My Mother-In-Law
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"Oh my God," I muttered as I slowly sat up in my bed. The room refused to stay still and the vague but constant pounding in my head reminded me of the bottle of wine I'd had last night. Or was it bottles?
"Never again," I promised as I slowly made my way out of bed, feeling there was something important I ought to remember but not quite sure what it was...
My wife was still at the conference halfway across the country, so it wasn't something concerning her. And I'd just had a quiet evening in with my mother-in-law, Molly. As I slowly got up and made my way to the bathroom, bits and pieces came back to me. The flirtatious way, we'd talked and laughed. Her constantly keeping my glass full. That tight silk-blouse that beckoned my eyes to her more than generous bust. Her warm eyes that seemed to caress me whenever she looked at me.
As I splashed cold water in my face, a new image struck me: Me holding her warm, soft body against mine, her wonderfully sweet lips meeting my own in a long, intense, soul-warming kiss.
"My God!" I exclaimed and stared at myself in the mirror. What the hell had happened?! Had I kissed Molly? "What the..." I began when something struck me and I hurried back to the bedroom, headache and grogginess completely forgotten. I was wide awake as I stepped back into the room I'd shared with my wife for the last five years and saw the rumbled bed. My side was naturally in a complete disarray - the proof of a night's tossing and turning after too much alcohol - but so was Christie's! My wife was a dutiful woman, and she'd most certainly not left her bed in such a chaotic state.
"Wait..." I muttered, more and more worried as the unmade bed sparked yet another image: Molly on all fours, grasping the sheet, her neck and back arched beautifully as she cried out in agonizing bliss.
And me? I was... I was behind her, holding her softly rounded hips while I...
"Fuck!" I gasped. It had happened. I'd cheated on my wife. With her mother.
Dear Lord, I was scum.
--
She was setting the table when I staggered down the stairs. Despite my noisy entrance, she didn't notice me at first, just went about her business of preparing the morning meal while gently humming to herself.
Humming? How the hell could she be humming after we'd... well, okay, maybe that was a good reason to hum, but still! She'd betrayed her own daughter! I'd betrayed her daughter. What was wrong with us?
"Oh hey, Rick," she smiled when she finally noticed me. Her smile was brilliant - gone was the gloomy woman that had lived with us for the past two months since her rat of a husband had traded her in for a younger model. Younger, but far from prettier... guess some men really need to convince themselves they aren't getting older. She'd put on make-up - just like last night - and it made her ten years younger and extremely attractive. Or maybe it was just the way she smiled and walked and just radiated happiness.
She was wearing a thin, purple silk-shirt - how did I know it was thin? I could see her darker bra through the flimsy material. She'd buttoned juuust enough buttons to make it respectable, but too few to hide the wonderful cleavage that immediately drew my eyes.
The grey skirt reached a little higher than her knees but despite its respectable length, it would have been a great deal more appropriate if it hadn't clung to her every curve. Her dark stockings made me think about the ones she'd worn last night with that sexy, little garter-belt. It'd been like something out of a wet dream - I mean, what kind of women wear garter-belts? Only the sexy ones...
Ehm..." I muttered, my tongue suddenly feeling too big for my mouth - and not just because of the wine from last night, "I..."
"Come! Sit down. I made you breakfast," she smiled, grabbed my hand and led me to the chair. Her hand was cool and soft, and it felt like a small spark of electricity went through me where she touched me. I was so busy with the strangely erotic feeling of her hand that I didn't notice that she'd seated me at the head of the table. Normally, my wife and I sat next to each other on the bench next to the wall and Molly across from us, but today I sat at the head... like a king, or at the least the head of the family.
"Listen, Molly," I tried again, doing my best to summon up a little resistance but most of my willpower went to not looking down her blouse. Her boobs were so big and tempting, and my blurred memory kept feeding images of me touching them, groping them, kissing them... biting them!
"I didn't know what you wanted, so I made eggs and bacon, and a few sandwiches. And cereal, of course," she rambled, standing right next to me, bent over slightly, her big, wonderful tits right at eye-level. While one hand gestured to the various items of food she'd prepared, the other was casually caressing my back in a much too intimate way. It was the way a lover would touch her man, or the way Christie touched me. My mother-in-law shouldn't touch me like that - and her touch should most certainly not feel as good as it did!
"Molly, we-" I began, knowing this had to stop but she cut me off.
"Shh..." she shushed me and gently pressed a well-manicured finger against my lips, "it's okay, Rick."
"No, it's not! It's-"
"Yes, it is. I know what you're thinking, but we need this, we do. We both do. A man like you needs a woman to take care of him, to be there for him, and I'll be that woman for you. And I... I need a reason to get out of bed in the morning, to not just disappear into the shadows. You'll be my reason!" she said earnestly, making me pause. It was true that since my dear asshole of a father-in-law had left, she'd more or less given up on life. For a woman who'd always been vibrant and beautiful, it had been horrible to watch her fall apart.
But even so...
"But Christie," I objected but was quickly cut off again.
"Isn't here!" she said forcefully and leaned closer in to me before she continued in a softer tone: "I am, and you are. That's all that matters..."
Oh God, she smelled good. I knew I shouldn't notice that but I did, she was so close and I couldn't help it.
"I want you," she all but whispered to me, her lips coming closer and closer, while I just sat there, motionless, unable to stop this horribly wonderful thing, "you're such a wonderful man. Sweet, caring... handsome. I just want to make you... happy..."
And with that she finally pressed her ruby-red lips against my own. The kiss was soft, sweet and seemed to go on for hours, until she opened her mouth slightly and her little tongue assaulted my closed mouth. I didn't even pause to think, I simply opened up for her, and suddenly she was frenching me like there was no tomorrow. The worst part though? I liked it. It felt really good, and soon I was returning the favour, my tongue dancing with hers and my hand placing itself on her shoulder, gently massaging her and letting her know how much I enjoyed the attention.
"Mhm... so niiice," she murmured when she broke the kiss, her beautiful, blue eyes staring into mine. I didn't notice the crowfeet that hinted that she was past her first prime, all I saw was the desire, the need... the hope. While one hand was gently cradling my face, the other moved down south and reached the lump in my pants. With a lustful smile, she stroked it, ever-so-slowly, her long nails running along the shaft.
This was clearly moving in the wrong direction - I'd come down to apologise for what had happened, and now I was getting felt up by my sexy mother-in-law again!
Get out of here! Just get up and leave! Get up! Get up, damn you! my brain screamed at me, but unfortunately the only thing that obeyed was my dick that quickly rose under her careful ministrations.
"So nice and big," Molly sighed but before I had a chance to respond, she was kissing me again... and I must admit, I didn't mind it quite so much this time. As if trying to demonstrate how okay I was with all of this, my hand ran down her shoulder and cupped her massive boob. Big, round, soft, it felt wonderful, and soon both my hands were busy groping her tits and pinching her nipples through her bra.
"Ahh..." she sighed into my mouth and increased the pressure on my cock that was reaching its full size fast. Her nimble fingers soon got my pants open and pulled my hard tool out. It stood up from my open zipper like a mast on a ship - a veiny, fleshy mast that got jerked off by a middle-aged woman's beautiful hands.
Suddenly, she stood up, quickly pulled down the zipper in her form-fitting skirt and pulled it down as well. She had to wiggle her well-rounded hips in a highly seductive manner to get it down (and trust me that did not weaken my iron-hard dick!) but soon she stood in front of me wearing only a slutty garter-belt-stockings combination and pumps from the waist down.
"Oh God," I muttered, knowing full well what was going to happen and how wrong it was - but looking at my mother-in-law's half-naked body, I knew I had no chance of stopping it from happening. I didn't want to stop it! My cock quivered, ordering me to forget those stupid notions altogether and just enjoy what was offered.
"You like?" she asked with a suggestive smile and spread her legs a little further, giving me a better look at her naked beaver - and I do mean naked. There wasn't a single hair on her pink slit, nothing to obstruct my view at all.
Compared to my wife's hairy bush, this was immensely arousing... everything was put out in the open for me to enjoy instead of hidden behind a thick mane of hair.
"Yeah," I muttered and swallowed nervously. I shouldn't have said that, I shouldn't encourage... this... her. But the smile she sent me in reply was so beautiful, so happy, so sexy that my heart skipped a beat, and I was glad I had made her smile like that. And even gladder that it was directed at me. So wrong...
Her smouldering eyes was staring into mine, captivating my soul as she stepped back up to my chair, swung one leg over mine and sat down on my lap. Once again her face was frighteningly close to mine, her lips basically in kissing-range, and I had to fight the temptation again - not that I really believed I could.
Her hands slid around my neck, caressing me gently behind my ears, her mighty tits rubbed against my chest... and worst and most wonderful of all, her moist slit pressed against my iron-hard dick that jerked happily when it came into contact with its feminine counterpart.
"I want you, Rick," she whispered, her breath hot and sweet against my skin, "so much."
And then we were kissing again, and I was holding my sexy mother-in-law in my arms while I explored her mouth with my tongue. She was moaning softly and squirming around on my lap both of which nearly caused my dick to go out of its skin with desire.
I don't know how long we sat there, making out - maybe a minute, maybe an hour - before I left her sweet mouth behind, trailing little kisses down her jawline and throat until I reached her collarbone while she made small, encouraging sounds. Her hands crawled up on my head and pushed gently, trying to make me continue, to journey down to her wonderful boobs from which there'd be no return.
My resistance, if it indeed had been a show of resistance and not just me teasing the both of us, crumbled in mere seconds, and soon I buried my face in her deep cleavage while I made little thrusts with my pelvis, dry-humping her.
"Oooh..." she cooed softly when I licked the top of her breasts, and she sighed a pleased "yes..." when I brought my hands around to unbutton her blouse. It took some work; they were small and unhelpful, but one button after another surrendered to me, yielding a more and more complete view of my mother-in-law's near-perfect bust. Soon only her black push-up bra stood between my groping hands and the soft skin of her wondrous tits.
"Uh!" she gasped when I pinched her hardened nipples. She reached down and pulled the bra-cups down, leaving her chest completely bare, and I couldn't help but stare at her - at them. Large and round, they sat high on her chest, her pink nipples pointing straight ahead. They were firmer and a lot harder to the touch than my wife's but if I'd taken the time to completely study every square-inch of her (like I later did!), I'd have noticed the small scars at each armpit where the silicone had been injected.
As for now, I couldn't keep my hands off them. Pinching, groping, grasping, manhandling... God, I loved them!
"Mhm... you like?" she asked again, whispering it into my ear this time, and I answered with a heartfelt: "God yes!"
Apparently, that was the right answer, because she kissed me again, harder and more demanding this time. She pressed her lips against mine and before I'd even registered what was happening, she'd pushed her tongue in between my lips, tickling my own tongue. She squirmed a lot on my lap, bumping in my cock that desperately wanted to get to know her better, and soon I couldn't take it anymore.
"Please," I whispered.
"Mhm... please what?" she wanted to know, her eyes burning with desire.
Please get off me, please leave me alone and please never ever tell your daughter! the last sane part of my brain screamed in a final attempt to stop the madness.
"Please... put it in..." I asked her, damning that last measure of sanity. I was more aroused by my wife's mother than I'd ever been with her, and Molly was right: we needed each other. She'd struck a chord earlier, and the growing sense of loneliness I had felt the last couple of years with my wife constantly working and 'being too busy' to enjoy each other's company (especially sex) was certainly helping me override any concerns or regrets.
She blinked twice at my words, then her eyes lit up in a mixture of desire and... relief. We looked at each other for a second, two lonely souls connecting before the pent-up desire brought us back to reality. She reached down and fiddled with my dick - that did not mind her cool hands on its hot skin! - and lifted herself up a bit, and then she slowly started sinking down on my prick.
It felt... heavenly. She felt heavenly. She was very tight and despite the large amount of juices she'd produced it took some work to fit even just the head inside her. Wondrous, wondrous work, I should add!
"Ahm... Rick..." she sighed, as she slowly, ever so slowly, let more and more of hard tool fill her, her warm pussy yielding and struggling to accept the invading size.
Too slowly. This was by far the most erotic sensation I'd ever felt (well, that I could remember, at least - it might have been just as good last night but thanks to the wonders of alcohol, I'd never know), and I wanted more, wanted the teasing promises to deliver - wanted to feel myself buried completely in this arousing woman, so I grabbed her hips, marvelled at the smooth, soft skin, and pulled her down while doing my best to thrust up, my rather awkward position considered.
"Nnngh!" I grunted as I succeeded, and finally her moist warmth engulfed the entire length of my dick. She moaned loudly; either in protest, pain or pleasure, I couldn't tell, and for a second I didn't care: I had my dick buried inside the hottest pussy ever, and nothing else mattered. This was clearly what my dick was made for; this was where it belonged.
Despite what would probably have been mild in most bedrooms all over the world, this little show of passion would be almost unheard of in mine and Christine's, and as I looked at her eyes closed tightly, I suddenly worried that I'd hurt her or something.
Then she opened her beautiful eyes again and fixed me with a stare of raw lust desire, and I stopped worrying. This woman wasn't Christie, she was adventurous and hot, and she welcomed my desire for her. Her lips formed a sexy smile that sent pulses all the way down to my cock, buried deep inside her.
"Oh, you're big," she purred, "sooo big."
I moved my hands a little further down, caressing her round ass-cheeks and pulled her gently against me while I moved my lower-body against her, creating a very interesting friction that my dick enjoyed greatly!
"Mhm... yesss..." she sighed, moving with me, rubbing herself against me, "oh, so good!" Her internal muscles massaged my dick, as it moved what little it could inside her, creating a sensation unknown to me, and I groaned loudly in appreciation.
While I kneaded her delightful ass and used it for leverage, she moved her hands up around my neck, hugging me too her and leaning down to whisper in my ear.
"So good," she cooed, "oh, I love your dick! It feels so biiig... Mhm, so big in my little pussy..."
With me coming from six years of monogamous marriage to a woman who considered any sound in the bedroom above a loud sigh unbecoming, this was... well, mind-blowing. And it was certainly making my cock want to blow too...
"God yes," I agreed in my grunting, out-of-breath voice while my wickedly sexy mother-in-law bounced on my dick, "you're so... hot." Even as I said it, I felt self-conscious and out of my depth. Molly was clearly experienced at this sort of... stuff, and I was like a bumbling teenager who had no idea what he was doing.
"Yeah...?" she sighed and pushed herself backwards, giving me a better view of her sexy body, "you like my big tits? You like how big and round they are?" Her hands grasped her large boobs as she spoke, rubbing them against each other, pinching the nipples, holding the wonderful globes up and letting them fall, making me watch as they bounced back on her chest... and while giving me this erotic show, she kept gyrating her lower-body, teasing my stiff dick, but without giving me as much friction as it demanded.
"God, Molly," I rasped, simply saying the first thing to enter my mind, "you gotta be the sexiest woman alive!"
"You think so, Rick?" she smiled as she leaned back in for a kiss... a long, slow kiss, full of teasing promises.
"I need..." I tried to speak once we broke apart again.
"Yes?" she asked, eyes alight with desire.
"I need to fuck you," I finished my sentence. She blinked twice and creased her brow in confusion, but before she could ask what I meant, I wrapped my arms around her, supporting her back and stood up. It strained in my back, with the weight of the both of us, but in my arousal, I hardly noticed. I took the half-step to the table, sat her down on it and quickly cleared a path behind her, before pushing her down on her back. I vaguely heard a crash of a plate hitting the floor, but with this beautiful, sexy creature laying before me, legs spread and my cock still half-ways up in her pussy, I didn't really register anything but my own need.
"Oh my," she sighed, and she certainly didn't seem to mind me taking charge... not that it mattered at this point. Not much would have been able to stop me now, as I grabbed her thighs and hammered my cock into her, claiming her warm, wet cunt.
"God!" she gasped, but I didn't give her time to catch her breath. Again and again I hammered into her, her entire body shaking at with the impact and her mighty tits quivering in all sort of interesting ways.
"Fuck!" she cried, her hands grasping her tits where her well-manicured nails teased and scratched her nipples and her legs wrapping themselves around me, her heels digging into my ass.
She clearly didn't mind...
It was so good! Sex had never been like this before; wild, wanton... relentless! I fucked her like a madman, my cock ripping in and out of her like a piston, and about as hard, and she cried, gasped and moaned in passion. She met my every thrust, encouraging me to take her and enjoy the ultimate pleasures her wonderful body had to offer... and I did. Oh, my God, I did!
"You want it?!" I gasped, my arousal having finally overridden my self-consciousness, and I wanted hear it. An orgasm was quickly building in me, and I didn't have the strength to hold back much longer. I couldn't slow down, couldn't control myself - I had to have her, completely and absolutely. Faster and faster, we raced towards that one moment of infinite desire and pleasure together, neither of us feeling anything but pure, unbridled lust.
"Yeeees!" she cried, "fuck me! Fuck me, oh fuck me so goooood! Ahhh! Ahhhhh!" While still crying out, her entire body tensed up for one golden moment, as the orgasm washed over her, and then she twisted and turned, clearly out of control.
That did it for me. Seeing my wonderful mother-in-law cum, while she screamed like a banshee and convulsed like an epileptic made it impossible to hold back anymore, and finally I surrendered in the battle that had lasted since she first kissed me: I came. I bathed in the sweet ocean of relief, I welcomed the wonderful agony of orgasm. I probably said something stupid too, but I honestly don't remember, everything is kinda blank for a couple of moments.
What I do remember is the guilt-mixed feeling of pride as I looked down at the beautiful, sexy and completely spent woman on my kitchen-table, and the knowledge that I'd just fucked her. Fucked her like she wanted, no like she needed to be fucked. And it'd been the best sex I'd ever had - that's where the guilt came into the picture, since she wasn't my wife...
As her eyes slowly regained focus, she noticed me looking at her and gave me a long look that spoke a thousand words. It spoke of love, of trust, desire, lust and... gratefulness.
I bent down - which wasn't too easy as my cock was still embedded in her - and kissed her. Slowly, lovingly... telling her that we were in this together without saying a word.
