Christmas Cheating With My In-Laws

I expected a sex drought while I was stuck there for a week. Turns out his family has a lot of pent-up energy they need to release.

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My holidays with Mike’s family was quickly spiraling out of control. What I’d expected to be a total drag on account of his family’s staunch religious upbringing was proving to be the entire opposite after I’d accidentally fucked his daddy in a Santa suit.

I’d thought it was Mike, and what was worse is his brother noticed. Now the two of them are holding it over me and using my mistake as leverage for unrestricted access to my pussy.

Don’t get me wrong, its hardly punishment, his father Luis and his brother Derek are even better equipped than mike is but I don’t want to break my poor hubby-to-be’s heart. I also can’t seem to find my birth control and none of them seem to believe in pulling out. The last thing I needed was to be knocked up before my wedding day.

Unable to find them, I threw on a sundress. Maybe I could pop down to the store before the Christmas eve celebrations got underway. I was just reaching the door to the guest room when my mother-in-law Maria came through it.

“Taylor, there you are, I was looking all over for you.” She was smiling which seemed something of a rarity since I’d got here. It made me wonder what she was up to. Had someone ratted me out? Was she going to throw me out of the house? It wouldn’t surprise me. Frankly I probably deserved it.

“Oh, hey Maria, I was just going to pop down to the store to pick up some things.”

“I’m afraid Mike and Derek just took the car, dear. They’ve gone to help Luis, apparently our car has got a flat battery and he needs a rescue. So, we’re stranded here without the cars until they get back.”

My heart beat a little faster. “How long do you think they’ll be?”

“No more than a few hours dear.” Maria leaned on the door frame, clearly not in a hurry to go anywhere.

“Oh, great.” I tried not to panic.

“What is it dear?” Maria asked. “Is something wrong?”

I shook my head. “No, everything’s fine.”

“Splendid. Well, I thought this would be a great opportunity to get to know each other a little better.”

Not really what I had in mind for my day, and frankly I was finding it a little heard to look her in the eye when I’d just spent a good hour being impaled by her husband in her living room. I liked sex, but I still felt bad about it.

Like I said, things were getting out of hand. Maria put an arm around me and guided me to the end of the bed. “Make yourself comfortable dear.”

I sat on the end of the bed as she shuffled around the room and started to tidy up.

“Oh, where did you want to start?” I asked. “I’m at college, studying psychology and women’s development.”

“In my day women didn’t often go to college,” Maria answered wistfully. “Of course, we didn’t have to work either, just keep the house, but that was a different time. It must be nice.”

“I’m enjoying it,” I replied, eager to get my mind off other things. “It’s where I met Mike.”

Maria rearranged some trinkets on top of the dresser. “And are you enjoying your visit here? I know the country is hardly a young woman’s idea of a fun vacation. I’m sure you’d rather be in the city.”

“Oh it’s lovely,” I answered, lying through my teeth. I’d have gone home in a heartbeat if our return tickets weren’t three days away.

“And my husband’s dick, how was that?” Maria asked, her face not even registering the absurdity of the question. “I understand he’s larger than most men. Did he make you climax? He is feeling awfully proud of himself this morning, I imagine so.”

“Pardon?” I gulped like a goldfish as I tried to digest her rambling question. “Maria, I have no idea…”

“Do not lie to me child.” Maria pointed at me sternly. “When he came to be bed last night he reeked of pussy, and it wasn’t mine.”

“What makes you think it was me?” I asked. “They were out caroling half the night.”

“He didn’t smell of anything but drink when he came home,” Maria countered. “And like I said, he’s looking awfully proud of himself this morning. Strutting around with the confident swagger of a man who’s fucked a little slut half his age.”

“I’m not a slut, it was an accident.” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop myself.

Maria’s smile broadened. “He had you again for breakfast, didn’t he?”

I didn’t know what to say. There seemed little point in denying it.

“He was still hard when he got out of the shower,” Maria laughed. “I’m not an idiot, Taylor. I know what’s going on in my own house.”

