Date: Mon, 21 Jul 2008 19:15:02 -0400
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: son in-law

SON-IN-LAW--1

	My name is George Derekson. I'm a 52-year-old, self-made
professional. I've often been described as very distinguished and very
refined. I'm 6-0, 170 lbs, light brown skinned, and very well groomed with
fine salt and pepper, short cut hair. My wife Anita is a college professor
at the local university. We have 2 children, Donita and Gregory, both in
their twenties.

	My daughter Donita married a man my wife and I didn't approve
of. He was of the same ethnicity, thank God--African American--6-1; about
190 lbs with a thick, muscular build; dark brown skin; a mustache and
goatee; short twisted dreadlocks; and a street hood mentality--but he was
from a lower class background while my wife and I were successful
professionals. And we didn't want our daughter marrying someone beneath her
who wouldn't be able to take proper care of her and our future
grandchildren.
	But Donita was strong will and defied our wishes and married him
anyway. Needless to say, our relationship with our new son-in-law, Camden,
was more than strained. It started at the wedding, and things just seemed
to deteriorate from there. It didn't help matters that up until the very
moment I walked my daughter down the aisle, I had refused to give my
blessing to the marriage. And at the reception, my wife Anita cried during
her speech over how we were losing our little girl to "unfortunate
circumstances!"

	Donita moved out of our 7-bedroom home and into Camden's
one-bedroom apartment in the city. We feared for her safety both day and
night, but Donita insisted on staying with her man. Camden refused any help
Anita and I tried to give, wanting to prove that he could do it all on his
own. He had a day job working as a youth counselor for an inner-city
organization, while taking night courses at a college for an associate's
degree in computer repair.
	Two years into their marriage, Donita informed her mother and me
that she was expecting their first child. Anita and I couldn't have been
happier, that is until Donita followed up by saying that Camden had gotten
a job offer working as a computer technician for a Fortune 500 company
across the country. Anita and I were devastated. We felt as if this whole
ordeal was our fault. Here we had been ragging so hard on Camden to get a
real job that we had never stopped to think that that job might be a long
way from home.

	Anita blamed me, and I blamed her. We loved our daughter, Donita,
and didn't want to see her taken so far away. Anita made me promise to do
something to intervene. I knew Camden would never accept money, so I had to
appeal to his sense on honor and compassion. Unfortunately, Camden saw
their getting away from us as a godsend. He said that Anita and I were
"busybodies" who were stifling his relationship with his wife with all our
"instigating and insinuating." He couldn't wait to move and start a new
life with his family across the country.
	I begged Camden to reconsider, to realize that Anita's and my
interference was done out of love. We just wanted Donita to have the best
of everything, we had underestimated the bonds of their love, and I offered
him my deepest and sincerest apologies for trying to come between them.

	But Camden wasn't feeling in a forgiving mood. He said that "the
only way" he would forgive me would be if I got down on my knees and sucked
his dick! Camden knew I was totally heterosexual and not at all interested
in sucking another man's penis, so he fully expected our conversation to be
over as he headed for the door. I'll never forget the surprised look on his
face when I asked him "if I suck your dick, will you promise to stay in
Philadelphia and raise our grandchild nearby?" I saw a smirk spread cross
Camden's face when he realized I was serious.

	"I'd damn sure consider it!" he replied, mulling over the
inducement, enjoying the taste of having the upper hand.

	"Just consider?" I asked, reminded of how high the stakes were.

	"That's my best offer, George," said Camden, coldly pressing his
advantage.

	"When and where?" I sighed, wanting to get it over and done with.

	Camden laughed aloud. "This Sunday...when Nita and I come over for
dinner," he said smugly.

	I swallowed hard, knowing it was simply icing on his cake for him
to have me suck his dick with my wife and daughter in the same house. But I
had no choice; I had to do what I had to do.

	"All right, deal!" I said, holding out my hand to shake.

	Camden looked down at my hand as if it were filled with germs, then
slowly grasped my hand and shook it dutifully.

	Sunday came and Anita was more nervous than I'd ever seen her. She
grilled me all week about my previous talk with Camden and what I intended
to say to him at dinner? I told her to relax, that we would speak man to
man and hash everything out.

	Around 5 PM Donita and Camden arrived, as well as my son Gregory
and his fiancée Trisha. Donita was only about 12 weeks pregnant by this
time and barely showing. She kissed her mother and me hello as Camden
parked the car outside. She begged me to be nice and not say too much to
him, not wanting me to antagonize him and make matters worse. I promised
her that I would be a model father-in-law, and would do everything in my
power to help Camden relax. Donita hugged me happily just as her husband
walked through the door.