--
A couple of hours later, as I sat in my small office upstairs, it all seemed so surreal. Unlike the event from the night before, I could clearly remember everything; her soft lips, her full breasts... her amazing pussy. The way I'd taken her, done with her as I pleased was both upsetting and oh so arousing. Not to mention the fact that I was now an unfaithful husband! And this time I had been in full control too. Yeah, she'd started things but the word 'no' had never crossed my lips. I'd never even considered stopping. Yeah, I'd objected, but it had taken very little persuasion for me to surrender.
The worst part though? I didn't feel guilty. And I felt that I should feel guilty. It hadn't even been guilt that had chased me from the breakfast-table after a fast meal. Rather, it had been the awkwardness. I mean, what do you say to your mother-in-law after fucking her silly across the table? Apparently, you say "I have some work to do..." and hurry from the kitchen.
I did have some but I hadn't been able to focus on it. Not surprising, perhaps, but the same thoughts and questions kept coming back to me. Would we do it again? What about Christie? Was I a cheater? Did I want to be a cheater?
And - both unwelcome and welcome at the same time - images of a sexy body, large, full breasts, red, smiling lips and her warm, sultry eyes radiating need kept making my heart speed up and lust return to my groin.
Someone knocking on the door interrupted this pleasant and disturbing daydream and before I could call out, it opened.
"Excusez-moi, Monsieur," Molly said as she stepped into the room in a fake-French accent - that suited her new attire in an extremely arousing way! She'd changed from the (somewhat) discreetly sexy blouse-and-skirt she'd worn this morning into an overtly slutty French-maid uniform. A uniform that consisted of a dangerously short, black dress that didn't even reach her stocking-tops and was so tight and low cut across the chest that only a miracle kept the well-rounded ladies from escaping, a small, white, frilly apron and atop her head was a cap in the same, frilly material placed upon her beautifully-styled hair. The entire dress was edged with that frilly stuff...
"Mo-molly?" I asked, simply awestruck. Wow, she was a vision! She even had a choker around her neck in that same flimsy fabric that turned me on a great deal.
"Mol-ly?" she asked in that cute accent, acting confused, "I am Madeleine, and I apologeese foor interrupting le Monsieur, but I 'ave to dust le Monsieur's office." She held out the duster in her hand - that I'd completely overlooked until now. Then again, looking at Molly's tits squeezed into that little dress, I wouldn't have noticed the house collapsing.
Without further explanation, she strode into my little office on her towering, black pumps and started dusting my bookcase across the room from me - giving me the best possible view. Funny thing was, though, it only seemed to be the top-most shelf and the bottom one that needed dusting - making this sexy woman alternating stretch as high as she could reach and bending over... again, giving me a view to wake the dead. Her stockings had a noticeable, black seam running from her shoes all the way to the top, ending right below the gentle curving of her sweet, round ass. I couldn't tell you why that silly seam was so erotically charged, but it was - made her seem more... available, somehow. Like an advertisement-sign.
"Dere," she said when she reached the end of the shelf and turned around to look at me once more. She noticed me staring and smiled, pleased with the rapid attention I gave her little show. Her smile turned inviting as she slowly walked towards me, with each step her boobs strained against the thin fabric of the uniform, and they inevitably drew my eyes. Big, round knockers just begging for attention... and put out on display, just for me. I drank them up with my eyes, longing to hold them, fondle them again.
"And last..." she muttered as she stepped in between my legs and gently pushed them further apart with her knees, "I need to clean Monsieur's 'ow-do-you-say... cock?"
And with that she slid down on her knees, her hands finding my zipper that she quickly opened, pulling my boxers down and letting my growing dick spring out into the free air.
"Oooh, Monsieur," she gushed happily as her cool hand grasped my hardening member, "all deez for moi?"
"Eh... yeah," I breathed, not willing to interrupt her or dissuade her in any way. This was about to be good!
"Mhm..." she leant in and took a deep breath. Then, with a playful little smile, she looked up at me.
"Smells like pussy, Monsieur!" she teased me, "needs to be clean!"
Without further ado, those inviting lips that I kissed so deeply and hungrily a couple hours ago closed around my cock, shocking the hell out of me.
"Oh God!" I gasped, surprised and very, very happy with this new development. Still keeping eye-contact, she began sucking. Slowly, carefully, she let the most intense, the most tangible arousal I had ever felt build in me.
"Molly... Madeleine!" I gasped, managing correct myself, still enough in control to remember our little game. Her lips slowly gliding up and down my iron-hard shaft sent waves of desire through me, making it harder and harder to focus on anything. I closed my eyes, letting myself sink into it, forgetting everything but the beautiful, sexy woman bringing me such wonders.
"Ah... Oh yessss..." I groaned as my arousal grew and grew. I opened my eyes, looking down at my sexy little maid and couldn't help but notice that she too seemed awfully... happy, content. Like being on her knees with my dick slowly gliding in and out of her mouth was where she wanted to be. She met my eyes and slowly pulled her head off my tool, all the time smiling at me.
"Mhm... magnifique!" she exclaimed and gave my dick a long, teasing lick, from my balls to the tip. Her wicked smile at my sharp intake of breath was something out of a wet dream, I swear.
"More..." I croaked, my voice filled with need, and her grin widened - for an instant, before she once again coated my bulbous head with her cute little tongue, licking up and down and around my oh-so-eager dick. She grabbed it in her hand to hold it aimed at her face and continued her wild French-kissing. Her nimble little tongue managed to touch and tease all of my most sensitive place, and it slowly drove me wild.
"Oh fuck..." Not the most eloquent cheering-on, perhaps, but it was all I could manage at the time.
"You like, Monsieur?" she asked in that teasing voice, and I nodded in full agreement - I did indeed like!
Then, suddenly, she dove back in, her luscious lips closing around my stiff prick and she slowly worked more and more of the hard shaft into her wondrously soft and wet mouth. But instead of going about half-way down and then up again, she just continued further and further down. Not that I'm claiming to be of horse-like dimensions, but still... I figured that her mouth had to end somewhere, right?
"Yeah..." I gasped as she sank more and more of my cock into her mouth and further into her throat. It was extremely tight in there, and her strong muscles massaged my cockhead in a way I hadn't imagined. Wow!
"Glurgh," she gagged but stubbornly continued until her face pressed itself against my pubic bone. Then she looked up at me, a triumphant look in her eyes, and I almost came right then and there. After having noted the look of sheer amazement in my eyes, she withdrew, pulling her face off of my dick. As she came up for air, she grabbed my cock, jacking me off while she took a few deep breaths and wiped away the long line of drool that stretched from her lips to my cock.
"Wow," she breathed in her normal voice, "it's been a while." Without waiting for a reply, she attacked my cock again, her lips quickly moving down my shaft 'till they met her hand. Then, in perfect harmony, she started working me over with both her soft hand and even softer lips, and she soon had me gasping for breath again, scooting back and forth on the chair without knowing quite what I was doing. Clearly, the foreplay was over, and she was getting down to business - and what business!
"Oh God, oh God, oh God," I moaned, not even aware that I was talking - everything else was gone except for the raw, undiluted pleasure coming from my mother-in-law sucking off my cock.
She kept looking at me, meeting my eyes whenever I looked down at the wonder that she was, and suddenly grabbed my hand with her free one. Without missing a beat, she moved it on top of her head, and using it to push herself further down along my hard shaft. Even I understood that she wanted me to take control, and I vividly remembered how she had... enjoyed... me taking charge earlier at (on!) the breakfast-table.
Not on to miss out on new, exciting experiences, I placed my other hand atop of her head too, and using it as leverage, I pushed down upon her and thrust up a bit.
She gagged loudly, but otherwise continued sucking like a good girl so I did it again. And again. Oh, wow, it felt sooo good.
The outfit, the wonderful body, barely hidden beneath that outfit, the roleplay with that cute little accent, the clear and absolute submission on her part and the intoxicating feeling of power that gave me... and her warm, wet mouth and the tightness of her throat as she repeatedly stuck my dick down there; all in all, the only reason why I managed to last as long as I did was because she already had drained me a couple of hours ago.
Even so, a guy like me can only fuck a sexdoll like Molly - excuse me, Madeleine - for so long before it becomes too much, and I was rapidly nearing that point. Losing control of myself, merely hunting the pleasure my delectable mother-in-law so skilled was providing, I stood up in an abrupt movement, pushing my chair backwards, but holding Molly onto my cock with my hands. With a fervor and complete lack of consideration for anything but my needs that I would never admit myself capable of, I fucked her mouth. Hard, fast strokes, in and out, holding the defenseless woman still with my hands while I took my pleasure from her, with or without her consent, listening to her gag and watching her drool as she struggled to accommodate the onslaught.
"Fuuuuck, Molly!" I finally gasped and felt the well-known waves of bliss crash through me. It was ten times any orgasm I'd ever experienced before. The power, the build-up, everything... it was an incredible feeling, and I jammed my cock into her face and held it there while pleasure rushed through me.
Then I collapsed back onto my chair, finally letting go of Molly. I knew I should feel ashamed of how I'd treated her - she'd made it so good for me, and I had just abused her in return but I felt too good. Nothing else mattered except the exhausted feeling of well-being I experienced.
And what did my poor, abused mother-in-law do? Well, she certainly didn't scream or cry at me. Instead, she stayed on her knees and gently took my still-somewhat-stiff member in her mouth, nursing it down from its high.
It tried to respond to her touch, but was so utterly spent that it had to give in and shrink back down to travel-size. She continued caressing it slowly with her mouth until she, with a final kiss, put it back inside my boxers and pulled them up. Then, with a little shuffling around and some assistance from me, she closed my pants and stood up.
"Eeef dere's nothing else, Monsiour, I 'ave to go cleen the keetchen," she said, a little hoarse and curtsied. And then I watched that round sexy ass sway out of my office with the growing feeling that this was all unreal.
--
The rest of day went about as usual. That is, if usual is having your extremely attractive mother-in-law flirt with you and try to be 'caught' in compromising situations. Like reeeeally leaning in to hand you the salt at dinner, showing off the deep cleavage the low-cut blouse that she'd put on after getting out of the maid-outfit gave her. Or bending over at the waist when checking on the potatoes in the oven, letting her skirt slide up over the stocking-tops, showing off her creamy white thighs above them.
Yeah, this was what counted for normal around here now, apparently. Still, even if she didn't seem to harbour me any resentment, I felt guilty for the way I had behaved. The post-orgasmic high had faded and I was once more Ordinary-Rick, and Ordinary-Rick felt bad for fucking a woman's face.
"Listen, Molly," I began as we sat at the dinner-table.
"Yeah?"
"About ehm... earlier, you know. I'm sorry about... well, it..." I tried to apologise but it wasn't exactly easy. 'Sorry for raping your mouth' is not an apology I'd ever have to give before!
"Shh... Rick," she interrupted my feeble attempts, "it's okay. You needed it, and it was hot! The way you cut loose and just took what you wanted? God, I was so wet, I wanted to hump your leg!" She gave me an alluring smile, and I nearly lost my breath. But even so...
"Okay, yeah, but still... it must have been... really uncomfortable... me being so... ehm..."
"Rough? Eager? Controlling?" she finished for me, "uncomfortable, yeah, sure. It hurt. But I hurt so good! You gotta understand that once you get me going... and you really get me going, Rick," her voice got a little thick at that, "I'm up for almost anything."
"I eh..."
"You don't need to understand it, you know. You just need to know it's true. And if there's something you wanna do, just do it. We can always figure out if it's a future no-go afterwards," she said earnestly. I didn't quite understand it all but it seemed like she was giving me a carte blanche.
--
For the rest of the night, we were a normal couple. Which was surprisingly easy to be with Molly. We meshed well together and had a nice night with some Netflix and a little wine - not too much this time around, though. She was very eager to cuddle, and it felt both very nice and hell-worthy at the same time. Yeah, twice (well, three times, actually, but I couldn't really remember last night...) I had been Christie unfaithful, but sex is sex, you know? This somehow felt worse, cuddling up with her mother like this, feeling her soft body against mine constantly.
A slightly awkward moment arrived when it was time for bed... and Molly just naturally followed me into mine and Christie's bedchamber. I was about to object but she just looked at me, stubborn and begging at the same time, and I caved in.
We fell asleep in each other's arms. I had no idea what she was thinking but I was trying to find a way out of this. Torn between Molly's and my shared need for each other and my love for my wife.
Unsurprisingly, there was no way out.
--
The best way to wake up? That morning, I found out that it's with my mother-in-law's lips wrapped around my cock. I got pulled from my dreams by an intensifying feeling of arousal, and as I opened my eyes I looked down my body to find Molly happily sucking on my cock that had risen to the occasion without me even being conscious.
"I... Molly?" I asked, confused and aroused.
"Oh good, you're awake," she grinned and without any more delay, she swung one of her shapely legs over my body, ending up straddling me. With experienced ease, she guided my rock-hard dick into her wet, welcoming pussy.
"Oh yeah!" she moaned as she sank down on it, letting gravity impale her on my grateful prick, "oh fuck..."
"Ah... Molly..." I gasped, still disoriented but quickly catching up as arousal shot through me at being engulfed by my sexy lover.
"Oh Rick," she panted as she began slowly bouncing up and down on me, "oh, so biiiig! God, I've wanted this since you fucked my face yesterday..."
She was quite a sight as she rode me, her large proud breasts bouncing freely, her taut stomach-muscles straining to keep her going and her beautiful face contorted in pleasure. It didn't take long before I started to thrust up into her, meeting her on the down-stroke. I grabbed her hips for leverage and used them to guide her movements - pressing her down as I shot up, trying to bury myself fully in her wonderfully soft pussy. Despite being a somewhat slow learner when it came to the brave new world of experimental sex, I was picking up on what Molly liked, and Molly really liked me being in charge. The natural way, she yielded control to me, the way she moved, the louder moans, the... the energy she excluded when I took charge was too much even for me to miss.
"Rick..." she gasped, and I found myself fucking her harder and faster. She was so hot, I couldn't help myself! And she eagerly followed suit, bouncing up and down on my cock.
"Rick, please... here..." she moaned and grasped my hands and led them up to her stiff nipples. It broke our rhythm, but only for a second before we found each other again.
Her nipples were hard and extremely sensitive - at least if the little scream she gave when I squeezed them was any indicator!
"Please... harder..." she begged, and I readily granted that request, pinching them with my nails 'till I was worried I'd break the skin (or I would have been worried, had I been conscious of anything but fucking the brains out of the little sex-goddess above me!) while hammering up into her. Without really meaning to, I began using her tits as counterweights, pulling down on them as I thrust upwards, and it drove Molly insane.
"Oh, fuck! Oh fuck, it hurts! Yeees! Fuck me, fuck me! Punish my tits, God I love it! I loooove it! Hurt them, hurt me, just keep fucking meeee!" she screeched and she rode me like a possessed, hunting the big O. Where I'd normally would have been quite shocked by her words, now I was so caught up in the whole dominance-thing that she'd pushed me into, that they only fuelled my arousal.
"Riiiick... I'm so close... Oh GOD!" she gasped, "Oh fuck me... Fuck your mother-in-law!! Yes! She's bad, punish her! I need it so bad... make me cum! God, Rick, make me cum and I'll be your slut forever...!"
And with that, her entire body convulsed into spasms, and she wailed her orgasm out!
"YEEEES! OH YES!" she screamed as she came, and I gave her nipples a last, savage twist and thrust my cock as hard as I could into her one last time, while watching Molly cum. Gasping and moaning, she pulled herself up, pulling her stiff nipples from my grasping hands and just sat on me, rocking back and forth on my cock, milking every last drop of pleasure from her orgasm.
"Oh... oh wow..." she muttered a little while later when she finally regained the ability to speak. She looked down at me with a loving smile, "that was... wow..."
"You're really something," I said in awe, smiling back.
"Mhm, something good I hope," she purred and leaned down for a long, tender kiss. Her tits lay as soft weights against my chest, and my arms encircled her as we made out, my cock still hard and ready deep inside her.
"That was great, Rick," she smiled at me.
"Yeah..." I agreed, not really knowing how to proceed from here. I mean, I was gonna get my rocks off one way or the other, I was sure. Molly was definitely not one to leave me hanging! I wouldn't mind a little head, like yesterday, and I had a feeling that she'd let me cum on her face, like in the movies... but how to ask for something like that?
"And you deserve a reward," she continued, her smile turning impish. I thought she'd read my mind, when she lifted herself off of me, letting my still-hard and very wet dick loose but instead of crawling off me and going down on me, she repositioned herself a little and grabbed my cock, aiming it upwards.
As she once again lowered herself down on me while still holding me, it finally dawned on me what she had planned.
"Oh God," I breathed, "really?" Yeah, not the smartest comment, I know but I was so caught off guard. I felt like a kid being promised the biggest toy in the store - thinking it was too good to be true, but still hopeful and excited.
"Unnh..." she groaned as my cock met with her tight, little asshole and pressed through, "yeah, really. What, you've... never had... anal before?" She smiled that naughty smile of hers down at me as she sloooowly lowered herself downwards.
It felt like nothing before. She was tight, so impossible tight but soft and yielding at the same time, and it was so... forbidden, dirty. I was doing something 'wrong' just for the sheer hell of it.
"Ahh... no," I admitted.
"Ooooh... you're so goddamn big," she gasped, pain and excitement clearly visible on her face as her ass fought to accommodate the invading tool, "that's too bad though," she continued our 'conversation' in a strained voice, "never had a little ass-slut before? Oh, yeah, sooo biiig..."
And finally I was all the way inside. Her ass held me in a vice-like grip that I never wanted to be released from while she just sat upon me, getting used to the large, foreign object in her ass.
"This is so hot," I told her as I looked up upon her, "you're so hot."
"Why, thank you," she grinned and ever so slowly started rocking back and forth on me, rubbing my dick with her ass' wonderful, tight grip.
"Mhm... Rick..." she murmured, getting into it. She lifted herself up a bit and let herself fall back down, impaling her ass on my dick. I got into it, following her moves and thrust upwards, like we had only a moment before when I'd fucked her through her orgasm.
"Yeees," she said with a sharp intake of breath, "you like that? You like fucking my ass?"
"God yes!" I exclaimed and underlined my point with a good, hard thrust, making her cry out.
"So biiig!" she gasped, "I love it! I love your big, fat cock, Rick!"
