Wicked Whispers Pt. 03

Wicked Whispers

By Serena Vayne

At evening, the Tennessee sun sank low, painting the farmhouse in shades of amber, the air still thick as molasses with heat and unspoken tension. Dinner had been a damn minefield--Jake and Tommy chattering about spark plugs and shitty gas stations, oblivious to the silent war raging between Lily and Tom. She'd poked at her mashed potatoes, eyes glued to the plate, every nerve on edge as Tom sat stiff across from her, those grizzled hands fumbling with his beer, the clink too loud against the rickety table. She couldn't look at him--not after catching him in the bathroom, that massive cock pumping her thong, cum dripping like a confession she couldn't unsee. Fuck... why's it stuck in my head? she thought, pussy tingling under her shorts, a heat she couldn't scrub away no matter how hard she tried.

Jake squinted at her over his beer, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, that easy grin fading a bit. "You okay, babe? You're quiet as hell tonight--ain't like you," he said, his voice casual, but his hazel eyes sharpened, catching the way her shoulders tensed, the flicker of something off in her smile.

Lily's head snapped up, forcing a grin that felt like plastic. "Just tired, hon... long day, ya know?" she replied, her voice cracking a hair, too high, and she cursed herself for it, shoving a bite of potatoes in to cover the tremble.

Jake's brow furrowed, flicking a glance at Tom--the old man's jaw tightened, beer bottle gripped like it'd crack, sweat beading on his forehead despite the ceiling fan spinning lazy overhead. Somethin's fuckin' weird... they're both jumpy as cats on a hot roof, Jake thought, a shadow creeping into his gut he couldn't name.

Tom cleared his throat, chair scraping loud as he pushed it back. "Think I'll turn in early... long day too," he rasped, voice rougher than sandpaper, bolting upstairs before Jake could say shit. The thud of his boots echoed on the creaky steps, leaving a silence that pressed down like the heat itself.

Jake watched him go, that shadow growing: Dad's actin' like he's hidin' somethin'... what's up with 'em? He turned back to Lily, leaning closer, voice low. "You sure you're good, darlin'? You've been off since this mornin'," he said.

She nodded quick, too quick, forcing another smile. "Yeah, babe... just need some rest," she answered, but her hands shook as she stacked the plates, that damn image flashing again--Tom's cock, thick and brutal, bigger than Jake's, a dirty secret that wouldn't let her breathe.

Upstairs, the old farmhouse groaned under the weight of the night, the air thick as molasses as Lily stood at the bedroom mirror, peeling off her tank top slow, thong hugging her pussy tight as she swapped it for a fresh pair--black lace, barely covering that sweet slit Jake loved to devour. She caught her reflection--tits spilling out, ass round and begging--and froze, mind reeling back to the bathroom: Tom's grizzled hand pumping that monster, her thong wrapped around it, cum leaking thick and hot. Fuck... why's it makin' me wet? she thought, pussy pulsing under the lace, shame burning her cheeks as she rubbed her thighs together, trying to kill the itch that wouldn't quit. Her fingers hovered over her slit, brushing the damp fabric, a soft moan slipping out before she yanked her hand away: No... this is fucked up...

Jake slipped in behind her, shirt already off, eyes raking over her in the mirror, cock stirring in his jeans at the sight. "Goddamn, babe... you're a fuckin' vision," he growled, stepping close, hands sliding up her hips, thumbs brushing the edge of her thong.

She turned fast, pressing against him, needing to drown that twisted heat in something safe, something hers. "Take me, Jake... I need you bad," she whispered, voice thick with a hunger she couldn't name, yanking his jeans down to free that thick cock, already hard and leaking for her.

He grinned, hands gripping her ass, lifting her onto the dresser with a thud, tugging her nightie up to bare those heavy tits. "You're burnin' up tonight, darlin'... what's got you so damn hot?" he rasped, sucking a hard nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking over it as she moaned, loud and reckless.

"Yes... fuck me... so good..." she cried, her voice spilling out as he worked her nipple, her body arching into him.

He shoved her thighs apart, ripping the thong aside, slamming into her dripping pussy with one deep thrust, groaning. "Jesus... you're soaked, babe..." he said, his voice rough with awe as she rode him hard, hips bucking, mind spinning--Tom's cock flashing behind her eyes, that massive beast dwarfing Jake's--and words slipped out raw and unfiltered.

"Fuck... so big... harder..." she gasped, her voice breaking, caught in the heat of it.

Jake's eyes flared, a twisted heat sparking as he pounded her deeper. "Big, huh? You want it rough tonight?" he teased, his voice rough, but that shadow flickered--Dad's been weird... what if he's touchin' her in his head?--and his cock throbbed harder, a small, sick thrill he couldn't shake.

He gripped her tighter, slamming in, dresser banging against the wall. "What if Dad grabbed you, babe? You'd like that shit?" he asked, his words a dark jab, testing her, the idea igniting something in him.

Lily's head snapped back, pussy clenching as she gasped. "No... what the fuck, Jake?" she shot back, her voice shaking, too sharp, but her body betrayed her, soaking his cock more, that image of Tom's monster driving her wild.

She clawed his shoulders, moaning. "Just... fuck me..." she begged, redirecting him, her voice desperate to bury the slip.

Jake grinned, too lost in the heat to dig. "Just fuckin' with ya, darlin'... but damn, you're wet as hell," he said, pounding faster, the wet slap of their fucking filling the room, her screams spilling out.

