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The Mothers In My Life - 5
by Len (lenightowl@yahoo.co.uk)
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More fun with my mother-in-Law. (M-teen/F, cheat)
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PART 5
The next time that Holly and I had sex was two years
later in 1995. Since the first time, Holly had made no
mention of the episode and we had taken the 'affair'
no further, despite Holly visiting on various
occasions, and despite our being alone on some of
those visits.
In 1994, due to Anne's work, we had moved from the
southwest to the southeast, and we did not see as much
of Holly as previously, due to it being a six-hour
drive, as opposed to the previous forty-five minute
one.
In the summer of 1995, Anne was nine months pregnant
with our second child, and Holly had arranged leave so
that she could be with us in the southeast when her
second grandchild made an appearance.
July 1995 was remarkably hot (for the UK at least!)
and it was during this time that Holly was staying.
Anne was finding it uncomfortable and not sleeping
particularly well due to her pregnancy, but when she
did, she slept the sleep of the dead.
Even though Anne and I had gone to bed early that
night, the heat had meant that I didn't really sleep
and I woke up at about 11pm, dying for a drink. I went
into the kitchen, got myself some squash and wondered
into the living room, intending to do a bit of channel
hopping. Suddenly, from the darkness came 'You
couldn't sleep either? It's so bloody hot!'
It was Holly. Obviously the heat had stopped her from
sleeping as well. She'd had the same idea as me and
was sitting in the darkness and silence of the living
room trying to cool off. I reached for the small table
lamp, but Holly said 'No, don't switch the light on,
it's much calmer with just the darkness.' I sat on one
sofa, Holly being sat on the other, and we chatted
about all sorts. Holly had a real concern, as she was
due to return to the southwest in four days, the baby
was three days overdue at this point, and she was
convinced that it wouldn't appear before she went home
and that she'd miss the birth. I tried to reassure her
as best I could, but had to be realistic, knowing the
baby would be born when it was ready.
After about thirty minutes, Holly suddenly took me
completely by surprise. 'Are you still good at giving
massages,' she asked me. 'Yeah, but...' I started.
'Don't worry, Len, what happened last time was a one
off. A bloody good one off, but a one off.' I had
mixed feelings. With her initial question, the
memories of that night two years previously had
flooded back, and my cock, which hadn't seen any
action for about two months had started to grow. Her
emphasis on the 'one off' was therefore a bit
disappointing.
'Well?' Holly's question interrupted my thoughts.
'Well what?' I asked. 'Are you still good at giving
massages?' With Anne planning this second birth to be
as natural as the first and a home birth, I had had
plenty of practice of late, particularly as Anne was
experiencing a lot of back pain. 'Yeah, I've been
doing a lot of practice. Is it the same place as last
time?' Holly laughed. 'Nice try young man, but you
don't get my clothes off that easily. No, it's my
shoulders. Any chance of a shoulder massage? It might
help me get off to sleep as well.'
I agreed, so Holly came and sat on the floor between
my legs, her back to me and started to relax, ready
for her massage. She was wearing a silky 'kaftan' like
thing, which she always wore in bed; so massaging her
was quite easy, as the material was not very
resistant.
After about ten minutes of this, neither of us
speaking, Holly suddenly said 'Oh, that's the spot,'
as my thumb hit a knot in her muscle. I gently worked
my thumb over this spot, gradually feeling the knot
lessen, to the point where Holly's head lolled back
with the words, 'That is fantastic.'
Unfortunately, when her head went back, it was resting
in my groin, which, as I've said, hadn't seen any
action for about two months. My prick started to grow,
despite my thinking about all sorts of unpleasant
things. My mind kept coming back to the fact that
Holly's head was in my groin and underneath her night
attire she was probably naked.
Because of this, I started to feel a little braver. I
knew that the 'kaftan' had baggy sleeves, because I'd
often noticed that it was possible to see the sides of
Holly's breasts when she was in certain positions
whilst wearing it. I let my hands slowly move down
from her shoulders to the sleeve holes, amazed that
Holly didn't seem to suspect anything or do anything
to stop me. When I was in position, I gently caressed
the sides of her tits where they met her ribs.
Holly immediately tensed and sat bolt upright. 'I said
no!' She sounded pissed off. 'I trusted you to give me
a massage and you try it on. Perhaps I should let my
daughter, your pregnant wife, know the type of person
that she's married to.'
I apologised and assured her that I didn't want Anne
to find out, but also explained that I was only human,
and that after two months I was feeling somewhat
horny.
Holly laughed with the words 'That's not my problem.
Maybe you should go and have a wank.' I started
laughing at this, but what happened next confused me
totally.
'Anyway, now that we've got that sorted,' said Holly,
'What about finishing my shoulders?'
There was I, expecting Holly to put a stop completely
to what had been happening, but instead she'd
bollocked me, threatened to tell my wife, and then
returned to the situation, sitting between my legs
again.
