Welcome to the Family (Part 1)
Callie can’t resist her hung father-in-law


I want to start by saying that nothing that happened was my husband Greg’s fault. He is a wonderful and loving man and any woman would be lucky to have him for a husband. He’s attentive, sweet, funny, good in bed, and I love him a lot. I just don’t think I ever should have gotten married. I was twenty-eight, we’d been dating for three years and all my friends were getting married, so I decided it was time to take the plunge because it was the expected thing to do. But I just haven’t found marriage as fulfilling as I should — especially with a husband who’s always working.
Back when I was Callie Duffy, college student, before becoming Mrs. Greg Moore, I was a wild child. For me, college was all about partying and a lot of that was about hooking up with hot guys. I can’t imagine what Greg would think of me if he knew about my college exploits. I wouldn’t say I was a slut, but the girls in my sorority had a reputation.
Greg is the first man I’ve ever been serious with and the only one who ever got me to consider slowing down. I can’t say there hasn’t been temptation while we’ve been together, because guys hit on me. I’m tall and curvy and my flame-colored hair just catches guys’ attention. Men love a pale, freckled redhead with big tits and my wedding ring doesn’t slow them down and guys’ attention has always been like a drug for me. I miss the thrill of the chase, but I’ve been a good girl so far. That all changed when we went to stay with Greg’s parents.
Greg wasn’t close to his parents, so we hadn’t spent much time around them. He’s a buttoned-up, conservative kind of guy, while his parents looked like they’d be more comfortable at a jam band show than a country club. Greg’s way of rebelling was to become a corporate guy. I’ve always been close to my dad — because he had no idea how wild his little girl was in college — and I wanted that for my husband too. It was like a perfect storm when Greg was offered a great job near his old hometown. I was out of work anyway, after being downsized when the dotcom bubble burst, and encouraged him to take the position. It was the early 2000s and I had no idea what the future held for me.
Max and Gena were more than happy to take us in for a few months while we saved up money for a new place. Greg wasn’t thrilled about the situation, but he knew it only made sense to stay with them. I knew living with my in-laws would be rough, but I was willing to do it for Greg and I thought I should get to know my in-laws better. I’d only ever met them at our wedding.
My in-laws lived in a gorgeous A-frame on a big piece of land by a lake. They may have lived like hippies when they were young, but Max had no problem becoming a capitalist when the concert promotion business he’d started was bought out by one of those national companies right before our wedding. When we pulled up to their beautiful house, I thought it would be a great place to stay while I plotted the next step in my career.
The Max and Gena who greeted us were unrecognizable from the people I’d met at my wedding. I could tell Greg didn’t believe his eyes when he saw them. Max looked like he’d be right at home on the links with a martini, not backstage at a Dead show with a bong. Gone was the long hair and tie-dye. He’d traded it for a Ralph Lauren polo and khaki shorts, and a tight razor cut. It’s weird to say about a guy old enough to be my dad, but he was hot. Max was obviously fit and his steel-gray hair being cut so short allowed me to see how handsome he truly was — like an older version of my husband. Gena looked incredible too, ten years younger than her fifty-three with flowing honey-blonde hair and a body every bit as good as mine. I can only pray I look that good in twenty-five years. They embraced us both and welcomed us inside. We were home.
The first couple weeks of living with my in-laws were rough. Max had changed outwardly, but he was still the same Lefty he’d always been. Greg and Max didn’t see eye-to-eye on much. I’m more moderate than my husband, but we all just stopped talking politics to keep the peace. It helped that Greg was so busy with his new job that he wasn’t around much anyway. He wasn’t home until after eight most nights and even worked weekends building his new department. I began to feel like a corporate widow.
Max and Gena did their best to fill my time and I grew to really like them. I appreciated Greg working so hard to build a life for us, but even I started to appreciate my in-laws’ laid-back attitude and question the corporate life. I enjoyed helping Gena around the house and went canoeing on the lake with Max a couple of days every week. I loved the peace of their property. I even started smoking pot with them, something I hadn’t done since college. Greg would never approve. I felt guilty because Greg was working so hard, but life was idyllic for me and I wasn’t in a rush to find another job.
I lounged in bed, letting the warm morning sun warm my bare skin. I’d always slept naked. Greg didn’t quite approve, but he loved the free access to my body. I was too comfy and snuggled there to get up and when I heard the soft knock on the door I answered without thinking.
“Come in,” I yawned.
Max came into the bedroom and got an eyeful of everything I had, from my long legs to my fire-dusted mound, up my flat tummy to my big, round breasts. He stared at my body like any warm-blooded man would have, and I felt that old, dangerous tingle. I love attention from men — any attention from any man. I covered up, but not as quickly as I probably should have.
“Sorry, Callie, didn’t mean to intrude,” Max said. His eyes slowly came up from where my breasts had been exposed to meet my green eyes. He didn’t seem at all ashamed to gawk at his daughter-in-law.
My pale skin was fire engine red — not all from embarrassment — but I tried to be nonchalant.
“It’s good, Max. I was getting up anyway. I’m getting hungry.”
“We’re just finishing breakfast, but we saved some for you. I just wanted to check if you wanted to join me on the lake this morning.”