"Harder... oh fuck... I'm gonna..." she cried, her voice rising as her pussy spasmed, juices gushing as she came.

Jake roared as he unloaded deep inside, hot cum spilling out around him, both panting like they'd run a damn marathon. "Fuck, Lily... you're somethin' else," he panted, kissing her sloppy, that flicker still nagging at him, a faint hưng phấn he didn't dare name.

They collapsed onto the bed, tangled in sweat and sheets, Jake's arm slung over her as his breath slowed. "You sure you're okay, babe? You've been off all fuckin' day," he murmured, stroking her hair, eyes searching hers in the dim light.

Lily nestled into his chest, forcing a sleepy smile. "Yeah... just tired, hon," she said, but her mind wouldn't quit--Tom's cock, thick and brutal, pulsing in her thong, that dirty heat she couldn't bury: I didn't mean it... but fuck, it's screwin' with me...

Jake's hand stilled, a shadow crossing his thoughts: She's hidin' somethin'... what if Dad's gettin' too close? He didn't ask, didn't push, but his cock twitched faintly at the idea, a twisted thrill he shoved down deep. "Love you, darlin'," he muttered, kissing her forehead, both drifting off as the farmhouse creaked around them--a quiet witness to secrets creeping closer than they knew, a crack in their trust splitting wider with every whisper they couldn't voice.

The Tennessee dawn broke soft and golden, sunlight spilling through the warped blinds of Tom's old farmhouse, casting jagged stripes across Lily's face as she lay tangled in sweat-damp sheets. Jake's arm was slung heavy over her waist, his snores a low rumble against her neck, but her mind churned like a damn storm--that image of Tom's massive cock, thick and pulsing in her thong, wouldn't let go. It'd haunted her since yesterday, burning hotter than the July heat, her pussy tingling under the thin nightie every time she closed her eyes. Why'm I so fucked up over this? she thought, slipping out of bed quiet as a ghost, bare feet padding to the bathroom, the floorboards creaking softly underfoot.

She splashed cold water on her face, but the ache wouldn't wash away--that beast, bigger than Jake's, dripping cum like a promise she couldn't unmake, its sheer size etched into her soul like a brand.

Downstairs, the kitchen was a furnace by the time she fired up the coffee pot, the rich aroma mingling with the sizzle of eggs as she fried them up, trying to drown out the whisper in her head--that primal scent of Tom's desire, musky and raw, still clinging to her memory. She wore a thin white tank top and denim cutoffs, the fabric clinging to her curves, sweat beading on her neck, trickling slow and teasing down her cleavage, soaking the cotton 'til it was damn near see-through, her nipples hard and dark against it.

Jake stumbled in, shirtless and sleepy, scratching his broad chest, jeans slung low on his hips, the morning stubble rough on his jaw. "Mornin', babe... smellin' like fuckin' heaven," he drawled, wrapping an arm around her from behind, morning wood pressing firm against her ass through his boxers.

She forced a smile, leaning back into him, but her mind wasn't on his touch--it was on Tom, out there on the porch, his rough hands trembling as he'd pumped her thong, that guilt-ridden hunger in his eyes when she'd fled.

"You okay? You've been off since last night," Jake muttered, kissing her neck, voice laced with concern but that shadow of suspicion flickering in his hazel eyes, sharper than yesterday.

Lily nodded quick, too quick, voice soft. "Yeah, hon... just tired, is all," she said, but her pussy throbbed, wet and needy, a secret she couldn't scrub clean, her thighs pressing together under the counter as she flipped the eggs, trying to hide the flush creeping up her chest.

Jake's hands slid lower, gripping her hips, thumbs brushing the edge of her shorts, but she squirmed away, mumbling, "Let me finish breakfast, babe," her voice a little too high, betraying the tension she couldn't shake.

Tom sat out on the porch, nursing a black coffee, silver hair glinting under the sun, his weathered hands gripping the mug like it'd anchor him. He hadn't slept--not after yesterday, not after she'd caught him jerking off with her panties, those hazel eyes wide and shocked as she bolted, her silhouette burned into his brain. She saw me... fuck, I'm a dead man if Jake finds out, he thought, gut churning, but his cock twitched at the memory--her tight ass in those cutoffs, those big tits bouncing as she ran out, that scent of her pussy still clinging to the lace he'd washed clean in secret, hidden deep in his drawer like a goddamn sin.

She's too damn hot... I'd sell my soul to taste her, he admitted, shame burning his chest, but that hunger wouldn't quit, growing wilder with every stolen glance through the window, every curve of her body he couldn't unsee.

Tommy bounded in, lanky and full of teenage energy, snagging a piece of toast from the counter. "Yo, Jake--Bobby from down the road just called. Said he's hostin' a fishin' trip at Miller's Lake today, me and him used to fish there all the time as kids, back when we'd skip school and sneak outta town. You in?" he asked, Bobby was an old pal from their childhood summers, a lanky redhead with a beat-up boat and a love for cold beers by the water--a classic American pastime in these parts, perfect for a lazy Saturday.

Jake grinned, grabbing his boots, the memory sparking a laugh. "Hell yeah, man--been ages since I reeled one in with Bobby. Gimme five," he said, he kissed Lily's cheek, oblivious to the storm brewing in her, and headed out with Tommy, the screen door slamming shut, the growl of the pickup fading down the gravel road as they roared off to Miller's Lake, thirty minutes away, leaving Lily alone with Tom for the day.

