He did it a second time, harder still. With it came a reminder of what had happened previously and how different his brutish manner was compared to that of my husband's. He repeated his actions with my right breast, where if anything, his thumb and finger applied even more force. It hurt, there was no disputing that yet the effect, after the initial pain, seemed to radiate a surreal, perverse sense of pleasure all the way down to my pussy. It was a mix I found hard to resist.
"Oh my God!" I moaned, letting slip my arousal.
He continued, plucking, taking turns with each breast while my own fingers, seemingly with a mind of their own, foraged deeper.
"Damn! I love this top Lindy!" he said as he adjusted his position to place a hand over each breast. "It gives these tits of yours the perfect shape. In fact, from now on you're going to be wearing tops like this more often for me." he remarked as each hand pushed in opposite directions, pulling my breasts apart one moment, squashing them back together the next. He did it again, pressing the soft fabric firmly into my breasts, his fingers mauling, kneading like a chef might knead a measure of dough. I laid back against the sofa reminded of a few days before and of how it was he'd treated me. It was no different now to how it'd been then. He was using me. I knew as much but somewhere, deep down, I loved it. I was amazed his rough, arrogant manner could turn me on so much.
He pushed and pulled at my breasts, mauled and kneaded with his fingers. I lay there, growing more and more receptive to each touch, to everything and anything he might want to do. He leant forward and began kissing and sucking on a set of, by then, pouty nipples, more than ripe for his attentions where by now, with seemingly little effort my arrogant son in law had me just where he wanted. To my shame I pulled him close as I thought about what he had done to me a few days earlier in my own kitchen. Now here I was once more, reveling in his rough, sordid approach. My moans and groans flowed freely, if quietly from my lips.
"You bastard! Why can't you leave me alone?" I whimpered.
He eased back from sucking on my nipples.
"Because you and I both know it's what you want!"
I looked down to see the soft fabric around each of my nipples was now damp from his oral ministrations. It struck me then, my daughter too would have witnessed as much had she chosen that moment to put in an appearance, This thought alone should have been enough for me to put a stop to what was happening instead, just like his rough and arrogant manner, just like his crude choice of words, incredibly, the idea my daughter might witness for herself what he was doing, served only to excite me all the more. "Damn you! Suck them! Bite them!" I moaned as I pulled him back down against my body. The bastard needed no second bidding, taking turns to suck and nibble on each, switching quickly from one to the other, his fingers were practically clawing at my breasts in his desire to both arouse and abuse me. When he finally pulled back some minutes later my breasts were heaving, thanks to a pair of lungs now gasping for air.
I lay back against the sofa attempting to catch my breath as he edged backward then down until he was knelt on the floor between my legs. I watched as he reached forward to remove my hand which had been present between my legs the whole while. For a second, he held my slippery fingers to his nose, scenting an aroma that I was sure already filled the room. He flicked out his tongue to taste the sticky sheen. then opening his mouth, sucked on each finger, one at a time, cleaning them of my juices. The act was lewd but again, simply watching him enjoying my juices added to my already aroused state.
"Damn! If your pussy isn't the best I've ever tasted!" he told me.
It was yet another obscene compliment yet as crude as it was it was a huge turn on to be told my fifty year old pussy more than exceeded his expectations.
The next moment I felt his hands slide to the back of my calves, just below my knees where he began pulling me forward. pulling me towards the sofa edge. He released his grip on my calves then reached up to take a hold of my panties. He pulled at the elasticated waistband tugging them down until they were stretched from knee to knee and where for a second time in a matter of days my pussy was now completely on view for him.
It felt squalid, shameful, both as a wife and mother I should be playing a part in such things, yet there was no denying, the thrill of exposing myself was intensely exciting. I lifted a leg, thinking he was going to remove my panties completely but he clearly hadn't planned as much. Pressing a hand on each knee he spread my legs apart, causing my knicker elastic to stretch to tearing point.
"That will do just fine!" he told me, as he leaned forward towards my now exposed pussy. I could feel his warm breath against my pussy lips, followed quickly by his tongue as it flicked across my swollen clit to send a delicious, almost electric charge pulsing through my body.
"Oh my God! Oh Stop! ........Nooo! What if..........?" was all I managed to say before he cut me short with an answer again anticipating my question.
"She's asleep. She won't come down and even if she does, there's nothing could stop me seeing to this sexy, wet cunt. As I've said before, I've no plans giving you up anytime soon."
