A Family that Lays Together...

As if in slow motion, she placed her glass on the table beside her and rose from the couch. She moved towards him, never taking her eyes of his own, which, do what he could to control them, began to blink, as if by doing so he might cause her to disappear, or at least stop her inexorable progress towards him.

When she stopped just in front of him, he knew it was his last chance to do what he should have done long ago, to tell her to leave. She seemed to know what he was thinking, because she asked him exactly that - did he want her to go. He so much wanted to tell her just that, but the words simply refused to come.

Pushing the cap sleeves down over her shoulders one by one, she let the tiny dress cling to her body, knowing that one firm pull would send it plummeting to the floor. Collin had stopped blinking now. His eyes were once more fixed on her breasts, his tongue already in his imagination lashing her nipples, his hands planted on her ass cheeks.

TEN

Realizing that he wanted her to strip in front of him, Cindy pushed the dress down until it revealed the upper half of her milky white breasts. Collin's eyes darted between her breasts and her eyes, willing her to take the final step. Cindy's hands made as if to pull the dress back up, before in one swift movement she tugged it down, revealing her naked body in all its youthful glory.

Without waiting for Collin to say or do anything, she unbuttoned his pants and yanked them down. The bulge in his briefs was as impressive as she imagined it to be, the magenta colour stained in a darker hue where his precum had been leaking. She grabbed the waistband and, as Collin lifted himself up an inch or two from the chair, eased the briefs over his tumescent penis and let them drop onto his pants, which lay bunched up over his loafers.

Collin couldn't believe things were moving so fast. He wondered if he should embrace Cindy first, or kiss her, but in truth he was content to be in her hands - at her disposal. He'd had masturbatory fantasies where Cindy was sucking his dick, and now his primary concern was that she turned that fantasy into reality. Cindy - as she had been all the time - was very much on his wavelength.

Taking his cock in her hands, she could see that he was a little less generously endowed than his son. But she wasn't complaining. He was still a good size, and she had the feeling that he would know exactly how to use it. Plus, there was always that frisson which comes when you are having sex with someone for the first time. Plus, there was the fact that he would be so turned on by the idea of having sex with his son's wife. And every older man loved to be fucked by a hot young woman.

Wanting to extract every last bit of eroticism from this once in a lifetime opportunity, Cindy let her hands roam up and down his pulsing column, watching as another stream of precum leaked from his head. Already Collin had begun to respond - orally, that is. He told her she had a wonderful touch and was about to ask her to fondle his balls, when she beat him to the punch, dropping one hand to his scrotum while the other continued to massage his glans.

"Oh, yes!" he said enthusiastically. "You really know what you're doing."

Cindy forgave him for his mildly patronizing comment, showing there were no hard feelings by raking her nails over his sensitive sac.

"Fuck!" he groaned, signalling as clearly as possible the control that once again was beginning to ebb away from him.

What he really wanted her to do was to apply her tongue to his balls, but he was as yet too shy to ask. It would also mean moving from the position he was in, and he liked that just fine. He was about to forget all about any requests he had to make of Cindy, anyway, as, sweeping her hair back, she brought her mouth to his penis. There was to be no "foreplay", in terms of planting little kisses along its length: she went straight for the jugular, wrapping her lips around his dome.

Collin couldn't help himself, issuing a loud "fuck!" and placing his hands on her head to indicate what he wanted from her. Cindy smiled inwardly when she saw him acting out like some frat boy. It was kind of cute: a middle-aged man, her father-in-law, to boot, signalling his desire for her so clumsily. Make that "so wantonly", she thought!

Greedily swallowing his sweet tasting precum, she bobbed up and down on his column like a teenager.

"Two can play at this game!" she thought.

Collin wasn't complaining. This was far better than his dreams. His wife hadn't given him head like this in years, and the girl was only just getting started. What had started as a bit of a joke on Cindy's part became more serious, as her father-in-law (his hands still on her head, but not exerting any meaningful pressure) continued to respond so powerfully to her technique.

