SEX WITH MY WIFE'S MOTHER

Hi, I'm Joe. In my previous story, Sex With My Wife's Sister, my wife, Susan, caught her sister, Kate, my sister-in-law, giving me a blowjob and, ever since, our marriage has been on the rocky road headed straight for divorce court. Yes, of course, she blames me more than she does her sister, as well as she should. I'm a cad. I'm no good. Only, we guys are easy. In hindsight, I think it was more the fault of Kate teasing me than it was my fault accepting the bait of her flashing me her tits.

Nonetheless whose fault it was, my wife said that if I'm willing to try and fix what is broken, she'd give me another chance. Some chance with that always hanging over my head for her to use whenever she deemed fit. The first thing I must do is to come clean and apologize to her parents, my father-in-law, Bob and my mother-in-law, Ruth, for disrespecting them by cheating on my wife with her sister, their daughter, Kate. It's an unusual request but based upon all that her parents have done for us and since it was their daughter with whom I was cheating on my wife with, it's an understandable request.

In my follow up story, Daddy's Dirty Daughter about the confession I made to my father-in-law, I've already come clean to him about what happened between Kate and I. I confessed to him that I was cheating on my wife, Susan, and having an affair with his daughter, Kate. I'm a bastard, I know, for having sex with sisters and for ruining their relationship and tearing apart their family, a family that has treated me more like a son than a son-in-law. It was wrong and I know that now. Only, at the time, I was only thinking with my penis and not with my brain.

My father-in-law, Bob, forgave me, I think. I mean, he didn't actually come right out and say that he forgave me, but after telling him everything that I did with his daughter, I left him with a huge erection. It was disturbingly weird and I was uncomfortable knowing that I had sexually aroused my father-in-law by telling him about the adulterous sexual escapades of his daughter. Unbeknownst to me before, I suspect that he lusts after his daughter now. What man wouldn't? She's gorgeous.

Now, I understand why he told me no matter how uncomfortable the details, he wanted to know all that I had done with Kate and I told him. It makes sense now and I can see that he just wanted to live vicariously through my sexual dirty deeds by imagining himself with his voluptuous daughter. In my story, Daddy's Dirty Daughter, I confessed every lurid detail from ogling her tits to cumming in her mouth with her last and final blowjob.

Nonetheless his weird and inappropriate questions about his daughter's sexual escapades with me, her brother-in-law, especially about blowjobs, I didn't have a choice but to cooperate with his demand that I tell him everything. He wanted to know if I had cum in Kate's mouth and how many times she blew me. Although I was more than uncomfortable sharing that personal information with him, her father, I was willing to answer whatever he asked. I just wanted to get it over with hoping that my total confession would dissuade him from pulling out his gun and shooting me. Only, I didn't realize that he was getting off on hearing the intimate information about his daughter's sexual affair with me. Admittedly, that was too weird.

Still, it's a tough pill to swallow having to tell all to my wife's parents, as my first step in fixing our marriage. I like her parents but to confront them with the information that I've been having sex with their 27-year-old, baby girl, Kate, behind their backs is nearly as bad as being caught by my wife receiving a blowjob from her sister. I'm beyond being embarrassed. I'm mortified and I hate myself for my actions when I dwell on it, which I try not to do. Yet, if my making a confession to her parents is the first step that I must take to fix my marriage, then I'm willing to give it a try.

The funny thing is when I was having hot sex with Kate, I never thought of the repercussions of my actions should we be caught. I only gave a care if my wife caught us. I didn't even consider how crushed her parents would be with discovering that I had been cheating on my wife with their other daughter, Kate. Now, I feel like such a jerk. I should have fooled around with a co-worker or a woman I picked up in a bar, instead of with my sister-in-law, of all women. Had I done that, no one would have known about my adulterous affair.

It's obvious that we guys think too much with our penises, but if you saw Kate in person or read my story, Sex With My Wife's Sister and read my follow up story Daddy's Dirty Daughter, you'd understand why I did what I did. She has the body and the face to make a gay man turn straight and a priest forsake his vows. She could give an erection to a dying man. She was my Helen of Troy and I was her Achilles. I was her Marc Antony and she was my Cleopatra. Well, you get the picture.

