Fucking my son in law’s (1)

Janet's latest boyfriend Stevie was nothing like Jilly's Matt. He was mean and surly and you could barely get a word out of him.

I guess that was for the best because the things I did hear him say, I wasn't pleased with. He was short-tempered and nothing ever was good enough. I didn't know how Janet could put up with him. It was her choice though and I wasn't going to interfere. As long as he made her happy, I would have to learn to put up with his smart mouth and unpleasant ways.

Janet was my middle daughter. She and I hardly ever saw eye to eye but we tried our best to get along. She and Stevie were coming for a visit in August. Jilly and Matt's recent departure after their month-long stay had left me surprisingly lonely. Although Stevie was far from my favorite person, I was looking forward to them coming. Janet hadn't been home in quite some time and I missed her dearly.


Hopefully, Stevie and I would get along well enough to not spoil the visit.
They arrived late Friday evening in his brand new luxury car. Maybe Stevie was such an ass because he was spoiled, rotten rich. He wasn't particularly handsome but he was pretty well built. He knew how to take good care of himself and he knew how to take care of my Janet. To my surprise, they both greeted me warmly.

I couldn't remember Janet ever being so sweet towards me. It made me happy so I wasn't going to ask any questions.

Janet had no idea that I knew Jilly had told her all about Matt and I's interlude. I wondered if she and Jilly still had their bet in play.

I wanted to mention to Janet that she had no reason to be concerned about any sexual activities happening between Stevie and me but I decided it was best just to leave it alone. I had every intention of keeping my distance from him.

I would of course, still be my usual cordial and delightful self. There was not going to be any kind of special bonding though, especially not the bonding sessions Matt and I enjoyed.

The social butterfly that she was, Janet went out the very next afternoon to meet her friends. I had a good book, a bottle of wine and I was going to spend the day in the sunroom as far from Stevie as possible. I didn't want to take any chances of getting into some disagreement with him over his funky attitude.

I went down to the kitchen to grab my wine and a snack. Stevie was there searching the fridge for some vittles.

“Good afternoon, Ms. Trotter. How's your day going?” That was about the most he had said to me in the year that I'd known him.

“Great, Stevie. How are you?” I asked only out of politeness.

“Fine. I'm glad we have some time alone. I wanted to talk to you if that's OK.”

“Sure,” I hesitated, “about what?”

“I want us to get along and I'm not sure what exactly I've done or said to give you such a negative impression of myself. Janet means a lot to me so it would be great if we were friends.”

“Honestly, I have been wondering why are you so distant and off- putting towards me. I'm a super friendly person. I get along with mostly everyone, especially men.”

“That's the problem,” he smiled and chuckled. “Janet told me how hot to trot you have always been. She told me that every time she turned around, you had a new man. She told me of the many times she had to tune out the sound of you fucking some perfect stranger while she was trying to fall asleep at night.

“She said you were a freaky nightmare of a mother and that you had seduced several of her classmates' fathers.” I fumed to myself, another whiner. She whined worse than Jilly. My daughters should be thankful for me keeping a roof over their heads. I needed the frequent fucks for my sanity.

“Is that why you never liked me?” I asked.

“Never liked you? What would make you think that, Ms. Trotter?” “You've always been so cold towards me.”
He laughed, “That's because after meeting you for the first time and remembering what Janet told me, I caught a serious woody. I couldn't believe how fucking hot you were!”

Whaaaat?

“If I seemed cold towards you, I'm pretty sure it's because I had to focus so fiercely on not getting a hard-on every time you were close to me. I sincerely apologize if you felt mistreated. How can I make it up to you?”

“Do you really mean that?” I questioned.

He licked his lips and looked my body up and down. “I will do whatever it takes to put a huge smile on your gorgeous face.”

A sexual invitation rolled off my tongue before I had a chance to stop it, “You can lick my pussy.” Oh no, I reprimanded myself. Janet was right. I really am a freaky nightmare of a mother.

“Gladly,” he responded. “Lead the way.”

I grabbed his hand and led him upstairs to my bedroom. His other hand reached out to caress my firm, yet juicy rear. He smacked it. Twice.

He squeezed it playfully. “I'm about to be alllll up in this sexy ass! I bet you can show me some new tricks.”
“I'm gonna show you some new tricks, some old tricks, and whatever else your dick desires!”

There was not a moment of hesitation once we reached the bedroom. We both took off our clothes and hopped on the bed. Stevie was well hung, dangling a big beautiful cock.

I wanted him inside me immediately. I lied on the bed and he mounted me. I was so horny that I, for once, was willing to bypass the foreplay.

I grabbed his dick and put it in my already wet crotch. He knew exactly what to do with it. He stretched my legs wide and thrust. He did a deep dive straight to the bottom of my twat.

I swooned from the largeness that had suddenly invaded me. He pumped a few times and then he whipped his stony pecker from side to side like he was mixing cake batter.

He jammed his rotund rod in me over and over, mixing in whipping motions so that every crevice of my creamy cunt received its attention. I squeezed and slapped his ass. “Fuck me harder, Boo!” I demanded. “I don't feel a thing,” I taunted.

“Oh, you shouldn't have said that Ms. Trotter,” he retorted. He gave me what I asked for. His mixing and deep diving quickly progressed to a full-on slamming of my snatch.

He laid his pipe deep into my hole plummeting again all the way to the bottom, holding it there until I pushed him back just a bit.

He slapped my hand out of the way and deep dove again; then again and a few more times until he returned to his mixing motion.

“Oh my God,” I screamed. “Oh, oh,” I couldn't get anything out except for moans and groans. I hadn't been fucked like this in a while. His hardcore dick throwing was way more than I expected. His dick was so big, he hardly had to move it around at all for me to feel it.

He was screwing the shit out of my horny ass and all I could do was lie there and take it.
He grabbed my legs and threw them over his shoulders, hunching my love box higher in the air. I was in for it now.

He was pounding my cookie jar so hard I thought it was going to break. He was a plummeting pilot. He had full control of my cockpit as his missile continued to land as deep in my hole as it would go. He was beating my coochie up and I just laid back to enjoy it.

He moaned and groaned. “Do you like it, Stevie?” I managed.

“You got some good pussy, Ms. Trotter,” he grunted.

“You,” he pounded my cooch, “like,” he pounded again, “this,” one more pound, “dick?”

“I'm loving it!” I grappled to reply.

With that last assault of my love box, he made me cum. He had yet to nut so he kept on fucking me. I could feel my juices oozing and sloshing out as he continued punishing my cunt.

I twisted and turned my crotch underneath him to get just a second of relief. He wasn't having it. He grabbed my wrists with one swoop and held my hands to the side as he went on ravishing me. After a few more minutes of this pounding, he came.

He pulled out his meat and shot all over my tits. He rubbed it in like he was spreading lotion. I was panting trying to catch my breath.

He hopped up, smacked me on my thigh, and disappeared into the hallway. I wasn't sure what had hit me but whatever it was, I liked it and couldn't wait to do it again. I heard the shower running in he and Janet's room and decided I should get up and shower as well.