Wicked Whispers Pt 02

The Tennessee night settled heavy over Tom's old farmhouse, the air thick with heat even after the sun dipped below the horizon. Lily curled up beside Jake on the creaky old bed in the guest room, faint moonlight slipping through the blinds, casting silvery streaks across her stunning face--all sharp cheekbones and full lips--though her hazel eyes flickered with a nervous edge she couldn't shake. She pressed herself tight against his chest, bare legs tangled with his under the thin sheet, her trembling hand clutching his wrist like it was her anchor. That damn thong was still on her mind--wet, musky with cum, a dirty little secret she hadn't figured out how to bury.

"Babe..." she started, voice low and shaky, barely above a whisper, "I've got somethin' to tell you, but... fuck, I don't even know how to spit it out."

Jake propped himself up on an elbow, sleepy eyes sharpening at the rare catch in her tone--his wild, confident Lily didn't get rattled easy.

"What's up, sweetheart?" he asked. "Lay it on me, I'm all ears." His rough hand slid up her arm, reassuring, but she could feel his heat through the thin nightie, stirring that ache she couldn't ignore.

Lily bit her lip, cheeks flushing hot under the dim glow, her mind a tangled fuckin' mess. She took a deep, ragged breath, words tumbling out soft and hesitant.

"Today... I found my panties wet in the bathroom, smelled like... well, cum, I reckon," she said. "Tommy was out raisin' hell with his buddies, and you don't jerk off like some horny kid--we fuck whenever we want. It was just Tom here all day."

Jake's eyes popped wide, a jolt ripping through him like he'd been hit with a live wire.

"For real?" he said. "You... you sure about that shit?" His voice cracked, half disbelief, half something he couldn't name yet, fingers tightening on her arm.

Lily ducked her head, curling tighter into the blanket, her voice quivering like she might break.

"I ain't dead sure... but I smelled it, Jake, and they were soaked in a way that ain't normal," she said. "I'm so fuckin' embarrassed, babe... I think Tom jacked off with 'em. I'm not mad, I swear, but it's freaky as hell, and I'm... I'm kinda freaked out." She peeked up at him, eyes glistening with unshed tears, vulnerability spilling out. "What... what do you think, huh? I'm all messed up over this..."

Jake went quiet, his head spinning--a wild storm of shock, confusion, and something hotter crashing through him: Dad jacked off with Lily's panties? Why the fuck ain't I pissed... why's this hittin' me like a damn freight train? He saw her looking so lost, those big eyes pleading for him to fix it, and his heart melted faster than butter on a skillet. He pulled her close, crushing her against his chest, voice dropping low and steady.

"Hey, don't stress, darlin'," he said. "I get you're all twisted up, but don't be sad--lemme break it down for you, alright?" His hand slid down her back, resting just above that perfect ass, grounding her as he spoke.

He took a slow, deep breath, easing into it like he was unraveling a knot.

"Dad's had it rougher than a gravel road, you know that," he said. "Mom passed when I was knee-high, left him raisin' me, Tommy, and little Jenny all by his damn self. He never fucked around, never went sniffin' after another woman--spent damn near forty years bustin' his ass just for us. When he got hard up, he'd sneak off and rub one out alone in his room, never stepped outta line once. He's a straight shooter, babe, you've seen it with your own eyes. Now here you come--young, drop-dead gorgeous, sexy as sin--and I bet he just couldn't keep it together. Ain't been near a woman in forever, poor bastard's been starvin' for it."

Lily listened, her teary eyes softening, that storm inside her calming as his words sank in.

"I get it... I ain't mad at him, but I'm still so damn ashamed," she murmured, barely audible. "Maybe I'll cover up more tomorrow, keep him from gettin' all riled up."

Jake shook his head quick, cutting her off with a grin.

"Nah, don't you dare, babe," he said. "Keep rockin' what you want--it's hot as balls out here, and you lookin' this good's a fuckin' gift. Dad's been pent up too damn long; seein' you strut around might let off some steam, save him from somethin' worse. What if he's so damn desperate he goes off the rails, hurts somebody, or bottles it up 'til he's sick as a dog? I'm grateful for you, Lily--you're so fuckin' beautiful and sweet, helpin' him out without even tryin'." He hugged her tight, voice thick with heat. "I love you so damn much, you know that, right?"

Lily blinked up at him, stunned, a shaky smile breaking through.

"You're really not mad?" she asked. "I thought you'd lose your shit..."

Jake chuckled, brushing her hair back, his thumb grazing her cheek.

"Hell no, I love you, and I feel for Dad," he said. "Ain't no big deal, sweetheart."

He tugged her closer, hand slipping under that flimsy nightie, tracing the smooth curve of her bare back, voice dropping to a husky growl that sent shivers down her spine.

"You're too damn sexy... I need you right now, babe," he said.

Lily let out a soft, needy moan as his rough fingers slid down to her tits, squeezing those full, heavy mounds through the thin fabric, her nipples stiffening instantly under his touch.

"Oh... Jake..." she breathed, melting into him, her pussy already tingling from the day's tension.