"I think he's gonna cum!" Cindy told herself, as he maintained a steady stream of mild oaths.

"I hope that doesn't mean it's over for the night," she reflected, wondering if he had it in him to ejaculate more than once. "He didn't even get the chance to take Viagra!"

As things transpired, Cindy was right on one count, but in error on the other. Just by going deeper on his shaft with each bob, she was establishing a rhythm which he was able to anticipate, and the anticipation was driving him mad. It was as if she was writing a book and leaving the ending for the reader to supply. In that case, Collin was a conscientious collaborator. For bang on cue, as far as Cindy was concerned (she had already gone about as deep as she was happy to go), Collin, his body stiffening suddenly, let out a deep groan, then released a wad of his semen into her mouth.

Drinking it down, Cindy enjoyed once again the sweet taste - so different from Josh's salty cum. That particular apple, she thought, had definitely fallen far from the tree.

At this point, Cindy was expecting Collin to take her upstairs to fuck her. She wasn't too fussed about being eaten out, because her experience of men was that they weren't very good at it. Josh, though, it had to be said, was an exception, but then he belonged to a different generation. Cindy had had sex with a couple of guys Collin's age and they were pretty ordinary. Typically, too, they liked to fuck on a bed.

She was mildly surprised, then, when Collin asked her to lie down on the couch. It was off white leather and her first thought was that it might stain. Still, that was his business. She rested her head on a cushion and took her place, being careful to keep her legs together, because men were so quick to call women whores if they behaved as if they wanted it - or indeed as if they weren't bothered about appearances. Men always wanted to feel that the woman was crazy about them, and that she was about to receive the best fucking of her life.

Anyway, she could be fairly certain about one thing, and that was that she was about to give him an experience he would never forget. What he did first rather took her breath away. He knelt on the floor beside her and drew her in for a kiss. And wow! was he a good kisser! He placed his hand on her cheek, while his lips pressed against hers with a passion that was unmistakeable without being scary.

Only after several minutes of this soft preparatory stage did he ramp up the levels, his tongue sliding between her more than willing lips, even as the hand that had been on her cheek touched down on her breast. Rather than seek out her nipple immediately, he massaged her mid-sized mound with just the right amount of pressure, as if he were a trained masseur.

Cindy could feel herself becoming wet; she knew more than she knew anything at that moment that she wanted him inside her, knew that he would be a wonderful lover. Her scheming was going to pay rich dividends, and then some. As she kissed him back, she reached out and felt for his penis. As she expected, it had regained virtually all of its former strength. Maybe she had been wrong about the Viagra, she thought. Perhaps, after all, he would be able to penetrate her with that powerful weapon. She could but dream; maybe he would also be able to empty himself inside her!

The touch of her delicate fingers on his penis seemed to do something to Collin. His tongue gained confidence, delving deeper into her mouth. Her own tongue sought to meet his, but was at first driven away, as he sought out every nook and cranny of her sweet mouth, before he relented and engaged it in vigorous swordplay.

He moved his hand to cover her firm tit, and began to rub her nipple with his palm. He was certain that he could feel it swelling under his touch. Moving his attention to her other breast, he repeated the procedure, gently massage the marvellously compact hummock before stimulating what he now knew to be the super-sensitive nipple.

He rose slowly from the carpet, slowly enough that Cindy didn't have to lose her grip on his cock, and crouched down over her - his head directly aligned with her tits. Regarding them in all their splendour gave him all the motivation he needed to render them the service they deserved.

Even as he began to work on them, he was aware that Cindy was attempting to maneuver him so that his penis was nearer to her pussy. As she - none to gently, it must be said - pulled him down by his lever, he lowered himself until that lever came into contact with her legs. Clearly this wasn't what his daughter-in-law had in mind, so she let go of his member, spread her legs and brought her legs back towards her head.

In the meantime, Collin, happier than any words can express that Cindy wanted him inside her, lay down between her legs (he knew he needed to reserve his energy for later) and began to suck on her nipples in earnest. He seemed to be doing a good job and was getting the kind of response he was looking for, so he was a little put out when the girl pushed a hand under his chest and began frigging herself.

