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 Title: Harry Massages his Mother-in-law


Summary: It soon becomes more than just a massage. 


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot





   "Did I tell you that my Mother is coming to stay with us?"

   I shook my head, and then I said, "No."

   "I thought I did."

   She hadn't.  My Mother-in-law coming to visit, was something I would
have definitely remembered.

   "When, and for how long?"

   "Just for ten days," then she looked at me and smiled, before adding,
"She will be here on Sunday."

   I smiled back, because I didn't want an argument, but inwardly I
groaned. In less than a week, 'The Bitch' would be here.  That was my pet
name for her, but I called her Helen to her face.  She didn't like me, and,
to anyone other than my Wife, it was obvious.  The bottom line is that I am
not good enough for her Daughter.  Charlotte's boyfriend before me was a
Doctor, and I am sure Helen would have preferred her to have married him
instead of me.

   "And there is something else."

   I didn't bother asking what that was, instead I just waited patiently
for her to tell me.  Whatever it was, it couldn't be worse than her Mother
coming to stay.

   "She has a problem with her back, and she wants you to treat it."

   I groaned again, but this time it came out.  She chose to ignore it.

   "I told her how good you are, and that if you can't help her, then
nobody can."

   That was high praise, but it was from Charlotte who loves me, so it
didn't count.  Also, I would bet money that her Mother had to be convinced.
I could imagine what Helen might have said.

   "Thank you Charlotte, but wouldn't it be better if I went to a qualified
Physiotherapist?"

   I was qualified.  I had the certificates and diplomas to prove it, but I
would need more than that to convince my Mother-in-law that I was any good.

   "So will you do that for her?"

   "Yes, and I'll do my best."

   And I would, but only because she wanted me to.

   Eventually, the dreaded day came.  She arrived at four o'clock in the
afternoon.  Charlotte got a big hug from her, but I just got a limp
handshake, and a dismissive look.  While Mother and Daughter went into the
living room, I unpacked the car.  Three large suitcases, and some hand
luggage.  Was she really only staying for such a short while?  Tonight,
when we were in bed, was Charlotte going to tell me something?

   "You know that I said Mother was staying for ten days.  What I meant to
say was ten months."

   I shuddered at the thought of that.

   When I joined them in the living room, they were deep in conversation. I
slumped down on the sofa.  The next thing I knew was that I was being
shaken.  I had dozed off.

   "Mother is ready now."

   "What?"

   Charlotte was standing over me, with a look that said, 'Do not argue
with me'.

   "For you to sort her back out."

   I was planning to do that tomorrow, but apparently, while I was asleep,
it had been decided that it should be done now.

   Ten minutes later, I was in the spare bedroom with my Mother-in-law.

   "You need to take all your clothes off, except for your underwear, and
then lie face down on the bed.  Then cover your bottom half with the
towel."

   That got a slight shake of the head from her, and a patronising smile.

   "That is not necessary.  I will be keeping all of my clothes on."

   As calmly as I could, I said, "It is necessary.  I need to massage you
with oil.  I can do it with your clothes on, without the oil, but it's a
lot less effective."

   There was an awkward silence, while I waited for her to decide.  When
she did, I was surprised.

   "OK."

   I had expected her to stand her ground, for her to assume that she knew
best, but instead she had decided to take my professional advice.  I left
her alone to undress.  When I returned she was ready.

   It was her lower back that was giving her pain, so I concentrated on
that area.  When I found the spot that was tender, she cried out.

   "Sorry.  I'll be gentler now that I know where it hurts."

   "I hope so."

   I could hear the annoyance in her voice.  I was tempted to press hard
again, but that would just be mean, and it would also confirm her opinion
of me that I wasn't any good at this.

   For the next fifteen minutes I worked my magic.

   "How does that feel now?"

   "It's sore, but I think it has helped."

   "Good.  By tomorrow you should start to feel better."

   "Have we finished?"

   I had planned to do as little as possible, but because she genuinely
seemed pleased with what I had done, I was now willing to carry on.

   "I can do some more if you want.  Just a general massage near the
problem area, to strengthen the surrounding muscles."

   "That would be nice."

   Ten minutes later, I had done all that I wanted to do, except for her
buttocks.  It was time to stop.  Then I thought about it.  If she was just
a normal client, and not my Mother-in-law, then I would ask her if she
wanted her bottom doing.  There was no reason why she shouldn't be offered
the same treatment.

   "Would you like me to massage your buttocks?"

   "Is that necessary?"

   "It should help with your back problem, but it's up to you."

   "OK.  You seem to know what you are doing, so I will take your word for
it."

   However, in order to do her bottom, the towel had to come off, and her
knickers lowered.  So she needed to be warned.

   "I am going to take the towel off."

