It's All in the Family

No sexual thoughts or activities involving under-18 years old are mentioned in the story.

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I was born to a well-to-do father and a Gypsy mother in a little village in Romania. They named me Nadya. When I was 4 years old, my parents chose to leave the country and emigrate to the USA. Before moving, Dad already had contacts in America, and he joined a friend importing skins and furs from Eastern Europe. The company was very successful, and 10 years after our arrival to New York, we became rich. Mom busied herself teaching classical European dances, although her real passion was Gypsy style music and dance with colorful long dresses and sensual moves.

I was Mom's daughter: I inherited her skin tone, extrovert Gypsy character, and the love of dancing. I didn't like school, and found every excuse to avoid it and play or watch movies. When I was in junior high, my body began changing. My hips widened, and my breasts filled. As I started senior year, my C-cup bras could hardly contain my still-growing tits. Boys noticed and tried everything to get my attention. I was attracted to a bad guy named Jo. He was notorious for being a leader of a group of 6, and together they rode motorcycles, used marijuana and other drugs I wasn't familiar with, and even stole from stores. He was tall and handsome, and resented his bad publicity. He was older than me and, for some reason, was the only one who ignored me.

For my 18th birthday bash, I invited 10 girls and similar number of boys, including Jo, thinking he wouldn't show up. He did. At one time, he pulled me sideways and blurted, "I thought you didn't like me."

I smiled, "You were wrong."

"Who among the guys at the party is your boyfriend?"

"Nobody. I am free as a bird, and I like it that way."

"I want you to be mine."

"Hey, today is the first time you met me and you already take me for granted?"

"Sooner or later, I usually get what I want. You can leave now, but either now or in the near future you'll be mine."

I was stunned. Yes, I was attracted to Jo, but his confidence I'd go out with him surprised and even scared me. I returned to the party and joined my friends, but his tone of voice and being so sure of himself stayed with me. In the following days, Jo found ample opportunities to corner me, talk to me politely, and even gift me with flowers and chocolate. Three weeks later, I agreed to date him. Every evening, he took me on his motorcycle to the movies or to a bar. He let me taste alcohol and weed, and... I fell for him.

A week after agreeing to be with him, Jo's hands were all over my body, and days later, we had intercourse, which broke my hymen. Initially we had sex in secluded public places like dimly lit park areas, but later, I introduced him to my mother, and we did it in my room. Sex with Jo became an exciting part of each date. His initial gentle handling of my needs gradually turned into rough sex at every position imaginable. Soon he showed his true colors, making me his sub. I was supposed to satisfy him before he would allow me to cum. He was insatiable: Only rarely Jo orgasmed less than 3 times. I learned to like giving him head and swallowing his slimy spunk. He made me beg him to fuck me while declaring that I was his slut. My brain told me the relationship was not healthy, but my body craved his smell, his touch, his abuse, and especially the sexual gratification.

Everything came to a screeching halt when my period didn't arrive on time. I found out I got pregnant and told Jo. He insisted that I'd have an abortion. Mom and Dad were unhappy about it but paid, and I went through a humiliating abortion. A day after the procedure, Jo dumped me saying, "Nadya, if a slut can not ensure she doesn't get pregnant, she is not worth it." And just like that, we stopped seeing each other. For days I cried into my pillow, refused to eat, and go to school. Ten days later Mom persuaded me I needed my high school diploma to advance in life. Though many guys approached me again, asking to date me, I was too bitter and refused.

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After high school, I started working as a customer service agent for a large insurance company. Since many customers had questions, requests, and complaints, the job required a lot of patience. One day, a pale-looking, middle aged man showed up at our office. I was assigned to answer phone calls, but nobody else was available, so I sat down to talk to him. He refused to register and showed no documents but asked me all kind of theoretical questions. Because of him, I missed my lunch. Despite my anger, I behaved politely for 20 minutes. Then he stood up, smiled at me, and introduced himself as Thomas, one of the company's bosses. He said, "Nadya, this was one of the random tests we do to make sure our customer service employees are nice and helpful. You passed with flying colors. I know you missed your meal because of me. May I invite you to a late lunch on me?"

I grinned, "Thank you, sir. I really am hungry."

We ate lunch at the nearby Panera. We chatted, and he told me he was of Scandinavian origin and came to America as a young boy. I said it was the same for me, though not from Scandinavia. We clicked beautifully, and the short lunch took us an hour and a half. When I realized what the time was I started crying that my supervisor would fire me. Thomas laughed, "Don't worry. You were with me the whole time. I really liked talking to you. May I see you again for dinner or a movie?"

