Change Of Heart Mother In Law

Couple of years ago, my wife Sally and I Terry made the trip to visit her mom at her place upstate. I'm 32, a guy who's been around the block but still keeps in decent shape, and my mother-in-law, Ellen, she's 53. I met her 10 years back when I started dating her daughter Sally my wife. My father in law passed away five years ago. I barely got to know him but he seemed a nice guy always friendly towards me. Now, Ellen what you'd call a good-looking older woman--carries a few extra pounds but not overweight, with a figure that's still got some charm. She's had a little work done, maybe some nips and tucks years ago, and it's held up pretty well. Let's just say she's got a presence, and I've noticed it ever since I met her.

We sat around the kitchen table to have lunch. Ellen was wearing a lovely white knee-length dress, cinched at the waist with a delicate belt, giving her a modest yet pretty look as she started the conversation about selling the house.

"So, I've been thinking... I've made up my mind to sell the house. I want to move closer to you two--you're my only close family, after all."

"Oh, wow, that's big news!" trying to show surprised and happy

"Yeah, Mom, really? What's the plan?" was my wife's response

"Well, I was wondering if it'd be okay to crash with you guys for a bit--maybe a year or so--while I figure out a new place."

"I kinda like that idea, honestly. Having you around would be great. I can just picture it--you'd have dinner ready when I roll in from work." it was true usually Sally came home after me..and before I spill out my thoughts my wife confessed.

"Yeah, that'd be a change. I'm usually stuck getting home an hour after Terry, and with my job, we hardly ever get a decent lunch or dinner together."

"Oh, I'd love to help out with that. It'd be nice to cook for you both." That was some joyful response from Ellen and a big relief for me.

I'd be lying if I said I hadn't sized Ellen up over the years. There's something about my mother in law--maybe it's the way she moves with that quiet confidence, or how she's kept herself together despite the years. Lately, though, those stray thoughts have been creeping in more often, turning into something I can't shake. Ellen's a bit of a prude on the surface, all proper manners and church-on-Sunday vibes, but I'd bet good money she and my father-in-law got up to plenty back in the day. You don't stay married that long without a little fire.

Maybe all that would have been all right, but when Sally's mother moved with us, our everyday encounter have given me more food for though. Being in early fifties, the more I get to know her the more I begin to think that it was her I should have married instead of Sally. Where Sally has little tits that sag and a kind of mousy cuteness that I used to think was sexy, Ellen has full, womanly breasts that wouldn't be out of place in a men's magazine and a lusty kind of beauty that sends me into nonstop fantasizing about fucking her. Her body's past its prime--her waist a bit doughy, hips broad, and ass sagging slightly--but those long, fat nipples and distended, juicy pussy lips still drive me wild. And the worst and best thing of all, where Sally might want me to lay her once a week, I get the impression from her conversation that Ellen wants it, needs it, every night of the week.

You see, Sally's mother has the hots for me. It became apparent to me only a few days after she moved to our house and I think, I hope, that Sally is still oblivious to the fact. It wasn't anything specific that I can put my finger on; it was more just the way she seemed to want to be around me and cater to all of my needs and... more than that... it was the way she looked at me and certain things that she said.

One day, about a month after she moved in, I was sitting at one of the dining room chairs, chatting with Ellen while she moved around the kitchen.

"So, Terry, how was your day?" she asked, her voice warm as she stepped behind me.

"Same old grind," I replied, leaning back a bit. "Long hours, but it pays the bills."

Suddenly, I felt her hands on my shoulders. "You sound tense," she said, starting to rub my neck and shoulders while we talked. "Let me help with that."

"Uh, thanks, Ellen," I mumbled, caught off guard but not minding the touch. "That's... nice."

"Anytime," she purred, her fingers kneading deeper for a few minutes before she pulled away. "Gotta check on dinner," she added casually, heading back into the kitchen. I didn't think anything about it really, just let it slide as a friendly gesture.

A few days later, though, her behavior started to escalate. I came home one evening, tired from work, and there she was, leaning against the counter.

"Welcome home, Terry," she said with a smile, her blouse gaping open more than usual. I was really surprised at how much cleavage she had showing, figured a button had either broke off or came undone.

"Ellen, uh, your shirt--" I started, pointing awkwardly. "Looks like it's come undone."

