Incest/Taboo Cockolding Dad

"And how much were you hoping to get from them?" she asked once she got her tongue to work again.

"Everything I can get from my husband, as for the company, fifteen million for all the years they knew about it and did nothing, another five for pain and suffering," Gloria stated factually. "And I want a restraining order on them so they can't fire them until the divorce is over."

"I'll have the papers ready to be served next Monday. Until then, do you think you can act like nothing has happened?"

"I can," Gloria nodded. She has been doing such ever since Maverick has come home.

"If you're seeing anyone, put it on the back burner until the papers have been served."

"I'll tell him." Again, Gloria nodded, even though she didn't need to, given how it had been happening underneath Maverick's nose. Seeing how she knew when Maverick had run to Marcum for help. She would have found the lie he told Marcum amusing if it wasn't so pathetic. She knew of all the times Maverick has complained about the smell of the bottled perfume Sophia wore that she had bought to spray the air to trick him into thinking Sophia had just been over when in reality, it was her scent she was covering up. Nonetheless, she knew it was directed at her seeing how she hadn't slept with Maverick since that Saturday. The moment she had left him that night, she removed his filth from her womanhood as fast as she could. Then she proceeded to masturbate, thinking of her son. Gloria knew by next week she would find out if she was pregnant or not. With how much she and Andrew fucked throughout those four days, she knew she was bound to be with child. How that thought put a smile on her face as her hand rested on her stomach as she walked out of her lawyer's office. Praying that fate would smile upon her.

Looking down when her phone went off when she was halfway across the parking lot, scowling when she knew who was calling her. "Yes, Maverick, what is it?" Gloria asked in that same tone she's had ever since his return.

"Just letting you know I'm just going to stay at the hotel close to the airport tonight. Seeing how you wouldn't miss me if I was there anyway."

"I see. Am I going to have to clean up after you?" Gloria asked, speaking to him as if he was a child. She didn't care; the obstacle in the way of her happiness was about to be removed. Plus, she wanted him gone; she was tired of sneaking around just for a quick fuck from her lover. The sooner Maverick was out of the house, the better.

"Jesus?! You don't care where we're headed, do you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Maverick. I thought we were having a civil conversation. Well, have you given me a reason to fight? No, you have not; all you do is come home and bitch and complain about how you're not getting fucked whenever you smell Sophia's perfume," Gloria said with an evil grin on her lips. When most of those times, he was complaining about the times she had just got done cumming on their son's cock. "So, are you stopping at the house to pack your bags or what?"

"No, packed last night, didn't see a reason to go home after work. Already told Andrew about it, so you don't have to worry about telling him. Should I even bother to text you that I landed?"

"No," Gloria answered coldly.

"Alright then, I guess this is goodbye." Unaware of how final those words will be. "For what it's worth, Gloria, I am sorry; the good thing that came out of all of this is Andrew. For his sake, please hold off until his graduation. If you still want to file, go ahead. I just don't want our divorce to distract Andrew from his grades," Maverick spoke, accepting that his marriage was over and there wasn't anything he could do about it. Now more than ever, he needed to get the evidence of her affair. He just hoped Andrew never sees a hint of it.

"On one condition, the moment you're home from work, you stay in that little room of yours, or you can simply move out, whichever, I really don't care which one you choose," Gloria sighed, growing tired of the conversation.

"Fine, I'll stay in the room while looking for a place."

"Why that's marvelous news," Gloria said with a hint of giddiness.

"What the fuck happened to you?"

"Tell Margie I said hello," Gloria said through clenched teeth before hanging up on him.

"Fuck me," Maverick groaned, knowing that tone of hers meant one thing: she knew about the affair. How much she knew, he couldn't say, only that she knew. Leaning back in his chair, knowing at least he's put a damper on her quest to make him pay for another man's baby, given how he's had her followed. So far, the spycams in the house weren't catching anything. Shrugging, turning in his seat and reclining, knowing he couldn't do anything about it anyway. He would just have to pay alimony; however, he just wouldn't officially move out until Andrew was out of school. At least now he doesn't have to sneak around to scratch his itch like he has been doing. "Well, Gloria, you want to be free, then so am I," Maverick mused to the room with a wide smile on his lips.

