Loving and Caring in-laws – 2

A young man discovers that living with his wife’s family isn’t so bad after all. Click here for Part 1 posted earlier

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PART 2

I wasn’t sure why my father-in-law told his son to do whatever I wanted. Kamal was eighteen, constantly horny and seemed ready for anything. For instance, my wife, Zoya 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.

“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 Kamal 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 Kamal 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. Kamal 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.

Kamal 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 Kamal 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. 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 mosque on friday 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.”

Kamal 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. Kamal had eaten my ass a lot the past couple of weeks, so he dove right in. It felt really perverse to have Kamal 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?”

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 Kamal 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 Kamal 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.

Kamal 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 Kamal 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. Kamal stood by her head and his father guided Kamal’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. Kamal was sucking his father…well, really the father was fucking Kamal’s mouth. He liked to roughly plow into his son and kamal liked to play along. He would struggle and at times beg his Dad to stop. It made his father horny and Kamal loved that. Of course, I’ve been playing with them and knew the routine, but she didn’t.

When he spun Kamal around to line up his cock with Kamal’s asshole, I decided to feed that image and whispered to her, “He’s going tear 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 kamal 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 Kamal pleaded again, “Oh No! Please no more! Momma, help me! Make him stop! Pleeease Mom!”

I was impressed, Kamal was a natural. Of course, I’d fucked him enough to know Kamal 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 Kamal 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.