   Nothing from her, so I removed it.  Now that it was off, I took the
opportunity of having a good look at her bottom.  It was a Goldilocks one,
not too big and not too small.  It was covered by a surprisingly small pair
of knickers.  Marks out of ten?  It had to be a nine.

   "I just need to pull your knickers down a bit.  Are you OK with that?"

   "Is that..."

   Then she started again, "Yes, but don't take them off."

   She was going to ask if it was necessary, then she realised that of
course it was.

   Her knickers were now halfway down, and I was pummelling her bottom.  As
I worked deep into the muscles, I thought of what she had said about not
taking them off.  Then, to my utter amazement, I started to get hard.  Yes,
I didn't like her, and I knew that she didn't like me, but having my hands
on her nice bottom, was getting me excited.

   I was now not just pressing down, I was doing circular motions.  To put
it crudely, I was grinding her cunt into the bed, and she was responding.
At first with the occasional low moan, then louder ones as I pushed harder.
I then briefly stopped, so that I could pull her knickers lower.  They were
now so low that if she opened her legs, I would have access to her cunt.

   When I continued massaging her, she climaxed.

   It was sudden, and it took me by surprise.  Her body tensed, and then
she gasped, before saying, what sounded like, "Oh fuck." But I must have
been mistaken, my Mother-in-law never ever uses bad language.  While she
was recovering, I gently pulled her knickers up.

   "Finished.  I hope you enjoyed the massage."

   I then left her alone to dress.  It was twenty minutes before she was
back with us in the living room.

   Charlotte asked her, "Did Harry do a good job?"

   "It was OK."

   I was disappointed.  The massage had been better than OK, and I had
given her a climax as an added bonus.  What did I have to do to her so that
she would sing my praises?

   It was almost eleven before we went to bed.  I had work tomorrow, but
Charlotte was off so that she could spend some time with her Mother. 
Because she wasn't going to be working, she had taken the opportunity to
have a few drinks.

   "Was it strange massaging my Mother," then she giggled.

   "No, she was just like any other client."

   "But when you massage me, we always end up fucking."

   I gave her a stern look, and then I said, "I have lots of clients.  You
are the only one I fuck."

   "But she is your Mother-in-law.  I read in a magazine that it's every
man's fantasy to have sex with his Mother-in-law."

   I shook my head, "You are drunk.  Go to sleep."

   She then turned over on her side.  I thought I was going to have trouble
with her, but very soon she was snoring.  I then tried to sleep as well.

   Half an hour later, I was still awake, and I was thinking about Helen.
She had Charlotte when she was only nineteen, so even though her Daughter
is now twenty one, she is only forty, and she is still attractive enough to
turn heads.  Charlotte gets her good looks, and shapely body from her.  It
has been known for people meeting them together for the first time, to
assume that they are Sisters rather than Mother and Daughter.  So it was
natural for me to get excited while I was massaging her, but what had made
her react in that way, to let me give her a climax?

   The next day, when I got home from work, I got the answer.

   "Mother was telling me that she has split up with Ben."

   I liked him.  I hadn't seen much of him, but every time I had, I found
him good company.

   "Three months ago."

   "So is she with anybody else?"

   "No, she has been on her own since then."

   So it was simply the fact that she wasn't getting any sex.  If she had
still been with Ben, then it wouldn't have happened, and she might not even
have let me massage her bottom.  Then I almost laughed out loud, and it was
just as well I hadn't, because Charlotte would have wondered what was going
on.  I had realised that she must have been desperate, because she had let
her Son-in-law, who she didn't like, give her an orgasm.  But did she now
hate me more, or less, because of what had happened?  Only time would tell.

   That night we were in bed by nine thirty, and this time Charlotte wasn't
drunk, but she was randy.  As soon as we were under the covers her hand was
on my cock.

   "I love your big cock."

   I did as well.  I was proud of my nine inches.  It felt good having it
dangling between my legs.  Nobody ever poked fun at me while I was in the
locker room, instead I got admiring looks.  I was twenty eight, a few years
older than Charlotte.  Those extra years had given me time to gain
experience, and to realise that it wasn't enough to just have a big cock,
you had to know how to use it.

   We were now kissing, and her hand was gently stroking my cock.  I waited
as long as I could before reaching for her tits.  Sometimes we did it fast
and furious, but today it was going to be slow and sensuous.

   "Pinch them."

   When I did, she gasped.

   "Harder."

   I then gave her what she wanted, and she purred.  Every time I did this
to her I felt uncomfortable.  This was almost abuse, but she loved it.

   "Stretch them.  Don't stop until I tell you to."

   I slowly pulled on them, only stopping when she said so.

   "Hold them for a few seconds, then do it again."

