“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.
Upon that realization, Gina lowered her pussy until my whole nine inch dick was buried in her pussy. Her pussy was so wet. So tight. So fucking tight. This was the greatest experience of my life. Her tight pussy massaged my dick as she sat there unmoving, her juices dripping down my balls. Then, she started to flex her ass. We both moaned out load at this. She started to slowly rise on my dick, then fall again. She maintained this slow pace for an excruciatingly long time. Her pussy shucking up and down my dick was driving me nuts. My hands rose to her hips, helping her in her fucking rhythm. The pace started to speed up as the fucking became more brutal, more violent. She would bounce on my dick furiously for a period of time, and then would grind on it when she sat all her weight on it when it was buried fully inside her.
Finally understanding my place, I reached up and cupped her tits in my hands. They oozed through my fingers as they had through hers. I squeezed again and again, finally indulging myself in them after so many years of wanting to. They did not disappoint. They were soft, they were smooth. They were firm. They were perfect. I reached towards her nipples and tweaked them, causing her to moan out loud. I wasn’t doing this for myself. I was doing this for her. I was trying to get her to cum. I was more concerned with her orgasm than mine. I now truly was her sex-slave.