I’m All Yours

LAST OCTOBER

"That was a beautiful eulogy, David," Rachel says, approaching her son-in-law.

He gives her a sad smile. It's her favorite look of his. She doesn't know why she's always gone for guys with that wounded-puppy energy. Maybe it's just because she can care for them. Nurse them. Mother them. Her husband had that same look when she first met him. And she was putty in his hands.

"I meant every word of it," Dave says.

"You remind me of him," she says, rubbing his arms, thinking how good he looks in a suit. She doesn't feel bad for lusting after her son-in-law, even here, at her husband memorial service.

Reza, her husband, was twenty-one years older than her, and he had been ill for a long time. And he had always said that when he was gone, she should go find someone. "Someone like David," he said. Of course, he hadn't meant that she should pursue David himself, but ... well, here we are.

"That's the highest compliment you could give me, Mom," Dave says.

She pulls him in for a hug. And lets it linger.

She sees Kelly looking forlorn over by the snack table, and she breaks off their hug. She looks up at him. And she decides she going to go for it. She's going to seduce her son-in-law. Her daughter doesn't want him. And he's too good for her anyway.

It may not happen over the course of this long weekend. But it will happen.

"Will you help me with something tonight? I just need you to reach a few things that I can't get to."

"Of course," he says. "We can do it now, if you want."

"Tonight," she says, cupping his face in her warm hand, almost purring the word.

He watches her go make the rounds, greeting various friends and neighbors accepting their condolences, and he realizes he's blushing. He curses at himself for fantasizing about his mother-in-law. Especially here, at her husband's memorial service.

Rachel leaves one couple, saying, "Thank, you, I'm sure he is," and approaches Kelly. No one is talking to her, and she's barely holding it together.

No one spoke to her at the hospital last month, either, when she and her sisters rushed to the hospital to say their tearful farewell to their father. Well, their father did, but Marla and Rachel did not. Chrissy didn't speak to her, either--there was no time and she was feeling too awkward to do so--but at least she had held Kelly's hand.

Rachel sighs. She's severely disappointed with Kelly, of course, but this is her father's memorial service. It's time to put the past behind them and move on. Besides, she notices Jack holding court in the center of the room, surrounded by Chrissy, Marla, and several other women. Why isn't he having to pay any of the consequences that Kelly is paying?

She approaches her daughter and places a hand on her cheek. That's all it takes. Kelly bursts into tears and collapses into her mother's arms. She's crying about her father, of course, but Rachel knows she's crying out of shame most of all.

"There, there. I've got you. Come. Let's talk."

She ushers Kelly to Rachel's bedroom and makes her sit on the bed. She hands her a box of tissues and tells her to let it out.

"I just can't say no to him, Mom," she says after crying and saying how sorry and ashamed she is and how terrible she feels. "It's a sickness. I tried to leave him several times and he won me back every single time. I just can't think straight around him. My body craves him in a way that my mind refuses to ignore. Even now. The moment I saw him I lusted after him."

Rachel sighs. She, unfortunately knows all about this.

"I have to confess that I had a Jack in my life, too. Clint was his name. This was right before I met your father. Like you, Clint had me under his spell. I would do anything he wanted, and none of it was good for me."

"How did you escape him?"

"I moved to another state," she says with a laugh. "You, unfortunately don't have that luxury."

Rachel hadn't thought about Clint in decades. And she has to admit that even now, all these years later, just thinking about him makes blood rush to her groin. If she's being honest with herself, Rachel is pretty sure if it had been her and Clint in the car all those years ago, she would have done the same thing.

This makes her heart soften. She takes Kelly's hand.

"I know it's going to take some time for Marla to forgive you, but you need to work on forgiving yourself."

"But what am I going to do, Mom? If he comes to me, I'll crumble."

Rachel smiles and strokes her hair. She knows exactly what Kelly will do. She'll go back to Jack. She's a lost cause. Just like her other daughters.

"Do your best, baby," Rachel says.

She kisses Kelly's forehead.

And now, her resolve to seduce Dave is now all the more strengthened.

OK, Rachel realizes, as she reenters the living room, that she could have tried to give her daughter some better advice, though she's not sure what that would have been. But she knows she's not an uninterested third party. She wants Kelly's husband. It's be much better for her if Kelly left David so Rachel could have him to herself.

She feels like she should feel bad about conniving to steal her husband away from her daughter.

