Mom-in-Law

My name is Brian, I'm 34 and married to a wonderful woman Angela, now going on 14 years. Angela and I met when we all of 13 years of age. I had a crush on her all through junior high and high school. A pretty gal, beautiful body, quite a package at 5 feet tall 110 pounds with "D" cup assets. Even though I carried a crush for her, we didn't date until 19 years of age after having bumped into each other at a nightclub. We hit it off immediately and in a big way. In no time I had her knocked up. We got married having three kids, two girls and a boy.

Angela's father never cared for me and made it very much known. I still to this day don't know why and no longer give a shit. Angela has said that he doesn't feel I'm good enough for her, yet I make more in three months than he makes in a year. I believe, if anything, that I being much more successful than he, is what pisses him off most.

Her mother Shelley, has always been fond of me. She's very free with me and others. I've had her walk completely nude in front of me after having a bath, her not batting an eye. She once had a half hour convo with me in her kitchen, her buck naked pouring herself a glass of red before heading back to her room to dress. She's a laugh riot and a flirt. She did a pose and asked if I liked. Who wouldn't?!

Its almost common place for her to skinny dip in our pool in front of the kids and all who happen to be there, our neighbours included. But that's her. And why wouldn't she be that comfortable, she is every bit as beautiful as her daughter and more so, and a blast to be around. Even though she's a flirt and free with her body, we all knew she and my father in law were very tight. Very happy. Or were they?

Well two years ago my mother in law called me. This was very unusual since most if not all correspondence between us was through or with her daughter Angela. She said she needed a man's opinion, advice and that she didn't want it getting back to her daughter. I assured her that it wouldn't. I thought, this must be hugely important. She went on to say that since her husband, my father in law had his cancerous prostate removed, he was blaming her for his not being able to achieve an erection. This was strange behaviour when its common knowledge that the operation leaves men impotent.

I said as much and she concurred. She said he was told that very thing by his doctor and surgeon, so what is this about? She said she didn't know but she was to blame in his eyes. Pure nonsense. I said how unfair that appeared to be and perhaps he feels insecure. She said that all she knows is he is unwilling to have any intimacy whatsoever. "I have needs Brain" she said. "He won't even touch me" adding, "I want to be held, touched."

This was the first time I had had such an intimate conversation with her and as it went on, it felt more intimate than having light conversation with her magnificence in the buff. I said, "Shelley, does he not know that there are other ways to bring pleasure to a woman? Oral pleasure for one?" She started to cry. She told me that even though he has satisfied her orally in the past, it isn't something he ever cared to do and as such, she never pushed the point. As she put it, "He has always been a bit of a prude when it comes to sex. Strictly missionary." Oh wow! I being one who loves eating poontang, could not imagine not wanting to do such a beautiful act to such a beautiful woman. I told her as much adding, its what I enjoy most about love making. She then said, "Yes.. Angela has made me aware of that. She's a very lucky girl."

A week or so went by, I was going over our conversation in my head. It was a constant loop. I was in my mother in law's neighborhood and popped in to say hello and see how she was doing. As it was Shelley was home and Doug was out golfing. I asked how she was with her simply breaking down and crying. I held her. She said, "Brian, I'm afraid our relationship is in jeopardy." She went on saying she asked him to cuddle, he refused, actually physically pushed her away. She pressed the issue telling him she needed affection, that she didn't care if he wasn't able to have an erection that there were toys, his hands and mouth. He blew up, stormed out, calling her of all things, a slut.

She was beside herself. I held her tight to my body, her face buried in my chest. She looked up at me, our eyes met and we kissed. Not by any means a mother-in-law, son-in-law kiss but rather a very deep, passionate affair with her tongue meeting mine. She was obviously love starved. I held her face in my hands her fingers running through my hair. She quickly undid my shirt, she buried her face into my hairy chest biting and sucking on my nipples. "Brian, please" is all she said.

My cock went as hard as a rock, her hands now undoing my pants releasing my love lizard from its cage. She had me in her hands dropping to her knees as she slipped all of my manhood into her mouth balls deep. I stopped her, she looked up at me, "Please Brian, make love to me!" I helped her up took her by the hand and lead her into her bedroom. She quickly stripped nude, her body beautiful.

I laid her down on the edge of the bed, I on my knees between her thighs eating her wonderful wet pussy. She was ever so reactive. Her scent was wonderfully female, strong and I loved that. Unlike her daughter who has always shaved her vajayjay, Shelley's garden was thick with bush. All natural and I loved it! She held my head in her hands hard, soft moans growing in volume as her dance on my tongue was growing more intense. Suddenly without warning she pulled my face hard into her pussy as she erupted in orgasm. It was very intense, very strong the after shocks of which were such a turn on to witness.

What a woman.

I gave her a minute or three before moving up and over her body. She was relaxed spreading her thighs, inviting me in as I sank my mast into her welcoming open vulva. She let out a loud almost primal moan. I moved slowly and deliberately in and out of her love puddle. Her breath heavy, her moans growing. It wasn't but 5 minutes later she again reached a climax of an epic order.

She asked that I roll over and lay on my back. She kissed my chest, working her kisses and tender bites down my stomach and finally placing my hardness in her mouth. My Christ this woman was special. Far more sexual, more passionate than her daughter ever was. She kept kissing and sucking on my staff, moving to my balls and taint.

Everytime my dick began to pulse with the threat of ejaculating, she would take things back to my testicles, taint and thighs. "Shelley, please, let me cum." And so she did. She took all of my six stiff inches in her mouth as I ejaculated down her throat. I had a momentary thought as to how upsetting it must be for my father in law to no longer experiencing this woman. Unlike many women who will give you oral, they often times don't enjoy it and most often won't let you go to completion. Not her. She loved it.

She gave me a minute or two to recover and then straddled my face. Her hands, on the wall for balance, her larger than average clit just falling in my mouth. I sucked gently, her response immediate. Her ample bosom quaking, jiggling as she threw her head back placing her full weight down and on my face. She was gushing, squirting as she grinded her cunt on my face to another orgasm. It was painful for me but worth the pain. She collapsed over to my side. I had never experienced a woman so orgasmic, a woman so quick to cum. I loved it.

She held me tight and began crying, as she put it, a happy cry. "My God Brian, I so needed this!" She thanked me over and over again assuring me that her daughter Angela would never know. We laid there together for an hour, talking, kissing, fondling. It wasn't long before we were once again into a very passionate love making session. We fucked hard and long that afternoon, the two of us behaving like nothing else in the world mattered.

But of course it did.

We took a shower together to remove any and all evidence of our actions. It only served to have us back on the bed soaking wet fucking like love starved bunnies. We laughed at this as we made love. I parted without a shower and with a promise of more, much more.

Her and I have been lovers on the sly for over a year and a half now. We know its wrong but when something is this good, how or why would you let it stop? It is what it is until it isn't. If our partners found out and left us, we both could see us being a couple. She had her daughter very young, sixteen to be exact, so our age difference is not too great. Having said that, neither of us want to be found out.

We just want to enjoy.