   After doing it several times I stopped, so that I could suck on a
nipple. I sucked long and hard, and she moaned as I did it.  After
switching nipples, and doing the same to it, I was ready for something
else.

   "Would you like me to finger your little cunt?"

   That got a, "No," from her, but it was quickly followed by a laugh, so I
knew it was really a yes.

   I was now running a finger up and down her slit, and she was stroking my
cock quicker.  I then pushed two fingers into her.  She was hot and wet. 
More than ready to accept my cock, but she was going to have to wait.  I
was going to finger her for five minutes, perhaps ten, and then I would
work on her clit.  Shortly after she would want to be fucked, and that is
what she would get.

   It all went to plan, sort of.  The five minutes of fingering was three
at the most, and my fingers were only on her clit for a matter of seconds
before she wanted me to fuck her.

   I was now pushing into her.  She grunted when I was fully in.

   "Fuck me hard."

   It had now gone from slow and sensuous, to fast and furious.  I didn't
mind, I was as eager as she was to come.  I was now giving her long deep
strokes, lifting her legs high as I did so.  It was hard work, an effort,
but my reward would be a nice orgasm.

   "I'm nearly there.  Fuck me Brad."

   That almost put me off my stroke, but I don't know why.  She often
fantasied about being fucked by other men.  Did I mind?  Not really.  She
might be thinking about other men, but it was me that was deep inside her.
Sometimes I thought of other women.  Then, for the first time, I wondered
what it would be like to fuck my Mother-in-law, The Bitch.  I now wasn't
fucking Charlotte, I was fucking Helen.

   Shortly after, I climaxed, and luckily for me, Charlotte did as well,
otherwise I would have been in trouble.

   "What got into you?  That last minute was almost too much for me.  You
haven't fucked me as hard as that for a long time," then she laughed,
before adding, "But I am not complaining."

   I shrugged my shoulders, trying to play it down.

   "It's just your sexy body.  I can't get enough of it."

   That made her laugh again, but I wondered if she would have, if I had
told her it was really because I was thinking about fucking her Mother!

   The next day I had to work late.  When I got home, I could tell straight
away that Charlotte was annoyed.  I didn't ask why, because I knew she was
going to tell me.

   "You should have phoned me."

   "Sorry, I was busy.  But that's no excuse."

   "You're right, it isn't."

   "Is there any food?"

   She looked surprised.

   "You haven't eaten yet?"

   "No, I was too busy."

   "Sit down, I'll make you an omelette."

   It was ready in less than five minutes, and I was now enjoying it, and
the steaming mug of coffee she had also made me.

   I then got a nice smile from her, before she said, "I should have been
more understanding.  It's just that I promised Mother that you would work
on her back again.  It's better than it was, but she is still in some
pain."

   "I can do it tomorrow."

   Then I thought about what had happened last time, and I could feel my
pulse racing.

   "Or I could even do it now."

   "She's in her room, and she might even be asleep.  But I'll go and
check."

   Charlotte was back in the kitchen just as I was taking my last mouthful
of food, and she was smiling.

   "Mother says yes, but she needs ten minutes to get ready."

   I just nodded.  That suited me, I now had time to finish my drink.

   "And she wants to do it in her room."

   Charlotte then went to bed, and shortly after I went to my
Mother-in-law's room.  I knocked, and she told me to enter.  When I saw
her, I realised my mistake.  She was lying face down on the bed, with her
nightie still on.  She didn't have a towel to cover herself, and I had
forgotten to bring one.

   "Sorry, I'll get you a towel."

   As I turned to leave, she said, "Don't bother.  It will only get in the
way."

   That was a surprise, and then, when I turned back to face her, I got an
even bigger one.  She was taking off her nightie.  I quickly looked away.

   "I am ready now."

   She was back on the bed, face down as before, but this time her nightie
was off.  She was naked, except for a skimpy pair of knickers, that were
struggling to contain her ample bottom.  My mouth was now dry, and I was
being consumed by an overwhelming desire to have her, and to have her now.
However, a few minutes after I had started working on her back, I was a lot
calmer.  Did it matter that she didn't have a bra on?  Not really.  She was
flat on the bed, so her tits weren't exposed.  In fact, it made sense for
her not to be wearing one.  I was now able to massage the whole of her back
without the straps getting in the way.  Perhaps that was why she had
decided not to wear one?

   Ten minutes later, it was time to do her bottom.  As before, I started
by pulling her knickers down.  Just enough to do the top part.  My plan was
to get her excited, and then to pull them down even further.  If I held my
nerve, then I would risk exploring her with a finger, and hopefully she
would respond by opening up for me.

   It was all going well, and I was smiling, until I tried to pull her
knickers completely down.

   "NO."

