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 Title: Upset Daughter-in-law


Summary:My daughter-in-law gets upset at a wedding. 


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot,sex





   We'd RSVP'd for this wedding months ago, long before we had any idea
that my wife was going to be out of town and unable to attend.  So instead
of sitting in the church pew with my wife, I was sitting with my
daughter-in-law, while my son was being part of the wedding party for one
of his friends from high school.  In fact, looking at the program, almost
all of the attendants were from his old high school group. 

   With the change in music, I could tell it was time for the wedding party
to start marching in.  I twisted in my seat to watch the first of the
bridesmaids and groomsmen to come down the aisle, and quite honestly, did a
doubletake.  The bridesmaid's dress was, well unique.  It consisted of a
short pleated skirt that came down to mid-thigh in a rather stark pink
color, nude stockings and very tall pink high heels.  The top portion of
the dress was well, only half there.  It was strapless and backless, the
top starting so low in back to almost reach to the top of her full round
butt, and extending around her sides and up until it could cover her large
breasts.  The lace covered satin material then dipped down between her
breasts almost to her navel.  The V of the material held from spreading
apart by a crisscross of string that looked like a shoelace.  I wondered
momentarily what, if anything, was keeping her large breasts contained in
the dress. 

   The next young woman was identically dressed, her somewhat smaller
breasts not overflowing the dress to near the extent the first young lady
had, but there was most definitely plenty of creamy breast showing around
and over the lobes of the dress covering her chest.  If I had to draw an
opinion, the dresses were more like slutty prom dresses than bridesmaid's
dresses.  I wasn't surprised to see the third young woman, slimmer than the
first, but with every bit as much chest, walk down the aisle with my son.
It took several seconds before I recognized the young woman as someone my
son had dated in high school for some time. 

   The fourth bridesmaid was a little chunkier.  Not fat by standard, but
certainly what I called a plus size, with the dress barely able to contain
her somewhat larger size.  The V of exposed skin down the front was
exposing much more of her breasts as it was pulled apart. 

   The maid of honor wore the same dress as the rest of the bridesmaids,
though with her slimmer figure and smaller chest, the dress looked much
less slutty on her. 

   Everyone stood for us to watch the bride come down the aisle, the top of
her dress identical to the bridesmaid's dresses, except being white, with
the skirt being a more traditional layer after layer of see-through mesh
material that occasionally gave a glimmer of leg, not having that heavy
layer of satin under the mesh type material.  A couple of times as she
walked to the altar I swore I could make out white stockings and garters if
the material moved just right.  It was certainly the most unusual wedding
dress I'd ever seen.  As the ceremony progressed, I was sure I could see
her bare butt through the material, making it difficult to decide who to
watch, the bride or the bridesmaids, who seemed to be struggling to keep
the tops of their dresses from sliding down as they stood in their row.  As
the ceremony drew to a close, the new couple was introduced and the wedding
party processed out, most of them walking down the aisle with a
considerably larger amount of breast showing and in two cases at least some
areola peeking over the top of the dress. 

   Tracy and I waited our turns to be ushered out of our pew and to the
receiving line, where we greeted the new couple and the wedding party.  I
had to admit that it was difficult to keep my eyes on their faces rather
than their cleavage.  At least two of the bridesmaids that I knew from when
my kids were in high school leaned in for a hug instead of a hand shake,
pressing their chests against mine, leaving me hoping no one noticed the
hardon that was trying to grow in my pants.

   Finally through the line I milled about with the rest of the guests,
waiting for the departure, the most predominate topic of discussion being
the attire of the wedding party, including the bride.  The predominant
topic though being whispered was that the bride had on stockings and a
garter and that was it, a few guys claiming to have seen nothing on the
front of her either.  We finally threw our bird seed at the departing
couples as they climbed into a limo and raced off, everyone knowing they'd
be back momentarily to start the picture routine. 

   Tracy and I walked to my car and climbed in to drive to the reception
hall, a rustic venue out in the woods.

   "I couldn't believe she wore that dress," Tracy said quietly after we
were in the car.  "What was she thinking?"

   "Dunno.  But it was certainly revealing," I agreed as I backed out of
the parking space in the church lot.

   "That's an understatement.  I feel for those poor girls.  That dress
didn't seem like it wanted to stay in place very well."

   "Certainly not on the larger chested ones," I agreed.

   "See!  Even you could see that!" she said with a frown.  "And the guys,
I mean all of them.  They didn't seem like they could even take their eyes
off of 'em."

   "Well.  It's what you'd expect."

   "Not from Robert," she said quickly.  "I don't expect my husband to be
staring at other girls' tits.  And what was that hug you got from the
bridesmaid with Robert?"

   "Coleen?  She and Rob dated a while in high school.  I guess she still
remembers me."

   "She seems a bit slutty," she said under her breath as we drove out of
town. 

   "She generally did have a tendency to wear skimpy outfits."

   "I believe it."

   "You have to admit, she has the body for it."

   "How can you say that?  Just because she had a big set of boobs?"

   "Tracy!  Goodness."

   "What?"