I started again to gently massage her shoulders, and
again she rested her head back into my groin. Again,
the inevitable happened. This time, however, she was
very slightly moving her head back and forth. At first
I thought that I was imagining it, but she was
definitely moving, her hair gently stimulating my
rapidly growing cock.
'Holly,' I said, as calmly as I could. 'What?' She
sounded all innocent. 'That's really not fair,' I
said. My cock at this point had broken free of the
dressing gown that I was wearing and was stabbing her
in the back of her head. 'Don't you like it when
mummy-in-law teases you? I thought after all this time
you'd have been grateful'. She knew exactly what she
was doing. This time it was my turn to be sensible. 'I
think that we should stop before...' I said. 'Before
what?' she replied.
All thoughts of being sensible evaporated. I adjusted
my position and leaned forward, placing my hands
inside her sleeves and grabbing a handful of her
boobs. 'Before this'.
Holly took a deep breath and whispered 'Oh, my son-in-
law is being a very naughty boy, touching my titties
like that. Oh you bastard!' The last part was said
somewhat louder, as I had found both the nipples and
was squeezing them between my thumbs and forefingers,
at the same time kissing the back of her neck.
I continued to squeeze and roll the nipples around
whilst kissing her neck, and then Holly started to let
out little groans, and began to twitch. She suddenly
brought her hand up and thrust two of her fingers into
my mouth. It was then that I realised why she'd been
twitching, because I could taste her cunt on her
fingers. Whilst I'd been playing with her tits, she'd
been frigging herself. The thought of this turned me
on even more, and my cock was absolutely raging by
now.
But not for long! We both heard it at the same time.
It was movement, coming from the bedroom next door to
the living room (we were living in a bungalow), the
bedroom that I normally shared with Anne!
I whispered urgently 'Shit! It's Anne!' We'd been on
the verge of getting carried away and had almost
forgotten that she was still in the house!
Holly was surprisingly fast for a woman of 49, and was
on the other sofa, nightclothes rearranged by the time
the bedroom door opened and Anne appeared. She walked
to the living room door and flicked on the light.
'What are you two up to? I thought you'd be in bed'.
She had the bleary eyed look of someone who'd just
woken.
Holly was the first to answer. 'Nothing dear, it was
so hot that I couldn't sleep, then the heat woke Len
up and we were just sat in here chatting. Do you want
anything?' It sounded like she was stifling a laugh.
'Just some water please, Mum. Can you bring it in to
me please? Len, when are you coming back to bed?'
Holly disappeared off to the kitchen whilst I assured
Anne that I would be in shortly.
Anne leaned forward, kissed me on the cheek and asked
me to go in quietly so that I didn't disturb her in
case she was asleep, then went back to bed.
I went to the kitchen to top up my drink as I saw
Holly vanish into my bedroom. I was still standing
there, staring out of the window, when I heard
movement behind me and felt two arms being wrapped
around my waist and a body being pressed into my back.
I knew that it had to be Holly, as Anne hadn't been
able to get that close to me because of her 'bump' for
weeks. This was confirmed when I heard the words 'That
was fucking close!'
'You're telling me,' I replied. 'That was a fair turn
of speed for an old lady,' I said jokingly. She
pinched my arse, with the words 'Cheeky bastard!'
'What were you laughing at when you were fetching
Anne's water?' I asked. Holly started giggling again.
'I was laughing at the fact that you were trying to
hide this,' she moved her hand down to my now limp
dick, 'which was about four times its normal size.'
I started to laugh, then turned and kissed her gently
on the lips. Holly brought her hand up and placed her
fingers on my lips. 'Stop it! Anne's probably still
awake,' she said. 'And I can still smell your pussy on
your fingers,' I replied. I leant forward to kiss her
again, but she squirmed out of the way and sat down at
the kitchen table with the words 'Sit down and calm
down, before I throw a bucket of cold water over you.'
I did as I was told and we sat there for about thirty
minutes, talking about everything and anything, except
what had just happened, by which stage it was almost
1am. Suddenly, Holly looked up. 'Do you think the
temperature's dropped?' She was right. It was a little
cooler and felt less humid. Holly stood up, unlocked
the kitchen door and opened it.
'It's starting to rain. That'll cool us off.' With
that, she disappeared out into the back garden.
I went and looked out. It was starting to rain, but
was one of those short summer showers. I stepped
outside and immediately appreciated the cold rain
hitting the bits of me that weren't encased in my
dressing gown. As I walked down the garden (it was
quite large) I couldn't see Holly. Suddenly, I spotted
movement out of the corner of my eye, and Holly came
skipping out like some sort of mad nymph on drugs, her
'kaftan' plastered to her by the rain. As she ran past
me, she lifted the hem of the garment, giving me a
flash of her arse, before disappearing into the gloom
again. Then she reappeared, this time giving me a full
frontal flash of her hairy bush and large tits, again
disappearing into the gloom.
