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Original posting date: 
Thursday PM, December 27, 2001

A wildPage story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: holidays.txt
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Story_codes: M/F

Story_intro: Happily son finds himself attracted to his wife's mother, and she reciprocates.  The two have a fling behind the backs of their husband and wife.



Holidays with my Mother-In-Law

Written by AnonX


	I never noticed my mother-in-law in a sexual way. Not until one day last summer when her next-door neighbor invited me, my wife, and my wife's mother to a pool party. Mom wore a tight-fitting dark blue one-piece that was really not revealing at all. But I noticed, as she walked around the pool drinking and chatting, that she was really in great shape for a fifty-year-old. She didn't carry an ounce of flab on her shapely 5'2", 110 pound frame. Her breasts are average size, but the bathing suit really accentuated them against her flat tummy. Looking at her sitting in a lounge chair with her legs crossed, she could easily have been 35 or so. At one point, while I was hanging from the side of the pool admiring her body, I looked up and saw she had been watching me. She gave me a little wink and resumed her conversation. That's when I got my first hard-on thinking about her. With about 8 or so friends and family around, however, this was not the best time to get excited.

	Later that summer, stopping by my in-laws on my way home from a client, I arrived to find Mom doing what she likes to do best, gardening. She was on her hands and knees, wearing very short, very loose jogging briefs and a tank top.

	"Don't get up," I said, bending over to give her my usual greeting, a kiss on the cheek. As I bent over I placed my hand on her lower back, partly to support myself, partly for fun. Her shirt was warm and wet, since she'd been perspiring heavily. As I leaned over she arched her torso up a bit to offer me her cheek. That's when I saw she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts looked incredibly full, wet, and sexy, and I could see right down to her hard brown nips. My hand lingered a while on her back as we exchanged small talk, and she didn't seem to mind. Her warm wetness was intoxicating. Finally, I got up and sat behind her on a lawn chair while she finished her weeding. When she was done she turned around and sat before me on the grass, her legs outstretched in a "V." Either she wasn't wearing any underwear at all, or I was hallucinating. Her baggy pants were skewed to one side, revealing her almost bare pussy. She must have noticed me ogling her. The only time my eyes budged from her pussy was to look at her luscious, sweaty breasts. Needless to say I got an incredible hard on.

	All at once she rose to her feet. "So, are you staying for dinner, Jerry?" she asked.

	"That sounds great!" I replied.

	"Well then, we have to get moving. I have to shower first," she said.
	 
	She bent over to pick up her vegetables and tools, but she started dropping things. Coming to her rescue, I snatched some of the veggies out of her arms, and in so doing made sure the backs of my hands brushed against her breasts, lingering just long enough to feel her taut nipples through the moist fabric. 

	As soon as we were inside and the veggies were on the kitchen counter, I opened the liquor cabinet and took out the gin. "Care for a martini before your shower?" I asked. Mom hardly ever drank, so I was just asking to be polite. To my surprise, she expressed mild interest in drinking with me.

	"Hmmm, that's tempting. Well, maybe just a short one. Dad will be home in an hour."

	She took out the glasses as I mixed the drinks. I poured myself about six ounces and Mom about half of that.

	"Wow, that's strong," she remarked, "but very good. I'd forgotten what a martini tastes like!"

	Unbelievably, she downed her drink in three "sips!" She tried to wave me off as I poured her another, then tried to stop me when the glass was halfway full. With a sigh of resignation, she took up the full glass, touched it to mine, and began her second drink.

	Mom looked really sexy as she relaxed through her second drink. Her lightly greying hair just touched her shoulders, her shapely legs seemed to stretch forever, and the air conditioning kept her chestnut nipples clearly erect. I poured myself a third drink and continued admiring her as we spoke and drank.

	"What the hell are we standing here for," she finally said. "Let's go sit down."

	I led the way into the living room and sat at one end of the couch. Mom half- sat, half-lay at the opposite end, facing me. She drew one of her legs up, and once again I had the view of my life. The conversation roamed as we both got tipsy. She told me about her problems, among them a painful muscle pull in her right calf.

	Lifting up her leg, Mom explained her nagging tennis injury and how she'd been going for massage therapy. "See, it's right here," she said, taking my hand and placing it on her calf. At first I didn't know how to deal with this situation -- her leg felt so smooth, strong, youthful. Unfortunately, even though I was closer, her movement caused her pants to shift again so I could no longer see her pussy. Instinctively, I began massaging her calf, first with one hand then with both, working my fingers into the supple flesh.

