10 comments/ 245756 views/ 102 favorites Her Daughter's Husband By: Big Gunz "You look very beautiful tonight." Kayla Schofield turned with a start towards the voice offering the compliment. To her surprise, she found herself looking at her son. "Umm, thank you Jason." She replied with a slight hesitation. "I mean, wow that dress..." he slurred, clearly having enjoy a few too many glasses of wine during the family dinner. Regardless of his level of intoxication, he was right. His 46-year-old mother did look fantastic in the light cotton, navy blue tunic dress. It's plunging v-neck nicely showed off her understated cleavage, and it fell several inches north of her knees, allowing her toned legs to be put on full display. She felt her face flush with embarrassment. Quickly, she glanced around to see if anyone else had overheard his flattering remarks. She breathed a sigh of relief that the two of them were the only two standing by the fireplace; no one else was even remotely within earshot. "What, this old thing?" Kayla joked playfully, brushing off his comments as nothing more than alcohol-fuelled gibberish. "This old thing?" He mocked, taking another drink of his wine as he looked her up and down. "C'mon, you know you're smokin' hot." "Jason, really..." she hushed, hoping to zip him up before anyone could eavesdrop on the conversation and get the wrong impression. "That's enough." "I tell you, that Richard is one lucky son of a bitch," he continued, ignoring her appeal for discretion. "If you were my wife I'd never let you out of the bedroom." "Jason!" She snapped, and then cut herself off, realizing that she may have inadvertently drawn the very unwanted attention she was trying to skirt. Quickly, she scanned the room for reaction, her curly blonde hair tossing from side to side as she whipped her head left and right. "I mean, my God Kayla," he persisted, undeterred. "The things I would do to you if I had you in my bed." She could not believe what she was hearing. The words coming out of her son's mouth were simply jaw dropping. It took her several seconds to even fathom a response. "Jason." She whispered, trying to sound as stern as possible at a low volume. "Shut it. This is completely unacceptable behaviour." "Relax. Geez, can't you take a compliment?" He replied with a slur. "At least enjoy the flirting." "We are not flirting." She spat back in disgust. "You've had too much to drink and you're being very rude." With that, she had had enough. As quickly as she could without making a scene, Kayla sauntered away from him and his drunken accolades towards her. Her heart was racing and her face was still flush, partly with embarrassment and partly with anger. But also partly with something else... *** As she snuggled into bed with her husband that night, the encounter with her son weighed heavily on Kayla's mind. Drunk or not, she still could not believe the audacity of his comments towards her. Resolved to try and forget about the whole unfortunate episode, she put her arms around her husband. "Richard..." She whispered sweetly in his ear. A somewhat audible response emanated from her quickly dozing husband. The snoring would soon follow. "Goodnight Richard." She sighed as she rolled over, her frustrations still simmering. Her mind quickly made its way back to the inappropriate incident from earlier in the evening. The shock of hearing Jason's tactless remarks was still there. But she had to admit that she was torn as to what the other competing emotions were on the interaction. She certainly had every right to be offended, and damn well should have been, but that was not really on the forefront. It would have been natural for her to have felt embarrassed by her daughter's husband's improper inebriated outburst, but that was not it either. There was something else. Kayla shuddered at the thought of what her other feelings on the evening's events might be. Surely, she told herself, she must have been confusing her uncertainty with how to deal with her son's drunken statements with some other emotion. Something very basic and primal. That was it. She knew that must be it. But try as she might, she could not stop herself from replaying Jason's words in her head, allowing those conflicting feelings to churn within her and start to bring up questions. Questions she did not want to know the answers to. Had she been flattered by his comments? Was that possible? She desperately wanted the answer to be no, but deep down she had to admit to herself that a part of her was flattered to hear such compliments, regardless of how out of place they were. Any woman would feel the same she rationalized, having a good-looking younger man tell them that he thought they were beautiful. And he was good looking, she had to admit that. Twenty years her junior, he was well built with sandy brown hair and dark brooding eyes. She had been fortunate enough to see him without a shirt on several times around their pool and had gotten a good look at the athletic body that her daughter got to enjoy on a nightly basis. Regardless of his physical appeal, Kayla knew that she should not have derived and sort of gratification from the words he spoke to her that night. But she knew that she did. She knew that hearing him call her hot had made her blush. And she could not lie to herself and pretend that when he told her that if she were his wife, he would never let her leave the bedroom, that she had not felt at least a little aroused by the prospect of this young stud fantasizing about her sexually. And deep down, she knew that when he said 'The things I would do to you if I had you in my bed', she could not help but imagine what it would be like. She knew all these things, and she felt horrible about it. However, at the same time she felt something else. Glancing over at her snoring husband, one of her hands slowly slid under the covers and made its way down her body. Slipping underneath her silk nightie, her fingers instinctively found their way into her panties. She let out a gasp. Not only from the touch of her own flesh, but also from her amazement at just how wet she had become. Yes, she most certainly felt something else indeed... *** "Hello Jason." Kayla greeted as the door opened, more than a hint of disdain in her voice. "Is Kristen here?" "She's just in the shower." He responded with a friendly smile as he stood in the doorway. "C'mon in." He added, motioning for her to enter. Dreading the thought of the inevitable confrontation she was about to engage in with her son, she hesitantly walked into the house. She squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath as she stepped past him, unsure of what reaction to expect from the young man. "She should be out in a few minutes." He informed her regarding her daughter's expected presence. "Good," she replied. "That will give us time to talk." Leaning against the arm of the living room sofa, he cracked a sly grin at her statement. "And what shall we talk