Moving in with Mother-in-law Ch. 01
A man and his wife move in with his mother-in-law.
My wife Mary is quite a few years older than me (seven to be exact), and we started out as fuck buddies and were always together because we both were insatiable when it came to sex. We both just wanted to fuck all the time, and it worked out that we discovered that not only did we fuck well together. We actually got along quite well, and after 4-5 years of at minimum daily fucking, we ended up getting married. Mary was above average height for a woman, about 5'9", and well built. She had above average sized breasts, and nice thick thighs, which gave her a statuesque look when we first met - Diana the Huntress style, but less Hollywood than that. She has a pretty face, not gorgeous, but her smile is as wide as my arm is long, and her visage sparkled when it came out.
This story occurs when she was 45 and I was 38, so from the time I met when I was 25 and she was 32, time had taken its toll - a few extra pounds here, a bit more sag there, but she wears it proportionally. She still has the same shape as before, just a little bit larger. Throw her into a tight pair of jeans and a sweater, and she is popping to look at. Add her brown-blond hair and her grey eyes, and she is as fine a specimen as a regular old guy like me would ever aspire to.
I am 38 now, and come in a normal 6', 180lb model. I work out a bit, don't run, so while not "dad bod", I don't sport a 6-pack, either. I could peel off 10 lbs and look amazing naked, I think, but I just haven't gone to the extra effort. Brown hair, brown eyes, and a normal old average 6" below the belt. I am starting to sprout a few grey hairs along the temples, and Mary makes fun of me when people think I am older than her, which happens 80% of the time. She doesn't wear makeup, and I think that factors in, as her skin is smooth as can be, and when she flashes that smile, it drops 10 years off her appearance.
Mary's mother Brandi was only 19 years older than Mary. Brandi is a tiny little thing, only 5'2" (she claims 5'4", but she's lying), but has the same out of proportion chest that Mary obviously got from her mother. At 64, she probably weighs 110 lbs, tops, probably less, but I am not stupid enough to ask. She has that short girl build that I adore, large chest and wide hips but a petite little waist, even if a bit puffy in the belly area. She'd been married and divorced 4 times over the years, and was again on her own. She has always accepted us being together, even with the age difference, unlike the vast majority of our families, wagging their fingers and tongues about us to the point we just stopped being around them much. This really took its toll on us at first, but we grew stronger together through all the negativity, and counted on each other for everything. I trust her fully and vice versa. It really was "Us vs. The World." That being said, Mary's mother Brandi and her Aunt Margy were the only two to really take me in as part of the family, and I enjoyed their company. They would tease me about my "older woman syndrome" whenever we hung out together, and I would laugh it off until it hit me that I did in fact, enjoy older women's company more, and even found them more attractive to me than a younger model would. It never even occurred to me before that I liked older women, even though I had been fucking one for the past 8 years of marriage and 5 years before that.
Brandi lived alone now, in a small little 2 bedroom house across town. Mary and I had been saving and scrimping for 5 years for our own house, and that was finally about to pay off. We had just finished signing a contract to have our own home built, so we had to sell our current place quickly to be able to afford it. We put our house up for sale, and we had an offer by the end of the first weekend, with a quick closing. Our build a house project was going to take 6-9 months, and we had to move out in 30 days. Brandi immediately offered her spare bedroom to us for the duration, no questions asked, no rent required. We jumped at the chance, so much less of a hassle than trying to find a lease for less than 12 months anywhere.
The first few days after moving in were uneventful, as we sort of tiptoed around, getting used to living with my mother in law, and she getting used to living with a sexually active married couple. Mary and I tried to fuck quietly the first few nights we were there, but then we went out one night and came home with a bit of a buzz on. Brandi was in bed, and we ended up clawing at each other's clothes and bodies as we made it into our bedroom, where I proceeded to go down on her sweet pussy for what seemed like hours, and Mary must have been pent up, as she came 3 times, when she usually stops after one, and on the third, she loudly begged me to fuck her. I jumped up and proceeded to enter her as she came again and again. Possibly due to the alcohol, I lasted quite a long time, and we rotated between missionary, doggie, cowgirl, and finally she let me slip it up her ass and I finally finished deep in her. I remember looking at the clock, and we had come into the house around 11:30PM, and it was past 3AM when I finally came. We passed out, worn and sore, and we laid in bed until almost noon. Mary got up first, and I rolled over, not sure if I were going to get up, or lay in bed longer.
I heard Mary and her mom talking in the kitchen, "Welcome back to life! Nice of you to see the morning"
Mary, "Yeah, we stayed up late last night."
"Sounded like you had fun, at least!"
"Mom! I'm sorry, we didn't even..."
"It's OK, you like sex, Kord likes sex, I like sex, everyone likes sex. It happens."
"Oh, sorry, Mom. We might have got carried away."
"It was fine, I kind of enjoyed listening for a bit. Memories and all."
I stumbled up to the smell of coffee.
"Hey Mom." I mumbled out.
"Hey stud!"
"Grunt"
"Well, my daughter is a lucky girl, getting laid like that."
"Grunt"
"Mom!" Mary said again, in exasperation.
"Well, I just wanted to say, don't stop what you do because of me. I'm no stranger to sex."
I sipped my coffee slowly, and headed into the other room to watch TV and nursed my tiredness and slight hangover. Pretty sure I worked out all the alcohol the night before, but still had a slight headache.
Mary and I had sex a little quieter the next few nights, but we weren't silent. After another week, we didn't even worry about it anymore, and just lived like we normally did at our own place. We even did it out on the living room sofa one night, and I could have sworn I heard something coming from the kitchen area, but I may have been hearing things, as when I glanced back, there was no one there. Probably just 'old house creaking as it settles' noises.
The next Friday morning, we all had errands or places to go, Mary and I to work, Brandi to the doctor, and then the yacht club (it sounds fancy, but it is just a bar next to the marina where people tie up their boats) to meet with Brandi's sisters for lunch, and we had to share the one bathroom to get ready. Normally Brandi had been putting on her makeup in the bathroom, but she had moved everything over to a little vanity in her bedroom once we moved in, to save counter space in that little bathroom, and to take less time in the bathroom getting ready.
Brandi got out of the bath, and opened our door and sort of leaned in, "Ok, bathroom is all yours."
"Ok thanks.... MOM!!!!" Mary exclaimed. "You're not wearing anything!"
"Oh, he's seen breasts before. Stop being silly."
I was staring, because "TITS!!!" and I was mesmerized by how full they are for a 64 year old woman.
"Not YOURS!" Mary protested.
"Oh stop it. No one cares about seeing an old ugly woman naked."
She left the door open, and then came back, and stood directly in the doorway, fully naked. I saw that she has a bit of a pot belly shape to her, but her hips were still visible, just a bit more rounded than they were when she was my age. Her bush was trimmed but almost invisible, not sure whether due to being blond or grey, but it was definitely hairy. Mary had been shaving the last couple of years, so this was a nice change of scenery.
"Oh hey, we will be at the club at around 1:30 and are going to play cards until at least 4:30, if you guys want to come over after work and meet us. I know Margy will like it if you stop by Kord," she smiled playfully. Margy is a cougar and an outrageous flirt. Nothing crazy ever happened, but let's just say that a nice peck on the cheek at holiday time may have been a tongue twister with a nice cock squeeze, or a whisper in the ear over my shoulder as she rubs her breasts on my back. Mary always liked it when Margy was around, because she knew I would be nice and horny and ready to go later when we got home, plus she knew Aunt Margy was harmless.
"Stop teasing the poor man, Mom!"
Brandi smiled sadly, "Nothing here to tease with," and turned away, walking away, swaying a bit as I watched her ass jiggle back and forth. Holy crap. I was getting a boner from my wife's mom.
I was about to go into the bathroom when my work phone rang. I picked it up, and started talking, Mary was sitting on the bed in front of me, and she reached out and felt my dick through my boxers.
She giggled as she felt its hardness and started rubbing it as I talked to the site manager I was going to visit today. She reached into my boxers and started stroking me, making it difficult to concentrate on the call. I finally agreed to meet him at the site in an hour, and hung up.
"Mary, what the hell was that?"
She smiled. "You don't like it? Want me to stop?"
She stopped stroking me, and I felt her hand start to release.
"NO! Keep going."
She smiled even more, and looked up at me as I started down at her hand stroking my cock inside my shorts. I could see the glint in her eye, that mischievous look.
"What?"
"You got hard looking at my mom's tits." She whispered.
"No,"
"Don't lie to me. Tell me."
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes, I got hard looking at her tits."
"You're bad." She kept stroking, and I was so horny now, I just want to cum.
"I'm bad."
"Why are you bad?"
"I was looking at your moms tits"
"That's right, you like her tits, don't you?"
"Hmm mmm"
"I cant hear you. Do you like her tits?"
"Yes. I like her tits."
"Why?"
"So full, so big"
"You like big tits?"
"Yes, I like big tits."
"Better than my tits?"
"No, honey."
She stopped stroking me. "I said, don't lie. Do you like her big tits better than my tits?"
"Yes, I like her big tits better." She smiled and started stroking me again.
"You want to feel them? Suck on her nipples? Tit fuck them?"
OMG, I cannot contain myself. Where did this come from? I don't know why anything Mary does surprises me, she is the best woman I have ever met.
"Oh God, I want to slide my dick between them and..."
"Cum on them? Cum on her face and tits?"
"Oh god, OH!" I grunted out as I came in my pants, listening to my wife talk about my dick sliding between her own mother's luscious orbs.
"On my God!" Mary cried out as my cum started erupting in my shorts, covering her hand. "You DO want to fuck her tits! You perv!" She was smiling, though, her protests notwithstanding.
I just sighed my release as I came down from my orgasm. Mary let go of my fading cock, and pulled her hand out, covered in my cum.
"Take off those boxers," she commanded. I did so, and she started wiping her hands off on them. "You just came thinking about my mom's tits. What am I going to do with you?" She said this in a matter-of-fact way, and I can't tell if she was angry or happy, because she can't possibly be this indifferent about what just transpired.
"I better get off to work," I mumbled out, moving off the bed to go get a fresh pair of boxers.
"You better not 'get off' at work!" Mary said, laughing.
"You know what I meant!" I smiled back, and leaned down to kiss her. She smelled and is amazing. "I love you so much," I told her after kissing her goodbye.
She squeezed my cock one last time before getting up and heading out to the kitchen. I got dressed and headed out to the site, my mind on tits and handjobs and Mary being full of the dirty talk about her mother, for heaven's sake! Being a bit distracted, I didn't finish everything before they left for the day, so I made plans to come back tomorrow. That night, I went down on Mary for a good 30 minutes, bringing her to multiple orgasms before I finally entered her, her begging for cock after each orgasm, but not saying no to more licking, either. I came quite quickly after all that buildup, and was both glad and disappointed at the same time that no dirty talk happened, other than the normal "Yes, oh god yes," and "fuck me now!" that usually accompanies our lovemaking sessions.
I got up the next morning, and took a shower before work. I was drying off when the door opens, and Brandi comes scooting in, hurriedly going to toilet, dropping her panties and sitting down. She began to pee right away. "Sorry, I had to go, us old ladies can't just hold it forever."
"No problem," I said, trying not to look or listen, standing there with a towel covering my lower parts.
Brandi finished peeing, wiped, and stood up before lifting her panties over her light-colored hairy bush. "You don't get dry just staring, you know." Brandi said. I averted my gaze and started drying off again as she walked out. I saw her glance over, using the mirror to look at my nakedness as she walked out. Fair is fair, I looked at her, I think to myself as I finished drying off. I got dressed for work and off I went, half my mind ignoring Brandi's boldness at staring at my naked body, and the other half trying to figure out what the hell. The day went by, and I just figured that she is just a roommate, and these things happen with multiple people sharing a small space.
A week passed, and life goes on, and I just chalked up that incident as just one of those things, and put it out of my mind. I was getting ready to head into the office when my phone rings, and it's my boss. She needs me to be at a client site this week, about an hour away. "Be there by 8:30Am, sharp. Don't be late." I look at the clock. 7:45AM. Well, shit. I step into our room and tell Mary goodbye and that I will be at a site all day today.
"Sounds good, love you," she mumbled out after our kiss, and I head out in a rush, tying to figure out how to beat traffic so I'm not late. I was moderately successful, and cut off 10 minutes from the trip, arriving only 5 or 6 minutes past the bottom of the hour. The client was a bit miffed about their having to wait, but since it was only a few minutes, they weren't overly peeved, but told me that I would be working 10 minutes past ending time to make up for it.
I got through work, but it took all day plus those extra 10 minutes, so when I started heading home, it was right in the middle of rush hour, so I called up Mary and let her know it will be awhile. I sat in the stop and go traffic for what seems like hours, and as I sat there, I started to realize that the 2 afternoon coffees were not a good idea, and the more I think about having to pee, the worse it got. I finally get home and fast walk to the one and only bathroom and the door is closed.
Mary says, "Mom is in the bath."
"I have had to pee for the past hour!" I exclaimed, ready to burst. I was good at holding it, but now that I am this close to release, it feels like I might just go in my pants if I don't pee rightnow.
"Just go in," Mary said, rolling her eyes like I am the idiot here.
"Ugh, I'll just pee by the bush out back," I retort as I start towards the back door.
"Don't be silly. Mom, Kord has to pee!"
"OK!" she replied through the door.
I rushed in, Brandi is sitting in the bath again, and I went straight for the toilet, unzipping and extracting my penis and started to lift the seat.
"Sorry...I just really had to..." I started apologizing for intruding on her bath time.
"Don't you splash your pee on my toilet, now! I just cleaned all around there!" Brandi scolded me.
"Wha...?"
"Sit down and don't splash your pee on my toilet!" Brandi repeated, almost commanding me.
Uh, I didn't care, I just wanted to pee, so I dropped the seat back down, unbuckled my belt, and dropped my pants to my ankles and sat down. I started peeing immediately, and oh man did it feel good. I was facing Brandi now, and she splashed some water over her breasts to get the lather off of them and rubs them a bit, making her nipples rock hard. Speaking of rock hard, I started to get a bit of a boner as the pee flow slowed to a trickle; I feel my cock now pressing against the porcelain of the bowl. This is why men do not sit down to pee, I thought to myself, while I sat there hoping my cock will go down so I can finish the job. Sitting across from a naked woman bathing is not helping, especially when she keeps rubbing her breasts.
"Are you done yet?" Brandi asked after probably a minute of me being there.
"Uh, I am having a hard time going right now," I confessed, but not explaining why.
"Because I am here?" she asked.
"Uh, sure. Yes. Sorry."
"No worries. Here, hand me my towel." Brandi released the water and stood up, and I got to see her bush again - I don't remember it being as well trimmed as it is now, and I still can't tell if the hair is light because it is grey or because it is blond. Either way, that hairy bush was nice. Like I mentioned, Mary had been keeping herself shaved down there the last few years, so this was a pleasant difference.
I realized I couldn't reach the towel without standing up, and I glanced at Brandi, standing there naked waiting. "Well...?" she looked at me again, then looked at the towel.
"Fuck! Fine!" I thought to myself as I got up off the toilet, exposing my hard cock, grabbed the towel and handed it to her. "Ooh my!" Brandi cackled as she dried off. I went back and sat down on the toilet to hide my cock and my shame, but I continued to watch her dry off, especially when she stepped out and bent over to get her feet dry. I enjoyed a great view of her ass, not bad for mid-60s, just a bit wider and saggier than it had been twenty years ago, but still nice to look at. She seemed to be really working that foot, and then she reached over to do the other one, and bent over even more, giving me a perfect view of her little rosebud and a slight view of the slit just under it. I was looking at my mother in law's asshole and pussy. I couldn't get any harder, and my heart was beating at what seemed like 10,000 beats per minute.
Brandi finished drying off and then, instead of wrapping the towel around herself to go back to her room, she hangs up the towel, and opens the door, walking out naked. I watched her ass jiggle and sway as she walked away. What am I doing? She turned towards the main room on her left instead of to her bedroom on the right, "Mary, I think your husband needs your help in there."
"What do you... MOM! Where are your clothes?"
"I was in the bath, silly." She said, and then I saw her walk past the door to her room, giving me one more glance as she does.
I am still looking when Mary appeared in the doorway. "What do you need help with?"
I am somewhat ashamed, but I looked down and then decide to stand up, showing Mary my hard cock.
She looked at my cock, and I recognized the shocked look on her face, and then she smiled as she steps into the bathroom. "Let me take a look at that," she said slyly, reaching out for my hard cock.
I turned towards her, excited for her to grab my cock.
"My mom's tits again?" she smiled as she grasps my rod.
"And ass," I tell her the truth.
"Oh, you bad boy. Turn towards the mirror."
I turned to the mirror, and watched as she came up behind me and reached around to start stroking my cock. I saw her watching my face more than she watched her hand stroke me, and she started to whisper to me.
"You like my mom's big tits?"
I nodded.
"Were her nipples hard?"
I nodded again.
"And her ass, you like her ass?"
I nodded a third time, and was really starting to get into this interesting handjob. My eyes were staring at hers through the mirror the entire time, watching her mouth these kinky words to me as I get stroked off.
"Did you see her pussy, too?"
"A glimpse."
"Did you like her pussy?"
I nodded. Where is this going?
"You liked that big ass? You wanted to fuck that ass?"
I groaned my approval at her escalation, and I was getting more than a bit excited. I saw Mary look over towards the door, and she suddenly had an evil shit eating grin on her face. She stopped whispering.
"You liked seeing my mom's big tits?" she asked me out loud.
I nodded, embarrassed that she was a bit loud, not yelling but loud enough to be heard by anyone passing by in the hallway.
Mary squeezed my cock, hard enough that it hurt. "I can't hear you."
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I liked seeing your mom's tits."
"That's better," she said and started stroking again.
"You like her big ass?"
"Yes." She stopped stroking. "Yes, I like her big ass."
"Better than my ass?"
I paused, and Mary paused with her strokes, too. "Yes, I like your mom's ass better than yours. I want to bend her over and stick my tongue up it right now." Visions of that ass spread out in front of me, my tongue buried in the little hole between those big cheeks popped into my head. Men are so easy to please.
Mary looked shocked at my full response, instead of just the "Yes I like". She started stroking me faster.
"Oh my, you are a randy little thing, aren't you? After you tongue her, then what? You gonna fuck her?"
She was staring right at my face as I answered in more dirty talk, "I am going to turn her over and slide my cock into her all the way until she screams no more and then I will cum deep inside her."
Mary smiled as she sped up her stroking, and at that time I felt the orgasm rising.
"Oh god, yes!" I growled out, "Deep inside her!" as the first jets shot out my cock into the sink. I stared at Mary's eyes, and I saw a twinkle in them, that mischievous look like the cat who ate the canary. Mary slid her fingers under my cockhead and scooped the leftover cum onto her finger. She moved it towards my mouth, "Here, clean this off," and stuck her finger into my mouth.
I was still in orgasmic pleasure and did as she says.
"Now, go pee, would you?" as she walked back out to the living room. I stood there in shock but relief as my spent cock starts to subside enough to finally go. What got into Mary lately with all this "Brandi" talk? I forget about it, and continue on my day as normal, Mary and I finishing off the day with a nice slow lovemaking session where we just enjoyed each other without any of the dirty talk involved. It was nice.Moving in with Mother-in-law Ch. 02
A man and his wife move in with his mother-in-law.
Work went by splendidly that week, I got done early on Friday so I didn't have to deal with rush hour traffic, and I pulled into Brandi's driveway around 3PM.
"Hey, Brandi!" I called out as I came in from the garage.
I heard a bit of shuffling from her bedroom and she calls out, "Hi, Kord! Perfect timing! I need a man's eye real quick. Can you come in here and help me decide?"
"Yeah, sure. One moment." I stepped into the guest room where Mary and I have been staying these past 2 months, and slipped off my work clothes and stepped into my "comfy" clothes - baggy T-shirt and gym shorts. I stretched my hands over my head and arched my back to relieve the cramped car ride home and get a bit of energy back.
"Please hurry, Margy will be here anytime to pick me up."
"Be right there." I finished my stretch and walk into Brandi's bedroom. "What do you need, Brandi?"
I stopped dead in my tracks. Brandi was standing there with two dresses held up, looking at each one in front of herself in the full length mirror, back and forth, trying to decide which looks better. I could see her naked back, still very nicely formed, as it flowed down to her wider hips and slightly larger ass, barely being kept up by her somewhat frilly panties. I mean, I guess I wasn't expecting her to be in giant granny panties either, but these seemed sexier than I would have guessed.
"Oh, there you are!" as she turned to face me. "Which one, this floral one, or this shorter one?"
She first placed the floral patterned dress in front of her, a nice summer dress with a square but quite low neckline, that revealed quite a bit of cleavage, I would surmise, "This one?" and then she moved it away, replacing it with a smaller, shorter dress with a V-shaped neckline, that didn't plunge quite so far down as the other. However, the dress was well above her knees. I also got a nice glance at her naked breasts again as she made the switch.
"Margy and I are going to the club tonight for Monte Carlo casino night. Mary said I needed to dress fancier to get some male attention. But that's Margy, not me. She's the attractive one. "
"Brandi, she's just more forward, that's all. You are just as attractive. In fact, I would say Aunt Margy acts that way because you are way better looking than her."
"Oh, don't be stupid. Flattery will get you nowhere with me. Especially silly pickup lines like that. Now, be honest, which one?"
"I guess the first one? They both like nice."
"If I wanted a guess, I'd have flipped a coin! Honestly, which one would you want Mary to wear to make your blood boil?"
"Maybe try them on? That might help."
Brandi walked into the closet and came out with the floral dress on. And I was right, the neckline was way low, and there was quite the décolletage visible. They just presented well. The hemline was just below her knees, just a typical light summer dress, and when she turned for me to look at the back, it flared up a little bit, exposing her knees and a bit of lower thigh. Quite impressive, actually.
"Ok, I like that one. Traditional yet still a bit sexy. Now the other one."
Again, Brandi went into her closet. I looked at the mirror, and I could see her changing. I know that I should look away but I didn't as she stepped out of one dress, and I watched as she bent over to pick it up and toss it over the valet. My eyes were fixed on her ass as she wriggles into the next one. It was quite tight on her, but not in a disgusting way. It was meant to highlight her feminine curves and accentuate them. The hemline stopped mid-thigh, almost a foot shorter than the other, showing off her legs.
"Going to have to be careful sitting down in that one," I told her.
"Is it too short? Scandalous?"
"No, not too short. Another 2 to 3 inches shorter and it might be. Turn around."
Brandi turned around, looking over her shoulder at her butt in the mirror. "Oh dear. Those panty lines!"
"Men like panty lines. It lets them think about taking them off. Uh, maybe that was TMI. Sorry."
"No, I said I wanted honesty. Thank you. What about no panty lines? What does that do for you?"
"Well, " I reply, "I guess we then start wondering if you are wearing a G-string, or nothing at all, I guess."
"Ooh, that sounds interesting." Brandi said. I watched as she wiggled her hips back and forth, pulling up the skirt part of the dress over her ass, and proceeded to pull her panties off. She was standing there, exposed for a few seconds before she pulled the dress back down over her butt and straightened it out. I was pretty sure on this viewing that her bush hairs are both blond AND grey. My eyes were transfixed, looking at her nether regions, still staring after they became covered by the material again, like I am burning that sight into my memory.
"How about now?" Brandi asked as she turned to show her butt. "No lines!"
"Yep, definitely no lines," I managed to stammer out finally.
"Ok, so which do you like better? Which would you want to see Mary in?"
"I think the second one," I told her.
"Why, because no panty lines, or because no panties at all?"
My face flushed and started to redden.
She patted me on the cheek. "Well, that answered that question." She walked away, smiling.
"Yeah, OK. You good?"
"Yes, thank you. Now I know all men are perverts, and the mystery matters. Not that it matters when you are my age. No one will be looking anyways." Brandi trailed off. "Anyways, thanks again. If Margy gets here before I'm ready, be a dear and tell her to give me just a few minutes." She closed the door behind her as I left her room, as if being modest. She had just pulled her panties off right in front of me just 2 minutes ago. I will never understand women.
I heard Brandi's phone ring and her talking to Mary on the line. Yes. I tried them on. Yes, he said the tight one. Sure, that's..." BEEP BEEP!
Margy's horn took me away from my eavesdropping.
"THAT'S MARGY! TELL HER I'LL BE RIGHT OUT!" Brandi yelled through the door.
I stepped outside and chatted with Aunt Margy, Brandi's younger and more wild little sister. She's was showing more cleavage than a truck stop hooker, and as I leaned a bit on the window, I saw her skirt barely covered her privates. If she had owned a stray bush hair, I'd have seen it, it was that revealing. Margy is such a tease. I kept her company until Brandi came out, wearing the floral print summer dress. Interesting...
"Thanks, Kord, for your help!"
"No worries, Brandi! Have fun! Not TOO much fun though!"
"You have fun tonight, too! I will not be home before 10, so you two enjoy!" She said this with a twinkle and a knowing smile. I wondered what her and Mary are up to now, and I began to be concerned, but not too much, I guess.
I headed back inside, and pulled out a couple of steaks, marinated them, and got the grill prepped before Mary arrived home. Brandi pre-chops vegetables after she buys them, so it was just a matter of pulling out enough for two, and tossing them in some vinegar and oil, salt and pepper, and they were ready for the grill, too. It's 4:30, and Mary gets home by 5:15, so I lit the charcoal so we can eat right after she gets home and changes.
Mary entered the house right as the charcoal is finishing up it's preheat, and I gave her a peck, told her she has 20 minutes, and she jumped in the shower as I started cooking on the grill. 15 minutes later, Mary came out to check on me. She was wearing the tight, form fitting dress that I told Brandi I liked better.
"You like?" she asked, as she twirled for me. "No panty lines, just like you wanted!"
I groaned. OK, now I knew that anything I say to one of these women shouldn't be anything I don't want the other to hear, too. But then my mind turned to the thought of Mary not wearing any panties under that dress, and my smile could have matched the Cheshire cat on a sunny day. We ate dinner, chatting about the week, Mary was going on about her mom, and how getting out more is good for her, and needing a confidence boost and blah blah blah. She was talking, but my mind is on what's under that dress and how I might find out exactly.
"You agree?" Mary asked me.
"What? Oh yes, of course."
"Really!?????!!! Oh, you're the best."
Oh boy.
She cleaned up the dishes, and told me to pour us a glass of wine and she'll meet me on the back screened-in porch. I poured two glasses, and sat on the sofa out there, and took a sip. I have to admit, I was looking forward to having the house to ourselves for a few hours, and it seemed Mary did, too.
She came out, picked up a glass and took a sip of wine. Well, maybe a gulp. Then she leaned over and gave me an amazingly deep kiss. We suddenly had our hands all over each other, and I felt up her ass through the dress, looking for the G-string, but nothing. I must say I took a deep breath when I felt nothing, and she smiled and broke off the kiss.
"I heard you thought 'No panties' was the best option." She giggled at me.
"Well, you heard right!" I pulled her down for another kiss, and she started massaging my almost erect cock. She broke our kiss off long enough to remove my T-shirt, and started kissing my chest, working her way down my belly. Getting to her knees in that dress was not an easy task, but she managed it with as much grace as possible. Or maybe she didn't and I was just concentrating on her hand on my dick.
She pulled down my pants, and I lifted my butt to allow her to pull them all the way off. My erect cock bounced around, pointing at the ceiling like a drunken sailor.
"Look at me." She stood up. I looked at her face. "Look at my body. Look at the dress. Remember who it was on before." Um, OK, where is this going? I stared at her tits, at her crotch area, knowing there was nothing between her and me but that thin material.
"Ok." I continued looking at her body, rubbing my hands along her curves, grabbing her ass, and I started to try to take it off from the top.
"No, stop that. Lean back and close your eyes."
"Uh, sure. OK." I did as instructed. "Now picture my mom in this dress. Not me."
Um, what?
"You promised! At dinner, you agreed."
I did? Shit. OK, I'll play along.
"Are you picturing my mom in this dress?"
"Yes I am."
"I'm serious. Really do this. Please?"
"OK, I will." I really tried. I closed my eyes tightly, and really concentrated. I remembered Brandi dropping her panties to the floor in front of me, of me staring at her blond and grey bush, about the curves of her thick hips. "Alright, I am picturing it."
"Keep your eyes closed, and keep thinking about her," Mary instructed before I felt a warm mouth drop onto my cock head. Oh wow. Role play I like. Mary really does take care of me, but this one is a bit odd, even for her.
Her mouth came off my dick, and she grabbed the base of it with her hand and slowly pumped it. "You still thinking of my mom?"
"Yes."
Again, her head dropped down and enveloped my head, her tongue swirling around.
I was picturing Brandi in that dress, and my mind started to picture her mother giving me head, not Mary. "Hmm, yes, Brandi, that's nice." I tentatively tried to get into the role play.
"You like it when my mom sucks your cock, don't you?"
"Uh, sure. Yes."
Mary squeezed my cock with her KungFu death grip and stopped her bobbing.
"Yes, I like when your mom sucks my cock."
I could sense her smile and triumph of her will over mine. I could also feel her mouth on my dick again. This time, she was doing something different - almost like actually sucking, but also rolling her tongue under the rim of the head. That's new!
"You like the way my mom sucks cock?"
"Uh." SQUEEZE.
"Yes, I like the way she sucks my cock."
Another few up and downs, and rim rolls.
"She sucks cock better than I do, doesn't she?"