	"Hey," she said, trying to sound alarmed, "don't you think that's enough with the massage?"

	"I just want your leg to feel better, Mom," I replied. "Why should you spend money on therapy when I can do as good a job?"

	"Well, I guess you're right," she said, giving me a sly grin.

	"So may I continue?"

	"Sure, but don't get fresh, ok?"

	Lifting her leg, I rested her foot against my chest as I continued working my hands up and down her calf. Obviously enjoying this attention, she placed both arms behind her head and arched her foot against me. How I would have loved to lick those smooth white armpits and fondled her firm breasts, now bulging from the sides of her top. "Hmmm, that's RIGHT where it hurts," she said. "That feels so good, don't stop! Oooh Jerry, You're such a good son-in- law."

	Gently lifting her leg again in my hands, I guided her foot to my mouth, planting a kiss on the ball of her foot. Again, she arched her foot, and now I began licking and sucking on her toes. With a loud moan she let her other leg fall to the floor, which made her pants open up again, wider than ever. I realized at this point she definitely wasn't wearing any panties, and that her cunt was partly shaved. I was so close I could see her pink, petal-like cunt lips glistening with cum.

	Still sucking on her toes, I got bolder with my massage and was now well up her thigh, just inches from her dripping pussy. "That's enough," she whispered, "please stop, Jerry." but she made no effort to move as I got bolder and bolder. By now I was lapping at her ankle, sucking her toes, kissing her foot, while inching closer to my prize. With her hands still behind her head, her heavy breathing caused her luscious tits to heave and fall rapidly. I thought her nipples would break through her shirt!

	I lifted her other leg up onto the couch and positioned her foot against my aching cock. At first she froze when she felt my hardon through my pants, but caution gave way to passion as she began massaging my cock with her foot and rocking her hips. We got scrunched up a bit as I worked my tongue up her other leg, so I placed both her legs on my shoulders and massaged them in unison. With each rub I moved farther and farther up. Past her calves, knees, the backs of her thighs. Her moans grew louder as my tongue lapped at her inner thighs, closer and closer. As I was making my "final approach" we heard the garage door open and my father-in-law drive in. Without even looking at each other we got up, Mom taking the glasses into the kitchen and I turning on the television.

	About a month later, my inlaws drove out to our place for dinner. Mom greeted me with a hug and a kiss, as usual, but this time I made sure that instead of a peck on the cheek, at least part of our lips touched. To my delight, her lips were slightly parted and had just been moistened.

	Nothing much happened during that visit, but as they were leaving I made a point not to say goodbye to her until they were in their car. Just as I'd hoped, my wife was on one side, talking with her father, while I waited for Mom to get in and put her seat belt on.

	"Goodbye, Mom," I said, leaning over to kiss her through the open car window. This time, with no-one able to see, I planted my open lips firmly on hers and thrust my tongue into her mouth. It lasted just a second, maybe less, but she clearly enjoyed it.

	"Goodbye, Jerry," she said softly.

	The next time I saw Mom was the weekend before thanksgiving, at their place. Around mid-afternoon, while I was reading the paper, my mother-in-law called me from the basement.

	"Jerry, will you help me carry something upstairs?"

	When I got downstairs she was standing, hands on hips, by several cases of apple sauce she had canned a few weeks earlier. As I approached she bent over and tried to lift a case. Her ass, sticking nearly straight up in the air, looked so sexy through her sweat pants. Her top had crept up a bit in the back, revealing about six inches of white silky skin. Moving behind her, I put my hands under her sweatshirt and pulled her against me. She straightened up, not resisting, her ass firmly planted against my crotch, and threw her head back onto my chest. As our lips met my hands roamed at will under her sweats, over and under her bra and down under her panties. As our tongues entwined one of my hands cupped a firm, hot breast as the other ran down to her bush and into her steamy slit.
 
	Making a half-hearted attempt to pull away, she panted "Jerry, you HAVE to stop. I'm your wife's mother." No way I was slowing down! My right hand quickly found her clit and, using her copious cunt juices as lubrication, I massaged her love button while kissing her, squeezing her tits, and grinding my hard cock against her through our clothing. "Please stop, Jerry...oh please... don't..." she moaned. Once again she strained a bit as if she wanted me to let her go, but there was no way I was going to. Soon her shirt and bra were pulled up above her breasts and her pants were halfway down her thighs. Her hips moved rhythmically as I had my way with her. She completely submitted. She was mine. After several minutes, however, we were startled to hear the basement door open, at which point we quickly moved apart and Mom rearranged her clothing.

