17 comments/ 241899 views/ 115 favorites My Mother-In-Law's New Nightie By: Gentle49 The people in this story are real, although the names have been changed. The main events with my mother are just dreams, wonderful dreams. I was married young. I was a month short of 21 years old and my wife was 19. We had been engaged for some months but both our parents asked us to wait to finish college and get a secure job before getting married. However, our doctor changed all that because he made a very bad diagnosis and said that Margaret, my fiancé, was pregnant. That came as one heck of a shock as her periods had been regular, but he told us that it was still possible to be pregnant and we, being young and innocent, believed him and so, after telling our parents, it was decided that we should marry as soon as possible and the wedding was arranged from start to finish in one month. We had a small church wedding at the end of February and, gosh, it was a cold day! Two days before the wedding Margaret went to hospital to have a check and they said that she wasn't pregnant but she had a massive ovarian cyst and it was arranged for her to go to have it taken out the day after our wedding. I'll not go into the details of what happened as it's not a part of this story. Suffice it to say that we still got married because we had wanted to, and the thought of starting our married life earlier filled us with joy and both sets of parents were over the moon when we told them that she wasn't pregnant but they, like us, were still very happy that we were going to get married, particularly without the worry of a baby to cope with as well. We then settled down to a very good married life and we both got jobs and life was good. Margaret's mother was a wonderful woman who I liked from the start and I know she liked me, in several ways. Let me explain. Not long after Margaret and I had met she wanted me to meet her parents, so I drove up to the north of England to meet them both and we hit it off well from the start, particularly with her mother Noreen who, Margaret told me later that evening when we were alone together, said that she thought I was "rather dishy!" As I've already said, I liked her too. There are some people who are instantly likeable and she was one of them. How to describe her though? She was the same height as my wife, about five foot four tall, but built for comfort, certainly not speed. My wife was slim and had small but delightfully pert breasts and an exquisite round bum. Her mother Noreen, on the other hand, wasn't so much fat as curvaceous and very cuddly looking. She wasn't incredibly pretty but had a lovely warm face with eyes that spoke. She had a high neck dress on (I later found out that she never ever wore any kind of trousers, always skirts or dresses) but her breasts were gorgeously round and full and I knew that it wasn't just the bra doing that, it was also natural. What's more she had a round bum to match the fullness of her body. It was incredibly touchable and desirable. The parents were of mining stock, very down to earth but honest and good. Cheese was either red or white and the only wine known in the family was Blue Nun. All very different from my family where, because of my father's job, we often dined with gentry. I was given the son's room to sleep in (very strict upbringing in the family, particularly with the ideals of Alan, the prospective father) but, as it was just next to Margaret's bedroom, I crept in when every one was asleep and left early in the morning to go back to my room. That soon changed though because we both slept in one morning and were woken by the door opening and her mother coming in. This was one of the reasons that I went back to bed early every day because her mother always came in with a cup of coffee to wake us up. We both feigned sleep and heard a light "oh!" from the door as Noreen surveyed the situation and then quietly left and shut the door. Margaret and I looked at each other and smiled with worried smiles because we hadn't a clue as to what would happen next. After just a few minutes there was a tap on the door and Noreen came in with two cups of coffee and said that, whilst she could accept us being together, there was no way that her husband would accept us sleeping together before getting married. So, after that, the three of us lived under the knowledge and acceptance of what was going on and her husband just continued thinking that I slept separately and all was good. Then came the wedding and we were married the next time that we went back to her parents house and, this time, we could openly sleep together all the time. The first morning that we were in bed Noreen (whom I now called Mum at her insistence) came in with the usual cups of coffee. Alan had already gone to work but, this time, she had an ankle length blue and white quilted dressing gown on buttoned up to the neck and that was the first time I had ever seen her not dressed in day clothes. I'd still not seen her in a swimming costume either but that would come later. She stayed and chatted for a few minutes and then left us to our devices and we all got up. This practice of coffee and dressing gown continued for quite some time when we went to stay with them. However things changed after a few months. Quite often, when I was sitting downstairs reading, Mum would come up behind me to ask a question and she always pressed her lovely breasts against me. She didn't do it gently but deliberately so that I really felt the full softness of her flesh (always in bras though) pushing against me. Nothing was said but it was an opening of the door. Another time we were in the lounge and I was sitting on a pouffe in front of the sofa and Mum sat down on the sofa and just let her legs open a little bit. I had often wondered if she always wore stockings and this time I saw that she did. Her legs were open just a little bit and I saw up, past the stocking tops and the white suspenders, to some light violet covered panties that were like fine lace and see through enough to see her black pubic triangle. It didn't last long and I don't think she did it intentionally but it was a lovely vision, her lovely full legs, the stocking tops, the bulge of her sex pushing against the panties and the dark triangle through the fabric. One summer we were there for our holidays and there was the usual morning knock on the door and Mum came in with our coffees but, this time, she wasn't wearing a dressing gown. Instead she had on a very pale yellow nightie of two layers of fabric. The shoulder straps were wide but the neck of the nightie was low enough that I could just see the start of her cleavage and, what was even nicer, the fabric was just see through enough that her breasts were enticingly visible and I could see the shape of them and the dark mark of her small nipples. I was right in my thoughts of the shape of her breasts though right from the beginning. Even though they were a good size they were full and round with very little sag and I'm afraid I already started having visions of seeing them in all their glory. Her nipples were small and, just now, not a sign of being hard, but I could see them, even if only just. Also, as my gaze travelled down her body, I saw the dark triangle of pubic hair leading down between her legs. What a gorgeous way to be woken up. This then became the norm and the dressing gown was never seen again when she came in with our