The Son-in-Law Affair

This is part two of my affair with my son-in-law, Dan.

It had been a full 24 hours since Dan and I first made love. Scratch that, since we first fucked. I've never called it that, but that is definitely what happened. My son-in-law, Dan, fucked me, Sarah, his mother-in-law and elder of over 20 years, better than I'd ever been fucked before.

At this point my pussy was still sore. This was an unfamiliar feeling, but every time I got up, took a step, or inadvertently did a kegel maneuver I could feel the strain that my lady parts had been put under. It was a delicious feeling. While it was slightly painful it was also an amazing reminder of the absolutely breathtaking sex we shared.

Another stark reminder was the constant stream of cum that leaked from my pussy for at least 12 hours after we had finished. Apparently, when Dan came he did it in copious amounts. Every now and then when I least expected it a gush of thick creamy cum would drip out and soak my panties. I bet I changed them half a dozen times that evening. Usually, that type of discharge would disgust me, but I loved this. I was halfway tempted to take my panties off and lick his cum out of them, but I held off. I figured if I was destined for that type of kink then Dan would be the one to introduce me to it. That started my mind down a rabbit hole of things I'd heard about throughout my 60 years on the Earth, but had never dreamed of indulging in with my vanilla and underwhelming husband.

At first I thought about Dan stripping my panties off of me several hours after he came inside of me and forcing me to eat his cum out of them. I thought how this should absolutely revolt me, but I realized I was his. I would do whatever he asked or told me to do. I thought about what he'd said while he was pounding me the day before, that he would have one of my other holes and that he knew that would be tighter than my 60 year old vagina. As a proper catholic woman I would never have allowed it, but alas, my ass belonged to Dan. If he wanted it then I would give it to him. Without a doubt it would hurt, but I would do my best to accommodate him and make sure he was being pleasured. My thoughts went on and on...

It was evening now, the day after our tryst and my phone buzzed on the kitchen counter. My husband, recently returned from his brief trip to our cabin, glanced down at it while he was making dinner and said, "Honey, Dan sent you a text."

"Oh, I wonder what he needs?" I said as I quickly scooped up my phone and opened the message. We began to text back and forth for the next hour or so:

D: "Hi Sarah! I hope you guys are having a good evening. What is the name of the accountant that you use?

S: "Hi Dan! Our accountant's name is Ken Freemont. Would you like his number?"

D: "No, not at all. I just wanted to make sure that only your eyes were on your phone."

S: "Yes, just mine. Why?"

D: "How are you doing?"

S: "Physically or mentally?"

D: "Both I suppose."

S: "Physically, to be honest. I'm sore" Mentally, I'm exhilarated, excited and terrified."

D: "That's a lot to unpack right there. Sore, huh?"

S: "Yes, very."

D: "Sorry"

S: "Don't be. I love it. It is a "good" sore. It is a constant reminder of what happened"

D: "So where do we go from here?"

S: "I'm not sure. I know we shouldn't do that again, but I don't think I can help myself."

D: "I was hoping you'd say that. I can't stop thinking about how amazing that was. I want more. I apologize for not using lube, but I'll remember for any future encounters."

S: "Don't apologize. I told you I like it. But yes, perhaps lube will help with many things."

D: "When can we be alone again?"

S: "I have a writing seminar in Seattle at the end of the week. I was going to stay at the Fairmont by myself on Friday. Perhaps you could join me?"

D: "I'll see what I can rearrange, but yes, that sounds amazing. I'm getting hard just thinking about it."

S: "Stop! Don't get me going again! At least not if you aren't here to help me. How do I delete these messages?"

D: "I'll show you on Friday, until then, keep your phone close."

S: "Ok. I will."

And just like that he had me getting a bit wet again. How does this man do this to me, I thought. Since it was only Tuesday I had several days ahead of me to fantasize and prepare for an entire night with my son-in-law at one of my favorite hotels.

I created a calendar of tasks and appointments that I would need to get ready. My first thought was that I should get a full wax, but after thinking through it I scratched that idea. Dan was pursuing me, a mature older woman. That meant something, He obviously liked what I had to offer as an older woman. So instead of trying to shave and make my intimate areas look like that of a 20 year old, an impossible task to begin with, I was going to give him my pussy in a more mature state. I'd keep it neatly landscaped, but I wanted him to experience my hair. I wanted his tongue and face to have to deal with my "bush" as it is called. I did however, set an appointment for a more limited wax. I wanted my anus to be as clean and sexy as possible if we ended up engaging in that type of play.