Those around him noticed a change in Maverick's attitude throughout the day. When it was time for him to clock out as the saying goes, there was a notable spring in his step. They always allot themselves a day for themselves when one of these trips comes up. Little did Maverick Mathews know that he would never make that trip. Unaware that the conclusion of his life was only two short hours away.

Maverick opened his hotel room door at seven o'clock that night only to be met with the flash of a muzzle. Its .22 slug bounced around in Maverick's grey matter, dropping him to the floor. Margie screamed in terror as her enraged, drunk husband stepped over the lifeless body of the now-deceased Maverick Mathews. Trying to flee from him only to be taken hold of by her arms, causing her husband to drop his gun to the floor. Margie tried valiantly to break her husband's grip, only to have fear fueling her limbs as her husband thrust opened the glass sliding door to the room's balcony. Something Maverick loved fucking her on; now it was her conduit to meet her fate. Grabbing, clawing, hitting, doing everything to save her life, yet, those rage-filled limbs of her husband quickly overpowered her. Lifting her off her feet and tossing her over. Her scream followed her down until she landed fifteen stories below. Staring blankly over the railing at his wife's dead body. Then the guilt of the sin he had just committed washed over the man. Turning his body, seeing his dropped weapon laying on the floor.

Knowing he would have to pay for his sins eventually, he would rather pay them off now. Without a second thought, he ambled over, bent down, knowing he was never going to live his life as a cuckold. Praying that the man's family could forgive his transgressions on this night. The bark of his pistol and the thud of his body landing on the floor was the only noise that room would ever hear again.

"Yes, baby, you like the feel of that pussy, don't you?" Gloria cooed lovingly down at her son as she rode him the next morning. Her lover had to start off the day with dumping a hot load into his mother's pussy. Plus, if she was truthful with herself, she needed it, too. However, given how Her son was on break, their morning wake-up fuck was a tad longer, not that she was complaining, mind you. She took delight in going into work, knowing she had a pussy full of her son's lifegiving seed. Angie had told her one morning on the ride to work to stick her finger in her and taste her boy. Which she did, yet Angie wanted her trade as her hand found its way into her panties, noting how Angie savored Andrew's cum.

"Did you always do this in the mornings?" Andrew asked through pants.

"Always," Gloria whispered as she leaned forward and passionately kissed her son.

Leaning against her son's chest as Andrew held her from behind when they stood in the kitchen. Knowing they could be this open since Marcum had removed the cameras the moment Gloria called them about Maverick's trip. Relaxing in the arms of her lover as their eggs fried and their coffee percolated. Wishing she could freeze time at that moment so she could relive it for eternity.

"Andrew?" Gloria spoke softly as she slowly stirred her coffee, her eyes leaving its hot surface to peer at her son as his fork hung in front of his mouth.

"Yeah," Andrew answered before taking his bite.

"You know Angie and Marcum are having a New Years' party, and I was wondering if you'd be my date?" Gloria mused with a warm smile.

"Oh? Does that mean I get to drink that night?" Andrew teased with a playful smirk on his lips.

"Just because you fuck me doesn't mean you can run roughshod over me," Gloria retorted with a flirtatious smirk.

"Spoil sport." Turning his head when a knock came upon their front door. Rising from his seat, as did his mother, noting how she adjusted her robe to hide her body from unwanted eyes. Standing behind his mother when she answered the door. Shock and surprise played along Andrew's face at the sight of two women wearing suits and flashing badges.

"Ma'am, are you Mrs. Mathews?" asked the nearest Detective.

"For the moment, I'm separated from Mr. Mathews," Gloria spoke, clarifying her statement at their looks. "Can I ask why there are two Detectives at my door?"

"Mrs. Mathews, I think speaking inside would be best. It involves your husband." Gloria stepped aside and gestured towards the living room.

"So who's husband came a-calling and is Maverick in jail?" Gloria asked, in a cold, dispassionate tone, lowering herself onto the middle seat of the sofa, glancing at how Andrew sat beside her.

"Why would you think that Mrs. Mathews?"

"He's a cheating bastard; I wouldn't doubt he's been screwing someone since I won't touch him," Gloria spoke like a woman scorned. Seeing the look of understanding in their eyes, then, however, something else played within them as they glanced at one another.