The house fell silent, just Lily and Tom, the air crackling with a tension neither could name. She stayed in the kitchen, wiping down counters, still in that thin tank top and cutoffs, the fabric clinging tighter in the heat, sweat beading on her neck, trickling slow between her tits, soaking the cotton 'til it was damn near see-through, nipples poking hard and dark against it.

She swapped the tank for a white bikini top--tiny, barely holding those full mounds, nipples teasing through the wet fabric as she moved, the strings tied loose at her back, threatening to slip with each stretch. She kept the shorts on, frayed edges riding high to flash the bottom curve of her ass, thighs creamy and begging under the sun streaming through the windows. It's too fuckin' hot... might as well stay cool, she thought, but deep down, she knew--she wanted him to see, wanted to feel those eyes on her again, even if she couldn't admit it, not yet.

She moved deliberately, bending to dust the coffee table, ass swaying slow, tits bouncing free under the bikini, pussy outlined faintly through the shorts every time she stretched, a silent invitation she didn't dare name.

Tom lingered on the porch, sipping his coffee, but his eyes kept darting inside, catching glimpses of her--that tight ass swaying as she bent over, those big tits straining against the bikini, nipples hard and begging, pussy teasing through the denim with every shift. Fuckin' hell... she's doin' this on purpose, he thought, throat dry, cock swelling thick in his jeans, a beast he couldn't cage.

He stayed silent, leaning against the railing, pretending to fix a loose board, but his gaze followed her every move, heart pounding, shame and lust battling in his gut, a war he was losing fast. She's Jake's wife... my daughter-in-law... but Jesus, she's too damn sexy, he thought, jaw tight, cock straining against his zipper, a dull ache pulsing through him.

Lily felt it--that heavy stare, burning into her skin--and her pussy tingled, wet and needy, but she kept her cool, humming softly, pretending she didn't notice, letting the silence stretch, thick and electric, between them. He's watchin'... why's it makin' me hot? she thought, pussy clenching under the shorts, a flush creeping up her chest she couldn't hide, thighs pressing together as she wiped the counter, slower now, deliberate.

By noon, the heat was a goddamn tyrant, the farmhouse groaning under its weight, the thin walls creaking with every step, the ceiling fan spinning lazy and useless overhead. Jake's voice crackled through her phone, tinny and distant. "Babe, we're stayin' out 'til late--Bobby's got a cooler full of beer, and the fish are bitin' good. You good holdin' down the fort?" he asked.

Lily's heart skipped, a shiver running through her, pussy pulsing at the thought of more time alone with Tom. "Yeah, hon... take your time," she replied, she hung up, the silence pressing in, that tension thickening like molasses, the air heavy with unspoken heat.

Tom stepped inside, boots scuffing the floor, his silver hair damp with sweat, mouth opening like he'd say something, but the words died on his tongue, stuck in his throat like a damn lump. How do I even start... fuckin' sorry ain't enough, he thought, eyes locking on her--that bikini top straining against her tits, shorts hugging her ass, a sight too fuckin' perfect to ignore, too forbidden to touch.

Lily caught his stare, heart racing, stepping closer, voice soft but measured, keeping a distance she felt she had to maintain. "Mr. Tom... about yesterday..." she said, her words hung in the air, fragile as glass.

He flinched, face crumpling with shame, eyes dropping to the floor, hands trembling as he gripped the counter. "Lily... shit, I'm so damn sorry, Lily. I'm a sick bastard for what I did--usin' your... your panties like that. I ain't got no excuse, just... I'm ashamed as hell, feel like dirt, and I regret it with every bone in my body," he rasped, voice rough and raw, his head bowed, guilt and regret pouring out, cheeks flushed with humiliation.

But his gaze flicked up, catching her curves again, cock twitching despite the ache in his chest, a hunger he couldn't kill. She's too fuckin' gorgeous... I can't stop lookin', even now, he thought.

Lily's breath hitched, a strange pride swelling in her--not anger, not disgust, but something warmer, twisted, a flicker of understanding she didn't expect. He thinks I'm beautiful... fuckin' hot, even, and he's sorry... she thought, pussy pulsing under her shorts, a heat she couldn't deny growing softer, more empathetic.

She stepped closer, voice gentle, still keeping that careful distance, her tone calm and sincere. "It's okay, Mr. Tom... I get it. You've been alone so long, carryin' all that weight after Mrs. passed, raisin' Jake and Tommy by yourself. I'm not mad, really. I understand why you did it--it's human, and I don't hold it against you," she said, her words were slow, steady, filled with a quiet compassion, her eyes soft but searching his, bridging that gap just a little, trying to ease his pain.

Tom's jaw dropped, disbelief flashing in those deep-set eyes, voice cracking. "You... you ain't mad? Darlin', I--" he said, he stopped, throat tight, eyes wide, hands shaking as he gripped the counter harder, the weight of her forgiveness crashing over him, a mix of relief and terror swirling in his gut.

She's too fuckin' kind... too damn perfect, he thought, cock throbbing painfully in his jeans, a beast he couldn't control, but he kept his distance, not daring to move closer, not yet, the shame holding him back like chains.

Lily hesitated, her heart pounding, but she pushed forward, voice quieter now, a thrill spiking through her as she tested the waters, still careful. "I... I wanna help you, Mr. Tom. Ease that tension you're carryin'. But it's gotta stay between us--Jake can't know, ever," she said, her words came slow, deliberate, her hands trembling as she reached for the waistband of her shorts, fingers hesitating, hooking under the denim with a shaky breath.

