The Dirty In-Law (Public Release) (Patreon)

It was early morning. Angela was doing the dishes. Her husband, David, was still finishing up his breakfast at the dining table. The couple were in their mid to late twenties: David was 28, while Angela was 25.

Angela possessed an undeniable allure. The striking beauty stood 5'7" tall, with a cascade of platinum blonde hair gathered into a casually elegant ponytail. Her eyes, as deep and enchanting as the ocean, sparkled with life. Her shapely figure was accentuated by elegant curves that seemed perfectly placed to grace her enticing frame. Angela took pride in her dedication to staying in shape; her tightly sculpted physique was complemented by a well-proportioned D-cup bust.

In contrast to his captivating wife, David was your quintessential regular guy. He was not much taller than Angela and his nondescript brown hair exhibited no extraordinary features. As a result, he projected a relaxed and unassuming air.

The couple enjoyed a content and stable life. Their jobs provided security, allowing them to lead a comfortable life. The couple’s satisfaction with their life together had only been enhanced by the addition of their beautiful 1-year-old daughter, Lily.

"I'll be working a bit later than usual today, honey,” David said as he took a last sip of his coffee and began collecting his dishes. “We've got a deadline for a project at my work, and I need to make sure it's finished by tomorrow. So, don't wait up for me," David concluded, as he deposited his dishes next to the sink. Angela acknowledged his words with a hum and a nod.

"You've been working late a lot recently, dear,” Angela said. “Are you sure everything is okay at your job?" Angela’s tone was tinged with concern, even though she had an underlying acceptance of the situation.

"Yeah, I have had a lot on my plate lately,” David agreed, waving one of the breakfast plates as if to illustrate his point. ”But don't worry, honey. Once we wrap up these current projects, things should calm down quite a bit. I promise," David reassured his wife. Checking the time on his watch, he nearly choked on his last swallow of coffee. "Oh, shit! I'm going to be late!" he exclaimed as he hastily gathered his belongings.

"Watch your language, David," Angela chided, sending him a small, playful glare. David responded with a smile and leaned over to kiss his lovely wife. Even though it was just a brief smooch on the cheek, his parting kiss still conveyed a fond intimacy.

"Okay, I'll see you later tonight, provided you're still awake," he said, bidding her farewell. "I love you!"

"I love you too, dear. See you later," Angela replied, as she resumed washing the dishes.

David rushed into the garage and drove swiftly away. Angela continued to hum to herself as she finished up her task. But as she did, she heard footsteps approaching her quite heavily from behind. Then two strong arms wrapped around her torso, enfolding her warmly. A pair of large old hands belonging to the mysterious figure then began to grope Angela’s soft breasts, kneading them salaciously.

She knew that it couldn’t be her husband who was taking these liberties with her body, since he had just left. But the stranger’s sneak attack wasn’t met with any sort of surprise. “Mhhm, good morning, sexy,” the mysterious man greeted. Turning her head to face the newcomer, Angela rolled her sparkling blue eyes.

"Ah, good morning, Hank," she replied, trying to maintain her composure despite the salacious assault on her succulent breast, her tone of voice conveying no hint that the manhandling of her mammaries was bothering her in any way.

Hank, in his mid-sixties, was David's father and Angela's father-in-law. He had moved in with them a little under two years ago. Hank was a bit shorter than both David and Angela and sported a bald head. Years of indulging in alcohol had given him a noticeable beer gut, and he wasn't in the best shape.

Initially, David hadn’t had any intention of inviting his father to live with them. He and Hank had lost touch for over a decade after David had left home, not due to any strain in his relationship with his father, but simply a result of living separate lives and drifting apart. However, after David’s mom passed away, leaving Hank on his own. David's extended family encouraged him to let his father move in to stave off his loneliness and potential isolation. Though initially reluctant, David eventually gave in when Angela added her kind-hearted persuasion to the weight of feelings from the larger family. David had been worried that living with his father might prove awkward but, somewhat surprisingly, their relationship had only deepened after his father moved in. To David’s surprise, Hank and Angela also seemed to get along well. Little did he know, maybe they got along a little too well...

“I- ah, thought you would still be sleeping? Why are you up so early?” Angela inquired, wincing at his touch. She turned her head to one side and saw Hank’s eyes riveted on the work of his hands.

“Hmm, I just heard David’s car leaving. So I wanted to get a head start. How long will he be gone today?” Hank eagerly asked.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Angela smirked. Hank playfully tugged her closer, causing her to gasp and giggle. "He said he'll be late again. So we’ll be all alone for the rest of the day," she revealed, her voice now resonating with mischief.

Hank couldn't help but chuckle deviously as he began to kiss Angela's long, exposed neck. "Good," he said in an eager tone. "Once you're done here, meet me in my room."

Angela tilted her head to the side, granting Hank easier access to her neck. "Ah, mhm. But I still need to feed Lily," she groaned, feeling his strong pudgy hands squeeze her breasts even harder through her t-shirt.

Hank snarled in annoyance but nodded in understanding that the baby must come first. “Fine, but after that, you come to my room, got it? I need some of that sweet ass of yours,” Hank ordered. Releasing his grasp, the old man backed away, giving his son’s wife a playful parting spank on the butt as he retreated upstairs.

Angela couldn’t help but blush and feel fluttered at his naughty actions. She just nodded, trying to hide her excited grin. Hank smirked proudly and proceeded back upstairs to his room. Taking a moment to gather herself together, Angela sighed and finished up the dishes.

Her secret affair with Hank had commenced not too long after he moved into their home. Initially, she’d regarded him as nothing more than a friendly, elderly father-in-law. He would lend a hand around the house when he could, and offered pleasant company whenever David was absent from work. Hank occasionally interjected flirtatious remarks and compliments about her appearance, though at first Angela had dismissed them as no more than playful banter. She clung to her belief that Hank just saw her as a daughter. But, one fateful day when David was absent due to an out-of-state trip for his job, everything shifted dramatically.

During that time, David was undergoing a particularly long stretch of late nights at work, which also required a fair amount of travel out of town. These long hours and frequent absences took their toll on Angela. She was excruciatingly horny since David was rarely around to make love to her. Hank was keenly aware of this since he definitely did not share Angela’s view that he only saw her as a daughter. To the contrary, from the moment he had first seen her gallivanting around, displaying those perky tits and that curvaceous ass, he had wanted to sink his cock into her. David’s frequent absences and Angela’s resulting increase in horniness had provided him with the perfect opportunity to convert Angela into his live-in provider of sexual services.

It happened on a typical Friday evening. Hank and Angela were engrossed in a televised sports game, relishing a bottle of wine. At this fateful moment in their lives, Lily had not yet entered the picture, leaving Angela with plenty of time on her hands and no husband available to help her fill her evenings. From Angela’s point of view, she was just enjoying an entirely ordinary evening in the company of her father-in-law. Little did she know that the old man was about to launch his devious long-term plan.

As the evening elapsed and the two made small talk while watching the game, Hank steadily plied Angela with wine. Angela had no reason to be on guard against her father-in-law in the first place, and the continual flow of wine eroded her inhibitions even further. One glass multiplied into two, then three, and so on. Hank strategically positioned himself right beside her as they drank. Eventually, Angela became tipsy enough for Hank to make his move.

That’s when their family life changed forever. Angela could no longer recall every detail of that night with absolute clarity. Over time, what occurred had increasingly faded into a distant memory. However, one thing remained vivid in her memory: Hank had introduced her to pleasures she had never experienced before in her life.

At first, Angela had naturally grappled with overwhelming guilt at the realization that she had betrayed her husband with his own father. Her mind sought to rationalize her actions by attributing them to her inebriated state, acknowledging that she had succumbed to her body's desires. The morning after, Angela engaged in a heartfelt conversation with Hank, expressing that what had transpired was a grievous mistake and should never be repeated.

Hank and Angela concurred that it was imperative to keep this transgression a closely guarded secret. Forgetting the illicit encounter was clearly in the best interest of everyone involved, particularly David. However, as the days and weeks went by, Angela found it increasingly challenging to put that fateful night out of her mind.

To her surprise, Hank had proven to be incredibly well-endowed and virile for his age. As best she could recall, his cock was a good eight inches long and incredibly thick. Her husband was a good four inches smaller than his own father and very average in girth. The vivid memories of her pussy being filled like never before plagued the young wife’s mind. Hank was just so big! And not only was he big, but he also had erogenous skills to match his outstanding length and girth! Not to mention his incredible stamina for a man in his sixties and rather out-of-shape form. He consistently lasted far longer than David ever had. Angela wondered why her husband had failed to inherit his father's sexual prowess. This understandable curiosity and the inevitable comparisons only enhanced the intensity of her reminiscences about that fateful night. Her wandering thoughts and strange longings rapidly escalated into an unquenchable craving centered on Hank’s impressive masculinity. Her growing fixation on his cock got so bad that she struggled to focus on her now part-time job at the hospital due to having to take care of Lily, and her chores at home.

