My Son-in-Law Bent Me Over the Table

He was jealous of my new love interest

Months had gone by since I’d fucked my son-in-law, Ted. I invited him over with the plan to seduce him. It was a vulnerable time after my husband walked out on me after many years of marriage. Plus, my daughter, Kerry, didn’t deserve him. She couldn’t quench his sexual appetite the way I could.

But it was never going to be a long-term affair. He was still married to my daughter after all.

“I can’t believe you met someone, Mom. And he’s so handsome,” Kerry whispered.

“He is, isn’t he?” I whispered back.

We both looked at my new love interest, Gregory. His silver hair and sense of style were enough to make any woman swoon. No matter what their age.

“Don’t venture too far, we’re all going to sing happy birthday to you soon,” Kerry said.

“Who’s that?” I heard Ted asking Kerry.

“It’s Mom’s new man. Handsome, isn’t he?” Kerry said.

Ted turned his head and looked at me. I could see the jealousy written all over his face.

“Little old for her?” Ted said, still staring at me.

“Well, she isn’t exactly young herself,” Kerry said.

Who are you calling old? I thought to myself.

Ted wasn’t pleased either.

“Can you go look for the candles? They might be upstairs in the study. One of the drawers,” Kerry asked.

“Sure,” Ted said.

“Ted, I’ll get it,” I said, touching his arm before heading upstairs.

He followed me.

“Did Kerry say it’s in here somewhere?” I said, pulling out random drawers.

“Julia, who is that guy?” Ted asked.

“He’s my boyfriend, Ted. Is that so hard to believe?”

“He’s double your age,” Ted scoffed.

“Well, he fucks like he’s half my age,” I retorted.

That flash of jealousy again.

Ted leered at me, his hungry eyes taking in every inch of my short glittery dress.

“You dress like a whore now too?” he asked.

“Gregory likes it. I’m his whore now,” I said. “So, watch how you speak to me.”

Ted grabbed my arm.

“What about us?” Ted said.

“It never happened,” I snapped.

“Maybe I should remind you,” Ted said.

Finally.

He grabbed my arms, spun me around and bent me over the desk.

“Ted, what are you doing?” I said.

I heard him fumbling with his jeans.

“You’re mine, Julia,” he said.

He held me down with his left hand. Ted used his free hand to pull my dress up.

“You’re wearing a thong?” he said.

I could sense the jealous anger in his voice.

“Gregory likes it,” I said.

Ted yanked it down to my feet, exposing my ass.

Smack! Smack!

“Ow!” I yelped as he slapped my ass cheeks so hard, I could feel his burning handprints forming on them.

“Fuck Gregory,” he said, kicking my feet apart.

“Uh!” I whimpered as Ted squeezed his big erection into me.

“Nice and wet already, Julia? Were you waiting for this?” Ted said.

He grabbed my hips and started pounding me hard. I held onto the desk as it moved a little each time he thrust himself into me.

Flup! Flup! Flup!

I could feel my ass bounce against his pelvis.

“This cunt belongs to me,” he said, digging his fingers into my soft waist.

Ted pulled himself out with a loud plop, grabbed my hair and pulled me up. He spun me around and lifted me onto the table. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he shoved his cock into me again. Ted looked like a man possessed. He ripped the front of my dress open, pulled my bra up and started squeezing my tits.

“I’ve missed this,” he said, fucking me while he sucked on my nipples.

He moved up to kiss my neck and finally slipped his tongue into my mouth. I moaned louder and louder as he sucked on my tongue. Ted slammed himself into my body, fucking me harder than he’d ever done before.

Reclaiming me.

I could feel his veiny cock pumping in and out of me as my canal gripped him. His cock started throbbing. I knew he was close.

“I think I’m in love with you, Julia,” he whispered.

Those few words did something to me. I whimpered into his neck as an orgasm tore through my body. His cock exploded, sending his seed deep into my core. We continued fucking like long lost lovers. He finally pulled himself out with a squelch.

I dropped to my knees, grabbed his twitching cock, and swallowed the last few spurts of his cum. Ted fell back into the chair, his erection blood red and glistening in the light.

“What are we doing, Ted?” I said.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, Julia,” he said.

It was only supposed to be sex. Nothing more. Certainly not love.

“We can’t do this, Ted,” I said, standing upright.

The loud gurgling of cum filled the room.

“Go downstairs, I need to clean up,” I said.

He nodded.

“Don’t take too long. We need to sing happy birthday,” he said.

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