about?" He queried half-mockingly. "How about your inappropriate behaviour the other night for starters?" She snapped back, clearly irritated by his apparent attempt at making light of his previous actions. "Inappropriate behaviour?" Jason asked in pseudo-shock. "The completely unacceptable comments you made to me?" She barked back at him, becoming increasingly frustrated by his cavalier attitude. "What? Do you expect me to apologize?" He replied, evidently in disbelief at the mere notion of expressing regret for his words. "Well that would be a start." Kayla answered, her stare burning with exasperation. "You're an incredibly beautiful, sexy woman." He responded with a shake of his head and a smirk on his lips. "I'm not gonna apologize for wanting you." Once again she felt her face turn beet red at the sound of his words - half from embarrassment and half from pure rage. She could not believe what she was hearing from her son -- again. Speechless, she stood in front of him in shock. "Just look at you," he continued. "Look how hot you look right now. It's enough to drive any man crazy. I mean shit, look how amazing your tits look in that shirt." Her breasts did look good in that particular shirt -- and she knew it. She wore a soft cotton, coffee bean brown Henley sweater that was contoured to hug all the right places. Only two of the six buttons on the neckline placket were done up, allowing just a hint of the bosom lurking underneath to be on display. A pair of tight fitting, vintage boot cut blue jeans clung seductively to her curvy legs, while her feet resided in a pair of fire engine red, leather peep-toed four inch wedge pumps. "Jason!" She finally shot back, still in disbelief at this even more outrageous continuation of his deplorable remarks. "That's enough!" "What?" He scoffed. "You wanted to talk about it, so let's talk." "No," she replied, the layers of barely-there blonde curls splashing from side to side as she shook her head in defiance. "Don't you turn this around on me." "I've wanted you ever since we met." He pressed on, ignoring her plea for him to stop. "You know damn well how sexy you are." He did have a point there. Kayla had always worked hard to keep herself in shape and took great care in maintaining her looks, and she had always felt confident in the results of those efforts. Her body was in very good shape for a mother of two and a woman her age. She was well toned and still maintained her curves in all the right places. While not busty by any stretch of the imagination, her breasts were a decent size, and thankfully for her, had not sagged too much as the years ticked by. Her face only hinted at her age, with a few wrinkles around the eyes the only signs on an otherwise unblemished appearance. And any trace of greying hair was well concealed on her bottle blonde head of shoulder length hair. "This has to stop." She demanded, fearful of not only her daughter walking in on the conversation, but also of where it could lead to next. "Tell me you've never thought about it?" He asked, again ignoring her appeal for him to halt his words. "Tell me you never imagine what it would be like." She felt sick to her stomach as she listened to him talk. Never in her life had anyone spoken to her in such a manner. "Jason, please..." she whispered, too stunned to even formulate more of a verbal protest. "I've wanted to fuck you since the moment I laid eyes on you." He proclaimed, stepping closer to her as he spoke. "Tell me you don't want the same thing." He reached out gently placed a hand on the side of her cheek. She jumped back immediately, a jolt running down her spine as their flesh connected. Her mouth opened to speak but no words came out. Quickly she turned around and rushed out the door. As she hurried to her car, she was almost gasping to catch her breath. Her heart was racing and her whole body was trembling. She could not believe what she had just heard. Nor could she believe her reaction to it. Once again, Kayla's emotions were waging war within her. She was furious. She was embarrassed. She was confused. She was aroused. Getting into her car, she cursed out loud, not only at what had just happened, but the apparent involuntary pleasure she was subconsciously getting from it. Her nipples were rock hard and standing at attention and she get feel the moisture in between her legs. And all she could think about was fucking her son... *** Kayla moaned softly as she rubbed the tip of her husband's dick against her clit, then rose up and inserted the head into her slick pussy. She tenderly bit down on her lower lip and stayed in that position for a few seconds before slowly sinking down, impaling herself on his cock. He glided into her with no effort at all, her snatch already dripping wet. She let out a stifled cry as she rose up again, until just the head was still in, then slid back down again, slowly. "Oh Richard..." she whispered as she began to swing her hips back and then forward so the base of his penis massaged the underside of her clit. They both moaned in pleasure as she started rocking sideways and then quickly began to bounce up and down. He lay back, barely able to move, as she moved for the both of them and he watched in rapt ecstasy. Her hands were on her knees, bouncing her ass up and down on his manhood. She pounded onto him relentlessly, fucking him harder than she had ever before. She was insatiable. He put his hands around her waist in an attempt to control her thrashing so he could concentrate on slamming her as fast as he could back down onto his dick. "Yes, yes, yes..." she moaned, deep down in her throat, as her fingers pried his off her hips and lifted her hands up to her chest. She guided his fingers onto her nipples, making him pinch and twist the hard nubs as she started swinging her hips back and forth again with stronger and faster strokes. Her swollen clit rubbed feverishly against the top of his dick and her moaning grew louder with each thrust. Kayla squeezed her eyes shut as her breasts bounced up and down in time with his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. She moaned in pleasure as feelings of guilt collided with feelings of mind-blowing rapture. Her mind was unable to get Jason and his words out of her thoughts, even as she made love to her husband. The conflicting emotions within her were fuelling her enthusiastic fucking, giving her sensations she had never before experienced. She leaned forward and started thrusting her pussy back onto his cock to force him as deep as possible. He continued to fondle her dancing tits as he pushed himself up to lick at her erect nipples, one after the other. As much as she hated herself for doing it, she could not stop replaying her son's words in her head. She knew that just remembering his taboo remarks turned her on in a very basic, primal way. "Oh yes! Yes!" She cried out, her physical and mental stimulation both increasing by the second. "Fuck me!" Richard reached down