4 comments/ 156701 views/ 24 favorites Mother-in-Law Mrs. Pelosi Ch. 01 By: spitfiresnm My 40 year old fiancée Suzie lived about 250 miles from me. Our engagement was the result of a year long long-distance relationship. Her parents were wealthy, lived in an elite suburb and held family gatherings on every holiday. The summer ones were the best, because they were held around the family swimming pool. Suzie's was a family of women. She had two older sisters. They ranged in age from the mid forties to forty (Suzie was the baby). Her father was quite a bit older than her mother, ages 79 and 63 respectively. Suzie is always talking about and describing her siblings and parents, along with warnings about how to get along with them. The oldest sister, Christine, is smart and likes to argue and flirt and generally be the center of attention whenever men are around. The next oldest, MaryAnn, is a sweet gal and divorced from an abusive husband. Her father, a retired bank president, was in the beginning stages of Alzheimer's. Her mother, like her eldest sister, liked to be the center of attention and was oddly competitive with her daughters in this regard. She was strict and unfeeling towards the girls when they were growing up, but treated the girl's boyfriends and male cousins as though they were young princes, lavishing praise and treats on them. Suzie thinks mom wanted a son, but never got one. Physically, the four women resembled each other, all brunettes, Christine being taller and thinner, MaryAnn being kind of plump, Suzie was the most attractive (in my biased opinion). She stood medium height, had medium sized breasts, an amazing smile, broader gymnast shoulders, and a full ass that turned heads at the supermarket. Their mother, who insisted I call her Mom, looked like an older version of Suzie, the difference being she was slightly shorter, had larger breasts, a little more ass, wore glasses, and had graying hair. She could have been the three girl's older sister. Suzie says Mom looked like House Speaker Nancy Pelosi with salt & pepper hair. Mom dressed like June Cleaver (Beaver's mom) and carried herself in a cultured manner. Suzie was about the most sexual woman I had ever met, multi-orgasmic, always wanting to talk about this or that sexual fantasy, some fulfilled, others yet to be. According to her, this hyper sexuality was a trait she shared with her sisters, and, she joked, probably her mother as well, at least perhaps when she was a bit younger. The girls referred to it as "The Family Curse." This particular occasion for getting together was the Fourth of July. I drove the 250 miles to attend the obligatory event. It was to a sunny afternoon poolside BBQ, with swimming, eating, beer and drinks. Suzie's two teenage children were spending the holiday weekend at their father's (she is divorced), so it was the two of us, along with her sisters, their husbands/boyfriends, and mom and dad. Neither Suzie nor I liked to drink and drive, but Suzie insisted we indulge to be more sociable and make the day less boring. Her mother and father don't drink. When the subject came up, her mother offered to drive us back to Suzie's, about 20 miles away, if neither of us felt fit to drive home later. This particular day everyone was in high spirits, drinking, swimming, eating, talking, and joking. The three sisters all looked great in their swimsuits, all forgetting their ages and acting like college kids around the pool. I swear Suzie and Christine would make great centerfolds for some "Adult Mature" magazine. Her mother and father cooked up quite a feast at the grill. After we had our meal, MaryAnn and her boyfriend said their goodbyes and left. About 8:30 that evening her mother and father retired indoors, leaving Christine, her husband, Suzie and I to drinking and talking about old times. I had never before seen Suzie drink much more than a couple of glasses of wine. That day she drank quite a bit, preferring Margaritas, mixing them for herself and Christine. We three guys had been drinking beer, but it ran out about the time her sister and boyfriend left, so the guys switched to rum and coke. It was getting kind of late and around 11:00 PM Suzie's mother came outside to visit with us. Apparently she had put the old man to bed around nine o'clock and decided to be naughty and have one Margarita with us. She convinced Suzie and I to stay the night, telling us to sleep in the extra bedroom where we had all been changing into and out of our swimsuits. Suzie didn't need much convincing. She had quickly gone from being the life of the party to being barely able to hold her head up. Christine and her husband soon departed as they lived nearby, leaving just the three of us and it seemed the night would soon come to a close. Suzie convinced her mother to have one more Margarita, the alcohol apparently causing Suzie to take more liberty with her mother than usual. Her mother obliged and seemed to be getting little tipsy herself. Suddenly the alcohol hit Suzie hard. She went over near the fence and threw up, but then said she was ok. She lay down in a lawn chair and passed out cold. Her mother went over and checked on her and said we'd soon have to put Suzie to bed. Mom sat back down and sipped on her drink while talking my ear off about various episodes in the raising of three girls. She recounted a time when the girls were in high school and she had to strictly enforce the rule of never letting them leave the house without wearing a bra. She said they would die if they'd heard her telling me that, and laughed. I mentioned how nice the pool was and Mom said we were welcome to come over to swim anytime. She said it hardly got used anymore, but occasionally she liked to slip out on warm summer nights and skinny dip while looking up at the stars. She told me this in strict confidence and made me promise never to breathe a word of it to Suzie. We both had a good laugh over this. The alcohol was bringing out a silly side of her I had never witnessed before. She told me Suzie and I should come over late some night and skinny dip, after the old man went to bed, of course. She said a bomb could go off and he wouldn't awaken. She said she promised she wouldn't peek, and we laughed again. It was time for Suzie to go to bed. I picked her up and carried her into the house while Mom held the doors for me. Afterwards, Mom said she was kind of a night owl and went into the front room to watch television. Being wide awake myself, I said goodnight, but instead of going to bed, I went back out to the pool area to smoke a cigarette and polish off my rum and coke. I had the notion I might have a quiet swim later, after I saw all the lights go out and everyone was in bed. I sat at the patio table facing the back of the brick house for what seemed a long time, but probably only about a half an hour or so. I then saw what looked like a light being turned off from the side of the house, probably the kitchen. A few moments later, something else caught my attention. The windows that were nearest the pool on the ground floor were from an unused bedroom. I wouldn't even have noticed it had I not been looking at the house, about 30 feet away. The louvered vertical blinds of the windows nearest to me were slowly being turned opened. As it was dark inside the room, I couldn't see who was doing it, but thought perhaps Suzie had awakened and was looking for me. Either that or Suzie's mother was inside checking up on me. Then I saw the lights come on from the next room over, her parent's bedroom. Those vertical blinds were closed so I couldn't see in, but the light coming from across the hallway somewhat illuminated the other bedroom with the open blinds. I didn't see anyone in there. I could see the shadow of a person moving around in the parent's bedroom, and then the light went out. I assumed everyone had now gone to bed. Then the light was switched on in the unused bedroom with the open blinds Suzie's mother walked in. Dressed in the same belted type print housedress she had been wearing earlier, she slowly walked over to the closet doors and opened them and began to look at the hanging clothes. She didn't appear to be in any hurry, first shifting her weight to one hip, then the other. Apparently not finding what she was looking for, she walked over to a dresser and began opening and looking in the drawers. She took several items from drawers, looked at them and then put them back. Finally, she took something out and set it on the bed. She walked back over to the bedroom door and very slowly shut it, appearing to not want to make any sound. Facing the window but not looking in that direction, she began to undue the belt to her dress. The 63 year old woman undid the