Daddy-in-Law

Chad stirred, jerking his head away from the arm of his couch to look in the direction of whatever had awoken him. Sloshing water, silverware tinkling—someone doing the dishes. Chad rose, working all the kinks out of his joints without the pay-off of the clearheaded relaxation that came from a proper nap.

"I thought I was supposed to be resting," he grumbled. "Hard to do that with this racket!"

"If you want to sleep, go to the bedroom," a plum British accent retorted from the kitchen. "I don't have a lot of time to look in on you, and I'm going to have this house in some order before I leave!"

Muttering to himself, Chad cracked his neck and headed into the kitchen. With his painstaking steps, she knew he was coming a mile away.

"Look at these stacks of dishes!" she chided him. "They need to be done and they need to be done now!"

"They can wait!" He sagged atop the kitchen table. "What kind of maid doesn't take orders?"

"I'm not your maid, Chad, though I dare say even if you were willing to let us hire you one, she wouldn't put up with this treatment half so much as I have.

I'm

just your daughter-in-law, trying to take care of an ailing relation."

"Ailing!" Chad rolled his eyes. He still jogged regularly, still lifted, still boxed. His physique was great for a man in his mid-fifties. The heart thing had just been one of those things. "One little hiccup and this damn family goes to pieces..."

"Heart failure is not a hiccup. You could've died!"

"I can do my own damned dishes..."

"You can rest and recover like you're supposed to."

"Move!" Chad told her, making his way to the sink.

She stood in his way. "You can rinse. I'll scrub."

Chad shook his head. "Of all the... fine. If you want to give yourself dishpan hands, knock yourself out."

"I'd rather explain dishpan hands to my husband than that his father's given himself another heart attack."

"Some husband..." Chad muttered.

He knew his son was queer as a two-dollar bill, but in the public eye, he couldn't very well give that away. What he didn't understand was why someone as beautiful as Hayley Atwell had to settle for being the kid's beard. Was it that hard for her to find a real husband? He supposed it was good for her career as well as his—lots of gossip, lots of movie roles—but it seemed like a waste of one hell of a wife if you asked him.

Harley had filled one half of the sink with hot, sudsy water, and she would only allow her hands to touch it as she scoured each plate before handing them off to him for the insultingly pedantic work of being rinsed and stacked.

"So why doesn't the kid do this himself?" Chad asked. "Too busy to check in on his old man?"

Hayley was in no mood. "It was my idea. I wanted to get to know you a little better."

"Yeah, that's a helluva excuse to invite yourself to bother a private citizen. I just want to get back to my routine."

"I want that as well. Preferably with less health scares. He was really worried about you, you know."

"Has one hell of a way of showing it, going out of town on business..."

"That couldn't be avoided."

"Sure it couldn't. What do you see in him, anyway? I know he's a good kid and all, but how's he take care of you?"

Hayley blushed at his meaning. "There are more important things."

"Not too many where a marriage is concerned. Then, I suppose if my wife and I hadn't given a fig about each other, matrimony would've been smooth sailing."

"I care a great deal about your son. He's a very good friend and far more understanding than a more... romantically inclined husband would be."

"Yeah, I should know, I raised him."

"Yes. If he were inclined as you were, it would probably be the perfect marriage. But if he had any of your stubbornness..."

"Stubbornness goes with passion. You should know that, you strike me as the type."

"The stubborn type?"

"At times."

"Well, I try to be more pragmatic than passionate... at times."

Chad smiled at her. It would've been a lot easier dealing with her if she were an out and out bitch, but he could see how his son would've married her, even while being blind to at least some of her charms. She was a cute little minx, making him feel as young as she was. If he was that young, and as wise as he was now, he wouldn't have married her as part of no

publicity stunt,

no sir.

"If you end up married to a gay man, you could stand to be passionate more often and pragmatic less." He took a puff of suds from a plate she handed him and flicked it at her, landing it atop her blouse. It quickly faded into a large dark circle of wetly clinging cloth atop her breast, her full, milky cleavage even more evident than it had been before. Her bra was less evident; the damp patch showed the outline of her right nipple. Chad's flaccid cock made thoughts of stiffening.

"Hell!" Hayley cried, covering her chest. "This is what I would worry about, being married to a more interested male!"

