Your wife loves me. I'm everything she ever wanted in a daughter-in-law - sweet and kind, smart and with a good job who looks after your son and treats him well. Your son loves me too. I'm sure you remember the moment he first mentioned me to you, how excited he was about being able to introduce the woman he hoped to marry one day.
They're both blissfully unaware of what's been going on for years now though. What started as a drunken kiss at the end of a family Christmas party after everyone had gone to bed had woken something in us. So when you came round to my apartment to talk about it, I don't think we were too surprised with what came next.
That first time on my sofa, clothes ripped off in passion neither of us recognize anymore. The most carnal sex of my entire life under my boyfriend's dad, crying out as his thickset form holds me close and pounds into my pussy with reckless abandon.
The time I moved in with your son, and while he and your wife went off to go get lunch you helped me christen our new bed, lithe body riding your vigorously and your strong arms gripping my hips as you pull me deeper onto your cock. And later that night telling my boyfriend I wasn't in the mood when he tried to instigate because of it.
The engagement party where both mine and your families are all there in the village hall. Where my new fiancé wondered where I'd got to, not knowing my dress was up past my hips and my panties pulled aside. That his dad was vigorously taking me from behind against a kitchen counter, our hands clasped together so our ring fingers are touching.
The wedding day where I become your daughter-in-law. Where you came to visit me in the bridal suite under the disguise of seeing how I'm doing. That's what you told your wife. What actually happened was my wedding dress was lifted up and my soon to be father-in-law fucked me against a wall, so that when I came to walk down the aisle his cum was still soaking into my panties.
Or the time when we came to tell you our news. That you're going to be grandparents. And when you take me aside from the celebrations, I tell you what we both know - it's yours. We kissed in the kitchen and later that night, after I'd gone to bed early due to my pregnancy, and with the rest of the family downstairs, you'd come to me. And while your son and wife talked about potential names for your grandchild, you held me close and penetrated me over and over again.
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