I was feeling good because I had gotten off early from work. I was the assistant manager of a shoe store in a mall and I worked a very irregular schedule. I had worked four hours today, and at one o'clock I was off for the day. I was driving home, and on the seat beside me was a small paper bag with a gift in it for my wife, Linda. Light blue nylon stockings. They were really a present for both of us because I liked stockings and my wife liked wearing them for me. A perfect match.
She had a statuesque figure. Big boobs, nicely rounded ass, and long slender legs, which became even more fantastic when covered in silk or nylon or fishnets—I swerved back into my lane and decided to keep my mind on the road until I got home.
It was broiling hot, and as I walked up the sidewalk to the house I wished it had air-conditioning. It was a small house where we lived with my wife's mother, Mickey, and it was cooler inside than out, but still too hot for comfort. I walked in the door and headed down the hall towards the kitchen to get a beer out of the fridge. But as I came to the door to the den, I stopped. I could see the couch in there and I could see Mickey lying on the couch. And I could see that she was almost naked.
I had seen Mickey's body once or twice—just a glimpse, living with her in a small house and all that. But I had never had a long, good look, which is what I was about to do. I walked quietly over to the couch where she lay, ready to bolt if she started to wake up. She was wearing her bra and panties—or rather, she was covered by her bra, for she had taken her arms out of the straps, and it was lying lightly on top of her twin mounds. She was 48 years old—that I knew—but her tits were still firm, but tending to fall to the side a bit. Her belly wasn't flabby, but soft-looking and a little plump. Then there was a slope down to her mound of Venus. Her legs were fantastic. She had been in dance competitions when she was younger, and her legs were still tight and shapely—not as good as my wife's but definitely the legs of a much younger woman. Most exciting of all to me, and where I concentrated my gaze, was a dark triangle of hair in exactly the right spot under her panties.
"How long have you been standing here?" she asked, and I nearly jumped pout of my skin. I decided honesty was the best policy.
"Uhh, a minute—or two," I said lamely, trying unsuccessfully not to look embarrassed.
Then she asked me a second question which really surprised me. "And do you like what you see?"
Again I decided on honesty. "You look -- great."
"Just great?" She gave a mock pout.
"I mean you look fantastic—uh, you look incredibly—" I paused.
"Incredibly what? Sexy? It's ok if that's what you want to say."
"Yeah, incredibly sexy." I tried to swallow the lump in my throat.
I was having a problem with my eyes—I didn't know where to look. I tried to keep my eyes on Mickey's but they kept jumping of their own accord back to her barely covered tits or panties and legs then they would go back and fasten on her eyes again her eyes which could be described as "smoldering."
She gave a slow, sexy smile and while still keeping her eyes locked on mine, she brought her fingers up, hooked them under her loose bra, and slowly slid it off her tits. Her nipples were large and brown, and already hard.
"What do you think now?" she asked in a sultry voice.
I swallowed several times, trying to get some coherent words to come out, but they wouldn't. my eyes were now devouring her nipples.
She gently pinched both nipples, making them even harder and said huskily, "What are you waiting for?"
I let the paper bag in my hand drop and I fell to my knees where I proceeded to fondle one luscious tit while my mouth went to the other, gently kissing it and licking the hard brown nipple. I knew I had done the right thing because she gave a sexy moan and pushed her boob further into my mouth. I started to suck her nipple.
Very quickly my hand headed south towards her panties. While continuing to give all my oral attention to her tits, I toyed with the elastic of her panties—the waistband and the legs, sliding a finger a little way under them and gently stroking her warm flesh. It had the desired effect—she put her hands on her panties and tugged them down while continuing to make little mewing sounds as I lovingly licked her firm boobs. She took my roaming hand and placed it squarely on her mound. Her bush was already wet, and as I rubbed the flat of my hand over her hairy triangle, she gave a gasp. She took my hand again and this time moved it right between her legs which she spread wide and rubbed my finger on her pussy lips.
I was going crazy. My hand was busy probing her swelling pussy lips, my mouth was licking her luscious nipples, and I took my other hand and started to try to get my belt undone. After an unsuccessful minute or so, I reluctantly but quickly stood up and was out of my clothes in record time. I knelt down again and this time buried my face in Mickey's hairy snatch which was by now wet and inviting.
I tried not to rush things. I nibbled around the top of her gash, kissed her hairy mound, then slid my tongue down in to the folds of her cunt. I worked her pussy lips apart with my tongue and found her clit. I knew I had found it, even though it was small, because she let out a long loud moan and said "yeah, yeah, lick me there, that's it—that's IT!"
