An Infinity of Family Love
Copyright© 2025 by MrCurrie
Chapter 5
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Dave is a fortunate man. Follow his journey with him through a lifetime of love, challenges, and enduring family bonds.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Daughter Pregnancy
It was mid-March, several months after Jennifer’s eighteenth birthday, when the inevitable happened one night. Just after Mom and I slipped beneath the covers, skin to skin and wrapped in quiet anticipation, ready to share an intimate moment before sleep, we heard a light tapping on the door.
Without getting dressed or leaving the bed, Mom called out softly, “Come in, sweetheart.”
We’d known this moment with Jennifer was coming, certain Amy had prepared her for it, but still, a flicker of nerves caught me off guard as I waited for her to step inside. She was Daddy’s girl, and I knew our time together would be a much more emotional, intense relationship.
Standing in front of our bed, she didn’t bother with convincing us once she entered. She dropped her robe and simply stated, “My turn.”
She’d shed all traces of baby fat, revealing a graceful, curvaceous figure that highlighted her natural beauty. Her breasts were larger than Amy’s and capped with dark brown nipples, the same as Mom’s. Drifting lower, my gaze locked onto her hairy pussy. It was untamed and out of control, but I knew Mom would help her trim it.
When she saw me staring at her bushy mound, she softly said, “I was going to shave, but Amy said Mom was natural, so I thought you’d like it better this way. Is it alright, Daddy?”
I smiled widely as Mom answered for me, flinging the covers off the bed, revealing my rock-hard cock. “This should be enough of an answer, sweetie.”
“You’re beautiful, baby,” I croaked. Opening my arms, I said, “Come to Daddy, precious.”
She jumped onto the bed, plastering herself on top of me. Holding the sides of my head, she kissed me passionately. While we French kissed, my hands explored her back and ass, bumping into Mom’s hands doing the same. She wiggled her body, pressing my cock into her stomach while her hard nipples drilled into my chest.
Her body heated up as her breath quickened from our passionate kiss. Finally releasing me, she murmured, “I’ve wanted to do that for so long. I love you so much, Daddy.”
“I love you, too, baby,” I replied.
She kissed me and said, “I have a couple of items to tell you first. Amy had me go on the pill a few weeks ago, so that’s not a problem. Plus, I’m a virgin, and although Amy told me I should borrow Mom’s dildo to practice, I didn’t. I wanted to leave my hymen intact because I want you to break it for me.”
Mom slipped off the bed, promptly strode to the bathroom, and returned with a bath towel, placing it beside us. I rolled Jennifer onto her back, remaining on top of her. When I filled my hands with my daughter’s breasts for the first time, my cock jerked as I played with her firm mounds. When my fingertips gripped her distended tips, she widened her legs while raising her knees.
She moaned in my mouth as I continued my assault on her mouth and tits. When her hips humped upward, Mom reached over and rubbed her daughter’s slit with the bloated head of my cock, bringing out more groans. After a few minutes of stimulating her, Mom worked on Jennifer’s clit, squeezing and gently pulling on it until Jennifer screamed, “I’m cumming, Daddy. Hold me tight.”
I wrapped my arms around her, pulled her to me, and kissed her while she enjoyed her climax.
“That was wonderful,” she cooed. “Make me a woman, Daddy. Stick it in and fuck me.”
I ran my hands under her ass and lifted her pelvis until I was lined up. Mom gripped my cock and whispered, “I’ll guide him in, sweetie. He’ll go slow, and if it’s too painful, tell us.”
“I’m ready. I’ve been ready for years. Stick it in, Mommy,” she pleaded.
Mom guided my cock to Jennifer’s slick slit, running my bloated head up and down her lips several times until my cock was coated with her juices. I nudged my engorged tip through her opening and paused when Jennifer gasped and exclaimed, “Oh shit! That feels so big. I’m not sure if it’ll fit.”
“Don’t worry, sweetie,” Mom consoled her. “You’ll stretch out. Hump your hips up and swallow as much as you can.”
I short-fucked her for several minutes, easing more cock into her until I felt her barrier. She groaned and, growing impatient, she lowered her hands onto my ass and pulled me in. When I felt my prick break through her delicate membrane, she yelped, “Stop!”
