What Michael Knows Ch. 01

"I don't know yet," she whispered, reveling in his smell. "If I keep the baby, I'll have to convince Nathan that his vasectomy failed. I once read about it. If I don't keep it, I'll have to hide an abortion, which could be difficult."

He shifted behind her. Without fail, anytime Stephanie was in his arms in this position, he inevitably got hard. Even with this incredibly serious moment, he could feel his cock rising. He tried to think about anything else. This was not the right time to want to do naughty things with her. But his tool wouldn't listen.

Stephanie felt it and chuckled. "Really?"

"Sorry," he said. Well, the cat was out of the bag so he tried to refocus the conversation. "We could, ya know, raise the baby together."

She turned with a look of confusion. Noticing how serious he looked back at her - despite the cock that was poking into her ass - her look turned from puzzlement to pity. "Baby," she whispered, turning over to face him. "You know that's not possible, right?"

"But we can! I'm serious. Listen, I know it won't be easy, but I can get a job. I'll almost be done with my junior year once the baby comes. I could split up the rest of the my classes over two or so years and work full time and..."

He had been thinking about it and that was clear. This didn't just come from the idea of raising a child together. He wanted to make it work with them. She felt bad for him. She would never allow him to deal with all of this. He had his whole life ahead of him.

Stephanie put her hands on each side of his face and kissed him. He was in the middle of still trying to appeal to her that he could be a provider, but he was never one to ignore a beautiful woman kissing him. She remembered how he had been so tentative at this before. Now, he took over with confidence. That was her work, she was not so humble to admit. I did that.

Pushing against her shoulder, Stephanie fell flat against the bed as he moved on top of her. A growl escaped his throat, which only made her purr in response. Her arms slid under his upper torso to move around his slim midsection, hooking themselves onto his back as her legs widened. She had left her husband to go see him, scared of what he might say about the fetus that was maybe the size of a lentil bean. She was no more sure of what she would do than she had been when she woke up, but his response still calmed her.

Their tongues slid into one another's mouth, playing mischievously with the other while she could feel his arousal pressing against her. She moaned into his mouth - trying to stifle herself the best she could because his shared walls were not nearly as thick as they needed to be. Nevertheless, she wanted nothing more than to let go. Like she had the day he likely impregnated her. She yelled and screamed that day, saying all the nasty, dirty things she typically only told him a hushed whisper or through a Facebook message. Maybe she could do that again soon.

He broke the kiss, earning a disappointed whimper from Stephanie. Both breathed heavily through their mouths. His cock pressed even harder against her, almost dry-humping her. She licked her lips and grinned.

"Can we...?" he asked - seemingly struggling with the right way to pose his question. "I mean, with you pregnant..."

Stephanie didn't mean to laugh, but couldn't hold it back. God, I sometimes forget how young and dumb he is.

"Sweetie, it's fine. I can't get more pregnant. You'll be fine."

He nodded his head and kissed her again. One of his hands moved down to push his boxers down, the material struggling a bit to free his steel-like rod, before falling down his thighs. Stephanie was still in her night gown, having left in a hurry when she went to see him. She pulled it up, the fabric balling up on her tummy. After consideration was given to pushing her panties down, she merely pulled them to the side.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck your slut."

That was another difference. With Nathan, she was much more reserved. But her younger partner loved her dirty mouth. He couldn't give enough and she got considerable thrills each time she let harsher vulgarities escape her mouth. The kind of things even if she felt loosened up by alcohol, she still couldn't say to her husband.

"Stick that cock in me. Make me cum," she said, her nails digging into his bag. He winced, but wasn't surprised. He loved when she was like this.

Grabbing his cock by the root, he slid it up and down her folds, earning a hiss from her. She trembled in anticipation. Still, he teased, slapping her pussy with his hard dick. The second slap landed perfectly against her throbbing clit and she stifled a moan by crushing her mouth against his broad shoulder, biting slightly.

As she rested her head back, he gave her a shit-eating grin he would have never felt capable of giving a woman only a year before. That was even more true with a woman as beautiful as Stephanie Ball. But she didn't want teasing. She wanted his impressive cock inside her shaven cunt and his efforts so far were merely torture.

