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my mother in law Joanne (MF inc? con)
Written by silentkiller

My Mother-In-Law Joanne, part 2 of 3

The next time I had an encounter with my wife's mother Joanne was a few weeks after the last one. As usual, Joanne called me over to take care of some around-the-house work. I had almost forgotten about our previous encounters, but when she answered the door dressed only in a short robe, it all came back to me. What was I about to get myself into?
"Come in, Pete," she said, turning away from the door and walking down the hall.
"Should I have brought my toolbox?" I asked as I closed the door and followed her.
"No, I just need you to cut the grass again," she said. "Beer's in the fridge if you need it."
"Thanks, Joanne," I replied. "Anything else?"
"Nope. I'll be watching TV in the living room if you need me." And with that, she headed off to the couch, leaving me standing by the back door in shock. What the heck? She wasn't even trying to seduce me or anything! I was kind of insulted, I guess, considering all that had happened between us before.
I went out and mowed the lawn with a vengeance. A couple of times I saw her at the window watching me. It only took about forty-five minutes for me to finish. I parked the mower and headed inside for that beer.
In the house, it was silent. All I could hear was the sparkling foam of the beer in my hand. Oh yeah, and my own pulse beating in my ears.
Then: "Petey? Pete? Are you done outside?"
I hollered back, "Yeah!"
"Good, hold on for a minute..." Joanne appeared in the doorway. "The toilet is stopped up, Pete. I was washing the bathroom mirror and I tossed the paper towels in the toilet. Now they're jammed. Could you ...?"
"Sure," I said, "just lemme finish this beer."
"Hurry, because I have to pee!" She smiled and went back down the hall.
I took the last few swallows and tossed the can in the recycling bin, then headed for the only bathroom in the whole house.
Joanne was on her hands and knees, leaning over the toilet and looking in. Her short robe was ridden up completely over her luscious ass, exposing both her fleshy, smooth cheeks and her hairy crack. "Good grief, Joanne!" I exclaimed.
She looked back at me. "Oh hey, Pete, take a look," she said, sitting up and back. It was as if she didn't know that she flashed me, but surely she did realize that...? What could I do? I went over and checked out the toilet. The water was right at the edge of the rim and there was a mass of blue-stained paper towels caught in the bottom.
"Shit," I said.
"No, just paper towels and glass cleaner," Joanne giggled.
"I meant, Shit, I'll have to do this manually." I knelt down beside her and started to gingerly pick wet clumps of paper from the flooded toilet.
"Hurry up, Pete, I still have to pee," she said.
"If I go any faster, I'll splash on your floor," I reminded her.
She stood up. "Ohh, ohh, I really have to go," she sang. For God's sake, this was my wife's mother, and she sounded like a little girl. I looked up at her. From this angle, I could see a bit of her pussy. Also from down here, her breasts looked even larger. They jiggled and swayed as she danced from foot to foot. "Pete, I really gotta go!"
"Pee in the sink or something!" I blurted.
"How about in the tub?"
"Whatever, just do something before you explode!"
I turned back to my task, but when I heard her sit on the rim of the tub I turned around. She was facing me, her thighs on the rim of the tub, her hips poking out over the bottom of the tub. She grabbed the sides of the shower and spread her legs, then let it rip. A sweet hissing noise burst forth along with a great torrent of nearly-clear piss. I watched, very mesmerized, as she emptied her very full and apparently very large bladder. I swear to God, she must have pissed for a full 60 seconds or more. Halfway through she spread her legs a bit more and reached down with one hand to spread her pussy lips a bit. My cock was raging in my shorts, throbbing thick and hard against my leg.
I managed to glance at her face. She was staring at me, smiling that wild smile, with the tip of her tongue poking between her teeth. "You enjoying this?" she said. All I could do was nod.
At the end, while she was squeezing the last few drops out, she asked me again if I was enjoying it. This time, I stood up and said, "That was beautiful. My turn." Then I took my hard cock out of my shorts and moved directly in front of her.