She glanced down, then up at me with a sly grin. "Oh, did it? Well, I hope you enjoyed the show." She buttoned her shirt back up slowly, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Yeah, hard not to," I admitted, feeling a flush creep up my neck.

She chuckled, stepping closer to pat my ass lightly. "Good job, Terry," she teased, her tone playful. "My daughter's lucky to have such a handsome husband."

"Thanks," I said, grinning despite myself. "You're full of compliments lately."

"Only when they're true," she shot back, winking. That pattern kept up--she'd pat my ass sometimes saying "Good job Terry" and was always complimenting me on things.

And now that she has her own house again, a few times when I've shown up to help her with something, she'd greet me wearing very little.

"Terry, good to see you!" she'd say, opening the door in a skimpy robe or tight shorts. "I was just about to call you--need a hand with the shelves."

"Ellen, you planning to work in that?" I'd ask, raising an eyebrow at her outfit.

"What, this?" she'd reply, twirling a little. "It's just comfortable. Don't you like it?"

"Like I've got a choice," I'd mutter, shaking my head as she laughed.

Her flirtations grew bolder over time, and one day, things took a turn I couldn't ignore. I returned home one day mid-morning. Walking down the side of her house I noticed that Ellen was in the bathroom and appeared, through the frosted glass to be naked. I wandered into the house and noticed that the bathroom door was not shut fully. Feeling mischievous I wandered into the bathroom on the pretense of needing the toilet.

Ellen did not scream and shout, just covered her ample breasts with one arm and her pussy with the other hand and moved towards the door in the hope of closing it before I was fully in the room. However, by now I was standing in front of her and closing the door behind me. She stood stock still and looked me in the face. Slowly I moved her left arm away from her breasts and placed it at her side at which point she slowly moved her right hand away from her neatly trimmed pussy and stood before me in total nakedness.

Reaching forward I cupped her ample right breast in my hand and bending forward I gently took her nipple into my mouth. Ellen let out a gently long sigh and relaxed her shoulders a little. I released her nipple and kissed her on the lips. First there was a little resistance but slowly her mouth opened and her tongue sought mine. I broke from our increasingly passionate kiss and looked her in her eyes. She had a look of wanton abandonment.

"On your knees," I spoke firmly and slowly.

Making a pillow out of the bath sheet next to her she assumed the commanded position as I unbuckled my jeans and slid them and my boxers down to reveal my firm cock. A few seconds passed and Ellen reached out for my cock.

"No hands, just your mouth," and she slowly dropped her arms, and gently kissed the tip of my cock.

Slowly Ellen rocked forward and engulfed my cock to midway in her mouth and then slowly withdrew. Placing my hands on her head I guided myself back into her wanton mouth and started to fuck her lips with long even strokes. Keeping a good pressure she relaxed and let me do all the work and till I felt my seed start to build up and, pushing my cock deep into her mouth, I pumped my seed deep into her mouth. Ellen sat back with her mouth firmly closed and looked me with big soulful eyes.

"Swallow!" I demanded and with one gulp it was gone.

I hauled up my trousers and left the bathroom. I paused just outside the door but all I heard was the shower switching on. Ellen finally appeared after about 20 minutes and all she gave me was a weak smile and not a word was said.

Time passed, and our illicit connection grew harder to resist. One morning she came to our kitchen with the excuse that her daughter asked her to prepare lunch because she was going downtown for shopping after work and could not come home in time. She was literally having on just a short summer flower dress braless.

I was sitting at the kitchen table when she walked in, her nipples poking through the thin fabric. She sat on the couch across from me, crossing her legs slowly.

"Morning, Terry," she said, her voice low and teasing. "Sally asked me to whip something up for lunch. Figured I'd keep you company while I'm at it."

"Appreciate it, Ellen," I replied, trying to keep my eyes on her face. "You didn't have to dress up just for me, though."

She smirked, leaning forward a little, giving me a clear view down her dress. "Oh, this old thing? It's just comfortable. Don't you like it?"

"Hard not to," I admitted, shifting in my seat as my jeans tightened. "You're making it damn tough to focus on anything else."

She got up and sauntered over to the coffee pot, bending over more than necessary to pour me a cup. The dress rode up, briefly revealing her white panties covering her ass cheeks plain as day.

"Oops," she said, glancing back with a sly grin. "Hope that didn't distract you too much."

