The Weekend
written by:
Norbert

The house was in darkness when the taxi dropped me at the end of the lane. I figured as much on this hot July night. Night! It was almost three in the morning. I smiled as I looked at my watch. It had been an evening to remember.

Our division had the highest earnings of the quarter and the big-wigs had flown in to give handshakes all around and to take us out for a night on the town - and what a night it had been. Cocktails, dinner, drinks and then off to the races on a wild crawl that took us to every strip-club any of them or us knew about.

At the last club we visited, the girls all but threw themselves at us. The execs, gross old bastards they were, insisted on paying for lap-dances all in the hopes, I imagined, of getting laid themselves. The little blonde that was foisted on me was certainly very good and had me hard in no time. Of course the rules are you never touch the girls, but nothing said they couldn't touch themselves and Brandi certainly touched herself, including bending over at the waist to show me her fine ass and inserting two fingers up her obviously excited pussy. She ended her private show sitting on a folding chair in front of me and bringing herself off. She did offer to take care of my "issue" for a mere two-hundred dollars. Needless to say, I was home, I was horny and a tad more than a wee touch tipsy as I let myself into the house.

Looking around and trying to be very quiet I noticed a fine bare ass and a gorgeous set of legs on the edge of the sofa a simple cotton sheet covered her back and shoulders. I felt a pang of guilt that my wife, Shelly, had tried to wait up for me and I thought about waking her to bring her to bed. Instead, all I could picture was Brandi's young ass bent in front of me with her fingers plowing in and out of her pussy and my cock started to stir.

Now, Shelly had always been pretty adventurous and never one to turn away a stiff cock even if she was asleep so, with naughty thoughts running in my head and a lascivious smirk on my face, I hurriedly stripped down and tossed my suit in a heap onto a nearby chair and approached Shell.

Settling onto the floor by her ass, I began to tenderly kiss the soft flesh as I let my hands roam along the length of her legs. Soft murmurs escaped her lips and her legs parted willingly. I ran my fingers along her slit, feeling her getting more and more wet as the stimulation had the desired effect and before long the scent of aroused pussy filled my nostrils. I brought my face down and began to lick along her wet gash. This brought a long hiss from her lips and I felt her hand touch my head as my tongue slithered and fucked her tiny, tasty hole. Her sighs and groans were muffled from having her face in the pillow and I found that very exciting as Shell wasn't usually that vocal unless she was having one of her ‘special' dreams and my cock responded in kind.

Needing relief, I raised onto my knees. Taking my cock in my hand I wiped the head along her slit until the head was wet from her secretions and then pressed it home. Shell let out a long moan as she felt my cock stretch her. She was either very tense tonight or I was more aroused than usual but man, she felt amazingly tight and wet.

I began to slowly fuck her, taking hold of her leg and cradling it in my arm so I had room to slide my entire length into her. Shelly responded by pushing her ass back against me so she could get the most out of every thrust. Fuck, she had never been this responsive in a long time- and her moans were driving me crazy. I reached up with my free hand and began to tug at her tits, pulling and twisting her nipples.

"Keep this up and I'm going to want to fuck your gorgeous ass Shell." I hissed. Shelly only groaned louder as if completely agreeing with my proposal.

I was slamming my cock into her so hard there was a wet smacking sound each time I slammed into her until, in my alcohol induced state, I grunted and fired of a massive load of cum into my beautiful wife. It seemed that as soon as my cum splashed inside her, Shell started to cum as well - bucking and heaving and pressing her ass back against me as I felt her entire body become wet with perspiration.

I pulled my cock free with a sloppy squish sound and collapsed onto my ass on the floor.

"If I wasn't so tired babe I'd insist on a blowjob so I could fuck you some more." I rasped through a very dry throat. "And we definitely have to talk about you letting me fuck your ass." I took a deep swallow of air. "You were serious, weren't you?"

Shelly's response was steady, shallow breathing - letting me know that she had fallen back asleep. I didn't have the nerve to wake her so I grabbed a pillow and fell asleep on the floor beside her.

It was still dark when I opened my eyes to someone roughly shaking my shoulder.

"Peter," came the hoarse whisper. "Get up and come to bed will you? If my mother wakes up and finds you naked on the floor beside her there'll be hell to pay." Shelly was still shaking me as she cursed me out in a hushed tone.

I stood up and looked blearily at my wife and then at her mother's sleeping form on the couch, the sheet strategically covering her ass and tits. Did I really just fuck my mother-in-law? I wondered as I was led, rather forcefully, up the stairs to my bed.

"I didn't know your mother was coming this weekend," I was somewhere in between disbelief and utter shock at what may have happened.

"Neither did I until she called this afternoon." It was obvious that Shell was put out. "She was in a state and I had to invite her to, at least, spend the night." She gave me a reproachful look.

"It's a good job I woke up." She started to giggle. "I can just imagine the commotion in the morning if she'd woken up to find herself face to face with your hard-on."

I chuckled along as I reached down and felt my matted, crusty pubic hair.

"Holy crap." I muttered to myself as I fell into bed.

The next morning when I finally awoke, I could hear Shelly and Donna conversing downstairs. I wondered if it had been real or just a weird dream about screwing my uptight mother-in-law. I was just coming out of the bathroom from my shower when Shelly came up the stairs with an odd look on her face.

"I've never seen my mother is such a good mood." She seemed somewhat incredulous. "She said she had the best sleep ever." Knowing what was expected, I remained non-committal as I sat on the side of the bed trying to figure a tangible excuse in case one was needed.

"Do you realize what you did last night?" Shelly was more astonished than pissed. "Do you know that you were so drunk that you fell asleep naked on the floor beside mom? Holy shit Peter, if she had found you like that there'd have been hell to pay."

