by Danielle Lux
Contents
Title Page
Too Big for My Daughter in Law (TBFMDIL)
Pregnant by My Father in Law (PBMFIL)
Cheating on the Wedding Night (TBFMDIL 2)
An Offer From His Parents (PBMFIL 2)
A Wife's Revenge (PBMFIL 3)
Too Big for the Condom (PBMFIL 4)
The Alpha Male Dad (TBFMDIL 3)
Cuckolding my Weak Husband (PBMFIL 5)
Taken by the Alpha Male (PBMFIL 6)
BONUS STORY: My Wife and My Dad
Father-in-Law Fantasies
10 Story Mega-Bundle
Danielle Lux
Too Big for My Daughter in Law
Since the moment I met her, I wanted to fuck my son’s wife.
My son Alan is a good kid, but how he got a girl like Lucy is beyond me. Alan takes after his mom—he's average looking, average height, average everything. Lucy, on the other hand, is a smoking hot Asian chick with a gorgeous face, smooth skin and the perfect-sized teardrop breasts for her slender frame, plus a cute little ass you just want to smack.
When Alan first introduced Lucy to me and his mother, I thought the relationship would be over within weeks. Lucy would realize she could do so much better, and she'd dump his ass. But no, they stayed together, then got engaged, then got married. Maybe Alan was like me, I reasoned—hung like a shire horse. That was the only explanation I could think of.
I've fucked a lot of women in my time, but there was something about Lucy that made me unable to stop thinking about her. I'm not the nicest guy in the world, I cheat on my wife every so often, but even I knew that thinking about my son’s wife was a step too far. Nonetheless, my masturbation sessions often ended with fantasizing about Lucy. Imagining how those cute little titties would look as she bounced on top of me, imaging those eyes looking up at me as she sucked my dick…
I even tried to get her out of my system by fucking random Asian girls. My secretary at work, a girl I met at a bar, one of my friends’ daughters… but Lucy still wouldn't get out of my thoughts. It wasn't an Asian fetish I had, I realized as I blew my load over my secretary’s tits for the fourth time that month, it was a Lucy fetish.
As well as being drop-dead gorgeous, she had such a bubbly, kooky personality. She was always laughing and making jokes, and was a real flirt.
“Terry,” she’d say to me, “have you been working out? Maybe I should have picked the dad instead of the son!”
She was always making comments like that. I knew it was probably just her making jokes, but part of me wondered if there was something more to it. Did she think about me the same way I thought about her? I'm a handsome guy. I'm tall and in pretty good shape for a man in his late fifties. I get a lot of women throwing themselves at me—and, I'm ashamed to say, I normally end up throwing them around the bedroom.
It was the morning before the wedding of one of my wife’s cousins. It was going to be a big family gathering, relatives from all over we're coming down. And, best of all, Lucy was going to be there. It was a couple of months since I'd last seen her, when she and Alan came over for dinner, and I was looking forward to seeing her in a sexy little dress.
I was in the shower, stroking my big cock, imagining that I was shoving it into Lucy’s tight cunt. They say that everyone has one gift, and mine has always been my dick. Ever since I had to shower with the other guys after sports in high school, I knew I wasn't built like other men. That was one of the reasons I couldn't stop cheating on Tara, my wife: I loved the thrill of a new girl seeing my junk for the first time. I loved how big their eyes got, how they liked to feel the weight with their hand, I loved them telling me I was so much bigger than their ex or their boyfriend or their husband.
My whole body shuddered as I got close to cumming. I jerked my cock with both hands as fast as I could, imagining Lucy was kneeling in front of me, her pretty little mouth open wide, waiting for my seed.
I grunted as I came, a thick jet of white muck splattering across the glass of the shower.
“You ok in there, Terry?”
Tara, my wife.
“I'm fine honey,” I called back. “I'll be out in a minute.”
As I watched the last globules of cum drip from my softening dick and get washed down the plughole, I felt an immense feeling of shame. I had to stop thinking about Lucy, it was wrong. She was my son’s wife!
We arrived at the church just as the ceremony was starting. From our seats at the back we could see Alan and Lucy, sitting near the front. Lucy turned round and mouthed a silent “Hi!”. I smiled back. She looked more beautiful than ever, with her hair curled and her best makeup on.
After the ceremony we met Alan and Lucy outside the church.
“Hey Dad!” Alan said, slapping me on the back. “Good to see you. I see your hair’s getting thinner again. You'll have to start wearing a hat soon!”
I bristled. Alan had always been a good kid, who treated his mother and me with respect, but a few months ago he'd got a big promotion at work, and it had gone to his head.
I smiled, pretending to be amused.
“You got me there, Alan. It'll happen to you one day though—don't forget that!”
