My Father-in-law (Ch.03) [F/M]

Chapter 3 [(Link to chapter two)](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p194wj/my_fatherinlaw_ch_02_fm/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

Jake´s mood improved after our session on the couch, which only served to fuel my guilty conscience. That whole afternoon we spent by the pool, basking in the warm summer sun, swimming together, kissing each other more often than we had in months. All the while, I felt the guilt and shame over what I had done gnawing inside my stomach, eating me from inside. But all the guilt in the world couldn´t erase the memory of how excited I had felt as I locked eyes with John, his son´s cock deep inside of me. Every time I tried to think of something else, distract myself with other things, his steely grey gaze rushed into my mind, blowing everything else away.

I wanted him to see me. I wanted his eyes to devour my skin, to wander over my body like a man dying of thirst spotting an oasis in the distance.

But still, the guilt washed over me. I resolved myself to not let anything else happen. These feelings were natural; he was a good-looking man, even though he was twice my age, and I had been feeling lonely and unwanted since Jake hadn´t seemed interested in having sex with me. Now, though, as Jake let his fingers run over my warm back as we lay tanning, I felt more in control of my sexuality. I would resist John. He wouldn´t get a chance to tempt me because I wouldn´t give him one. I was just going to act as if nothing had happened, as if John and I shared nothing but a normal relationship.

As it turned out, John seemed to have resolved to do the same. When Jake and I had finished swimming and gotten dressed, he came by our room to tell us that he was cooking dinner for the three of us, and to get downstairs when we were ready. He served us red wine in a small patio in the garden and acted like he and I had no other connection than the one Jake knew about. We chatted amicably about college, law school and how his career had looked while he served us a delicious Parmesan risotto as a starter, about Jake and my plans for the future while I tasted the most amazing lamb racks I have ever had, and about his and Jake´s shared interest in philosophy during dessert, which seemed to be the only thing they could speak freely about without any tense feelings.

I sat watching them while I ate my passion-fruit parfait, waiting for the moment when John would put his hand on my knee under the table, or when someone would slip up, revealing our terrible secret.

But nothing of the sort happened. He seemed like a perfectly pleasant father-in-law, calm and polite, pleasant, and funny. My anxiety and guilt were starting to fade, slowly. Maybe he had realized that what we did was wrong as well and had decided to let it all go before it got out of hand. Good, I thought, then I won´t have to worry about it. But why did I feel… disappointed?

It was a Friday night and none of us had any plans for the following morning, so we sat outside in the dying light, and John lit lanterns as the sun finally sunk beneath the horizon. I was tired from the sleepless night before, and probably from all the conflicting emotions running through my head, so towards the early hours in the morning I was just sitting curled up in a comfortable chair watching the two of them talk. They seemed more comfortable with each other now. It was as if the stars above us had loosened something within them, letting them lower their guard, and for a few hours I almost forgot about what had happened, feeling content in watching a father and son build up their frail relationship.

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I don´t know when I fell asleep, but I woke up in the morning, laying in my underwear next to Jake. He must´ve carried me to bed because I had no recollection of going here myself. I felt tired and a bit hungover as I rolled over to the side, checking my phone. 06.46, the figures told me. I groaned. I always woke up early when I had been drinking, and I knew it was going to leave me exhausted in the afternoon.

Stretching lazily, I got up to go use the bathroom. Jake was snoring loudly laying on his back as I put on his button-down shirt which lay discarded on the floor. I snuck out of the room, pausing quietly in the hallway. I looked towards my left, where John´s room was. I had to fight an incredible urge not to sneak down the hall. I told myself I was just going to listen to see if he was up but lying to yourself is always useless. Shaking my head at my own stupidity, I headed to the right instead, towards the guest bathroom.

I sat on the toilet for a while after I finished peeing, thinking about my situation. I knew what I had to do; let the unseemly thoughts of John die, forget about them, pretend they never happened. But it was difficult, much too difficult, and I found my hand slowly drifting up my inner thigh as I thought about that first night. About how big his cock had looked even in his large hand, and how enormous it would look in my own, tiny one.

My hand found my wet folds, slowly parting them to let my clitoris feel their soft touch. A warm, buzzing cloud of arousal spread from my crotch through my body and I closed my eyes as I started to pleasure myself to the thought of stroking my father-in-law´s cock. Just as I started to reach my climax, I stopped in a panic at the sound of quiet, determined footsteps. Jake? No, he always slept in, especially after drinking. John. The thought of him walking towards the bathroom set me on edge even further, and I anxiously waited, hand between my thighs, as the footsteps approached. And then passed by.