I grinned, "Sir, I liked talking to you, but your offer sounds like you are asking to date me."

"You are right. I am not married, and I hope you do not have a boyfriend."

I hesitated for a couple of minutes and chose to take him on his proposal. I found out Thomas was 10 years my senior and loved music, theater, and photography. He treated me with the utmost respect for 4 months before offering to marry me. He was handsome, a real gentleman, and had a good job. I liked him. We did have sex together, but he was very conservative in his approach. I sucked him a couple of times, but he refused to cum in my mouth, and vaginal sex was always using a missionary style. I assumed it was Thomas's prudish upbringing and hoped that with time this aspect would improve.

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In the years that followed, sex with Thomas did not change much. His uproach was very conservative, and he refused to consider anything but missionary position and mutual oral sex, but still did not allow himself to climax in my mouth. The first year was the most difficult one. Going from Jo's sex-without-limits to vanilla-Thomas was tough, but with time, I told myself that my husband's attributes surpassed his flaws and sank into a dreary life. I repressed my sex drive, except for the times I used my Jack Rabbit.

Our daughter, Heather, was born when I turned 22. Thomas convinced me to be a stay-at-home Mom and care for our baby. I agreed, and until she started going to school, I was mostly at home. And then, rather than returning to work, I began frequenting the sports center, yoga classes, and a dance school. My body gained about 15 pounds since before my pregnancy, and now, with my exercise routine and stricter diet, I returned to my old 130 pounds. The only difference was that my tits were now bigger, a solid D-cup. I was proud of them. They stayed high on my chest with little sag despite my age, their size, and the fact I nursed Heather for 6 months.

On many occasions, guys both in the health center and on the street tried their luck with me, even when I told them I was happily married. I have to admit that twice I was really tempted, but I chickened at the last moment.

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Twenty years have passed. Thomas was now 52, I was 42, and Heather was in her sophomore year in college. She grew up and resembled Thomas's family: Her skin was whitish, Scandinavian type. Her face was very pretty, and her body was on the slim side. She was smiley, sociable, and a good student.

We talked often about her relationships, and I realized that even in that regard, she was her father's daughter. Up to now, Heather had 4 boyfriends, and she did have sex with 2 of them. She complained to me guys were perverts and wished her to swallow their cum, be penetrated from behind like a dog, and one even dared to suggest using her anus. When she first told me those stories, I attempted to calm her, telling her that different sex positions and styles were not necessarily bad things. If she had feelings for the boy and trusted him, communication and experimenting were the best ways to find out if the couple had emotional and sexual competence. Her answer was that she didn't love them THAT much. I smiled and said, "Honey, when you find the right one, you may change your mind."

...

And then Julio entered the picture. Heather mentioned to me she began seeing another guy of Cuban descent. He was a construction worker, and she met him when his company worked on a project inside the campus. Her eyes brightened when she mentioned his name, JULIO, and it was clear she saw this guy differently than her prior boyfriends. Through Heather, I invited Julio to a Friday night dinner at our house.

At home, most of the time I wore a robe. It was comfortable, and I didn't need to impress anybody. Before Julio arrived, Heather pleaded with me to dress up, so I did it for my daughter. I wore a short beige dress with 3" heel matching color shoes, a pearl necklace, and a touch of makeup and lipstick. I inspected myself in the mirror: Not bad. Not bad at all! In the mirror I saw an attractive lady that I hadn't seen in many years.

The food was ready on time, and was left for reheating if Julio showed up later. Thomas was there too. He seemed out of place: He dressed nicely, but was not sure what his role would be. I told him to relax, and I'd do most of the talking.

Julio rang the bell only 2 minutes late, and Heather, who wore a short-sleeved blouse and a midi skirt opened the door. He looked young, tall, and very handsome. His somewhat longer hair was black, and his skin dark brown. He kissed Heather on her cheek, hid his left hand behind his back, and came toward me, "Heather, you never mentioned you had a sister. Is she adopted? She looks different, yet extremely pretty."

I smiled at him, "Julio, it's nice to meet the guy my daughter fell for." He pulled his left hand from behind his back, showing a large bouquet of a variety of colorful flowers, "Ma'am, that is for you. And I want you to know that watching you and your daughter side by side, I am debating which one I am more attracted to."

