6 comments/ 74076 views/ 41 favorites Getting My Son-In-Law Hooked By: Getherhot Older woman, cheating, son, mother-in-law, teasing, mF I have some fun with my daughter's husband when they become temporary residents in my house, I could not resist escalating the situation with this good looking and younger man. Roger comes to stay with Sandra, his mother, as he and his wife, Carol, move back to the town Carol grew up in. They stayed with Carol's parents, Sandra and Charles, waiting for their new house to become available. I don't really know how it happened, and I can't explain it to anybody who knows this woman because it is hard to see how I fell under her spell. My mother, Sandra, is not somebody you would pick out of a group and pursue, a little added weight, mature, and her wardrobe only has a few attention getting items. Her chest DOES makes her stand out, significantly, I never confirmed but I know my wife is a D and Sandra's chest is noticeably larger. For the past three months, I have become infatuated with her. It started around the time my wife and I moved back to town from a city four hours away. We had found a house in a nearby suburb when my company relocated me, my in-laws were thrilled to have us in the area again with their grandchildren. We stayed with them for a few weeks while I started my new job and we were waiting for the people in our future house to move out-my obsession progresses from there. I'm Roger, in my late 20s, married for almost five year to my wife Carol. I am dominant in bed with my wife more than submissive and I feel our sex life is more frequent than most. --- Sandra's perspective --- I love life, I am in my mid 50s and enjoy life, time with my husband and my day time freedom as a homemaker. With my only daughter hours away, I would only make it out to see them about once every other month on the weekend. I talk to my daughter regularly on the phone. An adjustment when she married Roger happened, we talk all the time. Through the years I coached her through many bumps in her marriage and as a result was part of a few conversations that are more risque than you expect to have as a mother. On occasion we would talk about her husband, Roger, and their sex life. Some of the details regarding their acts would leave me hot at the end of the phone calls to the point I ravage my husband that night if I could resist taking care of myself immediately, plunging my fingers into my wet pussy lips, hopefully after hanging up the phone. Once it was so hot I had to get started before I hung up the phone. I am not sexually obsessed, I certainly discovered what I prefer during my sexually heightened 30s and realize the value of allure and both partners being well satisfied. A few months before my daughter and her family returning to the area, my husband, Charles, and I would have regular competitions to tease each other to the point the other would lose concentration and be distracted at work, out with friends, and anything else during the day until we broke and satisfied the other partner in hopes they would give us the release we craved. This was a great game with a few rules: a) all teasing was with clothes on. This is teasing to the point of breaking somebody. b) Once the victim broke, it was the hunter's right to be fully satisfied before granting relief. c) The victim could not seek relief by any means other than by the hunter. Some days it is a naughty text message/email, a dirty voicemail of the hunter pleasuring themselves, physical touching (through clothes) in public or private, or acting out a roll (sub/dom/alpha/slut). We had fun and the first few times when it took most of a day, we are getting better at resisting and waiting the better part of a week. He had just broken me after resisting for nearly a week just before my daughter and her family came to stay with us. He pushed me over the edge by repeatedly touching my inner thigh with a small vibe, under the table, out to dinner with friends. I hurried him into the car after desert, unzipped his pants and sunk my head as far down into his lap as I could until he filled my throat. I begged him, in detail, during the ride home to do what he wanted to me as soon as we walked in the door. I continued stroking his cock to get it ready for me the minute we were in the house. I NEEDED TO FEEL HIM INSIDE ME. We got in the door and he pushed me to my knees in the living room, in front of the picture window that faced our street. While we did not know if somebody was watching, he liked the idea that somebody might be. He had me unzip his pants, pull his semi-hard cock out and then join my hands behind my back. He ensured this by unbuttoning my blouse, pulling it down my arms and wrapping the tails together in a knot at my wrists, in the process exposing my large globes in their bra for display. He repeatedly would put his now growing meat in my mouth, pull it out and slap it across my face. As it landed on either cheek or my chin I would eagerly try to capture it with my mouth, give him the satisfaction he craved so I could then get what I needed. I got him hard with my tongue and he would push me farther and farther down his cock, giving me brief moments to catch my breath, only