Chapter 158: Paying Pool/ Thankful Thanksgiving 001

Paying Pool:

Smiling at me, she says, "I have a game."

"Oh!" I laugh, "That's how it is, huh?"

"Yeah," she laughs, "I have to go be big and bad now."

"Big and bad, huh?" I bring her hand to my face as she nods, "Not tonight, baby." Slowly, I suck her middle finger into my mouth and her smile drops away, being replaced by a gasp and look of awe. I swirl my tongue around it and suck hard enough for her to swallow hard. Opening my mouth, I make a show of flicking the tip of her finger with my tongue, then sucking it back into my mouth quickly and pulling it out slowly.

When I get done, she closes her eyes, "I think I could cum with a touch."

"Yeah?" I smile at her and press my palm, fingertips towards the floor, against her stomach, "Can I try?" I slide my hand against her but over her jeans and she groans. I kiss her lips softly, "Please let me just touch you." I pull my hand back up her stomach and then slide it back down to undo her jeans, "Just let me get the smell of you on me." When my hand brushes her clit, I groan, "Fuck, you are wet." I slide two fingers against her clit and then part them to stroke either side of it, "Mmm you feel so good."

Her eyes clamp closed and she leans against me, "Keep doing that. Just that. Oh my God."

"Later, this will be my tongue. You'll like that, fucking my face." I can feel her pulling me closer and closer to her, signaling she's achingly close. I mumble in her ear, "You want this. God you want this so bad. You need to cum. So come on and do it." When she holds off, I get insistent, "Baby, later you can hold out on me and I'll take all the time it takes. But right now, ease the ache, baby. Give me a little one. Just one tiny one." Still holding off, she just grunts in response. I shift a bit and manage to get my middle finger inside her just slightly and flick her clit with my thumb, "Hold out on me and I'll go deeper. I'll put you against this wall and suck it out of you if I have to. You want it. I want it. You want to give it to me, don't you?"

Pressing her forehead against mine, she finally gives in, "Yes. Fuck yes." The shivering tells me she's close. Her grunting my name says she's seconds away. When she opens her eyes and says, "Please", I know she's there. Trembling, she finally gives it up, "God yes. Yes." Her chest heaves and chills break out all over her body.

When she's done, I kiss her forehead and smile, "Good girl."

"You," she stops talking and kisses me hard.

"Thank you," I smile at her as I fasten her jeans again. "I needed that."

"We're not done, you know that, right?" She almost pulls off looking hard assed when she says that.

Reaching into my bra, I pull out a keycard, "I know. That's why I have a hotel room."

Looking at me wickedly, she almost growls, "You are in so much trouble."

Tucking the keycard back in its spot, I smile, "Promise?"

The End.

Book Title: Thankful Thanksgiving

Almost immediately after I started dating my wife, my most common sexual fantasy became making love to my mother-in-law, Marilyn. Every solo session revolved around some fantasy related to fucking her. When I made love to my wife, I thought of her mom. I practically became obsessed with the idea of having my mother-in-law in bed. Never in a million years, however did I think that anything sexual in nature would happen between us in real life. And then, came Thanksgiving...

My wife Linzie and I arrived at her parents house for Thanksgving, like we did every year. Marilyn greeted us at the door. I was very pleased to see that Marilyn was wearing one of my favorites of her wardrobe--a white sweater that hugged her breasts just right and accentuated them perfectly. I had of course, never seen her boobs, but I'd seen her daughter's plenty, and I'm guessing they were very similar, maybe a bit bigger and due to about 25 more years of gravity, a bit droopier than my wife's 36Cs. I knew with that sweater, I'd been stealing a lot of glances to compare and contrast.

Upon our arrival, Marilyn gave me a big hug, and I tingled as I felt her breasts push up against my chest. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and scurried off to the kitchen to finish preparing the Thanksgiving feast.

I sat down with Linzie's father, Jim, and her older brother Ben to watch tv, taking every chance I could to look out at the kitchen to catch a glimpse of my mother-in-laws ass or tits.

I noticed Marilyn was giggling quite a bit as she talked to her daughter in the kitchen, and she seemed to be slurring her words every once in a while. Then I overheard her joking that her and Jim had finished off a whole bottle of wine that afternoon. Jim implied, he had little to do with the consumption of that bottle. It was quite clear, my mother-in-law was just a little tipsy.

In about a half-an-hour, the men were called to the kitchen to eat. We gathered around the table and began to eat. However, right after she sat down, Marilyn realized she'd forgot to get some more wine. She said she'd we could start eating and that she'd go down to the basement to get another bottle of wine.

"I'll help you," I said without even thinking about it. I was hungry for much more than turkey.

Marilyn went down the cellar steps first, which gave me an excellent view of her big hips and curvy ass as they made their way down the stairs. Marilyn pulled on the chain light and asked, "so are you hungry?"

As she turned, my eyes had to quickly dart up from her ass, "very much so."

Marilyn went over to a cabinet and reached up for the wine. At 5'5" she was struggly to reach the bottle. To the rescue I came.

In that brief moment, I decided to say fuck it, I was going to risk my marriage, my in-laws marriage, I just couldn't help it, my obsession had taken over--I was going to make a move. I slid up behind Marilyn, gently touched her elbow, and put one hand on her hip. "Let me get that," I said as I pushed my lower half up against her bottom firmly. It would be hard to mistake it for anything but a pass. I took my time grabbing the wine, pushing forward even more into her ass. She showed no signs of resistance.

After pausing one more moment to enjoy the sensation of being pressed up against her, I pulled away, the bottle of wine in hand, and a HUGE bulge in my pants.

Marilyn looked a bit stunned, "Thank you," she gasped and then her eyes noticed the bulge in my pants, "Oh my," she said with a smile.

"Sorry," I said, not really ashamed. "But YOU did it."

"I did it?"

"You do this to me all the time, I'm just usually better at hiding it."