Donna Allen - Their horny new mom

Marilyn was amused when Denise announced she was dressing as a bride. The blonde was more attractive every day, but she was too old to dress in white. And too experienced, Marilyn thought. Still, if it would make her happy, so be it.

Marilyn was glad that she had brought Harold and Denise together. Even though they were going to live here for a while, it would mean that Denise wouldn't be so involved in their lives.

"You're a million miles away, daughter," Sam said.

Denise blinked. She'd been dreaming. "Na, I'm right here, Dad," she said.

She rose up and filled the sink with suds. Rather than use the dishwasher, she washed the breakfast dishes and gazed out the window.

"I'll help," Sam said, picking up a dish towel and taking a platter from her hands.

"Thanks, Dad," she said.

"You and Paul must be glad to get Denise off your hands."

Denise smiled. Her father-in-law was so different from both his children. He was in his late fifties, but he kept himself trim and didn't look a day over forty-five.

"She's a different person since she met Harold," she said.

"Happiness changes a woman," Sam said.

Marilyn reached into the sink and pulled the plug. She watched the water disappear down the drain. The clock on the wall ticked loudly.

"How come you never remarried?" she said.

She was suddenly aware of his eyes on her tits. She glanced down. She had dressed as usual in a tight tee-shirt and her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material. She pulled on the fabric.

"I should have worn something less revealing," she said.

Sam chuckled in his gravelly voice. "I'm glad you didn't. I never remarried because I like my life just the way it is," he said.

"And how is it, Dad?" She turned off the faucet and wiped her hands on a towel.

They moved to the den. The blinds were still drawn and the room was dim. The sofa-bed Sam was sleeping on was open.

"I've got a good life, daughter," he said. He gazed at her quizzically.

"Dad?" she murmured, her arms slack at her sides.

"Daughter?" he said, reaching out and taking the bottom of her tee-shirt in his hands.

He lifted up the garment. She raised her arms and he peeled it off her head, leaving her braless tits exposed. He sucked in his breath and Marilyn swayed her hips slightly. Her breathing quickened and her tit flesh quivered.

Sam took her hands and turned them palms up. He kissed them in turn and dabbed his tongue over her palms. Then he released her and she automatically pulled his tee-shirt off his head.

When they were both naked from the waist up, he took her tits in his big hands and squeezed. She closed her eyes and relished the feel of his strong fingers on her boobs. He tested and hefted her jugs and breathed more rapidly.

"You've got a gorgeous pair of knockers, daughter," he said.

"Oh, Dad!" Her nipples were stiffening with excitement. As he stroked them, they blossomed into two berries and darkened with lust.

"Touch me, daughter," he said, and she moved her hands to his crotch and felt his cock and balls.

Sam's mouth fell open as she stroked his dick with one hand and used her other hand to caress his hair-matted chest. His belly was flat and his upper arms were muscular. It was hard to believe he had children the age of Paul and Denise.

He moved one hand to his crotch and guided her fingers to the zipper. She tugged at his zipper and soon his pants were open and her hand was inside.

They tumbled onto the sofa-bed and he climbed out of his pants. They embraced, kissing wetly for a moment. And then Sam slipped his shorts off and lay on his back, naked.

"Not bad for an old man, huh?" he chuckled.

"Not bad for any man," she said, trailing her fingers over his belly.

"My boy isn't taking good care of you, is he?"

"He does his best."

"But his best isn't too good."

"Let's not talk about Paul," she said.

He pulled her down to him and they kissed again. This time he frenched her, sucking her tongue root-deep into his mouth. He explored her teeth and cheeks and tongue with his roving tongue and then he nibbled gently on her earlobe.

He pulled her on top of him and her tits pushed into his bare chest. Her nipples were like two daggers sticking him and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"If Paul were more like you I wouldn't have to do this," she said.

"I thought you didn't want to talk about him."

"Well, I sort of feel guilty."

"You've no need to feel guilty," Sam said.

"You're just making an old man happy."

Soon Marilyn was completely stripped. They rolled round and Sam's prick rested on her thigh. It felt very, very hard and very, very, big. The brunette was alarmed for a moment. It had grown to enormous proportions. Could that huge thing actually fit into her cunt?

She was about to ask him not to hurt her when he was all over her, kissing and licking and nibbling her neck and ears and shoulders. She twisted and turned, delightfully aware of his erotic caresses and encouraging him to work his way clown between the twin mountains on her chest.

"Daughter, you're a delicious woman," he said, sucking wetly on her tits.

His cock stabbed her thigh, but she could only groan with arousal. She was no longer afraid he would hurt her. She was afraid he might get up and walk out of the house, leaving her horny and alone.

He hovered over her, cupping her ass and kneading her flesh as he sucked her boobs. He went from one massive tit to the other, tracing his lips around the giant slopes and fluttering his tongue over her blood-engorged nipples.

He held one tit in his hand and fastened his lips to the tip. He sucked enthusiastically and it grew even stiffer and bigger. She felt a throbbing in her pussy and shivered. If he continued sucking her tits like this, she would come without being fucked.

His lips remained glued to her tit for a long time. He played with her nipple lovingly while he stroked her tit with his free hand.

Marilyn breathed deeply, her chest heaving under his hands and lips. Her flat, but round belly rippled, contracting rhythmically as her father-in-law worked her over.

Her round hips rolled sensuously from side to side and her long shapely legs opened and closed as she rubbed her thighs together. She jerked when Sam moved a hand over her belly.

He laid the palm of his hand over her navel. Her cunt cried out to be touched, but he took his time, deliberately stroking the expanse of her abdomen.

Marilyn trembled and tangled her fingers in his hair. She held his mouth more firmly against her tits and her legs fell open when his hand wedged between her thighs.

She arched her back and grunted. She squeezed her legs around his hand. The heat of his hand engulfed her cunt and he moved his fingers back and forth on the turgid button.

He ran one finger up and down her slit and tangled the tip in her muff. She tried to force it into her pussy-hole, but he held back. He seemed intent on dominating her.

She loved it. He was so unlike his son. Maybe it skips a generation, Marilyn thought. Sam's grandsons were better cocksmen than their father. That must be it. Good traits like knowing how to please a woman skip a generation.

She became completely engrossed in her lust. Sam stroked her beaver and she sighed when he touched her clit. He teased her unmercifully, but she loved it. It made her even hornier.

He finally rubbed two thick fingers around the wet folds of her pussy. He stroked the sensitive area leading to her asshole. Then he did something that blew her mind. He brought the fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean of her juice.

"Oh, Sam!" she sighed.

"It's delicious," he chuckled. "Want me?"

He rubbed his fingers around her gulch and moved them to her lips. She opened her mouth and accepted them, licking them clean and aware for the first time of her own taste and aroma.