Subject: Flirty Mother-In-Law
Story Codes: MF pett voy
Diary Date: February 3, 2012
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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It seems everyone asks me about goes on between my husband and his
mother. It's as if people expect that just because someone has sex with
her father that it means her husband must also be having sex with his
mother. That's just ridiculous. True, they DID do something ONCE, but
that was a really long time ago. Besides, what happened almost fourteen
years ago doesn't mean a whole lot now. Or does it?
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Past or Present?
Chapter 2 - Back With Steve Again
Chapter 3 - Just Flirting?
Chapter 4 - Just Fuck Me
Chapter 5 - What Next?
Chapter 1 - Past or Present?
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Back in the summer when I was just fourteen and eagerly waiting for my
first year of high school to begin, I would've been hard-pressed to
imagine myself today. That's not surprising though, is it? Really, what
adult can say they're doing today is anything like what they thought
they'd be doing back when they were fresh out of middle school?
Perhaps what's surprising is how many things ARE what I'd hoped they'd
be...
First and foremost, just as I had hoped for I'm now happily married to
the man of my dreams. Sure it took a few years longer than what I might
have figured, but better that then to rush into something that you later
regret. Besides, in this day and age being 27 no longer qualifies you
for old-maid status. While the two darling kids and cute house in the
suburbs with a large porch and classic white picket fence haven't come
about yet, I haven't lost hope. Second, I'm engaged in the career I've
always wanted - teaching. It's what I've wanted to do for as long as I
remember. While some girls posed in the mirror imaging walking down the
runway and others dreamed of being a nurse or even a queen, I was the one
giving lessons to my dolls. OK, so maybe I'm not working in the more
prestigious public school system where I thought I'd be, making the big
bucks with tenure and full benefits. Instead I'm blessed with a class of
wonderful kids who love their teacher in a healthy learning environment
supported by parents. That's not doing too shabby if I say so myself.
Finally, I have my family and friends and still am fortunate enough to
live in the city I love. Admittedly I never imagined back then that my
parents would be divorced, but at least they're still on talking terms
and I get to see them both regularly. Unfortunately I don't see my mom
nearly enough but with the wonders of modern technology it's not like we
aren't in touch almost daily.
Starting my fourteenth summer I was still a virgin - much to my chagrin.
It's hard to even imagine being a virgin now after having had sex with
hundreds of men (and plenty of women) since then. A skinny young teen
with boobs barely out of their training bra, I was totally self-conscious
when I compared myself with my friends who all seemed to be so much more
developed than me by then.
The idea that I would eventually surpass them and become the undisputed
class slut, doing some of the crazy things that I've done, was not
something I could even imagine. At the time the closest thing I'd come
to having sex was masturbating with my friends while we talked about the
hot boys in the neighborhood. Even then we never touched each other
except maybe to tease someone.
One of the boys responsible for more rubbing than any of the others was
the brother of one of my friends. Steve was sixteen at the time, about
to become a junior which made him appear so old and mature to a bunch of
newly minted freshman girls. Steve had quite the reputation for being a
lady's man and all of us would swoon if he so much as passed through the
room - his sister Sharon included.
To say that Steve didn't pay any of us a lick of attention would've been
an understatement of gigantic proportions. Not that anyone could blame
him. I mean, why should he care about a bunch of young immature girls
with no sexual experience when he could have the entire varsity
cheerleading squad (a collection of sluts if there ever was one) if he
wanted - and apparently did if any of the rumors were even half true.
So when Steve asked me out after a weekend campout at their family
camping club with me and a number of Sharon's other friends, you can
imagine how thrilled I was. Well, maybe you can't because I was out of
my mind with joy and excitement. I'd never even been on a real single
date yet and here the most sought after boy in school was asking me out!
Me, probably one of the least sexy and most immature girls entering high
school that year - at least that was how I saw myself. High self-esteem
was certainly not one of my better attributes at age.
I never would have dreamed (well, I DID dream but never really expected
anything) that he would ask me, not when there were other girls like my
best friend Beth who was already into a C cup and well on her way to an
eventual D cup who would have done anything to get him to ask them out -
and I do mean anything.
Other than a my dad's porn collection, I'd never seen a boy's hard dick
other than the little kids I'd babysat (Not a turn-on for me). Of course
there was my dad's but that didn't count as he was... well he was my DAD
and who gets turned on by their parents' nakedness? After all, isn't
that the stuff of most kids' "yuckiest" thoughts - their parents having
sex?
Fortunately my mom had already had "the talk" with me long before and a
number of follow-ups since then which eventually included a number of
tips and hints on what do. Still, it's a big leap from talking about
stroking dicks and actually having your fingers wrapped around one.
Do I even have to say that the LAST thing I was going to allow to happen
was for Steve to go home after our first date and tell all his friends
how I was afraid to do anything. What could be more embarrassing than to
have the sexiest boy in class label you a prude? So when Steve made it
clear to me that he wanted me to suck his dick, I did and without a
moment's hesitation (or at least that he knew about). Not even the fact
that we were in the middle of a darkened movie theater could deter me.
Nope, I was going to prove to him I could be as good to him as any of
those older girls. I even swallowed the first time he came in my mouth
although I have to admit it was more because I didn't know he was about
to do it than any conscious decision on my part.
