It was astonishing how quickly a life of 30 years could fall apart. One single night, one simple mistake, one marriage dissolved. Bianca had her taste of Bruce, and she was satisfied. Or so she thought. But sleeping with Vince when he returned from his trip become a chore, where she counted down the minutes until he finished. Then she was imagining her son in law again, seeking some solitary pleasure while her husband slumbered beside her.
When she came up pregnant, Vince was furious. And why wouldn't he be? He had a vasectomy years ago. He demanded she "take care" of it, refusing to support another man's child; Bianca declined. She wouldn't even tell him who the father was. So the divorce was underway, and without anywhere else to turn, Bianca moved in with her daughter Becca, and the son-in-law that had helped to cause the mess in the first place. Still, Bianca kept his secret, and even the pregnancy that resulted from the simple mistake would become a wonderful gift.
Becca had wanted a second child, but due to the difficulties she encountered conceiving and carrying her first, doctors advised against another pregnancy. Becca had asked if she and Bruce could adopt the would be half-sibling, to raise alongside their trueborn son. Becca didn't need to know the children would indeed be siblings. Bianca's affair might have ripped her marriage apart, but it would also make Becca's family whole.
So for several months, Bianca lived in the spare room in the attic. Where she and Bruce passed each other in the hallway or bumped into each other in the kitchen. Ran into each other after a shower, which brought up rather pleasant memories for Bianca. Memories that, combined with the pregnancy hormones, were driving her crazy. Suddenly she was masturbating almost every day, a habit she hadn't even taken up as a teenager. And Bruce hadn't stopped with the lingering stares. Nearly worse now, now that he had seen and felt every inch of her, she figured. And she could feel those stares on her skin, making an already difficult situation unbearable.
So late one night, there she was, five months pregnant and touching herself yet again. Eyes closed shut, imagining her handsome son in law once more. Fantasizing about his thick cock and his strong hands and his hungry mouth. Fingering herself to the rhythm of his strokes. It was a pale imitation of their night together, but it was all she had left-
"Enjoying yourself?"
The words cut through the fog of lust, as Bianca clutched the blanket off her bed to cover her nudity. Pointless, of course. Bruce had already seen all of her, but it made her feel less guilty about the whole thing. And it made her feel less hopeful that it might happen again.
"I...what are you doing?" She asked, noticing he just wore tight boxer briefs this evening. And his cock was already forming a tent in the thin fabric.
"Oh, just up half the night, replaying that evening we spent together," he teased, flashing a seductive smile.
Her heart pounded, but she tried to restrain her excitement.
"We shouldn't. Becca is just downstairs."
"Becca's a heavy sleeper. She won't notice as long as you don't get too loud."
