Mother-In-Law Summer

Chapter 1

My Mother-In-Law, Helen, was in her mid-fifties, average height, and buxom, buxom with amazing curves, long, brunette hair, dark brown eyes, and a playful, teasing personality. She's always been loving and supportive, but it's hard to concentrate when she has had a few drinks in her. Her hips would sway more than normal, and loved to flirt.

It had been a long, exhausting day of yardwork, and all Jake wanted was to collapse into a cool bed. The kids were at summer camp, the wife was out of town for work for no less than two more weeks, and he had taken the day off. Of course, there was more than enough to do around the yard, and Helen had offered to help lend a hand tending to the garden over a week ago. As Jake finished mowing the lawn, he was thankful for her help, but really, he was thankful for the heat, if only momentarily, because it meant that she wore the perfect outfit. The summer sun beat down mercilessly as Helen knelt in the garden, the damp earth clinging to her knees. Bent down, her tiny booty shorts that hugged her ample hips and a thin, sweat-dampened tank top that clung to her heavy breasts with every movement, had become soaked in the heat.

A wide-brimmed straw hat shielded her face, but nothing could stop the trickle of sweat rolling down the swell of her cleavage or the way her tank top stuck to the small of her back. She exhaled sharply, blowing a loose strand of gray-streaked hair from her forehead, and reached for her water bottle, taking a long drink before pouring a little over her chest just to feel the cool relief for a few seconds.

Helen wiped her dirt-streaked hands on her shorts and groaned as she straightened up, her back protesting after hours of bending over flower beds. The sun had finally dipped low enough to offer some mercy, but she was drenched, her tank top nearly translucent with sweat, her shorts clinging to her curves.

"I'm done," she announced to no one in particular. Jakes glanced up as I put the mower away.

"I can't believe you were able to get through the entire garden. I really do appreciate the help, Helen."

"Need me to finish anything out here?" she asked.

He waved her off. "Nah, I'm calling it. I need a shower before I melt into a puddle."

"You're not the only one," she laughed.

"Yeh, well, I guess we both worked up quite a sweat."

"It'll be worth it, the yard is looking great, and the kids will love it."

He nodded along, "Definitely. Any plans for you tonight?" It was a hollow question, Helen usually spent the evenings with her husband, but since he was also out on a fishing trip for the weekend, there was not much likely going on.

"No, not really. I was thinking of staying over in the guestroom, if you don't mind."

"You're always welcome," he said, realizing halfway through my response that there might be a small problem. "But the air conditioner in the guestroom might still be on the fritz."

"Oh, well then, I guess I'll head home."

"Now, don't be silly. I'm sure we can figure something out, there is plenty of room here, and there's no reason to take the long drive back since you're heading back again tomorrow."

She smiled, and leaned forward to give me a peck on the cheek. "Always looking out for me, I love it." As Helen walked into the house, Jake could not help but stare. Her hips were wide and swayed from side to side, and those shorts left little to the imagination. He always felt like she dressed a little differently if the kids or her daughter were around. When it was just the two of them, he wondered, was she dressing provocatively on purpose?

Upstairs, the water was blissfully cool, washing away the grime and sweat. She dried off, slipped into a light, silky robe, and cranked up the window air conditioner unit in the master bedroom. With a sigh, she stretched out on her bed, letting the cold air roll over her.

Downstairs, Jake took a quick shower, opting for the basement bathroom where the tile stayed cooler. Afterward, he poured himself a tall glass of cold beer and sank onto the living room sofa, relishing the quiet.

But the peace didn't last.

A sudden clunk echoed from upstairs, followed by Helen's frustrated groan. A few moments later, she appeared in the doorway, her robe loosely tied, her hair still damp.

"The air conditioner died," she grumbled, fanning herself with a magazine.

Jake chuckled. "Basement's cool if you wanna camp down here."

She eyed the sofa, then his half-empty glass. "You pouring a second one of those?"

He grinned and stood. "Coming right up."

As he moved to the kitchen, Helen settled onto the couch, the fabric of her robe shifting against her thighs. The house was too hot, the night too long, but at least they weren't sweating through it alone.

The night stretched on, the air thick with humidity, but that was not something they needed to worry about. The TV murmured in the background, some late-night documentary about human kinks and desires playing as Helen and Jake sipped their drinks, having moved on from beer to vodka and lemonade.

The conversation began light, about nothing at all, really. Jake was surprised to see how the alcohol loosened Helen's tongue as the television's glow painted the dim room in flickering hues. Helen sighed, swirling her drink absently before taking a long sip. At some point, one show had ended and another had started, some sort of talk show all about sexual kinks. They watched in silence for a while as couples were interviewed, each partner giving an unabashed explanation of what really turned them on.

"You know what's frustrating?" she said, her voice tinged with a mix of amusement and resignation. "Being this age and still feeling like a damn teenager half the time. My body didn't get the memo that it's supposed to slow down."

I laughed, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees. "What, is the old man not keeping up?"

She let out a dry laugh. "Oh, honey, he checked out years ago. Acts like sex is some chore he's retired from." Rolling her eyes, she gestured vaguely with her glass. "Meanwhile, I'm over here like... Christ, I'd take a decent make-out session at this point."

Jake blinked, then barked a surprised laugh. "Damn, Helen. Didn't realize you were so... pent up."

She shot him a look. It was half playful, half daring, and then she shrugged. "What, you think a few wrinkles mean I stopped wanting to feel something?" The vodka had sharpened her edges, and made her bold. "Hell, I've got more ideas now than I did at twenty. Just no one to try them with."

Jake's grin turned crooked. "You're dangerous after a few drinks."

Helen leaned back, the robe slipping just enough to reveal the curve of her shoulder. "Good," she purred. "Maybe I'm tired of being safe."

The air between them crackled, not with intention, but with something else. Something... free. A recognition. A possibility.

He exhaled, shaking his head with a low chuckle. "Well. If nothing else, you're the most interesting mother-in-law I've ever had."

Helen winked, raising her glass. "Stick around, kid. I'm full of surprises."

And just like that, the night stretched on, the basement becoming warmer, though still comfortable.

Helen let out a soft laugh as the show delved into fetishes, shaking her head. "People are into the strangest things," she mused, swirling her glass.

