Tales of Incest Ch. 02

Chapter 2- My Father-In-Law Comes To Live With Us

Who?

My name is Kendal Sanders. I'm twenty-four years old, and I've been married to my husband, Victor Patterson, for five years. I'm starting this journal because I am so excited!

When?

Because this year is the year that Victor and I start our family!

Why?

I married Victor when I was nineteen and Victor was twenty. We weren't exactly ready to get married, so Victor and I made a promise to each other. We would work hard, save up, and buy a house. After five years, I could quit my job, then we would start trying for children.

Where?

Yesterday was Friday, my last day of work. It's Saturday morning, and I woke up early. Today I am going to surprise my husband with breakfast in bed!

My sleepy eyes fluttered open and I stared at the ceiling for a few minutes and smiled. The day had finally come. All my hard work has finally paid off, and my patience has been rewarded. I turned my head ever so slightly and looked at my adorable husband. He was so handsome. I love him so much!

Victor has dark olive skin that turns a nice bronze when he's out in the sun. His brown eyes were closed at the moment as he was still asleep and snoring softly. But, he was so beautiful with the way the shaggy curls of his raven black hair fell across his forehead and into his face. He also ran hot at night, so despite the coolness of the morning the covers were pushed down baring his broad shoulders, his thickly muscled and hairy chest, and strong arms.

He was so beautiful. So handsome -- to me at least. He was loving, gentle, and so masculine. In our five years of marriage, we've had our fights, and though I never have really appreciated it at the moment, I have come to love his quiet, stubborn, resilience. He never yells and he's never raised his hand against me. When we argue, he argues the facts whereas I usually argue my feelings. I usually always win, but that is due more to the fact that once we have reached the point of using fighting words he shuts down and leaves rather than saying something that will hurt me. I admire him more than he will ever know for that. I've never been able to do the same for him. Once my temper is up my tongue is a knife and I use it to flay him while he gives me such a hurt and disappointed expression that I ache for months over my words. Thankfully, over the years we've managed to cut down our fighting and I learned to curb my tongue -- a little.

Careful not to wake him, I gently slipped out of bed and checked to see if I had disturbed Victor. Relieved to see that I hadn't, the first thing I did was go to the bathroom and answer the call of nature. Then, I took a quick shower and washed my body. I washed everything but took special care to make sure my cunni was nice and clean. My plan was to be Victor's breakfast, lunch, and dinner today. He was going to make me a very dirty girl all day long!

I spent the rest of my shower imagining that his big strong hands were scraping his nails across the soft smooth flesh of my pussy-lips. About four years ago I went and had every flaming red pubic hair lasered off of my pussy and pubic mound. Now, I am completely hairless. My milk-white skin is as soft and smooth as a baby's bottom. And best of all, I don't ever have to shave again!

Slipping a finger between the soft petals of my pink labia, I played with my clit for a brief moment before slipping deeper and pushing inside my vagina. A small gasp escaped my parted lips as I imagined my two fingers were Victor's long thick middle digit. He dug deeper inside me, whisking and churning me, hollowing me out as he traced his finger around my cervix.

I found the edge of my diaphragm and gently wiggled my fingers beneath it. I caught it between my two fingers as my daydream imploded, and I pulled it out. I looked at it for a second and took a moment to appreciate all the hard work it had done for me over the last few years. I hated condoms as did Victor. I also wasn't going to stick some weird thing into my arm or my cervix that could get lost and make it where I would never get pregnant. I have always wanted children. Always! Victor knows this. I was very plain with him about it, and we came to an agreement. I didn't mind putting off having children just as long as we were going to have them. So, stepping out of the shower I cast my longtime sexual companion, the diaphragm, into the garbage with a softly mumbled, "Thank you so much for your service old friend, but I won't be needing you anymore."

Then I turned and began to towel off the woman I saw in the mirror. The woman in the mirror has startlingly vibrant, flaming red hair fell down her back in wild curly coils all the way to the backs of her thighs. Her hair is very much like Merida from the movie Brave while her face looks very much like Christina Hendricks when she was in her early twenties. But, that is where the similarities end. The woman in the mirror is 5-feet 5-inches tall. She has a slim 32-inch chest, slim shoulders, and small B-cup breasts. She has a slim 24-inch waist that then sweeps out to exotically broad 40-inch hips and a big round bubble butt. She is the definition of a slim/thick woman. Her thighs are muscular, her calves are defined, and her ankles are thick while her feet are small.

Turning away from my reflection I hung up my towel and walked out of the bathroom. I looked across the room towards the bed and saw that Victor was still asleep. Good. Crossing the room I opened our bedroom door and left.

Our house is a spacious seven thousand square foot two-story with five bedrooms and four bathrooms. There is a basement, living room, dining room, kitchen, and office. Out back there is an outdoor gym, a pool, a hot tub, and a sauna. The property is ten acres about twenty miles from town in a subdivision where every property is as large as ours. Victor and I both worked our asses off to get this house!

Walking into the kitchen, I quickly started pulling food and ingredients out of the refrigerator and putting them on the island. I pulled out pots and pans and then started making breakfast. Eggs. Pancakes. Bacon. Sausage. Hash Browns. Toast. Coffee. And orange juice.

