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PART 2- With Jake in college and Marty pushed to the wayside, my daughter remained single until she graduated Highschool. This allowed my newfound fetish of getting off on her sexual exploits to take a back seat and I was happy for it. To say I didn’t miss the excitement that came with sniffing her cum soaked panties or watching her young body, fuck and suck her young lovers would be a lie. There were days it consumed me, and I was glad to some degree to get back to a sense of normalcy. What I was doing was not right and I knew that. I suspected that Mandy kept in touch with Jake and fucked him when he came home from college but now that she was headed to college, I hoped that short, embarrassing chapter in my life was gone.
Life was normal for 4 years during Mandy’s college experience. I resumed my regular sex life with my husband, and it was almost as if the last few years didn’t happen. As I predicted, Jake and Mandy reconnected during her sophomore year in college and right after graduation he popped the question. Her father and I were not thrilled, but Jake always will be the love of our daughter’s life, so we took it all in stride.
They bought a small house in the middle of town and were getting it fixed up before the wedding. One hot summer day before the wedding, I decided to stop by and surprise them with a few sandwiches and cold drinks while they worked to get the house in order. In hindsight I should have knocked on the door….but instead I just opened it and walked in, she was my daughter after all, right? Immediately I could hear My daughters voice from the upstairs bedroom screaming
“FUCK ME!, DON’T STOP!” “DON’T STOP, I GOING TO CUM, DON’T STOP!”
I should have ran out the house the same way I came in, but hearing her moaning sex voice repeat those words over and over, completely froze me for a second, then another second until I found myself creeping slowly up the stairs that were in the entry hall directly where I stood. I knew all the upstairs doors were taken off to be repainted. It was happening again! I still cannot believe I went up those steps but one by one my feet lifted me.
Soon I could hear skin slapping, with one more step I could make out the feet and bottom half of Jakes legs as he thrust forcefully into her. Another step and I could now see my daughter on all fours at the edge of the bed. Jake, who still had his t-shirt on was standing behind her, fucking her like a man possessed. I could see her thick ass jiggling with each thrust. I watched the sweat pouring from Jake’s face as I heard Mandy finally release with a massive angry orgasm. It was the kind of orgasm that takes so long to achieve, when it finally happens it’s part heaven, part hell. She moaned deep and guttural unlike anything I had ever heard from my little girl’s mouth.
Jake kept thumping his cock into her pussy until with a simple loud primal exhaled grunt, his hips calmed as he pumped my daughters pussy full. I was just about ready to start my retreat down the stairs when I watched Jake pull out. I remember plainly seeing globs of cum oozing from Mandy’s pussy, dripping onto the hardwood floor below. My eyes could not look away. I continued to stare as Jake took his finger and spread his cum from her pussy to her asshole. His fingers working back and forth, sometimes going inside her to excavate his cum from her pussy, then displace it to her tight asshole. I bit my bottom lip when he inserted his thumb into her tight ass. I was flush from head to toe, my pussy throbbed as I stood still on the steps in that small house. He kept his thumb in her ass, taking his pointer and middle finger underneath to begin massaging his cum as lubricant, into her clit. His three fingers worked in unison, wiggling back and forth between the folds of her pussy, over her clit and inside her tight asshole. She again began to moan threw her teeth “DON”T STOP…I’M GOING TO CUM AGAIN”, he rubbed her shoulders and pulled her long black hair with his off hand. I could see her big tits swinging underneath. Once again she let out a raging scream, her hips quivered and her head bucked to the ceiling, until finally she collapsed onto the bed placing her head in her hands gasping for air. Jake lay on the bed beside her and that was my cue to ease down the steps and out of the house.
It wasn’t until I was halfway home that I realized I left the sandwiches on the hallway table. I remember thinking “Oh god they are going to know I was in the house.” They never said a word about the sandwiches, but I am sure they were embarrassed and never imagined that I stayed to watch the performance.
On September 4 , 1999 Mandy and Jake were married and until a year ago all was normal. My husband Craig passed away in January of 2017 due to congestive heart failure. He had been sick for a while, so all and all it was a blessing. As you can imagine, I became very lonely. The adjustment of being married for 44 year to suddenly being alone in a big empty house was not something I took well. Both socially and especially sexually I was and am depressed. I have no idea how to date and living in a very small town, the options are limited. Plus, I really don’t want to be in a relationship. Truth be told, if my k**s and grandk**s visited on occasion and I could get fucked every now and then, I would be happy. I searched some dating sites and chatted with some guys but just cannot pull the trigger. What I wanted was someone familiar, someone I could trust, someone that wasn’t expecting more than I was willing to give. As the weeks after my husband’s death turned to months, I was desperate. I found myself masturbating more and more often but as we all know, there is something rather hollow in the act of satisfying yourself.
