The Old Man Ch 03

(A note from the author: If you're wondering or anticipating chapters that focus on Bridget and Heather do not worry they are coming. The way I've decided to write this is the first chapters will focus on Jenny and tell her story completely up to the birth of her first baby, then I will tell Bridget and Heather's stories. Their chapters will be shorter because I will not need to retell what has been covered by Jenny's chapters. If you're wondering, yes, Oscar and Jenny are the main main characters while the other women are secondary main characters. Every girl will have her time in the limelight, however Jenny is the deva of this story. Each story will follow each woman to the end of their pregnancies. When Charlie and Kelly join the story their tales will be told in full which should catch everyone up to current time where Oscar begins the story at the outset, and then we will go from there to find out their fate as a family. Thank you for reading my story, and I hope you enjoy it. -- Pinkender)

Chapter 3- Jenny, pt 2

April 2019-

Jenny and Oscar made love off and on for the rest of the evening. Their lovemaking was slow and steady, and incredibly intimate. When Carl returned from Shayla's home he did not look for Jenny. He did not care where she was as long as she was not nagging him. As he had thought about their confrontation he had concluded that he was happy with the outcome. So be it that Jenny knew he was fucking other women. Now, there was no more need to dissimulate on Jenny's account. Why had he even cared what she thought or felt? Why had he let her keep him from doing whatever he wanted? Besides, she had said she was not going to divorce him.

'So, happy days!' He thought as he went down to the basement and started gaming.

When it was time for dinner, Bridget and Heather smiled at each other when Jenny did not show up to prepare the evening meal. Instead, they prepared dinner and made two large plates before carrying them out to the barn. It was not hard to find Oscar and Jenny. They only had to follow the sounds of moaning and wailing that were audible well outside the barn. Once inside, they made their way up the stairs leading to the loft and quietly came upon Oscar and Jenny in the throws of passionate lovemaking. Oscar, of course, had heard the barn door open and close and was expecting them while Jenny was gasping and wailing as Oscar railed her pussy.

When Bridget and Heather topped the stairs Oscar withdrew from Jenny and laid down beside her. Jenny, for her part, snuggled against him very comfortably. Her fiery red hair was a wild flame all around them as they lay on top of the bed of hay. They were so naked and so completely unabashed that Heather found herself panting softly with desire.

Bridget smirked as she brought her tray of food to Oscar. She ogled him fiercely and he responded by giving her a knowing smile and wink before ogling her in return. However, what he said to her was, "Thank you, Bridget. This was very kind of you and Heather."

Heather smirked and blushed as she made her way to Jenny with the other tray of food. She ogled Jenny's naked beauty hungrily and discovered clear signs that Jenny had been bred well. Large milky white gelatinous rivulets of cum coursed out from between her plump pussylips and ran down the curves of her ass cheeks and bottommost thigh before soaking into the coverlet and sheets below her. A deep smile split Heather's face beautifully as she looked over and ogled Oscar next.

Jenny took her tray of food and began eating ravenously even as she mumbled, "Thank you, Heather. This is wonderful."

"Well, you have to keep your strength up if you're going to keep fucking Oscar all night!" Bridget said in a huskily lurid voice more than a little full of envy.

"Are you pregnant yet?" Heather asked, half teasing, half serious.

"If not, then soon, I'm sure," Oscar chuckled as he looked Heather up and down.

Somehow, for some reason, he saw Mildred overlaying both Bridget and Heather as well. It was as if she was somehow bonded to or haunting all three women. He could see so much of Mildred in each of them now. And in their eyes, he saw their love and Mildred's love shining bright and strong back at him. Bridget and Heather giggled and chuckled but soon were backing out of the hay loft. Oscar and Jenny could see that they wanted to stay and join in, but no, this was Jenny's time with Oscar and they would not intrude.

Once they had eaten, Jenny and Oscar resumed their lovemaking for the rest of the evening.

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Jenny was not in their bedroom when Carl finally came to bed around 2 a.m., making him frown in irritation. He had been planning to force her to have sex with him before she woke up fully and fought back. Now that she had cut him off, and now that she was fucking his father, he suspected, what he really wanted to do was knock her up with his child before she could get pregnant by Oscar, or whomever else she was fucking. Part of him was pissed and wanted to know where she was and who she was fucking if not him, but then, did he really care? He decided he didn't as long as he could impregnate her before she got pregnant by anyone else. So, since she was gone and he didn't want to confront his father, he growled under his breath, fell into bed, and went to sleep.