I was standing there in front of the stove watching the hash browns and sausage cook when Victor's strong hands grabbed two greedy handfuls of my naked, milk-white, ass cheeks. I jumped in startlement and gave a little yelp. I started to twist in his arms but he circled my waist with his arms and pulled me backwards against his chest. I purred like a cat and closed my eyes as Victor's hands cupped my breasts while my back was pressed up against his firm chest and my thick round ass cheeks could feel his long thick dick pressing between them. I moaned and wagged my ass like I had a tail so that Victor's dick worked its way deeper into the cleavage of my bountiful ass cheeks.

My feeling of disappointment that Victor woke up and discovered my Saturday morning surprise was sublimated by how I loved the feeling of his naked body pressed against me. I especially loved the feeling of his dick between my ass cheeks, pressing against my tailbone. I moaned and purred like a feral cat in heat as Victor played with my small milk-white nipples. He twists them until they are hard and then one hand deviated and glided down the supple curves of my belly to my soft smooth pubic mound. He raked his fingernails across my delicate flesh and I responded by spreading my feet wider apart. I braced myself by putting my hands down on the counter to each side of the stove and luxuriated in the feeling of Victor's nails gliding across the soft smooth skin of my pussy-lips.

His fingers are magical, sending tingling sensations across my flesh and throughout my body. My pussy was an instant furnace desperately trying to quench my soaring arousal by flooding my vagina with pheromone-laced nectar. Victor's fingers explored my pussy until he found the bottom curves of my ass cheeks and then one devious digit pushed between, parting my labia and found the hot wet interior of my vagina. He pushed straight up inside me, burying his full-length, and ran his finger around my cervix.

I moaned lustily and moved to twist in my lover's arms, but he held me tight. He didn't want me to face him. He didn't want me to see him yet. He didn't want me to lavish kisses all over his mouth and chest. Fine. I like it from behind too!

The sausage was starting to sizzle, the hash browns were beginning to brown. So, I gathered myself together enough to stir the food just like Victor was stirring my pussy. I finished just in time to brace myself as he slowly withdrew and ran his finger up my vulva to my clit. I gasped once more as my whole body quivered in a mini orgasm. My abdomen constricted and I was left feeling breathless as Victor ran his finger slowly around my clit.

'Fuck!' I moaned inside my own head as I let out another approving purr and pushed my ass more firmly into Victor's hips and dick. He was fucking brilliant this morning. He was always good, but today he was a fucking mind reader!

Victor responded by not speeding up the slow circles he was rubbing around my clit before breaking the rotation to rub up and down my clit directly. Every time he did, my whole body shuddered and I started moaning and mewling. I tried to stir the hash browns and sausage, but I found it hard to focus. I kept closing my eyes. I was panting for breath. Panting for more. I wanted more. I needed more!

I turned the stove eyes off, closed my eyes, and just let my head hang. I braced my hands on the counter and pushed my ass into Victor with all my might. He understood my silent request like he was reading my mind. He removed his hands from my breast and pussy before one hand grabbed my hips while his other hand took hold of his girthy cock.

I pushed myself away from the stove and bent over letting my shoulders and head dangle. I spread my feet further apart and tilted my ass so that my pussy was easily accessible. Victor pulled his cock up and slapped my ass cheeks before drawing a wet line of precum across them as he wrote his name on my ass. Something seemed strange about it, but I couldn't think about it with how hot and hungry my pussy was to have my husband's dick inside me!

Jiggling my ass insistently, as I moaned, "Oh god, baby! Fuck me. Fuck that wonderful dick inside me honey, and give me your baby!"

There is only a momentary pause, but then Victor put the head of his dick at the top of the crevasse of my ass cheeks and started drawing a line of precum down my tailbone. He reached my anus and he pushed against me hard!

I gasped in delight. I do like ass play, but I tightened up and forbid entry as I moaned, "Not today honey. Fuck my pussy now. Or, I'll find someone who will!"

Victor didn't mind my ultimatum. It was playful, and he was always in the mood for a good fuck. He knew that I would never fuck any other man but him, and I know he would never fuck any other woman but me. However, Victor did understand the urgency of my need, and he directed his dick over my perineum and plunged his long, hard, veiny dick deep inside my hot wet sheath!

"Oh fuck yes!" I moaned lustily, "Fuck me baby! Impregnate me! Fuck a baby into your fat ass girl!"

Victor sank into me until I felt his large, heavy balls slap my clitoris. He pushed into me and I used all my strength to push my ass right back into him. Pretty soon we had a steady rhythm going and I met his every thrust with the cushiony embrace of two massive ass cheeks. We moaned and groaned and there was the constant pervasive sound of our flesh slapping against each other. Then, about ten minutes in, his speed increased and his thrusts deepened. I could feel the tip of his dick hitting my cervix with every powerful collision.

I willed and wanted my cervix to open up for him, and I imagined in those few final moments that it was. My cervix opened wide and my husband's large mushroom tip slipped deep inside my uterus. The world exploded in euphoric heat. The blasts of my orgasm radiated from my brain and womb and reverberated throughout my body until I was a quivering, sweaty, mound of intoxicated flesh. Simultaneously, Victor climaxed and I orgasmed over and over and over again with every wonderful jetting stream of cum that he blew high inside my womb!