to return with more determination to force more of him into me. He pulled his hard cock from my mouth and stood me up, walked me over to the couch and bent me over the back of it with my hands still tied. Now face down in the cushions of an antique sofa, my skirt hiked up. He pulled at my panties roughly ripping them down my legs, leaving my ass up in the air and my pussy fully exposed for his use. He guided the tip of his saliva coated dick to part the folds of my pussy, a flood of excitement escaped me and coated his cock, my inner thighs, and likely the back of the couch. With his prize won and clear signals I was ready for him, he plowed his full length into me. With no manner to release the energy wave that went through me by clutching onto something I let loose a series of screams loud enough I was concerned my neighbors could hear. He continued his assault on my pussy until my body gave up and the muscles no longer would caress or fight him, I went limp and my pussy gaped open. He rolled me fully onto the couch, my head at one end, legs hanging off the other and my pussy leaking on the cushions. As he came around the couch he untied my arms and forcefully removed my bra. Finally I felt the release to actively participate as both my arms and tits adjusted to their freed state. (You women with large tits shoved into a bra know what I am talking about.) Without giving me time to fully appreciate my state he plunged his cock into my mouth as I wrapped my hands around to grab his ass. He only had a little resistance and it took just a few plunges into my mouth before he pulled out after my through cleaning. He laid on me as he kissed me passionately. --- Roger's perspective --- I wasn't thrilled with staying at mys for a few weeks, but it made the transition to the new job easier. We packed up our house, handed our belongings to the moving company for storage and headed to my in-laws. We arrived on Sunday morning and they were in high spirits after just finishing a late breakfast. My mother-in-law, Sandra, offered to make us breakfast (more of a lunch) but we declined. The women took the kids into the family room to adore them. My father-in-law explained the sleeping arrangement while we set off on getting our bags from the car. My wife had her old room, last used some time around college, with her old twin bed and they would put the pack-n-play and sleeping bags in there for the kids to sleep. I... I got the couch. As we brought the bags for my wife and sons to her old room and then placed mine in the laundry room just outside the family room, he repeated the plan to both our wives. I did not have to be to my new position till Wednesday so I was looking forward to acquainting myself with my new neighborhood during the next few days. The remainder of the day was spent taking a walk around the small downtown their suburb had, talking about my new job and our new house. It was time to get ready for bed for most. I changed into a shirt and a pair of lounge pants and laid out on the couch for the night. The house was warm enough, I put the sheet under me but did not need to wrap myself to stay warm. As I lay there, adjusting to the sounds of a different house I began missing having my wife next to me in our bed. With all the activity surrounding the move, we didn't have much energy when we got to bed at night. As I lay there, I could not will the unprovoked erection I had back to flaccid, when that happens you just start thinking about sex more. I got so engulfed in my thoughts, I swear I could smell a woman's aroma that are only brought out during sex. --- Sandra's perspective --- While I didn't think about it as I laid out the pillow and sheet for Roger, it now popped into my mind an hour after we went to bed... his pillow is sitting at the end of the couch where my pussy was leaking from the excitement of last night's teasing by my husband. I decided I would take a stroll from my room, down the stairs to the kitchen to get a drink and casually mention to him he may want to sleep on the other side of the couch; pretending the sun may get in his eyes as it came up in the morning if he slept there. I was wearing a two piece pajama set and felt it was modest enough for family so I walked slowly down the hall toward the kitchen. As I approached there was enough moonlight shining through the skylight I could see Roger there, soundly asleep on his back. He had pushed the pillow off the couch and his nose was an inch away from the cushions I soaked just 24 hours earlier. I let out a slight laugh at the thought but felt it best not to disturb him. With nobody around and seeing his physique as best I could through the clothes, I could appreciate why he commands so well at work and has been such a strong husband and lover for my daughter. As I drifted off in the back of my mind, partially happy for my daughter, partially in a dream state, I might have been standing there too long. I shook myself back to reality and decided to return to bed, as I glanced from the kitchen one last time to smirk about the fact he has his face buried in my sexual juices I noticed the distinct outline in his pants. (This is not going to be one of those stories where I tell you he was 