The Mother-in-Law's Visit
written by:
Joshua

My wife and I began our love affair as school-aged kids who have lived beside each other all our lives. Through junior high, then high school, and finally college, Amie and I remained the best of friends and it only seemed natural that we fall in love and marry. It also helped that her parents and mine were best friends as well, socializing often, and, on occasion, even vacationing together. Across all those years, I guess it was inevitable that Amie and I realized that we truly wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. Amie is intelligent, resourceful, and forward thinking and it was because of those qualities that she was elevated to the position of Chief Executive Officer of her company, and sent here to this island paradise where we'll spend the next three years living in a tropical bliss.

Amie's father, Dan, had been a career United States Marine Corps pilot and believe me, he was one tough man. He stands six feet, three inches tall, has a wide, barrel chest, and a demeanor that tells everyone that messing with him might require a great deal of forethought. Even today, in his mid-seventies, Dan is still a formidable man. The ex-Colonel married young and had a son, Amie's step-brother. But when Dan's first wife died soon after giving birth to the boy, Dan realized that if he wished to remain in the military service, he'd need help in raising the child. Two years after becoming a widower, Dan remarried. His second wife was Diane, a wonderful, kind, and understanding woman who bore Dan a second child, my darling wife, Amie. Diane was also many years younger than Dan although she always made it clear that the difference in age was of no matter to her.

There couldn't have been any greater differences between two people than Amie and her dipshit brother. Steve is selfish, conceited, and believes the world revolves around his every wish and demand. He made life miserable for Amie, and as we grew from one adolescent stage to another, Steve and I often fought over matters large and small. I hated the way he treated Amie, for sure, but he also treated his step-mother like shit as well. For some reason, Dan seemed unable to see the faults in his son, and so, over the years, adopted the practice of rescuing the dumb bastard time after time without any real learning taking place. Amie suffered in silence despite my pleas for her to speak to her father. "No, that's just the way Steve is," she would often say.

Diane did her best as a step-mother to love and nurture Steve, but the asshole made it difficult for her to do that. Day after day I watched from the sidelines as Steve treated Diane like shit: Diane, hoping Steve would eventually mature, played the role of mother to Steve and Amie as best she could despite her step-son's refusal to be anything other than a nuisance.

Dan did well in choosing Diane as a mate. She's almost as tall as her husband: Where Dan stands well over six feet, Diane's height hovers at six feet in bare feet. Diane knew Dan enjoyed seeing his wife dressed well, so on those many evenings where he and she went to dinner at the Officer's Club, Diane ensured to dress to the hilt. She wore a dress that hugged her wide hips, but which might also display a certain degree of cleavage. And believe me, as I grew older and began to appreciate a woman's tits, it was clear to me that Diane had a set of tits that measured at least 38dd. Rarely did Diane leave the house without her signature high heels: I recall her once remarking to my mother that she believed it was a wife's - and a woman's - duty to always be as well dressed as possible. Two well-shaped and well-tanned legs descended from her ass, and it was never hard to see men passing by her staring at her legs. Diane remained in such great shape that as Amie aged and entered her mid-teen years, her mother often borrowed various articles of Amie's clothing. A blouse, a pair of shoes, a hat: whatever. Amie once told me she loved the fact that she and Diane exchanged clothing because doing so brought her and her mother closer.

And here's where I make a confession. I fell in love with Amie when I was ten years old, but I fell in lust with Diane on my eighteenth birthday. There's a difference between love and lust, and anyone who has ever lusted after an older woman knows exactly what I'm talking about. Day after day, as my hormones began to rage and I'd wake in the morning with a raging hard cock, I fantasized about fucking Diane while Dan was away from the house. My fantasies centered around finding Diane in the kitchen, wearing a dress and heels, and silently teaching me the ways of life. I guess that's why I always felt a special attachment for Diane, although I loved her daughter more than anything. Day after day, especially after I entered high school, I made every effort possible to catch Diane in some form of undress, hoping she would never discover the secret sexual desires I held for her. As you can guess, I was not successful.

That is, until the day I turned eighteen. Eerily enough, Diane and I shared the same birthdate. So, on the day I turned old enough to vote, Diane reached the age of forty-eight years old. Earlier that same afternoon, a buddy of mine, Arnie, found his father's secret stash of old European girlie and porn magazines hidden away in the basement rafters and wanted to show the magazines to me as a birthday gift. For one entire rainy afternoon, Arnie and I gazed wide-eyed at the pages of older women sucking cock or taking it in their cunts. One magazine even showed women taking long, thick cocks in their asses. Making the excuse that my mother wanted me home early for my birthday dinner, I ran the three blocks to my house, intent on jacking off to the memory of the photos I'd just witnessed. But just as I entered the house, my heart fluttering wildly and my cock raging under my trousers, my mom cut my plans short when she announced that she'd invited Amie's family to our house for a joint birthday dinner. And that wasn't all mom announced.

"Go next door and ask Mrs. Williams if I can borrow her long cake pan," my mom instructed me. "I need it for the cake I'm baking for you." Feeling sexually frustrated, I made my way across the back yard, entered the gate that allowed me access to Amie's yard, and knocked on the back door of their house. I waited for several seconds, but no one came to answer my knock.

But not having anyone answer my knock was no big deal: Amie's family and mine always entered each other's homes without knocking. Thinking Diane or Amie might be in their den, I opened the door and entered the silent and empty kitchen. The sound of music drifted in from upstairs, so I headed in that direction, making my way up the padded, carpeted steps until I stood alone at the top of the stairwell. From experience, I knew the music -louder now - was coming from the direction of Amie's bedroom. Well, this could turn out well for me, I said to myself: No one's home but Amie. Now, my teenaged lust fueled by even hotter, sexual fires, I made my way to Amie's half-closed bedroom door, intent on surprising the love of my life.

But the surprise waiting for me did not involve Amie. My intent was to creep silently down the carpeted hallway and surprise her by bursting into the room. I knew Amie would be furious at me for doing so because this was something I'd done before on occasion. But before springing the surprise on Amie, I first wanted to determine where she was in the room. From my vantage point and past experiences, I knew that I'd be able to see the large mirror attached to Amie's wall from the half-opened doorway. With a silly grin on my face and a hard cock, I slid quietly closer to the small opening, craning my neck at just the right angle to see into the mirror and determine where Amie was. Closer now, quieter, I finally braced my chest against the door frame and peered into my dear Amie's bedroom.

But no one seemed to be in the room. Damn, I said to myself: Amie's not there. This is turning out to be one very frustrating afternoon, I thought. But it was then, just as I was turning to go that I detected movement from the right side of the room. And just as quickly as I detected the movement, a body stepped in front of the mirror from Amie's private bath. Dear god, I said to myself: that's not Amie. That's Diane.

Now, if I'd only seen Diane fixing her hair or adjusting her makeup that would be one thing. But the fact of the matter is that Diane had emerged from Amie's bathroom wearing the same bikini bottom that made up one half of the bathing suit Amie had purchased not one week before. Nothing covered Diane's chest or upper torso. She stood with her back to me, adjusting the height of the bikini bottom waistband in the mirror. Her long, red-tipped fingernails disappeared under the bikini waistband several times as the older woman tugged the garment up and down or side to side. But to be honest, my eyes were not on Diane's fingers or her ass: No, my eyes were solely focused on the two large tits that were in clear view in the mirror's reflection. I couldn't help but be amazed at the size of Diane's nipples: each round areole was a deep, chocolate colored circle, clearly larger than a half-dollar coin. The dark spot spread so far across each of Diane's tits that they seemed larger than a handprint. Perhaps the air conditioner in Amie's room had been turned down because while each areole was already super-sized, the nipple protruding from each titty had to have been at least an inch and a half in length, and larger than a thimble in circumference. Staring at each tit, it dawned on me that I might be staring at two of the largest tits I'd ever seen. Of course, my experience with titty- viewing was limited, but I'd seen my fair share of women in magazines, and I'd never seen two tits or nipples the size of Diane's.