It wasn't long after our first date that I willingly gave Steve my
virginity. When I say willingly, I mean like he could probably have had
it on our first date if he'd only asked! Once that dam (or should I say
hymen) was broken, it seemed like we were doing it all the time, taking
advantage of every chance we had. Thankfully my mom was just as excited
as I was about my new adventures and so there was no problem getting on
the pill right away. All she asked in return was for me to tell her
about everything as soon as I got home - in all the detail I could.
It didn't take long for the news to spread that Steve and I were doing
it. My friends were SOOOOO jealous, especially Sharon, which of course
was an enormous boost to my still fragile ego. The fact that Sharon was
just as horny for her brother as any of us seemed a little weird at first
but then who could blame her? Steve was an incredible sex partner and
ALWAYS ready it seemed. He could cum three times easy before even
thinking about having to take a break!
Many times we would have sex at one of our homes. It was far easier to
do it at my house because my parents didn't care what we did up in my
room. If anything they encouraged me to bring Steve home for sex as they
felt it was better for us to do it someplace safe and private like my
bedroom than in the backseat of a car or who knows where else - not that
we didn't do it in those places too. We had to be a lot more careful at
Steve's house but if anything that made it all the more exciting to do it
when his mom was home and didn't realize what we were doing.
Or so we thought.
The truth was, Steve and I were no different than any other young teenage
couple - thinking we were doing things our parents would never think
about and that they had no clue what was happening. The fact that they'd
been in our shoes once and did indeed know what was happening never
occurred to us. I suppose it was inevitable that eventually we learned
the truth...
One time we were messing around at Steve's when supposedly nobody else
was home. Even though I knew better, while Steve was fucking me I
could've sworn that someone else was around he assured me that we had the
place to ourselves so I just chalked it up to nerves. After all, what
was the worse it could be? I figured if anything it was Sharon spying on
us again, probably getting herself off watching her brother fucking me.
I was sure it had to be Sharon because if it WAS his mom then she would
have broken in by now to stop us.
Just when I had started feeling comfortable again, we found out that we
WERE being watched and it wasn't Sharon. No, it was his mom that was
watching us! As if things couldn't get worse, she was snapping pictures
of us fucking on the couch. It was a tribute to the horniness of a
sixteen year-old boy that even with his mother watching Steve couldn't
stop fucking me. Heck, if anything he did me even harder, as if he was
trying to finish as quickly as possible but stop fucking me? Not in this
lifetime.
I was convinced we were busted but what was I supposed to do when Steve
was on top of me and humping away while his mother stood there taking
even more photos? (It's all in another diary entry if you want the gory
details.) As things turned out I couldn't have been more wrong.
Instead, it turned out to be my first introduction to incest.
Yes, believe it or not that's exactly what happened. I know it sounds
like some fantasy and I was as dumbstruck as anyone, but it happened and
that was that. As I said before, the details are in another diary entry
but in short Steve would up fucking his own mother right in front of me.
I don't know who was more shocked of the three of us. I got the feeling
it was something spontaneous on her part rather than anything pre-
conceived. It was like the stars aligned for that moment and something
that nobody could have ever predicted actually happened.
Of the three of us, Steve seemed the least concerned or surprised. I
suppose it was that teenage boy horniness thing I mentioned. Put a pussy
in front of him and he's gonna fuck it - no matter who's it is. Steve
certainly had never made any mention prior to this about being horny for
his mom. His own sister flirted with him shamelessly and he just ignored
her so who would have ever thought he had any such feelings for his
mother who'd never done anything to indicate she had such desires?
As for me, I was flat-out amazed and dumbstruck at the sight of a teenage
boy fucking his own mother who was more than twice his age. Oh sure
incest was a major theme in a lot of my dad's porn collection but that
was just porn which we all know has nothing to do with reality. Anything
else I'd ever heard about incest was relegated what I read or heard in
the news and that was always something about a perverted father or uncle
forcing himself on a poor daughter or niece. In other words, child
abuse. Well, trust me... what Steve's mom did with her son was anything
but child abuse!
As for me and my dad, at home I was comfortable being naked with my
parents and even occasionally masturbating around them but there was
never anything overtly sexual about it - at least in terms of anything
indicating that they were interested in anything as sordid as incest. So
you can imagine what a shock it was to me when Steve came inside his own
mother's pussy, and right in front of his girlfriend at that!
When it was over, it was over. Steve never talked to me about or wanted
to even bring up the subject again. Steve's mom went on treating me just
as she always had - as Steve's girlfriend and Sharon's friend, without so
much as a wink or a smile to indicate that such an incredible thing had
ever happened. It was like everyone was pretending it never happened.
To the best of my knowledge, it never DID happen again. It was just one
of those things where the stars aligned and people did something they
might never have ever done and likely would never do again.
Who knows what might have happened between Steve and I had we been
allowed to continue our relationship. I knew I was totally in love and
was convinced that I was going to marry him. My mother tried to counsel
me that I was just fourteen and that a girl's first crush didn't usually
lead to the altar but I was blinded by my love for Steve - and mu lust
for his dick. He was the only boy to fuck me while we were dating,
except for his younger brother who did me one time when I was teasing him
but I didn't count that as I did it more to show him what he couldn't
have than anything else.
Alas, it was not to be. Steve's mom was transferred to California a few
months later which effectively ended our relationship, at least for
another twelve years. Even if there had been things like Skype and
FaceBook then I doubt it would have changed anything since looking back I
realize now that our relationship was as much about the physical as it
was the mental. Steve and I didn't go out for a night of titillating
discussion - we went out to have sex!
