No.

This fits perfectly into James’s plan because he knows that he needs his father not to have an outlet for his lust, so he craves Britney’s pussy. So he texts back.

Well, I really like watching their pussies walking away. It would be kind of nice watching her walk away with you, with her ass exposed. ;)

Yeah, doesn’t that sounds nice? How about she starts leaving her bottoms in the room, and I see to it that they are cleaned and mailed to your house within a few days?

Within seconds his father messages back.

I would really prefer it if she wore her clothes home.

James took his time answering.

What if I let what happened last night happen more often?

It took thirty minutes for his father to answer.

I think that could work.

With those five words, James knew he had won; it was just a matter of time.

Meanwhile, Kimberly nervously lay next to her husband, with her son’s child growing inside of her. She was so nervous that she didn’t even notice that her husband was also awake and texting someone. But for the first time ever, she wasn’t worried about having another man’s child; no, she was concerned about what she just had ‘offered’ the father of her next child. She honestly didn’t know what it meant to ‘consider him in every decision she made.’ But she knew she could bare to be reminded that the man that **** this lifestyle on her, the man that she would have to sexually satisfy forever, and the man whose child she was carrying was her son. No, if she was going to be **** to live this lifestyle, she wanted to do it without being constantly reminded about how sick and perverted it was. Thus she knew that whatever ‘considering him in every decision she made’ met, it had to be worth it to her son.

Thus she didn’t get much sleep, as she spent most of the night stewing in nervousness. She finally managed to get thirty minutes of sleep just as the sun was coming up. Her husband was long gone by the time she got up from her nap. Not that she wanted to see the lying, cheated man anyway.

She slowly rolled out of bed before staring blankly at her underwear drawer for longer than she had ever had in her life. She had a system by which she picked out her underwear. She always placed her freshly washed plain underwear at the bottom of the pile, and For any ‘regular’ day/event, she would take the top one, leaving her small pile of ‘special ones’ untouched to the side. Her hand had reached down for her ‘standard pile’ but was now frozen just an inch above the fabric as she remembers ‘considering him in every decision she makes.’

She thinks, ‘This is a decision, isn’t it.’ Before her eyes glance over to the much smaller pile of five ‘special’ underwear and thinks, ‘He would like it if I wore one of these instead of those, wouldn’t he.’ She slowly moves her hands over to the ‘special pile’ while continuing to think: ‘But if I do wear these more often, I am going to need to buy more...’ She picks the one off the top, which just happened to be a pink lacy flower pattern thong, she slowly slides it up her legs as she thinks ‘I’ll go shopping today on my lunch break than.’ With that decided, she moved on to her closet to pick the outer garments of her outfits. She didn’t know what to pick out to wear, but she did know that whatever it was, it would have to be something that James could tell that she was wearing a thong in since she went through the trouble of actually wearing one. She eventually picked out a black skirt that had two short back cuts and a flower-partnered blouse that hugged her shape just right. But after looking at herself in the mirror, she realizes that her ass had grown a little pick since the last time she wore this skirt. As a result, the back slits of her skirt went a little too high up on her ass. She wanted to let ‘her master’ know she wore a thong today, not the whole world, so she threw on a pair of thin stalkings.

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She finds her family in the kitchen, already halfway through their breakfast. Britney was too disgusted by the fact that she was fucked last night to pay attention to anyone else while her husband’s eyes were too locked on her daughter. Thus the only one that noticed her skirt sliding up her ass, exposing her pink thong as she pulled the milk out of the fridge, was James.

James rushed over and pressed his thumb into her thong-covered pussy while whispering, “Looking good, Kimberly.” James’s quick movement was enough to draw his father’s attention away from envisioning his cock back inside his daughter. “Is everything ok over there?” James steps between his father and mother, blocking his father from seeing his hand, which is still up his mother’s skirt playing with her clit through her thong. “Yea, she just slipped, and I caught her.”

Hearing that everything is ok, James’s father shifts his attention back to his daughter as he softly says, “Oh... ok.” Kimberly could help but notice and be angry at her husband drooling over her daughter’s body as she felt her son’s thumb pressing into her clit. Along with that anger came the happiness from the fact that James did not call her mom, even though he had two chances too. It filled with an odd sense of joy and pride as if he was secretly telling her, ‘excellent job so far.’

Kimberly finishes making her bowl of cereal and walks side by side with James over to the table before sitting down on the seat next to her husband without James ever taking his hand out of her skirt. This is by far the closest she had ever been to her husband, with James still acting as her master and making sexual contact. It further upset her to know that her husband was so focused on his daughter to notice that another man was fingering his wife a foot away from him. She could smell her pussy getting wet, how could her husband not.

James’s free hand grabbed her and pulled it down his pants and to his hard cock. Whether it was the hormones from being pregnant or the fact that James had become quite familiar with her pussy over the past months, he was actually doing a great job fingering her. It took every bit of her concentration to match her pleasure with his with her hand while not letting a moan slip past her lips. As a result, she spent all the breakfast time lifting the same spoon full of bland cereal to her mouth before setting it back down in the bowl. Luckily both her husband and daughter were too caught up in their own worlds to notice. And her daughter eventually got up to take her morning shower, to which her husband secretly followed to peek. Just in time, too, because Kimberly could no longer hold back her moans, and she moaned, “oh fuck” as they brought each over the limit to orgasm.

She felt so naughty as she held up her hand covered in James’s cum. She watched as his cum slowly moved around her hand, uncertain of what actually to do next, until she heard James say, “Well, Kimberly, you haven’t eaten anything yet.”

She thought to herself, ’at least he didn’t call me the other thing.’ before licking her clean and getting up from the table and going about her day.