"And it loves you," I answered with a grin and grabbed a hold of her hips, using them for leverage. I knew I wouldn't last long like this; she was so hot, and this short morning had already overloaded my senses - from waking with my dick in her mouth to fucking her to fucking her tight ass.
We sped up, both needing more and more. Her ass accepted my vigorous thrusts, and the sensations were quickly becoming too much for me. But I wanted more! I hammered up into her, as hard as I could and tried my damnedest to think about baseball... money... work... anything else than my slutty mother-in-law's hot, tight ass around my cock.
"Fuck!" I muttered and with a sudden movement, I rolled us around. Though surprised, she followed my lead, and we ended up with her on her back and me between her spread legs, still buried hilt-deep in her ass. The angle was a bit awkward, but we made it work.
And I fucked her. Hard, fast, hammering down into her welcoming little ass with abandon, not caring about anything but the wonderful sensations I received.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she moaned for every hard thrust that shook her body, "Oh, fuck! Punish me, Rick! Oh, God, I'm so bad, I need you. Hurt me! Please... I need you..."
I was barely paying attention to her babbling, all that mattered was forcing my cock into her, again and again, to get as much out of this before it was too late - and that particular deadline was fast approaching. Her ass massaging my dick was quickly making me lose what little control I had.
"Fuuuuck!" I growled and with one last, hard thrust that shook the entire bed, I emptied myself into my mother-in-law's tight ass and more or less collapsed on top of her. We lay there for a while, catching our breaths and just feeling one another, me still buried inside her bowels.
Then she slipped out from underneath me and went to the bathroom (and I noticed with equal pride and embarrassment that she walked a little funny...) and came back with a wet washcloth. Dutifully, she knelt down next to me on the bed and started cleaning my spent dick.
"Normally, I'd do this with my mouth, "she told me with an apologetic smile, "but I hadn't planned this, so I didn't clean me beforehand..."
"Ehh... sure," I answered, not completely comprehending her meaning, "you hadn't planned this?"
"Well, to get fucked, sure," she winked at me, "but the backdoor-action was more of a spur of the moment-kinda-thing."
"Ah. Well, it was a great spur," I declared.
"It was indeed..." She looked down at my clean cock and bent down and took it all into her mouth for a quick suck. I took a sharp intake of breath at this but she pulled off again, threw the washcloth into the bathroom and snuggled up to me.
--
Now that I had fucked her pussy, mouth and ass, Molly seemed to have decided that I was hers. Or, perhaps more accurately, that she was mine. She took every little excuse she could find to touch me, whether on the arm in a flirtatious way, or on the crotch in a more I-want-you slutty way, or to kiss me. She managed to rub her ass or tits against me an impressive amount of times. Slow as I may be, I was getting the distinct feeling that she was not at all unhappy with how things were progressing, and she was definitely looking for more.
It made me realise a something - so far, she'd been the initiator for every single sex-tryst we'd had. That wasn't odd, though, seeing how she was the seducer and I was the (happily?) married man. At the same time though, we both wanted me to dominate her. She happily slid into a submissive role, once I started to assert dominance, and the sex got so much... wilder, better.
But if I was the top-dog, shouldn't I also decide when and where we fucked? In a way, that made sense, considering all that had happened yesterday and this morning - but on the other hand, it went against everything I had thought I knew about women. Then again, so did Molly...
I was quietly debating these ideas as I watched Molly clean the table after lunch. She knew my eyes were on her as I sat and nursed the last of my coffee, so she made sure to wiggle that hot ass of hers with every little step.
"Oops," she giggled as she dropped a knife, right by my chair. With heavily accented movements, she bent over to pick it up, her skirt riding up her shapely thighs, up past her stocking-tops to give me tantalising glimpses of her teeny panties.
Without at any point making a conscious decision, I suddenly found my hand sliding up under her skirt, feeling the soft skin of her round ass. Feeling me groping her, she stayed in 'position' allowing free roam across her glorious buttocks.
When my other hand joined in feeling her up, she bowed down a little further and grabbed hold of her ankles, trying to sturdy herself and giving me the best possible access to her sexy behind.
"Find something you like?" she asked, giving me a teasing look up over her shoulder. As she said that, I slid a couple of fingers in under her panties and felt her moistening slit.
"I did indeed," I grinned as she took a sharp intake of breath at my probing fingers.
"Mhm... yesss..." she sighed when I found her clit stroked it, "Ahh... more..."
I stayed focused on her clit, rubbing and pinching it, eliciting gasps of desire. Finally, she let go of her ankles and put her hands on the floor, just to steady herself. Keeping one hand on her cunt, keeping the fire there burning, I put the other on her lower back and gently pushed her down.
She got the message and obeyed my silent instruction, going down on knees and elbows, holding her ass high for our shared enjoyment. Moaning quietly, she moved with me, trying to increase the pressure on her pleasure-spots.
I was in a bad angle though, so I went down to the floor next to her, one hand rubbing her clit while the other went exploring the gorgeous mounds under her blouse. In beneath her bra, I found her nipple and from just a gentle caress, it eagerly hardened.
Clit and nipple well in hand, I found a good rhythm, pinching and stroking both, keeping them stimulated while she almost shook with desire, trying to rub against my fingers without breaking the rhythm. Despite an ache from unfamiliar movements and unpleasant angles spreading in my wrist and hand, I found that I really, really enjoyed this. Sure, it wasn't fucking, but giving her pleasure like this - being in control of her and turning her on like this was definitely something. With a wicked grin, I slowed down my right hand in her cunt, spreading my fingers so as to gain less contact and friction with her needy little nubbin. She reacted instantly, trying to hump my hand, but to no avail.
"Please..." she whined, rotating her hips, seeking the pleasure of my hand, "please..."
"Please what?" I asked and stroked two fingers quickly across her clit, then left it alone, making take a quick breath before sighing in desire and frustration.
"Please... more..." she gasped, moving around, trying to catch my fingers against her clit. She looked up at me with eyes burning with need and desire, silently begging for more.
"More of... this?" I asked, giving her five or six fast strokes while I pinched her nipple hard between my nails.
"AH! Yeees!" she gasped, "Yes, please!"
I gave her what she wanted, stroking her hard little clit, but excruciatingly slowly, giving her what she wanted, without really letting her have it.
"Sir, please! I need to cum, please!" she begged, as she once again tried to hump my hand.
Sir? She called me sir? That was a strange turn-on, to be honest, especially in her needy tone of voice. I wasn't sure just what it meant or entailed, but it felt... exciting!
"Please, Sir... let me cum. I'll do anything... please..." she begged, "I'll be good, so good..."
This was getting intense!
"Anything, you say?" I wondered while pinching her nipple hard between my nails, making her gasp.
"Oh yes, Sir! Anything!"
"You're really desperate, huh?" I grinned evilly, trying to play the role as the cruel master while raking my brain for something... something suitably degenerate for this whole situation.
"Yeees! Please, Sir, I need to cum. Please, let your little slut cum! Please...!"
"I'm gonna... I'm gonna fuck your mouth first," I said slowly while scratching her clit with my nails, "gonna stick my dick down your throat and cum on your face before you get to cum. How does that sound... slut?" Not terribly original, perhaps, seeing as how we'd already done that but... damn, it had been hot!
"Yes... Yes, Sir, please fuck my mouth!" she gasped, "fuck me wherever you want!"
I let go of her, stood up and unzipped my pants. My heart hammered in my throat as I prepared to violate my mother-in-law's beautiful face... it was so wrong but God, I wanted it!
She knelt up, and I lead my iron-hard dick out of my boxers and into her warm, waiting mouth.
I was... well, it felt like I was someone else as I grabbed the back of her skull with both hands and started to fuck her. Hard. Fast. It was... unbelievable. Power is an incredible aphrodisiac, and though it obviously corrupts, I didn't care. She'd told me to go for it, and now we were going to see if she meant that.
She gagged and drooled as I hammered into her mouth, only giving her brief, occasional breathing-pauses before continuing the onslaught.
"Fuck Molly!" I grunted, "so hot! I love this!!"
She didn't respond, staying still with her mouth full of cock and her hands clasped behind her back, allowing me full use of her throat. And I took full advantage of it, I can guarantee you that! Tears were streaming down her cheeks as I gave her another short break, she gasped for air before opening up again, letting me into her mouth and down her throat once more.
"Fuck! Fuck!" I gasped, barely coherent, eyeing nothing but my own pleasure and desire. I had no idea how long we had been fucking - or rather, how long I had been fucking - but I knew it wouldn't be much longer.
"God... Molly..." I gasped and tore my dick out of her mouth. One, two, three strokes, and a cascade of cum spewed out over her upturned face and into her open mouth, gasping for breath. Three waves landed on her, the first across her forehead, the second in her hair and the final across her upper lip.
"Oh... wow..." I gasped, looking down at my mother-in-law with her face painted with my cum, sexual satisfaction and pride mixed with guilt at how I'd treated her. Had I crossed the line? What was I turning into?
"Mhm, wow indeed," she smiled and gently took my dick in hand and took it into her moth once again, her tongue licking my spent cock. Once all traces of sperm were cleaned off, she pulled it out again, and, with a wicked grin up at me, scooped the cum on her lip up with her fingers and put them in her mouth.
"Mhm... tasty..." she smiled up at me, while my dick was desperately and fruitlessly trying to regain its hardness at her lewd display.
"God, Molly," I said, "you're so hot, you belong in porn..."
"Heh, thank you, dear," she grinned before continuing in a more somber mode, "now, Sir, you promised me release..."
"I did? Yeah, I guess I did..." I grinned, "lay back."
Obediently, she laid down on her back, her legs spreading almost automatically, welcoming me in. I knelt down next to her, my right hand finding her wet pussy, my left her large boob with the still-hard nipple. And there, on the kitchen-floor with cum still drying on her face, I rubbed my gorgeous mother-in-law to a loud orgasm.
- - -
The next two days were... wonderful. Molly showed me sexual adventures I'd never even dreamt existed, and the sexual high of having the beautiful milf at my beck and call carried me through the dark times when I worried about Christie's return. We slept in our bed every night, and waking up next to her was surprisingly easy to get use to - and to thoroughly enjoy.
But two days later I stood here, in the airport, waiting for my wife. I was a wreck but tried my best not to show, not to fidget. I had to be strong... calm... cool, until I could figure out what I was going to do about this whole situation.
"I love my wife, I love my wife, I love my wife," I mumbled under my breath, and - for the umpteenth time since I left my house - I wished I'd told myself that on that fateful night when I fell under Molly's spell.
But that was a lie, I knew. Honestly, I had no regrets - just thinking about Molly now made my heart beat a little faster... and my dick twitch a little.
"Honey!" I heard from my right and looked over to see my wife stride towards me. She wore a dark-grey dress that fit her tall, slender body so well. How the short, curvy Molly was related to the thin, elfish blonde smiling at me was a mystery to the entire family. We hugged and kissed - chaste and decent, like I knew she preferred in public (well, actually, that's how she preferred it generally a major difference between her and her mother, I couldn't help but think), and I took her bag, listening to her chat about her trip and the long, boring meetings, all the while feeling like, well, like a scumbag.
On the drive home, I'm pretty sure she picked up on my unease (she's a shrink, after all) because she quieted down and gave me her analysing look. Whenever she gets this really intense look in her eyes, I know she's gathering all the information she can - from my words, actions and even movements - and trying to piece something together... too often with precision-like accuracy. I had to counter that. I couldn't risk talking about Molly, or I might give everything away, so I began talking. It came out a little suspicious, I think but I managed to throw off my trail by going over everything that had happened while she was away - well, without mentioning her mother, of course.
At home, Molly had dressed down (both a relief and a disappointment, to be honest) and didn't greet me by kneeling down and offering a blowjob, so, you know, so far so good.
"Hey dear!" she smiled and hugged Christie when we got indoors, "and Rick!" I got a hug as well, longer and more heartfelt, her huge boobs pressing against my chest. Then she led us into the kitchen where the coffee was ready.
What should have been a cozy day wasn't. Not to me at least, but I think between Molly and myself, we managed to fool Christie. I couldn't really relax though but was constantly on my guard, making sure not to let anything about what really happened the last few days slip. Christie remained rather quiet, also through the nice meal that Molly made us, but we acted normal, and I was sure we managed to keep her in the dark.
Well, we mostly acted normal. My dear mother-in-law didn't seem to be quiet on the same page as me. Whenever Christie wasn't looking, she gave me some risque shows, like rubbing the stilk of her wineglass suggestively or pulling down at her shirt while leaning forward, showing me that supple cleavage I was so in love with. While Christie was in the bathroom, she gave a carrot a very convincing blowjob, keeping eye-contact with me while the orange stick slid in and out of her lips. I tried to get her to cut it out! Christie was home and we were just mother and son-in-law again but somehow she didn't believe I was sincere. Maaaaybe because my eyes were fixed on her mouth as she pleasured that lucky carrot, remembering how many times it'd been my dick between those soft, hungry lips.
Luckily, nothing lasts forever, not even dinner or the awkward night infront of Netflix watching some inane show about nothing. I was relieved when Molly announced she was going to bed - though the smouldering, inviting look she cast me as she said it didn't exactly ease my discomfort.
"I'm so glad you're home," I whispered to my wife and kissed her neck and let my hand run down her back, "I've missed you..." We were in bed, and though sex with Christie was nothing like with her mother, I really needed to be with my wife tonight. To feel her under me. To see her writhe in orgasmic bliss.
To get my world realigned.
"I've missed you too, Rick, but... I'm... I'm just really tired," she answered, the apology clear in her voice.
"Honeeey..." I all but begged and kissed her ear, "you've been gone for a week..." Normally a week isn't long for us to go without sex (truth be told, at this point we hadn't slept together for a month), and normally I'd readily accept her refusal. But... I needed her tonight.
"I'm really sorry..." she said, and I knew she meant it. Sex had always been one of Christie's weak spots. It was like a chore to her. Maybe I was just bad at it but she'd never liked it and only agreed to please me. I knew that, and since I knew that, I always felt bad when I managed to convince her for a roll in the hay.
"It's okay," I sighed and rolled over on my back, "I understand."
"Maybe tomorrow," she offered, and I grunted noncommitting. We said out goodnights and went to sleep.
Only sleep wouldn't come to me. Christie was obviously tired as she soon drifted off but I stayed awake. Maybe it was bad conscience, maybe I was just horny but I kept seeing Molly; the way she'd been before Christie had left, gloomy and miserable and now, radiant and sexy. It made me feel good, in a very bad way. I had betrayed my wife and the love of my life but had brought light back into the life of another woman - one that I was rapidly falling in love with.
About an hour after Christie's breathing had found the steady rhythm of sleep, I couldn't take it anymore. I had to see Molly, if only to tell her that we couldn't see each other anymore. As carefully as possible I snuck out of bed and tiptoed out of the room. Sneaking around in my own house, feeling like a kid breaking curfew didn't exactly make me feel any better but it was the best for everyone. Christie couldn't know of this. I couldn't handle her knowing about this.
Besides, it was for her own good. Once I'd told Molly that we were over but that I'd still be there for her in a platonic way, everything would be better. Christie and I would return to our loving, if sexless, marriage and Molly... well, maybe she could try Internet-dating?
The thought of my sexy mother-in-law dating someone else made my stomach churn and gave me a bitter, angry taste in my mouth, and I decidedly pushed the thought away.
I reached her room and paused. She was most likely asleep. What then? Should I wake her up? Was that really my plan? I had definitely not thought this through.
Well, I couldn't stay here all night! If she was awake, we would talk, if not - well, it was a warm night, she might not even be covered, so the trip wouldn't have been wasted...
Jeez, I'd become a creep. New plan: if she was awake, we would talk, of not, I would close my eyes and leave her alone and go back to bed. Like a non-creep.
I opened the door ever so quietly, and I was encouraged by the dim light of her night-lamb - if she'd the light on, she was awake, probably reading.
"Hello Rick," her low, sensual voice greeted me and I pushed the door open. My jaw hit the floor when the vision that was my mother-in-law appeared before me.
She was laying on her side on the bed, her head resting on one arm, while the other rested on her thigh - her naked thigh. She was wearing only lacy, purple bra and matching panties. My eyes slid over her glorious body, stopping at her tits that were mashed together by the bra to create that cleavage I loved so much, before continuing down to her crotch. When she noticed where my eyes were fixed, she opened her legs invitingly and smiled hungrily at me.
"Molly, I..." I feebly began. We had to stop this. I had to stop this. I had to be calm and rational and not stare at those huge tits that were right there, just begging to be touched, licked... bitten.
"I was waiting for you, Rick. I've missed you sooo much," she said and her hand wandered down between her thighs, rubbing her panties slightly. In my boxers, my cock reacted very favourably to her lewd display and raised a very noticeable tent. I should have put something on before coming here!
"I don't..." I began, battling my traitorous dick but I didn't get any further. She crawled up on her knees, sitting hunched forward, making it impossible for me to look away from her tits. God, they were huge...
"I need you, Rick," she breathed and suddenly the elastic band in my boxers were below my erect dick, freeing it in its naked glory. Barely in control anymore, I stepped forward until my hard rod was pointing straight at her lips. She opened them and welcomed me into her warm mouth.
"Oh God..." I muttered and grabbed a hold of her soft hair and used it to press my dick further into her sucking mouth. It felt so good! And it... it made me angry. Looking back, I still can't really explain it but as I looked down at my sexy, wonderful mother-in-law gobbling up my iron-hard prick pissed me off. It wasn't fair that it felt so good with Molly and not at all with Christie.
"Fuck," I muttered and hammered my crotch into her face, my cock easily sliding down her throat that welcomed its invading presence. Oh God...
She gagged and pulled back a bit, grabbed a mouthful of air and dove back in again, letting my cock slide back into her throat, milking me as best she could - and she was good at it! Her willingness, her eagerness was so arousing - and in my current state, so infuriating! Holding her head still, I fucked her face like a madman. I fucked like I'd seen in porn, and it felt fucking good! The slut had it coming too! She deserved it, and she got it! At one point, I hit her at juuust the right angle and with juuust enough force that she actually threw up around my dick. Not that that slowed her down, she continued slobbering over my hard tool, cleaning up any mess she made.
I finally pulled her off my cock and with a grip of her hair, I forced her to look up at me.
"Fucking slut. So sexy, such a great fuck... you just have it all, don't you?" I hissed at her.
