12 comments/ 117715 views/ 69 favorites The Mother-In-Law Ch. 01 By: luvjuice43 Writer's Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the story line is true the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. Safe sex was not an issue within our family unit but should be a concern for everyone today. ***** Marie, my former mother, was in her late forties when I married her twenty-eight year old daughter, Marlene. It was easy to see where Marlene had gotten her pretty smile, long legs, and sweet ass; Marie had the same good looks, the same long legs, and the same sweet ass as her daughter, but with a dress size and cup size larger. Marie had married her high school sweetheart, John, just after graduation, and, being good Catholics, quickly began raising a family in their small hometown an hour north of Tampa. John ran the family owned grocery store, and by the time Marlene and her brother, Jim, were in high school he also owned three convenience stores in the surrounding small towns; John worked seven days a week and had little time for his very attractive, devoted wife, and family. Marie ran the household, raised the kids, shopped, cooked, canned and saw to it that everyone got to Sunday mass on time. She was a very proper Southern lady and did not put up with cussing or vulgar language; of course she didn't mind having a cold beer with barbeque or a glass of wine when she cooked Italian dishes. After Marlene and I were married we often visited her parents on weekends to help with the many chores, or Marie would visit us at our home in Tampa for some rest and shopping with her daughter. Marie and I became close and often sat around the breakfast table talking after John left for work. I noticed that she always wore a robe while John was at home but once he left for work it came off and she was left wearing a short cotton night gown; a slight departure from being a proper Southern lady. "Is it hot in here, or is it just me?" she would ask removing her robe and fanning herself with John's folded newspaper. It was not a sexy gown, just a plain, loose fitting, sleeveless, cotton gown that came down to about mid thigh; everything was covered although the material was thin enough to tell she was not wearing anything underneath. Depending on the color or pattern of the gown there were times when the hint of a triangle shaped, dark shadow behind the fabric was visible. Marlene usually slept late so her mother and I had plenty of time to drink coffee and chat about everything going on in the small town and in their family before she went to dress for the day. Sometimes the topics could even be a bit risqué; like the time John caught a couple having sex while parked in the orange grove near their house. "I don't know why he ran them off; they weren't bothering anyone." She stated emphatically. Then followed up with, "What would you have done?" I chuckled, "Well, I would not have run them off; I probably would have just watched." We both chuckled. "Have you and my daughter had sex in a parked car?" I had to laugh, "Of course we have and from the description you gave me it was pretty close to where John ran the couple off. Of course that doesn't count the times we have had sex on the hood of our car in the carport." "Oh my goodness, are you serious? I hope you don't get caught. That would cause a ruckus in the family and would be all over town." I had to ask, "So did you and John ever have sex in a car." She, very obviously, crossed her fingers and smiled a sexy smile, "Of course not, I'm a good Catholic girl." I chided her, "I would love to have been hiding in the orange grove that night." Marie smacked my arm lightly then got up to get us more coffee without saying a word. I also got to enjoy many beautiful scenes when Marie had to reach to get something from a top shelf and the bottom of her gown rode up to within a breath of her sweet ass. Marlene was even in the room on one occasion when I commented, "It's easy to see where you get your beautiful, long legs Darling." I told Marlene. "Well, thank you Will that was nice of you, but you really shouldn't be looking at your mother like that." Marie responded. Marlene added, "Yes, that was nice of you. I'm proud to get my looks from Mother." Marlene didn't mind at all that her mother and I became so close, as a matter of fact, she seemed to encourage it at times and on the trip home she would ask about all the details and what sights I got to see. Once in the middle of the night she woke me up and took me into the bathroom adjoining her parents' bedroom; we stood quietly in the shadows, as Marlene had done growing up, and watched as her parents had sex. Marie was on her knees with her face down and her ass up and John was behind her pounding away, giving her ass a good smack now and then. Marie's long legs were not all I got to check out either. One day when she bent over to get something from the bottom drawer of the stove, I found out that there was another trait which my mother had passed on to her daughter, a thick, full patch of pubic hair. I had to comment, "That's beautiful site to start a man's day." She quickly stood and tugged at the bottom of her gown then smiled at me, "I thought you were reading the paper." On another visit when Marlene entered the kitchen earlier than usual, Marie commented as she poured my coffee. "Good morning! I'm surprised you are up this early; from all the commotion I heard last night you couldn't have gotten much sleep;" obviously teasing her daughter about the noise from our late night quickie. "I'm sorry Mother; Will sometimes makes it difficult for me to be quiet. We will try to be quieter next time." "Oh don't do that, I'm glad someone is having "fun" in this house; it brings back some fond memories." I decided to stay on topic, "So why aren't you having fun then?" "Well, John works all the time, at least that's what he tells me, or maybe I'm just not pretty or sexy enough anymore." I wasn't going to let that go, "You can scratch that last part; you and your daughter are, without question, the two prettiest, sexiest women in Hernando County. Both of you send my heart racing when you just walk into the room." She leaned over and kissed my cheek, "Aaah that was so sweet." I felt her hard nipple through the light fabric of her gown brush my upper arm as she leaned close. I was afraid I was going to get an erection that would cause both of us some embarrassment. Marlene winked and smiled at me for complimenting her mother then said, "I guess we will just have to find you some young stud to take care of that problem for you." "Marlene!" She replied, pretending to be shocked. Marie took a sip of coffee then patted my leg and moved away from the table, "I think I will go ahead and start making us some pancakes." Marlene smiled again as she saw me watching the firm, round mounds of flesh beneath the light fabric in full motion as her mother walked away from us and began gathering the ingredients to make pancakes. On another weekend visiting her parents, Marlene walked into the kitchen on Saturday morning. "Good morning Darling, how are you this morning?" her mother asked in her usual sunny mood. "Terrible Mother, it's that time of the month and I feel completely out of sorts." Marie hugged her and tried to cheer her up with, "Well that's one of the advantages of getting older; you don't have to put up with that any longer." Then she added, "Of course the down side is that you are horny all the time and your Daddy is of no use because he works all the time." Marlene and I laughed then Marlene said, "Mother, I guess I'm just going to have to loan you Will sometime he can certainly put a smile on your face." Marie chuckled, "I cannot imagine Will wanting to have anything to do with an old woman like me." I had to respond, "Marie, I haven't even told Marlene about some of the wild dreams I have had about you; I was afraid they would make even her blush." I winked at Marlene and they both laughed. Marie shook her head and hugged her daughter, "I may just take you up on that offer one of these days." On the way back home to Tampa that weekend, Marlene and I talked about her mother and her affection toward me. Marlene commented, "I love the way you and Mother get along; I hope you don't mind." "Are you serious? How could I mind a beautiful, sexy woman hugging on me and spoiling me? Of course it's sometimes difficult for me to hide my hard on." She smiled and rubbed her hand over my crotch, "But I usually take care of that little problem for you, don't I?" She added, "The next time don't hide it, I would like to see Mother's reaction to seeing your hard-on." I asked, "Are you really going to loan me out to your Mother?" She answered with another question as her hand continued to rub my swelling cock, "Would you really mind if I did?" "Seriously, when I'm around you and or your mother I'm in hog heaven. One day I may even throw her on the table and have my way with her while you eat breakfast." We laughed and Marlene gently squeezed my cock. Marlene and her mother talked by phone several times a week. Usually it was upbeat conversations about what everyone was doing and plans for getting together again but over time Marie became increasingly unhappy over John's lack of attention and affection; she suspected he was having an affair, again. At dinner one evening Marlene told me, "I invited Mother down this weekend to see if I can cheer her up." Usually when her mother, and or dad, came to visit we would remove the montage of black and white, nude photos, mostly of Marlene, that hung in a small alcove outside our bedroom; the use of lighting and shadows gave a tasteful but erotic portrayal of her beauty, nothing vulgar but very suggestive. Marlene decided to leave the montage intact and to even leave out our favorite coffee table book, The Joy of Sex, hopefully, to serve as a topic of conversation with her mother about our lifestyle. She wanted to let her mother know that we would support her in choosing a sexual partner outside her marriage and that she did not need to feel alone and neglected. Marie had admitted to her daughter that several years earlier she had had an affair with Ted, the family's long time friend and insurance agent, but Marlene already knew about her mother's affair from local gossip and completely understood why it had happened; her father had had several affairs. Marlene did not see a need to tell her mother that she and I had had a threesome with Ted just months earlier as a reward for his long time service when he stopped by to tell us he was retiring. (See: The Salesman's Visit) Marie arrived early on Friday evening; I fixed cocktails and we sat in the den chatting about John and his lack of attention. We kept the conversation light adding in a bit of humor at times; Marie noticed The Joy of Sex book and flipped through it as we talked. "Mother you are welcome to borrow that if you would like. It has some excellent information in it." After dinner and a walk around the block in the muggy Florida heat, we decided to bathe, change into our night clothes and maybe watch a late movie on television. Walking down the hall I noticed a light under the door of the main bath and assumed Marie was bathing. I went through our bedroom to the master bath; as I got to the open door I saw Marlene and her mother both in only their panties and each with one foot on the counter shaving their legs and talking. Marie tried to cover her breasts with her arms, "Sorry Marie, I thought you were in the main bath." "That's okay; I had to borrow some shaving cream." She relaxed her arms, again exposing her full round melons to my view. Marlene added, "Go ahead and use the bathroom if you need to." I teased, "If you want I could close my eyes and just feel my way to the toilet." The girls laughed. I moved by them being careful to brush against Marie's sweet, panty clad bottom as I passed by her to lift the toilet lid and take care of business. As the urine splashed into the water below the girls continued talking about the nude photo display outside our bedroom. When I turned around to wash my hands the mirror gave me a full view of Marie's full round breasts with their silver dollar sized, pink areola and taunt nipples; I glanced down to wash my hands and saw wisps of dark pubic hair peeking out around the crotch of her full cut, pink panties; when I looked up our eyes met in the mirror, we smiled at each other. Marlene didn't seem to care that I was checking out her mother and turned to give me a kiss as I walked by. "We'll be there as soon as we finish here. Why don't you make us a big bowl of popcorn." "I was just thinking, how about if we just skip the movie and I photograph the two of you together; it would be a wonderful addition to the montage." "You mean nude?" Marie asked. "Of course, Mother. Will has certainly seen most of you already; come on, it will be fun." "We'll see." Marie commented. The girls finally made it to the den wearing their usual thin, cotton night gowns, their hair still piled on their heads from their showers. I poured wine for everyone; Marie asked questions about posing nude and how we would ensure the photos did not get back to John. Half way through the second glass of wine Marie agreed to pose nude with her daughter on condition I set the lighting low before she removed her gown. The studio was really our third bedroom with half of it set up for Marlene's sewing room and separated by a curtain from the half I used for my photography studio. The room was darkened then pin lights overhead were turned on to create a starry sky effect. Marlene entered the room and immediately removed her gown, but Marie turned away from me to remove her gown; Marlene and I admired the sight of her mother from the back, the symmetry of her back cascading from her shoulders to her smaller waist then flaring out to her round hips and buttocks created the curvaceous form of a goddess, the narrow crevasse which divided her full, round buttocks added mystery to her already exquisite, feminine form. I moved Marie into poses to enhance her nude body, often using Marlene's body to give her mother some cover; Marie began to relax as I directed her into poses close to her daughter, touching her to make small adjustments. I made some close ups of their nipples and triangles of thick pubic hair to show the contrast of features between mother and daughter. Thankfully the shadows created by the soft lights and reflectors had also worked to hide the raging hard-on I had developed being so close to my nude wife and her nude mother; Marlene winked at me several times and squeezed my hard cock when I got close enough. As we said our "good nights" to Marie and headed into our bedroom Marie stopped by the coffee table and picked up The Joy of Sex. Marie smiled saying, "I'm going to do some reading before I go to sleep." We smiled and wished her sweet dreams. On Saturday morning Marlene and I woke up early and cuddled up close to enjoy the feel of each other's nude body; the soft, smooth, warmth of her body against mine always produced and immediate erection. I was lying on my back with Marlene on her side snuggled close; her hand rested on my already hard cock causing an obvious bulge under the sheet. Marie came out of the guest room across the hall, saw our door open, and walked in: "Good morning sleepy heads!" she said as she sat down on the edge of the bed beside me; she glanced down at the bulge in the sheet then quickly looked up at her daughter. "Good morning Mother. Did you have a good night's sleep?" As they began to chat about their plans for the day, I moved my arm around Marie's bottom and rested my hand on her hip; it was obvious she, as usual, was not wearing anything underneath; thankfully, Marlene did not bother to move her hand off of my swollen cock. I concentrated hard to keep it still; I wasn't sure I wanted it jumping about while my mother was sitting beside me. All of a sudden Marlene moved her hand from under the cover and grasped her mother's hand and moved it to the sheet over my cock. "Here Mother, hold this while I go pee." And off she bounded into the master bathroom leaving the door open. Marie screeched, "Marlene!" But, she did not move her hand from where her daughter had placed it; neither of us moved or spoke a word as we listened to Marlene peeing in the toilet. Our trance was broken when my cock pulsed beneath Marie's hand; she giggled, blushed, and then gave me a light squeeze. The steady stream of urine into the toilet bowl soon slowed to a few dribbles then we heard tissue being torn from the roller and the toilet flush. Marlene appeared drying her hands then retrieved a pair of panties from the dresser; as she stepped into a pair white, bikini panties and pulled them up her long, shapely legs she casually mentioned, "I'm going to start breakfast so you guys just enjoy yourselves, I'll call you when it's ready." She wiggled her pretty ass, like she always did, to adjust her panties just right then let the elastic waist band smack against her flat tummy; I loved watching her put on her panties. She walked out of the bedroom. After a few minutes I pulled the sheet down from under Marie's hand so she could see what she was holding; she looked down then moved her fingers lightly over the shaft. I opened my legs wider to give her more room to explore. My right hand moved over the curves of her hip, waist, and under her breast; it was fuller and heavier than her daughter's. "Would you like to take off your gown?" She moved her other hand to her forehead as if perplexed by her situation, "I'm still trying to process all of this. I cannot believe my daughter left us alone like this." "Marie, she has been worried about you; she wants to see you happy." She leaned over and gave me a deliciously sweet kiss then stood and lifted off her gown. Seeing her standing beside my bed in the morning light completely nude was the most amazing sight I had seen since the very first time I saw her daughter nude. Marlene was beautiful, slender, and sexy but the maturity of her mother added another dimension of beauty; she had more of everything that produced an amazing form. We heard the sound of pots and pans in the kitchen as Marlene hummed a song and began fixing breakfast. I took Marie's hand and guided her onto the bed, she straddled my hips then leaned forward so that her full, round breasts shifted close to my face; I took her large, pink nipples into my mouth one at a time. I felt her downy soft patch of pubic hair brush lightly over my engorged cock and balls. My hands then pressed her breasts together so I could take both nipples into my mouth; my tongue danced over the pleasure bumps around her areolas before taking them into my mouth. After several minutes of my enjoying her breasts she sat up and took my cock in both hands, rubbed its engorged head through her wet slit playfully, then pierced the flower like blossom covering her wet opening. Unlike Marlene, Marie's labia was not tucked neatly into the lips of her vulva and hidden in her thick pubic hair, but rather they flowed from the top of her vulva like hot, bright lava flowing out of the fissures of a volcano and cascading down a slope. A beautiful pink morning glory like flower formed around the opening of her vagina; her dark triangle of pubic hair was thick but not thick enough to hide the delicious treat. Once the head of my cock was in perfect alignment Marie slid down the shaft slowly until she was completely impaled then she moved her hand to open her labia with her fingers to expose the sheath of her clitoris; I took her fingers into my mouth and for the first time enjoyed the sweet nectar of my mother's pussy. The Mother-In-Law Ch. 01 She arched her back, stretched her arms above her head, and began to rock back and forth; my cock danced slowly inside the snug, warm sheath. Marie closed her eyes, ran her fingers through her hair, and began to hum slowly some primal chant as she continued to rock. When she began to move up and down on my shaft I reached up and held her full, round breasts in my hands to reduce the stress of them bouncing with her movements. As moans and grunts emanated from her throat, spasms began to wash over her body; I dug my heels into the mattress and began to meet her thrust for thrust. Suddenly I caught a movement near the door; Marlene was standing just outside the bedroom door in her white, bikini panties watching as her mother fucked her husband; she had a very happy look on her face. She winked at me then slowly moved out of sight. Like her daughter, Marie was a very vocal lover when caught in the throes of sexual rapture; in addition to her moans and grunts the sound of our bodies slamming together could be heard throughout the house, but the soft squishing sound of my engorged cock plowing through her thick, creamy juices was a sound only the two of us shared. Marie and I gave up complete control of our bodies as a wave of extreme pleasure washed over us. There was no doubted that Marlene heard our groans and grunts as I unloaded spurt after spurt of hot, creamy liquid from my balls into the voids not filled with my engorged cock. Marie gave release to the millions of sensory cells throughout her body. She leaned down and gave me another delicious kiss then, like her daughter had done many times, she moved off of me and took my slimy and semen covered cock into her mouth and cleaned it completely before dashing into the bathroom to clean up the mess about to ooze from her vagina. Having sex with my beautiful mother was a lot like having sex with her daughter. They were incredibly erotic, incredibly beautiful, and incredibly sensuous women. They had to ability to get more from me than any woman or women ever had. ***** Chapter Two will tell you more about my life with these two incredible women, one my wife and one my mother. The Mother-In-Law Ch. 02 Writer's Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the story line is true the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. Safe sex was not an issue within our family unit but should be a concern for everyone today. ***** "Isn't that a great way to start the day Mother?" Marlene, still wearing just a pair of white bikini panties, asked when Marie and I walked into the kitchen. Marlene, my wife, had purposefully left Marie, her mother, and I in our bedroom alone while she went to the kitchen to fix breakfast. Not only had she left us alone but she also had placed her mother's hand on the sheet covering my engorged cock. "I'm going to start breakfast so you guys just enjoy yourselves, I'll call you when it's ready." Marie and I took full advantage of the situation with a wonderful "good morning" fuck. Marlene even peeked in on us to make sure we were enjoying ourselves. "Well, I'm still trying for all of this to sink in." Marie replied wearing one of her usual thin, cotton gowns. Marlene and I hugged her between us and Marlene told her, "We love you Mother and we want you to be happy." We sat down at the table ready for our morning meal just like we had done many times. "Mother, Will and I have a rather unconventional approach when it comes to sex. Some people love to play golf or tennis but Will and I love having sex." Marlene said as she poured our coffee. Marie smiled as we sipped our coffee then asked, "What do you mean by 'unconventional'?" "Well, we occasionally share sexual experiences with others; sometimes it's with another couple we know or sometimes with select individuals. There is no need for jealousy or guilt afterwards because most of the time we are together in the same room." Marie commented as Marlene served her delicious, spinach quiche, "I could never have imagined what happened this morning; it was wonderful. Thank you and Will." She paused a moment, "I don't feel guilty, I think your Dad deserves it after all his philandering." She added referring to her husband, John. We continued our conversation throughout our meal but, once we finished eating I refreshed our coffee then added a touch of Irish crème. Marie asked, "Have you and Will had sex with anyone I know?" Marlene paused trying to decide what or how to tell her, "Yes, two people." I knew of three but did not challenge her statement. You could see the wheels turning in Marie's mind; did she want to know who the two people were? Finally she told her daughter, "You know I have to know who they were." Reluctantly Marlene told her, "One was Ted." (See: The Salesman's Visit) Marie's jaw dropped, "Ted our friend and insurance agent?" Marlene chuckled, "Yes Mother, Ted our friend, insurance agent, and your former lover." Marie looked at me blushing at the mention of Ted being her lover and asked, "And she told you about that?" I reached out and took her hand, "If you mean about you and Ted, I had heard the rumor some time ago, even before you told Marlene. If you mean Marlene and Ted, the three of us were together." "Oh my goodness, the three of you together; I saw the sketch in your book last night where three people were together but I didn't imagine it really happened." Marie said. Marlene took her other hand telling her, "Mother, I hope one day you will get to experience having two men make love to you at the same time; it's a wonderful experience." She used the euphemism, "make-love" instead of "fucked" out of consideration for her Mother's sensitivities. After a short pause Marlene added, "I think it is terribly exciting to have shared lovers with you, Mother. That should give us lots to talk about when we are out shopping." You could easily see that Marie was still in deep thought processing the image of her daughter, her lover, and her son having sex together. Marlene excitedly asked her mother, "Tell us about how you and Ted first got together." Marie smiled and blushed as she recalled her very first tryst during her thirty-five years of marriage, "Ted stopped by the house one day when I was putting the beans I had canned into the pantry; I was standing on the ladder and he handed me the jars off the counter so I wouldn't have to get down each time to put them on the top shelf." She continued, "When I started to step down the ladder Ted ran his hands up my skirt. I scolded him and tried to push his hands away but, he began kissing my legs and bottom telling me that he had always wanted to do that. He said it with such devotion and passion that I could not resist his advances. It had been months since your father had even touched me." Marlene and I listened intently as her mother described how their friend and insurance agent pulled her panties down to her knees and showered her bare "bottom" with kisses before turning her around and burying his face in her thick patch