Steve wasn't around two years later when I started having sex with my
father except in my case it was totally different than what Steve did
with his mother that one time. For them it was one time fling brought on
by a perfect combination of lust and opportunity. For us it became a
lifestyle change which permanently altered my relationship with my father
and mother. I find it interesting to say the least that Steve and his mom
were the first to have incest but in the end it was me and my dad who
were doing it long-term while Steve and his mother never did anything
again.
Chapter 2 - Back With Steve Again
=================================
It was more than ten years after they left Pittsburgh when Steve's mom
was transferred back to the 'burgh again. Sharon and Jim, Steve's
younger siblings, chose to remain behind. The real reason for that was
something I wouldn't find about until shortly before I married Steve.
Either way it wasn't something either Steve or his mom cared to talk
about.
As for Steve, he decided to move back and live with his mom, just as he
had the whole time they lived in California. He'd just finished his
paramedic training and there were supposed to be more job opportunities
in Pittsburgh. I like to think he also was thinking of me when he made
the decision to move back.
During those ten years we'd seen each other only once - at his wedding of
all places! Seeing how I was the first girl he had sex with AFTER he
said his vows, it wasn't much of a surprise when the thing was annulled a
couple of months later. Even so the long distance between us prevented
anything more from happening even when we ignited that spark for that one
special evening.
In the mean time we both went through a series of unsatisfactory
relationships. At one point I even thought I'd found the man of my
dreams but like Steve, that turned out to be a dud. I was at least
fortunate enough to find out before I married the jerk although there
were some serious repercussions that took me years to deal with.
As I said earlier, while Steve's sister and brother remained in
California he moved in with his mom to save on rent. It didn't take long
for him to find me in church one morning and the rest, shall we say, was
destiny. For a while we went through the ritual of dating while still
seeing others but I in my heart I knew from the very first moment I saw
him again what I wanted. The feeling was mutual and a little more than a
year later we said our vows.
Along the way I got to know my future (and now current) mother-in-law
better and more about her rather peculiar relationship with her son. To
say it was "different" would not be doing it justice. From the start my
eyebrows were raised and I was a bit embarrassed and confused. Whatever
it was between the two of them was more than what you typically saw
between mother and son, especially one who was 27 years old. For
instance, when we would arrive at their place the two of them would hug
and kiss and I don't mean just a peck on the cheek. Rather it was a full
on-the-lips lingering kiss. As they hugged his hand would rip her ass and
she wasn't shy about letting hers wander as well.
Although I never once saw her naked or anything like that, it wasn't
unusual for Marlene to be in nothing but a short robe or a t-shirt and
panties. Face it, she wasn't twenty-something anymore so she didn't wear
anything too creepy but it was definitely not like anything when I would
visit the mothers of any other guy I'd dated in the past.
When we reunited I didn't tell Steve anything about the relationship that
had developed between me and my father since our teenage dating days.
I'd learned my lesson earlier about not telling someone about such things
after what happened to me when I told my secrets to a guy I thought was
going to ask me to marry him. Talk about a disaster! And I didn't even
get to the "juicy" stuff!
I certainly never did anything with my father in front of anyone, even
Steve. Certainly nothing similar to what he did with his mother. It
wasn't until we'd been dating well over a year and I knew a proposal was
imminent that I finally told Steve and even then he didn't believe me
until I proved it to him.
Knowing what had happened when we were younger and then seeing how close
Steve was with his mother, I couldn't help but think that maybe they had
developed an incestual relationship of their own and just didn't want to
tell me for some reason. To tell the truth, I was HOPING they did
because then it would make it much easier for me to open up to him about
mine.
Well, THAT didn't work out. One time when we were out and having sex I
tried to hint at there may be being something sexual between him and his
mother and his reaction was a quick as it was explosive. It was like I
had accused him of having sex with an animal or something else similarly
repulsive to him.
Things got so out of hand that I was afraid for a while that we might
even break up over it but things finally cooled down. One thing was
clear to me then. No matter how touchy feely they might be, it was just
their way of behaving with each other and there nothing sexual between
them whatsoever.
I suppose to be fair such a relationship isn't as unusual as you might
think. In the past year or so I've been involved in several situations
where fathers would have sex with other daughters while watching their
own daughter being fucked by other men, yet never fucking their own
daughter. At first I assumed it was just for show to somehow rationalize
what they were doing with other young girls while maintaining an
"innocent" relationship with their own daughters. Of course at home I
figured that all went out the window.
Over time as I got to know more such families I found that indeed, that's
how it was. Of course that was with men and young daughters, not women
and their late-twenties sons but I suppose the same principles could
apply. I knew Marlene wasn't a prude and that she dated regularly, often
with much younger men so why should I question that she drew the line
with her own son at home?
There was one other thing that I had to adjust to when it came to Steve's
mom. It soon became clear that not only was she OK with us having sex,
she practically insisted we do it when she was home. She declared that
we weren't teenagers anymore and that as adults we should all behave as
adults and that sex wasn't something we should worry about hiding from
her.
Again, if I was being fair it was no different than those men I mentioned
who loved watching their own daughters having sex so why should a women
be denied the same pleasure when it came to her son? Even my own mother
loved to watch my dad fuck me but the difference was that sometimes she
joined in!
