The mother-in-law

Not all people are lucky enough to get a mother-in-law who is also a very nice and beautiful person; I was lucky enough to marry Renata, because Dona Ruth is a piece of bad path that every macho covets; since the time of dating she always treated me very well even with a certain almost maternal affection which made Renata a little uncomfortable, but which I liked very much. After the marriage she began to assiduously visit our house always solicitously offering her loans and taking care of everything that was within her reach; during Renata's pregnancy we had many first relationship problems, since she rejected me in bed stating that she did not feel arousal and that the pains were torture; I understood her situation and pushed me away from my desire for her, which was not an easy task because before the pregnancy and Renata and I both trampled like cowards and forced cohabitation was almost exhausting. At any rate, I had to deal with several punches throughout the day, until I really had to resort to something more substantial; at that time there was a diarist who was taking care of some household chores and who woke the worst of me blinded by the heat. On one of those occasions when I was at home and my wife had retreated to the room in order to take a nap in the middle of the afternoon I came to Sylvia, the diarist, already getting heavy; she was in the kitchen and I approached her with exposed hard cock asking for a blowjob. -You're crazy! I'm married! <unk> she replied after backing away from me, but without taking her eyes off the tool <unk> And Mrs. Renata is in the room! That's it or I'll fire you! <unk> Did I warn you in a threatening tone <unk> or don't you need money? Seeing that she had no choice, Silvia approached me again on her knees and already holding the pistol with one of her hands feeling its hardness and dimensions. <unk>Suck that cock immediately, and stop rolling!<unk>, I cried when she began to lick the head of the stick and I was surprised by the reaction, because the bitch sucked my stick like someone who was hungry passing to give a suck of respect ..., even better than my wife's! I enjoyed that suck as a prisoner who sees freedom for the first time after a long time of imprisonment surprising me with the diarist's dedication in swallowing and spitting the cock for successive times. And there came a moment when I was seized by an uncontrolled enthusiasm holding Silvia's hair leaving her motionless so that I could punch the pike in her mouth with even more vehement and deep blows; the woman really seemed to know well the riddle for she did not depart from the challenge holding steady while receiving my vigorous blows; finally, after so much effort and without possibility of warning I reached my climax ejaculating inside Silvia's mouth that even struggling was not able to retain the abundant load of sperm letting much of it slip between the corners of the lips bouncing on the kitchen floor. As soon as we fainted, we almost fell backwards, such was the state of exhaustion that had taken over our bodies. Silvia ran to the bathroom to wash her face and returned with a damp cloth to wipe the floor smeared with male milk. "My dear, hey! What a mess you've unloaded! But it's better this way because we're not going to do it again!" she said with a tone of reproach. -That's what you think! <unk> I replied in an ironic tone without raising my voice <unk> As long as this pregnancy of Renata lasts you will suck my pistol ..., understood? Feigning an expression of revolt Silvia nodded her head and from that day I found a way to relieve my sexual tension by punishing the diarist's mouth; this lasted for some time until the day I came home from work and found Mrs. Ruth taking care of some household chores. "Hello, son-in-law! I prepared a very tasty dinner for you and a little supper for Renata! Today she didn't have a good day", she announced with a broad smile on her face. I was puzzled by the surprise and discreetly asked about the diarist. "Oh, I dismissed that mockery! She can't do anything right!" she replied, still stirring in the stove. "Since I have free time, I'll stay here with you until my grandchild is born!" I confess that answer was a bath of cold water in my expectations and again I found myself depending on some manual satisfaction to relieve my thirst! And the days followed torturous and full of expectation, since even for a manual relief I had to hide from the shrewd eyes of Dona Ruth. The punches, which were several, no longer solved my problem and whenever I looked for the body of Renata in the bed she pushed me away as her I was contaminated with some kind of deadly virus which turned my irritation into revolt bordering on fury. Eventually our baby came into the world, making me imagine that everything would go back to the way it was before, but this was another big mistake; Renata only paid attention to the child, and in the so-called period of shelter sex was even more prohibitive. And at the party to celebrate the birth I was attacked by a sleepy provocation. <unk>And there, brother-in-law! I bet the sister left you in the dry, didn't she?