Holidays with the McDowells
Chapter 3by Noopster.
DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of absolute fiction based on nothing real or plausible at all. Fantasy is legal and this shit is ridiculous anyway. Thanks for reading.
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It's Christmas morning and the house is full of energy. Full of Charlie's nieces and nephews playing with the toys Santa brought them and running around the huge living room. The adults are laughing. All of them wearing pajamas and slippers, talking loudly about their own childhoods and the kind of toys they used to get. Everything smells like pancakes and bacon and hot cocoa, and the younglings shout and squeal, jumping over the empty cardboard boxes and wrapping paper that litter the beige carpet. One of them trips on Charlie's foot, falls face first on the floor, and gets up quickly, completely undaunted, speeding to the hallway as if nothing happened.
"So much energy," Charlie remarks, taking the opportunity to hold Lily's hand. She doesn't move or resist, but her hand is as limp and disinterested as her response.
"Uh... yeah, they're like little tornadoes."
The couple is sitting together on the big couch, right next to the nook between two bookcases where Charlie's nieces are playing with their new dolls.They're the only ones not smiling.
Yesterday, after Lily came back from the creek, Charlie noticed her weird mood and asked if there was something wrong. She said no, and brushed off his concerns saying she was just tired from the hike. But her awkwardness continued during Christmas dinner. She was as nice and charming as ever with the rest of the family, but Charlie paid enough attention to notice that she didn't look his Father in the eye even once, or him, for that matter. When they went back to the privacy of his childhood bedroom, she was distant again. He wanted to have sex, she said she wasn't in the mood, that it would be weird to do it with their families right there on the other side of those walls. He asked again if something was wrong, she got nervous and said she wasn't feeling well. Then she went to bed, knowing her guilt would keep her awake for most of it. What else could she do? If she wasn't able to tell him before, when she would've had to explain her mistake, there was no way she could do it now, having crossed the line at the creek without any darkness or alcohol to blame it on.
She spent most of the night restless on her side of the bed. Eyes wide open, staring at Charlie's old trophies on top of the dresser and listening to him breathe peacefully while she battled herself endlessly to figure out the why of it all. The thought of cheating on him had never occurred to her, not even once. Not with any of the thirsty strangers that tried to hit on her on the regular, or with the chiseled actors she worked with, or with the powerful producers and executives that were always on the hunt to score some famous pussy by way of their money and influence. So why, why had she betrayed him with his own Father?
"Traitor!" The youngest of Charlie's nephews shouts, holding up two alien-looking action figures that keep crashing against each other in the air. "Destroy the traitor!" Lily is startled for a second, and her hand slips out from under Charlie's to pull some of her hair behind her ear. Then it falls back down to rest alone on the couch. She knows her boyfriend is getting worried, that he can tell something is wrong. But there's just no way she can confess what she did. All he ever talks about is how much he loves and admires his father. He calls him his best friend. The thought of disrupting such a beautiful bond in any way terrifies her. No, he would never forgive her. He can never know. It has to stop.
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She was in a much better mood earlier today, despite the lack of sleep and everything else. Seeing all the kids' excited faces as they opened their presents, the unbridled joy with which they tore into the colorful packages to get to the toys they had been dreaming about for months, reminded her of what it was like to be a child without a care in the whole world. Charlie always says that she's still a kid at heart, that he loves how, despite the hardships she's gone through, she's still as goofy and playful as any of his nephews and nieces. And she certainly proved him right today when, donning one of the matching Santa hats that Charlie got for her mother and her, she jumped right in the middle of the group of kids to play with Barbies and stuffed bears and toy cars until her mother called her to rejoin the adult world for lunch.
Lily promised the kids she'd come back to play with them a little later and, while getting back on her feet, noticed something different about the way the family's stocking were arranged on the fireplace. It took her a couple of seconds until she made out the one with her name on it. It had a picture of Santa Claus reading from a list titled "Nice or Naughty", and her name embroidered in red letters above it.
The sweet gesture warmed her heart, made her feel like she was truly part of the family. Inside, she found a cute puppet in the shape of a unicorn, and little white box wrapped with a red and green bow.
She took out from it a pair of white diamond earrings, as beautiful as any piece of jewelry she had ever seen. "Merry Christmas, babe," Charlie said, hugging her from behind. For a brief moment, she forgot about everything and felt safe and happy in his arms.
"What are these for? You already gave me my Christmas gift!"
"Because I love you. I don't need any other reason."
"I love you too, baby. Soooo much!" They kissed, and when it ended she was still smiling.
"The Unicorn is super cute too, where did you get it?" she asked, holding his hand as they made their way to the dining room.
"What?" Charlie took a quick look at the puppet in her hand, "Oh, I didn't get you that, one of the kids must've put it there."
Lily's hand left his and a sudden, ominous feeling took over her. "I... You go ahead, I left something in our room..." she said, turning away to walk in the opposite direction. "I'll be right back."
"Oh, okay... sure."
As soon as she had turned the corner, Lily put her hand in the puppet and felt a small piece of paper waiting there. She looked left and right, and pulled the little note out:
"Santa left a special present in your bag."
Her heart was racing as she went back to Charlie's room. On top of the bed was her suitcase, someone had moved it. The culprit became obvious the moment she opened it. Sitting nicely on top of the rest of her clothes sat the dirty black cotton panties she'd worn the day before, turned inside out so that the crusty cum stain on the crotch was clearly visible. The soccer players' posters on the walls seemed to look at her accusingly as she grabbed the stained panties and hid them in the pile of clothes. But under those, another surprise awaited. A small bag from Victoria's Secrets. Lily felt a wave of outrage coursing through her veins before she even looked inside: A cute little lingerie set, made out of the skimpiest, most sheer white fabric she'd ever seen.
