Chapter 1

"We're not getting left behind again, and that's all there is to it!" Rita said angrily to her daughter. "I'm tired of always being left behind whenever the men go out on their fishing trips!"

Cassie, Rita's daughter, shrugged her shoulders, causing her big tits to jiggle firmly. "I'm not happy about it either. But year after year, we try to go along with the men, and year after year they tell us it's a man thing, and we're not invited."

Rita, who by nature was mild mannered, could feel the anger welling inside her. She had been married to Arthur for a long time, and never had she turned him down when he wanted his cock sucked, or when he wanted to fuck his colossal prick into her pussy. And never had she been able to convince him to take her with him when he went fishing.

Though she was in her fifties, Rita was still a stunningly attractive woman. She kept her body in exquisite shape, and her figure was almost exactly what it had been when she was in her mid-twenties.

Rita got up from her chair, her body all but oozing with the tension and frustration that had gripped her for the past couple hours.

"What are we going to do, Cassie?" Rita asked her daughter. "I don't want to sit around this house all by myself again. I want to be with them!"

Cassie nibbled on her full, lower lip thoughtfully. Her mind whirled as she tried to come up with something that would get her invited to the fishing trip.

The silence hung in the air. Kelli, Cassie's daughter, finally spoke up. "We're going about this all wrong. Instead of asking them when they're all together, we separate them and convince them one at a time. It's the old divide and conquer ploy. It works every time!"

Rita and Cassie both turned to Kelli, expressions of shock and acceptance on their faces.

"You know, I think you're absolutely right!" Rita said, turning away from her granddaughter, pacing back and forth in her kitchen excitedly. "Yes, Kelli! You're right on the mark and furthermore, we'll work our family relationship to our best advantage. Arthur might be able to say no to me, but I don't think he could say no to you, Cassie, or to you, Kelli."

Rita pushed a stray lock of shimmering blonde hair away from her eye, smiling triumphantly. She sat down, her gaze dancing from Kelli's excited face to Cassie's, then back again.

"Ladies, this is a war-a war for acceptance into that silly, inner circle of male dominance- and I intend on winning!" * * * Rita smoothed the black, silk stocking up her thigh, then fastened the top of it to the clasp of her garter belt. She stepped into her knee-length black skirt and pulled it up past the delicate curves of her hips, pulling up the zipper on the side.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this!" Rita murmured to her reflection in the mirror.

She looked at herself critically, trying to figure out what her daughter's husband would like the most. Her curvaceous figure was stretched out over a five-feet, five-inches frame, though she looked taller because she had on delicate, open-toed shoes with four-inch heels.

Rita had honey-blonde hair which she parted on the left side, combing it down and back so that it fell over her ears, then curled up at her shoulders. Her high, rather wide forehead seemed to speak of intelligence, and her chocolate-brown eyes were always sparkling.

Putting on a last touch of red lipstick to her mouth, Rita smiled and left her bedroom, wondering what adventures the day would have for her. , It was Wednesday afternoon. She had made her plans with Cassie and Kelli the previous evening. The men-Rita's husband, son-in-law and grandson-were planning on leaving for their week-long fishing trip Thursday night.

Rita knew she had much to accomplish, and very little time to do it. * * * Richard swallowed the lump that formed in his throat when he saw Rita step into his office. Though he had always been aware of the fact that his wife's mother was a beautiful woman, he couldn't remember a time when she looked so completely, thoroughly . . . fuckable.

"Good afternoon," he said, starting to get out of his chair.

"No, don't get up!" Rita said quickly, raising a hand, her palm toward her son-in-law. "There's no need for you to stand when it's just me."

Instead of taking the chair that faced Richard's desk, Rita moved and half-sat on the desk, very close to the handsome man who looked up at her.

"What can I do for you?" Richard asked, hoping the inner strain he felt didn't show too clearly on his face. "Is something wrong?"

Rita nodded her head, feeling her heart pounding in her chest. She had done a lot of crazy, lusty things in her life, but seducing her daughter's husband wasn't one of them.

"As a matter of fact, there is something wrong," she began slowly, not looking at Richard. "It's about the fishing trip."

Richard put his fingertips together, wondering what Rita had up her sleeve.

"You see, your wife and daughter . . . as well as myself ... are tired of being left behind. So, we want to go with you this time."

Richard started to speak, but Rita silenced him by putting a finger to her lips. "No, let me finish. I've rehearsed this speech and I've got to get it out or I'll never remember everything that I want to say!"

Suddenly, Rita's mind went blank. Her carefully rehearsed speech had disappeared in her mind, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't locate it.

The silence hung heavily in the air. Finally, so nervous she could feel her cheeks turning pink, Rita said, "You see, Richard, it isn't anything you can do for me, so much as it is something I can do for you!"

"I don't get it."

Rita forced herself to smile through the anxiety she felt as she turned her face toward Richard. "That's where you're wrong. You do get it!"

Rita slipped off the desk, grabbing Richard's chair by the arm and swiveling it as she sank to her knees between his spread thighs. Her mouth felt dry, and she could hear the furious pumping of her heart in her ears.

"I'm going to convince you," Rita said, staring at Richard's crotch, unable to look at his face for fear of seeing rejection in his eyes, "that it is in your best interest to have Kelli, Cassie and myself along with you when you go fishing."