I tried to put aside my sudden craving for sausage. “Sure, that sounds like fun. I’ll be down in a few minutes.”
As soon as he closed the door, I turned over and buried my face in the pillows. I might not be shy, but that didn’t mean I wanted to flash my father-in-law! Sure, he’s hot, but I’m married and he’s Greg’s father! God, I hoped Max didn’t say anything to Gena. I didn’t want her hating on me. I took a very cold shower to wash away my embarrassment and shameful arousal.
I came down in a tank top and shorts, with my hair still wet, and found Max and Gena at the kitchen table. He ushered me into a chair to serve me breakfast.
“Max tells me you two are taking the canoe out today,” Gena said, sipping at her coffee and reading the paper.
“I need to do something to stay in shape. I’ve been sitting on my ass around here way too much. I really need to find a job.”
“You should enjoy the rest of the summer, Callie. There’s no rush. We love having you kids here. I especially like having your energy in the house. It’s nice having someone new to talk to,” Gena said.
“Tired of talking to me?” Max sniped from the stove, laughing.
“I’ve heard everything you have to say.”
Max served me eggs, but I got up for my own juice. “It’s a shame Greg isn’t around more. I was hoping you all would reconnect.”
“That’s sweet, dear, but I think this is how he likes it. I don’t know that he has to work all those hours,” Gena said.
“He wouldn’t stay away intentionally,” I protested.
“Listen to Gena. Greg got his stubborn streak from her. I know my son and I know when there’s something he doesn’t feel like dealing with, he just avoids it. He’s not big on confrontation. But don’t take it personally, it’s not you he’s avoiding. It’s having to be here with us.”
“I just don’t think that’s true,” I insisted.
Gena changed the subject, but I turned it over in my mind. I knew they were right. Greg was the avoidance type. But by avoiding his parents, he was also avoiding me, and that just made me angry. We’d only been married for a couple of years, and I was already feeling neglected. I enjoyed being with Max and Gena, but I missed my husband — especially in the bedroom.
The lake was stunning that morning. The water sparkled on the clear blue water and the warm sun felt amazing on my skin. We had the lake to ourselves since most of the other homes along it were vacation homes that were mostly used on the weekends. I had the front of the canoe and I couldn’t help feeling like Max was staring at my body from behind the whole time. I knew it was all in my head because I’d flashed him that morning, but thinking of his attention warmed me up as much as the sun.
We paused in the middle of the lake after about an hour and Max lit up. I carefully turned on my bench and took a deep drag on his little glass pipe. It was the perfect setting for a nice, smooth high.
Max shed his shirt and stretched. It was my turn to stare. He was in better shape than most guys half his age. His chest was firm, with a light dusting of masculine hair, and his shoulders were broad and strong. His golden tan made him glow. Gena had certainly hit the jackpot when she married Max and I could only hope their son had the same genes, but Greg already had a little belly and never had time for the gym anymore. I watched with keen interest while Max lotioned up his bare chest.
“Do you need a touch-up?” Max asked, holding the bottle of lotion out to me.
“Mmm, maybe on my shoulders at least.”
I was probably fine, but I’m always paranoid about getting too much sun. My flaming hair was pulled back through a baseball cap to shelter my face, but my freckles were popping out everywhere else big time. I’d been spending a lot of time in the sun. I know guys think freckles are adorable, but I hate them.
“I’ll get that for you,” he replied, turning me to face forward.
A squirt was followed by cool lotion pressed into my shoulders and I yelped and jumped, rocking the canoe. But Max’s big, strong hands were warm and they felt great on my body — a little too great. He had magic hands, just like his son, and now I know where Greg got it from. It had been so long since Greg had given me a massage that I just let myself go and leaned into it. Max could rub my shoulders as long as he wanted to.
I know it was a wanton, cheesy move, but I slipped off my tank top so Max could get all of my back. His hands were everywhere, slipping under my black bikini straps, even brushing the sides of my boobs. I pretended he was just rubbing in lotion, but his touch had me tingling in all the right places. I blamed Greg for leaving me so susceptible to another man’s attention.
“Looks like you’re about covered there, Callie.”
“Thanks. Your hands are great, Max.” Was that a weird thing to tell my father-in-law?
“Gena’s always thought so. Glad to be of service.” Was it me, or had his voice gone deep and husky?
It was only another half hour to the cove on the other side of the lake, and once we arrived, I spread a blanket on the soft sand beach while Max unloaded the canoe. It was a beautiful little place surrounded on three sides by dense foliage. I don’t think the beach was more than ten feet long and not even as deep. Our blanket covered a lot of it. The spot was so peaceful, and I felt special that Max wanted to share it with me. We sat on that little beach and just talked about life. Our conversation was always easy — especially when we were high.
I am not nearly as conservative as my husband and I got along with both his parents well, but I particularly liked Max because he just seemed to have endless fascinating stories. I don’t think there was a major rock star he hadn’t met at some point. Everything was so free and wild back then. I would love to have lived through it and told Max I felt like I’d really missed out.
“Yeah, I bet you would have had a lot of fun back then.”
