Incest/Taboo I married my employer

When I was in high school, I was ogled by boys and suffered jealous bursts by other girls. Being born to a Swedish mother and a Jamaican father blessed me with great phenotypic genes. I was 5'3", 128 pounds, with long straight dark hair, a face that reminded many of Eva Mendez, and a guitar-shaped body with huge breasts. My character was shaped by 2 opposing factors: On one side, by my parents, who loved me dearly, spoiled me, and ALWAYS ensured I got whatever I wanted, and on the other side, by the constant need to survive among hostile girls and hungry boys.

These contrasting influences may affect kids in different ways, but in my case, I cared much less about my studies and joined some of the baddest guys in the neighborhood. By the age of 18, I agreed to date Tony, a 24 year old, who was the son of a known gang leader. Between the 2 of us, he was the dominant figure: He taught me to drink alcohol, use all kinds of drugs, and have sex whenever HE felt like it. I loved the attention I got when we went to parties with his friends and accommodated all of Tony's needs, from cleaning after him, to cooking for him, and being subjected to his perverted sexual appetites. In addition to classic vaginal sexual positions, we had anal sex, threesomes with his best friends, bondage, and even spanking. I accepted everything, thinking he loved me, and one day we'd get married. However, he dumped me after 2 years for what he called 'fresh meat.'

After he left me, I was devastated for about 2 weeks. Then Norm, another gang member, heard I was available and took me under his wings. In the beginning, he was sweet; he brought me flowers and chocolates and kissed me gently. But slowly his true colors appeared. He also started ordering me around and making me his sex slave. Whenever Norm visited my house, he was polite to my parents, who adored him and never realized his criminal activity and the way he was treating their sweet princess. At least, unlike Tony, he never hit me. Our relationship continued for almost 2 years, with me working as a secretary at a lawyer's office.

Everything changed when I turned 22. Norm and 2 other guys were caught by the police after robbing a couple of stores in the neighborhood. I attended the trial. Over there it was revealed that Norm had a long list of prior convictions, and he was sent to jail for 10 years.

My employer, Larry Lohan, saw that I was distraught. He gave me an extra week of PTO and even raised my salary by 8%. For additional money, he told me whenever he and his wife left the house for a show or a party with friends, he'd be happy to use me as a babysitter for his 7 year old son. I agreed to babysit, and that's how I met his son, Michael. When we were introduced, he was very shy. He liked me to read him stories, and later we usually played hide and seek. Larry and his wife used my babysitting services until Michael turned 10. Then, without telling me the reason, they stopped.

In the years that followed, I had a few guys I went out with, but I attempted to screen them better. Each one lasted between several months to 3 years. I knew they were attracted to me because of my appearance and not my brains, but it didn't bother me. As long as they treated me with respect, it was fine. However, on many nights I kept dreaming about my past sexual escapades with Norm and Tony, woke up horny, and masturbated until I came.

My boss, Larry, was always a gentleman in my presence. He might have been a shark in court, but he treated me with utmost respect, even when I screwed up at work. I tried my best to help him as much as I could: I served him coffee at 10 am, made sure his favorite cookies were also on the shelf, kept his office tidy and neat, and ensured his scheduling and charge files were flawless.

One day, I brought him the coffee and saw him sitting red-eyed, looking blankly at the wall in front of him. He didn't acknowledge me, and his mind was obviously somewhere else. I touched his shoulder and said, "Larry, is there anything I can do to help?"

He glanced at me, and for the first time, I saw tears in his eyes, "Julia, as you know, I am fairly introverted. Since the last time you babysat Michael, many changes happened in my family. Four years ago, my brother, who lives in Australia, came to visit for a week. He talked with Mike and convinced him to continue his studies in Sidney. My brother is one of the most important employees at their large Taronga Zoo. Neither my wife nor I wished him to move half the way around the world, but here in school Mike was disruptive, and the principal notified us that if he committed one more illicit act, he would be expelled. Mike was happy to move away, telling us he loved animals more than people. So we thought we could go for such a drastic change. Two years later, my wife was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. We tried everything, but last night we were told it spread to other organs, and she would not live to see Christmas."

I was stunned, "Larry, why didn't you tell me earlier? I would do ANYTHING for you and your wife."

He had a bitter smile, "There was nothing you could do before and nothing you can do now. My wife refuses to eat and is on daily doses of narcotics. She begged me not to talk about it with Mike, because it would worry him..."

