For those who believe that incest is only with a blood relative, you are wrong. Incest is any sexual activity between close family members. The meaning of incest varies widely, because different cultures have differing notions of "sexual activity" and "close family member". Some cultures consider incest when you have sexual relations with only those related by birth, while others include those related by adoption or marriage, such as we do in America. Some prohibit sexual relations between people who grew up in the same household while others prohibit sexual relations between people who grew up in related households.
Now, that I had to waste time explaining the obvious, hopefully, those "nitwits" who continue to give me zero scores with mean, nasty, negative, and cowardly anonymous comments, because they are jealous that they are unable to write their own story, will go away or more than likely will stay to harass me (lol). Who cares? It's just a story unfortunately you are still a "nitwit".
Ruth's story is the continuation of the story that posted last week, Escalator Stripped My Mother-in-law Naked.
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I picked Ruth, my mother-in-law Doris's sister, up at the airport. Actually, she told me that she would be waiting for me in the airport lounge, as I told her that I would not be able to pick her up until after I got out of work. She only had to wait about an hour for me. I figured a good part of that waiting time would be time spent retrieving her baggage. Yet, as it turned out, the baggage captain not only personally retrieved Ruth's bags for her before the baggage carousel was even loaded but, also, refused a tip.
"My tip, Miss, was being able to help a beautiful woman. You made my day," he said ogling her tits. Ruth later relayed this story to me in the car on the ride home from the airport.
"People are so friendly here," she said. Yeah, only to someone who looks like you, I thought.
Receiving celebrity treatment, Ruth was off the plane and away before the other passengers even got their land-legs back. And if not, had it not been for the personal attention received from the baggage captain, if she was half the hottie and half the slut that Doris told me she was, she should have no problem finding a guy to buy her a drink and keep her occupied until I arrived.
All day, I thought of nothing else but Ruth. Such an odd name to label someone so hot, it was an old name much like that of Edna or Martha or Rose. Then, I thought of the candy Baby Ruth and laughed that this family is as just chock full of nuts as the candy bar, including me. Never would I tell my friends or relatives or neighbors that I was having sex with my mother-in-law and, now, potentially with her baby sister, Ruth. Boston is still immersed in a Puritanical society and most of my contemporaries, even if they had deep, dark thoughts about screwing their mothers-in-law, would never act upon their wanton desires for fear of ruining their reputations and their social standing within the community.
Yet, the photo of Ruth in that bikini burned such a permanent and lustful impression in my mind that I saw her bikini clad body everywhere I looked. I could not get her cleavage and her big tits out of my mind. Boy, big tits ran in that family, except, of course, not in the case of my wife. My wife must have taken after her father. I laughed to myself. And I, definitely, a tit man, the bigger the better, suddenly questioned the attraction that I had for Cynthia, my wife. Why I married my wife with her puny tits, I'll never know. Sure, tits do not make the woman; they are only tits after all and, yes, there are always implants. I laughed to myself, again, thinking of Cynthia suddenly walking around with boobs, big boobs, enormous boobs, size double G boobs.
"Freddie, help me! I fell over and can't get up."
"What is it, Cynthia, did the weight of your big boobs topple you over, again?"
Thinking absurd and ridiculous thoughts, my mind wandered as I drove to the airport and I wondered how I could be so attracted to my wife's aunt when I have not even met her. For that matter, how could I be banging my wife's mother? Here I am banging my wife's relatives and I am not even banging my wife. WTF! Whenever I thought of banging Doris and thought of the ramifications if my wife was to find out that I was having sex, hot sex, with her mother, I was sick to my stomach. Yet, as soon as I thought of the repercussions of my dastardly deeds and incestuous actions, my penis took control of my brain and visions of Doris's hot body, her big tits with eraser type nipples in my mouth, and my cock in her tight, wet pussy, and her wonderful blow jobs, oh, God, how I loved cumming in Doris's mouth, made me forget my wife.
"Cynthia? Who are you, again?"
"I'm your wife, you dirty bastard."
"Oh, yeah, I thought you looked familiar."
It was sometimes hard for me to wrap my mind around the fact that my wife's mother was better in bed than my wife, who is 20 years younger than her mother and does not have as nice a body as does her mother. Then, when you add Ruth to the equation, oh, my God, I have just died and went to Heaven. I was trying to think, does Doris have another sister? Never mind, banging another sister of Doris's besides Ruth would kill me. I would surely have a sexual overload at that point but, oh, what a way to die.
I can see the mortician now getting my body ready for burial while talking to the funeral director.
"Look at this guy. He's dead, died of a heart attack from sexual overload and, still, he has an erection. And look at his face. How can I possibly remove that permanent smile from his kisser? What a lucky bastard he must have been to not only have been banging his mother-in-law but also her sister. Boy, I'll tell you, I have embalmed thousands of stiffs, but this guy gives new meaning to stiff. This is how I want to die when I die, with an erection and permanent smile on my face."
As if a beacon glowed over her illuminating her position to me, immediately, from a distance, I spotted Ruth clear across the passenger terminal area with her flaming red hair. She wore a silk, yellow mini dress and was surrounded by five men. Even though we had never met, I recognized her from the photo that Doris had of her in her bikini on her bureau. In that photo her tits overflowed her top. Definitely, she was a full C cup, and today, she had the Grand Canyon of proud cleavage showcasing her beautiful background scenery. Isn't it breathtaking when you see a nice pair of tits and they are not hidden away beneath a turtleneck sweater and a coat but are out in the open and prominently displayed for all of we perverted guys to admire? Whenever I was in Doris's bedroom, I stared at that photo of Ruth in her bikini and, now, here she is along with her tits, the woman of my dreams, in person. Oh, and did I write that she has really big tits?
She looked better and better as I walked closer and closer. She was so damn pretty and she had the body of a Playboy Playmate with legs that made you glad you were a man. Had I not known Ruth was 43-years-old, I would have thought she was 35-years-old. Then, it occurred to me who it was she looked like. She looked like Jill St. John back in the day when Jill St. John made you drop your jaw and stroke your cock. For those who do not know who Jill St. John is Google the name siren and Jill St. John's photo will appear. Boy, did I ever spend time jerking off to photos of her in a bikini and, now, here is a carbon copy of her stamped with my reservation on her butt.
"Pardon me, but I have a reservation for this butt. This woman is taken. Please, all of you drooling men, step back and away from my Ruth, my Baby Ruth." Hmm, Baby Ruth does stimulate salivation. I love words, combinations of words or phrases that have a duel meaning.
Doris was a pretty woman but compared to Ruth, Doris was a dog. Ruth was so well put together that she looked like a woman who could have played in a James Bond movie. She had the hair, the makeup, the clothes, and the body, boy, did she have the body. She had the kind of body that made you cringe with delight whenever you were with her. Never had I seen, in person, a woman with a better body than she had.