“You don’t know the half of it,” I laughed as I opened a beer. I would have lost my mind in the free-love era. “I think being a groupie for a while would have been fun. When I saw Almost Famous I could definitely see the appeal.”
“If you’d been floating around back then I don’t know if Greg would be here.”
“Oh stop.”
“Seriously, you’d put a lot of the girls I met backstage to shame. I met Gena that way, backstage at a show.”
It was a strange compliment coming from my father-in-law. It had felt different between us ever since he’d seen me naked that morning. I was very aware my black bikini didn’t cover much.
“Really? Greg’s never talked about how you met his mother.”
“Because I’m sure he doesn’t approve. Gena was traveling with Van Morrison’s people. God, she was barely more than a kid then, only just eighteen. I’d booked them into the old Brocktune Theatre and I met Gena backstage while the band was playing. There were sparks right away and we hooked up over some hash later that night. We couldn’t even remember having sex that first night, we just woke up in a big bed with a couple other people. We weren’t even sure that we were together!” Max chuckled and then gave me a concerned look. “I hope I’m not being too open.”
“Not at all. It’s fascinating.” I thought it all sounded rather exciting. I’d had a night or two like that in college.
“So anyway, Van was in town for a couple of nights, and Gena and I were together the whole time. I would have asked her to stay when the band moved on, but I knew she wouldn’t have. Not a lot of people formed attachments in that world. But then she showed up on my doorstep five months later with a round belly and I took her in and that’s all she wrote.” There was an obvious question and Max anticipated it. “I am sure you’re wondering how I knew Greg was even mine, but really it didn’t matter. Gena had come back to me and that’s all that counted. Besides, he looks too much like me to be someone else’s.”
“Well, it seems like you guys built a great relationship.”
“It’s because we’ve always understood that we’re individuals, besides being a couple, and neither of us has ever stood in the way of the other’s happiness. Gena can do as she wishes because I know she loves me and she’s always going to end the day with me.”
“That’s a great way to live. I don’t think many couples have that.”
“But I think every couple should. I don’t know about you, but I am ready for a swim.” Max pushed off the blanket and waded into the lake. I followed, throwing off my baseball cap. I boosted my butt and slid my shorts down and splashed in after him.
The midday sun was getting warm, and the cool lake felt great. I dove under and came up, plastering my hair back to my head when I stood in the water. The cool water lapped at my breasts. Max swam around me, his strong arms slicing into the glistening water. He disappeared beneath the surface and was down there for an awfully long time.
I was becoming concerned when he grabbed both my ankles and tipped me over. I struggled, but it was no use and I went under with a yelp. Max was trying to swim away, but I wasn’t going to let him off that easily. I blindly groped beneath the water and found an arm. Pulling Max against me, I flailed for him but his slick body kept slipping from my grasp. I got a fistful of his trunks and I thought I finally had him, but Max dove away and they pulled right off. I had to come up for air and broke the surface, wading back toward the beach with his trunks.
I crawled up onto the blanket, laughing my head off, and turned to find Max standing in waist-high water staring at me. “Now what are you going to do?” I asked.
“Are you going to throw me my trunks?”
I thought about it and then stuck my tongue out at him. “No.”
“Then I guess I am going to have to come and get them.”
Max came strutting out of the water naked as the day he was born. Although I don’t think he was born quite like that. Max had a huge cock. My husband is no slouch either, but he didn’t quite measure up to his old man. And not only was Max big, but he was half-erect. That beautiful cock of his bobbed enthusiastically as he walked toward me. I tried to look anywhere else, but I just couldn’t. I was completely charmed by his snake. It was the second time that day that Max had made me blush. He stopped right in front of me with his cock less than a foot away from my face. The old me would have just reached out and grabbed it, but I forced myself not to. My heart was pounding and my pussy tingled like crazy.
“Can I have my trunks now, or am I going to have to row back to the house like this?” Max asked. I couldn’t think of anything to say, so he went on. “Well all right, but you’re going to have to explain to Gena how you got me out of my trunks.”
“Uh, sorry,” I finally replied. I fought the urge to hang the trunks right on his cock, which had angled upward as he became fully hard.
Neither of us commented on his arousal or the fact that I was staring at it. Max took his trunks and slipped into them, adjusting his big dick.
“After a workout like that, I need another beer. How about you, Callie?”
“For sure.”
Max uncapped two beers and handed me one. I think I swallowed half of mine without thinking. I was still shaken by that magnificent cock and the obvious effect I’d had on it. I wanted my reward for making him so hard. He touched my shoulder and I started.
“Better reapply some lotion after being in the water, unless you want a nasty burn. Here, turn over.” He helped position me until I was lying on my stomach and he swept my hair to one side. Max squirted lotion directly onto my upper back and then he started working it into me.
God, I was melting under his touch. I knew having my father-in-law rubbing my back at that moment was a terrible idea, but I didn’t have the willpower to say no. He kneaded my shoulders — sore from rowing — and moved on to the back of my neck. That’s such a sensitive spot for me, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan.
I was trembling when his hands moved down my back. I felt his fingertips brush the sides of my breasts as they spilled from the bikini. I wanted to roll over and really let Max touch me. I was so incredibly horny and it only reminded me that Greg and I hadn’t had sex in well over a week. That was much too long for me.
