This is a total work of fiction.
In my first story involving my father-in-law, Ernest, I gave him a surprise enjoyable blow-job. To bring readers up to date, if they haven't read "Giving My Father-In-Law TLC," the following refresher of that brief story is offered, in its entirety as Chapter-I, with the continuance of my relations with Ernest as Chapter-II.
CHAPTER-I
About 12 years ago my wife's side of the family held a summer family reunion in Kentucky. I was then 56 years old, and my wife was 53. At the reunion my wife's father, Ernest, was present. He was then 83 years old. Ernest was about 5'10" tall, 145 lbs...very thin, white thinning hair, but perfectly sharp of mind, and as I was soon to find out, possessing a very strong libido.
Ernest's health wasn't at it's best. He had some ailments that were making the going tougher than it had been up to now. He'd been married 3 times, twice after he lost my wife's mother back in 1978. He soon remarried, but that marriage quickly failed due, he told me, to "that woman being cold and frigid." His third wife had recently taken ill and had gone to live with a daughter and her family in another state. So Ernest was, as I had suspected, very horny...always horny, and "in need of comfort," as he once put it to his third wife when she announced that she was going to bed.
At some point during the festivities of the reunion...eating, drinking, playing games, etc., my father-in-law had an attack of some kind in his legs. He was in some pain and unable to walk very well. Gout was suspected, then shingles, etc. A nephew drove him to the local hospital and he was promptly admitted for observation and examination.
My wife and I visited him on the second day of his hospital stay, and during our visit he announced that he needed to use the restroom. Because he could not walk unassisted, and because there was no nurse present, I volunteered helping him go into the hospital room bathroom, and I also went inside the room with him to assist him on the toilet. He said he had to pee. But he also told me that he had alot of difficulty peeing the past year. His pee sort of trickled instead of streaming out. He was wearing a hospital gown...easily opened to allow toilet activity. I held him and gently sat him on the commode, and he then revealed the nicest cut, 6+ inch cock I'd ever seen on any man. He was erect as a man about to penetrate the most beautiful, mouth, ass or pussy could be....and he was 83!
No wonder he couldn't pee. He was too hard to pee! I was both astonished and surprisingly aroused by my father-in-law's manhood protruding proudly from beneath his hospital gown. My mouth began to water at the sight of this old man's penis. He then began to shake it and milk it up and down. He said "I have to do this to pass water." A dribble of urine was visible, but he was hardly peeing. I said "Ernest, you can't pee with it so hard. It's too erect. You have to make it go soft." He said nothing, but kept futiley working it.
After about 1 minute I could no longer stand it. I said "Ernest, let me help you out." I then pushed his hand aside, took hold of his organ and began to manipulate it...stroke it up and down. Ernest was totally taken aback by my actions. He stammered, "wha..what are you doing? Good God, Frank." He lifted his hands and placed them on his thighs and let me do to with him as I pleased. His eyes then half closed and his body seemed to submit itself to my touch. I felt such sexual arousal for this old man. I wanted to please him, to thrill him sexually. I wanted to make him cum.
"Do you like this, Ernest?" When I'm done you're going to be able to pee just fine," I told him. He opened his eyes, made eye contact with me, and he said "yes, oh yes, yes. That feels so good. It's just what needs to be done...just what I need. Thank you, thank you, Frank."
My caresses and stroking of his cock made him grow hugh! He was now oozing pre-cum. This was so hot! I could no longer resist. I bent down and knelt between his thighs. I then lowered my face to his legs and began to kiss his boney old man shins, knees, and his hairy thighs. My kisses were wet and very passionate. I was totally surprised by the lust I was feeling for my father-in-law. I was licking his lower body! I was loving making love to his body. I was lusting after him
Finally I got to his crotch. I began a frenzy of licking and kissing his genital area. He was now breathing hard and raggedly. He said "Frank, my God, Frank. What's happening? What are you doing to me?" I looked up at him and said "I'm loving you, Ernest. I love you. I want to make you feel good. I want to comfort you," and I continued to minister to his manhood.
