This was wrong. And yet, she couldn't resist. And she didn't want to nor dare to say no.

A simple visit to Harris, her widowed father-in-law's home, had led to something she'd never dreamed of. 

Harris had been away from the country for a few months, and now that he'd returned, he'd informed her husband, Sebastian, who was currently on a business trip, that he'd like to taste Amelia's cooking.

When her husband told her about his father's request, Amelia, of course, didn't refuse; after all, she considered it an honour to satisfy her father-in-law's palate with her skills. After making his favourite food, she packed everything into a box and drove to her father-in-law's home in the evening.

And she had watched him eat and praise her as the best chef in the universe, making her blush. She had also noticed that Harris no longer looked corpulent with a beer belly. Instead, he now looked fit, muscly and quite a feast for sore eyes.

His semi-formal clothes were doing their best to accentuate his well-built body, and she found herself salivating, wishing she could feel how solid his abs were. The short-sleeved black shirt he wore was half-buttoned, revealing a part of his toned chest, and she found herself wishing to lean on that tasty-looking, sturdy chest.

She started to wonder what he would look like completely in the raw, and if his manhood was...

'Oh, Amy, you shouldn't be thinking such a thing,' she quickly upbraided herself in her mind, reminding herself that the man before her was off-limits. He was her husband's progenitor.

Even so, that forbidden thought came back, and her cunt also showed its support by throbbing, making her squeeze her thighs together beneath the table.

As Harris drank a glass of water, she noticed some naughty droplets sneaking down his chin to his chest and dousing his shirt.

No, she didn't find this messy at all but became enraptured, wishing she could lick off the water droplets and perhaps...know the taste of his lips.

'Oh my gosh!' she internally exclaimed, feeling her face heating up. 'What are you thinking, Amelia? He's your father-in-law!' 

Even so, her cunt only throbbed harder, as if opposing her self-reproach. Worse still, she could feel her panties getting damp, and she started to feel ashamed that she was getting wet for someone other than her husband. 

She quickly cleared her throat and excused herself to the visitor's bathroom. 

There she sat on the closed toilet lid and unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her ample breasts held up by a sexy red bra.

"Sebastian... he's always away on business trips. When was the last time he touched me? God, I fucking can't remember," she mumbled to herself as she bared her boobs, cupping them in both hands and fondling them.

Her cheeks and ears were tinged pink, and her face felt hot.

She took one nipple in her mouth and suckled on it while gently tweaking the other nipple.

Her actions made her cunt throb even harder, and her thighs squeezed together.

Letting go of that nipple, she suspired, eyes droopy as she started caressing both nipples while twisting her waist from side to side.

Oh, god, how much she missed sex.

She'd been so starved to the point she wanted to commit a taboo with Harris. It was all Sebastian's fault; it was his fault she was like this.

Freeing her right leg from her underwear, she placed her left leg on the bathroom wall with her skirt hiked up.

And so, she put two fingers into her honeypot, slowly at first, but soon, she picked up pace, her head lolled back, her eyes sagging even more.

She clamped her lips together to prevent any suggestive sound from slipping out. Oh, how much she missed being rammed.

It was a pity, Harris was off-limits. He might find her disgusting if she tried to seduce him. Perhaps she should consider getting a dildo...at least it would be better than nothing...right?

...

When she finally stepped out, Harris was already done with the meal, and he thanked her for gracing his palate with her excellent cooking. 

"Dad, it's what I ought to do," she said smilingly as she picked the box by its handle. "I have an appointment with the doctor in about half an hour, so I need to get going," she apprised him. 

Hands sheathed in his pockets, he nodded and proposed, "Alright, let me see you off."

Reaching the porch, she found that the weather had become gloomy. 

A strong chilly wind blew, causing her hair to flutter and her clothes to billow. Her hair whipped against her face, and she set it back in place, her brows drawn together in displeasure as it started raining sheets.

Of all times, why did it choose to rain now? 

"It seems the sky is jealous that it couldn't taste your cooking," Harris joked, emitting a low chuckle.

