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What you are about to read is a work of fiction. Although the characters are based on actual people their names have been changed. This story contains the feelings and the fantasies that an old man has about his daughter-in-law. None of what is contained herein ever happened.
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Melissa
Chapter One
“Did you remember to bring your safety glasses?” I asked Melissa as we simultaneously climbed into my old pickup.
“Yes”, was her simple reply.
I hit the key and Red’s motor cranked into life. Who in the hell is Red, you ask yourself. I know you’ll get a chuckle out of this, but I have a personal relationship with my trucks. So they get a name. They are part of the family. There has been Rocky and Duke, but Red has a special spot in my heart. He and I have done a lot together and he holds some special memories. He is quite old and so therefore, his duties have been relegated to becoming the “ranch truck”. That cool spring morning, pulling out of the driveway, I had no idea about the summer Red and I was going to have.
Melissa and I are on our way to the ranch. It’s Saturday morning and Melissa and I have had a standing “date” for quite some time. My “ranch” is a beautiful 20 acre piece of land in south Texas that Amy, my wife, and I purchased a few years back. It was, and still is, vacant land and I have had countless hours of therapy clearing and watching the land transform into what was envisioned when the land was purchased.
Our “date” is her and I going out to the ranch and doing minor clearing and clean up of downed trees and the ever present prickly pear that seems to grow back overnight. Melissa is my daughter-in-law and she finds great pleasure in running a weed eater clearing out fence rows and, as she puts it, a near sexual experience after I let her use my chainsaw to cut down a few small saplings. We have a good time together working at the ranch and we both get added benefit from the physical exercise.
There is something about Melissa that I find very appealing. She will never be a “face” model, but she is beautiful. Her eyes will steel your heart, and her personality is very gregarious. She is open and fun loving and I enjoy her company immensely. She will never be a runway model, but she has what I think is a classic figure. Medium large breasts and an ass built for child bearing. She embodies all the things that the basic instincts in a man look for in a woman to bear his many children. And no skinny, anorexic specimen can do that. Melissa exudes a sensuality that is unmistakable. I find her sexy, very sexy.
Colt, my son, works for a company that has a lot of overseas work and he was recently sent out of the country for a year. So Amy, my wife, and I get the full benefit of playing with the grandbabies.
The drive from the house to the ranch takes us about an hour and on the way we stopped and got a couple of breakfast tacos and coffee. As always our conversation is invigorating as she is a very intelligent woman and the topics range from grandbabies to politics.
Once we arrive at the ranch, we hook ole Red to a small trailer I use to transport the brush from where we cut it down to either a burn pile or the compost area. Soon the silence is gone with the noise of weed eaters and chainsaws. Brush is cleared and moved and within minutes both of us are sweating profusely. I know, ladies don’t sweat, they glisten, but not if they are doing the type of work Melissa and I are into.
After a couple hours we took a short break and sat at the picnic table I have under one of the big trees. Most of the trees remaining on the place are oaks, but there is one nice elm tree in what will eventually be the backyard, once the house is built.
We finish taking our break and get back to the tasks we have lined out for the day and by noon, we are well into completing what we had set as our goal for the day when we had arrived that morning. We had packed some hot dogs and all the condiments and buns, so I set about starting a small fire in the fire pit and we enjoy a couple of open fire dogs for our lunch.
Because we had made such good progress in the morning we did not feel compelled to rush and get back to work, so we just set and chatted for a while, and as sometimes happens with Melissa and I when we are alone we started talking about sex.
Now the conversations we have about this subject are never held when we are around the rest of the family, but when we are by ourselves no subject is taboo. Needless to say, the subject had gotten me a little hornier than usual and here I was sitting across the picnic table from my daughter-in-law with a partial erection.
I finally said that we needed to get back to work and finish up before the afternoon sun made it any hotter than it already was. So we cleaned up our dinner trash and started back to chopping the hell out of some prickly pear and moving it to the compost pile. Soon we were both again sweating and as I glanced over at Melissa, I noticed she was not wearing suadiye escort a bra.
