden hair just above the entrance. My lips are swollen, but as I spread my legs he sees the prize I am offering him; my slippery bright pink vagina. He nods, spellbound.

"Then it will always be yours. Joseph will be happy to share. You set him a good example today, he was impressed how you shared your love between his girls. My love and gratitude will always be yours," I tell him as my fingers trace the lips of my pussy, gathering the increasingly leaking wetness on my fingertips, "my daughters will understand our bond."

He groans. My ring finger and middle finger came together, darting inside my wetness. I slide them in and out, first just to my first knuckles, and then to my second, as I keep talking. "Jeff, I’m so fucking wet… seeing you with Rachel… oh fuck you have no idea!"

I pull my fingers out and stick them between my lips, sucking the wetness of my own honey pot into my mouth. "You make me feel so good. Do you want to see more?" I ask.

He nods again, speechless, as he watches my fingers trace the outline of my love tunnel again. I want him to believe in my words. Perhaps for the first time I believe them too. My husband wants me to love him. For us to enjoy each other's bodies… and Jessica and Rachel are women now, not little girls. They know what he means to us and how he has saved our marriage. I look into his pale blue eyes as I sit there, against the mountain, jacking his cock, me jilling my wet gash, as he stares intently at me. 

My wetness is spreading across the inside of my thighs, up into the little patch of strawberry blonde hair above my vagina as I work my fingers deep inside. My other hand grasps my tits, pinching the nipples between my fingers, putting on a show for him. Every few strokes I frantically but delicately rub my clit, with the heel of my hand, and then I pull my hand out and suck on my fingers. His cock lurches in my hand in appreciation. Soon I find myself in an identical position to Rachel as I suck on her boyfriend's cock as he caresses my breasts. Both of us are whimpering with pleasure as Jeff places his hands on my naked belly and slides them down. I yelp as his fingers replace my own inside my pussy. It is as hot as a furnace, so slick and squishy with my girl cum. As his fingers explore my erect little nubbin and my swollen lips I close my eyes and squirm against his hand.

I put one arm around his neck and pull us together for another intense kiss as my hand strokes his cock and his fingers slide around my puffy labia. The pleasure I am feeling is intense as he leaks his precum all over my manicured fingers. I mew into his mouth when I see, someway down the mountain, a familiar figure making his way up to us. When we break for air, I lean back and say matter-of-factly, “I can see Joseph coming up the trail…”

He immediately releases me, turns to look down the path, sure enough, at the edge of the lake we could see my husband turn and begin the trek through the trees towards us. The walk, when we made it, took at least ten minutes. Jeff looks panicked, suddenly overcome with guilt and hurriedly starts to pull up his boxers.  

“Oh, no you don’t. We both want this Jeff. Actually, you know all three of us want this. Please… we may never get a chance to do this again. This isn't cheating is it? Look at me. How can this be cheating if we are in love and the significant people in our lives want us to express our love like this?”

I can see him fighting with his conscience so I take hold of his throbbing erection and resuming my stroking.

“But Joseph’s on his way! He’ll see us when he clears the trees!”

“What if he does? He knows why Jessica wanted to see you. He saw what you were doing with Rachel. Let me ask you this question: Did he send you after me?”

“How could you know…?”

“Because… he knows me. And he knows I love you. He loves you too… more than you realise. He wants this. He wants you to be part of our family. I want you to be part of me.” I let go of his dick and step towards him, pulling him into another kiss. Our naked bodies pressing against each other. He does not resist. 

I turn to face the boulder and assume the position, bending over the slab, my face and arms down, my shapely ass in the air towards him. He moves forward with his hand midway up the shaft of his cock, the spongy flared head inches away from my pussy. He rubs the head up and down from my asshole to my slit, moistening the head to ease his penetration… but that's as far as he goes. 

“I love you, Jeffrey,” I declare, “with all my heart. Make love to me.” He puts his hands on my hips, my small waist, my tight firm body and then reaches down to caress my ass cheeks and massage them with his strong fingers. I moan and wiggle my butt at him. "I know you like my bum, Jeff, that feels good. Please… we need this…"

“He’s probably only five minutes away!” Jeff exclaims in desperation.

