The first time we met was when I needed to refill my prescription for atorvastatin. She smiled when I handed her the prescription and told me to wait and that it would be ready in less than 15 minutes. I sat in the waiting area across from her and watched her at work. She was pretty and smiled at everybody who needed help. At one point, there was a commotion among the pharmacy staff. She was the only calm one and continued to grin. Seeing a young girl who was pretty and nice always attracted me. Since I broke up with my girlfriend about a month earlier, I thought of ways to ask her out.
As luck would have it, my medication was ready after 17 minutes of waiting. When she called me to get it, I smiled at her and said, "Lady, you screwed up royally. It was more than the 15 minutes you promised, so you owe me. May I have a coffee with you?"
She laughed, "If I go out with everybody who gets his drug later than promised, I won't have time to do other things."
"Please, do me the honors, and I'll tell you about my many travels abroad."
"You are too young to have seen many countries."
"I visited 57 countries, including exotic ones. I can show you my pictures to prove it."
She sighed, "I finish at 4 pm. If you are around, we can have a coffee at the nearby Dunkin Donuts."
"Thank you. I'll see you then."
I arrived slightly before 4 pm and waited for her to leave work. Only when she came from behind the counter I could see her body. She was about 5'5", 120 pounds. Her body seemed OK, although it was tough to judge with her loose pants and blouse.
We sat down, and when our drinks were ready, I brought her latte and my espresso to our table.
Her eyes inspected me before saying, "My name is Ella. I know you are Grant from your prescription. So, what interesting countries did you visit?"
"Among the more exotic ones - South Africa, The Maldives, Easter Island, and Cambodia. Have you traveled abroad?"
"In my dreams. I haven't had time to do it yet. I began working in the pharmacy immediately after finishing school. I hoped to work for 2 years before starting to think about other things, including trips. So, which one of your destinations made the most impression?"
"It's very hard to say. Each place has its own attractions and charm, and often, the overall impression depends on other things like the length of stay, weather, the company you travel with, and luck. So what place did you dream of going to?"
"Mostly Hawaii. I've heard about the islands, and one day I'll go there."
"I've been to Hawaii 3 times and enjoyed Kauai, Maui, and The Big Island. Each island has unique attractions that are worth a visit."
We continued chatting, and both felt a connection. At one point, she looked at her watch and realized it was 6 pm. She stood up and apologized, "Grant, it was nice to meet you, but it's becoming late, and I have to go home."
"May I call you and see you again?"
'Yes, you can, but usually, after a day's work, I am tired. If you are free, I prefer to meet you on the weekend."
"I can pick you up from home, and we can stroll in the nearby state park."
"I'll meet you at the entrance to the park on Saturday at 10 am. OK?"
I thought Ella was too embarrassed I'd see her house or family members and agreed.
I dressed in jeans pants, and a tee shirt and drove to the park. I arrived early and saw her parking her Toyota Corolla. She looked very different this time; Her long brown hair was tied in a ponytail, and she wore pants with a tight short sleeved blouse. She looked like a teenager.
I greeted her and laughed, "Ella, you look fantastic and very young. I hope you are at least 18. I do not want to be found guilty of being with a minor..."
She grinned, "Thanks for the compliment, but I am 25. In any case, we are just walking together, and I think you are allowed to do it with a minor."
The stroll was lovely. The day was nice, and we walked between the large trees, finding several types of mushrooms. She knew which ones were poisonous vs those which were eatable. A couple of deer crossed the road, ignoring us. The trail led to an uphill climb. She tripped slightly on slippery stones. I grabbed her hand and helped her up. I continued holding her hand later as well. Ella did not try to free her hand. The rest of our walk was hand in hand. We talked very little, each one feeling our bond deepened and chat was not needed.
When we were back at our cars, I kissed her softly on her lips and asked her when I could meet her again. She smiled, "If you want, we can see a movie tomorrow. The movie Poor Things plays at 7 pm."
"I heard the movie is weird but was done well and got good reviews. How would you like me to meet you?"
"I'll be at the theater 5 minutes before the movie begins."
I met her there dressed in clean khakis and a white, long sleeved shirt. This time, her hair was loose, and she had red lipstick on. Ella wore a pretty dress and looked very attractive. I whistled appreciatively. Ella blushed, "Thank you. You look very good yourself." We sat on the side seats in the last row.