I smiled, "OK, young guy, you proved you are a gentleman. My name is Nadya, and this is Heather's father, Thomas." They shook hands.

I gazed at Julio and said, "After inviting you to eat with us, I realized we forgot to ask you if you had any food allergies and what you liked for dinner, so my hope is you'd like what I made."

Julio's corner's mouth twitched, and he mumbled, "No allergies that I know of. And since you created Heather, I have no doubt I'll love your food too." Everybody giggled.

I served 2 types of meat: beef steaks and orange chicken, hoping he'd like at least one of those. In addition, there were baked potatoes, green beans, and pickled beets. For dessert, everybody could choose between an ice cream or a piece of apple pie. I ate very little and watched the new couple overeating. Julio did not stop complimenting me on the tasty food and joked with Thomas that he was so impressed with my cooking, that he might try to steal me from him. Thomas grinned.

After the meal, Julio stood up, came over to me, kissed my cheek, and murmured, "Thank you. It was absolutely delicious." I blushed.

When the kids went to Heather's room, I asked my husband what he thought about Heather's Julio. He answered, "He looks nice and polite. I do not know much about him yet to establish an opinion." Thomas was right, of course, but MY first impression was very positive. The young guy was a stud, was not embarrassed in front of his mate's parents, and seemed extroverted. If my instincts were correct, I might end up liking him.

In the following weeks, Julio visited our house quite often. Sometimes Heather and him stayed with me for about 1/2 an hour, chatting about Heather's college plans, his work with the potential for promotion, and even politics. However, much of the time they spent in my daughter's room. On occasion, I heard Heather moaning, and I knew they were having sex. After the first time I heard them going at it, I talked to Heather about birth control. I admit I got jealous. My assumption was that Julio, who was Latino, was more passionate than Thomas, and my daughter enjoyed the acts more than I could.

Two months later, Julio proposed to Heather. She agreed. Thomas and I also liked the idea. The plan was a simple wedding, after which for the time being the couple would live in our spacious house. The wedding party was relatively small, with about 50 guests. Julio's parents were stuck in Cuba, and we talked to them via zoom, with Julio translating.

...

In the beginning, having Heather and Julio live in our house sounded like a wonderful idea: Our lovely daughter would stay close to us, her husband, who was nice and a handyman, would fix everything that broke, and I'd be less hours alone. In fact, that is exactly what happened in the first 2 months.

One Tuesday morning, I woke up at 8 am with pouring rain outside. Thomas and Heather already left for work and college, respectively. After freshening up, I put on my tight yoga pants and a sports bra and started doing yoga poses in the living room. After 20 minutes, from the corner of my eye, I noticed some movement. I stared in that direction and saw Julio, wearing only shorts, ogling my body, and having a massive bulge in his pants.

I smiled at him, "Good morning. I thought you left for work."

"The weather channel predicted 3 consecutive days of nonstop rains, and we postponed our work until it dries up."

"So instead, you chose to watch an oldie doing yoga?"

He blurted, "I don't know about oldie, but you have a body of a much younger woman, and your movements are very gracious."

I smirked, "Is this supposed to be the reason your shorts are about to rip apart?"

Julio had a mischievous smile, "Nadya, I think that you are pretty, and your body is very sexy." His innuendo shook me, and his confidence reminded me of Jo, my former boyfriend. I felt a tingle in my groin.

"Is that the way to talk to your mother-in-law?"

"Not EVERY mother-in-law. You are special. You look and behave younger, and I find you very attractive. By the way, Heather told me you were born in Romania. Your skin tone is dark. Do you have Gypsy blood in your veins?"

"Yes. From my mother's side."

"I wish your daughter were like you. She got most, if not all her genes from your husband. She is very logical and... prude."

"What is wrong with that?"

"She never gets emotional. Unlike many other ladies, she does not burst at me, which is good, but in bed, she is the least adventurous girl I've ever met. I thought after our wedding, she'd become more cooperative, but she refuses to do anything but the minimum. I am a Latino man with a high testosterone level, and it's not enough for me. The reason I asked you about your Gypsy heritage is that I've read that Gypsies are notorious for their hot temper and love of dancing and sex."

I blushed, "It's a stigma. Not everyone in Gypsy society is that way."

His eyes pierced mine, "You may be right that not every gypsy is 'hot', but I think YOU ARE."

