My daughter-in-law becomes the love of my life
JackassTales…Tale #64...Readers; I suppose most awkward sexual first times come when we are quite young. Yet, I would like to show in this story that with the maturity of age, first times can be much more enjoyable than those experienced by the young. This is a lusty May-December romance.

Naughty & Nice Little Daughter-in-Law

[1] Sunday Noon; the First Time

Here I was, dressed in my Sunday best, sitting about halfway back in the pews letting my mind reminisce instead of listening to the country minister’s message. In my mind, I reckoned myself to be a ‘good’ man, yet by the same token, I had suspicions that I was a piss-poor Christian! One of the things distracting me was the thought that there were several damn-fine looking ladies here for me to look at. My widowed status made me fair game for those women to look back at me.

Ladies aside, my mind’s meanderings were making me think of the past and wonder about the future of my family…

My father was a brusque, burly bear of a man who topped out in height at the 6ft 6in tall mark. When I reached the fullness of my maturity, I retained much of his burliness, but I turned out to be only 6ft 2in tall. Following family tradition, my boy turned out to be 4 inches shorter than I was. Using this illogical reckoning, I suppose I will have a grandson who will grow up to be only 5ft 6in tall. Hell, maybe I’m counting my chickens before they have been hatched, because the way things are going it seems like there won’t be any grandkids for me!

For some reason, my father’s rough, abrasive manner skipped a generation and fell for my son to inherit. How the boy ever managed to win and wed pretty Jenna Parker was a complete mystery to me. Oh, I suppose the girl thought she could change Benjamin once they were married, but if so, she was only fooling herself.

Now, I can’t say that Ben and Jenna don’t have a good marriage, because in truth, I guess they do. That little 5ft 2in tall daughter-in-law of mine must have the patience of a saint to put up with some of the stupid shenanigans my son pulls! Often, I’m not even sure if that boy has one single brain cell in his head! In my eyes, his misguided mistreatment of his wife is unforgivable!

Ben and Jenna had been high school sweethearts and the couple had seemed to have much in common. As the kids of neighboring farmers, they participated in many farming activities together. Jointly, they had worked on animal husbandry projects for 4H and the FFA. These two had been prom dates yet neither cared about being the king or queen of the ball.

Immediately after graduation, these two ‘kids’ had married. Ben had become a partner in a hotrod machine shop and had given up all love for country living and farming. On the other hand, Jenna, a longtime babysitter, had taken a position as a sitter at a preschool daycare facility. I had never seen a young woman who loved children as much as my daughter-in-law did! Although now living in the city, this girl never lost her love for her roots in the country.

While dating my son, Jenna had begun a tradition which lasts to this day. This farm girl really knew how to cook, so she began cooking Sunday dinner for Ben and me every week. How ironic it was that my dad, a long-time tobacco farmer and smoker, had succumbed to lung cancer by this time. My wife, a smoker also, passed away within months of Dad. Those goddamned, flesh-eating cigarette cancer-sticks made me so sick of death I changed my entire farming operation! I no longer produced the cancerous weed. My farm became strictly a hay and cattle operation.

I know that sweet Jenna goes by a couple of erroneous assumptions, which I foster and even encourage. The first is that I can’t cook at all myself. The second is kind of a delicate subject. Well, it’s this; that pretty little gal daughter-in-law of mine thinks I never get any pussy! Now, those are my words, not hers. That child would never voice any such vulgarity! Yet, knowing women, I know this is what Jenna thinks and I know this is the reason she keeps trying to set me up with ladies!

Well, unbeknownst to my uninformed daughter-in-law, and unlike most men, I ‘do’ like to cook and I do a damn-good job of it! My secretive ladyfriends, a couple of whom attend my church, like for me to cook for them. After feeding one of them a good meal along with a fine wine, I’ll usually get a really nice reward in return. A wet, piping-hot pussy and a couple of rounded, tender-nippled tits, mixed with a heaping helping of engorged man-meat cock, makes an excellent recipe for dessert. Served at room temperature, this scrumptious indulgence will be topped-off with an orgasmic portion of steaming hot cock-cream mixed with a cupful of sizzling pussy-juices.