"No honey." SQUEEZE. "Don't lie. Does she suck better than me?" No SQUEEZE required this time. "Oh yes! She sucks cock way better than you!" And they say old dogs don't learn new tricks.
Back to it, and another 30 seconds go by. This was amazing. "You'd choose her sucking over mine, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, I would like her to suck my cock!"
Again, I could sense Mary's triumphant glow as she created more and more power over me as I got more excited and into whatever this is.
"You want to fuck my mom, don't you?"
"NO!"
SQUEEZE. "Don't lie to me!"
"Yes." I whispered out, not sure about this.
"Yes what?" Squeeze.
"Yes, I want to fuck your mother."
"You bad boy. You going to get her wet first?"
"Oh yes, very wet."
"How? You want to lick her pussy?" Mary NEVER says 'pussy'.
"Uh, yes, I want to lick her pussy, make her cum!"
Mary's head bounced on my cock like a madwoman, and I felt like I might cum right then and there, but she pulled off and sat down next to me.
"Eat me, right now. Eat my mom's pussy!"
I opened my eyes, and Mary was still in the dress, but it was pulled up to her hips, revealing her spread legs and her glistening slit. However, I noticed that she has begun to grow out her bush, it is no longer shaved. The shape of the trim was a dead match for Brandi's trim, and I should know I just saw it an hour or two ago!
Mary was enjoying this, and started up her talking again, "You like licking my mom's pussy, don't you?"
"Mmmhmmm" I mumbled affirmatively while my face is in her nectars.
"Seeing her in the dress with no panties made you want to lick her, didn't it?"
"Mmmmhmmm"
"You want to lick her pussy all the time don't you?"
"MmmmHmmm"
"I can't hear you. Tell me." Mary used her command voice.
"I want to lick your mom's pussy all the time."
"You like it, don't you. My mom's hairy pussy?"
"Yes. Uh, Yes, I love licking her hairy pussy."
"It tastes better than mine?"
"No"
"DON'T LIE TO ME!"
"Yes, her pussy tastes way better than yours!"
I could feel her tensing up with excitement. This roleplay really has her fired up.
"You need to make my mom cum right now. Lick her hairy pussy! Suck her clit!" she gave me directions to make her climax, and I felt a warm gush as she released. "Oh God! Fuck my mom! Fuck her right now! She wants your cock!"
I know Mary's cues, so I jumped up and slid my cock fully into her sopping wet folds, sliding all the way in the first push. "My mom likes it hard and fast! Fuck her!" I complied and started thrusting with wild abandon. Mary was in full animal mode and was doing more than half the work, lifting herself up to match my down thrusts, and we are hammering away at each other, my brain was fried and am just acting on sheer lust and desire and instinct as we somehow actually sped up our fucking. No lovemaking was this, this was sheer animal lust.
"Fuckmymomfuckmymomfuckmymom. Oh God!" She got that cougar look in her eye and pulled me to stare at her. Looking eye to eye, "You want to stick your hard dick in her," she growled at me in that husky voice she gets when aroused and demanding.
It was a statement, but I know my wife, and I knew what she was after. She wanted me in on this fantasy of hers.
"Yes, I want to fuck your mom." Pump-Slap-Pump-Slap. " Going to fuck her hard." Pump-Slap "Make her cum on my hard cock" Pump Pump Pump. I am terrible at dirty talk, but it seemed to have the effect that Mary was looking for, because she began to roll her eyes back and became wetter yet again.
"Cum on my mom's dress! Do it. Cum on my mom!" she ordered in that deep growling tone.
I was almost there, and I started to feel the pressure build, just a few more strokes, and I pulled out just as the first rope fired out, my dick sliding along her clit so my balls are against her labia as it jetted up and hit the dress just under her boobs. The second shot hit her again right in the belly area of the dress, as did the third, before it started to subside enough to spill out onto her not quite fully hairy pubic region.
"Yes, you came on my mom, gave my mom all your cum!" Mary encouraged me as she watched my cock shoot its white gift out. As the last spurt leaked out, she grabbed my head and pulled my lips into hers, her tongue going down my throat.
"God, I love you!" she managed to get out between tongue attacks, and proceeded to pull me even closer somehow. She was not calming down, and then pushed me down, "Eat me again!"
This time, there was no roleplay or dirty talk, she just had a couple more orgasms, and we finally settled in for our post-coital cuddles. I looked at the clock after about 20 minutes or us laying mostly naked on the sofa. It's 9:30PM. We had been at it for over 2 hours. "Your mom said she'd be home by 10PM. Let's clean up and not leave her a mess."
Mary pulled the dress over her head, revealing her fully naked body to me finally, and draped the dress over the kitchen chair as we went past. "That's going to need some dry cleaning."
Mary and I fell straight to sleep, no wonder after having sex for 2 hours, we were exhausted. I got up early in the morning for a jog and when I got back, I decided to take the dress in for dry cleaning, along with some of my work shirts and I grabbed some pastries on the way home. When I got home, Brandi and Mary are up and about.
"I took in the dress to the dry cleaners, Mary, I figured I was already going there."
"Oh, yes! It looked like you spilled mayonnaise on the front of it" Brandi quipped.
Mary just smiled and started looking through the pastries.Moving in with Mother-in-law Ch. 03
A man and his wife move in with his mother-in-law.
Over the next week or two, whenever we got the house to ourselves, Mary roleplayed as her mom, "Fuck my mom!" and "You want to fuck her, don't you? You think she's hot!" again and again. If I didn't know better, I would think she was conditioning me like a dog to be trained, but I assumed this was just some fantasy of hers, or some way to spice things up in bed a bit. If I tried to bring it up in conversation, she would shush me nicely, usually with a kiss and a promise.
The next Friday, we joined Brandi and Margy at the yacht club for a few drinks. Brandi was wearing the freshly cleaned tight dress that Mary wore during our lovemaking roleplay 2 weeks ago. Mary mentioned to me and pointed out how good her mom looked in that dress, and asked me to notice the dress and her mom, and I sort of got a bit excited as I remembered cumming on that dress when Mary was wearing it, so my mind was already in a sexual way as the night started.
We arrived at the club, and found Margy already 2-3 drinks ahead of us. She was surrounded by men, as usual, flirting and teasing like she does, but she rarely paid for more than her first drink, and even though the men all knew she was a flirt, it didn't matter. She joined our table after a while, and I felt her rub her breasts on me as gave me a hug from behind, over my shoulder.
"Hey Aunt Margy! Looking good, as always!" I received a kick from under the table. Mary was glaring at me, and her eyes glanced over to her mom. "Uh, but you got competition tonight! Brandi is looking amazing!"
Brandi acted shocked, "Oh stop that. Everyone knows Margy is the pretty one," but I could see the small smile. She appreciated that. Good start, I can tell, by the look Mary gave me. Looks like I dodged one there. We hung out through the night, and a slow song started up, and a few couples started dancing. I got a slight kick again, Mary once more glancing over at her mom. I stood up, "I sure would like a dance with the prettiest woman here."
Brandi looked at Mary, who stayed seated. I walked over to Brandi and reached out my hand. "Will you dance with me, Brandi?" She flushed a little and tried to say no while reaching out and standing up with me. I led her to the floor and we danced together.
"This is the first time in all these years you have ever asked me to dance."
I shrugged. "Well, I guess the last two months have made us closer, us living together. I just appreciate you more, I suppose, does that sound corny? You take such good care of us."
"It IS nice to have a man around the house and not have to pay someone to do anything beyond basic cleaning and repairs," she replied. "I really like having you two around."
"We like being around, you, too, Mom. Because we love you."
Brandi stopped, and stared right at me, before beginning to tear up and put her head on my shoulder, to hide it. "Brandi, what's wrong? What did I say?"
I could see her face, eyes a bit red rimmed. "That's the first time you have ever called me 'Mom' and not Brandi. Thank you, dear, I love you very much." She leaned up on her tiptoes, and closed her eyes as she kissed me right on the lips. Not a friendly peck, not a sexual kiss, but a sensual, soft kiss, lips barely touching but promising so much more as they softly pressed into mine, and then just as slowly as it started, she pulled away. I have never experienced so much love and sensuality in a kiss before, not even with Mary - our kisses are "Bye, honey, off to work" ones or they are "open your mouth, I am going to devour you" ones. I was immediately erect, and I had no way of hiding it out there on the dance floor. Brandi could obviously feel what had happened, and she went quickly from a surprised "ooh!" to a small smile as she pressed closer, leaving no room for people to see what I was sporting.
Brandi and I finished our song, and she kept close enough for concealment during the song, and as we walked off, she turned in front of me, and pulled my hand over her shoulder, so that my crotch was right up next to her ass, as she led me back to our table, hiding my condition and my shame.
"Thank you for the dance," was all she said about the whole situation, and we just left it at that. Mary smiled at me and grabbed my hand and squeezed it as I sat down. "Thank you!" I could see her lips say silently, approving eyes looking at me with adoration. Apparently, I am a good boy!
Brandi was in a great mood the rest of the night, and Mary and Margy did not get into it, either, which was nice. Brandi was very attentive to me, and patted my hand, smiled more than usual, and was almost giddy like a schoolgirl. Not ridiculously so, but just enough to know she was happy. Which made Mary happy, which I knew would lead to me being "happy" later. We ended up staying a bit longer than usual , and we had to call an Uber home. The three of us squished into the back seat, myself in the middle and enjoying the feeling of breasts against each arm. Mary was a little frisky, but nothing untoward there in the car.
We got home safely, and I helped both the ladies to the door, an arm around each as they leaned into me for support. Neither was really that drunk, I just think they liked the feel of walking arm in arm with me. We went inside and Mary perks up, "Nightcap!" but Brandi begged off. "I've had way too many already for my age, I'm just going to brush my teeth and go pass out! You kids have fun!"
Brandi went into the bathroom and then into her bedroom. I heard her door close. I relieved myself of at least one beverage and as I came out of the bathroom, Mary was there, and pulled me down for a deep sexual kiss that got me back aroused in no time. As we broke the kiss, Mary smiles up at me. "Go make us a couple of drinks, and I'll meet you on the sofa."
I swatted her on the behind playfully as she went into the bathroom, and I headed into the kitchen to pour us a couple glasses of white, then headed into the living room and placed them on the coffee table, and sat down on the sofa. I took a sip of wine, and wait. Mary came out of the bathroom, and she was wearing her mom's robe. She opened it up and then reclosed it to show me that she was not wearing a stitch underneath. I could tell she was a bit tipsy, but not drunk by any means. She must have been at that perfect spot where everything feels good, inhibitions are gone, but you still have full control of your faculties and body.
She sat down next to me, and reached out to grab her wine. She turned to me, we clinked glasses, and Mary said, "To you and my mom. You seemed to hit it off tonight." I smiled, and took a sip to her toast. Mary took a large gulp, almost half the glass, smiled, and put her glass down. She grabbed my shirt and pulled me over on top of her, "Now get over here and kiss me!"
We proceeded to make out on the sofa like teenagers, all hands and tongues swirling every which way, the alcohol making us just a little bit off in terms of going through the actions. A sloppier than normal kiss here, a little harder grab of a tit than expected there, but we both started getting extremely aroused. I could smell the scent of her arousal and my cock was straining against my jeans. I felt Mary's hands on my waistline, trying to undo my jeans. "I want that cock, you better give me that cock!" she growled at me in her husky do-what-I-say voice. She managed to pull out my erect cock and started stroking it.
"You ready to go into the bedroom?" I asked, expecting a quick "yes" and then a mad dash to get naked and into bed. That night though, Mary didn't budge. "Shut up and take off those pants. I want that cock!" She was pushing my jeans down, and I think the inebriation here allowed me to go ahead and let those pants come off and I tossed them on the floor, followed by my T-shirt, leaving me naked on her mom's sofa. I reached in and opened up the robe, and looked down at Mary's body, her large breasts, nipples pointing to the sky, and her now hairy bush, a mirror of her mom's based on what I had seen a few weeks ago. My hand combed through the hair and started rubbing her slit, while she pumped up and down with her hand on my cock, our faces, mouths and tongues intertwined as we manually pleasured each other as we made out.
Mary broke our kiss and started to push my head down her body. I stopped at her tits, and started on one and then the other nipple, sucking and licking until she moaned and pushed my head down again. I kissed my way over her belly and down to her hairy mound, where I ran my tongue around in the hair.
"Oh, you like that hairy pussy?" Mary said. Again, she NEVER says 'pussy'. That's twice in a month, and I am shocked. Must be the booze. Another push. "Is it like my mom's hairy pussy? You better eat that hairy pussy." My tongue flicked out, and I could taste her wetness, her arousal as she squirmed under my tongue. "Oh, yes, eat my mom's hairy pussy!" she called out, not quietly at all. I stopped what I am doing. "Let's go into the bedroom," I pleaded again.
In response, Mary grabbed my head with both hands and pushed my face into her crotch, which she started to grind against. "No, you eat my mom's pussy right here!" If she was OK, I guess I was too. I started licking with abandon, no technique, just tongue hard and flat over everything as she face fucked me. "Oh yes, lick that hairy pussy!" Mary pushed me down as she spreads her legs wider, but I started to get dizzy being upside down like that with all the alcohol, so I rearranged myself on the floor in front of her and she pulled my face in between her legs in no time.
"Oh, you love that old hairy pussy, don't you?" she growls. "Mmmmhmmmm" I hummed in agreement, never stopping what I was doing. "You love licking my mom's pussy. You love her pussy." "Mmmmmhmmm" I responded again.
"I can't hear you."
I pulled away slightly, just enough to get my lips off her long enough to say, "Yes, I love licking your mom's pussy." I heard her groan as I continued to lick away, my tongue moving up and down, around her clit then snaking into her, between her lips, tasting her sweet wetness.
Mary was really grinding and getting into this and by her actions I could sense she was getting close. I fought the urge to speed up, knowing that the rhythm was what is needed for the female orgasm, not speed like a man's. Mary started breathing heavy.
"Oh fuck yes, lick that old hairy pussy. You know you want to."
"Mmmmhmmm."
"For real, I know you want to. Don't you?"
"Mmmmmhmmmm."
"I knew it. Tell me you pervert."
"I want to lick that old hairy pussy for real."
"My mom's pussy."
"Mmmmhmmm."
"Say it."
"I want to lick your mom's old hairy pussy for real."
"And then fuck her?"
"Yes."
"Say it!" Mary barely was able to breathe out words as she neared climax. It came out more like "Sa uh ay uh it uhoh oh!"
"I want to fuck you mom!" I told her.
"Louder! Again!"
"I want to fuck your mom!" I cried out in between licks and Mary grunted and shoved her pussy into my mouth, clamping her thighs around my ears as she bucked towards and then away from my tongue.
"Fuck me! Fuck my mom!" she called out as she released my squished head, She pulled me up to kiss me as I entered her sopping wet and waiting cunt. I began pumping into her and she pulled away from my kiss to breathe as she continued to orgasm from the entry of my cock into her.
"Call me Brandi while you fuck me," Mary grunted out between thrusts.
"Um, sure...Brandi," I mumbled out, concentrating on keeping a good rhythm of fucking her. It was weird, looking at Mary and saying Brandi while doing what we were doing. The disconnect was real, and it sort of threw me off a bit, and I tried to kiss her instead so I could work towards my own orgasm. Mary pulled away a bit after a short while and started up the dirty talk conversation again.
"Are you fucking my mom?"
"Yes." I replied, and before she even says "yes what?" I follow up with, "Yes, I am fucking your mom."
"Show me," was all she said.
"Oh Brandi, you're so hot, I love fucking you. Your pussy is so wet and tight." I said the words, but I did not believe them, and Mary knew the difference.
"Close your eyes," Mary instructed me. I did. "Picture my mom's face. Her tits, her hairy pussy. Now fuck her." This worked, surprisingly. With my eyes closed, I recalled seeing her hairy bush getting out of the bath or when on the toilet. I remember those sagging tits with the erect nipples. I sped up my strokes as I imagined my cock and her joining.
"Oh, Brandi, yes. Your pussy feels so different than my wife's. So tight. Wetter. It's a perfect fit. It feels so good on my cock!" Like I said, my dirty talk game is terrible. But in my mind's eye, I WAS fucking my mother in law, and it didn't take long before that image turned itself into an actual fantasy, and I started thinking of her sexually, and what her pussy really did feel like, how she might taste, what her sex noises and orgasms would look, feel and sound like...
Within seconds, I felt the orgasm approaching, "Oh Mom, I am going to cum in you!" I announced, loudly.
"Yes, fuck my mom! Cum in her wet pussy!" Mary egged me on.
"Oh MOM! Yes! Fuck I love you Mom!" I called out as I ejected load after load of my thick semen inside her, my eyes still closed, fantasizing about my own mother in law. Mary held me tight, wrapping her legs around my body pulling me in all the way, the tip of my cock pressing against her cervix as the last pumps of cum spilled from my cockhead. Mary did not let me go until my spent cock finally dropped from her cum splattered channel and I kissed her once more before getting up off of her. I helped her up and we kissed again, until Mary pulled away.
"Um, It's dripping down my leg!" She started towards the bathroom, and then took off the robe and handed it to me. "Hang this on the back of my mom's door, wouldn't you?" as she closed the bathroom door.
I carried our clothes from the floor and the robe, stopping by our room to toss our heap of clothes into the hamper, before tiptoeing to Brandi's door, turning the knob slowly to not wake her as I opened the door just a crack to reach the robe in. I hung it on the hook on the back of the door, and as I was closing the door, I glanced over at Brandi's bed, and saw her open eyes staring at me. She's AWAKE!
All the things I had just said, not exactly quietly, could she have heard that roleplay game we had just done? My face flushed bright red as I felt utter embarrassment, maybe guilt or shame at our using her name for our own pleasure. I closed the door, and Mary came out of the bathroom, positively glowing with her post-sex aura.
"Your mom is awake!" I mouthed and mimed to her, as if I am tattling on ourselves.
She smiled as she approached me, giving me a kiss as she embraced me, "Oh, you are so cute! That was the point, silly."
My brain stopped functioning. "What???" as I try to comprehend what she was saying. The point? The point of what? I thought we were having sex, not making a point? We stood like that in the hallway for a good 30 seconds, naked and embracing, me enjoying the feel of skin on skin, of her breasts pressed against my chest and my arms holding her, and I am not sure what to say, as I have no idea what Mary is talking about. I will never understand women and their plans within plans within plans. My brain instantly recalled the Joe Pesci line from JFK - "A mystery wrapped in a riddle inside an enigma." That's women, and probably why I love them so. I smiled thinking of my wife as Joe Pesci, and she asked, "What's so funny? What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing really. You are just so cute, that's all."
She didn't believe me, but I couldn't exactly go and tell her that I imagined her talking to me in a Joe Pesci voice because I don't know what the heck is going on, so I stuck with that bland and obviously false statement.
"Go get cleaned up," she pushed me away. "And then come to bed." She got a look in her eye, mischievous again. Not good. "Unless you are going into my mom's bed. You just told me you wanted to." She turned and wiggled her ass as she went into our room, looking over her shoulder at me, wearing only that crooked smile. How does she mess with me so easily?
I shook my head free of cobwebs. That last line was going a bit too far in the roleplay game, but maybe it is a test of some sort? Choosing her all over again? When she was like this, I never knew what the right answer is, according to her. She obviously didn't mean that about her mom - how could she? - but is this just another part of the game? Is it a test? Am I supposed to respond a certain way? Play along like I would go into her mom's room? Either way, even though I can usually spot her shit test traps, on this one, I am completely out of my league. I stared at her as she shut the door behind me, then simply went into the bathroom, cleaned up and headed into our room, sliding into our bed to cuddle up behind my sexy naked wife, falling asleep within minutes, too tired and frankly, confused, to contemplate and consider my thoughts about this topic any longer.Moving in with Mother-in-law Ch. 04
A man and his wife move in with his mother-in-law.
The next week passed without anything odd happening. Mary was Mary, Brandi was Brandi, and I confess that Mary's roleplaying games had me conscious of Brandi's traits more and more. While Mary's ass was bouncy and firm, Brandi's was wide and a bit saggy and I couldn't help but stare it as she walked, wondering how soft it would feel if I pumped her from behind. Even her short hair compared to Mary's was intriguing, probably just because of the contrast, not to mention she was much hairier than Mary in other parts of her body, also intriguing due to the contrast, although Mary was starting to sport a hairy bush like her mother's. I walked around all week just a wee bit horny, two women to ogle and fantasize about, so Mary had her hands full almost every night that week, not to mention her mouth and pussy!
It was just after lunch on Friday when I received a text from Mary that she was taking her Mom to the hair salon, and that they were going straight to the yacht club afterwards for a Fish fry and drinks. I was told to meet them there after I got off work and changed. I replied back, "Nice of you two girls to have some alone time. See you there!" and proceeded to finish work right on time, meaning I'd have to fight a bit of traffic on the way home. Instead, I decided to just go straight to the club and save 15 minutes of changing time. I can wear dress clothes out every once in a while, even though I don't like that, as I have Work Kord and Play Kord, and changing clothes helps cement those two separate parts of my life.
I entered the club, and looked around for Brandi and Mary, and spied Brandi at a table across the room and headed over there. As I approached, Brandi turned around, and it was Mary! She had cut her hair exactly the same style and color as her mother! I stared at her, a bit in shock, like I was staring at Brandi 20 years ago, and when I looked over at Brandi sitting at the other end of the table, I noticed they are wearing the same dress, too. They were dressed like twins.
"Whoa!" I said. "That's quite a change!" Mary's eyes dimmed, and she started to lose her grin as she turned her eyes downcast. "I love it!" I complimented her, a bit more enthusiastically than I normally would, but Mary obviously was hoping for a positive reaction.
Her smile returned. "Really, you like it?"
"I truly love it. You are so sexy this way!"
She reached her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. "I thought you might like this look."
We broke the embrace, and I said Hi to Brandi with a smooch on the cheek and the same for Margy. I danced with all 3 of the girls that night. Mary pressed in close to me, trying to encourage my cock with furtive passes, Brandi wasn't much better, and I got another one of those soft, sensual kisses from her, and my cock was visibly erect at his point. Even Margy gave my cock a squeeze as she told me, "I don't know who is luckier, you going home with those two sexy ladies, or them going home with one sexy man." I just smiled and didn't think anything of it, just focused on having a good time.
We stayed until closing, last call is at 11:35PM, so we were home before midnight. Brandi headed to the bathroom as I put my wallet and the keys away.
"Nightcap?" Mary asked when we got home.
"Sure," I said to her. I walked to the bathroom and softly knocked and ask through the door, "Mom? You want something?"
"Oh No, honey. I'm just going to go lay down. You kids have fun."
"Sure thing." The door opened, and Brandi is there in just her nightgown, the sheerness of it allowing me to see the shape and color of her nipples and areola.
"Good night, dear," she said, and then pulled me in for another one of those kisses. I felt her breasts press into me, and I enjoyed the feel of them, the nightgown so sheer so that it felt like skin on skin.
"Kord, come get your drink!" Mary called out from the kitchen area. I pulled myself away from Mom, and offered her a quiet "Good night, Mom. Love you," as I watched her ass sway into her bedroom, her crack perfectly visible through that nightgown. I headed into the kitchen area slightly aroused, and Mary had two drinks poured. She could have been Brandi's younger sister with that haircut. She skirted past me on her way to the bathroom, "Meet me in the living room with those. I'll be right there. Make yourself comfortable," she winked at me as she headed into the bathroom and shut the door.
I sat down on the sofa when Mary came out, wearing Brandi's robe again. With her hair done like Brandi, I could really get into the role play easier, I thought to myself, imagining the nights delights to come. I handed her a drink, and she took a swig before setting it down, and stood in front of me.
She leaned forward, gave me a quick smooch, then asked "Did you have fun tonight? Dancing with us both? Could you tell us apart?"
"Yes, yes, and yes!" I responded. Mary stood back up, frowning. My mind races. OH! Idiot.
"Yes, yes, and No, I meant," I stammered out. "I had to really look, especially since I was so hard and horny."
She smiled thinly, and leaned back down, this time I noticed the robe was open a bit more, and I could see the swell of her breasts under the terry cloth. "That's a good boy. My mom got you hottest didn't she?"
"Yes, of course."
"You want to see her breasts?" She toyed with the flap of the robe. God, women are so hot when they flirt like this.
"Yes, I want to see her breasts."
"Feel them?"
"Yes feel them. Lick them. Suck them."
She opened up the top more, exposing more than half her luscious mounds. "Say it."
"I want to feel them, I..." Mary started to close the top again.
"I want to feel your mom's tits! I want to suck her tits, lick her nipples. I want to lick your mom's nipples!"
Mary smiled again, like a dog trainer proud of her puppy who is learning fast. If I weren't so horned up, I would be either angry or upset, but at this point, I wanted to get past the foreplay fast and get to the buffet! Mary opened up the top, revealing her tits to me fully. I grabbed at them and pressed one into my mouth, licking and sucking at the nipples. Mary sighed in pleasure as I worked my way back and forth to each nipple, giving each a turn. Her hands were on my crotch, feeling my hard cock through my shorts.
"Do you want to fuck my mom?"
"Yes, I want to fuck your mom!"
She stepped back a bit. Wait, what did I do wrong? I answered correctly!
She dropped the robe, revealing her full body to me. I followed her breasts down her belly, and her bush is so full of hair now. Amazing, so much like her moms!
"You like the way I look?"
"I do, you are so sexy!"
"Does my haircut help you think of my mom?"
"It really does help. Above and below!" I quipped, reaching out to feel her pubic hair, and the heat emanating from underneath it.
She pushed my hand away, but not in a mean way. "Of course you focus on THAT haircut! You pervert! You are thinking about my mom's pussy!" Again, Mary used the word 'pussy'. I am starting to like this Mary!
"Guilty as charged!" I admitted. "Show me", she replied, pointing to my shorts and my dick straining underneath the material. "Pull it out and show me."
I did not hesitate - I dropped my shorts and sat back down, hand on my dick.
"Are you thinking about my mom's pussy?"
"I am." Mary looked at me.
"Yes. I am thinking about your mom's pussy." I started stroking my cock, and Mary's hand slid down her belly to her hairy mound, and she touched herself, pushing her fingers through her hairy mound to get there.
"Look at me. Do I look like my mom?"
"You do, so hot!"
"My mom makes you hard doesn't she?"
"Yes, she does."
"I can't hear you. "
"Yes, your mom makes me hard."
"Because you want to fuck her?"
"Yes, because I want to fuck her!"
Mary was now frigging her clit at a pace only matched by a cartoon road runner.
"More!" she grunted out.
"I want to FUCK your MOM!" I told her, again and again. "Stick my dick in her, and cum in her and lick her out!"
Mary groaned and moaned at my words. "Louder!"
My voice went up in volume a bit louder. "I want to fuck your mom. I love her big ass. I love her hairy pussy. I love..."
"FUCK ME NOW!" Mary cried out as she started to orgasm, flopping down on her back on the sofa so I could enter her quickly and easily.
My cock was rock hard, and Mary was so wet, I slid in almost all the way, and by the second stroke was inside her fully. She pushed back up to meet my strokes, pressing her clit against the base of my cock as I pumped into her as she orgasmed.
"Do you like fucking my mom? Don't I look like her?"
"Oh god yes you do." Same haircut, same eyes, same pussy hair. She really did look like her. I didn't even have to close my eyes to imagine Brandi under me.
"Is my mom's pussy good enough for you?"
"Yes, dear."
"Mom."
"What?"
"Yes, Mom." OH.
"Yes, Mom, your pussy is amazing."
Mary groaned again, pulling me close. "Tell me while you fuck me."
"I want to fuck you so bad, Mom! I love your tight pussy!"
Mary was bucking against me with every stroke. "I can't hear you. Please."
I was lost in the moment. I stopped caring 5 minutes ago!
"I WANT TO FUCK YOU SO BAD, MOM!"
Mary somehow humped harder. "More!"
"MOM, I LOVE YOUR BIG ASS! I WANT TO LICK YOUR PUSSY!"
Mary started cumming again, this time almost out of control, "Oh Oh Oh God!"
"I WANT TO LICK YOUR PUSSY AND THEN YOUR ASS!"
Mary gasped. "GOD YES! DO IT!"
I must have hit a nerve with her, so I went for it. "I WILL LICK YOUR ASSHOLE, MOM! AND THEN FUCK YOU SO HARD!" Mary pulled my head down and buried it in her neck as we fucked like rabbits. "Fill my pussy!" she demanded. "Fill my mom's pussy!"
"OH MOM, I HAVE WANTED TO CUM INSIDE YOU SINCE I MET YOU!" I almost screamed out as I began to eject load after load of thick white cream into Mary's waiting pussy. What an orgasm! Mary grabbed my face and tongued my mouth with an intense passion for a good 15 seconds and then pushed my head back down to her neck. I was spent. In a good way, but still spent. My whole body was relaxed, and I could sleep in an instant.
"I told you that you were still hot enough for guys to want you." Mary said, seemingly to no one. My mind was numb from the orgasm. What was she talking about?
"I guess you did tell me that." Brandi's voice. From inside the room. I instantly jumped, but Mary held me tight, my cock still inside her, but now shrinking rapidly.
"Even guys 20 years younger than you."
Brandi laughed. "Apparently."
"Even my husband wants to fuck you. He just said it. Told the whole world."
