Dinner

Martha sat across from him, her legs crossed, her foot gently touching his calf under the table. She knew what she wanted, and she wasn't going to let anything get in the way of that.

As they ate, Martha made small talk, asking him about his job and how he was finding life in the city. But all the while, her mind was focused on what Liza and Gary were doing.

Martha imagined her daughter's slender body writhing in pleasure underneath Gary's bulky frame, their moans of pleasure mingling together as they fucked each other senseless. She could almost feel Gary's cock thrusting inside her, filling her up with his hot, thick seed.

Martha couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as she thought about Liza and Gary fucking each other. She had never been with Gary herself, but always boasted that he was a skilled lover (how can a man so sexy not be?) and that he was the best sex she had ever had.

Martha’s mind filled with filthy thoughts. She wished that she were experiencing the pleasure of Gary's body for herself.

As she ate, Martha couldn't help but let her hand wander down to her pussy; she traced her fingers over her clit, making herself shiver with pleasure.

She let out a soft moan as she imagined Gary's tongue on her.

She caught Mike's gaze and smiled at him; her eyes widened as she slowly slipped two fingers inside her wet cum-filled pussy.

Mike's eyes narrowed as he watched her reaching under the table, but he couldn't look away. 

Martha slid her chair to the side, allowing Mike to get a better view of what was happening under the table.

Martha, naked from head to toe in the same room as her son-in-law, her bare leg slowly and deliberately spreading, her hand up to her mouth, slipping her fingers between her lips. Martha sucked down over her fingers before, with saliva dripping from them, took them from her mouth and took them to between her wide thighs.

Mike watched, mesmerised.

She smiled at him and then slowly began to move her fingers over her clit.

Mike watched as Martha's fingers moved in slow circles, her breathing becoming shallow and ragged as her pleasure built.

Martha let out a low moan, her hips bucking slightly as she shifted to the edge of the chair. She imagined Gary sitting across from her.

Martha kept her eyes on Mike's, her fingers moving faster and faster as she bit her lower lip, suppressing a moan.

The tip of her index finger touched her clit, and she let out a low gasp, her hips shuddering slightly under her touch.

Martha glanced at his hardening cock; she smiled in satisfaction at the reaction she was producing from her son-in-law. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, allowing her creative mind to wander from her performance for Mike to her daughter’s current adventures.

She was lost in her fantasy, thinking about her daughter's scream of pleasure, Gary ploughing his cock deep inside her, and Liza's breasts bouncing with every thrust from Gary. Martha imagined Liza wrapping her legs around him, pulling him deeper and deeper inside of her.

Martha moaned loudly, unable to hold it in as she imagined her daughter's slick pussy being filled up by the thick, seed-filling cock of Gary.

Her fingers moved faster and faster over her swollen clit, her body trembling from her touch and her wild thoughts.

She clenched her eyes shut, her back arching as she moaned, lost in the pleasure of visions that flooded her brain. In reality it was Gary she wanted to be across from her, watching her. Martha reminded herself this was for her daughter, and it was Mike who was here in the flesh; why not use him for Dick? And if she could make it better by imagining him as Gary, so be it.

With a loud groan, Martha collapsed back into her seat, her body wracked with the power of her earth-shaking climax. As she waited for it to pass, her thoughts returned to the erotic tale she had painted in her mind, filled with images of Gary and Liza entwined in passion and lust.

An idea filled Martha along with a renewed sense of erotic excitement.

"I want that dick in me now; I can't wait anymore. Give me that fucking dick! Make me cum all over it; make me scream your house down," Martha told him. She said it for Mike to hear, but it was said for Gary.

Martha stood, her body still trembling with pleasure as she reached down and pushed the plates and glasses along the table, bending over the table and looking over her shoulder.

"Get over here, handsome," she teased as she wiggled her ass.

She could see how hard he was, the veins on his shaft standing at attention, hot blood surging to his cock, as he stood and stepped towards her.

Martha reached back and began to stroke him, her hand moving up and down his shaft. As she turned away from him, her mind told her it was Gary standing at attention at her rear.

Martha felt his tip brush her entrance. "Motherfucker," she muttered to herself. She yearned for the pleasure of that big cock filling her up slowly, slowly grinding on her.

"Fuck me silly. Do to me the things you can’t do to your wife," Martha whispered onto the hard surface of the table.

She bit her lip, feeling him pressing into her, the tip of his cock forcing itself inside of her, expanding her pussy walls as he entered.

"You like that?" she asked, moaning as she pushed herself back onto his cock.

