As ever my mind was still crying out I bring this to a stop but it was a lost cause. I did little but watch when he began feeding his donkey sized cock back up my cunt.
Despite the fact he'd just fucked me and that my pussy was still sopping wet, such was his girth I could feel him stretching me open. I mewled with pleasure, deep down hating how good he felt. I grabbed for him, hungrily forcing my lips over his, aware I would need to use something, in this instance his mouth, to stifle my cries from the inevitable pleasure I knew would come.
He left me that night just as he'd done the few days before in the kitchen, showing me little if any respect. As soon as he'd emptied himself inside of me, he simply got up and went to bed leaving me to recover on my own, downstairs.
If you are asking yourselves, 'Was this the end of the matter that evening. Did I finally see sense and put a stop to it?' I'm ashamed to say neither was the case. By now of course I can no longer argue with myself I am doing it to save my daughter's marriage, though even now I still try and convince myself it is.
It's now several months on from that day in the kitchen since which my son in law, despite my own common sense telling me I need to put a stop to things, has had his way with me on a number of different occasions. I'm aware no good will ever come of what I'm allowing to happen, yet the reality is I haven't been able to bring myself to stop it , for as much as I despise his arrogance I find I'm unable to resist the animalistic sex the two of us both seem to enjoy.
As I have said, it's been several months since that first episode and I guess you could say he controls me now, pretty much seeking me out whenever he wants. The situation isn't helped with my hubby working away as much as he does or that my daughter too works long hours, yet even when hubby is at home my son in law will seek an opportunity to have me, despite or maybe because of the additional risk involved. Only the other day, a Sunday morning, he took me over those same bannisters once more, this time while my hubby was outside in the driveway polishing his car. Even aware he could have walked in at any point and caught us I found myself unable to refuse him. Indeed, I think it's the thrill of being caught is as much a driving force now as the sex itself. I'd discovered that thrill a few days earlier when he'd decided to 'have me'. in the corner of the dining room with my hubby checking on his e-mails in the lounge. I ended up bent over, using my hands against the walls for support while he mauled at my tits and fucked me hard from behind. He'd left me feeling spent and ashamed, just as he always does and though I always vow never to repeat it again, the truth is, I need that cock of his more than ever.
I will continue to tell myself this has to stop but for now I know I will be ready and willing for whenever he wants.
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