After working hard all day I eventually got some free time. I was alone, so I was going to indulge myself. While I waited for my laptop to power up, I finished off my coffee and the rest of the chocolate biscuits.
Disappointingly, it was a quiet day on my favourite website, only four new Incest/Taboo stories. Most days it’s at least a dozen. That’s why I read it. Last month she’d published her first story, and to be brutally honest, even taking into account that she was a new author, it wasn’t very good. If there had been more published then I would have ignored it.
But I was pleasantly surprised, because this one was a lot better than her initial attempt. It was a steamy story about a Brother and Sister doing very naughty things together that they shouldn’t have. And doing them often. I enjoyed reading it. In fact, it got me so excited, that I knocked one out while I was reading it!
I had to wait five weeks for her next one, but it was worth the wait. She must be a quick learner, because after only three stories, she was now an accomplished author. That wasn’t just my opinion, the story had lots of good comments, and it was rated as hot. This time it was a Son-in-law that was enjoying forbidden fruit, and he was making the most of it. Anne, his Mother-In-law was the willing recipient of his lust. Henry was a lucky man. He was enjoying the pleasures of the flesh with two women, Charlotte and her Mother. Perhaps, in chapter two, it would be at the same time!
By the end of the week I’d read it, ‘A tender love story’, a few times, and each time it had got me hard. It was definitely in my top three stories of all time.
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Sometimes in life you have a lightbulb moment. You suddenly realize something, with startling clarity, that was hiding in the back of your mind, and that had been there for a long time. That happened to me this morning, and while I was in bed trying to get to sleep, I was still thinking about it.
Lydia was next to me, snoring loudly, but she was of no concern to me. All I was thinking about was her Mother.
I was convinced that Helen had written, ‘A tender love story’!
As far as I was concerned, the evidence was irrefutable. The story was fiction, but the characters in the story were based on us. Herself, and me and Lydia. I was annoyed with myself because I hadn’t spotted it before now. She hadn’t used our first names, but she had used our middle ones. We were: Rowan Henry Wilkinson, Lydia Charlotte Wilkinson and Helen Anne Baxter.
And it wasn’t just the names. The ages were the same. I was twenty five, as was Henry. Lydia and Charlotte were twenty six, and my Mother-in-law and her character were both forty eight.
All that, and her user name of HAB99999 on the website, was too much of a coincidence for me, it had to be her.
Now that I knew that, what was I going to do about it? The short answer was, nothing. Lydia didn’t know that I was an avid reader of Incest/Taboo stories, and I wanted it to stay that way. She wouldn’t approve, so I couldn’t tell her. And as for my Mother-in-law, it would be embarrassing for both of us if I was to talk about it with her.
I was going to keep it to myself, and I was going to continue reading her stories. I couldn’t wait for the next one!
In the morning, while we were having breakfast together, Lydia said something that surprised me.
“My Mother is coming to stay with us for a few days.”
What a coincidence. Yesterday I’d spent a lot of time thinking about her, and now she would be spending some time with us. I didn’t have a problem with that, but it would be nice to know more about her visit.
I asked, “When, and for how long?”
Her response was quick, and with some aggression.
“Don’t you want her to stay with us?”
That made me smile. We’d been married now for four years, and I still loved her as much as I had on our wedding day, but she had her faults, and there were plenty of them. One of them was taking offence, even when none was intended.
In a calm voice, I said, “Of course I do. I was just asking.”
That calmed her down, and this time I got from her an answer rather than a question.
“Tomorrow. Jack is going away for two weeks. She doesn’t want to be on her own so she’s staying with us until he gets back.”
When she arrived, I unloaded the car for her. Two heavy suitcases bursting at the seams. Carrying them to her room nearly broke my back. Was she just staying for two weeks, or was she really moving in?
While we were eating our evening meal, I kept looking at my Mother-in-law. I was still finding it hard to believe, that she, of all people, was writing Incest/Taboo stories. She was such a lady, always well-dressed, and her manners were impeccable. No matter what the circumstances, or the provocation, you’ll never hear her swear.
But she had written them, so inside that prim and proper exterior, there was another woman, a different one that was well-hidden, and that one was a dirty bitch!
I’d cooked the meal, so Lydia was going to do the washing-up. We left her to it.
While I was watching the television, Helen was busy on her laptop. There was a lot of typing. Was she writing another story, or perhaps chapter two of, ‘A tender love story’? Curiosity got the better of me. I was going to ask her.
“What are you doing?”
Her reaction to that was as if I’d found her taking money from my wallet. She looked guilty. But then she quickly composed herself.
