I married a lovely lady who, as the joke goes, is old enough to be my mom. She is actuality six months older than my mom. She is wonderful, we get along great, we have a very strong relationship and we were newly married on November 1st, 2013. Two days after our marriage, she started feeling pain in her lower back which resulted in her needing back surgery which the Doctor scheduled for December 1st. The doctor was very blunt and clear that, because of her age, recovery could take six to seven months, or longer and any type of physical activity, including sex, was going to be out of the question until further notice. I did not care, there is more to a relationship then sex. It's called unconditional love.
My wife has two daughters and a son. Two months into our marriage, I had only met her youngest daughter, Laura who was 24. She is a good kid, is going to school, has a job and lives with her boyfriend. She stops by when she can which isn't often. One Friday night, after dinner, my wife's phone rang as I was cleaning up in the kitchen and I could hear my wife yelling. By the time I finished in the kitchen and went to check on her, she had already hung up the phone and did not look happy.
"Jo broke up with her boyfriend and now she wants to come live with us and, she wants you to go get her!!" she yelled...she was not happy!
Jo is my wife's oldest daughter, she is my age 26. It is a four hour drive to where Jo lives so the round trip would take almost all day, not to mention my wife could not go so I'd be on my own one way. It was late in the day so we told her we'd book her a hotel room for the night and I would pick her up the next day. The weather forecast was calling for snow all week so my wife insisted I pack an overnight bag, just in case we get stuck somewhere. I left around eight in the morning and drove four hours, stopping once for gas. The drive was uneventful, for the most part, so I made good time. When I arrived, Jo was waiting for me in the hotel lobby.
Jo is about five feet, five inches tall; has red hair down to her nice bubble-butt; her breasts are approximately C cups and perky. She was wearing black yoga pants, which were almost transparent, and a jacket. The first thing I noticed was the outline of a thong she was wearing underneath. We quickly introduced ourselves and loaded her things into the car.
"Jo, I'm a bit hungry. Would you like to get something to eat before we leave?" I asked.
"Yes, I'm starving. We could eat where my friend works so I can tell her good-bye."
She guided me to a restaurant called "Mucky Ducks." From the outside, it did not looked too impressive but she assured me the food was incredible and they had the best philly cheese steak. By the time we finished eating and she said her goodbyes, it was almost two thirty. As we left the city, we came upon a really bad traffic jam and snow had started falling. It took an hour to move, maybe, fifteen feet. I called my wife and told her what was going on.
"Please, get off at the next exit, get a room for the night and hopefully the traffic will be better tomorrow," she told me.
That was easier said than done, it took us almost another hour to get to the next exit. There was a sign advertising a hotel and gas station however all we could see was a gas station so I pulled over and went in.
"Could you tell me how to find the hotel, please?" I asked the station attendant.
"Sure, it's ten miles further up the road," he told me.
At that point, Jo came in and asked where the bathroom was and the attendant told her it was out of service. We bought some drinks and snacks then went back out to the car.
"Are you going to be okay?" I asked.
"I can make it to the hotel," she said. With the snow on the road, those ten miles were taking forever, not to mention it was starting to get dark.
"Please, stop. I can't hold it any longer?" she asked, about half way to the hotel.
I stopped, she got out, opened the back door, looked around and pulled her yoga pants and thong down to her knees. As she did that, I could not help looking and got a good look at her firm butt. She proceeded to squat down and began peeing. I could hear the stream hitting the snow on the ground. I watched as she wiped herself and pulled her thong up. My cock, which was hard as a rock, throbbed as the string of her thong disappeared between her ass cheeks. She then pulled up her yoga pants and closed the back door. I quickly looked away, pretending I had not been watching, as she got back in the car. We eventually found the hotel, it looked like we were not the only ones who decided to stop for the night as the parking lot was full of cars.
"You're in luck, I have one room left. It's the honeymoon suite," the receptionist told us.
We figured we could make it work. She got some clothing from her luggage and I got my back pack. We opened the room and it was not very impressive but there was a hot tub in the corner of the room, a queen bed, a tube-type TV and a lazy boy style couch. Jo got very excited when she saw the hot tub. I went to the bathroom and when I came out, she had already filled it half way.