Meanwhile, Hank was all too aware of the effect his cock was exerting on his son’s alluring wife. He was confident that she would eventually be forced to come crawling back to his throbbing member. He was eager to envelop himself in her tight married pussy again. But he knew he had to bide his time. Hank didn’t want to make any hasty or aggressive moves that might disturb the cravings that were working away at Angela’s moral compunctions. In the meantime, he stuck to playing the part of the jolly old man of the house.

Inevitably, his efforts were rewarded. David was still mired in long hours at work. Not only was Angela physically frustrated and horny, but her thoughts, obsessively revolving around Hank’s formidable instrument, held open the continual temptation of immediately gratifying her desires. Finally, with her husband again interminably unavailable due to his chronic overwork, she capitulated. It was she who overcame her modesty, her embarrassment, and her timidity, to blushingly ask Hank if they could just do it just one more time. She explicitly stated that this was going to be a one-time thing. Of course, the lecherous old man accepted.

Angela had convinced herself that this minor lapse, this small additional violation of her marital chastity, would allow her to put all this behind her for good. But the reminder of how good it felt to have sex with Hank only drew her in deeper; one sneaky hook-up turned into two, then three. It didn’t take very long at all before they were doing it whenever they could. Anytime they felt like it. And of course, all this was done right under David’s nose. Aided and abetted by his incessant work-driven absences, they became so adept at hiding their naughty affair that David never batted an eye. Of course, on some level, Angela still felt bad that she was cheating on David with his own father. There were plenty of times that she was disgusted with herself. But David’s failure to provide Angela with any sort of attention to their sex life had placed an unremitting strain on her needs. She rationalized that she was only doing this to relieve her sexual frustrations. And those weren’t her fault, or even David’s: the blame lay with his endlessly demanding job. And on the easy availability of a father-in-law who just happened to have a magnificent cock, unfailing stamina, and irresistible skills. But deep down inside, she was unable to deny that there was a taboo element about fucking her husband’s father that had her firmly hooked on her actions. It was just so wrong, so naughty...

Drying her hands, Angela plucked Lily’s bottle out of the refrigerator so she could feed the sweet baby all the liquid nutrition she could hold. When the baby had finished drinking, the mother cleaned her little girl up before laying the sleepy and satiated baby back in her crib in her and David’s room. Kissing Lily on the forehead, Angela carefully cooed nursery tunes over the baby until she fell deeply back asleep. She watched as her baby’s little eyelids closed over her blue eyes, their color closely matching her own. Angela was happy to see that Lily looked like a replica of her when she was a baby. “Be back soon, my precious pumpkin,” Angela carefully whispered, giving her one more kiss on the forehead.

As she headed for the door, her motherly duties momentarily discharged, Angela could no longer overlook how riled up and aroused she was as she prepared herself for some more naughty fun with Hank. Hurrying down the hall to his room, she paused only long enough to open and close the door quietly as she slipped inside and locked the door behind her. Once inside, Angela quickly surveyed Hank’s room. It was messy with empty beer cans and discarded clothing strewn all about. The air was thick, reeking of sex from their previous lustful escapades. She could have sworn that she had helped Hank clean his room not all that long ago. Sighing, Angela made a mental note to clean his room again. There was no particular reason for David to investigate Hank’s room. But it was better to be safe than sorry. She certainly wouldn’t want to give her husband any reason to become suspicious of the mysterious smell.

As her ocean blue eyes caught sight of Hank, they widened to see him lying there butt naked. His legs were splayed apart on his bed, messy with sweat and cum stains from their energetic rutting. But Angela’s attention was immediately drawn to his erect cock projecting powerfully upward as he slowly stroked it. All thoughts of hygienic housekeeping fled her mind.

"Heh, you sure took your time," Hank sneered, his smile widening as he observed his son's sexy wife standing before him. "How's baby Lily?" he asked, his voice carrying a touch of genuine concern.

Angel smirked mischievously and replied, “I just put her back to sleep. We should have a couple of hours before she wakes up again.” Hank’s face held a proud grin as he gave this victorious sort of nod.

“Good, now get out of those clothes and come suck my cock, you sexy little mommy.” Angela blushed at his brash orders. She loved being talked to like that like she wasn’t a prideful working mother married to a loving husband but was in reality rather a depraved wanton and adulterous wife. She wished David would order her around in the bedroom in the same forceful terms. He was always very modest and restrained when it came to bedroom talk.

Obediently nodding, Angela lifted her t-shirt over her head and tossed it aside: she wore no bra so her full perky breasts were on full display for Hank. Moving on down to her cotton shorts, she sexily dropped them along with her panties to the floor and then stepped her feet out of them. Hank’s beady eyes hungrily stared at her clean-shaven pussy; she was manifestly soaking wet for him.

Striding over to the bed, Angela climbed on and began to sexily crawl up between Hank’s chubby hairy legs. She made sure to sway her hips from side to side, capturing her father-in-law’s hungry gaze. Reaching his crotch, she lay on her stomach. Taking his cock from his hand, she began to slowly stroke him.

Stretching her tongue well beyond her lips, Angela planted it on the base of his cock and slowly dragged it up to his precum-leaking tip. “Ohhh, yeah! I love it when you use your tongue, Angela!” Hank bellowed with pleasure. Angela mischievously smirked and proceeded to lather his shaft with her saliva, making it so much easier for her delicate hand to stroke slickly up and down his impressive length.

Moans and groans filled the room as Angela pleasured Hank with her tongue. She was by no means adept in all the ways of fellatio, but ever since entering into this whole taboo ordeal with Hank, she had certainly upped her skill along with her enthusiasm.

Angela continued to slide her tongue all over Hank’s fat juicy cock, making sure to revisit the slit in the head of his cock frequently so that she could lap up all his delicious precum. She traced the lacework of his thick veins with her tongue, causing her pussy to gush even more of her girl juice. “Augh… Enough of that… Suck my cock slut…” Hank ordered in a husky voice.

Angela pulled her tongue off of his now dripping shaft to reply, “Okay, Daddy.” She had started applying this naughty terminology not long after she had started fucking Hank on the regular.

Lowering her mouth over the top of his cock, she wrapped her lush lips around his bulbous cockhead and inhaled him down her throat with relative ease: yet another skill she had developed thanks to him. Hank groaned as his shaft was enveloped by the wet warmth of her orifice and his head fell back onto his pillow.

Angela skillfully bobbed her head up and down his big cock. The sounds of slurping, glucking, and moaning filled the room. As she sucked him off, Hank reached his hand down to the back of her head and grabbed her ponytail. He helped guide her further down onto his cock, extracting as much pleasure from her oral canal as humanly possible.

Hank played with her ponytail, twirling it and tugging it with his hand as he encouraged her as she enthusiastically deep-throated him. He had to admit that Angela had grown extremely skillful at sucking his cock. He reveled in the fact that she didn’t even do this for her own husband. As his cock bottomed out deep in her throat, Hank’s dark eyes rolled back and his toes curled. He grinned triumphantly, repeatedly groaning with pleasure.

When he unsheathed his cock from her throat, strings of saliva mixed with precum joined her lips to the tip of his cock. Angela again encircled his saliva-slathered shaft in her hands and began stroking it. “Hmm, you like how I suck your cock, Daddy?” Angela sexily cooed in a breathy voice, as the sounds of her wet stroking assailed their ears.

“Hah! I love how you suck my cock. You’re getting better every time!” Hank bellowed, as his eyes rolled back in their sockets. Angela giggled with pride.

“It’s all thanks to you, Daddy,” she replied, giving Hank’s fat cockhead a long wet kiss. “I just love how your big juicy cock fills my mouth and slides down my throat. It makes me so fucking wet.”

"Heh heh, language, Angela," Hank teasingly chided. “You don’t want Lily hearing you talk like that!” Angela rolled her striking blue eyes and flashed him a mischievous smirk. “I think that’s enough sucking for now,” he continued. “I want to feel your tight pussy around my cock again. Come up and ride your old man,” he ordered, teasingly beckoning Angela with a curl of his finger.

Angela sexily crawled up Hank’s out-of-shape body. As her face drew level with him, Angela leaned down and met his lips with her own. Their tongues slipped past each other’s lips and began to sloppily intertwine, dueling and dancing with each other.

Angela pulled away for just long enough to sit up and properly straddle herself over Hank’s lap. Hank’s eyes watched in hungry awe of the blonde beauty hovering above him. Her elegant face, perfect tits, and voluptuous curves all combined to make her look like a total goddess in the flesh.

Her ocean-blue eyes were filled with lust and a fierce desire to be fucked by her father-in-law’s monstrously throbbing cock. Reaching down, Angela grabbed Hank’s shaft and positioned him directly under her soaking-wet pussy. Wasting no time, she lowered herself until his fat tip had spread her lips and then sat down firmly to plunge Hank fully inside her.

“Ohhhh,” Angela moaned with delight as his juicy love stick slipped easily past her folds. Hank groaned and grabbed onto her hourglass hips. Feeling him bottom out deep inside her tight warm crevice, Angela locked eyes with Hank. Letting out a lustful smirk, she began to ride him up and down like a sexy cowgirl.