“Just a hobby of mine. I’m writing a story.”
Would she let me see it? I would be surprised if she did, but you never know. There was only one way to find out, and that was to ask her.
“Can I read it?”
She quickly shook her head, and then she said, “It’s not very good. I’d be embarrassed if anybody was to read it.”
“OK, but let me know if you change your mind.”
While giving me a nice smile, she said, “I will.”
Of course, that was never going to happen. However, I was still going to be able to read it, but I would have to wait until she published it on the website.
We then went back to as we were, her typing out her story, and me watching the film. But later, without me having to prompt her, she was willing to talk more about her hobby.
“Most people write about what they know. I don’t do that.”
“So what do you write about?”
“Mine is fiction,” then, after a slight hesitation, she added, “Mostly about what I’d like to do.”
That last part got my attention, and it wasn’t just the words. As she was saying it, she gave me a look. It was one that I knew well. It was what Lydia occasionally gives me when she wants an early night.
I watched the rest of the film, but don’t ask me how it ended, because I wouldn’t be able to tell you. I was looking at the television but my mind was elsewhere. My Mother-in-law writes about what she’d like to do. That means that, ‘A tender love story’, is really about me and her. That was shocking, but also exciting.
Her secret fantasy is for us to be lovers!
It felt good to know that a woman, other than my wife, wanted me. It was good for my ego. But I was surprised that it was her. All the years that I’ve known her, she’d never given any indication, with words or deeds, that she wanted to be intimate with me. And if I hadn’t accidentally discovered it from reading her story, it would still be her secret.
We went to bed at ten o’clock, leaving Helen downstairs. She’d stopped writing her story, instead, she was now watching television.
When we got to our room Lydia’s hands were all over me. That was unexpected because I normally have to ask for sex, rather than her offering it to me. But I wasn’t complaining. This was going to be the perfect ending to what had been a nice day. Some good sex with the woman that I loved.
After quickly undressing, we were kissing passionately. When I started to fondle her cute bottom, she put her tongue into my mouth. I greedily sucked on it.
When we heard her footsteps on the landing, we stopped, while we waited for her to get to her room. She must have changed her mind about watching television, and decided instead to go to bed.
In almost a whisper, she said, “I’m so horny, but we need to keep the noise down because my Mother is here. We don’t want her to hear us.”
I wasn’t going to contradict her, but I would really like Helen to hear us. That was possible, because her bedroom was next to ours. However, for her to hear our lovemaking, then we would have to be loud. I, like most men, would find that highly erotic. The Daughter being fucked and the Mother hearing it. In fact, despite what she’d just said, I was going to do my best to make that happen!
Her tits were small, not much more than a handful, but like now, they always excited me. Big tits are a turn-on for most men, but not for me. I was concentrating on her little nipples, tweaking and squeezing them, and it was making her moan. I wanted her to be louder, and very soon she would be, because, after being together for such a long time, I knew which buttons to press to get her excited.
My hand was now on her leg, high up on her slender thigh, so she knew what was going to happen next, but I still managed to surprise her. When I quickly thrust two fingers deep into her, up to the knuckles, I got what I wanted. A loud gasp from her, perhaps even loud enough for her Mother to hear. So some success, but I knew that Lydia wouldn’t see it as that.
“Why did you…”
I didn’t let her finish. We’d been lovers for long enough for me to know what attention her clit liked. Swiftly rubbing its sweet spot had turned the words into a moan, and dispelled her anger, but disappointingly, it wasn’t as loud as I was expecting. However, the volume increased when I started to fuck her sweet pussy with the fingers that were already inside her. And when I suddenly added a third one, the noise she made was exactly what I wanted. It was loud.
I was now smiling. Within minutes, she’d gone from being worried that her Mother might hear us, to not caring if she did!
I waited until her pussy was at fever pitch, and then, without any subtlety, I quickly mounted her. My first stroke got an animal sound from her, one that was difficult to describe, but that didn’t matter. What did though, was that it was very loud.
I’d brought my A-game to the bedroom. Every stroke was now a long one. My cock was a good size, and I was making sure to use all of it. Very soon she would reach it.
When she eventually did, after a few more minutes of her pussy being fucked hard by my cock, she didn’t hold back.
“Fuck, I’m in it!”
That was loud enough to wake the dead.
As it surged through her body, I gave her two more strokes. She didn’t need them, but I did. When I started to spurt into her, it was as her intense orgasm was coming to an end.
It took her a while to recover, and when she did, I could see that she was worried.
She asked, “I was quite loud, do you think she heard us?”
It was difficult, but somehow I managed not to laugh. Then, with a straight face, I calmly said, “No, the walls are thick. She wouldn’t have heard anything.”
