I'm Such A Whore

PART 1

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Aimee carried her laundry basket up the stairs of her Westchester home, wiping a sweaty strand of blonde hair off her brow. She had grown to despise the vast staircase between the first and second floor of her father-in-law's mansion; it felt to her like she went up and down it a thousand times a day. Aimee's husband, Kevin, had insisted they move here when Kevin's father had a bad turn in health. Kevin wanted his father cared for by family, which meant the burden fell on Aimee to care for her father-in-law and his massive house. Kevin was kept busy running the family company; Aimee felt like she barely saw her husband anymore, so busy was he.

Setting the laundry down in the upstairs hall, Aimee knocked on her father-in-law's bedroom door. "Robert? Are you awake?" She heard him beckon her in and entered to find the sixty three year-old man sitting upon his bed in a robe. "How are you today?"

"I feel good today." Robert replied, "At least I have my breath."

Robert Tucci was a powerful man, having made his fortune in textiles. He was a millionaire several times over and was an influential man in the upstate New York area of his home. Aimee had barely known him until he suffered a heart attack six months previous, when she and Robert had moved in to care for the household and family affairs. Robert handled the business while Aimee cared for Robert and the house. Aimee resented the decision at first, wanting to start her own family, but couldn't deny her husband. After all, she would've done the same thing had it been her own father.

Robert was a stubborn man at times, refusing the care of servants and cantankerous towards anyone but his daughter-in-law. Aimee had no idea why Robert seemed to favor her so, but assumed it had something to do with Kevin being the eldest and most successful son. Robert had two other sons younger than Kevin, but both seemed content to live off their father's wealth and wait for an inheritance, rather than accomplish anything.

"I'm glad you're feeling well. Can I get you anything? Some breakfast, maybe some juice?" Aimee asked, opening the curtains to allow in the morning sun and picking up some things around Robert's room.

"Why don't you draw me a bath?" Robert asked. He liked to soak in the tub nearly every morning. It was one of Aimee's favorite times of the day, as it gave her an hour to herself. Aimee prepared the tub in the adjoining bathroom, and then left Robert to his own devices. But just as she was about to the bedroom and tend to laundry, she heard Robert call her name from the bathroom.

Aimee poked her head into the bathroom, seeing Robert had already settled into the tub. "Did you need something else?"

"Yes." Robert replied, glancing at Aimee's curvaceous figure. "I need help with something."

Aimee moved towards the tub, assuming Robert needed her help to wash. But she stopped short and inhaled sharply when she saw it.

Robert was slowly stroking his erect penis beneath the water. It was magnificent for a man his age, tall and proud with a large crowning head. Aimee guessed that the thing must be eight inches long (and thick!) which was nearly twice as big as her husband's.

"I must be feeling better." Robert commented, "I haven't had one of these since my heart attack."

Aimee didn't know what to say to that. "John, I..." she had to clear her throat, "I suppose it's a good sign, you must be recovering."

"Yes." Robert agreed. "I have been feeling much better. Almost like myself again."

Aimee couldn't tear her eyes from Robert's penis. It was so big and handsome. She had never been with anyone but Kevin, who now seemed puny in comparison.

"Do you like my cock, sweetie?"

Though she was fascinated by it, Aimee said "Robert, I'm not sure this is very appropriate."

"You can touch it if you want to." Robert said, still slowly stroking.

"I..." Aimee didn't know what to do. She wanted to touch it, she wanted to know what such a big cock would feel like, but she didn't want to be unfaithful to her husband. Not with Kevin's own father!

"Aimee, I want you to touch me. Go ahead, hold my cock. See what it feels like in your hand."

The fact that Kevin had been so busy with work and neglecting his husbandly duties wasn't helping Aimee deny Robert. She was horny, had been for weeks, and it was as though all that pent up frustration suddenly came exploding out of her at the sight of Robert's humungous dick.

"It's been so long since I've been able to be with a woman." Robert told her. "Help an old man out, Aimee. No one will know. Just rub me a little."

Aimee knelt beside the tub, still transfixed by the sight of Robert's monster. She felt a burning between her legs that couldn't be denied, something she had never felt before. "Just this once, okay? Kevin mustn't know."

Robert agreed and Aimee slowly reached into the water to close her hand around his girth. She silently gasped when contact was made, surprised by how hard and hot it was. Robert groaned when he felt Aimee squeeze him, "You're a beautiful girl, you know that? So gorgeous... and my god... those tits..."

