Article 97480 of alt.sex.stories: From: an357916@anon.penet.fi Date: Tue, 26 Sep 1995 15:16:15 UTC Subject: SylverFox 1 (m/f, mom-in-law, cyber) [The story is based on my own experience. There's not much sex in the first part, but things turn hot and heavy in the later episodes. ] SylverFox by G. Wallace Part 1 I'll admit, things were pretty rough the first year after I divorced Vickie. Bachelorhood just wasn't the same now, now that I was 29, now that I had a house in the suburbs and a 9 to 9 job, and all the rest of the goodies that come with modern adulthood. It was tough to meet people and I was getting very lonely, especially around the holidays. My family was split up all over the country and I just couldn't get up the energy to listen to all of them dissect my split. Instead, I stayed home and stewed in my juices. Luckily, as a Christmas gift, one of my office buddies gave me a starter kit for one of the online services. He'd told me all about all the wild women he'd met online, and all the wild cybersex he'd experienced since signing up. Evidently, his wife was clueless about all this virtual activity. Somewhere between Christmas and New Years, mainly out of desperation, I signed up and logged on. Before I knew it, I was addicted. I'd sign on at 10 in the morning and flirt, tease, joke, and otherwise mess around in the service's chat rooms all through the day and night. I was particularly attracted to the rooms that featured older women; I'd always had a thing for older women since my college days, but had never fulfilled my little fantasy. It was all rather pleasant and un-erotic until a couple of days before New Year's. I logged on at 8 or 9 that night. I clicked my way to an room advertised as "Foxy OverForties" and started to chat. Pretty soon I was flirting away with a woman named "SylverFox". Her profile claimed she was married, a homemaker, and living in a nearby suburb. Pretty soon our flirting turned off-color as SylverFox bragged about the size of her breasts and I egged her on. Though she said she was 49 years old, she boasted a firm set of 38D tits and legs that would knock any young guys socks off. She claimed that her husband paid for her tightening and tucking plastic surgery. I got carried away, and before I knew it I was describing what I would do to those luscious breasts. SylverFox encouraged me with "hmmmms" and "ohhhhhhs". I started getting very hard. All of the sudden, however, SylverFox disappeared. She had abruptly logged off the system. Needless to say, I was disappointed. Though I stayed on for hours afterward, she never reappeared. I left her a mail message asking to meet again, signed off, and headed to bed. The next night I was chatting away with a friend when SylverFox sent me a message. She asked me to join her in a private room. I agreed and soon we were sharing a virtual room by ourselves. I asked her why she'd signed off so abruptly earlier and she explained that her husband had come into the study and started getting curious. She promised that if it happened again she would sign back on as soon as she could. Soon we had stripped down to our virtual birthday suits and Sylver was giving my very first online blowjob. What a master she was, describing how she was licking my cock, sucking on my balls, tonguing my glans. I was in seventh heaven and my cock was going nuts. Again, though, just as I asked her to lie back so we could enjoy the fruits of her labor, she suddenly disappeared. Shit, I thought. I lingered online for another hour and then gave up. The next day, in between football games, I'd log on to the service and chat away. About three in the afternoon, I got a mail message from SylverFox. In it she described what would've happened if we'd continued online. It was incredibly erotic as she described taking my cock into her pussy and massaging her tits and wrapping her legs around my waist. I mailed back a response, describing things from my point of view. She responded again, with an even more blistering message describing her orgasm. * * * Before I knew it, the holidays were over and I was back to work. With my long hours, I couldn't really use the chat rooms on the service, but Sylver and I continued our email affair and the mail kept getting hotter and hotter. I knew that one way or another I had to meet this woman. About the end of January, my ex-father-in-law called me up. Neither of Vickie's parents had been happy about the divorce, and I knew they'd been urging her to reconcile. Harry and I chatted for a while and then he invited me over to dinner. Vickie, he promised, wouldn't be there. This was just a dinner to show there were no hard feelings and to catch up on things. I agreed to come over later that week. Thursday I went over to my ex-in-laws place for dinner. I was greeted at the door by Charlene, my former mother-in-law. I'd always liked Charlene, and it didn't hurt that she was extraordinarily good- looking, with a beautiful face, large breasts, and a slender but shapely figure. It looked like tonight she had dressed up for my visit; she was wearing a tight black dress, heels, and a set of large dangling earrings. Charlene gave me a smile and a big hug and I couldn't help but feel her huge tits pressing against me as we embraced. Her sweet perfume overwhelmed me. She took my hand in hers and led me down the hall to the living room where Harry was reading the paper. We shook hands and Charlene went out to get us drinks. Harry and I talked about sports, the economy, politics, all the while skirting any mention of Vickie or our marriage. Charlene kept running in and out of the room with new drinks, snacks, and whatever else she thought we needed. At one point, tired of seeing her doing all the work, I rose with my glass and Harry's to get the drinks myself. As I headed into the kitchen I spotted Charlene at the sink and the view from behind, aided by three or four vodka tonics, was spectacular. Charlene