"Fuck! You're one horny bitch Lindy! Not that I've any complaints. In fact I'll table a deal for you. One that will suit everyone. You're going to be here for me when I want.! You're going to be my piece of pussy on the side. You do that for me. You give me what I want, when I want and I'll promise to stop playing the field. That way, you, me your daughter, we're all satisfied. Your daughter can be happy I'm no longer playing the field...well not completely. Meanwhile, you'll get some much needed cock., while I get your horny mouth and cunt." He laughed, adding, "Of course hubby doesn't get so much from the deal but what do we care, so long as we're both getting it away! My bet is he was never up to much in the first place." He pulled me forward once more using my hair like reins where despite my still trying to take on board what he'd just said and as ridiculous as it was, my mouth once more opened to receive his tongue. He held me there for what seemed an age, him kissing me hard and with passion though what frightened me more, was my kissing him back to the point our mouths were crushing together, our heads turning this way and that an almost desperate hunger for one another. Finally he pulled away.
"I'll take that as we have ourselves a deal then Lindy?"
Again in my head, despite all that had just happened I wanted to say no. I wanted to tell him what a foul mouthed, cheating bastard he was but try as I might, the words simply would not come out.
"And I can think of no better time to start than right now." He said as he took a step back.
"I can't! I have work!" I pleaded my own words giving some hope that I still might get out of this tryst.
"Yeah! Sure you do! Like working on my cock for one!" he sneered.
He took a further step back where my eyes were unable to resist following the movement of his hand as he started to stroke at the bulge now more than evident beneath his shorts.
"Come here Lindy and get down on your knees. It's time Mum in law showed me how much she can appreciate a real cock."
I stood and before I knew what was happening my legs were doing the opposite of what my head was demanding. I took a step, then a second and suddenly I was dropping to my knees in front of him. He leant forward and took a hold of my hand, guiding it towards the bulge in his shorts.
"Come on Lindy! Stroke it! Why should I have to wank on my own cock when I know my interfering bitch of a Mum in law is eager to do it for me?"
Still holding my hand in his he began stroking my fingers up and down his bulge. "Ohhh God No!" I whimpered.
"What's up Lindy? Shocked with how big a real cock can be?" He laughed. "Well just imagine what it's going to feel like when I am pounding it into your cunt! Of course it might take a bit of getting used to," he taunted, "given you've only had hubby's pathetic little prick up there but don't worry Lindy. You'll get used to it soon enough and trust me, once you do you'll be wondering why you never asked me before."
His sick and appalling words were enough to have disgusted any decent, moral minded individual yet as those same words reverberated around in my head I was growing more and more aroused. Suddenly, with neither rhyme nor reason I was reaching beneath his shorts, clawing at the material in my efforts to reveal what lay beneath. I fumbled and clawed and pulled until finally his member sprang upright, freed from it's cotton sheathed confines.
I think I must have moaned out loud, I can't be certain, what I was sure was, he was huge. Not just in length, which my heady brain seemed to calculate must have been a good eight inches, but in girth too and suddenly I started to wonder how on earth his cotton shorts had ever been able to hold it at bay. I scrambled for it, my right hand reaching for his shaft while my left began stroking beneath a pair of pendulous balls, the size of which I had never before witnessed. My hand began stroking its way up and down his thick, veiny shaft, my mind immediately taken aback with the realisation, such was his girth, I was unable to get my fingers to meet. I quickly lowered my mouth, eager to see if I'd be able to accommodate such a large bulbous head, never once did it occur to me it had been years since I'd allowed a mans cock anywhere near my lips, never mind actually in my mouth. I slathered my mouth and lips over and over his helmet, like I imagined one of his two bit whores might.
The reality was, I was horrified at my own actions yet all logic for now seemed to have been suspended. It was then I felt his hands pressing down on my head as I ground my lips and mouth against a donkey sized shaft. My hands continuing to stimulate, one wrapped around his cock, the other kneading beneath his heavy balls where every now and again I took the time to clean the head of his cock of precum.
"Fuck you've a sweet mouth bitch!" he moaned as he rocked too and fro. I should have been repulsed by his words but instead, incredibly, I felt a kind of pride in the knowledge he was pleased with what I was doing. and my lips continued to lament up and down his rock hard shaft.
