0 comments/ 124092 views/ 1 favorites Mother-In-Law By: Alluring_Fox Chapter One… Kelly’s mother had never been married, shed obviously caught as a youngster, a sixteen year old to be precise. After that the toll of bringing up a baby by herself had excluded the opportunity or the desire for boyfriends and lovers. Kelly thought that her mother probably had not even taken a lover after her conception but she didn’t really know. Kelly was twenty five – coming on twenty six and was an almost splitting image of her mother. Jet black hair, straight reaching the mid of her back. Broad shoulders supported a thin neck and ample breasts. A flat stomach widened into broad shapely hips. Kelly had the perfect hour glass figure. Her mother was the same only differentiated by being slightly taller, and the very occasional glistening grey hair in her mass of jet black hair. Rachael had lived with Kelly and Steve for some two years now or more to the truth Steve and Kelly had lived with Rachael for the two years. For it was Rachael who had put up the money to buy the small café that they worked and lived above. Steve had his own job that took him all over the country and while he was away Rachael was good company for her daughter. The flat above the café in which they lived was a small two bedroomed affair with one bathroom and a small kitchen diner. It wasn’t that they were broke and that this one the only option, it was that Rachael living with them had always intended to be a temporary measure but had worked so well that they had not bothered to change it. Steve had a good job and earned a reasonable wage. He had often mentioned to Kelly about moving out of the café and finding a house of their own but she had always resisted. Kelly was close to her mother and didn’t find the thought of leaving her very appealing. They were an open family, spoke about everything and were not afraid of their bodies. Steve slept naked and on many occasions on a trip to the toilet in the night had met his mother en route to or from the toilet. She often joked with him as he walked past her to the shared bathroom, exclaiming the one night “Oh I see that cock of yours doesn’t get any smaller eh..” as she chuckled as she headed to her bedroom. On another occasion Steve had awoken with a huge erection and needing the toilet he had to squeeze past Rachael as he headed for the loo. “My oh my Steve” Rachael had said “Is that my daughters doing?”, “No”, said Steve “its just a nocturnal hard on that’s all.” “I hope that things not loaded or likely to go off any minute” she giggled as she felt the hot purple head of his erect penis brush her hip as he squeezed past her and into the bathroom. Steve walked into the bathroom wondering how he was going to urinate with his erect penis pointing at the ceiling. Steve wasn’t particularly well hung, not by other blokes standards anyway. His erection was about 6 inches long, although it’s girth was what Kelly always told him gave her the most pleasure. “Damn thing” he whispered under his breath. “Hows a bloke supposed to have a piss with a hard-on like this?” He held the base of his penis, wrapping his fingers around its length. He felt the urge to masturbate but he knew that was not going to help his predicament. He clenched his buttocks in an effort to hold back the flow of urine that threatened to flow freely from the engorged hole in his purple head. Steve pushed his penis down towards the toilet, this very act sending electrifying pulses of erotic waves through his body. Rachael looked on from the semi open doorway. She knew she shouldn’t. But was powerless to move. She had a view of Steve’s left buttock tense with dark hairs trailing from the top of his legs disappearing between his buttocks. She looked to her left and her concentration was captured by the side on view of Steve in the wall mirror. His eyes were closed as he stood in front of the toilet. His right hand wrapped around his hard-on. Rachael gasped gently as Steve’s hand started to move slowly up his organ, his foreskin engulfing his swollen purple head. Then in a slow and gentle rhythm his hand would pull the foreskin of his penis down once again exposing his glistening glans. Rachael looked away for she knew she should not look. This was her son in front of her. But some uncontrollable urge forced her to turn her head back to watch Steve as he continued to masturbate over the toilet in front of her. She felt her vagina start to lubricate itself. Small droplets of her juices trickled between her inner lips of her snatch. She wanted to move up behind him, to offer him her hand, to feel the weight and the texture of his erect penis. Steve’s hand had now speeded up its movements and she continued to watch as he let his head hang back, obviously enjoying the sensations that travelled from the tip of his penis down his shaft to his testicles where they obviously spread throughout his body. Rachael’s hand travelled instinctively to her breast, she felt her nipple harden through the thin material of her nightie. Why was she watching him? Why was she watching her daughters husband masturbate in the middle of the night? She knew that her daughter, his wife lay sleeping in the next room. Rachael had never seen a man masturbate before and she was intrigued by the sight of this man, a male in his prime now beating his meat for all his worth. His hips jerk and his loins thrusting forward as he imagined himself sliding into a wet pungent vagina To be continued….. Mother-In-Law Mothers come in many shapes and sizes, and mine [ of some 3 months standing ] had a very voluptuous shape, a good nature, a sense of fun, was tall, slim, and in her early forties. My wife had hinted as to her having a roving eye and perhaps some affairs & not without the knowledge of her dad. He was Ron, a senior civil servant who was often away from their home in London. On this particular spring half-term break Jude & Hazel [ my wife and mother-in-law ] had planned to go for a weekends shopping in Paris whilst father in law and I were to stay in town. When we arrived on the Thursday evening - the plans had already gone awry with Hazel recovering from a heavy bout of 'flu and feeling too lousy to shoot off to Paris. Why waste the tickets? Mother suggested that Jude and I should go instead , but as I'd already arranged to meet friends who were travelling down to London on Friday evening to see me, I had to refuse. So Jude and her dad left early on the Friday morning, with Ron joking that I would end up chauffeuring for Hazel, who couldn't drive. After they had left I took her breakfast up to their bedroom. Hazel was propped up on her pillows looking better than she had the previous day and with the bedclothes just about covering the nipples on her ample and well shaped breasts. She smiled as she caught me looking but made no attempt to cover herself further. I put it down and after telling her I was off out to get a paper, left the room. When I got back in - she was drifting around the kitchen with a cup of coffee, wearing a loose fitting kimono which kept opening above and below the belt as she moved. 