It had been ambitious to attempt it, and despite knowing that before I'd started, it hadn't put me off. I was young, only twenty five years old, so I was invincible. No challenge was too much for me. Two days ago I'd successfully completed a three mile run, and it had been easy, so why would six miles be a problem? I'd even thought about making it nine miles, but I'd settled on six.
At the halfway point I was going strong, so I increased the pace. When I'd completed four miles I was flying. This was as easy as my previous run. However, shortly after, I got a niggle in my right calf. It was nothing to be worried about, so I didn't slow down. But when, after only another five minutes, it got worse, I knew that it was a problem. That's when I should have stopped!
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"You're limping."
I was, only slightly, but my Mother notices everything, no matter how small, especially if it's anything to do with me. I'm her only child, her pride and joy, so my wellbeing is very important to her. I like that, it makes we feel special, it makes me feel loved. But sometimes the attention I receive from her is too oppressive. That might happen now if I don't manage to convince her that it's only a minor injury. I don't want her calling a doctor, or insisting that I should go to a hospital.
"It's my calf, from running. It will be OK in a few days. It's nothing to be concerned about."
"I can get you some ice."
I shook my head, and then I explained to her that I'd already done that. Thankfully, that was the end of it.
Half an hour later, my Mother-in-law arrived. And without needing to ask, I knew why she was here. Like my Mother, she'd brought me a meal. Emma, her Daughter, was away on a business trip for three weeks. I was just a man, so there was no way I would be able to survive without them bringing me food. I'm grateful to both of them, but they're wrong. I don't need them to fuss over me. I'm an adult, someone who is more than capable of looking after myself. I own a successful business that employs fifteen people. I achieved that by being resourceful, so Emma being away isn't a problem for me.
I did try to hide it, but I wasn't surprised when my Mother-in-law noticed it. Her powers of observation are almost as good as my Mother's.
"You're limping."
Again, I was going to have to play it down.
After shrugging my shoulders, I said, "It's nothing, just a minor running injury. When Emma gets back she'll massage it for me."
That should have been enough to ease her concern, but it was obvious from her expression, that it wasn't. While I was desperately trying to think of something to say, so that she wouldn't make a meal of it, she said more.
"You can't wait that long," and then she added, "I'll massage it."
I did my best to say no, but she wouldn't let it drop, so eventually I gave in. That pleased her, but despite my Mother's best efforts to conceal it, I could tell that my Mother was now angry.
To understand why she was angry, you have to know more about her relationship with my Mother-in-law. In a nutshell, it's because she sees her as a rival. I'm her Son, and she wants me all to herself. My Mother-in-law was going to do something for me, and she didn't like that. If anybody was going to give her Son a massage then it should be her. For some reason, Emma, who gets most of my affection, isn't a problem, but her Mother definitely is. And this jealousy is reciprocated, but to a lesser extent, by my Mother-in-law. As Emma likes to say, even though she knows that it irritates me, "You have two Mothers."
Until my Mother left, on the surface, it was all sweetness and light. Both of them were extremely polite to each other. However, a close inspection would have revealed the truth. My Mother, given half a chance, would have happily bitch-slapped her rival, and my Mother-in-law had desperately wanted to gloat.
"Now that she's gone we can start."
I wanted to just roll up my trousers, but she said no. She then couldn't resist having a dig at my Mother.
"That might be OK for your Mother, but not for me. I want to do it properly."
I was going to protest, to defend her, but then I decided to let it go. Instead I took my trousers off, and then I lay face down on the bed.
I'd reluctantly agreed to the massage, but after only a few minutes I realised that it had been a good decision. She was very skilled at it. The tender spot on my calf was receiving just the right amount of pressure. It was uncomfortable rather than painful. Strong enough to help the healing process, but not excessively so.
"Now for your other leg."
That one wasn't injured, but if she wanted to massage it then I was OK with it. When she'd finished on the calf, her hand went higher up.
"I'll do both your thighs and then I'll finish."
For ten minutes she did that, and it was so relaxing, that I almost fell asleep. When she removed her hands, and then said, "Finished," I was longing for more.
As I got off from the bed, she looked away, to give me some privacy while I put my trousers back on.
"Thanks, one day I'll return the favour."
And I'd meant it. It wouldn't be a running injury, but she might sprain her back, or twist an ankle. Whatever it is, if a massage will help then I'll offer to do it. I'd said the right thing, because her face was beaming, and when she spoke, she confirmed it.