We stood there for a long time with me bent over in front of the stove and Victor standing behind me with his dick buried in my pussy as he slowly pumped what felt like liters of cum into my belly. We were both breathing hard and still reveling in our afterglow when without warning he pulled out and left the kitchen without a single word.

----(!)----

I stayed there the way I was for a little while longer before I finally straightened up. Looking around the kitchen, I spotted a tripod on a counter angled to film us as Victor fucked me. However, the phone was missing. Shrugging the strangeness of the whole situation away, I turned and examined the food I was preparing and basked in the afterglow of my orgasms as the eggs were cooling. A few minutes later, I found the food tray and prepared two plates of food. I arrayed it appealingly on the tray and then returned to my bedroom.

When I entered our bedroom I found Victor in bed and asleep, and still only half covered by a single sheet. That struck me as odd. Very odd. I was actually expecting him to be sitting up in bed checking daily investment reports on his phone. Or, just sitting there waiting for me to return from finishing breakfast. I did not expect to find him sound asleep still. Again, thinking that I must have tired him out, I shrugged it away and crossed the room to his side of the bed.

"Good morning gorgeous," I purred in a husky horny purr, "Wake up honey. I have breakfast for you."

Victor groaned like he was coming out of a deep sleep. He rolled over to look up at me and spotted the tray in my hand. He looked me up and down, taking note of my complete nakedness, and smiled appreciatively as he said, "Thank you, honey! So, which breakfast do you want me to eat first? You, or this?"

He finished with a gesture toward the food as I smiled. This really was a spectacular morning if he was hard for me again so soon after filling me up with cum just a few minutes ago. Grinning prettily at him I replied, "Eat up baby. This won't be hot for very long, however I'm going to be hot all day."

Victor only raised his eyebrows as he considered my proposal, then cut into his pancake and took a bite. While he was eating I said, "You got home awfully late last night."

"Mm, yeah," He replied as he stuffed hash browns and egg into his mouth, "I was over at mom and dad's late. It turns out mom wants a divorce. She kicked him out of the house. Seems he was fucking his secretary. At least, that's the accusation. Dad adamantly denies it. I don't know what to believe."

"I'm sorry to hear that babe," I replied as a tingling ball of ice felt like it was spinning in my belly and dampening my arousal. Hesitantly, I asked, "So, Vic, honey, what is your dad going to do about a place to stay?"

"Mm," He hummed again as he finished chewing a mouth full of bacon, "Actually, that's why I was so late getting home. I had to help Dad pack. I'm sorry for springing this on you honey, but Dad is going to be living with us for a while."

"What?" I gasped!

"I know, I know honey," Victor said apologetically, "I promise, it won't be for very long. Just until Dad can separate his money from the joint account and save up for an apartment. Mom's taking everything. Money. House. Everything except Dad's car."

How long will that be," I asked in a voice that betrayed my shock. The ball of ice in my stomach had now frozen my whole core. My arousal was completely gone, all I felt was dread, mortification, and fear.

"A couple of weeks, I think. Maybe a couple of months at most," Victor replied.

I was so shaken that I didn't even realize until it happened that I took a step back and sat on the bed. The memory of cooking this morning and Victor coming in and making love to me played in my mind like a porno film and I inwardly cringed at every word, every moan and grunt I made as I now knew I was getting royally fucked by Victor's father, Harold Patterson. Fifty years old and still as lean and strong as his son. Built almost identical to each other, the only difference between them was that Harold's hair was silver now. Part of me was absolutely mortified, but as I remembered -- as my body remembered -- how he had made me sing in euphoric climax, I found my core warming up and my pussy heating up once more.

Standing up and turning to look down at Victor, I growled, "Thanks for consulting with me beforehand and asking me how I felt about him moving in. Thank you so much for at least letting me know. Giving me a heads up. I went to the kitchen like this!"

I gestured to my naked body.

"I made you breakfast like this!" I continued, "What do you think would have happened if your dad woke up early and came upon me naked?"

"Did he?" Victor asked as he looked me up and down.

"No!" I lied, but continued anyway, "That isn't the point. The point is that you didn't talk to me at all. You didn't consult. You didn't even inform me!"

"I'm sorry, honey," Victor replied but then shook his head, "I would have but you weren't picking up your phone."

"So this is my fault?" I replied as I stomped across the room and pulled open my underwear drawer.

"Come on, honey," Victor moaned, "You know that all I'm saying is that I couldn't reach you and I needed to make a decision. When I got home you were asleep. So, I figured it could wait until morning."

"Yeah, great plan," I mumbled quietly to myself, "That just works out perfectly unless your father wakes up before you do and fucks me senseless while you're still in bed."

"What was that?" Victor asked from across the room.

"Nothing," I replied loud enough for him to hear, "I'm going to the gym!"

"Come on honey," Victor pleaded, but I was already pulling on g-string panties, spanks, and a sports bra. I grabbed some socks, picked up my sneakers, and growled as I walked out, "I hope you enjoy your breakfast!"

----(!)----

I walked downstairs and out the back door to then cross the yard to our poolside gym. As soon as I closed the door I went to the bathroom, pulled down my spanks and panties, sat on the toilet, and hoped to god that Harold's cum would drain out of me. I sat there on the toilet for twenty minutes and nothing came out. Just my fucking luck!