I next began to lick the slit of his penis. It was wet and oozing copius amounts of preseminal fluid. I tasted it. I sipped it. I sucked it out of his cock! I loved it. It was warm and had a silky slippery texture to it. I swallowed it down. I was making this old man a part of me. Wow, the intimacy of it all! I continued, but next I inserted his penis into my mouth. It was so wonderful...throbbing, silky hard, wet, alive in my mouth...my father-in-laws cock! He began to squirm on the toilet seat, and his legs were moving erratically. I massaged and caressed them, and I then began to suck hard on his penis while I bobbed my head up and down. With one free hand I worked his testicles with loving massage. I was totally into pleasuring this wonderful old man.
After about 3 or 4 minutes had gone by, Ernest was totally under my control. He was mine to lead to exquisite pleasure...to orgasm and ejaculation. I then realized that's what I wanted...no, that's what I needed. I needed my father in law to cum in my mouth. I wanted to swallow this old man's seed. I was craving his semen...his sperm....the sperm that had made my wife some 53 years ago. I began to get rougher with his lower body. I hugged and squeezed his legs and thighs as I worked his cock with my mouth. But Ernest was in another world. His eyes were tightly shut. His breathing was loud, deep, noisy. His face was flushed. He was grunting and moaning all at the same time. He was nearing his climax.
Then it began to happen. I felt his legs and lower body tense up. His skin got tight and started to raise goosebumps. He began to tremble, just as the head of his cock got ever so large. He then let out a yell, "Frank, Frank, ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, God, my God, aaaahhhhhh, aaaarrrggghhhh, aaaahhhhhh," as he spurted gobs of thick, sticky, hot, seminal fluid. It sprayed my tongue, my teeth, my palate, my lips, my throat...everywhere in my mouth. It was the most thrilling sexual experience of my life to that point! I felt such a love for this old man. I was drinking his semen, and I loved it! I loved him, too. I squeezed his pulsing cock and milked every drop from his cock and testicles. He was giving it all up to me. There must have been 8+ spurts...maybe some weeks of congestion...saved up cum. I was the lucky one to receive it...his gift to me. It was an off-milky white color...some yellow in it....very sexy. I swallowed evry drop of my 83 year old father-in-law's semen. Upon contemplation, the intimacy of having a man ejaculate in my mouth, and then swallowing it is without any doubt to me among the most sexually moving experiences of my life.
After he was done, I licked his cock clean, suckled on it some like it was my pacifier, and then I removed it from my mouth and told my father-in-law thanks. "Ernest, I love you," I told him. "You're the closest man to me there is. We're one, Ernest." He sighed, smiled, and nodded a yes. His cock was now soft, and after a minute he began to pee normally, and when he was finished I helped him out of the bathroom and into his bed. I held his hand as he settled into bed. I think he loved me in that special way now. I know I loved him that way, too. I wanted more with this man. I needed to give myself to him anally. The next time, I wanted him to cum in my ass. This was the beginning of what I hoped was going to be much more.
CHAPTER-II
It was nearly one year later when my father-in-law, Ernest, and I would meet. My wife and I had a cabin in the mountains of northwest North Carolina, where we sometimes spent two weeks during the summer. I invited Ernest to come visit us during that time, and he arrive the day after us by bus as he was no longer driving due to his age. He was now 84, but since the last time we'd seen him his health had measurably improved. I was particularly heartened by this, because I wanted Ernest to be able to peform with more than just cumming in my mouth like the last time. I wanted this wonderful man to have anal intercourse with me and satisfy himself and me by cumming in inside me. Actually, I wanted to be the old man's bitch! The thought of Ernest cumming in me while I wiggled and squirmed while he thrust his 84 year-old penis inside me made my cock rock hard, and my knees weak with lustful desire. I so longed to hear him groaning like he did when I sucked him off a year earlier. This time I was anticipating his gripping me tightly around the waist or hips, kissing my neck, back and shoulders, and melding his body with mine in a final wonderous thrust of ejaculation. His hot semen felt by me inside my bowels would be the proof of his love for me, and I would fall in love with him all over again, just as I did when he filled my mouth with his seed a year earlier. I'd not forgotten. The memory still warmed and aroused me for this old man.
