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Like Daughter, Like Mother (Episode II)

Phillip attempts to keep both his wife and her mother satisfied...
Episode 2

I awoke alone in the big bed and as the morning light streamed through the windows I thought for a split-second that I had been dreaming. It must have been a dream! Nobody, but nobody, fucks his wife then ass-fucks his mother-in-law and then sticks his filthy cock into his wife’s beautiful face! What sort of an animal was I? And what if Anne said something? Christ, where was Claire? What if they were downstairs discussing the whole damn thing right now?

As the horror of what I’d done, albeit mistakenly, began to dawn upon me the en-suite bathroom door opened and my beloved wife emerged from her shower, naked apart from a towel she was using to dry her hair.

“Hey, Soldier-Boy,” she smiled, “You were quite the cavalryman last night, weren’t you darling?”

Her face hidden by the towel I could see that her tiny nipples were still slightly engorged by the attention I’d lavished upon them, and as she moved toward the vanity table I couldn’t help but see that her pussy lips, normally invisible until she was quite aroused were now peeking from beneath her neatly trimmed dark little bush. Incredibly, I felt my cock beginning to stir beneath the bedclothes as my gaze fastened upon her invitingly visible womanhood.

“Baby,” I asked, “are you okay down there? You look a little sore darling…”

Claire moved toward the end of the bed, resting her arms against the bed-board, the effect causing her pert little tits to bob temptingly as I moved in bed to disguise my now rigid erection.

“Well if I AM sore we both know who’s fault that is, mister,” she grinned. “I dunno what it is about this old house but you always bring out the whore in me whenever we stay here!”

God help me but I couldn’t resist. Throwing back the duvet to reveal my now angrily rampant 9”, I growled, “I can bring out the whore in you now Missy if that’s what you want…” 

(What was I thinking? Minutes before I was contemplating the end of my marriage to the only woman I’ve ever truly loved or wanted and now I was playing flirtatious games like I hadn’t spent a significant portion of the last eight hours buried deep in her mother’s ass!)

In my defence I’ve got to say that I love and adore my wife. Barring last night, and if you don’t count a stags-night blow-job from a stripper in Nevada as my drunken friends clapped and counted time, (I lasted 96 seconds, apparently), I’d NEVER been unfaithful to Claire and I worshipped her in every way.

“Dream on, darling,” laughed Claire, moving back to the vanity table and sitting down. “I’m meeting Lauren for brunch today, you know Lauren, she was at Don’s funeral, my best girlfriend from the cheerleading squad? She’s just had a new baby boy and we’re gonna go and have a girly, wine fueled lunch. Today I want you to make a fuss of Mama and I’ll see you this evening when I get home…”

At this she turned her face from the mirror and gave me a lascivious wink.

“Maybe then you can make a whore of me…”

I watched her do her make-up, her concentration fascinating and unfathomable, then she scrunched her damp hair, before stepping into some tiny panties in powder blue that I didn’t think I’d seen before. I was just as flattered as concerned as, watching in the mirror, my beauty winced slightly as she rearranged her bruised labia so as not to stress the front of her panties. She donned a matching half-cup bra and petrol blue nylons before stepping into a cream summer dress that made my wife look all of 20 years old…

“I look nice?” she asked.

“Come here.” I groaned.

“ Later Tiger,” she whispered, “I ‘ve left a present underneath your pillow…”

And she blew me a kiss and waved goodbye as she left the room…

“Make a fuss of Mama…..” Oh my God! I turned over in our bed and both hands moved to pull a pillow over my guilty head. My left little finger caught on a wisp of damp cotton and as I turned around to face the ceiling I realised that my kinky wife had left her soiled panties from last night under my pillow for my solitary pleasure.

Smiling at my little bitch’s forwardness I brought the fragrant damp silk of my dreamgirl’s unmentionables to my nose and mouth. The mere scent, my own stale come and her own unique aroma, which always reminded me of fresh pineapple, stiffened my cock once again. Sniffing and licking and lost in the moment, my hand clamped hard around my rigid cock and I began to stroke.

