Maybe if his mother was still alive, he wouldn't have married the girl.
Maybe if his mother was still alive, he wouldn't have gotten her pregnant in the first place.
But she died almost two years ago.
It affected him in.
And me.
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So when the news of the pregnancy broke and my son told me, I immediately insisted on meeting her. When she came over, I could see why my son fell for her. She was slim and petite and had the bluest eyes and long dirty red-blonde hair that elongated and framed her face beautifully. In the end I could not do anything else but to hug her and welcome her to the family. The kids were still seventeen so they needed parental permission to marry and that is what they told me they wanted to do.
"If you wish to marry, then I will give you both my blessing. I will also offer you my house to live in and share with me. And, I will also help you financially as much as I can." They were very grateful, and I received the first of many hugs from my daughter-in-law. Hugs that proved to me more enthusiastic and energetic as time went by. She was a very tactile person and loved touching and hugging. Our family was a lot less so, but I have to admit that I enjoyed her touch.
When I met her parents, the story was very different. Whereas I only had one son and a dead wife, they had three daughters. Judging by the attitude, they figured that the other two, younger ones, were a safe bet for the future of the family, especially since the eldest one proved in their eyes to be such a disappointment. They were apparently horrified and in their words "disappointed" in their daughter.
They originally opposed the marriage and wanted their daughter to have the baby taken away. Then they were going to send her to relatives. "To avoid the embarrassment", as they referred to what I could only see as a blessing.
Finally, they relented, and after some more discussions they agreed to the marriage. As parents of the bride, they paid for the wedding, but it was a very humble affair with only about five or six of their friends from school getting invited and actually coming. After the wedding, they seemed to have severed all contact with her. She would call often and the mother would call back about once a month but that was all. They never asked her to come over or how we were all doing.
Since the kids were both still in High school, she simply moved into our house and into my son's bedroom and they would leave for school together. I paid the bills for both of them, gave them pocket money and very little changed in our lives except that my son managed to score each evening.
I could tell it was each evening, because I could hear them through the walls of the bedroom, albeight slightly muffled. She was the noisy one and by the sound of it was able to orgasm quickly and often. Never thought of my son as a stud, so if he managed to get her to climax a few times most nights, she was obviously a good fuck.
Then came the end of school and while my son did very well, my daughter-in-law barely scraped by. She claimed the baby was sucking her brains and her growing belly and the increasing warmth of the approaching summer made it even harder on her to study and concentrate on school work.
When the results came, my son was accepted to a prestigious university on the other side of the country, but instead he chose the local University so that he could stay at home and be with his new family. Not as prestigious, but still very good.
She did not even look for further studies because the last few weeks of the pregnancy were hard on her. She could not eat, could not sleep and was not able to get comfortable. I was not surprised, because on her tiny frame, she looked like she was growing an oversized watermelon in there. The only aspect that seemed to satisfy her was sex and she grew randier the closer she came to giving birth. At one stage I was not sure if my son was able to keep up with her, but I heard them in the evening and in the morning as well.
The baby was born at the end of summer and a week after she came home from the hospital my son started university.
She stayed at home with the baby. And with me.
I work as a consultant mostly from my home office so with the exception of the occasional meeting I was also home most of the time. From the beginning, I helped her a lot with the baby. Her mother came to visit in the hospital, alone, and then left us.
When my daughter-in-law came home, she was not sure about any of it, and was very grateful for my advice and help with the baby, with the recovery and eventually with breastfeeding. That's probably when the hugs started to get warmer and longer. And I got to enjoy them. Her breasts have swelled up as well, and I could not only feel the firm breasts full of milk when she hugged me, she was also comfortable breastfeeding the baby in front of me, although she became very skilled and hiding the nipple from view.
I also welcomed the social contact of having another person at home during the day. As difficult as the pregnancy was, the baby proved to be a very good baby. Her milk was plentiful despite her petite figure and small breast and after a good feed the baby would sleep until the next feed.
In the early days of living at home, she felt awkward and I had my housekeeping system down pat, so there was not a lot of work for her to do. Feeling uncomfortable with the system, she soon started asking about how the washing machine worked and when I explained it to her, she started to wash regularly for all of us. First just the clothes, then all the washing and then even the bed linen once a month.
Then came the time of their birthdays. They had them two weeks apart. Both turning eighteen within fourteen days of each other. First my son then my daughter-in-law. It was a few weeks before that I asked her.
"Do you think your parents will throw you a birthday party?"
"My mother called me two weeks ago and that was to tell me that Dad was sick again. I don't think they even remember it's my birthday." She did not sound bitter but I could tell it hurt her. I could not understand it. I was tickled pink that there was another member of the family in the house.
"Well, since you both have similar friends and I was going to have a party for my son, why don't we have it for both of you. You tell me who you want to invite and I will send out invitations and book a venue and have it all catered for you both. What do you think?"
"No you can't do that." You are already paying for all this for us. Its too much money." Her words were genuine, but the fire in her eyes told me that deep inside she was really excited about the birthday party that she was never expecting but one that she was really hoping for.
"Like I said, I have already decided to give this to you guys, so just tell me who you want to invite."
I finished speaking and as I was getting up she squealed and jumped up from her chair and straight into my arms. My head was turned but in reaction to the scream I turned it back. What she probably wanted to do was kiss my cheek, but it was our lips that met as she then jumped into my arms and wrapped her legs around my torso. I stumbled from the surprise and the shock of the impact, and even more so from the touch of her lips. She completely ignored the accidental kiss and just hugged me tightly, our lips touching. I put my arms around her petite torso. One hand feeling her slim back and the bra strap under the shirt. The other under her ass supporting her weight, my fingers desperately trying to avoid touching her crotch. My mind drifted into forbidden territory, but she seemed to be just genuinely pleased and not in a sexual way.
"Oh sorry," she suddenly pulled away. "I am leaking," she held back her breasts, small dark patch forming near the point of one of the small mounds. She stepped down from the hug. "I hope he's hungry," she added as she smiled and spun around, walking away in the cloud of hair flying behind her.
"Maybe we should milk you and sell it on Ebay," I said, and she stopped, turned around and with a giant grin, winked at me.
"Maybe I could get you to do that for me," and she spun around again and was gone. I was not sure if she meant the sale of the milk on Ebay or the milking part, but my mind again returned to the dirty mind territory.
The birthday party worked out well. I booked a small room and had the entire event catered for. It was easier, and I could keep an eye on the eighteen year olds that suddenly could sample the forbidden alcohol. Still the event was uneventful and as they both had a child that I minded in the corner, the party finished relatively early.
After the birthday party, she felt a lot more comfortable around me and started to hang around my office a lot more until one day she finally built up enough courage to ask the question that was brewing in her mind all this time.
"You know you pay all our bills."
"And you give me money whenever I ask."
"And you let us stay here for free."