I froze, fearing I’d hurt her, and kissed her. I watched as the fear in her eyes dissipated and was replaced with lust. She bucked her hips, swallowing more of my snake into her horny hole. “Oh, god. It feels so good. Shove it in, Daddy. I want to feel it all the way in,” she begged.
Her velvety walls flooded my prick with her juices, her folds spreading apart as I descended into her fiery pit. She panted as I sank deeper into her quivering quim, and when I was buried to the hilt, she croaked, “I feel so full. It’s better than I could’ve ever imagined. Fuck me hard, Daddy!”
I never denied my daughters anything, so I obediently obeyed her, sliding in and out of her snug snatch, her pussy lips stretching and clinging onto my shaft with each stroke. Her breasts heaved underneath me as her breathing rate increased. After a dozen more strokes, she climaxed again, her pussy squeezing so hard, it locked my prick in place. She wailed with delight, experiencing her first orgasm from a cock, her father’s cock.
When her body relaxed, I paused to allow her to recover, letting my cock soak in her wet, warm oven. We kissed again, and when she began bumping her hips, I fucked her again. It wasn’t long until her body responded and began thrashing and twisting from the joy of experiencing her first fuck.
I moved my hands up to the tops of her shoulders and used them for leverage, shoving my prick deeper into her tight pussy. She planted her heels into the mattress and lifted and bounced her hips off the bed, meeting my powerful strokes. She released my mouth and gasped for air, her mouth wide open, her eyes rolling backward as a major orgasm consumed her.
My cock couldn’t take any more and exploded, painting her walls with sticky sperm. Her pussy responded, contracting and convulsing with each pulse of my cock. Our pubic hair became saturated with a mixture of our cum, splashing out of her overflowing pussy with each collision. A feeling of blissful euphoria swept through me as I hugged my beautiful daughter, who had the widest smile I’d ever seen from her.
“Thank you so much, Daddy,” she whispered.
Mom stroked my back and kissed Jennifer on the cheek, whispering, “That was a beautiful act of love. Your father and I will teach you all about making love.”
I rolled off her onto my side and explored her body, caressing and massaging every square inch of her smooth, succulent flesh. Mom leaned over and enveloped my cock with her mouth, cleaning and sucking it until it hardened. Knowing she’d have a tough time competing with Daddy’s girl, she decided to get her share of orgasms under the pretense of demonstrating the various positions.
She climaxed first riding me cowgirl style, swiveled around, and released again while doing reverse cowgirl before turning me over to Jennifer. My daughter repeated Mom’s antics and also came twice.
Mom scurried into position for a doggy fuck. I slid my cock into her soaked pussy and brought her to an orgasm, barely withholding mine, almost surrendering to her clasping cunt.
When I withdrew my cum-coated prick from Mom’s pussy, I jammed it into Jennifer’s tight twat, as she knelt beside Mom in the same position. She barked and yelped while I held onto her ass, fucking her like an animal in heat.
After only a dozen strokes, she grunted and screamed, “I feel more full of cock than ever! I’m cumming again, Daddy!” Her walls snapped shut and pulsed as I fucked her through her orgasm. I increased my pace while her pussy continued to quiver and convulse.
Her continuous, squeezing glove convinced my cock to explode. Her contractions increased, feeling my prick jerk. I kept slamming until I began to soften and eased out, her pussy still convulsing with her orgasm. She moaned with pleasure, her ass wiggling in the air as if I were going to fuck her again.
Mom had already flopped onto her back, exhausted. I lay beside her, and in another instant, Jennifer plastered her body on top of mine, hugging me. She kissed me and croaked, “Thank you so much, Daddy. That was so much fun. I love you. No, I love both of you. You’re the best parents ever.”
She rested her head on my chest, the scent of her hair filling my nostrils. The combination of her hot body smothering me and the activity of the strenuous sex quickly put me to sleep. During the night, I noticed Jennifer had rolled off me. I turned to my side and saw her sandwiched between Mom and me. Even when sleeping, her smile made my heart flutter. She was a Daddy’s girl, but there was no doubt I shared the same feelings.
The next morning, I awoke with my morning wood being worshipped by Mom and Jennifer. Mom was teaching her how to give one of her world-class blowjobs. They took turns licking, sucking, and teasing my prick until Jennifer engulfed my cock into her mouth and began fucking my pole. Mom instructed, “Be sure to use your tongue and also gently scrape his shaft every once in a while with your teeth.”
