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The Mothers In My Life - 4
by Len (lenightowl@yahoo.co.uk)

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My first experience with the new mother in my life, my 
mother-in-law. (M-teen/F, cheat)

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PART 4

Throughout my teens I continued to enjoy a very active 
sex life with various girls and even had the 
incredible experience of fucking a mother and daughter 
(unfortunately not at the same time, and without the 
daughter's, or her father's, knowledge) and although 
my experience in my formative years made me attracted 
to older women, when I was 19 I met Anne. Six months 
after I met her we moved in together and three years 
after that, we married. This led to my experience with 
my second 'mother'.

We had been married three years and we were living in 
the southwest, not far from my mother-in-law, Holly. 
Holly was 21 years older than her daughter, and 
myself, had been married three times (all of which 
ended in divorce) and used to regularly visit us when 
we were living in the southwest, mainly to visit her 
Grandson, who had been born a year after we married.

The first time that Holly and I made love was totally 
unexpected and unplanned by both sides, but was the 
start of an affair that went on for nearly ten years, 
but with an unexpected twist.

In November 1993, I was promoted in the job that I was 
doing. Unfortunately, my wife was working shift work 
at the time, on nights, so instead of going out to 
celebrate my promotion, I was destined to spend a 
night in, on my own, in front of the TV, babysitting 
my son. 

However, Holly heard about my promotion and decided 
that she couldn't allow that and came round to keep me 
company, bringing a couple of bottles of sherry with 
her (her favourite tipple, which she drank in LARGE 
amounts) so that we could celebrate. Initially, I 
would have preferred that she offered to baby-sit 
whilst I went out and got suitably pissed in the pub, 
but as it turned out I was glad she didn't.

We started drinking before my wife left for work, me 
on the cans of beer that were in the fridge, Holly on 
her first bottle of sherry. By the time my wife left, 
we were both half-cut. We were sat with the TV on in 
the background and chatting about all sorts. Holly was 
sinking the sherry at a rate of knots, and by the time 
I had finished my sixth can, she had almost emptied 
the first bottle. I commented on the fact that Holly 
drank so much (when you're half pissed you tend not to 
think about tact). 

Holly explained that she had been having a lot of back 
pain since her illness, (she had recently been treated 
for a spinal tumour) and told me that the sherry was 
the most effective pain killer that she had, combined 
with the fact that she had been visiting a friend who 
massaged her back (hadn't been allowed whilst she was 
having the treatment, something to do with massage 
possibly spreading the cancer?) because she was having 
so much muscular pain. 

With the tact gland working overtime, I said that she 
must be in a lot of pain at the moment with the rate 
that she was putting it away. To my surprise, she 
burst into tears and said 'You have no idea!'

I felt like a total shit. I put my arms around her 
whilst she sobbed on my shoulder, desperately thinking 
of how I could make it up to her. Then I had a 
brainwave. My wife had insisted on a natural 
childbirth, so we had both attended a massage course 
and I had massaged her during her labour. I offered 
Holly a massage. She was a bit taken aback at first, 
but tearfully agreed that it might help.

I placed some cushions on the floor, got Holly to lie 
on her front, and started massaging her back, through 
the baggy jumper that she was wearing. After about 
five minutes of this, it seemed rather ineffectual and 
I said so to Holly. Her response floored me.

'I know how to make it better,' she said, getting to 
her knees. She reached down, grabbed the bottom of her 
jumper and pulled it over her head, leaving her top 
half naked apart from her white lacy bra, which the 
red-blooded male in me noticed was restraining a 
rather nice looking pair of breasts, and a pair of 
black leggings.

Holly, for her age, looked pretty good. She was on the 
plump side, but not fat, having seemed to gain weight 
following her hysterectomy four years previously, and 
I estimated that her bust size was slightly smaller 
than her daughters 38 C, but still very respectable. I 
only got a brief view before Holly placed herself back 
on her front with a comment about 'that would be 
easier'.

I started massaging again, whilst knocking back the 
sherry as well (the beer had run out) and thinking 
about the brief glimpse of her bust that I'd had. I 
decided that if I could, I wanted to get a view of her 
tits unfettered by the lacy material, so, with the 
alcohol taking effect I started to feel braver and 
unclipped Holly's bra strap, giving her the excuse 
that it was in the way. She just groaned, and then 
wiggled herself on her front to remove the bra 
completely and put it to one side.