The next thing I made sure of was to pick up some good lube. I know Dan said he would bring some, but I wanted to show some initiative too. After a Thursday meeting with one of my girlfriends a few towns over I stopped quickly at the local adult toy shop. My hope was that being 30 miles from home that I wouldn't run into anyone I knew. As I walked in I was greeted by a friendly enough girl in her 30's that very obviously wanted to be somewhere else.

"Can I help you find anything?" she asked a bit too loudly.

I walked closer to her and replied, "I'm looking for some lube, the best that you'd recommend."

She motioned for me to follow her and she brought me to a 5 foot high, four-sided shelving rack, filled from bottom to top on every side with more brands and types of lube than I knew what to do with.

"What type do you want?" She asked.

I just shrugged and then lied, "I'm recently divorced and a new lover made me pretty sore last time. Anything to help with that."

She then smirked, "It had been a while huh, dusting off the cobwebs?"

That annoyed me. This tramp could never land a man like my son-in-law. I responded in a way that was so out of character that I couldn't believe the words as they came out of my mouth, "Maybe yes, but he also had a tremendous dick."

Her eyes widened and I think she was more shocked than I was. She picked up a bottle and said, "This is our most popular."

The bottle was bigger than I'd imagined. 240ml. Who on Earth would need that much lube, I thought. Then I realized that I was secretly hoping that I would. I shifted my thinking that using lube was some sort of failure on my part and rather that it was a sign that I was going to get fucked extremely well by a beautiful, intelligent, fit man with a gorgeous penis and amazing stamina. Maybe I should get two bottles, I thought!

Finally, on Thursday with my wax and lube chores accomplished the last thing left on my list was a trip to a popular outdoor fitness retailer. I picked out a pair of short Vuori running shorts that would help to accent my legs as well as a long sleeved casually fitting sweatshirt type of top from the same brand. I wasn't going to let Dan see me in my regular athleisure wear. He was getting something fresh. After paying far too much for simple clothing I headed home to pack for the next day's excitement.

When I got home and put my car in park I checked my phone. I had a text from Dan.

D: "I'm excited for tomorrow. I have it all arranged if it still works for you?"

S: "Absolutely. I wouldn't miss it. I need to be at my conference early, but I'll be free around 2pm."

D: "That's perfect. I have a meeting until 1pm."

S: "Lunch at 2?"

D: "Dessert at 2. I'll meet you at the hotel. I told Jamie I had meetings all afternoon and evening and that I'd just stay down in Seattle for the night. She mentioned that you would be there too and that we should have dinner or drinks if I get a free minute."

S: "Ok. Gosh that makes me feel terrible. Maybe we shouldn't do this?"

D: "Let's talk about it in person."

S: "Ok. I'll see you tomorrow."

The next 24 hours went by desperately slow due to the anticipation. I could only hope Dan felt the same way. I sat through my morning seminar counting the individual minutes. Willing time to move faster. I purposely wore a pair of thicker underwear because I knew that I'd be thinking about what was coming later that afternoon and that I'd have a steady amount of discharge leaking from my pussy throughout the sessions.

Around 11:00am, Dan texted: "What is your room number?"

I replied, "417."

"Great, see you soon. I've been thinking about you" was all he said.

At long last we broke for lunch around 1:15pm. Most of the other writers in my group were heading to lunch together, but I excused myself. Citing the need to take a Zoom call in my room I hurried from the meeting room and up to my well appointed suite. My room was a typical Fairmont room. Upon entry the large marble bathroom was off to the right. The room opened to a small, but well furnished sitting area with a writing desk, couch, armchair and glass coffee table. The bedroom was located on the right side of the sitting room through a pair of French doors. It was a king sized bed, made perfectly to a 5-star hotel's standards.

I headed to the bedroom and stripped down so that I could quickly rinse off in the shower before Dan arrived. As I went about folding my clothes I was glad I elected to wear the panties I did. Sure enough, they were dirty with a thick mucus that had leaked from my pussy. Although I am drier than I was in my younger years my pussy still gets somewhat wet. The lube in my bag would finish that task.

