I hated to see my mother-in-law crying
I found it hard, but she blew me away when she felt my hard
My wife Georgina and I had been childhood sweethearts. Her folks lived in one of the big houses in the plushest part of town, and I loved spending time there.
A large part of that was because Mrs. Danvers, Georgina’s mom, was such a milf. As a teenager, I used to get a hard on whenever I went round to their place and saw her in her bikini by the pool or fixing breakfast in a silk dressing gown.
Doctor Danvers was a dentist, a real cool guy to play golf with, and always good fun at barbecues. Everyone in town knew him as Doctor Dan rather than Doctor Danvers, and it was because of him that I chose to study dentistry. Georgina and I got married soon after I graduated, and he took me on in his practice as an associate.
It devastated the whole community when he dropped down dead in the clinic with a heart attack.
I had tried to resuscitate him, but it was no use. You can imagine how guilty I felt about that, which no amount of reassurance from Georgina or Candice — that’s my mother-in-law’s name — were kind enough to give me after the funeral.
But anyway, life goes on, and Georgina and I did what we could to support Candice. I’d drop in to cut her lawns, clean the pool or do any chores.
Candice was putting a brave face on during her bereavement, I knew that. Then that Saturday morning, when I dropped in to see if I could mend her laptop. I saw her standing at her kitchen island preparing lunch. She was weeping with the tears running down her lovely cheeks. My heart went out to her.
She was dressed in sexy hot pants and a skimpy black halter top. Seeing her like that brought back the old reaction I used to get as a teen. An instant hard.
“Candice, I’m so sorry,” I said, going to her and wrapping my arms about her meaning to give a big comforting hug. “It’ll get easier for us all. I just hate seeing you cry like this.”
She gave a smile and wiped her tears with the back of her hand. “But I’m not crying, Ben. It’s the onions I’m chopping for a salad.” She giggled. “It’s a good thing Georgina isn’t with you. She even hates the smell of onions.”
I stared at her in surprise, then smiled, entranced by those captivating lips of hers. She had Hollywood teeth and a mouth that looked so kissable. As a teen I had imagined maybe a thousand times those lips sucking my cock.
As if reading my thoughts, her smile deepened and she pressed her body into my hug. Feeling her firm breasts and her cherry hard nipples pushing into my chest made my cock even harder.
And then she started to grind her pussy against me.
“And what have we here, Ben? Is this the cock I used to have to pretend I didn’t see all those times you came over when you and Georgina were dating as kids?”
“I…I guess so, Candice.”
“Then I think it’s time I saw it, don’t you?” she asked, undoing my belt and unzipping my pants. She kissed me, shoving her tongue into my mouth as she dexterously pulled out my cock with one hand and cupped my balls with the other.
“Candice, what about — ?”
“This isn’t a time to think about anyone else, Ben. It’s not about Dan or Georgina, it’s about us and what we’ve both wanted to do with this cock for all these years.”
She dropped down to her knees and gave me the most wonderful blow job imaginable.
“I’ve wanted to suck you off so many times, Ben,” she said as she licked my shaft and drooled over my balls.
I pulled her halter up and grabbed her breasts. “And I’ve dreamed of fondling your tits,” I said as I pinched her nipples.
With my cock in her mouth, Candice pulled her halter off and then pushed her hot pants down.
“I think it’s time we buried this cock in my cunt where it’s been destined to go for all these years, don’t you, Ben?”
She stood then swept the chopped onions, tomatoes and salad leaves off the island and leapt up to sit on it with her legs wide open.
I couldn’t resist burying my face in her pussy first. I sucked her clit, shoved my tongue inside her, and squeezed her thighs. Then I sucked her breasts and finger fucked her. She was moaning with pleasure all the time, until finally she grabbed my hair and pulled me up to kiss me.
“Now ram that gorgeous cock up my cunt,” she commanded. “I can’t wait any more.”
So, we fucked on the island, then we fucked against the ice box, then we fucked like wild animals, rolling over and over on the floor.
“I’m…I’m coming, Candice,” I said and started to withdraw.
“Don’t you dare come out yet,” she said, forcefully, locking her legs round me. “I want to feel you shoot your cum inside me.”
And I did, in what seemed like five or six long spasms. The accumulated fantasies and frustrations of all those years went up her cunt as her orgasm hit her and she clung to me as her pussy muscles clamped tight round my cock.
“Now I want to taste our mixed cum and pussy juice,” she said after a few moments of further passionate kissing and fondling.
“Me too, Candice,” I said as we switched into 69 position with her on top.
I sucked and licked her pussy, scooping our loves juices with my tongue, while she licked my cock and balls clean.
“Now hasn’t that been worth the wait, Ben?” she asked when we were lying side by side, thoroughly spent.
“It was a hell of a release,” I agreed. “But I’m not sure I can wait so long again.”
“You don’t have to, as long as we’re discreet. The last thing I’d ever want to do is hurt my Georgie.”
Georgina had not felt like having sex since her Dad died, but that day when I got back from Candice’s house, something changed. Maybe it was the pheromones that I must have been covered in. Anyway, I was kind of startled when she pushed me against our ice box and delved in my pants for my cock. Fortunately, I was instantly ready, as I was still aroused from thinking of the recent love-making with her mother.
“I need your cock inside me, Ben. It’s been too long,” she said, her voice deep and wanton.
“But first I want to lick it all over and taste your balls.”
She had my cock in her mouth a few moments later. Then suddenly she pulled away in disgust.
“Yuk! Onions! How the fuck does your cock smell and taste of onions?”
I had to do some fast thinking.
