Date: Wed, 16 Apr 2008 15:19:19 EDT
From: DePeriF@aol.com
Subject: "My Father-In-Law's TLC Revisited"

This is a total work of fiction.

In my first story involving my father-in-law, Ernest, I gave him a surprise
enjoyable blow-job.  To bring readers up to date, if they haven't read
"Giving My Father-In-Law TLC," the following refresher of that brief story
is offered, in its entirety as Chapter-I, with the continuance of my
relations with Ernest as Chapter-II.

				 CHAPTER-I

About 12 years ago my wife's side of the family held a summer family
reunion in Kentucky. I was then 56 years old, and my wife was 53. At the
reunion my wife's father, Ernest, was present. He was then 83 years
old. Ernest was about 5'10" tall, 145 lbs...very thin, white thinning hair,
but perfectly sharp of mind, and as I was soon to find out, possessing a
very strong libido.

Ernest's health wasn't at it's best. He had some ailments that were making
the going tougher than it had been up to now. He'd been married 3 times,
twice after he lost my wife's mother back in 1978. He soon remarried, but
that marriage quickly failed due, he told me, to "that woman being cold and
frigid." His third wife had recently taken ill and had gone to live with a
daughter and her family in another state. So Ernest was, as I had
suspected, very horny...always horny, and "in need of comfort," as he once
put it to his third wife when she announced that she was going to bed.

At some point during the festivities of the reunion...eating, drinking,
playing games, etc., my father-in-law had an attack of some kind in his
legs. He was in some pain and unable to walk very well. Gout was suspected,
then shingles, etc. A nephew drove him to the local hospital and he was
promptly admitted for observation and examination.

My wife and I visited him on the second day of his hospital stay, and
during our visit he announced that he needed to use the restroom. Because
he could not walk unassisted, and because there was no nurse present, I
volunteered helping him go into the hospital room bathroom, and I also went
inside the room with him to assist him on the toilet. He said he had to
pee. But he also told me that he had alot of difficulty peeing the past
year. His pee sort of trickled instead of streaming out. He was wearing a
hospital gown...easily opened to allow toilet activity. I held him and
gently sat him on the commode, and he then revealed the nicest cut, 6+ inch
cock I'd ever seen on any man. He was erect as a man about to penetrate the
most beautiful, mouth, ass or pussy could be....and he was 83!

No wonder he couldn't pee. He was too hard to pee! I was both astonished
and surprisingly aroused by my father-in-law's manhood protruding proudly
from beneath his hospital gown. My mouth began to water at the sight of
this old man's penis. He then began to shake it and milk it up and down. He
said "I have to do this to pass water." A dribble of urine was visible, but
he was hardly peeing. I said "Ernest, you can't pee with it so hard. It's
too erect. You have to make it go soft." He said nothing, but kept futiley
working it.

After about 1 minute I could no longer stand it. I said "Ernest, let me
help you out." I then pushed his hand aside, took hold of his organ and
began to manipulate it...stroke it up and down. Ernest was totally taken
aback by my actions.  He stammered, "wha..what are you doing? Good God,
Frank."  He lifted his hands and placed them on his thighs and let me do to
with him as I pleased. His eyes then half closed and his body seemed to
submit itself to my touch. I felt such sexual arousal for this old man. I
wanted to please him, to thrill him sexually. I wanted to make him cum.

"Do you like this, Ernest?" When I'm done you're going to be able to pee
just fine," I told him.  He opened his eyes, made eye contact with me, and
he said "yes, oh yes, yes. That feels so good.  It's just what needs to be
done...just what I need. Thank you, thank you, Frank."

My caresses and stroking of his cock made him grow hugh! He was now oozing
pre-cum. This was so hot!  I could no longer resist. I bent down and knelt
between his thighs. I then lowered my face to his legs and began to kiss
his boney old man shins, knees, and his hairy thighs. My kisses were wet
and very passionate. I was totally surprised by the lust I was feeling for
my father-in-law. I was licking his lower body! I was loving making love to
his body. I was lusting after him

Finally I got to his crotch. I began a frenzy of licking and kissing his
genital area. He was now breathing hard and raggedly. He said "Frank, my
God, Frank. What's happening? What are you doing to me?" I looked up at him
and said "I'm loving you, Ernest. I love you. I want to make you feel
good. I want to comfort you," and I continued to minister to his manhood.

