My Host’s Daughter and Her Marijuana Question

I stepped out of the rental car and onto the waterfront, the sound of the city fading into the background as I made my way to the Mid-Week Mixer. The event was being held in a large venue, with a stunning view of the water. I had been looking forward to this night for weeks, and was excited to catch up with old friends.

As I entered the venue, I was immediately greeted by the familiar faces of my friends. We exchanged warm hugs and hellos, and I was quickly pulled into a group of people laughing and chatting. I had always been the life of the party, and it was clear that I still had a knack for bringing people together.

Rachel, one of my closest friends, came up to me and asked if I still smoked weed. I knew where she was going with this, and smiled to myself as I replied that I still enjoyed the occasional joint. Rachel’s next question caught me off guard, however – her mother, Janet, wanted her to ask me if she could smoke with me.

I was taken aback by this request, but tried to play it cool as I smiled and nodded at Rachel. I knew that Janet was a free spirit, and that she and Rachel were close. I also knew that Janet’s husband, Rachel’s step-father, was a bit more uptight, and that he might not approve of his wife smoking.

Rachel walked away, leaving me to wonder what had just transpired. I looked over at Janet, who was chatting with my father and his friends. She caught my eye and smiled, and I felt a spark of attraction that I hadn’t expected.

“Hey there Blue-eyes, long time no see,” Janet said, coming over to me with a hug. I smiled and replied, “It’s the Irish in me.” We chatted for a bit, and I could tell that Janet was looking for a way to get out of the venue. I saved her the trouble by suggesting that we take a break and get some fresh air.

As we walked out of the venue, I couldn’t help but notice the way Janet’s dress moved as she walked. It was a beautiful, flowing design that showcased her figure perfectly. I felt a pang of attraction, and found myself wondering what it would be like to be with her.

When Rachel’s step-father asked me to escort Janet back to the hotel because she was feeling unwell, I didn’t hesitate. As we drove, I couldn’t help but steal glances at Janet, who was smiling and chatting with me. I could tell that she was enjoying herself, and I was happy to be the one making her happy.

As we pulled up to the hotel, Janet commented on how nice I smelled. I smiled and replied, “It’s this new cologne I’m wearing. Apparently, it works as advertised.” She laughed, and I couldn’t help but notice the way her breasts moved as she did so. I tried to play it cool, but couldn’t help but sneak a few glances at her.

“Are you having any trouble back there?” Janet asked, turning around to look at me. I stuttered and replied, “Yeah, everything’s good, just trying to find the stuff in my bag.” She smiled and reached out to help me, her hand brushing against my thigh as she did so. I felt a spark of attraction, and knew that I was in trouble.

“I think we’re here,” Rachel’s step-father said, breaking the tension. I smiled and nodded, trying to play it cool as I helped Janet out of the car. As we stood there, I couldn’t help but wonder what the night had in store for me and Janet.

As I stood facing Janet at the window, I was momentarily blinded by the darkness of the room. I had forgotten that we hadn’t turned on the lights when we first entered. I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself, my eyes slowly adjusting to the dim light.

Janet’s silhouette was the first thing I noticed, but as my vision improved, I began to make out the curves of her body, her dress nearly transparent in the glow of the city lights below. I felt a sudden jolt of electricity as I realized I was alone in a room with a woman I had been fantasizing about, who was also a family friend and happily married.

“I had been thinking about what you said in the car, and you are right,” Janet said, her voice low and husky. I was taken aback, unsure what she meant, but she took a step towards me, her eyes locked on mine. “These trips I go on, trying to relive my youth, you were right,” she repeated.

Janet’s words hung in the air, and I felt a sense of trepidation wash over me. What was she talking about? And then, in a move that left me breathless, she slid off the spaghetti straps of her dress, letting it fall to the ground in a soft whisper.

“You have what I need, Blue-eyes, and you’re going to love giving it to me,” Janet whispered, her eyes locked on mine. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of desire, my body reacting to her words in ways I couldn’t control.

Janet’s nude body was a vision of beauty, her small breasts full and firm, her nipples hard as diamonds. Her stomach was flat, with a barely visible trail of blond hair running from her navel down between her legs. Her pussy was beautiful, shaved smooth except for a small tuft of hair above.

