Chapter 13

That leads me to today. Jane is now 50, with one daughter who is 19. Jill, now 48 and has a daughter also 19. My baby Jesse 46 with twin daughters now 18.

As for Marsha, well I married her about 15 years ago. Sandra, her daughter who I also got pregnant ended up having three boys whom are all 18 now, with Sandra being 39.

Sandra and Marsha still work at the clinic as nurses. None of my 4 girls ever married. They all have had boyfriends, yet none ever seemed to be interested in getting married.

Sandra seemed to go through boyfriends like a pair of socks. Always changing them. She rode them hard, probably too hard as they would usually just stop calling or coming by.

Jane finished her RN degree and took a job at the clinic that Marsha and Sandra work at.

Jill, my thinker, became a college teacher. English literature is what she teaches.

My baby, Jesse, ended up being a secretary. Her boss keeps hitting on her. She ‘dated’ him for a short time only to find out he was still married. That ended that.

Jane, Jill, and Jesse all had relatively easy pregnancies. Sandra, on the other hand, had a very difficult pregnancy. Since she ended up with three boys, she grew enormous, putting on nearly 80 lbs. during the pregnancy.

As I came home one evening, I heard familiar noises in our upstairs bedrooms. I crept up the stairs. I saw that one of the bedroom doors was open just a bit. I snuck up and peered in.

I should have suspected, but I didn’t. Here was Jesse’s twin daughters riding two of Sandra’s sons’ hard cocks. They were really into it. Lots of moaning and prayers to the Almighty. I smiled, knowing that scolding them would certainly be hypocritical.

As I turned around to leave, Sandra caught me and smiled as she took my hand and dragged me into the master bedroom. She closed the door quietly. She pushed me back onto the bed. She grabbed my belt and began to unbuckle my work pants.

She slid them down to my ankles, pulling my boxers down as well. She flipped off my sneakers letting them fall to the floor.

She grasped my cock, stroking it, making it hard. Sandra was always the aggressive one. She would ride a guy hard, so hard that she even cracked a couple of ribs on two separate guys fucking them so hard. Neither one of them ever returned for a second helping of Sandra.

I used to love the hard fucking, but now being in my 60’s her hard aggressive style took its toll physically on me.

Since I was on my back, Sandra dropped her shorts for me to see that she went without any panties today. She put her hands on my chest as she positioned herself over my cock.

In one motion, she impaled herself on my manhood.