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15 - Marriage and Divorce

15. Marriage and Divorce

A week later, the divorce papers were settled and signed in court. Mom was there. Dad was there. They hadn't seen each other since the phone call admitting his indiscretions. Jordan and I decided that he would not be present. I didn't want an us-versus-Dad confrontation, but maybe a chance for Mom and Dad to speak one last time and for the actual family members to close things off for good. It was very quick. They had refused any additional mediation or other conversation.

The judge asked Mom if she had the means to pay for the ongoing expenses of the house and she confirmed she could, with confidence. The judge asked about her income, as she did not seem to be employed, and she stated there were other income streams under way, but that she would appreciate time to pay the seven hundred and fifty thousand to Dad, noting that he had already agreed to one year's delay.

The judge was fair, but to everyone's surprise, and noting that Dad was particularly wealthy, he granted her an interest-free period of an additional two years, bringing it to three years for us to pay it off. My heart was thumping, and all of a sudden, a pressure valve was released. What a relief! Now we needed to find two hundred and fifty thousand per year, for the next three years. It was a mountain. But we could at least make a serious dent in it, before it fell due, and hopefully get a loan for the rest.15 - Marriage and Divorce фото

Jordan was waiting in the foyer of the courthouse. I hugged him tightly as I gave him the summary. Then I hugged Mom. I realized she was perspiring, and I wiped the sweat from her brow.

"Congratulations," I said softly.

It was a strange thing to say in a divorce, but it was right. She was now free from Dad and could make her own decisions, and we could move forward together. We went out and had pancakes, then went home, where we all burst out laughing with relief.

Mom was the most relieved at all. I think it was because she had had so much pent up tension over this whole period. She was as light as a butterfly, dancing around the house in her panties and silk gown. She had a whiskey together with us, and then even started getting naughty, standing up and gyrating her big ass in front of Jordan. He motioned to her, and she came to him in a flash, pressing her mouth against his in a deep French kiss.

They looked over at me for permission.

"Oh, go ahead, you two..." I said with a big smile.

Mom giggled at me like a teenager. This was her moment.

'Let her have her happiness,' I told myself. I hadn't seen Mom this light and flitty for years... maybe ever.

In a moment, her hands were down Jordan's pants, working in unison to squeeze and stroke him in the upwards direction as his cock hardened. I really enjoyed seeing the two of them together, especially as I was now learning to get over my jealousy. I had thought being pregnant would do the opposite, but I was fine. Mom alternated between looking up at him submissively, with concern that she was pleasing him enough, and across at me, with an equally submissive smile of gratitude and thankfulness.

He had his thumb in her mouth, which was open enough for her tongue to be dripping saliva down onto her now bare chest. He moved her down to the floor, so that she could first embrace his thick rod in her big tits, while being able to suckle on the top of his throbbing head at the same time.

Jordan didn't want small talk and foreplay tonight. He was now firmly ensconced as the man of the house, and was going to assert himself in his role. Shortly after, Mom was almost choking as he inserted himself deeply into her throat. She was pressing her hands somewhat frantically, in a futile manner, against his thighs as he forced her nose against his belly and she swallowed him whole.

He took her off, gasping and panting, slobber falling out of her mouth, as she looked up to him with a silly grin, hoping she was doing a good job. He turned her around and ripped her silk gown off with one hand, tearing her panties to remove them with the other. He was like Tarzan. Her gasp of shock at his ripping of her underwear was cut off by the groan she emitted as he entered her from behind with his full length.

Mom spent most of the next five minutes looking over at me in a state of focused concentration and disbelief, while she was being had. She stretched her wide torso to turn and look Jordan in the face, nodding at him to show her compliance. He reached beneath her to take one giant boob in his left hand, taking a firm grip on her head with his right.

He continued thrusting for a minute or so, until she looked at him with all her love, and mouthed breathlessly:

"Breed me, Jordan... breed me." And with that, his hips bucked, his chest heaved and he launched his seed deep inside her.

He collapsed onto her, sweaty and clammy, but she held firm, using all her strength to stay in a magnificent doggy-style pose, her round ass pressed up into his pelvis, her sweaty boobs dangling in all their glory, as they shared a long, passionate kiss of true love.

"Thank you, Baby," Mom said with an exhausted smile.

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Summer break was just beginning, so we were off from Uni. It was perfect timing, really, given all that had been going on. There were still some touch-ups Jordan was doing in the apartment. At least, he was in there quite a bit fixing things. A couple of times he just seemed to go in there, and come out again without any tools or anything. I guessed he was just making sure everything was working. He was so sweet.