'Your friends phoned whilst you were out', she said. 'They wanted me to give you their apologies but their baby was sick so they are having to cry off'. She looked at me and added that she could see I was as disappointed. 'Never mind, tonight why don't we go out for a drink and get to know each other better', she suggested. She also went on to say that as part of her own recovery therapy she would shortly be off out to do some shopping and afterwards would be off to visit a friend. She added, ' I'll ring about 7pm & tell you where to meet - it will probably be a pub in Rickmansworth that's where she lives. It's about a forty minute drive up the A1 through North London and as I'll be drinking I won't be taking the car, so don't forget or fall asleep', she demanded. It was nearer 8pm when I got the call from Toni her friend, to come out to the Green Man 'pub in Rickmansworth. She also warned me that if I was babysitting my mother I should not take too take too long as there were a couple of guys chatting them up. As she had to leave straight away she didn't want Hazel to be on her own too long. At 8.45pm I drove into the pubs car park. Dusk was falling and although spring, there was a chill in the air. Consequently the Green Man's beer garden which ran down to some trees and a river, was deserted. The tree lined river bank had already sunk into a light blue haze and I knew that the evening would soon pass into darkness as I found a path which led in through the rear exit. Gaining entry I found myself in a long corridor between the pubs inner lounge door and the one I'd entered through. Off the corridor to my right lay the ladies and gents toilets and it was my need for a pee that took me into to the men's. As I entered I heard Hazels voice talking in a tipsy slur. I was soon able to observe her through the half open door. She swept past in the company of two middle age black guys, one of whom had a hand on her ass whilst the other led her by the hand . It was clear to me she wasn't objecting. I gave them a few moments and cautiously followed them outside. The three were disappearing towards the trees by the river. So as to be none too obvious and being somewhat in a quandary as to what I should do, I decided to follow by a more circuitous route. Consequently it took me some three or four minutes to get into the trees and close enough to see them. What I saw took my breath away. One of the men was standing in front of her. Her skirt and top were already on the ground and his right hand was already buried deep in her knickers. The other man stood behind her and she was leaning back to kiss him whilst each of his hands were curled around her pale breasts. I heard her give a little moan as one or more of the fingers in her knickers found her hole and entered. I remained riveted as she parted her legs to in order to give them better access. Leaning further back onto her second paramour she soon started to moan until within a minute or two she was gasping for breath as an orgasm started to take hold of her taut frame. I couldn't believe it! There was my mother, her knickers by now taut below her fanny, legs apart, a black guy rhythmically pushing at least a couple of fingers in and out of her twat, whilst another behind her was mauling both tits. As I watched her body grew taut, rigid and then I heard her orgasm rise as a long, low moan, which continued for at least a couple of minutes. Once this was over she quickly stopped the action. She stood up straight and disentangled herself. I heard Hazel say, ' Don't worry guys I'm not a prick tease. Quickly her knickers came off and leaning back against a tree trunk she opened her legs and asked whether or not they would like to shove their black dicks up some white cunt? If they would perhaps they would like to show her what they could offer? This behaviour both excited & fascinated me but the language shocked me as she was usually so middle class in its usage and after all she was my mother! Her finger stroking paramour was first to drop his pants and he revealed a good 9" weapon with a wicked downward curl. I was impressed , if she was - she didn't say so as his companion was holding his out for her inspection. This was a long thin pencil of a least a fourteen inches and I'd never seen one that big! She smiled, ' thin first, on your back baby', I heard her say. She took his coat and threw it on the floor beckoning him to lay down. Once he had duly obliged she got down astride him and holding the tip of his knob guided it to the entrance to her hole. Once there she sank down on the first six inches and moved her ass back up to the tip again. Over the next five minutes on each trip her cunt took down that rod, it went a fraction lower - until she was hitting bottom and her ass cheeks were slapping on his thighs. After this achievement each stroke would take her to the very tip of his cock before she slammed down its shaft again with each piston like strokes bouncing the nipples of her tits onto his chest. She kept this up for a good 10 minutes before I saw him grab her ass at the bottom of a stroke and hold her there. 'Wait', he said. 'It's gotta long way to shoot up - it takes awhile' From my vantage points I could see his balls moving and an almost dog knot shape travelled up his dick and she squealed as it must have squirted deep into womb. Over the next two or more minutes he held her still as this happened three more times - each delivery being followed by a squeal. When he let go she climbed off to be greeted by another mini spout from the end of his dick which caught Hazel on her ass. With her bent over I could see cum oozing in copious quantities from her hole. As she righted herself this was followed by a larger outflow down the inside of her long legs. Giving it a few seconds to empty she wiped her inner thighs and fanny down with her knickers, strode over to the other man, grabbed him by the dick and led him to a fallen tree trunk. Letting go she bent over it and spread her legs presenting him with the rear of her cunt at just the right height for him to walk his prick onto! He did. It took him moments to set up a rhythm which saw his balls slapping her ass cheeks at the end of each stroke. From my vantage point it was a very erotic sight watching a black dick skewering her from tip to root though it was only a couple of minutes before he was ready to dump his load. Pulling out he told her to turn round as he wanted to cum in her tits. This she did and he got her laying flat down on her back, straight onto