But she doesn't.

She smiles a delicious smile and rubs a sensual hand up the back of her neck thinking about how she's going to seduce Dave tonight when a familiar and unwelcome voice interrupts her thoughts.

"How are you, Grandma?"

Ice runs through her veins. She looks up to see Jack standing before her. He has his arms open. As if she's going to let him hug her. Touch her.

She sighs. When they last spoke, she told Jack he was not invited to the reunion next summer. Well, of course, things changed. His grandfather died. He deserves to be here for the memorial service.

But that doesn't mean she has to talk to him.

So she doesn't.

She just walks past.

Marla joins her son, having noticed the diss.

"Still won't talk to you, huh?"

"Well, I did try to fuck her."

Marla knows. He tried to fuck her right after her mother had shamed her and Chrissy for sleeping with Jack. At the time, Marla had indeed felt shame about her relationship with her son. But not now. She and Jack and Chrissy had an excellent relationship, and if her mother couldn't see it, then that was her fault.

In fact, Marla's resentment of her mother had grown since the accident. She had refused to talk to any of her daughters or her grandson and had been cold to her when she went to be with her dying father.

But it's not like Rachel was a saint. She had met Reza when she was just sixteen. He was her teacher. Her high school science teacher. Their affair had been quite the scandal, especially when Rachel got pregnant with Marla. So yeah, who was Rachel to be passing judgment on anyone?

Marla took Jack aside.

"Remember how you said you wouldn't pursue anyone unless I OK'd it?"

Jack looks at her askance.

"Well, I'm giving you the go-ahead to pursue one person in particular," she says, nodding at Rachel.

"Let me get this straight, Mom. You want me to fuck your mother?"

A deviant smile creeps across Marla's face.

"She's all high and mighty. I want her to know what she's missing. What it's like to be claimed by you. To crave you with every fiber of her being. Then maybe she'll be less judgy."

Hearing his mother talk like this made him want to take her upstairs and ravish her.

"Yeah, well, I hate to break it to you, but she hates me. As you can see, she won't even talk to me."

"She will. She'll break. Just like every other woman in this family." She looks around the room. "You could fuck any woman in this room if you wanted."

Just thinking that makes her hot. Her man is the ultimate alpha.

"I want to fuck you so bad right now," he murmurs in her ear.

She smiles. Her pussy juices start to brew. "I know you do. Unfortunately, we have a house filled with people. But tonight you can do whatever you want to me."

"I know I can." He turns to her and looks at her lips. "But I can't wait that long. Meet me at the outside shower in five."

He starts to walk past her but leans in for a final instruction. "Don't be late."

She closes her eyes. Her alpha has given her a command.

She best follow it.

She makes for a graceful exit, when her neighbors corner her to wish her their condolences. She's forced to engaged in a polite conversation, but the whole time she's thinking how late she's going to be for her tryst.

It makes her hot, just thinking what he might do as punishment.

"Excuse, I'm sorry. I have to attend to something."

Her neighbors say, Of course, and she slips out of the house.

She's so hot it's all she can do not to touch herself as she walks down the path to the shower. She just hopes there are no kids running around playing tag or something. But the kids are all inside playing pool and watching TV.

There's no one else around, and they're just far enough away from prying eyes and ears that no one will know what they're doing.

She opens the door to the shower. Her man is standing there looking at his phone.

"Five seconds late," is all he says.

She bites her lip.

She turns and locks the door.

She approaches him. She looks up at him through her lashes.

"What are you gonna do about it?"

He turns her around and hikes up her dress. She gasps at his sudden, confident movements.

He pulls down her panties and pantyhose.

He rubs her bare ass ... and spanks it.

She grunts and immediately starts bucking her hips. Her chest starts heaving.

"Yeah. Yeah, baby. I fucked up. Punish me."

He rubs her ass again. Her smooth, smooth ass that now has a light pink mark on it.

Fuck. He is rock hard. Instantly rock hard. Oh, this is a nice evolution of their relationship.

He smacks her ass again and she grunts another "Yes!"

He'd do it again, but he's too ready. Too desirous. Too hot.

He unbuckles his belt and pulls down his pants.

He presses his cock up against her deliciously wet pussy lips.

"You want me to fuck your mother?"

"Yes!" she hisses.

"Want me to show her who's the boss?"

"Yes!"

