Incest/Taboo The Newlywed

All characters are at least 18 years of age.

Amy had now been married two months. Her husband, Johnny Larson, worked for his father, Ed Larson, selling real estate. Ed had built a successful real estate business from the ground up. He often would "flip" houses - buying dilapidated houses, fixing them up, and selling them for a good profit. Johnny, the son, had a business degree and, besides selling homes, managed the business. While Ed often did carpentry and masonry work himself, Johnny was more inclined to work in the office.

In fact, the entire family, except for Amy, worked for Ed's company. Faye, his wife was the office manager and sometimes showed homes that were for sale or rent. Justin, Johnny's 18 year old brother, was going to college part-time, but Ed had him doing any number of odd jobs. He was very good with technology and was currently upgrading the computers and network at the office.

A few months before Amy and Johnny wed, Ed had bought a huge, rambling home on several acres of land. The home had been sitting idle since its previous owner had died some two years previously. Ed bought the home, worked on it for a couple of months, installed a swimming pool, built a large patio, and moved in. He had originally planned on selling the home, but he and his wife, Faye, liked it so much that they had decided to make it their home. It still needed a lot of remodeling, which was Ed's specialty.

Amy and Johnny had met in college, started dating, and soon were making plans to wed. Johnny was a strapping 6-3, with closely cropped dark brown hair, brown eyes, a very handsome face, and a slender, muscular body. Amy had never had a serious boyfriend, but was immediately taken with Johnny. He was funny, smart, and, most important to her, was very moral. On the first date he informed her that he had never had sex and was of the opinion that sex should be the province of marriage. Amy couldn't believe her ears and was delighted, because that was exactly what she had been taught growing up.

Amy was a tall, slender, brown-eyed blonde. She was what her mother called a "late bloomer", having gotten taller and prettier toward the end of her high school career. Her breasts had grown from an A cup to a B cup her senior year. Now, having just graduated from college, she wore a C cup bra, had an incredibly small waist, shapely legs, and a round bottom that filled out her jeans very nicely. Her degree was in English and, shortly after graduation, she landed a job teaching high school English grammar and literature. It was early July, now, however, and school would not start until late August. They had wed in May, not long after their college graduations.

When Johnny and Amy broke the news of their impending marriage to his parents, they immediately offered for them to live with them in the sprawling house until they could "get settled". There was what Ed referred to as a "wing" of the house in which they could live. It had a large bedroom, a TV room that was large enough for a desk and printer, and a large bathroom. The only room they would have to share with their in-laws was the kitchen. Since Amy got along famously with her mother-in-law-to-be, she was ecstatic.

Many times, in the time leading up to the wedding, the young couple were tempted to give in and have sex. Amy had even asked him to show her his penis because she had never seen one in person, except the few times she had accidentally seen her father or one of her brothers peeing or changing clothes. They had been sitting in Johnny's car, in the driveway, after a date to the movies. Johnny unzipped his pants, unbuckled and took out his long, throbbing, hard cock. Amy had gasped, amazed at the size and shiny, purple color and how wet it was. She wondered how she could possibly get that inside her, but assumed that it could be done. She secretly enjoyed watching pornography, even though she sometimes felt guilty when she rubbed herself to an orgasm while watching. She knew that, in those films, they never really seemed to have any problem getting the man's penis, no matter how large, inside the woman.

Amy had reached out and rubbed the pre-cum on his cock-head and then down the shaft. Johnny had stopped her, telling her that she was going to make him cum. She had giggled and said, "I can't wait until we are married and I can play with it every day."

Johnny had told her that it was not fair that she got to see him, but he hadn't seen her naked. They had settled on a compromise. She allowed him to play with her breasts over the top of her clothing. Johnny didn't admit that just feeling of her clothed young breasts made him cum in his pants. He wondered if he might cum too quickly on their wedding night and thought how embarrassing that would be.

The wedding went off without a hitch. Ed was his son's best man. Johnny's 3 sisters were among Amy's bridesmaids and her 3 brothers, along with Johnny's 18-year old brother, Justin, were among his groomsmen. Afterward, Johnny's parents drove them to the airport where they caught a plane to Hawaii for their honeymoon. They were so happy.