the leafy floor. Sitting astride her got her to cup her breasts together before inserting his dick between them. He then started ramming the tip of his cock in and out of this titty cunt until he came. For a good fifty seconds his strokes shot jism out through the top of her cleavage onto her mouth, chin and eyes whilst at the bottom it rivered down onto her belly. When he climbed off she looked at him and lay there rubbing his cum into her skin. All the time she had her legs open and spunk from her first fuck which was still seeping out - had formed a white ring in the fanny hairs around her hole. Laying back she looked across to the first black guy and addressing him asked them both if they were up to a real fuck. He was across in a flash and had his dick up her quicker than a terrified rabbit dives down a hole. After couple of minutes of him banging her cunt she intimated he should pay some attention to her breasts, encouraging him to fuck & suck as she so nicely put it. For her part I could see she was enjoying this more and was obviously working her way towards a good orgasm. For his part her lover banged away at her cunt and sucked tit until he finally lifted her hips, skewered her fully on his cock, and held her still as he dumped inside her again. He must have held her rigid for ninety seconds or more before finally spent pulling his spent weapon out. Mother for her part rudely told his companion to come over and stuff his cock in her twat because she was only halfway there. Once he was between her thighs he quickly rammed his dick up her with such enthusiasm that he was rewarded with an arc of white cum. This had been expelled from her cunt with such force that it shot up onto his belly. As he repeatedly rammed into her it dripped in white pearl like strings, back onto her skin. He kept up furious pace for a good five minutes and I could hear rather than see in the gloom that she was heading towards a massive orgasm. So despite wanting to stay I decided to head quietly back to the pub and be waiting for her there when she'd finished her little adventure. I had been at the bar for a good twenty minutes, my mind excited and yet disconcerted by what I'd seen, when she came in. She looked like she'd been out for a stroll rather than having the ass fucked off her. ' Ah', Terry she said, ' if the cars outside lets go', and we quickly exited for the car park. We spent the first five minutes of the forty minute drive back in silence. Then she looked at me and smiled. ' Saw it all, didn't you? No need to deny it. I saw you in the doorway of the gents as we went out'. I mumbled that I had. 'You like my husband, I could see it straight away, the first time we met, I knew you were a watcher' 'He likes to watch me do it with other men and then do it to me afterwards, on our own'. 'Where you excited?' I didn't reply, so she took my hand of the gear stick and held it between her legs whilst she moved her crutch down onto it. It was incredibly wet. Slowly she led my fingers between her knickerless legs to a slit which was warm and well lubricated. She pushed my fingers on until they reached her hole and I could feel it still leaking warm spunk onto the seat. It was incredible exciting. ' Less than 20 minutes ago there were two throbbing black knobs up there ramming their spunk into me, would you like to have some?' Have you ever had sloppy seconds, Ron loves them?' She reached over and felt for my dick, it was rock hard, and she laughed. ' I see you want to learn', she murmured. The only thing I managed to say in reply was the pathetic, ' Your staining the seat'. She laughed again, ' Ron likes to clean it off the next morning', she stated. 'Right afterwards he likes to come upstairs and give me a good seeing to while I tell him all about it. He likes it even more if I'm still well lubricated with cum!' The whole drive seemed minutes and we were soon at home. Once inside she took me by the hand and undid my zip her hand quickly finding my hard on. ' Oh we still want to learn don't we, it's not hard to tell.' Seconds later I was lying flat out & naked on their sofa. Hazel had her own clothes on the floor even quicker and was soon sat astride me with her hot, wet fanny hovering just above my groin. ' Imagine your Jude with her legs wide apart whilst a stranger is banging her with his dick. He's doing it bareback, no rubber. You're so close you can hear his dick plunging in and out. She's grunting each time his shaft fucks right up her. She's pushing her cunt down to meet each stroke. He bangs her for a good long time until she's begging him to give her a baby, flood her cunt. You can see his balls bouncing off her, hear them slapping against her skin. You see them tighten whilst she's begging for him to give it to her, and he does. She's squeals like a stuck pig and he's grunting the whole time he's dumping his load. They fall silent. He climbs off and you can see that between her still parted legs - his white cum is starting to leak out. She gets up and comes over to you. His semen is running down her the inside of her thighs. You lay back as she climbs astride you. The tip of your dick is at the entrance to her hole and then she sinks down onto you. Inside she feels like this'. With that my dick was fully up her! It was a feeling I'll never forget. Her cunt was warm, soft, velvety. As she started to move up and down on my pole it was as if my dick was in a warm honey pot. I look down. Her fanny hairs had white spunk beaten to a froth caught in them, her cunt was already sliding up and down my dick with a regular rhythm. I lost myself in it all. I'm holding her hips slamming her down the full length of me, next I'm cupping a breast , then sucking on an already gorged, cherry red nipple. She's moaning and I cum wildly sucking a nipple whilst I pump the heaviest load I've ever experienced deep inside her. Unusually my dick does not grow small, it stays up feeling its own and others cum swirling around, softly coating the warm walls of her pussy. It's like a glove. She climbs off and there is a soft plopping noise as my pole slips out. I look down and watch my own and others spunk as it flows down her inner thighs. I hear her murmur, ' ... that is what's most unromantically called sloppy seconds. But I've never met or spoken to a man who has experienced it, who doesn't remember it fondly, and many find it addictive!' I sat up and she arranged herself at the far end of the sofa facing me and lit a cigarette. She provocatively parted her legs and with her knees under her chin I found myself staring down at her leaking hole, it was a great sight. ' Viewing the damage?', she asked. ' Most of it's yours, that was a hell of a load' and it took an age. ' Oh, and don't mind the stain. Ron will be having extra cleaning duties and treats when he get back, he'll be delighted. You might find this hard to believe but despite you being married to our daughter, he'll be half getting his rocks of now by hoping you're giving me one'. Strangely enough I now didn't find that hard to believe. I looked at the clock and was shocked that over half an hour had passed without any sense of time at all. I didn't dare tell her that normally my 'load' was rather wimpy and my best duration was around ten minutes. 