Charlie fucks his daughter-in-law against her wishes

At the grand old age of 60 with the mortgage paid and a nice stash in the bank, Charlie took early retirement. He still kept himself fit and healthy by hiking on the moors and enjoyed a good social life with his ex navy mates at the British Legion. The only disappointment in his life was his son, David. Whereas Charlie had always been a man’s man he considered David a bit of a wimp. Charlie had served in the Navy and gone on to join the Special Boat Service. David left school, went to college and finally became one of those Liberal Democrat teachers.

Charlie’s wife died a few years earlier so he shared the family house in Devon with David. Everything was fine until David met a local girl called Heather. She was your typical blond bimbo, big tits long legs and blue eyes. She already had a bad reputation in the small village and absolutely dominated David right from the start. For Charlie it was hate at first sight but after six months, David announced they were getting married and Heather would be moving in.

Returning home from the club one night Charlie was about to climb the stairs when he overheard David and Heather talking. They were discussing him. “C’mon David, he’s an old man, how much longer do you think he can manage those stairs and don’t think I’m looking after him when he can’t fend for himself anymore. A proper nursing home is the best place for him, besides, we’ll have the house all to ourselves.”

“I know Dad’s getting on a bit, but he’s still fit and healthy, and don’t forget, it is his house.” Peeking through the gap in the partially open door, Charlie watched as Heather slid to her knees in front of her husband, opened his gown and started to give him a blow job. In between licking and sucking his cock she would continue the conversation. “Hmm, I know love, but just think, without him here I can do this whenever I like, I can walk round all day with nothing on and you get to fuck me anytime you like, wouldn’t you like that David.” David was stood with his eyes closed while his bimbo wife continued to tease. Charlie had heard enough. So, that was it was it, the fucking bitch was trying to get him out of his own house.

The next morning Charlie paid a visit to his familiar solicitor and drew up plans to make sure that neither David nor Heather could ever get there hands on his property, dead or alive. He was feeling quiet pleased with himself as he entered the local pub for a quick drink. Imagine his surprise when he saw Heather in the other bar sitting with a man. Fortunately she didn’t see him and when they left hand in hand, Charlie decided to follow.

They walked a short distance to a small cottage and disappeared inside. Charlie waited a few minutes before creeping through the bushes to the rear of the building and looking through the window. He could clearly see Heather sitting on the sofa with the other man. They were kissing. He thought about charging in and demanding an explanation but then had second thoughts. Would David believe him? After all, he thought the sun shone out of her arse. After much agonising, he finally decided to stay hidden and just watch. Standing her up, the man slowly stripped her naked. She might be the biggest bitch on earth Charlie thought but Christ did she have a body. Charlie played with his erection as the guy stripped his daughter-in-law naked and fucked her stupid, and just as the guy was filling her with spunk so Charlie added his to the outside wall.

He decided he needed proof if he was to convince David of his wife’s adultery. From now on whenever Heather went out Charlie followed with his son’s video camera. After a few days it paid off. Once again Charlie found himself secreted in the bushes watching the little slut being put through her paces, only this time he filmed it. It wasn’t going to be easy to tell his son that his wife was a slut but having finally plucked up the courage, Charlie approached David. “Son we need to talk.” David went red. “Oh, Heather’s told you then,” he said sheepishly, “told me?”

“Yes, you know, about the appointment we made to visit the home.” Charlie was gobsmacked and grabbing David by the throat he held him against the wall. “Listen to me you under the thumb little turd, if you and that fucking tart think for one minute your putting me in a home then forget it.” He let David go and went to his room. If that’s how they want to play it then it was fine by Charlie.

The next day at breakfast very little was said. Both Charlie and Heather were in their dressing gowns while David was dressed for work. Neither could face Charlie and you could cut the atmosphere with a knife. After David left, Heather turned her back on Charlie and started to wash the dishes. Charlie crept up behind her and wrapping his arms round her from behind he grabbed both tits and squeezed real hard. Heather squealed and tried to push him off. “Get your filthy old hands off me,” she screamed, pushing him away, “what the hell do you think your doing?”

