("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2008. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Lanie Again by MyWifeDeanna (mywifedeanna@yahoo.com) *** A story about loss and heartache, and a woman compassionate enough to understand a man's needs. (MF, mother-in-law, mast, oral, rom) *** At 23, I had married the cutest, sexiest, and most fun woman in the world. Lanie had an incredible body, a great sense of humor, and was, for me, the perfect woman. We had been married two years, and had just had a beautiful young baby girl, when Lanie slid off a snow-covered on-ramp and died when her car rolled. Lydia, tight in her car seat, was unharmed. Lanie's mom and dad (Marsha and John) came immediately from their home in Washington, and helped me through the first month, staying at my home in our spare bedroom, making all the funeral arrangements, and taking care of Lydia when I had to eventually return to work. Marsha found a great babysitter for the daytime, and she and John went home as I began my life after Lanie. It wasn't easy caring for a newborn every night, but I settled in and found it very rewarding to be a young father, and I welcomed the responsibility and how busy it was, leaving me little time to worry over the future. A few months later, Lydia came down with some heart problems, which devastated me. After discussing it with the doctor, I knew we needed some more qualified daily care. Marsha, who was still working as a nurse in a hospital in Washington, quit her job to come care for Lydia during the days and train me on the symptoms and first aid necessary in anything Lydia might need. It had now been about 8 months since the crash. I didn't even consider dating again, I had no desire to, but the male side of me demanded satisfaction, and I found myself surfing for porn and masturbating nightly. Having Marsha in the house didn't help - Lanie had been a mirror image of Marsha, and other than a few wrinkles at the age of 45, Marsha pretty much looked just like her - same C cup breasts, long legs, and round ass. I looked, but I never touched, or said anything inappropriate. But my porn tastes turned towards women that looked exactly like her, in their 40s, brunette, nice body. Weeks went by, I learned to care for Lydia, and Marsha helped out with her, and around the house. John would come up every few weeks and stay over, and more than once I heard them in the spare bedroom, gasping and moaning, and I would sometimes stand outside their closed door and get off listening to them. I didn't like what I did, but it was all I had. One Friday night, with Lydia tucked into bed and all signs of her health getting much better, Marsha and I celebrated with some red wine and pasta (I'm a hell of a cook). One bottle led to two, and we were both well sauced by 10pm. As usual, when any man and woman hang out, conversation eventually led to talk about sex, and we were comfortable enough to talk candidly about our sex lives, including the various fantasies Lanie and I had shared, and we talked about Marsha's exploits over the years. She turned the conversation back to me. "Have you been with a woman since Lanie?" she asked me, her wine glass poised in her hand. "No, I really can't think like that." I said, which was true. "Well, you must masturbate a lot, then," she said with a smile, "I know men, you can't go a week without getting off." "True," I admitted, a little embarrassed to admit that to my mother-in-law. "It's not sex, but at least I get a release," I explained to her. I didn't want her to think I was enjoying it. We talked more about sex in general, then about other things, and eventually we both went to our rooms and bed. For the first time, I masturbated without the computer on, just thinking about Lanie, with images of Marsha thrown in for good measure. I guess I fell asleep during it, because when I woke up at around 2am, I hadn't cum, though I had a monster hard-on, and I was desperately thirsty. I was in the kitchen getting a drink when Marsha walked in, eyes barely open from sleep, and asked me for a cup. She was wearing an old t-shirt and panties, her natural breasts showing nipples through the cloth, which didn't help my hardness go down. I watched her lean over the sink to fill her glass, her ass straining the panties, and when she turned it was obvious that not only had I been lusting her body, I was hard, too. She looked down at my underwear, looked up at me, then took my hand and led me to my bedroom. She pushed me down onto the bed, reached down and pulled my hard cock from the fly of the jockeys. A second later I was looking down and watching my mother- in-law open her mouth to wrap her lips around the head of my hard cock. The sensation was beyond incredible. Not only hadn't I had that sort of contact in almost a year, she was also very, very good. As her nails gently scraped across the underside of my tight balls, her lips around my shaft, she slid her tongue around the head of my cock, her mouth sliding up and down as she took me deeply into her mouth. It took only moments for her to accomplish what she set out to do, and when I groaned and started cumming, she kept her mouth on me and stroked me through my entire orgasm, and she must have swallowed, as she whispered to me as soon as I finished "that was just to help you out, nothing more.". I could barely