'Now', she said 'You have to thank me by making me cum in my favourite style!' Putting her cigarette out and getting me up she laid herself flat across the sofa on her side before beckoning me to lay next to her. As I climbed into place she told me not to worry about her Jude as she ' wouldn't mind me giving her mum one, keeping it in the family as we were. As it happened I was not at all feeling guilty. Keeping her legs together Hazel nonetheless parted her fanny lips revealing her red, enlarged clit. She instructed me to lay the tip of my dick above it at the top of her crack. When there she manipulated her fanny lips so they became a mini womb of about four inches. 'All you have to do now' she said, 'is fuck me hard with short strokes and keep going whatever I say - until I go completely quiet.' 'When you're ready to cum tell me, stop fucking and make sure your dick floods out all over my clit' It took a few seconds of practice to get the stroke right but I quickly got going. Each mini stroke took the head of my dick over her clit and back. As I was laying alongside with my face next to her tits and with my hands free they also got a good mauling not to mention the fact she was soon possessing a pair of well sucked nipples. Within minutes she'd started breathing heavily, and this soon became soft moans. Next came the jerky movements of her legs and hips as she 'bumped' my strokes with well timed little thrusts of her own. Before I felt myself close to an orgasm she had had several mini peaks, these marked by a murmuring wail each time. At the moment before my release I grabbed he ass cheeks and rammed her to me and pumped out straight onto her clit. At the first gush she both shuddered and emitted an eerie low pitch wail. Each of my succeeding three spurts also forced their way over it. For her part she gave a sob like groan, shuddered and laid still. I swear she didn't take another breath for sixty seconds or more. When she finally spoke it was to say she'd had enough. Later I spent the night in her bed enjoying her a couple of more times from the rear. Though I didn't yet know it this was to be the start of a number of sexual adventures with her - but they are other tales I have yet to tell. Mother-in-Law My mother Janet is 50 with the body of a 30 year old. She has a 36dd bust, nice shapely legs and a really cute derriere. I have had sex with my mother-in-law a couple of times that was exciting for both of us. It all started when we went out for family nights out and gatherings, she would always flirt and tease me by saying I was the best son she had and how her daughter was the luckiest woman alive, you know the stuff ego's are made of. She would always dance with me and make sure there was some kind of sex talk whilst dancing. To be honest I hadn't really thought of her sexually until recently when her car was broken and had to rely on people in the family to take her places, of course I never gave it a second thought for taking her places when I was available. The first time it happened I had taken her to a meeting about 30 miles away from where she lives and waited in the car for her. About an hour or so later she came out of the meeting and we were driving home when I noticed that her skirt had ridden up and was showing what I thought were stockings. Janet was wearing a skirt suit with a white blouse that was un-buttoned at the top. The chat had weirdly turned to a more adult chat, how her and her husband were doing relationship wise. Janet told me that she suspected her fella was cheating on her (my wife had told me that he was cheating on her as he had been seen) so I didn't know what to say to her other than say I couldn't believe it if he was while trying to console her. Janet started to get very upset so I found a pub and we stopped off for a drink to calm her down. Once inside Janet broke down in tears and I sat beside her and held her. The pub was not busy so I wasn't bothered that she was upset. I had my arm around her and she had her head on my shoulder and she had hold of my hand. After the tears had stopped we had a really good chat about things and she started to tell me about my wife and how she knew something about her but didn't want to say. So I pleaded with her to tell me and she eventually came out with, my wife had cheated on me as one of her friends had seen her with another man (this man I actually knew, as we often have 3sums with him and I wasn't about to tell Janet that) I pretended to be shocked and Janet told me that her daughter was lucky to have me and how could she do that to me. Janet started to rub my leg and try to console me even though I wasn't bothered, a bit annoyed that my wife had been seen and what people were thinking of her even though that's how we live, but anyway that's another story. To be honest the way Janet was rubbing my leg I did get excited, and had started to breathe faster, so I returned the favour to her by rubbing her leg up and under the hem of her skirt and up toward her knickers, but she had tights on not stockings as I had thought. I started to rub her through her tights anyway she had started to breathe faster as she was starting to fondle me through my trousers. I pulled away from Janet and told her that we were in a pub and we couldn't and shouldn't be doing this. Janet said that she wanted me and we could drive somewhere, I was totally shocked and my head was spinning as we just stood up and went back to the car. When we got in the car Janet was straight on my cock like a mad woman, she unzipped me and started to suck me off. I moved in the car park to where no one would be able to see what was going on and I then went straight for her and shoved my hand under her skirt as she opened her legs really wide for me so I could rub her and I could feel she was wet. All the while we were kissing like to school kids. I asked Janet if she would jump in the back with me, which we did. Janet took her tights off and I pulled my clothes off so she could get better access to me, she soon was back to sucking my cock. I had my hand inside her silky panties and to my shock she was totally shaven smooth and I could not believe that she had a shaven pussy. Janet was soon coming all over my hand, and the way she was sucking me off I wasn't going to last much longer. So I pulled Janet onto my lap and she slowly impaled herself onto my ready to burst cock. I undone