Brandi smiled. "Oh, Mary. You are such a sweetheart. The lengths you go to help others out will always amaze me. Thank you for that." She turned to me, "And you, son. My daughter has strange ways of proving her points, and I thank you for that. You are also a sweet boy." She came over, and leaned down to give Mary a quick peck. I stared right down her nightgown, saw her older globes hanging there, swinging a bit back and forth in all their ancient glory. A finger lifted my chin up to look at Brandi directly.
"You are so sweet," she whispered, and kissed me sensually like on the dance floor. I responded, but I am a bit overwhelmed, and snaked my tongue out, pressing it between her lips, opening her mouth further. She hesitantly twirled her own tongue around mine, kissing like teenagers on the sofa. Slowly, she stopped and pulled away, leaving me with a soft kiss on the forehead, "Oh, you dear boy!"
Brandi stood back up and took a step back, staring at us, naked in post-coital relaxation, my cock still inside her daughter, but it hadn't shrunk away to nothing quite yet, so it hadn't plopped out. Mary was looking at us both, a bit shocked at her husband and her mom sharing a French kiss just inches from her face, and I knew she can feel my cock in her, but if I pulled out, I know that a gush of cum would come out. "Mom, we would do anything for you, you know that," she said.
"Mary, you were always impulsive and dramatic. But I love you for it. Thank you both for this. Very sweet of you." Brandi said, as she turned to leave.
I reached out, grab her arm. "Mom, You're welcome. I meant it though, you are very sexy." My cock finally came out, and I turned to sit down on the sofa, my wet, cum-covered cock flopping around. I could sense that Mary is now dripping my cum out of her pussy, visible to anyone who looked down there.
"Mary told me I was still attractive, but I guess I did not believe her. She has a strange way of proving her point sometimes. I guess I shouldn't be surprised by now."
"Well, it wasn't an act. She loves you. We love you. I love you. We just want you to be happy," I told Brandi, still holding her arm. My hand slid down her arm until we are holding hands, and I squeezed, which she returned with an equal squeeze of her own, an odd situation, considering I was sitting there in front of my mother-in-law, naked as a jaybird, cock covered in pussy juices and my own sperm.
"I am glad Mary does what she does, because if she hadn't, I wouldn't have known my own feelings for you." Brandi did a short squeeze of my hand and started to pull away. I held her hand tighter, not allowing her to leave. "I mean it. You're gorgeous and sexy, and any man, including this one, would be lucky to be with you." I pulled her hand close to my face and kissed her fingertips.
Brandi tore her eyes away from mine, and looked down at Mary, and then looked at us, just done fucking on her sofa. She took it all in, and then her eyes welled up, and she pulled away from me, almost running to her bedroom.
Mary immediately looked at me with a worried look on her face, and we both just stared at each other. Mary rolled off the sofa, following her mom into her bedroom. I sat up on the sofa, and I could hear Mary and her mom talking, hearing stray snippets here and there. "...want you to be happy...", "...too much, Mary...", "...physical needs...", "...experience things...", "die alone..."... I had both my drink and most of Mary's sitting there, and I downed them both as they continued talking in the other room. I didn't know what to think. Was Mary's idea of making herself look like her mother, imitating and copying her haircut, her dress, even her pubic hair trim, and then our "Mom" roleplay, all simply to make her mom feel wanted sexually and physically in order to give her a sense of confidence in herself? Was that really her entire plan? She always took the most dramatic way of making her points, preferring to show rather than tell, making it that much more effective, which can be both a good and a bad thing, depending on the target person's state of mind and psyche. My flirting had led me down this path, being "nice and supportive and complimentary" as Mary described it, was I the cause of her angst? That kiss while in the in the post-coital bliss with my wife was a bit much, and I had probably crossed a line that should not have been crossed. Mary didn't seem to mind, and Brandi had certainly seemed like she enjoyed it. I know I was quite turned on by this whole thing, and wondered where it was all going, and where we might all end up at the end of this crazy summer.Moving in with Mother-in-law Ch. 05
A man and his wife move in with his mother-in-law.
The last thing I remembered was Mary going into her Mom's room, and I had closed my eyes as I replayed the last few weeks over in my head, trying to figure out where this had gone off the rails, and the next thing I remembered was I woke up to the sound of the vacuum cleaner. I looked around, a bit unsure where I am, and see I am on the sofa, lying down, covered in a blanket. Last night came back to me, and I remembered sitting there thinking the night before. I must have dozed off or passed out, or whatever you might call it, but I certainly had crashed on the sofa. I must have really been out of it, or Mary would have gotten me to bed.
I opened one eye, and had to squint to see clearly, glancing over towards where the noise of the vacuum is emanating from. Brandi was across the room, her back to me, running the cleaner. She was wearing shorts that really show off the contours of her full ass, showing every curve, and a halter top, quite loose but looks very comfortable. I focused on her ass as she bent and stepped around to move the vacuum, enjoying the view of her larger and wider butt compared to Mary's, thinking about how it might feel as I slide my hard cock into it from behind.
Wait! Did I just imagine fucking Brandi for real? Not just as Mary's role playing? And while she is doing housework? And how do I face her, look at her after last night? Fucking in the open while saying how much I want to fuck HER, then kissing her like I did while still naked after sex with her daughter? Do I talk to her "...about last night..."? How to even start that conversation? Ignore it like nothing happened? I could feel my face flush slightly as I started to feel a bit of embarrassment, and I could also feel the after effects of the alcohol on my body. Surprisingly, I was not in as bad of shape as I should have been, but I certainly felt a slight headache starting, and my mouth was definitely dry. I continued to stare at Brandi's backside as I tried to decide whether to get up or stay lying down until Mary gets up. Let her deal with it, and push that conversation to her. Or at least get the lowdown from her talk last night first. I glanced over at our bedroom door, which is closed.
I contemplated getting up and heading into the bedroom, but I decided to wait until Brandi left the room so I could avoid the situation, totally not letting cowardice take control. I looked towards the bedroom door again, and then glanced back at Brandi. She was looking at me, and turned off the cleaner.
"Good morning sleepyhead. It's almost 10AM, you know."
I grunted a "Good morning Mom," in reply and closed my eyes, hoping that maybe I could fake sleep and she'll go away. No such luck.
"I made some coffee. You want a cup?"
"Sure, Mom, thanks." I mumbled. I guess I was getting up. I sat up while she headed into the kitchen. I was ready to pull the blanket off when I realized I am still naked. "And some ice water, please?" I covered up, and started to think about my escape plan.
Brandi brought over a coffee and a small glass of water. "Here you go, dear. You need an aspirin?"
I downed the water in one swig. Oh, that tasted great! "No, I don't think so. Not feeling as bad as I probably should."
Brandi smirked. "Worked off the alcohol, I suppose."
I dropped my eyes. Here we go. "Yeah, I guess we shouldn't stay until close anymore," I said wryly, trying to loosen the tension that I felt. Brandi didn't seem to be tiptoeing around like I expected. Women seem to handle the most unusual situations so much better than I ever could. I don't know how they process things so much better. Maybe it's genetics, maybe it's their closer connection to their emotions, or at least, their better ability to access them or admit the truth of them, rather than denying they exist at all.
"Oh, it wasn't all that bad. You want some more water?"
"Sure," I responded, taking a sip of coffee. I realized I really had to pee. I looked around for my clothes while Brandi refilled the water glass.
"Looking for your clothes? They smelled like smoke from the club, so they are in the wash." Brandi said, reading the situation perfectly as I looked around for anything to put on.
"Oh. OK. Thanks." I still had to pee. Oh well. She's seen me naked before. I threw off the blanket and headed into the bathroom to relieve myself and brush my teeth. I ran my hands over my pubic hair, and came away with some wetness. I brought it to my nose, it was definitely Mary's pussy juices still lingering. I take a deep sniff, and felt some movement down there, remembering that I was getting hard and horny when I fell asleep and did not finish again. Plus, being slightly hungover, my body was crying for the endorphins that come with sexual arousal. I put the thought away, and thought, well, maybe I can wake up Mary for a morning quickie.
I stepped out of the bathroom, and headed across the hall to the guest room. The door did not budge. Door was locked. What the hell? Goddamit. I knocked softly. I heard Mary deep breathing. Not a snore. But definitely a deep sleep sound. I let her sleep, and figured I will just sit on sofa under the blanket sipping my coffee until she woke up.
I walked back to the living room, and the blanket is gone! I heard Brandi coming back up the stairs. Maybe she had the clothes from last night with her? I sat down, trying to make my cock as unobtrusive as possible. Brandi walked in, saw me naked, and gave me an arched eyebrow questioning look.
"Mary locked the bedroom door." I said sheepishly. "Sorry."
Brandi smiled, almost giggled. "I saw more than that last night!" Like it was all just a goofy prank. That was not a prank, that was her being included in my wife and I's erotic adventures, and it was both an intense and touching situation and I was embarrassed as all heck that it happened like that. I feel my face flushing again.
"Uh, yeah, about that..." I started, stammering a bit.
Brandi interrupted me. "Don't mention it. Mary has a way with getting men to do what she wants, especially when it is things they don't want to do. She always has."
I smiled. "That's for sure. I would do anything for her."
"That's what worries me," she said, stopping in front of me, looking down at me. I look up at her, following her legs up to her thicker thighs, full and pressed together where her shorts contained her essence, and I focused on her mound, is there anything hotter than a woman's mound? Up from there, over the top of her shorts, her puffy belly slightly indented from the elastic band of the shorts, past her large boobs, and I stared at her face. So much like Mary, that haircut, that body, those eyes. I can feel my cock moving a bit.
"...and excites me," she continued as I ogle her. "I was so flattered last night, with the dancing, and the kiss, and then watching you two, hearing what you were saying, imagining being appreciated like that. I almost started believing it."
"Mom, I..."
"Let me finish." I stopped talking, and look directly into her eyes. "I was a bit overwhelmed. I haven't been touched or kissed like that in ten years. When you kissed me like a woman, not like a mother in law, I felt something I hadn't in a long time. And it hit me that I had lost all this time, that I had given up, that I wasted these years feeling sad, feeling lonely, feeling inadequate and ugly. That's why I ran away. Regret. Regret at the path I had chosen, what I have been missing. Seeing you two lost in each other was a turn on, yes, but it woke me up."
"Mom, I'm so sorry. Maybe sleeping dogs were best left lying." I dropped my head down, in shame. Our actions had upset her balance in life. We had turned her comfortable life into one of need and desire, rather than contentment.
"Stop that!" Brandi scolded me. "Don't you DARE feel sorry for me. Better late than never. Seeing Mary's face as she came while you were fuc...uh inside her, I felt alive again, a tingling I had forgotten about. And then that kiss blew me away, and those things you said!!! That blew my mind. So sexy and depraved, but in a good way. Do you really do that stuff? To her, you know?"
"Her butt? Yes, I do."
"Do you like it?"
"Mary loves it, so I love it. It's as simple as that."
"You are such a godsend for her. I have never had that before, a man who cares what I want or need. Or will do things that I don't even KNOW that I want or need!" She smiled and had a faraway look in her eye. She focused back on me. "So, what's it like? Does it taste uh, you know...nasty?"
"Astonishingly not." I replied, a bit more candid that I expected of myself. "It's smoother than expected, too. It's a nice feeling when she squirms and presses against my tongue, wanting more of it." I pictured Mary's ass in the air, her playing with her clit while I tongue her, as I described this to Brandi. My cock was rising a bit as I talked, and I thought back to when I saw Brandi getting out of the bath, just a few weeks ago. I would have loved to tongue that, feel my face between her big cheeks...
"You DO like it, don't you!?" Brandi exclaimed. My cock is full staff.
I turned bright red. "I do. Every time she orgasms, she pushes back more, and I can tongue her deeper. Sorry, Bra...Mom. I'm incorrigible."
"Don't be sorry! I asked. I shouldn't have pried. I didn't know how much you liked that." She sat down next to me. Rubs my arm. "Were you going to play with it?" she almost whispered to me.
"Uh, no. It just flared up by instinct."
Her face seemed to fall a bit, but her head being down had it staring right at my cock.
"Oh, OK. You can, you know. Tell me more. About the licking. Do you do that every time?"
"Uh OK, thanks. I think I am good." She looked at me, waiting for me to continue talking. "Not every time. Maybe every 3 or 4 times? She really gets into it, so it takes a long time."
"Is that her favorite thing? You licking her asshole?"
I shrugged. "Maybe. She pretends she doesn't, but whenever I do it, she goes crazy."
"And you do sex there? In her ass?" Brandi asked, quietly, but intensely.
I am not usually very open with these things - these are private moments, but then I think why not? "Sometimes, but it's hurts her sometimes, and sometimes it's amazing for her. I'd rather not ruin the night by taking that chance. So it's pretty rare."
"I've never..." Brandi started, then stopped abruptly.
"never...?" I prompted, turning towards her.
"Never had anyone do that for me. To me. Whatever!" she smiled and turned away, obviously a bit embarrassed, or at the very least, uncomfortable with the open sharing of sexual history with me. She stood up suddenly. "Anyways, let' get you some clothes!"
Brandi walked into her bedroom, returning carrying a set of clothes in her hands. She handed me the clothes. "Here, these should work until Mary gets up."
"Better than wearing your panties, I suppose." I joked with a smirk.
"Ooh, I might like that!" she responded with a laugh, and turned away and left me to get dressed.
I got dressed, and went back to living room. Brandi was downstairs, I could hear her in the basement, messing with laundry probably, and I still felt a bit tired and worn out from the alcohol, and went into the kitchen and chugged down another quick glass of water as I looked out the kitchen window. The day looked beautiful. Sunny, warm, but not hot, not humid. Perfect day to sweat out that alcohol!
I headed out to the garage, and got the lawn mower filled and fired up, and started mowing the front lawn. When I finished, I had a nice sweat going, and was starting to feel human again. I grabbed the trimmer, and weed wacked for a bit, finishing up the front before heading out back. As I finished up mowing the back hill, Mary came out looking a little worse for wear, but still was wearing a smile. She had a glass of lemonade in her hand, and after finishing up the last row, I shut off the mower and headed over to her.
"Mom and I made this for you," she gave me a peck on the lips as she handed me the icy cold glass. I took a big gulp, and it tasted delicious, the sweetness, the sourness, the coldness of the drink really hit me perfectly. "Oh, wow, Mary, this is perfect!"
"No, YOU were perfect! Last night, you were perfect! I think we really got through to Mom, and she is going to do amazing, I just know it!"
"Uh, yeah. I guess. I was just playing along with your..."
She silenced me with a finger and a cute little pout. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you, but I had to make it 'real' for her. I couldn't have planned it better, if I say so myself" She had a very proud look on her face, as if she just won a giant battle. Goddamn, that woman is cute when she's cocky!
I went to grab her and give her a hug, but she pulled away. "Ewww! You are all sweaty! "
I smiled and then took another long sip before I handed her back the glass. "I better finish up back here before I get too tired or distracted by your sweet ass!"
She glared at me, but not really. I could tell her fake glares from her real ones pretty well by now. "Give me that shirt. Wipe off all that sweat. Besides, you could use a little tan anyways!"
"Brat!" I told her, but pulled off my T-shirt , wiped my brow, and handed it over to her, and watched her ass sway and jiggle as she walked away, me leering the entire time.
I put the mower away, and grabbed the trimmer and started to feel better after that lemonade. The liquid plus the sugar really had hit the spot. I was beginning to feel fully human again as I continued on for the next 15 minutes or so, getting all the walkways, trees, and other items trimmed around the back.
Mary and Brandi decided to lay out in the sun on the deck, on their stomachs while watching me work and sweat in the sun and heat. I caould hear them chitchat now and then, but for the most part, they simply sat and stared and sipped their lemonade. I don't know what it is or why women love to watch men work, but they do. Maybe it is the physicality of the man that they appreciate, the strength and seeming ease as they perform manual labor. Maybe they view him as their property, like a harem queen or something, enjoying their well built slaves. Whatever the reason, I sure did enjoy working for them. Maybe that's why they do it? Because they know that WE will do more when they are watching?
I finished up the trimmer, and went to put it away, coming back to their area to get another chug of lemonade. I was standing in front of them in just athletic shorts, sweat glistening on my chest arms and back. The cool lemonade went down and really hit the spot. I looked down at the two women in their bathing suits and smiled. I noticed they are wearing identical two-piece swimsuits, and both had undone the clasp of their tops to keep away tan lines off their back. My focus as I sipped my drink was to compare their asses in the same suit. Mary's ass sticks up a bit, it's firm cheeks rounding nicely, pushing the fabric towards her crack, while Brandi's older ass widened out, a more flattened look as it flared out, creating more curves for her hips. I liked the contrast between the two.
"So, do we look like twins?" Mary asked me, waking me up from my staring contest with their butts.
Uh-oh. If I answered "Yes", I just told Mary she looks old. If I answer "No," I just told Brandi she does. I took a long, slow sip of lemonade while I considered my response to this shit test. Luckily, I am good at this.
"You both look so young. Maybe hot sisters? Older sister, younger sister."
They both smiled at the compliments. Whew! Skated past that one.
"What about in the dark? Could you tell us apart then?" Mary asked, a glint in her eye. Really, Mary? Still playing this game?
"Only by touch could I be sure," I lied.
"Ooooh! We might have to try that!" Mary cooed. Dammit, girl. Calm down with the innuendo! She has been non-stop go since we moved in here, which is one of the features I love about her. I suppose you get what you deserve when it comes to attractive traits and take the good with the bad.
Brandi blushed a bit with the compliments and Mary's possibly sexual comments, so she changed the subject. "Would you move that bench over under the tree for me? Summer is here, and I want it in the shade."
"Sure, Mom!" I proceeded to move the heavy stone bench to the right area - luckily it was in 3 pieces, otherwise it would have been way too heavy for me to carry.
For the next 45 minutes, they called out small tasks for me to do, nothing crazy, "Pick those weeds out of the flower bed, please?", "Can you move this rose plant into the sun?" , "Can you fill the birdbath with water?" , "Can you water those 3 hanging flowers? The can is right over by the hose." Each one was only a minute or two so I didn't complain or balk at the tasks, but I was starting to get a little tired. I decided to call it quits.
"OK, ladies. I am off to the showers. Show is over!"
"BOO! You ruin all the fun!" Mary catcalled me. Brandi giggled a little. "We should probably turn over and get our fronts tan, too." I headed inside and they both laughed as I walk into the house, turning themselves over onto their backs to continue tanning. Damn those women!
The shower felt refreshing, I clean up and get dressed, just a T-shirt and shorts. I looked for the women, and they are still outside sunbathing, chatting and laughing, sometimes whispering, followed by laughing. I took this opportunity to check out their suits, focusing on their respective crotches, comparing their mounds and imagining what's under that thin piece of fabric. Brandi's mound is so much larger than Mary's, very puffy, and I could see a few stray hairs peeking out. Like the pervert I am, I looked for lip outlines, but no luck. I must admit, I was hoping to see some nipples, but they were not so brazen as to sunbathe topless. Too bad!!! I considered pulling out my cock and wanking it while watching their bodies in their swimsuits, but I settled for a semi-hard cock, which is always nice in loose shorts - felt kind of extra manly with a nice heavy cock bouncing as I walk. I headed out to the backyard, and get a look from both of them.
"What?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing." Mary said. Brandi hid a smile.
"Seriously? What?" I asked, almost annoyed, but not really.
"Mom said you were telling stories about me this morning." She looked at me, mischief in her eyes.
I stopped dead. Um, stories? The only thing Brandi and I talked about this morning was, OH! NO! We talked about ass licking.
"*I* like it?" Mary said, emphasizing the 'I' as if it were a question or an obvious lie. "I think you got that backwards, buddy! I couldn't stop you from that if I tried!"
"Yeah, well. You don't seem to mind." I mumbled out, knowing she's right, and I'm exposed as an inveterate ass-eater. I felt my face flush in embarrassment, no one likes to have their personal peccadilloes broadcast to the world, or in this case, my own mother-in-law.
"True. A good tongue lashing back there does hit the spot sometimes, but don't try and turn this around, buster. We are talking about YOU, not ME."
Female logic at its best. Something we both enjoy, but it's MY issue. Because reasons. I accepted my fate because I know I can't win. So much easier that way.
"We ARE talking about me, and I do like it. Maybe I'll open an ass-licking business. I could put up signs in the front yard, "Free ass licking inside." Mary giggled. I smiled. I will not fall for her shit tests. Have humility and own it beyond their expectations. Confidence is key. "Would you like that, Brandi? A nice 'I lick butts' sign in your front yard?" The girls started to laugh to the point of tears. "Big or small, I lick them all! That's my company motto." More laughs, Brandi snorted. "I'm like the opposite of the gambling speakeasy, I poker in the front, and liquor in the rear!" Mary gasped, "I can't breathe" as I continued with the stupid jokes. "Like a Tire store, 'Buy 3 rims, get the 4th rim free!' Besides, it's not all it "crack"ed up to be. Talk about dancing cheek to cheek!"
"STOP! I'm gonna pee my pants!" Mary cried out between laughs.
"Oh, I better stop, or you will the "butt" of my jokes!"
Mary did a little scream, and then jumped up and punched me in the arm. "You jerk!" and went running inside. I assumed to pee.
"That wasn't very nice," Brandi said to me attempting to be stern, which is difficult with a perma-grin on your face. She watched Mary run into the house as I sat down on the chair Mary just vacated, and face Brandi.
"Probably not," I agreed. "Although, I'd rather have her laughing at me than angry with me, especially after the stunt she pulled last night."
"It wasn't that terrible, just so you know," Brandi confided to me. "Her heart was in the right place, as usual. And besides, hearing you say what you said with such conviction, it meant something to me." She reached out, and put her hand on my forearm. "I mean it, it really was a nice thing you both did for me."
Our eyes locked, and I can see that she is telling the truth. We were having a moment that under most any other circumstances would have led to a deep sexual kiss, and looking at her straight in the eyes like that, her looking like an exact replica of my wife, I was incredibly tempted to lean in and bury my tongue down her throat, consequences be damned. I could have sworn she leaned towards me just enough to indicate she had the same feeling, and I was being drawn towards her through chemistry, hormones, animal magnetism, whatever you want to call it, it was only through sheer will that I held back.
Instead, I said, "Well, you're welcome, Mom. Least we can do for you letting us stay here."
"Oh, that's nothing. What you did was special, letting me, albeit surreptiously, into your most intimate moments. What I did was sharing my physical space with you. You shared your emotions with me. That's such a huge thing. Thanks again."
"Of course." I grasped her hand and squeezed it, and she held it tighter and longer than was normal, keeping the physical contact past what normal human interaction would dictate. I wanted to pull away, but held my ground, and we held hands, tightly, for a bit. "Mary has such a great heart, and she's not wrong, you are a sexy woman, and still 'have it', for sure."
"Oh stop it," Brandi reprimanded me, but shyly. "I'm old and ugly."
"Au contraire, mademoiselle!" I started in an outrageous French accent. "I have to admit, I stared at both of your asses through the window earlier. I spent equal time staring at both."
"What, my fat saggy ass?" Brandi scoffed.
"Yes, it's nice and full and it certainly accentuates your curves. I guess it looks softer than Mary's. Different, not better or worse, that's all."
She squeezed my hand, "Very sweet. But I know what I am , but I do appreciate you both doing so much, going to such great lengths to show me, even if it very weird!" She laughed at this. "Super weird, but when Mary is involved, it generally is!"
We shared a laugh at Mary's expense, one more squeeze of hands, and I stood up, leaned over Brandi, and kiss her on the forehead. "Well, we love you, Mom. I'm going to go head in for a bit, don't stay out too long, you'll get burnt."
"Sure thing, just a few more minutes, probably. I need to get more on my back, I think" I gathered in one more glance at her face, breasts, slightly protruding belly, and that puffy mound one last time, then headed in. I wonder if she caught me looking? Oh well, can't do anything about that now.Moving in with Mother-in-law Ch. 06
A man and his wife move in with his mother-in-law.
Inside, Mary was standing where I was earlier when spying on the girls in the bathing suits. "What were you two talking about holding hands like that? So sweet!"
"That she is beautiful and that I like staring at her ass." I responded, truthfully, but Mary doesn't fall for it. "Fine, don't tell me then," she pouted.
"OK, but that's what I told her." I shrugged and walked away.
"Wait, you are serious?" she asked.
"Yeah, I am serious."
"Oh my god, I love you so much!" She ran over and threw her arms around me and planted a big wet one on me.
"What is that for?" I asked.
"Because you have the hots for my mom, and are going to make her so happy that a young stud like you wants her!" She kissed me again, and her hands wandered down to my hardening cock. "Hmmm, what do we have here?" she whispered to me. She started rubbing me through my shorts, and it did not take long to get hard. She eyed me a wicked smile on her face as she pulled my cock out of my pants. "Look out the window at my mom's body," she directed me, as she slid down to her knees and took my hard cock in her mouth. "Stare at her sexy ass. Imagine your face in there." My wife was sucking my dick while telling me to look at her mom sexually. I obliged, because it felt good and it WAS a nice view. Plus, getting a blowjob right in the middle of the den is nice, and the covertness of me watching my mother in law in her bathing suit heightened the situation. I watched Brandi sunbathe, imagining that big ass in my mouth, kissing and licking each cheek before trailing my way into her crevice to expose her little hole, and planting a nice big wet one right on her puckered rosebud. The vision was clear as day in my mind, and Mary's bobbing on my cock sent me over the edge, and I came into her mouth without a warning. Mary gurgleed for a second, but she took it like a champ and swallowed the first spurts of my load and then slowly milked the rest out of me as I came down from the orgasmic high.
"Fuck, Mary. That was great, thank you!" Mary smiled up at me, still holding my cock in one hand. She scooted up and kissed it. "He just came thinking about my mom, didn't he?" she asked while waggling my softening cock back and forth to indicate that the "he" she was referring to was my dick. "That's so hot. Now when you look at her, you are going to think about cumming."
"It might take a few more of these for that mental connection to happen," I told her. "Maybe it should be a daily thing?" That last bit came out as kind of a question, and kind of a comment. Sort of like asking for permission, but not really wanting to ask straight up.
Mary squeezed my dick menacingly, but lovingly. "Listen, Mister. Talking tough to the lady holding your manhood in her hands isn't the greatest idea!" I can't argue with her, so I just smile and say, "Well, it was worth a shot. Never hurts to ask!" Mary stood up and gave me a kiss. I could smell a bit of cock and cum smell on her, but she doesn't taste like it. Maybe next time.
We had a nice Saturday, I got all the required yard work done plus a month's worth of small projects, I got a blow job, and I got to play with the grill and cooked up some burgers for everyone. Overall, a pretty good day! Finished it off with giving the wife a nice oral orgasm before a nice, sweet lovemaking session that night before we fell asleep.
Mary got up early on Sunday and made a nice breakfast - bacon, eggs, even pancakes. Brandi came out to the smell of the bacon, and was walking so gingerly that I started to ask her what was wrong when I noticed the pink flesh. Everywhere. The poor girl had laid out in the sun WAY too long, and had a nice lobster color everywhere. I could tell she was miserable.
"Oh, Mom!" Mary said. "You're burned to a crisp!"
"Tell me about it. The SHEETS hurt me." Brandi joked, but not really.
"Sit down, eat something, then we'll get you some aloe," Mary instructed her.
I ran off to the store to pick up some aloe for Brandi, being instructed 3 times by Mary to make sure it is the alcohol free version (who puts alcohol in a lotion? Apparently this is a thing for disinfecting an area, but it dries up the skin, making the sunburned areas actually worse feeling. Who knew?) I found the correct type, checked twice to make sure the ingredients didn't contain some alternate version of rubbing alcohol using some scientific name, and started back home. I was sitting at a traffic light, and I had a brilliant idea. Nothing feels cooler on the skin than silk, and Mary had a silk kimono in her wardrobe at our storage unit. I made a quick detour and dug through the various boxes to find this for Brandi. Success! I put everything back into the storage unit, locked it back up, and headed home.
"I come bearing gifts!" I handed the aloe bottle to Mary's outstretched hands to inspect (to make sure I got the right type, I'm sure) and I took Brandi the kimono. "Hey, Mom. I thought maybe you'd like to wear silk today, considering your situation. It should keep your skin cool, and it isn't abrasive at all."
Brandi looked at me, then at the kimono, and I couldn't tell if she was sad or in pain, because she had a look like she was going to cry. "I'm sorry, did I offend you, Mom?" I asked, not really sure. Brandi had a tear roll down her cheek as she took the kimono. "I'm fine, sweetheart. I just haven't had anyone care about me enough to think about my comfort in a long time. You went above and beyond, and it means so much to me."
I was a bit dumbfounded. I was just trying to be nice. And that brought her to tears? How lonely must she be for that simple gesture to be so meaningful to her? I just wanted to give her a hug and hold her and tell her how beautiful and yes, sexy she is, and that she deserves someone who loves her as much as I do. Wait, did I just say that I love her? She's my mother-in-law, aren't they supposed to be mean and bitchy? And I "love" her? Hidden behind my visage, my brain had acknowledged the fact that I love my mother-in-law, and not in a "mom-son" way. In a man-woman way. I wanted to hold her. I wanted to please her. I wanted to protect her. I wanted to see her naked and fuck her. I wanted to provide for her needs, emotionally, physically, sexually. I wanted to share my most intimate thoughts, desires and actions with her. All this is flying through my head, as I stumbled forward a bit, and instead just mumbled out, "I love you, Brandi. Mom."
