Mr. Parker Has Lunch with His Daughter in Law

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Mr. Parker Has Lunch with His Daughter in Lawexhibitionism mutual She asks her Father-in-Law to jerk off while she watches.I am Jason Parker and you have been married to my son for 10 years. Hisname is John. I have known you since you were just a sexytwenty-something and have since seen you blossom into a real woman inher sexual prime. I have always considered my son very lucky, if not abit boring, for what you seem to be- a firecracker.You and I have never flirted openly. But since my divorce 5 years ago,you have taken it upon yourself to check in on my love-life: more as aconcerned woman looking out for me than anything else.In my first year of divorce, I did the stereotypical older guy thing,dating women that were hypersexual and way too young to have any sort oflasting relationship. You counseled me a few times, making sure I didn’tget trapped in some trophy-wife, gold-digger situation. I have valuedyour thoughts on love an relationships ever since.In the last couple of years, I have dated less and less and you inquireas to how I am doing in that department any time we are together. A fewweeks ago, at a barbecue at my place, you asked me again, and I told youI had been making my first ventures into the online dating scene. Youhad raised an eyebrow and made sure to tell me not to let myself get”Catfishes”, but otherwise encouraged me to have fun.Of course, you had to explain what “Catfishing” was. After all, eventhough I was a crazy punk rocker in my teenage years, I was now nearly 50.***Every Wednesday, around noon, I show up at your house and take John outto lunch. It has become a bit of a father/son tradition. On thisparticular Wednesday, I show up at your front door and knock. You answerthe door, wearing a light sundress, revealing more than just a bit ofcleavage, flowing in the spring breeze.You greet me with a confused look.”John isn’t here. Didn’t he text you?”I pull out my phone, looking equally confused. I check it, “Oh, I guessI missed it.”I look at you, smile, “Sorry…” I turn to leave, “I guess I’ll catchhim next week.”You stop me, “Wait.”I stop halfway down your front walkway, turn and look at you.”Jason, he’ll be back in just over güvenilir bahis an hour. It’s hot, and you drove allthe way out here. Why don’t you come in, grab a beer and a snack and goout to lunch when he gets back? I’m sure he’d be sad he missed you.”I shrug, and walk back up to you with an open smile. “Sounds great. Leadthe way, pretty lady.”You turn, smiling as you lead me to the kitchen. You always feel asecret tingle when I call you “pretty lady.” You know it’s just meant asa term of endearment, but you also wonder if I also view you in a moresexual light.You walk over to the refrigerator, open it, grab two Red Hooks and popthe tops as I take a seat at the kitchen table. You walk over, sliding abeer to me and taking one for yourself, then sit opposite me. You noticethat I take a supposedly secret glance at your cleavage as it jiggleswith the motion of your sitting.We sit there for about 15 minutes, making small talk, sipping on beer,when you ask me out of the blue, “So, how did that online thing go?”I smile, look down, seeming a bit shy, “Well, ok I guess. I mean, itisn’t something I’ve ever tried before. There are certainly a lot ofdifferent types on there.”You laugh, “You mean crazy people.”I laugh back, “Yeah, I guess I do, crazy people.”A somewhat awkward pause falls between us. Then you look up, “So, then,dating hasn’t been too fruitful recently?”“No,” I sigh a bit, “I can’t say it has been.”You take a sip on your beer, leaning into the table a bit, knowing thatyour cleavage is pushed up against the top of the table, not tooobvious, but enough to catch another glance from me. “I mean, you are agrown man, how do you handle that sort of thing?”I clear my throat, “Well, I mean, I don’t want to get graphic, but,well, let’s just say, I haven’t had so much “me time” since I was ateenager.”We both laugh, but you also know I’m not k**ding.You ask me seriously, “Um, I know it’s kind of a personal question, andyou don’t have to answer if you aren’t comfortable, and, don’t worry, Iwont mention a word of this to John, but, I’m curious. “ You take a bigswig of beer, as if mustering courage. “Exactly how much ‘me time’ doyou have?”I nearly türkçe bahis choke on my beer. “Are you serious?”You stare me down with, if