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The next morning, Oscar and Jenny were, as far as Bridget and Heather knew, still in the barn when they woke up and made breakfast for the family since it was Bridget's turn anyway. Of course, all of the boys noticed Jenny's absence. She was the boys' favorite eye candy to ogle, and person to torture with unsolicited sexual harassment. It seemed to be mostly because none of them had fucked her as they all had Bridget and Heather. She was the only one who had refused them. So, of course, they desired her more. Also, Jenny was usually always wearing any one of her assorted nightgowns when they breakfasted. Her garments always clung to her lavishly supple body and always hinted at her bounty in ways that none but Carl seemed to be immune to admiring. Her nightgowns were the most conservative of the three younger women's lingerie, so this left more for the boy's imagination and fed their desire to have her.

After a while though, the boys finally noticed Oscar's absence. However, Oscar was known to skip breakfast from time to time if he had to go to work early or had a particular project that needed to start well before breakfast. Still, there were several silent looks shared between the boys. They glanced at Jenny's empty seat then at Oscar's and then cut their eyes over to their older brother Carl to see if he had noticed. The silent speculation that went around the breakfast table that morning was deafening, and as it continued Carl's countenance slowly took on a very stony and sickly cast.

No one mentioned the obvious nor asked for confirmation of what was suspected. Breakfast was a silent, miserable affair with not a word spoken the whole time. The only sounds in the room were occasional sighs, the scrape of silverware on plates, and the ting of spoons in coffee cups. Finally, as the boys finished their meals, the tension began to dissipate as they left the table, leaving their messes behind for Bridget and Heather to clean up, before then leaving the house to go to either work or school.

It was 9 a.m. when Oscar and Jenny finally made their way into the house from the barn. They were up at 4 a.m. but spent their time watching the sunrise and making love, and in-between they spent their time cuddling and kissing until they finally decided they needed food and baths.

When they came inside the house they found it was clean, the remnants of cooking and dirty dishes completely gone. Only two plates were set at the table and between them sat crockery on hot plates that kept eggs, bacon, sausage, and grits warm. Glasses for orange juice and milk and cups for coffee sat nearby. Jenny smiled inwardly at the loving display set out for them by Bridget and Heather. Even Oscar paused for a moment to take in the prepared table before they both sat down and started dishing out food in earnest and consuming it like two half-starved wolves.

When the food was gone and both Oscar and Jenny felt both sated and rejuvenated, Oscar placed his hands on Jenny's. He didn't say anything. He just looked at her. She, for her part, felt insecure, unworthy, and embarrassed while also feeling enormously satisfied, loved, and validated. Jenny didn't let the insecurities that fluttered in her belly damper her mood or the moment though. Instead, she smiled lovingly at Oscar until he finally asked, "Would you bathe with me?"

"Yes," She replied immediately in a low love-filled purr.

They were like newlyweds, smiling and giggling as Oscar led Jenny to his room, the master suite. The place where he and Mildred had made love for the majority of their marriage. When they arrived at his bedroom door Oscar opened it and then turned around and scooped up Jenny in his arms and carried her in like she was his bride.

Jenny giggled and laughed and felt every inch of a bride in her husband's arms only to have a tingling whisper of doubt and guilt nag at her with words of reproach. A little voice pointed out that she was cheating, that Oscar was not her husband, that for better or worse Carl was her husband, and that she was a slut and a whore for what she was doing. She silenced the voice though with arguments that Carl was the cheater first and for years. She had been faithful, but now she had found a man who truly loved her. And in an inner growl of determination, she vowed within herself, "I love Oscar now. I hate Carl. I will do anything for Oscar. I will be anything for him. He is my husband now and I will have many children with him! Not Carl, or any of the boys!"