Max rubbed more lotion into my lower back and his fingers danced at the edge of my bikini bottom. I wanted to believe his touches were innocent, but my head was filled with dirty thoughts. I couldn’t believe he didn’t enjoy exploring my body. He had to sense the effect he had on me. My pussy throbbed dying to be touched.
“Should I get your legs while I’m back here?”
My mind screamed no, but yes came out of my mouth. Max rubbed lotion into the backs of my thighs and it pushed me to the brink. All I thought about was how he’d looked at my nude body and how he’d been acting ever since. I thought about how hard I made him. I knew he wanted me, and I loved it. It didn’t matter that he was my father-in-law. I’ve always loved the effect I have on men.
“There you go your back is done. You’d better get your front.” Max handed me the lotion.
“Would you, uh, like me to get your back?” I offered breathlessly. What the hell was I doing? My pussy throbbed, making it difficult to think clearly.
“That’s probably a good idea.”
Max sat with his back to me. My hands trembled as I squeezed some lotion onto his back and touched him.
His skin felt surprisingly smooth as I rubbed the lotion into Max. I imitated him and made it more of a massage than just rubbing on suntan lotion and I heard his breathing getting heavier. I went slowly, enjoying touching him, but I was nervous the entire time.
“You’ve got a pretty good touch yourself,” Max told me. If he only knew how good it could be.
I finished he turned around and we were so close my breasts grazed his chest. He had to feel how hard my nipples were through my top. They ached for his touch. I felt so dirty and wrong. I couldn’t make the first move, but Max could have had me at any time.
“Thanks,” he said.
We ate after that, but my stomach flip-flopped so much that I just nibbled at my sandwich. I knew I was in dangerous territory, and I found myself wishing the beach wasn’t quite so secluded or that Gena had come with us. I wanted my father-in-law so badly I could taste it and prayed that he couldn’t tell. Max was a perfect gentleman, which only made me feel guiltier. It was a relief when we headed back, and I didn’t have to be alone with him any longer.
After tying the canoe off to the dock, Max and I made our way up to the house where we found Gena sunning topless on the back deck. The day was full of surprises. The last thing I expected to see was my mother-in-law in all her topless glory. Her boobs were amazing. They were still plump and full — almost as good as my much younger ones. I didn’t know what to think about seeing both of my in-laws naked in one day. Gena caught me staring.
“I hope this doesn’t make you uncomfortable, Callie,” she said.
“Of course not,” I lied. “It’s your house. You should be comfortable.” That last part was true.
“Good. I’ve been trying to be respectful since you and Greg arrived, but I miss the sun on my skin. Max and I usually sun naked in the yard. I knew Greg would freak out if he caught us, so I told Max we had to cover up.”
“Callie’s not nearly as uptight as our son. Hopefully, she can loosen him up some over time.” Max laughed.
“Let’s hope. I love my son dearly, but he could definitely stand to loosen up.”
“I’m going to go inside and grab a shower and change before Greg gets home,” I said.
Getting clean was the last thing on my mind when I got under the hot water. I set the water as hot as I could stand it, turning my pale skin pink under the needling jets of water. Steam hung thick in the hair. I leaned back against the cool slate wall and caressed my breasts, giving my swollen nipples the attention they’d been begging for all day. I thought about how Max had stared at them and how I wished it was him in the shower with me doing the touching. I knew what his hands felt like on my body. Why did he have to be so respectful? God, I was an awful slut! I pinched and rolled my thick pink nips hard because I’ve always liked it a little rough.
My fingers swept through the downy, fiery hair on my mound. I kept it nice and trim, but I didn’t like the bare look that was becoming popular. I want to look like a woman, not a girl. I was drenched before I even slipped that finger between my lips. I trembled and moaned, hoping the running water was loud enough to hide it. I turned to face the water as I touched myself so the hot water could tease my nipples. Two fingers curled up inside me and I closed my eyes, fantasizing about Max.
I pictured that huge cock I’d seen in the cove, pulsing in front of me. God, what would it feel like inside of me? I ached to know. I’d been so tempted back there by the lake that I might have tried to find out if he wasn’t Greg’s dad — consequences be damned. I was forced to use my imagination. In my mind, Max pushed me onto my back and shoved that thing deep inside of me.
I took the shower head down from its mount. I love a good shower massager, and my in-laws had plenty of water pressure. I wondered if Gena used it like I did. She seemed like the kind of woman who would. I twisted the dial to pulse and jumped when I pointed it at my mound. It was too strong. I covered my pussy with one hand and directed the jets back down.
The vibrating pulses telegraphed through my fingers directly to my clit and I yelped, going weak in the knees. I panted hard while thinking about Max pounding me with his cock. I was moaning and panting in the humid air and got off very quickly. My shriek was much louder than the running water. My legs turned to jelly, and I sank to the floor, leaving the running shower head to dangle from the hose and bounce around, spraying me with water.
Jesus, did I really just masturbate thinking about my father-in-law? What was wrong with me? I’d done a lot of crazy things, but that was a new low. I felt like hiding in the shower for the rest of the night. I don’t know how long I stayed in there, but all I know is that Greg’s parents must have a huge water heater.
