Chapter 5

I let her settle down a little, then started to go back at it. She fought me off though, so I straightened up. As I look back now, I believe those seats were designed for what I did next. I put her legs back on my shoulders, then got my dick lined up with her hole.

“Wait,” she said. “I want to watch.” Mom and Laura were on both sides of us.

I managed to get her scooted back onto the seat. She grabbed my shoulders and pulled herself forward, then looked down. I jammed myself into her then. Her head hit my chest and she squealed. I stopped right there and let her calm down. She finally brought her head up and looked at me with a big smile on her face.

“This is going to be so much fun,” she said, as she lay back in the seat. “You know now that you will have no one else, right?”

“I don’t want anyone else. I’m happy with the harem I have here.”

I slid out a little, and she cringed. I slowly slid back in and pressed in as far as I could go.

“Be careful there, studly. That may be my cervix you’re bumping there.”

“I’ll try to be careful.”

I started a slow rhythm. That lasted for a little while, then it was apparent that she wanted things to go a bit faster. I accommodated her. Eventually, I had to grab her hips so I didn’t push her too far back in the seat. I have no idea how long we’d been at it, but I could feel mine coming on.

“Do you really want my baby, Sarah?”

“More ... than...”

She didn’t finish. She went off right then, and I followed. I couldn’t cover my ears that time. I could feel that I was hitting something inside her, but I was too far gone, at that point, to care. We finally settled down.

“I think that was my cervix,” Sarah said. “It didn’t hurt. I’ve heard it hurts like a bitch if you go in there.”

“I don’t want to hurt any of you.”

“We don’t want you to either. We’re having too much fun.”

Over the next two days, I think we made love in every room of the house. That included both of the spare bedrooms. The girls and I agreed that one of those was ours when Dad was there. It is the farthest one from Mom and his room.

I have a friend that knows more about computers than all of our teachers combined. Actually, he has done some hacking, but I can’t tell you when or where. Let’s just say that he made a “little bit” of money on what he found. I’ll call him Jerry.

Jerry came over one day because I invited him. He was impressed with the computer system that Dad had, but he didn’t have any problems getting past all of his passwords. He showed me how to get back into it later, and how to close it down without leaving a trace that I had even been in there.

“Why do you want to get into his computer?” Mom asked.

“I don’t know about you, but I want to know that we’re not getting screwed when we pull all of this off. I want us to get every penny that we are entitled to. He has to be keeping records somewhere, and that’s the most logical place.”

“I don’t know how you’re going to do it, but good luck.”

Our fa ... sperm donor ... is a smart man. He started at the company he’s at when he came out of college, and is now one of the top executives. Business, he knows. Getting people to see things he wants them to, he can do. Passwords ... no. That lame duck uses the same password for everything. (candybigboobs) How lame is that?

Over the next four weeks, I found out a lot about him and “his” money. He does have a lot of stocks and bonds, but he also has money offshore. He has one big account in Switzerland too. I ran off copies of everything I found, and kept it in “our room”. As soon as I thought I had enough, I turned it all over to Mom. She, in turn, gave it all to her lawyer.

About two weeks later, we got some very good news from several places. First of all, I woke up with three things on my pillow. They turned out to be test strips. Each one had two blue strips on them. My women were standing by the door with really big smiles on their faces.

“Does this mean?” All three nodded. “Then I’m going to be...?” They nodded again.

Later that day, there was a knock at the door. It was a courier from the lawyer’s office. Mom had the papers she needed for a divorce. After she shut the door, we all came out of hiding. She just stood there, looking at the packet. We walked up to her and she started to cry. I wrapped my arms around her and held her for a few minutes.