"Mrs. Mathews, I regret to inform you that your husband... died last night in his hotel room." They sat there watching how the news genuinely shocked them for a few moments before seeing their emotions erupting on their faces.

"How?!" Gloria exclaimed, throwing up her arms.

"You're husband was found in the room with a Mrs. Whitmore. It seems her husband found them together..." Those two Detectives gave their condolences after listing off what they found when they arrived on the scene. For the next thirty minutes, after showing the Detectives out and how to make arrangements to accept Maverick's body, she held her son as he cried at the loss of his father. She, herself, felt nothing at the news other than the shock of learning that Maverick was murdered. Any love she had for him died suddenly in that doctor's office. She was surprised that it hadn't happened sooner. However, a thought flared in her mind knowing she could still make use of Maverick when the news of her pregnancy came out.

"I called Sophia to come over to keep you company," Gloria uttered softly, lightly rubbing Andrew's arm as her son laid curled on his bed. She had to work; she was the only one supporting them, so she had to go in, yet she wasn't about to leave Andrew alone either. Pulling out her phone as she backed out of the driveway, knowing she was going to have to get Angie to drive Maverick's car home once she picked up Maverick's belongings from the police; once she got done with her half-day of work given the holiday. Now that she's the breadwinner, she's going to have to put her degree to use to support her, her son, and their child. She only kept the job as a secretary because of the hours it gave her to be home with her son when he was younger. Until he was out of college, she would have to fill the role of the breadwinner.

As she sat at her desk, she called a funeral home to take care of picking Maverick up at the morgue. Then calling Maverick's parents to break the news to them and for them to make arrangements for their son. This surprised them greatly, apologizing for being the bearer of bad news. Informing them of what their son had been doing and why she couldn't take over planning his funeral. They didn't like it but accepted it. Giving them the name and other info on the funeral home so they could make arrangements for Maverick's remains. Promising to have Andrew there for the funeral.

She did feel something when she confirmed that it was indeed her husband when she arrived with Angie to pick up Maverick's belongings, yet that was quickly overtaken by the hate and disgust she held against her cheating husband. Knowing exactly who was in the room with him at the moment of his death. Nonetheless, she had to keep that all hidden, at least until she was well away from the police station.

Stopping by a goodwill bin, dumping all of Maverick's clothing into it after stopping at the hotel to pick up Maverick's car. Gloria knew more would be joining it soon once she got home. The moment she did, she moved about her house removing all the photos that contained Maverick's image in them from their frames. She might not wish to look at them. That didn't mean she would destroy them. No. She couldn't do that. No matter what she felt towards Andrew's father, she couldn't eradicate Maverick's presence completely. Switching out a portrait shot of Maverick with one in a standing frame, placing that frame in her son's room, telling him that his father was still with him. Stopping in her tracks in the hallway outside Andrew's room when she heard voices coming from the master bedroom. Seeing how she took her son by surprise as he just froze in midstride when she appeared in the doorway.

"Andrew, what are you doing?" Gloria asked in an inquisitive light. Not bringing up that the bedroom was far cleaner than she thought Maverick would leave it as.

"Ew! Ew! Ew! Nah-uh, I ain't touching that, Andrew; I like your mom, but I'm not touching your dad's wet, stuck hair..." A small squeak escaped her lips when Sophia walked out of the bathroom.

"I have to agree; no one should have to touch it, Andrew go finish for her," Gloria said, smiling wickedly at her son. Surprise filled her eyes when her son turned about without a word and strode back into the bathroom. "Andrew, honey, what are the two of you doing in here?"

"Wanted to get this room cleaned up before you got home." Andrew's voice echoed off the walls as he unclogged the drain.

"It was a mess," Sophia whispered behind her. "Andrew was moping around ever since you left until he came in here and saw what Maverick had done. We've been cleaning ever since. Always saying Mom doesn't need to deal with this shit," she said with a warm smile at Gloria's quivering eyes.

"Baby, you did this for me?" Gloria cooed in awe.

"Of course, I did; you would have raised Dad from the dead just to kill him again if you saw how this room was. Plus, I needed something to do; I can't cry all the time," Andrew said sadly.

"Oh, baby." Gloria's voice was light as she entered the bathroom. "It's okay, baby, you just hold me," she whispered lovingly as she held her boy, rubbing her hands along his back. "Thank you for cleaning in here; that was very thoughtful," Gloria spoke in an alluring tone, praising her lover for the foresight in doing this chore for her.