When, at long last, they got to their hotel room, Johnny went immediately and took a shower, wanting to be as fresh as possible for his new bride. When he came out of the bathroom, dressed only in a tight pair of boxer briefs, Amy was delighted. She thought he looked delicious; her nipples were throbbing with desire and she could feel how wet her panties were getting. She had worried so much about this night, but now realized that everything was going perfectly. She knew that sex might hurt a little the first time, but her love and desire for her husband should override that, she reasoned.

She kissed him, telling him how sexy he looked, then went into the bathroom, showered, and carefully donned her bridal lingerie - a white silky nightgown with a plunging neckline that came down barely below her crotch, a push-up bra that made her breasts look enormous, and translucent, lacey white panties. She examined herself in the mirror and, even though she was a modest woman, she knew she looked hot and desirable. Hundreds of men had commented on her looks during recent years, so she knew, academically, that she was attractive and sexy. She smiled at her reflection, winked, and took a deep breath before opening the door and presenting herself to her husband.

Johnny was lying in bed, uncovered, his penis already hard in anticipation of being with his new bride. He thought that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever known and he loved her with all his heart.

Then there she was in all of her near-naked glory. Johnny had secretly spied on his sisters and had been rewarded, from time to time, with a view of one of them totally nude, but it was nothing like this. This was his wife; his precious Amy. She was so beautiful and so sexy; she loved him and he loved her. She giggled that sweet giggle of hers and jumped in bed with him, pushing her chest against him and kissing his lips. Johnny felt as if he was about to cum already.

"I love you, Johnny Larson!" she laughed. "My husband!"

Johnny smiled, "I love you, Amy Larson! My wife! I love you so much, baby. You are so sexy!"

"You're not so bad yourself, Husband Man," she giggled as she reached and lay her hand on his prominent hard-on. "I want this!" she exclaimed, giving it a squeeze and rubbing her hand down its length.

Then it happened. "Oh shit, no!" Johnny cried, realizing that he was cumming in his underwear. He reached down, trying to cover himself, as he jumped from the bed and ran into the bathroom.

"Johnny, what?" Amy called as he slammed the bathroom door. Almost in tears, she suddenly realized what had happened. Johnny had prematurely ejaculated. She almost laughed. He was obviously embarrassed, but she was happy that he found her that exciting.

She walked over to the bathroom door and knocked. "Johnny, it's okay. Come on back out. Don't be embarrassed. I'm not. I'm flattered!"

"I'll be out in a minute," came the reply.

Amy went back and lay on the bed, waiting on him. In a few minutes, Johnny came out of the bathroom, completely nude. Amy smiled at him, but her eyes were drawn to his penis, which was now flaccid and hanging down between his legs. It didn't look big at all in this state.

Johnny sat on the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry, Amy. I guess I should have... you know..."

"Masturbated?" she smiled.

"That, yes!" he said as he managed a smile. "This is embarrassing, Amy. You're just so sexy and I wanted everything to be perfect..."

"Everything is perfect, Johnny, Husband Man," she giggled. "Lay down here and kiss me, lover."

Johnny lay down and they began kissing. Amy took his hand and lay it between her legs, allowing him to feel her wetness. As they continued to kiss, Johnny pulled at the straps on her nightie and, with her help, took it off of her. She was now dressed only in her push-up bra, which really left very little to the imagination, and her transparent and very wet panties.

"Amy, you're the sexiest woman on earth," Johnny stated as he wrestled with her bra, which she unsnapped between her breasts, allowing it to fall open, allowing her husband to see her naked breasts for the first time. Johnny stared at them, in awe.

"You like, Baby?" she whispered. "You like your wife's breasts, Husband Man?" she teased. She reached and grasped his rejuvenated cock, squeezing it.

"Fuck, Amy, I knew you were hot, but... FUCK!" he exclaimed. He reached for her flimsy, wet panties, and pulled them down her legs, as she eagerly spread her legs, displaying her recently shaved, bald pussy lips to his hungry gaze.

"I am all yours, Johnny. Do anything you want to me. I love you so much. I want that big COCK of yours inside my little wet pussy!" she smiled, noticing how her use of profanity registered excitement in his face. She normally never used any kind of profanity, but she was so hot and ready for sex that she felt like a wild animal. Her fear of pain was almost gone, eager as she was for this beautiful man, HER HUSBAND, to make love to her.

