He quickly pulled his throbbing shaft from her sucking mouth and turned her around in the seat, letting her feet rest on the ground while he guided his hardness into the slushy membranes of her burning labia. He wedged his pisshole into the entrance of her seething vagina and not a moment too soon. His cock was already stiffening with cum as he thrust into her tight depths.
'Ooooooo… My God! That hurts! Jesus Christ… it's killing me!' she gasped as his thick cock ripped into her sore snatch. 'Please… oh, my God! Dont fuck me any more! Dont hurt me… please!'
His cock had stiffened to the utmost; it was too § late to stop. He shoved into her uterus, then began slamming back and forth into her tight pussy.
'I'm sorry, baby! I don't want to hurt you but I can't stop!' he groaned, rucking at her like some maniac raping a protesting victim. 'That little pussy is just too goddamned good. Hell, I could stop breathing easier than I could stop fucking you.'
After his cock started sliding back and forth inside her the stinging in her pussy subsided. The deadening throb of hurt turned into a thing of sensual delight. The slight spasm turned into a very forceful orgasm. Her tight pussy started sucking and milking at his thick hardness with desire, then released pussy cum flowed into the channel of her grinding snatch. She thrust upward at his pounding cock as her legs wrapped around his asscheeks, then she pulled him deeper into her wanting belly.
'Ooohhh…darling… dont stop now… pleaseeeeee!' she whined as his hot sperm splashed against her womb in drastic spurts. 'It feels good… too good! Fuucckkk meeeeee! Ffuuuuckk mee… forever… pleaseeeee!'
Their cum mingled, then flowed onto the seat of their daddy's car as his limp cock slurped from her pussy. They smiled at each other as they slipped on their clothes. The only regret they felt is the time they'd lost with each other; they could've been doing this all along. They looked at their watch, then smiled when they realized they'd be home a few minutes before nine.
CHAPTER NINE
Everyone got a good night's sleep after Judy and Mike got home. Not only were they tired but they also had a full schedule ahead of them tomorrow. Tom would be leaving for work on the morning shift and the children would be back in school for their Monday morning classes. Barbara would be giving the house a thorough cleaning while Jonathan unpacked his luggage. The sleep and rest they got seemed to be exactly what they needed.
They arose on Monday morning with renewed energy, ready to tackle the events of the day. Barbara got their breakfast ready, then before she realized it her husband and children had eaten and gone. She and Jonathan sat there looking at each other across the table for awhile as they sipped on their coffee, then he smiled at her.
'You know, I told Tom he was making a mistake by marrying Jo Ann, then I reminded him of his mistake several times after they were married,' he said, turning the coffee cup to his lips. 'You're the one he should've married all along. You have everything: looks, body, brains, charm, the whole damned works.'
'Thank you, Jonathan,' she smiled at him. 'I made the same mistake with my first husband, and it wasn't until the divorce hearings Tom and I met each other.'
'Yes, I know, and I thank God for those hearings,' he smiled back at her as her robe sagged a little, letting him get a glimpse of her naked breasts, then his eyes bulged a little. 'If it weren't for those hearings I wouldn't have the most wonderful daughter-in-law in the whole world.'
'You're only saying that because it's true,' she teased at him, knowing he'd enjoyed the accidental opening of her robe. 'No… really! I've tried to be a good wife to Tom. We've had our differences at times and he's left me in a few bad predicaments, but everything has worked out to our satisfaction.'
'I hope so,' he groaned, examining the upper half of her creamy breasts, then he wished he could see more of his lovely daughter-in-law. 'I'd never forgive Tom if he mistreated you.'
'You're very thoughtful, Jonathan,' she cooed sweetly at him, letting her robe fall open to expose her pert nipples to him. 'Ill have to remember that.'
'Remember it good, little one,' he smiled at her, then his eyes fell back to her rounded breasts. 'If Tom fails you in any way I want to know about it. Ill try to make up for his shortcomings.' Her cunt tingled delightfully as she felt his eyes on her titties, then she reached beneath the table and loosened her sash tie, letting the robe fall completely open.
'Ill remember that,' she smiled, then got up from
Jonathan's cock stiffened a little as he caught that slight glimpse of her glistening red cunt hair, then he swallowed the lump in his throat. My God, his daughter-in-law was naked except for the robe, and her body was thrilling the hell out of him! Something inside screamed out to forget what he saw. Barbara was strictly a one man woman and she belonged to his son. He trembled, his face turning red with embarrassment. He shouldn't think of Barbara in this respect. However, he surely wished he could get a better view of that beautiful red-haired pussy.
'And I need to unpack my luggage, but I think 111 do that after I finish my coffee,' he finally answered, then managed to smile at her. 'Say, would you like a little *help with the dishes? I'm the best drier you'll find anywhere.'
Barbara had intended on just throwing the dishes into the dishwasher, but Jonathan's suggestion prompted a plan to start working in her mind. She'd enjoyed him looking at her body in a wanton way; maybe if she played it right she could let him see more of her. His eyes had made her cunny tingle in a mysterious way. She'd surely like to feel his eyes on her again. It was a pleasant feeling to have a man look at her like that, even if it was Tom's father. She suddenly wanted to show him all her body. And if she could handle it in an innocent way there'd be nothing to regret if he didn't take the hint.
'I'll make a bet you're the best at anything,' she smiled at him, 'and whether you know it or not I'm going to take you up on that offer-you can dry the dishes.'
He swallowed the last of his coffee, then joined Barbara at the sink.
'Where do you keep the dish towels?' he smiled as she handed him the first washed plate.
'Oh, I'm sorry!' she apologized as she stooped to get a dish towel from the bottom drawer of the cabinet, then her robe opened at the top.
She started to pull it together but changed her mind; maybe this little incident is what she needed to find out if Jonathan wanted to see more of her. However, she'd surely have to handle this innocently. She'd have to do this as if she were handling nitroglycerin, otherwise the whole damned thing could blow up in her face. It would be very embarrassing to give her father-in-law the impression she were some kind of slut.
'It'd be a little embarrassing to watch you dry the dishes with the palm of your hand,' she smiled as she got up and handed him the towel, then turned to the sink in such a way he'd notice the naked curvature of her left breast.
'Humph!' he grunted, swallowing another lump on his throat, wishing her robe would fall open a little more so he could view that delightful little nipple of hers. 'Nothing should embarrass you in my presence. Hell, you're my favorite daughter-in-law.'
'Why, Jonathan!' she teased at him, then turned toward him and smiled as her eyebrow raised inquisitively. 'If I didn't know better I'd swear you're trying to build my confidence by complimenting me with a well maneuvered pass.'
'Call it what you want!' he joked at her, then blushed as his eyes fell to the beautiful little knob of her exposed nipple. 'But I'd do a hellofa lot more maneuvering if I weren't an old man and you weren't my son's wife. Oh… ah… I intended that as another compliment, my darling. I hope you don't take it the wrong way. I meant nothing at all by it.'
This was surely the time to let him see a little more of her. Not only was he simulating a few advances in a teasing way but he was also putting himself on the defensive about them. It'd be much easier to accomplish her devilish desires if she could cause him to have mixed emotions about his choice of words. She desperately needed to make him feel sorry for her.
There was a very sad and disappointed look on her face as her lips pouted a little, then false tears welled in
