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Living With the In-Laws - 2
by Tom (newwritertom@gmail.com)

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A young man discovers that living with his wife's 
family isn't so bad after all. Part 1 may be found in 
Directory 75. (MF/m-teen, ped, inc, oral, anal, voy)

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PART 2

I wasn't sure why my father-in-law told his son to do 
whatever I wanted. The kid was twelve, constantly 
horny and seemed ready for anything. For instance, my 
wife, Debbie let me fuck her ass sometimes because she 
knew I liked it. We both got off on my dominating her, 
but she wasn't that into butt fucking and I knew it. 
We had almost stopped doing it altogether by the time 
I fucked her little brother, whose attitude was 
completely different.

Man, that little horn dog loved it. He was always 
ready and the way he groaned and fucked back onto my 
cock made me wonder if I might like to try it. I'd 
never considered it, but he made it look good. The way 
he begged for it, it had to feel good.

One morning, as I was getting dressed after my shower, 
I thought why am I limiting myself to the bathroom? 
Taking my clothes back off, I wrapped a towel around 
my waist and went for breakfast. It was scary and 
exciting to think about being in other parts of the 
house nearly naked. No one else really does it and I 
didn't know the reaction I'd get. I knew the guys 
wouldn't care, actually I thought they would love it. 
However, I had no idea how my mother-in-law would 
respond.

The first day I walked into the kitchen, she was 
alone. Seeing me stopped her in her tracks. She was 
clearly surprised, but she recovered quickly and we 
both carried on as normal. We played a game of cat and 
mouse for over a week. I would move in ways to give 
her glimpses of my cock. Opening and closing my legs 
or readjusting my towel. At first she was flustered. I 
was anxious too, but I loved the sexual tension. The 
sideways glances, the pretense of normalcy, when we 
both knew this was not business as usual. 

Slowly, she began to be careless with her robe. It 
would pull away from her breasts and she pretended to 
be unaware, giving me flashes of her tits. A few 
times, I saw the edge of her areola. My cock responded 
each time by surging upward, obscenely tenting my 
towel. I would lean back or twist in my chair to show 
it off. Twisting was best, because it would tug at my 
towel, allowing my balls or a bit of shaft to be seen.

It was fun, but frustrating. I wanted to go further, 
but was afraid of getting thrown out of the house. 
Clearly, she liked what we were doing, but a bold move 
on my part could ruin everything. Then it hit me, my 
father-in-law had given me some help. That night I 
told my soon to be thirteen year old brother-in-law 
that he was to come to breakfast wearing just a towel 
too. 

"What!? I can't do that! My Mom would…" 

"Listen, I'm not asking! I'm telling you! Wear only a 
towel and follow any other instructions I give you. 
Understand?"

His lips were tight and his eyes were getting teary. 
He wasn't crying, but looked like he might start any 
second. He was really nervous and scrambling for a way 
out. Mustering his courage, he held his shoulders back 
and threatened to tell his father. 

"I've already told him." I lied. "He likes the idea. 
In fact, he told me to tell him if you give me any 
shit about it. He wants me kept happy, remember? If I 
have to tell him you're a selfish little fuck up, what 
do you think he'll do? You want to keep playing with 
us, don't you?"

He nodded his head, as he looked at the floor. I liked 
the kid and felt sorry for him, but I wanted this. 
Taking hold of his chin, I tilted his head up and 
kissed him. "We've had fun, haven't we? This will be 
too, I promise. Trust me!"

The next morning, I could hardly wait for the fun to 
begin. I sat with my coffee and a raging hard on under 
my towel. My lust must have had an effect on my 
mother-in-law too, because she let her robe fall open 
much more than ever before. It came together just 
above her waist and was thin enough to cling to her 
hard nipples. 

I was thinking of throwing caution to the wind, when 
the kid suddenly appeared in the door frame. I pulled 
out the chair next to me and said, "Good-morning."

He was blushing and without looking up, mumbled, 
"Morning." His mother looked stunned, but there was 
something else in her expression too. I saw her 
looking us both over, observing us. She started to 
adjust her robe, but changed her mind. My heart raced! 
She decided to leave her tits mostly revealed! 

This was more than I'd hoped for and it encouraged me 
to be bold. The kid had noticed my hard cock by now 
and his mother saw him looking at it. As she watched 
him eye my cock, I leaned back and slowly stretched. 
Preening and showing off for my admirers. I lifted my 
ass slightly and sort of humped the air a few times to 
draw even more attention to my cock.

She squeezed her legs together and licked her lips, 
absentmindedly.