Remembering… Claire pulling up her skirt last night, her frantic hands tearing off her panties, her quick come as my fat cock entered her in her parent’s bed, her suede boots, (she called them her ‘fuck me’ boots) scratching at my thighs, the sight of my crusted come at the tops of her stockings, the girly way she wiped her hand across her cum-stained mouth as she looked up at me with those adoring eyes….

I pulled her dirty panties away from my mouth and down as I concentrated on cumming hard into her silken precious… I was ‘seconds away’, as boxers say, when the bedroom door opened and Anne, my wife’s widowed mother, whom hours before I had inadvertently anally violated, appeared in a kimono nightgown carrying a breakfast tray…

“ Good morning, Phillip darling, or should I say ‘Good Afternoon’, she said, perching herself alongside the bed as she placed a covered breakfast tray on the bedside.

The split in her kimono parted daintily as she sat, exposing a creamy expanse of white thigh and a snippet of snow-white lace from what looked like a pair of French knickers. I frantically averted my eyes and tried to hide my rampant erection, by now wrapped in her daughter’s ruined underwear. Drawing up my legs to camoflage the obvious bulge in the duvet I clumsily upset the breakfast tray causing coffee and orange juice to stain the Egyptian cotton snow-white cover.

“SHIT!” I exclaimed as Anne instantly snatched back the bed-cover to prevent further damage, thus revealing my silk-wrapped semi-hard on.

My gaze flashed from my exposed tool to my mother-in-law’s shocked expression as her own eyes widened with astonishment. Her mouth had opened to form a perfect O shape as she stared in fascination at my manhood.

Incredibly I began to stiffen under her unabashed scrutiny of my cock, Claire’s fragrant panties falling away from my shaft and dropping onto my scrotum.

“Oh my God, you’re huge….” Anne whispered as if she were talking to herself. “And I took that in my…. Oh my God…”

I noticed she still hadn’t taken her eyes off my crotch and attempting to retrieve the situation I pushed myself up to a sitting position in bed. Annoyingly, the movement merely ensured that my now iron-hard cock pointed firmly at the ceiling, swaying slightly like a tree in a gale.

Trying desperately to think of a single thing to say that might get me out of this excruciatingly embarrassing situation I saw that Anne’s right hand had begun a slow-motion movement in the direction of my penis. As her fingers moved to touch the tip of my rod I noticed, ridiculously, that her purple nail-varnish was an almost perfect colour match to my heavily swollen cock head. I remained spell-bound by the unreality of the situation, unable even to speak as her gentle hand reached out to caress my mauve dome. Like a woman in a trance she brushed her fingers lightly over the skin of my inflamed helmet, her eyes still locked upon my engorged member. As she closed her fingers around the object of her rapt attention my cock twitched at her tremulous embrace.

Encouraged by my reaction she began to stroke softly along its considerable length. My unruly rod began to pulse under the cool rythmic fingers of my wife’s mother and I felt my eyes close unconciously as I released myself from any thought other than the exquisite pleasure I was receiving.

Lowering myself back into a supine position on the bed I at once heard a swoosh of silk as Anne divested herself of her kimono and at the same instant I felt my adored wife’s discarded panties bunch under my ass. No, this was wrong, this was so wrong.

Eyes still closed I opened my mouth to ask Anne to desist from this sacrilige but the sound that emerged was a throaty groan as I felt a hot and hungry mouth sink onto my errant cock. My natural instinct was to push myself deeper into that molten cavern and as I did so I heard a muffled moan of passion from my tormentor, her hand now moving solidly up and down my throbbing tool as her throat drank me deeper and deeper with every stroke.

By now she had climbed upon the bed and was positioned above me, her knees on either side of my head and her tits brushing my stomach as she continued her bobbing motion on my rod.

Opening my eyes I was greeted with the sight of a bright pink and aroused pussy peeking from a raven thatch through the wide leg of her French cut panties, and I simply couldn’t help myself. Leaning forward and pulling away the now soaked seam of the knickers I dipped an exploring tongue into the pussy that had given birth to my own beloved Claire. And God help me but she tasted just as beautifully sweet as her darling daughter.