and took hold of her ass, pushing her fiery snatch down to meet his cock as he thrust even deeper into her. They both moaned and sighed with pleasure. Her eyes were still clamped shut and her emotions were still running wild. She could feel a gigantic orgasm building within her and she knew damn well how to kick-start the explosion. Kayla varied her motion a bit, swinging her hips back and forth, and then she changed again into a clockwise motion, rising partially off her husband's cock, swinging across and then sinking back down so he was fully imbedded again. She continued like this, changing every few strokes to prolong their mutual bliss, but she also had another technique to push her to her own climax. To her own self-loathing, she freely allowed her mind to finally go where she knew she wanted it to. Her eyes pressed shut and riding her husband, she fantasized that she was fucking Jason. She pictured her daughter's husband beneath her, his hard cock deep in her hungry pussy she bounced up and down on top of him. Her imagination finitely detailed her hands balancing herself against his muscular chest as her eyes locked onto his devilish stare and roguish grin. She could feel her orgasm building rapidly as her moaning and panting increased with each image her dirty mind projected. Richard groaned, his own release seemingly imminent as she once again started the forward and back strokes. He put his hands back on her hips to steady her as she swung her hips back and forth, faster and faster. Kayla's mind was racing. In her head she was fucking her son for all she was worth. It was all she could do to stop herself from shouting out his name as she bucked back and forth atop her husband. She felt like a whore. Emotionally cheating on the man she loved. Even worse, feeding her sexual release with a sick and twisted lust for her daughter's husband. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" She cried out, her long anticipated eruption finally arriving. She sprawled forward onto his chest as he squeezed her hips and started jamming her pussy down while thrusting his cock up. Her hips gyrated wildly on top of him as she began to come. Both her hands clutched at his chest as her mind fantasized that she was climaxing on top of Jason. Her spasming cunt gripped Richard's cock like a vice and she felt him blow his load, all the while imagining another man filling her pussy with his nectar. Finally their bodies began to relax and he wrapped his arms around his wife's sweaty body. They lay there, both exhausted, and both thinking very different things... *** "What the Hell do you want?" Kayla asked belligerently as she opened the door and saw her son standing in front of her. "Nice to see you too," Jason replied with his usual smirk of self confidence. "Kristen asked me to drop of these books for you." Her fear and anxiety already building with the thought of yet another possible altercation with her daughter's husband, she quickly snatched the books from his hand. "Thanks." She replied sarcastically, turning away quickly and hoping that he would take the hint and leave with no further incident. "What, no time to chat?" He mockingly countered, as he took it upon himself to follow her into her house. She cursed to herself and then took a deep breath, bracing for another war of words with the brash young man. "You need to leave," she began, clearly wanting to put a stop to any conversation before it began. "What's the matter?" He interrupted. "Don't trust yourself alone with me?" "What? No, I..." she started to stammer, lost, as usual to find a response to his bravado. "I don't blame you," he continued, the customary devilish grin creeping across his lips as he looked her up and down. "I don't trust myself around you either. I mean, just look at you." Kayla immediately felt her face flush and her pulse quicken, not to mention her nipples stiffen and pussy tingle as his gaze locked on her body. She hated him for how he made her feel. But even more so, she hated herself for feeling it. Jason was right though, she did look good. She wore a shapely, tight-fitting soft grey off-the-shoulder top, paired with a simple, yet stylish chocolate brown linen drawstring skirt that fell just below her knees. A pair of black, soft suede peep-toe sandals with a four inch wedge completed the outfit. "Get out." She started again, horrified at the thought of their interaction continuing any further. "You don't really want me to leave, do you?" He continued, ignoring her demand for him to depart. Quickly, she turned away from him, unable to look him in the eye as he spoke. She could not think straight. Everything was happening so fast. She knew that she should want him to go. Suddenly, she felt him move in behind her, his body close enough to lightly press against hers. "Please," she pleaded softly, her heart pounding as she desperately tried to end whatever was happening before things got out of hand. "Tell me you haven't been thinking about it." He asked rhetorically, his breath hot on her bare shoulder as he stood behind her. "Tell me you don't picture me when you slide your fingers into that pussy and pleasure yourself. Tell me that when you make love to your husband you never close your eyes and fantasize that I'm the one you're fucking." Astounded by the accuracy of his comments, but also disgusted with herself for the very same reason, Kayla grimaced as she felt his groin pressing against her ass as he spoke. "Jason, please..." she sighed, struggling to find the words to protest. "I know," he continued, ignoring her whispered pleas. "This sexual tension between us is killing you. I know. It's killing me too." She felt her stomach quiver as his truthful words hit her. He was absolutely right, it was killing her, and she hated both of them for it. Her Daughter's Husband Ch. 02 "Can you pass the salt, Jason?" Kayla Schofield politely asked as she motioned to the left of her son. "Here you go," he replied respectfully as he handed her the crystal shaker, their eyes only briefly meeting, betraying nothing to the other guests at the table. She could not help but let a mischievous little smile spread across her lips, if only for an instant. It was these little moments that often provided, to her own shame, the most excitement. It had been over three years since she had begun her torrid love affair with her daughter's husband, and there was seemingly no end in sight to their ongoing unfaithfulness. Not that she had any true desire for it to conclude, despite the frequent bouts of guilt and self-degradation that their adulterous trysts brought about for her. Kayla despised herself for what she had been doing to both her husband Richard and their daughter Kristen for all this time. Some days she could barely even look at herself in the mirror, the reflection staring back at her a reminder of what a disloyal wife and deceitful mother she had become. Even worse, she loathed the fact that, despite how bad she