Johnny didn't hesitate. He got between her legs, spread them as wide as he could and placed his swollen cock head on her opening.

"Slow, down, Johnny," she laughed. "We've got all night! Or longer, if we need it!"

Johnny, however, was insane with lust. He pushed inside her, oblivious to her cries of pain.

"Johnny, STOP! NO! It hurts! Go slow! PLEASE JOHNNY!" she cried, the pain of him breaking her hymen almost overwhelming.

Johnny grabbed her ass cheeks and, leveraging himself, pushed inside her as deep as he could go. His young wife's tears and cries of pain didn't register; he could think of nothing but his need to spew his seed inside her. He stroked in and out of her young, thrashing body, as hard and fast as he could.

"Johnny! You're RAPING ME! Stop! Oh it hurts so badddddd!" she yelled, over and over, but then suddenly realized that he was still - and she could feel the pulses of his cock pumping his cum inside her.

Johnny stopped pounding his new bride, knowing that he was about to cum again. He stroked into her hard and sank as deeply into her as he could as torrents of his seed filled her pussy. Satisfied, he fell onto her nakedly splayed body and sighed, contentedly.

Amy was sobbing with pain and disappointment. How could he treat her this way if he really loved her? All she wanted was for him to get off of her. This had been a mistake. Maybe they should have had sex before marriage. She got her hands under his shoulders and pushed upward, "Get the fuck OFF OF ME!" she yelled in his ear.

Johnny rolled off of her. "Are you mad?" he whispered.

She turned to look at him, tears streaming down her face. "You just raped me, Johnny! It hurt!"

"Raped you? You're my wife. You told me you wanted me inside you. I did what you asked...," he replied, exasperated.

"Johnny! It hurt! Why did you keep going when I told you to slow down? I was a virgin, not a whore!"

"Everybody knows that the first time hurts the woman. That's over now. It will be better from now on, right?" he asked, puzzled.

"Johnny, you can't be this stupid. Did you not know that you have to be careful the first time? That there has to be a lot of foreplay and that you have to go slow to minimize the pain? I'm hurting! Can't you tell?"

Johnny looked into his wife's face and reached to wipe away her tears. "I blew it," he said. "I'm a dumb ass, okay? You just turned me on so much that I didn't think about being careful. I love you. I messed up. Can you forgive me?"

Amy sobbed. She looked down at his deflated, bloody cock. She saw a small bloody spot on the sheets between her legs. She moved into his arms and cried, her chest heaving with her sorrowful sobs. "I don't know if I ever want to have sex again, Johnny. That was awful! I love you, but I can't do that again. Ever."

The newlyweds spent days at the beach, took surfing lessons, attended a luau, watched Hula dancers and many other things during their stay in Hawaii. Sex, however, was a disaster.

Johnny was trying to take more time with her. He learned to suck her breasts until she was squirming beneath him, telling him how good it felt. She taught him about her anatomy and how to touch her pussy to give her maximum pleasure. He showed her how to play with his cock and she was eager to kiss it and put it in her mouth. All of these things, however, resulted in one of two outcomes. On several occasions he ejaculated during foreplay. When they did manage to have sex, he was too rough with her, and shot his load within a few seconds. He seemed to be unaware of his wife's need to climax.

Amy never had an orgasm during the entire honeymoon. She actually looked forward to getting home and having some privacy so she could play with herself. Johnny was so sexually appealing to her, but she wasn't about to beg him to give her an orgasm. He should know, she reasoned, that his sex partner needed release just as he did. She hoped, as time went on, that he would learn what she needed and give it to her. She loved him deeply; she didn't want this to ruin her marriage and was determined that it wouldn't.

When they got back home, living with Johnny's parents, things didn't get any better. Johnny often came while they were kissing and fondling and sometimes when he just gazed as his sexy young wife's sexy body. He was very careful not to hurt her when he pushed himself inside her, but then couldn't seem to control his pace and always came within a minute or so. Amy lay beneath him, feeling as if he was using her. Fortunately, it did feel good to her now, but she knew that he wasn't going to give her an orgasm and soon just accepted that this was the way it was going to be.