The rhythm of her perfectly curved ass slapping against Hank’s thighs filled the room. Angela rolled her hips and bounced up and down on his big cock as if she was a woman possessed. “Ah ah ah ah,” she moaned in time to her riding. Meanwhile, Hank was sweating beads as he held onto her hips and guided her, helping to lift her each time her hips ascended and then accelerating her downward plunge onto his meat stick each time she descended.

Hank was living the life. He had been retired for several years before his wife died, which meant he had all the free time in the world, living in his son’s nice home, and fucking his son’s beautiful wife whenever he pleased. What more to life could he want? Of course, he felt a little bad that he was doing this to his son, but Hank held a secret grudge against him. It wasn’t really rational, but emotions rarely are. Sure, he had been happy to have a kid, but after David’s birth, his late wife had refused to resume their marital intimacies. Even after David had moved out, his wife had still refrained from providing him with the physical affection that Hank had felt was his due. Decades of no sexual touch does things to a man. Of course, it wasn’t really David’s fault, but after meeting Angela and finally getting into her panties, Hank thought of sex with her as compensation – a kind of payback – for the many years of enforced chastity that David’s advent had inflicted on Hank.

Tracing his hands up from Angela’s hips, Hank grabbed hold of Angela’s full breasts. She moaned as his big hands salaciously kneaded and groped her soft but still firmly thrusting mammaries. Her cute pink nipples hardened from the action of his rough hands and calloused fingers.

Angela’s mouth sexily parted as more moans of sultry pleasure came pouring from her lips. “Do you like riding my big cock, Angela?” Hank inquired in a husky voice.

She eagerly nodded her head as she continued to bounce up and down on his meaty pole. “Yes! I love riding your big juicy cock, Daddy!” she admitted with lustful desire. Hank smirked at yet another affirmation of just how far this sexy woman had fallen for his cock.

“Good! I’m gonna keep giving it to you until the day I die!” Hank roared, gripping her tits harder, causing her to squeal and moan even louder. “Keep telling me what I want to hear,” he commanded. Angela gave him a knowing smirk and rolled her alluring blue eyes.

“Your cock is soooo fucking big, Hank! It’s just soo much bigger than my husband’s little shrimp dick. It’s such a fucking shame that he didn’t inherit your cock,” Angela spilled her deepest darkest truths as she skillfully rolled her hips into Hank’s pelvis. Her words were like music to his ears.

“Keep, ah, going!” Hank groaned, his toes curling from how pleasurably his cock was being squeezed and contorted by Angela’s tight married pussy. She planted her delicate hands on Hank’s heart chest for more leverage. “Who fucks you better, Angela?!” Hank demanded.

“You fuck me so much better, Hank! Your cock fills me up perfectly like no one else ever could! And your stamina is so fucking unreal for such an old man! You fuck me harder, longer, and better than David ever has!” she screamed lustfully.

The next time he slammed her ass fully down, Hank felt his bulbous cockhead smush against her cervix. Angela let out a wail of pleasure as her orgasm ripped through her body. Jolts of pleasure pulsed through her body as her pussy constricted and gushed her sweet cream all over Hank’s juicy cock.

“Ohhhhh myyy goodddddd!” she moaned out in ecstasy, her voice trembling and her blue orbs rolling back into her eye sockets. Hank groaned feeling her warm walls wrapping tightly around him like an anaconda.

It took a few moments for the involuntary quivering induced by her orgasm to subside. Angela refocused her vision and looked back down at Hank. The old man witnessed an expression of total satisfaction that only he had ever seen. He smirked with pride, relishing the simple fact that only he could satiate this stunning woman.

Leaning down, Angela locked lips with Hank once again and eagerly made out with him for a bit before pulling away again. “That was so good,” she groaned. “Are you close yet?” Hank let out a knowing smile.

“Me? Close yet? Heh, I thought I’d taught you that this is only the beginning!” he roared with pride. “Maybe you need another lesson, slut.” Smirking, Angela reached behind her head and undid her ponytail. Hank watched in awe as he watched her long elegant platinum blonde hair fall past her shoulders. She looked so sexy, so beautiful, so natural. Angela was a true goddess.

Hank needed to get back to fucking his goddess as soon as possible. “Get on all fours, I need to take you from behind!” he eagerly ordered. Angela obediently rolled off of his out-of-shape body and presented him with her sexy rear.

Planting her hands on the stained mattress, Angela sexily splayed her legs out wide and arched her perfect ass up for Hank’s viewing pleasure. Exerting himself, Hank lumbered into position directly behind her heart-shaped ass and perfectly proportioned thighs. His dark globes widened as he saw how much slippery juice Angela’s perfect slit was producing as she eagerly awaited her further ravishment.

Grabbing the base of his cock, Hank positioned his bulging cockhead against her wet folds and then he shoved himself in right where he belonged. “Ohhhh!” the two moaned with relief at the luxurious sensation of their sexes conjoining again.

Hank wasted no time pistoning his hips back and forth. Their flesh clapped in the age-old rhythmic symphony that was music to both of them. Angela gripped the dirty sheets and held on for dear life as Hank repeatedly slammed the bulbous head of his cock against her cervix. Her head hung low and her breathing was rapid and ragged.

Fiercely clutching Angela’s wide baby-making hips, Hank pulled himself even deeper into her welcoming depths. “Oh fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!” Angela screamed at the feeling of Hank hitting every nook and cranny of her begging pussy.

“Gah! Your pussy is so damn tight!” Hank roared.

Reaching the length of her sensuous back, Hank grabbed a handful of her elegant blonde hair and yanked her head back. “Ah! Fuck! Pull my hair just like that, Daddy! I love it when you’re rough with me!” Angela wailed with approval.

As Hank pounded her tight pussy, the air in the room grew increasingly thick and humid from the intensity of their fuck session. Their bodies were shone with sweat and their sexes were soaked in each other’s fluids.

“Fucking take it, just like the good little married slut you are!” Hank roared in a breathy voice. “This adulterous pussy is mine!” he spat, pulling still harder on her hair.

“FUCK! Yes! This married pussy is yours, Daddy! I fucking love it!” Angela wailed.

Hank smirked and he stood up into a crouching position so he could pile drive even more furiously into Angela’s clenching depths. A sudden burst of pressure exploded within her. Angela surrendered, collapsing onto the mattress and gasping. Somehow, she managed to leave her ass up, knowing how much presenting her hindquarters to him incited her rutting father-in-law. Hank released his grasp from her hair and held onto her hips for maximum leverage as he continued forcing his oversized tool into her sweltering receptacle.

With everything he had, Hank proceeded to pummel Angela’s pussy with long rapid strokes. His cock reached deep into her very core, prying at the portals of her womb. “Mmmhhhpphhhh!” Angela screamed, shoving her face into the mattress and biting the salty sheets.

Loud clapping filled the room as Hank rapidly drove his cock in and out of Angela’s sweet pussy. Angela moaned and screamed into the mattress as her mind was overwhelmed with pleasure. She could feel his heavy sack swinging against her clit and his big hands tightly controlling her hips.

“Ahhhhh, fuuuuucckkkk yessssss!” Angela wailed as she reached yet another reality-shattering orgasm. Her propped-up legs threatened to collapse under her quivering weight and she clenched the sheets as tightly as she could.

Hank groaned as the convulsions of her pussy milked him, urgently seeking his seed. Angela’s tight wet pussy had stimulated him to his limits.

Her head had been pressed deep into the mattress, but Angela managed to turn just enough to meet Hank’s lustful gaze. “Ah… are you close now?” she panted, only barely recovered from her orgasm.

“Gah, not yet. But you sure are getting me close,” Hank replied, wheezing heavily and wiping the sweat off his forehead. “Why do you keep asking?” he inquired.

“Ah, I’m just checking,” she answered. “It’s just that… you can’t cum in me today.” Hank’s bushy brow arched with urgent curiosity.

“What?! Why not? I always get to cum inside you,” he exclaimed petulantly. Angela hesitated to answer him but, sighing, she gave him her reasons.

"David wants another baby soon, so I've gone off my pill. I can't risk letting you get me pregnant," she explained. Hank was taken aback. He was excited, yet extremely frustrated that she was off the pill.

But, with a smirk of victory, he retorted, "You let me last time, heh." His provocative remark left Angela blushing with a mix of arousal and shame.

"L- last time was a mistake, Hank. I'm thankful that we were blessed with a beautiful baby girl, but I just can't risk having another kid with you," Angela reasoned frantically, her voice filled with uncertainty. "And it's the least I can do for David..."

"Heh, last time you were begging for me to get you knocked up. Don't you remember?" Hank roared with misplaced pride. Angela responded with a deadpan look and an eye roll, steadfast in her commitment to the response she had given.

Hank squinted as he contemplated her answer. When Angela had gotten pregnant the first time, they had both been virtually certain that the baby was his. They had been having unprotected sex regularly during that time and David’s demanding work schedule had allowed the husband far fewer opportunities. However, Angela still indulged David with occasional intimate moments when he was available, leaving a slender hope that one of his vastly outnumbered sperm had randomly done the deed.