“Dad, Dad, wake up,” a soft, timid voice whispered. I felt an elbow poking my ribs. “Dad, you’re daydreaming again!”

And, so I had been. Now I was awakening to the sight of an angelic beauty sitting at my side. Dressed in a sparkling white, short-hemmed sundress, Jenna’s sexiness was doing little to quell my horny imaginings. This young lady had started calling me ‘Dad’ when she was dating my son. Okay, that was fine for then and I reckon its fine for now. I ‘am’ forty years in age while the girl is only twenty-one, but by god, I’m not that gorgeous female’s Daddy!

Jenna drove us home from church. It was just we two because my self-involved son was out scouting deer hunting sights with some friends. Hell, deer season doesn’t start for two months! Shit, it would serve that young fellow right if some other guy were to jump the bones of his abandoned wife!

Forgetting about my son, I ate our noon meal with my daughter-in-law. As she strolled around the kitchen, I could see only two changes to her church wardrobe. One was the addition of a checkered apron. The other was the removal of her pantyhose. Oh, she was barefoot of course. Now, back to that absence of hosiery... Hmm, this made a man wonder about whether or not there was any other article of feminine attire beneath her dress. Specifically, panties!

“Dad, I have to tell you something,” Jenna blurted out from across the table. “And then, I have to ask you something.”

Since she didn’t yet elaborate, I patiently replied, “Okay Sweetheart, tell and ask.”

Jenna neither told nor asked for anything for an intolerable interval. The young lady eventually took a few steps towards me. Tears streamed from her eyes as she planted her shapely young ass in my lap. My burly, 6ft 2in masculine body swallowed up the petite, 5ft 2in young woman. Perhaps this gal didn’t know it, but her short sundress’ hem climbed up nearly to her feminine unmentionable. Without really intending to do it, I laid a hand on my daughter-in-law’s exposed leg high up on her thigh. If I so dared, I could have easily answered my musings about whether or not she had panties on. God help me, I did dare, and she did not!

By now, Jenna was well into her speech, so perhaps she didn’t even notice my slight thumb flip across her pantyless pussy! “So Dad, it’s not my fault I can’t get pregnant and give you a grandchild!” she cried. “My gynecologist ran test after test on me and concluded that I am as fertile as a humping rabbit! Without Ben’s knowledge, I saved a mouthful of semen when I gave him a…a…well Dad, its BJ, for short! The semen was tested three times just to be sure. Dad, I’m sorry to tell you that your son’s seeds are sterile! Ben doesn’t know it, but he can’t impregnate me! Now, that’s what I wanted to tell you.”

Good god, I was floored by the news! The Spencer family name would stop with my only son! It was an inconceivable tragedy. What in this godforsaken world could be done about this? High-priced fertility treatments? Cloning? Adoption? God damn, what a catastrophe!

“Dad, I know you’re upset,” Jenna continued nervously. “But, my doctor had an answer to this problem. She told me to discuss it with you. So now, I want to ask you a big, big favor. I hope and pray you will grant me my wish. Dad, will you come to my doctor’s office and…and ‘cum’ in a cup so your semen can be implanted in my womb! I want a baby so badly, and your semen is the only way to allow the child to carry the Spencer name! Please, will you do it for me?”

Cum in a cup? Semen in a womb? My mind dizzily attempted to understand. While I was thinking this over, my hand was still lying high up on Jenna’s slender, silky-soft thigh. My fingers were gently massaging her tender female skin. My thumb flipped this woman’s pantyless pussy again. Discoveries were made. This gal’s kitty mound had no furry hair. It was also drippy-wet with arousal!

“No!” I angrily replied to my little daughter-in-law’s request. “There will be no test-tube babies in this family! Girl, if you want my seed in your womb, then you will let me implant it the natural, old fashion way!”

The ensuing silence was not entirely unexpected. Jenna moved not a muscle in her lightweight, small-framed body. I wasn’t even sure if she was breathing. I had a strong suspicion that the cells in her brain were jumping around like Mexican beans. I knew for a fact that my brain cells were dancing an adulterous jig.