She went to the oven for the towels dangling from its handle, to scrub her chest dry with her back to him. In the process, she bent to examine her reflection in the tinted glass of the oven door, and Chad could see her shorts slip with enviable license into the crevice of her ass, revealing the tempting curve of her firm cheeks.

Chad pressed himself against the sink to hide his erection, but that only made it harden more, feeling the warm throb of the hot water inside where he pressed himself. This was his son's wife. Sure, his son probably wouldn't give a damn either way, but still, he was reluctant. Yet at the same time, he

wasn't.

Hayley returned with another stack of dishes—they really had piled up, taking over the kitchen like an occupying force. She dumped them into the sink with an evil gleam in her eyes, the water splashing Chad.

"Oops!" she said staunchly. "Sorry. I guess it was just fated that both of us would get wet today."

Chad stripped off his shirt, noticing Hayley's eyes tracking the impressively musculature for a man his age, the saltpepper hair that bristled across his chest. "No problem.

I

don't mind getting wet."

Hayley almost shrieked at his implication. "I would hope my father-in-law is not some sort of dirty old man."

"No, of course not—I'm not that old at all."

"Could you prove it?" she asked, moving to push him to relinquish his position in front of the sink so she could resume rinsing, but he didn't move—instead turning to face her and moving against her, his erection poking her belly, his tongue shooting hotly into her mouth, pressing forcefully down the warm smooth length of her tongue. And Hayley sucked on it, drawing it further into her mouth with her lips pressed against his, clinging to him for a long moment before she slipped away.

It took a moment for Hayley to wag a finger at him. "You'd best behave yourself!" she admonished him.

"You've been around men who behave themselves too much," he told her. "You need one who knows what to do with a damn little cocktease."

Chad could not leave his zipper closed another moment, the pressure killing him, making him unzip his pants. Hayley stared, partly shocked, partly delighted, as he unbuckled his belt as well, tugged his underwear out of the way, his lust-inflated cock pushing obscenely out into the open.

His cock, at least, was the picture of health, coursing with blue veins along its thickened length. Hayley couldn't blame herself for looking, even if her were her father-in-law, or twenty years her senior, or something of a chauvinist. She was almost appalled at how big it was, wondering how her dearly departed mother-in-law had ever taken such a monstrous thing to conceive her current partner.

She wondered if she could blow it. Surely, she could do that much. And if she could do that, she could be fucked by it—even if she never actually would. But if she got it in her mouth... down her throat...

No, not under any circumstances... unless...

Chad watched all this play over Hayley's face with some amusement. Even if she turned him down, her expression would be well worth putting himself out there, so to speak. Then he saw her face set, her arms cross.

"If you lick me," she said, "I'll do the same for you."

"You mean you want me to eat you out?" Chad scoffed.

"Before I so much as touch that todger of yours!"

Chad didn't hesitate, picking Hayley up and setting her on the counter. Hayley let out a harsh exhaled as her shorts and panties were tugged over full, curved hips and tossed to the ground. Chad dropped to his knees in front of her pussy, already pleasingly moist, and his thumbs peeled her labia away from her throbbing pink. He licked it in one long lap, then flicked the tip of his tongue over her tiny clitoris, setting a rhythm. Long, languorous licks of her sex, then rapid flickers of her clit.

Hayley quivered against him, screwing her asscheeks in small lewd circles, encouraging his tongue to find newer and hotter places within her. With each repetition, Chad lapped harder at her clit, fucked his tongue deeper into her warm cunt. Hayley moaned and heaved, riding lewd pleasure that she thought, absurdly, could just not fit between even the widest stance of her legs. She jerked Chad's head away from her, looking down at her own violent arousal and flushed skin as if just now realizing how she looked: bottomless on a kitchen counter, legs as wide open as a whore.

"Stop it, stop it right now! Oh,

God,

I was about to come all over your face!"

"You can come all over my dick instead," he said, standing and pressing his body to hers, the vertical hugeness of his blood-swollen cock landing between her widely spread legs. Hayley looked down in disbelief. His erection spanned from her perineum straight to her pubic hair. Had it gotten even bigger?

"Oh lord!" Hayley moaned, feeling his hands closing on the tops of her thighs, fingers digging harshly into her soft white flesh to hold her in place. "This is... unsanitary! Food is prepared here!"

"You can clean it after," Chad told her. "You're good at that."