I let a slow breath go. I was sweating, I realized, from both arousal and nervosity. I quietly wiped and slid my panties up, standing up in the bathroom. Looking myself in the mirror, I saw how flushed my cheeks were. I splashed some cold water on them as I washed my hands, and then brushed my teeth as I tried to fight the urge to continue masturbating. I was just going to hold it in, I thought, just going to push away these feelings.

That´s when the door swung open. I hadn´t heard John´s soft footsteps over the sounds of brushing my teeth, and he seemed genuinely surprised to see me standing there as our eyes met. He was already dressed in his proper way, a clean, expensive shirt and a pair of blue suit pants. We were both shocked into silence for a moment, but he recovered first.

“I´m sorry, my study doesn´t have its own bathroom so I usually use this. I didn´t mean to intrude.” He looked down with a slightly guilty face and started to close the door but stopped when I answered.

“Wait,” I said, but didn´t really know what I wanted to say. Well, I knew I wanted to tell him to take off his dress pants and bend me over the sink, but I had promised myself not to think about those things. After a silence that seemed to stretch on forever, I continued: “I was just finishing up, you can have the bathroom.” My voice was thick with toothpaste, so I spit it out and repeated myself. He held the door open for me, and as I passed him in the narrow doorway my breasts brushed against his stomach. I looked up at him, his grey eyes a foot above mine.

“We can´t do this,” he said, guilt and desire mingling in his eyes. “Do what?” I said, looking him straight in the eye while I inched even closer, pushing slightly against him. I was still wet, and I could feel my erect nipples pushing into his surprisingly hard stomach.

“It´s wrong, we shouldn´t…” He stopped talking as my hand started sliding up his thigh. I wasn´t fully aware of what I was doing; desire had overtaken my senses. He was giving me a way out of this, even telling me not to do it, but I was simply a mind trapped in someone else´s body by now, a body that was slowly bending it´s knees in front of him.

He looked down on me as I knelt before him, his slacks stiffening at the front as my hand approached his crotch. “Laura, I-“ his words were interrupted by a quiet groan as my fingers found his rapidly stiffening cock through his pants, squeezing it tightly through the smooth, silky fabric. It was even bigger than it had looked the night before, I realized and felt something stir deep inside my stomach. His long fingers found my hair, stroking it gently as I kissed his cock through his pants. With my free hand I slowly unzipped him, then I reached in and pulled down his underwear. The smell of his cock, a clean manly smell, hit me instantly. As I reached in and pulled it out, it stroked my cheek softly.

He was uncut, at least eight inches long and almost as thick as my wrist. My whole body shuddered as I felt arousal push away all the guilt I had been feeling and reached out with my tongue, playing with the tip of his head visible beneath his foreskin. I kissed it and looked up at him, feeling a tiny string of saliva and pre-cum stretching between my lower lip and his cock. He wasn´t looking at me, anymore, his eyes closed in ecstasy.

I took his base in one hand as I pushed his foreskin back with my full lips, letting his thick, warm head enter my wet mouth. He groaned again, louder this time, and I slowly let my tongue play on the underside of his cock. He gripped my hair now, gently but firmly, and I took that as a sign to start. With slow, steady motions of my head, I let his thick cock enter my mouth further and further, gagging a bit at its girth. I got it about halfway in before my jaws stopped me, and held it there for a second before backing towards the head, sucking deeply at it while I looked up at his face.

With my tongue playing I started to blow him faster, working the head with my mouth as I went, my hand slowly stroking his cock. He started rocking his hips in rhythm with my motion, and I allowed him to start to gently fuck my mouth while I took his heavy balls out of the pants, caressing them as his cock started twitching in my mouth. I never wanted it to end. The taste of his clean cock, now mixed with the saltiness of pre-cum, sent my mind to a heavenly place. The girth of it, the length, having to stay quiet even though all I wanted to do was to howl out my desire, it all came crashing over me as he suddenly slowed down, pushing slower but more firmly, holding my hair gently.

“I´m about to cum,” he said in a thick voice, and a surge of arousal went off in between my thighs as I nodded a bit, letting him know that I would welcome it in my mouth. And then, as he was pushing inside for a final, slow thrust, I felt him throb inside my mouth. Once, twice, and on the third throb his thick cock tensed fully, making my jaw ache and my clitoris burn with desire as he suddenly made my mouth overflow with warm, wet cum, so much that it started to drip down my chin before he was even finished. I swallowed, then swallowed again, looking up at him as he met my eyes.

Looking straight into his piercing gaze, I slowly wiped my chin and lips with a finger, then put it in my mouth and sucked it clean. I stood up. He was leaning on the door frame, breathing heavily, and I patted him on the stomach. He opened his mouth to say something, but I put my wet finger to his lips to shut him up.

“You should go, I need to brush my teeth again.”

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