That reassured her. However, when she turned onto her side, so that her back was towards me, I had to smile. Quite loud? No, at times it had been off the scale. Her Mother would have definitely heard her, and so she would have known exactly what we were doing.
But what was her reaction to it? Had she tried to ignore it, hoping that it wouldn’t last long? Or had it excited her? After reading the stories that she’s published, I now know that there is more to her than meets the eye. There is a wicked side to her. I was convinced that she would have joined in. When Lydia reached it, she would have been frantically rubbing her clit so that she could come as well. And like her Daughter’s climax, hers would have been a big one as well.
Thinking about that made me hard again!
In the morning I was the first one up, but shortly after, Helen joined me in the kitchen. While I made the breakfast we chatted. As always, she was good company. I was going to enjoy her staying with us. Because it was Sunday, Lydia had a lie in. It was eleven before she was out of bed.
I greeted her with a kiss, and then I made her a coffee.
She asked her Mother, “Did you sleep OK?”
“Yes, as soon as I got to my room I fell asleep straight away.”
I didn’t believe that, and it must have shown on my face, because she was now looking at me. And her expression was also revealing. Lydia hadn’t seen it, but I had. It was confirmation that she had indeed heard our lovemaking!
It was a lazy Sunday for all of us. Lydia spent most of the day reading the latest blockbuster from one of her favourite authors, and I binge-watched a Netflix series. While we were doing that Helen was in her room, presumably working on her next story. It was only when we had our evening meal that we were all together again.
“Mother, what are you planning to do tomorrow?”
Lydia got an answer of, “As little as possible,” and that made us laugh, including my Mother-in-law.
We had to work, but she was a lady of leisure. Jack, her partner for the last ten years, was a successful business man, so she had the luxury of not having to work. I was deeply envious of her.
“You’ll have some company. Rowan is working from home tomorrow.”
“That will be nice, but I’ll try not to distract him.”
However, on Monday, even though I enjoyed talking to her, she did distract me, and often. She was in another room, but she kept coming to see me, to tell me something, or to ask a question. And then she would stay for a while, and we’d talk.
When it got to midday I was behind with my work. But in the afternoon I got a lucky break, two meetings were cancelled. That gave me the opportunity to catch-up, and by four o’clock I was done for the day.
It was my turn, I could now distract her!
When I went to her she was working on her laptop. Her fingers were flying across the keyboard.
“Coffee?”
She nodded. When I returned with it, she closed her laptop.
While she was putting it into its case, she said, “There’s only so much that you can write in a day.”
Then, while smiling, she said more, and it got my heart racing.
“You look tense. If you want, I can massage your shoulders. Please say yes because I’ll enjoy doing it.”
I readily agreed to that, even though I knew that I was playing with fire. But what’s wrong with an innocent shoulder rub? Nothing, if it stays at that. However, I’d now read, ‘A tender love story’, enough times so that I knew key phrases off by heart. What she’d said was one of them, and she’d been word-perfect.
Anne’s seduction of her Son-in-law had started with her saying those exact words!
My shoulders were tense, and her hands were doing a good job, but after ten minutes it was time for her to stop. And when she was to stop, I knew what her next words would be. Like before, they would be from the story. This is what she was going to say.
“Your back could do with a massage as well. But for me to do that you’ll have to lie down on your bed.”
When she removed her hands, I gulped, it was decision time. To give into her seduction, or to resist? There were butterflies in my stomach as I waited for her to say those words.
When we heard it, even though it wasn’t very loud, it startled both of us. It was the doorbell. I went to see who was at the door. It was Lydia, she was home early, and she hadn’t got her key with her.
“Sorry, I’d forget my head if it wasn’t screwed on.”
That was true. Forgetfulness was one of her faults, and like now, it could be very irritating.
That evening there was a film that all of us wanted to watch. It started well, but then the plot got complicated. There were too many twists and turns in it for my liking. That’s when I lost interest in it. However, I stayed downstairs with them, but my mind was on other things, mostly my Mother-in-law, and her attempt to seduce me.
What would have happened if Lydia hadn’t finished work early? I’d like to think that I would have done the right thing. That I would have politely declined Helen’s offer of a back massage, and that would have been the end of it. But that was just wishful thinking. I knew that I was weak-willed, so I would have gone willingly to the bedroom. Like a lamb to the slaughter. It would then have slowly progressed, as it did in the story, to its inevitable fateful conclusion.
We would have fucked!