Hank’s doubts as to his potency were eased to some extent when Angela agreed with him that it was highly probable that the baby was his. However, the adulterous lovers secretly underwent a non-invasive paternity test to definitively identify the child's biological father. Hank was elated to know that the baby was undeniably his. But Angela panicked at first, not knowing what to do. After discussing the situation thoroughly, however, they agreed that the best course of action was to pretend that the baby was David's. It felt wrong and blasphemous but, at the same time, the illicit nature of Angela's pregnancy further fueled their forbidden desires. Fortunately, as Lily began to lose her generic baby looks, she bore an uncanny resemblance to Angela. Some of her features could even be attributed to David.

As all these recollections ran through Hank’s head, the idea of getting Angela pregnant with yet another of his babies caused his cock to twitch and his blood to start pumping. He gazed down at the blonde goddess before him. He was already blessed to share a beautiful daughter like Lily with his sex goddess, Angela. And now he realized that he wanted this sexy genetically perfect woman to bear him another child.

"No," Hank gave a stern answer. Angela's striking blue eyes widened in bewilderment.

"What do you mean, no?" Angela exclaimed, her voice filled with surprise. But the only answer she received was to have her father-in-law suddenly flip her over onto her back. All Angela could do was gasp.

Hank swiftly positioned himself between her long legs and pinned her hands to the bed. “Hank??” she called out with concern.

“You don’t get to tell me where I can and cannot cum,” the old man declared. Angela’s mouth was left agape: she had no idea what to say. “Don’t you remember who this pussy belongs to?” he inquired, a sinister unyielding undertone coloring his voice. Angela slowly nodded her head. “No, I want to hear you say it,” he commanded.

“I- this pussy belongs to you, Hank,” she quietly admitted. "But we can't. We just can't," she pleaded halfheartedly, as desire strove with reluctance for command of her heart and mind.

"Why not? I've already given you a lovely daughter. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we gave her a sibling?" Hank gently insinuated. Angela took a long moment to turn his question over in her mind, forcing herself to consider every aspect of what her lunatic big-cocked father-in-law was proposing.

"Well, technically, she'll always have a sibling, no matter what. But I understand your point... It's just that I'd like to ensure David also has the opportunity to have a child," she responded softly. A hint of frustration simmered within Hank, the thought of his beloved Angela having another man's child stirring complex emotions deep within him.

Hank's frustration was palpable in his response. "Augh," he snarled. "I understand your desire for David to have a child of his own. But let's be honest here. As much as I appreciate having him as my son, he might not be the most, let's say, ideal choice to have a child with."

Angela was taken aback by this rather harsh comment. "What do you mean by that?" she wondered, her brow furrowing in confusion. Hank sighed, attempting to clarify his point.

"Listen, David isn't the most athletically inclined person, is he?" Hank pointed out. Angela paused for a moment, slowly nodding in agreement. But she was still uncertain about where Hank was heading with this discussion. "And he's not the most outgoing or self-assured person, either," Hank continued to argue. Once again, Angela slowly nodded in agreement, her mind now trying to comprehend the significance of these traits. She pondered why Hank had chosen to bring up these aspects of David's personality. It was true that these were among the unique qualities that made David who he was, and some of those very things were precisely what had drawn her to her husband in the first place.

"Okay?" Angela replied, still attempting to grasp Hank's perspective.

Hank continued, "Did you know that he was frequently bullied from grade school all the way through high school?" Angela was taken aback by this revelation, shaking her head. Now, she understood why David rarely spoke about his early life, and she began to piece together the image Hank was trying to paint.

"And?" she inquired further.

Hank explained, "All I'm saying is that I want your- our children to have the best opportunities. They should be strong, confident, and sociable – all essential qualities for a child. It would also help shield them from any potential of being tormented at school. As a mother, isn't that something you would want?" Hank earnestly presented his case.

Now fully comprehending Hank's suggestion, Angela began to seriously contemplate his proposal. "Your children should have a father who embodies all the desirable traits," Hank suggested, wearing a knowing smirk.

Angela couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. "Really? So, are you saying you should be the father of all my children?" she playfully retorted. Hank nodded confidently.

"You can laugh, but I can offer you the best possible children. I mean, look at Lily, isn't she wonderful?" Hank insisted. Angela chuckled again and nodded, but now she was starting to seriously entertain the points that Hank was highlighting. True, he might not be the most conventionally attractive man, but that was largely due to the passage of time. However, his charisma had certainly won her over. She had to admit that Hank was indeed sociable, confident, and outgoing. And those qualities had certainly played a significant role in his seduction of her. And despite his current physical condition, she recalled that Hank had been quite the athlete back in his prime: he still possessed a certain rugged strength that David lacked. As she pondered her father-in-law’s words, Angela found herself actually contemplating the possibility of allowing Hank to father all of her future children.

"You’d also be doing David a favor, don't you think? I'm sure he'll make a proud older brother... I mean ‘father’," Hank said, making air quotes with his fingers as he enunciated the word ‘father’. He had to catch himself at that point in order to suppress a devious chuckle.

Angela gasped in surprise and slipped one of her hands out of Hank's grasp. She playfully smacked him on the shoulder. "That's so messed up, Hank," Angela exclaimed with a teasing undertone, a mixture of shock and amusement in her voice.

Hank chuckled, his gaze locked firmly with Angela's as he awaited her response. Angela lay there, deep in thought, attempting to wrap her head around what Hank was suggesting. It was a complex and morally challenging idea to contemplate having another child outside of her wedlock with her husband. Yet, given her father-in-law's reasoning and the peculiar situation they found themselves in, Angela felt her natural instincts beginning to influence her decision. The weight of the choice hanging over her seemed to alter the atmosphere in the room as Angela grappled with her emotions and with all the implications of the decision she was being asked to make.

Then, feeling his cock prodding impatiently at her slit – her slit that was still oozing with her girl cum -- Angela’s blue eyes quickly angled down toward where their sexual parts were juxtaposed so intimately with each other. She let out a soft moan as his throbbing cockhead continued to prod at her pussy. She was totally fixated on his big cock, the same potent irresistible tool that had gotten her knocked up with Lily in the first place.

“Hm, you like my big bull cock?” Hank cooed in a low voice. “Don’t you want this cock to knock you up and give you another beautiful baby like Lily?” Angela’s eyes tilted back up to Hank’s. Her mouth was gaping open as she was left unable to articulate all the factors and emotions tugging upon her. At yet another jolt of his cockhead pushing insistently against her folds, however, she bit her lip and moaned.

“Come on, Angela. Let me get you pregnant again. It’s what you deserve…” Hank continued to push the points of his argument even as he continued prodding her lips apart with his pole. Angela winced as her mind swirled amid a flurry of emotions. She felt guilty, nervous, and aroused… Her mind was hazed with lust and desire. Her natural instinct to get bred by the most capable man, a real man, was taking control of her train of thought.

His cockhead, delving deliberately past her folds, was like another assertion in his argument, causing Angela to moan out loud again. As she opened her serene blue eyes, Hank noticed a visible glint of acceptance in her orbs. “Ah, dammit…” she quietly mewled as she composed herself. “Augh, fuck it… Do it, Hank. I want you to breed me again. Knock me up with your strong kid. Fuck another healthy baby into me!” she exclaimed, finally acquiescing to his distorted logic and commanding cock. Hank grinned with excitement and quickly drove his cock deep inside her pussy once more, sealing their taboo plot.

The two moaned with pleasure as their sexes joined to form one smoothly functioning assemblage of baby-making machinery. With her free hand, Angela grabbed Hank’s bald head and pulled him down to her. They locked lips as they began to hungrily fuck each other. However, now, it felt like so much more than just fucking. They were having sex with a purpose. The purpose of conceiving a child.

Their tongues sloppily danced as Hank thrust heavily deep into Angela’s fertile pussy. Muffled moans and heavy breathing filled the messy room. The bed creaked loudly as they rutted like mating animals. Angela wrapped her sexy long legs around Hank’s wide hips to assist him in fucking her deeper.

Releasing their lips, Hank moved over to Angela’s neck and began to eagerly suck, lick, and kiss her. “Ohhh, Hank! Be careful! You’re going to give me hickies!” Angela half-heartedly protested. Hank chuckled against her neck and continued his assault.

The idea of being bred by her father-in-law again made Angela lose her mind. She was so hooked on the rush of her taboo actions that her pussy creamed more than it ever had before.

Every time Hank drew his hips back, Angela eagerly pulled him deeper, down where he belonged. “Ah ah ah, yes! Daddy!” she moaned out loud.

“Hmm, your pussy has never been so tight!” Hank growled into her neck in happy surprise. “Your body is really eager to get bred by a real man again!”

“Ah! Yes! I want to be knocked up by a real man! I want to have the strongest children!” Angela pleaded in a breathy voice.

“Hah! Then I shall give you another one!” Hank declared.

His thrusting became faster, heavier. His cock delved deep and his cockhead slammed against her cervix over and over again. The sounds of their flesh squelching and slapping together motivated them to fuck even harder. Pulling one of her hands free, Angela reached around Hank’s back and began to claw at his flesh with her white pedicured feminine nails.