	"Hey guys," my wife shouted down at us, "bring up a bottle of wine, OK?"

	As I began to walk away Mom grabbed the hand which had been in her cunt, lifted it to her face, and licked my fingers clean while giving me the most incredible "Fuck me!" look I'd ever seen. Unfortunately, that was neither the time nor the place, which we both knew. But it was only a matter of time.

	Between Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years we saw my inlaws twice. But aside from a moist, lingering kiss or two, only one really interesting thing happened. On Christmas Day Mom and I were sitting in the living room after dinner, looking through a photo album. My wife was doing the dishes and Dad was still at the table, half-asleep from too much wine. I made a point to have our legs touching the whole time, hoping that would stir some interest in Mom. Before long my cock was rock-hard, but she didn't seem to notice. Getting impatient, I took her hand and guided it to my erection, which she rubbed through my pants for a few seconds. As I moved to kiss her we heard the water in the kitchen being turned off, so that was the end of that.

	About a month later we were visiting again, right after a heavy snow. Dad and I cleared off the walk and driveway while my wife and her mother stayed inside drinking tea and chatting. After the driveway was clear, Dad had to go on a few errands. I told him I was tired from shoveling and went inside. When I got inside my wife, who was putting on her coat and scarf, asked me if I wanted to help her build a snowman.

	"No thanks," I said, "I'm pooped!"

	The minute she was out the door Mom fell into my arms and began kissing me passionately. I knew we had at most 15 minutes, and the thought of being interrupted at any time made it all the more exciting. I turned Mom around so she faced an easy chair and, pulling down her sweatpants and panties, I kissed and licked her ass. Mom was now kneeling, her torso resting in the seat, and her ass straight up in the air. Spreading her ass cheeks, I lapped hungrily at her puckered hole. Then I worked my tongue down her slit and into her half- shaven pussy as she moaned and writhed like an eel. When I removed my tongue from her pussy and placed the tip on her asshole, she thrust herself backward against my face, allowing my tongue to massage the inner walls of her asshole. Next, after moving my tongue back down and finding her quivering, engorged clit, I finger-fucking her ass with one, then two fingers.

	Her luscious anus opened up readily, which surprised me, but it was kind of dry, so I moved my fingers down into her pussy, then back to massage her juices into her asshole, back again to her pussy, etc., until her asshole glimmered with her cum. Now, putting my index and middle fingers together, I plunged them deep into her ass in one stroke while sucking her huge clit. As my fingers reached bottom I moved them apart and massaged Mom's well- lubricated rectum, which drove her crazy. She was moaning, whispering, pleading for me to stop, then not to stop. Whatever she said, I was NOT stopping!

	With the way she was rocking it was hard for me to keep my mouth on her pussy, so I knelt behind her and concentrated on fingering and licking her asshole. Mom reached back to pleasure herself, and as her fingers found her clit she began the most incredible orgasm I've ever seen. Her ass thrust outward with such violence to meet my fingers that I thought they'd break off. Moaning loudly now, she thrust quickly about 10 times and then collapsed, breathless.

	Looking out the window, I could see my wife was putting the finishing touches on the snowman, so I pulled up Mom's pants, turned her around, and kissed her deeply. Standing up -- a little wobbly on her feet -- she again took my hand and licked every drop of cum and ass juice from my fingers, finishing up just as my wife entered the house.

	Since it began snowing quite heavily again, we decided to stay over. We played cards until around midnight, at which time Dad announced he was turning in and my wife decided to take a shower. As the two walked upstairs, I knew we had to work fast. As soon as we heard the bedroom door close and the shower turned on, I looked at Mom and she knew what to do. I unbuckled my pants as she worked on my zipper. Within three seconds she was giving me a world-class blowjob, taking nearly my entire eight-inch shaft into her mouth. She rubbed my cock lovingly against her face and lips, licking the underside tenderly, lustfully. She was enjoying this as much as I was. Just as we heard the shower being turned off, my cock began throbbing as my mother-in-law prepared herself to receive the thick, gushing cum which was to fill her mouth. To her credit, she swallowed most of it, but some dripped out of her lips and down her chin. As she removed my cock from her mouth, two final spurts bathed her face.