felt about betraying her family, her wanton lust left her unable, or perhaps unwilling, to put a stop to any of it. If any such thoughts weighed on Jason's conscience, she certainly did not see it. Such moral dilemmas had never seemed to bother him, especially when it came to his clandestine relationship with his mother. Even in the beginning, when he brazenly pursued her, in spite of her repeated objections, he seemed to have no regard for the potential consequences of his actions, should anyone ever find out. Even after she finally gave into his advances, and her own taboo desires, and began to fully and eagerly participate in their illicit encounters, she always did so with some reservations and a deep seeded remorse for their indiscretions. But with him, there was only carnal enjoyment of the rendezvous, never any semblance of regret or hesitation. Kayla inconspicuously glanced at him from time to time as she ate her meal, careful to vary the intervals and duration of her peeks at her lover so as to not arouse any suspicion from the other dinner guests. Twenty years younger than she was, he was handsome in a rough, hard-muscled way, with sandy brown hair, dark, smoldering eyes and an intensely masculine presence, a certain charisma that would resonate with any woman. His strong chest looked especially inviting tonight in an expensive knit navy polo that nicely hugged his well-defined pecs and shoulders. During one of her glimpses at Jason she clearly caught his attention and she saw that familiar, predatory look in his eye, at once causing her heart rate to rise in both exhilaration and trepidation. She realized that a shared moment like this between them in front of others was a dangerous game to be playing, but she also knew that it excited her, and him no doubt as well. Just being beside him at a meal was enough to get her blood pumping. She had maneuvered herself to the seat alongside him when everyone was arranging themselves for dinner, making sure to brush up against him as they sat down, seemingly innocent to anyone watching but strategically enough to make sure her breasts rubbed against his arm, just enough to send a tingle rushing through her body. A sly move that she knew he enjoyed, and even anticipated from her. She also was acutely aware of how he had been subtly ogling her prior to dinner from across the room as the dinner guests mingled and chatted earlier. Knowing that his eyes were on her always put a smile on her face and tonight was no different. Though almost 50, Kayla was still a very attractive woman with a slender body that was kept under strict control through rigorous exercise three times a week and a meticulously healthy diet. She was showing off her curves tonight in a suggestive teal long sleeved dress that fell just above knee length and featured a flattering empire waistline and evocative v-neckline that gave a subtle peak at her still ample cleavage. A pair of black strappy, open toe high heels and some understated makeup competed her look as the smooth, side-parted roots of her blonde-going-slightly-gray hair burst into a flurry of tight curls through her shoulder-touching hairstyle. Once their gazes met, in that fleeting instant, she immediately figured that, based on the knowing look, Jason had something in mind. It would not take long for her to find out exactly what that idea was either. From the corner of her eye, she saw him reach down for his napkin and bring it up to his mouth, neatly wiping at those lips of his that she found so delectable. Placing the serviette back across his lap, she became acutely aware of the fact that his right hand did not return from beneath the dinner table. A shiver ran through her body as she felt his skin press against hers. The heat of his flesh surged against her leg and he touched just above her knee. Slowly he began to run his hand up her smooth thigh to the hem of her dress, then slipped his fingers effortlessly under the lace trim of the garment. He made his way up higher, drifting north to the soft juncture of her well-formed legs and compelling her to squeeze her thighs together. Taking a large sip of her red wine, she stared at the glass, feeling like the eyes of everyone at the table were upon her, but knowing that in reality they had no idea what was going on under the white linen tablecloth. She felt her legs being pushed apart ever so slowly and, disinclined to resist, she brought the glass back up to her lips and almost finished her wine just as his fingers began to trace the outline of her panties. The first touch was very light as he gently rubbed the strip of neatly trimmed pubic hair that lay beneath the already damp material. She could not help but moan ever so slightly as he began moving his fingers back and forth, stroking the engorged outer lips of her aroused pussy. "What's that dear?" Richard's voice suddenly broke in, snapping her back to reality. "Um, more wine?" she replied quickly, as she picked up her glass and lovingly smiled at her husband, trying desperately to not give away what her son was doing to her under the table. Kayla urgently wanted his fingers inside of her and had to take a long, slow sip of her fresh glass of wine as she felt his hand finally slide under her panties. Instinctively her legs spread apart slightly, inviting her lover to move toward her opening. She was already so aroused that his fingers easily glided between the wet folds of her inner lips. Gradually, he rubbed a little harder back and forth, nearly driving her mad with desire. Finally, his thumb and middle finger pushed her engorged lips apart and his thick index finger sunk wholly into her yearning body. She had to stifle a squeal as he began to rotate his digit within her, rubbing the wet flesh of her vaginal walls with each amazing little circle. It did not take long for him to add to her pleasure, as soon his middle finger joined the first, pushing into her slowly up to the knuckle. She intuitively started moving her hips with the movement of his hand and involuntarily exhaled a deep, low breath. "You okay, mom?" Kristen asked her mother in response to her audible sigh, rousing her from her almost dreamlike state. Sure sweetheart, she thought to herself, just fine. Other than the fact that your husband is finger-fucking me right now as we speak. "Of course honey," she replied as Jason's fingers pushed into her further, now moving at a quicker pace as his thumb glanced over her aching clit. "Just getting full, that's all." Her hands clutched at her napkin as the shameful fingering continued. She could swear that the sloshing noises coming from in between her legs could be heard by everyone at the table. "Well save some room for desert." her loving, unknowing daughter replied with a sweet smile. Kayla returned the smile and cursed herself silently for what she had become. Looking into her own child's eyes as the man she loved penetrated her repeatedly with his highly skilled fingers. How could