her blouse and started to suck her nipples which I already suspected would be big and hard as my wife's are and I wasn't to be disappointed. Janet was really a sexy woman and I couldn't believe and still can't believe why her husband has been cheating on her. In the backseat things thing's got really frantic as we humped and came together and I filled her pussy with cum. It was the best sex I have ever had off an older woman, we both sat and spoke for a while and talked about how things would go from here. As I was happy with my wife (as we do swing and we both love it) I told Janet we shouldn't do this again. So we both got dressed and I drove her home in silence. I spoke to Janet the next day as she called me on the phone and said she wanted to meet me again for the same thing. I have met Janet since then at her house which is another story, I have found out things about Janet and her husband that are very similar to the ones me and my wife have. It has opened my eyes over the past few months. But that's another story for another time! Mother-in-Law Raj came out of the kitchen sweating profusely. It was about noon. Food was ready for him and his mother. His wife had already left for work. As Raj sank in the chair, wiping his face with an apron, he thought of how his life had changed in the last few months. In a way, he was more fulfilled than ever. However, he also asked himself if this was the life he wanted. Presently, his mother got up. She had completed her daily religious rituals. "Maa ji" (meaning mother), as Raj used to call her, was short, fair and a little towards the heavier side. She was wearing a grey sari. Her hair was long, freshly oiled and combed straight, reaching her shoulders. A large bindi adorned her forehead and below it, her bulging eyes spit fire. Raj could never look up at those eyes. He quailed with fear whenever his pale, docile eyes reached those glowing embers. Besides, he was not supposed to look up. Raj threw himself at her feet. As was the ritual, he first kissed the ground in front of her. Then he touched her feet with his forehead. His hands were clasped together, just the way he prayed in the temples. His Goddess was standing right in front of him. "Bless me, Maa ji. Give me the ability to serve you and your daughter better every day". This was the prayer that he used to say everyday. Maa ji merely brushed his hair with the sole of her foot, with studied nonchalance. However, as Raj knew fully well, any error in showing adequate respect to Maa ji, or not supplicating properly would have the most dangerous consequences. Maa ji sat herself in the red patterned couch, switching on the TV. Raj knew what to do. He hurriedly went to Maa ji, took the slippers from her feet and placed them carefully and properly on the ground. Then he took Maa ji's feet in his lap, and started massaging them, all the while keeping his eyes lowered. Maa ji did not say a word, nor did she motion him to do anything. Such was the command she had achieved over Raj. He was a like a pet to her now. If there was anything wrong, Maa ji would immediately let him know in her own way. Suddenly Maa ji gave a painful kick to his balls. "Idiot dog, why are you lingering so long on one leg?" Raj writhed in pain. Still, he did not forget his programmed response. "Sorry, Maa ji, Forgive this worthless male," he said out loud, as he rubbed his nose in the ground three times. This was the way a slave was supposed to ask for forgiveness. After about half an hour of massage, Maa ji decided that she was hungry. She snapped her fingers, and her pet again knew his task. He carefully placed the slippers back again to her divine feet, and ran back to the kitchen. Maa ji walked up and sat herself on the dining table. Raj was soon ready with several elaborate dishes. He was to remain standing as she had her food, head bowed in reverence, and serving her every need. A motion of her hand was enough. At the end of her lunch, his work would be judged. This was important, for it would decide what, if any he was to eat for his lunch. Of course, it was Maa ji's leftovers, but did he earn that privilege today? Raj again supplicated at her feet, his forehead touching them. "Maa ji, this insignificant male seeks permission to eat your left overs." It was not, however, his day. "Dog, you cant massage my feet properly, how dare you ask for food? You will go starving today, but you may lick the dirt from my slippers." Raj thanked her profusely for the honor. Maa ji went back to the couch, concentrating on her daily soap. She sat cross-legged this time, and Raj knew what to do. Like a dog, he came crawling, licking the dirt from the soles of her worn slippers. He slurped like a dog, too, licking each part of the sole with the dedication of a devotee. This was the first thing that was going into his stomach since the morning. Hunger increased his devotion, and Maa ji was enjoying the sensation of his tongue through her slipper. At one point, she took her eyes off a buxom blonde with an unfaithful lover, and gave Raj a stare. Raj always trembled at those icy stares. They ripped through his chest, like a sharp knife. He knew the code. He must become more aggressive in his licking. He must provide more enjoyment to his mother. If his devotion is not to her satisfaction now, he will again have to lick her slippers for his dinner. His hunger would be her enjoyment. This was the reason she deprived him of food sometimes. After all, he was a pet for her amusement. Raj started licking aggressively. He had to please this woman, for she controlled his life. All his property was now in her name. He had never thought this petite woman could have so much cruelty in her small frame. She crossed her leg. It was fresh food for Raj. He started licking the dirt from her other slipper. Maa ji was engrossed in her TV soap, and paid no attention to Raj. But he knew that the slightest error on his part would lead to severe punishment. He went on licking like a mad dog. His tongue, though long used to the activity, was paining. Maa ji suddenly put her slippered foot on his shoulders, and started fondling his hair. He again knew what to do. This was sign that she was happy with him. He had to behave like her pet doggie now. He brushes his nose against her feet now, occasionally smelling its odor like an obedient dog. Maa ji put her foot on his head, pressing lightly. She then nudged him with her foot, asking him to turn over. She placed her foot on his Adam's apple, lightly stroking his neck. Then suddenly she increased the pressure on his neck. Her eyes changed from playful, to cruel. He knew what was coming. This was her way of testing her pet. She stepped up the pressure, like the speed on an accelerator paddle. He was trying to breathe quickly. She felt the rush of speed, the giddy rush of