Don't mention the mother-in-law
I’ve heard all the mother-in-law jokes and I’m here to tell you that they’re not all old dragons who resent the marriage of their daughters. Mine was only too happy to plan the wedding and on the day very nearly eclipsed the bride.
If I tell you she’s would give Honor Blackman a run for her money. Her blonde hair is always perfect and her make-up subtle but striking. She always has a smile on her face.
All right. I fancied her! My wife, Helen, used to tease me about it when we screwed and I never dared tell her that I was really fantasizing about her mother.
We’ve been married for forty odd years now and have a beautiful 18 year old daughter. But I still had the occasional wank over Carol and pictured her naked.
It was just before Christmas that I went round to Carol’s place to deliver her presents. She usually has Christmas with us but this year she decided to go away to a hotel with her friend. When I knocked on the door, she opened it and looked really good. It was ten o’clock in the morning and her hair was perfect and her make-up was done and she wore a kimono.
“Come in, Dave,” she said. “It’s too bl**dy cold to stand out there.”
She led me through to the kitchen where fresh coffee was brewing and poured me a cup. We sat at the table and she examined the labels on the presents.
“You can open them before as you’re going away,” I said. She grinned at me and placed her beautifully manicured hand on mine.
“Don’t worry, love,” she said. “I’ll probably open them when you leave.”
She laughed and her kimono slipped showing a lot of breast. I was transfixed. She wasn’t a small woman by any means.
When I tore my eyes away she was looking at me.
“You like big tits?” she asked.
“I’m so sorry Carol,” I stammered. “I didn’t mean to…”
That really made her laugh.
“Course you didn’t. No man looks at a girl’s chest, does he?”
“Well, No. I mean, yes, of course he does but…”
“Don’t worry love,” she said. “I find it flattering. You can see it all if you like. Here!”
With that she pulled her top open and showed them to me. They were magnificent. Full and still firm and with hard, up-pointing nipples that jutted out proudly. She let me look for a while then pulled the material back over. A smile on her face and she took a sip of coffee.
“You ever played away from home, Dave?” she asked.
“What sort of a question is that to ask your son-in law?” I replied.
“One that deserves a truthful answer.”
There was silence for a while and it was Carol who broke the silence.
“I’ll take that as a yes then,” she said.
“Look,” I said. “It was once and a long while ago. I’ve never done anything again…”
“Don’t worry, Dave,” she said. “I’m not going to spill the beans. I was a real goer in my day. Helen‘s dad never knew about one of them.”
To say I was shocked is a severe understatement. I knew that she was a fun girl but it never crossed my mind.
“I don’t know what to say,” I said.
“Wish I was twenty years younger. I’d make sure I was number two,” she said and had a glint in her eye. “I’d make bl**dy sure you didn’t go short of it.”
“Carol! You’re my wife’s mother!”
“I’m still a woman,” she said. “Look.”
She stood up and opened her kimono and I was staring at her naked body. She looked bl**dy good. Her body was still firm and not wrinkled. A flat belly showed where she worked out at the local gym and, a special thrill to me, a smooth between the legs.
“Wow!” I said.
“You like?” she asked.
She reached forward and took my hand and placed it on one of her tits. It felt beautiful and I couldn’t help myself but squeeze. She gave a little moan and I looked up into her face. Her eyes were closed and the pleasure was written all over her. I wondered how far she would let me go and placed my other hand on the other breast. She covered them and f***ed them hard against her. I could feel the nipples and wanted to take them in my mouth.
“Carol, I…” I began.
“Ssshhh!” she whispered. “I haven’t had a man touch me for a few years. Let me just enjoy these few moments.
“Helen won’t know.”
And that was it. Helen won’t know. I knew I wasn’t going to stop til she stopped me. I bent forward and began to kiss the beautiful globes and she placed her hands on my head, holding me close.
And I sucked!
Then my hands began to roam. Her thighs were slim and well muscled and parted as I slowly advanced up between them. And I was there, her cunt lips were wet and parted to my touch as my fingers probed between them. She sighed and I found her hole and slid my middle finger all the way in. She writhed on it and moaned softly. That was enough for me. I stood and scooped her up in my arms. She was light and her arms were round my shoulders.
“Sir!” she said grinning. “What are you going to do with me?”
“I, my lady, am going to fuck the arse off you!”
“Then upstairs in the bedroom. The bed where George fucked your wife into my belly.”
I carried her upstairs and into the bedroom. It was the first time I’d been in there and against one wall was a big, brass bedstead and alongside, a full length mirrored wardrobe.
“Wow!” was all I could say.
“I like to see myself,” she said. “And I can’t wait to see that tight arse of yours going up and down on me.”
I placed her on the bed but she got straight off and slid the kimono to the floor and stood naked before me.
“This is my pleasure,” she said, her voice slightly thick with the lust that was obvious. “I want to strip you in fact just like I’ve stripped you in my mind over the years.”
I was stunned. She’d been lusting after me? Why. I’m nothing special.
Stepping close to me she unbuttoned my shirt and her lips worked on my neck and shoulders as she slid it off. Soon they were fastened to one of my nipples and she bit it. Not hard but just hard enough to make me wince. She looked up, smiling as her tongue worked on it the she switched to the other one. My shirt fell to the floor and as she sucked she was working at the belt of my trousers. It soon came free and she unfastened the waistband and lowered the zip. My trousers fell to around my knees and she knelt, her tongue tracing a line from my nipple to my navel which she circled gently going deeper with each circuit. Slowly and sensuously. All the while she was easing my trousers down and off one foot at a time. She was good, her fingers snagged each sock and it came away also. I was standing before my mother-in-law wearing a pair of very brief blue underpants and she was gently using her teeth on my belly as her fingers hooked either side of them. I was revelling in the feeling of being slowly stripped by this sensual and sensuous woman.