“No he isn’t.” I spread my legs and look over my shoulder at him. “He’s not in any hurry and it’s a fair hike. Now fuck me.”

He traces his fingers all along my bottom and then up through my wet folds across my taint and lightly across my anus before guiding his shaft with one hand and touching his tip to my slick opening, caressing his flared crown in my tight vaginal lips.

"Oooh" I squeaked out in a soft and delicate voice, my breathing becoming ragged.

"Are you sure you want me inside you, Sophie?" Jeff asks as he presses his manhood against my wetness, my folds spreading, the head of his cock parting my pink petals.

"Yesssss" I moan. "Give it to me, oh please."

Slowly he pushes the tip of his cock at the spread lips of my tunnel. I know it is going to be a tight fit as the head of his cock forces my outer and inner lips open. The ridge of his cockhead disappears into my vagina as he continues to push his manhood deep inside me, my walls gripping and squeezing at him, my warmth and wetness surrounding him, the slow insertion like sliding through warm wet velvet. The texture of the interior of my familiar canal is firm yet yielding to the width of his penis.

"It's time to make me yours," I whispered in a soft moan, "I want you completely inside me. Ohh, ooh, oh, hmmm," I moan as I feel the girth of his tool slide deeper, pushing my inner walls apart, filling me, feeling the warm hardness moving the muscles of my vagina inside as the steely manhood searches to find the limits to my depths.

Once again he rests allowing me to get used to his cock, making my pussy wetter as he remains stationary. My eyes are closed, reveling in the feeling of being taken by my teenage mate. I cannot help myself, my body shaking with small orgasms. My juices were frothing around the thick shaft poised just inside of my entrance. He rubs the fizzing nectar over his cock as I grab the stone slab with my hands. When he does start to move, he pulls back until the ridge of the head is barely visible, then he pushes back slowly with only the first two inches. He slowly begins see-sawing just two inches in and out as more of my juices flow, wetting the thickness of his shaft. Then he pushes in a little further, getting another inch or so inside, eliciting a moan from deep inside my throat as his fat cock spreads my further apart. My orgasms remain small but continuous, more juices flow out around the tight seal my pussy forms around his cock. His begins stroking my insides again, slowly fucking in and out of my pussy. His hands grasp both hips as he helps move me back and forth on his cock.

With each stroke more of his cock enters me causing my orgasms to increase. I look down between my legs and can see that his cock is not even close to halfway inside me and my body is shaking the more of him I take inside. Knowing full well if my pussy takes his whole cock all the way inside, I will be in one continuous full blown orgasm. The slow and continuous fucking is bringing more of his cock inside me, now six, then seven inches. Relentlessly his cock goes deeper, much deeper and I want more, I want him to fill me completely. I am tight, but my body is responding to the invading cock he knows I want buried to the root. Despite the urgency of our situation he is purposefully moving slowly. We know if he goes faster, his size might tear my delicate insides even though my pussy is wetter than ever. His sawing motion is bringing me so much pleasure, even on the rough stone beneath me, then we feel the tip of his manhood touch something deep inside me and rests, his precum spewing cockhead against my cervix, holding still.

Jeff is fully inside of my pussy. I want to be able to remember what it is like to have that much meaty shaft filling my pussy. I am thankful he isn't pounding into me yet, giving me time to commit the feelings to memory. But we are built to breed and inevitably I begin moving my hips in up and down motions above the rock. We both feel the inside walls of my pussy rubbing the head of his cock. I feel the entrance of my womb create a void as it passes the tip. Minutes passed as he fucks his cock up and down, in and out. Then another orgasm suddenly hits me hard, shaking my body violently, the feeling of release as juices start squirting around his manhood where it enters me. I am cumming, my pussy vibrating around his cock as it literally strokes him from the inside. The muscles of my vagina spasm around his pistoning penis. He controls the urge to cum, his own body shaking from the effort. I am cumming much harder and my juices are squirting out around his thick shaft spraying around soaking the igneous rock formed millions of years ago in the hot furnace of mother earth. My pussy feels like it is oozing lava, Jeff's abdomen is streaked with my womanly cum, which is so erotic and makes him swell with pride.