Donna and Shelly could be sisters - honestly. They were both about the same height and shape - and Donna certainly didn't look forty-seven. Shelly used to tease me by saying the only reason I hung around was because of her hot momma. I have to admit, I had fantasized a bit about doing her mom but Shelly was more than enough for me. I had often wondered why there was never any mention of Shelly's dad until she confessed that her mom had met a service man one night and they had a torrid affair that lasted about a week. After that, she had never seen him again.

"Hurry up you," she hissed. "I need to go shopping for some things and I'll be gone for most of the day. I want you to keep her company while I'm away." She gave me her worried look. "You know how she is."

I quickly threw on some shorts and a tee shirt and headed downstairs. Donna was indeed a lot cheerier than usual. She went so far as to pour me a coffee and bring it to me. Shelly gave me one of those ‘what the fuck?' looks as she was closing the door to go run her errands. As soon as the car pulled away, Donna sat back and smiled dressed, as she always was, in her morning cotton flowered wrap-around skirt and a plain silk pajama shirt without a bra.

I looked everywhere but at Donna as I remembered the previous night. I tried to tell myself it didn't happen, but it did. I could only hope that Donna believed it an amazing dream.

"Did you have a good sleep Peter?" Donna asked. "You must've gotten home late."

"I guess it was late. Those head-office guys know how to drag things out." I smiled. "How did you sleep?"

"It was the best sleep in a long time." Donna was looking at me over the rim of her coffee cup. "I had the most amazing dream - very erotic - and I don't usually have those."

"Really?" I sat back and smiled. "Do tell." I was expecting Donna to blush or turn away, but she did neither.

"Well, actually it involved you." She took a sip of her coffee. "It was so real." This time it was me who felt flush as the color raised in my cheeks.

"I dreamt that I was sleeping on a couch - naked because it was so hot. Suddenly I was being touched - not in the gross, invasive way, but touched in an arousing, urgent way. Then I felt the hot breath on me - and then the mouth and tongue. It was so talented - so real - I absolutely loved it."

The way Donna was talking - her smooth as silk voice - almost as though she was reliving the moments - had me getting hard even though I was in shock from being told, basically, that she had been awake the whole time.

"Then the mouth stuff stopped." She pouted. "But then I felt something big and hot against me and suddenly I was being filled more that I have ever been filled before. It was heavenly."

I wondered how long she was going to torture me this way, rather than just jump to the point where she accuses me of raping her. I felt like I wanted to be sick.

"He had the nicest, sexiest voice. I'd heard it before but not like this." She had a distant smile on her face. "He sounded just like you, Peter. Did I ever tell you that you had a very sexy voice?"

"Uh, no you never have." My heart was racing - part because I was finding her telling so fucking arousing and part because I kept waiting for the hammer to fall. "So, what did this apparition say to you?"

"He told me that if I kept up responding the way I did he was going to have to, well, you know - do stuff." It was my turn to see her blush.

"Do what?" I pressed.

"Well, actually he said he'd have to fuck me in the ass." Her voice was quiet.

"Not a lot of women would go for that, you know." I interjected.

"I know," she replied softly. "But I happen to love that." It was my turn to raise an eyebrow and I decided it was time to put an end to the charade.

"I honestly thought you were Shelly." I offered sheepishly. "I am so sorry Donna."

"Don't be sorry Peter," Donna leaned back and brought her heals onto the chair seat, arms wrapped around her knees. "I can't remember having such an exciting time and, to be honest, the best sleep in years."

"Glad I could help, I guess." I laughed only because I was too damned embarrassed to do anything else.

"Do you know how long it's been since I had sex - even a quickie like last night?" Donna asked in a serious tone. "Years!" I stared at her open mouthed.

"I don't understand it," and I couldn't. Donna was, as I said, beautiful and very sexy. It was obvious from her reaction last night that she certainly wasn't frigid.

"Well, I didn't want a repeat of Shell's father," she stated. "Another wham-bam, I'll call you and then nothing except a baby to raise on my own. Eventually celibacy became the norm and I just quit thinking about it or wanting it." She gave me a rueful smile. "And then last night happened."

"Again Donna," I stammered, "I am so very sorry - it was an honest mistake by a guy that was half-cut."

"And again," she soothed. "Don't be sorry."

The way Donna was looking at me I knew her brain was still in over-drive. Eventually she turned to look absently out of the window.

"I want more." She said it to nobody in particular - like she was releasing an inner voice.

"Pardon?" I asked thinking she may want more coffee. Instead, what she did took me completely off-guard.

Still not looking at me, Donna calmly pulled the hem of her dress over her knees and let it fall into her lap. At the same time, she spread her legs to reveal her freshly showered, trimmed pussy which looked all puffy and wet.

"I want more of what you gave me last night Peter." Her voice was barely a whisper. "Will you do that for me?"

"Are you sure?" I stared at her in disbelief but my eyes were drawn to her pussy, which seemed to be opening before my eyes.

"No, not really," she gave a resigned chuckle. "But I loved what you did to me last night and you're the only man I know and trust."

"But I'm your son-in-law." I threw in as a feeble protest. My cock had already made up my mind and I was on my feet approaching her.

"Which is why I know you're safe, besides, last night was amazing." Donna held my eyes as I stopped beside her.

I touched the inside of her knee and felt her jump. Looking back into her eyes, I slid my hand up her thigh until I cupped her mound. It was, indeed, sopping wet and I was able to slide two of my fingers into her without issue. I began to finger-fuck her and Donna began to make choking sounds - trying hard not to make any noise but I knew she was thoroughly aroused. I pulled my fingers from her pussy.

"Come with me." I instructed. Donna obediently followed as we went into the family room. She stood still as I removed her shirt and undid her skirt, letting the garments drop to the floor. Her body was an older version of her daughter's and I couldn't help but reach up and fondle her breasts. Her nipples were hard little raisins under my palms. Donna was looking at me through half-lidded eyes.