she have let things get to this point? And why did she continue to let it carry on? She knew that the answer to either question was irrelevant. The fact of the matter was that she was trapped. Held hostage by her own addiction to the way Jason made her feel. He knew it too. Almost as if he could read her mind, he began moving in and out of her in a fast, smooth rhythm, almost challenging her not to pump her hips in time with his tempo. He knew that he was able to tap into those deeply hidden recesses of her psyche whenever they were together, unleashing that wanton sexual being that lay dormant for all those years before he brought it out of her. Struggling to stifle the trembling that was welling up inside of her, she squirmed as he held his fingers deep inside her, then slowly begin to move them back and forth in a scissoring movement. Her head started spinning and her legs quivered as she felt her orgasm wash over her. Almost immediately, he pulled his hand away and to her surprise brought it out from under the table. "Well, I think I'm about ready for some desert myself," he declared to the table, mercifully drawing everyone's attention to himself as she slumped slightly in her chair and attempted to regain some composure. "That was delicious," he added. To her shock and shameful arousal, she watched as he lifted his right hand to his mouth and, while making sure to quickly dart his eyes for a quick look into hers, licked his fingers right there in front of everyone. He let out a satisfied groan as he consumed the gooey mess and enjoyed the sweet flavors of her juices. "Don't be rude, honey." Kristen fake scolded him as he sucked his fingers clean. "Oh, I'm sorry, did you want some?" He quickly replied, extending his hand toward his wife. Kayla's heart skipped more than a beat at his cavalier display. She was sure that her daughter, along with everyone else at the table could smell the aroma of her sex around the table. "Ugh, men." Kristen playfully shot back as she flicked away his hand with her napkin, eliciting a laugh from her father. "Don't ask me either, Jason. I've had my fill too." He said with a chuckle to his son. Kayla felt like she was going to throw up, her nerves in tatters and heart racing so fast that she thought she might actually have a coronary. "Excuse me." She said quietly and swiftly got up to leave the table. After desert, as the gathering moved out of the dining room, Kayla told her husband that she needed some air and was going to step out for a quick walk. The dinner party was at her aunt's home in the country and she thought that the crisp of the cool fall night would do her some good after the ordeal at the table. She told Richard that she was fine on her own and he should stay back and socialize while she just took a brisk walk around the acre lot. A few minutes after her mother's departure, Kristen and Jason joined her father in a small circle of relatives chatting about the usual family matters. "Where did mom go?" she asked quietly. "Oh she just stepped out for some fresh air," Richard replied. "A bit too much wine I think." He added with a snicker. "I'll check up on her," Jason quickly jumped in, sensing his next opportunity. "I could do with some fresh air myself." "Thanks, Jay. Appreciate it." His unwitting father complimented. "Please," Kristen chimed in. "You're just going out for a smoke." Jason shot her a quick wink as he hurried out the door. It did not take long for him to find Kayla. He was seemingly like a bloodhound when it came to sensing her and anticipating her movements. She was only about 25 or 30 yards away, leaning against one of the cars parked out by the detached garage, with her back to the house. He was almost to her by the time she heard him. "Jason," she said with a start as he neared, but quickly recomposed herself. "What the hell were you thinking?" "Relax," he countered with his usual sly grin as he took a drag off his cigarette. "Nobody knew anything was going on." "Well they sure as hell could have." She replied indignantly. He let out a chuckle as he studied her pouting face and disapproving eyes. Whenever she was cross with him he just saw it as an entertaining challenge to bend her to his will. "Oh c'mon baby," he toyed as he moved closer to her. "You loved it." "It wasn't funny." She stood her ground, trying to look him in the eye and hold her resolve. "We could have been caught." "Your right," he acquiesced as he took another pull from his smoke, giving her the chance to cool off a bit. "I'm sorry." He extended his hand and offered her his cigarette, "Friends?" She could not help but grin as she took it from him. He knew that Richard hated it when she took a few puffs every now and then when she had a few drinks. And besides, she could not bring herself to stay mad at him for long. He watched intently as she brought the cigarette to her lips and drew in deeply, snapping off a sexy French inhale before finally blowing a long plume of blue smoke into the night air. She knew he liked watching her smoke and smiled seductively back at him as she returned the cigarette to her mouth for a second go-round. "You know," he whispered as he took the cigarette from her and finished it off. "No one's gonna catch us out here." Kayla's heart started racing again. His words, coupled with the look in his eyes assured her that he was serious. She swallowed hard tried to think fast. "We can't," she stammered out, not wanting to press their luck twice in one night. "It's too risky." He leaned in and pressed his lips tenderly against hers, almost reassuring and lovingly. Slowly his hand touched her cheek and gradually slide around to the back of her neck. Then suddenly his kiss became harder and she felt his hand grip her curly locks tightly. He tugged her head away from his and stared into her eyes with an unflinching will. "I wasn't asking baby." Jason informed her with total authority as she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being lowered. She looked down and watched as he pulled out his semi-hard cock and slowly began to stroke it. Her eyes followed his hand, momentarily mesmerized. Before she really knew what was happening, he pushed her down onto her knees, waiting to be thrust into the next phase of her night of arousal and shameless depravity. Pulling her forward towards manhood, he felt her hesitate and almost resist for a second. "Do it." He ordered, as he pushed the tip of his dick against her lips and slowly began to rub it against her lips, painting them with his salty pre-cum. Finally, she took his cock in her hand and he saw that dirty spark in her eye as she looked up at him. Slowly and deliberately she began to lick from his balls to the swelling head of his prick. He tightened the grip on her hair, but before he even had a chance to force his aching dick into her mouth he felt the warm, wet sensation of it around his throbbing meat. At first she sucked just the end of his dick, teasing him by holding