As the lights dimmed, she leaned her head on my shoulder. I hugged her and kissed her lips. Her lipstick tasted good. After the kiss, she gazed at my face. I Kissed her again, and she spread her lips for me for a French one. My tongue explored her oral cavity. She tasted sweet. I left my hand on her shoulder and massaged her upper arm lightly. Then, in the dark, Ella turned her back to me and leaned on my chest. As a result, my hand slipped over her chest. I moved it back to her shoulder, but she took my palm and placed it on her covered breast. It was perky, likely a B-cup, and I felt her nipple harden. I caressed it and then fondled it, hearing her moan. She put her hand on my thigh and massaged it mildly.
After 20 minutes of ads and clips of future movies, the feature film started. We concentrated on the screen as my hand continued kneading her boob over her dress.
About half an hour into the movie, I felt her body tense. I pinched her covered nipple gently, and Ella groaned. Then she grabbed my hand and inserted it inside her cleavage. Her bare tit was warm and smooth. My fingers found her tiny, stiff nipple and tweaked it. She gasped and trembled somewhat. I turned her face toward me and French kissed her again. Her hand began trailing up my thigh, and soon she reached my groin. By that time, my penis was at full mast.
Ella rubbed it over my pants and whispered, "Grant, I feel you need help. Interested?"
"I'd love to."
Her fingers fumbled with my fly and unzipped it, cautious not to trap my member in the zipper. Then she lowered my briefs and bobbed her palm over it. She smiled at me, "You have a monster dick. I hope I won't choke on it."
She bent, and her lips wrapped around the sponged head. She milked it and then glanced at me, "You must be very aroused. Your precum welcomed me."
"Ella, you are very sexy, and your mouth is doing an excellent job on my rod. What did you expect?"
"Nothing YET, but pretty soon to solve your little... let me rephrase it, huge problem."
"Do you want me to hand you a tissue?"
"I don't think it will be needed."
As her bobbing of my cock intensified, I unzipped the upper part of her dress and unclasped her bra. I pushed sideways the dress straps, and it fell to her waist, with the bra landing on her lap.
Since her head was on my groin, I could not see her tits, but I was able to massage the one closest to me. Her head moved faster on my prick, encompassing almost all of it and then milking it on the way out. Ella was doing a commendable job, and I felt my climax was pending.
"Ella, I am going to cum in seconds..."
She increased her speed, and I erupted in her mouth shortly after, filling her mouth with my goo. She expertly vacuumed my pecker until nothing was left and then grinned, "Your cum is yummy. I like to give head, but not always the taste of a man's ejaculate. In your case, both were better than expected."
"Thank you, both for the compliment and the fantastic BJ. And what about you?"
"Despite missing some scenes, I'd like to continue seeing the movie. But afterward, we can go to your house and finish what we started here."
"Sounds like a good idea."
Driving home was fun. The Ella who went to the movie was completely different from the one who exited the theater. She turned to me, unbuttoned my shirt, and massaged my pectorals with one hand while her other unzipped my fly and kneaded my organ nonstop. The lady was on the prowl! My cock answered the challenge by rising for the occasion. I was 200 yards from home when her mouth latched onto my prick. I parked the car, in my mind, thanking god for helping me avoid a collision on the road. I lifted her head tenderly and said, "Girl, we are home. Let's get in and continue enjoying the fun we started there."
Ella went to the bathroom and reappeared naked. She approached me and, without talking, started undressing me. I smiled and let her do it. Once I was naked, her mouth found my nipple and sucked it hard as her hand grasped my rising tower and squeezed it. She whispered, "Grant, I am horny as never before. Watching your god-sent body increases my appetite tremendously. Fuck me!"
"You were nice to me in the theater. Do you want me to return the favor?"
"Some other time. Right now, I want you to ravage my body and drill me with your beautiful tool until I see stars."
Ella was insatiable; I pounded her body for half an hour continuously. She climaxed 3 times and was ready for more. After her 3rd time, I came like gangbusters deep in her vagina. Five minutes later, she was ready for more. We rested for 15 minutes before placing her on her knees and elbows and ramming my cock in her pussy mercilessly for 20 minutes. Two minutes after I began plowing into her, Ella went into a status orgasm that ended long after I dumped the rest of my testicle content into her womb.