Holding the lewd gift in a clenched fist, she stormed out of the room so furious that she didn't even consider what would happen if she ran into Charlie like that. She caught up to Mr. McDowell in the hallway, just when he was about to join the rest of the family for lunch. She wanted to yell at him, to hit him and call him an asshole and a piece of shit and worse, but the spot they were standing in, with the dinning room to their left and the living room full of kids to the right, made it infuriatingly impossible.
"Who the hell do you think you are?!" she whispered loudly, barely able to keep her angry voice low enough as to not alert the entire family.
"I'm sorry, could you speak louder?" He casually replied with a smug face.
From the dining table, Charlie's mom called out, "Malcolm, could you hurry up and join us already? We're starving!" Suddenly there were footsteps coming their way and, in a fit of desperation, Lily opened the closest door and pulled the old man inside. "You can all start without me, I'll be with you in a minute!" he shouted before closing the door behind him.
In the dark, the musky smell seemed oddly familiar to Lily. When her hand found the light switch, she recognized the room full of boxes she had stumbled into on that first, fateful night.
"Who the hell do you think you are?! You can't just go through my things! And you can't give me something like this!" she furiously whispered, shaking the see-through underwear in her hand.
"Did you not like my present? I thought it was quite classy."
"I have a boyfriend! He's your son, for Christ's sake!"
Malcolm looked up and down at the petite brunette, angrily shaking her fist in her cute little squared pajamas and Santa hat, and chuckled.
"What? What the hell are you laughing at?!"
"You're just so cute when you're angry," he said, reaching for the first button of her pajama top.
"No! Don't even think about--"
She slapped his hand away, but he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close. "Stop!" she protested while he groped her butt with one hand and bent down to try and kiss her. "I said stop! I'm not doing this!" She kept resisting, squirming and dodging his mouth while his hand sneaked under her loose-fitting pajamas and moved back and forth between her ass cheeks.
"You promised to be a good girl, Lily. What happened?"
"Stop it, I'll scream."
"So my son can come and rescue you from his own Father, who you've been cheating with? I doubt it."
"I'll do it, I swear."
"Think before you act, dear. He'll hate us both, but when the anger passes, I'll still be his Father. And eventually, he will forgive me." He pinned her against the door and whispered in her ear, "Do you think he'll be able to ever forgive you?"
"I... you wouldn't..."
"Is that what you think?" He let her go all of a sudden, and then he called out, "Charlie, son, are you out there?"
"Yes, Dad?" Charlie answered from the dining room.
"Could you come here for a second?"
"What the hell are you doing?!" Lily asked in a full state of panic.
"I'm going to confess. By the way, how do you think your mother is going to take the revelation? I would assume she'll be upset, but you know her better than I do."
"No, no, stop it, please, please don't do it, please!"
Charlie knocked on the door and Lily had just enough time to move out of the way before it opened.
"What's up, Dad?"
"Son, I'm very sorry, but there's something that you need to know."
Hiding in the nook between the door and the wall like a frightened dog, Lily was about to lose it. Tears were welling up in her eyes and her hands, still holding the flimsy undergarments, were pushed together in the praying position.
"Uh, okay... Wait, what are you doing here?"
Lily's heart began to beat a million miles per hour when Charlie took another step into the room.
"I was just looking for some of my things."
"Uh, Dad, is something wrong?"
"That depends..." the old man said, letting his eyes focus on Lily just for a second. "You see," he began, leaning on the tan colored wall, " two nights ago, after you went to bed and your lovely girlfriend went looking for you..."
Sharp, blood-thirsty daggers flew from Lily's eyes to Malcolm.
"Yeah?"
"What really happened was--"
Lily's expression suddenly lost all of its menace. Carefully, so as to not make any noise, she dropped to her knees and begged for mercy. But found none.
"Are you okay. Dad?"
"I'm afraid she was very drunk and she--"
Lily took a step forward, staying just hidden enough so that she wouldn't be seen by her boyfriend. No longer concerned with anything but the all-consuming terror of Charlie finding out, she began to unbutton her top. Malcolm paused, and after looking at her briefly, he smiled.
"And she what?"
Lily's hands were on the last button now. Her eyes were full of defeated tears as the comfy fabric split open, revealing her toned stomach and just barely covering her modest chest. Malcolm's pregnant pause continued, and his eyes traveled down to her bottom half, letting her know that wasn't gonna be enough.
"Well, she came into my room..."
"What?"
Completely defeated, Lily swallowed hard and pulled her checkered pants down all the way to her ankles. Malcolm took a nice, hard look at her slender figure, studying every inch of her shapely legs and tiny waist, as if he was deciding if he should take her offer. A final humiliation on top of everything else.
"...And she said she loved you very much."
Lily closed her eyes and sighed quietly. There was a moment of silence before the lingerie landed on the dusty old carpet, quickly followed by her pajama top. Fighting the instinct to cover herself, she stood still, waiting for him to make the next move.
"...are you drunk, Dad?" Charlie took another step into the room. He suddenly entered Lily's range of view and she almost screamed before retreating further back into the corner. Luckily for her, Malcolm moved towards the door just in time to stop his son from being able to see her.