<unk>, whispered Eva the younger sister of my wife and for whom I already had a vague interest. Eva was the typical naughty nymph who loved to rub on the males in provocation and then let them see the ships; for a while I was part of that group of palermas that learned their lesson and even walked away. -And if she did, what's wrong with you? <unk> I retorted in a grumpy tone <unk> You're going to help me in what way, you little bastard? -I'll go to the bathroom and wait for you there <unk> she replied still in a whispering tone <unk> if you come I guarantee you won't regret it! I thought and thought, weighing the pros and cons, especially because I knew the bitch and feared another trick from her, but I was finally overcome by the possibility of killing my desire; and when I entered the bathroom of the edícula, the bitch was sitting naked on the lid of the toilet, finishing smoking a base. <unk>Hummm, put that crazy bitch out right away to give a blowjob!<unk>, she asked in a tone of voice while she massaged the protruding spine of my bermuda. Malus the pistol and Eva fell into a mouthful and a mouthful squeezing my balls and holding my glands between my little lips to give a good squeeze. Already impatient! I tied the bitch by the waist and drove the pistol towards the vulva performing a vigorous pelvic strike until I buried my tool deeply keeping it inside while Eve groaned low and bouncing like crazy; I fucked that bucket with vigorous and always deep movements not taking long to give her orgasms that happened without stopping; I was so crazy with excitement that I noticed my conscience getting confused and even caring about being caught by someone and taking no care of any went on fucking my naughty little sister-in-law while she struggled not to whine or scream reporting what was happening in that bathroom and enjoying an almost endless orgasmic wave that already licked my belly and also the inner part of Eve's thighs, panting on the ceramic floor. When I thought to warn her of my approaching pleasure, a slingshot rushed the process and I ended up ejaculating profusely inside my sister-in-law's meaded mouthpiece while enjoying the delicious sensation of pleasure that made my body shake. "Ahhh! What a wonderful fuck, my spiky brother-in-law! That was all good!" she commented in a complimentary tone as we unhooked ourselves looking for something available to clean ourselves; spending almost a roll of toilet paper we recovered and announced that Eva would go out first, advising me to wait a while before doing the same. "Oh, no, partner, I always carry a morning-after pill with me!" she replied before I even asked about the possible risk of an unwanted pregnancy. To my relief, after three more months of drought, Renata and I went back to the old days climbing like crazy to make up for all the backlog; even with Dona Ruth still living with us, whenever there was a gap there Renata and I were having a good time. On a damp Saturday afternoon, we were elated when my mother-in-law announced that she would take our son for a walk at friends' houses and that she would be back soon, opening the opportunity for us to have the whole house just for our enjoyment. As soon as she left, I rushed into the kitchen where Renata was washing some glasses and I had already begun to put my hand inside the top, groping and massaging her delicious tits with little nipples, gestures that had already left my wife at the point of rubbing her butt against my groin; with that provocative invitation, I stood behind her, already pulling her bermuda shorts to the floor, leaving her beautiful little bundle to show; Renata stood her butt open, allowing me to catch a glimpse of her smooth buttocks and octopus; I squeezed her buttocks far enough to fit my face between them by passing the juicy hot and wet ling. Between groans and shrieks my wife was teasing her body, getting rid of the top with busy gestures, and putting one hand behind her stroking my head in a frank urge to go on with the voracious tongues. "Fuck me, love! Please! Fuck me!" she pleaded in a hushed voice and pleading tone, demanding that I heed her plea; I stood up and, still keeping her buttocks apart, drove the stick in the direction of the grotto, striking one more blow fiercely enough to bury her as deeply as possible, making Renata scream hallucinatingly. As I struck with speed and depth, it gave my wife an almost endless succession of orgasms that her cock flailed at the same time as her body lustfully squeezed her other throat by licking her mouth a little bit more, widening the limits of our kissing; her face, in turn, was a delight, without losing our rhythm. Our clash lasted for a long time until I was driven to climax and before I could alert Renata a longer spasm accompanied by muscle tightening made my sphincter contract and my limb pulsate leading to the joy that poured into Renata's little mouth in hot, thick jets whose contraction provoked in my wife a final sensory experience like a joy flowing in small waves. We remained sweaty, exhausted, but satisfied. We ran to the bathroom and took a comforting shower returning to the room where we were watching television for some time ... in fact, for a short time Renata looked at me with a provocative expression. -I want to give you something <unk> she said at one point without looking directly at me <unk> do you want? As