It would have been easy for him to take it as a commentary on his oral skills, but Collin was mature enough and secure enough to realize that this must be a young person's thing. His wife had certainly never done it. Anyway, after the initial shock, as often happens when one is introduced to new ways of doing things, Collin began to get a bit of a kick out of the fact that the 21-year-old was masturbating right under him.

His instinct was still to drive his shaft deep inside her, but he overruled that instinct and continued licking her nipples, because it was just so darned enjoyable. Also, he got a kick out of the fact that they were working together towards the same goal: maximal mutual pleasure.

With this in mind, he started to work her spare nipple between his fingers, appreciating the way she responded to his touch, both orally (by increasing the intensity of her moans) and digitally (by working her fingers even more frantically in her snatch).

Patience has its limits, though, and he was on the cusp of shifting his body so that he could enter her, when she started to climax. He could only nod in approval, as she showed no sign of calling it a day, eking out every bit of pleasure, as she prolonged the orgasm for as long as she was able.

"Now!" he told himself.

Kneeling on the middle of the couch with his legs outside Cindy's, and positioning her legs so that they were raised up to allow him the access that he needed, he took his penis in his hand and lined it up at the entrance to what he knew must be her sodden snatch.

Before taking her, he couldn't resist a sideswipe at her coquettish ways.

"How long have you lusted after your father-in-law's cock?"

"Ever since I first met you," she replied, which might not have been the absolute truth, but was certainly the best response she could made in the circumstances.

"And you?" she added, with the impishness that became her so well.

"Since about thirty minutes ago," he joked, even as images of her sunning herself beside the pool wearing the skimpiest of bikinis flooded his mind.

That day he had also found herself alone with her, his wife having been called in to the library and his son having gone out to get things for a barbecue that Cindy had suddenly had a craving for. On that occasion, he had watched her from his bedroom, having told her he needed to fix a leaking faucet in their bathroom.

As things turned out, the only thing that got fixed was his terrible need for her, as he ripped off his pants and his briefs, lay face down on the bed and came almost instantly, using his hand to collect the jism that spurted from his raging cock.

"Then, what are you waiting for?" Cindy said softly, her apparent calmness covering the desperate need that she was feeling.

"Take that!" said Collin, driving his shaft as deep inside her as he was able.

The tightness of her young pussy was no defense against the forces he was unleashing.

"Fuck!" she cried, as his weapon almost cleaved her apart.

Collin started to pump her like a man possessed. His only concern was that he would come before she was ready for him. But frankly, like Rhett Butler, he couldn't give a damn. All those months (make that years) of lusting after her had to be accounted for. Now it was payback time - and payback in a big way.

Like a jockey driving his mount towards the winning post, Collin crouched over Cindy and rode her hard. The temptation to take one of her nipples in his mouth proved too powerful to resist, but this was never going to affect the outcome. He could tell from Cindy's ragged breathing that she was about to come.

That was all that was needed to set him off. Raising himself high, he launched a final fusillade of rapid strokes, yelling out as his seed shot inside her. But this shout wasn't enough to drown out the noise that Cindy was making, as the mother and father of all orgasms devastated her tiny frame.

ELEVEN

At this point, Collin rather imagined that Cindy would want to go home. His only regret in that case was that he hadn't tasted her sweet pussy. Still, you can't win them all, he thought. Maybe another time.

As things turned out, though, Collin had seriously underestimated Cindy; she was far from finished, and was clearly eager to take things upstairs. Walking up the stairs behind her, watching that tight ass swaying in front of him, Collin was overcome by the desire to fuck her in that cute asshole of hers - tantalizingly hidden from view for now, but hopefully his for the taking once they got onto the double bed he shared with his wife.

She was still wearing her heels, which turned him on no end. He would ask her to keep them on while he licked her pussy, and - who knew? - maybe when he was driving his column inside her glory hole. For he had got it into his mind that she would be up for anything - which was perhaps rather chauvinistic of him, but a reasonable assumption on the basis of her performance so far that evening.