"May I go and talk to her, convince her to eat, or at least console her?"

"No! Sorry, but the answer is no. These days she doesn't want anybody to see her. She lost half her original weight and could not tolerate people watching her with pity in their eyes. She was adamant, saying until she died, she wanted nobody at home but me and her helper."

In the following weeks, I saw Larry's hair turn silver and new wrinkles on his forehead, until one day, he called me and said she expired. He tried to contact Michael, but couldn't: His son was on a trip with 2 other guys in Japan. About 50 people attended the funeral.

In the next few days, some relatives went to Larry's house to cheer him up, but to no avail. I gave him a week to drown his sorrow in alcohol and then knocked on his door. His voice sounded raspy, "Go away. Leave me alone."

I found the spare key in the pot by the door, entered, and felt the stench. The house was dark with the curtains closed, the kitchen table and sink full of used plates and utensils, remnants of pizzas on the floor - You get my drift. I said loudly, "Larry, I am here to help." He shouted from his bedroom, "Julia, go home!"

"No, I am not. I came to clean the house and make sure you have everything you need." There was no answer.

I cleaned the living room and the kitchen, threw the out-of-date milk from the fridge, and said through his door, "I go to the super to buy food for you. Shall I buy what I think you need, or you tell me?"

His voice sounded softer, "Please, don't..."

"Larry, I am worried about you. I remember your wonderful wife. She wouldn't want you to stop living, so I'll buy what I think you require, come back, and force you out." He stayed mum.

I returned 40 minutes later, using my money for his foodstuff. I knocked on his bedroom door. He mumbled, "I am in bed."

I opened the door. The room stunk. I opened the curtains and saw him crumbling on the bed with clothes he probably hadn't changed for days. His hair was disheveled, and he had a newly grown beard.

I approached him, "Larry, I have to clean the room. Go to the bathroom, shower, and put on clean clothes while I fix the room." He just stared at me with a dazed look.

Next, I grabbed his hand and gently pulled him out of the bed, helping him to the bathroom. In his closet, I found a pair of underwear, a shirt, and pants, and placed them with a clean towel on the stool by the shower.

I started the hot water and gazed at him. He just stood there, helpless. I blurted, "Are you going to undress by yourself, or I do it and drag you in myself?"

He whispered, "I'll do it."

"Good. I am getting out and will check on you in 15 minutes."

I let fresh air into his bedroom, replaced the sheets, cleaned the floor, and threw the dirty clothes into the laundry basket. While doing all that, a couple of times I listened by the door to ensure he was OK. At one point, I heard his electric shaver working, so he was safe.

I waited for him in the living room. He exited the bathroom 10 minutes later. He looked almost like 'the old Larry': His hair was done, no beard, and he dressed properly. New wrinkles were noted near his eyes. He looked at me and murmured, "Julia, thanks for everything. You can go home now. I'll be at work tomorrow at 8:30 and see you there."

The following day, I arrived at 7:30 am, checked the neglected mail, prioritized everything he had to address urgently, and prepared strong coffee with a couple of doughnuts.

Larry entered the office at 8:35 and had a little smile, "Thanks for yesterday. Please call Morgan and thank him for covering for me when I was out. Let me check my desk first and I'll get back to you."

He closed the door behind him and stayed there for a full hour. In the meantime, I answered phone calls and took messages, preventing clients from disturbing him. Then he came out, sat on my desk, and said, "Julia, thanks again for yesterday. I need to leave, do some errands, and talk to 2 clients in their homes. I'll see you again tomorrow morning."

The next day, he was more cheerful. He said, "Are you free this evening?"

I stared at him, "Yeess... why?"

"Will you join me for dinner at the new French restaurant 2 blocks from here?"

"Larry, you don't have to..."

He smiled, "Julia, I don't have to do anything. I like you, and if you agree, I wish to spend an evening with you."

"OK..."

"I'll reserve a table for 2 and let you know the exact time."

While working in the office, I always dressed conservatively, usually with a 2-piece suit that hid my body's shape. For dinner, I chose to put on a short black dress, which I hadn't worn in ages. I likely gained 1-2 pounds since I last used it because it was tighter than before. I checked in the mirror, and it looked good on me, so I decided to use it. I added 3" heel shoes, and a touch of red lipstick.

Larry saw me and his eyes inspected me up and down with his mouth agape. I smiled, "Do you think it's too much? It will take me 15 minutes to change..."