“Okay Dad, we can do it your way,” Jenna relented. “But, there must be some rules. Ben must never know! We will not ‘make love’…we will only have impersonal intercourse. I don’t even want to look at you while we…do it! And, no touching other than what’s absolutely necessary. I think you know that I have no panties on, so for this first time, I can bend over the kitchen table and you can…you can implant your Spencer seeds into my…pussy from the rear! Just do it, Dad, and make it very, very quick!”

This little bitty daughter-in-law of mine turned herself around in my lap with her back towards me. She threw her upper body onto the kitchen table and pulled her sundress up above her waist. Nice ass, was my first thought, but I didn’t dare voice my thoughts aloud. While I was thinking, I was unconsciously unzipping, unbuttoning, and pulling down my Sunday-go-to-meeting pants. Oh well, I had a man’s ‘job’ to do, so I’d best do it.

My engorged erection pointed directly at the ass end of a half-naked woman. The part that was naked was the part that mattered now. My manhood’s cockhead ball was feeling the drip, drip, drippy drops of vaginal juices dripping on it. These fluids dropped in such abundance, my entire cockshaft was nearly soaking wet and saturated with feminine lubricant. My mind was telling me that young Jenna must be quite a bit more aroused than she was letting on!

Well hell, I was plenty aroused, too! So, taking matters in hand, I guided my meaty pole towards its destination. Puffy outer pussy folds parted and my wet cockhead kissed incredibly wet inner pussylips. My well-lubricated cockshaft played follow-the-leader and disappeared into an extraordinarily tight, blistering-hot hole. Daammnn, Jenna’s vaginal entrance felt like it might be about the shape and size of a fresh-minted nickel trying to take in the fat wooden end of an old-fashioned hoe handle! If this meant I was the ‘hoeee’, was my snug little daughter-in-law the ‘hoer’? “Smile when you say that, Mister,” I muttered under my breath.

“What, Dad,” Jenna questioned. “Oh, just shut up and fuck me!”

Had this girl changed her tune? Whether or not she had, I began shoving my hard-thrusting cock’s considerable size into my lady’s constricted cunt with vigorous enthusiasm. Though small, Jenna’s vaginal cavity was sweltering hot, damp, and juicy. Wetness wasn’t the problem; space was. If not for the miracle of elasticity, this gal’s pussy would have been torn asunder by my insatiable, pussy-pounding penile pole.

“NO, NO, Dad, don’t make me cum; it’s too much like cheating!” Jenna cried after several uncounted minutes of being shoved into the table. “Just make yourself cum, not me!”

I had every intention of cumming myself. If this young lady didn’t want to, then she ought to have had more self-control than to ask a virile, pussy-loving man to screw her! “Okay Baby, I won’t ‘make’ you,” I assured the woman.

“Oh god, Dad, it’s too late!” Jenna wailed. “Oh, good god, I’m cumming now!” And, so she was. I felt hot sprays of feminine cum wash over my loins. This young woman’s whimpering moans confirmed the orgasmic ecstasy her body was having whether she wanted it to happen or not.

My job was to deliver seminal seeds into this gal’s womb, so grunting and moaning with delightful pleasure myself, this is what I began doing. Pressurized streams of semen and sperm shot from my cockhole and entered into my daughter-in-law’s fertile female womb. Oh Lordy, Jenna’s hot little pussy was an oversized cock’s dream home!

I knew that the woman I was fucking was feeling the spurts of my burning, milky-white cockcream. I knew by the fact that she was squealing uncontrollably as multiple orgasms rocked her young cunt. Abundant vaginal juices were attempting to drown the penile giant buried deep within her comparatively tiny body.

I knew that Jenna might say she surrendered to lust reluctantly, but from where I was sitting, it seemed like she was capitulating willingly and with a great deal of enthusiasm. That young lady slipped her upper body off the kitchen table and sat back against me. From this position, ‘she’ became master of her own fate when she started riding my cock as hard as she could. Up and down she bounced upon my slippery pole.

