Tom's phone buzzed. It said the call was from Carl, his son. It was 7:00 a.m. on a Sunday, an unusual time for him to call. As a college student, he wasn't normally up this early, and Tom worried something serious had happened.
"Morning, Carl. Is everything ok?" he answered.
"Mr. Carson, it's me," a girl whispered.
"Sara?" I asked, guessing it was his son's girlfriend. It was hard to tell with the way she was whispering.
"Yeah, it's me. Carl's asleep but I have something important to tell you. I figured this was the safest way," she continued in a hushed tone.
Before she told me, I already had a sense of what she was going to say. It had been three months since our brief affair. Given everything that had happened since then with Emma and Alexis, it was hard to believe it was so recent. Sara and Tom had mutually decided to cut off contact to decrease the temptation to continue our affair. The fact that she was calling meant this was something important. There are only so many important things that need to be announced three months after having sex.
"When Carl and I visit next weekend, we have two surprise announcements, but given everything that happened last time I visited, I think it would be better to let you in," she explained nervously.
"So... um... here goes. Surprise one: I am pregnant." Then she lowered her voice even more to add, "And you are probably the father. I mean, like almost certainly, you're the father."
Sara paused, waiting for Tom's response. Tom hesitated to respond as he gauged his reaction. His heart was pounding. His head was spinning with a hundred thoughts. What would this mean for his marriage? Was Sara going to keep it? Would Carl find out? Was it a boy or a girl? Where will Sara and the baby live? How often could he see them? How much financial support could he provide?
But one thought rose above the rest: how happy he was. He loved kids and wished they had had more. Being able to have a child with Sara was a blessing.
"That's great news--the best news," Tom gushed. I have a hundred follow-up questions, but I am so happy for you... for us."
"Oh my god, thank god that's your reaction. I was so nervous. That's why I called, so you wouldn't have a weird reaction when we announced it," Sara admitted as she stroked her belly.
"So what has been Carl's reaction? What does he think?" asked Tom.
"He is over the moon. He thinks he is the father, luckily. We had a night a week after you and I... uh... happened. He was drunk, and we didn't use protection," she explained nervously, struggling to find the right words. "But either way, based on the timing and my cycle, you are probably the father."
"This is good news. I am so happy for you," Tom said, beaming. "What's the other surprise?"
"What?"
"You said two surprise announcements."
"Oh right," Sara said, silently cursing herself. She only meant to mention the pregnancy. "I gotta go. I think I hear Carl. Bye... oh, and I am looking forward to seeing you again."
She hung up abruptly. Tom just stared at the phone for a minute, taking time to absorb the information. He was going to be a father for the third time... or was he going to be a grandfather for the first time? Or both? The semantics needed to be sorted out, but the important thing was that his family was growing.
For the rest of the week, Tom stood a bit taller, puffed his chest out a little further, and was a beacon of hope. Just as importantly, he didn't lust after every woman who walked by. He was so focused on his good news that he didn't have the bandwidth for the lust that had consumed him for the last three months.
Since his initial affair with Sara, Tom had been consumed by lust. He found himself evaluating almost every woman he saw on her physical attractiveness and sexual availability. That included his daughter's 18-year-old friends, his wife's friends, colleagues, and random strangers. His lust was all-consuming. It weighed heavily on his conscience. He had long been a loyal husband and dedicated father but now struggled to stay true to his vows.
His lust led him into a two-month affair with his daughter's friend, Emma, that only ended because she went off to college. A month ago, it led him to seduce his wife's best friend, Alexis, when she called him after an apparent break-in at her business. He had done his best to avoid Alexis since their affair because he knew that if he was alone with her, there was no way he wouldn't seduce her again.
But after months of stressing about controlling his lust, he had a one-week break. He could be a good husband, father, and, soon, grandfather.
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Sara stared at herself in the mirror. The 5'2'', 21-year-old blonde wore her everyday white bra and a pair of basic bikini-cut white cotton panties. She focused on her belly. At three months pregnant, she was just barely starting to show. Her previously flat abs bulged slightly. Sara ran her hands over her tummy, noticing it was firm to the touch.
She reflected on what was going on inside her. According to the baby books, most major organs were forming, limbs were becoming distinct, facial features were developing, and the fetus began to move spontaneously, with fingers and toes starting to separate. Sara couldn't believe all those things were happening inside her.