I was in serious trouble. It was going to be a long, hot summer and I didn’t know how long I’d be able to resist my father-in-law’s huge cock.


Welcome to the Family (Part 2)
Callie surrenders to her hung father-in-law


Dinner that night was interesting. I know I was being paranoid, but every time Max spoke to me, I felt like he knew what I’d gotten off thinking about him. It was scary and exciting at the same time. When Greg announced that he wanted to turn in early, I was more than happy to follow him to bed. I was on my husband before he was even out of his clothes.
“What’s gotten into you tonight?” Greg asked through a barrage of kisses. “Not that I mind.”
“Can’t your wife just really want to make love to you?” I said, shoving my hand down his pants.
“Hey, I said I didn’t mind.” Greg turned us, flipping me onto my back and pulling up my tank top. “I noticed you weren’t wearing a bra tonight.” He pressed a knee between my legs and pulled lightly on a nipple with his teeth.
“I was hoping you would,” I moaned, raking my nails through his hair.
“I appreciate it but try not to get too daring in front of my parents. I don’t want them getting the wrong idea.”
I almost laughed, but his knee pressing into my mound made me moan instead. He would die if he knew his father’s cock had been right in front of my face, or that his mother proudly showed me her tits earlier. What would he think if he knew I liked seeing both? How angry would he be if he knew I made his dad hard?
“You don’t want them to know how sexy your wife is?” I teased. “I think they’d like it. I bet they’ve still got a little of the hippie left in them.”
Greg lifted his mouth from my chest and pulled my shorts down. He smiled when he found I wasn’t wearing panties either. I gasped when he touched me down there. I needed so badly to be touched.
“That’s the problem, Callie. If you act too free around them, next thing you know they’ll probably be offering you pot or mushrooms, or some other nonsense,” he lectured while touching me. “They don’t know how to behave themselves.”
Greg sounded like a lame dad, and I was glad when he stopped talking because it was killing the mood. I might have lost it completely if I weren’t already so horny. He teased my clit with his thumb and slipped two fingers inside me, which always drives me wild. Greg kissed his way down my stomach, but I didn’t want him to go down. I needed to be fucked. I grabbed his hair and stopped him.
“Not tonight,” I said, locking eyes with him. I could see he was shocked. I loved it when he went down. “I just want you inside me.”
Greg pushed right into me and slid a hand under my ass to pull me to him as he thrust down. It was just what I needed. I gripped both his arms, dug my nails in, and threw my head back, moaning. I didn’t even think about how loud I was. I was getting what I needed.
“Shhh, Callie. They might hear,” Greg grunted between thrusts.
Fuck him, I didn’t care who heard. My husband was making love to me, and I just wanted to let go. The bed was creaking and rocking beneath us and sweat dripped from Greg’s brow into my eyes and I didn’t even care about the stinging. A great thing about Greg is that he’s good at reading my moods and he knew that I wanted a hot, quick, sweaty fuck. We could be sweet to each other another time.
I clutched Greg to me hard, my nails digging into his back now and I came swiftly. Even as my pussy was churning and grasping at his cock, my husband still fucked me hard until he came too, jetting his hot cum inside me. I kept Greg inside me until I felt him pulse his last and only then did I finally release him. It was the perfect ending to a most unusual day.
Max and Gena acted completely normal the following day and I let myself relax around them. It was like nothing unusual had happened and I was happy to play into that. They were comfortable enough with me to be themselves and it made me glad. I wished Greg could accept them the way they are. Max busied himself with some chores around the property and I spent the morning on the back deck with Gena.
Gena was like a new woman now that’d broken the ice the day before. She came out in a string bikini, but quickly laid the top aside, flaunting a curvy body that a woman half her age would have been proud of. I suspect she only left the bottoms on for my benefit. She strutted around like being bare was the most natural thing in the world.
Her all-over tan was perfect, but she still protected her skin. Gena’s dark brown nipples puckered up with excitement when she rubbed lotion into them. I was still mesmerized by her incredible breasts and stared like I had the day before. She smiled when she caught me and I felt compelled to say something.
“You look incredible. How do you stay in such amazing shape?”
“Thanks, Callie, but I don’t think I’m all that special. I just like to keep my figure. I’m not a head turner anymore like you are.”
“Thanks, but I bet you could still have your choice of men.”
“That’s very sweet of you to say. I have to give credit where credit is due. I chalk it up to daily yoga. I do it in the yard every morning right after sunup.”
“I am definitely taking up yoga then, although I don’t know about the sunrise part. I’m already starting to feel things aren’t quite as firm as they should be.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, sweetheart! You’re only in your twenties. You’re perfect, Callie. Max was just telling me what a sexy woman you are. I’m sure you could have any man you wanted. Greg is lucky he landed you.”
“Max did not!” I protested. How did that come up?
“He’s always had a thing for redheads, so I am sure that’s part of it, but still, I know he thinks you’re a terribly attractive girl. And he’s right. You are, Callie.”
