My Mother in Law, My Slut
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My Mother in Law, My SlutMy wife’s last words before going through airport security were “Keep an eye on my mom.”Over the next week I did just that.I decided to check in on Helen on my way home from the airport. My mother in law is slender, about five-two, and in her late sixties. We’d been going through a heat spell and she doesn’t have air conditioning, but I was nevertheless surprised to find Helen still in her nightie at 3:30 in the afternoon. “It’s been a lazy sort of day,” she said as she greeted me with an on-the-mouth kiss and a big hug. I could feel something stirring in my crotch area as I held her for a second or two longer than typical.She made me my usual – scotch on the rocks, and we chatted as she flittered from one part of the kitchen to the other. Since my father in bahis siteleri law’s death Helen had become a neat-nut.Depending on where in the kitchen she was standing, I could make out the details of Helen’s shapely body. Her dark nipples were almost visible. She’d overestimated her capabilities when she tried returning a plate to one of the top shelves in the cabinet. There she was, on tiptoe, the plate not quite in and not quite out. I practically pinned her against the counter as I sprang to her aid. A strange thing happened after the plate was in its place. Neither one of us moved, and within five seconds my cock sprang to full attention. Helen clearly enjoyed what was happening, so I put one arm around her. She instantly covered my hand with hers, turned her head and gave me a canlı bahis sly smile.Helen rubbed her ass against my crotch as I massaged her tits from behind, now with both hands. I lifted her nightie up and slid one hand beneath her panties as I pulled and pinched her chestnut-sized nipples. She moaned deeply as my finger found her hairy, dripping wet cunt. In one motion she turned around, lifted off her nightie, and planted her open lips on mine. We stripped quickly, and Helen had no trouble finding my cock. On her knees, she stroked and sucked it like it was her last meal. Within two minutes I exploded into her mouth, and she swallowed every drop.I lifted her up onto the kitchen table, spread her legs, and went to work on her gaping, dripping love-hole. She slithered on the table as güvenilir bahis my tongue massaged her clit and lips. She tasted heavenly.“No one’s ever done that to me before,” she panted. Every few minutes Helen seemed like she was on the verge of orgasm, but she didn’t cum. Not letting a good opportunity go to waste I lubed up my middle finger and gently inserted it into her asshole. Within 30 seconds my sweat-drenched slut experienced a wrenching, screaming orgasm.After a few minutes I pulled her closer to me, lifted her legs to my shoulders, and fucked her right on the table where we’d enjoyed so many dinners together. I happily obliged when she ordered me to “put it in my ass.” It took several tries, but before long she was taking my full eight inches up to the hilt as she toyed with her pussy. This time Helen came first, followed by me.I stayed over that night. I counted six orgasms of my own, and at least eight for Helen.Needless to say, I visited her every day until my wife returned from her trip.
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