“Uh, that was the cream-filled you wanted, right Carole?”

“Yes. Thanks, Spencer,” the attractive middle-aged woman said from the backseat. She reached forward and took the offered donut from her son-in-law.

“And here’s you cruller, babe.” Spencer handed another donut to his wife as he climbed into the car, brushing the accumulation of snow off his shoulders. “Jesus, this snow is pretty bad. We better get going before it gets worse.”

“Here’s your coffee, Mom.” Peri turned in the seat and handed one of the cups back to her mother, and set Spencer’s and hers in the cup holders in the front console. “Yeah, it seems to be getting worse since we left the house fifteen minutes ago,” Peri said, looking out through the windshield as she fastened her seat belt. “Hopefully it’s clearer once we get out of this streamer. I’ve been looking forward to this weekend away for a month now. The weather better not screw with our plans.” She gave her husband a naughty look and winked at him, unseen by her mother in the back seat.

Spencer caught the look his wife gave him and smiled in return as he re-started the car, the wipers already having trouble keeping up with the falling snow. He and his wife, Peri, had been planning this ski trip weekend for a month now. Actually, the plan was more for a dirty weekend at the resort, with maybe a little skiing done in between. As a 27-year old investment banker with a large well-known firm, Spencer was expected to put in the hours, which he happily did and loved—but now it was time for their weekend away.

Peri was 25, and had recently started her practice as a psychologist. As a young associate, she was logging a lot of hours as well. She’d recently been hired on by a small partnership who found they couldn’t keep up with the number of clientele requesting their services. As young professionals, both Spencer and Peri often found themselves too tired when they got home to even think about sex, both of them usually falling asleep in front of late-night TV. Peri had been feeling that nasty itch between her legs lately, and was hoping to have Spencer scratch that itch nice and deep this weekend with that huge cock of his. Her suitcase was full of sexy lingerie and shoes that definitely weren’t made for snowy weather. She didn’t care at all if they never left the room.

The resort was about three hours away from where they lived—that three hours being under normal circumstances, not like the snow storm they found themselves in now.

Peri’s 47-year old mother, Carole, was hitching a ride back to the town she lived in, about halfway between the ski resort and the city where her daughter and Spencer resided. She’d gotten a lift from a friend early in the morning and spent the day visiting her sister, who lived in the same city as Peri and Spencer, having arranged in advance to get a ride home with her daughter and son-in-law on their way to the resort. Carole’s home was right on the way, and they’d happily agreed to give her a lift. As soon as Peri and Spencer had finished work on Friday, they grabbed their bags and picked up Carole at Peri’s aunt’s house and made their way out of town, making a brief pit stop for donuts and coffee on the outskirts of the city. Hoping to get to the resort as soon as possible, they left the donut shop and headed out.

“Jesus, I can’t believe this,” Spencer said, sipping his coffee as he carefully made his way onto the freeway, keeping his eyes on the taillights of the car ahead of him.

“Be careful, sweetie,” Peri said, squinting to try and see through the falling snow as well. “Take your time. I don’t feel like dying on this trip.”

“Agreed. Here, take this,” Spencer said, handing her his coffee cup as he sat up straighter and leaned forward, both hands gripping the wheel tightly. The snow was falling heavier now, and he could barely see the lines on the road from the car in front of him, the red taillights ahead almost blinking now as the snow prevented him from seeing them clearly. On top of everything else, darkness was starting to settle in.

“Oh dear,” Carole said from the backseat, “this isn’t good.”

“No, it’s not,” Spencer replied, flicking the wipers onto “HIGH” in order to keep up with the heavily falling snow. The tenseness of the situation quieted all three of them as Spencer concentrated on the road, his nerves on edge. The situation didn’t improve, and after about forty-five minutes, if anything, it seemed to get worse.

“LOOK OUT!” Peri burst out, pointing out the windshield.

Through the heavily-falling snow, Spencer saw the car stopped right in front of them at the same time Peri did. He instinctively reacted by slamming on the brakes and jerking the wheel. The car spun on the icy road as he tried to get it under control, but to no avail. He felt it turning sideways and tried to steer in the opposite direction to bring it straight, but it just kept going. It did a full 360, finally stopping its slide and coming to a stop as it faced in the direction they were originally going. Gasping nervously and with his heart racing, Spencer pulled the car over to the side of the road and slammed it into park, putting his hazard lights on as leaned forward and rested his head on the steering wheel.