belt from her trim waist, then began to unbutton her dress from the top down. She paused at the button between her breasts, seeming to have a little difficulty with it. She appeared to be breathing quite heavily, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. She got it at last and continued on. After the last button, she took the dress off one shoulder, then the other and let it fall to the floor. Her panties and bra looked like something a younger woman would wear, more Suzie's taste. She reached behind and undid her bra, pulling it off. Her tits were larger than Suzie's and they jiggled as she folded the bra and laid it on the bed. Then she bent over and picked up the dress, laying it on the bed as well. She slowly shimmied out of her panties, standing a little straighter up than natural while doing so. She had some bush between her thighs, but it well trimmed. She turned away and bent over, giving me full view of her round ass while she took the panties off one foot, then the other. Completely nude, she walked back over and shut the closet doors. The folding doors both had full length mirrors, giving me both front and back views at the same time. Wow. She acted a bit confused or distracted. Walking back over to the bed, she picked something up and walked back over in front of the closet mirrors. She had a one piece bathing suit, kind of a shiny silver or gray color. She held it up to herself as if trying to decide what it would look like on her. She stepped into it and pulled it on. Tight fit, low cut back, tits bulging out the front, she carefully tucked everything into place. She stood there looking in the mirror and for a moment I had the illusion her reflection was looking directly at me. She slowly opened the bedroom door, looked up and down the hallway, and then switched the light off. Then it dawned on me. She was going for a swim! I turned my chair around away from the house so it faced the pool. Playing dumb was all I could think to do. From the side of the house I faintly heard the door open then shut, then the soft padding of bare feet along the paved walkway. She opened the chain link gate stepped in and shut it, then walked towards where I was. Only the dim underwater light illuminated the blue pool bottom and sides, but the moonlight was bright enough that the small pine trees cast shadows. You could hardly miss Mom wearing that almost fluorescent silver bathing suit. I was aware I had a raging hard on, so I crossed my legs and sat in such a way that it wouldn't be readily seen. When she saw me she whispered "Oh, are you are still up? Fancy meeting you here mister!" and quietly laughed. It seemed kind of naughty, talking quietly like we didn't want anyone to hear. She said, "I just checked on Suzie and she's sleeping soundly, I even shook her shoulder to see if she was ok, but she was dead to the world. I'll bet she'll feel awful tomorrow." Then she said "My hip was aching so I decided on a warm swim. It usually helps." As she spoke she rubbed her hand along her right hip while turning towards the pool. She was standing so close I could have bent forward and bit her ass cheek. She knew how close she was too and stood there for an unnaturally long time, as if deliberating what she would do next, facing away from me. She had to know my eyes were moving up and down her. They were practically blocked from looking anywhere else. For a moment I wondered if she expected me to reach over and rub her aching hip. With her bare ass cheeks showing from under the tight suit, it was tempting. Then she very ladylike walked away towards the pool, one foot in front of the other, very sexy. She descended the steps into the pool, all the way cooing about how warm the water was and how good it felt. She drifted around the pool a bit, floating on her back and paddling in such a way as to thrust her breasts out of the water as far as possible. She rolled onto her stomach and seemed to stare at me as she swam across the pool towards me doing the breast stroke. She said, "This feels as good as you-know-what, well almost," and giggled quietly, then added, "Gawd, if the girls heard me say that they'd die. I must be a little tipsy." She walked up the poolside steps and sat down on the top step, the water just to her waist. She said, "This is my favorite spot, you HAVE to try it." I arranged my hardon up towards my belly button so that it wouldn't be too conspicuous, stood up and walked over there. I was wearing a loose fitting cotton shirt and trousers, no shoes. I rolled my pant legs over my knees and sat on the poolside with my feet in the water. We were fairly close, but she said "Are you going to sit way over there? How are we gonna talk?" I slid over towards her a bit more and she said, "Oh I see, afraid of getting a little wet are we?" I said, "No, not really, but if you hadn't noticed, you're wearing a swimsuit, I'm not". She said, "Oh silly boy, is that all? Slip them clothes off and get in, I won't see anything I've never seen before---no, no, I'll close my eyes." I felt so excited my ears were ringing. Suddenly the idea of her watching me undress aroused me as much as her little strip show earlier. I stood up and removed my shirt. She giggled and held her hands to her eyes, turning way. She didn't watch, but as I took my pants off, she said, "By the way, was that a roll of quarters in your pocket, or were you just happy to see me?" She laughed, a little too loud, but she held her finger to her mouth and said, "Shush you shameful old lady." I took a seat on the top step next to her. She turned towards me and looked down at my hard cock poking above the water. She quickly turned away, tilting her head towards the night sky. "Oh my goodness!" She said, "We REALLY need to move down to the next step!" We both slid down one, the water coming to just below her tits. Her mood suddenly changed. She seemed to be regretting the situation we found ourselves in and looked at me with tears in her eyes. She said, "I'm so sorry; you won't ever tell Suzie what a shameless mother she has, will you?" I said, "Of course not. You wouldn't tell her what a shameless fiancé she has, would you?" At that her mood improved considerably. She whispered, "Never! It will be our little secret". After several minutes of just sitting there, looking up at the sky, she said, "Tell me a secret as we sit here in the moonlight, something really naughty you've done, the naughtier the better, but it has to be true, promise?" I said, "Ok, but you have to confess something naughty to me in return." She smiled and shook her head yes. I said, "About ten years ago, my ex wife caught me cheating with another woman. She came home early from a trip and caught us in the act, right in her own bed. My ex was a very straight-laced woman, so I was shocked to hear that as punishment, and the only way to keep the marriage together, I had to watch her have sex with another man." "Oh my gosh, really?" She said, "Did she go through with it?" "Yes.", I said, "I had to sit on a chair in our bedroom closet with the door ajar when she came home with her young stud in tow. They came in there and they did everything, and I mean EVERYTHING!" I continued, "I have to tell you, I had never seen my wife so sexually aroused. I'm afraid I also got very turned on by the whole thing. My ex later confessed that what turned her on the most was knowing I was watching. She made me promise that we would never speak about it again." Mom's mouth opened wide in disbelief. She was breathing very heavily; the story seemed to have her beside herself. She put one hand to her heart, her other hand slipped below the water towards the top of her thighs. She said, "Not to pry into the details too much, but did you watch her, uh, well, you know..." "Suck his cock?" I interrupted. Her eyes got wide awaiting my reply. "Oh hell yes, she sucked him, fucked him, and then took his load right in the mouth when he finished. I couldn't bring myself to kiss her for a week." I interrupted her next question and told her now it was time for her true confession. She said, "Well ok, here goes." She took a deep breath to calm herself. "I haven't had sex with a man in ten years. I've always considered myself a very sexual person." She paused for a few moments, and then continued. "Since I first met you, I've masturbated practically every day thinking of having sex with you, having you watch me undress---and other things. I confess I have a rich imagination." "Does that make me crazy, or some kind of pervert?" She asked. I smiled and answered, "No, not at all, that's pretty normal. A lot of people have rich fantasy lives." I put my hand on her shoulder, fingering her bathing suit strap. She continued, "I have to tell