Getting up, I went to the gym and walked for ten miles on the treadmill. I did some leg lifts, some donkey kicks, and several other workouts that targeted my ass. Then, purely as an act of defiance, I went back to the bathroom, pulled out my white ultra-tiny micromesh g-string bikini, and went out to the pool. I was hoping to see Victor and Harold, or rather, I was hoping they both saw me. However, I didn't see either of them for the rest of the day.

----(!)----

As he was eating his breakfast Victor couldn't help feeling a bit hurt and irritated by Kendal for teasing him with her femininity, a promise of paradise through sex with her before running away in a huff. Honestly, he hadn't meant to exclude her. Things had just happened so quickly. Then once he was home she was already in bed. Seriously, he had told her as soon as he could!

The breakfast she made him was wonderful though. Maybe he could mend her hurt feelings later with an apology. He would let her cool off for now though. Once he was done eating he got up and dressed for the day. When he walked down to the kitchen carrying the breakfast tray he found his father making himself a scrambled egg sandwich, and drinking coffee.

"Morning," Harold greeted, "Care for some coffee?"

"I can make it, thank you," Victor replied.

"How is Kendal," Harold asked, "Have you told her the news?"

"Only just," Victor replied, "She was a little upset with me. It's a good thing you didn't run into her this morning while she was making breakfast."

"Why is that?" Harold asked.

Victor shrugged and blushed as he replied, "She came down naked and made me breakfast. She was a little pissed that I had not said anything. She was mortified that you might have caught her walking about only in her skin."

"Really?" Harold replied as he finished making his egg sandwich and put it on a plate. When he turned to his son he was all smiles as he chuckled, "I guess it is a good thing I didn't run into her then."

"Yeah," Victor agreed as they both sat down at the bar.

"Well I have more stuff to move out of the house today," Harold said between bites of sandwich, "Care to give me a hand again."

"Do you think we can wrangle Carson and Richard into helping too," Victor asked.

"I'll try to get your brothers to help," Harold sighed and shook his head, "But, alas, your mother spoiled them pretty rotten. I can't get those boys to do much of anything other than sit around gaming all day long."

Victor nodded solemnly, but he figured it was going to be only him and Harold again, and sure enough, when they arrived at the home he grew up in, his mother and brothers were nowhere to be seen. So, Victor and Harold went about packing up and moving out the rest of Harold's belongings. It was dark by the time they were finished and made their final trip to Harold's rented storage shed.

"Well, I'm ready to head home," Victor declared as Harold closed the shed and locked it.

"Let's go out for a drink first," Harold countered.

"I don't know," Victor replied hesitantly, "I'm pretty sure Kendal will have dinner ready for us."

"Just a couple of drinks," Harold pleaded, "Then home."

"Fine," Victor relented.

Twenty minutes later, Victor was sitting in a chair with a whiskey in one hand as a dancer named Jersey twerked her pussy on his lap. The only thing she wore was a tiny g-string. She had dark skin, dark eyes, and dark hair. She was thick in all the right places very much like Kendal with the exception that her breasts were huge and were bouncing and swaying right in his face.

"Another eighty dollars and we can take this to a private room," Jersey purred temptingly.

The whiskey in his hand shook. It was Victor's fifth or sixth now. He couldn't remember. Harold kept buying them. All he could think was that he knew he really shouldn't go with this woman, but a grinning Harold paid the woman eighty more dollars.

Jersey climbed off Victor's lap and with a naughty grin of her own pulled him up and led him by the hand to a private room. Once inside, she directed him to a couch and removed her panties. Victor watched Jersey like an eagle. Her huge breasts swayed in front of him hypnotically. Her long dark hair. Her plump mouth smiled as she spoke to him words he couldn't understand. The way she crawled onto his lap and started to slowly grind her pussy on the crotch of his pants. Some inner part of him was screaming for him to stop this. The other part, the drunk dumb part of him was too stupefied to move. He just sat there looking stupid as Jersey ran her hands across his chest.

"I'll pay you a thousand dollars if you pull his dick out and fuck him right now," Harold said from a corner of the room.

"A thousand," Jersey replied, her tone betraying that she was tempted.

"A thousand," Harold repeated, "and I want to video it."

"Fuck," Jersey replied, then moved her hands down to Victor's zipper, "Put the cash on the couch and start recording. I have to be careful though, there's a camera in here and security is watching. Just to make sure we don't do what I'm about to do, and just in case the client gets violent."

"I see," Harold said.

The words coming out of Jersey's mouth sounded like she was underwater. Victor tried to concentrate but all he could do was smile and watch as Jersey unzipped his pants and carefully fished around in his pants for his dick. It was hard and thick and more than a handful for Jersey but she finally got it free. She rubbed Victor's dick and touched and stared at it in awe. She hadn't had a boyfriend in a long time, and she hadn't had sex in almost as long. This wasn't something she usually did and she admitted it now, "Just so you know. I don't have any STDs. I don't usually do this, but this has been a tight month and I gotta pay the bills."

"Sure," Harold replied, but his tone made it clear he didn't believe a word.

Victor's head began to lull back and forth as Jersey played with his dick, and then in one smooth motion, she rotated her pelvis forward, lifted her pussy up off of his pants, and slid his dick between her pussy lips and inside her vagina.

"Mmm, fuck that's nice," Jersey purred as she started slowly rocking her hips, fucking Victor's dick inside her all on her own.

