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:

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:
   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?
============================

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 suppose 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 whose 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 suppose 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 Kristi 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 babydoll 
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 gitgo.

“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
========================

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?
======================

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