After a couple of minutes of having her clit licked and her love box probed by my searching tongue, she seemed like she was ready to come. I climbed up on the couch and spread her legs a bit wider, then lowered my stiff rod into her open hole. All the way in. God, she felt so good—tight and warm, like velvet. When I was all the way in her she wriggled her hips from side to side, creating an incredible sensation. I heard her whispering but I couldn't quit make out the words. A minute later she got louder and I heard her say, "Oh God, yes, yes, it's been so long—too long since I've been fucked!"
I withdrew about halfway and then lowered myself all the way in again. This time she thrust her mound up to meet me and we developed a rhythm that lasted about 30 seconds before she started coming, She was whispering, but whispering as loud as she could—"fuck me, fuck, oh yeah, fuck me." As she started to shake with her orgasm I let myself go and came with her. Long after I had stopped cumming she continued to twitch and each time she gave a little cry of delight.
After we had stopped shivering and shaking and panting, I eased my weight off her and lay beside her on the couch. She had other ideas however and she got up and quickly left the room. I minute later I heard the shower start up. I got up too and took my clothes back to the bedroom and threw on some shorts while I waited for her to finish in the bathroom. I also did some thinking.
This couldn't happen again. I had just fucked my mother-in-law and what's more it had been fantastic. I didn't exactly feel guilty—I had done a good thing in a way because I had made her feel so good—her husband had been dead for 9 years and I assumed that's what she meant when she said it had been "too long." As long as my wife didn't find out I would be OK. But, it couldn't happen again—it would be way too exhausting to try to keep my horny wife satisfied while fucking her mother—not too mention the logistics of it all.
I heard the bathroom door open and I heard Mickey go into her room and close the door. I went to get my own shower. A couple of hours later my wife came home, and we chatted about our day while she relaxed, though I obviously didn't tell her
everything
. Linda fixed dinner, but when she called Mickey, she said she wasn't feeling well and to go ahead and eat without her. Linda was concerned, but Mickey said she would be OK, so Linda left her alone. I was relieved. It would have been very hard to sit at the table with a mother and daughter, both of whom I had fucked.
After dinner Linda and I went in the den and sat on the couch watching TV for a while. Again, I felt uncomfortable, because we were sitting on the very spot where I had made Mickey cream a few hours before, and I was sure I could still smell sex in the air. Linda didn't notice anything though until she said, "What's this?" She picked up a small paper bag from the floor.
"Oh, I almost forgot—I did forget," I said, "it's something that I picked up for you at work today." She looked inside and got a big smile on her face as she pulled out the pack of light blue nylons. "Naughty boy," she said in a reproving voice," you're not supposed to think about things like that when you're at work."
"How can I help it", I teased her, " all those women in short skirts showing themselves to me as they try on high heels make think of your gorgeous legs."
"You better be thinking of my legs," she laughed. My wife knew that sometimes I had to help customers try on a shoes and sometimes those customers, intentionally or not , let me get a good look up their skirts. She was OK with that because I would tell her about it when I came home, sometimes as a way of turning her on before we made love. "Do you want me to try these on for you?"
"That's why I bought them!"
She got up off the couch and walked to the door and looked out into the hallway. She couldn't see a light under Mickey's door and we hadn't heard her all evening, so she walked back into the den, turned off the TV, and began a very sexy strip-tease for me. I don't mean she did a bump-and-grind, but she slowly and seductively pulled down her dark blue trousers and stepped out of them. Then she pulled her lavender sweater off over her head, shaking her thick brown curls as she did so and licking her lips in a most lascivious way.. Now she was standing a few feet away from me in just her white bikini panties and lacy bra— a bra which didn't really do enough to cover her boobs. She sat down in the armchair next to the tv and spread her legs wide, giving me a view of her panty-covered cunt while she slowly pulled on the stockings, continuing to lick her lips. She began whispery commentary as she did so:
Oh yeah, these feel so silky, I be they feel even better when I get them on my legs, I'll bet I look so
fuckable
when I pull them up and put my high heels back on,; those high heels will make me look so good, I know why they call them 'fuck-me pumps', because when I get my stockings and heels on that's what I want, I want someone to fuck me,; to pump me, while they're running their hands over my silky legs and squeezing my ass, making me all hot and wet, and making my nipples hard... oh, look, my nipples got hard while I was thinking about being fucked..."
