To cut a long story short, Donald – who was quite a bit older than Julia – died, and Rebecca, Toby, her son by a previous husband, and I moved in with Julia.
Rebecca was a director of some consultancy firm and once she saw that Toby was happy to be left with me she started to travel more, much more. So the move to the country also meant that Julia could fulfil the mother role to Toby.
As for Rebecca, the travel, the stresses of the job and her nature had left our sex life on the back burner.
It was late on a Friday night, Toby was in bed, Rebecca in Hong Kong, I sat at one end of a sofa and Julia was laid on her back along the rest of this very long sofa.
Julia was a woman in her sixes, but still very attractive; trim with quite large breasts which had been spared from any enhancement. One more button than usual was open on her blouse. On her back her breasts had fallen away from her bra cups and I could spy a gorgeous hard nipple.
She looked up and caught me; I could feel myself coloring up in embarrassment.
To my amazement she just smiled and said, “You could put a hand down and feel them if you wanted to, Nick.”
I felt like a rabbit trapped in the headlights of a car.
“Nick, you’re a red blooded male who hasn’t had sex in months if I know my daughter, which I do. I’m a passionate woman who has recovered for the death of her husband and who has needs too.”
The rabbit was still caught in the headlights.
“It’s not a honey trap, Nick, we just have something the other one wants and softened up with good food, fine wine and a roaring log fire we could indulge it and nobody would be any the wiser, and certainly not my frigid daughter.”
What the hell, I let my hand stray down over Julia’s breast, she moaned and shuffled up the sofa giving me better access. I twisted her nipple as she caressed my forearm.
Leaning forward I kissed her soft lips and let her tongue explore my mouth. The next moment I realized I was off the sofa and knelt beside my mother in law and, still kissing her, my fingers fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. Julia’s hands were working at my belt and jean buttons, by then my mouth was locked on a hard nipple and she had one hand stroking my now free cock and the other keeping my head positioned over her breast.
We broke for air; Julia reached down and undid her jeans, then knelt on the sofa leaning over the back rest. I pulled her jeans and knickers down to her knees.
“From behind. Nick, hard and fast, no condom, just pump your spunk into me.” She certainly knew what and how she wanted it. I wouldn’t even have been able to tell you what her pussy looked like; I just aimed and pushed my cock into her wet pussy
Julia lent back into me and I started to grind into her, for her age she got wet quickly. I slipped my hand around to her clit and rubbed in time with my thrusts. Soon the wet, sticky sound of our bodies colliding was punctuated by her moaning to an orgasm.
Her last backward thrust triggered my cum. I pulled her hips into my crotch and held her tight while my spunk squirted into her with a force I hadn’t known for years.
Somehow we parted and slid down onto the sofa together.
“My god we both needed that,” she breathed.
I just nodded. We lay together for a little while, kissing and fondling the way that new lovers do. Then Julia stood up and a girlish smile crossed her lips.
“Heavens, Nick, you filled me up and now it’s flooding out, don’t leave so long next time.” She slid a couple of fingers between her legs and brought them to her mouth.
“Tastes good though.”
Julia gathered her clothes that were scattered across the room and walked half naked to the door. She turned and smiled. “This is one girl that won’t need her vibrator tonight.”
A blown kiss and she was gone.
My mind started to run over what had just happened; I had just fucked my mother-in-law! I had just cheated on my marriage vows with my wife’s mother!
I checked the house was locked and safe for the night, turned off the lights and went to bed. I couldn’t get the thought of Julia out of my head, the feel of her skin, the smell of her body, her moans as I fucked her hard. I lay naked on my bed, my marriage bed, my cock stiff again for Julia. I licked my fingers and slid them up and down my shaft, then brought them to my lips tasting Julia’s cum.
Once or twice I nearly went to her room; she had said, “Don’t leave it so long next time”.
I slept late and the morning brought guilt. I went down stairs to find Julia had cooked her grandson’s breakfast and he was now sitting in front and empty plate.
“Morning, sleepy,” she said cheerily. “Toby go and have a shower you have a busy day today.” Toby obediently headed for the stairs, beaming at me on the way past.
“Julia,” I started.
“Ladies first,” she said quickly, “then you can have your say.”
I sat down and Julia sat beside me.
“I said last night that I know my daughter and I know that sooner or later you will get bored of waiting for her to have a decent sexual relationship with you. When that happens there is a chance that you will get found out and/or leave Rebecca. That will devastate Toby, he adores you, and that frightens me. You are too big a part of his life to be missing.”
She stopped to let that sink in before starting again.
“And as I also said last night, I have needs as well. I know you, trust you and actually I love you as well. I can keep my distance, metaphorically, when Rebecca is home and slot in when she is away”. A naughty grin ran across her lips. “Well get slotted into when she is away, you are also bloody sexy and I hope a bit naughty like me. We could have some wonderful sex together and there will be no danger.”
There was the sound of footsteps on the stairs and Toby was back with us.
For a moment Julia look serious. “Donald trusted you, a couple of times he got friends to offer you slightly dodgy business deals just to test you. His friends always came back saying you were the straightest guy they had known.”
Julia got out, squeezed my hand and started to get Toby ready for a day at a friend’s house. I had wanted to apologize to Julia about previous night, but now my mind was racing again.Â
Julia dropped Toby with his friend and was out for the rest of the day. Christina, the mum of Toby’s friend, phoned to ask if he could stay over, there was a gang of them, and he had done it before so it wasn’t a problem. I collected his washing kit, sleeping bag, teddy, (hidden of course), and milk drinks and biscuits for the midnight picnic that I knew he and his friends loved to have. I checked Toby was OK and passed the bag over to Chris, first checking that none of the kids had allergies.
