1. Understanding mom-in-law


    Date: 2/14/2016, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Ass to mouth, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Male / Older Female, Masturbation, Water Sports/Pissing, Author: Ren Dhark, Rating: 92.5, Source: sexstories.com

    couldn't have been easy for her. And this morning, she had snapped. As the She-Devil and I were going at each other again, Pat whirled around, and in a voice I had never before heard from her, she snarled: "Why the fuck don't you act your bloody age, for once!" I looked at her in shock. The wife was even more shocked, because the outburst had been directed at her. Things got messy after that, and lead to me and my bottle, sitting on my lonely rock, with Pat's arm around me. Well, we drank. We talked. I told her, how miserable I was, and that I didn't know how to handle her "little girl". She told me about the problems she was having with John. Apparently he couldn't get it up anymore, and she was frustrated as hell. Now, you might think that I saw the obvious opening, and dove right in. You'd be wrong. To me she was - first and foremost - my very good friend. We drank some more, we sang a few songs together, and - at some point - I found myself nuzzling Pat's warm neck - listening to her purr. She wrapped her arms around me, as I kissed her neck, nibbled her earlobe, worked my way across, and kissed first her right eyelid, then her left eyelid. With her eyes closed, I kissed her nose, and then my lips locked with those of my mother-in-law. We kissed long - and deep. We had so much mutual frustration to exchange, it was almost painful. As our tongues fought for dominance, my hand was stroking her thigh, while hers was rubbing my pulsing bulge. Pat was only wearing a sarong - ...
    wrapped around her and knotted above her breasts - and bikini-bottoms. We finally had to come up for air, and I took the opportunity to undo the knot. Before her sarong had dropped down to her waist, my mouth was clamped around her nipple. I sucked eagerly and swirled my tongue around, as Pat let out a low, guttural moan. But then she stopped me. We were both panting. My balls felt as if they were building up enough pressure to blow The Hulk into the next suburb. Pat had to swallow a few times, before she could talk. "Are we sure, we want to do this?" I took a deep breath. "My marriage is over - I realise this now. I am sorry, but your daughter is a selfish, immature, cold-hearted bitch. I need a real woman - someone like you!" She smiled at that. "But - you have your own marriage to think of. I think, the decision has to be yours. I would be delighted to be your play-mate for as long as you want - or I re-marry - god-forbid! But you must know what you want. And if you need time to think about it, that's fine too." Well - I was lying through my teeth at that point. I thought, if we didn't finish what we started, I would probably end up trying to fuck the bottle - and get my dick stuck. And then Pat stood up. Aw crap! Why couldn't I just have taken her, and not tried to play Sir bleed'n Galahad! Pat picked up the sarong - spread it out on the sand - lay down - and held her arms out to me. Geronimo! I tore off my clothes, as if I was on fire - which I was - dove into her arms ...
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