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This is a story of what might be called, In(law)cest. It involves masturbation, oral sex, and vaginal and anal intercourse between me and my mother-in-law, Kathy.
I called my mother-in law in Chicago to tell her that I was going to postpone a planned business trip there and so wouldn't be able to see her the following week as expected. I had fallen while bike riding a few days earlier and pulled the quadriceps muscle in my left thigh which was causing me a lot of difficulty. Each morning when I would first awaken, it would be so badly cramped that I would have to hobble off to a local physiother****t for massage and diathermy before I could walk close to normally. After the treatment, I could get around quite well until the following morning when the cramping would reoccur.
Not surprisingly, "mom" was quite disappointed. I always call her mom, or Mrs. Taylor. Hardly ever, do I call her, Kathy although it sometimes seemed stuffy of me not to. It had been nearly eight months since my last visit and she was anxious that we spend time catching up. She lived alone ever since she was widowed almost ten years earlier. My wife, Ellen was her only c***d. We have always been very close, enjoying each other's company as much as good friends as mother- and son-in-law. We'd usually go to dinner a couple of times, and to a play or to a movie we both wanted to see, and we'd have at least one quiet evening at home when we'd catch up on what had been going on in our lives in the interim.
Mom had a coterie of friends, mostly women her age, in their early 50s. She never gave the impression of being lonely although I wasn't aware that she dated any men, at least none she ever mentioned. She didn't seem particularly interested in finding a man although she was certainly attractive enough to have done so.
She was really quite beautiful, I thought. Except for having gained a few pounds and a few gray hairs in her middle age, she still had youthful face and figure. She was a fastidious woman with a wonderful taste in clothes. The only complaint I ever heard her make was about her large breasts which she sometimes complained interfered with her choice of clothes. I think it also bothered her that she could see men looking at her chest before looking at her face if they bothered to that at all.
"Harry, she reminded me, I have a lot of experience in physiotherapy that's what I do as a hospital volunteer, three days a week. If you only get those muscle spasms in the morning when you first awaken, I'm sure I can take care of it for you. I do that kind of thing all the time. So if you are able to get here, you won't have to worry about it while you're here. I'm sure of that."
"Okay, mom. I think I can get there all right. I don't have much of a problem once the massage gets it loosened up. Let's give it a try and hope it works out as you say."
My leg felt pretty good after the treatment the next morning and didn't tighten up too badly on the plane ride. I took a taxi to mom's apartment, and when she hugged me hello, I was glad that I had made the trip even if it turned out that she couldn't get my leg loosened up in the morning.
We had a wonderful dinner later and talked until 2 AM making plans for the rest of my stay, and for the massage she would give me in the morning. Before going to bed, she had set up a portable massage table, which I didn't even know she had, in the foyer of the apartment.
I slept like the proverbial log that night and awoke about eight. Mom was already in the kitchen making breakfast when I tried to stand and was crippled by the now predictable spasm in my thigh just below the hip. I called to her and she came to my room and looked pained by the sight of me wincing as I tried to hobble toward her. She led me to the foyer and to the table where she handed me a towel and told me to take off my pajamas and lie on my back. I did as she said, placing the towel strategically across my middle as she went to her bathroom for her what turned out to be a bottle of mineral oil, which she set on the end of the table. He asked me to show her where I was experiencing the problem. After spilling some oil on her palms, she leaned forwards and began to rub my leg from the hip to just above the knee.
The towel d****d across my groin was folded several times so that it was a yard long but only about a foot wide. I could feel a draft on my balls which made me wonder if she could see them beneath the edge facing her. Each time her hands worked the flesh of my left hip, the towel would shift downward. When it slid a little below my pubic hair, she would lift it back up without averting her eyes from the area she was massaging. Her hands moved firmly and steadily over my hip and thigh, stopping only to drizzle a little more oil onto her palm. She was proceeding to do just that when the bottom of the bottle caught the top edge of the towel and pulled it just far enough that it kept sliding lengthwise and fell to the floor. Mom lunged after it and when she came up she threw it back across my exposed genitals with an embarassed blush on her face.
"I'm sorry, Harry. That was careless of me. This has become a bit akward but I'll try not to let it happen again."
