0 comments/ 123484 views/ 5 favorites Mother-In-Law's Tongue By: Lukeel Ruth knew it was wrong, but she was forty two next week, and she wanted to do something daring and secret before she was too old to pull it off. The particular thing she wanted to do was seduce her son, Simon, who she knew found her attractive but because he was married to her daughter, Kate, had to satisfy himself with admiring Ruth's well toned body. Ruth was a slim five feet six inches tall with short bobbed hair, which, when tucked behind her ears made her look much younger than her impending forty two years. She had never been one for sitting in the sun, and now reaped the benefit. Her skin was pale, but smooth and wrinkle free. She had a plan in mind for the seduction of her son in-law, but was waiting for the right moment. As luck would have it the moment arrived two days before her birthday one Saturday morning. Her daughter and husband had gone out to buy Ruth a birthday present, leaving her alone in the house with Simon for a couple of hours. Simon stepped from the shower taking a towel from the heated rail when he heard his mother call from the bedroom. "Simon, can you give me a hand for just a second," Ruth called. "Just a moment, I've only got my boxer shorts on," Simon called back. "Oh don't worry about that," she replied, "It'll only take a second." Simon walked down the corridor to his mother's bedroom. Entering he saw Ruth standing in front of a full length mirror trying to zip up the back of her dress. It was a black ,sleeveless, and very figure hugging cocktail number with a turtle neck finishing just at knee level with a small split at the back. Ruth saw Simon in the reflection of the mirror, and stopped for a long moment. He stood in the doorway his semi-naked body lean and hard, his dark hair a tousled mess fresh from the shower. Ruth had always been attracted to her son in-law, and was delighted her daughter had married him two years earlier. Now she felt her stomach tighten, and her heart beat a little faster as she admired his athletic body. "Would you be a honey and help me do up this dress," she asked, "I'm trying it on for the party next week." "No problem," said Simon, stepping up behind Ruth. She watched him in the mirror's reflection as he looked down to find the small zipper. Ruth knew he would get a glimpse of the black satin basque she was wearing beneath the dress. "It's a shame to cover up such nice underwear, don't you think," Ruth said in an even tone. "Kate told me you bought her some very expensive lingerie last Christmas. Tell me, what colour did you buy for her." she asked, already knowing the answer. "Black," said Simon, pulling the zipper up. Ruth continued, "This isn't the kind of underwear I would normally wear outside the bedroom, if you get my drift, but it nips me in at the waist which helps this dress fit better." Simon didn't know what to say to this remark so thought he better make his excuses and leave. "Well if that's all," he said, turning to leave, "I'd better go and get dressed." "Oh just stay a moment longer, and tell me what you think of the whole outfit," she said, pointing to a low wicker chair standing opposite the full length mirror. "Now, where are my shoes." Ruth bent over, deliberately keeping her legs straight to give Simon a good look at her firm peach shaped behind. As she did the material of the dress stretched a little tighter across her buttocks, allowing Simon to see the faint outline of a clasp, confirming ,what he already suspected, that she was wearing stockings and suspenders. Ruth selected a pair of black shoes with four inch spiked heels, severely pointed toes, and a small ankle strap. Simon could feel an erection starting so he sat in the wicker chair to hide the increasing bulge. Ruth put on the shoes. "I wouldn't like to walk very far in these," she said, "but they do look very sexy, don't you think?" pointing a foot towards Simon, and turning it side ways so he could appreciate the spiked heels. "Very," was all Simon could say. His prick becoming harder by the second. Ruth was well aware of Simon's growing erection, she was enjoying the effect she was having. "Now one more thing to complete the look," she said crossing the room to the dressing table. From a draw Ruth took a pair of black, full length satin gloves. Pulling them on she smoothed each one up her arm and over her elbow. Now the only part of her body that was exposed was the pale skin of her upper arms, and her slim shoulders. Ruth stood in front of the mirror turning this way and that admiring the fit of her dress, smoothing it down over her flat stomach. " Well what do you think?," she said, turning to Simon. Watching his mother dressing in such a provocative way had given Simon an erection so hard it ached. He crossed his legs, trying to conceal it. Ruth turned to Simon looking directly at his crotch. "I can see my outfit has had the desired effect," she said with a small smile. Delighted that he was so aroused, Ruth pressed on. Simon knew he'd been caught so gave up hiding his obvious arousal. He uncrossed his legs, his erection straining against his shorts. Ruth was now standing directly in front of her son who was still seated in the low wicker chair. "Tell me," she said, "do you ever think of me when your jerking off?" "Who says I do jerk off," a defiant note in his voice. "Oh, come on," Ruth chided "all men do from time to time. So what's the answer. Do you ever think of me when your jerking off?" "Well if I didn't, I certainly will now," he said with a small smile. Ruth smiled back. "I feel rather responsible for your current discomfort. I think it only fair I should do something to help you," she said in a rather formal way, but with the smile still playing on her lips. "What did you have in mind," said Simon. "Some people," said Ruth, "get undressed for sex. I,on the other hand like to dress for sex. As you can see I'm dressed, and let me tell you, I'm as horny as hell." Without another word Ruth knelt in front of her son, gently parting his knees. With a gloved hand she released the aching member. Pulling back the foreskin she revealed the purple glistening head of his turgid cock. Ruth lowered her head, parted her lips, engulfing his prick in the warm silky wetness of her mouth. Holding his rock hard prick in both hands she slowly began to suck and roll her tongue around its bulbous head. Simon lay back in the chair watching his mother in-law bring him to climax. Ruth, breathing only through her nose, never once parted her lips or allowed his cock to slip from her mouth. She could feel his prick twitch as Simon neared his orgasm. He tried to hold back but Ruth was doing