13 - A Surprise

13. A Surprise

I had created an OnlyFans account. It was called "JJFamily2000", because I couldn't think of anything better. I don't know why I did it. I'd spent so much time with my hand in my panties to my, Mom and Jordan's sex tapes that I figured a lot of other horny people wanted to as well. It was super nerve-wracking at first. Who would see us? I didn't know how to blur faces and do fancy video editing, so it was pretty raw.

My heart was almost popping out of my chest when I uploaded the first time I filmed Jordan's cum on my face. Who would be seeing it? The biggest danger was people from church. They shouldn't be looking there, anyway. I knew they all would be. I would wait for the quiet snickers. I didn't know how I could tell Jordan about it, so I didn't.

The two of them looked so amazing, that night of his birthday when they had fucked doggy-style for the first time, her wide hips thrusting above her thick thighs, her enormous tits heaving forwards... Surely any healthy man or teenage boy would be able to jerk off and blow his load to that. I uploaded my first three videos and waited. Already after the first day, I had gathered several subscribers.

I had put a subtext that it was family/incest vids, and that we would be uploading new content every week. I knew it was wrong not to tell Jordan and Mom they were now porn stars, but I had to see if it worked first.

The feedback was amazing. Every comment was full of hearts, and guys telling us how much they had been jerking off to it. I imagined all these nerdy teens with square glasses blowing their loads on their cellphones and computer screens.

For some twisted reason, I got super proud that random dudes were praising our bodies and our sex. And really turned on by the fact that men wanted to see me being fucked, and taking another man's cum. I was going to give them more. I took screenshots of my face, cum-covered, looking submissively into the camera and posted them to Twitter and Reddit, under the same handle.

It was so wrong, and at the same time, addictive. I found myself logging on three, four, five times a day to check how many views I'd been getting. Jordan caught me once, and asked what I was doing on OnlyFans.

"Just browsing," I smiled at him naughtily.

He probably assumed I was checking out love moves to practice on him. I guess that would have made him happy, if anything. At least he hadn't caught me on Tinder. Which, raised a sudden doubt in my mind... did he do that sort of thing? I hoped not.

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Over the following few weeks, I started becoming sick. At first, I just threw up randomly. Then, it became almost daily. Not like a virus, I just suddenly had to vomit. It was weird. Mom realized what was going on after about a week of it. She seemed concerned.

"Darling, have you been throwing up?"

"Almost every morning," I answered.

She threw her hands to the sides of her face in a mixture of shock and delight, a big smile opening up across her face.

"You know what that means, don't you, Sweetie?"

"Mmm... No?"

I can't believe I was so naïve. She was suddenly grabbing me and hugging me tightly, the two of us swaying together on the tiled floor.

"I think it means you're going to have a baby, Sasha!"

Nothing could have prepared me for that news. I guess it's one thing when people are actually trying for a baby, but for some reason this had never crossed my mind at all, in all our time of lovemaking. I was just a girl having fun. I couldn't possibly know how to be a Mom.

What I didn't understand was how it had happened. Jordan hadn't cum inside me that many times, and I was taking the pill. I was suddenly scared. Why was Mom so happy?

"But, how, Mom? I've been taking the pill." I asked, suddenly panicking.

"I know Dear, but it isn't always a hundred percent reliable. Anyway, we need to get you tested right away."

And with that, she took me firmly by the hand and drove me down to the drugstore, where we bought a pregnancy test kit. My heart was pounding when we returned home. She was so happy for me. Didn't I want to be a Mom? I guess I did. But I had only thought about being an obedient wife, so far.

I took a small jar into the bathroom and peed in it, then inserted the test strip. I was so nervous I almost dropped the jar into the toilet, and managed to pee all over my hand, too. I raced out with it to Mom. We looked together. And there it was... a colored line.

It was positive.

I was having a baby.

I was going to be a Mom.

At twenty two years of age.

I fell down on the sofa and laughed. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

'Well', I thought to myself, 'it's not like I'm fourteen or anything.'

What on earth would Dad say? I guess that didn't really matter anymore.

But how would I do this? I didn't know a thing about babies. Oh, jeez... the last months suddenly seemed over in an instant. I had been having the time of my life, with some ups and downs, admittedly, and all of a sudden I was alone and didn't know a thing. Mom looked over and put a reassuring hand on my arm. Somehow, she knew exactly what I was feeling.

