My Son and the In Laws? Pt. 03

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My Son and the In Laws Chapter 03

The silence around the house grew louder with every passing moment. It was one of those silent screeches of eerie where no one said a word but you could just make out something was wrong. One of those post-apocalyptic zombie movies where you wake up from sleep or a faint and you just know by the way life sounds around you that something horrible had happened. We both lay in bed playing the waiting game; willing the other person to talk or walk out of bed and break the silence. Then, maybe everything could miraculously go back to normal and we could be the people we had woken up as yesterday morning before we made our way to her parents place.

Mmm her parents place ; memories of the curvy, vain mother and the bootylicious sister in her yoga pants came flooding back and to my horror I could feel myself getting hard. I willed myself to think of other things but my now sex addled brain had started its journey. Memories of fucking Joanne in her parents’ bedroom with her parents and sister downstairs and the window open, memories of filling her pussy, ass and mouth with cum, memories of her flashing her cum soaked pussy to her dad and kissing him with my cum fresh on her lips as she left. The drive back home with her gagging on my hard cock through the trip and then the savage fuck with her talking about me fucking her mom and sister while her dad watched which somehow took a trip down to an unexpected destination with her father impregnating the 3 of them AND my mother.

Fuck..I couldn’t help it, my cock was at full mast and I was squeezing my cock thinking of her family and us and my family involved in an orgy with everyone cumming in/on each other. As luck would have it after almost half a night of sleeping turned away from each other, Joanne decided this was the time she wanted to turn around. The look of disgust and revulsion on her face made me feel I was caught with my cock buried deep inside her sister’s delicious ass. I may have been ashamed/embarrassed with how rough I had been with her last night but getting disgusted looks for just petting a morning hard on was taking it too far. It’s not like she knew what I was thinking about right now, I could have been jerking off to Jessica Chastain’s big milky jugs for all she knew. I was pissed and instead of stopping and acting embarrassed, I kept stroking with a defiant look in my eyes; both of us unwilling to back down. She blinked first or so I thought (men; what do we know?)

Her face broke into a sickly-sweet smile and she scooted over and put her beautiful hand with those French manicured, long graceful fingers I love; on my balls and started fondling me. My defiance left me quicker than a virgin’s virtue in a whorehouse. She knew just how to turn me on and had me moaning in minutes. I threw my head back moaning when she leaned over and started whispering in my ear.

“Who are you thinking about? Me?” I nodded my head meekly and her smile grew wider “Liar, I was right here naked and you weren’t even looking at me; who was it, come on baby we can be honest with each other.” I laid there watching her; feeling my cum starting to bubble over when she licked her finger and started rubbing my asshole. She knew how it turned me on and I was almost at the point of no return. I usually prefer to come inside her (pussy, ass or mouth) or on her face but I didn’t think I had enough chips to cash in on today so I just lay there moaning while she started slipping her finger into my ass and licking my cock.

“Who is it baby…my mother…my baby sister? Or…your mother?” I moaned louder with every name, the taboo factor was a 10 on a scale of 5. I started lifting my hips off the bed fucking her hand with my cock and my ass with her finger.

“Who do you want it to be baby, my mother with her huge milky tits, my sister with her tight fuckable ass; you know she wears those yoga pants on purpose right….she loves it when it drives men wild and delivers when they want to put their hard cocks inside her ass….or do you want it to be your mommy? Hot delectable Bev who still babies you and would probably kiss your pee pee better if you got hurt. “My cock gave a twitch at the thought of mom on her knees kissing my pee pee better only to find the pee wasn’t as little as she remembered and then spending the next 3 hours screaming her brains out while I pounded her in every hole in every position humanly possible..

Joanne felt the twitch “ahhh mommy it is then; where do you want to put your monster..her firm ass? Her big tits; those sweet lips she kissed you happy birthdays with? To see mommy dearest overflowing with cum and me licking it out of her pussy?”

The thought of mom’s cum filled pussy being licked by Joanne drove me over the edge and just as I started to spurt Joanne locked her lips over my cock in an airtight seal and proceeded to suck the fuck out of my spurting cock. She was a talented cocksucker at the worst of times but this was beyond anything she had done before. She kept moving her head on the cock and kept finger fucking my zonguldak escort ass trying to dredge the last remnants of cum from the depths of my balls. She cooed and crooned and moaned and licked all around the head of the cock squeezing it trying to get the last drops out.

