Chapter 18 – Finding Clarity
I must have been more tired than I’d realized, because I ended up sleeping in until almost 10:00. Luckily, it was a Sunday, and I didn’t have anywhere to be that day. I awoke to the smell of bacon, and went into the kitchen to see what was going on, and found John making bacon and eggs. He saw me and said, “Sorry if I overstepped by messing up your kitchen. I’ll clean it up when I’m done. Jenn was hungry, and she has a growing baby in her, so I wanted to make her some breakfast. There’s enough for all of us, if you want some too.” I was starting to fall in love with this boy, and knew that Jenn felt the same. He then put some eggs and bacon on a plate, poured some orange juice into a cup, grabbed some silverware, and said, “Can you keep an eye on things to make sure nothing burns? I’m going to take this in to her and I’ll be right back.”
While he was doing that, I divvied up the remaining eggs and bacon up onto two plates, filled a couple cups with orange juice, and took everything to the table. When he came back in, and saw that I’d plated the food and put it on the table, he sat down at his plate across from me and started to eat. I told him it was nice of him to make breakfast for my daughter, and for me, but he wouldn’t need to clean anything up because I’d take care of it later. He said thanks for that, since he had to be at work in a couple hours to work the closing shift today, and I still have to go home to shower and change. He seemed to be a very responsible boy for his age.
I finally got down to the discussion that I was wanting to have with him. “Are you ok with Jenn being pregnant with Greg’s baby? Does that bother you?” I asked. “No, not at all,” he said, “Although I honestly expected that you’d want to be the first one to breed her. We talked about it last night, in bed. She said that she wants you to father her next child, and then she’ll have mine . . . if that’s ok with you.” “Yes, of course,” I replied, “if you two are still together in a couple years, I think that you’d make a fine father. You seem to be very caring and responsible, and I like the taste of your cum – that’s important too,” I smiled. The comment made the mood of the conversation much lighter, as he began to smile as we talked and ate.
He told me that Jenn had told him about Bruno. Apparently, she’s talked to everyone about it but me. He said, “When you freaked out on her, she thought you disapproved, so she’s been reluctant to talk to you about it.” I told him that I did initially freak out, but it was because it was unexpected and shocked me, not because I disapproved of what she’d done. He said, “I figured, but you need to tell Jenn that so that she can stop worrying about it.” I thanked him for letting me know, and told him that I’d talk to her about it.
He said that he wanted to introduce his little brother, James, to Sally. They were almost the same age, and James was a lot like him in both looks and sexual adventurousness. I told him that would be up to Glen and especially Sally. He said that he understood, but since Sally was going to be having my baby that he thought I should have a say in it also. This boy was a keeper, and I hoped that his little brother was the same.
By then, we’d finished eating, and he was getting his clothes back on to leave. “Sir,” he asked, “would it be ok if I asked Jenn to be my girlfriend and go steady with me? Not to limit who she’s able to have sex with, that doesn’t bother me, but more of pledging to be there for each other emotionally. And physically, of course. I want to be with her as much as I can physically when I don’t have to be at work, even if it’s time sharing her with others.” “Son,” yes, I called him son as I reached out my hand to shake his, “you always have a place here as long as you keep my daughter happy and keep my mouth full,” and gave him a wink as he took my hand to shake it. As we shook hands, I pulled him to me and embraced him in a hug. “Thank you, dad,” he said, then looked into my eyes and gave me a kiss. A short kiss, but meaningful. He was quickly becoming family. We separated, and he headed out the door to go home and then to work.
After John left, I went to Jenn’s room. She was still laying in bed, texting on her phone, with the empty plate and cup on the nightstand. I asked her if I could take her dishes to put in the sink. She said, “Thank you daddy.” “John and I had a pretty good talk while we ate breakfast,” I told her. “What about?” she asked. “About life, the future, and you,” I said. “What about me? What did he say?” she wanted to know. I sat on the edge of her bed and said, “About how you guys have talked, and that he’s ok with you being pregnant with Greg’s baby, and that he expects the next one to be mine, and that he would like to have one with you also. And how he really likes you and wants to stay with you long term but he doesn’t want to limit who you have sex with. He also said that you think that I disapprove of you letting Bruno fuck you.”