power. He was helpless now. She can cut off his breathing. She can kill him if he wants to. But he has not raised a hand in self defense. Such was her control over him. The extent of his submission was his surrender. She had broken him completely. She kept increasing the pressure until he could breathe no more, and held it for a few minutes. It seemed like eternity to him. He still did not raise his hands in self defense. He lay like the faithful dog, trying to absorb the pain and suffering inside his body. Suddenly, she let go of him. He was panting like a marathon runner. She gave her a swift kick in the jaws. It meant his service was no longer needed now. She wished to be left alone. He was a spent force, not of any use to her now, this panting male. However, Raj knew, he should remain alert, and present himself as soon as she snapped her fingers. Mother In Law (This is a true story. My mother died a few years ago. We have many fond memories of our times with her. We miss her greatly.) * My mother, Margaret, officially, but Marge or Margie to most people, and I always got along fairly well. I treated her decent and liked her cooking and her daughter was happy with me and I guess that was what she cared most about. She had a small apartment on the first floor of the same building occupied by the family business. There were two bedrooms and a smaller apartment on the second floor and a quite large loft area on the third floor. When my wife, Glynda, and I were there we stayed in the small apartment. Our two daughters would use the separate bedrooms if they came down. My wife's dad had died a couple of years before and I don't think many people missed him much. He didn't treat anybody very well, least of all his wife, son, and two daughters, and nobody's cooking was as good as his, and although he often said he could cook something better, he never volunteered to do it. We were down at "Mom's" for vacation. There wasn't much to do in the little fishing and logging town, but it was close to the beaches and the mountains. Glynda and I would go out on the beach late in the afternoon and watch the sun go down and then build a little fire and fuck for a couple hours on a big blanket and then go home and soak in the steam bath for a couple of hours and fuck some more. Or we would go for a hike up in the mountains in the morning and then take a nap and fuck in some grassy meadow for most of the afternoon. You can tell there was one thing uppermost in our minds. The steam bath was actually a Finnish style sauna. A very hot, very dry heat, very little steam at all. Glynda's dad had built it in the back of the factory and it had become popular with nearly everyone. In fact my oldest daughter was conceived in it, near as we could figure. Glynda and her mom were only about 20 years apart in age and were mistaken for sisters quite often. Their size and build were very similar except that Margie was a little bustier and a little hippier with a few more wrinkles. And while Glynda frosted her hair because it was fashionable, Marge did it to hide some gray and look younger. It was difficult to tell them apart without looking really close. And therein lies the tale. I had been over at the neighborhood tavern for a few hours that afternoon, drinking beer and visiting with a few guys that I knew from when we had lived there years ago. It was dinner time, and I was a little tipsy, and also horny from watching the barmaids running around in their short skirts and low-cut blouses for several hours. I walked into the downstairs apartment to see what the prospects for dinner were. There were a couple of pots gently steaming on the stove and my wife was standing at the sink fixing some lettuce and veggies for salad. I walked up behind her, put my left arm around her and squeezed her tit, and reached down in front of her with my right hand and cupped her mons and pussy and massaged it a little. She jumped a little and said, "Ooohh!" I nuzzled and nibbled the side of her neck and said, "What's for dinner, besides you?" She was breathing a little hard and leaning against me like she was having trouble standing up. "Ohh ... Unnn ... I ... I ... think th.. th.. that Glllyyyndaaaa .... is . up .. stairs ..," she gasped. Well, I started noticing things then. Her breast was a little bit larger and softer than Glynda's and her tummy wasn't quite as flat, and her mons felt a little higher, and then I opened my eyes and noticed what was looped over the ear I had just begun to lick and nibble on. Metal glass frames! Oops! Gramma wore glasses with metal frames and Glynda wore plastic! Mea culpa! I unwound my arms from around her and helped her stand up straight. As she leaned against the sink counter I said, "Oh! I'm sorry. I thought you were Glynda." "That's .... all ... right," she said, gasping out one word to the breath. "See you at dinner!" I said as I made my exit, stage left. I went upstairs and found my wife in an easy chair in the sitting room of the little apartment, reading the very skinny local paper. "How was your visit with your buddies?" she asked. "Are the barmaids over there just as sexy as ever?" I gave her a brief sketch of the afternoon at the local watering hole and then related what had transpired with her mother in the kitchen. "My god, Honey, you probably came close to giving Mom a heart attack! I'm pretty sure she hasn't had any sex but her hand since Dad got sick before he died. And maybe not for a while before then." "Yeah," I agreed, "She didn't really object to my attention either. In fact she sounded a little disappointed when I left and came upstairs." "Well," said Glynda, "You have given me an adequate amount of screwing the last couple of days. You want to try fucking Mom tonight?" Many guys would have fallen over if their wife said anything like that, but it wasn't totally unexpected. We aren't major league swingers or swappers and we don't have what I would call an open marriage. We are 99% or more satisfied with our sex lives and seldom actively pursue other sexual partners. However, we realize that there are those times and circumstances when an attraction develops that just can't be ignored. We have an agreement that we discuss each event before consummation and we don't have any liaisons with other people in our own home, unless it is by prior arrangement and agreement. We do have an escape clause though. That is if there are hands on organs and the clothes are half off, do it, and we will discuss it later! So, I wasn't too surprised at what my wife said. "My, how you talk, young lady!" I chuckled. "I didn't realize I had fucked you to a frazzle." "I said an adequate amount, not a sufficient amount. And I was thinking about a quickie before dinner. But, since there may be some extramarital hanky panky tonight you can just eat my pussy for an