Misc. Erotica Mother-In-Law’s Menage

I woke with a start, my head pounding from the wine and lifted it groggily to look around. My bed was a mess and the room smelled of sex. I smiled wide, ignoring the small spike of nervous worry at my terrible actions, and stretched out like a cat. Luxuriating in the feel of my pussy, aching and sure from the pounding it had received. I made my way slowly into the bathroom and took a long hot relaxing shower. I dressed in comfortable clothes and went down to make a cup of coffee.

As I was sitting down to read the news on my iPad the sliding glass door opened, letting in a burst of chill air. Emily came in, shutting the door behind her quickly, hands tucked beneath her armpits as she shivered.

“It’s cold out there,” she said with a shiver as she went over to the coffeemaker, “we are out of coffee pods, is it ok?”

“Of course, honey,” I said with a smile. Emily looked a little haggard, her hair in disarray and the impression of her pillow still on one cheek.

“We had a wonderful time last night,” she said as she waited for the coffee cup to fill, “Sorry if things got a little crazy at the end.”

“No need to apologize,” I said, “I had a great time last night… one of the best nights I’ve had in years.” It wouldn’t do to tell her that it might have been the best night of my life, because it certainly was the best sex of my life, by a big wide margin.

“Things didn’t get too crazy there for you at the end?” She asked, sitting down at the table, her face concerned.

“Not at all,” I said feeling nervous excitement but unsure why, “It might sound strange, but it warmed my heart to see how in love you two are. It was passionate and beautiful.”

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I knew what it would do to Mason,” she smiled a little mischievous grin and sipped her coffee with two hands.

“I’m glad I could be of help,” I said laughing a little nervously.

“Are you?” Emily said, gaze suddenly intense on me, “Happy to help?”

“Of course, honey,” I said with all sincerity, “I love you both.”

“That makes me so happy mom,” she said with a big smile, “Do you remember that issue I mentioned the other day?”

“The one about Mason… being too demanding?”

“Yea, but he isn’t too demanding,” she said, “his needs are just so great, I can never keep up with him. He has been so wonderful lately and things have been so great, but I worry he is unhappy, not getting his needs met.”

“I’m sure things will work out,” I said, “he is a good man, and he loves you.”

“I know mom,” she said, “I just want to do everything I can to make him happy. On that topic, there was something I wanted to talk about with you when we are in Fiji.”

“What is it?” I asked my voice concerned.

“We’ll talk about it then,” she said with a tight smile getting up from the table, “just promise me you’ll keep an open mind, ok?”

“Of course, Em,” I said, and she gave me a brief one-armed hug before heading back to their place.

That whole weekend my mind was distracted with memories of the incredible sex Mason and I’d had. I ached to feel him again and so on Sunday when Emily went to brunch with her girlfriends; I found myself once more on my back with his tongue between my legs. He licked and touched my sex with gentleness and looking down at his handsome face, filled with joy as he pleasured me, I came with screaming need. Then he was between my legs, his big thick cock stretching me out as he took me, the walls of my pussy milking the cum from his cock. After he came, he stayed hard, the beast in him just awakening He took me bent over the bed, his hand in my hair pulling me back, a hand gripping my hip hard as he hammered me. Again, and again he came in me as we fucked all over the bedroom. I was sore and exhausted, but more satisfied than I had thought possible. I took a nap, and he left to go shower before Emily returned, and my whole body melted into the mattress as the tenderness receded slowly.

The next week went by faster than I would have imagined. Mason's business was humming, and I had a great week there. The process I had designed seemed to be working out for the warehouse staff. Shipments were heading out faster and there was real accountability now to track and ensure everything got delivered to the right place and on time. Emily was in a great mood all week. She spent each night planning for the trip to Fiji we were about to head on, making lists as she does for everything.

Mason would come to me each evening and I would take care of his needs. Often getting him off once with a blowjob. I learned what the man liked as my jaw and tongue worked him up and over the threshold. Then he would take me, the raging inferno within the man making him like a beast and I loved being used by him. He made me cum so many times those evening that I would sleep like the dead, and wake feeling refreshed and alive each morning. He came to me twice after making love to Emily. The first time he tried to keep me from his cock, but my eyes met his and the taboo thrill coursed through me as I sucked my daughter's cum off his cock, tasting their love. He spilled his seed in seconds and I knew his kinky mind had been dreaming of just such a thing. I surprised myself with my openness and the depravity to which I was sinking. It was all so wonderfully wicked that I couldn’t find the will to stop. Twice more I sucked him off during lunchtimes and one day he pushed me into a closet after hours, when the place was empty, lifting my skirt and taking me from behind hard and fast.

Friday finally arrived, and I woke early, packing for the trip. I was feeling naughty and packed several sets of lingerie, evening dresses and the red bikini Emily had insisted several times that I pack. We piled into Emily’s car and drove into the city to the airport. I love to travel, love airports and flights and seeing new places and cultures. It was one of the things my husband and I had always enjoyed doing together and I felt a touch sad and nostalgic as we boarded the plane. Emily could sense it. She had gone with us on many trips over the years and knew what I was feeling. She hugged my arm and rested her head on my shoulder as we walked down the ramp.

Our seats were in the back of the plane. Mason stowed our carryon above, and Emily slipped to the window seat, Mason in the middle and I took the aisle. Once we were in the air Emily ordered three mimosas and we toasted the trip.

“To the most beautiful women in my life,” Mason said smiling and holding his glass up.

“To new experiences,” I said, and Emily clinked her glass to mine.

"I'll drink to that," she said, "and to keeping an open mind," she winked at me and I wondered what she was getting at as we all sipped our drinks.

Soon we were cruising, and the cabin lights went off. Emily pulled out the blanket and covered us up. Mason turned on a sports game on the seat rest screen and I pulled out my iPad and began to read my book. Emily snuggled up to Mason's side, lifting her armrest and burrowing under the blanket. I was just lost in the romance I was reading when a small movement out of the corner of my eye caused me to glance down. I saw the motion of Emily’s arm and the blanket moved up and down over Mason’s crotch.

Stunned, I glanced up and met Mason’s eyes as he glanced at me sideways. His face showed signs of strain and his cheeks were flushed. Looking down again I saw Emily’s eyes open from her pretend sleep, her head not moving as our eyes met. Hers were wide as she watched for my reaction, her hand paused in its ministrations under the blanket. My breathing was heavy, and my nipple grew hard, pressing against my shirt. Emily smiled slightly and winked at me and I saw her hand begin to move again. Long slow seconds turned dragged on into long minutes as her hand stroked him slowly and gently.

Something passed between my daughter and me as I watched the blanket move, wishing there was no blanket at all, and I could watch her pleasure that gorgeous cock. Emily pressed the blanket down for one second and the outline of his big dick was pressed against it and I couldn’t help the inaudible sigh of pleasure that escaped my throat. Then her hand worked him quickly, each of us breathing hard and then Mason went tense, his breathing irregular until he slumped back into his chair. Emily slowly slid her hand back a look of satisfaction on her face.

My hands were shaking as I undid my buckle. Standing on wobbly legs I made my way to the tiny bathroom and once the door was locked behind me, I ripped my panties down my legs and worked myself to a silent, powerful orgasm. I felt so naughty and wrong, and so incredibly alive at the same time. My whole body relaxed, I climbed back into my seat and saw Mason and Emily were sleeping or trying to. I reclined the seat and drifted off to dreams of impossibly kinky things.​