had long firm legs and a gorgeous full ass that swelled out from what had once been a very thin waist. For a brief moment, I felt very turned on. I coughed and Charlene turned around in surprise and then smiled. She asked for the glasses and I handed them to her. As she poured, she asked about how I'd been while I gazed down the front of her dress, drinking in the sight of those beautiful tits. When she looked up, she caught my gaze and blushed a little bit. Taking up her own glass, she proposed a toast to the future, and I joined her. She was so sweet. As she put her glass down, she grasped my free hand in hers and explained how horrible she and Harry had felt for Vickie and myself. How tough it must have been and what a fool Vickie was to let a man like me go. All I could do was smile weakly and nod. As she continued, she got very teary and finally collapsed into my arms with a sob. I grabbed her by the waist as she put her hands on my shoulders, sobbing quietly into my chest. I comforted her and told her everything was okay. I could've sworn as I did I felt her arms tighten on my shoulders and her body press firmly into mine. I felt my cock begin to unwind in a slow steady movement. With a start, however, she suddenly drew back and awkwardly apologized. Embarrassed, we both headed back to the den. Dinner was uneventful. Harry continued to pound away the martinis and by dessert he was three or four sheets to the wind and listing badly. We'd all had our share of drinks, mainly to deaden the tension and anxiety about discussing Vickie. As Charlene cleared up, Harry took me by the arm and, leaning heavily on me, conducted me into the study. He slurrily explained that there was something wrong with his computer and could I fix it? Sure, I said, and sat down in front of the machine. After standing at my shoulder for a couple of minutes, Harry tottered off into the other room. The problem with Harry's computer was pretty simple - a minor system glitch - and I'd fixed it in only a couple of minutes. Out of curiousity, I began to troll Harry's hard drive. Letters, tax returns, a couple of games were about all I came up with until I opened up Charlene's files. I noticed that she too subscribed to the online service I did. And then... like somebody hit me over the head with a hammer, buried deep within the online folders for the service, I saw a file marked: "SylverFox Mail". Reeling, I clicked it open and there were all the hot, sexy letters SylverFox and I had exchanged for weeks. I was shocked. I didn't know what to make of it. Could Charlene be SylverFox? Could my sweet, kind, gentle ex- mom-in-law be the horny, nasty, hot woman who wrote the scorching letters I'd been jerking off to for the past two weeks? It was too unbelievable. Absorbed by this possibility, I suddenly heard Charlene's heels approaching the desk. I moved to shut the files, but it was too late. With a kind greeting, she asked me how I'd done and leaned over my shoulder. With her breasts hanging on my shoulder, she saw that I was into the SylverFox files. She gasped and shot her arms out to turn off the machine. Her cheek touched mine as she leaned over me to hide her mail. I pushed the chair upright to prevent her. Frank, she cried out. Please, don't look at those. I spun around in the chair to see her standing there, blushing, her arms on her hips, her chest heaving. Please Frank, she continued, that's private. Very private, I answered her and rose from the chair. Here Charlene, I told her, you need to sit down to hear what I'm about to tell you. I gestured toward the chair and, holding her gently by the forearm, maneuvered Charlene into the chair where she crossed her legs. Charlene, I asked slowly, are you SylverFox? She gazed down at her lap and began to rub her hands together nervously. Are you SylverFox? I asked again. Oh Frank, she practically moaned in terror, don't tell Harry. Please. He'd kill me. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes. It's okay Charlene, I answered soothingly. It's okay because I've got something to tell you. She looked at me questioningly. Charlene, I said slowly, I'm "Enforcer29." She looked puzzled at first, then shocked. No, she answered, that can't be. It's true, I told her, and I can prove it. Charlene just shook her head in amazement. Turn around, I told her, and open up the SylverFox folders. She slowly swivelled the chair around and began to click with the mouse. I moved closer and leaned my head over her shoulder, drinking in her perfume, her fine silver hair against my cheek. There, I said, as she clicked open a folder, that one there. I put my hand on top of her hers to maneuver the mouse to a dated file named: "CockSucking2." Don't open it, I told her, keeping my hand on hers, pressing my cheek against hers, putting my other arm on the chair's arm rest and leaning in closer. I can tell you what's in that message. Charlene gasped. You can? she asked huskily. Yes, I answered. In it you describe how you would deep throat my cock and then let me run it between your breasts. And how we would 69 until we both came. I heard the sharp intake of Charlene's breath and felt her breasts rising and falling as I leaned closer and whispered into her ear. You described how good my cock felt, filling up your mouth, and how you'd like my balls as I tongued your clit. Charlene sighed and I rested my lips against the delicate flesh of her ear. It was very good, I continued, whispering softly into her ear, one of the best we exchanged. Charlene sighed and I ran my left hand up her bare arm. I could feel her body tensing and then suddenly relaxing. She moaned softly. And that one, I said, maneuvering her hand and the mouse to a file called "Your Tits", is an early one. Where I describe how I would play with your breasts and suck your nipples as I slid into you from behind. Charlene moaned a bit more loudly now as I moved both my hands to her shoulders