Taking Jenn's Mom Ch. 06

Her small hand, manicured with nail polish that matched her lingerie, stroked lightly up and down the length of my rod. All the way from the base to the tip, as she breathed in my ear.

"Is that how you like it? Is that how you stroke yourself when you think of me?" she breathed in my ear. Her delicate hand gripped my swollen cock firmly and pumped rhythmically. It felt so good.

I moved my hand between her legs as she ministered to my meat. The triangle of fabric that passed for undergarments was soaked right through.

"I wish I could touch myself like you're doing now. Then I wouldn't miss you so much," I said as she tugged harder on my throbbing cock.

"Oooh, honey! Just hearing you say you miss me makes me wet," she cooed as I suckled on her heaving tits, "Mmm, my nipples are so sensitive."

She lay on her back as I licked at her swollen areolas, my hand untying her bikini, exposing her newly trimmed pussy.

"I shaved for you. I hope you like it," she smiled, kissing my cheek as I played with the slick folds of her puss.

"Is that what you wanted to talk about?" I asked mockingly.

"Part of it. I guess I just want to make you happy," she said, smiling.

"I want you to be happy too," I offered.

"No, I want to make you happy. There's a difference," she said as she brought her mouth down to my cock.

Her tongue played with the tip and her hand jerked me up and down. Meg's mouth was rather large, perhaps to accommodate her big smile. Given her inexperience I was surprised when she opened her still sparkling lips wide and lowered her face onto my shaft.

Pumping away as she face-fucked me, I felt a stirring in my loins. Pre-cum and saliva mixed together and ran down her chin and over her hand. I was building up to blow my load but I didn't want to cum yet so I gently lifted her eager mouth off my saliva and lube covered rod.

"Well, I want to make you happy too," I said and guided her to straddle my face using the headboard as a brace. I had never tasted Meg's pussy before, but it smelled divine. I buried my face into her wet womanhood, intoxicated by the peppery, musky scent.

She groaned on top of me, grinding her cunt harder into me as I lapped and eagerly drank her juices. My fingers dug into the smooth flesh of her rear while my tongue danced with her swollen clit, occasionally visiting her tight, pink asshole.

Her thighs were growing slick with perspiration and she let her lower half get more out of control on my face. Back and forth she let her sopping slit ride over my tongue and I could hear her sighs evolving into heavy moans. Her frenzied rhythm was building to a climax when she raised herself up and moved her body south, positioning her body right above my swollen member.

Meg had never really been able to take the whole of my cock into her vagina before, but that never stopped her from trying. She let the head penetrate, but resisted moving further.

"I want all of you," she said.

"Tonight?" are you sure you're up for it.

"Every night. I want all of you every night," she lowered herself further as she unsnapped her corset.

"I don't want anything getting between us," she said sternly tossing the satin garment aside.

She lowered herself further nearly taking me all in- about seven inches of my glistening manhood. A look of discomfort flashed across her face. She took the lube off the bedspread and poured it over her breasts. Her hands rubbed it all over her perfect tits and she lowered her slick body completely on top of me.

I thrust into her with more force and let my fingers dig into the meat of her curves.

"I want all of you baby! Give it to me!!" she screamed. She was clinging to me tightly as my body slammed into hers. My cock tore into her like a weapon. Her tight pussy was like a vice around my dick. I grabbed her shoulders, keeping her in place while I arched upward - forcing the remainder of my ten inches into her.

"Oh God, it feels like you're ripping me open, but I don't care!!! I want all of you! Every night! Every where! My pussy, my tits, my ass!! Anything you want baby! Give it to me!!!" she screamed as I felt her cunt pulse around my cock.

I exploded inside her. With every blast, I answered, "I'm all yours. Take me!"

We uncoupled after the last spurts of my cum filled her and she rolled off me.

Meg curled up next to me, naked except for her thigh-highs. We fell asleep, drunk on each other's love for maybe ten minutes.

She woke me with a poke. "Hey, I brought a toothbrush. I'm kind of assuming you don't mind if I stay."

The clock said eleven. There was probably no danger of Sandra coming back. I kissed her deeply and said, "I was hoping you would."

She smiled at that and went to the bathroom to freshen up. Passing my briefcase with Jenn's distinctive manilla folder on top, she asked, "Is that the same file I gave you?"

"No, I told you I brought it to the guy," I replied.

"Oh yeah. You did. Sorry, I should listen better," she said closing the door behind her.

I went to get the file and put it in my case. Meg would probably be a few minutes as I hear plastic cups and stuff being opened and emptied out.

