And someone opens the door

With your cock stuffing the young woman mouth, your son's girlfriend open the door with a shocked expression, her hand covering her mouth as she stumbles backward. "Oh my god," she whispers, her eyes wide with disbelief. You both freeze, Selina's body taut with fear and embarrassment.

Alina with devious home wrecking intent pull out her phone and snaps a few photos before you can react. "What the fuck?" You roar, your hand shooting out to grab the phone, but she's too quick. She darts out of the room, the door slamming shut behind her. Selina's eyes go wide with terror, and she starts to scramble off the bed.

You feel fear and rage surge through your veins as you jump out of bed, your cock still hard from the intense fucking session. "Get dressed," you bark at Selina, your voice cold and commanding. She scurries to comply, her eyes wide with terror as she snatches up her clothes and puts them on hastily.

As you both sneak out of the room, you can hear the murmurs of a heated argument in the hallway. Your heart races as you recognize Alina voice, mixed with the panic of Selina's mother and the anger of your son. You know you're in deep shit, but you can't let it show. You pull Selina along with you, making your way to the front door, trying to escape before the situation escalates further.

But it's too late. Your son, face red with rage, blocks your path, his fists clenched at his sides. "What the fuck are you doing, Dad?" He spits out, his eyes darting between you and Selina. You can see the betrayal in them, and it cuts deeper than any knife. "You are cheating on mom."

You push past him as you catch Alina with a winning grin. Alina, standing with a smug expression, holds up her phone with the photos of you two caught in the act, a weapon in her hand. "You're going to regret this," you threaten, your voice low and dangerous. But she just laughs, turning to Selina.

Her mom arrives quickly as she stare you down. "Get the fuck away from my daughter, you disgusting pig." she says, pointing a shaking finger at you. The room is a whirlwind of accusations and recriminations, but you can't ignore the cold, hard facts staring you in the face. Your actions have consequences, and you're about to face the music.

You drive home facing your wife. After today of running behind your wife back, you race home trying to find a way to convince her you didn't to anything wrong.

You are met with the icy stare of your wife as you enter the house. She stands in the doorway, arms crossed, a storm brewing in her eyes. The quiet rage in her stance is palpable, and you know you're in for a hell of a night. "Where have you been?" she asks, her voice calm but deadly.

You try to play it cool, hoping to diffuse the situation with a lie, but the words stick in your throat. You've always been a terrible liar, especially when you're caught red-handed. "I, uh, I got held up at the party," you stumble out, your eyes darting around the room. You can feel the weight of Alina's photos on your conscience.

Your wife's eyes narrow. "It's 2 AM. What the hell happen?" she snaps, her voice laced with something you can't determine. You know she's not buying it, and you start to sweat. You can almost hear the gears turning in her head as she puts the pieces together. She finally get a text from Alina with the photos attached.

She looks at the picture of her husband fucking Selina and the room spins. The betrayal hits her like a ton of bricks, and she feels the bile rising in her throat. "You're a fucking animal," she seethes, her voice shaking with barely contained fury. "How could you do this to me? Get the fuck out of my house."

...

Nine months later you look down at Selina's swollen stomach, a strange mix of emotions churning within you. Pride, guilt, and fear all fighting for dominance. Selina's eyes are shining with excitement, her hand resting protectively over your child growing inside her. Despite the mess you've made of everything, there's an undeniable bond between you two.

You got a divorce from Ava, it wasn't pretty. She had the house, the car, and most of your savings. But what she couldn't take was your pride, or the fact that you had Selina and your unborn child. You moved in with Selina in a little apartment outside of the town.

That night at the party you bred a new life into Selina, and now, as you stand in the cramped apartment that has become your new reality, you can't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. Despite the chaos you've caused, you've found something raw and primal in this new dynamic. Selina, now your girlfriend, looks up at you with a mix of love and apprehension. She's young, now 19 years old, with the burden of a baby, but she's also strong and eager to prove herself.

Hopefully when she get older she won't hold it against you. You think to yourself, trying to justify your actions. Selina, still naked, stands in front of the mirror, her hand tracing the curve of her belly. She's showing, but it's enough to make you feel a pang of something. Is it love? Responsibility? Or just the thrill of knowing you've claimed her in the most primitive way possible?

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