38" long and as thick as a Buick, sorry you monster size freaks.) There was no mistaking it, the outline was clearly a strong, hard erection. In fact, I doubt he had underwear beneath his pants because if I studied it, which I did from a distance, I could see it rise and fall slightly. He was hard enough it was rising above his stomach in a rhythm. I headed back to bed excited as I thought about the idea that it could be the scent of my juices that is causing his erection as he slept. That reminds me, I need to start working on my husband tomorrow, for I am now the hunter, and he is the prey. My mind drifted, I wonder what it would be like to make Roger my prey, I want to push it out of my head... but then it came back. I couldn't possibly sleep with him, but it would be fun to toy with him while they are here just to remind myself that I can still work other men into a frenzy. I tried pushing my thoughts back to my husband but they would wonder to Roger lying there, his face in the remains of my passion from the night prior and his stiffness floating in air. I wonder if his conscious mind even realized what was going on. OK, that was the rule, at the first sign he thought ANYTHING was up, I would immediately stop toying with him. I settled on a plan for my husband for the coming week to break him and sailed off to sleep, wet from the thought of putting both plans into action. --- Roger's perspective --- I tossed and turned momentarily when I settled into the couch but once I got comfortable I was out. I woke up this morning feeling refreshed and hearing people getting ready I quickly remembered where I was. I realized I had a significant case of morning wood and scrambled to find the pillow and sheet I had last night to cover myself up. As available, I made my way to the bathroom and got ready for the day. I spent the day wandering my new town, looking at local retailers and people watching. I was happy to see many shared my passion for being in good health I talked to a few people about local trails for exercise. The rest of the afternoon and evening was spent with my family and talking to our real estate agent about the new house. We turned in for the evening with the same sleeping arrangement. After this morning's potentially embarrassing situation, I decided it best that I unfold the blanket at one end of the couch and cover myself. I scanned a few channels, having the family room to myself for about an hour before turning in for the night. --- Sandra's perspective --- Tonight I wore a pajama set with shorts and a camisole top to bed. The top was comfortable but intended for bed only as I was falling out of it and with no support to keep these girls at full attention. I gave a tempting show to my husband before bed as I paraded around the room preparing for the following morning. After making sure my daughter and grandkids were asleep, I made sure my husband was well into his pillow before I strolled off to the bathroom, grabbing a pair of panties from my drawer on the way and locked the door behind me. I pulled my pajama shorts down and put the panties on, licked my lips at the image staring at me in the mirror of my large tits swaying like they do when I ride Charles. I slid my left hand down my side, across my stomach (proudly taking a moment to reflect on the fact it felt firm at my age). As the forceful edge of my nails raised the laced waistband, slowly creeping lower and scraped across supple flesh just above my sweet womanhood. As my fingers explored down into my trimmed hair, my right arm came up under my breast to support their weight and I reached out and rolled my left nipple in my fingers. My hips ground back, my eyes closed and my mouth fell open from the fresh sensations. Three fingers slid down between my thighs and I parted my legs slightly, my index finger and ring finger pushing down first, causing my inner lips to reach out to kiss my middle finger. I slid my fingers up, focusing pressure as they toyed with my clit. As they returned back down my middle finger increased pressure on my clit and then dove between my lips, unleashing the pent up moisture built up inside me onto my panties. I ran my fingers back up to my clit. A few minutes later, two replays, and a fantasy or two, I worked myself over the edge and came biting my lip to silence myself. I needed to let go more, I wanted more. I pulled my hand out of my panties, caressing my thighs close together, I began rolling both nipples as I made my way over to my empty tub. Grabbing my shorts to shove in my mouth to quiet me for what was to continue, I slipped in and laid back as I returned my attention to my clit, alternating between light, long strokes and hard circles over my clit. My chest heaved up as my ass ground into the cold of the porcelain the intensity rose. I shoved my shorts in my mouth to muffle my sounds to come. When I was right at the edge, I use my two other fingers to spread my lips open as my middle frantically ran circles around my clit. Tingling starting running down my legs, my lungs filled with air and the muscles in my ass clenched as the familiar warm sensation flowed from my pussy, filling my panties with the scent of female sex. The calming pleasure washed