Emma And Oliver (Part Three)

He eased me away from his body some more. I could see both surprise and confusion in his eyes.

"What do you mean? When? What time?"

I smiled down at him and went on to explain what it was I had witnessed that time. He listened, nodding occasionally as I recounted what I had seen, no doubt recalling for himself how it had been.

"It was so erotic watching the two of you that day. You were so rough Oliver. Almost animal like. Watching you got me so aroused .....and so jealous."

Having finished describing all that had happened I looked down into his eyes. It was clear he was mulling it over and I was concerned he was having second thoughts.

"I'm sorry Oliver. I probably shouldn't have told you all this?"

Just then I felt his fingers squeeze my buttocks once more. He smiled up at me.

"Not at all Emma. I'm glad you did and now that you have it's maybe time I told you something." He paused as he collected his thoughts.

"I may not have seen you and Francis together in the same way you did me and Charlotte but there's been any number of occasions I've seen the two of you kissing. The most recent being this Xmas just gone. That time in the kitchen when he pulled you under the mistletoe."

"Charlotte had been in the lounge. I'd wandered into the kitchen to get myself a beer, I guess moments after he'd pulled you under the mistletoe. Your eyes were closed but I was pretty sure you had seen me come in and as I watched the two of you I couldn't help wonder if the way you were kissing him was as much for my benefit as it was your own. That you maybe had in mind to make me feel a little jealous. If that were the case Emma, believe me it worked. Just seeing you in his arms, you can't begin to know how much I wanted it to be me at that moment."

"I quickly grabbed a beer from the side and left you to it but for the rest of the evening I couldn't shake the image of what I'd seen from my head. I kept picturing you kissing him. I kept seeing you in his arms So much so, later in bed, when I was making out with Charlotte, it was you I imagined beneath me."

"Oh Oliver! I never knew." I whispered before leaning close to plant another passionate kiss on his lips.

I pulled back and smiled down at him.

"Is that how you imagined kissing me Oliver?"

"Yes." He replied.

I slid my hand back over his growing erection, enjoying it's hardness, it's size as I rubbed my fingers firmly over his bulge.

"Well Oliver. Don't you think it's high time we both lived out our fantasy?"

Despite his words I could see he still had doubts, that he was almost certainly thinking about my daughter.

"You can say no Oliver. It's ok but let me just say. I've wanted this for a long time . I've imagined how it would be, feeling you inside me. Now feeling this," I said, as I squeezed his erection, "I want to know if it's every bit as good as it feels."

"It's up to you Oliver but I'd like you to Fuck me! To Fuck me hard and dirty like you do my daughter. To have you deep inside, screwing me."

With all that had been said and now hearing my words of encouragement Oliver rolled me over onto my back. Of course I couldn't rid myself of the image of Francis downstairs on the sofa but my arousal was such I was able to push it aside.

Having rolled me over Oliver immediately pushed at the hem of my skirt, sliding it upwards along my thighs. He took a hold of my lace panties and began tugging them down.

I assisted, lifting my buttocks off the bed until he'd pulled them clear and down around my ankles. I kicked them off, onto the floor where he climbed off the bed and for a moment stood facing me.

I watched as he reached for my ankles and pulled my body towards the edge of the bed. As he pulled at my body, so my skirt slid higher up my thighs until, with my buttocks teetering on the edge of the bed my pussy was completely exposed to him.

He dropped to his knees by the side of the bed and began stroking his fingertips up and down my thighs, from my knees to the very top. I mewled with pleasure, eager to know what he would do next.

I didn't have long to wait. He leant closer and I felt the heat of his breath on my thighs as his lips kissed against them, all the while his fingers continuing to tease their way up and down my bared thighs.

I opened my legs wider for him then gasped out loud when he accepted the invitation, pressing his lips onto my wet, and more than willing cunt.

My mind was a mix of emotion. A part of me felt bad allowing this to happen. I was cheating on Francis and going behind my daughters back yet as wrong as it was, there was no denying, it felt wonderful having Oliver go down on me.

I moaned out loud aware, with Francis only downstairs, far louder than I should but I didn't care. Since Francis, this was the only guy to do this for me, and right then, I didn't want it to stop.

