Deb, my mother in law had just sucked my thick cock and let me cum all over her face and chest then walked up to her room to get cleaned off. My mind was still spinning. I'm naked from the waist down, still sitting in my recliner. I have no idea where this incursion in our relationship will take us.
What kind of man am I for allowing this to happen? What does it say about her? How long had she lusted for me? Is that why she stepped up and allowed us to move in? What will my kids think of us? They can't know, no one can.
Unsure how long had passed, I dozed off, finally walking up to my cock throbbing against my thigh. I hesitantly stood up and slowly made my way up the steps of my den. Making my way through the house, naked from the waist down, I knocked on Deb's lightly.
No answer.
I could just leave, forget this evening even happen. That would be the smart thing to do but something kept me in place. My sexual attraction wouldn't let me leave. Slowly I turned the door know and slipped in. Closed the door behind me and locked it.
Expecting me much sooner dept left a single light on on the far side of the room. She faced me asleep. She lightly snored as she laid in the fetal position, naked with the exception of a pair of boy short. Her heavy breasts laying on top of each other, pressed together at an odd angle. Her waste dipping down as her hips jetted out. The natural full figured curves were gentle on my eyes.
I walked towards her, she rustled a bit. I wanted this bitch. I kneel down and gently kiss along her chest, gently sucking at her nipple. I made a gentle sucking noise, hoping to gently wake her from her sleep. I didn't want to startle her, even though part of me wants to just jump ontop of her and take exactly what I wanted.
Deb's eyes slowly began to open, a sly smile slowly creeps over her face. I find the deep laugh lines of her face endearing.
"I thought you decided to stand me up."
"No, I had to rationalize what we are doing. You know this is wrong."
She stroked my face and looked at me with an unflinching gaze.
"Son.."
It was something she called me from time to time, usually when we were on good terms and not arguing. This time when she said it, it had a slightly different tone. Almost as if she was toying with me.
"..I know it's wrong, it's precisely why you're here. My daughter would tell me quite a bit about your lives together. Who do you think talked her into doing alot of the fantasies you shared with her?"
"What?"
"She didn't have alot of experience when you two got married and you turned out to be someone who had, umm, an interesting level of kink she wasn't ready for. She would come to me and I would encourage her to be a good wife."
I laughed and stood up to get in bed with her. She turned to sit up a bit. Our conversation went on for another hour. She spilled secrets about her life that I had never known. She went on to tell me that her husband was a bit of a prude and there were many things that she always wanted but never got to try so she quietly lived vicariously through us.
"She would tell me all the kinky things you would make her do. Things she kind of hated to do but I talked her I to doing under the banner of being a good wife."
"Wow.. I knew she wasn't totally into it all but she never said no."
"Yeah, I know. So you two became the portal to the sex life I always wanted. Often times after talking to her I would wait until my husband was asleep and I would sneak off into the living room and masturbate. Imagining that all those twisted sorted things were happening to me.. Umm.. By you."