"Sophia, do you want to stay the night?" Gloria asked as she and Sophia cleared out Maverick's closet so she could make room for her new lover.

"Really?" Sophia stuttered in shock.

"Mmmhmm," Gloria hummed as she nodded. "After all, you did help clean up this room; you should get some benefit from it," she stated with a seductive smile.

"Would you mind if Andrew drove me home so I can get clothes for tonight and tomorrow's party?" Sophia asked, trying to keep her excitement from her voice. Watching how Gloria pulled out a set of keys from her pocket and then looked to the living room.

"Come with me," Gloria said, slipping around Sophia. "Baby?!" Seeing how his eyes ran over the empty picture frames as he sat on the couch while the TV played, but it wasn't being watched.

"What happened in here?" Andrew asked, looking over at his mother.

"I didn't want to look at your father, not with this new start for us," laying her hand over her stomach, "so I took down the pictures, that way we have space for the family we are starting together, but don't worry, I didn't destroy them. I'd never do that to you," Gloria said, peering at her son in a loving light. "So I placed them in your room, so you can look at them as much as you want."

"Oh, okay, thanks, sorry," Andrew muttered all at once, dropping his gaze.

"Baby, I know you're sad, and I'm sorry I can't take it away from you. That's why I invited Sophia to stay the night with us so we can keep you company. But... she needs you to take her home so she can get some things for tonight and for the party tomorrow," Gloria said, sinking down beside her son.

"We're still going?!" Andrew asked in an agitated tone, thinking partying isn't something they should be doing right then.

"Honey, we don't have to go if you don't want to; we can just stay home and ring in the New Year just the two of us, or three if Sophia would like to come over then," Gloria mused, shooting Sophia a coy smile. Seeing Sophia's face heating when she did.

"Sorry, Mom, just don't feel like celebrating right now," Andrew said sadly.

"Baby, don't you worry about it," Gloria cooed lovingly, placing a kiss on Andrew's temple. "There will be other parties, but Sophia still needs clothes if she's going to be staying with us," she stated, slyly placing the keys for Maverick's car into his. Telling Andrew that it was now his and that he was the man of the house. Hoping that this wasn't too much for her son to handle given everything that has happened.

"Right," shaking off his melancholy, "we won't be gone long," Andrew stated, getting to his feet.

Gloria noted the smile on Sophia's face when Andrew held out his hand to her. Wondering how far the two of them would go. Not that she minded Sophia being in their lives, she did, after all, agree to all of this, so she knew she couldn't complain if Sophia stayed for a long time. Blowing Andrew a kiss when he looked back at her before disappearing out of the front door. Rising from her seat, and walked back to the master bedroom to finish the task at hand. Setting Maverick's items in the guest bedroom until she could have them shipped to his parents' house so they could have anything that she knew held value to him. Then making trip after trip to move her clothes back into the master bedroom then her son's where he was never going to leave it if she had anything to say about it.

The moment Andrew entered Sophia's home, Angie wrapped him in her arms. "I'm sorry, so sorry about your father," Angie said, cooing into his ear as she rocked him. "If you ever need anything, you know you can come to me with anything," she stated, seeing the look in her daughter's eyes at how she held her boyfriend. "I'm always here to relieve any and all stress you might have."

"Mom, I'm staying with Andrew tonight and tomorrow; he isn't up to partying at the moment," Sophia stated, stepping up to Andrew's side and running her hand along his waist, and bringing Andrew into her.

"Of course, of course, I can understand that, and if you ever, I mean ever, need a shoulder to cry on, I'm always here for you," Angie said softly shooting her daughter a taunting look when Andrew's cheeks heated.

"Thanks, Angie, you've always been kind to me," Andrew said bashfully.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Angie cooed softly, batting her eyelashes to him. "Now, how about I entertain you while Sophia packs," she said, looping around Andrew's right arm. "Better hurry, or I might eat your boyfriend up," Angie teased over her shoulder as she led Andrew into their living room. Chuckling to herself as she heard her daughter racing off.

"Hey, man, sorry about your Dad," Bret uttered his condolences when his mother and Andrew drew near.

