Copyright © 1998, silentkiller. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit, or on another website without the written permission of the author. my mother in law Joanne (MF inc? con) Written by silentkiller My Mother-In-Law Joanne Since I met her, I have been dying to seduce my mother in law. When Cathy first introduced me to her mom, I was blown away. Where Cathy was tall and slender, her mom (Joanne) was stocky & big-boned. Where Cathy had long light brown hair, Joanne had short dark brown hair. Where Cathy had nice 34Cs, Joanne had very large breasts (found out later they were 38Ds). Both had freckles, button noses, dark brown eyes and small feet. Cathy had cute crooked teeth; Joanne's teeth were straight. Cathy enjoyed sex. I wasn't sure how Joanne felt at first, but I quickly figured it out. Joanne was divorced from Cathy's dad and had been dating other men for years without settling down. She was pretty wild and open around the house when I was there. In the evenings she always seemed a little tipsy; in the mornings, always a little hung over. She favored loose robes, knee-length T-shirts, filmy nightgowns, and baggy jogging suits. I hardly ever saw her dressed in normal clothes except when she was going to or returning from work. While we were dating, Joanne embarrassed me and Cathy many times by catching us making out or even fucking, letting her robe fall a little too far open, or making perverted jokes and burping. Nonetheless, I thought Joanne was pretty cool and very sexy. Cathy was grateful to have a mom like that. Making a long story short, Cathy and I got married and moved into an apartment across town from Joanne, so I saw less of her for a while. About a year after our wedding, Cathy got promoted at her job and I found a new job that doubled my old salary. We bought a house about two minutes' driving and ten minutes' walking from Joanne's house. So we saw a lot of her. Joanne was actually starting to be forward with me now. At first I was terrified, but then I figured that she was just teasing the son-in-law and considered me "safe" since I was off-limits. But the teasing got worse. She was always calling me over to do yard work. One day while taking a break from mowing her lawn, I went inside for a beer. She was in the kitchen wearing her short robe and reading the paper. I asked her to get me a styrofoam can holder and she turned around, reached up and grabbed one off the shelf. Of course, when she reached up the hem of her robe lifted and gave me a big peek at her hairy crotch. I knew she didn't do it on purpose, but I was used to teasing her so I said, "Nice view there!" and laughed when she handed me the can holder. To my surprise, she said "Oh, did you like that?" and lifted her robe again to show me her crotch. She held it there for about five seconds and dropped it again, then folded her arms and smiled at me. I just nodded and said, "Yes, that was nice," then I pretended to be very interested in putting my beer into the can holder. I went back outside and finished the beer, then finished the lawn. As I was putting the mower away I heard her banging on the porch door. I looked up and she waved at me, then flashed me. I caught a glimpse of her big, sagging breasts, round stomach, and crotch. Then she closed her robe and laughed like a schoolgirl while walking away from the door. I was getting kind of flustered. I put the mower in the shed and went inside to get another beer. She wasn't in the kitchen anymore. I didn't hear her anywhere in the house. I grabbed a beer and put it in the styrofoam can holder, took a few big swigs, then went down the hall to take a shower before I headed home. I stripped off my clothes and started the shower, finished my beer in a few gulps, then started to take a piss. Of course at that point she chose to barge in. "Woops! Mind if I interrupt?" she said, hands on her hips, a wicked smile on her face. I tried to cover up and turn away. "Joanne, do you mind? I'm pissing here!" "Sorry, sorry, I'll come back." She turned and left, closing the door behind her. I finished peeing and got in the shower. The more I thought about her, the harder my dick got. I jacked off quickly, rinsed the semen away, washed my body and got out. I had just put my shorts on when she barged in again. "Oh rats, I missed the show. Oh well!" She seemed a little loud and excited, which meant she was a bit tipsy again. I decided to give her a dose of her own medicine. "Oh, you mean this?" I opened my fly and let my limp dick hang out. "Woo, my goodness, that's very nice, Pete!" She stared openly at my dick. "Better put that away, God only knows what will happen!" She left the room again. I laughed and put it away. Inside I was laughing even harder. Ha ha, got you! As I walked home I thought about all that had just happened and I got an erection again. That night when Cathy got home, we had a good bout of sex before falling asleep. A couple of weeks later she had me and Cindy come over to help her with the garden. She told us she'd take us to the country club afterwards for swimming and dinner, so we agreed. The three of us wore our bathing suits in the yard to work. Cathy and I pulled weeds, rocks and roots while Joanne planted across from us. I kept staring over at Joanne's cleavage, clearly visible in the top of her one-piece suit. Cathy never noticed, but Joanne did. She