Marilyn and Her Son-in-law

It's always been a tradition, especially in movies and comedy, that sons-in-law and mothers-in-law are supposed to be mortal enemies. That may be true for some, but certainly not for me.

Jeffrey and I hit it off the very first time he came to pick Kris up for a date, and when they became engaged I was thrilled. From that point I could count on both a firm hug and a kiss anytime that we met. And he is a very good kisser!

Jeff had come to the house to replace a heating element in my stove. He was the handy type and always so attentive to me, bless his heart. As usual, he swept me into his arms and kissed me on the lips very soundly. I've been a widow for some years now, and I definitely still enjoyed being kissed by a handsome man and feeling the hard muscles of his back under my fingers.

"So how was the farm sitting?" I asked.

He and Kris had spent a week watching a farm for some friends, taking care of animals and other necessary chores.

"Very Idyllic, very quiet, and very private." he responded. "And we took advantage of it," he added, with a twinkle in his eye.

"Mmmm," I said. "I'll just bet you did."

"It certainly lends itself to photographic opportunities," he replied.

I was intrigued by this.

"Really?" I asked. "And are they anything I get to see?"

"Well, I don't have to tell you how perfect and beautiful your daughter is. They're rather on the, well, erotic side," he said. "Would you like to see?"

"Oh My!" I said. I thought for a moment. "Sure, why not?"

I was expecting some demure, "boudoir" type shots. I was in for a surprise!

Jeff brought his laptop in from his car. We sat together on the sofa as he brought up a pic. It took me a few seconds to process what I was seeing. The scene was obviously the barn on the farm. Kris was standing under a wooden beam with her wrists tied to it above head. She was gagged with some sort of a cloth. And she was naked. My daughter was completely naked! She had a very convincing look of fear on her face.

"What do you think?" Jeff asked.

Kris's full breasts were thrust out in front of her, and her nipples were erect. The thick, black hair on her pussy was untrimmed. She was breathtaking. And the scenario, although it had utterly shocked me, was incredibly erotic! It gave the impression that Kris had been kidnapped! What did her captor have in store?

"Want one a bit racier?" he asked.

I didn't trust myself to answer. He went to the next pic. Kris was not alone. Standing next to her was a man wearing a ski mask. He also was naked. And he had an enormous, throbbing erection. Of course it was Jeff.

"Jeffrey!" I gasped.

"That's pretty much what she said the first time she saw it," he replied.

He was reaching around her, pinching one nipple with one hand, with his other hand between her legs. His fingers were between her pussy lips. Kris was trying hard to look frightened and not reveal how much she was enjoying what he was doing to her.

Other pics followed. Kris sucking Jeff's cock, Jeff shooting a load of sperm onto Kris's face and breasts, Kris bent over a hay bale, her hands tied behind her with Jeff entering her from behind.

I was overwhelmed. All my life I had fantasized about just such scenarios. I burned with combined lust and embarrassment as I realized I wanted to be my daughter. I wanted a man who loved me to tie me, gag me and make me take his big cock in my mouth and pussy, to shoot hot sperm on my face and tits!

"You know Marilyn," he said. "You would look so hot in pics like this."

"Jeffrey, Sweetheart," I answered. "I'm fifty-two years old!"

"Yeah," he replied. "And there are women half your age who would kill to make a pair of jeans look the way you do, OR to fill a bra like you do."

"Jeffrey," I said. "You are such a dollbaby to say that."

"I'll be right back," he said,

He went outside to his car and returned with a small gym bag. He held his hand out to me and I took it. We held hands as he led me out the back door and towards the large garden shed that I had at the rear of the property. He opened the doors and we went in. I sensed something life-changing was happening to me, and I asked him no questions.

"Ok, Marilyn," he said. "Strip."

I heard the words. He told me to strip. He meant for me to take my clothes off. Of course, for me to take off my clothes in front of my own daughter's husband was completely inappropriate. But I somehow knew this was something that was meant to happen. I stripped. Very matter of factly, calmly, I took off my t-shirt, bra, shorts and panties. I was naked. My only feelings were a combination of fear and anticipation of what might happen next.

He pulled up the combination stool and kneeler that I used in my gardening. He put me on my knees. And then he stripped. He was rock-hard. I imagined what my little girl thought when first she saw that fleshly leviathan and knew that it was going to penetrate her. Did she suck it first?

