by Sable Drake
I reminded her she was supposed to be putting her sweet pussy over my face, so she paused and swung her body around to straddle my face. She lifted my cock with her hand, arched her back, and ducked her head—taking it in as she went down. I could feel the head at the back of her throat.
Mira arched her back a bit more, elongated her neck out and took me all the way. I could feel her nose on my nutsack until she backed off, returning to my head and swirling her tongue around it. "Mira, baby," I warned her, "if you do that again, I'll be coming. I'm on the verge, now."
I couldn't believe I was getting such a terrific blow job from my daughter-in-law. My son was one lucky man, indeed!
I took Mira's clit into my mouth and started sucking. This got her attention very quickly, her mouth movements on my cock stopped for a minute. She sat straight up, driving her pussy into my face. My nose was buried inside her. I kept nipping lightly at her clit with my teeth. She held my hips with her hands for balance and started rubbing her pussy on my face—harder, faster—until she cried out and came hard.
As she descended from her climax, I thought she'd continue the blow job. I was wrong. Apparently, she'd had enough of oral. Mira spun around and before I really knew what she was doing, my cock was buried to the hilt in her still-pulsing pussy.
She dropped onto groin and started grinding her clit on my pubic bone. I raised my head and could see my blond pubic hair mingling with her glistening coal black curls. She didn't rise up and down, just kept grinding her clit on the base of my cock, slowly riding me back and forth. Maybe she sensed that this was one way to keep me from coming too soon. Maybe she was just working toward her third orgasm. I wasn't sure and, frankly, didn't care.
My cock was in heaven. I'd had lots of pussy in my life, been to swinger parties and such, probably had my dick in some thirty different pussies by that time in my life. My daughter-in-law's pussy was the best I'd ever had. Hot and oh-so-tight!
Mira leaned forward, raised up a bit, then drove her cunt down on my cock—hard. I thought it was the beginning of the end, but when she got my cock all the way inside her, she went back to grinding her clit on my pubic bone. I could feel her diamond-hard nipples on my chest—and she was nibbling on my neck, my chin, and kissing me all rough like, with her tongue deep in my mouth.
She started panting directly into my mouth. As she got nearer and nearer to her orgasm, she started raising and lowering her hips. She'd lift herself 'til just the head of my cock was still in her pussy then slam her pussy back down to the base of my cock, rock her clit back and forth on my pubic bone a couple of times. Lift, slam, rock. Lift, slam, rock.
This treatment had me on the verge. I was very close. I broke our kiss long enough to tell her so. I grabbed her hips and started guiding her movements in the same rhythm, letting her just ride. That did it. I could feel her orgasm bloom.
Mira's face flushed. Her nipples became harder than ever. On the next thrust, she began to spasm around my cock. I felt her warmth and moisture bathe my groin, and it undid me. I shot my load deep inside her hot pussy.
Both gasping and spent, we just rested there, enjoying the after glow. Mira's face was next to my ear, and she said, "Unbelievable—abso-fucking-lutely un-fucking-believable!"
I couldn't speak yet, so I simply nodded my agreement. We stayed like that for what seemed like a long time. It was probably only a few minutes. My cock went soft, and I could feel our combined juices running through the creases of my groin, dribbling onto the bed. Still, we didn't move. I felt her body relax and realized that she was dozing off, so I let myself relax, too.
When I became aware again, Mira was not in the bed. I called her name, and she came from the bathroom—still gloriously naked—and climbed back into the bed. I didn't think I was able to get hard again—I'm not exactly a young guy any more—so we spooned on the bed and went back to sleep.
The next morning, a Saturday, I woke slowly. I was still rather groggy and hungover from the sex. I had trouble figuring out where I was because the surroundings were unfamiliar. I felt breath against my skin and turned my head to behold my beautiful daughter-in-law's face lying on my shoulder. It started coming back, a flood of intense memories from last night. I could hardly believe my own recollections, but it had to be true. Otherwise, we wouldn't be in Mira's bed. Together. Naked.
