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Mother-in-Law Ch. 2

By: Shoreguy



Labor Day weekend – First Day

Labor Day is always a three-day weekend. We got a jump-start by packing up on Thursday night and then going down to the summer house right after work on Friday. We were ahead of the traffic and got there before all thes. 

All the way down Mary had been playing with my dick in the car. You know, letting her hand rest on my leg as I drove, then occasionally rubbing up and down and across my crotch. It felt good and I was hoping she would take my cock out and maybe give it a little kiss. The Garden State Parkway can be a little boring when you are going through the Pinelands and a little head would pass the time. No such luck, Mary just sat there, listened to the radio and fiddled with my dick with my shorts all closed up. 

Once, just south of Toms River, a truck passed us with a young guy riding shotgun. He looked into my car and apparently noticed Mary’s hand on my lap. He must have said something to the driver because they slowed down so that he could get a better look. Mary didn’t notice at first, I told her what had happened as I slowed down a bit to let them pass and get back into the right lane. Mary always liked a little excitement during our drives, so she told me to speed up and pass the truck. I did, and as we went by the truck, Mary turned toward them and opened up her blouse and lifted up her bra flashing them a nice view of her tits. When she knew that she had their attention, she leaned across the center console and put her head into my lap. She bobbed her head up and down like she was giving me a blow job and I pressed down on the accelerator leaving the truck in our dust. Well, at least they had a new story to tell, I wasn’t really getting any head, and my shorts were still closed up

We eventually left the Parkway and headed toward the shore-house on local roads. We stopped at a mini-mall on the highway and picked up some beer and some Chinese take-out for dinner. We got to the shore-house and were happy to see that we were the first to arrive. We brought our stuff in from the car and put it into our customary bedroom. Mary put the Chinese onto plates and I opened a couple of beers. We ate dinner listening to the local radio station and looking out the sliding glass windows over the back yard and lagoon.

After dinner, Mary cleaned up quickly while I looked around the house for some playing cards. I found a couple of Pinochle decks in the sideboard and put them on the table. I noticed that Mary had gone into the bedroom, so I followed. She was still wearing her clothes from work, a short skirt, summer blouse and light panty hose. I was still wearing my cut-offs and a tee shirt. Mary decided to get changed and took her blouse and skirt off. She was standing there in her bra and pantyhose, so I took the opportunity to admire the view and explore a little. 

I walked up behind her and cupped her tits while I pressed my groin against her butt. Mary responded by putting her hands back onto my neck and rubbing my head while I rubbed and squeezed her tits. She felt really good in her pantyhose and I told her so. 

“Hmmm, you really feel good in those, want to fool around a little while?” I said.

“Someone will be here soon,” she replied. Then, after about another minute of my rubbing her tits she continued, “so, we’ll have to be quick.”

“Oh, they’re probably caught in traffic by now,” I said as I unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the bed.

“Whatever,” she purred as I started to roll her nipples between my fingers.

I undid my shorts and let them fall to my ankles. Then I pushed myself back against her butt, my hard-on held back by my jockeys and her pantyhose. Man, those pantyhose felt good on my dick and my legs.

“Lets try something,” I said as I guided her down onto the bed, face down.

I pulled my jockeys down and stepped out of them and my shorts at the same time. I pulled my tee shirt up and off. Mary was watching me and started to pull her pantyhose down.

“No, leave them where they are,” I told her.

“Why, aren’t they in the way,? She asked.

“Let me try something first,” I said as I pushed her back down onto the bed.

I lay down next to her and guided her up onto her side facing away from me. I managed to align my cock with the crack of her ass and pressed my throbbing dick against the smooth fabric of her pantyhose. It felt really good.

Mary sensed how I was enjoying this and arched her back making her ass cheeks spread out a little. This really felt good and I gave it a few more strokes. I could sense that Mary wasn’t getting much out of this so I reached around and put my hand down the front of her pantyhose and panties. I spread her pussy lips a little and found that she was already very wet. 

I started rubbing her clit while I continued to rub my dick against her pantyhose clad butt. Mary started to enjoy the rubbing and was soon rocking her hips pumping herself against my hand in the front and my dick in the back. The bed was squeaking like hell, but who cared, there was nobody here but us.

We kept at it for a few minutes when Mary suggested that she take off her pantyhose so that we could properly fuck.

“Are you going to wear them again? I asked.

“No, this is the last day for this pair, why? she responded.

I didn’t answer directly, I removed my hand from her crotch and just rolled her over onto her back. I spread her legs out and found the crotch seam of her pantyhose. I went down there and grabbed the seam with my teeth. I latched on and pulled it away from her pussy, then with a twisting motion of my head I managed to tear the seam open a little. I put my fingers into the tear and spread it out exposing her panty-clad pussy.

Mary started to giggle when I tore the crotch out of her pantyhose.

“Wow, that’s the first time you’ve done that,” she remarked.

“There’s a first time for everything,” I said.

I guided her legs a bit further apart and pushed the crotch of her panties to one side. Then I got between her legs and guided my stiff cock into her warm wet pussy through the new entrance in her pantyhose. When I was all the way in, we both noticed the new sensations on our legs as we started to do the horizontal rumba. I moved up and rode her high so that I could give her more stimulation on her clit with my pubic bone. Apparently this was working because soon Mary was pumping away on her way to a great orgasm. 

I could tell that she was starting to come by her usual tell tale ‘teeth breathing’ noises and the urgency with which she was thrusting her crotch at me. Mary came violently, she had a good one. She let out a great moan while she was cumming and it lasted for almost a full minute. I slowed down to let her enjoy it. 

When Mary had gotten her breath, it became my turn. I started to stroke her again when we heard a car door slam outside.

“Oh NO!”

I withdrew from Mary and quickly ran over and closed the door to our room. Mary was up peeking out the window and said: “It’s my brother and Pat.”

I still had a raging hard on and was starting to get a case of blue balls.

Mary looked at my condition and said, “We had better take care of that thing before you hurt someone with it.”

With that said, she knelt down on the side of the bed and invited me to enter her from the rear.

“Enough room with the new modification, or should I take them off?” 

I stepped up behind her and felt for her pussy with the tip of my dick. I found it and sank in all the way. Mary felt as good as usual in this position. 

“Looks like it’s going to work OK,” I whispered.

This is one of my favorite positions. I started to pump away and was beginning to feel a load of cum beginning to rise up in my balls.

“Hey, where are you guys “ we heard through the bedroom door, it was Mary’s brother.

“We’ll be out in a minute,” Mary yelled back. 

Funny, when Mary shouted, it sort of tightened up her stomach and pussy muscles and it kind of felt good on my cock. I kept up stroking into her and soon had a good orgasm. I’ve had better, but considering all the distraction, it was all I could hope for. I think that Mary could sense this, and she said:

“I’ll make this up to you, maybe later tonight, OK?”

It was OK by me. Anyway, I did cum and the pressure was off. I pulled my tee shirt, skivvies and cut-offs back on quickly. Mary was trying to get the pantyhose off and looked a little silly as she was doing it one leg at a time. She had expanded the ripped crotch all the way along the seam and now had a pair of stocking that were attached to a waistband. I looked at her and motioned to the door. Mary just nodded and understood that I was going out to meet and greet her brother and his wife Pat.

Pat and Bill had arrived first. They were both standing in the living room when I came out of the bedroom. They had knowing looks on their faces when I walked into the room. Nothing was said right then and I greeted them with a big smile.

“How was the traffic? I asked.

“Just starting to build up now,” Bill replied.

“Did you guys eat dinner yet?” I went on.

“Yep, we stopped on the Parkway and got a couple of burgers. Do we have any beer?” 

“Yeah, there’s beer in the fridge.” I said as I walked past them toward the kitchen.

“Do you want one?” I asked as I turned to look at them.

“I think that we will move in first,” Bill said as he picked up his suitcase.

Pat just stood there looking good. She has a great set of tits and she likes to show them off. She was showing them off today. She had a nice pair of white short-shorts on and a low cut tee shirt. She always looks good. I enjoyed the view for a moment, then Pat picked up her bag and turned toward their bedroom. As she walked away, I started to watch her ass. She took a couple of steps and turned her head toward me, I think that she could tell my eyes were on her butt and she waited for me to look back up at her face.

“You can hear that bed squeaking outside, you know,” she said and then turned away and went on into the bedroom.

“Nice one!” I thought to myself. Well, payback is a bitch, so now I will be looking to shoot a zinger at her when the opportunity arises. 

Mary came out of our bedroom dressed in jeans and a loose tee shirt. She still looked ‘freshly fucked’ and sat on the couch. I went into the kitchen and got a couple of beers from the fridge. I popped the beers and walked one back into the living room and handed it to Mary. I went and sat at the table and looked at the newspaper that was there. 

Pat and Billy came back out of their bedroom and they greeted Mary. Mary stood and hugged her brother and Pat. She hugged her brother again and said something to him that I could not hear. Pat was, by this time, going into the kitchen with a couple of A & P bags that she had retrieved from the chair by the door. It was food and she started to sort it out on the kitchen counter. I pretended to be interested in the paper but took every opportunity to look at her ass and her tits as she unloaded the groceries. 

Pat was still wearing the low cut tee shirt and white hot pants. The hot pants rode up nicely when she put some items into the overhead cabinets. She had to stand on tiptoe to put the pasta on the top shelf, this created a great picture as the hot pants crept up into the crack of her ass. Then she picked up some items from the counter and opened the fridge. It looked great as she bent over to put these items into the fridge. I was really surprised when she bent all the way over to put some salad items into the drawer at the bottom; the hot pants crotch was as far up as it could go and sure enough – she wasn’t wearing and panties under those hot pants. I got a great view of her pussy lips and I was now certain that she doesn’t dye her hair. It’s all the same color; top and bottom.

Bill and Mary walked out to the bulkhead to talk. This left Pat and me in the house. I put the radio back on and adjusted the volume so that it would make conversation a little difficult. I sat down on the couch and started looking through the paper again. Pat sat at the table and pretended to play solitaire. I figured that out since they were Pinochle decks on the table. Boy, what a dummy.

Bill and Mary were walking and talking out in the yard. They looked like a brother and sister as they walked along. The conversation was animated and they both took turns looking back at the house as they walked. I know that they are brother and sister but I suspect that there was more than the usual sibling activity when they were younger. They do a lot of ass grabbing and leg rubbing. More than you would expect for a normal brother - sister relationship. 

Pat eventually figured out that she couldn’t play solitaire with the decks that she had. She got up and went into the bedroom closing the door behind her. I noticed that she didn’t look out the window at Mary and her husband and seemed a little steamed as she left the room. I continued to fiddle with the papers and kept my eye on the two in the yard. They stayed in the yard and didn’t go down onto the floating dock.

Mary and Bill eventually came back into the house. It looked like the mosquitoes were starting to get to them out there. 

Mosquitoes are New Jerseys’ state birds. Did you know that we have put them into size categories? A ‘medium’ sized mosquito can stand flat-footed and fuck a chicken. Take it from there.

Pat came back out from the bedroom and the four of us just sat around talking about nothing in particular. We drank a few beers and generally relaxed. Mother and Father-in-law arrived at about nine-thirty. 

“Heavy Traffic,” was Fathers comment as they walked into the summer house with armloads of groceries. 

Bill and I went out to the car and brought in a few more bags and two more cases of beer. This was shaping up as a great weekend. They had brought more food and a lot more beer for the fridge. I hadn’t seen Mother since 4th of July week. She acted normal and Father-in-Law acted his usual grumpy self. Mother-in-law and I sort of had a thing back in July. It was quite unexpected, and happened one night when Mary was sleeping off sunburn. I had thought that it might be just a once in a lifetime aberration, but I was keeping all options open. Any sex is good sex, and I felt a little sorry for Mother-in-law who was apparently not getting any from that grumpy old man that she lived with. I guess that his dick doesn’t work anymore.

