mightymeatycock:I’d tried to develop some kind of relationship with my father-in-law. Erich and I
mightymeatycock: I’d tried to develop some kind of relationship with my father-in-law. Erich and I had been married for almost a year now, but his father remained a cool customer to me, often walking away from me in mid-sentence. I chalked it up to cultural differences. Josef was now 60, and had memories of growing up in the old country. His Czech heritage was still a big part of his life. We stayed with Josef for a week - against my better judgment - when he retired from his chair of political science at the university. On our last day, Erich left early to gather the last of Josef’s items at his office, and manage the move of his furniture into a storage unit. I took my laptop to the sunporch, hoping to avoid another awkward interaction with Josef. He came to the doorway, leaning against it with an unusually sunny, inquisitive look in his eyes. After what seemed like ten minutes, he cleared his throat. “With Erich, you are the woman, no?” “I’m sorry, Josef. What are you talking about?” “When you have sex,” he answered. I was embarrassed, and blushed deep red. I was getting angry at his question. “I know you are the woman,” he said, simply. “I heard you in this house.” Damn! Erich and I thought we had been so quiet. But after a few days without sex, I needed to have Erich inside me, and he’d taken me hard in the middle of the night. “You didn’t close the door,” he continued. “I saw Erich on top of you.” I was still flushed red, embarrassed as hell, but I also started to feel a tingle of excitement, knowing my father-in-law saw his son mounting me, fucking me. “Erich is a large man, no?” “He is, indeed.” “Do you like how big he is there?” “I like it very much,” I said. “It makes me feel very good.” “Very good,” Josef said with a smile. “My son, he gets that from me.” Josef reached for his zipper, and I opened my mouth to object. But my heart was racing with anticipation. I gasped, loudly, when Josef pulled out his cock. “As you can see, I am much larger than Erich.” That was an understatement. Josef was hung like a horse. He was maybe at quarter hardness, and was well over 8 inches, maybe closer to 10. Erich was big, but his father had at least an inch over his son, probably more. “You should feel this, sweetheart. Feel a very large cock in you. This would make you cry and scream in the middle of the night.” Josef stepped closer to me, and it sent me over the edge. Just having his cock inches from my face tripped my dick, and I started to cum, filling the inside of my briefs with my own sticky goo. Josef laughed. “Ah, you are definitely the woman, definitely,” he said. “I’ve made so many young girls in my classes do the same when they saw my penis.” He rubbed the head of his cock against my lips. The taste and smell of Josef was amazing. I heard a click and footsteps, but Josef didn’t stop. “Hello, otec,” Erich greeted his father. “I see you’ve spoken with my husband,” “I have, Erich. I just made him cum in his pants.” Erich leaned over and kissed me. “Come to bed, baby,” he said. “But it will be different than the other night.” “How?” I asked. “We’ll be fulfilling a fantasy, love,” Erich said. “This time, I’ll be watching.” Josef cracked a big grin. “And I’ll be making you moan, son,” he said. -- source link