you---I've never given or received oral sex, my husband didn't believe in it, so I fantasize a lot about that too." She slowly glanced down to my cock, then back into my eyes. Then I said, "Wait a minute, I told you about something that happened and you are only telling me about things you imagined happening. Are you saying you've never actually done anything you consider naughty?" She said, "Ok, you got me. I'll tell you a real secret. Earlier tonight, before I came out here, I, uh, well, deliberately stripped nude in the window, knowing you were out here and would see me!" Then I asked, "did that excite you?' She replied, "I came out here, didn't I? I knew it was so risky I got Goosebumps, but I just couldn't stop myself." I slowly stood up. My throbbing erection was staring her directly in the face. She stared at my cock, licking her lips, and her hand slowly came towards it. "Can I touch it?" she asked. I nodded my head yes. Her hand went over it gently fondling and squeezing. Her other hand seemed equally pleased cupping my balls, lifting then up and down like weighing them. Her mouth came towards it and she said, "Can I taste it?" I pulled back just before her lips touched and said, "Yes, but not yet, stand up!" She stood and I took her hand and walked her back towards the chairs. About half way I stopped, turned towards her and took hold of her bathing suit shoulder straps. I pulled them off her shoulders, then down more, exposing her breasts. She seemed to catch her breath. "Be careful with those" she said. "They are SO sensitive!" She shuddered in an involuntary spasm when I bent down and gently sucked one of her bullet hard nipples, then the other. I got on my knees and pulled the suit slowly down past her pussy. I let a finger slide gently over her pussy lips and was surprised how much of her natural wetness was there, especially for a woman her age. I stood up and walked around behind her, she began to turn towards me but I told her to stand still. I rubbed both hands down her back and over her ass cheeks, and then slid a finger down from behind to gently touch her wet pussy again, and she bucked in a spasm of pleasure. I whispered in her ear, "Mom, I'm gonna lick your pussy until you cum." Mother-in-Law Mrs. Pelosi Ch. 01 She whispered, "Oh yes baby, lick my pussy, then let Mom suck your big cock." I asked, "You going to suck it dry?" She whispered "I'm gonna swallow every drop of your man-juice baby!" Our hands were all over each other; she knelt and took my cock deep into her mouth, sucking hard. I had to literally pull her off of it, her lips making a wet popping sound when they released, and I pushed her over to the padded recliner. She sat down and her mouth attacked my cock again. I pulled away so I could lay her down and spread her legs. I wasn't two minutes into licking her clit and finger fucking her before she was crying tears, saying, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, gawd, I'm cumming!" She was getting a little too loud and I was afraid someone might hear. She was in a trance, oblivious. I thrust my cock into her pussy and her hips were bucking as hard as mine. She lifted her legs up so high her knees almost touched her shoulders. For a moment I was concerned she might hurt her bad hip, but then I thought this is probably the cure she needed. While I was fucking her, I put a finger to her mouth and said, "Show me how you can suck off another man while I fuck you." She sucked hungrily, first on one finger, then three at once. I pulled them out of her mouth and said, "Are you gonna be my little fuck toy?" She gasped, "Yes, yes, momma's gonna be your little fuck toy." And I said, "And do lots of naughty things?" And she gasped, "Oh yes, yes, anything---oh god I'm cumming again!" When her orgasm subsided, I pulled out and lay on my back. She knelt over me so her mouth was above my cock, opened wide, stuck her tongue out and said, "Fuck momma's mouth baby, fuck my mouth!" Her tits jiggled furiously as her head pumped with her mouth clamped tightly on the shaft. It actually did feel like I was fucking her mouth and the harder I pumped, the more she liked it. I was amazed that after all her fucking and orgasms, she was humping my legs as she sucked. I started cumming. She didn't miss a beat, and her mouth squeezed my shaft tightly. She squealed and swallowed, again and again. A little white cum trickled out the side of her mouth, but she caught that with her hungry tongue. She knelt there, panting to catch her breath, looking at the head of my cock. She said, "Oh gawd I love the taste of cum!" We both fell back exhausted. She looked over at me and said, "Do you think we can do this again?" I said, "Oh yes, that was the best!" She looked at me, truly surprised and said, "Really? You aren't just saying that?" I winked and said, "The best, without exception." She got a broad grin and with a naughty giggle said, "Imagine what my girls would think of that!" END OF PART ONE Mother-in-Law Mrs. Pelosi Ch. 02 The 250 mile weekend commute for my fiancée Suzie and I to get together was beginning to test our relationship. She continued to pressure me to relocate to her city. I had been looking for a new job there without any success so far. I was 42 years old and successful in my present job. Suzie was 40 and had no intention of relocating while she still had two teenagers at home. After about 18 months together, we began to skip an occasional weekend and not see each other. The fact is, I did ninety percent of the traveling and sometimes just wanted to stay home and relax. After the Fourth of July sexual fling with my 63 year old future mother, (who insists I call her Mom), I hadn't seen either of Suzie's parents for about 6 weeks. During our nightly telephone conversations, Suzie mentioned several times that her mother asked about me and wondered when we were going to accept their open invitation to use their swimming pool. It wasn't really that convenient for Suzie to travel the 20 miles or so just to swim in her parent's pool, and most weekends I visited we had other plans. That doesn't mean I didn't occasionally fantasize about a replay with her sexy senior mother. That woman was a sexual Jekyll and Hyde. Her outward appearance was that of a 1950's stereotype housewife, wearing dresses and pearl necklaces, every hair in its place. She was well mannered and ready to scold any vulgarity uttered in her household. Alcohol and cigarettes were not allowed on the premises with the exception of family gatherings on the holidays. But Susie's mom had confided in me about her insatiable sexual appetite. It didn't help that her 79 year old retired bank president husband was 16 years her senior and in the beginning stages of Alzheimer's. She apparently had no outlet except masturbation and a rich imagination for sexual fantasies. That is, none until her exhibitionist window strip tease and pool side seduction of me this past July Fourth. This particular weekend I planned on staying home. I had seen Suzie the previous weekend, and even she had a rather busy upcoming schedule of weekend events with her kids. She had them all week and then every other weekend. Thursday afternoon I returned home from work. The telephone rang and I was surprised to hear Suzie's mother on the line. She blurted out "What's going on with you and Suzie?" I was taken back a bit by the question, and answered, "Nothing that I know of, everything is fine. How did you know my cell phone number?" She ignored my question and told me she had just come from Suzie's and had heard I wasn't coming the following weekend. Then she calmed down a bit, saying she understood the distance situation, but was just concerned that everything was alright. I assured her it was. Then she said, "Ok, tell Mom, what ARE you planning for this weekend?" I detected a very different tone in her voice, and I replied, "Nothing in particular, maybe catch up on some laundry, mow the lawn. Why, what's up?" After a pause, she said "Well---after our last conversation, ummm, I was kind of looking forward to talking to you again, in person that is". She continued, "So after I talked to Suzie, I began to think. Perhaps you and I could meet somewhere, you know---there are a lot of things I would like to talk to you about---you know, need to talk about." As she spoke my dick was getting hard. I stammered, "Well, ok, I guess, what did you have in mind?" She had an answer ready. "There is a nice hotel about 150 miles from here and about 100 from you; I found it on the internet. They have a nice restaurant and lounge for gathering and talking. I figured you were sick of traveling so it would be best if it were closer to you than me." She continued, "I have everything