of pubic hair; my description, not Marie's. "I had never been kissed "down there" and in less than a heartbeat he was on his knees holding my panties in his hands, my legs were open, and he was doing the most wonderful things with his tongue. Your dad had never had never kissed me below my breasts." We could tell by the rise and fall of her chest that Marie was somewhat aroused as she continued to describe the event. "Ted stood up and unzipped his trousers then produced the most amazing equipment I had ever seen. I kissed him several time until he was completely erect then I moved up to the next rung on the ladder and guided him into my muffin. I was scared to death that we would get caught but, I was not about to stop." Marlene and I looked at each other and smiled at her use of "muffin" instead of pussy or cunt. "He was an excellent lover and knew just where to touch me; I had the most wonderful orgasms like I had not had since your Dad and I were first married." Marlene asked her dozens of questions as I poured straight Irish crème into our empty coffee cups. "After almost getting caught by your father the second time he came to the house we started meeting at his hunting cabin in the national forest. We met there for several months then we made the mistake of stopping for lunch at a café near there; that's when we ran into Nell and her husband. I'm certain it was Nell who started the gossip, we decided not to see each other for awhile." Finally, Marlene said they had they had better get ready if they were going to go shopping. "Why don't the two of you go head and get ready to go shopping and I will clean up the kitchen while you are gone." I had an ulterior motive for being so helpful; I refilled my coffee mug, added another touch of Irish, and propped up on the bed to watch my wife and mother dress for their day's outing. Marlene got her mother to roll her waist band up to show more of her long shapely legs. Watching them get dressed was pure art in motion. I completed my chores, showered, and was cooking chicken picata for dinner by the time the girls returned home. I poured some wine and Marlene cuddled up on my lap while her mother and I sat the table. I could tell Marlene was not herself, "What's the matter darling?" "I've started my period and I'm having really bad cramps. I think after dinner I'm going to get my heating pad and go to bed early; I will sleep in the guest room and you and Mother can have the big bed in our room." By the way Marie acted I took it that they had discussed it on the way home and she had agreed to it but was trying to be nonchalant about it. I had to contain my excitement, which was no easy task. Most of the day I had thought about how wonderful it would be to go down on my mother; how wonderful it would be to inhale her aroma and taste her sweet nectar. Our morning fuck had been wonderful but much too short; throughout the day I thought about all the times she had sat close to me at her breakfast table in the thin cotton gown with nothing underneath. I thought about the sight of her long, shapely legs as she stood on her tip toes to reach something on a top shelf, her gown just barely covering her full, round ass. I thought about the first time I looked over the top of my newspaper to see her bent over getting something from the bottom drawer of the stove, her thick, patch of pubic hair unable to hide her exposed, pink labia. I sat on the bathroom counter and talked to Marlene as she went through her bed time routine. Before putting on her night gown she took a new tampon from the drawer and moved to the toilet; she raised the lid and placed a foot on the rim so she was centered over the toilet bowl. With one smooth motion she located the pull string secured between her labia and gave it a tug. The bloody wad of fibers slipped out and fell into the toilet bowl followed by several drops of fresh blood; she quickly opened the new tampon and inserted it into her vagina then pulled out the slightly bloody, cardboard cylinder, and tossed it into the trash can before tucking the new pull string into the pink slit hidden in her thick patch of pubic hair. As I often did I took a warm wash cloth and gently cleaned up some leakage and spots of dried blood that had occurred then rinsed out the cloth; Marlene liked it that I was not turned off by her sometimes messy curse. I was always amazed by how my wife could make the most mundane tasks, like changing her tampons, appear so exciting and sexy. She gave me a sweet kiss and ran her hand over my crotch, "You take good care of Mother tonight." I helped her get settled in the guest room with her heating pad, kissed her good night, then went to the kitchen to help her mother finish cleaning up. As I dried the dishes and put them in the cabinet I asked Marie, "Did you guys discuss the sleeping arrangements on your way home?" "Yes, Marlene said you would not mind. I hope it's okay." "Of course it is okay, it's more than okay. With all the possibilities we have tonight do you have any favorites you would like for us to try?" I asked as I continued to put the dishes in the cabinet. "I don't know; what about you?" "Well if you left it up to me I can tell you that all day long I have thought about going down on you and tasting your sweet juices." Marie chuckled, "Wow that was blunt but, sounds wonderful. My only experience like that was with Ted and I loved it. John is not one to experiment and certainly not doing that. Of course he liked for me to perform orally on him." "Well we already have some agreement. What else would you like to try?" "I don't really have a much of a frame of reference. I do like giving oral sex but John and Ted are the only ones I have experience with; I sort of like the taste men's semen." We interrupted our kitchen duties for several nice kisses and a squeeze or two of my mother's sweet ass. After a short pause she said, "I want to hear about how you and Ted both had sex with my daughter at the same time." I gave her a brief description of what had taken place when Ted dropped by our house several months earlier to tell us he was retiring. I was careful to use the proper words she approved of as I described how we had both penetrated her "sweet child". "My goodness I didn't even know that was possible, I guess I'm just going to have to realize my little girl has grown up and has a mind of her own; she certainly has a lot more experience than her mother. I agree with her though, it is exciting to know we have shared the same lovers and have enjoyed some of the same things with them. You guys were the main topic of conversation today" "You mean Ted and me?" Marie nodded her head. "I like anal sex too; John and I started having anal sex before we were married, I wanted to be a virgin on my wedding night. Since we are Catholics and we don't use birth control, we would have anal sex during times I was fertile or I would perform oral sex on him." She giggled at the early memories." Then she remembered, "Did Marlene tell you she used to watch her daddy and me have sex from the bathroom that connected our bedrooms?" I told her, "Yes." "She only told me a few years ago." After another thoughtful pause she continued, "I got her back though; I watched the two of you have sex one night." I was surprised so I asked, "How did we do?" "Good, I liked seeing Marlene get on top of you; John and I never do that. He always gets on top so he can withdraw and ejaculate on me; we didn't want more children after Jim (Marlene's brother) was born. Now I guess he just likes being in control. That's why this morning was so special with you; I liked having the freedom to move about and enjoy all of you." I gave her a kiss, "I have to confess, Marlene took me to the bathroom to watch you and John too." Her jaw dropped a bit then I added, "I was jealous watching John pound you from behind. Many times when we have been alone in your kitchen I wanted to bend you over the table and do the same." We both laughed then she added, "There were times I might have let you." When Marie turned away to put lotion on her hands; I moved behind her and lifted the back of her skirt and pulled her panty clad, sweet ass against me. I ran my hands around the front of her panties and over her prominent pubic mound. She opened her legs slightly as my fingers moved over the soft, thick patch of pubic hair beneath the nylon fabric. "Your panties are damp for some reason." She giggled, "I'm sure talking and thinking about nothing but sex all day didn't have anything to do with that." She rubbed her ass against me as my fingers pressed into the wet crevasse, "I should go freshen up." "Nonsense, the sweetest fruit comes directly from the tree." A phrase we had heard many times from her husband talking about the fruit from his orange grove. I moved my hands into the waist band of her panties and slid them slowly over her hips and firm round ass; as I bent to move them down her long, shapely legs I showered her sweet ass with kisses. After she stepped out of her panties I held them to my nose and inhaled deeply to enjoy her rich aroma, "Mmmm, the sweetest fruit." I led Marie to the table where we had eaten breakfast that morning, unbuttoned her blouse and unfastened her bra, leaving left both garments on the table. I quickly shed my clothes and pushed Marie back onto the table then I dropped to my knees and lifted each of her feet to my shoulders. "Have you done this to Marlene too?" "I have, many times right where you are lying." I answered as I kissed the top of her vulva. I looked down to admire the beautiful sight; her slightly rounded tummy, wide hips, and thighs were creamy white. Set in the center and contrasting to her creamy white skin was a perfectly shaped triangle of thick, dark, pubic hair; its base stretched across her lower torso just above her prominent pubic mound and spanned from thigh to thigh. Each side of the triangle disappeared between her legs along the juxtaposition of her torso and legs; the apex of the triangle ended at the rear orifice hidden between her firm, round mounds of flesh, the mounds I had so often admired beneath her night gown. As I kissed along the outer edges of her puffy vulva I was almost intoxicated by the musky aroma which emanated from her thick, matted pubic hair. Obviously my mother had been aroused a good portion of her day and her scent gave off a deliciously, ripe aroma. I sucked the small, penis shaped sheath into my mouth and let my tongue dance around the hood protecting the small pearl. Marie used her feet against my shoulders for leverage and lifted her sweet ass off the table completely; she let out a primal sound and grasped my head in her hands pulling me into her ripe juicy cunt. Remembering her statement about enjoying anal sex I slipped a finger into her back entrance before slipping my thumb into her cunt; I began twirling them around. She bucked her hips wildly as if she wanted to pull my entire head into her cunt; like her daughter, Marie moaned, wailed, and grunted as she began her journey of sexual pleasure. When it was over I stood and lifted her up into a sitting position on the table and kissed her mouth; she didn't seem to mind the rich, musky taste of her sweet juices on my lips. "I love sharing your sweet juices with you, you are absolutely delicious." "That's only the second time someone has, uh... what did you call it? Gone down on me? I could learn to like it a lot." I could feel the soft patch of pubic hair against my balls as my engorged cock rested against her soft belly; we continued to kiss, her hand moved between us and took hold of my cock. "I would like to feel this in me again." She said with a gentle squeeze. "You mean my hard cock?" "Yes." "Then tell me you want to feel my hard cock in you." She struggled a moment with the vulgar wording, "I want to feel your hard cock in me." I gave her a quick kiss then sat down in one of the dining room chairs and unfastened her skirt letting it fall to the floor, "Marlene and I love having chair sex; she likes to call it 'the chair fuck'." "I really don't like that word; it just doesn't seem to describe something as wonderful as having sex. I don't mind "cock", it seems to fit, especially when it's swollen and hard. Marie straddled my lap then took my cock in both hands and rubbed its head through her glistening slit then guided it into her warm, wet tunnel as she lowered herself completely. "Marlene and I often sit like this and have discussions about our day or any other topic that needs attention." Marie wiggled on my lap then squeezed my cock, "I have a topic to discuss. This morning when I asked if I knew anyone you guys had sex with, Marlene said there were two; who was the second person?" I knew Marlene would have told her if she had asked so I told her, "Debbie." "Debbie? My daughter Debbie?" (See: Double Treat) I nodded my head. "Oh my goodness." She said trying to process the information. I kissed her and moved my hips upward so she could feel my cock move inside her; my hands moved over her back and up her sides to the swell of her breasts. "Exactly how does that work, I mean...uh, what does Marlene do when there are two women and you?" I described what had taken place between me, her daughter and her daughter. Marie interrupted, "Did Marlene and Debbie, uh..." She struggled with how to word her question. "You know, uh... interact with each other?" Again, I nodded my head, "Marlene is bi-sexual and enjoys our being with other women." "She told me she was bi-sexual but I guess it really didn't register as to what it meant. I thought it meant she just liked women. Of course I didn't know you were having sex with other people either." I decided to ask Marie, "Does it bother you that your daughter is bi-sexual?" "It doesn't bother me but, it does surprise me; in a way I find it somewhat exciting to think about the three of you together." "Since you enjoy a man performing oral sex on you do you think you would enjoy it less if a woman did the same." "I guess not but I don't think I could go down on another woman." "Well oral sex isn't the only way a woman can please another woman; sometimes fingers can work as good as a tongue." "It would have been wonderful if you could have joined the three of us; I know Marlene would have loved it." Before she could comment we heard, "Did someone mention my name?" Marlene entered the kitchen poured a glass of water, "I'm sorry to interrupt you but, I just had to get another Midol; my cramps are still giving me a fit." Marlene came up behind her mother, reached over her shoulders, and cupped her breasts for me to kiss; I made sure I gave each one a moist kiss with the flicker of my tongue. Marie closed he eyes and gave a rewarding sigh then Marlene moved to our side and placed her arms around our shoulders while I ran my hand up her gown, cupped the cheeks of her sweet, firm ass, and gave each a loving squeeze. The Mother-In-Law Ch. 02 "The two of you look beautiful together and I'm glad you are enjoying yourselves; I wish I felt like joining you." She gave us each a kiss and walked back toward the bedroom. Marie shook her head, "I cannot believe my daughter just held my breasts for her husband to kiss then stood beside me talking while I was, uh ... having sex with her husband," she tried to form the proper words. My cock pulsed several times in the warmth of her cunt; Marie closed her eyes and began a slow rocking motion. As my fingers rolled her hard nipples between them I could feel her breathing deepen; her body trembled then there was a sigh, a short pause then she began the slow rocking motion again. I encouraged her with, "I love the feel of my hard cock deep in you." Her nails raked across my back. I'm not sure how much time passed before she sat up straight on my lap and kissed me smiling. She asked, "By the way, why hadn't you ever mentioned to me that you wanted to bend me over my table?" emphasizing her question with a very sexy smile. Then she continued, "There were times I wanted you too." My mother had gone from a devout Catholic, almost faithful wife and proper Southern lady to a wanton, almost slut, in a rather short time and I loved it. I laughed; "The sofa will work just as well." We moved to the sofa; Marie put her knees on the edge of the seat, leaned forward and rested her arms on the back. What a beautiful site to finally enjoy; after several years of imagining what it would be like, the sight of her beautiful, bare ass was displayed before me. I smacked her firm, round mounds of flesh several times with the shaft of my cock; Marie giggled then wiggled her sweet ass teasingly. I opened her cheeks with one hand then sunk my cock into her hot, wet tunnel. I grasped her hips and began to slam against her creamy, white flanks. She lay her head on her crossed arms resting on the back of the sofa and let out a deep moan; she let out a yelp when I smacked one of the cheeks of her ass with my hand. Marie was not a passive lover, she was a full participant; she bucked her hips in time to my thrusts and made almost growling, guttural sounds as I continued to spank her ass and thrust my cock into her. Our bodies were covered with sweat; several droplets of sweat fell off my face into the open crevasse between her cheeks. As my grunts and moans began to match those of my mother she reached back and pulled my arm, "Come around in front of me." I moved behind the sofa like she said; for the first time my mother took my cock completely into her warm mouth. Words cannot express the beauty of seeing my mother-in-law with her delicious lips wrapped around my engorged cock. Her head bobbed slowly up and down my shaft as I focused on the symmetry of her creamy white body displayed before me. Her elegant, slender hand held my cod sack as I watched her cheeks dimple from the suction on my cock. Her tongue flickered over the head of my cock then circled around its glans. Her lips toyed with its shinny purple head as her fingers toyed with my cod sack. It only took a few bobs of her head and I released my load; I felt the white, hot liquid shoot through my nuts and down the length of my shaft sending spurt after spurt of hot semen into my mother's mouth. She swallowed every drop. It was some time before I could muster the energy to move; my legs felt like they were made of lead. Marie milked my cock of its last drops of fluid; she cleaned the gooey, remnants of semen from my shrinking cock as her daughter had done many times. She looked up at me and asked, "Does Marlene do that for you too?" "Oh yes; she does it often. As a matter of fact she told me she learned how to give oral sex from watching you." "Really? I didn't know that." As had often happened with her daughter's clean-up jobs Marie's warm, wet mouth began to reenergized my spent cock causing it to swell; my image of her daughter hiding in the shadows watching her mother give head to her father was enough to cause my cock to stand tall and ready for whatever new task it faced. "Marie, now that I have you bent over there's one more place I would love to put my hard cock." She removed my cock from her mouth and looked up at me, "Would that be..." She hesitated trying to decide how to answer like a lady, "... in my bottom?" I chuckled, "Yes, I admit it; I want to have anal sex my beautiful mother's sweet bottom." I was trying hard not to be vulgar just for her. Marie giggled and wiggled her sweet ass again as I moved behind her. She spread her knees a bit wider to open her cheeks and display her "anal opening"; how's that for being polite? I reached into the end table drawer and took out a lubricated rubber. "You keep those rather handy." She stated "Well we just never know when we will need one so we keep a good supply throughout the house." "Isn't Marlene still on the pill? "She is but we use these for anal sex because they are well lubricated." "Good thinking. Here let me put that on." Marie said. After opening the pack Marie took my swollen cock in her hand, gave it a quick kiss, then placed the rather cold, slippery rubber over the head and rolled it down my shaft. She moved back onto the sofa in her original position and waited for me to mount her. "Ooooh!" She exclaimed as my cold, rubber encased cock parted the wisps of pubic hair and pushed into the tightly puckered orifice. Marie's body temperature quickly warmed the cold, slick, foreign object that impaled her. She squeezed the object with her sphincter muscles then relaxed. My lubricated cock slid easily past her relaxed muscles and I felt her fingers tickling the back of my cod sack then settle below my cock into the thick patch of pubic hair. My hands stretched her cheeks open so I could probe deeper. With each inward stroke my balls would smack against Marie's fingers as she furiously worked her clit in a circular motion. Having just emptied my load in her mouth there was no chance I would ejaculate again; I matched my mother thrust for thrust. I could hang with her as long as she wanted. Marie, like her daughter, experienced multiple orgasms; her body began to quiver, she stopped breathing, then her body began go through spasms. She would let out a sound almost like a roar then start breathing again then she froze; after several minutes she started all over. Afterwards I led her to the master bathroom where she removed the rubber from my still erect cock and tossed it into the toilet. "What should we do with this?" She asked holding my cock in her hand. I gave her a kiss telling her, "It will be fine for now." Marie sat on the toilet and relieved her bladder; a steady stream of pee produced that special whizzing sound that only women make when they pee. There is something special about seeing a nude, Southern lady sit on the toilet taking care of nature's call; her posture perfect, her back straight, her head up, her hands folded in her lap with several sheets of toilet paper ready to tidy up. I immediately thought that one day I want to capture her on film in that position. Once in the shower we found several uses for a rock hard cock; Marie enjoyed covering her tits with soap suds capturing my cock between them, and watching my cock slide through them. She then decided that a soapy cock would be just the thing to clean up with after anal sex. We played in the shower until the hot water began to run out then we got out and continued to play as we got ready for bed; I still had a hard-on but Marie took care of that in the bedroom when I opened her legs and kissed her pussy after having brushed my teeth. Marlene and I had learned that brushing your teeth with Colgate then kissing your partner's genitals causes a wonderful cooling sensation something like having a breath mint in your mouth. Marie rode my cock until my nuts decided to give up their last load then she rubbed the semen over her clit to lessen the tingling caused by the toothpaste As Saturday came to a close Marie, my beautiful mother, turned off the bedroom lights and moved across the room; her nude body highlighted by the soft beams of moon light shining through the windows. She snuggled close to me like her daughter had done early that morning. Sunday morning did not wait until day light, it came in the middle of the night when I felt soft, warm lips and a moist tongue kissing my cock. It took me several minutes to realize that it was not my wife's soft lips and moist tongue but rather those of my wonderful mother. The Mother-In-Law Ch. 03 Writer's Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the story line is true the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. Safe sex was not an issue in the early seventies but should be a concern for everyone today. ***** Sunday was an unusual day. It began much the same way that Saturday had begun; a beautiful, sexy, naked woman snuggled close to me with my engorged cock in her hand. We began to kiss and run our hands over each other's bodies; I could feel her downy soft patch of pubic hair against my thigh. The door to the guest room across the hall opened and another beautiful, sexy woman entered the room and sat down on the edge of the bed beside me. "Good morning sleepy heads!" My wife said as she kissed my cheek and moved her hand to the obvious bulge in the sheet. "Good morning Darling. Are you feeling better this morning?" Her mother asked still holding my cock in her hand. "Yes Mother. My cramps are gone so I feel much better." Her daughter replied as she lowered the sheet covering the turgid cock in her mother's hand. Marlene leaned over and kissed the head of my cock then stood, removed her thin, cotton gown, and walked to the bathroom in just her panties to change her tampon and freshen up. Several minutes later she returned to the bed wearing a fresh pair of panties and snuggled beside me on the opposite side from her mother. Marlene's hand joined her Mother's hand on my cock; they took turns playing with my cock and cod sack as we talked about our previous evening. Marlene kissed my torso as she slid down my body toward my pulsing cock. Within minutes Marie joined her daughter and the two took turns bobbing up and down my cock and sucking my cods. Since Marlene was first to dive completely on my shaft she got to taste the dried remnants left by her mother in the middle of the night. I informed her teasingly, "You have officially tasted your Mother's "muffin." Marlene smiled at her mother, "Mmmm Mother." She said licking her lips teasingly. Marie smacked her daughter's ass gently saying, "You guys behave yourselves." Both women were experienced in the art of sucking cocks and both did a wonderful job keeping my cock engorged with a fresh supply of blood. I yelped as Marie slipped a finger deep into my ass and rubbed the back of my prostate; a small drop of semen pushed its way through the ducts connecting my balls to the main line of my shaft; her daughter's tongue quickly lapped up the creamy treat. I was ready for a leisurely morning in bed with my two favorite women, my beautiful wife and her equally beautiful mother. But all of a sudden my hopes were dashed. Marie looked at the clock on the dresser and exclaimed, "Oh my goodness, we need to eat breakfast and get ready for Mass." Marlene shook her head, "Mother, we cannot leave Will in this condition." She said as she held my cock up to show her. "Since my menstrual flow is pretty heavy you climb up here and take care of this while I fix breakfast." Marlene told her Mother as she continued holding my cock. Marlene guided her mother on top of me; with the fingers of one hand she opened her mother's hair covered, vulva then guided my cock into her Mother's beautiful, flower bloom labia with the other hand; I was certain that was the closest Marlene had been to her Mother's vagina