caught me looking a few times and grinned every time. Finally Joanne sat up and said, "Cathy, would you go get us some beer from the fridge?" Cathy, being quite a beer drinker herself, jumped up and went inside to oblige. "Hey Pete!" Joanne whispered. "Look!" I looked up. Joanne had pulled down the neck of her suit to show off her big breasts. She left it down long enough for me to see, then let the neck snap back into shape. She went back to planting seeds, chuckling evilly all the while. "Joanne, you're going to get us in trouble someday," I hissed at her. "Peter, Peter," she said gently. "Don't be silly. There's a big fence around my yard! Nobody can see!" "Except your daughter in the house!" "Here she comes now. Thank you, Cathy! Did you bring the can holders? Oh, go back and get them. Thank you!" She waved as Cathy went back into the house. When I looked up at Joanne again, she was sitting upright. She took off her garden gloves and winked at me, then reached down and pulled aside the crotch of her bathing suit to show me a glimpse of pubic hair. She laughed again and put her gloves back on to continue planting. "Hey Joanne," I whispered. She looked up. I pulled up the leg of my trunks to reveal the red head of my hard cock. She whistled, winked and giggled. I let my shorts go and went back to weeding. A few minutes passed in silence. Then Cathy called from the house: "Mom! Where are the can holders?" "Coming!" Joanne called back. "Be right back, dear," she said to me. I watched her as she walked to the house. What a beautiful ass she had. She looked back at me and winked, then giggled again. I felt like a fool. I also felt horny as hell. Soon the two of them came back into the yard. Cathy handed me a beer (with the can holder!) and sat down next to me. I laid back and put my head in her lap. She peered down over her breasts and smiled at me. I closed my eyes and smiled back. Cathy and her mom chatted for a bit about garden stuff while I quietly fantasized about fucking Joanne's lovely fat ass. That woman was unreal. My fantasy was going pretty well until I noticed the end of the chatting around me. I could feel Cathy making some kind of motion. I cracked my eye open just a bit. Cathy was stifling a giggle with one hand and pointing at my obvious erection with the other. Her mom was wide-eyed and smiling. As if she'd never seen it before. I pretended to stretch and raised my hips up. Both of them burst into giggles and Cathy slapped the tent in my trunks. I sat up in mock surprise and pain and put my hands on my crotch. "Oww! Thanks, honey!" I moaned. "Oh stop it! It was embarrassing!" But Cathy was laughing. "Oh my, Peter! What were you thinking of?" asked Joanne, also laughing. "Oh, I was fantasizing about gardening, of course." That set off a new round of serious giggling. Soon we were all chuckling & swigging our beers. My boner wore off and so did the joke. We got back to work. Around five we knocked off and headed to the club. There were about a hundred screaming kids in and around the pool, so we took three deck chairs far away from the water's edge. We spread out our blankets and lay down. "I've got to get in that pool eventually," I said. "Me too," said my wife and her mother at the same time. "But not now," added Joanne. Joanne and Cathy laid on their chests. Cathy undid her top and carefully laid the straps down next to her. Joanne pushed her straps down to the sides of her arms. They both asked me to put on lotion and I obliged, getting as much of a view of their breasts as I could. Then we relaxed at last. About ten minutes later I realized I was falling asleep in the sun, which was bad. I got up and said I was going to get in the pool. Cathy mumbled something that sounded like "go for it." Joanne pulled up her straps and said she would join me. In the pool, Joanne immediately made a pass at me by grabbing my cock under the water. I pushed her hand away. She just smiled and squeezed my butt instead. "Joanne, you've got to knock it off," I said through clenched teeth. "Or I'll ..." "You'll what? Do the same to me?" She laughed again with her melodic, lovely, slightly insane laugh. "Or something," I said, my snarl turning into an evil grin. What the hell, if she wants to fool around, I'm game. I'll call her bluff. She saw the change in my face and her grin grew wider. "Well, we'll see, won't we?" She moved a little closer and brushed my cock with her hand again. I responded by diving underwater and going between her legs. I rubbed her pussy with my finger for just a second, then swam away and surfaced about eight feet away from her. She saw me and shook her finger as if to chastise me. I headed for the ladder and got out. Joanne was right behind me. "I'm going to go change," she said. "Will you come with me?" I shrugged. I couldn't go into the ladies' locker room with her, so no big deal. We went back to the chairs. Cathy was asleep. I poured some more lotion on her back and legs while Joanne gathered her things. My wife mumbled a sleepy thanks as I walked off with her mother. She took me past the locker rooms to the main clubhouse and into a hallway filled with doors. "What is this?" I asked. "Private changing rooms," she replied with a wicked grin. She fished a key out of her purse and opened room #15. It was rather small, with a bench, a shower and a small locker all crammed together. We