"No, no, son, I think I just had too much whiskey in my coffee," the savvy old man said, grabbing the door and leaning on it, "Just don't tell your mother I'm here or she'll make a big fuss about me touching her things and all of that."
"...Suuure. So, uh, do you need any help?"
"No, no, you go have lunch. I'll be right out," Lily heard the old man say while his hand slipped behind the door.
"Okay then, and you're sure that you're fine?"
"Yes, son, thank you."
"By the way, have you seen Lily? I can't find her anywhere."
Lily's eyes opened wide, the words rung loudly, rattling her skull. Malcolm hesitated to answer. When he went into another dramatic pause, the trapped actress had no choice but to take action.
"Dad?"
"Have I seen Lily? That's a good question..."
Behind the door, Malcolm's open palm turned up, and his ring and middle finger curved into the same shape that had her cumming at the creek the day before. Lily looked at the door and whispered, "I'm sorry..." just low enough that Charlie would not hear it. Completely nude and at the mercy of her future Father-in-law, she stepped over her discarded pajamas and positioned her pale thighs around his fingers.
"Well have you? Come on, Dad, stop playing."
Swallowing what was left of her dignity, the woman Charlie loved lowered herself onto his Father's fingers and sighed softly, leading them to enter her pussy.
"No, son, I don't think I have," Malcolm lied while his fingers dug into Lily.
"...okay then. Will you tell her to come have lunch with us if you see her?"
Lily closed her eyes and tried to stop listening. Her lips trembled as the fingers curled and stretched inside of her.
"Sure thing, son."
Charlie was about to leave but stopped mid-turn, "By the way, Kelley just called, her flight got delayed because of a storm or something. She said to pick her up at the airport tomorrow at noon."
To Lily, the mention of Malcolm's wife added one more level of transgression to what they were doing, and she found herself wishing her boyfriend would just hurry and go. She hated herself for it, but she was so wet already, and Malcolm's fingers slowly massaging her insides felt so good; she wasn't sure how long she'd be able to stay quiet.
"Oh. Okay. That is... unfortunate.
"So you're sure you're okay in there?"
Charlie sighed and finally walked away, more confused than before. Lily did not move until she heard his footsteps getting farther away. Then she turned her head to the door and whispered "Is he gone?"
"He's gone," Malcolm said before pushing his fingers all the way in, causing her to have to bite her lip to keep herself from moaning.
The two of them kept quiet and looked at each other for a moment. All they could hear was the ruckus of the kids playing in the living room and the women laughing in the dining room. Malcolm's fingers came out of her with a wet sound and Lily sighed deeply, relieved of the danger having passed but timorous of what was going to happen next.
"Are you going to be a good girl now or shall we call my son again?"
"No, no, I'll be... good."
"Say it," He grabbed the back of her hair and pressed his wet fingers on her lips. "Tell me what I want to hear."
"...I'll be a good girl," she meekly said before tasting her own sex off of his fingers.
Malcolm closed the door, and Lily noticed his prick beginning to twitch and grow as she continued to suck on his fingers. She hated herself for it, but amidst all of the turmoil, some part of her felt proud of having that kind of effect on the legendary actor.
"Ah yes, that's better." He pulled his hand back and held the two fingers up to Lily's face so that she could lap up the remaining cunt juice off of them. "That's enough," he then said, and took a few steps back so that he could take a better look at her naked body.
"Put your hat back on," he told her, his erect dick now forming a tent in his navy blue sweatpants. Lily grabbed the Santa hat from the floor and put it on. She felt extremely self-conscious just standing there, completely exposed to his lewd gaze, and wearing that ridiculous hat to boot. But at the same time, it was exhilarating. Charlie had nothing but love in his eyes when he saw her naked, Malcolm's eyes on the other hand, were full of lust and wickedness; like she could almost read all of the dirty things he wanted to do to her in his pupils.
He told her to turn around, slowly, and hearing him exhale with lust at the sight of her butt was thrilling. She thought of how many beautiful naked women he had probably seen over the span of his illustrious life, then she caught herself wondering where she would rank among them.
"Now crawl to me," He said, taking a few steps back and beckoning her with his finger. Lily swallowed hard, took a deep breath to compose herself, and slowly got down on all fours. Putting her hands on the brown, dusty and decayed carpet was disgusting, and as she started to advance she felt so stupid and undignified crawling to him like that. She wanted to stop, get up and leave, but Charlie was still just a shout away, and so was her mom. She told herself this was the last straw, that she would do what Malcolm wanted just to get through the day, and then she would figure out a way to leave that house and explain everything to Charlie once she was back in the States. When she got to the middle of the room, and Malcolm's big cock flopped out of his sweatpants, she instinctively reached for it, and she knew she was lying to herself.
The pretty actress sat on her ankles and began to stroke Malcolm's dick without him having to say a word. Her heart was still racing from the extremely close call they had just had with Charlie, and her pussy and mouth watered as she got a close look at the first dick that had finished inside of her. Above her, Malcolm chuckled at her eagerness to please. He moved her hand away and pointed his cock at her mouth, teasing himself by rubbing the head on her bottom lip. Lily was breathing hard and she couldn't stop thinking of what he was going to feel like in her mouth. Would his cock taste like Charlie's? Would it fill her mouth and pulse and react to her tongue in the same way? Soon she was parting her lips, eager to discover the answers to those questions.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" He asked, just as she was about to take him in.
"W-what?" she asked, perplexed.
"The door is not locked. Or do you want my son to come in and find you like this?"