My in-laws truly were a laid-back couple. Most women would not be so accepting of their husbands telling them how hot another woman was — especially their daughter-in-law. And even though I certainly saw Max as a man now — and not just Greg’s father — I didn’t know how to feel about knowing he saw me as a woman, not just a daughter-in-law. It made sense. All I could think about was how hard he’d been in front of me. Visions of his hard cock ignited the tingling between my legs and I told myself, You’ve got to stop this! I looked away, fearing Gena could see right through me.
“You know, if you’re comfortable with it feel free to take your top off too. It truly is liberating, Callie,” Gena said, smiling beatifically.
“Wouldn’t that be weird? It’s your thing, but I’m just a guest here. I don’t want to be too forward.”
“There’s no such thing as too forward with us. And while you and Greg are living here, this is your home, too. But don’t feel pressured. I want you to be comfortable, Callie.”
I was so torn. Taking off my top in front of my mother-in-law would be weird, but I didn’t want Gena to think I was uptight like their son. But still, was it asking for trouble? I didn’t want things to get weirder. I sighed and pulled my tank top over my head. I’d skipped a bra that morning and my boobs bounced free.
“I haven’t done anything like this in years,” I said, laughing.
“Oh? You’ve been topless in public before?”
“Spring break in Mexico, with a group of friends. I don’t even know if it was a topless beach. We were just young and drunk and crazy.”
“I’m sure you were very popular with the men around you.”
“You could say that.” I smiled, remembering the Mexican boy I took back to our hotel room. He’d been a lot of fun. I was not admitting that part to Gena. I don’t know why I told her anything. Greg had no idea.
“Doesn’t that feel better? I love the sun and the breeze on my skin. It’s one of the reasons I love having no close neighbors. You’ve got beautiful breasts, Callie. They should be free.” Gena openly gawked at my breasts and added, “I can see why the men in my life are attracted to you.”
“Stop it!” I complained, feeling the blush spreading across my cheeks and chest.
“Don’t be falsely modest. I remember when my tits were as nice as yours. I loved the attention they brought me.”
“Yours are pretty great too. You have nothing to worry about, Gena.” Hers weren’t as big as mine, but they were great.
“I’d say we should call Max over for his opinion, but he’ll lie and say mine are better if he knows what’s good for him.”
“Why don’t we agree with both have great boobs? How about that, Gena?”
“Deal.”
Gena handed me a bottle of lotion and I generously covered my breasts. Visions of Max coming out to watch danced in my head. He would have loved the show. And Greg would have been mortified by my libertinism.
Gena was right, it was relaxing. We had so much fun sitting and talking that I even forgot I was topless. I laughed thinking about how Greg would react if he came home and found us like that. We eventually settled into a companionable silence, and I even dozed as the morning slipped away. The day was perfect.
I woke from a lazy nap when Max came out to see what we wanted to do for lunch. My nudity was entirely forgotten until I realized he was staring at my boobs. He was getting quite an eyeful over those couple of days. The first urge was to cover myself, but that would be admitting that his gaze made me uncomfortable. I wasn’t going to concede that, so I acted casual and smiled up at him. Admitting I was uncomfortable might mean admitting it was because I liked his attention.
“I’m going to shower and then I can run into town and grab whatever you guys want,” Max offered. He acted casual too, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off my body.
Gena climbed out of her Adirondack chair and kissed him. “You’ve been working so hard this morning, honey. Just relax and let me take care of lunch.”
Max took her chair when she went inside and it was just the four of us — me, Max, and my boobs. He wasn’t bashful about checking me out and I returned the favor. His tank top showed off his muscular physique, while his shorts didn’t hide how much he was enjoying the view. The sexual tension between us was palpable and it felt like we were playing a dangerous game.
Gena called out that she’d made sandwiches and I offered to go inside and fetch them. I didn’t bother to put my top on, and my breasts swayed and bounced as I walked past Max. His eyes followed me the entire way. The tingling between my thighs became a throb.
Max put on a Santana record and the Latin rhythm filled the air. He seemed disappointed when I put my top back on to eat. He asked if Greg and I had plans for the weekend and I replied that I was sure my husband would have to work. I was angry thinking Greg wouldn’t be around because the fucking he’d given me the night before hadn’t been enough. I needed it again already. Max told me he and Gena were taking a day trip and that I was welcome to join them.
I went inside after lunch because I had to get away from Max. Being around him was just too much of a tease. I hated myself for it, but I wanted him. I cleaned up around the house, but I couldn’t stay busy enough to keep Max off my mind. I looked outside and saw him lazing in a hammock and I wanted to climb in there with him. I’d never fucked in a hammock before.
I lay in bed and casually touched myself. It wasn’t focused like I was trying to get off, but it just felt good to caress my curves. I knew Max wanted me and I began to seriously consider if he’d really fuck his son’s wife. I sensed that Gena wouldn’t mind. She was too laid back for that. I thought about how I could tease Max and seriously tempt him. I had the cutest little sundress that Greg hated because it was so skimpy. I’d wear it if I took that day trip with Max and Gena on the weekend.
My nipple was puckered and throbbing when I circled it through my tank top. I rolled it and gasped with excitement. I was dying to feel Max suck on it. The hand in my shorts stroked my furrow and I was soaked. I was tempted to pull down my shorts and finish the job, but I had chores to do. I deserved to be denied for being such a terrible slut anyway. I shouldn’t have left the bedroom so horny because I was left too weak to resist temptation.