and ran by tongue around her ear. Frank, she said thickly, oh Frank, no. I lowered my hands slowly to the sides of her breasts and gently squeezed as she moaned again, more loudly this time. Where is Harry? I whispered into her ear as I began to slowly massage her huge tits, each one heavy and full in my palm. Oh Frank, Charlene sighed, oh Frank. She had begun to breathe heavily as I felt her nipples stiffen beneath my hands. I began to rub her tits more insistently now, pausing to thumb her nipples, to squeeze their firm heavy beauty between my hands. Where is he Charlene? I asked again. Charlene moaned. He's upstairs, she hissed. He's drunk and... ohhhh... he's out like a light. I leaned down now and kissed her on the neck as she reared her head back, bringing her heaving breasts upward. I worked my lips down along her neck and onto her shoulders, loving the satiny feel of her skin against my burning cheeks and my mouth. Oh Frank, she moaned, oh baby... it's you. I mumbled something back and raised my lips to meet hers. Our kiss was wild and deep and passionate, our tongues lashing against each other as I circled my arms under her breasts. I could feel her hips lift in anticipation off the chair and begin to rotate ever so subtly. My mother-in-law and I kissed forever, until I drew her up out of the chair and we embraced, her arms wrapped like a vise around my head and our mouths mashing together in hunger. I ran my hands down her hips and over her ass, squeezing those beautiful luscious cheeks together. I could hear her moan deep down inside. Baby, I said as I pulled away from her panting mouth, I want to fuck you now. Here. Charlene moaned deeply and I began to unzip the back of her dress. I pulled the dress down over her shoulders, over her breasts, and it fell to the floor. Moaning myself, I attacked her body greedily, showering kisses on the tops of her tits, running my tongue across her shoulders, wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her head back by her fine, silvery hair. Charlene began to grunt as I ground my rock hard dick into the soft flesh of her belly. Hmm... she said suddenly, pushing me away insistently. I want to do this the way we planned. I gulped and nodded. My hands rested on her hips and we were panting together like animals as we involuntarily continued to grind our crotches together. Hmmmm, Charlene said, take your clothes off and wait on the couch. Separating herself from me, she gave me a quick kiss, and quietly walked toward the study door. I watched her magnificent body as she moved away from me, her full, firm thighs, her luxurious ass. When she left, I quickly stripped. My cock was hard and thick and wagging back and forth as I sat back on the couch. Swept away by our encounter, hardly believing it was only an illusion, I unconsciously began stroking my dick. Minutes later, Charlene swept into the room, quietly closing and latching the study door behind her. Article 88914 of alt.sex.stories: From: an357916@anon.penet.fi Date: Sat, 19 Aug 1995 05:54:39 UTC Subject: SylverFox Pt.2 (m/f, m-in-law, cybersex) SylverFox Part 2 Where things heat up As Charlene, my mother-in-law, approached, I could see that she'd changed into a black silk robe that rode to her mid-thigh. She'd kept her heels on, but taken off her earrings. Come here, I said, stroking my dick lasciviously in her direction. Charlene smiled and stood a few feet in front of me. I could see the swell of her breasts and her nipples jutting through the silk fabric. She spread her legs apart and grasped the robe's tie in her hands. Meet SylverFox, she said as she tossed her shoulder length silver hair over her shoulder and untied her robe. I moaned. Standing in front of me, pulled her robe wide open and thrust her hips towards me. Two of the biggest, fattest juiciest tits I'd ever seen poked their full, thick nipples at me and, trailing my eyes downward over her soft tummy, I saw a thinning black bush and below that a pair of beautiful full thighs, slightly chubby knees, and shapely slender calves. Letting her robe fall to the floor, Charlene cupped a breast in each hand. How do you like SylverFox, Frank, she asked me. SylverFox is incredible, I gasped. With that Charlene turned her back to me and thrust her broad ass straight at me. She began to rotate her hips and her butt circled slowly around. Hmmmm, baby, I said. Bring that beautiful ass over here. Charlene turned back around slowly pranced to the couch, settling in next to me, her chest pressing against mine as I circled her shoulders with my arm. Again we kissed, our tongues digging deep into each other's hot mouths. Pulling back, I asked her how Harry was. He's out like a log, she whispered. Let me take that loverboy, she continued, and grabbed my dick in her right hand. My mother-in-law stroked me slowly up and down as I nuzzled voraciously into her neck. Then, drawing back, we looked into each others' eyes and slowly and gently pushed her head down, onto my pole. When her lips met my cockhead, I groaned and Charlene slowly ran her mouth up and down the tip of my penis. I ran my hands through her silver hair and pressed down. In response, Charlene ran her tongue up and down my dick, lapping and licking it all the while squeezing her hand around its base. Hmmmmm, she mumbled, you taste good. I pulled her hair back to get a better view of the action and with that Charlene crawled around my leg and kneeled on the floor. Looking into my eyes, she slowly lowered her mouth onto my cock. I felt her hot mouth all around me and groaned. Encouraged she began to slowly pull her head up and down my cock, taking in an inch more each time. Soon, she had her mouth wrapped around my dick all the way to my pubic hairs. She stopped there and slowly moved her head back and forth. It was too much, I began to raise my hips rhythmically, slowly fucking her mouth. With that Charlene began to bob her head up and down