Allison Donovan hummed to herself as she ran the rubber mixer through the bowl, making sure to get the bits that had stuck to the side of it's. She hummed to herself as she did so. It was quite a sight, the 23 year old raven haired beauty was wearing nothing but a low cut black lace bra, matching panties and a little white apron. She knew it was naughty to be out in the kitchen in her underwear but she didn't mind it. It actually sent a little thrill through her. Besides, she'd only gotten out of bed a few minutes ago. Why go to all the trouble to shower and get dressed just to get baking and get messy again? No, she'd just thrown the apron on over what she'd slept in and gotten to work.
Besides, it wasn't like anyone was around to see her. Allison and her husband Jason had driven up to Jason's parents cabin in the mountain last night. They'd been joined by Jason's brother and his wife Debbie as well as Jason and Mark's parents, Frank and Ellen and they were all staying in the large, lakeside cottage. It was Frank's retirement party and the three couples were spending the entire week there. The boys had all agreed to play a round of golf in the morning and Allison had dreamily remembered Jason getting up from their bed and the sound of him leaving. Ellen and Debbie had woken her up a little while later. They were going to a nearby spa and wanted Allison to join them. Allison demured. She desperately wanted an extra hour of sleep. She'd begged off, conjuring up the semi-truthful excuse that she'd wanted to get started on the cooking for tonight. Ellen and Debbie had put up a token resistance but they were very close and clearly didn't mind the opportunity to spend the day together.
And the truth is they all were looking forward to Allison's cooking. Allison's parents had owned a restaurant growing up and she'd practically grown up in a kitchen. She'd put herself through college working in kitchens as well. She could do it all, French, Italian, Japanese, Mexican. She loved cooking. Loved cooking for people she knew. It was something she rarely got to do these days. After graduating with her degree in finance she'd thought about opening her own restaurant but she'd met Jason soon after. He was older than she was, 29 to her 21, and was already established as the head of accounting for his father's trucking company. They married after only six months of dating and Allison had found herself working part-time in the same accounts division. It was the family business. She was part of the family, it was explained, so she had a responsibility. Frank had built the company from the ground floor. He'd started as a trucker, then expanded, then built. Ellen had done the books in the beginning. Mark was the head of their Houston office, it's where he'd met Debbie who'd been working as a HR manager. Debbie had only stopped working there when she'd gotten pregnant 5 months ago. It was the Donovan family business, through and through. Frank had even given each of his sons 24.5% of the company a year ago when he'd announced his impending retirement. He'd still have controlling interest but the boys now would have real incentive to continue growing the business.
That made Allison laugh. "Growing the business" is how Mark jokingly referred to Debbie's pregnancy. Allison knew she'd be expected to quit her job when she was pregnant as well. She didn't mind a bit. Bookkeeping was not something that thrilled her. At the very least she'd get to cook three times a day as a stay-at-home mom.
Allison could feel herself flush and it wasn't from the oven. Thinking about sex reminded her that she hadn't been having much lately. It was tax time so it meant long nights for one or both of them. That was on-top from coming down from the newlywed rush that had lasted for sometime. It was a crime, Allison thought somewhat egotistically, that someone like her wasn't getting any. Jason had even said as much when she'd told him after their first time that she'd only ever slept with one guy before him. She was, as he put it, "built for fucking". Allison agreed. She was tall, if she'd worn heels she'd be taller than Jason, with long, muscular legs. Her ass was firm but rounded. The perfect little inverted heart. She had well curved hips, a narrow waist and a toned, flat stomach. Her breasts were large, fluctuating between D cups and DD's, but seemed suited to her frame. Completely natural they had all the firmness of youth and all of the fullness of womanhood. She had full, pouty lips, a shade or two lighter than her dark skin tone that betrayed her mediterranean heritage. Almond shaped, rich brown eyes that seemed permanently set in a state of sexual suggestion. Lush, rich black hair that was, at the current, pinned above her head messily. Yes, Allison sighed as she continued mixing the batter, she was a fine piece of ass.