Chris starred at me. “I never thought to ask” she admitted, “you are such a good dad, I wish Marcus was like you, but he is like Rebecca, always travelling.”
Chris gently ran a hand across my skin. “We are like two souls forgotten by our partners, we must get together on evening to console each other. I’m sure Julia would baby sit for you one evening.”
Any further discussion was halted by the gang running down the stairs. We had a perfunctory hug and I bolted for the door.
The drive home had my mind racing again, Chris was very sexy, I’d often gave her arse a long lingering look, in fact she had caught me once and had just smiles, wiggled it and carried on.Â
Since it was Saturday I stopped at the supermarket to get wine and the ingredients for my evening meal and Julia’s if she was about. She was home and staring into the cupboard looking for inspiration she turned to look at me. “You have a strange smile on your face,” she said.
I stood beside Julia at the kitchen worktop. “Toby is on a sleepover, I left a note.” She nodded. “So I dropped his things over to him and Christina propositioned me.”
Julia gave me a wide eyed look. “You lucky boy, sounds like I’ll be covering for you.”
“Well I was thinking about that and I decided that if you don’t mind, I’d rather fuck your brains out than Chris’s.”
Julia span around suddenly and accidentally into my arms. “Well that is a surprise, but yes please.”
“Good, but I think we should have some rules. I want your pussy shaved and when you are wearing these nice expensive jeans you like, I don’t want you wearing knickers, I want our cum to soak into the crotch of them.”
“And what do I get?”
“Fucked as often as you want.”
“Nick, there is one thing I want, I can get very wet when I cum, with my Rebecca’s father and with Donald I’ve always held back. I don’t want to anymore.”
I undid the top of her jeans and slid my fingers into her. “That’s fine with me I’ll enjoy it.” I started working her with my fingers. “Come on show me how much you squirt.”
This was all she needed, she grabbed my wrist, screamed into my shoulder and suddenly my hand was soaked in cum. She was shaking, but I pulled her jeans and knickers down and buried my head in her sodden cunt. “Again I ordered, cum again on my mouth.”
I licked and nibbled and sucked on her clit until she started to hump at my face, then she came. My mouth and face were flooded with her cum, we sank to the floor and I continued to lick her cleaning up the sticky juices.
“Stop, please stop,” she said meekly.
“Not until I’ve cleaned you up.”
Julia took my head and pulled me up to her face, then licked me clean. We kissed and kissed again, but this time loving and tenderly.
“Is that what it’s going to be like between us?” she asked.
“Hope so.”
We kissed again then I helped her stand, she reached for her knickers then smiled and threw them aside.
Julia looked down and smiled, running her fingers through the bush. “I’ll get rid of that in the morning as well.”
Picking up her jeans, she slid her long slender legs into them. I watched as her bare arse filled the denim. Then she pulled her T shirt up and undid her bra, shuffling arms and sleeves to remove it, throwing it in the direction her knickers went.
Those gorgeous breasts swayed under the cotton. Her nipples, always erect, refused to be overlooked and forced the material like cones on the mounds of soft flesh below.
I took her in my arms and we kissed. I gently fondled the warm swaying flesh in front of me.
“I need a glass of wine and something to eat darling,” she cooed.
My original plans for a lavish dinner and then courtly seduction had gone, I prepared an easy meal of paella, we drank the wine and finished off with brandy by candle light beside the open fire.
“Any other plans for the evening?” Julia mocked gently.
“Well I haven’t cum yet so…”
“Well there is mouth and pussy available on this occasion if you interested.”
“Mouth and pussy sound very good to me, but what else is there on other occasions?” I said kissing her neck.
“Well if you are very nice and cook me more nice meals and do lots of that you are doing now there may be some arse from time to time.”
“Arse from time to time sounds very promising.” My hand was under that cotton material.
“Yes… Donald would never have partaken of course, but Rebecca’s father was an occasional visitor.”
“Were his visits welcomed?”
“Oh yes, very welcomed, but not tonight. Let us go to my room and spend the night there.”
Her bedroom was like her fragrant and elegant, we undressed each other.
“Need a wee first,” she said as I started to lay her horizontal.
There was no shutting the bathroom door with Julia, she watched me watching her.
“You’re a pervert,” she laughed, “but I’m not complaining. “Dry or wet?” she said holding a piece of tissue.
“Wet,” I said with a smirk, the tissue went in the bin and a moment later a wet pussy tasting slightly of piss was impaled on my wanton tongue.
I needed to cum so I pushed Julia onto her back. She spread her legs and I pushed my cock into her willing pussy. I pumped at her, she moaned and let her juices flow, covering my balls. I felt myself cumming and pushed as far into her as I could go.
Another massive load shot into her and we both collapsed into each other’s arms. We slept till morning, peaceful and happy.
Julia was as good as her word, when Rebecca was home she was the mother in law, cordial but not over familiar. When Rebecca was traveling Julia’s shaven pussy, mouth and arse were there for the taking; we even parked up under the flight path and were fucking as my wife’s plane flew over us, so as she sipped her first cocktail in business class my spunk was leaking into the denim of her mother’s jeans.
Life could be so sweet.