coffee, although it was always worn anywhere else in the house. She had two other nighties the same make but different colours, one pale blue and one pale pink, but all just as see through as the others and that's all she wore every morning when waking us up. I had a tendency to drink at this point in my life, not a lot, but I got drunk fairly easily when I did. I was an amenable drunk and would just suddenly have to go up to bed and fall asleep. One night with thes I got in this state and so went up to bed but didn't get undressed, I do remember that bit, but lay down on the bed and fell asleep. Margaret put me to bed when she came up later and she said that my trousers were undone and open and that I'd pulled my underwear down but that was all. She was a bit surprised because she said that her mother had come up to check on me after I'd gone to bed just to make sure that I was alright. I presume she thought that her mother had seen me in my slightly undressed state. Now I know with absolute certainty that I did not get half undressed before falling asleep and so I knew, there and then, that her mother had pulled my trousers down when I was fast asleep and had had a look at my cock. I have to say that, when soft, my cock isn't at all impressive but, when hard, it grows to a good six inches plus and is quite fat. My wife was very happy with it when it filled her up when we made love which was normally about three times a week. Apart from feeling Mum's breasts pushing against me from time to time, seeing up her skirt just the once and having the pleasure of seeing her nude body every morning under her nighties and her having a peek at my cock when I was drunk, nothing else happened. There were no suggestions on either side, no innuendoes and life was as it should be. Life with Margaret was good and we enjoyed sex. She loved me eating her out but, having tried fellatio once, she refused to do it again and spat it out the one time that I did come in her mouth. We also tried anal sex, me because I wanted to and she because she wanted to please me, but she didn't really want to and, after I'd come inside her, she said that she didn't want to do it again and she didn't even like me playing with her little rosebud between her gorgeous buttocks. About nine years after we were married, when I was 29 and Mum was 52, and a very good 52 at that having stayed the same size through all those years, my work took me down very close to thes and so it was only natural that I go and stay with them for ten days. Margaret had to stay home and work, so I would go down on my own. My work was evening work, so I'd have most of the days free, getting home at about eleven each evening. The first night I arrived at eleven having driven down from our house straight to my work and then home to the in-laws afterwards. She was there to greet me which was nice. Alan was already in bed as he left for work each morning at eight. She was wearing a nice blue dress that she often wore with buttons all the way down the front and I had remarked before that she looked nice in it. The dress itself revealed nothing at all as it was fairly tight round the neck with sleeves down to the elbows and the dress itself went down just below the knees, but it was nice and showed off her figure nicely. I liked that she was wearing it and said that she looked good and she smiled and said thank you to me. She gave me a light peck on the lips to say hello and we had a coffee and chat in the kitchen for a while before going to bed. I asked if I could have a shower as it'd been a long day and she said of course I could. We said our goodnights, I cleaned myself and then went to bed and was almost instantly asleep. The next morning I heard the knock on my door at about half eight and Mum came in as usual, but not as usual. Gone was the usual double layered nightie and in its place was a short black nightie that was just so out of character, or so I thought, that I couldn't say anything apart from "Gosh." The nightie was just one layer of very fine cloth down to the knees with a light hem and thin straps over the shoulders. No arms and the cut of the nightie was half way down her breasts and what breasts they were too. For the first time I could see everything because the fabric was so sheer and see through. This was no cheap nightie, it was an expensive item and she looked stunning in it. In that split second of her coming into the room I saw her beautiful breasts in the minutest detail and I saw, for the first time ever, that her nipples were hard and pushing against the fabric. I then glanced down at her pubic bush and the fabric was so thin that I could almost see every single pubic hair and the bulge of the lips of her cunt between her legs. I sensed an explosion of emotions and sexuality in that fraction of a second that was indescribable. I'd always had naughty thoughts about Mum but that was all. I'd never ever thought of anything happening, just usual fantasies that we all have from time to time to spice up life a bit. In response to my "Gosh," Mum quickly said "I'm sorry. Don't you like the nightie? I'll go and change it if you like. I just saw it a while back and liked it and so I wanted to buy it to please me a bit." "No mum," I said. "It's absolutely fabulous and I love it. It's just so totally different to the other nighties that you wear that it's taken me a bit by surprise to put it mildly. Alan must really love you in it because it's so...it's so...incredibly sexy and sensuous." There, I'd said it and all without thinking, without planning. I just opened my mouth and said what I thought which is one of my traits and it can either sometimes get me into trouble or it can sometimes produce results. "No," she said. "He doesn't know that I've bought it. I don't think he'd like it. It's not his sort of thing. He's a bit too conservative for something like this." So, here was my mother in an indescribably sexy nightie that she'd obviously put on after Alan had gone to work. Why had she bought it and why had she put it on? Well, to me, it was obvious. She'd bought it because I was coming down on my own and she'd put it on for me and she wanted me to see her body. "So you bought the nightie for me then, because I was coming down on my own? Am I right?" "Yes," she said. "I know I shouldn't have, particularly when you're married to my daughter. But, when I saw the nightie in the shop, on the model in the window, I knew that you'd like it. I just knew. You do like it don't you?" "Oh Mum, I love it. I can't describe it apart from what I've already said. It's incredibly sexy and so sensual." I wasn't at all afraid to say that again now because she'd just told me that she'd bought the nightie for me and so, whilst the door had been opened a bit before with her pushing her breasts against me, it was now swinging wide open and it was up to us to take the steps to see what happened from now on. "I just thought that it'd spice up my life a bit," she said "because, as much as I love Alan, life really is very conservative with him in many ways and I thought a week with you would cheer me up and I thought this would make things less formal and easier in some ways." So here was Mum saying that life was conservative with Alan and she wanted to liven it up with me. She had opened the door wide open by buying this gorgeous nightie and then having the courage to put it on before coming into my bedroom and so I thought