"It's OK, Darling. I'll always be here for you, and we'll make sure everything works out. We can take our journey together. You will still finish your University degree, and get a job, and all of those things. You won't need to stay home like they did in my day. I'll look after you here."

I suddenly started crying tears of joy. I threw my arms around her neck and kissed her on the cheek. She understood everything, and in the emotional turbidity of our current relationship, she was now my regular Mom again. The one who knew what to do and what to say at the right time. The one who was truly in control when it mattered.

"Thank you, Mommy! I love you so much!" I cried into her shoulder.

As soon as Jordan came home that afternoon, Mom sat the two of us down. She was firmly in charge now. I hadn't seen this side of her for months. The submissive MILF was gone. Her matronly instincts were kicking in. Hard. Jordan immediately acquiesced to her wishes--he understood something was up.

"What's up?" Jordan asked.

He was surprised by the contradiction between Mom's serious expression, and the stupid smile on my face.

"Jordan," Mom said matter-of-factly, "you're going to be a father."

Jordan was hit with the same instantaneous shock I was. He looked at me, and his face drained of all its color. It was the first time he had been speechless in several months. His alpha 'man-of-the-house' routine evaporated, and in its place was a young man with no experience or knowledge of how to raise a family, having hardly experienced one himself.

Mom put a reassuring hand on his knee. She was so good. She was going to look after both of us. Tears started running down my cheeks at the thought of it.

"It's OK. I'm here, and I'll make sure everything works out. I want you to both embrace this as the precious gift that it is."

The color was beginning to come back into Jordan's face. He couldn't quite figure it out.

"But... But... Aren't you taking something?" He asked me.

I nodded, and then shrugged.

He stood up, still stunned. He was looking left and right, nervously, as though he needed an escape route. His mind was clearly even less prepared for this news than mine had been. He staggered out onto the deck, and went to look at his reflection in the pool. I looked at Mom, a little scared.

"It's OK, Darling... you'll both just need some time to adjust to the new reality."

It truly did take some time to get used to the thought. I spent most of the afternoon, sitting on my bed, tearily hugging a pillow. This wasn't what I had expected the announcement of a pregnancy to be like. I thought it was about joy and excitement. Here, there was uncertainty and anxiety.

Jordan came into my room and sat down with me.

"This wasn't what I was expecting," he said, in a neutral tone.

"Well, I guess you should have, with the number of times you've unloaded inside me," I retorted, a bit rudely.

I suddenly felt riled up. This had all been out of my control. It was the man who put the seed inside me.

"I thought you were taking the pills..." he repeated, as if my earlier answer hadn't been satisfactory.

"I have been," I replied, getting irritated, "I told you that."

"I still have to finish Uni..." he continued.

I guess he was mostly worried about how we were going to provide for a child in our current situation, but it came across as uncaring and selfish. Then I lost it. The whole submissive role went straight out the window, and I started shouting.

I can't remember everything I said, but I hurled plenty of insults, and made it clear to him that he was being selfish and I was the one who was going to have to care for the baby while he was free to do whatever he wanted.

I finished off by screaming, "and if you don't care about me or the baby you put inside me, then you can just FUCK OFF!"

It was the first time I had ever shouted that at him. He was totally stunned. I regretted it as soon as it came out of my mouth. And then Mom was there. She brushed past Jordan, who was standing motionless in the middle of the room, and she had me in her arms, shushing me, cooing in my ear and rocking me gently in her arms.

After a couple of minutes when my sobbing settled down, she said to Jordan with a serious expression,

"Jordan, it's normal for a lot of emotion in this time. Now I need you to be ready to support and comfort Sasha."

"Yes, Ma'am," Jordan replied, completing his reversion to a working class boy.

"Go ahead, then. There's more to being the man of the house than just breeding the females," Mom replied, releasing me onto the bed, and giving him a peck on the cheek as she left the room.

He came at once to me and held me gently in his strong arms.

"I'm sorry," was all he said.

And it was all he needed to say. I burst out in a hydrant of tears and loud sobs and embraced him fiercely.

"I'll look after you, Sash. I'll never leave you alone," he followed up.

I looked up into his sorry eyes, and bit my bottom lip.

"I'm sorry for being rude," I whimpered quietly.

"Sometimes the man of the house can be wrong," he replied with a bashful smile, which made me giggle though my tears.

Mom returned fifteen minutes later to check on us. She found me straddling the mattress, twerking my bare ass slowly against Jordan's fingers, and looking back at him lustfully as my pussy lips gently accepted his stiff manhood inside of me.