I went to the chair and opened the envelope, curious.

Lifting it up, I saw Rick and Sandra's names as the adoptive parents. Actually, it was good I was checking. Handing someone the wrong information in these situations can be devastating.

Pulling the sheet out further I saw Jenn's name as well as her given name, Lily Maria. Hmm, who knew.

Pulling the sheet further out, my hands began to shake and I felt the blood disappear from my face. I could not have been more shocked if I had won the reverse lottery, only this was much worse.

The birth mother was listed as none other than Maricetta and there's no other way to say it - I am Jenn's father.

The ramifications of this tumbled on top of me like a collapsing building. I rushed outside to get some air but could not catch my breath. I fell to my knees and threw up in the parking lot. I struggled to regain myself and re-entered the room as Meg was emerging from the bathroom. She turned to the wall to repack her overnight bag and I ducked into the bathroom without her seeing me face.

I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth - the best I could do to wash the stink of this situation from me. I turned the water in the sink to cold and tried to shock myself out of the truth. For nearly a year, I had been fucking my own biological daughter. Not just fucking, but degrading and violating. Oiling her up and letting her call me daddy. It was all too surreal.

I didn't know how, I would deal with these feelings. Even now, thinking about Jenn, her soft eyes and plump curves, stirred my loins. But no, I thought. It's wrong. I splashed more water on my face and made a resolution never to contact Jenn again. Nor could she ever find out who I was to her.

I emerged form the bathroom, not quite one-hundred percent, but good enough to fake it until Meg fell asleep. I plunked myself on the bed.

"Everything okay?" she asked, rubbing my chest, "You look a little pale."

"Just a bit tired. I'm fine."

"I hope you understand what I meant back then," she said. She was playing with my chest hair now.

"I guess so. Repeat what I might not understand," I answered.

"When I said I want all of you, I wasn't talking about your cock. Although it was great to finally be able to take it all. I mean I want us both to give ourselves to each other completely. I've never felt these feelings before and I want to give everything to you. I'm not asking because I'm selfish, but because the love I have for you feels like it's bursting out of my heart. What I have to give is too much if you're not prepared to give at least as much. You complete me in a way that is more than I've ever felt but is the way every one should feel. Or at least every woman," she said.

"Women? Why not men? Shouldn't we feel so fine as well?" I asked.

"Do you want to do this or not? Are you mine? Am I yours?" she threw down the ultimatum.

I thought about the past year and the peaks and valleys. I thought about Sandra and how I felt about her; how quickly she would leave. I though about Jenn - my daughter Jenn - and how difficult it would be to ever see her again.

I leaned into Meg, finally understanding, what she wanted -also finally understanding what I wanted. I drew her into me and kissed her.

"Meg, I know what you're asking. The answer is yes. I will give myself to you completely. I love you Meg and everything we have together. I want to lay with you every night and wake up with you every morning. I want us to plunder each other's bodies like two school kids every night and wake up hungover on our own love every morning."

She dragged me on top of her and embraced me protectively.

"I'm so glad! I'm so happy. The three of us are going to be so happy together!" she smiled and kissed me.

"Oh, yeah. Your mom. I almost forgot," I said absently.

"God! Me too! I meant four of us," she brought my hand to her belly, "I'm pregnant! We're going to have a baby! You're going to be such a good father!"

At that point, I must have passed out. I woke up at eleven in the morning. A note on the pillow said, "I let you sleep. I called in sick for you at work. Call me! Love you!"

I folded up the note and placed it in my bag. I surveyed the room. I took Jenn's file and put it in the sink. The matches from the candle were on the desk and I brought them over. I lit the match and dangled the corner of the file over the flame. It ignited slowly then burst into yellow heat. I dropped it in the sink watching the ashen folds of the truth burn into oblivion.

I poured a bit of the wine into the clean cup and sat on the chair. When the the flame was extinguished I washed the ashes down the drain. I finished the wine and grabbed my bags. I left the room aware only of my footsteps on the lot. I stopped to view the puddle of my vomit. Poison leaving the system.

I drove to AT&T and changed my number. I called Meg and she answered, somewhat confused.

"Hey, It's me. I just changed my number," I said, "A client kept calling and hanging up."

"Ooh, that's not good."

"Also not good is the bedbugs. What do you say we start this rest of our life thing today?"

She laughed, "I'd like that. So would my mom, she's fond of you already."

"I have a way with people's mothers," I said, knowing that this would be different.