“Well now, from what I’ve seen I thought you liked that,” Charlie said, sitting calmly at the kitchen table. “W-w-what do you mean?” she said defensively. Charlie placed the camera on the table, opened the small screen and hit play. “Oh my God, where did you get that?” Heather grabbed the camera and fumbled for the off switch. “Oh don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of copies,” Charlie said holding up a full size VHS cassette, “I’m sure David would love to see how good you perform with other men.”

She stared at him in disbelief. “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me,” he replied. She turned away from him and stared out of the kitchen window again, her mind going at warp speed. “What do you want?” She finally said, still facing away from him. Charlie again reached round her and grabbed her tits. “I want what the other guy got,” he said squeezing harder than necessary. This time she didn’t push him away and he noticed her nipples hardening. He pulled the gown open fully exposing her large tits to anyone walking by and cupped the naked flesh, pulling and tweaking the engorged nipples. Then he ran his hand down across her smooth flat stomach and onto her shaven pussy mound. “And this,” he said, sliding a finger into the moist pussy lips. “You bastard,” was all she said as he turned her round and forced her to her knees.

Opening his own robe, he offered his erect cock to her lovely young mouth. “Suck it,” he commanded. Heather took his cock into her mouth and started to suck. Her tongue was working its magic over the glands and all too soon Charlie felt that familiar twinge start deep within his balls. It had been three years since his wife died and in all that time Charlie had had to rely on the old five finger widow. Holding Heather’s head with both hands he thrust forward and started to cum. Spurt after spurt filled her mouth and he watched intently as she gulped it down. Finally he could cum no more and reluctantly withdrew from her mouth , making her lick the remaining few drips of with her tongue.

“Satisfied now?” she said acidly as Charlie sat down to regain his breath. “Not quite,” he said grabbing her hand and leading her into the lounge. He took her robe away leaving her completely naked and pushed her into an armchair. “Why don’t you show me how wet it can get,” he said, grabbing a handful of cunt and forcing her legs apart. Heather stared defiantly at the old man as she played with her pussy. “This want you want?” Charlie said nothing. He sat in the chair opposite and watched. To start with it was obvious that Heather was simply going through the process. “You can play all day sweetheart but your not getting up until I see you cum.”

“Bastard,” she said again. Realising her predicament, Heather started to play with her clit and finger her cunt at the same time. She closed her eyes pretending she was alone and started to pleasure herself in earnest. Charlie watched intently, his old cock getting hard again at the sight of this beautiful blond bitch playing with herself. “Ohhhh, hmmmm,” she started to murmur, her body trembling and her hips lifting of the chair. Her fingers were working faster over her erect clit and three fingers of the other hand were buried in her wet hole. “Oh fuck!” Her big tits heaved and her legs twitched as the orgasm tore through her.

When she eventually opened her eyes Charlie was kneeling between her open legs lining his cock up with her cunt. Without a word he slid it home until his balls were slapping her arse. “Looks like you and me are going to become good friends,” Charlie said sliding 8″ of thick hard meat into her. Old he may be but he could still fuck. Holding onto her tits Charlie started to ram in and out, causing her to moan in pleasure as he found the depths of her cunt. “David fuck you like this does he?”

“Oh my God, no, not like this,” she said as Charlie really rammed it in. “Didn’t think so. Never did have much of a dick. Half the time I don’t even think he’s mine,” Charlie said, more to himself than to Heather.

Charlie continued to ram his old cock up this lovely sluts cunt, squeezing her tits and pulling her nipples at the same time. He knew he had her now and he was certainly going to make the most of it. Charlie speeded up. “Oh God, don’t you dare stop you old bastard, I’m nearly there …… oh Charlie, yesssssss.” He could feel her pussy muscles contract around his cock as her juice flooded out of her coating his balls and her thighs. He rammed it in as far as possible and started to shoot his own load into her. She screamed his name again as she felt his hot spunk hitting the back of her womb, filling her until it too mixed with her juices and trickled out.