too good a job. Suddenly he felt himself explode into her mouth. Ruth didn't miss a beat, she sucked harder and faster, swallowing once, twice, and finally a third time, Simon's hips lifted off the chair in an attempt to fuck his mother in-law's mouth. Spent, he collapsed back into the chair. Ruth finally released his cock in one long loving suck.. Simon leaned forward cupping Ruth's face in his hands, kissing her for the first time, their tongues entwined. He could taste his own salty cum on her lips. "Unzip my dress," Ruth whispered. Simon reached behind her and pulled down the zipper. Ruth stood up and took a pace backwards. With a small shrug of her shoulders the dress fell silently to the floor, and she stepped deftly out. "Stunning," was all Simon could say. Ruth stood before her son in the black satin basque he had glimpsed earlier. But now Simon could see it in all its splendour. Its integral quarter cup bra allowed her erect nipples to be clearly seen, tailored to highlight Ruth's small waist it flared out slightly at her hips. Attached to the bottom were suspenders, holding up a pair of perfectly fitted black stockings. The high heel shoes, and long satin gloves completed a look. "No panties?" Simon asked in mock surprise. Ruth smiled, "Now you know my little secret." Framed by her stocking tops and suspenders was her beautifully smooth, clean shaven, pussy. "Do you like what you see," she asked parting her legs slightly. Ruth could smell her own musky aroma drifting up from her engorged cunt. She desperately wanted to run a satin covered finger between its swollen lips, but resisted. "Stunning," repeated Simon. "Now," said Ruth in a stern voice, "I think you owe me a favour." "I think I do," agreed Simon sitting forward in the low chair. Ruth stood directly in front of her son, her smooth hairless mound level with his head. Simon reached behind her and ran his open palms up the back of Ruth's stockinged thighs until they rested on the firm bare flesh of her arse. Ruth closed her eyes in anticipation. Simon pulled her hungry cunt towards him and kissed it as if he were kissing her mouth. "Oh God," Ruth let out with a long sigh. Simon ran his tongue between her wet pussy lips until he found her swollen clit. He began to lick and suck her to orgasm. "Oh yeees," she said, "that feels so good." Simon was relentless. Ruth could feel her climax building, a small knot in the pit of her stomach. She opened her eyes. Behind the chair, hanging on the wall, was another mirror. Ruth looked at herself, her neck flushed pink with arousal, her nipples hard with lust, watching herself caress her own breasts while Simon continued to eat her pussy. She took a nipple between thumb and finger squeezing until the pleasure was almost painful. Looking behind her reflection Ruth could see the full length mirror on the other side of the room. In this she could see herself from behind. Simon's strong hands cupping her firm round buttocks. The blackness of her basque and stockings contrasting with her milky white skin, her spike heeled shoes making her legs look impossibly long. Ruth continued to look at herself from this unique angle, caressing her breasts, pinching her nipples, her climax rising. The knot in her stomach was tighter, her pussy hot with desire, Simon lapped furiously at her clit. She pinched her nipples harder. Ruth was close now, Simon could hear her moaning , he felt a small shiver from Ruth as if her legs were about to give way. Releasing her aching nipples she took hold of Simon's head and pushed his mouth hard against her ravenous cunt. If, at that moment, her husband and daughter had walked into the room Ruth could not have stopped herself. The need for sexual gratification was irresistible. Her orgasm erupted deep inside, a shock wave of pure pleasure engulfing her rigid body. Simon felt Ruth legs begin to fold, she sank to her knees, and lay her head in his lap. Simon stroked Ruth's hair while she recovered. After a few moments she looked up. "Thank you," she whispered, "that was wonderful." Ruth put a lazy arm around Simon's neck, pulling him to her, they kissed passionately. "How wonderful?" Simon asked with a smile. "The best," Ruth smiled back, "the very best." "In that case I'd better quit while I'm ahead, and, before the others return," he said. Ruth gave Simon a wicked grin. "Oh, I think we've still got some time." She didn't think they would be back, just yet, but the idea that they might excited her. Ruth stood, crossed to the dressing table and picked up a tube of lubricating gel. She squeezed a generous amount onto a gloved finger and returned to Simon. Ruth held up the gel covered finger for Simon to see. Then, very slowly, she squatted, reached behind her back, working the slick digit into her anal passage. Parting her thighs so her son got a good view she looked up at him for a reaction. Simon was speechless , but very turned on by the sight of Ruth balancing on her high heels, fingering her anus. "Have you ever fucked a woman in the arse, Simon," she asked. "No," was his one word reply. Ruth, while massaging the lubricating gel into her back passage, clenched her anal muscles, imagining Simon's hard cock deep inside her bowels. With her free hand she pinched her nipples to erection. "Would you like to fuck my arse," she said in a low voice. Simon took hold of his stiff member, slowly stroking it, inches from Ruth's face. "What do you think," he smiled. She took her son by the hand, leading him to the bed. Ruth threw back the duvet, revealing crisp white sheets. Kneeling on its edge, she lent forward, supporting herself on outstretched arms, presenting her rear, Ruth arched her back , exposing the small brown star of her anus. The lower part of her legs hung off the bed, allowing Simon the opportunity of fucking his mother in-law's butt while still standing. Simon positioned himself between her stockinged legs, her suspenders drawn taught across her firm round buttocks. Ruth looked over her shoulder. "Please, put that piece of hard meat in my arse," she pleaded. Simon placed the tip of his erect cock against the puckered entrance of Ruth's anus. Holding it steady, he pushed it through the outer ring. Ruth concentrated on keeping her anal muscles relaxed. Simon drew back his prick and pushed again, this time going in a little deeper. He repeated this until the entire length of his cock was buried inside his mother's arse. "Oh, that feels so big," said Ruth, waiting for her anal passage to relax, accepting the rude intrusion of her bowels. The small amount of pain she was enduring was more than made up for by the exquisite feeling of fullness she had, impaled on his steel