Stayed over at my mother-in-law's with my wife — I didn't see that coming!
This happened at my mother-in-law's house, after a noisy feast with relatives. My wife and I had overindulged in wine, and when it was time to leave, my mother-in-law insisted we stay the night. "Who should drive on a night like this?" she said, and we agreed. In her old apartment, there was only one double bed, so the three of us lay down: me on the very edge, my wife in the middle, and my mother-in-law on the other side. The air still smelled of salads and alcohol, the blanket was warm and heavy. We quickly fell asleep, lulled by fatigue.
I woke up in the middle of the night to someone's tender embrace. Arms wrapped around my waist, a soft body pressed against me from behind. Out of habit, I thought it was
my wife — she sometimes fidgets like that in her sleep — and I hugged back, pulling closer. But something was off: the touches were bolder, more insistent, and the perfume scent — heavy, musky, not my wife's. My heart started pounding, I opened my eyes in the semi-darkness. Next to me, under the thin blanket, lay my mother-in-law. Her face, lit by moonlight from the window, was close, lips slightly parted. My wife had probably gone to the bathroom — she wasn't in her spot.I tried to crawl away, but my mother-in-law didn't let me. She pressed closer, her thigh slid over mine, and her hand confidently dove under the blanket, right into my underwear. Her fingers closed around my cock, squeezing it with unexpected strength. "Shh, don't be afraid, son-in-law," she whispered hoarsely, and I froze, feeling the blood rush downward. My cock treacherously stiffened in her palm, she began slowly stroking it, with circular motions, as if she knew all my weaknesses. I wanted to move away, but my body wouldn't listen — alcohol and sleep still fogged my head. The door creaked, my wife returned, and we all settled back into our places as if nothing had happened. My mother-in-law removed her hand, but her smile in the dark was devilish. We fell asleep again, but I couldn't relax anymore.
Morning came with a headache. I didn't hear the alarm — after drinking, I slept like a log. My wife was urgently called to work, and she left quietly, not waking us. When I finally woke up, the sun was already shining through the window, and I was again in my mother-in-law's embrace. Her body was pressed against me from the front, her leg thrown over mine, and — oh god — her hand was in my underwear, gripping my cock at the base. It was rock hard from morning wood, and she was lazily jerking it off, whispering: "Awake, dear? Don't get up yet..." I jerked, but she pressed a finger to her lips. "Wait," she said playfully, "I'll be right back. And don't you dare get dressed."
She went to the bathroom, and I lay there, trying to gather my thoughts. This was wrong, forbidden — she's my mother-in-law, a woman over fifty, with graying hair and a figure the years hadn't spared. But arousal washed over me in a wave, my cock throbbed in anticipation. The door opened, and I couldn't believe my eyes. My mother-in-law stood in the bedroom doorway, transformed: bright makeup accentuated her eyes, lips painted with scarlet lipstick, a short leather skirt hugged her hips, shiny black tights accentuated her legs. She wasn't wearing a bra — her breasts swayed under a thin blouse, nipples visible through the fabric. "Like it?" she asked, spinning around, and the skirt rode up, revealing lace panties.
It was probably wrong, but I couldn't resist. She approached, sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled the blanket down. My cock sprang free, hard and swollen. My mother-in-law licked her lips, leaned down, and took it in her mouth — in one motion, deep, to the throat. I couldn't remember a blowjob like that in my life! Her tongue swirled around the head, her lips tightened, saliva dripped down the shaft. She sucked greedily, with slurping sounds, looking into my eyes like an experienced whore. "Mmm, so big, son-in-law," she purred, releasing my cock and licking my balls. I moaned, digging my fingers into the sheets, my mind fogged with lust. She sped up the pace, taking it all in, her head moving rhythmically, her hand kneading my balls.
Arousal overwhelmed me — I could barely think. I flipped her onto her back, tore off her blouse, buried my face in her breasts, biting her nipples. My mother-in-law gasped but spread her legs, her skirt riding up. I pulled down her panties, feeling her pussy wet, hot, hairy. I entered sharply, fucking like crazy, pounding all the way to the balls. She screamed: "Yes, son-in-law, fuck me harder! Fuck your mother-in-law like a whore!" The bed creaked, bodies slapped together, sweat poured down. I pounded her nonstop, changing positions — doggy style, on top, her tights rubbing against my skin, adding intensity.