Albert's Family

When her husband Albert suddenly announced that he had to spend a couple of days at some kind of business meeting Penelope started to make a lot of noise about not wanting to be left all alone in the house with their son Joey.

Penelope would have been the first to admit that she had always been pretty useless in an emergency. If anything in the house were to break down or if, God forbid, there was a prowler, she would be a basket case. She was very worried about how she would react if something happened and her big, strong husband wasn't there to take care of it.

Though she would never admit it to her husband for fear he would take it the wrong way, she was hoping that her sister's hunky son would be drafted into coming over to keep an eye on things. He was just such a handsome young man, always very generous with the compliments, and always ready to lend a helping hand. Albert had once told her that the boy was hitting on her but that was just plain ridiculous. She was his both his Aunt and a married woman, after all.

She couldn't help but be a little disappointed when her husband told her who he had talked into staying with her for a few days. "Your mother?!"

Albert's mother, Jasmine, was a tall, distinguished woman with a very forceful and dominating personality. She had been forced to raise her family all alone when her husband died suddenly in an accident, so Penelope supposed it was only to be expected that she would develop a sort of take-charge personality, but it was still alien to the innocent, soft-spoken young woman. Understandably, the two women had never been close.

There was no denying that Jasmine could handle any crisis that popped up however, and since she didn't really want to talk about why she was so eager to have it be her nephew she had no choice but to agree to the arrangement.

When Jasmine arrived, Albert met her out in the driveway with a warm hug and a chaste kiss on the lips. "Thanks for agreeing to do this, Mom," he told her while his wife could not overhear them. "The only other person who was available on such short notice would have been that nephew of her's and I swear he's out to get into her pants."

Jasmine laughed. "You don't have a thing to worry about, Albert. I doubt that little mouse of your's would ever have the nerve to cheat. Now go and bring in my bags while I go inside and say hello."

However beautiful Penelope might be, drawing an appreciative look from most every man she passed, Jasmine seriously doubted that she would even recognize that it was possible to sleep with someone other than her husband, much less actually do it. Penelope had always seemed meek and impossibly innocent to Jasmine. The girl had endured such a sheltered upbringing that it was probably understandable, but Jasmine could readily see that the girl really would be useless when something unexpected happened.

Jasmine and Penelope greeted each other with a friendly hug. Even though they didn't seem to have very much in common, they had always been able to maintain a cordial relationship. When Albert left for the airport an hour or so later he was confident that he had left his wife and son in the very best of hands.

When Penelope helped her mother-in-law unpack and get settled into the guest room, she couldn't help but notice that Jasmine quickly stashed one small bag in the closet without opening it. It almost seemed like she was trying to hide it from Penelope, but the girl resisted asking about it since she didn't want to seem nosey.

It was past noon by then and Jasmine had just spent the last couple of hours in her car, so she wanted to go take a quick shower and asked her daughter-in-law to fix her a small lunch. "Just a salad would be fine," she said as she disappeared into the bathroom.

Standing naked under the spray of hot water, surrounded by billowing clouds of steam, Jasmine felt her pussy stir to life as she slowly caressed the soap into her skin. She was not a woman to deny such a feeling and the fact that she was alone in her son's home with his wife did not stop her from slipping one hand between her legs. Closing her eyes, she fantasized she was back home being worshiped by her latest lover.

When she suddenly lost her husband while her son was still a boy, her neighbor and best friend Janet had spent a lot of time comforting and consoling her. It might have started out innocent as one friend trying to help another through a difficult time, but things soon took a romantic turn and the two women had spent several years screwing each other senseless whenever they could get away from their kids and Janet's husband. There had been some close calls, but they had managed to keep their affair secret until Janet's husband got transferred and she had to move away.

Jasmine spent the next couple of months missing her lover terribly, but then started to notice how many other beautiful young women lived near her. She seemed to have developed a craving for pussy and so she picked out a neighbor who seemed receptive and set to work seducing her. She was working on her slowly and subtly when she got the surprise of her life. Her target's daughter had come over one morning supposedly on some trivial errand only to make a major pass at Jasmine!