She had a startled look on her face when she looked over at me. "Well, I love you too, dear." But she didn't say it like I wanted to say it. Hers was "acquaintance/friend 'love you'", not an "I love you 'I love you'." How could I convey my true feelings without being creepy or crossing a line or causing dissension? I stepped forward, and gently wipe away her tear as I look down at her, eye to eye, face to face. "No, Mom. Brandi. I LOVE you."
She smiled slightly as she looked at me, but my stare does not change. I tried to make my face be serious and heartfelt at the same time, to convey true depth of feeling to match what I really felt inside and to match the sexual tension I feel so strongly between us. She stared up at me for a few more seconds, then her eyes widened a bit when she started to comprehend what I was saying. She just smiled sadly, patted my cheek and said, "Oh you dear boy," before she pulled away and headed to her room. "I hope this fits!" she said over her shoulder to me, to the room, I supposed, just as a way to break the tension.
"Mary! Can you help me with this?" Brandi called from her room. "Sure, Mom, be right there."
Mary went into the bedroom and began applying the aloe to her mother, and after a couple of minutes, I heard her phone ring. "Can you check that for me?" she called out to me. I walked over to the kitchen where she left her phone. "It's your boss!" I yelled out to her.
"Answer it for me!" I went to answer it but it stopped ringing as I was sliding the bar over - it appeared she had already hung up. I took the phone into the bedroom to tell her, and I saw Brandi laying face down on the bed, her entire back and legs a bright pink. "She hung up before..." My eyes focused on the sight of Brandi's large, wide white ass, what a sight to behold!, and my brain stopped working. "Uh, sorry." I mumbled, handing Mary the phone, and I started to walk out. "Wait!" Mary stopped me. "Here." She handed me the aloe bottle and reached out for her phone. "Put this on while I call her back." I was a bit flabbergasted, and surprised that Brandi didn't say anything or tried to cover up her naked ass. She must have really been hurting. "Ummm, OK." I took the bottle and squirted some into my hand, rubbing it around to warm it up enough not to shock the skin.
"Start on my shoulders and arms," Brandi instructed me. "Ok, Mom." I tried to focus on the red skin, and being as gentle and as thorough as possible, but my eyes kept looking down, staring at her exposed ass, knowing I shouldn't be, but I couldn't help myself. Needless to say, I was getting extremely hard as I moved down her back towards her sweet ass. I applied the aloe quite thickly, as I could see she was really burned. She was going to need another layer for sure. "I think you are going to need another application of this stuff, Mom," I commented as I moved back up to her shoulders. I was trying to avoid the ass-staring, but had failed completely. Twice I stopped applying lotion completely for a few seconds while I took in the sight.
"Get my legs first", Brandi directed me. I repositioned myself near her feet, facing up towards her ass. I started at her calves and worked my way up her legs, my chest tight with excitement at rubbing my mother-in-law's naked body. As I progressed towards her knee area, I used my hands to part her thighs whenever I could without hurting her, and took a quick glance towards her crack, hoping to get a glance at her pussy. It was just a bit too dark to see anything, I needed just a bit more light!
"Mom?" I asked quietly and slowly, trying to catch my breath. My heart was racing 1000 bpm, I knew my face had to be flushed, and my erection could have built a wooden deck. "Mmm, hmm?" she didn't even use words to respond.
"I, um." The 'I' came out almost as a squeak. I cleared my throat. Come on, Kord, sound natural, I harangued myself. "The burn looks like it got on the inside of your legs here. Can you open them up a bit?" Brandi hesitated, as I stared at where her legs met her body, waiting for her to open up a bit and I could view her pussy. "I won't look, I promise." I added, in case that's why she was hesitating. She chuckled as she spread her legs apart. "Well, what's the fun of that?"
I was treated to the sight of her lovely slit staring back at me, her lips barely visible from her blonde haired, puffy surroundings, but visible nonetheless. My breath caught in my throat as I gazed deeply at her crevice, wondering what it might feel like, what it might smells- like, what it might taste like, what my cock might feel like inside of her.
"Kord? My legs..." Brandi whispered. I had forgotten what I was doing. I pumped out some more lotion and proceeded to lather lotion inside her thighs, super thickly, so I could rub and stare more, occasionally I moved her thigh just right to make her pussy wink at me, as if it was inviting me in. I just kept applying more and more aloe, not paying any attention except trying to burn that vision into my brain, finally realizing after I put my lotion filled hands right onto a pile of more lotion. "Oh!" I jolted myself. "I have a job to do while I enjoy myself!" and got back to 'responsibility' mode, for at least a few seconds. There was just so much lotion, I would never be able to rub it all in, so without thinking, I lower my head and blew on the lotion to dry it. Brandi jerked. "Sorry! I put too much on, and was trying to dry it," I explained. "No, it felt fine. It just surprised me, that's all." I blew again on that section of her thigh, and she jumped, but not as much. I continued to lightly blow, but angled it so the air flow heads directly towards her pussy. I did this until that section was dry, and oet ready to overload another section. I could have sworn that her lips were getting bigger and darker. Probably just the lighting. She couldn't be getting excited by a little wisp of air, could she? I was prepared to find out, when Mary comes back in the room.
"Done?" she asked me.
"Uh, yeah." I stepped away. My boner cannot be hidden.
Mary stared at me and arched her eyebrow in a way that asks "Really? REALLY??" without even having to speak. "I, uh, got her back, and her legs. I think she needs another application. She's really burned and it is drying up fast." Mary smiled at me and gave me a kiss on cheek as she snatched the aloe bottle from me. "OK, I'll take it from here. Thanks, dear!" she said out loud, and then whispered in my ear as she lightly ran her fingers up my engorged cock through my shorts, "Get a good look. I want this later." She finished with a squeeze of my rod and then turned to her mother and got to work putting on a second layer of lotion.
The rest of the day went by quietly, I washed the cars out on the driveway while the girls get afternoon supper ready, anything to get my mind off this morning, but as I mindlessly washed the vehicles, my brain kept wanting to bring back into my memory the mental picture of Brandi's wide white ass, and the beautiful puffy lips I saw today. My cock stayed half hard all day. Mary was going to be in for it tonight, if I could last more than 30 seconds that is.
"Cars all washed!" I called into the house, as I headed in to grab a cold beer. The smell of garlic and more garlic was in the air.
"Great, honey!" Mary called back. "Come here and taste this. Tell me what it needs."
I headed into the kitchen, and Brandi and Mary were in there, Brandi rolling meatballs, Mary stirring a pot of red sauce. I couldn't help but notice Brandi's legs, quite pink, but also quite visible. The kimono was short on Mary, but when you add in a few inches of the wider ass on Brandi, it was near obscene. If she shifted, the bottom of her ass cheeks would be visible. I took in a good long look of her legs up and down and back up again before turning attention to Mary. I still couldn't get used to her looking like her mother, the same haircut and everything. It was just a little disconcerting, but also made me a little hot. I could look at either one and get flooded with sexual memories, all thanks to Mary's roleplaying these last couple of months. Mary had her wooden spoon out, ready for me to taste her cooking, and I used the opportunity to stare at her luscious breasts, barely contained by her tight top.
"Maybe some more basil? Kind of garlicky. Just to tone it down a bit. Delicious as is, though," I added to the end of my critique. She had been in here for 2 hours cooking, I didn't want to discourage her!
"Thanks!" she smiled because I provided help and encouragement. She popped up on her tiptoes for a quick peck, and then dropped down, giving me a nice view of her bouncing cleavage. Life is good! "How much longer?" I asked.
"About an hour , maybe hour and a half."
"Sounds good. I'll stay out of your hair." I headed out to the garage to putz around a bit, sipping on my cold beer, waiting for dinner, which came and went without meaningful conversation and was excellent. I did enjoy Brandi in the kimono, as she did not put on any underwear (too painful) and even the slightest bend revealed her luscious ass. Today has been a good day! After dinner, Mary put on more aloe for her mom, and Brandi decided to retire early. Mary and I finally get some alone time, which I immediately put to good use, pulling her in for a kiss and feel.
"Did you like looking at my mom's bare ass?" Mary whispered to me between kisses. She slid her hand down to my erect penis and gave it a squeeze. "I know this guy did!" I could feel her lips tighten as she smiled when I groaned my approval. "He can't wait to fuck my mom, can he?"
"No" I mumbled.
"Well, we need to arrange that soon then, yes?"
"Yes. For sure." I answered, and reach for her ass, giving it a good squeeze.
We sat together for a bit, watched TV, did a little bit of heavy petting, but she kept me waiting for the good stuff until almost 10 PM. Her mom had been asleep for a good two hours at this point. Mary started rubbing my cock, and pulled it out of my shorts, tugging it a few times, before dropping her head down into my lap, swallowing my cock in the process. I was fully hard, and because of the entire day being quite sexual-minded, I was about to go off quickly. Mary must have sensed this, as she stopped, and we quickly undressed each other, and when I prepared to go down on her, she stopped me.
"Wait. I want you to lotion me up like you did to my mom!" She tried to figure out how to lie on the sofa in a way I can massage her, but it wasn't really conducive, so we headed into our bedroom after a couple minutes of giggling and failing. I proceeded to rub her shoulders, her arms, her back, and compared her toned rounded ass to Brandi's wider, flatter, but softer cheeks. I then moved down to her legs, and performed the same spread maneuver on Mary, opening her legs to view her sweet pussy as I rubbed her inner thighs, and I couldn't take it anymore and started to lightly kiss her naked cheeks, "You're not burned here," I whispered. Mary groaned as I flick my tongue out and licked her between the light kisses.
"I guess I stopped you from getting this far earlier?" she queried.
"I guess you did," was my verbal response, but my physical response was to slide my hands on both sides of her cheeks to allow my tongue access to her cute little butthole. Her body jerked as my tongue flit across her tender exposed anus, and her body tensed even more as she prepared for a tongue lashing of her nethers.
"Oh, you like my mom's ass, don't you?" Yes. Yes I do, I thought. I responded by driving my tongue into her ass and started tongue fucking her.
"Oh my!" Mary cried out. "Yes, tongue my virgin ass! No one has ever done that to me!" She pushed her ass up and towards my face, and I felt her squirming around under my chin. I pulled away for a second, and saw her fingers under her body, twirling around her clit. She was into it, and so was I. I was so horny. "Mom, I love your ass! I love eating your ass!" Mary started humping back as I continued my tongue fucking, and I could feel her shove herself back and into my tongue as she came hard. I didn't stop, and she continued to assfuck my tongue while rubbing herself, and she came 3 more times. By this time, her ass was loosened up enough that my whole tongue was sliding in and out of her tiny hole as she moaned and groaned about her son in law tonguing her. Looking up from between her cheeks, over her back to the back of her head, and seeing the same hairstyle and color as her mother, I started to picture my face buried in between Brandi's sweet ass for real. That thought - of me actually burying my face between her globes of flesh, of tonguing her asshole for the first time, of engaging in such a lewd and yet erotic encounter with her - drove me into a frenzy of tongue fucking and I could feel my orgasm arising without my penis even being touched.
I jumped up, lifted Mary's ass up so she was on her knees, and guided my cock into her pussy in one stroke, "Oh, Mom! I want you so bad! I want to fuck you so much!" I called out as I fantasized sliding my cock into my mother-in-law, and I launched jet after jet into Mary's pussy within seconds of entering her. Mary gasped as my cum flooded her pussy, and after the initial shock of me cumming so fast, she started grinding her clit against the base of my cock, "Yes, cum inside Mommy. Give me your sweet cum!" She may have had a mild orgasm, or at least a slight reverberation of a previous orgasm, before she toppled over and my spent cock plopped out of her hole, sperm gushing out behind it. We both collapsed at the same time, spent from the long day, the lack of good sleep, and the excitement of our roleplaying.
After a few minutes, Mary rose to clean herself up, but I just laid there, too wore out to even bother or care, and fell asleep, naked and covered in Mary and I's juices. I woke up around 3AM, and had to go pee. It's 3AM, so I didn't even bother putting anything on, and stumbled into the bathroom still naked. I did my business, quite a stream!, and felt OH so relieved. I didn't realize my bladder could hold that much liquid. "I'm a racehorse!" I think to myself. I giggled a bit, and flushed the toilet. As I was walking back to our bedroom, I heard rustling coming from Brandi's room, and a quiet call reached out.
"Kord, is that you?"
I was still giggling at myself, and from a combination of sleepiness and laughing at my own terrible jokes forgot that I am naked. "Yeah, Mom, what's up?"
"I can't sleep. I can't get comfortable. " Her voice changed as she quietly asked, very tentatively. "Would...would you put more aloe on me, please?"
"Uh, Sure" I sidy, not thinking, barely half awake. I walked into her room, and I saw Brandi, laying on her stomach again, naked with her nice big ass displayed to the world. Good lord, was that a sight to behold. At least part of me was starting to wake up. "Start with your shoulders and arms again?" I asked, as I reached for the aloe and pumped some into my hands.
"That would be heaven," she replied.
I rubbed the aloe in my hands to warm it again, and placed my hands on her shoulders, placing the aloe on her skin. Her skin was hot to the touch, so I knew I would need to put this on thick. I proceeded to cover her shoulders, back and arms with the aloe, and I tried my best to make this a medical procedure, and not to stare at her nakedness, or think about it, and I was doing a pretty good job, I might say so myself, right up until Brandi moved her left arm as I was leaning over her body to reach her right arm. At that point, her arm raised up as she repositioned her body, and came into contact with my nakedness, pressing up into my half-hard cock and hanging balls. We both froze for a second, and then I pretended to not notice it and continued putting aloe on her, but my cock responded and began to grow to full mast.
Brandi was slow to lower her arm, but did, and also turned her head to that side. I could see her eyes as she scanned the mostly dark room and then focused on my erection. The next time I applied lotion, she moaned quietly, which did nothing to help my condition. I proceeded to finish her back , shoulders and arms, and she adjusted herself a few times, somehow always accidently bumping into my hard cock. I moved down to her legs and proceeded from her calves up her legs. This time, I did not need to have to pull her legs apart, they were already quite open, at least 2 feet apart at her feet.
There was not a lot of light, but I peered between her legs as I applied the lotion and I could have sworn I saw a glint of a reflection, as if something shiny was between her legs, but I put it aside as an optical illusion of some sort, until I got up towards her thighs. Like earlier, I pulled her skin up and I could see much better, and there was definitely a glint there, and I realized it was the wetness of her crotch, leaking out just enough of her juices to glisten in the low light. My god, I was staring at m mother in law's wet cunt, and I couldn't be happier.
"Kord? You stopped rubbing."
"Oh, sorry. My mind wandered off."
"You don't have to do this if you don't want to, you know." Brandi said.
"Oh I want to!" I replied, maybe too fast and too eager, as Brandi chuckled just a little bit.
"OK, just letting you know."
I put some more lotion on my hands and start rubbing her thighs again. "Hmmm, that's better." She whispered. I continue rubbing her thighs, moving her skin back and forth, watching her lips move just a bit each time as I stare. Good lord, I was so horny, my cock was rock hard and I just wanted to start stroking it right there, staring at her sweet pussy. I felt Brandi move a bit under me, and her left foot came up slowly under me, between my legs, until it came into contact with my hanging balls and raging hard cock.
"OHHHHHHH" I gasped as her foot touched my rod. Having had an erection for the past 15 minutes put me in a level of horniness that I did not consider the situation, and I pressed down on her foot to increase the pressure on my member. Damn, that feels so good, and I don't care, I just want to cum. Rubbing Brandi's naked body, and staring at her ass and pussy for the past 15-20 minutes has me so riled up, I don't think I could stop if I wanted to. And I most certainly did not want to. I kept my cock against her foot, and Brandi responded by not moving her foot at all, not pulling it away, anyways, and in my mind that was telling me it was OK. Good lord, what a sight, even in this low light, I could see her folds move with every press of hands on her skin. I grabbed her foot with my hands and pressed it against my achingly hard shaft. It took all of 10 seconds from when her foot touched my cock until I could feel my balls begin to tighten, my throat constricted and I had to take giant gulps of air. I could hear my own heartbeat and the blood racing through my body in my ears with every pump of my heart, and suddenly my cock started jerking as I began to spew my white juice. I had zero control over my own body as spurt after spurt of cum ejects out of me as I tried to catch my breath, a seemingly impossible task due to the intensity of the situation and the orgasm.
"Oh my!" Brandi exclaimed. "Did you just...?"
My grunt and exhale cut her off as the last few spurts dribble out of my cock onto her foot. I looked down and see my cum on my wife's mom's sheets, on her leg, on her foot. What the fuck did I just do? My face flushed in post-coital shame. Why did I do that? I was horny. But your mother-in-law? Mary HAS been roleplaying this. Did I just really blame my own wife for me cumming on her mom? My thoughts came flying back into my head after my sexual release, and the horny thoughts that had led me here to begin with flew away, as ephemeral as a phantom, dissipating as if they never existed, leaving the conscious me to deal with all of the consequences.
"I'm so sorry, Mom, I...I...I should have, shouldn't have, I mean. I... Oh my god, I'm so sorry." I ran out of the room. I've heard of the Walk of shame, but never the Run of Shame.
"Kord!" Brandi called. "It's OK!" as I sprinted to leave. "I'm sorry, too!" I heard her say as I fled to the safety of my bedroom. I closed the door and got into bed next to my sleeping wife. What did I just do? Why? What is wrong with me? How do I face Mary tomorrow? "Hey honey, I came on your mom last night. Oopsie!" Scratch that, how do I face BRANDI? "Sorry for cumming on you, Mom? My bad?" I tossed and turned all night, staring at the wall, staring at the ceiling, staring anywhere but at my sleeping wife. The sleeping wife that gave me great sex on Friday, a nice blowjob on Saturday, and then let me lick her ass and fuck her Sunday. And that I just betrayed by cumming on her mother just a few hours later. I attempted to rationalize that it wasn't like I fucked her mom or anything, I thought of defenses and excuses, blamed Mary for it happening, blamed Brandi for having a foot and sunburn. I could ignore the whole situation or accept it because I can't change what happened now, maybe beg Mary for forgiveness, or beg Brandi for forgiveness, and just every possible option raced through my head. Where did MY wants and feelings fit into this situation? Am I being manipulated, or am I just going along to go along? Do I have a say in this? I was still laying there thinking when the alarm went off. Time for work. Fuck. Good.Moving in with Mother-in-law Ch. 07
A man and his wife move in with his mother-in-law.
I rushed into the bathroom, showered and dressed in record time and was out of the house an hour early, anything to avoid having to look into the eyes of either Brandi or Mary. I tried to focus on work to get my mind off the past weekend, but my mind kept coming back to Brandi, her naked body, her wide flaring hips, the swell of her... STOP, focus on work! I ended up staying at work late, half due to the constant mental distractions and half to put off facing them as long as I could. Mary finally called me around 7PM as I was finishing up all I could get done for the day.
"You coming home tonight, or?"
"Yes, Mary, sorry, lots to do today."
"Ok, how much longer do you think? Dinner is ready."
"Oh, sorry, dear. Go ahead without me, I still have some stuff to do. I'll be home around 9PM."
"Wow, OK. Well, my mom and I might be in bed already if you are any later. I'll leave a plate for you in the microwave."
"Ok, thanks. Just a lot to get done."
"Ok, dear, Love you!"
"Love you, too, Mary."
I hung up and began figuring out what to do for the next 2 hours, so I decided to go to a bar not super close to home so I might run into any neighbors, but not far enough away that I might endanger anything. I sat at the bar, nursing my beer, trying to make my mind think of anything but going home and what happened. It was pretty empty, just myself, the bartender and one other patron, sitting at a table by themselves, nursing a whiskey neat.
"You want another one?" the bartender asked me.
"Yeah, sure. What time is it?"
"Bar clock says 10PM. So about 9:30PM real world time," she replied, in a way that she had said that sentence hundreds of times before.
"Oh, then I'll be going then. Thanks." I started gathering my cash from the bar, leaving a couple singles as tip.
"Sounds like you're running from facing something."
"Yeah, well, I just need time to figure stuff out, I guess."
She put down another beer. "It's on me, spill it."
I had been sitting here, sipping my beers slowly, but still, after 2.5 hours, I'm still probably 5 beers in, and was definitely feeling a bit loose-lipped.
"Oh, it's a sordid tale. Let's just say that my wife and I moved in with her mother."
"Oooh, this could go a couple ways!"
"Yeah, haha." I smiled, and looked at her. She's middle-aged, probably mid-50s, and has a motherly visage. A trustworthy face. She has probably heard it all, and I didn't ever plan on being here again. "Well, it's not BAD, she's a great lady. It's more that my wife and I are still quite 'active', if you know what I mean."
"Juicy, nice." She didn't egg me on to say anything else, just sat on her stool and listened, wearing a slight smile for encouragement.
"Yeah, let's just say we got caught a few times. My wife handled it a lot better than I did. Like she WANTED to be caught. More to the point, like she wanted ME to be caught by her mom."
"OK, interesting. Like out in the open stuff, or being extra loud?"
"Yeah, all that. A few accidental or confined spaces nudity things thrown in for good measure. And roleplaying." I blurted that last part out, I don't know why.
"As in?"
SIGH. I opened the door, whatever. "Yeah, after we got caught she wanted me to roleplay with her as her mom."
"Oh my, I need to meet this wife of yours!"
"She's amazing. And also impossible to tell no to."
"Lemme guess, and your mother in law heard this."
"Yeah."
"Oh boy. No wonder you're hiding out here."
"Yeah, last night kind of crossed the line, so I went to work early and stayed late. And then came here. Ugh."
"Well, no use crying over split milk. You're going to have to face the music eventually. You can't hide forever."
Typical bartender, only spoke in platitudes and proverbs but also made complete sense.
"So true. And this one is double-barreled. Well, thanks for the beer, I really need to get home. Appreciate the conversation."
"Anytime! That's what we're here for, you know," she smiled and grabbed the tip off the bar. I threw down another couple bucks.
"Thanks again."
"Well, come back now! I want to hear how this ends! Ha!"
I walked out, feeling somewhat better, and at least my mind had stopped racing. I determined I would just go home, tell Mary, and she'd know what to do. She always has taken care of me.
I got home just after 10PM and realized how hungry I was. I started the microwave to reheat dinner, and went into our bedroom to check on Mary. She was sleeping already, I starde at the shape of her body, and looked down at her face, admiring the curves of her jaw, the softness of her skin as she slept. There is something about a woman's face when she is sleeping, so peaceful, so angelic.
I heard the microwave beep at me, so I leaned down and kissed Mary on the forehead, "I love you, honey" I whispered. I could have sworn Mary's face smiled a bit, but if so, it was so slight, it was nearly imperceptible. I did a quick change into T-shirt and athletic shorts and went back to the kitchen to get my food, and sat down at the little table there and began to browse my phone as I ate. About halfway through, I heard light footsteps behind me.
"Hi, Kord," I heard Brandi say quietly from behind me. I froze a bit and I could feel my face begin to flush in embarrassment.
"Hi, Mom."
"Mind if I join you for a minute?" she asked, but sat down anyways without bothering for an answer. "I can't have you avoiding me if you are going to live here."
"I'm not av..."
"Oh stop. This isn't my first rodeo. I know how men get, they don't look to talk things out the same way us girls do. They just walk away and come back later hoping it will just go away." I nearly burst into tears at this point, and the guilt and shame begin to overwhelm me, the beers earlier probably helping.
"Brandi, I'm so sorry!" I blurted out. "I never meant to do that, I was just so horny. And touching your body was making me so aroused. I don't know what came over me..."
"I know what came all over me!" Brandi laughed. Somehow that made it both better and worse, but it broke the tension.
I dropped my head down, but still let a out a chuckle. "Yeah, I guess you do. Look, that shouldn't have happened. Any of it. I guess the naughtiness of it all caught me up."
Brandi leaned in and patted me on the arm. "It WAS naughty, wasn't it?" She said, with a small smile. I couldn't tell if it was meant to be comforting or sad.
"Yes, and I cannot hurt Mary. She's my everything, and I just want you to know, there has never been anyone else since I met her. Ever. Until last night."
"Is that your concern? That Mary or I will think less of you? I wasn't exactly an innocent party. I LIKED knowing you were looking at my body and getting aroused. It made me feel sexy again. It wasn't an accident my foot touched you, you know. I am sorry that I did that since it made you feel like this. I just wanted to touch a hard penis again. It's been too long." Brandi's face softened and smiled a bit, a wry smile, though, but then she started to get emotional, and her voice changed a bit, like right before a good cry. "And maybe I took advantage of you and Mary's openness. I don't want you or Mary to think less of ME. You don't do you? Think less of me?" That last came out almost as a sob, and I felt that the wrong answer here might bring out he waterworks.
"No, Mom, I do not."
"Do you really mean that? Or just saying it?"
"No, Mom, I really mean it. I love you dearly, and I'd do anything for you and Mary. I mean that, too. I'm sorry for avoiding you."
Brandi wiped her eyes, they were glistening a bit, pre-cry, but she collected herself. "Yes, please don't do that again. Just come talk to me. There is nothing we can't get through, ok?"
She stood up to leave, patting my hand as she rose. "Okay?" she asked again.
"OK, Mom. I promise."
"That's a good boy." She leaned over and kissed me on the top of the head. "Now, finishing eating, and get to bed!"
"Ok, Goodnight, Mom."
"Goodnight, son. Sleep well."
I feel relieved after our talk. Now I just need to figure out how to confess to Mary. I think about it as I finish eating, and have no ideas other than 'just tell her', but I couldn't even think about how to start that conversation. I rinsed off my dish, and put them in the dishwasher. I get a glass of ice water, turn off the kitchen light, and feel my way slowly to our bedroom in the dark. As I approached the little hallway, I heard my name from Brandi's room. The door is open, and I put my head in, but the room is dark.
"You call me, Mom?"
"What? Oh, no, I just said 'goodnight, Kord' is all."
"Oh, OK, Goodnight then, Mom." My brain fired off an idea - maybe Brandi can help me tell Mary? "Mom? Can I ask you something?"
"Sure." I hear cloth rustling. "Come in."
I entered her room, and my eyes started adjusting to the low light. I see Brandi sitting propped up against the headboard. She was wearing the kimono I brought her yesterday. "What did you want to ask me?" I thought I detected a bit of anticipation in her voice, but I put that thought to the side for the moment. She patted the side of the bed, and I sat down on the edge, facing her.
"Mary." I said. And paused, trying to figure out how to phrase this.
"Yes, that is what I named her. What about her?"
I smiled at her wit, and just bulled ahead. "How do I tell her?"
"Tell her what, honey? About the foot incident?"
The 'foot incident'? That was what she was going to call it? Whatever, I went along. "Yeah. The 'foot incident'. Do I preface it and tell the whole sordid tale, or just blurt it out, 'I rubbed my cock on your mom's foot and came all over her?' I just feel like if I tell the whole tale, it would be like me trying to make excuses, or justify it."
"Do you want me to tell her instead? I will, if you want..."
I cut her off. "No, this is something I need to do. Thank you, though. I'll probably just shorten the story and quickly get to where I violated you."
"You did NOT 'violate' me." Brandi sat up as she said this. I saw her wince from the sunburnt skin. "If anything, I violated you. And Mary." Her tone softened, and she put a hand on my arm. "I don't want you to think about it like that. Okay? It was nothing like that at all, and if that is how you are viewing it, you're wrong. If we looked at it from another point of view, one could say that I instigated the situation. I asked you to touch me. I asked you to rub me, and I opened my legs for you to see my , well, see all of me. When you didn't take the invitation, I touched your erection. The only thing either of us has done wrong is love and help each other too much."
I sat there and stared a bit dumbfounded by Brandi's words and tone. Maybe I WAS looking at this all wrong. Too much wisdom coming from the females around me today, it seemed. I thought to myself, "Perhaps I'll wake Mary up to talk while this lucky streak is still going."
"Thanks, Mom. I will try that, to look at it differently."
She arched her eyebrow at me, questioningly, as I caved pretty quickly.
"No, I mean it," I said. "I tend to be very hard on myself. I am always the one to take full responsibility. It's just my nature."
"That's not a bad thing, you know," Brandi interrupted. "It's a very endearing trait you have."
"Thanks. That doesn't absolve me, or us, for that matter, but I do understand what you said, and it means a lot. Thanks again, Mom."
"Of course, dear!"
I leaned over to give her a hug, and she moved forward, and I saw her wince when I touched her back. I can feel the heat from the sunburn skin.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mom!"
"Yeah, no one was here all day to help me." She looked over at the aloe vera bottle, then looks back at me. I sensed a question not being asked, considering the situation we just finished discussing.
"Sure, Mom. Real quick."
She smiled, and undid her kimono at the belt, revealing her bare upper torso and her large breasts. They sagged a bit, pointing a bit downwards, but after 64 years, they are still surprisingly full and round. I eyed them intensely before she turned to allow me easy access to her back. I got on my knees behind her and began to apply the aloe to her shoulders. I admit that I looked over her shoulder as I worked the aloe in, memorizing in my mind the shape of her breasts, the color of her areolas, the stiffness of her nipples. Good lord, they looked delicious. I felt my member begin to rise as I continued to stare.