“Is everybody okay?” he asked, turning to look at his wife and her mother.

“Yes, I’m fine,” Peri said, visibly shaken. “Mom?”

“I’m okay. Thanks, Spencer. That was close.”

“Too close.” Spencer shook out his arms, trying to shake off the tension.

Peri pulled out her phone. “I’m checking the weather forecast.” Her fingers flew over the screen of the phone. “Geez. It’s just been updated minutes ago for this region. It says this storm is going to continue for at least another four to six hours.” They all looked out the front window, huge flakes of snow continuing to fall. “What do you think we should do, Spencer? Do you think we should turn around and try to get back home?”

“No way,” Spencer said emphatically. “I’m going to creep along the side of the road here until we come to the next off-ramp. If we’re where I think we are, there are a few roadside motels close to this part of the highway. Hopefully we can make it that far without getting in an accident.”

With the hazard lights flashing and the wipers going like a turbo-charged metronome, Spencer crept along slowly until he came to the next road. Happy to at least be off the main freeway, he breathed a sigh of relief as he took the curving ramp to the side road, coming shortly after that to a gas station.

“I’ve gotten gas here before,” he said. “There’s a motel just down the road a bit, if I remember right.” Continuing at a crawl, ten minutes later they spotted the flickering neon sign of the motel, but they couldn’t read it clearly until they were right under it.

“The Olde Log Inn,” Peri read out loud as they drove by at a snail’s pace.

“Well, I imagine it’s not The Ritz,” Spencer said, squinting to find the unit with the ‘OFFICE’ light over the door. “But anything’s better than trying to get through this snow.” He pulled up next to the office and dropped the car into park. “I’ll be right back.”

As soon as Spencer closed the door behind him, Carole leaned forward, resting her arm on the back of her daughter’s seat. “Peri, if Spencer gets us some rooms, what am I going to wear to sleep in? I just came for the day, so I’ve got nothing more than the clothes on my back.”

“It’ll be alright, Mom,” Peri replied, “I’m sure I’ve got something you can wear.” She thought about her suitcase full of lingerie, and wondered if she had spoken too quickly.

Spencer returned to the car moments later, once again brushing the snow off his shoulders, the stuff accumulating on his coat even in the short distance between the office door and the car. He climbed in, handing a grocery bag to Peri. “We got the last room. He said there were five people in the last hour who checked in because of the storm.” He pointed towards the bag he’d given Peri. “I even got us some food. We’ve got some sandwiches, chips, and something to drink. At least we won’t starve.”

“The last room?” Carole asked, a questioning tone to her voice.

“Yes,” Spencer said, turning and smiling at his attractive mother-in-law, seeing she was concerned about not having her own room. “But it does have two queen beds, so I think we’ll be okay.”

“It’ll be fine, mother,” Peri interjected, having noticed the tone in her mother’s voice. “It’s only for one night.”

“Of course. I’m sorry. As long as we’re not out there driving, that’s what counts. Thanks for being so careful, Spencer.”

“That’s okay, Carole. We’ll make the best of it. Okay, room #16. He said it’s the end one on the second floor, right above #8.” Spencer parked in front of the end unit, the number ‘8’ on the door barely visible through the heavily falling snow. He grabbed their two bags from the trunk and locked up as Peri and Carole made their way up the rickety stairs at the end of the building. Peri checked the room number and used the old-fashioned key to open the door. The three of them trudged in, brushing the snow off their coats.

Spencer set down the bags and stood up, gesturing with open arms towards the rest of the room. “Welcome to the Taj Mahal,” he said, trying to lighten the mood.

“It could be worse,” Peri said, taking off her coat as they all looked at their room for the night.

Typical of this kind of aging motel, the décor left a lot to be desired. The two queen beds looked tired and well-used, the wall art only slightly better than the classic ‘Velvet Elvis’, while the TV looked like something out of the Smithsonian.

“Well, we might as well get comfortable. It looks like we’re going to be here for the night,” Spencer said, handing out the sandwiches and drinks. The two women sat on the beds and curled their legs under them as they sampled the wrapped sandwiches.

