15 comments/ 119101 views/ 8 favorites Fingering My MIL Ch. 01 By: Hubby_of_Liz This event took place last spring when my wife and I took her mom, my MIL, on a trip to Virginia, specifically the Williamsburg, Jamestown, Yorktown area. We are all history buffs and, living in California, we hadn't had an opportunity to visit these historic sites. A little about my wife and my MIL: Liz, my wife, is in her 40's, absolutely gorgeous, 5'7, 145 pounds, long athletic legs, 38D tits, a total goddess. Her mom, Ellie, had been widowed a couple of years earlier. She's in her mid-60's, has a more willowy figure than my Liz, has long legs, medium boobs (I'd guess 34B), and is a real stunner, too. She's had a lot of "restorative" work on her eyes and face and could easily pass for 50. Both dress "young" and are always looking fabulous. Ethnically they are Italian, so both have dark hair and deep brown eyes that are dangerous to look into for more than a second or two. I am quite a bit older than Liz, so much so that I am actually closer in age to Ellie than to my wife. When we arrived in Williamsburg, we drove to the well-known "inn" where I had made reservations for two rooms for both Friday and Saturday nights. We discovered, however, that someone had screwed up the reservation and that for Friday night only one room had been reserved for us. I talked to the manager about the foul-up, and he was very nice, giving us a discount on the charges for both nights and offering a "rollaway" bed for the Friday night room, which the manager upgraded to a suite with a separate sitting room and dressing area. Fortunately, the bed in that bedroom was a king, so I told the girls they could have the big bed and I'd take the rollway, which turned out to be more like a glorified cot. We visited all of the fabulous locales in Historic Williamsburg and had a fine dinner at one of the local "taverns." When it got late, we took some wine back to the room, watched TV and read a bit, and then turned in for the night. Liz was on the right side of the bed, and Ellie was on the left. I was on the rollaway on Liz's side. Liz usually sleeps in the nude, but for tonight she wore one of my tee shirts that covered her like a short, loose skirt. Ellie had on a nightgown that showed off her legs and even her pointy little nipples. Of course, she had not planned on sleeping in the same room with me. The cot I was on was about as uncomfortable as it could be, and I tossed and turned for a couple of hours. By their steady, soft breathing, I could tell both of the girls were fast asleep. When I returned from going to the bathroom, I decided to nudge Liz over a bit so I could get some rest on the big bed. She's not easy to awaken, but she finally moved over toward Ellie and let me slide in behind her. With Liz's back toward me, I reached around her and rested my hand on one of her full tits. I noticed that the nipple immediately responded by hardening up. Hmmm, I thought, it would be very sexy if I could make love to Liz while Ellie was sleeping just two feet away! Over the next ten minutes or so, I wordlessly continued my caresses on Liz's boobs, and finally she silently slid her ass back toward me, which I took as a signal of good things to cum. I pulled Liz's shirt up over her butt, slid my cock out of my boxers, and rubbed it against her ass. Liz raised her right leg slightly, offering me access to her tight pussy, which I was pleased to discover was very creamy and hot. I slid into her and began what Liz and I call "baby fucks," in which I insert just the head of my cock and push it slightly in and back out of her lips, again and again, without ever giving her the full shaft. This always drives her crazy, and usually when she can't take it any longer she'll scream out "Jam that big cock in me, deep!" Or something to that effect. Of course, with her mom a foot away she couldn't yell, so I continued to "torture" Liz with the baby fucks. She finally pushed herself back against me hard, causing me to stuff her little cunt full of cock. Involuntarily, she let out a grunt, loud enough that I was afraid Ellie might awaken. Liz and I both stopped moving as we listened for any unusual sounds from Ellie. We heard nothing, but I noticed that Ellie was no longer breathing with the same rhythmic pattern as before. At that point, however, I had my cock in Liz and didn't care all that much about breathing patterns. When Liz decided that Ellie was still asleep, she took charge of the fucking. I laid still and let her use me as her private dildo as she pushed her ass and cunt back against me again and again. When Liz cums her pussy squeezes amazingly tightly, sometimes even pushing me out of her. In this instance I felt the squeezing begin, and that knocked me past my limit. I breathed hard into the pillow as I presented her pussy with my gift of man-juice, and she tried hard not to whimper too loudly. Now, once Liz has had a good orgasm, she passes out cold and is basically immoveable for the rest of the night. That night she rolled over me to leave the bed and go to the bathroom to clean herself up a bit. She normally wouldn't have done that, but I think she was concerned that the smell of our sex would be noticed by Ellie if she didn't "freshen up" before falling asleep. To my surprise, when Liz returned to the bed, instead of crawling back over me to get between Ellie and me, she just elbowed me to my left as she slid in on my right, putting me between the two girls. Ellie was on her left side, facing away from me. I had often fantasized about what it would be like to be near Ellie like this, but those fantasies never included Liz lying next to me on the other side. But in no time, Liz began to purr softly, and I knew she was out for the rest of the night. I could feel Ellie's warmth in the covers and could smell her light perfume. Even though I had just shot a nice load of cum into my beautiful wife, I was not impervious to the fact that my gorgeous MIL was right next to me wearing only a flimsy nightgown. Could I roll over in the bed and "accidentally" rub my arm or leg against