The Favourite Daughter-In-Law Pt. 03

It had been weeks since Sarah's soft pale neck had first felt the pressure of the collar and had her mind broken and lost completely to the pleasures of subservience. Her body now responded out of pure reflex to the touch and command of both her husband Chris, and her father-in-law Phil, and although the mindless surrender of the collar left no room for hesitation or shame, in quiet moments when not wearing it, Sarah couldn't help but blush at the realisation that she could now recognise and distinguish the cocks and cum of Chris and Phil but feel and taste alone.

Tonight however, the sensations of those weeks of exploration and pleasure were only memories that threatened to overheat Sarah's thighs if she dwelled on them too long, as she sat on the sofa beside her brother-in-law Jackson and his petite young girlfriend Cleo, sharing snacks and small talk with the younger Asian girl while Gwen was again busy in the kitchen, and Phil, Chris and Jackson intently watched the football on the TV mounted on the opposite wall.

Sarah knew enough about the Jaguar's from watching most weekly games with her in-laws, but as Phil turned his weathered older face toward her and gave her a smile and a wink, the memories and desires of his powerful bulk pounding her right here on this sofa made her flush, crossing her legs tightly to try to stop the spreading warmth from between her soft thighs as her hands smoothed her dress and she distracted herself with asking Cleo how College was going.

Gwen soon returned with a tray of nachos, and Phil finished his beer and offered to fill everyone's glasses while he was up getting another for himself, leaving Sarah and Cleo to giggle and cheer at the intense shared enthusiasm Chris and Jackson displayed as the brothers practically launched themselves to their feet to celebrate a Jaguar's touchdown, leaping over the girls to high five.

"Sarah, can you help me with the drinks for a second?" the booming voice of their father called out, and as the other four settled back in to watch the game, Sarah squeezed her hourglass figure apologetically past Cleo and Gwen and made her way through her in-laws spacious home to find Phil out in the garage, his thick quads emphasised by the squatting position he had assumed in order to look through the drinks fridge, in addition to his ever-present short gym shorts.

"You can close the door behind you" his voice rumbled more quietly, a familiar glint of playfulness in his older eyes.

Sarah's blue eyes widened, and for a moment she caught her breath, before her full lips returned a cheeky smile of their own at the lack of collar around her throat.

"And how would closing the door help us bring the drinks out to the family?" she asked in her best innocent voice, heart pounding in her chest as her father-in-law turned and stood. Despite lacking the height of his eldest son, her husband, Phil still made her feel small looking down at her, his boozy breath close enough to taste as he leered back at her.

"Because you're going to take your panties off first, and I know you appreciate the privacy" he chuckled deep in his broad chest, "Or at least, when you're uncollared you do."

Back in the living room, the game had reached the half time break, the Jaguar's ahead by enough for the mood in the house to be positive, but not so much that Chris and Jackson were willing to talk about much else. Cleo brushed her long black hair back behind an ear and smiled politely at Gwen, thanking her for the hospitality, but the older blonde woman's attention was elsewhere.

After a few minutes, Chris finally noticed the look in his mother's eye, and when his younger brother excused himself to go to the bathroom, the taller man crossed the room to kneel beside Gwen's chair.

"Everything ok Mom?" he asked, his bearded face showing genuine concern as she smiled a thin-lipped smile back at him, her slender hands clasping his in reassurance.

"Oh yes, you enjoy the football sweetheart, I'm just wishing your father would hurry back without getting too... distracted... back there." She smiled, glancing nervously towards the Asian teen on the sofa not wanting the sordid secrets of her husband and daughter-in-law to become more widely known.

Nodding after a moment's thought, Chris stood up, still holding his mother's hand, and flashed a warm smile across the room at Cleo.

"Are you alright here until Jackson gets back?" he asked, "I need to help Mom with something before the second half."

As soon as the polite assurances had been made by the younger girl, Chris was leading Gwen upstairs and sitting her down on the edge of the guest bed in one of the spare bedrooms.

"What's wrong Mom? You're not getting jealous of Dad and Sarah, are you?" he asked, concern in his blue eyes as he knelt in front of her.

Gwen's narrow face broke into a wry smile, and she let out a short laugh before shaking her head, her fine blonde hair much more like that of her eldest son than any other resemblance in the family, and the squeeze of her hand expressing her adoration for the caring young man he had become.

"No no, you know your father and I haven't had a sex life for years, and that's by my actions not his. I've got nothing to be jealous about, trust me!" she smiled, "I'm worried about you more than anyone, are you sure you shouldn't be jealous of that gorgeous wife of yours sneaking off with your father, when we have other company and you aren't there to give your blessing or join in?"

Chris heard the hint of hardness in his mother's tone and smiled, he had been chatting and planning with his Dad for so long about turning the lovely but strictly monogamous Sarah into an open-minded cum slut for them to both use and share, that the thought of his wife willingly doing anything with her father-in-law without a collar or command only stirred his cock to semi-hardness. But his mother's concern warmed his heart at the same time, and so he moved to sit beside her on the bed, easily wrapping her shoulders under a long arm, even as his eyes wandered once more to the ever-generous bosom barely hidden by her dress.

"You don't want me to be jealous, is that what you're worried about Mom?"

Gwen's nod was a gentle confirmation of that concern, and yet Chris' erection continued to grow, imagining he could hear Sarah begging for Phil to fill her with cum downstairs as he let his free hand rest on his mother's soft thigh.