She also couldn't wait to see Tom. Part of her was excited to celebrate the good news with the baby's real father. He was such a kind man. Carl thought the world of him and placed him on a pedestal.
The other part of her longed to be with him again. Their brief weekend together was the most erotic time of her life. It awoke passions and fetishes within her. Even three months later, anytime she had sex with Carl, she would close her eyes and imagine it was his father she was making love to. She hadn't had a single orgasm that wasn't inspired by his memory.
As she thought about seeing Tom in person again, feeling his embrace, her hands wandered from her tummy to the waistband of her panties. She imagined Tom wrapping his arms around her as she gently rubbed her clit. She imagined him pulling her tight to his body, feeling his muscles against her as she ran a finger along her slit. The memory of his scent filled her nose as her pussy moistened. In her mind, he lifted her off the ground and gave her a passionate kiss as she slumped against the bathroom wall and slid to the floor. She spread her legs as she thought about his stubble pressing against her face.
She pictured his cock, fully erect at the entrance to her pussy. She pictured it pushing against her wet pussy before sliding in. She quickly pulled her panties off as she lay on the floor. She remembered the feeling of his cock deep inside her as she slid two of her delicate fingers into her pussy. She remembered the way he mauled her breasts as she vigorously fingered her desperate pussy.
She moaned, "Oh, Mr. Carson," as she hurtled towards an orgasm. She remembered how he filled her with his seed as her body shook and twitched as her orgasm washed over her. She couldn't wait to see him in the flesh.
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Sara and Carl drove up to his parents' house on Friday afternoon. Midway through the drive, Sara asked, apropos of nothing, "So do you have any buddies from high school or whatever that you want to see while we are in town?"
"There are a few guys from high school who are still in town, but this weekend is about us and the baby," replied Carl, beaming with pride at the word "baby."
"No, don't do that. We can't let the baby close us off to our friends, especially before they're even born," Sara insisted. "We will make our announcement to your parents tonight. You have the whole weekend to fit in some time with friends. Don't worry about me. I can find something to entertain me while you have some fun."
"I guess I could make some plans," Carl said hesitantly.
"Didn't you say you had a couple of friends from the golf team still living in town?" Before he could answer, she continued, "Ok, I am going to make you guys a reservation for 18 holes of golf."
She pulled out her phone and started making reservations before he could say anything. "How does Sunday at 10:00 sound?"
"Fine, but I need to ask the guys if they are free..."
"Too late, I already booked it."
Carl smiled. He thought about how well Sara took care of him. She was going to make a great wife.
Little did he know that Sara was actually making plans to take care of herself. She remembered from her previous visit that Carl's mom has yoga at 10:00 on Sunday mornings. With his sister away at college, if she could get Carl out of the house, she and Tom would be alone for an hour or more.
The thought of being alone with Tom made her ache with desire. She groaned uncomfortably in the passenger seat, wishing she could attend to her wet pussy.
"Is the baby doing something?" Carl asked excitedly.
"I'm not sure, maybe. It's hard to tell since it only weighs about an ounce," she smiled. She loved how excited Carl was about the baby. He was going to make a great stepfather. She felt a small pang of guilt that she was arranging to have sex with his father behind his back, but that little pang was nothing compared to the desire she felt for Tom.
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That evening, after dinner, Carol, Tom, Carl, and Sara gathered in the living room. Carl stood up, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. He knew his mom would take the news well, but he was worried that his dad might be disappointed. Carl had always tried to be a responsible man like his dad taught him. He hoped the news that he accidentally impregnated his girlfriend didn't disappoint him.
"Mom, Dad, we have something very important to announce," Carl started. Tom tried to suppress his smile, not wanting to give away what he already knew.
"So here goes: Sara and I are pregnant. She's three months along. That baby is due on March 24th," he blurted out as fast as he could.
Carol squealed with joy. Tom sprang up and hugged his son, congratulating him. Relief washed over Carl. He had expected to get a stern talking to about screwing up his future.
Carol hugged Sara, tears running down both of their cheeks. Tom was up next to hug Sara. As he leaned down, Sara wrapped her arms around his neck to pull his ear to her mouth. As Tom squeezed her tight, she whispered, "Yes, Daddy" in a hushed voice only he could hear.