I cleared the air with Kate's father yesterday and today's the day that I'm telling all to my mother-in-law, Ruth. Actually, Kate's father suggested that I not mention blowjobs or that I came off in Kate's mouth more than one hundred times to Ruth. He said that his wife doesn't give blowjobs, the poor man, and that she'd find it difficult to forgive me knowing that I did that dastardly deed with her daughter. I can't believe he volunteered that information about his wife. I'd be embarrassed to tell anyone that my wife doesn't suck my cock.

He also suggested that I tell his wife that Kate and I made love only the one time. Moreover, he suggested that I not use the word fuck in front of his wife because, in his words, she was a delicate flower. Okay, basically, I'm coming clean about my relationship with my sister-in-law to my mother-in-law by not telling her the complete truth, in the way that I confessed the complete truth to her husband. It doesn't make sense for me to continue the charade by not telling my mother-in-law everything, as I did with my father-in-law. Yet, being married to her for 35-years, I'm sure that he knows his wife better than I do and I shall honor his wishes and abide by what he has suggested I do to beg the forgiveness of my mother-in-law.

Trying to remember back all the times I was with Kate, she must have blown me a hundred times, at least, and every time I shot my warm, gooey load in her mouth and every time she swallowed. We must have fucked more than two hundred times, yet, Bob, my father-in-law, wants me to tell his wife that she never blew me and that we made love once. Whatever, if this is what I must say to get myself out of this mess, then I'll tell her exactly what he wants. I just want to get this part of my life to end. I just want this nightmare over with so that I can go to the next step of trying to assuage my wife's disappointment and lack of trust in me.

To be honest, I'm on the fence about coming clean and showing remorse for all that I did with my wife's sister. Since our illicit, adulterous affair is now or will be out in the open, once I talk to both her parents and tell them all I've done with their precious, little daughter, I'm leaning towards leaving Susan and running off with Kate. I think I love her. I know I love her.

Only, with my luck it was only about the sex for Kate and she doesn't love me. With my luck I'll make my true confession that I'm in love with Kate and when Kate says she doesn't love me, I'll lose both sisters and be booted from the family for good. Susan would never allow me to see my children again.

I haven't talked to Kate, yet, about my true feelings for her. I haven't fully explored the possibility of running off with her, yet. We mentioned it in passing a few times when we were in the throws of making love, but I don't think either of us was serious then, that is, until now. Now, I feel that I'm in love with her and am ready to begin a new life with her.

Her parents have Kate sequestered somewhere. I haven't seen her or talked with her since she was caught with my cock in her mouth. I miss her terribly. I think I love her, I really do and I'm terribly horny without her.

The relationship I have with Susan was rocky with her not giving me any sex, since before the birth of our daughter, Amy, and now, it's worse, much worse. I'm no divorce lawyer, but I'd call what we are experiencing now irreconcilable differences. The magic, if it was ever there, is gone.

I was told that Kate wasn't home when I visited my mother-in-law, Ruth, to make my confession and take my lumps for my admission of guilt for having had sex with her daughter. I was more nervous having to talk to my mother-in-law than the dread I felt in anxiously awaiting talking to my father-in-law about our affair. I had no idea what I was going to say and how I was going to say it, especially since my father-in-law has advised me what not to say to his wife.

Ruth greeted me at the door and kissed me on the cheek before ushering me into her living room and we sat in opposite places than I did when I met with Kate's father yesterday. She sat facing the rear of the house and I sat facing the bay window that had a view of the front lawn and the street in the distance. Kate's mother is a very attractive woman. I only wish Susan looked as good when she is 52-years-old.

Had her hair been dyed more red than blonde, she'd resemble a cross between Rachel Welch and Anne Margret. Certainly, she wasn't lacking their bust size. Her tits are huge. Susan has a saggy B cup, her sister, Kate, has a shapely C cup, and their mother easily has a D cup. I could only imagine what her big tits would look like hanging down in my face. God, I'm incorrigible. Here I am ready to purge myself of all my wrongdoings and hoping for forgiveness for the adulterous affair I had with her daughter and I'm having sexual thoughts of my mother-in-law by imagining her naked tits. What is wrong with me?

"Robert tells me that you wanted to talk," she said with a smile.

She always calls him Robert and never Bob or Bobby. Everyone calls him Bob and his mother still calls him Bobby.

