He shrugged absentmindedly to shake off those wicked thoughts as he moved forward. He had already eaten dinner out, informed his son, and told him not to worry about when he would return. Using his duplicate key, he unlocked the main gate and pushed the door open a crack, taking his time so as not to make any noise.
He walked into the hallway and then toward the corridor. He noticed a female already sitting there on a sofa…. most probably she was slumbering. He already knew who it was; his widow Beyan ( Son’s Mother-in-law ) Satyaboti. Instantly his cock stirred in his trousers remembering the musky scent of her pussy in her lace panties.
Yes, for the last few days, he’d masterbated constantly while sniffing her dirty stained panties.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, he made his way toward his room. As he passed his son’s room, he heard a woman’s moan. He stopped next to the doorway and could see light slipping through the gap between the doors. Before peering inside, he looked back and saw his beyan was nodding off.
Being confirmed, she won’t be able to see his peering, he once again looked inside his son’s room. He could see his son’s bare butt, rising and falling on his daughter-in-law, her legs wrapped around him, the covers bunched up at the foot of the bed…. keeping him from seeing his dick go in and out.
Yes, his son & daughter-in-law were fucking, and he could see most of it, even with their doors half-closed. His cock started reacting immediately.
“Fuck me, dear; harder,” he heard his daughter-in-law moan…. very, very clearly.
Now, sure, he had heard them making love before; it was not as though their bedroom was hundreds of feet away, but the sound had always been heavily muffled by their door. Today, however, he could swear they were friskier and louder. He could clearly hear the rhythmic, unmistakable sounds of his son and daughter-in-law together, over and over again.
His dick reached full hardness with that thought. He was almost rooted to the spot, shifting on his feet only enough to change his viewing angle a little, to see more of them through that gap. There! He could see his daughter-in-law’s breasts smash under his son’s chest. Gawd, he never imagined that’s what they would look like lying down.
She had C-cup breasts, he could see they were much firmer than he expected, only sagging to the side a little bit. He could make out her engorged nipple, in the center of a wide areola. He saw his son clamp his hand over it, to squeeze the nipple between thumb and forefinger, and he felt pre-cum ooze from his own dick’s head. This beat any porn he’d ever seen.
He saw his son raise his head a little to suckle on that same nipple, when, suddenly, there was a hand clamped over his mouth from behind, another arm in front of his abdomen. He looked back…. oh God, the person was none but his Beyan Satyaboti. He could have fought her off, but decided to cooperate with her moves.
“Beyan, I… I can explain…” He started to whisper, turning to face her.