Cindy excused herself and went to the bathroom. She had closed the door and after she hadn't emerged after five minutes, Collin went over to check if everything was okay. Receiving no reply, he pushed the door open a little and looked inside. Cindy was in the shower. Thinking this was too good an opportunity to pass up, Collin opened the door of the shower cubicle and joined her.

Cindy didn't seem to mind. He offered to wash her back and applied some shower gel to her shoulders. He liked how he towered over her. He stood far enough away from her not to be touching her with his body or his legs. His penis wasn't in the equation, as it was still recovering from its busy evening. He didn't doubt that it would come back to life again in due course.

He couldn't remember the last time he had come three times in the same session, but somehow he felt that this might well be the night. Not a little depended on his daughter-in-law, of course, but even the thought that he was having sex with his son's wife caused his flaccid member to register a tiny jerk; a promising sign of what he hoped was to come.

When he got to the small of her back, the allure of her buttocks was too strong. He wasn't bothering with soap any more. He massaged her ass cheeks with a firm touch before opening them and running his finger over her tight bud. It seemed far too tiny to allow entry to a baby carrot let alone a fully erect penis, but that didn't stop him picturing himself next door taking her doggy-style on the bed.

"Turn around," he told her, keen to lick out that sweet pussy at last.

She stood there with the water cascading over her head - some of it forming a rivulet which made its way to her sex. Collin followed the stream, dropping to his knees and marvelling at her smooth, girlish, virginal looking pussy - so different to his wife's rococo vulva.

"Fuck me! What a little cutie!" he said to himself, impatient to taste everything she had to offer him. "Just how did I miss this the first time round?"

He ran his tongue over the place where her outer lips came together almost seamlessly. It reminded him of the barely visible indentation that may be made out only with difficulty under the sheets when two twin beds have been pushed together to make a double. It was such an extraordinary experience for him that he spent several minutes just taking in the view, and licking up and down and from side to side, always being careful not to break the seal.

But of course his patience wasn't infinite, and the allure of her dainty jewel box was drawing him in. Using his fingers to part those minimalist outer lips, he was momentarily overwhelmed by the pinkness of her interior. He paused for just a moment before tasting her, wondering if he would be able to pick up traces of his own discharge. He was delighted that he was unable to; the only sensation on his palate was the unbelievably delicious savour of woman.

Cindy rocked back against the wall of the cubicle, her legs planted wide, her arms reaching for the rails. Her father-in-law surpassed his son in his oral skills. He was right up there with his wife in terms of the pleasure he was able to bring to her. Perhaps he might even surpass her?

"Why?" Cindy thought. "Why have I waited so long for this, when I could have had it any time I wanted it?"

The adjustment in Cindy's position meant that the jet of water was now falling almost directly on Collin. It wasn't in any way unpleasant but it did mean he couldn't see a lot, and he couldn't hear much either above the din of the water. It would be much easier if he were to work by touch and feel, and the obvious place to start would be her clitoris.

It was rather smaller than he had imagined it to be (though, when he thought about it, it was perfectly to scale in terms of her petite figure), but what it might have lacked in size it certainly made up for in sensitivity. Using one finger to push back the little hood that covered it, he placed another on her nub (not much bigger than a cotton bud) and began to massage it. Cindy instantly responded, arching her back and using her hands to drive him deeper into her center.

Now he had her where he wanted her, he changed tack again and brought his tongue back into play. Cindy began to feel that old familiar feeling once more. Although the climax was not the one she was expecting when she entered the shower, the one she had just received courtesy of Collin's tongue more than made up for the one she was planning to give herself with her fingers.

Collin handed Cindy a towel and a robe and headed back to the bedroom in his towel, wondering if his daughter-in-law had anything she specially wanted to do with him. As for himself, he had only one object in mind, and that was to devastate her cute asshole with his pole. That pole had more the look of a slug at the moment, and its revival would, he hoped, be at the top of Cindy's priorities in terms of things to do.