Summary from Chapter 1: My daughter married a tall and handsome hunk of a man. Though they had pre-marital sex, she never expected him to take her 2 to 3 times a day and due to the size of his cock, she was getting sore but loving it. She and I have a very close relationship and talk almost constantly. She told me all about their sexual adventures which just got me very horny as I don't get the kind of attention I'd like from my husband. I teased my son-in-law until finally he fucked me long and hard. Similar to my daughter, I was sore, too!
Again, thanks to the woman who lived these stories and thought enough to write to me.
Chapter 2 - A trip to Aruba
I didn't hear from my daughter for the rest of the week. It was quite unusual and I was really concerned. I left her 3 messages on her phone and several emails. I began to think that maybe her husband Mike had told her what he and I had done in that hotel room. I was beginning to panic and assumed the worst. I sat on my couch in my living room and began weeping with worry. The last thing I want to do is ruin the relationship with my daughter and I certainly didn't want to ruin her relationship with her husband.
What had I been thinking? I began to regret being an idiot and going to bed with him. I thought the worst and sobbed. How did I get so engulfed in desire for him and his cock? True, it was her descriptions that drove me crazy with desire but I doubted that she would see it that way. I was getting scared. I wondered how this could be happening to me!
My husband Jim came in the room and kissed my forehead. "Why are you upset?" he asked.
I wasn't quite sure what to say. I was upset that Jen hadn't called me back. I felt confused and emotional. Something was similar about my emotional state but I couldn't place it. I was just so weepy.
I continued to imagine the worst. I imagined her in tears and leaving the man she clearly loved and all because of me. I wondered if I should just get it over with and let Jim know that I had cheated on him. The truth was that I was also upset because I still wanted more of my son-in-law's beautiful chiseled body and that long and thick cock. I wanted to feel it in my pussy as it pulsated. The plastic vibrators and the cucumbers provided physical stimulation but I needed mental stimulation, too. I need to really feel the skin of a big cock. It was driving me crazy.
My twin daughters walked through the living room and saved me from myself as I was seriously considering confessing to Jim right then and there! At 19 years old with sparkling light green eyes and dark brown hair and very pretty smiles, they could light up a room. I looked at them from my chair as they flew in the living room. "I remember when I looked like that" I thought.
Unlike most twins, they did not dress alike. They shared the same clothes but they did not wear the same things on the same days. Much like I was, they were top heavy sporting a 34DD bust while having a slim 22 inch waist and 32 inch hips. How do you buy clothes for that? They were going for a run and gave me a kiss and a concerned look while glancing at Jim.
"I'm ok, I'm just emotional and weepy today. I don't know why. Go on your run! Go on!" and I swatted their asses.
They laughed and I watched their tiny butts shimmer in the skin tight spandex running pants as they ran out the front door.
Jim turned his head back to me. Quietly and slowly he looked into my eyes, "Really, tell me what's wrong, sweetie?"
I felt bad. I had cheated on him. It wasn't my first time but that was for different and good reasons. It was many years ago and I had promised myself I would never cheat again.
Even now as I looked back into his eyes, a part of me was remembering that big, thick cock with its veins bulging as I kissed and sucked it. I remembered the feeling as it pressed into me deeper and deeper. I remembered how naughty it felt that the same cock that was giving me orgasm after shattering orgasm had also done the same to my daughter.
"Well?" he asked sweetly again.
"Honey, when was the last time we made love?" I asked.
"Oh, I don't know. A week or two, maybe?"
"No, it's been at least 6 weeks. I've been horny the whole time." It didn't come out as a complaint just a fact.
He hugged me. "I just don't have the sex drive that you do. I'll try to be better."
It was sweet of him to say.
I wondered how to tell him. I wondered if I should just blurt it out. It has always been my experience that if you hurt someone, you should be the one to tell them and also tell them you are sorry. Jim just didn't know that he was hurt, yet. I guess the primary thing that bothered me was that he might find out from my daughter. I decided, if he was going to hear it, he was going to hear it from me.
"Honey, I've got something to tell you," I started and then the phone rang. It was Jen calling my mobile phone and I picked it up immediately. Jim turned away, hands in the air and went into the kitchen.
"JEN! Where have you BEEN?" I waited to see what she had to say but my emotions were all over the place.
"MOM! You would not believe it! Mike had an emergency at work and he got to ride in the corporate jet to his customer in Aruba and I got to go with him. I'm sooooooo sorry that I didn't call you but it was all a whirlwind event and my phone didn't work down there. We stayed at a fantastic hotel in a suite on the 12th floor overlooking a beautiful bay!"
"Ohhhh honey, I'm so happy you are safe! You couldn't have sent me an email or used a public phone?"
"Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry! I was just so caught up in the trip that I forgot to call. Forgive me?"
"Yes, of course but don't scare me like that again, ok?"
"Yes, mooooom!" she said it like she was 12 again. "Can you talk? I mean, are you alone? I need a little help."
I looked toward the kitchen and Jim was using his laptop with the headphones plugged into his ears. I felt a sense of relief that Mike didn't tell Jen and that I hadn't told Jim! Even so, I still felt a bit confused. Something inside me wanted me to confess to Jim.
"Go ahead sweetie. I can talk. Tell me the details!"
"Ha! You want the details again!" she laughed. "You ARE getting off on this, aren't you! Don't deny it, I can tell!"
Little did she know that I could feel myself gushing just as the word "details" came out of her mouth!
"Ok, so I'm not dead yet. I admit it. The 'details' get me excited."
She giggled, "Me too! So, this rich guy has his money in banks all over the world and he is having trouble with some of his accounts in Aruba. He demands that Mike fly down immediately and go through the accounts with him personally. Mom, this guy has millions and millions so, Mike's boss tells him to take the corporate jet and that there is already a room awaiting his arrival. Mike thinks quick and tells him that he has a special evening planned for me and asks if I can go along!! Isn't he clever??"
"Yes, baby, he is very clever but what happened."
"Oh mom, I bet you can guess. First, we were 34 thousand feet over the Atlantic ocean and Mike starts kissing me and I can tell, y'know, I can tell what he wants."
"You didn't!" I exclaimed.
She giggled. "We did! I was so nervous that one of the pilots would come out! I mean, it's not like a commercial plane at all. There are seats but they are much bigger and they recline all the way back. So, I tried to stop him but he kept pushing and pushing. I kept saying that the pilots might come out but he didn't care. He unbuttoned my blouse and so I took off my bra. I insisted that I leave my blouse on and he could play with my titties. Do you know what he said?"
"What?" I asked in a bit of a dream state. My fingers were rubbing my nipples.
"The bastard asked what size bra you wore and if I was as big as you! I think he has a thing for your breasts, Mom."