over me and I embraced it as I soothingly caressed my tits. Getting up from my porcelain womb, taking off my panties and running them across my slit once more for good measure I put back on my shorts and reach for the door. Just before I left, it dawned on my to give them a quick mist with my perfume as I balled them up in my hand, and then I left, ready to begin something I committed to the other night. Slowly walking down the stairs to remain quiet, I made my way into the kitchen, taking a moment to acquaint myself with the situation. Roger was lying there, blanket down to his knees, face turned into the back of the couch wearing a t-shirt and sleep pants. I let my hand relax, as the panties dangle loose in my hand. Leaving a glass and some orange juice on the counter if it was a needed alibi, I approached him. I walked around the couch till I was above his head so Roger wouldn't see me immediately if he opened his eyes. Leaning in, I began to listen to the rhythm of his breath. I moved the hand with the panties just above his head and watched as his breath deepened as the aroma of my sex registered in his mind. Roger rustle shortly as he tossed, reacting to the stimulus of fucked female. Now to see just how much of a stimulus my scent was to him. I crouched down, and moved from his head to his side, keeping my panties dangling in front of him and waving them softly to let him breath in more of me. With the lightest of touch, I traced the outline of his member with my fingers. Roger's hips rose sharply to feel increased pressure. I had to deny him or it would have shaken him to consciousness. I got the reaction I was looking for, I planted the response I wanted. I noticed his hand move toward the outline in his pants just as I was standing up to leave. I quickly moved into the kitchen as he stirred dropping my panties on the floor but watching him from a distance of deniability. He wasn't waking, he was stroking himself in his sleep! Not fully, just casually working his hand up and down his cock inside his pants. I had to keep it going, rushing over there, I picked up my panties and kept them above his head as he glided his hand over his cock. I watched with one hand casually stroking my wet lips in unison with his efforts on his own cock. I wanted to do more to myself, but had to keep focused for now. After a good amount of time I stood up, tucked my panties back into my fist and headed back to bed. With my husband lying next to me, I vigorously worked my clit and pulled on my nipples in an effort for relief. I did something very similar for the next two nights and it only took a bit of coaxing to get him to start stroking his own cock. As part of my planning, I began using the panties I had spent the entire day walking around in. My recent experience with Charles helped me identify when Roger was at his edge. I left before he brought himself over, I wonder if he ever finished himself. As the families were getting ready for dinner together, or after cleaning up and relaxing in the family room for the evening, I would quietly sneak off to the bathroom and work myself up enough to know I would be leaking into my panties and head over near Roger. When we sat in the living room, I made sure I was sitting where he would lie his head that night. --- Roger's perspective --- Not having my wife next to me at night must be affecting me or I am feeling much more relaxed from our previous routine but I am waking each morning with the strongest erections I have had in a long time, I am feeling better rested, odd this couch is making me sleep better than my normal bed. I've been noticing my wife definitely didn't pick up her physical interactions from her parents. I notice mys regularly shuffling apart on a sofa when I enter a room, catch a grazing hand as Sandra glides it across her husbands chest, cock or ass. Then there was her tits, man was she putting those on display. They did look so round and inviting, I would catch myself looking longer than I should, quickly snapping away before she brings attention to the fact I can't break their hypnotic nature. Thankfully we only have two more nights here and then we head into our new house. Getting My Son-In-Law Hooked --- Sandra's perspective --- I had two more nights of unrestricted access to Roger, I needed to plan, plant the hook that will continue to allow me to work him once he is not around me most of the day. I have a few accomplishments to take care of today. First, help Roger's mind run wild with revelations of hiss sex lives. Second, I need to cement the association between the smells exciting him, my perfume, me and sex. Third, I need him to begin to question if his nightly excitement has been a deep desire he is just now acknowledging. --- Roger's perspective --- With two days left here, we were beginning to pack our clothes and get ready to head over to our new house together when my mother reminded me to check the laundry room for any of our clean clothes. I looked around and did find one basket of clothes that belonged to us and went to take it out of the room as I noticed a lingerie bag sitting on top of another basket of clothes filled with lace. I stopped briefly and hearing nobody in the house