With his head against the pillow and his chin on his chest, John had to look through the gauze of his own graying chest hair to watch the woman who was between his legs, studiously licking the underside of his thick erection. She seemed to be focusing intently on what she was doing, and from this angle he could only see the top half of her face.
After a few moments, he reached down with his right hand and caressed her cheek. She looked up and made eye contact, her eyes twinkling. She raised her head just enough that he could see the corners of her mouth curl up in a lascivious smile. He smiled back at her.
"What?" she asked him, coyly. As she wrapped her soft left hand around his shaft and slowly slid his foreskin back up over his glans, then pulled it back again, her wedding ring sparkling in the morning sunlight.
He just shook his head. She arched her eyebrows at him, and then returned to her ministrations, flicking her tongue back and forth over his sensitive frenulum as she continued to make his foreskin glide back and forth over the broad, pinkish knob.
He loved the way she demonstrated her fascination with his uncircumcised manhood. And articulated it. At age 60, recently divorced after 38 years of marriage, John had never been with a woman who was so demonstrative and vocal about enjoying sex. During the divorce, the hope that he might have a sexual renaissance in his 60s had occurred to him, but seemed like a remote dream. What he never could have imagined was that it would happen with his own son's wife.
"What?" she had said. She was always challenging him to speak up, to use his words, to talk during sex. "What," in this case, had been a sudden overwhelming wave of affection and gratitude, causing him to reach out and stroke her face like a lover. And that gave him a pang of guilt.
But then she rose up onto her knees so her entire delicious body came briefly into view, before she bent down and engulfed his entire cock in her mouth. The warmth and wetness was overwhelming, and he let himself just revel in the sensation. The guilt was still there, but it was ... tolerable.
It was bad enough he had been fucking his son's wife for several weeks; although he had gotten used to that. The night she had seduced him all he had felt had been blind, self-destructive lust. Followed by overwhelming shame and guilt, which she had gradually assuaged by explaining to him that his son was a cuckold, who got sexual gratification from knowing his wife slept with other men. He didn't understand it at first, but as he learned more about it he began to get over the guilt.
He kept his hand on the side of her face as she worked her way up and down on him; his fingers entwined in her sandy hair, his thumb stroking her temple.
Affectionately. That was where the guilt came in. The sex ... well, he had come to terms with the idea that he was going to take all of that that he could get. But he was starting to think of this woman as his lover, and that still felt ... wrong. But inescapable.
He thought that if she kept this up, he might soon cum in her mouth, which he had not yet done, and he knew the right thing to do would be to give her a warning. But before he could speak, she came back up off of him, made eye contact, and gave him a smile. Her lips were pink and full, especially the bottom one. Then she returned her gaze to his cock, looking at it with fascination and appreciation as she continued to work his foreskin up and down over his knob.
"I just love your cock," she told him. Such a simple statement, but he didn't think he had ever heard it before. "So ... male."
"Hmm. I love ... that you feel that way." She certainly had a way of making him believe it.
"So masculine," she continued, alternating her words of praise with slow, worshipful licks. "So potent."
"Potent?" he blurted out. He hadn't meant to release that admission of his self-consciousness about his age.
But she took it in stride, turning it to his advantage. "Oh, yeah. You know, it really excites me to think about pleasing a cock that's been making babies since before I was born."
He closed his eyes and let the eroticism of that statement wash over him. Jesus, he thought, she had this incredible ability to turn his insecurity into arousal. He was beginning to get used to the idea that he might actually be attractive to a woman barely half his age. She seemed to enjoy reminding him of that. The more time they spent together, the more addicted he became to her, the more she also seemed to enjoy reminding him of the illicit nature of their encounters.
He was gradually beginning to believe that somehow, his smart, bookish oldest son did in fact get some kind of perverse pleasure from knowing that his wife was enjoying other men. And his daughter-in-law was definitely enjoying it, he had no doubt about that. But she seemed intent on drawing him into not just accepting the sex but focusing on the taboo nature of these liaisons. And, it seemed to be starting to work.
That was where the weirdness came in. But, God damn, he thought; if that was the price he had to pay to be having the hottest sex of his life with a beautiful woman barely half his age, he was going to roll with it.
She rose up again. "I want you inside me," she intoned, assertively. Agreeable, he started to get up on his elbows to change positions and mount her, but she placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back down. Okay. But then she stepped with both knees over his right thigh, so she was no longer between his legs at all. She gave him one more lascivious smile, and then turned around and swung her left leg over him, so she was facing away from him. She rose up on her knees so she could grab his cock again, and work it into position beneath her.
"Huh," he observed, with a hitch in his voice.
"Reverse cowgirl," she affirmed. "You like this position?"
"I ... I've never tried it," he admitted. He was reluctant to admit how shallow his sexual experience was, but he was learning that she enjoyed finding out just how vanilla his marital bed had been, as if corrupting him was part of the thrill.
"Well, I hope you enjoy it," she said.
He certainly enjoyed the view, he thought, as he admired her round ass, with the creases where the bottoms of her cheeks met the backs of her thighs still well defined as she remained upright, positioning herself. He couldn't see her face. He couldn't see her delicious breasts. There was an anonymity to this view that felt suddenly even more illicit.
Then she got the head of his cock where she wanted it, and began to sink down on him, slowly and luxuriously, and he relished the sweet tight grip on his shaft as he entered his son's wife again. She let out a low, exaggerated moan as she settled down firmly on his lap. "God, I love the way you fill me up."
He loved it too. He focused on the view. Spectacular. Sitting upright, his daughter-in-law had two amazing dimples in the small of her back. He had noticed them before, but they had never before so obviously called out to him to place his thumbs in them. He did so, circling his fingers around over her hipbones so he could control her movements, but he simply let her continue to rise and fall at her own pace.
And then he focused on the incredible sight of her pussy stretched around his shaft and she moved up and down ... her inner labia, moist and rose-colored, clinging to him on the upstroke, then disappearing back inside her as she lowered herself back down onto his patch of increasingly-moist pubic hair. And focused on the peachy smoothness of her outer labia, recently shaved for her -- and his -- pleasure.
He had never been with a woman who shaved her pussy before. It wasn't common before he was married. Michelle kept a neatly trimmed triangle above her slit, but from there down she was bare, and oh, so sensitive. Or, at least, she seemed to relish the feel of his lips and his moustache on her more than his wife or any other woman ever had.
"You like that?" she had asked, two weeks ago as he went down on her during their second time together. He had responded with a desperate, affirmative moan.
"It drove Ryan wild preparing me that way, knowing where I was going this week," she had continued. It had been the first time she had so blatantly reminded him that his son knew about them, and he had simultaneously become a bit nauseous, but also almost spurted onto the sheets. Now, as she continued to ride him, as he continued to admire her adorable backside, remembering that this was his son's wife was serving only to arouse him further.
Suddenly she reached down between her legs and he felt her hand close around his testicles, squeezing them softly, manipulating them around inside his scrotum.
"Another reason I like this position," she said. And quickly, he felt, indeed, *potent.*