Without knowing it, Diane had assisted me by providing an unobstructed view of her titties. Her auburn-red hair was piled in a bun above her head, the effect making her neck seem long and graceful. And because her hair did not obscure my view, I was able to watch without any hindrance as Diane stood less than ten feet from me, topless, and having no idea that an eighteen year old boy - or did this make me a man now? - stared at her tits with a raging hardon.

I was mesmerized, completely unable to move as Diane finished adjusting the biking bottom, then began to twirl on her bare feet, admiring her view from one angle before turning again and judging herself from another view. "Hm, I wonder what happens if I do this?" I heard Diane say, her eyes focused on the mirror. And with those words, she lowered the bikini bottom several inches until the first thick trace of her brown cunt hairs came into view. Rolling the thin fabric downward still, I was certain that my plate-sized eyes could see now the beginning of Diane's pubic mound in the mirror's reflection, the hair thicker there than at the fringes. Again, Diane turned, her back to the mirror now, but those two magnificent tits in full, clear view of my eyes. Every nerve in my body was on overdrive at that point, and the small, lust-driven voices in my head screamed for me to push the door open and rush into the room. The other, more sensible voices, however, screamed louder, and convinced me that my time spying on forty-eight year old Diane Williams had come to an end. I immediately crept silently down the steps, and returned home. I was safe now, my cock still raging and hard as concrete, but at least I was in my own home. I responded to my mother's question about returning to the house empty-handed, intent now on locking myself in the bathroom and jacking my young cock until I spewed every drop of come into a wadded up cloth. But my mother had other ideas.

"No, Zach," she said as she reached for the phone. "I really need that cake pan." Reaching for the phone, she said, "Stand right there while I call Diane." In seconds, my mother was speaking with Diane who agreed to meet me at the back door with the cake pan. I dashed out the door, knowing that I had to adjust my cock before arriving at Amie's back door. In no way did I want Diane to see me with a hard cock. A quick trip behind the garage and I was ready to reappear at Diane's door again without presenting any evidence of a still hard cock under my trousers.

This might have been my birthday, but matters were not going my way. Just as I arrived at the back door for a second time, I heard Diane's voice call out, "It's open, Zach. Come on in." Treading my way slowly through the door, I found Diane's body across the room, bent over at the waist, drumming through a pile of silver-coated pans. "Here's the one your mom wants," Diane said just before bringing herself to an upright position. Rounding the corner of the kitchen island now, I saw that Diane had donned a thick, white, terry cloth robe, a wide belt holding it in place and closed around her waist. Two large bulges stood out from the robe, the tits underneath once again a very clear, very vivid memory in my mind. She was barefoot still as she made her way across the short distance to where I stood by the door. I'd intentionally removed my shirttail from my jeans in an effort to conceal the raging monster inside my trousers. I had no idea of Diane was able to detect my hard cock, but if she did, she made no mention of it. No, what she did next made matters even that much worse for me.

"Here you go, dear," Diane said as she extended her arm with the pan in my direction. Less than a foot of distance separated forty-eight year old Diane and myself, and it was then that I noticed the first hint of her cleavage at that point where the robe closed under her throat. Oh, dear god, this is not working out for me, I said to myself. I took the pan from Diane's grasp, then mumbled something about thanking her for loaning the article to my mom. Just as I turned to leave, I felt Diane's hand on my arm, turning me back again to face her. Diane's face had by now turned to a serious expression, one that seemed to let me know she knew I'd spied on her. She placed her hands on her robe-covered hips and said, "Before you go, Zach, is there anything you'd like to tell me?" Staring at me as if she knew I'd done something wrong, she finally said, "Think carefully, Zach, before you answer my question."

Although the room was silent, the beating of my heart seemed so loud I was sure Diane would have no problem seeing it rise and fall. I just knew she'd seen me spying on her while she tried on Amie's bikini bottom. I had no doubt that Diane either still wore Amie's bikini bottom across her ass, or, she'd removed it altogether. Neither possibility did much to cause my young cock to calm down. But after a few long seconds, Diane finally grinned widely and said, "What day is this, you goofball? It's our birthday, remember?"

Dear god, I said to myself: She just wants a birthday greeting. I began to tell her "happy birthday," but before the words escaped my mouth, I was suddenly engulfed in Diane's embrace, the terry-cloth robe cushioning against me like a pillow. "You do remember we share the same birthday, don't you, Zach?" Diane asked, her voice now filled with laughter as she planted a warm, soft kiss on my left cheek. I suppose Diane's lips left a red smudge from her lipstick, because as she stepped back from me, she extended her right hand and wiped the smear clean from my cheek. "Well, it certainly wouldn't do to have some young lady see you with lipstick on your cheek, now would it, Zach?" she said, still laughing at my embarrassment. To my surprise, Diane embraced me again, and it was during this repeat action that I felt the firmness of her amazing tits, the tits with the amazing nipples, the tits with the amazing shape. It took every bit of restraint I had in my eighteen year old body to keep from stepping forward, opening Diane's robe, and burying my head between her massive titties. But when I considered all the terrible and painful things Dan would do to me if Diane informed him of what I'd done, I knew it was time for me to leave. Thanking Diane for the pan, I ran across the two backyards until I arrived at my house. Out of breath, I decided to immerse myself in a cold shower, hoping the old wife's tale about cold water subduing any sexual urges were true. I can tell you that regardless of how long I stood under that freezing cold water, it did nothing to extinguish the intense sexual fires still raging inside of me. Finally, I left the shower and dressed for dinner, hoping that when Diane, Dan, Amie and dipshit Steve arrived, my sexual desires would be long gone.

The guests arrived just after six o'clock. Well, Dan, Amie, and Dumbass Steve arrived. "Diane will be right along," Dan informed my mother and father. "You know how she refuses to go anywhere unless she's dressed perfectly," the old former Marine said as he accepted a whiskey from my father. Amie managed to plant her luscious lips on my cheek while squeezing my hand, a move that always made my heart flutter. Stupid Ass Steve, naturally, complained about the smell of cooking food, a meal my mom had slaved over all day. When I made a move toward him, Amie grasped my arm and just by using her eyes, asked me silently to not pound Dickhead into the carpet. Sensing that I was ready to slam her step-brother's head into the wall, Amie asked, "Why don't you make sure we have enough soft drinks from the garage." She knew that a short walk in the cool night air might be all I needed to calm down. I nodded my head and made my way to the small building located at the end of our driveway.

I'd been in the garage only a few moments when I sensed someone watching me. Sensing that Amie had used the suggestion of me going to the garage as a chance for us to have at least a few stolen moments, with my body still turned toward the shelf where the sodas lay, I said, "Well, I see you really couldn't wait to have a few minutes alone with me, could you?" By now, two packs of sodas rested in my arms, and when I didn't hear a response, I said, "Baby, if you wanted to have another quickie, all you had to do was ask." Again, silence, causing me to turn to see what it was that was keeping Amie so quiet. When I turned, I realized the mistake I'd made, one that I was sure would cost me in a big way.

My heart took off like a rocket when I noticed Diane standing just inside the doorway. If standing beside her while she was dressed in nothing more than a white robe caused my cock to become rock hard, then the vision of her now suddenly made my dick as hard as steel, despite the additional element of fear that came over me. Shit, I said to myself: that's not Amie: it's her mother. Now what do I do, I questioned, certain that Diane was intelligent enough to realize that her daughter and I had had sex with each other. Oh, god, Dan is going to kill me when Diane tells him what I just said.