"Fuckkk...," I moan. I could feel my juices coat his throbbing dick and feel my pussy walls clench around him. His hands grip me tighter as he pumps harder. I love how raw our fucking is, this is beyond sex, this is pure, taboo fornication. We never use condoms and I'm not on birth control. My biological need to reproduce with him, despite my infertility, drives my pussy to work its magic on his pulsing cock. Jeff is slamming into me, and I feel his cockhead gently kissing my cervix as our mating reaches its crescendo. I reach between my legs to feel his large, swinging ball sack and know it is full of cum just waiting to be launched into my forbidden pussy.

"Jeff, I'm gonna cum again… I'm gonna cum. I need to feel you cum with me," I beg. My tight pussy and desperation for his seed propels me towards the edge.

"Sophie, this isn’t safe…" he growls into my ear, “I can’t cum inside you!”

"Yes you can, I want you to," I cry again, “I'm safe…”

I know that's at least partially true. My girls and I all come on at the same time. I ovulated the last time I slept with Jeff. Eleanor would certainly have been very fertile when she impregnated herself with Jeff's sperm. Now I am close to the beginning of my period… if anyone is going to fall pregnant, it will be Eleanor. How does she get to be so lucky?

We start fucking again. I know full well that he is pounding into me deeply, I can feel the thick head of his cock push against the entrance to my womb. That fantastic cock buried to the base, I could feel his pubic hair lightly tickling the cheeks of my ass, his balls swinging forward on each stroke into me, smacking my clit. Our desperate copulation has me teetering on the edge of my orgasm. My ass wet from my fluids erupting around his cock. I feel it dripping onto the boulder, I feel his soaked thighs now pressing firmly against the backs of my legs. 

My body is ready to procreate, making his cock swell as he ruts into me, forcing my cervix open, and the walls of my pussy wider. We both know he is beyond controlling his own orgasm now. Soon he will be nutting inside me and I am euphoric. Closer and closer the climax approaches. Closer and closer my husband approaches. His pistoning meat feels my inner lips spasm and cramp around the large ridge of his distended cockhead. He pulls back, desperate to deny us both our forbidden biological needs, my pussy only reacting by trying to pull him back in. He holds me close as I tremble against the immovable basalt, looking down at the joining of our bodies as the juices that seep around the shaft of his cock, staining the grey stone with sexual fluids from both of us. It inspires him and he fucks me harder and faster, if my body doesn't want his cock to leave he will oblige. His entire body is straining, his muscles forced to tighten as his cockhead becomes more pronounced. I feel his balls pull up against the joining of his cock buried fully inside of me. Just knowing he is going to explode sends me shivering into another orgasm, my body cumming again. I don't know how many times I have orgasmed, I didn't care! If my life ends now, cumming on his cock, then I will gladly die. His cock is swelling larger inside of me, lurching as he thrusts. Our bodies are slapping together in a natural rhythm that fills the landscape but still he continues to propel himself to his orgasmic plateaux.

My body knows what it wants, his body also knows. My cervix is closing tight around the engorged head of his cock. When he next tries to extract his cock from me, he feels a grasp from my insides as my cervix holds tight to his inflamed shaft. This stimulates my cervix, sending me into a new, never before felt, orgasm as his glans engages with the entrance to my uterus. His hands and feet began to weaken, he is  going to orgasm, I know it, and he knows it. He is vibrating with me, shaking with the need to release. The vibrations of his cock and his body make my orgasm increase in intensity. My head is swimming as his muscles contract, squeezing his being tighter than the grip my pussy has on him. Higher and higher we climb as our bodies head towards a simultaneous release.