Moments later his hand twisted into my hair to yank my head back. where he held my head firm as he began forcing his cock deeper into my mouth until his mushroomed shaped head was buried all the way to the back of my throat. He forced himself deeper still until I could feel his balls churning hotly against my chin. The reality was, I was gagging but he was relentless and I knew at any moment he would be ready to ejaculate into my mouth.
"Suck! Suck! Suck!" he was chanting as I was forced to work my lips back and forth along his shaft.
He began to moan louder than ever and I knew he was only moments away from release. His fingers twisted harder into my hair pulling me forward toward his musty crotch where in unison with one final, almost brutal thrust, the head of his cock seemed to extend another inch. before seconds later he erupted.
I could feel his cock twitching, how could I not, he was huge. Each new pulse sending another jet of come down my throat yet as big as he was I couldn't believe he could produce so much semen. It flooded my mouth like cream where what I was unable to swallow found its way into my breathing passages until even my nose was a dripping mess.
By the time he pulled away some moments later, my face was a gooey mess. I knelt there, feeling exactly as I was, a mother overcome with shame, knowing I must look like some cheap whore who had just performed a few dollars work. I was truly unable to comprehend how and why this had all gone so wrong. He took another step back and I lifted my head to look at him only to be stopped mid gaze by the very real surprise his erection was still as hard as ever.
"Take off your jacket!" he ordered.
I looked up at him and for a fleeting moment considered defying him yet even as this thought was running through my head I was shrugging the jacket from my shoulders. I placed it to one side. He stepped forward, where my eyes were held by his cock as it bounced up and down like a flagpole in a wind. For a moment I wondered if he was going to offer it to my mouth once more, instead he reached down and pressing his hands over my blouse began fondling roughly at my breasts. I closed my eyes, willing this menace of a man to stop, yet as crude and as vulgar as his actions were I could already feel my nipples responding.
"Hmmm! Not so prim and prissy now, are we Lindy?" he said as he used both hands to tear apart my blouse and thus release my bra covered breasts. He ran his hand over each before reaching up where his fingers twisted firmly into my hair. He swung me backward so that I was now lying on the floor. I was still trying to figure how I had allowed this to happen when he took several steps until he was straddling my body. I watched as he slid a hand up along his shaft where he shook a last remaining drop of semen from its tip. He laughed as it landed on my open blouse. I was being defiled, humiliated and knew it, yet there seemed nothing I could do about it.
"Spread your legs Lindy!" he ordered. "Show me that unsatisfied cunt of yours!"
I was horrified and immediately thought of my daughter, the sole reason for my being in this position, except now I was wondering what she would make of her lust crazed mother. Feeling more and more like the whore I had become I did as he'd instructed. Parting my thighs I could feel my crotch straining against the thin lace of my panties. He stepped back to peer up beneath my risen skirt.
"Nice! I think I'm going to enjoy sticking my cock in your pussy Lindy!" he said crudely.
"Then go ahead and do it! Get it over with!" I shouted, astonishing myself with this request.
"Ah well you see, it's not as simple as all that Lindy! First you have to tell me how much you want it."
"I don't! You disgust me!" I cried, hoping in seeing my distress he'd stop.
"Bullshit Lindy!" he said. I watched as he reached down and began running a hand over my bra covered breasts. I did nothing to put a stop to his actions. "I saw how you sucked on my cock. How much you enjoyed my cum. You want it bitch... and bad. I just want to hear you say it."
I tried to answer but my tongue wouldn't respond to what my brain was demanding. What's more, it was obvious he was only ever going to be content with the whole nine yards of me uttering the kind of filth I found so hard to do and right then, obscenities seemed every bit as repulsive to me as what I had just allowed to happen..
"Tell me your pussy is hot for my cock." he leered. "How good my cock will feel in your married cunt."
"I can't!" I sobbed.
He leant forward and pulling the cup of my bra from my left breast he started pulling and twisting on the now exposed, raw nipple. "Say it!" he ordered.
"Ok! Ok! I'll do it!" I cried, the pain intense enough I would have said about anything he'd demanded.
"Then start talking or I'll pull this goddamn nipple right off your tit."
I closed my eyes, as if by doing so I could excuse what I was about to say and took a deep breath.
"Fuck me!" I bleated. "Stick your big, hard cock in my cunt and fuck me!" I whimpered, using the kind of language he seemed so keen to hear.
"You want it bad, don't you Lindy?" he grinned.