“Mine’s pretty good. This looks homemade,” Peri said, eagerly taking a second bite. “What about yours, Mom?”

“Yes, this is so much better than I expected. These definitely aren’t from a vending machine.” She looked up at Spencer questioningly.

“The guy said once they saw the weather turning, his wife figured this might happen, so she put some food together, just in case. Her smart thinking turned out to be to our benefit, I guess. Mine’s good too.” He chomped off another bite and stepped over to the old TV. “Let’s see what this baby can pull in,” he said, turning it on. As the set warmed up, the screen was covered with flickering white dots.

“Are you kidding me?” Peri said, grinning from ear to ear. “There’s more snow on that TV than there is outside.”

“What show is that in the background?” Carole asked, taking a sip of her drink as she squinted at the TV.

Spencer kneeled down in front of the TV, his face about a foot away from the screen. “I think it’s an old Seinfeld.” He pointed to the snow-filled screen. “Look, there’s Kramer—no—that’s George.”

“Turn it off, Spence,” Peri said, finishing her food and brushing her hands against each other. “That TV’s useless. Why don’t we all just turn in and try and get some sleep. If the weather clears like they say it will in a few hours, maybe we can get an early start tomorrow morning. What do you think, Mom?”

“That’s fine by me. Just ... you know, what we talked about earlier.”

“Yeah, I’ll find you something to wear.” Peri opened her suitcase and started sifting through the contents. “Spencer, could you close those drapes, please?”

“Sure, hon.” Spencer reached forward and grabbed the drapes on either side of the front window, pulling them together. One side came all the way to the center, but the other stopped peculiarly short, with a gap of about 8” showing between the two sides. He tugged at the one side, unable to make it move. He looked closer, noticing that it was securely fastened at the end, but unable to go any further. “Oh, great.”

“What’s wrong?”

“This piece of fabric is too small.” He tugged at it to show them. “That’s as far as it goes.”

“That seems to be par for the course for this place. Oh well, like I said before, it’s only for one night.” Peri stood, hands on her hips, watching him pull at the drape one more time. “Spence, why don’t you use the bathroom first while I’m getting this stuff sorted out for me and Mom.”

“Okay.” He grabbed his toiletry bag out of his suitcase, and took out a pair of loose boxers and t-shirt as well. He’d planned on sleeping in the nude over the weekend, hopefully to be ready to be inside his wife’s tight little pussy at a moment’s notice. Being sideswiped by this storm had definitely put a kink in their plans. Resigned to another night of celibacy, he took his stuff into the bathroom and turned on the shower, hoping that immersing himself in a deluge of hot pelting water would help him forget the chilly outdoors.

“So what do you have that I can wear?” Carole asked, standing beside her daughter as the young woman rifled through her suitcase. Carole quickly spotted the colorful array of lingerie which all but filled the suitcase—not really skiing apparel. “Oh my.”

“Mom, Spencer and I have been working really hard. We need this weekend away.”

“I understand, sweetheart.” Carole smiled at her daughter as she tenderly touched her arm. “I was young once.”

“That sounds ominous the way you said that. Please tell me that desire doesn’t go away as you get older?”

“Well, no, it definitely doesn’t. You know what they say about women hitting their sexual peak in their 40’s.” Carole gave her daughter a little conspiratorial wink, making the young woman smile and nod in agreement.

“Do you still miss Dad as much as you did? What’s it been, four years now?”

Carole paused, thinking of her husband, the man she’d loved having been killed by a drunk driver. She’d been thinking of that when they’d been driving in the snowstorm, and she’d breathed a sigh of relief when Spencer had decided to stop for the night. “Yes, it’s about four years now. And yes, I do still miss him.”

“You haven’t met anybody else yet?”

“No. There’ve been a couple of men tomcatting around, but I’m just not ready.”

“Mom, you’re still young—and you’re still a knockout. I loved Dad too, but you should really put yourself out there again. I don’t want you to spend the rest of your life alone.”

“Thanks, sweetie. I’ll get there.”

“Do you ... do you miss it?” The tone of Peri’s voice made it clear what she was talking about.

“Of course I miss ‘it’. These men who’ve been around are nice enough, but I don’t want to jump into bed with either one of them just to get my rocks off.” Her comment caught Peri by surprise, and she hugged her mother as they shared a laugh. She squeezed her mother tight, and then stepped back, both of them looking down into the suitcase.

