Chapter 4

I didn't think she would be able to hold out this long. I wanted so much to have her beg me to continue her incestuous affair. To be honest, I was getting off on the control I had created. But after a few weeks, I began to recognize that she did see it as a one-time action. Or so I thought.

After work on Thursdays, I play racquetball with the guys followed by a drink or two at the local bar. It was close to 11 when I got home. I was surprised when I found my in-law's car parked in the driveway. Although they only live three hours away, they have never just showed up at our door, and that is something my wife would not keep a secret as she knows my mother-in-law Betty and I have never gotten along. Betty was a first class ball breaker who took great pleasure in putting down my wife and me every chance she could. My wife seemed to accept it as just the way it was, and I always honored my wife's wishes not to "make a big deal" of it.

I heard the shouting before I even got into the house. Once inside, I was able to quickly trace the sounds to our bedroom at the top of the stairs. What I saw next stopped me in my tracks. There on the bed was my mother-in-law, squealing in what I could only assume was pain as the nipples on her soccer ball size tits were being pulled upward by her daughter. The squeal was muffled due to the fact that my wife was straddling her mom's face. Since my wife was naked, her robe lying next to her, I soon realized she was rubbing her pussy directly in her mom's face. If that wasn't enough, my son was standing at the side of the bed between his grandmother's legs, pounding into her like his life depended on it. Amongst Betty's squeals and Lisa's shouts, not having seen me, I heard my wife taunt her mother, "Does this answer your question? Can you taste your grandson's big load of cum? Lick it all out you fat cow."

As if I were invisible, no one seem to notice me standing in the door way. I admit I just stood there in shock as Betty's screams were replaced by sloshing sucking sounds that followed the beat of my son's pounding. Soon my wife leaned in and kissed our son in a lover's embrace that they managed to hold even though it was clear they both were having body convulsing orgasms. Betty's boobs, now free to roll around her chest, shook and quivered to the rhythm of her bedmates. My wife fell over onto the bed as my son collapsed on top of his grandmother, his head resting between the two large breasts that belong to his grandmother. I actually saw my wife's juices spew from her mother's mouth as Betty coughed and sputtered, having choked on the results of her daughter's orgasm.