I don't know if this should be in interracial love, loving wives, group sex, mature, incest/taboo, or BDSM. There is some bit of all of those in this one. If any of that isn't your cup of tea, you may want to skip this one. I felt like expanding my horizons. Enjoy! - BH
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"Mike, my mom needs you to change her smoke detector batteries," my wife Holly told me.
It was the usual story. My monster-in-law needs something and I have to blow my Saturday morning to do it.
Holly's dad died when she was in high school and Jane never remarried. I don't think she ever dated anyone, at least it was never mentioned to me. It's surprising because if you can get past the battle-ax personality, she's an attractive woman.
"Fine," I grumbled.
She kissed my cheek and said, "I'll make it up to you later, baby."
She would too. I always got a blowjob after helping her mom with something. My wife, while not being submissive to her mother, felt powerless to say no to her, even at almost forty.
It caused some issues in our relationship over the years, including my almost calling off the wedding when she wanted to control every aspect of the wedding down to my groomsmen's shoes. Shoes for Christ's sake. The woman was a control freak.
"I'll head over there now. I'd rather not ruin my whole day."
"Thanks, Mike. You're the best."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah."
She berated me so much, I initially thought that Jane was racist and my being black and Holly being white was the cause of her hatred for me. Holly assured me that she wasn't racist and she adores our twin girls with no outward signs of aversion to their skin color.
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I walked the three blocks to Jane's house in a fairly angry mood. I had to remind myself of the blowjob I'd be getting later, to help calm me.
Jane, my mother-in-law was standing on her porch when I got there.
"It's about time, Mike. You're going to make me late for my hair appointment."
Yeah, I noticed she didn't say hello to me too.
"Jane, it's going to take half an hour to do the batteries. You know that from the last several times."
"Yes, well get moving. Make sure to lock the door when you leave and don't make a mess."
"Oh, you're not staying?" My morning just brightened. I wouldn't have her snapping at me over every little thing from dirty ladder feet to not dusting the detectors.
"No. I told you I have a hair appointment. Start listening and you might learn something someday."
I turned and walked around the house to get the ladders. Yes, ladders. She has a vaulted ceiling in her great room that needs a very tall ladder. That ladder is too tall to fit in the bedrooms, for which I need a shorter ladder to reach the detectors. Whoever designed her house must've hated their son-in-law too.
It occurred to me that I'd never been in her house alone. I had been there with just my wife, but never alone. A wicked grin crossed my lips when I decided to snoop around.
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With all of the batteries changed, I put the ladders away and walked back into her bedroom. The first thing I did was open her nightstand drawer and I was shocked by what I found.
I wouldn't have been surprised to find a vibrator in there, it was the butt plugs and anal beads that shocked me.
Who knew she was kinky?
I thought.
Like mother, like daughter. My wife and I did just about everything. She was a very sexual woman.
I found an iPad in there and guessed correctly that the passcode was Holly's birthday. When the screen opened I was more shocked than before. PornHub was open and the scene was called: "White wife dominated by black bull."
"Holy shit!" I said out loud and sat on the bed shocked.
I looked at her history and found that every video she watched featured a black man or men and a white woman. My mother-in-law masturbated to black men. Of course, I immediately wondered if that was because of me. Did she want me? Nah, there's no way, I figured.
Then I opened a second tab which was on a pay-per-view site. Who pays for porn? The shit's free all over the place. Anyway, I was floored by what she watched on that site: "Mommy, Me and a Gangster."
Another holy shit moment for me. Not only did she watch interracial porn, but she also watched mother/daughter sharing interracial porn. I was stunned speechless.
I put everything back the way I found it and closed the drawer. I must've taken longer than I thought because I heard Jane return.
I quickly made sure everything was in its place and walked downstairs as calmly as I could.
"Oh! I didn't expect you still here. Is there a problem?" She sneered.
"No. I was just making sure I didn't leave a mess."
She walked away ignoring my answer and I said, "Bye, Jane. Your hair looks nice," as I walked out the door.
I couldn't wait to get home and tell Holly what I found. I wondered if she'd be mad at me for snooping as I did, but I'd risk it. What I found was just too damn good to keep a secret.
I saw the girls' car was gone and was glad. If my seventeen-year-olds were out, I might get my blowjob sooner rather than later.
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"Honey, I'm home," I shouted as I hurried through the door.
"Everything go okay?" She asked.
"Where are the girls?"
"Don't you remember? They went up to Mickie's parents' lake house. They're spending the night."
I smiled, pulled her into my hip, and planted a deep kiss on her lips.
"Mm, baby!" She purred breaking the kiss. Save that for later. I've got some chicken salad made for lunch.
"Okay," I said, "but I'm hitting that right after lunch." I smiled and she kissed me.
"You'd better be. We haven't had the house to ourselves in ages."
I slapped her ass as she jiggled into the kitchen. "Oh! You're never gonna believe what I found at your mom's."
"What's that?"
"Anal sex toys, and..."
"What! She shrieked. Did you go snooping around?"
She didn't look angry, but I knew I had to tread lightly.
"Yes, just a little."
She was about to say something when I held up my finger.
"Baby, she had porn on her tablet."
"Michael!" She gasped. "What the hell were you doing going into her tablet?"
"Baby, wait! It gets better."
She glared at me, waiting for me to continue.
"She had interracial porn up."
Her hand flew to her mouth in shock. "Get out?"
