Holidays with the McDowells

 Holidays with the McDowells

Chapter 1
by Noopster.
(Big thanks to my buddy Tan for coming up with the original concept)



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It's December, 2019, and Lily Collins is super excited to be spending the Holidays with her boyfriend, Charlie McDowell, and his family, for the first time. They have only been dating for about 6 months, but things are going so great that she can already see herself marrying him and becoming a permanent member of the McDowell family. She has spent time with her future Father-in-law, the renowned actor Malcolm McDowell, on a couple of occasions, like when they visited him in London in the fall and toured the city as if the three of them had not been there countless times. Being an actress herself, Lily has great admiration for Mr. McDowell and his impressive body of work, but what she finds even more enthralling than that is his wisdom and charisma, and the absolute class with which he talks and conducts himself in every situation. As she watches Father and son share a laugh over a childhood story she's already heard at least twice, the cute brunette smiles to herself and takes a moment to contemplate how incredibly happy she feels being there at Mr. McDowell's house in the English countryside, warm and cozy near the fireplace with a belly full of delicious food and a glass full of expensive wine in her hand.



Her mom made the trip to England with her, and she seems to be getting along fantastically with Mary, Charlie's mother. The two of them have been making each other laugh all day and she wonders where they get the stamina to talk like that for hours on end without showing any signs of slowing down.

Charlie announces he is going to bed, he did not get any sleep on the plane and the long flight took its toll on him. "I'll stay a little longer," Lily says to him as he kisses her cheek. "Don't take too long, babe, you know I can't sleep without you," he says as he walks away. They both know he'll be out cold the moment his head touches a pillow.

Lily and her mother enjoy hearing the seemingly endless number of stories of Charlie's childhood that the McDowell's evidently love to tell, and his departure means that his parents are now free to tell the ones that are even more adorable and embarrassing. loses track of time. Even though they divorced a couple of decades ago, and both of them have married different people since then, Charlie's parents seem to come together when they talk about their precious son. Lily finishes her third glass of wine and wonders if it will be awkward when Kelley, Mr. McDowell's third wife, arrives tomorrow to spend Christmas under the same roof as Mary. She's never met Kelley and only knows her from pictures. The fact that she's almost 25 years younger than Charlie's Father has always struck her as a little bit creepy, not that she would ever say that in front of her boyfriend, or anyone for that matter. And yet, now that she has spent more time with him, Lily is starting to understand why a man like Mr. McDowell might have struggled to stay faithful to one woman.

'No surprise there,' the actress thinks while Malcolm gets up to say goodnight before retiring to his quarters. He's an old man now, but you would never know he's getting so close to 80 years on this earth after seeing him move with such grace and precision. Charlie has told her stories about what a ladies man his Father was, and it's not difficult to see why. It's in the way he moves and talks, like he's seen and done everything there is to see and do; and it's in the stories he tells, and the captivating way in which he tells them. He's lived a long and admirable life, and been successful for over five decades. He's worked with Kubrick and Altman, he's friends with Mick Jagger and Paul McCartney, and has met and talked to the Queen more times than he can actually remember. 'There's no way around it, the man is a legend,' the voice in Lily's head says, and her spot near the fireplace seems a bit too warm now. 'What woman wouldn't--'

"Sleep well, Mr. McDowell," she says as he bends down to kiss her cheek. "I seem to recall asking you to call me Malcolm," he replies.

"...Right, sorry!"

"Oh ignore him, dear," Mary chimes in loudly, while pouring herself yet another drink, "he thinks that if you call him that it'll make him feel younger, as if that's gonna change the fact that he doubles your age, or make him any less decrepit!"

The legendary actor rolls his eyes at his cackling ex-wife, and gives Lily and her mother a self-conscious half-smile before he heads for the hallway.

The night keeps on going with the two older women bonding over stories of her famous ex-husbands, some are tragic and some are hilarious, but Lily is barely paying attention anyway. She's still deep in her thoughts about her future Father-in-law when the antique clock on top of the fireplace hits 12. Realizing how tired she is, she laughs to herself and pushes those uncomfortable thoughts away, realizing she's lost track of time.