My face was flushed, "I don't know who gave you this idea..." I glanced into his eyes, and then lowered them, checking his still huge tent.

He chuckled, "Nadya, I can see it in your eyes. And I also get the impression you are interested in my erection."

"Julio... I thought you were a gentleman... What happened to you?..."

"Your daughter happened to me. Sex with her is less than adequate. And now I watch her sexy mother and feel her sex life is as vanilla as mine. I think in a different world, Thomas and Heather should have been a couple, and you and me another couple."

I grinned, "In another world, perhaps. However, fate connected us differently, so we better learn to live with what we've got, don't we?"

"Not necessarily. I love many things about your daughter, but sex is not one of them. I promise you I tried multiple times to relax her in bed by bringing her to the verge of orgasm, but in bed she was as cool as a cucumber. I do not wish to divorce her, but if I see that my sex life will continue that way, one day I'll cheat on her with a more passionate woman."

"How about you give Heather more time?"

"I am willing to give her 2 more weeks, but I find YOU irresistible." Julio's direct talk and the way his eyes explored my barely covered chest made me weak in the knees, and moisture began forming down there. He saw it in my eyes and slowly approached me. My brain told me to run to my room, but my legs were frozen. He stopped inches from me, gently lifted my chin and kissed my lips. I had tears in my eyes, rushed to my bedroom, and closed the door behind me.

I rested on the bed, and my mind was spinning. Why didn't I leave before he kissed me? Why did my eyes ogle his erection? I am a married woman now; why, all of a sudden, Julio's body makes me feel butterflies in my stomach?... I was confused and embarrassed with no answers.

An hour later, I came out of my room wearing a long robe. Julio was still having on his shorts, but the bulge in them was gone and a tee shirt covered his top. He smiled innocently at me. On my way to the kitchen, I asked if he wished to eat breakfast with me. He said, "Yes, please."

Just seeing him again made me shake, and I wasn't able to grasp the pan from the upper shelf. Then I felt him behind me, lowering the pan into my hands. He whispered, "Nadya, don't be scared; I do not bite. I just want the same thing YOUR body wishes for."

I murmured, "How do you know what I want?"

His strong hands hugged my tummy from behind, and he blurted, "I know you. Right now, your brain struggles with your body about your feelings toward me, true?" I didn't answer.

He tenderly turned me to face him. My eyes were fixed on the floor.

Julio said, "Nadya, look at me."

"No."

"I said, LOOK AT ME NOW!" I couldn't fight his strong will, and my eyes moved up.

"I am going to kiss you again." I closed my eyes, and next, I felt his lips on mine, forcing me to spread them. His manly odor and bear hug overwhelmed me, and I gave up. His tongue invaded my mouth and sucked mine into his oral cavity. This simple act aroused me, reminding me again of Jo. I simply could not resist this man...

Julio must have felt it, and his hands began trailing my body. My brain was shouting, 'Run, Nadya, run while you can.' However, my legs were planted on the floor and refused to move.

His right hand moved to my covered boob, and he whispered in my ear, "Your breasts are so big and soft, I love them already." In the last strength I could master, I mumbled, "Julio, please..."

He French kissed me again and said, "If I knew you REALLY didn't want me to touch you, I would stop, but I think your body craves my hands."

I muttered, "But we can't, don't you see? You are my daughter's husband."

"Yes, I am. And I want to have you. Your fantastic body makes me crazy."

He stared into my eyes and said, "Tell me to my face you hated what I did, and I'll let you go."

"It doesn't matter what I feel about it; Heather is my daughter."

"Heather does a lousy job in bed. You and I are attracted to each other, so you have a choice to make: Either I take you, or I'll find another woman who will fulfill my needs."

"Julio, it's not just you. I am married as well."

"Nadya, neither you nor I get what we want sexually. I told you my opinion. Take it or leave it."

"May I think about it?..."

"You have one hour to decide. I hate to waste time for no reason."

I went to my room. I was lightheaded and felt trapped. So many immoral dilemmas all at once: I was married and was asked to betray Thomas, Julio was married and wished to cheat on Heather, and the complicating factor was that Heather was my daughter... What to do? In addition, Julio's behavior reminded me of Jo, who used to control my body. He was a dom, and I was his sub. And now it was all over again. Deep down I knew I could not resist Julio's will. How did this happen in such a short time?!...

I came out of my room an hour and a half later. I started making tea when Julio came behind me, "Nadya, what will it be?"

"OK..."