"How long has it been since you have really been kissed by a man?" I asked gently.

"Years," was her simple reply.

Stepping towards her, I pulled her tight against me and my lips found hers. They parted willingly as I pushed my tongue forward and a soft moan escaped her lips. I reached down to her ass and pulled her tighter, my leg between hers and her pussy pressed against my thigh. As I stroked her back, it didn't take long before she was rubbing herself against me, pressing her clit tighter against my leg. Taking advantage of her aroused state, I slid my finger between her asscheeks and began to toy and probe her rear passage. Donna pulled herself away and stared at me with somewhat unfocussed eyes.

"Please," she murmured, "let me have you in my mouth." It was almost a plea and who was I to refuse that kind of request.

Kissing her again, I gently pressed on her shoulders until she lowered herself to her knees. She waited patiently and watched as I undid my shorts and let them fall to the floor. When my hard cock sprang free Donna wasted little time before capturing it and covering the bulbous head with her mouth. She looked up at me as she slowly slid her mouth further down my shaft and I caught my breath. Picking up speed, she sucked harder and used her tongue to swirl around the head.

"Wow," I hissed. "For someone who hasn't had sex in years you're pretty adept at giving head."

"You know that computer you gave me?" Donna pulled my cock from her mouth and was rubbing it over her face. "The internet has such interesting sites." She slid her mouth back over my cock and started sucking.

"Have you been searching porn sites Donna?" I teased. "You know that porn corrupts, don't you?"

"They keep me sane." She replied. This gave me a flash of genius and a chance to kill two birds with one stone.

"So, I'm assuming you touch yourself when you're watching, right?" Man, she was pretty good at sucking dick, I thought. I reached down and gripped her arm, hefting her to her feet. Donna looked at me as though something was wrong and I leaned forward and kissed her long and hard to reassure her. Scooping our clothes off of the floor I gave her ass a playful slap.

"Follow me." I was so excited I could hardly wait.

I led Donna up to my office where Shelly and I sometimes played and had her sit on the small sofa there. My computer was hooked to a large flat-panel TV - partially for the spreadsheet system I used at work but, more often than not, it was the porn videos that Shelly and I found particularly arousing. I brought up a favorite site and went over to sit beside Donna.

"I want you to show me what you do at home." I was almost beside myself.

"But I want you," she protested.

"Trust me," I guaranteed. "Once we get through this, last night will have been tame, I promise."

I settled back and pulled Donna back with me. My hand went around her to cradle her soft tit and tweak her nipple as she watched the scene unfold. Donna's eyes were glued to the images and I added a little distraction for her.

"Wouldn't you love to suck a cock like that?" I whispered. "Have it pulse in your hand and mouth like that?" Donna murmured her agreeance.

"Your pussy must be almost dripping." I took my hand form her tit and felt between her legs. Sure enough, it was sopping and leaving a wet mark on the cushion.

"So, I want you to show me what you do to yourself when you're home all alone and horny." Donna stared at me with somewhat disbelief but her eyes softened when she saw my hand around my cock slowly stroking its length.

"I promise you Donna - last night will be nothing." I soothed. "I happen to find women fingering themselves to be over the top as far as arousing goes." I stopped for a moment, but only to take Donna's hand and direct it to her pussy.

She started slowly at first but as the scenes unfolding before her on the screen heated up, so did she. Soon Donna was spread completely open and she was jamming three fingers into her pussy as she used her other hand to swirl across her clit. It was also exciting to hear how vocal she became the more her excitement built. Finally, with a great series of shrieks and groans, she began to cum, turning from a rigid, tense striving woman to a quivering, spasming mass at the finish line.

Not wanting to give her respite, I slid off the couch and plastered my face against her gash and let my tongue loose. Donna squealed again and grabbed onto my head as she ground herself against me.

"Oh fuck Peter," she panted. "Oh fuck that feels wonderful."

I pressed my lips upwards and sucked her clit into my mouth and began to suck on it like it was a little cock. This drove her to new heights and she screamed my name.

"Oh yessssss Peter. Suck my clit" She wailed. "Oh fuck I've never felt this good before."

Donna gave a few high-pitched squeals and then dissolved into another mass of quivering flesh as she came hard again. I continued to lick her pussy until she breathlessly pushed me away. My face was wet and shiny from her juices and I couldn't believe that I was actually doing my mother-in-law. I realized where Shelly got her sense of adventure and I had the sudden urge to show Donna why Shelly was always smiling.

Rising to my knees I grasped my shaft and aimed the head at he pussy. I reached out and wrapped my free hand behind Donna and pulled, at the same time lunging forward and buried my length into her in one thrust.

"Ohhh ffuucckk, yeeessssss," she groaned as I sank my length into her. She was still a lot tighter than my Shell, probably from lack of use, but for whatever reason she was an amazing woman to be sinking into. As I began to fuck her, it was as though a switch was thrown. Donna was a classy woman - by anyone's standards. She could converse, at length, on a variety of subjects - politics, economics, real estate as well as a host of others. She could rub elbows with the who's who and not miss a beat. But have her reclining on a couch in my office, with my cock pounding into her little used pussy, and all her class went out the window. My proper mother-in-law turned into a wanton cock loving slut.

As I pounded her Donna, looking up at me with a look of pure unadulterated lust in her eyes, reached up and dragged my face to hers and she hungrily kissed me. Her tongue shot out and scoured the inside of my mouth.

"Oh just fuck me with your wonderful cock," she panted. "It feels so good inside me. Better now I'm awake."

I had to agree. Donna had been responsive to a degree last night, but today she was throwing herself into it one hundred percent. She was more vocal because she was safe to express herself and if there was one thing that I absolutely loved, it was a woman who was vocal and loud when she fucked.

