Message-ID: <16046eli$9810042022@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: donald bonnell Subject: Former Story Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <36156B77.5809@nbnet.nb.ca> Attached to this e-mail you will find, I hope, a copy of a story published in this newsgroup on June 15th 1995. It is obviously the first chapter of a much longer story. I would dearly like to find the rest.I have never found even this much in any archive that I have stumbled accross. Your comments would be appreciated.If I have made a mistake and this file does not reach you in readable form please let me know and I will try again. This is the first time that I have ever tried to send a message with an attachment. ~Subject: Father In Law [mf] ~From: an84561@anon.penet.fi (Frostflower) When Mike finds out his son is neglecting his beautiful wife, he decides to take care of her himself. =============================================================== Connie gasped and struggled briefly in the big man's grasp before recognizing Tom's father. "Mike! What on earth are you doing here?" she laughed, giving him a hug back. Mike laughed too and hugged her tighter. "Do I need a reason to visit my favourite daughter-in-law, and my favourite grandchildren?" he demanded, mock angrily. "She shook her head and pulled away from his arms, a little uneasy at the feelings that had risen within her at the handsome man's closeness. She stepped back and smoothed down her dress, while Mike grinned down at her. It was hard to believe this man was fifty seven years old. He smiled down at her from his lofty six-three, shoulders straight and wide, like the former marine and football player he was. Her eyes rose from his broad chest to the grinning mouth set in his square jawed handsome face, and she couldn't help smile again, somewhat shyly this time. "Well? You gonna invite me in honey?" "Oh of course, come in, come in!" She stepped back and motioned him through the door. He moved across the threshold and into the Bradson's large living room, gazing around in approval. "Nice place." he commented. "Thank you. We like it. Can I get you a drink?" "Beer would be nice right now." he smiled. "Coming right up." She turned and walked across the room toward the kitchen. Mike sighed slightly as his eyes followed the movement of her rounded buttocks beneath the thin material of the dress. He remembered the time twenty years ago when Connie was just seventeen and he had come home early to catch her and Tom going at it in the living room. They had been so busy with each other they hadn't even noticed him as he'd pulled back out of sight around the stairs and admired his son's action with the gorgeous little brunette. Connie had been on her hands and knees on the floor. Tom, nineteen at the time, was kneeling behind her, his large red cock sliding in and out of his girlfriend's pussy with fast pumping motions. "Here you are." He smiled at the woman's obviously pleased face, then flashed abruptly back to that night, and the sight of her face then, convulsed in pleasure, her eyes dulled, her mouth hanging open... He took a long swallow from the bottle. "It's been years since we've seen you Mike." "Well, I've been some distance M'dear." he grinned. "In California, Tom said." He nodded. "Nice break from all the winters out here honey." "Yeah, I wish we lived out there. "You ought to get on that husband of yours then." "Oh God. Don't think I have'nt tried." Connie became suddenly downcast. "Wouldn't matter anyway." she sighed, turning to sit herself on the couch. "I'd just be an old hag out there with all those blonde beach girls." "What!?" he demanded with a laugh. "You're a gorgeous piece of woman Connie. You got nothing to worry about from anybody." She blushed slightly, her eyes going down to her lap for a moment. "So how is the boy then? And how the hell are those kids?" "Oh their great! Wait till you see them! Kelly is in College now. Jamie's in her Senior year at high school, and David is a year behind." "I have been away a while." he mused. "The last time I was here Jamie was just in junior high and worrying about never getting any boobs." Connie laughed. It made her blue eyes twinkle and seemed to light up her whole face. She brushed some brown bangs out of her eyes absently and took another drink of beer. "Well you ought to see her now!" she giggled. "Last month she was talking about getting breast reduction surgery!" "Your kidding?" Connie shrugged and smiled. "Ironic isn't it? She's a thirty- eight C now. Don't you tell her I told you that." she cautioned. "I wouldn't embarrass the little thing!" he protested. "That's the problem Mike." she smiled. "She's still a little thing. For all her growing up here," she held her hands in front of her own quite adequate chest. "She's barely over five feet tall. Make's her kind of top heavy." "I bet." "The aggravating thing is she's just the opposite of Kelly. Kelly's topped off just short of six feet and she's still..." she shrugged at her father-in -law. "Flat?" he enquired with a grin. "Well, not quite, but not far off. Why couldn't the good lord have spread the size and... " she held her hand out by her chest again. ".. out more evenly?" "That's life." he shrugged. She nodded in agreement. "She's jealous of Jamie though. She'd never admit it in a million years of course." "How's she doing at school?" "Oh wonderful! Straight A's. She's home studying every night for hours. She wants to be a lawyer." "Well, that's where the money is." Connie nodded. "How about Davie?" "Oh he's girl crazy, just like every other teenage boy in the world." Mike laughed in agreement. "How long you going to be in town?" she asked. "Couple of weeks I guess. I'm staying at the Sherman Plaza." "Nonsense!" she cried. "You stay with us. We've got the spare bedroom." "Oh I couldn't put you and Tommie out like that." "It wouldn't put us out at all. Lord knows Tom probably