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Attached to this e-mail you will find, I hope, a copy of a story
published in this newsgroup on June 15th 1995. It is obviously the first
chapter of a much longer story. I would dearly like to find the rest.I
have never found even this much in any archive that I have stumbled
accross. Your comments would be appreciated.If I have made a mistake and
this file does not reach you in readable form please let me know and I
will try again. This is the first time that I have ever tried to send a
message with an attachment.

~Subject: Father In Law [mf]
~From: an84561@anon.penet.fi (Frostflower)

   When Mike finds out his son is neglecting his beautiful wife,
he decides to take care of her himself.

===============================================================

   Connie gasped and struggled briefly in the big man's grasp
before recognizing Tom's father.

   "Mike! What on earth are you doing here?" she laughed, giving
him a hug back.

   Mike laughed too and hugged her tighter.

   "Do I need a reason to visit my favourite daughter-in-law, and
my favourite grandchildren?" he demanded, mock angrily.

   "She shook her head and pulled away from his arms, a little
uneasy at the feelings that had risen within her at the handsome
man's closeness.

   She stepped back and smoothed down her dress, while Mike grinned
down at her. 

   It was hard to believe this man was fifty seven years old. He
smiled down at her from his lofty six-three, shoulders straight and
wide, like the former marine and football player he was. 

   Her eyes rose from his broad chest to the grinning mouth set in
his square jawed handsome face, and she couldn't help smile again,
somewhat shyly this time.

   "Well? You gonna invite me in honey?"

   "Oh of course, come in, come in!"

   She stepped back and motioned him through the door. He moved
across the threshold and into the Bradson's large living room,
gazing around in approval.

   "Nice place." he commented.

   "Thank you. We like it. Can I get you a drink?"

   "Beer would be nice right now." he smiled.

   "Coming right up." She turned and walked across the room toward
the kitchen.

   Mike sighed slightly as his eyes followed the movement of her
rounded buttocks beneath the thin material of the dress. He
remembered the time twenty years ago when Connie was just seventeen
and he had come home early to catch her and Tom going at it in the
living room. 

   They had been so busy with each other they hadn't even noticed
him as he'd pulled back out of sight around the stairs and admired
his son's action with the gorgeous little brunette. 

   Connie had been on her hands and knees on the floor. Tom,
nineteen at the time, was kneeling behind her, his large red cock
sliding in and out of his girlfriend's pussy with fast pumping
motions. 

   "Here you are." 

   He smiled at the woman's obviously pleased face, then flashed
abruptly back to that night, and the sight of her face then,
convulsed in pleasure, her eyes dulled, her mouth hanging open...

   He took a long swallow from the bottle.

   "It's been years since we've seen you Mike."

   "Well, I've been some distance M'dear." he grinned.

   "In California, Tom said."

   He nodded. 

   "Nice break from all the winters out here honey."

   "Yeah, I wish we lived out there.

   "You ought to get on that husband of yours then."

   "Oh God. Don't think I have'nt tried." 

   Connie became suddenly downcast. 

   "Wouldn't matter anyway." she sighed, turning to sit herself on
the couch. "I'd just be an old hag out there with all those blonde
beach girls."

   "What!?" he demanded with a laugh. "You're a gorgeous piece of
woman Connie. You got nothing to worry about from anybody." She
blushed slightly, her eyes going down to her lap for a moment.

   "So how is the boy then? And how the hell are those kids?"

   "Oh their great! Wait till you see them! Kelly is in College
now. Jamie's in her Senior year at high school, and David is a year
behind."

   "I have been away a while." he mused. "The last time I was here
Jamie was just in junior high and worrying about never getting any
boobs."

   Connie laughed. It made her blue eyes twinkle and seemed to
light up her whole face. She brushed some brown bangs out of her
eyes absently and took another drink of beer.

   "Well you ought to see her now!" she giggled. "Last month she
was talking about getting breast reduction surgery!"

   "Your kidding?"

   Connie shrugged and smiled. "Ironic isn't it? She's a thirty-
eight C now. Don't you tell her I told you that." she cautioned.