say "thank you" as she left the room and went to her bedroom. We didn't talk about it the next day, but 3 nights later, she helped me out again. No wine beforehand, no talk, just me waking up around midnight as she climbed into my bed, wearing her normal t-shirt and panties, wrapped her hand around my soft shaft, coaxed me into hardness, then sucked my cum down her throat. She left quickly and quietly, and it began what was an almost nightly experience. She never asked for anything back, she was always clothed, and she always swallowed. I felt a little bad about it, but I realized that maybe that's how she wanted it, it was her "helping me out", anything more would be inappropriate. John did visit during those times, too, and that's when things changed. After listening to them screw one night, I drifted off to sleep, knowing she wouldn't be able to join me that night. That turned out to be wrong, and as usual, she climbed into my bed around midnight and immediately went down on me. I could smell their sex on her, and in the dim moonlight I realized that, for the first time, she had come to my bed completely naked. Her full breasts swayed beneath her as she engulfed me with her mouth, her ass up in the air as her head bobbed on my cock, and for the first time, I reach down and caressed her soft breasts. She jolted a little, probably shocked at my invasion of our unspoken agreement, but she didn't stop. I ran my hands over her body, enjoying the softness of a woman's body, especially once so much like my Lanie, and I wasn't really thinking about Marsha when I slipped two fingers inside her wet, obviously well-fucked pussy. She groaned around my cock, enjoying my penetration of her, so I continued, gently sliding my fingers in and out, and around, her wet pussy and lips. My hardness swelled in her mouth, and when I pulled her towards me, she didn't resist. She straddled my body, her breasts in my face, and my cock brushing against her wet entrance. She looked down at me, eyes bright in the moonlight, and asked me if I was thinking of Lanie. "Always" I told her, and she accepted my answer, sinking herself down onto my hardness, my first pussy in what was now over a year. I knew she had just been fucked, but that only turned me on more as she rode me silently. "Lanie" I moaned quietly, and she leaned down to kiss me, hard, two lovers meeting again after so long apart. She was grinding me smoothly when she came, a soft cry escaping her, and a few moments later I joined her, erupting deep inside her, my hands gripping her hips as I buried myself as deep as I could, our mouths open as our lips hungrily sought each others, her soft moans captured by my mouth as we kissed into oblivion. She left me as always, no words, went to the kitchen for some water (her excuse for getting up, in case John awoke), and then to her bed. John left the next day, and I wondered what would happen, if anything, that night. She said nothing during the day to me about it, but she came to me the next night as always, around midnight. She was wearing a tight t-shirt, encasing her breasts perfectly, and panties. Instead of her mouth on my cock, she kissed me hard, and we made out as I stripped her down to nothing. I sucked her nipples, touching her all over, driving her crazy, then finally going down on her. She pushed her hips into me as I slid my tongue over her pussy lips, and clit, then inside of her, then back out, and covered her with my mouth and sucked her hard. She came for me, trembling as she held my head against her during her orgasm, then pushing me away as she became sensitive after. When she recovered, getting her breath back, her naked body displayed on my bed, I climbed on top of her, her legs automatically spreading for me as she anticipated our act. "Wait..." she trailed off, looking up expectantly. "Fuck me" I said to her, "Fuck me, Lanie." That's what she wanted to hear, wanted me to fuck her as Lanie, and she pulled me down to her. I slipped inside her and began to slowly fuck her, her legs wrapped around me, my cock deep inside her, our lips together. We fucked for ages, through two of her orgasms, then I pounded her hard, her cries getting louder as I took my pleasure from her, our loving coupling turned into hardcore fucking, ending when I finally pulled out and came hard on her breasts and stomach, wanting to see Marsha as my slut, wearing my cum, my fuck doll. For 4 more months we carried on like that, never sleeping together, but fucking almost nightly, always using Lanie's name, sometimes screwing like lovers, other times fucking like lustful teenagers. When Lydia was given a clean bill of health, Marsha packed her bags and got ready to leave. We knew it was our last night together, maybe forever, and I think we both accepted it with ease. Before she came to my room, though, I went to hers. I got into bed with her, naked, finding her already unclothed, and we kissed. She got on top of me, reached down and took my hard cock in her hands, rubbing my head on her pussy lips, and asked me again "Who is it you're about to fuck?" I gave her the only answer I had left. "Marsha," I said to her, pulling her down and penetrating her as I said it, "I'm fucking Marsha.". That's what she wanted to hear. --hope you enjoyed my story, I enjoyed writing it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 54