I reached down with both hands and took hold of her waist, pulling her up and forcing her to arch her back. Leaning forward, I took her nipple into my mouth and began to suck on it and give it playful bites. This seemed to add to Donna's frenzy.

"Oh baby, yes do that to me." Her voice was husky and breathless. "Suck my titties." She groaned as I sucked hard on it.

"Harder Peter - suck harder." Donna was a real ride-and-a-half and she reached down, gripped her legs behind the knees, and pulled her legs up affording me easier and more thorough access to her cunt.

"You like it rough Donna?" I was still trying to get my head around my classy mother-in-law acting like some sex-starved nymph and I returned to kissing her - our lips bruising each others.

"Oh yes baby, when I fuck I love to fuck hard." She panted into my mouth. "I want you to slam your big fat cock into my tiny cunt."

I suddenly pulled out of her much to her surprise but I knew if I stroked a few more times I'd go past the point of no return and I certainly didn't want that.

"Roll over my little cock-lover," I hissed. "Get on your knees."

Donna obediently shifted and I slammed my cock back into her from behind. She yowled her approval and continued to thrust her ass back against me and grunt each time I shoved my cock into her. She was so wet that almost her entire ass was shiny with her juices. What she had said about fucking her ass was still in the forefront of my mind and I pressed my thumb against her ass-hole. Donna hissed as her sphincter opened and my thumb began its decent into her rear opening. Instead of stopping and waiting, I continued to press until my entire thumb was buried in her anus and I could feel my cock slide through the membranes.

"Oh Peter I've never felt so full." She threw out over her shoulder.

"You like that?" I hissed.

"Oh fuck it hurts," was her unsteady reply, "but I love it."

"That's good," I groaned as I thrust my cock into her, "because now I'm going to fuck your ass." I guess the thought of doing the unthinkable was a bit too much for her because she began to orgasm again and her groaning built as her legs began to quiver and she fought for breath. I had to pull my cock out of her to keep from cumming myself, and using my free hand, began to lightly spank her clit. This drove Donna into a complete frenzy and it appeared as though she was having one long continuous orgasm.

I scooped up her pussy juice and smeared it over her ass-hole, using the in and out motion of my thumb to get the entrance nice and wet. Getting back up on my knees, I pointed my cock - which was so desperate by this time to cum - against her opening and began to slowly push it into her.

"Ggaaaaaaaaa," she cried as her ass was being stretched, "oh it hurts Peter."

"Do you want me to stop?" There was still some humanity left in me that I had to ask.

"Nnnnnnnoooooooooo," she groaned, "I want it. Fuck my ass."

I continued to push more of my length into her, pulling almost all the way out and then slowly entering her again. I did this over and over until I finally had her ass stuffed and my balls rested against her cunt. Pulling back I pushed in again, drawing out a long loud groan.

"Oooohhhhhh Peeeetttteeerrrrr!" She was in obvious discomfort and I thought about pulling out of her entirely until she took a deep breath of air. "Fuck my ass like I'm a whore. Your whore!"

She was so adamant that I felt I had to comply and I began to fuck her. Starting slowly but, at Donna's insistence, began to build up speed until I was fucking her like a mad-man and she was grunting and groaning like some Saturday night slut. I felt my balls tighten and, although I wanted this to last a lot longer, really didn't care. I've had her now - I'll have her whenever I want, when the opportunity allows. Torrents of cum jetted from my cockhead deep into her colon.

"Fuck I can feel your cum in me!" she grunted and immediately lost it as another orgasm hit her hard. She straightened up, her back against my chest and I reached around to grab her tit and began to pull and twist her nipple. This seemed to drive her farther along the orgasm trail and she let out a long low howl as her body shook on my arms. Then, as if all of her human power had drained, she fell forward and collapsed over the arm of the couch.

"I have never felt so totally used." She chuckled as she panted for breath. "You must think I'm a total sex fiend."

"Not at all," I felt compelled to kiss her back. "I think you are a sexual woman who put everything on the back-burner to make sure her daughter had a safe upbringing." It was my turn to laugh. "That is, until her husband came home drunk."

"Oh shit! Shelly!" Donna panicked. "If she ever finds out she'll disown me."

"And divorce me." I confirmed.

It was a mad panic as we ran to gather our clothes, stopping each other along the way to neck and caress each others bodies. We finally opted on a shower to clean ourselves up and get rid of the residue of our tryst.

It was interesting standing behind Donna under the rushing water and slathering up her body. She was in remarkable shape and when I said she and Shell could be sisters, I wasn't off-base at all. Sure, Donna's body had the age thing, but everything was still firm with the exception that her tits were a bit softer. The other big difference was that Shelly would never give up her ass to me.

"Hey," I laughed and pulled her closer, letting her feel my cock between her cheeks. "When did you first try anal?"

"Why? Didn't you like it?" She chuckled, folding her arms over mine.

"Are you kidding? I loved it!" I bent and kissed her neck.

"Well, to be totally honest today was the first time," she confessed. "With a man, that is," she added as an after-thought. She turned in my arms to face me, a hint of amusement in her eyes as she read the bewilderment in mine.

"Don't look so surprised Peter," she snuggled her tits against me. "You know those porn sites I found show all sorts of exciting things." Donna was enjoying this little confession time and I felt her hand wrap around my shaft and begin to stroke its length.

"Add that to the fact that there is a sex shop not too far from here that I frequent whenever I come to visit." She cooed. "You know, they have dildos and vibrators of all sizes that almost feel like the real thing." She gave my hardening cock a playful tug. "Almost!"

I mashed my lips against hers as images of her shoving dildos in her ass and pussy, while she lolled on her king-sized bed watching porn, flashed in my brain. This was a side of my mother-in-law that I never knew existed. On the other side of that coin, why should I have known - or even cared? I wanted to get into her daughter's pants.