"That wasn't the answer I was expecting. What do YOU want?"

"If you promise Heather and Thomas will never know or be harmed by our relationship, I'll agree to sleep with you."

"Lady, if I wasn't fond of your daughter, I'd divorce her by now. I have no plan or intention to hurt her emotionally or physically. Of course, Thomas may stay your husband and share his bed with you whenever he wants, but all other times, you'll be mine. This way, neither Heather nor Thomas will see a difference, while you and I will have our needs met."

"Julio, you describe the plan. I hope there are no unforeseen hurdles along the way."

"Nadya, stop overthinking and come here."

I slowly moved in his direction, ogling his reappearing bulge. When I was close, he ordered, "Now kiss me."

My heart skipped a beat; he sounded exactly like Jo... I was torn inside. My mind told me a tender relationship was healthier, but my body missed being told what to do.

He didn't bend, and I had to stand on my tiptoes to kiss his lips. His mischievous smirk returned, "Now unzip my fly and take care of my pole. If you do a good job, you'll be rewarded like never before."

I grinned, "You are sure of yourself, aren't you? Before marrying Thomas, I had a boyfriend who was great in bed."

"Stop talking. My cock is waiting. As I said, if your oral job is adequate, you'll cum multiple times today."

I knelt at his feet and carefully opened his zipper. He wore no underwear, and his enormous tool jolted before my face. It was magnificent! It was about 8" long, thick, dark, veiny, and with a large, heavy ball sack. The wide helmet looked spongy. I caressed the shaft in my hand, feeling its velvety texture, realizing I could not encompass the circumference with one hand. It jerked in my palm.

Julio blurted, "I think he likes you already."

I didn't bother reacting verbally. I licked the tip. It tasted fresh. Apparently, he guessed I'd give up and showered during the hour I was in my room. I gingerly massaged his sizable nuts and kissed the tip. Next, I opened wide, and managed to wrap my lips around the soft head. I milked it lightly and felt a drop of precum on my tongue. The taste was mild. I grabbed the dick's base and began shoving his pecker into my mouth. When there were 2" left, I felt it touching the back of my throat. I had the urge to gag, but I managed to suppress it and started bobbing on the monster prick. He groaned, and his hands held the back of my neck. I knew what it meant: He was close to climaxing and wanted to ensure my mouth did not retreat when he came. I didn't intend to do it.

He lasted no more than 5 minutes of slow, hard sucking before emptying a gallon of hot lava deep in my mouth. I swallowed his seed without spilling a drop and then cleaned the remaining stains on his junk with my tongue. When I was done, I remained on my knees, winked at him, and smiled broadly.

Julio seemed astonished. He mumbled, "Nadya, if your daughter was half as good a cocksucker, I wouldn't approach you. I'd still think you are way sexier than Heather, but I'd repress my thoughts about you."

He helped me up and said, "Let's have a cup of coffee, and then I'll show you what YOU were missing."

I made 2 coffees and placed them with a couple of cookies on the table. We ate while watching each other. The air was filled with sexual tension. By the time we finished, my labia were drenched. He put the dirty plates in the sink, pulled my hand, and led me to my bedroom. Julio said simply, "Take everything off."

I chuckled, "You made me remove your pants, so if you wish to see me naked, YOU undress me."

He smiled, "Playing hard to get is not going to win you points. OK, I'll do it, but then I'll ravage your body."

My smile broadened, "Now who's talking too much?..."

He almost tore the robe off my torso. I had nothing underneath and stood still like a nude statue. He gasped, and within seconds, a new bulge reappeared in his pants. I grinned, "Is sir happy now?"

His eyes explored my body up and down a couple of times, pausing to appreciate my D cup tits with the big, dark areolas and pointy nipples, as well as my neatly trimmed black bush. His stare and the giant stiffy revealed he wasn't disappointed. I chortled, "Now what?"

"Get on the bed. First, I wish to taste you, feel you, and fuck you the old fashion way. But next time it will be very different." As I lay on my back, Julio removed the rest of his clothes and mounted me. I sniffed his muscular chest with the scant hair on it. It smelled musky fresh. Subsequently, he went down on me, diving between my thighs. He licked and lapped my folds, avoiding my love button. Nobody has done it for me for years, and in a short time I became very horny. His tongue penetrated my vagina and fucked it several times. I needed to cum and begged him, "Please, let me orgasm now."