About a year ago, I did something I am not proud of and if truth be told I am still not sure how all this plays out. It was mid-morning on a Saturday and my pussy was absolutely hungry for something I couldn’t give it. I picked up the phone and did something I had been dreaming about for……well I guess years. On the third ring he picked up the phone,
“Hello?”
“Hello, Jake“
“Yeah, what’s up Sheila?”
“Is Mandy home today?”
“No, she is working the ER, until 4”
“Oh, Geeez, on a weekend….well I was going to see if she would come down and help me rearrange some things”
“The k**s are with my parents, I’m Free if you need a hand”
“Do you think you could, Really?”
“Sure, give me about 15 minutes”
Things were playing out just as I suspected. Predictably, Jake took the bait. Ever since he broke Mandy’s heart he had been trying to get back into my good graces. In his mind, moving some furniture might help heal the wound and gain my acceptance. Jake showed up wearing a plain gray t-shirt and a black pair of athletic shorts. His hair was thinning a bit on top but everything else about him was near the same. I couldn’t believe I was really going to try to seduce my son in law, but here he was.
He walked into the house none the wiser. I was still wearing my short night gown and only my short night gown from the night before. As I sipped a cup of coffee, I noticed my figure in the reflection of the window. I still have very good tits. My ass isn’t what it once was, but I was hoping I had enough to pull this off.
“So what are we up to Mrs. Rodgers?”
“I want to rearrange a few things in my bedroom.”
“Sure”
Being in my house 100 times, Jake walked down the hall and into my bedroom. I walked in behind him, trying to figure out if I was really going to go through with this or just have him move some things around and let him go home. I shut the door and locked it behind me without him noticing.
“So what’s first”
He seemed to be in a hurry and I almost bailed on the plan but instead I sat on the bed and had him move a few things around. After a few pieces had been moved I mustered enough courage to finally make my move. I remember thinking to myself “well , here it goes” I moved myself against the headboard of the king-sized bed, propped my legs up and spread them just enough where I knew he could see my pussy if I could get him to look directly at me. I ordered him to place a dresser right in front of the bed. When he turned to look at me for further instructions, I saw his eyes light up and then quickly look away. When he looked back, I spread them a little wider. Just playing the game was so fucking HOT. He paced a bit and I could see his silky athletic shorts begin to bulge.
“Can you come here for a minute Jake”
His words came slow,
“Do you think that’s a good idea Mrs. Rodgers?
“Just sit…and talk with me for a minute”
I demanded and tapped the bed for him to sit next to me. Seeing his erection gave me a sense of confidence as I continued. Reluctantly he moved closer and sat on the bed in front of me.
“I know you love my daughter…..you are a great husband,……….. since Craig died, I have been lonely”
As I said the word “Lonely”, I grabbed his hand and moved it directly between my legs. He flinched for a second, but only a second
“But Sheila…..”
I grabbed his head and pulled him in, kissing him hurriedly on the lips, it was now or never. I could hear all the air leave his body. I kept his hand pressed into my pussy and could feel him start to work his fingers into my folds. Feeling a man’s touch probing my pussy brought me to an instant mini orgasm. I felt my pussy contract and spasm lightly.
Just as I had hoped, Jake mounted himself in front of me. He roughly pulled my nighty over my head, tossed it to the floor and buried his bearded face into my tits. Feeling his tongue and soft beard work hungrily into my tits sent pangs into my warm cunt. I could feel the bulge in his shorts push into my mound as he roughly dry humped me bringing on yet another mini orgasm.
With my nipples now erect after a thorough lashing, he placed his head directly above my pussy and ran his fingers gently through my trimmed bush. I could feel the hot air from his breath on my clit. I heard him take in a deep breath through his nose, inhaling my scent which has always been stronger than what I imagine it should be. He relished in my potent aroma like some sort of primal b**st, like he was trying to figure out If I was in season. Without hesitation, both hands between my legs spread my lips, exposing my clit. His thick tongue wet to work. I could hear him slurping and sucking all my juices into his mouth with his strong tongue, before settling exclusively on my clit. All the while I could hear him inhaling my scent and moaning. For a minute I thought he was going to shoot his load just from the scent emanating from my stinky pussy. It was SOOOO FUCKING HOT!! With his tongue flicking its way over my clit time and time again, I could feel my first real orgasm preparing to launch itself, I pushed his head heavily, with both hands, firmly into my pussy. I began seething through my teeth as my muscles contracted and spasmed wildly. I could feel tears welling as the pleasure of it all was completely overwhelming. When I finally settled he looked up at me, his beard glistening with my juices.
