At breakfast, Jane told her husband John, "Mom needs to stay here for a month so that the upgrades to her new house can be done. It was supposed to have been done before she took possession, but some dummy screwed up the dates. I took the liberty of inviting her to stay here for the month, I hope you don't mind."
John smiled, his wife had given him a premium good morning fuck, he thought she'd been buttering him up.
"Not at all baby, your Mom is welcome anytime."
Jane smiled back, and said, "A lot of guys hate being around the mother-in-law, but not you. So nice that you and her can get along so well."
John was looking forward to it, Dianne Conners, his mother-in-law, was 48 years old, and her face is a peaches and cream complexion, smooth, unblemished, when Jane and her are standing together, it would be easy to mistake her Mom for a slightly older sister, even though Jane is only 23. Dianne's zaftig body is like a work of art. Not fat, or out of shape, but full-figured, with the curvy, voluptuous shape that gets him the most. Her melons were enormous, looked to be 40 inches, and they stood up full and firm. John had gotten a good look at her a few months ago when they picked her up and went to the beach.
Dianne stripped off her clothes and uncovered a white bikini that made John's cock take serious notice. Those glorious melons filled out the top, and with her bikini bottoms scooping down so close to her pubic region, he wondered what kind of bush she was sporting. Or was she shaved bare and smooth, it looked like she could be.
When she turned her backside to John, oh fuck, the way her bottoms made that awesome cleave right up between her cheeks, made him rock hard. John thanked goodness that he was not wearing anything less than fairly loose board shorts, so his cock could grow unrestricted, without it being visible. He had a feeling that she knew what she was doing to his cock, he saw a naughty glimmer in her eyes, she'd smile at him as she displayed her body, and it seemed that she made sure to give him lots of time to feast his eyes on her awesome form.
With that kind of eye candy to feast on, it made John think of the road warning signs, SLOW, CURVES AHEAD. If he was lucky enough to be between those curves, he would take his time.
After a couple of hours, they took Dianne home. On the way back to their house, Jane told John to take the road that leads down to the river, it's a nice, secluded spot, she had something for him.
When John stopped the car, Jane purred, "I am so horny baby, I need to suck that sexy cock of yours."
His cock was still hard from eyeing Dianne's charms, and when Jane stripped off her sundress, the sight of her hot body, he was more than ready. Jane's russet color hair hung to the middle of her back, her light gray eyes were shiny with lust. She didn't have her Mom's big tits, but her 34D's never failed to get him going. The dark pink nipples were stiffly erect, and the sight of her bare, smoothly waxed mound, damn, so sexy.
Jane led John down to the riverbank, she smiled, and turned to him, her hands reaching in, and letting out a purr of pleasure as she found what she was seeking. His shorts hit the ground, and Jane was on her knees, like an eager subservient little cocksucking wife, eager to suck him in.
Just before she took him in, she purred, "I'm gonna stroke my horny little cunt while I suck you, sweetheart."
Having the hot vision of Dianne still fresh in his mind kicked off a fantasy, and as Jane nursed at his prick, he imagined Dianne standing a few steps back and to Jane's right, wearing that awesome bikini. She reached behind herself, tugging at where her top is tied up. It loosens, and she is ready to pull it off.
Dianne purrs, "Look at my tits."
She hooks her fingers through the top straps and slides them off and away. Her big milk jugs are free, holy fuck, big succulent mounds of tit flesh. She grinned, cupped her tits, caressing her nipples, mouthing "suck my tits" and then shook them at John. He imagined himself sucking and nipping those giant melons. In real life, his cock was fully extended, Jane's hot mouth working him over. He could feel the vibrations of her purrs of pleasure, as she stroked her pussy in time with her mouth riding his pole.
In his fantasy, Dianne purrs, "Time to show you everything, look at my snatch."