Now Melissa has some nice titties. She had breast fed both of her children, so her breasts were nice and full and even though two babies had sucked and pulled on them, they had not lost their shape. They were just “nicer”. The t-shirt she was wearing had become saturated with sweat and was clinging nicely to her titties. Her nipples were very evident as were the areolas around them. Needless to say I was taking a look quite often.
“Hey girl, what did you do with your titty holders”, I finally asked.
“I was getting to damned hot with it on, so I went over to the privy and took it off after we ate” she replied.
“Why, is there a problem”? She asked.
“Nope, not from where I’m looking” I replied. “Besides, those pert nipples sticking to your wet t-shirt are nice to look at”
“Well, I’m glad I can give you something to look at besides this damned prickly pear” she retorted as she tossed another pitch fork full onto the trailer.
“Looking is not all I want to do with them titties” I smarted off to her.
She laughed and we continued to load up the trailer with the last little bit of the cut up cactus. My eyes were continually checking out Melissa’s tits as we worked. Finally we jumped into Red and headed over to where I had some barrels arranged and prepped to hasten the composting of cactus and whatever else we threw into them.
We soon had the trailer cleared and into the barrels and we were in the process of putting the tops on the barrels. This activity brought us very close to each other and as we were working my elbow made contact with one of her breasts. We both froze. I turned my head toward Melissa and we made eye contact. She had yet to pull back and my arm was still touching her breast. My eyes asked the question and her eyes told me to go ahead, and I pulled a glove off and reached over and took one of her breasts into my grasp.
“Mmmmm” was the response from Melissa’s lips.
I leaned into her and without breaking eye contact my lips made contact with hers. The kiss was that of a gentle lovers kiss. The first kiss. You know the kind. Not hard or demanding, just soft and gentle. The kind of kiss that says, “I want you”. Her hands went around my neck and she pulled me gently into her, sending me the message that she wanted the kiss to last.
Our eyes closed and we were both lost in the wonderful feeling of our lips together and we both worked our lips, massaging the others lips gently but with the feeling of desire that accompanies such a kiss.
When at last we broke from the kiss, I realized that my hand was still cupping her luscious breast. Reaching up, I gently took her hand from around my neck and led her over to the back of Red. I reached up and pulled on the latch, dropping the tailgate. I turned and maneuvered her so that her ass was leaning against the edge of the tailgate. I moved closer to her, my hands went to her waist and as I leaned down and our lips met, her arms went around my neck.
As undemanding as the first kiss was, this kiss demanded more. Our lips were crushed together and then our lips parted, as if on cue, and our tongues began to do battle. My hands found the bottom of her t-shirt and as I lifted it and my fingers came in contact with bare skin Melissa gasped, sucking air from my mouth. With both of us breathing through our nose, we continued our kiss and my thought was that I wished this never to end.
My hands ascended under her t-shirt and I was soon rewarded with the feel of the bottom of her breasts against my fingers. As I rolled my hands to cup her breasts, my thumbs sought out the hard buttons that were her nipples. One of her hands left the back of my neck and it dropped down over my chest, past my stomach and stopped as it grasped my cock through my jeans.
I broke off from the kiss and took about a half a step back from her. Neither of us let our hands lose contact with each other. Mine hand holding the soft bare flesh of her breasts. Her hand in contact with a denim wrapped penis.
“Melissa”, I said as I looked into her eyes, “we stop now or we never stop and it’s your call.”
Her eyes searched mine for what seemed like hours. Whirring through her mind, as it was mine, was the thoughts of husbands, wives, children, grandchildren, sons, and mothers-in-law. The decision was made in milliseconds. Consequences be damned. Stories could be made up. Secrets could be kept. But the immediate desires of our passion would not be suppressed or denied.
“Don’t stop”, was all she said to me.
As I stepped forward my hands lifted her t-shirt over her head, exposing to my eyes for the first time the fullness of her breasts. Simultaneously her hands began unbuttoning my shirt. Our lips again sought out each others’ and a kiss containing the fire within each of us commenced. My hands found her breasts and began kneading them as a baker would gently knead dough. taksim escort As she completed unbuttoning my shirt, her hands began rubbing the sparse hair of my chest and together our thumbs found the nipples of the other.