wouldn't even notice an extra body around the place." she said sourly. "Now don't tell me you and him are having problems?" She frowned and looked out the window. "No. no... not exactly." she sighed. She turned back to Mike. "It's just he's hardly ever home anymore. He works about seventy hours a week or more." "That new store opening?" She nodded and sighed again. "I might as well be a widow. The only time I see him these days is when I wake up in the middle of the night and see him lying there asleep." "Well, that'l pass. Don't you worry." "That's what I thought last year when the last store opened, then this one came along, and next year it'l be another one." she shook her head again. "Well, I'll see if I can talk to him about it." Mike frowned. She grinned tiredly. "Well, anyway, it'l be nice to have a man around the house for a few weeks." she smiled Mike fetched his suitcases from the car and Connie helped him lug them upstairs to the spare room. He watched the woman's face as she moved. She seemed a lot tireder than she should. Her round pretty face was lined with worry marks beneath the swirling brown hair. Tom was an asshole to ignore a pretty woman like this, he thought angrily. He watched her breasts press against the fabric of her dress as she leaned forward to place the suitcase on the bed, and shook his head with a sigh. Again he remembered her as he'd first seen her on her hands and knees. Her breasts hung beneath her and wobbled and swung back and forth as Tommie hammered his dick into her from behind. He tore his mind away from the past, aware of his dick hardening in his pants. "Anything you need Dad, just ask." she smiled. He swallowed, and nodded with a smile as Connie retreated out of the room. Seventy hours a week, he sighed. He wondered if Tommie was ignoring the woman in bed. Jaysus what a shame that'd be. Thirty seven, and she still had the body of a teenager, he'd swear. That light summer dress of hers hid very little of the rounded curves beneath it. If Tom wasn't screwing her regularly, he hoped some other bastard damn well was. "Want me to help?" Connie smiled and shook her head as she gathered the watched the water pour into the sink. "I'll do it. Lord knows I don't have anything else to do." Mike smiled and sat down at the kitchen table. Jamie and Dave had gone out on dates, while Kelly had disappeared to her room to study some more. He and Connie were alone downstairs. He watched her from behind, admiring her buttocks encased in the denim. He licked his lips in appreciation as she bent over the sink. "Three kids must keep you pretty busy." he said. "Oh, not really. Not like they used to." she sighed, over her shoulder. "Kelly hardly needs any taking care of anymore, and Jamie's hardly home much more than Tom. "She must have a lot of boyfriends." "Oh Lord yes. And all of them after just one thing." "Think she's still a virgin?" She looked back startled, for a second and then turned to her dishes again. "Who knows these days." Her shoulders slumped slightly. "At least she dates. I don't remember the last time Kelly went out with any guy." "How come? She's sure pretty enough." "I don't know." she shook her head, putting a plate in the dishrack. "She doesn't seem to think much of boys." "You don't mean... " "Oh No! I don't mean that. It's just that she's gotten all this feminist stuff into her head. She's always talking about men persecuting women, and that kind of crap." She jumped in surprise as she felt Mike's hand on her back. "She'll get over it, and so will that dopey husband of yours." She sniffed in disdain and threw another plate into the rack. "Sure you don't want any help? You look kind of tired." "Oh, no. I'll be okay. It's been a long day is all." His hands slid onto her shoulders, kneading and squeezing the tight muscles there. "Used to do this with Emmie when she was all tired out." he murmured. "Feels n... nice." she sighed. She swallowed against a startling buildup of heat in her loins as Mike's hands continued to massage her neck and shoulders. Stop that you little tramp! she thought to herself. My God it hasn't been that long since a man's touched you that you should go all watery over a little innocent massage from your husband's own father! Mike felt her muscles loosen up some under his talented fingers. Her breathing was coming faster though. He could see down the front of her shirt, where the cleavage between her breasts was visible. He watched her chest rise and fall faster and faster as he continued to work on her shoulders. His hands slid over her back, squeezing and massaging. He could feel his prick hardening, pushing against his own jeans as her hot skin drew his desires up from his soul. She's your sons wife fool! his mind hissed. And so what? he answered himself. If the fool is too busy at his damn job to keep her properly cared for, isn't it a father's job to do it for him? His hands slid over her shoulders and then down around her upper arms, rubbing up and down. The they were around her, his soft, warm hands caressing the smooth skin of her belly as he hugged her against him. "You're a beautiful woman Connie. If that fool of a son of mine can't see that, he doesn't deserve you." he whispered. Connie didn't answer. The feel of his hands as they caressed her stomach sent shivers up her spine, and made her legs rubbery and weak. She shifted feebly, her behind pushing out and back by accident. She gasped as her buttocks pressed into her father-in- law's groin and she felt the hardness there. Mike groaned inwardly, feeling those firm ass cheeks push against his rigid manhood as his fingers slid over her skin. His own breathing was coming on at a rapid pace now, his excitement high and mounting. Then he pushed his hands upward, up until he felt the bottom swell of her breasts against the sides of his hands. He felt Connie's intake of breath, hesitated briefly, then slid his hands upward, cupping her