By now, Diane's eyes were locked onto mine in the same way a detective stares at a suspect he knows committed a major felony. Except for the gentle hum of the extra refrigerator in the garage corner, silence filled the room. Deciding that since my mouth had been the cause of the current troubling situation, I decided to remain silent as well. Slowly, ever so slowly in the same fashion as a hangman walking the gallows steps, Diane left the door and made her way across the short distance to where I still stood with an armful of sodas.

The distance between where I stood and the doorframe was less than ten feet. But when Diane began to make her way to me, despite the certainty that a severe beating awaited me from Dan, I couldn't help but notice the way Diane had dressed for the evening. Perhaps it was because I knew my young life - and possibly my relationship with the love of my life - was coming to an end soon, I felt myself relax somewhat. A thought ran through my head that since I was in serious trouble, matters couldn't get much worse. Still I watched with loaded arms as Diane finally took the final steps, I realized that Dan's statement about Diane's practice of always being dressed well was correct.

Diane had made sure that she was dressed for the occasion. As each step brought her closer to me, and as her figure became clearer in the somewhat dim light of a solitary light bulb, I saw that she had chosen to wear this evening a neutral, grey-shaded dress that barely reached to her knees. A line of brilliantly white pearls - a gift Dan had returned home with after his last deployment to the Orient - draped around Diane's neck, the thin line of white beads flowing downward and disappearing between those same two titties I'd been fortunate enough to stare at earlier in the afternoon. If Diane wore a bra, the two bumps where nipples should be gave her away. Her hair hung loose around her shoulders, the deep brown causing the green in her eyes to shine brightly, even at the distance which separated this older woman and myself. While Diane often wore pantyhose or stockings with her heels, tonight she'd elected to go bare-legged. The click-click-click of her three inch high heels, held to her feet with thin straps that crossed the back of her heel, seemed like a death knell as she stepped across the garage floor, finally arriving where I stood. Finally, she stopped with less than a foot of empty space between us. Those intense, green eyes stared at me, searching for answers, or perhaps questions, after hearing that her daughter and I were no longer virgins.

By now, my head was swimming, my thoughts a mixture of fear, apprehension, and worst of all, the possibility that Amie and I might be forced to stop seeing each other. With my eyes locked onto Diane's, I felt but did not see her remove the packs of sodas from my arms and place them to the side. The room was so silent, and the situation so tense, I felt as if I could see the oxygen molecules swimming between this older woman and myself.

"Zach, I've long suspected that you and my daughter have been intimate," Diane said, her voice measured and barely louder than a whisper. "Just promise me you will be careful, won't you?" she asked. When I shook my head that yes, I would do everything I could not to jeopardize her daughter's and my future, Diane smiled, suddenly breaking the tension, a wave of relief washing over me. I knew now that Dan would never know the depth of the relationship between his daughter and myself had become. I knew that Diane, with her mother's intuition, would never tell her husband. I was safe. But where I thought the moment had passed and that Diane and I would return to the house for the joint birthday party, I was wrong.

"I am glad I found you here, Zach," Diane said, her voice low in tone. "After this afternoon, I was hoping we'd have a moment alone." Standing before me now with no more than one or two inches separating us, Diane looked upward into my blue eyes as she placed her hands on my shoulders. Immediate and important questions surged through my mind: what did Diane mean when she said "after this afternoon?" Had she, indeed, seen me spying on her while she stood half-naked before the mirror in Amie's bedroom? Did she know I was there yet chose not to say anything? One again, my heart set to beating rapidly, and I was certain that while Diane might keep the fact that Amie and were fucking a secret, I was just as certain that she would admonish me for invading her privacy. But fortunately for me, I was wrong. Again.

"I want to give you something," she said, as her face neared mine. The realization that Diane might actually want to kiss me screamed through my brain and caused my cock to flutter again. I waited eagerly for her lips to make contact with mine. Closer now, so close that I could see the pupils in her jewel-green eyes, seemingly larger than plates, the face of this forty-eight year old mother neared mine. Closer still, the heat of her breath warming my face, and so close I could see the small lumps of red lipstick that she'd somehow forgotten to smooth out with the bullet-shaped tip of the red cream. When I felt Diane wrap her arms around me and clasp her hands together behind my neck, I leaned forward, the burning, sexual desire inside of me hot enough to melt metal. Diane's face was mere millimeters from mine now, the scent of her perfume filling my nostrils, the scent of pure, raw sex filling my sinuses. "I've been thinking about doing this since this afternoon, Zach," Diane whispered, her eyes locked onto mine. "All afternoon." I closed my eyes and waited. I waited for Diane's lips to touch mine, for her tongue to slip between my lips, for me to return the kiss for this older woman I desired more than anything else in my life at that moment.

When Diane's lips made contact with my left cheek, I felt as if I'd done something wrong. Had I turned my head at the last moment, I asked myself? Had I given Diane some sign that I didn't want her to kiss me? What was it I'd done to spoil the moment? Before I could answer my own questions, Diane removed her lips from my cheek, stepped back, and said, "That's for being such a good boyfriend to my dear Amie," she said. Her arms remained locked behind my neck, but it was clear that she'd only clasped them there to keep herself from falling as she stood on her high heels to kiss my cheek. "I know how much you love her, Zach, and because she's the only child I've given birth to, that makes you special." Diane unclasped her arms from around my neck and stood back, now, her body in full view. She turned her head toward the sound of the party beginning in my house, then returned her eyes to mine. "I suppose we should be joining them," she said. Suddenly, as if a certain sadness came over her, Diane took a step toward me, and with her eyes locked on mine, said, "Yes, we better get inside before something happens we can't forgive ourselves for." A quick turn on her high heels and Diane led the way out of the garage and down the path to my house. Each step I took behind Diane was excruciating: I simply could not get my eyes from her ass, her bare legs, or her high heeled feet.

The remainder of the evening was spent by the two families celebrating the dual birthdays. My cake was decorated with eighteen candles but Diane's simply had a large 4 and an 8 on top. Throughout the evening, I was never alone with Diane again, and that night, once I was behind closed doors, I jacked my cock several times, each time fantasizing about fucking the older woman who lived next door. Throughout the night, I reran Diane's last statement to me before we left the garage: "...before something happens we can't forgive ourselves for." Had Diane also felt what I felt at that special moment when we were alone? How would I ever know?

All that was ten years ago and now, here I am, blissfully married to Amie and living in this island paradise. A week ago, Diane and Dan arrived with plans to spend the next three weeks with us, and enjoying all that living in the tropics has to offer. In fact, the reason Dan and Diane are here is to jointly celebrate our dual birthdays again. Diane will be fifty-eight, but she seems to have not aged a single day in that time span. No, if anything, she seems more beautiful than ever before. She still wears bikinis - I have never forgotten the incident the day of my eighteenth birthday: how could I? - causing men of all ages to stare at her during our beach trip two days ago. But despite her still jaw-dropping beauty, Diane seemed preoccupied with something, as if she had something on her mind she needed to discuss with someone, but wasn't sure who she could confide in. I decided that the first time Diane and I found ourselves alone, I'd see if my mother-in-law would open herself up to me and tell me what was on her mind.

Fortunately for me, Dan and Amie wanted to go scuba diving, a trip that would require them being away for an entire day. I've always had problems with boats, so I decided to stay at home. "I think I'll stay too, Amie," Diane informed her daughter. "Perhaps Zach can take me shopping or show me some of the land-based sights." Dan and Amie thought the idea of me spending time bonding with my mother-in-law was a good idea and so, before dawn the next morning, headed to the marina. I arose and entered the kitchen, intent on preparing Diane a gourmet breakfast as soon as she got out of bed.