   I stopped, and then I quickly moved my hands again, but this time to
pull her knickers up, rather than down.

   I muttered, "Sorry," hoping it was enough to stop her shouting at me, or
even worse, from telling Charlotte.

   "I want to turn over.  If you don't mind, I would like you to spend some
time on my stomach muscles."

   I nodded, happy that she wasn't annoyed with me.  Then I realised I was
being stupid, it was no good just nodding when she couldn't see me.

   "Ok, but let me get a towel first."

   "There is no need to do that."

   It was said in her School Teacher voice.  She used it with me when she
wanted something, and she didn't want me to say no.  I always did what she
asked, even though I hated doing it for her, but this time it was
different. She wanted to lie on her back, with her tits exposed.  I was
more than happy to agree to that!

   As she turned over, I watched her intently.  I was waiting to get my
first sight of her naked tits.  When I saw them I had to stifle a gasp. 
They were very much like Charlotte's, except more pear shaped, and her
nipples were bigger.  A lot bigger.

   She was now in position, but I was rooted to the spot, too nervous to
start.  I had to look away so that I could compose myself.  A few seconds
later, when I looked at her again, I was ready.

   While I massaged her stomach, I tried not to stare at her breasts, but I
did keep glancing at them.  Yes she was topless, and with other women I
would take it as an invitation for me to touch them, but I wasn't sure if
that was what my Mother-in-law wanted.  I called her The Bitch for a
reason. Despite what had happened last time, she might be setting a trap
for me.  I could imagine her screaming when my hands were on them, and then
Charlotte rushing into the room to see what was going on.

   "Don't you think you should do the rest of my front?"

   I hesitated, not sure if I should say yes, or tell her that it would be
better if we stopped now.  She then closed her eyes, and that helped me to
decide.

   I spent the next five minutes with my hands as close to her breasts as
possible, but without actually touching them.  My hands were all around
them, but never on them.  She was now letting me know that she wanted more
than just a massage.  When I went near to them, she would sometimes sigh.
It was low, almost inaudible, but I heard it.  However, I was still wary. I
would need more than that before I risked fondling them.  Then suddenly she
covered her breasts with her hands.  So it had been a trap, but then her
hands started moving.

   I stared at her as she started playing with her nipples.  That was too
much for me.  I now didn't care about the consequences, I just had to touch
them.  When I did, she removed her hands.

   I was now working her nipples, pinching and pulling on them, and she was
moaning.  When I lowered my head, and started sucking on one, she gave a
loud groan.  As I sucked harder, she made more noise.  This was good, but I
needed more, I just hoped that she did as well.

   My hand got to her knickers before she grabbed it, stopping me going any
further.  When she released it, I put it back on her tits.  So there was a
limit to what I could do to her, but what was she prepared to do to me? 
While I continued sucking on her, I unzipped myself.  I then held her hand,
guiding it towards my cock.  When her hand touched it, her eyelids
flickered, and I thought she was going to open her eyes, but they stayed
closed.  However, what she did do was grasp my cock, then slowly move her
hand up and down the shaft.  When she realised how big it was, she smiled.

   I let her stroke my cock for a couple of minutes, then I moved my hand
down again.  This time when I reached her knickers, she didn't stop me. 
When I pushed on her thigh, she responded by opening her legs wider, to
give me better access.

   I was now rubbing on her knickers, trying to find her clit.  I also
wanted to finger her, but to do that they would have to come off.  When I
tried to pull them down, she quickly clamped her legs together, but she
didn't take her hand off my cock.  That was a good sign.  She wanted to
continue, but with her knickers on.  She then started to stroke my cock
faster, and I waited for her to open her legs again.

   They were now open, and even wider than before.  This time I didn't try
to take her knickers off, instead I just concentrated on doing the best I
could with them still on.

   Her grip on my cock was just right, and she had settled on a nice
rhythm. I was being taken to what surely would be a good climax, by an
expert.  I just hoped I could do the same to her.

   Five minutes later we were still going, but I had now stopped sucking on
her tits.  Her cunt was getting my full attention.  I had now found her
sweet spot.  As I rubbed it harder, and faster, she responded by moaning
more often, and louder.  Both of us were not going to last much longer.  I
moved slightly, so that when I climaxed I would spurt over her tits.  Then
I thought of all the times she had been nasty to me, so I moved over even
more.

   She got there first, and when she did, her hand left my cock.  I took
over.  As her body went rigid, I moved my hand at lightning speed.  That
did the trick.  As her orgasm was fading, I gave a loud grunt, and then I
shot my load.  It was a bullseye, I had hit the target.  It was all over
her face, and some was even in her hair.  I didn't wait for her to open her
eyes, I just left the room.