We finished the shower and Donna gave me the most amazing blow-job as I leaned against the bathroom counter, swallowing and savoring every drop of my cum as it shot out of my cock and into her sweet mouth.

"Peter, this can never happen again," Donna was trying to be very serious and draw that line in the sand, but it was difficult to take her serious when she kept kissing the head of my soft cock and brushing her cheek against its length.

"If Shelly ever finds out..." she didn't need to finish. We both knew that there'd be one fine mess to try to dig out of.

The problem was that when Donna stood up, she pressed her tits flat against my chest, snaked her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply.

"I just find after so long, I can't keep my hands off of you." I could really sympathize with her and wished she had found a caring fellow years ago. She really was too damned hot to refuse herself the way she did.

I cuddled her for a bit, enjoying the feeling of her body against me, and we kissed like a couple of teenagers until we thought it prudent to dress. We were sipping coffee and watching a movie when we heard Shelly come through the door.

"So, this is what you two do while I'm out shopping, huh?" she teased. "Watch movies, drink coffee and probably gossiped the whole time I was away."

"Well, actually dear," Donna piped in to save my ass, "Peter was trying to keep his mother-in-law amused." Shelly gave me a playful look.

"Ah, and did he succeed?" She draped her arm over my shoulders and kissed my cheek.

"Actually, he did a fabulous job." She gave me a wink. "You can leave me in his good hands any time you want."

"Well, you two had all day to laze around," Shelly stifled a yawn. "I'm going up for a nap." She took a couple of steps towards the stairs.

"Oh, Peter," she added lazily as she climbed the stairs. "We've all been invited to the Barber's tonight. It's Kay's twenty-fifth. Mom, you're coming too!"

"Do you think I should?" Donna was staring at me. "I don't do very well at parties, you know and I'm a tad older than you and your friends."

"Mel and Kay are good people," I reassured. "You'll really like them." I reached over and patted Donna's knee realizing, almost immediately, it was the wrong thing to do. It felt like an electric shock had fired through me. I felt almost helpless as my hand made its way up her thigh. Donna continued to stare at me as she willingly parted her legs and allowed my hand free access to her panty-less pussy. I slipped my fingers along her wet slit and slipped two digits inside her.

"This is so wrong Peter," she gasped as my fingers entered her. "But I really want you to touch me." She fell against me and pressed her lips against mine as I continued to finger-fuck her while her daughter - my wife - lay upstairs sleeping. It didn't take long before Donna was grabbing for a pillow to bury her face into as she came, groaning and heaving and quivering on the sofa.

"You are so bad, young man." She breathlessly scolded.

"And you're complaining?" I gave her a wink and looked at my watch. "If we're heading over to he Barber's we should get ready."

As I smiled at Donna, I still could hardly believe that I had been doing her pretty steadily for the last sixteen hours or so. Even now, as I looked at her with her skirt hiked up and her hard nipples poking through the tee shirt she had put on after the shower, she still looked as though I could drop my jeans and she would've climbed all over me. Her smile beamed across her flushed face.

"I think I may have to borrow something to wear from Shell. I didn't expect to be here this long. Do you think she'll mind?" Donna was beginning to fret about not fitting in at the party.

"Just relax Donna. They're good people." I gave her a reassuring look and shooed her upstairs to sort things out with Shelly.

I was just finishing up reading the paper when the women appeared and I must've looked somewhat stunned. Shell had worked her make-up magic on her mom and Both looked absolutely stunning and looked more like they were ready to go clubbing than to a birthday bash.

Donna's dark hair had been teased into a ‘just-fucked' look. Her dark eye shadow accentuated her already large brown eyes, with the right amount of blush. The kicker was the cherry-red lipstick that really accentuated her full, pouty lips. Of course, the light top - without a bra - and a light, very short skirt that showed off her two very shapely legs encased in dark hose - only added to her sexiness.

Shelly was dressed similarly and her make-up really added to her sexiness as well and I found my dick starting to stir. She noticed it too and smiled - knowing that she was going to get really and truly fucked sometime this evening. I made my way upstairs to change and was back just in time to see the two women drain a glass of wine as we prepared to head out.

The party was in full swing by the time we arrived and drinks were being passed around. Sure enough, Donna received quite a bit of attention from the guys and a few gals which seemed to fluster her to no end. Shelly and I made the rounds before settling down with a drink for a good chat with our hosts to catch up on old times. It seemed like only minutes, but it had been quite a while, before Shelly gave me a concerned look.

"Peter, I don't see mom anywhere." She gave me her sweetest smile. "Be a dear and find her before we leave without her?" Smiling, I took my assignment in stride and began to scout through the house.

Socializing as I progressed from room to room, I finally found her in Mel's office reclining in his massive chair.

"Shell sent out the search party for you," I smiled. Donna looked up at me and smiled.

"There are an awful lot of people here." Her voice seemed different - a lot younger, almost child-like. "I'm really not used to socializing like this. I guess I had a bit of a panic attack."

I reached for and drew her to me for a gentle, supportive embrace. What started off as a platonic hug turned into something much more and my hand slithered down her back and gripped her ass. Shell had done an amazing job on her mother's make up and as her lips pressed against mine all I could think about was fucking her, yet again.

"Peter, we're in someone else's house," she panted into my ear. She didn't argue as my hand forced its way between her thighs to rub her pussy. "What if we get caught?"

"That's why I locked the door." I lied. "Turn around and bend over the desk." I hissed. Donna did as she was told and in no time I had her short skirt flipped up, exposing her beautiful ass. There was no possible way she could have not heard my zipper being yanked down - the sound was explosive in the small room.

With my hard cock bobbing in the air I took a moment and, quite literally, ripped her thong off her ass.

"I know this is so wrong," I hissed in her ear, "But I really just want to fuck you."