I was now about sixteen weeks in to my pregnancy, and my boobs were swollen and sensitive, but with the added bonus that they were now larger than triple Ds. Jordan was looking at me lustfully every time I walked around the house with my chest heaving up and down. Mom would look at me approvingly, too, and we shared knowing smiles.

My milk had come in, and I was dripping from my tits like a leaky faucet. Apparently some women have a hard time working their milk out. But not me. Mom got me absorbent pads. She said she had never had any trouble milking. Clearly not, with her giant udders.

Most of all, I couldn't stop smiling. I padded around the house with a big dumb grin on my face: so happy to be alive, and with our situation. Occasionally, the thought of the money would come to me. We had a long way to go, and still had to figure out sources of income for us all. The rent would cover over one hundred thousand of the debt, but that still left over half a million.

My belly was starting to round out nicely, supporting my growing boobs and big round nipples. Mom loved smoothing her hands over it, while we smiled at each other like idiots. Sometimes I would go to her, and bring her hands to my belly and enjoy a sensual moment as our joined hands ran over my baby. She loved to feel it kick and move, and just hold her hands on me... once or twice she moved them up to my boobs, and I rolled my eyes back demurely for her to show my pleasure, before we shared a gentle kiss.

This particular afternoon, I was feeling a bit horny for some reason, so I brought her to me on the sofa. She was ready, always ready, to stop what she was doing and touch me. This time I'd removed my bra and pads, which she immediately saw from the growing wet patches under my tight t-shirt. She looked at me curiously.

I moved her hands up to my breasts, which she gently caressed, kneading her thumbs over my dripping nipples. We both smiled involuntarily. Then I opened my mouth, and extended my tongue for her, and she immediately clambered up over me on the cushion, my hands still keeping hers on my teats, as she gently lowered her thick tongue into my mouth. Our taste buds slithered over each other, and our vision blurred in and out of focus as we maintained eye contact.

I took her boobs out, one at a time, and began to suck on them. Our mother-daughter bond was so strong, as she faux-fed me, and we shared a relationship of mutual reliance. If only there was still milk inside of her to feed both me and my baby... if only. I would have climaxed on the spot.

Now it was my turn to give back. I turned Mom around so she was seated on the sofa, and straddled her. I removed my wet top, and hers as well, so her breasts fell out over her tummy. The first drops of warm milk had already fallen onto them, and she rubbed them into her skin, showing me a submissive smile.

I came in for a tongue kiss, and then moved myself against her so that my right breast was approaching her mouth. She saw it, and looked up at me with unbridled surprise and gratefulness.

"Me, Baby? Are you going to give it to me?"

I nodded.

She opened, slowly, with reverence, as if to show she understood she was receiving something special. My boobs were finally big enough for me to have a full, two handed grip, and I fed my milk directly onto her tongue. At first it was just drips, which she let lie on her tongue, until I nodded, directing her to swallow. She did, with a big smile.

I manipulated my teat, and it began to squirt. First, rapid drips, and then it took off. Powerful squirts of milk jetted into her mouth. She soon had to swallow again, and then came in to suckle directly at my teat, moaning loudly with each mouthful. I stroked the back of her head gently as she fed from me. It was my most empowering moment yet, as I finally nurtured and nourished the same being that grown me in her womb. I began dripping from my pussy as she emptied my reserves.

She finished, and came back to my mouth for another passionate tongue kiss.

"Thank you Darling. Thank you for feeding me."

"Good girl, Mommy. When I've had my baby, I want to feed both of you."

She came in for another kiss. It was long, slow, and loving. We stayed locked in this position, neither of us wanting it to end. And it was in this very position that Harmony found us when she opened the door separating her apartment, to bring in a load of ironed washing.

Initially, she did not see us, and we did not hear her, until she rounded the pillar blocking us partially from her view. There was no denying, no covering, no escaping for any of us. She and Mom were looking directly into each other's eyes. I first saw the shock on Mom's face, before I jerked my neck around and locked eyes with Harmony.

She immediately threw one hand over her eyes, struggling to hold on to her washing.

"Oh... Oh Ma'am! Oh Miss! I am SO sorry!"

And, after a pause... "I didn't see anything!"

She was trying her best to give us an out of the situation, but it was much too late for that.

Mom quickly stood up, flushing beetroot red. "It's OK, Harmony, I was just helping Sasha with her milk."

"Yes Ma'am," Harmony replied, slowly lowering the washing basket to the floor, still covering her eyes with her other hand.

The girl paused for a moment, then, deciding she didn't know how to deal with the situation, turned around and fled back into her apartment.

"Oh dear..." said Mom, "I should have locked that."