"Yes I want it! Stick your prick in my pussy and cum like you did in my mouth!"
"Sure Lindy! Anytime you want." he laughed. He dropped to his knees, in between my legs where his hands began pushing the hem of my skirt higher until he'd exposed my knickers. He reached forward and grabbing at the crotch, ripped the flimsy fabric from my body. I closed my eyes, a tear forming as I realised the panties he'd just ripped apart were a recent purchase by my hubby. I held my breath, fully expecting him to begin straight away but to my surprised he eased back.
"Now Lindy! I want you to show me how much you want it."
"What?" I stammered, unsure what it was he wanted me to do or say.
"Simple! Put your hands between your legs and spread your cunt open. Pull the lips apart and make your hole wide enough for my cock."
I shuddered at his crude description of what it was he wanted me to do. I found the whole idea of manipulating and stimulating myself for him repulsive.
"Come on Lindy. Do it! You know you want to!"
I shook my head as I tried to convince myself this was nothing more than a dream, a nightmare from which I would wake at any moment but on reaching down to do as he'd ordered I knew instantly, this was no dream. Yet of more concern was the realisation he wanted even more.
"Tell me how it feels Lindy! Tell me what it is you want. I want to hear it all bitch!" he urged.
Pissed that I should have dared question his relationship with my daughter it was now apparent he wanted more than just my my domination, he wanted my complete humiliation, insisting I not only handle myself but that I tell him about it. That I describe it in full, graphic detail.
"I can't!" I pleaded.
"Yes you can Lindy! You've come this far! Now tell me how it feels! Tell me what you want!"
As his words drifted in the silence of the room I heard myself groan. It was the kind of sound a wounded animal might make.
"My cunt is open for you!" I heard myself tell him.
"That's better Lindy. How open?" he egged me on. "Stick your fingers inside and tell me how far they go! Let me see you finger fuck yourself. I want to see that pussy ready for my cock."
I groaned out loud then again unbelievably did just as he'd asked, slipping first one, then a second finger tentatively into my gaping slit. He grabbed at my wrist and pushed, forcing my fingers knuckle deep. where to my horror I realised all at once at just how aroused I'd become. I can only describe it akin to inserting my fingers into a jar of honey.
"That's better! How is it?" he prompted.
"Oh my God! My pussy is sopping." I conceded using the same gutter language he seemed to crave, where more frighteningly I was gradually becoming more accustomed to it and where the filthy words now began to roll more easily from my lips.
"Move your fingers!" he demanded. "Fuck yourself with them!"
"Mmmmmm!"I moaned from the sudden spasm caused by my wriggling fingers. "Can't you see that's what I'm doing?"
"Good! Now find your clit! Rub it with your thumb!" he instructed. "I want to see you really get off!"
My thumb slid up alongside my pussy to part the fleshy folds where my lips came together. A stiff, cherry sized, firm piece of flesh popped out like a concealed doorbell. I automatically pressed it, never once expecting the response. It was immediate and electric.
"Oh my God!!" I cried. "My cunt's on fire!"
I believe it was then. That precise moment the two of us instantly recognised my latest, steamy remark had nothing to do with any prompting from my son in law. A strange, somewhat involuntary feeling overtook me. A sensation which gnawed at my very being. It was one I instantly recognised as sexual yet at the same time it was undeniably far more intense, far more exciting than anything I had ever encountered before. Even making love with my hubby had never produced this powerful an emotion. I looked down at myself, half sitting, half laying on my own kitchen floor. One hand supporting my body while the other delved deep between my open legs. My skirt was hitched high up my thighs, my bra covered breasts displayed through the now torn, open blouse.
I knew what I must look like yet as incredulous as it seemed, I simply couldn't stop masturbating, the sensation incredible. Wherever I touched seemed to send wave after wave of pleasure emanating throughout my entire body. It seemed I knew just where to caress.
I moaned aloud, aware my crotch was growing wetter and wetter with each passing moment and now, whether I liked it or not, the dirty words describing my actions came rolling off my tongue with an ease I could never have imagined possible, made worse by the fact they were now being matched by my thoughts just as lewd. Incredibly, in the short space of time it had taken Andy to reduce me from a caring, concerned mother I now found my thoughts matching his. I will spell it out for you. My breasts became tits! My vagina a pussy..... a cunt while for his part, his penis became a fuck stick. A cock! A prick and now, reduced to this new world it no longer seemed to matter I was doing what I was in front of my son on law.
