This Isn't Really Incest? (CLosed)

[garajd]

Bret Carnahan, 52, was enjoying the reception after his son's wedding. Yes, his ex- (Brad's mom) was there, but He still managed to enjoy himself. Brad's new wife was an incredibly gorgeous and delightful young woman. Grabbing another drink from the bar, Bret moved to the end of the bar and chatted with a few of Brad's friends from college.

Once the dance ended, I moved toward the happy couple, "Is this the time the father of the groom gets to dance with his new daughter-in-law?"

Your eyes light up as we start dancing; fortunately, for me a relatively slow dance. Although you are my son's wife, I pull you close (closer than appropriate) and hold you tight as we move around the floor. I'm sure you may be a bit uncomfortable, but you don't seem to resist and allow me to hold you like this until the dance is over. Since we are in the corner, away from Brad and his friends, I lean in and give you a kiss on the lips . . . "Damn, you taste good."

I let it go at that and lead you back by the hand to Brad, and, with a bow, give you back to you husband.

 

[garajd]

Bump . . . waiting for my new partner to join me.

And here she is!!!!!

 

[cybal]

Dear Diary,
What a perfect day! Brad was gorgeous and the wedding went as planned. The only unexpected thing was Brad's dad. He kissed me. On the lips after we danced. I am a proper southern girl and kisses on the lips are something only people who are dating or married do. My parents don't even kiss me on the lips!
I must say it was surprising but it was after a dance with him. He held me tight and I became aware of his body. He is older but in good shape and I swear was semi hard against me. I could not help but get aroused as he smells like Brad and I can only hope Brad looks as good as he does in his fifties.
Laying here next to my exhausted Brad on our wedding night is an odd sensation. Everything has been great, even the sex tonight was better than any we have ever had before. He went down on me and that was amazing. And we found positions I did not know existed. I don't know if it was the drinks or what but Brad lasted much longer than normal. Phew!
But I sit here awake still thinking about his dad. He is alone down the hall in the hotel and I wonder if he thought of me after the dance. He was probably just drunk and I am a pretty young thing, something he probably has not had a chance to kiss in a long time and got carried away.
We are going back to Brad's dads tomorrow for a few days before leaving on our honeymoon. I wonder...

 

[garajd]

I really wanted to ask her to dance again before the party ended; probably pushing it, so I hung around with some family friends while the newlyweds partied and then headed off to their room for the night. Just holding you close during "our" dance was enough to get me aroused . . . don't know if you noticed or not, but I sure felt it.

Rather than stay at the hotel, I headed back to my place. A nice house just outside of town. When Brad's mom and I divorced, she got the house and a nice monthly check. I still do ok; bought this house (paid cash) and a Corvette. So, even now, I do ok when I decide to date.

Small inlet from a large lake at the back of my property; I have a small (24') pontoon boat that is great for drifting, sunbathing, and drinking beer on the lake. I keep it in a small boathouse at the back of the property. I need to get up early in the morning and clean off the dock and have the boat ready . . . Brad and his new wife are spending a couple of days with me before flying out on their honeymoon. Bet I hear plenty of moans from the guest room down the hall.

 

[cybal]

In the car on the way out to e Brad's dad's place Brad asked me what was wrong as the weight of my memory of the dance with his dad weighed on me. I blamed it on too much champagne as I stared out the window.
"Was he going to approach me? What should I do? I don't want to be a frigid bitch to the man who has been so nice to me. It was Brad's father who talked Brad down when I cheated on him when we were dating." thoughts ran through my head. We got to the lake house and pulled into the tree covered gravel drive as Mr Carnahan was walking up from the boat house.
He gave us a big wave and gave Brad the customary hand shake then I gave him a hug. His hip pressed into mine in an awkward way for relatives.
"You guys hungry? I can make us some brunch?" he asked with an infectious smile. I took note of how good he looked in the tshirt and shorts and his sweet corvette was parked nearby. He was a pretty hot old guy I had to admit.
Brad was hungry so we went inside and had some pancakes and champagne. Brad got he bags from the car and put them upstairs in the guest room. I excused myself to put on my bikini as we were planning to spend the day on the boat relaxing.
I walked up the stairs which were part of the great room where Brad and Bret sat, their eyes following my short short cut off jeans up as I walked.
Marriage had turned Brad into a beast in bed. Twice last night then again this morning. He was even grabbing me as he drove. I guess now I see the family resemblance.