indulged myself for some reason. My initial curiosity was to see the size on the lace bra in the bag, as I drew it closer the familiar scent hit me. That perfume and sweet musk combined caused my cock to instantly stir. What was that? Where did it come from? I inhaled two more deep breaths before I broke from the spell I was experiencing. Two steps outside the laundry room I paused, seeing nobody around I went back in. I put down our clean clothes, balled up the panties at my nose, and rubbed the outline of my cok. I grabbed the clothes I had found and bring them into the room my wife was sleeping in so we could pack them. As I walked toward the room, Sandra came out of the bathroom, passed by me in a towel with the soft scent I recognized from the bra and panties in the laundry. As she walked into her room, I kept my eyes on her in an unexpected hope of catching a glimpse of her flesh. I quickly put the clothes from the basket into our luggage. I turned to leave the room, head back to use the computer in the alcove near Charles and Sandra's bedroom. Knowing my mother was in her room, I called out, 'can I use the computer for about an hour?' There was no response, so I made my way closer to her door and tapped lightly. "Huuuhhhhh! Just a minute," came a breathy response. "I just wanted to let you know I am out here using your computer for a bit." "OK", she responded. With that I turned from the door and sat about ten feet away at the small home desk they had set up in an alcove. I sat down, woke the computer from sleep and was greeted with Sandra's background, a picture from a recent vacation of her tan legs laid out on a lounge chair, delicious dark red nails, white sands, clear blue water and a sky so dynamic you could feel the heat. I was only focused on those glistening thighs for what felt like minutes. You know that silence that comes about when you settle into a task and nobody is home, that started to sit in as I sifted through personal emails. As I continued to work through correspondence I swear I could hear muffled tones of female excitement. I stopped typing to see if I could hear more, yep, I just heard a woman moan and I think a man grunt... Was Sandra watching porn while getting ready? That made no sense, especially since she knew I was just down the hall working. I returned to my email but curiosity fed by what I just heard caused me to do a quick search on the computer. Internet history was mostly common sites; email, news, web offers, a few sites I didn't recognize which I noted for visiting at some point in the future. As I started to search the hard drive for pictures, finding hundreds of family events, I began to feel really idiotic and stopped, returning to updating some industry discussion boards. About this time Sandra's door opened and the sounds of a home remodeling show came blaring out, were the sounds I heard people WORKING on TV? Now I am beginning to think I am manifesting things. --- Sandra's perspective --- Relaxed from a long hot shower and a little personal attention (hunters have privileges in our little game) I am feeling much better. Passing Roger in the hall was a possibility in this house so I put my perfume on early and held my towel higher to give him more of a view up my thighs to the curve of my ass than he would expect. I regularly turn on the TV getting ready not thinking I had put on the porn channel as Charles slept last night to stir his subconscious. I left it on, the scene playing out looked like it had potential, then I heard Roger knock at the door. Quick mute and he said something about using the computer. "OK." I lotioned my body as I watched a woman straddle a man's face on TV and enjoy him, I am sure I lotioned many spots more than once. Once I unmute, thinking Roger may hear it I quickly turned it to another channel. My computer monitor is one of those HD screen which means a sheet of glass and plenty of glare/reflection occurs as a result during the midday sun, I was going to take advantage of this. I had already picked out a very cleavage friendly shirt but wanted to really occupy his mind if he caught a view in the monitor reflection. After I opened the door I did not come out of the room, I just watched to see if he turned his head at all. Roger was focused on the screen as I took these attention getting DD tits out of my shirt and pulled the bra to the sides and under them. With a purposeful pace I walked from my bedroom to the kitchen, passing the alcove he was in and appearing only as a glimmer of an image reflecting in the screen of them out on display then returned my male motivator chest to its confines. He saw! As I passed I heard the office chair make a quick swivel as it hit the desk but did not hear him get up. --- Roger's perspective --- Now I am visualizing my mother topless, I need to refocus my mind. I wrapped up what I was doing on the computer and got ready to head for a jog. --- Sandra's perspective --- That evening we were all going out for one last dinner. While a nice night out is needed, I have to convince Roger this is all his craving. Roger took his SUV to the storage facility to pick up some small things they would bring to the new house the next day while Charles drove my