On one upstroke, she brushed against my helmeted head with her teeth, causing me to gasp and jerk my hips. “Easy, sweetie,” Mom told her. “His head is very sensitive, so you can’t be as rough on it as his shaft.”
Jennifer acknowledged the best she could with her mouth filled full of cock. She sank too long once and gagged, released me, and gasped for air. Mom quickly rescued her daughter, explaining. “Wrap your hand around him so you can gauge how deep you can go. Once you’re used to it, lower your hand and take more of him in.”
Jennifer’s fingers gripped my cock as her mouth descended and bumped against the side of her hand before ascending to the top. While she bobbed up and down, she looked up, her eyes filled with love, looking at me adoringly. I ran my fingers through her silky hair, and my groaning increased as I neared my climax.
Mom recognized the signs and said, “He’s almost there, Jennifer. If you don’t want to swallow his cum, just use your hand and point his prick toward his stomach. Cradle his balls with your free hand and gently roll them until he explodes.”
Jennifer’s hand gripped harder around my shaft as she gently squeezed my jewels. She sucked harder, and before I could warn her, I grunted and shot out a load of cum. She kept her lips sealed around my piston and swallowed every dollop of semen spewing out my tip. She gently massaged my nuts as her mouth milked my cock, draining me completely.
Feeling me soften, she released my cock and whispered, “Thank you, Daddy. That was delicious. Did I do all right?”
I couldn’t help but grin with pleasure, and she mirrored it with a sparkle in her eyes. “Well done, sweetie, but with your mother teaching you, how could you not do well?”
That brought everyone to giggles as we disentangled ourselves, tidied up, and gathered in the kitchen for breakfast.
For the next week and a half, Jennifer spent every night with us, leaving us all exhausted. While Amy never stayed after our sexual liaisons, Jennifer always cuddled up afterward. Not surprising, given the romantic nature of her personality.
One afternoon, before Jennifer was due home from school, Mom and I slipped into our usual ritual of taking a break in our paradise garden. It had become almost a daily rhythm, a quiet pause in the day. Hummingbirds flitted busily among the blossoms, sipping nectar from the riot of blooms. This had become one of Mom’s favorite moments: savoring her little slice of heaven.
She looked at me, her eyes twinkling. “You know what? We’ve never had a dedication ceremony for our garden. I think it’s time.”
“I think you’re right. What do you have in mind?” I asked.
She shoved me down onto the outdoor sofa, unbuckled me, and yanked my pants down to my ankles. Using her hands and mouth, I was hard in no time. She straddled me, her skirt covering my body as she lowered her soaked pussy onto my cock. Did that woman ever wear panties? Not that I wanted her to.
She bounced up and down, groaning as if we were fucking for the first time. Her horny pussy gushed out torrents of juice as she climaxed in record time. Leaving my cock buried to the hilt, she leaned over and kissed me, then rested her head beside mine.
“Dave, I wanted to discuss something with you, but I was so nervous I had to relieve some of the pressure. I hope you don’t think I’m using you,” she admitted.
“You can use me anytime you want when it involves your pussy wrapped around my cock. Remember how we promised each other we’d never hold anything back? Lay it out for me.”
“Your relationship with Jennifer worries me. When we shared our bedroom with Amy, the sex was different. I know you and Amy love each other and enjoyed your time together, but she always left right after she was finished. It was more of a sexual relief for her. With Jennifer, it’s different. The way she looks at you during those intimate moments, and the connection you share, speaks to something much deeper than passion. It’s a truly romantic and profound kind of love. One I recognize, because frankly, they’re the same signs that you and I share.”
My heart sank, thinking I’d hurt the one I love so much. “I’m so sorry, Mom. You’re my soulmate, and I won’t do anything to harm our relationship. I’ll tell her we can’t do it anymore. She’ll understand.”
“No,” Mom stated sharply. “That’s not what I meant. I’m not jealous of her, and I don’t want you to cease your intimacy with her. I know you love her deeply, and I love you even more for that. A mother couldn’t ask for more from her husband. I’m worried that she’s becoming too dependent on us. She hasn’t slept in her bed since we started. And did you notice how she always squeezes between you and me every night, leaving me on her side? Subconsciously, she’s trying to claim you by separating us. I know you told her she should take the summer off before starting college in the fall, but do you think that’s a good idea? She’ll be with us every night and will never seek another relationship.”