“Okay,” Peri said, reaching into the case and moving pieces of silky lingerie about. “There should be something in here that will do. We’ve always been about the same size, so that shouldn’t be a problem.”

“I guess you’re still a Double-D?” Carole asked, looking down at the sexy things in her daughter’s suitcase. “I’ve been wearing an E-cup for a number of years now.”

“But we’re still the same height and build. Maybe it’ll be a little tight here and there, but it should be fine. How about this one? This is about the tamest thing I’ve got in here.” Peri held up a lacy white chemise with thin ribbon-like spaghetti shoulder straps. It was apparent by the size of the garment that it would end high on either woman’s thighs, barely covering the wearer’s pussy.

“If that’s the tamest thing you’ve got, I guess it’ll have to do.” Carole took the chemise from her daughter, just as Spencer came out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel over his wet hair. He stood before them in a t-shirt and his loose boxers, rubbing away at his head.

“The shower’s surprisingly good,” he said, dropping his towel over the back of a small chair next to a garage-sale dresser.

“That’s good. I can use a shower,” Peri replied, grabbing another item and her toiletry bag out of her case. “We’ll be back shortly.”

“Take your time,” Spencer said, reaching into his bag and taking out a paperback novel he’d started ages ago but never seemed to have time to get to. He was hoping he wouldn’t have time this weekend either, thinking he’d be fucking Peri until they both collapsed, but he’d stuck the book in his bag anyways. As the women disappeared into the bathroom, he pulled the covers down and climbed into one of the beds, pulling his t-shirt off and tossing it towards his bag of clothes.

“Nothing but net.” He congratulated himself as the balled-up t-shirt dropped right into the open suitcase. He was used to sleeping nude, but with his mother-in-law sleeping in the next bed, he knew he couldn’t get away with that. The t-shirt made him feel all twisted up if he tried to sleep in it, so he’d kept it on until he got into bed. The boxers would stay on, but the t-shirt definitely had to go.

He pushed the pillows into a stack and leaned against the headboard, opening the Michael Connelly novel where he’d left off. The Lincoln Lawyer was up to his usual tricks, and Spencer settled in as he read, picturing Matthew McConaughey in the role of Mickey Haller. Spencer had loved the original movie and the quirky character of Haller, getting hooked on Connelly’s books after that.

“Really, Mom, it looks great on you.”

Peri’s voice made him look up. His wife stepped across the room towards him, looking fabulous in a hot pink teddy. She was about 5’-7” tall and weighed about 120lbs. The sexy garment fit her curvy hourglass figure perfectly, the lacy cups of the bra portion molded spectacularly to her big 36DD breasts. As she moved, he could see the swells of her large breasts jiggling and wobbling temptingly above the tightly-stretched material of the bra cups. The lacy fabric of the teddy nipped in waspishly at her slender waist and then flowed out to the tops of her wide fuckable hips, the leg openings cut wickedly high on her hips. The enticing V-shape of the lower part of the teddy made his mouth water as he looked at the way it disappeared invitingly between her legs. The high-cut leg openings made her long shapely legs look even longer than usual, her full creamy thighs drawing his eyes hungrily.

When they’d been in the car, she’d had her hair up in a ponytail—now it was down, her lustrous blonde locks falling attractively down to her shoulder blades, the honey-blonde tresses framing her pretty face enchantingly. Her blue eyes shone as she turned back towards him, a playful smile turning up the corners of her wide full mouth.

“Already for bed, sweetie?” Peri asked as she gave him a naughty wink, coming around the bed and getting in next to him.

“Yes. You look nice.” Spencer reply was intentionally subdued, trying to keep his arousal in check from his mother-in-law. He was barely able to take his eyes off his gorgeous wife, wishing his mother-in-law was anywhere else but here.

“Don’t you think Mom looks nice too?”

“Oh Peri, Spencer doesn’t need to worry himself about an old woman like me,” Carole said, self-consciously crossing the room quickly and slipping into the other bed, pulling the covers up over her scantily-clad body.

Spencer had automatically turned towards his mother-in-law when his wife asked for his opinion, his eyes opening wide as he looked at the middle-aged woman. Even though she slid hurriedly into the bed next to him, he did catch a glimpse of her, his eyes taking in every delicious detail.