appetizer. If you get Mom for dessert you may need all your spunk and energy for her!" With that, Glynda raised her hips and slipped off her slacks and panties, slumped down in the chair and threw her legs over the arms of it. "Come and get it, big boy," she said, reaching down and spreading her cunt lips. Well, this is about Margie, my mother, so I'll fast forward a few hours. After dinner the three of us went into the living room for coffee and dessert, then sat around and watched a couple of reruns on TV. Margie was sitting sort of sideways on the couch reading the paper, I was sitting in the easy chair glancing at some woman's magazine that should have been x-rated because of the pictures, and Glynda was sitting on the floor between my legs. She had been rubbing her head in my crotch and running her hands up and down my legs all evening. I was getting a little heated, and I noticed that Marge was taking it all in and squirming around a little like she had an itch that needed scratching. Glynda got up and stretched. "I think I will go up to bed," she said. "That was a good dinner, Mom. It is making me sleepy!" Then she turned to me and said, "Honey, you can stay down here and keep Mom company if you want. I am just going to go to sleep." And she leaned over and gave me a little kiss with a lot of tongue and put her hand in my crotch and gave my cock and balls a little squeeze. "OK, Honey," I replied. "I'll be up later." As Glynda left the apartment I noticed that she did not completely close the door into the hallway. "That little snoop," I thought. "She is going to eavesdrop to see what goes on down here!" I stood up and moved over to the couch and asked Marge, "Can I sit here with you?" as I moved in behind her. "Sure," she said, as she moved over a little to give me a little more room. I sat down behind her and put a hand on her shoulder. "I would like to talk about this afternoon." "Oh, that's OK," she said. "It isn't necessary." "I don't think you understand," I said as I moved a little closer to her. "I enjoyed what happened, and I don't regret it at all. And I think that you may have enjoyed it a little too." "Ww.. w.. Well," she stammered, as she wiggled around a little. "I was very surprised. It did feel a little ..." she paused. " ... different. I haven't been ... uh ... touched by a man in a long time." She sighed and leaned back against the couch. "I know," I said. "I imagine you are really lonely." I put both arms around her shoulders and hugged her back against me. I rested the side of my head against hers and said softly, "It doesn't have to be that way." "Oh, I don't know," she said. "An old woman like me can't find anybody but old men around here." "I wasn't talking about around here," I said as I hugged her a little tighter. "I was talking about right here. I was talking about me." I heard and felt her gasp, and she placed her hands on my arms where I was hugging her, just above her breasts. "Oh no! That can't be true! You are married to my daughter! Why would you want an old woman like me? What will Glynda think? It just wouldn't be right! We ..." "Marge, Shush!" I said in her ear. "You let me worry about Glynda. You are a very handsome and attractive woman. I have always seen that in you. Any man who would take the time to know you would love you. I love you, and this afternoon I realized that I want to make love to you and show you how much I love you." "Oh dear! I don't know what to say! What about tomorrow? What happens when you don't go upstairs? What if Glynda finds out? It wouldn't be right. What ..." "Dear, sweet, Margie. Don't worry about any of those things. I will take care of any problems. You only need to say one thing. Just say 'Yes' if you want us to make love to each other tonight. That is all you have to worry about. All you have to do is say 'Yes'." I hugged her and she squeezed and rubbed my arms with her hands. I waited. Finally, so faint that I could barely hear her, "Yes." "Oh, Margie," I sighed, as I moved my hands down under her breasts and gently cupped them in my hands and lifted them up and squeezed them gently. She sighed and leaned back against my chest, and she acted like it was the first time she had been able to relax in a long time. "I love you," I whispered as I kissed her neck and licked softly around the edge of her ear. "Oh, Gene, I love you too! Kiss me please. It has been so long!" I slid back and let her recline until I had her cradled in my left arm. She turned her face up to mine and I leaned over and kissed her gently. I let her lead the way. As I gently massaged her breasts and rubbed her nipples she sucked my lower lip into her mouth and let it go and then did the same with my upper lip. I then did the same to her and we repeated that and then I felt her tongue licking my lips when she sucked them into her mouth. When it was my turn I just opened my lips a little and licked her lips with my tongue. She gasped, threw her arms around my neck and gave me a full open mouthed kiss, sticking her tongue into my mouth and feeling all around with it. While I was returning her passion I slowly moved my hand down over her stomach towards her mons, gently massaging and rubbing her all the way. When I got to her mons I slid my fingers down over her pussy until I had her mons under my palm and I could feel the heat from her cunt under my fingers. I started massaging her snatch with my fingers as she arched her hips off the couch against my hand. "Oh god! Do that some more! Please, please ..." I rubbed and massaged over her pussy with my fingers as she began thrusting her hips up against my hand. Her legs spread slowly apart, giving me permission to go further. I knew that she hadn't had anything but her own hand between her legs for years. I thought that it probably felt a lot like I felt the first time a woman put her hand around my cock! I could feel her cunt getting hotter against my hand as I gently rubbed and massaged her. I began to concentrate on the area over her clit. There was no doubt about finding it. She almost screamed, arched her back, and quivered like an arrow when it sticks in a tree. The crotch of her pants were definitely wet now, and she was panting and pushing her clit against my fingers as I rubbed and pressed down on it. She put both hands over mine and pressed them tightly against her as she humped her hips up, getting more stimulation for her poor neglected clit. "Oh my god, oh shit Ohhhhh ... UUnnnggg .... AWWWWWWWWWW.... ," she screamed as she was hit by her orgasm. Again and again she humped against our hands and shuddered and moaned. Finally, "Oh, Gene, Darling, that was wonderful! I love you so much!" And then she reached up and pulled my head down to her and kissed me long and gently. Then released me, looked me straight in the eye and softly said, "Darling, please