him in between her lips while she worked him over with her tongue. Gradually though, she took more and more in until her head was bobbing back and forth at a good, steady pace. "That's it Kayla," he encouraged as she began to suck and stroke him more aggressively. "Show me how good of a cocksucker you are." She felt her face flush at his words. As much as she wanted to please her lover with her oral skills, his objectification and degradation always welled up mixed emotions within her. She simultaneously hated his domination over her while craving to be his slut to use as he pleased. He released the grip on her head and she took the opportunity to pull away from him for a much needed breath. Looking up at him in total submission, she licked her lips, flicked her hair out of her face and immediately resumed her duties on his penis. She slid her mouth about two-thirds of the way down his shaft before stopping, her lips stretching to cover the girth. Not content with her progress, he grabbed the back of her head began to force the rest of his cock into her stretched mouth. Breathing heavily through her nose, she held onto his hips with both hands as he drove the head of his erection down her throat and began to face-fuck her. "Fuck yeah," he groaned as her lips made contact with the pubic base of his rock hard dick and he felt her nose touch his stomach thanks to her incredible deep throat action. "Take it all you fucking slut." She could feel every vein and ridge of his cock and her eyes began to water as she looked up at him. A smug, satisfied smile tattooed his lips as he enjoyed every moment of watching her devour him like an obedient concubine. Eventually, he let go of her head and she was finally able to pull away, releasing his cock head with a popping noise. A long string of saliva hung between her lips and his dick as she panted for air on her knees in front of him. "Goddamn it baby," he beamed, "you just get better at that every fucking time." Her face flushed and she had to look away from him at the sound of such degrading praise. Deep down she loved it, even though she knew what kind of horrible person it made her to do so. Slowly her breathing started to regulate as she prepared for the continuation of her oral duties. To her surprise, he took her by the chin and gently guided her back up to a standing position. Once there he kissed her passionately. Then, just as softly as he had brought her up to her feet he quickly and powerfully spun her around and bent her over the hood of the nearby car. She knew what was to come next. "Jason, please," she half-heartedly pleaded as he hiked up her dress and tugged the crotch of her panties to one side. "We shouldn't..." Ignoring her words, he lifted her ass slightly and positioned his cock at the wet opening of her cunt. Slowly he began to rub the rock hard head against her puffy lips and slippery clit, a low moan emanating from her in response. "Tell me what you want." He demanded. "Fuck me." She quickly responded, looking back at him with lust in her eyes, her hands bracing herself on the hood of the car, arms held straight in preparation. Slick with her pussy juices, he eased the head of his prick past her swollen lips and slowly pushed half of his length into her. Another moan emitted from her as he withdrew his cock back out until he could barely see the head, then abruptly thrust his thickness back inside her, nearly all the way. "Ugh," she grunted as he gripped her hips and shoved the last few inches of his hard meat into her wet vice. "Fuck." Pausing briefly as he was buried deep inside her, he groaned in satisfaction as her pussy muscles tightened around his shaft. He began to rock his hips back, then forward shoving his dick in and out in a steady rhythm as she began to hump back against him. Leaning his body back slightly he watched his cock slide out of her and then back in as his hands slid along the bottom of the dress covering her ass down to the smooth skin of her outer thighs. "That's it Kayla," he growled as she gripped and un-gripped his manhood with her expert vaginal muscles. "Take it like the slut you are." She squeezed her eyes shut and shifted slightly, moving onto her elbows and lifting her ass further into the air. His hands tightened around her waist and he began to hammer away at her, thundering into her hole and sending her bouncing into the side of the car with each thrust. The front of her legs and ass both turning red as he continued his assault. He ran one hand from her waist over her ass and down across her hip before reaching around to find the hard bump of her clit. Once there, he immediately began vigorously rubbing her sensitive spot and she began bucking almost uncontrollably, throwing her head back and arching her body in ecstasy. Seconds later he pulled his hand from between her legs and brought it up to her face. Instinctively and hungrily she took his fingers into her mouth and tasted herself. Her Daughter's Husband Ch. 02 "Yes baby," Jason praised as the sloppy, wet sound of their sex filled the night air around them, "you love the taste of that dirty fucking pussy don't you?" "Mmm hmm..." she moaned, looking back at him compliantly as he pulled out and slowly pushed back into her until his entire shaft was buried in her once again. Pulling his fingers from her mouth, he grabbed a chunk of her hair and wrapped her sexy curls around his palm. He began pulling back as he pounded into her, pistoning his thick cock in and out of her greedy box as she thrashed beneath him. "Look over there," he whispered in her ear as he leaned forward, pressing his chest against her back. "See who's in the window baby?" Kayla looked up and for the first time saw the window of the nearby house that he was referring to. Through the large bay window she could see half her family. Cousins, aunts and uncles... but worst of all her husband and daughter. "Oh my God," she cried out, a surge of panic shooting through her immediately as she started to struggle and squirm against him. "Calm down slut," he condescendingly reassured her. "They can't see us out here in the dark." She knew he was probably right, but that did little to cool her pounding heart as he continued to pump his hips and thrust in and out of her relentlessly. "What would they think if they saw you like this?" He mocked shamelessly. "Bent over and taking it like a whore." She tried to respond, but he once again sank deep inside her and all she could muster was a low grunt. "What would Richard think of his good little wife?" He pressed as he continued to work her over. "Oh God," she breathed, imagining her husband discovering what she had been doing with Jason. "What would he say?" He asked again, blasting away at her cunt as he tugged at her hair for emphasis. "Look at him and tell me." "He'd call me a slut." She finally managed to spit out as he slowed his pace and ground his hips into her ass with each thrust. "And that's what you are, aren't you?" He