This story is purely fictional and contains themes of extramarital sex, cheating, and impregnation. If readers do not want to read a story containing those themes, please perhaps think about reading another story. All characters are above the legal age of consent. If you're a new reader I'd also highly recommend you first read the earlier chapters, they will help explain who's who! I hope you enjoy this offering...
A warm summer day found Steve, landlord of a fairly large apartment building, in one of the units occupied by the De Alonso family. As far as Francisco De Alonso, the husband and father, and 20-year old Veronica, the daughter, knew, Steve had been called up to examine cracked crown moulding in the apartment, with an eye to repair it.
Repairing moulding, however, was not Steve's main job in the apartment this day. His main job, the family's wife and mother Sofia, was what was in front of him now.
"UUuuuuuuffff..." Steve groaned as he eased his rigid shaft into Sofia's taught midsection, his track pants pushed down around his ankles. Sofia, the 40-something wife and mother of the family, was laid out on her marital bed, her legs splayed wide as her landlord pushed himself into her.
"Aaaaaaaaa...uuummmmm..." the matronly looker moaned, her long, dark hair fanned out across the bed she shared with her husband. Francisco had actually permitted his wife to have sex with Steve, although not necessarily on their matrimonial bed! It turned out that not only did Francisco have a "thing" for the idea, but Steve in turn gave the family a much-appreciated discount on their monthly rent. Francisco's only condition, however, was that his wife and Steve use condoms, since the couple had been trying to have another child before age caught up to them. That ship had sailed, however, and Sofia's baby-belly heaved as she was repeatedly pushed by Steve's thrusting, her tummy rising and falling in time with his movements.
"Uuuuummmmm," Sofia cooed as Steve pumped in and out, massaging all the right places in her dripping tunnel. Each time Steve pushed in deep, the married mother clenched her bedsheets. The pair hadn't actually planned to have sex this day, but, as Steve had looked around at the crown moulding, he couldn't help be distracted by Sofia's graceful curves and shapely legs, extending down from a maternity-summer dress she still had on. Steve had guided the woman to her bed by her shoulders, and the look in his eye had told her what he wanted. Obligingly, Sofia had let herself be pushed back onto her mattress, had let her landlord peel her panties off, flip her dress up, and she had wrapped her legs around his waist as he eased into her for the second time that week. "We...we should be quick," She had said at the start. "Francisco or Veronica could be back in maybe 20 minutes..." That was what she had said then.
What she said now was, "Huuuffff..." as Steve lanced into her, prodding her so hard she inched up her mattress as Steve took her while he stood at the bedside.
"Your husband, huff, huff, huff," Steve panted, "still doesn't know that I'm the one who, you know...gave you that baby?"
"Ayyyy, dios...mio...uf...no," Sofia gasped. "He would kill us. As far as anyone knows, it is his baby. And now, uff...uff...my misbehaved daughter Veronica is pregnant too!! Huff...huff...huff...If I ever catch the son of a bitch who impregnated her at this party, Francisco will kill him too!" Sofia angrily huffed.
[Cripes, I hope not!!] Steve thought as he kept reaching into the pretty woman with his throbbing shaft. [I'm the guy that did that, too!]
As the two groaned their passions to each other, Steve could feel his impending explosion on the horizon. He would blow a heavy load deep into the pregnant milf, and that would finish her sessions with him for the week. As he focussed on the feeling of Sofia's hot, moist ripples of flesh, suctioning his rigid shaft, the pair suddenly heard the apartment's front door open!!
"Ayy, Dios!" Sofia whispered. "we have to...huff...huff...huff...stop!" Steve kept pumping, so lost in the thrall of inseminating the lovely Latina under him that he almost didn't care if they got caught. The last few, strong pumps that rocked Sofia's body felt like they took forever. Panicked, she looked up at Steve, imploring him with her expression to finish off and get off her.
"I'm...I'm right there..." Steve hissed, panting away and hammering himself into the prostrate woman. The thought of Sofia's husband Francisco or their daughter Veronica walking in and finding Steve busting a load inside their wife and mother was too much for him. The cloying heat rose in his loins and boiled up, through his connection to the panting woman underneath him...
"Hrrrrrrnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!" Steve quietly bit off his climax, as his seed erupted deep in Sofia's gripping tunnel, his ass cheeks clenching as he pumped Sofia full, then took a deep breath as he began to relax. "Whoooffff..."
Hurriedly, Steve rose up off Francisco's impregnated wife and pulled out of her, a long line of semen stretching between them, before snapping off and sticking to the bed underneath the pair. Steve hastily yanked up his pants, backing away from the panting woman, while Sofia struggled to a standing position, helped up by a reaching hand from Steve, and quickly lowered her dress and straightened her strapless summer top, popping the fabric back over her breasts. As the two finished straightening themselves out, 20 year old Veronica swayed into the bedroom, her own pregnant belly leading the way. Steve feigned a conversation-in-progress to help hide the powerful fucking Veronica's dizzy-and-winded-looking mother had just been subjected to.
