My Naughty Mother In Law

The first time we met was when I needed to refill my prescription for atorvastatin. She smiled when I handed her the prescription and told me to wait and that it would be ready in less than 15 minutes. I sat in the waiting area across from her and watched her at work. She was pretty and smiled at everybody who needed help. At one point, there was a commotion among the pharmacy staff. She was the only calm one and continued to grin. Seeing a young girl who was pretty and nice always attracted me. Since I broke up with my girlfriend about a month earlier, I thought of ways to ask her out.

As luck would have it, my medication was ready after 17 minutes of waiting. When she called me to get it, I smiled at her and said, "Lady, you screwed up royally. It was more than the 15 minutes you promised, so you owe me. May I have a coffee with you?"

She laughed, "If I go out with everybody who gets his drug later than promised, I won't have time to do other things."

"Please, do me the honors, and I'll tell you about my many travels abroad."

"You are too young to have seen many countries."

"I visited 57 countries, including exotic ones. I can show you my pictures to prove it."

She sighed, "I finish at 4 pm. If you are around, we can have a coffee at the nearby Dunkin Donuts."

"Thank you. I'll see you then."

I arrived slightly before 4 pm and waited for her to leave work. Only when she came from behind the counter I could see her body. She was about 5'5", 120 pounds. Her body seemed OK, although it was tough to judge with her loose pants and blouse.

We sat down, and when our drinks were ready, I brought her latte and my espresso to our table.

Her eyes inspected me before saying, "My name is Ella. I know you are Grant from your prescription. So, what interesting countries did you visit?"

"Among the more exotic ones - South Africa, The Maldives, Easter Island, and Cambodia. Have you traveled abroad?"

"In my dreams. I haven't had time to do it yet. I began working in the pharmacy immediately after finishing school. I hoped to work for 2 years before starting to think about other things, including trips. So, which one of your destinations made the most impression?"

"It's very hard to say. Each place has its own attractions and charm, and often, the overall impression depends on other things like the length of stay, weather, the company you travel with, and luck. So what place did you dream of going to?"

"Mostly Hawaii. I've heard about the islands, and one day I'll go there."

"I've been to Hawaii 3 times and enjoyed Kauai, Maui, and The Big Island. Each island has unique attractions that are worth a visit."

We continued chatting, and both felt a connection. At one point, she looked at her watch and realized it was 6 pm. She stood up and apologized, "Grant, it was nice to meet you, but it's becoming late, and I have to go home."

"May I call you and see you again?"

'Yes, you can, but usually, after a day's work, I am tired. If you are free, I prefer to meet you on the weekend."

"I can pick you up from home, and we can stroll in the nearby state park."

"I'll meet you at the entrance to the park on Saturday at 10 am. OK?"

I thought Ella was too embarrassed I'd see her house or family members and agreed.

...

I dressed in jeans pants, and a tee shirt and drove to the park. I arrived early and saw her parking her Toyota Corolla. She looked very different this time; Her long brown hair was tied in a ponytail, and she wore pants with a tight short sleeved blouse. She looked like a teenager.

I greeted her and laughed, "Ella, you look fantastic and very young. I hope you are at least 18. I do not want to be found guilty of being with a minor..."

She grinned, "Thanks for the compliment, but I am 25. In any case, we are just walking together, and I think you are allowed to do it with a minor."

The stroll was lovely. The day was nice, and we walked between the large trees, finding several types of mushrooms. She knew which ones were poisonous vs those which were eatable. A couple of deer crossed the road, ignoring us. The trail led to an uphill climb. She tripped slightly on slippery stones. I grabbed her hand and helped her up. I continued holding her hand later as well. Ella did not try to free her hand. The rest of our walk was hand in hand. We talked very little, each one feeling our bond deepened and chat was not needed.

When we were back at our cars, I kissed her softly on her lips and asked her when I could meet her again. She smiled, "If you want, we can see a movie tomorrow. The movie Poor Things plays at 7 pm."

"I heard the movie is weird but was done well and got good reviews. How would you like me to meet you?"

"I'll be at the theater 5 minutes before the movie begins."

I met her there dressed in clean khakis and a white, long sleeved shirt. This time, her hair was loose, and she had red lipstick on. Ella wore a pretty dress and looked very attractive. I whistled appreciatively. Ella blushed, "Thank you. You look very good yourself." We sat on the side seats in the last row.