Jake smirked. "Got any deep, dark secrets, Helen?"

She shot him a playful look, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol. "Nothing dark," she admitted, "but I've always thought there was something... intimate about kissing someone while they're asleep."

Jake raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

She shrugged, the neck of her robe slipping slightly. "Not in a creepy way. Just... the way my husband used to...." Her voice was low, almost dreamy.

Jake watched her for a long moment before chuckling. "The way he used to... what?"

Helen grinned, kicking her bare foot against his leg lightly. "Oh, it was from when we were younger, much younger! We would go out for a night on the town, and I would always have a glass or two of wine more than I could handle. It would always put me in the mood for... well, you know." She giggled.

Playing along, he replied, "No, can't say I do. You'll need to be specific."

Helen blushed, and said nothing, but seemed to change her mind, "I'd be tired, but in the mood... to feel his tounge..."

Jake's eyes went wide, unsure he had heard correctly.

She meanwhile laughed, "So, what about you?"

He leaned back, considering. "Maybe another drink first."

She laughed, reaching for the bottle. "Coward."

The night hummed on, the heat building, the conversation drifting into places neither of them had expected.

The basement's lingering warmth had become unbearable, and eventually, Jake groaned and sat up. "I think I'm melting," he muttered, running a hand through his hair.

Helen, still awake in the dim glow of the television, smirked. "Come on, let's see if we can fix that damn air conditioner."

They stumbled upstairs, their steps loose from the drinks, shoulders brushing as they crowded around the humming but ineffective unit in her bedroom. Jake fiddled with the controls, gave the side a firm whack, and, miraculously, the machine sputtered back to life, sending a rush of cool air into the room.

Helen exhaled in relief. "God, you're a lifesaver."

Jake wiped his hands on his shorts and turned to leave, but she caught his wrist. The touch was warm, deliberate.

"Stay," she said, her voice low. "It's cooler in here. No sense in you roasting downstairs."

He hesitated, but the vodka and the heat made the decision for him. "Yeah... alright."

She flicked off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness save for the pale moonlight filtering through the curtains. The hum of the machine filled the silence as Jake settled onto the far side of the bed, hyperaware of the space between them.

Then came the soft rustle of fabric. Helen untied her robe and let it slide off, the sound of satin whispering against skin. His breath hitched as his eyes adjusted, the outline of her thick, buxom body in a sleek, thigh-length gown, the way it clung to her curves in the shadows.

The alcohol pulsed through Jake's veins, blurring the lines of caution as he lay there, listening to Helen's steady breathing. The rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, the occasional soft sigh, she seemed lost in a light, peaceful sleep.

He hesitated, then whispered her name.

No response.

Again, slightly louder. Still nothing.

Emboldened, he let his fingers trail along her arm, the satin of her gown smooth beneath his touch. Her skin was warm, yielding. A faint, contented hum escaped her lips, but she didn't stir.

His hand drifted lower, tracing the curve of her hip, the dip of her waist. Her breath hitched, for a moment, but her eyes remained closed, her body relaxed. A quiet moan slipped out as his fingers brushed the hem of her gown, teasing the bare skin of her thigh.

She arched into his touch, still seemingly asleep, lost in some dream. Or maybe just pretending. Either way, he did not care. He was encouraged by her story, the way her eyes lit up when she told it.

He snuggled up close to her, propping himself up on his elbow, and with his free hand, he ran his fingers down along her cheek. She seemed to smile, her eyes remained closed. He took a deep breath, guided her lips to his, and kissed her, softly, to see her reaction.

A light whimper escaped from her lips.

He felt a thousand things at once, and then they vanished, as he lost himself in the moment. She seemed to kiss him back, eagerly, her eyes remained shut tight.

Jake's free hand dropped from her cheek, trailing down her neckline, and feeling no resistance, softly cupped one of her large, supple breasts.

Helen's moan was louder, and Jake paused to see if he had crossed a line too far. Still, her eyes remained closed, and she seemed to smile. He kissed her again, loving the feel of the satin gown in his hand, her lovely breast beneath. This went on for a few minutes, and every so often, she would shift her body, only a little bit, but Jake noticed that her legs were spreading, bit by bit.

Taking the invitation, Jake let his fingers trail down her curves, past her hips, and down to the hem across her thighs. He had been right, Helen's legs had gone from being together to drifting far apart, her legs bent, he could easily position himself between them if he wanted...

He pushed the hem, up, up, and began trailing his fingers around her mound. She wore nothing beneath her gown, and he could feel the heat from her sex on his hand. She had a fair bit of pubic hair, and yet, it was clearly well kept, mostly in a tuff. He ran a finger, ever so delicately, along her slit, letting his finger only briefly caress her clit.

Helen moaned again, her eyes shut wide, and then she whispered, "Oh God... yes... Harold... give it to me."

Jake heard her call her husband's name, but he took the invitation personally. He knelt by her, and then gently probed her thighs with his hand. They parted even wider, with no resistance at all. In the next moment, he was laying between her legs, the hem pushed up, her naked sex in front of his eager mouth. His eyes focused in the dark and began to use his fingers to massage her now spread lips, and he became lost in her aroma. His tongue came out to gently lick at her swollen clit. He heard Helen moan, deeply, as his tongue touched her sex for the first time.

Jake slid his hands beneath Helen's hips and gripped, tightly. He licked around her clit, and then alternated between slow movements, and sucking on it gently. He breathing remains steady, but her moans were louder, her hips bucked as she moved against his tongue.

He looked up from time to time but saw that her gaze remained upwards, her eyes closed. He moved a finger to between her lips, tracing around it while he worked her sensitive clit with his tongue. Pushing a finger forwards, gently entering inside her, he heard a gasp, and then another low, deep moan.

Without warning, her orgasm shook her, and her thick thighs clasped hard around Jake's head, as she let out a loud moan, fading into a series of whimpers. He could have died there a happy man. Her back arched, he held on tight, and eventually, the grip loosened.

Sitting up, Jake released the fly on his boxers, letting his rock-hard manhood spring forward. He looked down at Helen, who for a split second looked as though she were looking at him. No, it must have been a trick of the light, but either way, he did not care. He placed his arms underneath her thighs, spreading her legs wide, the head of his shaft at her wet, warm, entrance, and pushed forward, gently.