I whimpered out loud, the very suggestion he was prepared to carry on even if my daughter were to come down, ringing in my ears. He leant forward once more, this time dragging his tongue upward along my slit, all the way up to my clit. I whinnied and whined as he held there, sucking my clit in and out of his mouth, sending pulse after ecstatic pulse radiating outward.
It was pure instinct that I reached forward to press down on the back of his head. As I did, I couldn't help but think of his words once more. The very notion he wouldn't have stopped even if my daughter came down. My God! Her own mother! I should have felt appalled, instead, the very idea turned me on all the more, to the point I started to imagine the shock written across her face at discovering her mother, acting like a slut. These thoughts and any number of other scenarios came thick and fast and there seemed nothing I could do to prevent them. For all the guilt and shame being played back and forth in my head, I knew he was right, that this was indeed what I wanted, and right then, more than anything I could have imagined. I pushed down with both hands eager to smother his face with my slick pussy lips.
"Ohhh God! Do it! Make me cum!" I begged.
"Trust me." he said, pulling away. "I have every intention of doing just that. This married cunt is now mine!" he told me.
Cursing at his crude words we both knew it was little more than an act. His hands moved upward, sliding beneath the cheeks of my arse where his fingers began kneading at my flesh, I did nothing to stop him. Why would I when he'd promised me a climax. Indeed, my own hands pressed him down once more where he continued to dine. I wriggled and squirmed beneath him, my mind accelerated, struggling to suppress thoughts of my daughter while selfishly wanting my son in law to prolong this moment forever.
He licked and kissed and nibbled on my cunt like a man enjoying a last meal. I bucked beneath him, feverish for more. The sensation was incredible. I simply couldn't get enough. My body twisted and turned in my erotic desire to have my brute of a son in law feast on my married cunt. "Oh God! Eat me out." I cried. My need to have him make me cum overpowering. I pushed down harder, in truth, wanting to wrap my legs around his head, but prevented from doing so by a pair of knickers, still stretched from knee to knee.
I tried hard to hold back my cries of pleasure, fearful my daughter would hear but as his tongue prodded and probed between bouts of sucking my clit, it was a struggle I was fast beginning to lose.
"Oh my God! Yes! Ohhh fuck that feels so good! Do it! Do it harder! Shove that tongue up my cunt! Make me cum you dirty bastard!" I cried as I continued to crudely fuck my married pussy onto his face.
Then suddenly, there it was. It had been threatening for minutes and now, from deep within I could feel the heat of my orgasm building quickly. For the briefest of moments my pussy. along with the whole of my body, seemed to freeze rigid, even my vocal chords seemed strangled, my encouraging pleas choked off by the impending orgasm which hit seconds later. The orgasm took hold and erupted, washing over me with a pleasure I can't even begin to describe. My body twisted and jerked as the juices began spilling from my cunt lips. I gripped the sofa hard, trying to hold on. Down below I had the sense of him feverishly lapping at my juices but it seemed I was no longer in the real world. I was too far gone to care. Once again this brute of a man had shown how easily he could bring me to climax.
Again and again my pussy spasmed, releasing it's liquid treasure for both his and my delight. It was all I could do was lay there, reveling in the afterglow of an orgasm that had surpassed all others.
I lay there, my heart beating hard, my chest heaving as I tried to regain some composure. Suddenly, just as I thought it was all over, his tongue rasped across my swollen, tender clit. The sensation indescribable. Electric, intense, like nothing I had ever encountered before. The whole of my body shook as my clit itself went into spasm. I screamed, I was sure I did, while my pussy reacted in the only way it could, erupting with a second, even more violent orgasm. I looked down where for the first time in my life I saw my pussy physically squirting it's nectar.
The whole of my body continued to tremble and shake. I reached down in an attempt at trying to push him away, my clit now so sensitive I was unable to bear anymore of this intolerable pleasure, but he was having none of it. He held me down where each time he flicked and drew his tongue across my throbbing clit my body convulsed from the extreme pleasure. Now, even my thighs had started to spasm.
"Oh Fuck! Stop! Please Stop!" I begged. My body was physically trembling when he finally relented and eased back.
I lay there, fighting to catch breath, my .eyes closed, my body on fire. When I opened my eyes it was to see he was leaned back on his haunches. I looked upward, towards the landing, terrified my cries of pleasure would have roused my daughter, relieved to see no signs of light which I took as an indication she was still asleep in her room. My gaze fell on his. I could see the sheen of my own juices evident on his face. His almost derogatory grin served only as a reminder of what we'd just done. For the umpteenth time I felt shame at how I'd done nothing to stop him. Yet truth was, how could I. when it seemed he could so easily arouse my most carnal desires.