"That'll make you feel extra sexy, won't it? Knowing I can fuck whoever I want. Even your mom."

"Yes!"

"Beg me."

"Please, Jack."

"Master."

She gasps. Oh my god, she loves that. He's her master. "Master. Please master. Please fuck my mother. Make her beg for your cock!"

He slides in. Easily. Oh, she's so wet, it's an easy single-motion thrust to get all the way in.

She sighs a loud "Ahhhh" as his cock penetrates her to the hilt.

He starts thrusting. He grabs her shoulders and pulls her into him with each thrust so his hips smash into her pink ass.

He's not normally into rough sex, but he loves how much his mom gets off on being dominated like this. Just thinking about it makes his cock tighten even more.

He grabs her hair.

"Ohmygod!" she squeals, tilting her head back and exposing her beautiful neck. "Yeah, Jack! Master! Punish me!"

Jesus Christ, he thinks. And he loses it. Shoots his load inside her. He curses. He hates cumming before his women. But he need not worry for long. Feeling his body jerk and his seed fill her up, Marla explodes with a loud curse and a squeal.

Jack pushes her torso down and grabs her hips, giving her a last few thrusts to finish them up and to make her realize she's trapped.

When finished, her grabs her hair again and gently pulls her up to him. She smiles, drunkenly giggling as she looks over her shoulder up at him.

"I like when you punish me."

"I can tell."

She bites her lip and gives him a naughty schoolgirl look. She starts grinding into him.

"I'm thinking about disobeying you again."

She grinds harder as she feels his cock grow again.

"Oh yeah, I'm gonna be so bad, Master. So bad."

He slides a hand up to her neck and holds it--just tight enough that she can feel his dominance but not so tightly that she can't breathe.

"You better not," Jack says with a smile.

"I am. I'm gonna be sooo naughty."

Her affected vocal fry really turns him on, making his cock tighten once again, and he starts grunting and thrusting into her.

"Yeah! Teach me a lesson with your cock!"

"Fuck!" he says, once again cumming. Damnit. She got him again.

But no worries. His mom jumps off his dick and drops to her knees. She plunges his cock into her mouth and sucks and sucks and sucks, draining her master dry. She pushes his cock to the back of her throat, and relaxes, depressing her tongue the way Chrissy told her to ... and sure enough, she can get him partway down her throat.

She's about to choke, so she pulls him out, but she has a big smile on her face. She sends a hand down to her pussy, slides three fingers inside, and starts grinding into it. Soon, she's squealing again, delivering a tight little orgasm that shoots through her.

She tilts her head back in ecstasy and Jack takes her open mouth as an invitation. He slips his semi-hard cock inside, and she cums even harder--especially when he pushes down her throat.

His cock once again thickens. He grabs his mother's head and gently pulls her towards him.

"Take it," he whispers. "That's it. Take it all the way, Mom. Yeah, just like that."

Eyes bulging, she starts rubbing herself again, and within a few seconds they're both cumming for a third time. Jack, sending the last ounces of his seed straight down her throat.

"Swallow."

She does, milking every last bit of jizz out of him.

He pulls out. She looks up at him, absolutely cum-drunk, a bit of jizz dribbling down her lip.

He reaches down and scoops it up with his thumb. He slides it inside her mouth.

"Drink up, Mom. Don't let any go to waste."

She sucks his thumb, licking every last bit of jizz off it. She keeps going, feeling herself getting ready for orgasm number four.

Rachel, dressed in an elegant silk robe, makes her way through the living room. It's late, and aside from her immediate family, only a few guests remain. She finds David sitting at the dining room table. He and several guests are laughing, drinking, recalling fond stories about Reza.

She places hands on Dave's shoulder.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I was hoping to borrow David for a moment."

"Oh, yeah, of course, Mom, I totally forgot." He nods to the others. "Excuse me." He drains his beer and follows Rachel out of the room.

He can't take his eyes of her ass in that robe. Fucking hell. He hopes Kelly still looks that hot at fifty-two.

Thinking about Kelly bums him out a tiny bit. She's been so distant since the accident he wonders where his marriage is heading. But oh well, he can worry about that another day. Right now he gets to follow the silky, sexy, swaying ass of his mother-in-law.

They enter her bedroom and she closes the door. Something about how graceful her hands are as she pushes the door closed and smiles at him fills him with desire.

Don't be an idiot, Dave. Obviously your mother-in-law isn't here to seduce you.