It was one thing for us to do it when Steve's mom was home, but you can
imagine my reaction one night when right in the middle of us having sex
Marlene stepped into the bedroom and just stood there staring us without
saying a word. Steve saw her but he just ignored her and for a moment I
had a flashback to that day in the basement when his mom surprised us and
guess what, his reaction was exactly the same - he just kept fucking me!
Unlike the last time, this time I wasn't about to just act like
everything was normal. Like, SOMEONE had to say something so I pushed
Steve away and sat up in bed, not bothering to cover myself as I wasn't
like there was anything she hadn't seen already.
"OK, what the hell is going on?" I said, forcing the words out one by one
as I gasped to catch my breath.
"Just ignore her baby," Steve insisted as he tried to mount me again, "It
doesn't bother me and it's not like you usually mind being watched."
Yeah, like this was no different than being at some party or something.
Nope, I wasn't about to accept that. Meanwhile, Marlene just stood there
like a statue, not uttering a single word but she did have this rather
amused look on her face as if she was enjoying the situation.
"But Steve... it's your mother for God's sake!"
Steve just shrugged asking "And that bothers you?"
My eyes rolled melodramatically as I huffed in response, "Of course not
but shouldn't it bother YOU? I thought you said there was nothing going
on between you guys like that?"
Now THAT was enough to illicit a response from his mother. She waved her
hands in front of her and shook her head.
"Whoa now, be careful. Steve told me that it would be OK to watch.
That's it - nothing more!"
Now I was totally confused. I looked at Steve accusingly and said, "You
told her it was OK to watch us? Really?"
Steve shrugged. "I don't know. We were talking about you and me and the
subject came up and I just thought she might appreciate it seeing how we
were doing it when she was home and having to listen to us anyway."
This was starting to become surreal. Sure back when I was younger my dad
would peak in now and then to check on me when I brought a boy home but
that was just his way of making sure that everything was OK. If anything
it gave me a sense of security knowing my dad was right outside my
bedroom door just in case anything got out of hand.
This was different. Steve and his mom both insisted there was nothing
sexual between them yet they both were Ok with her watching the two of us
doing it. Well, I have always loved being watched so I finally just
figured the heck with it and let things go without any more debate.
Since then I've become accustomed to our "guest" whenever I'm at Steve's
mom's place. After all this time it has remained the same - she just
watches with never a comment or a word or anything else to interfere with
us. It was different when my mom would watch my dad doing me as she would
usually masturbate and even make a few comments now and then. Marlene
never touches herself in any way, not even through her clothes. In fact,
I've never seen her masturbate at any time. For that matter I've never
even seen her nude. All but, but not all the way.
So that's the way it's been. Even once Steve found out about my
incestual relationships that didn't change anything so far as he and his
mom were concerned. I'd secretly hoped that once he found out that my
dad was fucking me that it might spur him to want to start something with
his own mother but that never materialized. Apparently he is perfectly
fine with fucking MY mother and her sister but when it comes to his mom
the answer remains a clear NO.
Chapter 3 - Just Flirting?
==========================
The other night we went to Marlene's house for a visit, something Steve
and I try to do at least once a week since he moved out after we got
married and found our own place. His mom had offered for us to live with
her but I wanted to be on my own with Steve now that he was my husband.
Marlene and I got along great and I was afraid that living full time with
her might strain that relationship. As much as I love my cousin, moving
in with Kristen had sometimes created problems and if we couldn't get
along all the time then there was no way it could work with Steve's mom.
After dinner we sat in the living room with Steve in his usual place -
sitting between his mom and me. While the winter had been mild it was
still a little on the chilly side this night so I was wearing jeans and
a long-sleeved blouse. Steve was also in a pair of faded jeans with a
flannel shirt.
When we arrived his mom was still in typical office attire - in this case
a rather conservative dress which looked to be straight from the Macy's
catalog. The hemline came down about mid-calf although with a rather low
cut front although nothing out of ordinary considering the styles these
days. It's like nowadays you can wear a dress showing half your boobs to
church and nobody even bats an eye. The unspoken rule seems to be so
long as you keep the skirt length long enough, you can get away with just
about anything on top.
After dinner and we had cleared the table of dishes, his mom huffed
something about getting out of her "straight jacket" and left the two of
us as she disappeared to her bedroom to change. Steve and I moved to the
couch where he flipped on the TV with the remote and started going
through the shows she's recorded on the DVR.
We sat with him in the middle and me to one side, the obvious
implications being that when his mom returned she would take up residence
on the opposite side of him from me. This was something that had started
shortly after our wedding. Before then Marlene would usually sit in one
of the chairs or even on the floor, leaving the couch to me and Steve.
Nowadays, though, she had taken to finding he place next to Steve,
sandwiching him between the two of us.
As Steve busied himself with the TV, I sat there wondering what Marlene
was taking so long to do. Was she showering or why was it taking so
long? I was expecting her to return in maybe sweats or even jeans like
us so what could be taking longer than maybe five minutes or so?
I might have sort of dozed off after dinner because I jumped in my seat
as Steve scooted over a bit to make room for his mom who had entered the
room without me noticing. I glanced over and saw she wasn't wearing
sweats or anything else I'd expected. Instead she wore a sexy sheer
white baby doll nightie with pink trim and lacy edges. Along with the
nightie she had on a sheer wrap and over that a thin white cotton robe.
I guess when she meant she wanted to get more comfortable she really
meant it!