since her birth thirty-four years earlier. Marlene sat and watched as Marie impaled herself on my cock, smiled a big smile, and began a rocking motion like she had used the previous morning. She watched as her mother leaned forward and offered her full, motherly breasts to her husband's open lips and tongue. I had no doubt that my wife envied my treat. She gave her Mother's ass a good smack with her hand and walked toward the kitchen; Marlene chuckled at her Mother's squeal over her daughter's antics. As I devoured Marie's ripe nipples she picked up the pace of her hips. I began to buck my hips in time with her thrusts; I grasped her breasts with my hands so they would not bounce away from my mouth. She was quickly on her way to another orgasm and I needed to catch up; her grunts grew louder and longer. I dug my heels into the mattress and lifted my hips completely off the bed for her to ride harder. I could feel the stirring in my nuts, my toes had already curled. My mother and I did not reach the peak of ecstasy at the exact same time but we were close. My last grunt was more of a a primal cry as the pressure built up in my balls, exploded, and sent spurts after spurt of hot semen shooting through my shaft and into my mother-in-law's deep well. Her fists beat on my chest as her face contorted with intense pleasure. After several minutes of heavy breathing and spasms I was able to focus on my wife standing beside us rubbing her Mother's back, "Wow Mother, are you okay?" We were drenched with sweat; our bed was soaked where we had been lying. I next heard Marlene in the bathroom adjusting the shower say, "Come on Mother and get your shower; breakfast will be ready by the time you are through." She then looked at her Mother teasingly, "We don't have time for both of you to shower together this morning." Everyone laughed at her reference to the late night shower her mother and husband had the previous evening. I took a leak while Marie was in the shower; since I wasn't going to Mass I could get my shower after breakfast. As I brushed my teeth I watched Marie dry off; the fluffy towel moved quickly over her shoulders around her back then hugged each breast before moving down her torso to the triangle of thick, dark hair glistening with droplets of water. She bent over from the waist to dry each long, shapely leg; the cheeks of her lovely ass opened as she reached to dry each foot. Before I could bend over to kiss her tightly puckered rose bud she stood up and sunk the fluffy towel between her cheeks. We exchanged smiles as she finished drying and putting on a terry cloth robe. Breakfast was busy and quick with just a minimal conversation mostly about what to wear to Mass. Marlene was feeling better; her cramps were gone but she would have several days of rather heavy flow. By Tuesday or Wednesday she would be back to her usually horny self and we would be back having sex several times a day even if it was a bit bloody for a few more days; of course I may just settle for one of her awesome blowjobs or slipping into her sweet ass. For the second morning in a row I was able to sit propped up in bed, drink my coffee, and watch two beautiful women dress for their day. First, garter belts had to be donned and adjusted just so. Then stockings had to be rolled up their long shapely legs; Marlene put her stockings on in the bathroom using the counter to support each foot and giving me a clear view of her in the mirror while her mother stood beside the bed and used it to support each foot as she carefully rolled each stocking upward being careful to keep the seams straight. I had plenty of time to admire their large, triangular patches of thick, pubic hair as they attached the clasps to the top of their stockings. Then another one of my favorite parts was watching them step into their panties, pull them up their long shapely legs, and give that cute wiggle to get their sweet asses fitted just so in their panties then releasing the waist band with a snap against their tummies. What a way to start a day! Marie noticed that their dressing show had given me another erection and asked her daughter, "What are we going to do with this now?" as she pointed toward the tent like feature under the sheet. Marlene replied laughing, "We will just have to deal with it after Mass but you be sure to keep your mind on the sermon for today; we certainly need it." I blurted out as they picked up their prayer books and got ready to leave, "Let's not be doing too much confessing today either." Marie sternly shook her finger at me, "Don't be sacrilegious." I dropped my head shamefully to appease my very sexy mother. Once the girls left I got busy cleaning up the kitchen and picking up the clothes Marie and I had left in the den the previous night; when I picked up her panties off the table I felt compelled to give them one more sniff to see if my mother's scent was still on them, it was faint but still there or maybe it was just my imagination. I decided to take the girls out to lunch as soon as they got home from Mass. It was about two o'clock by the time we returned home from brunch where we had also had several cocktails each. I made a pitcher of Bloody Marys', placed it on a tray with glasses, and we headed to the bedroom so the girls could undress from their Sunday attire. Again I propped up on the bed to watch the show. Marlene unzipped Marie's dress and hung it up while Marie moved close to the bed for me to look her over from head to toe; her bra seemed as if it was running over with the soft, but still firm, flesh of her breasts. Like her daughter she had perfect posture which seemed to enhance every curve of her figure. Her full cut, white, nylon panties covered up the top of her garter belt but not the dark pubic hair below that peeked out around the crotch of her panties. When Marie turned away from me to speak to her daughter I could see that her stocking seams were still perfectly straight; her high heels enhanced the contour of her long legs. The suspenders of her garter belt slipped beneath the bottom of her panties and crossed the exposed milky, white skin to meet the top of her stockings. I was completely mesmerized by the sight before me; my cock was once again completely engorged. Marlene came out of the bathroom and asked her mother to unzip the back of her dress. As usual Marlene had not worn a bra; she rarely felt the need to give her smaller, B cup, sized breasts added support besides, she liked the feel of different types of fabric stimulating her very sensitive nipples. Marie gave her a slight scolding, "You really should wear a bra to church." "I know Mother; I will the next time." She said as she turned her mother around facing me and unfastened her bra; her beautiful, full breasts almost fell from the cups that supported them. They were displayed for me to admire. Marlene moved close to her mother and rubbed her small bare breasts against her mother's smooth back. I giggled along with them as they poked and pinched each other playfully then faced each other and rubbed their breasts together. "You guys come here and let me kiss those pretty tits." Marie scolded me, "Now don't be crude Will. They are breasts, beautiful, delightful breasts." She said holding them up toward me. Marie moved close to me and offered her "beautiful, delightful breasts" for me to kiss. My lips took each nipple between them and my tongue danced over them. "You know I told myself in church that I would not do this again but I really want to know what happens when you two get together with another woman. Is that so terrible?" Marlene replied, "We don't think so Mother." She replied shaking her head, "I know I'm going to Hell." Standing behind her mother Marlene put her hands into the waist band of her mother's panties and began to slowly slide them over her firm round hips and ass then down her long shapely legs. I sat on the edge of the bed and began kissing the exposed, milky, white skin above the thick, dark triangle of pubic hair. Marlene tossed her mother's panties to me knowing how much I enjoyed the scent of a woman, especially my mother. Marlene move beside her mother. I asked her, "I wonder who we could get to slip your pretty panties off?" "Well I've taken them off many times when she was little so I guess I can take them off now." Marie said with slight hesitation. Marlene's pink, nylon, bikini panties were low on her hips well below the top of her matching garter belt. Her mother slipped her fingers inside the elastic band and slid them over the firm cheeks of her daughter's ass, oops... "bottom"; she had to stoop lower to slide them completely down her long legs. As Marlene stepped out of her panties Marie's face was just inches from her daughter's thick patch of pubic hair and the delicious treat I had often enjoyed. I was certain Marie was not ready to taste her daughter's delicious treat, at least not directly but maybe from my engorged cock. Marlene stepped out of her panties then picked them up and tossed them to me. I inhaled both pair saying, "I can tell if you had pure thoughts during Mass. Marie announced, "I think I'll get some of those bikini panties like yours the next time I go shopping." Marlene and I agreed, "Get some of the French cut ones that will show off your hips and that sweet round bottom." I added giving her bare bottom a loving pat. I stood up and shed the shorts I had on and admired the two beautiful women standing near me dressed only in heels, stockings, and garter belts. I have never seen such a beautiful sight, even in the naughtiest men's magazines, as I did that afternoon. That image still paints my dreams decades later. Marlene had me to lie on my back then she straddled me; she pressed my cock against my stomach, rubbed a little K-Y jelly over the bottom side, and opened her lips so she could slide over the length of my cock like riding a log. The lubricant replaced the natural juices absorbed by her tampon during her period. "Your Dad would never try anything during my period; usually he just stayed away from me." Marie told her daughter. Marlene replied, "This way isn't messy even during my heavy flow days. Will loves to play with me any time and I love him doing it any time." Then she added as she began sliding her slit up and down the length of my cock, "Mother, climb up here and straddle Will; he will help you get in just the right position for him to drive you crazy with his tongue." "Yes, Marie, climb up here and let me taste your sweet nectar." She giggled as she lifted her leg across me completely exposing her entire undercarriage; her beautiful pink labia hanging from her vulva. She adjusted her ass and legs around my arms so I could kiss, lick, and finger all of her orifices. I could open her labia enough to completely cover my mouth with her glistening, pink lips; I could also capture them in my mouth and stretch them outward several inches. Marlene pulled her mother back against the front of her body. When my hands weren't busy probing her deep wells I moved them to Marie's nipples covering them with her slick juices unless Marlene got my fingers first and licked them clean. With my tongue lapping at the sweet juices flowing from her mother's deep well Marlene reached down and captured the long clitoral sheath between the swollen lips of her vulva then began rubbing it between her finger and thumb. "Oh my goodness that feels wonderful!" Marie muttered. My mother was quickly swept away by the sensations created by her son-in-law and daughter. Her hips began to buck in spasms; guttural sounds emanated from her throat, her head tossed from side to side, she gasped for air. A moment later Marie cried out then went limp. Marlene smiled at me and moved her fingers from the lips of her mother's cunt to her mouth. Several minutes later Marie asked Marlene, "Where did you learn to do that?" With a slight chuckle she replied, "I just do the things I enjoy being done to me. There isn't anything really to learn; if your lover does something you really enjoy just try it with someone else." It was late afternoon by the time Marie left going back home. We agreed to come up to see her and help her with canning a few weeks later and we hinted that we may do some more "playing around". Marlene teased her about going to the river and going skinny dipping us but Marie just laughed. "I haven't done that since before you were born." For almost a year Marlene and I had been rehashing a subject that we had supposedly settled before we married; we had both agreed we did not want children. However, Marlene's biological clock began ticking loudly in her early thirties and she wanted to revisit the subject. We decided to seek the help of a couple with whom we had met at an adult Meet and Greet. Both had Doctorate degrees in Psychology and experience in marriage counseling; both also enjoyed open nudity and the "lifestyle". Our first meeting was at the Sarasota Beach Club, a private nudist club. Sid, the husband, summarized our first meeting as, "The problem you face is simple, as I'm sure you know it, what each of you want is diametrically opposed to each other. The solution is also simple, one of you gives in to the wishes of the other which could cause a life time of misery or you split and go your separate ways. It is really that simple." He was correct in that we did know the problem and we did know the solution but bringing it out with everyone nude did seem to take some of the sting out the solution and paying for the advice. Our next meeting was at our home where we sat around nude and discussed ways to lessen the impact of splitting up. Erin, the wife, told us that was all the counseling we needed from them then invited us to their home for drinks but, that's a story for another time. As we headed out of town on Friday evening to see Marlene's parents; we knew we would have to break the news to them sooner or later even though we had not made any definite plans. In spite of a pending divorce our sex life had not faltered; we still loved sex and we continued to enjoy it fully, even as we traveled up the highway. When we arrived Marie was, as usual, in the kitchen cooking and John met us at the door and helped get our luggage to our room. I went into the kitchen to say hello to Marie while Marlene freshened up from the mess my fingers had created as we drove along the highway. I hugged Marie tightly and gave her sweet bottom a pat and a squeeze just before John walked into the room asking about our trip up. With Marie sitting directly across from me at the dinner table she slipped off a sandal and ran her foot between my legs; I opened my legs just a bit so my cods could enjoy her playfulness. Marlene rubbed her hand up the inside of my thigh and into her mother's foot; we exchanged smiles as John droned on about something. John did not go back to work after dinner so while he sat in the living room and watched, mostly slept, television the three of us sat in the kitchen and drank wine and cut up until bedtime. Once we were in Marlene's old room she wanted to engage in our usual sexual antics. She loved doing all those things in her childhood bed that she wasn't supposed to do before she was married; she seemed to delight in being very open and vocal about it. The bathroom door between our bedroom and her parent's bedroom was almost always open unless John was using the bathroom. "Maybe if Daddy hears us fucking it will give him some ideas." She giggled at her cunning. After plenty of time for warm up the springs in Marlene's old bed began squeaking in rhythm to our movements; she made no effort to quell her grunts and giggles as we alternated who was on top, which end was up, or right side/left side. Her scheme worked; just as we were winding down we saw the glow of a dim light come on in her parent's room then the sound of a drawer opening. Marlene whispered, "Mother's getting a rubber out; she won't let Daddy fuck her any more without a rubber since she has caught him screwing around so many times." I reasoned that maybe they thought using a rubber for protection from venereal diseases was not as sinful as using it for contraception. We listened carefully and it was only a few minutes until we heard squeaking springs and a thumping headboard coming from her parent's room. Marlene couldn't stand it; she just had to sneak out of bed quietly to watch her parents screwing from the bathroom. The Mother-In-Law Ch. 03 It was about seven o'clock the next morning when I entered the kitchen, said my "good mornings", and sat down to get my coffee. As usual John sat at the end of the table behind his newspaper. Marie gave me a coy smile and stood between John and I as she poured my coffee; she was wearing her usual housecoat over her thin cotton gown. "Did you sleep well?" she asked as she slowly filled my cup. I answered in the affirmative and carefully moved my hand under her gown and between her knees. She turned around to block her husband's view and asked him questions about his plans for the day; in his typical fashion he continued to read the paper and grunt in response to her questions. I moved my hand higher and felt her soft, fleshy vulva covered with pubic hair obviously matted from the copious amounts of liquids that flowed from her well as John had pounded her from behind the previous evening. She opened her legs slightly and my center two fingers slipped into her slick tunnel up to my knuckles; she looked over her shoulder at me when she heard the squishy sound of my fingers moving in the creamy liquid. After several minutes she squeezed my hand between her legs to signal me she was about to move away. I carefully moved my hand from the warmth of her cunt then rested my elbow on the table with my hand close to my nose as I sipped my coffee. Marie brought me a stack of pancakes then sat across the table from me; again her toes played with my cods as I enjoyed the aroma on my hand and the taste of her, uh...pancakes. Marlene came into the kitchen a short time later wearing one of my skimpy, thin tee shirts just as her Dad was getting ready to leave; the tee shirt was thin enough to show off her hard nipples underneath and short enough to just barely cover her sweet ass. "Did you have a good night Daddy?" she asked smiling as she hugged him then winked at her mother. It was obvious that he did not want to talk to his daughter about getting laid or the fucking she had gotten which had started the sequence of events; he could not even look at her in the skimpy tee shirt. Daddies are like that I guess. Once John was gone Marie, as usual, shed her robe over the back of her chair for the comfort of her light, flowered, cotton gown. Marlene filled her coffee mug and joined us at the table by straddling her mother's lap. "So Mother who got the action started last night, you or Daddy? With a firm smack on her daughter's ass, "When I first heard you guys I decided your Daddy had better get ready or I was going to come in and join you. I asked him if we were going to let our daughter out do us." Marlene told her, "I got up to watch you. It looked like you were into giving him an awesome blow job." Marie smacked her daughters ass again, "You have got to stop watching us and stop being vulgar; so I like giving oral sex." Marlene giggled then looked at me, "I told you I learned my "oral talents" from my mother." I nodded in agreement as Marlene moved off of her mother's lap and around the table to my lap. I could feel the heat of her cunt through my pajamas as she wiggled her ass teasing me. "What about you stud did you want to go in and help Daddy put a smile on Mother's face?" We all laughed even as Marie scolded us for being so terrible. The rest of the weekend was uneventful save for some patting and touching. I spent the day disking the citrus grove near the house and the girls' canned beans. We did have some fun in the shower when John went to close a couple of the stores; nothing serious just good clean fun. It turned out that was our last weekend all together. A month later John had a stroke and needed around the clock bed care once he got out of the hospital; Marlene took a sabbatical from the university and moved back home to help with the store businesses. I traveled back and forth on weekends to help but about six weeks later Marlene informed me, with tears in her eyes, she had gotten together with her old, high school boyfriend, Mike, and they wanted to get married and have children. The Church annulled our marriage and the civil divorce was final a few months later. There's no need to go any further than that. On a sunny Saturday morning about three months after our divorce I was sitting out on the patio in my boxers reading the paper when I heard a car pull into the drive way. I looked out the front window to see if it was someone that I would need to put on more clothes for. I immediately recognized the car and knew there was no need for me to dress further. It was Marie, my ex-mother, at least in the eyes of the Church. Don't be concerned that I don't always put the "ex" in front of mother-in-law, or wife for that matter. "Good morning Beautiful! This is a wonderful surprise." I said as I kissed her cheeks. "I wasn't sure if you would want to see me." "Marie you know better than that; you will always be in my heart. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of you and Marlene too for that matter." Then I added a bit of naughtiness, "Sometimes I have to take a cold shower just thinking about you." Marie giggled then gave me one of her most delicious kisses; her body melted against me. I also took note that her skirt was much shorter than usual and her blouse opened a bit lower showing the swells of her breasts; Marlene had certainly been a good influence on her mother. I decided to go ahead and ask, "Would you like for me fix you a bite to eat or just take you to bed?" "She smiled a sultry smile, "Take me to bed but, I have tinkle first." I lead her into the master bath and as she stood in front of the toilet I lifted her skirt to her waist then slipped my hands into the waist band of her new French cut bikini panties; that was the first time I had seen her wearing anything but full cut, granny panties and she looked delicious in them. I lowered the nylon and lace fabric down her long shapely legs all the way to her feet. She supported herself with her hands on my shoulders as she lifted each foot out of the silky material. I stood up and held her panties to my nose to enjoy the aroma absorbed during her morning drive. As usual she sat down, unrolled the needed tissue, and assumed her perfect posture with her hands folded in her lap. I bent over and kissed her sweet lips as the whizzing sound of urine began splashing into the water below. Leaving the tissue in her lap she reached into the fly of my boxers and pulled my swelling cock into the open. She studied it lovingly then leaned forward and took it into her mouth. A few minutes after the splashing in the bowl stopped Marie sat up straight, leaned to the side, and dabbed the tissue beneath her bottom then flushed the toilet. She left my completely engorged cock protruding from my fly and washed her hands. I adjusted the pillows on the bed so I could prop up to again watch the show of my mother undressing. With her shorter skirt I was immediately treated to the sight of her beautiful cunt as she slipped off her heels and lifted a foot to the edge of the bed to roll one of her stockings down her long, shapely leg; her eyes locked on mine as I watched every movement from unfastening the clasp of her garter belt to slowly moving the stocking down her leg. She repeated the process with the other leg noting my still engorged cock. She moved her bare foot over the length of my cock several times before beginning to unbutton her blouse. She hung up her blouse then stepped out of her skirt and hung it up. She smiled a coy smile as she reached back to unfasten her bra and toss it to me; I rubbed the silky fabric over my cock as she unfastened her garter belt. Marie stood beside the bed several minutes to allow me to admire her gorgeous body then she crawled onto the bed. I removed my boxers as my mother stretched out on her stomach giving me a complete view of her back from head to toe. I was in no hurry and wanted to enjoy Marie's body completely. I moved to the foot of the bed, lifted her lower legs, and began to kiss her feet; she purred like a kitten as I kissed each foot then took each toe into my mouth. Her body shivered as I swirled my tongue around each toe. She opened her legs for me to lay between them and view her cunt as I kissed the backs of her thighs. I moved higher to the firm, round cheeks of her sweet ass showering every inch with kisses. I spread her cheeks with my hands to get a good look at all the secret places I had enjoyed in the past with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock; I inhaled her scent and saw droplets of a glistening liquid along the edges of her exposed labia. I moved close enough for the tip of my nose to lightly touch the petals of her tightly puckered rear orifice and then move lower to her puffy vulva. Marie lifted her hips slightly and my tongue began to lap deep into her wet slit. "I want to feel you in my bottom." Marie whispered. I moved slowly up her back kissing every inch along her spine when I reached her shoulders I could feel the tip of my cock brushing against the soft pubic hair; Marie pushed back against my cock trying to align it with one of her holes. I quickly reached in the bedside night stand for lubricant. "Let me do that." Marie said. She took the tube and rubbed the slick lube over the head of my cock and down my shaft then put a dab on my finger. "You take care of my bottom." She said rolling back onto her stomach and opening her legs. I just had to have another taste of her sweet ass so before using the dab of lube on my fingers; I let my tongue dance around the wishing well. Marie giggled and wiggled her hips at my playfulness. I rubbed the lube on my finger around her tight orifice and into opening up to my first finger joint then admired my work. I put a pillow under Marie's hips then took my cock in hand and guided it to the center; Marie relaxed and the head of my cock slipped into her tight, hot hole. She let out a soft moan as I impaled her completely with my cock. She opened her legs further to allow me to use the entire length of my shaft; I felt my cod sack come to rest against the thick nest of hair. "Oh yes, that's the way I want to feel you." I felt her fingers join my cods in the thick hair and began to move in a circular motion. I used the entire length of my cock to move in and out of the tight tunnel made slick by the lubricant. As