All In The Family Ch 01

I got married at age 25 to Karen who was just barely 20 at the time. We had been living in Alexandria Virginia. Karen was a student at Catholic University in Washington and I was working for the government like so many others in the area. Her family was from Kennebunk Maine. We'd had a whirlwind courtship and engagement that spanned a mere four months before our intended marriage date. Karen came from a well to do family and I expect lots of resistance from them when we announced our marriage intentions. Though I had only met them by phone when Karen told her parents of her intentions they were very welcoming and set about put together a wedding for their daughter.

Karen's family had lived in Kennebunk since the 17th century but had none of the stuffiness that one would expect of bluebloods. They belonged to the Congregational Church and although considered themselves members were seldom in attendance. Karen had told me her father would do anything for her. I took that with several grains of salt but when her father enthusiastically congratulated us on our engagement I knew what she said was true.

We planned the wedding for mid-June. Karen had always wanted a June wedding. We traveled from the DC area to Maine the weekend prior to the wedding. Karen told me her parents house was large and they had a guest bedroom I could stay in.

"Why don't I stay with you in your room?" I asked kiddingly.

"My parents are pretty liberal but let's not push it." She retaliated.

"I was just kidding."

Karen is a beautiful strawberry blonde, five seven in height. She has these large green eyes that intoxicate you. She has the lithe body of a cross-country runner that she in fact is. When I first asked her out I thought she'd say no because I was a little out of shape and being built like a football play, which I had been in both high school and college, I thought it showed. Karen is very unpretentious and I quickly found that unlike so many of her peers she always looked for what was on the inside of a person. She did that so well that at times she'd remind me that I should be a little more understanding of people. Karen had hooked me from day one and this was a major reason why.

The trip from DC took almost 12 hours right up Interstate 95. I was on pins and needles the entire trip. Meeting Karen's parents a mere weeks prior to the wedding was intimidating. I had visions of her father growling at me as I shook his hand for the first time.

We pulled into the driveway of her parent's house a little after 9PM. The last bits of daylight were draining out of the sky. The house was a large colonial. Though I could see it sat on a large plot of land I didn't find out until later that they owned close to 50 acres of land.

In my mind I had us entering the house unnoticed and not having to go through the introductions until the next morning. I hadn't counted on the Jack Russell terrier alarm system bringing everyone out of the house before we were able to pull a single bag out of the car. The first one out was Karen's younger sister Leah, she was 16, who ran to Karen and kissed her. She was followed by her brother Mike or Mikey as Karen called him. Make was a year older than Karen.

"Hey squirt, it's about time you came home!" Mike said as he came up behind Leah. "You must be Peter." Mike said as he shook my hand.

"Peter, this is my sister Leah," Karen said.

"Please to meet you," Leah said shyly averting her eyes from mine as I shook her hand.

"Daddy!" Karen screamed. I turned around to see Karen jump into her father's arms and hug him. I wasn't at all prepared for her father's physical presence. He stood six five and weight close to three hundred pounds and he was in shape. Karen quickly grabbed her father's hand and pulled him over to me and said, "Daddy this is Peter."

Instead of the growl I had expected he greeted me with a very sincere, "It's good to finally meet you." And instead of the vice grip break my hand handshake I'd expected he shook my hand firmly and in a very friendly manner. "Let's get your stuff inside and get you settled." Her father said. "Mike, give a hand."

Mike and Karen's father carried virtually all our bags into the house. We entered through a side door that took us directly into the kitchen.

Karen's father called out as soon as we got into the house, "Marie, Peter's here!"

The words had no sooner escaped his mouth when a woman who I thought could have passed as Karen's twin came through the kitchen door. I held out my hand to shake her hand but she pushed passed it and gave me a very warm hug. Seeing her close up it was evident that Marie was much older than Karen but still a strikingly youthful looking and beautiful woman.

"Welcome to the family Peter," Marie said.

I thought I detected an accent but unlike the broad downeast accent I'd expect it sounded like a southern accent. "Well, I'm not a member of the family yet Mrs. Cooper," I replied.

"Please, call me Marie."