Brandi kept her arms to her sides as I finished her back, and then progressed down each arm. She leaned back a bit to rest her head against my chest. As I covered her arms with aloe and reached her elbows, my hands felt the warm softness of Brandi's breasts where they met her arms. I thought I felt her press back against me just a little harder than before, but I wasn't sure. I continued to rub up and down her arms, each time, making sure that I also brushed against the side of her breasts. I was beginning to breathe a little faster, and was very definitely straining my pants. After what seemed like the tenth time I went up and down, feeling her side breasts, Brandi moaned and pressed back against me fully, arching her back a bit to make her breasts protrude up and out. I could see her nipples, tight as can be, reaching up for the skies, and she moved her arms up a bit so that my hands were firmly pressed against her breasts, almost touching those protruding nipples.
One part of me wanted to grab those breasts and bury my tongue down Brandi's throat, but after the nice conversation we just had, and the guilt still lingering, I decided to forego my carnal desires for now. The spectre of the feelings I had about last night overshadowed my lust. I bent down and kissed Brandi on the top of the head, and moved my hands off her luscious orbs.
"Better get those legs, Mom." I say quietly. Brandi did not move for a few seconds, still leaning back into me fully, and then with a small sigh, she got back up on her knees, and undid her kimono strap, letting it drop completely off of her, her lovely wide ass visible to the world. I stared as she bent down onto all fours for a second, and I viewed her hairy pussy and even a glimpse of her asshole as she slowly lowered herself to the bed. And I mean slowly, and seductively. It took all my willpower to not bury my face in between those globes of soft flesh and taste her both front and back. I held back, however, and kept my cool as I rubbed her legs. I was so hard it was killing me. As I moved up her legs to her upper thighs, Brandi spread her legs apart a bit more to make sure I had enough space, in her words, to the point she was nearly spread-eagled on the bed. My lord, she was not making this easy to do the right thing. I began to wonder if this was intentional or not, I knew the aloe felt good for her, and her actions could be taken as sexual or not, depending on the situation, but the context of our previous discussion, I assumed the best for her intentions and continued until I felt her foot come up and touch my hard erection again. Luckily, I was clothed today, so a repeat of last night couldn't occur, but even though I instinctively pressed myself against her foot, I did so without the urgency of the previous night, and finished the application of the aloe, and with a quick squeeze of her foot, moved away from her.
"OK, Mom, you're all set for the night, I really need to talk to Mary."
I heard her breathing a bit heavier than normal, but she finally responded, "OK, dear, thank you. Check on me later if you can, see if I need anything?" she said in a questioning and hopeful voice.
"OK, Mom, will do." I walked away from her naked body and started to close the door.
"Leave the door open, would you? The breeze feels good on my back."
"Sure thing, Brandi."
I left her door open and went in to find my wife Mary laying in bed, but I can see her eyes are open now.
"Hey, babe," I said as I removed my clothes to climb into bed.
"Hey. You take care of my mom? I heard you two talking for a bit."
"Yeah, she needed some aloe again. Speaking of your mom, I need to tell you something."
"What is it honey? Oh my!" she exclaimed as she saw my erection. "Get over here and tell me!" She seemed pleased or happy at my condition, and I sat down next to her on her side instead of climbing in. She put her right arm over my thigh and began to slowly stroke my cock, almost absent-mindedly, more as something to do rather than intensely sexual. "What did you want to tell me?"
"I have a confession to make." Mary squeezed my cock a little bit harder for a split second. "Last night, I went to pee in the middle of the night, and your mom was groaning. She was hurting from the sunburn. I put lotion on her back and legs for her."
"That's nice of you."
"Thanks, but I was naked when I did this, and well, I became aroused. I'm sorry."
"That's it? You became aroused at rubbing a naked woman?" Her hand held a bit tighter and was stroking with a bit more purpose than before. This was making it difficult to concentrate on getting my words out coherently.
"Well, I sort of came on her." SILENCE. STROKING STOPPED. And then LAUGHTER. Mary busted out in a full guffaw.
"You CAME on my mom? You pervert!" she said between laughs. She did not call me a pervert in a disgusted tone, but more of a laughing tone. I must admit, I had not expected this reaction, but Mary always had surprised me. I smiled in spite of myself, as her laughing was contagious.
"Yeah, as I was rubbing her legs, her foot touched me there..."
"On your cock?" she clarified.
"Yeah. On my cock." Mary began pumping her hand up and down again.
"This cock?" she teased me. Dammit. This was serious.
"Yes. And I sort of humped her foot and came on her." I stopped and waited. Mary did not say a word, but she still kept up her rhythm. "It was an accident, it didn't take long, maybe 10 seconds. I am so sorry, it was wrong and I... OW!" Mary quieted me by squeezing my shaft with all her might.
"Kord?"
"Yes, dear," I said quietly, my head down, not looking at her in shame.
"I forgive you." She stated it so softly, but also so matter-of-factly, I knew instantly I was forgiven. Mary was not mad, or if she was, it was OK. WE were OK. My head came up and I met her gaze, eye to eye. "I forgive you," she repeated to me. I bent over to kiss her and she opened her arms to me and we began to kiss passionately. My god, what a woman. My heart is racing, my breath is ragged, and she pulled away. I looked down into her face, and I saw that glint in her eye and a small smirk. "Show me," she whispered, and then rolled over onto her back.
"Show you?"
"Show me what you did."
"You want me to cum on you?"
Her inflection changed from loving wife to horny woman. "Do what you did to my mom, to me," she commanded me. I hesitated for a second before complying. I pulled the covers off of her and exposed her body.
"Roll over." I told her. She immediately obeyed, like an obedient dog, which she was assuredly was not.
She laid in front of me, and I opened her legs a bit, seeing her slit between her legs, comparing it to her mother's. From the front, they looked similar, as Mary had trimmed her bush to match her mother's, but from behind, I could see that Mary had a much puffier set of lips, or maybe she was just more excited, I am not really sure how all that works down there. I rubbed her legs, starting at her ankles and working my way up her legs. When I got to her thighs, I used my hands to make her pussy move like I did with her mom the night before. I was so hard, so horny. My mind went back to last night, and the thrill at seeing my mother in law spread open and naked and her lips moving to my touch. I could tell I was getting beyond ready.
"Now, Mary,"
"Mom"
"What?"
"Now, Mom. Come on, you know by now."
Oh, right. Mary wanted to roleplay.
"Now, Mom, lift your left leg up towards me."
Mary lifted her leg up, and I felt her foot touch my hard dick.
"Oh, Kord? Is your dick hard? From looking at your mother in law?" Mary said.
"Yes, Mom. You make me so hard!"
Mary used her foot to massage my shaft and balls. "Keep talking."
Like last night, I grabbed her foot to press harder against it and humped it. "Oh Mom, you are so sexy, I love looking at you."
"Keep going," Mary encouraged me.
I continued to my press my hardness against her foot and kept up the dirty talk, all the time imagining how I was touching Brandi just a few minutes ago, spread eagled and seemingly wanting this very thing. I went with it as I humped.
"Oh Brandi, I love looking at your sweet ass. It makes me so horny. I just want to bury my tongue in there for hours." Mary groaned under me, and I saw her fingers appear between her legs, as she began to rub her clit as I fucked her foot. "God yes," she cried out.
"Shhh, Mary is in the other room!" I still was imagining Brandi under me, and the roleplay talk just came out. My eyes were now fully closed, picturing my mother in law's protruding nipples as she leaned back into me, her big ass as she slowly and seductively lowered herself to the bed earlier, her hairy slit, her sunburned skin. "She'll hear us!"
"Oh let her hear us. I'm tired of sneaking around. Just fuck me already!"
"You sure, Mom? You want me to fuck you while Mary is in the next room?"
"Oh yes, share that cock with me, she won't mind!" My mind reeled, I could never tell if Mary is roleplaying or telling me something. I will never know, but that day I was drunk with lust and guilt and a few beers in, and my mind just went with it.
"I bet she wants to watch us. Mary wants to be there to watch her husband with her own mother." Mary groaned a bit under me, I assumed in approval of this line of roleplaying. "She can't wait to see us together, naked."
"Oh god, yes. She wants to see it so bad. Mary wants that over everything. Will you let her watch?"
My mind was full of visions of Brandi and I, so I replied "Yes, I want her to watch!"
"Will you? Promise me! Promise me you'll make her watch!" Mary urged me on, as I fucked her foot faster and faster.
The added thought of Mary right there watching me with her mother was too much. "I PROMISE!!" I yelled out as I began to spurt my white liquid on my wife's thighs and ass and foot.
"Oh yes, come on me, Kord. Cum on your mother in law!"
I did just as Mary instructed and continued to cum on her until I was spent, and the last bit of sperm dribbled out of my now softening cock.
I watched as Mary came from rubbing her clit, seeing her labial lips pulse, her fingers pressed against her clit, her ass jiggling as her body jolted from the orgasm. What a weekend. And now progressing into the week. Mary rolled over after catching her breath, and pulled me down to her, face to face, and we kissed like teenagers, our tongues swirling in passion.
"I love you, Kord. You are amazing."
"Same Mary."
"I can't wait to watch." I looked at her eyes, and she was staring directly into mine. She then pecked me one last time, and got up to go clean up. "Gonna be so hot!"Moving in with Mother-in-law Ch. 08
A man and his wife move in with his mother-in-law.
I stared at the ceiling trying to take it all in. How much of this is really happening, and how much of this is simply my male brain inventing that every woman I meet wants me? Is this what I want, or am I just going along, and if I am just going along, what happens when their whims change? Where does that leave me? Was this my libido going crazy based on Mary's roleplaying, or do I want this? Thank the lord for those beers, or I do not think I could have fallen asleep. Luckily, I did, and got up the next day and went to work like a good boy, and this time, I came straight home.
We had dinner like normal, a simple pork loin roast thing Brandi made in the crock pot. Mary was attentive and flirty but not overly so. I started to come to the conclusion that it was my own fantasies coming into play, and I was way over-reading into what Mary had been doing these past few weeks. I determined that we were just using this time here to spice it up, and I needed to keep it that way. But I was also debating myself, I really want to fuck my mother-in-law, but what is the right thing to do for my life and my marriage? I really just decided that I was fantasizing, and would not act on these impulses. That brought a huge sense of relief, as we ended up watching TV for a bit after dinner and cleanup was done. Overall a nice relaxing night, and when Brandi said she was going to bed, I thought to myself, "Yeah, I was imagining all this. Mary was just playing." and prepared for bed myself. I finished in the bathroom, brushing teeth and peeing, and as I came out, Mary was in the hallway.
"Hey hon," I say, as I leaned down for a kiss. Mary had a glint in her eye and a slight smirk on her face. She grabbed my arm tightly, and I feel her press into me as she calls out, "Mom, you need lotion on tonight?" and turned and looked at me.
"Sure, honey. That would be nice, although I am feeling a lot better now."
Mary smiled fully, and reached up on her tiptoes and kisses me. "You're up, slugger!" and patted me on the back, pushing me towards her mother's room.
Brandi was standing there naked facing the door as I come in. Her large breasts draw me in immediately, and then my gaze slowly panned down past her lightly rounded belly to the lovely patch of grey/gold hair beneath.
"Oh! I thought Mary was going to..."
"She volunteered me for the job," I interjected, somewhat snarkily, which could have been interpreted as hesitation or compulsion to do something I really didn't want to do.
"Oh, well you don't have to, I think I am..."
"MOM, I ASKED KORD TO SINCE HE WAS ALREADY DONE GETTING READY FOR BED!" Mary called from the bathroom.
"Well, that answers that, haha!" Brandi said as she climbed into the bed, and laid down, face first into her pillow, giving me a nice view of her ample asscheeks.
I walked over, staring at her fine features, thinking about Mary, thinking about Brandi's nakedness and Mary's commenting on "watching" and moms and wives and sex and more nakedness and my brain was misfiring left and right at this point. Here I was, again doing what everyone else was pushing, and ignoring my own agency. I was just positioning myself over Brandi when Mary's head popped in the door, toothbrush in mouth.
"Hey I just did laundry on Sunday, can you take off your bed clothes so they don't get all lotiony?"
"Uh, sure, " I said, and removed my T-shirt and shorts without thinking. Like I said, my brain was misfiring, and I went into submissive mode, and I became somewhat angry at myself. Not angry, but more like disappointed in myself. I began to apply the aloe to Brandi's shoulders as she laid in front of me. As I started putting on lotion, I kept thinking about what I wanted, about doing what I felt was right or worng or correct, and the morality of the situation was a bit overwhelming. The rubbing a naked woman part of the situation had made me half-hard, not surprisingly, and I was just getting to her lower back when Mary popped her head in, "OK, going to bed you two. Don't stay up all night, ha!"
"Be right there, honey," I returned, looking at her.
"Good night dear." Brandi said , but muffled from the mattress.
Mary duly went into the bedroom, closed the door, and she must have jumped into bed, because we heard it creak. "GOOD NIGHT!" Mary called out from her bed.
I proceeded to apply lotion, and did all her shoulders arms and back. Brandi was a rag doll by this time, so relaxed, I thought she might have been sleeping.
"Mom?" I whispered. "You still awake?"
"Yes dear, just very much enjoying myself."
"OK, just checking,. I'm going to do your legs now."
"Sounds good." Brandi said, and she spread her legs apart. "Gave you some room so you don't have to lean over."
"Thanks, Mom, " I replied, barely audible due to breath tightness, as I positioned myself between her legs, staring up at her legs, and seeing her cute slit and the pink lips peeking through. The light was still on this time, so I had a full view of all of her.
I took a deep breath, and began applying the aloe to Brandi's calves, working towards her thighs. Since I was between her legs, instead of straddling a leg, a repeat of the 'foot incident' wasn't in the cards, so I was safe there. As I stared at her pussy flexing as I rubbed her thighs, I got a few peeks at her lovely asshole, winking at me. I was starting to become extremely horny, but was so nervous that I was crossing a line somewhere, either with Brandi or Mary or myself or all of the above. Brandi began swaying her butt back and forth a bit, as if inviting me in to play, or simply just rearranging herself, or simply nervousness. I tried to judge her body's reactions, to get a feel of what she was doing, was she apprehensive, was she giving signals, was she requesting more? I felt like it was more anticipation than nervousness, and that she was giving me the go ahead. I was so nervous, and yet so horny. I was at a point where a line would be crossed or it wouldn't. Time to make a decision, Kord. You don't have to do this, you are in control of your own life, I told myself. Maybe that's what all this was leading to. For decades I have been too accommodating, too ready to please others - at home, at work, at life overall. I needed to make a decision on MY own terms, not because Mary said it's OK, not because Mary set it up, not because Brandi was willing, but because I wanted to. I wasn't sure I was in the right frame of mind when making this decision to cross that line forever, what with naked lady offering herself to me in front of me, but I knew that if I did this, my life would change, and either good or bad, everything would be different, and maybe I would be different, too.
I stared down at that naked ass, I thought about it one last time, then made my decision. My decision was to start applying the aloe to Brandi's luscious globes. Tentatively at first, just rubbing, testing the waters, sort of a light up and then down, before getting into more pressure and full handfuls. Brandi didn't say a word. She sighed as I started spreading Brandi's ass cheeks apart, exposing her asshole to me fully.
I did this a number of times, and Brandi said nothing, but then I must have held her cheeks open to stare at her cute, brown-pink button a bit too long because she then said, "Um, my butt isn't sunburned you know." I saw her head coming around to look back, so I immediately let go of her cheeks and said, "Yes, but this lotion is moisturizing, and it looked dry."
Brandi put her head back down. "OK, that's fine then."
I lotioned up my hands and began to rub her cheeks, rubbing along the hip line, and going right into her crack with my hands, each time getting my finger closer and closer to that rosebud. I think Brandi squirmed under me and I heard her moan. That moan hit some level of hormones in my brain and I felt my loins tighten, that feeling one gets when they have reached a level of pure horniness, pure lust, to the point your brain goes into overload, with a single goal in mind, to orgasm and ejaculate by any means necessary. I groaned in response, and was considering my options at this point - do I go for it and touch her there? Do I press my hard dick against her somehow? I hesitated, as usual, trying to please my wife, to please my mother-in-law, to please myself as well, and not knowing what anyone wanted made it such a nerve racking situation. I know it is wrong, but why is Mary pushing me? Or is she? Is this a test? Why is Brandi allowing this? Is that a test? All the conversations have pointed to this not being a test, but a consequence of all our lives coming together at that moment and how they had unfolded, and were still unfolding. I needed to get them out of my head, and work this out on my own terms. Either I wanted it, or I didn't, no more only worrying about what others wanted.
My hesitation allowed Brandi to make the decision on how to proceed for me. She rolled herself over on one side, as I was between her legs still. "Can you do the front of my legs too? They need moisturizing, since I haven't had a bath in 2 days."
"Sure, Mom." I move myself back, allowing her to complete her roll, and I stared up her body to where her slightly parted legs ended in her beautiful slit, covered in grey and blonde hairs, the light from the lamp on the nightstand reflecting on them, giving off a silver and gold glow, as if highlighting the God's gift that is a woman's pussy in all its perfection.
"Just close your eyes and relax, Mom." I told her as I started on her right foot and began moisturizing her foot, her ankle and her shin, all the while my gaze fixated on that precious pussy ahead of me. I made sure Brandi's eyes were closed. I worked up to her knee on the right leg, then did the same to her left leg, my gaze intensified into her hairy bush area, as if it possessed me. As I began to work my way to her thighs, Brandi opened her legs somewhat as she relaxed her position, allowing her knees and legs to turn to the outside, which exposed her labia to me for the first time, at least in a manner not related to stepping out of the tub. Her lips were much puffier than Mary's, and extended out a bit more, making the inner lips much more visible. I suppose you could compare a newly budded rose, with its petals tightly together versus an older rose, with the petals separated a bit, allowing for a much more robust view into the heart of the flower.
My heart was out of my chest, and I could barely breathe as I rubbed her thighs and watched her pussy move. I don't think I could have said 3 words in a row at the time, and I was again debating "What now?" when Brandi opened her eyes, sat straight up and grabbed me with both hands by the side of the head and started tonguing the back of my throat. My arms went around her and pulled her tight to me as she kissed me, feeling her large soft breasts against my body, and my hard cock pressing into her belly. This was not the soft sensuous kiss from before, this was pure lust, her tongue seeking mine, seeking ever more, trying to meld our mouths into one lust-filled concoction. I could hear my blood pounding in my ears as I reacted to the situation, her passion, her kiss. We both lost ourselves in the moment of pure overwhelming excitement as we made out, tongues reaching, searching, sliding over each other's mouths, tongues, lips, our arms caressing each other's arms, backs, necks, faces. We were like teenagers in heat for the first time, my heart was beating so fast I could hardly feel the beats themselves, they were so close together. My penis was solid rock as I leaned her back down on the bed, me now on top of her, our tongues and mouths never losing connection for even a second, as if they were now a single unit, fused together by the heat of our lust.
I felt Brandi open her legs fully under me, inviting me in, "I'm ready, Kord. Please. Now." She whispered to me, and I felt her legs spread open all the way, and her hands slid down my back to grab my ass and pull me and my erect cock towards her waiting pussy. Final decision point, and I give in, again. She wants this, so I want it, and to be fair, I DID want it, I just wasn't sure if I wanted to deal with the repercussions.
My cock pressed forward and I was somehow lined up perfectly and I felt the head of my cock touch her warm opening. The concern over repercussions disappeared the second my head touched her pussy lips. I no longer had control of my lust and I pushed forward into my mother in law, getting a couple of inches in before my cock ran into friction from the tightness. I pulled back a bit and pushed again, this time I felt wetness, and on the third push I felt my cock slide all the way into her pussy. She started out much tighter than Mary's pussy, possibly from lack of use in the past 10 years.
"OH FUCK!" Brandi cried out before she wrapped her legs around me and pulling me into her as far as I could go. I began to slowly hump her, my cock not coming out but barely an inch, as I stayed mostly fully into her, just pressing our bodies together, merging into one. Our tongues locked again and I stared down at her eyes as she stared up at mine. I couldn't believe it, I was actually fucking my mother in law, and my God did it feel good and right and, yes, holy like a religious experience. I forgot about Mary, I forgot about the future, I forgot about consequences, I forgot about everything but the pleasure and the lust and the oneness of pure love and sex combined. I began to make love to her in earnest, my hands around her face, making her look at me as I pushed my cock in and out of her again and again and again.
"I love you, Mom!" I whispered to her.
"I love you, dear," she replied. "Don't stop what you are doing, don't ever stop what you are doing! Oh yes. Oh yes! OH YESSS!" Brandi's eyes rolled back in her head as she began to orgasm from our lovemaking, and I felt her wetness increase dramatically. "Oh FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!" she yelled out as I started to pump faster and faster, my strokes expanding to 4 or 5 inches out before ramming it all the way home with each quickening thrust. We were both so amped up that we couldn't have stopped our bodies if had wanted to. And neither of us appeared to want to.
"Oh, MOM! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!"
She pulled me in closer and lifted back up at me as I thrust down, meeting me in perfect rhythm. I didn't even consider pulling out, and I couldn't if I had tried, as Brandi held me inside her so tight with her legs pulling me down.
"Oh MOM! I'M CUMMING!" I cry out as I felt my seed began to pump out of me deep into my mother in law's womb.
"Oh yes, cum for me, cum IN Mommy!" Brandi ordered me, although it was already happening. My brain was blank, the only thing in my head was the intensity of the orgasm, the sheer joy of it, the pleasure, the kink, the taboo nature of it, and the physical perfection with which we fit together and performed our lusty dance. The fog of orgasm began to unclog my brain, and I stared down at my wife's mother face, my cock slowly shrinking after its seminal deposit. I smiled and leaned into her, softly kissing her, tenderly, lovingly, savoring every second, every moment, every touch.
"Kord, that was...that was amazing. Thank you."
"Mom, you were amazing. That was perfect." I whispered back between each loving kiss.
"You were perfect, you ARE perfect. You made me feel WHOLE again." Neither of us wanted the moment to end, the tiny world we had just created between us, that bubble where the only two people alive had joined into one had just burst, and the outside world would soon be reappearing. Which meant Mary, OH God MARY! I panicked. Holy shit, what did I do? I look over my shoulder at the hallway, half in fear, half in anticipation.
Brandi pulled my head back to face her directly and kissed me again. "Next time, we should probably close the door." Next time????Moving in with Mother-in-law Ch. 09
A man and his wife move in with his mother-in-law.
I laid on Brandi for another 5 minutes, my cock shrinking inside her but us holding it in as long as possible, staring at each other's sated faces between soft sensual kisses like the ones on the dance floor, enjoying the glow of the post-orgasmic bliss on our visages, not saying anything, just savoring the moment, until it finally came out, my juices flowing behind it. Just like that, the moment ended, and we both knew it. There will never be another "first time" for us, and now we had to progress our lives, and I needed to go find Mary and face the music.
"I better get to bed," I told Brandi as I rolled off her. "I wish I could stay longer."
"I need to clean up. We'll talk more tomorrow." She rolled off the bed the other direction, and we stood at the hallway, one door to the bathroom, one to where my wife was waiting, and we embraced once more, tongues intertwined in a lovers kiss, not with the urgency of the pre-sex foreplay, but with the happiness of a truly enjoyable experience bathed in pure love for each other.
"Good night, Mom." I said as we finally broke our kiss.
"Good night, Kord. Thank you again. You made me very happy."
"You're welcome, Mom. You were. Uh ARE an incredible woman. Good night." I stepped away from her and turned to go into my bedroom. What would I find in there? Mary had pushed this, but did she REALLY want it? I opened the door and walked into the darkened room, and closed the door behind me.
"Mary?"
Her voice, from the bed. "Hey honey. My Mom all taken care of?"
"Yes dear, she's all good now."
"Ok, Great. How's her sunburn?"
"Pretty much gone, I think. Mary, I..."
"Shhh. I need to go to sleep. Just hold me, OK?"
"Sure dear." I spooned up behind her, and wrapped my hand over her shoulder. She grabbed my hand and pulled me closer.
"Do you love me?" she asked quietly. "Like, insanely in love with me?"
"You know I am, honey. I do everything for you. That's why I need to tell..."
"Shhh. I love that you love me so much, that you will always be there for me. You will right? You will always be there for me?"
"Of course, honey. Why are you asking?"
"I just don't want anything to get between us, that's all."
SCREECH. Oh dear, did I misread this whole thing? She pushes, then she pulls, she shoves me in one direction, then yanks me in another. Why would she mention this right now? My face began to flush in fear and guilt.
"Mary, I have to tell you. Your mother and I. We..." She turned her head and stopped me with a kiss.
"You put lotion on her back. That was all. Thank you for doing that. No more talking. Now go to sleep."
Good Lord, woman! I felt like a marionette, with Mary and Brandi pulling my strings, making me dance to their own little personal dances, manipulating me to their own whims. Why was I allowing this to happen to me? When was I going to get control of my body and emotions back? It certainly wasn't going to happen on it's own, I needed to make it happen. I laid back, thinking, smelling my wife's hair, and the slight floral scent (lavender? No, jasmine!) from her shampoo still lingering. I just had sex with my mother-in-law, and am now spooning my wife. My mind contemplated this situation, this oddness, this craziness, and jumped from fear to lust to guilt to love for at least 30-45 minutes. I imagined I was holding Brandi, that I was feeling her body under my own again, that I was kissing her again, that I was making that incredible connection one more time.
As I pictured Brandi's face, I looked down at Mary and the resemblance was so similar. They really did look very much alike. The two visions merged into one, and I noticed my member was rising up and the press of Mary's ass against my body suddenly became very noticeable, as I felt each cheek against my lower abdomen.
"What's that?" Mary whispered.
"You make me so hot, Mom," I whisper back, not quite sure if I am role playing or if I am fantasizing or I am stating the truth, and not really caring which it is.
"Oooh!" Mary cooed, and pushed her ass back at me. "You're bad! Mary might hear us!"
"I don't care, I want her to hear us. I want her to know how much I want you, Mom." I am playing back all of Mary's past talk, and am basically just repeating it back to her. Although, I am not quite sure I am role playing anymore.
Mary groaned and lifted her ass a bit to allow my cock to slide between her cheeks. I started kissing her neck, and nibbling on her earlobes as I whispered to her, "I want to fuck you, Brandi. I want to take you right now, you are so sexy." I know, I am terrible at this stuff, but I have my eyes closed, and I was thinking about 45 minutes ago, and how I do think Brandi is sexy. Maybe it's believable, because it's true.
"Take me, take me now! Fuck your wife's mom!" Mary took over control of the conversation again, as she opens her legs a bit to allow me to enter her already wet pussy. I slid right in, and we started going at it, as I slowly pushed into her until I was as far in as I can go with her cheeks in the way, and then began slow humping, just enough movement for the friction, but not enough to lose contact with her body or have my penis come out during a backstroke.
The role play talk continued as we slowly made love, and I pictured Brandi under me, begging for my cum, and I realized at that moment that my cock still had Brandi's pussy juices on it when I entered Mary. In a way, I was actually fucking them both at the same time. My brain went off, and I rolled Mary over and had her get up on her hands and knees. I began to hammer her from behind, "Oh Mom, I love your tight pussy, I want to cum inside you!"
"Yes, cum in me! Cum inside your sexy mother in law!" Mary began to encourage me and pushed back with each stroke. Even though I had cum just about 1 hour ago (hey, I'm older now, I work with what I have!) it took no time before I spewed my semen deep inside my wife's pussy, as she milked out every drop before we collapsed on the bed.
Mary grabbed my face and sent her tongue searching my mouth for the Lost Cities of Gold. If I still had tonsils, she could have removed them with ease. I reached down and rubbed her clit until she came, thinking about my juices mixed with both Brandi's and Mary's all in one lovely spot. I kissed her on one cheek, saying "I love you Mary," and then turned her face the other direction, and kissed the other cheek, "I love you Brandi." Mary smiled at me, gave me a peck, "And we love you, Kord." I slept like a baby that night, nothing could have woken me up.
Work the next day was good. My mind was focused as my body was sated. Not that my mind did not wander and think of sex with Brandi and sex with Mary and sex with both, but that's pretty much every day for every guy with every woman whom he comes across. I called Mary around lunch, check on her schedule, nothing special going on, see you at home kind of call. As soon as I hung up, a thought popped into my head, and I dialed Brandi.
"Hey Mom! Just checking on you. I'm going to be done early on on-time today, you need me to grab anything from the store on the way home?"
"OMG, that's so sweet! I've never had a husband who ever asked me that before! It was always me asking them and them grumbling about it!"
"Ha, well, I'm a keeper, you know."
"Yes you are! Careful or I'll get my talons into you!"
I laughed, "You already did! OK, well, let me know if you need anything. I'll be heading home around 4."
"OK, will do, thanks, Kord."
"Sure thing, I love you!"
I heard her take in her breath a bit, "Uh, Love you, too," she whispered before hanging up.
Brandi called me around 3:30, and asked me to stop at the supermarket and grab some romaine and tomatoes for salad, as the ones she had were brown and mushy. I stopped by on the way home, and pulled in right behind Mary.
"Hey babe! Good timing!" I joked. She smiled and greeted me with a kiss. She glanced at the grocery bag. "Mom has you running her errands now?"
"No, I volunteered." Mary looks at me. Then grins and gives me another hug. "You're the best!"
"I know." She smirked and punched my arm lightly. "Brat!"
"You know it!" I squeezed her ass as we walked in the garage door.
"Mom, we're home!" I yelled out as we entered her house.
Brandi came bounding out of her bedroom. She was wearing nice clothes, not "going out" clothes, but dressed nice. She had on a bit of makeup, again not overly so. She looked more "presentable" than someone who was home all day. She hugged Mary and then came to me and gave me a peck on the cheek and looked right in my eyes. "Welcome home!" she whispered.
