My wife and I live in a very small house. It's a two-bedroom house and our two kids, a girl and a boy, occupy the two-bedrooms. The large family room in the back of the house became a bedroom for us.
Now, at the foot of our bed sits a Sofa. It sits at right angles to the bed and under a large sliding glass window.
The sofa becomes a bed whenever my mother comes to visits, which is about four times a year.
I do not know what the norm is but my wife, Gail, and my mother, Ethel, have a sort of Cold War going on. Many times I would be the center of contention between Gail and my mother. Having plenty of vacation time, I usually take off the time my mother visits to keep the Cold War from going hot.
Also, and I understand my wife's point of view, given the opportunity my mother will rearrange everything in the house, from the kitchen cabinets, the furniture and even my wife's dresser drawers. Understandably, it drives my wife up the wall. She will seldom leave the house when my mother visits.
Usually, our sex life takes a hit during the week are two weeks that mom is here. I mean, seriously, with her sleeping on the sofa with her head less than 3 feet from the foot of our bed.
Just yesterday, they had been arguing about this or that practically the whole day. I was afraid my mother was going to get herself in a huff and want to be driven to the airport. Believe me, it's happened before.
Thankfully, the day ended somewhat peaceably and we retired around 11 o'clock.
Knowing there was no chance in hell of getting any ass, my back was to my wife as relay in the dark.
"Dan," Gail whispered in my ear, snuggling up close behind me. "I really need some cock tonight. She will be asleep soon. Turnover and play with my ass until she falls asleep."
My wife is a redhead. She was a virgin when I married her at 21 years of age. I was 23.
When I was courting her, she wanted me to finger or eat her pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner during the weekends we were together. She would then jerk me off. I was in seventh heaven thinking about marriage and how much pussy I was going to get.
Unfortunately, my wife turned out to be much like her mother. A cold fish, hardheaded as the day is long and very outspoken with very bewildering opinions. All of that mentioned, my mother-in-law bore 11 children, my wife being the second oldest.
My father-in-law was retired from the Navy and the old Navy had no problem keeping your ass at sea for most of your career. I figured, he got a piece of ass whenever he was in port, getting her pregnant each time.
Now, being retired and home, he is pretty much browbeat and ignored.
When Gail and I wed there was no crazy sex-to-you-drop honeymoon or falling slowly into a regular sexual schedule.
From the beginning, we had sex once a week and Gail wasn't always an active participant. As the years passed, it became two weeks and again Gail was passive many times.
Also, when I was away from home for a week or more there was never any welcome home sex. Rarely, any happy birthday, Father's Day or New Year's Eve sex, either. Am I being childish!
So, here I am playing with my wife's ass as my mother lay sleeping in extreme proximity. There was no way I was going to turn down pussy! We were already into a week of my mother's visit with another week to go and I didn't know how Gail was counting the weeks. It could be a month before I got any pussy.
My mother was not a person who snored. After about 40 minutes, I heard what I figured was her breathing of sleep.
Gail has a gorgeous ass, which I could play with all night, but I pushed my hands between the back of her legs to hopefully indicate it was time to get the peter she desired. She lifted her leg and after a bit of maneuvering and pushing my cock was in her. I began to very cautiously and slowly pump into her.
Gail rolled slightly towards me. She did not need to tell me what she needed. I put my hand to her pussy and after a bit of stroking through her lavish, red bush I put my middle finger to her clit. Her body stiffened immediately and I knew she was laboring to stifle her vocal appreciation. My cock stiffened noticeably and I pushed it repeatedly deep into her.
I listened intently to my mother's breathing, the bed, my wife's breathing, my own breathing and numerous other things that I thought might betray us. Gail actually put her hand over her mouth to muffle her breathing or moans from escaping.
I have to tell you it was stimulating as all get out. When Gail is into it, she can be quite vocal. Now, here she was into it but she had to remain serenely quiet.
I stroked into her long and deep. It became extremely hot under the covers but we had no choice.
When the orgasm gripped Gail, she stiffened briefly and then started trembling. I don't know how she stifled the moan with her mouth wide open.
Finally, she relaxed, rolled slightly away from me, and I proceeded to get to my own orgasm. Stroking slowly, keeping an eye on my mother and listening, I managed to come.
The next day pasted with no bickering between my mother and Gail. Gail got a call from her mother and informed me that she and the two kids would be gone for two days. I did not like it but I figured it could be for the best.
Gail left the next morning and my mother and I drove to a local truck stop to have breakfast. Nothing in her actions or talk prepared me for what would happen next.
"You think you are sly, don't you?" She whispered across the table, a slight smile on her face.
"Sly? How do you mean?" I queried.
Mom looked around before she whispered, "You think I didn't know you were screwing Gail the other night! I can't believe you would do something like that. Have you no control?"
"It wasn't my fault, mom." I replied, throwing my wife in front of the bus like the dog I am. "It was Gail's idea."
"Really!!"
Our breakfast arrived and mom dropped the subject, but I could tell her mind was working. I figured, she was trying to conjure up a conspiratorial notion as to why Gail would want to fuck with her so near. Gail, I knew mom was thinking, must of known she wasn't sleeping.
On the twenty-minute drive back home, I listened as mom ranted about how Gail was forcing her dominance on her. Mom said she wasn't going to put up with it and she would find a way to get back at her. Try as I might, I could not get her calmed down.
We arrived back home and I changed clothes and went outside to cut grass and do other chores. It was a little after two o'clock when I finished up. I showered, putting on only a pair of gray cotton shorts, and informed mom I was going to lie down and take a nap. I found her wearing her housecoat and painting her toenails in the kitchen, just off the family room.
I had not been lying there on my bed for more than 10 minutes when mom came in. I was lying on my back with my hands behind my head.
The air-condition must feel good after being out in that heat?" Mom said, sitting down on the edge of the bed and displacing me a bit.
"It's hot as Hades!" I replied. "But it is August."
"The other night," she began. "I can understand why you didn't shy away from screwing Gail. I think I'm getting the picture now. You were desperate. She's not giving you much pussy, is she?"
I had never heard my mother use such language. Yes, she cussed a blue streak when she was mad, but "pussy"! And the fact that she had hit a nail, a very sensitive nail, me not getting enough pussy, right on the head. I began to feel a bit uneasy, but mom had asked me a question.
"Not as much as I would like." I answered. "But really, I should've said no the other night."