She slid them down, slow and steady, revealing the black lace thong hugging her pussy tight, damp with sweat and her own arousal, the fabric clinging to her slit, outlining every curve as she stepped out, standing there in just the bikini top and thong, her body on display--not lewd, but striking, serious, beautiful in its vulnerability. Her full breasts strained against the bikini, nipples hard and dark through the wet fabric, her ass round and creamy, thighs begging under the golden light, a goddess-like presence, not a cheap thrill.

"Take it, Mr. Tom... for you," she whispered, holding out the thong, voice husky but firm, eyes locked on his, a mix of seduction and sincerity, a challenge and a comfort in one.

Tom's breath caught, hands shaking as he reached for it, eyes wide with disbelief and a rush of raw, overwhelming joy. "Lily... fuck, I can't believe..." he said, his fingers brushed hers, the contact sending a jolt through them both, his grip reverent as he took the thong, lifting it to his nose, inhaling deep--that sweet, musky hit of her pussy slammed into him, sweat and arousal soaking the lace, wetter than he'd ever imagined, a scent so intoxicating it made his knees weak.

Her cunt's drippin'... she's turned on, fuckin' hell, he thought, cock swelling hard and thick in his jeans, straining against the zipper as he groaned low, eyes locked on her, a mix of awe and hunger. "So fuckin' perfect... you're an angel, darlin'... I'm losin' my mind over you," he rasped, he stood there, trembling, the thong clutched in his fist, voice cracking as he asked, voice raw and pleading.

"Lily... can I... can I do it now? I've been holdin' it in all mornin', watchin' you, needin' you so bad it hurts--I can't take it no more," he pleaded.

Lily's heart raced, pussy clenching hard under the bikini bottoms, a moan slipping out before she could stop it. "Yeah... go ahead, Mr. Tom. But it's just this once, and nobody knows--not Jake, not anyone," she said, her voice was steady, but her thighs trembled, pussy dripping as she watched him, standing there, serious and beautiful, not cheap or vulgar, but a woman sharing a secret, a flame too bright to ignore.

She stepped back, leaning against the counter, eyes fixed on him, drinking in the sight--his grizzled hands, rough and trembling, unwrapping the thong, that massive cock springing free as he unzipped, bigger than Jake's, thicker, veiny, leaking pre-cum at the tip, a beast she couldn't unsee. He wrapped the lace around it, stroking slow and deliberate, groaning deep and guttural.

"Fuck... Lily... your pussy's gotta be so fuckin' tight..." he growled, his teeth gritted, jaw tight, eyes glazing over as he pictured her bent over that counter, legs spread, moaning his name, that tight ass bouncing, those big tits swaying--a fantasy so vivid it hurt, his hips bucking into his fist, the thong soaking up every drop of pre-cum, slick and hot against his skin.

He panted, eyes locking on her, voice rough and desperate. "Lily... can I see your tits? Just look... not touchin', I swear. It'd help me... finish faster, darlin'," he pleaded, his voice was a plea, raw and vulnerable, hands shaking as he pumped faster, the thong dripping with his need.

Lily hesitated, heart pounding, pussy throbbing, but she nodded, voice firm but soft. "Okay... but no touchin', Mr. Tom. This stays our secret," she said, she reached behind, untying the bikini strings, letting the top fall, revealing those full, creamy breasts, nipples hard and pink, swaying gently as she stood there, serious and exposed, not lewd but breathtaking, a vision of beauty and trust.

Tom's breath hitched, cock pulsing harder, cum leaking faster as he stared, groaning. "Fuck... so fuckin' perfect... you're killin' me, darlin'..." he rasped, until hot, sticky cum erupted, splattering across the thong, dripping onto the floor, his chest heaving as he panted, eyes locked on her tits, a mix of shame and raw joy washing over him.

Lily stood there, pussy soaked, thighs trembling, fighting the urge to touch herself, hands clenched at her sides as she watched him, the sight of his pleasure sending a jolt through her. This is so fucked up... but fuck, it's hot, she thought, biting her lip, pussy dripping as she tried to stay calm, heart racing with a need she couldn't name.

She tied the bikini back on, voice shaking. "That's it, Mr. Tom. Nobody knows--not Jake, not anyone," she said.

He nodded, still breathless, thong clutched in his fist, voice hoarse. "I swear, darlin'... thank you," he murmured.

She bolted upstairs, locking herself in the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face, pussy throbbing, wet and needy, a fire she couldn't douse. I'm fucked... but I'll deal with it tonight, she vowed, waiting for Jake to come home, that hunger burning brighter with every second.

That evening, Jake rolled in, sunburned and buzzed on Miller Light, Tommy trailing behind, laughing about the catfish they'd caught. "Babe, you won't believe the size of that fucker--twenty fuckin' pounds!" he boomed, pulling her into a sweaty hug, hands sliding down her ass, feeling the damp heat through her shorts.

Lily forced a laugh, pressing against him, but her mind was on Tom, that monster she'd watched explode, her pussy soaked and begging, thighs trembling with need. Fuck... I can't tell him... but I need this, she thought, voice husky as she whispered. "Fuck me, Jake... I need you bad," she said, she dragged him upstairs, nightie clinging to her curves, nipples hard against the fabric, a hunger burning in her eyes he couldn't ignore.

He grinned, hands gripping her hips, tossing her onto the bed with a thud. "Hell yeah, darlin'... you're on fire tonight," he said, but his grin faded a bit, eyes narrowing as he looked at her--that wild, desperate edge, the way she'd been quiet at dinner, those fleeting glances between her and Tom that felt too heavy, too charged.