The meeting at the bus stop where Mary and I went to pick him up was one filled with anticipation for me. When Ernest saw us he immediately made eye-contact, not with his daughter, but with me. We shook hands, and he then gave Mary a fatherly hug. We were all smiles...laughter, gladness to see him. But for me there was lust. he wore some dress shorts, casual shoes, and white socks. I looked over his bare elderly spindly legs...the legs of a masculine 84 year-old man who could ejaculate a nice load. This I knew first-hand. I remembered the taste of his semen. Oh...I so wanted it again, in my mouth, my ass, anywhere he could put it, I would take it, and I would deeply fall in love with him for it.
Ernest was his old self with Mary. With me he was now a bit different. He didn't argue as much, or at all, and he had a softened attitude towards me that wasn't there before I became intimate with him that first and only time. I think he wanted me...felt tenderness towards me, had desires for me to give him pleasure and love. I think he wanted to make love to me...or at the very least have me make love to him while he fully enjoyed receiving it without admitting his part in our intimacy. After all, he was most likely old school and very homophobic of mentality. But he loved to cum by a man...this I knew.
A few times Ernest had bumped his leg, arm, or hands against some part of my body. It may have been just incidental contact, but I couldn't remember it ever happening before. I just knew he had some kind of "hots" for me...he must have. I finally decided to make an overture. It was on the 4th day of his visit, and Mary was in town shopping. Ernest and I were finally alone. It was mid-morning, and Ernest was wearing short pajamas with a top, and barefoot. His legs looked so sexy to me...thin and spindly, with a layer of fine white hair over an elderly blemished, but masculine, skin. He looked so sexy to me.As soon as Mary had gone we made eye-contact. I smiled, and Ernest sort of uneasily looked away and then back at me. "Well," he said, "what are you going to do this time?" I replied, "What do you want me to do, Ernest? I still remember and have very fond memories of last year. I'd love to do it again. I want to please you that way and other ways, too." He look at me, and then he said "I remeber too. Sometimes I wish I could forget, but God help me, I can't. I enjoyed it too much. I think about it everyday...even pleasure myself with the thoughts. I have other thoughts about you too." I was getting harder and wetter by the second, just hearing his words. "What other thoughts, Ernest?" I inquired. He looked up at me from his chair and said "All kinds of thoughts. Thoughts a man shouldn't be having for another man, much less his son-in-law."
I now knew we could make love. Ernest sat in an easy chair, legs relaxed and partially open...a body language that told me that I could pleasure him...he was submissive to any touching I wanted to give him. His arms were on the armrests with his palms almost fully up...beckoning me to go to him and be held close to his body. I did just that. I walked quickly to him, knelt between his thighs which he separated, and we embraced as he wrapped his arms around me...caressing my head and hair as I kissed his chest through his PJ top. He then kissed my head. I looked up at him. There was lust in his eyes. I knew what he wanted and what I had to do. I opened his pajama top buttons and began to kiss his elderly hairy chest. He sighed. I then let my hands roam around his chest, thighs, knees, shins and calves. I slide my hands under his PJ shorts and moved them over his upper and inner thighs. He was sighing and breathing harder...caressing my head, shoulders and neck.
His pajama shorts were fully tented now, and a large dark wet spot had formed over the peak of the tent top. I kissed it, squeezed it, and then sucked the cloth over it. I could smell and taste his manliness, and I was ecstatic over the precum I was able to suck through his PJs. Earnest's eyes were closed. I next opened his fly and released his 7" cut hard shiny wet cock. It was throbbing, and it jumped when I extended my tongue to lick the piss slit of a clear drop of precum. It was just too much! I quickly engulfed his lovely organ into my hungry mouth and begans to suck, tongue-caress, and thoroughly stimulate this wonderful old man's penis. I reached into his crotch and fondled his testicles...licking, kissing, smelling and tasting his intimate parts. He was so hard, wet, sexy! I knew he could easily cum with my mouth working him, but I wanted him to cum in a different way than the last time. I wanted him to fuck me doggy style..to be like his wife. It was like I wanted to get pregnant by him...I needed him like that so badly. I wanted to know him like that, and for him to know me like that...in such an indescribably tender and intimate manner. I got up, extended my right hand to him. He looked up at me, breathing hard, face flushed. I gently pulled his light elderly body to its feet and led him to his bedroom. He followed like a needy lamb to a satisfying pasture. We stopped at his bed, and I turned toward him, dropped my short pants, my briefs, and removed my t-shirt. I was naked before him. His eyes were filled with lust.