I followed in the direction that she'd gone, and found
her in a fairly secluded part of the garden next to
the garden table and chairs. She was stood with her
back to me, but looking over her shoulder. As I
appeared, she pulled the 'kaftan' up to her waist,
bent over, reaching back and pulling her buttocks
apart, to expose her delightful twat, which I couldn't
really make out in the gloom. She looked back and very
seductively said 'I want your tongue in my pussy, and
I want it in there now!'
I needed no second bidding. I dropped to my knees and
pulled her buttocks further apart, thrusting my tongue
into her inviting hole.
After a few minutes of tongue-fucking her, she started
to thrust back into my face, and I guessed that she
was on the verge of cumming, so I sucked her erect
clit into my mouth and gentled nibbled on it. She went
absolutely wild, thrashing around, so much so that she
knocked me over.
'Don't fucking stop now! Finish me!' She commanded. I
was just getting off the ground and had the vision
that hardened further my already stiff cock. My
mother-in-law, naked from the waist down, bent over
the table, biting of her left hand to stop her from
screaming (it may have been the early hours of the
morning, but her screaming 'I'm Cumming!' would
definitely have woken the neighbours) and three
fingers of her right hand thrusting in and out of her
sopping wet pussy.
Suddenly, her legs seemed to buckle and she dropped to
her knees, removing her hand from between her legs,
but rocking backwards and forwards and whimpering. She
looked up at me, and asked 'Why didn't you finish me?'
I told her that it was because she's knocked me over.
'Well don't let it happen this time,' she said,
pulling me towards her, opening my dressing gown and
almost completely swallowing my cock. She bobbed her
head back and forth for about a minute then stood and
bent over the table again, pulling her buttocks apart.
'Get your cock in my cunt now, and fuck me!' she
commanded.
I slid straight in and started thrusting as deep as I
could. Holly reached down and grabbed the 'kaftan' and
stuffed it into her mouth to stifle her cries as my
engorged prick hammered into her, and I felt her
fingers of her free hand tickling my balls and her
swollen clit.
I knew that I couldn't last long, as it had been so
long, and after about two minutes, I felt the cum
start to rise. I leaned forward and told Holly that I
was going to cum very soon. Her reply almost put me
off my stroke, as she ordered me to put my finger up
her arse.
I did as I was asked, my forefinger thrusting half way
into her arse as my cock thrust all the way into her
pussy, my cum gradually building up to what I knew was
going to be a very intense climax.
Holly was thrusting back to meet my thrusts, her cries
and moans being stifled by the material in her mouth.
Suddenly, she pulled the material out and said 'Put
two fingers into my arse and push them all the way
in!' This was said in such a guttural way (almost as
if she was possessed) that I did exactly that. I
thrust the two fingers into her all the way, wiggling
them as I did so, and filling her with prick at the
same time. She began to thrash about again and I knew
that she was on the verge of her climax.
I pulled my cock almost all the way out of her cunt
and my fingers almost all the way out of her arse,
then thrust them back in to the hilt at the same time.
Holly's body went completely rigid, holding my prick
and fingers tight and my spunk spurted deep into her.
My climax and hers seemed to last for hours before
Holly relaxed and I was able to pull out my cock and
fingers. The next thing that Holly did left me
speechless. She stood, turned around and sat on the
edge of the table, with her legs spread wide, then,
whilst looking straight at me, placed three fingers of
her hand into her freshly fucked pussy and scooped out
some of the mixture of our juices, before placing the
fingers in her mouth. She then pulled me towards her
and gave me a long lingering kiss, her tongue seeming
to explore every inch of my mouth.
For the second time in my life I tasted my own cum,
but this time mixed with the taste of the woman that I
had just fucked. She moved her mouth away from me, put
her arms around me, and whispered in my ear 'That was
fucking incredible. I just hope it's that good next
time.' I was completely taken aback. 'Next time?' 'Oh
yes. After that fucking, I want your cock in my cunt
again.' 'But you stopped me earlier.' Holly laughed. '
That's my trouble, no willpower.'
We walked back up to the house, the two of us soaked
to the skin by a mixture of sweat and the rain that
was still falling, and dried off before going to our
separate beds after another long, very passionate
kiss.
Unlike the first time, Holly didn't act as if nothing
had happened this time. Whenever she thought she could
get away with it, she groped my arse or cock, even if
Anne was in the same room and I returned the favour by
grabbing her tits or arse whenever the opportunity
arose.
Unfortunately, we didn't get a chance to repeat our
session during the remainder of her visit, and Holly
returned to the southwest four days after I had fucked
her so hard in our garden. The day after she left, her
second grandson was born, but when I phoned her to
tell her, although she was very disappointed to have
missed the birth, 'You filling my cunt with your cum,
partially makes up for it'.
To be continued?
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