As for what happened to Sofia, she kept on coming over to to Mom’s house every school day afternoon to have unprotected sex with me for several weeks until I finally managed to get her pregnant. At that point, she left her cheating husband, and abruptly moved away from the neighborhood, taking her two children with her.
Last I heard, she was living in Waco, TX, with a super-rich, white sugar daddy who had a thing for attractive, middle-age, Latina women, like Sofia. Of course, she got that good ol’ boy rancher to marry her by leading him on to believe that the baby she was carrying in her womb was his.
After Mom had run Jenny off that day (after she had scissored with Sofia), I didn’t see her again for months. I found out later that Jenny was having a secret affair with her own brother, Greg, but that the whole thing had driven a wedge between her and her mother, when her mother caught them fucking one day, because her mother was in love with her brother, and wanted him to exclusively satisfy her sexual needs, and not Jenny’s.
She actually kicked Jenny out of the house over it, and Jenny showed up on Mom’s doorstep one evening, asking if she could stay with us at Mom’s house, until she could save up enough money to get her own place. And of course, Mom let her stay in our third bedroom, which had belonged to my little sister, Lacey, back when she was a young girl.
But Jenny never did move out. Instead, she lived with Mom and me for years, all the way up until Mom died, and Mom treated her just like a daughter who was always ready and willing to become a whore in the bedroom at the drop of a hat.
And of course, just like Mom, I also couldn’t get enough of Jenny’s young pussy. It seemed like I spent just as much time fucking her as I did fucking Mom.
Outwardly in public, Jenny would present herself as being my live-in girlfriend. But the truth was that up until Mom’s death, I always slept in Mom’s bed with her, and not in Jenny’s bed, despite the fact that I fell deeply in love with Jenny over time.
About five years into our weird threesome live-in relationship, Mom secretly talked Jenny into getting off The Pill, and not using birth control anymore. She told Jenny that she really wanted some grandkids around, and that the only way that I would ever actually commit to marrying Jenny was if I got her pregnant first. So Jenny agreed to let herself get impregnated by me, since she was sensing that her own biological clock was ticking away.
So one day, when Jenny announced to me that she was pregnant, I was in total shock. I thought that she had gotten pregnant despite her using The Pill, and that her pregnancy was a total accident.
And Jenny was just fine with letting me believe that, instead telling me the real truth of the matter. And naturally, I did the only honorable thing I could really think to do in that situation. I asked Jenny to get the pregnancy terminated, and offered to accompany her to the clinic to have the procedure performed.
However, when Jenny steadfastly refused to do that, claiming that she was wanting to have the baby, I felt that I had no other choice but to ask her to marry and me. And of course she accepted, and nine months later our son, Samuel, was born–along with our daughter, Sara, who was born two minutes after Sam was.
Yes, that’s right. Jenny ended up having paternal twins! We were both in shock when those initial ultrasound pictures of our two little ones growing inside Mommy’s womb showed up on the monitor screen at the doctor’s office.
And so life in our household got hectic for the next five years, or so. Jenny and I both spent so much time taking care of our small children that we barely had any time for each other.
But that was okay, because Jenny lost her libido, and didn’t want me to have sex with her at all during that first year, when our babies were both infants. She always seemed to have a headache, or she’d tell me she just wasn’t in the mood. Stuff like that.
But I never pressured Jenny into having sex with me that entire time. I figured that she’d eventually come around, and start feeling horny again, once the kids got a little older, and she had a little more free time on her hands.
The good news was that even though I couldn’t have sex with my own wife anymore during that very first year of parenthood, I still had my mother, who was always more than happy to have sex with me–even if that sex turned out being nothing more than a quickie in the ladies restroom at some fast food joint somewhere while we were out having lunch together.
As you can imagine I was very pleased when, after about a year and a half or so of raising our kids, my wife woke me up in the middle of the night by giving me a blowjob, and then we ended up fucking for what felt like the very first time. What I mean by that, is that I hadn’t had my dick inside Jenny’s wonderful pussy for so long, that it actually felt like I was fucking a different woman, instead of my own wife.
And in a way, I really was fucking a different woman. Jenny’s vagina had gotten stretched out during childbirth. And although it had recovered as best as it could, it was looser-fitting around my dick than it had been previous to her giving birth. But that was just fine with me, because to my dick, Jenny’s vagina now felt much more like Mom’s super-comfortable vagina.
Not only that, but the Jenny I was fucking that night wasn’t a fertile woman anymore. She had gotten her tubes tied about a month or so after she had given birth to the twins.
Back before she had made the decision to go permanently sterile, Jenny had told me that two kids were more than enough, and that she didn’t want to risk having a third.
When I heard about Jenny’s decision to get her tubes tied, I had offered to get a vasectomy, instead. But then Jenny confessed to me that what really turned her on the most–and made her pussy get really wet–whenever she was watching me fuck another women was that there was always the possibility that I could be getting that other women pregnant, and that I was intentionally fucking that woman bareback, and doing it right in front of Jenny.
Jenny also admitted that she wanted to be able to let other men fuck her bareback in front of me in the future, without any risk of those men possibly getting her pregnant. Of course, my wife intended to let those other men who would be fucking her in the future assume that she was still fertile and able to get pregnant. In fact, she intended to lie to them all, and tell them that she was ovulating, just to turn them on even more while they were fucking her. But in the end, her sterilized womb would be our little secret.
Anyway, that night of the long-awaited blowjob in bed, I knew that things were going to get better for our relationship, now that Jenny was getting her libido back. And I was right about that, thank God!
Once the kids got old enough to start 1st grade at their elementary school, Jenny and I breathed a huge sigh of relief, because that finally allowed us enough free time during the weekdays to get back to doing something that both of us absolutely loved, and that was cuckolding each other with other people. And now that Mom was no longer with us, we had her much-larger master bedroom to ourselves, with all of its amenities, including the king-size bed, the two plush easy chairs, and the master bathroom shower.