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Mom and I spent the afternoon staring at each other, with expressions of regret on our faces. We couldn't leave the situation that we had found ourselves in as it was. We would have to talk to Harmony. She was such a sweet and pure young woman. It must have shocked her out of her skin to see the debauchery unfolding in front of her. Particularly between mother and daughter. I guess we were so used to letting ourselves go we didn't really have a feel for what was normal, anymore. Surely, Harmony had never had an impure thought in her life.

There was nothing for it... I was just going to have to go in there and start a conversation, and see where it led to. My heart was thumping at the prospect. I forced myself to open the door to her apartment and go inside. She was in the kitchen, but stopped dead when she saw me. We just stared at each other for some seconds. I couldn't speak. Thankfully, she broke the tension.

"Oh Miss Wooldridge! I am so sorry!" I could actually see tears at the edges of her eyes.

"Please let me stay... I promise I'll never say a word! I promise!"

For some strange reason I was expecting to be told off for my immoral life choices, and that she and her husband wouldn't be with us another week. From her perspective, of course, being in the delicate situation they were, she was fearful of her own future. Understandable. It disarmed me altogether.

I approached her, and wrapped my arms around her shoulders.

"Shhh. It's OK. We didn't mean for you to see that."

"I am so sorry, Miss." She was actually crying now.

"Harmony, we have a bit of an unusual family. Some of us have been through a rough time, and need special comfort. Mom was just helping me so I'm ready for when the baby arrives." It was whatever I could muster up as some kind of twisted excuse on the spot. She pretended to swallow it.

"I understand, Sasha."

She looked really insecure, as if I was going to sit her down and give her the bad news.

As I continued to wrap my arms around Harmony, she reached up and slid hers around my neck. I could feel the first couple of tears falling onto me.

"Please let me stay, Sasha."

"Shhh... of course you can stay... I want you to stay."

She actually started sobbing - her body wracked with the shuddering as she pressed against me. She must be under so much stress, I thought.

I leaned back and stroked some tears out of her eyes. Damn, she was pretty. I had noticed Jordan giving her plenty of side-eye, and I'm sure he would take his chance if he ever got it. (Of course if I had known at the time, what I eventually would find out later... the sneaky bastard!)

I reached across and kissed her on the cheek. She gave a little gasp.

"You're safe here," I cooed.

"Thank you, Ma'am," she replied meekly.

"You're going to stay with us for a long time... as long as you want. Do you understand?"

She nodded gently, holding me tight.

I have no idea why I did what I did next, but I so desperately had to, to somehow get her into and understanding our world. I should have just left the conversation as it was, but instead I asked,

"Have you ever kissed a girl?"

To my absolute shock, she nodded. She was blushing now, her brown cheeks taking on a beautiful rosy hue.

"Really?"

"Lots of times. When I was young, there was a bit of weird stuff in my family, too..."

I couldn't believe the relief flooding through my own system, that Harmony was suddenly accepting of the lewd behavior she had just witnessed earlier that day. And that she, a beautiful church-going married lady, had also engaged in naughty stuff in her youth. Well. I guess I was a church-going lady too, officially.

There was only one thing left for me to say: "Show me."

Her big brown eyes snapped open again, and began to approach mine. Our noses touched. Then our lips. Tenderly. She withdrew slowly, letting her lips pop off mine one at a time.

She looked at me, eyes soft and sultry, then tilted her head upwards slightly, so that her lips met mine again. Twice. Three times. Then, locking eyes and preparing our mouths for what was to come, we both approached each other's faces, her chocolate lips parting and the wet pink insides of her mouth engaging with mine as we shared a deep kiss of lesbian love.

I brought my hands up to her breasts, and she followed by sliding hers down to mine, which were larger than her pretty fingers could get around.

She exhaled deeply as she pulled away."Ooaaahh.... oooaaah my God!" She moaned. "It's so long since I've done that... you're so soft and gentle, Sasha!"

This was the first time I had taken this kind of initiative. My heart was thumping and I felt naughty, and a little afraid. What would Jordan think? I knew he'd love to watch, but doing this without his permission? Aaahh... who gave a shit? In the moment, I wanted her, and her tears had made me even hornier.

I had a sudden urge to be dominant with her, but restrained myself. I wasn't sure if there were cultural implications or whatever. We continued kissing and groping each other for another ten minutes, or so. I grabbed her beautiful ass cheeks and kneaded them, then, succumbed to my desire for dominance and raised my thumb to her lips.