Jasmine had not hesitated for a moment to go to bed with this lovely little teenager and discovered right then and there that she had a real taste for young pussy. Oh, she ended up sleeping with the girl's mother too, but it was the daughter she kept calling over when she needed to get laid.

And all the while, Albert had never realized that his mother was a certifiable pussy junkie.

At the moment, she had taken possession of a sweet little teen named Candy who couldn't seem to keep her clothes on and her legs closed whenever she was near Jasmine. The sex crazed girl had even stripped nude and dived into Jasmine's pussy one morning while her parents were in the very next room!

Candy might have been just eighteen years old, but she ate pussy like a pro and it was her Jasmine was dreaming of.

Penelope just happened to be coming down the hallway when Jasmine stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her hair like a turban and another around her naked body. The young housewife came to a sudden stop and just stared at her mother-in-law.

Though in her fifties now, Jasmine had worked hard to have the body of a woman half her age. A good diet and lots of exercise had kept her from putting on too much extra weight and nothing yet had dared to start sagging or wrinkling. She had been blessed with a set of large breasts and dressed in just a towel she was showing a lot of cleavage and thigh and that was what her daughter-in-law seemed so interested in.

Penelope's eyes were wide and her mouth was hanging open as she stared at her. She had never really paid any attention to how well the older woman had kept herself up, never before noticed just how beautiful she actually was, and the young housewife was absolutely dumbstruck.

"Yes?" There was more than a trace of curiosity in Jasmine's voice.

Penelope started, her face flushing hotly as she finally realized that not only was she staring at her mother-in-law, she was standing in the middle of the hall and blocking her way back to the guest room to get dressed. She hastily stepped aside, mumbling an apology as Jasmine swept past her and shut the door.

Jasmine paused and stared at the door with a frown, wondering what that had all been about. Perhaps it was just the lingering effects of her sexual high from masturbating, but she could have sworn she recognized the look she had just seen on Penelope's face. It was the same one Candy always wore when she gazed at her mistress. She could hardly believe she had just seen that look on Penelope's face, though.

While she had certainly never asked her son about it, she had always assumed that the girl was not only a virgin when they married but completely inexperienced in the ways of the flesh. She was always so modest and uptight that she had feared for her son that Penelope might regard sex with her husband as a disagreeable chore. She would never have thought she would ever see such a look of lustful hunger in that woman's eyes, much less that it would be directed at her!

Starting to shiver as goose bumps erupted all over her exposed skin, Jasmine finally remembered that she was standing there wet and half naked under an air conditioner and so she hurried to finish drying and get dressed.

Lunch proved to be a trial for Penelope. All she could think about was how great Jasmine had looked in the hallway and, even though she kept chastising herself for it, her eyes were irresistibly drawn back time after time to how amply her mother-in-law filled out her blouse. She just assumed Jasmine didn't notice when the older woman didn't complain or lecture her for it.

Penelope thoughts returned to her senior year in high school and the incredible night she had spent with the girl who had been her very best friend, Gennifer.

She had been spending the night with her friend and everything had been perfectly innocent until Gennifer started talking about the boys she was dating and debating how well this one or that one kissed. When Gennifer asked Penelope what sorts of experiences she'd had with the boys, Penelope had been forced to admit that she had never even kissed a boy. As pretty as she already was then, she was not popular with the boys because she was so repressed that she wouldn't even let them get to first base.

She was so self-conscious that she was even afraid to try kissing the boys for fear she'd do it wrong and embarrass herself. Gennifer had volunteered to help her out with that and teach her how to do it. The idea of kissing another girl, even her best friend in the whole world, seemed a little weird to Penelope, but she did want to learn how to do this correctly and agreed.