worked out and it's my treat, so don't concern yourself with that. Everyone thinks I'll be traveling to visit my sister. Could you meet me there tomorrow night about seven-ish?" I agreed to meet her. I gave her my email address so she could send the hotel location info to me. She thanked me and quickly said goodbye. Later that evening Suzie called, like she usually does. After our usual banter she mentioned her mother had stopped by that morning to visit. She said her mother had had her hair styled and colored, removing the gray. Suzie said, "I told mom she looked like House Speaker Nancy Pelosi's twin sister, and mom says, nonsense, that woman is several years older than me! Isn't that a hoot?" The following Friday evening I was traveling down the freeway towards our rendezvous. My cell phone rang, it was Suzie's mother. "Hi there big boy, I arrived here a little early, so I'll wait for you in the lounge, is that alright?" I figured I was still about a half hour away, so I said "Sure, that will be fine, I'll meet you there." I could hear the hustle and bustle of the bar noise in the background. Then she said, "Hey I have a fun idea. I'm sitting up at the bar drinking a Margarita. It isn't very crowded. When you come in, let's pretend we don't know each other and you hit on me, how about it?" I had to chuckle a bit. She said, "You won't be embarrassed to be seen talking to a woman my age, or will you?" I said "Heck no, don't worry about it. I'll be glad to hit on you---I look forward to it." This was clearly a woman outside of her element. She said, "Do you know, a man came over and asked if he could buy me a drink a little while ago, he tried to sit down but I told him no thank you, and that I was saving that seat for someone." I had to laugh. What a lady she was. I said "Mom, just so you know, there's probably not a man in there that would pass up a chance for a night with you." She giggled and said, "How sweet of you to say, but I seriously doubt that! But you drive safe and I'll see you soon, bye bye." We both saw each other when I walked in but she turned away, not wanting to acknowledge she knew me. I walked over to the barstool next to her and said, "Excuse me Miss, is this seat taken?" She turned, looked me up and down and said, "No sir, be my guest---and it's Mrs." I looked at the bartender and said, "Bring me a Bud and bring this fine lady another of whatever she's drinking." She smiled and blushed and said "Thank you kind Sir." and she giggled like a schoolgirl. She was more dressed up than usual. She was wearing a thin white silk blouse, the kind you can see the straps of her slip through. Her knee length skirt was drawn tight around her round hips with a zipper up the side and a slit up one leg that exposed a shapely leg in nylons. I wondered if she was wearing a garter belt. Her polished shoes were medium height high heels. I was dressed like a bum by comparison, wearing my best jeans, a collared long sleeve shirt and my steel toed motorcycle boots. Well, at least they were clean and not wrinkled! After a few minutes of idle chatter, I suggested we move over to the half round booth in the corner. There was a piano man playing and a few couples were slowly dancing over on the dance floor. I ordered us both another drink and she said, "Sir, I believe you are trying to get me tipsy" and she laughed. I said "No, I'm just trying to loosen your inhibitions a bit." She replied, half seriously, "You know, I'm not sure if I have any of those anymore," then laughed again. I reached down and put my hand on her thigh. She smiled and said "Oh my, aren't you the devil!" I slid my hand along the top of her skirt up her leg, hmmm, no garter belt, then on up near her crotch. She wasn't wearing any panties. She sensed what I was thinking and said, "Panty lines are so unsightly in this skirt." She reached down and squeezed the bulge in my crotch. She was in very high spirits and in a playful mood. Grinning, she said, "I see you are still carrying that roll of quarters in your pocket!" Suddenly she jerked her hand back and hissed through her clenched smile, "Oh my god, that woman in the black dress dancing over there was staring at us, and she said something to her partner and he smiled and looked over here!" I said, "Oh don't worry about it, they are probably just jealous. Besides, she doesn't seem to be very self conscious about him rubbing her ass through that black dress." She looked back over to them and said, "You're right, why they are being downright scandalous." She laughed as she reached back over and squeezed my thigh. She reached into her purse and pulled out a room key card. She handed it to me and asked if I wanted to check out our accommodations. We both got up and walked to the elevator to the third floor. On the way up, I reached over and rubbed both of her breasts through her silky blouse as she stood at attention, arching her back. She closed her eyes and moaned. When I stopped her nipples were protruding like two bullets. We walked into our room and she asked, "Is this ok? There's a balcony and a Jacuzzi tub, but just one king sized bed, I hope you don't mind." Then she added, "Not much of a view, just the other hotel across the parking lot and the freeway." Walking over to the sliding glass door, I slid it open and went out on the balcony. The hotel across the parking lot was part of the U shaped building we were in with the same four stories and rooms with balconies. Across the way you could see a scattering of movement in the rooms. It was just getting dark, so some had their lights on, others not. Some drapes were open, but most were closed. Here and there a person or couple was sitting out on their balconies on one of the two plastic-type lawn chairs each balcony had. The people were far enough away that you couldn't distinguish who they were if you knew them. She came and stood beside me. I put my arm behind her holding her round ass in my hand. She said, "Did you know, I think I have at least fifty erogenous zones just on my ass alone." I moved my hand around her ass, occasionally patting her. She had both hands on the cast iron railing and pushed back towards my hand, enjoying the attention. Almost straight across from us, a younger couple walked out onto their balcony. They looked like they had just returned from the pool, both having long white towels around their waists, the man shirtless, the woman wearing an orange bikini top. I waved to them. The man was apparently not looking, but the woman waved back. She then said something to him and pointed over to us, and he waved. We both waved back. Suzie's mom said, "You ARE shameless. Do you hit on every woman you see?" and she laughed. I said "No, just being neighborly." My hand was rubbing and squeezing her ass cheeks as we talked. She then said, "Let's talk again, like we did before. Tell stories. I really liked it and you are the only person I've ever bared my soul to." I said, "Oh you bared more than your soul", and we laughed. "Ok, I deserved that one" she giggled. "Seriously", she said, "what is the earliest sexual fantasy you can recall having. When did you first masturbate? Tell me what really turns you on the most now." I said "alright, but I charge by the hour for these therapy sessions." She replied, "We'll work something out, I'm sure of that!" I began, "Well, I must have masturbated in kindergarten, because I seem to recall imagining my teacher in a kind of Miss America Pageant, walking down the runway, but her and the other contestants were nude, nothing on but their birthday suits." Mom thought this was hilarious. She said, "No kidding, you must have been no more than five or six years old, that is interesting. Your fantasy was seeing your teacher naked." She asked, "And what is your favorite fantasy now? You know, like when you masturbate?" I said, "Time out! You take a turn since you are one who wants to talk about it, what was your earliest sexual fantasy and when did you first masturbate?" I could tell she enjoyed talking even more than listening. She said, "I was in the third grade, I began masturbating while imagining I'm in a classroom at school. All the attractive male teachers gather in a room and make me stand on the front desk and take off my clothes, and then they all come up and rub my butt and between my legs." "Pretty kinky." Then I asked, "And nowadays, what is the most erotic, naughty, wild, unspeakable fantasy you imagine in your secret world while you masturbate?" Her eyes widened and she said "Boy, you go right for the jugular!" After considering a moment she said, "Lately, it involves some type of big orgy, usually in our living room. I always walk in on it and am properly shocked and appalled. I know most of the