"I do now," she smiled up at me.
Slap! I don't even know what happened but suddenly my right hand connected with her cheek in with a loud smacking-sound. I sickened myself but I couldn't stop and pushed her backwards
"On your knees... cunt," I commanded menacingly, and she instantly obeyed, twisting around and presenting me with her nice tight ass, barely covered by her thong-panties. Pulling it aside I found her cunt that was already more than ready. I ran my finger down her labia, and it got wet - she was drenched!
"Fucking slut," I muttered. I couldn't even be cruel to her without her getting wet off of it. Without hesitation, my cock ploughed its way inside her, filling her tight cunt.
"Uhh!" she gasped and I reached out and grabbed her long, dark hair with one hand and her shoulder with the other. Using them as leverage and control, I rode her hard, my fingers digging into her skin.
"Oh, Riiiick!" she gasped as I pulled her head backwards and met my every thrust, fucking me back as hard as she could.
"That's Sir to you... slut!" I growled, let go of her shoulder and slapped her ass as hard as I could - hard enough to make my hand sting.
"I'm sorry, Sir! Please punish me, please fuck me, oh it feels so gooood!" she moaned and I spanked that sexy ass again and again while fucking her. It didn't take long before her moaning sounds grew to an orgasm, and I grabbed her hips and fucked her with all my strength, just forcing my cock into her again and again. Hard and fast, I hunted my own orgasm, and barely even registered that she came again, rubbing her own clit as I took her.
"I'm gonna... gonna cum...!" I finally gasped and my entire world exploded for a second, everything turning to bliss and pleasure. I grunted and lunged deep into her one last time, emptying my balls in her cunt.
"Ah... fuck..." I mumbled and collapsed on top of her, delightfully spent. For one long, wonderful moment, everything was right in the world, and I felt great.
Then it all came crashing back.
I had done it again. I had betrayed Christie again - while she was in the house!
And I'd hit my mother-in-law. A woman whose only crime was helping me with my betrayal - I mean, I could just have stayed the fuck out of her room, as I should have. What did I think would happen once I came in here? And what kind of a man hits a woman?
"I'm..." I started and rolled off this delicious woman, my dick sliding out of her slippery pussy, and ending up on my back, "Jesus Christ! I'm so sorry, Molly..." I hid my face in my hands, not able or willing to look at her.
"Shh... Rick, it's okay..." she tried to soothe me. Like I knew she would. She should be mad at me but instead she put her arms around me. Her soft body felt so good against me, and it was far, far more than I deserved.
"I don't know what's happening to me. I hit you, and I betrayed Christine - the two women I love. I... I shouldn't be here," I said and tried to get up but my lovely mother-in-law held me down.
"Rick, listen. It's fine. It was a little slap and I'm okay. More than okay, it was actually kinda hot. I love when you take control like that," she said, "I told you, remember? I like a lot of different stuff... if you wanna slap me that's fine - go for it."
Her words and the soothing feel of her body gradually calmed me down, but still: "Yeah, but we're still fucking around behind Christie's back," I pointed out.
"Maybe... maybe we should talk to her?" she suggested slowly, "I mean... I mean, we love her and she loves us. Maybe we could... work something out?"
"I... don't know about that," I answered after some consideration, "it feels so wrong, what we're doing. Why would she be okay with that?"
"Well, seeing as you came here on the night she returned after having been gone a week, I'm gonna take a guess that your sexlife isn't exactly stellar. And from what I know about you, I'm gonna guess that it's by her choice. Or maybe not choice, but it was her idea that the two of you didn't have sex tonight."
"I... she was tired," I shrugged, loyally defending my wife though I'd had the same thoughts half an hour ago.
"She's often tired around bedtime, isn't she?" Molly wondered.
"Well, yeah, that's why she goes to bed," I couldn't help but grin and she smiled in return: "You know what I mean."
"Yeah, I guess," I shrugged, "I'll think about it."
We talked for a while longer before I kissed her goodnight - a long, longing goodnight-kiss that left us both wanting more - and slipped through the house to the master-bedroom.
Where my very awake wife was waiting for me.
Busted.
Shit.
"Hey there, Rick," she said calmly.
"Christie..." was all I managed. I stood by the door, frozen, not knowing what the hell to do or say.
"I must say," she said after a little while, "that I'm a little disappointed. I'd have thought you could at least stay in our bed a couple of nights before seeking the embrace of your new paramour."
"I... you knew?" I asked bewildered.
"Of course I knew! You were so nervous on the ride home that you practically screamed 'I have a secret!' and my mother suddenly wearing clothes and make-up? And being happy? And you constantly avoiding talking about her or to her? Two plus two is still four, no?" she said tersely.
"I'm... I don't know what to say, Christie," I admitted, feeling foolish.
"Well, you could start by apologising for trying to deceit me!" her words cut like a knife.
"I'm... well, I AM sorry. I just... I don't know what happened but I'm so sorry, I hurt you," I said and sat down on the bed, staring hard at my hands in my lap.
"Look at me, Rick," she demanded and I raised my eyes to hers, "what happened?"
I shrugged but then tried to explain. That first night of wine and beautiful, female seduction and the confused next morning, Molly's (at then reasonable) explanation that we both needed attention and the spiral downwards into sexual bliss.
"I love you and I love her," I finished, "and don't know what to do or even feel..."
"So, she's that good a fuck?" she asked in a strained voice. I flinched at her words but couldn't deny it, so I answered: "Yeah, I guess. But it's not just that - not just physical. I do love her... but yeah, the physical part is... is nice too."
She flinched as if my words hurt her and I could see a sharp answer was on the tip of her tongue. But she didn't say the words. Instead, she got a thoughtful, almost melancholic look on her face. The silence seemed to last forever, until she sighed deeply.
"I know I haven't been the best wife either. I'm... I'm not like my mother, I don't like... sex. But I do love you, Rick, and... and even as much as it hurt, when you left my bed, I don't want to lose you," she said in a pained voice.
"Hey, you're not gonna lose me," I tried to assure her.
"Yes, I am. You've already shown that. You need physical intimacy, and you desire it so much that you're ready to desert me for it. No, don't deny it," she ordered and held up her hand to quell my protests, "so... well, I guess, if I'm not willing to lose you, I have to share you."
"Wait, share me?" I asked incredulous.
"Yes," she said and straightened up with a deep breath, "share you. But only with mom. No strange sluts, just me and mom."
"You're not serious. I mean, come on, Christie?" I said in disbelief.
"You were more than happy about it when you thought I didn't know," she pointed out, "what's different now?"
"But... would you be okay with this?" I asked.
"If... if you love me and continue to love me, I can give a little piece of you to my mother. I love her too, you know... You want this or not?"
"Of course! It's exactly what I want. It's like having my cake and eating it at the same time!" I exclaimed.
"Don't!" she ordered, "don't tell me what you do to her! It's my mom you're talking about!"
I looked uncomprehendingly at her for a little while before I got her drift, "I didn't mean it like... No, I wasn't-"
And then I noticed her little smile and knew she was playing me, "ah, Christie! Really?"
She just laughed at me., "you should have seen your face!"
I crawled across the bed to her and hugged while we both still laughed, and it felt like that laugh saved our marriage. We hugged for a long while until we finally felt asleep.
--
"This show is so bad," Christie declared. She was leaning against me on the couch with my arm around her shoulder while we watched the fifth season of Project Runway, and she was right - it really was bad.
"Aw, come on! We can't watch boring documentaries all the time," Molly answered. She too was leaning against me with my arm around her shoulder - though she managed to turn in such as way (with a little help from me, perhaps) so my hand was resting against her boob.
It'd been a week since Christie had come home and we'd had our talk, and we were still feeling things out. Still, it was pretty great, I must admit.
"Whatever. I've had enough - I'm going to bed. Coming Rick?" she asked me as she stood up.
"Eh... In a bit. Like, half an hour or so," I told her, my hand unconsciously squeezing my mother-in-law's tit - hopefully without Christie noticing. This was all still new, and I didn't want to rub her nose in it or anything.
"Okay," she said and she bent down to give me a quick kiss. Then she shot a quick look at her mother.
"Night, Mom... enjoy," she said with a little smile as she turned and walked out the living-room.
"Goodnight, dear. Love you!" her mother called to her retreating back. As soon as my wife was out of the room, my hand became a lot more insisting on Molly's wonderful breast, and I lost what little focus I had had on the silly reality-show.
When I heard my wife's steps on the stairs I bent down and whispered into Molly's ear: "Get naked, and get me hard."
She looked up at me with a loving smile, before getting up and shredding her clothes, top and bra gone in seconds, pants getting kicked off her shapely leg a few seconds later and finally the panties hid the floor, leaving my mother-in-law naked and ready for the second part of her task. She dropped to her knees and with her tits gently swaying beneath her, she crawled back to the couch and in between my spread legs.
"Is it cold in here, pet?" I asked and reached down and grabbed an already-hard nipple, rolling it between my fingers. It was a new nickname, I was trying out, and from the eager look in her eyes, it was not one she objected to.
"Must be," she answered with her most cheeky smile as her fingers opened my zipper and pulled my pants down, "or maybe obeying my young, handsome lover and stripping for him and being his pet makes me... hot."
Her words (and well, the look of her naked, willing body and the delightfully heavy boob in my hand) made an impression in my groin as something struggled within my boxers. Like any good, obedient slut would, she helped it out by lowering them.
Now free of its cotton-prison, my dick tried to rise to greet its liberator, who was equally eager to meet it. Both her small, well-manicured hands with the French manicure grasped it and began stroking it, slowly, lovingly.
"Mhm, so biiig," she sighed right before her lips touched it. A quick kiss. Then one more. And another.
"More," I groaned after those little kisses had gone on long enough.
"You mean like this, Sir?" she asked teasingly and planted a kiss right on my dickhead, parting her lips slightly and allowing her tongue to teasingly touch my sensitive flesh.
"No," I growled, "I mean like this!" I grabbed her hair and used it to pull her face down upon my cock, forcing it into her deliciously warm mouth while I thrust upwards, trying to ram as much of my length into her as possible.
"Glag!" she gagged but made no other move to protest let alone try to resist. Instead, she obediently started sucking, following my rhythm as I forced her head up and down my soon-hard cock.
"Muuuuch better..." I sighed but still didn't relent of even just give some of the control back to her. I loved being in charge, and the knowledge that she loved me being in charge at least as much, only made it all the sweeter.
"Oh fuck yeah," I gasped, "oh, you're so good with a cock in your mouth."
"Rankh rou, Rir," she gagged-answered, my cock distorting her speech in a rather erotic way.
"Shh..." I shushed her gently and forced her lips all the way down to my pelvis, "don't talk with your mouth full. Just... suck..."
She obediently stayed with her nose buried in my pubic hair, her throat milking my shaft trying to swallow all that I gave to it. She grew red in the face and soon her eyes were brimming with tears that ran down her cheeks but still she remained faithfully still, silently worshipping my dick. God, she was hot!
"Fuck, you're sexy. Oh, it feels so good. You're doing so great, little pet," I muttered, encouraging her devotion. Not that she really needed much encouragement - despite how unpleasant it must have been for her, It wasn't until the lack of oxygen made her instincts take over that she pulled her face off of me. She took two deep breaths and then she attacked my dick again, swallowing it whole, once again resting her face in my pubics.
"It's okay," I said and pulled her off again.
"Thank... you... Sir..." she said, breathing hard. She looked a mess: tear-streaks down her face, drool hanging in strands from her mouth down her shirt and she struggled just to breathe. All just to please a whim of mine.
God, she was sexy. And she was all mine.
"Get that skirt off," I ordered, and soon her black skirt flew through the air, leaving her naked from the waist down. Since 'the talk' with Christie a week ago, I had begun to assert my control and dominance over my sexy mother-in-law more and more - and one of the ways was a prohibition from wearing panties. So even if we weren't together on any given day, she would still be constantly reminded of and showing her devotion to me.
That pleased us both - immensely.
"Good girl," I muttered as I stroked her hairless pussy that was already more than ready. Her pussy was threatening to overflow, and my fingers were wet and sticky when I let go of her. Wordlessly, I held them up to her mouth and she dutifully licked and sucked them clean.
"On your knees," I commanded and patted the space next to me on the couch. She obeyed and presented me with her sexy, round ass and easy access to her dripping pussy. I gave her a hard kiss on her cheek before crawling up behind her.
"First," I muttered, "some lube..." Without warning I shoved my iron-hard prick up into her cunt, making her gasp in desire. She was so tight, wet and warm... I jammed my cock in and out of her a few times, getting it glistening wet before I pulled out of her. I repositioned it at her other entrance and pushed forward.
"Ngnh..." she grunted and did her best to relax. Slowly but relentlessly, I pressed myself into her, forcing my way into her tightest opening.
"Oh fuck..." I muttered. Her cunt was tight, but this was something else entirely. Her ass squeezed me like her pussy could only dream of and I had to use my strength to keep it from pushing me out.
"You... nhhnnn... you like it, Sir?" she asked in a strained voice.
"Fuck yeah!" I gasped and pushed into her a little harder. Several centimetres of dick vanished into her dark place in one go, and she groaned in pained pleasure.
"You like... Ahhh! You like fucking my ass?" she asked in the same tone.
"Fuck yeah!" I gasped again, not really having anything clever to say. My dick being halfway buried in the sexy woman's ass really turned out to be a challenge for my conversational skills. Who'd have thought?
Instead, I focused on the task at hand, and slowly more and more of me disappeared from view. When I finally was able to rest my pelvis against her soft ass, it was an amazing feeling. For only the second time, I conquered her wondrous ass.
"Now," I said as I slowly withdrew a little, only to push myself back in again, "You'd better get busy in your little, wet cunt..."
"Ngh! Yes, Sir," she said and shifted her weight around a bit, freeing a hand that found its way down between her legs.
"Because when I'm done, you'd better have cum twice already!" I continued and pushed my dick back into her.
"Oh! Ah, yes, Sir. I'll do... my best..." she muttered, and suddenly she started moving around in little, erratic movements. Clearly, her fingers had begun their duty.
"Good. How's your ass feeling?" I wondered.
"Oh... It's fine, Sir," she answered, "I mean-I mean, there's a huge, fucking... oh! cock buried in it but that's all..."
"Good," I muttered and withdrew quite a bit become moving it back in again, making her moan in response. Then again and again, a little harder each time, and soon, I was fucking my little slut's enchantingly tight ass.
"Oh Sir, you're so FUCKING BIG!" she cried, her hand making wet sounds in her cunt as it attempted to obey my command.
"Quiet, slut!" I hissed at her and slapped her ass. After all, Christie was upstairs and probably not asleep yet, so we had to be somewhat respectful.
"Sorry, Sir!" she answered contrite and moaned a bit more quietly, "I'm just... uh, I'm... Fuck, fuck, FUCK!"
Her entire body shook, and I think she bit down on the armrest of the couch to keep from crying out, as she came. Her ass clenched, and it felt like she was trying to squeeze my dick off! Not willing to let her press me out, I tighten my grip on her thighs and shoved my dick into her.
"OH!" she gasped and pressed back against me, and suddenly, I was riding her way, way harder than before, throwing all caution and tenderness aside.
"Jeez, you're so BIIIIG!" she gasped though it didn't sound like a complaint. Her fingers were still busy in her cunt, and her moans of pleasure certainly didn't sound like I was doing anything to her that she didn't want.
Christ, it was good! She was good! It was hot as hell fucking her mouth, and her pussy never failed to get me off but her ass was just something out of this world. And I wasn't gonna hold for much longer. I could already feel the tell-tale signs of a pending explosion. Pleasure and desire roamed through my body, and I wanted more. More fucking. More of that tight ass. More of her submission. More of her enjoyment.
"You'd better... hurry, slut!" I growled, severely out of breath and grabbed her hair, using it for leverage and control... and to feed my sadistic tendencies that had been growing ever since I first stuck my dick in this amazing woman.
"Ah... yes, Sir!" she gasped, "Almost..."
"There'll be no cumming... for you... in a week... if you disobey!" I warned her.
"Oh God...""she cried, "Oh please! Oh God, I love you, Master! Oh, yes, I'm yours! Please, own me! You own me! YOU OWN ME! AAHHHH-" she cut herself short when she bit down on the couch, remembering not to disturb Christie.
Master? Shit, I liked the sound of that! The thought of putting a collar around Molly's neck ignited the slumbering explosion in me, and I groaned as loudly as her hot little ass drained my balls.
"Fuuuck..." I gasped and collapsed on-top of her.
"So... Master?" I asked a few minutes later as I crawled off her and more or less tumbled down into the couch. She had fucked all strength and sense of equilibrium out of me.
"Sorry to spring it on you like that," she answered as she turned around and bent down to my dick, it just seemed so... natural. And when you said you'd forbid me from cumming, it... it seemed like the only appropriate title. Are you mad?"
She took my shrinking cock in her mouth, running her tongue up and down the shaft, getting all juices off it.
"Nono, It's... well, it's insanely hot, actually," I said as I looked at her cleaning me and I knew I'd be going shopping for a collar tomorrow, "we'll discuss this later." When she was satisfied with the state of my cock, she gave it one last kiss and helped me getting my boxers back on.
It was a little awkward as we dressed, seeing as we were heading for different beds but that was the compromise that had been worked out.
"See you tomorrow," I said hesitantly and gave her a half-hearted hug. This was so stupid! I had just fucked her brains out (through her ass!) but now it felt... like we were in-laws again. She hugged me closely, mashing her wondrous tits against me and said: "Goodnight... Master."
I looked at her and that mischivious smile was back.
"Night... pet," I answered with a smile of my own and escorted her up the stairs. I kissed her goodnight and went into the bedroom, as quietly as possible, and stripped and laid down next to Christie.
"Had fun?" she asked, sounding half-asleep.
"I ehh... yeah, actually," I admitted, not really enjoying the unfamiliar territory of discussing my fucking her mother.
"Mom sounded like she enjoyed it..." she continued.
"Eh, yeah. I... I'm sorry," I apologised, "I tried to keep her quiet..."
"Oh, don't worry. I'll buy some earplugs or something tomorrow.. Just... just come here and hug me and tell me you love me."