   "All I said was she had the body for it."

   "Well your son seems to think she still does." 

   "That's not fair to Rob."

   "Sure it is.  You'd think he never saw a set of boobs before."

   I decided to let the topic drop, sensing that it was bound to get worse
before it got better.  Tracy was a well shaped young lady, though her
breasts weren't nearly as large as Coleen's.  She had on a mid thigh summer
dress that was held up by only two small strings over her shoulders.  It
was easy to see the strapless bra she had on through the material of the
dress, containing her perky 32 B breasts.  How did I know she had B cup
breasts?  Well, one time she left a bra behind and I found it in the wash I
was folding.  I knew it wasn't my daughter's or my wife's, so process of
elimination left her. 

   I pulled into the lot of the wedding venue, a large log cabin style barn
that had to be at least two or three stories high.  I parked and we walked
in, finding a massive open ballroom set with tables, a dance floor on one
end and an upper loft that overhung the perimeter of the lower floor.  Then
signs pointed to the loft for the bar, and to be honest I was thirsty. 
"Come on.  Let's get something to drink," I suggested, pointing to the
sign.

   "Good idea," she said with a frown.  "Something stiff if I'm going to
have to watch Robert dancing with an old girlfriend."

   "Come on.  It's just a wedding," I said with a chuckle.  I led the way
up the stairs and found the bar, getting a coke for myself and a margarita
for Tracy.  It was bound to be a while before the wedding party arrived so
we found a table in the loft that overlooked the floor below and settled
down to wait.  Two hours and two drinks later, we found our seats at the
dinner tables on the main floor with the wedding party set to soon
arrive. 

   As they were announced, the collected guests cheered and clapped, each
couple doing some kind of dance step entry.  They looked like they had
already partaken in a fair amount of alcohol, based on the relative
relaxation and uninhibitedness of the couples.  As they danced in, the
larger chested young ladies had more trouble keeping their girls holstered,
Coleen having both of them bounce completely out of the dress so she was
finishing her dance with her hands clasped over both soft looking mounds,
her face blushing red. 

   "Look at that!" Tracy said angrily. 

   "What?"

   "Her tits bounced out like that!  You know she did that on purpose."

   "Why would she do that?"

   "Just to show them off to Robert," she said sharply before taking a sip
of her third drink.

   "Tracy!  Are you jealous?"

   "NO!  I'm not.  I just don't appreciate some girl flashing all her
goodies at my husband!"

   "So you are jealous," I said with the shake of my head.  "What can
happen?  It's a wedding for goodness sakes."

   "You would say that.  You're enjoying it just fine!"

   "What are you talking about?" I asked as I stood up with the rest of the
guests as the newlyweds came into the room.

   "This," she said, reaching over to my front and squeezing the hardon
that was bulging out my pants.

   "Tracy!" I snapped in surprise, backing away from her hand.  "What the
hell?"

   "Like I said.  You're enjoying the view just fine."

   "I think you need to stop drinking," I said as we sat down again, the
newlyweds and the wedding party taking their place at the head table. 

   Almost immediately guests started dinging their glasses with their
knives, imploring the new couple to kiss.  I was unsurprised to see the
groom lean over and give his new wife a kiss, but was surprised to see his
hand slip into her top and squeeze one of her tits inside the dress, which
brought a giggle from her rather than any kind of displeasure.

   "Wow.  If I tried that at my wedding my wife would have slugged me," I
said quietly, mostly to myself.

   "Be glad that's all he's grabbing," Tracy said to me.

   "What do you mean?"

   "She doesn't have any underwear on!  What do you think he's going to be
grabbing before the night is out?"

   "Tracy.  Honey.  Take it easy.  He just married her.  He can grab
anything he wants."

   "But the girls aren't wearing any either, and Robert is married to me,
not Carol or whatever her name is."

   "Coleen," I corrected her.  "And how do you know?"

   Tracy rolled her eyes.  "Dad!  God!  Look at what's in their jacket
pockets!"

   I looked at the groomsmen sitting by each of the bridesmaids and was
startled to realize that cloth sticking out of their lapel pocket wasn't a
cloth at all, but each had a different color and material that could only
be panties.  "Oh," I answered quietly, not at all sure what to say. 
Fortunately dinner started to be served, giving me a chance to deflect the
discussion.  Through dinner I couldn't help but think about the fact that
all the young ladies sitting on the stage were wearing nothing under their
dresses, and wondering just exactly how had each of the groomsmen obtained
their pocket decorations.  Were they freely given, or retrieved?  Believing
I raised my son to know better, I hoped that they were given rather than
retrieved.

   With dinner done it was time for the usual special dances and such. 
Father/daughter, mother/son, dollar dance, etc.  Of course it also included
throwing the bouquet and garter.  Usually the bride sits in a chair and the
groom pulls the garter from under her dress, but as with much of this
wedding, they chose a much different method.  The groom lay on the floor
and the bride squatted down over his head, going low enough to practically
put her supposedly bare pussy in his face.  She stood back up slowly,
allowing him to slide the garter down her leg as she got back up, to the
fanatic cheers of a good portion of the guests. 