We were tired and slept for 2 hours before waking up. She looked at me admiringly, "Grant, you were awesome. Please drive me to my car. I need to return home. Now that you had sex with me, are you still interested in seeing me again?"
"Of course. More than ever!"
She grinned, "Good. I think we'll be a good match. I like you, and sex with you is out of this world. By the way, if you are not busy next weekend, I'd like to introduce you to my parents."
"Sounds good."
She scribbled something on a piece of paper and said, "If you do not regret your decision, call me at the phone number I left to find out what time you should be at my house for dinner on Saturday. Until then, if you are in the mood for hanky-panky, let me know..."
Back to her car, she insisted on me driving with my fly open. She rested her head on my lap and used my cock as a pacifier. When we separated, she murmured, "I love my new pacifier. It feels good in my mouth, and when hard, it devours me like never before." She French kissed me and left.
On my way home, I thought to myself, I never had such a cock-crazy woman before. I considered MY sex drive to be above average, but she was much hungrier than me. I liked the idea and was anxious to meet her folks.
During the week, I met her twice after work, and as expected, both times, the sex was wild. The first time, she rode me for almost an hour and came multiple times. The second evening, when I asked Ella if she wanted to try a different position, she uncharacteristically seemed embarrassed. I inquired, "What is it?"
"...I wish to try anal... I did it once before, and it was pleasurable, but the guy I dated then had a much less impressive dick..."
"We can do it. I promise to be patient and take it easy unless YOU ask differently."
In the past, I've done anal 3 times. One of the girls hated it and refused to repeat it. The other 2 liked the latter part but complained the initial part was painful.
I let Ella suck my cock, which I knew helped her get in the mood. At the same time, I pinched her nipples, making her hornier. I turned her to lay on her abdomen, spread her legs wide, and thrust my member into her pussy. I used slow, hard strokes as my hand spread an abundant amount of KY jelly on her crack. I continued fucking her cunt and penetrated with my forefinger into her puckered hole. She gasped and began quivering. I inserted a second finger and made circular movements in her anus to dilate her circumference. Her shivering became stronger. I spanked her round tushie once. She shook violently. I spanked the other cheek and continued doing it at an increasing power. Then I pulled her hips up so she was on her knees, removed my fingers, and gingerly advanced into her back hole with my stiff member while continuing to slap her ass cheeks.
Ella screamed her heart out. In the beginning, I could not tell if this was related to her pleasure or pain. However, soon her butt countered my movements, reassuring me she loved my action. I accelerated my strokes, fucking her asshole with abandon. It was much tighter than her vagina, and her constant climax-spasming pussy heightened my arousal further. I ejaculated a ton of spunk in her bowels before rolling on my side and catching my breath.
Ella rested motionless for a long time before raising her head, "Honey, you are a sex god. I never knew sex could be THAT good."
I smirked, "For a price, I might agree to fuck you again in the future."
She smiled, "How much?"
"A good French kiss, no less!"
She grinned, "You drive a hard bargain. I'll need to consult my parents about it. Jokes aside, don't forget to be at my house on Saturday at 6:30 pm for dinner."
I said, "Are you sure? I've never met your parents before, and I hate to make your mother slave preparing a meal for me."
She chuckled, "You don't know anything about my family, do you?"
"How would I know? We discussed several subjects, and lately, sex occupied our time more than anything else, but you never mentioned anything about your family, not even your last name.
"Grant, dress neatly, not with a tie or a jacket, but clean clothes. You'll get all the information you want over dinner."
I google-mapped Ella's address and it focused on a mansion on Lake Drive. WTF!
Until that moment, I thought she didn't want to talk about her family because they were poor or, god forbid, criminals...
I dressed nicely and brought with me a dozen yellow and pink roses and a good cognac. I rang their bell on time, and Ella opened the door for me. She was dressed in a long evening gown and looked amazing. I kissed her lightly. She noticed the flowers and alcohol and smiled, "That's nice of you. Here, let me introduce to you my father. Mom is still dressing up for her entrance."
I saw a man in his mid 50s, about 5'11", 220 pounds, slightly balding, with a bulging belly, and a pleasant smile. He extended his hand to me, "Hi, I am Jack. I heard a lot about you. It seems Ella found somebody she really likes because until now we weren't allowed to meet her former boyfriends."