The sight that greeted me when Diane entered the kitchen stopped me in my tracks and brought back a flood of memories from my eighteenth birthday. Diane strode into the kitchen wearing one of Dan's oversized shirts, the white fabric in stark contrast to her well-tanned skin. Her bare feet made no sound on the tiled floor and she eagerly accepted the cup of hot coffee I provided her. "You're a doll," she said as she lifted her body onto her toes and placed her warm lips yet again my cheek. It was all I could do to keep from staring at her as she slid her body up and onto a circular-shaped bar stool. Retaking my seat alongside fifty-seven year old Diane, I couldn't help but notice once again the splendor of her long, well-toned legs. It had been exactly ten years since that day when I spied on the then topless Diane, but as I allowed my eyes to feast on her body, I realized that nothing had changed in me: I still lusted after my mother-in-law as much now as I did then.

There was one other thing in me that had not changed in the same amount of time as well. Even now, as a grown man, whenever some sexual stimulus found its way to my cock, I still did not have the ability to control my dick and was forced to endure having a hard cock under my trousers. Now, with Diane's bare legs less than a foot from me, and knowing that she most likely was naked under Dan's huge shirt, my cock began to flutter, and I knew that I had no more than a matter of minutes before I'd have a full-blown hardon. Plus, to make matters worse, at that time I was wearing nothing more than a t-shirt and a thin pair of pajama bottoms. If I didn't do something now - and quickly - there would be no way I'd be able to hide my hard cock from Diane. A sudden idea entered my brain: I'd change out of the pajamas and put on a pair of jeans. Simply leaving the room temporarily might cause my cock to die down. Offering Diane a lame excuse about needing to use the restroom, I made my way upstairs to my bedroom where I quickly removed the t-shirt and pajama bottoms and stood before my dresser completely nude. For several moments, I fumbled around inside the drawers seeking the shirt I wanted to wear.

Despite the time away from Diane, my cock did not die down. Perhaps it was just the thought of her being downstairs and barely dressed that would not allow my cock to soften. Shit, I said to myself: now what am I supposed to do? I certainly cannot stay up here all morning. Well, as you can guess, there was only one thing to do. I quickly made my way to the bathroom added to our bedroom, sat on the toilet and for the next several minutes, grasped my cock pumped the shaft while fantasizing about fucking Diane. When I finally came, I couldn't help but marvel at the amount of hot crème spewing from my cock. Load after load erupted from the head and flowed down my tightly-fisted hand as if my body were a volcano and my come was the lava. After washing my hands, I dressed quickly and returned to the kitchen.

"Well, that took less time than I thought it might, Zach," Diane said as I retook my seat beside her. With her eyes on me now and an impish grin spread across her lips, she said, "I hope it was fun." What did she mean by that? Was she implying that dressing could be fun? I found myself beginning to wonder what it was Diane was referring to when she suggested we get started on making the morning meal. "I'd like to spend the entire day shopping, honey," she said as we devoured our breakfast. Soon after the meal ended, we took showers in our respective bathrooms and met again in the kitchen. After discussing which shops Diane wished to visit, we were off for a day together in the warm tropical sun. As if she'd planned it, Diane wore a light-colored, low-cut dress with three inch sandals. As before, she displayed a substantial amount of cleavage.

Now, a woman showing her cleavage in the tropics is no big deal. We see it all the time here and viewing the spilt between two titties is no big deal with all the loose fitting fashions and styles. But you have to remember: I hadn't seen Diane's cleavage for some time now and as soon as she entered the room after showering and dressing, the first thing my eyes focused on was the great divide between her still magnificent tits. Her nipples were clearly visible, each fleshy, thimble-sized button making their presence known. As she entered the room and the dress flittered around her legs, I knew that unless we left soon, my cock would spring to life again and I'd be lost. For the next three hours, Diane and I made our way through one shop after another as she purchased several tropical-style dresses and open-heeled high heels.

Anyone living in the tropics knows the possibility of rapidly changing weather. Our plans to spend the entire day shopping were cut short by a sudden, unexpected rain storm that caused thick sheets of rain to pelt the car and cause a change in our plans. "Let's go home and I'll prepare lunch," Diane suggested, an idea I thought was just grand. Twenty minutes later, my fifty-seven year old mother-in-law and I were back in the kitchen, me sitting on the stool watching as Diane prepared several dishes for our midday meal.

It was as we ate and watched the rain that we realized our plans of returning to shopping or doing anything outside had changed for the day. Deciding we'd spend a quiet afternoon indoors, Diane and I retired to my den where we sat and discussed the many changes in our lives since that last birthday party ten years ago. When I asked if there was anything Diane wished to do, she suddenly stood and said, "Yes, there is. You can tell me how I look in those dresses I bought." Before I could speak, she was out of the room and up the stairs. Because the house was empty and silent except for Diane and I, I easily heard the sound of her bedroom door closing.

Now, all morning long, I'd been able to control my thoughts about Diane and was able to keep my cock down. But the instant I imagined her in the bedroom undressing, thinking about her massive tits and those huge nipples, my cock began to flutter again. Fuck it, I said to myself: There's nothing I can do about it, so just deal with it, Zach. I did, however, open my shorts and reposition my cock in order to relieve the pain of having it bent at some awkward angle. I'd just retucked the shaft inside my trousers and closed the zipper when Diane re-entered the room.

To say that Diane was beautiful would be an understatement, especially for a woman her age. Our birthdays were tomorrow, but in no way did my mother-in-law resemble a woman in her late fifties. And the dress she wore accentuated that fact by the way it hung on her body. It was white and seemed made of paper, with two thin shoulder straps holding the dress to her upper body. As she so often did, the dress seemed designed to display a woman's tits, and because Diane's tits were still so large, the cups holding her titties seemed to be stretched to their limits. Below the tits, a thin waist line led downward to the hem, suspended more than three inches above her knees. And then, there they were: open-toed, slip on four inch heels. "So, what do you think?" Diane asked as she twirled on the spike heels in one direction after another. "Is the dress too tight," she asked. "Should I take it back?" When I informed Diane that I thought she was beautiful in the dress, she bent forward at the waist to give me a kiss on the cheek. "Well, aren't you sweet for saying so," she said as the long line of cleavage lay suspended before my face. I couldn't help but glance at Diane's tits but whether or not she caught me doing so, I could not say.

For the next half-hour or more, Diane continued the one-person fashion show, each time parading before me in a short summer dress and high heels. And each time, she rewarded me for my compliments by kissing me on the cheek. Finally, she said, "Okay, I have one final dress to show, then we'll see about getting dinner." She turned and began to make her way out of the room when she turned and said, "This last dress is for tomorrow's dinner, so it's really fancy." Smiling at my mother-in-law, who so far had not detected the hours-long hard cock I'd somehow managed to keep from her view, Diane turned and left the room.

Sometimes, men make decisions they later regret. Most times, we make decisions on the spur of the moment and later, after thinking about it, come to either regret or appreciate the decisions we made. I'd sat on the couch on my den for hours watching Diane parade before me in one revealing dress and high heels after another. My cock ached from the hours long and cramped conditions inside my trousers. I had to piss, and there was no way I could avoid holding it any longer. For that reason, I rose from the couch and made my way up the carpeted steps in the direction of Amie's and mine bedroom. I never made it.

Because of the layout of our home, I would need to pass by the guest bedroom before arriving at mine. Even as I reached the halfway point down the hallway I knew what I'd find. Upon arriving at the guest bedroom door, I saw that it was half-opened, slightly ajar. Oh no, I said to myself: this can't be happening again. Suddenly, memories from my eighteenth birthday came rushing back and I recalled in vivid detail that rainy afternoon long ago when I'd spied on Diane and for the first time and witnessed that wonderful set of tits she possessed. Please tell me I can't be going through this again, I pleaded with myself.