He lifted his head, "Not yet, ma'am. You'll climax when I say so." He continued tantalizing me by circling his tongue around my clitoris, never touching it. He tortured me for another 10 minutes, and I pleaded again, "Julio, please, you proved your point. Let me cum."

"Soon, my dear. Real soon."

Next he inserted 2 fingers into my soaked pussy and gently rubbed the inside walls. I felt I was about to explode, not being allowed to orgasm. I cried desperately. Seconds later, I heard him blurt, "Now you can cum." Suddenly, his fingers roughed the front wall of my cunt, hitting my G spot, while his tongue danced against my sensitive clitty. I remember screaming loudly before losing it completely. I was shivering uncontrollably, not knowing where I was and how much time my climax lasted. I was in heaven and wished to stay there forever.

Eventually, Julio slowed down, allowing me to recover for a short time before invading my vagina with his massive rod. His penetration was rapid and with a single push. My breathing stopped as my pussy began dilating around the huge member, making an effort to adjust accordingly. Julio stopped for a moment and then started drilling my cunt fast and hard. Soon enough, I underwent a second climax. I could hear myself whimpering and crying as my torso jiggled erratically under his heavy body. Through my half conscious mind and partly open eyes, I saw him glancing at my swaying tits before kneading them both with his large palms. I lost it again and woke up with his lips milking mine and his organ spasming viciously in my pussy, spitting its sperm in my womb.

When his dick began deflating, Julio rolled on his back and rested on my side. We both relaxed for about 15 minutes. I raised my upper body, lovingly caressed his pectorals and mumbled, "You were a real beast, but you were absolutely right: I had 2 giant orgasms. Thank you."

He kissed me gently and said, "It's just the beginning. Your body is amazing. Even in dirty magazines I haven't seen such a sexy body. And its reaction to everything I did was perfect. The chemistry was unbelievable. Lady, I think together we found a treasure. By the way, your face is flushed. Is it an early afterglow?"

I hugged him, "I have no idea, but right now, I am both tired and feel energized. I need to go to sleep for a while, and later I'll start cooking."

He laughed, "I cannot promise to keep my hands off of your body while you are in the kitchen."

I pointed my finger at him, "Honey, you better let me cook the meal because if I burn myself, everybody will stay hungry."

"I care less about food than to eat YOU! Let's compromise; after your nap, I'll fuck you once more, and then you'll be free to do your thing in the kitchen."

I gazed at him, "You climaxed twice today. You wish to cum in me once more. What if Heather wants to have sex tonight?"

He giggled, "First of all, I think I can orgasm even 5 times a day. But that isn't the issue. Heather's libido is low, and until now, unless I initiated our sessions, she never asked for it. That's what I tried to tell you..."

...

After an uninterrupted nap, I exited my room, stretched my body, and saw Julio watching TV. I couldn't believe my eyes: He was totally naked! I chuckled, "What are you doing? What if Heather finished school early?"

"I'll tell her that we must have used the wrong laundry detergent because all my body scratches..."

We laughed. As I was going to make tea, he called, "I didn't forget what I said before."

I brought the tea and gave him a seductive look, "And what was that?"

"Sexy lady, take off your clothes right now, and if I am happy with your performance, I'll let you have the tea later."

"But it will get cold."

"I don't care if the tea is cold as long as you stay hot."

"You are a bully."

"Ma'am, you have 30 seconds."

I sighed dramatically and began to undress. When I was naked, he pushed me on the carpet and said, "With your daughter, we haven't done doggy style or anal. I am tempted to do both."

"Bad boy, doggy is fine with me. I haven't had it in ages. But anal, I am reluctant. I've done it and even enjoyed it, but my partner's penis was much thinner than yours."

"Nadya, I've done anal with a few girls. Neither one refused to repeat it afterward. Anyway, it's time to realize I decide how it's going to be from now on. If at any time you choose to stop our relationship, just say so, and I will leave you to your vanilla current situation, but as long as you stay with me, you do what I say."

As I assumed my position on all 4, he stuck a large pillow under my face, and disappeared into the bathroom. He came out with a plastic bottle of KY jelly. I was frightened but determined to give it a chance. He was so good the first time, that he deserved to prove himself again.

He rubbed his partially hard cock on my moist labia and tweaked my right boob that hung down. It brought old memories, and my cunt juices flowed. His organ rose quickly, as if haven't had sex in months... Now and then, it touched my clitty, and I became horny rapidly as well. Then he stuck his beast into my pussy and started riding me. God, it was delightful! His constant drilling aroused me to the verge of orgasm, but then he stopped.