"I want you to fuck me Peter." She groaned back. "I've never felt like this since forever."

I swiped my cock up and down her wet slit and finally just shoved it into her as hard as I could. Donna growled as my cock stretched her pussy walls, but she murmured encouragements and took thrust after thrust until my cock spewed a copious quantity of cum into her. When we were finished and I had tucked my cock back inside, I took Donna by the arm back to the party.

"Mom, you're all flushed. Are you feeling alright? You had us all quite worried." Shell was almost beside herself. "You can thank Peter that he found you."

"I just have a bit of a headache dear, and yes," Donna lied so very well, "Peter is a dear for coming to find me. Would you mind if I was a bother and asked him to drive me home?"

"If Peter will drive you home? I don't have an issue with that mom. You should know that." Shell was almost indignant about the proposal.

"Well, I don't want to put anyone out, you know that." Donna replied.

"Peter would you mind driving mom home?" Shell asked. "Kay has asked me to go over a few things with her after the party. I might as well crash here."

I had very little doubt that my wife had even the remotest inkling of what she was doing, but Donna and I left the party. Once in the car, Donna's hands seemed to develop a mind of their own and they went right to my pants and undid the fly. She had no issues with flashing me her pussy or doing whatever I requested.

"I meant what I said, you know," Donna said quietly as her hand gently stroked my cock. "I have never felt this way around a man before - any man." I stayed quiet knowing there was more to come.

"Oh, I've been with a few guys - very few - when Shelly was young - but they were just in it for one thing. Nice tits, nice ass, a single mom - she must put out." She stopped stroking me and laughed bitterly. "And now there's you. So completely at ease with me and the way you've always treated Shell."

"Well, if the truth be known, I've had plenty of fantasies about you." This caused Donna to stop dead and give me an astonished look. "Like you said - nice tits, nice ass - but you forgot to add an astonishing beautiful face and a body that stops traffic." I gave her a side-long glance and grinned wolfishly. "Besides, I always knew there was something smoldering inside you."

"What?" she chuckled, "That I'm a closet porn lover? A slutty bitch who sleeps with her daughter's husband?"

"Now, that was all my fault." I admitted. "If I hadn't been plastered..."

"I wouldn't have had the best night of my life." Donna cut me off mid-sentence. "Not to mention the best weekend."

I turned the car into the driveway and shut off the engine. I turned to look at my mother-in-law in the filtered light and took in her amazing beauty. Now, I knew a few guys who bragged about how sexy their mother-in-law's were and how much they'd love to sink one into them, but here I was sitting in a car, with my dick hanging out of my pants, alone with my equally exposed mother-in-law who knew that she was going to get good and fucked as soon as the door closed behind us. I didn't feel ashamed - I felt like the luckiest guy on the planet and all thoughts of Shell were a million miles away. .

"Would you do something for me?" I asked her quietly as I reached over to draw her closer for a kiss.

"I'll do anything you want." Her lips pressed against mine and her tongue lolled out and into my mouth.

It was all I could do to not take her right there in the driveway, especially when she playfully planted her hands on the engine hood and spread her legs slightly. As it was, I slid my hand up the inside of her sticky thighs and slid my finger into her pussy. I pumped a few times and then turned and walked away towards the house. By the time Donna had caught up, I was already opening the door.

Donna rushed past and, reaching out, almost dragged me in behind her. As the door slammed she was already in my arms, her legs straddling my thigh and busily humping her pussy against me as she feverishly kissed me. I pushed her back against the wall, ripped open her blouse and attacked her luscious tits - sucking her nipples deep into my mouth.

"I've never known a man to get so worked up," she panted as her fingers gripped my hair and directed my mouth from one tit to the other. "But I'm not complaining."

I reached for the hem of her skirt and drove my hand in. Her pussy was still sticky-wet with our combined juices and I roughly shoved two digits inside her. Donna began to yelp as I roughly fingered her pussy and egged me on.

"I want your cock in me Peter," she was beside herself - almost frantic. "You're going to make me cum if you don't stop."

"That's the idea," I slobbered into her tits and I doubled my efforts. "I have all night with you and I want to make it memorable."

"Oh baby," she groaned, "this is going to be the best." She tried to speak again but I had pressed my thumb hard against her clit and rotated over it. Whatever her words were only came out as a high pitched squeal as she came so hard on my fingers I could feel her pussy walls bearing down and squeezing them.

She was panting hard, fighting for her breath when I pressed my lips against hers.

"I feel like such a wanton whore at the moment." She sighed as our lips parted. "Like one of those girls in the videos that I've watched." She kissed me hard again and this time let her tongue lick across my cheek.

"I've never felt like this ever before." She seemed somewhat astonished at her own behavior.

"Do you want me to stop?" I knew what the answer was going to be even before I asked, but I didn't count on the way she responded.

Donna slipped from between me and the wall and made a bee-line for the stairs. Pausing, she bent slightly over and flipped up the back of her skirt till her ass was exposed.

"No I don't want you to stop. You have me for the night and I want you to fill me up with your cum," she began to climb the stairs. "I want to suck your cock - I want you to fuck my sore ass - I want to do whatever you want me to do for you." She turned and smiled and grabbed her tits and squeezed. "Tonight I want you to treat me like I'm a whore - bought and paid for."

"Then I think you had best go up and get ready for a night of entertaining, right?" I smiled. "I'll be waiting down here."

I watched as Donna swished her ass up the remaining stairs to get ready. Once I heard the bathroom door close, I checked to make certain the house was locked up and the privacy chains were on - no point in having Shell, or anyone else, interrupt us. I poured a drink and sat down in the living room. It wasn't long before I heard Donna coming down the stairs and I could feel my cock twitch in anticipation.

"Are you ready to do whatever I want?" I called out.

"I am yours for the night, so whatever your heart desires is yours," came her reply.