Now at this point, I had two options. I could continue down the hallway and enter my own bedroom and nothing would happen. I could walk on, and ignore the half-opened door. A small, tiny voice sounded in my ears: Do the right thing, Zach, it said. Walk on and respect Diane's privacy. Do you truly want to spy on your kind and decent mother-in-law? But as soon as that voice died down, another rang out in my ears, chiding me, daring me to stay. What's the matter, Zach, this voice seemed to scream at me: Afraid you might see Diane's tits again? Don't you like titties anymore? I was torn between the two voices which I realize was actually the two sides of my conscience speaking to me. I could go, or I could stay.

As I'm sure you know by now, I followed the voice that challenged me to stay. Inching forward, I maneuvered myself so that I could see into the room. Unlike at Amie's childhood home, there was no mirror on the wall to assist me, nothing I might use to my advantage. The only piece of furniture in view through the small opening was the corner of the guest bed. Judging by the way the corner of the bed sagged, I guessed that Diane must be sitting on the bed, making her way into the final dress she wanted to show me. But because the door was only slightly ajar, I couldn't confirm this unless I pushed the door open more and could view more of the room from my hiding place. I also knew that opening the door would give me the advantage of being able to see Diane approaching the door after she'd wiggled herself into the last dress. Still, I was uncertain what to do. That is, until I saw Diane's right foot. And that was my undoing.

From where I stood in the mostly-closed doorframe, I could see Diane's right foot. Evidently, when my mother-in-law returned to the guest bedroom after trying on the last dress, she'd also changed into a pair of high heels that had thinner and higher heels. Now, on her right foot, I saw a pair of black, five inch, thin-strapped heels. Oh, fuck, I said to myself, placing my hand over my cock and massaging the bulge still covered by my trousers. All of my sexual senses were now on high alert, and all because of a pair of high heeled shoes. You see, if there is one thing that always gets my sexual fires to raging, its high heels. Since that day when I Arnie and I stared at the European-style men's magazines, and every one of those models had worn high heels, just seeing a woman on the street could cause my cock to grow. And now, knowing that my mother-in-law, a fifty-seven year old woman whom I'd lusted after for my entire life was just inside the door wearing high heels and probably - hopefully - at least half nude, well, that bit of knowledge was just too much to take. Placing my shaking hand on the wooden door, I pushed it silently and slowly, watching as more of the room emerged into view. I stopped pushing when the door had moved no more than three inches.

Diane was, indeed, sitting on the bed. And yes, she was wearing the high heels on both feet. But other than that, my beautiful fifty-seven year old mother-in-law was naked, at least from the waist up. From where I stood behind her, I watched in absolute awe as she lifted her long brown hair from behind her neck and twisted the hair into a tight bun atop her head. I was entranced by the length and sleekness of her neck, and the absence of tan lines on any part of her body. As soon as she released the hair atop her head, Diane ran her long, sleek, red-tipped fingers down her neck, caressing the skin. Her hands disappeared to her front: I imagined her cupping her tits, but can't be sure she did. It was then that Diane shifted her body on the bed, turning more toward me, and as they had so many years ago, her tits came into full view. Because the memory of that afternoon had remained burned in my memory, I was happy to see that her tits had not sagged as much as other women her age. And those nipples: dear god, but they were the same, long, straight, and situated in the exact center of those very large, very dark areoles.

My focus on Diane's titties could only be broken by one thing: A thin, silver chain lay across her chest and descended into that massive cleavage. As my eyes followed the thin string into Diane's tits, my attention shifted farther downward, in search now, of something I'd never seen but ached about for my entire adult life. I was looking for Diane's cunt.

From that day I'd first viewed Diane's tits on my eighteenth birthday, I'd not seen her cunt because it was concealed by Amie's bikini bottom. But that was not the case now and as Diane stood on the five inch heels, the entire front of her body came into focus and I had to do everything I could to control myself and not cry out. Already tall because of her own natural height, the five inch heels caused Diane to appear towering, taller than normal. Her body showed a few signs of aging: a wrinkle here, a stretch mark there, but nothing to indicate that this amazing woman was nearing her sixties.

And for the first time, I saw Diane's pussy. The same thick, coarse covering of hair covered Diane's cunt, the mat beginning three inches below her navel, but continuing down past her pussy and into her crotch. The cunt hair color matched that atop Diane's head, and seemed universally thick regardless of where it was located on her cunt. I had to restrain myself again when Diane ran the fingers of her right hand through the thick forest of pussy hair, perhaps scratching an itch, perhaps momentarily stimulating herself. She then pressed her fingers to her tummy and ran the tips upward, across her stomach, then finally at her tits where she cupped each fleshy globe in her manicured hands and examined the nipples.

By now, I was ready to come inside my trousers without even touching myself. My cock was so hard that it ached, and I knew I needed relief, and soon: very soon. I knew I needed to get to either my bedroom or bathroom as soon as possible, but in no way wished to leave the hidden spot by the doorway. It was when Diane extended her arms and lifted the final dress from the bed and held the garment against her front, momentarily concealing her tits and cunt that I knew I was nearing the end of what I could stand before touching my own self. I decided the time had come to get to my bedroom as quickly and as quietly as possible, jack my cock, and relieve myself of this need to explode. I took one step back from the slightly-opened door and turned to my right, the view of the long hallway now in my sight, and the realization that once I arrived in my bedroom, my hand would be the sole solution to the sexual needs crashing through my body at that time.

But that's not what I did. Years of desiring Diane had built up in me and since I was no longer an eighteen year old kid, I was also no longer sexually inexperienced. And the cock below me was no longer willing to be satisfied by a series of up-and-down hand movements on the shaft. Therefore, where I should have stepped back and away from the door, where I should have made my way to my bedroom and jacked off, instead, I stepped forward, my hand firmly on the door, pushing, opening it wide, the view of the entire bedroom, and my nearly naked mother-in-law, coming into full view. The door opened under the pressure I'd applied to it, swinging to my left until I heard it stop against the opposite wall. And as if time had slowed and everything moved in less than real time, I stepped into the room and faced Diane, who still stood at the bedside, wearing only her high heels but holding the final dress in her hands. When she realized that it was me, Zach, her only son-in-law, standing in the open door, Diane slowly lifted the dress to conceal her nakedness, her eyes opened wide, her hands using the unused dress as a shield.

"Zach?" Diane said, her voice unsure, shaking, perhaps. "What are you doing here?" When I didn't answer, but instead continued to make my way across the short distance to my mother-in-law, Diane's eyes remained focused on mine. "Zach, I'm not dressed yet," she said, her voice lower in tone now, as if it had been laced with some thick coating. Standing now before Diane, our bodies so close I felt the dress pressing between us, I simply stared at her, my hands shaking as I made the decision to cross a line I knew could result in either pure sexual bliss or the beating of my life. "Should you be here, Zach?" Diane asked, softly, her words no more a question than they seemed a request.

Lifting my hands, I grasped the black dress and began to remove it from Diane's hands. "You tell me, Diane," I said, lust powering me now, pure, unadulterated, raw lust for a woman I'd dreamed of for too many years. "You tell me if I should be here or not," I repeated. "I'll do what you tell me to do." Slowly, ever so slowly, Diane relinquished the handhold on the dress, letting it fall between us, to drape over her high-heeled feet, the only garment she wore other than the silver chain still suspended between her tits. The room was deathly silent and I realized Diane had neither reached for the discarded dress to conceal herself, nor had she asked - nor demanded - that I leave. My first thought was that she wanted me to stay: otherwise, Diane would have physically pushed me from the room. But I needed to know, and I wanted to hear her say so. "Tell me what you want, Diane," I said. "Tell me what you desire."