breasts in his palms. He could feel their quick rise and fall as she breathed faster, but she didn't resist. He sighed and pushed his groin forward against her behind, mashing his cock between the swells of her ass cheeks as his hands squeezed her breasts. Connie stood frozen as if rooted in place. Her eyes stared downward in shock, seeing the large masculine hands sliding over her breasts through the thin shirt. Her own hands still stupidly clasped a dinner plate over the sink as her mind spun in a mixture of sensual excitement and shocked denial. Mike's fingers deftly slipped between the two sides of her shirt just above where she had tied them together under her breasts. His hands found her breasts, braless and hot, sweat oozing from every pore. They both groaned as his fingers squeezed her bare tits, pressing inward, altering the perfect roundness of the meaty orbs, mashing them, crushing them. His tongue slid along the nape of her neck, then she almost cried out as his teeth bit down, and he suckled on her flesh. One of his hands left her shirt, slid down over her heaving belly. She felt, rather than saw, the catch of her jeans parting, felt his hand pushing downwards, into her pants, inside the waistband of her bikini panties. "No... no... M... Mi... Mike." she groaned, "No... the... the k... kids!" Then she lurched backward in reaction as his hand succeeded in sliding down into her panties and over her pubic mound. His hand was in her pants! It was so... so soft, so warm, hot. He squeezed upward, and Connie groaned aloud, arching her back and pushing her crotch against his hand as need overwhelmed her. She felt his hand rubbing up and down over her mound with stunned excitement. Her eyes stared straight out at the window, completely unfocused and unseeing as he worked his hand around in her crotch. Her pants slid downward, baring her buttocks. Mike grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them down to her knees with the jeans. Again she protested, but her voice was feeble and shaky. Mike tore his zipper down, bringing his huge erection out and rubbing it up and down Connie's ass crack as the woman trembled and swayed against the sink. She dropped the dinner plate at last. It landed in the sink with a soft splash. Mike pushed her legs apart with his knee, his eyes intent on the soft roundness of her buttocks as he held his penis in his hand and squeezed briefly. Connie whimpered, almost fell. Her hands shot down and forward, grasping the faucet of the sink for support. She hung on tightly as she felt her legs spreading more, felt Mike's cockhead rub against her hot moist cunt slit. "Oooooohhhhh Noooooooooooo!" she whimpered. Her eyes bulging, staring blindly down into the water of the sink. Her body bent forward, legs spread, and then... She came, came like she didn't remember ever coming before. Mike's hot steely prong slid upward into body and set off an explosion of lust and sexual energy that had been building for months now, months of loneliness and sexual longing for her husband who was never there or never interested. She felt the fat penis slide further and further up into her, further than Tom's had ever gone, touching parts of her long untouched and parts never touched as her father-in-law pushed every inch of his powerful fuck pole into her clasping clutching pussy hole. Her body shook, her nerve endings screaming in joyous release as the massive uncontrollable orgasm washed over her helpless frame. She felt Mike's cock slide backward, retreating down out of the slippery, sucking depths of her belly. Then he grunted, and his cock slammed upward once more, impaling her, burying itself inside her cunthole. She shuddered, just starting to come through the first orgasm she had felt in months, and already another was building. Her mind reeled in wonder as Mike began pumping his cock within her, the fat meaty instrument moving within her, in, out, in, out, in, out, IN! Mike pounded his cock up into her twat, as Connie clung desperately to the faucet and Mike's hips ground her into the counter. Her hair dangled around her face, some of it dipping into the water as she bent lower and lower. Oh My God she's so hot! Mike gritted. His mind flashed back and forth from the present to the past, from the sight of the woman bent over now, his cock slicing in and out of her pussy, to that time twenty years ago when Tom's cock did the same. He humped harder, taking a strange and furious kind of pride in subjugating Tom's woman like this, in using her, forcing her to cum around his prick. He could feel her cunt twitching and spasming around him as he continued to rut into his daughter-in-law. His hands gripped her hips tightly, then slid upward over her sides and onto her breasts again. With deft fingers, he untied the simple knot holding her top together and her tit meat dropped down loose and swollen into his hands. He squeezed them tightly, pinching her nipples between his fingers until she yelped in startled pain, mashing and kneading the hot, sensitive flesh as it bounced and wobbled in time to his hard thrusts. He could feel his cum approaching. He sped up, ripping his meaty prong in and out of the woman furiously. Then he came. He pounded his cock balls deep into her clutching slit hole, and spurted wad after wad after wad of deep white salty wet cum up into her belly. Connie felt the jism shooting into her body, and squealed as her skin erupted in sizzling twitching electric spasms along it's entire surface. She rammed her ass back to meet his thrusts, spreading her legs as far as she could, and pushing down against the faucet, raising her body upward. Her back curved as she raised herself upright, her mouth hung open in stunned ecstasy, spit dribbling down her jaw as she tore her hands loose from the facet at last and pressed them hard against Mike's covering her breasts.  -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----