"Ellen, you're killing me here," I groaned, unable to hide the bulge in my pants. "You keep this up, and I'm not sure I'll make it to lunch."

She turned, setting the coffee in front of me, her eyes flicking to my lap. "Looks like you're already enjoying the show," she murmured, her voice turning husky. "We should not have done it."

"It was wrong," she added quickly, but her hand brushed my arm as she leaned closer.

"We both know you don't mean that," I said, catching her wrist gently. "Not with the way you're looking at me right now."

Ellen leaned over towards me and we started to kiss, slowly and passionately. She rested a hand over my rapidly hardening cock and started to massage me through my clothes.

Shoving jeans and briefs down at the same time, I exposed the hunk of cockmeat my mother-in-law had been staring at in for the last half hour while trying to appear not to. Long, thick, and rigid, the old pride and joy jutted up toward the ceiling.

"You know what to do," was all that I said.

"Do you want me to suck you?" she whispered.

Ellen leaned forward and took my cock deep into her mouth and started to bob her head up and down as she sucked for all she was worth. Slowly my cock began to swell and soon my hot seed was again pumping into her mouth and down her throat. I wiped the last of my cum and her saliva from my cock and dressed myself again. Leaning over to kiss her I unlocked our lips and then I jumped onto the sofa

"Get undressed, Ellen," I ordered. "I'm going to give you what you've been asking for ever since I married your daughter."

"What makes you think..." she started, the deep brown of her eyes staring avidly at the big hard-on awaiting her.

"Don't play little girl's games," I stopped the older woman's weak protest. "You know we don't have much time before Sally gets off work."

"Bastard," she said with a sigh of surrender. "What would you have done if you were wrong and I told my daughter about this?"

"I'd have given her a dose of my old pride and joy, here," I grinned, proudly stroking the big cockshaft, "and once I softened her up with a hard fucking, I'd convince her that you were a jealous bitch, trying to get even with me because I wouldn't give you a good fucking."

Then, as I watched in spellbound anticipation, Ellen rose from the couch and removed her shoes, while peeling off her hosiery. Reaching behind her, she unzipped her dress down to her waist and, let it fall down her arms and onto the floor. Left only with her panties, I nodded her to follow me to the bedroom..

"Do you cheat on my daughter often?" she asked, disapproval showing in her tone- And please don't insult my intelligence by claiming I'm the first.!!"

"Not by a long shot," I admitted with a laugh. "Why should I deprive all the cock-hungry women around of the old pride and joy. What is it hurting, anyway, as long as I give Sally all the fucking she can handle?"

There was disdain showing in my mother-in-law's gaze, but it couldn't hide the hunger and wanting there, also, as she kept glancing down at my ready-to-fuck cock. Falling back on the guest room bed I mockingly told the older woman,

"You want to call this off, just say the word. Otherwise get rid of those panties, hop up here on the bed and take a ride to heaven."

For a second there I thought she was going to chicken out, let her conscience get the better of her. Then, not looking at me, she rolled the panties down over her hips and let the white cotton fall around her ankles.

"Shouldn't I be the one lying there?" she asked, crawling up to join me on the bed.

"No," I answered, cracking a little smile when I saw how the trimmed dark patch between her fleshy white thighs glistened with the juice of her arousal. She was definitely hot and ready for the ride to the clouds and back.

"Just throw your leg over me and ride me like a horse."

"I've never done it like that before," Ellen whispered, giving me a doubtful look.

"Maybe we should just do it regular. With you on top."

"You'll like it this way," I assured the obviously inexperienced woman.

She let out a little gasp when I caught the nearest nipple between finger and thumb to pull and gently pinch the long, passion-swollen nub.

"Just give it a try."

Excitement joined the wanting and lust in her big brown orbs as Ellen did as instructed and straddled me. The length of my aroused cock jutted up in front of her kneeling frame, reaching almost to her belly button.

"Take hold of it and guide it to your pussy," I told her. "You're going to have to raise up some to get it in."

Obeying, she came up on her knees, lifting the fleshy cheeks of her ass up off my thighs where they'd been resting. The hand she wrapped around my cockhead was pressing at the lips of her cunt. Heat and moisture from her pussy-mound excited my cock more.

"Now just let yourself down..." the "slowly" never made it out, replaced by a surprised gasp as my mother-in-law suddenly dropped all her weight down on the thickness of my cockshaft.

