"I'd had enough of your shit 10 years ago Ella. I'd have been gone a long time ago if I'd know you were a slut too. Later days, Sugar."
The slamming of the door closed the Charles chapter of Ella's life.
Ella knew he wouldn't handle the news of her pregnancy well. What surprised her was the freedom she felt now, three weeks after he had stomped his fat ass out the door.
The divorce was done in record time. He hadn't even found out the whole truth.
She wondered what he'd do when he figured out his nephew Ronnie was the father.
Ronnie. The father. Ella's thoughts drifted back to Ronnie's big fat dick pulsing and throbbing deep inside her, pumping his semen into her welcoming womb.
She'd panicked, and made him pull out.
But it was too late.
Her egg had already settled in her uterus when his seed blasted through the little hole in her cervix. She was pregnant immediately.
Ella would never make him pull out again.
Ella seemed to glow when Ronnie made love to her. She had felt the glow many times now, yet she yearned to feel it again, every single day.
His baby was growing in her belly, getting bigger day by day. At just under three months along, the bump was beginning to show.
Her only regret was passing on that opportunity two years ago.
The last three months of Ronnie making love to her every Monday morning had rejuvenated Ella, made her feel free and alive again.
It pained her to think that she and Ronnie would have been seeing each other for years now, if she'd only had the strength of will to obey her body's wishes.
The ringing of the phone brought her out of her daydream.
It was Darla, her ex sister in law, and best friend in the world. Ella knew Darla well enough to know something wasn't right. She had said she needed to talk to someone, right away.
Ella started to clear off the breakfast dishes. Darla would be over soon.
***
January in Dallas can get downright cold, although it usually doesn't. Today was pretty typical, cloudy and 50 degrees. (10 C) A cold north wind that some Texans call the "Blue Norther" was pushing the flags straight out.
"Not a nice time of year to be sleeping in your car." Darla thought as she drove her way over to Ella's house.
She had no regrets. Frank was never that nice of a guy, Darla was just tired of working in a factory carrying buckets of deburring stones. Frank made good money and owned his own house.
The sex had been very good at first. But like everything else, except his drinking, it faded away.
Frank had a nice big dick. Nothing like Ronnie's massive tool, but he knew what to do with it. At first, that is. Lately, he'd just been sticking it in and blowing his load.
Darla didn't regret what she did with her nephew. Sure, it was wrong to tease him like that, to bring him to the edge of orgasm so many times and not let him get off.
She recalled pulling her mouth off of his swollen knob at the last minute, seeing it throb once, and a single round drop of thick white semen appear at the slit in that beautiful shiny bulb. She'd licked it off and laughed, then made him wait before she resumed.
She couldn't blame him for the way it turned out. She knew he desperately needed to cum. She should have gotten him off in her mouth.
Many times since that day she had let him choose where he wanted to shoot his massive load, and he always chose her mouth. Like every other man! Darla's cock sucking skills were world class.
When her orgasm crashed through her brain, she had lost control. She didn't think to grind her clit hard against the thick base of his rod, she just did it.
It wasn't until she began to come down from her shattering orgasm that she felt his big fat dick bulging rhythmically deep in her vagina. By the time she felt his semen flowing out of her and down her thighs it was far too late.
It was no surprise at all when her next period didn't come.
She'd sobbed a bit when she told him she was pregnant, and he had held her close and stroked her long thick jet black hair.
The tough girl act was over. Ronnie had seen the real Darla, there could be no going back.
***
"Um, Ella, do you think maybe I could stay with you for a couple of days till I can find a place of my own? Frank threw me out this morning."
Frank was Darla's second husband. They had only been married a few years, since about the time Darla's daughter Misty moved out on her own.
"I ain't takin' no kids to raise." he'd told Darla a few years before that, when they first started seeing each other.
Darla never knew he was sterile. But Frank did.
"Oh Darla, I'm so sorry! Yes of course you can! I've got plenty of room."
Ella did have plenty of room, five bedrooms and four baths, to be precise. Paid for, and no one to share it with.
Her two older girls were grown and gone, and Jenny was such a "Daddy's girl," she packed her bags right away and left with Charles.
"What happened Darla? Why would he do that to you?"
Darla's eyes fell to the floor. A long moment later she stifled a sob. Then she spoke, barely above a whisper;
"I'm pregnant, Ella."