She smelled really nice, sort of a fresh scent, not overly flowery, just clean, so I told her, "You smell really nice, Mom."
She beamed at me. "Thank you for noticing!" She walked away with a little bit of a spring in her step.
We ate a nice dinner, a sautéed chicken dish with lemon, a rice pilaf side dish, and a nice salad to top it off. We split a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc from the Marlborough area of New Zealand, nothing else is worth it. Just the right amount of food and drink - not enough to make you overly full, but enough to satisfy for the evening. Instead of TV, Mary suggested we do a puzzle, so we pulled out a 500 piece one, and spent the evening chatting and working the puzzle, a nice quiet change of pace. I liked watching the girls lean over the table, their breasts hanging a bit, their décolletage ever present.
We finished the puzzle by 830, and Mary said she wanted to go and take a nice long soaking bath before bed, as she had the time. I plopped over to the sofa and turned on the baseball game as it was too early to go to bed, and too late to start anything else. Mary went into the bathroom and started the bath water. Brandi went into her bedroom and was changing into night clothes, I assume.
I heard the bath water stop filling, and Brandi came out into the living room where I was sitting, wearing the kimono I had brought her for her sunburn. Damn, she filled that thing out nicely. She came over to where I was sitting, and stood in front of me. "I just wanted to thank you for calling and offering to go to the store for me. Those little things to show you care really matter."
"Sure Mom, no worries. I was happy to do it."
"I know you were, and so I want to make you even more happy," she said in a lower sultry tone, as she undid the belt on her kimono, and opened it up to show she was only wearing the kimono. I stared at her thick but shapely trimmed gold and silver bush and then up protruding belly to her luscious orbs, her nipples appearing to be ready to cut glass. She dropped the kimono to the floor and climbed up on my lap, straddling me, as she bent over me to kiss me.
My arms instinctively went around her nakedness, and I craned my neck up to kiss her. Our tongues and mouths converged as my hands roamed her back, her ass, her hips. Her hands were all around my head, my ears, my face, my hair. I felt one hand slide down my chest over my stomach as it approached my by now raging hard on. I grunted when her hand clasped onto my hard cock and begin rubbing it through my shorts.
"Oh Mom," I moaned from her touch, and I spread her ass cheeks apart and curled my fingers under her to reach her wetness. She was soaked already. Her body jolted when I touched her there, and I knew she was already ready for penetration. I took control and pushed my cock up from the sofa against her hand, between breaths ordered her to "Take off my pants." She began to pull my shorts down with one hand, and I used my opposite hand to assist, lifting my ass off the sofa so that I could slide them off, revealing my hard cock. Brandi pumped it a few times, and then straightened up on her knees, her breasts in my face, as she repositioned herself. I grabbed her breasts and buried my face between those big orbs, lifting them up to my waiting mouth.
Brandi guided my member into her waiting pussy and slowly lowered herself onto my pole, my cock slowly being enveloped by her warm wet folds. She put her hands on my shoulders and began to move slowly up and down, moving up so that my cockhead was barely inside her and then slowly down again until her pubis was pressed against mine. This slow fucking felt amazing as I gorged myself on her breasts, going back and forth from nipple to nipple, savoring each, licking, sucking, light biting, and twisting the other between my fingers.
"Mmmm,' Brandi cooed. "It feels so good to have a nice hard man inside me again," as she continued to ride me up and down with the long slow strokes. I just hummed my approval on her nipples as I agreed with her. My god her pussy was so smooth and her wetness was more of a thick lotiony feel over Mary's slicker wetness, a slightly thinner feel to her. It made slow fucking feel so much better. I could hear Brandi's breath come a bit shallower and more often as her arousal increased, but her pace never changed. Slow up, slow down, hard press, repeat. Good lord, it was hypnotizing. We slowly fucked for what seemed like hours, but was maybe 10 minutes when Brandi cried out, "Oh god that's that spot!" when she got to the bottom. She then started seesawing her clit against the hairs at the bottom of my shaft, calling out "Oh! Oh! Oh!" with every back and forth motion, which turned into a machine gun speed, "ohohohohohohohohohohoh!" before she slammed her pussy back as hard as she could. I thought she might snap my dick in half, but it held up nicely as her juices gushed out soaking my crotch and the sofa with her thick cream. It was too much, and I threw my head back and pushed up back into her and jetted spurt after spurt of my cum as far inside her as I could.
Brandi just laid her head on my shoulder, slumped over me as I finished my own orgasm, and I held her tight to me, skin to skin as we both came down from our climactic highs. We stayed in that position for a good minute, neither of us moving, just catching our breath before she straightened up enough to get her face in front of mine.
We kissed softly, both our faces flushed and with that stupid "I just came" grin on our faces.
"I can't believe we came at the same time," she whispered. "I've never had that happen before."
"Never? It's quite the feeling, isn't it?" I quietly told her.
She just nodded and kissed me again, softly, almost chastely. "I'm 64 years old and just had the best sex of my life. Twice."
My post orgasm guilt began to crop up. Why does it always come up AFTER? "Mom, we..."
She kissed me. "shhh. Just let me enjoy the moment. We can talk later, ok?"
SIGH. "OK." Once again, I fell back into my old self, just letting things happen to me, instead of directing them. I held her tight, just hugging, until my cock softened and fell out, my semen following behind it. Luckily, most of it landed on my cock, and not the sofa. Brandi got off me, and realized that since Mary was in the bath, she couldn't clean herself. She grabbed my shorts from the floor, and wiped herself clean with them.
"Sorry, I'll do laundry tomorrow, I promise." I used the shorts to wipe my own self clean, and then put the shorts back on, our mixed cum coating my thighs and hips. Brandi picked up her kimono and went into her room, coming back out with PJs on, right before Mary came out of the bathroom.
Mary sat down next to me. I wondered if she could smell the sex in the air still, or the cum on my shorts. She looks at the TV. The Post game show was on. "Who won?"
Won? OH! The game. "Uh, we did. Honey, we won." Brandi made a guffaw sound and mumbled out "We sure did."
"Oh good." Mary said. "Well, I am relaxed now and ready for bed. I am going to sleep well tonight." She looked at me down her nose and pointed in a school marm fashion. "No funny business tonight, you hear me, mister?" she scolded in jest.
"Yes dear."
I went to bed a few minutes after Mary did, and Brandi gave me a hug and kiss in the hallway. "You're amazing." She whispered and went to bed. I watched her ass wiggle in her PJs before heading into bed with my wife, where I fell asleep within seconds.Moving in with Mother-in-law Ch. 10
A man and his wife move in with his mother-in-law.
The next morning, I was out of the shower and Mary was just getting out of bed to get dressed when Brandi knocked on our door. "Hey I am doing laundry today, anything for me to wash?" Mary pointed to our laundry basket, which was 3/4ths full. "Looks like about a full load, Mom."
Brandi winked at me, "Maybe a bit more than a full load." I grabbed my shorts from last night and added them to the basket.
"Would you be a dear and carry these downstairs for me?" Brandi asked. "Sure, Mom, no worries."
I dutifully dropped off the laundry and Brandi met me halfway on the stairs on my way back up. "Thanks, dear." She said, and went in for a quick peck. She had other ideas, however, and she grabbed my face and rammed her tongue into my mouth. I opened immediately and we made out for a good 2 minutes on the stairs. I finally came up for air, and said lamely, "I got to go to work." I brushed past her, my erection quite visible in my work pants, and I ran from the house, "OK, bye Mary!" My brain was on love and lust all day, and whenever the "should I be doing this...?" thought came into my head, I banished it with prejudice by introducing thoughts of Brandi's wide ass, her soft, slightly saggy breasts, the warm envelope of her velvety pussy. I was starting to let my lust overcome me, and I needed to step back. Fresh sex is always so exhilarating, not like the safety of the ongoing relationship, where after years of sex, there is little to make it exciting still. Was I simply caught in lust, or is this what I wanted?
I powered through the day and hurried home early, arriving around an hour before Mary and I usually get home, and I must confess that I felt a slight tinge of disappointment to see Mary's car in the driveway. My mind had imagined alone time for Brandi and I before dinner, but that wasn't going to happen. What am I thinking? Why am I doing this? I have to talk to Mary about all this, and I need to do it on my terms and not just accept hers.
At dinner I hinted around to Mary if her mom had talked to her about anything lately, and after learning they had not spoken, I then hinted we should speak after dinner. I caught Brandi giving me a bit of a look, as if disappointed. Not sure about the conversation, about me, about Mary? We finished up, and we started clearing plates, Mary said "I'll put everything thing away, you two would just get in the way. Mom, you said the washer was out of balance or something earlier?"
Brandi responded, "Yes, Kord, would you help me? I can never get that little thing to turn to level it."
"Sure, Mom," I said, glad to be out of the room with the two women.
"Here, I'll show you," she grabbed my hand and led me down the stairs to the basement. I followed her over to the corner where the washer and dryer were, and she went over to the washer and held it with both hands, like a pinball machine. She was bent over and her ass protruded out a bit towards me. One heck of a sight, her shorts spreading out so wide as she bent over and shook the machine. ROCK, ROCK. The machine was definitely quite out of balance.
"See it's all out of balance."
I got down on the ground, on my back, looking up at her, her tits hanging down towards me.
"Ok, Mom, set it level so I can fiddle with these things."
"You can fiddle with my things whenever you want!" she joked, and she swayed her hips a bit, making her breasts also sway back and forth. I was mesmerized. "OK, it's level."
I started turning the little leg screw extenders until the front was level and no longer rocking back and forth.
"OK, Mom, now push it back and forth from front to back." I intercepted her possible sexual innuendo response to my comment by adding, "The washing machine, I mean!" I looked up at her and smiled, and she winked back at me. Damn.
Brandi pushed the washer, and it moved a little to the back right corner. Dammit.
I sat up, "OK, well, I am going to have to pull it out for this." Before I even realized, she laughed and said, "Please don't!"
"Are you sure?" I asked, then realized what I said. "Oh, haha!"
I stood up and finagled the washer out of its area, and then reached back and under and twisted the back right extender down about half an inch.
"OK, wiggle it," I told Brandi. Nothing happened. I turned to look at her, and she was wiggling her butt back and forth.
"The washer, Mom!" I admonished her, but I was definitely intrigued by her body right now, and was starting to become aroused. All day I had been thinking about sex, and now Brandi is practically offering it.
She obliged and pushed the washer front to back, and no rocking. "Nice!"
I pushed the washer back into place and rechecked it. "Looks good to go," I told her, turning to face her. Damn, she looked good at that moment, and she went over to the washer, and got into the position she originally started at, hands on washer, ass bent over. She wiggled the machine and said, "Perfect job!" and then wiggled her ass, too. She was definitely teasing and probably offering, and again, I needed to make a decision on where to go. Looking at her wide ass, I knew what I wanted, so I took it.
"Hmmm, that might need some adjustment as well," I told her, as I approached her from behind, and pressed my now hard cock against her butt and wrapped my arms around her belly. She moaned as she pushed her ass back into my hardness, and arched her back so that we could kiss in this awkward position. My hands immediately went up to her breasts as we stood front to back, kissing each other. Her hands came around behind her and she started pulling down on the side of my pants, not doing anything but indicating that she wanted them off. I obliged by dropping them to the floor, and then I reached around and dipped my hand down the front of her shorts, past her soft belly and through her hairy bush to the wet softness down below. She was soaking wet already, and the squishing of my fingers was quite audible as I parted her folds and inserted a finger into her.
"Oh god, yes!" she groaned as my finger slipped inside her. Her tongue went deeper and she pressed against me harder. "Take me!" she gasped as she broke our kiss, and she bent over fully, her ass now pressed into my manhood fully.
I pulled my hand out of her panties, and undid her shorts, pulling them over her hips, and I dropped down behind her to pull them to the floor. She stepped out of them and spread her legs open as she bent over, her glistening pussy hanging down between her legs, her lips already parted and waiting for my hungry cock. It took all my effort not to shove my face into her beautiful backside, but I was so horny I just wanted inside her. I lined up my cock to her and pushed forward, my cockhead sliding right inside her. I continued to press forward while Brandi pushed back, until my cock was stopped by her cervix.
"Oh God, I feel so FULL!" Brandi moaned. "Your cock is so big!"
Every man loves hearing that and I was no exception.
"I love your tight pussy," I told her. "It feels so good on my cock." My dirty talk game has always been lame. I began slowly sliding my cock in and out of her pussy, staring as my hard wet shaft disappeared and reappeared in her, watching her round ass jiggle a bit as I entered her again and again. I could have fucked her like this all day, slow and steady, but my horniess took over and I sped up the pace.
SLAP SLAP SLAP my belly and pelvis pounded into her bouncing ass as we got into a rhythm, and the sound became SLAP slap SLAP slap SLAP slap asmye body and her ass would make a loud SLAP and my balls would hit her clit with a softer slap. I began to hammer into her with wild abandon as she grunted and groaned. I felt fingers as my balls slammed into her slit, she was rubbing herself off as I fucked her, and I don't know why, but when a woman frigs herself as I fuck her, I get extremely aroused, knowing that she is as desperate as I am in getting to that orgasm.
"Oh Kord, fuck me fuck me fuck me!" she grunted, and then her volume increased as my pace did, "Oh yes right there right there oh GOD FUCK ME FUCK ME I'M CUMMING!!!!!! Her hand was like a whir under my slapping balls, and I felt her pussy gush wetness and with that I manage a "I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum Oh I'm cumming!" right back to her as I thrust my cock as far into her as I could and my balls began to empty it's sweet load deep inside her pussy. Spasm after spasm I called out, "OH! OH! OH! OH!" as each spurt jetted up my mother in law's tight cunt.
"YES! Brandi cried, "Give me your hot cum!" I finished my orgasm, and both Brandi and I relaxed our bodies as her pussy slowed it's twitching. I didn't want to remove myself from her, it felt so good in her tight pussy, but when she clenched her pussy walls a little to squeeze my cock, it pushed right out with a plop sound. We both giggled, and I stepped back, and Brandi turned around to face me. I bent over and kissed her deeply as we held each other tightly. "We came together again," she whispered, lip to lip. "That's so hot."
"Mmmmm, yes," I mumbled, again displaying my awesome sex talking skills. My brain fog cleared up slowly, and I whispered, "I love you, Brandi, Mom."
"I love you, too!" she whispered back. "You make me feel so complete." She patted my naked ass, and then pulled away. "Now go upstairs while I compose myself." I gave her one more kiss, and pulled up my pants, my cock still covered in our combined orgasmic juices, and headed up the basement stairs. Mary is sitting in the living room on the sofa.
"Hey, did you get my mom all worked out?" she asked me.
"What?" I asked, sheepishly, with a side of guilt.
"The washing machine? You were going to straighten it out, get it so it won't make all that racket?"
"Oh yeah, OK. Yes, Washing machine is all straightened out."
"Sounded like it was quite the struggle," Mary said looking at me slyly.
"Mary, look, I have to..."
"You fixed the washing machine, right?"
"Yes, but..." she cut me off again.
"Then we are good. Thank you for doing that for my mom! I think she likes having a man here to handle her needs. Better than a handyman, and she won't get taken advantage of."
"Sure, honey. Anytime."
"I bet!" she cooed, and then turned her attention to the TV. "What do you want to watch tonight?"
Brandi came upstairs about 10 minutes after me. She still had a glow in her face, that "I got some" glow, and she sat down for a bit, maybe 20 minutes as the current show involving Chicago FBI or whatever ended. She stood up and said, "I think I am going to take a nice long hot bath and then go to bed early tonight. You kids have fun. Good night."
"Good night, Mom!" we both said, almost in unison, and then laughed, "JINX!" Mary laughed.
Brandi left the room and went to the bathroom, and Mary and I cuddled for a show, just enjoying being together. I imagined Brandi getting naked in the bath, and my mind turned to me plowing her from behind. I started to feel aroused again, and then I started to feel a bit guilty again. But I shouldn't feel guilty, Mary has pushed this, and I chose this path, so I will need to reap the consequences of my choices. I need to get this conversation out of the way. I know Mary has been pushing this thought process, and seemed to be OK with everything, but I didn't like the behind the back parts.
"Mary, look, your mom and I..."
"Shhhh. You just helped her with the washer. That was sweet."
She reached over and gave me a squeeze. "Oooh, are we a little excited?" as she felt my semi-hard cock.
"Maybe. Mary, your mom and I have been having se..."
"I want you, right now." She interrupted by purring into my ear as she rubbed me through my pants, making me quite excited. She unzipped my pants right there in the living room, and she pulled out my cock. God her hand felt so good, and the thought of her hand grabbing my unwashed cock, with her mom's pussy all over it was extra exciting. I lifted my ass and pulled my pants all the way off, sitting on the sofa naked from the waist down. If she won't talk about it, she can find out this way.
"Eager beaver, are we?" Mary asked while smiling. "Good boy!" Mary dropped her head and proceeded to put my cock in her mouth, tasting her mom and I's love juices. She slurped on it a few times, then came up. Was she going to say something about the pussy taste?
"Your cock tastes delicious! I love it like this!" she lifted her head up and kissed me deeply, her tongue and mine rolling around together. "I need more of that taste!" and dropped her head down on me again, up and down slurping and sucking. She pulled off and started stroking it as she sucked on my balls, and then she put her nose right into my pubes and took a huge SNIFF. "It SMELLS good, too!"
She rubbed her face in my pubic hair and then hopped back up to continue giving me head as she also stroked the shaft below at the base. The thought of my wife sucking off her mom's leftover cum from my cock was too much, and I came in record time. I didn't even warn Mary, I just started cumming in her mouth.
"Mmmmf!" she almost choked when the first spurt shot into her mouth, but she recovered quickly and started swallowing and milking my cock, working her hand up and down, pushing the sperm out of me into her waiting and willing mouth. I held her head there on my cock as I closed my eyes and thought about cumming in Brandi and Mary licking off the excess juices. My fantasies began to intertwine between the two ladies of my life. The fact they were looking and dressing the same was not helping.
Mary came up for air finally, and kissed me. I could taste my cum in her mouth, and I rolled my tongue over her teeth, around her gums, tasting every remnant of my deposit that I could find. There is just something sexy to me about kissing the mouth that has just been on a cock that I cannot explain. Everyone has their own special kinks, I guess that one is mine.
"God I love you, woman!" I told her.
Mary smiled a happy smile. "I know you do. I'm the best!"
"You ARE the best!" I agreed with her. "My turn. Drop those pants."
"Thought you'd never ask!" Mary was quick to jump up and she pulled off her pants before plopping herself back down on the sofa. Her legs were spread wide open, and she was already dripping wet. I practically dove in and started molesting her pussy with my tongue. God, she tasted so good, and within minutes, she was having her first orgasm. Normally, this is where she would pull me up and have me fuck her, but after two loads in the past hour, my penis was having none of it. Mary pulled her legs back, exposing her ass to me, and I started to tongue her there. I noticed she was now rubbing her clit as I tongue fucked her cute little asshole.
"Yes, lick that ass! Tongue me. All the way!" She started humping my tongue as it slid partly into her little bud. She then grabbed my head and shoved it into her so that my nose was buried in her sopping wet pussy as she face fucked me, "I am going to cum on your face. You want it don't you?" she growled.
I just nodded as she continued to fuck me, "Mmmmhmmm" was all I hummed out, as my mouth was busy on her ass and she rode my face to the point of smothering me. I love it when she loses control and just gives in to the sheer physical pleasure and sexual lust. "Oh I am going to CUM! OH FUCK FUCK FUCK YES YES YES MAKE ME CUM! OH GOD I AM CUMMING!!!!!" Mary screamed out this last part. The neighbors down the street could have heard her, so there was no hiding from Brandi what we were doing. I slurped and licked and tried to get every ounce of her cum juices out of her pussy as they dripped down towards her asshole, but my face was still covered.
Mary finally pushed my head away as she was too tender now that she had orgasmed for a second time. I kissed around her mons and inner thighs, trying to stay away from her lips and clit, as they were buzzing with intensity and way too sensitive at this point. I sat back on my haunches and stared at her still engorged pussy lips, still wet, and her untrimmed bush covered in sex juices, the moisture glistening in the light, before looking up to her smiling face.
"You are just too good to me," she said quietly. "You really take care of everything for me."
"Well, I love you, so..."
"Well, I love you too, dummy! I just mean that you fulfill everything I want you to. I want you to keep doing what you are doing." Her tone had taken on a bit of seriousness.
"Like keep licking?" I asked, being the dumb idiot I am.
"No, silly. I want you to keep up the good work, helping my mom around the house, like with the laundry and the lotion. Don't stop what you are doing, I want you to keep doing it. For me. Will you? Keep helping?"
"Uh, sure, Mary. Anything for you." Does she know? Is she saying keep having sex with her mom? Or does she mean what she said, helping around the house, making her mom's life easier? Why won't she just come out and say it? Why do I have to keep playing this middle game of maybe she did, maybe she didn't? Although, I had been enjoying the double sex these past few days. My mind wandered a bit, and I decided that I wanted this to continue. If Mary and Brandi didn't want to acknowledge it, I was going to have to bring this out in the open, one way or another.
"Good boy. Now get up here and kiss me." I obliged her and enjoyed our smooches and cuddles until we went to bed, staying out in the living room bottomless just being with each other. Neither of us heard Brandi get out of the bath and into her bedroom.Moving in with Mother-in-law Ch. 11
A man and his wife move in with his mother-in-law.
The next day went by similar to the day before, I zombied through work, thinking about sex and more sex and turning over Mary's comments over and over in my head and trying to decipher her code to no avail. Every time I tried to talk to her to clarify, she changed the subject or denied the conversation from even taking place. They both seemed to be playing a game where I was simply a pawn, and had no say in when or where I was placed. At this point, I was just along for the ride, allowing my dick to lead me around, and that was unacceptable to me. I had to start taking control, and provide myself with enough self-confidence to do what I wanted and bend them to my will, so to speak, rather than simply bending to theirs.
After dinner, Mary and I sat in the living room, Brandi was putzing around in the kitchen, and to be honest, I was tired and falling asleep just sitting there. The double sex the past few days had actually worn me out, but I was not complaining, just a bit confused, or at least overwhelmed. I was just zoned out, staring at the TV, not really watching, but not really thinking either.
"Mary?" Brandi called from her bedroom.
"Yeah, Mom?" Mary replied.
"Can I borrow Kord for a few minutes?"
"Uh, sure!" Mary called back to her mom. She nudged me.
"What?" I said to her.
"Mom said she needed your help. Didn't you just hear that? We literally just had a conversation!"
"What?"
"OMG, seriously? You can't have been that interested in watching , whatever even is this?"
"Uh, Bachelor maybe, I don't know."
"Ugh, you are the worst!" she laughed at me. To her mom, she called out, "he's on his way, Mom!"
I reluctantly got up and stretched, whatever it was, Brandi was probably needing me to reach something from the top shelf of her closet or to move something heavy. Such is the role of a lone man in a house of women. Be tall and have a muscle or two and you'll be fine.
I wandered into her bedroom and asked "What can I do for you, Mom?" before I glanced around. Brandi was sitting on the edge of her bed, wearing just her kimono, which was undone and slightly open.
"Come here, dear."
Sure. I walked over to where she was sitting, and she stood up and grabbed my head and pulled me in for a kiss. I reciprocated and we stood for a good minute exploring each other's tongues. So much for being in control. After a bit, I pulled away.
"Brandi, Mom, I..." I started. She put a finger over my lips to shush me.
"Please, Kord, don't say a word. Just go with this."
"I can't." I stepped back. "Look, this is weird. I crossed a line, and regardless of what you two want, I need to want it, too. And I am not sure I am there yet."
Brandi looked stricken, as if slapped in the face. Tears began to well up. Fuck. Women always pull this when they start losing the game. Why? Because it fucking works.
"Mom, we...uh, Mary is..." I stammered out, and stepped back in to hug her.
She put her head against my chest and started quietly sobbing as I held her.
I slowly stroked her back as I held her. Damn she felt good pressed against me. No! Stop it! Down boy! Keep control!
"I adore you, Mom, and I want to be with you, I do. It's just that this is a huge step, because you are NOT a throwaway. I love you so much, and I love Mary so much, I have to be sure. This isn't a fling, this is forever, and that's why I need to slow down."
As I said, "this is forever" Brandi's head turned up. I could see her eyes were red-rimmed.
"Forever?" she whispered as she stared at my face.
"Yes, Mom, forever." Her eyes shone brightly at this. Not from welling of tears, though, but from love.
"Will you kiss me, please?" she asked, barely audible.
I lifted her chin up to face me, and I stared directly into her eyes as I slowly brought my face down to hers, never breaking eye contact, and whispered "forever" right before our lips pressed together, softly, slowly, our mouths opened and my tongue slowly moved inside her mouth, swirling slowly as we just stood in that embrace, making love to each other's mouths. This was so intense, so full of pure love, my heart was out of my chest and it became very difficult to breathe. I could hear each heartbeat in my ears as the blood flowed throughout my body. ALL of my body, as my erection belied my misgivings and was simply raring to go. Brandi shifted and my now hard prick poked her in the belly. We both smiled and laughed a bit, breaking the kiss for a second.
"Take it slow you say?" Brandi joked, as she slid her hand around to my front, cupping my balls and my hard member. I stared down at her twinkling eyes, and I could not resist - I DID want this, I am choosing this, I am not being manipulated. I smiled back and nodded, replying, "I'm all yours, Brandi."
Brandi responded by sitting down back on the edge of the bed, me standing in front of her, and dropped my shorts to my ankles and leaned in to take my hardened cock into her mouth. WOW! Her mouth was so much softer than Mary's in terms of the way she took me into her mouth. Mary would take it aggressive, like she owned it, and wanted it so badly. Brandi's mouth was so sensual, like she was caressing my cockhead, teasing it with her light touch. Her tongue lightly flicked and licked and instead of bobbing up and down my shaft, simulating intercourse, she simply held her mouth around the head, and French kissed my cock without ever moving her head. It tickled at first, but as she continued, the sensitivity went down and I was able to truly enjoy the sensation of her mouth and tongue all over the tip of my engorged cock. It was so slow, so soft, that I was surprised at how intense it was becoming.
Brandi pulled her mouth off my cock. "You were saying something?" She went back down and sucked on the head a bit more, before pulling back once again. "You want me to stop?" I stared down at my cock and my mother in law's face as she stared up at me, her hand on my cock, her mouth ready to engulf it, and I just stayed silent, mostly because my brain was broken as it tried to process the pleasure and newness of the feeling.
Brandi smiled in triumph. "I'll take that as a 'No'," she whispered before sliding her mouth along the side of my shaft, humming as she played it like a harmonica.
"Oh,Mom!" I grunted as she cupped my balls with one hand and continued her soft teasing of my manhood. "That feels so good!" She continued on for another minute or so, and then sat up and put my dick between her breasts as she lifted them up bounced them around my shaft. I stared down at her, and she stared up at me, our eyes locking as I tried to focus on cock and tits, but I was locked into her eyes. I started slowly pumping my cock between her breasts as we continued our stare down and neither of us broke the eye contact, the connection between us was so intense and strong. I forgot about my cock for once and simply fell into her eyes, as if I was hypnotized, staring transfixed into her soul, and sending my own soul to her through that connection. The intensity increased and increased as we continued to become lost in each other, in our nakedness, in our lust, and in our love.
Brandi slowly laid back onto the bed, and I followed her, our eyes staying locked as we awkwardly got into position, me over her, and my face approached hers inch by inch, until we were breathing into each other's mouths, not kissing just breathing. My cock was twitching with anticipation, and I knew that Brandi's leg were spread below me. My lower head's mind was pressing forth with its lust, wanting to enter her right away but I held back somehow, with my cock now pointed directly at her opening just mere inches away. I felt Brandi's hands slide up my back to my shoulders, and her eyes fluttered a few times as she pulled her mouth to mine, our tongues swirling for a few seconds, breaking our gaze for the first time since we had locked eyes. She leaned her head back and looked directly up at me and mouthed one word, "Please," before I felt her hips pivot upwards and her hands pushed my body down hers. I kissed her again, and then started my way down her body, stopping at her breasts. I cupped them with both hands, pressing them together in front of me, like a human brassiere, and tasted each nipple in turn. I alternated sucking or licking for a minute or so on the left, then switched to the right. The only thing harder in the room than her nipples was my engorged member. "Suck them, baby" she ordered me, between her moans. I continued my assault on her breasts, reveling in the contrast between the softness of her flesh and the hardness of her nipples. I wanted more and I began to kiss my down slowly, touching every inch of her belly, loving its roundness and how it was so pliable and soft, all the way down until her pubic patch was at my face level. I could smell her arousal, and her aroma was much muskier than Mary, but in a nice way, a very heavy scent, but a sweet scent, nonetheless. I tongued my way around her pubic hair enjoying the feel of that puffy mound and the extra scent the hair provided. Brandi was squirming under me, twisting her pelvis even more and pulling her legs up to try and force my mouth onto her pussy. I finally obliged her, and slowly licked up her pussy from the bottom to her clit.
"OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!" Brandi yelled out. I winced for a second, thinking she would alert Mary, but I rationalize, isn't this what Mary said she wanted? I shook my head clear. No more worrying about what Mary wanted. This is MY want, MY lust, MY life. MY decision. I am going to make the most of this, and I was not going to simply obey and submit my will to theirs. I don't want to dominate them, but I will not continue being dominated myself. I pressed my face into her and inhaled her scent, savoring it until Brandi shoved her pussy into my face and started riding me. I tongue fucked her for a bit as she became a bit more excited, and then I took my mouth up to her clit and started tonguing her with wild abandon.