Somethin's up... she's been alone with Dad all day, and now she's fuckin' burnin' up, he thought, cock stirring harder, a mix of suspicion and a twisted thrill sparking in his gut. He remembered dinner--Tom's eyes lingering on her a little too long, that awkward shuffle when their hands brushed passing the salt, a strange heat in the old man's gaze that'd made Jake's skin prickle.

He's been starin' at her... what if he's thinkin' dirty shit? The thought sent a jolt through him, cock swelling thicker, a sick excitement he couldn't shake as he tugged her nightie up, sucking a nipple hard, tongue flicking over it as she moaned. "Yes... oh fuck... so good..." she cried.

Lily arched into him, pussy soaked and needy, mind flashing to Tom's cock--that massive beast she'd watched, bigger than Jake's, harder, pulsing with cum--and words slipped out, raw and unfiltered. "Fuck me... so big... harder..." she gasped, her voice was thick, desperate, hips bucking as she rode him, thighs trembling, pussy dripping onto his cock, soaking his boxers.

Jake's eyes flared, suspicion sharpening, that twisted heat growing. Big? She's actin' like she's seein' someone else... Dad's been too fuckin' close, I can feel it, he thought, he pounded her deeper, voice rough and teasing. "Big, huh? You want it rough like that, darlin'? What if Dad saw you today, prancin' around in that bikini... what if he touched you, babe? You'd get off on that, wouldn't ya?" he asked, his words were laced with doubt, but also a dark thrill, cock pulsing harder as he pictured Tom's rough hands on her, those big tits bouncing under his touch, that tight ass swaying for his old man--a fantasy that made him nung hơn, grunting louder.

"Fuck... you're so damn wet... tell me, babe, you thinkin' about him?" he growled.

Lily froze, pussy clenching tight around him, a moan spilling out before she could stop it. "No... what the fuck, Jake?" she shot back, her voice shook, too sharp, but her body betrayed her, soaking his cock more, that image of Tom's monster driving her wild.

She clawed his shoulders, moaning. "Just... fuck me... harder..." she begged.

Jake chuckled, voice darker now, suspicion and excitement mingling. "Just playin', darlin'... but fuck, you're drippin' like never before. Somethin's got you goin'--is it Dad?" he teased, he fucked her harder, bed slamming against the wall, dresser banging, her screams filling the room.

"Harder... oh fuck... I'm gonna..." she cried, she came hard, pussy gushing, juices soaking the sheets.

Jake roared as he unloaded deep, hot cum spilling out around him, both panting, tangled in sweat, his doubts sharper, cock still tingling with that twisted thrill.

Afterward, they lay there, Jake's arm slung over her, breath slowing, but his mind raced. She's hidin' somethin'... what if Dad's been touchin' her? he thought, he didn't ask, just kissed her forehead, thinking. It's fucked up... but it's turnin' me on more than I thought, he mused.

Lily nestled into his chest, heart pounding, pussy still throbbing. Tom's cock... I'm losin' it... but I can't tell Jake, she thought, she slipped out of bed, nightie clinging to her curves, grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen, the house quiet save for the creak of floors.

In the hallway, she bumped into Tom, his silver hair disheveled, eyes bloodshot, standing there in a loose T-shirt and boxers, hands trembling as he gripped a glass. "Mr. Tom... why ain't you sleepin'?" she whispered, voice soft, heart racing as she saw the raw need in his eyes, the flush on his cheeks.

Tom's voice cracked, rough and low. "Can't, darlin'... that sound you and Jake made--fuckin' drove me crazy, hearin' you moan like that, screamin' for him. My head's a mess, and my cock... it won't quit. I'm sorry, I'm so fuckin' sorry, but I can't stop thinkin' 'bout you," he confessed, his words were a confession, shame and desire pouring out, his cock twitching faintly under his boxers, visible in the dim light.

Lily's face burned, cheeks flushing hot, pussy clenching as shame and sympathy crashed over her. He heard us... oh God, I'm so fucked up for likin' this, she thought, she stepped closer, voice gentle.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Tom... I didn't mean for you to hear that. I... I can help you, if you want. Ease that tension, like before. But it's gotta stay secret--nobody knows, not Jake," she offered, her words hung in the air, a quiet offer, her eyes searching his, heart pounding, pussy wet with a need she couldn't deny, leaving the farmhouse creaking around them, whispering secrets too loud to ignore, a forbidden flame burning brighter, ready to consume them all.

The farmhouse hallway stretched long and narrow in the dim glow of a single bulb flickering overhead, its warped boards groaning under Lily's bare feet as she followed Tom toward his room. Her heart slammed against her ribs, a wild rhythm she couldn't tame, each step heavy with a mix of dread and a dark, pulsing thrill she couldn't name. Tom moved ahead, his broad shoulders hunched, silver hair catching the faint light, hands shoved deep in his pockets like he was fighting to keep 'em still. Neither spoke--the silence was thick, electric, wrapping around them like the humid Tennessee night pressing through the thin walls.

She clutched her arms tight across her chest, the nightie clinging to her curves, nipples hard against the damp fabric, pussy throbbing with a need she hated herself for feeling. What the fuck am I doin'? This is so messed up... but I can't stop, she thought, shame burning her cheeks as they reached his door.