Max was still in the hammock when I finished changing the laundry. His shirt was off, and he had a book in his lap, but his hands were busy his colorful glass pipe. The sweet scent of marijuana was heavy in the air.
“Hey Callie, care to join me?” Max asked when he spotted me.
Getting high seemed like the perfect antidote to my nerves. Max sat up and dangled his legs over the side of the hammock and invited me to sit next to him. The natural sag of the hammock pushed us together, which didn’t help my nerves. I felt hot the moment we were pressed together. I took a deep hit off his pipe. The sweet acrid smoke burned my lungs, but I liked it.
“Maybe you shouldn’t take such a huge hit,” he said.
“You’re right. Your stash always gets me stoned out of my mind,” I giggled.
I felt the effects within a few minutes. The greens and browns of the forest around us became sharper and the sounds of the nearby lake musical. My anxiety from being around my father-in-law went right away, but that wasn’t a good thing. I wanted him just as much. I just stopped feeling guilty about it. He was more handsome than ever and all I wanted to do was run my fingers through his thick gray hair.
I leaned back and the hammock tipped, almost toppling us backward. Max grabbed me, righting us at the last second. He yanked my arm and I tumbled into him, my cheek against his chest and my red hair spread everywhere.
Pressed against him, I couldn’t help myself and I rubbed my smooth cheek over his hairy chest hair, almost purring like a cat. Max did not push me away, but ran his fingers through my hair, encouraging me. I acted on instinct and began kissing his chest. It just felt natural. He shivered when my tongue flicked his nipple, which was fun. I did it again. Licking turned to sucking, and he moaned and hugged me tighter to his chest. Max returned the favor and slipped a hand under my tank top to tease my nipple. I gasped and sucked his harder.
Our lips crashed together, and my tongue sought his. Max was a marvelous kisser. I climbed into his lap, and he buried his face in my hair to kiss my neck. That’s my sweet spot and it sent thrills directly to my pussy. I was already soaked before his hands started roaming my body. God, I’m an easy slut!
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I weakly protested. The complaint was my last-ditch effort to be good. I didn’t want to be good.
“We’re both adults. There’s no reason to stop if we want this.”
“What about Gena?” Funny how my first concern wasn’t about my husband, his son.
Max pulled my tank top up over my breasts and he nipped at my throbbing buds. He murmured, “She would be happy that we’re getting closer. Gena and I believe in getting pleasure where you can find it.” That answer didn’t surprise me at all. He caught my nipple, and I felt the last of my resolve slipping away like the final grains of sand in an hourglass.
“But Greg?”
Max’s tongue flicked my nipple and I moaned his name. “Greg wouldn’t understand and I’m sorry, but I just don’t care right now.”
I didn’t either and I threw myself at Max, pushing him onto his back on the hammock. I straddled him and ground my pussy against my father-in-law while he cupped my breasts and sucked each one into his mouth. I shimmied down his body, pulling his shorts with me. It was hard to keep balance in the hammock and we should have moved to the ground, but I’d never done it in a hammock, and I liked the novelty.
His big, beautiful cock sprang free, and I caught it in my mouth, sucking it deeply before taking it out and licking it up and down. Max was grabbing onto the sides of the hammock and pushing his hips up at my mouth, but I kept teasing him by licking the head of his cock and not sucking it back into my mouth. Only when I thought I’d teased him enough did I take Max back between my lips and deep throat him. My ability to do that has impressed many guys, but I suspected that Gena was probably pretty skilled too.
Max lost it, squirming and moaning my name. His fingers raked through my hair and his hips pumped up at my mouth, but it wasn’t like he was forcing me. He was just enthusiastic. I locked my eyes with his and sucked harder. It was a challenge with such a big one, but I’d had a lot of practice before Greg. I relaxed and took him into my throat and nearly got all of it. I always feel so sexy when I give head because I love knowing that I can make my man go crazy with lust and it made me even hornier than I already was.
“Damn Callie, you’re such a good, sexy girl. Suck that thing, honey…”
I badly wanted him to come in my mouth, but I didn’t know if a guy his age could go more than once. I’d never been with someone so much older than me. I’d never had that daddy thing, but I was starting to see the appeal. Max was close — I could feel it — but I needed to get fucked. He couldn’t come in my mouth. Not this time. That big thing slipped from my lips, dripping with my drool. I hoped he didn’t mind that I was a messy slut.
I was ready to straddle him right then, but Max stopped me. “I’ve been dying to taste you,” he said.
We nearly tumbled out of the hammock again as we moved, but he had great balance. He turned me on top of him and yanked down my shorts. Max grabbed my ass and pulled my dripping fruit to his lips. I wailed when he feasted on me. It felt so good that I ignored his dick staring me in the face. I stroked it but was moaning too much to suck it. I hung my head, rubbing him along my smooth cheek and smearing his excitement on my face. He split me open, tongued my clit, and I wailed louder. Experience matters because no man — not even his son — has ever devoured my pussy like that.
“Max…ohmygod…ohmygod…yeah…yes…” I cried.