I complained, "Why did you stop? I was so close to cumming?..."

"Honey, the saying 'all good things come to those who wait' applies here too. I'll let you climax on MY terms."

Next, he rammed his pecker into my vagina again, but this time slower and with less force. At the same time, his fingers smeared jelly on my crack and perineum. Julio's action felt great, but it was clear he wished to delay my orgasm.

Next, a forefinger invaded my anus. My sphincter, which, by now had forgotten anal rule number one, constricted on the finger for a moment. I relaxed it soon after, allowing it to finger my asshole. It felt pleasant. A second finger followed in a couple of minutes, and the 2 dilated the hole using circular movements. My horniness increased further, and again, my climax was imminent.

Subsequently, Julio pulled his fingers out, and his cockhead pushed gingerly inside. His right fingers played with my clitoris, and with a wail, I shuddered, orgasming powerfully. That was the moment he inserted his prick deeper into me. With my brain barely knowing where I was, I felt a severe pain tearing me apart. My butt was now impaled on a huge monster, and I was helpless. It hurt for several seconds before he applied more KY jelly and slowly began moving in and out. In less than a minute, the pain turned into a painful pleasure, heightening my orgasm. I heard myself crying, "Yeesss, haaarder, pleease!"

He started plowing my anus mercilessly, and I loved it! A mild pain remained the whole time, but it was minor compared to the blissful pleasure of intense friction, keeping my peak at a higher level than I ever felt before. It was like being in a dream; I heard myself crying and screaming and hoping it would never end. After what felt like hours, Julio growled like a wounded animal and ejaculated his lava into my bowels. Once his tool began shriveling, he pulled out. My ass felt so empty! I landed on the carpet like a ragdoll and stayed on my abdomen until I regained enough strength to rush to the bathroom. I emptied myself and sat in the tub for an hour.

I was half thinking and half dreaming; sex with Julio was the best ever. This guy knew how to treat a woman sexually. After years of suppressing my bodily needs, I felt alive again. Guilt or no guilt, I was more determined than before to keep my intimate relationship with my son-in-law.

I came out of the bathroom and saw Julio wearing shorts only. I smiled, "You were a very bad boy, fucking my ass. I'll forgive you this time. Please, dress up. Heather will be back soon."

"Nadya, I loved fucking your bubble ass. It was tight and accommodated my dick extremely nicely. I think I'll use this hole in the future too."

I faked displeasure, "We'll see about it. If you treat me nicely, I might consider letting you again in my backside."

He laughed, "Don't lie to me. I know you loved it. Yes, initially it hurt a little, but much of the time, you begged me to pound you harder and faster. Your orgasm was out of this world."

I teased him, "And if it's true, what are you going to do about it?"

"Fuck it again and again. I loved hearing you enjoying it so much."

...

Heather arrived at 3:30 pm. I was having on my white robe. Heather kissed my cheek and said, "Your face is flushed. Are you sick or something?"

"No. I just took a shower after a prolonged exercise."

"Julio was home the whole day. I hope he didn't bother you too much."

"After being alone in the house for so long, it's different to have another person there, but he is manageable. I think we can get along."

"Mom, he won't go to work for 2 more days. Will it be OK?"

"Don't worry about us. We DO get along. What do YOU think, Julio?"

The guy, who sat quietly and smiled innocently, said, "Heather, I like your mother. On occasions, she showed a fighting spirit, but several hours together revealed we have good chemistry."

Heather grinned, "That is good to hear. I was afraid you 2 were fighting like cats and dogs."

Thomas entered 2 hours later, and we had dinner. Thomas was much less curious about the time Julio and I were alone in the house. He was more interested to hear from Heather about her studies. Julio's hand caressed my thigh under the table, causing me to blush profusely. I rushed to the bathroom. When I came back, I gave him a reprimanding look. He winked naughtily at me, pretending he did nothing wrong.

...

The next day, Julio waited until Heather and Thomas left. He then entered my bedroom, displayed his morning woodie, and demanded to titfuck me. I chortled, "And what do I get in return?"

"Later, I'll let YOU choose where and how I'll fuck you."

"Deal!"