it was now up to me to push further and see if there were going to be any rules, any taboos, any can't do or don't want to do situations. "There's just one little problem with this nightie," I said. "Oh dear," she said with a suddenly very crestfallen look in her eyes and a worry in her voice. "What's that?" "Well, I'm afraid I'm going to find it impossible to stop staring at you and thinking naughty thoughts from now on, particularly with this gorgeous nightie showing everything so sexily." "Gosh, you had me so worried for a second there," she said. "You can look all you want. I like you looking at me. I want you to look at me because it makes me feel good when you say things like that and, besides, I want you to say things like that because Alan never does. I told you he's conservative." There was a slight pause and I didn't say anything else because I felt she wanted to say something more but I didn't know if she had the confidence to say it. "Do you like me breasts?" she asked. "Oh Mum, from the first day I met you I've loved them and I always knew that they were a beautiful shape, even when encased in a bra. I found out that they were beautiful when you started coming into the bedroom in just your nightie at the start. You knew I could see your body then didn't you, even if it was only a little bit. You did didn't you, and you wanted me to?" "Yes," she said. "I wanted you to notice me, even though you're married to my daughter. I often used to imaging you making love to her and what you'd be doing together. I imagined you doing it to me, I still do. There," she said "I've finally said it." Suddenly I decided to take control and I thought it was the right thing to do. "Every time you came in in your old nighties I prayed that you'd stand up sideways in front of the window so that I could see the shape of your breasts, but you never did." "I always wanted to," she said "but I wondered what Margaret would have said if I did, and so I never did. Do you want me to do it now for you, just for you?" "Yes Mum, very much indeed." So she turned to her left so that she was sideways on and there were her breasts in all their glory, sticking out proudly, full and firm and her small nipples sticking out hard like two pencil erasers. I then looked down at her round stomach, not ugly but cuddly as I've said before, and the dark thatch of her pubic hair. I also had the sideways on view of her gorgeous bum which I'd never had the pleasure of seeing before from this aspect. God it was fabulous. Two gorgeous round melons and I wondered how firm they'd be to touch and squeeze. I knew that I was going to get my chance at some point. "Is that alright?" she asked. "Do you like my breasts like that? Do you like my body?" "Mum, your breasts are incredible, better than any I've seen in any magazine. I love Margaret's breasts as they're small and incredibly sexy as well as being sensitive and sensuous. Your breasts are totally different though. They're big and round and they look so firm and, with your nipples pointing out like that, incredibly sexy too. Are your nipples sensitive? Are your breasts sensitive?" Before she had a chance to reply I added "I'm sorry if I've offended you by speaking as openly as that. Lots of women don't like talking like that." "Oh no," she replied. "Alan has never ever talked like that to me but I've always imagined what it would be like to talk so intimately and it's making me feel very excited and nice inside. Don't stop.Yes, my breasts are very sensitive and I want you to say and do lots of naughty things to me if you feel like it. If you offend me I'll tell you but I'm sure you won't. In fact I know you won't" she said with a little smile. 'Say and do' she had said. So she was opening the door wide open for me and there seemed to be no holds barred then. I also realised it was up to me to take the initiative, mainly I think because she was obviously so naive. "I've never seen your bum before. It's heavenly, like your gorgeous breasts. It's round and looks so lovely and firm. I love it." "You can touch it if you want." She was still standing sideways on to me and her bum was was only about two feet away from me and almost at eye level as our bed was a high one. So I reached out and the final barrier, if there ever was one since she'd walked in a few minutes ago, was about to be completely broken. I touched her right arse cheek and caressed it gently through the fabric of her nightie. "Mmmm, that's so nice," she said. I then started squeezing it gently and I pushed my fingers into the crack of her arse, just above her arse hole, and more noises emanated from her throat. "Mum." "Yes," she said, looking sideways at me as I caressed her arse cheek. "I want to see your breasts hanging down. Will you bend over for me so that I can see them like that?" She didn't say anything but just bent over horizontally, my hand still caressing her bum, and looked and me and said "Is that what you wanted?" My Mother-In-Law's New Nightie "Oh god yes," I said and, as I said that, I pushed my fingers further into the crack of her arse and I felt the little rose bud of her anus through the thin fabric of the nightie under my third finger. I pushed gently against it and massaged it in little round circles. I wanted to test her because Margaret never liked me doing that and I wanted to see if Mum would let me. As I was doing that I looked in the dressing table mirror and there, with Mum looking me in the face in the mirror, I saw her breasts hanging down and the nightie was so loose that I saw her complete breasts, nipples and all. "I can see all of your breasts in the mirror Mum. They're beautiful, so beautiful, hanging down with their hard nipples." "Oh I love you talking like that and touching my bottom at the same time. It's so intimate." "Do you like me touching your bum then?" "Yes, very much, particularly since Alan thinks it's dirty to touch there, but I've always been incredibly sensitive there and sometimes touch myself there. Is that naughty to say that?" "No Mum, not at all. In fact I love you saying that because Margaret doesn't like me touching her bum at all. We did it once but she didn't like it and so I don't touch her there at all, apart from squeezing her buttocks from time to time." "You can touch my bottom any time you want and anywhere. In fact you can touch me anywhere any time you want. As long as it's just the two of us, of course." Wow, what an invite. I decided to follow it up straight away and I put my hand down to the hem of her nighty and slipped inside. I touched her leg and ran my hand up the inside of her calf, staying inside, until I felt wet hairs. Wet hairs! I pushed my fingers higher and her cunt was absolutely soaking wet, so wet that the tops of her thighs were wet too. I slipped my fingers in between the lips of her cunt and pushed two of them easily right the way up inside her whilst looking at her in the eyes in the mirror. "Oh that feels so good," she said. I decided to try some dirty words too and so I said "God, but your cunt is so wet. It's dripping and it's lovely." "It'll get even wetter if you keep talking like that," she said. There. My conservative and proper mother was starting to show her full colours already and I felt that there was a lot more to come - in many ways! I took my fingers out of her cunt and felt for her clit which, like her daughter's, was fairly prominent and even more sensitive because, the moment I started rubbing it, she let out a long moan and said "Yes, do it there, just like that. It's wonderful." I looked in her eyes, with her still bent over and her breasts hanging down and swinging a bit as I started rubbing her clit. "Tell me how to do it Mum. Tell me how to please you. Tell me if you want me to do it harder or softer, slower or faster. Tell me Mum. It's so good feeling your cunt like this and I can see your gorgeous breasts hanging and swinging at the same time. Your nipples are hard and your cunt is soaking wet. I've never felt such a wet cunt, never and it's beautiful." "Do it harder," she said. So I did, and a bit faster too. "Oh God yes, just like that. Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop. Oh, Oh Oh, what are you doing to me, it's so wonderful. Don't stop." I carried on, working harder and faster and, suddenly, she let out a long combination moan and scream and I suddenly felt a gush on my fingers and it started running down my arm. I thought that she'd pissed on me but, no, I'd made her come and she'd ejaculated, something I'd heard about but Margaret had never done, even though I'd given her plenty of orgasms. "Oh my God what's happened?" she said. "I've never felt anything like that in my life. That was the most wonderful thing that has ever, ever happened to me. Thank you" she said. "That's going to happen many more times and in lots of different ways" I said to her. With that I pushed two fingers back into her cunt to get them even wetter and then slipped up to her arsehole and started teasing it in little circles. "Oh yes, touch me there. It's so naughty and yet so good." I carried on circling her tight little rosebud for a few seconds and then pushed gently and my middle finger slipped easily inside her. "Oh yes, push it all the way in. That's so naughty." So I pushed the finger in all the way up to the knuckle and then took it almost all the way out before pushing it back in again. She just moaned and, looking at her in the mirror, she had her eyes closed. So I put a second finger beside the first and pushed again. Both fingers slipped in easily but her eyes burst open with surprise and she just moaned "Oh my God," again and thrust her buttocks back against my fingers to have maximum penetration. Margaret didn't like anal sex but it seemed that it was something that her mother had always wanted. All this time my cock had been as hard as rock under the sheets. I always slept in the nude and so I knew that there would be a wet patch where my pre cum would have soaked the sheets. Suddenly Mum reached back with her right hand, slipped it under the sheet and unerringly found my hard cock. "Oh that's beautiful. I feels so good and so hard. I've got to see it. Can I?" "You can see it and you can do anything you like with it Mum. It's yours for the week, just as you said I can do anything I want with you." I still had my fingers up her arse but she pulled the sheet right back to expose my cock and turned round ninety degrees and started caressing me. Then she said that she was going to do something that she'd always wanted to do but Alan didn't like it as he thought it was also dirty, and she put her head down and took me into her mouth. "Oh my God Mum that's so good. Margaret doesn't like doing that to me, just like she doesn't like me touching her arse, but you like both." I then thought of something because I was sure that she'd never had her cunt eaten either. I took my fingers out of her arse, which solicited a slight moan of complaint, and said "Climb onto the bed and get astride me Mum, with your cunt over my face." Without taking her mouth from my cock she climbed up and sat astride my face and there was her cunt and her tight little arse hole still a little bit open from where my fingers had just been. What a gorgeous cunt with big proud lips, a bit like Margaret's and slightly prominent but not too prominent clit that I'd pleasured not that long ago. I decided to talk dirty again. "Has Alan ever eaten your cunt Mum? I know he's never touched your gorgeous arse hole but has he ever eaten your cunt and tasted your cunt juices?" That excited her so much that she took her mouth from my cock and said "No, he's always thought that sex is just the missionary position and foreplay was touching for a bit, both of us together, until he was really hard and I was wet and then he'd ejaculate inside me and I think I've only ever had a couple of orgasms with him. That one with you earlier was why it was so incredible. I've never before sensed anything like it, ever, and if you keep talking dirty to me like that, I'll probably have an orgasm without you even touching me because it excites me so much." As much as I wanted to come in Mum's mouth I knew that I'd have plenty of time for that later. Right now I wanted to please her so much that it would last a long time. I asked her to get off me and she looked at me in a worried way again, loosing confidence. That changed quickly though when I told her to lie on the bed with her bum on the edge. I knelt down between her open legs and, again because of the height of the bed, it was almost perfect for what I was going to do to her. I lifted her legs up by pushing against her knees and then went straight in and licked the length of her cunt, from her clit down to her arse and back up. "Oh yes, that's so good," she moaned. So I did it again and again, soliciting a bigger moan each time. God she tasted good. Strong and sweet at the same time with the after taste of her immense orgasm there as well. "You taste so good Mum. I could eat your cunt for breakfast, lunch and supper as well as little nibbles between." "Do you really like it?" "Yes Mum, I love the look of your cunt, your lovely lips and your proud little clit and l love the taste of it. I'm going to make you come again so that, when you ejaculate this time, it'll be in my mouth and I can drink your juices." "Oh gosh I'm so turned on," she said. "I never thought that making love would be like this. I want to taste your juices too. I want you to ejaculate in my mouth so that I can swallow it all and give you pleasure." "You first though," I said, and I licked the length of her cunt again. This time I reached down to her arse with my tongue and reamed her out a bit which made her cry out with pleasure again. Oh how I loved doing that as I'd never had the chance before with Margaret. Mum's ares was nice and clean smelling, even though I'd just had my fingers right up it, so I licked and pushed with my tongue and, because it was already opened, I got my tongue quite far up. I realised that I was going to be able to put my cock up there later on as well and I thought that the week ahead was going to be all the things that our real partners didn't like, arse touching and fucking for me and oral sex for both of us. I carried on licking her arsehole and then started frigging her clit with one of my fingers and she immediately cried out "oh yes, do it again, touch me like you did the last time." So I started working hard on her clit but kept reaming her arse with my tongue and my cock was pulsing with the pleasure of it all. Whilst fingering her I also managed to get two fingers in her cunt at the same time and that tipped her over the edge and she clenched her cunt lips round my fingers and cried out as a thick jet of come shot out of her and I gulped it down, continuing to finger her and lick her as she just came and