The words stung, just like he wanted them to. She tried to get on her feet but his hand on her head stopped her. "No, crawl over there and back, like a good girl."
She stopped herself from protesting and turned on her hands and knees. "Slower," he said as she began to move away from him, feasting his eyes on the glorious pink of her cunt and the cute little shape of her tight, virgin asshole wiggling from side to side. Lily had never put on that kind of show for anyone, and as she reached for the lock she felt ashamed of how wet it was making her, and she wondered if he had already noticed.
"Finally some privacy. Now crawl back to me like a bitch," he said, stroking himself.
Lily's face felt hot as she did what she was told to, and butterflies began to flutter in her stomach while she slowly crawled back to Malcolm. It was a strange, unnerving feeling, to experience such a thrill by completely submitting to his will. To feel all that rage and impotence quickly turning into wanton lust and desire to please him. And then she was right there again, kneeling before her potential future Father-in-law, looking as cute as ever with her little red hat on and nothing else, ready to be used.
Malcolm took her by the chin, and caressed her cheek with his thumb, "Show me how you suck my son's cock."
That terrible, piercing sentence sent a jolt of arousal coursing through her, and her tiny hand was shaking as she reached for his manhood. Malcolm's cock was only semi-erect, as was to be expected for a man of his age, but she jerked it with her small, delicate fingers, looking straight into his eyes, until it began to swell and grow.
"Kiss it," he told Lily, resting the tip on her lips. Still looking into his eyes, she brought the head close to her lips, and her warm breath felt good on his prick. The gorgeous brunette hesitated, trembling with excitement as she pondered the enormous gravity of that moment, and the repercussions it would inevitably bring to her relationship.
That last, futile attempt to be faithful did not last long. Soon she was pouting her lips and pressing them softly against the head. Malcolm sighed with pleasure and it encouraged her to put her lips over the little slit and push them close, making the faintest of smacking sounds as she pulled them back. When she saw him shiver, she tried it again, but this time she used her tongue first to get at the little droplet of pre-cum oozing from it.
Just then, her phone started buzzing all of a sudden. Startled, she pulled it out of her pocket. It was Charlie wanting to know where the hell she was, but the thing was on vibration, and knowing that he was calling while his Father's dick was on her lips made her feel so naughty and so wet. Instead of ruining the moment, her boyfriend unknowingly pushed her over the edge. She set the phone down, closed her eyes and opened her mouth, and she listened closely to the muffled buzz of her phone while her thin lips slithered over the girth of that 76-year-old cock.
Malcolm stroked her brown hair while Lily's doe-like eyes looked up at him, and her warm mouth slowly welcomed him all the way in. For her, getting to know the bitter taste of her future Father-in-law's cock, was an eye-opening moment. She had never particularly enjoyed giving blowjobs, it was just something she did to make her boyfriends happy, but today was so different. It was like she was on a roller-coaster, and now that the cart was over the big climb it was impossible to stop it, to stop her tongue from snaking around the shaft, wanting to explore and get to know each bump, vein and wrinkle. Still listening to the muffled buzz of the phone, her head bobbed front and back, slowly, carefully, methodically, and when she heard him letting out a long exhalation of satisfaction she felt lucky, privileged even, to have the opportunity to pleasure a man like him.
"You better answer that," Malcolm said, looking at the vibrating phone.
Lily pulled back, and there was a slight pop when the meat came out of her mouth. She licked her lips and Malcolm saw how glossy her cunt was when she bent to the side to reach for her phone.
"Hey, I went out for some fresh air, I'll be back later," she hastily typed, wanting, needing to get back to Malcolm.
"Good girl," he said once the message was sent, rubbing his wet cock all over her thick eyebrows, then down her cute nose and around her perfect bone-cheeks.
Lily smiled, every time he called her that she felt like a little girl in her Father's home again, and it triggered an unexplainable, powerful reaction in her. It was a complex and unsettling mix of pride and guilt and lust that was all the more affecting precisely because she understood how obscenely inappropriate and twisted it was. A decent woman such as her should have been repelled by it, but instead, her body was having a very different reaction, making her both dread and crave more and more of it.
"Thank you, Mr. McDowell..." she heard herself reply, and it was like hearing another person saying it.
He tapped her lips with his prick and said, "Don't move." She opened her mouth again, looking straight into his eyes and waiting. The head rubbed against the soft, wet surface of the bottom lip before moving forward and landing on the slimy surface of her tongue, resting there, making her wait, testing her obedience.
"Tell me, sweet Lily, do you swallow my son's cum?"
With her tongue still sticking out and supporting his prick, she shook her head in denial.
"You will swallow mine."
She exhaled and her jaw was shaking with exertion. Watery saliva leaked from her mouth down her chin to her small, perky tits as she finally nodded in agreement,
"Proceed," he said, and Lily was delighted to wrap those luscious lips of hers over the head. But then suddenly, Malcolm withdrew, "No, no, you haven't earned all of that yet."
He turned his hips slightly to the right and Lily found herself chasing it with her mouth, like it was inexorably drawn towards his cock. He chuckled, and turned to the left, and again Lily pursued, silently begging for it.
"Are you playing with yourself?" he laughed, noticing the hand between her thighs.
She looked down, embarrassed, and did not answer.
"Show me your hand."
She slowly raised her palm. Her fingers were coated with wetness.
"Oh, you poor thing. I didn't realize you wanted it so much."