I stirred, which caused Mira to rouse, too. I watched carefully as she got her bearings, how her eyes got real big as she realized I was in her bed with her. I was looking for those tell-tale signs of regret. Instead, I saw nothing but pure joy.
I kissed her nose, her forehead, and said, "Honey, I've got to pee. I'll be right back."
She rolled over onto her back, and I got up. When I returned, she was sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Me next," she grinned.
I could hear her in the bathroom and wondered what happened next. Would this damage my relationship with Ted? Between Mira and Ted? I bent to get my clothes from the floor and started putting my shorts on. I was about to put my T-shirt on when Mira returned.
"Daddy, don't do that. Come back to bed with me, please."
No way was I going to turn her down! I stripped my clothes off and got back in the bed. She snuggled up to my side and put her head on my shoulder like it was when we woke up. We just lay there for a while, quietly, each with our own thoughts.
I was a little nervous. I was just a baby in the 70s, so I never got to experience the free love thing, and non-monogamy was totally new ground for me. I started to speak, "Mira, we should—" and that's as far as I got before Mira put her fingers to my lips.
"Shh! There's nothing to talk about. We just did what we both wanted, and we are right where I want us to be."
"But Ted..."
"Ted will be thrilled that I am with someone he loves and trusts, that I am safe and satisfied."
"You plan to tell him?" My head spun.
"Of course, silly! Ted and I don't keep secrets from one another."
With that, she grabbed my hand and placed it firmly on her ass. She didn't let go of my hand until I squeezed her ass and started playing with it. Then, she started slowly stroking my chest and playing with my nipples.
I'd never had a woman pay much attention to my nipples before, and I found it damned erotic. She started kissing my neck and collar bone to accompany her teasing, then replaced her fingers with her tongue. Back and forth. Back and forth.
When her hand slid down to my cock, she seemed pleased to find it was hard as steel. She started to shift lower still, and I did my best to keep my hand on her ass, which twisted her sideways in the bed. Before long, Mira was nibbling on my cock and balls, kneeling beside me. This position gave my fingers access to her pussy and her clit. I started playing in her garden and discovered that her pussy was very wet, already.
Mira was getting more serious about her cock sucking. She took my head into her mouth and sucked on it, just the head. I was in heaven. Her oral skills, as well as her clear enjoyment of the act, put every woman I'd ever known to shame.
I told her as much and felt her grinning around my cock. Started kissing back up my stomach and chest, stopped to kiss my nipples a bit until they got hard, then kissed her way to my mouth.
She leaned to my ear and said, "That's what your son says, too."
Chip off the ol' block, I suppose.
Mira grabbed my cock. "Fuck me, Daddy. I want your cock in my pussy."
My cock lurched as she said this, and I finally let go of her ass. Mira straddled my body and reached between us to guide my cock into her tight pussy. I marveled at the ebony and ivory contrast of our skin as she smashed her clit right into my pubic bone and let out a heavy sigh.
She just sat there for a moment with my cock buried to the hilt inside her. Then, like the night before, she slowly rose until just the head of my cock was still in her pussy. At this point, Mira looked me dead in the eye—those gorgeous coal eyes piercing my soul—as she slowly lowered her pussy back down my cock.
We started a familiar rhythm. Slam, grind, lift. It seemed to be her favorite fucking maneuver. I wasn't complaining.
I put my arms around her and pulled her close to me, again feeling her hard nipples digging into my chest. I pushed with my leg and rolled us over so she was on her back with me above her. She raised her knees to either side of me and grabbed them to pull them toward her chest, and I felt my cock slide even deeper.
With my hands on the bed on either side of her, I slowly ground my cock into her pussy. Back and forth then side-to-side, which Mira really seemed to enjoy.
I pulled Mira onto my hips until I was basically sitting on my heels with her delicious ass in my lap. I couldn't thrust well from this position, but I could certainly grind—and have my hands free while I did it.
With one hand, I enjoyed her nipples. With the other, I played with her pussy, applying pressure from above as I ground from below.