people, YOU, my three daughters, and their husbands and ex husbands, neighbors, and even our minister! You all carry on as if I'm not there." I interrupted, "You are SUCH a naughty girl!" She continued, "Oh yes, then this big naked man, whose face I can never quite make out, and who has a HUGE cock comes over and rips my clothes off and has his way with me while everyone watches." She stopped, looking at me like she was too embarrassed to tell me the rest. I said, "So go ahead, then what happens." She sheepishly continued, "Then, he takes me around and makes me watch the others, to humiliate me. When each of the other men reaches orgasm, he pulls out of the woman and makes me suck them dry. I'm not allowed to spill a drop. That's about the point at which I climax" "Wow that IS pretty intense." I said. "Thanks for sharing." I continued rubbing her ass and asked. "I bet it excites you talking about it, confessing such naughty thoughts, doesn't it?" She reached over and squeezed my crotch and said, "What do you think? Gawd, of course it does! You are SO easy to talk to. I can hardly believe some of the things I'm saying!" She continued, "Ok, your turn again, describe to me one your favorite current sexual fantasies. You know, one that will get you off when you are by yourself and need some help. Be honest now---I was." I thought about it for a few minutes. "Ok, I got one. It's an orgy fantasy too. I think those must be sort of common for people to have, don't you think? Anyway, a lot of people have gathered for this orgy, usually in a familiar house. Suzie, my ex wife, the last several women I've been in relationships with, they are all there. Of course, lately YOU are always there. Lots of unfamiliar guys and sexy woman are there as well." She interrupted, "By the way, if you ever have one of those, you had better invite me!" We laughed, and then I continued, "Anyway, everyone is naked, standing and talking or walking around and socializing. I particularly get off on the sight of some of the more prudish or shy gals I've known enjoying themselves and flaunting their nude bodies." "Eventually everyone has sex and watches the others have sex. The women I know usually end up in a threesome, getting it from two men, or a man and a woman at the same time. One of the unfamiliar women is usually taking care of me while I observe. I usually cum about the time I see Suzie and my ex wife doing each other." She was looking at me and smiling. "You are generous to the women you've known. You like to see them pleasured without jealousy." She continued, "Our fantasies are similar, but I noticed a difference right away. In mine, I'm being watched. I feel those eyes on me. The familiar people watching me doing such naughty sexual acts are the stimulus." "Yours sound like the reverse. You enjoy watching the women you are familiar with throwing their uptight inhibitions out the window and getting down and dirty with two people at the same time, even with each other. I guess that makes you the watcher and me the exhibitionist. Not a bad combination." She continued, "I sometimes enjoy the threesome fantasy---a man and a woman at the same time. I've masturbated to that from time to time. I understand having sex with another woman is a pretty common fantasy among women. Obviously it's an experience I've never had, but I am curious." She said, "I recall when I was in high school, way back in the late 1950's. We girls on the track team would shower together after practice. I'll never forget all the looking, giggling and ass slapping that went on. I believe most women appreciate the sight of another women's naked body." This got me to thinking. I said, "Let's see if we can arrange something like that. Maybe we'll encounter a good candidate down in the lounge sometime this weekend. If not, who knows? You can never predict when opportunity might come a knockin." She looked at me over the top of her Librarian glasses as she pondered the notion. Then she said, "Let's just say I wouldn't be totally opposed to the idea at the outset. I would only hope the woman or girl has expressed as much interest in me as she has in you. I would hate to be left out." I laughed and replied, "I'll make sure you are the center of attention." It was dark now as we stood on the balcony. I pointed across the way and said, "Look, some of those rooms with their lights on and drapes open. I can see all the way through those rooms to the front door. I can almost make out what's on the television." She scanned the rooms for a moment, then said, "Who knows, maybe we'll get lucky and see a show? I smiled but didn't answer. She followed me into our darkened room. I turned, took her by the arms and pulled her roughly to me and French kissed, her tongue shooting wildly around my mouth, ravenous. She pushed her hips against me and her hand shot down and began fumbling for my zipper. I unbuttoned her two top blouse buttons and slid one hand in, gently squeezing her pointy nipple. She gasped! I swear this woman could have an orgasm while fully dressed. She had my pants undone and thrust her hand down, squeezing my cock as she whimpered like a dog in heat. She stood on her tiptoes and whispered in my ear, "Momma's gonna suck that cock! I'm gonna suck that cock all weekend! Oh baby, give it to me!" She was so aroused, but seemed flustered that we still stood there groping each other with our clothes on. I whispered loudly in her ear "You are gonna cum this weekend momma! We are going to find out just how many times you can!" She moaned, "oh yes, yes!" I added, "And you are going to be walking bowlegged for a week!" At that she laughed and said, "You say the sweetest things. It will be exquisite pain." I took a step back and pulled her hand away from my cock. She had a crushed look on her face and said "What is it, what's the matter baby?" "Nothing, just hold that thought." I walked over to the glass door and looked out. It was completely dark outside. The parking lot below was dimly lit, probably so the guests could sleep without the annoying illumination. Most of the room occupants had closed their shades. It was too dark to make out much, but from across the way, where we had seen the younger couple, I thought I saw the faint glow of a cigarette, then a second. Perhaps they were sitting out there enjoying a cigarette after having sex? Mom came over and looked out also. "Window peeping! Aren't we naughty! See anything interesting?" she asked. "No, not really" I answered. Then she said, "I bet if we sat out here long enough we would catch a skin show or two, ya think? I walked back into the room and said, "Yes, maybe we'll sit out there later while we recuperate from round one." She sauntered towards me and said, "Maybe after round TWO!" We both stood in the center of the room at the foot of the bed. I walked over to the two 3-way wall lamps at the head of the bed and gave each three clicks to the brightest setting. Going back to her, I put both of my hands on her hips. She began to say something, and then stopped, catching her bottom lip with her teeth. I felt her begin to sway back and forth as if to some unheard sexual rhythm. I turned her by the hips until her profile was towards the sliding glass door. Mother-in-Law Mrs. Pelosi Ch. 02 I unbuttoned her blouse, and then removed it from her shoulders. She looked intently into my eyes. I unzipped the side zipper on her tight skirt and pulled it to the floor. Her breathing seemed to coming quicker and shallower. Taking the hem of her slip I began to lift it up Just before her pantyless bottom was exposed, she stopped both of my hands. She froze like a statue, shivering: not from a chill, but pure excitement. She looked deeply into my eyes, and then asked, "Are they watching?" She had an involuntary shudder. "Yes, I think so." I answered. Only her eyes looked towards the door, her head not turning at all. After a few moments I asked her, "Should I close the drapes?" She got a sad look on her face as she stood there, seeming to ponder the idea for at least a full minute. Then she answered, "Yes---but" followed by another long pause. "If you close them, I'm afraid I would never be able to forgive you." And a sly, sexy little smile spread across her lips. I slowly pulled her slip up over her head, and then undid her bra and her tits bounced out. She breathed heavily as I ran my hands over her body. I stepped aside and turned her towards me so her back was to the door. I said, "Oh momma, they are going to want to see that ass of yours." She had a worried look on her face and asked, "Do you think it's possible to have an orgasm just from being aroused? I feel very close right now." She stood there with her back arched and her hands to her