Mother-in-law — my love

My mother-in-law, Anna Vasilyevna, has aged wonderfully for her 45 years.

A beautiful, toned figure—not youthful, of course, but not every woman keeps such a figure by 30, let alone after having two children. In short, a very appetizing woman; when I see her in something tight or sheer, I can barely hide the treacherous movements of my friend.

My wife and I live next door to her parents—our apartments are door-to-door, so under such conditions, I have to cross paths with Anna Vasilyevna very often. She herself is a woman of strict upbringing and puritanical views—which completely ruled out any connection with her—or so it seemed to me at the time—in short,

"I couldn't even dream of it." My father-in-law is a good man, but apparently, he and my mother-in-law had been sleeping in separate beds for a long time; sometimes I wondered how they managed to have two children, maybe someone else pitched in (my wife and her sister look nothing alike, after all).

Anyway, life went on as usual, not promising anything interesting, but one day everything changed.

It was some holiday—I don't even remember exactly which one—besides friends, my father-in-law and mother-in-law came over. Everything was normal, we celebrated merrily. Everyone was tipsy, my father-in-law had really overdone it and lay down on the little sofa by the table, closer to evening. Anna Vasilyevna started worrying about her husband and was about to head home—well, my wife nudged me with her elbow, "distract mom from her sad thoughts, invite her to dance." Well, who could refuse to cheer up their beloved mother-in-law.

Something romantic was playing. Anna Vasilyevna was, as always, at her best—she radiated an incredible fragrance of some perfume, and if you add to that a white semi-transparent blouse that revealed amazing curves underneath, covered by lacy lingerie, you can immediately imagine what happened to me. Trying to hide this "peculiarity" (which I thought would be rather unpleasant for my mother-in-law), I tried to increase the distance between us, but apparently, this only drew Anna Vasilyevna's attention.

She was a very wise woman and tried not to show that she had noticed my arousal. I guessed this from the slightly changed expression on her face and the phrase cut off mid-sentence, as if she stumbled. It was hard to tell what she was thinking at that moment—her face showed both embarrassment and surprise, and what surprised me most was a certain self-satisfaction and a barely noticeable smile—as if a compliment had been paid to her.

Of course, I expected a different reaction—probably the alcohol was doing its thing, and my mother-in-law, noticing my embarrassment, tried to reassure me, "Don't worry about such things—it's only natural." That's when I saw the light with surprise—turns out, it's natural for a son-in-law to get hard for his mother-in-law; this didn't fit at all with my ideas about the puritanical upbringing of my dance partner.

The evening smoothly transitioned into night, and the guests gradually began to disperse.

I started helping Anna Vasilyevna carry over the things we had borrowed from them "as neighbors" to their apartment. My wife was washing dishes, and my father-in-law was at his post, probably seeing his tenth dream by then.

While carrying in a baking sheet, I caught a glimpse in the mirror hanging in the hallway of my naked mother-in-law in the shower. The bathroom door was slightly ajar, and in the mirror, you could see her breasts being soaped with smooth movements. Such a sight brought my friend to full combat readiness. Carrying the tray became extremely difficult.

Hearing footsteps, my mother-in-law called out, "Kolya, is that you? Rub my back!" (Kolya is my father-in-law)

— He's with us. Still—sleeping," I replied, dealing with the baking sheet.

— Sunshine, rub my back—I can't manage.

It was the first time she called me "sunshine," and the first time she asked for such a favor—apparently, the martini had a liberating effect.

I finished what I had started and headed to the bathroom, enjoying the magnificent breasts of my mother-in-law in the mirror's reflection along the way.

— Wait, I'll cover up a bit," she said, and I noticed how she covered her large nipples with her hands—sinking to her knees in the bathtub.

— Come in—it's okay now.

— Well, what are you doing? It's not very comfortable for me in this position.

I realized I was standing and staring at her like a fool. That phrase brought me back to life.

Taking the washcloth and soaping it generously, I started doing what I came in for, thinking about what I would gladly do with great pleasure instead. Inside, everything was burning.

— Harder," she said.

Because of my movements, it was impossible to stay on all fours, half-bent, holding her whole body up. Anna Vasilyevna leaned her hands on the bottom of the bathtub, freeing her breasts. Which immediately began to sway in time with my movements.