Harmony raised her eyebrows, and smiled slightly, before offering her tongue to me in submission. What I didn't realize at the time was that she was smiling, recalling Jordan applying exactly the same move to her when he came to 'visit'. For my part, I nearly came in an instant as she took my thumb in her mouth. My pussy clamped down tightly on nothing, and my legs buckled slightly. I couldn't help giggling. I took her to the couch, and had her sit on me and we ground away for another ten minutes until we were quite breathless.

We sat together, holding hands. There was something else I wanted to ask her, about her relationship with her husband. I had sensed for a while something was a bit off, in addition to their existing challenges.

"Harmony,"

"Yes?"

"Um, is Michael able to... satisfy you?"

She blushed deeply.

"Of course," she replied, but as I held her gaze, she wilted, "well, I mean, I'm very happily married. We just haven't been able to have kids..."

She paused to look into my eyes, to see if I understood, and decided I didn't, so she continued,

"And, that seems to make him insecure in the bedroom, so he's not all that interested, normally."

"Oh... I'm sorry."

"It's OK."

I kissed her again as I got up to leave.

"Is it OK if I come back later with Jordan?" I asked, cheekily.

"Yes, Ma'am," she nodded slyly at me.

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Mom was preparing food in the kitchen when she saw me come back in from the apartment. She immediately looked over at me quizzically, so I waddled over and kissed her on the cheek.

"Everything's going to be fine," I smiled cheekily.

She giggled back. "What did you say?"

"Mmm... nothing in particular..."

I left her in suspense.

About half an hour later, she saw me taking Jordan by the hand into the apartment. I was giggling like a fool. He was curious, and I could tell he was aroused at what was going on. I gave Mom a wink as we clicked the door shut.

Harmony was doing a similar thing to Mom, starting to get food prepared.

"Oh! Hello again," she smiled at me, biting her lower lip.

"Hey Harmony... thank you for letting us come back."

"Of course."

"Leave your supper - Mom can make it for you," I offered, indicating that she might shortly become otherwise preoccupied.

"Oh, are you sure? Thank you."

"I guess you haven't had much of a chance to chat with Jordan yet," I continued, before I noticed her blush. My head snapped up to his, and there was a sheepish smile. My eyes went wide, but I didn't have anything further to say, before he cut me off.

"Hey, Harmony, how are you?" Jordan asked

"Fine, thank you," she returned his smile sweetly.

We all paused in an awkward silence for a few minutes.

"Um. Jordan, I was just telling Harmony about our family dynamics earlier," I began.

"Oh... OK."

I looked to Harmony for help. "Shall we continue?" I asked, before we all started giggling.

With that, Harmony approached me, and I took her by both cheeks, planting a kiss directly on her large, brown lips. I opened my mouth and extended my tongue, and she understood immediately to move in and hoover it into her mouth.

"Mmmmm." I said, with a low growl, as she cleaned my taste buds.

As we fondled one another's breasts inside our shirts, I asked her, "Would you like to show Jordan what a good tenant you are?"

She nodded. She had thought of saying something like, 'he already knows,' but thought better of it.

 

"Jordan is the man of the house, and it's important that we all understand what that means."

Harmony nodded seriously.

"Do you want to help enforce his position?"

"Yes, Ma'am, I'll do whatever you want... as long as you look after us."

I held both her cheeks and looked into her eyes. "If you do this for me and Jordan, if you give him whatever he wants, I'll give you a week's free rent."

Harmony gasped at that. A week's free rent. And she would get to give Jordan another blowjob. This was all bonus, now.

"Go ahead, Harmony. I want you to please my man," I encouraged her.

"Wait. I need to go pee first," Jordan realized.

My eyes went wild as Harmony intervened with loving eyes.

"It's OK, Jordan. I'll take care of it."

Jordan's face immediately went to heaven, as she obediently sank before him, nuzzling at his bulge with her nose. He instinctively placed his hand on her head, as she removed his half-chub out of his pants, droopy but thick and ready to urinate.

It was all I could do to whip out my phone in that instant, and take in her pure expression as she gently took the head of his cock into her mouth and looked up at him expectantly. Jordan stayed still, stroking her cheek with one hand, his other controlling her.

It was a full thirty seconds before his bladder opened and I could hear the jetstream entering her mouth. They both confirmed it with a low growl, and Jordan's eyes started drooping. Harmony was constant. Fuck, she was obedient! I felt an instant pang of jealousy, just like I had all that time ago when Mom began giving herself to Jordan so submissively.

Harmony gulped and gulped, swallowing it all. She never flinched once. And as Jordan softened, and the flow slowed, she actually began massaging and suckling on his cock to extract the rest of it. She finished with a lick of his tip, and a sweet smile. He nearly fainted at the pleasure.