Marie's fingers picked up their pace I tried to match their rhythm to the point I was slamming into her rather than just smooth stroking in and out. It didn't take long before Marie's moans became grunts and grasps for breath. Her hips came off the pillow as she bucked wildly against my thrusts. I tried hard to not drop my load but I was quickly losing control. The harder I fucked her sweet ass the faster her fingers worked over the long sheath protecting her clit. My toes curled and my cods experienced some type of explosive event that blew spurt after spurt of steamy hot liquid down my shaft and out the much too small spout in the head of my cock. I think my mother and I both cried out some unidentified sound. Neither of us moved for several minutes then I felt Marie milking my cock with the muscles of her ass. We rolled onto our side without disconnecting the tether between us. Within a few minutes Marie and I were snuggle up and sound asleep. It was almost noon before we stirred from our sleep. We ate lunch and talked about what had been happening since we last saw each other. She asked about who I was "seeing" to really find out about who I was fucking. I asked, "You mean who am I screwing?" She smiled and nodded. So I continued, "A few of our old friends have invited me over and I have met a few new ones but nothing like when Marlene and I were married." I asked, "What about you, it has been more than six months since we enjoyed some good loving? Have you had any new lovers?" She hesitated with a smile trying to decide what to tell me. "Just one." Again hesitating to decide how much to tell me. "How did you meet him?" I knew she would tell me the truth if I asked her directly. "He's from Alaska and each year he comes to Florida to get away from the cold weather; he hires out as a carpenter and several times over the years he has done work for us. I hired him to build more shelves in the basement for my canned goods." "He's a tall bearded man with long graying hair braided into a pony tail; I was always fascinated by him; I have never been close to someone like him. I had never kissed a man with facial hair; let alone have one go down on me." "I took some iced tea to him and sat talking to him while he worked; I noticed that the sides of his bib overalls were unbuttoned and he didn't have on any underwear. I couldn't get him off of my mind; I made a comment about living in the Alaska wilderness without a woman for so long." "I was standing close beside him and he took my hand and slid it into the open side of his overalls; my hand quickly found that all his tools were not stored in his tool box." She blushed then chuckled at her humor. "He called it his pry bar and it moved in my hand and began to swell; I told him I really wanted to see it so he unfastened the bib of his overalls and let it fall." She paused unable to give me full details; I decided to help her. "Did you demonstrate your oral talents for him?" "Yes, just for a few minutes then he lifted me onto the bench he had built and tore my panties off; he demonstrated his oral talents before using his pry bar on me." She again chuckled at her humor. "Did you enjoy him taking you that way?" "Yes, it was rather fast and furious the first time. The second day he took his time; we had to be quiet so John and his nurse couldn't hear us upstairs. The third day I turned up the TV before going down stairs. I paid him for his work then we had a final tryst before he left." She hesitated then chuckled, "I love the bench he built for me; the feel of the bare wood against my body." "Do you think I should come up sometime and try out your new bench with you?" She laughed, gave me a kiss, and then told me, "I tried Marlene's technique of pulling up my panties and letting the "results" dry while I wore them. My panties were soaked but I managed to stand it until I took my evening bath. I didn't care for it as much as Marlene does or rather did." "I had a rash on my neck and chest from his beard for several days but I told everyone it was from mowing the grass. Of course no one else knew about the rash between my legs." We shared several stories about some of our early sexual exploits; I realized that Marie, like her daughter, liked to talk about her sex life even though it was rather limited compared to her daughter's. Unlike Marlene however, she did not use vulgarity. Marie could not say fuck to save her life; her version was cute and sexy but not at all erotic. She later admitted, "Since we have moved John to the nursing home and I have more time to myself I would really like to explorer a few of the things you and Marlene have." "Like what?" "For the longest time I have been thinking about what Marlene said about having two men make love to you at the same time; I think I'm ready to try that if you are willing to help me." She continued, "I would also like to do something daring like when you took Marlene to the dirty movies for her birthday." "Have you talked to Marlene about any of this?" "No, since she married Mike we don't talk about sex anymore; she's a totally different person now. I don't know if she misses it any more but I certainly do." "Let me give it some thought and I will try to come up with something special for you." My mother fell into my arms and kissed me passionately; I immediately felt a twitch in my shorts at the thought of what was to come. While I had thoroughly enjoyed our wonderful early morning ass fucking, for months I had thought of how much I missed eating my mother's delicious pussy; how much I wanted to feel my face buried in her thick, soft hair and juicy labia, how much I wanted to smell the aroma of her juices with every breath I took, how much I wanted to hear the soft squishing sound of my fingers and tongue as they probed and lapped her juices. I turned Marie onto her back and slid down between her long legs; I moved my face over the downy soft hair covering her crotch from thigh to thigh, I inhaled her aroma. I moved my hands beneath the back of her thighs and lifted her legs toward her shoulders. Her beautiful cunt was completely open and displayed before me. I began at the very bottom of her puffy vulva and licked upward through the dark pink slit. Her labia easily gave way to my tongue; I sucked her long clitoral sheath between my lips, my tongue pressed the tiny pearl against the roof of my mouth. Marie moaned and pushed her hips even higher. "Oh Will, I have missed you going down on me. Many nights I have imagined you using your tongue on me as I played with my vibrator." I slipped my finger through the hair matted by my earlier lubrication job and into the tunnel that helped her maintain her virginity until her wedding night; the tunnel that helped her and John through her fertile days. My thumb slipped into the always much wetter, much hotter tunnel her daughter had encouraged her to share with me some months earlier. With her feet back on the mattress Marie was free to move her hips in rhythm to my playful digits and tongue. My face was already covered with her slick, glistening juices; every breath I took I inhaled her delightful, musky aroma. I was in hog heaven. Marie closed her legs against my head, raised her hips off the bed, and let out a scream then fell to the mattress gasping for air. I rolled over on my back and Marie quickly moved down my body to take my engorged cock in her mouth; the lips and tongue worked their magic around my glans then down my shaft. In only minutes my nuts were pumping spurts of hot liquid into her mouth; she didn't let a single drop go to waste then she left my entire phallus clean and shining with her saliva. I absolutely had the most wonderful mother ever and I have more stories to tell you about this extraordinary woman and her search to explorer her sexuality. The Mother-In-Law Ch. 04 Writer's Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the story line is true the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. Safe sex was not an issue in the early seventies but should be a concern for everyone today. ***** After a playful shower my former mother, Marie, and I threw on a few clothes then ate a late lunch on the patio. The orange trees surrounding my house were in full bloom and put off a wonderfully sweet aroma. Marie talked about Marlene, her daughter and my former wife, and how she had changed since she remarried; it was obvious that she and her daughter had been having conversations about the sexual liaisons we had experienced during our six years of marriage. "Did you know Mike was her first lover?" "Yes, that was one of the stories she shared with me when we were first married. She also told me about getting rubbers from one of the stores when her Daddy wasn't looking." I chuckled then added, "I guess she had been had been watching you and John and decided to give it a try; obliviously you taught her well." I chuckled more as she smacked my arm. "She also told me about you finding her rubbers too." "I did; I was really upset with her too. She swore that she was not having sex that she only wanted to see what they looked like because the girls at school were talking about them." After a short pause she changed the subject. "I was upset with her for letting you leave that last night after she told you about wanting a divorce. I wanted you to stay for the weekend; I was planning on taking you down to the basement so you could help me label the new canning jars." She gave me a coy smile then leaned over and gave me a kiss. Then she added, "We heard you didn't go straight home that night." I knew my secret was out. "Debbie told us you stopped by to see her then she finally admitted that you spent the night." I changed the subject because I had gotten together with Debbie, my former sister and Marie's daughter-in-law, several times and didn't want to cause family friction. "Oh, I finally got the pictures back I made of you and Marlene; let me get them." There were two dozen prints I had gotten a friend to process; they were all beautiful black and white, very tastefully done nude prints of my wife and mother. My favorite was of Marie sitting at a vanity brushing her hair; it was so detailed the pleasure bumps on her areola were clearly visible. Another favorite was one of Marie and Marlene standing, leaning against each other, their shoulder touching, and their arms folded beneath their breasts, their nipples clearly distended. Marie said after going over all of them, "I hope you limit who gets to see them if you hang them up with the others; I like the thought of you seeing me nude every day but I really don't want everyone to see me nude." She was referring to the montage of nude photos of Marlene hanging in the hall way outside the master bedroom; neither Marlene nor Marie could take them home where their husbands would see them so I got keep them. Marie brought up another topic we had talked about earlier, "Are you going to invite one of your friends over while I'm here?" "Are you sure you are ready for that; two guys at the same time?" "Do you have someone in mind that you and Marlene have been with?" Sometimes I wondered if Marie was trying to compete with her daughter; she seemed to delight in the fact that they had already shared the long time family insurance salesman and her son. "Yes, he and his wife were the first couple with whom we shared partners. I have no doubt that Marlene would rate him highly as a possible lover for you. Do you want me to call him?" She nodded "yes". I picked up the phone and dialed our friend, Paul. Paul's wife, Megan, was away at a conference so he was home alone; he trusted me and didn't ask any questions about the invitation. He agreed to come by. "Tell me about him." Marie said. Paul was about six feet tall, a good looking guy of Mediterranean descent with black curly hair, blue eyes, and olive complexion. But, that was not what I told Marie. "Just trust me; you will like him. I'm not going to say anything to him about why he was invited; just let things develop as they may. If you change your mind just tell us and it will not go any further." Paul arrived just as he said he would and brought with him several bottles of Chianti and several new record albums; one was a new Chicago album. Paul's immediate response on seeing Marie was, "Oh my god, you have to be Marlene's sister," he paused, "but I'm certain she does not have a sister." When I introduced Marie as Marlene's mother he was still skeptical. We poured wine and sat on a cozy sofa in the den listening to Paul's new music. When the song, Color my World began to play Paul asked Marie to dance with him; she readily agreed. He pulled her into his arms instead of using the traditional dance stance with arms extended and Marie responded by wrapping her arms around his neck. Half way through the two and a half minute song Paul's hands dropped from the small of her back to the firm, round cheeks of Marie's lovely ass; she ran her hands up his neck and entangled her fingers in his hair. The next song also had a slow beat but the couple dancing no longer moved their feet; they swayed to the slow sound with their bodies grinding against each other. Paul's hand moved from the firm, round cheeks of Marie's lovely ass to the full, round mounds of her breasts. She pressed her hips against his lean body. I had no doubt that she was already feeling what her daughter had on several occasions described as a "well endowed delight" even though he was really only an inch longer, not counting the protruding foreskin, and only slightly larger in girth than my cock; at least that was the results our wives had gotten one night when they decided to measure our cocks. Paul's hands unbuttoned Marie's blouse as they kissed each other passionately. I decided to join my mother in her new adventure. I moved behind her, raised her short skirt up to her hips, and ran my hands over the white porcelain skin exposed by her new French cut panties. I pressed my loins against her sweet ass in rhythm to their swaying; my hands moved slowly up and down her hips and thighs as I pressed against her firm mounds of flesh. Marie's blouse was open and Paul's hands lifted her bra above her full, round breasts; he lowered his head to kiss her nipples. Her chest heaved to supply the needed oxygen rich blood to her brain while at the same time pumping fresh blood to her dilating vulva. In one smooth motion Marie's unbuttoned blouse and unfastened bra fell to the floor leaving her completely bare from the waist up. She reached to unbutton Paul's shirt completely comfortable with being exposed to two men for the very first time; one being a complete stranger. I lifted my shirt over my head as Paul's shirt fell to the floor. We immediately pulled Marie to us and began devouring each of her breasts; a deep sigh escaped her lips as her hands reached out to the front of our trousers and unfasten our zippers. I felt her hand inside my pants reaching for my swelling cock; just as her left hand pulled my cock into the open her right hand pulled Paul's swollen cock into the open. The look on her face clearly showed both surprise and admiration for the already engorged cocks in her hands. We took a break from her heaving breasts to enjoy the sight of my beautiful mother standing in the middle of the room holding two erect cocks, one in each hand. "Marlene told me it was empowering to hold two hard men in your hands at the same time; she was certainly right." Marie said as she smiled at her achievement and moved her hands slowly back and forth on our hard cocks. After a few minutes of playing with our hard cocks Marie sat down on the edge of the sofa and took turns covering each one with kisses; after each cock was covered with kisses she took turns taking each one into her warm mouth as deeply as possible. She tried Paul's uncircumcised cock both covered and uncovered. With each attempt she gently tugged until our cocks were almost head to head; she looked up for our reaction to having our cocks so close together then slipped both into her mouth. Paul and I had been in this situation several times with our wives and did not mind that our cocks got close together or touched while double penetrating our wives orally or even vaginally. Yes, we had double penetrated our wives vaginally; Paul's wife, Megan, could easily take two cocks vaginally, maybe because she had birthed two children, but Marlene had found it uncomfortable. After several minutes of experiencing Marie's oral talents I told Paul, "You really should go down on her; she is unbelievably delicious and unbelievably beautiful." Paul held out his hand to lift her off the sofa. I unfastened her skirt and held it for her to step out of then Paul joined me to cover her torso and thighs with kisses. We slowly lowered her light blue, French cut, panties over her full, round hips, lovely firm ass then down her long shapely legs. You could clearly see the amazement on his face at seeing her beautiful cunt for the first time. He toyed and played with her large, exposed labia and kissed and licked every square centimeter of her delicious, glistening, juicy cunt; while Paul demonstrated his oral talents on Marie, she demonstrated her oral talents on me. It wasn't long before she began moving her hips, slowly at first, then faster as her need to release her sexual energy increased. As Paul brought her to a very animated orgasm, somewhat muffled by my cock in her mouth, I plucked and pinched her nipples; like her daughter, she always loved having her nipples stimulated. After it was over Marie told us, "Every time I think I have experienced the most amazing orgasm ever the next one takes me even beyond the previous one. One day I expect to have an orgasm so intense that I will just explode into a billion small particles." Marie sat between us on the sofa as we laughed and drank more wine while we waited for her to recuperate from her orgasm. "Will tells me the two of you have had sex with my daughter at the same time." Marie said. I was surprised that she was able to bring up the topic so quickly or even at all but she was quickly becoming more interested in her sexuality and exploring where it might take her. She had gone from a faithful, pillar of the church and community, wife and mother to a wanton woman desperate to experience a variety of sexual pleasures in a matter of months. "Yes we have; and with my wife too. Is that something you are interested in trying." Paul replied. "I would but I should tell both of you that I am both very excited about the possibility and rather nervous, maybe a little scared, at the same time." She added. Paul and I assured her with tenderness and lots of kisses that she would be fine. Marie reached out and wrapped her hand around Paul's cock, "If you don't mind I would love to try this on before we get too far along." "I would be honored for you to try it out." Paul said. Marie stretched out on the sofa with her head in my lap; I was close enough to watch as she guided his Impressive cock toward the thick patch of hair and into the open, moist lips between her splayed legs. One leg was up on the back of the sofa and the other one open enough for her foot to rest on the floor. Paul fit perfectly in her saddle; he grasped her hips and repeatedly slammed into her with a force that caused her to emit loud yelps and groans. I held her full breasts in my hands to keep them from shaking violently; with each thrust his cod sack smacked against the soft cushions of her ass. *****8 After a short time Marie grunted, "Wait! Let me turn over." She said gasping for breath. Once she was on her knees with her beautiful ass open and high in the air she rested her upper torso on the sofa and extended her arms against the arms of the sofa to give her leverage. Paul again took hold of her hips and began his long powerful thrusts into the depths of my mother's hot cunt. I stood beside her for several minutes watching the large, glistening mass move in and out of her wet cunt before taking a seat on the coffee table beside them. On several occasions Marlene and I had talked with Paul and Megan about how much we loved watching our spouses being fucked by someone else, especially a good friend; we agreed that we were all consummate voyeurs. Marlene and I had on several occasions watched her Mother get fucked by her father from the shadows of the bathroom which adjoined two of bed rooms in their home; now I had a ring side seat to watch Marie get fucked by our good friend Paul. I wished Marlene could have been there to watch the event with me. Minutes later Marie's body began to tremble, she stretched her body out like a cat after a nap, her fists clenched, and the primal sounds that emanated from her throat sounded like a crosscut saw cutting a log; she gasped for breath then sighed a long sigh. Marie was glowing from her fuck with Paul. Paul and I watched with amazement as she walked down the hall to the bathroom; her hips and sweet cheeks seemed to float in unison and she moved. We smiled at each other then heard the whizzing sound as she began to void her bladder. When she returned she had a big grin on her face, "So are you ready to teach me the ropes of this two guy thing?" "We are ready." Paul told her. "Since you are familiar with the equipment do you have a preference for which one goes where?" "Well, I a wonderful anal workout with Will this morning so if you would like to give that a try that will be fine; just go slow to start." Paul gave her a kiss saying, "I certainly will." I threw a thick comforter over the heavy, ship's hatch, coffee table I had been sitting on watching my mother get fucked by my friend; that gave us room to move and the strength to keep us from sagging down like the sofa. Marie straddled me and guided my cock into the heat of her cunt; she was still soaking wet. "Would you like for me to try joining Will in your vagina before I try your sweet bottom?" "Sure, but be careful; I'm not sure I can stretch that much." I felt the head of Paul's cock along the base of my cock as he tried to align it along the softer underside of my shaft. We had done this several times with his wife and knew how to proceed in order to give her maximum pleasure. I watched the expression on Marie's face as I felt Paul's slow push along the length of my shaft; it was certainly a snug fit but Marie's face did not show any displeasure, certainly not pain. "Oh my goodness; I didn't think you could get all the way in; it feels wonderful." She slowly purred as she squeezed us with her sphincter muscles. Paul held onto her hips while I began slow, short strokes with my cock. Marie's beautiful tits covered my face and swayed back and forth; my tongue licked her nipples as each one passed over my face. I stopped my strokes and let Paul take a turn before we both began to move in and out of her tight slick cunt; Marie loved it. She moved her hand between us and found her clit, as we continued our strokes Marie's fingers worked feverishly over her long sheath; several times she moved her fingers to my mouth to wet them. She came with a scream and quickly requested, "Please Paul, pull out!" When Paul did as requested a gush of air also exited her pussy and made that pussy fart sound to expel excess air. Marie was embarrassed. She sat up straight on my cock and fluffed her hair with her fingers. She took a deep breath then reached out for Paul's still very hard cock. She gave it a pat on the head like it was a puppy dog then leaned over and gave it a kiss. "I don't know if my poor muffin will ever be the same." I reached up and gently pinched her nipples then told her, "Squeeze my cock with it." With a good portion of Paul's cock in her mouth I felt her muscles gently squeeze my cock several times; she obviously had excellent recuperative powers. With a hard cock in her mouth and me pinching her nipples she quickly began a slow grinding motion with her hips. "I'm ready to try the other way now if you will hand me that tube of lubricant please." She told Paul. Paul did as requested and Marie pushed back his foreskin then covered the shinny purple head of his cock and its long hard shaft. As she had done with me early that morning she put a dab of lube on his finger; Paul knew exactly where it was to go. Marie leaned forward her full round tits again rolling over my face. Again I felt Paul's cock near the base of my cock and cod sack; Marie grimaced slightly as he pushed the large head into her tight, rear orifice. I felt the length of his cock slide along the length of my cock with only a thin membrane separating them. Marie was more relaxed and we quickly picked up a fast rhythm with alternating strokes. I felt Paul's cod sack smack against mine; he created another smacking sound as his body slammed against Marie's flanks. Marie was primed and ready to explode; she grunted, moaned, and cried as we continually pounded her delicious cunt and tight, sweet ass. I squeezed her bouncing tits and bit her rock hard nipples. Paul smacked the cheeks of her ass with his hand as he slammed into her ass. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" She screamed as the torture continued until she went limp and fell on my body gasping for breath. I wasn't sure about Paul but somewhere toward the end I dumped my load into the already sopping wet tunnel. When Paul moved off the table I could clearly see his cock was also covered with a slimy, white cream; long streamers of the creamy liquid fell from his foreskin slid to the floor. When Marie moved away from the table there was a cream pie that fell from her swollen labia and onto the inside of her thigh. She quickly moved to recover her panties and pulled them up her long, shapely legs; like mother like daughter. Marie scooped up the cream pie slowly moving down her thigh with a finger then wiped it on her panties. Marlene had obviously told her mother how she loved feeling semen ooze into her panties and dry As Marie tried to collect herself she commented, "I think every cell in my body may have short circuited. You guys did a wonderful job; thank you Will for helping to put this together and thank you both for giving me a memory to last me for a life time." Paul mentioned, "My wife is going to be upset that she was left out. I hope the four of us can get together sometime." Marie smiled, "That would be wonderful." After Paul left Marie and I sat up late and talked about her new experience and other experiences she wanted to have; she told me she really like to meet Megan sometime. I assured her I would get with them and plan something soon. She surprised me with, "Sometime I want to pick up a complete stranger in a bar; maybe even a married man and have a one night stand in a cheap motel." We both laughed then she reminded me that she would need to leave early in the morning to make it home in time to get ready for Sunday Mass. The following weekend I was sitting on the patio early one Saturday morning reading the newspaper and drinking coffee when I was interrupted by the phone ringing. When I answered it I immediately recognized my mother's voice. She used to call me from a pay phone so the call would not be on the family bill but since moving her husband into a nursing home she no longer worried about that. "When are you going to come see me again?" I asked her. The Mother-In-Law Ch. 04 "Soon, there's another conference scheduled in Tampa next weekend." After some conversation about how she was doing and what she wanted to do when she came down Marie got to the point of her call. "I need a favor; I met a lady in Tampa during my last Catholic Women's Conference and we became friends; her name is Ronnie. She called me last night and asked if I knew anyone who was knowledgeable about guns; she's a widow and has several of her late husband's guns that she wants to get out of her house because she is afraid of them. I told her about you; would you call her and see if you could help her." I agreed to call her and try to help her. I waited until about nine o'clock before I called Ronnie about the guns. She told me she afraid of them and just wanted to get rid of them; they were the last remnants of her late husband and she just wanted them out of her house. The tone of her voice told me she did not have fond memories of her late husband. I drove down to Tampa after lunch and found her address in a very exclusive neighborhood along the bay. An attractive, well dressed woman in her fifties answered the door. "Hello, are you Ronnie?" "I am. You must be Will." "Wow!" I exclaimed. "Excuse me?" I chuckled, "I was expecting a little, old granny." Ronnie laughed, "Come on in. For your information I am a little, old granny." Again I said, "Wow!" She laughed again then added, "Marie told me you were a charmer but, thank you for the compliment." Then she led me inside, "If you don't mind I would really like get this gun stuff out of the way then if you aren't in a hurry maybe you will join me for a drink." As she led me into a huge bedroom I replied, "I'm never in a hurry to leave a beautiful woman." "Thank you, flattery will get you everywhere." She said with a coy smile. Maybe "beautiful" was a bit of an over statement but she was attractive and why not give her a compliment. I remembered a quote from Marilyn Monroe I had recently read, "Every girl should be told she is beautiful, even if she isn't." She led me down a hall giving me an opportunity to admire her 5'2", 110 pound, perfectly shaped frame from the back; I was impressed. Her short, curly blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes gave her a rather sexy and sassy look. Her close fitting, summer dress gave a hint of the garter belt that held up the seamed stockings which encased her shapely legs; the high heels added to the smooth sway fo her lovely ass. "One gun is in here. I'm afraid of them so they haven't been touched since my late husband died earlier this year." She said as she moved to the night stand beside the bed. I glanced down as she opened a drawer then just as quickly slammed it shut but, not before I saw the sizable "personal" vibrator lying beside the gun. "Well that was embarrassing." She said as she turned a bit red and put her head against my arm. "Don't be embarrassed, that's exactly where my wife kept hers'. Marie would have kept hers' in the same place if she didn't have to hide it from her husband. Here, let me get the gun out for you." I reached in the drawer, picked up the snub nosed revolver, opened the cylinder, removed the ammo, and put it in my back pocket while trying not to think about the pretty woman beside me pleasuring herself with the vibrator. "The next one is almost as embarrassing as the first one; it's in my panty drawer." She said moving toward a large dresser and again leaning against me. I had to chuckle a bit, "I won't tell Marie how easy it was to get into your panties." Ronnie was compelled to laugh then smack my arm, "You little devil." She seemed to enjoy my humor; we both laughed as she opened the drawer full of every color of panties made. I had to feel for the gun hidden beneath the pile of garments that had at some point encased the secrets of this very sexy woman. I first found a silk sachet with a delightful aroma. I was amazed at the wide variety of styles from cotton, granny panties to a lace g-string and everything in between. Finally, I pulled out a semi-automatic pistol; I removed the fully loaded magazine, cleared the chamber, and dropped it in my other back pocket. "Now go put those in your car to get them out of my house then let's have that drink; I need one after that experience." I returned to the kitchen after taking the guns to my car and joined Ronnie on the stools around the counter; she handed me a cold Margarita. I couldn't resist saying, "That was quite an adventure." With a coy smile she asked, "What, getting into my panties...ah, drawer or finding my vibrator?" I smiled, "Both. And I enjoyed your having a sense of humor about it too." We sat very close, sipped our drinks, and talked about how she knew Marie; I was interested in how much Marie may have told her about us. During the conversation she often leaned close and touched my hand, arm, or shoulder. "We met at one of the Catholic Women's Conferences several months ago." She laughed. "When we went to lunch we had one too many cocktails then decided to play hooky. After a few more drinks we decided to come to the house to sober up before she had to drive home." "She is a wonderful woman and an even better mother." I told her. "She told me about your divorce; that was such a shame. She's a very sexy woman too; I cannot believe she has difficulty keeping her husband in line." After a pause she added, "She thinks very highly of you; it's good you are close." I tried to read between the lines but wasn't sure if she knew Marie and I had been fucking or not. I also was not sure if her body language was telling me more than what her words were saying; her looks and touches seemed to be inviting. I would just have to try to see how far she would go. "Did Marie tell you what I did when she left here to go home?" I shook my head "no" giving her an inquisitive look? "I gave her a big, good night kiss." I commented, "Lucky girl; what did she do" "She just smiled, sighed, and said good night. She didn't mention it when I called her last night either; I may have scared her." "I doubt that; Marie is adventurous and wants to test the limits of her sexuality. Be patient; I have no doubt you stirred her interest." I didn't tell Ronnie about our recent "get together" with Paul nor did I mention Marie's interest in getting together for a foursome with Paul and his wife. "Should I assume from the kiss you gave Marie that you are at least bi-curious?" She thought for a minute, "I'm bi-curious; I guess. My daughter has recently told me that she has had affairs with other women in addition to her boyfriend; when I questioned her about it she told me I should try it. I really had not given it much thought until I met Marie." She stood close beside me as she refreshed our drinks; her body was touching mine. I reached up and lowered the tab of the zipper running down the back of her close fitting dress. She looked over her shoulder, "That was rather a bold move." "I could zip it back up if you prefer." She looked at me sternly, "Absolutely not; I like a man who knows when to be bold." I slid the top of her dress off her shoulders, down her arms, and over her hips; Ronnie rested her hands on my shoulders to steady her as she stepped out of the garment. Her eyes widened and she smiled as she reached back and unfastened her bra letting it fall down her arms then tossing it to me. She was not at all shy about standing in front of me in only a her pearl white, bikini panties, garter belt, stockings, and heels; her very ample breasts decorated with silver dollar sized, brown areolas jiggled as she placed her hands on her hips to display her body for my eyes. I pulled her close and immediately began to devour the firm, fleshy mounds with my mouth. She let out a sigh as my lips nipped at her hard nubbins before engulfing a mouth full of delightful flesh. She pressed her pelvis against my leg then adjusted her hips to grind it against me; I could feel her heat on my bare thigh below the leg of my shorts. Her hands moved to the front of my shorts and captured my growing cock beneath the fabric. Ronnie looked into my eyes with passion, "I want you to fuck me like a drunken sailor." She chuckled when I replied, "I don't have much experience as a drunken sailor but I'll try hard." Her hands unfastened my shorts then started pushing my shirt over my head. My shorts fell to my ankles as I lifted her on to the counter; as usual I had not worn underwear so my freed cock sprang up ready for action. She leaned back on her elbows as I opened her legs and pushed them toward her chest. I wallowed my entire head and face against the damp fabric of her panties; she cooed like a dove as I pushed my nose into her slit and shook it gently from side to side. I pushed the crotch of her panties to the side and licked the exposed, brownish pink labia that cascaded down like a wilting flower bloom. As I had guessed she was not a true blonde; her dark pubic hair was sparse, only covering the puffy mounds of her vulva. Her genital area was rather short compared to Marie's; her anus was brown with uneven petals around the entrance but, still very inviting. She wiggled her ass and giggled as my tongue danced around the tightly closed orifice and up and down the sides of her vulva. She yelped slightly as I slipped a finger into the tight, rear entrance. There was sack of apples on the counter beside us. I reached over, removed the tie wrap, and handed it to Ronnie. "Here wrap this around the base of my cock; twist it tight." When I felt the tie wrap tighten around the base of my cock I sat back down on the stool and pulled her on top of me. With one hand behind her I pulled the crotch of her panties aside and thrust my cock deep into her cunt. She wrapped her arms around my neck and with her mouth close to my ear she whispered, "That's the way I like to be fucked; tear my pussy up." Was just one of many comments she made. My hands cupped her ass and lifted her up and down on my cock. Her cunt was sopping wet and made a squishing sound as my cock plowed through the creamy liquid. I wanted more leverage to fuck her harder; I stood up in a stooped stance and wrapped my arms under hers then positioned my hands on her shoulders so I could pull her down with some force as I bucked my hips upward. She liked the change and grunted, "Yes, fuck me like that; tear my pussy up!" My Army Reserve PT training was paying off; I held the unit record for number of Squat-Thrusts completed in three minutes. This "little old granny" was getting the benefit of my conditioning. Ronnie began to grunt and holler, "Yes! Yes! Yes! That's the way to fuck this slut." A few minutes later she changed to, "Enough for a minute; let me catch my breath." I sat back down on the stool with Ronnie still impaled on my cock. I teasingly asked, "You really think a drunken sailor would give you a rest?" I pushed her off my cock, "Get down there and lick up all that slime your cunt has left on my cock!" She did as she was told. My cock was soon cleaned of her creamy juices but glistened with her saliva. "Did you enjoy tasting that nasty cream from your pussy?" She shook her head "yes". "Do you think I should taste your nasty pussy too?" Again she nodded "yes". I lifted her back onto the counter, pulled her panties below her ass and buried my face in her sopping wet cunt; this time I didn't just kiss and lick, I sucked her clit into my mouth and gripped it between my teeth. She screamed and bucked her hips upward. My finger slipped back into her tight ass and began to stroke in and out to the rhythm of my tongue licking her clit. Her body began to go through spasms; she alternated between beating my shoulders with her fists and hugging me with her arms, her nails digging into my back. When her spasms subsided I turned her around, bent her over the counter, and sunk my cock into her cunt. I immediately grabbed her hips and began slamming her flanks. Sounds of our bodies smacking together and the squishing of my cock moving in and out of her sopping wet cunt were almost musical. I was mesmerized by the sight of my cock moving in and out of the red, dilated flesh glistening with her creamy liquid. Each stroke got shorter and was delivered with less force until I froze with my cock deep in the warm, wet cocoon. I held Ronnie's sweet ass against my loins unable to move. It was several minutes before I felt her muscles tighten around my cock; the tie wrap had held back the flood. "Will, I need a drink." I chuckled and stepped backwards pulling my cock out; the cool air in the house soothed my hot and almost numb meat. Ronnie turned around and kissed me passionately before pulling up her panties and moving to the refrigerator for the pitcher of Margaritas'. We sat on the stools sipping our drinks and talking about our just finished fuck. "That was an amazing fuck; I don't think a drunken sailor could have done any better." She laughed. "Have you had much experience with drunken sailors" I asked teasingly. "Only one; but it was certainly one for the books." She kissed my cheek and commented, "But this one will be the whole book." "Tell me more about it." I commanded. After a few more kisses and a sip of her drink she rubbed her tits against my chest. "It was a couple of months after my husband died. I wanted to put some distance between the last fuck with the son-of-a-bitch and my new life. A Navy cargo ship pulled into port for the Labor Day weekend; the ship held an Open House for local people to go aboard tour it and hear the local Navy band play." "A big, menacing, Irish, Chief Petty Officer with a number of scars and even more tattoos showed several of us around the upper decks before he took us to the Mess Deck for coffee and cake; there he turned us over to a young seaman for the rest of the tour. When I left the ship a few hours later I saw the Chief coming out of one of the sleazy bars near the pier; he was obviously three sheets to the wind but I stopped my car to thank him. There was something about him that both intrigued me and repulsed me; I guess I was feeling a little whorish so invited him home with me." "Over dinner and a few more drinks he began to talk about being at sea for four months without a woman. I was intrigued by his crudeness, his naked women tattoos, and his huge rough hands; I assured him that I did not invite him home with me just to feed him. He laughed out loud then shoved his big hand up my dress and ripped my panties off. It scared me for a moment but I recovered and grabbed for his belt and began unfastening it." "When he dropped his boxers to the floor I noticed something terrible looking on the head of his dick. I was afraid he had some disease or something but, when I asked about it he laughed at me." "Sugar," he said, "That's a bumble bee tattoo. That's the mascot of the "Navy Seabees" (Construction Battalion) "It'll bring you good luck if you kiss it." He laughed louder as he pushed my head toward his ugly, flaccid cock." "As I lowered my head closer I could see that it was a bumble bee tattoo. I chuckled as I lowered my head and took it into my mouth; with his girth he practically filled my mouth. I grabbed his huge sack of balls in the other hand and went to work." "As drunk as he was it took some work to get the bumble bee to fly but once it was up it stayed that way for the longest time; that's when I noticed that the tattoo was not only of a bumble bee but it was grinning and showing its teeth." She laughed a hardy belly laugh until tears welled in her eyes. "We fucked all over the den furniture then wound up on the floor. He was fat, ugly, and crude but he was a great fuck; I was sore for a week." "Wow, and you wanted me to match that?" I laughed. Ronnie kissed me saying, "Darling you more than matched him and you are very good looking." She quickly stood up saying, "I'm going to jump in the shower for a minute, I feel so sweaty. Look in the fridge there's a large shrimp cocktail for you; I won't be long." A few minutes later I was dipping nice big shrimp in cocktail sauce and enjoying a cold beer at the counter; I was still nude and with the tie wrap around the base of my cock it was hanging at half-mast, not limp but not hard. All of a sudden I saw the door leading to the garage open and a woman called out, "Hey Mom, it's me!" When she saw me her jaw dropped: she hollered out, "Who in the hell are you and where's my Mom?" I stepped closer to the counter to hide my nudity, "I'm Will, a friend of your Mom's. She's in the shower." As she approached closer I quickly asked, "Would you mind throwing me my shorts on the back of that chair?" Her face was expressionless as she reached for my shorts but instead of tossing them to me she walked around the counter holding them out toward me; she smiled when she saw my condition. "It looks like you and my Mom have been very naughty." She said looking me up and down but mostly down. "We were just having some adult fun." I stammered as she stepped within arms distance from me. She reached out and touched my cock which caused it to pulse; it quickly went from half-mast to a full ninety degrees and rising, "I'm an adult; does that mean I can play too?" I smiled and took my shorts out of her hand and tossed them on the counter, "I feel sure your Mom would want me to share with her daughter." She moved close to my face; my cock still in her hand, "I can smell my Mom's pussy on your face; I wonder if you are as good at eating pussy as I am." Her tongue moved slowly over and around my lips. "You can taste more of your Mom's pussy on my cock too." The thirty something, nerdy looking, brunette wearing glasses and bright red lipstick on her pouty lips slipped to the floor on her knees and examined the tie wrap on my cock, "I'm glad you were gentleman enough to consider my mother's pleasure." With that she took my completely engorged cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the shaft as her head bobbed up and down. She had just gotten started good when a voice said, "Oh my goodness; I see you have met my daughter, Claire." Ronnie entered the room wearing a short top open in the front and quickly moved to my side as her daughter stopped bobbing her head and said, "Hi Mom! I hope I'm not keeping you from anything important." "No Daring, you are just fine; I'm glad you could stop by to meet my friend, Will." Claire looked up from cock level and smiled, "Hi Will, it's nice to meet you." Then she lowered her head and went back to work. I pulled Ronnie close and kissed her lips telling her, "Claire just told me she could smell pussy on my face, I wonder where it could have come from." Claire stood up as we all chuckled leaving my cock glistening with her salvia, "Well if I had to guess I would say that I just tasted my Mom's pussy on your face and cock." She leaned over and kissed her Mom's lips saying, "And you tasted delicious too." Her Mom replied, "Well you should stay a while and let Will taste how delicious youare; he is a very good taster." "I really need to go; Bill is going to pick me up at seven so I can meet my futures for the first time. I stopped by to borrow your black shawl before I got distracted." Ronnie told her, "I'll go get it while Will gives you a taste test; you won't regret it, I promise." "Okay Will, you take charge while she is looking but be quick." I lifted her onto the counter; she was a bit heavier than her Mom but just enough to enhance the symmetry of her curvaceous body. She lifted her firm round ass off the counter enough for me to slide her bikini panties down her short but shapely legs. Like her Mom her patch of pubic hair was sparse and only covered the puffy lips of her vulva; her bright pink labia just barely visible with her legs splayed open. The Mother-In-Law Ch. 04 I placed her feet on each of my shoulders and moved my face close to kiss the delicate flower. Claire squealed as I slipped a finger into her very tightly puckered ass, "What was that for?" I looked up from between her legs, "I'm going to eat your sweet pussy like a Popsicle." She smiled and gripped my finger tightly with her ass. I went back to work kissing and licking her cunt from the bottom to the top; her slit glistened with her creamy juices. As my finger worked in and out of her tight ass my tongue lapped the glistening cream from her almost nonexistent labia. Finally, I sucked her tiny clit into my mouth and flicked the small pearl with my tongue. I quickly became aware of her Mom by my side; Claire began to lift her ass higher and buck against my face. Ronnie began to stroke her daughter's thighs as I continued sucking her clit; Claire gasped for breath and moaned at her building pleasure. She squeezed my finger so tight with her ass that I could not move it in or out of her hot rear receptacle. After a loud squeal Claire collapsed on the counter, "Oh shit! I cannot believe you did that." Her Mom and I smiled at her then I kissed Ronnie's lips so she could have a taste of her daughter's pussy, "Now Mom and daughter have officially tasted each other's pussy. Is that the first time?" "Yes!" they said almost in unison. "So will you try it again?" "Sure!" again almost in unison. I gave Claire's pussy quick kiss before I slipped her panties back up her short, shapely legs then I helped her off the counter. Ronnie and I made good use of our afternoon together. Between our trying to fuck each other's eyes out we discussed eating pussy; Ronnie admitted that she wanted her first bi experience to be with Marie. "Claire wondered which of us was better at eating pussy; she seems to think she is. Would you like to be the judge for that contest?" Ronnie laughed, "We have touched each other playfully on a few occasions but I don't know if she would want to go down on her own mother; I wouldn't stop her if she wanted to." We made tentative plans before I left to get together with Marie for a threesome; I told her that she would probably have to take charge of making things happen with Marie and I told her about Marie's not liking vulgarity. I called Marie that night and told her I was able to help Ronnie get rid of her guns. She laughed and told me she had already called her and found out about our afternoon together. "So would you like for the three of us to get together when you come down next weekend?" "Sure I would love to; I have thought a lot about the kiss she gave me when I left her house. I'm not sure how far I could go but I think the three of us could certainly have a wonderful time." She replied. Marie drove down to my house on Friday evening so we could we could drive the remaining almost forty miles down to Tampa on Saturday morning. The Mother-In-Law Ch. 05 Writer's Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the story line is true the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. Safe sex was not an issue in the early seventies but should be a concern for everyone today. ***** As my former mother, Marie and I got ready to leave my house on Saturday morning I could not help but notice the change she had gone through over the past year; a year earlier she would have looked like June Clever dressed for an afternoon with her bridge club. She would have worn a dress with the hem well below her knees and the top would not have given a hint of the full, firm melons beneath; she would have worn a light sweater over her shoulders, white gloves, a single strand of pearls, and a Jackie Kennedy pill box hat. Her under garments would have been a full girdle to firm her mature, round hips and bottom and to support her light, flesh colored stockings; she would have worn white or light pink cotton, full cut panties, her bra would have been a sturdy, white support bra large enough to fully enclose each breast and thick enough to keep her nipples form giving away their status. Now she was wearing a close fitting dress that flowed over her mature curves like water over a brook; the hem was more than a few inches above her knees. Her dress buttoned up the front and the top button was low enough to show more than just a hint of her cleavage. I had watched my mother as she dressed that morning; she stretched on a new pair of black, nylon stockings with an ivy pattern up the side of her long, shapely legs then attached them to a lacey, black garter belt. She stepped into a pair of black lace, French cut panties and pulled them up her long legs to her waist; from the front the lacey edges followed the juncture of her legs and torso high on her hips then angled downward in the back to cover the inside third of each firm, round cheek. She stored her full, round, "C" cup melons in a lacy, black bra sheer enough to display her large pink areola; she looked more like a cougar on the prowl than a June Clever. I thought of Marie as my mother even though she is legally my former mother-in-law; I often forgot to mention that fact. But whether she was dressed as June Clever, my mother-in-law, or my mother-in-law the cougar, she was one hot, mature woman. As we drove the thirty some miles to Tampa to meet her friend, Ronnie, my right hand moved over her stocking encased thigh; she shifted in her seat to allow her legs to open slightly in case my hand wanted to move higher on her thigh. "Have you thought about what might happen between you and Ronnie?" She chuckled, "I've thought of little else." "What would you like to happen?" "I really would like for it to be like our first time together with Marlene; lots of touching, kissing, and exploring. I'm not sure what else I might try." "I don't think she expects anything of you; I do know she would like for you to be the first woman she goes down on. I've told her how beautiful and how delicious you are and I mentioned that you have lots of thick, natural pubic hair." Marie chuckled, "You didn't leave me with very much with which to surprise her." "Do you think you could touch her pussy; open her lips and feel her wetness?" "Yes, of course I could; I do have one those myself you know." She laughed. "Well I should also warn you that even if she tries to be sensitive to your dislike of vulgarity when she is aroused she cusses like a sailor and she likes her lovers to talk dirty to her." I paused