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Subject: incest story: "My Daughter's Husband"                                                                                        760344
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Date: Thu, 23 Apr 2009 03:55:31 +0000
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My Daughter's Husband

By Veronica

I took a long drag from my Winston and gazed at him over the top of my
tortoise shell frames.  I  sat  with  my  legs  crossed,  one  smooth,
charcoal stockinged knee exposed through my  dress  skirt,  unbuttoned
from the hem.

He sat at the breakfast table, reading the paper in his underwear,  as
he usually did on weekday mornings.  I had gotten quite used to seeing
my son-in-law in various stages of dress, since he and my daughter had
moved in.  But on this cold November morning, something was noticeably
different.  His boxers were open slightly, revealing the  bulbous  tip
and vertical slit of his large, thick penis,  flaccid.   He  just  sat
there with his dick out, as if nothing were unusual.

I had noticed it when I passed by him to pour my first cup of  coffee,
expecting him to adjust himself.  I wanted to  look,  of  course,  but
what would he think?  Through the corner of my eye, I  could  see  him
groping with his crotch behind the paper as I reached into the cabinet
for a cup.  When I turned to sit down at the table, I  was  astonished
to see that he'd pulled the head out a little farther.   I  turned  my
eyes slowly, pretending not to notice.  I decided to play  along  with
him rather than say  something,  intrigued  and  more  than  a  little
aroused.  What could he hope to accomplish by  doing  that?   I  asked
myself.  Surely, he wanted me to see it.

As the thought flashed through my mind, I became aware that my nipples
were hard against the cups of the navy blue  silk  bra  I'd  found  in
Singapore, He looked up from the paper as he reached for  his  coffee.
Nothing in his facial expression would indicate he had anything sexual
in mind.  He looked completely casual.  Nothing deliberate  about  it.
Oh my prick is showing?  Oops.  Sorry.

I began to feel rather warm and wet.  He was a  desirable  man  and  I
wanted him, even if he was married to my daughter.   The  tension  was
almost unbearable.  I made my decision.  I dropped my coffee spoon  on
the floor under the table.  To make it look good, I cursed as  I  slid
out of my chair to retrieve it.  From this vantage point,  I  thought,
I'll have a few seconds to study it without him noticing.

He spread his knees slightly.  I watched  breathlessly  as  the  shaft
stiffened and bounced.  Just my being close  to  him  was  making  him
hard.  I hesitated, then gave in to a wild impulse.  I crawled over to
him, silent as a cat, and blew lightly on the head from less  than  an
inch away.  Immediately, his member jumped to attention, just  grazing
my red lips as I pulled back, startled.

He put the newspaper aside and looked down at me kneeling at his  feet
as his erection bobbed in my face.

"Found it," I said, picking up the lost spoon.

"You like?"  he smiled.

"Mmm, hmm."  I answered.

He beat his meat in front of me.  I watched while he pulled his  ample
foreskin back and forth rapidly.  His cockhead grew even larger as  he
stroked.  I watched him  expand  to  his  full  length,  mushroom  rim
flaring as he teased his wand to orgasm.  I couldn't  control  myself.
I opened my mouth and beckoned him to come  in  it.   In  seconds,  my
face, freshly made for  the  business  day,  was  coated  in  viscous,
pearlescent milk.  I writhed in pleasure as he unloaded.  I tasted his
custard on my tongue, hot thick, love lather, strong  and  salty.   My
puss tingled with delight as I reveled in submission to his big,  sexy
dick.

I drink my son-in-law's semen regularly now.  It's become a habit.  He
whips it out and I kneel and pray for rain.  I am his  to  use  as  he
pleases.  I hope he never tells my daughter.  That would be no fun.

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