sides while I leaned down and began sucking her nipples. She threw her head back, and then whispered, "Are they going to watch me suck your cock?" I answered, "Yes". At that she began trembling all over and let out a moan. She looked stunning wearing only those nylons that came to the tops of her thighs and the heels. I began to run my tongue down her belly towards her pussy. As I knelt down, she parted her legs a little further apart. Her hands went to her breasts and massaged them. She tweaked her nipples with her fingers My tongue reached her clit and she began to rock back and forth, saying, "Oh god, oh god, I'm cumming, I'm cumming already baby!" On and on it went. I've never seen anything like it. Then she stepped away and said "Your turn baby, get those pants off, gimmee that big cock, give momma that big cock!" I said. "Not so fast. Have you been a good girl?" She scrunched up her face up and saddened her lips. She whimpered, "No daddy, momma's been a naughty girl, a very naughty girl." I told her to bend over and put her hands on the foot of the bed. She slowly turned around and complied. I looked down at her round sexy ass. She looked towards the open curtains then back to me. "No daddy, don't pank me!" She cried in her little girl voice. "Then tell daddy you're sorry you've been a bad girl." I scolded. After a few moments hesitation, she blurted out, "No! I won't! I'm a naughty girl and I'm NOT sorry". I could tell she was really enjoying this little role-playing twist. I reached down between her legs and wet my fingers on her sopping wet pussy. I slapped her ass cheeks, first one then the other, both times she flinched. The next slaps were harder, once on each cheek again. She whined "Ouchy, ouchy daddy that hurts!" I saw her cheeks were getting a little pink. Are you ready to tell daddy you're sorry?" I asked. She didn't answer right away. Her hips were moving like she was fucking some invisible cock. She looked towards the open curtains and I could see real tears in her eyes. "No daddy, I'm not sorry", she whimpered. "Fuck me daddy! Fuck me with that big cock! I reached between her legs again to wet my fingers. I touched her tight little asshole with my finger tip, tracing little circles around the rim. She flinched, and then arched her back, slowly shoving her asshole towards my finger. As my index finger slid into her asshole, she let out a long moan, then started gasping, "Oh... oh... oh... oh my... oh my...oh my..." While she was enjoying her ass finger fuck, I removed my remaining clothes with the aid of my free hand. I said, "If you tell daddy you're sorry, I'll fuck you with my cock!" She blurted out, "Oh daddy I'm sorry, fuck me, fuck me!" I removed my finger, and then stuffed my throbbing cock into her wet pussy. Holding her hips with both hands, my stomach was slapping her ass while my balls were slapping her clit. I didn't want to cum just yet so I slowed the pace a little. She had a dreamy smile on her face as she looked back at me, then to the open sliding glass door not five feet away. Suddenly she froze. She gasped, "Oh my god, did you see that?" As she spoke I felt a new gush of hot wetness around my cock from her pussy. I looked out the door into the darkness but didn't see anything. "There IS someone over there." She said. "I just saw someone light a match or a lighter. It lit up their face a little, I'm not sure, but I think it was the girl!" She pulled away and sat down on the end of the bed, being careful not to turn her head towards the open door. True to her woman's vanity, I could tell she was sitting up straight and holding her chest out a bit. My gaze fell to her tits. I still found it amazing that a 63 year old woman had such firm pointed torpedoes. She asked, "Do you think they are both watching us, really? I mean, it was one thing thinking and hoping they were. Now I know." I answered, "Well Mom, if one of them is watching they both are, I would bet money on that." She sat for a minute looking straight ahead in deep thought. In that little girls voice she asked, "Is momma still your fuck-toy baby? You want the peoples to watch your fuck-toy suck your big cock?" I stood up and turn to face her. "Yes", I said, "show the peoples what a good cocksucker my fuck-toy is!" She knelt down on the carpeted floor, opened her mouth wide, stuck out her tongue and said in a low voice, "C'mon, fuck mommas mouth baby, fuck my mouth!" As I thrust my hips forward she took it full down the throat, stopping just short of her nose hitting my abdomen. She ran her one hand up under my balls and shoved her finger up MY asshole! As I pumped her mouth I saw a long stream of precum and saliva hanging suspended from her chin. She moaned as though I was fucking her pussy. I picked her up off the floor and laid her on the bed so her head hung just off the foot. I mounted her, my cock in her mouth, my mouth buried in her pussy. I could tell she started cumming again from her gagged screams and bucking hips. When I began to cum I said, "Here it comes momma," She grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled my cock even further down her throat. Once, twice, three times I felt myself squirt. I could feel and hear her passionate swallowing." Sometime later that night, we sat outside our now darkened room on our balcony in our bathrobes. I was smoking a cigarette and she was relaxing, enjoying the warm night air. Seemingly out of nowhere, she turned to me and said "So tell me a little about this kinky ex-wife of yours." I explained there wasn't much to tell. We had grown apart and divorced about six years ago. As far as I knew she wasn't kinky at all, but pretty cold and passionless. If she had a sexual fantasy I would certainly be the last to know. In reply to her next question I answered, "What's she look like? Tall, reddish-brown shoulder length hair, thin with small hips. She'd had a boob job though, and those stuck right out there. She's kind of pretty, although her nose is just a bit long for her face. Then I said, "What makes you ask about her?" Mom said, "Well, she's in your masturbation fantasy. Wouldn't you like to know all about her secret sexual desires and escapades? I assure you if she's a woman she has them." I said, "Well, I've see her ad on that matchmaker website. I imagine she's been getting some action." Mom said, "Really? Why don't you show me on the hotel laptop over there on the desk?" I searched and sure enough found her ad soon enough. Mom was just giddy. Why didn't she and my ex become pen pals? TO BE CONTINUED Mother-in-Law Mrs. Pelosi Ch. 03 In some ways, it was a relief to know that Suzie's and my engagement was unofficially off, especially in light of my ongoing secret sexual affair with her mother. Our long-term, long-distance relationship had become primarily just reliable sex. It seemed to end one particular weekend. I had made the trip and we had great reunion sex, as usual. She had been pressing me for details on when I planned on moving to her city. I had all but given up the job search, and in fact, had to tell her I had accepted a promotion where I worked, 250 miles away in my hometown. I had begun to resent the fact that I had to move and she wouldn't consider it. I understood that her 18 year daughter was still a senior in high school, but her son was a freshman away at college. I would have been willing to wait for her daughter to go off to college (which grandma and grandpa would finance), but Suzie would not consider moving at all, ever. Daughters have a way of becoming dependent on rich parents, regardless of their age. After a discussion, which I wouldn't even call an argument, we both just seemed to acknowledge that we were between a rock and a hard place, and then came acceptance. We would continue to see each other when we wanted, but no more pressure. We decided not to tell her family unless it ever became necessary. The odd thing is, we seemed to get along even better after that. A few weekends later, I was once again visiting Suzie's. That Sunday morning we awoke late after having great sex into the wee hours the night before. Suzie was finishing dressing to go to the grocery store and she insisted I just kick back and relax or read the newspaper while she was out. Daughter Sarah was sleeping in late, as usual. Suzie's computer was located in the living room, and often, her or her daughter were on it, typing away while others watched TV. It had always been located there, being the place where a responsible parent could monitor children on the internet. I sat down to check my email, as I often did. Suzie came over and mentioned, "You know, Sarah (her daughter) has been staying up well after I go to bed, chatting on the internet. I sure wish I could