"I'm definitely going to take you up on that."
And she did, but not at some future date. She wanted me to massage her right now!
She wasn't injured, and she didn't have any aches and pains, just some minor stiffness in her legs. A massage wasn't really necessary, but I'd made a commitment, so I needed to honour it.
For my massage, I'd been face down on the bed, and below the waist I'd just had my underwear on. She did the same. However, there was a big difference between my boxers and her panties. My boxers were large, covering a lot, whereas her panties were small, revealing a lot. As I massaged her calves my eyes kept being drawn towards those small panties, and what it was only just managing to cover.
My Mother-in-law is fifty years old, but she's still an attractive woman. She's curvy in all the right places. Her breasts are impressively large, and she has a bottom that can only be described as peachy. Of course, because of her age, she has imperfections. For example, a few extra pounds around her waist, and some wrinkles on her face. But those don't distract from her beauty. She's a woman, that if she offered herself to any straight man, very few, if any, would turn her down. Reluctantly, I'd have to be one of the exceptions because she was my Mother-in-law.
And now, this woman that was off-limits, is exciting me in ways that she shouldn't!
Tight, doesn't adequately describe her underwear. It looks like it's been painted on. As I massage her legs it makes her bottom wobble. Not much, but it's enough to excite me. Watching it do that is so erotic. My cock isn't just aroused, it's rock-hard. As hard as it's ever been.
It's torture, because I want her, but I can't have her. Despite that, I keep going, wanting it to never end. When she eventually asked me to stop I'm both relieved and disappointed. But surprisingly, she quickly changes her mind.
"That was nice, please do my thighs."
That was unexpected, and hearing it made me gasp, so loud, that she might even have heard it. I hadn't dared go beyond her knees, and now she was asking me to go higher, much higher. When I opened my mouth it was to say that I couldn't. I had other things to do that were much more important. However, when I couldn't think of even a single excuse, I found myself simply saying, "OK."
With my heart beating as if I was running, and my mouth suddenly dry, I started. As my hands massaged her firm thigh, I told myself not to be silly. A few deep breaths calmed me down. When I moved over to her other thigh my cock was behaving itself. It was almost limp. It was back to just being a massage, and I was now confident that it would stay like that.
"Is that better?"
When I didn't answer her, it was because I couldn't speak. I'd opened my mouth but nothing had come out of it. She must have taken my silence as a no, because she moved her legs again. They were now even wider apart.
"That will make it easier for you."
With my ability to speak miraculously restored, I mumbled a quick thanks, and then I got back to work, but my mind was on something else. Her pussy!
She'd obviously done it to give me better access to her thighs. But because her legs were so wide apart, her most sacred place was on display. I knew that I shouldn't look, but I was weak. If her panties had been bigger, so they weren't as tight, then there would have been less to see. But they were tight on her, so there was a lot to see. Her skimpy panties left little to the imagination. It was difficult, but somehow I managed to keep my hands from going straight to where they shouldn't be. And with difficulty, as I continued to massage her thighs, my hands didn't go too high up.
When, after stopping, I said, "I've finished," I felt proud of myself. I'd done the right thing, I'd behaved myself. I was a saint rather than a sinner.
"I enjoyed that, please can I have a few more minutes."
I could do that, and it wouldn't be a problem. I'd been tempted, but I'd been able to overcome it.
"And I'd like your hands to go even higher."
Now that was a problem, but one that I was sure that I could overcome. It would mean that I would be going close to her panties, but I was strong enough to resist any temptation. However, when my hands were back on her, all the resistance that I had started to crumble.
As my hands slowly went upwards, an inch at a time, I wasn't massaging her thighs, I was caressing them. It was as if I had no control over them. Any second now she would ask me to stop, but would I be able to?
It was low, not even as loud as a whisper, but I heard it as clearly as if she'd shouted it out. It was a moan, and it told me everything. She was as excited as I was, and so she didn't want me to stop. She wanted my fingers on her pussy!
When I got to the edge of her panties I stopped. The rational part of my brain was urging me to reconsider. Everything it was telling me was true. Yes, I shouldn't do it, and if I did, then there would be no going back from it. I should stop now before it was too late. However, the lure of her pussy was too strong to ignore.
The first touch, with just a single finger, was tentative. Lightly done with very little pressure. But both our reactions to it showed how significant it was. It sent a surge of excitement through my body, and she jerked as if she'd been electrocuted. The next touch was firmer, and it made her gasp.