I quickly rinsed my body, toweled off and slipped on my new running shorts. I purposely left my thong in my bag. I finished my outfit with the new sweatshirt top I purchased and looked in the mirror. Damn, if I didn't look good. I thought to myself, "Sarah, you make 60 look sexy." Part of me knew this confidence was emanating from the desire Dan was showing in me. I like how I looked and how I felt.

At 1:57pm my phone buzzed.

Dan: "I just parked. On my way up."

My heart started to beat faster. I moved to the bedroom and moved the covers on the left side of the bed over a bit so we could climb in easier. Then I pulled the lube from my bag and placed it on the nightstand. I tidied my things into my overnight bag and placed it in the corner. One last check in the mirror and I knew any second my son-in-law, the wonderfully sexy man I'd been lusting over for the last week would be knocking.

Just then there was a knock at the door. I rushed over, not wanting him to be seen in the hallway, and opened it.

"Hi, Sarah." He said with a devilish smile. He entered the room holding a nice canvas duffel bag. He was dressed in form fitting light gray slacks with a simple black t-shirt. His hair was perfect and he looked so sharp. How could a man make such a casual outfit look so good? I guess it was the way he filled the shirt out. Strong chest, bulky shoulders and just the right amount of bicep that made you know he was super fit, but not some out of control gym rat.

As soon as the door closed he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me in for a kiss. It was gentle, sweet. I was expecting something more aggressive, but the way he softly kissed my lips and held the small of my back made me melt. Oh God, this was supposed to be about fucking, not falling in love. But here I was, melting in his arms. I wanted more of this. I wanted to feel like a woman and be treated like a queen.

Then he whispered in my ear, "Show me the bedroom."

I took his hand and we walked the short distance to the room. He said, "I love your outfit. You look so sexy."

"Thank you." I replied. Thrilled that he had noticed and made the effort to comment.

He pulled me in again and started nibbling on my neck. Then he whispered, "You know, I've always thought you were gorgeous. I've made myself cum so many times in the shower over the last 10 years thinking about you. I typically think about you when I'm fucking Jamie. Every time I cum in her, I'm picturing you. Every time she sucks my dick, I wish it was you."

This made me feel dirty and for a second I had second thoughts. But at the same time my pussy started to tingle. "You don't need to picture it today. I'm yours."

He moved from kissing my neck to again kissing my lips. This time it was a bit more aggressive. I could tell he was getting horny. He opened his mouth and I opened mine. I felt his tongue enter my mouth and I responded with my own. Matching his pressure. Tasting him.

"Do you have any requests?" asked Dan.

"No, just make me cum again. Like I said, I'm yours. You can have me however you'd like." I said between kisses.

Dan placed his bag on the bed. He then lifted my shirt off exposing my bare chest. My small breasts hanging there for him to see. One benefit of small breasts is that they really don't sag like large breasts do with age. My nipples were already slightly erect. Dan quickly ensured they were fully erect by grabbing each breast with his hands and squeezing them.

My hands reached for his waist line. My right hand reached down to the bulge in his tight pants and I found his shaft snaked down his left pant leg. It was already filling with blood. That gave me a jolt of confidence. This old woman, his mother-in-law, was getting him hard by just taking my shirt off. I couldn't wait to really get the blood flowing with my mouth.

My hands shifted their attention to unbuttoning his pants. I managed to pop it open and slid his zipper down. He moved his hands off of my breasts and quickly pulled his shirt over his head. My pussy tingled again looking at his muscular torso and slacks unzipped. He wasn't wearing any underwear either. I could clearly see the root of his penis.

Dan spun me around 90 degrees and told me to get on the bed. He grabbed his bag and walked around to the side of the bed that I had untucked. He caught sight of the bottle of lube and smiled at me. He then placed his bag on the ground and reached inside of it. He pulled out a velvet bag with several objects inside.

My mind raced. What could they be. I was lying on my side doing my best to look sexy. "Take those sexy shorts off, Sarah" he ordered. I began to strip them off and while doing so watched him remove a small, shiny, metallic object from the bag. It was egg shaped on one end with a narrow shaft and round, red jeweled circle at the other end. Dan placed it circle side down on the nightstand.

