The Day I Serviced My Girlfriends Mother.

A couple of days before the wedding Ellen's mother who lived a couple of counties away came to stay with the bride-to-be at her flat to help her prepare for the wedding. My perspective mother-in-law was just turned 50 and she had been a widowed for 8 or 9 years. She was a leggy blonde, looked ten years younger than her age, and she had an arse and tits to die for. To top it off she had this pale smooth skin tone that's usually reserved for blondes and redheads. To be perfectly honest every time I saw her she gave me a hard on. Before the wedding I was still living at home with my mother and grandfather and on the evening before the wedding I went over to Ellen's flat so see if they needed help with anything before the wedding day. When I let myself into the flat, the surprise of my life awaited me. As I opened the door to the living room there was Ellen laid out spread eagled on the couch. Her mother was kneeling between her daughter's thighs in the process of shaving her quim. When I surprised them with my unexpected entrance, Ellen pulled down her dress and her mother fumbled to put the basin of water under the couch, but it was too late, there was no disguising what was going on. Although I was shocked I tried to give off an air of calmness so that I could make the most out of this scenario and whatever benefits that would unfold for me - if any. So as calm as my racing heart would allow I told them it was okay, I knew what was taking place and I thought that it was wonderful that her mother 'would go so far as to take the care to prepare her daughter for her wedding night in this way'. I encouraged them to continue and both of them seemed to take my understanding at face value and prepared to resume the operation. They had clearly been compromised, so in repayment for my 'understanding' (after I had caught them in the act) they were in no position to refuse me staying when I asked them if I could stop and watch. So Ellen's mother resumed the soaping of her daughter's cunt while I knelt down beside her watching. As I watched with baited breath her mother expertly swept the razor with clinical precision up and down between her daughter's legs leaving the tricky bits between the lips and thighs until last. By hooking a finger in my brides slit, her mother expertly eased the lips away so that she could manoeuvre the razor into the tricky bits in the crease between the lips and the thighs. Needless to say, by now I had a cock stand as hard as a fence post. To make matters worse, it was uncomfortably leaking pre-cum into my boxers. As I contemplated releasing my cock from a now 'sticky' situation, I had to take into consideration how her mother might react. As for my bride-to-be, she was well used to seeing and playing with my cock and balls, so there were no concerns there.

After exposing myself and to my utter amazement Ellen came to my rescue; 'Mother why don't you let him, you've enquired often enough about him (whatever that meant!) Besides, I've never seen a couple doing it. So what better opportunity for me to see how it's done just before my wedding night, plus you told me that you hadn't it done to you since Daddy.' Her mother clearly flushed looked at her daughter saying rather unconvincingly; 'why are you encouraging him?' Then sitting up Ellen gently touched her mother's blushing cheek with her fingers and looking her in the eye said; 'Mom look at his cock isn't it nice? Why don't you just sample the end of it with your tongue, see, he's starting to leak, taste him he tastes nice.' To encourage her I knelt down beside her mother and touched her cheek with the end of my knob. To my surprise, she put out her tongue and licked the teardrop that was starting to drip after I had already dampened her cheek with it. 'Suck it mom', Ellen said excitedly. I nudged her lips with it, she opened and I popped my knob in, she closed her lips over the rim, her cheeks concaved and she sucked. I had her. I looked down at Ellen and I said, 'she's all mine now, do you mind?' 'No, do it to her, do what you have to, I want to see you do it.'

Dropping my cock from her mouth mother protested; 'no you must stop, you can't, this is not right'. Knowing a feeble protest when I heard one, I moved around behind her on my knees and re-lifted the hem of her loose dress back up over her arse knowing this time it wouldn't be coming back down until I was finished with her. My main focus of attention honed in on her white cotton encased pussy pouting between her thighs as plump as a pigeon's breast. Wisps of tan curly hair leaked out around the panty line that struggled to contain her ample bulge. My heart skipped a beat when I noticed a hint of dampness coming through the fabric at the end of her cunt line. Her legs closed tightly together compressed and emphasised her bulge further. Taking firm control of the situation I told her to spread her knees and open her legs for me. When she did what I asked her without a murmur of protest, that, 'as far as I was concerned this was the point of no return'. Opening her legs for me I took as her giving her consent much in the same way that when a mare is ready for service she will lift her tail for the stallion. Without further ado I pinched the length of her cunt between my fingers and thumb and gave it a squeeze. My eyes focused on her wet spot as I watched the dampness spread. Squeezing it another couple of times it foamed slightly as more juice oozed out through the mesh of the fabric. I needed no further assurance than that, her cunt was well prepared for cock. Without further warning I ran both hands up her hips, grabbed the waistband of her knickers and whipped them down to her knees without either delay or ceremony. I asked her to lift each one of her knees in turn so that I could throw her knickers one side and have unrestricted access to the target. She had a fine long fat hairy gash neatly closed that you might not expect on a woman her age after 'giving years of service'. As she lifted each leg to shed her knickers the cut line parted ever so slightly to give me a peek of her still nice pink inner petals. That glimpse also showed me how wet she was for the full length of her slit line.