When she finally stopped, I was more than relaxed and was laying back with a snug smile. She gave me one last exaggerated lick, her glimmering blonde hair trailing over my tummy and turned to look at me with those big blue eyes of hers. Something in her eyes warned me that what happened last night was not over and this was something that wasn’t going to go away in a hurry but even with that the next words that came out of her mouth were a shocker.

“I will miss you; just in case you don’t get it by now, it is over”. She raised a pretty finger to my lips as apologies started to flow out of my mouth. I didn’t know what I was talking about anymore just that I was ready to beg and plead to make her stay, this didn’t make sense. I hadn’t actually done anything, this was just fantasy. How could it be bad enough for her to end this; we were going to marry..have kids and all of this would just go away coz of a fantasy?

“This isn’t just about now you know,” she shook her head sadly “This isn’t the first time this has happened and this means more to me than you think”. I was trying to wrap my head around what she was trying to say; what did she mean by not the first time, had I said this before? Did I talk in my sleep? Couldn’t be, I hadn’t met her family before yesterday and the realization suddenly hit me that she was talking about a past.

The Past

I was 22 when I left town. I was in college; doing well; in love with a great guy and life was so glorious till I came back early one day and found him buried cock deep in my mother’s mouth.

I can’t even begin to explain how shattered I was; my very own mother was cheating on my dad with my bf. I wanted to yell at them; walk in and kick him in the balls and claw her eyes out and I couldn’t. I just couldn’t speak; I walked out and spent the rest of the evening walking around in a daze wondering how I would be facing either of them again.

I finally got myself back home at night and fainted being sick and skipped dinner. I tossed around in bed the entire night and finally dragged myself to the washroom to try and retch my guts out. I stood there clutching my head between my hands trying to get it all out of my system and just couldn’t. I started walking back to my room and all of the sudden could hear voices coming from my parents’ room and getting louder. My parents were always loud while making love and both me and the sister had heard them a couple of times but today ; the fact that my fiancé had been buried deep inside my mother’s mouth and now hearing them make love. No; this wasn’t making love to hear them fucking was too much. I retched my guts on the floor and laid there all curled up in a fetal position till morning.

I woke up to voices of concern; they seemed far off but familiar. I opened my eyes to my parents looking down at me fraught with worry and wondering if they should get a doctor. I ignored my dad’s questions and kept staring at my mother. That moment she knew; the fucking whore knew I knew and I wanted her to. I wanted her to know that she was a cock hungry slut who was cheating on my dad with my fiancé and then getting her pussy drilled with both their cocks on the same day and I knew her for what she was. The look of fear in her eyes was more from the possibility of me telling dad than regret for hurting her daughter. I didn’t know what hurt more, the fact that she was fucking my fiancé or that she cared about dad getting to know than the fact that she had hurt me.

As I lay there on the floor with dad cradling my head, I decided this was war. I would hurt her where it hurt most..her meal ticket, her moneybags..her husband! The fact that her husband was my dad didn’t matter to me anymore. I dragged my feet back to my bed and lay there completely still, plotting how I would put my plan into action.

I lay there and worked out the details in my head and by the time I was done with plotting, I had 3 fingers shoved down my shaved cunt and slamming into my tight pussy. The fact that I was a 1 finger and clit rub girl usually and the fact that I had 3 shoved in deep and trying to fuck them in deeper showed the strength of the emotions running through me right now. I was so turned on right now, I didn’t know if this was about revenge or exploring taboos anymore.

Next day morning, unlike my usual slumber out of bed in a stupor routine, I jumped out with a purpose. I was going to make my bitch of a mother repent the day she stuffed herself full of my guy’s cock. I spent an hour in the bathroom shaving every little bump of hair off every inch of my body and slathering lotion all over me till everything shone. I then proceeded to put on the shortest tightest yoga shorts I could find and the tightest lowest cut zonguldak escort bayan tank top without any panties or bra.