The robe must have been meant for the trip between the bedroom and the
living room as it never made it to the couch. The wrap was left open,
exposing her nightie underneath. The material was so sheer her dark
nipples were clearly visible. Like my mom, she wasn't shaved but
evidently trimmed quite a bit as I could make out the darkness of her
pubic hair but none of it was poking out along the side of the narrow
material between her legs. Even from a couple of feet away I could smell
the scent of her perfume.
Taking her seat next to Steve, she put her legs up and under her so she
was snuggling up tight against Steve, her head against his broad
shoulders. Suddenly I felt distinctly overdressed!
As we watched TV Steve put his arms around us both and before long I felt
him groping my boob, just like we were teenagers again on the family
couch. The only surprise for me was that he waited until the first
commercial break to do so. One of the things I loved about Steve was
that he couldn't keep his hands off of me. It seemed he always was
groping my butt or boobs or at the very least running his fingers through
my hair. More often than not I had to push his hands off my chest when we
were in a public setting, pretending to be shocked that he would have the
audacity to do such a thing but at the same time secretly loving every
minute of it. So far as I was concerned he could fondle me 24x7 and it
wouldn't be enough.
My boob wasn't the only one he was paying attention to as I saw him
cupping his mom's breast through the material of her thin nightie. It
wasn't anything new in that he is always grabbing at her and playing with
her boobs. While it got awfully close at times, I'd never seen him reach
underneath and actually touch them which to me showed a tremendous amount
of self-control on the part of Steve.
Indeed, that was the general rule for them - anything OVER the clothes
was OK and indeed that meant anything. But UNDER the clothes was an
entirely different matter. Maybe under the back of her blouse or even
reaching down the back of her pants or under her dress to caress her butt
was OK. Perhaps the easiest way to describe it would be that anything
that would be covered by a tiny thong bikini was off limits. Everything
else was fair game.
Well, those rules didn't apply to ME so after I'd conveniently loosened a
few buttons he had his hand under my blouse and was toying with my
nipples which quickly responded to the attention he was giving them. Of
course I wasn't wearing a bra although sometimes in public I might wear
one just to make it a little more challenging for him.
While he kept his hands outside his mother's outfit, I couldn't help but
notice that her nipples were poking out through the light lacey material
just as much as mine. One thing I'd seen early on was that Marlene had
much larger nipples than mine which was especially noticeable when they
became hardened with arousal. It didn't hurt that the lacey baby doll
and thin robe did little to conceal them.
Like a good husband should, Steve leaned over and kissed his wife first
but then he turned the other way to kiss his mom. We both got lots of
tongue which we both enjoyed.
Steve then turned back to me and as we kissed I reached down to his lap
but was a bit surprised to find that that Marlene had beaten me to it.
Not to be outdone, I placed my hand on top of hers as we both pushed down
on the growing erection that was pushing out against his jeans. Again,
this wasn't any big deal as like I said, anything OVER the clothes was
fair game and both of them seemed to enjoy rubbing the other down there,
even it was through their clothing.
After having grown accustomed to this little charade over the past year
or so I was more than a little bit surprised when she started to undo his
belt and then began to work on the zipper of his jeans. Steve kept
kissing me but I could feel him tensing up and I wondered if maybe
something new and special was about to happen. Why it would be any
different this time than any time before I had no idea but my heart
started to beat faster as I watched.
Alas, while for a moment it looked like things were going to get a lot
closer between Steve and his mom - FINALLY, it was not to happen. As it
turned out she was just giving ME a hand. Once Steve's erect dick was
freed she didn't touch it but instead she took my hand and gently placed
it on her son's hard cock. It was like she was making an extra special
effort to make sure she never came in contact with it. Then she backed
her hand away and placed the palm of her hand on his thigh about midway
between his hip and knee.
Damn! I was a little disappointed as I thought for sure that this was
going to be that breakthrough moment. One the other hand (quite
literally), the feel of his hard shaft in my hand made up for anything
else. If there is one thing I'll never grow tired of, it's holding a
stiff dick in my hand - especially when it's my husband's. While it's
always special to hold my dad's, that more for him than me. Holding
Steve's dick may have been good for him, but I did it especially for ME!
As I gripped his stiff cock, Steve turned back to kiss Marlene again
which left me free. It wasn't exactly the most subtle move he'd ever
made - I knew exactly what he wanted from me so I leaned down and started
sucking him off. It was a little awkward trying to lean down that much so
I scooted up onto the couch, curling my legs under me so I was laying on
my side facing towards the couch with my right arm under me resting on
his lap and my left hand gripping the base of his beautiful hard dick.
"You know I always knew she was the right girl from you from the first
time I met her," Marlene said softly to my husband, "I don't think I've
ever known anyone who loves sucking cock as much as she does."
Steve patted me on the head and ran his fingers through my hair lovingly
as I ran my tongue around the tip of his dick while my lips formed a seal
around the underside of the head.
"Damn... you can say that again mom," he chuckled as I gave his dick a
particularly hard bit of suction, my cheeks drawing in tightly as I made
love to my most favorite dick in the entire world.
"Who knows... maybe if I'd sucked your dad as much as Kelly does you..."
she paused for a moment as if in thought and then continued, "Then again
maybe that's what that skank he ran off with was doing."
"It wasn't your fault mom."
"I know, I know... but then who knows, right?"
I hadn't heard Marlene mention her husband hardly ever except when an
expletive was attached so this conversation was a little unusual. It
wasn't the first time they'd talked about things while I sucked him off
but it wasn't something that happened all that often either so I tried
not to do anything that might draw them away from their discussion.