Tom hesitated, his grizzled hand trembling on the knob, glancing back at her with eyes dark and stormy--guilt, hunger, and something softer all tangled up in 'em. "Lily... you sure 'bout this?" he asked, his voice was low, cracked, like he was begging her to turn back even as his body leaned toward her.

She swallowed hard, meeting his gaze, her own voice barely a whisper. "Yeah... just... let's get it over with, Mr. Tom. Nobody knows," she said, the words felt heavy, final, and he nodded slow, pushing the door open with a creak that echoed through the quiet house, stepping aside to let her in.

The room smelled of him--old wood, faint tobacco, and that musky edge of a man who'd spent years alone, bottling up every damn desire 'til it spilled over. A single lamp glowed weak on the nightstand, casting jagged shadows across the unmade bed, sheets twisted from a sleepless night. Lily stepped inside, the air hot and close, her bare thighs brushing together as she stopped near the bed, heart racing so loud she swore he could hear it.

Tom shut the door slow, deliberate, the soft click of the latch sounding like a gunshot in the stillness, sealing them in with a tension that clawed at her gut. He stood there, back against the wood, watching her like a man staring down a cliff--terrified, but too damn drawn to look away.

Lily's breath hitched, the silence choking her, that forbidden heat simmering hotter with every second he didn't move. She couldn't take it--the waiting, the weight of his stare burning into her skin. Stepping closer, voice shaky but firm, she broke it. "Mr. Tom... take your pants off," she said, her words hung raw in the air, a quiet command that jolted him, his eyes widening like she'd slapped him.

"Lily... fuck, you don't hafta--" he started, voice rough, but she cut him off, stepping closer still, close enough to feel the heat rolling off him.

"I said it's fine. Just... do it," she insisted, her tone was steady now, a strange power sparking through her shame, pussy clenching as she watched him fumble with his belt, hands trembling like a damn teenager.

The zipper rasped loud in the quiet, and his boxers slid down, that massive cock springing free--thick, veiny, a beast even bigger than she remembered, the head flushed dark and leaking a fat bead of pre-cum that glistened in the dim light. It hung heavy between his thighs, bigger than Jake's by a mile, pulsing with a raw, primal need that made her knees weak. She'd seen it twice before--once in the bathroom, once in the kitchen--but up close like this, third time's the charm, it hit her like a freight train. Jesus fuckin' Christ... it's huge... how's it even real? she thought, mouth dry, pussy soaking the thong under her nightie as she stared, mesmerized, a flush creeping up her chest she couldn't hide.

She dropped to her knees slow, almost reverent, face level with that monster, the musky scent of him--sweat, arousal, and something darker--slamming into her senses. Her hands shook as she reached out, fingers brushing the hot, velvet skin of his shaft, wrapping around it tentative at first, then tighter, feeling it throb under her grip.

Tom groaned low, a guttural sound that rumbled through the room, his head tipping back against the door. "Fuck... Lily... your hands..." he rasped, his voice was wrecked, raw, hips twitching as she started stroking, slow and deliberate, the slick pre-cum coating her palm, making it glide smooth over every thick inch.

Her breath came fast, uneven, the weight of him in her hand sending jolts through her--shame crashing against a twisted pride that she could do this to him, make him unravel like this. His cock pulsed harder, veins bulging under her fingers, and she pumped faster, eyes locked on it, watching the way it strained, the tip weeping more with every stroke.

Tom's hands clenched at his sides, knuckles white, teeth gritted as he muttered, "Shit... so fuckin' good... you're killin' me, darlin'..." The roughness in his voice, those filthy words spilling out, lit a fire in her gut, her pussy dripping now, thighs pressing together as she worked him, lost in the rhythm of it.

But minutes dragged on, her wrist aching, and he still didn't cum--his breaths were ragged, chest heaving, but no release. She slowed, looking up at him, cheeks flushed, voice soft. "You okay, Mr. Tom? It's... takin' a while," she said.

He groaned, dragging a hand through his silver hair, eyes glazed with need and frustration. "Fuck... I... I already jerked off at noon thinkin' 'bout you, Lily. Hand's good, darlin', but... it ain't enough this time," he admitted, his voice dropped lower, hesitant, pleading, a raw edge cutting through.

"Could you... use your mouth? Just this once... I'm hurtin' so bad. Ain't had a woman's lips on me in twenty damn years--not since my wife passed. Been too long, Lily..." he begged.

Lily froze, heart slamming, pussy clenching hard at the thought--his cock in her mouth, that massive thing stretching her lips. No fuckin' way... that's too far... she thought, panic spiking, but his words sank in deep--twenty years, alone, no one to touch him, no one to ease that ache.

A pang of sympathy twisted in her chest, softening the edges of her shame, her mind flashing to the lonely old man who'd raised Jake, who'd buried his wife and his needs right along with her. Poor bastard... he's been starvin' for it... how can I say no? she thought, she bit her lip, torn, then Jake's snores rumbled faint through the wall, a sharp reminder he could wake any second. Shit... if he catches us...

She nodded slow, voice barely audible. "Okay... but quick, Mr. Tom. Nobody knows," she said, her hands trembled as she leaned in, breath hot against the tip, the salty tang of pre-cum hitting her tongue as she parted her lips, taking him in slow, inch by thick inch.

Tom's groan was primal, a low, desperate sound that shook the air, his head thunking back against the door as her warm, wet mouth closed around him. "Oh fuck... Lily... Jesus fuckin' Christ..." he rasped, his voice cracked, hips bucking just a little as she sucked, tentative at first, then deeper, her tongue sliding along the underside, feeling every vein, every pulse.