I broke down. “I’m sorry Maria, I never meant for any of this to happen. It was an accident, a terrible accident. I didn’t want them to tell Mike, so I did what they ask.”

“They?” Maria shook her head. “You fucked, Derek too? You little hussy.”

This time I said nothing. As far as I could see there was nothing, I could do that wouldn’t dig a deeper hole for me.

“Well dear,” Maria towered over me. “Now it’s my turn.”

“Wait, what?” My jaw drooped open.

Maria just set her hands on her hips. “Like every other member of this household, dear. I laid eyes on you and wondered what it would be like to get inside that tight little pussy.”

Her directness shocked me, but she eyes me with that same hungry stare her husband and sons did. I just couldn’t believe the pious prude was talking to me like that.

“But church,” I stammered looking for an out. “What would they think?”

Maria shrugged. “What they don’t know, won’t hurt them.”

If she thought I was sleeping in separate beds after this, she had another thing coming.

“I’m straight, Maria.” It was the last thing I had.

“So is spaghetti, Taylor, until it’s wet.”

Her single-minded focus was more than a little flattering. She hadn’t even tried to blackmail me, like Derek had. She was just a woman who wanted to try something she’d always been denied.

I reached for the straps of my sundress and pulled them down my arms.

Her eyes were glued to the front of my light floral sundress as the neckline plunged. It clung momentarily to my nipples which had stiffened into tight little peaks.

Then it was free and slid all the way to my waist. I was topless, my soon-to-be mother-in-law biting her lip as she exercised what little restraint she could muster.

Then in a flash she was atop me, straddling me with her strong thighs. She pressed her lips over mine and pressed her tongue into my mouth. I was surprised and aroused at the same time.

Maria was an excellent kisser. Not the sort of thing I should know about my mother-in-law, but still, I couldn’t deny it. She pushed me back onto the bed, perching on my stomach as she reached for my tits. She liked those, alternating between grabbing handfuls of the soft flesh and flicking my nipples. She took her time, working me into a frenzy as she fondled me.

Letting go of them for a moment, she peeled off her own dress and threw it aside. Her bra followed moments later releasing her breasts. I figured it was only fair to return the favor, so I grabbed them and did for her exactly what she’d done for me. Tweaking and teasing to my heart’s content.

I smiled as they hardened for me, Maria letting out an appreciative moan as I fondled her. I felt her hand between my legs, and I opened them for her. What use was denying her now. My whole body was putty in her hands. She smiled wolfishly as she slipped her hand inside my thong and felt my soaked folds.

Maybe I am a slut. I thought as my mother-in-law slipped her fingers into my wet folds. There wasn’t a jury anywhere in the world that would be convinced otherwise if they knew what I’d been up to.

Still it was turning out to be a much better holiday than I’d anticipated. I’d never come so much in my life. Don’t get me wrong, Mike liked sex. But every man needed to recharge. With two other dicks at my disposal and an eager mother-in-law it was shaping up to be a wicked Christmas.

Maria sat astride me, one hand on my breasts, the other between my legs and rode me to a glorious orgasm.

“That’s it, Taylor,” Maria hissed. “Come for me sweetheart.”

I ground my mound into her palm as I convulsed with pleasure.

The sound of cars pulling into the driveway signaled the end of our tryst.

Maria withdrew her soaked hand from my pussy and stroked my face with it. The scent of my arousal was overpowering.

“Remember dear, not a word of this to anyone.”

I nodded. “Of course not.”

Maria smiled the most genuine smile she’d given me yet.

“Excellent, because tomorrow I want you to eat my pussy.”

She climbed off me, slipped back into her bra and pulled up her dress.

“Anything you say, mom.” The taboo of it sent another wicked thrill through me. “I’m sure you’ll be delicious.”

She winked and slipped out of the guest room, and I hurried back into the bathroom to clean up.

Maria had been right about spaghetti, and I’d been missing out. That was something I planned to remedy.

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