Fucking my son in law’s (6)

I dropped my clothes in the laundry room on the way up to my bedroom. I went into the bathroom and turned my shower on full blast.

I picked out my favorite body wash and grabbed my loofah as the water heated up to the proper temperature. The shower filled with steam and I got in. I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation of the warm water rushing down my body.


When I opened my eyes, Stevie was standing by the showering grinning ear to ear. I looked down to see that his cock had somehow regained power. He jiggled it at me again and stepped into the shower with me. He was going to kill me I thought.

There was no way I could handle another round without at least a brief respite. I was too prideful to admit that to Stevie so I just welcomed him into my shower and hoped for the best.

“But what about Janet?” I was barely able to ask.

“She texted, they stopped for some drinks after the movie. We have a little more time.”

He turned me towards him and dropped to his knees. He stuck his tongue back into my pussy hole and dashed it in and out as the water cascaded off of me and down his back. I wrapped one leg around his shoulder as he anchored us both against the shower wall. He withdrew his tongue from my gash and held it out so that I could brush my pussy on it.

I ground my hips as his protruding tongue circled my clit.

He buried his head deep yet again and feverishly ate me out. I couldn't understand how his tongue hadn't become numb from all the pussy eating he had entertained me with. It kept working its wicked wizardry until I tapped out and begged for more of his cock.
“Stick it in my pussy!” I demanded. “I want some more of that dick inside of me!”

He stood to his feet and spun me around. He bent me over until my head was planted against the shower wall. He yanked me by my waist and buried his stony prick deep into my cunt.

He pumped his gigantic pecker fiercely in and out of my writhing crotch as I struggled to maintain my balance, my white knuckle grasp of the shower wall being loosened with each thundering thrust.

He backed up and captured both of my hands with one of his and used the other to continue propping me up as he banged my twat ferociously yet rhythmically; as if his dick were dancing to a pulsating beat.

His cock knocked against my singing walls on its way to pierce the bottom of my coochie as he sought the soft solace of my guts once more. I reciprocated his thrusts until I screamed from another electrifying climax.

“Fuck!!!” he loudly yelled as he withdrew his member and splashed his nut all over my ass. He beat his dick against my ass to shake out every drop of his meat juice. “Fuck!!!” he exclaimed again. “Damn, Ms. Trotter. I came so fucking hard.” We quickly washed each other off and stepped out of the shower.

We walked into the bedroom where we were greeted with an unwelcome surprise. Janet was sitting on my bed with her arms folded shaking her head in disbelief.

“Seriously, Mom?” she lamented. “Have you not an ounce of shame? I'm your fucking daughter. Jilly is your fucking daughter. Must you fuck every man you see including ours?”

“Janet, baby,” Stevie interrupted.

“I don't want to hear it. There is something seriously wrong with the both of you. Stevie, I fuck you day and night. How much sex do you need? And if you really needed some more, did you have to get it from my mother?”

“I'm sorry, Hun,” he muttered. “I love you and I'm sorry.”
“I know you love me. I love you too but I'm not sure I can get past this,” she admitted. “Plus, it looked like you were fucking her better than you fuck me,” she whimpered.

“No, that's not true Jan,” he pleaded. “I've never given anyone this dick the way I give it to you.”

Really? They were having a tender moment over who got dicked down the best. “It was all me, Sweetie,” I lied. “I threw myself at him from the moment you left. You're right. I just can't stop. It was all my fault. He resisted and I wouldn't take no for an answer.” I would say whatever I needed to save their relationship.

“Is that true, Stevie?” she naively questioned.

Sex was just sex to me and Stevie. Love was different. The love I witnessed in their eyes at that moment told me that they would indeed be able to put this behind them.

I only wanted my daughter to be happy and whether she realized it or not, that humongous fuck rod of Stevie's was a keeper, not to mention his superbly talented tongue.

He treated me to some of the best fucks of my life in the little time that we spent together. I wanted my daughter to enjoy life long access to his insatiable beast and to his family's fortune as well. As long as he was digging into her pussy, she would be digging into his pockets.

She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. “Mom, this can't happen again. We love you but fucking our boyfriends makes it hard to like you. Come on, Stevie, let's go.” She escorted him out of the room.

I was sure it wouldn't be long before my oldest daughter Josie caught wind of my sexual exploits.

She had invited me to stay with her and her husband Mitch in their new beach home to round out my summer. I hoped she wouldn't rescind the invitation once she learned what a naughty mother I had been.

I had fucked two of my daughters' men. I pledged to myself that it would end there. My feisty Josie was not as forgiving as her sisters and I didn't want to elicit her terrible wrath.

I would proceed with my trip and promised myself I wouldn't trip over Mitch's dick while I was there.