He then unsnapped his PJ shorts and let them fall around his ankles and feet. He was so hard...so sexy, beautiful. I wanted to devour his cock and balls...to lick him everywhere. I so wanted to become one with this wonderful old man. I knew I would...when he poured his semen into my colon. That's what I would make him do. He wouldn't be able to help it. So loving was I going to be to him as I gave my body to him to bring him exquisite pleasure and joy. I stepped toward him and unbuttoned his top, removing it and letting it drop behind him. He was now also naked. He looked so frail but yet so viral...a hugh wet erection on a spindly old man with his eyes glazed over from lust and need. We were now ready.
I stepped closer to him. He was almost 6" taller than me, so I looked up at him as our arms embraced eachother. I then let him bend down toward me, and we kissed. He usually wore dentures, but they were not being worn now. It was so erotic to kiss his smooth toothless mouth and gums. His tongue penetrated my mouth and probed it. I did the same to his mouth. We swapped saliva and moaned in eachother's mouths as our passion intensified. I gently led and lowered him to the bed where he moved to one side. I got lay next to him, and we cuddled, kissed, fondled, and made love. I then was ready to give my self to him, and I hoped he was ready to take my anal virginity.
"Ernest, I want you to do it to me," I passionately pleaded...looking lovingly and longingly into his eyes. I then got on "all fours" and said put it inside me. I remembered the K-Y in the night table by the bed, reached for it and liberally smeared it into my anal region. I then took "the position." Ernest got behind me...saying not a word, and pressed his erection inside my ass crack. His penis was hot, hard, and so needy. I wanted it more than anything I think I'd ever desired. I blurted out, "I need it, Ernest. Please put it inside me. Push it in. I want you to finish inside me. I love you so much. I want this proof of our love."
I raised up my behind for easy access for Ernest. He took the cue. He gently pressed, slid it around some, and then he forced his wonderful manliness inside my body. It was physically hot, so exciting, throbbing and alive inside me! He began to thrust in and out of me...grunting with each movement. His breath was ragged and hot on my back and neck as he bend over me and rubbed me all over my shoulders...his boney aged hands constantly moving over my body while our passions grew. I was hard and leaking precum. It was indescribable to feel being taken this way by an old and venerable man. I felt that I was being honored...privileged to be pleasuring him so totally with my body. His thrusts continued for 1-2 minutes, and then the usually quiet old man in this situation began utterances of sheer delight. "Oh, Frank, Frank, my God, Frank...I'm close, son, very close. You're going to get just what you wanted. I'm making you mine...my woman, son-in-law, my woman." Then it began to happen. I felt him stiffen...make a final thrust, stay deep inside me and start to bellow. "Frank, Frank, i'm cumming, i'm cumming you bitch. You wonderful bitch of mine. Daddy now owns you...owns you forever. I'm giving you my cum...my seed. I'm making a baby inside you. You're mine, all mine. Ohhhh, aaahhhhh, aaaarrrggghhhh, aaaahhhhhh."
The spurts began...warm flooding feelings spreading inside my bowels. I felt so fulfilled and honored by it. I was now falling so in love with my father-in-law. The intimacy overwhelmed me. He must have given me 5 or 6 spurts with each of the stiffening spasms of his cock and torso. I well knew I was being fucked, and I loved it! Then I involuntarily began to ejaculate on the bedsheet underneath me. "Aaaahhhhh, aaaarrrrgggghhhhh, Ernest, I love you." Finally it stopped. "Ernest," I said breathlessly. Please leave it inside me. Lets lay and rest with you in me." He was out of breath, but he managed to half sigh and half grunt an ok. We spooned with his cock nestled inside my ass. I felt so satisfied and loved, and I loved Ernest very much for it. After a few minutes Ernest fell asleep and I felt his flaccid penis slipping out of me with a soft plop sound. I also felt his semen dripping out of my anus. It was a wonderful feeling knowing that i'd so bonded with my father-in-law, Ernest. I began to wonder if my wife might like to share such a wonderful experience.
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