Emma's Dilemmas: The Final Chapter

Emma didn't get a chance to speak to Stephen about what her mother had seen. Not long after their fuck he'd showered and then went off to do some shopping at a nearby big box store. Taking the opportunity to clean herself up Emma did exactly that and after getting herself properly dressed she headed outside to rake leaves.

She was in the back yard when she heard the gate open.

"Emma," it was her mom from next door, "are you doing okay honey? He's not hurting you is he?"

Emma looked at her feet and shook her head, "No mom, he's not hurting me. It's fine, really. But thank you for asking. I really appreciate it."

Emma's mom could see her daughter wasn't entirely happy about the situation. The two of them had never really spoken ever since Emma had been kicked out of the house almost two years before.

"Do you want to talk?" asked her mom.

Emma looked up with a hint of a smile, "That would be nice! Can we go inside? I need to keep an eye on the baby."

"Sure honey."

It was a little late for coffee but Emma made some anyway. It just seemed like the right thing to do. The two women made small talk as Emma put together a small plate of treats to go with the coffee and then she sat down.

Her mom sipped at the coffee and said "Mmm" in approval before getting right to the point, "Is he treating you right?"

"He does." said Emma. "He takes care of me and the baby and he takes care of everything else, too."

"But this isn't what you expected is it?" asked her mom.

"No, it isn't."

Her mom sighed. "What were you thinking? Why him? Of all the men in the world why him?"

Emma was ashamed of the truth but she just wasn't able to come up with a polite lie so she simply spoke the truth, "Mom, I was just stupid. I really wanted to have sex and thought it would be okay and then things got out of control and I got pregnant. It was stupid and I regret it but it can't be undone."

Her mom reached across the small table and held her hand.

"I'm sorry you had to find out this way that real life isn't a fairy tale romance."

Emma looked down at the table. "I know. But it's too late to take it back, isn't it?"

The women agreed on this much. They went on to talk about Emma's father and how he was not ready to forgive Emma for 'being a whore' as he put it. Emma realized that her choices in life were few. She could be Stephen's whore or she could live on the street. It wasn't much of a choice really.

The time on the clock said it was time for Emma's mother to go home. Both of the women had to get ready for their men to come home.

When Stephen got home Emma got the dinner going. She was putting dinner on the table when the baby cried and Stephen went to go take care of him.

She had just sat down when Stephen came into the dining room with the baby. "He's hungry, too. Why don't you just sit there and take care of him and we can chat, okay?"

Emma understood what Stephen wanted and she unbuttoned her dress to reveal her tits. They were a bit bigger than before the baby. Heavier too.

Putting the baby to her breast he latched on and started sucking away at her. Stephen watched as the baby ate.

Soon enough she burped the baby and returned him to his bed for the night.

Stephen startled her because he was right there when she turned around to go back to the dining room.

She went to button up her dress and he stopped her. "No, I think I'd like to see some more."

"Stephen, can this wait? Really?"

He smiled and looked at their baby. "You know he'll never have a sister or brother unless we do some serious fucking, right?"

"Stephen..." she whined.

Taking her hand he led her to their bedroom. She silently stood there while he took her clothes off. It was his turn to strip and she couldn't help but to watch.

As much as she didn't want to be pregnant again she was still fascinated by sex and by the part Stephen's cock played in it. She was eager to see it but fearful of what seeing it would mean.

She looked at the long cock and its purple head and imagined it deep inside of her. The mental image of it spewing his seed into her womb filled her mind. Part of her wanted to run. Actually, a big part of her wanted to run. But she was also resigned to being the mother of Stephen's baby and she knew that he wasn't going to let her stay in his house without having another baby.

Dutifully she got onto the bed and lay on her back. She'd expected Stephen to turn off the lights but wasn't entirely surprised when he didn't.

"Spread 'em." he rudely said as he climbed onto the bed with her.

For his part Stephen was enjoying the view. He loved seeing how Emma's body had been transformed by pregnancy. She had been pregnant with his baby! He admitted to himself that he didn't understand his own feelings about this but he did know that it felt good. It felt satisfying.

And he wanted to feel it again.

Especially after having listened to Emma's conversation with her mother. Emma forgot that the baby monitor in the kitchen also hooked up to the Wi-Fi and that hooked up to Stephen's smart phone. He'd heard it all.

He heard Emma voice her doubts and regrets and he heard her ask about going back to live with her parents. He liked knowing that her father still thought his little princess was a whore. In his mind Stephen knew that putting another baby in Emma's belly was the key to making sure her family would never take her back. He also got a thrill from the idea that Emma wasn't happy with the idea.