As the lights dimmed, she leaned her head on my shoulder. I hugged her and kissed her lips. Her lipstick tasted good. After the kiss, she gazed at my face. I Kissed her again, and she spread her lips for me for a French one. My tongue explored her oral cavity. She tasted sweet. I left my hand on her shoulder and massaged her upper arm lightly. Then, in the dark, Ella turned her back to me and leaned on my chest. As a result, my hand slipped over her chest. I moved it back to her shoulder, but she took my palm and placed it on her covered breast. It was perky, likely a B-cup, and I felt her nipple harden. I caressed it and then fondled it, hearing her moan. She put her hand on my thigh and massaged it mildly.

After 20 minutes of ads and clips of future movies, the feature film started. We concentrated on the screen as my hand continued kneading her boob over her dress.

About half an hour into the movie, I felt her body tense. I pinched her covered nipple gently, and Ella groaned. Then she grabbed my hand and inserted it inside her cleavage. Her bare tit was warm and smooth. My fingers found her tiny, stiff nipple and tweaked it. She gasped and trembled somewhat. I turned her face toward me and French kissed her again. Her hand began trailing up my thigh, and soon she reached my groin. By that time, my penis was at full mast.

Ella rubbed it over my pants and whispered, "Grant, I feel you need help. Interested?"

"I'd love to."

Her fingers fumbled with my fly and unzipped it, cautious not to trap my member in the zipper. Then she lowered my briefs and bobbed her palm over it. She smiled at me, "You have a monster dick. I hope I won't choke on it."

She bent, and her lips wrapped around the sponged head. She milked it and then glanced at me, "You must be very aroused. Your precum welcomed me."

"Ella, you are very sexy, and your mouth is doing an excellent job on my rod. What did you expect?"

"Nothing YET, but pretty soon to solve your little... let me rephrase it, huge problem."

"Do you want me to hand you a tissue?"

"I don't think it will be needed."

As her bobbing of my cock intensified, I unzipped the upper part of her dress and unclasped her bra. I pushed sideways the dress straps, and it fell to her waist, with the bra landing on her lap.

Since her head was on my groin, I could not see her tits, but I was able to massage the one closest to me. Her head moved faster on my prick, encompassing almost all of it and then milking it on the way out. Ella was doing a commendable job, and I felt my climax was pending.

"Ella, I am going to cum in seconds..."

She increased her speed, and I erupted in her mouth shortly after, filling her mouth with my goo. She expertly vacuumed my pecker until nothing was left and then grinned, "Your cum is yummy. I like to give head, but not always the taste of a man's ejaculate. In your case, both were better than expected."

"Thank you, both for the compliment and the fantastic BJ. And what about you?"

"Despite missing some scenes, I'd like to continue seeing the movie. But afterward, we can go to your house and finish what we started here."

"Sounds like a good idea."

...

Driving home was fun. The Ella who went to the movie was completely different from the one who exited the theater. She turned to me, unbuttoned my shirt, and massaged my pectorals with one hand while her other unzipped my fly and kneaded my organ nonstop. The lady was on the prowl! My cock answered the challenge by rising for the occasion. I was 200 yards from home when her mouth latched onto my prick. I parked the car, in my mind, thanking god for helping me avoid a collision on the road. I lifted her head tenderly and said, "Girl, we are home. Let's get in and continue enjoying the fun we started there."

Ella went to the bathroom and reappeared naked. She approached me and, without talking, started undressing me. I smiled and let her do it. Once I was naked, her mouth found my nipple and sucked it hard as her hand grasped my rising tower and squeezed it. She whispered, "Grant, I am horny as never before. Watching your god-sent body increases my appetite tremendously. Fuck me!"

"You were nice to me in the theater. Do you want me to return the favor?"

"Some other time. Right now, I want you to ravage my body and drill me with your beautiful tool until I see stars."

Ella was insatiable; I pounded her body for half an hour continuously. She climaxed 3 times and was ready for more. After her 3rd time, I came like gangbusters deep in her vagina. Five minutes later, she was ready for more. We rested for 15 minutes before placing her on her knees and elbows and ramming my cock in her pussy mercilessly for 20 minutes. Two minutes after I began plowing into her, Ella went into a status orgasm that ended long after I dumped the rest of my testicle content into her womb.

