The haze I was in was still over me, shades of reality seeping in between the mixture of sleep and alcohol. I was on a sofa, the layout of the room familiar enough for me. I could feel a pleasure on my cock, a woman forcing her way down the shaft with her mouth and hands. The messy slurping sounds enticed me. I must be dreaming, my wife's flight was snowed in from a last minute business trip.
My eyes open up, trying to adjust to the dark room I reach down but the body my groggy hands fumble against is not one I know. I grudgingly try to pull away from the pleasure of feeling.
"Don't, I don't remember the last time I had a cock in my mouth."
I jerk back hard against reality but her grip is tight against my throbbing slick cock. Her mouth dives back down onto me, almost taking me hole this time. My body freezes and I moan out quietly.
"I know this is a bit weird. Me being your mother in law, but you're already enjoying me. The sin has already taken place, and you can't deny your lust now, can you? No one has to know."
There was always this awkward energy between us. I always tried to be respectful but she tended to make dirty comments to me, just for a reaction. She loved to see me nervous, and stumble over my words. As guilty as I currently felt, that quickly melted away with every stroke of her hand, flick of her tongue, low slurp she made.