"Oh Kord, God yes, make me cum make me CUUUUUMMM!! she wailed out, as she squirmed against my face. I felt her entire body began to quiver as she approached ecstasy and then, like an earthquake, she trembled at an increasingly stronger wave before she screamed "GOD YES, I AM CUMMMMING!!! OH FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSS!" My entire mouth and chin suddenly was covered in her juices and she bucked and jolted her pussy into and then away from my sucking mouth. It took everything I had to keep my mouth on her clitoris as she moaned and rode me through her orgasm. After she crested and her motions began to slow, I pulled away from her clit and allowed her to ride the wave back down again to normalcy, while I lightly licked her lips and simply kissed around her outer labia, and laid my head on top of her sweet hairy mound, breathing in her scent as she came down from her high.
"Oh God, that was INCREDIBLE!" Brandi breathed out words finally. "You are incredible!"
I turned my head to look up at her. Her face looked angelic in a post orgasmic shine. I smiled and kissed her mound one last time, and then lifted her left leg over my head to put her on her side.
"What are you..." she started to ask.
"Shhhh, just relax, Brandi. Trust me." I kept pushing her left leg over and bent her knee up until her ass crack was face level to me. I lifted up her left ass cheek, and exposed her cute little butthole to me.
"Are you going to lick....oh god, OH GOD!" she cried as my tongue flicked over the rim of her sphincter, the first time anyone had ever tongued her there. I flicked back and forth a few more times, enjoying the feeling of her tight ridges on my tongue, and then I started licking it fully. Between flicks, I tightened my tongue and poked it at her butt, like I was trying to fuck her there, followed by a nice flat lick that touched all areas of her tight hole.
Brandi gasped at each different feeling, "Oh my god, it feels so, oh fuck, don't stop, oh god!" as I circled her rim, tongued her directly, pressing into her ass, flat licked, and flicked. Each time I would try and fuck her ass with my tongue, I was able to get deeper and deeper into her as her hole loosened until I was able to get my tongue at least an inch inside her ass with each thrust. I alternated between tongue fucking her and making out with her butt, French kissing her hole and crack, only stopping once my tongue began to get sore. It may have been 5 minutes or 30, I don't know for sure, as I was in heaven, and Brandi seemed to be enjoying every exquisite moment of being rimmed and tongue fucked by me. As I pulled away, she moved her leg back, so that I was now over her again, and she pulled me in.
"God that is so sexy. I see why Mary loves that. So naughty, yet it feels so good. Mommy likes."
I climbed up on her and she kissed me deeply, tasting her own love juices from her pussy and ass, both were on my face and lips. She broke the kiss, and we locked eyes. I could see the want in her eyes, the desire for everything from me, to fully give herself to me.
I kept up the stare, and pressed my pelvis forward. I wanted this to be perfect, and I judged my position correctly, my cock coming forward directly at her vaginal opening, sliding into her wet walls on the first try. Our bodies were pressed together, and I slowly fucked her by only sliding my hips back and forth, sawing into her without ever losing full body contact nor allowing our eyes to wander. Just like our first time together, our bodies and minds melded as we instinctively worked our bodies together, anticipating when to speed up, when to slow down, when to push deep and when to just slide in and out. My pace never exceeded a long slow fuck, and we became lost in our own world staring at each other and just being one joined body, still breathing into each other's mouths, still staring when I finally and simply erupted inside her, spurt after spurt of cum spraying deep inside her. She watched me cum, eye to eye, and I simply whispered, "I love you, Mom. Everything about you, I love."
"I love you, dear boy. You fulfill me like none before, like we were made for each other." I could see that she was not lying, as her eyes scanned my face as I came down from orgasm.
"That was...." I struggle for the right word, "...perfection. You are perfection." Brandi smiles a huge grin. "It was, wasn't it?"
I smiled back, and broke the tension and connection as we laughed in our state of bliss. I have never felt this fulfilled and satisfied in my life, so connected to someone in everything, not just sex. I kissed her a few more times, softly, and then rolled off. "I better get back to Mary."
"I think she went to bed, actually," Brandi said. I look behind me, out the open door to the hallway. The lights are off in the kitchen and living room, and our bedroom door is closed.
"What time is it?" I asked, a bit of panic in my voice.
"11:30"
11:30?!?!?!? I came in here around 7:30! We had been having sex for 4 hours? And the door was open and lights were on. Mary would have had to seen us! But she didn't say anything? So maybe I DID read all this correctly? Time to go make this work out. I give Brandi a kiss, and head into my bedroom, closing the door quietly behind me.
"Mary?" I whisper.
"Oh hey, you!" she said quietly, half asleep. "You finish taking care of my mom?"
"Uh, what? Yeah, I mean, look Mary..."
"She needed help, and you helped, right?"
"Yeah, I did, but Mary."
"That's nice dear, glad you are able to help her around the house. Good night." She turned her head and either feigned sleep or zonked out, I was not sure.
"No, not 'Good night', dear. I don't want to pretend anymore or play games. Your mom and I are having sex, and it's amazing. As amazing as sex with you. And I am not going to stop." I waited for her to react or say anything. She just laid there, silent. I stroked her hair for a few minutes softly, staring down at her face, which had a slight smile on it. I still was not sure what her end game was here, but for the moment, I was going to enjoy it on my terms, and no more games. I had confessed my sins and stated my intention to continue and it was now in the open. No more hiding in plain sight. Now it would just be in plain sight.Moving in with Mother-in-law Ch. 12
A man and his wife move in with his mother-in-law.
I arose the next morning and kissed my sweet wife before getting up to get ready for work, and she woke up and looked me right in the eyes.
"I love you, " she said, quietly.
"I love you, too, honey." I replied dutifully.
"You showered yet?" she asked.
"No, I was about to go in there."
"Oh, ok. Hold on." She ordered me. She grabbed at my head and pulled me in for a long, aggressive sexual kiss.
"What's that for?" I asked.
"For you being amazing. " She reached out and tickled under my balls. "And I wanted to play a bit."
Mary smiled at me, as she started caressing my balls with one hand and then using the other to stimulate my shaft. She bent over and put her head down in my crotch, and looked up at me. "Your cock smells so good." She put the head in her mouth. "Mmm, tastes good too." She proceeded to lick and suck the entire length of my cock before going to town, giving me one heck of a hummer. The thought of my cock being in her mom just a few hours ago, and her now licking off those pussy juices was a bit much, and I came quite quickly. Mary, being the pro she is, took it all in stride and swallowed every drop of my sperm.
"Wow, thank you, dear. What a way to start the day!" I praised her.
"Mmmm, hmmmm. Better than bacon and eggs!"
I push her back down and was about to go down on her in return when she stopped me. "Later," was all she said, and kissed me. "Now, run off to work, dear."
I showered and got dressed and ran off to work. I was much more focused at work today due to the morning blowjob, and I hammered through all my stops and installs and finished up about an hour early and headed home. I entered the door, and was greeted with an amazing smell from the kitchen. I headed that way and found fresh made cookies on the counter cooling, and Brandi in an apron baking away.
"Hey Mom!" I said, stealing a still warm chocolate chip cookie.
She looked over, and gave me that look. "These are for the bake sale at the club tomorrow. You put that down!"
I looked at her, at the warm cookie, and slowly raised it to my lips and took a bite. "Mmmmm, so good!" I said, laughing.
"You brat!" she came over and fake slugged my arm, but she was smiling. She was so close and looked so good, I put down the half eaten cookie and pulled her into my arms to bear hug her. She struggled a bit but I held firm, and she was going nowhere and she was still smiling. She looked so gorgeous right then, I knew I had to have her. I pulled her face up towards mine and planted a sexy kiss on her, our tongues rolling around as my cock stiffened. I was getting ready to take her into the bedroom when she stopped me.
"I'm baking cookies! I can't leave them in the oven, they'll burn!"
"I'm OK with that," I told her.
"I'm NOT!" she retorted. She turned to move away, but I pulled her back by the hips, bringing her ass into contact with my now hard manhood. "Oh, my!" she said and she wiggled her butt back and forth on my member, accelerating my horniness. I reached around her and grabbed her breasts and kneaded them as she pushed back into my crotch even more and began moving her ass in a circle motion, kneading my hardness for all it was worth.
"Oh, Brandi. I love the way you feel." I pulled her back to me so that she was arched, her ass still pressing into me, but her head turned back, and I kissed her as I held her by her chin. My other hand slid down and under her apron, and I undid the snap of her shorts. She didn't object or move, and I slid my hand down into her panties and felt around her wetness underneath as we kissed. After a bit she moaned, and I took that as a sign to take the next step and I used my thumbs to hook her panties and pulled her shorts and panties to her ankles. I admired her naked ass as I undid my own pants, and dropped my pants to the floor, allowing me to see my cock and her ass in the same mental photo.
We turned out bodies so that Brandi could bend over and rest her hands on the counter in front of her, and I trailed my cock down her ass over her little asshole and then brought it in line with her pussy and pressed forward. It slid in about an inch before friction intervened, so it took 5-6 strokes forward to get it all the way inside her. I grabbed her on her hips as I started slowly fucking her with full strokes pulling my cock all the way so that just the head was in, and then pressing forward until my pubis was pressed against her wide ass.
"Oh yes, give me it all!" Brandi begged.
I kept stroking in and out of her, keeping up a perfect rhythm, almost mesmerizing in its simple in and out cadence. I loved seeing my cock disappear inside her and her ass bounce and roll as I came forward and pulled back with each full cycle. After a few minutes of this steady pace, we both began to breathe harder as the pleasure of the fucking began to increase our speed, Brandi shoving back into me as I pushed forward, starting a slapping sound as we fucked harder and faster. I could feel my balls tighten and that feeling of orgasm approaching, and I sped up even more.
"Oh that's right , fuck me fuck me harder, pound me!" Brandi began to call out and I felt her pussy began to slicken as I pumped faster and faster, completely out of control until suddenly I erupted my cum deep inside her as I continued to pump even as I ejaculated. I felt Brandi's hand under my shaft, and she began to stroke her clit as I sprayed jet after jet of my sperm against her walls until she came, too. I held myself inside her as long as I could, her ass pressed against my stomach tightly to keep my cock in her for as long as possible, right until the kitchen timer started dinging. Brandi stood up, dropping my cock out as she grabbed the oven mitts to pull out the next batch of cookies.
I stood and watched as she bent over, staring at her naked ass under the apron strings, and sighed in pleasure.
"SIGH, I love you, Brandi," I blurted out.
"Oh, thank you, dear. I love you, too!" she replied in a matter of fact tone. "I've got another batch to do, you better get out of here before something important gets burned!"
I laughed, and gathered my pants from the floor, and went to go change, enjoying my newfound confidence in taking my women whenever I wanted, and at the same time, wondering when or if it will all come crumbling down.
The next two weeks were a back and forth of sex. Every couple of days, I would take Brandi instead of Mary to "borrow her for a second" and then take her to her room to have sex, never discreetly, as we explored each other sexually, and more often than not, we came together. Our bodies really were in tune with each other at a level Mary and I never had achieved. Afterwards, Mary would almost always suck me clean and I would return the favor and we had great sex. On other days, Mary and I would have sex, and kept up the role play of fucking her mom, and I always made sure to yell out how much I loved fucking Brandi. I was loving having sex with two women back to back, and they both seemed satisfied and I wasn't going to complain either way.
Things took a turn the day I asked Brandi if I could borrow her, and Mary said, "not tonight." We had been sitting on the sofa, watching TV out of boredom until Brandi got up, and I got excited that we were about to have our session, and I was looking forward to how her and I might explore something new and combine ourselves into a single body, reaching that pinnacle of pleasure simultaneously.
"Mary, I am going to borrow your mom for a few minutes, if you don't mind," I said after Brandi stood up.
"Actually, I do! I have plans of my own!"
I stood there, unsure what to do. All I knew was that I want my cock somewhere, and to be perfectly frank, I had been preferring sex with her mom over my own wife. Probably the novelty of it, but also the way we fucked, we seemed way more in tune with each other. Mary and I were never on that level, we just were both willing to keep going until everyone was satisfied.
"Oh," Brandi said, obviously disappointed. She sat back down.
Mary patted the seat next to her, and I sat next to her. As we watched TV, Mary's hands started rubbing my cock through my shorts. It took me very little time to get hard, as I was already horny. I put my hand on Mary's leg and slid it towards her pussy. She kept her legs closed, not allowing me to get full access, but I flicked my pinky across her crotch anyways. Mary started stroking my cock by grabbing it over my shorts, and after a few minutes, I was at the point where I didn't care, and besides, it's not like Brandi hasn't seen my cock before! I undid my pants button and unzipped right there of the sofa. I wasn't wearing anything underneath, so Mary started stroking my cock right there. I looked over at Brandi, who was still pretending to watch TV, but I caught her glancing over now and then.
Fuck it I thought, and lifted my ass up and pulled my pants to the floor. I leaned back and put my arm around Mary's shoulders and spread my legs wide so my balls could enjoy the stroking, too. At this point, I just stopped caring that my cock was out and sexual activities were happening right there with both my wife and her mother in the room. Mary kept stroking me, almost offhandedly, and she started making conversation with her mom about the show they were watching, where celebrities do a dance off or something with professional dancers. I generally use this time to scroll through my phone or do the "man chores" around the house (like taking out the garbage, or anything else that it helps to have male muscle systems), but I had to admit, getting stroked off was way better than doing chores!
Mary started commenting to her mom about the show as she played with my hard cock, and to Brandi's credit, she chatted back without hesitation or concern that Mary was openly stroking me. I loved that Mary was being so casual with the sexual acts and I really liked that Brandi was watching. I never considered myself a voyeur before, but this was a bit thrilling, maybe because of my own nervousness at the situation, maybe because I liked it, or maybe because I really liked having sex with both of them and this was bringing that out in the open.
I reached my arm behind Mary and started rubbing her back, and slid my hand down to her ass, and started feeling her sweet roundness. I looked over at Mary's mother, and by this point, she was simply watching TV, ignoring us for the most part as Mary stroked me. I continued to rub her ass and slid down between her cheeks and past her little hole and slid a finger along her already dampened slit. I used my ring and pointer fingers to spread her lips open enough to slide my middle finger up inside her as she chatted with her mom, and I smiled when she "oohed!" in the middle of a sentence. It was only a matter of time of me fingering her before Mary became horny enough for me to make the decision that would really open up things and brought us all under the spell of our own lust.
"Take these off," I told Mary, as I tugged on her pants.
Mary got up off the sofa and pulled her pants off and sat on my lap, facing the TV, allowing me to view her beautiful ass as she lifted up and lined up her wet hole with my hardness. She reached under her, grabbed me to guide my shaft inside her. My god, she felt so warm and wet and wonderful. She slowly, oh way too slowly, began to move up and down on my shaft, and I stared as her ass moved up and down, and I saw the shadow of her pussy lips open as I split her apart, my shaft lightly glistening from the coating she left on me. I did not know how to act, this was weird for me, this sex in front of others thing. The only thing I could see in front of me was Mary's back, ass and my slick dick, so I couldn't pretend to be watching TV, so my options were close my eyes, watch myself fuck my wife, or look over at Brandi. I chose the middle path, and focused on Mary's sexy ass slowly lifting up to reveal my slick cock, and then back down again, so that her ass bounced a bit at the bottom of the ride.
I put my hands on her waist and started moving her up and down, and I would push up as she pushed down, and tried to speed up the action.
"Not so fast, tiger. I want to enjoy this!" Mary said to me over her shoulder. I sighed and leaned back a bit on the sofa, and looked over at Brandi.
"Don't look at me," she scolded me. "She's your wife."
That kind of broke the ice for me, and I laughed. "Yeah, but YOU made her."
"I did a pretty good job, though, don't you think?"
"That you did!"
"I'm right here, you know," Mary chimed in. "You're talking about me like if you were talking behind my back!"
"I am behind your back." I retorted. Brandi snorted a laugh. Mary responded by standing up and turning around, and then climbing back on me, straddling me but facing me this time. I leaned back and stared up at her as she rode me, slowly still, but grinding her clit against the base of my shaft and my pubic hair. It was interesting watching her slowly grind into me, her pubic hair a bit darker than Brandi's, but cut the same, and her mound a bit smaller and more formed than her mother's puffier mound.
"Do you want me to pause this show, or...?" Brandi asked.
I could care less, so I shrugged.
"Sure." Mary breathed out, and she continued to grind, speeding up as the friction created a nice feeling on her clitoris. She leaned over me putting her arms on the back of the sofa and started rotating her hips, so that she could push down as hard as she wanted, increasing her tempo as she approached her orgasm. She started grunting and she rode me hard, her pelvis pressed into mine with all her strength, the only part of her body moving was her pelvis rocking back and forth, faster and faster and faster, until she screamed "Oh GOD, I'M CUMMING!" I felt a flush of heat as she creamed on me and I enjoyed the extra wetness down there. She slowed down her pace as she came down from her orgasmic high, and I held her tight while she recovered.
"Wow, that was...something else," Brandi said, almost under her breath. Her face looked a bit flushed when I looked over to her.
"Your daughter is quite the woman," I said to her, not sure how to handle this situation, but I was still horny and I was thinking about not much other than getting off, so as usual, my words were less than poetic.
"Yes, she is. She's one of a kind, for sure."
I got punched in the shoulder. "OW!"
"You're doing it again!" Mary scolded. "Talking about me like I'm not here!"
"You didn't have to hit me!"
"You didn't have to pretend I'm not here!" she retorted.
"How can I pretend you're not here, when you just came all over me?" I asked.
"Touche!" she giggled and moved her hips in a circle, smearing her juices even more over my lower body.
"You two are too funny," Brandi added, laughing. "She just had an amazing orgasm and you're making jokes about it." Brandi was taking this all in pretty normally, but I suppose you don't get the chance to be married 4 times without having a pretty open mind about sex. Her attitude was rather surprising, and I was a bit envious to be that open about sex, but it seems that women are way more open to talking about sex than men are.
"Yeah, well, when I orgasm, I just go to sleep, like any red-blooded man should!" I tried to joke. It fell flat. Know your audience, first rule of comedy. "Speaking of...." I mumble to their silence.
Mary rolled her eyes, but she has always been that willing partner who would do anything to make sure the other got off. It's one of the reasons we had always been so good for each other, we would go above and beyond to make sure each of us got what we wanted from a sexual encounter. She removed herself from me and climbed up on the sofa, facing her ass towards me, ready for me to take her from behind. I got up on my knees and lines up my dick with her hole and slid in easily. It was interesting that Mary lined it up so that I would be facing Brandi as I fucked her, and I appreciated that, as it really helped create the situation which changed me.
I entered Mary and started sawing into her, but my eyes were on Brandi. I can't imagine what a porn actor has to go through, but fucking someone with other people in the room is an odd situation. Sure, a lot of us have fucked in a room with others, but usually under the covers or in the dark, but this was in the open, in the light, with the viewer directly watching. Sex is about merging two bodies into one, and to reach orgasm, focusing on being in tune with the other is crucial. In this odd setting with someone watching, it was hard to focus, as my mind bounced between Mary and Brandi, so I made a conscious decision to focus on one woman only - Brandi. As I fucked Mary, I stared into Brandi's eyes, her soul, her essence. I was simply using Mary's pussy as a masturbatory aid. The roleplaying Mary and I had done came into play, and I was able to now use that, and it was my best acting I have ever done, probably because I was not acting.
"I love your pussy, Brandi. Nothing feels as good as being inside you." I said, eyes locked on Brandi. Mary groaned under me.
"I want to be with you every hour of every day. Nothing excites me more than the thought of being with you." I continued, still doing a slow pace into Mary, eyes on Brandi. It felt to me like Mary was getting wetter. Wetter or looser. Either way, I had to increase my pace to keep up the arousal towards orgasm.
Mary breathed out, "You like fucking your mother-in-law don't you?"
"Oh yes!" I responded, still staring at Brandi. "It's all I think about. Even when with Mary, I think about you, Brandi." I am talking directly to her. There is no hiding what I am saying from her, as she can see in my face I was not lying. Brandi's face flushes even redder, and her legs squeeze together a bit, and then release, again and again. "I want to kiss you, lick you, taste you, love you. I want to make love to you. Cum in you, on you, with you."
Mary starts shaking below me, but I do not lose focus and keep looking at Brandi.
"I love fucking you, Brnadi! I want to cum inside you!"
"Yes, cum in my mom!" Mary called out, and another gush of fluid flooded her cavern, so that as we fucked, the squishing sound became very apparent. "Oh god, cum in her!!"
This sent me to the edge, and I started fucking faster, harder. "Yes, Mom, I am going to cum in you! You want my cum?"
Mary below me, "Yes, cum in me! Cum in me!" and Brandi nodded to me. Oh my god, yes. "You want my cum, Brandi?" Mary screamed " Yes!" as Brandi nodded again.
"I can't hear you. Do you want my cum, Mom?" I looked at her intently, trying to force my thoughts into her head. I wanted her to say it out loud.
Mary, "YES YES!"
Brandi mouthed a silent "Yes." Oh god, almost there!
"Mom, tell me! Tell me you want my cum!"
Again Mary came though, with an enthusiastic YES! But I was waiting for Brandi. It seemed like a few seconds passed, and then, barely more than a whisper, "Yes. Yes. Yes." Her voice increased with each affirmative. "Yes. YES. YES. YES. YES, GIVE ME YOUR CUM!" Brandi nearly yelled the last. I exploded inside Mary. Jet after jet after jet - 5, 6, 7 spurts, it seemed to go forever. My eyes never left Brandi's face as I orgasmed inside my wife, and I could see the want in her. I wished that I was younger and could go again quickly enough to make this moment special, and that is when I had the thought that I wanted them both at the same time, mother and daughter, with me fucking them both on the same bed, and to have them fuck each other. I now determined that it was my mission to make that happen, however I could, and my newfound confidence in myself made me know I could do this.Moving in with Mother-in-law Ch. 13
A man and his wife move in with his mother-in-law.
Chapter 13
The next week, I was as lustful as I could remember ever being, even back to teenage boy days. I tried to fuck both of them daily, either a morning quickie with Mary, rush home for a nooner with Brandi, or rush home after work for a pre-dinner fuck so that I had enough time to recover for the nightly fuck. If I woke up in the middle of the night to pee, I would go into Brandi's room and at least eat her out if my little guy was out of juice. This was amazingly great for me, but it did not get me any closer to my goal of a threesome with all involved. At work, I would fantasize scenarios and then ponder how those might actually play out. I knew that if crossed a previously unstated line, I would have to do that with Mary first before Brandi would accept that act with her, and I knew that the first obstacle I had to overcome was to have sex with Brandi openly in front of Mary, not our faux clandestine affair.
I determined to try later that week, and set up a movie night with a romantic theme. I intentionally did not have sex with Brandi for two days prior, but had sex with Mary openly again the day before. I wanted Brandi to be horny when I implemented my plan. I was overly excited that day, and considered jerking off that morning, but I held myself back. I wanted to be really horny that evening, too. That night after dinner, my goal was to seduce Brandi right there on the sofa while my wife watched.
We ate dinner, just a simple chicken and rice dish, nothing too heavy, and Brandi began to clean up. I stepped up behind her, and rubbed her arms up and down, sensually.
"Hey Mom, I got dishes. You go get cleaned up and ready for movie night."
"You sure?" she asked, looking back at me over her shoulders.
I slid my hands down her arms and then over her body, hugging her, and pressed my crotch into her ass. "I'm sure. Wear something sexy."
"Oooh!" Brandi cooed, and wiggled her butt a bit before leaving the room to change. So far so good!
We sat down, I poured everyone a glass of wine, and we settled in. Mary and I on one side of the L shaped, Brandi on the other, as usual. No need to rock the boat by changing anything up. Brandi was wearing the short kimono I had given her, and damn she looked tasty! It was slightly opened at the top, and Brandi's large breasts created a nice cleavage view. At her age, her nipples kind of pointed down, so I could not tell if they were hard and excited. I sure hoped they were! I slipped into a T-shirt and my baggy but sheer comfy shorts, allowing easy access and plenty of room to grow. Mary had on a tank top and her running shorts that split up the side, so that when she sat down, her hip was quite visible. She knew I loved it when she wore these.
We started watching the movies, and after about 30 minutes, I felt Mary's hand sliding up my leg under my shorts and grabbed by cock. It took almost no time to get hard, and I looked over at Mary. She pretended not to see me, but she had a smirk on her face. Normally this would be perfect, but tonight I had other plans.
I finished my glass of wine, and stood up. "Anyone else need a refill?" There was no hiding that I had an erection, and I walked past Brandi with my shorts tented so that she could see I was aroused.
"Just bring the whole bottle out here," Mary said.
"Good idea." I went into the kitchen, and stroked myself fully hard before coming back with the bottle, again walking in front of Brandi with my hard cock towards her. I refilled everyone's glass before sitting down again next to Mary.
"Brandi, I noticed the past couple of days, you've been arching your back a lot. You need a nice back massage?" I asked, pretending to be all innocent of my intentions.
"Oh, would I!" she exclaimed.
"Great, slide over here and sit next to us," I indicated that she should sit right next to us. "But turn that lamp off before you do, it's giving a glare on the screen."
Brandi dutifully flipped the lamp off, giving us a darkened environment, and came and sat next to me on the sofa. I put my arm around her and held her close as I restarted the movie. I have no idea what was on, my mind was on getting Brandi excited enough and horny enough to let me fuck her right there on the sofa.
I leaned back and started rubbing her back a bit, just a simple rub in circles with one arm, just a relaxing slide over her satiny kimono up by her shoulders, letting her get comfortable with the touching before I made it sexual. After a few minutes, I started using two hands and leaned as far back as I could, pushing Brandi somewhat forward, forcing me to turn slightly towards Brandi and away from Mary. At this point I started moving my hands vertically, sliding up and down her back, massaging at the top of her shoulders and then sliding all the way down to where her butt started. Slowly up, rub shoulders, slowly down to her butt, again and again. I could sense when she had become looser in her posture, she was relaxed and comfortable.
While I was rubbing her mom's back, Mary had her hand on my leg, and had slid it up my shorts, placing her hand firmly on my hard cock. This was the closest I had ever come to two women at the same time. I was backrubbing Brandi to seduce her while Mary was slowly pumping my cock under my shorts, which was making me hornier and hornier. I proceeded to take it further with Brandi, and the next time up to her shoulders, I stayed up there, rubbing, all along her shoulder blades, to the sides of her arms, and then back to the middle where I was able to touch her skin. She was warm to the touch, and my hands slid down towards her breasts, but stopped short, and I continued this pattern - shoulders, arms, chest, each time slowly getting closer to her breasts. Finally, as I moved my hands down towards her breasts yet again, Brandi leaned back into me, putting my hands directly onto her big breasts.
I began to knead her breasts in earnest now, and Brandi moaned slightly as my hands roamed her breasts over her kimono. I felt Mary squeeze my cock under my shorts, I didn't know if she was encouraging me or warning me, but I didn't care at this point. My hands slipped under her kimono and my hands now roamed Brandi's tits skin on skin. Mary pulled my cock out of my shorts up one of the loose legs, and then stood up.
"Don't pause, I just have to use the bathroom," she said as she walked out of the room.
Now was my chance. I had to close the deal right now, and I opened Brandi's kimono all the way, sliding one hand down her belly and the other pulled her head in for a kiss.
"I love you Brandi," I whispered as my tongue darted into her mouth before she could respond. Brandi groaned into my mouth as our tongues entwined around and around and my hand slid further down past her hairy mound and I started moving it all around her pussy, just rubbing it on the outside, clit, labia, mound. We were still in this position when Mary came out of the bathroom, her husband and her mom kissing deeply, one hand rubbing her mom's tits, the other rubbing her mom's cunt.
"Well that escalated quickly, " Mary commented, and then sat down on the other side of the sofa. I break our kiss, and make sure Brandi and I are facing Mary, looking at her, as I slid a finger inside her now slickened hole.
"I, we, uh, honey..." Brandi started to mumble out in response, unsure if she crossed a line, but I interrupted her.
"You know I find your mom irresistible, Mary! I just lost all control and have to have her now, right here."
"Ok," Mary said nonchalantly, and turned towards the TV. Oh, Mary! You are the best wife! I thought as I plunged my finger deeper into her mom and returned to kissing her. I knew that Brandi would need to be very excited for this to move past petting to actual sex, but we were so in tune physically and emotionally, I knew just when to make that move, and when I did, it would need to be fast . However, once that line was crossed, I figured that crossing it again later would be much easier. My fingers began to focus their assault on her clitoris, and I began to kiss her earlobes, her neck, her jawline, the back of her neck, her eyelids, sensuously and slowly even as my hand below went faster and faster. I knew I had her when her left hand began feeling around my crotch before finally grasping my hard shaft, still sitting outside my shorts. I waited, so tempting to just start fucking, because I wanted her to be very ready to cum. I knew I was ready, and I wanted us to cum together, especially our first time overtly in front of Mary, since Mary and I just cannot get that to happen.
As I continued my slow kissing and faster rubbing, I began to sense Brandi's tenseness level drop, her body became more fluid where I could tell she was no longer concerned with the actions we were taking in the manner we were taking it. I knew it was time, and I slowly eased Brandi down on the sofa as I lay myself on top of her. I slid my shorts off, and kissed her neck as I slowly positioned my body for penetration, aligning our body parts and getting my body between her now open legs. The anticipation for entering my mother in law as my wife watched grew, and I felt like it was our first time, my heart was racing and my breath was in my throat as I pushed my pelvis forward and my cockhead entered her warm wetness perfectly.