"Don't worry about it, mom. It doesn't bother me. It's really kinda silly worrying about keeping me covered. You've worked in hospitals, I'm sure you must have seen men uncovered like that plenty of times"
"Yes, of course, but they weren't my son-in-law," she said, emphasizing what was for her, and she thought should be for me, a big distinction.
" I don't think that matters at all. Who says, you shouldn't see me that way. When and why does it become something you not supposed to do? Is it when one of us will be embarrassed? With that I lifted the towel and held it over the floor with my arm outstretched. "I'm not embarrassed to have you see me this way, if you aren't." She didn't answer. I don't think she was at all persuaded by my premise, just confused by it and maybe a little shaken by the sight of my penis lying flaccid against my thigh.
I dropped the towel as if to say, there the matter is settled. "Okay now get back to work on that hip, madam," I said smiling in mock command. She nodded her head not in a negative but in disbelief. Finally she said, "I'm not really comfortable with this." But, she resumed the massage nevertheless.
She oiled her palms and continued rubbing; without the towel, she moved her hands more vigorously and in broader sweeps. She leaned more on her hands than she had before and swept them in a wider arc, her little finger occasionally brushed my pubic hair and the crease between my inner thigh and groin. Although I had no sexual thoughts at all, I suddenly became aware that my penis was stirring quite involuntarily. It stiffened just enough for the head to lift from my thigh and be struck by the next sweep of her hand. That made it stiffen ever more.
Whether mom felt it against the back of her hand or saw it, she suddenly stopped and straightened up. She moved her eyes from my face to my half-hardened penis and back. "I don't think this is a good idea," she said as she bent down to retrieve the towel from the floor.
"All right, all right! Don't be upset." It not your fault. It isn't even mine. You know how men are. We have little or no control over our dicks. They seem to have a life of their own. It's strictly involuntary, a physical thing."
Mom seemed annoyed that I was being so offhand about something that she found more than a little distressing. She asked me if I didn't think it was a very disturbing and even terrible thing for a son to get an erection in front of his mother-in-law? "Mom, I am really sorry that I have upset you but I really don't feel the least bit ashamed. I get erections all the time and sometimes when I do, and have no better choice, I masturbate. I'm relieved, it takes care of it, I get some pleasure from it and that's that. It's not harmful, it doesn't make me a bad person, it's just nature.
"My God, Harry, your attitude really surprises me. It's certainly a lot different from mine. You seem to think that it makes no difference than I'm your mother-in-law not your wife. I never expected to hear you say things like that and act this way with me like I am just any old woman."
Mom, you misunderstand completely if you don't think I am fully aware of who you are and what you mean to me. Its just that I feel that so many people, and I guess that includes you, get all uptight about nudity and sex, and make it so disturbing and threatening rather than accepting it as natural and wonderful, or otherwise just ignoring it."
"No, I don't misunderstand any of that. I don't necessarily disagree but this is not the normal situation you speak of, I'm your mother-in-law, Ellen's mother; nudity and sex belongs in a different place, or I should say, has no place where we are concerned. You masturbate that's fine, so do I but I don't think it's right at all for you to do it because I aroused you. That's almost insulting to me, you know"
"That's just the point, mom." You aren't any old woman as you put it. You are someone I love, someone I trust and I care for. So you saw my penis; you saw me nearly get an erection. Do you know feel differently about me? Do you think less of me, or of yourself? I feel just the opposite. "Look! I didn't expect anything like that to happen but I 'm almost glad that it did, not glad to embarrass you, but glad to share a kind of intimacy with someone with whom I feel so close and comfortable. The only harm is in how you think about it. If you think it is somehow an evil thing then maybe it becomes evil but only in your mind. Seeing me and touching me there is only what you make of it. It's not i****t. It's not even sexual. No one is being exploited or victimized, no one will be struck by lightening. Who can we trust more than each other ? Why should our relationship turn some normal and ordinary into something sordid and repugnant?"
