Misc. Erotica Mother-In-Law’s Menage

I cleaned around the house and started a roast in the afternoon. My daughter got home from work and sat around in the kitchen chatting with me about her day. When my son-in-law got home we all sat down to dinner. Mason was in a good mood and when Emily asked him how his day went, he gave a big grin.

“We had a major issue with a shipment not arriving, but it ended up working out to our advantage,” he said excitedly.

“Really?” Emily asked with a bright smile.

"A case of wine to a high-end restaurant in New York was mis shipped to a different restaurant,” his deep voice filling me with a warm fuzzy feeling, “When I tracked down the issue it turned out that it was on our end and I thought we were going to lose the contract. After lunch," he paused for a second, eyes glancing at me before continuing, "I got inspired and called a rival wine merchant back east. I talked to the owner and let him know my problem, and he agreed to fulfill the shipment to the restaurant that night for a percentage of our sales on the east coast.”

“Is that a good thing?” Emily asked, “That might add up to a lot more than the sale of a case of wine.”

“Oh, it definitely will,” Mason said smiling, “but their company has contracts with a few grocery chains out east and in the Midwest. Currently, he pays a premium for high-end bottles to fill their top shelves and with our costs being so much lower he will earn more on the commission of our sales into his markets. I got a proposal from his office just as I was leaving today. It looks like it will be a win-win for both of us.”

“That’s wonderful honey!” Emily said clapping.

“I’m so proud of you Mason,” I said, “What do you expect the demand to be from those new markets?”

“That’s a good question,” Mason said eyeing me anew, “It will be a doubling of our sales, and there is potential for demand to increase. The steady business will be exactly what the company needs right now.”

“Mom has her MBA,” Emily said when she saw her husband’s reassessing look, “she doesn’t mention it since she stopped working years ago, but she was once a shark.”

“Really?” Mason said with an interested smile.

“She exaggerates,” I said, “I worked for a small manufacturing firm as an operations manager, nothing like what you have been doing.”

“I bet you could be a big help mom,” Emily said with an excited smile, “It could be great for you, get out of the house and have something to do. I know Mason would appreciate the help.” Mason coughed, his cheeks coloring, and Emily looked at him in concern.

“Would you?” I asked, feeling the underlying tension in my words, but unable to stop it, “Would you want some help… around the office?” Mason coughed again and my smile deepened. I did not understand where this wildness was coming from in me, but I felt so alive.

“Yes,” he said looking up and meeting my eyes, “If you’re willing then I could find a job for you.”

“Perfect!” Said Emily, pouring wine into our glasses and emptying the bottle, “Lets toast!”

We toasted and chatted for the rest of the meal about where his company was and what needed to get done. I asked him pointed questions, and his knowledge of the business and facility reassured me with the numbers and information a good CEO should know. Emily and Mason helped clean the table, and then they headed out to their place while I set up to my room and watched my shows. I was getting more and more nervous as the evening went by until finally; I heard the sliding glass door slip open downstairs.

I practically leaped to my feet and raced downstairs. I got into the hall and Mason was right there, his big powerful hand slipping around my waist as he pulled me into the guest room. I bit my lip to keep myself from kissing the man and felt like a wanton whore as I dropped to my knees before him. He stood above me tall and commanding and I pulled free his giant tool.

I wrapped my lips around it like I was starving, and it was my first meal in days. I threw myself into the task, loving his gentle moans of pleasure and the throbbing feel of him in my hands and mouth. One hand slid down between my legs and I felt my wet pussy through my panties, that brief touch causing my body to shiver in pleasure, then Mason was cumming down my throat and I was drinking him as quickly as I could. I pulled my head away, letting the remains dribble down my chin as I felt my own orgasm approaching.

"You have needs too," Mason said with his deep voice and I looked up, my lust clouding my judgment, and saw his grin as he took me in. Then he sat down on the floor, his muscular arms pulling me between his legs, my back to his chest. I tried to say no, that this was too much of what I desperately wanted. His strong hands roamed my body, taking up my breasts in two handfuls and pinching and pulling down on my nipple, even as one hand slid down between my legs.