We both scream at the mountainscape as our bodies finally commit to each other. All his muscles are now focused on cumming. The sensations are dramatic and continuous as stream after stream of his lava like semen shoots deeply within me, splashing the inside of my womb mixing with my juices. I feel completely filled with his cock, with my juices, and his cum, nowhere for it to go causing my uterus to expand with his voluminous load. I am gripping the rock with my claw like hands as my muscles too contract then release. There is no concept of time, it has frozen from his cock being so deep inside of me. I reached back with my hands that are now sore from tearing at the stone slabs surface, I reached back to his muscular ass, pulling him into me, holding his magnificent penis buried into my soul. Again and again he blasts the contents of his nuts inside of me. He is still ploughing into me from behind, both of us naked in the open, he no longer cares. His cock, his body doesn't want it to stop, my body is the same. Our combined juices flowing everywhere there is to fill, and more. I moan with pleasure, wiggling my ass around his dick as he empties his low hanging balls.

"I hope you get me pregnant… I want to have your baby…" I gasp as my body jolts, rhythmically to his thrusts.

Finally his balls are drained, empty completely as the eruption ceases to a slow pouring into me. Our orgasms continue, we are locked together now, joined, unmoving, we didn't want to. Shivering together in total, complete and final bliss. The release of sexual energy makes my body relax, makes me fall ever so close to losing consciousness. I don't care if we pass out, we have spent every last bit of energy our bodies contain as Jeff collapses onto my back, pressing my receptive body into the cold but welcoming surface of the mountain's stone. Still his cock remains erect. We both know we have experienced something only few have the pleasure of realizing. 

By now my body starts consuming the fullness of his cum, my cum. The excess will soon flood out in a tidal wave from my overworked pussy. If my body is going to conceive his child, I don't care. If it happens I will feel glorious in the remembrance of our love, his embrace, our release, and the height of the sexual bliss we achieved this day. He can't feel his extremities, neither could I, they have become numb. His arms wrap around me pulling me back to him, my arms reach behind me, pulling him against my own body, keeping us joined. Time ceases to exist for us as we come down from such a solid and forceful release of so much energy we have come to the very edge of existence, our existence. Our bodies exhausted, muscles relaxed and sore. Minds in a peaceful awareness of the other. Connected by the peak we have achieved together. We will never be the same.

We are the metaphorical beast with two backs, joined there, on the mountainside, bathed in the sunlight, sweat glistening on our skin. His body draped over mine, and his cock still inflamed buried deep inside me, his teenage erection showing no sign of softening, still swollen and locked against my cervix. As our eyes open simultaneously, we realise his cock is still hilted inside. He relaxes every muscle and I do the same. My uterus feels bloated as he pulls back and I lean forward. My cervix and needy vagina relaxes and finally relents, giving way, allowing him to withdraw. I feel Jeff pulling out. I have had men fuck my before and pull out, leaving a void inside of me, but not this time. I still feel the fullness inside, the pressure of our combined cum inside of me makes me sense that he is still there. This is exactly how it should be. I hope the feeling never fades. His impressive erection does not diminish as he withdraws. Inch after blissful inch is extracted from my past capacity filled pussy. I feel like his beautiful cock is still buried, I don't want to lose that feeling but I know there will soon be a waterfall of creamy cum when the bloated head of his cock reaches the end of its journey back through my insides.

It happens, his cock springs free from my snatch and the fluids of our joining spray out joining the flood that glistens against the side of our stone bed. As I turn and sit on the outcrop we both look down at his cock, it is still semi-erect, holding itself above his testicles. His balls are relaxed and seem deflated, spent yet moving on their own. Jeff looks at me, then I look at him, both of us smiling, both knowing that we could not stop what they have started. We hold each other, our bodies totally drained but blissfully sore and kiss. Our post coital bliss shared though our lips. No matter what happens… he will always live inside my heart. Our lips part and I look at him, deep into his blue eyes, and he looks back at me, blissfully happy. Yesterday's trauma is forgotten. All that matters is the future. Our future. Then it occurs to me.

"Where’s Joseph?"

My quivering snatch is drawing my illicit lover’s seed through my cervix, probably flowing steadily into my uterus and up my fallopian tubes where his sperm would inevitably meet the egg I released almost a week ago. And we are talking millions upon millions of sperm. There is no way, absolutely zero percent chance I would conceive but I can dream. Eleanor’s artificial self insemination was cruel, but she missed out on… this. There is so much semen inside me that my pussy continues contracting post-orgasm, sucking more of his sperm past my wide open cervix and into my womb. Jeff looks panicked once more and stands back, pulling his pants back on and zipping up. I am in a post cum haze, feeling his gooey mess slide down the inside of my thighs as I sit up. I drag my eyes away and see Joseph almost at the clearing.

