Misc. Erotica Mother-In-Law Saved My Marriage

The rest of that weekend and the next week, Mai and Hanh were constantly distracted. Each wanted to go to the store every other day to buy linens or towels or some such thing. That Sunday, we spent the entire afternoon at Ikea buying two beds for the mother and daughter and dressers and such for their rooms. Mai tried to insist that they would be fine sleeping in the same room, that they were used to it in the family home in Vietnam. Even Hanh was resistant to having them not share a room. But we have a four-bedroom house, and it would be silly to leave one room open, so I put my foot down.

My back was sore, and I was exhausted that evening when the furniture finally all screwed together. I was able to relax with a beer and a game. Mai crawled onto the couch, her hungry mouth servicing me slowly as we relaxed. My fingers explored her wet slit while she took her time, her mouth sliding up and down my pole edging me close to orgasm and backing off slowly.

Hanh sat beside me on the couch and shared my beer with me, even letting me help her play with her pussy as she watched her mom worship my cock. As my orgasm approached and I warmed Mai of the incoming, Hanh’s hand reached out and pressed on the back of her mom’s head, forcing her deep down on my cock as my cum shot down her throat. I saw her own orgasm roll through her as she reveled in the control and taboo.

We all slept in bed together, cuddled close and spooning. I had never been more content as their soft skin crowded in around me, Mai’s large soft breasts resting on my chest. I dreamed of Asian harems and willing little women and woke with a smile on my face.

The next week was hectic as I said, but Mai always made time for me in the mornings, and I looked forward to depositing my seed into her ever willing mouth. I was getting more and more comfortable in my role as the dominant, learning what she liked and didn't like. For instance, if at any point in the day I pulled my cock out as gave her that look, she would happily drop to her knees in whatever room we were in and suck away, letting me fuck her mouth and throat as rough as I wanted, not that I was into stuff that was too rough. But she wasn't a big fan of being spanked or having her ass played with too much, and her pussy would get so sensitive after an orgasm or two that she couldn't continue to take my big dick and would need to take a break. As much as I loved fucking my mother-in-law and especially when my wife was watching, it was her blowjobs that I found myself dreaming about all the time. There was something to damn sexy and hot about seeing her massive tits sway and collide as my cock slid in and out of her wet slobbering lips. Her eyes crinkled into a smile of bliss at the pleasure she was giving me.

It was Friday before I knew it, and the three of us were heading to the airport. Hanh and Mai were excitedly chatting to one another in Vietnamese, while I drove, my hands sweating and waves of anxiety sweeping over me. I wasn't sure what to expect, and as perfect as everything had been, I had this sense of dread that it couldn't continue this good forever.

We parked in the short-term lot and were waiting just on the other end of the security gate. Hanh and her mom were each holding one of my hands. I was conscious of my mothers-in-law's massive breasts, on display in her tight soft sweater, drawing the eyes of nearly every man who passed us. I was once again reminded that whatever was to come, I had already lived out my most wild and taboo fantasies.

Hanh saw them first, her thin arms clutching me tightly, and then Mai and I saw them. Moon and her daughter were skinny and beautiful women. Each had pale, almost milk-white skin, with matching bright green eyes that looked exotic on their Vietnamese features. Their hair was a matching jet black, thick and straight. Moon was in a conservative and traditional dress, red and gold, that showed off her slender form and graceful movements. She was much younger than her sister Mai I saw, easily ten or fifteen years younger, and as she smiled, I saw the one flaw in her near-perfect beauty was her teeth ever so slightly crooked, matched by her daughters.

Thanh was a vision of innocence. She was shorter than her mother and Hanh, standing just five feet tall like Mai, and willowy thin. Her limbs were slim and elegant, and her face had a dainty little nose and cherubic features that nearly broke my heart when she met my eyes, and her face grew pink, and she smiled shyly at me. Thanh was wearing a small pink blouse and a long jean skirt that hung down nearly to her ankles.

"Moon!" Hanh called and waved, drawing the women's attention to us. Then it was four happy crying Asian women standing in the middle of the door blocking everyone's way. Eventually, I was able to herd everyone out. I said hello to Thanh, but she just giggled and hid her face in her hands, face beet red. Her mother came over speaking rapid Vietnamese and placed a hand on my arm, smiling up at me and nodding to her daughter. Hanh gasped at what she said, and Mai's laughed quietly, the girl just blushed even harder and huddled into herself. I felt Moon's hand slide up my arm, feeling at my muscles as her eyes alighted upon mine, holding a promise I still struggled to believe.

