Part 2 - Hot Tub
We didn't actually get to see each other that night. Everyone was back from the bars late adding the idle drunken chit chat. We woke up relatively early given how drunk the entire group was and decided to enjoy a nice big breakfast out. As I was brushing my teeth I got a single, simple text from Diane that read, "Let's meet at the pool". I asked my wife if breakfast was a requirement and got some snide remark about being no fun. I lied and told her I wasn't feeling well and might just hang back to rest.
I felt bad watching her getting ready and then head out to meet the rest of the group but my mind was certainly elsewhere. I waited to make sure they were gone then proceeded to put on some swim trunks and a tank top before slipping into my slides and walking down to the indoor pool. Denny's was only a couple blocks away but I knew I had at least an hour or more before any of our party returned.
I swiped my card key to the locked door and walked into a completely empty pool. Not even a ripple moved the water. It took me a second to realize my mother-in-law was sitting in the hot tub but she eventually called out, "Brian, get in here and join me". I could feel my cock start to harden at the thought of her completely wet under the bubbles. I kicked off my slides, took off my tank top and stepped into the hot water.
My mother-in-law was quite the vision sitting there with her tits right at the water line and sweat beading up on her forehead. Her bathing suit was nothing out of the Sports Illustrated magazine but it was sexy as hell on her curvy body. It was a pretty modest two-piece, all black. It covered everything it was supposed to but did show a good amount of cleavage. The bottoms covered most of her ass as I found myself wishing they were more of the string variety!
As I walked in and sat down next to her she asked me if I had any regrets about last night. She told me she was pretty tipsy but really loved everything that happened. Knowing I couldn't use alcohol as a crutch, I moved towards her and asked, "Does this answer your question"? I leaned and kissed her on the lips. We started making out like two teenagers right there in the bubbles of the hot tub.
I paused briefly to look around to ensure there were no security cameras. Seeing none, I went back to Diane's lips. Our hands started to explore the others' bodies as our tongues danced with each other. My hand found the soft, tight fabric covering her wet tits and could immediately feel her hardening nipples against the palm of my hand. A slight moan escaped her lips as we stopped our kiss for a moment. Her hand caressed the inside of my thigh and moved under the leg of my swimsuit to get a firm grip on my cock. The feel of her soft wet hand moving along my hard shaft was electric.
We made eye contact for a moment as she stroked my cock. Still above her, I could see the lust and want in her eyes. However, getting all the attention in the parking lot the night before, I wanted to see her squirming first. I removed her hand from my cock and placed it behind her back where she was sitting on the ledge of the tub. I started kissing her neck and exploring her body until I ran my hand along her other arm before moving it behind her back as well. With her arms pinned behind her, I had the perfect view of her large tits encased in her black top pushing out obscenely in front of her. My lips and tongue snaked their way up her neck back to her soft warm lips as my free hand tore the top of her suit down, freeing her magnificent tits.
Even writing this, I get turned on thinking of the site someone would be treated to walking into the pool area. A young man standing above his sexy mother-in-law, making out with her. She's there, hands behind her back and her huge tits on display for anyone to see. As I kissed her, I worked my way down to her legs. I absolutely was turned on feeling how smooth they were. Thinking how badly I wanted to see her in a pair of thigh high stockings and feel the fabric against my skin. She instinctively parted her legs even more and I heard a low moan escape her lips when my fingers touched the wet fabric covering her pussy. I traced her lips with my tongue and asked her if she wanted me to stop at the same time my finger worked its way under her suit. She closed her eyes and rocked her head back while almost pleading, "No!'' when my middle finger parted her lips.
