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“Of course, honey. You know that that’s what the Jacuzzi is for. Knock yourself out. Hell, I’ll even go out and get the water tuned on while you get changed.”
I flash him a brilliant smile because more than anything, I’d love for Carl to join me in the water. But it would be too forward, and as a result I just nod while skipping happily off to my room.
“Thanks, Daddy,” I murmur. “I appreciate.”
I’m not sure if Carl heard me say the D-word but I think he did because the flush on his cheeks darkens and I swear, his cock jerks again. I don’t call him “Daddy” on a regular basis. It’s just something that slips out every now and again, and it never fails to get a reaction from him, even though he tries to hide it. What does his reaction mean though? I have no idea.
Meanwhile, a small giggle rises in my throat as I shut the bedroom door behind me because Carl may be the man of the house … but I have some tricks up my sleeve that will knock his socks (and his shorts) off.
CHAPTERTWO
Carl
Fuck, this woman is killing me. What the hell was I thinking when I invited Clara to stay? I wasn’t thinking, that’s the thing. It was an impulsive invitation, and now I’m living to regret it.
Well, “living” would be an overstatement. It’s more than I’m barely hanging on by a thread as my libido roars to life, unable to resist the curvy girl. After all, I was expecting to see someone like the old Clara show up on my doorstep after I opened my doors to her. How could I have known? When her mother was alive, Clara would come and visit on occasion, but Vivian’s daughter had lank brown hair; a rash of acne on her chin; and a gangly body that probably weighed a hundred and fifteen pounds soaking wet.
But now, I’m willing to believe that Clara’s a solid one seventy or one eighty, if not more. Even better, the weight’s gone to all the lushest parts of her body, including those huge, Double D breasts as well as the sweet bottom that sways as she walks around. I’ve seen her in the pencil skirts that she wears to work sometimes, and the woman’s got the classic hourglass figure: big on top, narrow at her waist, and then with a lush ass that has all the guys salivating when she sashays by.
Even worse, Clara often wears the tiniest of sleep sets when we’re at home together. Sometimes, it’s not much more than a tiny pink camisole which highlights those big breasts, and a pair of short shorts that leave nothing to the imagination. They’re somehow tight and loose at once, meaning that the elastic band clings to her waist, but then the shorts part is loose and floppy. It’s so bad that when she was sitting on the couch just last week with one leg bent at the knee, I was able to look right up one leg of her short shorts to catch a glimpse of steaming pink pussy. It was gorgeous and wetly swollen, and I almost died right there. Of course, I didn’t. Instead, I got up stiffly from the couch and bid her goodnight before limping off to my room like a man in pain. My boner hurt so much that I literally collapsed on the mattress after the bedroom door shut, before proceeding to rub one out, muffling my shouts in my pillow.
“Fuck, what has this woman done to me?” I mutter to myself while fiddling with the jets of the Jacuzzi. “I’m dying here.” Then, there’s a spray, a fizz, and the water bubbles to life as I adjust the temperature to a comfortable eighty. The Jacuzzi is one of the best parts of my property. After I bought this house, I had the tub specially installed in the backyard, and it’s a winner. The king-size Jacuzzi is made of stone-colored fiberglass stationed beneath a wooden gazebo. It’s dark now, but I accounted for that by installing a couple of lamps that shine in the night sky, bathing the hot tub in a warm glow. Lush greenery climbs up the wooden trellises of the gazebo, and as I stare at the bubbling water, my cock jerks again. I’d give anything to join Clara in the steamy water, but who am I kidding? I’d have my cock in that pregnant body so fast that she’d probably scream before crying bloody murder.
At that moment, my beautiful stepdaughter steps out into the backyard, clad in nothing but a pink silk robe and flip-flops.
“Thanks for getting everything ready, Carl,” she murmurs while approaching the gazebo. Then, the sweet girl pauses. “Are you going to get in the water too?”
“Oh no,” I say quickly. “This is all for you, sweetheart. I have some work to finish up in the house, so I better get back.”
“Oh, okay,” says Clara in a soft voice. “Sure that makes sense.”