	"Hello, folks." he smiled, looking more chipper than usual.

	"Hello, Camden." said Anita, trying her best to keep from
frowning. "Dinner will be a little late while we wait for Gregory and his
new fiancée. Why don't you and George go into the study for a brandy while
Donita and I check on dinner?"

	"Sure, why not?" smirked Camden, patting Donita in the rump as he
headed for the study.

	I watched my wife and daughter walk off towards the kitchen while
Camden disappeared down the hall. I took a deep breath, downing a half of
glass of brandy before following him.

	"You know, George," started Camden as soon as I entered the study,
"I do realize that you and Anita only want what's best for Donita and want
to make sure she got a man with a future!" he continued as I closed and
locked the study doors. "Now that I got my own child on the way, I
understand why y'all were both so salty against my marrying you
daughter. In fact, I even thought about letting you off the hook tonight
and saving you from the shame and indignity of having to suck off a man you
always considered beneath you. After all, I woulda had some of the same
reservations if my own daughter married some man with a mediocre job and
living in a studio apartment. What would he have to offer?"

	I looked at Camden in shock. Did he truly understand my intentions?
Was he really considering letting me out of our agreement?

	"But then I thought about what I WAS offering your daughter. Donita
never wanted monetary things; all she wanted was love! And that I had for
her in abundance. But you and your snotty-ass wife couldn't understand
that! All y'all could do was look at me and judge me on what I was worth,
not on my potential! If only y'all had taken the time to let me show you
how much your daughter meant to me, we coulda had a much better
relationship! But because you wanted to be who you are, I'm holding you to
your agreement! And just to let you know...I jacked off twice before I left
home tonight just to make sure you WORK for your meal!" he said, grabbing
his hefty crotch.

	I had nothing to say in my defense. Anita and I HAD made his life a
living hell for the past two years or so. But now I had to admit that I
might have been wrong about Camden: he did, indeed, love our daughter and
would make a great provider for her and their children now that he had
learned a trade.

	I watched Camden sink back into the soft, luxurious leather
cushions of my executive office chair as he took a seat behind the imposing
oak desk in my study, spread his legs wide, and awaited my approach. I
walked over to the wet bar in the corner and poured myself another stiff
drink. I knew I was going to need several before I had enough nerve to
proceed with my task. Camden wanted some of the Hennessey that my wife had
graciously bought especially for him in the hopes of keeping the peace.

	I was already well into my third drink when Anita knocked on the
door and asked in a stage whisper if everything were okay. I replied that I
had everything under control, and kissed her goodbye before closing the
door and locking it once again. Camden just looked at me with a smirk and
cocksure smile curling up the edge of his lips as I felt the effects of the
alcohol starting to calm my nerves.

	"Are you ready, George?" he asked, opening his legs wider in my
seat. I sat my glass down and slowly walked over to him. "You have no idea
how much I've been looking forward to this moment," he said, gloating, as I
knelt down on the hardwood floor in front of him. Camden unfolded his hands
from across his stomach and laced his fingers behind his head, signaling to
me that it was MY job to free his enclosed dick.

	I reached up and began unfastening his belt and pants, pulling open
his trousers as his brightly colored, cotton boxers came into view. His
dick was still limp as he, too, was straight and not naturally attracted to
men.

	"I want you to know that I'm ONLY doing this because I love my
daughter, and don't want to see her and my grandbaby taken clear across the
country!" I noted, feeling it necessary to voice that tidbit of information
before continuing.

	"I know George," said Camden, looking down at me boastfully.

	I reached into his boxers and pulled out his soft, dark dick. It
took me a moment to take in the fact that I now had in my hands the very
same dick that was fucking my daughter and that had created my unborn
grandbaby. I took a deep breath, then, leaned forward, and took it into my
mouth.

	Right off the bat, I was surprised at how clean his dick tasted and
smelled. I had fully expected him to present it to me funky and unwashed. I
was able to get most of his soft, meaty manhood into my mouth while still
flaccid, but I could feel it immediately beginning to throb, thicken, and
swell between my lips as I started to suckle the tumescent shaft.

	Camden merely watched bemused as I--his own father-in-law--knelt
between his spread legs and sucked his dick like a common, two-bit
whore. Now HE was in the big chair, looking down on me as beneath HIM. I
couldn't look up at him knowing he was gleefully sneering down at me in
triumph. It was bad enough that I was being forced to belittle myself by
sucking his dick. I surely didn't need to see his condescending eyes to
know he was soaking in the irony.

