Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, InLaws, Oral Sex, Anal Sex,
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Guy wakes up missing his underwear while his mother in law is in for a visit...
Waking up with no pajama bottoms on is weird. Waking up with no bottoms on next to your wife would be one thing, but she wasn't home. I threw on a pair of boxers and went in search of my pants. I pulled back the sheets and looked under the bed, no dice.
I looked out the window at the dawn approaching. The clock on my bedside table said 5:45, surprising me. I usually got up grudgingly when my alarm went off at 7:30, dogged tired. This morning I woke up an hour early, and totally refreshed. I stretched mightily and wondered what the deal was. I scratched my butt and went to the bathroom for a drink. After downing a cold glass of h2o, I went to the door of my bedroom and opened it, looking out into the hall. It was mostly dark and shadowy, except down at the end where I had put out a nightlight for my mother in law to find her way to the bathroom across the hall. Her door was open, and it looked like my pants were on the floor in front of it.
"Why is her door open?" I wondered to myself. "Must have left it that way when she went to the bathroom," I convinced myself as I went down the hall to pick up my bottoms. I picked them up off the floor and looked in on my mother in law. She was sound asleep, and stunning, lying there with the blanket covering just her feet.
"WHOA!" I said to myself, shutting the door quickly, but quietly. "Julie sleeps nude! NICE!!!"
I have to explain about my mother in law. Julie is my wife's mom, but is only older by 15 years. Janet, my wife is 21, and works as a translator for the French consulate in Japan. Needless to say, I haven't been seeing Janet very much. She's a workout junkie, and to my tastes, a little too thin. I like women a little fuller and rounder. More Catherine Zeta Jones round, than Cameron Diaz stick thin.
So my 36 yr old mother in law, who is only 8 yrs older than me, is a total knockout. I can see why all the boys in her neighborhood wanted to knock her up - she's hotter than most models. She had given birth at 15, and managed to finish high school and college while living at home with Janet.
Long, wavy, waist length red hair framed a creamy, white, heart shaped face. She's the type of woman who always has that look in her eye like she's up to something. I had always had the delusion that she was checking me out when I was not looking, and I was doing the same at her, just not getting away with it as well.
It's hard not to stare at her. She's about 5'7", has firm, high breasts that are much more than a handful without being ridiculous, a kickin ass, and long shapely legs. In other words, my ultimate fantasy. If I had met her before I had met Janet, I would have been on her in a second!
I stood in the hallway, realizing that those beautiful tits that I had often admired from afar, were bared for my viewing on the other side of the door I had closed. "No way!" I said to myself, my hand already turning the knob. I moved to throw my bottoms in the hamper when I realized that they were covered with something sticky. I let go of the handle and took a good look. Yup, it was sperm.
"What the fu..." I began to whisper when my dream came back to me. I had woken up from a dream where I had been looking at Julie in bed while I stood at the door and beat off. At one point, she opened her eyes and watched me, smiling slightly. The dream was quickly fading, but I now wondered how much of it had been real, and how much fantasy.
I let go of the door and dropped my pants in the hamper and went down stairs. The house was really quiet around me, making me think of my absent wife. Janet travels a lot of the time for work, but for the amount she gets paid, I don't complain much. She usually leaves for 3 week periods, and it was just before one of these that a call came in from Julie.
"Martin, how are you?"
"Hey Jules, how's tricks?"
"Really DRY!" she said, teasingly. I knew she had a boyfriend, but from what Janet had said, he was older and pretty lame.
"Oh, that's a shame. Such a waste of a Sweet Young Thang!" I teased back.
"Oh Stop. Martin, you are such a tease. Listen, I have a conference near you, and I wanted to know if it'd be cool if I crash with you and Janet for a week or so."
"Crash here for a week or two?" I questioned, looking at Janet.
"I'll be gone, it's up to you." she said non-committally.
"Jules? Come on down, you can keep me company while losergirl jets off to Japan again. I swear she's got a little geishaboy to take care of her needs..."
Jules's voice changed, becoming ultra-sexy. "Oooooh, lucky little girl, having a boytoy to take care of her every need..."
My mouth went dry and my pants tented out, causing me to turn away from my wife. "Uh, Okay. So when are you coming in?"