He kissed her neck, slow and teasing, lips hot against her skin, sucking gently as his hands roamed lower, tugging the nightie up to bare her hips.

"You're so fuckin' hot, Lily... feel how hard you make me," he rasped, pressing his rock-hard cock against her thigh, the thick bulge straining through his boxers.

She arched into him, moaning louder as his fingers slipped between her legs, brushing her soaked slit through the lace thong--still damp from her own heat, not just Tom's dirty secret.

"Fuck, babe... you're drippin' for me already," he growled, peeling the panties aside, two thick fingers sliding into her tight, wet pussy, pumping slow and deep.

Lily gasped, hips rocking against his hand, her voice a sultry whimper.

"Yeah... so good... easy, hon..." she said.

He fucked her with his fingers, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot, her juices coating his knuckles as she clawed at his chest, moaning.

"Jake... oh shit, don't stop..." she cried.

He grinned, voice rough with lust.

"You like that, huh?" he said. "Bet you're thinkin' about somethin' naughty..." He didn't know how close he was to the truth, her mind flashing to Tom's stare, that primal scent on her thong, a dirty thrill she couldn't shake.

"Inside me... now," she begged, yanking at his boxers, freeing that throbbing cock--long, thick, and leaking at the tip, ready to claim her.

Jake didn't waste a breath, shoving her thighs apart, lining himself up and easing into her slow, inch by fuckin' inch, groaning.

"Jesus... you're so tight, babe... feel so good..." he said.

Her pussy clenched around him, wet and hot, sucking him in as he thrust gentle but deep, every move drawing a moan from her lips.

"Oh... fuck... Jake... so good..." she moaned.

He fucked her slow, savoring every slick slide, but she couldn't believe how goddamn stiff he stayed, how he lasted longer than usual--Why's he so fuckin' hard tonight? Must be tired, stretchin' it out... Jake felt it too, his cock pulsing almost painfully, thinking: Why'm I this turned on? Dad's shit's fuckin' with me... but it's just a little spice, right? Ain't hurtin' nobody.

He gripped her hips, picking up the pace, pounding into her with a steady rhythm, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room as her tits bounced free, nipples begging for his mouth.

"You're mine, Lily... fuck, I love you," he grunted, sucking a hard nipple between his lips, tongue flicking over it as she screamed.

"Yes... harder... I'm gonna..." she cried.

Her pussy clamped down, spasming around him as she came, juices soaking his cock, his balls, the sheets beneath them. Jake roared, unloading a hot flood of cum deep inside her, filling her up 'til it spilled out around him, both of them panting as they collapsed, tangled up and breathless.

She nestled into his chest, still buzzing, whispering.

"Love you too... damn, that was good..." she said.

He smirked, stroking her hair, both drifting off, neither digging too deep into the wildfire sparking between them--a fire that'd only burn hotter with every secret they couldn't bury.

Outside the thin, warped walls of the guest room, Tom stood frozen in the hallway, his bare feet rooted to the creaky floorboards, breath caught in his throat. He'd stumbled out of his room for a glass of water, the old house groaning with every step, its shitty insulation letting every sound bleed through like it was paper. Lily's moans hit him first--soft, needy, then loud and desperate--followed by Jake's rough grunts, the wet smack of their fucking echoing through the night. Jesus fuckin' Christ... they're goin' at it right there, he thought, cock swelling hard and fast in his loose pajama pants, thicker than it'd been in years.

He pressed a hand against the wall, ear straining, catching every filthy word.

"Fuck, babe... you're drippin'..." Jake growled.

"Harder... I'm gonna..." she screamed in reply.

His mind flashed to her in the field--legs spread, pussy glistening, taking it like a goddamn queen--and now this, her voice dripping sex just feet away. He should've walked off, but his feet wouldn't budge, that old dick of his throbbing like a beast unleashed, leaking through the fabric as he pictured her under Jake, tits bouncing, pussy swallowing cock like she was made for it. She's a fuckin' siren... screamin' like that, so damn close... he thought, shame burning his chest, but lust drowned it out, hand slipping down to grip himself, stroking slow through the pants.

Her final cry--"I'm gonna..."--sent a jolt through him, his balls tightening, cum spilling hot and sticky into his fist as he bit his lip to keep quiet, panting like a dog in heat. I'm a sick bastard... she's my son's wife, he cursed, stumbling back to his room, slamming the door shut.

He dropped onto his bed, hand diving into his boxers, jerking off fast and dirty to the echo of her moans, cum spilling over his knuckles again as he cursed himself.

"I'm fucked... she's too damn hot to resist," he muttered.

The Tennessee morning broke slow and brutal, the sun clawing its way up over the horizon, painting Tom's old farmhouse in a haze of gold and unrelenting heat. Lily stirred awake on the creaky guest bed, the sweat-damp sheets clinging to her curves, Jake's heavy arm slung across her waist, his snores a low rumble against her neck. Her body still buzzed from last night--that slow, deep fucking that'd left her pussy sore and dripping, his cum drying sticky between her thighs. But her mind wasn't on Jake, not fully--it kept slipping back to that damn thong, soaked with Tom's musky scent, a dirty little secret that wouldn't leave her alone. She slid out from under Jake's grip, nightie sticking to her skin, and tiptoed to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face to drown the unease. Get your shit together, Lily... it's just a fucked-up fluke, she muttered, but her pussy tingled faintly, a traitor she couldn't hush.