daughter and I to dinner. We got our table near a window, ordering a few appetizers and drinks while we waited. I saw Roger pull up and excused myself to the lady's room. I headed straight to the bar near the entrance to catch him as he approaches. I briefly grab the bartender for a chat to explain his role. "Roger! We are over here." I called to him, "we already have drinks, would you like one?" He heads over and waves down the bartender. "I'll have a Gentleman's Jack neat". "And for your lady?" The bartender played along nicely. I smiled about my fun idea here, threw my arm around Roger, and playfully said, "my man will pick my wine when we order dinner" to the bartender. I turned to walk with Roger to our table, "I should tip that bartender generously for implying my body is hot enough to catch a younger, athletic guy like you." --- Sandra's perspective --- My last night with Roger captive as my toy. As we are about to settle in I have Charles prepare drinks as I run to the bedroom, remove my panties, put my pants back on, and hesitate before I return to join them in the living room. Last night to train Roger's scent obsession... I grab my pocket vibe out of the drawer next to the bed, press my back against the wall and slide the pulsing little pleasure provider against my soft pussy. My hips grind as I work myself over, my ass rolling up and down on the wall, my back arching away from it as I bring myself to orgasm, perfuming my pants. I return my vibe to the drawer, check my appearance, and proceed downstairs. Roger and Charles were both seated on the couch where Roger would be sleeping later today. "Both of you up. Roger to the small couch, Charles needs to rub my feet tonight." I moved Charles to the other end of the couch so I can rest my damp, aroma laced ass right where Roger will be laying his head later tonight. A few minutes of rocking back and forth, humming random songs as Charles searched the DVR should have done what I want. I lean over, toss Roger's bedding to the side and grab the pillow. I curl up on the couch hugging the pillow slightly. As we continue to watch television I work the pillow between my legs, hoping my scent is dripping into his dreams for the night. The evening was coming to an end and I urge Charles to bed, he got up to leave and expected me to follow behind him. "Clean up before we go to bed," I told him and Charles did a 180, getting the water classes on the table and waited for me to finish using a tissue I had no reason to use except to make him offer to clean up after me. He turned and headed to the kitchen, I looked at Roger in a joking tone said, "you boys need to be kept in line. You men should learn attentiveness and regular 'please may I' endures you as a woman's little pet." I trotted off to bed swaying my hips. One last night of dreams and I was going to make it count. I put on the house fans to fill most of the rooms with white-noise. People will sleep sounder and less likely to wake from the occasional sound. I crept down to where Rogers lay and moved next to him. I pulled up the web on my phone, went to one of my favorite porn sites, searched 'hypno eating pussy', made my selection and turned the volume way down. I crouched down just above his head and let the soft tones fill his ears. The sounds of women in ecstasy and repeated subtle throaty lines repeating regularly: "You need to satisfy her with your tongue" "Drink her in, you crave this." "Suck that clit, dive deep into her with your tongue" "If you are good enough, she will let you do it again and again" He reached under his blanket, past the waistband of his pajama pants while licking his lips. Roger was content, nodding his head regularly to the sounds of dripping, sloppy pussies being vigorously tongued and fingered. I watched him for a good ten minutes as he aggressively worked his cock and licked his lips before I had to sink my fingers into myself. I was drenched and was still gyrating as I worked three fingers into me while palming my clit. The moans of my climax mixed with the sounds of the video and he bucked his hips into his hands. I calmed down and pulled my fingers from under my nightie. I stared at him for a second and decided what the hell. With my fingers held tightly together I raised them above his face. Roger began to sniff and reach with his tongue. I lowered them down and he tongued the space between them, licking my juices from my hand. It felt like seconds later he worked himself to a climax and I quickly pulled my fingers away and stopped the video. I sat on the floor behind his head for a minute to make sure he was back to a restful sleep The next morning everybody was up bright and early, Charles returning with the moving truck. Roger tried to make his way to the shower but I kept him busy staging boxes and moving heavy stuff. When the truck arrived I insisted he change into moving clothes and get to work, refusing his desire to shower, 'none of the rest of us got there yet' I said deceitfully. He was walking past me as as he gave in, I was bent over a box of random items. I raised my head up about stomach level, took an exaggerated inhale and remarked, "you smell good enough for working hard." And continued on. A week of