soon as I nodded my head, Renata stood up and took off her clothes coming towards me; kneeling between my legs, she took off her pantyhose and started sucking until she was covered in sweat; returning to the sofa and standing on all fours on it. "Come and eat my cousin, come! That's your present!" she suggested with a dengue-like tone already rocking her juicy ass. That invitation took me by surprise, because anal sex had always been a taboo between us although I had insisted a few times; with the pistol vibrating without stopping I took off my clothes and set off for the fight; once again I separated her buttocks and licked the area, only this time I paid attention to the tiny twilight that flashed without stopping. I bathed my tongue in the groove and poked the hole with my tongue causing Renata to release hysterical screams of excitement; then I took a position and gave a few brush strokes on the groove to make everything more licking until the moment that without warning I began to give strong nudges against the hole that showed itself reluctant to give in before the beast; I kept poking until, finally, the gland burst into the wound forcing a painful lacing that made Renata scream in pain. Upon hearing her lamentations I interrupted the anal attack and waited until she signaled me what would come next. <unk>Argh! Afff! Mete, love! Mete! <unk> she said in a voice between short and impatient; she heeded her request and withdrew the invasion of cold shock with slightly accentuated strokes on the beast. When the penetration reached its peak, I felt the pistol buried in Renata's busted ass who even with a painful face did not give up the game asking me to start striking vigorously; the first movements were somewhat shy and without rhythm, but as I noticed Renata's face transitioning to relief and soon after a dull softness I intensified the kicks making them chain and deep until I made the fuck an unhealthy sensory experience with blows and more blows punishing the butt up to the sound of the groans and screams of my wife who was delighted with the feeling of being cured. And in that delirious rhythm we gave ourselves to feel body and soul and Renata enjoyed her first pleasure that she made a point of revealing leaving me in an exaggerated excitement to the point of my avizo enjoying herself. I was at the peak of pleasure when I was defeated by my organism which once again betrayed me by provoking an orgasm not as torrential as the previous one, but as vehement as it ..., and that's when the thing boiled. "CHILD! WHAT IS THAT?" cried Mrs. Ruth as she burst into the room causing such a commotion that it left me stunned; my wife realizing that she was alone without the company of our son did not miss the class by contracting the sphincter to imprison my pistol inside her. -That's your daughter giving her ass to her husband! <unk> replied Renata emphatically and with a frightening naturalness <unk> or are you going to tell me that you never gave your ass to daddy? And that's my house! At that moment I couldn't tell who was more stunned by Renata's answer: her mother or myself! It was the first time I heard my wife speaking in that tone to her own mother who in turn was stunned by her daughter's words; Renata decided to release my thumb allowing me to pull it out still with a certain rigidity and pushing off drops of semen; while Renata continued to complain to her mother I couldn't help but notice the expressive looks that Dona Ruth, again and again, addressed to my document, coming to bite her lips in an unequivocal demonstration that it excited her! After some time I decided to intervene to alleviate the situation that still seemed a little comical, with a naked couple surprised in an anal fuck, arguing with the mother-in-law who was dressed and stunned; when all the moods were calmer I suggested to Renata that we go to our room to recover and I also asked Mrs. Ruth where our son was. "Er, he stayed in my house with the fake grandfather ..., but I will go back there to get him", she replied still looking from the side to my parakeet. After she left I went to Renata who was crying because of the way she had spoken to her mother; I reassured her and the next day everything seemed to have returned to normal. A few weeks later, on a Friday, Renata went out with our baby in order to take him to meet her friends and warned me that it might take a little longer than usual; I reassured her that she should enjoy it since it was the first time she had left home in a long time; sitting in the living room I was taken by a sudden excitement when I thought of my mother-in-law; after all, Ruth was a stout woman even at her age; she had prominent breasts whose beaks lived by marking the clothes denouncing that in addition to not wearing a skirt she also lived with erection; her butt was rolled up and well stepped, calling attention when she was panting while walking; and all this with a face full of sympathy and quiet with a always brown smile. Following an instinct that dominated me, I took off my clothes and began a masturbation right there in the room thinking about my mother-in-law; I was absorbed, sitting on the sofa with my legs stretched out, my feet resting on the table and my eyes half closed delighting myself