His thumbs stroked my lips and he slurped away, and I came so hard I thought I would pass out. Max kept feasting through my climax and I just kept going and going. He was in complete control of my body. I think I started screaming into the warm afternoon, but I was too out of my mind to worry about that. I’m surprised Gena didn’t come running.
“Max…mercy…please…you’re going to kill me…” I panted.
I tried to twist off him and tumbled onto the ground. It should have hurt, but my body was flushed with pleasure, and I giggled. I climbed right back into the hammock, lying on top of Max and furiously making out with him. His log was pinned between us, and I grabbed it. I had to get it inside me.
Fucking in a hammock is hard — especially if you’re high. I straddled Max and got him inside me, but it took a hot minute to figure out the rest. My in-laws must have fucked in that hammock a lot because Max knew just what to do. He took charge, guiding me by the hips and helping me find the rhythm.
Oh my god! It was so good. I hadn’t been so filled in ages. Size isn’t the only thing that matters, but there’s something special about being stretched open like that. His thick cock seemed to touch everywhere inside of me when I rocked on it. Max held my hips and bounced me on it and slamming down on that thing was magical. Gena was the luckiest woman in the world.
I leaned forward and grabbed the ropes at the head of the hammock, driving down onto him. My breasts bounced in his face and Max grabbed them. I whimpered his name when he rolled my nipples. God, he knew just what I liked! I came very quickly and kept coming as I rode him. I could hear how much I was gushing on him.
“Uhnn…uhnn…fuck me…Callie…fuck me…girl…”
“Max…Max…I love it…love it…ohmygod…yes!”
“Come for me, girl…”
“Yes…yes…ohmygodyes!”
Max grunted and gasped like a fish out of water. Weirdly, it’s the same sound my husband makes when he comes. He erupted inside me, and my pussy instinctively tightened, milking every last drop from him. I ground down, pushing his cock as deep as possible, and Max blasted a huge load inside me. It felt like a river of cum. I lay on his chest, exhausted and happy, our bodies still joined together.
Gena found us like that. I panicked and tried to jump up when I sensed her there, but she smiled and rubbed my back — while I still lay on top of her husband.
“It’s okay, Callie dear. Just relax.” She kissed my cheek and then kissed her husband. “I’m surprised it took this long for it to happen. Max has wanted this since you moved in, and I knew it was only a matter of time before you noticed how hot he is. Women love Max.”
I snuggled into his chest and smiled too. I was still high because I accepted the situation much too easily. “He is amazing. I’m surprised you two aren’t fucking all day, every day. I would be.”
“Who says we don’t? We’ve had to slow down while you’ve been here, but Max is always ready for it. Honestly, it can be exhausting. It’ll be nice to have someone to share the load.”
My mind barely registered that Gena acted like Max and I were a thing now. As much as I loved it, I knew that wasn’t a good idea for so many reasons. I also knew I wouldn’t say no if he wanted me.
“You really don’t mind this? Me and Max?”
“He’s not going to run off with you, Callie. I trust both of you. And even if he did, he was never mine to begin with.”
“I love you, babe,” Max said. “I’m not going anywhere. Callie is great, but…”
“I know, hon. And I love that you get to have your fun. Seriously, Callie. I think we’ll all love this arrangement,” Gena said.
“Oh god. What about Greg?” I groaned.
“We’ll figure it out. If he’s ever around enough to notice. I don’t think this would have happened if he wasn’t neglecting you, dear.”
“And if Max wasn’t so sexy,” I added.
“That, too. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like some quality time with my husband.”
What could I say? Gena helped me out of the hammock, and we embraced — even though I was totally naked. I clung tightly to her. I’d never loved Gena more. I could see us becoming best friends. I stumbled to the house to take a shower, but when I looked back, I saw Gena throwing off her dress and climbing into the hammock with Max. It seemed he was good for more than one shot at a time, with the proper motivation.
The rest of that summer was like a dream. Greg kept working like a demon and never suspected a thing. I should have been consumed by guilt, but I’d never felt more detached from him, and it wasn’t his parents’ fault. The byproduct of Greg avoiding his parents was avoiding me, and he didn’t seem to care.
Max and Gena filled my time. He was an insatiable lover and we fucked like rabbits all over that property. He was ready whenever I wanted him, which was all the time. The three of us stayed nude when Greg wasn’t around, which only made it feel more natural for us all to touch and caress each other. Gena often watched Max and me together, touching herself. I did the same when they made love. Yes, the three of us were together, but that wasn’t the norm. I loved to touch myself and watch them together. I learned some great pointers watching Gena fuck her husband.
Greg and I moved out in the fall, and I missed them terribly. I was always welcome at the lake, and I visited every chance I could. It irked Greg that I spent so much time with his parents, but he never indicated that he suspected a thing. I think he may have been secretly relieved because I filled the gap, and he didn’t have to spend as much time with them himself.
I became pregnant a year later and I honestly don’t know if the child was Max’s son or grandson. The boy looked just like Max and Greg, so it didn’t matter. Max was a wonderful grandfather and Greg was an amazing father. Gena loved having a grandson. I’m sure it sounds bizarre to outsiders, but in our own way, we were one big, happy family.