   "I wouldn't embarrass the little thing!" he protested.

   "That's the problem Mike." she smiled. "She's still a little
thing. For all her growing up here," she held her hands in front of
her own quite adequate chest. "She's barely over five feet tall.
Make's her kind of top heavy."

   "I bet."

   "The aggravating thing is she's just the opposite of Kelly.
Kelly's topped off just short of six feet and she's still..." she
shrugged at her father-in -law.

   "Flat?" he enquired with a grin.

   "Well, not quite, but not far off. Why couldn't the good lord
have spread the size and... " she held her hand out by her chest
again. ".. out more evenly?"

   "That's life." he shrugged. She nodded in agreement. "She's
jealous of Jamie though. She'd never admit it in a million years of
course." 

   "How's she doing at school?"

   "Oh wonderful! Straight A's. She's home studying every night for
hours. She wants to be a lawyer."

   "Well, that's where the money is." Connie nodded.

   "How about Davie?"

   "Oh he's girl crazy, just like every other teenage boy in the
world."

   Mike laughed in agreement. 

   "How long you going to be in town?" she asked.

   "Couple of weeks I guess. I'm staying at the Sherman Plaza."

   "Nonsense!" she cried. "You stay with us. We've got the spare
bedroom."

   "Oh I couldn't put you and Tommie out like that."

   "It wouldn't put us out at all. Lord knows Tom probably wouldn't
even notice an extra body around the place." she said sourly.

   "Now don't tell me you and him are having problems?" She frowned
and looked out the window.

   "No. no... not exactly." she sighed.  She turned back to Mike. 

   "It's just he's hardly ever home anymore. He works about seventy
hours a week or more."

   "That new store opening?" She nodded and sighed again.

   "I might as well be a widow. The only time I see him these days
is when I wake up in the middle of the night and see him lying
there asleep."

   "Well, that'l pass. Don't you worry."

   "That's what I thought last year when the last store opened,
then this one came along, and next year it'l be another one." she
shook her head again.

   "Well, I'll see if I can talk to him about it." Mike frowned. 

   She grinned tiredly.

   "Well, anyway, it'l be nice to have a man around the house for
a few weeks." she smiled

   Mike fetched his suitcases from the car and Connie helped him
lug them upstairs to the spare room.  He watched the woman's face
as she moved. She seemed a lot tireder than she should. Her round
pretty face was lined with worry marks beneath the swirling brown
hair.

   Tom was an asshole to ignore a pretty woman like this, he
thought angrily. He watched her breasts press against the fabric of
her dress as she leaned forward to place the suitcase on the bed,
and shook his head with a sigh.

   Again he remembered her as he'd first seen her on her hands and
knees. Her breasts hung beneath her and wobbled and swung back and
forth as Tommie hammered his dick into her from behind.

   He tore his mind away from the past, aware of his dick hardening
in his pants.

   "Anything you need Dad, just ask." she smiled.

   He swallowed, and nodded with a smile as Connie retreated out of
the room.

   Seventy hours a week, he sighed. He wondered if Tommie was
ignoring the woman in bed. Jaysus what a shame that'd be. Thirty
seven, and she still had the body of a teenager, he'd swear. 

   That light summer dress of hers hid very little of the rounded
curves beneath it. If Tom wasn't screwing her regularly, he hoped
some other bastard damn well was.

    "Want me to help?"

   Connie smiled and shook her head as she gathered the watched the
water pour into the sink.

   "I'll do it. Lord knows I don't have anything else to do."

   Mike smiled and sat down at the kitchen table. 

   Jamie and Dave had gone out on dates, while Kelly had
disappeared to her room to study some more. He and Connie were
alone downstairs.

   He watched her from behind, admiring her buttocks encased in the
denim. He licked his lips in appreciation as she bent over the
sink.

   "Three kids must keep you pretty busy." he said.

   "Oh, not really. Not like they used to." she sighed, over her
shoulder. "Kelly hardly needs any taking care of anymore, and
Jamie's hardly home much more than Tom.

   "She must have a lot of boyfriends."

   "Oh Lord yes. And all of them after just one thing."