I gave him the cognac and grinned, "I hope not to disappoint you."
And then the mother showed up. She wore a tight black dress with 3" pumps. Her face showed a significant amount of mascara and red hot lipstick. She was about 5'7", 130 pounds, with massive tits that were only partly covered by her generous cleavage.
"Mom, this is the not-so-smart guy, Grant, who, despite my flaws, agreed to go out with me. And this is my mother, Diana."
I handed Diana the bouquet of flowers and said, "Ma'am, was Ella adopted? You look too young to be her biological mother."
She had a cute smile, "Ella was right. You ARE a gentleman." Her eyes inspected me up and down, and she added, "And you look good, too."
I joked, "Diana, I had to have at least one good thing to capture your daughter's heart."
She leaned into my ear and whispered, "The way I was told, you conquered more than just her heart."
I stared at her, and she winked at me, "Guys, let's go to the table. Sofia is signaling to me from the kitchen the meal is ready."
We went to the large dining room. Jack sat at the head of the table, I sat to his right with Ella by my side, and Diana sat on Jack's left, in front of me.
Jack asked me about my job, and I said I was a software analyst and worked mostly from home. He seemed to be happy with my answer and commented, "Yes, the future is in computers and AI, so if you are good at what you do, your future is secure." I planned to say something, but his phone rang, and he left the table to get it. He returned a couple of minutes later and announced, "Unfortunately, I have to go. We have an emergency. Young guy, it was nice meeting you."
The dinner was delicious and included lobster bisque soup, beet salad, pepper steak with baked potatoes and green beans, red Malbec wine, and a choice of creme brulee or European style apple pie. I had to admit I had never eaten such a tasty meal, even in good restaurants.
Later, we sat in the living room and talked. Diana asked me questions about my travels. I answered politely, but I got the impression her interest was more physical than trips-related as her eyes moved multiple times down my body, sneaking peeks at my groin. Initially, I found it to be strange, but then it occurred to me that Ella might have talked to her Mom about our sex life. I wasn't certain about it, but it was the only logical explanation I could think of. Our chat was pleasant, and the more time passed, the easier it was to talk, probably as a consequence of realizing Diana wasn't trying to mock me, as well as the alcohol.
Before leaving, I kissed Diana's cheek and Ella's lips. Diana said, "Grant, you are always welcome here. See you again soon."
The following day, Ella texted me, 'Honey, my parents loved you. Thank you for being patient with them. See you later.'
Ella and I continued seeing each other every weekend and at least 3 times during the work week. We even found time to travel to Maui for a week. We loved spending time together. Our sex drive did not diminish. We used the common positions as well as original variations in all 3 holes. I liked sex. A lot. But Ella CRAVED sex. She used every opportunity to get it. We even experimented doing it outdoors a couple of times.
A year later, we got married. I thought we should live in my house, but Ella said she didn't like it. When I inquired why, she said bluntly, "The kitchen is too small, the closet space is not enough, and I do not like the master bathroom. Let's move to my house. We have 5 extra rooms nobody is using now, so in addition to having one as our bedroom, you can have a workroom, too. The bathrooms are much better. Sofia arrives every day at 2 pm. She won't disturb you. In addition to cleaning, she will do our laundry and prepare dinner."
I wasn't convinced it was such a good idea to live with her parents under the same roof, but I didn't want to argue. I was willing to try, and if I didn't like it there, move to my house or rent an apartment until we could afford to buy a house. Neither Ella nor I wanted the parents to help pay for a house. It was enough that we stayed at their house and had free dinners and laundry services.
I was used to working on my computer at home. I had my routine: Eat breakfast, work for an hour and a half, exercise in my room for half an hour, work another hour, and then sit on the balcony for 20 minutes to watch the neighborhood. Later, I grabbed a sandwich with yogurt and continued working as much as needed until I was done.
The huge new house did not give me the same vibe. Ella and I ate breakfast together at 7 am, and she left for work at 7:30 am. And then I was alone in our quarters.
The first day, after Ella left, I went to check the rest of the house wearing a tight tee shirt with my shorts. I didn't expect anybody to be at home. Nobody was in the kitchen, but I heard noises coming from the other side of the house. I moved quietly, and in one of the rooms, I saw Diana doing yoga in front of a mirror, with background music playing, and the voice of a yoga instructor heard as well. I stood by the open door and watched her perform various poses. She wore yoga leggings and a bra outfit that barely covered her voluptuous tits.