She paused, "Hmmmm, let me see... My conference doesn't start until Wednesday, but I can come in on sunday to hang out and at least see the daughter who doesn't want to see me much for one day. How does that sound, Martin" The way she said my name caused my head to spin. I felt intoxicated by her voice tot he point where I heard her say "See you sunday big boy..." and didn't answer until she was off the phone.
"Martin, what's wrong?" Janet asked from the table. She was clearing the dishes as I hung up.
"Hmmm? Oh, nothing. Your mom is coming sunday to hang out before your flight."
"Oh. Do me a favor and try to pay attention to her while she's here. She may be my mother, but she's so high maintenance."
Janet had grown up in a difficult situation, but Julie had tried to make the best of it. For all of Janet's good traits, I was seeing more and more how narrowminded and sometimes sullen she could be when it came to her mother. And when it came to me to tell the truth. This trip that she was going on was going to be longer than normal, and in the last few trips, I had more email than phone calls from her. I figured that once she got back, we'd sit down and have a serious talk about things.
Janet and I went to pick her up at the airport and we all went out to dinner. Julie was the perfect mother in law the whole time, telling Janet she traveled too much, and promised to take care of me while she was gone. We dropped Janet off for her flight, Julie staying with the car while I walked her in.
"Please pay attention to my mom this week, I think she needs it."
"Sure thing. What makes you say that though?"
"Her boyfriend is being kind of lame, and my Dad is not exactly supportive, wherever the hell he is."
"You know it. I'll be the perfect host."
A too-quick kiss at the gate and Janet walked down the corridor to catch her flight. I had gotten back out to the street, and saw Julie fixing her makeup in the mirror. "God," I said to myself. "How could such a beautiful woman still be single?!?"
I opened the door and slid into the seat, restarted the car, and pulled into traffic. Conversation stayed pretty tame, but I couldn't help but feel the sexual tension in the car. Was it just me, or did she feel it too? It continued all the way home and into the house. I bid her a good night and told her to come down to my office when she woke up.
That was last night, and this morning I woke up with a fuzzy recollection of an awesome dream, and a sticky pair of bottoms. Was I sleep walking again?
As a kid, I used to wake up in the backyard all the time, standing in front of a tree. I had pretty vivid dreams as a kid, but after a few months, I had grown out of it. I wonder if all of the buildup from the phone conversation and the drive home had reawakened it.
I work from home, so sat down at my desk and pulled up the program I had been working on. After I checked it, and started recompiling it, I went into the kitchen. I puttered round the kitchen making coffee and some breakfast for myself and slicing some fruit for Jules. I grabbed my mug and sat back down, working for several hours before hearing footsteps above me. I saved my work and went back into the kitchen. Grabbing the bowl of fruit I had sliced, I put it on the tray and poured a cup of coffee, black with two sugars. A small shot of OJ and I wisked the tray up in one hand, and went through the door and upstairs.
I went up the stairs and down the hall and saw that her door was closed. I made some obvious noise coming down the hall before knocking on the door.
"I'm not decent!" she said loudly from behind the door.
I leaned in and said in a ridiculous accent "Baby, you MUCH MORE than decent. In fact, quite FANTABULOUS! Now throw on something so I can feed you, beautiful."
I turned the handle and opened the door. There, on the bed, was Jules. She had on a long nightie that covered everything worth covering, much to my disappointment.
"Morning sleepy. I made you some breakfast." I put the tray down across her lap, and pulled the napkin, setting it in her lap with a flourish. She smiled and picked up the juice, taking a long deep sip.
I smiled and began to leave.
"How did you sleep Martin?" she asked, rather cryptically.
"Great now that you mention it, woke up pretty early though. Why do you ask?"
"Nothing, just curious" she answered with a slight grin.
I left and went to grab a shower. I shucked out of my clothes and turned on the shower thinking about my dream, my mother in law, and my wife. Once it heated up, I stepped in and let the water wash over me for a while. My dong began to stir as I thought of her perfect breasts in the darkened room this morning. Morning showers had become my time for wacking off lately. Janet and I had been married for a little while, but as our relationship grew, I felt like we were growing apart. There were so many differences between us, and not just our ages. I sometimes wondered if she really did have to travel quite so much. To tell the truth, I wasn't really sure how much I missed her really. Didn't bode well for our future relationship.
Thinking about it all did nothing for my libido except make it non-existant. Shrugging and sighing, I shampooed my hair, shaved, and got out. Toweling dry, I wrapped it around my waist and opened the door.