   "Think she's still a virgin?"

   She looked back startled, for a second and then turned to her
dishes again. 

   "Who knows these days."

   Her shoulders slumped slightly.

   "At least she dates. I don't remember the last time Kelly went
out with any guy."

   "How come? She's sure pretty enough."

   "I don't know." she shook her head, putting a plate in the
dishrack.

   "She doesn't seem to think much of boys."

   "You don't mean... "

   "Oh No! I don't mean that. It's just that she's gotten all this
feminist stuff into her head. She's always talking about men
persecuting women, and that kind of crap."

   She jumped in surprise as she felt Mike's hand on her back.

   "She'll get over it, and so will that dopey husband of yours."

   She sniffed in disdain and threw another plate into the rack.

   "Sure you don't want any help? You look kind of tired."

   "Oh, no. I'll be okay. It's been a long day is all."

   His hands slid onto her shoulders, kneading and squeezing the
tight muscles there.

   "Used to do this with Emmie when she was all tired out." he
murmured.

   "Feels n... nice." she sighed.

   She swallowed against a startling buildup of heat in her loins
as Mike's hands continued to massage her neck and shoulders.

   Stop that you little tramp! she thought to herself. My God it
hasn't been that long since a man's touched you that you should go
all watery over a little innocent massage from your husband's own
father!

   Mike felt her muscles loosen up some under his talented fingers.

   Her breathing was coming faster though. He could see down the
front of her shirt, where the cleavage between her breasts was
visible. He watched her chest rise and fall faster and faster as he
continued to work on her shoulders. 

   His hands slid over her back, squeezing and massaging. He could
feel his prick hardening, pushing against his own jeans as her hot
skin drew his desires up from his soul. 

   She's your sons wife fool! his mind hissed. And so what? he
answered himself. If the fool is too busy at his damn job to keep
her properly cared for, isn't it a father's job to do it for him?

   His hands slid over her shoulders and then down around her upper
arms, rubbing up and down. The they were around her, his soft, warm
hands caressing the smooth skin of her belly as he hugged her
against him.

   "You're a beautiful woman Connie. If that fool of a son of mine
can't see that, he doesn't deserve you." he whispered.

   Connie didn't answer. The feel of his hands as they caressed her
stomach sent shivers up her spine, and made her legs rubbery and
weak. She shifted feebly, her behind pushing out and back by
accident. She gasped as her buttocks pressed into her father-in-
law's groin and she felt the hardness there.

   Mike groaned inwardly, feeling those firm ass cheeks push
against his rigid manhood as his fingers slid over her skin. His
own breathing was coming on at a rapid pace now, his excitement
high and mounting.

   Then he pushed his hands upward, up until he felt the bottom
swell of her breasts against the sides of his hands. He felt
Connie's intake of breath, hesitated briefly, then slid his hands
upward, cupping her breasts in his palms.

   He could feel their quick rise and fall as she breathed faster,
but she didn't resist. He sighed and pushed his groin forward
against her behind, mashing his cock between the swells of her ass
cheeks as his hands squeezed her breasts.

   Connie stood frozen as if rooted in place. Her eyes stared
downward in shock, seeing the large masculine hands sliding over
her breasts through the thin shirt. Her own hands still stupidly
clasped a dinner plate over the sink as her mind spun in a mixture
of sensual excitement and shocked denial.

   Mike's fingers deftly slipped between the two sides of her shirt
just above where she had tied them together under her breasts. His
hands found her breasts, braless and hot, sweat oozing from every
pore. 

   They both groaned as his fingers squeezed her bare tits,
pressing inward, altering the perfect roundness of the meaty orbs,
mashing them, crushing them. His tongue slid along the nape of her
neck, then she almost cried out as his teeth bit down, and he
suckled on her flesh.

   One of his hands left her shirt, slid down over her heaving
belly. She felt, rather than saw, the catch of her jeans parting,
felt his hand pushing downwards, into her pants, inside the
waistband of her bikini panties.

   "No... no... M... Mi... Mike." she groaned, "No... the... the
k... kids!" 