unpacking continued as I helped Carol set things up and get the new house in order. It was convenient for them to be so close, a nice run zig-zagging through street and I was there. I would often walk there and after cleaning and unpacking, I would lace up and go for a run. Carol called one day and said she was taking the kids to the park and then to do some shopping, would I like to join her? I declined, having plenty to take care of myself. A plan hatched in my mind before I hung up the phone. I went to my bedroom, changed into yoga/running pants and a sports bra, laid down on my bed and went to town on my clit until I was sure my pants were wet. I got up satisfied and grabbed my running shoes, heading out, hoping to find Roger at home unpacking. I arrived with a good amount of sweat and hopefully the aroma of my lovely juices emanating from me. Roger did not expect me but was glad to see somebody to talk to and help empty boxes. We spent the morning making conversation and putting some small things together, doing my best to be near him or pass him regularly. After a spirited morning of work, Roger offered to take me out to lunch, "I need to get away from these four walls if you would join me." I agreed but only if he would let me use the shower and I would borrow some of Carol's clothes. I went into the spare room attached to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, smiled at my figure and began to peel my clothes off. Before I did I took one last moment to enchant Roger with my scent and worked my hand down across my smooth mound and parted my lips. As I grabbed my nipple I filled my head with visions of plenty of stiff cock meat around me, there for my repeated pleasure. I began to drip. Satisfied with my wetness, I took my hand out and pressed my pants into my folds to capture the moisture. I undressed and headed into the attached bathroom making sure to lay out my clothes noticeable across the foot of the bed. I started the water, horny as hell, hoping this plan works. I waited a few minutes into the shower then peaked my head out the bathroom door calling to him, "Roger, there is no towel in here." I heard a muffled response and returned to the shower, locking the bathroom door. I heard a knock on the door and called back, "just leave it there, I will get it," I wrapped up my shower. I expect he took a moment to enjoy the scent of my perfumed bra and the lady excitement of my running pants. I stepped out of the shower and cracked the door to grab my towel, certain I heard footsteps near by. I toweled off, wrapped myself up and slowly made my way to the spare bedroom. I noticed my clothing was not in the organized way I left it, then I heard a creek nearby in the floor. "Roger? I hear you, are you waiting for me?" Roger came around the corner, through the doorway with an animalistic gaze. Walking in a slow but determined manner. "I have spent the last two weeks craving you Sandra." "Roger! Are you sure it is me, you should not be focusing on your mother." I tried to hide my smile. "I want your juices on my face, your legs around my head, your hand gripping my hair," he was now a few feet from me. "That is an enticing visual but I'm a little uncomfortable with this," I stepped back getting closer to the side of the bed. Roger put one hand around my waist, the other on the back of my head, parted my lips with his tongue and kissed me deep. I lifted one knee up on the side of the bed and pretended to try pushing him away from me with both hands on his chest. "What did you want to do to me?" I asked, looking at the towel parting between my spread legs as I slid my hands across his chest, up to his shoulders. He responded to my downward pressure, sliding his hands down my sides as he went to his knees - my towel fell to the floor. His hands found both my ass cheeks as I felt his breath on my trimmed pussy. I placed my hand on the back of his head seeing the desire in his face. "Make this something I will fantasize about every time I am in this room, not something I will regret", I ordered. His tongue snaked out into my folds, I pushed my hips forward into his face. Roger reached deep into me with his tongue as I maneuvered him from the top to the bottom of my pussy, not letting him focus his efforts while he warmed me up. He lapped at me, grazing my clit, barely making it past my lips. He strains to get deeper into me. I began fucking his upturned face I am controlling with a hand full of hair, coating him from his chin to his nose in my juice. His muffled moans could be felt vibrating through the forceful connection between our flesh. After having me completely cover his face with and provide him with a few mouthfuls of pussy potion he pulled away from me, licking his lips. "You are a little over dressed," I say looking down at him, then lay back on the bed. Roger begins to undo his shirt after kicking his shoes off. "No, no, I don't want to take a break," I grabbed his arm pulling his face down between my legs. Roger understands, goes face first into my sloppy pussy. He balances himself on his mouth suctioning against my clit, he unbuttons his shirt. He raises up his head only briefly to take his shirt off and removes his pants. I lay back on