take me to bed." I stood up and held out my hands to her. She reached up and took them and I pulled her slowly to her feet. She came into my arms and I held her close and kissed her. I started to pick her up, but she stopped me. "I am too heavy for you to carry," she said, as she slowly started walking backwards. "Just like dancing," she said. "You lead." We walked, or danced, through the kitchen to her bedroom and as we passed the partially open doorway to the hall I could hear clothes rustling a little and deep breathing. Glynda was keeping an eye on things! When we reached the bed I sat her down gently and sat beside her. I reached in front of her and cupped her full breasts in my hands and hugged her to me. She sighed and placed her hands on mine while I gently squeezed her tits and rubbed her nipples with the tips of my fingers. I unbuttoned her blouse, slipping one hand then the other under it as I did, stroking her warm soft skin. When I got her blouse unbuttoned I slid one sleeve down off her shoulder and down her arm then gently pulled it behind her and down over her other arm. I began kissing and nuzzling around her neck and over her bare shoulders and I could feel her shivering like an excited mare. I glanced toward the bedroom door and out through the kitchen. I could see a shadowy form in the outer hall and knew that Glynda was out there watching as her mother and I were making love. "Well," I thought, "She will be frigging her pussy until she blows her mind if she keeps watching." I slipped out from behind Margie and laid her gently on the bed. I stood in front of her and slowly lifted up her feet, one at a time, and removed her shoes and socks, then reached up to her slacks and started sliding the elastic waistband down over her hips. She raised her hips so I could slip them out from under her buttocks and then sighed as my hands slipped over her bare skin as I slid them down over her legs. I started to remove her panties the same way but she took my hands in hers and whispered, "Noooo. Not yet." I lifted her and reached behind her and unfastened her bra. She gasped as the tension of the strap was released and her breasts fell free. I slid the bra off of her arms and dropped it over the end of the bed. She folded her arms across her breasts to cover herself. I sat back down next to her and gently turned her away from me. I then slid my hands down her arms and hugged her against me. Moving my hands down to her rounded but firm tummy I stroked and massaged my way up to her breasts. After doing this several times she relaxed and let me slide my hands up over her bare breasts. As my hands reached her nipples she sighed and leaned her head back against my shoulder. As I kissed her neck and shoulders and played with her boobs and nipples she placed one hand on my arm and dropped the other one to my leg. She began rubbing my leg and soon was running her hand slowly up and down between my legs, getting closer to my cock each time. My erection was sticking straight down my pants leg and I knew that Margie was going to feel it very soon. I was nibbling her neck and running my finger tips over her stiff nipples when her hand reached my hard cock. She gasped and moved her hand slowly up over my erection as she slowly inhaled. When she reached the base of it she squeezed it gently and moaned, "Oh Gene, that feels so wonderful ... " I tensed a little to make it jerk and swell in her hand and she jumped a little and giggled like a school girl. "Oh! It feels like it is alive!" She turned her face up to me, "Take your clothes off, darling. I want to feel your warm bare skin against mine." I laid her down on the bed and stood up. Looking down at her in the dim bedroom I saw a mature women, body kept in shape by hard work every day. Her skin was untanned and the areolas on her breasts were dark in contrast, the dark hair of her pussy was a mysterious shadow under her white silk panties where her legs met her body. I leaned down and kissed her tummy and began kissing and licking my way down to her bush. She clasped my head in her hands, "Ohhhh ... Please, Gene, take your clothes off." I stood up and unfastened my belt, letting my pants slide to the floor and pushed my shorts down around my ankles. I pulled my shirts over my head and when I looked, Margie was under the covers. "Please, hurry," she whispered. I stepped out of my clothes and pulled my shoes and socks off. Margie tossed back the covers and I slid in next to her. She held out her arms and I slid an arm under her and we kissed. Slowly at first then more urgently. I gently moved my hand down over her body towards her pussy and discovered that she had removed her panties while I was undressing. When my hand reached her soft bush I covered her pussy with my hand and gently pressed and massaged her pussy. She was warm and damp and gasped as I first touched her and then moaned as I gently massaged her mons and outer lips. I slowly began working a finger into the hot center of her female sex and was quickly rewarded by a spreading wetness. As I penetrated her with my finger she again gasped and began moaning and thrusting her hips up against my hand. I slipped my finger up towards her clit and she reached down and grasped my erect cock. "Oh, Gene," she moaned, "I want you in me. I want to feel you laying on me. Give me your love and fill me with it. Please ... Now ... Oh .... puhleeaaase!" I moved over her as she spread her legs and pulled her knees up. As I lowered myself onto her I kissed her breasts and sucked on her nipples. She reached down and took my erection in her hand and guided me to her hot, steaming snatch. She gasped and moaned as I slowly entered her and put her arms around me and raised her legs and clasped them around my waist. "Ohhhh Gene, do it slow. It has been so long! I want it to last as long as possible." She was as tight as my wife was at 21. I could feel the walls of her cunt stretching as the head of my cock went where no cock had gone for many years. I pumped my cock in and out of her slowly, laying on her and just moving my pelvis. Each time I slid into her she took a deep breath and hugged me with her arms and legs and when I was in all the way she relaxed and breathed out. "Ooooh .... Ahhhhhh ... Ooooooo ... ahhhh ...." It sounded like a gentle breeze. I don't know how long this went on. We were both lost in the warmth and the closeness and the intimacy of my hard cock fucking in and out of her hot, slippery, soft pussy. Margie was hugging me tighter now and I increased my speed and force as I fucked her grasping love tunnel. She was breathing harder and began gasping. "Oh god ... fuck ... harder ... faster ... ohhhhhhh .... yesssss .... fuck ... fuck ... " Soon she was talking quite plainly and then began shouting, "HARDER DAMN IT .... HARDER ... FUCK ME!!!"