Misc. Erotica Mother-In-Law’s Menage

The company is quite small with only a dozen workers, two of which work in the offices with him. He handles most of the sales and orders. When I got there Mason greeted me at the door. I worried things might be awkward between us, but it was just the opposite of my great joy. The moment our eyes met, there was a comfort and familiarity that we had never really known together. He brought me into the offices and introduced me to the other ladies that worked there. One was an office manager, and the other handled the accounting and HR functions. He took me out into the warehouse and showed me around.

As we walked, I asked him questions about the company workflow. How purchase orders were converted into sales and then into work orders for the warehouse. Immediately I saw a glaring problem in their lack of process. The warehouse didn’t have a good system for keeping track of work orders. This hadn’t been a problem that Mason noticed till I pointed it out. Their scale had been so small that a couple of workers could easily handle it all. The more we talked with the warehouse employees, the more he saw how the issue from the day before had happened and how it could happen more often with worse results in the future.

The warehouse manager and his wife who handled the shipping and receiving were so relieved when I pointed out the problem and began to suggest different processes that could be put in place to correct it. Mason agreed to put some in place on a trial basis and then we would check back in with the warehouse in a week to see what was working and what wasn’t.

I was so excited to get to work I barely registered the desk Mason directed me to just outside his office and I pulled out my laptop and started working on putting the procedures in place that would solve the issue. The time passed by so fast I was surprised when the other girls in the office said they were heading out to lunch. They invited me to join them, but I said I’d brought lunch and I also really wanted to get this done.

I stepped into my son-in-law’s office and found him buried in excel spreadsheets. He gratefully set the work aside when I laid out the leftovers, reheated in the break room microwave. We talked of his new deal with the merchant out east and the possibilities of the partnership. He spoke of his dreams for the company and where he saw a lot of opportunities. I gave my advice, and he listened. That was probably the thing that struck my heart the deepest. He listened to my advice on his business with genuine interest and took it to heart.

When we were done eating, I cleaned up the food and set it aside. I stood feeling butterflies dancing in my stomach and locked his office door and turned back to him. I saw his eyes alight with the fire of desire as I slipped beneath his desk and pulled his zipper down, feeling wanton and wild. One of my biggest fantasies had always been to be fucked by my boss, bent over his desk. This was so close I nearly came as I felt his hot dick slip into my mouth. We were both nervous and took care to be as quiet as possible, the small sounds of my sucking mouth barely carrying in the small room. He came quickly, filling my mouth with his cum, I drank it down. Because it was him, I loved the taste and feel of it as it slid down my throat. The look of pleasure and contentment on his handsome face warmed me deep in a place I’d rarely felt feelings.

I slipped out of his office and sat at my desk. My pussy soaking through my panties as I squeezed my thighs together. That had been one of the wildest and craziest things I’d ever done, and it was all I could do to keep myself from getting up and doing it again. I clicked on the laptop and the problem took my mind away from thoughts of sex and lust, for a time at least. The other office girls came in smiling and chatting, having no idea that fifteen minutes before their hunk of a boss had been fucking his mother-in-law’s face.

That evening was Friday night, normally their date night, but Emily insisted I come out with them to celebrate the business's success and me joining the team. I spent extra time getting ready since we were heading to a really nice restaurant downtown. I wore a sleek red dress with a deep neckline and black heels that laced up the calves. I walked downstairs and Emily gave a wolf whistle as I walked down the steps.

“Damn mom you look sexy!” She turned to Mason, “Doesn’t she look hot?”

“You look gorgeous, Sofia,” he said, and I felt myself blushing furiously under his burning gaze. Emily looked from him to me and I saw her smirk of satisfaction and found it odd. We got an UBER and headed to the restaurant, enjoying a sumptuous meal and a few glasses of wine. Emily was outrageously flirty with Mason throughout the meal, but that was nothing new from her. When we got in the UBER to ride home, the three of us more than a little tipsy, we all piled into the back seat of the large car. Emily pulled Mason into a passionate kiss as soon as the light was off, and we were driving. The wet sounds of their lips locked together sent a small twinge of jealousy through me.

When I turned to look at them however, I couldn’t help but feel a heat rising within, the sight was so wanton and wild, now that I knew the beast my daughter tangled with each night. She was such a small thing; it looked like he could break her if he got too rough. And a part of me, a large part, wanted to watch them again. Images of her bent over and wailing in pleasure as he pounded into her with powerful thrusts danced in my head. I glanced forward, trying to get the images out of my fuzzy mind, and saw the driver looking back at us in the mirror. When I caught his eyes and glared at him, he went right back to driving and didn’t look back at the two of them again. I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper sliding down ever so gently, and I schooled my face not to look down. Then suddenly we were home, and Emily and Mason shifted as the light came on, suddenly innocent.

We walked into the house and I realized, as my steps wove back and forth beneath me, that I was drunker than I had thought. Once inside Emily put on some music and opened another bottle. We all sat down in the living room and chatted about the upcoming vacation in a week.

"You're going to love it, mom," Emily said, "It's all-inclusive and because it's remote and off-season the beaches and pools will be empty."

“It’s been years since I really spent any time in the sun,” I said, starting to enjoy the idea of laying out on the warm sand.

“There is a hiking tour of the ruins near the resort,” Mason said blinking his eyes owlishly, “I can’t… hic… can’t wait to see them.”