I next began to lick the slit of his penis. It was wet and oozing copius
amounts of preseminal fluid. I tasted it. I sipped it. I sucked it out of
his cock! I loved it. It was warm and had a silky slippery texture to it. I
swallowed it down. I was making this old man a part of me. Wow, the
intimacy of it all! I continued, but next I inserted his penis into my
mouth. It was so wonderful...throbbing, silky hard, wet, alive in my
mouth...my father-in-laws cock! He began to squirm on the toilet seat, and
his legs were moving erratically. I massaged and caressed them, and I then
began to suck hard on his penis while I bobbed my head up and down. With
one free hand I worked his testicles with loving massage. I was totally
into pleasuring this wonderful old man.

After about 3 or 4 minutes had gone by, Ernest was totally under my
control. He was mine to lead to exquisite pleasure...to orgasm and
ejaculation. I then realized that's what I wanted...no, that's what I
needed. I needed my father in law to cum in my mouth. I wanted to swallow
this old man's seed. I was craving his semen...his sperm....the sperm that
had made my wife some 53 years ago.  I began to get rougher with his lower
body. I hugged and squeezed his legs and thighs as I worked his cock with
my mouth. But Ernest was in another world. His eyes were tightly shut. His
breathing was loud, deep, noisy. His face was flushed. He was grunting and
moaning all at the same time. He was nearing his climax.

Then it began to happen. I felt his legs and lower body tense up. His skin
got tight and started to raise goosebumps. He began to tremble, just as the
head of his cock got ever so large. He then let out a yell, "Frank, Frank,
ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, God, my God, aaaahhhhhh, aaaarrrggghhhh, aaaahhhhhh," as
he spurted gobs of thick, sticky, hot, seminal fluid. It sprayed my tongue,
my teeth, my palate, my lips, my throat...everywhere in my mouth. It was
the most thrilling sexual experience of my life to that point! I felt such
a love for this old man. I was drinking his semen, and I loved it! I loved
him, too. I squeezed his pulsing cock and milked every drop from his cock
and testicles. He was giving it all up to me. There must have been 8+
spurts...maybe some weeks of congestion...saved up cum.  I was the lucky
one to receive it...his gift to me. It was an off-milky white color...some
yellow in it....very sexy. I swallowed evry drop of my 83 year old
father-in-law's semen. Upon contemplation, the intimacy of having a man
ejaculate in my mouth, and then swallowing it is without any doubt to me
among the most sexually moving experiences of my life.

After he was done, I licked his cock clean, suckled on it some like it was
my pacifier, and then I removed it from my mouth and told my father-in-law
thanks. "Ernest, I love you," I told him. "You're the closest man to me
there is. We're one, Ernest." He sighed, smiled, and nodded a yes. His cock
was now soft, and after a minute he began to pee normally, and when he was
finished I helped him out of the bathroom and into his bed. I held his hand
as he settled into bed. I think he loved me in that special way now. I know
I loved him that way, too. I wanted more with this man. I needed to give
myself to him anally. The next time, I wanted him to cum in my ass. This
was the beginning of what I hoped was going to be much more.


				CHAPTER-II


It was nearly one year later when my father-in-law, Ernest, and I would
meet. My wife and I had a cabin in the mountains of northwest North
Carolina, where we sometimes spent two weeks during the summer.  I invited
Ernest to come visit us during that time, and he arrive the day after us by
bus as he was no longer driving due to his age. He was now 84, but since
the last time we'd seen him his health had measurably improved. I was
particularly heartened by this, because I wanted Ernest to be able to
peform with more than just cumming in my mouth like the last time. I wanted
this wonderful man to have anal intercourse with me and satisfy himself and
me by cumming in inside me. Actually, I wanted to be the old man's bitch!
The thought of Ernest cumming in me while I wiggled and squirmed while he
thrust his 84 year-old penis inside me made my cock rock hard, and my knees
weak with lustful desire. I so longed to hear him groaning like he did when
I sucked him off a year earlier. This time I was anticipating his gripping
me tightly around the waist or hips, kissing my neck, back and shoulders,
and melding his body with mine in a final wonderous thrust of ejaculation.
His hot semen felt by me inside my bowels would be the proof of his love
for me, and I would fall in love with him all over again, just as I did
when he filled my mouth with his seed a year earlier. I'd not
forgotten. The memory still warmed and aroused me for this old man.