She sighed in defeat. There goes her desire to be punctual for the appointment today. It was impossible to drive in this kind of rain, so she'd better wait for a while at her father-in-law's place.

In the meantime, she could use this chance to hear stories about his adventures abroad.

Both sat on the couch for about half an hour, and she paid rapt attention to his interesting stories, even bursting into laughter at some of the tales.

"Well, she can't be blamed. You indeed look like you haven't even had a kid," she remarked after forcing herself to end the laugh.

"Oh?" he raised a brow, "You're sure?"

She nodded vigorously, "A hundred per cent, Dad,"

"Okay," he shrugged, "If you say so. Anyway, I need to go take a shower. And even if the rain stops, please don't leave yet, I have something to show you."

"Alright," she nodded her agreement. She was already so late for the appointment, and the sky seemed to have a grudge against her, hell-bent on keeping her unable to step out of this place for a while.

As Harris scaled up the stairs, she brought out her phone and dialled a number. Soon, the call went through, and she spoke remorsefully with the recipient on the other end. "Doctor Layla, forgive me, but I can't make it anymore. Let's reschedule the appointment. Yeah, Thursday sounds good. Once again, I sincerely apologise. Alright, take care,"

With the phone call ended, she placed her phone once more in her bag and focused her attention on the reality show being displayed on the TV screen. It was humorous to see well-known, veteran actors and singers make a disaster of a cake and still wear grins that failed to cover their embarrassment.

Her shoulders racked with laughter, and she brought a hand to her mouth to prevent herself from laughing uncontrollably. This wasn't her matrimonial home, so she needed to behave and keep up a good impression.

Minutes later, a hand touched her shoulder from behind, and she started, a gasp escaping her lips.

But then, she signed in relief when she saw it was just Harris.

"You scared me," she confessed, placing a hand on her heaving chest.

"Sorry, dear, I didn't mean to startle you. Forgive me, dear," he said with a worried look, but she shook her head and smiled.

"No, it's alright, Dad."

He suspired, "That's a relief then. I brought some popcorn, let's watch the show together." he sat on the couch and placed the bowl near his thigh on the couch. "Come closer, so we'll share," he instructed.

"I don't think that's alright," she muttered.

Right now, she was fighting hard not to pounce on him as he was. Dressed in a black bathrobe made of translucent lace that was secured in place by a red belt, he was no different from being naked. Although he was seated and had crossed his legs, she wanted to splay them and see what was between his legs.

"It's fine, just sit beside me. Believe me, these are very delicious," he reassured.

Not wanting to look rude to Harris, she obeyed and dipped her hand into the bowl containing popcorn. Tasting the first one, her eyes widened. "Mmn, it's really good, Dad," she remarked, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at the bowl again.

"Told you. You know I have good taste," he grinned.

"Oh, just wait right here, let me get us some sweet drinks," he rose and headed towards the kitchen.

"One for you, and one for my son's princess," he said after arriving, hunkering forward to hand her one of the bottles of juice. However, as he straightened his posture, something unexpected happened. His robe's belt chose this 'auspicious' moment to come loose!

"Ahh!" she shrieked, the plastic bottle of orange juice tumbling out of her fingers.

"Oh, um, s-sorry," he quickly stooped to put his own drink on the coffee table and then straightened his upper body before clumsily attempting to tie the belt, but it came loose twice, revealing his glory before his daughter-in-law.

"Dad...are you trying to seduce me?" she couldn't help but ask, her tone laced with incredulity.

Hearing that, the flustered look on his face vanished, getting replaced by a mischievous one. He left the sash untied and even shrugged off the bathrobe.

"So what if I am, Amy? Don't you like what you see?" he asked her with an impish grin as he closed in on her, letting her see his monster up close. It was truly...magnificent. It left her husband's cock in the dust by many miles.

"You..." She was at a loss for words. She really wanted to tear her gaze off his manhood, reminding herself that staring at his nakedness was morally wrong.

And yet, her body was quite honest; even her lips refused to cooperate.