eavesdrop without her knowing, just to make sure she's behaving. Is there any way to do that, like to see what sites she goes to?" I told her maybe, but if she was a typical teenager she would hide her tracks. With that, Suzie headed out the door, saying, "Oh, don't worry about it, I guess. It sounds like a lot of bother." It wasn't much bother, and boy, was there ever a History. It was an open book. Nobody had EVER deleted ANYTHING. Each person in the family had their own Desktop. In fact, everyone's passwords were automatically saved for anyone to look at their email, websites, you name it. First I saw porn sites, looked at nearly everyday by someone. Suzie had them saved as favorites as well. Then I looked at what her daughter had been looking at the night before. Amongst other things, I could see that Sarah read her mother's email. Two emails in particular made me somewhat embarrassed. A long time ago, Suzie and I had been on the phone chatting and horny. We took nude photos of ourselves and emailed them to each other. Apparently Sarah had been looking at them last night while we were in bed. Getting nosey, I looked at one of Suzie's recent emails to her best friend Elaine. In it, she mentioned she and I were probably not going to get married, and in fact, she was considering trying to meet another man for a sexual rendezvous, with no attachments or commitments. Surprisingly, this turned me on, and I decided I wouldn't mention anything to her about what I had found. On impulse, I deleted the email that had nude photos of me attached. It was flattering that her 18 year old daughter liked to look at nude photos of me, but you had to worry what someone could do with them. On inspection, I saw that I had at least made sure my whole face wasn't in any of them. It didn't really surprise me to see Suzie looked at porn. She is honest, very sexual, and I think she may have even mentioned it to me once. I don't remember it being important to either of us at the time. I was a little surprised by Sarah, though not too much. I mean, if you leave your diary open on the coffee table, how is someone supposed to not look? Sexual curiosity is normal, in my opinion. Sarah was an intelligent, bookish girl, all A's in school. Prettier than her mother, she had small breasts, and slim hips. She complained to her mother that her butt was too big, which was ridiculous. Sarah was always smiling and good natured. Suzie talked incessantly about her kids during our phone conversations. Apparently Sarah had never had a steady boyfriend. Her best friend was an African American girl from down the street. The only dates she had ever been on had been two fancy dress-up Homecoming dances. Suzie and I had chaperoned the last one. We had taken photos of Sarah and her date, a very young looking senior boy from a "nice" family. Suzie had said, "Oh no, my little girl is getting sexy!" I went outside on the deck with a cup of coffee to have a cigarette. Through the sliding glass doors I noticed Sarah come downstairs and into the kitchen. After fussing around in there, she opened the screen slider and stepped out, saying "Good morning!" She walked over to the railing and stood with her back to me in the sunshine, sipping her orange juice. She said, "Oh, it's going to be a lovely day!" Apparently this very shy girl was getting more comfortable having me around. She was wearing a little nightgown that reached just below her behind. The angle of the sun was making it somewhat transparent and I could clearly see her undies and small breasts beneath. I looked away. It would have been embarrassing if she saw me staring. I wondered if she had always come downstairs dressed like this in the morning? Probably, I guess I just hadn't noticed before. I heard Suzie's car pull in the driveway. Sarah said "Mom's home", and then she dashed back upstairs. Was it my imagination, or did she not want her mother to see her dressed (or undressed) in such a way, alone with me? I consciously blocked any thoughts of young Sarah that had any sexual content. If Sarah had half the sexual drive of her mother or grandma, she would be a handful for anyone, and it sounded like trouble from the word Go. Suzie's nightly phone calls were also becoming increasingly sexual in content. I admit it was fun and exciting having open and honest discussions about past sexual encounters, fantasies, possible future scenarios. Suzie always qualified her fantasy revelations into things she would like to really do, as compared to things that turn her on but she probably wouldn't do. The more she talked, the more these later things became things she "might" do. A few examples: Doing it on the hood of a car while others looked on through restaurant windows; doing it on her deck while her "stuck up" backyard neighbors discreetly watched out their window; hiring a clean, high class, expensive female hooker to have sex with her while I watched, or joined in, with her only (YES!). She had an orgasm while we talked on the phone one night about me taking her to a distant town to an amateur night strip club and letting her strip and give lap dances to the men and women. This conversation led to one where I dressed her as a hooker and pimped her out to have sex with strange, good looking men. She giggled as she imagined what she would wear. She liked to fantasize about orgies. But was pretty sure she wouldn't dare go through with it. She sounded like a spitting image of her mother, sexually speaking. I occasionally half joked I was saving to get that hooker for her birthday. I wasn't surprised when she reminded me from time to time afterwards, that her birthday was coming up, like it was our little inside joke. I knew she couldn't get the idea out of her mind. A couple of weeks had gone by since my last visit to Suzie's. I had scheduled a three day weekend due to Suzie's mother insisting we meet Sunday night at a sleazy motel on the outskirts of town. She needed to "talk to me again". When I arrived Friday evening, I could tell Suzie was chomping at the bit to get upstairs behind closed doors. Suzie had hoped Sarah would be at her father's for the weekend, but Sarah had not wanted to go and Suzie hadn't pushed it. After a couple of hours, Suzie went through the routine of feigning exhaustion and slowly rose from the couch to retire for the night. I doubt Sarah was buying it. In fact, Sarah was paying little attention, chatting away on the computer with her friends while watching TV at the same time, as only a teenager can do. Once in her bedroom with the door shut, Suzie became a possessed nympho. She always left a little light on, but this time she didn't bother to methodically shut the window blinds to her backyard (neighbors) as she normally did. I noticed, but didn't mention it, doubting anyone could have seen in those high windows anyway. She was multi-orgasmic and wasted no time lifting her knees to her shoulders so she could be "fucked hard". She wanted dirty talk. She wanted cum in the mouth. I couldn't help to be concerned she was being too loud during her orgasms. She was usually so concerned about keeping quiet. I doubt the fan she had going in the window was doing the expected job of drowning out the sounds completely. As we lay back exhausted and overheated from round one, Suzie wanted to chat, as usual. She confided that she was becoming preoccupied with sexual thoughts, especially since we began our intimate, revealing phone conversations about sexual fantasies. She said "Lately, I find myself masturbating once or twice a day, just to release the tension so I can concentrate on other things. Do you think something's wrong with me?" I replied, "No, of course not. It is all normal and perfectly natural. You are a sexual person; you get enjoyment from it, which is good. It doesn't harm anyone" She continued, "Well thank you. I've always had fantasies, but the idea on acting on them has driven me to distraction. Just let me know if you ever think I'm getting a little too way out there, ok? I think I'll just leave it up to you and enjoy whatever ride you take me on." I said, "I've always believed, if you love someone, set them free, like in the song. I've lived too long, seen too much to get insecure or jealous." Her eyes got wide as she smiled and said, "Oh reeeeally? So you are setting me free? I'm guessing, so long as I what, tell you about it, or ask your permission, or at least do it in your company?" I winked and said, "Yes, all the above." Afterwards, we both nearly passed out from the exhaustion of all the excitement. It must have been about an hour later when I awoke. Suzie was wearing her normal sleep attire, a long men's T-shirt, no bra or panties. She was sleeping soundly, lying on her side