~Subject: DONNA MY DAUGHTER IN LAW PART 2
~From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
~Date: 7 Mar 1996 00:08:08 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
DONNA, MY DAUGHTER-IN-LAW
CHAPTER 2
Bob and Donna came over for dinner two weeks ago on Sunday. It
was
hard to look at Donna after what had happened two weeks before.
Every time I looked across the table at her perfect make-up and
innocent smile, I saw her face smeared with my come and her gaping,
drooling pussy.
After dinner, Bob and I went to the den for a drink in front
of the fireplace. He talked about his job and having to travel so
much. I tried to be conversant but was having trouble. Jean and
Donna joined us. That didn't make it any easier.
I went to the bathroom and then to the kitchen to freshen my
drink. Donna was already there mixing fresh ones for her and Bob.
"You've been awfully quiet, Mel," she said without looking up.
"It's a little hard to return to our original relationship
after two weeks ago," I replied.
"I don't want to go back to that relationship, Daddy Mel." She
turned to face me. Her hand came up to my crotch and squeezed the
half hard shaft of my cock.
I stepped back and stared at her.
"Are you crazy?!" I hissed.
"No. Just horny for your cock, Daddy." She had slipped back
into the throaty , sultry tone that she had used that night.
She reached down and lifted her skirt. she was wearing
stockings, garter belt and crotchless panties. She scooped her
fingers through the gooey slit of her pussy and lifted the
glistening fingers to my face. "Smell how hot you make me!"
The pungent odor of hot pussy invaded my nostrils and sent
waves of passion straight to my crotch. My dick hardened and
throbbed. She pulled her fingers back to her mouth and slowly
licked her juices from them. "It would taste much better if your
cum was mixed with it," she teased.
I rushed out of the kitchen and sat down quickly in the den.
She followed and handed Bob a drink after kissing him on the lips.
She, Bob and Jean were sitting on one side of the den and I sat on
the other facing them. Donna sat down and opened her legs slowly,
maneuvering into a position that gave me a clear view up her dress
and into her crotchless panties. She smiled innocently as she
teased me with the show. She talked sweetly and demurely with
Jean about all the things that they had always talked about as she
showed me her shiny, naked cunt. I was having difficulty keeping my
eyes off her. She shifted and moved frequently, exposing herself to
me from a new direction.
Bob rose to go to the bathroom and she eased her knees
together. When he came back he didn't see what I had been staring
at for twenty minutes. The evening was finally over and we walked
them to the car. Jean and Bob lead the way with Donna and I
following. As we neared the car, she turned on the pretense of
asking me a question. She grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand into
her crotch, pushing the cloth of her dress between her thighs. I
jerked my hand back but Bob and his mother were facing the other
way and lost in conversation. I looked down at Donna. She smiled a
very sexy smile and licked her lips.
For several days, every time the phone rang I jumped. I was
afraid the Donna would have something else that needed repairing.
But my worries seemed unfounded. Jean and I were sitting in the den
one evening a week or so later watching TV. The phone rang. Being
closer, I absently picked it up.
"Hello," I said.
"Well, hello!" Donna's voice replied. "Bet you don't know what
I'm doing."
"No, what?"
"Fingering my juicy pussy and thinking about you big delicious
cock shooting all that hot, thick come on my face!" she responded.
I almost gasped.
"Uh. Oh, I see," I stumbled.
"Mama Jean is in the room, isn't she," she stated.
"Yes, that's why your voice is cracking.
"I'll bet she likes to suck on that big purple knob until
pumps
her mouth all full of you yummy come."
"Uh, well I wouldn't say that necessarily," I replied.
"Mama Jean doesn't suck Daddy's dick!?"
"No, not lately." My cock was swelling and I could feel the
heat rising from my crotch.
"Does she let you suck her stinky pussy?" Her voice was
getting throatier and I could hear something in the background
softly squeaking with movement.
"Sometimes."
"That's nice. At least you'll know how when you slurp up my
cunt juices," she purred. "Oooooo! And my pussy is real juicy right
now!" "Who is that, Mel?" Jean turned and asked.
I covered the mouthpiece and said, "One of the guys from the
office. He's asking some questions about one of the accounts. I'm
primarily listening to his ideas."
"Can't he wait until you are back in the office?" She turned
back to the TV, not expecting an answer.
"Shame on you, Daddy, lying to Mama Jean like that. I'll bet
if she looked at you pants she would see the bulge that a 'guy from
the office' wouldn't put there," Donna chided with a soft chuckle.
"You're probably right," I said. I was enjoying the
conversation in a perverse sort of way.
"I know I'm right!" she giggled. Her voice went back to soft
and sexy. "If I was there, I'd take that dark purple knob in my
mouth and warm it and wet it and lick all the flavor off it."
I inhaled sharply with the thought. Jean jerked her head
around to look at me and I faked a cough. She looked back to the
screen. "Ooooh, Daddy, my pussy feels sooooo good!" she moaned.
"You don't mind me calling you 'Daddy' do you?"
"No. Not at all."
"You like it don't you."
"Uh, yes I do."
"I like to pretend that you are my loving Daddy. I've
jacked off thinking about sucking my 'Daddy's' cock and feeling
your big throbbing cock filling my pussy full. Oooooooo, Daddy!"
"Yes, I can understand that. It's sounds good to me." I felt
that voice had to be hoarse with passion as I listened to her.
"Oh! Oh! Uuuuuuuuh! Daddy! Daddy! You make meeeee
Cuuuummmmmmm!" Her voice was so loud I was afraid Jean would hear.
She didn't. I sat and listened as Donna panted and wheezed
through her climax and regained her voice.
"Mmmmmmm! That delicious!" she gasped. Then I heard slurping
and smacking noises. "And this is delicious, too. I've got the best
tasting pussy juice in the world!"
Click! The phone went dead but my cock did not. After almost
dragging her to bed, I fucked Jean like a mad man. She purred
afterward that was the best she had had in years. Every stroke,
I thought of Donna's hot cunt and her heavy tits.