I was stunned. Her breasts, though no longer young, had kept their shape. I'm not an expert on sizes, but my wife's are a B-cup, and these were clearly bigger. The large nipples in motion were mesmerizing and hypnotic, like a boa constrictor on a rabbit.

— Sunshine, your pants are going to burst," I heard through the haze of my mother-in-law's breasts.

I was flustered and apparently blushed deeply.

— Don't worry so much—after all, you're a young man—I understand everything.

— Looking at your breasts, Anna Vasilyevna, it's impossible to stay calm," I said, though I intended to say something completely different. My mother-in-law giggled coquettishly.

— If you like them so much, wash them too," she said.

I didn't hesitate or make her repeat the request and got to work on her breast—soaping it—which essentially meant just openly groping it. My mother-in-law closed her eyes. Her nipples began to harden. My cock was straining against my pants. Trying to relieve the pressure on it, I attempted with a hip movement to "settle it" properly. My mother-in-law, noticing this, said:

— Dimochka, just unbutton those jeans, don't torture yourself.

Well, as she asked, so I did—unbuttoned and took them off. My mother-in-law apparently didn't expect that I don't wear underwear. Her eyes were met by my friend in full combat readiness.

She even gasped.

— My God, I've never seen anything like that.

My cock isn't the longest—an average 17 cm—but very thick.

— My husband's is twice as thin and one and a half times shorter! My daughter is lucky," she exclaimed.

Continuing to knead her breasts, I told her that her daughter was quite satisfied and happy, and apparently, getting completely brazen from arousal, I added that it was time to test this beast on someone else.

My mother-in-law, apparently completely relaxed, turned around more comfortably to get a better look at my cock, spreading her legs apart for convenience. My gaze was met by her slit. Her pussy was a bright red shade (apparently already quite aroused from the breast massage). Her lower abdomen was very well-groomed—the love triangle was clearly not a neglected area on her body.

Anna Vasilyevna took my cock in one hand and reached for my balls with the other.

She jerked it and squeezed them as if it were the last time in her life. Meanwhile, I plunged the index finger of my right hand into her depths, continuing to massage her nipples with my left. My mother-in-law let out a light moan. From that moan, I felt I wouldn't last long.

— Anna Vasilyevna, if you continue like this, I'll cum right here without moving from this spot," I said.

— Nooo, sunshine, I have to feel it inside me! Definitely!" she whispered this through a moan.

With my finger, I felt that her entire pussy was wet inside, and it wasn't from the water.

— Let's go to the room," she said, getting up.

On the way, my mother-in-law locked the door so no one could disturb us.

The room had dim lighting. Anna Vasilyevna lay on the bed on her back, spreading her legs wide—revealing her pussy to my gaze.

— Well... come on! Hurry! I can't take it anymore," she moaned, running both hands along the inside of her thighs from her pussy to her knees.

— I haven't had this in a year," she added.

I didn't make her wait any longer and, taking my cock in my hand, slowly entered her.

Her vagina was wet and very hot. Moreover, very tight compared to my wife's slit.

— Of course! Naturally, it'll be tight for you with your sausage—I told you my husband's is like a bean pod compared to yours," she replied to my remark, stroking one breast with one hand and her clit with the other.

The words "sausage" and "bean pod" had the effect of a bomb exploding. I thrust my cock with all my force deep into her slit. My mother-in-law cried out.

— God!!! More! Give me more!!

I continued rhythmic movements with my "sausage" in her depths.

She began moaning at the top of her voice.

— Kitty!! Cover my mouth with your hand, they'll hear us, I can't stay quiet," she cried out.

Under the influence of her cries, her breasts swaying wildly with nipples erect from arousal, and the characteristic sounds from her vagina, I felt I couldn't last long.

— I'm going to cum now, I can't hold back anymore!!!" I groaned into her ear.

— You can't cum inside me!!!" she cried out—"or I'll delight my husband with a third daughter!!!

It flashed through my mind—my God! My cock is in my mother-in-law—she's screaming like a virgin cumming for the first time, and she's afraid of pregnancy, yet four hours ago, imagining this was impossible. My mother-in-law! With her puritanical views, now moaning, no, not moaning—already screaming under me like some prostitute. A few more moments passed—I felt the orgasm approaching—fueled by her cries.