"Hey sweetness" I heard from across the hall, "Thanks for the fruit, it was delicious." I peeked around into her room and was surprised to see her standing there in a jogging bra and a pair of panties. Her jugs threatened to spill out of the small top, and her thighs and ass looked delicious in the thong panties as she wiggled into a pair of tight shorts.
"Uh... um... your... um welcome." I stammered as she pulled her hair back in a ponytail.
She giggled, smiling at me. "You'll have to let me make you dinner tonight, okay?"
"Sure thing Jules. I have to head to the office for a few hours, I'll be back at around 5, okay? If you need anything, the store is right around the corner."
"Cool, thanks Martin." She said as she walked past me, giving me a lingering kiss on the cheek. "Gonna go run, cya later" she said as she pulled on a big shirt.
I got dressed, went to my company's office, had a few meetings, and came home. Julie wasn't home, but there was a note on the table.
Some bonehead fucked some stuff royally and I have to go take care of it at the conference center. I'll make it up to you some how!
"Oh well" i thought to myself. I made myself some dinner, watched some TV and tried not to think of all the different things I wanted to do to my mother in law's body. I crashed at around 10 since I had woken up so early. As I drifted off to sleep, I heard the front door close and lock. The next thing I remembered it was morning again.
I opened my eyes and looked at the clock, and again, it was 5:45. I stretched, feeling my muscles pull and adjust as my most recent dream began slipping away. Inhaling deeply, I smelled perfume in the air in my room, which made the dream seem more real.
I had made my way down the hall again to Julie's open door. She was sitting up in bed, almost as if she was waiting for me. She was on the bed, dressed in a sheer black neglige that covered very little. She was pulling on her nipples and stroking herself between her legs. I dropped my boxers to my ankles and fished out my already hard cock. As I began to stroke it up and down, she slid off the bed and stood in front of me.
"Martin, are you awake? Martin? Hello?!?" she whispered as she waved a hand in front of my face.
I didn't respond because I was still asleep, but after a minute or so, she reached out and began to fondle my balls. Not stopping her, she bent down in front of me and breathed on my hard penis. After a few strokes, I moved my hand from my dick to her hair, guiding her mouth down onto my cock. It didn't take long before I was blowing my load into her mouth. I remember something vaguely like her standing up, licking her lips and walking me back to my room.
The next thing I remembered was waking up. I got out of bed and walked quietly down the hallway to her open door. Once again, she was in bed, but the negligie matched the one from my dream. Yup, I was sleepwalking.
I went downstairs, leaving the door open. "Jesus, what was I doing? I must be sleepwalking, but SleepJerking?" I thought to myself as I went into the livingroom and sat down on the leather sofa. I put my head back and thought about my dream again, drifting off to sleep. The sun woke me about an hour or so later by shining right into my eyes. It was blocked by something a moment later.
I looked up and saw Julie's outline in the sun. I pushed myself up into a sitting position, and yawned. "Hey Jules," I said around a jaw popping yawn. "Did you sleep well? Get that stuff done for the bonehead?"
She sat down next to me with a concerned look in her eyes. "Martin, are you okay? You, and You and Janet?"
"Um, sure, I'm fine. Why do you ask Julie?"
"You're fine... how about you and Janet?" She had asked, probably knowing the answer. The concern and care in her voice broke through a wall I had not known was there. I took a deep breath and looked away, trying not to show her how upset I was.
"Uh, we're okay I guess. I think we need to talk when she gets back, but I don't think it's anything to worry about." I tried to lie, but I began crying and everything came pouring out in a rush. My fears of her infidelity, my fears that I wasn't sure how much I minded, fears about being alone... everything.
She gathered me up into her arms and just stroked my hair and comforted me. She held me for a while until I finally got things under control and sat up, looking at my hands.
"Martin, I have something to tell you, and I am not sure you are going to like it."
"She's not coming back, is she?" I said, knowing the answer.
"No sweetie, she's not."
I sighed deeply and stood up. "Thanks for being honest Julie, I know I can always be honest with you. Would it surprise you if I wasn't sure it mattered anymore?"
I looked over at her as she stood up and felt myself falling in love. She stood there in a pair of shorts and a teeshirt, messed up hair, holding her arms out to me. I hugged her with my body rather than just my arms and she fit into me perfectly. Her head rested on my shoulder as she stroked the back of my neck, pulling my lower back into her. It was the most comforting thing I had ever felt, and I told her so.