my cock, and we were fucking together. As she sucked me off, she her free hand to play with my nuts. I was on fire. Grasping her head in my hands I moved her head on and off my pole, more and more rapidly. I could begin to feel my sac tighten and my balls itch. Ohhhhh Charlene, I moaned, I'm gonna cum. Frenzied now, Charlene began furiously riding my cock with her mouth, up and down like a madwoman. As I groaned and felt the cum shooting up my dick, Charlene slipped her mouth off of me and quickly placed my cock in the deep valley between her humongous tits. As she squeezed her tits together I began madly humping up and down off the couch. In seconds I felt the pure pleasure of climax and I heard Charlene moaning. Looking down, I saw the cum shooting out of my cock and splattering over the tops of her tits and her neck. As my climax subsided, she fastened her mouth back onto my cock and began sucking me bone dry. Groaning, I collapsed back into the couch and spread my arms out, reveling in the power waves of pleasure and release that rolled through my body. Ahhhh, honey, I said. Baby. Oh yeah... that was so great. Charlene mumbled and withdrew my cock from her mouth, shaking it playfully back and forth, smiling up at me. You liked that, eh Frank? she asked. In reply, I only groaned. Exhausted, Charlene relaxed her head against my crotch and stroked my thigh lazily. Who would have thought, she said slowly, that we'd ever be doing this. I agreed and began to gently run my hands through my hair. If you'd treated me this way before, I whispered, maybe I'd still be your son-in-law. Charlene looked up and smiled, resting her chin on my thigh. Hmmm, she answered. I guess I get you anyways. Smiling, I pulled her up by the shoulders until she sat on my lap, my cock nestled in her spacious ass. I kissed her and began to stroke her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples. Fascinated by their size, I dropped by head to her nipples and began nibbling on them slowly, all the while massaging and squeezing them. Charlene sighed and began to squirm her ass against my quickly awakening cock. Your tits are better than you described them, I said between mouthfuls. Thanks, Charlene moaned. My cock had stiffened and Charlene had begun to really grind her ass against it, enjoying its hard length. Pushing her backward, I eased my hips out from under her until she was lying back on the couch, her legs spread slightly. Continuing my exploration of her fantastic tits, I played with her pussy, inserting one, then two, then three fingers, rubbing them slowly in and out. Charlene raised her arms and lowered them behind her head, over the couch's armrest and I had a full uncluttered approach to her tits. Meanwhile, she was rotating her hips against my busy fingers. Moaning now, Charlene raised her hips to meet the thrust of my fingers. Squeezing her breast with my other hand, I raised my head to watch the sheer joy on her face. With her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth parted, Charlene was straining every nerve to focus on my hands and mouth. You're incredible, I said to her as she worked herself against me. Hmmm... feeling's mutual, she moaned. Does Enforcer29 want to fuck Sylver Fox, she said with a smile, her eyes still shut. He sure does, I answered. Does Frank want to fuck his mother-in-law, she whispered with a little giggle. Does he ever, I said as I felt my cock stiffen at her dirty talk. Rolling over onto her, I positioned my cock at her entrance as Charlene brought her hands back down and ran them over my back. I nudged at her pussy with my cock, and she thrust her hips up to meet me. I could feel my cock slide into her pussy a slow inch at a time. The warmth and moistness of her cunt forming a perfect seal around my dick. Charlene opened her eyes wide and grunted. Put it in Frank, put it in baby, she whimpered. I slowly fed my cock all the way into her, reveling in the tight fit and the hot contact. Reaching around and under her with my hands I squeezed her ass and pulled her tight to my dick. Uhhhh, she grunted and grabbed me around my neck, pressing me to her tits. Now I knew we were into fucking and using her ass as leverage I slowly began humping her all the way. As I built up to a steady rhythm, Charlene began to moan and roll her head from side to side; my head lolled pleasantly between her shivering breasts. Picking up speed, I began to slam into her, pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust, feeling myself fully extended into her, crushing her against the sofa's cushions. Ahhhhhh, Charlene began to whine, her voice moving up an octave as I pivoted into and out of her. Ohhhhh, Frank, she cried. Ohhhh, baby, yes, yes, yes... With that, she raised her legs and locked her ankles around my back. Now I had perfect access to her hot, slippery pussy and I began fucking for all I was worth. Still rolling her head, Charlene switched from her high=pitched whine into deep, deep grunts with each of my thrusts. Feeling myself getting closer to climax, I drew my hands out from under her and raised myself up, squeezing my hands around those huge tits and holding on for dear life as Charlene began bucking wildly up and down against my cock. We pounded into each other for what seemed like an eternity, until Charlene's grunts turned to squeals and I could hear her approaching climax. Putting my hands on the couch, I lowered my mouth to her nipples and began lipping and chewing. This sent her over the edge and she began to moan rapidly. I felt my balls tighten and as Charlene began repeating, yes, yes, yes, over and over again, my cock jolted load after load of cum into her. Both of us were frenzied, me digging my mouth into her tits and riding my sparking cock deep into her cunt, Charlene now +twiting her head back and forth and spasmodically raising her hips to meet my thrusts. With a final groan, I drove deep into her and she