At this point, I started to have some stirrings in the 
trouser department, but put them to the back of my 
mind and carried on massaging. Suddenly, as I 
massaged, Holly went rigid and burst into tears again. 
I had hit the point that was the most painful with one 
of my thumbs. I stopped immediately and lay on the 
floor next to her to apologise and comfort her. She 
was very upset, not just because of the fact that I 
had caused her pain, but also because of the whole 
thing of having had the cancer. Why I did it, to this 
day I don't know, but I reached forward and placed my 
hand on her right breast, saying 'It could have been 
worse; you could have lost one of these. That would 
have been a real shame.'

To my amazement, Holly didn't bat an eyelid. She just 
looked at me, still with tears in her eyes and said 
'That's true.' Then, almost as an afterthought, added 
'Do you really think it would be a shame?'

'Bloody right I do. For a start you'd be all 
lopsided.' This elicited a smile from Holly, and then 
she looked oddly at me and said 'Just because I'd be 
lopsided?' As she was saying this she moved herself 
into a sitting position, giving me my first clear view 
of her tits. I was speechless, but my eyes were glued 
to her breasts, which, although slightly saggy, still 
looked very inviting, so much so that I reached up and 
started gently kneading them with both hands.

'You like my boobs, then?' she said as I started 
gently rolling the nipples of each peak gently between 
my fingers and thumbs. 'They're not as big as Anne's 
though, are they?' 

'Yeah, I like them,' I replied. 'They might not be as 
big as Anne's, but they're still pretty gropable. Do 
you like what I'm doing to them?' She looked me 
straight in the eye and said 'A little bit too much. 
Part of me says you should carry on massaging them 
like that, but we both know it's wrong. After all you 
are my son-in-law.' As she was saying this, she 
extracted herself from my grasp and reached for her 
bra.

As she got to her feet and started to put her bra on, 
the alcohol kicked in big time. 'You can't put them 
away without me giving them a kiss goodnight,' I said. 
She looked at me with a big smile and pulled the 
material of her bra up, freeing the globes. I was 
still on my knees and walked over and gently took the 
right nipple into my mouth and let the tongue gently 
roll around it, before moving on to the left nipple. 
Holly was breathing slightly heavier at this point, 
and as I disengaged from her left nipple, she thrust 
her right breast back towards my mouth, saying 'Just 
one more goodnight kiss for each of my titties.' 
Hearing her call them titties really turned me on, and 
as I was sucking I suddenly hooked the waistband of 
her leggings with my fingers and pulled them down past 
her knees. 'No, we mustn't,' was all she could say 
before I thrust a finger into the moist opening. 'Oh, 
fuck!' she said as her knees buckled and she fell 
backwards into the chair. She then seemed to regain 
her senses a bit and was moving to extract my finger 
from her damp hole, again saying 'We mustn't!'

I realised that it was now or never, so I moved my 
hand, opened her legs, and dived in, clamping my mouth 
to her very wet pussy and seeking out her clit with my 
tongue. She let out a gasp, followed by a groan and 
went limp as I found her little bud and sucked hard on 
it, thrusting two fingers into her as I did so. 

She recovered and started telling me how what we were 
doing was wrong and that she wanted me to stop, so 
with one last suck on her clit, which gave her a 
little spasm, I pulled my mouth away from her. To my 
amazement, she put her hands on the back of my head 
and pushed my face back into her mound with the words 
'Don't you fucking stop now, you bastard, suck it!' 

I was gobsmacked. Hearing my usually very sedate 
mother-in-law using language like that had my cock 
raging, but I did as I was told, licking up her pussy 
and teasing her clit. Her body went tense and her 
breathing became more laboured as she started to reach 
her peak. And she left me in no doubt as to when she 
was orgasming. 'Oh fuck, I'm cumming, you bastard, I'm 
fucking cumming, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, suck it, 
suck it, suck it, suck it, I'M FUCKING 
CUMMIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!' The last words were almost 
screamed, and I was convinced that she would either 
wake up my son or let the neighbours for about five 
streets around know exactly what was going on!

She was still thrusting her pussy into my face, 
repeating over and over 'Oh god, oh fuck, oh god, oh 
fuck!' I disengaged my mouth from her lap and moved up 
to her heaving breasts and sucked her right nipple 
into her mouth. She gasped again and said 'Oh yeah, 
suck my tits, harder, you bastard, really suck them,' 
then she grabbed my head and gave me a very deep 
passionate kiss, thrusting her tongue into my mouth.

By this stage my cock was straining against my jeans 
and as I was kissing Holly her hand moved down to my 
lap. 'Oh my,' she said, with mock innocence, 'did I do 
that to you? I'd better finish what I started, hadn't 
I.'