The two panted heavily as they relentlessly fucked. They moaned in unison and continued to trade lustful taboo truths, inciting themselves to further paroxysms of effort. Their sweat soaked the mattress; the air was drenched still further with the thick scent of their sex. The pleasure they were trading back and forth was mind-numbing, only enhanced by the underlying instinct to breed, which they had both fully accepted and unleashed. They had lost track of how long they had been fucking. On the one hand, Angela was wishing that Hank would hurry up and cum since she was losing her mind but, on the other, she never wanted this pleasure to end.

But mortal beings have their limits. “Augh! Soon, Angela!” Hank announced, his face drawing back from her neck. Angela’s heart skipped: she locked her eyes with his.

Flashing an excited yet mischievous grin, she eagerly replied, “Ah! Yes! Hank! Do it! Cum deep inside of me and knock me up with another kid! Give David and Lily a sibling!” Her words motivated the virile old man and he began thrusting even faster. “Augh! Yes! That feels so fucking good! Cum in me, Hank. Do it! I want you to knock me up! Breed my fertile pussy with your bull cock!” From deep within, Angela felt her orgasm quickly rising.

“Gah! I’m gonna breed this pussy! I’m gonna give you another child! GET PREGNANT!” Hank roared. With a few final furious thrusts, he planted his cockhead against the entrance to her fertile uterus and unleashed his thick virile load.

As she felt his warm pulses filling her, Angela tumbled over the brink into her own orgasm as well. “AHHHHHHHH!” the two moaned as they came together in twin mind-melting orgasms. Their lips locked as they leaned into each other. Angela held Hank’s hips down firmly with her strong legs so he wouldn’t escape before she had captured every ounce of his thrashing sperm. Her toes, their nails manicured white to match her fingernails that were raking bloody tattered tracks in his back, clenched and curled as her orgasm ravaged her body. Their tongues danced in a mating ritual as Hank pumped Angela’s fertile pussy full of his seed.

Angela could feel his juicy shaft and heavy balls pulsing and throbbing as he shot rope after rope of his thick virile load inside of her. Her pussy contorted and constricted around him to milk every last genetic package out of Hank’s convulsing testicles. Angela’s lust-glazed blue eyes rolled back at how good it felt to be bred by her bull.

After the passage of some unknown amount of time, Angela and Hank finally released their lips from their fervent entanglement. Thick webs of their mixed saliva stretched between their lips as they planted their sweaty foreheads against each other and exchanged their frantically panting breaths.

“Oh my god…” Angela let out a heavy sigh of relief. “That was amazing…”

“Augh… Heh, it turns out that fucking feels a whole lot better when you’re making a baby. Of course, we’ve got to keep fucking just to be sure you get properly knocked up,” Hank groaned and chuckled. Angela smirked and joined him with her own little giggle.

As they lay there resting, Angela kept her legs firmly locked around Hank’s waist, allowing his virile cum to properly soak into her fertile pussy without leaking. They kissed and made out slowly. His warmth felt so good inside of her. It was as if  Hank’s cum was meant to be right there, deep inside her where he had deposited it. As they lay together, enjoying each other's company, Angela's mind wandered. She couldn't help but grapple with her sense of guilt and shame over the sacrilegious act she had committed for the sake of carnal desire. There was a part of her that wrestled with the moral implications of her actions.

Despite the complexities of her feelings, Angela still loved David. He was the man she had chosen to marry, her husband. He was kind, and caring, and provided the emotional support she needed. However, he couldn't fulfill all of her needs, especially in a sexual context. Not now, when she had learned all that a real man was capable of eliciting from her. That was the purpose that Hank now served in her life. In the name of their family lineage and the desire to pass the most desirable genetic traits to their children, Angela had made a conscious decision to bear Hank's strong offspring. The conflicting emotions continued to swirl within her, but she held firm to the belief that it was for the best, ensuring the prosperity of their future generations.

Unwrapping her legs from Hank’s waist, she allowed him to roll off of her. A loud popping noise could be heard as his cock slipped out of her pussy. His thick cum immediately poured like a waterfall from her used slit onto the stained mattress below.

Angela slowly sat up and carefully climbed out of Hank's bed, her knees trembling slightly as she gathered her clothes from the floor and dressed. "Where are you going? We still have some breeding to do," Hank declared with a sly smile.

"We'll get back to it in just a little while. I need to check on baby Lily now. She might have woken up with all the noise we’ve been making, heh," Angela replied as she headed for the door. Hank chuckled and nodded, understanding her concern. It was essential to make sure their daughter was all right.

As she reached the door, Angela flashed a mischievous grin at Hank and suggested, "Why don't you meet me in my shower in ten minutes?" Hank responded with a devious grin of his own and nodded again, his eyes alive with anticipation.

After ensuring that baby Lily was still sleeping soundly, Angela felt a wave of relief wash over her. Quietly, she made her way to the en suite bedroom of her bathroom. Standing before the mirror, her ocean-blue eyes widened to see the mess she had made of her elegant blonde hair and the stickiness matted on her skin. She groaned as she noticed how many small bruises now adorned her neck after her intimate encounter with Hank.

"Ugh, I'm really going to need that shower," she muttered to herself, fully aware of the need for some cleansing and rejuvenation after their passionate rendezvous. Given how late it would be before David got home, she knew she might need several more showers after the further secret encounters she fully expected Hank would subject her to.

Angling her gaze to her belly, she carefully lifted her t-shirt to reveal her perfectly flat-toned stomach. Her stomach fluttered as she contemplated that another of Hank’s babies might already be growing inside, that soon her belly might be swelling as his seed penetrated her egg.

Smelling the scent of cock on her breath, Angela decided to brush her teeth. As she finished refreshing her gleaming teeth, she heard a muffled voice emanating from the bedroom. As she exited her bathroom, she was met with the heartwarming sight of Hank, who was cradling Lily in his arms and playfully cooing at her. She couldn’t help but smirk at him in his stretched-out boxers and stained tank top. Angela leaned against the entryway of the bathroom, watching as Hank engaged with their precious baby. Warmth and affection filled her as she took in the scene.

Noticing Angela watching them from across the room, Hank gave Lily a tender kiss on the forehead. "You know, I always wanted a daughter," he said warmly. "I'm so glad we brought Lily into this world. She's simply wonderful."

Angela couldn't help but smile. "Hmm, I'm happy too. We are blessed to have her," she replied with joy, walking over to Hank and giving him a side embrace. She rested her head against his as they both gazed down upon their beautiful baby. Despite the unconventional circumstances of Lily's conception, she was undeniably a blessing in their lives, and their love for her was genuine.

Turning to each other, Angela and Hank leaned into an affectionate kiss, their connection deepening. As they pulled away from their kiss, Hank teasingly suggested, "Hmm, why don't we continue making Lily a sibling, shall we?" The mischievous twinkle in his eye hinted at more intimate moments to come as they considered the prospect of expanding their family further.

“Yeah, that sounds like something I could be talked into. I’ll meet you in the shower,” Angela agreed. Then leaning into his ear she whispered, “Daddy…” As she slipped away into the bathroom, Hank couldn’t help but feel reinvigorated and horny to breed his beautiful blonde goddess.

Hank carefully tucked Lily back into her crib. Hearing the shower turn on, Hank wasted no time heading into the bathroom. Stripping out of the little clothing he had on, he messily tossed his duds aside as he entered the bathroom. His eyes widened to see Angela’s sexy silhouette behind the steamy glass of the shower.

Opening the shower door, he slipped in. Soon the sounds of muffled giggles were masked by the beads of water the showerhead was spewing. Eventually, the sultry sounds of moaning and wet flesh slapping together filled the humid bathroom air.

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For the rest of the day, Angela and Hank fucked as if their lives depended on it. Of course, they took breaks in between to take care of Lily’s needs. But as soon as Lily fell back asleep, they resumed their nasty breeding session back in Hank’s room. Angela was filled up to the brim with Hank’s virile seed. She was sure that she would end up knocked up soon if she wasn’t already bearing Lily’s brother or sister.

Late in the evening, Angela, Hank, and their baby, Lily, shared a meal at the dining table. Hank indulged in Angela's delectable cooking for sustenance, while she lovingly tended to Lily's feeding needs. Their togetherness created the warmth of a small, contented family, a feeling Angela had yearned for amid the countless late workdays of her husband, David.

"Holy moly, this food is absolutely fucking amazing! I can never get over how good your cooking is. You're hands down a better cook than my wife ever was!" Hank exclaimed.

Angela glanced at Hank and offered a playful rebuke, saying, "Mind your language, there’s a child in the room. But thank you. At least someone notices." Hank chuckled at her little jab at her absent husband and resumed savoring his meal.

Raising his eyes from his plate, Hank cast a loving look across the table at Angela and Lily. A triumphant smile graced his face, realizing how privileged he was to have a child with such a goddess of a woman. He pondered where a woman like Angela had been all those years ago; he could have built a sizable, happy family by now. Still, he mused, better late than never. There was still time to build that large and happy family, right here in the present…

After they had finished their meal, Hank helped Angela with the dishes and they proceeded upstairs to bed. It was already getting late and they were exhausted with all the vigorous mating that had occupied their day. They walked down the hallway together and Hank ushered Angela and Lily into their room.

