The further exploits of 67 year old Ted Patterson, as his vacation at his son's house takes another turn.
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Chapter One: It's alright.
I felt like crawling into a hole instead of sitting down on the bed next to my daughter-in-law Beth, but instead I eased my aching body down onto the space where Beth had been patiently patting her hand.
Despite washing my cock and balls, I still smelled like somebody who had just had sex, and if that wasn't bad enough, I was sitting next to the mother of the girl I had just screwed. My heart was still racing from the initial shock of finding Beth in the guest room waiting for me as I sat.
"Look Beth," I began, trying to think of something to say that would fix it all. Maybe an offer to go to a retirement home or someplace where depraved old farts go off to die would suffice.
"Ssh. Let me talk, Dad," Beth said, resting her hand on my knee. "It's alright. What you did to Cathy, or what you did with each other, I mean."
"How?" was my stunned reply as I asked how she had found out, figuring that it was Cathy's yelps that gave us away.
"There's a secret little room up there off the inside of the hall closet that Cathy doesn't know about," Beth confessed. "I've been watching her from that hiding place for quite a while, since she started sneaking boys up there - and a girl once too, I might add. I get up in there and watch, living vicariously through my daughter. You think that's sick?"
"I dunno," I said, dumbfounded that this suburban mother who had always seemed so straight-laced would do something like that, but didn't feel I was in a position to take anything like a moral high road.
"Do you know what this smell is?" Beth said, and as she brought her hand up to my nose, I knew the aroma even before she had finished her question. "I had almost my whole hand up my cunt when Cathy was cumming that last time."
Chills were running up and down my spine as I listened to my son's wife speak, and although I had known the woman for over 20 years, this person beside me bore little resemblance to the daughter-in-law I was familiar with.
"I can't help it. I'd much rather be in there with my husband in my own bedroom, doing all the things Cathy does, believe me. Things between me and Brad - well - they aren't that good."
"Beth," I started to say, not wanting to hear, but there was no stopping Beth now.
"It's not that I don't love him, Dad," Beth explained. "And I don't care that he isn't very well-endowed. I knew that when I married him, but now it's just that he cums so fast. Almost as soon as he puts it in me it's over."
"Those things can be worked out," I said while cringing at the overload of unwanted information.
"What you did to Cathy," Beth said, ignoring me. "I'm not as judgemental about things like that as most people probably are. I didn't have a grandfather, but I had an uncle. I was younger than Cathy when he first started visiting my room at night, but they were the greatest nights of my life, so I know how good it can be with a older, experienced man."
"Especially with a man as well endowed as you are, Dad," Beth said, adding, "You remind me a lot of my uncle."
As she spoke her hand slipped inside the fly of my pajamas and snaked downward, not stopping until she found what she was looking for.
"Omigod," Beth moaned as she pulled on my very dead dick as it hung limply between my legs. "I think you're even bigger that my Uncle Dan was."
"Beth, I can't."
"You don't understand, Dad," Beth explained. "I need it bad. I haven't really been fucked in years. Not like you just gave it to Cathy. I felt like running into the room and pushing her off the bed so you could do me instead."
I had stopped trying to move my daughter-in-law's hand off of my cock, but it wouldn't matter how long she pulled on it because that spent dick would not be rising again tonight or any time soon, so I let her tug away. Besides, it felt good, and she knew her way around a foreskin as well.
"I'm - let's just just say that I'm a lot more experienced than Brad is," Beth said. "My needs are greater than his as well. I need a lot of sex, and while I've been able to resist the urge so far, there are times when I think I'm going to explode. I've never cheated on him - with another man."
"That's good," I said, and I felt Beth move her wrist upward, which caused the snap on my pajama bottoms to open up, and I didn't stop her when she nudged them down a bit.
"I have a woman friend," Beth said. "She's a lesbian, and she does me with a strap-on sometimes. I don't think that's cheating though. Do you, Dad?"
"I - I don't know," I managed to say as the sweat began running down from my brow and stinging my eyes.
"Your cock feels like it's beginning to get harder, Dad. Do you like me talking like this? Does it excite you? I'll tell you something else. A couple of weeks ago, I was so horny that my skin was crawling. I think I have a chemical imbalance or something like that, because sometimes I get so horny that I feel like letting a whole bunch of guys just fuck me until I pass out. Never have gone through with it, but I get that urge. You know what I did?"
Beth's hand kept pulling on my cock while she spoke, and while I was far from getting hard, I was definitely turned on.
"No. What did you do?"
"I slipped out of the house and drove into the city, down to a really rough part of town and drove by a bar that's got a reputation as a sleazy place that's had a bunch of crazy things happen in it. I went in and the place was full of black guys. I was one of the few women in the place, and the only white face there.
"I sat at the bar and guys started hitting on me right away. Do you believe that? Me, a 44 year old women with all these guys about half my age swarming all over me? Drinks started lining up in front of me, and while one guy was sweet talking me I felt somebody on the other side of me move his hand under the bar and he started squeezing my breast. I was scared, and knew that despite how horny I was I really didn't want to be there. I don't know what would have happened if I didn't catch somebody dropping something in one of the drinks. When I saw that I panicked and ran out the door."