Mother put all the stuff away with a little help from the girls. Then she made some snacks to go with the beer. We sat at the table for our traditional Mary and Father-in-law vs. Me and Pat Pinochle game while Bill went in for a shower. I was able to hold my cards so that I could look at Pats tits without drawing too much attention. It was a nice view. I noticed Father-in-law looking too, but he was not as sneaky as me. Pat noticed him looking too. She actually adjusted her shirt for a better view while she was up to get more beers. It’s obvious that she likes Father-in-law and me looking at her tits.

Bill came out of shower and replaced me at table. I got a fresh beer and sat next to Mother on couch. I picked up the newspapers and begin to read. Mother-in-law was doing the same. The newspapers were apparently blocking the view from the card table. Without saying anything, Mother-in-law reached over and rubbed my leg a few times then let her hand drift up to my crotch. She did this while continuing to look at the newspaper. Anybody looking over from the table would be unaware of her hand on my leg because of the papers. I let her do this for a while and then I returned the favor. We sat there holding our papers with one hand each and with our other hands on each other’s laps. I guess the July activity was not just an isolated incident. Mother-in-law said nothing but I could sense the sexual tension. I figured that Mother-in-law must have still not been getting any from Father-in-law. 

The Card game went until midnight, with the players all pretty buzzed from the beers by then. Father announced that he was getting sleepy, Bill and Pat agreed. The game was over and Father-in-law said good night to all and went on into the bedroom. Pat announced that she was going to take a shower and Bill decided to check dock and tide again. Mary followed him out into the dark yard. 

Mother got up and went into the kitchen, I collected the empty beer bottles and followed Mother-in-law into kitchen. She stood at the sink and puttered with the dishes. I checked the bulkhead and could see Bill and Mary going down the ramp onto the floating dock. We could hear Pat’s shower running. Mother-in-law decided not to use the water at that time because Pat was in the shower. I opened the fridge and peeked inside, when I bent over to got carrot from the bottom drawer, Mother-in-law ran her hands across my ass then turned back to the sink.

I took the carrot and held it in my mouth while snuggling up behind Mother with my arms under hers and on her tits. She said: “Is that a carrot in your pocket or are you just glad to see me again?”

I replied, (sort of mumbling with a carrot in my mouth): “I have a special carrot for you and we had to figure out when I can deliver it.”

She said: “I’ll work on it – pay attention.”

She gave my hands a squeeze with hers then reached back and rubbed my dick a little. I pushed against her and she removed her hand and leaned forward over the sink making it feel even better to dry hump against her butt. Here I was again, starting something with my mother. How many guys do their mother-in-laws?

After a couple of minutes we broke and she returned to the living room just as Mary and Bill were coming back up the ramp from the dock. I wondered what they were doing down there?

I waited for Mary and we went into the bedroom together. We undressed and got into bed in the dark. While we snuggled, I reminded her of the time I caught her masturbating in this very same bed. I had surprised her with a dick at the last moment. She said that she remembered and said: 

“If I’m going to jerk anybody off tonight, it will be you.” 

I ask if she is offering a hand-job and she said yes – “We haven’t masturbated each other for a while – it would be a nice “Quiet” activity.”

She got the baby oil from dresser and returned to the bed. Mary Lubed up her hands and put a little on her crotch. She put a few drop on my dick and we were off. We positioned ourselves side-by-side, and started with nice slow strokes. I had my fingers on her clit and she had both hands on my cock. Mary came first and then she slid down on the bed a little so that the tip of my dick rubbed against her nipples. I eventually shot a wad onto her tits. She rubbed it in and then we lay quiet. 

We could hear Pat and Bill through the un-insulated wall between our rooms. Apparently, we were quiet during our mutual hand-jobs. We could hear Bill and Pat talking then things got quiet. Then we heard the noises of their bed squeaking a few times. The squeaking stopped and we could hear them talking again. About two minutes later – we heard Pat moan followed shortly by Bill. There had been no bed noises. Mary and I whispered to each other and decided that they must have heard their bed and either got up and did it standing or moved to the floor. All went quiet following that and we slept through the night.

I was up fairly early the next morning , Mary stayed in bed for a while. Mother was in the kitchen but Father-in-law was in there too. Mother-in-law made a good breakfast for me. We were trying to figure out what we are all going to be doing for the day, Saturday. Father-in-law wanted to go to the big new hardware store to get the things he needed to winterize the house. 

“ We will need some plastic, plywood screws, caulk, insulation, and other stuff,” he said.


Mother-in-Law Ch. 2



Pat and Bill came into the kitchen together. Father asked Bill if he would want to go to the hardware store with him. Bill said “OK.”

Pat suggested that the girls go shopping over on the island. Mother begged off but suggested that Pat take Mary and go out for the day – maybe to the beach. Pat thought that it was a great idea and went in to wake Mary. Mother-in-law noted that a few sections of the fence that I had built in July were in need of a little repair. A few of the boards are loose already. 

She asked: “Can you make a few repairs to the fence today?”

I said that I would look to see if I would need any additional material from the hardware store. I walked outside and I did find a few boards where the nails had pulled back a little. All in all, it looked like it would take all of about five minutes to make the fixes. All I would need would be a few nails and a hammer. I checked in the utility closet and there was still a big bag of nails left over from July and the hammer was still there on the hook.

I went back into the house and told Mother that I could make the repairs and that I would not need any additional material. I estimated that it would take me a couple of hours to finish it up. Father-in-law said that he and Bill would be gone about that long since he intended to stop at his favorite tavern for lunch. He wanted to get one last soft crab sandwich before the season was over. Well, things were looking up. If all went as planned, Mother-in-law and I would be home alone for a couple of hours – with little to do other than to do her.

Mary wasn’t too keen on going over to the beach with Pat. I could tell from her expression and body language that she would rather just sit around the house for the day. Pat looked eager to go to the stores and cruise the boardwalk for a while. Pat also liked going to the beach where she could show off her tits and general Italian-American self. Mary eventually gave in and agreed to go with Pat as long as they could stop at the bakery on the way back and get pastries for Sunday Morning breakfast. Mary and Pat both went into their bedrooms to put on their bathing suits and Father went out to the car. Bill was in the bathroom leaving Mother-in-law and me in the kitchen. She just looked sneaky and smiled at me.

“Nice plan,” I commented.

“Thanks, sometimes it’s just too easy.” She confided.

The girls both came out at about the same time and Mary walked up to me with her hand out.

“Money,” she said.

“Gone” I answered.

“Let me look in your wallet,” she challenged.

“Forgot it, no wallet,” I tried weakly.

“You had better see a doctor about that lump in your ass, then.” 

I pulled out my wallet and gave her four twenties. “Will this be enough?” I asked.

“For the first store, maybe.” She continued. “I can always use the plastic.”

“Take it easy on the plastic, please.” I begged.

“You had better hope that it is nice on the beach, otherwise we’re spending a lot of time, and a lot of your money, in the stores.” Mary said with a little warning in her voice.

“I’m praying for good weather,” I said very honestly.

Mother giggled at that one too. Mary didn’t even have a clue as to why.

Father and Bill left before the girls. By the time they got out, he had decided to go to the hardware store, the paint store and the tavern for lunch. I figured them back in no less than two and probably three hours. The girls would probably be gone all day.

The girls took about three tries to get away. First they couldn’t leave until they had some sodas and snacks in a small cooler. Then they needed a blanket along with the towels. Lastly they needed extra sun goo so that Mary could avoid a repeat of the Fourth of July burn. Before they left, I got my props and went out to the fence. I started banging nails and looking very occupied with the task at hand. They tooted the horn as they backed out of the driveway and I smiled and waved to them as they pulled into the street. It took about ten real minutes for me to walk the length of the fence and tap all the loose nails into place. One board needed a little fussing with because it had twisted a little as the wood dried in the sun, but a couple extra nails did the trick.

I put the nails and hammer back into the utility shed and went into the house. Mother was still puttering around in the kitchen. She had made me another cup of coffee and it was sitting on the table. I sat down and took a few sips while she put the kitchen into order. Eventually she was done and turned to face me with a big smile on her face.

“Have they all gone out and left us alone?” she said with a little giggle.

“It looks that way,” I replied. “Are there any other chores that I can do for you?”

She just smiled again and stood there leaning against the counter. I got up and took my cup over to the sink. I put it into the sink and stepped back. Mother went back to the sink and took the same position that she had been in the night before. She made a pretense of washing the cup while I moved up behind her and cupped her tits while I pressed by dick against her butt. She put her hands back onto my hips and pressed herself against me. We stood there like that for a couple of moments then she turned to face me. We quickly pressed our bodies together and kissed briefly. While we were hugging like this she confided to me:

“I’ve so looked forward to this, you know.”

“Me too,” I replied.

“I’m so damn horney,” She continued. 

“Well, let’s see if we can fix that,” I said.

With that said, we went into the living room and sat down on the couch. Mother looked out the window and apparently became uncomfortable with all the visibility from outside. 

“It’s probably not best to close the drapes,” she said, looking around the yard.

“Do you think that it would look suspicious if we closed them?” I asked.

“I sure do,” she went on. “Let’s just lock the screen door and go into the back.

I got up and went out onto the porch and put the hook on the screen door. Mother got up and went into the back bedroom.

I went back into the house and walked into the bedroom. Mother was sitting on the bed, she already had her blouse off and was sitting there in her bra and wrap-around skirt. I sat down beside her and eased her onto her back. We lay there with our feet on the floor hugging while I lightly rubbed her back and shoulders. She responded by rubbing by sides and lower back.

I reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. It was off with a shrug. I started to kiss her tits and as soon as I reached the first nipple she kicked off her shoes and scooted up onto the bed all the way and lay on her back with her hands behind her head. I followed and soon we were both enjoying her tits. I licked and sucked one while I rolled the other nipple between my finger and thumb. She especially liked it when I started to ever-so-lightly trace circles on her breast with my fingertips, slowly making the circles smaller until I was directly on her nipple. I switched back and forth a few times. She was getting very hot. So was I.

I started to rub down below her tits and across her stomach. Before I could reach for her crotch, Mother reached down and pulled her skirt up exposing her white cotton panties. Now, they weren’t thong panties but they weren’t old lady underpants either. Sort of something in the middle. Anyway, they were white and now, a little damp in the crotch. 

I massaged her mound through her panties and Mother began to moan softly. I kept this up for a few minutes and she was getting noticeably wetter. I slid my fingers down behind the waistband of her panties and was going for her pussy when she lifted her hips up off the bed and pulled her panties down to her knees. I took the hint and eased her panties all the way down and off her legs. I dropped them onto the floor next to the bed where her shoes had fallen. All that was left was her wrap around skirt and that was not in the way at the moment. 

I looked down at her pussy, she had done a little trimming since I last saw it.

“Done a little mowing, I see,” I whispered to her.

“I told you that I was looking forward to this,” she purred back.

This was a classy lady and she deserved a good time. I didn’t want to hurry it. I continued to massage her pussy for a while and she obviously liked it. She spread her legs a little then she spread them even more. She started to push me to get me to be on top of her. I was starting to go for it but I thought better of the idea. If I put my dick into her, it would be over too soon. We had a couple of hours and there was no need to rush.

I rolled her over onto her side facing me and rubbed her back and ass a little. Then I slid down the bed and sucked on her tits one at a time again. She cradled my head in her arms and obviously liked this attention. I kept at this for a while and eventually worked my hand down to her crotch again. We lay there with me sucking her tits and rubbing her clit for about ten minutes or so. She was not complaining about anything.

I eased her onto her back again and continued to slide down kissing her belly and pubic mound. I put my arms under her legs and lifted her legs onto my shoulders as I buried my face into her crotch. This really got her going. Mother grabbed my head and pushed her pussy into my face with full vigor. I started tonguing her pussy and found her clit with no trouble. 