then added, "Just like your daughter does." I smiled at her. "I wish I could have seen you get her that aroused. I want to watch you really ... ah ... get it on with her." "Don't you really mean you want to watch me fuck her?" She nodded her head shyly. "Then tell me you want to watch me fuck Ronnie." I told her as my hand moved further up her thigh. She moved her hand up my arm, paused, and cleared her throat, "I want to watch you fuck Ronnie." She smiled at me as though she was proud of her accomplishment although her voice crackled a bit when she pronounced "fuck". Ronnie came to the door as soon as we pulled into the driveway. She was wearing a pink, light, cotton dress shorter than Marie's; the top plunged between her breasts showing the sides of her grapefruit sized, tan orbs. She was practically beaming with excitement and energy. She took both of our hands and guided us into the kitchen/den area where she had food and drinks waiting. After some small talk, a light lunch, and a few drinks Ronnie complimented Marie on how beautiful she looked then reached up and gave her a long kiss. Marie was not at all surprised and wrapped her arms around Ronnie and kissed her back; their hands glided over each other's bodies. I stood and took it all in; it was a beautiful sight. "Wow!" Marie sighed with a smile. "That was wonderful." "I have been looking forward to that ever since you left here the last time." Marie hugged her. During lunch Ronnie said she wanted us to go out on the town that night and do something naughty, something totally out of character. I looked at Ronnie, "Speaking of naughty Marie told me something on the way over she wants to do today." I looked at Marie and asked, "Do you want me to tell her or do you want to tell her? I know she would prefer it if it came from you." I had clearly put Marie on the spot but she handled it like a champ. Marie looked directly at Ronnie and announced, "I want to watch Will fuck you." Ronnie laughed at Marie's brashness and use of a vulgar word, "Darling, I want you to watch Will fuck me too; I want you to be right there with me when he does." Ronnie and I began unbuttoning the front of Marie's dress. In no time Ronnie was able to enjoy, for the very first time, the sight I had enjoyed many times before; Marie stood before us wearing a sheer black bra that allowed her rose pink nipples to show through the thin fabric. Her black French cut panties emphasized her hips and firm ass while displaying copious amounts of dark pubic hair around her crotch area. Her long shapely legs were encased in black stockings supported by a black lace garter belt; she stood tall in black spike heels. Ronnie walked completely around Marie to take in the awesome sight. She stopped to hold the very ample tits in her hands so she could stoop to kiss the rose pink nipples through the sheer fabric. As she reached around Marie to unfasten her bra I slid the zipper of Ronnie's dress down; as soon as she stepped out of her dress she filled her hands with Marie's bare, "C" cup breasts, her lips immediately went to the half dollar sized pink areola and hardened, stubby nipples. Both women stood in only high heels, stockings, garter belts and panties; their bare tits melted together like honey on a hot biscuit, their lips followed suit. Their hands moved over each other's backs, hips, and asses. Ronnie slipped a hand in the back of Marie's panties and ran her fingers deep into the crevasse separating her firm, round cheeks. After a few minutes Ronnie stepped back and again lowered her face to Marie's nipples; the sound of heavy breathing and soft moans emanated from both women. Ronnie moved her hand from Marie's firm, round ass and quickly slipped it into the front of Marie's panties. There was no doubt that one or two of Ronnie's middle fingers had disappeared into Marie's hot, slick tunnel; only the outside fingers were visible against the dark patch of thick pubic hair on either side of the narrow crotch of her French panties. Marie was moaning and gasping for breath as Ronnie began to finger fuck her juicy cunt in earnest; with each thrust of her fingers the ball of Ronnie's hand smacked against Marie's clit. I moved close behind my mother to help support her body as she was swept away; her head lay backwards on my shoulder, her eyes closed. Ronnie's fingers produced squishing sounds as they worked in and out of the pink, creamy tunnel. Ronnie's mouth worked on Marie's nipples causing her hips to buck against the invasion of her cunt. Ronnie guided Marie to one of the stools near the counter; she knelt in front of Marie then promptly lifted her legs up, pushed the crotch of her panties to the side, and lowered her face into the thick patch of pubic hair. Ronnie's tongue opened the pink labia glistening with creamy liquid. She kissed Marie's pussy from thigh to thigh and from top to bottom before setting her sights, and tongue, on the long sheath which held the key to pleasing my mother. It was hard to believe that this was Ronnie's very first time in the saddle; she was certainly a natural at it. Marie reached down and entangled her fingers in Ronnie's blonde curls and pulled her face into her beautiful treasure almost hidden in the thick patch of pubic hair. As Ronnie's lips and tongue began to search for the little white pearl, Marie's hips continued to grind into the pretty face buried between her milky white thighs. I decided that I could watch all the action just as well with my engorged cock in my mother's warm mouth as I could just standing around with my cock in my hand. Marie may not have had experience with a lot of cocks but she had spent almost thirty years perfecting her talent on the few cocks that she had experienced; namely, her husband, her son-in-law (me), her insurance salesman, her cabinet maker from Alaska, and her first threesome partner, Paul. As Marie's moans became loud grunts and her body began to experience spasms I decided that maybe her mouth was not the safest place for my cock. I was also concerned that she would smother Ronnie with her pussy but she quickly let go of Ronnie's blonde curls and pulled her into her arms and kissed her lips still glistening with her own pussy juices. After several minutes of kissing Marie spoke up, "Why don't you take us to bed where I can watch Will fuck you?" "Okay but first let me take care of something." Ronnie said as she reached into a kitchen drawer and took out a plastic tie wrap. Marie watched in amazement as Ronnie wrapped it around my cock and twisted it tightly around its base. "There that should keep it hard for the afternoon." She smiled and winked at Marie. Marie adjusted her panties from between her legs and the cheeks of her ass as we moved toward the large mirrored bedroom where I had accidently found Ronnie's personal vibrator a week earlier. Marie complained, "The crotch of my panties is soaking wet." "Then let me help you Darlin." Ronnie smiled as she slid the thin lacy fabric over her hips and down her shapely legs. Marie watched herself in the mirrors as her friend peeled off the thin, black fabric which had done little more than decorate the delicate treasure nestled in the thick patch of pubic hair. She smiled to herself as her hands cupped her bare breasts and lifted them gently. I wondered if she really knew what a beautiful sight she made. Once Marie stepped out of her panties Ronnie lifted them to her nose and inhaled their wet, rich aroma before tossing them to me; I inhaled their aroma then wrapped them around my engorged cock and slowly stroked it for the girls. Marie and I both slid Ronnie's white, bikini panties off then took turns enjoying their aroma. Like Marie she seemed very pleased with the image she reflected in the mirrors as Marie and I kissed her lithe body. Once on the large bed Ronnie stretched out on her back then invited Marie to join her for a ring side seat to her fucking. Marie straddled Ronnie's chest with her sweet ass practically in Ronnie's face; Ronnie adjusted her pillow to give her easier access and view of Marie's treats. I moved between Ronnie's legs, lifted her hips on to my thighs, and rested my cock on top of her pubic mound; Marie smiled at me as I took my cock in hand and slid the head through the wet furrow between the puffy lips of Ronnie's vulva. Marie leaned forward and opened the lips of Ronnie's vulva with her hands, "How pretty." She commented admiring the sparse, dark pubic hair that lightly adorned the puffy outer lips and drew attention to the barely exposed pink labia glistening with droplets of sweet nectar like dew on a morning glory. I continued to slowly slide the shinny purple head of my turgid cock through the glistening pink membranes and over the small sheath of her clit; what a beautiful sight to share with my mother. We had shared a similar experience when she had guided my cock into her daughter's beautiful cunt and now we enjoyed the experience with a non-family member. Marie lowered her head and took my cock in her mouth to taste Ronnie's sweet nectar; she looked up at me and smiled. I watched Ronnie in one of the mirrors as her hands opened Marie's cheeks exposing my mother's complete undercarriage. Marie took control of my engorged cock and used it to assault her friend's cunt while I lifted Ronnie's feet to my mouth; Ronnie giggled and squirmed as I sucked and licked her toes and kissed her instep. Between tasting Ronnie's sweet juices on my cock and using it to smack Ronnie's splayed pussy I continued to watch Ronnie in the mirror as she explored Marie's treasure trove of delights. Finally Marie guided my cock to the entrance of Ronnie's delicate, pink tunnel; with a gentle push the engorged purple head of my cock disappeared from view. Marie smiled, "Push it all the way in." Following my mother's command I impaled her friend completely then added a grinding motion of my pelvis against her pubic mound. A moan escaped Ronnie's lips as I repeated the same motion several times before pulling almost out to display my glistening shaft for my mother-in-law's eyes to admire. She smiled at me as I began a steady stream of long thrusts into Ronnie's loins producing a smacking sound; Ronnie added her moans and sighs into the mix. Marie helped her friend by using her fingers to twiddle her clit as I continued assaulting the hot juicy cunt. Twiddle is the term I used to describe the quick movement of a finger(s), or cock, across the clitoris almost batting it back and forth. Ronnie no longer paid attention to my mother's beautiful ass and cunt; her hands smacked Marie's firm ass as her arms frayed about, her head shook from side to side, her moans and sighs became primal grunts and screams. I continued my pounding as I felt the stirring building in my balls; I was counting on the tie wrap holding back the flood. The tie wrap held but it did not stop the explosion in my balls; I cried out partly from pleasure and partly from pain. Ronnie screamed and went rigid for several minutes before collapsing like a rag doll. Marie moved off of her friend's spent body and cuddled her in her arms. My cock was still erect but completely numb. It was several minutes before I could move from between Ronnie's splayed legs. I felt the cool air of the room as I pulled my cock out of the hot, wet cocoon; a few drops of fluid oozed from its tip. For a while the only sound in the room was our breathing but after several minutes even that returned to normal and there was silence. In time Marie slid down Ronnie's body and took my place between Ronnie's still open legs. Her hands and fingers had already touched the delicate pink membranes of Ronnie's cunt; she inhaled the heady aroma of her aroused friend, and tasted her creamy nectar that glistened moments before on my cock. Now the question was, was she ready to experience the same with her lips and tongue? Was my once stanch Catholic, faithful housewife, and mother ready to taste another woman for the first time? Marie examined Ronnie's open cunt with her eyes for a moment then leaned forward and gently kissed the red, swollen lips along both sides of the pink inner lips glistening with creamy liquid. I moved closer to watch as my mother's tongue darted about the delicate pink lips and small button that brought her friend so much pleasure. There was no passion, no urgency, no burning desire only deliberate and tender admiration for her friend's secret treasures; Marie's tongue lapped softly at the juicy, pink membranes from the entrance at the bottom of Ronnie's slit to the small sheath at the top. Her lips kissed both sides of the glistening pink inner lips. Ronnie purred like a kitten at Marie's affection for her delicate feminine parts. After a short rest we returned to the kitchen for refreshments. Our energy level had been restored and we were all in a renewed stage of sexual arousal. In less than a few hours both women had had their first oral experience with another woman. In less than a few hours both women had gone from uncertainty about performing orally with another woman to actually performing orally with another woman and loving the experience. As we enjoyed a shrimp cocktail snack and a few Margaritas Ronnie and Marie talked about their bi-sexual daughters and whether they would ever experience oral sex with them; both admitted they had reservations about it but neither ruled out the possibility of trying it. Then the topic of conversation changed to what we could do that evening that would be very naughty and out of character. I told them about taking Marlene to an adult theater for her birthday when we were married. (See: Her Birthday Surprise) Their eyes and smiles widened as I told them about Marlene, my ex-wife and Marie's daughter, sitting between me and a stranger and letting us play with her pussy while she jacked us off and allowed a stranger behind her to play with her tits. They quickly decided that was the naughty thing they wanted to do that evening. By the time I finished telling them about the adult theater experience both women were noticeably aroused judging by the distension of their nipples. I picked up a shrimp and dipped it into the cocktail sauce then rubbed it over Ronnie's nipples; Marie and I licked them clean then repeated the process several more times as Ronnie squirmed on her stool. "Hey, it's about my turn to have a snack isn't it?" Ronnie asked. I went to the refrigerator and took out a carton of fresh strawberries I had seen earlier; I bit one berry in half and handed it to Ronnie. "Try this for desert." She smiled at me then began rubbing the half eaten berry over Marie's nipples then licking the sweet juices off. Marie's body shivered as the cool juice of the strawberry then Ronnie's warm tongue caused goose bumps over her arms and chest. "If a little strawberry caused all of that by just rubbing it on her nipples I wonder what would happen if you rubbed it over her clit?" I asked. Ronnie's eyes and smile widened then she moved between Marie's legs to find out the results. By that time it was difficult to tell what produced the most juice, the strawberry or Marie's aroused pussy. Ronnie didn't seem to care as her tongue tried to keep both from dripping on the stool. Several more strawberries were needed when I decided that Marie's nipples should not have to go unattended. In just a few minutes Marie was completely caught up in the throes of a major orgasm as Ronnie put aside the strawberries and began a second oral attack of Marie's delicious pussy. Two of Ronnie's fingers were missing from sight and could only be hidden deep in Marie's ass since Ronnie's thumb was swirling around in Marie's juicy cunt and her clit was sucked into Ronnie's lips. I pushed Marie's full, round breasts together and sucked both rose pink nipples into my mouth; my teeth nipped at the hard nubbins. Marie screamed and went limp; her hands pushed Ronnie's head from between her legs then pulled her up into her arms for a kiss. Marlene and I had often enjoyed food sex when our cooking in the kitchen turned into sexual play while waiting for a pot of water to boil or bread to bake. Ronnie and Marie quickly caught onto how much fun could be had in the kitchen. Marie took a banana from the fruit bowl on the table and began to tease Ronnie with it. The Mother-In-Law Ch. 05 "You are going to get yours now." Marie threatened as she slid the banana between Ronnie's legs. Ronnie taunted Marie, "Show me what you've got big boy." Marie angled the banana downward and began feeding it to Ronnie. Ronnie opened her legs wider so she could straddle Marie's thighs and began thrusting her hips as if she was taking a real cock. I moved behind Ronnie and cupped her breasts in my hands; I pinched her nipples between my thumb and index finger. Ronnie rested her head on my shoulder and continued bucking against Marie's hand holding the banana. "Fuck me with your big, hard, yellow cock baby. Fuck me good." Marie's hand moved faster, the banana moved in and out causing the same squishing sound that my cock had caused earlier. Marie must have remembered what I had told her on the trip over about Ronnie liking for her lovers to talk dirty to her. "I love fucking you baby; your cunt is so hot and wet. My hand is wet from your juicy cunt." "Yes, yes, yes; you are such a good fuck! I'm cuming baby; I'm cuming because of your big, hard, yellow cock!" Ronnie screamed out then collapsed against Marie's bare chest. Ronnie kissed Marie and told her, "I'm going to order us one of those strap on cocks so we can fuck each other properly. I want to know how Will feels when he climbs between your legs and rams his cock in your pussy." I chuckled, "Just don't try to replace me." We all laughed, hugged and kissed. We moved to the shower to begin the process of getting ready for our "naughty" night out. I got dressed while the women were doing the make-up thing and sat on the bed waiting for them. Ronnie was the first one to enter the bedroom and began dressing; she searched her underwear drawer where a week earlier I had searched for one of her late husband's guns; she settled on a hot pink pair of French cut panties and matching garter belt. She decided to go braless for our naughty adventure. As she searched the closet for an outfit Marie came in already wearing a peach colored pair of French cut panties and a white, lace garter belt holding up her black , nylon stockings. "I've decided on a completely new experience for me tonight. I'm going out in public braless for the very first time." Marie announced. Ronnie and I encouraged her in her decision and she quickly slipped into a silver silk blouse which buttoned up the front; with the top button left open it was easy to see the top third of her full, firm breasts. Her nipples quickly hardened against the cool soft fabric; even her areolas imprinted against the soft fabric. She looked into the mirrors and seemed pleased with her mature image. She slipped into a mid thigh, black skirt which was partially split in the front. Ronnie also chose a skirt and blouse outfit; it was an off the shoulder, dark rose blouse with a long gray skirt split up one side. Add heels and stockings and I was about to go out for the evening with two of the hottest, mature women in Tampa. Since we left the house early we stopped at Rick's Lounge on Dale Mabry Boulevard for drinks. Rick's was a high class lounge with a live jazz trio and a beautiful, tall, dark skinned, female singer; it was owned by a former Chicago Bears football player. The mellow nuance drew wealthy executives from the tall office buildings along the bay after a hard day at work. The wealthy executives drew in high class call girls who wanted to provide them with comfort in the nearby bayside hotels before going home to their wives and children. As soon as I left our table to use the restroom horny executives descended on Ronnie and Marie like vultures on road kill. When I returned to the table I had to shoo guys away so I could sit down and finish my drink. The girls were beaming with excitement as they told me about the offers they had gotten. Ronnie exclaimed, "I didn't know I could get five hundred dollars for some of my pussy. I guess I have given away a million dollars worth in my life." Marie added with a laugh, "Maybe we should give it a try sometime; Will could be our pimp." After a few drinks at Rick's we decided it was time for the next phase of our naughty adventure and proceeded to the adult theater. The parking lot was about half full so there should a nice selection of possible naughty adventures. The lights were still up waiting for the main feature to begin when we entered the theater. We were able to survey the crowd spread around the theater. Ronnie quickly spied a lone man in a suit sitting on the front row of the middle section; Marie decided that she and I would join the middle aged couple sitting behind Ronnie's lone gentleman and in front of two young sailors in uniform. The lights dimmed and the screen quickly displayed the title and credits as Ronnie proceeded down the dark aisle. She took her seat beside the lone man in the suit. "I hope you don't mind company; this is my first time here and I don't want some creepy guys bothering me." Ronnie told the man. The man assured her that he was happy to enjoy her company. Marie and I gave Ronnie several minutes to settle in then walked down the dark aisle and entered the row behind her and took seats beside the couple; Marie sat directly behind Ronnie and her new gentleman friend; she whispered to the woman beside her. "I hope we aren't crowding you; we thought it might be good to have some support close by." Marie quietly told the woman. "No, no; that's fine this is our first time in an adult theater. It's actually my first time even watching a triple X movie so I'm not sure what to expect." The woman told Marie then looked at me as if wondering what Marie was doing with such a young date. Her husband leaned forward and spoke to us then squeezed his wife's hand as his eyes dropped to admire my mother's chest; I had no doubt he was able to see the swells of her breasts and the imprint of her nipples against the silky fabric of her top. His wife seemed to approve of her husband's brief survey of Marie. On the screen a young couple parked in a convertible on a lover's lane began making out; in just minutes the young girl had the boy's pants open and his large turgid cock in her hand. "Oh my goodness I didn't expect that." The woman giggled then said to Marie. The two women giggled with their hands over their mouth as if they were embarrassed at the sight. I laid my hand on the partially exposed thigh of Marie's crossed legs then moved it to the inside. In front of us Ronnie's gentleman friend moved his arm across the back of her seat as she shifted closer to him; I was certain her hand was in his lap or at least very close to his lap. Back on the screen the young girl's skirt was up and she was moving her leg across the guy to guide his cock into her young pussy, "I did like you said and didn't wear my panties so it would be easier for us to fuck in your car." She told the guy. The woman beside us giggled and whispered to Marie, "My husband tried to get me to not wear panties tonight; I wonder if that was his reason too." Marie told her half-way teasing, "Maybe you should take them off just to see what happens; you might get lucky." She smiled then added, "I'll take mine off if you will." "Really?" the woman asked, and then looked at her husband for approval. "Sure." Marie responded as the man smiled at her. Ronnie was sitting sideways in her seat facing her gentleman friend; she looked over her shoulder at us and smiled. It was obvious that her hand was busy doing something in the man's lap. I peeked over her shoulder to see a rather sizable cock in her hand. Marie uncrossed her legs; the two young sailors behind us made a comment about something on the screen then laughed. Marie looked over her shoulder at them then motioned to the woman beside her to check them out. Both sailors had their legs open stroking noticeable bulges in their pants; they smiled at the women when they turned toward them. Both women giggled when they turned back to face the screen. Ronnie's head quickly disappeared from our view. The woman beside us dropped her jaw and pointed toward Ronnie and her friend. Marie commented to the woman, "We should ask her if we can join them." Again they both giggled like virgin school girls. A few minutes later Marie pushed against the back of her seat and lifted her sweet ass up slightly; she quickly pushed her skirt up enough in back to pull her panties down without showing any bare flesh. She sat still for several minutes with her panties around her thighs partially covered by her skirt. The couple beside her watched with interest to see how she was going to finish her task. Marie moved her hands under her skirt and pushed her panties down to just below her knees; I leaned forward and pushed them over her feet and picked them up. Everyone around us knew what we were doing so there was no need to pretend otherwise. I folded the silky, peach fabric in my hand then lifted them to my nose and inhaled deeply; the aroma of White Shoulders perfume and the sweet nectar of my aroused mother filled my nostrils. It was immediately necessary for me to reach into my waist band of my slacks to adjust my cock as it struggled to stand up. Marie took her panties from me, crumpled them in her hand and offered them to the woman sitting beside her. "Would you like for your husband to enjoy the aroma of another woman?" She smiled, took the panties, and looked at the big puppy dog eyes of her husband knowing full well he wanted to enjoy Marie's aroma too. He knew not to enjoy them too much so he held them to his face and inhaled then handed them back to Marie with a smile and a "thank you". Marie jumped in her seat from being startled by one of the sailors behind her. "Aren't you going to share them with a couple of sailors who are serving their country?" One of the sailors asked from over her shoulder. She turned in her seat and handed her French cut, peach colored panties to the brash sailor who had the courage to ask; both women watched as he took them from Marie's hand, rubbed them slowly over the large bulge in his pants, and then deeply inhaled their aroma before handing them to his buddy who repeated the same process. "Thank you Maam; that was very nice of you." The other sailor said as he handed the panties back to her. Marie smiled at them then added, "Thank you for your service." The husband told his wife, "It's your turn now Darling." We watched Ronnie's head reappear from her gentleman friend's lap; we could see over her shoulder as she slid lower in her seat and opened her legs for his large hand. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and gently elbowed Marie in the ribs. We watched as a tall, rugged man in bib overalls and a tee shirt moved to the front row and took a seat beside Ronnie; Ronnie smiled at him as he looked down at the hand between her legs. Marie turned her attention back to the woman beside her. "Would you like for me to help you?" Her husband encouraged her with a few pats on her legs, "Go ahead Darling; we said we wanted some excitement in our life." She took a deep breath then quickly stood up partially, adjusted her skirt, and pulled her panties down to her knees then quickly sat back down. Marie bent over and helped her slip the black bikini panties over her feet. Before giving them back to the owner she took the liberty to enjoy their aroma; the woman was visibly surprised that another woman had sniffed her panties and gave Marie a big smile. Marie then offered them to me; of course I took them and inhaled them deeply before giving them back with a reassuring sigh of pleasure. Before the brash sailor could get out his request to enjoy her panties too the woman turned around in her seat and boldly offered her panties to them by dangling them on her finger. "Would it be worth unbuttoning all thirteen of those buttons to rub my panties over what ever has caused those bulges in your trousers?" The woman had obviously had some past experience with sailors to know their pants were called trousers and they had thirteen buttons on them representing each of the original thirteen states. She did not need a verbal reply; their grins and enthusiasm as they quickly unbuttoned the flaps of their trousers was reply enough. The sailor who asked Marie to share her panties was the first to reach into the fly of his white, cotton, navy issued boxers and pull his turgid, neatly trimmed cock into the open for both women to see. They, of course, gave enthusiastic oohs and aahs to reward him; he took the black bikini panties dangling from the woman's finger and began slowly rubbing them over and around his cock. The second sailor pulled his completely uncut, all natural cock into the open and began to slowly stroke it with his bare hand while waiting for his buddy to share the silky fabric. Both young men were close in size; one was neatly trimmed, the other one was uncut with a rather long foreskin. When the first sailor handed his buddy the panties to rub over his swollen cock he locked eyes with Marie and wrapped his bare hand around his cock; he proudly stroked it for her with confidence. I had no doubt what was on her mind by the way her tongue slid over her top lip. I turned in my seat and helped move Marie to her knees in the seat with her arms supporting her on the back of the seat. As I turned around I saw Ronnie straddling her gentleman friend's lap, her skirt was up, the crotch of her hot pink panties pushed to one side inviting her gentleman friend to enter her and the guy in the bib overalls stood beside her; her pretty, blonde curls bobbed up and down very close to the fly of his overalls. Marie reached out to the first sailor; he stood up and Marie took his neatly trimmed cock into her hand. She examined it carefully in the dim light of the theater, gave its shinny, purple head a few tender kisses, and then guided it into her warm mouth. The woman beside her decided Marie had a good idea and turned around in her seat too. The other sailor decided a warm mouth around his cock was better than a pair of black, bikini panties and handed them to the woman's husband as he stood up. While I loved watching Marie, or her daughter, give head I liked it even more watching my hard, swollen cock slip in and out of their hot, wet pussies even more. I lifted the back of Marie's skirt; the creamy white skin of her round hips and firm ass glowed like a beacon in the dimly lit theater. People sitting elsewhere began to move closer to watch what was going on in the center section. Several men gathered close by stroking their cocks; some were completely erect while others were pitifully flaccid. I took my cock out of my pants and smacked Marie's ass with it several times; she giggled and wiggled her hips. I teased her with the head; rubbing it between her large, exposed, pink labia; she wiggled her hips as I quickly thrust my cock deep into her hot, wet treat. The woman's husband lifted his wife's skirt up to her waist; she was obviously a sun bather judging from the very small bikini shaped area of white skin which had not been exposed to the sun. Her husband opened her cheeks with his hands to expose her deep seated, tight rose bud. His fingers admiringly opened the lips of her vulva and played in the aroused, juicy furrow; her pubic hair was neatly trimmed to be hidden by her bikini bottom. I couldn't resist the urge to try the very inviting sight not more than a foot away from my mother's beautiful, creamy white, mature flanks. I used hand signals to see if the husband had any interest in our swapping places; he shook his head vigorously that he would indeed like to swap. Both women were busy servicing the young sailors orally so we saw no need to inform them of our plan. The husband pulled his rigid tool out of his pants and got ready to replace mine as I withdrew and squeezed by him to get behind his wife. Marie didn't seem to know the difference in the switch and kept right on moving her hips from side to side as the stranger began his long, steady strokes. He looked over at me and smiled as I began sliding the head of my cock up and down his wife's wet slit. I sunk my shaft balls deep in the attractive, middle aged woman whose name I didn't even know. Marie had once mentioned that she wanted to fuck a complete stranger and now she was doing just that even though she did not know it. I looked up from the sight of my cock sliding in and out of the large puffy lips of the woman's vulva set in the very small patch of white flesh surrounded by the very, tanned body of a stranger to see Ronnie beside one of the men who had gathered close by to watch our little party; I did not see her friends from earlier. Her foot rested in one of the seats; her leg was exposed above her stocking and she rubbed the man's cock against her bare thigh. It was clear by the man's facial expression that he was ready to dump his hot semen on her thigh; several other men were close by ready to take his place. Marie and the woman had evidently drained the young sailor's nuts and were aware they were no longer dancing with the men who brought them to the ball. Marie's hands were on the back of the seat, her arms straight, and her young sailor had her blouse open devouring her full, firm breasts as the woman's husband was slamming against her flanks; she was just minutes away from taking a full load of hot semen from a complete stranger. I could feel the hand of the man's wife close to my cock as she desperately fingered her clit while I slammed into her flanks. I opened the front of her blouse to expose her firm, pert, B cup breasts for her young sailor who was seated and slowly stroking his cock trying to regain the stiffness he had lost. I began to talk dirty to her as I pounded against her. "Do you want some of that young meat in your cunt?" I asked as her husband reached over and gave her sweet ass a good smack with his hand. "Yes, yes; I want to skin back his young cock and feel his knot in me." She grunted. Several women over the years had told me they preferred uncircumcised men because the foreskin would roll up behind the glans when an uncut cock was pushed inside making it feel like a knot. I motioned for the young sailor to step over the seats to join us; he quickly joined us with his cock in his hand and ready for action. I held her cheeks open for him to deliver his young meat to her. I was able to watch his foreskin roll up behind his bulbous, shinny head requiring a little extra effort to push the knot into her wet, pink membranes. He grabbed her hips and went to work. Ronnie had another man on his knees licking a load of semen off of her thigh. She was directing a short line of men waiting for her to allow them to rub their cocks over the top of her nylon stocking and the bare thigh above it; they seemed willing to do whatever was necessary to please her. As the husband began huffing and puffing and groaning before he dumped his hot, liquid load into Marie's cunt she quickly moved to her seat and took his cock in her hand. With a gentle nudge she pulled his wife's face close to her breasts just in time for her husband to pump his hot liquid out; some splashed on Marie's breasts and some splashed on his wife's face. Marie happily licked most the semen off of his wife's face then motioned for him to lick it off of her breasts. Marie invited her young sailor to sit in our row; once he was seated she leaned over the back of the row of seats in front of us to display her mature treasures to him. He resisted Marie's already fucked pussy only seconds before he leaned forward and buried his face between her firm cheeks; she giggled and cooed as he pushed his face into her deep crevasse. The husband and I stood stroking our cocks while we took in the scenes around us. The young sailor was giving his wife a hard fuck and had her grunting and squealing like a stuck hog. The Mother-In-Law Ch. 05 Marie had her young sailor seated and was riding him like a wild bronc while she watched the fucking action on the big screen. Ronnie was standing beside Marie holding her breasts to keep them from bouncing so violently; of course she kissed Marie's nipples since she had them in her hands anyway. I held up Ronnie's skirt so a few of the guys standing around could rub their cocks over her very sweet, panty clad ass with the understanding they also had to lick off any fluids they left. We began to put ourselves back together by the end of the movie. We had our naughty evening out and we enjoyed it. We certainly enjoyed the people we met but we made no effort to get contact information; there is something special about fucking a complete stranger and never knowing who they were. Marie kissed both sailors and thanked them for being gentlemen and for serving our country. She also kissed the wife of the couple we met. "If we ever meet again I want to get into your pants." She told the woman when she squeezed her very nice ass. I drove Ronnie's Mercedes sedan back to her house with she and Marie sitting in the back seat. Before I had gotten to the first traffic light they were out of sight; obviously getting it on judging by the primal and squishing sounds emanating from the back seat. We had drinks and talked about our night out before heading to bed exhausted. The women got up early the next morning to get ready for Mass while I lounged around in my boxers sipping coffee. The Mother-In-Law Ch. 06: Final Writer's Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the story line is true the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. Safe sex was not an issue in the early seventies but should be a concern for everyone today. ***** While my mother Marie and her friend Ronnie were at morning Mass I made myself at home in Ronnie's beautiful Tampa home. I shower, shaved, and put on my shorts and a tee shirt then settled in to read the Tampa Tribune and drink a few Bloody Marys. About eleven o'clock I heard the door to the garage open and a familiar voice call out. "Hello! Mom it's me?" I chuckled to myself; for the second time in a week Claire, Ronnie's daughter, stopped by to see her mother only to find me in the house. "Hello Claire!" I called out, "I'm in the den." She entered the den, "Oh it's you again. I guess you and my Mom have been doing disgusting things again; well at least you have clothes this time." "I seem to recall that you rather enjoyed me not having my clothes on the last time you were here. Actually, your Mom and I have all been doing disgusting things with my mother; I guess that's why they had to go to Mass this morning." "Oh my goodness; give me all the torrid details." She said wide eyed. I looked the thirty years old brunette up and down as she moved to the sofa beside me; she wasn't a beauty like her Mom but she was a very sexy young lady dressed in a short skirt that hung just below her hips leaving her mid-drift bare up to the knit halter top that held her firm, round "C" cup breasts and showed off her more than ample cleavage. I thought back to our previous meeting a week earlier when we both got to show off our oral talents for each other. About the same time her Mom walked in on us. "Oh, I see you have met my daughter Claire." "You are looking so fine today; certainly good enough to eat." I told her. "That's exactly what a pretty redhead told me last night." She replied. "So did you give her taste?" Claire smiled a coy smile and batted her eyes. I asked, "Are you sure you are ready to get married?" "Sure Bill and I both like pussy and I also like hard cocks. Bill also loves to watch me with other women. It's the best of both worlds." She gave me a quick kiss. "You know if you could talk Bill into it just think of the fun we could have in a foursome with your Mom." She giggled, "I know he has the hots for my Mom; several times I've had scold him for getting a hard-on when we visit her. I'm not sure he could handle seeing me getting it on with another man though. I'll drop him a hint and see how he reacts." She paused then asked, "Did Mom enjoy going down on your mother?" "I'm certain she enjoyed both giving and receiving from my mother, several times as a matter of fact; they even talked about whether or not they would like to enjoy a similar action with their daughters. It seems that their main concern is what their daughters would think." "I've said suggestive things jokingly to Mom but she has never responded favorably." "Maybe you should try the direct approach like your redhead did last night; that way she would know you are serious." We heard car doors close outside and moved into the kitchen to greet the two sexiest, mature women in Tampa. I got the pitcher of Bloody Marys from the fridge and poured everyone a drink and garnished them with a stalk of celery. Once the girls entered they put their prayer books, lace scarves, and pocketbooks on a nearby table. I made the introductions, "Marie this is Ronnie's daughter Claire and this is my beautiful mother Marie." Claire stepped forward and gave Marie a quick kiss, "I've heard so much about you from my Mom I feel like I already know you. You are more beautiful than I had imagined." Then she turned to her Mom and kissed her, "Mom you look beautiful too." I handed them a drink, "What's this?" Ronnie asked with a smile. "Claire and I thought that maybe if we plied the two of you with liquor we could have our way with you." Everyone laughed and sipped their drinks. Ronnie smiled a devilish smile and asked, "Are you sure you need liquor for that?" Again everyone laughed then Marie commented, "I really want to change out of these clothes into something more comfortable." Ronnie agreed and they headed toward the bedroom. "Come on Claire; watching these two dress or undress is the most beautiful and exotic show in town." We immediately followed the women. Claire and I sat on the large bed and watched both the live action and mirrored action as her mother and my mother began to disrobe. While they removed their jewelry and unbuttoned their tops they began to tell Claire about our naughty adventure the evening before; not in great detail but just the basic facts, going to an adult theater. As they stepped out of their skirts Marie mentioned going out braless for the first time and the two young sailors; after hanging up their clothes Ronnie mentioned the tall, handsome man in a suit who kept all the creepy guys away from her. Marie stepped out of her half-slip and put it into her luggage while Ronnie crossed her arms then pulled her whole slip over her head; they mentioned all the guys who gathered around to see what was going on. I had to add Marie pulling off her panties and letting the young sailors stroke their cocks with them. Claire commented, "My goodness that was certainly naughty." Both women were down to their heels, stockings, garter belts, panties, and bras; what a sight to behold? Even though Claire had seen her Mom like that many times she still took in the sight breathlessly. Ronnie did not waste any time dropping her bra to the bed and rubbing the line that had imprinted across her chest; Marie appeared to be deciding between leaving her bra on or continuing her braless adventure. Claire reached out to her Mon, "Mom, you look absolutely delicious; I could just eat you up!" "Darling, you know I have never denied you anything you really wanted." Ronnie stated with a serious but inviting look on her face. Ronnie's tan orbs and inviting brown nipples were just inches from Claire's face; Claire leaned forward and Ronnie took her each of her breasts in her hands and offered them to her daughter. Ronnie sighed softly as her daughter's lips and tongue tantalized the already hard nubbins. Marie moved closer to watch the mother daughter action; her bra slid down her arms and quickly landed on the bed beside Ronnie's. I pulled Marie close to me, her breast pressed lightly against my face her tongue slid lightly over her top lip. Ronnie moved her hands around her daughter and lifted the knit halter top up and over her daughter's head; all the women were bare breasted and the mirrored walls were covered with beautiful, full breasts everywhere you looked. Ronnie pulled Claire off the bed and into her arms; their breasts flattened against each other while their tongues darted about each other's mouths and lips. Marie's body shivered at the sight; her arms and chest were immediately covered with goose bumps. Ronnie shared her daughter's half-dollar sized, brown areola and taunt nipples with Marie. I moved behind Claire, unfastened her skirt, and slid it down her short but shapely, tan legs; as I moved back up I covered the smooth skin on her legs and back with gentle kisses. A few minutes later Ronnie asked her daughter, "Do you really want to eat your Mom up?" Claire broke into a smile and Marie and I moved close to help her remove her Mom's panties; we covered her with kisses as we moved down to her feet then again as we moved back up to her top. Ronnie moved onto the bed on her knees and wiggling her sweet, bare ass invitingly before rolling onto her back and spreading her legs for Claire. Marie and I took places beside Ronnie's hips where we could see the action up close; Claire quickly moved onto the bed and into the saddle between her Mom's legs. I had been in the saddle of both mother and daughter and I don't think I have ever seen two pussies as much alike as these two; both had sparse patches of dark pubic hair along the lips of their vulva and across the top of the pubic mound. Both had just barely exposed, pink labia nestled between the vulvas and glistening with clear, moist nectar. My mother and her daughter on the other hand were almost complete opposites except for the large thick patches of pubic hair they both had; Marlene's pink labia were neatly tucked into the crevasse between her large puffy vulvas. Her clitoris was a small nubbin with her tiny pearl clearly visible. Marie not only had prominent puffy vulvas but also very prominent, completely exposed, long, clitoral sheath and labia. Her labia hung from the clitoral sheath like hot wax running down a candle; the inside labia was varying shades of pink where the exposed lips were almost earth tone. I couldn't wait for Claire to try on Marie. Claire observed the beautiful home where she had been born about thirty years earlier; she kissed along the heavy lips which had given protection to her birth canal. She ran her fingers along the edges of the pink inner lips glistening with her Mom's slick, juicy cream before opening them to expose the deeper crevasse of beautiful, pink, glistening membranes and her pleasure button at the top. She leaned closer, inhaled, and began kissing all the parts. By her own admission she was no stranger to eating pussy but this one was different; it belonged to her Mom and it had been the place her father had entered, filled with his hot semen carrying millions of sperm, and fertilizing her mother's eggs. Still it was a beautiful pussy that excited her inner most desires to see, to touch, to smell, to taste, and even to hear that faint squishing sound created when something firm is moved through the thick cream. Claire quickly forgot the old emotional ties and had her Mom moaning and grunting those primal sounds of a sexually aroused woman; Ronnie's hips bucked against her daughter's face covering it with slick, glistening cream. Marie moved upward to kiss Ronnie's lips and breasts; I moved downward to Claire's firm round cheeks. While Ronnie enjoyed her daughter's oral talents, Marie enjoyed Ronnie's kisses and nipples, and I, once again slipped Claire's panties off and began rimming her sweet ass. It wasn't long before Ronnie screamed, arched her back off the bed, and pushed Claire from between her legs. "Oh darling, that was incredible!" She paused a moment then added, "I think I should add that to your Baby Scrapbook." Everyone got a big laugh from the comment. Claire looked at Marie with a sultry smile, "Guess who is next?" Marie giggled. Ronnie took charge; she patted the bed with her hand, "Claire you come up here and lay on your back; that way we can all get in on the action." Claire looked in awe as I slid Marie's panties off and exposed her massive patch of thick pubic hair. When Claire was situated on her back Ronnie guided Marie into position straddling Claire then she turned to me and took my hand, "Come on Will you and I will have lots of options." The most obvious option was Ronnie between her daughter's legs and just as she had done to Marie the day before she climbed into Claire's saddle and went right to work. Since she was half on and half off the bed that left her beautiful ass to my discretion; I could eat or fuck her delicious pussy or her equally delicious ass or go for broke and eat and fuck them both. I decided to start with fucking her delicious pussy so I could watch her tearing up her daughter's pussy with her tongue at the same time I was watching my mother fucking Claire's face. It was a beautiful sight by itself but multiplied by the number of mirrored walls and it went straight to absolutely amazing; add to that the beauty of my rock hard cock slipping in and out of Ronnie's beautiful pussy glistening with her juices and it was beyond this world. It wasn't long before Marie and Claire had all the orgasmic stimulation one could reasonably tolerate. We decided to take a break for lunch and headed to the kitchen nude, well except Marie and Ronnie still had on their Sunday go-to- meeting stockings and garter belts on. After stuffing ourselves Ronnie and Marie attacked Claire with strawberries and other assorted fruits, vegetables, and sauces from the fridge. Ronnie ordered her daughter to get up on the counter so Marie could take her turn at having her way with Claire. Afterwards Claire asked Marie, "So do you think you would like an afternoon of passionate sex with your daughter?" Marie thought about the question then answered, "Of course I would like to but I don't really see it happening. Since she has remarried she had been focused on family and having children; she doesn't seem interested sex like she was when she first shared Will with me." Ronnie spoke up, "Maybe we could invite her down for our Gasparilla Party in January? That's only a few months away." Marie added, "That's nice of you but let me try to see if I can work it out. I'm really glad that you and Claire were able to get together; I'm honored to have been a part of it." Our weekend came to an end with promises that we would get together another time; Claire said she would work on seeing if Bill would join us sometime then made us promise that if we ever went to the adult theater again that we would include her. On the ride home Marie said she was just too tired to drive home and asked if she could sleep over. I told her she didn't have to ask, she was always welcome in my home and in my bed whether I'm alone or with someone. Several weeks after Marie and I spent the weekend at Ronnie's Marie called and wanted to go to Tampa to have dinner and see the show at the Cabana Lounge on Florida Ave; the head liner was a stripper from New York by the name Stormy Weather. The plan was Marie would come to my house early Friday evening and we would drive to Tampa from there. I called Ronnie to see if she would like to meet us but only got her answering machine. Oh well it was only Tuesday so I would have plenty of time to call her. I settled in to grade papers for my senior's economic class about nine o'clock when I heard a car pull into the drive way. A few minutes later there was a soft knock on the door; I answered the door wearing only a pair of shorts. "Hello Will, can I come in?" My jaw almost dropped to the floor; Marlene, my ex wife was standing at the door waiting for me to pick my jaw up and ask her in. "Yes of course come on in. Are you okay? Is your Mom okay?" "Yes everyone is okay; I'm sorry I gave you a scare. I just wanted to see you so I thought I would drive down while Mike is away on a fishing trip." She paused and stepped inside. "Do I get a hug?" "Of course, I'm so flabbergasted that my mind isn't working." I managed to get out as I opened my arms. There was a second of awkwardness then our bodies completely melted together. It had been about six months since I had seen her and three months since our divorce was final but in my arms it was like she had just left that morning for work and now she was back home. She pressed her pelvis against me and I knew within the hour we would be naked in bed. "Does a kiss go with that?" it was a rhetorical question that did not need an answer except with our lips. Marlene was probably the best kisser ever and our lips melted together; our tongues began to probe each other's mouths. Our hands moved over each other's bodies. I backed against the wall in the foyer and pulled Marlene against me; her long shapely legs straddled my leg. I lifted her skirt and pulled her closer; I immediately felt the heat of her cunt against my thigh. "Fuck me Will." When Marlene said, "fuck me" she didn't mean in a little while or somewhere else, she meant "fuck me now, fuck me right here." My hands cupped her sweet ass; one hand pulled the crotch of her panties to the side while Marlene unfastened my shorts and let them drop to the floor. I lifted her above my