   Maybe I'm just getting old or something, but I thought that kind of
thing was supposed to be left for AFTER the reception.

   Shortly after the general dancing started, I suggested that Tracy go
dance with her husband and remind him gently who he came with.

   "Mister W!" I heard a female voice say from behind me.  "Sitting and not
dancing?"

   I twisted around and saw Coleen standing behind me.  "Oh Hi.  Want a
seat?" I asked, offering her Tracy's chair. 

   "Not really.  I was kind of hoping you'd dance with me," she said
expectantly.

   "I'm not much on these fast dances," I answered honesty.

   "That's okay.  I'll help you," she said, holding a hand out for me. 

   "Yeah.  Sure, why not," I finally agreed with a sigh.

   "Been a long time since we've seen each other," she said as she led me
to the dance floor.  "Now.  Here.  Just like this," she said, taking my
hands and making me rock back and forth the way she was.  Her tits wiggled
and swayed in the dress top, threatening to bound out at any moment, which
of course made my cock start growing in my pants again.  After some
minutes, one did slip out, completely exposing her nipple.  She left it
hanging out for a few moments, and then, using one of my hands, which she
was still holding, nonchalantly tucked it back into the dress.  "Thank
you," she said as the music ended and transitioned into a slow dance tune.
Without missing a beat, she moved in close to me and pressed her body
against mine.  "Someone got a little excited helping me out," she whispered
in my ear as she ground herself against my hard bulge.  "When I was in
school I always thought you were pretty hot looking."

   "I'm twice your age," I chuckled as she continued to dance, pressing her
pelvis against my cock, causing it to try and harden even further.

   "I know.  I kinda of always had a thing for older guys."

   "But you were dating my son."

   "I was.  And I was also flashing you everything I could.  Didn't you
even notice how skimpy my clothes were?"

   "How could I not notice?" I answered, thinking back to all the short
dresses and uber tight shirts and shorts she wore when she was over.  There
were any number of times that we were all sitting in the family room
watching something on TV and I'd get up and walk out of the room for
something, only to come back to see her legs spread in different ways to
expose her panties to me.  The thought of those tantalizing views, and the
sudden realization that they were anything but accidental seemed to make my
hardon grow even more.  A fact not lost on her.

   "Feels like someone remembers all too well," she whispered with a soft
giggle, pressing herself tighter to me for a few moments.  "Here, let me
fix that for you," she added as she moved an arm from around my neck and
slid her hand between us. 

   "Coleen!" I protested as I started to pull back from her .

   She pressed herself back against me and leaned her face closer to my
ear. "If you don't move, no one will know." I looked around to see who
might be staring at us as her hand slid down inside my belt and fished
around to work a gap between my shirttail and the top of my briefs,
allowing her to slide her hand down into my pants and straighten my dick.
She wrapped her fingers around it as much as she could in the tight
confines and caressed it slightly until the song was about to end before
pulling her hand back out and sliding it up to rest between us on my chest.
"There.  That's better isn't it?"

   "It is, but I'm not accustom to young ladies sticking their hands down
my pants," I answered, feeling suddenly very warm as the DJ put on the next
song, another reasonably slow tune.

   "Well, fair is fair," she whispered, pulling her hand from between us,
finding mine and drawing it down between us.  I felt her push it down and
under her skirt, leaving it only when I could feel her hot wet pussy
between her legs.  "There.  Now you can feel me up too."

   "So it seems," I agreed, letting my hand rest there for a few moments,
the side of my index finger rubbing her lips and then slipping between them
as she danced.  Reluctantly I slid my hand out from its warm nest. 

   "You know what I have on under this dress?"

   "Nothing?" I answered quietly.

   "That's right.  Nothing at all.  So if someone wanted to slip a hand in
the top and play with my breasts, well, there wouldn't be anything in the
way at all," she said invitingly as she found my hand that had just come
from between her legs and guided it up her body.  She turned herself
slightly so that as she pushed my hand into the top of the dress it was
pinned between us, hiding it from most people's view.

   "You know.  I wouldn't mind if you just took my dress all the way off."

   "I don't think that'd be appropriate."

   "Well, it might be a little obvious here, but I know a place we can."

   "I'm married," I answered.

   "Uh huh.  iSo is Robert.  Didn't stop him from taking my panties off."

   "He did?"

   "Uh huh.  So, do you wanna take my dress off?"

   "Your serious?"

   "The whole thing.  All I'd be wearing is my stockings and shoes.  I mean
if someone did that I'd be so turned on I probably wouldn't want to put it
back on until someone made me come."

   "Honey.  Coleen.  I'm married!"

   "So?  Who'd know?"

   "I would."

   "So would I.  It'd be our secret."

   "But I can't cheat on my wife."

   "So don't.  Just take my dress off and you can play with me until I
come. You know you wanna see me naked.  I can feel it in your dick and see
it in your eyes.  You want this as much as I do."

   "I doubt there is anyplace around here you could do that."

