Kate managed to steel herself all the next day, that night, and the morning of yet another day. She had married an older man, not for love and certainly not for sexual desire, but for financial security. It was a good arrangement, very good. He barely even wanted sex so much as the prestige of having Kate Upton as his wife. After all, he could do the same thing with a two hundred dollar hooker as he did with her, and Kate was certain that a man with his pocketbook could find women that were every bit her equal, even in her chest.
But then there was her son-in-law. Chad was a sexual dynamo, and not afraid to show it with his wife, her daughter-in-law. By the afternoon of the second day of them all being under the same roof, she was ready to climb the walls. Hearing the sexual athletics of Emma and Chad in the adjoining bedroom two or three times a day didn't help. Kate found herself staring at Chad's crotch as he moved around the house. She envisioned his cock popping out of his jeans and into her mouth.
After lunch Emma and Chad started getting itchy and making their knowing glances at each other. When they casually left the room, Kate couldn't stand it.
Kate got up and went to the door that separated their room from her own, pressing her ear against it. They'd lowered their voices, and it would be a while yet before their passion grew loud enough for them to be screaming and moaning their orgasms. But Kate could just hear their hushed voices going back and forth.
"You said 'it' again." Chad sounded richly amused. "I don't know what you mean."
"Your prick in my twat, that's what I mean!" Emma replied, her coy English accent strained almost to a drawl. "And I love it when you move around inside me like that. My pussy gets all tensed up and begins to feel ripply, you know?"
"Goddamn, how could I not know!" he exclaimed. "You're clamping down on my cock like you're already getting off."
"Mmmmm," came the soft sigh.
Kate couldn't help herself. She turned the doorknob, as slowly as possible, and opened the door, as little as possible. Of course, it wasn't as if her 'stepchildren' were fucking against the wall right beside the door. But, if she opened the door just a little further... there! She could see the bureau mirror in the room. In its reflection, she could see everything the two did.
Chad's hips were making tiny jutting motions. As if dying to drive his already sheathed cock even deeper into her belly, he kept moving. Kate began to wonder: What did that feel like? Was it like stuffing a vibrator up her cunt? Would it be better because it was fleshy, warm,
alive
? Or was it more important that there was a living,
wanting
will attached to the member, driving in, motivated entirely by lust for his willing victim?
The white forms on the bed continued their minute movements. Kate was becoming impatient. Why didn't they really fuck each other? She knew it had to take more than that to make Emma's cool British exterior turn into that of a ravenous, decadent slut.
The couple rolled over on their sides, backs to the mirror. A little repositioning and they were again locked together, spoon-fashion. All Kate could see was her son-in-law's muscular ass slowly moving back and forth in a dreamy motion.
But in the mirror, there she could see it all.
His cock came between the twin pillars of Emma's legs and vanished up her sex. The sandy hair of her pussy was almost invisible in the dim light, but the fat red cock wasn't. And the grinning lips it was being thrust between were more than obvious. They were obscenely spread in wanton invitation.
When Emma lifted one milky white leg over her husband's, this opened her snatch up even more fully to his exploration. His hip movements stayed the same but he was going deeper and deeper up her with each thrust.
Kate could see it all. There, reflected in the mirror, was the sight she longed to have happen to her. A man's cock entering from behind. It would spread wide her soft asscheeks. She could feel the throbbing length of prick push wide her rear and then slide along her sex.
Juices would leak out and ooze onto the length of his cock. And then, properly greased, it would go deep inside her.
A shiver raced up her spine and she moaned aloud. She bit her lower lip when she realized the couple inside might hear her. They didn't. They were too busy fucking each other.
Fucking each other, Chad using slow, easy strokes to get into her quim. Every time Emma lifted her leg a little higher, it was reflected in the minor so the woman outside could see.
Pink pussy lips were pushed to the limit to take the thick staff going up that leaking cunt. The way it would spilt her, make her feel like a woman, send electric tremors all through her being, delighted Kate.
Her hand rubbed over her snatch. Lifting her skirt, she felt her already damp panties. Fingers slid under the rim of one leg band and found their way into an already overflowing cunt.
As she watched the slow-motion fucking in front of her, she imagined herself in the bed, the cock going in and out of her place. Her cunt begged for it. She felt so hollow inside. Empty, wanting, she had to have that prick slipping in and out, fucking her, making her warm to the rhythmic screwing that would turn her on the most.
