A Father-in-Law's Ultimatum

My husband Rahul and I live with his father, Rajan. At first, when we moved into the property, it was only supposed to be a temporary arrangement, just long enough for us to get on our feet. But it’s been over a year now, and we’re still living there—all because my husband can’t hold down a job for longer than a month. No, he would rather I work my fingers to the bone while he stays home to make his Instagram reels and social media videos. He wants to be a star. Meanwhile, I'm absolutely crashing because I'm having to work seven days a week at the assembly plant in Sanath Nagar just to make ends meet, and I stay exhausted all the time. At the tender age of twenty-one, I already feel like I’m fifty! It's completely ridiculous.

Last night, I got laid off from the electronics factory where I was working as a temp. I should have seen it coming because we’ve been working seven days a week for two months now to clear the backlog. I came home feeling down and out about the fact that I was going to have to hunt for another job in Hyderabad. I really didn’t want to tell Rahul, either. So I sat down at the kitchen table and started to cry. I had been so close to being hired on permanently.

Rajan walks into the kitchen dressed in a tight white cotton banian and a pair of dingy grey faded shorts, basically his normal around-the-house attire. It took me some time to get used to seeing him dressed this way, because my own father never did so. I mean, goodness, his manhood jiggles and bounces around as much as a woman wearing no bra. I should be ashamed that I look, but good grief, the man has a massive package and he ain't afraid to show it off, either. And I must say that for a man of 57, he’s not in bad shape at all; in fact, he’s in far better shape physically than his own son. My husband Rahul has put on so much weight since we moved in with his father. He’s about 115 kilos, and at five foot eight, well... you get the picture, right? But I still love my hubby very much.

Well anyways, I sit up and dry my eyes with the back of my arm.

"What got you upset, Kavya?" Rajan asks as he walks over and gets a Kingfisher beer from the fridge. He twists the cap off, tosses it into the trash bin, sits down across from me, and takes a long swig.

"I'm okay," I say softly.

He shakes his head. "It doesn't look like it. Now tell me what's going on, darling."

I didn't want to tell him. I mean, good grief, we owed him fifteen thousand rupees in rent from last month. Yes, we pay his father rent to stay in the annexe out back. Not to mention we owe him for our portion of the groceries and electricity, too. Rahul had spent our—my—money last month to buy a new laptop and a DSLR camera, and he didn't even tell me about it until the rent was due. The absolute idiot! Lately, he's been testing my love for him on a daily basis, it seems.

"You lost your job, didn't you?" Rajan said, sounding more like a statement than a question.

I looked at him, wide-eyed. "How did you know?"

"I still have old friends down at the plant, Kavya. They told me they suspected there was going to be a large-scale Diwali layoff."

I shook my head and nodded defeatedly. "Yes, they laid me off, Rajan uncle... indefinitely."

He downs his beer. "Oh well, you need a break anyways. You've been working entirely too hard lately."

"I know, but we owe you the rent from last month."

He clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Well, there is that, yes, but we're all family here," he patted my hand. "So don't worry your pretty little head about it, Kavya."

"No, I don't want anyone's charity."

He gave me a smirk. "Girl, you got more pride than you have sense. How are you going to pay me anything when you don't have a job? I'm giving you an out here, okay? So shut up and take it."

"I can clean your house. I can cook the meals and do your laundry," I offered frantically.

He laughs and shakes his head. "I wish Rahul had as much gumption as you. But then he takes after his mother."

"Please tell me what I can do to make things even? I'll do anything," I said pleadingly.

He leaned back in his chair, looked at me intently, and then folded his big, muscular arms. "Anything?"

"Yes."

"Even a blowie?"

"What?!" I gasped, desperately hoping that I'd heard him wrong.

"You heard me. I would like for you to give me a blowjob," he smirked.

I shook my head violently. "No way!"

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Then you're not willing to do... anything... now are you?"

I stood up and was about to leave the kitchen when he grabbed my arm and forcibly turned me around. "You best not tell Rahul about this, because if you do, he'll get mad and I might have to whip his ass," he said, squeezing my arm so hard I yelped in pain.

I shook my head, tears brimming. "I want... okay."