responded by tightly wrapping her arms around my head and emitting a loud, guttural sigh. We lay there quietly for a moment, recovering from what had just happened. Involuntarily, I began to rotate my hips, trying to ground out the last moment of pleasure I could. Charlene rolled her head back, heaving for breath, a heavy sweat breaking out across her forehead. I grabbed her right thigh and pulled it up over my hips, trying to empty myself forever. Charlene smiled and turned her head to the side. Afterward, we lay in each others' arms, her head nestled into my shoulder, our legs wrapped around each other. I felt peaceful, more satiated than I had ever felt before. I though I could hear Charlene humming deep in her throat. I kissed her affectionately on the top of her head and ran my hand up and down across her back. Hmmmmm... that was so great, I whispered to Charlene, better than anything SylverFox and Enforcer29 every came up with. Charlene giggled and kissed my chest. What would Harry say? I asked Charlene playfully and she giggled softly again. You're one to talk, she answered back, what would Vickie say? I smiled. Yes, indeed, what would she say I thought to myself. Stroking Charlene's generous flank I leaned down and kissed her. Our tongues twined together lazily, then more insistently. I felt a new, stronger kind of passion with Charlene than I ever had with any other woman. Was it because she was older? Because she was my mother-in- law? Because we had built up such anticipation through our email? I didn't know but breaking our kiss now, I leaned my head back, swimming in the pleasure and power of these new emotions. A half hour later, I felt Charlene stir, and then rise to a sitting position on the couch. Running my hand along her back, I asked: Time to go? She turned back, smiled, and nodded. Reaching to the floor, she pulled her robe up and delicately put it back on. She patted my belly once and stood, tying her sash. I'd better Frank, she said quietly, Harry might get up. It's just about time for him to wake up from the booze. I smiled and sat up, stretching myself. Okay, I said. But you know, this isn't the end. Grabbing her hands between mine, I continued. It's only the beginning. Charlene smiled ran her hands through my hair and i pulled her close, my head resting against the swell of her belly. Oh Frank, she said. I pulled my clothes on and gave Charlene a gentle kiss as I headed out the door to my car. See you later SylverFox, I whispered as I slipped away. After that we began to use our online service as a way both to titillate each other and arrange our clandestine and semi-clandestine rendezvous. After that, I entered into the blissful phase of my life to date. Article 97550 of alt.sex.stories: From: an357916@anon.penet.fi Date: Tue, 26 Sep 1995 15:34:48 UTC Subject: SylverFox 3 (m/f, mom-in-law) SylverFox Part 3 My mother-in-law was, as they say, a very well- preserved lady. What Harry couldn't bankroll in the way of plastic surgery, Charlene supplied with her daily workouts in the home gym my in-laws kept in their basement. Though she boasted some wrinkles around her eyes and her hands betrayed her age, Charlene's body was marvel. Her breasts were 38D, pillowy and soft, and yet thanks to her plastic surgeon, not floppy or droopy. Her midriff was soft, not so taut and so smooth as a younger woman's. Thanks to the stairmaster and her surgeon's efforts, her butt and thighs were muscular and smooth, full but not heavy. Her legs were long and very shapely. Whatever her age, she was a fine piece, as we used to say in the service. I think we were both a bit shocked after our first encounter. We didn't talk to each other and mailed only brief email commenting on how great it had been. After several days, however, I felt the familiar horniness boiling up in my gut and I knew the SylverFox and I would have to meet again. Imagine my surprise when on a cold January morning, I got a phone call from Harry. He thanked me for coming over and was particularly pleased to report how happy my visit had been for Charlene. Smiling as I listened, he described how she had expressed sorrow over Vickie's decisions but hope that perhaps we all could still be friends. I agreed with Harry and he asked me if I was busy Sunday afternoon. When I answered that I wasn't, he asked me if I could pick Charlene up after her Sunday school class. She taught until two and didn't like to drive. Harry would be busy playing poker with the boys. Charlene had suggested he call me, thinking that this errand might be a nice way to re-acquaint ourselves. Barely suppressing my sigh of delight, I agreed. We chatted for a few more minutes, and then we hung up. Sunday afternoon I wheeled my way over to the local Methodist church and waited in the car for Charlene. She emerged, surrounded by her friends, and waving to me, proceeded toward the car. I hopped out and gave her a hug as she approached, making sure to keep it chaste and son-in- law-like for her friends. Charlene looked mighty good that Sunday afternoon. Her bountiful chest stretched against her winter coat and her long legs, covered in black hose, were visible to just above the knee. Once inside the car, she unbuttoned her coat and I saw she wore a beautiful set of pearls. I asked her how she'd been as I started the car and she shyly answered that she missed me. Grinning, I agreed. It had been a long week. As soon as we were out of sight, I reached over and stroked her neck, telling her how marvellous she looked. At first she shied away, but then as I continued rubbing, she grew warmer, crossing her legs and turning towards me in the car. We chatted as I drove along about Harry, Sunday school, the weather. I told Charlene I had to stop at the drug store to pick up some shaving cream and we turned toward the local strip mall. As we drove I long, I stroked Charlene's arm gently. Then, I gently pulled her gloved hand onto my