She shyly reached a hand forward, leaving it hovering midair, "Dad, c-can I touch it?"

"Of course, you can not only touch but even taste it with all of your lips,"

"I only have two lips, sir."

He placed a hand on her head while shaking his own in disagreement. "No, Amelia, you have four. Two up here," he touched her lips, and she held herself back from licking that finger.

"And the other two..." He knelt, placing his hands on her splayed thighs, slowly pushing her skirt upwards, "...are hidden between your beautiful legs."

'This is wrong. I have to tell him to take his hands off me. I should get up and leave,' she thought to herself. And yet, she still spread her thighs wider at his command, arching her knees and placing the heel of her feet on the couch after he'd taken off her damp underwear.

Now, nothing was preventing her cunt from getting an 'appraisal'.

His hand cupped her meaty cunt lips. "Look at the way you're throbbing, Amy. I bet you wanted me to fuck you ever since you stepped in here,"

"No, I..."

He placed a finger to her lips. "Say no more, "

He then lowered his head and licked the jutted cunt lips, cleaning the love juice adorning them.

Raising his head once more, he ran his tongue over his lips, "Your nectar is so addicting. How blind is my son that he starves you this much? To the point you touched yourself in the bathroom earlier," 

His revelation was like an explosion.

H-he'd seen her in that wanton state?

"Oh dear, you need not feel ashamed. It's all my son's fault. Don't worry, Daddy's gonna feed you full with all the love milk that you need. Is that alright, sweetie?"

"Y-yes, Daddy," she responded with a meek voice, her eyes full of anticipation.

He slid two fingers into her sex and then brought them to her lips. "Taste yourself, Amy," he commanded and she obeyed, sucking on his fingers for a bit before letting go of them, sticking out her tongue like a naughty girl.

"Please, fuck me, Daddy, I need your cock inside me right now," she pleaded.

"Patience, Amy," 

He slid two fingers into her slit and started thrusting. She brought her hands to her mouth to stifle the moans threatening to spill out.

'This is wrong, I'm cheating. I'm actually cheating with my father-in-law. My husband... doesn't deserve this. But still, I... I can't miss a chance to feel a big cock for the first time. I'm sorry, husband, just this once, let my cunt taste what it deserves,' she thought, her legs starting to tremble from pleasure.

Her husband had fingered her before. But he'd never bothered to do it the way Harris was doing.

Her head lolled back, and her eyes drooped from bliss.

She loved it; she didn't want this to stop. Forget about morals, Daddy Harris needed to pound her till she forgot she had a husband!

...

He was now holding her thighs, spreading them properly, while her toes scrunched up in the air.

Dipping his head, he started to lick her quim, slowly and teasingly. 

And then, he picked up a steadier pace, bobbing his head up and down as his tongue unleashed pleasure on her clit. She subconsciously wanted to squeeze her quivering legs together, but he kept them apart and started eating her out.

She pressed harder on her lips, emitting muffled moans.

Heavens, this was something she'd never experienced. Harris made her feel like a virgin all over again. She began to look forward to him banging her silly. Ah, she just couldn't wait.

Her wanton thoughts made her cunt produce more love juices, which Harris gladly licked up. A few minutes later, he let go of her legs as her body spasmed from coming.

"Get on your knees," he commanded her after standing up.

"Y-yes, Daddy,"

Even though she was still feeling the waves of pleasure in her gut, she obeyed. Without being told, she held his impressive length in her hands and began to pleasure him with her hands and then, her mouth, nodding repeatedly on his cock.

At a point, he pried off her hands and fisted her hair before thrusting into her throat.

A tear rolled down her face. She'd never been throat-fucked before. Why was her husband a far cry from his own father?

He just believed in kissing, next to zero foreplay and then sticking his tiny dick up her cunt.

Yes, tiny. His dick was tiny compared to his father's. She started to wonder if he was truly Harris's son. Otherwise, how could he have such a tiny dick when his father was this impressive?

She placed her hands behind her at his command and clasped her left wrist with her right fingers as she breathed in his manly scent.