We were tired and slept for 2 hours before waking up. She looked at me admiringly, "Grant, you were awesome. Please drive me to my car. I need to return home. Now that you had sex with me, are you still interested in seeing me again?"

"Of course. More than ever!"

She grinned, "Good. I think we'll be a good match. I like you, and sex with you is out of this world. By the way, if you are not busy next weekend, I'd like to introduce you to my parents."

"Sounds good."

She scribbled something on a piece of paper and said, "If you do not regret your decision, call me at the phone number I left to find out what time you should be at my house for dinner on Saturday. Until then, if you are in the mood for hanky-panky, let me know..."

Back to her car, she insisted on me driving with my fly open. She rested her head on my lap and used my cock as a pacifier. When we separated, she murmured, "I love my new pacifier. It feels good in my mouth, and when hard, it devours me like never before." She French kissed me and left.

On my way home, I thought to myself, I never had such a cock-crazy woman before. I considered MY sex drive to be above average, but she was much hungrier than me. I liked the idea and was anxious to meet her folks.

...

During the week, I met her twice after work, and as expected, both times, the sex was wild. The first time, she rode me for almost an hour and came multiple times. The second evening, when I asked Ella if she wanted to try a different position, she uncharacteristically seemed embarrassed. I inquired, "What is it?"

"...I wish to try anal... I did it once before, and it was pleasurable, but the guy I dated then had a much less impressive dick..."

"We can do it. I promise to be patient and take it easy unless YOU ask differently."

In the past, I've done anal 3 times. One of the girls hated it and refused to repeat it. The other 2 liked the latter part but complained the initial part was painful.

I let Ella suck my cock, which I knew helped her get in the mood. At the same time, I pinched her nipples, making her hornier. I turned her to lay on her abdomen, spread her legs wide, and thrust my member into her pussy. I used slow, hard strokes as my hand spread an abundant amount of KY jelly on her crack. I continued fucking her cunt and penetrated with my forefinger into her puckered hole. She gasped and began quivering. I inserted a second finger and made circular movements in her anus to dilate her circumference. Her shivering became stronger. I spanked her round tushie once. She shook violently. I spanked the other cheek and continued doing it at an increasing power. Then I pulled her hips up so she was on her knees, removed my fingers, and gingerly advanced into her back hole with my stiff member while continuing to slap her ass cheeks.

Ella screamed her heart out. In the beginning, I could not tell if this was related to her pleasure or pain. However, soon her butt countered my movements, reassuring me she loved my action. I accelerated my strokes, fucking her asshole with abandon. It was much tighter than her vagina, and her constant climax-spasming pussy heightened my arousal further. I ejaculated a ton of spunk in her bowels before rolling on my side and catching my breath.

Ella rested motionless for a long time before raising her head, "Honey, you are a sex god. I never knew sex could be THAT good."

I smirked, "For a price, I might agree to fuck you again in the future."

She smiled, "How much?"

"A good French kiss, no less!"

She grinned, "You drive a hard bargain. I'll need to consult my parents about it. Jokes aside, don't forget to be at my house on Saturday at 6:30 pm for dinner."

I said, "Are you sure? I've never met your parents before, and I hate to make your mother slave preparing a meal for me."

She chuckled, "You don't know anything about my family, do you?"

"How would I know? We discussed several subjects, and lately, sex occupied our time more than anything else, but you never mentioned anything about your family, not even your last name.

"Grant, dress neatly, not with a tie or a jacket, but clean clothes. You'll get all the information you want over dinner."

...

I google-mapped Ella's address and it focused on a mansion on Lake Drive. WTF!

Until that moment, I thought she didn't want to talk about her family because they were poor or, god forbid, criminals...

I dressed nicely and brought with me a dozen yellow and pink roses and a good cognac. I rang their bell on time, and Ella opened the door for me. She was dressed in a long evening gown and looked amazing. I kissed her lightly. She noticed the flowers and alcohol and smiled, "That's nice of you. Here, let me introduce to you my father. Mom is still dressing up for her entrance."

I saw a man in his mid 50s, about 5'11", 220 pounds, slightly balding, with a bulging belly, and a pleasant smile. He extended his hand to me, "Hi, I am Jack. I heard a lot about you. It seems Ella found somebody she really likes because until now we weren't allowed to meet her former boyfriends."

I gave him the cognac and grinned, "I hope not to disappoint you."