"When I give you an order, young man," she said, adopting a motherly tone that often turned him on even more. Stephanie followed by capturing his right nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She twisted the nub prompting him to bite his lip and moan. "I expect you to follow it. Now, fuck me!"

Her command was made in a harsh whisper, yet he nodded in response. Stephanie relaxed her grip on his nipple and prepared for one of her favorite feelings - of his cock pushing slowly into her. She hated to admit it - she wouldn't even tell him no matter how many times he asked. But he was not only bigger by at least an two inches (Stephanie felt that was a conservative estimate) but also much wider than her husband. She tried not to compare the two, but there was simply no denying that her husband simply couldn't satisfy her like this. Not with just his penis.

One of his arms was to the right of her head and she turned and tried to lower the volume of the moan that was impossible to contain as it traveled out of her throat. She tried not to bite, but likely left an impression as his cock slowly, but purposely, bottomed out in her waiting honeypot. She felt so full with him back where he belonged.

He looked like a strong God to Stephanie hovering over her as he started to move his tight ass up-and-down, sliding deep within her with each downward movement. They locked eyes, his baby blues piercing into her. His mouth opened, not to say anything, but to let small moans and grunts escape. He was still a few months away from being legally allowed to drink - nearly exactly half her age. Stephanie had laughed at the idea that she could attract a man so young even if she was, as they say, a MILF. But she had been wrong.

They both were fully aware of the time crunch they saw themselves in. He wanted nothing more than to take his time, to explore Stephanie's body. On particular interest was the way she would beg him "please" as he drank from the growing pool of her own juices. He never could tell if she was begging him to not stop or to move up to mount her.

But they had no time for that. Nor how she could expertly suck his cock. She spent months watching pornography focused on deep-throating. She scoured the internet for articles on advice. When he was away, she even practiced on a dildo that she hid from her husband. He wasn't upset she had sex toys - they sometimes involved them during sex. But she worried what Nathan might think if he saw the nine-inch, thick dong she had bought privately.

But her improved technique and his penchant for coaxing multiple orgasms with his tongue and fingers would have to wait. The sun would start to rise in minutes, brightening the bedroom where her husband slept.

"Fuck me, baby," she whispered. "I need your cum. Fill me!"

He reacted by quickening his motion, sawing back-and-forth into her slit. The veins of his dick rubbed against the velvety walls so deliciously, driving her wild.

Grabbing the heels of each of her feet, she spread her legs as wide as her 40+ year old body would allow. His hands slipped from the bed to her upper thighs as he sat up straight. He drove into her hard like that, meeting each stroke of his body by pulling her to him at the same time. The slaps of flesh filled the room and normally, she would worry about being discovered. Now, Stephanie only wanted to orgasm hard on his cock. Wanted his seed to spurt deep within her.

"Yes, do it! Fuck me! Take me! I'm yours!"

Sweat started to trickle from his shaggy hair, the drops flying everywhere as he fucked her hard. Some of his salty sweat fell on her and it almost made her want to be covered in his juice once more. That, like so many things, would have to wait. She still needed to get back to her husband.

"I'm so...so close...so fucking close!"

She felt the tremors. Her orgasm was building to a crescendo. Soon, it would break through and set her whole body alive. She grabbed a pillow and bit down on it. Seeing her so ready to pop made him frantic, grabbing her legs rougher and drilling her whole with long, quick, and oh-so-hard strokes of eight-and-a-quarter inches of cock.

For a moment, Stephanie wondered what noises she was hearing. They sounded like two animals fighting outside his window. Then it dawned on her that she was making those noises through clinched teeth, muffled by the pillow. I'm sorry, Nathan, she thought to herself. I wish the sex was bad. I was he didn't make me cum harder than you. I wish he wasn't bigger than you. I wish my body didn't feel like it was more alive with him than it ever was with you.

The dam broke.

A wave rocked her body violently before it was followed by tremors that seemed to radiate from her pussy throughout her whole body down to her toes and all the way through the few gray hairs on her head that gave her so much anxiety. She didn't know how much sound was actually muffled by the pillow because she made plenty, even as she told herself to keep it quiet. Her body thrashed and convulsed as her orgasm overtook every sense of consciousness.

