****** My Daughter's Husband by Veronica ******
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My Daughter's Husband


I took a long drag from my Winston and gazed at him over the top of my tortoise
shell frames. I sat with my legs crossed, one smooth, charcoal stockinged knee
exposed through my dress skirt, unbuttoned from the hem.

He sat at the breakfast table, reading the paper in his underwear, as he
usually did on weekday mornings. I had gotten quite used to seeing my son-in-
law in various stages of dress, since he and my daughter had moved in. But on
this cold November morning, something was noticeably different. His boxers were
open slightly, revealing the bulbous tip and vertical slit of his large, thick
penis, flaccid. He just sat there with his dick out, as if nothing were
unusual.

I had noticed it when I passed by him to pour my first cup of coffee, expecting
him to adjust himself. I wanted to look, of course, but what would he think?
Through the corner of my eye, I could see him groping with his crotch behind
the paper as I reached into the cabinet for a cup. When I turned to sit down at
the table, I was astonished to see that he'd pulled the head out a little
farther. I turned my eyes slowly, pretending not to notice. I decided to play
along with him rather than say something, intrigued and more than a little
aroused. What could he hope to accomplish by doing that? I asked myself.
Surely, he wanted me to see it.

As the thought flashed through my mind, I became aware that my nipples were
hard against the cups of the navy blue silk bra I'd found in Singapore, He
looked up from the paper as he reached for his coffee. Nothing in his facial
expression would indicate he had anything sexual in mind. He looked completely
casual. Nothing deliberate about it. Oh my prick is showing? Oops. Sorry.

I began to feel rather warm and wet. He was a desirable man and I wanted him,
even if he was married to my daughter. The tension was almost unbearable. I
made my decision. I dropped my coffee spoon on the floor under the table. To
make it look good, I cursed as I slid out of my chair to retrieve it. From this
vantage point, I thought, I'll have a few seconds to study it without him
noticing.

He spread his knees slightly. I watched breathlessly as the shaft stiffened and
bounced. Just my being close to him was making him hard. I hesitated, then gave
in to a wild impulse. I crawled over to him, silent as a cat, and blew lightly
on the head from less than an inch away. Immediately, his member jumped to
attention, just grazing my red lips as I pulled back, startled.

He put the newspaper aside and looked down at me kneeling at his feet as his
erection bobbed in my face.

"Found it," I said, picking up the lost spoon.

"You like?" he smiled.

"Mmm, hmm." I answered.

He beat his meat in front of me. I watched while he pulled his ample foreskin
back and forth rapidly. His cockhead grew even larger as he stroked. I watched
him expand to his full length, mushroom rim flaring as he teased his wand to
orgasm. I couldn't control myself. I opened my mouth and beckoned him to come
in it. In seconds, my face, freshly made for the business day, was coated in
viscous, pearlescent milk. I writhed in pleasure as he unloaded. I tasted his
custard on my tongue, hot thick, love lather, strong and salty. My puss tingled
with delight as I reveled in submission to his big, sexy dick.

I drink my son-in-law's semen regularly now. It's become a habit. He whips it
out and I kneel and pray for rain. I am his to use as he pleases. I hope he
never tells my daughter. That would be no fun.

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