hard cock. Simon had never felt his prick held so tightly. He pulled it out to the very tip before plunging back inside. Ruth was ready now, she began to push back against each of Simon's oncoming thrusts. "Oh yees," she said, "harder, fuck me harder," gritting her teeth, Ruth pushed violently back. Simon reached forward, taking a fist full of Ruth's hair, he yanked it back.. Ruth let out a yell, but kept pushing, ever more urgently, back onto his prick. "I want you to come in my arse," she said through gritted teeth, her hair still held by Simon. He pumped harder, slamming into her behind. He felt his own climax rising. Ruth's breathing had become a series of grunts, animal lust driving her onto her own orgasm. "Oh shit," she cried out, her anal muscles clamping down onto Simon's ejaculating cock. Simon grunted as he shot his load into Ruth's bowel. Ruth slowly pushed back and forth onto Simon's prick, his cum oozing from her arse and running down her thighs onto her stockings. "You really know how to please a woman. My daughter is very lucky," she said. "I've never been so hard for so long," Simon admitted. "It takes two to make a good fuck." Exhausted by their efforts, they sank into the bed, Simon's softening member still inside Ruth's anus. "You are the most amazing woman I've ever met," he whispered into her ear. "I can be," Ruth replied, contented. "Will I ever see you like this again," he asked. "I don't want to ruin your marriage to my daughter," Ruth said ,"But if we can keep this to ourselves then why not. Maybe I'll wear white next time." "White, that sounds nice," said Simon, warming to the prospect. "Yes," she said, "I can still fit into my wedding dress." "Pardon?," he said, surprised. "Well," Ruth said with a smile, "How do you like the idea of lifting my long white wedding gown, and putting that gorgeous cock of yours into my shaven pussy, while I wrap my stocking clad legs around your waist." "I'm getting hard at the very thought," Simon admitted. "You better go and take another shower," Ruth said, sitting up. "I'll see what I can arrange." Simon kissed Ruth one last time and made his way back to the bathroom for his second shower of the day. Mother-in-Law's Tongue OK, I know it may sound a bit weird to fancy a woman twice my age, but ever since I met my wife I've had the hots for her mother. Not that I ever intended doing anything about it, of course. I value my testicles too much. Andrea is almost fifty, but looks at least ten years younger. She dresses conservatively, but her body seems to move seductively beneath her attractive (and expensive) clothing. I met my wife when she was 17 and I was 18. I'm not sure if it was love at first sight or not, but from that moment on I lost interest in other girls. We married a couple of years later. We have no children yet – we decided to wait a bit. Our sex life is OK. Well, we both seem satisfied. Nothing too exciting I suppose and usually within the confines of the bedroom. The occasions when we feel inclined to fool around elsewhere are quite erotic. We visit Andrea and her bank manager husband quite a lot. They live about fifty miles away on the coast in a five bedroomed house. Although secluded, it's within walking distance of where James works. I enjoyed my visits there, if only to see Andrea walking around. I can't help myself; all I could think about was what she would look like without the dress or skirt and blouse that she was wearing. Even in my imagination I couldn't fantasise further than that. More than once I had been thinking about my Mother-in-Law while I was fucking Megan. Andrea was a pleasant enough woman, but not somebody to get on the wrong side of. I often wondered if she thought that I wasn't good enough for her daughter. Not that she had ever said anything or gave any hints to me at all. I just had the feeling that she was simply being polite to me and nothing more. I suppose that the first time that I realised I had really strong feelings for Andrea was when we were visiting one summer, shortly after getting married. My libido was pretty high at the time, brought about by plenty of sex with my new wife. And in case you are wondering why we weren't getting plenty before we got married – the simple answer is that we didn't get much opportunity to be alone together. Neither of us were virgins, but we had only had full sex with each other half a dozen times before we wed. Although, when I say full sex, I do not include hand jobs and the like. There were plenty of those. It was, as I said, Summer. We were all in the garden relaxing on sun-loungers on a beautiful day. Andrea suddenly asked if anybody would like a drink (by which she meant a soft drink – she would never serve alcohol during the day). We all said yes, so she slid off of the chair and headed indoors. As she did so, the skirt of her summer dress slid up to mid thigh. When she walked away I had to tear my eyes from her ass as it swayed delightfully from side to side. I had been reading a book, but I had to lay it down, pretending that I had grown bored with reading for now. It was the only thing I could think of on the spur of the moment to hide the increasingly large bulge developing in the front of my shorts. Just then, Megan decided that she wanted to see the fruit trees her father had planted a few years before. He went with her and asked if I wanted to come. I told him no and that I would have a look later, thanks. As they walked away, the word 'come' was lodging in my brain as the pressure of the book on my shaft only helped to make me feel even hornier. Andrea returned with a jug of fruit juice and four glasses. "Where have the others gone?" she asked. "They've gone to look at the trees to see if there is going to be any fruit this year." Andrea put the tray on the garden table, poured two drinks and then placed one next to her chair. With the other she walked over and placed it on the grass next to me. I'm sure that I must have blushed, because as she leaned down to place the drink, I was afforded a wonderful view down the front of her dress. She was being careful that the drink didn't topple over and took her time about it. I felt like I was in heaven! The twin orbs were being restrained by beautiful (and brief) lace cups. She walked back to her own chair, which was positioned directly opposite me and bent over to plump up the cushions. Now the material of the dress was pulled across her ass cheeks, the outline of her panties clearly displaying the fact that she was wearing a thong. I had never in my wildest dreams imagined that she would wear such a sexy garment (that just shows how innocent I am really). This small amount of unwitting and