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 Mother-in-Law by Geek Writer ******************************* Copyright 2004
by ME!!!DON'T COPY PLEASE!!!  ******************************* My wife Gwen
was heavy with our baby when all of this happened.  She had been
complaining of serious fatigue and had been really hesitant in the last
several months to have sex of any kind.  I knew that was going to happen so
I spent a lot of time in the bathroom with Playboy, jerking off to hot
young blondes.

   After a while it got old, the models all looked the same - blonde,
perfect(fake) round breasts, and flawless skin.  It honestly began turning
me off because it was so unreal that I would get frustrated and give up.

   Gwen's mom called one night when Gwen was about 8 months along.

   "Hey Martin, how's the bun cookin?" Jennie was a really cool hippie
chick from the sixties who was about the calmest and coolest down to earth
person I knew.  She always found a way to make me feel at ease, and had
talked me through a depression over my job a while back.  She was not only
my mother in law, but she was my friend too.

   "It's coming along.  The doc just put Gwen on bedrest, so it's going to
be pretty busy here for a while." "Hey, is she there?  Lemme talk to her"

   I gave the phone over to my wife who talked in her perpetual half asleep
tone.  "K mom, see ya" and handed it back to me.

   "Hey Jen, what's up?" "See you tomorrow Marty, I'm heading in a few
weeks early." Jen had planned on coming in and staying with us for a few
weeks around the birth to help before, during, and after.

   Jen showed up the next day with her dog and a carload of crap.  Never
one to be caught without something, she had brought just about everything
with her.  I wondered if Jeb, my father in law, had anything left in the
house, and wondered out loud.

   Jennie smacked me in the butt and told me to get busy.  Over about an
hour, I unloaded and trucked all of her shit inside.  On my last trip in, I
brought in her suitcases.  Tripping over everything already there, one of
them sprang open.  My eyes bugged out when I saw it was full of teddy's and
sheer nightgowns.  Quickly grabbing it all and cramming it back in, I spun
around to make a hasty retreat.

   Jennie was standing in the door smiling.  "Found my sleeps, eh Marty?"

   "Um, yeah.  Sorry, I think I put em all back in" She chuckled.  "Don't
worry, they are just pajamas"

   I didn't say anything as I escaped out the door.

   The next several days passed with me coming home from work, eating
dinner, helping Jennie with Gwen, and watching a lot of TV.  Jennie would
change into one of her things, with a silk nightgown to cover it and join
me in front of the set.  One night, after sharing a bottle of wine at
dinner, we were surfing through the channels and I started going through
the movies.  As I worked through the pay per view channels and beyond, she
told me to stop.

   "What the hell was that, go back!" she said incredously.  I looked over
and realized that her gown had parted slightly, exposing a nice long line
of cleavage.  I tore my eyes away and went down channel by channel. 
"There!" she said loudly, slurring slightly.  I realized that she was even
more buzzed than I was.

   I looked at the screen and the info portion said "Beach Blanket
Bimbo's". I had watched it before and said that it sucked bigtime before I
realized my mistake.  "You mean you actually watched that crap?" I looked
at her and she looked amused rather than pissed.

   "Yeah, well,..." "Marty, I know Gwen's been tired lately" I snorted. 
"Tired for a long time?" "Try 8 months Jennie!" I said heatedly, looking
her in the eye.  She looked at me and said, "Did watching that help?" I
shook my head no.  "Nah, they're all fake.  Doesn't do anything for me." I
poured myself another glass of wine and took a large gulp.  I began to
smell her scent and it was nice; a mix of perfume and shampoo.

   She leaned over and took the remote, turning off the TV.  The room was
suddenly very dark, not dark enough to obscure vision, just enough to put
things into shadow.  She leaned back and laid out on the couch, putting her
head on the arm, and her legs in my lap.

   "So what DOES do it for you Marty?" she smiled and took a long pull of
her own wine.  "Gwen does, of course" I answered quickly, ignoring the robe
riding up her leg and her cleavage being exposed again.  This time she
didn't do anything to cover herself.  "Aww come on Marty, thash no fun. 
I'm not Mom tonight, I'm Jennie...What does it for you honey, tell
Jennie..." she teased, slurring her words.  "Okay, you wanna play?  You
tell me first then!" I said challengingly.  She grinned, squirming around
slightly to get more comfortable.  I couldn't ignore how her feet just
'happened' to rub back and forth across my lap several times.  "Okay..No
games, straight stuff, right?" she asked.  I nodded.

   "Well, I like a nice thick peepee" she started, causing me almost laugh
wine out of my nose.  "Oh come on!  Call it a dick, or a cock, or a penis.
Peepee?  That's for 5 year olds!" "No Martin, I can't.  I just can't say
it."