Mira whipped her head from side to side, uttering a steady stream of one-word exclamations. In this manner, I was able to deliver maximum pleasure without overstimulating myself and coming too soon. I wanted her to come first. I suppose it was a point of pride.
And come she did. Mira soon let go of her knees and dug her nails into my thighs, pulling herself as far onto my cock as she could get. I was certain there would be scars. The pulsing of her pussy started my own orgasm. I unloaded inside her, thankful once again for that little snip-snip I'd had done after my wife died.
We stayed like that, riding the wave of pleasure, for a moment but soon, I had to get off my knees.
Mira grabbed my face in both hands and kissed me.
"Thank you, Daddy. That was amazing!"
I agreed. "It was absolutely amazing—the best sex I'd ever had." I wasn't just saying that, either. Fucking my daughter-in-law was the best sex I'd ever had.
"I love you, Mira!"
She smiled. "Oh, I love you, too, Daddy. I couldn't ask for a better father-in-law, and Ted couldn't ask for a better father."
I rolled off to her side and lay beside her with my head on her shoulder, one leg between her legs and my softened cock lying on her hip. I just wanted to hold her for a while.
She must've glanced at the clock. "Damn! Daddy, let me up, I'm late for work." She got up and rushed around and was out the door about fifteen minutes later.
* * * *
I was sitting on the couch when she got home. I had showered and dressed then just spent the day puttering while I waited for Mira to come home. She taught aerobics down at the YMCA on weekends, which is part of the reason she had such an amazing figure. While I was there, I fixed the bathroom faucet, replaced the broken light fixture in the hallway, and cleaned up our dinner dishes from the night before.
She walked in and, after offering a greeting, headed straight to the shower. When she finished, she came and sat next to me on the couch wearing a robe the same shade as her beautiful skin. We discussed supper ideas and decided neither of us wanted to cook, so we ordered Chinese for delivery. The TV was on and we were just kickin' it, talking and snuggling.
"Sweetie, those pictures on your computer were awesome. I'm glad I found them—or, rather, that you left them for me to find."
"Guilty," she admitted, shamelessly.
"I could tell some were self-taken, but others... Who took them?"
"Ted took them. He wanted some to take with him on his phone, something to look at when we talked, or when he read sexy email from me."
"Ah, I see. But... a couple of them were taken after he deployed. This one pair in particular, looked like two back-to-back were taken and the only difference was the zoom. Your camera doesn't have remote zoom. Who took those?"
She didn't immediately answer. I could read the resistance on her face.
"It's fine, baby, really. You don't have to tell me. I'm just a curious, dirty old man. I'm sure you've told Ted, and that's what's important."
"I have," she nodded. "He's fine with it. I'll tell you... but, Daddy, are you sure you want to know?
I thought, This must be good. Aloud, I said, "Yeah, baby, I'd love to know. Hell, I might want to thank him—or her—in person." At this point, I figured it was one of Mira's many girlfriends and maybe there was a little bi action that followed. That was titillating enough.
"Max took those, Daddy."
"Max, Ted's brother? My son? That Max?"
"Yes, Daddy, that Max."
"Did he only take pictures? Wow! I think I want to hear more about that day."
So, Mira told me the story.
* * * *
"Max dropped in one afternoon while I was taking some of the pictures for Ted. He's had his own key to our place for a while, just like we have a key to his place. Anyway, I was happily taking pictures, then getting up to reset the camera and then getting back into position for the next timer shot. I heard him come in the front door, and he hollered, 'It's just me!'
"I said, 'I'm in the computer room, Max. Be right out!' But I was too slow. Before I knew it, he was in the doorway and I was still naked. It was pretty obvious what I had been doing.
"'That must be difficult to do by yourself.' he said.
"'Yeah, it is kinda. And it's especially difficult to time a shot of me during an orgasm. Ted asked for one of those special—said he likes the look I get on my face when I come.'
"Daddy, you probably don't know this, but Max and I had played around before. This wasn't the first time he'd seen me naked. And it probably won't be the last. Anyway, back to the story...