whispered as he leaned in close, kissing her neck as he still gripped her hair. "Yes, fuck yes." She moaned as he rotated his hips in a circle, mashing against her ass as his cock massaged the walls of her pussy. "Tell me what you are." He commanded. "I'm a fucking slut." She cried out, feeling her second orgasm of the night approaching rapidly. "That's it," he encouraged. "Now look at your daughter and admit what you are." "No, I can't..." she stammered, not willing to degrade herself or Kristen like that for his heartless pleasure. "Tell her how much you love fucking her husband." He pushed, desperate to break her will. Kayla shook her head back and forth and almost sobbed, her resolve dwindling with each pump of his cock in and out of her pussy. "You'll cum won't you slut," he decreed. "You're such a fucking whore that you'll cum admitting to your little girl how hot you are for your son." He knew he was right and could tell she was close, so he yanked on her curls again and plowed as deep into her as he could. "Do. It. Whore," he snarled into her ear, each word coming out singularly in time with his thrusts. "Cum like the slut we both know you are." She tried to fight the eruption inside her but it was too late to deny the obvious. Her eyes widened and she gasped as it began to overcome her. "Yes, fuck yes!" She almost screamed. "I love fucking my daughter's husband! I'm a fucking whore." Her body shook and he felt her pussy spasm and vibrate around his dick. "Look at them while you cum on my cock." He told her as he fucked her though her orgasm. "It fucking turns you on doesn't it slut?" "Yes, fuck yes." She whimpered. "It turns me on." Jason did not need and further encouragement. He felt the cum churning in his strained balls and rise up through his throbbing cock. Wave after wave spurted into his mother's warm pussy as she continued to shudder against him, coming down off her own release. Instinctively, she reached back and grabbed his head, craning her head back and pulling him in for a deep, wet kiss. Suddenly he pulled away and looked deep into her watery, submissive eyes. He moved back from her and withdrew his softening prick from her dripping cunt. "Now get yourself cleaned up," he said as he zipped up and smirked at Kayla. "We'd better get back to your husband and daughter." Her Daughter's Husband "We can end the tension." He breathed in her ear, leaning in closer, his nose pressing into her softly layered blonde curls. "You know we can end it right here and now. Just say the word and I'll give you what you want. What you need." "No, I..." she began to protest, unsure of how to respond. "I know you want it Kayla." He whispered, pausing to place his lips on her shoulder and gingerly kiss the flesh beside her exposed bra strap. "I know you want it just as much as I do... maybe even more." She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing it all were just a dream. Her body shivered as his lips touched her skin and his pelvis pressed against her ass. "Jason, we can't..." she argued softly. "Tell me you want it." He insisted, as he continued to alternate between kissing her neck and nuzzling into her hair. "Ask me and I'll give it to you." Her breath was becoming ragged and her heart raced. Once again, he had manipulated her emotions into a battle within her. "I can't," she finally stammered out. "I won't." "Tell me," he persisted, ignoring her attempts at resistance. "Ask me to make love to you. Tell me you want me to fuck you." She could barely breathe. Her knees felt weak. Her nipples were rock hard. Her pussy was sopping wet. "Please..." she pleaded, barely loud enough for him to hear. "I can't do this." "Say it Kayla." He whispered, his lips pressed against her ear and his groin grinding against her ass. "Tell me what you want. Ask me to fuck you." "Yes." She moaned softly, finally relenting. "Fuck me Jason, fuck me." *** Kayla let out an unadulterated moan of satisfaction as the very tip of his tongue grazed the outer edge of her cunt. She forced her eyes open just long enough to glance down and see the top of her sons head bobbing up and down in between her legs before she squeezed them shut again, desperate to focus all her attention on the pleasure she was receiving, rather than the circumstances surrounding her ill-gotten bliss. With her skirt hiked up around her waist and her white lace low-rise v-string panties pulled over to one side, she shivered and groaned as he began to nibble up and down each side of her labia. Slowly his mouth opened and he enveloped her wet folds completely. His tongue swirling inside of her, restlessly lashing the hot entrance to her pussy, she could not help but cry out his name in ecstasy. "Yes! Oh, Jason yes!" She bellowed, encouraging her daughter's husband in his oral adventures in between her legs. She let out a submissive mew as his gentle fingers softly peeled back the hood of her fiery clit and then his lips slowly pressed against the glistening red button. Her entire body jerked and she let out a short scream of pleasure as his tongue pressed against her clit. Immediately, she thrust her mound upwards, relentlessly grinding it into his face. "Yes, oh God yes..." she moaned, a powerful orgasm quickly building within her. "Eat my pussy." Her breathing ragged and her body trembling, he slowly eased a finger into her wet slit, massaging her fuck hole as his tongue continued to lap at her swollen clit. Within seconds it hit. "Fuck yes!" She wailed as her legs instinctively squeezed together, clamping the young man's head in between her thighs as she thrust her pelvis against him. In no time, her entire body quivered in a giant wave of rapture as her orgasm subsided while he continued to lap up her sweet nectar relentlessly. Gradually, her body fell limp, satisfied and spent. She only shook from her semi-conscious state of bliss when she heard his words. "My turn..." *** Kayla brought her hands up and gingerly touched his stiff dick. He trembled at the contact as she slowly wrapped both her hands around his thick shaft. She took a deep breath and he let out a low moan as his cock pulsed in her grip, a thick bubble of pre-come oozing from the slit at the tip. Then, with a sudden move, she leaned forward and slid the head in between her lips. "Oh fuck yes," Jason groaned as he felt the incredible heat of his mother's mouth. "Suck it." Her swirling tongue offered soft, yet firm, caresses as her hands slid down to the base of his thick member and began to massage his aching balls. She moaned lightly as she tasted the flesh of his dick, working the underside of his shaft with her talented tongue. "That's it baby," he sighed in pleasure. "Suck it. Suck my cock." Not needing any words of encouragement, she slowly stared gliding her soft lips up and down his cock, increasing the strength of her suction with each pass as her fingers fluttered around his shaft and stroked his balls. He gasped in pleasure, one of his hands shooting