"Holy fuck," was all I could say. I was genuinely stunned.

I looked at Harmony, shaking my head, as if to ask her how she had been deceiving me with the whole chaste virgin routine, all this time.

Harmony didn't respond to me, except to look straight into my phone camera, leaning in to the concept of being recorded, then returned to Jordan's cock, stroking with both hands until he was firm. She looked at it lovingly, feeling it tenderly on both sides and examining his soft rubbery mushroom-shaped flange.

Finally, her pretty pink tongue extended from her ebony lips and supported the underside of his manhood, and he slid into her mouth feeling his second sense of release and stimulation in five minutes. "Aaaaaaaahhhhh," he groaned, his head leading gently back as his eyes closed.

And then, once again, in yet another case of horrible timing, the door clicked open. And it wasn't just one door, it was both of them. On one side, Mom had crept in to the apartment, her curiosity getting the better of her. On the side, the side that truly mattered, Michael entered his house after a long day at work, and was stopped dead in his tracks by the vision before him.

The bottom of Michael's mouth was literally hanging off his jaw, his eyes wide. Not in anger, but in fear. For the first time in all our family dalliances, I realized truly that every extracurricular sexual interaction results in someone feeling hurt, or betrayed. That feeling was all over Michael's face.

Harmony looked like a scared rabbit. There she was, on her knees, her mouth on the tip of Jordan's cock, which had softened again, and fallen out of her mouth. Me filming her, as though she was a porn star. We were all staring at Michael: Me, Jordan, Harmony, and, Mom. All feeling guilty. Caught, literally, with our pants down.

Once my brain began functioning again, my first thought was that I hoped he wouldn't break out in anger. My second thought was that Jordan was here, and I hoped the two of them weren't about to fight. The third was that we could always threaten to kick them out if he started causing trouble. And fourth, all of that went out the window when I saw poor Michael's face cringe up as he began crying.

He stood at his front door and sobbed like a baby. Harmony did the same, in sympathy. I felt awful. I had just wrecked their marriage completely, and I wasn't even getting any. I had to fix this. I had to.

"Michael. This is my fault. It was my idea. I'm sorry..." I began.

He wiped the tears from his eyes, and looked at me, face screwed up, and anxious. Everything was screaming 'why'?

"I made her do it. Harmony's not at fault at all. It's not what it looks like." Probably the stupidest line ever -I was kicking myself immediately for even thinking of it. Why do people always say that when they get caught?

"I... I was just showing Harmony that we have a different kind of relationship with everyone in our house here... ummm..." I started moving closer to Michael. I really wanted to give him a hug. Harmony was still kneeling on the floor, covering her face in shame. She didn't know what to do, poor girl.

Mom ultimately began moving forward and got to Michael just as I did. He was looking at the two of us not knowing what to think. He was ashamed, humiliated, and yet, he knew he couldn't jeopardize his family situation, so any kind of outburst was not on the cards. This poor man was so emasculated it was horrible. And here I was, making it ten times worse.

"Michael," Mom began, "I'm sorry this has come as a shock. We had planned to talk to you, but I'm afraid we got a little ahead of ourselves. Sasha was talking to Harmony and she just got a little too excited to be able to control herself. I'm sorry, I think it's her pregnancy that's preventing her from being able to think straight."

Michael was still completely speechless. All of these lame excuses flying over his head were not registering with him. Mom was now next to him, holding his arm with one hand, trying to take up the space in front of Harmony so he wouldn't see her. She continued her nothing explanation - man, she was good at this. Yet another side of Mom I hadn't seen.

After some minutes, Michael finally found his voice. "I just wanted to have a normal life," he blubbered.

"Shhh... I know," Mom comforted him, now placing a hand on his chest. "And you will, Michael. You will. We'll make sure that you have everything you need."

Michael was shaking his head in bewilderment now, as everything he thought he understood about life and relationships was out the window.

Mom didn't let up. "We'll also help you financially to get on your feet and buy your own place, in time. We just want to include you completely in our family, and to share our love with you both, to make you both feel the warmth and happiness we all do, inside."

Damn. Mom had turned into an evangelist on the spot and was in the process of converting Michael, through an almost believable story that she had just invented out of thin air. Just the sight of her talking was making me horny again. She was holding his arm and now rubbing his chest gently to show her sincerity.

"Please, Michael?" She kept pressing. "I know you want to stay here... I know you've had your challenges in life, and with trying to conceive, and other things."

Michael looked at her, stunned - how could she possibly know about that? His brain was a mess.

"Please let us show you, help you, make you both feel welcomed into our extended family..."