The next day was a new start for me. All the improper thoughts about my Mother-in-law were banished from my mind. And I was determined that they wouldn’t be returning. That made me feel good about myself. However, when I got home from work, and I saw her in the living room, they came flooding back, big time.
While giving me a nice smile, she said, “Just two more stretches to do.”
Then, with me still in the room, she continued with her exercises. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was wearing a tight fitting leotard that showed off her subtle curves to perfection. It looked as if it had been sprayed onto her.
“I’ve finished.”
And what a finish it was, I wanted to applaud. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw it. She was now lying on the floor with her legs wide apart and her knees high up. Clearly on display, and only covered by the thin material of her leotard, was her pussy. I could have looked at it all day, but it only lasted for a few seconds, and then she was leaving.
“I’m going for a shower.”
But that brief time, looking at the bulge between her legs, had been long enough to get me very excited. So my good intentions hadn’t even lasted for a day. I knew that It was wrong, and I might regret it, but I was now determined, by whatever means possible, to have her!
That evening I read her story again. That was her fantasy, but I was going to make it happen for real. On Thursday I was working at home. That was my opportunity to put my plan into action.
When it was time for bed I was eager for sex. Seeing Helen in that provocative pose had got my juices flowing. However, Lydia wasn’t in the mood.
“I’m tired, go to sleep.”
“I can’t, my balls are overflowing.”
She then muttered something under her breath. I didn’t catch what it was, but that was just as well, because it wouldn’t have been something that I’d want to hear.
“Please.”
“If I don’t say yes, then are you going to keep on asking?”
“Definitely. Every few minutes.”
After giving a deep sigh, she said, “OK, but make it quick. And don’t expect me to join in.”
It was quick, and without any emotion from her. Just me fucking her as quickly as possible so that I could empty my balls. However, it was a good climax, probably because while I was doing it, I was thinking about her Mother, and what it would be like if she was between my legs instead of Lydia!
When Thursday arrived I was confident of success. I was expecting it to be easy. All that would be needed was a few words from me to start the ball rolling, then we would re-enact her story.
As soon as I had some free time I went to her, then I rubbed my neck. That didn’t get the response that I was expecting, namely, the offer of another shoulder massage. She just ignored me, what she was doing on her laptop was taking all of her attention. That surprised me, I thought that she’d jump at the chance to do it. But I wasn’t giving up without a fight.
“My shoulders are tense, Will you please massage them?”
That got a terse, “Later,” from her, and then she went back to working on her story. I then left, without her noticing, and with my tail between my legs. And I’d thought that it was going to be easy!
For the next fifteen minutes I sulked, like a little child that wasn’t getting their own way, and then I told myself that it didn’t matter. In fact, if she was to come to me now and ask if I wanted her to do my shoulders, I’d say no, and I might even be as rude as she’d been to me. But that was me being petulant. Deep down I knew that I was never going to say no.
An hour later, she did come to me, and it was at the worst possible time. I was in the middle of a complicated piece of work, and if I was to stop then I’d lose my chain of thought.
“If you want, I can do it now.”
Like before, her hands on my shoulders felt good. When she stopped, I would have liked longer. However, what was going to happen next, in the bedroom, would be even better. But would we be going to the bedroom? That was up to her.
It was in the balance. I could tell that she wanted to say something, but she was hesitant. I could help by prompting her.
While doing an exaggerated stretch, I said, “My back is tense as well.”
That should make it easier for her. She could now say the words from her hot story. That’s if she wanted to. The wait was agonizing, but eventually, after a few seconds, she did speak.
“I’ll massage your back, let’s go to the bedroom.”
So not a direct quote from, ‘A tender love story’, but that didn’t matter, the meaning was the same. I was so happy that I could have punched the air, it was game on!
As we walked up the stairs together, there were butterflies in my stomach. I was feeling excited, but also apprehensive. Was she experiencing the same emotions? She must be, because what we were about to do wasn’t trivial. Most people would disapprove of it. And crossing that imaginary line would change our relationship forever. But the desire to have her was what was controlling me, and it was strong. I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to.
When we got to the bedroom, I knew what she was going to say, and I was right.
“It’ll be better if you undress down to your boxers.”
Those had been Anne’s words to Henry.
I quickly did what she’d asked me to do, in case she changed her mind. Given time to think about it, she might decide that what we were about to embark on, wasn’t a good idea. And that later on she would regret it.
I was now facing down on the bed, and her hands were on my back. She started at the top of it, but it wasn’t long before she’d moved down, almost touching my underwear. That’s when the blood started to flow into my cock. According to the story, she was going to suggest that I remove my boxers, and of course, I would readily agree to it. But surprisingly, that didn’t happen, instead she massaged my feet. She must be making me wait, perhaps because she wanted to tease me.