	Camden had told me he'd jerked off at home before coming over for
dinner, wanting to ensure I'd be on my knees before him for a while so I
knew I'd be sucking his dick for some time as I bobbed my head up and down
in his lap. Camden's dick grew to a thick, 8 and 1/2 dark chocolate inches,
filling my mouth completely. I heard him wince once or twice before warning
me to watch my teeth. I wondered how Donita managed to suck his dick, then
IMMEDIATELY kicked that thought out of my head, not wanting to think of my
daughter in such a position.

	Having gotten blowjobs all of my adult life, I felt I had the basic
concept down. I never understood why my wife always acted like sucking dick
was such a chore. I ate her pussy every chance I got, loving the taste of
her womanly parts, yet she always acted as if sucking me were one of the
nastiest things in the world. Kneeling here sucking Camden's dick made me
realize that Anita had been getting away with murder. Sucking dick wasn't
so bad, after all she'd been sucking on something outside the body as
opposed to licking inside some orifice. In fact, sucking Camden's dick
reminded me of sucking the giant fudgecicles my mother used to buy us every
summer as a boy. I sucked and slurped my way up and down his shaft, taking
as much into my mouth as possible before gagging. Camden seemed to be
enjoying it if his hard dick was any indication. I couldn't get over how
soft and smooth his dick felt in my mouth. It was like having some living,
breathing organic creature in my mouth: it had a pulse, a heart beat, and a
essence of its own that surpassed being a mere penis. I'm not sure how long
I had been down on my knees sucking my son-in-law's dick, when I heard him
suddenly ask, "you're really getting into this, ain't you, George?"

	"Huh?" I asked, lifting my head up off of his dick for the first
time since taking it in my mouth.

	"You were sucking my dick like you were starting to get into it!"
repeated Camden, looking down at me past his giant manhood.

	"Don't...don't be silly, Camden...I'm just--I'm just trying to
get the job done is all!" I stated, staring up into his eyes past his beefy
dark stick shiny with my spit. His dick was standing up straight through
the slit in his boxers, the dark shaft commanding I get back to work as it
slowly leaned to the side.

	"Yeah, whatever!" said Camden, not buying it. "Whatever you were
doing was feeling really good. So why don't you stop flapping your gums and
start working that mouth?" he demanded.

	I looked up at him angrily and held his eyes for a minute before I
bowed my head forward and took his dick into my mouth again, silently
cursing him in my mind. I could feel Camden's eyes staring down at me,
intently watching my every movement as I sucked him as best I could. His
dick was definitely a mouthful; I had to really stretch my lips in order to
fit around his girth while still trying to cover my teeth at the same
time. Camden eventually grew impatient as he reached down and cupped the
top of my head with one of his big hands, palming my noggin like a
basketball. I could feel him applying added force as he pressed my head
down, forcing me to take more of his dick down my facehole.

	I allowed him to take control for a while, setting up a faster pace
as I sped my lips along his shiny shaft. But once I felt him trying to
force it into my throat, I had to intervene and push his hand away while
backing off of his thick, meaty manhood.

	"Now wait a minute--" I protested, wiping some spittle from my
bottom lip with the back of my hand.

	"If you expect me to get off, you gonna have to do better, or we
gonna be here all day!" insisted Camden. "It's only a matter of time before
the women start to wonder what's going on in here!"

	"We wouldn't be having this problem if you hadn't jerked off twice
before you got here!" I said.

	"No! We wouldn't be having this problem if YOU and YOUR WIFE
treated me a little more like a human being!" yelled Camden, shutting me up
once again.

	Not wanting to prolong things any further, I bent forward and took
his meat into my mouth again.

	Camden settled back into his seat as he watched me eat his dick. I
couldn't believe a man of my stature was kneeling before such a
lowlife. But then again, it was that kind of thinking that had gotten me
into this mess in the first place.

	As time slowly inched by, I could feel my mouth molding to the
contours of Camden's shaft as it sled in and out more easily. His shaft was
all slick with a generous supply of my saliva as my lips easily ran up and
down the smooth edges.

	I felt my son-in-law's dick jump for the first time, indicating
that I was doing a good job. I intensified my efforts as I tightened my
lips and increased the suction. Camden's dick jumped more, the harder I
worked it.

	"Suck my balls...!" I heard him say, interrupting my progress to a
speedy conclusion.

	Reluctantly, I removed his dick from my mouth and licked my way
down his shaft toward his scrotum. Camden stood up, shoving his pants and
underwear down around his ankles before retaking his seat on the edge of my
throne.

	I watched him spread his dark legs, offering up his family
jewels. I leaned in and licked the hairy sack, experiencing a slightly
different taste than from his dick. His balls smelled more musky as I
reached down and held them in my hand as delicately as a surgeon would a
new heart. I licked each nut carefully before taking one into my
mouth. Camden closed his eyes as I gently swirled one around in my mouth as
if washing it with my tongue on the gentle cycle. Camden seemed to
appreciate my technique as I switched off and sucked the other one. If he
was going to stay married to my daughter, I didn't want to chance ruining
his babymakers by being too rough.

