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My night with my father-in-law

In the middle of that, my father-in-law, John, stopped by one night to see how I was doing. I worked nearby, and he had plenty of free time, since his wife had passed away a few years earlier. I'd never met her, but everyone said she was a stunning beauty and full of joy. John and Jay both said I reminded them of her. He appeared at the door that night with a bottle of wine, and we talked for a couple hours. I opened a second bottle and was feeling pretty light-headed. I whined about how abandoned I felt, and he consoled me by saying he and his wife had split briefly before Jay was born, and Jay didn't even know about it. He thought things might work out. I cried and cried and said I felt like I was the only person in the world. He said since Marla died he knows how that feels, and he put his hand on my shoulder while I sobbed. I leaned into his chest while I cried, and he hugged me. It was very sweet.

I opened my eyes and looked down and couldn't believe what I saw: his khakis were bulging tremendously. My father-in-law had an erection! I looked up at him, tears in my eyes, and I look confused. I started to open my mouth a little to ask him what's going on, and he must have mistaken my look as an invitation. So he kissed me. At first I was taken aback. But it felt so good. It felt familiar, as if my husband was back. So I leaned in. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. I hadn't felt anything be despair in weeks, and I suddenly felt alive again.

I instinctively reached down to feel his crotch, and he was rock hard. I unbuckled his pants, and unzipped him, and what sprang out startled me. The shape was nearly identical to my husband but much longer and thicker. I gasped out loud. John took my head and guided me down. I resisted at first but then gave in. I was on my knees, and he took the back of my head with one hand and my jaw with the other and gently pried open my mouth to guide in his massive cock. I got wide-eyed and just stared up at him as he put it in my mouth. He gently probed my tongue and lips, moving a little faster, then a little faster, eventually pushing himself more forcefully until he was full-out fucking my throat. I have a terrible gag reflex, so I was choking and spitting and streaming mascara down my tear-soaked face. But I loved it. Jay is such a timid lover, and I've longed for a man to be aggressive and take charge. That it was his father felt weirdly natural.

I pulled out and looked at me. "Should I stop?" I coughed a little and just yelped, "NO! PLEASE DON'T STOP!"

With that he dove back in with abandon. I remember that Jay once told me he thought his father hadn't been with anyone since Marla died. He must have been holding all this in for years. He grabbed my long mane of blonde hair like the reins to my head and bucked my mouth up and down on his enormous shaft. My little hands held onto his thighs while my upper body was buffeted back and forth. I don't know if I'd ever been that excited before, the way he was using me for his pleasure. It got me out of my despair, and I felt as if I was born to do nothing but pleasure his dick. I heard a low guttural noise begin to build in the room, and I didn't know what it was until I realized it was coming from me. I was moaning like an animal.

Just when I thought he was going to choke me to death with his man meat, he pulled out abruptly and effortlessly lifted up my whole body and put me on the back of the sofa. I could seem him more clearly now, standing in front of me. His cock was colossal. I couldn't believe its length and girth. How did I get that in mouth? Just then I realized he was looking me up and down, and he planned to stick it somewhere else. I was breathing heavily, my chest heaving, my nipples sticking through the thin material of my sweater. He surveyed my body. I'm petite (4'11), but my figure is what in old movies was called "bombshell": wide hips, tiny waist, big round boobs (32DDD). Jay used to tell me I have a body designed for fucking. And I think that's what his father had in mind, with his rabid look. He reached out suddenly and literally ripped the sweater off my body. He tore it open, along with my bra, in one powerful swipe, like a bear.

John was a man's man. At that time, he was an active-duty fireman, and every muscle and sinew in his body was perfectly honed. He slowly pulled off his pants and shirt, and what stood in front of me looked more like a Greek statue than my father-in-law. I'd had thought about him in the past and wondered what his body would be like under his clothes, but I never dreamed I'd find out this way.

Effortlessly, he slipped my skirt and panties off me, and I was fully exposed. My breasts were still swaying up and down as I struggled to catch my breath, and my nipples were like diamonds now. My pussy was so wet that I literally dripped onto the new upholstery. I leaned in, put his powerful hands on my hips, and lifted me up so my pussy was levitating just above the mushroom head of his cock. He held me so securely and confidently, I didn't need to grab hold of anything to balance. So I put my tiny hand under my huge tits and presented them to him, pinching my nipples. I looked him straight in the eye and, drooling, whispered, "Please, John. Make me yours."

With that he guided me onto his cock, gradually, until he was as far into me as he could get. I'd never felt anything like it. My head fell backward as I let out a long, "Ohhhhh myyyyyy godddddddddd!"

He pumped me up and down, faster and faster, working his piston in my oily gears. He put one hand under my ass and another on the back of my neck as he leaned down and sucked on my nipples, now gigantic from excitement. Every time he suckled them, they got a little stiffer. I was amazed at how big they got--and how turned on I was. Not only had I never experienced sex this pleasurable--I didn't know it was possible. I didn't ever want it to stop.

After an eternity of this, I felt his thighs tense up as he was getting close to cumming. He looked at me as he started to pull out. I nodded NO and pushed myself onto him, threw my hands behind his head to pull him closer and kiss him passionately. He put both hands on my rib cage, just below my tits, and began pumping furiously. We screamed into each other's mouths as we both spasmed and orgasmed. I could feel his hotness pour deep into me as he grunted, "Marrrla."

We collapsed on the sofa. I lay there for a second, realizing I'd just fucked my father-in-law while he addressed me as his dead wife, my husband's mother.

I climbed off him and ran into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was an emotional and physical wreck. I cleaned up and went back out into the living room, but John was gone. Shame had gotten the best of him. I pulled on my robe and sat in the dark, pondering what had just happened. I wasn't on birth control. Jay and I had been trying to have a baby when he left. I was even on prenatal vitamins. The argument that led to Jay leaving was because he hadn't wanted to have sex while I was ovulating in my last cycle. I was ovulating now.

A few days later, Jay came back. With a dozen roses, he said he'd been an idiot, we made up, and we've been together for 25 years now. Our daughter, Haley, is graduating from college this summer and wants to be an OB-GYN.

When Haley was 5, John died of third-degree burns and smoke inhalation after rescuing two girls Haley's age from a big building fire downtown. He loved playing with Haley, who called her "Papa." I always found that fitting.

But no one, not even John, knew she was his all along.