"Anna, please, be reasonable..."
"Connor, I can't leave her alone! She is my mother and she needs my help..."
My dear wife Anna is 30 years old and works full time in the nearby hospital as an ophthalmologist.
I am 32 and work in the same hospital as a nurse in the orthopedic department.
We started going out together 3 years ago. Her brother was my friend and he introduced us. I fell in love with her from first sight. She was a pretty girl with big eyes, broad smile, long dark hair and a body of Venus. On our first date we found out that we both liked the same authors, action movies and similar jokes.
We kept our relationship secret for awhile, because we weren't sure how serious it was and we didn't want to be the subject of wild gossip in the hospital.
The evening I met her parents started very pleasantly.
The father, Jerome, was a factory supervisor. The mother, Blanche, was a pretty homemaker, that looked like a slightly older version of Anna.
They were nice and polite until during the discussion my profession came up.
The mom seemed to change her attitude quite fast. She didn't say it outright, but it was clear that her daughter, the doctor, should not date an inferior man who's ONLY a nurse...
In spite of her mother's objections, we continued dating and were happy together.
Two months later I proposed to Anna. She was thrilled.
Her father said that the only thing he cared about was to see his daughter happy. If she was absolutely sure about her choice, he'd be happy for her.
However, the b*i*h mother was adamantly against it, saying that a smart, gorgeous MD should marry 'a guy who's at a higher professional level'...
During the wedding ceremony Blanche was as cold as ice in my presence and even refused to participate in photos that I was in.
Later on, whatever I tried to do to appease her was futile.
After a year of giving it my best, I gave up and tried to avoid her as much as I could.
About a year ago Anna's father was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer.
A combination therapy that included radiation and chemotherapy seemed to work in the beginning, but 2 months later he deteriorated again. He died few months later.
It turned out that Anna's parents saved less money than what Blanche needed.
To make it worse, Blanche fell into depression. She stopped caring about the house chores, her clothes and looks. She stayed at home for days at a time.
Anna was worried, "Connor, I know how you feel about mom, but I cannot desert her at time like that! If something bad happens to her, I'll never forgive myself... Please honey, let us bring her here... Do it for me... PLEASE!..."
What can I say...
I tried to reason with Anna, "She hates me and will never be happy here with me around..." But Anna begged and cried and didn't let go.
I gave in a week later declaring, "But you tell her, that she better behave extra nice after being such a jerk to me for years!"
"Of course darling. I am sure that she'll change."
Several days later Anna brought her mother to our house.
It was clear that my wife worked hard to make Blanche ready for moving in - She was now dressed nicely again.
With her head down Blanche mumbled, "Connor, thank you for allowing me to stay with you two..."
I wasn't so sure how deep was the change in Blanche personality...
I blurted, "You welcome."
The first few days blanche and I spoke only when Anna was around.
We tried to avoid each other.
We live in a one story house with 3 bedrooms. A bedroom for Anna and me, another smaller one for Blanche and the third one as an office or work space with a computer in it. Blanche bedroom was situated 15 feet from ours with the only bathroom in between them.
Anna's daily schedule was simple. Every morning she went to the hospital. Depending on the number of patients she saw, Anna was back at home between 3 and 5 pm.
My schedule was different. Some days I was assigned to work the morning shift and others I was there for the evenings shift. Rarely I did the night shift.
Blanche stayed at home most of the time and occasionally went out with Anna to do shopping or other errands.
In the first 2 weeks no real conflicts arose, but there was some tension in the air.
I wasn't sure how to deal with the new situation and felt trapped.
Then one evening I couldn't take it anymore.
I talked to Anna in bed, "Honey, your mom lives with us and I agreed to help her feel at home, but I want to feel at home too..."
She looked at me, "What are you trying to say?"
"Don't tell me that not having sex for 2 full weeks didn't bother you! I know you better. Before your mother showed up, your hands were all over my body the minute I entered our bed..."
She hesitated, "Connor, yes... you are right, but I am not sure yet... I miss your hot body a lot. The other night I dreamt about your dick teasing me and not penetrating, making me beg you to let me cum. I woke up sweaty and very horny. You were asleep. I masturbated in bed until I orgasmed. It wasn't very fulfilling... I think we can do it. I'll try to be as quiet as I can, but you know that when I lose control, I may be very loud, so try any way you can to muffle my noises..."
I smirked, "Yes dear. I know some ways to make you less vocal. Of course I'll try to do it with kisses, but from experience, nothing is as effective as filling your mouth with something big, if you know what I mean..."
Anna chortled, "Darling, I love sucking you! Knowing that my lips and mouth control your pace and arousal is a fantastic feeling!... If I remember correctly, every time I blew you to completion, I climaxed at the same time too... In retrospect, I came whether you made me swallow your cum or not..."
"Anna dear, look at what your dirty talk did to me..." I lifted the blanket and my erect cock jolted upward.
She moved closer and caressed my prick lovingly, "Hey monster, greetings to you as well."
Anna bent down and wrapped her soft lips around the mushroomed head, reintroducing her warm mouth to my ready pole, that was neglected for many days...
Soon we were both fully naked, with Anna's experienced mouth sucking me like there was no tomorrow! My hands tweaked her perky tits and pinched the hard buds.
After 'fasting' for so long, both of us became too horny much quicker than usual.
Don't take me wrong, I love cumming in Anna's accepting throat, but now I wished to drown her cunt with my juices.
I turned her around and with little fanfare shoved my stiff cock deep inside her sweet pussy.
She began moaning.
I started thrusting in and out, gradually increasing both speed and force.
Anna's moans turned into louder groans.
I didn't have much time to do something about it...
All of a sudden her body convulsed once and then a series of shivering accompanied by loud cries became a reality...
I hurried to French kiss her, blocking her noises the best I could.
Seconds later I erupted inside her moist vagina, damping a ton of semen...
When we both calmed down Anna whispered, "Did I make too much noise?"
I smiled, "Not more than usual... I know that if your mother heard us, at least she didn't think that I was killing you, otherwise she'd be here in a jiffy... Anything else she may have thought, well, that's OK with me... You still have the marriage license stored somewhere, don't you?!..."
"Yes I do! And the only option you'll ever have to divorce me will be when you lose your current stamina..."
We both laughed.
Fifteen minutes later we were asleep.
The next day I was on the evening shift.
Anna was already gone when I woke up.
I was still sleepy and moved like a zombie to the bathroom.