stepped inside and she closed and locked the door. "Help me out of my suit?" she asked, turning to face away from me. As I slid the straps down her arms, she said, "These rooms aren't supposed to be used by unmarried couples, but who would suspect a mother and her son-in-law?" I pulled her suit all the way down her body. I looked at her fabulous ass. It was milky white, smooth, with just a little cellulite at the bottom. She stepped out of her bathing suit and turned around. I looked at her huge beautiful tits, fat nipples, round soft belly, and pussy. My cock was hard as a fucking rock. Joanne smiled and knelt in front of me. "Time for your suit, Pete." She undid the strings and slid it off, revealing my throbbing hardon. As I stepped out of my suit, she reached up and stroked my shaft with one hand and scrotum with the other. For a few tense minutes, this was all -- the whole world was concentrated into the hands of this middle-aged woman going up and down on my most sensitive spot. "Peter ... may I?" she whispered. I nodded and shut my eyes. Then I felt it -- a hot warmth engulfing my cock. I opened my eyes and looked down -- yes -- my mother-in-law, sucking my cock -- it was so good -- behind me she was working a finger into my ass -- never had that before -- oh god -- thrusting into her mouth -- she can take it -- her finger thrusting into my ass -- so good -- oh god -- oh god -- I'm -- I'm -- "Cumming!" I barely managed to whisper as I started to shoot. She inhaled with each shot and exhaled as she swallowed, so she sounded like she was hyperventilating and choking. It was a very loud sucking sound that probably sounded exactly like a raunchy fucking blowjob to anybody who could have heard. I fell back against the cold stone wall as she finished me. She licked my nuts and shaft for a long time, then stood up and kissed me passionately while hugging me tight. I hugged and kissed her back. What else could I do? We stared into each other's eyes for several minutes, saying nothing. The wave of guilt hit me -- what would I tell Cathy?? I could never look at her mother the same way again ... oh god, what would I do? "I'm hitting the shower. Join me?" Joanne didn't seem to share my worries as she turned on the shower, instantly filling the room with hot steam. She stepped in and closed the curtain. I put on my trunks and sat on the bench. I was lost in thought. Joanne started humming a tune. Then there was a click in the door lock. The handle turned. It was Cathy, with her own key. She closed the door behind her and turned to me. I looked up into her face. I was terrified. I was sure she could see the events of the past 15 minutes in my eyes. Oh god. "Why did you let me fall asleep in the sun, Peter?" "I -- I put lotion on you --" "Oh, you did? OK. Who's in the shower, Mom?" "Uh -- yeah --" "OK." Cathy stripped off her suit. Once again I felt my cock rising to attention despite everything. My wife has such a beautiful body -- those freckled breasts! that flat stomach! that shaved pussy! those arms, those long fingers! My head was reeling. Cathy got into the shower with her mom. I listened to the sounds from behind the curtain. "Move over, Mom." "Oh hey, Cathy. Good god, there isn't much room here for two." "I can see that. Did Peter shower already?" Cathy's voice raised a bit: "Honey, did you shower?" "No!" Joanne and I said at the same time. "OK. Well, let him come in when you're done, Mom." "Did you hear that, Peter?" "Yes!" I knew they were best friends more than mom & daughter, but I didn't know they showered together. No big deal, I guess, but I was starting to get nasty perverted thoughts about lesbian incest. Joanne stepped out of the shower. "Your turn, Peter." "Good grief, Joanne!" I said. "Mom, quit teasing him!" called Cathy from the shower. "Aren't you going to get in?" Joanne draped a towel over her shoulders, which didn't do much to conceal any of her features. I quickly shucked my swim trunks and tried to get around her to the shower. She grabbed my half-hard cock. "Ooo, look what I've got!" To my ultimate horror, Cathy stuck her head out of the shower. "MOM!! Please, that's my HUSBAND! Lay off!!" Joanne backed away, laughing like crazy. She toweled her hair. I jumped in the shower. "Mom, you are so BAD!" said Cathy in a very severe tone, but she was smiling. She reached down and grabbed my cock again, stroking it into a state of hardness. "Keep your hands off my husband and his thing!" "Sorry dear!" her mom called back. I looked at Cathy. She shrugged, still smiling, still beating me off. I reached over and rubbed her fat clit. She closed her eyes and leaned against me. We masturbated each other in the shower for a bit. As you would expect, Joanne threw open the shower curtain. "Awfully quiet in there!" She had one of her jogging suits on. Cathy didn't move, but I yanked my hand away from my wife's shaved cunt. "Mom!!" Cathy yelled at the same time I yelled, "Joanne!!" I closed the curtain. "I'm going up to the cafe," her mom called from outside the curtain. "Be good, and if you can't be good, be really bad!" It was one of her favorite sayings. She closed the door. Cathy continued to jack me off. When she felt that I had reached my peak, she quickly leaned over and took me in her mouth long enough for me to shoot my cum. Then we rinsed off, got out of the shower & changed clothes. end part 1