My Mother in Law and I PART IV | 2016

Despite the title, this didn’t take place downstairs. A week went by. That switch I mentioned in my last post? Melanie didn’t turn it “on” for a while. She started coming home straight from work instead of getting drinks after with her coworkers. I still went downstairs to read (not really reading, of course) but Melanie never came down. I wasn’t sure if she noticed the missing panties and was turned off by it, or if she was playing hard to get with me. If she was buttering me up. I vowed to myself not to masturbate. I vowed that the next time I was going to come was through Melanie, in some way shape or form. I hoped this was what she wanted, so that the next time she wrapped her hand around my cock, I’d come so much for her.

Melanie and I still interacted with each other normally. She was really great at acting as if nothing happened. Like if I entered the kitchen and she was there, she’d act like I was a nobody, just her son-in-law. But I wasn’t so good at it. When Melanie entered the room, there’d be one moment of fright, anxiety, nervousness, arousal. It went away quickly, but Melanie was way better at keeping it cool.

The switch was turned “on” on a hot Saturday afternoon. Kathy had been scrounging through the kitchen cabinets making a short grocery list. I was reading on the couch, and Melanie was upstairs, working. When Kathy finished the list, she asked me to do the shopping, since her medication made her drowsy sometimes and she wouldn’t be able to drive and didn’t want to get all drowsy at Wal Mart. I obliged, and as I was getting ready to go she stopped me and shouted upstairs to Melanie that I was going to the store, and if she wanted to come.

Melanie shouted back downstairs, “Okay hold on.”

Fuck. Yes.

This would be the most alone time Melanie and I would spend together in a week. I hoped of course that Melanie would want to fool around somehow between leaving and coming back, whether rubbing my cock in the car or finding an empty aisle (was she into public stuff? I feel like she’d been wanting to try all kinds of new things, just like I was). Although a part of me was excited to feel Melanie’s touch, a part of me was also hoping Melanie wouldn’t make a move. It was crazy, but I wanted Melanie to tighten the metaphorical cage around my cock. Shit, if she asked for it, I’d put a real chastity cage around my cock. I wanted her to tease me. It was like she was edging me all this time, waiting for the perfect moment to make to come.

Melanie came downstairs wearing khakis and a low cut blouse. She insisted on driving so I tossed her the keys. We said bye to Kathy and went on our way.

In the car, I got pretty nervous, almost as nervous as I was during our first encounter. When she started the car Melanie quickly shut off the radio and turned up the A/C to full blast (it’s like 90 degrees up here). We drove in silence. Melanie’s hands and arms were limp on the steering wheel. I was watching her from the corner of my eye. We parked at Wal Mart, way off into the corner, about twenty spaces from the nearest car.

“You have the list?” Melanie asked.

“Yeah,” I said. It was in my front pocket.

“Okay, hurry.”

The way she said hurry reminded me of a time Kathy and I had sex in her parents garage, right underneath Melanie’s bedroom years ago. Way before Melanie and I’s first encounter, way before I even had these thoughts about Melanie. It was the middle of the night, and Melanie and her husband had been asleep, Kathy and I drunk. She led me into the garage by the hand and before I even closed the door Kathy lifted up her skirt and was lying on the floor.

“Hurry,” Kathy had said. “Fuck me.” And I fucked Kathy right there on a dirty rug on the garage floor, one of the few times we fucked bareback. My pants were at my ankles and Kathy had pulled her panties to the side for me. I slid my hands under Kathy’s ass, digging my fingers into her ass cheeks, and I afterwards I noticed I had pretty bad rug burn on the backs of my palms. That was some of the best sex Kathy and I ever had.

And in the car, when Melanie told me to hurry, it was with the same sexual intonation in her voice. Except Kathy told had me hurry to fuck her. Melanie was telling me to hurry so I could fuck her. I got out of the car and wondered why the hell Melanie parked so goddamn far from the store. I went through the grocery list as fast as I could. At times I felt like I was just mindlessly going through the aisles, not really paying any attention. All in all, I took about twenty minutes, after paying. I pushed the cart hurriedly back to the car, way in the corner of the lot. It was still isolated, still some twenty spots away from the nearest car. No one would park their car so far from the store. It was too damn hot.

I opened the back hatch and piled the bags in. I was going super fast and I noticed Melanie was looking at me through the rearview mirror. I slowed down so I wouldn’t look so desperate. I put in the last bag and closed the hatchback. The nearest cart corral seemed like a mile away.

“Fuck it,” I said, and pushed the cart off into the lot. I sat back in the car and buckled my seatbelt, relishing the cold air. Neither of us moved, we just sat there. I forgot all about any possibilities between Melanie and I, I just enjoyed the cool air blasting in my face, when suddenly Melanie turned the A/C off. She looked at me. Her sunglasses were still on and covered half her face (think those huge obnoxious sunglasses) but she was looking right at me. I looked right back at her.

There was no beating around the bush this time, no playing around. Melanie leaned towards me and unbuckled my seatbelt. She put her lips against mine--not kissing, just resting them, like last time, while her hand plunged over my crotch. She fumbled at my belt and zipper; her fingers kept on slipping, and looking back on it now I see at this point she was vulnerable, not in control at all like our last two encounters. I took advantage of it.

My hand wrapped around the back of her head and i kissed her, really kissed her, not just resting my lips against hers. She opened her mouth and our tongues touched each other, feeling themselves. In the middle of our passionate kissing, her hand managed to unzip my zipper and pull my cock out. Right away she was stroking me, this time faster than before. The kissing only made me harder, everything was more passionate. We didn’t even really notice the heat, and I still don’t know why she turned off the A/C. It’s like she wanted us to sweat. People died when they were left in their car in this kind of heat, and here we were, making out, my cock getting stroked by my mother-in-law, like the heat couldn’t kill us.

Melanie kissed my neck and worked her way down my cock. Her makeup smudged on my shirt--shit. Didn’t matter. She swallowed me whole. It felt awkward at first, and Melanie would later tell me was her first time giving head, but she was a fast learner. Her head was bobbing up and down, sucking my cock. My precum was already in her mouth, around her tongue, her teeth. I started thrusting my pelvis, sitting up in my seat, holding Melanie by her chin. She started humming/moaning but never took me out of her mouth. My left hand left her head and went up her shirt, then went back down to her asscrack. Melanie had one hand on my shoulder, the other on the dashboard. Her grip on both was tight, like she was holding on for dear life.

“I’m coming,” I said.

Melanie brought her head down so hard I sat back down, and she gobbled down to the base of my cock, and I unloaded into her mouth. I thrusted slowly a few times in her mouth before Melanie sat up. She opened her door and spat out my come. She closed the door and sat back in her chair, breathing deeply, her head against the headrest. Her lips were shiny, like she’d just eaten something greasy. There was even a little bit of cum on her big sunglasses. She switched on the A/C, and only then did I realize just how fucking hot it was in the car. Melanie started driving immediately, still panting and out of breath. She said nothing as I put my sticky cock back into my shorts. When we parked in the driveway Melanie asked me to put the groceries away by myself. She went straight into the house, and I put the groceries away. I checked up on Kathy upstairs. She was in bed, asleep. From Melanie’s room, I could hear the whirring sound of her elliptical machine, and her soft panting.

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My Mother in Law and I PART IV | 2016