Initially, she continued as before, and I was not sure if she noticed me, but after 10 minutes, she looked at me through the mirror and smiled, "Grant, come on in. Sit down and watch if you are interested."
"Diana, you look terrific in these yoga clothes. The exercises must be very helpful."
"Thank you, young man. You look great yourself, and you do not do yoga."
"I do other exercises."
She smirked, "Except for working out in the bedroom with Ella, do you do anything else?"
I blushed, "Lately, I rarely go to the health club, but every morning, I exercise for half an hour."
"Good to know. I'd love to watch you work out, too."
"No problem. After eating breakfast with Ella, I'll be working for about an hour and a half on my computer and start my exercise at 9 o'clock."
"I'll visit you then."
I returned to my room and got busy working on my computer. At 8:55, I removed my tee shirt and began my routine: Squats, planks, lunges, and push-ups. Twenty minutes into it, I spotted Diana leaning on the door frame, watching me. She had a funny expression I could not decipher. I finished 50 push-ups and stood up, all sweaty.
I gazed at Diana and smiled, "What do you think?"
"Your body reminds me of a Roman god."
"Thank you. By the way, I still recall the first time I ate dinner here. The food Sofia made was excellent, but it was full of calories. If she made you similar meals every evening, how could you keep such a gorgeous figure?"
"Grant dear, you always start talking to me with a compliment. Are you an exceptional gentleman? Want something? Or just flirting?"
I laughed, "I wouldn't say I am a gentleman, and I do not need anything. Seeing you handle the difficult poses with such grace is an attractive and sensual sight."
She grinned, "Interesting. We feel the same way about the other's workout. I suspect on occasion, we'll watch each other exercising again."
"Sure. Any short break from work will be nice."
Later in the day, I tried to do my job, but for some reason, Diana's split pose appeared before my eyes and distracted me. Ella returned at 4 pm and asked how my first day was. I said I explored the house and saw her Mom doing yoga. She chuckled, "Yes, I am not sure if I told you, but she does yoga most mornings at home, and then she does other exercises later, mostly in the club."
The 4 of us ate dinner together. I talked a little. Most of the chatting was between Ella and Diana, although frequently, I noticed the mother sneaking peeks at my body.
After dinner, Ella grinned at me, "Honey, all day, I thought about abusing you in our new place. If you are not going to fuck me soon, I'll need to use diapers."
"I'll be happy to oblige. I am somewhat horny too."
She smirked, "Why are YOU aroused? Did you read literotica during your break?"
"I remembered an episode on Mad Men where Christina Hendrix was flirting with John Hamm."
"Well, honey, Unless you want me to undergo breast augmentation, boobs like hers do not exist in this house. Let me rephrase it: Mine are definitely much smaller, although Mom's are almost the same size as Christina's."
"Ella, let's stop the talking. It's time to see if you are tired or ready to be plowed."
"Yes, Master."
In the next hour, I pounded her body mercilessly, tweaked her tits, pinched her nipples hard, and spanked her ass roughly. Ella's body shook uncontrollably, and she screamed like crazy. I didn't mind and enjoyed the show. At a certain moment, I saw a shadow under the door. It didn't move for a few moments and then disappeared. I didn't think it was Jack...
The following morning, after breakfast, I walked toward Diana's quarters to watch her yoga. This time, she wore sheer yoga leggings and a sports bra that showed more cleavage. I stared at her, hypnotized by her sexy body, especially her creamy massive tits.
For a while, she glanced at me in the mirror, and then she said, "Grant honey, it seems the yoga interests you much less than my boobs. Am I right?"
"Diana, you perform the yoga poses beautifully, but your body is every man's wet dream. Are you surprised I stare?" She gazed at the tent in my pants, grinned, stayed quiet, and completed her routine.
When she was done, I moved back to my room and completed the project I was supposed to finish. Diana's tits floated before my eyes as if daring me to touch them.
I started my exercises at 9 am. After 5 minutes, I saw Diana standing by the door. She had on a short, sheer, white lingerie. I stopped in my tracks and ogled her body. I could see her enormous mammaries pushing forward the barely-there cloth with the large, darker areolas. Her dirty-blonde bush hair was seen too. Diana's figure oozed sex. My cock engorged within seconds and tried to force its way up the waistband of my shorts.