the bed, basking in my accomplishment, well aware of the continuous flow of my pussy onto the sheets. He dives back into me, getting me to buck into his face as his tongue manipulations continue against me as he struggles to take his pants and underwear off. He lays down next to me and for the first time looks into my eyes. "You taste like nobody else I have had, are you always this wet?" "Just wait until I climax," I responded. He smiled, looked down at my mound and pulled my legs over him. I could feel his cock pressing against me, I started to grind on it, lubricating it as I teased it. Roger grabbed me by my hips and pulled me forward up to his chest. I looked down at him, "You want my first one in your face and mouth, you really are an obsessed pussy eater aren't you?" He didn't say a word, slid his arms between my legs and squeezed my ass checks, urging me forward. I moved my knees forward, grabbed the headboard and lowered myself onto his open mouth. Roger pulled me into his mouth and as he sucked on my clit I could only respond by letting go of any tension, putting my weight on his face. He went crazy, shaking his head from side to side. My breath got heavier, I was getting rather loud continually calling him my pussy pleaser, sick son, cunt obsessed family whore, and flood dam. I was getting close and this was going to be an experience for him. I stopped his motion, grabbed his hair and began to run my hips up till my clit was over his eyes and I feel his nose poke at my back door, then come all the way down till my clit dragged past his lower lip. He wasn't going to get my first orgasm out of me, I was going to use him to get it. My breath got shallow, my hips started an erratic movement as I lost my rhythm. I start repeating a string of obscenities. "Start swallowing you talented cunt sucker!" With that I let loose a continuous moan as my cum drowns him; I filled his mouth, ran myself across his head, glistening on his forehead, streaming down to his ears, likely sending my sweet fragrance down his nostrils. I pulled back to sit slightly on his chest and put just a bit of finger pressure on my clit, flicking side to side. I let loose a strong stream of female fuck juice, splashing against his chin, creating waves that washed over his face. I paused for a minute, gaining my breath. I look down to see a HUGE grin on Roger's face. "Baby, my thighs are sore," as I spoke I saw the look in his eye and knew he needed this to be more than a one time thing. I rolled over to my back, removing my pressure from his chest. He leaned over, grabbed the towel from the floor and wiped a portion of me off his face. Roger put himself between my legs, grabbed tight around my hips and fixed his gaze on my eyes as he confidently working his cock into my waiting cunt. As the head parted my engorged lips he tilted slightly upward, grazing my clit with the head of his meat drawing a gasp and the reaction of me rotating my ass up and legs toward his shoulderblades. He raised his ass up and began a slow downward thrust angling himself into me. The passion and satisfaction in my eyes must have been evident because he let a groan escape his smiling lips. Getting My Son-In-Law Hooked After coating his shaft in my juices he worked himself into a rhythm, alternating his grip from both my hips to one cupping a breast and rolling my nipple in his fingers. "Stop having sex with me and start fucking me," I had a look of stern command as I directed him. He took the command as an offer, raised my legs up on his shoulders, leaned his solid weight against me and began taking forceful strokes into me, slapping his balls against my backdoor. Roger settled into a long, deep stroke with a force that I was sure was bruising me from clit to asshole. "Is that great pussy?", "You want more of that fucking pussy?", "You want to fuck me when my daughter fails to fulfill her responsibilities?" "Oh fuck! I could hit this every day you fine piece of ass," he let out a string of grunts. I held my ass cheeks tight as I locked my legs around his waist. I raised up off the bed and he was bucking into the air, getting half the stroke he was accustomed to. I could see the look of disappointment in his face and smiled up to him in a menacing smirk. "Are you ready to get off in me, hurt me with all you've got, and convince me you are worth fucking again?" I kept my ass in the air, kicked my legs toward my head and reached for my ankles with my hands. I was a rag doll he was thrusting into without abandon, grunt after grunt. Roger grabbed my waist, tensed up and let loose spasm after spasm of cum into me. He collapsed on me and we lay speechless for a few minutes. "I need to shower if we are going to get that lunch you promised me," I said as I pushed him to the side and headed to the shower. Minutes later he tried to join me, "I think that might not get us out of here any quicker." I kept him out of the shower until I was done. We cleaned up and headed out for lunch, trying not to be obvious to all those who saw us. We regularly get together now and are discrete as we can be during family functions... That reminds me, I should tell you about the summer party and... OK, that will be the next story for me.