Alan laughed. I turned to Lucy.
“Hey, Luce,” I said. She turned and smiled and me, and we hugged.
“Terry, so good to see you!”
I held her close, feeling the squash of her perfect breasts against my chest, breathing in her perfume. It was all I could do not to reach round and grab her cute little ass.
“You too, Luce.”
She pulled away and looked me up and down.
“Damn Terry, you brush up well. You look like James Bond in that suit.”
“More like James Bond’s granddad,” smirked Alan. “Plus, I don't think that suit cost three-thousand dollars, like mine.”
I smiled, but in my head I was annoyed at what a little dickhead my son had become. Hopefully it was just a phase, and he'd grow out of it, once the novelty of having money wore off.
The wedding reception was the usual affair: speeches, food and lots and lots of alcohol. Tara and I were on the same table as Lucy and Alan. As the night went on, and more alcohol was consumed, Lucy kept throwing little glances and smiles at me. At first I thought it was all my imagination, that it was just wishful thinking on my part, but no, she was definitely looking at me.
By the time the band started playing and people took to the dancefloor, everyone was extremely drunk. Tara left the table and went up to dance with her cousins, and Alan was speaking to some random men on a different table about business, leaving me and Lucy on our own.
“Hey,” I said to her.
“Hey,” she said back. She looked over wistfully at Alan. “Do you think Alan’s changed?”
“How so?” I asked.
“It's just… he used to be the nicest guy in the world. That was why I married him. But recently he's become… I don't know how to put it.”
“A bit of a dickhead?” I suggested.
Tara laughed. Then she burst into tears. She was very drunk.
I moved to the chair next to her and put an arm round her.
“Hey, it's ok, don't cry,” I said.
“I… just miss the old Alan,” she said. “All my friends used to tell me that I was too good for him, that he was punching above his weight, but my argument was always that he was so nice. I'd never met someone so nice in all my life. But now that he's changed, I… I don't know what to do.”
She looked up at
me, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears, her makeup running down her cheeks.
“Maybe I should have gone for a man like you Terry. Big, strong and confident.”
She ran a finger down my chest, tracing my abs through my shirt.
“I think I could make you happy,” she said, her fingers reaching my belt buckle. “I could make you very happy indeed.”
She gave my crotch a squeeze and I was instantly hard, my erect dick running down my right thigh. She ran her hand down the outline of my length through my pants.
“Holy shit…” she gasped.
Then she quickly pulled her hand away.
“What am doing?” she said, getting to her feet. “I'm sorry Terry, I'm drunk. I'm sorry…”
She started to cry, then ran from the room.
“Lucy!” I called after her.
I got up and ran in the direction she’d gone, but by the time I got out of the main hall, there was no sign of her.
“Lucy?” I called, wandering down the corridor of the hotel. “Lucy, where are you?”
Then I heard sobbing coming from the other side of a door. I opened it and Lucy was there, crying in a cleaning supplies cupboard.
“Lucy, come out of there. It's ok, I won't tell Alan. It was just a mistake.”
“Come in and close the door,” she said, “I don't want anyone to see me like this.”
I did as she asked. I turned the torch on my phone on, so I could see her, then placed it on a shelf to light the room.
My dick immediately began to stir in my pants, being trapped in a tiny closet with Lucy. I know it's bad, but the fact that she was crying turned me on even more. But this had gone far enough already. She was my son’s wife. Even if he had become a bit of a brat lately, I couldn't do this to him, I couldn't—
Lucy kissed me. It was a deep, tender kiss, her tongue sliding into my mouth. I could taste the salt from her tears.
Suddenly whatever reservations we both had were gone, and we frantically tore at each other’s clothes. I pulled the zip down at the back of Lucy’s dress and it fell to the floor, leaving her standing in just her bra and panties.
As she frantically unbuckled my pants, I reached round and unhooked her bra. The cups fell away from her breasts at the same moment she pulled my dick out, so I began to suck on her perfect nipples at the same moment she starting playing with my cock.
“Oh god, Brian,” she gasped, “I want you inside me!”
I stuck a finger down her panties. She was dripping wet. She moaned as my big fingers found her clit.
“Fuck me!” she gasped. “Hurry up and fuck me!”
I turned her around and pushed her against the wall, pulling her panties down to her knees. I rubbed my cock against her entrance, smothering my head in her juices.
“You want this?” I asked.
“Stick it in! Please!”
Again, I did as she asked. Or at least I tried to. I tried to push my glans inside her, but her pussy was ridiculously tight.
I shoved, but it was like trying to fit a sausage through the head of a needle.
“Stop, it hurts!” she yelled. I pulled my dick away. She reached round and grabbed my shaft, trying to guide me in, but it just wouldn't fit.
