All I know was that when I became aware of my surroundings again, when I was realized there was no longer any nipples in my mouth, it was dusk. I was lying on my back. Then, I felt it. I felt a hungry mouth sucking my dick. I looked down and saw Gina, on all fours, with her bobbing mouth surrounding my dick. She took it out and started to stroke it. My dick was standing tall, pointing at the ceiling, covered with my mother-in law’s saliva. Her full lips parted as she rubbed them lazily around the head of my dick, using my pre-cum as lip gloss. She bobbed a few more times, before taking it out once again and resuming her stroking. She planted wet, juicy kisses all over it as she started to speak.
“Son, I must admit, I’ve never had anyone suck on my nipples like that. You must really love them if you suck on them so hard, for so long. I just wanted to show you my appreciation.” Gina said to me. She resumed sucking my dick. Her mouth felt so good. It was wet and tight, and her tongue felt like it was in three places at once. She was able to take my dick all the way down, her chin resting on my balls. She stared up at me, enjoying my reaction. Then she started to suck hard. Her mouth was sucking me so hard it felt like I was going to rise off the bed. Then, she slowed down, and lazily ran her tongue all over my dick. It was without a doubt the best blowjob I had ever received. She removed her mouth again and resumed her gentle kisses on his dick. She popped my balls into his mouth one at a time. She was holding me on the edge of a massive orgasm. Her mouth left my balls and started to speak again.
“Like I said, I wanted to show you my appreciation.” She started, planting kisses on my dickhead between sentences. “You made me cum several times, just by sucking on my nipples. So I thought I would suck on you a little bit.” Kiss. “But I’m not going to let you cum just yet.” Kiss. “You’re sperm would be wasted if I swallow it.” Kiss. “I can think of better uses for it.” Kiss. “I think the best use for all this tasty sperm would be for it to be deep inside my pussy,” Kiss. “flooding me,” Kiss. “trying to inseminate my eggs,” Kiss. “trying to get me pregnant.” Kiss. “Don’t you agree?” Kiss.
“Yes. YES! I’ll do whatever you want! Just fuck me.” I screamed out, my voice hoarse.
“But, just so were clear.” Kiss. “You want to get me pregnant, right?” Kiss. “You want me to have your babies?” Kiss. “You want to breed with me?” Kiss. “Breed with your own mother-in-law?” Kiss. “You want your mother-in-law to be the mother of your children?” Kiss. “Is that what you want?” Kiss.
“Yes! I want to get you pregnant. Yes, I want you to have my babies, all my babies. Just please, FUCK ME!” I yelled out, delirious, but meaning every word.
She lifted her hand off my dick with a flourish and rose up. She crawled over me on all fours. It was at this point that I realized how swollen my balls felt. Keeping me on edge for so long had backed up so much cum in my balls that they felt twice their size. I needed to cum so fucking bad. She was now straddling my dick. She reached down to point it straight towards her pussy. She rubbed the head up and down her pussy, and through the hair above it. She finally settled it at the entrance of her pussy.
This was it. The moment of truth. I was about to fuck my own mother-in-law. How did I get to this point in my life? As much as I hated to admit it, I always knew it would come to this. I had put up many fronts to guard myself from the truth, but Gina had blown through my defenses. Sex with my mother-in-law was inevitable. I was too proud to admit the truth. I had never been satisfied by my wife. I had always discreetly checked out any hot older woman that I happened to meet. And once my perfect, MILF, mother-in-law came into the picture, the future was clear. The day of my wedding, I was a naïve young man, with a bright future ahead of him. If that Matt had been told that his future rested with a woman 21 years his senior, he never would have believed it. I’m not into old ladies, he would have said. But as I layed here, poised to become my mother-in-law’s sex slave, I realized one thing: I couldn’t be happier.