"NO! Please, don't. You look smashing. I see you every day in the office and knew you were pretty, but this dress reveals the figure of a very... desirable woman."

"Thank you, sir. Anything to make you feel better these days."

"I'll feel MUCH better if you stop wearing boring stuff to work and have something nice, like this dress."

"But Larry, it's too short. Anybody who sees me with such a cleavage will lose respect for me and... the office."

"Julia, please do me a favor and ignore anybody else. I love the way you look!"

"As you say, boss."

So, Larry wished to see me dress for him rather than dress for the office. In other words, he wanted me to stop adhering to the customary dress code and wear more revealing clothes. I wasn't sure it was such a good idea, but after losing his wife, my priority was to make Larry a happy person again. So, each morning, I began wearing short dresses or mini skirts and open blouses.

From the first day I started wearing short attires, Larry found multiple reasons to talk to me during work hours, smile at me, or offer me candies. At every opportunity he ogled my cleavage and blushed when he was caught.

One day, he said, "Julia, I've never seen your boyfriend."

I chuckled, "These days I do not have one. The last time I dated somebody was 8 months ago."

"Would you like to come with me to the movies?"

"You are a wonderful employer and a nice man, but you don't have to feel sorry for ME for not dating anybody."

"Who says I am doing it for you? I think you are a good employee, you look great, and a terrific person. I am doing it for selfish reasons."

"OK, but if you change your mind, do not hesitate to tell me."

"I won't!"

Larry picked me up half an hour before the film started. I remembered his eyes liked to gaze at my massive tits, so I wore a short beige dress with low cut top, sans bra... I added little makeup, mascara, and red lipstick, and waited for him. He brought me flowers, commented that I looked prettier than ever, and we drove to the theater.

I can't recall the title of the movie, and barely paid attention to the screen; Larry's hand hugged my upper arm, and I rested my head on his shoulder. From the corner of my eye, I noticed that 80% of the time, his face was aimed at my generous cleavage. His desperate attempts at peeking at my breasts were funny and... arousing.

After 15 minutes, it became clear the movie interested him much less than my chest. I decided to facilitate his efforts. I took his palm, which sat on my upper arm, and placed it on my tit. His hand froze. He wasn't sure what to do next.

I faced him in the dim light and whispered, "I noticed you don't care about the movie, and your eyes poke my chest, so go ahead; you can stare and even play with my girls."

His fingers trembled when he started tweaking my breasts. His touch was soft and tender. My nipples began hardening. After many sexless months, my arousal was primed by his gentle touches. Next, I separated the upper part of the dress from my boobs and pushed his fingers onto my sensitive tits. Larry massaged them, making me horny. As he continued kneading my boobs, he was squirming in his seat. I suspected he was getting aroused too, and placed my hand on his groin. There was a steely-hard bulge in the front of his pants. I squeezed it lightly and gazed at Larry's face. He looked at me pleadingly but didn't talk.

I murmured, "Neither of us is interested in the movie. I think both of us would prefer to go to bed. Am I right?"

"Please... yes..."

"Let's go to your house."

We left the theater. On the way to his house, we didn't chat. He drove above the speed limit, but was lucky, and there was no police around.

We entered the front door. I stood inside, lifted my chin, puckered my lips, closed my eyes, and waited. He was such a ditz: It took him a long time to realize he was supposed to kiss me. And then he did. It was a light kiss, barely there. I murmured, "Not like that. Show me you really want me!"

His lips pressed against mine. I parted his lips and invaded his mouth with my small tongue. At the same time, I pushed my chest onto his body, feeling his erection was still impressive. I said, "Let's go to bed."

I sat him on the bed's edge and performed an amateurish striptease. First, I kicked off my shoes, then very slowly opened my zipper, letting it fall on the carpet. Watching me wearing only low cut panties, he gasped, and his face flushed. His eyes were hypnotized by the look of my humongous tits. I paused momentarily, letting his eyes explore my large brownish areolas and pointy dark nipples. Then, I gingerly lowered my panties, revealing my landing strip. His hungry stares made me very horny, and my cunt began dripping. I sat by his side and said with a smile, "Larry, it's your turn now."

He was much shier than me, even though he had no reason to be embarrassed with his body. He undressed rapidly. Larry was about 5'10", 170-175 pounds, with nice hairy chest, flat tummy, and about 6" skyward pointing cock.