I knew I was breaking the ‘no touching’ rule when I reached under this girl’s dress, surrounded her abdomen with my hands, and began massaging her swollen outer pussy folds with my fingers. My little lady’s pussy might normally be pint-sized, but it was now enlarged by racing blood and the addition of a gigantic intruder inside it. Jenna’s vaginal muscles milked my hard cockshaft and I milked the bloated folds of her spongy cunt.

Jenna began to protest my manipulating betrayal, yet another orgasm chose that moment to wash through her entire female body. “Oh god, Frank!” she wailed. “I’ve never, ever, ever had so many orgasms on top of each other! I never even thought that your…manhood could be so big, or that you could be so GOOD with it, or that I could feel such intense pleasure!”

[2] Sunday Afternoon; Love’s Awakening Sin

Frank? Jenna had not used my first name in years. Why now when we two are supposed to be having impersonal intercourse? Perhaps this girl was remembering, as I was, that day long ago when I had come alone and caught her fishing in my best pond. I had known for a couple of years that this child had some kind of juvenile crush on me because I was the kindly giant living nearby. The adolescent neighbor girl was crying. Oh, she was not crying at being caught. No, her tears were shed because her young female body had chosen that day and place to first bleed. Using part of my tee-shirt, which I had ripped in half, we two used pond water to cleanse her most personal parts. The other half of my undershirt was used as a makeshift feminine hygiene pad. “Frank, you won’t tell anyone,” she beseeched. “Will, you?”

I promised I would not tell. And, I didn’t!

Jenna sat in my lap forever, or so it seemed. I’m a ‘half-full glass’ kinda man, so I’ll say that my daughter-in-law was caught in some kind of trance which made it difficult for her to climb off of my half-erect cock. Eventually, she did rise up, but she sat right back down again and allowed one more round of blissful orgasms to flow over her.

In due course, the young woman was filled with Spencer baby-making seeds and she was topped-off with female orgasms. Her cum, my cum, and some assorted juices made a slicky, slimy mess all over us both. Paying little attention to the sinful fluids, Jenna sprang out of my lap and ran for the backdoor.

My babydoll daughter-in-law stopped at the door and spoke apologetically, “Oh my god, I’m soooo sorry, Frank! We won’t speak of this again! You won’t tell anyone, will you?”

Making myself as presentable as the situation allowed, I walked to the weepy-eyed young woman, enfolded her in an unyielding bear-hug, and let her cry her eyes out. When her emotional turmoil subsided, she placed her hands on my chest and looked up at me with her oh-so-innocent, passion-filled eyes. God forgive my sinful heart, but I bent over, kissed her tear-touched lips, and became lost in the glory of forbidden love! Heaven bless Jenna because the angelic beauty kissed me back with the same obsessive need for love!

Reason finally prevailed. Jenna broke away from me and ran for her car. For a gal married to a hotrod mechanic, she sure drove a shitty ride! I’m pretty sure the old Chevy sedan had vinyl seatcovers. If so, her leaking, cum-filled pussy would make no permanent stains. Perhaps I should have given her a torn up tee-shirt as a vaginal pad, yet I didn’t think of it this time.

When I got ready to take my shower, I found my daughter-in-law’s pantyhose lying atop a counter. This might have been a day of firsts for other things, but I had not smelled Jenna’s pussy. Yet, wrong it almost certainly was, I held her hosiery to my nose. Then I remembered, I had her pussy’s cum all over my fingers! Holding my hands over my face, I sniffed the intoxicating aroma of an all-girl female. Oh Lordy, I yearned for the scent of the real thing!

[3] Sunday Evening; a Car, a Bed, and Sweet Confections

I was standing in the churchyard awaiting the beginning of evening service when I heard the unmistakable throaty sounds of a musclecar’s roar. The vehicle’s owner downshifted through three gears then pulled into the church’s parking lot and skidded to a stop.