"I do love you. You're the best wife ever," I told her as I put my arm around her. She tugged herself into my arm and we fell asleep like that, with me having my cake after having eaten it, just five minutes ago...
The End
"Never again," I promised as I slowly made my way out of bed, feeling there was something important I ought to remember but not quite sure what it was...
My wife was still at the conference halfway across the country, so it wasn't something concerning her. And I'd just had a quiet evening in with my mother-in-law, Molly. As I slowly got up and made my way to the bathroom, bits and pieces came back to me. The flirtatious way, we'd talked and laughed. Her constantly keeping my glass full. That tight silk-blouse that beckoned my eyes to her more than generous bust. Her warm eyes that seemed to caress me whenever she looked at me.
As I splashed cold water in my face, a new image struck me: Me holding her warm, soft body against mine, her wonderfully sweet lips meeting my own in a long, intense, soul-warming kiss.
"My God!" I exclaimed and stared at myself in the mirror. What the hell had happened?! Had I kissed Molly? "What the..." I began when something struck me and I hurried back to the bedroom, headache and grogginess completely forgotten. I was wide awake as I stepped back into the room I'd shared with my wife for the last five years and saw the rumbled bed. My side was naturally in a complete disarray - the proof of a night's tossing and turning after too much alcohol - but so was Christie's! My wife was a dutiful woman, and she'd most certainly not left her bed in such a chaotic state.
"Wait..." I muttered, more and more worried as the unmade bed sparked yet another image: Molly on all fours, grasping the sheet, her neck and back arched beautifully as she cried out in agonizing bliss.
And me? I was... I was behind her, holding her softly rounded hips while I...
"Fuck!" I gasped. It had happened. I'd cheated on my wife. With her mother.
Dear Lord, I was scum.
--
She was setting the table when I staggered down the stairs. Despite my noisy entrance, she didn't notice me at first, just went about her business of preparing the morning meal while gently humming to herself.
Humming? How the hell could she be humming after we'd... well, okay, maybe that was a good reason to hum, but still! She'd betrayed her own daughter! I'd betrayed her daughter. What was wrong with us?
"Oh hey, Rick," she smiled when she finally noticed me. Her smile was brilliant - gone was the gloomy woman that had lived with us for the past two months since her rat of a husband had traded her in for a younger model. Younger, but far from prettier... guess some men really need to convince themselves they aren't getting older. She'd put on make-up - just like last night - and it made her ten years younger and extremely attractive. Or maybe it was just the way she smiled and walked and just radiated happiness.
She was wearing a thin, purple silk-shirt - how did I know it was thin? I could see her darker bra through the flimsy material. She'd buttoned juuust enough buttons to make it respectable, but too few to hide the wonderful cleavage that immediately drew my eyes.
The grey skirt reached a little higher than her knees but despite its respectable length, it would have been a great deal more appropriate if it hadn't clung to her every curve. Her dark stockings made me think about the ones she'd worn last night with that sexy, little garter-belt. It'd been like something out of a wet dream - I mean, what kind of women wear garter-belts? Only the sexy ones...
Ehm..." I muttered, my tongue suddenly feeling too big for my mouth - and not just because of the wine from last night, "I..."
"Come! Sit down. I made you breakfast," she smiled, grabbed my hand and led me to the chair. Her hand was cool and soft, and it felt like a small spark of electricity went through me where she touched me. I was so busy with the strangely erotic feeling of her hand that I didn't notice that she'd seated me at the head of the table. Normally, my wife and I sat next to each other on the bench next to the wall and Molly across from us, but today I sat at the head... like a king, or at the least the head of the family.
"Listen, Molly," I tried again, doing my best to summon up a little resistance but most of my willpower went to not looking down her blouse. Her boobs were so big and tempting, and my blurred memory kept feeding images of me touching them, groping them, kissing them... biting them!
"I didn't know what you wanted, so I made eggs and bacon, and a few sandwiches. And cereal, of course," she rambled, standing right next to me, bent over slightly, her big, wonderful tits right at eye-level. While one hand gestured to the various items of food she'd prepared, the other was casually caressing my back in a much too intimate way. It was the way a lover would touch her man, or the way Christie touched me. My mother-in-law shouldn't touch me like that - and her touch should most certainly not feel as good as it did!
"Molly, we-" I began, knowing this had to stop but she cut me off.
"Shh..." she shushed me and gently pressed a well-manicured finger against my lips, "it's okay, Rick."
"No, it's not! It's-"
"Yes, it is. I know what you're thinking, but we need this, we do. We both do. A man like you needs a woman to take care of him, to be there for him, and I'll be that woman for you. And I... I need a reason to get out of bed in the morning, to not just disappear into the shadows. You'll be my reason!" she said earnestly, making me pause. It was true that since my dear asshole of a father-in-law had left, she'd more or less given up on life. For a woman who'd always been vibrant and beautiful, it had been horrible to watch her fall apart.
But even so...
"But Christie," I objected but was quickly cut off again.
"Isn't here!" she said forcefully and leaned closer in to me before she continued in a softer tone: "I am, and you are. That's all that matters..."
Oh God, she smelled good. I knew I shouldn't notice that but I did, she was so close and I couldn't help it.
"I want you," she all but whispered to me, her lips coming closer and closer, while I just sat there, motionless, unable to stop this horribly wonderful thing, "you're such a wonderful man. Sweet, caring... handsome. I just want to make you... happy..."
And with that she finally pressed her ruby-red lips against my own. The kiss was soft, sweet and seemed to go on for hours, until she opened her mouth slightly and her little tongue assaulted my closed mouth. I didn't even pause to think, I simply opened up for her, and suddenly she was frenching me like there was no tomorrow. The worst part though? I liked it. It felt really good, and soon I was returning the favour, my tongue dancing with hers and my hand placing itself on her shoulder, gently massaging her and letting her know how much I enjoyed the attention.
"Mhm... so niiice," she murmured when she broke the kiss, her beautiful, blue eyes staring into mine. I didn't notice the crowfeet that hinted that she was past her first prime, all I saw was the desire, the need... the hope. While one hand was gently cradling my face, the other moved down south and reached the lump in my pants. With a lustful smile, she stroked it, ever-so-slowly, her long nails running along the shaft.
This was clearly moving in the wrong direction - I'd come down to apologise for what had happened, and now I was getting felt up by my sexy mother-in-law again!
Get out of here! Just get up and leave! Get up! Get up, damn you! my brain screamed at me, but unfortunately the only thing that obeyed was my dick that quickly rose under her careful ministrations.
"So nice and big," Molly sighed but before I had a chance to respond, she was kissing me again... and I must admit, I didn't mind it quite so much this time. As if trying to demonstrate how okay I was with all of this, my hand ran down her shoulder and cupped her massive boob. Big, round, soft, it felt wonderful, and soon both my hands were busy groping her tits and pinching her nipples through her bra.
"Ahh..." she sighed into my mouth and increased the pressure on my cock that was reaching its full size fast. Her nimble fingers soon got my pants open and pulled my hard tool out. It stood up from my open zipper like a mast on a ship - a veiny, fleshy mast that got jerked off by a middle-aged woman's beautiful hands.
Suddenly, she stood up, quickly pulled down the zipper in her form-fitting skirt and pulled it down as well. She had to wiggle her well-rounded hips in a highly seductive manner to get it down (and trust me that did not weaken my iron-hard dick!) but soon she stood in front of me wearing only a slutty garter-belt-stockings combination and pumps from the waist down.
"Oh God," I muttered, knowing full well what was going to happen and how wrong it was - but looking at my mother-in-law's half-naked body, I knew I had no chance of stopping it from happening. I didn't want to stop it! My cock quivered, ordering me to forget those stupid notions altogether and just enjoy what was offered.
"You like?" she asked with a suggestive smile and spread her legs a little further, giving me a better look at her naked beaver - and I do mean naked. There wasn't a single hair on her pink slit, nothing to obstruct my view at all.
Compared to my wife's hairy bush, this was immensely arousing... everything was put out in the open for me to enjoy instead of hidden behind a thick mane of hair.
"Yeah," I muttered and swallowed nervously. I shouldn't have said that, I shouldn't encourage... this... her. But the smile she sent me in reply was so beautiful, so happy, so sexy that my heart skipped a beat, and I was glad I had made her smile like that. And even gladder that it was directed at me. So wrong...
Her smouldering eyes was staring into mine, captivating my soul as she stepped back up to my chair, swung one leg over mine and sat down on my lap. Once again her face was frighteningly close to mine, her lips basically in kissing-range, and I had to fight the temptation again - not that I really believed I could.
Her hands slid around my neck, caressing me gently behind my ears, her mighty tits rubbed against my chest... and worst and most wonderful of all, her moist slit pressed against my iron-hard dick that jerked happily when it came into contact with its feminine counterpart.
"I want you, Rick," she whispered, her breath hot and sweet against my skin, "so much."
And then we were kissing again, and I was holding my sexy mother-in-law in my arms while I explored her mouth with my tongue. She was moaning softly and squirming around on my lap both of which nearly caused my dick to go out of its skin with desire.
I don't know how long we sat there, making out - maybe a minute, maybe an hour - before I left her sweet mouth behind, trailing little kisses down her jawline and throat until I reached her collarbone while she made small, encouraging sounds. Her hands crawled up on my head and pushed gently, trying to make me continue, to journey down to her wonderful boobs from which there'd be no return.
My resistance, if it indeed had been a show of resistance and not just me teasing the both of us, crumbled in mere seconds, and soon I buried my face in her deep cleavage while I made little thrusts with my pelvis, dry-humping her.
"Oooh..." she cooed softly when I licked the top of her breasts, and she sighed a pleased "yes..." when I brought my hands around to unbutton her blouse. It took some work; they were small and unhelpful, but one button after another surrendered to me, yielding a more and more complete view of my mother-in-law's near-perfect bust. Soon only her black push-up bra stood between my groping hands and the soft skin of her wondrous tits.
"Uh!" she gasped when I pinched her hardened nipples. She reached down and pulled the bra-cups down, leaving her chest completely bare, and I couldn't help but stare at her - at them. Large and round, they sat high on her chest, her pink nipples pointing straight ahead. They were firmer and a lot harder to the touch than my wife's but if I'd taken the time to completely study every square-inch of her (like I later did!), I'd have noticed the small scars at each armpit where the silicone had been injected.
As for now, I couldn't keep my hands off them. Pinching, groping, grasping, manhandling... God, I loved them!
"Mhm... you like?" she asked again, whispering it into my ear this time, and I answered with a heartfelt: "God yes!"
Apparently, that was the right answer, because she kissed me again, harder and more demanding this time. She pressed her lips against mine and before I'd even registered what was happening, she'd pushed her tongue in between my lips, tickling my own tongue. She squirmed a lot on my lap, bumping in my cock that desperately wanted to get to know her better, and soon I couldn't take it anymore.
"Please," I whispered.
"Mhm... please what?" she wanted to know, her eyes burning with desire.
Please get off me, please leave me alone and please never ever tell your daughter! the last sane part of my brain screamed in a final attempt to stop the madness.
"Please... put it in..." I asked her, damning that last measure of sanity. I was more aroused by my wife's mother than I'd ever been with her, and Molly was right: we needed each other. She'd struck a chord earlier, and the growing sense of loneliness I had felt the last couple of years with my wife constantly working and 'being too busy' to enjoy each other's company (especially sex) was certainly helping me override any concerns or regrets.
She blinked twice at my words, then her eyes lit up in a mixture of desire and... relief. We looked at each other for a second, two lonely souls connecting before the pent-up desire brought us back to reality. She reached down and fiddled with my dick - that did not mind her cool hands on its hot skin! - and lifted herself up a bit, and then she slowly started sinking down on my prick.
It felt... heavenly. She felt heavenly. She was very tight and despite the large amount of juices she'd produced it took some work to fit even just the head inside her. Wondrous, wondrous work, I should add!
"Ahm... Rick..." she sighed, as she slowly, ever so slowly, let more and more of hard tool fill her, her warm pussy yielding and struggling to accept the invading size.
Too slowly. This was by far the most erotic sensation I'd ever felt (well, that I could remember, at least - it might have been just as good last night but thanks to the wonders of alcohol, I'd never know), and I wanted more, wanted the teasing promises to deliver - wanted to feel myself buried completely in this arousing woman, so I grabbed her hips, marvelled at the smooth, soft skin, and pulled her down while doing my best to thrust up, my rather awkward position considered.
"Nnngh!" I grunted as I succeeded, and finally her moist warmth engulfed the entire length of my dick. She moaned loudly; either in protest, pain or pleasure, I couldn't tell, and for a second I didn't care: I had my dick buried inside the hottest pussy ever, and nothing else mattered. This was clearly what my dick was made for; this was where it belonged.
Despite what would probably have been mild in most bedrooms all over the world, this little show of passion would be almost unheard of in mine and Christine's, and as I looked at her eyes closed tightly, I suddenly worried that I'd hurt her or something.
Then she opened her beautiful eyes again and fixed me with a stare of raw lust desire, and I stopped worrying. This woman wasn't Christie, she was adventurous and hot, and she welcomed my desire for her. Her lips formed a sexy smile that sent pulses all the way down to my cock, buried deep inside her.
"Oh, you're big," she purred, "sooo big."
I moved my hands a little further down, caressing her round ass-cheeks and pulled her gently against me while I moved my lower-body against her, creating a very interesting friction that my dick enjoyed greatly!
"Mhm... yesss..." she sighed, moving with me, rubbing herself against me, "oh, so good!" Her internal muscles massaged my dick, as it moved what little it could inside her, creating a sensation unknown to me, and I groaned loudly in appreciation.
While I kneaded her delightful ass and used it for leverage, she moved her hands up around my neck, hugging me too her and leaning down to whisper in my ear.
"So good," she cooed, "oh, I love your dick! It feels so biiig... Mhm, so big in my little pussy..."
With me coming from six years of monogamous marriage to a woman who considered any sound in the bedroom above a loud sigh unbecoming, this was... well, mind-blowing. And it was certainly making my cock want to blow too...
"God yes," I agreed in my grunting, out-of-breath voice while my wickedly sexy mother-in-law bounced on my dick, "you're so... hot." Even as I said it, I felt self-conscious and out of my depth. Molly was clearly experienced at this sort of... stuff, and I was like a bumbling teenager who had no idea what he was doing.
"Yeah...?" she sighed and pushed herself backwards, giving me a better view of her sexy body, "you like my big tits? You like how big and round they are?" Her hands grasped her large boobs as she spoke, rubbing them against each other, pinching the nipples, holding the wonderful globes up and letting them fall, making me watch as they bounced back on her chest... and while giving me this erotic show, she kept gyrating her lower-body, teasing my stiff dick, but without giving me as much friction as it demanded.
"God, Molly," I rasped, simply saying the first thing to enter my mind, "you gotta be the sexiest woman alive!"
"You think so, Rick?" she smiled as she leaned back in for a kiss... a long, slow kiss, full of teasing promises.
"I need..." I tried to speak once we broke apart again.
"Yes?" she asked, eyes alight with desire.
"I need to fuck you," I finished my sentence. She blinked twice and creased her brow in confusion, but before she could ask what I meant, I wrapped my arms around her, supporting her back and stood up. It strained in my back, with the weight of the both of us, but in my arousal, I hardly noticed. I took the half-step to the table, sat her down on it and quickly cleared a path behind her, before pushing her down on her back. I vaguely heard a crash of a plate hitting the floor, but with this beautiful, sexy creature laying before me, legs spread and my cock still half-ways up in her pussy, I didn't really register anything but my own need.
"Oh my," she sighed, and she certainly didn't seem to mind me taking charge... not that it mattered at this point. Not much would have been able to stop me now, as I grabbed her thighs and hammered my cock into her, claiming her warm, wet cunt.
"God!" she gasped, but I didn't give her time to catch her breath. Again and again I hammered into her, her entire body shaking at with the impact and her mighty tits quivering in all sort of interesting ways.
"Fuck!" she cried, her hands grasping her tits where her well-manicured nails teased and scratched her nipples and her legs wrapping themselves around me, her heels digging into my ass.
She clearly didn't mind...
It was so good! Sex had never been like this before; wild, wanton... relentless! I fucked her like a madman, my cock ripping in and out of her like a piston, and about as hard, and she cried, gasped and moaned in passion. She met my every thrust, encouraging me to take her and enjoy the ultimate pleasures her wonderful body had to offer... and I did. Oh, my God, I did!
"You want it?!" I gasped, my arousal having finally overridden my self-consciousness, and I wanted hear it. An orgasm was quickly building in me, and I didn't have the strength to hold back much longer. I couldn't slow down, couldn't control myself - I had to have her, completely and absolutely. Faster and faster, we raced towards that one moment of infinite desire and pleasure together, neither of us feeling anything but pure, unbridled lust.
"Yeeees!" she cried, "fuck me! Fuck me, oh fuck me so goooood! Ahhh! Ahhhhh!" While still crying out, her entire body tensed up for one golden moment, as the orgasm washed over her, and then she twisted and turned, clearly out of control.
That did it for me. Seeing my wonderful mother-in-law cum, while she screamed like a banshee and convulsed like an epileptic made it impossible to hold back anymore, and finally I surrendered in the battle that had lasted since she first kissed me: I came. I bathed in the sweet ocean of relief, I welcomed the wonderful agony of orgasm. I probably said something stupid too, but I honestly don't remember, everything is kinda blank for a couple of moments.
What I do remember is the guilt-mixed feeling of pride as I looked down at the beautiful, sexy and completely spent woman on my kitchen-table, and the knowledge that I'd just fucked her. Fucked her like she wanted, no like she needed to be fucked. And it'd been the best sex I'd ever had - that's where the guilt came into the picture, since she wasn't my wife...
As her eyes slowly regained focus, she noticed me looking at her and gave me a long look that spoke a thousand words. It spoke of love, of trust, desire, lust and... gratefulness.
I bent down - which wasn't too easy as my cock was still embedded in her - and kissed her. Slowly, lovingly... telling her that we were in this together without saying a word.
--
A couple of hours later, as I sat in my small office upstairs, it all seemed so surreal. Unlike the event from the night before, I could clearly remember everything; her soft lips, her full breasts... her amazing pussy. The way I'd taken her, done with her as I pleased was both upsetting and oh so arousing. Not to mention the fact that I was now an unfaithful husband! And this time I had been in full control too. Yeah, she'd started things but the word 'no' had never crossed my lips. I'd never even considered stopping. Yeah, I'd objected, but it had taken very little persuasion for me to surrender.