She could see white in her eyes as she bit down harder. He kept fucking her, his own orgasm pending as the walls of her cunt shut tighter around him, begging him to join this orgasmic bliss. He couldn't hold back, though she had trained him to be a better lover over the last several months. He stroked into her forcefully, holding onto her legs as the rest of her body shifted to the left and right on his bed.

Finally, with a grunt, the hot liquid could no longer be held back. Cum spurted from his cock in sharp waves, each explosion also getting a grunt to accompany them.

Her eyes shut open as she felt him blow inside of her. She missed how much he could fill her - not just with his length, but with his load. The condoms had not been enjoyed by either party, but with her pregnant, he could again fill his impressive volume fill her to the brim. The feeling of his orgasm and thought of just how much cum was being delivered rocked her body with yet another tremor.

His cock continued to slosh into her in spastic strokes, the spurts trickling to just a few drops by this point. His eyes had closed tightly once the orgasm begin. Finally, they opened slowly as his dick made shallower stabs into her boiling cunt.

He made a half-smile that warmed Stephanie's heart before slipping from her body. He moved back to allow her to drop her legs, tired from being stretched like they were. She nodded toward the other side of the bed and he laid next to her. His arm came around her midsection as she remained flat against the bed, hyper-aware that a wet circle was almost certainly developing beneath her rump as their combines juices leaked from her pussy.

They caught their breath as their hearts slowed and their genitals stopped rocking. She turned her head to view the clock radio from the nightstand. Nearly 5:30. Her husband's alarm would sound off in just a half-an-hour.

"I need to get back," she said. She wasn't really panicked. Part of her was actually annoyed. She wanted nothing to curl up next to the younger man, his arm over her. Holding her. Protecting her. Claiming her.

Immediately, Stephanie admonished herself. Nathan was a great man and an even greater husband and father. He had done nothing wrong here and never deserved his status as a cuckold. He loved her and she loved him. I have already fucked up so much. The least I could do is not be bothered by the idea of sharing bed with the man who has supported and loved me for over twenty years.

"I wish you could stay," he said while his hand moved up to lift her large, still heaving breast through her nightgown.

"Believe me," she whispered. She looked at him and kissed him warmly on the lips. "I want that, too, but it's not possible. Nathan will be waking up soon."

She slipped from his grasp and pushed herself off the bed. Stephanie's knees seem to buckle as her legs felt like jelly. She fiddled with her panties, getting them in the right place and noticing that they were, predictably, absolutely drenched. She rubbed her now sticky hands against her nightgown and turned back to the bed.

Immediately, Stephanie had to fight the temptation to crawl back into bed with him. He was still laying on his side. He didn't have Nathan's beer belly. His body didn't show any signs of sag. And his fat tool was no longer hard, but was still quite enticing - especially with the way the helmet shined due to the light hitting the still damp juices on his cock.

But the urge was defeated and Stephanie moved to the door.

"Maybe I'll bring you some breakfast after everyone leaves," she said as she reached the door and looked back.

"Can't wait."

It took everything in her body to not skip away from his door.

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The Present

She knocked on Michael's door softly. It was just after 9:00. Her husband had first fell asleep in his recliner after dinner. Minutes before, she had stirred him awake long enough to get him to bed. Bella was sleeping peacefully in her bassinet a few feet away from their bed.

Down the hall, she prayed that Lyssa stayed in her room. She arrived home about an hour before after her shift at a local restaurant. While it wasn't the most unusual thing - a mother talking to her son before bed - Stephanie still wanted to make sure she controlled just how many people knew about this secret meeting.

Michael gave her the all-clear to enter and she quickly, but silently, slid into his room and closed the door behind her. He was playing Fortnite, an annoying common occurrence over the last several months. His friends would often all be on at the same time and would team up, trying to beat the other teams and get another sought-after victory royale. All of these little useless facts had been drilled into her head by her youngest son and likely pushed out more important knowledge from her limited brain-space. Between Jacob's World of Warcraft character information and Michael's Fortnite "strats," she was more versed in video game knowledge that she had ever wanted to be.