I teased her clit with slow wet licks alternating with nuzzles and probes. I put my tongue into her cunt and she started to moan very softly. I went back and concentrated on her clit and started to rub it between my lips. When I took her clit into my mouth and began to gently suck on it her moaning got a little louder and her hips began to rock. 

I had my hands under her ass cheeks and I turned them palms up as she was thrusting against my face. I ran my fingers up and down her butt crack as it came up and off the bed. My fingers were grazing over her rosebud as I continued to suck on her clit. When I pressed a finger against her pucker, she squeezed my head between her legs and said:

“Yes, Oh God, Yes!”

I ran my index finger up to her pussy and picked up a little lubrication then back to her ass and started to slowly insert it a little. Again she said: 

“Yes, do it now!”

So I did. I twirled my finger a little as I slid it into her bung hole. Her thrusting and bucking increased and it was then that I noticed her breathing through her teeth just like her daughter. I kept at it for a few more minutes, my finger now in her butt up to the second knuckle. 

All of a sudden, she started to pull my face into her with both hands and, at the same time, she squeezed her legs together really hard. I thought that I had been struck deaf. Her legs were over my ears and my head was almost buried in her. I could feel the muscles of her ass pulsing as she came. I was able to feel each and every surge of her orgasm this way, there must have been a couple of dozen of them.

Mother kept rocking her hips for quite a while after she came. Each rock was a little less strong than the last. Eventually she stopped and she just lay there quietly trying to catch her breath. I waited for her to recover and passed the time by kissing and nuzzling the insides of her thighs. My finger was still in her ass and I began to slowly withdraw it.

“Oh, do you have to?” she asked.

“Have to what?” I asked from between her legs.

“Take your finger out?” she sounded like she liked it in there.

“Well, if you like it, I can leave it there for a while, is there anything else that I can do while I’m down here?” I said hinting that I could eat her out again.

“Do whatever you like, but leave the finger there for another minute or so, it feels so good.”

So I left the finger in her ass and started licking her pussy again. She brought her knees up and positioned herself with her feet more flat on the bed and me still between her legs. I continued to nibble and lick at her clit but in this position I was free to move my hand around a little more. 

She started to react to the second round of cunnilingus and was rubbing my head and hair with her hands. Her hips were starting to rock and she was getting into it again. I started to move my finger in and out slightly in time with her hip movements. She obviously liked this because as soon as I started to do it she started to moan again. 

Reality check again! OK, here I was – home alone with my Mother. We were naked on her bed, and I had my finger up her ass and her clit in my mouth. Normal? Probably not, fun? Hell Yes! Would I do it again, in a heartbeat!

I kept at it in front and in back. By the time that she was ready to come again, she was thrusting her hips wildly and I was finger fucking her ass with the full length of my index finger. Enough lubrication was drifting down from her pussy to keep her ass hole slippery enough so that my finger moved in and out with ease. When she came, I was another explosion just like the first. I could feel her sphincter muscles pulsing again around my finger. Her whole body was shaking by the time it was over.

“My god, that was good,” she sounded exhausted.

“Should I take my finger out now?” I asked.

“Slowly please, very slowly,” she whispered.

I kissed her mound and withdrew my finger from her ass; slowly just as requested. As soon as I was out, she grabbed me by the head and pulled me up on top of her.

“Anything, I mean anything that you want!” she almost shouted. “I owe you big time for that - I’ll do anything that you want.”

I couldn’t think of anything right away, so I just said: “Surprise me.”

With that, she pushed me off of her and onto my back. She took my cock in her hand and bent down and kissed it on the head.

“I haven’t had much practice at this,” she confided. “I’ve mostly read about it, tell me if I’m doing it right.” She said, as she opened her mouth and took the head of my cock inside. She rolled her tongue around the head and began to gently suck. Her mouth was wet and it really felt good. Meanwhile, she cupped my balls with her free hand and began to gently roll them between her fingers as she continued to suck my dick. 

She kept at it for a couple of minutes then, without taking it out of her mouth, she turned her head and looked up at my face. She raised her eyebrows as if to ask ‘how am I doing?

I smiled at her and she apparently took that as encouragement because she started to suck even harder. She had not learned the head bobbing movement like her daughter but she was doing a credible job sucking my cock. It really felt good and it was a memorable sight – how many other guys have been able to look down and see their Mother sucking their dick?

After a few more minutes of this, I invited her to lay back down with me. She moved up on the bed and lay down on her stomach. I reached up and grabbed the two pillows and asked her to raise her hips a little. I slid the pillows under her hips and had her lay back down. This makes a great angle for rear entry fucking.

I moved her legs apart and knelt between her knees. I put my hands on her hips and helped her up into a kneeling position. I slid the head of my cock along her pussy until I found the opening and then I slid myself in to the hilt. I gave her a few strokes in the kneeling position then I eased her back down onto the bed. She lay down again with her hips on the pillows. I followed her down and had my hips firmly against her butt. My legs remained between hers and most of my weight was spread between my knees and my hands, which were pressed against the bed on either side of her. I like this position and find that it allows me to thrust full force into a woman without causing her any undue stress. Most of my weight is not on her and she is able to move rather freely as we fuck.

I pressed into Mother and started to give her some deep strokes. Again she started with the moaning as her hips began to move in synchronization with mine. She rocked her hips back as I thrust forward allowing me to go all the way in and almost all the way out. I knew that I wouldn’t last too long doing it this way.

“I’m going to come if we keep this up,” I said.

“Oh, go ahead, I want to feel you come inside me,” she replied.

I started stroking as hard as I could and within a few thrusts I could feel the cum train pulling out of testicle station. I gave one last big push and she started to buck like a bronco as I pumped a big load of baby batter up into her cunt. It was a grand and glorious orgasm. It was my second with this woman, but I felt that there would be more in the future.

We stayed on the bed for another few moments catching our breath. I eased myself out of her and she rolled over onto her side with her back to me. I moved up behind her in the spoons position and we rested for a few more minutes. Mother got up and went into the bathroom. She came back with a wet washcloth and proceeded to wash my face. That felt good, actually that felt a little creepy since she was washing my face like any mother would do. Well, anyway, she finished washing my face and then she washed my cock and balls. Now that felt good!

She went back into the bathroom and emerged a few minutes later wearing her bathing suit. 

“I’m going for a swim,” she announced as she headed for the door.

I got up, pulled on my cut-offs and tee shirt and went out to the kitchen for a beer. I got one and walked out onto the porch but couldn’t see her from there. I walked out into the yard and looked over the edge of the bulkhead. Mother was already in the water swimming down the lagoon. How do women do that? It seems that women can just jump right into the water, I have to ease myself in. I walked down the ramp onto the floating dock and waited for her. As she swam back to the dock she said:

“Remember the neighbors,” with a sort of a warning tone in her voice.

Ah yes, the neighbors. I’m glad that she said something before I did something stupid like grab a tit or something. I extended a hand and dutifully helped my Mother up the ladder onto the floating dock. She thanked me and told me that I had better go for a swim as well.

“You smell like an old cunt,” were the words that she whispered to me.

I was wearing my cut-offs and tee shirt but nothing else. So I handed her what was left of my beer and eased myself on down the ladder. Once I was all the way in it was OK. I swam down abut three or four houses and turned back toward the dock. I could see Mother going up the ramp and then towards the house. I lost sight of her as I approached the dock. As I swam I also remembered the time I had with her there on the Fourth of July weekend. 

It looks like holidays are going to be pretty interesting from now on.

I paddled around for a while and sat on the dock for a few minutes before I got up and went back into the house. Mother was back in the kitchen making sandwiches. I went out to the kitchen to thank her for a great morning. She looked at me as I came through the family room and said:

“Don’t come tracking sand into my kitchen, please.”

What? We were back at Mother and Son-in-law again so quickly? I nodded and turned around and went into the bedroom to change. As I passed the ‘scene of the crime’ I noticed that the bed was already made-up and all traces of our activities had been removed. Wow, this woman works fast. 

I went in and took off my wet cut-offs and tee shirt. I had another pair of cut-offs in the dresser. I put on clean dry skivvies and the cur-offs with a ‘Jersey Shore’ tee shirt. I looked like a Benny now! I took my wet things out and put them on the clothesline and went back into the house. Mother was sitting at the table. There were two plates on the table with sandwiches, pickles and chips. I sat down and smiled at her.




Mother-in-Law Ch. 2



“I want to thank you,” she began. “For being so good to me. I thought my life was over for that sort of thing.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I tried: “This has been great for me too.”

“Any young man would say that,” she continued. “But, I sense that you are trying to please me too and that makes it so special. Promise me something?”

“What, anything” I was anxious to hear this.

“Lets keep this special and very secret.” Her eyes were very serious.

“Absolutely,” I assured her.

“We have to be very careful, I don’t want to hurt your Father and I certainly don’t want to hurt Mary.” She continued.

“Me too,” I tried to be as reassuring as I could.

“OK then, it’s our secret.” She said, as she picked up her sandwich.

“Is there anything special that you would like me to do?” I asked.

“I’m not an experienced woman,” she admitted. “I’ve known very few men in my life, and I’m just beginning to learn about these things.”

“Well, I’m certainly no expert, but I would certainly like to please you.” 

She smiled and put her hand on top of mine. “You do, you really do that!” she said with a laugh.

We heard a car pull into the yard. It was father and Bill. They came into the house carrying a few bags from the hardware store and a couple of gallons of paint. Bill came over and sat at the table next to me while father-in-law went into the bathroom.

“What did you guys get?” Mother asked her son.

“Everything that I could carry,” Billy responded. “Pop wanted to get a lot of stuff to close up this place for the winter.”

Father came out and took a seat at the end of the table. He looked at the lunch that his wife had prepared but didn’t seem interested. 

“Get the fence fixed?” he asked looking at me.

“Yeah,” I replied. “It should be OK for a while, I’m a little worried about the fence posts though.”

“Why’s that?” I had his attention.

“Well, in this sand, they might pull-up in the winter if we get a hard freeze with the ground wet.” I was making this up.

“What can we do about that?” He looked concerned, like it might cost him more money – concerned.

“Well, we can check on it during the winter, right after any real hard freezes.” I was setting up an excuse to come down here and maybe meet up with Mother.

“That might be a good idea, anyway.” Mother piped up. “I never liked leaving this place all winter without checking up on it.”

“It’s not that far for us,” I said – meaning not too far for just me to come here.

“OK, we’ll keep an eye on the weather and figure out something during the winter.” Father said in a giving-in type voice.

“There won’t be any heat in here, will there?” Billy said, trying to be helpful.

“Won’t need heat just to check the place out, just a key.” I said. “If everything is OK, it will only take an hour or so.”

We all agreed that a check-up at the summer house was in order during the winter. We left the exact details open, which pleased me and, by the look on her face, pleased mother also.

Father and Bill spent most of the afternoon puttering around in the yard and down on the floating dock. Mother-in-law worked on a jigsaw puzzle at the table for a couple of hours. I sat on the porch and read some short stories that I had downloaded from the Web. Some new stuff by a guy named Shoreguy. The stories weren’t that good, but they passed the time and gave me a few new ideas.

The girls came back at around five o’clock. They had a few bags from their shopping. There was no evidence of sunburn on either of them but they both stuck to their stories that they spent ‘most of the time’ on the beach. I wonder?

Mary took her bags into our bedroom and I invited myself along.

“You need something?” she asked as I came in behind her and closed the door.

“Just wanted to see what my money bought,” I replied.

Mary put the bags on the bed and started to root through them. As she bent forward to do this, I took the opportunity to run my hand over her ass and gave her a little ‘goose’.

“Watch it fellah,” she said. “There’s enough sand in there to rub us both raw.”

“I’ll take my chances,” I replied as I continued to rub her butt.

“Stop it, and look at what I bought.” She said as she straightened up and turned toward me. She was holding up a tee shirt that read: “I’m a local – leave me alone”

“I like that,” I said. “My exact sentiments.”