"Thanks," Andrew said in a distant tone as he lowered himself down onto the sofa. Feeling Angie's hand on his back when she moved in time with him.

"Shh... you just rest your head on my chest," Angie cooed lightly, seeing her son rolling his eyes at her. Sticking her tongue out at Bret, it wasn't her fault she couldn't stop teasing Andrew. To her mind, he was rather cute. Plus, she loved how he responded so bashfully to her flirtations. "Do you remember how you had those in your hands and mouth?" she asked, referring to her breasts and their threesome. A seductive smile formed on her lips when Andrew nodded his head against her chest. Feeling his hot breath through her shirt. How she wanted, at that moment, to climb onto his lap and ride him on her couch, all so Andrew could pour his grief into her.

"I'm ready, Andrew." Sighing in her mind when her daughter's voice filled the air once Sophia had reappeared. Knowing she was going to have to wait to get her second ride in and she wanted it so bad!

"Remember, if you or your mother needs anything, I'm always here for the two of you," Angie said sweetly, holding Andrew's face in her hands. Seeing Andrew nod in understanding. "Now you and your mother take care of yourselves," she spoke in a soft whisper before placing a kiss on Andrew's cheek close to his mouth.

"What are you playing at, Mom?" Bret asked, looking over at his mother when the front door closed.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Angie said aloofly.

"Andrew. What's your deal with him?"

"Oh, is my son jealous?" Angie asked with a coy smile.

"Hardly. I have a bigger dick," Bret said with a cocky smile.

"You really think that's what matters?" Angie intoned, casting her son a look telling him she wasn't amused.

"Well, yeah?! I don't see why you're all over Andrew when I've been up inside of you..." Bret had a shocked look on his face when his mother slapped him.

"Now I can understand why Andrew doesn't like hanging around you," Angie sighed in disgust. "I'll tell you now, that dick you think is sooo big, isn't all that big," she said in a cold tone. "It might be physically, but when it's paired with your attitude, it might as well be an inch. I, for one, won't sleep with you until you fix that."

"What?! You just can't cut me off!" Bret roared, surging from his seat.

"I can, and I just did. To you fucking is just that; to us, women, sex is more than just a physical release. Until you understand that you won't have any meaningful relationships, just one night stands," Angie said, looking up at her son.

"And what's the problem with that?!" Bret yelled. Not used to being denied when he's been getting it regularly. Not enjoying the sigh that escaped his mother's lips.

"Foolish boy," shaking her head, "maybe I shouldn't have slept with you; it seems to have given you a false sense of pride," Angie said weakly. "You might be able to get a woman off, but in here," patting her heart, "you'll be no more than a human dildo to your partner, seeing how all you see women as is nothing more than a means of getting your dick wet."

"Come on, Mom! It isn't like I'm going to be marrying anyone anytime soon!" Bret exclaimed, throwing up his arms.

"Doesn't matter, Bret, the way you act now will affect you years down the road. Your attitude is what makes you who you are, and son, I don't say this to hurt you, but if I saw you on the street and you weren't my son, and if you tried that cocky shit, gloating about how big your dick is," Angie said, making a spectacle of herself. "I would keep walking. No lie. Just because you have what you have doesn't mean women want one." Seeing the genuine shock in her son's eyes. "A woman's pussy is only five to seven inches deep, depending on the woman. And what you have there," waving dismissively at her son's crotch, "will send most of them running. Especially with the way you just jam it in there, do you really think women like that?" she asked, shooting her son a look. Seeing how he honestly thought they did. "No, we do not," shattering her son's delusions, "I put up with it because you're my son, and trying to get you to change never worked."

"But I..."

"Son, if a woman says stop, you're hurting me, slow down, you fucking stop! What part of stop do you not fucking understand!" Angie yelled, rising from her seat. "How many times have I uttered those words to you?! Huh?" Seeing her son's face paling at the venom of her words. "How many times son, come on, it shouldn't be hard. I tell you how many," she went on when her son remained silent, "every fucking time! Do you know how many days of pain you caused me! Huh? Do you?! Do you even fucking care?! Or is your only focus getting off and not a damn care about the woman you're with?"

"Mom... I..."

"Just go to your room," Angie said, waving Bret off.

"I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't mean for you to be in pain," Bret said as he stood in the doorway of the living room. "I just thought I was doing good and getting you off like I love seeing. Can I ask what Andrew has that I don't?"

