The Burning for My Son-in-Law..He FUCKED My Pussy So Good!

She is 24 years old. I see her all the time. Though she is my daughter I fucked her husband. I expected to feel guilty but I don’t. I feel absolutely nothing at all except desire to do it again. I thought I’d feel shame but I don’t. I’d do it again and I hope I can someday. In many ways, she started it so she is at least partially responsible. Then again, I could also just be in denial!

My name is Del. My daughter and I have always been very close. She shares her secrets with me and I share my secrets with her. When we go shopping together we sometimes even change in the same dressing room just so we don’t interrupt our conversation. I am terribly lucky to have her but I have risked everything with her because of her man. I know this and yet I felt compelled when I looked at him.

It was a Tuesday and a bit more than a week after she had married Mike. “Mom! Can we talk??” she asked anxiously on the phone.

“Go ahead and talk!” I replied.

“This has to be face to face … I’ll be right over!”

She flew in like she always did since she was 5 years old and first allowed to go “out” (into the back yard!) on her own. The door opened and then slammed behind her, but this time she was walking funny.

“What’s wrong with you?” I asked.

“Nothin’!”

“Well, yes there is … I can see it!”

“I’m sore, Mom, that’s what’s wrong with me. I really don’t know what to do!”

“Sore?”

“Yes, that’s what I came to tell you. Mike is chasing me all over the house. I skipped work today just to rest!”

“You what? You skipped work!”

“Let me start at the beginning.”

“You better!”

“The honeymoon went great. I mean, he and I had a great time. I mean, how do I say this?”

“Just spit it out, honey. You know you can tell me anything.”

“Mike is too big!”

I wondered if he were hitting her or something and I could feel myself getting protective of my oldest child. “What do you mean? He’s hitting you?”

“No Mom! Damn it. Do I have to spell it out?”

I thought for a moment.

“Mom, he’s BIG down THERE!” she continued pointing between her legs.

“But hadn’t you two made love before your wedding?”

“Yes, many times but not like this. It is all the time and he is thick and long and well … too big to be doing it so often!”

So, she started it.

I gave her sage advice … use lubricant!

I became curious after that. I wondered what he looked like. When they visited, I noted how his 6′ 4″ frame lumbered through the house on the weekends. I wondered how big it was … “down there”. When I went shopping and saw objects like cucumbers or carrots, her words came back to me. Was it the size of a small cucumber? Was it a big carrot? As my husband entered my pussy, I began to wonder what it would feel like if Mike were entering me and stretching me. My husband is as big as a tube of toothpaste, maybe 6 or 7 inches. He hits my cervix most times so … was that how big Mike was? Maybe my daughter just small down there?

The following week, we had coffee together at Starbucks in the mall. We chit-chatted for a while and I reached across the table and took her hand. “Honey, are things better with the ummm lubricant?”

“Oh, well, mostly,” she looked at my hands on hers and squeezed mine back, “In some ways, I guess it is better.”

“What do you mean baby?”

“Oh Mom. I don’t know. He still wants me all the time. As I think back over the last week, we had … ummm … intercourse 4 to 5 times each day!”

“Well baby, you’re newlyweds!” I smiled. “That will wear off. Spend the 10 minutes with him and enjoy it the best you can!” I patted her hand and she looked at me strangely.

“10 minutes?” she asked, her soft brown hair curled around her face to her scoop neck T-shirt where her generous breast heaved. Something she got from her mother.

“Yes. That’s what it usually takes …”

“Mom, I’m not sure I want to hear about you and Dad right now.”

I laughed nervously, “Well, ok, but maybe if we compare notes, we can help each other.”

She nodded ascent with a slight smile.

“Ok,” she looked around and no one was in earshot. “You go first. Tell me what happens with you and Dad.”

“Ok,” I smiled. “He usually initiates it and we’ve come to enjoy making love about 2 times a week. When we were younger, it was more frequent. After all, he would see my girls and have an instant erection.”

My breasts are my finest asset. I’m 5’8″ tall and weigh 140lbs. I wear a 38DD bra and sometimes that is small for me! I try to keep my clothes conservative so that I don’t get stares from men.

“So, 10 minutes?” she asked sipping her latte.

“Oh, yes, that. Of course, when we were younger it was longer maybe 15 and sometimes even 20 minutes.”

“Do you climax?”

I hadn’t expected that question and had to think. “Well honey, as a woman ages her climaxes get tougher to achieve.”

“You don’t.”

“Not very often these days.”

“So, is 10 minutes penetration time or total time?”

“Total sweetie!”

“Oh,” she looked at her latte. “Mom, have you ever measured Dad?”

“No, not really. I looked at some objects on a nearby table. “He’s like that blue thing.” I pointed and something that was about 6 or 7 inches long.

She smiled and nodded and I took my chance.

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