“Come on!” Jeff pleads. “He’s almost here.”

My teenage lover stands between me and my approaching husband as I begin to search the ground for my panties, trying to spare me the indignity of being caught in my infidelity. That’s so sweet, it is even sweeter when he turns to wave to my husband who waves back as he marches up the slope towards us. My mind is going every possible direction at once. Joseph, looking distinguished with his salt and pepper hair, is wearing khaki shorts and blue collared shirt. He is smiling. Jeff is panicking. I'm still naked and our combined cum is leaking from my swollen pussy. A forbidden concoction of juices. My thighs, pussy lips wet with our fluids.

Joseph and I face each other, staring, smiling. I know he saw us fucking. Committing adultery. The biggest taboo. His eyes sweep down my body, taking in my tits, then his eyes move down to my pussy. He observes the cum leaking out of my vagina. My eyes follow Joseph's eyes down in between my legs. Still awestruck, I view the product of our love making. Our illicit cum, Jeff's sperm leaking out of my well fucked body. Cum running down my thighs, pearl like droplets leaking from my special and most sacred place onto the mountain.

"He came inside me, Joseph," I state, obviously, as Joseph and Jeff stare between my beautiful, smooth legs.

Jeff's mouth is still wide with shock as I place my hand to his lips to reassure him. I turn, bend down to the ground and pick up my panties. I give my husband another angle of my body, my back, ass, asshole and pussy with my legs and hole wet with my lover's seed. I look Jeff in the eye for a second and he looks back at me in fear, disbelief but mostly shock.

Joseph breaks the silence, "It's beautiful," he says as my husband takes me into his arms and kisses me passionately. When our lips part, Jeff hasn't moved. He is still staring at us, wide eyed.

"Hey, anybody home?" Joseph asks, "Jeff? Are you okay?"

"Huh?"

"You were just staring out into space. You okay?"

"Yeah. Thinking. Just nervous I guess."

Joseph lets out a relieved sigh, "I thought it was just me. Look, I know all of this is… unusual… but if it's what you want… it's what I want."

“I–” he begins but as I gather my clothes a text notification resonates from my shorts.

"Jessica says they are hungry, shall we all have lunch together back at the café?" I say after retrieving my phone.

"I don't know, maybe you need to spend some time together. You know, as a family?"

I laugh, "You still don't understand you? You are family, silly,” I type a short text confirming our intentions and hit send.

“You’ve gone through so much. I know we haven't helped but we're glad you're okay,” Joseph adds, “You're important to us. I'll let your Mom and Dad know you're with us. They called me, that's the reason I came up here. Call them, they're worried about you too."

I start dressing; first pulling up my panties, sealing our frothy mix against my pussy, then I pull on my tight shorts. Joseph picks up my tank top as I slip my bra back over my shoulders and fasten it finally holding my arms up to allow Joseph to pull my top over head.

"You are beautiful," Joseph exclaims, “How did I get this lucky?”

I giggle, "I think Jeff is the one who got lucky."

I move toward him and pull him into my embrace, kissing him in front of my appreciative husband. to him.

"We better head back to the café," Jeff says breathlessly as we disengage, and he sends his Mom and Dad a reassuring message as the three of us then head back down the trail. 

…continued in “Get Sophie 8”

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If you've read this far and you haven't realised this is a prequel (of sorts) to the Get Lucky series of stories… then what are you waiting for? If you enjoyed hearing Sophie's backstory and what motivated her to do what she did then see how the full story unfolds in Get Lucky, but from Jeff's point of view. 

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Chapter 7 They have been secretly texting, constantly, night and day for the last two days, thousands and thousands of messages hidden from the rest of the world. Jessica and Rachel share furtive glances, stare wide eyed and photos, blush continuously but I won’t look at what they are saying to the eighteen year old boy next door. My name is Sophie. Where do I start? To be honest with you all,…

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