You met Jennifer at a junior high soccer game. You were the coach and she was the mom of Jacob, one of your best players. The two of you immediately hit it off. You were the popular, charming and good looking coach her son looked up to and she was a stunning and intelligent single mother. You went on a few dates and learned more and more about each other. You were a college graduate with a passions for sports who was also a bachelor but open to a relationship with the right woman. Jenny was a recently divorced young mother who was mostly looking for a partner for herself. The fact that you had such an amazing relationship with her son was a bonus. And while there was a bit of an age difference - you were 48 and she was 35 - this was not a problem. The two of you were a perfect match. It didn't take you too long to propose to her. It was a little spontaneous but she told you before that she was open to the idea of being married again. But when you proposed her face turned serious.
  

  
"Look, honey, I love you. But before I can answer your question there is something I must tell you. You see, Jacob is not my only child. I had a daughter when I was 16. Her name is Emily and her father was merely a fling. He basically disappeared after I got pregnant." This was clearly a shocking revelation but you tried to maintain your composure. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier, but you must understand how judgemental people can be. I wanted to see if we get serious and if I can trust you enough. I must protect both her and myself. I was hoping I will have the chance to tell you before we take the next step but it looks like I waited too long." You were surprised but assured her that you understood her reasons and still wanted to get married. She looked so happy when you said this, she basically jumped in your arms and immediately said 'yes'.
  

  
Emily was attending college in Europe and she was going to arrive on a Saturday, a week before the wedding. You were excited to finally meet her. The whole day was spent with preparations for her arrival. Jenny and you cleaned the house and made dinner. Everything looked great. Around 6 pm there was a knock on the door and Jenny told you that you should answer it. If Emily's existence was the first surprise her appearance was the second. When you opened the door you stood face to face with a beautiful young woman. Her face was heart shaped with features that could only be described as angelic. Narrow, brown eyes, a cute nose and wide lips, framed by long curly brown hair. Her skin was a medium brown color and was flawless all around. She was smiling at you with her whole face. It was early May so her clothes were somewhat revealing. A form fitting white tank top to contrast with her dark skin and a short skirt showed off her perfect body and long legs. Her figure was slender but decidedly feminine. You had no idea how to react. She was almost too beautiful to be true. She thought your surprise was because of her ethnicity, something she expected, so she decided to break the silence.
  

  
"Hi, I'm Emily. I guess this was not how pictured me." She said this with a playful giggle. "You must be mom's fiancé."
  

  
"Uh, yes. Hi Emily." You felt so awkward but Emily was not trying to make you uncomfortable. She was trying to make small talk as you went inside. Her friendly and confident demeanor was a great help for you and by the time you entered the living room you were back to your normal self. Yet, you couldn't get over the fact of how captivating she was.
  

  
The evening went great. It was clear that Jenny was really close to her daughter. Emily inherited both her mother's intelligence and beauty. In fact, she was even more stunning than your fiancée. The whole evening you tried to steal glances at her. She was so mesmerizing. The four of you had dinner then decided to play board games. The more time you spent in the company of Emily the more you felt like a stupid teenager having a crush. Sometimes your elbows would touch and you were more and more sure that it was deliberate on her part. Maybe she was flirting with you. At 10 pm Jacob went to sleep and Jenny opened a bottle of wine. While Emily was only 19, she just spent a year in Europe so her mother figured this was not her first time drinking. The three of you had a great night. You and Jenny told Emily how you met each other and she told you about her year in Europe. She was also open about her relationships: a Spanish boy who broke her heart, a girl from Latvia she had a crush on but who wasn't interested in her and a Swedish boy who she was friends with but wasn't sure if there was more to it as he was a bit older. It was typical teenage stuff but you felt so young listening to these. She gave you a smile as she finished her story. This must have been a sign. She was clearly flirting with you since she arrived. The story with the older guy was not a coincidence. You might actually make a move on her. She then said how lucky you were finding each other and how happy she was for you. After a few hours Jenny got up to go to sleep. She said goodnight to both of you and told you to just stay up and bond as long as you want to.
  

  
"I like you a lot." Emily said once Jenny left the room. Okay, this is clearly a sign, you thought. She wants it too. "I think you're a great guy and I know mom is happy with you. I hope you will make her..." You probably did not even hear the second part. You pulled up close to her, put your arm around her shoulder and leaned in for a kiss. "What are you doing?!" She sounded frightened but you didn't care anymore.
  

  
"Stop fighting it, I know this is exactly what you want." You tried to force your mouth on hers. At this point she was crying. Then you felt a sharp pain in your neck and everything went dark.
  

  
You woke up lying on the same couch you were sitting with Emily. Your arms and legs were bound and your mouth was gagged. You looked around and in the kitchen you saw them. Jenny was standing there tightly embracing her daughter who was sobbing into her mother's chest uncontrollably. "It's okay baby, I'm here now. Why don't you go and try to get some sleep, he won't hurt you anymore, I promise. Just try to get some rest while I go and take out the trash." You wanted to protest but you couldn't. You were never going to hurt her, you thought she was flirting with you. Of course by then you knew you were wrong. You were blinded by her beauty and your own desires. Jenny kept comforting her daughter for a few more minutes but eventually Emily went upstairs to her room and your fiancée walked over to you. Her eyes were teary and she was shaking as she sat down beside you.
  

  
"What did you do? How could you do this to my little baby? How could you do this to me?" She wasn't really looking for you to answer, though. She just reached over to you, undid your pants and slid them down. Your cock and balls were now exposed to her. "I know deep down you are a good man, but what happened today is inexcusable. I know it wasn't your fault and you didn't want to hurt anyone. You were just overcome by lust. But I must make sure this never happens again. I promised Emily that I'll keep her safe and make sure you can't hurt her." She then went to the kitchen again and came back with a metal tool. As she came closer you realized it was a nutcracker. "I'm sorry, but this is the only way. Your balls caused this and they will do it again if I don't fix the problem." With that she carefully placed your testicles into the nutcracker and closed it on them with all her strength. There was an audible crack followed by the worst pain you ever felt. Then you passed out.
  

  
You woke up in your own house. Your groin was aching and you felt sick. Next to you was a letter written by Jenny telling you that if you ever contact them again they will press charges against you plus she will tell everyone you know that you were castrated. There is nothing you can do now. You haven't thought about sex since that day. You also quit your job so you don't have to see Jenny ever again. You now live as an eunuch, earning money by selling your ass to men over the internet.