I stuttered, "Diana, wheen I glanced at you in evening dress, I thought youu looked amazing. In yooga clothing, you looked very sexy. And now, you aare too much for my eyes. If you were not Ella's mother, I would haave carried you to my bed and had sex with you foor hours."
She smiled sweetly, "Honey, I heard you guys last night. I was able to fall asleep after masturbating for an hour. Ella got her high libido from me. Unfortunately, her father's libido had declined over the years, and now it is very low. Compare your Adonis-like body versus his, and you'll understand my point."
"Diana, are you trying to seduce me?"
"If Mrs. Robinson could do it in The Graduate, why not? You had a prolonged, wild sex last night, and your body reacts to seeing me as if you haven't had sex in ages. The way I see it, your sex drive is above average, and if you take me to bed, Ella will have plenty left."
"Diana, your body is perfect, and I cannot deny the animalistic attraction to ravage your body. But for god sake, I am your daughter's husband!"
"Well, darling, as I said; In my opinion, you can get something extra," she cupped her marvelous tits, "and enjoy both worlds. If I thought that by tempting you, Ella would lose something, I wouldn't have done it, but I see there can be enough for both of us. Why not?"
"The fact that all 4 of us sit at dinner while you wish to bed your daughter's husband behind her back does not bother you at all?"
"Grant, let me explain it to you differently. When a person is stuck on an island for a long time with nothing to eat, she would compromise on many principles to satisfy her hunger! I am in a similar situation: You look awesome and stroll half naked in my house. You get easily aroused watching my body. I hardly have sex with Jack, and even when it happens, compare his body and libido to yours and get the picture. Again, if I thought my daughter would get less than she wished, I'd be in bed now, masturbating and fantasizing about you."
I watched her smiley face and was tempted to rip her clothes off and fuck her silly on the carpet. However, my cortex ordered me to stop it. I said, "Diana, I agree with everything you said, but I know if I did it, my guilt trip would kill me."
She mumbled, "OK, honey, I can wait. See you at dinner."
Ella arrived home half an hour early, smiling broadly, "Sean had 3 tickets to the Broadway show Wicked here in town. He just found out his wife and child had Covid. He gave me the 3 tickets for free and allowed me to leave early. Mom and Grant, it starts at 7. We can eat dinner earlier, and we'll have ample time to get there."
Ella's cheerful mood was contagious, and pretty soon, Diana's earlier seductive provocation was (almost) forgotten. I shaved, put on my favorite aftershave, and dressed nicely. The girls took their time, and each one of us ate at a different time, separately. At 6:20 pm, we were ready to leave, and Jack wasn't home yet. Ella dressed nicely in a midi-style white dress and 2" heel shoes. She had also light red lipstick and a large pearl necklace. Diana wore a short, tight red dress with a cleavage that left little more than her nipples unseen. Her shoes were matching red 3" heels. She added ruby red lipstick, mascara, and a long necklace with the jewel hidden deep between her twin peaks.
Ella saw her Mom and commented, "With this dress, all men will look at you, and only women will remember what the show was all about."
Diana giggled, "If men prefer to ogle something that their mothers and wives have too, sure. Why not?"
I inspected her body up and down and whistled but didn't say a word. Diana watched my eyes and grinned.
The drive took half an hour. The line was long and we realized we had good seats 5 minutes late. Fortunately, Wicked began 15 minutes after we sat. Ella was on my left and Diana to my right.
The lights dimmed and the first scene appeared - The citizens of Oz celebrating the death of the wicked witch. The audience cheered. Ella grabbed my closest hand and wrapped it around her shoulder. We both leaned back. Ten minutes later, there was a scary scene. Diana moved closer to me, leaned her head on my right shoulder, and placed my hand around her as well. I rubbed her upper arm gently.
We continued focusing on the show, and then Diana turned her back to me. As a result, my right hand slipped onto her huge rack. I froze. Diana did seem unfazed and continued sitting in her new position. I gingerly shifted my palm back to Diana's upper arm, but she placed it again over her covered breast, revealing her initial move was intentional. It reminded me of what happened when I went to the movies with Ella.