   After going to the bathroom to clean myself up, I went to bed. 
Charlotte was already sound asleep, and shortly after I was as well.

   The next day I woke up with a big smile on my face, but it disappeared
when I thought about what I had done to my Mother-in-law.  At the time,
coming all over her face, had seemed like a victory.  I had got one over on
her, but now I realised how stupid I had been.  She had let me play with
her tits, and even let me have her cunt, even though it had been covered by
her knickers.  And I had rewarded her by spurting over her face, with some
going in her hair.  When I went downstairs for breakfast, it was with some
trepidation.

   "Mother was telling me what a great job you did last night on her back."

   I was surprised by that, but when I looked over at Helen she was nodding
in agreement.

   "And she really likes that cream you gave her."

   I didn't say anything, I just smiled as best I could.  How was this
going to end?

   Then, looking at Charlotte, her Mother said, "Apparently it's Harry's
own recipe."

   Charlotte asked, "Is that true?"

   "Yes, it's a subtle mixture of massage oils."

   I then got a smile from my Mother-in-law.  I think she was impressed
with my quick thinking.

   "I rubbed it into my face, see how good my skin looks."

   As Charlotte closely inspected her Mother's face, I waited for her
inevitable question.

   Turning to look at me, she said, "Can I have some on my face?"

   I shrugged my shoulder.

   "Sorry, your Mother finished it all."

   I was busy at work.  It was clients back to back for most of the day,
but at three in the afternoon I was free for half an hour.  I would have
liked to relax, but instead I had to try and make 'My Special Cream'. 
After twenty minutes I had something, but I doubted if it was special. 
When I got home, Charlotte tried it, but she shook her head, before handing
it back to me.

   "It doesn't work for me.  My skin must be different to Mother's"

   That evening, I was the first to go to bed.  Charlotte and her Mother
were watching a film, and it wasn't of any interest to me.  I had intended
to read for a while, but I only managed a few pages before I was sleepy.

   When I opened my eyes, I was still tired.  Then I realised I was being
shaken.

   "What's the matter, is there a fire?"

   Charlotte said, "Yes, in my pussy," then she giggled.

   I groaned, I could smell the alcohol on her breath.  She was drunk.  Was
her Mother in the same state as her?  Probably.  I really wanted to get
back to sleep, but I knew that would only be possible after she had been
fucked.

   "Mother was telling me how good looking you are."

   "That's the drink talking, now let me get to sleep."

   I turned over, then I ignored her, but I knew it wasn't going to work.
She then reached round me, her hand searching for my cock.  I sighed, and
then I moved so that she could hold it.  The sooner it was over and done
with, the sooner I could get back to sleep.

   "If she wasn't your Mother-in-law, would you like to fuck her?"

   "Of course not."

   I was now thinking about bending Helen over and doing that, and my cock
was responding.

   "I've told her you have a big cock," then she giggled before saying,
"That it's nine inches."

   "What did she say to that?"

   "That I was lucky.  She says she has never had more than six inches
before.  Nine inches might be too big for her pussy, but she would like to
try."

   I would like to try as well.  Before, I had wanted to sleep, but now I
wanted to fuck.  I really wanted the Mother, but that wasn't possible, so
the Daughter would have to do.

   I didn't spend long on her tits, before going for her cunt.  Five
minutes of licking her clit, and sucking her labia into my mouth, was
enough to get both of us very excited.  I then bent her over, pushing her
stomach flat onto the bed.  When I entered her it was with one long thrust,
giving her the full length of my cock.  It took her breath away.

   Shortly after, she climaxed, but I kept going.  She now wasn't my Wife,
she was my Mother-in-law.

   "You have to stop."

   I did, but only after another thirty seconds of brutal fucking.  I
waited until I had flooded her cunt, before letting go of her hips, so that
she could slump onto the bed.

   In less than a minute she was asleep, snoring loudly.  How much of what
had just happened, would she remember tomorrow?  It might not be any of it,
but I would certainly remember the conversation, especially her telling me
that her Mother would like to try a big cock.

   For the next few days, my expectations were high, but I kept being
disappointed.  Nothing happened.  It wasn't for the lack of trying.  I took
every opportunity of asking Helen how her back was, and then asking if she
wanted some more treatment.  Each time I got the same response.

   "It's a lot better," and, "Thank you, but no."

   It wasn't that she was annoyed with me.  In fact, we were now getting on
like a house on fire.  We were even having interesting conversations
together.  What had happened between us had changed our relationship for
the better, but why did she not want to do it again?  I certainly did.  It
was as if what she had got from me was enough to satisfy her, and she was
now content.  By the weekend I had given up trying.

   On Sunday, I was left on my own for most of the day.  Charlotte and her
Mother went shopping.