 

[garajd]

Thinking to myself, "Damn, Brad, you did good. And you almost fucked it up when she did cheat on you."

Walking into the house, "I've got the boat all ready to go if you guys just want to hang out on the lake. I can use the row boat to stay here and give you some time alone and then I can row out later and join you. Whatever you want to do."

After brunch, Brad and I sit back with our coffee and watch the new Mrs. Carnahan walk up the stairs to change for the boat. Damn, girl, those shorts are enough to give an old man like me a hard-on.

Turning to Brad, "C'mon, I need to fill the cooler with some cold beer and whatever else you want to drink before we get the boat out."

 

[cybal]

Getting naked in the strange bedroom is an odd turn on. Two men both attracted to me and all alone out here. A combination of fear and desire ran through me as I looked out the window and watched them carry a cooler to the boat. I ran my hands over my body, naked in the shadows behind the window.
Will they both come out on the boat? Does Brad know his dad is into me? I wondered as my hands slid down from my perky 34b tits to my clean shaven mound. "God that feels good" I thought as my fingers circled my button. "I hope only Brad is not he boat cause, believe it or not I want more" I thought excited with the sex and all the desire marriage has brought.
I slip on my black thong bikini knowing it will definitely attract some attention. I walk downstairs and out to the boat in nothing else, confident and ready.

 

[garajd]

As Brad and I ease the boat out of the boathouse and tie it up to the dock, I look up and see Betsy walking down the path from the house . . . in a black thong bikini, obviously very confident as she doesn't attempt to cover up with a towel or shirt!!

I can almost see Brad drooling over his wife, waiting to get her in the middle of the lake alone. Brad sees her, too, and heads for the house, "Going to change, then we can get going."

As he disappears into the house, I take you by the hand and lead you thru the boathouse, toward the dock. Before we walk onto the dock, I pull you close to me, "Think I need to give you a proper greeting."

I feel a bit of resistance, but once my lips meet yours, I feel you respond and press, ever so slightly, against me. Not wanting to push it to far just yet, I keep my hands on your back, caressing up and down, but resisting the temptation to squeeze your ass.

Hearing the house door close, we head out to the dock and I show you around the boat.

 

[cybal]

Seeing Brad disappear I wonder if Bret will make a move. The invitation into the boat house was obvious and I wanted it. His kiss was sudden and I was taken aback for a moment before pushing my tongue into his mouth. I ached to feel his older experienced hands on my tight ass but he resisted and before it began he was letting me go.
I walked on the boat weak kneed and hornier than hell. I sat down and crossed my legs, unsure of who I wanted on that boat. There were two hard cocks looking down at me and I wanted them both!
"You have a lovely home Bret" I said in my friendliest voice as my back still tingled where his fingers had been and my mouth was wet with his kiss. "You will have to give me a full tour later."

 

[garajd]

"I'm sure we can arrange that. I'll send Brad into town to pick up some steaks to grill out this evening and you will get a private tour."

As Brad reaches the dock, I step off the boat, "I think you know how to handle everything. I've got a few things to do in the house, so I'll row out and join you in an hour or so. Maybe after we get back, you can run into town and pick up some steaks, burgers, whatever you want and we can get the grill going while you do that?"

With Brad's response, "Sure", I see your eyes light up. Stepping off the boat, Brad walks back toward the motor to get it moving, I 'innocently' rub my cock thru my shorts and head toward the house.

 

[cybal]

As Brad leans over the back of the boat I get up go to him running my hand around his hip and to his cock through his bathing suit. I look up at you watching and smile. Brad pushes me away nervous his dad is around and I laugh and sit back down. Once Brad has the engine started I move up to where he is driving and begin giving him a hand job. Once out of site of his dad he lets me and spews all over the dashboard.
I take my place on the front of the boat and take off my top. Brad acts concerned without another soul in sight.
"You are my husband, you have done far worse to me than see my tits haven't you?" I ask in a dirty tone.
"What has gotten into you?" he asks with a smile.
"I don;t know, all that good loving with that big dick of yours I guess" I tease as he already starting to tent his suit again.

 

[garajd]

The smile on your face when you grab Brad's cock keeps me hard all the way back to the house. Damn, all I can do to keep from going to my bedroom and jerking off . . . but gonna save this load for someone else, and I don't think it will be too long before she gets it.