By now my head had turned to see an almost unbelievable sight. The car was my son’s fully-restored 1966 Corvette convertible! Cherry Red in color, the hopped-up hotrod was my boy’s pride and joy. Absolutely no one drove it but him! More than once, I had heard the young man crudely comment that if asked to choose between this car and his wife, he would pick the car nine days out of ten. This must have been day ten; or else Jenna Spencer had a death wish! My god, that young daughter-in-law of mine was the car’s driver and Ben was nowhere in sight!

Out of concern for the young woman, I made haste getting to the car. Jenna was nicely settled into one of the vehicle’s plush, white-leather bucket seats. Standing above her, I immediately noticed that she was dressed in another sundress, this one being a pretty peach-hued color and just as short as her morning dress. This sexy lady’s slender legs stretched out in front of her seductively.

“Where is Ben?” I quizzed with apprehension.

Giving me a curious look, Jenna answered belligerently, “Your son is spending the night in the woods with his friends! He can go fuck himself for all I care! For all I know, he and his hunting buddies are having a Brokeback Mountain orgy!”

Oh no! “Is there trouble in paradise?” I questioned. “I thought you wanted to have a baby for him!”

Jenna shook her head. “Men!” she spit out. “Sometimes you are so dense. I said that I wanted to have a baby for ME! And, I came to you because I would much rather have you as my baby’s father than just any sperm donor! So Frank, any time you have a need to share some sperm with a woman, then just whistle for me! You know how to whistle, don’t you? You just pucker your lips and blow!”

As soon as those last words left my daughter-in-law’s lips, I noticed the deep red blush which covered her face. She was angry with her husband, so it was understandable that she would lash out and say words she didn’t mean.

“Oh god, Frank, I’m sorry!” Jenna expressed regretfully. “What happened with us earlier today was a fluke. I really, really didn’t mean to cum. I only wanted your…the seeds of your loins. You are the one who insisted on putting them inside me yourself. I don’t think we should do it that way again. Okay?”

This lashing out game can be played both ways. “Hell no, it’s not ‘okay’!” I argued. “I loved screwing your young cunt and I would do it again in a devil’s heartbeat!”

Just then organ music let us know it was time to come in to the church. I allowed Jenna to walk slightly ahead of me so that I could surreptitiously admire the young lady’s sashaying derriere. If those were childbearing hips causing my hardon, then they only needed a little bit more baby fat to make them perfect.

Wouldn’t you know it; that minister’s sermon was all about infidelity! Jenna was sitting with me because…well Jenna always sat with me. I wrote a short note on the back of a church bulletin and handed to the young woman. Actually, the note was more of a questionnaire. It asked; do you feel like a dirty, adulterous, infidel? Check ‘yes’ [ ] or ‘no’ [ ].”

After several hesitant minutes of thought, the questionnaire was handed back to me. Examining the two boxes, I saw an unmistakable checkmark in the box labeled ‘no’ [ X ]. To my incredulous surprise, a pretty little female smiley face accompanied the answer!

Boy oh boy did that checkmark and smiley face speak volumes! Jenna was coming over to the dark side with me! Perhaps we two were coming to the realization that ‘sin’ like beauty was in the eye of the beholder. Putting a nail into that coffin, my sexy young daughter-in-law turned her body towards mine in the church pew, crossed her slender leg over leg, and pulled ever so slightly up on her already-short dress hem.

Goddamn all mighty, I’ve gotta have another piece of that woman’s pussy!

After church, I paid little attention to the handshakes and farewell greetings from friends and neighbors. I jumped into my Dodge Ram truck and floored it in an attempt to get home in the shortest amount of time as possible. About a half mile from my home driveway, a speeding, cherry-red Corvette convertible zipped past me in a blur.

Jenna was sitting on the front porch swing waiting for me. With a concerned look in my eye, I sat in the swing beside her. My hand touched her abdomen. “Damnit girl,” I admonished. “What if your recklessness had caused you to wreck your car? Just where in the world would our baby be then?”

The look in this young woman’s eyes let me know the depths of her adoration for me. The question of whether she loved me or not was put to rest. She did! “I may not even be pregnant yet,” Jenna teasingly announced. “I’m working on getting impregnated…but, I guess I need a real ‘man’ for that!”