I commented, "For a 48 year old guy, you look very good!"

He grinned, "You think so? YOU do not look 'very good'; your face is the prettiest I've ever seen, and your body is heavenly!"

I chortled, "So now that we realized we like the other one's body, would you rather I suck you, or you wish to have intercourse?"

"... I prefer to have sex with you..."

Noticing his shyness, I mounted the bed, lay on my back, and spread my legs for Larry. He knelt between my thighs, aimed his cockhead, and started penetrating my drenched pussy. His pecker's length was slightly above average, and it was also thick and fit nicely into my vagina. I closed my eyes, mostly to make HIM feel better. He accelerated his thrusts, and his hands began kneading my boobs. I heard his breathing turn labored. My horniness steadily increased. My fingers clutched to his muscular ass cheeks and pulled them toward me. We orgasmed almost simultaneously. It was a nice, pleasant, first-time intercourse.

After a short rest, we dressed up. I made coffee for both of us. As I served him the drink, his eyes were glued to mine.

"Larry, what is it?"

"Julia, will you marry me and make me the happiest man alive?"

"Larry, the fact we slept together does not mean you have to marry me. Your wife just died and you are very emotional. You do not think about the implications. Have 3 months to get completely over your grief, and then if you are still interested, ask me again."

He smiled, "Julia, I've sinned. I thought about you even when my wife was around... I know I love you, and you proved to be exactly what I wish my wife to be, both physically and mentally. If you insist, I'll wait 3 months, but the chances I'll change my mind are close to zero!"

Larry was a true gentleman. He didn't push me to marry him sooner, and was reluctant to suggest sexual escapades. Actually, I was the one who told him that having sex once a week was OK with me, even if we were not going to wed.

Three months later, he repeated his proposal, and I agreed. I was 35, and he was 13 years my senior, but he was a nice man, a gentleman, and physically fit. He was socially inept, and at times too quiet, but these were minor issues. I was happy to marry him.

The wedding took place 6 months later. There were almost 100 guests, including family members, relatives, friends, and some VIP clients of Larry's. The one obvious absentee was Michael, Larry's son. He was in Australia and said he'd be back in town by the end of the year. According to my calculation, he was now about 20 years old. On the phone he said that after the summer vacation, rather than return to Australia, he would like to be here for his junior college. After many years on the fifth continent, he claimed he missed America.

Larry was elated, "Son, I missed you a lot. Yes, apply to the state college here. I know some people who might help facilitate your acceptance." I added, "Mikey, I haven't seen you in almost 10 years. You must be taller than me, but I bet I can still wrestle you..."

Michael laughed, "Julia, I always liked you. As you suggested, we'll find free time and wrestle, but please, have mercy on me; I am younger..."

"Mikey, stop mocking me. Yes, I am 15 years your senior, but I will take you down!..."

"Dad sent me pictures of you two. My father looks somewhat older, but you look much prettier and sexier."

I grinned, "Watch your tongue, honcho, you are now talking about your stepmother. See you soon."

So that's how I found Larry sent Michael pictures of us, yet the son never bothered sending anything to us. Neither letters nor photos, and except for an e-mail each blue moon, we had flimsy details about him from Larry's brother, who called Larry once a month.

The next 2 months, until summer vacation, our married life became... quiet. Larry was a fairly conservative guy in most regards: He liked simple American dishes, watched football and basketball, went 3 times a week to a health club for an hour of exercise, dressed in simple clothes, and had 2 friends he knew since his college years. The sex was also vanilla: Unless I pushed for something else, he was happy to fuck me missionary-style twice a week for 15 minutes and then go to sleep. He was considerate and always tried his best to make me climax, but variety was not his thing. So it was a rare occurrence that we did doggy-style or cowgirl. He wasn't much into oral, and I mean both giving and receiving... It bothered me in the first month, but then I resigned to my fate: Larry was no longer a teenager and despite claiming I was sexy, his libido was limited. Yes, the sex could have been better, but overall, Larry was a good man and cared about me.

Michael was supposed to arrive home sometime on Friday. So, while Larry had to work, I remained at home to cook, arrange his son's room, and help him if he showed up early. I finished everything by midday and sat to watch TV. At 12:45 pm, I heard the doorbell ringing. I opened the door wearing a robe. He smiled at me.

"Michael? Is it really you?..." Before me stood a 20 year old, 6'2", 185 pounds, handsome, very tanned guy whose face remotely resembled the boy I saw many years ago.