Diane took a small step backward and while my eyes never left hers, I could detect movement at her feet. She'd kicked the discarded dress away, and now, nothing stood between us except for the clothes I wore. "Stay," was all Diane said as she extended her arms upward and removed the t-shirt from my upper body. When I stood bare-chested before my mother-in-law, she next tugged my trousers from my body, and finally, after so many sleepless nights, after so many different fantasies, after so many nights with my cock grasped tightly in my hand, I stepped forward, embraced my mother-in-law, and felt the wonderful sensation of her naked body pressed against mine. I felt Diane staring at me, and when I turned my eyes to her, she placed her right hand against my left cheek and whispered, "Will we be able to forgive ourselves for what happens next?"

In response, I kissed Diane, the lock between our lips deep, erotic, probing. For the first time after so many years and thousands of hidden desires, my hands cupped each of Diane's massive tits in my hands, and although the kiss continued, I felt the vibrations of Diane's moans through my lips. I too moaned when my thumbs made contact with her huge nipples and began to stimulate the buds, twirling them, pushing on them, feeling them growing longer and tighter under my finger.

But I'd waited too long to simply stand and paw Diane's tits. So many of my fantasies had centered around sucking her tits and nipples deeply into my mouth, and that was my intent now. Breaking the kiss, I laid Diane on the bed, then placed my body beside hers. I was also determined to go slow with Diane, to take my time. In no way did I want to rush into something I'd waited a lifetime to happen.

When she attempted to remove the high heels, I gently placed my hands over Diane's, silently asking her to keep the shoes on her feet. Diane nodded, understanding my fantasies: perhaps wearing high heels while she fucked was a fantasy of my mother-in-law's as well. I allowed my fingers to trace a slow, erotic path up her tanned legs, skirting her pussy hair, the light touch causing Diane to giggle softly. Finally, my fingertips once more danced on her tits. "Put them in your mouth, Zach," Diane begged, then began to moan loudly as I sucked the left nipple deeply between my lips. "Oh, baby, what are we doing?" Diane asked, but made no move to stop me. "You're my son-in-law, Zach," she said again, just before letting another long, deep-voiced cry of ecstasy escape her lips, the sound of passion echoing from the walls and ceiling. "Oh, fuck, it's been so long, so very long," Diane cried out as I drew the nipple deeper and deeper into my mouth.

I was so focused on sucking Diane's tits that I actually flinched when I felt her wrap her left hand around my cock. So many times in my dreams I'd imagined Diane taking my cock in her hand and bringing me to orgasm. Each time, I fantasized that my mother-in-law made me come, drove me to a sexual eruption that had no equal. But now, as I felt her warm and tender fingers gently wrap around the shaft and begin to massage the sensitive skin wrapped around the hard tube, I too began to moan, louder and louder until the only way to quiet my cries was to once more press my lips against Diane's mouth. I lay on my back, and with my eyes wide as if I'd just witnessed an undefined spectacle, as if the sight of Diane lifting her body from my side, and repositioning her face near my cock was something that only occurs in miracles. Diane continued to run her hand the length of my cock, her experience as an older woman coming through. She knew to grasp the head tightly in her fist with each uptake, and to gently and gradually release the pressure of her fist as it descended down the shaft toward the base. Alternating her speed, Diane quickly drove me into a state of euphoria as I had never, ever known in my life. Extending my right arm, I placed the hand on the back of my mother-in-law's head and gently guided her mouth toward my cock. When she turned her head to look at me, all I could say was, "Take it, Diane, please: take it in your mouth."

My wife, whom I love dearly, gives the best blowjobs I've ever had in my life. She takes my cock into her mouth and draws the shaft so deeply inward in such a manner as to suggest that she's actually sliding the entire cock more than halfway down her throat. Every time Amie sucks my cock, I come in her mouth. But now, here on my guest bed with fifty-seven year old Diane, my wife's mother, both of us naked except for Diane's high heels, when Diane drew my cock into her mouth and began to suck deeply and strongly, I knew that I was as close to a sexual heaven as a man could get. Never in my life had I experienced such a wet mouth: Diane's mouth was so wet it seemed as if she'd stored a glass of water there before taking my cock between her lips. Watching her as inch by inch of hard, twenty-seven year old cock slid and out of her mouth, I knew that I'd soon be coming in Diane's mouth much as I did her daughter's mouth. "Oh, fuck," I moaned, "Diane, baby, suck my cock!"

Diane responded by drawing more of my cock into her mouth and by grasping my balls with her free hand. It was then that she began to alternate between drawing my cock deeply between her lips and placing the entire scrotum into her mouth. Alternating what she placed in her mouth caused me to arch my back in an effort to cram as much cock as possible between my mother-in-law's lips. Finally, though, Diane concentrated on sucking my cock, leaving it to her hand to fondle my balls. As I watched in pleasure, Diane increased the tempo of her head movements and despite my best efforts to wait, I was soon at the door of orgasm. Perhaps using either a woman's sense or simply because of her sexual experience, Diane's head was now a blur as she sucked so deeply on my cock that I actually saw her draw many of the hairs covering the base of my cock into her mouth. And then, the eruption occurred, my cock experiencing an orgasm that had been more than twenty years in the making. I was finally coming inside my m other-in-law's mouth.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" I screamed loudly, not caring that my voice might carry outside the house. "SUCK MY DICK, BABY, YES, YES, HELL FUCKING YES!" I moaned, thrusting my hips upward so high and so forcefully that I almost threw Diane's succulent mouth from my spewing dick. Load after load after load of hot, erotic come flowed into Diane's mouth and for her part, not a single drop fell onto my body. Diane's head continued to bobble up and down, and even when my cock became limp and flaccid and refused to answer the call again, my dear, sexy mother-in-law continued to suck the head of my cock, licking the tip, bathing it with her lips and tongue.

Finally, when there was nothing more she could do, Diane crawled over me, her hands on either side of me supporting her weight. Her massive titties caressed my chest as she began a series of back and forth movements that caused her erect nipples to cruise from one end of my chest to another. I dipped my chin and watched this wonderful sexy spectacle, in complete awe that the very same hard, tight, long nipples I'd only seen an hour ago but never touched, were now riding across my chest. Diane continued to stare at me the entire time, and it was then that I felt her hairy cunt riding along the top of my left thigh. Diane asked, "Does that feel good to you, baby?"

Something about Diane referring to me as "baby," set me off again. But as I extended my arms upward to embrace Diane and bring her to my body, I found my mother-in-law had other plans. "Oh, no, honey," she said, as she slid her naked body a few inches down my chest. "It's my turn now, then you can show me your talents." Not understanding what she was referring to, but very eager to find out, I watched in awe as this fifty-seven year old mother, began to slide her hairy cunt over my left leg, from the upper thigh to the knee. I felt Diane's coarse cunt hair ride along my legs, reminding me of a soft kitchen cleaning device. With each downward movement, Diane's tits rode either very close to or directly over my limp cock, and in a matter of only minutes, I felt the blood returning to the shaft and the meaty tube once again hardening. Each time Diane's head neared the cock head, she made sure to at least lick the head teasingly, then grinned widely at me. We both knew this was only a small part of the game, and we both knew where the game would end. But before then, Diane was in a mood to play. And I was willing to let her.

"Well, well, look at what we have here," Diane said as she grasped my now fully hard cock again. "It seems this boy wants some attention." Looking up at me as she grasped my cock tightly in her right fist, Diane asked, "Do you agree?" All I could do was to nod my head up and down to signal to my mother-in-law that yes, I did indeed agree with her assessment. I so desperately wanted to fuck her, to slide my cock between her fifty-seven year old pussy lips and come until my heart stopped. But Diane, the experienced woman, seemed intent on drawing out the game she'd started. I had no choice but to go along for the ride.

"Well, before we give this thing any attention, how about mine?" Diane asked as she released my cock and slid her body up my chest until her hairy cunt hovered over my face. Natural light penetrated the room and supplied me with enough illumination to clearly distinguish the individual parts of Diane's pussy. As I marveled at the various parts of her cunt, it suddenly dawned on me that I'd finally reached that part of heaven I never thought I'd get to: I was this close to Diane's cunt. A new determination came over me that I would please my mother-in-law in any way she asked.