The meeting at the bus stop where Mary and I went to pick him up was one
filled with anticipation for me.  When Ernest saw us he immediately made
eye-contact, not with his daughter, but with me. We shook hands, and he
then gave Mary a fatherly hug. We were all smiles...laughter, gladness to
see him. But for me there was lust. he wore some dress shorts, casual
shoes, and white socks. I looked over his bare elderly spindly legs...the
legs of a masculine 84 year-old man who could ejaculate a nice load. This I
knew first-hand.  I remembered the taste of his semen. Oh...I so wanted it
again, in my mouth, my ass, anywhere he could put it, I would take it, and
I would deeply fall in love with him for it.

Ernest was his old self with Mary. With me he was now a bit different. He
didn't argue as much, or at all, and he had a softened attitude towards me
that wasn't there before I became intimate with him that first and only
time. I think he wanted me...felt tenderness towards me, had desires for me
to give him pleasure and love. I think he wanted to make love to me...or at
the very least have me make love to him while he fully enjoyed receiving it
without admitting his part in our intimacy.  After all, he was most likely
old school and very homophobic of mentality.  But he loved to cum by a
man...this I knew.

A few times Ernest had bumped his leg, arm, or hands against some part of
my body.  It may have been just incidental contact, but I couldn't remember
it ever happening before.  I just knew he had some kind of "hots" for
me...he must have. I finally decided to make an overture. It was on the 4th
day of his visit, and Mary was in town shopping. Ernest and I were finally
alone. It was mid-morning, and Ernest was wearing short pajamas with a top,
and barefoot. His legs looked so sexy to me...thin and spindly, with a
layer of fine white hair over an elderly blemished, but masculine, skin. He
looked so sexy to me.As soon as Mary had gone we made eye-contact. I
smiled, and Ernest sort of uneasily looked away and then back at
me. "Well," he said, "what are you going to do this time?" I replied, "What
do you want me to do, Ernest? I still remember and have very fond memories
of last year. I'd love to do it again. I want to please you that way and
other ways, too."  He look at me, and then he said "I remeber
too. Sometimes I wish I could forget, but God help me, I can't. I enjoyed
it too much. I think about it everyday...even pleasure myself with the
thoughts. I have other thoughts about you too." I was getting harder and
wetter by the second, just hearing his words.  "What other thoughts,
Ernest?" I inquired.  He looked up at me from his chair and said "All kinds
of thoughts.  Thoughts a man shouldn't be having for another man, much less
his son-in-law."

I now knew we could make love. Ernest sat in an easy chair, legs relaxed
and partially open...a body language that told me that I could pleasure
him...he was submissive to any touching I wanted to give him.  His arms
were on the armrests with his palms almost fully up...beckoning me to go to
him and be held close to his body.  I did just that. I walked quickly to
him, knelt between his thighs which he separated, and we embraced as he
wrapped his arms around me...caressing my head and hair as I kissed his
chest through his PJ top. He then kissed my head. I looked up at him. There
was lust in his eyes. I knew what he wanted and what I had to do. I opened
his pajama top buttons and began to kiss his elderly hairy chest. He
sighed. I then let my hands roam around his chest, thighs, knees, shins and
calves. I slide my hands under his PJ shorts and moved them over his upper
and inner thighs. He was sighing and breathing harder...caressing my head,
shoulders and neck.

His pajama shorts were fully tented now, and a large dark wet spot had
formed over the peak of the tent top.  I kissed it, squeezed it, and then
sucked the cloth over it. I could smell and taste his manliness, and I was
ecstatic over the precum I was able to suck through his PJs. Earnest's eyes
were closed. I next opened his fly and released his 7" cut hard shiny wet
cock. It was throbbing, and it jumped when I extended my tongue to lick the
piss slit of a clear drop of precum. It was just too much! I quickly
engulfed his lovely organ into my hungry mouth and begans to suck,
tongue-caress, and thoroughly stimulate this wonderful old man's penis.  I
reached into his crotch and fondled his testicles...licking, kissing,
smelling and tasting his intimate parts.  He was so hard, wet, sexy! I knew
he could easily cum with my mouth working him, but I wanted him to cum in a
different way than the last time. I wanted him to fuck me doggy style..to
be like his wife. It was like I wanted to get pregnant by him...I needed
him like that so badly. I wanted to know him like that, and for him to know
me like that...in such an indescribably tender and intimate manner. I got
up, extended my right hand to him. He looked up at me, breathing hard, face
flushed. I gently pulled his light elderly body to its feet and led him to
his bedroom. He followed like a needy lamb to a satisfying pasture. We
stopped at his bed, and I turned toward him, dropped my short pants, my
briefs, and removed my t-shirt. I was naked before him. His eyes were
filled with lust.