Mary smiled and went back to rooting around in the bags. She had two new unlabeled tee shirts for herself and one new one that read “Jersey Shore”. She had also bought a new pair of sunglasses and a kerchief that ‘went with the glasses.

There was one dark colored bag, which she did not open. “What’s that?” I asked pointing to the bag.

“That’s something for later,” she said a little conspiratorially.

“What do you mean later?” My interest was up.

“Later,” she smiled seductively. “You know, when it gets dark and everyone gets sleepy.”

I drew her to me and pressed her up against me. She really felt good and we stood there for a few moments just hugging. 

“I’d better change for dinner,” she said.

“Need any help?” I offered.

“Going to need a shower first,” she went on. “And maybe a shovel to get all this sand out of my suit.”

“I can brush you down,” I continued to offer.

“You had better get out of here, we got caught last night and I don’t need my father looking at me funny again,” she was a little insistent.

“OK, OK, OK, until later then,” I said, as I went for the door.

“Can you help me a little bit?” she was using a compromising voice.

“Sure can, what do you need?” I turned back to her.

“Can you unhook my top for me?” She said this as she turned her back to me.

I stepped up to her and unfastened the clip at the back of her bathing suit top. As it came loose, I slid my hands around under her arms and onto her tits. About a pound of sand fell out onto the bedroom floor. She wasn’t kidding, she was full of sand. Her tits felt funny with the little grains all over them. When I started rubbing her nipples, she pulled away and said:

“Please not now, how would you like it if I sandpapered your dick?”

The sand did feel a little rough, so I just let it go at that.

“You had better take off the bottom while you’re in the shower,” I advised.

“Yeah, thanks.” 

Mary was putting on her robe, so I went back out to the family room while she went into the shower. Bill was sitting on the couch reading a magazine. Father was sitting on the porch and I could hear mother-in-law out in the kitchen. It was starting to smell like spaghetti sauce in the house.

Pat came in from outside with a big towel wrapped around her. She was wet and dripping a little. She had used the outside shower to remove the sand. Bill didn’t even look up, but kept looking into the magazine.

“Must have had a ton of sand in my suit,” she said. “Didn’t want to get it all over the bedroom.”

“Mary wasn’t that smart,” I said laughing. “She’s in the shower now.”

Pat just smiled and started walking toward their bedroom. I could see into the room from where I was sitting on the couch. As she went in, she turned to face the bed and reached back for the door. She let the towel fall before she swung the door closed. Her top was off and she was only wearing her suit bottom. What a great set of tits! Well, at least what a great left tit, she was in profile to me. I turned back to the room and noticed father looking in from where he was sitting on the porch. He could have seen into the bedroom too. I followed his eyed from the bedroom door to the couch. He looked at Bill, who was still reading the magazine. Then his eyes caught mine, I looked down quickly and then back up directly at him. He gave me a little sheepish grin, like he knew that I saw him looking at Pat. Then he looked away and the little exchange was over.

Mother called us to dinner and Bill and I got up from the couch together. We went to the table and sat down in our usual places. Mary came out of the bathroom wearing her usual jeans and loose tee shirt. Pat came out and was carrying a wet bathing suit and a towel. She put these on the porch with intentions to hang them up later. Father-in-law was last to come in and he took his usual seat at the head of the table. 

Mother served a great spaghetti dinner. She made meat balls and hot sausage sauce. She had garlic bread, salad and a nice red wine. There wasn’t a lot of talking while we did a lot of eating. Dinner went quickly and soon it was time for dessert. We enjoyed our ice-cream until Pat managed to dribble a little down the front of herself and right into her cleavage. Mary was the first to notice it and started to laugh. Pat thought it was funny also and obviously enjoyed all the attention on her tits. Mother-in-law handed her another napkin and Bill offered to wipe it up for her. 

Pat declined the offer saying, “I’ll take care of it for now, thanks.” 

She said this to Bill but I caught a short furtive look at Father just after bill looked away from her. Man, I wonder what’s going on there? And, more importantly, can I get in on some of it?

We finished up dinner and the girls helped Mother clean up the table and the kitchen. The men went out on the porch and talked ‘manly stuff’ while the women did the dishes. 

Bill said: “Pop, do you think I need a new car?”

I drifted off while this mundane exchange was going on. Bill and Father droned on for the better part of an hour while we all sat on the porch. I smiled and nodded but really didn’t pay any attention to them. I could see directly into the kitchen and watched while the girls busied themselves out there. The view was great. Mary’s butt always looks great in jeans, Pats’ tits were spilling out of her low cut blouse again and Mother-in-law kept stealing looks at me with quick eye-contact and smiles. For the record, I had fucked two out of three of them and was more than willing to go for the entire set. Well, we’ll have to see how it plays out.

After dinner was a repeat of last night. Pinochle at the table for four of us at a time while the remaining two found something else to do. Father played almost every game and Mother-in-law played almost none. When I was out, I sat on the couch with Mother-in-law, but we had to behave ourselves since there were no more newspapers to hide our touchy-feely activities.

Mother and I went back into the game replacing Bill and Mary. They took their usual walk outside to talk but I couldn’t see what was happening from the seat that I had. I could see Pats’ tits very well though, and I was using my ‘hold the cards high’ trick to stare at them. Father-in-law was looking as well, but chose not to disguise it. Mother-in-law watched the cards and her husband. It was obvious that she could tell where he was looking as well. There must be a really good story there somewhere. Maybe someday I’ll get the lowdown from Mother-in-law.

Bill and Mary came back in and came over to the table. Pat got up and needed a stretch so Bill took her place. I asked Mary if she wanted to play for a while and she accepted. I got up and stood behind her for a few minutes. Pat came back from the bathroom and stood behind Father watching his play. 

Bill said: “Pat, your bathing suit is still on the porch, you had better hang it up so that it can dry.”

“Oh it’s so dark out there now, I’ll do it in the morning,” she replied.

Seizing the opportunity, I said, “I have a flashlight in my car if you want to do it tonight.” What a Boy Scout, eh?

Pat said, “OK,” and headed for the door.

I followed behind her and marveled at the sight as she bent over to pick up the bathing suit and towel from the porch floor. I went out first and walked over to my car to get the flashlight. It was under the front seat as usual and I turned it on and shined it toward the back of the house. Pat came on out and walked in front of me to the back yard. We walked along the house until we came to the clothesline. Mary’s stuff was already there and looked almost dry. I kept the flashlight on as Pat put her things onto the line; first her towel, then the bottoms and finally the bra section of her bathing suit.

“Only one clothespin on that?” I asked.

“Do you think it should take more?” Pat responded with a little tease in her voice.

“Well, considering the size, it might be safer with a couple of pins.” My response was a little weak.

“They’re not that big,” she said as she turned toward me.

“Ahh, but they look great” I admitted. 

I noticed that the flashlight was now on her tits and not on the clothesline. I moved it away and shined it onto the ground.

“I don’t mind if you look,” she whispered. “In fact, I kind of like it when men look at me.”

“Well, I like to look, just like any other man I guess.” I managed to get out.

I noticed that I was a little braver out here in the dark. She was too. We usually don’t talk much, but tonight she seemed to be a little closer. Seeing if she would follow, I walked back toward the bulkhead slowly. Pat followed without saying anything. I directed the light down onto the floating dock and then out into the water.

“Looks nice tonight.” I started.

“It looks very inviting,” she responded. “A moonlight swim might be fun some night.”

“Yeah,” I moved a little closer to her. “Are you up for it?”

“Not tonight,” she said. “Anyway, you’re going to be a little busy tonight. I was with Mary today when she made a few purchases. I think that you’re going to enjoy your evening.”

“What did she get?” I tried to get her to give me a hint.

“You’ll see, and I think you’ll enjoy,” was all she would give me. “How about tomorrow night?”

“Tomorrow night for what?” I was being stupid.

“For a moonlight swim,” she whispered.

“All of us or just you and me?” I took a chance saying this.

“You can bring Mary if you really want to,” she continued, “but I’m not coming out until Bill is asleep – say around two AM?”

“Well, Mary needs her sleep too,” I noticed my heart was racing. “I’ll meet you here at two AM.”

“You won’t need the flashlight,” she said, as she turned back toward the house. I followed her in and we didn’t discuss this any more. In fact, she didn’t even make eye contact with me for the rest of the night. Very sneaky! But I like it!

The card game dragged on. Mother made some snacks around eleven o’clock. The game was still on at midnight when Mary said:

“I’m getting a little sleepy, I think I’m going to call it a night.”

“Probably a good idea,” I agreed as I faked a yawn and a stretch.

I don’t think that we were fooling anybody. But we dutifully said our good nights to everyone and went off into our bedroom. When we were in there, Mary said: “

You go to the bathroom first. Take a shower and get ready for something new.”

I took a clean pair of skivvies out of the drawer and peeled off my tee-shirt. I went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. I put my skivvies on and peeked out the door. Nobody there so I sped back to the bedroom in my underwear. Mary was sitting on the bed wearing her robe.

“I’ll be right back,” she said. She got up and went out the door. I hopped into the bed and removed my underwear. I pulled the sheet up to my waist and shut off the light. I was sort of sitting up while I waited for Mary to come back. There was a nice breeze coming in the window and I was replaying the conversation with Pat when Mary came back in. She peeled out of her robe and was naked. She got into the bed and snuggled up real close.

“So, what’s the surprise?” I whispered.

“Oh, you’ll find out,” was all she would say.

Mary started to rub my chest and arms. I had my arm under her shoulders so all I could do was to rub her tits with my free hand. After about a minute of this, Mary sat up and faced me, she leaned across me and put her tits in my face. This was very nice and I started to nuzzle her tits with my face. I kissed her nipples and brought my hands up onto her back. I opened my mouth and drew in her nipple and began to tease it with my tongue. What was that? Her nipple tasted like an Orange!

“What’s this?” I whispered as I made a tasting noise with my tongue and lips.

“Try the other one,” she said in a giggly whisper.

I did, and it tasted like Banana. This was definitely new! I went back and forth from one to the other until the flavor started to fade. Mary was happy with the attention to her boobs and I have always liked it when a lady offers herself to me like that. 

“Is this the surprise that you were talking about?” I asked.

“That’s part of it,” she was giggling again.

With that, Mary sat up again and put her leg across me and sort of sat on my hips. I was flat on my back and enjoyed the view. My dick was three quarters hard and was trapped under her butt.

“Ready?” she whispered.

“Yeah, what’s next?” I was curious now.

Mary lifted herself up and moved toward the head of the bed. she grabbed the head board and lowered her beautiful pussy right onto my face. She was sitting on my face and I already liked it. I started to explore with my tongue and to my surprise, Chocolate! I could taste chocolate on her pussy!

I tried to talk but I had a mouthful of pussy. All I could do was moan a little and keep on eating her out. Mary leaned a little forward and put her weight onto the headboard and her knees. I stayed right were I was and gave her a nice moustache ride. Mary started to roll her hips a little so I knew that I was doing her right. Her movements became more and more insistent and then I started to hear her ‘teeth breathing’ so I knew that she was close. I took her butt cheeks into my hands and pressed her against my face. I drove my tongue as far into her pussy as I could and she began to tremble. All of a sudden, she squeezed her legs together, I went deaf again, and Mary began to come. 

Mary held on and rode it out for a minute or so. Then I could feel her relax a little and I began to be able to hear again. She lifted herself up and sat on her legs on the bed next to me. I used the corner of the sheet to wipe my face and then pulled her down and kissed her. 

“That tasted good,” I said. That was a real surprise.

“It’s not over,” she whispered, as she retrieved a tube of something from the night stand. Mary opened the tube and spread something sticky onto my dick. She spread it all around and put an extra dab onto the head. She took one finger and pressed it against my lips, Cherry! Damn if she hadn’t got something tasty for herself!