There was no need to rush it. They had all night. She could feel the cock driving hard up inside her, dancing around with a lusty cadence. It was desire, desire for her that caused it to jerk and buck like that in her hot scabbard.
Lifting her leg tightened her cunt. It clenched around the cock entering her from between her asscheeks. The warmth, the closeness, all added to her joy.
And the fingers on her nipples! They weren't gentle. Unlike the cock fucking her, the hands were rough, harsh. They mashed down her tits, ground them into her chest.
And she loved it!
She had to have more!
Kate moaned aloud when she realized that there was a limit to the noise she could make. Guiltily looking inside, the couple was still at it. The hairy hand clamped over the woman's tit was just as she imagined it would be. Heavy, punishing fingers gripping the marble-hard nipple and tweaking.
She slowly lost herself to the fantasy it was her in the bed, her son-in-law's cock in her cunt, his fingers diddling with her nipples. The way her tits felt, confined in their bra cups, she was sure they would explode like balloons overinflated. Excited blood pounded into them.
That same blood almost deafened her. The sound of the surf was in her temples. She almost missed the words drifting out from inside the room.
"I... I'm hot enough, love! Fuck me harder! Really fuck me!"
"I know you're hot. I can feel how hot you are... all around my cock!" came the answer.
But that set off a chain reaction in the room. His hands worked with greater force on her knockers. Crushing, molding, rotating the firm flesh, he mauled her chest.
Arrows of delight stabbed into her. And when the speed of his fucking picked up, she was hard pressed to keep her fingers driving up into her cunt to keep up. Kate was reliving every movement going on inside the bedroom.
How she longed for a cock in her needy cunt! The hours she'd driven herself mad with grief wanting to get laid.
This was the answer. She didn't have to cope with the animal-men who wanted nothing from her but a tight pussy, not even with her husband and his lackadaisical interest in her as a sexual being with her own wants and needs. She could see how it should be, vicariously experience the ultimate human pleasure.
Faster and faster the cock seared into the cunt. She sighed, bucked her hips back to catch every thrust now. It was vanishing balls-deep up her cunt. The wet patch on the sheets spread, as sweat and arousal dribbled down. The two were bucking and thrashing around like they were possessed. They longed for each other's flesh. His cock surged all the way up her cunt. And his prick was massaged and stroked the entire distance by tight, clinging inner walls.
They both climaxed at the same instant.
"AIIEEEE!" echoed through the stillness of the night.
All the while they were frantically fucking, Kate was masturbating. Her fingers were creamy from her juices but she got off, too. She found her clit and began diddling it.
The lightning bolt of orgasm ripping through her body robbed her of all strength. Her legs collapsed under her. She weakly rested, back against the wall of the house, panting, body drenched in sweat, for long minutes.
Her euphoria turned to instant, cold-knot-in-the-stomach fear when she heard a man's voice say, "I dunno, babe. Thought I heard something."
There was a muffled response Kate couldn't hear, ears plugged with her pounding heartbeat.
"What? The hell you say. You couldn't do that!" Then: "Goddamn, you can do it! And damned if I'm not going to fuck you like that, too!"
Footsteps stomped back to bed.
But Kate limply sat outside the door for almost five minutes. It took that long for her to realize how close she'd come to getting caught spying on her son-in-law and his wife.
She forced her thoughts to the boys at the beach, who at least she wasn't related to. The other day she had been sunning herself and caught them gawking at her, her enormous tits, her unbearably exposed skin, and the slow and sensual way she had applied her tanning lotion. That was the kind of ego boost she wanted once more.
She put on a bikini and left the house. She was practically running by the time she got to the dune where she had discovered them previously.
They were nowhere in sight.
Kate was crestfallen and, worse, she was frustrated. Just when she had gotten up the courage to go through with it, she had nothing to go through with.
She walked back to the house with an even bigger ache in her loins. When she entered the living room, Chad was at the bar fixing a drink. He was dressed only in his shorts. The bulge was prominent. It was all Kate could do to keep her eyes above his waist.
He watched her came in and slump down on the sofa. "You look like I feel," he said.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Lousy," he replied. "Emma and I had a fight."
"Before or after?" Kate said. He looked at her, startled, and smiled. She immediately wished that she hadn't said it.
"Before," he laughed, and walked over to her. He stood directly in front of her, his bulging crotch just inches from her face.
"Jesus... Chad," she said. Before, he'd said. Was he lying or could it be they were going to do that all over again? Surely, they'd been winding down when she'd left. Surely...
"Hey, what's the matter?"