"Hmm, goodnight, Hank," Angela bid him with a warm smile. Hank nodded in return, offering a loving smile of his own. Leaning in, he planted a tender kiss on Angela's lips and then gently kissed Lily on the forehead.

"Goodnight, my darlings," Hank replied, preparing to make his way to his room. However, as he glanced down the hallway towards his open door, he hesitated. The mess left behind from their earlier escapades was a stark reminder. He realized he didn't want to sleep in there after all the wild antics of the entire day.

“What is it?” Angela inquired, sounding a bit concerned.

“Eh, my room… It’s kind of a mess…” Hank replied, rubbing the back of his neck. Angela rolled her eyes.

"Right, remind me to help you clean it up tomorrow," Angela replied, her voice tinged with a hint of exhaustion. She blushed slightly, the memories of their previous playful activities still fresh in her mind. "But why are you mentioning this now?" she inquired, curious. Hank nervously chuckled.

"I was wondering if I could sleep in your bed tonight," Hank admitted. Angela arched an eyebrow in response, a mixture of surprise and intrigue crossing her face.

Angela carefully considered Hank's request and replied, "I don't think that would be a good idea. David is due to return in the early morning, and it could be quite risky. We certainly don't want your son to catch his father sleeping in the same bed as his wife, do we? That would raise suspicions, and until now we've managed to keep our ‘little thing' a well-guarded secret." ‘Little thing’ was certainly an understatement.

Hank sighed and nodded in agreement, fully understanding the potential complications and risks. However, he couldn't deny his desire to be close to the mother of his child tonight. Surprisingly, with a few rare exceptions and despite the forbidden nature of their affair, they had managed to avoid their actions spilling into David and Angela's marital bed.

"Damn, I guess I'll be sleeping on the couch tonight," Hank grumbled in mock defeat. Just as he was about to bid them goodnight, Angela's phone suddenly rang in her pocket.

Disturbed by the noise of the phone alert, Lily started to nudge and squirm in Angela’s arms. The beautiful young mother swiftly placed her baby in the crib, pulled out her phone, and saw that the call was from David. Hank curiously observed the situation from the entrance to her room, wondering what was causing the commotion.

"Hey, dear. How are you doing?" Angela greeted David on the phone, as Hank deduced who she was speaking to. He watched as she nodded and hummed in response to the conversation. "Hm, I just fed Lily, and now we're about to head to bed. Oh? She's already asleep. It's best not to disturb her," Angela continued.

Then, her blue eyes widened as if she had received some good news, and she glanced over at Hank, who was increasingly curious about what was transpiring.

"Is that so? Oh, that's a shame, honey," Angela said to David. "So when will you be back?" Hank's ears perked up at this point. "Not until tomorrow evening?" Angela continued, making sure Hank heard what she was saying, and flashing him a mischievous smirk. Hank grinned with anticipation upon hearing the good news.

"What kind of job puts you through all that? You must be pretty ripe after not being able to shower all day and night. Oh? You have showers at work? Well, that sounds tolerable, at least," Angela said, continuing her conversation with David. Hank couldn't help but admire how effortlessly Angela slipped into the role of David's wife, her charismatic performance leaving him quite impressed.

After a few more minutes of talking, their conversation was finally reaching its end. “Well, okay, dear. Lily and I will see you tomorrow. Oh? Okay, I’ll make sure to tell Hank. Alright, bye-bye. Love you,” Angela said, before promptly hanging up the phone.

Setting her phone aside, Angela glanced over at Hank and gave him a knowing smile. "David won't be coming home until tomorrow evening," she stated with an unmistakable tone in her voice.

"Oh, is that so? What a shame," Hank replied with a hint of sarcasm. "Well, I suppose his wife might need some company in bed tonight. Surely he wouldn’t want you to have to sleep all by yourself."

The two couldn't help but exchange devious grins, their eyes brimming with anticipation.

"Hm, you wouldn't mind if I shared a bed with the mother of my beautiful daughter tonight, would you?" Hank playfully inquired. Angela rolled her eyes in response but nodded, a smirk dancing on her lips. Hank's heart raced with excitement.

"Good," he stated, but before proceeding into Angela's room, he dashed back down the hall to close the door to his own room, just to be extra cautious.

Returning to Angela's room, Hank quietly closed the door behind him and turned the lock. As he shifted his gaze towards the bed, he saw his beautiful blonde goddess standing next to the left side, her designated spot, preparing to climb in. She turned her gaze towards the old man and smiled.

"Would you like to join me?" Angela teasingly inquired, as she settled into the mattress of the large queen-sized bed. Hank nodded in response as he approached David's side of the marital bed. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt, realizing he was taking David's place. However, as a man, he understood that these were the consequences for failing to fulfill one’s duties to a young, beautiful, and needy bride.

Hank began undressing, exposing his less-than-fit naked body. The sudden removal of his clothing took Angela aback.

"Uh, Hank? Why are you doing that? I hope you aren't expecting anything more from tonight because I'm way too exhausted from today. We're just sleeping in the same bed tonight. It's essential for the sanctity of my marriage that we keep our other activities out of the marital bed," Angela firmly stated to her father-in-law.

Angela couldn't deny her attraction to Hank, despite his unconventional appearance. There was something about his unassuming charm that drew her to him. The idea of this older, heavier older man passionately fucking her daily held an inexplicably arousing allure for her. But as she averted her attention from his chubby torso, her eyes were unavoidably drawn to his low-hanging hog and heavy balls. Those were by far the most appealing elements of his mostly unattractive form.

“Heh, sorry, Angela. Don’t you remember that I always sleep naked?” Hank said teasingly.

"Right," Angela replied, unable to tear her gaze away from the big swaying sausage of Hank's cock. "Just get into bed already," she insisted as dispassionately as she could.

Nodding, Hank climbed into bed, the mattress sinking toward his side. Pulling the blanket up over his naked body, he rolled on his side to face Angela, his gaze fixed on her beauty. Her elegant platinum blonde hair cascaded casually over her shoulder as she checked her phone.

Sensing Hank's lingering gaze, Angela put her phone away and inquired, "What?"

Hank couldn't resist teasing and suggested, "Why don't you come over here and give me a goodnight kiss?" Angela rolled her striking blue eyes, leaned in, and planted a kiss on his lips. However, what began as a simple kiss soon escalated into a more passionate embrace. They quickly found themselves lost in their desires until Angela managed to pull away.

"Mmm, sorry, Hank. We can't do this right now. I'm exhausted, and a little sore," Angela apologetically insisted. Hank grumbled but nodded in understanding.

"Heh, it was worth a shot at least," Hank joked. "Goodnight, Angela."

Angela chuckled and replied, "Hm, goodnight, Hank," before reaching a hand out to the bedside lamp switch and extinguishing the light, enveloping them in the intimate darkness of the marital bedroom.

After an unknown amount of time, well after they had drifted into sleep, Angela woke to the feel of Hank’s beer belly pressing up against her back and his strong arms wrapping around her torso. As she slowly emerged from her slumber, she also made out the hard bulk of his cock wedging between the cheeks of her ass.

His face was snuffling into her hair, hungrily sniffing her sweet aroma. “Ah, Hank? Are you awake,” she whispered.

He just hummed and quietly replied, “Yes.” Angela now felt him dry-humping her ass. Quickly checking the time on her phone, she saw that it was almost three in the morning.

“Ah, Hank… It’s so late, why are you doing this? It’s the middle of the night,” she urgently inquired. Despite her protests, his salacious prodding was arousing her deep inside.

“Hmm, I’m just so horny for you, Angela. I figured we’d had enough sleep by now. It’s time we get back to breeding that fertile pussy of yours,” Hank said to her in a low voice. Receiving another heavy prod right between her ass cheeks, Angela was jolted out of her post-wake-up delirium.

“Ah, Hank!” she quietly exclaimed. But as Hank’s hands traced up to her boobs and he began to eagerly grope and squeeze them, Angela involuntarily moaned and bit her lip.

“Come on, let’s fuck. I know you want it,” he continued to prod. Angela winced in arousal.

"Auggh, Hank, we can't do it here. This is my marital bed, for heaven's sake," Angela protested, attempting to pry his large hands away from her soft breasts. "And what about Lily? She's sleeping just across the room."

"Hm, I suppose we'll have to be quiet," Hank chuckled. "But wouldn't it be fun to make a baby in this bed? It seems like the most natural place," he continued. Angela's pussy fluttered, and a rush of adrenaline coursed through her body at Hanks’s taboo insinuation.

“Come on, Angela. I know you love the idea of it. Just give in to your desires. Let’s fuck, right here in this big bed, with our first baby sleeping by our side. Come on,” he continued to prod. His cock pressed up against her ass and his hands gripped her tits over her t-shirt.

“Ah… Hank… screw you…” she playfully hissed.

“Hm, gladly,” Hank retorted. “So what do you say? Shall we?” Angela turned her head around to face Hank. She could see his devious little grin in the darkness of the room. But feeling his cock press up even more against her ass, she bit her lip.

"Ugh, I can't believe I'm doing this," Angela mumbled quietly to herself. "Screw it. We're probably going to make a mess here, so you have to promise to help me clean things up later."