He reached forward and placing a hand on each, began playing with my breasts once more, teasing a set of nipples still extremely sensitive from my most recent, violent orgasm.
"Fuck! You juice up well Lindy!" he told me. "In fact I'd say hubby hasn't been doing his job properly. Has he?"
The mere mention of my hubby again filled my mind with guilt. I attempted to suppress these thoughts by trying to find reasons to justify what I had allowed to happen, even though I knew there were none.
"Not to worry Lindy." he continued, his words snapping me from my thoughts. "By the time I've finished with you tonight, there'll be only be one cock you'll ever want. You certainly won't be thinking about hubby's any longer!"
I was appalled by his arrogance. That he should even suggest such a thing. It was as if he thought it easy to cast aside so many years of marriage purely on the basis of sex. I half had a mind to tell him as much, yet when he leant closer to press his lips over mine I found myself instantly responding to his embrace. My tongue pushed deep, probing the warmth of his mouth, tasting my own juices and where for the first time, he seemed to be showing some passion as his tongue dueled with mine. I closed my hands around his neck, pulling him close. In turn he continued to pet at my breasts, the sensation of my damp top drawn back and forth across my nipples proving unbelievably arousing. His touch, his caress of my nipples seemed incredible It was something I had never been able to enjoy with my hubby yet my brute of a son in law seemed to know just what to do, to the point my breasts simply couldn't get enough.
"My nipples!" I gasped between kisses, not altogether certain of exactly what it was I demanded.
He however, understood my meaning completely. His hand beginning to maul roughly over my breasts, his fingers pulling and plucking almost mercilessly at my nipples taking me to new heights of pleasure where incredibly, having barely come down from my most recent climax I was ready to go again.
I continued to moan deep into his mouth and when some minutes later he pulled back from the embrace I was left breathless and worse still, hornier than ever. I looked down at myself, my top was now stretched tight across my tits. My nipples jutting out had never looked nor felt so good, their shape profound as they did their best to push themselves free from beneath the soft confines of the fabric. I glanced upward, still fearful of my daughter's presence despite the knowledge I did not want this to end.
"Damn Lindy! You are one hot little mother and now I suppose you want my cock?"
Oh how I wanted to tell him no, but as the words formed on my lips, quite the opposite came out. "Damn! Give it me!" I moaned, thoroughly ashamed but driven by the memory of how well his cock filled my cunt..
My words were met with his broad smile. "Good! Roll over!" he demanded, "I want to fuck you like a dog would fuck his bitch."
In that one instant he'd switched back from passionate lover to arrogant brute where again I had a mind to tell him so. To tell him I was not one of his floozies from work. Not someone he could use and abuse yet even with that thought fresh in my mind I knew that's exactly what I'd become. Without saying a word I complied with his request, turning on the sofa, sliding downward until my knees met the floor. I leant forward ready to use the sofa for the support I knew I would need. I'd managed to kick off my jeans but my panties were still stretched tightly from knee to knee. I felt exactly how I must look...a whore!
His fingers began stroking my arse, a stimulus causing my pussy to pulse with anticipation as memories of how this all started, that day in the kitchen came flooding back. Again thoughts of my daughter came to mind aware, were she to discover us now her presence to me would remain unknown, at least until she announced herself. While this very thought was disturbing it also proved perversely exciting and I began to consider how it was I seemed to possess a quality she didn't, the ability to keep her husband from straying. The thoughts came thick and fast and as deviant as they were they continued to excite me. Again I tried to justify my actions by arguing I was doing all this for her, yet the stimulation my body was receiving from the hands now kneading the cheeks of my arse was proof it was anything but.
I lay there for the most part unmoving, contemplating his arrogance and of how sure he was of himself. The thoughts kept coming, filing my head. One such being to think back to earlier that evening, of when he'd chosen to take me over the bannister upstairs. I'd hated him for doing that, for treating me no better than he would a whore, especially in the knowledge my daughter had been due to return, yet the more I thought about what had taken place, the more it stirred my pussy. I remembered just how crude it had all been and for that matter at how willing a party I must have seemed. The correct term, I guess, for what had taken place, would have been what people term a 'quickie'. An innocuous enough word yet it conjured up images of illicit, back alley sex. It hadn't been a back alley though taking me like he had, over the bannister had most definitely been illicit and suddenly, as arrogant and as crude as I knew my son in law to be, it was all I wanted was for him to 'have me', to 'fill me', with that big cock of his. once more
"Oh you bastard! Stop teasing! Give it me! Give me that cock!" I moaned.