She pulled away slightly and gave me a nice kiss on the lips. "My daughter is my daughter, so I have to love her. But I can love her husband too." The look in her eye was so totally different then I had ever seen before, it took my breath away. I felt like she really did love me right then.
"You want to be alone?"
"No, not right now."
"You want to run with me?" she asked, a slight grin on her face.
"Yeah, yeah I think I do."
She smiled brilliantly and swatted my butt. "Go change!"
I practically ran to my room and threw on some running clothes and shoes. As I tied my shoes, I realized that for the first time in a long time, I was happy. I was about to go running with a beautiful woman who made me feel good.
I tore back down the stairs and met her at the front door, her hair back again in a pony tail, her shirt loose and big, her shorts nice and tight. "Lets go!" I said, opening the door.
We stretched on the front porch, warming up our muscles. I swear she was bending over in front of me on purpose, just so I could see the outline of her panties in her tight shorts. I turned my head before she saw me, mostly to save me from getting a 10 inch lead pipe in my small shorts right before I went running.
We started off walking slowly to the end of the block when she started jogging. I couldn't help but stare at her chest heaving up and down with each stride. She started talking about something, but I couldn't take my eyes off her luscious body running next to me. I think she caught me staring, but I was beyond caring. Something in her eyes this morning had made me forget about everything but her. I looked at her face now, and was surprised to see that she had stopped talking and was just smiling, watching me out of the corner of her eye.
"Have you heard a word I have said, or were you too busy checking out my tits?"
I faltered and almost fell before catching my step and catching up with her. She laughed loudly and slowed down until I was even again with her. I stared straight ahead, still admiring her bouncing breasts out of the corner of my eye.
"It's okay Martin, I know they are pretty big. You can look if you want to you know."
I turned pretty red, sending her into peals of laughter. "Oh my god, you're shy!"
"No," I murmurred. "Just drier than the Sahara desert. Seems we have the same affliction, now don't we? Wanna head for home?"
She nodded as I turned down a side street, leading to my house. I held the front door open for her, and she trailed her hand across my muscled chest breathing, "Thanks..." I went to the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of water, walking into the living room. I sat down as she came in and began warming down my muscles and drinking the water. She sat down behind me, and leaned into me as I tried to stretch forward, lending her weight. A satisfied pop later and my back cracked noisily.
"Wow, that was loud!" she giggled. "Can you do me?" she asked.
"Do you?" I said, letting a little teasing into my voice.
"My back!!" she protested weakly, thumping me on the head.
I stood up and turned around as she did the same. She pulled off her shirt, leaving her in her skimpy jog bra. Her creamy skin glistened with a light coating of sweat, making my mouth water. "So how do you want me?"
"Don't ask me that Julie, that's just asking for trouble..." I said in a husky voice that didn't sound like my own. My eyes bored into hers, the sexual tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.
She smiled wickedly saying, "How do you want me to stand so you can crack my back, big fella." Her words said one thing, her body language was telling my dick to get hard. My dick, of course, complied. We just stood there staring at each other until her gaze drifted to my crotch. She licked her lips and turned around, showing me her amazing ass. "Do it Martin. Crack my back..."
She put her hands on her opposite shoulders with some difficulty considering her large chest. I bent down at the knees and wrapped my arms around her arms. Taking a breath, I stood up and arched my back, lifting her off the floor. The motion caused my hard cock to slide up her ass to the small of her back. I bounced her lightly to attempt to pop her spine, but only succeeded in pushing her ass onto my cock more, and have her tits spill out a little to the sides.
"Ahhh, that sure felt good. Why don't you shower first?"
I nodded, never taking my eyes off her chest. We went upstairs, me to the bathroom, her to her room, where we both shut the doors.
I looked at myself in the mirror. "She's your mother in law, cut the shit!" I couldn't help but think of her lying there this morning in the dim light, perfect breasts exposed. I thought about her tits bouncing up and down as we ran, and then again spilling out of her jog bra several minutes before. I pulled down my shorts and underwear and took a hold of my long hard cock. It was swollen, purple, and hard as a rock at 10 inches. Janet had always been able to take most of it, but it was a little too long for her canal, it bumped into her cervix if I got out of control.