"...So yeah, Mrs. De Alonso, it looks like these mouldings will be easy to replace. I think I have the supplies in the basement's storage," he droned.
"Ahh! Mami! And...Steve?" Veronica asked, confused by the presence of the man who she too was secretly fucking.
"Ahola, honey," Sofia smiled at her daughter. "Si, Steve here is fixing the cracked moulding in this ceiling. I'm sick of crushing the spiders that seem to crawl out of there...I thought you were going out with Serena?"
"Ahh, ok," Veronica nodded, buying into the ruse. "No, Serena had to go..."
Steve scooped up his toolbox and headed to the front door, smiling and waving to Sofia, and leaving her with his hot load swimming up into her midsection. Veronica followed him that far, whispering, "I'm coming over for a session tomorrow, right?"
Steve nodded and winked at her before seeing himself out. In the hallway, he stretched his back and sighed. Amazing was the feeling after emptying oneself inside a beautiful woman, he thought to himself. But that was too close, almost getting caught! He shuddered, partly from the feeling of having his balls drained, and partly at the thought of what would have happened if Veronica had busted him fucking her mother on the marital bed! [Ahh well,] he thought. [I'll give Veronica a good seeing-to tomorrow...]
Ana Vasileva slammed the door to her apartment, startling her husband Viktor, who was on the couch as usual, a glass of whiskey in his hand, watching TV.
"Ah, Ana, how did it go at the doctor's office?" he asked in the couple's native Russian. [Not good, I think] he thought to himself.
"What do you think!?" Ana asked her husband, irritated. "Nothing again. That home pregnancy test was a false positive. Doctor showed I'm not pregnant."
"Der'mo." Viktor cursed. "Why can't you get pregnant?" he asked his wife, and immediately after realized it was exactly the wrong thing to say.
"Who says it is ME!!" Ana raged. "Maybe you can't do the job! Maybe you need to stop drinking too much of that garbage and get healthier!"
"Whiskey is not the problem..." Viktor insisted. "We promised our families a baby by the New Year. I don't know why, but your father insists on us having a baby or else we don't get much of his money from his will. Most of the money will go to your sister Katerina..."
"I know, I know..." Ana growled. "Katerina and her 5 kids...My father says "no kids, no need for money..." gaaahhh! Next week is my week to be most fertile." Ana went on. "You'd better get healthy enough to put a baby in me..." Ana flounced down beside her husband on the couch and watched TV for a while. "And one more thing...that kitchen sink is still leaking under the pipes like crazy...get the landlord up here to fix it..." she ordered Viktor. She had been running around all over town doing errands, and was soon napping, her long blond hair cascading down the sofa's cushions, dreaming of a little bundle of joy that she hoped would give her life more meaning.
Suddenly, Ana detected motion in front of her, and she snapped awake. Her eyes slowly began to focus on an object held dangling in front of her face. Viktor was standing over her, holding a small box over her head. Ana reached up to grab it, but Viktor quickly moved it higher, foiling her frustrated attempt to grab it.
"Jeezus, Victor, what the fuck are you doing!!??" Ana snapped, "how long have you been standing over me? Shit, that's creepy! What the fuck are you holding??!!"
"Ah-ah-ahhh," Victor taunted his wife. "Beg like a khoroshiy pes, a good doggie! You get this when I say! It's another home pregnancy test, but this one is supposed to be more accurate," he went on. "It cost a bit more, which is a problem, since our money is getting low, and your father won't let us in on his will..."
"You hold a pregnancy test over my face!! And want me to what, beg like a dog?" Ana cried. "You asshole! What the fuck!! I told you, next week, when I'm very fertile, you get healthy and do the job!! Go for a jog or something!!"
Neighbours could hear the couple argue on and off throughout the evening.
The next day, Steve was on a step-ladder, changing the fluorescent light bulbs in the entrance corridor on the main floor, and Ana, still irritated by her latest argument with Viktor, slammed the door on her way in.
"Whoa there, Mrs. Vasileva! You might want to leave some of the door intact to help keep out the non-residents!" he joked.
"Vaht?" Ana drawled in her Russian accent, giving Steve a puzzled look.
"Oh nothing, I'm just joking around," Steve smiled at her. "You seem mad, is everything ok?"
"Is..." Ana started, "...is nothink. Umm...zat sink still leaking. You can come and fix it? And...maybe...is ok if vee be a little late vith rent zis month?"
"Ummm...well, maybe...why? Times are tough?" He asked her, letting his eyes roam over her slim, hourglass figure. Her pert breasts stood out a bit, her silky smooth thighs flowed up her long legs.
"Vell, yes a little," the blond furrowed her brow prettily. "Viktor is, you know, driving trucks? He vill get big job veek after next...Vee...vee are savink up for...um..." her voice dropped low, "Nothink...I should not say..."
"Ahhh," Steve kept joking, "Saving up for a mansion, huh?"
