1. The Old Block (Meet the Atkinsons)


    Date: 5/28/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: shrpsf, Rating: 25, Source: LushStories

    leaving Marcus waiting in silence with young Mark and Lucy. Neither said a word, but Lucy reached out across her husband to clasp his hand in hers. It was a strangely comforting gesture, if not a little awkward. “Now where were we?” Sharon’s graceful descent into her chair quickly lifted the mood. She did not seem at all fazed by the abruptness of her question. “Look, how about I let Lucy handle you while I keep your boy here, ah, suitably entertained?” she chuckled. Again, Marcus heard that undercurrent of perversion in the way she spoke and phrased her words. He was in no position to refuse this arrangement, this being the matriarch who was proposing it. And besides, Lucy was the one with the answers. With a resigned nod, he attempted to be charming about the whole deal, “I was looking to spend some quality time with junior, but looks like I struck one better with Miss Gorgeous over here.” “Technically, I’m a Missus now,” his daughter-in-law chuckled, as she got up from the table with a smirk. If the clarification was meant to stop him from trying anything funny, it was definitely not working. There was just something very salacious about the Atkinson women, both Lucy and Sharon, that made his cock stir against his will. His son was a lucky bastard, he concluded. Without another word, Lucy started walking a few paces in front of him and as he caught up to her side, he had to ask, “And where are we headed, my dear?” “We have a small garden just behind our house and I was ...
    thinking, maybe, we could talk there,” she replied with a smile so bewitching it made him stare for two seconds too long, before dropping his gaze with a slight shake of his head. He was not sure why he felt a sense of guilt; it was not like he was harbouring any dirty fantasies about his daughter-in-law – oh but now that he was catching himself... “Penny for your thoughts, Marcus?” she asked. They were approaching shrubbery pruned to about the height of his shoulders and her forehead. “Oh um…” He was flustered. “I was just thinking what a lucky boy Mark is,” he half-lied, hoping she would let it slide. He was in no such luck today, and his answers set the gears in her head turning at overdrive. “Ah! He is, isn’t he? I just love to fuck.” Lucy’s frankness was unexpected, and definitely uncharacteristic of what a lady should say to her father-in-law on a private stroll. It caught Marcus off guard and triggered the most pornographic thoughts in his mind, of Lucy stripping and pressing her ample breasts together as she threw him a sexy pout; of her spinning around ever so slowly to drag sodden panties past her hips and show him that peach of a pussy, so succulent and wet with the juices of a minx who just ‘loves to fuck’. He tried to hide the tenting bulge in his chinos with hands held stiffly in front of him and thankfully, she ignored the gesture. For now. As if on cue, a bench appeared around the next corner and just as she had at lunch, Lucy reached for his hand, leading him to ...
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