He thought of those times when he and Peri had been dating and things started to get serious. He remembered one of his friends telling him about that old saying: “If you want to know what your girlfriend is going to look like in 20 years, look at her mother.”

When Peri took him home to meet her mother, he’d taken a look—yes, he’d taken a long long look, and he’d been very happy with what he’d seen. He was startled by the resemblance between the two women at first, both of them having the same lush curvy figure that had made his mouth water the first time he’d laid eyes on Peri. Carole had probably 10 to 15 extra pounds on her daughter, with all the extra pounds in just the right places. He could easily see where Peri’s generous bustline had come from—her mother’s looking just as alluring as Peri’s full set of 36-DDs, if not moreso.

Carole’s blonde hair was even cut similar to her daughter’s, and was a slightly darker blonde, which he’d noticed came naturally with blondes as they aged. It still looked fabulous, the golden-blonde locks falling in soft waves about her pretty face, her blue eyes as warm and comforting as her daughter’s, with that hint of experience showing through.

Also much like her daughter, Carole had a penchant for wearing tight sweaters, which emphasized the impressive of her chest. The first time Spencer met her, she’d been wearing a sky-blue sleeveless turtleneck that molded itself to her spectacular guns, making a lump form in his throat as he stared at the way the vertical ribs of her top flowed around and over her voluminous breasts.

Spencer had looked at a lot of MILF porn in his time, having a fondness for older women since he’d been a teenager—like all boys—and men. And his mother-in-law Carole was prime MILF material, and he’d often fantasized about her, throwing his arm over his eyes and picturing her in a myriad of sexual activities—all the time while his wife, Peri, knelt between his legs and sucked him off. Yes—he’d blown many a load into his wife’s mouth thinking about what he’d like to do with her busty mother.

But he’d never seen her in anything like she was wearing tonight. In the few seconds he’d seen her before she dived under the covers, he’d seen her lush mature body delightfully sporting a brilliant white chemise, the alluring garment fitting his mother-in-law just a little snugger than he expected she’d hoped. The wispy lace of the flowing chemise flounced out over her wide matronly hips before ending just inches below her pussy—his riveted eyes even catching a teasing glimpse of demure white panties as she’d slid into bed.

Now, the top of the chemise—yes, the gloriously tight-fitting top. The triangular shaped pieces of shimmering white lace barely covered her huge tits, the voluptuous mounds of warm soft-looking tit-flesh puffing out around and above the confining cups invitingly. The cups of the chemise looked like they could barely hold the gigantic load they were being asked to support, the thin spaghetti straps over her shoulders stretched taut as the skin of a drum. Even with her breasts free of any solid support, her deep dark line of cleavage still looked a mile long—an inviting valley for a hard stiff cock to slip back and forth between.

Spencer had taken all this in in the few seconds it had taken his mother-in-law to self-consciously scramble into the bed, but the lustful vision was burned into his mind forever. It dawned on him that he’d yet to respond to his wife’s question. “Yes, your mom looks great. Really, Carole, it looks fine, what I could see of it—I don’t think I’ve ever seen you move that fast before.” His light-hearted comment made all of them laugh.

Peri slid over close to him and spoke to her mother from across Spencer’s reclined form, her hand resting on his chest. “See, Mom, I told you it looked nice. Spencer wouldn’t lie to you, would you, dear?”

“Of course not. I think it looks very nice.”

“Oh, you two,” Carole said, smiling at the two of them as she pulled the covers up to her neck.

Peri looked down at her husband, “Why don’t you turn the light out, sweetie. We might as well get some sleep, there’s nothing else to do in this dump.”

“Okay.” Spencer marked his spot in his book and set it on the table between the two beds, and then reached up to turn off the lamp.

It was only seconds later that Peri spoke, “Oh great, isn’t that special.” Through the gap in the currents the light from the neon sign out front seemed to flow like a bride’s train into the room, the shaft of light drifting into the space right between the two beds. As their eyes got accustomed to it, the light seemed to flicker with the big flakes of snow falling through it every which way, like a swarm of moths flying past their window.

“Well, there’s nothing we can do about that,” Spencer said. “I couldn’t get that blind closed any further. At least that crappy sign’s not flickering. That would really drive me nuts.” He paused, looking around at their dismal surroundings. “Let’s just try and forget about it and get some sleep. Hopefully the snow will stop and the roads will be plowed by morning. We should have your mother home and be at the resort shortly after that.”