Aimee blushed, suddenly self-conscious of her breasts. She was well-endowed in that department, and realized her white tee did little to conceal their size. "Robert please, you're embarrassing me."

"Why would you be embarrassed? You should be proud. You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen. I've always been envious of my son in that regard."

Aimee continued blushing, smiling slightly at the compliments, though she was still having a tough time keeping her eyes off Robert's penis. It had been a long time since she had felt her husband inside her, and she couldn't help but wonder what a large penis like Robert's would feel like. She rubbed the shaft in her grip with a pair of slow strokes, continually amazed by its size and feel. Still, thoughts of her husband came to mind. "Robert, maybe we shouldn't be doing this..."

"Just one time." Robert urged in a soft voice. "Kevin doesn't need to know. I can see it in your eyes, Aimee, you want to."

Aimee couldn't deny it. Something inside her was screaming, a base need that had gone unfulfilled for a long time. "It's so big." she whispered, now fully stroking the length of Robert's shaft. The feel of his powerful member in her grasp made Aimee feel wanton. "Does that feel good?"

"Yesss..." Robert hissed, then lifted a wet hand to Amy's chest and splayed a palm over her breast, squeezing it.

Aimee gasped in slight surprise, but didn't deny him. She was too focused on his penis, its size fascinated her; hypnotized her. The taboo of the situation was quickly being outweighed by the pleasure she was feeling between her legs and in her stomach, that tingling feeling of excitement that only naughty sex can provide.

"Look at you, dear." Robert said, groping Aimee's breast, kneading his fingers into her soft flesh through the material of the dampening tee shirt. "Masturbating your father; you're such a dirty slut. You like my big cock, don't you?"

Aimee had never heard her father-in-law talk this way; she had never heard anyone use such dirty talk, as her sex life with Kevin was very vanilla. "Y-yes."

"Tell me." Robert said.

"Tell you?" Aimee asked innocently.

"Tell your father how much you like his big cock. Talk dirty to me Aimee, it turns me on."

Aimee just tried to be honest in resonse to the request, "I like your cock so much. It's so big, bigger than I'm used to..."

Robert continued to fondle and play with Amy's breasts, slipping a hand under her tee to get a feel for her warm flesh. "Yesss... you are such a naughty girl, rub your daddy and make me feel good..."

Aimee increased the pace of her pumping hand, the water splashing up against her chest. She found herself enjoying the way Robert was talking to her. It made her feel naughty and excited. The front of her tee shirt quickly became soaked and Aimee's breasts were visible through the almost-clear material. Robert could see that her nipples were erect and hard. "I can't believe my son gets to play with these big titties every night... They are incredible."

"He doesn't really play with them much." Aimee lamented softly as she continued to jerk Robert off, "Your son is very busy."

"Stupid fool!" Robert exclaimed, "Were you my wife I would live between your tits. I would suckle them for you every night and feed my cock between them."

"Oh god..." Amy moaned, and began to stroke her hand up and down Robert's shaft even faster, his dirty talk exciting her. "This is so naughty, I can't believe I'm doing this."

"Show me your tits, Aimee. I want to see how big and beautiful they are."

"Robert... I'm not sure... we shouldn't be..."

"Please honey, indulge an old man. It will make me cum quicker."

Considering, Aimee finally decided there was little harm. Her shirt was all wet anyways, and it would only be this one time. Pausing in her masturbations, Aimee lifted her tee and peeled it off over her head, revealing her gloriously large all-natural breasts.

"My god..." Robert whispered, and then leaned over the side of the tub to take one of Aimee's nipples between his lips.

Aimee was about to object but the tingle of electricity that jolted from her nipple to her pussy made her gasp instead; she reached for Robert's cock and began to masturbate him once more, gripping him tightly. Robert was slurping against her breast loudly, grunting every so often and bucking his hips in time with Aimee's stroking hand. The entire scene was so lusty that Aimee couldn't stop herself anymore, even had she wanted to. The bathroom was filled with the sounds of Robert's perverted suckling and grunting, making Aimee feel like a whore – and she liked feeling that way.

It didn't take long for Robert to start moaning loudly against Aimee's breast and she could feel his cock begin to pulse in her grip. She quickened the pace of her stroking and whimpered in delight when she saw a burst of white fluid erupt from Robert's cock, his cum mingling with the bath water.

"Oh ...!" Aimee squealed.

