His Dad Changed Everything - Sex Stories

His Dad Changed Everything

... growled, moving to the other breast and treating it to the same attention. He licked and sucked, teased and nipped, as if he were trying to draw every last drop of pleasure from her breasts. She was drowning in the sensation, her body on fire with need. She didn't want him to stop... his hands on her chest felt soo good. But, with all the willpower she could muster she breathed out, "We should stop. This is wrong."

Her father-in-law looked up at her, his expression a mix of lust and regret. His fingers continued to move against her skin, tracing lazy circles around her nipples before moving lower, down her flat stomach, and over her rib cage. He paused for a moment, his eyes meeting hers as if he was trying to gauge her reaction. She could feel his erection pressing against the fabric of his pants, and it only served to make her wetter.

She bit her lip, trying to decide what to say or do. Part of her wanted to push him away, to remind herself that this was wrong. But another part of her, a part of her that she had repressed since meeting her husband, craved his touch, his words. She could feel herself growing wetter between her legs as he continued to tease her.

Her father-in-law, sensing her confusion, stepped closer, his erection pressing against her hip.

"You know you want this, Rachel. You've always been so beautiful. It's like your body was made for a man like me." He reached up, cupping and roughly squeezing her breast, teasing her nipple with his thumb. ...

... "You need this pleasure. Your body craves it... do you like your tits worked over, Rachel? Walking around every day with these big fat girls bouncing around has been killing me. They NEED to be touched. And I need to touch them."

His words sent a shiver down her spine. She couldn't deny the truth in them. Her breasts did ache for attention, and she couldn't help but feel aroused by his touch. But she couldn't give in. This was wrong, so wrong. She should push him away, but her body refused to cooperate.

"I-I can't..." she stammered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

But he just leaned in and sucked her nipple into his mouth, smashing, rolling, and squeezing her tit-flesh in his hands.

Her breath hitched, and her knees went weak. She wanted him to stop, and she wanted him to never stop. The feeling of being so completely dominated, of being nothing more than a body for his pleasure, was overwhelming. He released her nipple, only to move lower, to her stomach. His fingers traced a path down her flat abdomen, teasing the thin fabric of her yoga pants.

"I know women like you, Rachel. You need fucked and my son will be gone for months. Better me, than some stupid young punk that could mess up your marriage."

He cupped her through her pants and panties, his fingers sliding easily pushing the fabric up into her slit.

"You're wet for me, aren't you?" His voice was a husky growl in her ear. "You want me to touch you here, don't you?"

She ...