His Dad Changed Everything - Sex Stories

His Dad Changed Everything

... breathe as he took her like this, in the house she shared with her husband, his son. She wanted it, she couldn't deny that. She wanted him to make her forget everything but this moment, this pleasure.

"Your pussy is loose, Rachel, open, wanting stuffed," he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he pumped harder. "Your pussy feels so good." His free hand moved up, cupping her breast once more, pinching and twisting her nipple. "Are you gonna cum for me like this? Cum for old daddy."

"Please..." she moaned out, unable to find any other words.

His fingers moved faster, harder, and she felt her orgasm building, building.

"That's it, Rachel. Let go. Cum all over daddy's hand."

His other hand moved down, cupping her ass, squeezing and massaging it as he thrust deeper, faster.

"Let me feel it, let me feel your hot pussy spasm around my fingers."

His thumb found her clit, rubbing it roughly, one fingertip of the hand on her ass touching her asshole, as she came, her body shuddering in his grip. He held her tight, feeling her orgasm pulse through her as she cried out, her pussy clenching and releasing around his fingers.

Finally, he let her go, her pants and underwear around one foot. She slid to the floor and lay there, gasping for breath, her body tingling from head to toe.

"You're so beautiful when you come," he whispered, his hand sliding down her hip. "I wish I could see you like that with my son."

She felt a shiver of fear run down her spine ...

... at the thought.

"But for now, we'll have to settle for this." He leaned down, kissing her neck, his tongue tracing the delicate skin there. "Just remember, Rachel, this doesn't mean anything. It's just us, two lonely people trying to find comfort." And he stood up, revealing a hard tent with a wet spot in his pants, and walked toward the door.

She was stunned as he was leaving, only to turn around and say, "Next time, it's my turn. Your gonna love servicing this thick cock."

Her heart pounded as she heard him walk away. It was all so surreal, like a dream she couldn't wake up from. The guilt was crushing, the desire that had been unleashed both exhilarating and terrifying. She didn't know how she was supposed to move forward from this.

The thought of being with him again, feeling his touch and his cock inside her, sent shivers down her spine. Part of her wanted more, wanted to give in to the desire that he'd unlocked within her. But another part of her knew that she couldn't. This was wrong on every level, and if she didn't put a stop to it now, she'd only end up hurting herself and her husband even more.

She spent the next few days in a haze, her mind constantly drifting back to the encounter with her father-in-law. She tried to focus on work, on her marriage, on anything that would distract her from the growing ache between her legs. But it was no use. The image of him fingering her to orgasm, the things he said, the feel of his rough hands on her body, were ...