She moaned, loudly now, her eyes still shut, and he began rocking in and out of her. He was too excited, and there would be no long back and forth. He held her firm, and began pumping in and out, harder and harder.

Helen moaned, but her eyes remained closed. Jake watched her perfect, buxom body move as he thrust into her again and again. His gaze shifted between her supple body, to his deep thrusts, and every so often, up to her face. For a moment, he could have sworn she was looking right at him, but then, it was gone. In no time, he was at the edge, and soon he grunted, thrusting hard into her, emptying everything he had into her.

The moment hung in the air, thick with satisfaction, electric with the thrill of what he'd just done. Jake exhaled, a slow, smug grin spreading across his face as he watched Helen in the moonlight. She was still asleep, or pretending beautifully, her body relaxed, lips slightly parted, her satin gown rumpled just enough to reveal the curve of her hip.

No guilt. Only the raw, intoxicating rush of having given her exactly what she'd confessed to wanting.

He traced a lazy finger down her arm, savoring the way her skin warmed under his touch even in sleep. She murmured something unintelligible, shifting slightly, her thigh brushing against his. The sound of her breath, the faint scent of her shampoo mixed with sweat and sex, it was intoxicating.

Leaning down, he kissed her shoulder, slow and deliberate, just to see if she'd react. She didn't stir, but her chest rose with a deeper breath, her fingers twitching against the sheets.

Good.

Pulling back, Jake stretched out beside her, one arm tucked behind his head, staring at the ceiling with a quiet, possessive satisfaction. She'd gotten her fantasy. He'd gotten the thrill of taking it.

With a final glance at her peaceful form, he closed his eyes, the cool air wrapping around them both as sleep, and far too many drinks, pulled him under.

The dreams he experienced for the rest of the night were nothing short of ecstasy. When Jake awoke, morning light spilled through the curtains as, blinking awake to find Helen's side of the bed empty. The sheets were cool where she'd been, but the faint scent of her perfume still lingered, along with the memory of last night's unexpected indulgence.

Chapter 2

Stretching with a satisfied yawn, Jake listened to the distant sounds of her already outside, the rhythmic scrape of a shovel, the occasional hum drifting through the open window. She was back in her element: sunhat perched on her head, those sinful booty shorts hugging her curves, dirt smudged on her bare thighs as she worked the garden with her usual focus.

Pulling on his clothes, he stepped outside, feeling the heat of the day rising. Leaning against the porch railing, he watched her for a moment, the way her tank top clung to her damp back, the way she paused to wipe her forehead with the back of her wrist.

"Morning," he called, voice rough with sleep.

Helen turned, squinting at him with a smile that gave nothing away. "Sleep well?" she asked, innocent as Sunday morning.

Oh, she's good.

"Like a rock," he lied, smirking. "How about you?"

Helen's grin went from ear to ear, "I slept like an angel. Best sleep I've had in years."

He smiled back at her. "I have to run some errands. I'll be back by dinner."

She nodded, already bending back to her plants and teasing him with a spectacular view, her voice breezy. "I'm looking forward to it!"

As he walked to his truck, Jake glanced back once. She was watching him over her shoulder, for a moment only, before turning away.

The evening could not come soon enough, and unfolded with an easy rhythm featuring simple food, cold drinks, and the comfortable silence of two people sharing a secret without saying a word. They toasted to the garden being nearly finished, clinking glasses with exaggerated cheer, both knowing the celebration was just an excuse to let the alcohol blur the edges again.

As if they both knew the routine, they decided to shower after dinner, settling back into the basement as they had been the night before. Jake arrived first, wearing only his boxers now and using the heat of the day as an excuse, and she arrived a moment later, wearing the same satin robe as the night before, but with nothing underneath. As they settled onto the couch, the television murmuring some forgettable show, Jake stretched with an exaggerated yawn. "Damn, errands wiped me out," he sighed, letting his head loll back against the cushions. He shot Helen a knowing smile. "You know, I haven't stopped thinking about what you said last night. I'm surprised how a few drinks can put me in the mood so strongly."

Helen took a deep sip of her drink, her eyes glinting over the rim of the glass. "Is that so?"

Jake hummed in agreement, his eyelids already drooping, though not as much as he let on. "Mmm. If only someone would... indulge me." He let his voice slur just enough, his body sinking deeper into the couch. "I think it would be great, but hey, it might just be the drinks talking. Who knows!"

A beat of silence, and then Helen stood to prepare them both another drink. They each drank deeply, watching a movie that went late into the night. She looked closely from the corner of her eye, seeing how Jake had settled down, his head back on the sofa, his breathing steadily. When the movie ended, she was slow to help him up, "There, there. I know you're tired, but let's head up on to the nice, air-conditioned bedroom."

"Mmm, ok," was all he offered in reply.

She helped him walk up the stairs, though again, they were both deep into their cups and stumbling a bit. The room was already cool, and Jake lay down, instantly going back to a deep, steady breathing as he lay on his back.

Helen flipped off the light on the bedside table, undoing her robe, and lying nude next to him.

She waited, and waited.

Jake wondered if perhaps nothing would actually materialize that night, and then...

The soft creak of the mattress as Helen shifted closer.

The whisper of her breath against his neck.

The electric thrill of her lips, brushing his ear as she whispered, "Jake... Jake?"

Helen's fingers traced slowly circles up his thigh, her nails dragging lightly over his skin just to feel him twitch. She bit her lip, watching his face for any flicker of reaction, but he kept his breathing deep and even, playing his part flawlessly.

Jake smiled, keeping his eyes closed, before saying softly, "That's it. Show me what you can do."

That was all she needed, as he felt her hand slip higher, finding the flap of his boxers. A quick flick, and the fabric loosened, her palm sliding beneath to explore the heat of him.

He could not see what was happening, but then her hand was firmly around him, gently stroking him, bringing him to life. She released him from his boxers, and he felt her adjust herself, before he felt her warm mouth take the tip of him inside of her.

He moaned, softly. She glanced sideways but saw that he had not moved. She began slowly, rhythmically sucking his ever-hardening manhood, and she lost herself in the movements. After a moment, Jake felt her stop, and there was more movement on the bed. He felt it then, his boxers slowly pulled down, down, down, until they were around his ankles, and then, off entirely.