Finally, she felt him getting larger in her mouth and knew what was about to happen.

"Gawd, your oral core is so sweet," he praised amidst grunts, increasing the pace of his thrusts.

Disobeying his earlier command, she held onto his thighs like a lifeline as he fucked her throat deep like her ancestors owed him money.

"Take my cock, you slut." He gripped her hair even tighter, his thrusts slowed but harder and much deeper.

More tears rolled down her face, but she still held on to his thighs. It seemed Harris liked rough fucking, that wasn't a problem at all. As long as she got railed by him tonight, all was good.

He ultimately cummed in her throat and thrust for a few seconds before slowly pulling out.

He had released quite a lot in her oral cum dumpster. Seems he hadn't had sex in a long time. She swallowed his warm, thick load, patting her chest as she coughed. He lifted her chin with a finger, making her lock gazes with him.

"Clean my dick," he commanded.

"Yes, Daddy," she took him in her mouth again, making sure to clean him properly.

Down there, she was dripping wet. She needed to be fucked. Right now.

She stood and took off her clothes, so she was mother-bare before him.

"Such beautiful breasts!" He remarked, snaking a hand around her waist and pulling her closer.

"Thank you, daddy," she said with a flushed face.

Lowering his head, he claimed her lips with his while his free hand cupped one boob.

The good slut she's become.

...

Harris was now behind her, his hands fondling her breasts the way they deserved while his erect length teased her butt. Arching her back, she leaned on his chest, eyes drooping, biting gently on her lower lip to suppress lewd sounds from escaping. 

He pinched her nipples hard, making her cry out softly from the discomfort, but she didn't try to extricate her engorged nipples from his hold. Her swollen nips craved his magic touch; denying them pleasure was a sin in itself. 

Harris planted a kiss on her right shoulder, even licked her nape while his thumbs kneaded her voracious nipples. Ah, how she wanted to melt into him!

He soon let go of her boobs and walked to stand in front of her. "Do you really want me to fuck you?" He asked, arms folded.

"Yes, please," she responded, her tone thick with need.

He cocked a brow, "Why?" 

His question left her stumped. Why? Was there a need to ask?

"Dad..."

"You know my son married you, to make you his exclusive and official cum dumpster, right?"

"Yeah, that's right," she muttered with a nod, an unsettling feeling rising in her chest.

Had he been testing her? Wanting to see if she would fail the fidelity test, which she had just done? Did he and her husband plan this? W-was Sebastian watching her right now, perhaps through a secret camera, feeling disappointed at her unfaithfulness?

"Why do you want me to fuck you? Confess, and if I'm satisfied, you'd get a big reward."

"Sebastian is... He's utter trash in the bedroom," she said with gritted teeth.

Yeah, even if he's watching, she'd still say it. Compared to his father, her husband was more like a rookie even after two years of marriage.

His father knew the right buttons to press on her body, knew how to take her to the ninth heaven of pleasure. Even if this might cost her marriage, she didn't care anymore. She had to fuck Harris tonight and know the taste of a big dick!

"How is my son trash? Explain," Harris asked with a brow raised, seating himself on the couch, legs spread.

She walked up to him and knelt between his legs. She then held his cock and started stroking it before using it to gently hit her left cheek. "Dad, let my cunt do the explanation. What do you say?"

"Sure, but not here."

"Then let's go to the bedroom," she suggested, running her tongue over the tip of his shaft. 

"Not my bedroom,"

"Then...where would you like, Daddy?" She probed.

"Your matrimonial bedroom. Does your cunt dare to provide a convincing 'explanation' there?"

Amelia hadn't expected him to suggest this. But they'd already gone this far. His cock was too good to miss. The rain had already stopped. They could get in her car, and she'd take him to her husband's house, not a problem. 

In fact, the thought of being fucked silly on her matrimonial bed sounded kind of exciting. 

She nodded, "Yes, Daddy. Let's get dressed and go there now." She made to stand up, but he placed his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to remain kneeling. 