Then slowly, inch by inch, her hands moved upwards to where I wanted them to be. However, this was still a massage, because her touch was firm. I wanted it to be soft and gentle. I wanted her to caress me. I wanted it to be a lover’s touch. When was that going to happen?
“I think we should stop.”
That was out of left field, completely unexpected, and my cock was now losing inches at an alarming rate. I was in turmoil, experiencing a mixture of emotions. Disappointment and frustration being the key ones, but there was also some anger because she’d been leading me on. A lot was promised but nothing had been delivered. However, I was just going to have to suck it up. I couldn’t make her do something that she didn’t want to do.
Then I had a brainwave. I’d thought of something that might work. It wasn’t in her story, but that didn’t matter. I couldn’t make her, but perhaps what I was going to suggest might persuade her. And if it worked, then I’d be in control.
As I got off the bed I gave her my best smile.
“Thanks, that was just what I needed. I think I should return the favour. Now it’s your turn.”
When I pointed to the bed she shook her head.
As firmly as I could, without it being intimidating, I said, “I’m not going to take no for an answer.”
I couldn’t do any more. The ball was in her court. She made me wait, for what seemed like minutes, but was really only seconds, before responding.
Without saying anything, she started to undress, and that’s when I turned my back on her so that she could have some privacy.
When I turned to face her I was pleasantly surprised. She was lying on her back, that meant that I could admire her body. Because she had her eyes closed, and therefore wasn’t aware of what I was doing, I could take my time. And that was what I was going to do. I was going to fill my boots!
She was forty eight years old, well past her prime, but her body wasn’t something to be ashamed of. Her breasts were the same size as Lydia’s, but from what I could see from the outline of her nipples through her bra, they were a lot bigger. Perfect for sucking on. And except for a few extra pounds around her waist and hips, her body was as slender as Lydia’s.
Most men of my age wouldn’t find her attractive. She would be too old for them. They’d want somebody who was younger. But I did find her desirable, and what was adding to her attraction in a big way, was that she was my Mother-in-law. She was forbidden fruit, and as they say, that fruit is the juiciest!
I started on her shoulders. Firm at first, but within seconds it had become what I’d wanted from her when she was massaging me. A lover’s touch. When I boldly moved down to the start of her breasts, her eyes flickered, but they stayed closed. If she didn’t want me to touch them, then now was the time to say something. However, as expected, she didn’t speak. That was the green light for me to continue. Now was also the time for me to have second thoughts because of what I was about to do. But I didn’t have any. I wanted to do it, and I would, no matter what the consequences of it were.
I was now gently massaging her two small mounds through her bra. When she was massaging me she’d wanted to do more than that, to make it intimate, but that was a step too far for her, so she’d stopped. But with her eyes closed, she could pretend that it was still innocent!
While I continued to enjoy her breasts, my cock was tenting. If she was to open her eyes then she would see it, and hopefully it would impress her. However, that wasn’t going to happen, because I knew that for as long as this lasted, and no matter what I did to her, they would remain closed. I’d prefer them open, and for her to speak to me, but I was more than happy with the way it was.
When I concentrated on her nipples that got a low moan from her. It was only just audible, but it excited me more than I thought was possible. And it made me smile, because it was confirmation that she was also enjoying it.
I liked her bra, it was stylish, and even with my limited knowledge of ladies underwear, I knew that it was expensive. But I would like it even more if it was on the floor, rather than covering her little tits.
When I put my hands underneath her so that I could unhook it, I expected some initial resistance from her, but there wasn’t any. Instead, she helped me by arching her back. And when I struggled to unhook it, she didn’t complain, she just waited patiently for me to complete it, even though it took some time.
Removing it had been hard work, but thankfully, it was now on the floor!
Because they were exposed, I could fully enjoy them. When I greedily sucked on one of her nipples she gasped. That encouraged me to do it again, so I did, but this time with more enthusiasm, and harder. That got a moan from her that was impressively loud.
I now had my hand on her other breast. When I rolled the nipple between my finger and thumb it made her squirm. That amused me. However, I didn’t smile for long. This was serious, so I needed to concentrate. I wasn’t just doing this to give both of us pleasure, I also wanted to impress her, to show her that I was a good lover.
My stiff cock rubbing against my underwear had become uncomfortable, so I quickly took my boxers off. My manhood was standing proud, as big as it had ever been. It was ready for action, but it was going to have to wait. There was still a long way to go before it would be up her sweet pussy.
The interruption had surprised her, but she kept her eyes closed because she must have been confident that it was just a delay, rather than the end of our time together. When my fingers and mouth were back on her, she smiled.