I dropped one hand down and searched for the button of her jeans as my mouth left hers and descended, leaving a trail of kisses and licks until my mouth found the softness of her left breast and explored that luscious mound until my lips locked onto a rock hard nipple. I heard a moan escape Melissa’s lips and I knew that what I was doing was making her feel good. Her hands had stopped exploring my chest and went to the back of my head, pulling me tighter against her breast, mashing my face into the soft flesh surrounding her nipple and the salty taste and smell of the perspiration clinging to her body acted as an aphrodisiac.
I had, by now opened the front of her jeans and as one hand and my mouth caressed Melissa’s breasts, the other hand searched for the path to the opening of her sex. My hand roamed over her mound, my fingers searching for the outer lips to her pussy. As I slurped and massaged her breasts, Melissa continued to coo and moan, making me redouble my efforts to ensure what she was experiencing was pure ecstasy.
As my fingers found her pussy lips and began to play with the outer lips to her love nest, I stopped playing with her breast and began working her jeans and panties down over her hips. Down her legs I pushed her remaining clothing until I was stopped by her boots. Stopping all of my caressing and kissing, I knelt down in front of her and removed her boots and slipped her jeans and panties over her feet. I stood up and tossed her clothes into the bed of the truck. Then I took her in my arms and pulled her to me, her breasts crushing into my chest as our lips met once again.
We kissed passionately and I reached down with both hands cupping her ass and hoisted her into a sitting position on the tailgate. As we continued to kiss, I both caressed her full breasts and played with the entrance to her pussy, which by this time was soaking wet with her excitement.
I then began to kiss my way down her neck, slowly descending over her breasts, stopping to suck each nipple as I did so. As I left her breasts and licked my way down to her stomach, I reached up and gently pushed her back until she was lying down with her legs dangling off the tailgate.
Gently I took my hands and spread her thighs and as I did so was treated to the sight of the outer petals of her pussy lips opening. My mouth was drawn to her pussy like steel to a magnet, and as my lips contacted her pussy in a kiss, Melissa moaned “Oh Yes”.
Pussy eating is something I love to do and I think I am quite good at it. So I then set myself to the task (this was not work, I assure you) of making Melissa scream through a huge orgasm. I licked and sucked on her pussy like there was no tomorrow. Loving the taste of her and wanting to satisfy her and make her cum. Melissa tasted so wonderful and as I tongue fucked her I was rewarded with more of her nectar. Soon my face was soaked with her juices and she was pulling my head hard into her pussy in an effort to cum.
“Oh God yes, eat my pussy Pappy”, she moaned
I flattened my tongue and stroked it upward over her clit. This was what she needed. Her hands grabbed my hair and pulled me harder into her pussy as her legs clamped around my neck.
“I’m cumming”, she screamed.
And boy did she. Her hips bucked into my face as her head rolled form side to side. The grip she had on my head told me not to stop and I didn’t. I licked her with renewed energy. Wanting to make her orgasm last forever.
Finally Melissa began to come down from her personal mountaintop and as her breathing started to return to something that simulated normal, she propped herself up on her elbows. Our eyes met and I could see the look of satisfaction on her face.
“That was absolutely wonderful” she said with a smile.
I was still caressing the outer lips of her pussy with my tongue. Not intensely, but little teasing licks. She said, “Please stop, I am super sensitive right now”.
I smiled at her as I allowed my mouth to release the contact it had with her pussy and told her, “your pussy tastes so good and there is more where that came from, and with your permission, I’ll take you over the mountaintop again”.
“That would be nice”, she said, “but I want to reciprocate for the mind blowing orgasm you just gave me. One good oral deserves another.”
I chuckled. “Before you commit do that, I believe there is something I should tell you”, I responded.
“And what might that be, that you have a wart on the head of your dick?” she asked.
I laughed out loud at this and said. “Well, not quite, but I heard you say one time that you thought an uncircumcised penis was gross, and I just happen to own one. And I sure as hell can’t change it in the next few seconds.”
She was silent tuzla escort in thought, “Just think of it as your little friend in hiding and you can make him come out of his hiding place.” I said.
She laughed nervously, and after a few seconds she said “Let me see him”.