She closed her eyes, her lips pursed, as she felt his thick, veiny shaft fill her completely. Her body twitched, her muscles tightening around him as he pulled her back onto him, slowly but surely. The satisfying slap of their skin echoed through the room as he rammed the final third of his cock into her.

His fingers were firm on her hips, gripping them as he slowly withdrew before pushing back inside her; again, his thrust rammed her just before bottoming out.

Martha gasped, feeling him fill her up, harder and deeper every time. She loved how he felt inside her; his dick was adding to her fantasy.

"Fuck me, you big hung stud," Martha gasped.

She groaned with every thrust, the sound of her pleasure filling the room.

She pushed herself back against him, meeting him stroke for stroke, feeling the satisfying slap of their skin as his hips smacked against her ass.

"Disrespect me; fuck me like you want to fuck my daughter." Martha moaned.

"Oh god, yes," Martha cried out, her pleas for more getting louder and louder with every thrust. Her pleasure was building up inside of her, her muscles tightening in anticipation.

Martha felt him grip her hips harder, pulling her back onto him with more force as he fucked her. His hips violently smacked against her ass cheeks, the sound of their flesh clapping together in rhythmic sync.

"Fuck me in the ways you always wanted to fuck your wife," Martha cried out, her pleas for more getting louder and louder with every thrust. Her pleasure was building up inside of her, her muscles tightening in anticipation.

Without hesitation, he pulled out and spun Martha around. "Is that what you want, to see how I have always wanted to fuck your daughter?" He snarled, gripping her chin and the back of her head, tilting it to face his own.

"Yes," she sneered, settling into his decisiveness.

Her nails dug into his back as he kissed her deeply.

Their mouths locked, his tongue darting inside her mouth as he kneaded her ass.

Mike’s fingers were in her hair; he pulled her head back and broke their kiss.

He smirked as he looked into her eyes, his hands gripping her tighter.

"Open your mouth," he told her.

Martha did; as soon as her mouth was wide, Mike spat into it.

"You want to see how I want to fuck Liza?" Mike's voice was low and dangerous as he pinned her arms to her side.

Martha's heart raced with excitement; a thrill of pure pleasure ran down her spine as she nodded, almost breathless.

"Then beg for it," he demanded.

Martha gritted her teeth. "Fuck me, cum inside me, and treat me like the whore you've always wanted to fuck."

Mike growled, his grip on her body tightening even more. "I'm going to fuck you so hard." 

He lifted her, setting her down on the table with a gentle but firm plop.

With a sly grin, he spread her legs apart, showing her how easily he could access her wet pussy.

He went in for a kiss, catching her bottom lip between his teeth before letting it go. Martha's breath hitched as she felt his hand slip down to her sex, rubbing her swollen, wet lips. She moaned, her body writhing under his touch.

"This is how I want to fuck your sweet daughter!" Mike said before lifting her legs over his shoulders.

Martha moaned as she felt the head of his cock pressing against her entrance.

"You bad, bad boy," Martha whispered, reaching up to touch his chest. Mike thrust into her with a growl, the force of his thrust spreading her open wide. Martha cried out as he buried himself to the hilt, his balls slapping against her ass as he bottomed out inside her.

"That's right, I'm going to fuck you where and when I like," Mike snarled, pulling back and slamming into her again.

Martha gripped the edge of the table, her nails digging into the wood as Mike's powerful thrusts sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Martha's pussy pulsed around his thunderous cock, milking every inch as he pounded her relentlessly. 

With her legs draped over his shoulders, Mike held her hips tight as he fucked her, hard.

In and out, his balls slapping against her ass with each aggressive thrust. Martha reached down to squeeze her engorged clit, her inner walls spasming uncontrollably; she began to plead for more.

Martha fell back onto the table, her tits roaming up and down as her son-in-law fucked her.

Martha held firm to the table to hold their position while Mike’s hand began to squeeze her tits before pinching her nipples.

He started fucking her with wild abandon, slamming into her over and over, his hips smacking her ass cheeks in a loud rhythm. The room was filled with the sounds of slapping skin, gasps, and moans. Martha could feel herself getting closer to another orgasm as she begged him to fuck her harder.

She gripped the table tighter, feeling the pressure build up inside of her, her muscles tensing as she prepared for the release.

"Fuck me," Martha whispered as she ground herself into his thrusts, her pleasure building up inside of her and her body shaking from the intensity.

Mike continued to pound into her. "Call yourself a slut," he told her.

"Climb onto my fucking cock like the dirty, used pussy you are."

"I'm your whore, your slut to use how you like," she told him.