After switching nipples a few times, I wanted more than her nice tits. It was time to remove her panties. When, with both hands, I started to pull them down, I was expecting her to lift her bottom up. To help me as she’d done before. But she didn’t. It remained firmly on the bed. I tried again, and this time, without her help, I managed to eventually get them down to her ankles, and then off. They were now on the floor next to her bra. However, would she open her legs for me?
I was gentle with her, but her legs remained closed. My next attempt to push them apart, that was stronger, was also a failure. I gave a deep sigh, and it was loud enough for her to hear. Was it going to frustratingly end like this? If it did, then it was going to be a huge disappointment, one that might even reduce me to tears. What should I do? I could go back to her tits and give them some more attention. I could even talk to her. Perhaps a few well-chosen words would do the trick, but what were those words?
Then she suddenly opened them, as wide as possible, and I gasped!
What had made her change her mind? I didn’t know, but I didn’t really care. The only thing that mattered was that they were now wide apart, giving me access to her pussy.
As my hand slowly moved up her leg, there were butterflies in my stomach, and my cock was starting to twitch. And also, though I was reluctant to admit it, I was nervous, almost as nervous as I’d been when I was about to finger a pussy for the first time. That was silly. I was an experienced lover, and I was confident in my ability, so I knew that I could pleasure her. It must be because of who she was. She was my Mother-in-law, so me enjoying her sweet pussy was something that was taboo, and so it was that, that was making me nervous.
Despite my nerves, when I got to her pussy, I didn’t hesitate. My fingers were on it straight away. And I wanted to touch all of it.
I loved her lips. They were a nice size, and when I pulled on them, she moaned. And looking at her pink opening was doing something to my cock that I didn’t think was possible. It was making it even harder! Her clit was still in its hood, and for now, it was going to stay there. It was going to get the full attention from my fingers, but later, after I’d fingered her.
For a few seconds I toyed with her opening, teasing it with a single finger. Then I slowly pushed that finger into it. That made her purr. Adding a second, and making sure that it went in as deep as the first one, made her gasp. She was forty eight, and she’d given birth, so she was never going to be as tight as Lydia. However, there was still enough tightness in her pussy to give both of us a lot of pleasure when we were to eventually fuck.
Lydia liked to be fingered, but I’d discovered that her Mother liked it even more. As my fingers moved inside her, she was making all sorts of noises. That was exciting me, and my cock as well. The urge to fuck her was getting stronger by the second. Soon it would be too much for me, and then I’d be on top of her with my cock deep up her hot wet pussy.
But thankfully, for now, I was able to resist that urge. This was so good that I wanted it to last for as long as possible. And there was something that I didn’t want to think about, because it was too painful. This might be a one-off, our one and only time together. So I was determined to make the most of it.
I’d ignored it for a long time, perhaps longer than she would have liked, so it was time to play with her clit. To rub that jewel in the crown. Doing that would take her excitement to another level, and also, I would get a lot of pleasure from doing it.
My first touch was gentle, with just the minimum of pressure. If it had been a sound, then it would only have been a whisper. However, her response to it was as if I’d suddenly thrust my cock deep into her. She quickly arched her back. I waited until she was flat on the bed before doing it again. Even though I’d rubbed harder, because this time she was expecting it, all I got from her was a low moan.
Now those moans were louder, and that was because my finger was moving faster over her clit. She wasn’t ready to come, but her climax was on the horizon, and it was approaching at speed. It wouldn’t be long before it was here. Very soon my fingers would make her boil over.
Then I thought of something, and it made me smile. My fingers weren’t going to make her come. I had a better idea, my tongue was going to do it!
Before she’d even realized what was happening, my head was between her wide open legs. This was something that I liked a lot, almost as much as fucking. With Lydia, it’s part of our lovemaking, but not often enough for me. She likes it, but to her it’s not a priority, so we only do it occasionally, perhaps once a month. If it was just up to me then it would be a weekly occurrence.
I started by teasing her opening with the tip of my tongue, it made her squirm, and then I moved onto her lips. Nice meaty folds that were begging to be sucked. But sucking on them was a mistake, because it nearly made her come. I stopped, hopefully I’d get to enjoy them on another day when she was less excited.
With her clit I was more careful, trying to keep her excited, but not making her come. However, it wasn’t long before I had to admit defeat, because a single flick of it with my tongue, that had almost no pressure, took her into ecstasy!
That’s when I lifted my head up, and it’s just as well that I did, because suddenly, without any warning, her legs snapped shut. If I’d still been between them then she would now be smothering me.