To bring her out of her trance, I asked for more 
coffee and when she bent over to refill my cup, her 
robe hung open. For just a second, I had a clear view 
of her tits. Her nipples weren't extremely large, but 
they were erect and a wonderful pinkish/brown color. 
Her son saw them too and squirmed in his seat. As she 
returned the pot to the counter, I quickly adjusted my 
towel to expose most of my hard cock. 

The kid was coming out of his skin and watched his 
mother for her reaction. Noticing my display and her 
son's tented towel, she smiled, before continuing with 
the scrambled eggs. Facing us, she beat the eggs with 
a whisk causing her tits to bounce and sway. I thought 
for sure they would tumble out of her robe any minute, 
but they didn't. Her son was as mesmerized as me.

When she poured the mixture into the skillet, I pulled 
the kid close and whispered, "I told you it would be 
fun. Open your towel."

He obviously wasn't sure and just sat there unable to 
move. When his mother wasn't looking, I grabbed his 
towel and yanked it off. He clutched at his dick, 
which was bone hard now, in an effort to hide. I took 
hold of his arm and shook my head at him. Reluctantly, 
he put his hands on the table and shivered, as he 
leaned forward, still trying to conceal himself the 
best he could.

Turning to bring our eggs, she froze when she saw her 
nude son. She stared at his hard cock, before looking 
at me. I smiled and we both looked back at her 
blushing boy. He was humiliated and fixated on his 
hands. It made my cock throb to see him so submissive. 
I ran my fingers lightly down his spine and he 
shuddered under my touch. A little drunk with power, I 
told him to get me a glass of juice. I wanted to 
parade him around a bit and remind him who was in 
charge. 

I also wondered if she would interfere. I was elated 
when she sat down the plates and matter-of-factly told 
her son, "The juice is in the refrigerator." 

As he stood up, he gathered the towel around his 
waist. I caught one corner and held tight. He 
hesitated and looked back at me when he felt the tug, 
but I was looking at his mother. Daring her to stop 
me, I held my grip as he walked out of his towel and I 
dropped it on the floor beside my chair. 

We both watched his tight little ass when he bent over 
to get the juice. As shaky as he was, a little juice 
splashed out on the floor. "Wipe that up." I said and 
his mother quickly held out a kitchen towel. I 
couldn't have been more pleased.

He was modestly going to squat with his knees 
together, but I said, "Not like that. You'll hurt your 
back. Kneel on the floor. That's right, now spread 
your knees real far apart and lean forward."

His mother and I watched his little asshole peek out 
at us. She turned to look at me and saw I had taken 
off my towel and was lightly stroking my hard cock. 
She turned her attention back to her son, when I said, 
"I think some went under the refrigerator. Put your 
head on the floor, so you can look under it. Spread 
your knees a little more. That's good, now lift your 
ass higher. Perfect."

Now his ass was obscenely exhibited to our gaze. I 
steadily stroked my cock, while she tried to keep one 
eye on me and the other on her son's perverse 
humiliation. Finally, I told him to bring my juice and 
he stood up. His face was bright red, but his cock was 
rock hard. His dick wasn't fully grown yet, but it had 
a good start and he was getting a little patch of 
hair. Unless he was going to be extremely lucky, I'd 
say he was a good two thirds of the way done and I 
know from experience he isn't shooting blanks now.

"DAD!" he cried and we all turned to see his father 
standing naked watching us. When no one moved, he 
said, "Didn't I hear my son-in-law say he wanted 
juice?"

"Yes Sir," his son said.

"Then why doesn't he have it? I think you owe him an 
apology for having to wait, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir!" and he quickly brought my drink. Setting 
it down, he mumbled, "I'm sorry."

My father-in-law had pulled out a chair and sat next 
to us. He motioned for his wife to sit on his lap and 
she did. "That's not much of an apology. I bet you can 
make it up to him better than that. Show him how sorry 
you are."

His wife started to protest, pleading with him she 
said, "I don't think this is a good idea, Honey. I 
think we've all gotten a little over wrought and 
now…."

He put his finger to her mouth and said, "I've wanted 
this for a long time and you know it. I've let you 
stop me for years, but not anymore. I saw you watch 
your son being dominated, you nasty bitch. You fucking 
liked it! You can go to Mass on Sunday and confess to 
the Priest, if you want. Maybe I'll go with you, but 
today we're having fun!"

Focusing again on his son, he said, "Go ahead, you 
little fucker! Apologize to the nice man."

The kid knelt between my knees and started licking and 
sucking my cock. I heard his mother gasp and her hand 
covered her mouth, but she never quit watching. After 
a few minutes, I rolled back and lifted my feet onto 
the kitchen table. The kid had eaten my ass a lot the 
past couple of weeks, so he dove right in. It felt 
really perverse to have a kid eat my ass, with his 
parent's watching, not two feet away.