And then the mother showed up. She wore a tight black dress with 3" pumps. Her face showed a significant amount of mascara and red hot lipstick. She was about 5'7", 130 pounds, with massive tits that were only partly covered by her generous cleavage.

"Mom, this is the not-so-smart guy, Grant, who, despite my flaws, agreed to go out with me. And this is my mother, Diana."

I handed Diana the bouquet of flowers and said, "Ma'am, was Ella adopted? You look too young to be her biological mother."

She had a cute smile, "Ella was right. You ARE a gentleman." Her eyes inspected me up and down, and she added, "And you look good, too."

I joked, "Diana, I had to have at least one good thing to capture your daughter's heart."

She leaned into my ear and whispered, "The way I was told, you conquered more than just her heart."

I stared at her, and she winked at me, "Guys, let's go to the table. Sofia is signaling to me from the kitchen the meal is ready."

We went to the large dining room. Jack sat at the head of the table, I sat to his right with Ella by my side, and Diana sat on Jack's left, in front of me.

Jack asked me about my job, and I said I was a software analyst and worked mostly from home. He seemed to be happy with my answer and commented, "Yes, the future is in computers and AI, so if you are good at what you do, your future is secure." I planned to say something, but his phone rang, and he left the table to get it. He returned a couple of minutes later and announced, "Unfortunately, I have to go. We have an emergency. Young guy, it was nice meeting you."

The dinner was delicious and included lobster bisque soup, beet salad, pepper steak with baked potatoes and green beans, red Malbec wine, and a choice of creme brulee or European style apple pie. I had to admit I had never eaten such a tasty meal, even in good restaurants.

Later, we sat in the living room and talked. Diana asked me questions about my travels. I answered politely, but I got the impression her interest was more physical than trips-related as her eyes moved multiple times down my body, sneaking peeks at my groin. Initially, I found it to be strange, but then it occurred to me that Ella might have talked to her Mom about our sex life. I wasn't certain about it, but it was the only logical explanation I could think of. Our chat was pleasant, and the more time passed, the easier it was to talk, probably as a consequence of realizing Diana wasn't trying to mock me, as well as the alcohol.

Before leaving, I kissed Diana's cheek and Ella's lips. Diana said, "Grant, you are always welcome here. See you again soon."

The following day, Ella texted me, 'Honey, my parents loved you. Thank you for being patient with them. See you later.'

...

Ella and I continued seeing each other every weekend and at least 3 times during the work week. We even found time to travel to Maui for a week. We loved spending time together. Our sex drive did not diminish. We used the common positions as well as original variations in all 3 holes. I liked sex. A lot. But Ella CRAVED sex. She used every opportunity to get it. We even experimented doing it outdoors a couple of times.

A year later, we got married. I thought we should live in my house, but Ella said she didn't like it. When I inquired why, she said bluntly, "The kitchen is too small, the closet space is not enough, and I do not like the master bathroom. Let's move to my house. We have 5 extra rooms nobody is using now, so in addition to having one as our bedroom, you can have a workroom, too. The bathrooms are much better. Sofia arrives every day at 2 pm. She won't disturb you. In addition to cleaning, she will do our laundry and prepare dinner."

I wasn't convinced it was such a good idea to live with her parents under the same roof, but I didn't want to argue. I was willing to try, and if I didn't like it there, move to my house or rent an apartment until we could afford to buy a house. Neither Ella nor I wanted the parents to help pay for a house. It was enough that we stayed at their house and had free dinners and laundry services.

...

I was used to working on my computer at home. I had my routine: Eat breakfast, work for an hour and a half, exercise in my room for half an hour, work another hour, and then sit on the balcony for 20 minutes to watch the neighborhood. Later, I grabbed a sandwich with yogurt and continued working as much as needed until I was done.

The huge new house did not give me the same vibe. Ella and I ate breakfast together at 7 am, and she left for work at 7:30 am. And then I was alone in our quarters.

The first day, after Ella left, I went to check the rest of the house wearing a tight tee shirt with my shorts. I didn't expect anybody to be at home. Nobody was in the kitchen, but I heard noises coming from the other side of the house. I moved quietly, and in one of the rooms, I saw Diana doing yoga in front of a mirror, with background music playing, and the voice of a yoga instructor heard as well. I stood by the open door and watched her perform various poses. She wore yoga leggings and a bra outfit that barely covered her voluptuous tits.