"Are you okay, honey?", her mom asks, noticing how Lily keeps rubbing her eyes and pulling at the collar of her turtleneck sweater.

"Uh, yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I think I just had a little bit too much wine so... I'm gonna call it a night."

"Of course, dear," Charlie's mother says, "I can imagine it has been a long day for you. Go get some rest and let these old hens stay awake a little bit longer."

Lily almost drops the wine glass when she sets it down on the side table, and the chatter of two older women becomes more quiet and vague as she staggers down the long corridor that leads to her and Charlie's bedroom. Right then, it strikes her just how big the house really is, and how all the doors look exactly the same. Unsure of which one she is supposed to enter, she continues making her way down the hall, keeping a hand on the wall for support. She's very tired and sore from the flight, and all she wants to do is sleep, but when she tries the nearest door what she finds is a utility closet. She tries another door and it turns out to be a musky room full of dusty boxes. The thought of going back to the living room to ask for directions comes into her mind, but she quickly discards it, laughing at the ridiculousness of her situation. She reaches another door and lets out a long, disappointed sigh; still nothing. 'I should've paid more attention when we first got here' she says to herself. She keeps walking and turning knobs, until she's not really sure if the house is really that big or if she's just that drunk.

Finally, she reaches the last door at the end of the hallway. The room is completely dark, but she can hear Charlie breathing inside. "Fucking finally!" she says, and her hand quickly rises to silence her own mouth. She listens attentively for a change in Charlie's respiration, hoping she didn't wake him up. 'Good, he's still asleep.' The poor thing was so tired, the last thing she wants to do is to disturb him with her drunken carelessness. Lily turns the knob carefully and closes the door behind her as silently as possible. The curtains are drawn and it's so dark in there that she can't even see the silhouette of her own hand floating inches away from her face; there's just no way to find her pajamas without waking up her dear boyfriend. And so, making her peace with the shapeless blackness, she starts getting rid of her clothes. The sweater comes off first and lands somewhere she will only know once the sun starts to come up. Then she discards her shoes, and almost falls as she slips out of her jeans. Her svelte figure moves forward slowly and carefully in the pitch black night, one arm extended before her as she follows the sound of Charlie's breath. Her right knee makes contact with something silky and soft. She crouches to confirm she's reached the bed and lets out another sigh, happy to have finally reached her destination. The bra that has been making her shoulders itch all day flies off and a pair of tight cotton panties are the last thing that hits the floor before she climbs onto the bed and lays her head down to rest.

Her body feels heavy from fatigue and the mattress welcomes her with its soft embrace. She can already feel herself slipping out of consciousness when his breath stops for a moment. He's noticed her presence now and she smiles in the darkness when he rolls over to wrap an arm around her. His hand is warm from being under the covers, and Lily intertwines her fingers with his. There's another hitch in his breath and she feels his hand patting her flat stomach, like he's making sure that this is not a dream, that she's really there. The little taps on her belly button make her giggle, and the hand stops moving for a couple of seconds, before it slowly starts going up her body. She can't help but quiver under those fingers that caress her smooth skin and then carefully wrap around her left breast. The pressure they apply on the small mound of flesh is so pleasing, so enticing, that it stops her breathing and the weakest of moans comes out of her lips.

Now Lily is not feeling so sleepy anymore, and she giggles again as he squeezes the other tiny breast. "Yes, I am naked in your bed..." she whispers, feeling his warm breath coming closer and his hand going down under the covers. She has a pretty good idea of where it is heading to, and every inch of skin his fingertips caress on their way there gets covered in goosebumps. At this point she's used to Charlie saying something sweet, telling her how beautiful she is or how much he loves her, but tonight he's completely silent as the hand finally reaches her wet opening. Lily gasps, then whimpers, biting her lip as two fingers slip inside with ease. She turns on her side to face him and reaches to pull his shorts down, springing his dick free. His cock is only semi-hard, "Poor thing, he must be so tired," she thinks while she begins to stroke it with love and care. The lack of any visual input seems to heighten the rest of her senses and now she can clearly hear his fingers slide between her wet lips, and feel her juices start to wet his hand as well as the sheets.

