I’ve always loved my wife but she’s a bit of a prude. I met her in high school and back then her innocence was sweet. It was a turn on too because she was willing to be taught. Yeah, I taught Stacy everything from how to move her hips when I was buried inside her to how to move her tongue when she gave me a blowjob. After our son grew up and left for college, Stacy turned to religion. I think she was bored and needed something to occupy her time.
So then, she found everything about sex dirty. Of course, she’d still do what she termed her “duty” but no more blowjobs and definitely no other position but missionary. In fact, no matter what I tried, I could never get her to cum. She said women weren’t meant to enjoy sex and she didn’t want to go against God. Needless to say, it wasn’t really worth the effort anymore when she wasn’t even wet enough to make it feel good. Most of the time, I came in my own hand instead of in my wife. She seemed grateful. I was miserable.
Every Christmas, our son, Jeff, comes home for college and Stacy’s parents stay with us while he’s home for a month. Stacy’s parents, Gwen and Dan, don’t come up to New Jersey from Florida very often. Even though the house is full, it’s great to have everyone around. I had no idea this particular Christmas would turn out so very good.
My son and my father in law enjoy golf, but I never really got into it. The spent a lot of time discussing it and going to indoor ranges while they were in New Jersey. Stacy went to church often, because of the holiday festivities, and she would also shop often. I’d find myself alone with Stacy’s mother, Gwen. She never enjoyed shopping because she’s a bit overweight and walking wears her out easily. She’s a great woman, though, filled with humor and always smiling.
Gwen actually carries most of her weight in her tits, though her hips are pretty wide too. Maybe my wife’s coldness in the bedroom was really making me horny as hell but when my mother in law came downstairs one morning in her nightgown, my dick got hard. I don’t know why I found her saggy tits a turn on but they were huge and I wanted to bury my face and dick in them. I also wanted to grab onto her hips, especially from behind, and plunge my rock-hard, nine-inch dick all the way inside her. I was almost breathless from those images as she moved around the kitchen.
Now, Gwen is not a prude about things like Stacy. In fact, when she tells some of her jokes, they’re downright crude and sometimes make me blush. No, Stacy does not get her obsession with pure thoughts from her mother. Still, though, I doubt Gwen would be opened to getting fucked by her own son in law.
Oh, but I wanted her. She tried to make conversations with me – we’ve always gotten along well – but all I could concentrate on were those tits of hers. They were mammoth and amazing. I wanted to see them. Bad. I had to excuse myself anyway when my erection became too painful. I actually almost blew my load inside my sweatpants when Gwen leaned over the table to reach for the salt. Shit, her tits ended near her bellybutton. Why did that make me want to grab them? I went to the bathroom and didn’t last long but the load was huge.
I knew the following days would be exactly the same from us being alone to her wearing her nightgown in the kitchen and me restraining myself from fucking her brainless. I could have left the house to avoid the whole situation but I was horny enough to see only one solution. I had to have her.
“Don sure does love his golf,” I said to her.
“Oh, he does. That’s all he every does anymore.”
And just like that, I had my advantage. “I hope he doesn’t ignore you.
“Oh, I spend a lot of time alone but he does have fun so . . .”
“If I were Dan, I’d never want to leave your bed.”
She looked up from her breakfast. “Mike, you don’t have to say things like that to me.”
“I know that,” I said, my eyes locked on hers. “But it’s true. You’re an amazingly sexy woman, Gwen.”
Now, she said, “You shouldn’t say things like that to me, Mike.”
I got up from my chair and stood right beside her. Her breathing was heavy and her eyes slowly moved to where I wanted them to focus. My dick, though covered in my sweatpants, was all but pointing at her. “So I shouldn’t tell you I want to fuck you?”
She gasped, her eyes glued to my dick. “Mike…”
The phone rang before either one of us could make the next move. When I finally got the annoying salesperson off the phone, Gwen was no longer in the kitchen. I jerked off right there and after I cleaned myself up, I figured I’d leave her alone. Tomorrow was a new day after all.
The next morning, Gwen said, “Mike, we need to talk about what you happened yesterday. You don’t need to feel sorry for me. You don’t need to say those things.
I sat across from her calmly. “You’re right, Gwen. What I need to do if fuck you.”
She stood and went to the sink, her breathing heavy. She was struggling with herself, I could tell. I went to her, pressed my erection into her ass and she moaned, leaning against me slightly. “I love my husband,” she said in a whisper. “I don’t want to hurt him or Stacy.”
I put my hands on her hips and squeezed. I was near heaven. “Me neither,” I told her. “But I have to have you. Now.”
“Oh, Mike.” She pushed back against me harder and I had to grit my teeth from the pleasure.