Pleased with his handy work, Charlie pulled out. “Next time, I want you in stockings,” he said looking at the naked slut stretched out before him. Heather simply nodded. “Whatever you want Charlie, whatever you want.”
Charlie couldn’t believe his luck; he had Heather, his son’s wife just where he wanted her. It was two days ago, Friday, when he’d confronted her with the video evidence of her adultery before fucking her brains out in the lounge. Unfortunately, much to Heather’s delight, after one blow job and a long vigorous fuck Charlie found he couldn’t get it up again. Then it was Saturday and David was home for the weekend. Still, it didn’t stop Charlie enjoying himself, whenever he got the chance he took great delight in touching Heather up, it made it even better knowing that David was sat in the next room and on one occasion was only a few feet away as Charlie slid his hand up Heathers skirt and played with her shaven pussy.

He’d already removed her panties and fingered her to orgasm when he’d cornered her coming out of the bathroom earlier on. “Charlie, no, what if David hears us, what if he sees me with no panties on?” She asked him, trembling with pleasure as he rubbed her clit. “You’ll just have to tell him you were a hot little bitch so you took them off,” he replied, stuffing the lacy black material into his pocket. Now, just a few hours later and they were sitting at the dinner table, Charlie and Heather along one side with David at the head of the table reading a newspaper. Using the tablecloth as cover, Charlie forced Heathers legs apart, before running his hand up her bare thigh and onto her nicely shaven mound. She was still wet from his earlier fingering so he easily slipped a couple of fingers into her hole and started to slowly move them in and out. Heather was doing her best to look normal as she picked at the casserole in front of her.

Enjoying his new found power, Charlie moved his attention to her sensitive clitty again and within seconds had her squirming in the chair. “Anything interesting?” he suddenly asked David just as Heather started her orgasm. David looked over the top of the paper to see his beloved wife a bright shade of red, trembling from head to foot. “My God, are you all right?” he said throwing the paper to one side and leaning towards the stricken Heather. Charlie quickly removed his hand and started to pat her on the back. “Must have got something stuck in her,” he said, indicating the food poised on her fork. She stared daggers at him as he passed her some water. “There you go, drink this, this’ll cool; I mean calm you down.”

Charlie was just dying to fuck the slut again but the weekend seemed to last forever. Still, he used the time wisely and Friday night while the others slept he was on the internet ordering a months supply of Viagra. “This’ll shock the little bitch,” he chuckled to himself. He thought about his son David and how he would react if he ever found out, but then a little voice reminded him that this was the little shit who had schemed to put him in an old peoples home. Charlie slept soundly.

Heather couldn’t afford for David to find out about her little indiscretions and had resigned herself to the fact that Charlie could do anything he liked to her provided he kept quiet. Lets face it she thought, I’ve already had most the men in the village, its just another cock. She kept reminding herself that David was all set to inherited his Dad’s wealth and that meant a real cushy life for Heather. So, she reasoned, if the old man wanted to fuck her now and again, who cared, besides, one fuck and he was all fucked out. As the thought struck her she smiled to herself, she would play him at his own game; she’d fuck him to death.

Monday morning and as usual all three sat down to breakfast, David in his suit and Heather and Charlie in dressing gowns. A couple of packages arrived for Charlie just before David left for work so he retired to his room to open them in private. It wasn’t long before the front door slammed and he heard the familiar sound of David’s car leaving the drive. Surprisingly, a few minutes later and Heather entered his room. She stood in the open doorway completely naked. “I suppose you’ve been waiting for this all weekend,” she said pouting, seductively walking towards the bed with a hand rubbing her pussy. Charlie admired her slim figure and big tits, his cock stirring at the sight before him. “Well? You going to fuck me or what?” she purred. Charlie threw a package at her. “Go take a nice bath, shave your cunt and then put those on.” Heather looked in the bag. Black stockings with matching suspenders, transparent panties and a bra with only half a cup. “Oh, and put some high heels and makeup on, I want you to look really slutty.”