With the index finger of my left hand, I began to stroke and probe Diane's hairy cunt. The mat of thick hair was unlike any I'd seen before, requiring that I use one hand to part the rug covering her pussy with one hand while probing with the other. Above me, as I came into contact with the individual erotic regions of Diane's cunt, I heard a series of low moans emanating from her mouth. "Yes, yes, yes," Diane cooed as I separated the cunt lips and began to push and probe on her clit. When the tip of the index finger found her love button, Diane's ass suddenly shot upward, creating a space of several inches between her cunt and my face. "Oh, god, it's been such a long time since that's been touched," she said as she slowly lowered her ass downward again and her pussy rested in the original place it had only seconds earlier. "Here, baby," she said, as she slowly slid her right hand into the picture, the red-tipped fingers separating the dense covering of cunt hair. "I've got a lot of self-experience doing this, believe me," she said.

Now, with Diane's assistance, the path and view to her cunt was clear and unobstructed. Looking up again, I saw the two wrinkled cunt lips, resembling a flower, and above them, the small fleshy button I'd touched that resulted in Diane's jolting her body upward. This time, however, as I once more placed my finger on her clit, Diane remained in position over my face. Here goes, I said to myself as I craned my neck upward and the tip of my tongue made the first contact of my life with my mother-in-law's fifty-seven year old pussy. "Oh, oh, oh," Diane cried above me as she began to slide her ass forward and backward, the pussy lips sliding perpendicular now to my open lips. The swaying motion of Diane's ass caused her cunt lips to lubricate my face, her juices to coat my tongue. It amazed me that at that very moment, as I lay naked in bed with my mother-in-law sitting on my face, wearing nothing but a pair of high heels, and her cunt making full contact with my mouth, that the first thought I had was how Diane's cunt tasted. To me, the juices flowing over my eager and active tongue reminded me of something bittersweet: not repulsive but, rather, something mysterious as well. When Diane slid her other hand into the small, cramped space between my face and her cunt and spread the two cunt lips wider, I decided to do everything possible to ensure my mother-in-law came on my face. With new determination, I began to assault Diane's pussy as both of my hands crept behind her and cupped each of her shapely ass cheeks in my palms.

"Zach, honey," I heard Diane moan from above, "What are we doing? Baby, what are we doing?" Knowing I could not speak at that moment, I decided to show my mother-in-law exactly what we were doing, and how well I could do it. With a strong grip on her naked ass cheeks, I pulled Diane's body forward, her cunt lips now resting at the tip of my nose. With renewed strength, I trust my own head upward until my mouth covered every inch of Diane's cunt. First, the tongue entered her pussy, a move that caused more and deeper-toned moaning from above. Next, I clamped my lips onto her pussy, as if it were a leech seeking a victim. Again, increased moaning coupled with an increase in the swaying across my face. And then, having waited patiently for it, I began to suck as much of Diane's cunt as possible into my hungry mouth. The suction created by my mouth was intense and I felt both pussy lips slide quickly between my lips and enter my mouth. It was when I extended my tongue and the tip of that oral spear began to make contact with the inner walls of her cunt that Diane began to moan louder and louder. By now, her cries were banging from one wall to the next, and I was immediately reminded of one of my friend Arnie's pornographic tapes I'd seen as a young man. Diane's ass churned above my face, her cunt juices so thick and voluminous that I felt a small stream of the treasured fluid running the length of my right cheek. "Motherfucker, Zach," I heard Diane cry. "Baby, if I'd known it would be like this, we'd have fucked years ago." More ass swaying and more tongue probing coupled with pussy sucking drove Diane to the edge of her first orgasm. But before that happened, I had one final sexual move I wanted to add to the already unique situation.

Diane's cunt slid upward on my face, her cunt lips heading in the direction of my forehead. As soon as I detected her body moving backward, I jammed my left middle finger as deeply as possible into her asshole. "What the -?" Diane said quickly as she realized there had been a sudden new element introduced to our experience. "Zach, what the fuck is that in my ass?" she asked, although she did not cease the action of sliding her soaking wet cunt across my face. When I responded simply by beginning a series of in and out motions with the finger, Diane realized what was going on and began to enjoy that erogenous zone as well.

Imagine the scene for a moment, if you will. Here I was, twenty-seven years old, with a fifty-seven year old woman wearing nothing but high heels and a silver chain around her neck, riding my face while I sucked her cunt and finger-fucked her asshole. My own cock was rock hard again and had disappeared between Diane's hungry lips, but I knew that it would have to wait until later to be satisfied. If you happened to enter the room and watch this amazing sex scene from behind, you would have marveled at how quick a woman Diane's age could move. You'd also have heard the bed screeching outs its complaints at being battered so much as Diane and I rocked our bodies together in sexual unison.

On and on and on, I drove my finger into Diane's tight asshole while my tongue assaulted her cunt. I could feel her getting closer to coming now by both her words and her actions. The speed of cunt swipes across my face had increased to where I was barely able to maintain the suction between my lips and her cunt. My finger was driven to the final knuckle in her asshole, slamming away at the tightest opening on my mother-in-law's body. And on and on and on, Diane moaned louder and louder. "OH, FUCK, ZACH, BABY!" she said just as my tongue entered her cunt again and my finger lay buried deep in her asshole. "BABY, I'M SO CLOSE TO COMING!" she cried.

But I hadn't waited all these years to have Diane come on my face, nor for me to simply let my rock hard cock go to waste. I knew it was time and so, in one quick but thorough motion, I removed my finger from Diane's ass, rolled her onto her back, placed myself between her shapely, tanned legs, and as I grasped each of her ankles in my hands and lifted her feet high above her head, moved forward until the tip of my cock made contact with the soaking wet mat of cunt hair where my lips had been only seconds before. Diane looked up at me, not out of confusion, but instead out of sexual lust. The nanosecond my cock entered my mother-in-law's pussy, the very instant the head of my dick entered her fifty-seven year old cunt, I knew the long wait had been worth it. Looking down at Diane, I saw a smile creep across her sweat-soaked face, her hair matted against her forehead. "Go for it, Zach, baby," She said as she extended her arms and began to massage my chest. "I've waited too long for this." One strong, determined thrust from my waist and the entire length of my seven inch cock lay buried in Diane's cunt.

I stopped moving when I felt the base of my cock make contact with Diane's dense rug of cunt hair. I held my position, my shaft buried between her throbbing cunt lips, her ankles grasped tightly in my hands, her high heels lightly touching the sides of my face. "Baby, what are you waiting for?" Diane asked. "Baby, what is it?"

All I could do was to stare down at Diane, my mother-in-law, because it was at that very instant that I felt more than lust for her. I knew then that I loved her, possibly as much as I loved my wife. My heart began to beat rapidly with that knowledge, but I decided that the topic could be discussed later. Right now, I had my cock buried in her pussy, and I was determined to make the most of what I considered to be only the first of many sexual encounters between fifty-seven year old Diane and myself.

Thrusting powerfully forward now, I made sure my dick was fully buried between Diane's pussy lips before beginning a series of in-and-out motions that resulted in my cock battering away at Diane's cunt. Below me, my mother-in-law began to rock her head from side to side, her moans growing progressively louder and filling my ears. Each of her massive tits flowed from side to side, then from top to bottom as we increased the tempo of our fucking. The bed returned to creaking loudly, as did the deep sound of heavy breathing escaping my lips. And it was then, as these sexually-based sounds mingled, that I heard yet another sound, one I'd only heard about from my more sexually-experienced friends, but had never experienced myself.