Allison mixed harder. Her sex with Jason had always been nice but never spectacular. Allison hadn't minded at first. It certainly had been decent, mildly adventurous, and he'd usually take care of her first with fingers and tongue before mounting her and getting his own rocks off. But with the decline in frequency as well as his increasing fatigue from work he'd not seemed less interested in general but less interested in her half beforehand. He also seemed to much prefer when she would get on top now, doing most of the work. Allison sighed again. She'd finish doing some of the prep work she decided and then draw a bath. Relieve some tension. She was too lost in thought about her upcoming bath, and where her fingers might be during it, to even notice as the door to her in-laws bedroom opened into the combined kitchen/dining area. It was only the movement that she noticed as her father-in-law walked into the room.
"Frank jesus!" Allison exclaimed as she jumped back started, the bowl she was mixing falling to the counter. "You startled me."
"Gosh Allison, I'm sorry." Frank said, bringing his hands up so as to cover his eyes. "I thought the house was empty"
Allison laughed as she calmed down. For a second she had thought there'd been an intruder. The size of her father-in-law never ceased to startle her. He looked a great deal like his son, just add 4 inches in height, 30 years of age, some grey hairs and about 20 pounds. He also looked rougher, harder. It gave him more of an intimidating, commanding presence. She really, really hoped her husband would look similar in time.
"Oh Frank, open your eyes" Allison chuckled at the sight of her father-in-law trying to make his way to the fridge with his eyes covered "You've seen me in a bikini a dozen times"
Frank did as told and looked. He couldn't help but feel the stirrings of arousal. Yes, he'd seen Allison in bikinis before but, even if seeing her in a bikini didn't also have that effect on him, there was something different about this. Black lace, designed to show off her body to the utmost sexual appeal, meant to be seen only by her husband. Ellen, in her day, had been blonde and slight. Mark had married a girl who'd been much the same. Jason, however, had married a bombshell. She looked, Frank thought, like an Italian movie star from the 60's. Full figured, womanly. She seemed to know it too. She wore revealing bikinis, short skirts. Even her wedding dress, Frank remembered, had been bursting with cleavage. When the priest had asked if anyone objected, Frank had expected half the men in attendance to raise their hands. Hell, he'd considered it.
"My son is a lucky guy" Frank said as he made his way to the fridge, his voice wistful. Frank sighed as he made his way to the fridge. Truth was, he was regretting his decision to retire. He looked ahead and saw little to interest him. Going to boring charity dinners. Golf, a game he personally cared little for but had taken it up years ago for business reasons.
"So" Allison said, trying to make a little small talk to break the awkward silence caused by her semi-nudity "You have to be excited about your first grandkid coming along"
Frank shrugged. It'd be nice but he couldn't help think that Mark and Debbie's kid would turn out like his kids. Spoiled, pampered rich kids who never worked a day in their lives until they had plum jobs at their father's business handed to them. Frank had worked his whole life, spent 3 years in Vietnam with the Marines and then built something from nothing. His wife had come from privilege. His kids did. He always thought Debbie had married into the family for the money. It was one of the reasons he'd always gotten along with Allison. She'd grown up washing dishes, busing tables and standing over a hot stove. She'd confessed to him before that she wished she could open a restaurant.
"So, what am I having for my big dinner?" Frank changed the subject, looking to the prep counter that Allison was working at, enjoying that it gave him a chance or two to also look at her body. From behind, he could also see the way the high cut panties wedged between her firm asscheeks.
"Nothing special, Frank." Allison said, going back to work "Some chicken fried steak, biscuits, gravy. Thought I'd, I don't know, mash some potatoes or something. Throw in a vegetable or two for appearances sake"
"Sounds phenomenal Allie, and I keep telling you to call me Dad" Frank said, admiring how the way Allison speaking about food could sound almost pornographic. He could feel his mouth watering. For the food or his son's wife, he couldn't exactly decide. Frank had engaged in an affair or two in the years since Ellen had lost a great deal of her enthusiasm for sex. Nothing serious. A one night stand or so while out of town on business. Truth was, even before Ellen had lost interest, sex had been pretty routine and boring. Ellen was a strictly missionary position, lights out woman. After some of the wild times he'd had in the Corps, it'd been a long, slow slide into boredom. Allison brought back all of those thoughts of his youth. Watching her for a second it seemed like her every movement was sexual. The way she'd dip her finger into the bowl and taste it, the way she'd brush a little stray sugar from the valley of her cleavage.