“Oh god!” I moaned when his calloused finger grazed my clit lightly. I could feel his hard cock pressed against my ass and back, and the thought of it so close to my aching pussy was driving me crazy. As his thick finger slid into me, I felt his warm breath on the back of my neck and his hand enjoying the feel of my body. I stifled the loud moan as my toes curled and I felt tingling pleasure rush through my entire body. I could never remember having such a powerful orgasm, not alone or with my husband. My complete body went slack and my mind was a fog of pleasure and warm feelings. I felt hands on my body drawing my top over my head and I sat up.

He was standing before me again, his eyes burning with desire, and I sat up, gathering my big breasts in two hands and wrapping them around his cock. I’d never done anything like this for my husband. The man had never been adventurous in the bedroom, but from his look of surprised pleasure, I knew Mason had thought about this. His thick cock felt amazing as it slid up and down between my breasts. It took a couple of moments for me to get the hang of wrapping my hands around his cock and using the soft flesh as a cushion. It was so long that the top brushed my chin as I drove down on him. Tilting my head forward I was able to lick his cock as it came at head my face, even sucking gently on the tip a few times. Mason's muscled tensed and I could feel his orgasm building in his heavy balls. I sucked in the head of his cock and worked his shaft with my breasts, loving the feel of him shuddering and sighing in pleasure as he shot off in my mouth.

Mason’s knees grew weak, and he sat back down on the ground heavily. I hadn’t had enough of him and he was still raging hard. So, I crawled between his legs and took his cock into my mouth, nursing and suckling it like a bottle, while he played with my breasts and then fingered me to another earth-shattering orgasm as his cum shot out across my breasts and neck.

He slipped out of the house and I staggered up to my room, feeling almost drunk on his cum. I collapsed onto my stomach, hands between my legs as I dreamed of what it would be like to be taken by that powerful man.

I woke the next morning early, excited for the day again. The guilt was still there, but I was rationalizing it to myself, and honestly, I was so turned on and wild with lust I could have convinced myself of anything. Emily came into the kitchen when I was making a cup of coffee to double-check that I would be able to help Mason out at his office.

“I didn’t mean to just spring that on you,” she said, “if you don’t want to do it, I understand, you have a pretty good life here. I just thought with dad gone, it might be nice to be needed again.”

“That was thoughtful honey,” I said, “I’m not sure what use I can be to his business, but it sounds like a great time to be joining.”

“There was something else I wanted to ask,” she said, her cheeks blushing, “I was wondering if I could help you dress… a little sexier around the house.”

“Why ever for?” I asked, glancing down at my workout clothes and feeling a shiver of worry creep into my mine.

“It’s Mason, mom,” she said, her face beet red now, “I was just thinking that maybe… oh never mind it’s a dumb thought.”

"What is it, honey?" I asked, now flooded with fear that we had been caught somehow and feeling awful for what we had done.

"Mom, would you come to Fiji with us?” She asked, changing the subject so fast it shocked me.

“Fiji? But that’s your delayed honeymoon trip,” I said in concern, “you’ve been planning it for months. What’s going on?”

“I just think it would be great for the three of us to go away together,” she said, the blush fading slowly from her cheeks. She seemed set on it, “A chance for you and Mason to connect as well.”

“Honey, I doubt there’s any son-in-law in the world that would want his mother-in-law on his honeymoon,” I said with a laugh.

"If you make sure to bring that red bikini and lounge by the pool a lot, I'm sure he wouldn't mind," Emily said with a laugh.

“I doubt he wants to see an old woman like me in a bikini,” I said, slightly scandalized. Then my brain filled with the image of Mason’s face filling with lust and desire as he saw my naked body and it was my turn to flush red.

“I catch him checking you out all the time,” she said offhandedly, “he is respectful, but I know he fantasizes about you.”

“Emily!” I said scandalized, but she just grinned a wicked grin and hopped down off the stool.

“Just make sure to pack the swimsuit!” She said as she slipped out the sliding glass doors.

My mind was troubled and afire with wild thoughts when I got to the gym, but a good hour-long workout had me clearheaded. I went home, took a shower and dressed in a nice gray skirt, beige blouse and grey business jacket. I put on a set of pearls, then looked in the mirror and took the pearls off, adding a locket with my daughters’ picture in it that was my favorite necklace. A final few touches to my hair and I looked myself over in the mirror. Happy with the result, I went out and drove to Mason’s warehouse and offices.​