already erect cock then lowered her down; she moved her hips to align the head of my cock with her hot, wet cunt and as we had done many times before she slid down impaling herself on my cock. We had not lost our touch; I had fucked many women and loved the feel of my cock bathed in the warmth and wetness of their cunts but the feel of being in Marlene was almost magical. I spun her around so her back would be against the wall; as she lowered her feet to the floor I began pounding her with long thrusts. Her arms were wrapped tightly around my neck, her teeth bit my ear as she began to grunt words in a deep voice. "I have missed our fucks. I played with my pussy almost all the way down here thinking about you fucking me. Oooh baby ram it in my pussy hard; make me cum." I could tell by the sound of her grunts that she was ready to let go; I picked up the pace to join her. She screamed and pounded my shoulders with her fists; I hollered out and began pumping spurt after spurt of semen into her hot wet tunnel. Our bodies froze, moving only to breathe. As my cock began to shrink I felt her squeeze it with her cunt. A few minutes later Marlene pulled away, adjusted the crotch of her panties so she could feel my semen ooze in to her panties and to dry; she immediately went to her knees to clean the cooling, slimy semen from my cock with her warm mouth and tongue. Once she was satisfied with the cleanup she stood and gave me a big kiss to share the taste of my semen on her tongue; it was deja vu all over. Marlene and I had experienced the same event many times; sometimes it was against the wall, sometimes on the floor, sometimes on the kitchen table or the laundry room, and sometimes on the hood of my 240Z in the car port. We loved quickies; quickies seemed to wet our appetite for those romantic evenings with hours of sex throughout the house. "I'm starved!" Marlene said once we recovered from our quickie fuck. I was surprised when Marlene turned down my invitation for a gin and tonic, her favorite drink; we settled for a southern favorite, sweetened ice tea. Over sandwiches and chips we talked about what had been going on in our lives since our break up; actually it was mostly Marlene prodding me about who I had been fucking. She was very hush-hush about her sex life. When I didn't divulge information about her mother she stated emphatically, "I hear you have also been seeing Mother from time to time." "Yes, we haven't exactly made it a secret but she comes down occasionally. Did she tell you?" "No, I had to hear it from Debbie." Debbie was Marie's daughter who was knocked up by Marie's son when they were seniors in high school. They had a shotgun wedding of sorts but the son went to work on an oil rig in the Gulf and just never came home. Marlene continued, "It seems that Mother was visiting Debbie and after the baby was put to bed they sat down for some girl to girl talk over wine; the conversation eventually turned to the topic of me being bi-sexual. Debbie admitted that she knew about it and when Mother pressed her she admitted she had joined us in a threesome the year before." (See: Double Treat) "So what did your Mother say?" I asked. "She pressed Debbie for specific details and when Debbie told her Mother expressed her interest in wanting to try what Debbie described about our weekend together. That led to some fondling and playing in the kitchen which led to the full course in the bedroom." "Wow your Mother hasn't mentioned a word of that to me. I'm proud of her for venturing out on her own and keeping it a secret." "My only concern is that Mother may be getting out of control. I certainly don't want it getting out all over town that my Mother is a bit of a slut." The Mother-In-Law Ch. 06: Final "You worry too much; your Mother is not out of control and she certainly is not a slut just because she likes sex as much as we do. I think she is just trying to find out what she missed out on being a small town wife and mother." I asked, "Is that the reason you came down to see me?" "No I just wanted you to know about it. The real reason I came, other than to see you, is to tell you I'm pregnant; I just found out this morning and since Mike is out of town I wanted to share it with someone special." I gave her my wholehearted congratulations, lifted her top, and showered her belly with kisses. Afterward I gave her my solemn promise not to tell anyone that I was the first to know; I advised her to tell her husband first then her mother. "Now here's what I want you to do; every month on this date I want you to come by and let me take a nude picture of you until the baby is born. I can pose you so you cannot be recognized and show every stage of development. I have some poses in mind that we might even be able to include your mother too. What do you think?" She looked at me and smiled a very sexy smile, "Are you just trying to get me naked and coming back to see you?" With that Marlene lifted her top off and threw it at me. I knew she would like the idea; she loved the artistic, nude black and whites I had done of her in the past. "How do you want me to look; like a lustful, wanton vamp or a fresh fucked tramp?" We laughed as I dropped to my knees, pulled her skirt and panties down, and again kissed her belly all over. I pushed her back onto the table, lifted her legs to my shoulders, and buried my face into her delicious pussy for the first time in almost a year. She held onto my head and guided me to her special places; she let out a yelp as I slipped a few fingers in to her back entrance. After several minutes of her fucking my face she pushed me away. "Get in that chair!" she snarled pointing at one of the chairs we had been sitting in. "I want a long, slow, chair fuck." I did as she said; she quickly straddled me and impaled herself on my engorged cock. She rubbed her hard nipples over my face but kept them just out of the reach of my mouth. Each time I tried to move my hands off of her hips she smacked them and put them back. "I know you want to suckle my tits; you want to kiss and lick my nipples just like you did my Mother's." She said as she began a slow grind with her hips. "You want to get me hotter so I will fuck you faster and harder don't you?" She kissed my mouth then licked my face all the while keeping her tits just out of my reach of my mouth. "I've been lying in bed at night thinking about you fucking my mother instead of me; thinking about you eating her pussy instead of mine so don't think I'm going to let you off that easy. This is our makeup fuck and you have a lot to make up for. I'd bet you didn't even think about fucking me while I was gone, did you?" "That's not true; many nights I have woken up with and hard-on in the middle of the night and thought of fucking you as I jacked off. She placed her forehead against mine and continued to talk about me fucking her mother while grinding her hips slowly; occasionally she squeezed my cock with her pussy. "I've missed your hard cock Will." And that's the way it continued for the better part of an hour; Marlene would bring me to the edge of an orgasm then stop and ask me a question about who I had fucked. I would tell her just enough to make her ask more questions. Marlene knew that her mother and I would have done everything that we did when we were married but she like asking me about every detail; she liked me telling her about fucking her mother. I didn't tell her about the threesome with Paul or our weekend with Ronnie; that was up to her mother to tell her about those events. We knew it was a game and we enjoyed it; I would tell her about fucking someone then add how much fun it could have been if she had been with us. She told me she had been faithful to Mike but she did allow herself a little fantasy, self pleasuring from time to time. Her favorite fantasy was: I would sneak in to her bathroom through a window while she was getting ready for bed; she would lock the door and turn on the shower to cover the sounds of our fucking while her husband sat in bed reading just feet away. She would not go in to details about her sex life with her husband and I did not press her about it. We took a break from our sexual marathon so Marlene could pose for photos. Originally I was only going to take a dozen or so but as it turned out I took more than a hundred exposures. Of those we would pick the one pose she would use each month to show the changes her body would go through during her pregnancy. After a "good morning" fuck the next day we sat on the floor around the den coffee table with our toast and coffee and talked about what to do with Marlene's house in Tampa. The end result was a business plan where we would buy up homes in the area and lease them to Yankees, people from up north, who came to Florida to spend the winter. We spent the rest of the day nude going through things Marlene had left behind after the divorce. It was agreed that I would keep the montage of nude black and white of Marlene; some included her mother and some included a few of our friends, both male and female. The next day Marlene and I took our business plan to an attorney and formed a small corporation that included me as CEO, Marlene as CFO, Marie as First VP of advertising, and Debbie as Second VP of Design and Décor. For capital we used the equity in her home and a bank account we had when we were married but never closed; it amounted to about nine thousand dollars. Our first executive meeting was scheduled for the end of the month at Clearwater Beach; I was in charge of deciding on the hotel and our agenda. Marlene left on Thursday afternoon to go back home. Marie arrived on Friday afternoon for our scheduled outing to see the new stripper, Stormy Weather, at the Cabana. I was able to get in touch with Claire only to find out that Ronnie was away on a trip; when I invited her and her fiancé to join us she accepted telling me that they often go there to watch the new strippers. She used the term exotic dancers instead of my crude term of strippers. During the trip to Tampa I decided to see if Marie would tell me about her visit to Debbie's that Marlene told me about. "I've noticed that you have not mentioned bringing Debbie down with you for some time. Have you decided against that?" After a pause she answered, "No, I keep thinking I will invite her to come with me but it seems like we have plans most of the time." There was more silence then, "Actually I have gotten together with Debbie on one occasion. I just haven't told anyone about it yet." "Was there a problem?" "No, not at all, it actually turned out very nice. I think we both enjoyed it; I'm not sure why I haven't told you about it. I see her and the baby several times a week but one evening with the help of a little wine I got up the courage to talk to her about me being bisexual." Marie moved closer to me; my hand went to her stocking encased thigh just inches from her crotch. She told me more of the conversation leading up to their first kiss at the kitchen table. She described the feeling of opening each other's blouses and rubbing their bare breasts together then kissing each other's nipples. "I was surprised as how downy soft her pubic hair was; I guess that's one of the differences being a blonde." Marie added. She continued with how they undressed each other in the kitchen and explored each other's "muffins" while giggling and laughing like school girls. She described Debbie's pussy, my word not Marie's, as being more like Ronnie's and Claire's. Marie asked me, "Have you seen many women whose muffin is as large and hairy as mine? Marlene's is hairy like mine but her inner lips aren't; they are nice, pretty." I moved my hand against her crotch and immediately felt the heat, "I have seen many women just like you. You have a beautiful pussy and you taste delicious!" She closed her legs on my hand and slowly pushed her pelvis against it as she continued telling me about fucking her daughter until we pulled in to the parking lot at the Cabana Lounge. Claire's fiancé, Bill was a fun out going guy in his middle thirties with a few extra pounds; the girls would have describe him as handsome I guess. He and Marie took to each other rather quickly even though Claire had not told him about either of our previous meetings at her Mom's. Everyone enjoyed the show and the dancing between shows; there were plenty intimate pats and gropes between Bill and Marie as well as Claire and I. Claire invited us back to her place for "night caps and who knows." Bill didn't seem to be concerned about the "who knows" even though he and Claire had never shared another male; Marie and I were prepared for whatever course the evening took. Claire put on some oldies music and began doing a little bump and grind dance. Claire reached out to Marie, "Come on Marie, let's show these guys what we have." With a little encouragement from the audience of two Marie reluctantly joined Claire and quickly added a few bumps and grinds of her own. Claire turned her back to the audience, opened her legs, and slowly slid her hands down her legs to her ankles causing her short skirt to ride up showing her sweet panty clad ass to the audience; cheers and applause erupted. Not to be out done Marie opened the top of her blouse, lifted her lacy bra covered breasts in her hands, and shook them invitingly toward the audience. Claire moved close to her and buried her face in the soft mounds of flesh. The audience went wild, especially Bill. Marie shed her blouse completely and tossed it to Bill. Her full round breasts bounced gingerly in the confines of their white, lacy harness each time her hips bumped to the tune of the music; her large pink nipples were visible behind the sheer fabric. Claire quickly out did Marie by tossing her blouse to me and pulling the cups of her sheer bra beneath her breasts and shaking them in my face. I looked at Bill to see his reaction to his fiancé's tits being in my face; he was cheering her actions enthusiastically. Marie moved close to Bill for him to unfasten the back of her skirt while she continued to bump and grind her hips. Once her skirt was unfastened she moved just out of reach; she cocked her hip toward Bill and smiled. "If you want to see more you have to show me something." Claire moved behind Marie and took control of her skirt; she teasingly lifted the skirt up to where the clasp attached to the top of Marie's stocking then dropped it down, she lowered one side exposing the white lace top of her panties and garter belt. Bill almost ripped off his shirt. Claire asked Marie, "Do we want to see more?" Marie replied, "Most definitely." Bill quickly kicked off his shoes then dropped his slacks to the floor; there was an obvious bulge in his boxers. Claire looked at me to indicate I was to do the same. My shirt came off quickly but I hesitated a minute remembering that, as usual, I had not worn underwear; I kicked off my sandals and dropped my shorts and stood there with my cock at half mast. Marie turned to Bill, "It looks like the ante has been raised Bill; are you in or out?" Bill smiled at her with confidence and dropped his boxers to the floor; the bulge was free and pulsed upward. Marie smiled at the sight of his exposed, more than ample equipment; Claire pulled Marie's skirt to the floor leaving standing in her matching, white lace panties, bra, and garter belt. With a kick her skirt flew across the room toward Bill. Marie pulled Claire to her, unfastened her skirt, and striped it to the floor; she straddled Claire's legs and the girls began to bump and grind their pelvises against each other's thighs. The audience went wild; their cocks bouncing and shaking. Claire reached around Marie and unfastened her bra slowly lowering it down her arms; Marie stooped lower to rub their beautiful, full breasts together. Bill left his seat and moved behind Marie cupping her breasts for Claire to kiss. Marie pushed her panty clad ass backward to grind it against Bill's completely engorged cock. I joined in to unfasten Claire's bra and cup her breasts for Marie to kiss and suckle. Marie stooped and slid Claire's panties down her short, shapely legs; as Claire stepped out of them Marie leaned forward to kiss her pubic mound. When she stood up Claire melted against Marie and kissed her passionately. My erect cock immediately found the warm nest below the cheeks of Claire's sweet ass; we never let on that my cock had already been in his fiancé. Bill slid Marie panties to the floor and showered her mature, sweet ass with kisses; Claire joined her fiancé as Marie rested her hands on the seat of the chair completely exposing her flanks to Claire and Bill's lips and tongues. Claire stood beside Marie and took hold of Bill's cock and guided through the thick pubic hair and in to the beautiful, cascading lips of Marie's cunt. She then took her place beside Marie and invited me to join her; Bill watched with interest as I rubbed the shinny, purple head of my turgid cock up and down her glistening, pink furrow. I gave Bill a thumbs up as he thrust his stiff, glistening shaft into Marie causing the cheeks of her mature ass to jiggle as he smacked against her flanks. Eventually Marie wanted to try something different and moved to the carpeted floor on her back; she opened her legs for Bill to rejoin her then invited Claire to straddle her face. Bill took a hold of her hips and began to pound her steadily while Claire gently fucked her face. I stood in front of Claire and fed my cock in to her warm mouth. The sight of watching my mother get slam fucked by Bill as she ate Claire's pussy caused a stirring in my nuts; in just minutes Bill and Claire joined my grunts and moans, Marie's fingers clawed Claire's back. One by one we each reached the pinnacle of animal pleasure; I pumped spurt after spurt of hot liquid in to Claire's mouth as her fiancé filled my mother-in-law with his thick cream. Claire turned and kissed Bill's mouth as he pulled his slimy, semen covered cock out of Marie; I was certain Claire's mouth was still covered with my fresh semen. Claire pushed Bill away and took his place between Marie's legs in time to catch a large cream pie on her tongue. It took a while to get ourselves back together and dress for the trip home. It was almost three o'clock in the morning when we arrived home reeking of perspiration and stale semen. In no time it was the end of the month and time for our executive meeting at Clearwater Beach; I arrived early and had everything arranged for the girls when they arrived. Our seventh floor suite had a kitchenette, two bathrooms and two bedrooms with king sized beds and patios overlooking the Gulf; either one of the beds was large enough for the four of us if we wanted to be close. When the girls arrived about five o'clock Marie excitedly informed me that she was going to be a grandmother again; I acted totally surprised and gave Marlene a hug. I grabbed Marie's ass telling her, "That's not the butt of a grandmother." She laughed and gave me a kiss. Debbie and Marie were completely in the dark as to why the four of us were getting together. I had showered and dressed early so when the girls arrived and began dressing for dinner I could sit on the bed with a cocktail and watch as three beautiful women went through various stages of undressing and dressing. Watching them dress and undress became one of my favorite pass times. During the dinner Marlene and I presented our business plan and described what each person would be doing and how everyone would benefit financially. The meeting was adjourned until ten o'clock the next morning in our suite. I announced that we would move to our social event a few miles away. We drove north along the beach until we could no longer see the lights of the hotels and condos. Everyone was talking and completely ignored the sign posted that read, "clothing optional" in rather large letters. When I came to a stop in the parking lot Debbie was the first one to notice the lady approaching the parking lot from the beach. "Look, that lady doesn't have on a top." She exclaimed. I announced, "Welcome ladies to the only clothing optional beach in the bay area." Marie said, "Oh my goodness I've never been naked outside in my life." I took a folding table and cooler out of the trunk, gave everyone a folding chair, sandals, and a beach towel, and then led the way to the beach. There were tents of all sizes scattered about in the trees before reaching the beach; a few pop-up campers and a Streamline trailer were close by. On the short path to the beach we passed an elderly couple completely nude except the man wore a hat; he tipped his hat, "Good evening, the beach is lovely this evening." The girls smiled and thanked him. Several small groups had gathered around fires; others had torches stuck in the sand. A light breeze came off the gulf and cooled the evening air as I set up the table. Marlene had taken off her top back at the car but Marie and Debbie had not decided if they should show skin or not until they watched Marlene and I strip off all our clothes. Debbie decided to strip down to her panties so Marie finally decided to follow suit. Marlene complimented me on my choice of entertainment for the evening but Marie asked why I chose a nude beach. They all laughed when I told them that Marlene and I had come up with the business plan while sitting on the floor nude so it seemed like a fitting for our first meeting. Marlene and I decided to go swimming in the moon light; Debbie and Marie decided to take off their panties and go with us; swimming wasn't really what we had in mind but that was fine since we had all been fucking together one way or another. We formed a small pod by of us squatting in the water so the other two could sit on our laps. We bobbed in the water, kissed and fondled each other until I was hard as a rock. Marlene and Debbie tried fucking me by straddling my lap but if was difficult to get enough traction to do much more than just penetrate briefly but we certainly had fun trying. The girls walked close to me coming out of the water to hide my hard-on although I don't think anyone would have cared. On the way back to our hotel Marlene treated me to one of her excellent blow jobs while Marie and Debbie wallowed about in the back seat. We dressed just enough to get us to the elevator and then to our room. Once in our room we turned off the lights and opened the sliding doors to the patio; the moon was high and bright enough to light the entire suite. We stripped off our remaining clothes and walked out on the patio; there is truly something very special about seeing a beautiful woman nude and bathed in moon light. The mood of the evening was so special that there was only one thing left to top it. I led Marie from the patio to the king sized bed then posed her on her side with her arm bent to support her head. I returned to the patio and led Marlene and Debbie inside; Debbie stood by the bed while I sat Marlene down close to her mother. "There is something the two of you have been avoiding for quite some time and I think now is the time for you to address it. Debbie and I know and the two of you know what you want to do." Marlene touched her mother' shoulder, "Will is right Mother I've wanted you since the first time I put the two of you together. I was just afraid you would be disappointed in me." "I know darling, I have felt the very same way. Let's put all that behind us now." The Mother-In-Law Ch. 06: Final Marie pulled her daughter close and kissed her open mouth; Marlene stretched her long body along side her mother's. Debbie and I stood beside the bed and watched as the beautiful sight of a mother and daughter unfolded before us; as their lips continued to express their passion and tenderness Marie opened her legs for her daughter's hand to slip through the thick patch of pubic hair and into the juicy folds of her cunt. Marie moaned and pulled her daughter closer pressing their breasts together; Marlene's fingers sunk deep in to her mother's well leaving the ball of her hand pressing against her large clitoral sheath. Marie began slowly grinding her hips in response to the stimulation of her daughter's probing fingers and pressing hand. Marlene began kissing her way down her mother's long body; she kissed and suckled the breasts where she had once fed on her mother's sweet milk. Marie, like her daughter, had hyper-sensitive nipples and loved for them to be suckled, kissed, and nipped. Her daughter's attention to her nipples caused an increased sense of urgency in her cunt; her natural reflex was to grab her daughter's hand, press it tightly against her cunt, and buck her hips uncontrollably until millions of tiny cells exploded throughout her body. "Oh yes baby, that's the way Mommy likes it!" Marlene was on her knees continuing her journey; Marie opened her legs wider as her daughter's kisses got closer to her pubic mound. Marie's cunt was not uncharted territory to her daughter. On several occasions Marlene had guided my engorged cock through her mother's glistening, pink furrow; she guided my cock in to the entrance of her mother's birth channel. Marlene had touched her mother's pussy, she had tasted her mother's sweet nectar on my cock, and smelled her mother's aroma on my face but she had never kissed her mother's swollen, puffy vulva, her beautiful, cascading labia, and she had never sucked her mother's large clit in to her mouth and flicked her tongue over it. With Marlene between Marie's legs Debbie and I took places on each side of Marie so we could kiss and play with her beautiful, full breasts. Marie began to purr like a kitten. We couldn't see exactly what Marlene was doing to her mother's cunt but whatever it was she used her full face; her fingers seem to be busy also. The result was that Marie was crying out primal sounds and bucking her hips into her daughter's face; her head shook from side to side, her arms flayed about until Debbie and I restrained them. In just minutes it was all over; as Marie lay on the bed completely spend her daughter raised her head from between her mother's legs and smiled up at her. Marlene lower face was glistening with her mother's juices; Debbie and I moved to take advantage of the aroma and sweet nectar on Marlene's face. After a brief rest and refreshments Marie had her turn with her daughter; her turn in the saddle produced the same results it had had with Ronnie, Claire, and Debbie. The event in the hotel cemented the bond between Marlene and her mother. Their relationship grew stronger and that strengthened the bond between the four of us and our new business endeavor. Every year we held our executive meeting in a new location around Florida. My mother's grand kids run the business now.