I stood abruptly, scooped the sexy young cockteaser up in my arms, and then took her inside my house. Doing double-time, I strode down the hallway, found my bedroom, and then threw my armload of featherweight feminine companion into the middle of my high, four-poster bed. Jenna bounced on the bedcovers with her dress flouncing up like a bunch of peach fuzzy fluff.

Amazingly, the tantalizing temptress reached her hands beneath her peachy frock and pulled her pantyhose down off her ass, her legs, and her feet. As soon as the stripteasing gal’s hosiery cleared her toes, she winked at me mischievously and then she threw the nylon undergarments into my face. “Here, add these to your collection,” she taunted.

I wrapped the fingers of my hands around Jenna’s slender neck, pulled her up to me, and kissed the devil out of her. Or so, I thought. While kissing me back with her sweet, confectionary lips, my daughter-in-law unbuttoned my shirt and allowed it to fall off my broad shoulders. The wicked little minx then unbelted my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, and then dropped them to the floor. With no forethought, I stepped out of my shoes and pants and then kicked off my socks.

Speaking of wrapping fingers around things, Jenna’s wandering hands found my cock. Her ten slim fingers attempted to surround my taut, erect cockflesh. “Wow, Frank,” the woman announced. “This thing ought to be a model for Burger King because it’s a ‘Whopper’! May I have it ‘my way’?”

Jenna’s ‘way’ turned out to be giving my raw meat a few extra-hard hand strokes and then a few wide-mouthed slurpy sucks. After that, the wanton stripper pulled her sundress off her body and then removed her white, lacy bra. Before I could get much of a looky-look at the shape and form of the young woman’s body, she threw her arms around my chest and pressed her nude flesh against mine. Naturally, my arms went around her and I engulfed her in a bearhug hold.

“Mmm Frank, the manliness of you feels so steely-hard, yet I know you to be such an incredibly softhearted person,” Jenna cooed. “I feel like I’m once again a girl who has been caught fishing in a neighborly giant’s pond. The Goliath male I knew back then helped me to cross over into womanhood by tenderly touching and teaching me. I want to be touched and taught by this man again!”

Well hell, my name is not Jack and I’m not a beanstalk, but this sexy, nude young woman began climbing up me! From her high perch in my big bed, she didn’t have far to go. Aided by my hands pushing up on her amazing ass, I soon found a pair of extraordinary breasts pressed to my face. Nickel-sized nipples, one after the other, poked into my suckling mouth. It might have been my imagination, but I could swear I could taste the sweet milk reserved there for my babies! My tongue traced lazy licky-kissy circles all around the feminine flesh of both mammary jugs.

“Stand up in the bed, Sweetheart,” I commanded. I wasn’t sure if Jenna would do it or not, but she did.

Temporarily forgetting all about mammary jugs, I exclaimed, “Hot damn, now that’s what I call a pretty pussy! That nice pee-pee has no pubic hair, it has puffy vaginal lips, it has a long center crack, and that baby has just a hint of tantalizing clit peeking out!”

Tantalizing clits are meant to be tickled, so I tickled the one between my daughter-in-law’s luscious pussylips. The majority of the swelling clit came into my mouth when I sucked on it really hard. But then, I lost it. Jenna’s feet were dancing around on the mattress while trying to keep her standing balance. It was not easy even though she attempted to steady herself with her hands on my head.

The giggling young lady was game, I’ll give her that. She stood her ground as best she could and allowed me to do all the clitlicking and pussysucking as I wanted to do. And, I wanted to do plenty. My trick was in finding a bed dance rhythm which matched my needs. I even managed to embed my tongue deep into the inner depths of my naked girl’s vaginal hole. My slippery oral digit slipped out a time or two or more, but I managed to somehow get it back in and tongue-fuck the bed dancer. So, Jenna thought she could dance; you bet your cunt-loving mouth, she could!

“Frank, I want to ride the ‘Whopper’!” Jenna blurted out. “Please, let me slip down so that can ride your cock!”