unplanned voyeurism was enough to make me feel as though I wanted to grab my wife as soon as we got into the bedroom and rip her knickers off. Andrea sat down on her chair. She then swung one leg after the other up onto the leg rest part of the seat. At the point that her legs were spread widest I could now see her panties. I didn't know I had a photographic memory, but the picture stayed in my mind long after her legs were together again and covered by her dress. She was wearing matching lace underwear. By the time that Megan returned I had managed to concentrate on mundane things and get my dick back under control. Before I could say anything, she noticed my book, looked thoughtful and said, "Darling, do you know where my book is?" "I know that it was packed it," I lied. "Come on, I'll help you find it." I dropped the book to one side, jumped up and took Megan by the hand, pulling her towards the house. "I wasn't that desperate Ben!" she protested. We were far enough away from her parents not to be overheard. "No, but I am," I growled. "Ben!" The mock surprise wasn't very convincing. I guided Megan up the stairs, slipping my hand underneath her skirt as we went. By the time we reached the top I had grabbed hold of her panties and began pulling them down. It was slowing our progress, so instead I gave a sharp tug and ripped them off to one side. My wife let out a squeal and half turned to remonstrate with me. She lost her footing and toppled forwards. There she was laying on top of the stairs in front of me, knickers hanging around the top of one of her parted legs, skirt pushed up to her waist exposing her cheeks and pussy. I couldn't wait any longer. I pushed my shorts and underpants down past my already solid lump of meat and just drove into her. "No! Ben! Not here!" she whispered furiously. But I was too far gone by this time. I just kept plunging in and out of her vagina. Considering how aroused I was, I was surprised at how long it was taking. Even more surprising was how much Megan was starting to respond. She usually required a heck of a lot of foreplay in order to come during intercourse – something that we've not achieved very often. But the telltale signs were there now, she was building to a tremendous climax, exacerbated it seemed by the stair rubbing her clit hard as I fucked her from behind. Megan's hand flew up to her mouth and she bit hard on it to prevent herself from yelling out. The clenching of her vaginal walls was all that I needed and I began to shoot copious amounts of my sperm into her. Having finished, I slumped down on Megan's back, my dick still buried within her. After a couple of minutes she stirred and said, "We can't stay here Ben. What would Mummy say if she saw us like this?" It was probably the wrong thing to say just at that time. I could feel my cock hardening once again. I slipped out of her, put my hands under Megan's armpits and lifted her to her feet. I kissed her gently on the neck and as she turned to look at me I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. No mean feat with my shorts and underpants slipping down towards my ankles. I think that Megan was still stunned by her powerful orgasm. She didn't protest as I lay her on the bed and removed the rest of her clothes. She could see from my hard-on that I was still very aroused, but so was she. Right now I wanted to feel her lips on my shaft. Although she frequently sucked on my dick, she has always refused to do so if I have been inside her first. "Megan," I said hoarsely. "I really, really need you to suck my cock. Please?" A wicked grin spread across her face. My heart skipped a beat when she said, "Alright, but only if you do the same to me." Before I could work out how, she pulled me down onto the bed, rotated her own body through 180 degrees and sat astride me. I looked up at her pussy as a dribble of my come oozed out from between her puffy lips and dropped down onto my chin. Now I understood fully what she was asking me to do. I felt her mouth close around my dick as her slit descended towards my face. We had tried 69 before, but this was a first and if I wanted a blow job, then I was going to have give Megan what she wanted. I tentatively extended my tongue and flicked it across her clitoris. Her reaction was to push her pussy down onto my face. I began to lick and suck, aware that what I tasted was more than just her juices. I realised that it didn't taste too bad and soon lost myself in my task. Meanwhile, further down my body, Megan was giving me the greatest blowjob I had ever experienced. She was working me so well that it didn't take long for me to arrive. With my own mouth full, I couldn't even warn her that I was coming. But it didn't seem to matter. Usually, she would stop sucking and then finish me off by rubbing. On the few occasions that I had ever come in her mouth she had spat my cock out immediately (along with the initial spurt) and used her hands for the rest of the process. This time however, I felt my balls unloading into her throat, but she didn't withdraw. She actually swallowed every drop and was still sucking even as my dick began to deflate. When she finally withdrew her lips she said, "I hope you enjoyed that, because you are going to stay down there until you make me come again, you naughty boy. Come on Ben, get licking. I want to come all over you." I don't know how long this went on for, but when Megan finally orgasmed, she ground herself down on my face and stayed there for some time. It was only when I began to desperately slap at her backside that she realised that she was suffocating me. We lay on the bed kissing and cuddling for a while, both of us exhausted. "You realise that Mummy and Daddy will be wondering what's happened to us?" said Megan. "Maybe they can guess," I replied. "Maybe they do the same sort of thing when we aren't around?" "Ben! That's gross!" Maybe she thought it was gross, but my dick was starting to twitch again and I took the opportunity to unload a third time in such a short period. ***** Chapter 2 From that point on, when we went to visit Megan's parents our sex life seemed to improve. I got horny because of being close to Andrea, while Megan got hot because she knew I was permanently randy. It was about a year later that we went up to spend a week with Mr. and Mrs. Thompson. We had both taken time off work. Andrea (of course) didn't work, but her husband still had to visit the bank each day. I suppose it was fate that we just happened to be staying at the house at the time. Even more so that Megan had decided to go out shopping with an old school friend for the day, taking the car with her. This meant that, to all intents