"But you don't like to fish."

"That's not the point," Rita replied in a hushed whisper. "This is the point!"

Rita's trembling fingers caught the tab of Richard's fly. She jerked his zipper open quickly and reached her fingers inside the open fly. The touch of his warm, soft cock made Rita gasp softly. She tugged his prick out.

"This is the point, Richard!" Rita purred, staring at her son-in-law's cock-head.

She put her hands on his thighs, bending over at the waist, bringing her red-lipped mouth to the head of Richard's prick. Rita kissed his spongy cock-knob tenderly, then slipped her tongue out between her lips and softly licked his smooth surface of cock-flesh.

"Ohhhhhhh!" Richard sighed, gripping the arms of his chair so tightly his knuckles turned white. The feel of Rita's warm, moist tongue on his cock-head was exhilarating, intoxicating to his senses.

Rita lapped softly at his cock-head, and was pleased when his cock started twitching against her tongue. Soon, his prick was getting hard, pushing aside the edges of his fly, growing quickly. She tongued his cock-head, salivating at the delicious, manly taste of his prick, as his cock-meat got longer, thicker and harder.

Though Richard's prick wasn't completely hard yet, Rita opened her luscious lips and sucked his cock-head into the moist cavern of her mouth. She sucked on his cock, running her tongue down the underside of his prick-shaft. Rita purred as his prick pulsated against her tongue, blossoming to its full size of nine inches long.

"Mmmmmmmm!'' she moaned, curling her tongue around his prick-shaft as she held his cock-head against the opening of her throat.

Richard pushed back in his chair, sliding his hips forward so that his ass was on the edge of the seat. He grimaced with the wild lust that soared through his veins, making his head spin.

Is that really Rita sucking my cock? he thought incredulously, questioning what his eyes were seeing.

But the truth couldn't be denied, and it was so erotic for Richard, he thought he would blow his balls off right then and there.

"Mmmmmmm!" Rita moaned again, getting less nervous and more horny by the second.

She dragged her soft, trembling, red lips back and forth over the shaft of Richard's prick, always keeping his cock-head on her tongue so that she could lick its clefted underside. While she sucked passionately, she scratched his thighs through his slacks, raking her long, manicured fingernails over his legs to send tingles throughout his body.

When Richard put his hands on either side of Rita's face and began guiding her up-and-down movements, she purred lustily, pleased with herself. It was obvious to Rita that, from the hardness of her son-in-law's prick, and from the way he was pumping her face over his bone-hard prick, that he was really getting turned on by her blow-job.

"Mmmmmft!" Rita slurped, almost choking when Richard forced her head down, cramming his cock-head hard against the opening of her throat.

Rita took her hands from Richard's thighs and quickly began unbuttoning her black, silk blouse. She had worn, from head to foot, black. The color, she knew, set off the paleness of her flesh and the blondeness of her hair to their fullest advantage. She had not realized that seducing Richard would be so easy, that he would so willingly allow her to give him a blow-job.

Leaving the tails of her blouse tucked into the waistband of her skirt, Rita pulled open her blouse until it was stretched around her tits. She unfastened the front clasp of her bra, and freed her big, firm, rosy-nippled tits.

"Make it hard!" Richard hissed through clenched teeth, jerking Rita's face up and down faster on his cock.

The woman's tits shook, her round, pink areolas turning a brighter color as lust sizzled through her. Between her slender thighs, Rita could feel her clit coming to life, tingling madly, making pussy-juice ooze to her cunt-lips and causing her panties to cling uncomfortably to her feverish flesh.

He pressed her head between his palms, forcing Rita's lips to glide back and forth over the sensitive ridge of his prick-tip. Rita's tongue was in constant motion, flicking against Richard's piss-hole, swirling against the cleft at the underside of his bulbous prick-tip, sometimes probing down his cock-shaft to feel it pulse hotly.

"Take it deep!" Richard hissed, a touch of impatience showing in his tone.

He entwined the hair at the back of Rita's head in his fingers, forcing her face down onto his lap. Even when she sputtered as his cock-head pushed harder against her tonsils, he didn't let up on his pressure.

Rita pulled her skirt up high on her thighs and spread her knees wider apart as she struggled to keep from choking on her son-in-law's Up-stretching cock. She wished that he wouldn't be so brutal and commanding with her, but Rita also realized that she had wanted to turn him on. She had, at least, accomplished her original goal.

His prick-tip was crammed painfully hard against the back of Rita's mouth. She put her hands on Richard's thighs again and pushed, fighting to drag her lips up toward Richard's cock-head.

"Sorry!" Richard whispered when he realized how forceful he was being with the beautiful woman.

He released her hair and Rita snapped her head up, taking her lips off his prick.

"Oh, my!" Rita cried. "You can be a demanding bastard, can't you?"

Richard smiled sheepishly.

Rita wrapped her fingers around the spitty shaft of his nine-inch cock. She stroked him slowly, running her fist from the edge of his cock-head down to the very base of his cock, then back up again. As she did so, her eyes reflected the lust that was sizzling in her veins.

"Wouldn't you like to fuck me, Richard?" she asked quietly, remaining on her knees between his spread thighs. "I'd love to feel your cock in my pussy!"