“All right. Good night, Mother.”

“Good night, Peri. Good night, Spencer.”

“Good night, Carole.”

The three settled down to sleep, with Peri snuggling up next to her husband.

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” she whispered into his ear. “I was really looking forward to tonight—but not in a place like this.” As she lay next to him, she traced her fingernails over his broad muscular pecs, scratching him teasingly.

“Me too,” Spencer whispered in reply, turning away from his mother-in-law so his words were only heard by his wife. “Do you know how hot you look in that teddy? It was all I could not to grab you and pound you into the mattress when you came to bed. It looks fantastic.”

“I’m glad you like it. Hopefully you’ll like the other new things I got too. I’m sorry it has to be like this, baby. I promise you that I’ll make it up to you.”

Her hand traced down over his midsection, her fingertips doing a figure-eight as she traced her red-tipped nails over his abs.

“You realize I’m gonna hold you to that promise,” Spencer said, slipping his arm beneath his wife’s shoulders and pulling her closer against him.

“So what are you gonna do about it, Big Shot?” Peri asked, her fingers running teasingly over the waistband of his boxers now.

Spencer put his lips next his wife’s ear and whispered, his hot breath tickling her deliciously, “I’m gonna fuck you until you pass out, and then I’m gonna fill you so full of cum that the stuff will be running out of you for a week.”

“Mmmm, I like the sound of that,” Peri responded in a warm purr, her hand sliding purposely lower over the front of his boxers now. Spencer had already been responding to her touch, and now felt his cock give a big lurch as the blood continued to pour into it.

“Be careful there, baby,” he whispered apprehensively. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“Just lay quietly, sweetie. I just want to feel this beautiful cock in my hand for a minute. I’ve missed it so much.” Her hand slid into the open fly of his boxers, her fingers fishing around for his stiffening prick.

“Peri!” Spencer whispered urgently. “What are you doing? What about your mother?”

“Listen. She’s already asleep.” Peri stopped moving and nodded across Spencer’s body towards her mother. With his eyes and ears following hers, Spencer looked over as well, his mother-in-law’s face visible as she lay facing them, her features partially illuminated by the shaft of light coming in from the gap in the drapes, her eyes closed peacefully. He listened as they lay still, the gentle rhythmic snuffling of the older woman sleeping coming to his ears. He turned and looked at his wife, surprised.

“She always falls asleep really fast. It’s always been like that.” Peri leaned down and kissed him, her tongue slipping hotly into his mouth. As her tongue duelled with his, her hand became more insistent as she drew his rearing prick out through the opening at the front of his boxers, giving his stiffening dick the freedom it desired. She grabbed the covers and pushed them down, the soft glow from the window illuminating his exposed midsection.

“Peri!” Spencer gasped out, his eyes flicking over towards his mother-in-law once more.

“Shhhh, relax,” Peri said, a mischievous smile on her face. “I just want to see it for a minute.” She sat up slightly, her circling hand shucking slowly up and down along his thickening pecker. In less than a minute it was hard as a rock, his prodigious member causing her hand to open wider as it stiffened and grew, the enflamed crown rising above her pumping hand.

“Oh my god,” Peri muttered quietly under her breath, “It’s so hard. I love it.” Her other hand slid into his loose boxers and drew out his sperm-laden nuts, cradling them gently in the palm of her hand as she continued to jack away at his thrusting erection. “It’s so beautiful. I love the feel of it, so velvety soft, and yet so steely hard at the same time. There’s nothing else on earth like it.”

Spencer lay back, luxuriating in the feel of his wife’s talented hand stroking up and down on his throbbing prick. It had been days since they’d had sex, and although he’d whacked off a couple of loads on his own, he’d missed being with her, enjoying her sexy curvy body against his. With his mother-in-law mere feet away in the next bed, he felt like he should be an adult and shut this down before it got out of hand—but he wanted to keep it in hand—his wife’s hand, just like she was doing right now, her slender fingers and soft palm bringing him to the heights of pleasure. Even though having his mother-in-law so close was nerve-wracking, he had to admit that the riskiness of what they were doing made it scintillatingly exciting at the same time.