Chapter 2: Martha POV
I was seven months pregnant by my granddaughters boyfriend and I hate that I had kept it hidden from her for so long, but the truth had to come out and it had at the diner the previous week.
Sienna had left that day without another word, her face masking the tears that threaten to seep through at any moment. Jack had tried to follow her, but I told him to let her be and let her process the news.
But what she didn't know is Jack was coming over today. he said that he needed to talk to me but in reality, we had done a lot of "talking" over the past few months. So much so that I was pregnant with his baby.
I didn't plan it, but I couldn't deny that I loved him, even if it was forbidden and twisted. I had never felt this way about anyone before, at least in the past thirty years, and I was determined to make it work, even if that meant lying to my granddaughter.
I watched as Jack walked up the path to my house, his shoulders slumped and his face filled with worry. He looked so defeated and lost, and my heart went out to him. But then I reminded myself that as he was in his twenties, he was mroe than capable of making his own decisions. The twisted reality was that he wanted to see me tonight just as much as I wanted to see him.
I smiled to myself as I watched him approach my door. I had played this scene out in my head a hundred times, but I never imagined it would be under these circumstances.
I opened the door before he could knock, and his eyes widened in surprise. He looked even more handsome than I remembered, his dark hair ruffled and his green eyes sparkling in the fading afternoon light.
"Martha," he said, his voice a little unsteady. "Can we talk?"
I stepped aside and gestured for him to come in. "Of course, Jack.
Come on in," I said, smirking as I watched him walk past me into the house. He looked nervous, and I decided to enjoy the power dynamic this visit afforded me.
"So, what's on your mind?" I asked, gesturing for him to take a seat on the couch.
He hesitated for a moment before sitting down, his eyes darting around the room nervously.
I knew right away that he had something important to discuss with me, but I was in no hurry to let him speak.
I took my time, pouring us both a glass of wine and taking a seat next to him on the couch. I could feel the tension between us, like a live wire just waiting to electrocute us both. I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking, what he was feeling. Did he still love Sienna? Did he regret what had happened between us? Or was he finally ready to admit that he had feelings for me, too?
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jack spoke. "I'm not being honest with Sienna and I don't think this is the right time to break things off with her. I mean, we're in a small town and small towns talk. We can't be with each other, at least not yet," He said. His eyes pleaded with me, and I could feel the tension building between us.
"But what about us, Jack?" I asked, my voice husky with desire.
"We can't ignore what's between us, Martha. I know I can't," He replied, his voice low and intense.
I dropped to my knees. "Does grandma need to make all of this go away?"I asked as I palmed the crotch of his jeans.
"Martha... you're pregnant. You shouldn't be down there," jack said, his voice hoarse.
"But you want me to be?" i asked him and I could tell by the way he leaned intome, pushing his crotch further into my hand.
"Does my granddaughter touch you like this?" I asked him.
I could see the conflict in his eyes, the battle between what he knew was right and what he wanted.
"Martha, you know it's not that simple," he replied, gripping the edge of the couch.
"Oh, I know it's not," I said as I undid his pants.
He groaned, his body tensing as I ground myself against him.
I could feel his arousal growing, pressing hard against my core.
"God, I know your pussy is going to feel much better than hers," Jack admitted.
"It will?" I asked him and Jack nodded.
"fuck yes. It's been too goddamn long. On your back, Martha." Jack commanded. "I need to feel your wetness against me, I need to be inside of you, Martha. Now."
He dragged me by my waist, and I tumbled on my back as he had commanded. He didn't waste any time and forcefully tugged my leggings down my legs, exposing my gray lacy thong. I felt the humidity in the air as my skin met it; my cheeks flushed a deep shade of red with embarrassment. I was exposed, vulnerable, and at his mercy.
I pulled him closer to me by his collar.
I wanted to taste the regret on his lips, to take back some of the power that he had stolen from me. I kissed him hard, my tongue exploring the depths of his mouth. He resisted for a moment, but then he gave in, and I could feel his body relax.
His hands wandered up to my breasts, his fingers tracing the lace of my bra. I moaned as he grazed my nipples, my back arching off the couch. I could feel myself getting wetter with every touch, my body begging for more.
"I always loved older women," jack admitted. He tugged his pants down and his cock sprang free. It was long, thick, and as hard as stone, and I couldn't wait to feel it inside of me.
"God, you're so beautiful, Martha," Jack murmured, his eyes roaming over my body with desire. "I never stopped wanting you."
I bit my lip as he kneeled down between my legs, his hands gripping the waistband of my underwear.
"Then what are you waiting for?" I asked, my voice breathy with anticipation.
He pulled my thong down slowly, his eyes fixated on the patch of golden hair hiding my folds.
His breath hitched when he saw my naked flesh, and I bit my lip at the sight of him. He had the kind of body that made you want to run your hands all over him, and I couldn't resist.
I reached down, grabbing the front of his boxer briefs and pulling them down too, revealing his towering cock. He was bigger than I remembered, and I bit my lip again as I marveled at him.
"Just fuck me Jack before I change my mind," I ordered. I was soaked, my wetness dripping down my inner thighs as I opened myself up to him. I wanted this, wanted him, no matter how wrong it was.
Jack needs no further encouragement. He plunged his cock deep inside of me, a loud groan escaping his lips. I cried out as he filled me, the pleasure of him stretching me almost too much to bear.
He thrusted into me hard and fast, each movement sending a jolt of pleasure through my entire body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of me.
"Jack, harder!" I moaned.
"Fuck me, Jack, I need you, I need this." I reached between us, finding my swollen clit with my fingertips and rubbing it mindlessly.
Jack groaned, his thrusts getting faster and harder. "You like that, do you, Martha? You like haves me inside of you?"
I closed my eyes, letting myself get lost in the pleasure. "Yes, I do, Jack. I love it. Take me harder, Jack. Make me scream."
He smiled, his eyes shining with desire.
"I love it when you talk dirty, Martha," he growled, his thrusts getting harder and faster.
I reached up to grip the back of the couch, throwing my head back as the pleasure took over. My clit throbbed under my fingers, and I could feel myself getting close to the edge.
Jack sensed it too, his body tensing as he neared his own climax. I could feel him getting bigger inside of me, the head of his cock hitting me in just the right spot to drive me wild.
"Fuck, Jack.
Don't stop," I groaned, my hips writhing underneath him.
He pounded into me, his muscular arms tense and riveted. I could feel my core tightening around his cock, the sensation of him filling me up bringing me to the brink of release.
I whimpered loudly, my fingers digging into the couch. I bowed my back, lifting my ass up to meet his thrusts, revelling in the sense of power it gave me.
Jack grunted, his body tensing, a low growl escaping his throat.
"I'm going to cum, Martha" he groaned, and I could feel the hot spurts of his release fill me, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through my own body.
But just then I gasped as the front door open and there my granddaughter stood.