"And, then, for desert a cheesecake" Allison said proudly, oblivious to her father's attention, continuing to mix the cream cheese, sugar and berries. She stopped, put down the bowl, and dipped her pinkie in it, coating it with the mixture and holding it up to Frank "See? Taste?"
In the future, this would be a source of contention. Frank would say it was when Allison came on to him, Allison would say it was an innocent gesture misread because of her state of undress. Either way Frank licked, Allison let out a little whimper as she felt her knees go weak. Frank took it as encouragement. He pushed her back against the counter, pressing against her. He kept licking, sucking on her finger Allison kept moaning. His hand reached up, cupping her full breasts, her hardened nipples easy to feel through the thin material. He let his palm center over them before squeezing. She practically buckled in his arms. She'd merely lost her footing. Frank had misinterpreted it and pushed her down to her knees. Allison hadn't resisted. She got down, her knees on the cold clean linoleum and groped the impressive bulge in his pants she'd felt only a little before, pressed against the front of her apron. Her hands fumbled with his zipper. Her breathing was ragged, she was so nervous. She wanted this so much.
Frank took the lead, he grasped the zipper and pulled it down. He reached his hands inside and grabbed his shaft, pulling it through his fly roughly, almost smacking Allison in the face with it as it sprung free. She'd had her face close to it, she hadn't expected it's size.
"Jesus god Frank" Allison said in amazement as her small, seasoned hands took grasp of it. It was at least twice the size of Jason's, hanging out nearly a foot from his body. Thick, with large veins running along the shaft before expanding outward with an over-sized mushroom head. This wasn't a complete surprise to Allison. When they'd danced at her wedding she'd felt Frank's bulge. She knew it was big. She didn't expect this.
She attacked it. She opened her mouth wide and swallowed as much as she could, her mouth filling up with it's hardness. Frank groaned. How long had it been since his last blowjob? He couldn't remember. Had he ever had one this enthusiastic? He doubted it. Allison seemed as though she'd been starved for cock and was diving into a buffet. Her warm, wet mouth began frantically bobbing up and down the length of his shaft, her hand stroking the bit that was too large for her to swallow. When she ran out of air, she'd pull her mouth off and begin licking, long slow licks along it's underside and around the head before bobbing back down on him. Every now and then Frank would grab a hold of the hair that had been piled up on the top of her head and gave a few thrusts of himself inside his daughter-in-laws mouth. She didn't mind the rougher treatment in the least. She'd lock her eyes on his when he did, lust burning in her, giving a clear sign of encouragement.
"Fuck yes, suck my dick sweetheart" Frank groaned, his hand still gripping his daughter-in-law's dark tresses. He'd thought about holding back but it'd been a long time since his last blowjob, a much longer time since he'd cum in a woman's mouth. He seized the opportunity and continued thrusting, feeling his cock bang into the back of Allison's pillowy soft throat.
It was during one of those thrusts that Frank felt himself tighter, felt himself being pushed over the edge. Allison felt it too, the way his cock seemed to expand even further before bursting into her mouth, warm, wet explosions of thick, salty liquid that filled her cheeks, that she swallowed dutifully. She'd never loved the taste of cum but the way Frank only tightened his grip on her was a sign that he wanted her to swallow, she didn't disappoint. Despite his copious release Allison didn't sputter or gag, only the a small trickle of his sperm leaking from the corner of her mouth. It seemed like a solid minute until he stopped cumming, when he finally released his grip on Allison's hair, letting her mouth off of his cock. She gasped for air before looking up at him, wide grin on her face, her finger scooping the trail of his cum from her chin back up to her mouth where she licked it off her finger.
"God Frank, where did that come from?" Her voice gave no hint of the fact that she regretted it, only that she was surprised that it had happened.