	Camden laid his head back as I worked over each nut, giving them
both thorough saliva baths before licking my way back up his towering
shaft. When I got to the head I saw an amazing sight. A pearly drop of
semen glistened at the tip, the same seed which had swum up my daughter to
create my new grandbaby. I licked the drop away, tasting his semen for the
first time. I was surprised at how flavorful it was, tantalizing my tongue
like the sweet dew from a just ripe melon.

	I took Camden's dickhead back between my lips and attacked it with
gusto. Camden groaned, showing his first signs of weakness as I quickly ran
my mouth up and down his shaft. I was starting to really get into the job
as I became determined to not only keep my daughter and grandchildren close
to home, but to get my son-in-law off with a roaring orgasm. As a man who
always strived to be the best, this was nothing but another challenge to
conquered, another opportunity for me to show myself to be the best I could
be!

	"Shit, George...you must REALLY want Donita and me to stay in
Philly!" he said, watching me bob frantically on his dick.

	I ignored everything he was saying as I concentrated on the main
goal. Now, I was taking half of Camden's dick into my mouth on each stroke,
using a smooth action, and his dick was really beginning to jump in my
mouth, getting more and more violent with each thrust. Soon I felt his
hands grip the back of my head as he forced me to suck deeper. I could feel
my son-in-law's dick banging into the start of my throat, causing me to gag
repeatedly. Each thrust made his dick head penetrate my throat muscles and
my body would violently lurch in response. Camden ignored my choking sounds
as he thrust up into me. I knew he was getting close so I didn't fight it
when he stood up and really started to fuck my face. Thick gobs of spit
escaped the corners of my stretched mouth, roping down onto my shirt like
ribbons of fresh shooting sperm. I ignored my growing embarrassment as I
tried to keep up with his demands. I felt his dick grow rock hard, swelling
like a bloated sausage before I heard him choke down a muffled
scream. Suddenly, I felt the warm, salty gush of his semen flood my mouth,
filling my oral cavity as it shot directly into the back of my throat. I
gagged on the cumload as some started to escape down my throat. Camden's
dick pulsed and pumped like a sore thumb as it spit out 8 heavy streams of
thick, potent seed. I could feel his fingers tightening around my head as
he held me steady, unloading the sum of 2 years' worth or torture and
frustration in my mouth.

	I looked up at him, watching his stomach and chest heave as he
huffed and puffed as if he'd just finished running a race. I knelt there
until I felt his dick stop twitching and his fingers slowly loosen their
grip on my scalp.

	Camden looked down at me as his breathing began to return to
normal. Our eyes met as he slowly removed his softening dick from my
mouth. "Swallow it!" he ordered once his dickhead popped free. I hesitated
for a moment, holding his sperm in captive in my mouth. Slowly I swallowed,
feeling the warm mass slither smoothly down my throat like a raw oyster. I
gulped again, making sure I got it all before tilting my head backwards and
sticking my tongue out to show I had eaten it all.

	"Good boy!" he said, patting me against my facial cheek. "Since you
did such a good job of redeeming yourself, I think I just might reconsider
taking that position cross country, and see what I can find here on the
east coast!" I couldn't help but smile, grateful and comforted that the
high price I had paid by sacrificing my manhood had been worth it.

	Realizing I hadn't gotten the full jist of what he had said, he
clarified. "I didn't say I would stay in PHILADELPHIA," he corrected. "If
you want me and Donita to stay in Philly, you're gonna have to be nice to
me like this a lot more often. You see, my wife's pregnant, and may not be
able to perform her wifely duties for almost a year. That's where YOU come
in, George! I figure since you enjoyed sucking my pipe so much, you might
as well keep doing it throughout Donita's pregnancy and until the baby's
born and she's able to give her husband everything a woman's supposed to
again! How's that sound to ya?" he asked, preening because now he had me
exactly where he wanted me--at the mercy of his beck and call. I have to
admit it was like getting sucker punched right in the stomach when I wasn't
looking and having all the wind knocked out of me.

	"And before you try to deny how much you liked sucking my dick,
George, I suggest you reach down and take care of that woodie you got
poking out the front of your linen trousers. Wouldn't want Wifie to see you
sporting such a big boner after out little talk in the study now, would
you?" he asked, reaching down and pulling his pants up, leaving me on my
kness on the floor of the study with an aching hardon, a spit-soaked silk
shirt, and cum on my breath!

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