I left my hand there, and a couple of minutes later, her small palm covered mine and started massaging her chest with both. I glanced at Ella. She was mesmerized by the good witch in the play and ignored us.
I stared at Diana. She looked back at me and winked. I let her move my hand over her upper dress. A short time later, she bent forward, which caused her dress to separate from her breasts, and pushed my fingers onto her bare tit... I was shocked. I didn't dare to move my hand and gazed at my left. Ella was still focused on the show.
My cock jolted in my pants and threatened to rip the front of my pants. It didn't have enough free space and was positioned in a crooked way. Both my hands were occupied, and I tried to shift my body to adjust its position. It was not successful. Diana noticed my movements and whispered, "Leave it to me. While I help you, continue pleasuring my breast."
I whispered, "Are you crazy? Your daughter is less than a yard from you. What if she sees you playing with my erection?"
She murmured sweetly, "I'll tell her that, as a good mother in law, I was relieving your suffering."
Diana unzipped my fly slowly and then lowered my briefs to expose my full-mast pole. She smiled, "Honey, it's so exciting to feel its warmth and hardness right here, where you are stuck in your chair and cannot leave... Just so that you know, if you weren't such a chicken, I would have sucked you and solved your problem the more enjoyable way."
Subsequently, her hand began bobbing my cock. My arousal grew exponentially, and at a certain point, I became careless. I kneaded Diana's tit and rolled her hardening nipple between 2 fingers. I came within 3 minutes, spewing my goo like a geyser. The first jet flew up and hit the back of the seat before me. The other 4 jets were stopped by Diana's palm as she collected the slimy spunk in her fist. When I was done, she brought the fist to her mouth and licked my seed greedily. She waited patiently until my dick shriveled enough and carefully tucked the organ back in my pants.
When Diana finished, she turned her face to me, opened her fist, and inhaled the residual smell of my sperm juice. I was stunned by her ignoring the audience and giving me a hand job in public while being so close to her daughter, my wife!... She was something else.
I was hypnotized by Diana's chutzpah and was motionless. Then, as her chest was heaving with lust, I remembered my right hand. I rubbed her warm orb gently. She whispered, "Big boy, you owe me more than massaging my breast." I smiled at her.
Toward the end of the show, I removed my hand from Diane's chest, and she rearranged her dress. When the lights were turned on, both of us were ready. Ella's face showed elation, "It was so beautiful. I almost cried. Did you guys enjoy it too?"
We looked at each other and answered together, "Yes."
Driving back home, Ella did much of the talking, praising the performance of the various actors. Diana and I agreed with everything she said. Ella was so enthralled that she did not suspect anything.
I parked the car and waited for the ladies to get out. When they were by the door, Diana lifted her daughter's chin, grinned at her, and kissed her cheek. Ella chuckled, "What was that all about? By the way, your hand smells funny. Did you touch something on the way to the car?"
"Probably. I'll wash my hands once we get inside."
Diana entered the closest bathroom to wash her hands, and Ella went to the other one. Diana exited first and blurted, "Grant, tonight you are Ella's, but tomorrow you are mine. No more excuses." I just smiled.
When Ella was done, I showered as well and entered our bed with clean underwear. Ella hugged me, "Honey, thank you for going with Mom and me. It was lovely. You smell soapy fresh. My pheromones are through the roof." Her hand gripped my flaccid organ, and she announced, "I think your buddy needs resuscitation. Hey, buddy, mama is on the way to give you mouth-to-mouth CPR."
She bent on my member and began moving up and down on it using what we called The Dyson Technique. Each time my organ exited her lips, it was milked expertly. My cock had no chance ignoring her action, and a couple of minutes later, it stood up like a missile ready to be launched. She grinned, "Well, honey, I see my mouth can still wake your instrument. My cunt is hot and wet, waiting impatiently to be impaled by your steely device. No foreplay needed; I am fully charged."
I stood her up against the nearest wall, spread her legs wide, moved in between, and shoved my rod all the way inside her wet pussy. I lifted her legs, placed them around my waist, and started jackhammering her against the wall. Almost instantly Ella began screaming and mumbling, "Oh, yes! Harder. I love it... I aam cuuummming!!!..."
The lighting in the room was faint. From the corner of my eye, I could see in the gap between the door and the floor a shadow moving rhythmically. I smiled to myself - Diana was behind the door, masturbating as she listened to Ella's screams... Knowing the mother was behind the door hearing us was a strong aphrodisiac, and I dumped my seed soon after, howling wildly.