"He makes love to me; you just fuck me, there's a huge difference," Angie stated matter-of-factly. "If you even looked at me even remotely like Andrew does, then I'd be all over you too, but you don't. You just look at me like you want to fuck, he looks at me, at me, Bret, like he wants to make love to me, not just plunge his cock into me without a care of my own needs. You, son, only think with that cock of yours and what you can get out of sex. That's the difference between the two of you," she spoke, crossing her arms along her chest. She did feel for her son as he walked off with his head hung low; however, it was better for him to hear this now from her than when he went off to college.

Later that night...

"I think we better head to bed," Sophia whispered into Andrew's ear.

"But it's not... oh," Andrew finally caught on when he saw the look in Sophia's eyes that told him sleeping was not what she was thinking about. Looking over as his mother rose from beside him and held out her hand to Sophia.

"Come, Sophia, let's go get ready for Andrew," Gloria uttered in a warm tone.

"You're going to love this," Sophia purred before sliding off the couch, walking hand in hand with Gloria towards the master bedroom.

While Andrew was deeply saddened by his father's passing, he was a horny teenager after all. He wasn't about to pass this up. Ignoring his mother's smirk when he entered the bedroom after them before his mother shut the bathroom door. Andrew's clothes went flying... stopping himself, quickly picking up his discarded garments and hastily shoving them into the hamper. He didn't want to ruin this night by setting off that pet peeve of hers. Crawling along the bed to the middle of it. Situating himself, feeling his cock rising at what was to come. His fingers tapped on his thighs as he listened to the light chatter that was taking place in the bathroom. Glancing down when his cock flexed at his mother's and Sophia's giggles that played through the door. Then his ears perked as he heard the light smacking of lips.

"Oh, Gloria!" Andrew's head snapped to the right as Sophia's moan put his already horny mind into overdrive. "God, your fingers feel so good!"

"Thank you, this isn't my first time with a woman, you know?"

"Mom didn't say how good you were, though!" Andrew's cock swelled to its max hardness at the sound of Sophia's wail.

"I wonder if your pussy tastes just as good as your mother's; let's find out." Andrew quickly sprung to his knees, turned around, and pressed his ear to the wall so he could hear better.

"Oh, fuck me! Yes! Eat my black pussy!"

"I wonder why she doesn't say it like that to me," Andrew mused to himself. Quickly reaching over for a Kleenex before his pre-cum dripped down onto his mother's pillow. "What are they doing in there?!" he hissed low as he heard his mother's pants of lust through the wall. Then he heard that squeal he knew all too well, the squeal that his mother had just came. Scrambling back to his former position so they wouldn't know that he was listening through the wall as the doorhandle for the bathroom began to turn. His used Kleenex fell into the wastebin in time as the door inched open. Sophia didn't say a word to him as she ambled over to the bed, that taut ass in the air as she crawled across the bed and inhaled his cock. "Oh, fuck!" Andrew groaned as Sophia's head rocked on his pole. Feeling the bed shifting, peering up through his eyelashes as his mother's cunt filled his view.

"Oh, Andrew! That's it, baby, taste that pussy of yours; it has missed your tongue all day long," Gloria cooed, leaning her head back, her hair brushed along her lower back as Andrew wasted no time in pleasuring her womanhood. "God, Andrew, you're getting so good at eating my pussy," she moaned low as her fingers weaved through strands of his hair.

"I need this cock," Sophia growled in want as she threw her leg over Andrew's waist. Taking hold of the base of his cock, pointing it right at her sweet opening. Humming in contentment as she slid down his pole. Feeling her walls wrapping around that hard rod of his. "Yes, baby, fuck me," she pleaded in need as Andrew thrusted his hips in time with her plunges. Her hands pressed down on Andrew's stomach as her juices glistened along his length as she glided along his beard-splitter. Hearing his muffled moans from around his mother's cunt as she moved her hips in a circle, stirring his cock deep within her womanhood. Her hands took hold of Gloria's ass to keep her from falling as she came on her son's tongue.

"Thank you, Sophia," Gloria panted, knowing she wouldn't be still upright without her. It was always the same, not that she was complaining; her son gave her the most explosive, best orgasms she has ever had.

