HI, I'm Kymmi, "a petite and feisty 69 y.o. mother to two grown children. I wanted to share the story of how I find myself in what I know is a forbidden affair with my 46 y.o. son-in-law, Marc.

I never dreamed I would have anything to contribute to such a forum. It was only after Marc suggested I look at this forum, to easy my guilt, did I decide to share my story.

Marc and I have always had a very good relationship since he married my daughter eight years prior. I should mention that I have known Marc nearly his entire life. My son, Kevin and Marc have been friends nearly their entire life. It was during their teen years, that Marc said he became obsessed with me, and that many times it was me, that he was fucking and sucking in his fantasies.

I believe it was then that I began to become aroused and began having to block and reject such thoughts. Actually , I had always thought that Mark was cute when growing up. Go back 10 years to my surprise when I heard that my daughter (Allie) had reconnected with Marc and they began dating. They dated for about years before marrying 7 years ago.

So, about three months ago, I was visiting Marc and my daughter, which I often did, but it was then that my life would forever change. Before I tell what happened that day and on many days since, I need to back up about two years.

Neither he nor I can remember why he felt compelled. to send me the text, we both remember the context. And for reasons unknown, I wasn't offended and I actually played right along. He said that he enjoyed the visit and that I looked more beautiful than ever and should ever split with my daughter, he wanted me!

I responded that he didn't want any old lady like me but thanks for the compliment. He said if you only knew the dirty things that have filled my mind...I have no explanation, but I responded with asking him to please tell! And he responded, "Let me just say..."i'll have you writing bad checks". I think I may have sent a laughing emoji and that it did however, sound fun.

And then he asked me if I was wet and I said just a moment I'll check. But I didn't have to check, nor was I really going to check because my juices were already. flowing. I said actually yes I am wet, which he replied, Good, because I am so fucking hard right now! I guess I came to my senses or at least somewhat, because I ended the text with a simple you are naughty comment and said I needed to make a call.

As I continued the drive home, feelings and emotions consumed my thoughts. My pussy was flowing still and I was arroused in such a way, I cursed my decision to wear shorts and not a short dress. All I wanted was to touch and caress myself while imagining it was Marc that was fucking me and using me any way he wished. It was then that I knew a battle was about to ensue. A battle to fight back thoughts and urges, that had suddenly enveloped my world.

I had no idea it would take this long to write my story. I have hardly began to tell my story and there's so much more to tell .

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THIS STORY IS TRUE

I am not a writer of fiction. In fact, I'm not a writer at all. So if enough of you are interested, I will be happy to continue the story.