"Dropping Tilted again? Fuck, let's try something new," he said through the microphone from the gaming headset. It was a gift from Christmas - a far-more expensive replacement to the simple headset he had.

Stephanie didn't approve of the language, but wasn't going to push that issue right now. She sat down at his unmade bed as he played yet another round. She had seen the game enough to know that this was just the beginning of a round and she didn't want to frustrate him by forcing him to end a round prematurely.

"Taking hits," he hissed. "Fuck, Zach, where are you?"

She couldn't help but roll her eyes. Getting so upset about a dumb video game.

"Shit!"

"God dammit, I need help!"

"Fuck me. Thanks for landing at Tilted with the entire fucking server guys. Super smart plan!"

She sighed, prompting Michael to turn to see her "Mom stare." He shrugged his shoulders, but gave a small smile.

"Sorry, just pissed off. I'm going to log off, calm down, and get some sleep."

He grabbed his headset to take it off, but stopped in mid-motion as if he was listening to something intently. The chuckle that followed made Stephanie feel better. At least he wouldn't take his anger out on her.

"Good advice, Billy. Maybe I'll do that. You got any pics of your Mom from the beach trip to help me along?"

Moments later, he finally exited the game and placed his headset on the desk. Turning to face his mom, he stood up and stretched. She tried to not do it, but Stephanie couldn't help but marvel at how put together he was. He was a couple of inches shorter than his brother, but years of high-competitive sports had shaped Michael's body. Jacob was certainly in shape and liked to jog nearly every day, but Michael's body was muscular. He was wearing a "wifebeater," a horrendous name for the white tank top that clung to his upper torso. Yet, she couldn't help but admire the ripples from his strong arms. Nor could she ignore the abs that the shirt did little to hide.

She looked back up, noticing her looking down at her with that shit-eating grin that she was convinced would get him punched one day. Turning her head away as she willed herself to not blush, she took a deep breath before saying, "I would like to address a couple of things from today."

Stephanie dared to look back at him and he was still grinning. But he played ball and took a seat next to her. His presence, along with his bold moves throughout the day, both made her uneasy and excited her. The last fact worried her tremendously.

"First off, I don't think it's appropriate for you-"

"I'll stop you there, Mom," Michael said.

Unlike with her other son, Stephanie could tell she was not going to control things quite so easily. Jacob often was willing to do whatever she wanted. If she wanted to talk, he would listen. If she wanted him to explain his feelings, he would do his best to do just that. Jacob had become more confident in himself since going to college, but he was still putty in his mother's hands.. Michael, though, he was different.

"Sure, I touched you 'inappropriately.'" The finger-quotes were unappreciated by Stephanie, but she was happy that he understood that what he did in grabbing her was wrong. "But you're here for the other reason, right?"

She didn't know if the question was rhetorical so she didn't ask him to clarify.

"You're here because you just need to know what I meant earlier."

Softly, in an almost whispered, she repeated the phrase that had rocked her day with feelings of fear, regret, and worse. "I know."

"That's right," he replied with a cockiness in his voice. "What do I know?"

Again, there was little for her to say so Stephanie let this moment play out.

"What did I mean? I bet you spent all damn day thinking about it, didn't you, Mom?"

She didn't give him the satisfaction of even nodding, but Stephanie was also keenly aware that he didn't need her to verify anything.

"It must be something big, right? Something huge? Something - perhaps - potentially life-altering?"

Stephanie stopped breathing and her color disappeared from her face. He does know.

"I won't beat around the bush anymore, Mom. When I said that 'I know,' I simply meant that I know you have been fucking around on your husband. On my father. You've been a very bad girl, Mom."

Tears almost immediately flooded her eyes. She was fucked, that much she was sure of. None of her children were closer to Nathan than Michael. Nathan dreamed of being Michael when he was younger - the cocksure athlete with girlfriends by the bushel and the whole town wrapped around his finger. Her husband got along fine with Jacob and while she had outgrown her Daddy's Girl phase, Lyssa and Nathan rarely were at odds. But Michael was the apple in his eye. He could live vicariously though his son. And for his part, Michael adored his father.