— I want to cum inside you," I whispered into her ear, speeding up my movements in her vagina. My mother-in-law, apparently no longer in control, just repeated in her screams:

— Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Yes! Harder!! Ah ah ah.

Unable to restrain myself and wait for my mother-in-law to cum, I began releasing everything that had built up in me over the past week into her depths.

Semen poured into her vagina and was absorbed by it like water by an exhausted traveler in the desert. I didn't stop my movements, pushing the ejaculated semen deeper, filling her vagina and adding more, portion after portion. It felt like these outpourings lasted forever!.

When everything quieted down, she said anxiously:

— Bunny, I asked you not to cum inside me.

— Sorry, I couldn't resist—you're so beautiful.

Smiling, she kissed me on the lips.

Apparently, Anna Vasilyevna was used to the fact that few cared about her orgasm. And I hurried to explain that I hadn't had sex in a long time, so I came almost immediately. And that now I would continue with the goal of pleasing her too. This surprised and delighted my mother-in-law at the same time. "I'm used to that, and I mostly get my orgasms alone in the shower," she declared.

— No, I'll wear you out with orgasms," I replied, resuming the movement of my cock inside her. At the same time, massaging her magnificent breast with one hand and kissing her lips. Her lips were like a young girl's—even surprising.

— Have we switched to using 'you' (informal) in our relationship?" she asked with a smile through a light moan.

— Is my cock in your vagina and my semen in your depths not reason enough to switch to 'you'?" I asked.

She didn't answer—just smiled tenderly and, wrapping her arms around my back, kissed me in a way I had never been kissed by any woman before.

The movements of my cock in Annushka's depths brought her to ecstasy. She began to thrust her hips—impaling her slit on my cock.

My friend made loud, squelching sounds amplified by the semen deep inside her vagina, which was now not only inside my lover but also outside—all her labia were covered in thick white fluid—slowly dripping onto the sheet.

— Don't forget to wash the sheet," I said—"or your husband will notice the stains and guess that his little wife was satisfying someone here.

— I'm more concerned about something else," she said through moans—"how will I explain my belly to him in a couple of months if he hasn't touched me in a year." "You'll have to give it to him for appearances," I said, smiling—"The thought of you being pregnant by me really turns me on. I love you, Annushka." I sealed my words with a firm kiss.

My mother-in-law was no longer in control of her movements—again beginning to break the silence with her wild moans, thrusting her ass. I began to increase the pace and depth of penetration—simultaneously tormenting the breasts of my beloved with one hand and stroking the firm buttocks and inner thigh near her pussy with the other. Everything around the slit was wet—the pubic hair was matted from secretions and semen. My cock rhythmically drilled into my mother-in-law's insides with squelching sounds. The entire sheet under her ass was soaked.

Anna Vasilyevna pressed against me with force, the movements of her hips increased significantly, she buried her lips in my chest, making wild sounds. My cock flew in her vagina, lubricated, penetrating to the very end—to the sacred place of any woman—to her womb.

Touching it gave rise to powerful cries from my partner and convulsions; I felt the latter beginning to build and increase in amplitude—at the same time, my mother-in-law screamed:

— GOD! What is this??? MOMMY!!! HARDER! Stick it in me AAAH. Cum in me! I WANT SEMEN!

These wild cries ended with a furious vibration in the slit of my victim and frantic thrusting of her hips.

I didn't stop, keeping the pace—my mother-in-law quieted down and went limp. But after a few moments, I heard the now-familiar moan, and she stirred.

We both no longer understood anything, stupidly moving our genitals toward each other. I endured two more orgasms from my beloved, and on the third, accompanied by cries seasoned with swearing:

— Fuck me harder!! Wreck my hole—fill it to the brim—I want semen," I began to cum abundantly into her depths—thrusting so that my cock pressed against the womb of my beauty.

After such a furious fuck, we had to clean up after ourselves, and very quickly—my father-in-law woke up.

So now we're waiting for the time to check if my mother-in-law got pregnant after such a generous infusion into her. I still can't believe