Robert grunted, and more of his semen flowed out beneath the bath water. "Uhn...! Uhn...! Keep stroking me..."

Aimee continued to coax the cum from her father-in-law, squeezing and rubbing it out of his twitching cock until he relaxed and slumped against the back of the tub in exhausted bliss. Aimee stared in wanton lust as Robert's cum floated lazily in the water, wondering what it felt like; wondering what it tasted like.

"You are good to your father, my dear. Now let me relax for a while. I will summon you when I am finished with my bath." Robert closed his eyes as he lounged in the tub, his penis softening.

Aimee suddenly felt very cheap and used, kneeling beside the tub with her breasts exposed like a whore. She was disappointed that Robert seemed to dismiss her so quickly after what she had just done for him. But she bit her tongue and nodded.

After gathering her wet shirt, Aimee left her father-in-law's rooms and hurried to her own. She quickly shed herself of the jeans she was wearing and laid down, her hand going between her legs. The arousal was still there, the need for sex. Aimee lay and masturbated for some time, groping her own massive breasts and cumming over and over while thinking about the taboo act she had just engaged in. "I'm a whore..." she moaned quietly to herself while in the throes of orgasm, "I'm such a whore..."

PART 2

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By the time Kevin got home that night, which was near ten o'clock, Aimee was feeling horribly guilty. She had effectively cheated on her husband, with his own father no less. She promised herself it would never happen again. Unfortunately Aimee was still very horny, but Kevin wasn't interested in sex (as usual). He claimed he was tired and headed to sleep right after watching sports highlights and having a bite to eat.

Aimee lay awake beside her snoring husband, her mind swirling with what had happened that morning. Deciding that sleep wouldn't come easy, she got out of bed and slipped a thin nightgown on. Padding down the upstairs hallway, Aimee decided to go out to the house balcony overlooking the back yard and get some air. The warm summer night was perfectly comfortable despite only wearing a nightie and gown, and Aimee enjoyed the evening calm.

Standing for some time, gazing at the stars and the twinkling lights of distant New York City, Aimee eventually sensed a presence behind her. Thinking it was her husband, she was surprised when a pair of hands slipped between her arms and sides to find an obscene grip upon her breasts.

"Can't sleep?" Robert asked softly, kissing Aimee's neck.

"Robert...! What are you doing?" Aimee hissed a whisper.

"Mmm, I couldn't sleep either. I heard you come out here and thought I'd join you."

Robert's hands dug into Aimee's breasts with groping squeezes, and she felt her breath catch as Robert's erection pressed against her buttocks. "Please, you shouldn't be doing this. Kevin is asleep just down the hall."

"My foolish son." Robert said. "He should be fucking his beautiful wife, not sleeping."

"He's tired, from overseeing the family business." Aimee replied, trying to defend her husband. "He does it for you."

"I would rather go broke than be denied your pleasures." Robert countered, still squeezing and kneading Aimee's pillowy breasts. Then he whispered, "I want you my dear. I feel rejuvenated after this morning. Better than I have felt in years..."

"No..." Aimee protested, "What we did this morning was wrong. You said it would be only that one time."

"I need more than your hand." Robert said, letting go of his daughter-in-law and stepping around to face her. He was wearing only a robe, and it was open to reveal his naked body. Aimee took in a sharp breath when she saw Robert's erection standing tall and firm in the evening air. It seemed even bigger than it did under the bath water. "I know that you want it, your expression tells me everything. Do you want to taste it?"

"Father, no... please. This is wrong." Aimee protested, but her voice was feeble as she looked at Robert's cock. Thoughts of kneeling down and taking that monster into her mouth flooded her mind. She tried not to think about it, but couldn't help herself.

Reaching forward, Robert took hold of Aimee's breasts again, groping them crudely through the thin material of her sleeping garment. "No one will know, it will be our secret. I can tell that you want to, your nipples are so hard. Does my big cock turn you on?"

"I don't think we should... what about Kevin, he could wake up..." Despite her objections, Aimee's eyes were glued to Robert's erection. God help her, she wanted to please her father-in-law. She wanted to kneel down and know what such a magnificent cock tasted like. What had come over her?

"He'll never know." Robert whispered, his finger tips rolling and pinching Aimee's nipples through her silky nightie.

Aimee looked about to make sure the rest of the house was dark and quiet. She wanted it, she couldn't deny it, the wetness between her legs convinced her of that; but she also didn't want to be caught. "Okay, but you must promise. After this we must stop, I don't want Kevin to be hurt by our foolish lusts."