His words dripped with mockery, but despite the ridicule, when he led her wet hand back to his shaft, Lily's fingers instantly clenched around it. It would've been absurd to feign any kind of disinterest or indignation when she was literally dripping with arousal for the opportunity to pleasure him. And so, the porcelain-skinned beauty started jerking Malcolm's grizzled cock, just an inch or two from her pretty face, ignoring the sound of her phone, still buzzing with Charlie's missed calls as she pouted her tender lips and planted quick little kisses around his Dad's mushroom head. The legendary actor groaned after a particularly pleasurable stroke and it made her smile with pride. All she wanted in that moment was to impress him, to prove to him, and herself, that she was not only worthy of his son, but of him too.
Malcolm played it cool, he had been surrounded by beautiful actresses for most of his adult life, but even for a man as experienced as him it was impossible not to be in awe of her beauty. He thought of the first time his son spoke about her, as her playful tongue licked the tip like a lollipop, swirling, teasing and caressing while her dainty little hand continued working hard at stroking the base of his cock.
"She's quite a catch," he remembered saying to Charlie on the phone after googling her name. But it was only several months later, after finally meeting her in person, that he had realized the true extent of her ethereal beauty. Lily had showed up that day in normal street clothes with barely any makeup on, and had instantly made every other woman in her vicinity obsolete. He had never so felt proud of his son, and so jealous at the same time. And now that thick-eyebrowed angel was on her knees, sucking him off, looking up at him with those bright and glorious hazel eyes, full of admiration and desire. How could he possibly resist? If Charlie ended up marrying her, he would have to understand. A sweet, loving, submissive girl like her was a gift to be shared with his dear old Dad.
'Oh yes, I've had a good life,' Malcolm thought, resting his hands on his hips, smiling with satisfaction while Lily licked slowly and thoroughly up the underside of his member. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
Still stroking his cock, Lily looked away for a moment, blushing a bit and looking as adorable as ever as she tried to hide how right he was. "It's okay, dear, even the good girls have a naughty side. And this is yours."
That was enough to push the shyness out of her mind and her eyes met his again as she moved her mouth down on him. She heard him grunt and felt his cock twitch on her tongue, giving her more confidence to do as she pleased. She placed her hands on the back of Malcolm's thighs and pushed herself forward, filling her mouth with his dick. She started to gag as she moved her mouth further down on him. Malcolm's breath became ragged. He could tell his son's girl wasn't very experienced, but she made up for it in effort. Besides, she looked so pretty with his fat cock in her mouth. He had not had such a delightful plaything in decades. It was taking all of his self-control to keep his composure.
He held onto to the back of her head and pushed himself all the way in, until he could feel the muscles on the back of her throat contracting as she gagged on his cock. "Shhh, just relax, breathe through your nose," he told her when he saw her eyes were watering and she was getting desperate for oxygen. Lily held on for as long as she could before finally pulling back with a loud and wet slurping sound that would've probably drawn a lot of attention if not for the little boy's shouting and pretend-shooting each other with laser pistols in the living room.
The septuagenarian patted her on the head as she gasped for air, then her impatient mouth found his cock again and she continued to suck on it until a youthful voice ruined the moment.
"Where's grandpa? I wanna play with grandpa!" little Ricky cried outside.
Lily's dutiful sucking stopped, and she looked at Malcolm with alarm.
"Door is locked, but hurry up, girl."
She hesitated. There were more voices outside the door now. Unfazed by any of it, the old man grabbed her chin and force-fed Lily his dick. She had no choice but to gobble it up and try to bob on it as fast as she could. Then Charlie's voice caused her to stop again.
"Grandpa's busy right now, Ricky."
"But I wanna play with him!"
"I'm sure he'll play with you later."
"No! I wanna play with grandpa now!"
Lily had frozen still. Her boyfriend and his 5-year-old nephew were right there on the other side of that door, and it was grandpa's cock she had in her mouth.
"Hey, hey, look at me," Malcolm said in a low but stern voice, bringing her attention back to his penis. Still holding on to her chin, he applied a bit of pressure with his thumb and index fingers to force her mouth open, while his other hand rapidly tugged at his cock over and over. Lily was shaking out of fear of getting caught while the moody kid outside the door kept shouting "Grandpa, Grandpa!" and Malcolm's prick throbbed on her bottom lip like a ticking bomb.
"Grandpa's busy, Ricky. I'm sure he'll play with you when he's done."
Charlie's last words coincided with a strained groan from his Father and a high-pitched yelp from his girlfriend immediately followed. A thick jet of warm cum had suddenly hit her nose and spattered her right eye. Malcolm adjusted his aim and, after another groan, started shooting sperm right into her mouth. With one eye closed, the cheating actress kept her jaw open as spurt after spurt of creamy seed continued to splash on her tongue. Malcolm's load seemed endless as she listened to her boyfriend inadvertently buying them more time, and as her mouth became flooded with sperm, the pink of her tongue slowly began to fade under a pool of white.
Finally, with a long sigh, the 76-year-old man squeezed the last two drops of cum out of his wrinkly cock and paused to admire his work. "Now prove you're a good girl," he said, lightly tapping the bottom of Lily's jaw. She closed her mouth and her eyes, and the load was so thick and plentiful that she struggled to get it all down in one swig. She gulped down about half of it first, that too was a first for her, and she felt nauseous as the gooey juice slowly rolled down her throat and into her stomach.
Charlie and his nephew were still arguing outside and suddenly someone turned the knob and tried to open up the door.
"Uh, Dad, why is the door locked?"