I began to stroke it, adding a little soap from the sink dispenser for lubrication. I worked my hand up and down, from the base to tip, squeezing the top. I had worked up quite a bit of foam when I heard something coming from Julie's room. I thought it was a mistake until I heard her moan again. I opened the door a crack, taking my tool in hand, and listened for it again. It came faster this time and louder. I heard the bed springs begin to squeak as she pleasured herself, right across the hallway from me. I kept moving my hand up and down and around the head, stroking myself as I began to moan with her. As mine got louder, her's dropped off. I think she realized I had heard her in her room. I continued until I heard her begin to respond to each of mine.
We masturbated together across the hallway until her high yell matched my grunting as I came all over the wall in the bathroom. At this point, I really didn't care, pumping jism all over the wall and onto the floor. I felt like I was about to fall over I came so hard. The sense of wrongness of what I was doing made it all the more exotic and dirty. I closed the door and mopped up the cream on the floor with a bit of tp, and washed the soap off my crotch. Turning around and pulling up the seat, I took a leak and flushed. I pulled up my boxers on my mostly deflated cock, and opened the door.
Julie stood on the other side of the door, her face flushed and breathing a little heavily. "Aren't you going to shower?" she asked. I shook my head, "No, go ahead", I said.
She moved aside just enough for me to get by without touching her, but definitely within my personal space. I could smell the muskiness of her stirred up sex this close and it began to bring my cock back to life.
We didn't say anything as she closed the door, but she turned to catch my eye at the last second, an impish little smile on her face. I heard the shower door open and the water start as I leaned against the wall. I couldn't believe what I had just done, and I couldn't believe that I wanted so much more. What was wrong with me? What the hell was I going to do?
I heard her singing in the shower, and not badly at all. I could imagine her soaping up her delicious mounds and curves and cleaning her nooks and crannies. I longed to be a wash cloth at that moment. Shaking my head, I started down the hallway.
"Martin!?!" I heard from the bathroom.
I was back at the door in a moment. "Yeah Jules, what's up?" I spoke loudly through the door.
"Can you get me a washcloth? There isn't one in here."
"It's in the linen closet to your right."
"Oh" she replied, and I swore I heard a serious note of disappointment in her voice.
"Do you need me to find it for you?"
"Would you? That would be Fab!" she replied, excitement back in her voice.
I sensed that there was something going on here. Jules had helped us move in so she would know exactly where things were. Sensing a possible game, I opened the door saying "Here I come" and walked into the room, staring straight ahead of me. The closet was right next to the door of the shower, and as much as I wanted to, I didn't peek. Weirdly enough, I felt it was one of the rules of her game.
I opened the cabinet and pulled down a green washcloth, holding it in front of the door. I heard it slide open and felt her wet hand in mine. She took the cloth and thanked me. I turned towards the door, catching a glimpse of her naked body through the clear glass doors, noticing her gaze burning into me.
"Don't go sweetie, sit and talk to me."
I swallowed noisily and nodded. I went and sat on the toilet seat and kept my eyes on the floor. Not knowing the rules of the game, I decided to test it. I slowly started raising my head...
"No peeking!!!" she teased.
I groaned and crossed my legs to hide the monster growing in my shorts. She started asking how my work was, and telling me about her conference coming up.
Suddenly she asked, "Could you wash my back please?"
Springing off the seat, caused her to giggle as I waited at the door. She slid it open and bent over to get the soap, exposing the beautiful globes of her ass and a quick peek at her labia. Her skin was creamy white, glistening in the water. I tore my gaze away before she straightened.
"Hey, were you stealing a peek?"
"No, of course not," I lied.
"Okay. If Janet knew you were in here, she'd flip."
"I won't tell if you won't" I responded.
"Deal. Okay, you can look now." She was turned away and moved closer to the door, covering her breasts with her arms. I could see her beautiful heartshaped ass as I soaped up the washcloth and put the soap in the tray. There was already a bar in the tray, so the bending bit was definitely for my benefit.
I held her shoulder and washed her back slowly, wanting it to last as long as possible. Taller and curvier than my wife, she had a body built for sex. Her shoulders tapered down to a thin waist that swelled out into the nice soft curves of her ass and thighs. I could see more and more of the swell of her chest as I ran the washcloth lower. I dropped my eyes as she turned her head and looked at me.
"Jesus, Martin! You're soaked!"
My shirt was mostly plastered to my muscular upper body, but for the chance to stare at her lush behind, I would do quite a lot of things.