Johnny always got up early to go to work. Amy would get up and have breakfast with him, Johnny's brother Justin, and her in-laws, then would either do house work or, sometimes, go back to bed. Her mother-in-law, Faye, was her husband's office manager, so usually left for work when Johnny did. Sometimes they even rode together. Ed sometimes went in to work, but often stayed home to work on several painting and refurbishing projects around the house. Justin usually went into work with Johnny and his mother unless Ed asked him to stay home to help with the remodeling project.

Amy often noticed how Ed would walk up behind Faye, pat her on the bottom, kiss her neck, or whisper in her ear. Amy knew that Johnny loved her, but he rarely did such things. A couple of times she had been watching when Ed kissed Faye's neck, causing her to smile from ear to ear. She even winked at Amy, as if to say, 'It's wonderful to have a husband that treats me like this!' Amy thought that they probably had a great sex life and found herself envious of their relationship.

One morning, Johnny, Justin and Faye had all left for work. Amy was washing and putting away breakfast dishes while chatting with her father-in-law, Ed. He was very interesting to her, having a wealth of knowledge about a wide range of things. He had been a history major; he knew how to do all kinds of carpentry and masonry; he liked to talk about politics; he loved sports and had played college football; and he even knew a great deal about the Bible. Besides that, he was very handsome.

Ed had played tight end at Georgia Tech when he was in college. He was 6-5, weighed about 220 pounds, and kept himself in great shape. His hair was brown, and was beginning to go gray around the ears. This, to Amy, made him look distinguished.

"So, Dad... I just can't get used to calling you that, Mr. Larson," she giggled, nervously, "Is Georgia Tech going to be any good this year?" she asked. Ed had suggested that she call him 'Dad', but she wasn't used to it, yet. She always called her own father, 'Daddy', so she had to be very careful not to call him the wrong name.

"Can't ever tell. They lost some good players to graduation, but they have some pretty good recruits. I guess you're rooting for Alabama, right?" he teased, knowing full well that Amy was not an Alabama fan.

She threw a dishrag at him and put her hands on her hips. "I'm for whomever plays Alabama, Mr. Larson... Dad! You know that."

Ed rose from the table, finishing the last of his coffee. He walked over to the sink and kissed his daughter-in-law's forehead. "I know, Amy. I like to tease you. I'm going to be painting today. If you need anything, just come and find me, okay?" This small act of intimacy gave Amy a thrill. Johnny rarely kissed her, except in bed, or when she initiated it. Ed was a big, handsome guy, and she liked him very much. It was very pleasant to have him kiss her forehead or pat her shoulder...small gestures of affection.

Amy smiled. "Would you think I was lazy if I went back to bed for a while?"

"Yes. Very lazy," he smiled. "But it's okay with me. Enjoy it while you can. When school starts, you'll never get a good night's sleep. Sweet dreams!" he laughed and turned to go out of the kitchen.

Amy had other ideas. She entered and closed the door to their "wing", as they called it. She went into the bedroom and took all her clothes off, then donned a frumpy housecoat that buttoned at the front. She left it unbuttoned as she went into their TV room and sat down at a small desk where her laptop was already open. She clicked the screen to wake it up, ensured that the VPN was on, went to private browsing and started surfing her favorite porn sites. She wasn't getting any relief in the bedroom, so she was eager to get herself off. She felt a little bad about it, because she was of the opinion that pornography gave an unrealistic expectation of sex, but she needed release; watching porn never failed to give her the orgasms that she needed.

She soon found a scene of a young couple, supposedly married. The man was very muscular and handsome and quite well hung, although she didn't think he was really any bigger than Johnny. The girl was very shapely, had a beautiful face, and a shaved pussy - just like Amy had. The scene began with lots of kissing and then the man began to unclothe his "wife", taking the time to kiss and suck her breasts, then kissing her tummy, before removing her panties and licking and sucking her pussy. Amy felt a pang of jealousy, wishing her own husband was as attentive. Johnny had never kissed or licked her pussy; Amy was very hesitant to tell him that was something she wanted to try.

The girl then started removing her "husband's" clothing and was soon sucking his very stiff penis into her mouth, which he obviously loved. Amy loved doing this to Johnny, but he never failed to cum within a few seconds. She had no experience of taking it in her mouth, although she thought she could probably learn to like it, so she allowed his cum to spurt on his stomach and chest.