I stood up, took off my t-shirt and jeans and dropped 
my boxer shorts. Whilst I was doing this, Holly 
removed the one remaining leg that was still in her 
panties and leggings, then sat me down on the chair 
and dropped to her knees, grasping my cock firmly in 
her hand and licking the head like an ice-cream. This 
was a fairly new experience for me, as Anne hated oral 
sex (giving, rather than receiving) and never gave me 
a blow-job. I said this to Holly, but she just smiled 
and said 'Enjoy', before engulfing my engorged penis 
with her mouth.

I didn't know exactly what she was doing, but it felt 
abso-fucking-lutely incredible, and after about five 
minutes of her head bobbing up and down whilst she 
gently squeezed my balls I was on the point of 
cumming. Now it was my turn to say 'Oh fuck, I'm 
cumming.' To my surprise, instead of pulling her mouth 
away, as Anne had done on the one occasion that she 
had blown me, Holly redoubled her efforts. After about 
another six strokes I shot my thick cum into Holly's 
mouth with a final 'Oh fuck!' To my amazement, she 
swallowed the lot and carried on sucking until I had 
to stop her because it was painful.

She got up off her knees and sat on my lap, kissing me 
deeply again. It was the first time that I'd ever 
tasted my own cum, and I found it strangely erotic. 
Then she suddenly stopped and pulled away, with a look 
of total horror on her face. 'Oh my god, what have we 
done! You're my son-in-law, you're married to my 
daughter, we should never have done what we've just 
done, oh god'. The alcohol had had more of an effect 
on me, and I looked at her with slightly bleary eyes. 
'I'm not sorry, in fact I thought it was pretty damned 
good.' Holly softened slightly at this. 'I'm not 
saying that it wasn't good,' she said, 'I'm just 
saying that it shouldn't have happened. How did it 
start anyway?'

'A combination of the alcohol and you talking dirty to 
me,' I said with a smile. 'Women talking dirty have 
always been a turn-on.'

'What do you mean talking dirty,' she said, looking 
slightly annoyed, 'I wasn't talking dirty. You aren't 
going to blame me for this. If anything, you seduced 
me! You said you were going to massage my back, you 
didn't say anything about massaging my tits, which 
happen to be very sensitive (she shared that with her 
daughter), and other parts'.

'There you go again,' I said, 'you don't expect women 
of your age to use words like 'tits'. I just find it a 
turn-on'.

She looked annoyed at this and jumped to her feet, 
reaching for the bottle of sherry and taking a large 
pull on it. 'Women of my age? Women of my age? My age 
didn't stop you doing what you just did! My age didn't 
make you stop me doing what I did to you.' Tears 
started welling in her eyes again, and for the second 
time that evening I felt like a total shit.

Holly pulled on her knickers and flopped heavily into 
the sofa on the other side of the room. I pulled on my 
boxers, picked up the empty glasses and sat next to 
her, taking the bottle of sherry from her and topping 
both up before handing her one. 'I'm sorry. It wasn't 
meant to come out like that, but I'm sure you know 
what I mean. Even Anne doesn't use words like that.' 
My wife was actually quite a prude in the bedroom. Yes 
sex was great, but she wasn't very adventurous.

During the course of the next half-hour, and five or 
six more glasses of sherry, Holly told me that my 
comment had hurt her so much because not just her last 
husband, who having known him, I'd had to agree with 
her in her assessment of him being a complete bastard, 
but also the husband before had left her for younger 
women.

By this time, having sobered up a bit during our 
earlier exertions, I for one was feeling fairly pissed 
again and from the look of her, Holly was in much the 
same state, so I decided that we should call it a 
night and go to our respective beds. As Holly stood, 
she staggered slightly, so I started to help her up 
the stairs. Holly disappeared into the bathroom, so I 
went downstairs to tidy up, taking the glasses and 
empty bottles out to the kitchen, and gathering up 
Holly's and my clothes. 

By the time I got back upstairs Holly was in the spare 
room. After having a pee, I dropped my clothes in my 
bedroom and took Holly's to the spare room. I knocked 
quietly on the door, expecting no answer, and was 
surprised when Holly pulled the door open. She was 
stood, naked again, and smiling a lopsided, half-drunk 
smile. 

'So, my talking dirty turns you on does it?' She was 
holding onto the dressing table for support. 'Well, 
you playing with my tits, sucking on my nipples, and 
particularly when you were sucking me down below, 
turns me on.'

This last statement started the blood flowing back to 
my cock, which was starting to grow, but also caused 
me to rapidly sober up. 'Holly, I think that you've 
had a bit too much to drink. What happened earlier was 
great, but should never have happened and….'

Holly put one hand clumsily over my mouth and grabbed 
my cock with her other, leading me into the bedroom.