   Then she lurched backward in reaction as his hand succeeded in
sliding down into her panties and over her pubic mound. His hand
was in her pants! It was so... so soft, so warm, hot. He squeezed
upward, and Connie groaned aloud, arching her back and pushing her
crotch against his hand as need overwhelmed her.

   She felt his hand rubbing up and down over her mound with
stunned excitement. Her eyes stared straight out at the window,
completely unfocused and unseeing as he worked his hand around in
her crotch.

   Her pants slid downward, baring her buttocks. Mike grabbed the
waistband of her panties and pulled them down to her knees with the
jeans. Again she protested, but her voice was feeble and shaky. 

   Mike tore his zipper down, bringing his huge erection out and
rubbing it up and down Connie's ass crack as the woman trembled and
swayed against the sink. She dropped the dinner plate at last. It
landed in the sink with a soft splash.

   Mike pushed her legs apart with his knee, his eyes intent on the
soft roundness of her buttocks as he held his penis in his hand and
squeezed briefly.

   Connie whimpered, almost fell. Her hands shot down and forward,
grasping the faucet of the sink for support. She hung on tightly as
she felt her legs spreading more, felt Mike's cockhead rub against
her hot moist cunt slit.

   "Oooooohhhhh Noooooooooooo!" she whimpered. Her eyes bulging,
staring blindly down into the water of the sink. Her body bent
forward, legs spread, and then...

   She came, came like she didn't remember ever coming before.
Mike's hot steely prong slid upward into body and set off an
explosion of lust and sexual energy that had been building for
months now, months of loneliness and sexual longing for her husband
who was never there or never interested.

   She felt the fat penis slide further and further up into her,
further than Tom's had ever gone, touching parts of her long
untouched and parts never touched as her father-in-law pushed every
inch of his powerful fuck pole into her clasping clutching pussy
hole.

   Her body shook, her nerve endings screaming in joyous release as
the massive uncontrollable orgasm washed over her helpless frame. 

   She felt Mike's cock slide backward, retreating down out of the
slippery, sucking depths of her belly. Then he grunted, and his
cock slammed upward once more, impaling her, burying itself inside
her cunthole.

   She shuddered, just starting to come through the first orgasm
she had felt in months, and already another was building. Her mind
reeled in wonder as Mike began pumping his cock within her, the fat
meaty instrument moving within her, in, out, in, out, in, out, IN!

   Mike pounded his cock up into her twat, as Connie clung
desperately to the faucet and Mike's hips ground her into the
counter. Her hair dangled around her face, some of it dipping into
the water as she bent lower and lower.

   Oh My God she's so hot! Mike gritted. His mind flashed back and
forth from the present to the past, from the sight of the woman
bent over now, his cock slicing in and out of her pussy, to that
time twenty years ago when Tom's cock did the same.

   He humped harder, taking a strange and furious kind of pride in
subjugating Tom's woman like this, in using her, forcing her to cum
around his prick. He could feel her cunt twitching and spasming
around him as he continued to rut into his daughter-in-law.

   His hands gripped her hips tightly, then slid upward over her
sides and onto her breasts again. With deft fingers, he untied the
simple knot holding her top together and her tit meat dropped down
loose and swollen into his hands. 

   He squeezed them tightly, pinching her nipples between his
fingers until she yelped in startled pain, mashing and kneading the
hot, sensitive flesh as it bounced and wobbled in time to his hard
thrusts.

   He could feel his cum approaching. He sped up, ripping his meaty
prong in and out of the woman furiously. Then he came. He pounded
his cock balls deep into her clutching slit hole, and spurted wad
after wad after wad of deep white salty wet cum up into her belly.

   Connie felt the jism shooting into her body, and squealed as her
skin erupted in sizzling twitching electric spasms along it's
entire surface. She rammed her ass back to meet his thrusts,
spreading her legs as far as she could, and pushing down against
the faucet, raising her body upward.

   Her back curved as she raised herself upright, her mouth hung
open in stunned ecstasy, spit dribbling down her jaw as she tore
her hands loose from the facet at last and pressed them hard
against Mike's covering her breasts.

    


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