"Oh, and you're leaking all over the floor. This won't do." She protested.
I dropped my gaze as she turned halfway towards me. "Get that stuff off and come in here with me." Her voice had dropped in tone until it was literally dripping with sex.
"You sure you don't mind Jules?"
"I'm not saying anything if you don't, remember?" she said coyly over her shoulder.
Stripping in no time flat, I climbed into the shower and shut the door. The steam began to fill the small shower cabinet quickly, getting my skin slick with moisture. She handed me the washcloth and I began again. I turned her to face the back of the shower and moved the jet so that it mostly hit me. She stood still as I started at her shoulders, soaping up between and over her shoulder blades.
"This is much better, my nipples were getting hard from the cold before."
I chuckled, not trusting my voice at that moment. I ran the soapy washcloth down her sides and over the top of her ass, moving back up her spine to her neck. I rubbed harder on the second pass, following my movements for several paths. "Mmmm, can you rub a little harder this time?"
Suiting actions to words, I began to work my hand into the tight muscles in her shoulders. I dropped the washcloth and bent to pick it up. As I bent down, she turned her hips slightly towards me, showing off her bush. I came up slowly, taking my time to stare at it and then at the undersides of her breasts that she was not bothering to cover very much anymore. When I saw the look on her face, I almost came all over her. Her face was flushed, her tongue was licking her lips, and her eyes were heavy with lust.
"I think you missed some spots. Make sure you get everything clean." She pointedly looked down at my crotch and smiled, turning back to the wall. She put her arms above her head and to the sides as she spread her legs.
I soaped up the cloth and ran it up her arm to her hand. It brought me closer to her to the point that I felt my cock brush the outside of her hip. She moved into it and slowly rose off her heels, stroking my shaft with her hip. As I came down to her shoulder and moved to her other arm, I took a step forward and as I moved up her arm with the cloth, I slid my cock along the crack of her ass. She whispered, "Oh god..." as she ground her ass back into me. She rubbed her soapy ass up and down along the length until I moved the cloth down her shoulder to her lower back. I grabbed the bar of soap and soaped up my hands, dropping the cloth. I put my hands on her glorious ass and soaped it as she moved it back and forth, cooing softly. I brought my hands down her leg on the outside, and traveled back up on the inside.
She began breathing heavily as I approached the top, but I moved to the other leg before touching her pussy. I finished cleaning the inside of her other leg and began moving up her side when she turned around to face me. I looked deeply in her eyes, seeing the lust burning brightly, matching my own.
"You forgot the front Martin," she whispered, handing me the soap. Her hands at her sides, she stood waiting as I soaped up my hands. I started at her shoulders, and soaped them up, slowly moving down to the top of her breasts. As I worked the soap around and under her breasts, she reached up and took the soap, lathering up her own hands.
"Can't be the only clean one here ya know" she murmured. Her hands didn't play any games, they encased my hard cock, making it slippery. I ran my thumbs over her nipples, squeezing them lightly. She closed her eyes and moaned loudly, "Oh Martin..." Her thumb ran over the head of my cock while her other hand massaged my balls.
Leaving one hand playing with her nipples, I rinsed my other hand and reached between her legs. Even with the water soaking her skin, I could feel her lubrication soaking her pussy and thighs.
"Oh Julie... God, you are soaking wet. We shouldn't be doing this, but I have to make love to you..."
She practically wailed, throwing her arms around my neck, pulling me against the wall. I managed to tip my hips into the shower, rinsing all of the water off of my cock before she pulled my hips towards her. She drew my hands down to her ass as I picked her up and held her in the corner of the shower.
"Put that thing in me baby, put it in me now..."
I held her against the wall as I moved the big head of my cock to the opening of her pussy. She was so slick the head slid right in, eliciting a loud moan from both of us. I put both hands under her ass and she wrapped her legs around my back as I slid into her. Her mouth found mine and moaned loudly and deeply as our tongues attemted to jam themselves down each others throats. Her warm hot, tight cunt gripped me like a vise, only allowing me to push in, not pull out. The control she had over the muscles in her cunt was amazing. I felt like a teenager again as I bottomed out, barely touching her cervix. The difference between her and my wife was, I was all the way in.
"Oh jesus it's perfect. Long, thick, and really hard! Now use it... Jesus Martin, fuck me!!!"