"What's the matter, not happy to see me...?" she jokes, giggling in the dark while she works the throbbing meat that is now engorging between her fingers. "Let's be quiet, okay? I don't want your family knowing we're doing this," she whispers, still stroking that cock that somehow feels bigger tonight. Suddenly his hand is on her lower back and he's pulling her in, bringing her nice and close. He grabs her left thigh and lifts it to get right in between her legs, and then there it is, the hard head pressed against her entrance, like it's waiting for permission. "Do it," she says softly, rolling her hips forward to meet his first push with one of her own. She moans with satisfaction when the length of him starts to fill her up, "Oh yes... been waiting for this since I got off the plane... I don't know how we waited so long... fuck me, fuck me good..."

A short but manly grunt resonates in the quietness of the room. 'He's usually not this quiet in bed', she thinks, kissing his hairy chest while he slowly fucks her nice and heavy and deep. 'Though I suppose there's nothing usual about having sex in his Father's house..."

The room feels too warm now and she pulls the covers off and lets them fall on the floor. "Yeah... yeah... just like that... nice and slow..." She groans as the prick slides out and the old bed creaks under them as he gets on top. Lily's heart beats quickly in her chest while his cock brushes against her swollen labia, and she keeps her legs out of the way, opening herself nice and wide for him. Soon she gets too impatient and grabs the throbbing cock, rubbing the head on her clit a couple of times before guiding it back in. His hips heave forwards and she takes the brunt of his first thrust with a long and heavy sigh. "Oh my God... you're so deep... I've never felt you... like this..." she groans as his manhood pounds her tight little cunt. "Don't stop, please don't stop..." He gives her everything she craves, pushing himself as deep as he can into her tiny, wet hole, before the slow and careful thrusts start to turn into fast and sloppy lunges. She reaches down to rub her clit and soon she's moaning in his ear, "Oh God... Oh God... just like that, don't stop." Her nails dig into the small of his back, encouraging him to keep pounding her exactly like that, and she raises her head to kiss him. Something about it feels odd, but pleasure keeps building up inside as he slides his tongue into her mouth, caressing her tongue with his. The kiss breaks and his hands run down to her waist, pulling her closer to him. Her head falls off the pillow and she can feel his strong hands holding her hips up as his thrusts turn hard and raw, shoving his cock into her like the world is about to end. "I love what you're doing to me," she laughs, realizing he's fucking and touching her like he hasn't done in months. "Yes... Oh God, yes..." she whispers as the fire inside of her grows. Her hands clutch the sheets with desperation and her whole body starts to shake with every stroke. There is a moment of vertigo, and a delicious ache between her thighs. Lily's back arches up from the bed. Just when things are reaching a fever pitch he pulls back too far and his dick pops out, eliciting a loud gasp from the petite actress.

Lily's hand looks for him in the dark, but he has other ideas. He surprises her and rolls her on her side, cuddling close behind her. "Mmmnn..." she moans, understanding what he wants, and lifts a leg to let him come on in. He spoons her until his dick pokes between her sopping cunt lips and she whimpers as he starts pumping his hips in a sensual rhythm, while reaching forward to wrap his arm around her neck and pull her close. Her head turns to meet his lips and he kisses her deeply, his tongue moving inside her mouth in curious but delectable ways it's never done before.

"I can't believe we're doing this here..." she pants as he fills her cunt from behind over and over again, "But I love it, I love you fucking me like this..."

His hand travels down her neck and then it can't stop caressing and kneading and exploring every inch of her body. Lily does her best to stay quiet, holding back the moans as he pounds her with speed and fury, working her into a sexual frenzy. "I'm close, I'm so close..." she starts to whimper as the muscles in her stomach and back suddenly tighten, "Cum inside of me... I wanna know what it feels like, I wanna feel all of it..."