Mary went down on me with an intensity that was rare for her. She moved down the bed and got between my legs. Sitting in this position, she began to give me a really great blow job. She was doing all the head bobbing tricks and tongue flapping tricks that she knew. While she was moving her lips up and down on my shaft, her hands were moving up and down as well. The combination was overwhelming. After only a couple of minutes I could feel the pressure building in my balls and I knew that I would be unloading soon. 

Mary usually can sense when I’m getting close and she usually finishes me off with her hands. This time, she was still going at it with her mouth when I was giving all the signs of an imminent eruption. 

“I’m going to come,” I whispered.

Mary just nodded her head and kept up with the rhythm. Now, Mary is a great wife and spectacular lover, but she doesn’t let me come in her mouth. This time she wasn’t stopping and I knew she was aware of the situation. So, I just let fly. Mary started to moan and kept right on sucking. She pulled every drop out of me and was looking for more. It felt great! 

Mary let me finish and then she got up, put on her robe and went to the bathroom. I pulled the sheet up and enjoyed the dizzy – sleepy feeling that I get after a great orgasm. Mary came back into the room, stripped out of the robe, and got back into bed. 




Mother-in-Law Ch. 2



“Wow, that was a great surprise,” I whispered.

“Did you really like it?” she said as she nestled into my arm.

“I sure did, where did you find that stuff?”

“Pat showed it to me at a little shop over on the island.” 

Pat, huh “ “Did she buy any herself?” I was curious now.

“Yeah, and a few other things, too,” Mary confided.

“Well, these were five great treats for me,” I said as I kissed her.

“Five?” she sounded confused. “There were only four flavor gels.”

“The flavors were great, but the best surprise was your letting me come in your mouth.”

“Oh that, well – it wasn’t so bad when it tasted like cherries,” she said giggling.

“Why did you run out of here so fast? I pressed on.

“Just to brush my teeth,” she replied. “It wouldn’t hurt you to do that once in a while, you know.”

I gave her a long sleepy “Hmmmmm” and let myself drift off to sleep.

AND SO ENDS THE FIRST FULL DAY OF THE LABOR DAY WEEKEND



Mother-In-Law Ch. 3



Labor Day weekend – Second Day

If you haven't done so – please go read Mother-in-Law Ch 2. – First Day. This story is a continuation of that one – it will make better sense.

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Sunday morning I slept in. Mary was up before me and I actually slept until about nine-thirty or so. When I got up I slipped into my cut-offs and went into the bathroom to take a leak and get myself together. It didn't take long, so I went back to the bedroom, pulled on a clean tee-shirt and joined the rest of the world at the table. 

Father was sitting there with the Sunday paper spread all over the table. Mary was sitting at the end of the table finishing up a nice big piece of coffee-cake. She did, of course, have a nice big cup of coffee to go with it. Mother-in-law was nowhere to be seen. Bill and Pat's door was still closed so I guessed that they were still in the sack. There was a pot of coffee on the counter so I got up and poured myself a mug. I held the pot and walked over to the table and offered:

"Anybody want me to heat up his or her cup?"

Mary said, "Yes thanks."

Father just looked up and shook his head 'NO'.

I put the pot back, sliced myself a piece of the coffee-cake and took them to the table. I sat down next to Mary and started to absorb the caffeine as quickly as I could. The sugar blast from the coffee-cake was helping to restore my humanity. I too can be a little grumpy when I first wake up, imagine that!

"Where is everybody?" I said to nobody in particular.

Mary said, "Mom went to church."

Father said, "Dunno, I guess the other two are still sleeping."

Well, these two were certainly talkative this morning. I picked up a section of the paper and started to read. I was reading an article on an accident that happened two towns away. Apparently some goy lost control on a turn late at night and plowed through a fence into the side of someone's house. Bummer! Wait a minute – night – poorly lit curves – darkness – I have a date with Pat tonight! My mood suddenly improved as I remembered this, looked this was going to be a great day after all. 

"What do you want to do today?" I asked looking at Mary.

"I don't know," she said still reading her paper. "Do you have any ideas?"

I did, but I didn't think that Father would like to hear about them at his breakfast table. 

"How about we ride down to the flea market and nose around there for a while?" I suggested.

"That might be fun," Mary finally looked up. "Do you think that Bill and Pat would like to go with us?"

"We can only ask," I replied. "How about you?" I said looking at Father.

"I doubt it," he mumbled, not looking up from his paper.

"We can check with Mom when she gets back," Mary offered.

"Sounds good to me," I said. "I think that I'll go for a swim, how about you?"

Mary thought about it for a minute, then said: "OK, if the tide is in."

I knew that the tide wouldn't be high until around noon, but that it was coming in. The lagoon is not really pleasant at low tide but we were approaching high tide so it would be OK. 

"It should be close," I said. 

It will be just past high tide tonight when I am to meet up with Pat out at the lagoon, I thought to myself. I'm going to have to wear Mary down today so that she will be fast asleep by two AM. The flea market should be a good start, I'll walk her all over the place and then, maybe, tonight I'll get a few drinks into her and she will be out like a light by midnight or so. It was a plan.

We continued to read the Sunday paper until Bill came wandering out at about ten-fifteen. He looked like he had been through the war and needed coffee badly. He found it and poured himself a big mug full. I invited him to take my seat while I made a new pot. Bill had taken what was the last two cups in the pot and it didn't look like he was about to make a fresh pot himself. 

I was just about done making the coffee when Pat appeared. She looked good this morning. She was wearing another bathing suit with a wrap around skirt over the bottom. It almost looked like she was wearing a bra since the bathing suit was white. I saw that Father sat up and took notice of Pat when she walked up to the table. She was, as usual, showing a nice view of her cleavage – did I tell you that she has great tits?

"Fresh coffee in about three minutes," I said in Pat's direction.

"Thanks," she said. "What's to eat, I'm starving."

Mary said, "There's still a little of the coffee-cake left."

Pat came out into the kitchen and cut herself a nice piece of the pastry. She gave me a nice smile as she passed me and she let her hand touch mine as she walked back to the table. I waited for the coffee to finish and poured her the first cup. I put the cup onto the table in front of her. Father saw what I was doing and he pushed his cup out to the middle of the table and said:

"As long as you're up – would you mind?"

"Glad to," I said as I went back and got the pot. I walked it over to the table and refilled Father's cup. This also allowed me to get another great look at Pat's tits as she sat there sipping her coffee. I looked at Mary and she was looking at me with hard eyes. I guessed that I just got caught peeking down sister-in-laws bathing suit. I was sure that I was going to hear about that later.

I went out and got myself into the water. Mary was about two minutes behind me. I watched her walk down the ramp to the floating dock. She stood there for a minute with her hands on her hips and looked down at me in the water. I was floating on my back. It was hard to look up at her with the sun so high in the sky. Finally, Mary jumped into the water and started to swim down the lagoon. I rolled over and followed her for about thirty or forty feet when she began to slow down. She let me catch up and we were floating there, face to face, about fifty feet from the dock.

"You like her tits, huh?" It started, again.

"What do you mean?" The obligatory denial.

"Pat's tits, you couldn't keep your eyes off them this morning." She was starting to raise her voice.

"Aw c'mon Mary, I couldn't help it," I tried to look for an excuse. "You saw the way she was dressed."

"Yeah, I saw it," it wasn't going to stop. "And everybody else saw you ogling her."

"Everybody? Everybody who?" Now I feigned anger.

"My father and Bill, that's who." She continued.

"Your father was sitting right next to her, he couldn't see where I was looking and Bill had his nose in the papers – you're imagining it." I took the offensive.

"I'm not imagining anything – you admit that you were looking at her tits then?" She was starting to sound like a prosecutor on TV.

"I was only looking at them because I was remembering the great time we had last night with your tits and the great surprise you gave me." I was really reaching now.

"Oh, Bullshit." She was right.

"Look babe, I'm a normal male here – have you noticed how your father looks at her?" Shift the focus if you can!

"Yeah, and I'm not too happy about that either," she was starting to calm down.

"Well, your tits are still the best, even if my eye sometimes slips to another set." I said with my best used car salesman voice.

"Oh Bullshit." She had said it again, but with a little hint of a smile this time.

"I like your tits better," I went on. "Anyway, hers are too big."

"More Bullshit." I was losing ground again.

"No, really," I was improvising now. "By the time she's forty, they will be hanging down on her belly. Yours will still look good when you're sixty. Isn't that better?"

"Whose taste better?" Now she was playing.

"I wouldn't know for sure, but I imagine that yours do." A big smile on my face.

"Do you want me to flavor them again?" She was warming up a little. 

"Plain, flavored, whatever – I like your tits the best." I said this as I swam up to her and put my hands out and cupped her tits. I had to kick a little harder to keep from sinking though.

Mary turned around in the water and I cupped her tits from the back. I managed to snuggle up against her and push my dick against her ass until we both began to sink. 

"Lets head back to the dock," I suggested.

Mary started to swim and I was following close behind her. When we reached the dock, She reached out and put her hands onto the platform and she was able to support herself there. I swam up and took a position next to her at the dock. We caught our breath from the swim then turned to face each other. Keeping one hand on the dock I moved close and Mary wrapped her legs around my waist – we got real comfy like this.

"Want to fool around?" I suggested.

"Not here," She replied. "Sometimes it's just nice to hold on and hug."

"It's called humping," I offered.

"Oh, sometimes you're just too much." Mary said this as she disengaged her legs. "I've had enough."

I stayed in the water as she climbed up the ladder onto the dock. I always liked the way she looked while she climbed up that ladder. It was a great view from the water. When she was up on the dock, I climbed up myself and followed her into the porch. We toweled off there and went inside. Everyone was still at the table reading the papers and drinking coffee.

Mary walked over to the table and said, "Hey guys, we're going down to the flea market today – anyone want to go with us?"

Pat looked up and appeared to like the idea. Bill kept reading until Pat poked him and she said, "Let's go with them – it sounds like fun."

"OK" was all Bill could muster up.

"When are we leaving?" Pat actually seemed to be enthusiastic for once.

"Well, we're going to change and get ready," Mary said thoughtfully. "How about in about forty-five minutes?"

"OK," Pat said. "Bill and I will be ready."

"How about you, Mom?" Mary was looking at her mother.

"Thanks dear, but I'm a little tired today and I don't feel like walking all over the place."

"Are you sure?" Mary tried one more time.

"Yes, I'm sure," Mother went on. "I'll just stay here with your father."

"Can we trust you two alone," Mary said teasingly.

Her mother apparently saw no humor in this joke and didn't reply. Instead, she just picked up her paper and started turning the pages. Wow, that was really cold. 

I turned and went into the bedroom and Mary was right behind me. She closed the door and said,

"Mom's a little touchy on that subject."

"What subject," I pretended ignorance.

"Being alone with Dad," She said forgetting that I was there for the conversation too.

"Oh well, that's something between the two of them," I said as I guided Mary over to the bed and leaned her over a little. I pulled myself up against her and pressed by dick against her butt. "Let's get something between us too." I suggested.

"And like I can't guess what that is," she said.

I pressed myself against her a little more and eased her against the bed. With a little coaxing, I soon had her kneeling on the side of the bed with her hands down supporting her upper body. This one of my favorite positions and Mary knew it.

"Do you think that you should lock the door?" She asked.

"Ok, don't move," I said as I took the few steps over to lock the door and returned to her butt.

I stepped back a little and dropped my damp cut-offs to the floor. I wasn't wearing any skivvies so all I was left with was my tee shirt. I put my hands onto her hips and pressed myself against her a little while longer. Then I stepped back a little and slid her bathing suit bottom down to her knees. Mary lifted her legs one at a time and I was able to get the bottom all the way off. I let it fall to the floor with a damp plop.

When I put my cock against her pussy, I noticed that we were both a little dry from swimming in the salt water. I was hard enough, but I could tell that a little additional lube might be just the thing to avoid some chafing. I saw the bottle of baby oil on the dresser and I could reach it from where I was standing. I got the bottle and dribbled a little of the oil onto my cock. I put some onto my hand and let it run down onto my fingers, then I rubbed my fingers onto Mary's pussy and gave it a nice lube job.