"What is that?" I asked.

"You really don't know what that is?" he said looking at me with a smirk. Even his smirk was sexy to me. I shook my head side to side indicating that I did not know. "It is a butt plug." He said.

Then he pulled out a second one, this one a little larger. "And so is this" he said.

Then a very large one, easily double the size of the second one came out of the bag, "And so is this."

"You are going to have these inside of you while we make love. We will start with the small one and work our way up. It is the only way you'll be able to handle me. Plus, I think you'll like it."

I was so apprehensive. I'd never seen a butt plug in person. Sure I've heard of them, but I never really thought about what they would look like. I'd certainly never had one inside of me. The large one almost made my eyes water. I realized that at its widest point it had roughly the same girth as Dan's cock.

Dan placed all three on the nightstand and then finished removing his pants and socks. His cock hung down between his legs and it was so beautiful to look at. It was semi hard still so it didn't hang straight down, but rather bent at the top and dropped down a good 5 inches. Even in this state it was so sexy, so powerful. It was already larger than my husband even when he is at his most erect. I was sure that women would throw themselves at him if they knew his cock looked like this. My mouth was watering just looking at it.

Dan crawled onto the bed and I expected him to lay down sweetly next to me. Instead he kneeled beside my head, grabbed his cock at the base, and fed it to me. I was a little shocked as I hadn't expected it, but I naturally opened my mouth and let him place it on my tongue. I sealed my lips around it and used my tongue to swirl around the head of his penis. It tasted salty. A familiar salt flavor and I relished the way it tasted.

I wasn't very comfortable so I rolled flat onto my stomach and shifted around so I was facing him. My ankles now dangling off of the side of the bed. I propped myself up on my elbows and placed his still semi-erect cock into my mouth. I again swirled the head of his penis with my mouth and then took him as far into my mouth as I could. I sucked hard and heard him moan. With my left hand I started to play with his balls. The room was a comfortable 68 degrees so his balls were hanging nicely. They were so full and heavy. They felt like two plums in his scrotum and I rolled them in my hands, using my short nails to tickle the spot where his scrotum met his perinium.

This elicited another series of moans so I knew I was doing a good job. I moved my hand from his balls and reached further between his legs to grab his ass. I pulled him into me firmly. I couldn't take him any further into my mouth, but I wanted Dan to know that I wanted him in there. He moaned deeply.

His hand moved to the back of my head, but he didn't pull me into him. He knew I was already at my limit so he just caressed my hair. This lasted several minutes and it was so gratifying to feel him thicken and harden in my mouth. I was so content pleasing this man. No woman should love sucking on a dick as much as I was at that moment. Certainly, no woman should love sucking on her son-in-law this much. But damn, I did.

Dan was fully erect now and I didn't want to wait any longer. I needed to feel him inside of me. "Get in me" I said.

"I want to eat you out first" was his reply.

"Later, right now I want you to fill me" I insisted.

"Ok" he said and turned to grab the lube off of the nightstand.

He flipped the cap up and tried to squeeze some lube onto his hand. Unfortunately, nothing came out. "Damn it," I thought. It must have some sort of a seal. Dan quickly unscrewed the top and deftly removed the foil seal. He did this whilst still kneeling on the bed with his massive erect cock pointing at me.

I grabbed his cock and massaged it with my hand. I watched in awe as he took my hand off his cock, brought it to his mouth and kissed it before taking two of my fingers and sucking them into his mouth. Then he lowered my hand onto his ass and I watched him squeeze out a line of lube from the base of his cock to his tip.

With his hand he rubbed it all over his veiny shaft. It glistened in the light coming through the window to the left of the bed.

"Sarah, move the covers and straighten yourself out"

I did as he asked and he moved on his knees, careful not to place his slippery hand on the bed and positioned himself between my legs. I instinctively raised my knees and spread my legs for him. Exposing my 60 year old pussy to my son-in-law for the second time. He squeezed some more lube onto two of his fingers and gently rubbed it up and down my slit.

He rubbed my clit for a few seconds before sliding his slicked fingers inside of me. It felt wonderful. Dan removed his fingers and I watched as he rubbed the excess lube from his hands onto his balls and from what I could tell used his two fingers to quickly rub his anus before shifting his hands to the back of my knees.