I didn’t know better, a sultry stare. “Deadserious, I want to know. I realize it’s kind of strange, but, I….well, Ikind of am interested in that sort of thing.”After another long pause, I look at you. “Well, to be honest, just aboutevery day.”You smile, like a cat who just caught a bird in her mouth. “Is itstrange if I say that I think that’s hot?”I smile back at you, looking a bit shy again, “No, I mean, I don’t thinkit’s the norm, but, I would be lying if I said that the idea of youthinking that an old guy like me doing that is hot didn’t have an effecton me.”You raise an eyebrow, “Effect on you?”I sit there, nod silently.Then, I see a devilish smile cross your face, “You mean…” You watch meintently for my reaction to your next words, “You mean, your cock isgetting hard.”At this, I do choke a bit, coughing, then laughing as you join in.“Don’t die on me Jason, especially before you’ve had a chance to jackoff for me.”With those last words I shut up again.You give me that sultry look again, “You heard me? Good. Now, here’s thedeal. I don’t want to fuck around on John, but, I am very wet right now,thinking of you jerking off for me while I watch. If you are freaked outor not interested, get up and leave now . I promise, we’ll never speakof it again.”You watch for my reaction, but I just sit there, openly eyeing yourample cleavage.You smile widely, “I take that as a sign you are interested too.” Youslide your chair back, “Come here, and stand in front of me.”I stand up, a bit nervously, then walk over, standing in front of yourchair.You look up at me, smiling, loop your thumbs through the spaghettistraps of your sundress, pulling them off your shoulders. Your ampletits spill out. You cup your full breasts, then look up at me. “Like theview?”I nod, the bulge is obvious in the front of my slacks.“Then show me.”I don’t need any more permission. I slowly unbuckle my belt, thenunbutton, unzip my slacks, pushing them down over my hips, letting themfall to the floor, then, do the same with my boxers, my hard cockbobbing güvenilir bahis siteleri as the elastic waist band glides past the head of my cock.You lick your lips as my cock comes into view.You use your left arm to cradle your breasts, pushing them up, yournipples already hard from the forbidden activity we are embracing. Youlet your left hand pull up the skirt of your sundress, then deftly pullyour panties to the side, exposing your shaved pussy, already glisteningwith your wetness.I take my thick shaft in my hand, slowly stroking, long slow strokes asmy gaze darts from your pretty face, to your full breasts, to your slickpussy. I watch you begin pinching and teasing your nipples as your otherhand begins to work your clit in slow circles. I moan a bit, a thin lineof precum oozing from my cock, dripping onto your knee.You reach down, scoop it up with your finger, lick it off, “Mr. Parker,I want you to stroke that big cock for me.”I stroke a bit faster, watching you match my pace on your pussy, youreyes never leaving the sight of my hand working my shaft.“I don’t want you to ever have to jack off alone again. I want you tomake sure and shoot that load for me any time you want.”I moan a bit at your dirty talk, stroking a bit faster now, cupping myballs with my free hand, my red cockhead slick with precum. I watch asyou feverishly move your hand over your pussy. “Fuck, I’m going to cumsoon…”You smile, lick your lips, “Cum on my swollen pussy, please, I want tofeel it….”I grunt, moaning again at your dirty suggestion, feeling the tension inmy balls. I lean forward, aiming my cock at your pussy and hand.Stroking very fast now, arching my back, moaning, panting.“Please, Mr. Parker, give me your cum, please.”With that I feel myself go over the edge, “Fuck….fuck…here it comes…”My cock begins spurting cum, one, two, three thick jets of cum pulsingonto your hand and pussy. You feel it hot and gooey as it drips downinto your slit. You feel it slick and wet under your fingers and youpush yourself into your own orgasm, pushing up your hips, gasping as youfeel more cum shooting against your burning skin.After another few seconds, my orgasm finally subsides. I look down atyou, shuddering, your hand and pussy coated in my sticky cum, yournipples rock hard, your chest and cheeks flushed red. You raise yourhand to your lips, licking my cum from your fingers as you look at me,smiling.“Thank you, Mr. Parker.”

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