“Push,” she told me. I grabbed her hips and pushed forward with all my strength. The head of my dick sunk into her, but then she screamed and pushed me away. My dick slipped out of her and she clutched at her pussy in pain.
“You're too big,” she sobbed. “This was a bad idea, I… I'm sorry.”
She pulled up her panties and put her bra back on.
“Lucy, wait,” I said. But it was too late—she was already slipping back into her dress. She zipped it up and then ran out of the closet.
I pushed my dick back into my pants—which wasn't easy as I was still rock hard—then zipped up and went out of the cupboard, but Lucy had disappeared.
I made my way back to the main hall, my head spinning with feelings of guilt and lust and drunkenness. Maybe it was for the best that Lucy had been too tight. As attracted to her as I was, I didn't want to destroy my family. Maybe something like this was best left as a fantasy.
When I got back to the hall, Alan was still chatting with the random guys from before—seemingly unaware that his beautiful wife had been missing for the past twenty minutes.
I walked past, on my way to the bar to get a much-needed drink, but Alan called me over.
“Everyone, this is my dad,” he told his new friends. He was very drunk.
“I love my dad,” Alan went on, “but he'd be the first to admit he could have made a bit more of his life. He had an ok job, an ok house and car, but he never quite made it to the top of the corporate ladder. Isn't that right, Dad?”
I bit my tongue to stop myself saying something I'd regret. As drunk as they were, the other men at the table were looking a bit awkward at Alan’s behavior.
“You've got me there son,” I said, barely containing my rage.
“Me on the other hand, I'm not even thirty and I'm already managing my own department,” said Alan. “I've got a sexy-as-fuck wife and a big car and the world at my feet!”
“Yes you have, Alan,” I said. “You all have a good night.”
I stormed off, feeling more furious than I'd ever been. How dare Alan talk to me that way? My own son, who only five years ago had been crying to his mother and I that he’d never find a girlfriend. The little dickhead.
I knew what I wanted to do now. I scoured the tables until I found a butter dish, with a few knobs of butter left on it. Then I left the hall and went upstairs. I knocked on the door of Alan and Lucy’s room.
“Lucy, I know you're in there. It's Terry.”
Lucy opened the door. Her makeup was a mess, with eyeshadow all down her cheeks, but she still looked stunning. She was wearing a hotel dressing gown.
“What do you want?” she asked.
I leaned forward and kissed her. She put her arms round my neck, kissing me back. I used the hand not holding the butter dish to pull the cord on her dressing gown and it opened, revealing her naked body.
We found our way to the bed. I pushed her down on her back and unbuckled my pants, pulling out my dick. Lucy looked at it in horror, her eyes wide.
“Terry, it's not gonna work, you're too big and I'm too tight!”
I grabbed a piece of butter and rubbed it on my shaft and head, smothering my dick with the slippery grease. Then I took another piece and shoved it into Lucy’s pussy, wiping it across her entrance, lubing her up.
“Oh yes,” she gasped as my buttery fingers rubbed against the hood of her clit. I stuck my fingers inside her, and she was soaking wet.
I lined the head of my dick up with her vagina, resting it on her flaps.
“Do it,” she said.
I thrust forward, sliding my entire length into her tiny little Asian cunt.
Lucy screamed, digging her nails into my back, and I started to fuck her.
“Brian,” she groaned, “you're so big!”
“Bigger than Alan?” I asked.
“So much bigger! So much bigger!”
I grinned. Yes, the cocky little shit had a better job at twenty-nine than I'd ever had, but I was still the man of the family. I was the one with the bigger dick, fucking his little wife deeper and better than he ever could.
I span Lucy around and fucked her from behind, doggystyle, gripping onto her black hair.
“Who's your daddy?” I asked her as I plunged into her pussy over and over. “Who's your fucking daddy?”
“You are, Daddy!” she yelled, “you are!”
I fucked her all around the room: on the floor, against the wall, from the front, from the back and from the side.
I knew it was a risk fucking her here when Alan might come back at any moment, but I knew he'd probably be drinking with his new friends for hours, and I was so horny for Lucy and pissed-off at him that I didn't care. Let the little shit walk in if he wanted. Let him see who the re
al daddy was.
Finally, as I was fucking her on the floor, her on her back and me on top, holding her legs apart like a frog’s, I felt myself reaching the point of no return.
Lucy had already cum three times already, but I wanted us to cum together to finish thing off.
I held on, not wanting to blow my load too early, until I felt the familiar feeling of her pussy contracting around my cock.
“I'm cumming again, Daddy,” she said, looking into my eyes, “I'm cumming!”
Lucy’s pussy was already the tightest I'd ever had, but when she came it squeezed tighter still. As her vagina meat gripped my cock like a vice, I lost control and began to cum.