thigh, and then, a moment later, directly onto my cock, already straining against my pants at the smell of her perfume. At first, she simply let it rest there. At the next red light, I leaned over to give her a kiss and our lips met. From a chaste smooch, however, our kiss lingered until finally we were exploring each others' tongues and panting slightly. A car honked behind us, and I sped through the green light. Charlene began to stroke me as I drove. Getting into the mood, Charlene giggled softly, It's so big Frank! I laughed too and made a joke about being happy to see her. We pulled into the drugstore parking lot and I turned off the ignition and turned in my seat to kiss Charlene. Now, our mouths met in an explosion of passion as we tongued each other furiously in the parking lot. I moved to kiss her neck and nibble on her ear and as she ooohed and ahhed, I dropped a hand to her breast and began to massage her nipple. As we made out, she uncrossed her legs and seconds later I had moved my hand up her thighs, pushing her dress aside as I explored her sweet thighs, inserting my fingers between her garterbelt and her flesh. Soon, I was stroking her pussy and Charlene was moaning with happiness, pushing my hand harder into her crotch. I inserted my middle finger and wiggled it madly. Charlene threw her head back onto the headrest and moaned loudly. I want to fuck you now Charlene, I whispered into her ear. Oh Frank, she answered, panting, not here... people will see us. Okay, I said, withdrawing from her side of the car and turning the ignition. I'll take care of that I said. I drove around to the back of the low drug store building and parked between a dumpster and the wall. How's this? I asked her. I don't know Frank, she said. Meanwhile I slid across the seat and planted a deep kiss on her lips. Let me take your coat off, I told her as I worked the bulky wool overcoat down her shoulders. Squirming and wiggling, Charlene helped me with her coat. As we began necking, I unzipped her dress and gradually pulled it down below her chest. Her breasts were straining against a lacy black bra, and as we sucked on each others' tongues, I worked the straps off her shoulder. Once she was free of the straps, Charlene brought her hands down from around my head and unclasped her bra, releasing her huge, juicy tits to the warm air of the car. She pushed my head down toward her breasts and I began lapping hungrily at her bright pink nipples, sucking and licking until the grew taut and erect. All the while Charlene moaned and encouraged me by pushing my head firmly against the soft, warm flesh of her tits. My cock was getting outrageously hard and I could feel a bit of pre- cum oozing out of its tip. I reached down to hike Charlene's dress up to her hips, revealing her black-hosed thighs and her garter straps. As I wedged my hand between her luxurious thighs and thrust my fingers into her hot, oozing pussy, Charlene raised her legs to give me better access. Soon I was gobbling her tits, finger-fucking her madly, and enjoying her deep-throated moans. I looked up briefly. Charlene's glistening eyes were fixed on the car ceiling and she had slowly begun to shake her head back and forth in ecstasy, pushing my head back and forth against her tits in rhythm with my hand's thrusts into her pussy. Her thick gray hair had come loose from her berette and it flowed wantonly back over the head rest. Mad with lust, I pulled my hand from out of her gash and frantically wrestled with my belt buckle. Charlene was oblivious, caught up in her grunting ecstasy. As I yanked my pants and boxers down over my hips, I pulled my hard cock free and brusquely pushed Charlene sideways on the car seat. We were insane now, scrambling around the car, driven by the sheer hunger for sex. As Charlene maneuvered to lie length-ways along the front seat, I pulled my pants down to my ankles. Soon, I had pulled her legs up onto the seat and, with some acrobatic moves, had positioned myself between her legs. Charlene gripped the top of the seat with one hand and steadied herself by planting her other on the floor of the car. She gazed at my jutting cock with hunger. There she lay, my gentle, gray-haired, curvaceous mother-in- law, her nipples pointing straight into the air, her knees drawn up, and her delicately feathered pussy glistening in front of my cock. I paused to admire the view. Oh, Frank, Charlene moaned half in fear and half in pleasure, hurry before someone sees us. I bent to the task, taking my cock in hand I leaned forward and planted my dick at the entrance to her beautiful pussy. Leaning my body further downward, I began to thrust my cock slowly into my mother-in-law, savoring the silky warmth as it surrounded my swollen dick centimeter by centimeter. Charlene groaned in delight until I finally buried my cock all the way into her and we were breathing hotly into each others' faces. I felt her raise her thighs upward and then the pressure of her high-heeled feet against my ass. Mmmmmm, Charlene moaned. God... Frank, you feel so good. I could only moan back in reply. Settling my cock comfortably into her pussy I began a slow rocking motion. Charlene drew both her hands up and against the passenger side door to brace herself against my thrusts. Suspended above her I began to piston my hips in and out as Charlene first bit on her lower lip, then opened her mouth wide in pleasure. As I built up steam, I slipped my hand down along her thigh and pulled her in tighter against my crotch. Soon, we were pounding away at each other, Charlene emitting a loud grunt each time my cock penetrated to its full extent along her pussy. I increased my speed and we began bouncing up and down on the car seat. Hoping to receive every inch of my engorged cock, Charlene spread her legs wide and pulled her knees up, resting one against the car radio. I began pounding into her like a madman and she helped me along by rocking