While I pressed his giant tool between my udders, his right hand fingered me. This young guy clearly knew how to arouse a woman! As he was approaching his peak, I was becoming hornier by the minute too. Suddenly, he tensed, and his left hand pulled the back of my head onto his pecker. My lips just engulfed the helmet, and the first jet of his slimy goo hit my upper palate. I hungrily milked his rod, feeling the urge to cum as well.

After cleaning his cock, I asked, "And when do I get my reward?"

"Immediately after breakfast."

Julio made me prepare breakfast in the nude. He stayed behind me with his partly erect cock lodged in my crack and his palms kneading my tits. I loved the rough touch of his hands. I narrowly avoided burning myself as I made the eggs, and spilling the hot coffee. This hot guy fit the line from Elvis's song 'A hunk, a hunk of burning love.' My body went from a prolonged drought to sexual overdrive in a day...

Our breakfast was consumed in less than 10 minutes. When Julio was done, he stood up. His flag pointed toward the ceiling, as if it was the first time he saw me naked. I giggled. He grinned, "Lady, you are too sexy for your own good. I am still amazed Thomas does not grab the opportunity with both hands and enjoy the once in a lifetime godly body."

"He is a good man, but his mind is focused on work. Relationships, whether emotional or physical, he sees as duties, not as joyful parts of life. I see your organ is ready to pounce, I choose a cowgirl. Until now YOU took the initiative. This time I'd like to ride you in bed."

He lay supine on the mattress. First, I made him lick me for a couple of minutes, while I tenderly massaged his raging cock. Next, I straddled his body and gradually descended on his thick member. My pussy was wet and ready. Once my tushie hit his ball sack, I started moving up and down on it, accelerating every minute. My arousal skyrocketed, and soon, I included also back and forth motion.

During the time I concentrated on riding his terrific tool, his eyes were hypnotized by my jiggling tits. Toward the end, his hands squeezed my mammaries and even pinched my nipples. I recall extending my torso up and back, tensing, and beginning to orgasm as his pelvis countered my motion. I guess what kept me from falling were his strong hands which latched onto my tits, and his long penis, that impaled me. Being on top of Julio's body felt like being on top of the world, riding a horse in paradise. It ended (too soon, I might add) with him jerking and filling my pussy with his seed. Ah, life!...

...

On the 3rd day together, after a morning of rolling in the hay, Julio told me he had other ideas for us to have fun. He could change his job description so he'd be working 3 days a week as usual, and instead of the other 2 days, volunteer for after-hours coverage, which happened frequently. This way, we'll have 2 additional days together, and his salary would stay the same.

I smirked, "Are you that interested in fucking your mother-in-law? Aren't you tired by now of my middle-aged body? You invaded my 3 holes already, what else will excite you?"

He looked sternly and said, "Honey, your body is divine, and sex with you is pure pleasure. But I thought of other activities we could add to our menu. I've got some ideas from stories in Literotica. I'd like to go with you somewhere and have fun in a hotel and even in a public place. I also entertained more of what you'd call controversial ideas, that if successful, might REALLY enhance our sex lives.

"Give me an example."

"Heather told me that now and then, she and a couple of friends visit her former BFF in California. I thought when she is away, we could convince Thomas to drive us to my uncle, who promised me some furniture. We'll load the car in a way that in addition to the driver, there is going to be only a single seat available behind him. So he will drive, and you'll be sitting on my lap during the whole time. Along the way I plan to fuck you without him noticing."

I giggled, "You are crazy! You like playing with fire. I heard similar stories, but I always believed they were just fantasies. What if Thomas catches us in the act?"

"A friend of mine successfully did it with his sister and did not get caught."

"I doubt it could be done. Any other 'plans?"

"Every 3 months or so, Thomas leaves for a week's conference. I thought of taking Heather with us to Florida, near Haulover Beach. It is a clothing optional area. With the help of a glass of rum, and both of us agreeing to shed our swimsuits on the shore, she might join us, so the 3 of us can have fun."

"Julio darling, your deviant mind is out of control. Are you thinking about us three only being naked on the beach or more than that?"

"If she does not refuse removing her swimsuit in public, I might spread suntan lotion on both your bodies and see if I can arouse her for the next step, later in the hotel."

"Let me see if I follow you; your ultimate goal is to have a threesome with me and my daughter..."

"I'd love it if it happened."

"What a pervert..."

"Honey, when people are very horny, morality usually falls by the wayside. With the help of alcohol and grass, it might work."

(Based on readers' reactions, I'll decide whether to follow this story with a follow-up chapter).