"Oh Fuck! My cunt feels soooo good! Soooooo Goddamed tight!" I breathlessly told him between a bout of mimi orgasms. "Ohhh shit! I can feel it gripping my fingers!" I whimpered. "Fuck! My cunt feels good!"
"Then just wait til you feel my cock inside you," he told me. I immediately began to picture that very idea.
"Ohhh God! I don't think I can!" I gasped. "Do it now! Fuck me Andy! ........ Please! Please! Fuck me!" I pleaded.
I pulled my hand from my snatch and impulsively grabbed for his huge stick of meat. Thanks to the pussy juice coating my fingers my grip was more than a little slippery but once I had a hold of him I was determined not to let go. I began drawing his throbbing cock toward my dripping, wide open cunt. "Fuck me.....! Fuck me Andy! .......Fuck me!" I chanted over and over.
Wanting this every bit as much as I did he leaned forward and eased the head of his prick slid between my pussy lips. Looking back, I'd like to have argued I' forgotten all about my daughter, my hubby. but I hadn't. I could picture them both, their faces, their shock at discovering what I was doing, yet as these images washed over my mind I knew there was nothing now could have stopped me. I was no longer a concerned mother, instead I'd been reduced to little more than a bitch on heat, desperate for a long, deep, satisfying fuck.
He began to ease himself forward, his thick girth stretching open the entrance to my cunt. I closed my eyes as he edged in a little deeper. Having sucked on it not five minutes earlier I was already aware his cock was considerably thicker and longer than my hubby's and knew when he'd penetrated as deep as my hubby ever could, there was more to come and right then I wanted him all, every inch of him. He eased forward some more, forcing a further two inches into my tightly stretched cunt.
"Ohhh Fuck yes! More! Push it all in you bastard! I want it all! I want to feel your balls squish against my cunt!" I begged, now completely at ease with the gutter talk he so obviously desired.
"Feel good does it Lindy? Is this the biggest cock you've ever taken?" he asked as he forced his thick meat deeper still.
"Fuck yes!" I cried.
"Bigger than hubby's?" he prompted.
"Oh God! So much bigger!" I sobbed. "It feels like the head of your prick is inside my womb. I've never been fucked so deep!"
"And hard." he prompted, now beginning to saw his cock in and out of my sopping cunt, his thick veiny girth causing ripples of pleasure to undulate outward from the walls of my cunt.
"Ohh Fuck yes! Harder! Fuck me harder!" I cried. "Split me in two with your big fat prick!"
Spurred on by the torrid words escaping my lips he thrust violently forward where I automatically wrapped my legs around him, locking my ankles in place at the small of his back, pulling him deeper so it really did feel as though his rock hard prick was going to sever my body in two.
"Ohhh SHIT!!!" I screeched uncontrollably. "That feels soooo good. Soooo Fucking big! Is your mum in laws cunt tight enough for you?" I almost begged.
"Damn! It's the best!" he breathlessly gasped between thrusts. Incredibly, no compliment my hubby had ever paid me came anywhere near pleasing me so. In my sexual frenzy, it seemed, being told by my lecherous son in law I was the best lay was the highest praise I could receive.
He began thrusting harder than ever, only now, with the two us firmly locked together, we were rolling back and forth across the kitchen floor. The floor tiles were hard and cold and scraped against my flesh but I no longer cared. In my lust filled mind it was all I could think was having that huge cock of his rammed into my tight, wet cunt.
The orgasms continued to build. One minute he'd have me pinned to the floor, ramming that fuck stick hard and deep, the next we'd roll where it'd be me on top, bouncing up and down on that big, fat dick until I was cumming so hard it felt like I was floating in space. We rolled again, this time onto my back where his balls slapped against the cheeks of my arse as he drove hard and deep and still I couldn't get enough.
"Oh you bastard! Play with my tits while you're screwing me," I desperately begged. "Suck on my nipples." As I spoke those words I suddenly remembered where it was I was meant to be at that moment and with this new thought came the notion of how disapproving my work colleagues would be? The disgust in their knowledge I would let my son in law fuck me. I closed my eyes where I continued to imagine their shock but the truth was, I was out of control. For all it mattered they could have walked in right then. and there and I'd have still had the bastard finish me off.