"Yes, it's almost as if having a super model in her bra and panties in my kitchen would cause me to think dirty thoughts" Frank smiled as he stepped back for a second and offered her his hand up off of the floor. Allison hadn't even noticed it during the blowjob but her knees ached. Allison was lifted up onto her feet and, then, just as quickly up onto the counter with only a minimal grunt from frank and a giggle from her. Frank's dick hadn't softened whatsoever. It seemed it knew the opportunity it had in front of it and it was meeting the challenge. Frank ran his hands up Allison's legs, under her apron and quickly pulled down her panties. So quickly that he didn't even completely remove them, simply left them dangling on her left ankle as he spread her legs and positioned himself between her. He rubbed that thick, cumslick cockhead up and down the length of her slick lips, taking in the sight of her sex for the first time. She kept it smooth except for a small strip of hair at the top. Frank found himself enjoying the sensation of just rubbing so much he almost got lost in it.
"Don't tease" Allison said huskily, pleadingly. She couldn't remember a time when she felt this eager for it. "Just give it to me."
Frank leaned towards her and bit her neck as he pushed inside. She gasped at both intrusions. That cockhead, so much thicker than any she'd ever felt, stretching her lips wide before nestling inside her. He'd only pushed the first half of himself inside her on his first thrust, Allison felt stuffed even with that. He kept pushing, she groaned. She wrapped her legs around Frank's waist, her hands dug into his shoulders. He pushed deeper, well past she'd ever been penetrated before, her wetness allowing the intrusion but her tightness making each further intrusion all the more pleasurable for them both. Frank hit her depths, Allison hung her head back and felt a moan ripped from her throat as she felt the entire length of his cock in her young, tight cunt. He remained embedded in her for some time like this. He couldn't recall ever getting all of himself inside a girl. Allison opened her eyes and looked into his.
"Still want me to call you dad?" She asked, teasingly. Frank gave a look as though he was thinking it over.
"Maybe a little" Frank responded as he withdrew slightly before thrusting back inside. She moaned again.
"Well, let's see how well you do first." She challenged, laughing.
Frank took it. He began thrusting in earnest. The room was silent except for the hard slap of their bodies together, the sound of his hard dick spearing again and again into her wet, eager cunt and Allison's overwhelmed moans. She'd never felt this full. It was like he was stuffing himself in again and again, each time reaching new spots in her. He was fucking her with more enthusiasm and energy than his son ever had. She rewarded his efforts with kisses and bites to the neck, her nails digging deeper and deeper into his shirt and loud entreats to fuck her faster and harder. Frank would grab her ankles, spread her legs even wider, open her pussy up to him even more. He used the extra room to pound deeper, harder.
Allison felt her orgasm building, just a little jolt at first but growing, pulsing, almost throbbing from her, it was climbing and climbing, getting bigger and bigger. She saw her orgasm like too much water being poured into a glass, she knew it would come to a head and overflow but she was amazed at just how much it could hold. He just kept pumping and pumping, the force of his thrusts causing both of her bra straps to hang off her shoulders, allowing just a hint of her light brown nipples to be visible with every thrust induced bounce of her breasts.
"Don't stop Frank, oh god don't stop." Allison moaned, she groaned, she squealed "You're going to make me....I'm going to.....oh fuck....."
What erupted from her lips after that had no words. Just a scream. A scream ripped from her as the glass finally overflowed, erupted, shattered. She felt herself contract and pulse and burst, coating his cock with her juices. Frank felt himself going that way too, he kept pumping through her orgasm, her pussy clenching so tight around him he wondered if he could withdraw it even if he wanted to. Allison kept howling, moaning, whimpering as she felt her toes curl, her teeth sink down into her bottom lip, her cunt spasm and grasp of it's own accord. He felt himself expand, his balls tighten, that familiar tingle letting him know he was past the point of no return. He wondered briefly about cumming inside her and whether or not he should pull out. He looked at her, communicating that very question. Even coming down from her orgasmic bliss, Allison was clear headed to know what the crooked eyebrow meant.
"Don't you fucking dare." She replied as best she could, wrapping her legs back around his waist, squeezing him back inside of her. Frank gave her a few final thrusts and then felt his second explosion of the day, just as copious as the first, begin to unload itself in her pussy. Allison howled as well. She didn't know if she felt another, smaller orgasm course through her as she felt the warm, wet splash of his sperm blasting inside her or if it was just the remnants of the first. She had no interest in the semantics though. She was too lost in the best fuck she'd ever had.