Before long, the young woman in the film opened her legs and her husband crawled between them and very carefully inserted himself into her, kissing her mouth and breasts as he did so. Amy loved the way the actors appeared to care for each other and were so intent on giving each other pleasure. She was massaging her breasts and touching her wet pussy, stroking her clit lightly. She felt an impending orgasm, but hadn't been watching but a few minutes, so decided to make it last by watching at least one more.

Ed had noticed how tense his beautiful daughter-in-law seemed to be. He wondered if the newlyweds were already having problems. He had tried to talk to Johnny before the wedding about what to expect and how to treat his new bride. He tried to tell him that he had to be careful, especially if Amy was a virgin, which Johnny assured him she was. Ed had also noticed that the newly-married couple rarely kissed or touched each other in his presence. He was very fond of his pretty young daughter-in-law and wondered if he should try to talk to her. He had even suggested to Faye that she try to talk to her, but Faye said it was none of their business.

He had been thinking about how to approach Amy, with the intention of talking to her and making sure everything was okay with their marriage. It would be a real shame, he thought, if such a beautiful and sexy young woman wasn't happy.

He and his own wife, Faye, had a great sex life. Faye wasn't nearly as sexy (and never had been) as Amy, but they loved each other deeply and never failed to satisfy each other sexually. Both were aware that the other partner had had indiscretions, but they had both managed to forgive and forget. It was unrealistic, they agreed, that temptation and weakness would never come along. While they never gave each other permission for such behavior, and would have thought an "open marriage" abhorrent, they were honest with each other. They both agreed that having sex with others was not ideal, but they found that they enjoyed hearing about each other's sexual escapades.

Ed decided that today was as good a time as any. He walked to the doorway that led to Amy's and Johnny's bedroom and, hearing something as he approached, put his ear to the door. To his amazement he heard the unmistakable sound of people having, and enjoying sex. He knew immediately that Amy was watching porn. His cock lurched. He liked to watch porn, himself, as did Faye, although they tried not to over-indulge. He wondered if Amy was masturbating; he imagined how hot the young woman would look as she played with herself. If only there was some way that he could watch her! He took a deep breath and knocked.

Amy was totally into the video that she was watching. She sometimes liked to watch interracial sex, so she had chosen one she had seen before, since she was already well along toward her orgasm. She loved the way the black man looked. The fact that his cock looked like it was a foot long was a bonus. The girl he was with had been worshipping his cock and balls, but Amy had seen it before, so she had fast-forwarded it to a part where she was riding him, both of them appearing to be out of their minds with pleasure. She had her feet on the desk where the computer sat. She almost fell out of her chair when she heard knocking at the door. Quickly, she paused the video and changed the screen to a unit plan she had been working on for when school started. She pulled her housecoat together and started buttoning it with shaking hands.

"Just a minute," she managed to gasp. "Who is it?"

"It's Dad, Amy. I just want to have a talk, Honey," came the reply.

Amy walked quickly to the door and opened it. "Hi, Dad," she smiled. "I was just working on some plans for school," she said, nervously. She turned and walked back over to the computer and sat down, staring blankly at the screen. She hoped he wouldn't be able to tell that he had startled her and that she was sexually aroused. It would be horrible if her wonderful father-in-law realized that she had been watching porn. What would he think of her?

Ed walked behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. "I'm so proud of you, Amy. Teaching is such an honorable profession and it takes a special kind of person to want to do it, especially in this day and time." He squeezed her shoulders, then placed his hands closer to her neck and tentatively massaged.

"Thank you, Dad," she gasped, hoarsely, hoping he wasn't aware that she was trembling. "I thought I would work on this a while every few days..."

Ed could see down the front of her body and realized that she only had a couple of buttons fastened. He could see the upper half of her breasts, causing his cock to lurch again. He squeezed her taut muscles, massaging gently. It was obvious that she was nervous, having nearly been caught watching porn - and probably masturbating!

Ed's fingers felt good massaging her shoulders and neck; she bent her head forward and a slight moan escaped her lips. Why didn't Johnny ever do this for her?

"What's that?" Ed smiled, knowing that his sexy daughter-in-law was actually enjoying this.

"Oh. Uh...nothing. That just feels good. I guess I've been a little tense," she replied, thinking how stupid that sounded.

