A year ago, my father in law Joe Casasant, died quite unexpectedly leaving behind his beautiful wife, 46 year old wife and three grown children. Joan, a vivacious energetic woman turned quickly into a depressed hermit, refusing to do anything but stay home and hide in a darkened house. All of her children took turns trying to help her through the mourning process but nothing seemed to work. They finally came to me asking for my direct intervention. After all I had always been her favorite. We had met when I was in high school and working at Krogers where we often flirted as I bagged her groceries. She became one of my frequent teenage masturbation fantasies. Imagine my surprise when I discovered (four years later) that she was the mother of the Sara, the girl I had already fallen in love with and wanted to marry.
After two months of regular visits, our long talks started to have some effect. The curtains started opening up in the house and she would occasionally come to our place for dinner. Sara and I decided to invite her along on our annual camping trip. Our camping trip had always been our getaways, with the children staying at my parents, Sara and I both had reservations about including her, since our vacations were very sexual by nature. Every year we had tried new things. Last years discovery of the pleasures of anal sex had enhanced our sex lives beyond our imagination. Joan's presence would put a damper on our lust, but she was worth the sacrifice.
Three days in to our camping trip, thing were going quite well despite the fact that we were all in one tent. Joan seemed happy and even began to talk about future plans. Our campfire talks became more detailed as she opened up about the past year. Her conversation started drifting toward relationships and sex. She seemed ready to move on and was obviously missing the steady supply of sex Joe had provided.
Wednesday had been a brutally hot day. We ended it with a nice long hike after which Sara and left Joan alone to read while we snuck back to the lake. It was near dark and hoping to catch the moment jumped in without our clothes. The cool water felt so good! It wasn't long before Sara and I were entwined in deep kiss. One of her hands stroked my hair while the other began to explore my lower back, dipping temptingly onto my buttocks. I pulled her close and mimicked the same motions on her back and buttocks. My erect cock was trapped between us as Sarah pushed me away and quickly dove into the cool water. In a second, I felt her warm lips kissing my balls. The cooling night air caressed my hard nipples as her warm mouth tugged at my balls under the water. Sara's talented tongue was making long strokes from my balls toward my anus where she hesitated long enough to press gently inward before resuming. I was ready to explode when I hear "hey what you doing down there".
My mother in law's voice cut through me like a jolt of electricity. I pulled away form Sara who responded by quickly surfacing with a puzzled look on her face. Joan was too far away to see everything, but quickly figured out what was going on and retreated with a quick "I'm sorry". The moment lost, we returned back to the tent to find Joan crying. As we attempted to console her, she broke down. "You just don't know what is like to be so alone ..to be without a partner …to be without ..Joe. Seeing you two reminded of how much I miss his love and. . well sex.