"Oh God..." Steve groaned as I took his entire dick down my throat. I
loved the feel of his pubic hair mashed against my face and the musky
odor of his crotch that filled my nose as I buried my face into his
exposed crotch.
"Now THAT I never have been able to do," Marlene sighed, "Last time I
tried with that guy from work I thought I was going to puke right in his
lap!"
I quickly pulled my head up as I was about to choke on Steve's dick as I
fought back the urge to laugh at her last comment. When you're trying to
take a dick down your throat it's not a good idea to be listening to
anything that might break your attention, let alone cause you to laugh.
"My bad," she giggled as I looked up and gave her a dirty look. She knew
I was just teasing her but I think she felt a little bad anyway.
She turned to face the TV again and crossed her legs, exposing most of
her leg to me and Steve. Well, make that ALL of her leg and a good part
of her hip. The robe had pulled up long ago as she had let it hand open
when we sat down and it's not like the nightie she wore covered all that
much. For a women in her early fifties she wasn't all that bad.
Personally I thought my bad kept herself in much better shape though.
Back to work on Steve's dick. Personally, I'd of been happy to just lay
there for the entire evening and do nothing but enjoy the feel of my
lover's erection in my mouth and against my face. I was still fully
clothed so it wasn't like I could even properly masturbate so my entire
concentration was focused on the dick in my mouth. Not that Steve was
complaining.
Indeed, for the rest of that TV show and partly into the next that was
just what I did. Steve and his mom just watched the show, Steve's hand
running though my hair just as he knew I loved it. From what I could tell
they weren't even kissing or necking. I guess whatever the show was, it
was enough to keep them watching.
"Mmmmmmm, that feels good honey," Marlene purred. I couldn't exactly
tell what was happening above me, only that Steve must have been fondling
his mother. Whatever he was doing she certainly seemed to be enjoying
it.
Finally my curiosity got the best of me and I lifted my head off his lap
for a moment as if I needed to catch my breath. It was just enough that
I could see Steve had his hand planted firmly on his mother's breast.
For all the resistance the lacey nightie was giving he may as well have
had it on her bare skin but they were maintaining protocol and he wasn't
touching her directly. It may have been a small distinction - VERY small
if you ask me, but it was important to them and it did serve to maintain
a line that they never crossed.
As I turned my attention back to my more important things, I wondered
what Steve's mom would say if she knew that Steve had fucked my mom,
including right before we said our vows. In my fantasy wedding it would
have been me with my dad and Steve with his mom in those final moments
before we left our parents' care and gave our vows to one another.
Still, seeing how his mother wouldn't have gone along with the program it
was the next best thing to have my mom fill in for his.
The more I thought about the more I had to wonder how Steve felt about
limiting his contact with his mother. Certainly he had to realize
something of how it would be to be with his own mother when he was with
mine. There HAD to be something just a little more special about fucking
the mother of his wife than even doing my aunt or cousin.
From my own personal experience there was just something special about
being with my dad that I didn't feel with any other man, not even Steve.
I'm not saying it is BETTER to be with my dad than my husband, not by any
means. Indeed, the only man I have ever made love to is my husband. My
father is just that - my father whereas Steve is my husband and lover.
Based on that, didn't Steve have to wonder what it would be like to have
sex with his mother? That one time they did it so many years ago must
seem like a distant memory to him now. Plus, back then he was just a boy
whereas now he could legitimately BE his mother's lover IF that was what
they wanted. How could he sit here now with his wife sucking on his cock,
fondling his mother's breasts yet now want to move aside that slight bit
of clothing and suckle on her breasts? He could protest all he wanted
but I just couldn't believe that deep down that's not what he wanted.
What more could I do? I went along as far as they would allow me. Here
I was with my mouth full of his dick as they sat next to each other with
her all but naked watching TV as if it was the most natural thing to do.
Didn't I mention earlier it was surreal?
Maybe if I had more guts I would have just stood up and demanded that
they stop the charade and do what both of them had to know they wanted.
Then again, I didn't have the guts and I didn't have the courage to take
such a risk. So many things could go wrong! They seemed happy with
things were the way they were now so who was I to step in and ruin it for
them.
Reaching around Steve to allow some muscles to move after being in one
position for over an hour, my hand brushed up against Marlene's bare
upper thigh. She didn't move or make any noticeably reaction so I put my
hand on her as if to steady myself as I raised my head up to get a better
angle on Steve's dick. Marlene allowed her leg's to uncross so I could
better push against her - or at least that's how I like to think it
happened.
I paused for a moment and just let my head rest on his lap, his dick
about half in my mouth as I took a brief break to let my jaw relax for a
bit. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise - sucking dick can be a
strenuous workout, for your mouth at least.
Feeling the warmth of his mom's leg under my hand, I wondered what her
reaction would be to me reaching in further and pressing up against her
now available crotch. Maybe that's why she uncrossed her legs, to hint
at me that she wanted me to feel her up?
I was feeling like a young boy in school must feel sitting next to a girl
in the theater, wondering if he should make the next move on his date.
Was she sitting there secretly wishing he would do it or was she worried
that he might? Was Marlene wondering now what was keeping me from making
my move or maybe she was worried that I might be misinterpreting her
motion and making assumptions that shouldn't be made.