Thus he was all the more aroused as he moved onto Emma. She needed to be conquered if he was going to keep her and despite her misgivings and regrets here she was in his bed with her legs spread for him.

She felt a pang of humiliation as he lorded over her naked shame.

He had a ridiculous smile on his face and she knew he was enjoying this a lot more than he should.

His cock bumped into her pussy and she felt her body flush with unwanted arousal. She felt torn as one part of her wanted to run while her body prepared to be fucked.

"Oooh." she uttered as his cock slipped inside.

"Mmmm" was Stephen's murmur when he soon felt his balls resting on Emma's warm ass.

Emma was profoundly aware that his cock was deep inside of her. She couldn't help but feel aroused at the thought and feeling.

"I called up the office." he said as he fucked her.

"Oh?..oooh!" she replied as he fucked her deep.

He slid all the way into her and held himself there. "I'm taking the next two weeks off. I'm due for a vacation and all caught up with my projects."

He pulled out and then fucked her deep again. "Now I'm going to catch up on another project."

Emma knew what that meant. Her expression betrayed to Stephen that she knew what the next two weeks would be like.

Smiling he leaned down and kissed her.

Emma was torn with emotion. She was in the middle of getting fucked by Stephen and she liked getting fucked by Stephen. But she knew he wanted another baby. His reason for fucking was different from her own.

He fucked her harder and she could tell he wasn't far away from seeding her.

Sex felt different when it had a purpose.

Emma felt her tits moving back and forth as he fucked her. She looked at him and saw the blank look on his face as all that mattered to him was fucking her.

He slowed down and started deep fucking her. He was very close.

"Unnngghhh..." he sighed as he rammed her deep and felt his cum pour into her.

Her hips were pushed down into the mattress as he rested his body on her own. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her pussy and she knew he was seeding her.

It was a little while before he lifted himself off of her. She heard the familiar wet sounds of their bodies separating. He got off the bed and stood up while Emma was still recovering.

"You're beautiful!" he said to her as he admired her tits and the trail of his cum that ran down her thigh.

He stared at her for a moment more and then shut off the light and came back to the bed. Emma fell asleep with Stephen cuddling her from behind.

Predictably the baby started to cry just after midnight. Emma was up and out of the bed before she was fully awake and she stumbled to the baby's room. A diaper had to be changed, the baby was cleaned up, and then Emma put him to her tits to feed. When he was sated she burped him and then put him down for a few more hours.

Going back to her bed Emma lay back and was about to go to sleep when she felt Stephen stirring.

"The baby's okay?" he whispered.

"Yeah." she quietly replied.

"Good."

It was a few more moments and Emma thought Stephen was going to go back to sleep. Instead his hand reached for her own and guided it to his cock.

She loved feeling its velvety softness and she mindlessly explored it and manipulated it. She was fascinated by the head of it and gave it some extra attention. The spongy tip she knew had been pressed up against her deepest and most feminine place every time it had tried to fill her womb with cum. It amazed her that she could touch something that had been so deep inside of her body.

Naturally, Emma wasn't surprised when the soft cock firmed up and grew to its full length.

Stephen moved her onto her back and then he moved himself onto her body. Soon he was fucking her deep and hard and she understood this was all about his pleasure and not her own. They were only fucking a few minutes when he sighed and she felt him cumming.

The next two weeks were filled with this kind of sex. Stephen was determined to keep her pussy full of cum and his interest in Emma's pleasure was nil.

He never let her leave the house for the whole two weeks. All she wore was a bathrobe. He fucked her at random times during the day and in random places around the house. Emma enjoyed the occasional orgasm but she knew that this wasn't the purpose of Stephen's attentions.

At the end of the two weeks Emma was happy to have some time to herself. Her nights were still filled with sex but at least during the day Stephen was off at work.

About eight weeks later Emma realized that she was pregnant again. Her mother was somewhat happy to hear of another grandchild. Her father still wasn't interested in talking to the daughter who lived next door.

In due time Emma was due with a daughter. Stephen was once again a doting lover and father and Emma saw that he wasn't entirely a bad choice.

A few years later when she welcomed her fifth baby her father came to see her and make amends and she was happy about this.

Not long after her fifth baby was born Stephen took Emma to the courthouse and made her his wife. This made it easier for her to accept things when Stephen told her he wanted a sixth baby.