Ed tenderly ran his fingers up her long, graceful neck, lovingly stroking it. "That's understandable, Honey. You're in a new environment and you're in a new role. You've never been a wife before," he said.

She smiled, amazed at how Ed understood her better than her own husband. His fingers felt so good and shivers of pleasure coursed through her body. She knew that, if it was Johnny, this could easily lead to sex. In fact, as innocent as this was, it was more foreplay than Johnny ever provided.

"You're sweet to pick up on that, Dad," she whispered. "You and Mrs. Larson are so very good to me," she said as she felt herself relaxing. This man knew how to treat a woman. Maybe Johnny would eventually learn.

Ed leaned forward and kissed her neck, sending tingles down her back. "I love you, Amy. Johnny couldn't have found a more wonderful girl than you. I hope he's treating you the way he should."

Amy stood and took his hand, unaware that her housecoat opened for a second, giving Ed a glimpse of her long legs almost all the way to her crotch. "Let's sit on the couch so we can talk, okay?" she said, leading him over to the sofa, reluctant to release his hand. This wonderful man comforted her. Why wouldn't she hold his hand?

After they sat on the sofa, Ed said, "That's what I wanted to talk to you about, Amy. You tell me if it's none of my business, but I just wondered how things are going. Forgive me for saying this, but I never see you two kissing or touching... are you embarrassed in front of us?"

Amy burst into tears and buried her face into her father-in-law's shoulder. "Oh, Dad, I don't know what to do," she wailed.

Ed put his arm around her shoulder, and hugged her gently. "Shhh, it's okay, Amy. Just tell me what's going on. If nothing else, you'll feel better to get it out in the open. Is my son mistreating you? I can't imagine..."

Amy gasped and jerked upright, tears rolling down her face. She patted Ed's hand, which somehow had come to rest on her knee. "Oh no, Mr. Larson, nothing like that at all. He's good to me..." A fresh torrent of tears streamed down her face as she began to weep again.

Ed patted her knee and squeezed it lightly. He couldn't help but notice that her housecoat had fallen open slightly, revealing a great deal of her delectable young titflesh. He felt an involuntary movement of his cock as he caught a whiff of her shampoo. She was so sexy, so feminine, so sweet. "Amy, honey, just tell me. I promise it won't go any further. I don't need to mention this to Johnny or even his mother, if you don't want me to."

She suddenly realized that he could probably see her breasts almost to the nipple, so she gathered her housecoat closer around her. She reached for a Kleenex and blew her nose. "I see you and Mrs. Larson and how you are so loving all the time," she sniffled. "You're not ashamed to kiss her or flirt with her in front of us. Johnny never does that. I know he loves me, but..."

"Ah, I understand, Sweetie. Can I ask you something more, uh, personal?"

Amy blew her nose again and nodded. "I guess so. I don't have anyone else to talk to," she whispered.

"Okay. I'll just get to the point. How are things in the bedroom?" He was surprised that he had managed to sound so calm.

Amy sniffled and looked into Ed's eyes. "It's awful," she said, matter-of-factly.

Ed sighed. "I was a little afraid of that. Were you both, uh, virgins?"

Amy nodded and wiped her eyes with the Kleenex. "Yes, and I almost wish we weren't. It hurt and he...," she cried as tears streamed down her face yet again. "He didn't even seem to notice. He just... I can't even say it, Dad."

Ed swallowed, nervously. Being alone with his beautiful and vulnerable daughter-in-law was extremely exciting, but he had to be careful not to say anything to offend her. This was a delicate balance. He sincerely wanted to give her good advice, but talking about sex with her was giving him a raging erection.

"He got off... and you didn't?" he asked.

Again she nodded. "He does the same thing every time. I thought it would get better," she said, looking into his face. "And it has as far as the pain is concerned, but he's just like... like an animal! He doesn't make love to me... I've said too much, Dad. I'm sorry. I should not be talking to you about this!"

"Honey, there's no harm in telling me. You need someone to listen to you, even if I can't do anything but listen. And you shouldn't be embarrassed. These things are real-life problems and you need someone who can commiserate with you. Right?"

"I love you, Dad," she whispered. "You're so kind and understanding. I'm sure things will get better, eventually, but right now... I am just so frustrated," she told him.

On impulse, Ed leaned and kissed her cheek. "And you're having to, uh, take care of it, yourself. Right?"

