My husband and I went to visit my daughter, her husband and my grand daughter last weekend. We usually make the 4 hour drive over a weekend, spend Friday night there, all day Saturday, and then drive home late Sunday evening. This was no different, except my husband couldn't come down until really late Friday night. We agreed to drive separate, because I wanted to be there early. Half way down there, my daughter called, and told me that my grand daughter and her were at a friends house. They would be spending the night, because there was a family situation, and she'd already picked up her daughter from the daycare, and headed down to help a friend. I said that was fine. I'd come on Saturday. She said no. I could come down Friday night, and surprise my grand daughter when they got back Saturday night. I thought that would be a fun plan, so I told my husband I was leaving early, and he could drive down on Friday evening. He called me later, and said he was going to be later than normal, but he'd drive down about 8 or so in the morning, and be there by noon. Just cut it a few hours short, but he'd make the most of the weekend.

When I got to their house that Friday night, my son-in-law was home by himself, watching a movie. I came in with a bag of clothes for me, as I always do, and got a hug as I always do. I don't know what it was, but something different. It didn't feel the same. His hug kind of lingered on me. I just shrugged it off, thinking nothing of it. Figured maybe he missed me, as I hadn't been down in a couple of months. An hour or so later, he said he was going to take a shower, and I should get comfortable. He said he'd be out in a half hour. I had always made random jokes, and I don't know why I said it, but I cracked to him "well I know what guys do in the shower for a half hour" to which he laughed, and just spouted out "well if you were there, I know what I'd be doing" - He stopped. Realizing what he'd just said (something he had NEVER done before). I looked, and his face was beet red. He just stuttered, and I laughed and said don't worry about it. We all have dirty minds. He kind of stumbled down the hall towards the bathroom.

Now I don't know what made me think about him that way. I mean "that" way. I never had. For Christ sakes, he's married to my daughter. He has a kid with her. That's just off if anything is. Until I saw him coming out of the bathroom, wrapped in nothing but a towel. Maybe he didn't realize I was sitting on the couch. But watching him, I saw his muscles rippling, big shoulders, and I saw his legs toned and firm. And I don't know why, but I started getting tingly and a bit worked up. That had never happened, and I told myself to stop. That I felt like a dirty old woman.

A couple of minutes later, he came back out of his room and went towards the bathroom. I don't think he realized it, but the towel slipped. I could look down the hall, and straight into the towel, and I saw his cock. Even hanging down, I just stared, thinking holy jesus, he's hung. And then all I thought about was that cock fucking my kid. And I felt dirty as hell, even letting that thought cross my mind.

I'm not sure what made me do it. But as he walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, I walked down the hall, and said I had to use the bathroom. He brushed up against me. I looked at him, and fuck me if he didn't push me against the wall, and thrust his tongue inside my mouth. His towel dropped. I reached down, and my hand found his immensely large cock hanging down. I felt him moan, and he kissed me harder. Jesus help me, I felt myself get wet. I felt it start tingling, something that hadn't happened in a long time. And we wound up in his bedroom where he fucks my daughter on his bed. He pushed me on the bed, and not more than a couple of minutes later, he'd nearly torn off my clothes, and had me literally naked. Without as much as a word. He climbed up on the bed, and he was laying there kissing me. Until I said "wait. Wait. Matt. We really gotta stop" to which he stops, looks at me, and says "Please. Don't tell me to stop. Please for the love of God. Don't make me stop" I had never heard him talk that way. Ever. I just said "Then don't" - I was scared. I'd had sex thousands of times. But not like this. He was all over me. Intense. Passionate. And between my legs, eating my pussy. Instantly. I came. Intense. Shaking my body. Making me gasp. Cry out. And moan like I never had. Soaked me. I was coated. He came up for air, looked at me, and sweet Jesus, did it again. I must have had 5 orgasms with Matt licking my soaking wet shiny shaking pussy.

And then, sweet lord, he slid his immensely huge hard dick inside me. Thrust once. Thrust twice. And he gasped and said "I gonna pull out" to which I said NO. I said please. Don't. He thrust. Amazingly deep, and I felt it squirt. I felt the cum just shooting endlessly. It didn't stop. He was gasping, moaning, and saying oh god oh god oh god. And his cock kept growing larger while it kept shooting cum inside me.

Suddenly he stopped. Just stopped. Laid there on top of me. In me. Looked at me. And said "oh jesus. What did we do?" I pulled him. Stopped him from climbing off. I just looked at him and said "nobody is going to know. But for the love of God. You are amazing. Holy jesus. I have never had a guy do that to me. Not what you did"

That stopped him. Dead in his tracks. Literally. He looked at me. Said nothing. I pulled him against me. Slid my tongue back in his mouth. Started kissing him. He pulled back. Kissed me again. Pulled back.

I felt him harden. It didn't take long. I don't know why I'd taken the steps to do it. I pushed him over. Got him on his back. Took his massive cock and thrust it inside me. I was on top of him. I felt his hands on my hips. Around my ass. And then he thrust. I thought it was going to go right through me. He had his hands on my boobs. Was pushing. Pulling. Moved them to my hips. I heard him gasp. And he said OH GOD OH GOD and I felt it. I pushed. Hard.

I felt the cum squirt in me. It filled me. It was so intense that not long after he started having an orgasm, I felt it drip out of me. Overwhelmed me and filled me.

When we finished, we got dressed quietly. And I heard him say "should we, you know, talk". I just shrugged. I said "Things happen. Is it weird? Yes. A bit. Wrong? Yes. A lot. But let's just leave a good thing. Let's not ruin it" He just looked at me and said OK.

I fucked my daughter's husband. Let him cum in me. Twice. And god help me I don't feel guilty.