I was now feeling every part of her covered pussy, and she was moaning almost continuously. Then, to make it even better for both of us, she suddenly got onto all fours. This wasn't a position for a massage, it was a sexual position. It was for fingering or for fucking. Because her bottom was high up, and her panties were stretched tight, all the contours of her pussy were clearly visible. Seeing that took my excitement up a level.
It was time to get her panties off.
When, with both hands, I started to pull them down, I was expecting her to close her legs so that it would make it easier for me to remove them. But she didn't, instead she startled me by shouting out a single word.
It was, "No!"
And because of how she'd said it, I knew that she wasn't going to change her mind. I wanted my fingers deep up her, and then I wanted to fuck her hard. But disappointingly, I was going to have to settle for less. I did try to get my fingers into her panties, but she stopped me by closing her legs. When she opened them again I knew that she wanted me to continue, but only on the outside.
With my cock throbbing in my trousers, I rubbed her clit. It had been easy to find, and there was no doubt that I was in the right place because of the noises she was making. Each touch of it seemed to excite her even more than the previous one, and when her breathing became laboured, I knew that she was close to reaching it.
Emma always struggles to break through, and I have to work hard to make her come. Her Mother was different, rubbing her precious jewel a little harder, and slightly quicker, did the trick.
"Fuck, I'm in it."
As soon as it started she went rigid, then she flopped onto the bed. She then didn't move, but she made a lot of strange noises until it was over.
When she got off the bed I was trying to work out what was going to happen next. Ideally, I'd get a blow job, but I'd settle for a happy ending. However, when she said, "I'm late for an appointment," I knew that all I was going to get was blue balls.
After quickly putting her skirt on, she was leaving. I went with her to the door. When we got there I opened it for her. She then surprised me by giving me a big hug. While we embraced, with her mouth close to my ear, she whispered, "That was wonderful, but don't tell anybody."
Of course, I didn't, and I never would. It was our little secret, one that I would take to my grave. However, later on, I found out that my Mother-in-law was a blabbermouth!
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When I opened the door I was pleased to see that it was my Mother, but I could tell that she wasn't pleased to see me. I didn't know why that was, but I knew that I wouldn't have to wait long before she told me what I'd done wrong. Even before she'd got her coat off she was admonishing me. "Why did you do it?" Then she said more. "I've done everything for you."
She had, and I was grateful. But I still didn't know why she was angry with me.
"You never offer to massage me."
So that was it. My Mother-in-law must have told her what had happened three days ago. Not what it had ended up becoming, just that I'd massaged her legs. She should have kept her mouth shut.
"That stuck up bitch took great delight in telling me about it. I wanted to punch her on the nose. That would have wiped the smile from her ugly face."
She was overreacting, but I wasn't stupid enough to tell her that, because that wouldn't calm her down, it would just make her even angrier.
"And she kept going on and on about how good you were, and how much she had enjoyed it. Then she asked me if you had ever given me a massage. When I said no, she laughed. It was so embarrassing."
Then, while looking at me as if I was a naughty child, she said, "Say something."
After all that, there was only one thing I could say, it was, "Would you like me to give you a massage?"
She was now lying on my bed, facing upwards, in just her underwear. I was only going to do her legs, but she had insisted on it being more than that. She didn't say why that was, but she didn't need to. I knew that it was so that she could boast to my Mother-in-law that she'd had a more extensive massage.
My Mother is also fifty years old, and like my 'Other Mother', she has aged well. She's a slender woman, petite is a good word to describe her. She has curves, but they are more subtle than my Mother-in-law's. Her breasts are small, but they are still a nice handful. As well as the difference in appearance, I am now able to see the difference in their underwear. My Mother's panties are not small, they are loose fitting. They are panties that are more appropriate for her age. Her matching bra is also modest, it completely covers her breasts.
I started on her legs, soft at first, but when she asked for it to be harder, I put more effort into it. With my Mother-in-law, seeing her in those skimpy panties had got me excited. The underwear that was on display today wasn't having any effect on me. This was never going to be anything other than a massage!
After doing her calves I started massaging her shoulders. Next were her arms.
"This is nice, but it isn't what I was expecting."
"What do you mean?"
"She said that it had been sensual."
On hearing that I think my heart skipped a few beats, and then somehow I managed to compose myself. She'd told me not to tell anybody, but she had happily told my Mother something that she shouldn't have.
"She's exaggerating. I did mix it up, sometimes it was soft and gentle rather than just hard, but I wouldn't call it sensual."