He smiled thinly and quickly jumped off the bed and took off his shoes and short’s. I could barely open my eyes. My body quivered and shook with orgasmic aftershocks. I felt him re-enter the bed and grab my short head of hair. I opened my eyes to see he was kneeling directly over my face, his cock in hand, pushing me into it, gripping my hair, pulling me closer. I turned and opened my mouth. He began filling my wanting mouth with his cock, thrusting violently into it. I struggled to keep his pace, tears streamed down my face as s**ttered moans somehow escaped me from around his shaft. A strong, musky scent of stale pussy and cum emanated from the base of his cock wafting into my nostrils and I immediately knew from all the times I had sniffed my daughter’s panties that he had fucked my daughter that morning. The thought brought me to a new sexual high. Suddenly, two fingers from his left-hand probed into my now spent pussy. Fervently, he finger fucked my hole with his two digits, all the while pounding his cock into the back of my throat. Without any warning at all, I felt a hot thick stream of cum hit the back of my throat, then another and another until I could feel it oozing from my lips as I gasped for air. As the taste of his cum mixed with the excessive finger banging overtook my senses, yet another, much more explosive orgasm invaded my entire body. What I can only describe as an “exorcist orgasm” took hold and I completely lost control. Losing control with a mouth full of cock and cum in your mouth is not something I was versed in handling. Screams and moans came through somehow around his cock as cum poured out of my mouth, down my chin and onto my chest. Swallowing his entire load was not an option. His cock slowed in my mouth, but his fingers seemed to get more and more violent. I had NEVER been so completely overcome by an orgasm in my life. When things finally settled and he withdrew his cock and fingers from my lifeless body, I felt his fingers gathering up the cum that decorated my chin and chest. Barely conscious he dabbed each dollop of cum carefully into my mouth and I vaguely remember opening wide so I might swallow whatever he gave me.
I don’t remember anything after that. I fell asleep and when I awoke, he was gone. It had almost seemed like a dream. If not for my sore body and cum stained sheets, I might have tried to convince myself that’s all it was.
Stay tuned for Part 3
Life was normal for 4 years during Mandy’s college experience. I resumed my regular sex life with my husband, and it was almost as if the last few years didn’t happen. As I predicted, Jake and Mandy reconnected during her sophomore year in college and right after graduation he popped the question. Her father and I were not thrilled, but Jake always will be the love of our daughter’s life, so we took it all in stride.
They bought a small house in the middle of town and were getting it fixed up before the wedding. One hot summer day before the wedding, I decided to stop by and surprise them with a few sandwiches and cold drinks while they worked to get the house in order. In hindsight I should have knocked on the door….but instead I just opened it and walked in, she was my daughter after all, right? Immediately I could hear My daughters voice from the upstairs bedroom screaming
“FUCK ME!, DON’T STOP!” “DON’T STOP, I GOING TO CUM, DON’T STOP!”
I should have ran out the house the same way I came in, but hearing her moaning sex voice repeat those words over and over, completely froze me for a second, then another second until I found myself creeping slowly up the stairs that were in the entry hall directly where I stood. I knew all the upstairs doors were taken off to be repainted. It was happening again! I still cannot believe I went up those steps but one by one my feet lifted me.
Soon I could hear skin slapping, with one more step I could make out the feet and bottom half of Jakes legs as he thrust forcefully into her. Another step and I could now see my daughter on all fours at the edge of the bed. Jake, who still had his t-shirt on was standing behind her, fucking her like a man possessed. I could see her thick ass jiggling with each thrust. I watched the sweat pouring from Jake’s face as I heard Mandy finally release with a massive angry orgasm. It was the kind of orgasm that takes so long to achieve, when it finally happens it’s part heaven, part hell. She moaned deep and guttural unlike anything I had ever heard from my little girl’s mouth.