We all went into the living room where we spent the next couple of hours getting to know each other. Karen's brother for a while seemed to be taking me to task with lots of pointed questions. But after a while Marie told Mike to "hush" as he was being rude according to her. I brushed aside his comments and defended him saying I'd be the same way if a stranger were marrying my sister.

I stayed in the guest room that night. I was awakened to the sweet scent of bacon and coffee. I went downstairs immediately after showering and dressing and found Karen sitting at the island in the middle of the kitchen drinking coffee and talking with her mother. Marie was still in her nightclothes. She was wearing a loose fitting gown though sheer and flowing was not at all transparent.

"How do you like your eggs Peter?" Marie asked.

"Over easy."

"Do you like grits?"

Grits is a very popular southern hot cereal that I loved. I sat at the counter with Karen and ate my breakfast while Marie and Karen talked of their plans for the day. Karen was going with Becky, her best friend, and maid of honor, to be fit of her wedding gown. Her father and brother had already left. Her father was off to play a round of golf and Mike had gone to "parts unknown" simply saying he wouldn't be back before supper.

I was just finishing my breakfast when the outside door to the kitchen opened and in walked a stunningly beautiful woman.

"Hi Becky," Marie said welcoming her in. "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"I've eaten already Mrs. Cooper," Becky replied.

"Becky, this is my fiancée' Peter," Karen said as she stood up.

"Please to meet you," I said as I stood and shook her hand. Becky was a little taller than Karen, long auburn hair, large green eyes, and one of the most stunning figures I'd ever seen. I had all I could do to keep my eyes from fixing on her large breasts that were showing a lot of cleavage in the shirt she was wearing.

Almost as soon as she got there Becky and Karen left for their appointment with the dressmaker leaving me alone with Marie. She grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down on one of the stools on the opposite side of the island from me. We talked about where I went to college, my job in DC, where she went to college and how she had met her husband.

"Well, I must look a sight," Marie finally said, "I think I'll go upstairs and make myself beautiful." I had found out the night before that Marie had grown up in Savannah. Her beautiful southern accent was that of the sophisticated southern belle. I found it fascinating to listen to.

Not knowing quite what to do with myself I went back up to the bedroom and pulled out a novel I'd been reading, a murder mystery. My room was right next to the bathroom, which in a strange house had proven advantageous the night before. I heard Marie go in and turn on the shower. At that moment my mind went in an unexpected direction as I imagined her in the shower. I chastised myself for thinking that way about the mother of the woman I was engaged to.

It was a short while later I heard a loud crash come from the bathroom. I quickly got up and went out to the bathroom door and knocked. "Are you all right?"

"Yes," she replied then I heard a bit of a moan and she said, "no." I stood there paralyzed not knowing quite what to do or say. "Peter, would you be a dear and come in and help me up. I seem to have hurt my ankle badly and need a little help getting up."

I opened the door and wasn't prepared for what I found though I should have been. There on the floor lay Marie totally naked. I stopped in my tracks after taking a single step in the door and looked at her. As they say, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree and it was like looking at Karen although I could also see she had a fuller body with larger breasts. Still, if you didn't look closely you'd take her for being twenty years younger than her forty-four years.

"It's not polite to stare," Marie said, "now please hand me the towel behind you and help me up." I would have taken this as anger had she not been smiling. I handed her the towel she wanted and she wrapped it around herself. She held out her hand and as I tried to pull her up she winced so I let her settle back down. But then she grasped my hand a little more firmly and once again I helped her get up. As she stood straight up and was trying to adjust her weight and balance she again winced in pain and fell into me dropping her towel as she did so. Suddenly there I was holding my fiancée's naked mother in my arms. I blushed profusely. Her body felt firm, tight, in my arms and then suddenly I felt my penis swell. Unfortunately because of the way Marie was in my arms it pressed directly against her hip and I felt there was no way she could have missed it although I hoped she would.

As I bent down to pick up her towel for her I noticed her pussy was shaven clean. This did nothing to help return my penis to being flaccid of course and as I stood back up I could feel myself blushing even more profusely.