His strong hands pushed her legs further apart, opening her cunt into flat, exposed sweetness. Hayley shuddered expectantly, feeling the air on her sex. Her legs snaked out to either side of Chad's body, coiling, calves locking against the backs of his thighs, urging him in. He grasped his hard cock in his hand and pressed forward. Hayley felt the contact on her pussy, the moment of resistance, then the inevitable surrender to hard, almost cruel pressure. She groaned as he moved deep inside her.

"Good at this too," Chad panted, slithering himself into Hayley, moving forward only slowly, making sure she could take his size until he couldn't stand it anymore, and he sunk everything he had into the deepest recesses of her warmly accepting young body. He could feel his balls pull tightly against her softly quivering ass, her feet scraping at his back as she kicked against the relentless pressure, then dug her heels into the small of his back to grind her wetly clasping cunt upon his shaft, demanding more of the punishing treatment.

He could hardly contain himself as her grunts of satisfaction resounded through the kitchen, growing with the rhythmic motion he set up, new sounds pumped out of her with each flat smack of nakedness against nakedness. He was playing her like an instrument, his belly smacking heavily against hers, her wetly clasping cunt full of his cock, her moans approving of every single one of the many minutes he spent on her. A symphony. He had never had anyone like her before, and it took all his self-control not to give in to the softly squeezing walls of her sex.

"Ooohhhh," Hayley moaned, her cunt pushing with greater force on all sides of his shaft. "Yes... fill me, darling... right to the cusp..."

Chad pushed her down to the counter instead of allowing her to continue sitting on it, awkwardly hoisting himself over her, scraping his back against the cupboards, but he didn't care, he had to have her, he had to have all of her, and he had to have her his way. He dropped his body heavily upon her, smashing her full breasts tightly underneath his broad chest. Reaching back, grabbing her ankles, pulling them brutally forward, her sandals grating against the bottom of the cupboards until they emerged into the open space above the sink. There, he was free to push them down against her shoulders, rolling her up in a tight little ball of submissiveness beneath him. His shoulders pushed against the backs of her athletic calves, keeping them in place as he fucked powerfully into her.

"Oh my!" Hayley cried, the sound coming incoherently from a straining throat. "Are you sure... in your condition..."

"We'll see who can't handle it! When I was your age, I could knock off a piece of ass like you ten times a day, and I haven't lost half a step!"

Reaching beneath them, Chad forced his hands beneath the full, white cheeks of her ass, kneading the flesh, pulling the halves together and further apart, finding this flesh as warm and soft as all the rest. He could feel how her ass tensed with his passage inside her, the muscles bobbing with the hungry sucking of her cunt upon his aching cock, the intense convulsions around his hardness. He felt it begin for her, her pleasure screamed up into his mouth as her body tossed under him, slipping and churning in a furious spasm, then dipping down to a rest upon the faucet she had just turned off, her hair flouncing around the tap's curves and hot and cold water handles. He rose from her a little ways, letting her legs relax down to the countertop.

Hayley said only "Alright, you've made your point and I suppose I needed that. Now—"

"My point?" Chad settled over her, barrel-chested, solidly muscled. "You may have come, but I certainly haven't, and that means we're not done."

Hayley blinked, grateful for the conversational respite, but also resenting that he'd stopped. Her cunt was not becoming sore, but crying out for the penetration inside it to continue. She was at war with herself, with what she'd done and what she would come to feel. "Doesn't it bother you to be screwing your son's wife?"

"Cut the crap. If I want conversation, I'll buy a parrot."

With that, he buried his face in the warmth of her neck, hearing her pulse race as his massive prick thrust into her cunt. She squirmed her sweaty ass in the palms of his groping hands, her toned thighs clenching and relaxing as she was taken and released, taken and released. Her breath came quicker, harder, her body insistently working her sex against his plunging motion even as Hayley was unsure of how to move, if she was able to.

"Conversation?" she asked. "Fuck me harder! How's that for conversation? Ram that big dick of yours up my cunt as hard as you can! I like it fast and hard, you motherfucker! I don't want a choice in whether to come or not!"

"Good," Chad growled. "You're not getting one.

He kept her pinned to the counter, his weight holding her down while his hips churned up and down between damp thighs, pounding his cock into her sopping wet cock with the most brutal of blows. Hayley crooned with slippery moans, her head falling back against the dishes she had been set to rinse, feeling a spoon sticking into her cheek.