"I promise, honey. Just one more time."

At that, Aimee knelt on the balcony so that her face was level with Robert's penis. She gripped him at its base, and kissed the soft underside before slipping the head between her lips and offering the pleasure of her mouth. Robert moaned as Aimee tasted his manhood and caressed it with her tongue and lips. The sensation of her father-in-law's throbbing member between her lips set Aimee's pussy on fire, and she rubbed her own clit while pleasing Robert's manhood.

At the same moment, having awoken to go to the bathroom, Aimee's brother-in-law Stephen happened to be walking past the balcony. It was strange for Stephen to even be home, as he was usually out partying until all hours. Stephen was the youngest of Robert's three sons at twenty-one years old, eight years younger than Aimee. He didn't go to school or have a job, content to live off his father's wealth.

Stephen paused in the mansion hallway when he saw two figures out in the balcony, then widened his eyes in shock when he watched his sister-in-law slowly kneel down and take his father's cock into her mouth. "Oh my god..." he whispered, ducking behind a curtain when he realized neither Robert or Aimee had noticed he was there. Stephen had a crush on his sexy sister-in-law ever since he had been introduced to her at Aimee and Kevin's wedding. Aimee and her large breasts had often been the subject of Stephen's teenaged masturbatory fantasies. To see her now, taking his father's cock like a horny incestuous slut awakened those old lusts. Stephen couldn't help but to achieve an erection as he watched.

Aimee was losing herself to the taboo lust of orally pleasuring her father-in-law, rubbing his shaft all over her face and swathing her tongue up its length before taking it into her mouth. Aimee tried to swallow as much as she could without choking, using her hand to pump on whatever portion of Robert's shaft she couldn't take. She felt so slutty and dirty, and that aroused her more than she ever knew such a thing could. She wanted to pleasure Robert's cock, make it cum and give it pleasure. Anything so large and proud should be worshiped, she suddenly felt.

"Oh my god." Robert moaned. "You're such a filthy slut. Suck my cock you naughty cunt, take my cock down your throat... oh shit...suck daddy's cock..."

Stephen couldn't believe what he was seeing, or hearing. He always thought of his sister-in-law as a prude, and here she was sucking dick while his father said filthy things to her. Stephen loosened his sweat shorts and took his own erection in hand, masturbating with silent grunts as he watched the scene on the balcony.

Aimee spit Robert out of her mouth, a bead of saliva hanging between the tip of his cock and her lower lip. "Is this how you like it, daddy?" she asked, jerking him off with both hands now.

Robert was leaning back against the balcony rail and could barely stand, weak in his knees from the absolute pleasure he was receiving. "Yes, yes... you're so fucking good. Oh god... you're such a hot bitch, Aimee. Make your daddy cum again; make me feel young again..."

Aimee pumped her hands with gusto, masturbating her father-in-law with a tight and swift motion. "I want to see it. Your cock is so big and beautiful, I want to see the cum shoot out of it again..."

"I want to cum on those big tits of yours..." Robert moaned.

"Yes, make me feel slutty..." Aimee begged, pulling down on her nightie so that her breasts flopped out. " Make me feel like a filthy whore and shoot your seed onto my big fucking tits! Oh god... I'm such a dirty whore... call me a whore daddy. Make me feel naughty."

Robert grunted, "You whore, you filthy fucking whore... oh fuck..."

Stephen stifled a grunt when he heard Aimee's dirty talk, and an orgasm overcame him. He'd never cum so hard or fast in his life, his semen staining the balcony door curtains.

The dirty talk had the exact same affect on Stephen's father, as Robert erupted with his own orgasm. "Cum for me! Shoot your milk out and decorate me like the whore I am." Aimee begged. "I need it daddy, I need to see your big fucking cock shoot out its pleasure for your slutty girl..."

Robert's seed flew out in the form of several ropes, decorating Aimee's breasts and chest with long beads of pearly fluid. Her hand continued to pump on his shaft, working every last bit of the semen from the tip of Robert's cock until it hung from her boobs in the form of long sticky strands.

"Jeezus..." Robert gasped, "That was incredible."

Aimee was still in heat, her cunt burning with the taboo excitement she was experiencing. Wantonly, she started to scoop up the semen off her skin and lift it to her lips, lapping it off her own fingers, "Oh fuck, mmm. So good." She was still masturbating herself, "I'm going to cum, oh god... so nasty... oohhhhhhh."