“You’re absolutely right, Mom,” I agreed. “If we don’t step in, she may never get the chance to experience love with someone her own age or build a life of her own. Let’s come up with a way to help her.”
We talked and devised a plan that we hoped would work. When we agreed on how to proceed, I bumped my hips up, reminding her my prick was still hard.
Mom grunted and said, “We never finished our dedication. How about flipping me onto my back and fuck your mother.”
Moving her into position, I began hammering her wet pussy, without even taking off her blouse. We locked our mouths together. She gripped my ass, pulled me into her, lifted her legs, and wrapped them around my lower back. She thrashed underneath me, and it wasn’t long before I filled her cunt with my load of cum. Afterward, we rested together, enjoying the scents of the garden mixed with our sex.
That night in bed, I began by eating Jennifer into an orgasm, then gave her another with her riding me cowgirl style. I then switched to missionary, her favorite. She loved the fleshy contact of the position and the fact that she could stare into my eyes as I came. I managed to last through her first orgasm, my prick exploding during her second one. Feigning exhaustion, I rolled off her, and she quickly snuggled up to my back. Mom lay with her front facing Jennifer’s back as she’d done in the past.
After several hours of sleep, I felt the bed shift as Mom rolled off the bed, walked to my side of the bed, and slid in beside me, her back nestling gently against my chest. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her to me. Our plan was proceeding nicely, my fingers finding her nipples hard and pointed.
I played with her tits while licking her neck and ear. Her hand reached between her legs and gripped my hard cock, and pulled me into her wet pussy. As we’d done countless times before, we slowly and lovingly fucked. She pushed back into me while I slid in and out of her gripping gash. We reconnected, sharing the love we held for each other. After twenty minutes, our hips effortlessly rocked together, having done this dance countless times before.
When I was ready to blow, I felt Jennifer’s petite hand cradle my balls, gently rolling them. With each pulse of my prick, she lightly squeezed as if helping me fill Mom full of cum. Mom’s pussy convulsed and milked my prick, while I squeezed her heaving breast. When finished, I leaned closer and whispered, “I love you so much.”
Jennifer snuggled up closer to me and wrapped her arm over both of us, hugging us tightly.
When the smells of coffee and bacon hit, I turned to see only Mom in bed. I kissed her awake and asked, “Looks like Jennifer is treating us to breakfast. Think she has something to say to us?”
She smiled and replied, “Let’s hope our plan worked.”
After our good morning greeting, Mom and I sat at the table while Jennifer served us. She sat opposite us, and her eyes looked a little red and puffy as if she’d been crying.
After a few moments, I broke the silence. “Thanks a lot for fixing breakfast, Jennifer. Is something bothering you?”
She met my eyes, hers filled with guilt and remorse. She replied, “Thanks, but I wanted to soften you up for a confession I need to make. When Mom had to switch positions last night to make love to you, I realized how selfish I’ve been. I feel terrible that I might be putting a strain on your relationship. That was never my intention, and I may have gotten carried away because I enjoy my time with you so much. Can you ever forgive me? How can I fix this?”
As planned, I allowed Mom to answer her daughter. She reached over and held Jennifer’s hand and said, “We love you, dear, and you needn’t worry about us. Our love is deep-rooted and can survive a horny daughter just fine.”
That drew a chuckle from Jennifer, her expression brightening.
Mom continued, “We’re worried that you’re not pursuing other relationships. Would you do us a favor and begin dating again, even if only one or two nights a week?”
Jennifer’s face lit up as she replied, “That sounds wonderful. How about I join you on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays? The other days you two can have to yourselves. And if I stay in on Tuesday or Thursday, I should be able to find someone to take me out on Saturday nights.”
Now that she had softened up, it was up to me. “Jennifer, I’ve been thinking about your future. I’d like you to reconsider taking the summer off. If you enrolled in the summer quarter at the local college, you’d get a head start on your career, and it might also give you a chance to meet some great guys.”
She turned her head in thought and answered, “That does sound good. I feel like I have a better direction now. Thanks so much.”
Mom and I looked at each other, silently communicating, “Mission accomplished.”
After that, Jennifer always made sure Mom received priority, and when we snuggled up to sleep, she always ensured I was sandwiched between them, never again separating Mom and me. They usually slept on their sides, their arms and legs draped across my body, their breasts smashed against my sides.