Sitting in my home office, I take care of a few business related phone calls, then change to my speedo and a pair of loose gym shorts to head out to the boat. Picking up a pair of binoculars I keep on my desk, I look out over the lake and see the two of you on the boat. Have no idea what all has happened between the two of you, but I can see your bikini top lying on a deck chair.

Picking up my cell phone, I call Brad's number, watch him pick up thru the binoculars, "Going to head out in a few minutes; anything you need me to bring?" Betsy can decide if she is going to cover those gorgeous tits before I get there!

 

[cybal]

Brad's phone rings as I am laying with sun hot on my sweaty chest as I lay nearly naked on the boat. I can still taste Brad's cum from the blow job I treated him to on the way out here. I was so horny after the dock play I can only hope it is "dad" on the phone. I listen and Brad asks for some more beer so I assume so.
"I guess I better cover up" I say to brad as he puts down the phone. Getting up and moving to the cabin where Brad is pretty drunk already I run my hand under his chin and tease him with my naked breasts before going further back and getting my bikini top.
"Dad coming out?" I ask trying not to sound too excited.

 

[garajd]

Watching thru the binoculars before I leave my office; seeing your gorgeous tits as you bounce around the deck getting dressed after Brad puts away his phone. Guess you know I'm on my way.

Picking up a few more beers, I head down to the dock and get in the row boat, powered by a trolling motor and reach you guys in a few minutes. Stepping up on the deck, handing Bad the beer to add to the cooler, it seems your face is a bit more flushed than it should be from just sunning the on the water.

"Looks like you two got a little sun. We probably better head back before too long so Brad can run into town for those steaks and whatever else we need for dinner tonight." Brad can't see it, but I think I detect a 'nasty' smile on your face.

 

[cybal]

"MMmm steaks!" I say excitedly. "I could use some red meat." My words are not lost on Bret as Brad is half drunk, half spent. I go to Brad and put my arms around his neck and press my tits into his back as he steers the boat.
"May be you should let your dad drive baby?" I purr giving Bret a 'cum fuck me' look like he has never seen.
I step back from Brad and feel your eyes move from my bare feet up to my thick blonde hair. I turn slowly giving you a full picture as I bend over the cooler to get a beer. I look back, catching you staring and ask "Brad, want another one?" staring at dad the whole time.
I open a beer for myself and sit down as my head races. I am horny as hell and this whole scene is something out of my teenage lusty fantasies but am I really going to do it? Am I really going to fuck my father in law? The day after my wedding?
We get back tot he dock and Brad asks me if I want to stay and help Bret get ready for dinner. I pause as my heart races. I know I cannot refuse Bret if I stay.
"OK< you drive safe" I hear myself say and feel Bret's hand on the small of my back as he steps up next to me and says "Don't worry son, she will be in good hands."

 

[garajd]

Having shed my gym shorts as soon as I climbed on the boat, I know that my cock is straining at my speedo. Your eyes seem glued to my growing shaft when you says"Maybe you should let your dad drive, baby?" Get the distinct feeling you are hinting at driving more than the boat!

Not sure that we should really let Brad drive into town by himself, but once we get back to land and he helps unload the boat and get it safely in the shed, he seems pretty solid. While the two of you make out the shopping list, I make a quick phone call.

"Hey, Brenda, it's Bret. Brad and Betsy are staying here for a couple of days. Brad is on his way into town to pick up some steaks dinner. How about he picks you up on the way back? OK? Don't forget your toothbrush."

Going back into the kitchen, handing Brad some cash, "Brad, you remember Brenda that worked for me? Here's her address. Pick her up on the way back here. I don't want to interfere too much with you two, so she will come back and keep me company."

Brad, "Yeah, I remember her," in a voice with just a touch of lust. "See you guys in a little while." As he heads out the door, my hand finally cups that gorgeous ass, "How about that private tour of my house, Betsy?"

 

[cybal]

"Brenda?" I ask angrily. "What the hell?" I say stepping away from you. "Tease me into a frothy mess and then invite another woman?" My anger oozes from me as I envisioned Brad passing out early and having the rail strapped in that speedo for the whole night.
I walk to the back deck and stair out over the lake as the dust from Brad pulling away settles back down. My head spins with strong emotions and desires.
"brenda?" I hiss under my breath not sure why I am not enough.

 

[garajd]

Grabbing you from behind and spinning you around, cupping my hand behind you neck, and pressing my lips to yours in a passionate kiss. As the kiss lingers, I slide my hands down your back, grab your ass with both hands and pull you roughly against my body, my hard cock rubbing against your barely covered cunt.