forward and digging his fingers into the bed of blonde curls at the back of her head as the sensations in between his legs intensified. "Oh, God Kayla," he growled. "It's even better than I thought it would be." She whimpered softly and began sucking harder and deeper, louder and wetter as he pushed back with his hips. But her efforts did not last long. Within a couple of minutes of her intensified activity, she felt his hands thread his fingers through her hair and tug back, breaking her lip-lock with his dick. "Tell me you want it." He demanded once again, looking down at her with a combination of dominance and lust. She tried to avert his eyes, looking away, ashamed of herself. But he was not going to take no for an answer. He tugged a bit harder on her messy blonde mane, forcing her to look up at him. "Tell me," he persisted. "Tell me what you want." Their dialogue almost turned her on as much as the sexual acts themselves. She hated herself for it, but could not deny how aroused it made her to hear him talk to her like that, not to mention how deliciously sexy she felt when she joined the conversation. "Fuck me Jason." She whispered. "I want you to fuck me." *** Kayla let out a low groan as her son's strong hands bent her over the side of the couch. She held her breath as she felt the tip of his rigid cock brush against her slick pussy lips. Her skirt and panties had been pulled off completely now and her hips rocked back and forth almost involuntary, anxiously inviting him in. "Say it again." He ordered, continuing his master manipulation of her. "Fuck me!" She answered immediately, her blonde curls flipping over her shoulder as she looked back at her daughter's husband with lust. They both moaned in pleasure as he took hold of his shaft in one hand and shoved it hard and fast into her hungry cunt. "Is this what you wanted?" He asked. "Is this what you needed?" "Yes! Oh, God yes Jason." She replied. "Fuck me." Immediately she began pushing her ass back towards him to meet the thrusting of his hips. He slapped his strong hands onto her hips and guided her firmly back and forth with each smash of his dick into her. "Tell me," he continued as his balls slapped against her ass. "Is this what you've been fantasizing about?" "Yes..." she whispered in between ragged breaths. "Do you fantasize about this when you masturbate?" He added. "When you fuck your husband?" "Yes..." she confirmed again, ashamed and aroused by her admittance. Reaching forward, he grabbed a handful of her curly hair and pulled her up against him as he continued to slam into her from behind. "Tell me." He breathed into her ear. "Say it." "Yes," she moaned again. "I fantasize about you when I masturbate and when I fuck my husband." "That's it Kayla," he sighed in satisfaction as his hands quickly made their way up to her shoulders and pulled her top down below her white lace push-up bra. "Tell me more." "I wanted to fuck you so bad," she answered immediately, clearly becoming more comfortable with her participation in their illicit dialogue. "I needed it." "You wanted to fuck your daughter's husband, didn't you?" He asked as his hands slid her bra down, exposing her heaving bosom. "Yes," she panted as his fingers took hold of her erect nipples and began to squeeze. "I wanted to fuck my daughter's husband." "It's what you needed wasn't it?" He grunted, using his grip on her tits to force her backward as his hips bucked forward, driving into her hard and deep. "God yes!" She cried out, a mini-orgasm bursting as she said the words. The pace of his thrusts increased with each word of their conversation. By this point her shame was almost completely overshadowed at this point by her the carnal bliss enveloping her. Her entire body trembled in ecstasy. Suddenly she felt his hard cock slip out of her pussy and he quickly repositioned himself, sitting down on the couch that she remained bent over. "Get on it." He ordered with a wicked grin, his words becoming staggered as his breath quickened. *** Kayla straddled his crotch and slowly eased her dripping pussy over his waiting dick. It was already slick with her juices and she moaned softly as his hands took hold of her hips and began guiding her up and down on his hard shaft. Her hands immediately moved to her breasts and she began squeezing and pinching them enthusiastically as she bounced up and down on him. "My God, you wanted this badly didn't you?" He asked, clearly pleased with her eagerness. "So bad, so bad..." was all the response she could muster as her cunt greedily sucked his manhood in and out. "Tell me how long you've wanted it." He demanded, delighting in the power he had over her. "So long Jason!" She cried out, their dialogue immeasurably adding to her building orgasm. "I've wanted to fuck you for a long time." Her hands were all over her chest, massaging her tits and pinching her nipples as her hungry snatch slid up and down on her son. "Tell me how much you love it." He dictated, his hands joining hers on her bouncing bosom. "Tell me how much you love fucking your daughter's husband." "I love it!" She all too happily replied as his fingers tugged at her rock hard nipples. "I love fucking my daughter's husband!" He leaned forward and sucked one of her nipples in between his lips as she bounced harder and faster on top of him, her back arching in uncontrollable contortions as they fucked. Kayla could not believe how turned on she was, not only by the taboo fucking she was engaged in with this young man, but equally by the language the two of them were throwing around while doing so. Never before had she been spoken to like this, nor spoken herself. She could not get enough of it. Her pussy spasmed intensely with their words and she tossed her head from side to side, her tangled curls swinging wildly as she rode his as fast as she could. "Fuck me!" She screamed at the top of her lungs like a woman possessed. "I love fucking my daughter's husband! I wanted it so bad!" Hearing herself admit such unspeakable desires sent her over the top and an orgasm washed over her, the size of which she had never imagined possible. She thrashed and bucked on top of his cock as the thunderous release burst out of her. "Fuck me!" Jason grunted, finally having hit his peak as well. Without another word he quickly pulled her off of his throbbing cock and flipped her onto the couch. Rapidly stroking his throbbing dick, he took aim at her heaving bosom, and exploded. Her eyes widened in surprise as she felt the strands of his hot come splash onto her tits. As he finished off, he looked down at her with a satisfied grin and guided his softening prick to her lips. He let out a groan as she willingly slipped it into her mouth. Kayla looked up at her son as her tongue washed over his cock. She could hardly believe how fulfilling it felt to admit her taboo desires and act out on such illicit fantasies. Never before had she felt so completely satisfied... and so completely ashamed.