"You're welcome," Sophia replied with a smile, feeling Andrew's cock sliding out of her hot peach as she moved to take Gloria's spot.

"Now, let's put you back where you belong," Gloria cooed down as she grasped Andrew's slick rod and positioned it before her entrance. "God, you feel so good inside of me, Andrew," she gasped as she felt his cock flexing in her hot canal. "You love the feel of my pussy, don't you, baby?" Gloria smiled as his 'Mmmhmm' was muffled by Sophia due to her pussy taking command of his mouth.

As the hour passed and another was waning, the moans of all three filled that somber home on that chilly Tuesday night. Andrew laid there spent and drained, wondering how he would support his mother and the child she hoped for on nothing but what he made when he sold a picture. He knew he needed to step up, yet the question remained, how? Were they going to have to move? Switch schools? These questions plagued Andrew's mind as he laid there wide awake while his mother and Sophia dozed against him. He knew the first thing once New Year's was over was job hunting. Tomorrow he would have to put his portfolio together and see about doing some part-time work for one of the photography studios in the city. Andrew just hoped there were some positions available for him.

"What's the matter, baby?" Gloria whispered after waking from her orgasmic induced nap.

"Just thinking," Andrew mumbled.

"What about?" Gloria asked, snuggling closer to her lover.

"The house, you, the baby that might be on its way, how we're going to afford all this without Dad," Andrew sighed, feeling the weight of adulthood pressing down on him.

"Oh, we won't be hurting for money; you're father had a life insurance policy that should keep us afloat for a bit until I win my lawsuit, then when I do, we'll just live off the interest of it and only work if we really want to," Gloria said with hopefulness in her voice. She knew they had an ironclad case, yet the jury still might side with Maverick's company if it went to trial. Which she doubted it would. Still, it wouldn't hurt to have backups in case it didn't turn out like she hoped it would. "You just focus on your schoolwork, taking care of my hormonal self and me, and our baby," she cooed, hugging her son close to her. "I'll take care of our money flow, don't you worry. I'm not about to let my babies down," Gloria sighed in bliss; knowing she was about to have what she wanted, she could feel it.

Tuesday, a week later...

Gloria sat beside her lawyer in the conference room of the top floor of the building that housed the company that her dead husband worked for. She knew they had been served early yesterday morning, given how her lawyer called her about it. She just didn't think she would hear anything back from them so soon.

"This is good, don't let this get you nervous," her lawyer whispered to her. However, that only made her grow more agitated as the seconds passed.

"They said nine o'clock," Gloria muttered low.

"This is just a stall tactic to get us off guard and on edge so they can trip us up. Just relax and keep calm, picture that new man you're with."

Gloria had to admit, picturing Andrew fondling her breasts as he fucked her on the kitchen table when she was at the peak of her ovulation did calm her nerves. Feeling how her thighs rubbed together as that afternoon played out in her mind. Recounting how his cum felt as it flooded her womb. To how when midnight drew near, she snuck into Andrew's bedroom and awoke him with a blowjob and a hot, silent, steamy twenty-minute fuck. She knew Maverick gave Andrew a curious glance in the morning; undoubtedly, he had smelled the perfume she had sprayed afterward. Gloria had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from having that smug smirk appearing on her lips that she felt was forming at the time. Turning her head when the double doors to her left opened. Looking curiously at the door when she heard a woman shouting to someone about someone else being barred from her building.

"Please forgive me, I wasn't trying to be late for this. I know how you must be terribly busy given everything, so I'll keep this as short as possible." Gloria watched how that strange, middle-aged woman strolled up to the table with a quizzical look in her eyes. "On behalf of myself and my company, I offer you my sincerest apologies for the pain this company has caused you to endure. This is why I created that clause, so events like this don't happen." Gloria noted how the woman held out her right hand to her side.

"And who are you, again?" Gloria asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Mary McFly, owner of this company. We get hundreds of lawsuits a year; most are bogus; however, when a suit like yours comes in, it gets red-flagged, and a copy is sent to my headquarters. Most, unlike yours, are bogus as well, but unlike theirs, you had proof. Nice touch. This should be enough, wouldn't you think?" she mused, sliding a thirty million dollar check across the table's surface. "Think of it as a thank you for the wake-up. Seems I need to have a look at the other branches." Gloria glanced up at Mary's light touch on her hand. "I am sorry to hear about your loss; you have my deepest sympathies."