Jake kept thumping his cock into her pussy until with a simple loud primal exhaled grunt, his hips calmed as he pumped my daughters pussy full. I was just about ready to start my retreat down the stairs when I watched Jake pull out. I remember plainly seeing globs of cum oozing from Mandy’s pussy, dripping onto the hardwood floor below. My eyes could not look away. I continued to stare as Jake took his finger and spread his cum from her pussy to her asshole. His fingers working back and forth, sometimes going inside her to excavate his cum from her pussy, then displace it to her tight asshole. I bit my bottom lip when he inserted his thumb into her tight ass. I was flush from head to toe, my pussy throbbed as I stood still on the steps in that small house. He kept his thumb in her ass, taking his pointer and middle finger underneath to begin massaging his cum as lubricant, into her clit. His three fingers worked in unison, wiggling back and forth between the folds of her pussy, over her clit and inside her tight asshole. She again began to moan threw her teeth “DON”T STOP…I’M GOING TO CUM AGAIN”, he rubbed her shoulders and pulled her long black hair with his off hand. I could see her big tits swinging underneath. Once again she let out a raging scream, her hips quivered and her head bucked to the ceiling, until finally she collapsed onto the bed placing her head in her hands gasping for air. Jake lay on the bed beside her and that was my cue to ease down the steps and out of the house.
It wasn’t until I was halfway home that I realized I left the sandwiches on the hallway table. I remember thinking “Oh god they are going to know I was in the house.” They never said a word about the sandwiches, but I am sure they were embarrassed and never imagined that I stayed to watch the performance.
On September 4 , 1999 Mandy and Jake were married and until a year ago all was normal. My husband Craig passed away in January of 2017 due to congestive heart failure. He had been sick for a while, so all and all it was a blessing. As you can imagine, I became very lonely. The adjustment of being married for 44 year to suddenly being alone in a big empty house was not something I took well. Both socially and especially sexually I was and am depressed. I have no idea how to date and living in a very small town, the options are limited. Plus, I really don’t want to be in a relationship. Truth be told, if my k**s and grandk**s visited on occasion and I could get fucked every now and then, I would be happy. I searched some dating sites and chatted with some guys but just cannot pull the trigger. What I wanted was someone familiar, someone I could trust, someone that wasn’t expecting more than I was willing to give. As the weeks after my husband’s death turned to months, I was desperate. I found myself masturbating more and more often but as we all know, there is something rather hollow in the act of satisfying yourself.
About a year ago, I did something I am not proud of and if truth be told I am still not sure how all this plays out. It was mid-morning on a Saturday and my pussy was absolutely hungry for something I couldn’t give it. I picked up the phone and did something I had been dreaming about for……well I guess years. On the third ring he picked up the phone,
“Hello?”
“Hello, Jake“
“Yeah, what’s up Sheila?”
“Is Mandy home today?”
“No, she is working the ER, until 4”
“Oh, Geeez, on a weekend….well I was going to see if she would come down and help me rearrange some things”
“The k**s are with my parents, I’m Free if you need a hand”
“Do you think you could, Really?”
“Sure, give me about 15 minutes”
Things were playing out just as I suspected. Predictably, Jake took the bait. Ever since he broke Mandy’s heart he had been trying to get back into my good graces. In his mind, moving some furniture might help heal the wound and gain my acceptance. Jake showed up wearing a plain gray t-shirt and a black pair of athletic shorts. His hair was thinning a bit on top but everything else about him was near the same. I couldn’t believe I was really going to try to seduce my son in law, but here he was.
He walked into the house none the wiser. I was still wearing my short night gown and only my short night gown from the night before. As I sipped a cup of coffee, I noticed my figure in the reflection of the window. I still have very good tits. My ass isn’t what it once was, but I was hoping I had enough to pull this off.
“So what are we up to Mrs. Rodgers?”
“I want to rearrange a few things in my bedroom.”
“Sure”
Being in my house 100 times, Jake walked down the hall and into my bedroom. I walked in behind him, trying to figure out if I was really going to go through with this or just have him move some things around and let him go home. I shut the door and locked it behind me without him noticing.
“So what’s first”
He seemed to be in a hurry and I almost bailed on the plan but instead I sat on the bed and had him move a few things around. After a few pieces had been moved I mustered enough courage to finally make my move. I remember thinking to myself “well , here it goes” I moved myself against the headboard of the king-sized bed, propped my legs up and spread them just enough where I knew he could see my pussy if I could get him to look directly at me. I ordered him to place a dresser right in front of the bed. When he turned to look at me for further instructions, I saw his eyes light up and then quickly look away. When he looked back, I spread them a little wider. Just playing the game was so fucking HOT. He paced a bit and I could see his silky athletic shorts begin to bulge.