I was speechless, unsure of how to respond to Janet’s words. But she didn’t seem to need an answer, instead, she began to speak, her voice low and husky. “My husband and I have not had sex in a long time. We did not even have sex on our anniversary. You heard our phone call. Maybe I am traveling around the country doing all these things out of frustration?”

Janet’s words were like a punch to the gut, leaving me reeling. I felt like I was in a dream, a dream that I didn’t want to wake up from. And then, she asked the question that left me breathless, “Are you willing to fuck this old lady?”

I stuttered out a response, “You are not old,” trying to sound suave, but I knew I had failed miserably. Janet didn’t seem to care, instead, she began a deliberate walk towards me, her eyes locked on mine.

“You did not fully answer the question?” she said, her voice low and husky. “You know I could tell you were excited in the car.” “I felt you against me in the elevator, and your saw your face in the mirrors struggling to hide it.” “I could see you in the window just now, undressing me with your eyes.”

With each small step, Janet seemed to be drawing me in, her words weaving a spell of desire around me. And then, she was right in front of me, her face inches from mine.

“You invited me into your room as a proper gentleman, and now that we are behind closed doors, I will let you know that you do not necessarily need to act like one with me now,” Janet whispered, her breath hot against my ear.

As I stood there, frozen in time, Janet’s hands moved with a newfound sense of urgency. She grasped my cock, her fingers wrapping around it like a vice, and slowly began to move her hips in a sensual rhythm. Our eyes locked, and I felt a spark of electricity run through my body as I watched her gaze drift down to my cock.

“Shhh,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing. I swallowed hard, my throat dry, as I realized the gravity of our situation. We were standing in front of a huge window, with her husband just a stone’s throw away, and she was still talking to him on the phone.

“Hey, honey, how’s everything going?” she cooed, her voice dripping with seduction. I felt a pang of unease as I watched her, my mind racing with the possibilities of what could go wrong. But Janet was beyond reason, lost in a world of her own making, and I was powerless to stop her.

“Yeah, I heard the hotel phone ring while in the bathroom, but those things don’t have caller ID, so I had no clue who it was,” she continued, her voice growing more confident. I felt my heart racing as I watched her, my cock throbbing in her hand. It was as if she was daring us to get caught, to be discovered in this compromising position.

Janet’s husband droned on, oblivious to the fact that his wife was about to come apart in my arms. “It’s about 8:30 right now, so the buses should be coming by shortly… You’re going out with some of the boys instead?” Janet’s eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body as she began to move her hips more quickly, her grip on my cock tightening.

And then, in a move that left me breathless, Janet slid herself back onto my cock, her eyes flashing with a mixture of desire and defiance. I felt a surge of adrenaline as I watched her, my heart pounding in my chest. We were playing a game of cat and mouse, with our freedom hanging precariously in the balance.

“Ohhhh… Yeah, honey, I am okay… I still am having stomach cramps, but nothing horrible… No, no, really, I am fine… Go out with the boys. You know they would end up blaming me if you didn’t go out,” she cooed, her voice dripping with seduction. I felt my cock throb in her hand, my body responding to her words like a well-trained animal.

As we moved in unison, our bodies swaying to the rhythm of our own private dance, I felt a sense of madness wash over me. We were dancing on the edge of disaster, our lives hanging precariously in the balance. But Janet was beyond reason, lost in a world of her own making, and I was powerless to stop her.

And then, in a move that left me breathless, Janet ended the call and threw the phone on the floor. She raised her arms, her palms pressing against the window, and began to yell, “Do you see him? My husband is just right down over there. Fuck me. Oh, I love your fucking cock. Fuck me. Give me it. Give me what my husband won’t. This is your pussy now. Oh, God, you have an amazing cock.”

As her words echoed through the room, I felt a sense of release wash over me. We were beyond reason, lost in a world of our own making, and I was powerless to stop her.

As I looked at Janet, her knees began to give way, and I knew she couldn’t keep going in this position any longer. I pinched her nipples, bringing her back up to me, sending chills down her spine.

“Ah, yes, like that,” she whispered.