He took me in his arms, kissed my lips, and blurted, "Julia, you are more beautiful than I thought, and MUCH more gorgeous than in the pictures Dad sent me. Let me bring my stuff; it's still outside. Once I put it in my room, we'll talk. In the meantime, if you can make me a strong black coffee, it will be awesome."

This stud took my breath away. Where is the cute shy boy I used to babysit?... At least his American English stayed the same. I prepared the coffee and made myself green tea. He finished bringing his luggage into his room and joined me. I gazed into his eyes. They were bluish, which was unusual for a brown-haired guy. His long, thick, almost shoulder-length hair was not combed and framed his manly face like D'Artagnan from The Three Musketeers... My heart skipped a bit.

During the coffee break, we didn't talk. We just stared at each other. Michael's hungry eyes ogled my face and then paused on my chest. He had a mischievous smile and remarked, "I wasn't kidding; you are breathtaking, and a lot more stunning than I remembered. Dad must have bribed you to marry him."

I grinned, "Mike, I aged and look accordingly. Your father is a good man, and when he proposed to me, I happily agreed. Now tell me, what do you want to do after the summer vacation?"

"As I said before; I registered for college here in town. During the vacation, I wish to relax around here, swim in the pool, use the jacuzzi, meet new friends, work part time at the Australian exhibit of the local zoo, and spend time with you. I missed America, missed my father, but I missed YOU the most. And frankly, after seeing you, I'd say that so far, YOU are the most attractive thing in America."

I blushed, "Mike, so many compliments... Are you buttering me up so I won't hit you as promised?"

He approached me, hugged me tight, and whispered, "Julia, honey, you can hit me whenever you want. You can do anything to me and... with me. I think I am in love."

"That's flattering. Thank you."

"After the long flights, I am dirty and tired. If you don't mind, I'll shower and go to sleep."

"Sure, honey, go ahead."

He went to the bathroom, and a moment later, I heard the water pouring. I realized he didn't take a towel or clean clothes. I grabbed a towel, stood by the door, and said loudly, "I brought you a towel. Can you take it?"

He shouted, "Open the door and place it on the inside handle." I opened the door slightly, and saw a glimpse of his naked body between the heavy vapors. His athletic body reminded me of old Greek sportsmen statues: muscular and lean, but he also had a long, thick, dangling dick... I hung the towel and went to sit by the TV. My thoughts wandered to my youth, when I used to attract and play with young guys. I sighed, 'Well, lady, time to confront reality. You are no longer young and restless. And you are also married!'

I was half dozing when he came out. The towel barely covered his loins... An old photo of a statue of Apollo floated before my eyes. I explored his figure up and down. When my eyes reached his face, I saw his blue eyes piercing mine. He blurted, "Julia, I'll be around at least in the next 2 weeks. We'll have enough time to ogle each other in the pool."

My face turned ruby-red. I didn't talk. He smirked confidently and disappeared into his room.

His Dad arrived half an hour later. I told him Michael had gone to sleep earlier. Larry commented. "He'll probably suffer from jetlag in the next few days. Australia is on the other side of our planet."

I served dinner. Larry asked what I thought about his grown son. I said he looked good and planned to be around for a while. After the summer vacation, he'd continue his junior year in town. Larry giggled, "Mike was an average student in Sidney. I used my connections to help his admission..."

"Larry, he is familiar with your influence around here. Please, don't mention to him he got accepted because of you."

"I won't. I still remember college life when I was his age. Studies were the least of my priorities, but I was fortunate to start taking my classes more seriously in time, otherwise, I'd never become a lawyer. Honey, it reminds me; tomorrow, I have to meet with the Freedmans for about 4 hours. The closing arguments of the trial are Monday morning."

"OK. I'll stay with Mike. He may need new clothes, toiletries, or certain tools"

"Good. I'll see you two later in the evening. Do you mind if we go to sleep earlier than usual? I want to feel fresh tomorrow."

I remembered Mike's divine body, which made me horny, hoping Larry and I could play in bed. But seemed uninterested. I gave up, and after an hour of tossing and turning, fell asleep. I woke up at 3:30 am, hearing soft noise. Our door was open, and Michael's face peeked in. I pretended to be asleep. He glanced at us for a minute, then left and closed the door.