"Max told me he'd be glad to help me take some pictures for Ted and grabbed the camera and tripod. I got back in the computer chair and started masturbating. He was snapping pictures of me while I played with myself. You saw a couple of them, I know. No toys needed. Just my fingers playing with my pussy and my clit.
"I held my pussy open with the fingers of one hand and put my other thumb right on my clit. Two fingers up inside rubbing and digging for that magical spot. Max just kept taking pictures. Before long, I was coming. He got several of me during my orgasm. It was a pretty big turn-on for me to have Max here, watching me and taking these pictures.
"And, it was having a similar effect on Max. I could see the outline of his cock in his shorts. As I was coming, I happened to glance at his crotch, and I could tell he was rock hard. So, after I was sure we had enough pictures of my orgasm, I told him, 'Put the camera down facing away from us. Then come here and I'll help you out with your condition.' And then I smiled real big.
"He put the camera down facing the corner and walked over to the computer chair. I lowered his shorts and boxers. His cock was standing at attention, and I took it in my hand and stroked it slowly as I rearranged myself in the chair so I could get him in my mouth. I took the head of his cock in my mouth, Daddy, and I started stroking the shaft while I tongued the head. Just like I did you this morning, remember?
"Max was definitely on edge. Taking pictures of his naked sister-in-law had him really turned-on. I could tell it wouldn't be long before I was taking his cum in my mouth. I reached around and grabbed his ass with my other hand, and drew him forward so I could get more of his cock in my mouth. I was in an awkward position, but I got most of it in. His pubic curls were tickling my nose. I backed off a bit and tongued his entire cock. It was about then that he put his fingers in my hair and slowly pulled my head forward onto his cock. He relaxed his grip, and I slid back to just the head of it, my tongue going round and round. He pulled my head forward again, and I felt his shaft start to throb a split second before the first spurt landed at the back of my throat. I had to back off some to swallow that first bit, but I took the whole load in my mouth and swallowed every drop.
"Max said, 'That was amazing, sis!' and we started getting dressed."
* * * *
"That's the story, Daddy. What do you think of me now?"
She looked as if she was expecting me to scold her or—maybe—spank her. Mira clearly enjoyed telling me about the photography session is ex
plicit detail. I began to suspect an ulterior motive in the blow-by-blow narrative.
"Wow!" What more could I say? "That was amazing, sweetie."
"Yeah, I know."
"Was that all that happened?"
"That day? Yeah. He had a date later and had just stopped by for a minute."
"Have you two done anything like this before or since?"
"Well, Daddy," Mira purred as she reached for me, "maybe I'll keep the other stories to myself... for now. I can tell from your shorts that my story got you ready for more. And I'm ready, too."
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Emma
by
Sable Drake
"But, Papa!" Emma cried.
"Enough!" He had gone crimson, a truly alarming shade, darker than the stained-glass in the church window above the pew where they sat every Sunday. "You're lucky I don't snap your neck like a chickenbone, girl! Ungrateful hussy. As I live and breathe, you're lucky."
Emma fell silent. She clutched her traveling valise, the one she would not be parted with. Let the train's baggage handlers do what they would with her trunk. Drop it in the mud, break it open so that her petticoats spilled out for all the world to see, set it on fire. The valise held her money, her grandmother's pearls–Papa didn't know she had spirited them out of their hiding place, but damned if she'd let her sister Mary have them, damned if she would!–and what little money he'd seen fit to give her for the trip.
And the books.
The books that had been, in a way, the cause of all this. Her downfall, her doom. Yet how could she hate them, those wonderful books? They had opened her eyes to things she had never before even imagined.
The look on Papa's face, though… when he'd come into the parlor, when he'd seen what he'd seen.
She was lucky he hadn't snapped her neck. He could have done; he might be a wealthy businessman now, but he'd been a miner once, and the endless toil of hauling ore-carts and swinging a pick had left a mark on him. In his shoulders, in his arms, in his hands that were still strong.