"Do you want me to fuck him until he cums, or I do," Jersey asked.

"Until you do," Harold answered, "It's more theatrical that way."

Jersey only nodded and then got down to the business of working Victor's dick inside her until she felt him explode his cum deep inside her womb. She didn't stop though, instead, she sped up and worked his dick until he hit all her favorite places, and then she sank down onto him and ground her clit on his pelvis until she was panting and cursing, "Fuck!"

"Oh fuck!"

"Oh shit!"

"Fuck that's good!"

A second later she went completely silent. Harold heard her inhale a deep breath of air and her body started to shudder as she leaned in and kissed Victor tenderly on the mouth. Then, she released all of the air in her lungs in a long guttural moan as she climaxed on Victor's dick.

----(!)----

Kendal was more than a little pissed by the time Victor and Harold got home. Dinner was on the table and cold. But when she saw how Victor was stumbling that really sent her over the cliff.

"What the hell, Vic," She asked as Victor and Harold came in and sat at the table.

"Sorry, Kendal," Harold apologized for Victor, "After we finished moving my stuff to the storage unit we went and got a few drinks."

"A few drinks," Kendal hissed, "He smells like a distillery!"

"Maybe if he eats it will clear his head," Harold replied as he started tearing into the food on his plate.

Kendal just sat there looking dumbfounded. Victor picked at his plate a little and then put his head down on the table and fell asleep. There was a large bottle of wine on the table, and so, out of frustration Kendal drank her full glass of wine and poured another. Harold drank as well and together they finished the bottle.

"Why don't we kick it up a notch and move to something with a bit more kick," Harold suggested.

"Like what," Kendal asked in a husky more than a little inebriated voice.

"How about tequila," Harold suggested.

"Okay," Kendal agreed.

Harold smiled predatorily as he stood up and retrieved the bottle of tequila and two shot glasses. When he returned he also had his phone. Pulling out a chair beside Kendal, he sat right beside her and put the glasses and tequila on the table. He poured a shot for them both as Kendal stared at him defiantly.

Harold slid a glass to her and as one they downed their first shot. Harold reloaded twice, and twice more they threw their drinks back. Finally, Kendal asked, "What's your game, Harold?"

"Harold?" He parroted before continuing in a normal voice, "Since when am I "Harold", you used to call me dad, or daddy."

"Okay, Dad," Kendal amended, "What's your game here, Daddy?"

"I like the sound of that," Harold purred, then unlocked his phone and opened the camera app. Once it was open he opened a video he filmed that morning. Turning it to Kendal he hit the play button.

(The video started by showing a beautiful redheaded woman standing naked in her kitchen. She had milk-white skin and an extraordinary figure. A perfect heart-shaped ass with hips, hip-dips, and thighs that were at least an inch wider than her shoulders. Her waist was tiny.)

I couldn't help but feel proud of my body.

(Then a naked man entered the picture as he walked up behind the beautiful woman. It was Harold.)

I had to admit, Harold still looked really good for a man in his fifties.

(The man walked straight up behind the beautiful flaming redhead and he grabbed her ass. Both cheeks. Huge greedy handfuls. The woman jumped in surprise but never turned around. Then the man squeezed and caressed her ass as she started moaning approvingly and pushing her bottom backward into him. He quickly moved on to play with her tits and then her pussy. She moaned incessantly and drove her ass backward to collide with the man's hips and smash his dick between her cheeks.)

"I can't believe you did this to me," I growled as I shook my head, "No, I can't believe you did this to your own son! How could you? How dare you!"

"You're a fine ass woman," Harold replied and then shook his phone as he chuckled, "Case in point."

"What do you want?" I replied.

"Maybe you should finish watching the film," Harold replied.

"I know how it ends," I said.

"Fine," Harold said but he left the video playing as he continued, "I'm going to be here for a while..."

I nodded that I already knew that.

"I want you to treat me like a king," Harold said, "No bitching. No complaining. No trying to get Victor to kick me out."

He paused for a minute and looked me up and down before continuing, "And, you are going to fuck me, suck me, and anything else I want the whole time I'm here."

That was when my mouth fell open.

"Otherwise," Harold continued but his tone was low and threatening, "I am going to show Victor this video and tell him that we've been fucking for years now, and it was you who propositioned me."

"He'll never believe that," I replied but my denial was weak.

"Of course he will," Harold replied as he looked at the video.

(Just then the woman in the video was jiggling her ass insistently as she moaned, "Oh god, baby! Fuck me. Fuck that wonderful dick inside me honey, and give me your baby!"

So the man started tracing his precum over the woman's ass before pressing against her asshole. She gasped in delight before moaning, "Not today honey. Fuck my pussy now. Or, I'll find someone who will!"

The man responded by plunging his long, hard, veiny dick deep inside her hot wet cunt.

"Oh, fuck yes!" She moaned lustily, "Fuck me baby! Impregnate me! Fuck a baby into your fat ass girl!")

Harold just pointed at his phone with his other hand and grinned evilly. He didn't have to say another word. I understood perfectly the condemning implication of my own voice. I hadn't once called out Harold's name, but then, neither had called out Victor's. For anyone watching that video, it sounded as if I was telling my father-in-law to impregnate me.

"Fine," I said in a displeased and pouty tone, "I will do whatever you want for as long as you're here, but in exchange I want you to delete that video after you leave."