Behind, I heard him laugh. "Sounds good Lindy. Even better you seem to be coming around to my way of thinking, that there's only one cock for you now. Am I right?"
He moved closer pressing the hardness of his cock between my legs. With guilty thoughts of my hubby filling my head I didn't want to answer and instead, instinctively tipped further forward and opened my legs wider as he began rubbing the head up and down, between my pussy and arse.
"Answer me!" he demanded. "Whose cock does my dirty mother in law need?"
He began rubbing his cock head over my clit. I wriggled backward hoping to get him to push it into my pussy without my need to answer.
"No no! Not until you answer me" he demanded.
"Damn you!" I cried. Yes......I want yours!"
I heard the sound of his laugh. "Yes mine! And why's that Lindy? Is it because it fills you so much better than your hubby's pathetic, little dick?"
"Oh God!" I whined. "Just give it me!"
"Oh I will! Just as soon as you agree. There's to be no more hubby's cock. and that from now on, I own this married cunt."
Not for the first time his crass language appalled me yet his vulgarity added to my already aroused state. I guess what made it worse still was his cocksure manner in assuming I was his for the taking, whenever and wherever he might desire, a statement which clearly reenforced his dislike for my hubby. The two of them had never gotten on and though I had no wish to agree, the bastard had something I desperately needed.
"Yes...yes! Anything you say!" I pleaded.
"Good! Then it's agreed. From now on you're mine. No more letting hubby have his way with you. When you need cock, you come to me. Understand?"
He began nudging the head of his cock into my pussy!
"You bastard!! Just do it! Fuck me!" I cried out, more in desperation for his cock rather than my agreeing to his claims.
His hands grabbed for my thighs where with one firm push forward he managed to insert a good six inches of prick into my sopping wet cunt. I gasped as again I thought of hubby, of all that had just been said. for there was no doubting my bastard of a son in law had so much to offer. I thought of my daughter too, aware she could still easily put in an appearance. Though I didn't need reminding what was happening was wrong, I continued to try and convince myself it was only occurring for the good of her marriage, yet deep down, knew this was little more than ridiculous. Damn! Who did I think I was trying to fool? Myself? When he pushed his cock deeper still it felt so damn good and I knew there and then it was me I wanted this for, not hubby or my daughter.
"Oh God! Harder! Deeper!" I growled.
He eased back leaving me feeling completely empty, The head of his cock barely teetering at the entrance to my needful pussy. He was teasing me and knew it. I edged back, shamelessly wanting to have him fuck me just like he'd done earlier upstairs. To have him stretch and fill my wanton cunt once more. My movement didn't go unnoticed.
"That's it Lin! Show me how much you need this cock of mine!" he taunted as if reading my thoughts.
I rocked back meeting his push forward, his length pushing deep, his girth once more stretching my pussy to its limit, just as he'd done earlier. It was a reminder of how easily his size satisfied my carnal need but more frighteningly came the question, would I ever be able to refuse him. "Ohhhh Fuck! Yes!" I growled again, my fingers clenching hard into the sofa fabric as he withdrew and drove deep once more, this time my growls of pleasure muffled as I pressed my face firmly into the sofa cushions.
"How good is that Lindy? How good that mum is using her hot little cunt to save her daughter's marriage?"
"Oh God! Stop it!" I pleaded, wanting his taunts to stop but he was having none of it. He knew all too well his words were adding to my arousal.
"Damn we're a good Lindy! Your tight, horny pussy and my fat cock! It's almost as though they were made for one another. In fact, the more I think about it the more I think some things are predestined to happen. You and me. What do you reckon?"
He pushed deep once more as his latest words played around in my head. where I too started to wonder if there was an element of truth to what he had said.
"So come on bitch!" he said, breaking my train of thought. "Show me how much this married, mature cunt wants my cock. Hump me!"
"Nooooooo!" I moaned into the sofa, my words carrying no meaning at all as I immediately began doing as he'd demanded, rocking back and forth, forcing my sodden pussy up and down that pole of his until he was so far up inside I could feel his balls bouncing against my body. My fingers gripped ever more tightly into the sofa as I felt my orgasm build.
