“Well, it’s been three months,” I admitted.
She smiled and touched my cheek. “It doesn’t have to be that way, you know.”
“Is that an invitation?”
“An open invitation,” she smiled.
I don’t know exactly what went through my head at that moment but I think I knew at that point in time that I wanted my mother-in-law. I wanted her to be my lover in spite of the fact that both of us were married. Maybe it was the combination of seeing her between my spread legs with her mouth full of my cock, the way she looked just then as she remained between my legs and the fact that I realized my own marriage was going nowhere. I just sat staring at her for a long moment without speaking, and it must have been something in my face, but her next words took me by surprise.
“Are you having regrets?”
“Are you kidding?” I grinned. “Why do you ask?”
“You were just so silent,” she said with a shrug, her voice small and somewhat hesitant.
“Do you have any regrets?”
She shook her head and smiled. “Not one.”
“The only regret I have is that we didn’t get together like this sooner.”
“Oh, Terry…”
I stood up, led Jane into the living room and had her lie back on the sofa. Then, as she spread her long legs wide for me, I crawled between them and touched my lips to hers. We kissed with the same intensity and passion as before while we held each other tightly. Jane’s nails dug into the soft skin of my back, yet it felt magnificent. I felt her legs go around my waist, and then the soft soles of her feet began to caress my ass.
I’ve always been a little inhibited with sex but my mother-in-law brought out the latent beast in me. I began to truly feast on her face: her lips, tongue, cheeks, eyes and nose. It made no difference to me. I wanted to taste all of her, to explore and know her in ways that even her husband wouldn’t be familiar with.
It was a struggle of sorts, with both of us in a weird sex competition as we kissed and licked and tasted each other. Loud heated moans of pleasure filled the room as Jane and I savored the other. Suddenly, while I licked and kissed her throat, I realized that I was hard again. Before Jane, I was never able to bounce back so quickly, but my mother-in-law was able to arouse me and keep me that way.
I slid down a little until I came face to face with her sweet tits. Jane’s tits were much bigger and sexier than her daughter’s, and I just stared at them for a long moment, without moving or saying a word. What drew my attention, other than the fact that her tits were easily a DD cup, were the brown aureoles – bigger than a silver dollar – and fat, hard nipples that were about a half-inch long.
“You like my tits, baby?”
“I love them!”
“They liked to be sucked,” she grinned.
I didn’t need another invitation. I sucked and bit and chewed Jane’s fat nipples while I kneaded the heavy white globes with my hands. Jane’s hands grasped my head as she tilted her head back a little. I could still see her face and the look of sheer desire spurred me on. Pleasuring my wife’s mother – especially after she had given me the most incredible blowjob – was the most important thing on my mind at the time.
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