"Smart girl," Harold chuckled, "But no. I have all the power in this new relationship daughter and I will not give it back. You are my bitch now. You will do as I say when I say from now on until the day you're so fat and ugly that I lose interest in you."

I hissed in disappointment, but I knew it was a long shot to begin with. Harold just sat there grinning as I realized that there was no choice but to comply. At least, there was no choice where I wouldn't blow up my marriage.

"What do you want me to do?" I growled.

"What can I do for you, Daddy?" Harold corrected.

I pursed my lips in obvious displeasure, but then asked in a suitably submissive voice, "What can I do to make you happy tonight, Daddy?"

Harold's smile deepened, if that was even possible, and became more sinister and predatory. His eyes seemed to shine with satisfaction as he purred, "Take off your clothes."

"Here?!" I gasped disbelievingly as I turned to check that Victor was still sleeping.

"Here, Daddy?" Harold corrected.

"Argh!" I growled as I shook my mane of flaming red hair. Harold responded with a raised eyebrow and then moved to send the video to Victor.

"Wait!" I begged pitifully as I raised my hands and found the clasp at the top of my dress, "Wait! Please, daddy! Please..."

My voice faded away along with any resistance I had. I stood up. I was wearing an olive green metallic cocktail dress that ended high on my thighs. It was most likely considered a minidress. I unfastened the clasp and unzipped it to my mid-shoulder blades before turning my back to Harold in a silent request for assistance. Harold chuckled softly and finished unzipping my dress.

"Well well," He purred satisfactorily.

What he saw, and was so pleased about was that I was completely naked beneath the dress. I stepped away and turned to face Harold before letting my dress fall to the dining room floor. Harold's eyes never blinked as they roved over my entire body. I felt instantly dirty. Harold remained silent for several minutes as he took in every detail before finally whispering two words, "Turn around."

"Yes, Daddy," I mumbled submissively as I did as he said.

Harold took several more minutes to adequately admire my back, my ass, and my legs. He even went so far as to reach out and gently caress and squeeze my tush. Then, to my surprise, he leaned in and kissed my ass!

"Turn around," Harold commanded again.

"Yes, Daddy," I replied more easily -- more smoothly -- this time. It seemed to be getting easier each time I said it, and every time I obeyed -- I did so a little quicker -- a little more readily. It hadn't even been a full day and I could already feel my resistance weakening!

I turned around and faced Harold. I was still very close to him, and as I turned I kept looking over to check on Victor. I couldn't believe I was doing this in front of him. He hadn't so much as shifted his head. He was out -- completely. Once I was facing Harold he reached out and grabbed my hip with one hand and pulled me closer so that I was standing between his knees. His other hand he placed on my belly just below my navel.

"I always wanted a daughter," Harold mumbled, "Instead, I got three sons. Well, my dear, you will have to do, and what a beautiful daughter you are."

He paused for a few seconds as he ran his hands over my belly. From just below my navel around and up to my ribs. He traced his fingers down the center column of transparent body hair from my sternum to the slight depression of my belly button. Then, he ran his hand around and below my navel once more, from hip flare to hip flare before moving down to my soft smooth pubic mound.

"You are absolutely lovely. Perfect," He whispered, "Wasted on my son. Wasted on youth. You have a body that only a man of experience could ever properly appreciate."

"And you're that man -- daddy?" I asked softly, submissively, with only a hint of sarcasm, "Only my daddy can appreciate how special I am?"

"Yes!" Harold replied softly but fiercely, "Yes! Only me! Only your daddy will ever really appreciate just how beautiful and special you are!"

It was all so much shit that I wanted to puke! But, I didn't. As I was thinking of how my life had just gone to shit, Harold suddenly leaned in and kissed my belly. He started at my navel and then worked his way across to each hip flare and then down to my pubic mound. I have one of those prominent pubic mounds that hides my delicate pussy-lips making me look almost sexless when my thighs are together. Harold pulled my hips forward making me take another step closer, shoved his face between my thighs, and inhaled deeply!

Shock raised the hairs on the back of my head, electric tingling seemed to run up and down my spine, and goosebumps rose on my skin from my head to my toes. Instinctively, I looked over at Victor but there was no help to be found there.

"Mmm," Harold hummed before pulling back, "You smell so good! Like clean soap. Pure woman. And me..."

He looked up, met my eyes, and smirked as he purred, "So, how did you like it this morning? How did you like being fucked pregnant by your daddy?"

I wanted to lie. I wanted to shoot holes through his pompous arrogance. I felt steam building up that I thought must be visibly blowing out my ears. My face was red with anger but no doubt this -- this asshole thought I was just blushing!

However, as I played all my responses through my head I knew in my heart of hearts that none of it mattered. Harold owns me now. At least, he owns me for as long as I don't want to blow up my marriage with Victor.

"It was wonderful Daddy," I purred, but simultaneously wailed inside my head as I felt a little part of me die as I continued, "I love being fucked and inseminated by Daddy!"

"Ah, baby girl," Harold purred proudly as he gently stroked his fingernails over my soft smooth pussy lips, "That makes me so happy to hear!"

