(Edited by "LarryinSeattle")
Several minutes passed before I heard Naomi whisper, "You realize that we've used both of the positions most frequently advised when a woman wants to get pregnant?"
"Ya, so?"
"What happens if I'm not?"
Leaning forward so my mouth was directly next to her ear, I whispered, "If you're not, we'll just have to keep fucking each other until you are."
Sighing, she pressed back against me and murmured, "I like the sound of that."
I gently pulled her close as I rolled us onto our sides while still keeping my now-deflated cock inside of her. It was only then that a question popped into my head. "What if they find dad?"
"No they won't," she replied in a manner that told me she knew far more than she was saying.
Pushing her away, I looked at her and asked, "Why? What do you know?"
Meekly, she began, "Do you remember when I said that there were things that your dad and I hadn't told you?"
"Yes."
She lifted her head and looked me directly in the eyes as she continued, "When your dad and I got married things were great, actually they were fantastic, especially in bed. He pleased me more often and in more ways than any other man I had ever been with but over the last year he started to have problems. He never made a big deal about it and said it was just the stress of the job. What he didn't tell me was that he had already been to see a doctor who had told him he had prostate cancer and that there wasn't anything they could do about it because it was so advanced. Just before he took off for his flight that morning, he gave me these." She rolled over and pulled two letters from her bedside table. "One is addressed to me and the other is to you."
Sitting up, I quickly opened the letter with my name on it and saw my dad's handwriting.
Jake,
If you're reading this, I didn't come home from my last trip. Please forgive me. I've tried to deal with this and the prospect of dying slowly from this damn disease. I find it is more than I can handle. As the old saying goes "It's better to burn out as a blazing rocket then slowly dwindle and go out as a candle." So I've decided to go out like a rocket.
I also have a selfish reason for doing this. I've loved two women in my life: your mom and Naomi. Pretty soon I'll be seeing your mom and I want the satisfaction of knowing that you'll take care of Naomi ... and I mean in all ways.
You'll find my insurance policies in my office safe; the combination is your mom's birthday. There should be more than enough there to keep you both living comfortably as well as get you through school.
I'm sure you've met Sonya by now. Sorry I didn't tell you sooner. It just never seemed the right time. I've made provisions for her in my will as well. No, she's not mine but if you ask Naomi she'll explain why I did this.
Lastly, Naomi and I have talked about what you saw that night in our bedroom. Yes ... she told me and I'm not mad. In fact, though it may sound strange to hear this from your own father, it got us so turned on we made love afterwards.
Now I need you to take care of her ... in all ways, as I said earlier. I'll warn you now she has a high sex drive and wants children but if you say 'NO' she can make your life ... mmmm ... a challenge. If the two of you do become lovers or if you should decide to have children together, know you have my blessings.
Remember I love you always,
Dad
When I looked at Naomi I could see tears streaming down her cheeks. "What does yours say?"
"Probably the same thing yours does," she choked.
Gently, I wrapped her in my arms and pulled her close, holding her until she fell asleep. Then I silently slipped back to my bedroom. Though I was pretty sure Sonya had seen her mother and I, it didn't seem quite right to flash it around the house.
The following morning, I woke to the smell of bacon, eggs, and coffee permeating the house. I quickly pulled on a pair of jogging shorts and walked into the kitchen to find Naomi moving about while Sonya sat at the table with a cup of coffee in her hand.
"Are you sure you're ok, mom? You're walking kind of funny," Sonya said as she took another sip for the coffee cup.
Looking over her shoulder, Naomi glanced at me before looking directly at Sonya and replying, "I'm fine, sweetie. I just added a new exercise program and it took a bit more out of me then I thought it would.
"Ahhh, a new exercise," Sonya said but instead of looking at her mom, she raised an eyebrow and looked directly at me. Then rising, she headed for the door. "I have to get going. I'm supposed to meet with Tim and some other friends down at the beach. The weather is supposed to be fabulous so we thought maybe we'd run there today ... or maybe we'll do some exercises, too."
I had no doubt that Sonya had seen her mom and I the night before so I immediately caught the double meaning before she left but didn't say a word to Naomi about it.
For the next two months, Naomi and I managed to slip away discretely, or so we thought, and make love in almost every room of the house. Twice we thought she might be pregnant but both times the test came back negative.
In the mean time, Sonya and I started to spend a lot of time together going to the beach, going dancing or to the movies, and occasionally just staying at home talking. The strange thing was that the more time I spent with her, the more time I wanted to spend with her and she seemed to feel the same. The attraction we had felt for each other the first day seemed to grow rather than decrease until she finally broke off her involvement with Tim so she could spend time with me. Yet, she never said a thing about what her mother and I were doing.
Then one evening in September, Naomi slid up to me after dinner and whispered, "I've been keeping track of my cycle and I'm pretty sure I'm ovulating today. Meet my by the pool after Sonya goes to bed."
