My Mother in Law and I PART V (Final Encounter) | 2016

Sorry for the delay in stories--the shitstorm I mentioned in one of my previous posts is just barely dying down.

Anyway, after the encounter with Melanie in the car in the parking lot, she avoided me again, like after our first encounter. Only this time, I truly got the sense that she wasn’t playing a game or anything. Remember when I said in a previous post how she always played it cool, while I was more on the nervous side? Well now the roles were switched. Now Melanie got nervous whenever we were in a room together with Kathy or Melanie’s husband. The shame and guilt that she had stirred in me was gone, and I felt like I was in control now. I wasn’t Melanie’s little bitch or fucktoy. The moment her lips wrapped around my cock and I came into her mouth, she become my little fucktoy. In the short week before our final encounter, I toyed with Melanie. Even with Kathy in the room I’d get close to Melanie; when I passed by her I’d run my hand across her ass. I was so stupidly and brazenly bold, looking back it’s a little embarrassing. One afternoon when Melanie was prepping some veggies for dinner, I came downstairs and after pouring myself a glass of water, I felt that stupid brazen boldness and asked her if she wanted to go grocery shopping with me. Her cheeks grew so red, as red as they were after she spat out my cum in the car. She stopped prepping the veggies and asked me to finish, all without looking at me. She went upstairs, and as I was slicing the veggies (I’d felt kinda bad at this point) I heard the sound of her elliptical machine upstairs.

Our next encounter would not have occurred without the help of tequila. I came home from a dinner around ten. Kathy went straight to bed, and I decided to “read downstairs”. I wasn’t scared this time, or nervous. I flipped through the pages like a stack of cards, waiting patiently until I heard them--Melanie’s footsteps on the stairs. She had a mason jar in one hand and drank what was left of it. It was a margarita. She was wearing gym shorts and a tank top. Her lazy, indoor clothes.

“Hello Anthony,” she said, not looking at me, not caring. She went into the kitchen and gathered the ingredients for another margarita. She looked around at the island, where she had her bottles, shot glasses, cup, and blender. She looked like she was stalling for time. She poured herself a shot and took it.

“Want a shot, Anthony?” she asked.

“No thanks,” I said, pretending to read.

“I need some more tequila,” she said, after a few silent moments. “I can’t drive. I’ve been drinking.”

“I’ll drive you,” I said, jumping for the opportunity.

Melanie said okay. I ran upstairs, trying hard not to show my excitement, and swapped my gym shorts for jeans. I shook Kathy awake and told her I was taking her mom to the store. She muttered something and went back to sleep. I ran back downstairs. Melanie was waiting in the foyer.

“Let’s go,” I said.

We got in the car, and that’s when I started to worry about what was going to go down, and how. What do I do? Do I park somewhere? Do I just flat out ask her? My palms got sweaty and I got nervous for the first time until Melanie spoke up.

“Turn left here,” she said.

I did as I was told and we drove down a long residential street until we passed by the last row of houses; now all we drove by was a large dirt field to our right.

“Park here,” said Melanie. I did. There were houses to our left, but the street was wide, and if anybody noticed we’d parked, they didn’t care.

We were quiet in the car. I sat back in my seat and killed the engine. Melanie looked out the window. “Come into the back,” she said quickly and quietly. She got out of the car and sat in the back seat. I didn’t hesitate, and followed suit. By the time I sat down next to her, Melanie had brought her shorts and panties down to her ankles.

“We have to do it fast before someone sees,” she said shakily.

She was scared, I could tell. Scared of being caught, scared of fucking her son-in-law. She was scared, but she still sat on top of me. I kissed her and ran my hands from her neck down to her chest. I pulled her tank top down under her tits, pulling down the shoulder straps, and sucked on her nipples and rubbed her tits. She moaned and grinded her pussy against my jeans.

“Take off your pants,” she said.

I slid my pants down to my ankles and realized something, and my heart stopped.

“I don’t have a condom,” I said, stupidly.

“It’s okay,” said Melanie. She was hovering over me and slowly swooped down, rubbing her lips on my hard cock. Melanie explained to me she had had a hysterectomy four years ago, and that she couldn’t get pregnant.

“You can come inside me,” she said. She was still scared, you could tell from her voice. She continued rubbing her pussy on my cock. Precum pooled at the top. Her pussy felt soft yet rough; it was obvious that she had shaved her pussy recently, and I was feeling the growing hairs against my cock. It tickled my cock and made it twitch.

“Tell me you want me inside you,” I said.

Melanie nodded, “I want you inside me,” she said. “Inside me, now.”

Melanie grabbed my cock and stuck it up her pussy and sat down. She felt soft inside, and I slid right in. She gave a whimper and started bouncing on my cock, a little awkwardly, to be honest. She fixed herself into a squatting position, with her feet on the carseats, bouncing, her pussy coming down to the base of my cock and up, then back down again. I kissed Melanie’s neck, cheeks, her lips, her tits, god her tits were beautiful. She had dark, large nipples. Milfy nipples, really.

I sat up so that I could get as deep inside as possible.

“Are you coming?” Melanie asked me.

“Almost,” I said. I couldn’t hold it much longer. We weren’t being discreet, and I’m sure the car looked like a bouncy house to anyone watching.

“Come inside me,” she said. “Hurry.”

There it was again. Hurry. She wanted my come inside her pussy as soon as possible, she needed my come inside of her, to drip down to her asshole once I pulled out. I reached my hands over Melanie’s asscheeks. I squeezed one and toyed her asshole with the other (Melanie whimpered at that, she must’ve loved it) and then I couldn’t hold it much longer.

“I’m coming,” I said.

“Good,” she said. She said it again, “Good, good, good.” She kept on saying good, faster and faster, her voice getting high, until she came, and then I came. I kept thrusting inside of her, my come dripping out, my cock covered in it. I gave Melanie one last big kiss. I wanted to kiss her more, but she turned away. She let me stay inside of her, though, long enough for my cock to soften--must’ve been about five minutes. She got off and sat back in the seat, panting. I was doing the same. After several moments Melanie grabbed her shorts and panties and put them on. She looked like a mess. Drunk, messy hair, stretched out shirt, freshly fucked, my come dripping out of her pussy. She was a beautiful fucking mess.

We got into the front seats, not saying anything. Melanie was surprised when I pulled into the small liquor store a few blocks from her house.

“What’re you doing?” she asked

“We need tequila,” I said, “or Kathy’s going to wonder where we went.”

I reached for my wallet and handed Melanie a twenty dollar bill. She took it and, reluctantly, exited the car. Remember, Melanie was in her lazy clothes, and she had just taken a pounding not ten minutes prior. She would never want to be seen in public like that, since she’s a self-conscious mother in her forties. She came back several minutes later with a bottle of cheap tequila, and we drove home in silence.

It was my last encounter with Melanie, and I took advantage of the moment to get back at her for teasing me for so long.

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My Mother in Law and I PART V (Final Encounter) | 2016