Who was I to argue with such an unrepentant request from such an adorably wicked woman? So I released the pussylips I was holding open, I grabbed myself an armload of daughter-in-law, and I allowed her nude body to slide down mine. Actually, Jenna’s satiny skin sort of slithered down my weather-worn flesh. Once proximity to her target was achieved, I felt the hot, drippy moisture falling from her vagina and landing on my cockhead.

With little fanfare, I sat the sweet, young, butterfly wings of Jenna’s inner pussylips atop the throbbing ball of my hard cock. Carnal magnetism made it imperative that they kiss, just for a moment, before mating. The hefty bulk of my sizeable cockshaft then slipped deep into the young lady’s exceedingly wet, tight, little vagina. The stage was now set for another episode of sexual intercourse.

Once again, I found myself holding Jenna’s amazing asscheeks in my hand. “Bounce me, Frank!” the woman ordered. “Oh god, bounce me up and down on your whopper of a penis! Do me rough, do me hard; oh stretch my insides until they almost tear apart!”

I began ‘doing’ Jenna with bouncing hands and hard, upthrusting strokes of my rigid erection. I never would have thought that my sweet little daughter-in-law was a female who liked it rough. Going against my softhearted grain, I maliciously ripped into her. There would be no cushy bed for this naughty girl; oh no, not until I had fulfilled her desires and wishes!

Walking to the bedroom doorway with a woman riding atop my cock, I placed the ass end of her nude body against the immoveable stability of the door jam. Her hands were already holding her up by my neck, so I delivered a command, “Wrap your legs around me!”

With Jenna nearly supporting all her own weight, I slammed my engorged penile pole into her vagina and she screamed. My elongated, distended cockshaft pounded and punished the woman’s little pussy time after time. “Sweetheart,” I said in an impassioned whisper. “Don’t ask for something you are not prepared to receive! And, don’t ask for ‘it’ from a man who is hell-bent on fucking the woman he loves!”

Because of the continuing cockpounding into her pussy, Jenna’s responding voice was made in a stuttering stammer, “You love me, Frank? Oh, I love you, too! I’ve loved you in a way since that day at the pond. I love you now because, well because you are a ‘man’; you are the man I need and want!”

Jenna then added breathlessly, “I know you are cumming, Frank! I’m cumming, too! Will you take me a ride around your house and let us spill cum all over the place?”

That’s just what I did! Maybe I was making a complete fool of myself, but I had my cock impaled within a hot young pussy, so I trotted and galloped into and out of rooms. Oh the glory of sweet orgasmic bliss! My masculine semen and sperm, Jenna’s abundant vaginal juices, and her spurting feminine cum leaked from our loins and dripped everywhere we went. If we were not human, then I suppose I was acting like a horny alpha dog marking his territory and Jenna was the bitch in heat I was chasing!

Yet, there was no chasing here. We two were consenting sinners who had thrown off the boundaries of propriety in a quest for lusty entertainment mixed with a good measure of forbidden love. So exuberant were we in this undertaking, that we weren’t even aware that we had exited the house and were now running around outside.

Moonlight cloaked the chill of the late evening hour. Yet, the moon’s moon-tide magic stirred our loins to once again share orgasmic pleasures. Jenna giggled when I howled like a wolf who had found his life’s mate. The young woman’s giggling merriment turned to joyful squeals when multiple orgasms carried her high. My own elation came when I planted another seminal load deep within my love’s womb.

[4] Aftermath; Chaos and a Change of Conjugal Companions

Jenna stayed longer in the bubble bath than I did. She came to my bed clothed only in her gorgeous, young, freshly-washed birthday suit. She tentatively lifted my bedcovers and took a look at the suit I was given on the day of my birth. “My oh my, my love,” she teased. “I wonder how I knew your whopper would be big and hard again!”

My naughty, nasty, nude young cockteasing daughter-in-law deliberately crawled over me in an effort to drive me crazy. It worked. “Damnit Jen, I’m not giving you back to my son Ben!” I boldly announced.

“I know, Frank,” she responded in a matter-of-fact manner. “This is my home from now on. Let’s make love again and again all night long. I betcha I’m already carrying the hardy little wiggler sperm that will mate with my fertile egg and make us a baby!”