He then unsnapped his PJ shorts and let them fall around his ankles and
feet. He was so hard...so sexy, beautiful.  I wanted to devour his cock and
balls...to lick him everywhere. I so wanted to become one with this
wonderful old man. I knew I would...when he poured his semen into my
colon. That's what I would make him do. He wouldn't be able to help it. So
loving was I going to be to him as I gave my body to him to bring him
exquisite pleasure and joy. I stepped toward him and unbuttoned his top,
removing it and letting it drop behind him. He was now also naked. He
looked so frail but yet so viral...a hugh wet erection on a spindly old man
with his eyes glazed over from lust and need. We were now ready.

I stepped closer to him. He was almost 6" taller than me, so I looked up at
him as our arms embraced eachother.  I then let him bend down toward me,
and we kissed. He usually wore dentures, but they were not being worn now.
It was so erotic to kiss his smooth toothless mouth and gums. His tongue
penetrated my mouth and probed it. I did the same to his mouth. We swapped
saliva and moaned in eachother's mouths as our passion intensified. I
gently led and lowered him to the bed where he moved to one side. I got lay
next to him, and we cuddled, kissed, fondled, and made love. I then was
ready to give my self to him, and I hoped he was ready to take my anal
virginity.

"Ernest, I want you to do it to me," I passionately pleaded...looking
lovingly and longingly into his eyes.  I then got on "all fours" and said
put it inside me. I remembered the K-Y in the night table by the bed,
reached for it and liberally smeared it into my anal region. I then took
"the position." Ernest got behind me...saying not a word, and pressed his
erection inside my ass crack. His penis was hot, hard, and so needy. I
wanted it more than anything I think I'd ever desired. I blurted out, "I
need it, Ernest. Please put it inside me. Push it in. I want you to finish
inside me. I love you so much. I want this proof of our love."

I raised up my behind for easy access for Ernest. He took the cue. He
gently pressed, slid it around some, and then he forced his wonderful
manliness inside my body. It was physically hot, so exciting, throbbing and
alive inside me! He began to thrust in and out of me...grunting with each
movement. His breath was ragged and hot on my back and neck as he bend over
me and rubbed me all over my shoulders...his boney aged hands constantly
moving over my body while our passions grew. I was hard and leaking
precum. It was indescribable to feel being taken this way by an old and
venerable man.  I felt that I was being honored...privileged to be
pleasuring him so totally with my body. His thrusts continued for 1-2
minutes, and then the usually quiet old man in this situation began
utterances of sheer delight. "Oh, Frank, Frank, my God, Frank...I'm close,
son, very close. You're going to get just what you wanted. I'm making you
mine...my woman, son-in-law, my woman." Then it began to happen. I felt him
stiffen...make a final thrust, stay deep inside me and start to
bellow. "Frank, Frank, i'm cumming, i'm cumming you bitch. You wonderful
bitch of mine. Daddy now owns you...owns you forever. I'm giving you my
cum...my seed.  I'm making a baby inside you. You're mine, all mine. Ohhhh,
aaahhhhh, aaaarrrggghhhh, aaaahhhhhh."

The spurts began...warm flooding feelings spreading inside my bowels. I
felt so fulfilled and honored by it. I was now falling so in love with my
father-in-law. The intimacy overwhelmed me. He must have given me 5 or 6
spurts with each of the stiffening spasms of his cock and torso. I well
knew I was being fucked, and I loved it! Then I involuntarily began to
ejaculate on the bedsheet underneath me. "Aaaahhhhh, aaaarrrrgggghhhhh,
Ernest, I love you."  Finally it stopped. "Ernest," I said breathlessly.
Please leave it inside me. Lets lay and rest with you in me."  He was out
of breath, but he managed to half sigh and half grunt an ok. We spooned
with his cock nestled inside my ass.  I felt so satisfied and loved, and I
loved Ernest very much for it. After a few minutes Ernest fell asleep and I
felt his flaccid penis slipping out of me with a soft plop sound. I also
felt his semen dripping out of my anus. It was a wonderful feeling knowing
that i'd so bonded with my father-in-law, Ernest. I began to wonder if my
wife might like to share such a wonderful experience.

Any comments about my story would be appreciated.
deperif@aol.com

Frank