Not waiting for you to say anything else, I break the kiss, take you by the hand and lead you to my bedroom. Not waiting for you, I rip off my speedo . . ."It's all yours Betsy!! As far as Brenda is concerned, I know Brad will have you all night to himself. And, fuck Betsy, I need someone too."

 

[cybal]

My small hands caress your face as your powerful dominance controls me. There was no pointing resisting after your initial kiss. Your tongue jetting into my mouth thick and wet. Your hands strong on my neck and back.
"Oh god Bret take me" I sigh light in you arms as you throw me on the bed like a toy. "How long have you wanted this?" I ask slipping my bikini off as you stand naked, erect, enraged at the foot of the bed. I smile sweetly as you cannot help but stroke your cock. I spread my clean shaven legs and massage my breasts.
"Do you want me daddy?" I purr in the naughtiest voice you have ever heard. "DO you want your son's wife? Do you want to taste me?" I ask bringing two fingers to my lips and wetting them with my tongue.
"Do you want to kiss me down here?" I ask sliding my moist fingers along my engorged lips.
I bring my fingers back to my mouth as I ask "Do you want to put that man sized cock in my sweet young mouth?" as I suck my musky fingers into my thin lips.
"Or do you want to wait for Brenda?" I say in my bitchiest vocie closing my legs and rolling to my stomach.

 

[garajd]

"You know the answer to that, you little bitch." Trying not to be too harsh, but two can pay this little game . . . and we both know who is going to win. You have already crossed the line of wanting my hard cock. Hell, I can just jerk off and splatter my cum all over you and be satisfied; but you need a hard cock, my cock, to satisfy you.

Taking your legs in my hands, I roll you over onto your back and spread them, revealing just how wet and aroused you are. Crawling up over you, pressing the tip of my cock against your pussy and rubbing against your clit, "Now, are you ready to just give in and enjoy?"

I wrap my lips around a nipple and feel your body squirm under mine.

 

[cybal]

Unable to deny my desire my body is trembling, nipples stiff. The air is thick with the dewy musk of my spread legs.
"Fuck you!" I hiss playing hard to get, wanting to feel how much your experienced body must have my tight young body. How much I have teased you into a fucking frenzy. "You gonna fuck me? Gonna fuck your sweet daughter in law?" I ask pushing to possibly too far. "Going to try and do better than your stud of a son?" I add in to further stir your pot.

 

[garajd]

Pulling back from you and sitting back on my thighs between your legs, my hard cock at the ready, "This is not a fucking contest, Betsy. You've been wanting my dick in that sweet cunt of yours for a long time. You have been trying all day to find the time and place. Right? And now you're going to fuck it up by getting your feelings hurt. So, you tell me, what's it going to be? You know as well as I do that Brad will probably drink too much the rest of the day and you'll go to bed tonight begging him to fuck you. He'll be dead to the world . . . you can come in with me and Brenda."

"So . . . what's it going to be?" Still between your thighs, stroking my hard cock.

 

[cybal]

I look at you and as much as I want it I resist.
"You really expect me to believe you are going to walk away?" I ask leting my legs fall apart. Let that boozer son pass out on top of me while you have some old secretary knowing you could have had this?" I say with an arrogant snottiness my mother would have been proud of.
"If you can then you should" I say calling your bluff.

 

[garajd]

"Your call, Betsy." As I stand and walk toward the shower. "And, for your information, that 'old secretary' has a body you will be wishing for in 20 years. She's had 2 kids, put up with a prick for a husband, and now is enjoying life on her terms."

Leaving the bathroom door open as I step into the shower, still hard . . .

 

[cybal]

I roll over putting my face in the pillow and scream "FUCK!" as you called my bluff. God I want to go in there and have that beautiful cock but part of me wants to make you insane. Get you so horny for me you just force me. My hand slides under me and between my legs massaging my clit for some relief. My mind races with the sound of the shower and knowing Brad will be back soon and probably asleep before i can even get him hard.
I roll back over and stand up. I walk to the bathroom and look at you through the glass shower door. I begin to touch myself again as you look at me. The idea of masturbating in front of a man has never really dawned on me but this is too much. I cup my breast as I look at you in the shower staring at me. My free hand between my legs rubbing my aching button. I glance down at your hand gliding easily up an down you soapy cock. I bend my knees and slide down the wall a little opening my legs fir my fingers to probe inside myself.
"Cum with me" I say softly.