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Foursome with My Pregnant Mothers, by Jezebel Rose

1 ~ Daddy March 12th, 2006

“I’m getting married again soon,” Daddy said nervously, and then after a questioning glance into my eyes, he glanced away.

“WHAT?” I screeched, stunned at his words. Shit, I told myself, I should have known it was coming; he had been dating that bitch Adrienne for six months. Then today when he called me into his den and said he would like to discuss something serious with me I should have guessed.

However, I had thought we were going to have a heart-to-heart about school…or maybe the summer job at his company…or even perhaps a little discussion of my activities with my current girlfriend.

“But what about Mother?” I demanded.

“We’re divorced son. Your Mother and I have to move on.”

“Move on to fucking where? Christ Daddy, you are sixty-two. She’s a girl,” I accused.

“Jackson, she’s a university graduate. Twenty-three,” Daddy said softly, knowing how many his words had hurt me.

It had never really occurred to me that Daddy would remarry, especially to someone like Adrienne. Nevertheless, given his history, I should not have been surprised. He had always preferred young girls. He had married for the first time at eighteen, a college freshman who knocked up his girlfriend in his second month on campus. Then married her, and over the next five years had somehow graduated with a degree in business and had three daughters while starting a company that supported them all.

At forty, with his youngest child, my half-sister, seventeen, he had only walked out. Two years later, he married Mother, a sixteen-year-old high school junior. Neither Mother nor Daddy had ever adequately explained how they had met and fallen in love, but apparently, they had.

My sister Tatyana was born a year later…then I, Justin Morrison yr., or Jackson to everyone, his first son, came along another year later in November 1987. He had stuck around until I was sixteen and then he left us. Actually, he had been a good Daddy while he was there. However, in moving, he had broken my Mother’s heart. In addition, this latest news was not going to help her any in getting it all back together.

For the last two years, I had been spending my time between two houses just over a mile apart, a week with Mother followed by a week with Daddy. It had been a weird experience, but for a horny teenager, it had certain advantages. Like they both spoiled me. I had lots of spending money. Daddy gave me a motorcycle, and I had access to two cars.

In addition, half of my friend’s parents were divorced. Still, it had hurt. It always did. My sister had absolutely refused to live with Daddy, instead, for the first year, she had visited merely him every second weekend or so. Now, a freshman at the University of Florida, she did not even have to do that. It wasn’t so much that she hated him, it was just that she wasn’t prepared to do anything that would hurt Mother any more than she’d already been destroyed.

Daddy informed me the wedding was set for the first weekend in May. “That way Tatyana will be home from school,” he said explaining his choice.

“That’s only six weeks from now Daddy,” I complained while thinking what the fuck does he care when his daughter finishes school, the chances of her coming were slim and none.

“She’s leaving for Europe right after…it was the only weekend that fit,” he said, then added, “I’m hoping you’ll get her to come, son. I know, I know,” he said seeing my grimace, “but I’d sure appreciate it.”

“I’ll try Daddy,” I promised, caught between my love for him and my love for my Mother and sis.

2 – Adrienne March 16, 2006

She knocked on my door the next morning ten minutes after Daddy had left for work.

“I know you’re angry…maybe hate me,” she started after venturing a few feet into the room.

“You got that right,” I interrupted. “Breaking up marriages…fucking old men for their money,” I accused my soon to be new stepmother.

“Liar. I never even knew your father until he’d left your Mother.”

“Christ, you’re twenty-three. Can’t you find somebody to pick on your own age?” Except the truth was that Adrienne Molotov was about the hottest babe, you could hope to find. In addition, smart. She could have had anyone she wanted. In addition, for some reason, she had chosen sixty-two-year-old Daddy. I had had a hard-on for her since the day Daddy had brought her home and introduced her to me three months ago.

I had even lain in bed stroking myself as she and Daddy went at it on the other side of the house. She was a screamer, and even the supposed soundproof construction of Daddy’s new home could not muffle Adrienne’s groans of pleasure as she writhed under his big prick. I had also watched them once. Had watched them late one night, had stood in the darkened hallway outside their room, naked, my throbbing prick in hand, as Daddy had pounded deep inside of her.

I had had to fight myself to stop from rushing into the room and pushing my old man off her and replacing him. My hard cock had finally spurted great gobs of cum against the wall even as Adrienne’s orgasmic screams echoed around me. I knew I still wanted to fuck her even after Daddy’s marriage announcement.

“I want us to be friends. I’ll be your second Mother from now on,” she answered.

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