I Begged My Father-in-Law to Bathe Me With Him

Hello, I’m Carla. For those who don’t know me, let me tell you a little about myself. I’m twenty-nine years old, with dark brown hair and eyes of the same color. My nose is a little flat and round, my face oval and somewhat chubby. I have full lips and a mole just above my mouth that, along with my nearsighted glasses, gives me an air of a sweet girl with a naughty side.

I’m the mother of a little boy who is my heart and soul. During my pregnancy I put on weight, as is normal, and my breasts grew enormously. Then I went back to my usual weight, but my breasts stayed huge, and honestly, I like it. I know men do too, because I feel the way they look at me.

I’m a calm woman. But lately my mind has been trapped on something I shouldn’t be thinking about: my father-in-law, Don Aníbal, a man in his mid-fifties, sturdy, with a broad chest and strong arms from years of working with his hands. And a cock I saw by accident and can’t get out of my head.

Yes, I bathed with my father-in-law, and it went badly. Or maybe it went exactly as I dreamed it would on my lonely nights.

It all started a few weeks ago. I accidentally walked into the bathroom of the apartment my boyfriend Bruno shares with his father. The door was ajar, steam was pouring out in bursts, and there he was, naked under the stream of water.

I thought it was Bruno, I swear I didn’t mean to. But it was Don Aníbal. And there I stood, paralyzed in front of my father-in-law, wet from head to toe.

The water cascaded over his mature body, sliding down his somewhat bulging belly, falling all the way to that thick cock hanging heavy between his legs. It was veined, imposing even at rest, with a broad head that looked like a dangerous promise. I couldn’t look away, and I felt a treacherous heat between my thighs.

It was an awkward and exciting moment at the same time. Nothing happened beyond that stolen look, but ever since then I couldn’t get him out of my head. I masturbated so many times imagining him: his hard cock pounding into me, his rough hands on my skin, using me while Bruno never finds out.

***

One Friday afternoon I couldn’t take it anymore. After work I went straight to the apartment. I knew Bruno had the afternoon shift, so his father would be alone. I knocked on the door with my heart hammering against my chest. I have a key, but since that time I prefer to let them know before I come in.

—Come in, Carla! —he shouted from inside, with that deep, rough voice of his that always makes my skin prickle.

I went in. He was on the couch watching television, wearing a white T-shirt and his work pants.

—Hi, Don Aníbal. I came to take a quick shower before going back home. Do you mind if I use the bathroom? —I said, pretending to be natural, though my voice was trembling with anticipation.

He smiled and his eyes swept over me from head to toe, tight in my blue skirt and the fitted blouse with buttons about to pop.

—Of course not, mija. You’re at home here —he replied calmly.

—It was a rough day at work today —I said as I set my bag on the couch, near him.

—Same here. But it’s Friday now, time to rest —he answered without taking his eyes off the screen.

For some reason I had gotten the idea in my head that once I mentioned the shower, he would jump at once to join me. He didn’t. Maybe what had me burning and touching myself every day was nothing to him at all. I started doubting my own idea.

—It’s hot today —I said with a naughty smile.

—Yeah, terrible weather —he replied.

I sat on the couch pretending to watch television, but really I was waiting for him to say he’d join me. Nothing.

I couldn’t have been more forward. There I was, looking desperate, waiting for my boyfriend’s father to show the slightest sign of interest. We kept chatting about unimportant things, him watching TV and me with my crotch wet from pure excitement and shame.

—Well, I’m going to shower —I said, standing up and walking toward the bathroom.

—Relax, take all the time you need —he answered, unmoved.

I stopped halfway there. If I had to beg for his cock, I was going to do it. I didn’t want to go home without scratching this need to feel him inside me. I stood there in silence. Reason told me not to do it; lust told me to let it go. In the end, desire won over dignity.

—Don Aníbal… will you come shower with me? Please —I said, adding that “please” as a sign of total surrender.

There I was, eyes wet, humiliated, literally begging. And not just anyone, but my father-in-law, my boyfriend’s father. If I had to ask him on my knees, I was willing. Anything, as long as I could be with him again in that narrow shower, his body pressed to mine, his cock inside me like I had imagined so many nights.

He stayed quiet for a moment. Then he simply said:

—Go on, I’ll be there in a minute.