   Before leaving, Helen had declared, "We are going to shop until we
drop."

   That made Charlotte laugh, but I just shook my head.  A full day of
shopping was my worst nightmare.

   They didn't get back until just after seven.

   "I hope you have eaten, because I am not cooking."

   I looked at Charlotte, and I could see that she meant it.  However, it
wasn't a problem, because, knowing that they would be back late, I had
eaten an hour ago.

   "My feet are killing me."

   Then Helen sighed, before saying, "My feet are OK, but my back isn't."

   I was tempted to ask if she wanted me to massage it, but I didn't
bother. It would be no, and I would be disappointed again.

   "Harry will sort your back out."

   I just stood there, waiting for her to say, "Thank you, but no."

   "That would be nice.  Harry are you OK with that?"

   I was too surprised to speak, but I did manage to nod.

   It was twenty minutes before we started.  We were back in the spare
bedroom, and she was dressed as she had been the last time we were in
there. Bra and knickers on, and a towel covering her bottom half.

   I took my time, making sure I did a good job.  After fifteen minutes I
had finished with the problem area.  I wanted to continue massaging the
rest of her, but she might want to stop.

   "That should help your back, but do you want me to continue?  I could do
your legs."

   "It does feel a lot better," then she said, "Have you got a key for the
door?"

   "The front door."

   That made her laugh.

   "No, the bedroom door."

   "Yes, it's over there on the table."

   I pointed to it.

   "Then the answer is yes.  I do want to continue, after you have locked
the door."

   My hand was shaking, so it took three attempts to get the key in.

   "I hope you don't take as long getting you cock inside me."

   When I turned to face her, she was removing her knickers.  Her bra was
already off.  I didn't waste any time going to her.

   She was now completely naked, and it looked as if everything was on
offer, so where should I start?  She made the decision, by bending her head
and then kissing me.  It was a soft tender kiss, and I let it linger before
kissing her back.  I then pulled away from her.

   "I thought you weren't interested.  I kept trying, but you always said
no."

   "Wrong time of the month."

   It was my turn to laugh.

   We were now kissing again, but this time I was also playing with her
tits.  I was enjoying the feel of her mouth on mine, but I had to stop so
that I could suck on her ripe nipples.

   "Suck them hard, and then pull on them."

   I had to smile, she was just like her Daughter.

   "That's nice, but don't you want to finger me?"

   I nodded as I continued sucking.

   "I need your fingers inside me, to loosen me up.  To get me ready for
that massive cock of yours.  I want all of your nine inches in me."

   When I pushed two fingers deep into her, she gasped.  She was tight,
very tight.  A small cunt and a big cock could be a winning combination,
but sometimes the difference was just too much.  Was this going to end in
disappointment?

   I had now managed to add another finger, and it was getting easier to
fuck her with them.  It was time to give her my cock.

   I let her unzip me, and to pull it out.  She was now looking at it, and
shaking her head.  However, she was smiling, so she was at least going to
try.

   "How do you want it?"

   It's always best to let the lady choose.  I watched her as she thought
about it, trying to decide what the best position was for the first time
with a big cock.

   "Missionary," then she giggled.

   I took my time pushing into her.

   "Stop, that's too much."

   "Just another inch left."

   After breathing heavily, she said, "OK, put it in."

   It was really three inches, but it was better to tell her it was only
one.  When she had taken all of my cock, I stopped.  When she was ready she
would let me know.  I didn't have to wait long.

   "I'm OK now."

   I was gentle at first, but soon she was getting long deep strokes.

   "Fuck this is good.  I love your big cock."

   My Mother-in-law was indeed a bitch, but not a nasty one now.  I was
seeing her in a new light.  She was a passionate woman who liked to be
fucked, and I was the lucky man who was doing it to her.

   After ten minutes we were still going strong, but there were signs that
she was close.  And she was, because she suddenly climaxed.  She had taken
me by surprise, and there was no way I could catch up.  When she stopped
writhing about, I stopped fucking her.  When I pulled out of her I was
still hard.

   "You haven't come."

   She sounded concerned.

   Without me having to say anything, she started stroking my cock.  I
closed my eyes, only opening them after I had reached it.  When I saw her
face I laughed.  She had positioned my cock so that I had spurted over her
face again, and she was now rubbing it in.

   When I woke the next day, I groaned.  It was Monday, the start of the
working week.  However, that wasn't the problem.  It was because Helen
would be going home soon.  She was leaving Wednesday morning, so only two
days left.

   I spent a lot of time while I was working, thinking about her.  It now
seemed strange that I had named her The Bitch.  I would have to think up
another name for her, but what would it be?  Twenty minutes later I gave
up, then I laughed.  For some reason I thought about asking Charlotte. 
That would make an interesting conversation.