her thighs to meet each of my thrusts with a wide open shot of her pussy. We were both moaning, and as I watched Charlene's tits sliding back and forth each time I pushed my cock into her, I could feel my balls start to tighten. With that, I grasped the back of the car seat with one arm and braced myself with the other against the car door. I began fucking her like a jackhammer and Charlene's moans turned into high-pitched whimpers of pleasure. I felt my cockhead begin to tingle and then, in a sudden rush of pleasure, I unloosed what felt like a bucket of cum into my mother-in-law's pussy. As I gave out a loud groan, Charlene squealed in climax and tightened her thighs around my waist, pulling my cock deep into her warm vagina. I shook my hips to release very drop of my ejaculation and Charlene pulled me even deeper into her. She reached up and circled her arms around my neck, pulling me down for a hard, passionate kiss, her tongue twirling wildly in my mouth. I dropped my hands down, circling them around her back and crushed her to me, our hips still grinding against each other in ecstasy. As we slowly descended from the heights of climax, I felt Charlene's body relax completely, her legs dropping along the sides of the car seat and her arms relaxing around my body. We stopped kissing and I panted deeply, filling my lungs with the scent of her Sunday morning perfume. After a few minutes, Charlene groaned and then began to run her hands through my hair. Frank, oh Frank, she finally said. I've never felt so good. That feeling is mutual, I sighed. I could feel Charlene smiling. She stroked my ass gently, then playfully squeezed my cheeks. Hmmmm, my very own lover, she sighed. Whatever could I have been doing before I met you? I chuckled gently and raised my head to kiss her. We slowly disentangled ourselves and, almost in a daze, began to button and zip up, rearrange our clothes, and tidy ourselves up. Charlene, I said. I have never had so much fun fucking a woman since I first dated Kathy Newton. She laughed. You're so sweet Frank. I turned the key in the ignition and looked back over my shoulder, ready to back out of our little parking space. The way was clear, but I stopped suddenly. There was a young girl standing in the back doorway of the drugstore. She was gazing at the car intently, her arm braced against the door frame. Don't look now Charlene, I said. But I think we had an audience. Charlene almost shrieked. Nooooo. Who? she asked. A girl, I answered. I think she works in the drugstore. Just keep looking at me and she won't be able to see you. Charlene turned her head away from the window and as I pulled out, I waved jovially at the girl. She just stared at me. Charlene and I were silent as we drove back to her place, both of us tense I think about meeting Harry at the front door. As I pulled up to the curb, Charlene turned toward me and grasped my hand. Okay, Frank. Why don't you stay here. I'll call you up later today. I nodded, and as Charlene moved to peck my cheek, I playfully squeezed her thigh. She smiled. Bye Frank, she whispered as she left the car. Adios SylverFox, I answered back with a smile. See you soon. As the door closed, I started the car and headed home, visions of my lusty mother-in-law, her thighs opened wide to me dancing before my eyes, the thick, musty smell of our sex filling the car. Article 97557 of alt.sex.stories: From: an357916@anon.penet.fi Date: Tue, 26 Sep 1995 15:47:35 UTC Subject: SylverFox 4 (m/f, mom-in-law) SylverFox Part 4 Soon after our Sunday after-church fuck Charlene, my mother- in-law, and I descended into a sex-filled, carnally charged obsession with each other. Often, Charlene would call me up at the office during the day to announce that Harry, my father-in-law, had gone off golfing, or fishing, or just down to the local Wal-Mart. Sometimes we'd just get each other off over the phone. More often, I'd announce I was leaving for an early or late lunch and head over to Charlene's. She would usually greet me at the door and within minutes I'd have her skirt up over her hips and we'd be fucking madly on the living-room couch, the kitchen table, even once on the hood of her car parked in the garage. I remember once Harry invited me over one Sunday afternoon to watch a football game. As soon as I arrived, I could sense Charlene's excitement, matched only by my own increasing sense of urgency. Harry and I settled down in front of the television while Charlene ran back and forth into the kitchen, filling bowls of pretzels and glasses of beer. Each time she entered, I ran my eyes hungrily up and down her full figure, drinking in those lovely legs and her full, lush chest. I could tell she felt me watching because she made a big show of catering to our needs, wiggling her wide ass a foot in front of me as she arranged a coaster or helped Harry fix up the pillow behind his head. As the third quarter started, Charlene announced she'd be back in ten minutes or so and headed upstairs. I debated for a couple of minutes whether I should sneak upstairs to join her but Harry had gotten me involved in a long and tedious discussion of astro-turf versus real grass. I couldn't think of a politic way to break our talk off. Ten or fifteen minutes later, Charlene reappeared. I almost gasped in surprise and pleasure. My mother-in-law had changed into her "workout" outfit - - a skintight body suit that accentuated her expansive hips and moulded her lovely breasts into fine long expanse of cleavage. She announced that she was going to the basement to do her exercises in the elaborate home gym Harry had bought for her. Harry nodded happily, and Charlene disappeared downstairs. I grew increasingly edgy. There Charlene was, downstairs, dressed in an outfit that would raise a dead man's spirits and here I was stranded in front of the t.v. with Harry who was by now droning on about players' salaries. When he paused, I piped up that I