When she came around the corner, I thought my cock would rip right through my pants. Donna had taken time to redo her hair and make-up, but what threw me was that she was wearing a red lace body-stocking. It encased her and accentuated her curves. There was an opening at the crotch that, when she pirouetted, showed it was cut high on the ass for easy access. She looked like a very high-class call-girl - or at least what I imagined one would look like.

"So, what would you like me to do for you Peter?" Her voice had taken on a very sultry, sexy tone.

"I'd like you to sit there." I pointed to a chair that was opposite to me. I waited until she sat down, looking at me - anticipating.

"I want to watch you make yourself cum." I was damn near holding my breath waiting for a rebuff.

"Really?" She sounded somewhat amused.

"I want to watch my sexy mother-in-law finger her gorgeous pussy until she cums all over the chair." I was so hard now it was verging on painful.

"And what are you going to do?" It was a logical question, I guess. So I gave her an honest answer.

"We'll have to see, won't we?" I answered.

"A girl can always hope." Donna settled back into the chair and looked straight into my eyes.

She slowly spread her legs until they hung over the arms affording me the fine vantage point of staring directly at her deliciously neglected-yet-starving pussy. She began feeling her tits and slowly stroked down her body.

"Do you have any idea how much I wish it was you doing this to me?" Her voice was thick with lust. "How much I want it to be your hands squeezing my tits and getting ready to finger my pussy." Her voice trailed off as her fingertips stroked closer to her core. A sharp intake of breath indicated she had made contact with her clit.

I watched as her hand rotated in her crotch and heard Donna struggle to keep her breathing under control. Knowing where this was going to lead, I stood and removed my clothes, making sure that her eyes were on my rigid member. As I sat down again, I wrapped my hand around the shaft and began to slowly stroke my length. Donna groaned at the sight.

"It's just not fair," she complained - but she never stopped stroking her pussy and squeezing her tits.

"I've had more sex in the last twenty-four hours than I've had in the last four years. If you weren't my son-in-law, I'd take you home with me." She sighed as her fingers plunged into her depths - making a tantalizing sloppy squishing sound - while staring at my fist on my cock.

"Well, I have to admit," I smiled, virtually mesmerized by her fingers delving into her pussy, "not every guy has a mother-in-law as sexy as you, nor as fuckable as you." I watched her fingers plunge deeper into her pussy.

"I want you to lick your fingers clean." I hissed. "I want you to taste your pussy juices."

I watched in awe as Donna pulled her fingers from her pussy and sucked them into her mouth. Her tongue danced around and between them licking them clean. It was enough for me and I stood and walked across the room to where she was sitting, pulling my cock as I walked. Donna opened her mouth, expecting me to slide my length between her lips but instead I stood before her and continued to stroke myself. I could feel my cum bubbling inside of my balls - wanting release. With a grunt and a groan, I began to unload all over Donna. This was all she needed and she, too, began to cum, her fingers pistoning in and out of her pussy as her opened mouth in an attempt to capture some of my offerings.

"That's not fair," she pouted as she absently rubbed my cum across her lace covered tits. "I wish you had been in my mouth."

I crouched down and reached for her hand, still nestled between her thighs. Drawing it to my mouth, I began to feast on her glistening digits.

There'll be plenty of time for that," I promised. "We have all night and with you dressed like that, I don't think I'm going to have any problems staying hard." I gave her a wry smile. "Besides, when you were upstairs changing I took a little pill that's going to give me lots of time."

"In that case," Donna's face lit up in eagerness, "treat me like the slut I feel like tonight." I leaned forward and kissed her hard. I held on to her head as I rose to me feet, my still very hard cock bobbed inches from her face.

"If you want me to treat you like a slut, then I will." I stroked her cheek while I pulled her closer with my other hand. "Suck my cock!"

Donna obediently opened her mouth and my cock, cum dribbles and all, slipped through her lips. I began to rock back and forth as I held her head steady. I kept shoving harder and Donna, not being familiar with being used like this, fought at first but as I offered encouraging and soothing words, relaxed herself and her throat, until in no time I was actually stuffing the entire length of my member into her mouth and down her throat.

Knowing it was too soon to cum again I pulled my cock out of her mouth, much to her disappointment. I had her stand and bend over, gripping the chair arms. I took my place behind her and slammed my cock into her sopping pussy. Donna hissed with pleasure.

"Who'd have thought that my fucking you by mistake last night would turn you into a sex-starved slut." I sneered as I slammed into her over and over again.

"I'm.....glad....you....did!" Donna panted between thrusts. "I've....missed...a...lot!"

"You did," I panted in reply. "And so did I. Just wait till I fuck your sweet ass again." I wet my thumb and, not too gently, pressed it into her ass. Donna hissed at the invasion.

"Oh yes Peter - I want you to fuck my ass." She panted back. "I want to feel your cock pound into me - feel your cum shoot in me again."

I wanted tonight to be special and I pulled my cock from her. Her look was verging on the frantic side of things when she looked at me questioningly until I pulled her close and ran my hand all over her tits and kissed her hungrily.

"When was the last time you slept with a man?" I looked deeply into her eyes.

"Oh, that was with Shell's father." She seemed somewhat ashamed with the admission. "After that it just never felt right so..." she trailed off, shrugging her shoulders.

"Tonight," I smiled as I slid my hand further down to stroke her engorged clit. "I want you to spend the night in my bed getting well fucked and I want you to wake up in the morning beside me."

"But if Shelly catches us..." Donna gave me a worried look.

"I've put the chain-lock on the door." I smiled conspiratorial. "We'll have to be up before she can get in to the house." Donna spun to face me. Throwing her arms around my neck she kissed me hard.

"I know that this is so wrong Peter and you must think I am a terrible mother for taking my own daughter's husband," she looked at me with sadness in her big brown eyes, "but it's been so long since I've felt the touch of a man. I know that sounds pathetic..."