Celebrating Jennifer’s graduation one Friday night, Amy and Steve joined us for a small party. Mom and the girls were busy in the kitchen preparing dinner, their laughter drifting through the house like music. Meanwhile, Steve and I settled into the living room, sipping bourbon and trading stories, the kind that only surface when the mood is just right. When dinner was ready, we were called to the table, where we feasted, toasted, and filled the evening with laughter, pride, and the quiet joy of a milestone shared.
After Amy and Steve left the next morning, Mom, Jennifer, and I spent the day together, savoring the quiet and preparing for Jennifer’s upcoming move to her new studio apartment. We fired up the grill for a casual barbecue on the deck, the scent of charred vegetables and marinated chicken mingling with the summer air. Later, we wandered into the Paradise Garden, where the afternoon stretched out in golden light. As we lounged among the flowers, we talked through Jennifer’s class schedule and smiled at the realization that she’d kept her childhood promise. She was truly following in our footsteps, pursuing a career in bookending, just like she always said she would.
After a light dinner, Mom proposed we shower before relaxing in the living room. Jennifer hopped up and pranced to her room while Mom held onto my arm, keeping me on the couch. When Jennifer’s door closed, Mom handed me a blue pill, winked, and seductively said, “I love you so much, and to show you my love, I’m giving you a special gift tonight. Take your shower and wait in bed for your surprise, and you better be hard and ready.”
I jumped up, eager for what looked like to be a night of randy sex. After swallowing the pill, I showered and lay in bed, my prick already hard from thinking about my night. Ten minutes later, Jennifer stepped in and strolled to the bed, dropping her robe on her way. Crawling on top of me, pressing her nude body against mine, she croaked, “Mom’s staying in my room tonight. She said this was her gift to me. I can’t think of a better graduation present, can you, Daddy?”
I chuckled and replied, “She told me the same thing. It’s no wonder we love her so much, always thinking of our happiness. It’s your night, so we’ll do whatever you want.”
From the twinkle in her eyes, I knew exactly how she wanted to start. We fucked missionary style, giving her three orgasms. Switching to doggy style, I blasted off my first load on her second orgasm. We rested, fucked again, and changed positions until I came again. Every other time, she insisted on missionary, her favorite. I was exhausted by my fourth orgasm, and I’d lost count of how many she had, but when I fell on top of her, she hugged me tightly until I fell asleep.
During the night, she must have rolled us over so she was on top. I awoke in the morning, hearing the sound of a blind being pulled up, followed by the window opening. “Smells like a whorehouse in here,” Mom said, giggling.
I looked up to see Mom standing by the bed, her radiant smile brightening my day as always. “Time to rise and shine, sleepy heads. I’m making a hearty breakfast. You’ll need the strength as I have some ideas for my garden, and you two will be my gardeners.”
Jennifer stirred and said, “Good morning, Mom. Thanks so much for the best graduation present ever!”
“You’re welcome, sweetie. Now, both of you take a shower and join me in the kitchen,” Mom ordered.
When Jennifer crawled out of bed, I said, “I’ll be there in a bit, sweetie. I can’t take a leak until my morning wood goes down.”
Hearing the tinkle of Jennifer relieving herself, I tried to get my mind off the previous night’s events to get soft. Mom leaned over, and I thought she might stroke me off fast, but instead, with a snap of her fingers, she flicked my bloated head.
“Oww!” I exclaimed, but noticed my problem had gone away, my prick softening.
Mom grinned and said, “Mommy knows how to take care of her baby. Now, you get in there and clean up your daughter. See you in a bit.”
After taking a leak, I joined Jennifer in the shower, and it wasn’t long before I had her pinned against the wall, her legs wrapped around me while I serviced her horny pussy. She writhed in ecstasy while she kissed me, keeping our eyes locked. My fingers dug into her ass, holding her tightly while I hammered her tight cunt.
She groaned and gasped as her clasping channel grasped my dick in her velvet vise. Her pussy gushed, the juices coating my prick and flowing out, dripping onto the floor. I kept on fucking her right through her climax until I flooded her cavern with a load of hot cum.
“You’re fucking me so good, Daddy. I love feeling your cum squirt into me,” she gasped.