"You'll have to provide a partial explanation here first."

"How?" She asked, stroking his dick. 

"Use your boobs, and your arsehole," 

"I...I've never been fucked in the arse before," she divulged, concern plastered across her face.

Her husband, who couldn't even last long while fucking her cunt, how would he bother to grace its neighbour? 

Harris stroked her tousled hair, "There's always a first time, baby girl," 

Although she was scared, he assured her he'd be gentle. But his level of gentleness would be determined by how well she pleased him with her breasts. 

And so, she nestled his cock between her twin mounds and lowered her head to lick his cock slit before proceeding to stimulate him with her twin mounds. 

After a while, he ended her action and asked her to get on all fours and wait for him. 

When he returned, he was holding a bottle of lube and, of course, a condom.

After rimming her, he lubricated her ballooned knot, thrusting in a finger and gradually two. 

It felt foreign and came with some discomfort, but she didn't dislike it. Instead, she was looking forward to being pounded. 

When it was time, he drove himself into her slowly until he was fully sheathed. 

She gritted her teeth, her legs quavering, toes scrunched, eyes watery. 

It hurt. 

A sheen of perspiration embellished her forehead as she sniffled. 

"It'll only hurt this time. After this, you'll be dreaming of being banged here every night. Right now, you have to relax a little more, okay?" he said in a soft tone.

She nodded, "Y-yes, Daddy..."

Without even asking, he began to move, starting slowly at first but adding pace after a short while. 

"S-slower please..." She begged, a tear rolling down her left cheek. "P-please slow down,"

However, he slapped her butt hard, earning a yelp from her parted lips, "No complaining, Amelia. Your gorgeous asscunt is asking me to go faster,"

Another slap on the right butt cheek! 

"How dare you contradict its wishes, huh?"

"S-sorry, Daddy," she replied in a shaky voice.

He yanked her hair, and her hands left the floor. With her upper body now closer to him, he encircled his left fingers around her neck, exerting just a bit of pressure. 

The palm of his free hand also exerted pressure on the small of her back, making her arch her body the way he wanted. 

"Who's a good slut?" he questioned, his warm breath fanning her nape.

"M-me... I'm a good slut..." 

"Say it again," he instructed, licking her nape and then gently biting on her pinna. 

"I..."

Thrust!

"I... Ah~! a g-good...slut..." she managed to say.

"Say my name," he commanded, and she obeyed with trembling breath. 

"Daddy Harris..."

"Good girl," he cupped her right breast, fondling it while undulating his hips behind her. 

"You'll grit your teeth and take me like the good slut that you are, Amy." He instructed, thrusting harder, making her boobs jiggle. "Am I clear?"

More tears rolled down, and she sniffled before managing a reply, "Yes..."

"Yes, what?" He asked, pinching her right nipple hard, making her yelp. 

"Yes, Daddy," she whispered.

"Good girl," And so, he let go of her neck. 

With her upper body freed, she dipped her torso and rested her elbows on the floor, her hands balled into fists as she kept going forward.

Her muffled moans, his sexy grunts and the intense sound of skin clapping skin rented the room. And she had learned her lesson. There was no asking him to go slower. The only words he wanted to spill out of her lips were 'Faster', 'Harder', and even better, 'Deeper'!

He eventually made her lie supine on the rug and had her cradle her trembling knees.

Assuming his position between her parted thighs, he dipped his head to lock their lips in a passionate kiss while pounding into her arsehole like it was the key to saving the universe.

She moaned into his mouth, her jealous cunt frantically producing more juice. 

When they ended the kiss, he stimulated her quim with two fingers, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean of the nectar.

"Delicious," he remarked with a grin.

"Thank you for the praise, Daddy. Please fuck me like the good slut I've become." She implored, spreading her legs wider, "Fuck this naughty daughter-in-law of yours, please." 

"Who am I to say no, Amy?" 

He resumed penetrating her asspussy, her parted lips spilling salacious praises, eyes sagging from the intense waves of bliss rocking her world below.