****** My Son-In-Law by Ronni ******
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My Son-In-Law


I am a career woman of fifty two with a thirty year old daughter. She is
married to a man, Ben who is just a few years younger than me. He and my
daughter Janice are argument prone, and I, like most mother-in-law's I suppose,
find myself in the position taking my son-in-law's side in these disputes. We
grew very close in the stormy months after their wedding, and I would often
console him with hugs and motherly kisses when he was feeling down. They had
been together a little over two years before Ben and I gave in to our dark
urges.

One Sunday afternoon, while my husband was off on one of his frequent hunting
trips, Ben came over alone. He was terribly upset over a fight he'd had with
Janice. I stood in the doorway in my midnight blue silk kimono, looking at this
well-built young man in shorts and a tee shirt, thinking how much I loved this
sad and hurt child. As I stooped to pick up the morning paper, I couldn't help
but notice his strong tanned legs. My eyes must have lingered a bit as they
followed the muscular contours of his body up to meet his, but he didn't seem
to notice. He was gazing down the front of my pajamas. I knew he was staring at
breasts, and the thought delighted me in a wicked, forbidden way. My nipples
stiffened, tingling as our eyes met. I invited him in.

We sat on the sofa and he talked. Janice and her bitching. Janice and her
unreasonable expectations. I listened as patiently as I could, but the longer
he talked, the more my mind filled with images of the two of us in every
imaginable sexual position. I smiled tenderly and told him I would rub his head
if it would make him feel better. Without hesitation, he laid his head in my
lap. I could no longer bear the temptation. It was an urge I couldn't resist. I
undid the second button of my pajama and brought out a titty. He responded
immediately. I cradled the hungry baby in my arms as he took my nipple between
his lips and traced light circles around the aureole with his tongue. I ran my
fingers through his short brown hair and he sucked.

My bitch daughter, I thought, always demanding, never satisfied. She didn't
deserve this gorgeous young man, though she found fault with him constantly,
and had even complained to me about the size of his penis. I remember listening
in on a phone conversation she had when she was in high school. Even then, she
was obsessed with the idea of "fat cocks". She had married Ben solely because
his family had money. Privately, she ridiculed his little dick to her friends
and even to me, her mother. I would see for myself.

As he lay there in my lap, I reached over and unzipped his pants. He was, in
fact, surprisingly small, and in spite of the incredible sexual tension of the
moment he was flaccid. He quivered, pulled his lips away from one breast and
reached gently into my kimono for the other. He lifted it with his chin, wetly
lapping at its underside. I felt myself wetten at the sight. I examined him
thoroughly. I wasn't disappointed with him. His penis was very, well it was
just pretty. I felt strong and in control. An image came to me of my husband
with his thick, pudgy phallus and the countless times he'd made me kneel and
drink his salty, clumpy ejaculate. This was more to my liking. A little dick is
much better, much easier to get your mouth over. I would give it the attention
it deserved. The boy-man cuddled even closer as I manipulated his thing,
feeding noisily at my tit.

"Suck, baby. Mama's gonna work your worm now." I whispered. I took the boyish
head of his limp little weenie between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it back
and forth like a pencil. His butt squirmed on the couch and he sucked hard on
my right breast, as if I had milk to give. He thrust his hips upward as I
jiggled his pee pee, marveling at his swelling balls, still nestled in
underwear and shorts, hugely disproportionate from his childish tool. He bucked
like a young stallion as I tickled his pee-hole with my forefinger.

I pulled his trim foreskin up and down as he climaxed, still not quite erect. I
squeezed, running my hand up the length of him, steadying the rhythm of his
orgasm, holding him off for excruciatingly long intervals between each jet of
pearly fluid. More of the milky juice than I'd ever seen come out of a man. It
was everywhere. All over his pants. In my hair, just colored the day before.
Warm rivulets streamed down my bosom, where he continued to nurse voraciously
as I milked his pretty little cock. I pulled my breast out of my son-in-law's
mouth, taking it in my hands to lick it myself. His love-piss was good. I had a
shuddering climax at the taste of it and the very thought of sucking his dick.
I slid to my side and leaned over him, deep into the cushions of the couch,
shifting my hips toward his face. Taking him entirely in my mouth, I cleaned
the thickening come from the base of his penis to the tip, as it continued to
ooze warm nectar.

Ben pressed his face into my hairy mound and began licking my moist slit. I
humped his mouth in wild animal spasms, coming over and over again. Now his
tiny prick stood straight up as I kissed it . He was going to squirt a second
time. We locked in a passionate sixty nine, eagerly pleasuring one another. I
had never known such total abandonment and pure carnal joy. Just as I
approached an indescribably intense climax, his penis strained and released
another load of seed. I swallowed every drop.

Ben continues to visit me whenever possible. Usually, I meet him at the door in
garter belt and dark stockings, where I kneel and suck him off before a word is
said. Sometimes, we go directly to the bedroom, where I lean over the bed with
my feet on the floor, allowing him to kiss my puss and asshole to his heart's
content. We have an ideal sexual relationship, and neither my husband or bitch
daughter is the wiser. Ben and I like it like that.

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