I was tongue-tied but fortunately Marie was not and for that matter seemed not the least bit embarrassed by the entire incident. Once she had dried herself off she put her arm around my shoulder and had me help her down the hall and into her bedroom.

As I turned to make a quick retreat she said, "Peter," and paused. I turned to look at her again. She smiled and said, "Thank you. You are quite the gentleman."

"I try," I said in response but as soon as those words had escaped my mouth she let go of her towel and once again stood naked in front of me. This time I knew she hadn't dropped the towel by accident. I felt hypnotized by the sight of her naked body. I could also feel my penis responding quickly to her.

"Do my breasts sag too much?" Marie asked as she put her hands beneath her breasts and lifted them. I could now see her breasts were much larger than Karen's and although they certainly did sag they were quite full.

"Um, no," I said sheepishly.

"Oh they do too but thank you anyway."

I felt the need to defend my position and said, "No, they're really nice."

There was a painful moment of silence where her eyes traveled from mine down my body. I felt certain that my jeans would cover up my discomfort however I saw Marie's smile turn into a grin.

"So you're turned on by your future mother-in-law?" Marie took a couple of steps towards me and stopped as I blushed profusely.

I was confused and said, "Your ankle?" as she had moved without a limp.

"Yes?" She teased the question back to me.

"You didn't?" I wanted to finish the thought with saying she had planned this encounter but dared not.

"What are you trying to say Peter?" There was a very devilish look on her face. "You don't think I planned this do you?" That devilish look quickly turned to one of innocence and all I could think was "damn she's good." I couldn't answer that question. I realized there was no right answer.

All sorts of thoughts began to ravage my mind most centering on my wondering if she was testing me and I felt certain that she was. I decided honesty was still the best route, took a step back and fumbled out the words, "Well, yeah, but, um . . ."

As if she had read my mind Marie said as she once again closed the distance between us, "Peter, take it easy, I'm not trying to trick you. I'm just delighted that you find an old lady attractive."

Once again I felt the need to disagree and said, "You're not an old lady."

Marie took one more step towards me which virtually closed the distance between us and brushed my cheek with her hand as she said, "You're sweet." Then she let her hand drop and placing her hand over my erection said, "Very sweet."

I couldn't believe she had touched my like that and said, "Mrs. Cooper," I saw her smile turn to a bit of disapproval, "I mean Marie, what are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" She asked slyly.

Well, I knew she wasn't trying to trick me at least but what else. Then I thought how this felt so much like the scene from the movie The Graduate. "I think you're trying to seduce me?" I did ask it as a question rather than making it a statement because I was truly unsure of myself.

Marie smiled, put her arm around me drawing me into her. She put her head next to mine and whispered in my ear, "Now why would you think that?" I could feel her hot breath on my ear.

"You're a married woman." I protested.

"Peter, I adore my husband, and my daughter too. Jack and I don't have much sex. He had a heart attack several years ago and his medication makes it impossible for him to get an erection most of the time. Even Viagra doesn't help much."

"But Marie, this is just wrong on so many levels." I felt myself regaining my composure, I thought, and decided to do what I thought was right and noble.

"Yes, it is." Marie said in a soft breathy voice again in my ear. Then she kissed me just belong my ear and put her hand on my ass and squeezed it. My resolve and composure disappeared just as fast as it had come on. Suddenly I wanted her. I could feel her full breasts pressing into me and the slight movement of her hips against mine.

"You are seducing me," I said hoping she'd suddenly realize the gravity of her actions and abandon them.

"Am I?" She asked with a grin on her face. "I should be insulted." She breathed into my ear and then lightly bit on my ear lobe.

My hands were still at my sides. I was trembling and felt weak kneed. I didn't know what to do but Marie quickly resolved that issue. I felt her hands working at my belt and the quickly she had my jeans undone and the fell to my ankles. He hand grasped my hardness and she whispered in my ear, "I see I've got your attention."

My mind ran between Karen and my feelings of guilt that I was allowing her mother to get the best of me. But I also had the strange feeling that if I didn't give in to Marie that she'd be angry with me and hold it against me in the coming years. I didn't know what to do so I did nothing.