Mary was getting a little tired of supporting her weight with her arms, so she lowered herself down until her shoulders were on the bed. Wow, what a sight. I moved back up and made contact and eased my cock into Mary's waiting cunt. It really felt great.

Before I started to stroke her, I unfastened the strap on her bathing suit top and removed it. I put it on the floor next to the bottom. Next, I reached around her hips and spread her pussy lips with my fingers finding her clit already erect. As I started to rub her clit I said, "Still want to hurry?"

"No, you can take your time," She purred back.

I kept up the clit rub as I started to stroke my cock into her cunt. That's when we noticed the bed squeaking again. 

"Damn, I forgot about that." I moaned

'Do you have to stop?" Mary had a little pleading in her voice.

I kept my hips still as I continued to rub her clit. Mary continued to rock her hips against me but she soon noticed that I wasn't moving.

"What's wrong?" she whispered.

"I just don't want to make all that noise," I told her.

"Well, this feels great for me, but you're not going to get off if you don't move a little." Mary had a firm grasp on the obvious.

"We'll worry about you first, then we'll see about me later." I reassured her.

Mary didn't say anything else. I continued to massage her clit while I kept my cock rammed all the way into her. She started to enjoy it again and was soon oblivious to me and to our surroundings. I waited until I could hear the telltale change in her breathing, then I stepped up the rubbing a little and took her over the edge. She bucked a lot and moaned a little as the waves or orgasm passed over her. Pretty soon, she calmed down and raised herself back up onto her hands.

Looking over her shoulder at me, she said, "Well, what's next?"

I eased myself out of her pussy and my stiff dick just stood out straight in front of me. Mary put her feet down onto the floor and turned to face me. She put her arms around my waist and pulled us together. This made my cock push up against her belly and she squeezed it between us. I was really horny and knew that a case of blue balls wasn't far off if I didn't drop a load of baby batter pretty soon.

Then I was struck with an idea. "C'mon over here," I said as I led her over to the dresser.

I put my hands under her arms and lifted her up until she was sitting on the dresser. It was just the right height. I pushed her knees apart and stood between them. I drew her to me until her butt was just on the edge of the dresser. She could just reach the footboard of the bed with her heels. 

"Is this going to work?" I asked.

Mary didn't answer with words. She reached down and grasped my cock and drew it up so that the head was at the entrance to her pussy. I pushed myself forward and it went straight in.

"Hmmmm," she said. "This is new, what made you think of this?"

"I dunno, it looked convenient." I whispered.

I started to stroke into her and sure enough, the dresser didn't make any noise. I took me about two-dozen strokes to catch up and I shot a big wad up into Mary. That took the pressure off and my cock started going soft almost immediately after I finished. 

I took a half step backwards and noticed where we were. Without saying anything, I opened the drawer that was between Mary's legs and pulled out a pair of her panties. 

"This works out well," I said smiling as I handed her the underwear.

"Funny, wise ass," She said with a little giggle.

Mary stepped down from the dresser and wrapped her robe around her. She took the panties that I selected and a pair of jeans shorts, a bra and a tee shirt and headed for the door.

"Some of us have to clean up after that, you know," She said, as she unlocked the door and stepped out. Pat was just going past the door and looked in at me standing there totally naked. Wow, what timing. I guessed that we were now even. Mary closed the door quickly but not quickly enough.

I dressed in a pair of jeans and another tee shirt. I went out to the family room to wait for Mary. Bill was already there sitting on the couch; he was still reading the paper. There had to be a lot of news that the rest of us missed or else he's a really slow reader. Mother was in the kitchen puttering with the dishes, Father-in-law was nowhere to be seen.

I got up and went into the kitchen on the pretense of getting a drink of water. Mother-in-Law was in her usual place at the sink. I brushed against her as I went by and took a glass from the drainer. I looked around for Father-in-Law but still couldn't see him. I went over to the fridge and took out the bottled water and poured some into my class. 

"Want a drink?" I asked.

"Thanks, no," She responded. Her voice was very neutral.

I stood there and drank the water down. While I was leaning back to finish it, Mother-in-Law ran her hand across the front of my pants and squeezed my dick. I wasn't expecting that and I started to choke on the water.

"Are you OK?"Mary said as she walked into the kitchen.

"Just put some water down the wrong pipe," I stuttered, still half choking.

Mother-in-Law was giggling, and said, "Careful, we all need to be careful." She put a little emphasis on the word 'all' and I took it as a message to back off a little. 

"Thanks," I said as I nodded to her. I looked into her eyes as I said it to let her know that the message was received. 

Pat came out of the bedroom and bill finally got up from the couch. We all went out of the house after we gave Mother-in-Law one more chance to go with us. She declined so we were on our way. We took our car and I drove, as usual.

The flea market was about six miles away on a road that parallels the main highway. There is one large building with about four dozen stalls inside and two long rows of outside 'tables' where all sorts of merchandise is available. I like to take my time and walk the rows first, then go inside and look around and get something to eat before leaving. Mary is not so patient. She has a few favorites that she visits right away and spends a lot of time snooping in just a few places. 

We discussed our plans as I was parking. It was decided, we would all go our own ways and meet at the snack stand in exactly one hour. That really meant that Bill and I would be at the snack stand in one hour and the girls would show up whenever the mood struck them. Anyway, I parked and we all got out of the car. Bill followed me to the outside rows and the girls disappeared into the crowd going toward the building. 

Bill was his usual pain in the ass. He tagged along with me but didn't really look at any of the merchandise. Instead, he seemed to be ogling the girls and women who were walking among the tables near us. He was a bit obvious and a couple of the other men were visibly annoyed at the way he was staring at some of the women. I was going to say something to him but thought better of it. Instead, I gave him the slip and cut between a couple of the tables to the parallel row. I figured that I would meet him on the reverse track.

I walked along for a while looking at all the usual junk. There didn't seem to be anything new or exciting. After a few minutes, I spotted Pat at a jewelry table. She was wearing her usual low cut shirt and a nice short skirt. She looked good bending forward slightly and I could tell that the man behind the table was paying more attention to her tits than to the merchandise that she was looking at. I ambled on over and stood next to her to see what she was interested in.

Pat was looking at some cameo pins. The prices asked told me that they were not real cameos unless the usual price suddenly dropped by ninety percent. They were pretty though and some were in interesting settings. They were likely plastic and I think that everybody knew it.




Mother-In-Law Ch. 3



"Any one in particular?" I said.

"Oh, I didn't see you standing there," Pat was a little surprised. "Where's Bill?"

"I think that he's in the next row over, looking at a few things." I couldn't help the private joke.

"Do you like these?" she said as she held two of the cameos up against her chest.

"I certainly do like both of those," I said, hoping that she would get the double meaning.

"No, I meant the pins," She didn't know how to play dumb.

"Yes, I like them too." Maybe she would catch on.

"Oh, stop it, really, do you like either of these?" she went on about the pins.

"That one is nice," I said pointing to the one on her right tit.

"I like it too," she said to me and "I'll take this one" to the man behind the table.

The man put the pin in a small paper bag and took the cash from Pat. He gave her back some change, the pin but no receipt.

"They don't do a lot of records here," I advised her as we walked together down the row of tables.

"I see that," she replied.

We walked along for a while looking at the stuff and the people. I kept looking around for Bill but didn't see him anywhere. I knew that Mary was most likely still in the building so I just kept Pat company and enjoyed the walk. I had worked out a routine of looking at the tables as we passed and turning my head as if I was still looking at the wares when I was actually looking down the front of her shirt. It was working well.

"Still on for the swim tonight?" she asked all of a sudden.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," I tried to not sound excited, but I was.

"Still set for two AM?" she was talking to me but looking around, like some sort of a spy.

"I'll be there, but I'll need help getting a few drinks into everybody so that they will be asleep by then." I said, imitating her spy talk.

"Let me take care of that," she said thoughtfully. "Lets stop at the liquor store on the way home, I'll make Margaritas tonight and that should work." She was being very conspiratorial.

"OK by me, but I don't want to get blasted too," I admitted.

"Don't worry, I'll be mixing the drinks," she turned and winked at me. "You'll be plenty sober when the time comes."

We kept on walking and looking and eventually ran into Bill coming the other way.

"Hey, where'd you go?" he looked like a lost kid.

"I didn't go anywhere," I acted confused. "One minute you were there and the next I couldn't find you. I came over to this row looking for you and ran into Pat, here."

Now he was on the defense. "Well, I lost track of you too."

"It's almost time to meet up with Mary, should we head inside?" Pat changed the subject.

We all looked at our watches at the same time. We agreed and started heading for the building. Once inside, the air conditioning felt good. I watched pat as we took our first few steps into the building, sure enough the headlights came right on. High beams! Pat saw me looking at her tits and looked down. She saw her nipples sticking out and looked back at me and gave me a sneaky little smile. Bill didn't notice this exchange and was apparently looking for his sister. 

The aisles were very cramped inside the building. Floor space was at a premium. We had to go single file in a few locations. While we were passing in front of a second hand Video Tape stall, Bill went first, me next and Pat took up the rear. Bill had to stop to let a lady out of the tape store and Pat managed to push herself up against my back. I could feel her tits and actually I could feel her nipples against me. Without saying anything, she moved her body back and forth rubbing her tits across the small of my back. There was no mistake about it, she was rubbing her tits on me, and I liked it.

As soon as we passed the video stall, the aisle widened up again and Pat moved up along side of me. Bill was still a few steps ahead.

"Thanks," I said out of the side of my mouth.

"Don't mention it," she said without thinking what she was saying.

"Of course I won't mention it," I said with a little silly tone.

Pat started to giggle but put her hand over her mouth so as to not make it obvious or to invite a question from Bill. Mary was in one of the tee shirt stalls when Bill spotted her. 

"I'll get her," he offered, leaving Pat and me standing in the aisle.

Bill went into the stall and walked up to Mary. She smiled at him and noticed me and Pat standing outside in the aisle. Bill was standing very close behind her and I decided to let it look like I was interested in showing a tee shirt to Pat. I took one off the rack and held it up so that Pat could look at it. I turned my head so that it would appear that I was looking at the shirt. I kept my eyes on Mary and Bill; more spy stuff. Sure enough, Bill looked my way then he turned back toward Mary. He was standing directly behind her and Mary reacted as if she had been goosed. She turned to Bill and said something with a little smile then she turned to see if I was looking. I guess that she thought that I was otherwise occupied and she turned back to bill and gave him one of those looks that says 'not here'.

I let this pass, after all – they are brother and sister. Pat didn't appear to notice that I was peeking at Mary and Bill, but when I looked at her closely, her disposition had appeared to sour a little. I put the tee shirt back onto the rack and Pat took my arm and turned me away from the store. 

"Let's go get a table at the food place," she said, as she started tugging my arm. "We can wait for them there."

I went along and we went across the building to the food place in the corner. There were a lot of free tables and we quickly spotted one for four. Pat sat down with her back to the entry and I sat across from her so that I could see the door. We sat there for a few moments when I realized that there are no waiters or waitresses here. It was a self-service eatery where you ordered at the counter and took the stuff to your own table. 

"Soda?" I offered.

"Ice tea, if they have it – thanks," Pat seemed a little calmer now.

I got up and went to the counter and ordered two ice teas and two colas. I knew that Mary would prefer the ice tea and I guessed that Bill would want a cola, like me. Tough shit if he didn't want a cola. I decided to wait for everyone to get here before deciding on the food.

Mary and Bill came in and sat down just as I was getting back to the table with the drinks. Mary had an armload of bags, as usual. Bill had a small bag that looked like it had a CD in it.

"What did you get?" I was willing to start.

"Nothing special," Mary was trying to remember all the things that she purchased. "Some scented candles, a belt that goes with my new slacks, and some other odds and ends."