and purposes someone might have assumed that only Andrea was at home. I had been fixing a leaky tap for Andrea when I heard the doorbell ring. The front door banged against the wall. Andrea started a scream but it was cut off. Something was wrong. I rushed out of the bathroom and like a fool hurtled straight downstairs into the unknown. It didn't remain unknown for long. I skidded to a halt, eyes focused on the two round holes at the end of a sawn-off shotgun. "Who the fuck are you?" demanded a voice from a few feet behind the barrels. "I'm... Er... I don't know. I mean, my name is Ben. Ben Tasker. Who are you?" The steel pressed against my forehead. The voice became even more threatening (if that was possible). "How would you like an open-topped head?" Without moving the gun he turned to Andrea who was being held by two more men wearing ski masks. "What's he doing here?" "He's my son. Please don't hurt us. What do you want?" Andrea was clearly scared, but was keeping her cool. "Well, we're going to be your guests for a couple of hours. Then we're going to make a little call to you husband and when he gets home we'll be leaving." Andrea was puzzled. "But why?" she asked. I was a bit quicker off the mark and somehow took courage from Andrea's bravery. "They're bank robbers. They'll call James and tell him to bring the money home with him, that way they won't be on CCTV and can get away cleanly." Maybe I expected him to be impressed with my astuteness. Unfortunately, he wasn't that intelligent and brought the shotgun sharply down on my head. It didn't actually knock me out, but it forced me to drop to my knees. "Tie them up." The leader ordered. I was picked up and dragged into the living room where I was thrown onto the couch. I was still incapable of responding, so they bound Andrea first, tying her hands behind her back. They flipped me over to secure my hands and I landed on Andrea. As they tied my wrists together I lay with my face pressed against her breasts. All I could think of at that point was that I hoped that I wasn't bleeding on her. When they finished, they hauled me upright and left me sitting next to my Mother-in-Law. While one of the men kept a gun trained on us, the others went in search of alcohol. Unfortunately, there was very rarely any beer in the house, which meant that they raided the cocktail cabinet and pulled out the bottles of whisky and brandy. The men turned the television on to keep themselves occupied. "You got any good DVDs then?" the leader asked. Andrea shrugged. "They're in the cabinet over there." The robber walked across to the cabinet and opened it. He began pulling out cases and, having looked at them, tossed them to one side. "This is all bollocks," he said. "Where's your good stuff?" Andrea looked at him blankly. "Come off it darling, don't play the innocent. Where's the stuff you watch to get your knickers wet?" Andrea's mouth dropped open. She spluttered, "How dare you! We don't have that sort of thing in this house!" Behind the mask, a sly grin crept across his face. "I see. So what do you use instead?" Again a blank look. The man walked across the room to stand directly in front of Andrea. His tone was intimidating, menacing, as he said, "What do you do to get yourself turned on? What's makes that pussy of yours start to squirt? What makes you beg for a fucking?" I could tell that Andrea was beginning to get frightened, but I was impressed that she continued to remain calm. I felt I had to try to intervene. "Leave her alone," I said in as quiet and reasonable tone as I could. "You're here to carry out a robbery. Try and concentrate on that, will you?" The eyes in the ski mask glared at me. It looked as though I was about to get hit again. He raised the gun, but before he could bring it crashing down on my skull, Andrea spoke up, "Stop! Please don't hurt him anymore. He was just trying to protect me." The gunman paused and looked back at her. The gun was still raised. "Go on then. Answer me and I won't hit the little bastard." I was half expecting Andrea to ask him what the question was again and I was bracing myself for the blow that would follow. But instead, she looked away and told him, "My nipples. They're very sensitive. My husband knows I like him to play with them." I know that I was in a dangerous and potentially lethal situation and that sex should have been the last thing from my mind, but – so help me – all I could think about was this vision in my mind of Andrea's breasts, crowned with dark, erect nipples. The other two men were sitting in chairs watching. "Well, as you haven't got any DVDs for us to look at, maybe we should have a look at your tits instead," he said. "Come on guys. Robbery is one thing, but if you go any further they'll throw the book at you," I said, wishing I hadn't. "But only if we get caught, smartass." He turned to the others, "Tape his mouth shut. I'm fed up with his crap." A length of gaffer tape was slapped across my mouth, as the masked gunman turned his attention back to Andrea. She was wearing a cream, pleated skirt and white blouse. He reached out and began to unbutton it, very slowly. I could hear his breathing becoming heavier. Having unfastened the last button, he tugged the remaining material out from the waistband and pushed the garment open. I turned my head away, embarrassed to be watching Andrea's discomfort. "Oh no you don't!" said our attacker. "You're going to watch this. I think you might enjoy it too." He laughed; it was a coarse, throaty sound and he used the barrel of the gun to turn my head back. I had no choice but to watch. Andrea was wearing a white bra, the lace material of which did nothing to hide the dark circles of her nipples. The material looked very soft and very fine and from where I was sitting I could see that the nubs had started to rise already. The masked man reached out with one hand and took hold of one. He pulled on it and rolled it between his finger and thumb. When he was satisfied that it was fully erect he moved his attention to the other and did the same to that one. The nipples were about half an inch in width, but poked out almost three quarters of an inch. I was amazed that I had never noticed them before now. "Oh very nice indeed," he said. "But I think that maybe we should see those tits of yours without the bra." The man transferred the gun into his left hand and reached into his trouser pocket. He pulled out a knife and flicked it open. "Hold still darling," he said. The flat edge of the blade slid up under the material holding the two cups together. It was sharp and the merest tug cut through and parted the bra. He carefully closed the knife and put it away, before