Larry left the house at 8 am, after eating breakfast with me. By 9 am it was already 80 degrees. The day was supposed to be much hotter toward midday. I wasn't sure when Mike would wake up, so I put on my white bikini and sat on a lounge chair by the pool. I wore large dark sunglasses, and my head was covered with a Boonie Hat.

I was sipping cold lemonade when I saw Mike exiting the house with a tight Speedo on. He moved in my direction with an impressive tent in his swimsuit. He stood before me and said, "Lady, in a bikini, you are even more attractive. Your chronological age has to be around 35, but you look 10 years younger and god blessed you in all the right places." His innuendo was clear as the sun.

I mumbled, "You talk too much. Be more useful and spread suntan lotion on my back before I burn alive. Here it is." I lowered the chair's back, and turned on my tummy.

Mike grabbed the oily stuff, smeared it on my back, and began massaging it into my skin. It felt fantastic. His palms were rugged, yet he applied the right pressure. Then he said, "Better open the straps to make the back look even and homogenous color." And without waiting for my approval, he unclasped my top part. He continued rubbing the lotion, now and then using knuckles and even elbows. His massage was relaxing and soothing. He gradually moved from the center of my back toward the sides. A couple of times, he gently touched my side boobs. The first time it happened, I gasped. After the second time, my respiration turned faster, and I felt my juices begin to accumulate down there. However, I said nothing.

Mike continued rubbing my sides, and then descended toward my lower back. He inserted his fingers below the waistband, and did my upper cheeks. I whispered, "Mike, what are you doing to me?"

"Next time, if you choose to wear a smaller bottom, everything will be even." I didn't argue. Not that I believed his explanation, but his hands felt very good...

Subsequently, he moved to my legs. It was obvious Mike was MASSAGING me and not only smearing sunblock lotion. I loved his expert hands. He did my feet and began moving up. Calves came next, and then my thighs. This time, he started from the sides and gradually progressed medially. His strong hands gingerly parted my legs wider, moving slowly up. The pleasant feeling turned to arousal. The closer he came to my cunt, the hornier I became. I was convinced he could notice my drenched bottom. I was no longer in control of my body. I was a prisoner of his skilled hands, that kneaded my muscles while affecting my brain.

His fingers were now about an inch from my pussy. My mind knew it wasn't right, but there was nothing I could do to prevent his advance. Next, 2 fingers caressed gently my covered labia. I was beyond myself. I wanted to scream, to object, to ask him to stop, to tell him to... get inside me. I just lay there waiting for whatever was coming without the possibility to change the outcome...

Next, he gradually moved the back bottom to the side, exposed my folds, and penetrated with a finger into my moist pussy. I heard myself moan. With my last strength, I whispered, "Mike, please, it's not right..."

He continued rubbing my pussy relentlessly and blurted, "Darling, we want the same thing. Just relax, and you'll see." I gave up. I was no longer in control of my body.

Next, a second finger invaded my vagina, and together the fingers massaged the front wall. In spite of my cortex attempting to still fight, Mike's fingers were making me extremely horny, weak, and unable to prevent him from doing whatever he wished. It was like being under a spell.

Subsequently, while continuing to rub my pussy, his other hand slowly turned me on my side and then on my back. I could see the mischievous smile on his face as his hand removed my bra and he ogled my big tits. He leaned on my breast and sucked on it. It felt like a jolt of electricity causing extreme pleasure. I was whimpering helplessly.

Then, his other thumb trailed lightly on my lips. I barely heard him as he ordered, "Open up!"

My lips spread, and his thumb moved in. "Now be a good girl and suck it."

My lips were controlled by HIS brain, and I started sucking on his thumb. He grinned approvingly. Next, he knelt by my head, with his bulge before my face. "Julia, lower my Speedo and see your new Master."

Like a robot, my hands moved to lower his swimsuit. His free organ jerked in front of my eyes. I tried to shut my eyes, but he hissed, "No Julia, keep your eyes open. And now, open your mouth too and milk my cock."

My fight only resulted in my eyes tearing, but his big tool invaded my mouth as he instructed.

By now I was very close to cumming, and I needed very little to orgasm. But Mike sensed it and said, "Not yet dear. Only when I permit it you'll come. First, you blow me and swallow my seed."