A moment later and she was back in position, her mouth eagerly sucking him, her hand stroking his balls with a free hand. Helen opted to give head gently, quietly, and occasionally speeding up before again slowing down. Jake's head was over the moon; it was clear that she wanted this to last a long time.

Helen occasionally looked up at Jake, stroking him as she did. She slathered her hot saliva all over his manhood, satisfied that he was still asleep, returning again to slow-motion sucking. She reached down with a free hand and began to fondle her breasts, pinching at the nipples as she moved her lips over his now fully erect shaft. Her sucking became a little more urgent then as she built up her own excitement, but would quickly relax, not wanting it to end prematurely.

As she continued, Jake moaned, softly. She would take this as motivation, speeding up for a moment. They were lost in this rhythm, for who knows how long, until Helen could not stand it any longer.

Tossing a leg over Jake's body, but facing away from him, she straddled him and slid him up and down her wet slit. Jake watched in awe as her large, ample bottom moved, right as she slipped him inside of her. He almost blew his load right there and then as he filled her up, but she was patient. Moaning softly and savoring the first feeling. She waited until she was satisfied, he was calm, and then began to rise and fall her hips.

She placed her hands between his legs to brace herself, while he now moved his hands to firmly grasp at her buxom hips, helping her move up and down.

Helen's hips rolled with slow, deliberate precision, savoring every inch as she took him deep. Each rise and fall a torturous tease, her body clenching around him as if daring him to break. Moonlight glowed against the curve of her back, the swell of her ass pressing against his thighs with every downward grind.

Jake moaned, his hands firmly gripped on her supple curves. He would only stare in awe at the view, the way her tits swayed with each motion, the damp sheen of sweat along her spine, the lewd smack of skin on skin as she picked up pace.

She arched, throwing her head back with a breathy sigh. "Mmm... so good," she murmured.

Her hands pushed on the mattress between his legs as she rode him harder, her rhythm turning filthy, desperate. The wet sounds of her taking him filled the room, her thighs trembling as she neared the edge.

Helen's breath came in quiet, uneven gasps as she straddled Jake's hips, her body arching above him in the dim glow of the television. He still hadn't moved, hadn't broken character, just the steady rise and fall of his chest, with soft, consistent moans of pleasure.

She rolled her hips slowly, taking him deeper, savoring the way his body responded even as he slumbered. A shudder ran through her as she clenched around him, doing her best not to scream in delight, but ultimately succumbing to a loader than expected moan.

Then, with a wicked smile, she slid off him and bent low, her tongue tracing the length of him before taking him into her mouth, cleaning him with slow, deliberate strokes. His hips jerked, his body aflame, his shaft so sensitive to her touch.

God, that was good, they both thought.

Satisfied, and without a word, she curled against his side, her head resting on his chest, her leg thrown possessively over his. His arm instinctively wrapped around her, pulling her closer even in his sleep.

Helen smiled against his skin, breathing him in deep, falling into a deep, satisfied sleep.

Chapter 3

The morning sun streamed through the kitchen windows as Helen stood at the stove, the satin gown clinging to her curves, the hem riding up just enough to tease the swell of her bare thighs with every slight shift of her hips. The scent of butter and pancakes filled the air, but the real indulgence was the way she arched her back slightly when she heard Jake's footsteps shuffle in behind her.

He paused in the doorway, feeling fresh and clean after a quick shower, dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, a lazy smile doing nothing to hide the way his gaze raked over her. The dip of the gown's neckline, the way it barely covered her ass as she leaned forward to flip a golden-brown pancake, it was all a lot to take in.

"Good morning," she said, not turning around. "Coffee's fresh."

Jake moved toward the counter, his voice rough with sleep. "You're up early."

She finally glanced over her shoulder, catching the way his eyes darkened as they followed the slide of fabric when she turned. "I was thinking about that show we watched two nights ago. The one about... kinks."

A beat. Jake's fingers tightened around his mug. "Yeah?"

She hummed, pouring more batter onto the griddle. "It reminded me of Harold. Back when he was still... insatiable." A slow, knowing smile curled her lips as she let the spatula drag lazily through the batter. "He'd demand attention at the worst times. I would be doing laundry, or baking in the kitchen, and he would come up from behind me and get me all excited. It got to the point where I would only wear loose clothing to accommodate the need to get into position quickly. Other times he might be on a long, boring business call--he didn't care. Once, he even pulled me onto his lap during a business meeting, muted the call and everything, and had me bouncing up and down for a few minutes until he was satisfied."

Jake's knuckles went white around the coffee cup. This was something new, something distinct.

Helen turned fully now, leaning back against the counter, letting the gown gape just enough to reveal the shadow of cleavage. "I loved that. The way he couldn't keep his hands off me." She tilted her head, eyes flicking down Jake's body and back up. "Men like that are rare, don't you think?"

Jake set his mug down with a thud. You're torturing me, he thought, but smiled and nodded along. He leaned against the kitchen counter, watching Helen sip her coffee with deliberate slowness, her eyes locked on him over the rim of her mug. He exhaled, running a hand through his hair.

"Definitely," he replied. "I really liked hearing about your sleep fantasy, by the way. It was enlightening."

She grinned, revealing everything, and at the same time, nothing at all.

He continued, "Last night was the best sleep I think I've had in years."

"Yeh, me too," was all she said.

"But, what you've shared now is pretty different."

"I know, I know," she giggled. I guess it just... feels right, mentioning it to you.

He smiled, and nodded knowingly. This was new ground. Would she entice him in such a brazen way? Her sleep fantasy was one thing, but this would push them both outside of any kind of plausible deniability. This would be taking things to the next level.

Helen set her cup down with a soft click, her lips curving. "Well, I guess I'll go shower, change, and start tidying up around here while you get to work."

Jake went to his desk, opening his laptop, and seeing several emails glaring back at him. He began moving through each, flagging shifting priorities for active projects that were nearing deadlines. He would have to spend a few hours working, and there was a short call he would need to hop on later in the afternoon.

The work went by without incident, and he made good progress, right up until Helen returned.

