As long as I can remember, older women fascinated me. At first it was the idea of experience and knowledge that drew me to them, but as I got older I simply realized that it was more than that; it was the idea of forbidden. That's what made it for me.
The story I'm about to tell happened few months ago, and not only changed my life but also the lives of many people around me. You have heard the same words over and over again in other tales, but unlike all those others, this one is actually a true one.
Before I get into the events that have fundamentally shaken my world, a few short introductions must be made. Hi, my name is Dan and I am the luckiest man on the planet. Why, you might ask? Well, because I got really lucky when it came to getting hitched.
My wife Samantha, who is four years younger than me, is not only a great catch but also she shares the same ideas and fantasies when it comes to our bedroom. Standing at a little bit over 5' 7" and with the 34 double D's Sam is by far one of the sexiest women a man can find. Just one look at her deep, green eyes, like some gemstones taking in everything around her, and a guy can find himself wishing to drown not only in her long brown hair, but also between her perfect thighs.
Sam comes from a very strict, religious family with four more siblings: two brothers, Mike and Brian, who are a year younger (yes, they are identical twins), a two years older sister Kelly, who is now 21 and happily married to a really nice guy named Steve, and finally Megan; at 31 she is the oldest of the siblings and is actually Sam's half-sister from her father's first marriage.
As you already guessed, I myself am twenty three, which means my wife is at the tender age of nineteen. Sam and I got actually married after dating for little over a year, and only few months before the events of this story unfolded. To say that our families were very happy would be a lie, but as it was we were both of age and at the end of the day there was simply not much anyone could do.
The most outspoken person against our marriage was actually Sam's mother -- Nicole. The woman simply did not like me from day one. For some reason she always gave me a cold look and it was only because of her husband that she even allowed my foot step through their door. I did one very smart thing from the beginning -- Sam's dad, Chris, was more than cool with me. For some reason we just clicked and our fishing trips to get away from everyone only spoke of our great relationship. And it all that mattered anyway, for as far as my mother-in-law was concerned, what the man of the house said simply was the law.
You see, Nicole was a very conservative woman, to say the least; very traditional, going to church three times a week kind of thing. I guess it was no surprise she looked at me askance; after all, I did corrupt her little angel. Still, as it was, as long as Chris was in the house Nicole showed nothing but respect towards me. Oh, another thing. After Sam and I got married my mother-in-law insisted on me calling her Mom... something to do with the faith and tradition. Anyway, my new mother was nice to me only when her husband was home, which was not so much for he was constantly on the road due to his transportation business.
Which brings me to the events where I fucked my wife's mother, for it was because of my father's-in-law absence that the fate dealt an unexpected card.
It was only few months ago in the middle of the summer, that like an erupting volcano hammered everything with incredible heat and lava. In our apartment, where my wife and I were at the last few months of our lease, something went wrong with the central air and in one day we were baking in the temperature of over ninety degrees. It was than that my wife had an idea of staying at her parents' house until our place could get to a bearable temperature.
To be honest, I was not too crazy about the prospect of seeing my mother-in-law for the next few days, but as it was -- either the heat of hell or the bitch's hell. The decision was easy, for in the worst case scenario I would have an opportunity to take few days off from work and sleep till noon. Plus, if I know anything in this world, it is that my father-in-law would leap at any chance to get away for few days, open few cold ones, and fish for a while.
And so, little over two hours after leaving our place, Sam and I arrived at her parent's house. Right off the bat, the scene that welcomed us made me cringe. For one, Chris's car was not in the garage, which only meant he was away on one of his trips. It was obvious that the twins also were not home and if I knew them at all, it meant they would be gone for more than one day.
Great! Now I was up for waking up in the house with no one else but my strict bitch mother-in-law and few cats. Just wonderful!
"Ah, honey," I turned to Sam before we exited the car to the awaiting woman, "Are you sure you can not take few days from work?"
"Oh baby, you are not really that much afraid of her, are you?" she answered jokingly with a wide grin on her face. Oh, just perfect.
"Ok, but don't be surprised if one night you come home and find me missing! Just look in the lake behind the house and make sure your mother does not leave the country before the FBI talks to her!"
"Remember honey, she is OUR mom, so be nice now and act like a good little boy!"
"Whatever," was my answer as I stepped out of the car.
Just as always, Nicole, that is Mom, was wearing one of her long dresses that covered her from neck to ankles. Her hair was in a tight bun over her head and just as usual there was not a hint of any makeup. I'm not a big fan of face paints, but sometimes I wondered how Chris can even be around that woman. Don't get me wrong, I sure see where Sam got her looks, but where my wife was sexy and intriguing, her mother was simply a grey reflection of the image. For god's sake, the whole look and aura of the woman screamed of nineteenth century.
"Hi mom!" I greeted my mother-in-law as my best possible smile appeared on my face. She took my extended hand and firmly shook it. Oh yeah, another weird thing, I don't ever remember even hugging the woman; it was as if she was afraid I might bite her.
"Hello Dan. I see you still make Sammy do all the driving," came a replay with a cold blue eyes staring at me in an open and complete judgment. Who the fuck was she kidding with that fake grin; that smile can melt stones? Bitch.
"I wanted to drive, mom." I heard Sam say as she approached us. "Honey, can you be so kind and take our things from the car? Just take it to my old room, I talked to mom already earlier on the phone and we will be staying there."
"Sure, baby." I quickly replayed and was only too happy for any excuse to be as far away from my other mother as possible.
In short order, Sam and I unpacked all our things by the time we heard that dinner was ready. The whole supper business was very uneventful, as I tried my best to keep my eyes on my food and keep conversation to a minimum. At one point, Nicole even asked if I was ok, to what I simply replayed that I had a headache and just needed some rest. My wife understood my unease, and extended me a helping hand.
"Why don't you go upstairs sweetie? I will be in soon too. Just wanna talk to mom about some girl stuff. You know..."
"Ok," I said hoping that I did not sound too eager to be gone. "I'll be in bed." I got up and took my plate to the kitchen sink. As I was about to leave, I remembered something, "Oh, and thanks for dinner mom, it was very good." Oh yeah, around this woman I was nothing less but a chorus boy.
As I made my way up the stairs to Sam's old bedroom, which unfortunately was right across from her parent's room (great, not only to deal with a stone cold woman but also not getting any while I'm here) I heard Sam say "Mom, come on. Stop being so..." whatever she was going to say I did not hear and to be honest did not have any desire to know.
As I finally made my way to a queen size bed, a thought occurred to me that I had to figure out how to keep my balls empty for few days. Well, I guess it was time to go back to good old high school days of jerking off in the bathroom.
***
Whatever it was that I was dreaming of, it was lost to me as my peaceful slumber was interrupted by something warm and wet around my cock. Right of the bet I knew it was Sam because she liked to wake me up in special a way. Be it a good old BJ, which she was a pro in giving, or something more kinky, like being tied up to the bed post and being used as a plate for a whole can of whip cream.
Anyway, as my wife was sliding my 7 ¾ inch (and yes I did measure it. What guy didn't?) cock in and out of her sweet little mouth, which produced a considerable amount of slurping noise, it did not registered with me that we were not in our bedroom. It took my eyes few moments to adjust to the darkness, which was slightly illuminated by a moonlight from outside that penetrated whole house through large windows, that I realized where I was.