"I just need you to get a box of photos for me. I thought the family would like to see pictures of Reza when he was young. It's up there," she says, pointing to the top of a tall cabinet. It's way too high for him to reach.

"I've got a step ladder," she says, pointing to the corner.

"Ah, perfect. No worries."

He grabs the ladder, opens it, and climbs up.

"Careful," she says. She stands next to him and braces his legs.

He swallows.

OK, Dave. Get your head out of the gutter. Besides, even if she was trying to fuck you, you'd never cheat on Kelly. Especially not with her mom. Her amazingly sexy, regal, super-hot mom, whose mouth is inches away from...

"Got it," he says. He realizes how dry his mouth it.

She steadies him as he climbs down.

"Where do you want it?"

"On the bed. Please."

She sits next to it. She pats the mattress next to her.

He sits. He can see a naked leg peeking out from her robe.

She pulls out a photo album and blows the dust off. She places it on her lap and opens it.

"This was how he looked when we first met."

"What a handsome guy! Wait, is that you?"

She laughs. "Yes. I was a cheerleader, if you can believe it."

Dave had no idea about Rachel's scandalous past. But he can feel himself getting hot looking at all these photos of his young mother-in-law. Especially one where she's holding baby Marla. In the photo, Rachel's wearing a tight aqua-blue dress that perfectly complements her golden honey skin tone.

"Damn, Mom. You were quite the dish."

She smiles. Her plan is working. She pulls the photo from the book and examines it.

"I used to be very beautiful." She places a hand on his lap. "It got me into a lot of trouble, let me tell you. But that was a long time ago."

He blushes. "You're still very beautiful."

She pats his knee and puts the photo away. "You are very kind."

She rises and brushes off her robe.

When Dave stands she turns to face him.

"Thank you, David."

She once again rubs his arms while gazing up at him.

"I wonder if I can ask you one more favor. It's a little ... unorthodox, and please don't hesitate to say no if it makes you feel the least bit uncomfortable."

Dave's mouth once again goes dry, especially as her fingers slow in their gentle massaging of his biceps. She steps in close.

"You've been such a wonderful son to me. You're always there when I need you. You're strong and steady. Frankly, you're the only one in this family whose judgment I feel I can truly trust. But right now I don't need a son."

Dave is staring into her dark eyes so intently, wondering just where this conversation is heading, that he doesn't see Rachel reach down and untie her robe, or her robe part slightly as she steps in even closer.

She runs her hands up his chest until her arms drape around his neck.

"I've been lonely, David. Very lonely. Although Reza was my wonderful husband right up until the end, he hadn't been well enough to be my ... lover ... for a very, very long time."

She plays with his hair and stares at his lips.

Holy shit, Dave thinks. This can't be happening. But he can feel his cock starting to stir. Fuck, he thinks. Please, Mom, don't step any closer or you'll my hardon.

She reaches down and takes his hands in hers, rubbing her thumbs over the top.

"But I can't bear it any longer, David. I need someone to help me. To bring me relief. Even just for one night. Can you do this for me? Please, David. I know it's scandalous for me to even ask this, but I've thought about you before, and I want it to be you. I want you to stop being my son, just for tonight, and be my lover. Can you do this for me?"

She guides his hands inside her robe and presses them against her hips. Her soft, flesh beckons to him. She runs her hands up his forearms and pulls him in further, sending his hands sliding past her hips and onto her perfect, naked, soft, smooth ass.

He gasps, mouth agape, staring down. He can see her tits peeking through the robe. She pulls him in some more and his hands cup her butt cheeks as if they have a mind of their own. He runs his hands up and down her smooth, soft skin as she pulls him in for a slow, sultry kiss.

She sinks her tongue inside his mouth where it roams around and invites his tongue to join hers. Her mouth seems to suck him deeper and deeper inside. She presses her whole body into his, and she groans as she feels his rock hard dick press against her stomach.

Oh yeah, she thinks. It's on. She honestly didn't think it would be this easy. He's too good of a guy. But she forgot what a sultry little minx she can be.

Their tongues press against each other as his hands grope and grasp as her ass. He pulls her in even more tightly. Oh, fuck, she feels so good under his fingertips. Her ass moves as she starts to buck her hips into him and he can feel her butt muscles clench under her soft, soft skin. God, he wants to run his hands over her ass all night long.