"Yeah, well, Susan, uhm, ah, well—"

"Before you start, I'm parched. Would you care for a cocktail?" She looked at her watch before looking at me again and smiling. She has a nice smile and when she walked by me, I checked out her ass. I never noticed, but she has a nice ass, too. Certainly, she doesn't look her age. If I didn't know she was 52-years-old, I would guess that she was 44-years-old. "Robert and I always have a little something this time of the evening."

I pulled my handkerchief from my back pocket and wiped the perspiration that collected on my forehead at my hairline. I was surprised; shocked actually, that Susan's mom was a drinker. The strongest drink I thought her parents drank was tea.

"Yeah, sure, I can use a little something."

"What may I get for you?"

Suddenly, in the way she asked me that question, 'what may I get for you,' reminded me of something that Kate would ask me. I imagined Kate appearing before me wearing something sexy, just an apron, one with her tits peeking out the sides and that was not long enough to cover her shaved pussy and nothing else, and asking me that same question.

"Joe, the way you are staring at me, you look hungry. What may I get for you?"

"How about a hot pussy sandwich?"

Gees, there I go again. What is it with my attraction to the women in this family? I'm married to one daughter, having an affair with her other daughter, and now I'm having inappropriate thoughts of their mother. I'm just glad Susan only has the one sister. Stop it! Just stop it!

"Uhm, a little scotch if you have some, neat with just a splash of water. That would be great. Thank you."

She made herself a dry martini with an olive. I've never seen her drink before. I took a long sip of the scotch and it went down easy, too easy. It was smooth. It tasted expensive and it tasted nothing like the swill that I can only afford to buy, Cutty Sark.

"So, you were saying, Joe, before I interrupted you," she said sitting back across from me. It was then I noticed her legs. Ala Katie Couric's shapely legs, she had nice legs for an old broad.

With my new found courage received from a quick surge of the warm alcohol flowing through my veins, I looked her in the eye. This being the first time we were alone and chatting, I had really never looked at my mother-in-law as a woman before, that is, until now. I never realized that she had beautiful blue eyes. Kate and Susan have brown eyes and their father has brown eyes. Even though I really like Kate's big, brown eyes, I couldn't help but notice Ruth's bright blue eyes. I always regarded her as Susan's Mom and not as a woman. She looked good, real good, for a woman who was twenty years older than me. I should look as good when I reach her age.

"You look nice by the way," I said feeling confident enough and relaxed enough to pay her a compliment. "I like your hair and that dress makes you look skinny. Have you lost weight? You look like you lost weight."

"Well, thank you, Joe," she said beaming while looking down at herself. "I have lost a few pounds recently. I've been trying to lose weight to fit in my bikini for the summer. Robert hasn't even noticed. He never pays me any compliments, that is, unless it's related to the food that I cook for him. I think that if I served him his dinner naked, he wouldn't even notice."

Bikini? She wears a bikini? I'd love to see my mother-in-law prancing around in her bikini. Suddenly, I envisioned Ruth serving me pot roast while naked. It was then that I wondered if her pussy was bushy like Susan, shaved like Katie, or trimmed. I could almost feel her big tit resting on my shoulder as she served me a big slice of the hot meat.

"Is that enough or would you like more?"

"Instead of you giving me more pot roast, allow me to give you some of my meat," I imagined saying to my mother-in-law as I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. "Yeah, baby, suck my cock."

What the fuck is wrong with me? There I go again fantasizing about my mother-in-law blowing me, even after her husband specifically told me that she doesn't give blowjobs. I'm not in trouble enough having hot sex with my wife's sister, now I'm thinking about having hot sex with her mother. Maybe, I need to see a psychiatrist. Maybe, I have a sex addiction.

"Well, I don't know about you, Joe, but I'm already ready for another," she said getting up from the sofa and reaching her hand out to take my empty glass for a refill. "May I get you a refill?"

"Yes, thank you," I said handing her my empty glass.

This time she returned with a two olive martini. Maybe that's how she keeps track of how many drinks she's had. When the olives displace the alcohol over the top of the glass, she stops.

The first drink calmed my nerves and the second drink relaxed me. I wasn't as nervous anymore, that is, until I was about to blurt out what I had to say.

"I've been having an affair," I said while watching for her reaction. "And the one I've been having the affair with is—"

"I know," she said. "Kate told me you two have been intimate for some time, now."

