She lays a trap

Larry's tongue danced inside Ashleigh's mouth.

"Stahhhp," she moaned into his mouth. Ashleigh placed her hands on his firm chest. She futility pushed against him. Like a piece of granite, he was deaf to her pleas and unmoved by her protests.

Larry's hand slithered up Ashleigh's body taking her T-shirt with it as it went until her lacy bra was exposed. The older man finally broke their passionate embrace. He eyed her breasts as they bounced up and down with her labored breath. "I can see why my son picked you."

"Mr. Scott, please, you're a married man," Ashleigh implored, playing the part of the innocent victim.

"Oh come now," Larry said, pulling Ashleigh close to him. "I've seen the way you look at me during dinner. And I've heard you and my son fight about his lack of loyalty. Don't tell me it's not crossed your mind to get back him through me."

Ashleigh's grinned at the fact that Larry walked into her trap. Oh, I'm going to get back at him in more ways than one.

Larry didn't wait for her response but slid his hand down and unbuttoned her blue jeans. "Now, let's continue with what you came over here to do."

He picked her up and carried her into his bedroom. Larry dropped her on the bed. Larry grabbed the legs of her pants and yanked them, pulling them off in one quick tug.

"You have great legs and a better ass," He said. "I've always made sure to sneak as many peaks as possible when you've come over to use the pool."

Ashleigh had known he had often ogled. Larry was never subtle about his admiration of her figure. She enjoyed how jealous it made Chris. The young blonde always made sure to wear the skimpiest of bikinis when she knew Larry would be home. And now she was going to sink both of the Scott men.

"This isss wrongg...," Ashleigh slurred, playing up that she had become quite drunk.

Larry slapped her firm ass. "Wrong things are often the best. Who doesn't love a bit of the taboo?"

"But Mr. Scott. You're married, and I'm your son's girl," Ashleigh protested, nor railing away from Larry.

"Neither my wife nor my son is here," Larry answered, grabbing Ashleigh by the ankle and pulling her back to him. He crawled on top of his son's girl pinning her to the bed. He reached out, grabbed the front of her bra, and lifted it freeing her perky tits. Ashleigh tried to cover her exposed breasts, but Larry quickly trapped her hands before lowering his mouth to hardening nipples.

"Mr. Scott..... Ohhh... Please.... don't...." Ashleigh moaned.

"Don't what? Don't stop?" Larry mocked her. "Don't worry. I'll keep going until your crossed eyed from cumming."

The older man kissed his prey before removing his shirt. Salt and pepper chest hair covered his rock hard pecs.

"You've been working out," Ashleigh said as she saw Larry had developed a six-pack of abs.

"Oh yes, I knew I needed to get into shape if I was going to steal you from Chris," Larry said as he unbuttoned his pants.

Steal me? Ashleigh asked herself, suddenly unsure if she let this continue.

Without warning, she felt Larry's hand slip inside her panties. "You shave. I'm glad."

Ashleigh gasped as Larry's finger penetrated her outer folds. The young girl arched her back as the father of her boyfriend worked his digit in and out of her pussy. She could feel herself moistening at his skilled touch. The next time she raised her hips in pleasure, Larry took the opportunity to slide her panties off.

"I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before!" Larry stated as he pulled out his cock and slid it along Ashleigh's slit.

"At... At least put... on a condom," Ashleigh implored.

"Why would I do that?" Larry asked before sliding inside her.

"NOOOOO....." Ashleigh moaned as she Larry's massive cock filled her hole. She bit into his shoulder as he began to piston in and out of her wet pussy.

He's bigger and better than Chris; Ashleigh thought as her hips rose to Larry's thrusts. Their fucking was wild messy. Grunts and moans and the wet slapping sound of flesh filled the Scott's master bedroom. Both parties forgot the fact that it was completely unprotected. Ashleigh did have the wherewithal to scrape her fingernails down Larry's back, bringing up red welts on his white skin. Finally, with one last powerful thrust and guttural moan, Larry emptied his load deep in the unprotected womb of his son's girlfriend.

Both of them lay on the bed panting from exertion a tangle of limbs and sweat. Damn, that was an amazing fuck. Question is, do I keep this up or use it to destroy Larry?