'What happened earlier was great, but you haven't 
finished yet young man,' she said. 'I haven't felt 
like this since before Will (her last husband) and I 
divorced and I now feel so randy I've got to feel you 
in my…..' she stopped and looked at me with an odd 
look. 'Which word do you prefer? Twat or pussy?'

Hearing this, I'd grown to my full size. 'What about 
cunt?'

Holly looked slightly taken aback, then smiled. 'In 
that case, I really need to feel your cock deep in my 
cunt as you fuck me.'

By this stage, she'd led me over to the bed, and in 
one movement, she sat and pulled my boxers down to my 
ankles. She rolled onto her back and opened her legs, 
giving me a good view of her pussy. 'Well, what are 
you waiting for?'

I climbed onto the bed beside her, my mouth seeking 
out hers as my hand went gently between her legs. I 
started moving my fingers up and down her already 
moist slit, which caused her to suck hard on my 
tongue, making it feel as if she would suck it right 
out of my head. She moved her mouth away from mine 
long enough to breathe 'Put it in me,' before almost 
throwing me on top of her and guiding my engorged 
prick into her moist opening. She was so wet that I 
had no difficulty sliding all the way in to my balls 
with a groan from both of us, before I began fucking 
her in earnest, pulling out almost all the way before 
thrusting back in again. Holly was obviously enjoying 
this and was being very vocal.

'Oh yeah, that's it, fuck my cunt, really deep, I want 
to feel your cock all the way in me, really deep, oh 
yeah, suck my tits, really hard.'

I did as I was told, nibbling gently on her nipples. 
She went absolutely apeshit, thrashing around and 
pulling me deep into her and mashing her pussy into my 
groin. She came for the first time screaming 
obscenities in between gasps. As she relaxed after 
that first orgasm, I increased speed and started 
hammering into her again, faster than before, and 
within about a minute, she started building up to her 
second.

This went on for about twenty minutes, and despite her 
ordering me to fuck her, fill her cunt, suck her tits, 
etc, I was no nearer to cumming, probably because of 
the amount I'd drunk. Holly was gasping and saying, 'I 
want to feel you cum deep in my cunt,' but I still 
couldn't. 

'I can't,' I gasped, 'I think it's because of the 
booze.'

'If you think you're going to get away without fucking 
me properly and filling me with your spunk, you're 
wrong.'

What she did next took me completely by surprise. She 
moved her hand across my buttock and thrust a finger 
straight up my arse, twisting it as she did so. I 
thrust deep into her and experienced one of the most 
intense orgasms that I'd ever had. As I did so, Holly 
shouted, 'I'm fucking cumming,' and thrust her hips 
up. There seemed to be so much cum pouring out of me 
it felt like I was taking a piss. Holly was still 
thrashing about underneath me as the last couple of 
jets pumped into her and I collapsed, exhausted, on 
top of her.

Holly was the first to speak (I was still gasping for 
breath). 'That was incredible. You've made an old lady 
very happy, but I'm a very naughty mother-in-law.'

I laughed at this. 'You're not that old, but you are a 
very naughty mother-in-law.'

She kissed me deeply again, then brought me back down 
to earth with a bump. 'You'd better go off to your 
bed. If Anne comes home in the morning and finds us 
like this, there could be a lot of explaining to do.'

I staggered back to my bedroom and collapsed into bed, 
falling into a deep sleep within seconds, and not 
stirring until my son came toddling in to wake me up 
at 6.30 the following morning. As I came to, I had an 
'Oh my god, I can't believe I did that last night,' 
moment, which often happens the morning after the 
night before, and a wave of guilt washed over me. 
Guilt at the fact that in the six years that we had 
been together I had never been unfaithful to Anne, and 
guilt that on the one occasion that I had it had been 
with her mother!

Holly didn't stir until 9.30, by which time Anne was 
home from work and was just about to go into bed. When 
Holly came down she'd already showered and was 
dressed, telling Anne that she had to go as she was 
meeting her sister for lunch. 

Breakfast was a very odd feeling, and even after Anne 
had gone to bed Holly made no mention of the events of 
the previous night. I guessed that she was feeling the 
same as me. When I tried to say something, I got as 
far as 'About last night' before Holly cut me off 
curtly.

In fact, the only mention of the episode that she did 
make was as she was leaving. She kissed and cuddled 
her Grandson, then put her arms round my waist and 
kissed me on the cheek, as she always did when she was 
leaving. She turned to leave, then, almost as an 
afterthought, turned back, embraced me again, placed 
her mouth against my ear a whispered 'Thank you for 
fucking me last night. It was incredible. The only 
problem is that your cum is still dripping out of my 
cunt'. She kissed me again on the cheek, and with a 
'See you soon, look after that Grandson of mine' she 
walked down the steps, got into her car and went.

To be continued?

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