He leaned forward to pull the cups of my bra down, thereby releasing my 36 inch tits. In seconds his rasping tongue had both nipples standing upright. I moaned my delight as he started to suck and bite on each in turn, this new addition the cause of more pleasure coursing through my body, all the way down to my pussy. Then I felt his hand slide down to where our crotches met where his finger began teasing back and forth over my arse.
"Ohh God Noooo!" I cried out loud. In my innocence, in all my years of marriage I had never been played with down here yet feeling his finger tease me, it hit me just how arousing this new sensation was and with his cock still buried deep, he continued to toy and tease his fingers around my anus.
I tried moving, tried pushing him off, scared where this might lead but his weight proved too much. All at once he pushed a finger inside.
My head tipped back, my mouth opened but the ensuing scream was silent as this new, intense, sexual feeling took a hold of my body. Each probe of his finger went deeper until he was quite literally, reaming me out, bringing forth pleasures I had never thought possible. I was losing all control and in danger of blacking out.
"Ohhh Fuck yes! Fuck my arse you pervert!" I cried, wanting this new sensation to go on and on. "Make me cum!" I screamed.
I closed my eyes and tried to picture the scene were anyone to walk in on us right then, my work colleagues, my hubby or worse still, my daughter yet even with these perverse thoughts flooding my mind I doubted I could have stopped what was happening even if I'd wanted to. As crude as he was, there was no point my denying, he was an expert in knowing just what buttons to press for the thrills to maximize far beyond anything I could have dreamed possible.
I lay there, floundering, like a fish out of water. The pleasure kept coming. So intense now I was no longer capable of responding. With his mouth servicing my tits, his cock in my cunt and his finger ploughing my asshole I was certain I was orgasming in all three places at once. Nothing had ever come close to feeling this good. In my lust filled fugue there was only one final thing to make this complete. I was determined, if he was going to make me cum this hard then my leach of a son in law had to cum with equal male intensity.
"Oh God! Cum! Please cum!" I begged him. "I want your hot cum filling my pussy!"
It was as if my words had flicked on a switch. In that one instant his cock seemed to grow the extra tell tale inch I'd previously experienced when I was taking it in my mouth. My heart jumped to my throat with the excitement of anticipating his gooey explosion.
Just as had happened so far, there was no finesse, he was simply out for his own pleasure, fucking me hard, his finger still driving in and out of my anus.
I remember the feeling of disgust at the sound of his animal like grunts as the impetus of his thrusts increased, yet incredibly, these sounds served only to heighten my arousal because I knew it was all of my doing. It was that he was fucking me getting him so worked up. I was sure too I could make out the muffled hissing of his cock as he spurted deep inside my pussy. He held me tight, his body locked rigid from the effects of his orgasm, pressing down on mine as his cock pumped its hot, sticky seed deep inside me. Within seconds I was leaking from the sides of my cunt where I could feel his juices spilling down between my legs yet still he was ejaculating.
Realising my cunt had all it could handle I managed to pull his prick from between my legs and though I'd never done anything like this before, I had him kneel astride me and spurt the remainder of his load all over my heaving tits. Quite how I had degenerated so far in such a short space of time I'd no idea yet, having him spray my tits with his thick creamy spunk felt so so good.. When he'd finished I reached up to smear it all over my tits, enjoying the thrill of massaging it into my nipples. Perverse yes, but so exceptionally good.
I watched as he knelt there, squeezing his hand along the length of his dick, milking the last drop of cum until it dripped from his knob, down onto my left tit. Then he stood looking down at me, the look on his face not one of satisfaction or even pleasure but one of contempt where he simply announced how that would do for now as he had to get to work. He stood, turned and left the kitchen. I heard him make his way upstairs where it hit me just what I'd allowed to happen.. The tears started to roll from my eyes as thoughts of my daughter and hubby and what I'd just done filled my mind.
I heard him moving about upstairs, heard the shower running and was still lying there some time later when he came back down the stairs. I expected him to come in to see how I was, instead I heard the sound of the front door open and close. The bastard hadn't even the decency to check I was ok.
Right then, I knew I too should have been thinking about work but in truth, it was the last thing on my mind. I looked down at myself, a spent disheveled mess and cried some more, as much for me as my family.
It was another ten minutes before I summoned enough energy to get to my feet and head for the shower, already having made the decision, work that day was out of the question.
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