It turned wicked when I heard my father-in-law start 
his dialog. He was talking to his wife, "You didn't 
know you raised a pervert, did you? Or is that why you 
took him to Church all the fucking time? The scandals 
were all over the papers, but you took the kid 
two/three times a week anyway, handing him over to the 
child molesters. You were hoping the Priests were 
fucking him, weren't you? I couldn't have him, but I 
bet it made your pussy wet to offer him up to the 
Priests. Maybe Father Martin taught him to do this 
shit? I bet he's got a big cock. Make him confess to 
Father Martin this Sunday. Look at the fucking brat 
eating ass, he loves it. He loves a grown man's 
asshole, bet your Priest taught him that."
 
He had opened his wife's robe and was fucking her with 
his fingers. She was moaning and spreading her legs 
obscenely to give him room. Thrusting her pussy toward 
his hand, trying to get his fingers in deeper. 

Bringing my feet off the table, I turned the kid 
towards his parent's. His mother was like a cat in 
heat. Begging for more and grinding her pussy on her 
husband's fingers. I told the boy to lick his mother's 
twat. "I'll show you how, but I want you to do it." He 
looked more than ready to try. I peeled back her hood 
and showed him her clit. "Lick this and she'll go 
wild, trust me. Also, shove your tongue in where your 
father's fingers are. Now try it." and I pushed him 
toward his parent's.

His mother had her eyes closed, but his father was 
watching and listening. He pulled his fingers from her 
pussy and pushed them into his son's mouth. She 
protested and whined about him stopping, until he 
shoved his son's face into her cunt. 

The kid crammed his tongue into her vagina. It looked 
like he was trying to return to the womb, while I 
licked and sucked her button. When she had her first 
cum, I thought the kid would back off but he didn't. 
Maybe his father was holding his head, I don't know, 
but I didn't stop either and we worked her through a 
second one. 

We laid her on the table. She looked like she was 
dazed. When we pulled her knees apart, her swollen 
pussy lips gaped open and I worked my cock between 
them. I drove my cock home, while her husband fingered 
her clit and motioned for his son to come closer. The 
boy stood by her head and his father guided the kid's 
dick to her lips, rubbing the head over and between 
them. I started to fuck her and she was coming to life 
again, pushing back to meet my thrusts and opening her 
mouth to accept her son's cock. When her husband 
leaned over to suck and nibble at her tits, we felt 
her shudder through another orgasm.

Then I drew her attention to her son and husband. The 
kid was sucking his father…well, really the father was 
fucking the kid's mouth. He liked to roughly plow into 
his son and the kid liked to play along. He would 
struggle and at times beg his Dad to stop. It made his 
father horny and the kid loved that. Of course, I've 
been playing with them and knew the routine, but she 
didn't. I'm sure to her it looked like a rape. 

When he spun the kid around to line up his cock with 
the boy's asshole, I decided to feed that image and 
whispered to her, "He's going rape your son. Look at 
his cock. It's too big for the little guy, but he's 
going to cram it in anyway. He's going to hurt your 
little boy."

He pushed in and the kid screamed, "Please Daddy, take 
it out! Don't do this please. I'll be good. I promise. 
I said I was sorry!" 

He pushed in a couple of inches and the kid pleaded 
again, "Oh No! Please no more! Momma, help me! Make 
him stop! Pleeease Mom!"

I was impressed, the kid was a natural. Of course, I'd 
fucked him enough to know the kid never gets enough. 
But now all eyes were on his mother. Would she try to 
help him? Her head snapped up from the table and she 
stared at them. Pushing her cunt back onto my cock, 
fucking herself now, she looked at her husband. 

"Fuck him Honey! Don't be gentle. I want to hear him 
scream and beg, while you fuck him!"

I pulled out of her pussy and rammed my cock into her 
ass. I felt angry and tried to hurt her, like she 
thought her son was being hurt. I really like that kid 
a lot. What a fucking bitch! 

Naturally, my cock was well lubed from her juices, so 
I slid right in. I fucked her as hard as I could, 
pulling all the way out and slamming back into her. 
She begged me to stop and cried that it hurt, which 
made me all the more determined. Both she and her son 
screamed like banshees until we shot our loads into 
them.

Afterward, as I ran for class, it dawned on me that 
this woman has been having sex with my father-in-law 
forever. She knows his fantasies better than anyone. 
They must have role played for years. So I'm sure, she 
knows an act when she sees one, even if I didn't. She 
sure fooled me, but now I know she's a damn good 
actress and that could come in handy.

To be continued?

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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