"All right. I understand what you are saying up to a point. I know it's not i****t or anything like that. But, I don't see how you can think it's right for a mother-in-law to touch her daughter's husband's penis"
"I didn't say that it was either right or wrong. I said that if it happened and I became aroused as a result, it was just a natural thing, and that it doesn't really matter that you are Ellen's mom. There is no harm in the act itself only in what you make of it. Like most things in life, it can be made good or bad, positive or negative by choice and by circumstance."
"You talk as if I deliberately touched you down there, deliberately gave you an erection."
"No, I was implying anything of the sort. Of course, you didn't. But, it wouldn't have mattered if you had. I would still feel the same way about it. And by the way, that was not a erection, not a full-blown one anyway." I probably shouldn't have said that but she gave little mind to the remark as she seemed still preoccupied with the notion of her deliberately touching me.
"You actually think it would be perfectly all right and normal for me to touch your penis and give you an erection? I suppose it would be okay if I masturbated you too while I was at it."
Yes, I do think it would be all right, maybe not normal in that it's not something that supposed to happen. I wasn't thinking about you masturbating me but even that wouldn't be some horrible, terrible thing." Here, give me your hand" I reached out and clasped her wrist and pulled her hand to my penis. She tried to pull her hand free. She leaned back with her head turned away from me. But her hand stayed beneath mine, fingers open and slack, my penis beneath her palm.
"Go ahead," I urged her. "Hold it for just a minute. Only one thing will happen and you'll realize that what happens isn't really all that terrible."
To my great surprise, she did as I told her. I felt her fingers coil loosely around my penis and felt it begin to stiffen at their touch. As it began swelling in her hand, she reposition her fingers and moved them lower on the shaft just below the head of my cock. She began to stroke it slowly, sliding her hand up and down its rapidly growing length. I lay propped up on an elbow watching as her hand began pumping my now fully erect cock. She leaned forward and began to pump faster. The shaft of my penis became rock hard, the head taut and ruddy. I could feel my balls beginning to tingle with contraction. Then suddenly, she stopped, perhaps sensing that if she continued much longer she would make me cum.
"Okay, I did it. I touched you deliberately. I got you hard. It's what you wanted, everything's fine, you made your point, no harm, or as they say, no harm, no foul. But that's it for today. I have other things to do.
I wondered how she really felt about what had happened until later that evening when she brought up the subject with a surprising comment. "Well, given the state you were in this morning, I guess you had to relieve yourself after I left."
"Are you asking whether I masturbated? As a matter of fact, no? Did you?"
"Don't be silly. I wouldn't tell you if I did. But, I will say that what happened wasn't such a bad experience. I thought about it all day. The strange thing is that what I kept thinking was, what a beautiful penis you have. I haven't seen many but yours is my idea of perfect, the perfect size and shape, and whoever did it deserves credit for a perfect circumcision. When I thought about it later, I had to admit to myself that I really enjoyed looking at it and touching it. I'm ashamed of it. I know it wasn't right. I keep thinking about what you said about it being natural and where the harm in it was.
"What a lovely thing to say. You are so good to tell me that because I have worried that maybe I wasn't sensitive enough to your feelings, and that maybe, I took advantage of you."
"No, Harry. I didn't do anything I didn't want to. Maybe, I was the one who took advantage" She said nothing more, and I didn't press the issue but I spent all the rest of the evening wondering about it while we talked about other things. I thought about it in bed, puzzling over the remark, until I fell asleep.
The next morning I was back on the table, the towel was folded across my middle as usual. Mom worked on me with what seemed like much less concern about the towel, whether it moved or didn't, whether I was fully covered or not. Then as I thought she was about finished, she lifted the towel and dropped it to the floor. She said nothing. She took the oil bottle and poured a stream across my chest and stomach, and proceeded to give me what became a full body massage. Her hands worked on my shoulders and arms, my chest and stomach, and down my legs to my feet. I lay tensed as she ran her massaging hands along the insides of my thighs, she took hold of my penis and moved it away one side then the other. Then very matter of factly, she began to rub her oiled hands under my scrotum, and then along my penis which began to straighten up as it became tumescent.