Instantly Ella knew the answer, but she had to ask anyway.
"Ronnie?"
"Yes."
"Darla! After you chewed me out for doing him bare and not being on birth control? What were you thinking?"
"Well what were we both thinking? It'd be OK because Mary did it and didn't get knocked up? Mary had her tubes tied right after Carrie was born."
They sat together quietly for a few moments. Then Ella spoke softly.
"You gonna have the baby, Darla?"
Darla thought for a minute before she answered.
"Yeah. Are you?"
"Of course. And you ain't gonna be looking for an apartment. You are gonna stay right here and we're gonna raise these kids together."
A long but comfortable silence passed before Ella spoke again.
"If we can get jobs that will pay the bills on this place, that is."
***
The Dallas - Fort Worth area of Texas has always had a large presence in the aerospace industry, all way back to before World War II.
Ella's father had been an aeronautical engineer, and made very good money. He was a prudent, frugal man. Not cheap, mind you. Frugal. There's a big difference.
His only child had turned out to be such a beautiful girl, much like her mother. They had had Ella later in life, Now they had both passed away.
He had never trusted Charles, having correctly assessed his drinking as excessive. Ella's father had told her point blank that he didn't trust Charles, and that he was leaving her a small trust fund to get her by in the event he drank himself to death, or she came to her senses and divorced him.
Her dad's lawyer had carefully set it up so that Ella couldn't touch it until she turned 60, unless Charles died or divorced her.
And Charles could never touch it.
In the event of Ella's death, it was to go to charity. Yes, he had made it plain to Ella how much he mistrusted Charles, but he never told his daughter the truth about just how much he loathed Charles.
Ella's mind was troubled as she drove to the office of her father's accountant, a copy of her divorce decree in hand.
She had tested the job market already, and been disappointed. Now she just hoped her small trust fund would be enough to get her by, with the kind of low paying work she was likely to have to settle for.
Ella sat nervously in the accountant's office, as he perused the copy of the divorce decree. At long last, he began to speak.
"This puts you in full control of your trust, which as you know, your father left for your retirement, or for your care and maintenance in the event of your husband's death, or divorce. Your father was an early adopter of technology, and invested heavily for you in companies he thought had potential, as soon as they went public."
The accountant's voice droned on. An hour later when she left the office, Ella knew that her father had invested a large sum in a small computer company at its initial public offering. And now that company made the smart phone that all the cool kids absolutely had to have. Most of his other speculative picks had performed exceptionally as well.
Ella had instructed the accountant to deposit half a million dollars into her checking account, and set up a yearly disbursement from her investments, equal to twice what Charles had been bringing in.
"Will my investments be OK with me taking that much money every year?" She asked.
He assured her she could pull five times that much and her portfolio would still continue to grow.
Ella was rich!
And Charles couldn't touch a dime.
***
They both knew the subject was going to come up. They both knew that the other had had far less then enough of Ronnie's big fat dick.
And even though it was out of their control, they both knew that Mary was getting that dick too, probably as much as both of them put together.
Ella would have danced around the subject forever in the past. But this was a new Ella, a strong, independent Ella, out on her own for the first time in her life, and not afraid to speak her mind any more.
"Darla, how are we gonna go about sharing Ronnie with both of us living in the same house?"
"I was wondering about that. We're gonna have to have him over. I'm sure Mary's figured something's goin' on by now, but still we don't need her showing up at Ronnie's door while one of us is there."
"He's got enough go for the both of us, maybe we just have him over and flip a coin to see who goes first?" Ella knew that wouldn't work as soon as she said it.
"No, Ella, you know that horn dog will be tryin' to get us both in the bed if we're both here."
"Ha! then what am I gonna do, sit on the bed and knit a baby blanket while he's banging you!"
They both laughed at the mental image of that little scenario.
"No, that won't work" Darla continued. "He's gonna expect us to do him together. We've never seen each other naked, but I know I have a nice body, I'm not afraid for you to see it. I mean I don't have big boobs like yours. but I know my tits are pretty"!
Ella laughed her merry little laugh and suddenly yanked her shirt up. Her big luscious tits dropped free. "As pretty as these?" she laughed again.
Darla yanked her shirt up and her firm perky C cups sprang out, nipples erect.
"I think so!"
"Oooooo you're right!"