"I found a CD full of clipart," Bill reported.

"I got a nice Cameo," Pat smiled as she removed it from the little bag and handed it to Mary.

"And I got these drinks," I passed the cups and straws around the table.

"What's good here?" Bill asked as he turned to read the menu on the wall.

"The burgers are always good, but the fries are a little greasy," Mary reported.

"As long as they're not flammable, they're not too greasy for me," I boasted.

We decided on burgers, fries and a bunch of other stuff that I got up and ordered. I waited at the counter for the food and occasionally looked over at our table. Mary and Pat were talking but Bill looked bored. He was looking around the eatery and out into the stores area. He had decided to read the details on his CD by the time that I got back with the food.

We ate quickly and the conversation was focused on some of the junk that we saw on our tours. We all decided that we weren't done looking and arranged to meet back at the car at three o'clock. We split up again, only this time it was Mary and I together and Bill tagged along with Pat. I ushered Mary outside and we strolled the tables. I don't know where Bill and Pat went but they weren't together when we got to the car at three. 

Mary and I arrived at the car first. I opened the trunk and Mary put her bags in. I left the trunk open but put the lid down so that we could stow Bill and Pat's stuff when they got there. Bill arrived first. All he had was the same bag with the CD. 

"Where's Pat?" Mary asked.

"Oh, she stopped to look at the rugs," he offered. "She should be right here."

Pat did arrive in about five minutes, carrying a few additional bags. She wasn't carrying a rug! Bill got into the back seat and I got out and went back to open the trunk lid for Pat. Mary was fiddling with the radio in the front seat. I raised the trunk lid knowing that this would block the view from inside the car. Pat came up and put her things into the trunk.

"Don't forget the booze," She snapped.

Pat looked pissed again. I decided not to pursue it here. I closed the trunk and followed her up the left side of the car. I opened the back door for her and she plopped in next to Bill. I got in and started it up.

"Well, it's still a little early – where to?" I pulled out of the parking place.

Mary was first, "Let's bring ice cream home!"

"Sounds good to me," I Said. "Anything else?" I was hoping that Pat would chime in and suggest the margaritas.

"Yeah, let go to the liquor store," Finally! "I'll make us some Margaritas tonight."

Bill didn't say anything but I could see him smiling when I looked in the rear view.

"Margaritas it is!" I shouted and headed west toward the liquor store.

When we got there, Pat said, "I know what to get – you guys wait here."

We sat in the car and listened to the local station while Pat did the booze shopping. She came out with a big bag and I could see chips and other stuff sticking out the top. She kept the bag with her and got back into the car.

"Ice cream and then home? I started the car again.

"Sounds like a plan," Mary announced to all.

I headed for the ice cream parlor. There is this really great ice cream parlor downtown. It's been there for years and they still sell hand packed ice cream by the pint and quart. When we got there, Mary opened the car door and said, "Any special requests?"

"I always like it when you surprise me," I said, knowing that she would get the double meaning.

Pat said, "Something with too much chocolate." And Bill said, "Rocky Road, if they have it."

Again we sat in the car listening to the DJ drone on about all the end of summer sales at the local stores and telling some bad jokes trying to tease all the kids because school would be starting in a few days.

Mary came out with a paper bag and jumped back into the car. "Hurry! This stuff will be melting soon."

I started the car again and headed directly back to the shore house. When we got there, Mary jumped out and hurried the ice cream inside. I went back to the trunk and started to pick out the packages, Pat handed the booze to Bill and he headed into the house. Pat joined me at the trunk and got her packages out too.

"Maybe earlier than two," she whispered.

"Why?" I looked a little dumb.

"I bought one-hundred proof tequila." She said as she walked away smiling.

When I got into the house, Bill was in his usual seat on the couch. Mother-in-Law was sitting at the table with Father-in-Law. Mary was still in the kitchen putting the ice cream into the freezer and Pat was sorting through her packages at the table. She took out the Cameo and showed it to Mother-in-Law.

"It's very nice, Pat." Mother-in-Law said with a smile.

Father-in-Law looked interested and was even more interested when Pat leaned across the table to hand it to him. It must have been a nice view down the front of her blouse. It was a nice view from where I was standing too, Pat looks great bending over like that.

I took Mary's packages over and put them on the table next to Pats. Mary came out of the kitchen and started to root through the packages. I excused myself and went on into the bathroom. The soda was working and I wasn't much interested in this conversation anyway.

When I came out, all the women were in the kitchen preparing dinner. I didn't know what it was going to be; all I knew was that they didn't need me to make it. I went out to the bulkhead and down onto the floating dock. It was still pretty warm out and the water was very still. I checked the crab trap – empty. I hung around on the dock for a while and killed time by picking up stones from the yard and tossing them into the water. Got a few to skip a few times but I couldn't give any a real strong toss because of all the boats tied up at the other houses.

Father-in-Law yelled, "Dinner" from the porch and I went back into the house.

Mother-in-Law made cold salads and sandwiches for dinner. There was potato salad, macaroni salad, something that looked like Cole slaw and a variety of cold cuts and cheeses. There were fresh hard rolls (If you're not from Jersey – you won't understand hard rolls – sorry) and Kaiser rolls. She always had great mustard and there was, of course, some nice hot horseradish to add a little zip.

We all made our favorite sandwich and took too much salad. We downed two whole pitchers of 'Sun-tea' and thoroughly enjoyed the meal. When the eating slowed down, Mary asked, "Ice cream?"

"I'm too full right now," Father-in-Law said painfully.

"Maybe in a little while," Mother-in-Law suggested.

"I'd like some." Bill piped up.

"Ok," Mary said gladly. "Rocky Road, right?"

Bill just smiled and Mary looked at me next. I looked thoughtful and said, "Just a little of whatever you're having." Mary seemed to click this off in her head and turned to Pat. "Just a little for me too, anything that is chocolate." 

Mary went into the kitchen to get the ice cream. I helped Mother-in-Law clear the table a little and we both carried dishes and salad bowels to the counter and sink. Mary was working at the counter scooping the ice cream from the containers into some shallow bowels. The ice cream had refrozen in the freezer and was a little hard to get out of the container. As she struggled, I was standing behind her and slightly to the side. I looked around and nobody was looking our way, Mother-in-Law was at her usual place at the sink so I reached down and gave Mary a little goose. She lifted up onto her toes as I did that and much to my surprise, Mother-in-Law goosed me at about the same time.

Mary didn't turn around but I did. Mother-in-Law had a big smile on her face but was busying herself in the sink. Wow, this was a double goose. Whatta woman.

We had our ice cream and the table was eventually cleared off. Tonight would be different. Instead of the usual Pinochle game, we decided to play Monopoly. Corny but it does pass the time. All six of us sat at the table and played the game. Mother-in-Law got nominated to be the bank, as usual. 

At about eight o'clock Pat stood up and went to the kitchen.

"Maragritas?" she announced, almost singing the words.

"Sounds great!" Father-in-Law almost shouted.

Everyone looked at each other and seemed to agree that 'Margaritas' sounded like a good idea. Pat worked a few summers as a bartender and could make a dynamite Margarita. She obviously had our approval and she went at the task. 

"Need any help, dear?" Mother-in-Law offered.

"Nope, this is my specialty mom," she said back to the room. Pat was now busy getting out all the stuff together and the glasses down from the cabinet. She spread out the bottles and things on the counter and got busy. Pretty soon, we heard the blender whirring and the first batch were ready. Pat brought them to the table on a small tray and handed them out. Mine tasted OK but I could tell that there wasn't very much booze in it. I wondered how she was able to make them different.

Pat went back and returned with some chips and goodies in bowels. We managed to space these around the table and kept on playing the game. Pat kept mixing drinks and when it was her turn at the game, she came back – rolled the dice and moved her piece without losing track of what she was doing. 

By about ten o'clock, Father-in-Law and Mother-in-Law looked noticeably drunk. Everyone was goofing up at the Monopoly game and we were losing interest fast. Pat kept feeding drinks to everyone and the mood was generally good. Bill had a good buzz going and Mary was closing her eyes for longer and longer periods. 

At ten thirty, Father-in-Law announced that he was suddenly very sleepy and blamed it on being out in the sun all afternoon. Mother-in-Law gave him one of her looks but indicated that she was a 'little' tired too. They were about to get up when Pat said, "You didn't have your ice cream yet."

They begged off the ice cream and took their turns going into the bathroom and then into their bedroom. Pat, Mary Bill and I sat at the table and put the Monopoly game away. Pat went out to the kitchen and announced, "There's enough left in the blender for one more round."

With hat, she brought the blender in and poured each of us one last glassful of the Margaritas. I noticed that this one had some booze in it and looked at Pat with a smile in my eyes. She returned the look and just sipped hers slowly. When the drinks were done, Pat collected the glasses and put them into the sink. Good bartender habits die slowly.

Bill and Mary went and sat on opposite ends of the couch. I got up and turned the radio on and adjusted the volume to low. It was already tuned to a station that thes had selected so the music tended to be 'old person' music and helped set the sleepy mood. Pat came in from the kitchen and went into the bedroom. I sat in the chair opposite the couch and stared to look at a magazine. It was still plenty warm and there wasn't much of a breeze.

Bill was the first to nod. He caved at about eleven o'clock. Mary nudged him and told him to go to bed. I noticed that her speech was just a bit slurred and a little slow. Wow, I don't usually see her with this much of a buzz on. I've often taken advantage of her when she was like this in the past. This time, however, I hoped that she would just go to bed and have a nice long uninterrupted sleep.

Bill got up and went into the bathroom. Mary looked at me and asked, "Tired yet?"

"Not yet," I kept looking at the magazine.

"Well, I'm going to take a shower and then go to bed," she stood up and sat right back down again.

"I thought I was going to take a shower," she started to giggle.

"You're drunk," I said with a smile.

"You're right," she said. Then she began to whisper, "You're not going to take advantage of me like this, are you?"

"Not tonight," I said reassuringly. "I'll take you in."

I walked over and helped her up. She was a little wobbly. I took her arm and started to guide her toward the bedroom. As we got to the end of the family room, Pat came out of their room and looked at Mary. 

"Did I make them too strong," she asked, obviously insincere.

"I think it was the ice cream," Mary mumbled as she took a step toward the bathroom. "I'll be right out."

Pat and I just stood there and waited for Mary to come out. After about a minute or so, the door opened and Mary was standing there in Bra and panties. She had left her jeans and tee shirt on the bathroom floor. She waved to Pat and turned into our room. I followed and got there as she was laying herself down on the bed. I pulled the sheet up over her and she started to settle down. I turned to leave and Mary sat up and said, "I'm still dressed – I can't go to bed like this."

I unsnapped her bra and pulled it off her arms. Mary lay back down and I took her panties by the sides and slid them down her legs. She lifted her butt then her legs and I slid them off. I pulled the sheet back up and Mary looked up and said, "You take good care of me." With that she closed her eyes and appeared to go to sleep.




Mother-In-Law Ch. 3



I picked up her bra and put it and her panties on the dresser. I went back to the bathroom and picked up her clothes and took them back into the bedroom. Mary was snoring a little when I returned. I put the clothes on the dresser, checked her again and went out closing the door softly behind me.

Pat was sitting on the couch looking out at the lagoon. When I walked into the room, she got up and walked out onto the porch. She didn't turn on he lights and we stood there in the dark for a few minutes just listening to the sounds from the house. We could hear Father-in-Law snoring. There were no other noises for a while so we sat down on the porch chairs. 

After a few minutes, I leaned over to Pat and said, "Looks like the Margarita's worked."

I couldn't see her face in the darkness but I could tell that she was smiling when she said, "They always do."

"What's your secret?" I pressed on.

"That's classified Bartender information, if I tell you I'll have to kill you." She said in a mocking tone.

"OK but how come I'm not blitzed?" I was really curious.

"You would be if I had wanted you to be," she went on. "I've always been good at mixing and matching the drinks."