"Oh! I'm sorry," she chuckled, "I was just checking if everything was OK... I guess it is!"

She went out, smiling to herself.

Jordan pounded me firmly, taking my hair like the reins of a horse, first with one hand, then two. He felt his hands down my lithe back and ass--I knew he loved shaping me with his hands, seeing my curves move as he fucked me. That was one advantage I had over Mom's thickness and her enormous boobs.

I jiggled and slapped my peachy ass back against him in time with his thrusts, planting my hands firmly on the mattress and concentrating on giving him maximum pleasure. He was giving me a solid pounding, and I could feel my legs working hard to stay upright.

When he was close, he started groaning heavily, and fell over my back, so I was supporting most of his weight. My legs were going to jelly. I was already starting to feel sensitive due to the pregnancy, and I hoped I could hold out until he released.

He encased my arms in his as he continued to ram forward like a magnificent stallion, his sweaty muscles rippling against my smooth back.

"Oh, yeah, Baby! Fill me!" I urged him, almost in tears of happiness that he was inside me again.

"Plant more of you seed inside me! Give me your babies, I'll raise them all for you."

This was a completely new roleplay we hadn't engaged in before. Jordan thrust once more and exploded. The insides of my vagina lit up as I felt every jet of his warm cream coating me like icing. I collapsed on the bed, out of strength, and he directly on top of me, breathing hard.

My face was muffled in the duvet, and his head landed directly on top of mine. He hauled himself up slightly, and slowly withdrew his cock. It came out with a pop as my soft tube released him. I turned to smile up at him.

"Thank you, Baby. Oh, wow, you were so powerful today."

He reached back down with his head and nuzzled against my cheek.

"I'm so lucky that my baby will have such a dominant man for its father!"

A final spurt of cum launched itself onto my ass as his hips gave a final involuntary jerk at my submissive gesture.

He blushed at my gushing over him, and I did too, out of embarrassment, but I continued my submissive role, looking up at him in amazement:

"I hope I can still walk tonight... you nearly wore me out, Baby!"

He leaned forward and kissed me gently, before we cleaned up.

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Dad had rung Mom again in the following weeks, and they had agreed that there was going to be an amicable divorce. She would not abide having another daughter by a strange woman as part of the family, and made that very clear.

Once John had discussed this with Mr Wentworth at the law firm, they had agreed that this was the best approach, but he would have to marry his secretary Alicia, which, he realized, would surely put her over the moon. He would then remain in Montreal, and grow the firm there to be hopefully the same size as the Toronto office. If he succeeded, they would expand the company further with an office in Ottawa.

"Who knows, Jack - maybe one day you'll be the big boss!" Mr Wentworth had joked.

John clung onto every word of that sentence. This was exactly what he was determined to make happen.

He went home after work, and, as usual, Alicia joined him at his townhouse. He got straight to the point.

"We need to talk," he said abruptly.

She understood it was serious and came to meet him in the center of the room, her hands extended to be held by his. He wasn't kicking her out, was he? Her heart started pounding furiously.

"I'm getting a divorce."

In an instant, Alicia's disposition went from scared to exuberant. Her eyes brightened, and she started breathing heavily with a big smile. Did this mean...?

"And, we need to get married before that baby of yours comes."

"Yippee!" She screamed, jumping into his arms, "Oh! Yes! Yes!"

Alicia kissed her boss and lover deeply.

"Oh, thank you Darling! Thank you John! I do! I do!"

She was going to become a rich and elegant high society bitch after all! She swore to herself in that moment that she would make this work out, whatever it took.

Alicia was beaming from ear to ear. She couldn't help it. She fixed two glasses of champagne and brought one to him, and the half-filled bottle. He enjoyed seeing how much happiness she had gotten from granting her permission to keep the baby, and his not-quite-there proposal.

He drank his glass, and she a swig of her own, then she stood before him, took the bottle, and poured the remainder down the front of her chest, shuddering as her perky nipples stood to attention from the chilled liquid, through her white blouse.

They set their glasses aside, and he licked the wine of her chest as she reached down and manipulated his rapidly-firming hard-on.

"Spank me, Daddy!" She called, ripping her skirt off and bending over the bed.

He did so, and then proceeded to insert his cock and fuck her, ramming her with strength. She made an extra emphasis of flailing her arms about like a ragdoll, as though she was being fucked silly.

