Forbidden Desires: Short Filthy Stories

SHARED BETWEEN FATHER AND SON (I)

Chapter 1

Again!

I woke up in the arms of my father-in-law, both our bodies naked under the duvet with the smell of dried c*m filling the air.

This has been our escapade ever since, Robert, my father-in-law witnessed his son's intense all-out treatment towards me.

I remember the way my stomach twisted when he moved towards me after one of his son’s banter to me.

“Clarissa,” His voice was like a low rumbling but still felt calm in my ears.

I looked up to me, my eyes blurry from unshed tears, there he was standing tall, broad shoulders, and his hair neatly curled. He looked more like a distinguished gentleman than an old man in his mid-fifties.

But I want him, I’ve wanted him for so long. My imagination about him is so wild but unfortunately, he’s my father-in-law.

“You don’t deserve any of this.” He murmured, sitting beside me on a couch. His weight dipped when he sat in, allowing his cologne to fill my nose. He smelled of sandalwood.

He placed his hand on my shoulders, calculating at first, then he started rubbing my back through my thin cotton blouse.

I should have pulled away but I didn’t; instead, I leaned in, craving him, the simplest touch of comfort that wasn’t laced with anger.

His thumb began to draw small circles on my back skin, making me helpless. “You’re stronger than you know,”

He was gentle and calm. Marcus, my husband isn’t usually this way. But I loved the gentle, I craved for it.

He trailed his fingers down my arms. “I don’t know how much more I can take,” I whispered, my voice cracking.

He cupped my plush cheeks in his hands. Gentle, yes. He tilted my head upward and our eyes locked and in that moment, the world narrowed down to just us. Like nothing else ever mattered or existed.

Just us.

He leaned in slowly, giving me time to stop him but I didn’t. His lips met mine, soft at first, tasting faintly of the wine he had probably drunk earlier.

I kissed back, hesitant at first then hungry. I fisted my hands in his, our tongues dancing in our mouths and I could taste my salty tears in his mouth.

He stopped. “Let’s take this upstairs, will you?” He suggested.

I obediently agreed.

In the guest room upstairs, he turned immediately. He got into the room and kissed me hungrily.

“Mhmm…” I moaned into his mouth unable to control myself any longer.

He started to explore as he slid his hands under my blouse and undid the clasp of my bra. Like it wasn’t enough, he tore through my thin blouse, exposing my plump and already hard and pointy n*****s to himself.

“Mhmm… so beautiful.” He murmured against my neck, his breath becoming a medicine to make me more horny than I already was.

I straddled him, my skirt yanking up over my thighs, the friction of his jeans on my pants sent waves of wetness in my already wet p***y.

His hands gripped my hips and I could feel his hardness growing beneath me, thick and consistent and it gave me the courage even though my fingers trembled as I undid his belt, the metallic click echoing in the cold room.

His d**k sprang free, thick and heavy in my hands, and the veins pulsing under my touch.

“Robert,” I breathed slowly while I stroked his huge inches as I watched his eyes darken with lust. He gently lifted my skirt higher, pushing my pants aside with one hand while the other teased my c**t.

“Mhmm…” I let out a moan.

He circled my c**t with his thumb, playing with and teasing me till hell's end, before he eventually slid his two middle fingers into my wet, dripping cunt.

My p***y made the slick- slick sounds from being finger-f****d by Robert.

“Please, Robert,” I begged, positioning myself above him.

He nodded.

“f**k!!!” I screamed slightly as he buried his huge inches inside of me, inch by inch he filled me.

I’ve never felt this way in bed with Marcus, but with Robert, my father-in-law, it was ecstatic.

He f****d me like it was gonna be his last, like he found a goldmine in my p***y. I loved every bit of his movement.

“Are you okay?” He asked me in between his thrusts..

“Yes,” I answered.

“Do you like it?” His hands roamed around my n*****s, until I cried out, the pain- pleasure turning into what looked like endless ecstasy.

“Mmhm…” I stretched out with moans, I could barely contain myself.

I felt like I was about to explode a dozen times.

He began to thrust faster and harder, and I could feel both our orgasms building up, his fingers digging into my fleshy ass.

“c*m for me, Clarissa,” His voice a low rumbling, like a raging lion but still tender.

That command and the calmness of his voice undid me, then a wave of pleasure crashed through me, my p***y clenching around his d**k in spasms that left me trembling.

His orgasm followed suit, letting out a deep and raging groan, he released tons and tons of his thick hot c*m inside of me.

We collapsed together, breathless, and my heart racing. I just lay still beside him, curled up in his arm thinking about what mess we had just made.

But, memories like this are hard to come by and dangerous to keep.

A knock came on the door. It was hard, my heart sank, it was probably Marcus, my husband. Is it possible that he heard my loud moans while being f****d by his father?

Panic and chaos kicked in,

“Clarissa, open this damn door, I know you’re in there.” Marcus’s voice came from outside the door.

Robert was lying there, unbothered. He had less to lose while I had everything to lose!

The doorknob rattled. If Marcus comes in now and sees it this way - naked and disheveled. Evidence of a father’s betrayal and a wife’s infidelity.

I had forgotten so soon that I was a compensation for a debt owed by my parents.

“f**k s**t!” I screamed before Marcus forced the door open.