What did that “oh, okay” mean? Does shewantme to get in? But it’s hard to see her expression because the lights have cast her face into shadow, even as the blood races in my veins. Then, Clara moves towards the hot tub while letting the pink robe slip from her shoulders and it’s then that I go from rubber to iron in about two seconds flat because she’s gorgeous. The sweet girl’s wearing a hot pink bikini that must be at least two sizes too small. Or maybe it’s the pregnancy doing it? I don’t know.
All I know is that her breasts spill out of the small triangle tops along both the sides and the bottom. My mouth goes dry as I envisioning kissing the underside of one of her breasts, and maybe running my tongue along the fold of where her tit meets her torso. But that’s not all. Her belly swells with child, plain as day, and fuck, but she looks so full and ripe. This is a woman with proven fertility, and maybe it’s the alpha male in me, but it turns me on. Clara’s a lush female goddess, and I’d give anything to bury my mouth and cock in that sweet space between her thighs.
But fuck, she can’t know. The young woman’s pregnant, for crying out loud, and living under my roof too! She trusts me, and I can’t violate her innocence. As a result, I become a babbling mess as I backpedal into the shadows while making excuses.
“Have a good time!” I call. “Yeah, I’ll just be working in my office. Call if you need anything!”
“I will,” she says in a soft voice while slipping into the water. “Mmm, the bubbles feel good. Thank you again, Carl.”
Then, I let myself into the house with a fumbling hand, stopping only when the door’s shut tight behind me. It’s then that I slump against the wood, a sweat on my brow as my cock pulses with urgent need. Fuck, what is the brat doing to me? It’s as if I’ve become a horny teenage boy desperate to rut the sweet female form outside … and even worse, the urges are only becoming stronger.
CHAPTERTHREE
Clara
I sigh with bliss, letting my muscles relax in the heated water. Of course, I’m not going to stay too long because I’m pregnant and hot tubs aren’t great for women who are expecting. Moms-to-be can overheat, sweat profusely, or even lose consciousness, and I definitely don’t want to risk that. As a result, I’m only going to stay in the water ten minutes tops because it’s just too risky and I don’t want to hurt my baby.
But still, it feels good to let my muscles relax. I was telling the truth when I told Carl about desk jobs. I’m not used to sitting for eight hours a day and as a result, my back feels a little tight. Heck, even my leg muscles and arm muscles are a bit cramped and the warm water helps them loosen as a blissful sigh escapes from my mouth.
Yet this experience shouldn’t be wasted because contrary to what Carl thinks, I saw how his mouth dropped and his eyes bugged when I lost the pink robe. It’s true. I’m clad now only in a bright pink bikini, and as my stepfather took in my lush curves, I could swear that he was tempted to ravish me right then and there. His cock was hard, and twitched visibly in his shorts. Those blue eyes bored holes into my ripe form, and I almost took off my bikini too, just to push things further.
But that’s the thing. Carl’s a disciplined and honorable man. He’s never done anything but look and even when he does that, I can tell he feels bad about it. It’s not that I resemble my mom. Oh no, it’s nothing creepy like that. Vivian was blonde and skinny with my grandmother’s nose, so no one would think us to be related, much less mother and daughter. But evidently, Carl likes his women lush and fertile because I see how he gazes at my big belly, not to mention the huge breasts that come with pregnancy. I see how he licks his lips while taking in my apple-bottom, which really, is more of a watermelon-bottom at this point given its huge size.
I giggle again. No doubt, Carl’s taking an ice cold shower right now while pulling one out in the small stall. I certainly hope so and my pussy pulses, thinking of the huge man beating one out with his hand. I’d love to be in there with him to help, but he needs to make peace with his conscience first. I can’t push him beyond what I’ve already done, and besides, I’ve got a beautiful night to myself in this steamy water. I might as well make the most of the opportunity.
As a result, I look around the garden and as expected, everything’s still and hushed. It’s probably 9 p.m. now, and evenings in this sleepy New Jersey suburb are always quiet. It seems like everything shuts down, with most of our neighbors heading to bed as soon as they finish dinner. All the better because what I’m about to do is definitely X-rated and would shock the socks off of my sedate neighbors.