   "I need your help with something."

   "OK, what is it?"

   "My pet name for your Mother is 'The Bitch', but now that I have fucked
her, I think I need to change it.  Have you got any ideas?"

   "Did she like it?"

   "Yes."

   "In that case you should call her 'Your Bitch'."

   "Thanks Charlotte."

   "You're welcome."

   That would be funny, but it was never going to happen, because of course
I was never going to ask her.  However, I now had a new name for Helen.

   I was home just after six, but there was nobody in.  When I read the
note on the kitchen table I understood why.

   'We are shopping again, but this time there is food in the fridge for
you.  It just needs heating up.  Love Charlotte xxx'.

   After eating, I went to the living room to watch some television.  It
was nearly three hours before they were back.  Charlotte made herself a
drink, and then she joined me, but her Mother went straight to bed.

   "Where did you go?"

   I had asked an innocent question, but when she giggled, I knew something
had happened.

   "Go on tell me."

   "We went to lots of places, and then we went to a Sex Shop."

   She now had my undivided attention.

   "What did you buy?"

   "Just some underwear.  I'll wear it for you later on."

   I liked the sound of that.

   "But Mother bought a dildo.  In fact she bought two.  A large one and a
small one."

   "Why two?"

   She then gave me that look of hers, the one that said, 'Why are you
being so stupid'.

   She then explained it to me, slowly, as if I was a child.

   "She has two openings, one at the front and one at the back."

   I stopped her there.

   "OK, I understand."

   I was now imaging Helen lying on a bed, with the large dildo up her
cunt, and at the same time, the small one in her bottom.  But what could
she fill her mouth with?  That was easy, my cock.

   The next day we woke up late.  Charlotte hadn't set the alarm, but of
course I got the blame.  Breakfast was just toast, and I had to eat it in
the car while driving.  Despite having to rush, I was in a good mood.  I
was finishing work early so that I could spend time with my Mother-in-law.
I was sure that she would tell us that her back was troubling her, and then
Charlotte would insist that I massage it.  We could then be alone together
for the final time.  I couldn't wait.  Every time I thought about it, I got
hard.

   That was the plan, until my boss called me into her office.

   "Kev has called in sick.  He's got that bug that is going around."

   Inwardly I groaned, I knew where this was going.

   "So you need to cover for him in the afternoon."

   I said yes, and with a smile on my face.  I didn't want to do it, but I
didn't have a choice, so there was no point in being difficult.  It wasn't
ideal, but I could still be back in a decent time.  However, later on, when
I looked at Kev's client list I realised that I had been stitched up.  His
last one was at seven, and it wasn't at the clinic, it was at their place.
Taking into account the travelling, I wouldn't get home until nine at the
earliest.

   When I rang Charlotte, to tell her that I would be back late, she blamed
me.

   "It's not my fault that Kev is sick."

   "You could have said no."

   "It's my job.  Kev covered for me the last time I was off."

   "I wanted us all to have a nice meal together, and you have spoiled it."

   Charlotte then ended the call before I could say anything else.

   It was nine fifteen when I eventually got home.  I was tired, and not in
the mood for another fight.  Helen was in the kitchen, but there was no
sign of Charlotte.

   "Is she in bed?"

   "Yes, she has a migraine, so she went to bed early to sleep it off."

   I should have been sympathetic, but I was just glad that she wasn't
still up.

   "Sorry about getting back late."

   "It's not your fault," then she gave me a big smile, before saying, "And
it's not too late."

   It took me several seconds to understand what she meant.

   I was now going upstairs, and she was following me.  As soon as we were
in the spare room I locked the door.  It was unlikely that Charlotte would
wake up, but it was best to be on the safe side.

   I was now kissing her, and both my hands were on her tits.  She was
kissing me back, and doing her best to get my cock out.  I had to stop to
help her.  As soon as my trousers and underwear were off, her mouth was on
me.  She managed at least six inches before she started gagging.  Then, as
I squeezed her tits, she slowly bobbed her head.  It was good, and I was
tempted to just close my eyes and let her finish me off, but then I thought
about her tight cunt.

   I let her continue for a few minutes, then I pushed on her head.  She
seemed reluctant to stop, but when I pushed again she did.

   "I was enjoying that."

   "Me too, but there is a better place for my cock."

   That made her giggle.

   "Let's get your top off.  I need to feast on your big tits."

   She quickly took her blouse and bra off, and then her knickers.

   I was now enjoying her nipples, sucking on one, and rolling the other
between a finger and thumb.  While I was doing that, she was slowly
stroking my cock.

   "What about my pussy?"

   She must have read my mind, because that was what I had just been
thinking about.  As soon as my hand was between her legs, she was opening
them for me.  When I pushed two fingers in, she gave a low moan.