"Oh yes, Baby!" She cried at him, as she looked at his panting face in the mirror.

"Fuck my tight pussy! Fill your bitch up!"

At that, John unloaded every drop inside her tubes, before falling down onto the table, on top of her lithe frame.

She lay under his manly sweaty chest and enjoyed the musky smell as his erection subsided. Nothing else mattered anymore. She would take what ever he gave her.

She was going to be Mrs Wooldridge, now, not that fat old cow of his. She was going to be a high society woman, not some ordinary secretary. She would be wearing the tight designer dresses and pearls. The thought made her head swim, and she went about in a daze for the rest of the evening, as she imagined her new life.

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Janice sat down with a pen and paper, and tried to do some calculations. The main sticking point in the divorce would be the money. There was the house, and the little old house up near Peterborough which Janice knew they still owned. John also had stocks and bonds worth some hundreds of thousands. But the big house in Toronto was worth far more than all the rest combined.

Now that there were no young children at home, Janice knew she wouldn't have any great claim on it for raising them. She understood almost nothing about law or property or anything. What she did realize was that she would be up against a master of the law. Surely John wouldn't seek to be harsh on them, financially, would he? After all, he was the one officially in the wrong. She did feel very guilty about her own escapades, at the same time. It would be wrong for him to take all the blame, after she had been unfaithful, too. The guilt of that was still biting at her.

She sat down and bit her nails. How would she get her own lawyer? Would John laugh when he heard that? She didn't even know how she could afford one: there were some thousands left in the account, but John had now shut off his income from her access, and there wasn't any more coming in.

Oh, what to do? Janice was becoming increasingly frantic about it, but trying not to show the kids. She hadn't worked for over twenty years. Could she even get a job as a secretary or something? Maybe that would pay for part of it? In the back of her mind, she knew it would not be enough, and she didn't stand a chance against John in a divorce proceedings.

Jordan found Janice still chewing her nails in the lounge one afternoon. He sat beside her, and she gave him a weak smile.

"What is it?" He asked.

"Oh, nothing..." she replied, not very convincingly.

He smiled and raised an eyebrow.

"OK!" She blushed. "Not very good at hiding things, am I?"

She placed her hand on his leg, and was suddenly teary.

"I don't know what to do, Jordan. I'm worried. I don't know how to handle a divorce, or where our money is going to come from, now."

Jordan put his hand on hers, and nodded, seriously. He had already been thinking about the same issue for some time.

"I mean, I don't mind moving back to the country again. It was very nice there. But I'm not sure there's a future there for you and Sasha and your little baby. We don't really have the brains or money to argue against what John will want in the proceedings," she continued.

Jordan reached over and kissed her on the cheek.

"You've treated me better than a son since the day I arrived. I owe everything I have to you. I want to make sure you have whatever you need," he reassured her.

The tears that had been collecting in the edges of Janice's eyes were now rolling down her cheeks at Jordan's chivalrous overture.

"Oh, Jordan!" she cried, wrapping her arms around his neck and sobbing uncontrollably.

He waited for her emotions to stabilize, then placed his fingers under her chin and kissed her on the lips. She lingered, loving his embrace.

"Let me help you. Let's figure it out together."

"Thank you, Jordan! Thank you, my Love!" Janice cried, weeping openly and coming in for a sloppy wet kiss, which he received gladly.

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Jordan told me about his conversation with Mom later that afternoon, and we got straight to work. I knew even less about finances than Mom did, though I knew I was more of a risk taker and prepared to take the fight up to Dad if necessary. I also knew something that neither of them did, which I was going to have to play very carefully. I had to make sure Dad thought no one but me knew about the blowjob I'd given him. If the secret got was out, well, yes, he'd be a pariah, but I would lose my leverage.

It took us the full evening to dig out the relevant files from Dad's study. Any fear of going through his things was now over. We needed to know. There wasn't a lot, but we found all the relevant property deeds, and a six-month-old statement about his stock holdings.

We decided our old property in the country was worth about six or seven hundred thousand dollars now. We could see a tax statements from the previous year showing that Dad had about three hundred thousand in stocks and bonds, though he could have sold those in the meantime and hidden the cash somewhere. I guess it would still be counted as an asset, though?

The cars were probably worth between one and two hundred thousand, but the real asset was our current house. We estimated it was worth about three million dollars, maybe more. There didn't seem to be any loan at all associated with it. Had Dad really paid it all off? He had earned handsomely at the law firm all these years, so it was plausible.