He smiles approvingly. "See there, you can already keep a secret from your old man." He turned my arm loose, and I hurried out the back doors toward the annexe. I stopped and turned to look back, finding him standing in the doorway. He smiled and casually scratched the front of his shorts, his bulge prominent.

I did tell him that I would do anything... right? And a blowjob doesn't count as actual sex... right? Shit. I don't know why I did it, but I walked back, stepped aside, and went right back into the kitchen. He smiled at me, knowing fully well I was going to do it. Damn my pride.

I looked up at him. "I'm your son's wife, and you're asking me to give you a blowjob. It's just not right."

He chortled deeply. "You can walk away from my proposal, but yet here you are, Kavya."

I was so bewildered at that moment.

"You know you want to."

I folded my arms, trying to stand my ground. "I do not. And for the record, I do this under protest."

"I don't give a fuck how you do it, Kavya, as long as you do it. I just want that young mouth of yours on my dick."

"Please don't talk like that," I whispered.

He laughed, gently took my arm, and led me down the hall to his master bedroom. I followed without further protest, feeling a swarm of butterflies in my stomach as we walked over to his massive, king-sized teakwood bed. Rahul and I have made love on it several times when he was out of town.

Rajan sat down on the edge of the bed and then patted the space beside him. "Sit down, Kavya."

I shook my head. "No, just pull your shorts down."

"Sit!" he said sternly, using his commanding 'daddy's voice'. I've heard him use it on Rahul a few times, and it brooks no argument.

I sighed, sat down next to him, and placed my hands in my lap, refusing to look at him. But he placed a rough hand under my chin, turned my face toward him... and he kissed me softly. Which completely stunned me.

I suddenly pulled my lips from his. "Wait a minute, I didn't say we could kiss!"

Rajan laughed and shook his head. "Well, your lips are about to be on my dick, sweetheart, I figure you can give me a kiss or two." He leaned in and kissed me again. He was right; I was about to suck him off anyway. I shudder as he kisses me hard, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth. I didn't resist. It was such a passionate kiss, one that made my entire body tingle. Goodness, not even my husband can kiss like this.

So I go with it, and we kiss and neck heavily. Then I feel his large hand against my left breast, touching me from outside my 'Kiss' printed t-shirt. His hand easily eclipses my tender C-cup breasts. I think about pushing his hand away... but I don't. I'm practically dizzy. What he and I were doing was bad on so many levels. He was my husband's father, and I am his daughter-in-law. But goodness, I couldn't stop myself.

I slid my small hand down and cupped his manhood through his thin shorts. And I must emphasize MAN HOOD. My father-in-law was a true man. I felt his shaft and found that he was already semi-hard. Goodness, he was so much bigger than Rahul!

I felt my t-shirt being pulled up and over my head. He tossed it onto the floor and, with slightly trembling fingers, he unfastened the clip at the front of my white lacy bra. My tits spilled forth instantly.

Rajan pushed me back onto the mattress, stood up, and unbuttoned the front of my black work shorts. I panicked, reaching down to grab his wrists. "This is going too far!" I whispered frantically. But Rajan wasn't listening. He simply pushed my hands away and continued. He unzipped my shorts and slowly pulled them down, hooking his thick fingers into the elastic of my pink panties as he did. I even raised my hips so that he could slip them off. What was wrong with me? I lay totally naked before my father-in-law, my tits and my shaved pussy on full display for his eyes to feast upon.

He smiled down at me with such a raw, lustful expression on his handsome face. And Rajan WAS handsome, with his short-cropped salt-and-pepper hair and deep brown eyes.

He slipped his banian off, followed by his shorts. His dick sprang free, totally hard, sticking straight out with a slight, beautiful bow to it. It was incredibly long and thick. I knew then he wanted more than just a blowjob, and god, did I want it too.

He opened the bedside table drawer and took out a condom. "You can do this, right?"

I nodded shyly, sat up, and took the little golden packet from him. I tore it open with my long red fingernails and carefully slipped it onto his head, then gingerly rolled it down his thick cock.

I open my mouth and close it around the tip of his shaft. The lube on the condom is sweet tasting. I open my mouth further and slide my lips down upon him, taking in as much of his cock as I can—which was only about half of his massive length.