I cringed inside my own head. I smiled delightedly although my eyes were sad. However, for my body, this was a different matter altogether. It was as if my whole body was suddenly an erogenous zone. Every hair on my body was on high alert. My flesh prickled at Harold's every caress. I could feel his every exhalation on my lower belly, my pubic mound, my pussy, and my thighs. And against my will, my own body was responding to Harold's attention very, very favorably!

"Now, Kendal," Harold commanded, "I want you to strip completely naked and lay across the table facing your husband. Daddy wants to inseminate you again."

With a smile that didn't reach my eyes, I looked from Harold to Victor and back to Vic. Part of me wanted to cry, but I didn't. Instead, I stood up, pulled my tiny metallic green cocktail dress over my head, and let my mane of red curls fall down my back as I stood naked before my husband's father. Harold just sat there looking at me smiling delightedly as he scanned my body from my curly red hair and bright blue eyes down to my breasts. Down my flat firm belly to my baby-smooth pubic mound. He scanned from one wide as fuck hip to the other hip. He drank in with his eyes my long, thick, curvy-as-hell legs before returning to my perfectly hidden pussy.

I bent over the table and stared at my beloved husband before spreading my feet wide and going up on the balls of my feet so that my big round fat-as-fuck ass was high in the air exposing my sopping-wet, velvet-pink pussy. Harold leaned forward and smiled as he ran his fingers through my curly red hair. His fingers traced down my spine to the small of my back and then he caressed the top rounds of my bountiful ass cheeks as he stood and moved behind me. He leaned in and kissed my lower back, my upper ass cheeks, and then made his way around and down to the bottoms of my ass. He sniffed my anus and licked my pussy. Despite myself, I moaned as his tongue slid between my outer labia and he suckled my clit.

I found myself finding little things about my husband's face to examine as I went up onto my toes and my ass quivered as Harold licked his tongue across my vulva and delved my vagina. I moaned and even I could hear the desire in my voice as Harold found my clit again and started licking me in a way I never knew I love. He ate my pussy for a long time as my moans became mewlings and finally, my mewling became gasping wailing cries of excruciating bliss!

When my ass was shaking and my knees were quivering so hard they were about to give out on me Harold finally withdrew and stood up behind me. I heard him unbuckle and unzip his belt and pants before letting them drop to the floor. I was gasping and moaning in orgasmic euphoria when I heard him say, "Beg me to fuck you."

My mind was a haze. My body was shuddering uncontrollably and without a thought for what I was saying I begged, "Please Daddy! Please fuck me! Please stick your long hard cock inside my... hot... wet... pussy and fill me up with your potent... creamy... cum and get me very... very... pregnant!"

Harold chuckled maliciously as he grabbed my hips and pushed his dick inside me. Tears budded in the corners of my eyes and covered my bottom lashes as I gave a little gasp and sighed desirously as Harold's dick stretched the walls of my vagina. I stared at my beloved husband and I moaned with pleasure as his father's dick stimulated my G-spot and then reached and stroked my cervix.

For long pleasurable minutes, Harold fucked his dick in and out of my pussy as I focus on the pleasure of his balls slapping my clitoris while my hips smashed my large cushiony ass cheeks. He spent his time caressing and squeezing my ass cheeks. He ran his fingers up my spine and pulled my hair. I loved it. He pulled his hands back and slapped my ass, and I loved it even more. He reached around and grabbed and squeezed my small B-cup breasts. He pinched my nipples between his knuckles and I wailed in pleasure.

After several more long luxurious minutes, Harold's pace sped up. He withdrew his hands from my breasts and grabbed my hips. His dick was a long ribbed and wonderfully veiny root that stretched and pounded my pussy. I was moaning and gasping and wailing as I cried and stared at my unconscious husband. I cried in joy. I wailed in pleasure. I begged Harold to fucking spray his seed directly into my womb.

He started pulling me backward with every thrust. His dick was slamming my cervix while his balls slapped my clitoris and his hips smashed my ass and thighs. The table was squealing and howling with every collision of our bodies. The house was filled with the loud whacks and slaps of my ass and his balls as he ravaged me. And I was moaning and wailing and gasping with the rhythm of our lewd sexual union!

Harold pulled me backward and slammed his dick inside me one last time and I swear I felt my cervix give way and let him enter my womb. I howled in pleasure and gasped in pain as my father-in-law's dick plunged deeper inside me than any man has ever been before. And just as my climax peaked I felt fire bloom in my womb as my husband's father's dick swelled up even larger and blasted hot fiery sperm directly into my uterus. My body shook uncontrollably as my eyes wanted to cross and roll up into my head. Drool dribbled from my open orgasmic mouth and I wailed one long keening note as I climaxed a second and third time back to back as Harold filled my womb with his virile seed!

A few minutes later I woke up and realized I must have passed out for a second there. My legs were weak and shaking uncontrollably. They would have folded beneath me but Harold was holding my ass firmly against his hips as his dick continued to spew forth a seemingly endless stream of cum. As realization dawned and understanding of what had just happened came back to me I looked up in a panic and found my beloved Victor still unconscious across the table from me. Harold came inside me until his sperm started gushing back out my vagina and running down my vulva to collect on my clit before dribbling in long gelatinous dollops to the dining room floor. Thank god it was hardwood and not carpeted.

Harold held my ass close to him as his dick finally dribbled the last of his seed inside me before withdrawing. My knees buckled instantly and I fell onto the table and slid down and off until I was sitting in a growing pool of creamy white sperm dribbling forth from my vagina. Harold chuckled as he looked at me then looked over at his son.

