The Man of the House

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.

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 SOsorry!"

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 amsosorry!" 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.