He places a heavy hand on the back of my head and guides me forward. I feel the blunt head of his cock touch the back of my throat. He pushes his hips forward, sinking to the hilt inside my mouth. Rajan begins to fuck my mouth, and I gag and salivate heavily. My eyes are watering profusely, forcing me to breathe rapidly through my nose.

"Oh yeah baby. That's right... suck it!" he says, aggressively thrusting his hips.

I try to relax, placing my hands on his hips to try and control his punishing rhythm, but it's no use because he IS fully in control.

"AH Fuck yeah. My son is right, you can really suck a dick. AHHH YEAH!"

I should have been repulsed by the fact that my husband had been talking to his father about our private sex life, but I wasn't. Rajan's crude praise spurred me on. I pushed his hand away and began actively bobbing my head back and forth, taking him to the hilt inside my throat, savoring the feel of his size and length stretching me.

"Oh Girl yeah! SUCK IT!!! SUCK MY FUCKING DICK!!!" he exclaimed loudly.

I wanted to smile at his praises, but I couldn't because my mouth was entirely too full of cock!

Suddenly, Rajan pushed me off of him. I look up at him, completely confused. He violently tears the condom off his cock and tosses it to the floor. He shoves me back hard against the mattress and forces my legs apart with the weight of his body.

He wants to fuck me bareback. "RAJAN NO!!" I shouted, slapping frantically at his broad chest. "Get off me! NO!" I try to close my legs, but he's already firmly mounted my petite frame. I feel the hot, bare head of his cock touch my labia. I cry out for him to stop, but he ruthlessly slides into my womanhood, and despite my protests, my treacherous body accepts his invasion. I scream as his immense size stretches me wide, opening me fully until he is buried to the hilt inside me.

He lowers his face to mine and kisses me fiercely, and to my utter shock, I find that I am kissing him right back.

Rajan begins fucking me with long, slow, devastatingly deep thrusts. I gasp and arch my back, instantly craving more of his beautiful cock inside me. He kisses my neck passionately as he fucks me.

"I'm gonna give you my seed... every fucking drop of it, and you're going to have my baby!" he growls, starting to ram his cock inside me with brutal force. "My grandbaby!!!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! The heavy teakwood headboard is slapping the wall in perfect time to his relentless thrusts. It feels so unimaginably wonderful and so absolutely right!

"Oh, I'm about to cummmm!! Oh Kavya!" he shouts, pumping into me faster and harder, his sheer power stimulating me into a full-on, blinding orgasm. I cry out loudly as wave after wave of intense pleasure rolls through me. My little body shakes and shudders uncontrollably, my pussy clamping down tightly around his thick shaft. I scream, wrapping my legs securely around his waist.

This tight grip must stimulate Rajan right over the edge too, because he suddenly thrusts himself to the very hilt inside me, roaring in primal pleasure. He floods me with his scalding hot release, and I feel his copious amount of cum seep deep into my very core.

He slowly lays his heavy, sweat-slicked body on top of mine, breathing heavy and hard, both of us rendered completely weak. I lay trapped beneath him, totally wasted and unable to move a muscle, his softening cock still buried deep inside me.

"Oh fuck... fuck... fuck... fuck," he moaned softly against my ear. "That was sooo fucking good!!" His soft cock finally slipped from my slick folds, and he rolled off of me, collapsing onto his back.

I giggled breathlessly and slowly slid my hands down along my smooth belly. I felt so incredibly warm down there, so utterly full of his cum. Had my father-in-law actually just impregnated me? The very thought excited me and frightened me all at the exact same time.

Rajan reached out and placed his large, warm hand gently over mine resting on my stomach. "It'll be ours," he whispered affectionately. "And our little secret as well, right?"

I looked over at him, smiled warmly, and nodded. "Yes!" I whispered back.

Two weeks later, the test confirmed I was pregnant, and I was true to my word; it remained strictly our little secret. My husband Rahul was none the wiser about the true paternity. Ironically, it turns out that me becoming pregnant was the exact motivation that finally spurred my husband into getting off his lazy ass and securing a stable job. So, in the end, everything worked out for the absolute best. Nine months later, our beautiful son Jayant and our daughter Janani came into this world.