The Skiing Holiday
Finally we were on the last leg of travel to our long awaited skiing holiday.
Despite my strong protests, my wife, Jenn, and I are holidaying with her parents.
It wasn't just the holidaying with her parents issue but also I am not a snow skier.
Jenn and her dad had grown up skiing but I had not and could not ski. Nor, as it turns out, could her mother.
While she was a nice enough lady, I dreaded the thought of having to entertain my mother-in-law while the others were out on the slopes. Jenn reassured me however that she would be spending most of her time shopping and going to the spa.
Jenn and I both have high power jobs and as a result the first day or two of our holidays usually involve staying in the hotel room, ordering room service and fucking like rabbits.
I don't know what it is about the holidays but we both have the same reaction. We are so horny for the first couple of days we can't keep our hands off each other.
With the in-laws in close proximity, I couldn't see the sex happening as normal.
Jenn's dad, Mark, had somehow snagged, for a very low price, a two bedroom suite at a top of the line resort. I really couldn't argue against it, despite my misgivings.
Jenn had been teasing me all through the flight. She kept her hand on my thigh and when no one was looking she would stroke my cock through my jeans while giving me a wicked smile. She kept it up also during the taxi ride to the resort.
Check in at the resort was completed quickly and we made our way to the suite. After checking the facilities Mark announced that he was going to confirm the rental of the ski gear for the rest of the holiday. Trish, Jenn's mum, announced that she would rest and seeing our opportunity we said we would do the same.
As soon as we were in the door to our room Jenn turned to me.
"Fuck me with that big hard cock. I am so wet for you."
I semi-roughly pushed her back onto the bed. While she stripped off her jeans and underwear in one smooth move, I dropped my jeans and underwear and stepped out of them.
As I crawled between her legs, she reached down and firmly grasped my cock.
"Mmmm, I love my big master," her nickname for my cock.
She stroked my cockhead up and down her pussy lips, "See how wet I am for you," before raising her hips to meet my body.
"Fuck me. I have been waiting hours for this.'
With one slow stroke I slid my cock deep inside her.
"Oh my God, I love my master inside of me. Fuck me, fuck me hard."
I didn't need a second invitation and pounded her pussy hard.
She just kept repeating over and over, "I love it. Fuck me, I love it."
"You love your master fucking you deep and hard?"
"Yes, yes, I love it."
Unfortunately, the stimulation of my cock during our travel meant that I came too soon for Jenn.
She held me close and moaned as I grunted with each spurt of my cum into her pussy.
When I had finished, she gently pushed my head down, "Finish me off please."
I spread her lips with my hands, sucked her clit into my mouth and went to work on it with my tongue.
She soon curled into a ball, stiffened and shuddered as she came, letting out a loud, "Oh my God."
After she had caught her breath, she giggled, "Was I too loud?"
I just grinned back at her, "Who cares. We're on holiday."
The rest of the day and evening passed quietly. We had dinner with her parents and had an early night.
I was a bit concerned as Trish kept giving me strange looks throughout the evening.
*
The next morning after an early breakfast, Jenn and Mark departed for the slopes while Trish announced that she had a spa date.
As she was leaving, she turned to me, again with a strange look, "Peter, why don't you book a late lunch for us, somewhere quiet and private. We can have a chat and relax this afternoon."
I spent the morning exploring the resort and doing some reading as well as making the lunch booking.
I reached the restaurant first and ordered a bottle of wine while waiting for Trish.
I have never seen the point in spa treatments but I have to admit Trish was glowing as she approached the table. It certainly seemed to have agreed with her.
The similarity between mother and daughter was striking. Trish was clearly older, but in a good way. Her boobs and hips were fuller with age but she was still in proportion and very attractive.
She was wearing a low cut top, showing enough cleavage to attract attention but still being tasteful.
Her jeans appeared to have been spray painted on they were so tight. Maybe it was my imagination, or maybe wishful thinking, but I was sure there was a hint of a camel toe.
I noticed a few male heads turn to watch her as she walked through the restaurant.
We made small talk over a very nice lunch and bottle of wine.
It was one of those days where you wanted to just settle in for the afternoon.
I was about to ask for the check when Trish put a hand on my arm, "Let's have another bottle. I am enjoying just sitting here chatting."
The wine was duly ordered, and we continued chatting.
Trish was clearly under the influence when she again put her hand on my leg and looked me straight in the eye.
"You know you two really should be more discrete when you are having sex. Thank God Mark wasn't there. He would have been mortified at his little angel's behaviour."
I was shocked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, for a start, make sure your door is fully closed. I could also hear you through the wall."
I was totally embarrassed.
"Sorry if we offended you. We will be more careful in future."
"I'm not offended. I'm just glad that you two are so happy and that Jenn is enjoying her sex life so much with her master."
I was shocked at her openness, even after a few drinks.
"You heard that?"
She continued, "Not everyone is so lucky."
I hesitated to ask, but couldn't resist, "You and Mark don't....."
"After we were married our sex life was good but Mark has always been a bit conservative. He wasn't as open to trying new things as much as I would have liked. As time passed life got in the way I suppose and things slowed down."
"We still have sex and I enjoy it but something is missing."
She suddenly realised what she had said.
"Sorry, that must be the alcohol talking. I know how much children hate the thought of their parents having sex."
"That's OK. I don't mind." I managed to stammer.
'Like mother like daughter,' I thought to myself. Jenn was always up for something new and exciting and had even taken the initiative sometimes in introducing new sex games.
The table we were at had a great view of the snow so we were sitting side by side rather than opposite.
I had been so surprised at the tone of the conversation that I hadn't noticed that Trish's hand was still on my leg.
The thought of our sex life and particularly our quicky yesterday had my cock at half mast.
"Can I ask you a very personal question?" she looked at me seriously.
"Of course."
"Is it true what Jenn said?"
I am sure I looked confused.
Suddenly I felt her hand slide up to my crotch.
"Oh my," she looked at me. "It's true."
Her hand now had a firm grip on my cock, which, despite my shock, began to harden under her touch.
"Can I tell you a secret?"