came, too much to swallow, and it started dripping down my chin, down the crack of her arse and onto the floor and the sheets of the bed. Suddenly she went limp and I was a little bit worried. She was breathing though, hard and firmly, but she was breathing, and I realised that she must have passed out with the pleasure of it all. I'd not only never had a woman ejaculate over me but I'd never had a woman pass out on me due to love making either. OK, I'd only ever had three women in my life in total before this but it was something completely new and wonderful for me and I was loving it, having this power over this woman. Slowly her eyes opened and she looked at me, her big breasts rising and falling with her breathing and her nipples still hard as little pencil erasers. I reached up and started feeling them and she moaned as I took her nipples in my fingers and felt the flesh of her breasts for the first time. They were so firm and welcoming and I told her so. I then looked between her legs again and she was so incredibly wet. "You're so wet that it looks as though you've pissed yourself," I said "I presume, I hope, that you enjoyed that and that I gave you pleasure." "Oh my boy. What you have just done to me since I came into this room has given me more pleasure than every other minute of my life put together. Whatever happens from this point on I will look on today as the highlight of my life. Thank you, thank you. Did I pass out a bit then?" "Yes, you did. I hope it was through pleasure though," I quipped back. "Yes, it was almost too much it was so intense. But I want to feel it again, although not just now" she said with a big smile. "Does it really look as though I've had a pee?" She said. "Yes, and very sexy it looks too," I replied. That made me think of Margaret because I once got her to pee on me. Only once but it stimulated her a bit and it stimulated me a lot. I suddenly thought of doing it with Mum as well as all the other things I wanted to do with her. Well, we did have another nine days after all, and I really meant nine days as I was working in the evenings. So we'd be alone seventy percent of the time. "Would you like to watch me peeing then?" she suddenly asked me. "Yes, very much so. Every time you want to have a pee I want you to let me watch you doing it," I said. I was sure that I'd not overstepped the mark by saying that and, with the reply that came from her, I realised that we both felt the same. "I'd love you to watch me doing it every time, but only if I can watch you doing it every time too and I want to be able to hold you when you do it. You can touch me too if you want. Is that a deal?" I pushed a bit further and knew she'd agree. I just knew it. I'd opened her sexual flood gates and there was a huge reservoir there waiting to be unleashed and I'd be able to live out some of my fetishes, not bad ones, but fetishes all the same. "I want to watch you pissing in different ways. I want you to piss standing up so that it runs down your legs. I want you to wear panties and piss through them. I want to finger you whilst you're pissing. I want you to piss on me and I want to drink your cunt whilst you're pissing." Her eyes had widened with surprise as I'd said it and I thought I'd gone too far but, no, I'd just opened out some more of her fantasies. "I want you to do all those things yourself too. I want you to pee over me and into my mouth," she replied. "I want to do do so many naughty and forbidden things with you." "Well, I still haven't had a pee since I woke up," I said "so I really need to go now. Do you want to come and help me?" Without saying anything she got up off the bed, and her nightie fell back down, covering her body with the gossamer fabric again. So sexy. She took my hand, pulled me to my feet and led me to the bathroom still hand in hand. She looked down at my cock which was standing proud and more erect than ever before in my life I think. "We're not going to be able to point that into the toilet are we?" she asked. "Stand in the bath and I'll get in with you." So I got into the bath and she stood facing me and then took hold of my cock. Me, I started feeling her gorgeous breasts and she said "now pee on me. Go on. I'll guide it where I want but let it come out as hard and as fast as you can. I want it. I need it. I want to feel it. I want to see it." And so I pissed and I pissed, squeezing her gorgeous breasts and at the same time watching her guide the stream of piss whilst holding my cock. God it was so sexy. First she pointed the piss up so that I pissed on her breasts and my hands and then she lifted up the hem of her nightie with her other hand and pointed my cock down so that I was spraying her pubic hairs. She opened her legs and I bent mine as I realised what she wanted. That meant she could direct the flow more exactly and I was soon pissing on her clit and she started crying out with pleasure and I involuntarily squeezed her breasts harder with the pleasure of it all but she just cried out "oh yes, hard like that, that's so good," as I continued to piss on her cunt. Suddenly she cried out again and, as my piss started to weaken as I came to the end, she said, "You made me come peeing on me and feeling my breasts like that. Now I need to wash and clean my nightie for tomorrow. Do you want to wash with me?" "Yes," I replied in one simple word. So she took her nightie off over her head and there she was, totally and gorgeously nude in front of me. "Oh my God Mum, you have a body that I could do very naughty things with. You're so cuddly and scrummy." "Then do them all to me," she said. With that she pulled the shower curtain round the bath and got the shower running. It was soon nice and warm and we started washing each other. I washed her cunt and her breasts and then worked round to her buttocks and her arse, soaping her arse hole really well and fingering her again. She reached down and took my cock in her hand and put a load of soap on it and then just said "I want it in my bottom. It's something I've always dreamt about but never done and Margaret won't let you do it to her so we can both satisfy ourselves without hurting any one. What do you think?" "Turn round, bend over and hold onto the edge of the bath," I told her. She did and she also opened her legs a bit. There was her well lathered cunt and pubic hair as well as the tight rosebud of her arse covered in suds as well. I moved up behind her, guiding the shower head away from us so that the slippery soap stayed to help us, and then put the head of my cock against her tight little hole. I not only had soap on my cock but copious amounts of pre cum too, so I knew that there'd be no problems with penetration. I just hoped that it wouldn't be too big for her, even though I'd had two fingers up inside her not fifteen minutes before. I didn't say anything but just pushed gently, watching her tight little hole opening as my cock pushed in. Suddenly there was a pop and her sphincter had relaxed and the head of my cock was completely inside her. I didn't need to ask her anything as she just moaned "Oh, that feels so, so good. Don't stop. Push it in. Push it all the way in. I need it. I want it." So I pushed, gently, but I pushed and I slipped easily all the way in, right in her lovely tight arse hole. It was bliss, utter bliss. I drew out a bit and pushed back in and she groaned, but I knew it was in pleasure. So I started moving in and out, slowly