She gagged a bit--he was too fuckin' big, stretching her jaw wide--but she kept going, slow and careful, the taste of him flooding her, salty and raw, sending a shiver down her spine. His hands hovered, twitching, then one landed on her head, fingers tangling gentle in her hair, guiding her just a fraction deeper.

"So goddamn good... your mouth's fuckin' heaven..." he rasped, words spilling out like he couldn't stop 'em, each one stoking that twisted heat in her core.

She moaned soft around him, the vibration making him curse louder. "Shit... fuck, darlin'..." he growled, and his other hand moved, hesitant, brushing her shoulder, then sliding down, grazing the swell of her tits through the nightie.

Lily flinched, but didn't pull back, her own need spiking as she nodded quick, whispering around his cock. "Go 'head... just... hurry," she murmured.

His fingers slipped under the fabric, rough and calloused against her soft skin, cupping one heavy breast, squeezing gentle but firm, thumb brushing her hard nipple. "Fuck... so soft... prettiest damn tits I ever felt..." he growled, voice thick with awe and filth, pinching the nipple light, making her gasp around him, pussy dripping wetter with every crude word.

The combination--her sucking him deep, his hand kneading her tit--pushed him over the edge fast. His hips jerked, a choked "Lily... fuck, I'm gonna..." ripping from his throat as he came hard, hot cum flooding her mouth, thick and heavy, more than she could handle.

It spilled out, dripping down her chin, coating her lips as she swallowed what she could, the taste strong, earthy, overwhelming. She pulled back slow, panting, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, staring up at him--his chest heaving, eyes wide with shock and a raw, reverent joy.

"Jesus... you swallowed it... fuck, darlin', didn't think you would," he rasped, voice hoarse, cock still twitching faintly as he tucked it away, hands shaking.

Lily stood, legs wobbly, a shaky laugh slipping out as she wiped her chin again. "Ain't my first time, Mr. Tom... but damn, you got a lotta cum--more'n anybody I've had," she said, her voice was light, teasing, but her face burned, pussy throbbing, a mix of pride and guilt crashing through her as she turned for the door.

"Night... nobody knows," she whispered, slipping out, the hallway cool against her flushed skin as she crept back to Jake's side.

She slid into bed, Jake's arm flopping heavy over her waist, his snores steady, oblivious. Her heart raced, pussy still wet and needy, the taste of Tom lingering on her tongue--salty, forbidden, a secret she'd carry to her grave. Fuck... I'm so fucked up... he's Jake's dad, and I liked it... she thought, shame clawing at her chest, but that dark thrill wouldn't quit, pulsing through her like a drug.

She pressed her thighs together, fighting the urge to touch herself, staring at the ceiling as the farmhouse creaked around her--a quiet witness to a flame she couldn't douse, burning hotter with every breath she took.

The Tennessee dawn crept slow and sticky over the farmhouse, sunlight slicing through the blinds to paint jagged stripes across Lily's face as she lay beside Jake, his snores a steady rumble against her neck. Her body buzzed, restless, the taste of Tom's cum still lingering faint on her tongue--a dirty little secret from last night that wouldn't let her sleep. Fuck... what did I do? she thought, guilt gnawing at her gut, but her pussy throbbed, wet and needy, betraying her every damn time she pictured that massive cock pulsing in her mouth.

She slipped out of bed, nightie clinging to her curves, bare feet padding quiet to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face like it could wash away the heat she couldn't shake. It's done... just once, right? she told herself, but deep down, she knew--that flame wasn't dying anytime soon.

Downstairs, the kitchen hummed with the clatter of Jake frying bacon, shirtless and sweaty, his broad chest glistening as he flipped strips in the pan. "Mornin', babe--you sleep like shit or what? Lookin' all jumpy," he drawled, hazel eyes flicking to her with a grin, but a shadow of something sharper lingered there, like he could smell the tension on her.

She forced a smile, tugging her nightie down, nipples poking hard against the thin fabric. "Yeah... just hot as hell, hon," she mumbled, grabbing a mug, hands trembling as she poured coffee.

Tom shuffled in from the porch, silver hair damp, avoiding her eyes as he muttered a gruff, "Mornin'," and grabbed a beer from the fridge--too early for it, but nobody called him out. The air crackled, thick with unspoken shit, and Lily's thighs pressed together under the counter, pussy tingling at the sight of him. Fuck... why's he gotta be right there? she thought, cheeks flushing as she turned away fast.

Jake wolfed down his breakfast, then clapped Tom on the shoulder. "Gonna mess with Tommy's old dirt bike out back--kid's been beggin' me to fix it. You good, Dad?" he asked.

Tom nodded stiff, sipping his beer, his deep-set eyes darting to Lily for a split second--long enough to send a jolt through her. "Yeah, son... I'll hold the fort," he rasped, voice rougher than usual.

Jake kissed Lily's cheek, oblivious, and headed out, the screen door slamming as his boots crunched gravel, laughter echoing faint from the yard where Tommy whooped at the bike's first sputter. The house fell quiet, just Lily and Tom, the ceiling fan spinning lazy overhead, doing jack shit against the heat.

She stayed at the sink, rinsing plates, trying to ignore him lingering by the fridge, but he moved closer--slow, deliberate, like a predator sizing her up. "Lily..." he started, voice low, hesitant, "'bout last night... I can't stop thinkin' 'bout it. You... you got me all fucked up."