her? Ellie had always been "flirty" with me, but a wrong move by me in this situation could be disastrous. On the other hand, when would I ever have another chance like this? Fingering My MIL Ch. 02 Note: This continues the story from Ch.01, and yes, it's true. It started last April. As I lay there pondering all of this, amazingly it was Ellie who made the move. She slowly but deliberately pushed her ass backward toward me, reached over her shoulder to take my arm, and then drew it around her so that we were spooning, with my arm and hand draped over her soft (but trim) tummy. Sirens were now going off in my head. Was she still asleep and dreaming of her deceased husband (Bill), or did she consciously know what she was doing? I decided to slightly move my fingers across her belly, to see if there would be a response. There was—she gave out a little moan and then turned her head partially toward me and said, "Shhh." So now I knew she was awake and aware. But what did she want to happen? Maybe she just needed a trusted man to hold her and make her feel secure for those few moments. What to do? Then, however, she removed my doubts by taking my hand and moving it to cup her right breast (which was the one on top, since she was still lying on her left side). Then she let out a little whimper of contentment. I gently squeezed the MIL tit that I had fantasized about so often, and I tweaked her pointed little nipple until it became a bullet. She lifted up her head so that I could get my other arm under her, so that she was now facing away from me with her head on my shoulder, both of us on our left sides, spooning...but now I could grab her other tit with my left hand. So I had two warm handfuls of my MIL's wonderful boobies, squeezing and kneading them and pinching her raspberry nipples. By now I'm starting to get turgid again, though not at full staff. Ellie is softly saying "Mmmmm" and squirming down below more and more. So, I decide to take things up a notch by moving my right hand to her surprisingly firm butt. Her gown has ridden up above the bottom of her buns, so I massage the back of her thighs for a moment, running my thumbs up and down her hamstrings. At this point I started getting worried, because Ellie was starting to make noises that she wasn't trying to hide anymore. Knowing how deeply Liz sleeps after wine and orgasms I wasn't too worried, but still it was a thought: What would happen if Liz DID wake up? Also, even in the heat of the moment I was thinking about how this happening would affect my future relationship with MIL. I was consoled by the fact that "she started it," but I wondered if she would admit that in the light of day. I slid my hand up the back of her leg and started massaging Ellie's fine ass. Her response was to angle her butt even further toward me, so much so that her pussy was no longer "protected" by her buns. I moved my hand so that it rested on her bottom just where it intersected with her cunt, and the heat there was amazing. Also, Ellie's scent was now stronger in the room that Liz's had been. OK, I thought: Time to go for the sweet little MIL hole. The one through which my beautiful wife had entered the world. That was a weird thought, huh? I placed one finger at Ellie's entrance, and it was like someone had poured gravy on it. So slick I could hardly tell when I crossed the barrier into that smoldering woman-place. A second finger soon followed, again with virtually no resistance because of the extreme lubrication coming from my MIL's cunt. Almost immediately Ellie started trembling and made the sweetest little sounds, like a baby kitten mewing. Her whole body twitched and shuddered, so much so that I was a little worried for her. I held my fingers still and let her thrust back and forth on them at her own tempo. I was amazed at her stamina. She kept fucking my fingers until I got a cramp in my hand from holding them so stiff for her. Finally she stopped, sighed deeply, and, like her daughter after a great cum, fell into a deep comatose sleep. So here I was, lying in the dark between two women, my wife and her mother, one of whom I had cock-fucked and the other of whom I had finger-fucked, both, apparently, into oblivion. I got little sleep the rest of the night, even on the nice bed, thinking about the implications of what had happened. I must have finally drifted off, because when I awoke the room was bright with sunlight and both of the girls were up and about, talking in the dressing area of the suite. I thought, "Oh-oh," but as I listened to them speak both of them were chatting cheerily with no hint of recrimination toward me. I got up wearing my boxers and the tee shirt I had slept in. Ellie looked at me and happily said, "Good morning, Sleepyhead. We almost left for breakfast without you." So now I'm thinking, was the night before all a dream? Or could my MIL really be so casual, so "normal," after being fingered so thoroughly by her daughter's husband. I stumbled back into the bedroom and looked under the top sheet. Sure enough, there were dried, white, creamy stains on the fitted sheet Ellie had lain on. Wow. For the rest of the trip, both Liz and Ellie were very chatty and cheerful, like satisfied women tend to be. Ellie winked at me a time or two, but nothing was said between us about Friday night. A couple of weeks later, Liz and I were lying in bed one night after a terrific lick, suck, and fuck session. I was trying to catch my breath and get my pulse rate down, when she said out of the blue, "I know about what happened with you and Mom. I have been thinking about it, and I'm not mad at you. Mom said she was the one who started it, and I know how nuts you have always been about her. Just promise me that if it happens again, you won't put anything in her except your fingers." Huh? Was that permission? Why did Ellie tell her? Had Liz not been asleep after all? I figured these were questions best left unasked at the time. Since then, I have had a few occasions to take advantage of Liz's "finger permission," and once I even broke my promise by using my tongue to probe my sweet MIL.