Son's wife Mallory rides with me to a wedding - Sex Stories

Son's wife Mallory rides with me to a wedding

I posted a different version earlier, but for whatever reason, XH has taken more than 72 hours to post it, leading me to believe it has been rejected. So I rewrote the last part of that evening with a different twist! If they both get published, you can let me know which you enjoy more!!! LOL ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I walked into the bathroom and grabbed a wash cloth and threw it in the sink, while turning on warm water to soak it. I then turned and closed the drain to the tub and started the hot water pouring into the tub and steaming up the room. When I turned to the sink I looked in the mirror and smiled. “Not bad for an old man.” I mumbled. “I’d say!” Mallory suddenly lurched through the door holding her hand between her legs in a vain effort to stop my cream from dripping out of her and down her legs as she pushed past me to the toilet and hastily sat down. “What did you do, shoot a year’s worth of cum into me?!?” She smiled up at me and I took the warm wash cloth and turned and faced her as I washed my cock and balls just a couple of feet in front of her. The warm water felt good, but it also stole every last bit of any erection I had felt earlier. Still it felt somewhat erotic to be standing there washing myself just a couple of feet away from my naked daughlter-n-law. I turned and bent over to check the water temperature in the tub. I was just about to say something when I heard and felt the smack on my bottom, loud and hard! I whipped around and looked at the ...

... young woman who simply smiled at me. “What the hell was that for?” I demanded. She just smiled and then reached out a hand barely glancing down at my package and she grabbed my low hanging balls in a fist and then pulled me toward her. With a low dangerous voice and considering our situation, I would say it was more dangerous for me, she said quietly. I have always wanted to dominate an older man. Older men have always seemed to control my world, whether it was my father, teachers, coaches my bosses and even Jacob. And tonight, I think I have the upper hand.” With that she gave my balls a small tug and slight twist and I could feel her fingernails digging into my pliable flesh. “Are you willing to be my slave, Bryan?” One of my long-standing fantasies has been to be dominated by a beautiful woman. Suddenly the opportunity to have this fantasy come true was sitting (literally) right in front of me. “Whatever you want, Mallory.” I said. Immediately, she slapped my limp cock and knocked it so hard it slapped into my hip! I started to jump, but she did not have any intention of releasing me. “I am Mistress Mallory to you now, slave and you are nothing. When I tell you to jump, you will jump and when I tell you to lick, you will lick. Do you understand?” “Yes Mistress Mallory,” I replied. “Good. Now, put a towel on the floor next to the tub and kneel there. I may have need of you in a few minutes.” I folded one of the full-sized towels into a nice thick pad and laid it at the right ...