I stood up and pulled her close to me and we kissed. “Do you know how wonderful you tasted” I asked.
“Don’t change the subject” she said as she once more reached down and massaged my cock through my jeans. “Let me see him”.
“Go ahead and unwrap your present”, I told her.
She slid off the tailgate and began unbuckling my belt. Her hands deftly unbuttoned my jeans and as she began sliding the zipper down, I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed back and it became more passionate as she pulled my jeans and underwear out enough to reach inside my jeans.
While I had been concentrating on eating Melissa’s pussy, my cock had gone into the state of semi-hard, but as her hand touched me, my dick began to grow to its full size.
“Mmmmm”, we both moaned at the same time, her for one reason and me for another.
“You are so smooth” she said as she pulled my cock out into the summer air, exposing my shaved member and scrotum.
“That is because he gets a good lotion rub every morning after I shower,” I told her.
I watched her as she looked down at my now fully erect penis, the foreskin still covering about half of its purple head.
As she peeled the foreskin back fully exposing the head of my penis, “Well” I inquired.
“You are right, I can make him come out of his hiding place” she stated as she looked up at me and smiled, “and he doesn’t gross me out. Not even a little”.
“Maybe it’s because it’s attached to you” she added.
Melissa began to slowly stroke me as she again offered up her lips for a kiss. I pulled her closer to me and we went into battle again with our tongues as she began to stroke me in earnest.
“He is nice, good length, nice and fat, and I do like the way I can manipulate your foreskin back and forth over the head. For sure I do not feel about him the way I did the other uncut ones I have seen. And to prove I mean that, watch this”.
Melissa squatted down until she was eye level with my hard cock. She was looking at him very intently as she slowly stroked me, the clear liquid seeping from the tip of my penis adding lubrication and allowing her hand to slide easily over the taut skin of my erect member.
My eyes closed, my head went back and a moan escaped my lips. Damn, but her hand felt so good stroking me.
I opened my eyes and looked down to watch her as she did magical things with her hands.
She looked up at me and asked, “Pappy would you like me to suck your dick?”
“Melissa, I would love it if you would do that, but you’re in charge right now, so it’s your call” I responded.
Without breaking eye contact, her head began to move slowly forward, her tongue extending out of her mouth. One of her hands was gripping my shaft, with the other she reached up and held my ball sack.
The tip of her tongue made contact with the head of my penis, licking off the precum that had seeped out of the head of my cock and sending a tingling sensation throughout my entire body. I went weak in the knees and reached for her head, making sure I did not pull her head forward.
“Oh my God” I moaned, “that is such a wonderful feeling”. “Mmmm” was the response I got.
“I love how soft the skin of your cock is,” she said. “It feels nice against my lips.”
Now it has been quite a long time since my last blow job, and in my lifetime, I have had some awesome dick suckers on the end of my pole. But I am here to tell you that Melissa took cocksucking to a whole new level.
I am not “porn star” hung. I am about 7 inches in length, and have a good girth. Melissa went to work on my shaft with her lips, tongue and hands. She made me feel so damn good and when I thought it cannot get any better than this, she pulled back until just the head of my cock was in her mouth. She looked up at me. Gave my cock a gentle squeeze and without breaking eye contact, in one slow steady movement her head went forward and my cock slipped into her throat as her nose rubbed into the hair on my lower abdomen.
What kept me from blowing my load at that instant I’ll never know, but I didn’t’. Melissa continued to suck on me with such expertise. She sucked, licked, kissed and stroked my cock from all angles. And the way she would look at it from time to time made it seem if she was worshiping my manhood.
“Melissa”, I said, “I’m not going to last much longer baby”.
“Give it to me Pappy”, she said as she momentarily released my cock from her mouth. “I want it all”.
With that she went back to work sucking on my cock with renewed vigor. She was cupping my balls in one hand as the other gently stroked the length of me. Her lips were sucking me from my balls to the purple head as she would deep throat me.
I felt the familiar stirring deep in my balls and Melissa felt my cock take on that extra hardness just before a man comes. She placed her lips over just the head of my cock and sucked firmly on me. Her one hand had not left my balls and she began to gently massage them in earnest. Her other hand became a blur as she stroked me.
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