facing me, her gorgeous bare ass exposed. I had fallen asleep sitting up with two pillows behind my back against the headboard, naked, the covers pushed down by my feet. The room was dimly illuminated by a small nightlight plugged into the wall outlet near the bed. I looked down past my feet to the door to the hallway. Surprisingly, it was cracked open about six inches. Sarah's room was directly across the hall. I could see her door was partially open too and I could see the red glow from her clock radio on her nightstand. It made me wonder if we had been spied on, but I pulled the covers up over my waist and tried to go back to sleep. My eyes caught a silent movement. The red glow had disappeared for a moment then reappeared. Someone had passed in front of it, and then I faintly heard the sound of Sarah slipping into bed. Instead of being embarrassed, this felt strangely erotic. That Sunday night I met Suzie's mom at the cheap motel beside the freeway. Boy, she was a cheap date, always arriving first and paying for the room in cash. Like her daughter, she wanted to talk too. I was beginning to understand that fantasy talk and sexual exploration was a big turn on for intelligent, middle aged and older women, especially when they've repressed a lot of their sexual energy for many years, and particularly those who read books and had a good vocabulary. They have active imaginations. Mom, (as she insisted I called her), was dressed in a black one piece Teddy when I met her at her room door. I had to do a double take, because Suzie sometimes wore one that looked almost just like it. As she invited me in, I noticed her eyes scan the parking lot to see if anyone observed. The naughty factor was a huge turn on for her. As she sat down on the side of the bed, she asked, "So, did Suzie wear you out, or did you save some of it for Mom?" We laughed and then she opened her purse and handed me a prescription bottle. "Here, I got you a little present." It was Viagra. She said, "I ordered it online, it's for you, just in case you ever find yourself too taxed, know what I mean?" I laughed and said, "Well I don't feel too taxed right now, but I appreciate it, because you never know. I'll take one right now; I've always wondered how these might affect me." She said, "Good, while we wait to see, we can have our little talk. You know it's like foreplay for me." Looking at her tits bulging over the top of her tight teddy, I already had a raging hard on, but I was still curious. Mom said, "Remember me saying I should become pen pals with your ex-wife to get the inside skinny? Well, I did, and we've been chatting online several times a week. I couldn't wait to fill you in." Yes, I remembered Mom talking about this and answering Ginger's (my ex) personal ad on that Matchmaker website. I had some trepidation, but also had a rather voyeuristic curiosity what about what Mom might find out about her. Ginger was intelligent and middle aged, but if she had any imagination regarding sex I was completely unaware. Mom continued, "That woman is ready to be laid! We've been chatting about our sexual fantasies. Threesomes, foursomes, orgies, swinging, sex clubs, strip clubs, you name it. "Wow", I said, "I guess you have been busy". I suddenly had a mental image of a threesome with Ginger, but with Suzie instead of Mom. Mom said, "Wait, here's the best part; after telling me about her past sexual life, including you, she gave me YOUR email address and chat username!" She thinks we might hit it off. Isn't that a hoot? Obviously, I would never let on that we already knew each other, especially knew as in the biblical sense." She laughed. She continued, "Did you know she used to chat with you online, under an anonymous name? I think she said it was Ready4U something something. I've been chatting with her under her username Redheadnurse6969. I said, "Good Lord, that doesn't sound like the ex I knew. "Yes", Mom continued, "She said you and she had some intimate online talks, but then you disappeared, probably about the time you met Suzie. At that time, she just wanted a booty call with her ex, which is pretty common for women. She had too much pride, or was too embarrassed to just come out and tell you." I smiled and told Mom, "When I get home tomorrow, I'll check the log file on my computer and see if I saved the conversations. The name does sound familiar." "Good boy, I'm sure you'll be glad you did. Now let's get that cock out of those jeans before it breaks." She said. I stood up and Mom unzipped my pants. As she pulled my shorts down, my cock sprang straight out, like an iron rod. Sitting on the bed, she took it in her mouth. Between slurping and sucking Mom said, "Talk dirty, tell me the nasty!" I said, "Momma gonna be a little fuck toy? Gonna lick Ginger's clit while she sucks my cock? Gonna strip for me and Ginger and wear a big strap-on dildo? " Mom hummed in the affirmative, "Umm hmm, umm hmm. Gawd yes!" She answered, drool hanging from the corner of her mouth. Ripping off her teddy, I shoved her face down onto the bed. I gave both of her ass cheeks a hard slap that made her flinch, then rammed my cock deep into her pussy. One of her hands was betwen her legs fingering her clit while also feeling my cock as it slid in and out of her. We were both approaching climax fast. I said, "Ginger's going to squat over your face while I lick your clit. Fuck her pussy with your tongue!" Staring at an imaginary Ginger, Mom extended her tongue and licked at the air, then whimpering and crying, began cumming, again and again, saying "I'm cumming, don't stop, don't stop!" When she subsided, I pulled out and grasped my cock, pumping it, I said, "Here Ginger, I have something for you." Mom squealed as she lunged with her mouth toward my throbbing cock, put a lip lock on it, and gulped as my load shot down her throat. As we lay back on the pillows, I made a mental note to check my computer history log to see if I could find the conversations with Ready4Usomething or other. I'm sure I would see them in a new light, now knowing the source... I found Ready4U in the chat log. It seems we had chatted about 5 times. The discussions had started out pretty generic, but I noticed she had escalated it into frank sexual banter midway through our first encounter. The discussion was about our most erotic past sexual experiences. According to her, she and her ex (me) had been to Las Vegas, had met this English couple, partied, and she had a little too much to drink. The evening ended in the two couples swapping partners in a hotel room. She went on to explicitly describe the feeling of getting naked in front of the group, watching her husband with the other woman while he watched her with the man, the two women putting on a little show for the men, etc. This was all very interesting. I actually remembered the Vegas trip and meeting the other couple, although they were from Canada, not England. The rest of the story she had made up, we hadn't swapped partners or had sex. Perhaps she was describing her fantasy of what she wished had happened? I recalled now that I never met Ready4U because I hadn't seen her photo. I had been doing this online thing long enough to know not to meet anyone unless I had seen their photo and talked on the phone. In our last chat she had wanted to meet at a Rest Area along the freeway just outside of town. She wanted to do it on a picnic table just out of sight of the travelers coming and going. She still claimed she had no photo to send, but was going to buy a webcam soon. The meeting place made me think she was probably a gay man, so I decided not to talk to her anymore. The last two entries on the chat log were her typing "Hello, are you home?" These went unanswered. I decided to initiate contact. I double clicked on her name and typed "Hi, did you ever get that webcam?" No answer. Later that night I heard the chime from my computer indicating someone was chatting to me. Sitting down at the computer, I saw it was my ex wife Ginger, under her assumed name. She answered "Yes, you still there?" After much discussion and assurances I had no way to record it, she agreed to switch on her webcam, although she still didn't dare to show her face. After all, she was a mother with grown children!" Suddenly there she was, from the neck down, in black and white. It must have been a cheap webcam. She was wearing a loose fitting granny type nightgown, strategically unbuttoned so her show her prominent cleavage, of which she was obviously proud. She had had a boob job while we were married and they stuck right out there. As we chatted she would occasionally reach her hand up and push the nightgown further off her shoulders, each time giving more of a view of her cleavage.