with a handsome handjob that I did not even notice that someone had entered; I only realized the situation when this person sat on the sofa next to me; I opened my eyes and saw Ruth sitting next to me with a gluttonous expression; her look seemed glazed in watching my masturbation, but she did not say a word. Even fearing rejection, I held out my free hand to her, who stared at me with an indecisive expression just before she put her hand on mine; with careful gestures I was bringing her hand up to the very tip of my limb and I interrupted the fist trying to make her hold the blowgun; Ruth showed herself hesitant avoiding facing my face and looking only at the pistol in laughter. "Go mother-in-law! Beat a fist for your son-in-law of the heart!" I asked in a kind and almost whispering tone; upon hearing my words she took the blowgun in her hand and passed it to examine it more carefully; after checking the dimensions and also the rigidity she started a fist that was gradually gaining intensity leaving me in the throes of madness. That warm, soft little hand could barely fit the caliber of my blow job, and her careful gestures demonstrated not only a hard-on, but also a certain affection that immediately captivated me. Ruth continued to masturbate me, and as her movements gained pace I struggled to prolong the arrival of the pleasure determined to make the most of that unique opportunity she was giving me; but the real surprise came when I began to twist with the very close enjoyment and Ruth did something impressive. Perceiving the situation she bent down until she managed to trap the glans between her lips by gently squeezing it while intensifying the fist forcing me to enjoy; a spasm followed by involuntary muscle contractions led me towards the enjoyment that erupted in jets of sperm inside the mouthpiece of my mother-in-law who demonstrating a unique skill held the load without letting even a drop run by swallowing it immediately afterwards. When she raised her face cleaning her lips with the palm of her hand we were faced with a ludicrous look signaling that this was not the end, but only the beginning. A few minutes later, Ruth was lying on the sofa with her legs open with me plunging her face between her thighs initiating a sequence of tongues gushing in her hot, dripping, and delicious taste. It didn't take much oral effort to trigger a wave of orgasms rattling Ruth's body and leaving me in a state of ecstatic exhilaration at the result of my dedication to the sound of her hysterical moans and screams; time was passing and soon a new erection made my brute awaken eager to indulge in the hot, juicy meats of my mother-in-law's bouquet; Ruth made a point of squatting on the couch asking for a puppy-style fuck which I accepted without arguing; a few brush strokes at the entrance of the cave made Ruth groan even more and getting to enjoy a first orgasm already begging for me to penetrate her. I buried the pistol in that succulence with a single quick and accurate blow making Ruth scream with excitement; I then began to stock up vigorously and already at the beginning of our copulation she enjoyed more orgasms with more vehemence than the previous ones stimulating me to strike energetically reaching to shake the body of my mother-in-law who could not stop moaning and screaming asking for more pleasure. <unk>Ahnnn! Uhhh! Hmmm! Don't stop! Don't stop! Get in the ass! Get in! <unk>, babbled Ruth in a broken voice; upon hearing that plea I felt the pyroclastic pulse stronger and without loss of time I pulled the beast out of the cave already looking for the briocho that was immolated with a contundent bump bearing his prayers for the invasion that would follow if allowed. Ruth did not restrain herself between screams, sighs and moans making it clear to me that anal fuck was her favorite (perhaps a kind of genetic inheritance!); the penetration was more efficient than I imagined, but still that little hole washed my bang perfectly; so it was that we raised the level of the fuck to the point where sweat poured through all our pores and our breathing became almost breathless without any of us showing any cooling. Unfortunately all that effort soon took its price and when I announced the approach of my climax Ruth stimulated me to enjoy it inside. A last sarcasm of capitulation for finally reaching the joy that flowed in hopes of sperm flooding into my bowels. "Oh my gosh! What have we done!" she commented right after we unhooked. "Let's just leave it at that, shall we? Pretend it didn't happen?" I remained silent because I did not have a ready answer; however, when Ruth opened her legs, took her hand under the gutter, rubbed her fingers in the semen that poured from her crackling broth, and brought it to her mouth to suck with a languid look, I was sure that there was no way to pretend that afternoon had not happened; after all, it had happened and it was too good. Fearing a possible flagrant, Ruth did not clean herself up by putting on her clothes and preparing to leave. "Let's leave it as it is!" she replied with emphasis when I asked her what we would do when she saw us open the door and leave without looking back; that night I was angry with Renata because of the memories of the afternoon with her mother.