It was like Lydia’s, not a whimper but a bang. While I was watching it surge through her body, I was envious. Why couldn’t my climax be as good as hers?
When she’d stopped whimpering, I knew that it was over. But what was going to happen next? Did she want some time to recover, or was she ready to fuck?
Surprisingly, I was about to find out that it was neither!
When, with her eyes open, but without looking at me, she spoke, it was like a dagger to my heart.
“Thanks, that was a nice massage. Now I need to get back to my story, and you need to get back to work.”
I couldn’t believe it. She’d reached it, and I was going to be left hanging. But it might be her idea of a joke. If so, it was one that I didn’t think was funny. However, when she got up from the bed, without even glancing at my engorged cock, and then, while ignoring me, she started to get dressed, I knew that she wasn’t joking.
When she left the bedroom, without saying anything else, and without a backward glance, I looked down at my cock. What had been an impressive boner, perhaps my best one ever, was gone. It was now as dead as a dodo.
I stayed in the bedroom, trying to make sense of what had just happened. After ten minutes I still hadn’t made any progress, so I left.
Waiting for me when I got back to my desk, were a few emails, but fortunately, none of them had needed my urgent attention. However, the several missed calls from my boss were a worry. I rang him straight away, and he wasn’t happy that he hadn’t been able to contact me.
“What were you doing?”
I was tempted to tell him the truth, because that would have shut him up, but that would be a stupid thing to do, so Instead, I lied. I told him that I wasn’t feeling well, and that I’d had to lie down. That got me some sympathy from him, but not much.
I was now working again, trying to make up for the time that I’d lost while I was with Helen. And I was making good progress. An hour later, when she came into my room, it was an unwelcome distraction, even though she’d brought me a coffee and some of my favourite biscuits.
After putting them down on my desk, she said, “I want to…”
If it was an apology for ending it so abruptly, then I didn’t want to hear it, so I cut her off with:
“Thanks, but I’m too busy to talk. You need to leave.”
Her expression was as if I’d just slapped her face. She’d come to see me with a peace offering, and I’d been rude to her. When she left she was doing her best to hold back the tears.
That made me feel good, but not for long. I now realized that I hadn’t just been rude to my Mother-in-law, I’d been a shit. And also, I’d ruined any chance of us ever being intimate again. I was such a fool.
I finished work at six, and then I went to join her in the living room. Our intimate encounter wasn’t mentioned, and we were polite to each other, but there was a tension between us that you could cut with a knife. When Lydia got home I was convinced that she would notice it, and, with some trepidation, I was waiting for her to mention it. However, it soon became clear to me that she was oblivious to it, and so I was able to relax.
Lydia wanted an early night, but it wasn’t because she wanted sex. She was tired. So at nine o’clock she went to bed.
“I think I’ll go to bed as well.”
“Please don’t.”
I wanted her to stay downstairs with me so that we could talk. It wasn’t going to be easy, but we were adults, so we should try and mend our relationship.
She did stay with me, but I was beginning to believe that it would have been better if she hadn’t. While we watched television together, she was resisting all of my attempts to start up a conversation. I’d asked her what she was doing tomorrow, and I’d got a one word answer.
“Shopping.”
And when I’d asked her about other things, her answer was just the same, terse. I was now annoyed with her, and that’s why I said it.
“Why didn’t you want us to fuck?”
Not the most subtle thing that I’ve ever said!
Of course, that shocked her. But she was now composed. Her face wasn’t showing any emotion, so I had no idea how she was going to respond. When she did eventually speak, it was done calmly, and in a matter of fact way.
“I don’t know. I did want to, but something was stopping me. If you weren’t married to my Daughter then it wouldn’t have been a problem.”
“I could divorce her.”
That made her laugh.
When she’d finished, I asked, “So are we going to put this behind us, and get back to as we were before?”
“No,” and then, while smiling, she added, “I want to do it again, and this time we will fuck.”
“Now!”
That creased her up, I thought she was never going to stop laughing.
Of course, it wasn’t going to be now. With Lydia in the house that would have been reckless. It was going to be when we were alone, and that was tomorrow, because I was working at home again.
I couldn’t sleep, I kept tossing and turning in the bed because I was as excited as a child on Christmas Eve. Tomorrow there was a present waiting for me. My Mother-in-law, or more specifically, her sweet pussy. And this time it was going to be my cock that would be enjoying it!
I woke early, and when I got up there was a spring in my step. When I joined Helen in the kitchen she greeted me with, “What would you like?”
“You.”
I thought that would get me a smile, but it didn’t, instead I got a stern look from her.