She had showered and now moved through the living room in a sinfully tight summer dress, the fabric clinging to every curve as she bent to pick up stray magazines, her ass perfectly outlined as she stretched. She hummed softly, deliberately slow, knowing exactly where his gaze had landed.

He shifted in his chair, fingers pausing over the keyboard whenever she came into the room.

Eventually, she reappeared with a basket of laundry, dumping it onto the sofa with a soft thump. She turned her back to him, hips swaying as she started folding, the dress riding up just enough to tease the edge of her thighs. Normally, he could see panty lines, he was certain, he looked often enough, but there was clearly nothing on beneath the fabric.

Helen held up one of his shirts, smoothing it with exaggerated care before folding it. She moved painfully slow, clearly not in a hurry to leave his eyeline. Then she bent at the waist, reaching for another, giving him a perfect view from behind He loved the view, and more importantly, the deliberate decision by her to bring all of this laundry out here, when there was more than enough space in the laundry room.

Jake had been stealing glances at Helen for the past fifteen minutes, the way she bent over the laundry basket, the way her sundress rode up her thighs as she stretched to fold a fitted sheet. His laptop screen blurred in front of him, his presentation forgotten.

His phone buzzed on the coffee table, and he was brought back to reality, but also in the moment, he decided it was now, or never.

He answered on speaker, his voice smooth. "Hey Derrick. Yeah, I'm here. Finalizing those slides now." He moved toward her, his steps deliberate, his shorts sporting a massive tent as he was rock hard. He muted the call for a second, his voice a rough whisper.

"Keep folding and stay as silent as you can."

She arched a brow but obeyed, bending over the arm of the couch to smooth out a pair of his jeans. His free hand settled on the small of her back, sliding down.

On the phone, his colleague droned on about quarterly projections.

Jake guided her onto the couch, her knees sinking into the pile of freshly folded clothes. He guided her to place her arms on the armrest, pausing to unmute, his phone, responding with a distracted answer whenever a question came up. His hands now eagerly moved up and down her thighs, her hips, and his fingers teasing her warm, wet slit.

Helen bit her lip to stifle a gasp, her fingers gripping the cushion. Jake unmuted the phone again and placed it on her back, boldly moving to step in front of her face. He spoke to the team who had joined the call, while slipping his fingers into his waistband and in one smooth motion, dropping his shorts to the floor. His stiff manhood popped right in front of Helen's face, and instinctively, her mouth opened wide. He slowly placed the tip in her mouth and kept his voice as steady as he could while she began sucking slowly.

This was it, the point of no return. No one was sleeping, feigned or not. They were both wide awake. At the same time, there was still a bit of a game going on. She moved her mouth eagerly, taking more of him with each stroke, but it was like being on autopilot. Helen loved how desired he made her feel, and it reminded of her how Harold used to desire her all the time.

Jake then had his attention pulled away as he had to answer a series of heavy technical questions, and she could sense his lack of focus on the task at hand. She took his manhood deep into her warm and wet mouth, sucking hard but trying her best to keep down what would otherwise have been loud sucking noises.

She used her tongue to swirl all around the head, teasing the most sensitive parts. She was careful not to push him over the edge, wanting this to last for as long as it could. Helen had all but forgotten how much she loved oral sex, but the night before had brought it all back in an instant. Harold used to want it every day, and she became addicted to feeling him fill her mouth up with his warm meat.

Eventually, Jake found himself able to focus on the incredible effort below him. He stared as his stunning mother-in-law worshiped his member. Her eyes were closed, and she occupied a world all her own. She alternated now between taking him deep with slow strokes deep into her mouth, to gripping his shaft with one hand and swirling her tough around the head. He moaned without thinking, but thankfully, no one on the call seemed to notice. Several times, he felt like he might be nearing the edge, but each time, she would squeeze tight at the base until he was under control again. He smiled at her expertise.

The team call went on and on and one. Helen worked on him for over a half-hour, never stopping. However, Jake knew that he was going to reach his limit if this kept up. In truth, she was burning to feel something more as well. She wanted him to explode in pleasure as bad as he did. She wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and held it tight as she pulled her head back and stuck out her tongue, flicking the tip.

Without a word, Jake moved back, popping out of her mouth and moving to position himself behind Helen. She was already all fours, the laundry beneath her and needing refolding shortly, tilting her perfect, buxom ass up in the air and presenting herself from the rear. Jake positioned himself on his knees and pressed the tip of his shaft up against her moist mound. After a bit of gentle probing, he slipped into her warm, wet slit.

Helen did her best not to cry out in pure lust, and she succeeded, mostly. Instead, a series of whimpers escaped her mouth as Jake began his thrusting from behind. He placed his hands firmly on her hips, pushing and pulling her back and forth.

The voice from the speaker on the phone asked the question, "What was that? Someone having phone trouble?"

Jake continued his thrusting, slow and steady, "My kids are on summer vacation. They're running around, so you might hear them from time to time."

Helen grinned as he continued to pound from behind. Her breasts swayed as he pushed and pulled her from behind. He reached around and grabbed them both, taking a handful and squeezing, rolling the nipples between his fingers as he moved them together with his thrusts.

Surprisingly, they were able to keep the noise to a minimum. They moved in tandem for a few minutes, when she raised her head up to the sky. Jake recognized her breathing and the way her body was moving from the night before; Helen was close to losing all control.

"Be right back," he said, muting the call and tossing the phone to the floor.

As if on cue, Helen let out a wail of pure lust, moaning loudly, her voice echoing throughout the living room, as Jake moved to thrust harder and faster. Her whole body bucked up as he hit deep inside of her, finding her G-spot. In all her married years, she had never felt anything like it, her body lost all control.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God. OH... GOD!"

Jake moved faster, harder, pumping hard into his mother-in-law, in love with the view of her perfect, buxom frame slamming back against his manhood. Her hips bucked up in spasm as her arms dropped down to grip the armrest of the sofa, her mouth letting out a scream of absolute pleasure. It had been so long since she had felt a man inside her.

Jake had fought for control, having been so worked up by her oral attention earlier, but now was ready to release his well-earned climax. He had never felt anything so wonderful. His mother-in-law's warm embrace caressed the length of him like a velvet glove.