Wow, it made me glad not to be a guy! This was horrible! It was SO much
better to be on the other side with all the control. What was worse - to
make the move and maybe regret it or NOT make and almost certainly regret
it?
Maybe Marlene sensed my indecision and felt responsible to help me.
Maybe she was just anxious for things to move to the next level. Maybe
she was just feeling horny and wanted to watch? I'll never know but what
I DO know is she made up my mind for me.
"So are you just going to be selfish and let your poor wife do all the
work or what?"
She said it just as I was about to make my move but instead I froze in
place.
"Huh?" Steve responded as if she had woken him from a deep sleep.
"I just think it's time you reciprocate, don't you?"
"It's OK, really," I started to say as I let his dick slip from my lips.
"Nonsense, this is ridiculous," she huffed, "Men will just take advantage
of you if you let them Kelly. You need to speak up for yourself."
What I WANTED to say was, "If this is being taken advantage of then I
LIKE it."
What I SAID was... well nothing. I just laid there looking up at Steve
waiting to see what he wanted. I KNEW what he wanted - another hour or
so of me sucking his dick! It had been ages since I had just done this,
laying on my side worshiping his cock for hours on end without any
expectations of him doing anything in return other than enjoying himself.
"Yes mother," he mumbled, with all the enthusiasm as if he was sixteen
again and she had told him to go and clean his room.
"Well just don't lay there, get those jeans off girl. I KNOW you don't
have anything underneath, am I right?"
I couldn't help but laugh a bit at that one. She certainly knew me well
enough to know that jeans were not something I typically required panties
to be worn under. For that matter there weren't all that many outfits
that did.
I sat up and removed my heels and then worked my tight jeans down my
thighs and off my feet. Marlene giggled like a young girl as her
suspicions were proven - no panties in sight.
"What can I say?" I said meekly, raising my hands up as if surrendering
to her, "I hate wearing them."
"Don't you chafe in those tight jeans though?" she said in a conversation
tone as if we were comparing clothing in a store.
"Baby powder... Johnson's baby powder," I confided. Indeed, it worked
wonders and I also learned early on that guys got off from the scent
which made me seem all the more young and innocent when I dated.
I started to turn to lay my head against the arm of the couch but Marlene
was in charge now.
"Get up Steve... and keep that thing out of my face for heaven's sake!"
she joked (or so I thought). Here Kelly, why don't you lay with your
head in my lap."
THIS was different, that was for sure. Marlene was the very definition
of your classic voyeur. "Watch but don't touch" was her mantra. It's
not like she was going to be touching me, but even for me to be next to
her would have been a first, let alone laying my head in her lap.
I wasn't going to argue so I twisted around and laid back until my head
rested on her bare thigh. I looked up and saw her looking down at me with
her large boobs almost blocking her face. The nightie was so tight and
sheer I could clearly see the dark outline of her hardened nipples.
Steve dropped his shoes and his pants and boxer shorts. He started to
move in between my legs when his mom stopped him and told him to take off
his shirt as well. She didn't say why but I was OK with it. Steve had a
ripped upper body and I loved looking at it - and apparently so did his
mom. That left me as the only one with anything substantial on top as I
was still wearing my long-sleeved blouse. There wasn't a bra underneath
of course but it was still buttoned up to my cleavage. I pulled it up to
just under my bustline, exposed my midriff.
"Oh to be young again," Marlene sighed softly, "What I wouldn't give to
have a belly like that again. Oh well, we'll see how yours looks after
three kids and twenty more years."
Totally naked now, Steve got in between my legs. I had one foot resting
on the top of the couch and the other leg hanging over the outer edge of
the couch so my pussy was as exposed to him as much as I could make it.
God! I couldn't wait for him to put his mouth on me!
I didn't have to wait long. Steve had always been one of the better
pussy lickers I'd dated. I really didn't appreciate just HOW good he was
until he moved away and I started dating other guys. I just assumed that
all boys had the same innate talent that he possessed. Seeing as he was
the only one to do it for the first six months or so that I was having
sex, you really can't blame me for having such unrealistic expectations.
It didn't take long to learn the truth - most guys suck when it comes to
licking pussy. It's the thing I like about having sex with girls. It's
only natural if you ask me. Of course girls lick pussy better than guys,
they know what makes them feel good. For the same reason I've always
wondered why boys don't like other boys to suck them. I mean, who should
know better how to suck dick than another boy? For me all I have to go
by is their reaction31 and sometimes their words. It's not like I have
any idea how they actually feel when my mouth is on them.
Suddenly my body just reacted and my hips thrust up in the air as my back
arched under me.
"Oh my god!" I moaned as my orgasm surprised even me. It was like it
just snuck up on me instead of building up to a climax as it usually did.
Too many things on my mind I guess and finally my body just said it was
in charge and took control.
This time his mother stayed silent although I was expecting some sort of
commentary based on her earlier reactions. How she kept her hand out of
her crotch seeing me getting off from her son with his head between my
outstretched thighs, I just don't understand. It was like a clinic in
willpower. Had it been me I'd of been masturbating from the get-go.
"Make me cum again," I begged him as I closed my eyes and concentrated on
nothing but the incredible sensations his tongue was unleashing on my
pussy. He did just that, bringing me to another climax, followed shortly
thereafter by yet another.
I wanted it then. I wanted it bad. I wanted it more than anything in
the world. I NEEDED it!
"Oh god fuck me Steve!"