Amy could feel her face flush and knew that she was probably blushing from head to foot. Was her father-in-law asking if she had been masturbating? She suddenly felt warm all over; her nipples tingled, just thinking about Mr. Larson talking to her about such an intimate thing. He was so handsome. She wondered if he had heard her watching porn before he had knocked on her door. That was so embarrassing, but also, somehow exciting. She remembered that she was totally naked under her housecoat. The close proximity to her handsome father-in-law in her nearly naked state was arousing her.

Ed managed a smile. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about, Amy. I mean, I wish he was meeting your needs, but if he's not, there's nothing wrong with a little self-pleasure. Right?"

"Dad, I can't talk to you about this," she smiled. "It's just... I've never talked to anyone about that topic. Not even Johnny."

Ed knew he should probably go. He was becoming more and more intoxicated with his young daughter-in-law's beauty and the things they were discussing. If they continued this discussion, he didn't trust what he might say. He cleared his throat, took a deep breath and blurted, "That's what you were doing when I interrupted you, right?"

Amy looked at him with total shock. "No! No, of course not!" She stood up quickly, giving Ed a quick glance of her obviously naked body. She walked over to the desk, sat down, and shakily said, "Look, I'm working on something for school..."

Ed walked behind her and began rubbing her shoulders. "Amy, I know what you were doing. I'm not surprised the least bit. There's no reason for you to be embarrassed, either." He could feel, even through her shoulders, how rapidly she was breathing. She was also shaking, slightly. "I'm sorry if I've over-stepped my bounds, Amy. I heard a little of what you were watching," he whispered as he continued to massage her shoulders and neck. "Faye and I use porn, on occasion, as foreplay. Would you mind showing me what you were watching?"

Amy sat there, as if mesmerized. Ed leaned over her and placed his thumb on the ALT key and, simultaneously, placed his middle finger on the TAB key, enabling him to scroll through the open apps. Only two things were active - the Word document and the browser. When he removed his hand from the keyboard, the porn video was paused, showing what Amy had been viewing earlier.

Ed couldn't help but chuckle. "Amy, you naughty girl!" He leaned forward and un-paused the video. Immediately the room was filled with the passionate cries of both participants in the video. Ed continued to massage Amy's shoulders as they both watched.

"I've seen this one before, Amy. Good choice. Both Faye and I like this one a lot. Does that surprise you?"

Amy was breathing hard, feeling as if she might hyper-ventilate. For her beloved father-in-law to so casually converse about pornography with her, added to the undeniable excitement of watching the two beautiful lovers on the screen, was confusing. Ed was touching her neck, shoulders, and upper chest so tenderly. It felt so good. Never had her husband touched her in such a loving manner. She was conscious that her housecoat had fallen open a bit and that her father-in-law could probably see more cleavage than he should, but the conflicting thoughts in her mind kept her from taking any action. She felt petrified, yet there was nothing unpleasant. She began to relax, enjoying the feel of Ed's fingers.

"Oh," she whispered. "I don't know. Yes. Yes, it surprises me."

"Does Johnny massage your shoulders for you? Does he touch you for a long time before you make love?" Ed breathed as he bent to kiss the nape of her neck. The girl on the screen was riding the black man, her head thrown back, moaning her pleasure. The black man leaned forward to suckle her smallish breasts as she screamed in passion, pulling his head against her chest and announcing, in no uncertain terms, that she was cumming 'on your big black cock'".

Amy was so entranced by the spectacle on the computer screen that she was almost unaware of her father-in-law speaking to her or, now, stroking the very top of her cleavage. She sighed heavily as the girl on the screen screamed in pleasure.

"That's what it's supposed to be like, Amy," Ed whispered as he boldly reached even lower to stroke the tops of his daughter-in-law's lush breasts. His cock was fully hard and he knew he should tear himself away before he did something that he would regret.

Amy reached and paused the video. Ed froze, realizing that one of his hands had dipped beneath her housecoat and was on the upper part of her breast, the other stroking the back of her neck, lovingly. Amy was breathing hard, but she wasn't making a move to stop him. He leaned forward again and, this time, kissed her ear and whispered, "Are you okay, Precious?"

