That was this summer. I had very long relationship and last year i got ridden of it. So I sex occasionally wit various girls till then. One night this September I was very very tired of everything. Job went finally better and some private investing also, but I had being working for 14 hours a day at time. It was About 1 am in the morning and was just went of from long shower and about to lay down on my bad.The voice from the other side of cell phone was very pleasant, some kind of baby talking voice. Voice said" Annnn' what what do want from me now?...LOL.. i said "who is this?&... Continue»
Louise and I just looked at each other. She was totally spent, and I was as horny as I was 45 minutes earlier.
Then the phone rang. I picked it up and handed it to my mother in law. Her son Mike, a civil engineer, was being sent home early from a road job because of thunderstorms.
“Thought I’d come by on my way home. Is there anything you want from the supermarket?”
Louise wanted desperately to stall him, as he worked just 15 minutes away. “How about milk?”
“You had more than half a gallon in your fridge two days ago.”
My b*****r in law chuckled, “Forget the groceries, I’ll be over in 15 minutes.”
So much for completing our fun little adventure.
Louise went upstairs to shower. If it were up to me I would have never washed my face again, so much did my mother in law’s cunt juices turn me on. But I did eventually have to go home and face my wife...
“Hey b*o, good to see you,” my b*****r in law greeted me. “Where’s mom, and what the fuck smells so bad in here? It’s like a mushroom cave!”
A few days later my wife gave me a big hug. “I don’t know what you said to my mother, but she’s like a new woman!”
We were due to visit Louise’s dear neighbors that weekend for their annual 4th of July barbecue and pool party. I looked forward to this with a sense of dread, as I knew I’d see Louise in her bathing suit and that might make me cum right there in my trunks.
Everything went well, though. Babs and Steve Germain were great hosts, six or seven years younger than Louise. Babs was not ashamed to wear a two-piece bathing suit, nor should she have been. She was statuesque and shapely, but tomboy-like. Louise had told me that Babs was “wild” in her youth, whatever that meant.
As we were about to leave Louise took me aside. “Listen, I want to talk to you again this week. Can you come over?”
As soon as I got home I rushed into the bathroom and stroked my cock until I came in the sink, fantasizing about that hot, 70-year-old pussy that I was about to taste again. Or so I thought.
When I got to her house Tuesday afternoon Louise was dressed in a different robe, something shorter and flimsier, and was barefoot. I ran my hand over her ass as she hugged me hello, and could feel she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“I’ve made a list,” she said, seriously.
We sat down in the living room, separated by a few feet on her sofa. Louise tucked her legs under her and handed me a piece of 3-ring looseleaf paper with writing on both sides.
“What’s this?” I asked, startled.
“Listen. As you know I was raised as a strict Lutheran. I’m 70 years old. There are lots of things, like...like sexual things I have never done, and I want to do them before it’s too late.”
I looked at the list. Crossed off at the top was “have someone touch my pussy,” “have someone lick my pussy,” and “have an orgasm.” Wow.
The list included about three dozen sex acts that most girls experience before they’re 17. Some items on the list surprised me, like “masturbate,” “touch a man’s penis,” “watch pornographic movies,” “have a penis in my anus” and “make love to a woman.” I was pleased that, in her inexperience, a wild streak was coming through.
“You mean you’ve never done any of these things?” I asked.
“Until two weeks ago, no, and as you can see those were just three little items.” As if having her son-in-law deliver a mind-blowing orgasm with his tongue was just a “little item.”
She looked sternly. “I need you to help me.”
“You can’t be serious, telling me you’ve never masturbated!”
“I was taught that masturbation was a sin, and I still believe it’s kind of wicked.”
I was both the luckiest guy on earth, and the most puzzled. I thought I’d come over to finish what we started ten days earlier. Instead, I was being recruited to be a sex counselor. Of course, under the circumstances, it could have been a lot worse.
I had a brainstorm.
“Is Mike’s wi-fi connection still working?” I asked. My b*****r in law sometimes brought his laptop over to work while taking care of Louise during her depression episodes.
“Yes. Why do you ask?”
I went outside to retrieve my laptop from my car. On my return Louise was in the same position on the couch, looking hot as ever, but still with the serious look. I logged in to XHamster and motioned for Louise to come closer. “What’s that?” she asked.
Louise watched attentively as I skipped around from one porn genre to another. “Oooh, that one is... interesting.” It was a movie of a woman about her age sucking on a 10 inch cock. I placed the laptop on the coffee table and made the movie full screen. Louise instinctively reached for her pussy but drew her hand up again. Masturbation was, after all, “wicked.”
I put my arm around her and began kissing and licking her neck. “Do me again,” she begged. “Lick my...my pussy like last time.” I wanted to so badly, but we had to get this step out of the way.
“No, I’m not going to touch your pussy. You make yourself cum.”
Opening her robe I spread her legs and guided her hand down to her moistened pubic area. Her frightened look told me that despite our first hot encounter she was very much a novice at such things.
I guided her hand gently back to her moistening cunt and kissed her deeply. Soon enough, Louise began rubbing her pussy and clit while I sucked on her tits and licked her armpits. As her strokes picked up I could hear the squishy wetness. When the movie ended I picked another, this time with two older women and a young stud.
“Are they lesbians?” she asked, referring to the women.
“Beats me. We’ll see.”
“Oh, she’s seducing the other woman,” Louise commented. That seemed to turn her on (lesbianism was, after all, on her list). Within a few minutes Louise was masturbating furiously, panting, drenched in perspiration. I licked the sweat from between her tits and kissed her again.
Unfortunately the movie was all about the guy. Not my favorite porn, but it enthralled my mother in law. I continued to nibble at her face and lips while stroking her wide open thighs.
“Do you like the movie?”
“Yes...yesss” she said breathlessly. “I want to do that.”
I guided her hand to my mouth and licked her fingers, then returned it to her pussy, feeling the musky, humid cunt. We kissed deeply as she ground her hand against her gaping cunt. I took her hand again, and this time put it up to her mouth.
“No...no...” she said. Although she refused to open her mouth she was not resisting with her hand. So after rubbing her cunt juice-soaked fingers over her lips and face we kissed again. She must have caught a tiny taste because, to my surprise, after frigging herself for about 10 seconds Louise began hungrily licking her fingers. “Yummmm....I didn’t realize...I didn’t know.”
“If you’re going to eat pussy you might as well get used to the taste.”
She smiled. “Yes I suppose.”
This entire time my cock was rock hard. At one point, when I lifted Louise onto my lap and cupped her droopy tits with both hands, her ass grinding against me, I came within a hair of cumming in my pants. I wanted desperately to take my cock out and feed it to her willing mouth (cocksucking was on page 2 of her list) but such was her need that the right moment never happened.
She turned her head and kissed me, our tongues hungrily seeking each other’s. As I massaged her nipples Louise cried out and came hard, in my arms, on my lap, bucking her hips, grinding her ass into my crotch. I could no longer take it and also came, spewing out a bucket full of cum into my underwear. We collapsed on the couch in each other’s arms.