Chapter 4 - Just Fuck Me
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I've always maintained that the two words a girl can say that turn a man
on the most are "fuck me" but what are the equivalent words for a girl to
hear? I know lots of things men have told me were turn-ons, like "You're
so much better than my wife," or "I wish my daughter was like you." I
have to say, a new phrase has topped my list - "Fuck my son."
Yes, that's exactly what Steve's mom said as she broke her silence. It
wasn't quite the same as what I had just begged for as I wanted Steve to
fuck me, to take me I his strong arms and drill his hard shaft deep
inside of me. I wanted to be taken, to be fucked.
Marlene put it in slightly different terms though. "Fuck my son." It
was like she was protecting him, or seeing to it that HIS needs were
addressed first. As horny as I was at that moment, I wasn't about to
argue semantics. Indeed, I was more than happy to oblige her.
My pussy was practically screaming to be filled so I wasn't going to
waste any more time talking about anything. I moved quickly, first
sitting up and then standing up as I practically dragged Steve up onto
the couch so he was once again sitting next to his mother. Only this
time he was naked as the day he was born.
Climbing on top of him, I leaned up and over him, reaching down behind me
to grip and his dick and then lowered myself down as I positioned it in
place to penetrate me. By now I was so wet and horny that he met little
resistance as my soaking wet pussy literally swallowed every inch of his
hard dick.
"Oh god that feels so good in me!" I cried as out as rode his cock,
bouncing up and down on him like a bucking bronco girl. Usually Il
preferred to start out slow, letting him push into me all the way the way
and the easing myself up and off of him until just the tip of his dick
remained in me where I would do just the opposite as I dropped down on
him. Not this time. No way I was going to wait as I drove him in me as
deep as I could, grinding my butt into his crotch as I tried to get every
bit of him in me that I could.
Normally when I was doing this with Steve at his mom's house she would be
seated across the room in another chair or at least a few feet away. Not
tonight. I could feel her thigh against me as I moved up and down on her
son's hard pole, grunting with pleasure each time he bottomed out in me.
Steve had his hand gripping the bottom of his shaft to keep it me after
he dropped out a few times when I got carried away and there wasn't
enough of him in me to keep him on course when I dropped back down again.
I noticed his other had was now between his mother's legs which she had
parted for him. She still had on her nightie but there wasn't enough
material in the crotch to cover her public hair which spilled out in both
side.
I was sorely tempted to push Steve's hand out of the way and touch her
myself but that have to wait for another time as I don't think we have
reached that stage in our relationship or even if we ever will. Still it
just made everything all the hotter to see him rubbing his mother's pussy
as his dick fucked me. She HAD to be wishing it was in her... she HAD to
be wishing it was.
After sucking on him for so long and then the workout I was giving his
dick now with my pussy, I was surprised Steve lasted as long as he did
but it wasn't long before he was cumming with what seemed to be buckets
of sperm in me.
"Fill me Steve, fill me with your cum baby," I begged him, not caring
what his mother heard. Why I even thought she might care I don't know
but I still couldn't help but fall back on old habits now and then.
After he came in me I stayed on his lap, straddling him with my one leg
pressed in between his and his mom's. It felt so sexy to feel her bare
leg against mine. I wanted so badly for her to lick his cum from me!! Oh
well, maybe someday.
Chapter 5 - What Next?
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Later that night when we were back home Steve and made love again but
this time in the privacy of our bedroom. While I loved it, I couldn't
help but think of how it felt to do it with his mother right next to us.
Maybe it was because she didn't have sex with him that made it hot for
me, I don't know.
Later when he had finished and we laid in bed still joined - one of my
favorite moments I have with my husband by the way, I tried to hint at
what had been going through my mind as we had just made love.
"I loved doing it with your mom right next to us," I said softly in his
ear.
"Oh, that turned you on does it?"
I smacked him playfully. "You know it does."
"You like it when ANYONE watches us so what's so special about my mom
watching?
"DUH! It's your mom silly!"
"She's been watching us for like forever now, so what was the big deal
tonight?"
Steve stirred and I could feel his semi-flaccid cock slip out of me.
Damn!
"Well, for starts you had your hand on her pussy. THAT was new."
"She had her nightie on so it wasn't like I was feeling up her pussy," he
protested lamely.
"Like THAT made any difference," I teased him, "You fingers had to smell
of pussy when we were done and its wasn't just mine."
Steve frowned and I worried for a moment I might be pushing things too
far but still, I was curious.
"Did you push your finger in her a little bit?"
"Kelly!"
"It's OK Steve, you can tell me. I mean it's only natural for a man when
he's horny and has his hand on a woman's pussy to want to push it in her,
right?"
"I'm warning you Kelly," he growled, his voice lowering an octave this
time. I should have known better but I had to know.
"How far Steve? How far in her did you push your finger?"
I never found out because Steve practically jumped out of bed and headed
for the living room where I heard him throw himself on the couch. I felt
bad because I knew I had pushed too far but at the same time why should I
feel that way? I had a right to know, didn't I?
Frustrated and a bit horny now, I called my mom. Fortunately it was
three hours earlier her time so it wasn't too late for her. I poured out
my frustrations and as always, she seemed to know just what to tell me.
Basically, to get over it and not push my husband where he didn't want to
go.
After I hung up I laid back and masturbated for a while, imagining how it
would be to watch Steve fuck his mother and maybe then licking his cum
from her pussy.
Maybe someday?
THE END