I felt his tongue flick across my swollen clit. I squealed out loud, my body exhilarated by the sensation. I reached down with both hands pressing them onto his head.

"Yes Yes! More Oliver!. Make me cum! Make Emma cum on those lips of yours!" I pleaded.

Down below, responding to my demand, Oliver slid his hands beneath my buttocks, lifting my body up towards his lips as I in turn used both hands to push down on his head.

His assault was un-wavering. One minute his tongue flicked and teased back and forth over my clit, the next, probed deeply between my pussy lips, working its way in and out like a small, slippery dick. Again the moans escaping my lips were far louder than I should have allowed.

Oliver eased back leaving my pussy wanting. I looked down to see him looking up into my eyes.

"Careful Emma. remember, Francis's only downstairs." He told me, clearly concerned we would be heard.

His words bought back a flood of guilt. I was aware he was right, that however remote, it was still a possibility Francis could wake and make his way upstairs. Even so, there was no way I wanted this to stop. I reached down and once more pressed my hands lightly onto the top of his head. .

"Then you'd better hurry and make this horny bitch cum for you." I told him as I pressed down more firmly.

I held my breath as his lips and tongue once more invaded my pussy. His caress was superb and I was in heaven. Francis had always enjoyed giving me oral. It was something he knew I loved and over the years it's fair to say he'd become more than adept at giving, yet the fact was, what happening to me now was altogether different.

It may have been Oliver was better, though I suspect it was more the case my arousal had been heightened by the reality, this was my son in law and what we were doing was so wrong. The reasons didn't matter. What did matter was, I needed him to finish me more than ever.

Still using my hands to keep him there I closed my thighs around his head and began grinding my pussy firmly upwards against his lips and mouth.

If Oliver was suffering guilt it didn't show. His fingers continued teasing back and forth over the cheeks of my arse as his lips and tongue busied themselves, kissing and sucking and licking on my pussy and clit.

He was taking me towards the edge, nearer to climax. My body physically shook with excitement, my moans of pleasure continuous now.

I had never wanted something so much. His hands, his lips, his tongue were driving me wild with desire. It was almost though his lips and tongue were as one with my body, each caress, each lightness of touch sending a spasm of pleasure coursing through every imaginable nerve ending. My body writhed beneath his touch as I continued to grind my pussy firmly onto his lips. He was causing me to act in a way I'd never done before, for aside from my moans of pleasure, the words escaping my lips were growing ever more explicit, ever more demanding.

"Awww Fuck! Bring me off!" I demanded. "Make me cum you horny bastard!"

He delved deeper with his tongue, sucked harder with his lips, my explicit language having the desired affect continued.

"Ohhh Yes! Lick me Oliver! Fuck me with that tongue of yours!" I cried.

Our bodies moved as one now. Me pushing upwards, him working his fingers over my arse, his lips on my pussy unrelenting. The passion was intense, unbelievably so and as I twisted beneath him, grinding my pussy hard onto his lips, I could feel my orgasm take hold.

I gasped out loud bucking hard against his lips as my pussy flooded with juices. I writhed beneath him like a grounded fish, twisting, turning, my body never having cum so hard. I could feel my juices squirting and I knew down below Oliver was having to work hard to hold back the tide.

With one long, final gasp of pleasure I threw my arms backward, my fists gripping the bedcovers tightly one moment, his head the next, my body writhing in ecstasy beneath his as Oliver continued to devour both my pussy and juices. Finally, sated, I relaxed my grip against his head allowing him to come up for air, his fingers still caressing my thighs..

I looked up at him, his face, his lips and mouth awash with my juices, the smile on my face evidence of how much I'd enjoyed his attention.

"Was that good?" he queried, un-necessarily.

""Awesome!" I groaned, my pussy still throbbing.

"Jesus Emma. For a moment there I thought you were going to wake Francis."

I turned my head to one side to listen. The silence confirmation he must still be downstairs asleep.

"He's still out of it." I replied, reaching out for Oliver with both hands. "Which means it's time I returned the favour."

I waited as he rose from his knees before climbing onto the bed. He knelt there as I sat up and reaching for his trousers began undo his zip.

"You sure Emma?" He asked, again questioning the risks involved.

"We've got away with it so far." I countered. "After all, having made me cum like that it seems only fair I return the pleasure."