Lily panicked, and in her haste to swallow the liquid went down her trachea, and she started to cough as cum traveled up her nose.
"You okay, Dad?" The knob started to turn again.
Still amidst a coughing fit, Lily turned her gaze to Malcolm, silently demanding that he answer.
"Prove it," the old man whispered, while his son's voice became more and more distressed.
Lily was able to stop coughing just long enough to open her mouth wide and stick her tongue out, showing she had swallowed it all.
Malcolm smiled like a proud Dad and caressed her cheek. "I'm fine, son, it must be all of the dust in here," he finally answered as he pulled up his pants.
Lily was still in a daze when she saw him head for the door and casually open it as if she wasn't still naked on the floor. She jumped behind a pile of brown boxes just in time, but cursed herself for leaving her phone out in the open.
"Now what's all this ruckus about, huh?" Malcolm asked as he stepped into the hallway, completely cool and collected, as if he hadn't just emptied a week's worth of jizz into his future daughter-in-law's mouth.
"Grandpa, I wanna show you my laser guns!"
"Is that so? Well, let's go then."
"What were you doing in there?"
"Oh nothing much, I was just having a private conversation with one of Santa's elves."
"Whoa, really?!"
"Are you sure you're okay, Dad? You're acting really strange..."
Charlie's voice grew fainter as they began to walk away and Lily sighed with relief.
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"Hey, aren't you hungry?" Charlie asks now, snapping her out of her guilty haze.
"Huh? I'm sorry, what?"
"You okay, babe? You look a little bit flushed."
"Uh, yeah, sorry, I was just... remembering something, and it's really warm in here."
"What was it?"
"Oh it's... nothing important."
"...Okay then, I'll add it to the list of things you don't seem to want to talk about. But anyway, I asked if you're hungry. I mean, you were out on your walk for a long time, you should really eat something."
"Oh, yeah, I guess I should."
Like the loving boyfriend that he is, Charlie heats up some of the Christmas dinner leftovers for her. The food is delicious, but in every bite Lily can still taste Charlie's father in her mouth. She barely gets through half of it before quitting on the meal altogether. Charlie again asks if something is wrong. She doesn't know what to say. She thanks him for the food and goes back to the living room, where watching the little girls play with dolls is not enough to keep her from feeling like a liar and a whore.
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Now it's late at night again. Charlie is already snoring in bed thanks to all the wine he drank during dinner. Lily is by his side, still wide awake, going over everything that has happened since they arrived. The night she mistakenly crawled into Malcolm's bed, the hike where she failed miserably to correct her slip-up, and then this morning, where under the threat of getting caught she dishonored Charlie and herself even more by completely submitting to the old man's desires. And as she remembers all of those emotions and sensations, her hand suddenly begins to travel down her navel to the warm and wet spot between her thighs. Then she stops herself, and wonders what is wrong with her to not only be able to betray the man he loves like that, but to also be aroused by it.
"Show me how you suck my son's cock." She's been thinking about that sentence all day. No matter what she does, it keeps repeating in her head like a catchy pop song. And the room feels too small, like the walls are gonna crush her any second. She can't breathe in there.
'Fuck this, a warm glass of milk should help me sleep,' she decides, finding an excuse to sneak out of bed.
The old house is quiet and dark and still as she heads for the kitchen. But there's a faint light coming from under one of the doors. Lily stops and her heart starts beating faster. 'He's still up.' After everything that happened today, they way he humiliated and took advantage of her... She can't believe that she's even contemplating it. And yet, the need builds, becomes a compulsion. 'No, stop, I can't do this. I am not this person. I'm gonna go back to Charlie's room and close my eyes until I fall asleep, even if it takes me all night.' But she's already opening the door to Malcolm's bedroom. It does not even occur to her to knock or ask for permission, she just walks in there, knowing she's more than welcome.
Sitting in his brown recliner and looking very distinguished with his crimson bathrobe on, Mr. McDowell looks up from the huge book in his hands to smile at her. Lily was just going to the kitchen, she didn't plan to show up in his room in nothing but a flimsy white undershirt that does nothing to hide the fact that her nipples are as hard as diamonds, and a pair of pink cotton panties that hug her form so snugly that it shows the outline of her labia. She can see how much he wants her as she starts slowly approaching, deliberately swaying her hips from side to side to accentuate the effect of her smooth thighs and tiny waist.
"Stop, please. You don't need to say it."
He nods, taking his time in putting the book down on the little table to his right, and removing his gold-rimmed reading glasses. Lily already feels terrible for what she knows is about to happen, yet she can't stop moving towards him. She's drawn to him, despite how much she loves his son and how much she hates betraying his trust; it is inevitable.
She stands in front of him and reaches for the bottom of her shirt. She lifts it, and once her midriff becomes exposed he grabs her by the waist and starts to tenderly kiss the soft, pale flesh around her cute little belly button, making her shudder with pleasure as her petite breasts come into view. He reaches for the left one and Lily sighs as he squeezes the tiny mound and rolls the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She leans into him so he can put his mouth around it, and as his left hand reaches for her crotch, they're both pleasantly surprised at how wet she already is. His right hand moves down to grope her butt cheeks, and Malcolm's expert tongue takes it's time in massaging Lily's nipple and areola before switching to the right, all the while the fingers on his left hand are rubbing away at her labia and pushing the cotton fabric in so that it soaks up even more of the girl's arousal.