"Hehe, of course, Angela," Hank chuckled, as he began to move his hand to her cotton shorts, gently tugging them down. Angela cooperated, helping him slide her shorts down her legs until they were far enough off, and then she kicked them away under the blanket.

Grabbing the hem of her nightshirt, Hank pulled it over her head and tossed it off somewhere in the darkness. Grabbing hold of Angela’s tits and poking her ass with his cock, Hank’s eyes opened wide as he realized that she wasn’t wearing any bra or panties.

“Oh? Going commando are we?” Hank playfully whispered.

"Hm?" Angela wondered, briefly pondering, and then with a smirk, she continued, "Oh, I am." It dawned on her that she might have subconsciously made that choice herself.

Reaching behind with her hand, Angela searched around for Hank’s cock until she found it. Wrapping her slender fingers around his fat shaft, she slowly began stroking him. Hank groaned and gripped her hefty mammaries even harder, forcing soft moans from Angela’s throat.

Her pussy was moistening from the heat Hank was stoking within her. “Hmm, put it in for me, Angela. I want to feel your tight pussy again,” Hank whispered into her ear. Letting out a devious little giggle, she momentarily released her grasp from his cock to spit on her hand. Wrapping her delicate hand around his cock again, she stroked and lubricated him.

Then, lifting her left leg, Angela positioned Hank’s cock against her wet slit and slipped his cockhead past her angel wings. The two moaned in pleasure as their sexes aligned once more. Shoving his face into her neck, Hank began to sniff and lick her fragrant skin as he thrust his hips into her with increasing fervor.

As they spoon fucked under the blanket in the darkness, the two quietly moaned and rutted, not wanting to wake Lily up as she slept peacefully in her crib. Their bodies soon warmed up from the intensity of their fucking and they started getting sticky with sweat.

“Ohhh, yes… Hank… Keep fucking me like that. I love your cock so much,” Angela moaned quietly.

“Yeah? You like your father-in-law fucking you and trying to knock you up in the bed you share with your husband?” Hank cooed in a breathy voice. Angela hummed and eagerly nodded.

“I fucking love it. I can’t wait for you to breed me in the bed I share with my husband, Daddy. It’s a shame that David can’t get around to it. I’m sure he would love to if only he didn’t have to work – uh – soooo much,” Angela replied in a low mischievous voice. Hank grinned evilly.

“Heh, too bad for him. He’d much rather work his ass off than spend time with his beautiful wife. It’s a good thing you have a real man to take care of your needs,” Hank groaned as he delivered stroke after slow deep stroke to Angela’s pulsating pussy. He could feel her jiggly ass ripple with every thrust.

“Hmm, yes. Thank god that his father is a real fucking man. A man who can fill my womb with his superior children. Oh my god, you feel so good,” Angela moaned out a little louder. His cock slid in and out of her soaking crevice with ease.

They were now sweating profusely, so Hank flipped the covers down the bed, allowing the cold night air to caress their sex-slickened bodies. Grabbing behind Angela’s left knee, he assumed control of her left leg, lifting it up into the air.

Angela gasped at this display of manly strength. “God, I love how strong you are, Hank. I can’t wait for you to fill me up with another one of your healthy babies,” she sexily cooed.

“Hmm, I’m gonna keep fucking this pussy over and over again. Once you give birth to our second child, I’ll want another,” Hank growled into her neck. Angela gasped and wrapped her arm around his bald head.

“Hmm, yeah?” she cooed.

“Hmmm, yes. I want to keep giving David more siblings,” Hank evilly chuckled.

“Hank! That is so fucked up,” Angela chided but returned a devious giggle of her own. Then, twisting her head around toward Hank, she whispered, “Kiss me.” Hank obliged, leaning in and locking lips with her.

Their tongues danced as the two mated with each other. The sounds of heavy breathing and slow slapping filled the dark bedroom. Slowly but surely the slow clapping began to increase in pace and, eventually, they were fucking each other at an all-out clip. Angela and Hank made every effort to muffle the unavoidable noises they were generating, but occasional heavy moans escaped despite their best efforts.

Luckily, their loud moans of pleasure were somewhat stifled by their locked lips. After a while, they switched from their spoon position into a reverse cowgirl, then doggy style, and many more variations of sensual indulgence. They could barely see each other in the darkness of the marital bedroom, but the sexual synergy they had achieved rendered vision unnecessary. They knew exactly what they wanted and when.

Finding herself on her back with Hank looming over her, Angela gripped her pillow as her legs hung suspended in midair. They puffed hot steamy breaths of air against each other’s faces, the exchange of respirations making them even more hot and bothered.

The bed creaked in rhythm to Hank’s thrusts as he pounded away at Angela’s dripping pussy. “Ah ah ah ah, yessss, Daddy,” she quietly moaned. Then, unable to resist pumping up the illicit nature of their conjunction even more, she chanted out, “David’s daddy. Lily’s daddy. Our new baby’s daddy…” Hank just wheezed heavily, focusing all of his energy on fucking the mother of his beautiful child.

“Augh… I’m gonna fucking cum!” Hank bellowed. Angela gasped in anticipation.

“Do it, Daddy, knock me up. Breed my fertile pussy with your big juicy cock. Do it,” Angela pleaded, her voice slightly rising. Then, leaning his body back, Hank took her long legs and placed them over his shoulder. “Oh?!” Angela gasped, surprised yet again at how aroused she could become, lost in this taboo mating. Hank licked and kissed her toned calves before lifting her ass up from the mattress with relative ease.

He then proceeded to rapidly piston his hips back and forth with unerring skill and precision as he squeezed her legs tightly together. Angela’s eyes rolled back into her skull and she released a flurry of loud moans. She had long since given up any effort to be quiet. Lily would have to bear with her wanton mother for just a little longer. Fortunately, the rhythmic breeding noises seemed not to disturb the sleeping baby, as if she too was unconsciously rooting for a new playmate.

“Ohh! Fuck fuck fuck! Yes yes yes yes!” she wailed as she held onto her pillow for dear life. Hank’s cockhead repeatedly slammed against her cervix, urgently conjuring forth her impending orgasm.

Hank’s breathing got heavier, signaling that he was about to cum. “I’m gonna fucking breed you, slut!” Hank roared, as he delivered a few more heavy thrusts.

“Yes! Get me fucking pregnant! Knock me up, Daddy!” Angela screamed. Then with one last irresistible thrust, Hank bellowed in relief as he unleashed his heavy load deep inside Angela’s fertile pussy.

Angela quivered and moaned as her own orgasm ripped through her at the same time. Her pussy tightened around his shaft and eagerly milked Hank’s cock for his virile seed. Her toes clenched and her legs trembled violently in Hank’s arms. But Hank pinned her in position with his man strength.

“Oh my god…” Angela trailed off in pleasurable bliss as she felt her uterus being filled to the brim. After allowing his seed to soak in Angela’s pussy for as long as possible, Hank at last lowered her ass gradually back down to the bed. Carefully releasing her long legs down off of his shoulders, he collapsed onto the bed next to his sexy blonde lover. The two gasped for air as they recovered from their mind-shattering orgasms.

“Holy shit, that was something, huh, Angela?” Hank inquired in a breathy voice.

“Yeah… it definitely was,” Angela playfully replied, resting her arm on her forehead.

They couldn’t help but share their chuckles with each other at how entirely good their breeding sex had made them feel. Angela had to admit, great sex felt even better when you were trying to make a baby. But it was the taboo nature of their baby-making that took things totally over the top for her. Nothing she had ever done was even close to this exhilarating.

“Ah, good. Just give me a few minutes and we can get back to breeding,” Hank assured his mate. Angela’s blood pumped with anticipation.

Their intimate moment was abruptly interrupted by a plaintive cry from Lily's crib. "Augh, no," Angela gasped, quickly getting up out of bed and hurrying over to the baby girl.

She picked the baby and held her close to her chest as she began to rock and coo soothingly. "Shh, shh, it's okay, Lily. Just go back to sleep. Sorry, Mommy and Daddy were being too loud," she whispered comfortingly. It wasn’t long before Lily calmed down and drifted back to sleep. Angela continued to cradle Lily, ensuring she was sound asleep. As she did, she felt a warm, plump body press up against her naked back.

"How's she doing?" Hank whispered, his breath still slightly labored.

"Ugh, we were being too loud. This is why I don't like doing this with Lily in the room," Angela replied in a hushed tone, her concern evident in her voice.

"Hm, making her a sibling isn't quite work," Hank replied teasingly. Angela gasped and playfully smacked Hank on the shoulder, causing him to wince and chuckle. He hugged both her and Lily from behind.

"Hey, it was mostly you making all the noise. Don't get mad at me," Hank pointed out. Angela rolled her eyes and shook her head. "But I know a good way to help with that."

“Yeah? And how would you help with that?” Angela curiously asked, arching her brow.

Hank deviously grinned in the darkness. “Put Lily down and I’ll show you.” Angela’s lips quirked in a cautious smirk as she carefully laid Lily back in her crib. Turning around, Angela rested her delicate hands on Hank’s hairy chest and said, “So?”