Harmony was still on her knees, but finally looked up, her tear-stained eyes big and vulnerable as she looked shamefacedly at her husband. There was a pause, as Janice had stopped talking, but he just couldn't find any words.

I moved in close and took his other arm, rubbing his back gently in concert with Mom's gestures. I looked up into his bewildered eyes, nodding gently with a hopeful little smile, the sort of helpless girl expression that always worked on Jordan.

We were once again all focused on Michael, waiting for him to say something, act, anything. Finally, he burst out in tears again, mumbling something about not knowing anything anymore. Mom and I didn't release his arms, but kept gently comforting him with our hands. Mom had come in closer and put her arms right around him now, and he returned the favor, weeping on her neck.

After some time, his emotions stabilized, and, still in Mom's arms, they all turned to face Harmony.

"You choose," he mumbled, feebly. I wasn't sure if he meant she was to choose between him and 'us', or just to decide what to do. Harmony had already made her choice, clearly. She looked at Michael like a naughty child, repentant and sorrowful, but then very clearly and purposefully, extended her hand back out and brought it beneath Jordan's ball sack, feeling his weight and size. Her other hand came to the top of his thing, and she stroked it gently, just on top, feeling around the tip with her thumb and fingers.

She kept her eyes on Michael. His face screwed up in pain once more. This time, Mom reached up and kissed him on the cheek. Once, twice. "Shhhh, it's OK..." She took his cheeks in both hands and held his his face almost against hers, while she nodded at him. "It's OK, Darling."

As that one word escaped her lips, I felt my pussy clenching in, and my knees knocked together involuntarily. Mom was amazing. I wanted to fuck her brains out right then and there. It looked like she was about to turn this scene into an amazing orgy of life and love.

She kept her motions up with Michael, and he continued to look at her, nodding along, a few tears still dropping, but he was mostly stable, now. Harmony was watching him intensely, as she moved both hands onto Jordan's shaft, bringing him back to full strength with long, slow strokes. She was biting her bottom lip, as she whispered, "Let me do it for 'us', Baby." Michael's head dropped in a single nod, and I realized that his internal resistance, and anguish were gradually being placated.

Harmony remained glued to Michael's eyes as she returned her mouth to doing what her entire body was forcing her to do... enveloping Jordan's cock. Jordan continued looking at Michael, his eyes slightly drooping, as he released his tension with a long, low groan.

Jordan then returned to Harmony's face, stroking her cheek and looking deeply into her beautiful dark eyes. His mouth was open with wonder at the contrasting tones of his thick pinkish-white member trapped by her chocolate lips, as the two of them became joined.

Mom, Michael and I watched silently and breathlessly from the other side of the room. Jordan gazed down at Harmony's face, as she silently and submissively goose-necked his cock.

"You're so pretty," he gushed. He may as well have stuck a knife in my ribs, as I stood there dumbly, wishing my pale white skin could have her beautiful deep color. I had my hands on Michael, and felt another heavy sob inside him at the sight.

I took out my phone again, I couldn't miss this amazing scene, as much as it was killing me. I knew it seemed cheap to Michael after all we were putting him through. And I felt I needed to remind Jordan I was in the room. I drew near and held him from behind, supporting his ball sack as he fed his cock into Harmony's pretty little mouth.

"I'm gonna give you all my cum," he panted, lustfully. Oh wow. Jordan rarely spoke to me like that during sex. Harmony gazed up, nodding obediently.

I knelt down and smelled the sweat in his butt crack, and suddenly, all my emotions disappeared. I loved the smell of his manliness. I licked him, then licked again, deeply into his ass, taking up all his salty sweat and savoring it on my tongue.

Jordan was panting like crazy, leaning back and holding my head with one hand, and hers with the other. He was arousing me just with the sound of his breathing. I removed myself to bring the camera up closer to his face. He was still staring down at her ebony features in amazement. I could feel he was close. This was going to be a massive cumshot, and I had to get it on camera.

Then, he suddenly pulled out. But instead of grabbing his cock and jerking himself off, he stopped to catch his breath.

"No... I wanna fuck you!" He panted. He was under the control of his most primal instincts now.

Harmony immediately stood up, ripped off her skirt and panties, took one more shame-faced look at Michael, and turned herself around for Jordan to inspect her ass. It was perfect. Fucking perfect. Shape, size, smoothness, everything. Round, and chocolate, and very amazing. I so desperately wanted to be her in that moment.

I remained transfixed as Jordan's cock slid into her pussy and she emitted a very feminine whimper, turning her lithe back to stare directly at him with her perfect dark brown eyes. Jesus, why the fuck did she have to be so beautiful!