I looked at the mirror and was pleased with what I saw; the shorts were so tight the crotch was pulled in tight and my pussy lips highlighted right down to the crack, this was a camel toe to put all camel toes to shame. The tank top was low enough to reveal most of my voluptuous breasts almost down to the nipple and tight enough to spoon them up .If I was a man, I don’t think I could look at these without thinking of tit fucking them or spraying them with cum. The tank top was also tight enough to showcase my prominent nipples. I turned around and admired how tight the shorts were pulled into the cleft off my ass cheeks. I bent over to admire the view and sure enough, the wet spot between the legs was evident enough.

I made sure I got out of the bedroom late enough to miss my mother and put that extra zing into my walk to work myself into a mood while I made my way down the stairs to the living room where my father lounged till mid-afternoon before heading off to work. Just before I reached the living room, I pinched my already engorged nipples to make them stick out more and rubbed the front of my tight gym shorts to make my clit more prominent and my pussy lips puffier.

“Hi Daddy,” I called out as I entered the room. He was turned away from me as I entered the room but I could feel him tense up the moment I called him Daddy, I hadn’t called him Daddy since I was 6.I could see from the slow swivel around in the chair that he was wondering what was wrong as he turned to face me. To say his jaw hit the floor would be the understatement of the century. His normally droopy eyes flew open in shock and I could see his eyes travelling up and down the length of my body trying to figure out where to finally settle; the breasts, the nipples, the wet crotch and engorged camel toe or the long shiny legs and little toes painted red.

I started to think I had overdone it as he struggled to catch his breath and open and shut his mouth multiple times trying to get words to form. I had heard people call him a wimp and a silly little man all my life and defended him against everyone who had dared to make ridicule his appearance. But standing there with darkness against my mother burning through my breast and resentment against him for marrying that whore of a woman, I could finally see how comical and pathetic he really was.

“Hi Daddy,” I repeated twirling my long blonde braids around my red painted fingernails (yes, I was going the whole nine yards).

“God.I mean Goodddmor..ning,”he stammered back trying to tear his eyes away from the distended nipples and I did have fat ones to start with.

“Do we have any coffee left in the pot Daddy?” I murmured with special emphasis on the “daddy” and saw him nod meekly; not trusting himself to speak. “Oh Great!” I clapped my hands like a giddy little child and skipped my way to the pot. I could feel his eyes burning into my ass as I reached there dancing to an unheard song in my mind and swinging my ass while pouring myself a cup and letting him ogle.

“Do we have any cookies?” I suddenly turned around and caught him flush staring at the wet crotch of my super tight gym shorts. I almost giggled at the guilty look on his face at being caught staring but totally ignored it and blew him a kiss

“Thank you Daddykins”. I could swear I heard his cock moan when he heard Daddykins. I made a show of leaning forward and reaching up making sure my legs were parted and the wet crotch visible. Given the shorts were super tight and I was gushing pussy juices, I could have bet top dollar he could see my pussy lips plastered against the translucent crotch of the shorts. I got the cookie out of the jar and made a show of turning around and leaning against the kitchen island. I spread my legs slightly, leaned back, put the cookie in my mouth and moaned loud.

“Mmmm some things are so delicious to munch on,” while swirling my hips around a little. His eyes snapped to the spread crotch and I could see him gulp. I would have normally found this funny. I do like teasing usually but as the images of my mother’s mouth stretching to fit in my fiance’s fat cock and the sounds of her bent over like a bitch in heat as he ploughed her doggie style swirled through my mind, I found a streak of cruel I didn’t know I possessed. This wasn’t the man who had stayed up nights when I was sick or read me stories, this was the pathetic loser who had married a cock sucking whore who didn’t care about destroying her daughter’s relationship.

In my mind, it was all his fault, he hadn’t reigned her in, he was the one who had unleashed her on my man by being the wimpy pathetic loser of a man he had always been. His aggression and success at his work had somehow never permeated into his personal life. It was always mom calling the shots at home and as the realization grew stronger as I thought back to all those times he had been brow beaten, my anger grew

“Mmm escort zonguldak don’t you agree?” I asked him while he kept staring at my wet crotch and cunt lips like a deer caught in headlights.