I was suddenly very grateful that Dad hadn't caroused with his money, even if he had been playing with the girls. It was going to be tough to leave the house, it was all I'd known for my developing years and young adulthood. But it was far too much to think about trying to stay. It would surely have to be sold.

Jordan found that with the children still having college and university tuition fees, and living under Mom's roof, they were notionally in her care as adults, so he was planning to use that when discussing her entitlements.

A meeting was arranged with Dad's lawyer. That surprised me. I thought he would handle it himself. Why would a lawyer hire a lawyer? Anyway, it showed how little I knew. They asked for our legal representative's details. I could just imagine Dad watching us squirm as we said we didn't have one. How could a family like this not afford a lawyer? Jordan had thought about taking out a loan for one, but then he realized that it would be some yellow pages person who was used to solving fencing disputes and trivial matters, and would probably be skewered by Dad's legal team. So, we represented ourselves.

The lawyer looked Jordan and I up and down with disdain at our first meeting. He offered us a folder containing the terms they were offering for the divorce. It all came down to a proportional contribution calculation. This sounded fine to me, but Jordan immediately clued on to what they were about. Before we gave any verbal agreement, Jordan asked for a schedule of the asset figures. The lawyer promised to provide them to us at the next meeting.

When we came to the next meeting another two weeks later, it was clear why he hadn't given us the figures the first time around. Jordan was right - they calculated that Dad had earned over ninety percent of the relevant funds for the properties, so he was entitled to that much, though he was prepared to be 'very generous', according to the proposed agreement, and provide a property of value seven hundred thousand dollars.

That had to be the old house in the country. Jordan found his voice, and a piece of paper with calculations of his own.

"We find that in fact Mrs. Wooldridge has contributed approximately sixty percent of the value of these properties, taking into account the care for her husband, and nurture, education and upbringing of her children at appropriate rates."

The lawyer scoffed at him. "Nice try, sonny, but that won't fly."

Then he looked at us sternly. "If you want to play games, go ahead. But if you take this to court, we will wipe you clean, and put you out on your asses. Understand?"

It was intimidating, but Jordan sat tight-lipped. I clasped his arm tightly out of both fear and in support.

On the way home, he turned to me. "What should we do now, Babe?"

I knew what I was going to do. I was going to help save our part of the settlement. We arrived home, and I went to my video archives. I made two backup copies and stored them on multiple cloud applications.

Then I texted Dad.

Hey, Dad. We met with your lawyer about the proceedings.

OK.

Do you know what he was proposing?

I've got a general idea.

Not very good at lying for such a hotshot lawyer. I wasn't going to bother with all the back and forth - he knew what was in the proposal.

We want to stay in the house here.

I don't think that's going to be possible, Sweetie. It's going to be sold.

It doesn't need to be.

Well, it does, unless you want to get a loan for a couple million dollars.

Dad, Mom's done a lot for us all, and if you valued all she's done you wouldn't be trying to rip her off now.

No one's trying to rip anyone off, Sasha.

If you think she's only contributed ten percent to your marriage and family, then you are.

My phone rang a few seconds later. He was obviously tired of texting. My heart started to thump, but I put on a brave voice. He immediately began explaining that the value of the assets isn't related to the physical contribution of both partners in the marriage. I didn't even let him finish two sentences.

"Dad, stop that - stop trying to be mean with Mom over this. She deserves better."

"Sasha, this isn't about what anyone deserves, this is just how the law determines these matters."

"It's nothing to do with the law! It's just you trying to squeeze out everything you can, after you've been running around with girls half her age!"

I knew I couldn't threaten anything about going to court. I wanted to, desperately, but we had agreed not to even raise it, because it would result in a heavy loss for us, even if we won.

"Dad, you are going to give Mom a fair settlement," I said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Then I hung up. That would be the last time I heard his voice. At least I had kind of kept my cool.

We underwent another round with the lawyer, who stated that Dad had decided to be unusually generous, and offer Mom twenty five percent of the assets. Jordan had the cheek to provide a counter offer which switched that around to seventy-five percent. The lawyer made a comment about us wasting his time.

I'd had enough. Dad was being annoying, now. I sent him a text message to say I hoped he would be looking at providing a more reasonable and fair settlement... unless he wanted people to know who else he'd been intimate with. He messaged back to say he didn't know what I was talking about.