Her heart skipped, hands stalling in the soapy water, pussy clenching hard as she whispered, "Mr. Tom... we can't. Jake's right outside."

But her voice shook, weak, and he stepped nearer, close enough she could smell the beer on his breath, feel the heat rolling off him. "He's busy, darlin'... won't hear a damn thing. I need you again--just your hand, quick. I'm hurtin' bad," he pleaded, his eyes burned into her, pleading, and she froze, torn between fear and that dark thrill sparking in her gut. Shit... this is crazy... but fuck, I wanna touch it again, she thought, biting her lip, glancing out the window where Jake's shadow moved in the yard.

"Okay... but fast," she hissed, drying her hands quick, heart pounding as she followed him to the pantry--a cramped, shadowy nook off the kitchen, shelves lined with dusty cans and jars.

He shut the door soft, the click barely audible, and unzipped his jeans with shaky hands, that massive cock springing free--thick, veiny, already leaking pre-cum at the tip. She dropped to her knees on the gritty floor, fingers wrapping around it, stroking slow at first, then faster, the slick heat of him filling her palm.

Tom groaned low, bracing a hand against the shelf. "Fuck... Lily... yeah, like that..." he growled, his voice was a growl, hips twitching, and she pumped him harder, pussy dripping into her thong as the risk of it--Jake just feet away--lit her up inside.

A shout from the yard--"Tommy, grab the wrench!"--made her freeze, hand stalling, eyes wide as Jake's boots crunched closer to the house.

Tom's breath hitched, but he grabbed her wrist, urging her on. "Keep goin', darlin'... he ain't comin' in," he urged.

She hesitated, then stroked faster, heart slamming, the thrill of almost getting caught spiking her need. He came quick, hot cum spilling over her fingers, dripping onto the floor as he bit his lip to stifle a groan. "Shit... so fuckin' good..." he rasped.

She bolted upright, wiping her hand on a rag, slipping out just as the screen door creaked--Jake stomping in, grease-streaked and grinning. "Babe, you seen the oil can?" he called, oblivious, as she forced a smile, voice tight.

"Uh... pantry, hon," she replied, her pussy throbbed, sticky with arousal, as Tom shuffled out behind her, beer in hand, acting like nothing happened. Fuck... that was close... why'd it feel so damn hot? she thought, guilt and excitement tangling tight in her chest.

Later that evening, Jake sprawled on the couch, a cold Miller Lite in hand, eyes glued to some loud-ass action flick blaring from the old TV--explosions and gunfire rattling the thin walls. Lily perched on the armrest, legs crossed, nightie riding high, trying to focus on the screen, but Tom lingered in the kitchen doorway, pretending to fiddle with a cabinet hinge.

His eyes kept darting to her, dark and hungry, and when Jake yelled at the TV--"Get him, you dumb fuck!"--Tom seized his chance, sidling closer, voice a rough whisper. "Lily... upstairs, bathroom. Now," he urged.

Her stomach flipped, panic flaring, but her pussy pulsed, wet and eager, as she muttered, "Mr. Tom... we shouldn't..."

He cut her off, low and desperate. "Just your mouth, darlin'... I'm goin' crazy. Jake's stuck to that damn movie," he insisted.

She glanced at Jake--head tilted back, laughing at the screen--and slipped off the couch, heart racing as she crept upstairs, Tom trailing quiet behind her. The bathroom door shut soft, and he unzipped fast, that monster cock jutting out, thick and ready.

She sank to her knees, breath hot against it, taking him in slow, lips stretching wide around his girth. "Oh fuck... Lily... your mouth..." he rasped, hands gripping the sink, hips rocking slight as she sucked, deeper now, tongue swirling over the tip.

The TV blared downstairs, masking his groans, but her mind spun. He's right there... fuck, this is insane... but I love it, she thought, the danger, the secrecy--it hooked her hard, pussy soaking as she bobbed faster, lost in the filthy thrill of it.

Footsteps thudded on the stairs--Jake's voice calling, "Babe, you grabbin' a beer?"--and she pulled off quick, spit trailing from her lips, eyes wide as Tom stuffed himself back in his jeans, panting.

"Yeah, hon... comin'!" she yelled, voice shaky, wiping her mouth as she bolted out, meeting Jake halfway down the hall, her cheeks flushed hot.

"You okay? Lookin' all red," he said, squinting at her, that shadow flickering in his hazel eyes again.

"Just... hot, babe," she lied, brushing past him, pussy dripping, heart hammering as Tom slipped out behind, muttering some bullshit about fixing a leak. Fuck... he's startin' to notice... but damn, I can't stop, she thought, the addiction sinking deeper, that forbidden flame burning wilder every time she dodged the truth.

By midnight, Jake was out cold in bed, sprawled shirtless across the sheets, the faint glow of the porch light seeping through the blinds. Lily lay beside him, restless, thighs slick with need as her mind replayed every lén lút moment with Tom--the pantry, the bathroom, that massive cock throbbing under her touch. I'm so fucked up... he's Jake's dad, and I'm sneakin' around like some damn slut... but it's so hot, I can't quit, she thought, shame fading under a growing hunger, a craving for the risk, the rush of almost getting caught.

Tom tapped soft on the doorframe, silhouette looming, whispering, "Lily... kitchen, now. Jake's dead asleep."

She slid out, nightie swaying, pussy pulsing as she followed him down, the farmhouse creaking secrets around them--a game she couldn't stop playing, a fire she didn't wanna put out.