   "Look Mister W.  I can't think of any other way to say this.  This dress
has made me horny as hell, and I always thought you looked like a pretty
hot dad.  Now is your chance to see me naked.  What you do with it is up to
you, but once my dress is off, I'm all yours."

   "I guess I'd be stupid to turn down an offer like that."

   "You would," she said with a giggle.  "Come with me.  I need a drink."

   It seemed like an odd change of tact, but I followed her from the main
dance floor to the stairs, and then up the stairs, her short skirt showing
off her pussy with each step she took.  I followed her to the bar and then
past it, down a short hallway extending toward the back of the barn from
the loft.  She pushed open a door and stepped in, closing it as she closed
us into the large closet.  "Coat check.  No one is going to be using it
tonight," she said as she reached behind herself and unzipped the zipper
from the top of her butt down to the middle of her ass.  She wiggled a few
times and the whole dress slid down her legs, leaving her as naked as she'd
suggested.

   "This really isn't a good idea," I said as she started undoing my belt,
even though I made no attempt to stop her.

   "So?  You're here alone, I'm here alone.  Might as well be alone
together for a few minutes."

   "Somehow that didn't make sense," I protested as she pushed my pants and
briefs down, freeing my raging hardon.

   "Oh god yes.  I always knew you had a big dick Mister W.  I could see
how hard you got when I came over in those little shorts and stuff.  Oh
yeah," she cooed as she moved to the buttons of my shirt and started
undoing them. 

   "You really wore that kind of stuff to make me hard?" I asked as she
pushed my shirt off my shoulders and pushed it down my arms, leaving me
naked from my ankles up.

   "Uh huh, but I never got to see it or fuck it.  I'm one for two now. 
Wanna let me go two for two?"

   "You really wanna have sex with me?"

   "When else are you going to get to fuck a twenty-five year old?" she
asked with a grin, reaching for my dick with both hands and using it as a
handle to pull me along with her.  There was a little desk by the door,
which she rested her ass on, and then leaned back, spreading and lifting
her legs as she continued to pull me towards her, aiming my dick at her
pussy.  I shuffled to her with my pants around my ankles, turned on enough
by watching the sexy boobs during the wedding that I wasn't really thinking
all that far beyond the end of my dick. 

   "Oh damn," I groaned as I pressed my mushroom head between her lips and
into her depths.  "Ohhhhhhh god damn." 

   "You can say that again," she gasped softly as I pushed into her,
stroking my cock only a little bit to help work it in deeper.  I started to
slide my shaft in and out of her as she lifted her legs with her hands and
pulled herself apart farther, giving me even deeper access to her pussy. 
"Oh fuck yes," she moaned as I pumped my length in and out, pulling back
until nearly all of my length was out, only my mushroom head remaining in
before plunging quickly into her.  I slid my hands up to her fantastic
boobs and cupped each one, stroking my thumbs back and forth across her
hard nipples, making them harden even more and her squirm on the desk even
more.

   "God damn you feel good," I groaned as I looked down at her spread legs,
her soft inner lips wrapped around my shaft, her juices looking almost
creamy white as I plunged in and out of her rhythmically.

   "Uh huh.  You too," she grunted in time with my strokes, each thrust
bumping my head against her cervix.  "Oh god I should have done this years
ago," she panted as she arched her back slightly to press her clit against
the top of my shaft.  "Ohhhhhh fuck yes.  Right there.  Oh god that's going
to make me come so fast!" she moaned as I continued to plunge into her, my
bare thighs slapping her ass with each stroke.  I could feel my cockhead
banging into the end of her tunnel with each stroke, sending little tingles
through my body. 

   I groaned as I felt her pussy contract around my shaft, her legs and
arms shaking and trembling as her climax started to wash over her.  In
moments her whole body was shaking and trembling as her juices oozed out
around my plunging shaft.  I squeezed her nipples and pulled them, drawing
a cry of pleasure as her climax seemed to peak even higher. 

   As her trembles and shudders slowly subsided, I continued to thrust into
her, plunging faster as the warmth and tingle spread through my body, my
climax imminent at any moment.  "Fuck.  I'm going to come," I grunted,
knowing I couldn't hold back more than a few seconds.

   She reached both hands for my chest and pushed me away, forcing my cock
from her pussy.  She dropped her legs and slid from the table, grabbing my
cock with her hands as she squatted down in front of me.  She leaned her
face toward me, wrapping her lips around my head as she stroked me
furiously.  "Ohhhhhh fuck.  Here it comes," I groaned just before my body
jerked, trying to jam my cock into her throat and unleashing a huge gush of
pent up cum.  Over and over my body bucked, pumping more cum into her mouth
which she seemed to savor as she continued sucking and pumping her hands on
my dick.  As the tide ebbed, she slowed her strokes and finally pulled her
mouth from my shaft. 

   "Now that was a fucking lot of cum.  I'm glad you didn't put that in me,
I'd be leaking it all night long!" she giggled as she stood up and wrapped
her arms around my neck.  She leaned herself to me, pressing herself
tightly to my body, her bare tits and still hard nipples pressed to my
chest.  She leaned her face toward mine and her lips to mine in a long
erotic kiss.  "Nice to see a man that doesn't shy away from kissing the
woman that just sucked all the cum from his cock."