"I believed her, so tell me EXACTLY what you did."
I told her as much as I could, that I hadn't just done her calves, I'd also done her thighs. And after hearing it, she asked me to tell her more about it. I reluctantly admitted that I'd gone up as high as the edge of her panties.
After chuckling, she said, "That must be the most exciting thing that has happened to her since Jim left her two years ago."
That should have been the end of it, but it wasn't.
"I want the same," and then she quickly added, "No, I want more than her."
As I returned to her legs, but this time on her thighs, I wondered what 'more than' meant.
Her legs were only slightly open, but I was happy for them to stay like that. I wanted this to be over as soon as possible.
"Tell me, was she like this, or did she open her legs for you?"
Without thinking, I said that she'd opened them, and that was a mistake, because she did the same thing. Her legs were now as wide open as my Mother-in-law's had been. I'd been OK with her panties when they were loose, but now they were tighter on her. What I was seeing was more sexual, and to make it even more so, she suddenly raised her knees high up. That's when the blood started to flow into my cock. Inwardly I groaned, I could do without being tempted again.
I knew that she wouldn't be satisfied until I'd gone up to the edge of her panties, but that didn't mean that I had to get any sexual pleasure from doing it. And it was like that, but unfortunately, not for long. Even when I was only halfway up her thigh, I was excited. When I was only a few inches away from her panties it stopped being a massage. My firm touch became gentle. It was now sensual, and she noticed it.
"This is what I want."
Getting your Mother-in-law excited might be excusable, but exciting your Mother is definitely breaking all the rules. However, I didn't care. My hands were slowly moving towards a pussy, one that wanted to be fingered, and that was all that mattered.
When I got to her panties, there were butterflies in my stomach, and my heart was thumping in my chest. I was so eager to get to her pussy that I didn't stop to think about the consequences, I just went for it. This time I was never going to be satisfied with the panties staying on. As soon as my hands were pulling them down, she was closing her legs and lifting her bottom up. I had them off in a flash.
When she opened her legs again, my head was quickly between them. My eagerness to do it was that of someone who's never gone down on a woman before. My mouth and tongue was all over her pussy, greedily enjoying every part of it. It wasn't subtle, but it was what I needed, and it was what she needed as well, because both her hands were on my head, pushing it down.
"Lick my clit."
I did, and it made her gasp.
"Do it again and don't stop."
I had no intention of stopping until she comes.
"If you want to you can finger my cunt," and then she quickly added, "But keep your tongue on my clit."
I was a good boy, I always obey my Mother, so with my tongue still where she wanted it to be, I pushed two fingers deep into her hot wet pussy. It almost made her come, and then I started fucking her with them. When she shouted out, "Yes," it was confirmation that I was doing a good job.
She was now getting there, and it wasn't going to take much more of this to make her climax. Then I had a sudden thought, one that I liked a lot, but it was one that my cock liked even more.
I was going to fuck her!
With my free hand I was going to unzip my trousers, and then I'd get my cock out. But would she let me fuck her? She was highly aroused, and she hadn't had a man in her life for more than three years. It wasn't a given, but the odds were in my favour. Unfortunately for me, it was never put to the test, because before I could get it out she boiled over.
When it started I raised my head so that I could watch it. Calling it intense doesn't do it justice. It was epic. And it lasted a long time. When it ended she was whimpering. That's when I left the bedroom so that she could get dressed.
When she joined me in the dining room she greeted me with a nice smile.
"That was just what I needed, but don't tell anybody."
My lips were sealed, but would hers be? I wasn't worried. I knew my Mother well, she was good at keeping secrets. Then she did something that surprised me, but more importantly, it was something that also excited me. She was kneeling down with her face close to my crotch.
With a speed that was impressive, she got my zipper down and my cock out. And then her mouth was eagerly on my rapidly expanding member. It was done quickly, without any emotion from her. However, because it was also done skilfully, when she bobbed her head for the final time, making me come in her mouth, it was up there with the best climaxes that I've ever had.
For the next couple of days I was on my own, and that gave me time to think. That was good, because there was a lot to think about.
Being intimate with two people that were off limits, was, depending upon your point of view, either impressive or revolting. I knew that I should be racked with guilt because of what I'd done, but thankfully, I wasn't. I also knew that if Emma was to ever find out about any of it, then I was a dead man. But that didn't stop me wanting to do more with either of them!