My lips made an effort to accommodate his long thing in my tiny mouth. eventually, I succeeded and moved rapidly on his member. He tensed and, seconds later, erupted down my throat with his slimy spunk. I was a good girl and swallowed it all. I didn't notice his cock deflating as he moved between my thighs, and shoved his prick all the way inside me. I remember my body jolting up, me screaming, and my body shudder like crazy. My climax was out of this world! Mike was pounding my body like a jackhammer, mercilessly tweaking and pinching my nipples and saying, "Julia dear, isn't this what you really wanted? Being my slut? My father is too good for you. He only makes love to you. You need a Master, a boss, somebody you'll cherish and be his sex slave. Am I right?"

My mind was whispering, 'NOOO...' but I heard my lips mumbling, "Yes, Master."

He bent down, kissed my lips, and ordered, "Ask me nicely to be my private slut!"

I shouldn't... I couldn't... I can't... Larry is my husband... "Pleeease, Maaster, I wish tooo be yoour sluuut."

He grinned, "Good baby. Now I'll cum inside you." He accelerated his strokes, and my shivering augmented. My remaining half-brain turned to mush and I was semi-comatose, hearing myself screaming my heart out. My tortured pussy spasmed around his sizeable cock, as it impaled me, preventing me from falling off the bed. With my partially open eyes, I could see Mike's lips moving as he talked dirty to me. I had no idea what he said, but between my screams, I heard my mouth trying to stutter incoherent sentences.

After what felt like a year of non-stopping, prolonged orgasm, Mike growled loudly, and his huge dick flooded my pussy with his whitish goo. He finished, pulled out, and lay by my side.

I woke up sometime later, and the first thing that crossed my mind was to thank god that our yard was completely fenced and no prying eyes could see us. Then I turned to Mike who ogled my face with his piercing eyes and his now-familiar smirk.

"Mike, you are here less than 24 hours and have already broken the most important rule. You basically raped your father's wife."

He smiled, "Dear, we both know it wasn't a Ra*e. My father's concept of sex is a duty that has to be done to maintain a good relationship with his mate and have children. He may be able to cum, but I doubt he ever really enjoyed sex to the fullest. Tell me the truth; is sex with him similar to what you experienced with me?"

"Mike, it doesn't matter if sex with him causes less or more pleasure. Your Dad and I are married!"

"Julia, when you were younger, did you date a guy by the name of Tony?"

"Whhaaat?..."

"It's a simple question: Does the name Tony ring a bell?"

"Yes, I used to go out with a guy by this name. Why?"

"Because these days, he is one of the notorious gang leaders in Sidney. Two years ago, I was strolling in a nearby park around midnight. I found him on the trail, bleeding after being stabbed multiple times. I carried him to the hospital and visited him daily. We became friends. He persuaded me to do small favors for his team. In return, he gave me part of their loot and helped me when a bully harassed me. So when Dad sent me pictures of you two before the wedding, I was happy and showed those pictures to a couple of gang members including Tony. Initially, he didn't react, but later, Tony took me to the side and asked if your name was Julia Lorbar. I was astonished he knew your name. He just smiled. A week later, after a successful activity he got drunk, and told me about the relationship you had with him. He said you were not only got accustomed to his dominant personality, but craved it. He said you were his best sub, and he missed you. So you can imagine that knowing my father was vanilla and hearing Tony's description of your needs, I knew you'd be ripe for a person like me to spice up your life."

Mike gazed at me to see my reaction. I just stayed mum. What could I say? If before our sex I could have lied, denying everything, now it was proven... I glanced into his eyes, speechless.

He kissed my lips, gently touched my body, and softly said, "Julia, don't worry. I have no intention to cause you mental anguish, and I do not wish to take anything from my father. However, you and I want the same thing: More excitement in our lives. So you make sure that Dad gets his monthly dose of vanilla-sex, and when we are alone, the fun begins. You'll be my sub the same way you were Toney's. Any questions?"

I mumbled, "How do you expect me to look at my husband's eyes both at work and home, knowing I regularly cheat on him with none other than his own son?"

"It may take time, but you'll get used to it. Remember what I said: You stay his wife like before, fulfilling ALL his needs, but in your spare time, you'll fulfill YOUR needs as well."

I whispered, "In theory it sounds easy..."

Larry arrived home 2 hours later and found Mike and me in front of the TV. He hugged his son, and they talked about his plans after college. Then, Larry asked him, "So you had time to reacquaint yourself with your former babysitter, my new wife. What do you think?"

Mike smiled, kissed my cheek, and blurted, "I love my new Mommy!"​