Oh, God, now what? I can't believe she knew all along. I was shocked, blown away. Is that good or bad that she knows? I can't read her.

"I'm so sorry. It just happened."

"Don't apologize, Joe. You're a good man. Kate is the daughter you should have married," she said with a sigh. "Susan was never right for you from the start. She doesn't love you, at least, not in the way that Kate does. Susan always loved the one she couldn't have, the one she went to the prom with, but he ended up getting another girl pregnant and you were her rebound. She used you to make him jealous, but it all backfired."

She floored me. I never knew any of that about Susan. Moreover, in one sentence she basically told me that Susan doesn't love me but that Kate does. My mind was reeling. I was so excited about the thoughts of being with Kate instead of Susan that I had trouble focusing on what more I wanted to say to Ruth. She already knew everything. Maybe, I do have a chance with Kate after all. I don't know if it was encouraged by the alcohol or by what Ruth said or a combination of the two, but suddenly, I had tears streaming down my face.

Ruth got up to sit beside me. She patted my leg before giving me a hug. As I said previously in my story, Sex With My Wife's Sister, we guys are born with tit receptors all over our bodies and I could feel her big tits against my arm. They felt wonderful, so big and so firm. They made my cock throb with passion for her.

Unless she was wearing an armored bra, they felt massive. It took all the control I had not to return her hug for the hope of keeping her warm body next to mine. I wanted to feel her huge melons against my chest, but I controlled myself from doing so. She was my mother-in-law for Christ sakes, Kate's Mom, and a step away from being my Mom, so to speak.

Before she returned to her seat, she made herself a third martini, this one with 3 olives. Man, she was sucking these things down. It was then that I wondered if she was nervous. Did I make her nervous being here in her house alone with her? Was she thinking amorous thoughts about me? Hey, you never know; if she's anything like her daughter Kate, unlike Susan, she could be attracted to me.

Without a doubt, the olives are her way to keep count of the drinks she's had. I wanted to secretly remove and eat an olive without her knowing, but there was no way that I could do that, unless she got up to use the restroom, which she suddenly excused herself to do and what I brazenly did, removed one of her olives and ate it, when she went to pee. I'm such a cad. I figured her limit was three drinks and I was curious to see what she'd be like after having a fourth martini.

When she sat back down on the couch she flashed me a bit of her white panty. In all the years I've known Ruth, this was the first time that I caught a glimpse of her panty. Seeing her panty suddenly, increased my sexual thoughts about her. I saw more of her thigh than I ever had. Then, she gave me a second view between her legs when she crossed her legs and a third view when she uncrossed them and crossed them the other way again later.

I didn't know, I couldn't tell, if she was flashing me accidentally or was teasing me, but whatever she was doing was working. I couldn't remove my eyes from her white panty every time she flashed. It was a detraction that stole the focus of my thoughts and it took me a few moments to remember what it was I was talking about and what it was I was thinking.

Every time she moved, every time she crossed and uncrossed her legs, her skirt climbed higher and higher up her shapely thighs while exposing more of her panty. I never realized that Ruth was so hot. Then, when she sat with her legs uncrossed, her skirt had risen high enough that even though her knees were tightly pressed together, I had a clear view of a triangular patch of panty just above her thigh. Just as I had difficulty looking any where else, other than between my mother-in-law's legs, I couldn't focus my thoughts enough to speak.

I was careful not to have her catch me looking. If she was going to show, whether it was accidental or accidentally on purpose, I didn't want her to abruptly end the show and pull the curtain. Then, when she parted her knees a bit, I could actually see her camel toe. Oh, my God, my mother-in-law's slit was clearly visible and covered only by a bit of thin, shear, cotton fabric. I could feel my tongue licking her pussy through her panty. I was getting aroused being flashed by my mother-in-law. I could feel my cock stirring a bit. Without doubt, the martinis were relaxing her enough that either she didn't care that she was flashing me her panty or was totally unaware that she was. It was more fun to believe that she didn't care that she was flashing me.

Well, I need one more drink. Three is my limit," she said. Apparently, she didn't realize I had eaten one of her olives when she went to pee and was actually making herself a fourth martini. That's right, Grandma, easy with the vermouth and heavy on the gin, which is exactly how she made her fourth drink.

