Emma And Oliver (Part Two)

Walked in is maybe a little too descriptive. Their door had been part open and I'd caught sight of their reflection in the bedroom mirror. They were in bed, their bodies partly covered by a sheet. Even so, from their positions it was clear Oliver was taking my daughter from behind.

It was of course a private moment and I should have turned and walked away but for some moments I'd stood there captivated by the movement of their bodies, more particularly Oliver's who was rhythmically thrusting in and out. My daughters cries and grunts of pleasure, which had excited me most, were muffled by the fact her face was pressed down into the pillow.

Unseen I had stood by the door and watched. It had struck me as carnal, almost animal like, especially so when Oliver had started to grunt as his pace had increased

Then I had watched as he'd grabbed at her hair, pulling her head back violently before mashing his lips over hers where he'd finally bought my daughter to what I can only describe as a violent orgasm.

I hadn't stayed to watch any more. I had turned and left but for the rest of that day and indeed for some time to come the moment had stayed with me leaving me wistfully fantasising how it might be to have Oliver take me that same way, roughly, holding me, kissing me as he ploughed himself deep into my body.

Now here I was, my lips inches from his, aware at the very least, if nothing else, this might at least be my chance to find out how well he kissed. Moments later, unable to resist the thoughts filling my head I pressed my lips down onto his.

His lips felt moist, fleshy, warm. I had no idea if he'd accept this. If he'd react and pull away. All I knew for sure was, I kept thinking of Francis, lying downstairs on the sofa, asleep. Never before had I done anything like this.

Our marriage was strong...happy and these thoughts filled me with guilt yet as bad as I felt, the truth was, I couldn't remember a time feeling this good about a kiss. Sure, it was wrong. I knew as much but the reality was, it felt so erotic.

It seemed as if we'd been kissing for an age, though I suspect it had been no more than a few seconds before Oliver finally pulled away.

"Christ Emma! Francis's downstairs." He argued.

"He's fast asleep." I countered quickly.

"He could wake."

"He could but he won't. You know as well as I do with all he's had to drink he's out for the count. Now be quiet and kiss me," I ordered, shocking myself at how bold I sounded." This wasn't me at all but the truth was, I had finally sampled those lips of his and right then I wanted more.

I leant in close, wondering if he'd respond once more or if he'd see sense and pull away. He responded, way better than I had imagined for this time when our lips met his tongue began probing suggestively, too and fro over my lips.

Wanting more and sensing he did too, I willingly opened my mouth to allow his warm, slippery tongue to slip between my lips.

I sucked gently on it at first, enjoying it's feel, allowing him to probe deeper, loving the sensation of its slippery texture as he explored the inside my mouth.

His hands slid down the side of my body then further down, his fingers tugging at the hem of my skirt, easing it upwards over my thighs.

Again I didn't need to be told I should never be allowing this to happen but all the while his fingers busied themselves, brushing lightly over my thighs his touch felt so sensual and I found it increasingly harder to resist.

Moments later, I guess you could say he finally overstepped the boundary. I had eased my lips from his, about to suggest we maybe ought to stop, when I felt his hand slide beneath my skirt. His fingers began lightly caressing back and forth over the lace of my black knickers and instead of voicing what I'd intended, I instead found myself holding onto my breath as the reality of what was happening dawned.

I knew then I needed to put a stop to all this once and for all but even as I was thinking these thoughts his fingers began kneading firmly into my buttocks. As they did, so I leant forward pressing my lips over his once more, this time quietly moaning my pleasure into the depth of his mouth, trying to convince myself this was simply one last kiss yet more than aware it was all getting way out of hand.

It was all of my own doing. I knew this. I'd been the one to start. I'd been the one, thanks to the drink, feeling horny and it had been me turned on by the sight of his body. More importantly, It had been me, the one unable to resist the idea of touching him and of having the thoughts of getting a kiss or two.

I tried to argue that's all it had been. That I'd wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of his body against my hands and maybe enjoy the kind of kiss my daughter had had that time. Now, laying there, his body beneath mine with any number of thoughts filling my head, I wasn't so sure.

The feeling of being in his arms was electric., though the idea of knowing Francis was only moments away downstairs should have been enough for me to have put a stop to it there and then. Yet while this one thought alone had caused the guilt to come rushing back it did nothing to reduce the feelings I was experiencing inside. Indeed, somehow knowing this, appeared to add to the excitement. Here I was lying on our marriage bed, in the arms of my son in law, sharing a kiss more passionate than I'd done in a long time, aware a big part of me didn't want it to stop.

Likewise, I felt Oliver too was sharing these same feelings for as the moments passed the intensity of the kiss continued to grow. Our tongues had melded together, the two of us were now eagerly exploring one another's mouth's. No longer were my hands on his waist. One was around his neck, the other under his body, my fingers kneading their way into the flesh of his back. His were holding me close, every now and then his fingertips massaging into my back.

Again thoughts of Francis downstairs on the sofa returned as did the guilt. As much as I was enjoying all that was happening I knew it couldn't continue. I had to put a stop to it.

I pulled away from Oliver's lips. About to tell him to stop, I felt his hand slip between my knickers and bared bum. He immediately started to stroke his fingertips, lightly, back and forth over my anus. That area of the body, for me at least, is most definitely an erogenous zone. The sensation was quite exquisite, and given, there I was in the arms of my son in law, unbelievably arousing.

I heard a groan of pleasure escape my lips and at the same time I felt Oliver begin to push his hips upwards. I could feel his hardening cock pressing into my body. It felt big. More to the point it felt good. Not just because it was a cock but that it was Oliver's cock. Someone I had long held a deep desire for. Lost in the pleasure of this passionate embrace I leant forward to resume our kiss.

I think I knew then, at that precise moment in time, despite the fact my husband was only downstairs. Despite the fact a part of me still wanted this to stop, it was never going to happen. I had bought this all about myself and regardless how wrong I knew this was, I was going to have Oliver Fuck me.

Though I didn't want our kiss to stop I eased back a little from his lips. I was moving my body against his now, enjoying his hardness.

"Oh Oliver! I can't lie. I've wanted this for such a long time," I gasped, "and with all that's just happened, I think you've wanted this too."

"For longer than you could ever know Emma...But what about Francis?" he questioned.

"No, as far as I'm aware, he doesn't want you," I giggled, amazed at myself I could still joke at a time like this

"You know damn well that's not what I mean," he replied, squeezing hard on my bum.

"I've told you, he's out of it. We both know that." I replied.

He slipped a hand around the back of my head and pulled me into a firm, passionate embrace. Seconds later he pushed me away, leaving me wanting. It had been all too brief.

"You realise this is a mistake Emma?" He whispered.

"Yes!" I replied, sliding a hand down between our bodies. I pressed my fingers over his hidden member which I could feel was growing bigger all the time.

"Yes it's wrong Oliver." I said once more. "But you've gotten Emma's pussy so so horny and right now all pussy can think about is this nice, hard cock"

I leant forward where we kissed again, this time I ground my body firmly against his wanting him to know I was enjoying the closeness, the feel of his hardness. Again, after a few moments he eased me away.

"You absolutely sure about this Emma?"

I thought about his question for no more than a few seconds.

"Yes!! I almost hissed. Then, bolder than I'd ever been in my life added. "I want you to screw me Oliver. I want you to take me hard and dirty like you did my daughter that time."