“What?” The impulse to giggle surfaced again and I licked the crumbs off my fingertips slow while repeating myself. “Don’t you agree that somethings are so delicious to eat? You feel like you could lick and taste them forever” and looked down at my crotch casually while spreading my legs some more..

“Mmhmmm” he mumbled and shrugged in his usual non-committal way.

“FUCK!” I yelled suddenly and he jumped out of his seat not sure if he had been caught staring. I dropped cookie crumbs on my white shorts and proceeded to rub and try and get the imaginary crumbs off the wet crotch. I avoided looking at him and kept rubbing my fingers in a circle and flicking my fingers intermittently to get the crumbs off. “Well I think it is ruined, what do you think? Can you see the brown crumb stains?”

I think he was only able to communicate in sign language by now and he moved his head in a negative slowly while looking at the crotch hungrily.

“Are you sure?” I asked again.” Maybe you are too far to see and you aren’t wearing your glasses anyways”. I put my coffee down and walked very slowly and deliberately till my crotch was close enough for him to reach out and touch and his head was level with my crotch. “Can you see it now?” I asked? “You need to look carefully Daddy, I don’t want people to make fun of me for wearing stained shorts when I go out later”. After staring at the pussy lips and crotch for the longest time, he finally jerked his head in the negative again.

“Oh daddy you aren’t looking carefully, here give me your hand” and proceeded to grasp his hand and bring it to my crotch. He was in a daze by now and there was really no resistance as I took his hand and put it on my crotch and willed him to touch more actively. He just sat there with his hand on the crotch looking into my eyes till I started getting impatient.

“Daddy! You need to touch and feel the crumbs, not just sit there with your hand on my cunt,” he jumped back at the word cunt like he had been slapped. I felt I had overdone it and laid a soothing hand on his and tried to pull it back to my crotch talking all the time about how I really needed him to feel if the crumb was stuck however flimsy that sounded. This time I felt resistance, the hand on the cunt comment had snapped him back to his senses; however momentarily.

“There are no crumbs Joanne. It’s all good” he said more firmly this time. His eyes were still confused on what was happening and how things had changed overnight and if what he was thinking I was implying was simply his imagination. I didn’t blame him, if someone had told me yesterday that this would be happening today, I would have punched their teeth out. But such was life, I was on autopilot and driven by a determination that was fueled by my hate and I wasn’t ready to back out now.

“Yay! Thank you daddy,” I leaned over and gave him a hug jamming my tit flesh in his face and rubbing slowly. I could feel his breath on my tits. Hate/revenge whatever I chose to name this was starting to turn me on too though I would have denied this even if you pulled my nails out to ask.I could feel him stop breathing and tense up as I extended the hug. I jumped in his lap swinging my legs across the side of the couch and perching myself with my wet engorged crotch right on top of his cock. And that is exactly when I realized why my sister and I had heard moans and yells reverberating out of our parents room through the years.

My wimpy nerd of a father had a horse cock! It was difficult to tell through the layers of clothes he was usually buried under and his defeated demeanor and hunched shoulders but with my barely covered with the thin material of the shorts crotch perched over his cock and his cock just covered with his pajama bottoms, it was more than evident. I mean it wasn’t just big, it was fucking fat! I could feed the length of it stretch from the back of my ass till almost my clit and the width threatening to split apart my ass cheeks a mile apart. I didn’t know who was more speechless right now, he had frozen up the moment my crotch landed on his cock but I was pretty frozen up right now too. I put my arms around his neck and stared into his eyes while he looked into my eyes. His eyes looked more alive than I had ever seen him before, staring into mines; fear, hunger, desire all struggling for dominance.

We both stared at each other motionless for what seemed like eternity waiting for the other person to take the first step into the land of taboo. And then came my second surprise of the day from my wimpy dad, he took the first step. I felt a slight twitch in the horse cock that was searing its warmth through my soaked crotch and the tip of which was now touching my clit. I moaned loudly and licked my lips. I wasn’t even playing anymore. Jack was not small in the size and girth department but the cock throbbing against my pussy through the thin wet cotton of my shorts was a monster, if my mom preferred Jack’s cock over this sledgehammer then the only reason I could think of was it was splitting her pussy into 2 and leaving her too sore to crawl; that seemed to be the only explanation other than she was mad or liked new cocks.

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