releasing Andrea's breasts and exposing them for four pairs of male eyes to see. They were big and round, yet they sagged very little. In fact they were magnificent. If my mouth hadn't been taped, I think that I would have been drooling with my tongue hanging out. The man sat astride Andrea's legs and brought his head down to her left breast. "We'll see now, shan't we?" he whispered. I could see him sucking the nipple into his mouth, and then rolling it around with his tongue. He'd transferred the gun back to his right hand and was using his left to play with Andrea's other tit. She began to breathe more heavily and I realised that she had told the truth; she really did get turned on by having her nipples sucked. I couldn't stop myself from wishing it was my mouth instead. My cock was hard now and I hoped that Andrea wouldn't notice. The man had transferred his attention to the other side and used the gun to continue rubbing the saliva wetted one. Andrea started to gasp aloud. I was beginning to wonder if it would be possible for her to come from nipple stimulation alone, when the man stopped and sat back up. "I reckon you may have been telling the truth you little slut." He stood back up and pushed his feet between hers. He knelt forward until he was kneeling on the edge of the seat, pushing Andrea's legs open. He widened the gap between his own knees, forcing hers even further apart. He put the barrel of the shotgun under the hem of the skirt and lifted. I don't know what he could see at this point, but he made a sharp intake of breath and raised the skirt higher. That was when her stocking tops came into my view. I had no idea that Andrea wore stockings. I'm always trying to get my wife to wear them, but it's very rare that she does. "Fucking hell! Take a look at that!" The other two men got up out of their seats and peered over his shoulder. "It looks like she's wet herself. The horny bitch is so turned on that she's drenched her knickers!" Mother-in-Law's Tongue I was close to passing out. I could smell Andrea's arousal now. I must have closed my eyes, because a hand suddenly reached across behind my neck and pulled me forwards. "You want a butcher's, don't you?" My head was propelled down between Andrea's legs. My ear twanged one of the suspender straps as my face was shoved between the silky smoothness of her thighs. My nose was pressed against the gusset of her panties. The musky aroma was overpowering and if my mouth hadn't been taped I would have been sucking her clit through the thin material. The robbers were enjoying this. As they rubbed my face around in the wetness, I could hear Andrea moaning and begging them to stop. "If you come for me now darling, we'll fuck you silly for the rest of the afternoon," the voice said. Andrea couldn't help herself. The attention her breasts had been given, together with the nasal masturbation she was now getting was too much. I could hear her trying to hold back, but finally she came, very, very loudly. I'd almost shot my load in my underpants during this. I didn't want to be turned on but, like Andrea, I couldn't help myself. I'd been left lying between her legs. I felt a hand on my collar drag me away and I was thrown onto a chair opposite. Andrea's hands were untied and she was told to stand up. She rose unsteadily to her feet and looked across at me. She smiled slightly and gave a gentle nod to tell me that she was alright. "OK darling, give us a striptease. Nice and slow, but leave the stockings on." Andrea had turned her back to me and now I could see that her nylons were seamed. How could I have missed that? She started to sway gently as she undid the sleeves on her blouse. As far as I was concerned, the masked men were missing the best part of the show. The way that she moved her ass was hypnotic. The blouse came off along with the remains of her bra and then she started unfastening the skirt. She slowly slid it down over her hips. She didn't let go, but kept hold of the waistband until the skirt was on the floor. I was close to coming yet again. I could feel my cock twitching and I daren't move or I would lose it. Andrea's bum was there, right in front of me and if my hands were free I would be able to grab hold of those perfect cheeks. Andrea stepped out of the skirt and tossed it to one side. All three men were staring intently at the region of her pussy as she started to lower the thong. "Stop!" said the thug. "Open your legs up." She obediently placed her feet about 24 inches apart. "Now pull the material up between your lips. That's it. Keep pulling until it rips" The sharp report of the material letting go seemed to be the signal they had all been waiting for. Her arm was grabbed and she was thrown back down on the couch, where she waited while the men undressed. The leader passed his gun to one of the others, climbed onto the couch with Andrea and took hold of her ankles. He pulled them up into the air and placed them on his shoulders either side of his head. He manoeuvred his dick to the entrance of her pussy and plunged it in up to the balls. Andrea didn't yell or scream, but instead moaned loudly. From where I sat I could see the man's cock sliding in and out of Andrea. From the light glinting off of his shaft I could see that she was well lubricated, thank goodness, because I was sure that the other two were going to take their turn as well. I looked up towards Andrea's face just as her head slipped to one side. Our eyes locked and as the man continued fucking her she kept her gaze on me. I didn't know what to do. Should I avert my eyes? Or should I maintain eye contact in order to let her know I was here for her – even though I could do nothing about her ordeal. Three loud grunts told me that the man was depositing his spunk inside of Andrea. She closed her eyes as he did so and waited patiently for him to climb off of her. When he did, she lowered her feet back onto the couch. I was surprised that she lowered her hand down between her legs – she seemed to be rubbing her clit. The second man was clambering on top of her now. He didn't bother raising her legs, but simply climbed between them and attempted to enter her. He seemed to be having difficulty and I wondered if he was inexperienced. Again, Andrea surprised me by taking hold of his penis and guiding it into herself. I assumed that she was simply trying to get this over and done with as quickly as possible. She seemed to be moving her hips underneath him and he lasted no more than twenty thrusts before his face started to redden and he came. There was still semen dribbling from the end of his dick as he withdrew. The third man had been itching to get his hands on