Martha let out a gasp as she heard these words. She wasn't sure if she was embarrassed or turned on by them, but her body betrayed her. As she met his drink-filled eyes, she asked for more.

"Climb onto my fucking cock like the dirty used pussy you are," Mike said as he pulled out and sat back on the chair.

Martha unsteadily stood up and straddled him. As she lowered down, she looked into his eyes.

"Come on in, get your filthy whore juices all over my cock," he said as she settled herself onto his stiff cock.

Martha began to ride him, her hips gyrating wildly as she slid up and down on his cock.

She moaned as she felt herself getting closer, her body shaking as she approached another orgasm. Helplessly, she eased herself off his cock as she screamed out, releasing a torrent of cum that coated Mike’s penis as it slid out from inside of her.

"GET back on my cock, slut." Mike told her, "I'm not done with you yet."

Martha did as she was told, eagerly straddling him once more. She bit her lip as she slowly lowered herself back down onto his cock, fighting the sensitivity of her sudden orgasm.

Martha moaned as she began to ride him again, her hips gyrating in time with her moans.

"That's right." Mike sneered.

"Don't you dare pretend you're better than anyone, like you're not just a dirty and filthy whore. You love it; you love every second of being my whore."

Martha let out a low, deep moan.

"I love it," she panted. "I love being your dirty little whore."

She began to ride him harder, grinding her hips down onto his as she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her hard nipples into his sweaty chest.

She moaned, wordlessly begging for more as Mike's thick cock slid in and out of her wet, hot pussy.

"You're a fucking wet mess," Mike growled, pulling her hair to one side so he could suck the base of her neck. His mouth moved up to hers, devouring her lips in a frenzied kiss as he fucked her even harder.  Martha slammed herself back down onto him, meeting his thrusts with equal ferocity. 

"When I come inside you, you’re going to get off and clean us off my cock while it’s still hard," Mike said, "and you’re going to do it while thanking me."

Martha, knowing that she would do anything to please Mike and keep his mind off Liza, said this was for Gary and Liza's future.

With renewed vigour, Martha rode him relentlessly, her moans growing in intensity as she came closer and closer to the edge. Mike grunted, his thrusts becoming rougher as he fucked her with all the strength he could muster. Martha's body was glistening with a sheen of sweat, her tits bouncing wildly as she rode him.

"Fuck yes, you feel so good inside me; once you finish inside my whore pussy, I want to clean myself off you. If you let me," she moaned, her nails digging deeper into his back. "Please".

Mike let out a low growl as he felt the walls of her pussy clench around him. "You like that, you dirty little slut? You love asking me and thanking me," he sneered, gripping her hips and pulling her down onto his cock even harder.

"Yes, thank you for fucking my filthy cunt," Martha gasped. "Thank you for giving me every inch of that cock."

Mike growled at her words, his hips thrusting up and down, driving his cock as deep into her pussy as he could go. "I'm going to fill you up," he said. 

Mike began to cum inside of his mother-in-law's pussy.

It was a massive explosion that Martha could feel filling her up, coating her insides. Her whole body trembled as she felt him empty himself inside her. Martha was happy helping herself to the fresh stream of cock milk that filled her satisfied womb.

After several breath-catching seconds, Mike looked at her. "Clean up time, bitch."

Martha lifted herself off of him, feeling his cum dripping from her still-used pussy. She knelt down before Mike, staring up into his eyes as she moved her face to just shy of his glistening cock.

"Please, can I lick us off of your magnificent cock, SIR??" she asked.

"You may, SLUT…" Mike gave permission.

Martha stuck out her tongue and began to slowly lick the still hard shaft from his cum-filled balls all the way back up to the head of his cock.

"We taste so yummy; thank you for letting me clean you," she told him as she looked up at him, making eye contact. She could see the small droplets of cum that had escaped her pussy, staining Mike's shaft. Martha smiled, reached down and took hold of her full tits and squeezed them together. She moved forward, taking the engorged cock back into her mouth. Her tongue swishing around it, cleaning every inch of it.

"Thank you for letting me wipe your cock down with my mouth; my filthy cunt can make such a mess," she teased.

When finished, she pulled back and looked up at the satisfied face of her son-in-law.

"You taste sooo good," Martha said as she crawled closer and sat on his lap.

Martha tried to kiss him. Mike pulled back. "I don't kiss filthy mouths."

Martha wondered if her daughter ever cleaned Gary's cock; maybe she should offer.

Smiling at her dirty thoughts, she slipped off Mike's lap and onto the floor, grabbing Mike’s limp cock in her mouth and cleaning it up one last time for practice with Liza and Gary.