   "Would be rude, wouldn't it?" I asked as I let my hands massage her bare
ass cheeks, pulling her tighter to me as we stood essentially naked in the
cloak room.

   "It would, but most guys don't," she said as she stood looking at me,
her arms still around my neck.

   "Maybe we better get back?"

   "I suppose," she said with a pout.  "Not much chance of staying in here
and doing it again, is there?"

   "Not much," I agreed as I released her from my grip.  She leaned towards
me, gave me another peck on the lips and then stepped back to find her
dress.  We dressed in silence and then snuck out of the cloak room,
stopping at the bar to each get a drink before heading back down to the
reception.

   "There you are!" Tracy said as we came down the steps.

   "Yeah.  Went to get something to drink," I answered her.

   "Good idea," she said, stepping past me onto the stairs.  "I could use
another."

   I raised my eyebrows questioningly.  It would be the forth that I was
aware of. 

   "I better go find Rob," she said before giving me a kiss on the cheek
and walking away.

   I walked past the cake table and got myself a piece of cake and went to
a table to sit and eat it while I nursed my drink.  Tracy soon walked down
the stairs and came to sit by me.  "So what's with you?  You've been kind
of angry all evening."

   "Ohhh I shouldn't be, but he makes me so mad sometimes."

   "Who?"

   "Robert.  Who else?'

   "So what has he done that's got you ticked?"

   "It's that girl.  Did you know he actually took her underwear off with
his teeth?"

   "No.  I didn't."

   "Yeah.  I found out from one of the other bridesmaids.  They all had to
take the panties off their bridesmaid with their teeth."

   "Sounds a bit over the top, but it's not such a bad thing, is it?  I
mean how much trouble can you get into doing that?"

   "Oh that isn't the worst part.  They had to do it laying on the floor
while the bride was sucking their dick.  It was her present to them all."

   "Ohhh.  I see," I answered.

   "I think I want to go home," she said quietly.

   "Home home or to the hotel home?" I asked, knowing that "home" was
several hours away.

   "The hotel will do," she said with a frown.  "I don't want to be here
just now."

   "I understand," I answered, getting up from my chair.  We walked out of
the barn to my car and I opened the door for her to climb in before walking
around and getting in myself.  It was hot in the car, even with the cooling
evening temperatures, and I turned the AC to max as soon as I had it
started.  The hotel was about fifteen minutes away from the reception
location, and we drove in silence much of the way down the narrow two lane
road headed toward it.

   "I can't believe he'd do that," she finally said.  I remained quiet,
suspecting that was the better part of valor for the moment.  "I mean, how
would he feel if I did something like that?"

   "Did what?" 

   "I don't know.  Something like that.  Showed my pussy off to some other
guy!"

   "I don't think he'd appreciate it," I answered.

   "Damn right he wouldn't," she answered angrily.  "So why does he have
license to do something like that, just because he had a little bit to
drink?"

   "Doesn't make it right," I agreed.

   "Damn right it doesn't!" she snapped.  "I mean if he can, I should be
able to, right?"

   "Should be able to what?" I asked, getting a little confused.

   "Something.  I don't know," she said shaking her head.  "I mean hell, if
he can stick his face in someone else's pussy, I should be able to put my
pussy in some other guy's face, right?"

   "I suppose," I answered, trying to be agreeable.

   "Damn right!" she said, unbuckling her seat belt.  She kicked off her
shoes and then hiked her skirt almost to her waist, exposing the tops of
her thigh high stockings and her tiny yellow bikini panties that sort of
matched the color of her dress.  She lifted one leg at a time, sliding the
stockings down her long, sexy legs and tossing them over the seat into the
back seat.  She lifted herself off the seat using her feet and shoulders
and quickly slid her panties part way down her legs.  She sat back on the
seat, leaned forward and pulled her dress up.  I nearly drove off the edge
of the road as she pulled the dress up and off, tossing it into the back
seat, leaving her sitting in just her panties, still around her knees, and
a beige strapless bra.  She lifted her feet off the floor, pulled her
panties off and tossed them over her shoulder as well.  She put her feet on
the dashboard and slouched down in the seat, spreading her knees apart to
expose her pussy.  "Give me your hand," she said, reaching for my right
hand and pulling it off the steering wheel.  She pulled my hand to her lap
and pressed my fingers against her pussy.  "There," she said, almost as if
that were some goal she'd accomplished.

   "Tracy.  This isn't appropriate," I said, drawing my hand back from her
lap.

   "I don't care," she said, pulling my hand back.  "Just...Just...  Just
play with me," she said, her voice switching almost to a plea. 

   "You seriously want me to play with your pussy?"

   "Well...  Yes.  And my tits too," she said, reaching to the small clasp
between her breasts and flicking it to let both B cup breasts be fully
exposed.  I'd never seen her naked, or anything more revealing than in a
bikini, and I wasn't really sure she wanted what she was asking for as much
as the alcohol was asking for it.