I could tell she was close as well so I began long slow strokes to prolong our shower. Unfortunately (or fortunately), with her control, I could feel every fold and muscle in her cunt and it was driving me wild. I sped up the pace, causing our moaning to become louder and louder. She rubbed her breasts back and forth, her nipples raking across my own.
"Oh GoD, come with me... me oh Martin, yes yes... YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS OHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she screamed as the boiler in my groin burst, sending come shooting out of me and deep into her. I was slamming in and out of her, the fluids of our sex spilling out of her onto the floor. I slowed my strokes as we both began to regain our senses. Rather than sliding out of her and putting her down, I folded my legs under me, carrying her with me to the floor. I sat down in the middle of the shower, with my mother in law attached to my lap. I could feel the muscles squeezing me inside her, keeping me hard.
"God Martin, that was amazing!"
Rather than answer, I kissed her deeply once more. Usually with Janet, she's done after one, but Julie responded with renewed passion, her breasts mashed between us as she gripped my shaft within her and wrapped her legs around behind me. I flexed my cock, sending more blood into it, causing it to swell. She pulled back with a smile, "You're still hard!"
Pulling her legs around so she could kneel, she swiveled her hips in a strange, but rhythmic way, causing my blood to boil once more. "Oooo yeah, you are. You gonna fuck me again with that thing Martin? You gonna come all over the inside of your wife's mother's pussy? Yeah that's right Martin, you're fucking your wife's mother."
All of a sudden I got nervous about the whole thing until she said wickedly, "And if you don't want me to tell, I better be limping to my conference on Wednesday. Quit stalling and suck my tits!"
"Oh God!" she wailed as she pushed her feet under her for better leverage and squatted up and down on my cock. Her tits shook in front of her as she alternated between quick short strokes, and long deep ones. I just kept my tongue in place and supported her ass as she went to town on my cock. As her nipples brushed past my mouth, she kept up her dirty dialog.
"You should be ashamed, fucking your own mother in law. I thought you were awake the last two nights when you came to my door, but when I called your name you just stood there. I pulled down the sheet to shock you, but all you did was pull out your big fat cock and start stroking it." As she said stroke, she took several long deep strokes herself. "Jesus christ you have a big fat one. I stirred up my pussy to a good froth the first night thinking you'd wake up, but as we came, you just stared at me blankly. I realized you were still asleep so I sent you back to your room and frigged my clit again before I passed out. And last night I blew you and you didn't even know! I knew I had to have this cock in me, but I didn't think it would be THIS perfect!!"
"OH GOD Martin, you have a big fat meaty mother fucker!" she grunted as she moved all the way down to my balls.
She looked me in the eyes and said, "I knew I had to have this big prick buried in my pussy, but I didn't know how, so I started fingering my cunt after our run. I didn't realize I was so loud until I heard you. God Martin, it sent me right over the edge, I had to have it, so I started getting louder."
"Now my son in law is fucking me and I don't ever want it to stop. You like cramming your big fat cock in my pussy don't you big boy? You've wanted to fuck me since you met me, haven't you? God damn you're a good fucker. What other nasty little things do you dream about you horny little fucker?" She kept up the dirty commentary as her cunt slid up and down my shaft, her tits bouncing as she banged me.
Her dirty talking was bringing me to a boiling point fairly quickly even though I had already come twice. "I want to... I wanna" I began tentatively.
"Tell me what you want, don't stammer. God damn I'm gonna come again soon. Tell me, talk dirty to me! What... oh oh! What do you want?"
She was moving up and down at a fast pace at this point, and I was going to come soon, so I threw away all inhibition.
"Okay you horny little bitch, I want to spray hot sticky jizz all over the back of your cunt. Then I want you to lick me clean so we can go into your bedroom. Then I want you to blow me and let me fuck those big firm titties until I'm nice and hard, and then I'm gonna jam this big dong right up your ass!"
It proved too much for both of us as we both climaxed with a loud scream. I buried my face in her big tits as she grabbed me around my head and practically smothered me, arching her back. She fell all the way down my pole and sat there breathing heavily. "That... was... amazing... Oh my... god..."
I was slowly getting my breathing under control as my limp cock spilled out of her onto the floor. She hugged me with her arms and her legs and didn't move. I waited for her breathing to slow before I said, "What are you waiting for? Lick me clean you slut!"
She pulled back suddenly, gauging me. The dazed look was replaced by a lusty one as she whispered, "Oh yes, Master."