Jordan was completely overtaken by his lust. His head was lolling about like it was on a spring. This was the closest of the male equivalent to a bitch in heat I have seen. He was going to absolutely explode with cum.

Jordan seemed to be fulfilling some kind of epic fantasy. He dominated Harmony, bringing her back up against his chest, then flinging her arms up and around his neck, so she was literally hanging off him and her whole body was completely responsive to his pounding. At times, he reached around and held her by her slender throat, giving him total control of her body. When he put both his hands around her neck in a faux strangulation, she rolled her eyes back and stuck her tongue out, as though she was going to pass out.

I heard myself groaning, as the start of my own orgasm kicked in, my left hand soaked from being down my panties, where I hadn't even realized it was stuck fast.

"Oaaaggh," I moaned, "Oh, Baby, give her your cum!"

I realized I wanted to see her take a facial. I didn't know if Jordan could hold out. I grabbed Hamony's face between my hands.

"Harmony?" I cooed, "You're going to take his cum on your face, OK?"

"Oaahh... ye... yeas... yes... Sasha!" she exclaimed between thrusts.

It wasn't long. "Ooooaaaarrrgghhh! I'M CUMMING!" Jordan roared, throwing her off his dick. She span around, palms flat on the floor like an obedient bitch. I turned to capture her face pointing up at him innocently, concern in her eyes and questions in her eyebrows. Her features asked silently whether she was worthy to receive his precious gift.

And then, he blasted -five thick ropes straight onto her face. Her lips were parted and three more shots went straight down her throat. Her beautiful tight, brown skin was glistening with the white seed, the amazing contrast adding to the stunning effect of her cum facial. He shot once more into her eye, but she kept it open, determined to show him that she was fully attentive to his load.

I got everything. It was the most amazing footage of all, better than Jordan fucking Mom on his birthday. He was totally spent. He fell to the floor, literally, and lay there for a good two minutes, catching his breath.

I was looking at Harmony and shaking my head. "Oh my, Harmony. You are the prettiest fucking thing I have even seen in my life."

She smiled bashfully, looking both grateful for the praise and ashamed at the same time.

"You two go and clean yourselves up, now," I say, authoritatively, hoping that the plan I had just decided to go through with would work.

Mom was still clutching Michael. He was now reconciled with the fact that it was over. Harmony was part of Jordan's perverted harem, and he would be jettisoned as a matter of course in the near future. He was scared. Mom was rubbing his belly gently, and holding one arm tightly. I went back over to him. It was now just the three of us in the apartment.

"OK Michael," I began, demurely, "now it's your turn."

He was shocked as he looked up. I think he understood what I meant, though it was clearly the last thing on his mind at that moment. Funny how he could be watching sex in front of his eyes, and be the opposite of aroused. I guess that's what happens when you find your partner cheating. I suddenly recalled the moment I came back from Dad's, and found Mom and Jordan in their faux wedding roleplay. Fair enough.

Michael didn't resist. He had no fight in him at all, at this point. We both rubbed his belly. Mom began to kiss him tenderly on the cheek, her big, soft lips gripping and releasing his skin with soft smacks. Finally, she took his hand and drew it to her giant bosom, and looked up at him lustfully, questioning, asking him silently if that was what he wanted.

At the same time, I reached down and gently encased his manhood, or what I could of it. A moment later he had both hands on Mom's boobs, as she smiled and nodded at him.

"Yes, Sweetie. Yes. They're all yours," she was cooing.

He firmed up rapidly as Mom removed her top, allowing her magnificent melons to fall free. Michael's long brown fingers gave the same delightful contrast that Harmony's mouth had on Jordan's cock. I helped undress Michael from behind, and began kissing his tight ass cheeks and nuzzling into him.

His surrender was complete when Mom leaned in, her mouth open and tongue out, and he returned her kiss. His boner sprang out like a steel rod, and I fondled his balls from behind. I undressed him, and began licking his long, slender back. He and Mom were engaged in a slow, tender, probing kiss.

Mom retracted herself, and looked up at him with tender eyes. "Michael, Sweetie. You can have us whenever you want us. We're all going to be one big happy family. Do you understand?" The words were rolling off her tongue like ointment. He nodded, breathlessly. His emotional rollercoaster was on another high, and he was probably hoping there weren't any more lows to follow.

His head quivered violently, as he saw Mom slowly kneel before him. She smiled broadly at that, telling him everything she was going to do, before she opened her mouth wide and allowed him to steer his manhood into it. She slurped noisily, fondling his balls with both hands.

She paused, and pulled off briefly, to ask him a question.

"Michael?" Another pause. "Do you want to cum in my mouth?"