With his hands under her squirming ass, Chad groped around until he found her asshole. He worked one finger in with ease. The next took some doing, but Hayley approved, grimacing and groaning her way through being doubly penetrated.

"Your cock's so damn big!" she moaned, her black hair tousling over her face as she wiggled and squirmed. "You need to finger me too when your cock's so big? It's filling my cunt all the way up!"

Chad kept hammering his prick into his daughter-in-law with the most wildly furious pumping she'd ever seen or felt, his cock seeming to plunge deeper with every attack of his hips. She could feel his fingers pushing up into her slick asshole, his knuckles stretching her sphincter to his liking.

"Faster, damn it!" Hayley gasped, slapping at her father-in-law's back like she could convince him to do anything except savor her surrendered body. "Fuck me faster! Use that cock the way it was meant to be used, my pussy's loving it!"

"Convince me!" Chad groaned. "Tighten up those pussy muscles. Suck me off with that sweet, tight little cunt. And for God's sake, keep pumping your ass like that!"

Working her slim hips back and forth, up and down, Hayley gave Chad a frantic wiggling motion that made her cunt grab lovingly at his jabbing prick. She could feel it sliding deep into her, the delicious friction against her clenching walls, forcing her to spew her dirtiest thoughts as if to make room.

"You fuck like a madman!" she panted. "I just love it! Uhhh! Uhhh! I just love that huge cock of yours in my snatch! I want to feel every bit of it inside me!"

"Oh, so you like my cock, huh?" Chad taunted.

"I love it!" Hayley purred. "Give it to me—that big, hard, beautiful cock of yours!

Fuck me, daddy! Fuck me now and fuck me good, the way I should be fucked every night!

"

Chad powered into her, fucking her so hard she was unable to meet his thrusts, but just had to lie beneath him and hope the counter wouldn't give way. He was giving her a fucking like few women ever received in their entire lives.

Raggedly, Hayley sucked in her breath, shuddering from the top of her tousled hair to the tips of her daintily painted toenails. She clung to him for dear life, loving every second of it as he pounded her burning ass against the counter and against his pile-driving fingers.

"Oh, daddy, daddy... yesssss!" she cried, wrapping long, lovely legs around his pistoning body. "Oh, you darling man... you wonderful bastard! Harder! Faster! You're the best!"

Her arms and legs could not move except to wrap tightly around the man. She could hardly hang on, thinking vaguely that she'd been fucked hard before, but never had anyone given it to her as fast and hard and rough as she was getting it now. His furiously pistoning cock fit her cunt so snugly that her juices made salacious, obscene noises as his cock pumped through them.

Her entire crotch had been covered with her flowing juices, her running pussy drenching her all the way to the crack of her ass. She kept throwing its wetness up to her father-in-law, taking his cock to her very depths, while the feel of his fingers in her tight ass spurred her on to even hotter passion. Chad pounded every inch of his throbbing cock into Hayley, reaming out her cunt without mercy, barreling up into her snatch with unrestrained lust.

It took her a moment to find her voice, and when she did, she squealed shrilly, throwing her arms around the hairy back of her horny stepfather. "Fuck my ass off!" she urged shakily. "Drive your cock into me—make me come—I can feel it getting closer! Oh, God, I can't believe how good your dick feels! God!

Yes! Yes! I'm going to explode!

"

She exploded three times, actually, each climax more gloriously insane than the last, before Chad crammed himself into her for the final time.

"I'm coming too," Chad mumbled to himself, speeding up his already furious rhythm. "I'm coming for your pussy, coming for your pussy—"

He could feel white hot cum surging inside his balls, demanding to be released. It was his son's wife! But he couldn't stop. He was going to spurt his boiling cum into his own daughter-in-law, fill her to the bursting point with the seed a girl like this should always have inside her. Even as he thought it, he felt it, her cunt clasping desperately around him, massaging his cock to a flooding destruction that could barely fit inside her. His breath became ragged and short, his cock jerked and throbbed and pitched, and then the pressure was gone, punctured by an elongated flowing, his cum spewing from his wildly jerking cockhead and warming her like liquid fire. His hands tightened on her ass as he shook uncontrollably, his fingers digging deep into Hayley's twitching asshole.