He stood in front of me.

"Suck it," he said.

Somehow I sensed what my answer was supposed to be.

"No Jeffrey," I said calmly. "I won't. You're another woman's husband. You're my daughter's husband, It's wrong. I won't do it."

"Marilyn, if you don't obey me I'm going to string you up, just like you saw Kris. And then I'm going to whip you. I'm going to whip your ass. I'm going to whip your tits. And I'm going to whip your cunt."

"Do what you want," I replied, trying to mask the excitement in my voice. "You're not putting that in my mouth."

I wanted to suck it. But I wanted to be forced.

He took nylon cuffs from the bag and attached them to my wrists. He pulled me roughly to my feet, attached a rope to the cuffs, threw it over an overhead beam and strung me up. I looked down. My fifty-two-year-old tits, thrust out in front of me, had never looked more firm, more sexy or more perfect! My nipples had never been harder. A thrill ran through me as he set up a video camera.

He took two scarves from the bag. One he balled up and put in my mouth. He used the other to tie around my head and secure the gag in place.

"He's going to make me scream," I thought to myself.

He stood behind me and started to play with me. I felt his big, hard cock against my ass. He played with my tits, pinching my nipples. He fingered my pussy and my clit. I was writhing and squirming.

"Ready to suck it?" he asked.

I shook my head "no."

He went to the bag and took out a whip. It had rubber lashes about a foot long. He stood behind me and lashed it across my bare ass. It stung just enough to be exciting! He lashed me again and again. I struggled against the ropes and began to cry into the gag. He stopped and fingered my pussy. I was soaking wet. He stepped in front of me.

"Looks like these tits need some attention."

I was very much into my role as a damsel in distress. I began to plead. Of course I couldn't make myself understood through the gag. I tried to say, "NO! NOT MY TITS! NOT MY NIPPLES!"

He began to lash me. The sensation of having my nipples whipped was indescribable. Every lash went straight to my clit! He switched from my tits to my pussy, the lips and clit. I cried into the gag, I'LL SUCK IT! I'LL SUCK IT!"

He loosened the rope allowing me to kneel. He twined one hand into my hair, and with the other guided his cock into my mouth. His cock is simply enormous! He sensed that I couldn't handle more than the head and he didn't force me to take more of it. He was aroused, and I had barely swirled my tongue around the head when he began to cum. Oh God, it was beyond exciting to have this sweet, handsome boy fill my mouth with cum!

He untied me, swept me into his arms and carried me to the house. He tied me spreadeagle to my bed, still bare-assed naked. He set up the camera. He took out the gag, got on top of me, and we began to kiss, our tongues dueling in each other's mouths. He moved to my nipples, kissing, licking, biting.

"Marilyn," he said. "I'm going to fuck you now."

I felt real fear.

"Sweetheart," I replied. "You're too big. You'll hurt me. Your cock is just too big. Let me suck it again."

In response he moved between my legs and began to lick my pussy, an act my husband was too traditional to perform. Oh My God! My daughter gets this anytime she wants it! I gasped with every movement of his tongue. I tried desperately not to cum, to make it last, but it was impossible. I began to cum as I had never cum before. Partway through my orgasm I felt the big cockhead parting my lips. Then it was inside me!

"SWEETHEART!" I gasped.

"Shhhh," he replied, as he began to kiss me.

I should have known how gentle he would be with me. He gently and slowly inched his big cock into me, and it was perversely exciting knowing that he used this same, huge tool to rape my little girl and make her cum. He started gently, sensing my ability to handle more powerful strokes. And then he was fucking me!

"OH GOD, BABY! I'M GOING TO CUM AGAIN!!" I gasped.

The way he groaned in response I knew he was cumming as well.

He untied me and gave me the gentle after loving that every woman craves.

"Sweetheart," I asked. "The video you made... that's just for you, right?"

"Well, actually," he responded. "It was Kris who insisted that I make a video."

"What?" I gasped. "Kris? You mean she knew you were going to do this? She's going to watch it?"

"She had a pretty good idea how you'd respond to seeing the pics I took of her. She has a plan. The next time we do this it's going to be a threesome. It's going to be you AND Kris, side by side, being whipped and raped."