Then feeling his big hands placed on her shoulders, he began to push her down to her knees. “Having my cock in your mouth will really help quiet you down. So shut up and get busy,” Hank said in a low voice. Angela’s mouth fell agape as she allowed herself to fall on her knees. His words felt so demeaning, but a part of her loved being the helpless object of his lustful demands.

Resting her wide hips on her heels, she grabbed the base of Hank’s cock and began to smack it against her lush lips. As Angela gazed up at Hank, the soft moonlight streaming through the window illuminated him, making his features more discernible in the otherwise dark room. She could see his naked old body and his usual devious grin.

She felt his cock throb in her hand as it hardened back to life, ready to dive into her wet throat. Stretching her tongue out, she enveloped his low-hanging balls and began to slobber her saliva all over him. Hank groaned with pleasure feeling her warm wet tongue fondling and playing with his big baby makers.

After a few minutes of this, Angela sexily dragged her saliva-coated tongue up his cock until she reached his profusely leaking cockhead. In one seamless motion, she took his big cock into her mouth and gulped it down her throat. Hank’s dark globes rolled back and he leaned against Lily’s crib as Angela gave him the sloppiest head of his life.

The sounds of glucking, sucking, and slurping filled the quiet bedroom. Angela tossed her long blonde hair past her shoulders and upped the ante. “Gah, ohhhhh!” Hank groaned in extreme pleasure rather loudly.

Angela momentarily popped his cock from her mouth to retort, “I think you're being just as loud as me.” Hank chuckled. But wanting the pleasure to continue, he grabbed her head and tugged Angela back onto his cock.

After an unknown amount of Angela’s aggressive sucking, Hank finally reached his limit. “Augh, I’m gonna cum,” he announced, making a better effort to keep quiet.

Angela popped his cock from her mouth and replied, “Yeah? Are you gonna cum for me, Daddy?” Hank just grunted in response. Wrapping her slender fingers around his cock, she began stroking him quicker. “Cum for me, Daddy. Shoot your load in my mouth. I wanna taste your delicious cum. I love to eat your cum, Daddy,” she begged him in a quiet breathy voice.

As Angela continued to stroke Hank’s wet cock, her mouth sought out his balls. She enveloped them with her lips around them and began to feverishly slurp them. Hank’s breathing got heavier as the peaks of pleasure overwhelmed his senses. “Gah! Open your mouth, slut! I’m gonna cum in that pretty mouth of yours!” Hank commanded. Angela obediently removed her mouth from his balls and positioned her wide-open lips directly in front of his throbbing cockhead.

“Ahhhhh,” she hummed as she stretched her tongue out from her sexily parted mouth and formed it into a sensuously curving cup. It only took a couple of more strokes before Hank groaned and came copiously into the inviting receptacle shaped by Angela’s tongue and lips.

As his thick heavy load spewed out of his slit, Angela momentarily flinched, causing the first heavy ropes to miss their mark, striking her face instead. But, repositioning his cockhead, Hank directed the rest of his ropes straight into her darkly inviting orifice.

She moaned as she tasted his salty bitter seed flowing across her tongue’s taste receptors. “Ohhh yeah,” Hank groaned as he spewed load after load. By the time he finally finished cumming, Angela’s face was spattered and slathered with his thick white load, while her mouth was filled to the brim with a trembling lake of sperm. Angela was always amazed at how much Hank could cum for his age. He was so virile that it was almost unreal.

Looking down at Angela, Hank grinned victoriously at the moonlit image of his son’s wife coated with his seed. “Augh, sorry, sexy. My aim must’ve been a little bit off the mark,” Hank apologetically chuckled.

Angela grinned, then closed her lips shut and gulped down his cum. “Ahhhh,” she hummed, showing her empty mouth. “It’s okay, Hank. I always love it when you cum on my face,” she continued, scooping his thick white seed from her pretty face and transferring it to her moist tongue before happily lapping it down.

Hank couldn't take his eyes off her. Bathed in the gentle moonshine, her skin appeared almost ethereal, radiating a captivating allure that was simply irresistible. As she slowly rose back to her feet, she wrapped her arms around Hank’s wide neck and planted a light kiss on his lips; the edges of her mouth were still a little frosted with his cum.

“Get yourself back in bed and warm it up for me. I’m gonna freshen myself up real quick,” Angela ordered in a low seductive voice. Hank slowly nodded, still captivated by his blonde goddess…

-

David parked his car in the garage and stepped out. He massaged the back of his neck, having just completed a strenuous two days of nonstop work to wrap up a critical project at the office. Relieved to be done with work for the time being, he was looking forward to spending time with his beautiful wife and daughter. However, his slight concern grew as he realized that Angela hadn't answered any of his calls during his journey home. They had exchanged some texts in the morning but, since then, he had received no further responses at all.

As he entered the house, David couldn't help but notice how eerily quiet it was. He first checked the kitchen and living room, as those were the places he'd usually find Angela or Hank, but to his surprise, they were nowhere to be found. He thoroughly searched all the rooms downstairs, but the house remained strangely silent. He deduced that they must be upstairs, so he ascended the stairs, checking the upstairs living room as well, with no sign of them.

Perplexed, he muttered to himself, "What the heck? They must be in their rooms or something." He proceeded down the hall and noticed Hank's door was shut at the end. Heading next to the primary bedroom, he found the door wide open. At first, the room seemed to be entirely empty and freshly cleaned. But then he heard baby Lily making cooing sounds and happily made his way to her crib. Placing his suitcase down, he picked her up and began to lovingly kiss and cradle her.

"Where's mommy, Lily? Why are you in here all by yourself?" David inquired, cooing at his baby daughter, who responded with more baby noises.

Hearing a loud muffled noise in the hall, David's ears perked up. He stepped out into the hallway with Lily in his arms, his curiosity piqued. Another muffled sound reached his ears, and this time, he could discern that it was coming from Hank's room. Cocking his brow, he quietly approached his father-in-law's room.

As he got closer, he heard a muffled voice that he could make out as his wife's. "Angela?" he thought, wondering why she was in Hank's room. He cautiously put his ear up to the door, listening closely.

His ears perked up as he heard the ominous creaking sound of the bed, along with unintelligible words exchanged between Angela and Hank. "What the..." he mumbled to himself, an odd sense of concern gnawing at him as he tried to figure out what was happening behind the door.

He continued to listen intently, and when he heard a faint, "Hank..." from within, David's curiosity got the better of him. He involuntarily reached for the doorknob, twisting it open to see what was transpiring.

His eyes widened as he saw Angela and Hank on opposite sides of his bed, in the midst of putting new sheets on it. Angela was dressed in simple blue jeans and a white shirt, with her hair secured in a blue floral hairband. Hank wore his usual shorts and tank top.

David felt a sense of relief wash over him, dispelling the strange feelings he'd experienced just moments before. Hank was facing the door, so he was the first to notice his son entering the room. "Ah! Hey, David! How was work?" Hank boomed, releasing the bedsheet, which accidentally sprang over to Angela's side of the bed.

"Augh, dammit, Hank..." Angela muttered in frustration, her words muffled by the sheet that had wrapped around her head. Freeing herself from the folds of fabric, she turned and smiled warmly upon seeing her husband. "Oh! Hey, honey!" she greeted him enthusiastically as she walked over and gave him a light kiss on the lips. She then turned her attention to Lily, gently rubbing the baby's temple.

"Oh, hey, guys," David replied, his curiosity not entirely alleviated. "What are the two of you doing here? And Angela, why haven't you been answering my calls?" he inquired, not waiting for the answer to one question before bombarding Angela with the next.

His beautiful wife bashfully scratched the back of her neck and explained, "Ah, right. As you can see, I was just helping Hank clean his room. We were putting on new sheets since Mister here is a heavy sweater when he sleeps," she said, pointing at Hank, who shrugged and burst into laughter.

"As for not answering your calls..." Angela continued, rubbing her chin in thought. "Hank and I have been busy cleaning the house together, and I guess I didn't have my phone with me, huh... Sorry, love, I would have answered if I had known." David slowly nodded, feeling a sense of relief. Everything they said seemed entirely logical and believable. He chided himself internally for having entertained such strange feelings just moments earlier.

"Hm, well, okay... Why don't you two finish up what you’re doing? Sorry for interrupting. I'm gonna go ahead and take a shower. I'm pooped from work," David announced. Angela lovingly placed her hand on David's cheek and gave him another kiss on the lips.

"Ah, honey. Sorry about your work stuff. I'll be sure to cook you up some of your favorite food for dinner," Angela reassured him, her smile warm and comforting. David happily nodded.

"That sounds nice," he replied. "Okay, I'll leave you two to it." With Lily still in his arms, he carefully closed the door behind him and headed for the shower, feeling more at ease.

As David's footsteps faded into the distance, Angela and Hank turned to each other, their mischievous smirks revealing that they had other, more nefarious reasons for changing the sheets than the ones they'd just revealed. “Heh, David really is clueless, isn’t he?” Hank sneered. Angela rolled her ocean-blue eyes and shook her head.

“Shut up, Hank, and help me with these sheets,” she playfully snapped back. Hank smirked as he grabbed the bedsheet again and helped his secret lover stretch it back across his bed…