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It had been a while since a meal had been made for me, and I was starting to think that I was unloved. But that evening, my Mother-in-law came round, and she'd brought with her enough food for two days. She wasn't going to stay but I persuaded her to eat with me. During the meal we talked, and there was even some laughter from both of us, but something wasn't right with her, and I couldn't put my finger on what it was. With my Mother it's easy to know how she's feeling, you see it on her face, but my Mother-in-law is more difficult to read. It was probably a guilty conscience, but I might be wrong. We'd crossed a line, one that society says that you should never cross, and she was now regretting it. That was a pity, I'd set my heart on doing it again.
At the end of the meal, without much hope of her agreeing to it, I said, "Would you like me to massage you?"
When she quickly said yes, I was so pleased, that I surprised her by hugging her tightly. I only released my hold on her when she complained that she couldn't breathe. We then went to the bedroom.
After taking her skirt off I was expecting her to get onto the bed, but she didn't. Instead, she took her blouse off. Last time her top had stayed on. This was definitely better. Just looking at her two melons, that were squashed inside a tight bra, was getting me, and my cock, excited. I couldn't wait to start, but she was just standing there. Was she having second thoughts?
"Your Mother says you don't like me."
"That's silly."
It was. Our previous time together in the bedroom was testament to how wrong my Mother was.
"She said she's the only one you like."
"I treat both of you the same."
"Not according to her."
Why couldn't they just get on together? It shouldn't be a competition for my affection. There was enough of me for both of them. While wondering if I was going to regret it, I asked, "Tell me what she said, her exact words."
She then did, taking her time over it to make sure that it was accurate. When she'd finished I was angry, not with her, but with my Mother. I hadn't said any of it. Why had she been so spiteful? I told her that my Mother had made it up to upset her. It was all lies. I could tell that she wanted to believe me, but she wasn't completely convinced. I didn't know what else I could say. Then I thought of a way to show her that I was sincere.
"I do like you, and I'll prove it. Take your underwear off and I'll then give you the best massage that you've ever had, even better than the one that I gave my Mother."
On hearing that her face lit up, and then she gave a little shudder, in anticipation of what was to come. That made me smile.
As her bra came off, her breasts spilled out. My mouth watered when I saw how plump her nipples were. Emma's are big, but hers were even longer. Now for her panties. She gave me some time to admire her big tits before removing them. When she did, it was done slowly, almost like a striptease.
She was now on the bed facing upwards. Last time, it had started off as a proper massage. It was only later on that it had become more than that. Today, the massage part was skipped. I went straight for her twin peaks. When my hands were on them she purred with pleasure.
"These are better than her little ones. She's almost flat-chested."
I didn't like her saying that, but I quickly forgot about it as I started to enjoy her gorgeous tits. For her age they were surprisingly firm, and her nipples were a thing of beauty. While sucking on one of them, so hard that it was making her gasp, my fingers were servicing her other teat. She was enjoying what my fingers were doing to it, almost as much as what my mouth was doing to the other one. At first I was pinching it, and then I was pulling on it. Now, because I could tell that it was what was giving her the most pleasure, I was roughly rolling it between my finger and thumb. Every few minutes I stopped, but only briefly while I changed over. A good lover always makes sure that each nipple gets equal attention.
"I want your fingers inside me and your cock in my mouth."
I'd been happy to continue for longer with her tits, but that was before she'd spoken. Breasts, no matter how impressive they are, are only ever a starter. Pussy is always the main course!
Her legs, that before had been closed, were now wide open. While I was frantically undressing, with a speed that was making her chuckle, my eyes were constantly on her pussy. I liked what I was seeing. A few days ago, when I'd explored it through her tight panties, I'd been able to tell that her lips were large. However, now that I could see them properly, they were even meatier than I'd expected.
As soon as I was naked, her mouth was going towards my swollen member, and my hand was going between her legs, heading towards her pussy. I got there first, but only just. I was now pushing two of my fingers deep inside her, and she was taking my cock into her mouth.
Her Daughter sucks my cock, but only because I want her to do it. And not as often as I would like. Her preference is for me to go down on her. That she loves, almost as much as being fucked. I haven't yet licked my Mother-in-law's pussy, but my guess is that it would give her a lot of pleasure. However, what I can say with absolute certainty is that sucking cock isn't a chore for her. Her eagerness while she was doing it, was confirmation that it wasn't just exciting me, it was also exciting her as well.