"Ohhh dear God! Oh Fuck! I'm cumming!" I cried, astonished at how easily this arrogant bastard was able to make me cum. He pressed deep, pinning me down against the sofa, my pussy pulsing as it began spewing its juices all over his cock meat and down over my inner thighs. I felt him ease backward until he'd withdrawn completely. He knelt there, watching as my pussy continued to squirt cum. He grabbed my head, his fingers twisting tightly into my hair, yanking my head backward, his lips pressed close to my left ear.
"Admit it Lin! Isn't this the best meat you've ever had between your legs?"
I simply mewled, not wishing to admit any such thing even though I knew it was true, ny hubby had never come anywhere near satisfying me the way my brute of a son in law had. I leaned forward trying to catch my breath as my orgasm finally began to abate but if I thought he was finished, I was sorely mistaken. He slid both hands beneath me and grabbing a breast in each began petting at them, his manner once again crude and rough, his palms and fingers pawing at them like a drunk might do, pulling and pinching on my nipples and breasts.
"Oh God! Stop!" I moaned.
He leant close, once more pressing his lips to my ear. "Damn! Did I ever tell you how much I love these bouncy jugs of yours?"
I groaned as he mauled and pawed at them, my nipples seemingly extra sensitive to his twisting them this way and that until in no time at all my pussy was once more on fire.
"Oh you bastard! Stop!" I sobbed.
"Now why would I stop when I know you want fucking again?" he asked. "Tell me you don't want me to plant my hot seed deep in this married cunt of yours?"
I groaned out loud, cursing him yet again, but I couldn't deny, despite having just cum goodness knows how many times, despite the presence of my daughter upstairs, despite that I was cheating on hubby, my treacherous pussy refused to listen and was demanding more of the same. "Oh God yes! More" I groaned. "Fuck me again you bastard!"
He laughed, clearly pleased with both himself and with the control he was exerting. He released his hold on my tits where I then felt his hands on my waist. He rolled me over so I was now facing him.
"God I hate you!" I told him with more than a little truth as I looked into his eyes. He ignored me and spreading my legs, pushed up my skirt leaving my pussy teetering on the edge of the sofa. As ever my mind was still crying out I bring this to a stop but it was a lost cause. I did little but watch when he began feeding his donkey sized cock back up my cunt.
Despite the fact he'd just fucked me and that my pussy was still sopping wet, such was his girth I could feel him stretching me open. I mewled with pleasure, deep down hating how good he felt. I grabbed for him, hungrily forcing my lips over his, aware I would need to use something, in this instance his mouth, to stifle my cries from the inevitable pleasure I knew would come.
He left me that night just as he'd done the few days before in the kitchen, showing me little if any respect. As soon as he'd emptied himself inside of me, he simply got up and went to bed leaving me to recover on my own, downstairs.
If you are asking yourselves, 'Was this the end of the matter that evening. Did I finally see sense and put a stop to it?' I'm ashamed to say neither was the case. By now of course I can no longer argue with myself I am doing it to save my daughter's marriage, though even now I still try and convince myself it is.
It's now several months on from that day in the kitchen since which my son in law, despite my own common sense telling me I need to put a stop to things, has had his way with me on a number of different occasions. I'm aware no good will ever come of what I'm allowing to happen, yet the reality is I haven't been able to bring myself to stop it , for as much as I despise his arrogance I find I'm unable to resist the animalistic sex the two of us both seem to enjoy.
As I have said, it's been several months since that first episode and I guess you could say he controls me now, pretty much seeking me out whenever he wants. The situation isn't helped with my hubby working away as much as he does or that my daughter too works long hours, yet even when hubby is at home my son in law will seek an opportunity to have me, despite or maybe because of the additional risk involved. Only the other day, a Sunday morning, he took me over those same bannisters once more, this time while my hubby was outside in the driveway polishing his car. Even aware he could have walked in at any point and caught us I found myself unable to refuse him. Indeed, I think it's the thrill of being caught is as much a driving force now as the sex itself. I'd discovered that thrill a few days earlier when he'd decided to 'have me'. in the corner of the dining room with my hubby checking on his e-mails in the lounge. I ended up bent over, using my hands against the walls for support while he mauled at my tits and fucked me hard from behind. He'd left me feeling spent and ashamed, just as he always does and though I always vow never to repeat it again, the truth is, I need that cock of his more than ever.
I will continue to tell myself this has to stop but for now I know I will be ready and willing for whenever he wants.
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