This time when she sat, her legs were practically spread wide open and her skirt was askew. Ruth is a little tipsy.

"Oops, I'm showing you more of myself than I'd like to," she said taking a clumsy hand and pulling at the front of her skirt to cover herself, but when she did, she lifted her skirt high enough to give me a quick glimpse of her white panty nearly up to her waist. "Oops," she said again. "That was a bit awkward. I thought I was pulling instead of lifting. You didn't see anything, did you?"

"Just your white panty," I said with a laugh and we both started laughing.

"Now, I understand how it all started with Kate. Next, since you've seen my panty, I'll be asking you to show me your cock."

"Well, in the case of Kate, it was her tits, sorry, her breasts that she flashed me and not her panty."

"Well, I could certainly do that...show you my breasts," she said slurring her words. "I could show you my boobs for the pleasure of you showing me your cock," she said with a sexy laugh. "I'll have you know that I have big boobs that are every bit as good as Kate's boobs," she said throwing a hand to her hip, sucking in her stomach, throwing back her shoulders, and sticking out her chest.

Then, she tabled her drink, took both her hands and lifted her big balloons up through her blouse and bra and bounced them. When we made solid eye contact is when she gave me a look that no mother-in-law should give their son-in-law. Fuck, she was making me horny with her sexy talk and sexual antics.

"Yes, you do have a wonderful figure, Ruth, and if I may say, amazing breasts."

"Is it hot in here," she said unbuttoning a couple of buttons of her blouse and waving herself with her blouse while opening it and exposing her cleavage and bra to me.

Suddenly, I had an erection. I couldn't remove my eyes from the sudden show of her breasts. Her cleavage was exactly like Kate's. I couldn't help staring. I love tits and there, not more than a couple feet from me, were my mother-in-law's big knockers.

"So, do you think I have better boobs than Kate? I know I have better boobs than Susan."

"Not having seen your boobs, Ruth, I can't know if you have better boobs than Kate. All I know is that Kate's boobs are spectacular. I'll have to take your word that you do have better boobs than Kate's."

She looked at me like Anne Bancroft, Mrs. Robinson looked at Dustin Hoffman, Benjamin Braddock in the Graduate. Suddenly, I felt like the innocent victim about to be seduced by this horny, middle-aged, MILF of a woman. There was my mother-in-law with her legs partially open and exposing her panties and now with her unbuttoned blouse, exposing her cleavage and brassiere, too. I didn't know where to stare.

"Well, I can rectify that. Hell, I'd show you my tits, if you'd like to see them."

"I'd love to see your tits, Ruth."

Just as I couldn't believe she said that she'd show me her tits, I couldn't believe that I responded that I'd love to see her tits. This was my mother-in-law, sacred, off limits ground. What was I doing? I'm here to come clean and not make matters worse and even more complicated.

"I must warn you, though, like daughter like mother. If I show you my breasts, you'll have to show me your cock," she said with a sly laugh.

"Well, that's only fair. Only, like daughter like mother, if you want to do more than just look at my cock, you'll have to allow me to feel your tits and suck your nipples."

I heard my voice but still can't believe that I'm saying what I said. I'm flirting with my mother-in-law, as I would if she was a stripper in a bar.

"I see, so you are hoping that I'll suck your cock, too, is that correct? Is that how you got Kate to blow you more than a hundred times?"

"Well, I'd be lying if I said I didn't want you to suck my cock, Ruth. And I can't believe that Kate told you that she blew me more than a hundred times."

Like her daughter, Kate, she was wearing bright red lipstick. I imagined her red lips all over my cock. If only my poor father-in-law knew that his wife was talking about blowing me.

"Oh, she told me more than that. She told me that you loved cumming in her mouth, as much as she loved swallowing your cum."

"Gees, Ruth, you've given me quite the erection," I said removing my hand so that she could see the bulge that tented my pants.

"I can see that," she said staring at my bulging and throbbing cock. "To be honest with you, I must warn you, I haven't sucked a cock since my college days before I married my holy roller of a husband. He doesn't allow me to blow him. He feels that a wife's mouth is a sacred place. I would love to suck your cock, though, as long as your promise to cum in my mouth and as long as you promise not to tell Robert, Kate or Susan. I haven't tasted cum in so long. I was deemed quite the cum slut on my college campus."

