“Mom, calm down,” she’d said patiently into the phone. “Didn’t you hear me? Yes, I’m pregnant, but I’m still finishing my degree.”
I couldn’t hear exactly what Trish was saying, but the furious squawking on the other side told me everything.
But their daughter was unruffled despite the fact she was clearly getting a verbal beating. Without missing a beat, Mandy took another bite of her sandwich, another sip of soup, while listening on the phone. Hey, being pregnant is hard work and the girl was eating for two.
“I know, I know,” she said patiently again. “You don’t have to worry. No, he didn’t take advantage of me, I’m eighteen. Yes, eighteen makes everything legal, I’m an adult now. He’s forty. Yes, Mom, I know it’s a big age gap, but it works for us.”
And I shook my head with admiration. Hell, if it’d been me on the phone, I would have been shouting my head off, losing my cool and flying off the handle, veins bulging in my forehead. But my girl was different, she could juggle irate parents while eating a meal, all the while pregnant and cramming for classes.
And that’s why Mandy’s perfect for me, for us. Because with five kids, we’ve both got our hands full, what between play dates, school, extracurricular activities, and three nannies. Yeah, with this many kids, we need the extra hands and the money we spend on nannies, a cook, and a driver is completely worth it. But Mandy is an efficient manager, organizing everything so that our household runs like clockwork, smooth as cream, everyone happy save the occasional child throwing a tantrum.
And you know what? This is my life now and I love it. I’ve got my hands full with a job, kids, a loving wife, and I couldn’t ask for more. There is literally nothing that I’d wish for, except perhaps a few more orgasms for the beautiful brunette currently touching herself in front of me. So putting in my best effort, I grabbed those fleshy hips and drove in deep, feeling that slick channel squeeze my dick. Oh yeah, Mandy was so tight, so small still even after giving birth, that it never took long.
“Finger yourself,” I grunted, eyes fixed on that nasty little digit in her hole. “Keep going, I can feel you stroking yourself through your ass wall.”
And the brunette just moaned, head dropping forward, those brown curls drifting over her shoulders.
“Yes, Peter, yes, Mr. Parker, this is what I want, this is what I want,” she chanted. And with another loud, guttural moan, another jerk of my hips, we both came, shattering with ecstasy.
“Fuuuck!” I roared, grabbing that fine, curvy form to me, pressing her vag tight against my hips as I bucked and shot, loads of white spraying her interior passage. “Fuck!”
And the way Mandy creamed around me, screaming as her pussy spasmed, clenching, drawing my sperm ever deeper into her body, gave me all the answers. This union would be a fertile one, a successful shot at heaven, and in nine months, I had a distinct feeling that my woman would be growing round once more with our sixth child, proof again of our love for one another. Because my eighteen year-old babysitter, so luscious and firm, delicious and tantalizing, was having my babies now, one after the other … and it was absolutely right because I’d fallen head over heels for the woman of my dreams.
THE END