   "We shouldn't do this," I said again, leaving my hand pressed to her
hot, wet pussy lips.

   "I don't care.  Stroke me, stick your fingers in me, I don't care as
long as you make me climax."

   "That's what you really want?"

   "Yes.  I want you to make me come," she said almost defiantly.  I
shrugged to myself and let my fingers begin to stroke her full outer lips
and the slight amount of inner lip protruding.  In a few moments I was
working my finger between her lips and feeling the hot wetness of her pussy
as I stroked from the entrance to her depths to the end of her slit and her
hard excited little clit.  "OH FUCK!" she cried as I stroked across it the
first time, her body practically jerking at the sudden stimulation.  "Don't
stop.  Just keep doing it," she gasped as I circled my finger tip around
and around her little nub. 

   I did my best to keep the car on the road, and eventually pulled off
into the entrance to a farmer's field, parking the car near a large steel
gate.  I turned off the car, and twisted in my seat, unbuckling my seat
belt.  There was still plenty of light as the sun was sinking behind the
horizon, giving me plenty of opportunity to see her whole naked body.  In
for a penny and all that, I leaned over in front of her, twisting myself
somewhat uncomfortably.  I lifted her left breast with my fingers and
sucked her nipple into my mouth as I continued to stroke and tease her
pussy and clit.  I slid my finger down her wet lips and pushed the tip of
my finger into her vaginal tunnel. 

   "Ohh fuck yes.  Fuck yes!" she gasped as I pushed my finger in to the
second knuckle, feeling her tight walls squeeze around me.  I started
sliding it in and out of her, using my thumb of the same hand to press and
rub her clit.  "Oh shit!  OH SHIT!" she cried loudly as her body started to
tremble and shake.  "OHHHHHH FUUUUUCK!" she screamed as her body dissolved
into shudders and trembles.  I released her nipple and pulled my hand from
her pussy, leaning back into my seat.

   "You may want to retrieve your dress before we get to the hotel," I said
quietly as she sat in the seat panting.

   "Yeah.  Good idea," she said breathlessly.  Somewhat shakily, she
climbed onto the seat and leaned over the back to reach for her dress which
had apparently slid all the way to the floor.  Her butt shown in my rear
view mirror, and as she bent further her pussy was completely exposed.  I
reached for her right leg and gently lifted it, pulling her legs apart as
she held herself up on the back seat with her hands.  I twisted to sit
sideways on the seat and leaned my face into her pussy, gently licking my
tongue up her soft wet lips.  "Ohhhhhhh fuck," she moaned as I slipped my
tongue between her lips and stroked up the length of her slit, teasing the
tip of my tongue into the entrance to her depths.  I sat and licked for
several minutes before releasing her and letting her sit back down into the
passenger seat.  "Ohhhh fuck that felt good," she panted. 

   "For me too," I agreed.

   "You like doing that?  Licking pussy I mean?"

   "Do I enjoy it?  Sure."

   She looked over at me and then leaned towards me, reaching into my lap
and undoing my belt.  "Take your pants off," she said as she unbuttoned
them.

   "Honey.  We shouldn't do this," I protested weakly as she tried to work
my pants down over my butt.

   "Do what?"

   "Whatever you're going to do."

   "How do you know what I'm going to do?"

   "I can guess."

   "Good.  Help me get your pants off and stop arguing," she said testily.
I lifted my butt off the seat and she pushed my pants down to my knees
before crawling onto my lap.  It was a bit snug between me and the steering
wheel, but she reached down next to my seat, found the switch to move it
back and motored it back to the limit.  Then she hit the seat back switch
and reclined the seat back as far as it would go, allowing her to rest her
wet pussy against my hardon.  She reached between us and rubbed my head
around her pussy lips and then settled it between them.  I felt her lower
her weight on me and force my cock up into her pussy, her wet depths
accepting me inch by inch.  "Oh my god yes," she moaned as she wiggled
herself to force the last of my length into her.  She looked at me and
leaned her chest towards my face, pushing both perky little tits against my
face.

   "Oh damn," I groaned as I held her ass cheeks as she began to slowly
ride up and down my dick.  "You know, I'm not going to be able to do this
very long."

   "Why not?"

   "Because playing with you has me a little excited," I answered as the
warmth and tingle started to flow from my engorged cock through my body.

   "So?  What usally happens when you get excited?"

   "I come."

   "Uh huh.  And you think I don't know that happens?"

   "You sure you want it too?"

   "I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't," she whispered.  "Now shut up and
suck my nipples."

   I shrugged and opened my mouth to accept one of her hard nipples,
flicking my tongue across and around it as she rode up and down my shaft. I
could feel her soft depths caress my shaft and my mushroom head, inching me
closer and closer to climax with each stroke of her pussy.  My hips almost
automatically started trying to lift in time with her strokes, causing our
bodies to slap loudly together.  Up and down she bounced, slightly faster
as my cock swelled even bigger inside her.  "If you're gonna get off, you
better do it soon," I grunted, trying to hold my orgasm from pumping her
full of my cum.

   "Who said I was?" she asked as she slammed down harder on me.  "Just let
me fuck you until you come."