Lily's reservations are gone now and Charlie is just a name in the back of her mind as she reaches between her thighs, pulls her underwear to the side, and leads Malcolm's fingers in. Her legs feel weak as he prods inside, and when she pulls him in for a kiss she can't help but moan in his mouth. The old man is skillful and calculated, no movement is wasted as he plunges two fingers deep into her tight little cunt. He adds his thumb to the mix, putting just a little bit of pressure on her clit, enough to make the horny brunette gasp and start to roll her hips forward while her hands reach for the belt of his robe and pull it open. Completely possessed by lust, Lily grabs his cock and feels it swelling in her fingers as the kiss continues, a passionate, frantic tussle of wet lips and eager mouths. Lily's tongue thrashes around carelessly in the old man's mouth, as impatient as the rest of her. But he is in no hurry, and he kisses her back just like he does everything else. Confidently, with the precision and mastery of the many decades behind him. She is his now, and they both know it.
Malcolm's stops her just as she's getting ready to go down on him. She looks at him in confusion, there's deep need and desperation in her eyes. "Turn," he says as his fingers slip out of her. Lily's mood and disposition is completely different than it was this morning. She turns her back to him and giggles when her right ass cheek is spanked, then she wiggles her cute butt to make it easier for him to pull her panties down. She feels his hands grope and spread her ass cheeks and suddenly she's done with foreplay. Tonight there's no more pretending. She has been wanting this in one way or another ever since that first night when he welcomed her into his house, and now she just can't wait to feel him inside of her again. She starts to lower herself and reaches for his cock, rubbing the head up and down her wet slit while stroking it at the same time. Malcolm grunts softly behind her and soon his prick is rock hard and ready. Lily leans forward, keeping her legs together and in between his, and supports herself on the old man's skinny thighs as she lowers her pussy on his thick cock.
"Oh..." she whimpers softly as he starts to fill and stretch her in all the right ways, like his penis was made, designed, bespoke for her cunt. Her hips keep coming down steadily until it's all the way in, and she lets out a long sigh, her body trembling with pleasure. The old actor wisely gives her a few seconds to get used to his size before he starts slowly moving back and forth. It feels incredible, and it gets even better once his hands surround her tiny waist and start telling her how to move and where to go. Once she's gotten used to the rhythm of his gentle, precise thrusts, the actor's hands let go and begin to wander all over her tight body as she sways gently on his cock, and the speed of her movements increases in reaction to his caresses.
Then, she feels his hands on her waist again, telling her to stop, and the dynamic changes. Now he's the only one moving, and she whimpers, "Oh... my... God..." when the thrusts start growing in intensity. He fucks her like that, nice and slow, for a couple of minutes until it's time to kick it up a notch. Suddenly he grabs her by the hair and pulls her head back, and she has to remind herself not to scream while he starts to violently drive his cock in and out of her.
The harder he pulls on her hair the more she leans forward and pushes together her thighs, and it all adds up to his prick feeling even bigger and thicker as it slips in and out between her swollen cunt lips. "Fuck, fuck, oh fuck, oh my god, oh fuck!" the pale hottie cries out, her voice made frail and weak by the sheer intensity of the old man's upward thrusts. The tension is growing, she's so close, she can feel every cell in her body pleading for release, but just then he starts slowing down. 'He must be getting tired,' she assumes, still grinding herself on his cock even as she tries to catch her breath.
He has let go of her hair and his hands are now coming down her pale shoulders. The little droplets of perspiration that cover her flawless white skin gather around his calloused fingers and she can't help but shiver as they travel down her arms and grip them tightly, pulling them back and taking control. Lily gasps loudly when he drives his meat deep inside her womb with a single, hard and deliberate hip thrust that makes her throw her head back. Instinctively, she understands that to be a warning of sorts, and she has just enough time to brace herself before her arms get pulled all the way back to his chest as he begins to buck up into her.
"Oh my Gooooood..." the actress wails, her tiny little tits thrusting outwards as her future Father-in-law pounds her with a vigor and passion she's rarely experienced with men of her own age. Her back arches and her mouth is wide open, frozen in a silent scream of pleasure as the 76-year-old man gives her everything he's got. He fucks her hard, making what little fat there is in her tight little frame jiggle and shake along with every violent push, and right before she orgasms, Lily knows that Charlie's cock could never make her feel like that, no matter how much he loves her, it just isn't the same.
"That was so..." she says, unable to finish her thought as she tries to catch her breath and looks down to realize how big and hard he still is. A gentle push on the small of her back tells her to get off and her legs wobble as she obediently gets back on her feet. The thespian gets up from his chair, showing impressive agility for a man of his age, and gets behind her, leading her down. Lily offers no resistance and bends over the recliner's padded arm, with her elbows and forearms resting on the seat, and her bare ass raised and pointed at the door. Malcolm positions himself between her legs, holding on tightly with both hands to that tight but juicy ass, digging his fingers into those pale, meaty cheeks as his long, gray-haired cock pushes past Lily's sweet, pink cunt walls. The actress closes her eyes and exhales as he thrusts into her slowly, getting her ready for another round of rough pounding. But just as it's starting to feel good, he stops and pulls back almost all the way, until only the very tip is still in her.
Confused and frustrated, Lily wiggles her ass, inviting him back in, pleading with her motion to be fucked. And still, he waits. Finally, she turns her head to look back at him. "Don't stop now, please don't stop, please fuck me," she starts to beg, and her voice sounds more shrill and pathetic than he's ever heard it.
"Is that what you want?" he asks mockingly while she continues to beg with her body.