***

Still uncertain, I got into the bathroom. I closed the door, but didn’t latch it, and started undressing slowly. I took off my blouse, freeing my large breasts, the nipples already hard. Then the skirt. Finally I unfastened the white lace bra and my heavy breasts bounced as they were released. I left the black thong, wet and sticky in my crotch, on the sink beside the bra, fully visible so he would see them when he came in.

I stepped under the stream, the hot water pouring over my skin, sliding over my curves. I waited, the steam fogging the glass, my heart pounding. I thought he’d come in right away, but a couple of minutes passed. Just when I was doubting myself most, I heard the door open and his heavy footsteps approaching.

I suppose he undressed in the living room, because he came straight in without wasting time, the curtain sliding open with a sharp sound. At first I kept my back to him, the water striking my ass, partly from shame and partly from that last shred of sanity screaming that this was madness. But the warmth of his body and his heavy breathing made me turn around.

And there it was: his semi-erect cock, stiff, much bigger than I remembered, the veins standing out, the swollen head pointing at me like a delicious threat.

—Carla, is this what you wanted? To have me see you like this, all wet and ready for me —he growled, his voice low, thick, coming closer until his cock brushed my belly.

I didn’t waste time or pretend I only wanted to shower.

—Yes, Don Aníbal. I saw it that time… and I couldn’t stop thinking about your cock. Do it, please —I begged him, my voice hoarse under the water.

I put my hands on him, feeling his hardness in my palms. I started stroking him slowly, up and down, the water making it easier, my thumb brushing the head.

—Look at those soft hands you’ve got, mija. Do it harder —he murmured, his eyes fixed on my breasts. He was finally reacting, and that only lit me up more.

He put his rough hands on my tits, squeezing them hard, kneading them, tugging my nipples until it hurt in the way I like.

—These tits are for sucking, Carla —he said, pinching them while I moaned and moved my hand faster.

—Ah, yes, Don Aníbal. Pull them, they’re yours now —I answered, squeezing him harder, feeling him throb.

I knelt on the shower floor, water splashing my face, and licked the tip several times, tasting the water mixed with his salty flavor.

—Mmm, so good, father-in-law. I want to suck it all —I murmured, my tongue circling the head. I said “father-in-law” on purpose, to make it more obscene and as a final test. If he was going to back out, now was the time.

He didn’t.

I opened my mouth and started sucking him, taking the head in first, sucking hungrily. He tangled his fingers in my wet hair.

—Deep throat it. Show me how you suck my son’s cock, but better —he ordered, thrusting his hips. He named his son without any shame. I had him now.

I tried to take him all the way in, forcing him to the back of my throat. I gagged, my throat closing around his thickness, but I didn’t stop. Saliva began to spill from my mouth uncontrollably, running in strings down my neck and breasts, mixing with the water. My eyes filled with tears from the effort.

—That’s it! Look at you drooling all over yourself, Carla. You’re a pro. Keep going —he growled, holding my head and thrusting in short pushes.

I couldn’t hold that position for long. The gagging was too intense, my throat burned, my knees hurt. He grabbed my hair and pulled me to my feet, the water washing some of the spit away.

—Enough of that. Now I’m going to fuck you the way you deserve —he said, turning me around and pressing me against the wall, my breasts smashed against the cold tile.

His rough fingers slipped between my legs, sinking into me, already dripping.

—You’re soaked, mija. This needs a real cock —he murmured, licking my neck and reaching down to spread my ass cheeks.

I moaned like crazy when his fingers played at my entrance.

—Oh, God, Don Aníbal! More, please. I’m going to come —I panted, and came right there, my legs shaking.

He straightened up fast, his stiff cock pressing against my entrance. He turned me around so I was facing him.

—Take it, feel how I go in —he growled, driving in at once, forcing his way through, stretching me to the limit.

—Ahhh, yes! It’s huge, father-in-law, it’s splitting me open… —I sobbed, my nails scraping the wall.

He started fucking me against the tiles, deep rhythmic thrusts, pounding me with every shove. At the same time he slid a thick finger into my back door without warning, twisting it inside me.

—I’m putting my finger in there so you can feel how much of a whore you are. Imagine if I put my cock in after that —he said, fucking me harder, his finger moving in sync with every thrust.

I was going out of my mind, pleasure and pain mixed together, my body trembling under the water. He pushed me against the wall, his mouth dropping to my breasts, sucking and biting my nipples until he left marks.

—Bite harder, Don Aníbal! I’m yours, I’m yours —I moaned, pushing my hips back to feel him deeper.