Each time my cock slammed forward into Diane's cunt, I heard a loud squishing sound accompanying the movement. A sound that seemed to remind me of something I might hear at the kitchen sink, was actually Diane's well-lubricated cunt taking my cock in and oiling the shaft for another retraction or insertion. And the more I thrust forward, the louder the squishing sound became until finally, with all the motion and sounds going on from the bed, and the cries and moans echoing from the walls, the small room was filled with a symphony of sexual tunes that rang like music in my ears.

Leaning forward now because I felt the second orgasm brewing and nearing, I kissed Diane deeply, our tongues meeting halfway in a sensual wrestling match. I broke the kiss long enough to look at my new lover, and asked, "Baby, can you come?" Diane responded by wrapping her arms around my head and kissing me deeply. I heard Diane murmuring softly in my right ear as I bent deep over her nearly naked body, but it was impossible between the creaking bed, the squishing pussy, and the combination of two bodies moaning loudly to determine what it was she was saying. "Diane, baby, I've waited so fucking long to do this," I said. "Too fucking long."

I was amazed that my words caused Diane to smile so broadly. Yes, I was certain that my cock was giving her pleasure, just as her cunt was giving me great joy. And seeing my mother-in-law underneath me, naked except for high heels, added to the sexual power of the moment. But just as I bent in to kiss her again, I suddenly felt my body swirling, turning, twisting on the bed. I was confused as to what happened until I realized it was now me, not Diane, who was on his back on the bed, looking up at my mother-in-law as she straddled my waist and prepared to sit on my cock.

"Baby, I've been waiting too fucking long for this as well," the fifty-seven year old woman said. "You're not the only one who likes to fuck," Diane said. With her hands grasping my shoulders, she bent forward slightly at the waist, and in one well-trained move, simultaneously lifted her cunt upwards, then dropped her ass down until her spread pussy lips once again made contact with my cock. "Now, let's really fuck!" Diane said, her eyes staring intensely at me. "Yeah, motherfucker," she said, "Let's fuck!"

My mother-in-law, the same woman who bore my beautiful wife, the same woman who sat in church every Sunday and sang hymns, the same woman who volunteered to deliver meals to older citizens who were unable to feed or shop for themselves, had suddenly turned into a person I did not recognize. "Cram me with that cock, Zach!" she demanded, an order I happily obeyed. Now, as I trust upward forcefully, and as Diane bent so far over my body that she was perfectly horizontal, began to match me thrust for thrust. "Give me all you've got, cocksucker," she demanded. "Give it all to me." Digging my heels into the mattress, I bent my knees to provide me with more leverage, and began to thrust my ass so far above the mattress that Diane was forced to sit erect while I fucked her from a reclined position. We established a rhythm that allowed Diane to swallow every millimeter of my cock into her aged pussy, yet also hold onto me and train her eyes on mine. "I've wanted to fuck you since you were eighteen," Diane said. "You didn't know that did you?" When I shook my head to tell her that no, I did not know that she'd wanted to fuck me for some time, Diane responded by leaning back so far that her back was arched and bent over my lower body. "Look at my pussy, Zach," she said. "Do you see it swallowing your cock?"

I looked and, yes, I did witness the sight of my cock sliding effortlessly into Diane's old cunt. Diane lifted her right hand, brought the fingertips to her mouth, and licked the red-tipped ends until her hand was damp from her saliva. "Watch this, baby," she said, bringing the same fingertips to her heavily covered cunt. "Oh, god, that feels so damn good," she moaned as she stimulated her clit now with moistened fingers. After several seconds, Diane had reached the point where she was massaging her pussy love button furiously, the small button trapped between her long, slender fingers. Just when I began to believe the day couldn't get any more interesting, Diane sat up again and while still swallowing my cock with her pussy, actually slid the index finger from her right hand inside her pussy, now being fucked by my long cock and her slender finger. "Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit," she moaned over and over. "Baby, it just doesn't get any better than this." She closed her eyes, leaned back again to an extreme angle and while her finger and my cock slammed away at her fifty-seven year old cunt, she mauled her left tit with the left hand, squeezing the nipple so hard that in addition to the cries of ecstasy escaping her lips, she also screamed out in erotic, sensual pain.

I guess the sensuality and the erotic nature of the moment caught up with Diane and myself, and finally, I felt my orgasm returning. But I desperately wanted to come with Diane: I felt I owed her that much, at least. But I wanted to be able to drive my cock powerfully into her pussy, and to do that, I needed my mother-in-law on her back. After convincing her to change our sexual position again, I once more slid between her tanned thighs and with two hands guiding my cock, rammed the shaft into Diane's pussy for the final chapter of our journey to a mutual orgasm. "Diane, come with me, if you can," I said, again watching her as a broad smile spread across her face. It was then that I felt the first twangs of an orgasm reaching the release point. As my cock slammed into Diane's cunt, I felt her pussy muscles tighten, clamping down on the shaft, then releasing it to expand as it filled with wondrous hot, sexual crème. "HERE I COME, DIANE, YES! HERE I FUCKING COME!" I screamed as the first waves of an orgasm enveloped me and my body began to shake. ‘I'M COMING INSIDE YOU, DIANE!"

Below me, Diane too was in the first stages of her orgasm. "FUCK ME, ZACH, FUCK ME, BABY!" She moaned, her eyes pinpointed on mine. "WE'VE WAITED TOO LONG FOR THIS, BABY, TOO FUCKING LONG!" On and on and on, I slammed into Diane's cunt with my cock while she reciprocated with cunt squeezes of her own. When Diane arched her back and my cock made greater contact with her pussy, I felt as if the orgasm I was having would be the cause of my death. My heart beat so rapidly I momentarily asked myself if I would have a heart attack. Fuck it if you do, Zach, I said to myself. At least you'll die happy. Slamming now, slamming again, I fucked my beautiful, fifty-seven year old mother-in-law until my body was spent and I crumpled, exhausted across her massive, sweat-soaked tits. Deep, intimate kisses resulted in the union of our lips, soft murmurings filling our ears. I felt Diane's ankles locked behind my naked ass, wondering when she'd found the opportunity to embrace me with her legs. The pin-pointed tips of her high heels dug into my naked ass, but I didn't care. All that mattered at that moment was that I'd finally turned my most heated fantasy into reality. I'd fucked my mother-in-law.

Diane and I rested, side by side, confident that we'd be alone for at least another five hours. In that time, before Dan and Amie returned from their day trip, Diane and I fucked in every position imaginable. We fucked in the living room in the kitchen, even on the pool table in the den. By the time Dan and Amie walked through the door, my cock was a raw mess, sore and battered, but happily so. I suppose the sea did something to Amie because less than five minutes after we retired to bed for the evening, I felt her hand searching for, then finding my battered cock. In minutes, I was hard again and making love to my wife. Before the morning, we repeated the act several more times.

But it was halfway through the night that I heard a noise that intrigued me. By then, Amie was asleep, curled in a fetal position as she normally does. But the sound I heard seemed far away, as if I were in a dream. Rising from the bed, I followed the noise out into the hallway until I arrived at the closed door where Dan and Diane slept. Except this night, neither my father-in-law nor my-mother-in-law were asleep. No, they were fucking, Diane's cries muffled but not silent. Just before turning to go back to my bed with a wide grin on my face, I distinctly heard Dan say to his wife, my mother-in-law, "Diane, I'm sorry for leaving you here all day with Zach. I know he's a good kid, but I hope you weren't bored just sitting around."

A short, soft giggle followed Dan's question, then Diane's voice. "Oh, Dan, I wasn't bored. In fact, he's asked me to stay on after you leave and return home." A creaking of the mattress, and I heard Diane say to her husband, "I think he needs me, Dan." A repeat of the creaking sound as Diane turned her body and finally, she said, "Let's go to sleep now, Dan: I wouldn't want you to be too tired to go sailing again tomorrow."