at first but then I picked up speed. At the same time I reached in front of her and felt her hanging breasts, the nipples rock hard, and I squeezed them hard and pinched the nipples and she just said "yes, yes," and the feel of her arse round my cock, her hard nipples and her breasts in my hands and the sight of her lovely round buttocks pushed me closer to the edge. "Oh my God Mum, I'm about to come in your arse, I'm about to shoot my spunk in your tight little arse hole. It's so sexy with your lovely breasts and your gorgeous bum." "Yes, come in me, shoot it all in me. Take my anal virginity and, after, I'm yours whenever you want. Do it. Do it now. Come in me." With those words she took me over the edge and I exploded with the most mind blowing orgasm of my life, spurt after spurt of spunk shooting into her arse. When I had come I didn't pull out. I didn't want to. I stayed there, feeling her breasts and revelling in the after sex glow. Finally my cock shrank to its normal size and popped out of her arse. She stood up and turned round and hugged me. There were tears in her eyes but what she said next dispelled any thought of her being hurt in any way. "You have made me come in ways I never thought existed or possible and now you have given me the most intimate moment of my life by coming in one of the most sensitive parts of my body. Thank you again you lovely man. I could stay naked all day for you and just ask you to eat me and make love to me all the time but I've got lunch to get ready and shopping to get done so we must get dressed. I hope you'll be happy to spend the day in my company though." "Mum, I didn't think a wake up could ever be like that, even when I'd first met Margaret it was never as intense as that. We have something that we are going to have to make the most of for the next nine days as there's almost no way that we'll be able to ever do it again. I'll spend the rest of the day and every day with you on one condition." "And what that might be?" "I want to be able to touch you and feel you when I like and, if I want to put my cock in one of your holes, you'll let me as long as you're not in the middle of some complicated recipe." "Well, the first hole I want you to put it in when you're recovered is my mouth. You've just ejaculated in my bottom and now I can't wait for you to ejaculate in my mouth but, first of all, I now need a pee, so how do you want me to do it?" My Mother-In-Law's New Nightie I sat down in the bath and told her to stand astride me. I looked up and saw some of my spunk oozing out of her arse. "Your arse is leaking my spunk," I said. "I know. I can feel it and it's lovely. Do you want me to pee now?" "Yes." She let go straight away and it splashed down on my chest. I put my head up and locked onto her cunt and it started gushing into my mouth. As she was peeing in my mouth I tickled her clit and felt her cunt lips with my free hand and she started crying out again and I knew that she was coming once more. Her piss died down and she oozed out the final drops into my mouth and then I said that we'd better wash again, which we did, and she went to her bedroom to get dressed and I got dressed in mine. We were both ready together and I followed her downstairs to the kitchen. She started working and we didn't say anything as I knew that she had to get lunch ready, although I hand't a clue what she was going to cook. She must have read my thoughts because she said "It's only a very simple lunch today. We're just having salad of left over roast beef and I'll make a fruit tart for pudding which will only take half an hour and so we'll have some relaxing time if you want." I watched her cooking and helped her weigh things out but didn't touch her and didn't say anything sexual. We had plenty of time for that and, anyway, a bit of waiting makes the end result so much more exciting. She was wearing the same nice dress as when she welcomed me in last night, gosh, less than twelve hours ago as the clock still hadn't struck eleven. I wondered what she was wearing underneath. I knew she was wearing a bra. I know she'd have liked not to have worn one but Alan would have noticed I'm sure and so I never even suggested she go without a bra. Anyway, her breasts looked equally good in or out of a bra, that I now knew. At eleven fifteen the tart went in the oven and her work was finished. I helped her lay the table and then she said "Thank you for that. Two hands always make things go a lot quicker and we now have 45 minutes before lunch." "Are you wearing panties?" I asked. "Yes, she said, "but only because I'm so wet that, if I didn't, I'd have a big wet patch on my dress." She gave me a big smile of pleasure and I smiled back. "Lift your dress up then, I want to see what panties you've got on." She bent down, took the hem of her dress and lifted. First came the stockings, white suspender belt and then the light violet coloured panties that she wore that time I saw up her skirt almost ten years ago. So she was wearing almost the same clothes as that evening. She saw the look of surprise on my face and she said "I saw you looking up my skirt that evening because I saw your reflexion in the TV, so I knew you didn't know I could see you looking up my skirt. I loved it and felt so good having you looking at me that I decided never to wear those panties again and to keep them, just in case. The wait has certainly paid off hasn't it?" and she grinned at me. "Come into the lounge," I said. She followed me and sat, without me saying, at the same spot that she'd sat when I first looked up her skirt. "Now you can look as much as you want," she said, "and, what's more, you can touch, you can feel and you can do absolutely anything you want with me and to me. That's how much I want you and how much I have confidence in you and that you'll do nothing but good to me. Just the one rule that I told you this morning. We only do it when we are utterly alone, just the two of us. Otherwise, no rules. We do what we both want because I just know that we're going to want the same things. You want my bottom and you like licking my sex. I want you to do those things and I want to taste your cock and I want you to come in my mouth. So we're going to please each other where no one else can. That's not too bad is it?" "I couldn't have put it better myself," I said. I looked at her and sidled towards her on my knees. She parted her legs so that her dress rose even higher and I could see the dark patch of her hairs even better. Sexy in a different way to the nightie but what lovely memories of ten years ago when I'd first looked up her skirt and seen her nice hairy cunt. Now there was also a very wet patch in the crotch of her panties that made them even more transparent and I could see the lips of her cunt through them, that beautiful wet cunt that I'd so recently tasted and touched. I knelt down in front of her. First I undid the top buttons of her dress. "I want to see your breasts in the bra," I said, and continued undoing the buttons to her waist. There was her white lace bra with her gorgeous breasts inside. "Beautiful," I said. "Now your cunt," and I bent down and buried my nose in her panties. She was right about being wet. The dark wet patch seemed already bigger and she was soaked. I started fingering her through her panties and the smell of her sex was as it was three hours ago when we started. Gosh, was it that short a time? Yes, she'd