Her bush was normal for a woman her age, thinning along the lips of her cunt (thus showing the goods off nicely), before creeping up over her mound where it continued to crawl up her belly like ivy, thickening as it disappeared into the darkness under her dress. I felt that what I must do here, I must do quickly in case she changes her mind and suddenly baulks, leaving me well and truly up the creek in so many ways with the consequences that might follow. So placing one hand on her arse, I jabbed two fingers of my other hand into her parting pads for a quick feel. Her fine fat cunt was as hot as a sauna and just as 'steamy'. She started to groan as soon as she felt my fingers find her button. Then taking my cock in hand I shuffled in between her legs. I planted my knob at the end of her splitting peach and without and further ado I stabbed her with one swift stroke until I felt her soft wool tickle my cones. She left out a sharp shriek as I stuck her, holding it buried to my balls in her for a few seconds without moving. She started whining (limply I might add) to her daughter 'The brute, see what he's doing to me, he's after ripping me open, if you want to see what he's going to do to your tender little slit tomorrow night then go down there and see what he's doing to me!' At this point I simply bent over her saying; 'you haven't seen anything yet mother, all you feel at this point is my horn up to its root in you'. Do you feel the softness of my knob kissing the mouth of your cervix'? (no reply) That's where you'll feel my seed splash when I let go, but that's a little while off yet. 'The heat and the wet sucking of your ridged tube all along my cock confirms to me that you haven't had a cock up you for some time... but now I'm putting that right for you and even if you won't admit now, I know you'll thank me for it later.' Ellen had now moved behind us kneeling and after flicking my swinging balls with the tips of her fingers said; 'this is my first time seeing this, he has you split wide open mother, do you like it?' 'The brute, I can't believe it, I thought he was such a nice young man, now look at what he's doing to your mother on the eve of his wedding and how coarse he talks to me.' Pushing her dress up to her shoulders I exposed her bra and fiddling with the clasp until I unhooked it to watch the straps fall away either side under the weight of her ample tits. Then laying myself along her back I reached down and grabbed her soft milky orbs in my hands letting her nipples pass between my fingers so that I could squeeze them as I began to hump her mercilessly. As Ellen watched her eyes popped remarking to her mother that she was oiling my cock as it slewed in and out of her and that she could see the curly hairs of her bush cling to the juice on my cock. To which her mother replied, 'The monster, he must be leaking in me already.' 'Not so mother', I replied, 'I won't spill a drop until I make you spasm and not a moment before. All the oil on my cock is yours, in fact, I can feel you leaking all the way down into the hollow between the root of my stem and the top of my stones and already you have my hairy sac saturated'. After humping her hard for about 10mins continuously, I suddenly noticed her back begin to sag and her knees spread wider on the floor. At the same time, I felt her cunt tube contract and suck on my horn just as an enthusiastic woman would suck a man with her mouth. She threw her head back and emitted a long agonising sigh following by a series of whelping screeches. Ellen looked up at me asking 'I know you're getting Mam off, but why are your balls rising up and down'? As calmly as I my heighted excitement would allow I told her, 'Can't you see, while your mother is having her orgasm the suction of her cunt is trying to draw the seed from my balls...and I'm just on the point of granting her, her wish. Reach down with your hand and bring my balls together because right now I'm in the process of spewing and breeding her'. When I finished gushing, I slipped my cock out of her and pulled back to admire the now flushed gaping wound that I made in her as her daughter and I watched my seed leak out of her onto the mat she was kneeling on.

On my wedding day, the hotel where the reception was held was the hotel where her mother had booked in to stay overnight before she returned home the next day. Towards the end of the reception on my way out of the gents I spotted her on the corridor as she was unlocking the door to her room. She was the picture of class and elegance in her knee length off white shiny dress topped off with her burgundy net and feathery fascinator. She just oozed sex appeal and I still couldn't believe my luck in getting my chance to nail her. She didn't notice me coming up behind her and I slipped in quickly after her before she could close the door behind her. I know I was taking a terrible risk, but I couldn't resist running my hand up under her dress hoping I would get my hand on her cunt before she had a chance to stop me. Turning around and grapping my arm to prevent me reaching my goal she lashed out; 'What do you think you're doing?' while at the same time backing herself up against the wardrobe. Standing close in front of her so she couldn't slip away I caught the hem of her dress and lifted it up to her waist exposing her stocking tops, black suspender belt and matching knickers. She tried to push her dress down but I prevented her by jamming my groin against her right thigh and forcing my right knee between her legs, pinning her the wardrobe. Pressing firmly against her I made sure she could feel the full length of my hardness pressing against her thigh. With her dress now securely crumpled up above her waistline her bare belly was exposed enough to allow me slip my hand down the waistband of her knickers to get my hand on her hairy cunt.

Finding her split, I crooked my index finger and plunged it into her. 'Your cunt is delicious, so fat and plump...and your wet, so wet it's clicking! Do you hear it? Have you been playing with yourself?'

'Stop it' she whimpered.

'Why should I stop? You didn't ask me to stop last night when I was up to my balls in you. You liked it didn't you'? I'd say you not only liked it, you were gagging for it, right?' Your heat was seeping through your panties before I even touched you'.

With that there was a knock on the door 'room service'. Reluctantly I withdrew my hand and let her drop her dress as I whispered in her ear, 'I'm coming to get you, I'll find an excuse to go to you one weekend and we'll pick up this where we left off.'