It was good, no, it was better than that. However, it wasn't intense enough to make me come. Then it was, though not straight away, because she suddenly started to bob her head faster. I responded by fingering her more vigorously. What had almost been leisurely was now frantic. Both of us were desperate to reach it.
I came first, spurting several times into her mouth, with each one, I grunted. When it was over, and my cock was out of her mouth, my fingers took her over the edge. And that had been achieved without me ever touching her clit. To me, it didn't appear to be a big one, but when it ended her face was flushed and she was smiling, so it might have been.
We didn't fuck. If I'd asked, then she might have agreed to it, but I didn't feel the need to continue. And her climax must also have been enough for her, because as soon as it was over she was dressing.
As she was leaving, I was going to give her some advice. To not say ANYTHING about this to my Mother. She would want to gloat, she would want to make her jealous. But at the last minute I changed my mind. Instead, I gave her ammunition that she could use against my Mother.
"That was wonderful. You are a sexy lady, more than my Mother could ever be. It's you that are the special one in my life."
At the time I'd thought that it was a good idea, but now, an hour after she'd gone, I was beginning to think that it had been a bad idea. I'd said it, knowing that my Mother-in-law would not be able to keep it to herself. At the first opportunity she would tell my Mother what I'd said, and then my Mother would come to see me. And when she did, she would be willing to do anything for me so that she would replace my Mother-in-law as the special one.
She would even be willing to let me fuck her!
Now I was convinced that I was wrong. Yes, she would be told about it. And she would indeed come round to see me, but it wouldn't be to shower me with love and affection. It would be so that she could tear a strip off me. I wouldn't get her love, I would get her anger. And fucking her would never happen. Going forward, the most intimate thing I could ever expect from her would be a single peck on the cheek. And even that might never happen. When I'd said it, I'd thought that I was being clever, but the reality was that I'd just pissed on my chips.
The next day started with me hoping that she wasn't going to come and see me, but in the evening I wanted her to. I was anxious, it would be better to get it over and done with. The following day was even worse, all day it was on my mind. I was even thinking of calling her and begging for mercy. Eventually, I picked up the phone, but I put it down without dialling her number. It was late. I was going to go to bed. In the morning I would definitely call her.
I was halfway up the stairs when I heard it, and it made my stomach lurch. It was the doorbell. I thought about ignoring it, but my car was in the driveway, so she would know that I was in. She was going to continue pressing it until I opened the door.
I greeted her with a nice smile, and, "Hello Mother, it's nice to see you."
That got me a poke in the chest from one of her fingers, followed by, "You have some explaining to do."
She then frogmarched me to the lounge.
"Sit there."
After sitting in the chair that she'd pointed to, she sat down in the one that was opposite it. It felt like an interrogation. I was waiting for her to speak, then I realised that she wasn't going to. I couldn't help myself, I just blurted it out. I told her everything, and when I'd finished her face was stern. I found that unnerving.
"Correct me if I'm wrong. From what you've just said, my understanding is that you told her some things that weren't true, to make me jealous."
It hadn't worked though. She wasn't jealous, she was angry.
"And I would then come to you and do whatever was required so that I would become your favourite."
That was it in a nutshell.
"And to become your favourite would I have to let you fuck me?"
There was no point in denying it. But I should at least answer her truthfully in a manner that showed that I wasn't ashamed to admit it.
After shrugging my shoulders, and giving her my best cheeky grin, I said, "Yes."
Her response to that was, "You are so stupid."
That hurt, I prided myself on being clever. But she might be right. It had been a stupid thing to do.
"What you should have done is..."
That got my attention. What was she going to say next?
"Just ask me, and I would have said yes."
Was she joking? Her big smile told me that she wasn't. And now that I knew what the answer would be, I didn't need to ask that question. But there was something that I needed to know.
"Here or in the bedroom?"
"The bedroom, it's more comfortable there."
When we got to the bedroom she started to undress, but I took over from her. I quickly got her top off, but her bra was problematic. It was my fault, I was all fingers and thumbs. That was because I was excited. Eventually, I managed to unhook it. As I threw it onto the floor, I shouted out, "I hate you," and that made my Mother laugh. She was still laughing while I removed her skirt and panties.
Before Emma went away, my Mother being naked in front of me would have been embarrassing for both of us. It could only have happened accidentally. My response to it would have been to not look at her as I quickly left the room.