Then Hanh was speaking to her as we packed up the car with their luggage, and we all made our merry way back home. It was a good hour-long drive back from the airport, and we stopped along the way and picked up KFC. For some reason, both Moon and Thanh were overjoyed to be able to eat American KFC. They went on and on in Vietnamese about how good the chicken was as they snacked on the way back. Thanh was finally coming out of her shell some as she stripped a thigh bone of every scrap of meat.

As I drove, I watched my wife in the backseat with both Thanh and Moon. It was amazing to see her with her family and truly opening up. She sat holding hands with Moon the two of them, I suddenly realized had been touching practically since the moment they saw one another. They were so close in age, just two years apart, that they'd grown up more like sisters in the same house than aunt and niece. Hanh had spoken on the phone with Moon several times a year, but nothing to the extent the two women caught up now going back and forth rapid-fire in Vietnamese.

Thanh split her time either gazing out the window at the big American city and the countryside rolling by and staring up at me driving, trying to be surreptitious in her glances. She caught me looking at her and glanced away quickly, clasping her hands between her thighs and glancing back out the window. When she looked back and saw me smiling at her in the mirror, she smiled shyly back and began to widen her thin thighs slowly. I glanced at the road, making sure everything was clear and back in the mirror in time to see her lift her hands, giving me a brief glimpse of her pink floral panties before she snapped her legs shut and looked back out the window a small satisfied smile on her innocent little face.

My cock was throbbing in my pants, and Mai glanced over from the passenger seat and looked from it up to me with a raised eyebrow. My mind was just beginning to dig down into the gutter when Hanh said they needed to stop at Target and get a few things for the night. So, I pulled off the highway, and we went in and shopped for a few minutes. I was able to ignore my great lust somewhat in the regular chores of buying toothpaste and facewash for the girls. However, Moon made a habit of walking in front of me and bending down suddenly to look at something on the bottom shelf or turning to place a hand on my upper arm, her eyes bright as she pointed out something to Hanh.

The clothes section almost sidetracked the girls, but I was able to get them to agree they could go shopping at the outlets and mall Saturday afternoon, and that if we didn't get home and eat the chicken, I was going to turn into a grumpy bastard. Hanh knew me well enough to know I was only half-joking, and we finally arrived back home and dragged several Target bags and all the women's luggage into the house.

Moon and Thanh were both stunned by the size of our yard and the space in our house. It's just a lovely track house in the suburbs, but it's a lot more space than they were used to in Vietnam. If not for the near-identical rows of homes in our neighborhood, you would have thought we were rich from their reactions. I carried their luggage up to their rooms, and both Moon and Thanh broke down in tears when they saw they had their own space already filled with furniture. I'm not sure Thanh knew what to think when she learned she had privacy for the first time in her life. I think it was a mixture of fear and unexpected joy.

I cracked open a beer, and Hanh and Moon joined me as we ate chicken and biscuits. I was mostly silent as the women chatted back and forth. It was a struggle not to stare at the slender women, as thoughts of what they might look like naked with my dick pounding into them. Finally, the woman all began to say their goodnights, giving each other big long hugs. Moon gave me a long firm hung, and I could feel her slender form pressing itself against me.

“Thank you, Dave,” she said in her thick accent, “Good man, happy Hanh.” She smiled up at me and then slipped free and down the hall, her daughter glancing up me and smiling shyly before darting off to her own room.

"Well," said Hanh as she looked up at me, smiling, "that went pretty well."

“They seem nice,” I said, leading my wife back to our bedroom, “but I think they need to start learning English, and I definitely need to learn more Vietnamese.”

“I’ve been telling you that for two years,” she said with a good-natured smile as we climbed beneath the covers. “I hope you’re ready for your life to change baby.” She said as she cuddled up to my side, pushing down the covers to expose my naked torso and boxer briefs.

"Hanh," I said, "I don't know what to say. This is all just so crazy and amazing."

"Shh," she said, placing a finger over my lips, "just make sure you show her the time of her life."

"Who?" I said, confused. Just then there was a light knock at the bedroom door, and I glanced at Hanh questioningly, she just sat back into the pile of pillows and pulled the covers up to her midriff, her top covered in a pink chemise.

"Come in," my wife said, giving me a wink.​