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Sexy mother- in- law story
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If there was an award for the sexiest mother-in-law, mine would win hands
down. She's got to be the sexiest woman alive! Karen is petite with
big tits and a firm ass just made for squeezing. At 45, she's hotter
than most women half her age, including my wife. A few months ago my
wife was ill and her mother came over to help out. The recuperation
period dragged out longer than we had hoped, but it was her refusal to
fuck me or even suck me off or masturbate me that was a real problem.
She's never
enjoyed sex that much anyway, and I suppose this was a
perfect vacation. After 2 months of celibacy, just the sight of my
mother-in-law was enough to stiffen my rod. I stared at women on the
street like a man just out of prison. One night after work in SF, I
stopped off at Brennans in Berkeley for a drink. You can imagine how
surprised I was when my mother-in-law slipped onto the barstool next
to me. Her light perfume floated past my vodka tonic and my pants
began to tighten. Karen asked me point-blank how I was managing
without sex for so long. I blurted out I was hurting and
unconsciously grabbed my cock to adjust its length to a more comfy
spot. She turned sideways and leaned forward, resting her arm on the
bar. I couldn't keep my eyes off her tits. They bulged forward out of
her low cut top, the nipples dark and suckably inviting me to forget
the vodka and take a draw on them. Karen glided her pink tongue out
of her mouth and slid it across her lips, moistening them but not
closing her mouth. She glanced at her watch and said she'd see me
back at the house. After she left I deflated enough to leave without
looking like a camera tripod. But by the time I pulled in the driveway,
I had a tremendous hard on and a pair of sore balls. She was waiting
in the hallway with a tight dress on that did little to conceal her
fantastic ass or those luscious tits. "Its about time you took care of
this" she said, sliding her hand into my slacks. I glanced down at her
hand pulling my cock out of my pants and stroking its hardness,
twitching in her fist. Kneeling down, her tongue quickly darted over
the thick purple knob of my cock. Instinctively, her lips circled its
circumference and tightened as they slid down the shaft to take me
completely in her mouth. On the upstroke, her lips dragged as her
tongue swabbed the underside of my prick, and not a touch of teeth
distracted me from that silky sucking mouth. I never had a chance...I
half-heartedly tried to pull out but her sweet blow job drew me into
her. Her lips held me tight and then the giant rush from deep inside my
aching balls blew out of my cock into her hot mouth. Spurt after
spurt filled her mouth. Each time she gulped it down her throat
another load of cum filled her mouth to overflowing, shinily dripping
out the sides of her mouth and down her chin. Karen knelt in front
of me, servicing me in my time of need. Her dark nipples hard and
erect brushed against my pants. Pulling her up to the hallway table,
I quickly jerked her dress up over her hips and thank god she wasn't
wearing any damn panties because I crouched behind her and stuffed my
face between her spread-apart legs and swabbed her crotch from her clit
to her asshole in one intense stroke. Concentrating on practically
trying to shove my head up inside her from the rear, my tongue drove
inside her cunt and sucked out her juices to coat my mouth and face
like a glazed doughnut. Flicking my tongue-tip regularly but not
constantly across her clit, her body began to spasmodically twitch
in anticipation of each stroke. I spread Karens asscheeks with my
thumbs and encircled her pink asshole with my stiff tongue, then
plunged into its core, probing and twisting as she pushed back on my
face buried between her asscheeks. Grunting like an animal, she
hunched her hips back at me, her fucking actions matching my oral
service stroke for stroke. Burying my tongue in her pussy, the lips
wrapped around my mouth like a fresh clam, she squealed and squirmed
and suddenly sucked in air as my finger drove in her asshole to the
knuckle. Her juice oozed over my face as I continued to suck her off
in the hallway, not caring that the door was still partly open for all
to see. By now, I was hard as iron again. Standing up behind her I
grabbed her hips and plunged inside her from behind, raising her up
off her toes with the force of my intrusion. Repositioning herself on
her tip-toes to accept as much of my hard cock as she could, we fucked
like a couple of crazed weasels in heat. Her buttocks splayed open
for me to see my rigid pussy-juice soaked cock pulling out to the head,
hesitating for a second and then driving back in to that hot loving
pussy. Like her mouth, her cunt sucked me in like a vacuum. Reaching
up, I gave her bulbous tits a squeeze, Her nipples, as erect as a
babys thumb, rubbed against my palms. Karen planted her feet wider
and pushed back against my cock, taking just a little more of me into
her. Sliding back and forth on my thick shaft, her muscles tightened
around me, milking me, urging my second load of cum to shoot out of my
cock. I pulled and twisted her nipples harshly, and slapped her ass
as hard as I could, my palm marks glowing scarlet on her butt, but she
loved it--the pain and the reward all in one stroke! Now she begged
for my cum, begged me to fill her cunt with my hot thick sperm. I went
off like a rocket. Karen fell forward, still working her muscles to
draw the last drops after the spurts of cum stopped. We still get to
fuck occasionally when the time and place are right. My wife is still
not aware and for that matter is still "recuperating". To each his (or
her) own. I for one enjoy the thrill of the illicit and value its
spontaneous excitement.
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