Downstairs, the kitchen was a furnace by the time she fired up the stove, bacon sizzling in the pan, eggs popping with grease as the heat climbed higher. Jake stumbled in, shirtless and bleary-eyed, scratching his broad chest with a yawn.

"Mornin', babe... smells like fuckin' heaven," he drawled, wrapping an arm around her from behind, morning wood pressing firm against her ass through his boxers.

She giggled, swatting him with the spatula, a playful sting.

"Down, boy... save it for later," she said. "You and Tommy got that truck to fix, right?"

He groaned, planting a sloppy kiss on her neck, stubble scraping her skin.

"Yeah, damn alternator's toast," he said. "We're headin' out soon--you good holdin' down the fort with Dad?"

Lily nodded, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Sure, hon... I'll keep busy," she said. Her stomach twisted, knowing Tom was out there somewhere, that rough stare from yesterday still etched in her brain.

Tommy bounded in, all lanky teenage energy, snagging a strip of bacon off the plate with a grin.

"C'mon, Jake, let's roll--I wanna drive this time!" he said.

Jake smirked, ruffling his brother's hair.

"Alright, hotshot, but don't fuck up my truck," he said.

They wolfed down breakfast and headed out, the screen door slapping shut behind them, the growl of the pickup fading down the gravel road. Lily stood at the sink, rinsing greasy plates, the house falling into an eerie hush. She was alone with Tom now--just her, him, and that simmering heat she couldn't name.

She grabbed a rag, figuring chores would keep her hands off her thoughts, and started wiping down the living room--the scratched-up oak coffee table, the dusty shelves, anything to burn off the jitters. The heat pressed in like a heavy hand, sweat beading on her neck, trickling slow and teasing down her cleavage, soaking her thin tank top 'til it clung tight, those big tits swaying free underneath, nipples poking hard against the damp cotton. She swapped the sundress for denim cutoffs that hugged her ass like a second skin, frayed edges riding high to flash the bottom curve of her cheeks as she bent over the table, oblivious to the fire she was stoking.

Tom shuffled in from the porch, boots scuffing the warped floorboards, his silver hair damp with sweat, pretending to grab a beer from the fridge. But his eyes locked on her through the doorway--that tight ass swaying slow, those creamy thighs begging to be parted--and his cock swelled thick in his jeans, a beast waking up he couldn't put back to sleep.

He stood there, frozen for a beat, watching her stretch to dust a high shelf, tank top riding up to bare her flat belly, tits jiggling with every move, a sight that punched the air outta his lungs. Fuckin' hell... she's too damn sexy... I can't take this, he thought, throat dry as sandpaper, that grizzled dick throbbing painfully, straining against his zipper like it had a mind of its own. Shame clawed at him--she was Jake's wife, his daughter-in-law, for Christ's sake--but lust roared louder, those field moans and last night's cries echoing in his skull.

He turned quick, muttering some bullshit about needing water, and bolted for the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. Cold water splashed over his face, dripping down his grizzled jaw as he gripped the sink, staring at his reflection.

"Get a grip, Tom... you're a sick fuck for even thinkin' it," he muttered.

But his cock didn't care about conscience, still hard as steel, begging for relief. Then he saw it--her clothes from the morning, tossed in a heap by the tub, that lacy white thong perched right on top, still damp from her shower, the scent of her pussy wafting up like a goddamn drug.

His breath hitched, hands trembling as he snatched it up, lifting it to his nose--that sweet, musky hit of her skin slammed into him, sweat and arousal so fresh it made his knees weak. She's pure fuckin' sin... I'm goin' to hell, he thought, unzipping his jeans with shaky fingers, that thick, veiny cock springing free, bigger than he remembered it ever being, already leaking at the tip.

He wrapped the thong around it, lace teasing his shaft, and stroked slow, groaning low.

"Lily... fuckin' hell, your pussy..." he rasped. He pictured her bent over that table, legs spread, moaning for him instead of Jake, that tight ass bouncing as he fucked her raw.

His strokes sped up, hips bucking into his fist, the thong soaking up pre-cum as he panted, lost in the filth of it. The bathroom door creaked open--Lily stepping in, barefoot and quiet, aiming to grab the laundry pile she'd left behind. She froze, eyes wide, catching him mid-stroke, that massive cock in his hand, thong wrapped tight around it, cum dripping from the tip.

"Tom!" she gasped, voice a strangled yelp, her gaze locked on that beast--bigger than Jake's, thicker, a monster she couldn't unsee.

Heat flooded her face, pussy clenching hard as shame and shock hit her like a freight train. Tom jolted, hand stalling, eyes wild with panic.

"Lily... shit, I--" he stammered.

But she didn't wait, bolting out, towel clutched tight, heart slamming against her ribs: What the fuck... that thing's huge... oh God, why'm I wet?