Scott pulled his car into the house where he and Tiffany grew up. They both got out and walked to the front door. Their mother greeted them, then shouted toward the back of the house, "They're here!" Their dad came out and said hello to them.
Dinner was ready by the time they got there, so everyone sat down. Tiffany waited until she'd finished her first serving of lasagne and then opened up. "Mom? Dad? I'm pregnant."
Denise looked at Stan. She looked at Scott and then back at Tiffany. "Are you happy about it?"
"Yeah, I am," Tiffany answered.
"That's the important part," Denise said.
"Who's the daddy?" Stan asked.
"It's complicated," Tiffany said. "A couple months ago, I went to my friend's bachelorette party. There was a stripper there. I got a little too close, and that led to the conversation we're having now. I don't know if I could even find out his name, but it doesn't matter."
"How are you gonna raise the baby on your own?" Denise asked.
"Scott says we can live with him as long as I want."
"That's an awful lot to ask," Stan said. "What if he meets someone and wants to get married?"
"I'll deal with that if it happens," Scott said.
"Are you disappointed?" Tiffany asked.
Denise answered, "I can never be disappointed as long as you're taking responsibility for your actions, which you are."
Stan added, "Denise speaks for me too."
At the end of the evening, Scott and Tiffany got back in the car and headed home. "I think they bought it," Tiffany said.
"That's a relief," Scott said.
"Okay, I'm comfortable now," Tiffany added.
"Comfortable?"
"I've been looking forward to pregnant sex, but I couldn't feel comfortable until I knew Mom and Dad were okay with the situation."
"They don't know the situation," Scott corrected her.
"Close enough," Tiffany said.
After Denise started the dishwasher, she pressed the start button. Stan finally laughed. "Can you believe it? They think we don't know."
Denise laughed even louder. "The stripper got her pregnant. She may not be 100% responsible, but being stupid enough to let that happen? Ahahahaha!"
Stan walked out the front door and then came back in. "Hi, ladies. We've gotten a noise complaint, so I'm gonna have to round you all up and take you downtown."
Denise looked at his chest. "Look, it's Officer Sexy!" She unbuttoned his shirt. When she had the last button undone, he pretended it was a breakaway shirt and threw it off to the side. Stan lifted her T-shirt over her head. He leaned down to put his head between her breasts. Denise undid his belt buckle. Denise took Stan's hand and tried to lead him upstairs to their bedroom.
"No, silly. Strippers don't go to the bedroom. They work in the living room." Denise had already taken off everything but her underwear. Stan took his pants off and handed them to Denise.
She threw them behind the sofa and gave a whistle. She put her arms around her husband's waist. "Yeah, grind it, Officer!" she said. Stan ground his hips into hers, and they fell onto the sofa.
Stan pulled Denise's panties down, and she did the same to his underpants. "I could get fired if the agency hears about this," he said.
"Yeah, but I know you're hoping for a tip," Denise said.
Stan put the head of his cock in his wife's dripping pussy. "So are you!" he said.
Denise put her hands on her husband's butt and urged him in. "You're right about that," she answered.
Stan feasted on the breasts that had fed two children a quarter-century ago. "So this is what grandmother breasts look like," he said.
Denise rubbed his butt harder. "And this is what grandfather butt feels like." He went deeper. "And grandfather dick!"
"You know what they say," Stan said. "Once you go Gramps, you'll never go back."
Denise could feel the blood making his dick swell. She clamped her muscles around it. "I know you're ready, Officer. Or is it firefighter this time?"
"Officer," Stan said. "Right now I'm more interested in keeping the fire going!" He barely finished the sentence before he yelled, "Fire in the hole!" He held her close and kissed her.
When he'd recovered, he got up, and Denise sat next to him. "When did you figure it out?"
"Her junior year. He came home in really bad weather for her birthday party. You?"
"High school graduation. She was so happy to see him come home. I told her I'd only reacted that way at a concert, but the other time was when you'd been away for two months."
"If they ever decide to come clean, do you think we should tell 'em?" Stan asked.
"Tell 'em what?" Denise paused. "Yeah, if only to see if it grosses 'em out."
"I've heard of threesomes with two brothers, but how many women have had a threesome with their boyfriend and their brother?"
"That was awesome. I was deep-throating you when I spotted Carl in the doorway. I don't know how long he'd been there, but he was rubbing his crotch. I told him to come over here and I sucked him off while you fucked me from behind."
"The look on his face was priceless. I don't think he'd ever gotten a blow job before, and he got his first one from his sister."
"I'd never seen you more turned on than when I told him to fuck me. You'd just given me a load of your cum, and now you were watching me take a load of his."
"What really turned me on was when you told him to suck me off. For a first-timer, his cocksucking was pretty good, but it was hearing you say it that really did it for me."
"At least I had the good sense to be on the Pill when we did it."
"Yeah, but you knew you didn't want to get pregnant. They're old enough, and they've been together long enough that, for all we know, they've been trying to make a baby."
"You know what's gonna be fun?" Denise asked.
"Telling them they're going have a little sister who's younger than their kid?" Stan suggested.
"Oh, hell, no! There's no way that's happening at my age."
"It's possible, unless there's something you haven't told me."
"You're not fucking me again till next month," Denise informed him.
"Me and my big mouth. I don't know if I can go that long without seeing your pussy."
"I said you're not fucking me. I didn't say anything about that." She took her panties off and started pushing Stan's head.
Stan got up and took his underpants off. "Or this?" he asked. He climbed onto his wife in a 69.
"I don't know how long I can resist this," she joked. They pleasured each other so thoroughly, with the precision that only people who have known each other for thirty years can manage. Before long, they were both tasting each other's love juices.
"Damn, I missed a drop," Stan said.
