Epilogue
It’s amazing how quickly a few days turned into a few weeks turned into four months before Tina’s mother came back for her. It’s also amazing how many transparently shitty excuses Sara was able to come up with for why she and Tim weren’t ready for Tina to come live with them yet.
So I’m not the least bit ashamed or apologetic when Sara shows up, surprisingly right on time, to find me balls deep in our daughter…my sweetheart, my fiancée, the mother of my long-awaited unborn child. I purposefully left the front door unlocked and kept Tina screaming in pleasure so she wouldn’t hear it when her mother arrived.
I wanted Sara to find us in such a compromising position, similar to the one I found her in with Tim all those months ago—me, taking Tina from behind, both of us sitting up on our knees as I cup her fuller, more sensitive breast with one hand while cradling her slightly swollen baby bump that popped out recently with my other hand.
That’s another thing that’s so amazing. I’m pretty sure Tina got pregnant the very first night I took her virginity, cumming inside her over and over again as fast as my balls could fill with my next load of swimmers.
The day we saw those two little pink lines on the pregnancy test was the best day of both our lives, and it’s been nothing but bliss at home since then…well, except for when she gets fed up with how often I continue to apologize for icing her out for so many years, even though she told me she forgave me long ago.
So yeah, I’m rather smug when Sara loses her fucking shit as I lock eyes with her and continue to pump my hard cock in and out of our daughter. Her head is thrown back on my shoulder, eyes screwed shut, and mouth dropped open as she screams, “Oh god, Daddy! I love you. You fuck me so good. Just like that. I’m going to—” as she cums for the second time tonight, hot on the heels of her first orgasm.
Fucking Tina—making love to her—is world’s different from being with her mother. Tina and I were made for each other, destined to be together. It’s unfortunate that it took marrying her mother for us to find each other, but I’ve never been more grateful that my ex-wife cheated and left us. It was a blessing in disguise.
Really, I ought to thank her for being such a backstabbing cunt. But I lose the ability to speak before I can do so when my orgasm slams into me the minute my daughter’s tender pussy clamps down on my cock with the force of her release.
When I’ve caught my breath, I don’t bother covering myself or our daughter after I pull out, climb off the bed, and saunter toward Sara as she calls me every offensive name she can think of. Calling me an ugly, fat bastard means nothing to me, not when Tina looks at me with unbridled desire and unconditional love every time I come home early from work, strip naked, and climb on top of her. She loves the way my ugly, fat cock brings her to orgasm every time she willingly spreads her legs for me and begs me to fill her up.
I merely beam at Sara when I make it across the room and say proudly, “Congratulations. You’re going to be a grandma!” Then I slam the bedroom door right in her twisted, ruddy face.
Tina’s self-satisfied expression matches my own as she lays back in the bed and opens her arms and legs for me as she does every night now—and will continue to do every night for the rest of our lives. I settle my shoulders between her juicy thighs, kiss her small baby bump, then slide up next to her, and fall asleep holding my sweet, pregnant daughter close to my heart.
—THE END—