   "Fuck me with them."

   I was now exploring her cunt with my fingers, and sucking hard on her
nipple.  She was warming up nicely, and the reward for all of my effort,
was her hand stroking my cock.  When she started masturbating me quicker, I
knew she was moving towards her climax.  That's what I wanted, but only
after I had spent more time enjoying her body.

   "I want to lick your cunt."

   "Good, because it needs to be licked."

   My head was now between her wide open legs, and I was doing my best to
touch every part of her glorious cunt with my tongue.  After five minutes I
think I succeeded, so I then concentrated on her clit.

   "That's wonderful, don't stop."

   I had no intention of stopping, but I would eventually have to, so that
I could put my big cock deep into her little cunt.  But for now, all I was
interested in was servicing her clit with my tongue.

   It wasn't long before she started breathing heavily, and making all
sorts of loud noises.  It was time to stop, before it was too late.  When I
raised my head she tried to push it back down again, but she wasn't strong
enough.

   "Please, I need you to make me come."

   "I will, but with my cock.  Get onto all fours so that I can fuck you."

   She was now as eager as I was, quickly getting into position.  As I
entered her, I pushed on her back to get her top even lower.  Her stomach
was now flat on the bed, and her bottom was high.  When my cock was fully
in, she purred.

   "I love your big cock."

   I had to smile, because that's what Charlotte keeps telling me.

   I was now fucking her slowly, because I wanted it to last for as long as
possible.  It would be months before I would see her again, so this needed
to be something that we would both remember.  Then a sudden thought hit me.
This might be the last time that we would do this.  She was single now, but
that could quickly change, and if she met somebody then she wouldn't need
me for sex.  That might happen, but there was no point in dwelling on it
now.  I needed to concentrate.  This time I was determined that when we
both climaxed, it would be together.

   My cock was now moving faster, and I was using the full length of it. 
We were in a nice rhythm, one that was taking us towards a climax, but not
too quickly.  My hands were on her hips, but I moved them to her bottom,
then I spread her cheeks, so that I could go deeper into her.

   "That's goods.  Fuck me like that again."

   I did, and I kept on doing it.  I liked holding her bottom.  It was
firm, but it also had a nice wobble to it, and I couldn't take my eyes off
her starfish.  It was winking at me every time I pushed into her.  When I
teased it with a finger, she moaned.  Would she let me stick a finger in?
Then I remembered what she had bought from the Sex Shop.

   She gasped when it went in.

   "I like that, I like that a lot."

   I gave her another one, and it took her breath away.

   "I hope you don't do that to my Daughter," then she giggled.

   I sighed, but I don't think she heard me.  If only Charlotte would let
me.  I had given up trying.

   We were now in the final phase, fucking hard, trying to climax as soon
as possible.  My fingers were still in her bottom, but not moving.  My cock
was though, and at lightning speed.  We were only seconds away from
reaching it.

   Seconds became a minute, then she climaxed.  I managed another stroke
before I felt her cunt squeeze my cock, taking me over the edge.  Her's was
epic, and I marvelled at how long it lasted.  Mine was good, one of my
best, but I think she had the better one.

   Before we left the room, we hugged each other.  I didn't know what to
say, and I think she was the same, so we stayed silent.

   After a quick shower, I went to bed.  Charlotte was sound asleep. 
Shortly after, I was as well.

   I woke refreshed.  When I thought about my Mother-in-law, I smiled, but
then I frowned.  She was leaving after breakfast.

   We ate together.

   "Have you had a nice time?"

   Charlotte had her back to us, so Helen looked at me and smiled before
answering her.

   "Yes I have."

   Ten minutes later, the car was packed and she was ready to go. 
Charlotte was doing her best not to cry, and I had an arm around her waist
to comfort her.

   When I got back from work, it felt strange not seeing Helen in the
house. Charlotte was in the kitchen.  I got a big hug from her.

   "Thanks for doing that to my Mother."

   I nearly had a heart attack, then I realised that she meant treating her
bad back.  I just smiled.  Then I noticed that she wasn't returning my
smile.  Instead, there was a worried look on her face.

   "What's the matter?"

   "Nothing really," then she hesitated before saying, "It's just that
Mother want's to come back next month, and I know that you and her don't
really get on."

   I calmly said, "It was better this time," but really I just wanted to
punch the air.

   Charlotte was now smiling.

   "That's good, because she wants to stay longer next time."

   "She can stay as long as she wants."

   That got an even bigger smile from her, but only after she had
scrutinized my face, to make sure that I wasn't joking.

   We had an early night, and I got a reward for being so understanding
about her Mother coming back to stay with us.  She gave me access to her
bottom, and not just with one finger, but two!


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