“I’m sorry daddy,” she said, and looked like she was getting ready to cry, “I know I shouldn’t have let him, but it looked so fun. I didn’t know you’d hate me for doing it,” and then she started sobbing. I pulled her into my arms and held her tight, and told her, “I don’t hate you baby. I love you. I don’t have a problem with you fucking anyone, including Bruno, as long as nobody is getting hurt. You just surprised me, and it took me a couple moments to wrap my head around it.” “Really, daddy? Are you sure?” she asked. “Of course,” I reassured her, “I was so turned on thinking about it that I actually came all over myself without even touching my dick. Does that sound like I hate what you did?” “Oh, daddy!” she held me tight and stopped crying, “I love you so much! You’re the best daddy in the world, and I can’t wait for you to plant a baby inside me so that I can be that much closer to you.” “I love you too, baby girl,” I told her, “More than life itself, and I can’t wait to be able to knock you up either, and watch your belly swell with my baby the same way your mother’s belly swelled when she was pregnant with you.”
“Now, let’s get up and stop laying around moping,” I said, “And you can tell me all about where it is that you saw someone having sex with a dog that looked like so much fun that you wanted to try it.” “Oh,” she blushed, “I wasn’t supposed to say anything about that.” “Well, too late now, the cat’s out of the bag,” I said, “so spill the beans.” “You know how you and mom have been divorced for quite a long time?” she asked, and I shook my head yes. “She would get lonely, just how you used to get lonely, but you had me,” she explained. “OK, and?” I prodded her. “She lives out on the ranch, and there’s nobody else around, so she decided to get a dog for companionship and protection,” she went on, “The first night that she got Bruno, when she went to bed he kept jumping up on the bed with her. Even when she pushed him off the bed, he just jumped back up on it. So, she gave up and laid down and went to sleep. She sleeps in the nude, like you do.” “Yeah, I’m the one that got her to start doing that when we were dating,” I told her. “Well, she was having a really good dream, that a guy with a long tongue was eating her pussy,” she continued, “and when she started cumming she woke up and it was Bruno licking her. She knew that she should stop him, but it felt too good to do anything other than lay there and cum on his tongue.” “I can understand that,” I told her, “I’ve been in that situation when you first climbed up on my lap without any panties on.” “So,” Jenn said, “since then he’s been sleeping in her bed every night, and eventually she started returning the favor and then started allowing him to fuck her.”
“And, how do you know all of this?” I asked her. “The first night I was there, I heard a squeal from her room, and I thought she hurt herself, so I got out of bed and went to her room to check on her,” Jenn explained, “And there she was, on all fours on the bed, with Bruno pounding her hard. I stood there shocked, and when she looked up and saw me, standing there in her doorway, naked, she was shocked too. She said that she thought she had locked her door, but wasn’t used to me being there, so she must have forgotten. She tried to get out from under Bruno, but he was holding her tight and his dick had grown too big, which she later said is called knotting, so she couldn’t do anything but stare at me staring at her while he fucked her into an orgasm, which made him cum inside her. She told me after that what sent her over the edge is when she realized that I was naked and I was rubbing my clit while I watched him fuck her, but I didn’t remember even doing it because I was in shock.” “Then you know how I felt to be in shock and not knowing how to react when you sat on my face with a pussy full of dog cum, huh?” I playfully nudged her. “Yeah, I guess,” she said, “But I knew right away that I wanted to see what his cum tasted like, so when he pulled out of her and she slumped over nearly passed out, I crawled into bed with her and started eating his cum out of her pussy.” “How did she react to that?” I asked. “She was too zoned out to care, until she started cumming, and then she pulled my face into her twat and started yelling the about how I was her little whore and that I needed to eat all of the nasty dog cum out of her like a nasty little bitch.” “So,” I said, “that’s where you picked up that language and aggressiveness.”
“Yeah,” she said, “After that, I slept in her room with her and Bruno every night I was there, and she taught me how to take care of his needs and let him take care of mine. She was surprised I was so good at sucking cock for a beginner. I didn’t tell her that I’ve had a lot of practice over the past month. And she was also surprised that I didn’t have a hymen, but said that it was probably from when I’d ride the horses when I’d visited her before, but I didn’t tell her about all the fucking I’ve done since the last time I’d been there either.” “Good girl,” I told her, “I’m glad that your mother is getting her needs taken care of, but I don’t think that she’s ready to know about us, or Glen, or Sally, or even John. And definitely not the baby. At least not yet.” “Ok, daddy, I understand,” she told me. “I’ll let you get back to your texting. I have a kitchen to clean up. John sure makes a mess, but I don’t mind cleaning it up,” I said as I got up and headed out of her bedroom. From behind me I heard her say, “When you’re done cleaning up his mess in the kitchen, I have one he made in here for you to take care of.” “It’s a good thing he has a cute ass,” I thought to myself as I walked away.