"That sounds like a very sensual woman who has put her own needs second to her daughter's for years." I gave her ass a playful slap. "That is, until your son-in-law unleashed those desires." I pulled her close for a comforting hug.

"You know," I continued. "A lot of people wouldn't understand, but I do, and a lot of people wouldn't understand why your son-in-law's cock starts to get hard just from a hug - like it always has, but I do." I gave her another long, deep, passionate kiss. "Come on you, time for bed." Taking her hand, I led her up the stairs to the bedroom. Once inside, I kissed her again and left to clean myself up.

When I returned, Donna had dimmed the lights and was sprawled across the bed - legs splayed, fingers slowly sliding in and out of her pussy. She had that ‘I absolutely need to get fucked' look on her face, her eyes closed, hair spread across the pillow and her other hand fondling her tits. Without saying a word, I grabbed my camera from the dresser and took a picture. When Donna realized what I was doing, she really put on a show, arching her back, shoving her pussy in the air, plunging her fingers into her cunt. All the while, I was cranking off shot after shot. Finally, I took my place on the bed and as I sidled up beside her, Donna took my cock in her mouth and sucked it like a woman possessed as I took a few more pictures before settling in for whatever the night had in store for us.

I let Donna suck on me for a bit longer and then I popped my cock from her mouth. She looked up at me like some sex-starved kitty as I repositioned myself to kneeling between her legs. I gripped her thighs and pulled her until my cock was pressing against her pussy. Donna was begging me to slide it into her and, not wanting to disappoint, I pulled her harder against me until my cock slammed home. Donna was another person - encouraging me, begging me to fuck her hard and fast, pleading with me to pull and twist her tits. She had my blood boiling and as I plunged my cock into her I reached down and ripped the body-suit from the neck, revealing her beautiful tits.

Leaning forward, I sucked a nipple into my mouth and began to suckle and chew on it as I continued to ream her pussy until her body was shuddering with orgasmic pleasure. I pulled my cock from her and, lifting her legs higher and resting them on my shoulder, aimed the head of my cock at her ass and began to assault her rear orifice again.

"Gawd yes," she yelled. "Fuck my ass baby! Fuck my ass so hard I can't sit for a week."

I grabbed my camera and took a picture of my cock half-buried in her ass making sure that I had enough of a field that I took in her face with a look of absolute bliss on it. I buried myself fully into her and began to fuck her mercilessly, slamming my cock into her ass time and time again.

"Oh fuck Peter," she moaned, "it hurts but feels so fucking good. I'm going to cum again."

I jammed my thumb into her pussy and pressed my fingers against her clit, manipulating it until she cried out as another orgasm began to wrack her body. I didn't stop, but rather kept fucking her ass until she was hit with another violent orgasm.

When I finally felt the need to release my cum I quickly straddled her shoulders and, gripping my cock with one hand and my camera with the other, began to beat off over her face. Donna opened her mouth and I just had enough cohesion to switch the camera from still to video and caught a nice stream of me cumming on her face and in her mouth - and of Donna swallowing what she caught.

I finally flopped onto my back and Donna, seeing my still-hard cock bobbing in the air, stripped off the remnants of the body-suit and climbed on top of me. She lowered herself onto my cock for a nice, slow, leisurely fuck until we finally fell asleep after I emptied a load of cum deep inside her thirsting pussy.

The next morning found us entwined, naked on mine and Shelly's bed. Donna had dried cum on her thighs as she slept, legs splayed. I snuck out to the bathroom and did a quick wash-down with a facecloth and, sneaking back onto the bed, retrieved some of Shelly's famous lubes. I smeared up my cock and slipped a dollop on Donna's pussy for good measure. Balancing myself on my arms and toes, I pointed the head of my cock at her gash and slowly slid into her. Donna groaned at the invasion and slowly smiled as she opened her eyes.

"What a wonderful way to start the day," she cooed. "I wish you could wake me up every day."

What was intended as a fast and furious fuck turned into a long, slow passionate lovemaking session which ended with me filling her pussy with another load of goo. As I lay on my back recuperating, Donna took her time licking and sucking our combined juices off my cock, relishing the taste.

We were just sitting down for coffee when we heard Shelly at the front door, cursing the chain lock. Smiling at her frustration, I gave her a loving hug.

"I thought you'd been kidnapped." I gave her a gentle kiss.

"Well, not yet," Shell smiled uncertainly. "But Kay's asked me to go to New York with her to attend a course. It's not going to cost a cent." Shell had seen my frown. "And we'll only be gone for a week." She added hastily.

"When do you intend on leaving?" It wasn't as hard as I thought.

"Well, if we catch the 5PM flight we'll be back next Sunday about the same time." Shell was really eager to go and she had never asked for much - how could I refuse?

"Well, have a good time and just remember to buy me a tee-shirt." Just then Donna appeared and smiled at Shelly.

"You go and have a good time dear. I'll stick around to make sure Peter is taken care of." She magnanimously offered.

"Are you sure mom?" Shell couldn't believe her good fortune and, quite frankly, neither could I.

"You go and have a good time." Donna smiled as she gave her daughter a hug. "I'll make sure that Peter is well taken care of."

"Well, I better go pack then." We both watched Shelly scamper up the stairs. Donna turned to me and smiled radiantly.

"Well," she reached out and caressed my cock through my jeans, "it looks like you're stuck with me. Do you mind?"

"Not at all," I smiled as I slid my hand up her body and clutched her tit. "I think I can get you into all sorts of trouble this week" I pulled her roughly to me, feeling her tits flatten against my chest. "Did I ever tell you I have a couple of bi-sexual women working for me that are always up for a good time?"

"Ahhh," Donna smiled. "but the question is, will I get to watch you fuck them first?"