- My Family -
Straight Female / 24
The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face - To My Father-in-Law
We'd been dating for two months when my boyfriend invited me to meet his parents.
His father was 57, strong, muscular, and a consummate gentleman.
My BF and I slept over, in his childhood room. We had to be very quiet when we made love, which we did every night in the early days.
Later, I went downstairs to get a glass of water. My BF's father was in the kitchen, wearing nothing more than tight boxer-briefs, and drinking a beer. He said he couldn't sleep, and a little alcohol would help. I could see that his penis was huge.
Soon it was erect, and then in my mouth, and then in my pussy. He commented on how wet I was; he had heard his son fuck me. He didn't ask whether he could cum inside me, he just added his sperm to his son's.
After it was done he held me and kissed me. He told me I was a beautiful girl. He said his son was like a different person since I'd entered his life. He asked me to please marry his son. He reassured me that whatever I might like in married life, he would pay for - a nice house, a car, whatever shoes, clothes and makeup I liked. His only requests were that I let him fuck me when he needed to, and that I stay loyal to his son in all other respects.
I said yes and he was hard again. Our second fuck was very intimate. He told me to call him dad, never father-in-law. He told me he loved me. I said it back, and indeed, I already felt it.
I'd been on the fence about getting engaged with his son, so it was the father's kindness that sealed the deal.
I will never forget the night I first met my father-in-law. I call him dad quite naturally now because two of our children are likely his, not his son's.
His father was 57, strong, muscular, and a consummate gentleman.
My BF and I slept over, in his childhood room. We had to be very quiet when we made love, which we did every night in the early days.
Later, I went downstairs to get a glass of water. My BF's father was in the kitchen, wearing nothing more than tight boxer-briefs, and drinking a beer. He said he couldn't sleep, and a little alcohol would help. I could see that his penis was huge.
Soon it was erect, and then in my mouth, and then in my pussy. He commented on how wet I was; he had heard his son fuck me. He didn't ask whether he could cum inside me, he just added his sperm to his son's.
After it was done he held me and kissed me. He told me I was a beautiful girl. He said his son was like a different person since I'd entered his life. He asked me to please marry his son. He reassured me that whatever I might like in married life, he would pay for - a nice house, a car, whatever shoes, clothes and makeup I liked. His only requests were that I let him fuck me when he needed to, and that I stay loyal to his son in all other respects.
I said yes and he was hard again. Our second fuck was very intimate. He told me to call him dad, never father-in-law. He told me he loved me. I said it back, and indeed, I already felt it.
I'd been on the fence about getting engaged with his son, so it was the father's kindness that sealed the deal.
I will never forget the night I first met my father-in-law. I call him dad quite naturally now because two of our children are likely his, not his son's.
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