Andrea and as soon as his colleague was out of the way he grabbed an arm and a leg and bodily flipped her over onto her front. He knelt between her legs and placed a hand on either hip, before lifting her ass into the air. He eased his rod in gently, but the angle seemed to have an amazing effect on her. As he started his rhythm, she began to match it and push back at him as he thrust forward. Andrea's usually tidy hair was all over the place. Her make-up was smudged and sweat was shining on her face and body. Once more she looked back across the room at me and stayed that way until her assailant had finished. When he had climbed off of the couch, Andrea slumped down. I don't think the men noticed, but her left hand had slid underneath her. From the muscle movements in her arm I guessed that she was playing with herself again. My view was suddenly blocked by the body of the leader. "Well now. You've been such a good boy that I think its time you were rewarded." Once again I heard that coarse laugh. He dragged me to my feet and left me standing there. Fortunately, I was no longer dizzy from the crack on the head and was able to keep my balance. He looked across at Andrea and said, "We want to see you do the business on him." She sat up slowly, but then paused. "Come on you little slut. Get on with it or we'll take it out on your ass!" he growled. Andrea stood up and walked across towards me. Her eyes never left mine – even as she began to sink to her knees in front of me. Looking down, I watched as she slowly unfastened my belt and then unzipped my trousers. She pulled them all the way down to my ankles, before reaching back up and pushing her fingers inside the waistband of my underpants. She slid them down my legs, having pulled them out far enough to let the head of my dick escape. I wouldn't say that I'm over-endowed, but I'm probably at the upper end of average. Andrea seemed to watch the nodding head for a moment before reaching out and gripping the shaft. She began to rub her hand up and down, starting to masturbate me. Part of me was saying that this was wrong and that we were being forced to do this against our will. But another part of me was imagining that we were in this room alone together and her actions were of her own volition. Andrea leant forward. As she did so she extended her tongue. I'd never noticed before, but it seemed unusually long. My cock jerked violently as the tip of her tongue made contact with base of my shaft, just above the balls. My knees became weak as the soft yet rasping, wet warmth slid up the underside of my penis. As it reached the head it was all I could do to stop myself from spraying her face there and then. I was so close to my own orgasm now that I thought it was only a matter of seconds away. I tried to concentrate on anything but what I was feeling down there. Looking at the leering faces of our attackers helped, which then allowed enough time for Andrea to slide her head down onto my dick, before I finally felt the surge building up in my balls. I looked back down at Andrea. I wanted to say sorry and to warn her that I was about to shoot, but the tape prevented me from doing so. I felt my semen shoot into Andrea's throat. Her reaction was to withdraw until she had just the head of my cock still in her mouth. "Swallow it," said one of the men. But his words were unnecessary. Andrea was already taking it all and as I watched, she raised her eyes up to mine, mouth full of dick, a drop of come dribbling down her chin... and winked! ***** Chapter 3 It was time for the phone call to the bank. They made it from the telephone in the hallway. We could only catch some of the conversation, but it was clear that Andrea's husband was being instructed to empty the cash machine before he left the bank and bring the money home. Non-compliance would result in dire consequences for his wife. Andrea had dressed me when she had finished, but remained naked herself even though the men had put their own clothes back on. When the leader returned he looked her up and down. He couldn't resist one more squeeze of her breasts but knew that he had to be ready for the return of her husband. "Get upstairs and make yourself look respectable." He indicated to one of the others, "You go with her and don't let her out of your sight, understood?" He nodded and guided Andrea by the elbow towards the stairs. They were gone some time and I was beginning to wonder what was happening when I finally heard the footsteps on the stairs. As they walked back into the room, Andrea was wiping something from the corner of her mouth. I noticed that his flies were partially undone. Who was this woman? The straight-laced and disapproving Mother-in-Law was nowhere to be seen. James walked up the driveway looking a little like Father Christmas, with a large red sack over his shoulder. The weight was making him lean forward. "Where's my wife?" were his first words. "She's alright isn't she? You haven't harmed her?" The bag was ripped from his hands and he was propelled into the lounge. "Andrea, thank God you're OK!" he exclaimed. "Quiet! All of you!" shouted the leader. "Bind and gag her and make sure that you tie both their legs up as well. "You!" he said to me. "Over on the settee with her." I walked across and sat down next to Andrea. One of the men was binding her wrists together with gaffer tape. He then turned his attention to me and bound my ankles tightly. As he was working I heard one of the men leave through the front door. Their leader was finishing tying James's hands and then put a hood over his head. The man binding my ankles finished and turned back to Andrea. He grabbed her roughly and lifted her legs up onto his shoulder. I could see that she had removed her stockings and suspenders when she went upstairs, but hadn't bothered with knickers (I assume because she'd been told not to). He quickly wrapped the tape around her legs and then ran his hands up to her ass. He gave her cheeks a squeeze and then took the opportunity to quickly slip two fingers up to knuckles into her pussy. All of this was happening just three feet away from me. He released her legs and let them fall across my lap. The leader was now explaining what was going to happen, "My mate has gone to fetch the van. We're going to take the bank manager here for a little ride with us. Just for insurance. You two will stay here until we let him go. No police, nothing, or else. Understand?" We both nodded. I heard a vehicle pull up into the drive. James was led out. "Make sure that they're not going to get free in a hurry," the leader ordered. His mate looked at us both. I couldn't see his face, but there seemed to be a wicked