That was my queue. Five minutes later I hit 'send' on a text that contained a still of me, with his cock in my mouth, and a brief side-on that definitely showed part of his face. While he would remember filming me, the fact that I had also got him in the shot before he knew it was rolling would hit him hard. I left him guessing as to what the full film would show. There was no reply.

Our following meeting with Dad's lawyer was a week later. He appeared red-faced and curt, as his game of dominance seemed to have been curtailed.

"There are new proposed terms," he stated cordially, handing us the paperwork.

Now, Mom was allowed to keep the big house, but was required to pay the sum of one million dollars to Dad. That made it about a fifty/fifty split overall, which seemed fair. I knew paying that kind of money would be a huge mountain, though.

Jordan took the documents, and said we would consider it.

"It would be in your best interests to accept immediately. The offer may not be available for long," the lawyer said, hotly, outraged that we weren't ecstatic at the new offer.

We leafed through the pages, and found the period of validity of the offer, which was two weeks.

"We'll get back to you," Jordan closed, and we stood up to leave.

We returned a day before the offer closed, and Jordan proposed a counter offer: Mom would pay five hundred thousand dollars to Dad, and it would not fall due for two years from settlement date. I knew it would never be accepted, and we had agonized over whether it was going in too hard. The best we would hope for would be a halfway meeting at seven hundred and fifty.

And that is what the lawyer rang Jordan to offer just a few days later, with a caveat that any still or moving images relating to Dad as part of our family would be returned to him and forever deleted from any storage medium, electronic or otherwise. They would allow one year's delay in payment. OK. So we had a little bit of time to find work, and figure things out.

Mom was overjoyed. She literally jumped into Jordan's arms and climbed all over him, showering him with kisses. Whatever. It was my work that got us here, but they didn't need to know that now.

She also embraced me tightly and we shared a long, smiling gaze into each other's eyes.

"I love you, Sasha," she said to me, not as a mother, but as an equal, a friend. Someone who loved me.

"I know," I replied.

I brought her face close to mine and we kissed. I opened my mouth, and she followed my lead, turning her head so we could share another forbidden moment of love. Our mouths and tongues were locked in silent lust for almost a minute.

Later, Jordan was sitting on my bed, shaking his head at how easy it had been in the end.

"Do you really think he changed his mind because of your messages?" He asked.

"Yeah, he did," I said. "I got photos of him with his cock out."

"What! You're kidding me!" Jordan reacted. "You mean you blackmailed him?!"

"Mmmm, kind of, I guess."

"But heaps of people get blackmailed by sexting - he could just say he was getting undressed or something. You could get in real trouble."

"And how would he explain that his cock accidentally fell into my mouth?" I asked cheekily.

"What?! WHAT?! What the actual fuck?! You're kidding me!" Jordan was stunned. "You're shitting me."

"Nope."

I took out my phone and opened the video for him. He saw me on my knees, begging my own father to deposit the same semen he used to spawn me into my mouth. He was shaking his head the whole time.

"Go on, say it," I whispered, licking him on the ear.

"You little slut," he replied.

A zing of ecstasy went from my pussy to through my abdomen.

"Oh, yeah. Say it again."

"You are a fucking slut."

"Yeah. Call me more." That wasn't the idea, nor what he wanted to get across, but I was loving it, now.

"You're a little whole."

"Yeah, I am. And that's what you got, Baby... I'm your breeding bitch."

My own words sent a wave of stimulation through my pussy. I looked him full in the face, and put my hand down my pants to start masturbating in front of him. He looked, still shaking his head, but helped me by placing his hands under my shirt and twiddling my nipples with his thumb and forefinger.

Only a minute or two later, I was cumming. My thighs went warm and my vagina opened wide as my wetness landed on my fingers. I took a few moments to get my breath back, then took them up to my face, still watching Jordan, and licked my fingers one by one. Wow. Even the thought of my activities with Dad was enough to get off on. Jordan was smiling broadly, now.

"You're amazing," he said, as my joy subsided.

He kissed me on the forehead, and went out of the room.

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The money was going to be a huge mountain. We would have a year to figure it out and see how much of a loan we could get. Plus the court fees and all the rest. Jordan had figured out that if we all got a reasonable job, we should be able to manage it. But time was running out, and so was our cash. If we were effectively bankrupt before the agreement even started, it would be a non-starter.