Marie moved her hand deftly from outside my underpants to inside them and directly on my cock. As soon as she touched the tip of it I could feel the pre-cum as she smeared it over the head. Marie stayed there just briefly. She lifted her hands upward pushing up and under my shirt to my chest and then back down where she made short work of the buttons and push the shirt from me quickly. I felt she had total control over me now, a feeling I'd never had with any woman and a situation I had said would never happen and yet now I seemed to welcome.

Looking down at Marie as she moved over my body it seemed as if I were watching an erotic movie. She had placed both her hands flat against my chest while kissing my chest and teasing my nipples with her tongue. She deftly moved down my body. She put her hand under my balls and quickly took my cock in her mouth. I could feel my cock hit the back of her throat and then just as quickly she released it.

She looked up and me and said, "very nice." Then she put both her hands on my ass and pulled me forward once again taking me in her mouth. I could feel her tongue teasing the end of my cock and I hoped against hope that she only wanted to give me a blow job. Some how that didn't seem nearly as bad as having intercourse.

But she only went down on me for about fifteen or twenty seconds before releasing me again. She didn't release my ass and she slowly stood back up. The front of her body never lost contact with my body as she stood up and I felt her breasts pressing against me the whole time. I thought I was going to explode all over her simply from that but somehow didn't.

Marie kissed me on the lips her tongue pressing into my mouth. It was a long long wet kiss that even while we were in the middle of it I moaned. No woman had ever made me do this. She took my hand and led me over to the bed and then playfully pushed me down on it. But instead of getting on the bed herself she moved so her pussy was only inches from my face.

"Do you like my pussy?"

"What do you mean?" I asked not knowing what answer she was looking for.

She didn't answer. Instead she got on the bed and knelt over me so she was straddling my chest and once again her pussy was right in front of my face. Then in a very commanding voice she said, "Lick it!" She pressed forward so now her pussy was right as my lips. Her scent, though stronger than Karen's, was still quite nice and very intoxicating. I put my hands on her ass as my tongue found its way between the folds of her pussy. Her pussy tasted good.

Then again in a commanding voice she said, "Come on Peter, show me you really like my pussy!"

I wasn't sure what she meant so I started licking her faster and sucking more strongly on her clit.

"That's a boy. Show mommy how much you like her pussy." Again this was said in a very strong voice but I was very taken aback by her calling herself "mommy." Momentarily I though I should be offended by the remark instead I found myself incredibly turned on by it and went at her pussy with a wild abandon I didn't know I had. Marie had started moving her hips so her pussy pushed against my face and before I knew it I could hear her coming. Marie came in a way I had never experienced. She squirted. Her juices literally were running down my face as she came.

Then, before I thought she was done coming, she moved away from my face and looked me directly in the eyes. Without ever taking her eyes from mine she reached behind herself and grabbed onto my cock. Then she slowly lowered herself onto me. The feeling of the velvety walls of her pussy surrounding my cock had me thinking I'd explode almost immediately.

I must have moaned particularly loudly as she said, "Now don't you come too soon!" Then she reached beneath us and grabbing my balls squeezed them just hard enough to cause me a little pain and take the erotic edge off so I wouldn't come right then and there.

As she started to move up and down on my cock I said, "Shouldn't we have some protection?"

It sounded so sterile and inept. I immediately thought I'd killed the mood. But Marie was not deterred and said with a glint in her eyes, "Is there some reason we need to?"

"What if you get pregnant?" I blurted out.

Marie smiled and said in a reassuring voice, "I won't."

Marie continued to slowly move up and down on my cock never taking her eyes from mine. She had total control of me and she knew it. Even more, for someone who claimed he'd never give up control I had done exactly that, given it up to her entirely. I knew I'd do anything she say, anything she wanted.

Then she said it again, "Now fuck your mommy good. Show mommy how much you love her." She said it exactly the way you'd talk to a young boy.

"Do you like fucking mommy?" She asked.

I didn't respond right away as I was still unsure of my self and when she asked again I blurted out, "Oh yes mommy, I do like fucking you."