The morning after our turkey day tryst, my mother-in-law Marilyn, apparently more level-headed and pious while sober, pretended like nothing had happened between us. When we shared a moment alone together in the kitchen, I slid up behind her and kissed her neck. She pulled away from me and gave me a little nudge with her elbow. I was puzzled to say the least.
Marilyn spoke barely a word to me the rest of the weekend. As Linzie and I got in our car to drive home, I had begun to wonder if the basement rendevous with my mother-in-law was a one-time thing. A small part of me even doubted that the whole thing had happened. It was such a wild and surreal experience. Had I dreamed the whole thing?
Of course I knew I hadn't, but I was quite angry that I still had not satisfied the craving for my mother-in-law. Each time within the next couple of weeks that I fucked my wife, I tried to imagine it was her mom. But now, having felt and seen the real thing, it was harder to pretend.
About mid-December, three weeks after that fateful Thanksgiving Day, I got a call from Marilyn. I was at home with the afternoon off from work. She asked if we could get together and talk. Talk? Is that really all she wanted to do was talk? I invited her over to find out.
Marilyn walked into the house, bundled up in her winter coat, with a sour look on her face.
"Fuck," I said to myself, she really does just want to talk.
Marilyn wouldn't even take off her coat at first, until finally with my insistance, she allowed me to take it from her. I told her to come in and sit down, but she refused, preferring to stand in the doorway.
"Let's make this short and sweet," she started. "What happened on Thanksgiving was a mistake. We both know that if anyone ever found out what happened, our marriages would be destroyed. And I know we both don't want that."
"I love your daughter, but she doesn't come close to making me feel the way you do," I responded. "And don't tell me Jim, satisfies you, because I know he doesn't."
"I love Jim."
"And I love Linzie. But what they don't know won't hurt them."
"But what if--,"
I cut her off mid-sentence by shoving my lips upon hers and kissing her.
It didn't take long for her resistance to melt, soon she was kissing me back, stammering in between our passion, "But it's not right."
I looked Marilyn straight in the eye, and said, "Marilyn, I want to fuck you. I've wanted to fuck you for ten years. I NEED to fuck you."
I kissed her neck, sucking gently, and then I heard her relinquish softly, "fuck me. fuck me."
With that I led her to my wife and I's bedroom. I kissed Marilyn in the center of the room and laid her down upon the bed.
Quickly I unbottoned her blouse, practically tearing the buttons off. I pulled her bra up and brought my mouth to her nipples and hungrily sucked upon them. I felt her fingers running through the back of my hair as I lovingly suckled at her tit, using my free hand to massage her other breast.
After a bit of breast work, I yanked Marilyn's jeans down, pausing momentarily to check out her underwear that in truth were nothing special, just a blue pair of brief style panties. I yanked her panties off with her jeans, and she lay before me completely naked except for the white bra that still was haphazardly caught above her tits and below her neck. I took care of that by quickly pulling her bra above her head.
I started to remove my clothing as soon as possible, frantically trying to get my cock into this 56 year-old woman as soon as possible. I could tell Marilyn couldn't wait either. Just as my final piece of clothing, my right sock, left my body, I climbed on top of Marilyn and readied to fuck her.
However, she stopped me by saying, "no," and grabbing me by the shoulders, pushing me down on my back as she roled her curvy frame on top of mine. I smiled, getting ready to enjoy the ride.
