So we laid there, bodies pressed together so firmly that our heartbeats synchronized. After about a minute, I realized that Sara wasn’t quite as unmoving as I at first thought. Her hips were still moving gently…oh so very gently….and subtly bouncing up and down on my cock. The walls of her pussy stroking my length like caressing fingertips.
I looked at her in shock, but she was calm and oddly undisturbed. She just continued slow-fucking me, like this was more important in that moment than life itself.
When our eyes met, I think I understood what she was thinking: there was nothing else we could do. If Donna walked down the steps and found us right in that moment, the result would be the same regardless of what we were doing.
No matter what we did right now, it was out of our hands.
No matter what we did…
When I finally understood, I reciprocated by biting one of her rubbery nipples. In this manner, the two of us fucked slowly and silently until we locked our mouths together and softly moaned loudly into a long and satisfying orgasm.
At the same moment, the light turned off, and the door began closing.
“Hnh? Whur’d they go?” Donna said in drunken confusion, as her footsteps grew fainter. “Hey gaiz…! Haff yu seen…”
Sara and I looked at one another, our faces completely drenched in sweat, and our bodies heaving with exhausted breaths. Realizing how lucky we’d just gotten, the two of us began laughing.
“Poor Donna,” she said. “I’m a terrible mother.”
“And I’m a terrible husband.”
She kissed me. “We need to make this up to her, you know. I’m not doing this to hurt my daughter or make a fool of her.”
I nodded. “Neither am I. What I feel for you — for better or worse — has nothing to do with Donna. I want…and need…both of you. Even if she left me tomorrow, I’d still want you, Sara.”
She gently rubbed her hands over my sweaty back. “Me too, baby. God help me…I’d be lost without you.”
I repeated the words I’d said in spur-of-the-moment heat before. But this time, with full clarity and sincerity.
“I love you, Sara.”
She smiled and repeated them back to me. “I love you too, Kurt.
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After that, something clicked between Sara and I. From that moment on, mother-in-law and son-in-law became an unofficial couple. What started as a naughty sex romp between in-laws became a full-fledged secret romance. We were no longer content to wait until we were conveniently in the same place and the same time. We made excuses to see each other, or to “bump into” each other in the middle of the day while I was supposed to be out with friends or she was out shopping. And I made several “unscheduled” visits to Sara’s place on regular occasions.
We were, despite my marriage to her daughter, boyfriend and girlfriend in every real sense of the word.
At least once a week, and up to three or four if we thought we could get away with it, Sara and I would find a way into each others’ beds.
I was her first “real” boyfriend in over twenty years. She’d had a few flings ever since divorcing Donna’s father, but nothing she ever felt truly devoted to. Nothing that ever made her feel safe and cherished and loved.
Not like me.
Against all odds, the sex became even more incredible, like a reward for the neverending stress of our secret affair. We were even more determined to bring the best out in each other, sometimes getting risqué, such as the time Donna and I came by to help Sara cook for a pot-luck. Once the coast was clear, I slithered behind Sara as she cleaned up the kitchen, softly licking and nibbling her ear and the nape of her neck as I slowly slid her panties down to her ankles. Then carefully, I slid into her pussy, reaching my hands under her blouse until I had both tits tight in my grasp. Amazingly, she and Donna never stopped their conversation — in fact, Sara kept doing the dishes without reacting to my presence in any way. Even when I intentionally gave her many hard, firm thrusts against the kitchen counter and squeezed her tits hard enough to leave red marks. It wasn’t until I’d emptied my load, pulled her panties back on and turned to leave that she yanked me back to give a thankful kiss.
We had fallen hopelessly in love. I tried not to let it impact my marriage, but I now knew I had room in my heart for two women. If Sara and I had an entire night to ourselves, our activities in bed changed from kinky, stormy fuckfests into soft, sensual love-making. Sometimes, I came inside her two or three times a night. There was almost an expectation that, whenever I plunged my cock inside her, I would fill her with my cum.
So I really shouldn’t have been surprised when, one day, Sara asked me:
“Honey, do you want me to start taking the pill?”
The question threw me for such a loop that I couldn’t answer until she explained why she was asking. Until now, our meet-ups had been so sporadic that the risk was minimal. But because we were now fucking much more often, there was more of a chance for…unintended consequences.
The only thing that shocked me was the fact that I’d never cared if she’d been on the pill — or any contraceptive — in the first place. I’d never thought about it, nor gave the slightest fuck. I’d consider it a testament to just how sexy Sara was that every time I fucked her, I came into her pussy without even considering the consequences. Like it was just the natural thing to do. Like my jizz just belonged inside her. It just felt that normal to me.
On top of that, Donna and I were closing in on our first wedding anniversary — which meant, of course, that it was an anniversary for Sara and I, too. Donna had been bringing up a certain subject for several weeks now, becoming more and more insistent that now was the time for it. That it was time we started thinking about our future.
And, if that was true, then it was true all around. As far as I was concerned, anything that was good enough for Donna was also good enough for Sara. And vice-versa.
Never would I give less than everything to both of them.
So I happily, eagerly took her into my arms and told her:
“No. Absolutely not.”
She looked back at me, her luscious eyes glimmering with such a range of emotions that I couldn’t properly pinpoint them. Joy? Relief? Fear? Guilt? Regardless of which feelings raced through her mind, Sara’s lips quivered, and she kissed me.
And so, from that moment on, when Sara and I made love, we always looked deep into each other’s eyes every time I released my load in her womb. She called my name as she came, and then I returned the favor. We knew what we were doing…what we were risking, but we were way past the point of caring. This was love. Real love. It felt good — it felt right. I could never go back to giving Sara any less than I gave Donna. She was mine. She was my Sara.
My woman.
So that decision meant only one thing. That each of my women — mother and daughter both — were going to be carrying my child by the end of the year. I was going to make sure of that.
And if that was going to be the case….Well, there was only one thing for a real man to do.