"Helen... I'm close," he cried out from behind, taking a deep breath before he reached his peak. He pumped harder and harder, releasing everything he had into his mother-in-law. She could feel his eruption deep inside of her, collapsing onto the armrest as he filled her with his warm seed. He could feel his mother-in-law's body, all but exhausted, as wave after wave of ecstasy took her to a place she had never been before.

Pulling out, Jake picked up the phone and unmuted the call. The conversation had moved on without him, and his absence had been largely unnoticed. He moved back in front of Helen, who despite being on cloud nine, her head a blur of pure orgasmic bliss, instinctively reached out to take him into her mouth. He was sensitive, she could tell, so she moved carefully to clean her juices from his spent member.

For the first time, their eyes locked onto each other. Truly, it was their third romp into forbidden territory, but the first time they had looked directly at each other. Her eyes wide, her mouth full of his manhood, he smiled down as she worked her tongue all around him.

The call ended a few minutes later.

"I think we've earned a shower, don't you?"

Chapter 4

The magic and blur of the weekend ended, and on Monday morning, the house was suddenly overcome with activity. Backpacks were dumped by the door, kids arguing over the last pop-tart, Jake's wife, Tammy, scrolling through her phone while Helen's husband, Harold, rummaged in the fridge to prepare his fishing cooler. It was absolute chaos.

Jake leaned against the counter, sipping coffee as Helen passed behind him, her fingers brushing the small of his back as she reached for a mug. She loved the danger, he could tell.

Tammy glanced up. "You're in a good mood."

"Great weather," he lied, watching Helen's lips quirk over her steaming cup.

The two couples and both children sat around the table, plates half-empty, coffee and juice mostly drunk. The kids excused themselves to pack for tomorrow's camp departure.

Harold grinned, taking a bite of pancake, "So, you two survived the weekend without us? No casualties?"

"Oh, we managed. I spent most of Friday and Saturday in the garden. Acquired quite a good tan and then had the best sleep of my life."

Tammy raised an eyebrow, "Yeah? Well, I am grateful for the help. I know a good workout helps you get ready for a good night of rest.

Jake leaned back in his chair, smiling softly "Yeh, this weekend was great for that. Very hands-on."

Harold piped up, "Well, glad you two kept each other company. Felt bad leaving you alone."

"Don't. We definitely kept busy." Helen's foot found Jake's under the table, pressing down and moving back and forth.

The kids ran downstairs, breaking the moment. Harold launched into a detailed fishing story, and Tammy went back to her phone, preparing something for her next business flight the next morning.

The afternoon strolled by as the house hummed with chaotic energy. The kids raced up and down the stairs finding things they needed for camp, before settling in the basement to watch a movie, while Harold packed his fishing gear by the door, and Tammy worked away on her laptop between sips of coffee.

And then there was Helen and Jake. He leaned against the kitchen counter, watching her slice lemons for the iced tea. Her sundress clung to her hips as she moved, and when she caught him staring, she deliberately dragged the knife slowly down the fruit, letting juice drip onto her fingers before sucking it off with a smirk.

Harold called from the hallway, "Dear, where's my lucky hat?"

Helen looked right at Jake, dropping her hand to the hem of her skirt and slowly pulling up, teasing her thigh, and then, her perfect lips as she revealed nothing underneath the fabric. "Where you always leave it. The garage."

Jake stared and found himself wanting her right then and there.

She winked.

They heard the familiar sound of the upstairs office door closing. Tammy would be stepping into a virtual meeting, and would not want to be interrupted.

Jake moved to the door and saw Harold examining each and every lure in his tackle box. He had seen this before and was sure that he would not be distracted by anything for a little while.

He made the decision then and there. This was a unique opportunity, and he would not miss the chance. Without a word, Jake took Helen by the hand and sat her down on one of the kitchen chairs. Silently, he knelt down and pulled up her dress, placing his arms beneath her legs to grab at her hips, ensuring he had a tight hold. She watched in shock, her gaze moving between him and the door, as he pulled her into his mouth. He slowed down almost immediately. There was a rush, but nothing to stop them from enjoying themselves. He swirled his tongue around, loving every moment he tasted on her perfect clit.

Helen gasped, throwing a hand over her mouth, as she watched in a stupor. She could not believe the sight before her, the audacity of Jake, eagerly eating her out and using his mouth so expertly, while Harold sat only a few feet away, oblivious to how quickly and easily he had become a cucked man.

He continued to swirl his magic tongue, while she ran a hand through his hair. Her moans were stifled, complimented by Jake's own moan of pleasure as he tasted her sweetness. From time to time, Jake would glance up to lock eyes with Helen. She smiled at him in between her soft moans.

A noise from outside made them stop, but then, nothing.

Jake stood up and Helen dropped her dress back down, on fire from the expert use of his tongue. He glanced out the kitchen door; Harold sat with his tackle box, the noise likely from a reorganization. He turned back, bending over to kiss her deep. She could taste how turned on she was in his mouth, and it made her burn with desire. Standing up straight, he guided her to her feet, and the pair slipped out the kitchen patio doors into the backyard. They moved quickly behind the large shed that kept all the gardening tools. It was shaded here, a relief for the heat of the day battering down even this early in the afternoon.

As soon as they turned the corner and were out of sight, she pushed him against the shed, reaching one hand into the loose-fitting pair of shorts, gripping firmly as she marveled at his rock-hard shaft. Pulling it out of its constraints, she now knelt between his legs. Her tongue flicked out, teasing across the head and tasting the built-up juices.

She paused, for only a moment, ensuring that no one had followed them outside the house, looking back around the shed. Satisfied, she looked up at Jake, taking him into her mouth. She moaned, more loudly now, certain that no one would hear her. She felt Jake's hands firmly take control of her head. She let him set the tempo, moving her head back and forth. Then she began to move her hand back and forth, eager to make him finish soon, not wanting to be interrupted by Harold, Tammy, or the kids.

Jake, of course, needed to feel himself deep inside his mother-in-law. "The deck chair, go sit in it, and spread your legs wide for me."

Helen obeyed as though possessed. She obeyed even though anyone in the kitchen would see them in an instant. At that moment, she would have done it front of the whole world to feel him inside of her. Helen walked over and sat back, pulling her dress up, and presenting herself to him. He moved more cautiously, until he saw that the kitchen remained empty.