An anguished and almost agonised moan from Anne incouraged me to delve deeper and as I did so my mother-in-law’s strangled wailings began to increase in volume. Instinct had by now taken me over and both my hands were roughly kneading Anne’s voluptuos breasts as my tongue lapped at her dripping pussy from clitoris to her still swollen asshole. My attentions were causing her to moan loudly and lewdly now as she continued to give me head, her keening cries causing my already explosive cock to pulse in anticipation of a climactic release.

Frustratingly, as my lips finally moved from furiously kissing her asshole to invading that forbidden glory hole with the tip of my tongue she lifted her head from my trembling cock and uttered a low, lioness sigh. A shudder rocked her entire body as I felt her head collapse between my legs. For a moment we were both still, the silence only broken by her heavy breathing as her heart continued to pound. As my eyes flickered open I gazed upon her beautiful ass and once again thought how incredibly identical she was to my own wife.

In the calm after that storm I had a moment to think. I can end this now and we can pretend like none of this ever took place, I decided. A grieving woman isn’t really responsible for her actions and we could both walk away from this now and never aknowledge that it had happened. I loved Anne, I really did but I loved her as my wife’s mother and my marriage was the most important thing in the world to me. Yes, Anne was an incredible fuck and a white-hot piece of ass but my Claire was my entire world.

As these thoughts assembled in my mind I realised that my hands were still softly caressing my mother-in-law’s ample tits. I ceased my attentions immediately and steeled myself to say what needed to be said. And in the second I came to that decision I felt a kitten-like lick upon my scrotum.

My eyes rolled back in my head as Anne gently sucked one of my balls into her warm wet mouth. Her right hand once again fastened itself around my still-hard member as she began to purposefully jerk me off, her mouth transferring her attention to my second enlarged teste.

Helpless in this pleasure I drew my hands underneath my head and let loose a cry of pure lost lust. As if on cue, I felt a pair of full lips descend over my cock head as she started to suck upon me like a woman possessed. Once again her massaging hand kept pace with the movement of her head and within seconds I could feel the build-up deep within my balls. I came with a gasp and spurted, again, and then again deep into Anne’s greedy throat as she gulped and swallowed and swallowed once more.. And in that moment of undeniable bliss I thought that surely I was now destined for some kind of terrible hell.

I must have blacked out for a time because when I woke up I was alone in the room. Except this time I wasn’t able to kid myself that I had been dreaming. The cotton duvet bunched at the end of the bed was stained with coffee and orange juice. An upset breakfast tray had spilled a plate of pancakes and bacon across the polished wooden floorboards.

And on the right-hand side of the bed, the side where Anne had sat as she first saw my erect cock as I attempted to jerk off into her daughter’s panties was a large damp patch. I wiped my fingers against the wetness and brought the scent to my nose. And smelled fresh pineapple. Just like her daughter. As I licked the scent off my fingertips I heard a screen door crash downstairs.

“ Phillip we’re home,” called my angelic wife. “I can’t belive you’re not up yet you lazy thing, come and say Hi to Lauren, Mom’s making Irish Coffees!”

Episode

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Comments(11)

pussypounder39
Posted 04 Aug 2012 15:17
Can't wait to read the next chapter!!
Frank
Posted 28 Dec 2011 19:56
Nice !
olblueyes
Posted 10 Nov 2011 17:35
this is a fun and erotic read!! upsetting the b'fast tray is right out of laurel & hardy!! very funny!!,,,well written and very hot!! a 5 of course!! i like this series very much!!
dustydud
Posted 14 Jul 2011 11:29
Great story it keeps getting sexier with episode
Pelicanbill
Posted 07 Jul 2011 15:28
You are like a fine wine - increasingly better with each episode
nazhinaz
Posted 06 Jul 2011 02:57
Love your narration & the thoughts to save the marriage inspite of the sexual attention.
KTcarver
Posted 10 Mar 2011 20:34
Very hot story.
equipator
Posted 26 Jan 2011 12:41
gettin in deeper and deeper. what the hell go for it. its great
iceman
Posted 24 Jan 2010 19:11
Keep going, please! This is so hot.....
billybudd42000
Posted 23 Jan 2010 06:39
Outstanding. Bill
grassmanross
Posted 22 Jan 2010 15:24
I love this story. Please keep going and soon. Very hot.
 

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