When Ella and I relaxed, the shadow disappeared. Ella kissed me and said, "Thank you, lover, I needed that. Good night, and see you in the morning." I went to the bathroom and saw Diana's room ajar. I peeked inside. She was sitting in bed and winked, "You guys had the full fun. Mine was only partial, but tomorrow it's my turn."
"Good night and sweet dreams, Diana."
The next morning, the 3 of us ate breakfast together. Ella looked happy. She grinned at her Mom and whispered loudly, "Last night Grant was at his best." If only she knew her mother had already a front seat...
Five minutes after Ella's car left the garage, Diana showed up wearing a transparent baby doll. She gave me a 'fuck me' look and said, "Last night you made Ella happy. Now it's time to take care of her Mom."
I smirked, "No second thoughts the same guy is going to fuck both you and your daughter in less than 24 hours?"
"Not at all. My daughter got her fill, and she is satisfied. Now hungry Mommy wants her needs fulfilled."
"Take off your clothes!"
"Yes, sir!"
Diana pulled her thingy over her head and stood naked before me. Her daughter had a model type figure - slim and shapely. Diana was the voluptuous, bombshell type - busty with a narrow waist and wider hips. She was what most normal men would describe as sexy as hell.
Watching her in the nude increased my blood pressure, boiled my blood, and... raised my flag. She stared at my stiffening member with an 'I knew it' smile, sure of her sexual magnetism to overcome my reluctance and take me to bed. What can I say? I gave up on my principles. It had nothing to do with her logic. I'd react the same way if Kate Upton offered herself to me.
I carried Diana in my arms to her bedroom and threw her on the bed. She grinned, "That's more like it. Conquer me. Show me who's boss. Make me scream and cry like you did to my daughter. I wish to feel a heavenly orgasm. Don't waste our time on silly foreplay, just thrust into my pussy savagely."
"Lady, it's the first time and I am willing to give you your wish. But next time, I am the boss. If you want my services, you'll have to earn it. Capisce?"
"Yes, sir. Please, fuck me already, for god sake..."
I sat on the bed's edge and pulled Diana over my lap, facing me with her legs parted on the bed. I sat her slowly on my upright hard cock. I noted her tunnel was tighter than expected, knowing baby Ella was delivered through the same passage 25 years ago.
Once her soaked cunt was impaled by my rigid cock, I began plowing her at a fast and furious pace. In the beginning, she tried to help by countering my movements, but within 2 minutes, her torso trembled ominously, and her mouth opened wide. No sound came out. Diana's pulse and breathing shot up quickly, and I was ramming my tool incessantly, hitting her cervix with each thrust.
After 10 minutes, her trembling stopped, and her body moved only passively. Her body felt lifeless on my lap. I gingerly turned us onto the bed, lay her supine with my cock still deep in her vagina, and continued my strokes using missionary position. My hands were now free, and I tweaked her giant tits roughly. Diana started whimpering. I shifted gears up, and her whimpers became loud cries. My hands moved to hold her waist as my pecker continued smashing her pussy relentlessly. For a couple of minutes I watched her 2 massive mountains jiggle erratically before my eyes, and then I bent and sucked hard on her sensitive nipple. She began screaming like a slaughtered pig.
Watching her fantastic body dancing to my rhythm and hearing her wild screams took me over the edge, and I erupted deep inside her cunt. I literally felt the spunk leaving my prick and shooting into her womb in 5 rapid bursts. Her vagina's continuous spasms, which accompanied her prolonged orgasm, triggered my organ to keep on.
My strokes continued for several more minutes before slowing down, and eventually, slipping out of Diana's spent pussy.
I went to the bathroom, peed, cleaned my junk, and returned to bed. Diana's eyes were still shut, but her heart rate and respiration were normal. I caressed lightly her breathtaking tits for a long moment, and then she opened her eyes. She looked at me and whispered, "Grant, honey, this ride was wilder than I thought. I recall the exact moment I lost consciousness. It was a pity because I am certain the trip was exceptional. Tomorrow, in our next session, I'll try to keep my brain working the whole time. For some reason, my face feels warm and flushed. Any idea what could be the reason?"
"I wouldn't rule out an early afterglow."