"Yes! Please... Mr. McDowell..."
The old man can't help but grin at her good manners. "Such a sweet, well-mannered young lady..." he teases her, pushing his dick just a little deeper while he runs his hand slowly up her back, all the way to her neck and back down, relishing the smoothness of her incredibly delicate skin. "My son has no idea what an unfaithful little floozy you truly are."
"I-- I'm not... I've never--" she struggles to get the words out with the arm rest digging into her midsection and his prick filling her up, "--mmmnn ...done this."
"Cheating on my son... with his own Father."
"I know, I know, I'm a terrible person but-- UNGH!"
He slaps her ass as hard as he can, and her entire body rattles under the impact.
"You like it rough, huh?"
"I... yes," Lily whimpers in defeat as he begins to move inside of her, building up to a steady pace. She buries her head into the seat and the warm leather drowns the sound of her crying and squealing as he fucks her tight and fit body from behind.
"I should warn Charlie, let him know that the girl he brought home is nothing but a wanton slut!"
Lily bucks her hips at the insult, just as he expected, and soon he has her pushing back on his thrusts and ready to come again. Malcolm keeps chiding her, calling her a tramp as the sounds of flesh violently hitting flesh threaten to wake up the rest of the family. In the back of her mind, Lily is aware of how much noise they're making, but the risk is meaningless compared to the feeling of complete submission she's experiencing in that position. With every push, Malcolm's cock hits the exact spot that drives her crazy, and she's not sure she would want him to stop even if Charlie walked in at that very moment.
"I'm going to cum in you, Lily, just like you begged me the last time."
"N--not inside... please," she groans, her voice straining from the harsh pounding her tight pussy is taking, but her complaints only make him speed up. Malcolm is close, and with every passing second he lunges with more strength and speed. "Oh no, you don't-- umph!, get a say in it-- umph!, you're mine now, all mine," he puffs, wiping sweat from his forehead while his meat powerfully pistons back and forth between her sopping lips.
The old man's panting becomes more pronounced, and his thrusts suddenly get slower but push deeper inside, and for a brief moment, Lily thinks of her dear boyfriend, and pictures him asleep in his bed, just a couple of rooms away, blissfully unaware of the terrible way she's betraying him. She's not on the pill, and it's an extremely risky time of the month to be letting anyone fuck her raw like that, let alone her sweetheart's septuagenarian Father.
"Pull... out... p-please..." her meek voice whines in a futile effort to keep herself from breaking that final taboo. But the sincerity of her plea is doubtful even to her, and she doesn't make the slightest effort to try and move away. Instead, her hips keep pushing back, meeting and matching each push of his hefty cock with her own frenzied little body. Malcolm's hand rises and immediately comes down hard to hit her ass cheek and silence her feeble complaints.
Not even the fear of getting knocked up is enough to stave Lily's need to feel that sweet release again, and it burns away everything else. She lets out a sharp squeal and then she feels him throb, and hears the quickening of his breath. He pulls his hips back, and sinks deep into her womb. Groaning into the leather seat, Lily feels his hands holding on painfully tight to her waist and the wide head of his prick hitting her cervix right before it shoots a thick jet of sperm within her. "Oh God..." she cries out in both pleasure and deep shame, climaxing on Mr. McDowell's dick for a second time as her vaginal canal is filled with a rich load of warm cum.
When both of their orgasms finally subside, she expects him to pull out, but he stays in her a little longer, breathing hard and throbbing still. "You're a good girl, Lily..." he sighs, resting his body on top of hers, and she thinks it's so silly that a throw-away compliment like that can make her feel so happy. "...Thank you, Mr. McDowell", she replies after a brief pause, and then she grunts softly when he starts to pull out. She can feel her juices and his cum seeping out of her battered little pussy as she gets up from the recliner.
When she turns to look at Malcolm he's just standing there with his beefy cock dangling between his hairy legs, dangerously coated with pussy juice and semen. Right then the full magnitude of what just happened finally lands on her. She's supposed to get her period in less than a week. He might have just put a baby in her. A baby that would be her boyfriend's half-brother. How could she--
Then Malcolm takes a step towards her, and she feels his wet cock brush against her leg as he puts one hand on the small of her back and the other on her cheek, and he caresses her with the tender authority of a Father, and says, "I've been with many women over my lifetime, too many to remember, but you, sweet girl, you're nothing short of a treasure. You're a precious jewel, and my son is so lucky to have you."
Just like that, Lily's panicked thoughts are put to a halt, and she's swooning in his arms again, strangely fascinated by the sweat rolling down his forehead and glistening on his neck.
"Now go back to my son's bed and rest. I will look for you tomorrow." He lets go of her, and she picks up her shirt and panties in a confused daze. She gets to the door, but the thought of walking through is absolutely terrifying. Leaving now will only make the crushing weight of her infidelity fall down on her swiftly. So she turns to look at Malcolm, now comfortable on his bed, opening the same book he was reading before she interrupted him, and she decides her misery can wait.
He smiles as she climbs into his bed, and welcomes her petite, naked body into his arms. "Can I stay?" she asks, resting her head on his breast. "What about my son?" the old man replies, his hand stroking lazily up and down the soft expanse of Lily's sweaty back and buttocks. She lifts herself on one elbow, and looks up at him, her fingers playing with the silver and black hairs on his chest. Her pink flushed face is so close to his and her mouth opens a little but makes no sound.
Then she finally says it: "I'm yours now."
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To Be Continued...
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