"Thank you, Mrs. McFly; I do hope this is just an isolated event," Gloria replied; her mind was still in a clusterfuck at the feel of the check in her hand.

"I pray you're right. Now, I must be going; I have a branch to restructure. It was a pleasure meeting you. Nancy?"

"Yes, Mrs. McFly?"

"Please, escort our guests to the elevators and after that have Brian report to the branch manager's office," Mary ordered.

"Yes, ma'am," Nancy nodded.

"You two ladies have a blessed day," Mary departed with a friendly smile on her lips.

"What the fuck just happened?!" Gloria muttered in a befuddled tone.

"You won, they settled; let's get out of here before they change their minds."

Gloria couldn't remember how she got to the bank or how that multi-million dollar check, minus the ten percent for her lawyer, got deposited into her account. She's been on autopilot ever since Mary slid that check to her. Now, as the haze lifted, an abundance of giddiness exploded outwards. Her shriek could be heard through her windows as she danced in her seat. Knowing that now she could switch over to part-time hours and put her degree to use on her days off. Her children would always be taken care of. Always.

Her hand went to her stomach as her body felt... off. Her mind raced when she didn't feel sick, just off. "No, it's too soon to know," Gloria muttered to her car. "Or is it because I've already had a child before?" she mused aloud. Her dance renewed at the thought of what might be. "It couldn't hurt to pick up a test; if it's negative, it's only a week and a half till my period. If it doesn't come, then I'll pick up another," Gloria said to herself. Starting her car and backing out of her parking space. Praying that Fate would be kind to her as she headed off in hopes of starting a new chapter in her life.

"Gloria?!" Andrew called out from the living room. "Could you come here for a minute? It's important."

"Baby, what's... who are you, and why are you in my living room?" Gloria asked the moment her eyes fell on the strange man sitting across from her son.

"Peter Strong, yes, I know how that sounds," he joked as he introduced himself.

"Hello, Peter, and why are you in my house?" Gloria asked once again.

"If you will have a seat, your boyfriend here was kind enough to allow me to wait inside until you got back. I have something very important to give you," Peter uttered in a friendly tone.

"Okay, but you aren't my insurance guy, so what could be so important to give me?" Gloria asked, lowering herself down beside her son on the couch. It wasn't lost on her that the man's eyes flickered low to her bag as it came to rest beside her. "I'll tell you later," she whispered, patting Andrew on his thigh when he too peeked at what she had bought.

"The last will and testament of William Humphreys, Margie's husband," Peter clarified when he noted their blank looks.

"And why would I want that?" Gloria inquired suspiciously. She did know him, just not by name; she didn't stay long enough for names to be exchanged. All she did was give him the name of who she was married to at the time and telling him to get a good lawyer as she handed him the copy of their spouse's affair.

"Because five days before what transpired, Will came to me as his lawyer to change his will. Seeing how he had no living relatives or children, he left you his estate to repent for his sin towards you, his words. However, he asked me as a friend to personally see to it that it got to you," Peter said, opening up his leather binder and pulling out the copy of the will, a check for twenty million, and instructions on how to access the account the sale of his friend's real estate holdings would be transferred into. Getting to his feet when he rushed into action as Gloria fainted only to be bested by her boy toy for the month. Sighing in his mind, thinking that would have given him the perfect opening to make his move on Gloria. "Might as well leave; at least I won't hit traffic," Peter muttered in his mind. "Hey, I'm going to head out; when she wakes up, give her this," handing Andrew his card, "if she has any questions tell her; don't hesitate to call," he said, hoping that she would. "I'll see myself out."

Gloria jolted awake, scrambling and pressing herself deeper into the back of the couch when her blurry eyes finally focused on the marker in her son's hands. "Andrew, you better not have drawn on me?!" Gloria spoke in a stern motherly tone as her son knelt before her. "What did you do?!" Her face heated as her son's eyes looked away like he always did when she's caught him doing something he shouldn't. Her hand reached behind her, plucking one of the picture frames from the table that sat against the back of the couch only to have her son burst out in laughter as she peered at her reflection in it. "You ass!" Gloria chided playfully with a slap on his chest.​