had never seen Charlene's home gym and that I was thinking about buying one of my own. Would he mind, I asked, if I went down and checked the equipment out. Harry smiled and said sure, go ahead. With that I headed to the basement. In the basement, Charlene was seated on the bench of her Soloflex, working her pectoral muscles. As I rounded the corner, I was stopped dead by the sight of her full chest swelling and ebbing as she pulled the bars of the weight machine together. She looked up and smiled at me. I unzipped my fly and Charlene - - sweat glistening on her brow, her long silver hair held back by an elastic band - - dropped her hands to her waist and began slowly stroking her thighs. Wordlessly, I ambled over to the exercise machine and, standing directly in front of her, I unbuckled my pants and let them and my boxers drop to the floor. Charlene smiled even wider and put a hand on each side of my hips, pulling my now hardening cock close her lips. As my mother-in-law began licking my shaft, I ran my hands through her hair, stripping off her hair band and shaking her thick, luxuriant platinum hair free. As I ran my hands slowly through her hair, Charlene grasped my cock in both hands and began running her mouth over my knob. With my hands buried in her hair, I grasped her head and gently pushed her hot, damp mouth all the way onto my cock. I could hear Charlene moan as she gobbled her way down my shaft. Her mouth surrounded my dick, encasing it incredible, tight heat. With my palms along her cheeks, I slowly began to pull her head on and off my cock. Excited, Charlene grasped the base of my penis with one hand and began massaging and squeezing my testicles gently with the other. I could feel myself hardening deliciously, filling her mouth with more and more bloated cock flesh. Soon Charlene was bouncing her mouth up and down my cock and I was along for the ride. The tip of my penis began to tingle and itch and I could feel my balls begin to tighten. Charlene could too, and as I approached orgasm she ripped one strap of her body suit off her shoulder, exposing a swelling tit and a pink, erect nipple. With her mouth still clamped to my dick and one hand around the base of my cock, Charlene began running her hand over her naked breast, stopping occasionally to pinch and tweak her huge, distended nipple. Watching her play with her tit drove me wild and as I felt a load boil up from my balls, I tightened my grip on her head and began flexing my hips and fucking her hungry mouth. I could hear Charlene moan deep down in her throat. Just as I was about to come, she pulled her dripping mouth off my cock, and began furiously stroking my penis with both her hands. She was grunting and moaning softly, encouraging me to ejaculate. And with a repressed moan of my own, I felt my cock spurting in deep heavy jerks all over her face and chest. Oh Frank, my mother-in-law whispered huskily. Oh baby, yeah, hmmmmm. I wiggled my hips, struggling to shake every last moment of pleasure from the tip of my cock. Charlene meanwhile had pressed my cock against my stomach with both her hands and began hungrily licking and kissing my swollen purple cockhead. Charlene, oh Charlene, I whispered as I ran my hands through her hair and down her cheeks and along her neck. At that exact moment, with both of us overwhelmed by the sudden fury and abatement of passion, we heard the basement door open. It was Harry. Shocked, I hurriedly pushed Charlene away from my dick and scrambled to pull my pants back up around my hips. I could hear Harry descending the stairs. Realizing I'd never get tidied up in time, I scooted for the door to the utility room in the back of the basement. Frantically, I saw Charlene running a towel around her face and pulling her body suit back into place. As I raced into the utility room I heard Harry asking Charlene where I'd gone. She mumbled something indistinct. In the dark utility room I stuffed my shirt back into my pants and ran my hands through my hair. Pasting a wide smile on my face, I walked into the basement to see a bewildered Harry turning this way and that to find me. Charlene was still on the exercise machine. Over here Harry, I called out to my father-in-law. When he asked what the hell I was doing in the utility room, I mumbled something about investigating the basement. Still looking bewildered, Harry announced that the fourth quarter of the football game was almost over. I answered enthusiastically that we better get back upstairs and Harry turned back to ascend the stairs. As I passed Charlene on the home gym I ducked my head down and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. She sat there, stunned looking, breathing heavily, her face and chest flushed. Later, as Harry and I watched the interminable post-game show, Charlene came up from the basement to take a shower. While she showered, I bid Harry goodbye and took off - relieved yet worried about how close my mother-in-law and I had come to dangerous exposure. Charlene was particularly disturbed by our near discovery. She called me later that night to suggest that we cool things off for a while. She was worried that Harry might be suspecting something. Reluctantly, I agreed. We did agree, however, that maybe we should return to cyberspace and carry on our affair temporarily online. Over the next week, SylverFox and I would meet about every other night. We'd repair to a private chat room and engage in cyber foreplay and often, we'd just chat. At some deep level, I discovered, Charlene still loved Harry. After all, they'd been together for almost 30 years. Yet Harry, older than his wife by almost a decade, had completely lost interest in sex - - preferring instead to drink, watch t.v., and carouse with his other retired buddies. Charlene on the other hand was just beginning to rediscover the joys of her body and its possibilities. This was a process I hoped I'd continue to participate in.