Helen held her legs back and spread as she lay on the deck chair. Jake wasted no time. He positioned himself in front of her, nearly straddling her, placing the tip of his shaft at her warm entrance, and for a moment they looked at one another, wondering if this was all too risky of a move.

Any reservations vanished as soon as he began sliding inside of her. She felt her breath catch in her throat as he slipped the first half of his hard shaft, and then the rest. He placed his hands firms around her neck, giving him the much-needed leverage to begin pumping in earnest.

Helen whimpered in ecstasy, looking up at his younger, strong body, and then down to see him pumping his hard manhood into her eager body. She watched him from time to time, looking up into the kitchen and confirming that no one was watching them.

They were both breathing hard. She couldn't believe what she was doing, and the risk was turning her on more than she ever imagined. When she heard Jake moan, she moved one hand to her clit, moving in small circles and pushing her to the edge. She shivered as she brought herself to a quick orgasm, stifling a loud moan as he continued pumping into her. Sensing that they should wrap this up, he picked up the pace, his breathing too now ragged. Without hesitation, he pulled out and watched thick ropes fly up, hitting her hard in the face and painting her dress and exposed abdomen. When several spurts had coated her completely, he stroked himself slowly, as they sat, breathing heavily, staring at the perfection of each other's body and the glorious aftermath of their orgasm.

Suddenly, there were voices coming from the house.

Jake yanked her dress down and stepped away towards the shed, forgetting that he had covered her in his sticky mess.

Helen's chest rose and fell rapidly, her legs still trembling from his touch.

"Honey," Harold called from the kitchen. "Have you seen my sunglasses."

"They're... in the den," Helen replied, voice voce raspy and out of breath.

She turned to see Harold leave the kitchen, and entered through the patio doors herself. As he found his sunglasses, she strolled right past, her face covered in her son-in-law's victory.

Tomorrow could not arrive soon enough. She craved to be alone with him again.

Chapter 5

That night was torture for the both of them. The air conditioning had been fixed throughout the house, but sleep was impossible. Each thought of the other's body, wanting nothing more than to lose themselves again in a hypnotic trance.

Finally, morning came, and Jake drove the kids to the camp drop-off location. It was a good forty-five minutes away, and on his way back, he received a text from Tammy: "Cab taking me to the airport. Take good care of mom while I'm away!"

He smiled, excited to have the house to themselves again.

As he pulled into the driveway, it became apparent that something was amiss. Harold's truck was still on the street, but he should have left even before the kids needed to leave for camp.

It turned out that Harold's fishing trip had been cancelled due to a sudden flashflood in the area where he had planned to go. Not one to sit idle, he was puttering around the house, fixing things that didn't need fixing, his presence an obstacle Helen had not accounted for.

Helen sat on the living room sofa, wearing another summer dress, while Jake sat in the armchair opposite to her, feigning interest in a report from work. Every few minutes, Harold would walk by, having taken an interest in fixing this and that. As soon as he would leave, Helen would bring her legs up onto the couch, spread slightly, and her hand would disappear beneath her dress. She would close her eyes and moan as she touched herself, opening them to look right at Jake.

When Harold would step loudly on his way back across the home, she would rearrange her dress, but it was becoming frustrating for them both.

Finally, he came in and said, "Well, it's no fishing, but I think I'll read for a while upstairs."

It was music to their ears. They waited for the soft click of the guest bedroom door.

"Basement storage room," she murmured.

He exhaled sharply through his nose and nodded eagerly.

The storage room was cramped, crowded with boxes of old decorations and out-of-season clothes. The air smelled of dust and mothballs. Helen barely had time to turn around before Jake had her pinned against the wall, his mouth hot on hers, his hands sliding up her bare legs beneath the dress.

He kissed her deeply, passionately, as if there were no one else on this earth.

A loud thud from upstairs made them freeze.

Silence. Then the sound of Harold muttering to himself, the scrape of a ladder being dragged across the floor.

Jake let out a slow breath, his forehead resting against hers. "So much for reading."

"For now," Helen said, but she didn't push him away.

The second interruption came too soon, footsteps on the basement stairs, heavy and deliberate.

"Shoot," Jake hissed, yanking her behind a tower of boxes just as the door creaked open.

"You two down here?" Harold called.

Helen smoothed her dress with trembling hands. "Yes, dear. We're looking through old craft ideas for the kids," she called back, her voice impressively steady.

Jake's hand slid up her inner thigh, his fingers finding the mark. She bit down on her lip to keep from making a sound as he slipped a finger inside her ready, warm slit.

Harold lingered in the doorway for a moment before shrugging. "Alright. I think I'm going to watch a show down here, it's nice in cool in the rec room." A moment later, the familiar sound of the television could be heard, followed by a sportscaster.

Helen sagged against Jake, her breath coming fast. "You're insane," she whispered.

He grinned, unrepentant. "You love it."

And she knew that he was correct in saying it. As he moved his fingers in and out of her, she wanted to tell him they should go upstairs. He had the exact same thought, and yet, neither moved to stop.

The storage room was quite full; there were piles of boxes, old clothes that were meant for donation, and an old beanbag chair that was quite comfortable, there was simply no room for it upstairs.

Harold called out from the rec room, "Honey, do you remember when we went to see the playoffs last year?"

"Yes, dear. That was lovely," she replied absentmindedly.

Slowly, Jake began to pull her dress up above her thighs. He held it at her waist and a little moan of excitement escaped her lips as he eased her down to lie on the large beanbag. Her eyes were wide as she realized what Jake had in mind, easing down and wasting no time in placing his mouth on her warm, awaiting mound.

Harold called out again, and out of the rush of excitement, Helen clamped her thighs around Jake's ears. He was deaf now, unable to hear, and unconcerned. He swirled his tongue on her sensitive clit.

Helen answered his question, and surprising them both, Harold continued the conversation, talking about everything and nothing at all. Jake found the situation to be such a turn on, as did she, gasping for air from time to time, never having done anything so exciting in her life.

He lost himself in his mother-in-law's wet and swollen sex. She placed both hands on the sides of his head, trying to pull his face into her, hard and without a care in the world. Her husband sat, unaware, watching sports and pratting on so close to them both.