The worst part though? I didn't feel guilty. And I felt that I should feel guilty. It hadn't even been guilt that had chased me from the breakfast-table after a fast meal. Rather, it had been the awkwardness. I mean, what do you say to your mother-in-law after fucking her silly across the table? Apparently, you say "I have some work to do..." and hurry from the kitchen.
I did have some but I hadn't been able to focus on it. Not surprising, perhaps, but the same thoughts and questions kept coming back to me. Would we do it again? What about Christie? Was I a cheater? Did I want to be a cheater?
And - both unwelcome and welcome at the same time - images of a sexy body, large, full breasts, red, smiling lips and her warm, sultry eyes radiating need kept making my heart speed up and lust return to my groin.
Someone knocking on the door interrupted this pleasant and disturbing daydream and before I could call out, it opened.
"Excusez-moi, Monsieur," Molly said as she stepped into the room in a fake-French accent - that suited her new attire in an extremely arousing way! She'd changed from the (somewhat) discreetly sexy blouse-and-skirt she'd worn this morning into an overtly slutty French-maid uniform. A uniform that consisted of a dangerously short, black dress that didn't even reach her stocking-tops and was so tight and low cut across the chest that only a miracle kept the well-rounded ladies from escaping, a small, white, frilly apron and atop her head was a cap in the same, frilly material placed upon her beautifully-styled hair. The entire dress was edged with that frilly stuff...
"Mo-molly?" I asked, simply awestruck. Wow, she was a vision! She even had a choker around her neck in that same flimsy fabric that turned me on a great deal.
"Mol-ly?" she asked in that cute accent, acting confused, "I am Madeleine, and I apologeese foor interrupting le Monsieur, but I 'ave to dust le Monsieur's office." She held out the duster in her hand - that I'd completely overlooked until now. Then again, looking at Molly's tits squeezed into that little dress, I wouldn't have noticed the house collapsing.
Without further explanation, she strode into my little office on her towering, black pumps and started dusting my bookcase across the room from me - giving me the best possible view. Funny thing was, though, it only seemed to be the top-most shelf and the bottom one that needed dusting - making this sexy woman alternating stretch as high as she could reach and bending over... again, giving me a view to wake the dead. Her stockings had a noticeable, black seam running from her shoes all the way to the top, ending right below the gentle curving of her sweet, round ass. I couldn't tell you why that silly seam was so erotically charged, but it was - made her seem more... available, somehow. Like an advertisement-sign.
"Dere," she said when she reached the end of the shelf and turned around to look at me once more. She noticed me staring and smiled, pleased with the rapid attention I gave her little show. Her smile turned inviting as she slowly walked towards me, with each step her boobs strained against the thin fabric of the uniform, and they inevitably drew my eyes. Big, round knockers just begging for attention... and put out on display, just for me. I drank them up with my eyes, longing to hold them, fondle them again.
"And last..." she muttered as she stepped in between my legs and gently pushed them further apart with her knees, "I need to clean Monsieur's 'ow-do-you-say... cock?"
And with that she slid down on her knees, her hands finding my zipper that she quickly opened, pulling my boxers down and letting my growing dick spring out into the free air.
"Oooh, Monsieur," she gushed happily as her cool hand grasped my hardening member, "all deez for moi?"
"Eh... yeah," I breathed, not willing to interrupt her or dissuade her in any way. This was about to be good!
"Mhm..." she leant in and took a deep breath. Then, with a playful little smile, she looked up at me.
"Smells like pussy, Monsieur!" she teased me, "needs to be clean!"
Without further ado, those inviting lips that I kissed so deeply and hungrily a couple hours ago closed around my cock, shocking the hell out of me.
"Oh God!" I gasped, surprised and very, very happy with this new development. Still keeping eye-contact, she began sucking. Slowly, carefully, she let the most intense, the most tangible arousal I had ever felt build in me.
"Molly... Madeleine!" I gasped, managing correct myself, still enough in control to remember our little game. Her lips slowly gliding up and down my iron-hard shaft sent waves of desire through me, making it harder and harder to focus on anything. I closed my eyes, letting myself sink into it, forgetting everything but the beautiful, sexy woman bringing me such wonders.
"Ah... Oh yessss..." I groaned as my arousal grew and grew. I opened my eyes, looking down at my sexy little maid and couldn't help but notice that she too seemed awfully... happy, content. Like being on her knees with my dick slowly gliding in and out of her mouth was where she wanted to be. She met my eyes and slowly pulled her head off my tool, all the time smiling at me.
"Mhm... magnifique!" she exclaimed and gave my dick a long, teasing lick, from my balls to the tip. Her wicked smile at my sharp intake of breath was something out of a wet dream, I swear.
"More..." I croaked, my voice filled with need, and her grin widened - for an instant, before she once again coated my bulbous head with her cute little tongue, licking up and down and around my oh-so-eager dick. She grabbed it in her hand to hold it aimed at her face and continued her wild French-kissing. Her nimble little tongue managed to touch and tease all of my most sensitive place, and it slowly drove me wild.
"Oh fuck..." Not the most eloquent cheering-on, perhaps, but it was all I could manage at the time.
"You like, Monsieur?" she asked in that teasing voice, and I nodded in full agreement - I did indeed like!
Then, suddenly, she dove back in, her luscious lips closing around my stiff prick and she slowly worked more and more of the hard shaft into her wondrously soft and wet mouth. But instead of going about half-way down and then up again, she just continued further and further down. Not that I'm claiming to be of horse-like dimensions, but still... I figured that her mouth had to end somewhere, right?
"Yeah..." I gasped as she sank more and more of my cock into her mouth and further into her throat. It was extremely tight in there, and her strong muscles massaged my cockhead in a way I hadn't imagined. Wow!
"Glurgh," she gagged but stubbornly continued until her face pressed itself against my pubic bone. Then she looked up at me, a triumphant look in her eyes, and I almost came right then and there. After having noted the look of sheer amazement in my eyes, she withdrew, pulling her face off of my dick. As she came up for air, she grabbed my cock, jacking me off while she took a few deep breaths and wiped away the long line of drool that stretched from her lips to my cock.
"Wow," she breathed in her normal voice, "it's been a while." Without waiting for a reply, she attacked my cock again, her lips quickly moving down my shaft 'till they met her hand. Then, in perfect harmony, she started working me over with both her soft hand and even softer lips, and she soon had me gasping for breath again, scooting back and forth on the chair without knowing quite what I was doing. Clearly, the foreplay was over, and she was getting down to business - and what business!
"Oh God, oh God, oh God," I moaned, not even aware that I was talking - everything else was gone except for the raw, undiluted pleasure coming from my mother-in-law sucking off my cock.
She kept looking at me, meeting my eyes whenever I looked down at the wonder that she was, and suddenly grabbed my hand with her free one. Without missing a beat, she moved it on top of her head, and using it to push herself further down along my hard shaft. Even I understood that she wanted me to take control, and I vividly remembered how she had... enjoyed... me taking charge earlier at (on!) the breakfast-table.
Not on to miss out on new, exciting experiences, I placed my other hand atop of her head too, and using it as leverage, I pushed down upon her and thrust up a bit.
She gagged loudly, but otherwise continued sucking like a good girl so I did it again. And again. Oh, wow, it felt sooo good.
The outfit, the wonderful body, barely hidden beneath that outfit, the roleplay with that cute little accent, the clear and absolute submission on her part and the intoxicating feeling of power that gave me... and her warm, wet mouth and the tightness of her throat as she repeatedly stuck my dick down there; all in all, the only reason why I managed to last as long as I did was because she already had drained me a couple of hours ago.
Even so, a guy like me can only fuck a sexdoll like Molly - excuse me, Madeleine - for so long before it becomes too much, and I was rapidly nearing that point. Losing control of myself, merely hunting the pleasure my delectable mother-in-law so skilled was providing, I stood up in an abrupt movement, pushing my chair backwards, but holding Molly onto my cock with my hands. With a fervor and complete lack of consideration for anything but my needs that I would never admit myself capable of, I fucked her mouth. Hard, fast strokes, in and out, holding the defenseless woman still with my hands while I took my pleasure from her, with or without her consent, listening to her gag and watching her drool as she struggled to accommodate the onslaught.
"Fuuuuck, Molly!" I finally gasped and felt the well-known waves of bliss crash through me. It was ten times any orgasm I'd ever experienced before. The power, the build-up, everything... it was an incredible feeling, and I jammed my cock into her face and held it there while pleasure rushed through me.
Then I collapsed back onto my chair, finally letting go of Molly. I knew I should feel ashamed of how I'd treated her - she'd made it so good for me, and I had just abused her in return but I felt too good. Nothing else mattered except the exhausted feeling of well-being I experienced.
And what did my poor, abused mother-in-law do? Well, she certainly didn't scream or cry at me. Instead, she stayed on her knees and gently took my still-somewhat-stiff member in her mouth, nursing it down from its high.
It tried to respond to her touch, but was so utterly spent that it had to give in and shrink back down to travel-size. She continued caressing it slowly with her mouth until she, with a final kiss, put it back inside my boxers and pulled them up. Then, with a little shuffling around and some assistance from me, she closed my pants and stood up.
"Eeef dere's nothing else, Monsiour, I 'ave to go cleen the keetchen," she said, a little hoarse and curtsied. And then I watched that round sexy ass sway out of my office with the growing feeling that this was all unreal.
--
The rest of day went about as usual. That is, if usual is having your extremely attractive mother-in-law flirt with you and try to be 'caught' in compromising situations. Like reeeeally leaning in to hand you the salt at dinner, showing off the deep cleavage the low-cut blouse that she'd put on after getting out of the maid-outfit gave her. Or bending over at the waist when checking on the potatoes in the oven, letting her skirt slide up over the stocking-tops, showing off her creamy white thighs above them.
Yeah, this was what counted for normal around here now, apparently. Still, even if she didn't seem to harbour me any resentment, I felt guilty for the way I had behaved. The post-orgasmic high had faded and I was once more Ordinary-Rick, and Ordinary-Rick felt bad for fucking a woman's face.
"Listen, Molly," I began as we sat at the dinner-table.
"Yeah?"
"About ehm... earlier, you know. I'm sorry about... well, it..." I tried to apologise but it wasn't exactly easy. 'Sorry for raping your mouth' is not an apology I'd ever have to give before!
"Shh... Rick," she interrupted my feeble attempts, "it's okay. You needed it, and it was hot! The way you cut loose and just took what you wanted? God, I was so wet, I wanted to hump your leg!" She gave me an alluring smile, and I nearly lost my breath. But even so...
"Okay, yeah, but still... it must have been... really uncomfortable... me being so... ehm..."
"Rough? Eager? Controlling?" she finished for me, "uncomfortable, yeah, sure. It hurt. But I hurt so good! You gotta understand that once you get me going... and you really get me going, Rick," her voice got a little thick at that, "I'm up for almost anything."
"I eh..."
"You don't need to understand it, you know. You just need to know it's true. And if there's something you wanna do, just do it. We can always figure out if it's a future no-go afterwards," she said earnestly. I didn't quite understand it all but it seemed like she was giving me a carte blanche.
--
For the rest of the night, we were a normal couple. Which was surprisingly easy to be with Molly. We meshed well together and had a nice night with some Netflix and a little wine - not too much this time around, though. She was very eager to cuddle, and it felt both very nice and hell-worthy at the same time. Yeah, twice (well, three times, actually, but I couldn't really remember last night...) I had been Christie unfaithful, but sex is sex, you know? This somehow felt worse, cuddling up with her mother like this, feeling her soft body against mine constantly.
A slightly awkward moment arrived when it was time for bed... and Molly just naturally followed me into mine and Christie's bedchamber. I was about to object but she just looked at me, stubborn and begging at the same time, and I caved in.
We fell asleep in each other's arms. I had no idea what she was thinking but I was trying to find a way out of this. Torn between Molly's and my shared need for each other and my love for my wife.
Unsurprisingly, there was no way out.
--
The best way to wake up? That morning, I found out that it's with my mother-in-law's lips wrapped around my cock. I got pulled from my dreams by an intensifying feeling of arousal, and as I opened my eyes I looked down my body to find Molly happily sucking on my cock that had risen to the occasion without me even being conscious.
"I... Molly?" I asked, confused and aroused.
"Oh good, you're awake," she grinned and without any more delay, she swung one of her shapely legs over my body, ending up straddling me. With experienced ease, she guided my rock-hard dick into her wet, welcoming pussy.
"Oh yeah!" she moaned as she sank down on it, letting gravity impale her on my grateful prick, "oh fuck..."
"Ah... Molly..." I gasped, still disoriented but quickly catching up as arousal shot through me at being engulfed by my sexy lover.
"Oh Rick," she panted as she began slowly bouncing up and down on me, "oh, so biiiig! God, I've wanted this since you fucked my face yesterday..."
She was quite a sight as she rode me, her large proud breasts bouncing freely, her taut stomach-muscles straining to keep her going and her beautiful face contorted in pleasure. It didn't take long before I started to thrust up into her, meeting her on the down-stroke. I grabbed her hips for leverage and used them to guide her movements - pressing her down as I shot up, trying to bury myself fully in her wonderfully soft pussy. Despite being a somewhat slow learner when it came to the brave new world of experimental sex, I was picking up on what Molly liked, and Molly really liked me being in charge. The natural way, she yielded control to me, the way she moved, the louder moans, the... the energy she excluded when I took charge was too much even for me to miss.
"Rick..." she gasped, and I found myself fucking her harder and faster. She was so hot, I couldn't help myself! And she eagerly followed suit, bouncing up and down on my cock.
"Rick, please... here..." she moaned and grasped my hands and led them up to her stiff nipples. It broke our rhythm, but only for a second before we found each other again.
Her nipples were hard and extremely sensitive - at least if the little scream she gave when I squeezed them was any indicator!
"Please... harder..." she begged, and I readily granted that request, pinching them with my nails 'till I was worried I'd break the skin (or I would have been worried, had I been conscious of anything but fucking the brains out of the little sex-goddess above me!) while hammering up into her. Without really meaning to, I began using her tits as counterweights, pulling down on them as I thrust upwards, and it drove Molly insane.
"Oh, fuck! Oh fuck, it hurts! Yeees! Fuck me, fuck me! Punish my tits, God I love it! I loooove it! Hurt them, hurt me, just keep fucking meeee!" she screeched and she rode me like a possessed, hunting the big O. Where I'd normally would have been quite shocked by her words, now I was so caught up in the whole dominance-thing that she'd pushed me into, that they only fuelled my arousal.
"Riiiick... I'm so close... Oh GOD!" she gasped, "Oh fuck me... Fuck your mother-in-law!! Yes! She's bad, punish her! I need it so bad... make me cum! God, Rick, make me cum and I'll be your slut forever...!"
And with that, her entire body convulsed into spasms, and she wailed her orgasm out!
"YEEEES! OH YES!" she screamed as she came, and I gave her nipples a last, savage twist and thrust my cock as hard as I could into her one last time, while watching Molly cum. Gasping and moaning, she pulled herself up, pulling her stiff nipples from my grasping hands and just sat on me, rocking back and forth on my cock, milking every last drop of pleasure from her orgasm.
"Oh... oh wow..." she muttered a little while later when she finally regained the ability to speak. She looked down at me with a loving smile, "that was... wow..."
"You're really something," I said in awe, smiling back.
"Mhm, something good I hope," she purred and leaned down for a long, tender kiss. Her tits lay as soft weights against my chest, and my arms encircled her as we made out, my cock still hard and ready deep inside her.
"That was great, Rick," she smiled at me.
"Yeah..." I agreed, not really knowing how to proceed from here. I mean, I was gonna get my rocks off one way or the other, I was sure. Molly was definitely not one to leave me hanging! I wouldn't mind a little head, like yesterday, and I had a feeling that she'd let me cum on her face, like in the movies... but how to ask for something like that?
"And you deserve a reward," she continued, her smile turning impish. I thought she'd read my mind, when she lifted herself off of me, letting my still-hard and very wet dick loose but instead of crawling off me and going down on me, she repositioned herself a little and grabbed my cock, aiming it upwards.
As she once again lowered herself down on me while still holding me, it finally dawned on me what she had planned.
"Oh God," I breathed, "really?" Yeah, not the smartest comment, I know but I was so caught off guard. I felt like a kid being promised the biggest toy in the store - thinking it was too good to be true, but still hopeful and excited.
"Unnh..." she groaned as my cock met with her tight, little asshole and pressed through, "yeah, really. What, you've... never had... anal before?" She smiled that naughty smile of hers down at me as she sloooowly lowered herself downwards.
It felt like nothing before. She was tight, so impossible tight but soft and yielding at the same time, and it was so... forbidden, dirty. I was doing something 'wrong' just for the sheer hell of it.
"Ahh... no," I admitted.
"Ooooh... you're so goddamn big," she gasped, pain and excitement clearly visible on her face as her ass fought to accommodate the invading tool, "that's too bad though," she continued our 'conversation' in a strained voice, "never had a little ass-slut before? Oh, yeah, sooo biiig..."
And finally I was all the way inside. Her ass held me in a vice-like grip that I never wanted to be released from while she just sat upon me, getting used to the large, foreign object in her ass.
"This is so hot," I told her as I looked up upon her, "you're so hot."
"Why, thank you," she grinned and ever so slowly started rocking back and forth on me, rubbing my dick with her ass' wonderful, tight grip.
"Mhm... Rick..." she murmured, getting into it. She lifted herself up a bit and let herself fall back down, impaling her ass on my dick. I got into it, following her moves and thrust upwards, like we had only a moment before when I'd fucked her through her orgasm.
"Yeees," she said with a sharp intake of breath, "you like that? You like fucking my ass?"
"God yes!" I exclaimed and underlined my point with a good, hard thrust, making her cry out.
"So biiig!" she gasped, "I love it! I love your big, fat cock, Rick!"
"And it loves you," I answered with a grin and grabbed a hold of her hips, using them for leverage. I knew I wouldn't last long like this; she was so hot, and this short morning had already overloaded my senses - from waking with my dick in her mouth to fucking her to fucking her tight ass.
