My son in law
I've wanted to tell this story for so long, and never could until I found this site. This very sexy time of my life started the summer before lock down. My gorgeous son in law (he's 37, I'm 60) "accidentally" exposed himself to me on holiday while we were alone together. He was completely naked and walked into the living room of the caravan I'd rented for myself, him and my daughter, claiming that he didn't know I was there (he definitely did). Instead of showing him how shocked I was I tried to be nonchalant and made a joke about it, teasing him about how funny his very large penis looked. I should have told the truth and confessed that it made me weak at the knees. I couldn't tear my eyes off his gorgeous body and if I'm honest I've always been secretly in love with him ever since my daughter first brought him home 10 years before. We have always been very close, but until last year I'd honestly never for one minute entertained the notion that he might want to fuck me, but seeing him naked with that huge cock swinging around got me so wet and horny.
My daughter had gone off shopping and left us alone for the whole afternoon, so we decided to go to the pool. He and I walked down there chatting, mainly about how sexually frustrated we both were (my daughter has depression and almost no libido, while I am divorced and hadn't had sex for nearly 10 years). He wore the tiniest little pair of Speedos, and his huge bulge was getting many an admiring glance from all the women we passed. In my head I was desperately willing him to make a move on me. I've fantasized for years about how it could be between the two of us, and despite knowing I would feel crushed by guilt for my daughter, there is no way I could have helped myself. I tried to steer the conversation towards him talking to my daughter about his concerns, but he complained that even on the rare occasion she will have sex with him, he's so well endowed she finds sex uncomfortable. When we got back from the pool I asked to look at his cock again, on the pretext that I wanted to judge if she really was having a problem. Feeling brave and so, so horny for him I asked if I could touch and he said yes. He was soft at first, but even so he was much bigger soft than my ex husband was hard. I said we'd better get you hard so that I can see how big the problem is, so I wanked him off until he was fully erect. He is absolutely massive, and I can understand why it feels painful for my daughter. I told him he was beautiful and that he had nothing to be ashamed of. I told him that my daughter was very lucky. I suggested that maybe I could help him to "relieve his stress”. I desperately wanted him to fuck me, but still felt hugely guilty, so I compromised with myself by giving him a blowjob. I think I did ok despite the fact that I could only just get the head in my mouth! Because I was so horny and wanted him so much I let him cum in my mouth and I swallowed, which is something I would never do for my ex.. He insisted he return the favour, and at first I refused, but he looked so disappointed I couldn't help but change my mind. He's just too gorgeous to say no to. I got naked and laid down on the sofa, and he gave me the most wonderful oral sex and a brilliant orgasm. He went to have sex with me after I came but somehow I managed to control myself and I stopped him, as I still felt that nagging guilt in the back of my mind.
I felt crushed when my daughter got back, and I could see he felt guilty too. However, I couldn't deny that my feelings for him were stronger than ever. That night I made the mistake of staying up late with him after my daughter went to bed. The conversation got dirty again, and because I'd had some wine I played along. He kept trying to stroke my thigh, and I kept gently pushing his hand away, but he wasn't letting that stop him. I excused myself, saying I wanted to have a walk get some air, but he followed me outside. We walked towards a copse of trees across the road from the campsite and sat down. He complained again about how frustrated he was, and confessed that he desperately needed sex. I felt so bad for him and I wanted him to be happy, so I agreed to suck him off again, but made him promise that this was the last time. He got really hard, but couldn't cum. After a few minutes he stopped me and said he either needed more or nothing at all. Then he kissed me so passionately I just melted in his arms.
When I felt him press up against me he was so big and strong that I just couldn't resist anymore. You may think I'm disgusting, but I'm only human and I honestly do love him. I put up token resistance and begged him not to, but I was putting his hands on me as I did it, and I had purposefully worn a very thin summer dress to entice him as much as possible. I felt ashamed, but if I'm brutally honest I knew deep down that I simply had to have it. First he pulled my knickers down and gave me amazing oral sex again, but he didn't make me cum and I was desperate for more. He bent me over and lifted my dress. I knew it was coming but I couldn't have imagined how good it felt to have that huge cock push inside me. Just as I felt my orgasm build up he stopped and made me suck his cock. He kept doing it, teasing me so bad until I was begging him to make me cum. I realise now he was doing it to build it up and make it better. At last he told me to let go and fucked me REALLY DEEP and I had the biggest and best orgasm of my life. I thought he would finish at the same time, but he just kept going. I literally couldn't stop cumming. We did it in all positions but me riding him and doggy were the best. He lasted such a long time, and eventually I had to stop him because I was too sore to continue! Afterwards I confessed that I loved him, and to my combined joy and guilt he confessed the same.
For the rest of the holiday we snuck off for sex every chance we got (we couldn't do it in the caravan incase we woke my daughter). When we got home I was bereft. We texted constantly, but sexting and dirty pictures just weren't enough. I would come round on any pretext I could, even if it meant only a five minute quickie in the bathroom or the garage. He started to get in trouble at work because he kept taking time off to come and be with me. Those were amazing times though, when he would come to me at 8 in the morning and not leave until gone 5, and we could be naked together that whole time. I was addicted to him.
This all changed when lockdown started, and I invited myself to join my sister's household, and thankfully she was keen on the idea. Being away from my lover for that long would have been unthinkable. At this point in their marriage they had separate beds. Luckily my lovers room was on the ground floor. As long as we were quiet I could sneak down there after my daughter went to sleep and have sex with him every night. I pretended he was my husband and that this was normal, and eventually I stopped feeling guilty. I was and still am so in love with him, and I know he still feels the same way because the sex has always been fantastic. It's always been just as passionate as that first time. He is so perfect.
Then when summer came and the lockdown lifted I was heartbroken, as I thought I would have to go home. However I managed to convince my daughter to let me stay, as she was struggling more and more with her mental health. Eventually she had to quit her job even though she was working from home. She just couldn't cope. I stayed as much to look after her as I did to be with my lover. The funny thing is, I think she knows what's going on, but either doesn't care or secretly approves due to the fact that she can't be there for my son in law in that way. I started being more open in front of her, and she didn't seem to mind, so we just kind of stayed that way. It's been nearly two years now, and it's as good as ever. We still have sex every day, and it's still just as good. I don't know what the future holds, but I am happy now.