And, so she was! Jenna’s abandonment of her husband (whom, as it turned out, had spitefully had a vasectomy without his wife’s knowledge) and her subsequent ‘shacking-up’ with her father-in-law caused quite a scandal. When this young woman’s abdomen began showing the unmistakable shapes of pregnancy, the scandalous uproar grew louder.

Jenna and I had one steadfast supporter. My young lover’s mother never wavered in her defense of her daughter. I’m not entirely sure why the middle-aged woman was also a defender of me. Perhaps it was because, before Jenna came along to satisfy my sexual needs, she herself was one of my secretive ladyfriend lovers.

Ben moved on and moved in with one of his hotrod buddies. I heard rumors, but I could never confirm the fact that the two were Brokeback Mountain kind of companions. I suppose it really didn’t matter because he had, sadly, but understandably, written me out of his life. His divorce from Jenna was granted on the grounds of abandonment and irreconcilable differences. At least the boy was man enough not to call her out as an adulterous whore.

Nine months after Jenna had lain on my kitchen table and had asked me to plant seminal seeds into her womb by the method of ‘impersonal intercourse’, she gave birth. The boy was a strapping, big fellow. By comparison, his sister, born three minutes latter, was a diminutive little doll. The proud first-time mother beamed as if every wish in her life was coming true.

No, my kids were not bastards! Jenna and I had married two months previously when her divorce from my son had been finalized. Two months after giving birth, my young wife and I were again back to our old selves in and out of bed. We screwed like bunnies daily; we played Ride-the-Whopper around the house and all over the farm; and we fell deeper and deeper in love!


Jenna and I were out taking a hand-in-hand romantic walk out by the best fishing pond I had. We stopped at a certain point. Here, I attempted to grab myself a piece of pussy. “No, Frank,” my woman protested. “I have started my time of the month today.”

I was quite disappointed, but then I had a plan. “Wanna play a game,” I asked. “Let’s pretend that you are the naive, innocent girl having her first bleed while at her neighbor’s pond. I will be the neighborly man who helps you. This time, I want to do to you what I really wanted to do to you then!”

My young wife was always up for one of my role-play games. She shed her clothing in a blink of an eye. I was a minute or two slower. “Little Lady,” I advised. “I know you are quite confused right now because your nice little female part is so messy. But, I have something I can put into your bleeding hole that will stop your discharge. Do you want it stuck in there?”

“Oh, yes Sir, please do it,” the girl answered. “Sir, is it that monstrous thing between your legs?”

“Well, yes it is,” I answered. “Young ladies need to be taught a lesson about trespassing on a neighbor’s property. This may hurt, but it will be quick!”

“Oh, I’m not afraid, Sir, although that thing is awfully big,” the girl hesitantly replied. “Your name is, Frank, isn’t it? Well Frank, if you can help me, please, please do it!”

I lay the girl down on the grass near the pond. I spread her legs and climbed inside them on my knees. As I laid myself atop her young body, the girl instinctively guided my erection into the messy hole at the center of her feminine being.

My intentions were to be very, very gentle, and at first, I was. But, as frictional fires intensified, I thrust into the girl faster and faster and harder and harder. Finally, I began filling the girl’s vaginal cavity with my milky white seminal cream. To my surprise, the girl’s own body was feeling a great deal of orgasmic heat. She squealed, I howled, and we two experienced the ecstasy of carnal conjoining.

I suppose I had tricked the innocent girl just so I could get a piece of pussy…or, perhaps she had tricked me to get a piece of cock. In either case, we ended up creating more of a mess than we started with. I had a remedy for that! I scooped the female up in my arms and walked into the waters of the pond with her. We washed, we kissed, and we loved the love we shared.

“Oh Frank,” Jenna, my wife, whispered. “You come up with the best games in the world to play! This was my first time having menstrual sex. Now I know we can do it again.”

I am totally enchanted by this woman I love and I know she loves me. God willing, we will live happily ever after!

The End

Naughty & Nice Little Daughter-in-Law,
Turns into,
Naughty & Nice Little Wife

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