glint in his eye. He checked over his shoulder to be sure the others had gone and then quickly pulled out a knife and cut through the tape on Andrea's legs and wrists. For a moment I thought that he was going to make it possible for us to get free more easily. But I was wrong. He threw one of Andrea's legs behind me and then told me to lie down on top of her. He then rapidly taped her legs behind my back, causing them to be held in a wide spread position. He then pulled her arms under my armpits and fastened them behind my back. I was acutely aware that Andrea had to bear all of my weight, but maybe we could move when they had gone. He was about to leave when a voice called out to him; "Come on Ter... shit! What are you playing at?" "Thirty seconds," he shouted back. I suddenly felt his hands at my belt. Rapidly he unfastened my trousers and yanked both them and my underpants down to my bound ankles. When he pulled up Andrea's skirt I froze. My cock was lying across her pussy! I daren't move. "Have fun," he chuckled and ran out of the door, slamming it behind him. To my horror, I could feel my dick starting to move, beginning to harden. Andrea breathed into my ear, "What are you up to you naughty boy?" I felt as though I was suddenly in another world. She wriggled beneath me, which only made matters worse. I wanted to tell Andrea that I couldn't help myself and that I was really, really sorry, but the tape was still covering my mouth. She said, "This is all very well, but do you realise that I only came once earlier on and now your dick is rubbing across my clitoris and making me horny all over again?" I didn't know what to say, even if I could. "Oh for goodness sake!" she said and wriggled beneath me again. She placed her bound hands up on my shoulder and pulled down. I was relieved to feel my cock sliding from her body - but only for a few seconds - as I realised that the head was now sitting at the open hole of her vagina. She changed the position of her hands, grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me into her. "Now, no excuses, just fuck me until I come. Do it Ben. I'm desperate." I can't explain how difficult it is to fuck someone when your arms are tied behind your back, but the result was that I could only make small penetrating movements. I could feel Andrea's hips rotating to meet me and her clitoris rubbing against my pubic bone. I lasted far longer than I would have expected and both of us were making a lot of noise. I could feel my cock getting harder as I neared my climax and I tried to put every ounce of energy that I had left into my thrusts. The semen surged up through the shaft and began to spurt into the warm, wet darkness of Andrea's cunt. My heavier thrusts combined with the liquid shooting into her pushed Andrea over the edge and into what seemed a highly prolonged series of spasms, which left both of us panting for air. We stayed locked together for quite some time, until our breathing and pulses had returned to normal. "I suppose we had better try to get ourselves untangled," she said. I couldn't understand how and began to worry that we might be found like this. I can feel one of Andrea's hands moving across my own hands behind my back. She was feeling for the end of the tape binding my wrists. I could both hear and feel her fingernails digging at an edge until she could lift a corner. This took a while, but once she had managed it she was able to start removing the length of black, sticky vinyl. Finally, my hands became free, but my arms had been bent back for so long that they were useless. I managed to get my elbows underneath me and take some of my weight off of Andrea. "You need to slide down and out from between my legs," she told me. I reached up to my face and ripped the tape from my mouth. It hurt. Andrea lifted her legs high enough to allow me to work my way down her body, passing her rucked-up skirt and across her naked belly. I came face to face with her pussy and realised that I'd had no idea that she was clean-shaven. I could see my come oozing from her lips and it reminded me of a sexual escapade that I'd had with her daughter some time before. I had an overwhelming urge to lick and suck and drink. With an effort of sheer will power I continued my journey down and out from between Andrea's legs. Having pulled my trousers and underpants up - but before I removed the tape on my own legs - I freed Andrea's instead. Once I had untied myself completely I then freed her hands as well. I was trying not to notice that she had left her knees raised and legs apart with her heels on the cushion. I assumed that this was for the same reason that I had had trouble with my arms. Finally, Andrea sat up. She took my head between her hands and kissed me tenderly on the lips. "Thank you for your bravery today. It made it all bearable," she said. "I need to go upstairs and have a shower. You stay here and watch for the phone to ring." "Wait!" I said. "What about forensic evidence? I mean, the police will want samples, won't they?" She smiled sympathetically but with a look such as you would give a child who as asked a naive question. "And if they do, they'll find the come of four different men in my pussy – including yours. And how are we going to explain that?" "But.." I began to protest. "No buts. What has happened is best forgotten. We'll just tell the police that they tied us up and left us on the couch." ***** Epilogue When Andrea came back downstairs she had restored her normal composure and looked as elegant as usual, just as if nothing unusual had happened. She poured us both a stiff drink and we sat sipping and waiting. Not long after, we heard a vehicle pull into the drive. The blue flashing lights gave us the clue that the police were here. James had been driven about ten miles away and then left in the back of the van where they had parked in a lay-by and then driven off in another vehicle. Fortunately, a young couple had pulled into the lay-by for a bit of 'back seat fun' and heard him kicking at the doors. They had been left unlocked and he was soon released. Using one of the couple's mobile phones he immediately called the police and explained what had happened. No more than five minutes had passed before a patrol car arrived to secure the scene. Meanwhile another vehicle had been despatched to the house. The thieves were never caught, which is probably just as well because we didn't really want them telling salacious tales to the police. Andrea never mentioned either her sexual experiences with the men, or with me. But every now and then I thought I caught her eyeing me up. And when she caught me doing the same to her, she merely smiled. *****