Their lips meet again and the messy kiss is broken by her more than conspicuous moans as her body begins to quiver and shake in his arms. "Ahhh..." she cries out, her vagina clenching around his prick. Now he's groaning too and breathing hot, wet air on her neck as Lily's petite, toned body jolts and wriggles against his. "Dont'stop, don't stop, don't sto--oahp!" she cries softly before her mouth opens in shock and pleasure floods through her. With a few last thrusts, he pulls her firmly against him and holds her tightly, forcing his cock balls-deep into her before the hot semen starts spilling inside her welcoming cunt. Lily moans and relishes every pulsation that is followed by another short spurt of cum, grinding herself on him to try and squeeze every last drop as both of their climaxes slowly subside. She's still shuddering and whimpering as the warm seed swims around her insides, and he slowly pulls back, panting, and rolls away. Lily is panting too, and the sweat cooling on her skin sends shivers through her. "That was... lovely," she sighs, breathing raggedly as she searches for his invisible hand, "I just hope no one heard us."

"I doubt anyone did."

The strange, yet familiar voice petrifies her with fear. Did she just hear...? No, it can't be.

"Uh... Charlie?" she struggles to ask, terrified of the answer she suspects is coming.

"Come on now, Lily, there's no need to pretend."

She feels his hands coming for her again and there is the sound of small pictures frames falling off the nightstand as she reaches for what she can only hope is a lamp. Any remaining doubts are instantly dissipated when she turns it on and every shape in the room becomes painfully visible. Suddenly it's not her boyfriend but his legendary father lying there on his side, grinning at her with gray hairs all over his chest and balls, and his flaccid cock glistening with pussy juice, resting on the wet spot borne out of their love-making. "Mr. McDowell, I--" Lily's hands spring to cover her nudity. She is still trying to figure out if this is all just a dream when he tries to touch her again. "No! I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't-- I thought that-- " She recoils and sits on the edge of the bed, back turned to him, arms crossed across her flat chest while she desperately looks around for her clothes.

"Oh come on now, dear, you can stay a little longer." He joins her on the left side of the bed, "You know my son is a heavy sleeper, he won't come looking for you until well past sunrise."

The word "son" sends a jolt of guilt through her, at first it was just the shock of confusion, but now it is dawning on her that she just inadvertently cheated on her boyfriend, and with his own Father nonetheless.

Malcolm is stroking her hair, he gets close and tries to give her a kiss. "This was a mistake," she says, pulling away, shaking. She locates her pants, bundled up at the feet of the bed, and her bra all the way across the room, right by the door, 'How did it get all the way over there?' she wonders.

"Ah, that's a shame," he says before standing up. He slowly, patiently, walks naked around the room, picking up Lily's discarded garments for her. He gathers them all and she feels sick and woozy as he walks back to her, yet she can't help but notice how good he looks for a man of his age.

"What's the matter?" he asks, waiting for her to take the bundle of clothes from his hands. Lily looks down, unable to face him or what they just did, "I-- I didn't-- I thought this was Charlie's room-- I would never..."

He sighs and caresses her cheek, a comforting gesture that strangely reminds her of her own father. She tries to say something else, but her eyes wonder to the cock dangling right before her, still slick with her juices, saturated with the smell of her sex. Seeing it up close now there's no doubt, it's bigger than Charlie's.

"You are so beautiful, Lily, it makes me very happy to know that you two found each other," Malcolm says, pushing his hips forward slightly, "And now that I know what a passionate lover you are, I realize how truly lucky he is to have you."

She wills herself to look away, knowing that it's too late and he's already noticed her fascination with the penis that was just inside of her. Finally, she takes her clothes back and starts putting them on under his watchful eye. When she pulls her skinny jeans up she shudders and shame washes over her as her future Father-in-law's semen starts flowing out and running down her thighs.

"I-- I have to go," she says, her voice breaking as she leaves.

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To Be Continued...