The elastic stretched and the pants slid over my buttocks and my rigid cock held them at the front. She sat back and eased the elastic down to the shaft and looked up again.
“Shaved?” she said. I nodded. “Helen’s a lucky girl.”
She pulled them further down and the elastic slid the length of my shaft and finally slipped of the knob and my prick bounced up to stand erect before this woman. She laughed with delight and I was soon out of all my clothes and expecting her to stand and lead me to the bed but she had other ideas. With her left hand she cupped my balls, squeezing them gently together, and with her right she took hold of the shaft and began to slowly wank me, her lips gently kissing the knob as it came into view from my foreskin. Soon she pulled it all the way back and her teeth gently grazed the glans as her tongue eased it’s way into the eye. Then, with a sudden movement, she engulfed it and I could feel it at the back of her throat, her tongue working along it and underneath it. She pumped her head back and forth and I moaned loudly. I love this but Helen never does it quite right. Carol did it perfectly.
“Please,” I moaned. “Please let me fuck you.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” she said giggling as she stood up and led me to the bed. “George and I bought this when we were married and apart from a new mattress it’s the same bed I’ve been fucked on for years.”
“Lucky George,” I said. She knelt on the bed and put her arms around me as I took my place next to her.
“It wasn’t only George,” she said and we kissed. A long, lingering, tongue wrestling kiss during which we lay down and she pushed me on my back. She straddled me and I felt her hand grasp my prick and guide it between her pussy lips. She was very wet and I was soon nudging her hole open as I entered her.
To my surprise, she was tight. Very tight and, although she had coated me with her juice, she moaned as it went in. I could feel every muscle of her gripping along my shaft and then her wet cnt lips tightly against my bald groin. And she began to ride me. Slowly and with great care, her cunt rising until it nearly lost my cock and then down again.
“Oh, Dave,” she sighed. “It’s been so long. So fucking long.”
“Surely a lady like you…” I began. She pressed a finger to my lips.
“I haven’t had a fuck for a good ten years,” she said. “Thought I would never get the chance again and now here you are and I’m going to ride you like you’ve never been ridden.”
Soon she was into her stride and I could feel all the little thrills of orgasmic pleasure flowing along my shaft and through my balls into my belly. Her pace was quickening and I could feel she was close to her orgasm.
“I’m not quite there,” I said.
“Don’t worry, I can cum over and over,” she panted.
My feet were planted firmly on her bed and my knees were raised and she rolled back against them like she was in a sexual armchair. I could see my cook deep in her cunt and her fingers came across and began a quick massage of her clit and within seconds, a huge spurt of juice shot out across my belly, chest and face. Another. And another. I’d heard of squirters and seen films and pictures but neither Helen nor the only other woman I’d ever fucked was one. Carol certainly was and I licked my lips tasting her sweet juice. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open in an orgasmic grimace as she watched and another gush shot out and over me.
That was all I needed. I groaned, arched my back and filled her belly.
“Oh, Yes, my lovely, Dave!” she cried. “Fill me up you fucking bastard. Fill my old cunt with your lovely spunk.”
I obliged and sank back on the bed and she fell on top of me and we kissed. Another long passionate kiss. After a while, she rested her head on my chest and we put our arms around each other. Still my cock was buried deep inside her and seemed to be staying hard. I liked it.
“Helen’s a lucky girl,” she said. “I’ve never had such a lovely fuck in my life.”
“Neither have I,” I said. “Your daughter could do with a few lessons from you.”
She put her head up and looked at me for a second, then gave me a quick kiss.
“Are you telling me I’m a better fuck than her?” she asked. I felt like I was betraying my wife but I answered.
“I’m afraid you are,”
“You don’t know how good that makes an old woman feel, to know she fucks better than her daughter. What about Kelly?”
“Carol! That’s my daughter. I wouldn’t know!”
“She ceased being your daughter when she turned eighteen. Now she’s a horny healthy young woman. Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about her.”
“You are evil,” I laughed more from the fact I didn’t want to answer.
“George did about Helen, you know.” she said. “got to a point where he couldn’t come unless he had her in mind. Used to spy on her in the shower and tell me all about what he’d like to do to her.”
“And you were ok with that?”
“Yes,” she said. “She had a great body and I’d have liked to do things with her too. Did the two of you fantasize about me?”
“Frequently,” I replied. “At one time Helen said I should go and fuck you as I seemed to want it so much.”
“And now you have.”
We laughed and with that laughter our bodies began to writhe again.
“This time I want you to fuck me,” she said. “I want to be taken like a whore. I want you to be filthy with me. To be as dirty as you possibly can be. And if you’re really good you can have a treat.”
“There’s only one treat I want,”
“And that is?”
“I want you to squirt into my mouth.”
She laughed. “We have similar minds. That was the treat.”
We fucked. Long and hard and she was as good as her word and came in my mouth. Not once, but twice to make sure I liked it.
I haven’t the faintest idea how I’m going to explain to Helen why I keep popping round so often, to see her mother and if Kelly ever finds out about the hidden camera my life probably wont be worth living but fuck it. Carole and I love the videos.