"Sounds a little sneaky to me," I was hoping that she would explain more.

"One of the bars that I worked in had a lot of girls working there too, working girls if you know what I mean."

"Uh huh," I was following her drift.

"Well, the patrons liked to buy these girls drinks, but the girls didn't want to get wasted and have it interfere with business. So I learned how to spike the guys drink and go easy on the ladies."

"Very clever," I said as I stood up and looked into the yard.

Pat stood up and walked over next to me. 

"Still want to go for a swim?" she whispered.

"Absolutely, do you think that they're out for the night?" I nodded back toward the house.

"Oh, I'm sure about that." She giggled, "They're not going to be feeling too well in the morning either."

"Do you have to go put on your bathing suit?" I asked.

"Do you?" she giggled again.

"Well, no actually," I said as I started toward the door. "There's no need to wake everybody by going in to change." 

Pat followed me towards the door. We opened it slowly because the screen door tended to squeak. We slipped out into the darkness and went across the yard to the bulkhead. There was a little less than a quarter moon that night and it wasn't very high in the sky. We could see a little but it was pretty much too dark for us to be seen from any distance.

We went down the ramp to the floating dock and I knelt down to feel the water. It was nice and warm and the tide was nearly high. It was just about high tide but I couldn't tell if it was coming in or going out. It didn't matter really, the water was just about right for a little moonlight swim.

I stood back up and started to take off my clothes. First my shirt then I sat on the ramp and pulled off my shoes and sox. I could see Pat pulling her blouse up and off. She stood there in her bra and looked around for a few seconds. I stood back up and dropped my trousers. Pat took my seat on the ramp and took off her tennis shoes and little white sox. She stood back up and unfastened her shorts. As they fell to her ankles, I could just see that she was wearing a white thong pantie. 

There she stood in her bra and panties and me in my jockeys.

"With or without?" I asked.

"With or without what?" She whispered back.

"With or without under wear," I whispered slowly.

Pat didn't say a word. She reached up behind her and unfastened her bra. She let it fall to the dock and now those puppies were free. Even in the feeble light I could tell that they were magnificent. Nice big hooters sticking almost straight out from her chest. Just a little sag from the weight, not from age or any other reason. I couldn't clearly see her nipples in the moonlight but I could make out the darker area of her areolas. 

I was not breathing. My mind was focused on her tits but I was not breathing. Finally I came to my senses and let out a little, "Wow!"

Pat didn't reply, instead she reached out and grabbed my jockeys at the waistband and gave them a little tug. I took the hint and slid them down and stepped out of them. Once they were down, Pat did the same with her thong and we stood there again looking at each other in the moonlight. She was stunning.

Pat was the first to move toward the water. She sat down on the dock and put her feet into the water. As I was sitting down beside her, she lifted herself up on her arms and slipped feet first into the water. I got my feet into the water and began my usual wonder – how do women get into the water so quickly? I soon drove this distraction out of my mind and I eased myself into the water a quickly as I could. I went in, but not as quickly as Pat.

I could see her about ten to twelve feet out from the dock. She was just treading water and was facing away from me. I doggie paddled out to where she was and ran my hand across her back to let her know that I was there. Pat turned to face me and we just stayed like that for a minute or so.

"This is really evil, isn't it?" Pat started with a whisper.

"Yeah, I guess so." I admitted. 

I moved a little closer and she put her hands up onto my shoulders. I couldn't wait and I brought both of my hands up and cupped her breasts. And great breasts they were! They were round and really firm. Some big-breasted girls have soft squishy tits. Pats were firm and felt really good. Both nipples were erect and reacted a little when I ran my thumbs across them.

"Mmmm' that feels good," she purred.

"It certainly does," I agreed.

I kept rubbing her nipples for a few more seconds then I eased her around so that her back was to me. From this position, I had better access to her tits and she could move her arms a little to keep us afloat. I did notice that she was a little more buoyant than Mary. It must be the tits!

Eventually our bodies drifted closer together and my erection was poking against her ass. It was a great ass too. Pat was put together very well. I snuggled up a little closer and she pushed herself back against me. This was all well and good except we started to sink. Where have I heard this story before?

"What say we go over to the dock?" I whispered into her ear.

Pat just started swimming toward the dock. I was in close pursuit. We got to the dock at about the same time and I let her go up the ladder first. I wished that I could see her as she climbed up the ladder, I bet the view was staggering. But, there just wasn't enough light for me to see anything except her outline as she went onto the dock. 

I climbed up the ladder and found Pat sitting on the dock. I sat down beside her and put my arm around her shoulders. 

"We forgot towels," I whispered.

"We won't need towels," she whispered back.

Pat reached over and took my cock into her hand. She gave it a little squeeze and began a gentle stroking. Nothing serious, you know – not likely to jerk me off – but it felt really good. I put me free hand on her breast and started to knead the nipple. I could feel her nipple tense a little so I went over to the other one. As I reached across her, she turned on her side and faced me. I did the same and I now enjoyed the feel of her tits up against my chest, they were magnificent. Did I tell you that she has great tits?

I kept my hand on her back and she kept her hand on my cock. I was really enjoying this and I decided to take it to the next level. I eased her back down onto her back and reached down to find her mound. It was very neatly trimmed and was nice and damp. I put my face down and kissed her nipples one at a time. She really liked this, so I did it again a few times. She kept squeezing my cock every time that I kissed her. I kissed between her tits and then started down toward her belly. 

The decision was hers. I couldn't go any lower unless she let go of my cock. I guess that she figured this out and she let it slip from her hand. I dove on down and pushed my face into her furry mound. Pat parted her legs a little and I put my hand down between them. I moved her legs apart a little and moved further down on her body until my face lined up with her pussy. I picked myself up and moved over her so that by face was directly over her gash. She responded by opening wide for me, spreading her legs and bending her knees up so that her feet were flat on the deck. 

I went down on her like a shot. Her pussy was fresh and warm. Her juices were flowing and I found her clit right away. As I began rubbing it with my tongue, Pat put her hands on my head and started to hold me by my ears. As soon as I dipped my tongue into her honey pot, she pulled my face into her, using my ears – ouch!

I put up with the ear pulling as I continued to give her a tongue bath. She was salty as you would expect from our recent swim. But more than that, she actually tasted good. I've been down on a few women, and I've enjoyed most of them – but this woman actually tasted good. I took her clit between my lips and began to gently suck on it like it was a tiny nipple. I rubbed the tip of it with my tongue as I sucked it. Pat responded almost immediately with a strong rocking motion of her hips and more tugs on my ears – that still hurt a little.

Pats breathing gradually got faster and faster. She started to let out a stifled little cry and then a long moan. Her hips rocked furiously and she started to tremor just a little. She was cumming and it was a big one. I let her ride it out and kept licking her clit the entire time. Eventually, she let go of my ears and pushed my face up away from her pussy.

"Come up here to me," she pleaded.

I moved straight up over her and she wrapped her legs around my ass and pulled me towards her. My cock was sticking straight out and pat reached sown and guided it into her hot wet pussy. She was surprisingly tight. It took about three strokes for me to get all the way in. Once there, I kept my weight on my elbows and started to thrust a little – very shallow at first. Pat started to rock her hips in synch with my thrusts and it started to feel like good old-fashioned fucking. 

I moved up a little to put a little more pressure onto her clit with my pubic bone. Mary likes it when I do this and I thought that Pat might like it too. As soon as I was there, pat's movements became a little more insistent. She rubbed herself against me furiously and reached another orgasm in a very short time. This time she quickly put her mouth over mine and pushed her tongue into my mouth as the waves of orgasm took over control of her body. 

I was already close to cumming when she started so it took me over the edge and I started to cum about half way through hers. I unloaded a big wad of spunk into my sisters cunt. And I felt all the better for doing it, too. Pat was a great looking woman and a really great fuck. Now I was three for three at this house!

We lay there for a few minutes recovering. I felt myself go soft inside her and my cock started to slip out. Pat pushed a little with her cunt muscles and my dick slid all the way out and dribbled a little cum onto the deck.

"Looks like I just gave birth," Pat whispered with a giggle.

"Ah, that was great," was all I could say at the moment.

We rested for another few minutes then I got up first and started to look for my clothes. Pat reached up for me and I helped her to her feet. I found my pants and my jockeys first. I put the jockeys back on and slipped the pants on and pulled them up. Pat had put her bra on first (Damn) and was slipping into her thong when I looked over at her. I slipped into my tee shirt and put my feet into my shoes. I put my sox in my pocket – no need for them now.

Pat finished putting her clothes on and walked back over to me. She put her arms around my waist and kissed me long and tenderly on the mouth. 

"Thanks," she whispered.

"Thank You," I insisted. "This was really great."

"It was great for me, too," she said with a distant tone to her voice. "It's not all that great with Bill, you know."

"No, I didn't know," I said, although it didn't surprise me. "A lady like you needs to be well taken care of."

"Well, that was a good 'taking care of' if you ask my opinion," She continued.

"Anytime, sister, anytime," I promised.

We walked up the ramp and headed back toward the house. As we got close, I noticed the little light on inside my car trunk. I whispered to Pat, "I'll be right in, it looks like I left my trunk open."

"Don't make any noise," She whispered, as she went into the porch.

I walked over to the car and lifted the trunk. It was empty. I guessed that I hadn't closed it all the way when we got back home this afternoon. I put it down slowly and leaned my weight against the lid. I heard the latch snap into place. It was locked. I hoped that the battery wasn't too drained down by the little light being on for all those hours.

I went back to the house and went into the porch. As I went into the house, I didn't see Pat anywhere. Mother-in-Law was sitting at the table eating some ice cream. She smiled a really sneaky smile at me but didn't say anything.

I looked around the family room but didn't see Pat. I did see light coming from under the bathroom door and figured that she was in there. I walked over to the table and looked at Mother-in-Law.

"How is the ice cream?" I ventured.

"Very good, how was your walk with Pat?" she hesitated before she said the word 'walk'.

"Oh, very nice," I said. "We both couldn't sleep, you know."

"I see," Mother-in-Law said as she got up and took her bowel to the sink.

Pat came out of the bathroom and took one step into the family room.

"Good night all," she said and quickly ducked into her room. She had a scared look on her face.

Mother-in-Law came out of the kitchen and walked up to me. She stood directly in front of me and looked up.

"Is it raining?" she asked.

"No, the stars are out," I replied sheepishly.

"Then how'd your hair get all wet?" She had me now.

I couldn't think of any plausible lie so I just said nothing.

"I don't suppose that there's any left for me, is there?" she sounded pissed.

"Any what?" I was confused.

"Any cock, you asshole!" she looked really pissed.

Mother-in-Law walked past me and went into her bedroom without looking back or saying anything else.

I stood there for a few minutes trying to figure out my next move. Time for a reality check. I just got done fucking my sister and my Mother-in-Law is jealous. You'd think that she would be pissed that I was sticking it to her sons wife, but no, she jealous of the bitch. This is getting really confusing, but maybe it has something to do with the tension between Mother-in-Law and Father-in-Law that was evident today at the table. I wonder if he's banging his daughter-in-law instead of his own wife? This was making my head hurt so I decided to go to bed.

I opened the bedroom door as quietly as I could and snuck into the room. I stepped out of my shoes and pulled my sox out of my pockets. I put the sox on the floor and took off my pants. I hung the pants on the hook on the door and peeled off my tee shirt. Lastly, I dropped by jockeys to the floor and climbed onto the bed next to Mary.

"Oh high sweetie, I've been waiting for you." Mary whispered a little groggy. "What time is it?"

"It's late Mary," I whispered back. I just got up to go to the can." 

"Mmmmm, I'm feeling a little horny," she went on. "All that salt in the Margaritas must have gone right to my pussy." 

She was stretching herself awake and starting to rub her hands across my chest.

This was going to be a long night for me!

And So ends the Second Full day of Labor Day Weekend.