As Heather retired to the bathroom, Charlie re-read the instructions on the Viagra bottle. ‘For maximum effect, take one 100mg tablet one hour before intercourse. DO NOT EXCEED STATED DOSE!’ Fuck! Charlie had already taken two. Oh well. He checked his watch, half hour to go. He could hear Heather splashing about as she got out of the bath and as he lay on the bed the thought of her voluptuous body and what he was going to do with her had his old cock stirring.

“Fucking hell,” Charlie said aloud, it wasn’t simply stirring, his cock was growing faster than he’d seen in a long time. He could feel his heart racing and started to feel light headed, his skin became hot and clammy, but still his cock continued to swell. It was now reaching mammoth proportions and felt like a pole of steel in his hands. The circumcised head was a deep purple colour and twice it’s normal size. “Christ all fucking mighty,” Heather said as she stood in the doorway staring at Charlie’s massive erection. She looked stunning. The bra left her nipples exposed and made her tits stand out proud. The black stockings and suspenders framed her smooth sexy cunt perfectly and the high heels made her look ten feet tall. As if mesmerised she walked toward the bed, crawled up between Charlie’s open legs and took the head of his cock into her mouth.

The feeling was out of this world. Her lips felt cool over his engorged glands and the feel of her tongue running round the sensitive rim had him shooting his load almost immediately. Spurt after spurt shot out of his cock filling her mouth and running back down his shaft. She sucked for all she was worth and swallowed a good deal of it but to her amazement Charlie’s cock remained rock hard. “Charlie, what on earth have you been taking?” Heather said licking the cum from round her mouth. “Never you mind, just get on your back and spread those fucking legs ………. Wide!” He couldn’t believe how hard his cock was or how much he’d just cum. It was like being 21 all over again.

He licked up the insides of Heather’s stocking covered thighs, past the soft silky material and onto the fleshy bit just before her cunt. She was already wet by the time he poked his tongue into her and she shuddered when he finally removed her panties, peeled her lips open and licked her exposed clit, making her explode into orgasm. “So, you think I’m ready for the old folks home huh?” Charlie said climbing between her legs and placing the tip of his cock against her hole. “Well I’ll fucking show you missy.”

Staying up on his arms so he could look down at her pretty face, he rammed forward with all his might, pinning her to the bed and forcing the air out of her as his cock buried itself deep in her womb. Her beautiful blue eyes flew wide open in surprise and her cheeks flushed a deep red. Before she could regain her breath he did it again, pulling almost completely out before slamming forward, making her big tits wobble like two giant jellies. Oh yes, he was going to show this bitch a thing or two. He continued the assault for what seemed like ages until he felt the familiar tingling build up in his balls. Heather just couldn’t understand it, his old cock was reaching places her husband never could and despite herself she was starting to enjoy it. She was panting hard trying to keep up as with one more almighty thrust he buried his cock deep inside her as it unloaded spurt after spurt of warm sticky cum. Exhausted, but extremely pleased with himself he collapsed on top of her. Amazingly, his cock remained hard.

This put Charlie in a bit of a dilemma. He was too tired to fuck her again but his cock was still rock hard and buried balls deep up her cunt. Only one thing for it Charlie thought and without pulling out he rolled them over so that Heather was on top. “OK slut, your turn.” She sat up, her big tits dangling in front of his face and her lovely smooth cunt clamping down on his hard cock. “You’re joking,” she said, squeezing her cunt muscles as though to confirm the fact that he was still up her. “Just get fucking bitch, I’ll tell you when to stop.”

Heather started to ride Charlie’s cock while his gnarled old hands grasped her tits and nipples. Something was wrong here, how could this 60 year old man keep going, let alone stay hard. Charlie could see the look on her face and took great delight in pulling on her nipples making her ride faster. “C’mon you little slut, surely your not going to let an old man like me tire you out are you?”

“Right you old git,” Heather replied, staring down at his weather beaten old face, “if that’s your game then lets see who can last the longest.” Re-doubling her efforts she rode him like a mad thing and even made herself cum several times. Charlie just lay there smiling, his cock as hard as ever. Her nipples started to get sore with him pulling and tweaking on them and after an hour or so she was starting to dry up. But Charlie, his old cock was still there.

By :Tony King

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