That was how two teenaged girls in nightgowns ended up sitting on a bed behind a closed door and kissing each other. One or two innocent, friendly kisses turned into more and more, slowly deepening until their tongues were wrestling enthusiastically. Gennifer's hand had been on her friend's arm, slowly stroking up and down it, when it seemed to gravitate towards one of Penelope's breasts.

The two girls stopped kissing at last when Gennifer suddenly found herself holding one of her best friend's breasts, but then they started kissing each other more passionately and more deeply than ever before! Pushing Penelope down on her back, Gennifer let her hand slowly trail down her belly and slip up under the bottom of Penelope's nightgown.

With her finger's entangled in Gennifer's long hair and her tongue exploring her mouth, Penelope had spread her legs wide instinctively when she felt the other girl's hand on her thigh. Pulling down Penelope's panties none too gently, Gennifer was soon probing her wet cunt with her fingers. When those fingers captured the fat little clitoris, Penelope's hips had surged up off the bed and a deep, hungry moan had been torn from her, muffled only by Gennifer's mouth. She had buried her face in her best friend's neck then as Gennifer masturbated her to a huge climax, her very first.

In the aftermath of this everything seemed to change for the two girls. They both seemed to be more than a little shocked that this had happened, even embarrassed! Neither of them could imagine how something like this might have occurred and they drew away from each other immediately, hurrying to bury the desire they had felt for each other.

They could hardly stand to look at each other and did not want to talk about it, but could not think of anything else to talk about either. The tension became so thick in that bedroom that Penelope was soon getting dressed and going home. Unwilling to face what they had done in Gennifer's bedroom, they were soon unable even to face each other and they quickly drifted apart.

The night had always been Penelope's deepest, darkest secret and now, as she found herself staring at her mother-in-law's breasts, she felt herself being consumed with the same forbidden passion that had cost her that friendship.

Though she chose to keep silent about it while she thought this through, Jasmine certainly had noticed that her daughter-in-law seemed very interested in her tits. Where had this come from? she wondered silently. Was this the same virginal mouse who probably couldn't have even managed to say the word "tits?" She just didn't know what to think.

One thing Jasmine was starting to discover though, was that all the attention was starting to turn her on! She had never been immune to the appeal of any attractive woman, not even the ones her son had dated. While she would have never dreamed of making a play for any of those girls, she had never hesitated to fantasize about sleeping with them. Though she would have been the first to admit that her daughter-in-law was a beautiful woman, she had never had such dreams about Penelope because she was a little turned off by how repressed she was.

Seeing Penelope's interest now however, she found herself thinking about how nice it would be to help her loosen up a little. She kept reminding herself that this was her son's wife and that she shouldn't be having such thoughts about her, that he had convinced her to stay here with her in part to keep her out of the lecherous hands of her sister's son. Nothing could possibly happen between the two of them.

Could it?

No, of course not. That would be crazy! What if Albert found out?

"Say, Penelope," Jasmine began, trying to look as if she didn't notice the way the girl jumped guiltily, prying her eyes off those breasts at long last, "I was thinking maybe it was time you and I got to know each other a little better. Why don't we go do something together tomorrow while Joey is in school? We could go shopping, maybe catch a bite to eat at this cozy little place I know of."

She kept telling herself that she wasn't asking her daughter-in-law out on a date, that she really was just trying to get to know her son's wife a little better. She wasn't at all sure that she believed it, but that's what she kept telling herself.

Penelope was just a little surprised by the offer. Jasmine had never before shown too much interest in getting to know her and the girl wondered what might have brought this on. She still assumed that Jasmine had not noticed her staring and so she never once thought that might have prompted it. Deciding it must just be a way to make the days pass more comfortably for them both, Penelope was quick to accept.

"All right, then," she said with a nod. "That sounds like fun."

Joey came home from school only an hour or so later. A typically rambunctious elementary school boy, he came running home to see his grandmother, banging open the door, throwing down his school books, and squealing with delight when she scooped him up into her arms for a hug. Joey adored his grandmother and Jasmine spent the rest of the day playing with him and helping him with his homework. Watching her son work his charms on his grandmother with a doting smile, Penelope busied herself with the housework and later prepared a dinner for them.