come in with the coffee at half eight and it was now just after half eleven. "I want to drink a starter," she said, "I want you in my mouth, right now." Well, even though I'd had a massive orgasm in her arse a couple of hours ago, I was rock hard again and so I stood up, undid my trousers and she grabbed hold of both them and my pants and pulled them down. She leant forward without a word and took my cock in her mouth. I was rewarded by looking down at her bra covered breasts. She looked up at me and said, "You've given me so much pleasure that it's my turn to give you what you can't have with Margaret and I can't have with Alan. We're both going to profit from the next few minutes," and she took me back in her mouth. For someone who's never sucked cock before I don't think she could have done it better. She sucked and felt me and, at times, she hummed whilst sucking which was incredibly erotic and I told her so. It didn't take long and I felt my orgasm approaching and I told her. She started humming more loudly and sucking harder and, suddenly, I was there and I let out a roar as I exploded in her mouth. She continued sucking and swallowing, easing off as the power of my orgasm subsided, and we both came to the end together. Like when my cock was in her arse, she didn't move and kept me in her mouth until me erection went and then she let me slip out and looked up at me. "I would quite happily do that all day and every day," she said. "I loved every second of it." "Well," I said "We'll have to do lots of sixty nine because I want to eat your cunt at the same time." Is sixty nine what we did when I was on top of you this morning and you licked me whilst I sucked our cock?" she asked. "Yes" I replied. "Hmm," she said. "I could quite happily do that all day and every day too. But then what would we do about coming in my bottom and you've not filled up my other hole yet. We've got our work cut out haven't we?" Over the next nine days we made love in every way possible. The early morning coffee was out and Mum had to wash the nightie every day as it was always covered in orgasm juices and sometimes piss as well. Fortunately it dried quickly. We pissed together in every way possible and we tried positions in every way possible. Anal sex was always high on the list because we both liked it so much, followed by oral sex. Straight sex, sliding in and out of her continually wet cunt, was a delight and we both drank copious amounts of each other's fluids both in orgasms and pissing. With Margaret I'd only once had two orgasms in a day and we had never made love every day in the week. With Mum we started with the morning coffee with the sweetener almost always being the taste of her cunt, and then we'd make love in some way in the morning and again before I set off to work late afternoon. She was always there to greet me when I got home from work, often to give me a blow job as she liked doing it so much and had got so good at it that she could make me come well inside five minutes, no matter how I felt. Saturday was going to be a no no as, even though it was the day I was leaving, we'd have no time at all together as Alan wasn't working and would be home all day and I was driving back to see Margaret straight after the last night of work. So we had to make the most of Friday. Friday was forecast to be nice and sunny and warm. Mum came into the bedroom to wake me up and, as I turned over from the deepest sleep of the week, there was her nightie covered cunt just two inches from my face at the side of the bed. I slipped my hand under the hem of the nightie and up to touch her cunt lips and she was soaking wet as usual. She moaned as I penetrated her and then said "I want to make love outdoors with you and, as it's such a sunny day and our last day, I'm going to tell Alan that we'll be going out for the afternoon. What do you think?" "Best idea ever, to see your body in the sunlight and to fuck you in the sunlight under the trees. What a way to finish our week." With that she pulled the sheets back and my hard cock sprung out. She got up onto the bed, sat astride my face and started sucking my cock. In return I started sucking her cunt and knew very well her soft spots, as she knew mine. I was soon sucking and fingering her to a climax and she now ejaculated every time. This time we timed it perfectly and, as she shot her load into my mouth, I shot mine into hers and we both moaned in extreme pleasure into each others sexes as we came, heightening the pleasure even more. All through the week we'd not kissed on the lips. Neither one of us had neither tried to do it nor wanted to I think. It was our unspoken way of not ruining our marriages, even though we had this intense desire for each other. It wasn't love though. It was pure, unadulterated physical harmony. We both knew that we'd miss it terribly when we could no longer consummate it but, in the backs of our minds, we also thought there would be times when we could again snatch moments for the intimacy which we'd never have with our partners - the oral and anal sex for both of us which was so intense. After lunch we set off in Mum's car but she asked me to drive. Whilst driving she let her skirt ride high up her thighs and undid four of her dress buttons so that her breasts were plainly in view and plainly in view they were as, for the first time, she wasn't wearing a bra and I'd not noticed it when she came out of the house. "I've got my bra in my bag to put on before we get home," she said. "I just wanted to make this afternoon as intense and as good as possible. I've even brought a big bottle of water for us to drink." So she was well prepared for everything. I wondered if she'd taken her panties off too, so I reached across and put my hand up her dress. Soaking wet and bare too. We were already on quiet roads and she was giving me directions. She had said it wasn't far and that it was some land belonging to a farmer friend and difficult to get to. She was right there as the roads got narrower and narrower. I was driving slowly and didn't have to change gear much, so I had my hand up her dress, which was now up round her waist, pretty much all the time and was working away at her clit and getting her more and more worked up and wetter. She suddenly opened the water bottle and drank long and hard. She offered it to me and, even though I wasn't thirsty, I drank long and hard as well. "Not long now," she said. "About another fifteen minutes." Sure enough we arrived pretty much on the dot. It was a lovely spot down a tiny little lane with gorgeous views over the surrounding countryside. We hadn't seen a single car for the last fifteen minutes. We got out of the car and Mum got a blanket out of the boot and we climbed the gate and went into the field. Not only were there fabulous views but the hill was south facing as well, so we'd have sunshine all afternoon. As she spread the blanket out I looked at her breast hanging freely inside the open top of her dress. "My God Mum, seeing your breasts hanging loose inside your dress like that is sexier and more erotic than any other time this week. Come here, I want to see them hanging down inside your dress, I want to feel them and I want to see them swinging as I slip my cock inside you." She came over to me, her breasts proudly in front with the sides of her dress either side of her bare breasts, the nipples fully hard with desire. "Gosh how I love your dirty talk. And