Jenny let the argument within herself die. The little voice was completely silent, but it wasn't dead. She giggled and kissed Oscar. She looked up at him as he carried her with complete and unadulterated love, and then, finally, he brought her to the bathroom and set her down before the shower. She was no lightweight. She was built like a brick house and the scale, much to her dismay, reported that as well. However, Oscar carried her like she weighed nothing. He felt so strong. She felt warm and safe in his arms. She had never felt so secure and loved in all her life. Strange. It felt so strange to her that by a man, this man, simply carrying her, holding her, looking at her the way Oscar was, he could make her feel so thoroughly safe and warm and loved. Still, she was relieved when he set her down and turned on the shower.

As the water warmed up, Oscar turned into Jenny and pulled her close so that her breasts were crushed up against his chest. She looked up into his eyes longingly as he slipped his arms around her waist. He reached up her back and unzipped her pretty yellow sundress. He guided the straps off of her shoulders and let the dress fall to the floor around Jenny's feet leaving her completely and beautifully naked. Then, it was Oscar's turn.

Jenny started by unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off of his muscled shoulders. His chest was hairy but not matted. Oscar's hair and chest hair were flecked with silver and white. He was so much older than her. He was older than her father, but after being married to Carl for four years somehow Oscar's maturity didn't repel her. As a matter of fact, it reassured her and attracted her. Maybe this was what she had needed all her life. Maybe her youth and immaturity had kept her from seeing that what she needed was an older man who was ready to settle down and very willing to handle all of her physical, sexual, and emotional needs.

Jenny's hands flew to Oscar's belt. In seconds she had it unbuckled, his pants unbuttoned and unzipped, and then she was pushing his pants and underwear down his legs. She stood up straight and hugged him close. His skin was cool but his body was warm. His chest hair tickled her taut nipples. She could feel him breathing, the movement of his abdomen against her belly. She could feel his dick, more than half hard, pressing against her lower belly, her inner thighs, and the silky smooth lips of her pussy.

How many times had they made love? Jenny did a quick tally in her head and smiled, and still, Oscar was getting hard for her. How many times had she and Carl bathed together?

The answer came to her instantly. Only a handful of times, and only to satisfy his desire to have sex in the bath or shower. Those had been romantic nights at the beginning of her marriage, then, slowly, he had just done less and less. He didn't stop completely though he always had an excuse. He was working. He was tired. He wasn't feeling it. He needed to be up early in the morning. Then, there was the gaming. Still, he had sex with her occasionally. Occasionally, Carl took her out to dinner. He did buy her roses on their anniversary, but that was it. Then, as he got promotions in his job, he started buying toys. Dirt bikes. Sidekicks. Sea Doos. Rifles and pistols. And then, the economy tanked. His favorite type of sex was either anal or oral. He never returned the favor by eating her cookie or just fucking her until she came. No. Nothing like that for her for the last three years but, now, she had Oscar!

Oscar opened the shower door as they kissed and very gently guided Jenny in and followed. Hot water on the verge of being uncomfortable pelted them and washed over them. They didn't mind and they didn't pay it any mind as Oscar pushed Jenny against the cold tile wall. She lifted her left knee and he caught it and wrapped his arm under her thigh and grabbed a handful of her ass cheek. She reached down and grabbed his hardened dick and guided it to her pussylips. She pressed him between her fat labia and massaged his penile lips and mushroom head over her clitoris. She purred with pleasure as she brushed his dickhead down her vulva and back up to her clit. A smile came to her beautiful mouth. She purred and hummed as she stared up into her lover's eyes. She brushed her pussy several more times with his tip, letting his cock kiss the entire length of her vulva before finally guiding him to her vagina.

Love showed in his countenance and sparked in his gray-green eyes as he sunk himself deep inside this beautiful young woman. Her flaming red hair was wet now, the flame put out, but her eyes were two radiantly beautiful glinting green gemstones and her skin was almost a glowing snow-white, as if her body had never been kissed by the sun's golden rays. Her lips were so pink. Such a perfect light pink to match only her nipples before they faded into the snow-white complexion of her areolas. Jenny's body was so soft and smooth and seemed to sparkle as if she were something beyond natural. A goddess. A fertile goddess of sexual delight. Oscar pushed her against the tile wall of the shower and made love to her slowly.