	Without saying a word I pulled her up to me and cleaned her face and neck with my tongue. As I was finishing I noticed she had slipped a hand under her panties and was massaging her pussy. Our latest escapade was cut short by the sound of the upstairs bathroom door opening and my wife walking to the guest room.

	By the time I got upstairs my wife was already in bed. The thought of having mother and daughter in the same day was exciting, but my wife was not in the mood, so I went back downstairs, turned on the TV, and spread out on the couch. Mom had gone to bed herself, so all I could do was fantasize about fucking her. Before long I drifted into sleep.

	Some time later I was awakened by someone turning off the TV. It was Mom, dressed in a long terry cloth robe. She walked over to me and asked how I was doing.

	"You know, Jerry, we really ought to stop this. It's so wrong, so wrong!" she whispered. She was pretending to be a bit angry with me.

	"C'mon," I said, "there's nothing wrong with this."

	I moved behind her and began massaging her shoulders. She seemed to be enjoying it for a minute or two, but then she pulled away. "I came down here to tell you this has to stop," she said, looking straight at me, sternly, her arms folded across her chest.. I walked toward her but her demeanor didn't change. 

	"Mom," I whispered.

	"What do you want with me?" she replied.

	When I raised my hand to brush the hair from her forehead, her frown subsided somewhat. "There, that's better," I said. I lightly touched her cheek, then ran my fingers across her lips. By now she'd softened up. My finger traced her parted lips, which she was now licking lightly. With the other hand I uncrossed her arms, which she let fall, and undid the tie of her robe. As I'd hoped, she wasn't wearing anything underneath. I ran my finger down her neck, across her breasts, down her tummy, and into her snatch as she threw her head back in pleasure. Of course her pussy was absolutely dripping, so I scooped up some of her juices and offered her my finger, which she greedily licked clean.

	I repeated the process several times. Each time her cunt was wetter than the time before, and each time she licked with greater abandon. She began to massage her tits, tweaking her nipples and drawing them out and letting them snap back like dark, thick rubber bands. I lubricated them with her cunny juice, which made her crazy and caused her to tug at them even harder. I'd never quite seen a woman's nipples stretched out like that before. When she let go of them they must have stood out at least an inch and a half!

	Quickly removing my clothes, I lay down on the floor and guided her crotch to my face. "Mom, I want you to ride my face." She gladly complied, running the entire length of her crack -- from clit to asshole -- over my willing mouth and tongue. Back and forth she slipped and slid her delicious pussy. I alternated between tugging on her nips and pulling up her mons to expose her clit. After about ten minutes, she moved off my face and impaled her hot cunt on my throbbing dick.

	Without missing a stroke, Mom turned around and spread her legs wide, taking me as deeply as she possibly could. She rode my cock real hard for about 10 minutes, but just as I was about to cum she dismounted and cleaned my cock off with her tongue. "I love the taste of my pussy on your cock," she whispered, taking my shaft deep into her mouth. Again, I was about to explode when she stopped sucking and mounted me again, this time with her back to me. Now she guided the head of my cock to her hot asshole, rubbing the knob against her slippery anus. She was so wet and excited that I penetrated her easily. After five or six strokes the full length of my shaft was pounding her ass. She leaned back and asked me to play with her tits, which I gladly did. Her ass ground rhythmically into my cock as I toyed with her nipples. She begged me to pull hard on them while she stroked her pussy. Soon she was at the brink of orgasm, and I was not far behind. As I felt her ass tightening up I yanked hard on her nipples and she let out a muffled shriek. "Keep fucking my ass, you bastard," she begged, "keep fucking me and hurting my nipples." Squeezing her tits I pulled her nipples hard and rubbed them together, nearly tying them in knots. She began to shake violently. As I started to ejaculate I pushed deep into her ass and she came too.

	After lying on top of me for a few more minutes, Mom said "Now it's time to clean up!" I didn't know what she meant, since we hadn't created a mess. She ejected my semi-limp cock and assumed the 69 position, planting her ass on my lips and her lips on my cock. What was a boy to do? I began licking my cum out of her stretched asshole for a few minutes as she worked her mouth on my cock. Soon I was hard again and we were both on the brink. I came in her mouth first, and she followed me about 30 seconds later, letting a gooey gob of cum into my moutn.

	We got dressed and headed upstairs, Mom to her bedroom, me to my wife's. At the top of the stairs she gave me a quick peck on the cheek and said, "You're my favorite son-in-law!"

	

















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