“Can you come here for a minute Jake”
His words came slow,
“Do you think that’s a good idea Mrs. Rodgers?
“Just sit…and talk with me for a minute”
I demanded and tapped the bed for him to sit next to me. Seeing his erection gave me a sense of confidence as I continued. Reluctantly he moved closer and sat on the bed in front of me.
“I know you love my daughter…..you are a great husband,……….. since Craig died, I have been lonely”
As I said the word “Lonely”, I grabbed his hand and moved it directly between my legs. He flinched for a second, but only a second
“But Sheila…..”
I grabbed his head and pulled him in, kissing him hurriedly on the lips, it was now or never. I could hear all the air leave his body. I kept his hand pressed into my pussy and could feel him start to work his fingers into my folds. Feeling a man’s touch probing my pussy brought me to an instant mini orgasm. I felt my pussy contract and spasm lightly.
Just as I had hoped, Jake mounted himself in front of me. He roughly pulled my nighty over my head, tossed it to the floor and buried his bearded face into my tits. Feeling his tongue and soft beard work hungrily into my tits sent pangs into my warm cunt. I could feel the bulge in his shorts push into my mound as he roughly dry humped me bringing on yet another mini orgasm.
With my nipples now erect after a thorough lashing, he placed his head directly above my pussy and ran his fingers gently through my trimmed bush. I could feel the hot air from his breath on my clit. I heard him take in a deep breath through his nose, inhaling my scent which has always been stronger than what I imagine it should be. He relished in my potent aroma like some sort of primal b**st, like he was trying to figure out If I was in season. Without hesitation, both hands between my legs spread my lips, exposing my clit. His thick tongue wet to work. I could hear him slurping and sucking all my juices into his mouth with his strong tongue, before settling exclusively on my clit. All the while I could hear him inhaling my scent and moaning. For a minute I thought he was going to shoot his load just from the scent emanating from my stinky pussy. It was SOOOO FUCKING HOT!! With his tongue flicking its way over my clit time and time again, I could feel my first real orgasm preparing to launch itself, I pushed his head heavily, with both hands, firmly into my pussy. I began seething through my teeth as my muscles contracted and spasmed wildly. I could feel tears welling as the pleasure of it all was completely overwhelming. When I finally settled he looked up at me, his beard glistening with my juices.
He smiled thinly and quickly jumped off the bed and took off his shoes and short’s. I could barely open my eyes. My body quivered and shook with orgasmic aftershocks. I felt him re-enter the bed and grab my short head of hair. I opened my eyes to see he was kneeling directly over my face, his cock in hand, pushing me into it, gripping my hair, pulling me closer. I turned and opened my mouth. He began filling my wanting mouth with his cock, thrusting violently into it. I struggled to keep his pace, tears streamed down my face as s**ttered moans somehow escaped me from around his shaft. A strong, musky scent of stale pussy and cum emanated from the base of his cock wafting into my nostrils and I immediately knew from all the times I had sniffed my daughter’s panties that he had fucked my daughter that morning. The thought brought me to a new sexual high. Suddenly, two fingers from his left-hand probed into my now spent pussy. Fervently, he finger fucked my hole with his two digits, all the while pounding his cock into the back of my throat. Without any warning at all, I felt a hot thick stream of cum hit the back of my throat, then another and another until I could feel it oozing from my lips as I gasped for air. As the taste of his cum mixed with the excessive finger banging overtook my senses, yet another, much more explosive orgasm invaded my entire body. What I can only describe as an “exorcist orgasm” took hold and I completely lost control. Losing control with a mouth full of cock and cum in your mouth is not something I was versed in handling. Screams and moans came through somehow around his cock as cum poured out of my mouth, down my chin and onto my chest. Swallowing his entire load was not an option. His cock slowed in my mouth, but his fingers seemed to get more and more violent. I had NEVER been so completely overcome by an orgasm in my life. When things finally settled and he withdrew his cock and fingers from my lifeless body, I felt his fingers gathering up the cum that decorated my chin and chest. Barely conscious he dabbed each dollop of cum carefully into my mouth and I vaguely remember opening wide so I might swallow whatever he gave me.
I don’t remember anything after that. I fell asleep and when I awoke, he was gone. It had almost seemed like a dream. If not for my sore body and cum stained sheets, I might have tried to convince myself that’s all it was.
Stay tuned for Part 3
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