While still inside her, we shared a passionate kiss as I slowly walked her to the bed. She laid down on her back, extending her legs over her head.

“More, please,” she begged, her eyes locked on mine.

Grabbing her ankles, I mounted her. In this position, we both knew I was going even deeper into her than before. I couldn’t hold back my animal instincts any longer.

“Oh God, yes, give it to me,” she screamed.

I got up on my feet, grabbing her shoulders, and pulled her to the edge of the bed. I began relentlessly thrusting into her, and she started yelling, “Fuck me, oh God, fuck me, this is incredible. Fill me with your cum. Give me your babies.”

“Fill my womb with your hot cum! Do it now!!!” she shouted, her voice echoing through the room.

Suddenly, I felt my feet slip out from under me. I didn’t relent, and my full weight fell down on her. I continued pulling her shoulders back towards me, my cock buried to the hilt against her womb.

“Yes, like that,” she yelped, her body trembling with pleasure.

We both loudly climaxed, not giving a fuck who heard us. The feeling on my cock was indescribable as her pussy clamped down and rippled around me.

Janet was curled up, her body in a state of shock from the intensity of her orgasms. I didn’t know how to react, other than curling up behind her, spooning her close to my body.

“Hey, I’m okay,” she said, turning her head to kiss me.

We both smiled, and I joked with her, saying, “Mission Accomplished.” Janet laughed and said, “More than you’d ever know.”

As I showered and went to bed, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that something special had just happened between us.

The next morning, Rachel asked me what happened, and I said, “Not much, we did the deed, went back to the hotel, and went to bed.” Rachel seemed to accept that, but I knew I was still in the clear.

However, when Rachel’s stepfather thanked me for escorting his wife home, I felt a spark of guilt. I didn’t know what to make of it, but I played along, smiling and accepting the invitation to join them next time.

Janet didn’t show her face until later that evening, but when she did, she was all smiles, acting like nothing was wrong. I thought to myself, “I must have done a number on that woman. Hopefully, she’s recovering.”

But as I saw her next, she was all smiles, and her friendly tone reassured me that everything was back to normal. The convention went on as usual, and finished with nothing more exciting happening.

Several months went by, and my father called me up to say that Rachel and her family were in town visiting. I shouldn’t miss the opportunity to see Janet again, so I headed over.

As I drove up the driveway, I could see the family was all there. Janet and her husband were standing arm in arm, talking with my parents. I thought to myself, “The two of them appear happier. I’m glad things have gotten better between them.”

Rachel came running out to meet me, excitedly sharing, “You’ll never guess what happened. I’m going to be a sister!” I was shocked, and I looked over Rachel’s shoulder, feeling a sense of déjà vu as I saw Janet staring right at me, with a big smile on her face.

“Hey there, Blue-eyes!” she called out, winking at me.

I responded like always, saying, “It’s the Irish in me.” Only this time, Janet’s husband chimed in, “It’s genetic, you know. Our little baby will have blue eyes just like his parents.”

Janet looked embarrassed, but I couldn’t believe how I was able to contain my laughter. The rest of the evening was uneventful, but I had the chance to talk to Rachel and ask how things at home were doing.

Rachel replied, “Since my mother is pregnant, she seems more happy. I don’t think she’s going to be planning trips anytime soon, but she’s still going on a winery tour next weekend just north of here.”

After the evening, I had time to sit back and relax, checking my email, and saw a message from an unfamiliar email address. It was from Janet! “Hey there, Blue-eyes. I’m supposed to be going on a winery tour next weekend, but my friend bailed on me at the last minute. Don’t suppose you know anyone who’d like to join an old pregnant woman?” I replied, “I’m no wine expert quite yet, but I hear that just like women, wine becomes finer with age.”

As I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, I contemplated all the events that had taken place until now. I wrote this story so you could go back, reread it, and relive it just as I did. Recalling the minute details from all my interactions with Janet that night, everything began to make sense.

Janet’s husband didn’t want to get pregnant, but she did, and I was the perfect man for the job. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn’t help but smile, knowing that I was the father of her child.

The realization hit me like a ton of bricks, and I knew that my life would never be the same again. I was excited to see what the future held, knowing that I had a special place in Janet’s life, and in the life of her unborn child.