The Man of the House

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 guessthatdidn'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 andIwas 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 wasoneadvantage 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!"

Shewasgoing 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 whateverhe gave her.

Shewas going to be Mrs Wooldridge, now, not that fat old cow of his.Shewas going to be a high society woman, not some ordinary secretary.Shewould 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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