Fucking my son in law’s (5)

I eased my creamy coochie up and down his concrete cock, rolling and twisting my hips just to let him know that I was now in charge. I was taking it nice and slow.

It was the only way I had any hopes of managing the mighty anaconda that was hunting its pussy prey. I wove circles around his pecker as I glided side to side and back and forth. He tried to take control again but I wasn't having it.

I grabbed his hands and put them back on my tits where they belonged. He played with my nipples before consuming them again. He smacked on my warm breasts fervently as I lost myself in the phenomenon of riding his oversized organ.

I swooshed my dripping cunt up and down his meaty love muscle as he began to pump it up into me. He was trying to take the reins again.

His pumping and grinding became more aggressive as he started to seize command. There was no fighting it this time. He held on to me tightly as I leaned back to let his rod penetrate as far up my crotch as it would go. He pulled me down on his pulsating prick pressing it deep into my guts.

I rocked back and forth delighting in the feeling of having my soaking slot filled with his hot throbbing missile.

He gripped me by my thighs and eased me off his stiff soldier standing fully at attention. I placed my hands on the couch by his head to anchor me as he lifted me over his head. “I want you to ride my face like you've been riding my dick,” he instructed. He pulled my sweet cookie jar down onto his face.

His long, wet tongue inserted itself into my melting pussy lips, swishing it all around, capturing every bit of juice that was seeping out.

I released the couch. With both hands, I grabbed Stevie by the hair and smothered my sweet spot into his face. My legs wrapped around his shoulders as I whipped my tasty twat back and forth with no apologies.

The lips of his mouth carefully cradled the lips of my gash as he matched each twist and turn of my hips. He held me firmly in place as I leaned back to feed him my delectable pussy. He hungrily snacked on my crotch until I rewarded his efforts with a squirting climax.

He rubbed his head all around my flowing nether regions as if it were a sponge meant to sop up the furious flood.

I could feel my orgasmically dazed body rising in the air as he slowly stood up. I continued to shove my cumming cunt into his face as he carefully walked over to the fireplace and knelt down.

His tongue had not surfaced from its burial in my beaver. His tongue had not missed a swipe and his lips had not missed a nibble as he laid me down on top of the bearskin rug that decorated the floor in front of the hearth.

He spread my legs as he twisted and turned his tongue into each sliver of my gratified groin. Suddenly, he was on his knees, waving his concrete cock at me from in between my legs.

He tapped the head of his large member several times against my bubbling clit. He rubbed the throbbing head of his huge monster up and down my labia, cruelly teasing the edges of my hole with its pending penetration.

I wrapped my legs around his waist to inform him of my eagerness to once again feel his cock pelting me with deep dives into my guts.

I gripped him by his tight ass and wiggled my pussy in front of his dangling fuck rod. He swept his prick sensually up and down my pussy lips until he finally granted me the pleasure of plunging his pecker into my waiting hole.

He mounted himself on his hands and feet and fucked me as if my legs wrapped around his ass gave me no choice but to pump.

His menacing man meat was now my willing prisoner and the only way to freedom was to bribe my greedy gash with another mind blowing eruption. He nailed my cock pocket straight into the bearskin rug, swishing and swirling his determined dick from side to side against my screaming wet walls.

He wound his missile up and pitched it deep into my hole as if it were opening day at the ballpark. His aim was clear and he was intent on striking me out.


He was peering down on me, relishing every moment of my wild, untamed reaction to the workings of his stiff wood. He accelerated his long, deep strokes to a full-fledged, merciless beat down of my twisting twat.

I tried to keep up but he was screwing me so savagely that I had no alternative but to relinquish control. My weak legs flew open from the force of another staggering orgasm. He continued his beastly assault of my cunt until he joined me in orgasmic bliss, shooting his man juices all over my stomach.


He fell down hard beside me on the rug. We were both huffing and puffing from the sex marathon that we just completed. My legs were still so weak I couldn't move them. We lay there for a few minutes until our drained bodies garnered enough strength to move. He helped me up to a long, tongue filled kiss and smacked me on my ass.

“Ms. Trotter, you are something else!” he laughed as he gathered his clothes. “You took my cock like a champ! That was some of the best sex I've ever had!” he quipped.

I was still fuzzy from the orgasmic rush still rippling through my body. I picked up my clothes and we both headed upstairs to shower and change before Janet's return.

I didn't think to tidy up the scene of our crime first. It was all I could do to endure the arduous journey to my shower. Hopefully, most of the cum spots would be pretty much dry by the time I returned to mask our deed.