"I'm going to get the snacks from the car," I said.
"I'll get them, I need to get some other things, anyway." Jo insisted.
She came back with the snacks, drinks and more clothes but she looked upset.
"Jo, are you upset?" I asked.
"I thought I packed my shorts and bathing suit but I think I have something that will work in the hot tub,"
She went into the bathroom and came out wearing a white sports bra and some pink brief panties which, of course, made my cock hard. We watched TV and ate junk food most of the night. I was on the bed and she was in the hot tub.
"Would you please get me a towel?" she asked around ten thirty.
I did as she asked and when I got close to her, she stood up. Her soaked sports bra and panties were now transparent, I could see the outline of her breasts and pussy, perfectly!! I quickly looked away and got back into bed before she noticed my hard on. She went into the bathroom, showered and came out wearing some blue pj's. Not long after that, I was fast asleep. Sometime during the night, I had snuggled up against her back and my cock nuzzled up against her butt. I was glad I woke up before she did so I could put some space between us. I got up to take a shower and noticed a pile of clothes behind the door. They were the clothes she had worn yesterday.
My curiosity got the best of me and I looked through them, hoping to find her thong. At first, I was disappointed because it was nowhere in sight but upon a closer look, I managed to find it tangled inside one of the yoga pants legs. The frustration of two months without any sex, and the flash backs from yesterday, had me sexually charged!! I could not resist any longer so I positioned the thong so the crotch area was spread along my fingers then lifted it up to my nose, inhaling deeply. Instantly, the subtle scent of pee hit my nostrils, sending my brain into a flashback from her peeing yesterday. My hand was pulling my foreskin back and forth with so much pent up frustration, it took only a few strokes and I was shooting my load onto the floor. I continued sniffing her thong for a few more minutes before putting it back, taking my shower and getting dressed.
When I came out of the bathroom, she was dressed and ready to go. Outside, the snow plows had cleared the road so we checked out and headed home. The rest of the road trip was peaceful - no traffic and no more snow. When we arrived home, Jo took over the spare bedroom and although my wife was not happy with Jo moving in with us, she was glad to see her. The next few weeks were uneventful, mostly my routine of work and taking care of my wife. The town we lived in was small so Jo was having a hard time finding a job. A few days before Christmas, both Laura and Jo were in the house, Laura had stopped by to give her mom a Christmas present because she was going out of town to spend Christmas with her boyfriend's family. I could tell Jo was a bit upset so after Laura left, I went to Jo's room to check on her. I knocked and she told me to come in, she was rolling pennies.
"Jo, are you okay?" I asked.
"Yes, but it sucks not having money to buy presents for mom and Laura," she said.
I took two hundred dollars out of my wallet and gave it to her. Of course, she started crying and hugged me.
"Be sure you get something for yourself, too," I said.
"What do you like?" she asked as I started to leave.
"The panties you're wearing would be fine," I said jokingly.
We both laughed at my perverted sense of humor. Over the last few days before Christmas, presents piled under the tree. For Christmas day, we had planned to have a nice lunch. My wife watched "Christmas Story" in the living room while Jo and I cooked. The only thing we were waiting for was the ham so, while that cooked, we decided to open presents, finishing just as the timer for the ham went off. I cleaned up the wrapping paper while Jo set the plates. As I passed by Jo, she told me she would give me my present later which made me excited, nervous and anxious. After an hour or so of eating our Christmas, making small talk and fooling around with our Christmas presents, we started to get bored.
"Would you please help me to the bedroom so I can take a nap?" my wife asked me.
When I got back, Jo was gone so I sat down and continued watching TV. About thirty minutes later, Jo came out of her bedroom with a small box. She went into my bedroom and then came back out, motioning me to follow her and she led me to the back of the house where we had a small storage room.
"I just wanted to be sure mom is sleeping," she explained.
I followed her inside the storage room where she had turned the light on and was holding the box in her hands. She closed the door and handed me the box.
"Merry Christmas," she said.
With shaky hands, I slowly opened the box to find a black pair of bikini panties. I pulled them out of the box and spread them over my hand.
"I hope you like them?"