Jenny moaned and purred in pleasure as Oscar made love to her. She moaned as her pleasure overcame her and she wailed and gasped as her orgasm flooded her mind and body, and then she climaxed again when Oscar came inside her. He didn't withdraw though after the first time seeding her. He came inside her twice more before she twisted in his arms and pressed her ass into his groin and offered, "My whole body is yours. You can fuck me in the ass too if you want. I also really like being fucked from behind..."

"I do love your ass," Oscar replied in a hungry purr as he grabbed her ass and spread her cheeks apart, but instead of thrusting his dick into her ass, he railed his dick inside her vagina as he growled possessively, "However, I have only one place inside you I want to dump my cum for now. I will get you pregnant before the end of the week!"

"Yes, baby!" Jenny purred exultantly, "Please knock me up with all your babies! Fuck me so pregnant that all I do is pop out babies for you!"

For the next long while all that could be heard was Jenny begging for Oscar to cum inside her and impregnate her and the sounds of his hips and thighs slapping her ass and thighs, and his sperm-heavy balls slapping her pussylips. It was a long time before they withdrew and Oscar washed Jenny's body from her hair to her toes, and before she returned the favor.

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May 2019-

Over the next two weeks, Oscar and Jenny made love at every opportunity like newlyweds on their honeymoon. Oscar eventually had his sexual rendezvous with Bridget and Heather and the next day Wyatt found out that he was cut off from ever having sex with Bridget ever again. Wyatt took the announcement of their new marital arrangement about as well as Carl did. A few days later, Oscar made love to Heather, making them his women completely.

Since Heather was the only unmarried woman, she immediately sought Jenny's permission to move into Oscar's room to live and sleep with him full-time. Disgruntled by the fact that she could not do the same, Jenny hesitantly agreed. That same day, Heather informed Franklin of her new relationship with Oscar since they were best friends. Heather didn't know what to expect but she was happily surprised when Franklin laughed hysterically. It was several seconds before he was able to communicate coherently, but once he was able to through wearing and snickers, he said, "Oh my god! Heather! I'm stunned!"

"Why?" She replied in a half-injured laugh, "Do you think I am not pretty enough, or deserving enough for your dad?"

"What?!" Franklin said, still half laughing, "No. Not at all. Heather, you're beautiful. And you deserve every happiness. No, I just can't believe my dad scored such a beautiful, young, eighteen-year-old girl as you!"

"So, you're not mad?" Heather asked.

"What? No!" Franklin chuckled as he shook his head, "Why would I be? Mom's passed away and Dad needs someone to take care of him."

He chuckled again and shook his head some more before sighing and then adding, "Honestly, I think it's you who is getting the short end of the stick. You're amazing and gorgeous. But dad. Well, dad is dad. Old. Stuck in his ways. Boring. I don't understand why you're doing this, but I will support you."

"Thank you, Franklin," Heather said, not wishing to argue, or explain.

"I'm just relieved it's you," Franklin said as he turned away from her, "Honestly, we were all starting to think that dad was fucking Jenny with how she's been mooning over him lately."

"Really?" Heather said in as neutral a voice as possible, "You do know that your mother asked her to take care of Oscar right before she died, don't you?"

"No, I didn't know," Franklin replied thoughtfully, then after a few seconds he added, "But, there is a difference between taking care of him and fucking him."

"That is true," Heather said, again very neutrally to give nothing away and to let the topic die before she did say something Franklin didn't need to know.

That evening she moved in with Oscar and the next day her clothes followed. A few days later Jenny took a pregnancy test and found out she was pregnant. Bridget and Heather took tests a week later and tested positive as well.

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June 2019-

A month passed and if Jenny had done her math correctly from her last period, then she was now three months pregnant and already positively showing. Her belly was protruding and taking on the roundness of pregnancy. Bridget and Heather were not quite as far along as she and also much smaller which caused her some concern. But, she felt strong and healthy so she was not too worried.

Despite their pregnant state, Oscar was now making love to Jenny, Bridget, or Heather in the morning before they cooked breakfast on their turns to cook. He had slowed down considerably since it was confirmed that the women were pregnant. They, on the other hand, held strictly to a three-day rotation where Bridget and Heather had not been so reliable before and let Jenny do most of the work. It turns out that all they needed was the right motivation.