   "Oh shit," I groaned, knowing I couldn't hold out any longer.  I felt my
body buck and jam my cock deep into her, pumping a massive squirt of cum
deep into her. 

   "Oh yeah.  There you go baby.  Give it to me.  Give it all to me," she
cooed as she wiggled her ass on my lap, feeling my cock swell and surge
more into her over and over again.  I half lay, half sat in my seat,
stroking my hands up and down her nude body as she straddled me, waiting
patiently for my hardon to start flagging. 

   "We shouldn't have done that," I said quietly.

   "So?  You going to tell on us?"

   "Not likely.  I don't want to end up divorced."

   "Good.  I don't plan on telling anyone either," she said as she climbed
off of me.  She moved back to her seat and pulled the dress on,
intentionally leaving her bra and panties off.  "I think we should go to
the hotel and clean up."

   "Yeah.  Probably," I agreed, pulling my underwear and pants back up
before motoring my seat back up to a sitting positon.  It was almost dark
by the time I pulled into the hotel parking lot, and I was starting to feel
pretty guilty about what had just happened.  It isn't like I hadn't fallen
off the wagon before, I had, though it'd been a VERY long time ago.  Coleen
was falling off the wagon, and I wasn't proud of it.  But Tracy, hell that
was falling off the wagon and chopping it into bits.  She had been
drinking, though I wouldn't go so far as to call her drunk.  And she was my
daughter-in-law.  If anyone found out it'd not only ruin my marriage, but I
don't think my son would be very happy either, to put it mildly.

   I parked and got out, pulling our suitcases out of the trunk.  I could
see her bare tits wiggling in the dress, much more visible without the bra
than was normally publicly acceptable, at least by my wife's standards. 
Personally, she could dress like this in front of me any time she wanted.
The guy at the desk must have felt the same way, barely taking his eyes off
her tits the whole time he was checking us into our adjoining rooms.  With
key cards in hand, we headed to the elevator and waited for the doors to
open. 

   "I think we need to fuck some more," she said casually as the doors
closed on us.

   "Huh?"

   "I said we need to fuck some more," she said, turning and pulling the
hem of her dress up to expose her pussy and bare stomach.  "You can't say
you don't want to."

   "I don't think it's appropriate," I finally said after staring at her
pussy for several long seconds.

   "Why?  Because I'm your daughter-in-law?"

   "Because we're both married," I answered with a frown.

   "Going to get a conscious now?  After what we did in the car?"

   "Yeah.  Seems kind of silly, doesn't it?" I agreed.

   "So?"

   The doors opened and there was a person waiting for the car, the young
man staring at Tracy as she dropped her dress back in place.  We walked to
our rooms and entered without another word.  In a few moments I heard a
knock on the door that couples the two rooms.  I opened it to find her
standing naked on the other side.

   "So?  Where were we?"

   "I was telling you what a bad Idea it was to have any more sex," I
answered as she walked into the room.

   "So?  Get naked and let's pick up where we were in the car, only more
comfortable."

   "Honey, we shouldn't," I protested as she walked up to me and started
undoing my pants.

   "Yes, we should.  You got me off twice in the car, I got you off once. I
owe you another," she said as my pants slid to my ankles.  "Now are you
going to help me or am I doing this alone?"

   "Tracy, honey.  You really wanna do this?"

   "Dad.  Look.  I'll make this easy for you.  Yes I want to.  No you
don't, but I don't care.  You've been trying to see my body since I joined
the family, don't think I didn't notice how you look at me when I'm wearing
shorts or a bikini.  You KNOW you want to.  I also KNOW what you did with
Coleen in the coat check room.  So this and that will be our private little
secret.  Unless of course you feel like you have to tell mom about this?"

   "NO!" I responded.

   "Good.  Then get naked and come fuck me," she said as she stepped away,
crawled onto the bed and lay down, her legs and arms spread wide so I could
see everything.  "You can take me any way you want."

   I shook my head and finished undressing.  As naked as she was I crawled
onto the bed, my rock hard dick betraying my desire and reluctance. 
"That's it.  Come on over here," she cooed softly.

   "You've been drinking and I shouldn't take advantage of you," I said
softly as I crawled over her, her hands reaching down for my hard cock
guiding it towards her pussy.

   "Who said you were taking advantage of me?  Who says I didn't want this
as much as you?"

   "You're mad at your husband.  That's a bad reason to have sex."

   "It is.  That's why I fucked you in the car.  This is because I WANT
to!"

   "You sure?" I asked as I pressed my head against her wet lips, forcing
the tip into her but not pushing my whole shaft in yet.

   "Yes!" she moaned, wrapping her legs around me and digging her heels
into me to force me to push deeper.  "Oh my god yes," she moaned as I
pressed slowly into her, my engorged head pushing even deeper than it had
in the car with her sitting on me.  "Ohhh fuck you're so big," she groaned
as she pulled her feet against my ass to drive me fully into her.  I felt
my head press against the end of her vaginal tunnel and started to pull
back, drawing back several inches before thrusting it in again, getting a
deep guttural groan of pleasure.  I started stroking in and out
rhythmically, slapping my thighs into her thighs and ass, making her body
shake with each stroke, her small tits wiggling enticingly with each
impact.