Her hand slid up and down on the shaft and around the head bringing me to full erection. She continued in earnest, sliding her hand and pumping my now angry looking cock. I lifted my head and saw her focusing intently on the changes she had brought to my penis, on the veins popping beneath the skin, on the purplish-red hue of the corona. Her forearm and wrist flailed as her coiled fingers maintained a steady rhythm from top to bottom of my oil-slickened hardon. I could feel the semen begin to boil up from my balls. I could tell from the look on her face, and from her shallow breathing that she wasn't just touching or massaging me this time, she was jacking me off. The realization of it brought me rapidly toward climax.
"Oh Kathy! Oh that feels so good," I hissed through clenched teeth. "Ooh ah, you gonna make me cum." I could hardly get the words out.
"Yes, Harry. Go ahead. I want you to."
Suddenly all the nerves from my belly to my balls seem to fire at once, muscles throbbed and spasmed as a pearly white ribbon shot almost straight up in front her face as she stood leaning across the foot of the table. "Ahhh uuuuuh" Then another bolt went up as the first one fell splattering my belly and her wrist. "Oh OOOh yeah ssss." With each pump of her hand, another jet spurted up and splashed against her or me until we were both dripping with semen.
When I was finally spent and my dick softened, she took her hand away, and kneeling down, folded her arms across my left foot and rested her head on my leg. It was then that I saw a semen streak on her cheek and a little glob over her eyebrow. Perhaps, my look made her aware of it because she reached for the towel and stood up, wiping her face.
"We've made quite a mess." I've never seen so much semen in my life. You came in pints and quarts," she chuckled, something of a pleased expression in her eyes.
Yeah, I guess we did or I did. I can't tell you how incredible it was, Kathy - the term, mom no longer seemed appropriate - I felt like I was turning inside out" I hope I haven't stained your dress."
It's nothing. Just an old house dress; if it's stained it's no big thing, she responded while rubbing three large wet spots above and below her breasts. She went about wiping me and the table and then asked me to get up so she could wipe the soiled mat on which I had been resting. I went to my bathroom and showered. She was doing the same when I came out.
We didn't speak about it for the rest of the day but that evening, mom looked at me with a very serious, almost pained expression, and said, "Harry, we have to talk about what happened this morning." I thought she was going to tell me how terrible she felt and scold me for causing it. Instead, she went back to the day before when she had she had raised the question as to who had taken advantage of whom.
"Harry, what we are doing is wrong, terribly wrong, and it mustn't happen again after you leave but as long as you are here I have neither the will nor the wish not to do it." Do you understand what I am saying?"
"I think I do, Kathy," I answered. At least I thought I did. I figured I find out in any case.
"And, don't call me mom anymore. Call me, Kathy from now on. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Kathy, I understand."
The next morning I was back on the table being massaged from neck to toes once again only now with an expectant thrill in my body and a mind full of wonder. I noticed that mom was wearing a terry cloth robe. I guessed, and hoped, that she expected a repeat of the day before and didn't want another dress ruined.
When her hands began gliding around my penis, she moved to the side of the table where the reach was shorter. As my penis grew beneath her ministration, I reached a hand between the folds of her robe and touched her thigh. I could feel her tremble. My hand stroked the soft warm flesh while my fingers searched for her crotch. I felt the edge of her panties, then the soft bulge of her cloth-covered pube. As I traced my finger along the crease at the base of the mound, she sagged forward and pressed herself against my hand. Her face drew closer to my penis, which she was stroking rhythmically. I moved a finger back to the edge of her panties and under it then a second finger. I pushed them through the damp matte of her pubic hair until they touched the moist folds of her vulva. She stopped stroking for just a moment and widened her stance to give me easier access to what we both wanted. I pushed my fingers between the outer lips and felt the thick folds of the inner lips, which spread out as I toyed with them. She groaned when she felt my finger enter her. It was hot and wet and soft and welcoming in there. I probed two fingers deep inside her and felt her thrust back against them.
"Umm, sssh oooh!" She sighed as I worked two more fingers between the thick lips of her pussy and began rubbing my thumb on her very prominent clitoris. She held my penis tightly while she ground her pussy against my hand. "Oooh yes, that it yes, right there" she instructed when she felt my thumb moving as she wanted on her clit. Then before I even realized it - I was so absorbed in fingering her pussy- she lowered her face to my cock and took it her mouth. I was just wild with pleasure and with the madness of it all. I was watching my mother-in-law's head bobbing up and down as she sucked my cock and I finger-fucked her.