Amy gulped and managed to place her hand on Ed's, as if to tell him not to move it any further. "I wish," she began, then croaked, "I wish Johnny did..."

"What, Honey?"

Amy closed the browser, gathered her nightgown together, and unsteadily stood. Ed put his arms around her and she fell against his chest, loving the feel of his strong arms around her. After a moment she looked into his face, "You make me feel like I want him to make me feel," she whispered, almost inaudibly.

"Was it me, or the video?" Ed smiled.

"Well... I guess a combination..."

"You're very aroused, aren't you, Amy?"

Amy swallowed and nodded, forcing herself to look into his eyes. He was so handsome; so sexy. She wished that it was okay for her to feel like she was feeling.

Then he kissed her lips and she was kissing him back, gasping and reaching to tangle her fingers in his hair. When his mouth opened slightly to draw a breath, she eagerly stuck her tongue into his mouth and felt him begin to suck on it. Never had Johnny sucked her tongue. She withdrew her tongue from his mouth, and then felt her father-in-law's oral digit snaking into her mouth. She sucked it hungrily, completely caught up in the passion of the moment. This felt so good and she loved her father-in-law so much for being concerned about her. He understood! He knew what a woman needed.

She broke the kiss and, still clinging to him, as if he would vanish, she gasped, "I've never been kissed like that; I've never felt this way... I know this isn't right..."

Ed reluctantly stepped back from her. "Amy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen. I got really carried away..."

"No, Dad...it's not your fault... at least not all your fault. I just wish that Johnny understood me like you do... I shouldn't say that, I know!" she sighed.

"It's not that I understand you, Amy. I've been married a long time. I guess I've learned what a woman likes and what, if you'll pardon me... turns her on. I'm sure that you're not appreciably different from most other women," he smiled. "But you are one of the most beautiful women I've ever known. That may be part of the problem, you know."

"What do you mean?" Amy asked, knowing that she unintentionally sounded angry.

"Well, I'm not defending Johnny. He certainly needs to be aware of your needs, but I know if I was in his place - young and inexperienced and with someone as desirable as you - it would be hard to control myself," he said. After a pause, he continued, "Tell me this, is he prone to premature...?"

"Oh yeah!" she exclaimed. "Nearly every time. Most of the time before we can even... you know. Then, even if he can go again, he just acts like it's all for him and seems totally unaware of what I need." She stepped toward her father-in-law again and allowed him to put his arms around her as she pressed her face into his chest. "He gets what he wants," she murmured. "Then he is oblivious to what I want. It's like he doesn't realize that I didn't... you know," she said as she peered up at her handsome father-in-law. She felt so comfortable and loved as he hugged her to him.

"I'm so sorry, Amy. I wish I could give him lessons, but obviously I cannot. I can give you some advice, though," he whispered, kissing the top of her head.

Amy hugged him tight and looked into his eyes. "Yes, please, Dad?"

"You need to tell him that he's not satisfying you. He will probably get mad, but so be it. You have to explain to him that you are an equal partner when you have sex, and that you have to have an orgasm, too. He may pout about it, knowing him, but he'll come around. He does love you. And if he is shy about public displays of affection, you initiate it. Keep at it until he accepts it. He will, eventually. He's not a bad guy. He's a little spoiled and a little self-centered, but he is a good man."

Amy sighed. "I just wish he was more like you, Dad," she smiled.

"That may be the best compliment I ever got in my life," Ed said. "Now, I'm going to get to work before... well, never mind." As he was closing the door, he winked and said, "Go ahead and finish what you were, um, working on."

That night, Amy and Johnny were watching a movie on TV. Amy was preoccupied, thinking about what had happened between her and Ed and about the advice he had given her.

As the movie credits were rolling, she said, "We need to talk, Honey."

Johnny smiled. "Am I in trouble?"

"No, of course not. I want to talk to you about, um, sex," she said, shyly.

"I was thinking about that, too. Let's go do it right now!" he said, gleefully.

"Johnny, I'm serious. I don't know if you really understand what sex is all about." Immediately she regretted what she said, knowing that she could have chosen her words more carefully.

"What in the world does that mean? Do you not like it? I thought it was getting pretty good!"

Amy fought back tears. She took his hand, knowing that he was aggravated at her. "Honey, sex is supposed to be about expressing our love for each other. It's supposed to be mutual."
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