   "Come onnnnn" I egged her on, realizing that I was pretty drunk.  "Say
it!  You like a nice thick dick!" She flushed and grinned, throwing caution
to the wind.  "Fine, I like a nice thick dick!  Lots of ropy veins and a
big spongy head." She squirmed around again, taking a long pull on her
wine. "I like it fast the first time, then let em squash it between my big
soft tits (hee hee) to get hard and then nice and long and slow.  God Jeb
is so damn small and comes in a split second too." She sounded mighty
disappointed in Jeb her husband.

   Her grin came back as she challenged, "K, now you, and REAL stuff, not
the lame 'placate mom in law' bullshit."

   I finished my glass and put it on the table.  My inhibitions were gone
and I just wanted to go beat off in peace so I figured I would shock her.

   "Fine Jennie.  You really wanna know what does it for me?" She nodded,
giggling like a 12 yr old.  "It's a real woman who is confident in herself,
who isn't fake and is round where she should be.  In other words, you
Jennie."

   "Oh Stop Marty, I thought you wanted to play." she pouted, poking me
with her foot.  She gasped when she realized that she was hitting hard
cock.

   "Sorry" I said, getting up and heading to the bathroom.  "Stop right
there" she said.  I turned around and she hadn't moved except to put the
glass down on the table next to her.  She beckoned me with a finger, "Come
here".

   I walked over and stood over her, my arms crossed.  "Do you really think
that about me, Martin?" Her eyes weren't concerned, or upset.  It was
something else.  Something else that told me to just nod and say nothing.

   She kicked the bottom of her robe open, just showing her legs.  I could
see the bottom of her teddy just barely covering her sex.  "You like
looking at this" she said, her voice lower and sexier.  I nodded again, my
cock pushing my sweatpants out in front of me.  She just stared at it as
she pulled her robe open completely.  Her breasts were barely held in by
her brown silky neglige, her tummy round, but not flabby.

   "You like looking at this" she asked again.  Just looking at her tits
made my mouth water.  My hand began to move towards the tent in my pants,
dying for release.  I caught myself before I touched it, but she noticed.

   "I'll show you mine if you show me your..your...your cock" she hesitated
and then daringly said the word.

   Our hands reached in unison, she exposing her creamy large breasts an
inch at a time as I fished the large, angry, purple head out of my pants.
We both exhaled breathy sighs as we came fully into view.

   My mother in law was lying mostly naked on my couch, her gorgeous
breasts exposed; I was standing over her with my sweats down and my cock
out.  I saw her reach down between her legs, so I shoved my pants all the
way down and started stroking my meat.

   "Oh god" she said in a husky low voice, her hand moving in time with my
own strokes, picking up speed.  I stared at her tits moving up and down as
her hand stroked her pussy.

   "Cock, cock, cock" she repeated over and over, revelling in the sound of
it.

   "You like talking dirty don't you Jennie.  You like looking at my big
fat cock, like watching me stroke my penis, don't you?  I love the way your
tits move when you stroke your pussy.  Mmmmm" I moaned as I felt the itch
in my balls start, telling me that for the first time in a long time I was
going to come really hard and not force it.

   I licked my lips and aimed my cock at her tits.

   Her eyes widened as she said, "Shoot it...Shoot it at my Tits!  Yeah
baby" she got more into it as her own orgasm started.  "Yeah Marty, shoot
your cum on my Big Fat Tits...You like em don't you, OH GOD! 
YESSSSSSSSSSSSS" she hissed as her legs clamped shut and I began spraying
hot lines of cum all over her bouncing, fleshy, globes.

   "Oh My God, I keep coming!" she said loudly after a few seconds, her
hand still a blur.  I stood there dumbfounded, my dick beginning to soften,
but the sight of her sending herself into another orgasm was getting me
hard again.  She climaxed again, her hand not slowing.

   "Oh Martin, what's happening to me..." Her free hand was playing with
her nipples, smoothing my cum into her skin.

   "Marty?  You okay down there?" I could hear Gwen faintly upstairs in our
room.  I grabbed my sweats and pulled them up and went out into the hall. I
went up the stairs two at a time to make sure she was okay.  Normally it
took a bomb dropping to wake up Gwen lately, but I realized that as drunk
as we were, we might have been making way too much noise.

   She was groggy, but partially awake.  "What was that noise?" "Sorry
babe, just watching a movie." "Oh.  Go to sleep sweetie, it's late." she
mumbled, half asleep.  "Too awake, think I am going to go for a walk."
"Take Mom, she's a freakin vampire, I doubt she's asleep" and drifted off
to lala land.

   I waited a minute or two, and went back down.  I could see Jennie
looking over the back of the sofa.  I shook my head and smiled.  "She's
cool, she's asleep again."

   She whispered, "Come here" over the top of the couch and laid back down.
I went to the back of the couch and looked at her.  "Martin, you have to
fuck me...Oh god, I am on fire!"

   I smiled.  "Get dressed, we're going for a walk in the woods."

   Her eyes went wide and she was off the couch and up the stairs like a
shot.  "I wanna get loud and I think she does too.  I'll take her to the
sunset house..." I thought to myself.

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