She knew what to expect. She sat all the way down in the tub with her calves sticking up over the edge as I started pissing from my erect penis. I started in her short, brown hair, moved down to her mouth (which she opened for my piss), then covered her breasts, belly and crotch. She opened her short robe so that I could piss directly on her nude body. She masturbated frantically while I covered her with my strong urine. When I finished, her skin, hair and robe were completely soaked. And I was still hard. And she was still diddling herself & rubbing her wet tits.
"Do you want more?" I whispered. She nodded. I got in the tub with her and knelt next to her torso. The quarters were very close and did not allow for much moving around, but she managed to get turned around enough that she could slip my erection into her mouth. We sat like that for a while -- her sucking my cock, me kneeling next to her -- until at the same time we both got uncomfortable and itchy from the cooling pools of piss and the hard bottom of the tub. I stood up and so did she. She reached around me and turned on the shower, then shucked her robe. We embraced and kissed as the rapidly heating water pounded down on our shoulders. We must have kissed for ten or fifteen minutes. The whole time I was conscious of her lovely breasts flattened against my chest and my very hard cock pressing against her curved belly. We kissed and kissed, and then she broke away from me.
"We've come this far," she gasped, "so now I want you to fuck me."
She turned away from me in the shower, leaned over and put her hands against the wall. "Like this," she said. "Do it."
I obeyed, rubbing my knob against her hairy pussy lips. "Not there," she said. She grabbed a bottle of bath oil and poured it down her ass crack, then rubbed it into her asshole with a single graceful finger. "There. Do it there."
I grabbed the bath oil and covered my cock with it. Then I shut off the shower and stepped up behind her. She leaned forward and placed her hands against the wall again in the classic frisk position. I rubbed my glans around her rectum for a few moments, then gently popped the head in. She moaned and gasped, "Stay still, Petey, don't move," then started to slowly back onto my cock. She would pump her hips back, then forward, then back a little farther then before, then forward, over and over until my testicles finally rested against her labia. I was buried in her ass, buried to the root. She clenched her rectal muscles and I cried out with the sweet sensation of it.
"OK," she whispered, "fuck me now."
I slowly pistoned in and out of her ass. It was remarkable. So fucking tight, with that odd rubbery feeling that makes anal sex different from vaginal sex. "I can't do this for long," I warned her as I leaned forward. "Your ass feels so fucking good."
"Just fill me up, Petey," she moaned. I was about to.
It only took a few more minutes of very controlled thrusting before I finally erupted inside her bowels. We both cried out very loudly at first, and our gasps and moans subsided as my spurts grew weaker and thinner. Finally, my now-limp cock slipped out of her ass with a slight squishing sound. I realized I had to pee again, so I quickly aimed my cock at her ass cheeks and let loose with a hot stream. She laughed and moaned as it trickled down her buttocks and thighs to drip on the tub floor. I finished in a few seconds, and she turned to kiss me again.
"Let's finish the shower," she suggested, hitting the water switch. We rinsed off and shared a few more kisses before finally exiting the shower.
"This way." She led me to her bedroom. "Petey, I want you to eat me." My mother-in-law flopped down on her bed and opened her legs. I looked at her for a moment. She was so much woman -- stocky, large-breasted, big-hipped, with fleshy belly and thighs. I laid down between her powerful thighs and started feasting on her honeypot. Oh, it was sweet, sweeter than anything. I even gave her freshly fucked ass a good licking and sucking. Like me, she was unable to hold back her orgasm, and began spasming and crying out within minutes.
Afterwards, we held each other and stroked each other's bodies. Minutes of silence passed over us. Joanne curled up and buried her head in my chest, whispering something I couldn't understand.
"What did you say, Joanne?" I murmured.
She looked up at me. "I said, what are we going to do?"
I just looked at her.
"You are my son in law. You are married to my daughter. You have also given me the greatest sex I've had in years. You want it, I want it. What are we going to do?"
I really didn't want to think about it at this point, but her bringing it up brought all the guilt and worry rushing onto me. I sat up and turned away from her. Christ, what WERE we going to do?

end part 2