I stayed there, cock barely inside her, and stopped kissing Brandi. I kept my face just mere inches above hers, until she looked up at me. When our eyes met, I whispered "I love you, Mom", and slowly pressed my cock all the way into her. I love seeing a woman's face as I enter her, and how their expression changes from sheer physical want to an almost shocked look and then into a pure pleasured look as the tingling feelings emanate out from her pussy into her brain.
"Ooh, Kord!" she cooed as my cock went into her, filling her walls. "I love you!"
I kissed her lightly, and then held her head in my hands, forcing her to face me as I began to pump in and out of her. I wanted to see her eyes, to lose myself in there, to sense when she was ready, so we could go off together. When I try this with Mary, she closes her eyes or she wants to look down and see my cock pistoning into her, her focus is on the physical act, and less so on the emotional act also occurring. However, Brandi stared right back at me, her eyes piecing into me, egging me on, urging me to speed up or slow down, to change the angle to hit her clit with more friction, or to go deeper inside with each stroke, wordlessly guiding us into a single unit.
To be honest, I forgot Mary was there. I knew that was the whole goal of that night, but as Brandi and I started, I became lost in our world, connecting completely with our eyes and our crotches. Without words, I could feel her getting closer to her point of no return. I knew she needed me to maintain our cadence, not speed up, not slow down, not change anything. The rhythm became perfect, and I could feel my balls begin to tighten right as Brandi began to moan uncontrollably.
"Oh, Kord, I am going to cum," she whispered, her eyes still locked with mine, before repeating herself at an ever increasing volume of assurance and confidence. "I am going to cum! I am going to CUM! I AM GOING TO CUM!" I felt her body suddenly tense and push towards me, her eyes rolled back, and within two or three strokes, her pelvis suddenly dropped down before pushing up against me again. My body reacted at the same time and my cock started jetting inside her, and my hand slid down to her ass to hold her body up in the air a bit so I could cum just a little deeper inside her. Brandi's eyes opened wide in surprise as my cock came as deep inside her as was physically possible, pressed against her cervix fully, shooting my seed all the way into her womb.
We stared at each other as we felt our shared orgasm subside slowly, the tingling feeling in our fingers and toes lingering as our bodies tried to recover and catch our breath.
"Brandi, that was incredible," I whispered.
"Yes it was. That was the best sex I have ever had," Brandi whispered back to me.
"Did you just cum together?" Mary asked, incredulously, breaking our reverie. I just smiled, as I looked up at my wife.
"Of course!" I told her, then looked down at her mom's face. She had a smile plastered on it, I assume from the orgasm. "We are a perfect fit." I kissed her again, and she pulled me down into a hot wet, loving kiss. "We are perfect together, aren't we?" she whispered into my mouth. "Yes, Mom, we are."
I did not want to pull out of her, I wanted to lay there and stare at her face for hours more, but I knew that I had to manage the situation so that Mary was somehow included without being off-putting to Brandi.
I finally lifted my head and looked up at Mary. I smiled. "Sorry, honey, I couldn't help myself. I just find your mom so sexy."
"Well, she IS sexy, so I guess I understand." She then opened her legs to show that she had been excited by this, her panties were soaked through. She moved her hand down, slipping under her panty line, and I could see her fingers moving around under her panties. "Mom, that was hot. You two are fun to watch."
Brandi is still laying under me and can't see Mary or what she is doing. "Thanks, Mary. I, we, uh, well, thank you for sharing him with me. I haven't felt like this in, well, in forever!"
"Oh, it was my pleasure,. " Mary responded. This had gone way better than I could have hoped. Brandi was not embarrassed, at least not yet. "My husband seemed to have made a mess, though. It's only fair he cleans it up." Mary looked right at me, and I knew what she wanted me to do. Mary had a thing about wanting her man to lick up his own seed, it usually led to her cumming again after I was finished, either from my ministrations, or she would self-stimulate. This always made her orgasm harder than any other action that we did together, so I learned to enjoy the whole process.
I kissed Brandi, and then started down her body, sucking on a nipple while my cock still was inside her. I finally readied myself, and I pulled out as I moved my face down to Brandi's freshly fucked pussy. Her pubic hair was matted with our juices, and her lips were still engorged and a bright reddish pink. A fucked pussy looks so used and abused and so sexy to me, and I noticed my own white cum starting to appear at her opening, and I opened my mouth wide and flattened my tongue on her pussy so I could taste her and I at the same time. The sweet tanginess of her pussy balanced out the saltiness of my cum and I lapped away.
"Oh God!" Brandi grunted out. "That is so hot! You're...you're eating...oh God, yes, eat that cum!" Brandi began to squirm and buck and she pushed her pelvis up at me while at the same time held my head down as she face fucked me. I felt her juices flowing and then within a few seconds she gushed all over my chin as I tried to lap it all up. Brandi's body jerked up and then away and then up again as wave after wave of orgasm rolled through her body. "No one has ever...Oh fuck...never done that!" she muttered to the room as she came down from her pleasure high again. I kissed around her pussy lips for few more seconds before I finally sat back, staring down at Brandi's puffy lips and puffy body, so different and yet so similar to Mary's.
"He's a good boy, isn't he, Mom?" Mary asked. Mary's panties were off, and she was rubbing herself, her pubic hair matted with wetness as she circled her clit in a steady pattern.
"The best, my God. I haven't cum, uh, felt like that in years, maybe ever." Brandi laid her head back, staring up at the ceiling. "I can't believe I just had sex in front of someone, much less you." Brandi said this in a seemingly guilty way, but she never covered up herself, and one hand of hers sort of floated down to her pussy, where she slowly ran her fingers over and through her folds, not masturbating per se, but definitely just touching herself, almost in an unconscious manner, as if checking to see if the pleasure derived from there was real. Mary on the other hand, was much more steady and her movements were concentrated on her magic button.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, it was a joy watching you two. Did you like watching us before?" Mary asked, keeping up this very open conversation that I assumed Brandi would only have in this moment of post-coital bliss.
"At first, no." Brandi started, again, looking at the ceiling, not either of us. "But then I really felt closer to you both that you felt comfortable enough with me to do that." Her hand still slowly rubbed through her sex.
"And now, when the tables were turned?"
"To be honest, I kind of get lost in the moment and really just went with it. I felt lewd at first, but god, I really wanted to be lewd! It was so freeing to just let go of those cares and just live in the now."
"It IS liberating," Mary agreed with her mom. "And that makes it more intense for me, like being on a stage and just letting go. Very freeing. That and I have more intense orgasms when my fantasies come true." Mary's talking was a little breathy as she continued swirling around her clit. Her lips were getting puffy below.
"Talk about it, been fantasizing about a man like Kord for years," Brandi said, and I can see the smile on her face, even though she's not looking at me. "A man who actually loves me and not lusts for me."
Mary laughs, "Well, I want both! A man who loves AND lusts for me!"
Brandi laughed, too. "Well, yeah, that too!"
"What about a man who loves and lusts after two women?" I asked, looking at one and then the other, and I see Mary's eyes begin to roll back as she approaches her orgasm.
Brandi piped up, "Until the past 2 months, I would say he's a bad man, because I just want a man that is my own. But sometimes I feel like I want to steal another woman's man to see if I can. But sharing without jealousy is new and exciting! And the sex is fantastic!"
I watched as Mary, for the most part, quietly orgasmed to her own fingers.
"It...is..a...maz...ing!" Mary breathed out, as she rode through her orgasm.
"I think about it all the time lately. I hadn't thought about it for years, and now I just want sex morning, noon and night," Brandi admitted, matter-of-factly.
Mary guffawed, "I've always been that way! And it just gets more intense as I get older."
"I forgot how much I liked it. LOVED it! God, I love the feel of a hard dick inside me. Of it filling me up. Of it jerking inside me. But the best part is being a part of something bigger, of being one with another, of joining ourselves and working together for a shared bliss. I have never felt so alive sexually as the past few weeks."
I sat there, afraid to say anything, still surprised at how open women talk about sex to each other, and still a bit in shock that I just fucked my mother in law, and my wife watched and masturbated to it. This had gone even better than I could have hoped. Step one done, and now on to step two. Of course, I had never considered what step 2 would be, because I wasn't even sure I could get past step 1! I didn't even bother getting dressed, and probably won't very often in the future.
We sat on the sofa, one woman on each side of me, and watched the movie quietly, all mostly sated, Brandi in her kimono, untied, so I could see the flow of her belly and her lovely cleavage, and Mary in her tank top only, curled up next to me. I had an arm around each of them, one resting on Mary's naked ass and hip, and the other around Brandi's body and arm, holding her close, feeling her softness against me, and thought deeply how much these past few months have changed me as I drifted off to a blissful, contented sleep.
I woke up alone on the sofa, and climbed into bed as quietly as I could, but I I still managed to wake Mary up, but she may have just been waiting. Mary whispered to me, "I knew you wanted to fuck my mom. You've always wanted to, haven't you."
"Not always, Mare. Not until you convinced me."
"I don't believe you, you never thought about fucking her before?"
"Thinking about it and wanting it are different things. Of course I have thought about it, I'm a guy. We think about fucking every woman we meet. Big, small, older, younger, redhead or brunette. But actually WANTING to have sex with her, to seduce her, to actually act on the thought, it's only been recently. Now, Aunt Margie on the other hand..." I joked and smiled as Mary pretended to be shocked as she punched me in the arm.
"You brat! One cougar at a time, you hear me?" We both laughed.
"But Mary, are you, were you, uh, um, okay with what happened tonight? Or is that a question for tomorrow?"
Mary slowly leaned over and kissed me on the lips, slowly. "I wanted that. I wanted you two to do that. I wanted to see my husband take care of all my needs, including my mother's needs. Have you noticed the change in her recently? She's so much more confident in herself, happy with her life again. You did that! And for you to trust me to do it so openly meant a lot. Maybe tomorrow I'll feel different, but tonight, you are the best husband ever." She kissed me again, and turned over to go to sleep. I stared at the ceiling for a bit, thinking it all over, and trying to figure out where I stood now. I felt so confident now, I felt less of a puppet, and more in control. I was doing things without prompting, without worry, and taking what I wanted, rather than just acquiescing to other's wants. I patted Mary's ass a couple times and then closed my eyes and fell back into that deep, contented sleep.Moving in with Mother-in-law Ch. 14
A man and his wife move in with his mother-in-law.
Chapter 14
I slept in late the next morning, and Mary ran off to work. I called my boss and told him I was running late. I got out of the shower and dried off, and did not get dressed right away, but went out naked to get a cup of coffee and maybe a bagel or something to nibble on. Brandi was standing at the kitchen sink wearing her kimono, and was finishing washing off her breakfast dishes. I went up behind her and gave her back a hug.
"Good morning, lover," I said to her as I pressed in behind her and nibbled on the back of her neck.
"Good morning, yourself!" She reached over her head and hugged my head with one arm, as she turned towards me. We kissed deeply, she felt so wonderfully warm in my arms, I wanted to stay there all day, but I wanted more, so I decided to take it. My hands roamed over her body over the silk of the kimono, and I was soon inside feeling her skin on mine. My cock began to rise as we made out there in the kitchen, and I slid her kimono off her shoulders to feel her swell of a belly into my hardness. I knew I wanted to fuck her again, so I led her into my bedroom and laid her down, kissing down her body before going down on her and then fucking her. I came just seconds after she did, and we laid there, my cock and cum still inside her as we relaxed in post-coital bliss.
"God, I love cumming with you," I tell her between kisses, looking in her eyes as I hover over her.
"Mmmm, I love the way you fill me up," she said back.
I decided to broach the subject of our lovemaking last night in front of her daughter.
"I liked what we did on the sofa last night," I started. "You were amazing."
Brandi smiled but stayed silent. I continued.
"I just get so lost in you I forget about everything and everyone else in the world, and I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I just had to have you and I want everyone to know."
Brandi craned her neck up and gave me a smooch. "It was awkward at first, but I was so horny. And you and Mary had made it clear that sex was not something that had to be hidden behind closed doors. So I went with it. Do you think that was too forward?"
"I loved it, Mom. I just wish I had two dicks so I could satisfy you both," I joked. "But I'm one and done these days. And Mary isn't mad or jealous. She wants you happy."
"I know, it's just..." Brandi started then trailed off.
"It's just..." I prompt her.
Brandi took a deep breath. "It's just that I like it, no LOVE it so damn much, and I've never felt this way about a man, emotionally or physically in my life, and it's my damn daughter's husband!"
"You always said that I married into the family, Mom. I just didn't realize how literally you took that!" I smiled and she looked at me before laughing. God I loved when she laughed. I bent down and kissed her again, and I could feel stirrings for a second run down below, so I kissed her more passionately before working my way down her body, where I proceeded to lick her freshly fucked pussy, our juices mixing together on my tongue. As Brandi began to cum on my tongue, I was fully hard again and entered her a second time this morning.
I lasted quite a bit longer this time, we switched positions twice, her getting on top for a bit, and then I got behind her and fucked her like I had last night, voicing out my thoughts as I did, as if Mary was there.
"Brandi, I love fucking you like this. I wish Mary were here. I would tell her how much I love doing this with you both." Brandi moaned as I spoke and fucked.
My growing confidence in the situation, and myself made me think how I could make the most of the situation. I needed to have Mary and Brandi intricately entwined in my sex life, so the more I "shared" myself openly with one or the other with the other there, the more that openness would leave to sharing the act itself. "I'd tell her how sexy you are, how much I enjoy being with you with her knowing. I should call her and tell her right now."
Brandi moaned again, and then breathed out, "Call her?"
I stopped my strokes as I considered it. "Yes, I want to call her and tell her we're having sex, thinking about her, too."
"Don't stop!" Brandi grunted out and started fucking me, moving her body back and forth the length of my cock. "Call her, and tell her."
I picked up my phone, not quite sure what I was going to say, and clicked her name. The phone started dialing, and I almost hung up when Mary answered.
"Hey, babe!" She answered, "what's up?"
"I'm not on speaker or anything, am I?" I asked.
"No, why? What's going on? You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, I just..."
"Put it on speaker, I want to hear," Brandi said.
I put the phone on speaker, "So Mary, I just, I mean, after you left for work, I uh, your mom, uh..."
Brandi sighed before calling out, "Mary, I seduced your husband this morning, and he wanted to make sure you knew, he didn't want to do anything behind your back."
Mary didn't say anything for a second, then she loud whispers in the phone, "So you called me at work to tell me you all had sex?"
"Having sex," I corrected. "I'm inside her right now."
"Oh my god, you two are worse than teenagers!" Mary scolded.
"Mary, I..."
"You what, Kord?" she interrupted, not meanly, but a bit jokingly while also being sarcastic.
"Hehe, well, I just wanted to tell you that I really enjoy my time with your mom, and that doesn't mean I don't enjoy my time with you any less."
"Aw, that's sweet, but I didn't encourage you two for 2 months for you to be little angels. Now put the phone down...DON'T HANG UP...and continue what you were doing. I want to listen!"
I put the phone on the bed next to us, and I started stroking slowly into Brandi, long strokes all the way in, and all the way out. I sped up and Brandi got into it, moaning and grunting as I sawed in and out of her, and got a nice timing down so that her ass would bounce back when I thrust forward making a slapping sound. After a few minutes, I felt Brandi's fingers on her clit as she started rubbing herself, and I got super excited and sped up my pace. I couldn't tell who started cumming first, but either way, we both climaxed loudly and at the same time, exclaiming our orgasm to each other and to Mary, who I presumed was still listening.
Brandi collapsed down in her stomach from all fours, and I plopped down next to her and grabbed the phone, putting it on speaker. "How was that?" I asked, not specifically to Mary or Brandi, and heard them both say "Amazing" at nearly the same time, causing us all to get a laugh and break any tension that was there.
"Well, I better call in or go into work," I concluded the session.
Mary called out, "You better be ready for me tonight, somehow."
"Yes, dear," I joked and smiled at Brandi, before hanging up and kissing Brandi as she lay there, sated. "I might need some help tonight, you wore me out!" I told her before dressing and heading out for work without showering. I wanted to feel Brandi's pussy juices on my cock and in my pubic hair the rest of the day. A couple times during the day, I reached into my pants to feel her wetness and scent still on me. I wondered if anyone around me could smell the aroma of sex. I felt incredibly confident at work that day, like I was king of the castle, and I actually hammered out a good 2 days of the schedule in only 2/3rds a work day. The boss even mentioned that I was a beast lately. I went home in a great mood, and changed into just a t=shirt and some thin athletic shorts, not those long ones past my knees or runner's short shorts, but the ones that were normal mid thigh and loose. I didn't want anything on that required more than a second and a half to remove.
We sat at dinner, and I opened a bottle for us. I wanted a little bit of lubrication of the mind tonight. Mary excused herself for a moment after dinner as Brandi and I started cleaning the table, and Mary came out to the living room dressed in a sheer cream colored negligee that I hadn't seen before. It was lacy around her breasts, but sheer everywhere else, and ended just a few inches below her sex. Good Lord, she looked tasty. I could see that she was not wearing anything underneath, as her hairy bush was quite visible as she passed by on her way to the sofa, a bush I planned on snacking on tonight! I smacked her ass lightly when she walked by as Brandi and I finished cleaning up, and she responded by smiling over her shoulder at me, and flipping the edges of her negligee up a bit to give me a glance at her sexy toned ass, which she proceeded to sway back and forth as she walked through.
"Brandi," I turned to her mom, "You're going to have to finish cleaning up on your own tonight, I have business to attend to!"
Brandi giggled, "Go get her, tiger!"
"Don't forget, I may need your help, so don't take too long!" I called over my shoulder as I followed my half naked wife into the living room, stripping down to my birthday suit as I followed her. I stalked her down as she reached the sofa, and grabbed her around the waist.
"Where do you think you're going?" I whispered in her ear before nibbling on it a bit, holding her tight against me, feeling the coolness of the negligee and the heat of her skin at the same time.
"Just going to watch some TV," she said, almost shyly, but more of a "I'm not going to give you a straight answer" type of response.
"You look damn good doing it," I told her, "and I'm going to change your mind about what you are going to be doing," with a stronger level of confidence than I ever recalled having before, a commanding tone that didn't order, but just assumed I would be obeyed. Where did THAT come from? I guess I knew what I wanted, and was going to go get it, rather than just let it come to me.
I could feel her body almost melt into me, and she turned her head to kiss me deeply, contorting her arm around so that she could pull my head into hers even closer. We stood that way in that awkward position, neither of us wanting to break the passion to get comfortable, neither of us wanting to lose the rush of lust and physical want tied to the emotionally charged acts we were engaged in. I slid my hands up her front and grasped both of her breasts and kneaded them softly as our tongues continued to intertwine within our locked lips. Mary leaned back into me, her toned body pressed back to me harder, feeling the curve of her taut ass against my attempting to get hard cock as she moaned softly into my mouth. She pushed against me, rubbing my cock with her ass, which normally would get me rock hard, but after a double session this morning, I was having a hard time (no pun) getting it ready for action. I could sense Mary getting a bit frustrated and she moved her ass in a circle artoud my cock trying to get me as aroused as she was.
My brain immediately compared Mary's ass, which pressed against me, firm and curvy to Brandi's soft, wide ass, and how it sort of enveloped my cock rather than press against it. It only took a few seconds of thinking about Brandi's big ass for me to start getting hard again. I thought about this morning, about last night, about having put three loads of my seed into her in the past 24 hours, licking her out after two of them, and how here I was about to fuck her daughter.
I felt Mary smile as she kissed me, finally breaking our kiss, "there's my little guy!" as she moved her right hand to down to grab my shaft through my shorts.
"Little!!!!" I exclaimed in mock shock and horror. I smiled and she smiled back, with her amazing smile that wins me every time. It's so full, so genuine, it gets me every time.
"I love you , Mary," I whispered as I stared into her eyes.
"I love you, too!" she responded, "You make me so happy!"
I grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed, pulling her too me for a kiss as she "Eeek"ed, but a playful "Eeek" just the same, as she looks up at me, still stroking my now hard cock. I had an idea, and decided to go for it. I leaned down and whispered, "I didn't shower after I had your mom this morning. I want you to taste us." I moved my hands up to her shoulders and pushed down, not hard, but not gently either. There was no hiding that I wanted her to suck my cock. Mary looked up at me in a new way, one of a somewhat surprised look, but also a hunger was there that needed to be satiated. She grinned and dropped down to her knees and pulled my shorts down to my ankles, her face right in front of my hard shaft.
I placed my hands on her head, and she put her hands on my hips as she leaned forward towards my erect penis, but to my surprise, she didn't drop her mouth on my head like normal, she instead pushed my hard cock to the side with her cheek and shoved her nose right into my trimmed pubic hair and took a big WHIFF. She moved her nose around taking huge whiffs of her mother's and mine sex romps earlier today. "God, you smell amazing. So dirty and yet so sexy." She then ran her tongue through my pubes and then up one side of the shaft, like licking an ice cream cone. She was tasting, not sampling. After she was done cleaning my cock with her tongue, she ran it along the base, continuing to sniff into my pubic area. I'd never seen her this aroused doing oral.
I wanted to cross a new boundary tonight, and Mary munching on her mom's pussy juices gave me an idea.
"Brandi!" I call out, as Mary as still giving me a blowjob on the living room.
Brandi walks into the room, "Yes, Kord what do..." she stops when she sees Mary on her knees on my knob. "...need." She finished, trailing off as she watched.
"I think tonight calls for some wine, can you bring a bottle of white when you come out? Three glasses."
"Um, OK," Brandi said, still staring and Mary's head going up and down.
"Oh and Mom," I say, and wait until she stops looking at Mary and looks at me.
"Yes?"
"Come out wearing your kimono," I ordered her. "JUST the kimono." I stressed. Again I waited until I saw the recognition of what I was asking and her acknowledgement. She looked at me, and I saw her eyes open just a bit wider, and then she smiled a bit. BINGO!
"Oh! OK!" she said, and went back to finish in the kitchen.
Mary continued her assault, but I was going to take a while tonight, after sex last night and twice this morning. I pulled her up and said, "Honey, we have all night, we don't need to rush it. Besides, if I came now, there is no way I could go again."
Mary looked up at me with a disappointed look, which quickly changed to some understanding. I pulled her up and kissed her deeply, tasting the tangy remnants of Brandi on her lips, as well as that musky taste and scent of my own cock. I held her tight to me, feeling her body warmth through the sheerness of the silk negligee she was wearing. I took her over to the sofa, ripped my T-shirt off to be fully naked, and sat her down to the right of me, so she would be closer to where her mother sat, instead of me in the middle like usual. I leaned her back, and slid a hand up her nightie as I kissed her neck. Normally, Mary would make me rub a few times between her legs before she would part them for me, but today, they popped open like a jack in the box. My fingers slid right into her slickness, and the aroma of her arousal was potent. I instantly broke our kiss, and pulled my fingers out of her wet hole, covered in her juices, and sucked my fingers dry, before returning them and kissing Mary with her own juices. I repeated this a number of times, slowly inserting my fingers deep into Mary, once, twice, then back out for me to taste.
Brandi came out with a bottle and 3 glasses, and poured us all a drink. I stepped back from Mary for a second, and looked at Brandi in her kimono. I grabbed a glass and handed it to Mary, still leaning back with her engorged wet pussy open to the world. I then grabbed my own glass and said "Cheers!" holding my glass up in front of me. Brandi had to lean over to clink glasses, and I used my other hand to pull her tie open, her kimono opening to reveal she had done as asked. She wore nothing underneath.
Brandi's eyes widened fully, and she jumped a little bit, some spilling on Mary's thigh.
"oops!" Brandi said, and then, "You made me do this! I'll go get something to clean up!" and made to move off.
"Mom!" I grabbed her arm. "it's OK, I got this." I then stared at her, as I lowered my head down to Mary's thigh and sucked and licked the wine off of her. While I was there, I inserted my fingers and tasted again. After the second time doing this, I said, "Brandi, sit down next to Mary. Hold her hand, would you please?" I watched as Brandi sat next to Mary, and then lowered my head into Mary's essence and began to lap away. Mary tensed and I heard her mom gasp as Mary squeezed her hand. I continued to lick, moving from inserting my tongue, to flipping the tip at her clit, playing with her, getting her to the point of full bliss. I would take a look up now and again, and Mary was focused on me, either looking at me eating her or throwing her head back. Brandi was looking at Mary, specifically her face as she went through her throes.
I made two attempts at making this my dream scenario, and I started by reaching up to Mary's breasts around her hips and caressing them and squeezing her nipples. Mary made chipmunk noises. "You like that, having your nipples played?"
"mmm hmmmm"
"While I eat you out?"
"Oh god yes"
"Yeah, I know you like those nipples." My amazing bedroom talk on full display, I can't even make a coherent sentence when I get this excited.
She didn't respond, probably to avoid laughing, and I continued to rub the nipples and lick, and then I pulled my hands away and focused on her clit. "Yeah, rub those nipples!" I said, thinking Brandi might reach over, but I see Mary grab her own instead and started twisting them. Brandi just kept looking at Mary's face. Well, that didn't work. Maybe I'll try Mary.
I waited until I caught her eye and we made eye contact. I glanced over at Brandi and nodded my head, like "Go get her!" Mary just looked at me weird and questioning. I made a kissy face sound on her labia and nodded my head towards her mom. And then kissed her clit again and pulled back. Mary nodded that she understood. I started watching, my tongue literally hanging out waiting to see them kiss and where that might lead. Mary turned to her mother and made a kissy face and leaned in. Brandi kissed her on the lips, SMACK! Like kissing grandma goodbye. Mary turned her attention back to me, and I made a grumpy face and grunted a bit into her pussy, so she could feel it but not hear it. I then jerked my head towards Brandi, and then started Frenching her pussy, getting my tongue as far in her as possible, swirling it around inside her hole. I then looked at her and nodded towards her mom.
"Make me cum, Kord," Mary said. "Please make me cum right now I am so ready."
I start really focusing on the things I know she likes the most, and the pace in which she likes them. She was moaning and encouraging me, "Yes, that's it, right there, yes, yes!" I closed my eyes and went to town, a bit disappointed that my two gambits had failed, but at least I got them next to each other while I sexed them. I focused on getting Mary to orgasm with my mouth and tongue, and did those things she liked, and I gauged her responses by her body movements and vocalizations. I was going to town on her and something wasn't right, but I couldn't figure it out, her body was moving all the right ways, but something was just off. I realized that she wasn't making any noise, and I glanced up over her growing bush and saw her facing her mom, forehead to forehead, her hands holding her mom's head to hers. I saw from her facial contortions that she was close to cumming. She was breathing heavy, her mouth open, just inches from her mom's mouth. Every few seconds, she would open mouth kiss her mom, no tongue, just a full mouth kiss, just for a quick second. It certainly wasn't a make out session, it was more of a shared moment of passion and physically connecting. It wasn't full on what I had hoped for, but it was a step in the right direction. I focused on finishing Mary off and brought her an orgasm, watching her start by whispering "I'm gonna cum, oh my god, I'm gonna cum..." to her mom, mouths inches apart, whispering her breath into her mother's mouth, Brandi breathing in Mary's exhalations. Somehow that was even more exhilarating than the physical kissing was, it was so much more intense and emotionally connected to see them share this moment, as Mary finally opened her mouth all the way open as she came, "I'm cumming!" Her eyes opened, and she stared straight at her mom, their eyes locked in a visual embrace. "Mom, I'm cumming! Oh, I'm cumming!" She kept her eyes open the entire time right until she started bucking against my face as she gushed below onto my chin. I was so ready, and I jumped up and inserted myself into Mary's wet pussy and within a few strokes, I was cumming deep inside my wife as she milked the cum out of my cock with her pussy muscles.
Normally, she would be ready to go again, or want to kiss passionately, or want me to go down on her again, but tonight she just caught her breath, holding her mom as she came down from the high of her climax. I fell back and rested my head on her thigh, looking at my two women enjoying a moment together. I said nothing, just watched as they made their connection, their first with a direct sexual element to it. Being present for that was awe-inspiring, seeing them together while the sexual act was happening, and their closeness afterwards. I thought for a second a ping of jealousy, being left out, but I realized immediately, with a bit of pride, that I had instigated this part of their relationship - that instead of simply sharing me, they were now sharing their pleasure together.
I heard Mary whisper. "I love you, Mom."
"I love you, too, honey," Brandi whispered back, followed by a kiss like Brandi had given me that night on the dance floor - soft, sensuous, and arousing. Mary returned the kiss, pulled her head back for a second, and then did it again, that same slow kiss, as if she were trying it out for the first time, which she very well might have been. I don't remember Mary and I ever kissing like that. They did this for a good 3-4 minutes, just holding each other, kissing now and then, staring at each other like virgin lovers, which I guess in a way, they were. Finally, Mary broke the spell, and smiled, "Well, THAT was something, huh?" The girls laughed the way girls do when they have been naughty, but they liked it. That broke the tension in the room, and we all smiled and laughed and felt inordinately comfortable with each other, our nakedness, our pleasure. While not the scenario I had hoped, it was a move in the right direction. At this point, I did not want to push anything, a nice line had been crossed, and I was happy with the results. We sat and watched a show and went to bed.