lay on him as much as she wanted. She settled her head on his chest and allowed one leg to rest in between his legs. Her thigh nudged his cock. He could be ready again soon, but he knew she wasn't so he draped his arms around her and just held her as she drifted to sleep.
He spent the weekend making love to her, taking care of her, talking with her. The time went by fast and Tayla was home once again. Tonight Nefertiti would sleep in her own bed for the first time since her parents' death. As much as he wanted her in his bed he needed to take some time to gradually introduce Tayla to his willingness to take another wife. He expected she would have some concerns and that was best dealt with before Nefertiti took to his bed while Tayla was home.
After an exchange of hugs and Tayla practically circulating throughout the house as Nefertiti's shadow it was time for bed.
He walked both upstairs and sent Tayla in her room. He leaned in closer to Nefertiti, looked her in the eyes and said, "I'll come up later."
She simply nodded, said goodnight to Tayla and went to her room.
An hour later, once he was sure Tayla was asleep, he went up to see Nefertiti. She had been crying again.
"Hey," he sat beside her on the bed.
"My mother," she showed him the picture. "And my father." She showed another. "Beautiful aren't they?"
"Yes they are." He could see the love in her eyes.
"Tayla asleep?"
"Yes."
She sat the pictures back on her nightstand. "Did you come for me?" She untied her robe exposing baby pink panties and a black tank top.
“We don't have to."
"I want to." She stood and removed her clothes and he followed suit while she turned down the bed.
It didn't take him long to come to rest between her legs and when he did, he took his time ravishing her body. He didn't stay the night in her bed, though he wanted to. For weeks they kept up their midnight affair. After a couple months he managed to work up the nerve to ask Tayla what she'd think about him dating again. She was fine with it as long as they kept Nefertiti on. When he told her that's how he had in mind she seemed ecstatic.
"And if I were to propose? Would you be okay with her as your stepmother?"
"Yes!" She had beamed. He swore her to secrecy since he hadn't asked Nefertiti yet. He wasn't sure how he would ask her, but he planned on it. It was time to put part two of his plan in motion while he diligently worked at part one.
One day while he sat in the kitchen with Tayla, Nefertiti cooked dinner. "It smells o...sweet," she said of the crème sauce right before she threw up in the trash. Tayla had been talking to his mother at the time. Being a woman she had no doubt long ago realized he was having sex with Nefertiti. He wasn't surprised when Tayla handed him the phone and professed, "Grandma wants to talk to you."
"Mom." He said absently.
"Did you knock her up?"
"I hope so," was all he would say.
"Well are you sure she wants children?"
He wasn't. He hadn't expected she didn't until his mother asked him. He needed to find out so he waited until Tayla went to sleep before going upstairs to Nefertiti's room.
"I wasn't expecting you tonight." She sat up in bed.
"Are you feeling better?"
"Yes. I don't know why I felt so sick. Maybe the milk was bad."
He suspected something else. "Do you want children?"
She looked taken aback for a moment. "Of course. I'd like a couple. A boy and a girl, but it doesn't really matter so long as they're happy, healthy and free." She stopped suddenly. "You don't want more; do you?"
"I do," he said. "It's just...well we've had about two and a half months of uninterrupted sex."
"Three," she corrected. Then he saw the understanding look on her face.
"I never used a condom."
"Oh my. I'm not on anything. Oh, but it couldn’t be." She counted on her fingers. "I'm so sorry. Tayla..."
"Seeing as though I've already cleared marrying you with her I think she'll be fine with a brother or sister." He placed his hand to her stomach.