We sped up, both needing more and more. Her ass accepted my vigorous thrusts, and the sensations were quickly becoming too much for me. But I wanted more! I hammered up into her, as hard as I could and tried my damnedest to think about baseball... money... work... anything else than my slutty mother-in-law's hot, tight ass around my cock.
"Fuck!" I muttered and with a sudden movement, I rolled us around. Though surprised, she followed my lead, and we ended up with her on her back and me between her spread legs, still buried hilt-deep in her ass. The angle was a bit awkward, but we made it work.
And I fucked her. Hard, fast, hammering down into her welcoming little ass with abandon, not caring about anything but the wonderful sensations I received.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she moaned for every hard thrust that shook her body, "Oh, fuck! Punish me, Rick! Oh, God, I'm so bad, I need you. Hurt me! Please... I need you..."
I was barely paying attention to her babbling, all that mattered was forcing my cock into her, again and again, to get as much out of this before it was too late - and that particular deadline was fast approaching. Her ass massaging my dick was quickly making me lose what little control I had.
"Fuuuuck!" I growled and with one last, hard thrust that shook the entire bed, I emptied myself into my mother-in-law's tight ass and more or less collapsed on top of her. We lay there for a while, catching our breaths and just feeling one another, me still buried inside her bowels.
Then she slipped out from underneath me and went to the bathroom (and I noticed with equal pride and embarrassment that she walked a little funny...) and came back with a wet washcloth. Dutifully, she knelt down next to me on the bed and started cleaning my spent dick.
"Normally, I'd do this with my mouth, "she told me with an apologetic smile, "but I hadn't planned this, so I didn't clean me beforehand..."
"Ehh... sure," I answered, not completely comprehending her meaning, "you hadn't planned this?"
"Well, to get fucked, sure," she winked at me, "but the backdoor-action was more of a spur of the moment-kinda-thing."
"Ah. Well, it was a great spur," I declared.
"It was indeed..." She looked down at my clean cock and bent down and took it all into her mouth for a quick suck. I took a sharp intake of breath at this but she pulled off again, threw the washcloth into the bathroom and snuggled up to me.
--
Now that I had fucked her pussy, mouth and ass, Molly seemed to have decided that I was hers. Or, perhaps more accurately, that she was mine. She took every little excuse she could find to touch me, whether on the arm in a flirtatious way, or on the crotch in a more I-want-you slutty way, or to kiss me. She managed to rub her ass or tits against me an impressive amount of times. Slow as I may be, I was getting the distinct feeling that she was not at all unhappy with how things were progressing, and she was definitely looking for more.
It made me realise a something - so far, she'd been the initiator for every single sex-tryst we'd had. That wasn't odd, though, seeing how she was the seducer and I was the (happily?) married man. At the same time though, we both wanted me to dominate her. She happily slid into a submissive role, once I started to assert dominance, and the sex got so much... wilder, better.
But if I was the top-dog, shouldn't I also decide when and where we fucked? In a way, that made sense, considering all that had happened yesterday and this morning - but on the other hand, it went against everything I had thought I knew about women. Then again, so did Molly...
I was quietly debating these ideas as I watched Molly clean the table after lunch. She knew my eyes were on her as I sat and nursed the last of my coffee, so she made sure to wiggle that hot ass of hers with every little step.
"Oops," she giggled as she dropped a knife, right by my chair. With heavily accented movements, she bent over to pick it up, her skirt riding up her shapely thighs, up past her stocking-tops to give me tantalising glimpses of her teeny panties.
Without at any point making a conscious decision, I suddenly found my hand sliding up under her skirt, feeling the soft skin of her round ass. Feeling me groping her, she stayed in 'position' allowing free roam across her glorious buttocks.
When my other hand joined in feeling her up, she bowed down a little further and grabbed hold of her ankles, trying to sturdy herself and giving me the best possible access to her sexy behind.
"Find something you like?" she asked, giving me a teasing look up over her shoulder. As she said that, I slid a couple of fingers in under her panties and felt her moistening slit.
"I did indeed," I grinned as she took a sharp intake of breath at my probing fingers.
"Mhm... yesss..." she sighed when I found her clit stroked it, "Ahh... more..."
I stayed focused on her clit, rubbing and pinching it, eliciting gasps of desire. Finally, she let go of her ankles and put her hands on the floor, just to steady herself. Keeping one hand on her cunt, keeping the fire there burning, I put the other on her lower back and gently pushed her down.
She got the message and obeyed my silent instruction, going down on knees and elbows, holding her ass high for our shared enjoyment. Moaning quietly, she moved with me, trying to increase the pressure on her pleasure-spots.
I was in a bad angle though, so I went down to the floor next to her, one hand rubbing her clit while the other went exploring the gorgeous mounds under her blouse. In beneath her bra, I found her nipple and from just a gentle caress, it eagerly hardened.
Clit and nipple well in hand, I found a good rhythm, pinching and stroking both, keeping them stimulated while she almost shook with desire, trying to rub against my fingers without breaking the rhythm. Despite an ache from unfamiliar movements and unpleasant angles spreading in my wrist and hand, I found that I really, really enjoyed this. Sure, it wasn't fucking, but giving her pleasure like this - being in control of her and turning her on like this was definitely something. With a wicked grin, I slowed down my right hand in her cunt, spreading my fingers so as to gain less contact and friction with her needy little nubbin. She reacted instantly, trying to hump my hand, but to no avail.
"Please..." she whined, rotating her hips, seeking the pleasure of my hand, "please..."
"Please what?" I asked and stroked two fingers quickly across her clit, then left it alone, making take a quick breath before sighing in desire and frustration.
"Please... more..." she gasped, moving around, trying to catch my fingers against her clit. She looked up at me with eyes burning with need and desire, silently begging for more.
"More of... this?" I asked, giving her five or six fast strokes while I pinched her nipple hard between my nails.
"AH! Yeees!" she gasped, "Yes, please!"
I gave her what she wanted, stroking her hard little clit, but excruciatingly slowly, giving her what she wanted, without really letting her have it.
"Sir, please! I need to cum, please!" she begged, as she once again tried to hump my hand.
Sir? She called me sir? That was a strange turn-on, to be honest, especially in her needy tone of voice. I wasn't sure just what it meant or entailed, but it felt... exciting!
"Please, Sir... let me cum. I'll do anything... please..." she begged, "I'll be good, so good..."
This was getting intense!
"Anything, you say?" I wondered while pinching her nipple hard between my nails, making her gasp.
"Oh yes, Sir! Anything!"
"You're really desperate, huh?" I grinned evilly, trying to play the role as the cruel master while raking my brain for something... something suitably degenerate for this whole situation.
"Yeees! Please, Sir, I need to cum. Please, let your little slut cum! Please...!"
"I'm gonna... I'm gonna fuck your mouth first," I said slowly while scratching her clit with my nails, "gonna stick my dick down your throat and cum on your face before you get to cum. How does that sound... slut?" Not terribly original, perhaps, seeing as how we'd already done that but... damn, it had been hot!
"Yes... Yes, Sir, please fuck my mouth!" she gasped, "fuck me wherever you want!"
I let go of her, stood up and unzipped my pants. My heart hammered in my throat as I prepared to violate my mother-in-law's beautiful face... it was so wrong but God, I wanted it!
She knelt up, and I lead my iron-hard dick out of my boxers and into her warm, waiting mouth.
I was... well, it felt like I was someone else as I grabbed the back of her skull with both hands and started to fuck her. Hard. Fast. It was... unbelievable. Power is an incredible aphrodisiac, and though it obviously corrupts, I didn't care. She'd told me to go for it, and now we were going to see if she meant that.
She gagged and drooled as I hammered into her mouth, only giving her brief, occasional breathing-pauses before continuing the onslaught.
"Fuck Molly!" I grunted, "so hot! I love this!!"
She didn't respond, staying still with her mouth full of cock and her hands clasped behind her back, allowing me full use of her throat. And I took full advantage of it, I can guarantee you that! Tears were streaming down her cheeks as I gave her another short break, she gasped for air before opening up again, letting me into her mouth and down her throat once more.
"Fuck! Fuck!" I gasped, barely coherent, eyeing nothing but my own pleasure and desire. I had no idea how long we had been fucking - or rather, how long I had been fucking - but I knew it wouldn't be much longer.
"God... Molly..." I gasped and tore my dick out of her mouth. One, two, three strokes, and a cascade of cum spewed out over her upturned face and into her open mouth, gasping for breath. Three waves landed on her, the first across her forehead, the second in her hair and the final across her upper lip.
"Oh... wow..." I gasped, looking down at my mother-in-law with her face painted with my cum, sexual satisfaction and pride mixed with guilt at how I'd treated her. Had I crossed the line? What was I turning into?
"Mhm, wow indeed," she smiled and gently took my dick in hand and took it into her moth once again, her tongue licking my spent cock. Once all traces of sperm were cleaned off, she pulled it out again, and, with a wicked grin up at me, scooped the cum on her lip up with her fingers and put them in her mouth.
"Mhm... tasty..." she smiled up at me, while my dick was desperately and fruitlessly trying to regain its hardness at her lewd display.
"God, Molly," I said, "you're so hot, you belong in porn..."
"Heh, thank you, dear," she grinned before continuing in a more somber mode, "now, Sir, you promised me release..."
"I did? Yeah, I guess I did..." I grinned, "lay back."
Obediently, she laid down on her back, her legs spreading almost automatically, welcoming me in. I knelt down next to her, my right hand finding her wet pussy, my left her large boob with the still-hard nipple. And there, on the kitchen-floor with cum still drying on her face, I rubbed my gorgeous mother-in-law to a loud orgasm.
- - -
The next two days were... wonderful. Molly showed me sexual adventures I'd never even dreamt existed, and the sexual high of having the beautiful milf at my beck and call carried me through the dark times when I worried about Christie's return. We slept in our bed every night, and waking up next to her was surprisingly easy to get use to - and to thoroughly enjoy.
But two days later I stood here, in the airport, waiting for my wife. I was a wreck but tried my best not to show, not to fidget. I had to be strong... calm... cool, until I could figure out what I was going to do about this whole situation.
"I love my wife, I love my wife, I love my wife," I mumbled under my breath, and - for the umpteenth time since I left my house - I wished I'd told myself that on that fateful night when I fell under Molly's spell.
But that was a lie, I knew. Honestly, I had no regrets - just thinking about Molly now made my heart beat a little faster... and my dick twitch a little.
"Honey!" I heard from my right and looked over to see my wife stride towards me. She wore a dark-grey dress that fit her tall, slender body so well. How the short, curvy Molly was related to the thin, elfish blonde smiling at me was a mystery to the entire family. We hugged and kissed - chaste and decent, like I knew she preferred in public (well, actually, that's how she preferred it generally a major difference between her and her mother, I couldn't help but think), and I took her bag, listening to her chat about her trip and the long, boring meetings, all the while feeling like, well, like a scumbag.
On the drive home, I'm pretty sure she picked up on my unease (she's a shrink, after all) because she quieted down and gave me her analysing look. Whenever she gets this really intense look in her eyes, I know she's gathering all the information she can - from my words, actions and even movements - and trying to piece something together... too often with precision-like accuracy. I had to counter that. I couldn't risk talking about Molly, or I might give everything away, so I began talking. It came out a little suspicious, I think but I managed to throw off my trail by going over everything that had happened while she was away - well, without mentioning her mother, of course.
At home, Molly had dressed down (both a relief and a disappointment, to be honest) and didn't greet me by kneeling down and offering a blowjob, so, you know, so far so good.
"Hey dear!" she smiled and hugged Christie when we got indoors, "and Rick!" I got a hug as well, longer and more heartfelt, her huge boobs pressing against my chest. Then she led us into the kitchen where the coffee was ready.
What should have been a cozy day wasn't. Not to me at least, but I think between Molly and myself, we managed to fool Christie. I couldn't really relax though but was constantly on my guard, making sure not to let anything about what really happened the last few days slip. Christie remained rather quiet, also through the nice meal that Molly made us, but we acted normal, and I was sure we managed to keep her in the dark.
Well, we mostly acted normal. My dear mother-in-law didn't seem to be quiet on the same page as me. Whenever Christie wasn't looking, she gave me some risque shows, like rubbing the stilk of her wineglass suggestively or pulling down at her shirt while leaning forward, showing me that supple cleavage I was so in love with. While Christie was in the bathroom, she gave a carrot a very convincing blowjob, keeping eye-contact with me while the orange stick slid in and out of her lips. I tried to get her to cut it out! Christie was home and we were just mother and son-in-law again but somehow she didn't believe I was sincere. Maaaaybe because my eyes were fixed on her mouth as she pleasured that lucky carrot, remembering how many times it'd been my dick between those soft, hungry lips.
Luckily, nothing lasts forever, not even dinner or the awkward night infront of Netflix watching some inane show about nothing. I was relieved when Molly announced she was going to bed - though the smouldering, inviting look she cast me as she said it didn't exactly ease my discomfort.
"I'm so glad you're home," I whispered to my wife and kissed her neck and let my hand run down her back, "I've missed you..." We were in bed, and though sex with Christie was nothing like with her mother, I really needed to be with my wife tonight. To feel her under me. To see her writhe in orgasmic bliss.
To get my world realigned.
"I've missed you too, Rick, but... I'm... I'm just really tired," she answered, the apology clear in her voice.
"Honeeey..." I all but begged and kissed her ear, "you've been gone for a week..." Normally a week isn't long for us to go without sex (truth be told, at this point we hadn't slept together for a month), and normally I'd readily accept her refusal. But... I needed her tonight.
"I'm really sorry..." she said, and I knew she meant it. Sex had always been one of Christie's weak spots. It was like a chore to her. Maybe I was just bad at it but she'd never liked it and only agreed to please me. I knew that, and since I knew that, I always felt bad when I managed to convince her for a roll in the hay.
"It's okay," I sighed and rolled over on my back, "I understand."
"Maybe tomorrow," she offered, and I grunted noncommitting. We said out goodnights and went to sleep.
Only sleep wouldn't come to me. Christie was obviously tired as she soon drifted off but I stayed awake. Maybe it was bad conscience, maybe I was just horny but I kept seeing Molly; the way she'd been before Christie had left, gloomy and miserable and now, radiant and sexy. It made me feel good, in a very bad way. I had betrayed my wife and the love of my life but had brought light back into the life of another woman - one that I was rapidly falling in love with.
About an hour after Christie's breathing had found the steady rhythm of sleep, I couldn't take it anymore. I had to see Molly, if only to tell her that we couldn't see each other anymore. As carefully as possible I snuck out of bed and tiptoed out of the room. Sneaking around in my own house, feeling like a kid breaking curfew didn't exactly make me feel any better but it was the best for everyone. Christie couldn't know of this. I couldn't handle her knowing about this.
Besides, it was for her own good. Once I'd told Molly that we were over but that I'd still be there for her in a platonic way, everything would be better. Christie and I would return to our loving, if sexless, marriage and Molly... well, maybe she could try Internet-dating?
The thought of my sexy mother-in-law dating someone else made my stomach churn and gave me a bitter, angry taste in my mouth, and I decidedly pushed the thought away.
I reached her room and paused. She was most likely asleep. What then? Should I wake her up? Was that really my plan? I had definitely not thought this through.
Well, I couldn't stay here all night! If she was awake, we would talk, if not - well, it was a warm night, she might not even be covered, so the trip wouldn't have been wasted...
Jeez, I'd become a creep. New plan: if she was awake, we would talk, of not, I would close my eyes and leave her alone and go back to bed. Like a non-creep.
I opened the door ever so quietly, and I was encouraged by the dim light of her night-lamb - if she'd the light on, she was awake, probably reading.
"Hello Rick," her low, sensual voice greeted me and I pushed the door open. My jaw hit the floor when the vision that was my mother-in-law appeared before me.
She was laying on her side on the bed, her head resting on one arm, while the other rested on her thigh - her naked thigh. She was wearing only lacy, purple bra and matching panties. My eyes slid over her glorious body, stopping at her tits that were mashed together by the bra to create that cleavage I loved so much, before continuing down to her crotch. When she noticed where my eyes were fixed, she opened her legs invitingly and smiled hungrily at me.
"Molly, I..." I feebly began. We had to stop this. I had to stop this. I had to be calm and rational and not stare at those huge tits that were right there, just begging to be touched, licked... bitten.
"I was waiting for you, Rick. I've missed you sooo much," she said and her hand wandered down between her thighs, rubbing her panties slightly. In my boxers, my cock reacted very favourably to her lewd display and raised a very noticeable tent. I should have put something on before coming here!
"I don't..." I began, battling my traitorous dick but I didn't get any further. She crawled up on her knees, sitting hunched forward, making it impossible for me to look away from her tits. God, they were huge...
"I need you, Rick," she breathed and suddenly the elastic band in my boxers were below my erect dick, freeing it in its naked glory. Barely in control anymore, I stepped forward until my hard rod was pointing straight at her lips. She opened them and welcomed me into her warm mouth.
"Oh God..." I muttered and grabbed a hold of her soft hair and used it to press my dick further into her sucking mouth. It felt so good! And it... it made me angry. Looking back, I still can't really explain it but as I looked down at my sexy, wonderful mother-in-law gobbling up my iron-hard prick pissed me off. It wasn't fair that it felt so good with Molly and not at all with Christie.
"Fuck," I muttered and hammered my crotch into her face, my cock easily sliding down her throat that welcomed its invading presence. Oh God...
She gagged and pulled back a bit, grabbed a mouthful of air and dove back in again, letting my cock slide back into her throat, milking me as best she could - and she was good at it! Her willingness, her eagerness was so arousing - and in my current state, so infuriating! Holding her head still, I fucked her face like a madman. I fucked like I'd seen in porn, and it felt fucking good! The slut had it coming too! She deserved it, and she got it! At one point, I hit her at juuust the right angle and with juuust enough force that she actually threw up around my dick. Not that that slowed her down, she continued slobbering over my hard tool, cleaning up any mess she made.
I finally pulled her off my cock and with a grip of her hair, I forced her to look up at me.
"Fucking slut. So sexy, such a great fuck... you just have it all, don't you?" I hissed at her.
"I do now," she smiled up at me.
