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Mother-in-law tricks son-in-law into having sex on Valentine's Day.
Valentine's Day was the first time I had sex with my mother-in-law, Camille. I admit, at the time, a way to get back at my wife, Susan, I was excited doing my mother-in-law, after she told me that my wife had been unfaithful to me. Brought up in a wholesome household, incest was forbidden, but I was lonely and my mother-in-law was there, available, willing, and ready. Besides, with my mother-in-law not a blood relative, sounding good to me, she told me that it was more taboo than incest.
Yet, at the time, it didn't matter if having sex with Camille was incest or just a taboo. I was horny. I was bored. I wanted to get even, after finding out that Susan had cheated on me not once, not twice, but numerous times. She had been having a long-term affair.
After having teased me, before seducing me, my mother-in-law caught me at a weak moment, when she told me about Susan's extramarital affair. I was crushed. I was devastated. I was ready for sexual comfort.
Now on the rebound, wanting to turn the tables on my wife to see how she liked me being unfaithful, just the thought of having sex with her mother was deliciously exciting and my perfect revenge. Then, as an unanticipated bonus, the actual sex that I had with my mother-in-law was much hotter than I had imagined. More sexual than her daughter, the woman was insatiable.
That first time with my mother-in-law, I ejaculated three times. She gave me the blowjob that I always hoped my wife, Susan, her daughter, would give me, one where she allowed me to cum in her mouth and one where she'd swallow. Only, my wife never allowed me to cum in her mouth. Not nearly the same, instead, she'd only allow me to cum on her tits. It took her mother, an older woman, to show me lustful love and to make me feel like a teenaged lover, instead of a neglected husband.
In my justification in having sex with my mother-in-law, a lot of guys fantasize about doing their mothers and mother-in-laws and, admittedly, I was never one of them, that is, until now. Going back to the days of the Roman Empire, insatiably depraved and feeling they had the right to seduce any female, because they were Gods, so many of the Roman Emperors had sex with their mothers. Only, they didn't stop there, they had sex with their sisters, too, along with any and every female relative that was within close proximity of them. A time before the Internet dating sites and pickup bars, before cars even, I imagine it was difficult for the Emperors to find suitable bedmates, while driving the rough countryside in their chariots, ergo the possible reason why they had sex with their relatives, since they were already there in the palace.
Homer's Greek tragedy, the Iliad, and his Greek comedy, the Odyssey, were filled with suggestive incestuous lust. Shakespeare's Hamlet overtly suggests Hamlet's incestuous lust for his mother, Gertrude. Oedipus Rex, the Oedipus complex, was in full bloom with Hamlet's impure thoughts in his forbidden love for his mother. The Achilles heel for all these mythical heroes and high profile characters in literature was the insanely incestuous and forbidden love they had for their mothers.
Franz Kafka's novella, Metamorphosis is filled with incestuous overtones. In the book of Genesis, even the Bible contains stories of incestuous lust. Falkner's The Sound and the Fury, for which he won a Nobel Prize in Literature in 1949, reveals his character, Quentin's idea of incest. Nearly all of the erotic literature of the Marquis De Sade was filled with as much incestuous references, as it was rape, torture, and debauchery, some of which he was imprisoned by his cousin, Louie XV, not only for his writings but also for his sexual escapades and erotic exploits. D. H. Lawrence's, The Rocking-Horse Winner and Edgar Allen Poe's, The Fall of the House of Usher have incestuous overtones. Incest, the forbidden lust and wanton desire, is the greatest taboo in literature.
According to some, a man born of incest will become Satan. Surrounded by incestuous lust from the time we are old enough to want to suckle our mother's nipple again, to discover that wanting to have sex with our maternal figures is more of a Freudian, male thing. Who would have figured that we'd all want to show our mothers and mother-in-laws how much better in bed we are than our fathers and father-in-laws? Granted, technically not incest, since my mother-in-law is not related by blood, but sex with my wife's mother is still considered a taboo. Knowing that throughout history and recorded in literature, nearly every guy wanted to have sex with their mothers, that revelation made me feel better about having had sex with my mother-in-law. Besides, I couldn't have gotten an erection if I wasn't sexually attracted to my mother-in-law that's for sure and, without a doubt, I was.
In the category of they could have been twins, a body double and a spitting image of her daughter, Susan and Camille did one of those Ivory soap mother and daughter commercials some years back and viewers wrote in that they couldn't tell one from the other. Genetically blessed, athletically inclined, like mother like daughter, always working out jogging and swimming, at fifty-something-years-old, my mother-in-law still had a smoking hot, hard body. She didn't look a day over forty and felt more like a 30-year-old.
I hate to admit it, but much more sexual than her daughter, maybe because she was just as neglected by her husband as I had been by my wife, she was a wildcat and a voracious lover in bed. On her knees begging for my cock, she couldn't get enough of my big, hard prick. Never have I been sucked and fucked as much. Never have I had such hot sex with Susan, as I've had with her mother, Camille.
"Oh, my God, Camille. I'm gonna cum...again."