He thrust harder, his cock swelling inside me, the sound of wet flesh filling the bathroom.

—I’m going to fill you, Carla. You’re going to drip when Bruno comes back —he panted, speeding up, my orgasm building like a wave.

But he still didn’t come. He grabbed my throat with his rough hand and turned me around again, my breasts once more smashed against the slick tile.

—Now I’m going to wreck you from behind, mija. I want to feel you tight —he said in my ear, his hot breath against my wet skin.

I felt the thick tip pressing in, slick with water and my fluids. Anal was never my favorite, but what did that matter: if my father-in-law wanted it, I wasn’t going to say no.

—Do it, Don Aníbal. Fuck me like a bitch —I begged him, arching my back to give him access.

He pushed hard and the thickness split me open at once, stretching me until it burned.

—Ahhh, it hurts! It’s too big —I cried, tears mixing with the water on my cheeks, my voice breaking.

The pain was intense, like I was being split in two, but beneath it there pulsed a forbidden excitement that made me even wetter. He stopped for a second, only the head inside.

—You want me to stop, mija? I can pull out if it’s too much —he asked, his voice rough but with a hint of care, though his hand on my hip held me firmly. I shook my head, panting.

—No. Don’t stop. I want all of it —I answered, pushing back to encourage him.

For a good while, at a brutal rhythm, he fucked me mercilessly. Every thrust was deep, brushing nerves that made me see stars. I moaned with each shove, mixing the pain with a masochistic pleasure that had me trembling.

—Harder, father-in-law! It hurts so good —I shouted, my voice echoing in the fogged-up bathroom.

He fucked me like a bitch on all fours, even though I was standing against the wall, his hips slamming into my ass with loud smacks. It was intense, intimate, violent and exciting all at once. Every time he pulled almost all the way out, he slammed back in.

He bit my shoulder, leaving the mark of his teeth, and dropped one hand to pinch my nipples again, twisting them until I screamed louder.

—These hard nipples are mine —he murmured, turning me a little to catch one between his teeth and bite down. The pain radiated from my breast to my center, making everything throb.

We were the living image of unbridled sex: father-in-law and daughter-in-law in secret, without shame.

—Yes, bite them, Don Aníbal! I’m your slut —I moaned, the bite driving me to the edge.

***

Finally, he pulled his cock out with a wet sound. He rinsed it quickly under the water, rubbing it with soap, and got behind me again, but this time lining the tip up with my front entrance.

—Now I’m going to fuck you from the front until you scream —he said, sinking into me in one deep thrust.

I felt him fill me completely and started moaning like crazy.

—Oh, God, yes! Like that, father-in-law, it’s so thick and hot —I panted, my walls clenching around him.

He fucked me so hard it seemed he’d been waiting for this as long as I had. His cock brushed the exact spot that drove me wild with every thrust. He made me come twice in a row: the first left my legs weak, the second left me breathless, screaming his name.

—Where do you want me to come? —he asked, voice tight, thrusting deeper.

—Inside. Fill me with everything —I answered without hesitation, my mind clouded by ecstasy. He paused for a second, surprised.

—Really? Are you sure? You could get pregnant, mija, you’re not on the pill, right? —he said, but his hips didn’t stop.

—Yes. Come inside me, fill me until I overflow —I begged, tightening my muscles to milk him.

—And Bruno? —he asked, naming his son for the first time.

—To hell with Bruno! I need it! —I screamed, out of my mind, at the edge of my own degradation.

He gave me a few deep thrusts, growling like an animal, and finished emptying himself inside me. He spilled so much I could feel it overflowing, dripping down my thighs and mixing with the water. I thought about the risk, about how it could be happening right then, and that made my final orgasm even more intense.

We stayed silent, our bodies pressed together, his cock still inside me, slowly losing its hardness. The water kept falling, washing away the sweat.

After that we had to shower again, the soap passing between the two of us in one last intimate brush. The water was already cold, but with the heat outside and the heat of our bodies, we didn’t even notice.

We got out, dried off in silence, and sat for a while in the living room in front of the TV, each lost in our own thoughts, the air thick with what had just happened. I was still dripping, a sticky reminder of the betrayal.

A while later I got dressed, my legs trembling, and said goodbye to my father-in-law with a kiss on the mouth that lasted a second too long.

—Come back whenever you want, Carla. This isn’t over —Don Aníbal said with a smile.

I went home with my body sore but satisfied, knowing I had crossed a line there was no going back from.