Slap! I don't even know what happened but suddenly my right hand connected with her cheek in with a loud smacking-sound. I sickened myself but I couldn't stop and pushed her backwards
"On your knees... cunt," I commanded menacingly, and she instantly obeyed, twisting around and presenting me with her nice tight ass, barely covered by her thong-panties. Pulling it aside I found her cunt that was already more than ready. I ran my finger down her labia, and it got wet - she was drenched!
"Fucking slut," I muttered. I couldn't even be cruel to her without her getting wet off of it. Without hesitation, my cock ploughed its way inside her, filling her tight cunt.
"Uhh!" she gasped and I reached out and grabbed her long, dark hair with one hand and her shoulder with the other. Using them as leverage and control, I rode her hard, my fingers digging into her skin.
"Oh, Riiiick!" she gasped as I pulled her head backwards and met my every thrust, fucking me back as hard as she could.
"That's Sir to you... slut!" I growled, let go of her shoulder and slapped her ass as hard as I could - hard enough to make my hand sting.
"I'm sorry, Sir! Please punish me, please fuck me, oh it feels so gooood!" she moaned and I spanked that sexy ass again and again while fucking her. It didn't take long before her moaning sounds grew to an orgasm, and I grabbed her hips and fucked her with all my strength, just forcing my cock into her again and again. Hard and fast, I hunted my own orgasm, and barely even registered that she came again, rubbing her own clit as I took her.
"I'm gonna... gonna cum...!" I finally gasped and my entire world exploded for a second, everything turning to bliss and pleasure. I grunted and lunged deep into her one last time, emptying my balls in her cunt.
"Ah... fuck..." I mumbled and collapsed on top of her, delightfully spent. For one long, wonderful moment, everything was right in the world, and I felt great.
Then it all came crashing back.
I had done it again. I had betrayed Christie again - while she was in the house!
And I'd hit my mother-in-law. A woman whose only crime was helping me with my betrayal - I mean, I could just have stayed the fuck out of her room, as I should have. What did I think would happen once I came in here? And what kind of a man hits a woman?
"I'm..." I started and rolled off this delicious woman, my dick sliding out of her slippery pussy, and ending up on my back, "Jesus Christ! I'm so sorry, Molly..." I hid my face in my hands, not able or willing to look at her.
"Shh... Rick, it's okay..." she tried to soothe me. Like I knew she would. She should be mad at me but instead she put her arms around me. Her soft body felt so good against me, and it was far, far more than I deserved.
"I don't know what's happening to me. I hit you, and I betrayed Christine - the two women I love. I... I shouldn't be here," I said and tried to get up but my lovely mother-in-law held me down.
"Rick, listen. It's fine. It was a little slap and I'm okay. More than okay, it was actually kinda hot. I love when you take control like that," she said, "I told you, remember? I like a lot of different stuff... if you wanna slap me that's fine - go for it."
Her words and the soothing feel of her body gradually calmed me down, but still: "Yeah, but we're still fucking around behind Christie's back," I pointed out.
"Maybe... maybe we should talk to her?" she suggested slowly, "I mean... I mean, we love her and she loves us. Maybe we could... work something out?"
"I... don't know about that," I answered after some consideration, "it feels so wrong, what we're doing. Why would she be okay with that?"
"Well, seeing as you came here on the night she returned after having been gone a week, I'm gonna take a guess that your sexlife isn't exactly stellar. And from what I know about you, I'm gonna guess that it's by her choice. Or maybe not choice, but it was her idea that the two of you didn't have sex tonight."
"I... she was tired," I shrugged, loyally defending my wife though I'd had the same thoughts half an hour ago.
"She's often tired around bedtime, isn't she?" Molly wondered.
"Well, yeah, that's why she goes to bed," I couldn't help but grin and she smiled in return: "You know what I mean."
"Yeah, I guess," I shrugged, "I'll think about it."
We talked for a while longer before I kissed her goodnight - a long, longing goodnight-kiss that left us both wanting more - and slipped through the house to the master-bedroom.
Where my very awake wife was waiting for me.
Busted.
Shit.
"Hey there, Rick," she said calmly.
"Christie..." was all I managed. I stood by the door, frozen, not knowing what the hell to do or say.
"I must say," she said after a little while, "that I'm a little disappointed. I'd have thought you could at least stay in our bed a couple of nights before seeking the embrace of your new paramour."
"I... you knew?" I asked bewildered.
"Of course I knew! You were so nervous on the ride home that you practically screamed 'I have a secret!' and my mother suddenly wearing clothes and make-up? And being happy? And you constantly avoiding talking about her or to her? Two plus two is still four, no?" she said tersely.
"I'm... I don't know what to say, Christie," I admitted, feeling foolish.
"Well, you could start by apologising for trying to deceit me!" her words cut like a knife.
"I'm... well, I AM sorry. I just... I don't know what happened but I'm so sorry, I hurt you," I said and sat down on the bed, staring hard at my hands in my lap.
"Look at me, Rick," she demanded and I raised my eyes to hers, "what happened?"
I shrugged but then tried to explain. That first night of wine and beautiful, female seduction and the confused next morning, Molly's (at then reasonable) explanation that we both needed attention and the spiral downwards into sexual bliss.
"I love you and I love her," I finished, "and don't know what to do or even feel..."
"So, she's that good a fuck?" she asked in a strained voice. I flinched at her words but couldn't deny it, so I answered: "Yeah, I guess. But it's not just that - not just physical. I do love her... but yeah, the physical part is... is nice too."
She flinched as if my words hurt her and I could see a sharp answer was on the tip of her tongue. But she didn't say the words. Instead, she got a thoughtful, almost melancholic look on her face. The silence seemed to last forever, until she sighed deeply.
"I know I haven't been the best wife either. I'm... I'm not like my mother, I don't like... sex. But I do love you, Rick, and... and even as much as it hurt, when you left my bed, I don't want to lose you," she said in a pained voice.
"Hey, you're not gonna lose me," I tried to assure her.
"Yes, I am. You've already shown that. You need physical intimacy, and you desire it so much that you're ready to desert me for it. No, don't deny it," she ordered and held up her hand to quell my protests, "so... well, I guess, if I'm not willing to lose you, I have to share you."
"Wait, share me?" I asked incredulous.
"Yes," she said and straightened up with a deep breath, "share you. But only with mom. No strange sluts, just me and mom."
"You're not serious. I mean, come on, Christie?" I said in disbelief.
"You were more than happy about it when you thought I didn't know," she pointed out, "what's different now?"
"But... would you be okay with this?" I asked.
"If... if you love me and continue to love me, I can give a little piece of you to my mother. I love her too, you know... You want this or not?"
"Of course! It's exactly what I want. It's like having my cake and eating it at the same time!" I exclaimed.
"Don't!" she ordered, "don't tell me what you do to her! It's my mom you're talking about!"
I looked uncomprehendingly at her for a little while before I got her drift, "I didn't mean it like... No, I wasn't-"
And then I noticed her little smile and knew she was playing me, "ah, Christie! Really?"
She just laughed at me., "you should have seen your face!"
I crawled across the bed to her and hugged while we both still laughed, and it felt like that laugh saved our marriage. We hugged for a long while until we finally felt asleep.
--
"This show is so bad," Christie declared. She was leaning against me on the couch with my arm around her shoulder while we watched the fifth season of Project Runway, and she was right - it really was bad.
"Aw, come on! We can't watch boring documentaries all the time," Molly answered. She too was leaning against me with my arm around her shoulder - though she managed to turn in such as way (with a little help from me, perhaps) so my hand was resting against her boob.
It'd been a week since Christie had come home and we'd had our talk, and we were still feeling things out. Still, it was pretty great, I must admit.
"Whatever. I've had enough - I'm going to bed. Coming Rick?" she asked me as she stood up.
"Eh... In a bit. Like, half an hour or so," I told her, my hand unconsciously squeezing my mother-in-law's tit - hopefully without Christie noticing. This was all still new, and I didn't want to rub her nose in it or anything.
"Okay," she said and she bent down to give me a quick kiss. Then she shot a quick look at her mother.
"Night, Mom... enjoy," she said with a little smile as she turned and walked out the living-room.
"Goodnight, dear. Love you!" her mother called to her retreating back. As soon as my wife was out of the room, my hand became a lot more insisting on Molly's wonderful breast, and I lost what little focus I had had on the silly reality-show.
When I heard my wife's steps on the stairs I bent down and whispered into Molly's ear: "Get naked, and get me hard."
She looked up at me with a loving smile, before getting up and shredding her clothes, top and bra gone in seconds, pants getting kicked off her shapely leg a few seconds later and finally the panties hid the floor, leaving my mother-in-law naked and ready for the second part of her task. She dropped to her knees and with her tits gently swaying beneath her, she crawled back to the couch and in between my spread legs.
"Is it cold in here, pet?" I asked and reached down and grabbed an already-hard nipple, rolling it between my fingers. It was a new nickname, I was trying out, and from the eager look in her eyes, it was not one she objected to.
"Must be," she answered with her most cheeky smile as her fingers opened my zipper and pulled my pants down, "or maybe obeying my young, handsome lover and stripping for him and being his pet makes me... hot."
Her words (and well, the look of her naked, willing body and the delightfully heavy boob in my hand) made an impression in my groin as something struggled within my boxers. Like any good, obedient slut would, she helped it out by lowering them.
Now free of its cotton-prison, my dick tried to rise to greet its liberator, who was equally eager to meet it. Both her small, well-manicured hands with the French manicure grasped it and began stroking it, slowly, lovingly.
"Mhm, so biiig," she sighed right before her lips touched it. A quick kiss. Then one more. And another.
"More," I groaned after those little kisses had gone on long enough.
"You mean like this, Sir?" she asked teasingly and planted a kiss right on my dickhead, parting her lips slightly and allowing her tongue to teasingly touch my sensitive flesh.
"No," I growled, "I mean like this!" I grabbed her hair and used it to pull her face down upon my cock, forcing it into her deliciously warm mouth while I thrust upwards, trying to ram as much of my length into her as possible.
"Glag!" she gagged but made no other move to protest let alone try to resist. Instead, she obediently started sucking, following my rhythm as I forced her head up and down my soon-hard cock.
"Muuuuch better..." I sighed but still didn't relent of even just give some of the control back to her. I loved being in charge, and the knowledge that she loved me being in charge at least as much, only made it all the sweeter.
"Oh fuck yeah," I gasped, "oh, you're so good with a cock in your mouth."
"Rankh rou, Rir," she gagged-answered, my cock distorting her speech in a rather erotic way.
"Shh..." I shushed her gently and forced her lips all the way down to my pelvis, "don't talk with your mouth full. Just... suck..."
She obediently stayed with her nose buried in my pubic hair, her throat milking my shaft trying to swallow all that I gave to it. She grew red in the face and soon her eyes were brimming with tears that ran down her cheeks but still she remained faithfully still, silently worshipping my dick. God, she was hot!
"Fuck, you're sexy. Oh, it feels so good. You're doing so great, little pet," I muttered, encouraging her devotion. Not that she really needed much encouragement - despite how unpleasant it must have been for her, It wasn't until the lack of oxygen made her instincts take over that she pulled her face off of me. She took two deep breaths and then she attacked my dick again, swallowing it whole, once again resting her face in my pubics.
"It's okay," I said and pulled her off again.
"Thank... you... Sir..." she said, breathing hard. She looked a mess: tear-streaks down her face, drool hanging in strands from her mouth down her shirt and she struggled just to breathe. All just to please a whim of mine.
God, she was sexy. And she was all mine.
"Get that skirt off," I ordered, and soon her black skirt flew through the air, leaving her naked from the waist down. Since 'the talk' with Christie a week ago, I had begun to assert my control and dominance over my sexy mother-in-law more and more - and one of the ways was a prohibition from wearing panties. So even if we weren't together on any given day, she would still be constantly reminded of and showing her devotion to me.
That pleased us both - immensely.
"Good girl," I muttered as I stroked her hairless pussy that was already more than ready. Her pussy was threatening to overflow, and my fingers were wet and sticky when I let go of her. Wordlessly, I held them up to her mouth and she dutifully licked and sucked them clean.
"On your knees," I commanded and patted the space next to me on the couch. She obeyed and presented me with her sexy, round ass and easy access to her dripping pussy. I gave her a hard kiss on her cheek before crawling up behind her.
"First," I muttered, "some lube..." Without warning I shoved my iron-hard prick up into her cunt, making her gasp in desire. She was so tight, wet and warm... I jammed my cock in and out of her a few times, getting it glistening wet before I pulled out of her. I repositioned it at her other entrance and pushed forward.
"Ngnh..." she grunted and did her best to relax. Slowly but relentlessly, I pressed myself into her, forcing my way into her tightest opening.
"Oh fuck..." I muttered. Her cunt was tight, but this was something else entirely. Her ass squeezed me like her pussy could only dream of and I had to use my strength to keep it from pushing me out.
"You... nhhnnn... you like it, Sir?" she asked in a strained voice.
"Fuck yeah!" I gasped and pushed into her a little harder. Several centimetres of dick vanished into her dark place in one go, and she groaned in pained pleasure.
"You like... Ahhh! You like fucking my ass?" she asked in the same tone.
"Fuck yeah!" I gasped again, not really having anything clever to say. My dick being halfway buried in the sexy woman's ass really turned out to be a challenge for my conversational skills. Who'd have thought?
Instead, I focused on the task at hand, and slowly more and more of me disappeared from view. When I finally was able to rest my pelvis against her soft ass, it was an amazing feeling. For only the second time, I conquered her wondrous ass.
"Now," I said as I slowly withdrew a little, only to push myself back in again, "You'd better get busy in your little, wet cunt..."
"Ngh! Yes, Sir," she said and shifted her weight around a bit, freeing a hand that found its way down between her legs.
"Because when I'm done, you'd better have cum twice already!" I continued and pushed my dick back into her.
"Oh! Ah, yes, Sir. I'll do... my best..." she muttered, and suddenly she started moving around in little, erratic movements. Clearly, her fingers had begun their duty.
"Good. How's your ass feeling?" I wondered.
"Oh... It's fine, Sir," she answered, "I mean-I mean, there's a huge, fucking... oh! cock buried in it but that's all..."
"Good," I muttered and withdrew quite a bit become moving it back in again, making her moan in response. Then again and again, a little harder each time, and soon, I was fucking my little slut's enchantingly tight ass.
"Oh Sir, you're so FUCKING BIG!" she cried, her hand making wet sounds in her cunt as it attempted to obey my command.
"Quiet, slut!" I hissed at her and slapped her ass. After all, Christie was upstairs and probably not asleep yet, so we had to be somewhat respectful.
"Sorry, Sir!" she answered contrite and moaned a bit more quietly, "I'm just... uh, I'm... Fuck, fuck, FUCK!"
Her entire body shook, and I think she bit down on the armrest of the couch to keep from crying out, as she came. Her ass clenched, and it felt like she was trying to squeeze my dick off! Not willing to let her press me out, I tighten my grip on her thighs and shoved my dick into her.
"OH!" she gasped and pressed back against me, and suddenly, I was riding her way, way harder than before, throwing all caution and tenderness aside.
"Jeez, you're so BIIIIG!" she gasped though it didn't sound like a complaint. Her fingers were still busy in her cunt, and her moans of pleasure certainly didn't sound like I was doing anything to her that she didn't want.
Christ, it was good! She was good! It was hot as hell fucking her mouth, and her pussy never failed to get me off but her ass was just something out of this world. And I wasn't gonna hold for much longer. I could already feel the tell-tale signs of a pending explosion. Pleasure and desire roamed through my body, and I wanted more. More fucking. More of that tight ass. More of her submission. More of her enjoyment.
"You'd better... hurry, slut!" I growled, severely out of breath and grabbed her hair, using it for leverage and control... and to feed my sadistic tendencies that had been growing ever since I first stuck my dick in this amazing woman.
"Ah... yes, Sir!" she gasped, "Almost..."
"There'll be no cumming... for you... in a week... if you disobey!" I warned her.
"Oh God...""she cried, "Oh please! Oh God, I love you, Master! Oh, yes, I'm yours! Please, own me! You own me! YOU OWN ME! AAHHHH-" she cut herself short when she bit down on the couch, remembering not to disturb Christie.
Master? Shit, I liked the sound of that! The thought of putting a collar around Molly's neck ignited the slumbering explosion in me, and I groaned as loudly as her hot little ass drained my balls.
"Fuuuck..." I gasped and collapsed on-top of her.
"So... Master?" I asked a few minutes later as I crawled off her and more or less tumbled down into the couch. She had fucked all strength and sense of equilibrium out of me.
"Sorry to spring it on you like that," she answered as she turned around and bent down to my dick, it just seemed so... natural. And when you said you'd forbid me from cumming, it... it seemed like the only appropriate title. Are you mad?"
She took my shrinking cock in her mouth, running her tongue up and down the shaft, getting all juices off it.
"Nono, It's... well, it's insanely hot, actually," I said as I looked at her cleaning me and I knew I'd be going shopping for a collar tomorrow, "we'll discuss this later." When she was satisfied with the state of my cock, she gave it one last kiss and helped me getting my boxers back on.
It was a little awkward as we dressed, seeing as we were heading for different beds but that was the compromise that had been worked out.
"See you tomorrow," I said hesitantly and gave her a half-hearted hug. This was so stupid! I had just fucked her brains out (through her ass!) but now it felt... like we were in-laws again. She hugged me closely, mashing her wondrous tits against me and said: "Goodnight... Master."
I looked at her and that mischivious smile was back.
"Night... pet," I answered with a smile of my own and escorted her up the stairs. I kissed her goodnight and went into the bedroom, as quietly as possible, and stripped and laid down next to Christie.
"Had fun?" she asked, sounding half-asleep.
"I ehh... yeah, actually," I admitted, not really enjoying the unfamiliar territory of discussing my fucking her mother.
"Mom sounded like she enjoyed it..." she continued.
"Eh, yeah. I... I'm sorry," I apologised, "I tried to keep her quiet..."
"Oh, don't worry. I'll buy some earplugs or something tomorrow.. Just... just come here and hug me and tell me you love me."
"I do love you. You're the best wife ever," I told her as I put my arm around her. She tugged herself into my arm and we fell asleep like that, with me having my cake after having eaten it, just five minutes ago...
The End