Misc. Erotica Mother-In-Law’s Menage

I slept like the dead and woke with the dawn, refreshed and grateful to be alive. Then memories of the night before flooded my brain, and I buried my face in my pillow, hiding my overwhelming shame. What had I done?! Eventually, I pulled myself out of bed and took a shower, getting ready for the day.

I paused before the mirror, looking myself over with a critical eye. I had stopped working out regularly a year or two before, and the signs of softness around the middle were starting to show. My legs were still slender and strong as were my arms, my bust was large and heavy, and I’d always thought those, and my thick dark hair were my best features. It had been a couple of months since I really spent a lot of time getting ready, but I did today, plucking and painting myself in my large plush bathroom. When I stepped out of the bathroom, I was feeling better and happier about myself than I had in months.

I threw on a pair of yoga pants, a sports bra, and a loose workout shirt. I felt motivated, so much so I headed straight out to my car and drove to the gym. I had been months and months since I’d been there, but after a few minutes, I slipped right back into my old workout routine. I was on the treadmill, cooling down from a hard workout and I glanced around, noticing the gym was filled with other middle-aged women like myself. I looked around wondered how many of them would have done what I had the night before. I felt the surge of joy and guilt roll through me.

I thought of my daughter and her new marriage, feeling guilty for what Mason and I had done. I knew this might just be my own rationalization, but I felt deeply that it could help their marriage. Neither of them was happy with their current situation. None of us were. And besides I wasn’t trying to steal Mason away from her, I had no intentions of having his kids and marriage, just deep affection and an insatiable desire.

Driving home, these thoughts rolled through my mind. When I arrived, I saw Mason's truck outside of the house and felt nervous energy coursing through my veins. I went in and got a bottle of water and saw Mason pacing in the backyard on the phone. I could see the tension in his shoulders as he spoke. His words were calm and reassuring, but it looked like a really tense business call. One of the things my husband and I had loved most about my daughters’ handsome new husband was his entrepreneurial spirit. Just out of college he had begun a business entirely on his own, working with small wineries in the region and offering them premium distribution.

He hung up his call and tilted his head back, eyes closed and staring up at the sky, his back and shoulders tight with stress. My heart went out to him and I felt the need to soothe his worries. I slide open the kitchen door and he started, glancing back at the sound. I was watching for his expression as he saw me, and his eyes lit with desire and hunger before I saw him tempering those emotions.

“Problem at work?” I asked, motioning for him to come in. I went over to the Keurig and made us each a cup of coffee as he stepped in, somewhat nervously, and sat at the counter.

“Yea,” he said when he took a seat, “that was the wine buyer for Per Secto in New York, it turns out they got the wrong shipment and are short a number of wines for dinner service tonight.”

“Oh no,” I said, putting cream in our coffees and setting his before him. I stood in the kitchen and tried not to stare at the handsome young man’s broad shoulders and handsome, brooding face, “Is there anything you can do to fix it?”

“I don’t know,” he said, and the stress and tension bled into his voice as I’d never heard it before, “I just can’t seem to think clearly today,” he glanced up at me his cheeks reddening slightly, “Listen Sofia… about last night,”

“Do you think I want to steal you away from Emily?” I asked, cutting him off.

“No,” he said, shaking his head gently.

“Have either you or Emily been happy these past few months?”

“At times,” he said with a sad smile.

“You need something,” my words sounded measured and reasonable, but I felt an unreasonable fire and passion pushing me to these justifications, “that I can provide. I won’t lie to you and say it’s perfectly normal, but I do think you will both be happier.”

“And you?” He said, his dark eyes boring into mine.

“Yes,” I breathed, “perhaps it’s something I need too… to be needed again… wanted. We should be respectful of Emily, but if you ever need… relief,” my eyes held his, and I felt the flutter in my chest as I spoke, “just come to me.”

Mason stood abruptly and stepped back from the counter, his eyes intense as they tracked my face. I saw his desire flaring up even as that massive beast thickened in his pants. My eyes glanced down at it and my chest heaved with deeper and deeper breaths. No words were necessary. We had both come to the point of no return, for good or ill we were walking this path.

“Follow me,” I said then as I walked down the hall, his heavy footsteps following me. I felt my excitement building with each step. I stopped at the guest bedroom and walked in, closing the door behind him. Suddenly he was there, big and powerful. I looked up into his eyes and saw them tracing my face and down to my loose shirt and sports bra. I knew what he needed and so I pressed him back onto the bed, sitting on its edge.

There were no words between us, nothing had to be said. Our passionate glances spoke volumes. My fingers undid the buckle of his pants as I knelt before him. His powerful thighs sliding into view as I dragged them down. That massive beast of his flopping into view. I pulled off my shirt and felt his muscular hands on my body. Shock rolled through me as he pulled the sports bra up my arms. I looked up and saw his admiring smile as his hands cupped my breasts, pulling them up.

“Mmm,” I moaned as I felt his thick cock press against me, “sit back,” I purred, and he leaned back on his elbows.

I loved the way he looked at me, but my eyes were all over that beast between his legs. Before I even realized what I was doing I had a hand around the base and was pulling it back towards me. I kissed the soft tip and heard Mason’s breath catch in surprise, but I was too lost in my task to care.

My thick lips slipped over that mighty head, and I felt my jaws creak as I took him into my mouth. The smooth skin coating steely hardness filled me as I sucked him hard. My eyes glanced up and met his, and I saw the pleasure and surprise there. I licked him up and down, sucking and slurping on as much of his cock as I could fit into my mouth. All the while, my hands worked his shaft and occasionally dragged my nails lightly over his balls.

“You have a beautiful cock, Mason,” I whispered up to him, stroking it and letting my heavy breasts sway with the motion. I felt him tense at my words and his cock throb, “give me your cum… cum for me!”

His seed shot forth in jets that hit my tits, I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock and sucked out the rest. I wasn’t a big fan of the taste, but the look on my handsome son-on-laws face as I drank him down sent a shiver of pleasure through my body. I felt happy and fulfilled giving him this pleasure, and I tried to ignore the sopping mess within my panties. The smell of his musk was driving me wild. The beast stayed rock hard and one hand continued to stroke and jack him as I leaned back, looking down at the cum on my breasts.

“Keep sucking,” Mason said, his voice rough with need. The young man was a beast once he started, and I couldn’t help but imagine this massive cock ravaging my insides again and again. I looked up at him and smiled in submissive pleasure, letting him know that I loved it when he took charge. I pulled his cock back into my hot wet mouth and felt his large fingers slip into my hair, guiding me as he gently fucked my mouth.

The next orgasm was slower, and I was able to take my time, learning the trick that sent shivers of pleasure through Mason. He came with a loud grunt and I struggled to swallow it all down. Some spilling down my chin and onto my tits. I sat back breathing heavy and looked up at his relaxed and contented face.

“Now you go to work and kick ass,” I said with a big grin. He laughed at that and shook his head.

“That was amazing,” he said, “better than… well better than anything I felt before, thank you Sofia.”

“Like I said Mason, anytime,” I promised gently, “now you have to get out of here so I can clean up!”

He thanked me again before he left, and it overjoyed me to see the tension and stress in him was gone, and he walked out to his car with a bounce in his step. I stripped off my yoga pants and hopped in the shower. The massager got me off to a powerful orgasm as I imagined Mason taking me as many times as he needed, using me as his toy. The thought sent shivers through my pussy and I masturbated one more time after getting out of the shower, the fire within me barely banked.​