Across the water
We once had the great good fortune to go, as a family, for a full year in the US, while I underwent training and familiarisation for a new role with a new, American, company.
We lived in idyllic surroundings in a fine rented house near the ocean with our kids happy in the local school and my wife Jo free to shop and enjoy herself. We had a fairly steady stream of visitors, mostly from the UK, so the guest bedroom was pretty busy.
Towards the end of our stay, my mother-in-law came to spend three weeks with us. Helen was in her late fifties, in good shape and loads of fun, without any recognised male partner at that time, although Jo, my wife, was sure that Helen got her fair share of sex from various different men and was pleased for her mother in that way.
Midway through Helen's last week with us, Jo took her to the spa which she was in the habit of visiting once a month for pedicure, manicure, massage, make-up and, sometimes, hair styling - on top and down below.
That day, by arrangement, I finished work early and collected the kids from school and, after the requisite ice creams, took them home to wait for the ladies to get back.
When Jo and Helen did come home, they were both in high spirits and looked superb. The kids were still at the age where once they had been put to bed, they crashed out for the night and were never seen or heard until morning. Jo and I had taken full advantage of this to use both the lounge and guest bedroom for our sex games; it was a private thing between us when we had someone occupying the guest room to joke about what we had done on that very bed and it was only earlier that same week that Jo had found it quite a turn on to recall standing over me as I lay on the guest bed and letting all my cum leak out of her cunt into my mouth.
Back to this evening with Jo and her mother. With the children asleep in bed, I poured us all a large glass of wine and asked them to tell me about their day and why they were in such high spirits.
"That's because we've had a quite wonderful time, haven't we Mum?" said Jo.
"We certainly did," Helen agreed.
"Come on then, spill the beans."
"Who's going to tell him, you or me?" - this from Jo.
"Oh, I think you should; I wouldn't want your lovely husband shocked by his mother in law."
"Well -- you know we went to the spa? I had decided I was having the full Monty, all the treatments including -- wait for this -- having my pubic hair removed -- completely. Well this sweet lady I call Mother and you call Helen decided that whatever I was getting done, she was having some too. The only thing different was -- should I tell him, Mum? -- Mum only had a tidy-up down there, not the full treatment I went for. But there we were together, completely starkers and she's telling me she's loving every minute of it. What do you think of that?"
I swallowed my instinctive reply, although the atmosphere in the room was starting to feel heavy with potential for an exciting evening.
Jo carried on regardless, not giving me time to come up with an answer to her question.
"While we were in there, I told Mum about our habit of christening every pair of pants I ever get by having it off while I wear them, so she decides we are going into the department store on our way back here so she can buy me some new ones for you to fuck me in."
If Helen noticed her daughter's choice of words, she didn't show it.
"I picked some black ones, my usual size and style, but Mum insisted on also buying me a pair that are way smaller than anything I've ever worn -- and she has the cheek to say that they would be just right for you and me to celebrate me going bald down there, as she so charmingly put it. Well, I haven't tried them on yet, but I do know that if I wasn't completely shaved down there, they would look all wrong. I think you need to refill these wine glasses, don't you Mum?"
I was conscious, as I stood up to do just that, that my aroused cock was evident through my trousers, but neither woman commented, although I knew they had both noticed it.
As I sat down, Jo went on "I wanted to return the favour and told Mum to pick a nice set, bra and pants, for herself -- and she must have been right in the mood because the ones she chose are very sexy and totally see-through, aren't they?"
Helen drank from her glass and nodded her agreement. "I need to go to the loo" said Helen and left the two of us alone.
Jo stood up and pulled my face onto her soft, full breasts, asking me "Are we shocking you?"
"No," I mumbled, "but I'm not sure what's going on."
"We're all having fun -- that's all, and I hope there's going to be lots more tonight. Mum said that if we wanted, we should go ahead and christen my new pants even though she's here with us. She said she's happy to go into her room if we don't want her to watch us."