But, I wanted more, I wanted it all, to strip her naked, to eat her pussy and to fuck her. I reached out and lifted her chin, my cock sliding from between her lips as I pulled away and jumped from the table. I grabbed her robe and pulled it open and off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.
She stood naked in front of me looking startled, while I drank in the glory of her amazing breasts and the lush bush beneath the bulge of her belly. Her breasts were huge pale-skinned pillows that swooped out from her chest, from her armpits midway to her belly. Her nipples were reddish berries rising from the centers of wide, beaded, tawny-pink areoles. Big, mature titties are a real turn on for me, and to me, mom's heavy hangers were just perfect. Her body wasn't fat at all rather it was abundant and voluptuous. I looked down at her pussy where thick lips protruded beneath a great fluff of light brown hair. I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply, passionately, my tongue darting into her mouth while I weighed one of her hefty breasts in my palm. She kissed me back with a similar fervor, her tongue responding to mine as I caressed her tit and tweaked her erect nipple.
Slowly, I lead her to the table still kissing her, then coaxed her up on it. I stretched her out, her head cradled in my arm as I kissed her again. I caressed the large graceful hills of her breasts, and then began kissing them. Her nipples were long and thick between my lips as I licked and tugged them and began suckling as I had once so long ago.
She cooed softly and, as if she had read my mind, said, "I remember a little baby boy who used to do that a long time ago." I went on licking and sucking and caressing until her nipples were glowing like neon against the great soft expanse of white skin. Then I moved to the foot of the table and leaned across it between her wide smooth thighs. I push my hands between them and slid my head and shoulders close to her thick-lipped pussy. I ran my fingers over and between the twisted folds of her labia and touched them with my tongue. Her clit was swollen out from beneath its hood and felt huge against my tongue. She whined her delight as she felt my tongue flashing back and forth across it. I pushed two fingers into her moist vagina and drew her clit between my lips. She moaned and writhed beneath me as I rubbed my face against the flesh of her sweet tasting cunt. She began to thrash her bottom, lifting it and bouncing up and down against my eager mouth. I could sense that she was nearing climax.
I jumped on top of the table and knelt between her thighs, my rigid cock inches from her pussy. She raised her head and with a frightened look on her face, and gasped, "What are you doing? No, no, you can't. Please." I pushed the head of my cock against the entrance, past the flared lips and slid deep inside her. "No, Oh God, don't." I was all the way inside my mother's incredibly warm moist vagina. She closed her eyes tightly and gritted her teeth, then let out a deep sigh and cried, "Oh yes, Oh baby, yes, do it. Fuck me, Harry. Fuck me, my sweet man."
Her legs rose and her knees bent back toward her chest as I began to move inside her. The feeling of her pussy clenching and clutching my penis was exquisite. I looked down between us and watched my cock as it moved back and forth in my mother-in-law's cunt, its slickened shaft moving in and out of the void between the encircling lips of her pussy. My dick tingled and twitched as it sc****d the walls of her throbbing vagina. I began pumping harder and faster, my engorged cock bowing across the stem of her clit. She started groaning," Ooh my darling, yesssss uuh god ooooh." I groaned as I pounded pelvis against pelvis driving us toward ectasy. "Uh, uh um oh yeah yeah...ooh baby, uh ya uh uh! ," I gasped. I felt her begin to shudder. Then suddenly a she cried out. Ooooooh... uuuuuuuuh! I let loose and began flowing, shooting into her, "Aaaah! Yeaahhh! oooh geez!" My cock was like a broken faucet flooding her womb with love and love juice, the womb that had conceived Ellen, given her life, the womb which was now wracked in spasming orgasm. "Oh. You beautiful woman, I adore you," I declared. She held me tightly until the throbbing stopped and I softened inside of her cum-soaked vagina.