Now, her nakedness was deliberate. Something that both of us wanted. We weren't embarrassed. I was looking at her, enjoying seeing her without her clothes on, and she was happy to show off her body to me. In only a few days, our relationship had changed. Instead of just being Mother and Son, we were also lovers!
After quickly taking my clothes off, we started. And it was her that made the first move. She grabbed hold of my cock. I responded by fondling her breasts. They weren't my Mother-in-law's melons, but they were still exciting me as much as those had done.
While she was slowly stroking my manhood, I was playing with her little tits. Her nipples were small, just little rosebuds. However, what they lacked in size, they made up for it with sensitivity. Everything I did to them, which was a lot, was driving her crazy. When, after only a few minutes, she asked me to stop, it didn't surprise me, because I could tell that it had got too much for her.
My time on her breasts had been brief, but it had been long enough to ignite a fire between her legs. My two fingers slid easily into her pussy. It was as wet as a pussy can ever be, and as hot as a furnace. When I started to fuck her with them, my reward for giving her so much pleasure, was for her to pay more attention to my cock. Her hand was now moving faster, taking my excitement up a level.
"I need you inside me."
I already was. Was she asking for another finger? Then I understood, she wanted me to fuck her.
"And I want to ride you."
That made me smile. I should have known that she'd want to do it in a way that gave her control. That was my Mother, always wanting to be in charge.
When she lowered herself onto my cock, she didn't stop until she was sitting on me. I don't have a big cock, it's just an average one in both length and girth. However, because she was a small woman, and how we were fucking, I was as deep in her as any man could ever be.
At first it was slow, and then she got used to it. And now it was perfect. She was raising herself high enough so that she was using the full length of my cock, and doing it fast enough so that it was exciting both of us. Each time that I was deep inside her, she gasped and I grunted.
It must be hard for her, but she didn't seem to mind. Occasionally, Emma will ride me, but it soon becomes too much for her, and it always ends with her on her back and me on top of her. This wasn't going to end like that, because my Mother doesn't like to fail. She was going to stay on top of me until we'd finished.
She'd now speeded up, and that was significant, because my climax, that had only been on the horizon, was now getting close.
"I'm almost there."
Between two deep breaths, she managed to reply with, "Me too."
That was good, with a bit of luck we might be able to come together. And to my great delight, after only a few more seconds, we actually did!
She was sitting on me, with her body slumped forward, when I started to empty my balls deep into her pussy. She was in it as well, so she was probably unaware of what she was receiving from me. There was a lot of it. I must have spurted a record number of times.
We'd started together, but she was still going strong after I'd finished. When eventually it ended, I shook my head in disbelief. Mine had been very good, but hers had been epic.
Because it was late, shortly after dressing, she left. I didn't bother asking her to not say anything. It would just be a waste of my time. Whatever I asked of her, and whatever promise she made to me, she was going to say something to my Mother-in-law. And if she did, that might not be a bad thing. After hearing about it she might be coming to see me.
That night, I dreamt about fucking my Mother-in-law!
I was awake, but still in bed, when the doorbell rang. It was only seven o'clock. That was too early for a delivery, so who could it be? Then I jumped out of bed when I realised who it was. It must be my Mother-in-law. My Mother hadn't wasted any time telling her. Now she was here for her turn. The doorbell rang again as I, only wearing my boxers, made my way down the stairs.
As soon as I'd opened the door, she shouted out, "Surprise," and then she was hugging me. It was Emma, and though I really do love her, I was disappointed that it was her rather than her Mother.
The work that she'd been doing while she was away had been completed well ahead of schedule, so that's why she was here now, more than a week earlier than I was expecting her.
"I didn't call to tell you that I was coming home, because I wanted it to be a surprise. I wanted to catch you in bed with another woman."
Then she laughed, and while I joined in, I thought about how lucky I'd been. If she'd got back yesterday, late in the evening, then while she was hugging me, my Mother would have been upstairs in our bedroom, and she would have been naked!
I asked her if she was hungry, She was, but not for food.
"I want some good sex, and then I need to sleep."
We went straight to the bedroom, and as soon as we'd got there she was undressing. While she was doing that, I thought about her Mother. Did Emma being back mean that I was never going to get to fuck her? I hoped not.
When we started, her Mother was still on my mind. As I sucked on her gorgeous tits, I was thinking about hers. This had to stop. Emma was a younger version of her Mother, so she should be more than enough for me. It was difficult, but I managed it, and now there were only two of us in the bed.
I didn't spend a lot of time on her melons, and she didn't want me to. Having her pussy played with was her priority. When my fingers entered her, she purred.