After our shower, we dressed into our work clothes and joined Mom, who was practically glowing with excitement to share her plans. We spent the day toiling under the sun, our clothes growing grimier by the hour, while Mom kept our spirits high with treats and a pitcher of iced tea during breaks. Lunch was a picnic in the garden, and by late afternoon, we’d wrapped everything up just in time to head inside for showers and dinner. That evening, we gathered around the fire pit, the garden glowing softly around us, as Mom beamed with pride at the work we’d done.
Jennifer, still aglow from the previous night, said, “Mom, it was more than a gift to me last night. It was a wake-up call. I’m more determined than ever to find someone to share my nights with.”
“Just remember that we’re here for you, always,” Mom said with a smile. “And as a bonus, I don’t think your father will feel the need to read the riot act to your dates anymore. We trust you to make your own choices.”
“One more thing,” I added. “When you do become involved with someone, let us know, so we don’t continue with our relationship. We won’t tolerate cheating. Just because my father cheated and things worked out better than I could’ve ever imagined, it rarely works out that way.”
Mom leaned over, kissed me on the cheek, and cooed, “I agree completely, and it was absolutely the best thing that ever happened in my life.”
Jennifer found her love just two months later.
His name was Russ, a guy she’d gone on a couple of dates with back in high school. I figured Amy had already vetted him, so I didn’t have to wonder whether he was good enough for my daughter.
It was a beautiful, sun-drenched day in August when Jennifer and Russ exchanged vows in our backyard. Mom and I had rented a few tables and chairs, along with some umbrellas to cast a little shade over the guests. It was a small, intimate gathering, much like Amy’s had been.
I was so proud to walk Jennifer down to the podium. Her hand gripped mine so tightly that I half-expected to find finger-shaped bruises afterward. Russ’s parents were there, along with Amy and Steve, all of us gathered under the same sky, sharing in something quietly extraordinary.
Mom clutched a handkerchief as tears welled up, watching our daughter step into a new chapter of her life. After the ceremony and reception, the music began. Jennifer had requested slow songs only, so we rigged several speakers and played a playlist she’d painstakingly chosen.
Per tradition, she and Russ took the floor for the first dance. Russ, bless him, had two left feet, but Jennifer gently guided him through the steps. Even so, her expression was more restrained than I’d expected from a glowing newlywed. Maybe she was frustrated by his clumsy footing. Or perhaps it was something else, something harder to put into words.
For the next song, Jennifer extended her hand to me to join her, while Russ danced with his mother. Steve and Amy soon joined us, and for a few quiet minutes, we were all swept up in the simple joy of motion and connection. That left Mom and Russ’s father alone, until Mom, ever gracious, offered him her hand with a smile and invited him to dance.
Jennifer and I swayed to the music, both of us knowing exactly how the other would move. We had danced so many times since her lessons for her sixteenth birthday, it was second nature to us. Our rhythm was effortless. Each step, each turn flowed seamlessly into the next. Our bodies responded instinctively, mirroring and complementing each other in perfect harmony.
Halfway through the song, she hugged me tightly, her head nestling against my shoulder. I felt her heartbeat through the space between us, her frame trembling just slightly as she let out the softest whimper of a cry. Then, with a voice barely above a breath and heavy with emotion, she whispered, “I love you so much, Daddy.”
“We love you, too, baby,” I replied. We turned just in time to catch Amy watching us, her arms wrapped around her husband as they moved in rhythm with the music. Her expression broke from the joyful mood of the wedding, her eyes clouded with concern. Her raised eyebrows silently sent me a signal that she wanted to talk to me.
As the song faded, I kissed Jennifer gently on the cheek and let her go, then made my way toward Amy and asked her for a dance. She smiled in response and slipped into my arms with quiet grace. Her embrace was warm and not as intimate as Jennifer’s, but close enough that she could lean in and whisper, “Dad. I’m pregnant.”
My heart swelled instantly. “I’m so happy for you, sweetie. Does your mother know? She’s going to be ecstatic.” I knew she’d know I meant Mom and not her biological mother.
Amy shook her head slightly, her voice hushed. “No, she doesn’t. And I don’t want her to. At least not yet. Steve doesn’t know either. You’re the only one I’ve told.”
I looked at her, surprised. “Why just me?”
“Because you’re the only one I trust to keep it secret, Daddy. Today is Jennifer’s day. I don’t want anything to take away from that. Please, don’t tell anyone.”
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