to think that I couldn't stand a single swear word before you arrived last weekend. Now the dirtier you talk, the wetter and more excited I get." I want to fill every hole of yours this afternoon," I said. "I want your arse, your cunt and your mouth, so it's up to you which one you want me to ejaculate in." "I want to watch you masturbate," she said. "I want to watch your spunk shooting out of your cock and I want it all over me. Will you do that for me, after you've put it in my mouth, my cunt and my bottom in that order?" "I never thought you'd want to see me doing that Mum. Of course I will. Will you finger your cunt at the same time so that you can come as well, or would you prefer that I finger you?" "No, just this one time I want to do it myself whilst you make yourself come." "OK," I said. I reached out and took a handful of each firm breast, rubbing each nipple with my thumbs. "The most beautiful breasts in the world," I said. "More beautiful than any photo shop touched up model and fully natural to boot. I love your breasts Mum, even though I love Margaret's too. That's one thing you both have in common. You both have very sensitive breasts and you love having them touched. Your cunt though, that's something else. The way you ejaculate all the time is such an incredible turn on and I hope that you ejaculate when you come when you're masturbating for me. As for your arse," and with that I felt up her dress and pushed my fingers between her arse cheeks and pushed a finger straight into her tight little rectum, "I think that is one thing that I will never have again because I can't imagine anyone who likes arse fucking as much and as often as you do." She moaned at me and I took the single finger out and pushed two in, ready for my cock a bit later on. Suddenly she said "I really need to pee." "Stand up," I told her. "Now lift up your dress and open your legs a bit, yes, like that. Now piss. I want to see it running down your legs." After just a couple of seconds it started gushing out of her cunt in all directions, some forwards and some down her legs. I quickly reached forwards and cupped my hand over her cunt so that the pale yellow liquid went every where, but mostly down her legs. The stream slowed to a trickle and I locked my mouth on her cunt and drank the last drops, sucking at her clit and shoving two fingers up her cunt and the other two up her arse at the same time. "I can't stand up," she said. "I need to lie down." She lay down on the rug, making sure the top of her dress was wide open and the bottom half above her waist. She didn't take it off completely, far more sexy to keep it on. She opened her legs wide and lifted her knees up. I knelt between them and bent down to continue licking her cunt. I got my four fingers back in her two holes and buried them up to the hilt and started sucking and licking. Soon she was moaning and, shortly after that, she shot jets of come into my mouth as I kept frigging her cunt and her arse. Her orgasm seemed to go on for longer than ever until she finally cried out and passed out, the second time that she'd done it because the first time was the first day. This time it wasn't a surprise though. It just pleased me that she'd come so intensely that she'd passed out again. I slipped my fingers out of her cunt and her arse and lay beside her until she woke up. She looked at me and started stroking my face. "You've made me come alive and the memory of this week, even if we never have the chance to snatch a few minutes together again, has made my life complete. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I want you inside me now, in my cunt, nice and slowly. Will you do that for me?" I didn't reply. I undid my jeans and took them off, together with my pants, and then got on top of her. I didn't even need to help my cock find the way. I was soaking wet and so was she and we locked together automatically and I slipped in. I started moving in and out, slowly and gently, and we started talking whilst making love. We talked about the pleasure we'd had, what we'd liked doing, what we'd liked saying and how we liked doing and saying it. She thanked me for the wonderful joys of anal sex, but I replied that it was equally joyful for me. partly because it was otherwise forbidden to both of us but we'd found it between the two of us. The same with oral sex. What exquisite joy. I then told her that I'd come in her cunt if we kept on talking like this and she begged me not to. "Let me turn over and put it in my arse for the last time," she said. So I reluctantly slipped out of her sopping wet cunt and she knelt up doggy fashion, her lovely breasts hanging down half in and half out of her dress. So incredibly sexy. "Now, do it to me but slowly again," she demanded. So I placed my cock at the entrance to her lovely arse and I pushed. It slipped in far more easily than that first day a week ago but it was still deliciously tight and we carried on talking whilst I reached forward to feel the fullness of her breasts once more. I felt myself building though and she told me to pull out. Then she lay on her back and told me to kneel astride her and start masturbating. There were her lovely breasts and her fingers were already working on her soaking wet cunt as I took my cock in my hand and started pumping slowly. "Oh that's so sexy, watching you do that," she said. "Why didn't I ask you to do that before?" "We'll maybe have time tomorrow when Alan has his after lunch snooze," I suggested. "What a good idea," she said. "I'm sure we'll have one last time. but now I want you to come all over me." With that she started working hard on her cunt and she was making sloshing noises she was so wet. It turned me on and I told her so. I picked up the speed and so did she and we were both panting. I felt myself building and I told her that I was going to come. "Yes, yes," she cried. "Do it now, come now, I'm ready." With that command I shot my load and it spurted all over her breasts. As it did that she cried out and started coming herself and I looked down to see little jets of ejaculation over her fingers. We'd both come together, maybe for the last time. With that we lay down together. She held my limp cock in her hand and I nestled mine into her soaking wet cunt. "Do you remember when you went to bed rather drunk once," she said. "Yes, I do and Margaret said that I'd gone to bed with my trousers down and my cock in full view and you'd come up to check on me. I've always known that, as drunk as I was, I never undid my trousers and it was you wasn't it?" "Yes, it was me. I was so scared that you'd wake up when I was undoing your trousers, but you never did and I just had to see the size of your cock. I have to admit that I was a bit disappointed as it was so small. Little did I know or imagine how big it would grow when excited as it's been all this last week. It's filled me up to perfection in every single hole and it's turned me on more than I could ever have imagined. Thank you again." We lay together, basking in the sun and the memories of the week past. Finally we decided to go but Mum said "I need to pee again," and she hitched up her dress round her waist, squatted down in front of me as I was still lying down and then a long stream of yellow gold streamed out of her, onto the dry grass. When she'd finished I told her to come over to me. She did and squatted over my face and I licked the last drops form her cunt.