“Ruins?” Emily said in slurred mock anger, “You have a sexy young wife and her hot stepmom lying around in bikinis and you can only think about ruins?” Mason glanced at his wife his mouth open and at a loss for words for a second, then she burst out laughing, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss. I sat sipping my wine and watching the two of them kiss, feeling ignored. Mason was running his enormous hands all up and down her body, and I wished that was me he was holding. Emily set her wineglass aside and threw a leg over Mason's hips, her kisses desperate and passionate.

I saw her hand slip down between their bodies and her elbow rise and fall as she stroked him through his pants, then the sounds of his fly being popped, and zipper pulled down. Mason growled and my daughter yipped in pleasure as he picked her up, walking her out of the living room. I glanced down at myself and was surprised to see my legs were spread wide, one hand touching myself over my panties, as my big nipple pressed hard against the front of my dress. I quickly sat up and closed my legs.

"Sorry, mom!" Emily called looking over Mason’s shoulder as they were leaving the living room and gave me a wink.

I sat there for long breathless minutes before finally clearing up the glasses and heading upstairs to my room. What was happening to my once quiet life? I wasn’t sure of every emotion swirling around in me, but I could sense a touch of jealousy and guilt, but overriding these more powerfully was a taboo lust that had my knees weak with desire. I found myself long minutes later sitting before my mirror and brushing out my hair, staring off into the distance with wild thoughts running through my head. A light knock on my doorframe startled me. I turned to find Mason standing there, tall and imposing. The young man had on boxers and they tented out from his mighty wood.

I said nothing, letting my eyes roam over his body and he did the same to mine as I stood and walked to him. I took him by the arm and lead him to my bed, pressing him back and onto the soft mattress and dragging off his boxers. I could smell my daughter on him still. He had come to me straight from their marriage bed and the realization sent a flood of wetness to my sex. I could wait no more, I could put off my own titanic needs for not one more second. I pulled my nightdress up over my hips and Mason's eyes flared wide when I threw a leg over him.

His hands gripped my thighs, his breath hissing with desperate desire as I pressed the big fat head of his cock to my aching lips. I sank down on him, moaning out in joy as he stretched me wide. I felt him invade my depths, and then I rose and sank down even farther. My eyes were closed as I experienced the pleasure of being so full. His hands slipped up my thighs and pulled me down. His lips were on mine and a spark of wildness ran through me when I felt his soft lips and the stubble on his chin brushing my soft cheeks. I held onto his strong shoulders; the muscles rippling beneath my hand.

“Oh!... Oh… God Mason… Honey your cock is perfect…" He drove up into me with long slow thrusts, his dick just kept reaching deeper and deeper, until finally, I felt all of him inside me. My pussy wrapped around him so tight and my clit pressed into his pelvis and I felt the shuddering joy of a small orgasm ripped through my body. Then his strong hands gripped my ass and he grunted with desire and need as he fucked me.

“Fuck me, hard baby… fuck momma hard!” He drove up into me with ceaseless need as another orgasm built in me, his steady and hard thrusting blotting my mind out in pleasure I felt his cock pulsing and his thrusts grow erratic.

"I'm about to nut," he said in a warning and I pulled his lips to mine.

“Cum in me, I want to feel it,” I breathed, my voice unrecognizable to my ears.

His eyes were bright as they gazed into mine, and then I felt him go off. My own orgasm triggered as I felt his huge dick filling my little hole. My body ached from the passion of our sex and I calmed down, knowing that every other time in my life I had had sex, we were done once my husband had orgasmed. Mason was far from through with me, and my heart sang, and my body cried out for more as he rolled me over. His big dick still deep inside me. He pulled my nightdress up over my head and gathered one big breast in his hand. He sucked one big nipple into his mouth, the spikes of pleasure radiating out from it. He gripped my ass in one strong hand, and I felt my legs wrap around his hips. My hands sliding over his back, loving the feel of as muscles rippling beneath them. I took his firm tush in a hard grip and pulled him deeper into me.

We were wild rutting animals. My bedsheets strewn all over as he pounded me into the mattress over and over. I came beneath him, his substantial weight pressing me down, then I felt Mason shoot off inside me.

He calmed down then, leveraging himself back, his great cock sliding out of me, leaving me feeling empty and properly used. Looking down, his face beginning to twist in apology. But I wouldn’t have it, I sat up fast and kissed him, letting my tongue slide along his. My hand sliding down to wrap around his still rock-hard cock.

“You fucked my daughter with this beast,” I said, feeling his muscles tense in uncertainty even as his cock grew longer and harder at my words, “You came to me with her cum still coating your cock,”

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, “I was drunk… not thinking.”

“How did you fuck her?” I asked him, my lips grazing his. I stunned myself at my wicked words, but the taboo thrill had me in its grip and I was finding it incredibly arousing. Plus, the look of surprised lust on Mason’s face warmed me to the core.

“She was bent over,” he said, his voice breathless.

I grinned and kissed him then spun and bent over, whipping my hair over one should as I looked back at his big powerful form behind me.

"Show me," I said. His eyes blazed brightly in the darkness and I felt his hands grip my hips roughly, then he was inside me and driving deep in, “Oh fuck!” I moaned.

I would have continued to speak; the dirty talk was driving me just as wild as it was him. But his animal need drove all thought from my mind as he hammered me down into the bed. My aching pussy came again and again as he stretched me out. When Mason finally came, he filled me with so much of his cum I could feel it spilling out around his softening cock as he lay atop me, panting deeply. He lay beside me and I rolled over, loving his fingers as they traced patterns on my bareback. I rested my head on his muscular chest and felt a gentle peace wash through me as I nodded off to sleep.​