We just got back from a holiday trip. My wife's family lives on the east coast. We live a country away, on the west coast. This is normally fine. My own family is a comfortable distance away, so we don't have to spend a lot of time with either of our in-laws.
Still, since we had been married a couple of years and I had yet to meet her parents, I felt compelled to take this trip between Christmas and the New Year. I have two stepdaughters. I had met the older one and the younger one lived with us while she finished high school. She and I became very close but there had been no "inappropriate behavior" between us, even though I had the feeling that my fantasies were somewhat mutual. Billie is shaped like her mom, nicely rounded. Jan, her sister, is almost too thin. Sherry says she is a replica of what she looked like at Jan's age. I've seen pictures and she is right.
We got off the plane in Baltimore and took the shuttle to the car rental lot. After an hour's drive, we pulled into the driveway of a nice little home. Sherry's parents came out to meet us, despite the chilly air. Her mother is an older version of my wife. If this is what I can look forward to Sherry looking like, I thought, it will be fine. They are short women and plump, but not obese. I've always liked a little more meat on my women than most men.
Alice, my mother-in-law, is a little heftier than Sherry, but still attractive at 67. I was not surprised to find myself being hugged by Alice. What surprised me were the nipples that hardened against my chest as she accompanied the hug with a kiss on the cheek. We got our luggage into the house and down the hall to Sherry's old room.
In the living room with a drink, Sherry answered all the usual questions about the trip while I adjusted. I really dislike staying with other people, even my family. I have developed my own routines and it's disconcerting to have them interrupted. Still, being a dutiful husband, I tried my best.
We all stayed up late -- until about midnight, which was three hours earlier to our internal clocks -- and the parents went to bed. Sherry and I had one more drink as we looked through her memorabilia for another hour.
When we did go to bed, it was a special thrill for her to have me fuck her in the same bed where she lost her virginity years before. The best part for me, though, was when I turned her over and tongued her asshole under her parents' roof. Even more exciting was when I pulled her hips up and slid my hard, slippery cock into her butt. We cleaned up and drifted off to sleep.
I awoke in the night with a terrific thirst. I slipped into the robe hanging in the closet. It was one of Sherry's old ones, but it was sort of a unisex terry cloth number. The belt was missing, but I walked through the dark house to the kitchen holding the robe closed. "Not a creature was stirring, etc., etc." At least that was what I thought.
In the kitchen, I turned on the dim light over the stove and opened cabinets until I located a glass. Since there was nobody else around, I wasn't too concerned about my partial nudity. I had just tipped up the second glass of cold water when I heard a noise behind me. I turned around to find Alice standing in the doorway.
She smiled and came into the room. Her eyes drifted down and I remembered the missing belt. Her smile told me she wasn't offended, however. I discreetly pulled the sides of the robe closed and felt my face heat up. She, however, just smiled at me and got her own glass for a drink.
"Don't be embarrassed Jerry," she said as she drew her water. "I've seen my share of naked men before. It's been a while though."
I thanked her nervously but still held the robe closed. We sat at the kitchen table and made a little small talk. As we sat there, I noticed for the first time that she was wearing a much thinner robe than the one I wore. It wasn't sheer, but it was clear that she was as nude as I was underneath. She had a belt for her robe, but it was designed to show a fair amount of cleavage even when it was tied closed. For a woman her age, Alice's breasts stood surprisingly high. I wondered if she had had work done on them. I was surprised to feel my dick twitch as I glanced at the open vee of her robe. Then I realized that the gap in our ages was only slightly more than that between her daughter's and me. I looked at her again with a new appreciation.
I finished my water and rose to put the glass on the counter. Alice came over behind me to put hers beside mine. As she leaned forward beside me, her robe opened a little more and I got a view of her left breast. Her nipple was hard. She put her hand on my back for balance, just where it met my ass. My dick was definitely responding by then and I wanted to beat a hasty retreat. She had to hug me goodnight again, though, and she kind of chuckled when she felt my growing erection. She pushed her hips against it and said in a quiet voice, "Thanks for that. Sherry said you were a great lover. With equipment like this, I can see why." My face burned in embarrassment, but she just turned and swayed her way back down the hall to her room. My dick just got harder.
Back in our room, I spooned up against Sherry's sleeping form, burying my cock between her butt cheeks. She grumbled, but didn't wake up. We had cleaned up after our sex, but there was still a little slickness between her cheeks from the lube I'd used for her ass. I gently slid my cock up and down between her fleshy cheeks and thought about Alice. When I felt my orgasm, I pushed the tip of my cock down between Sherry's thighs and came right in her crotch. Maybe it was a dirty trick, but it felt great. Besides, I knew that Sherry wouldn't mind waking up with a sticky crotch.
In the morning I was the first one up. Ben, Sherry's dad had explained to me where the coffee and filters were, so I made the coffee. I'd worked my way through most of the pot by the time he made his appearance. We chatted a while until Alice made her appearance. She was wearing the same robe as during the night (I had opted for some sweat pants and a tee-shirt). In the morning light I could see that it really was thin. Still, as she moved around making some scrambled eggs, I could still se that she was naked beneath it.
I went and roused my wife just before the plates hit the table. She grumbled, but got up. We ate and adjourned to the living room. After a half hour or so, Sherry told me I could take a shower if I wanted to. I did, especially since I was wearing the residue of my masturbation during the night.
I was under the steamy spray when the door opened and Sherry joined me in the shower. We played around a while before she said, "I noticed that I must have "leaked" a lot during the night. Or is there something you want to tell me?"
