My mother-in-law rose from the settee and crossed the room to fix me a drink.
She was still wearing her late-husband’s white dress shirt which had gathered above her hypnotically swaying ass revealing a tiny pair of black lace cami-knickers. She had unpinned her long, dark hair which was now curled around her narrow shoulders. She hadn’t removed her make-up and her eyes were heavily mascara painted and her pink lipstick shined wetly.
Returning to the sofa she sat down and drew her knees up affording me a tantalising glimpse of her long shapely legs and her satin encased pussy mound. She patted the cushion beside her in an invitation for me to be seated. Her dark eyes studied mine as I sipped the large brandy she had poured me. Still reeling with shock over my unplanned sexual encounter with my wife’s friend, Lauren, and her disclosure of my lovely Claire’s high-school whoring antics, I needed a drink.
“You look flushed, Phillip, dear,” said Anne. “Did you and Lauren get along?”
She arched an eyebrow in an expression that was both inquiring yet knowing.
“Yes, we did,” I whispered as if to myself, an image of my exploring mouth on Lauren’s white cotton-clad pussy popping unbidden into my mind.
“She’s been lonely since the divorce, Phillip,” Anne observed, patting my leg in reassurance, “I’m sure she appreciated spending some time with a handsome man and you know, Claire and Lauren have always been closer than sisters since they were little girls… What I mean is, if something happened between you and Lauren, Claire’s not going to have a problem with that, in fact, I think maybe she wanted her handsome husband to pay her friend some attention. Don’t feel guilty, Phillip.”
Leaning back on the settee I took a deep gulp of my brandy. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, was my wife’s mother telling me that my innocent wife had set me up with her friend? And was my mother-in-law in on this? What kind of people were these women who I’d previously thought were a perfectly normal family? And why had Anne still not mentioned the kinky and abandoned encounters that she and I had shared both the previous night and again this morning?
My mind was reeling with conflicting thoughts of puzzlement and arousal. I felt in my pants pocket for my cigarettes. My fingers enclosed on the Polaroid photo I’d taken from Lauren’s house, an image of my tiny wife as a high-school girl, grasping two engorged fat cocks in her outstretched hands as she beamed at the camera. She was naked but for a cheerleader’s skirt, her young pert breasts drenched in the glistening ejaculations of several boys.
On impulse, I thrust the shocking photograph into Anne’s hand. As I did so, Lauren’s soiled and torn panties fell onto the floor.
I was flabbergasted by Anne’s reaction as she looked at the Polaroid. Her face broke into a wide and almost proud smile as she laughed softly. Now she looked into my eyes with a strange expression.
“She was such a naughty little girl,” her mother sighed, shaking her head in amusement. “But then I can see that you’ve also been a very bad boy…”
Here she hooked Lauren’s ruined panties upon her little purple-polished fingernail and waved them under my nose, the damp and odorous cotton dangling from her fingernail. Observing my stunned expression, Anne reached over and hugged me tightly.
“Don’t be such a prude, Phillip,” she whispered in my ear. “I know
you’re not a prude, Darling.”
Her hand dropped to my crotch and she gently squeezed my punished cock as she began to draw my earlobe into her mouth and nibble upon my ear. A moan of arousal escaped my lips as I felt myself harden yet again.
I helplessly pushed Anne back on the sofa with a forceful kiss as my tongue invaded her mouth. She kissed me back with a soft, sexy sigh. My hands hurriedly unbuttoned her shirt, uncovering a perfect set of full breasts whose nipples were already enlarging in unmistakable invitation. Pulling away from her face, I dipped my head to the breasts that had suckled my own wife and took one hard rosy tip between my teeth. Her loud cry of passionate pain spurred me on in my efforts and I began to chew upon her tit, my other hand roughly kneading her other breast, pinching hard at her erect nipple. She cried out again and I felt a hot hand scramble into my pants as she gripped my shaft and started to stroke me firmly.
Removing my hand from her bruised breast I reached to pull my sweatpants down my legs. Releasing her glistening tit from my mouth I drew my head backward and saw that she had drawn her knees high up on either side of my hips, her satin-wrapped mound was shiny with the wetness of her moist pussy and I could smell the sweet tangy aroma of her dripping sex. Inhaling deeply I felt the scent of her fill my senses and I pushed my shoulders beneath her raised thighs as I pushed forward, raising her ass from the sofa.
Balancing her legs upon my shoulders I reached down to pull her panties from her bottom and I forced them up her raised thighs. Pulling them up her legs until they were stretched like elastic and directly in front of my face I felt her hands grasp my ears as she pushed her ass further up off the settee. Her action caused her hungry pussy to brush against my straining cock as I felt myself ease past her furry entrance and enter that tight honey-pot.
Falling forward I pushed my face into the center of the soaked lace of her black panties, now stretched and straining between her parted legs as my cock also pushed deep into her raised pussy. For the first time, her-son-in-law’s cock entered Anne’s welcoming vagina.
Gripping the moist string of her knickers in my teeth, I thrust hard into her depths and was rewarded by a low moan of longing. Anne’s hands now steadied herself upon the sofa and she pushed herself upward to embed herself deeper upon my straining cock. I gripped her hands in mine and pulled them above her head and clamped them together in a tight grip. Leaning forward, still clamping her panties in my teeth I forced her legs ever upward as my nine inch shaft buried itself within her until my balls bounced against her high ass. Pulling out now until I could feel the cold air of the room on my thick cock, I heard her scream loudly as I thrust my full length deep inside her.
I began to bang my mother-in-law with a vengeance, pounding her hard as the knuckles of my free hand rubbed roughly at the top of her sex. Her trapped hands, gripped in my fist above her thrashing head began to clench and spasm and I felt a rippling sensation along my shaft as she quivered in orgasm. Her cries of pleasure were matched by my own grunts of passion as I groaned through the drenched panties tightly held in my mouth. I continued my now frenzied thrusts into the belly that had produced my gorgeous wife.
Anne cried out again as the head of my cock swelled further and began to pulse as I approached my own orgasm. I quickened my frantic pounding as I discerned words emerge from her panting mouth.
“Harder, Baby,” she panted. “Fuck me harder! Come in me, Phillip, fill my pussy, give me your come, Baby… Fill me up…”
Unbelievably, I felt her shake again and spasm as her pussy walls pulsed in another orgasm around my throbbing and thrusting tool. The sensation brought on my own come and I shot squirt after squirt of hot creamy semen into the center of my mother-in-law. Falling forward and spent, I released her captured hands and felt them creep under my tee shirt and embrace me tightly as her ankles crossed across my ass cheeks, pulling my softening cock further into her. I buried my face in her hair, listening to her deep breathing gradually slow.
“I’m going to bed, Sweetie,” she whispered. “You take care of yourself and I’ll see you tomorrow."
I guessed I dozed off on the couch. I awoke to find my night-dress clad Claire standing over me, her friend’s torn panties in one hand and the creased Polaroid of her youthful indiscretion in the other.
“You wanna tell me about Lauren?” she cooed coyly, swinging her friends tattered panties in her fingers.
“You want to tell me about that
?” I asked, nodding at the photo.
“ I can do better than that, Baby,” she purred. “Come into Dad’s study…”
She padded across the room as I followed her beautiful form with my eyes. She paused at the door and looked over her shoulder, her hair falling over her face.
“One of the football team videoed that party and I’ve got the tape. You wanna watch it?”
Picking up the brandy bottle and some glasses on the way, I followed my beautiful wife out of the room.
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