We made love again several times before I left; sleeping nude in each other's arms my last two nights. I thrilled every time I looked at her huge breasts swooping out from her chest with nipples that were the size of my middle finger rising from the centers of great beaded circles. She cooed as I suckled them, holding her titties to my lips. I imagined her milk flowing into my greedy mouth. Then slowly, I moved from her creamy mounds and began to trail my tongue lower until it descended beneath the abundance of pubic hair that billowed beneath her belly, to the fleshy crease of her sex. This time, I was in no hurry. I would eat her and drink her to a finish. I would give her the best cunnilingus of her life.
As I positioned myself between her lush thighs, I noticed that she had recently groomed herself. She had trimmed her thick bush and fashioned it in a straight line at the top of her mound below which her vulva was clean-shaven. The outer lips of her pussy were smooth and silken either side of the crease from which her pink inner lips unfurled as my thumbs spread them apart. I love pussies and Kathy's is a honey. It fact, it is awesome, more like a flower, a pink Lilly or a fleshy Morning Glory than a cunt. Yes, like a flower with dewy pink petals flaring out from a stem, a stem with a little bead on the end, which I began to lavish with my tongue. She sighed when she felt my tongue flicking rapidly across her clit. She thrust against my face when she felt my tongue dart inside her and stroke the walls of her vagina. And when I lapped my tongue up and down her the broad surface of her labia and then light on the ring of her anus, she raised her bottom higher and made a noise that sounded like an, ooh yes, that too. I put my mouth back onto her cunt, and replaced it with a finger tip that slowly worked its way into her ass. I began licking and sucking her clit alternating the attack with each grunt and sigh, she gave in response. Kathy's clit became so swollen it seemed almost as if I was sucking a tiny dick. I kept devouring the quivering flesh of her pussy, my nostrils filling with her juices and the delicate scent of her lust.
She suddenly went tense as I pushed my finger deep into her ass, and then let out a cry that at first I thought was pain but then quickly recognized as a scream of ecstacy. I thrilled to the sound of her wailing and writhing in the throes of her orgasm. Even more, I thrilled to the way she now indulged her sexuality with complete abandon.
I marveled too when later she went down on her knees as I stood in the middle of the living room, and took my cock and balls in her hand, and playfully sucked one of my testicles before shoving my penis deep into her throat. She seemed to revel in the debauchery of it, stopping now and then to gaze up at me with my cock in her mouth, then resuming her vigorous fellatio. When, she made me cum, and my jism sprayed against the back of her throat, she gagged once, then swallowed all of it that didn't drizzle from the corners of her mouth.
She willingly let me do whatever I wanted; willingly accepted my suggestion of anal intercourse; got down on all fours and offered up he lovely broad backside to me. I found myself spreading the creamy half-moons to reveal a remarkably unblemished pink anus. I positioned the head of my well-lubricated penis against the puckered little rim, which resisted only a little before it was breached, and my cock slid into her ass. She gave a small grunt as she felt me mount her. I straddled her like a stallion on a mare. It felt just like I was in her pussy except a bit tighter.
The last thing I wanted was to hurt her so I moved very slowly and gently. With my hands on her hips, I guided her ass back and forth on my cock, which felt swollen to the point of bursting. She seemed in no distress, and when she reached a hand up between her legs and started to rub her pussy, I was sure of it. She began thrusting back and forth with me, her hand working her pussy faster and faster. I was now humping her furiously. I reached my hand around between her legs and put it on top of hers as it poked and stroked her vagina. I worked one of my own fingers alongside of hers so we were both friggin' her hot, wet pussy. My cock stretched inside her ass and began to throb as I kept up a steady humping. Then, "uuuha uuggh arrgh," with a shudder in my belly and a clench in my balls, I began shooting into her, cumming into her ass. I grunted like an a****l while squirting jet after jet up the channel, into her bowels, flooding her with warm semen. My load emptied into Kathy's butt, I collapsed on top of her and lay there as we both trembled with the after shakes.
We fucked again the next morning just before it was time for me to leave. It was a long, tender fuck in the missionary position. Kathy, her legs high on my back, her tits flattened against my chest, her mouth smeared on mine gave me the best lay I have ever had. I can still feel the loving warmth of her body and her cries of ecstasy ringing in my ears.