"Fuck me with them," and then she added, "And you can rub my clit."
She was now getting what she wanted, and she was moaning loudly. Very soon she would want my cock inside her. When, after only another couple of minutes, she said, "I'm ready," I was as well.
I was quickly in her, not stopping until I had no more to give. It made her gasp. And then I was putting my back into it. I was fucking her as hard as I could. Sometimes she struggles to come, but not this time.
It was sudden, and it took me by surprise. It shouldn't have. She'd been without sex for two weeks, so I should have known that she would come quickly. But I hadn't been deprived of sex. In fact, I'd been getting more than enough to keep me happy. The consequence of that was that I wasn't able to climax as quickly as her.
I was now playing catch-up. If I didn't manage to come before she asked me to stop, then I was in trouble. If our fucking ended without me emptying my balls into her, then she would be suspicious.
Fortunately for me, her climax hadn't just been intense, it had been a long one. It had given me just enough time. As hers ended, I was spurting into her. And despite it being an effort to achieve it, it was a very satisfying one.
I would have liked a cuddle, but as soon as she'd recovered I was given my marching orders.
"That was the good sex, now go downstairs so that I can sleep."
Shortly after, when the doorbell rang, I rushed to the door. If they were to repeatedly press it then it might wake Emma up. I managed to get there before there was a second ring.
It was my Mother-in-law, and she was smiling. But that was only until she'd looked at my face.
"You don't seem pleased to see me."
"Emma is upstairs, sleeping. She got back this morning."
"Oh, no!"
I could see the disappointment on her face.
"I should go."
That was the sensible thing to do, but I wanted her to stay.
"Come in for a coffee."
She was hesitant, but I managed to persuade her. However, when she took her coat off, I realised that inviting her in was a mistake. She'd come dressed to kill!
If Emma wasn't home, I'd be delighted with what she was wearing. But now I was worried. There was nothing wrong with her clothes if she was going on a date. They were stylish, showing off her curves. However, it wasn't what she should be wearing when she's visiting her Son-in-law early in the morning, especially when she thinks he's alone.
As we drank our coffee, I became less nervous. Emma was a champion at sleeping. It would be the afternoon before she was awake, and by then her Mother would have been long gone. And if she did happen to wake while her Mother was here, and notice her clothes, it was likely that she wouldn't realise their significance.
While we talked, there was some tension between us. She'd come to me for sex, and if Emma wasn't here, then she would have got it. She was frustrated, and even though I'd only recently climaxed inside Emma, I was as well.
What happened next was because of my frustration!
She was passing me, on her way to get her coat, when I suddenly pulled her towards me. I wasn't holding her tight, so she could easily free herself, but she didn't resist. And when my hand went under her short skirt, she didn't try to stop me, instead she embraced it.
While my fingers were on her pussy, exciting it through her panties, she said, "This is madness."
It was, but we didn't stop. Instead, I removed my hand so that I could get my cock out.
"Take your panties off and bend over the table."
When my cock was out, she was ready. While holding her hips, I thrust my rock-hard manhood deep into her. It made her gasp. The next stroke was even harder.
This was indeed madness. I was fucking somebody that I shouldn't, when it wasn't safe to do so. But that was why it was special!
If this was a race, it wouldn't be a marathon, it would just be a hundred metres. It was never going to last long. Before the number of strokes reached double figures, both of us were close. Another two took us to the edge. The next, my best one, finished us off.
As it surged through her body, she was doing her best to keep the noise down. And she succeeded, except for when it was at its peak. Then she'd shouted out, "Fuck." Mine could never match hers for intensity, but it was more than enough to satisfy me.
When she left, Emma was still asleep. We'd got away with it!
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When Emma returned from work, she looked worried.
"I have some bad news."
"Tell me."
"You're not going to like it."
That sounded ominous, had somebody died?
"Tomorrow, I'm going away again. And this time it will be for a month. I know, I've only been home for four days, but I have to go."
I said all the right things. That I wished that she wasn't going, that I'd miss her, but it was her job so I understood why she had to go. However, my true feelings were different. Her going away wasn't bad news, it was good news. I'd be able to spend some more time in bed with my two Mothers.
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When it was time for her to leave, she was tearful.
"I've told both of them to come and help you while I'm away," and then she added, "You should make a list of all the things you want from them."
That wasn't necessarily, I already knew what I wanted from them. It was just one thing.
Plenty of sex!
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