Emma didn't get a chance to speak to Stephen about what her mother had seen. Not long after their fuck he'd showered and then went off to do some shopping at a nearby big box store. Taking the opportunity to clean herself up Emma did exactly that and after getting herself properly dressed she headed outside to rake leaves.
She was in the back yard when she heard the gate open.
"Emma," it was her mom from next door, "are you doing okay honey? He's not hurting you is he?"
Emma looked at her feet and shook her head, "No mom, he's not hurting me. It's fine, really. But thank you for asking. I really appreciate it."
Emma's mom could see her daughter wasn't entirely happy about the situation. The two of them had never really spoken ever since Emma had been kicked out of the house almost two years before.
"Do you want to talk?" asked her mom.
Emma looked up with a hint of a smile, "That would be nice! Can we go inside? I need to keep an eye on the baby."
"Sure honey."
It was a little late for coffee but Emma made some anyway. It just seemed like the right thing to do. The two women made small talk as Emma put together a small plate of treats to go with the coffee and then she sat down.
Her mom sipped at the coffee and said "Mmm" in approval before getting right to the point, "Is he treating you right?"
"He does." said Emma. "He takes care of me and the baby and he takes care of everything else, too."
"But this isn't what you expected is it?" asked her mom.
"No, it isn't."
Her mom sighed. "What were you thinking? Why him? Of all the men in the world why him?"
Emma was ashamed of the truth but she just wasn't able to come up with a polite lie so she simply spoke the truth, "Mom, I was just stupid. I really wanted to have sex and thought it would be okay and then things got out of control and I got pregnant. It was stupid and I regret it but it can't be undone."
Her mom reached across the small table and held her hand.
"I'm sorry you had to find out this way that real life isn't a fairy tale romance."
Emma looked down at the table. "I know. But it's too late to take it back, isn't it?"
The women agreed on this much. They went on to talk about Emma's father and how he was not ready to forgive Emma for 'being a whore' as he put it. Emma realized that her choices in life were few. She could be Stephen's whore or she could live on the street. It wasn't much of a choice really.
The time on the clock said it was time for Emma's mother to go home. Both of the women had to get ready for their men to come home.
When Stephen got home Emma got the dinner going. She was putting dinner on the table when the baby cried and Stephen went to go take care of him.
She had just sat down when Stephen came into the dining room with the baby. "He's hungry, too. Why don't you just sit there and take care of him and we can chat, okay?"
Emma understood what Stephen wanted and she unbuttoned her dress to reveal her tits. They were a bit bigger than before the baby. Heavier too.
Putting the baby to her breast he latched on and started sucking away at her. Stephen watched as the baby ate.
Soon enough she burped the baby and returned him to his bed for the night.
Stephen startled her because he was right there when she turned around to go back to the dining room.
