Holiday with Mother-in-Law, Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Holiday with Mother-in-Law, Chapter 2

... my only girl, and, until last night, I have never cheated on my wife, even if she has on me. As for eating you, no, it is a very long time since I have done this also: so you are like my `virgin` pussy to eat and she absorbed my words and purred loudly. Returning to the task at hand, I quickened my slithering tongue`s progress as she arched her back a little, thrusting her pelvis at me, and I decided she needed me to reach my destination more quickly, and I pushed my face, my tongue leading, into the rivulet of her seeping juices, and hit her opening: the entrance of the canyon, down which the flow from her was waiting, a dam with the gates about to be opened. But it was an upward slide to her clit I went first, and I nibbled on it, pulling it gently into greater hardness and erectness, and she truly did squeal this time and her hands pulled at my hair and, as if its tickling was too much for her, she put it back into a pony-tail and moved it to the side, and clutched my cheeks against her, and burst the dam – before the gates opened – and poured a torrent into my mouth, nose and across my whole face, erupting into orgasm. I had to pull back to wipe my nose and mouth so I could breathe again, and I chuckled; “I didn`t hear the rain, but there must be a flash flood about, Mae” and she laughed through her moans, and noises, as her hands tugged now on my hair, my ears and my chin: time to move up her body. My cock slid inside, strong and hard enough to fight its way upstream ...

... against the flow still coming down the canyon of her cunt. But now, my hands and mouth also had her breasts to play with, and my concentration went to them, letting my amazingly healthy cock work on its own, seemingly with an `automatic` mode which could even vary strokes and depths, and keep Mae May on edge, or into a new climax. One Mae`s huge tits for another: Mae May`s were an exact copy of the pair in bed in the opposite bungalow (waiting for my cuddling hand, I did think guiltily) with one difference: when my mouth closed over her mound as far as possible, my tongue lapped at her nipple, and it grew long and hard and bigger than Mae Number 1`s had been. My teeth latched on gently, and my tongue laved that nipple, seeking the flow of her Motherly milk – an impossible result, obviously, but a challenge, both stimulating and sexual, feeling I was doing something forbidden: like incest between Mother and Son. What I did find: my attention to her breasts gave Mae May an instant climax, different to, and distinct from, when the attention was my mouth to her cunt, and I had the sense it was different, even though my cock was fucking her cunt. How surprising: if women could have different types of orgasms! But I am a mere mortal male – we have one type of climax only, as far as I knew. I swapped breasts, intelligence-gathering even as I loved what I was finding out about, and she shuddered through another strong bout of her feelings. Pulling my mouth off and my head up, “Mae, your ...