"Well, I think I can accommodate you, Ruth. And I promise not to tell anyone that you blew me."

I turned off the overhead light and went over to where she was sitting and put my arm around her slender shoulders, just as I had done to her daughter, Kate. As soon as our eyes met, we kissed and as soon as she surrendered her tongue to me, my hand was all over her big tit. I don't know what it is, but I love feeling a woman's tit through her blouse and bra. Instantly, her big nipple made an appearance and I could feel it poke the palm of my hand every time my hand ran across the width of her breast. My hand went from one tit to the other tit. She had massive tits.

"I'm wearing a front snapper," she said looking down and unhooking her bra. I watched her big boobs spill out of her bra. Wow!

She was right, they were spectacular. Her tits looked exactly like Kate's tits, only a bit bigger. My hands were all over her big boobs while she felt my cock through my pants. In one quick move, she unzipped me, reached her hand inside my pants and pulled out my cock. Immediately, she started stroking me while I sucked her big nipples. Kate had big nipples, but mommy had giant nipples, the kind that made the sound of a cork pulled from a wine bottle when they popped out of my mouth.

I watched Ruth stare at my cock while stroking me. It was exciting to watch her stare, just as it was exciting to watch Kate stare at my cock.

"You have a beautiful cock, Joe. You're so big, so much bigger than Robert and so much harder, too. I love feeling how hard you are in my hand. I can't wait to put it in my mouth."

"Well, don't be shy, now, Ruth. Go ahead and stick it in your mouth."

With that she leaned her body down to my lap. I could feel her lips teasing the head of my cock and her tongue licking my pee hole before she engulfed me. Oh, my God, I couldn't believe that my mother-in-law was blowing me. Oh, my God, now I know how Kate learned to suck a cock. It's hereditary. Ruth was an expert at giving me a blowjob. The feeling of her mouth was sensational.

I was so hard and so excited that it took all the control I had not to instantly explode my load in her mouth. She was making me crazy. She had such a firm grip on my cock while stroking me and the suction of her lips and the warmth of her tongue felt incredible. It didn't take me long to start humping her mouth with my hips before I exploded all that I had to give in her mouth.

"Mom!"

"Ruth! What is going on here?"

Ruth and I looked up at the same time and there standing in the living room was her husband Robert and my sister-in-law, her daughter, Kate. Oh, my God! Now, I'm fucked. My mother-in-law just blew me. She had my cum hanging from her lip and running down her chin and collecting all over her massive boobs. Gees, I shot a huge load.

Kate and her Dad just stared at us. It was then that I realized that his fly was down. Then, when I looked at Kate, I realized that her lips were red raw like she had been kissing or...sucking his cock. No, tell me it's not true. Did she just blow her Dad? This is too fucked up. Maybe, this is my way out of this.

"I'm the one who should ask you two what's going on here."

"What do you mean?"

"Your fly is down, Dad," I said to my father-in-law.

Ruth looked from her husband to Kate.

"Judging by the redness of your mouth, Kate, I imagine you've been up to no good with your father."

"How dare you infer that I had sexual relations with my daughter," said Robert.

"Mom, it just happened. It was his all his fault," she said pointing to her father. "He forced himself on me when he made me tell him everything that Joe and I did. He took out his cock in front of me and started masturbating. He put my hand on it and made me stroke him before he forced my head down and forced me to blow him."

"Robert how could you?"

"How could I? How could you not blow me in 35-years of marriage? How could you conceal your naked body from me? How could you not give me a normal sex life?"

"I thought this is what you wanted? You seemed so uncomfortable the first time I blew you. I thought you were too religious for sex."

"I was embarrassed. I just said that about your mouth being a sacred place. I didn't mean any of it. Religion was where I prayed hoping you'd blow me."

"Oh, Joe, how could you have my Mom blow you? I thought you loved me."

"I do love you. Only, I should ask you the same thing. How could you blow your father, suck his cock, and swallow his load? How could you do that?"

"Okay, this is all a giant misunderstanding. I suggest we forget the whole thing happened," said Ruth, suddenly making the most sense. "I'll talk to Susan tomorrow about giving you a divorce. We'll pay for the proceedings. You two," she said pointing to Kate and me, "need to be together. And you," she said to her husband, "from now on things will be different between us. I plan on being your cum slut and sucking your cock every night."

The End