"Oh, Jesus! Oh, God, so big! It's splitting me apart!" the woman cried, writhing around on the pole impaling her cunt so deeply. "I can feel your cock all the way in my belly!"

I laughed out loud at the way Ellen was carrying on. She was sounding like she couldn't stand having all that cock buried deeply inside her, yet, at the same time she was wiggling and squirming on top of me as if she was trying to find more cock to push her hot pussy onto.

She definitely didn't need any more advice on what to do with my cock now that she had the huge fuckpole buried to the hilt in her snug cunt-channel. Starting slowly, she rocked on the impaling cockshaft.

"It's so fabulous," she murmured, staring down at me with pleasure-glazed eyes. "No wonder Sally puts up with your cheating ass."

Grabbing a tit in each hand, I gave them both a healthy squeeze. Kneading the giving flesh I threw a suggestion her way.

"You know, Ellen, if you can find a way to talk Sally into it, the three of us could have a lot of fun together. I've always wanted to try a threesome with mother and daughter."

"I could never..." Ellen blurted, pausing for a moment in what was turning out to be some mighty wild riding of my long cockshaft.

"Just think about it," I interrupted, rubbing my palms across the sensitive tips of her passion-swollen nipples.

"You might change your mind."

Going back to fucking herself with my willing cockpole, my lusty mother-in-law bounced harder and faster on the impaling shaft that was bringing her body so much pleasure. The wild friction of her gripping pussy-sheath on the thick shaft of my cock had the hot load of jism churning in my balls. With the maddening pace of her fucking it wasn't long before it was impossible to hold back.

"Oh, shit," I groaned, squeezing her tits almost brutally. "Here it comes! I can't hold it any longer!"

I drove my dick up into her, jettisoning all my cum deeply into her fantastic cunt. It was quicker than I would have liked but then I'd never expected to fuck my wife's mother and I guess just that whole idea had done it to me.

"Me tooo!" my cock-riding mother-in-law squealed. "Shoot my pussy full of your hot cum. Let me feel it way up in my cunt!"

Ellen rode my impaling cock wildly through both our intense orgasms, then collapsed on top of me. Laying her head on my chest, her fingers playing with the hair, she murmured,

"I'll see what I can do about that threesome. No reason we can't both enjoy that old pride and joy of yours together."

I couldn't have agreed more! I'm glad I brought her off before we heard Sally drive up! I leaped out of bed and quickly hurried to make it look like I was fixing breakfast while Ellen pulled the cover up to her neck and tried to stop her frantic breathing.

After that close call, I knew I couldn't stop myself from wanting more. I'm going to take one day at a time, savoring this new lust with Ellen. Perhaps we'd been living in too close proximity for too long.

Fast forward to present time. Being an amateur photographer and with the winter arriving my wife, Sally, and I invited her mother, Ellen, along on a cross-country trip in our recreational vehicle. I was working on a book about scenic spots in the U.S., and we thought that Ellen would enjoy herself if we invited her along. So far, I think she has. It's me who has been put into the really tight spot.

When Ellen asked me into her bed this morning, I didn't protest. Sally had gone into town to pick up some supplies, and when I walked into the bedroom, I was surprised to see that Ellen was still in bed. I had done all the worrying and the self-recrimination already, so when she invited me into bed, I didn't hesitate. I slid onto the bed and pulled the covers away, revealing Ellen's nakedness, the nakedness that I had wanted to see every time. She was as beautiful as I had always known, and after I had just knelt there and stared for a moment, her cunt was just too much to resist.

I pressed my mouth into the dark tangle of her cunt hair, sliding my tongue into her, rewarded with the sounds of her moaning: "Terry... Fucking Terry... Yessss..."

I used my fingers to widen the slit of her pussy, exposing the bright pinkness inside, and then I feasted. I gripped her hot, broad thighs as she ground her pungent twat into my face. I wanted her, I wanted everything about that woman, and I squeezed and molded her asscheeks, making her whole body quiver. I ran my tongue up and down in the slit of her crotch, sucking her little clit while I slid a finger into her ass, doing double duty. I fucked her in the rear with my finger while I sucked at her pussy, feeling her thighs tremble and knowing that she wouldn't be holding out for long. I flicked my tongue over the firm little nubbin of her clit as I turned and twisted my finger in her rear, making her tense and thrust her ass and making her let out a nonstop cry of pleasure.