Jordan and I had revelations on exactly the same day. Mine was to check my OnlyFans account. I sat in shock, as I saw that eight hundred and seventy people had already downloaded the video of Jordan fucking Mom in her bed. At nearly five dollars a piece, that was going to be over four thousand dollars! It blew my mind. In the space of... what... less than two months? I was blown away.

I couldn't confess to Jordan just yet, he might be angry. I needed enough cash saved up to prove its value. If that would make something like that every couple of months, that would go a long way. Then he could never be upset with me. What a genius move this had been! I was so proud of myself, especially with me and Mom being helpless females, and otherwise all at sea in money matters.

Jordan's revelation was more practical. Our house was enormous. It had seven rooms, two studies, and multiple living areas. One wing of the house at the north end was basically used for storage. There was a laundry and separate den facing out to the side street, and an entrance we didn't use at all.

Jordan pointed out to Mom that if we just closed off one corridor, we could turn it into a separate apartment. We were in such a good part of town, and he had decided that a two-bedroom apartment here was worth nearly eight hundred dollars per week. That blew my mind even harder. This could both pay for all Mom's expenses, and literally go a long way to covering an entire mortgage on the house. I was so excited. Between this, and my online account, we had it covered. Just like that! We didn't even need to rush out to find a job.

"What do you think?" Jordan asked me.

"You're so amazing," I beamed at him, coming in for a hug and pressing my growing breasts against his chest.

He looked down at them appreciatively, making me smile even more. I kissed him on the cheek.

"I had an idea too, but I'll tell you another time."

He seemed impressed.

"OK," he smiled.

Mom was so relieved at Jordan's proposal. She hugged him tightly, and shed a few tears.

"Thank you Jordan. I love you so much. Lead us. You're head of this house and master of us all. You know I'll do whatever you tell me to do."

I noticed she and Jordan were getting their lover/submissive mojo back a bit, now things were kind of sorted.

"Good girl," he approved of her dominantly, kissing her nose, "you just keep feeding us and seeing to our needs, and we'll look after everything else."

She smiled up at him adoringly, her hands pressed against his breast.

"I want to please you, Jordan," she said demurely, "I'm always ready to fulfill your desires."

I think Jordan was about to start planning out the apartment, but he clearly decided to make use of Mom's hospitality first.

"Get on your knees, Janice," he said, in a gentle tone.

Oh yes, his mojo was definitely back.

At once, Mom smiled, relieved that she was back to serving him. She was already shaping his cock in his pants as she sank gracefully to the floor. I had the presence of mind to quickly get my phone out.

They never broke eye contact, the whole time. He had her hold her boobs out for him, offering them, delivering them to her Master. He held his balls in his left hand, and slowly but firmly stroked himself forward with his right. He was just in front of her mouth, occasionally laying the head of his phallus on her tongue.

I was filming from behind her, so I could see her looking up at him submissively as he worked himself up to hardness in front of her face.

It was only a few minutes later, that his telltale tightening of breath began, and she broke into a smile, nodding, still not breaking the solid gaze into his eyes. His cock was now laying firmly on her flattened tongue. She took both her chubby hands and rubbed them slowly up his legs towards his left hand that was still cupping his balls tight.

I was now behind him, filming his ass, his hand and his cock laying squarely on her tongue.

As Mom's hands cupped around the one on his balls, his eyelids lowered slightly and he moaned as he came. She remained in her position of supplication, like an Italian statue of a virgin kneeling before her saint. His cum spurted out onto her tongue, lathering it richly with his white cream, until her mouth filled and it began spilling down into her throat.

She was still as stone, and with a look so grateful that in that moment I wished I, too, had a cock so I could blow a load on her face. Jordan slowed, and subsided. Finally, he pulled away, still looking at her, and she at him, now showing off her prize on her tongue.

"Good girl," was all he said as he tried to catch his breath.

I moved directly in front of Mom and spent a full minute filming her cum-filled mouth in full HD. She never flinched, but obediently turned her gaze to my phone so she could show off her prize from multiple angles. It was so hot I was almost dripping.

"Good girl," I added my own approval, as I closed off the camera.

That video was so perfect, I uploaded it that afternoon, bringing me to about ten in total. The first one now had a stack of views, and we had twice the number of subscribers. This was happening - we were going to make real money off this. It was nuts. I could potentially earn thousands per month if it kept up.

I would have to tell Jordan... at the right time.

That right time came sooner than expected.