That night, finding herself all alone in the big bed she normally shared with her husband, Penelope found herself thinking back to that incident in the hallway and she shocked herself by wishing that the towel had slipped for even a moment to unveil those big breasts. She tried to imagine what they must look like, what they must feel like, what they must taste like ...

A few weeks after that forbidden adventure at her best friend's home, Penelope had been consumed by the memories while in bed one night and became very aroused. She had taught herself to masturbate that night by touching herself in the same way Gennifer had done.

Feeling very naughty now as she daydreamed about her mother-in-law's breasts, Penelope reached down between her legs and started to fantasize that it had been Jasmine, not Gennifer who pushed her down on that bed and stroked her clitoris.

She fingered herself to one of the biggest orgasms of her entire life.

In the guest room, Jasmine was also masturbating, using the big dildo she had brought for the purpose in that bag she'd hidden in the closet. The way the girl had not been able to stop staring at her breasts earlier had kept her cunt wet that whole evening. Knowing she could never do it in real life, she allowed herself to fantasize about what it might be like to actually make love to her son's wife as the plastic cock gave her twat a very professional workout.

She imagined Penelope to be very submissive in bed and enjoyed the fantasy of ordering the younger woman to do whatever she wanted her to do. The image of Penelope on her knees begging to lick her mother-in-law's juicy twat finally did her in and Jasmine had a huge orgasm.

The following day there was no evidence of the women's wicked dreams as they got Joey off to school and then headed into town to spend the day window shopping and getting to know each other. As they strolled down the aisles of one of the big department stores, looking at some of the latest fashions and being shocked by the high prices, the two women slowly began to realize that they had more in common than just Albert. By the time they found themselves going into the lingerie department they were laughing and gossiping about everything under the sun.

Something caught Jasmine's eye and she stopped. Picking up a sheer lace teddy that would have left nothing about the woman wearing it to the imagination, she turned to a mirror and held it up in front of herself, considering her reflection and liking what she saw. If Candy ever saw her in this, Jasmine knew she would never have a moment's peace again.

Looking on, Penelope too got a mental image of what her mother-in-law might look like in that teddy and actually shivered with desire. Why, she wondered desperately, couldn't she stop thinking of her husband's mother like that?! Catching a glimpse of Penelope in the mirror, Jasmine was surprised to see that look on her face again. She got a guilty rush of pleasure from it that would not be cooled even by thoughts of her son. Turning to face the girl while still holding up the teddy, she asked, "This one is beautiful, don't you think?"

"Beautiful," Penelope echoed in a deep, husky voice.

"It's a little small for me, though," Jasmine continued. Though she couldn't imagine why, she held the teddy out in front of Penelope and looked the younger woman up and down slowly and this time it was she who got the wonderful mental image. "Look at that, a perfect fit! Why don't you get it and surprise Albert when he comes home? I know he'd love to see you in something like this."

Penelope blushed and tried to push the lingerie away from herself. "Oh, I couldn't possibly where something as scandalous as that." She didn't own much lingerie simply because she couldn't bring herself to believe that a plain little housewife like her would look good in something that was obviously made for a model. No matter how many times her husband told her she was one of the most beautiful women alive, her modesty would not allow her to believe it.

"A beautiful girl like you?! With a figure like that!? Sure you could!" came Jasmine's reply, making Penelope blush even hotter. "You know, I always wear something sexy under my clothes. It does wonders for the ego and really boosts your self-confidence." Penelope couldn't stop her eyes from drifting downwards again as she wondered what Jasmine had on under her clothes right now.

"I wouldn't want to seem like a whore," she said in a small voice, not willing to meet her mother-in-law's eyes.

A finger under Penelope's chin gently lifted her face to Jasmine's. "You know," the older woman told her with a mischievous smile, "sometimes it's fun to play the whore for a little while."