“Sorry. Can I please have some toast and a coffee?”
She was right. If Lydia caught me flirting with her Mother it would make her suspicious.
Lydia is normally out of the house by eight o’clock at the latest, but frustratingly, not today. Her first meeting of the day had been cancelled, so she was going to leave at nine. Just a one hour delay, but for me, the wait was agonizing. When she did eventually leave, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Then I looked at Helen. She shook her head.
“We need to wait a while. She might come back because she’s forgotten something.”
I groaned, and that made her laugh.
For me, ‘a while’, was fifteen minutes, but for her it was an hour. That was too much, but I managed to get it down to thirty minutes.
The clock was ticking, but not fast enough for me. And the last ten minutes were agonizingly slow.
The wait was now over. When I pointed to the table, she looked horrified. So it was a no, and then she explained why.
“Twenty years ago, I would have been so eager to fuck, that I’d have got on it, or I might even have let you bend me over it so that you could take me from behind. Now that I’m older, I want some comfort. We’re going upstairs.”
When we got to the bedroom she was the first to act. Her arms were quickly around me in a tight embrace, and she was kissing me passionately on the mouth. It was a lot better than the occasional peck on the cheek that I’d had from her before!
Of course, I kissed her back, but at the same time my hands went for her tits and pussy. As I roughly groped her little breast, my other hand was trying to get into her tight panties. It wasn’t easy, but I managed it.
She gasped when my fingers went inside her. Now her hand was between us, trying to unzip me.
“I need your cock.”
So she wanted to skip the foreplay and go straight to fucking. I was up for that.
She’d only managed to get the zip halfway down, so I took over. While I was taking my cock out she removed her panties.
Sometime in the future, when I’m a lot older than I am now, I might struggle to maintain an erection. However, today wasn’t a problem. My manhood was in its prime. It was rock-hard, and it would stay like that for as long as it needed to.
I suddenly pushed her onto the bed. That surprised her, but it also amused her, because she giggled. And that excited me. When, after pulling her skirt up, she opened her legs, I knew that she was ready.
My cock was now at her opening, and then it was entering her. For the first time with her Daughter, I’d had to push hard to get it in, but not for her. It easily slid into her very wet pussy. I didn’t stop until I was fully in her. I then looked up at her. She was smiling.
She was my Mother-in-law, I needed to treat her with respect, so my first stroke was gentle. As was my second.
“I need more than just that.”
The next one made her gasp, but surprisingly, it still wasn’t good enough for her.
“Harder.”
That’s what she got, and, as an added bonus, while I was doing it, I pushed her legs high up so that I could go deeper into her.
Shouting out, “Fuck,” as loud as she could, was her response to that. That made me smile.
The next ones weren’t as brutal as that one had been, but they must be what she wanted, because she wasn’t complaining. And what she was doing was being vocal. At the end of every stroke she was moaning.
This was good for me as well. Lydia had the better pussy, because she was only twenty six, but not by much. Even now, before we’d finished, I was looking forward to our next fuck. For that one, she was going to be on all fours, with me taking her hard from behind!
I wanted this to go on for hours, but of course, that was never going to happen. However, we did get close to ten minutes before it was ending.
She’d been teetering on the edge for a while, but I got there first. When I started to spurt into her, I grunted. I counted five of them. That wasn’t bad, but seven was my record.
“What about me?”
I was horrified. My poor Mother-in-law, I’d forgotten about her. I was slumped on her after enjoying a nice climax, and she was still waiting for hers.
I was now frantically rubbing her clit, and thankfully, it wasn’t long before she reached it as well. My carelessness could have spoilt it for her, but I was lucky, because it didn’t. When I watched it surge through her body I was relieved to see that it was a big one. And when it had finished, her dazzling smile told me that it had satisfied her.
We cuddled for ten minutes. I would have liked it to be for longer, but I had work to do.
“Sometime today we need to talk, preferably before Lydia gets home.”
She was right, and after lunch we did.
I wanted her to live with us permanently, so that we could fuck every other day. But that was silly. What we decided to do was something that was more sensible. Once a month, here or at her place, we’d get together for some illicit sex. However, while she was still staying with us, we were going to make the most of it!
When it was time for her to leave, I was relieved. I’d found out that satisfying two women in such a short time, was hard work.
Ten days after she’d left, she published another story. And it wasn’t what I’d been expecting from her. It wasn’t chapter two of, ‘A tender love story’. However, it was still a Mother-in-law and Son-in-law taboo story.
This time they were Rowan and Helen, doing exactly what we’d done. It was the story of our time together. If Lydia reads it then we’re in trouble!
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