"Victor will be out until morning I'm guessing," He said confidently, "You sit there and rest while I go take a shower. Don't clean anything up. I want you to leave my cum right there on the floor where it dribbled out of you. Once you have your strength back come to my room. You're going to keep me company for the rest of the evening."

I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to think. I had no idea how I felt. I felt awful, but at the same time, I just had the best sex of my life!

Harold was looking at me as if he were waiting for something. Finally, I realized what he wanted and I purred, "Yes Daddy! I can't wait to have you fill my womb with your seed again!"

Harold smiled wolfishly at me then turned and left.

----(!)----

I waited and basked in the afterglow of my orgasms for several long minutes before I finally felt strong enough to get to my feet. As I did so more and more of Harold's cum fell in dollops to the floor leaving a very large puddle of sperm on the floor. The last dregs wet my ass cheeks and slicked my thighs before running down to my knees. I left the kitchen just as I was instructed and I went to my bedroom and took a quick shower in my bathroom. I cleaned my pussy, ass cheeks, and thighs, and then I stuck my fingers into my vagina and tried to clean the last remnants of Harold's semen out of me.

When I was finished I dried off and applied scented oil to my skin as was my ritual. When I was done I left my bathroom and room, walked down the hallway, and entered Harold's room. He was laying on his bed with his dick already recovered and standing at full attention.

"Come in and take a seat on me," He purred as he gestured at his dick.

Looking around the room I found several cameras on tripods and his phone on another. They were all lit up and running. Recording my entrance, my nudity, and every move I made as I crossed the room and climbed onto the bed. I threw my leg over and straddled Harold's hips before grabbing his dick and guiding it to my vagina.

"Very good," He praised me as I lowered myself down his incredible shaft until my pussylips were resting on his pelvis.

"Now," He purred, "I want you to tell me how much you love my dick being inside you."

I hated myself, but only a little. I didn't even have to try and lie as I said, "I love your dick inside me so much Daddy. It's so large and thick and veiny. I can even feel the ribs of your muscles. And the way your big, wide, mushroom tip scrapes my walls! Mmm! Now I finally know what a true pussy tickler is!"

"Do you love my dick more than your husband's?" Harold asked.

I hesitated for only a moment and I blushed with embarrassment as I purred, "I love more than my husband's dick. Yours is longer, thicker, and more powerful in every way."

"Are you going to let Victor fuck you anymore?" Harold asked.

"Yes!" I said instantly as anger finally began to break through my sexual intoxication, "Absolutely. He is my husband!"

"But what if I don't want you to," Harold asked.

"I don't care," I growled, "If you do that you will be actively trying to break me and Victor up. If you do that he will divorce me and I will leave. I will never let you fuck me again after that!"

"Really?" Harold chuckled.

"Yes," I answered as firmly as I could with Harold's dick hilt deep in my pussy.

"Fine," He relented, but then said, "However, I will not allow him to get you pregnant. Anytime you plan on having sex with him you will use contraceptives. Do you understand?"

"I do," I answered.

"Okay then," Harold chuckled evilly, "Now, start riding. I want to cum inside you at least six more times tonight before we go to sleep."

"But, I need to be in my bed before morning!" I exclaimed.

"No, you don't," Harold replied firmly, "He will be asleep for the rest of the night and half of tomorrow morning, and then he is going to have a hangover so bad it will probably put him back into bed for the rest of the day."

Not knowing how to reply, I complied and started grinding my hips forward and back on Harold's dick. It took us until three in the morning, but finally, Harold came inside me six more times while I climaxed at least twelve times. By the end, my pussy was pretty raw and I was feeling more pain than pleasure.

----(!)----

The next morning I was so raw I couldn't have sex until I took a long hot bath. True to Harold's prediction, Victor didn't wake up until 11:00 am and immediately went to the bathroom to puke before taking a shower and going back to bed. Victor never even saw the massive pool of cum on the floor by the table. For the rest of the weekend, my husband's father fucked me as I made breakfast and later as I cleaned the kitchen. He fucked me on the table again, only this time I was lying on it with my feet in the air. He fucked me on the sofa and loveseat. He fucked me on the floor in front of our fireplace in the living room. He fucked me in the pool, the sauna, and the hot tub. He fucked me in the gym. He fucked me in every room in the house and on every piece of furniture. He fucked me until his cum was waterfalling out of my vagina and left creamy dollops on the carpets all around the house.

When the weekend was over, Victor left for work while Harold stayed home. After all, he was retired. Like clockwork on our usual days, Victor would come and take me to our room and make love to me not knowing that using my diaphragm. And in the ensuing days, weeks, and then months Harold, my father-in-law, fucked me from sun-up until Victor came home. I thought Harold would surely slow down as I emptied his balls and kept them empty, but he never did. He came inside me at least ten times a day. It didn't even matter to him when my belly started growing.

Yes. My husband's father, my father-in-law, impregnated me and now my belly is growing large and healthy with my very own baby. Of course, Victor thinks it is his. However, Harold and I, and now you, know the truth!

Some twenty years later, and still big and pregnant with my eleventh pregnancy, Harold still lives with us to this very day. Most of my children are his. However, some of them are not. The ones that aren't, well, let me tell you about that story next.