Soon after our Sunday after-church fuck Charlene, my mother-
in-law, and I descended into a sex-filled, carnally charged obsession
with each other. Often, Charlene would call me up at the office during
the day to announce that Harry, my father-in-law, had gone off
golfing, or fishing, or just down to the local Wal-Mart. Sometimes
we’d just get each other off over the phone. More often, I’d announce
I was leaving for an early or late lunch and head over to Charlene’s.
She would usually greet me at the door and within minutes I’d have her
skirt up over her hips and we’d be fucking madly on the living-room
couch, the kitchen table, even once on the hood of her car parked in
the garage.
I remember once Harry invited me over one Sunday afternoon to
watch a football game. As soon as I arrived, I could sense Charlene’s
excitement, matched only by my own increasing sense of urgency. Harry
and I settled down in front of the television while Charlene ran back
and forth into the kitchen, filling bowls of pretzels and glasses of
beer. Each time she entered, I ran my eyes hungrily up and down her
full figure, drinking in those lovely legs and her full, lush chest. I
could tell she felt me watching because she made a big show of
catering to our needs, wiggling her wide ass a foot in front of me as
she arranged a coaster or helped Harry fix up the pillow behind his
head.
As the third quarter started, Charlene announced she’d be back
in ten minutes or so and headed upstairs. I debated for a couple of
minutes whether I should sneak upstairs to join her but Harry had
gotten me involved in a long and tedious discussion of astro-turf
versus real grass. I couldn’t think of a politic way to break our talk
off. Ten or fifteen minutes later, Charlene reappeared. I almost
gasped in surprise and pleasure. My mother-in-law had changed into her
“workout” outfit – – a skintight body suit that accentuated her
expansive hips and moulded her lovely breasts into fine long expanse
of cleavage. She announced that she was going to the basement to do
her exercises in the elaborate home gym Harry had bought for her.
Harry nodded happily, and Charlene disappeared downstairs.
I grew increasingly edgy. There Charlene was, downstairs,
dressed in an outfit that would raise a dead man’s spirits and here I
was stranded in front of the t.v. with Harry who was by now droning
on about players’ salaries. When he paused, I piped up that I had
never seen Charlene’s home gym and that I was thinking about buying
one of my own. Would he mind, I asked, if I went down and checked the
equipment out. Harry smiled and said sure, go ahead. With that I
headed to the basement.
In the basement, Charlene was seated on the bench of her
Soloflex, working her pectoral muscles. As I rounded the corner, I was
stopped dead by the sight of her full chest swelling and ebbing as she
pulled the bars of the weight machine together. She looked up and
smiled at me. I unzipped my fly and Charlene – – sweat glistening on
her brow, her long silver hair held back by an elastic band – –
dropped her hands to her waist and began slowly stroking her thighs.
Wordlessly, I ambled over to the exercise machine and, standing
directly in front of her, I unbuckled my pants and let them and my
boxers drop to the floor. Charlene smiled even wider and put a hand on
each side of my hips, pulling my now hardening cock close her lips.
As my mother-in-law began licking my shaft, I ran my hands
through her hair, stripping off her hair band and shaking her thick,
luxuriant platinum hair free. As I ran my hands slowly through her
hair, Charlene grasped my cock in both hands and began running her
mouth over my knob. With my hands buried in her hair, I grasped her
head and gently pushed her hot, damp mouth all the way onto my cock.
I could hear Charlene moan as she gobbled her way down my shaft. Her
mouth surrounded my dick, encasing it incredible, tight heat. With my
palms along her cheeks, I slowly began to pull her head on and off my
cock. Excited, Charlene grasped the base of my penis with one hand and
began massaging and squeezing my testicles gently with the other. I
could feel myself hardening deliciously, filling her mouth with more
and more bloated cock flesh. Soon Charlene was bouncing her mouth up
and down my cock and I was along for the ride.
The tip of my penis began to tingle and itch and I could feel
my balls begin to tighten. Charlene could too, and as I approached
orgasm she ripped one strap of her body suit off her shoulder,
exposing a swelling tit and a pink, erect nipple. With her mouth still
clamped to my dick and one hand around the base of my cock, Charlene
began running her hand over her naked breast, stopping occasionally to
pinch and tweak her huge, distended nipple. Watching her play with her
tit drove me wild and as I felt a load boil up from my balls, I
tightened my grip on her head and began flexing my hips and fucking her
hungry mouth.
I could hear Charlene moan deep down in her throat. Just as I
was about to come, she pulled her dripping mouth off my cock, and
began furiously stroking my penis with both her hands. She was
grunting and moaning softly, encouraging me to ejaculate. And with a
repressed moan of my own, I felt my cock spurting in deep heavy jerks
all over her face and chest. Oh Frank, my mother-in-law whispered
huskily. Oh baby, yeah, hmmmmm. I wiggled my hips, struggling to
shake every last moment of pleasure from the tip of my cock. Charlene
meanwhile had pressed my cock against my stomach with both her hands
and began hungrily licking and kissing my swollen purple cockhead.
Charlene, oh Charlene, I whispered as I ran my hands through her hair
and down her cheeks and along her neck.
At that exact moment, with both of us overwhelmed by the
sudden fury and abatement of passion, we heard the basement door open.
It was Harry. Shocked, I hurriedly pushed Charlene away from my dick
and scrambled to pull my pants back up around my hips. I could hear
Harry descending the stairs. Realizing I’d never get tidied up in
time, I scooted for the door to the utility room in the back of the
basement. Frantically, I saw Charlene running a towel around her face
and pulling her body suit back into place. As I raced into the
utility room I heard Harry asking Charlene where I’d gone. She mumbled
something indistinct. In the dark utility room I stuffed my shirt
back into my pants and ran my hands through my hair. Pasting a wide
smile on my face, I walked into the basement to see a bewildered Harry
turning this way and that to find me. Charlene was still on the
exercise machine.
Over here Harry, I called out to my father-in-law. When he
asked what the hell I was doing in the utility room, I mumbled
something about investigating the basement. Still looking bewildered,
Harry announced that the fourth quarter of the football game was
almost over. I answered enthusiastically that we better get back
upstairs and Harry turned back to ascend the stairs. As I passed
Charlene on the home gym I ducked my head down and gave her a quick
peck on the cheek. She sat there, stunned looking, breathing heavily,
her face and chest flushed. Later, as Harry and I watched the
interminable post-game show, Charlene came up from the basement to
take a shower. While she showered, I bid Harry goodbye and took off –
relieved yet worried about how close my mother-in-law and I had come
to dangerous exposure.
Charlene was particularly disturbed by our near discovery. She
called me later that night to suggest that we cool things off for a
while. She was worried that Harry might be suspecting something.
Reluctantly, I agreed. We did agree, however, that maybe we should
return to cyberspace and carry on our affair temporarily online. Over
the next week, SylverFox and I would meet about every other night.
We’d repair to a private chat room and engage in cyber foreplay and
often, we’d just chat. At some deep level, I discovered, Charlene
still loved Harry. After all, they’d been together for almost 30
years. Yet Harry, older than his wife by almost a decade, had
completely lost interest in sex – – preferring instead to drink, watch
t.v., and carouse with his other retired buddies. Charlene on the
other hand was just beginning to rediscover the joys of her body and
its possibilities. This was a process I hoped I’d continue to
participate in.