   "Oh damn," I groaned as I thrust into her, her tight pussy caressing my
cock and engorged head.  I could feel every ripple and bump of her insides
as I withdrew my head and the pressure against the tip of my head as I
thrust myself into her again.  In and out I stroked, her hips starting to
rock, her body unable to remain still as my head caressed her depths and my
shaft stroked her clit with each plunge. 

   "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" she mumbled over and over as I drove into
her repeatedly, the tingle and warmth of an impending climax starting to
grow and spread within me.  I could feel the need to plunge faster, taking
over as my pace quickened, the audible slap slap of our bodies filling the
room.  I briefly wondered if the neighboring room could hear out
animalistic grunts and moans as I pumped my shaft in and out of her.

   "Gonna come.  Oh fuck gonna come," she squealed as her body started to
shake and tremble under me.  "Ohhhhhh fuck yes, fuck yes!" 

   I could feel her pussy contract around me and then felt her hot wet
juices spurting from within her around my shaft, wetting both of us as she
shook and trembled.  The combination of sensations of her hot wet depths
caressing my shaft and the feel of her cum spraying us as we slapped
together was more than my excited body could withstand.  With a massive
grunt, my body jerked and jabbed my cock deep into her, slapping the base
of my cock hard into her clit, which drew another gush of her juices at the
same time my head pumped a flood of cum into her.  Over and over I jerked
as I dropped on top of her, my body still jerking and spurting cum into
her.

   Slowly my climax began to fade and I allowed her to roll us over,
leaving her laying on top of me instead of me crushing her much more petite
body.  She lay herself on me, her bare tits on my chest and her nose inches
from mine.  "God can you fuck," she whispered as she wiggled herself around
on me, moving my still partly hard dick in her pussy.  "I'm going to have
to find a way to do this again!"

   "Seriously?" I panted.  "Once isn't already too many times?'

   "Oh Dad.  You can be so silly.  No.  Just think, every time I'm wearing
a bikini or a tight pair of shorts, I'm going to be thinking of how your
hands felt in my pussy in the car, and how it felt to get licked by you,
getting me all worked up until I just had to have your cock in me.  No,
I'll always be thinking about how this feels, and if I get a chance, you
know I'm gonna come back for more."

   "Well.  More will have to wait.  I'm afraid there isn't anything left in
the tank."

   "Not surprised," she whispered as she leaned her face down and kissed my
lips softly.  "You rest.  I'll see you in the morning."

   "Okay," I agreed as she lifted herself off of me. 

   "One question."

   "Yeah?"

   "Do you think I have a sexy body?"

   "I think that's a silly question," I answered.

   She smiled.  "Just checking.  Guess you wouldn't mind me flashing it at
you from time to time then, huh?"

   "As long as no one catches you," I said with a sigh, wondering what
other kind of trouble I could get into.

   "Good!  Night!" she said before she walked through the door and closed
it behind her, leaving it ajar.  I rolled onto my side, searching for a dry
spot on the bed and closed my eyes, exhausted.

   Morning came and I crawled out of bed.  If I didn't smell like pussy I'd
have thought that it was all a dream.  The real question now was how I'd
deal with the aftermath.  I mean once she wakes up, sober, I'd worry that
she'll say something to either my son or my wife, and that would be worse
than bad.  I showered and dressed, putting my ear to the adjoining door to
see if she was awake yet before I headed down to the hotel lobby for their
free breakfast. 

   I was eating a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon when I felt a set of
hands on my shoulders.  I twisted my head around and was face to face with
a pair of soft breasts in a skin tight white spandex shirt. 

   "Good morning stud!" my daughter-in-law whispered as she leaned a little
closer, pressing one soft breast into the side of my face before
straightening.  She moved to the chair next to mine at the little table and
sat down, her big tits practically resting on the table top.  "What's for
breakfast?" she asked in a normal tone of voice, looking every bit as
normal as one would expect.

   "Eggs and bacon," I answered.  "Sleep well?"

   "Well enough," she answered.  "Though not as well as I could have," she
said with a little wink, letting me know just exactly what she meant.

   "Well.  At least you got some sleep.  We have a long trip home," I
answered before she walked away to go get food.  She came back and sat down
directly across from me at the little table.  I felt her feet touch mine,
nothing overt, but enough to say, here I am.  Clearly she remembered the
night before and just as clearly she was determined to let me know she did
remember and didn't want what happened to be a one and done.  As my son
walked into the lobby, I wondered just how Tracy would manage to make
things "normal" with him and still think about some kind of physical
relationship.  I had a hunch I was in for a lot of peeks and flashes.  "Not
an entirely unpleasant prospect at all." I thought to myself as I greeted
my son, who struck up a conversation about our trip home.  "Yeah, it's
going to be interesting going forward," I thought as she rubbed my foot
under the table with one of hers while looking completely attentive to my
son's comments.  "Real interesting."


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