It was a Christmas for the record books. Twenty-four inches of snow, travel down to a crawl, and flights down to a minimum because of terrorism fears. This was the first year I'd been away from my large extended family. This year, it was just dinner at the house with my husband and his father, who lived in town. It was nice, though. Controllable. And my house was cozy, well-decorated, and warm. A fine dinner, a bottle (or three) of fine wine, a twinkling tree, and a blazing fire had all worked together to make a textbook Christmas night. The phone call from James's office barely made an impression on my good will toward men. I needed more sugar for the coffee drinks, and that was all I thought about. My husband's quick kiss and squeeze were gratefully accepted, but just as quickly forgotten in my holiday rush.
I stood on the step stool and reached high over my head to retrieve the box of emergency sugar from the top shelf of the pantry. My fingers barely brushed the edge of my target, pushing it just out of my grasp. With an irritated grump, I leaned against the shelving, pressing to get a grip on the box. My grunt turned immediately to a gasp as an unseen finger with no warning or preamble slid into my pussy.
"James!" I hissed, unable to hide my pleasure at my importunate husband's characteristic mauling of my private parts. I loved that about him - he was always hungry for me, as I was for him. One reason I'd dressed provocatively for this cozy family dinner in short skirt and no panties. But wait! James had just left for an emergency network failure of a major client...
"Partially right," came a hoarse response which made my cunt clench around the invading digit. "James the elder, my dearest daughter-in-law." A deep, gravelly chuckle accompanied a deeper thrust of the finger in my pussy. I froze - my treacherous sex responding completely inappropriately to my father-in-law's advances. I felt a gush of warmth around his hand as his thumb found my clit. "Oh, my delicious cunt... I've had my eye on that bare pussy all night. You think my rutting stag of a son is the only one who responds to your teasing? Well, I've got a little Christmas surprise for you, my lovely."
I looked over my shoulder to lock eyes with the elder James - his great white head looming just below me. His bright blue eyes danced and his white teeth gleamed as he gauged my response. Would I tell? Would I scream? But who would hear, I thought? We're alone in this big old house, James the younger gone for hours. I tried hard to ignore for a moment the pleasure pulsing in my sex and take stock of my situation. Not that this arrangement hadn't occurred to me... and not infrequently. My husband was the spitting image of his father - both handsome, both exuded a sexual energy that natural sluts like me found irresistible. I had few hints, however, that my dear father-in-law felt the same attraction toward me. Hmm... What to do?
My internal dialogue was cut short as his deft manipulation of my soft, sensitive parts caused a wave of tingling pleasure to wash over me, turning my knees to water. I groaned as my legs bent, driving his hard, thick finger deeper into me. My left arm fell across his shoulder - my right hand still bracing against the shelf edge. I closed my eyes, desperately trying to organize my thoughts, the feel of his hand on me making that task nearly impossible.
"Oh, my girl... look here" he twinkled up at me as his gaze then flicked to my breast which my position had placed bare inches from his mouth. My half-turn toward him had made my jacket gape open, revealing the black lace bra which cradled my flesh, pushing my hardening nipples nearly through the fabric. I followed his gaze and realized that even I wouldn't be able to resist the round swell of white smooth flesh presented for his pleasure. My back arched, seemingly of its own accord, and that nipple pressed against his eager mouth. His white teeth grasped the edge of the black lace and tugged gently, the dark engorged point escaping neatly against his waiting lips. His finely chiseled lips closed firmly around the aureole and he sucked my flesh hungrily into his hot mouth. His left hand came up to gather my breast to his face, while his right hand quickened its pace, thrusting deep into my now burning pussy. I turned into him, snaking my arms around his neck, holding onto his fine head to keep myself upright and pressing him hard into my chest.
"Oh, my god, Dad..." my breath was coming in gasps now as my body's needs completely drove all thoughts of the inappropriateness, not to say immorality, of the situation far from my conscious brain.
"Yes, my little girl?" he mumbled against my hot flesh. His right hand slid out of my pussy, leaving me aching for more. He leaned away from me, his eyes never leaving my face. He brought his fingers up - covered as they were in my juices - and inspected them closely, sampling a taste of the glistening moisture and apparently liking the result. "Just as I thought, my sweet daughter" he rumbled "... like honey." He stood taking me in for a moment - my feet placed as wide as possible on the top step of the stool. His eyes started at my high heels and coursed up my stockinged legs. His hand reached out to follow his gaze, his fingers sliding softly over the nylon and up under the short hem of my black skirt. He found the lace top of my stockings and dwelt for a moment on the area where the bare skin of my legs emerged from their encasement.
"Oh, Karey, you are a sweet little thing. My son is one lucky son of a bitch. And I use that term accurately. If his mother had had one ounce of your heat, we'd still be married, I guarantee." He grinned as he lifted the hem of my skirt to expose the naked flesh of my pubic triangle. He pushed the tight skirt higher, fully up around my waist, leaving me effectively nude between stockings and jacket. "And no panties. And no hair." He stroked my soft flesh, and my eyes closed, focussing on his touch and warm tone. The warm tone was quickly accompanied by equally warm breath against the puffy smooth flesh of my pubic mound. "I have to taste this. I've thought about this since the first time that boy of mine brought you home to meet me. And that's too long to wait for a meal like you." He closed in on my pussy and I could smell my own arousal as his tongue snaked out to dip into my honey. His strong hands around my waist and my hands on his head were the only things keeping me from falling to the floor.
As if he'd done this a hundred times before, James the elder neatly lifted me from my precarious perch, turned and set me down on my bare ass on top of the deep freeze to my right. Handy place for a deep freeze, I thought. I leaned back against the wall and gave over to the heat the white-haired satyr engendered in me. I hooked my high heels on the edge of the freezer, spreading my aching pussy wide for him. I gave him a smoldering look through narrowed eyes, encouraging him to do what he pleased with his willing Christmas package. He required no further permission and with a grin and deep rumbling "Mmmmm" dove right into the task at hand -- or rather, at tongue. My husband was a fabulous lover, but he could take some serious lessons from his old man on eating pussy. Tongue, lips, fingers, all brought me quickly to the edge of reason. His strong, big hands guided my hips to the very edge of the appliance. My eyes opened only briefly when his mouth left my cunt. I could feel wetness dripping down my ass and was maddeningly close to orgasm as I curled up from my position on my elbows to see where my ticket to sexual release had gone.
