My mother-in-law, Beatrice, is one fine looking lady.  In fact, I was trying for Bea when I met her daughter Mary who eventually became my wife.  Bea was working behind the bar at my favorite watering hole and I had been trying for months to get her to give me a tumble.   She would just laugh at me and remind me that she was an old married lady, but I sensed that she would eventually cave if I just kept after her.

One night I was sitting at the bar watching Bea's fine ass wiggle as she walked back and forth behind the bar when the back door opens and in walks a wet dream; long black hair, sparkling green eyes, and a body that most women would kill for.  This vision walks to the end of the bar, sits down on the stool next to me, gives me a thousand-watt smile and says, 

"Hey sailor.  Buy a girl a drink?" 

 For a couple of seconds I just stared at her.  I'm not a bad looking guy, but I've never been the sort that beautiful creatures like this one would approach and I could tell from the twinkle in her eye that she knew the effect that she was having on me.  I shook the fog out of my head and called Bea over, "give the lovely lady what she wants" and Bea, without asking the woman anything, pulls a draft and sets it in front of her.  Then Bea says, "Mary, this is Mike.  Mike, say hello to Mary" and then she heads down to the other end of the bar.  Mary took a sip of her brew and then said to me,  "My mother tells me that you won't take no for an answer so she asked me to see if I could maybe take your attention off her." 

Could you ever, I said to myself, but not believing for one minute that I had a chance of connecting with this gorgeous woman.  Well, one thing led to another, and seven months later I asked her to marry me and she said yes.

The relationship between me and Bea shifted slightly; I still sat at the bar and admired her ass, but the conversation changed to ribald kidding - "You still got a chance Bea, I'm not married yet" or "Last chance to say yes before I say I do." 

And then, one night before my bachelor party, I was sitting at the bar and I said to Bea, "Times running out on you.  You only have two more days until I'm spoken for" and she said to me, "Tell you what Mike.  My car broke down and I had to take a cab to work.  Dave (my future father-in-law) is out of town and I need a ride home.  You give me a ride home and I'll give you a kiss." 

Like I was going to say no, right?  I mean, what the hell, she was family now.  I stuck around till the bar closed, although for the last hour I was on black coffee, and then we headed for her house.  Not even two blocks away from the bar Bea slides over next to me and her hand went right to my zipper.  I was so surprised that I damn near ran off the road.

 "Maybe you had better pull over," she said, and I immediately complied.  By the time I was stopped Bea had my dick out, her head was in my lap, and her mouth was sending shivers up and down my spine.  She took her mouth off me long enough to say, "I told you I'd give you a kiss, I just didn't say where" and she went back to sucking me off.  She was an expert and it wasn't long before I could feel the cum start boiling up out of my balls so I warned her I was going to shoot.  Expecting her to pull off I reached for some McDonald's napkins I keep in the door pocket, but all she did was lock her lips tightly around my dick and swallow every drop I spit out.  She didn't take her mouth away until I was as limp as a wet noodle.  Bea took the napkin and wiped her mouth then she leaned into me and gave me a very passionate kiss. 

" Now, take me to a motel" she said, and I broke all existing traffic laws getting us to a Motel 6 where Bea spent the next four hours trying to fuck me to death. 

 "Why now?" I asked her.  "Why now when this is what I was after over a year ago?" 

Bea smiled at me, "Because you weren't safe a year ago and if we had done it then you might have said something to somebody, but now you are in the family and I know I can count on you to stay quiet about it.  You take real good care of my baby and maybe we can do this again some time.  We don't have to worry about Dave.  He encourages me to take lovers as long as I tell him what we do."  She saw the instant concern on my face and she laughed, "I don't give him names and he has never asked so don't you sweat it."

That was three years ago; I have been taking very good care of her baby and have been rewarded with some of the best sex on the planet.  Mary can't believe how well I get along with her mother and I just tell her I love Bea because she was the one responsible for getting us together.  I hope to God Mary never finds out the real reason that her mother and I are so close.  But, and there is always a but, lately I have been watching Dave, especially on nights when I am going to see Bea, and I have been wondering what he is thinking, knowing that she is going out to get fucked.  On those nights I wonder what I would be thinking under the same circumstances, and what's most disturbing to me, is that the thoughts always seem to give me a hardon.