Joan the Best Mother-in-law Ever - Sex Stories

Joan the Best Mother-in-law Ever

... I could have crawled into bed with Rachel but no such luck. Joan brought me a pillow and a blanket and joked that there shouldn't be any "sleep walking" during the night. I was tempted but didn't want to ruin my stay over pass and I was actually very tired and went right to sleep. That next morning I woke up and it took me a few minutes to figure out where I was. After the morning fog on my brain lifted I quickly remembered that I had stayed over at Rachel's and was on the couch in the living room. What had woken me was Joan in the kitchen making breakfast. I bet she was making her famous pancakes. Great. What I noticed next wasn't so great. I had taken my shirt off before I went to sleep and obviously I had managed to get the rest of my clothes off too during the night. I normally sleep nude and must have shed my clothes out of habit. Not only was I naked but to make matters worse the blanket I was using had fallen off onto the floor as well. Just as I was realizing this, Joan walked from the kitchen into the living room to check on me. The sun hadn't quite come up yet but there was more than enough light for her to see that I was laying on her couch, naked, with a superb case of morning wood. Normally I'm proud of my 7 inch soldier and even keep the hair groomed really short and the balls shaved nice and clean so he gets his full credit, but at that moment I was willing him to shrink to nothing out of embarrassment. To my horror having an audience only caused it to swell ...

... painfully to its maxim size. So I was in a fix. I didn't know what Joan was going to say and I didn't know how to react. I half-expected her to scream in terror or run from the room to get her husband Bob (It turns out that Bob was normally out of town each weekend). After about 5 seconds that seemed to stretched on forever I realized she thought I was still asleep, so I just went with that plan and laid perfectly still with my eyes mostly closed and my dick waving in the air like the attention whore that it was. Joan just stared at it and said nothing. She then walked to the other side of the living room and disappeared down the hall. I wasn't sure what she was going to do but evidently she was just checking to see if any one else was up yet. A few seconds later I heard her return footsteps. Did she get Rachel out of bed to deal with it? Was she getting sharp scissors to deal with me? I had no clue what to expect but my only game plan was to fake being asleep and deny knowing about it. She walked softly back over to the couch where I lay naked, pretending to be fast asleep. Joan reached her hand out and tapped me on the shoulder softly. I didn't move. She then put her hand on my leg and whispered my name quietly and of course I just laid there and tried to breathe evenly as though I were fast asleep. I watched Joan as she looked back at my swollen dick and moved her hand up and wrapped her fingers around it as much as she could. She squeezed it ever so softly a couple times ...