"Do you love me enough to do anything to help with the jealousy, Mom?" he whispered, his voice catching in his throat slightly in a low growl as he openly propositioned his mother for the first time outside of his adolescent fantasies, the gentle adoration in Gwen's eyes met by the burning lust in her son's.

Gwen swallowed hard, her sons were both handsome, and she loved them deeply, of that there was no doubt, and she had certainly had no issue or complaint in watching Chris and his father unleash their more animal desires on Sarah all over the house over the previous weeks, but she hadn't been lying about the lack of libido with Phil, and she struggled to find words to respond appropriately the brazen advances of Chris here on the bed, even as his confident lean fingers traced their way up her thigh.

"Sweetheart, you know I would do anything to make you happy, that's always going to be true..." she began.

"Then kiss me" he interrupted, and before any more words could be shared, their eyes were closed and arms intertwined, lips locked and tongues tentatively at first began exploring and tasting one another.

The kiss was good, it might even have been better than good, and Gwen felt a thrill rush through her body that she almost didn't recognise, but at the same time she was blown away by how different this side of her son was. With his father and Sarah she had witnessed pornographic domination, and yet here she felt a deep burning desire being expressed by her eldest son, and as his hands gently but firmly caressed her body and his deep kiss continued to sweep her away, she knew he wanted to make love to her, truly and deeply, and that she truly did want to give her son whatever his heart desired.

After long moments lost in the kiss, Gwen put a finger to her son's lips and managed a flushed smile, "Sweetheart, don't get too carried away, the second half will be starting soon, and you need to be downstairs watching it with your brother."

Chris' face fell a little, his brow furrowing as he tried to control his breathing, his cock now an obvious tentpole in his valiantly straining shorts, and his heart pounding with barely bridled lust.

"I promise I will give you anything and everything you want" she whispered, flushing as she heard her own words, "But today we just need to get you presentable and back downstairs and quickly as possible, ok?" he nodded almost dumbly as he listened to her words through the fog of passions interrupted, one hand still gently caressing her breast through her bra and dress.

"Sit back and let Mommy take care of this, ok?"

Chris' heart almost exploded out of his chest at those words, and his eyes went wide as her hands nervously unfastened his shorts, mother and son locked in constant intense eye contact as if waiting for the other to give some sign of wanting to stop, but neither of them did.

Despite all the fantasy fulfilling acts his gorgeous wife Sarah had performed for him and his father recently, somehow the first touch of Gwen's fingers around his fully erect cock had him throbbing harder than ever before, and the force of the shared gaze from his loving mother as she began to stroke him was too captivating for him to even think to suggest she expose those huge mature breasts that he'd fantasised about seeing for so many years.

"Oh fuck" he gasped, leaning back on the bed as she knelt between his legs, stroking his thick cock with growing confidence, a slight smile on her age-lined face as her narrow cheeks blushed, her eyes still fixed on his.

"Language sweetheart" she chastised him with a giggle, and then suddenly her head was lowering and instead of the full pouting lips of his wife (a mouth that had so recently discovered its potential as a sloppy mindless fuckhole for Chris and Phil to use together) Gwen's thin mature lips were kissing and then sucking the head of his already tingling cock, leaving a bright red smear of lipstick in that familiar shade that he had gifted her on so many mothers days over the years.

"Is that ok sweetie?" her voice asked quietly, her hand stroking faster and faster, smearing the lipstick up and down her son's huge throbbing shaft.

"Mhmm, God yes... yes Mom... you're incredible..."

"Promise me you won't tell your father... I haven't done this for him for years... Now hurry up and cum for Mommy so you don't miss the football sweetheart..."

At those words Chris couldn't help but moan, biting his lip as he looked down at his beautiful older mother, her fine blonde hair bobbing up and down and her light blue eyes locked with his as her mouth took his cock purposefully and adoringly, making him feel loved an worshipped with every slurp of his mother's tongue even as he thought of stealing her away from his Dad and making love to her like the Goddess she should be.

"Oh... fuck...sorry... oh fuck yes" Chris thrust forward deep into Gwen's mouth as her fingers tightened around his pulsing shaft, closing her eyes at last as she struggled to contain the sudden bursts of her son's thick ropes of cum as he unloaded his balls all over her tongue and into her mouth and throat, his entire body tensing before he flopped back onto the guest bed with his hands on his head, chest heaving.

Gwen blushed furiously at the heat and taste of Chris as she slurped the last of his cum into her mouth, and for the first time in her life, swallowed it down without spitting or spilling a drop. Her body was alive and electric with the thrill of what she'd just done, what they'd just done, and although her intention had always only ever been to make her son happy, she felt a pang of something new stirring deep inside her as she looked at him, knowing she wanted him in a way no mother should want her child, and yet feeling passions and pleasures that she hadn't felt outside of romance novels for a very long time.

Standing up at her relatively diminutive height and straightening her dress, Gwen wiper the corner of her mouth with a manicured finger and forced a smile that expressed more confidence and control than she currently felt.

"Well then, if you're feeling better, you'd better hurry back downstairs and keep your brother company while I get started on dinner."

"Thanks Mom, I love you." Chris grinned weakly, still catching his breath as his cock slowly deflated and the post-orgasm warmth spread across his skin.

"Love you too sweetheart" and with a gentle kiss on his forehead, Gwen turned and headed downstairs to make sure the rest of the family were properly fed and looked after.