He nodded, feverishly, and she returned to her duty, stroking him. I squeezed his ass cheeks gently, still comforting his back with my tongue. It was less than two minutes later that he released. There was a wild grimace on his face, and his rapid breathing through his nose dictated his actions as he shot several squirts into Mom's mouth. She smiled up at him sweetly as she took it all, remaining still as his hands gripped her hair firmly.

Once he was done, she gently removed the head from her mouth, licking the last trace as he pulled out so there was a white line of semen on her tongue. She smiled up at him warmly.

"Baby, you're going to get that from me whenever you want. You just come to me and give me the nod. I'll always be ready for you. Do you understand?" Oh, he understood alright. He fell down onto the couch, hand shadowing his eyes, his mind blown at what had just occurred.

That night I came to Mom in her bed and thanked her for saving our family once again. Just the two of us. I disrobed, slipped under her sheets and we were immediately joined at the tongue. She came on my thigh, and me on her hand, looking at each other in caricatured shock and amazement. Then we kissed and stroked each other gently for an hour before we fell into a deep sleep.

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The following week, I came home from shopping to find Jordan and Mom out on the patio, by the pool. She was holding his phone for some reason, and he was explaining some feature to her. He turned when he heard me, and I ran into his arms to embrace him. My pregnant belly was starting to slow me down a bit, and my skin was glowing like a goddess.

 

 

But I was completely unprepared for what happened next. Jordan took my shoulders with both hands, and positioned me at arm's length. Then he was suddenly on one knee. I gasped audibly, my hand going to my mouth. He wasn't! Surely... was he?

My heart raced with hope.

He was reaching for his back pocket... Oh, Jesus, was it really going to be what I thought it was? My heart was thudding, pounding in my chest. I couldn't handle it any more. My mind went blank. And then there was a ring in his hand. A ring being offered to me. With a big diamond in the middle of it. A ring that said he wanted me to be his for the rest of his life.

"Sasha?"

I could hardly squeak out a "Yes...? Jordan...?"

"Will you marry me?"

I started crying, my body wracked with sobs. I fell into his arms, crying forever, until I could finally stabilize my vocal chords enough to give him the answer he deserved.

"Oh, yes! YES! YES!!" We embraced, and he held me for minutes.

"Congratulations, my little princess," said Mom, as she came in to kiss me on the forehead. "I knew from the first day that this would be the man for you."

And to Jordan, "Thank you for taking my daughter. She's yours forever, now. And I'm yours too - whenever and wherever you want me." She batted her eyelids at him for emphasis, and he patted her on her bottom.

We got married exactly one day later, at the council office. No ceremony was needed. Harmony was my bridesmaid. Michael was the groomsman. They both seemed very honored to be included.

"Are you going to go on a honeymoon?" Mom asked. We both had the same answer. "Living with you is our honeymoon." She was so flattered at that, and demanded that we both do nothing but make love and lie by the pool for the week.

While we lazed around, she moved out of the master suite completely, and moved my things in. I was touched by her move of submission. "But, Mom. This house, it's all yours. Everything is yours!"

"No. It's yours now, it's all yours and Jordan's. That will also stop your father from ever getting his hands on it again. I'll stay here as long as you'll allow me."

We entered the master suite that evening as man and wife. I had the cameras rolling, and asked Mom to do some camera work, which she did with some difficulty.

"Don't you want some privacy this time?" She asked.

"No - this is the night I want everyone to know about." Mom thought that sounded sexy, though she had no idea who 'everyone' might be. I entered, still wearing my bridal gown with veil, except I let my boobs, now triple Ds, spill out of my dress, and tit-fucked Jordan til he came, the spurts landing on my chest, my chin and on my nose.

I came in close to the camera to let it capture me from every angle.

I used that free week to edit and upload that footage, as well as a few more videos that hadn't been completed as yet. I had forgotten how popular my OnlyFans was getting - people were logging on and downloading our family sex like it was cupcakes. It was crazy. And the dollars were even crazier. At this rate, I was going to earn literally about four times the value of the rent from the OnlyFans site this year. Nuts. Over one hundred thousand dollars I would be getting in.

I read through the comments. They were almost all positive. A whole lot of guys wanting to find out where Mom was and if they could fuck her, which was funny. I couldn't wait to show her how many guys had cum to her giant tits swaying back and forth. I burst out laughing.

I suddenly felt a pang of guilt and a thrill, as I hoped no one from the church or the company had been watching us. I guess they wouldn't be able to admit it anyway.

Anyway, that would be a problem for another day. I would be having a baby soon and needed to concentrate on that.

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