Jake felt his mother-in-law move his head around, as his tongue swirled for her pleasure. She moaned, a little louder than she intended, and put a hand up to cover her mouth. The last thing they needed was Harold coming to inquire about the noise.

Jake meanwhile had moved one hand up to her parted lips, placing his fingers at the entrance to her warm slit. As he made his tongue work magic on her body, he slowly slid a finger in, and then two, moving in rhythm to her hips, which seemed to be moving on their own.

Her orgasm surprised even her. The sheer force of it, unexpected and aided by the risk of being caught. She began to buck her hips into his face, pulling hard at his head, his tongue making contact with her swollen clit. Her legs shot up and wrapped around his neck, trapping him. She grabbed a nearby hoodie meant for donation and used it to muffle her scream as best she could.

Jake did not mind at all; he loved her reactions. Helen's hips were pushed up in the air, and it was a long moment before she came back to reality.

Unfortunately, it was Harold's voice that brought her back, "Don't you think so?" he asked.

It took a moment for her to respond. Her voice was simply not her own at the moment. Eventually, she was able to get out, "Yes, dear. I think so."

She had never had a climax as strong as that. Her body felt like she had run a marathon. Her body was slumped in the beanbag chair, legs wrapped around Jake's head, in no hurry to leave. When she looked at her son-in-law kneeling between her legs, there was a big grin on his face.

Jake made his way to his feet, a massive tent in his shorts. Helen was about to reach up, saying softly, "God, I love your energy," when Harold called out again, interrupting with a question about who knows what.

Jake bent down and kissed Helen on the lips, long and deep.

"We'll continue this later tonight," he said.

Helen smiled, slowly getting up and pulling her dress down. She was annoyed at the interruption, but knew it was the smarter move. It would be hard to explain if he came in and found mother- and son-in-law in such a compromising position.

Chapter 6

Helen was both satisfied and unsatisfied. Satisfied after an incredible demonstration of oral skills by Jake, and horribly unsatisfied after Harold's interruption before she could finish him off.

They both knew what to do. The table was set, the aroma of roasted chicken and garlic bread thick in the air. Harold, encouraged by three glasses of wine, grinned lazily as Helen refilled his glass for the fourth time.

"You're spoiling me," he chuckled, raising the ruby-red liquid to his lips.

"You deserve it," Helen purred, her fingers lingering on the bottle just a second too long before she set it down. Her summer dress, thin, sleeveless, the same pale yellow one she'd nearly torn in the basement earlier, brushed against Jake's arm as she took her seat.

He didn't move away.

Across the table, Harold dug into his meal, oblivious to the way Jake's knee pressed against Helen's beneath the table.

"Pass the potatoes?" Jake asked, his voice casual.

Helen handed him the bowl, their fingers brushing. "Careful," she murmured, just for him. "They're hot."

Jake's lips twitched. He took his time scooping a portion onto his plate, making sure she was watching the way his fingers curled around the spoon.

Harold, blissfully unaware, launched into a story about the one that got away, some fish he'd almost caught last season. His words slurred slightly by the fourth glass of wine.

"Sounds like you really know how to handle a rod," Jake said, deadpan.

Helen choked on her wine.

Harold blinked, then burst into laughter. "Damn right I do!"

Jake smirked, his foot sliding up Helen's calf under the table. She kicked him lightly in retaliation, but her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted just enough to be dangerous.

By the time dessert was served, Harold's head was nodding, his eyelids heavy.

"Long day," Helen said sympathetically, patting his hand. "Why don't you go lie down?"

Harold didn't argue. He staggered to the living room and upstairs to the bedroom. He changed out of his clothes, collapsing right after onto the bed with a contented sigh. Within minutes, he was snoring.

The kitchen was silent save for the clink of Helen stacking plates. Jake moved behind her, his breath warm against her neck.

"You're evil," he murmured, nodding toward the unconscious Harold.

Helen turned in his arms, her back against the counter. "You love it," she whispered.

And then, because she could, she reached up and wiped a speck of sauce from the corner of his mouth, slowly, deliberately, before sucking it off her thumb.

The hallway was dark, the only sound Harold's deep, wine-heavy snores rumbling from the guestroom as they passed. Helen didn't even glance inside, pausing only to close the door softly behind them, sealing away any chance of interruption.

The master bedroom was deliciously cold, the air conditioner humming as it pumped out a steady stream of chilled air. Helen locked the door with a quiet click, the sound final, decisive.

Jake set the wine bottle on the nightstand, but neither of them reached for it. Not yet.

She turned to face him, the pale fabric of her summer dress glowing in the dim light from the bedside lamp. Slowly, deliberately, she reached back and untied the sash at her waist. The dress loosened, slipping off one shoulder.

"I want this to be good," she said, her voice low.

Jake's throat worked as he stepped forward, closing the distance between them. "It will be."

His hands found her hips, his thumbs tracing circles on the bare. She kissed him, hard and with purpose, ready to surprise him.

The dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but lace and the silver necklace she never took off. Jake's breath hitched.

"God, you're beautiful," he murmured, his hands sliding up her sides, mapping every curve like he was memorizing her.

Helen reached for the hem of his shirt, tugging it up and over his head. Her nails scraped lightly down his chest, earning a sharp inhale.

"Bed," she ordered.

He obeyed, falling back onto the cool sheets as she climbed over him, her hair curtaining their faces as she leaned down to kiss him. It was slow, deep, the kind of kiss that made her toes curl.

In between kisses, she whispered into his ear, "I wanted tonight to be special, even if Harold ended up staying. I've been preparing, and tonight, I want to give you my ass."

Jake looked at his mother-in-law in the eyes, giving her a questioning look.

"What?" He could see that his mother-in-law's eyes were focused with passion.

"I'm a virgin there, you know. Harold asked me when I was younger, but I had no interest in trying."

It took Jake a moment to fully understand, "You mean, you want me to..."

"Yes! Jake, I want my son-in-law's hard cock in my ass! It's all yours, everything is for you..."

Without another word between them, she slid down and took him into her mouth, making him rock hard in no time. It had been hours since their time in the basement, and she was no less worked up than she had been before.

When she was thoroughly satisfied with his manhood, Helen reached for a bottle of lube from her the night table. She turned onto her back, taking a couple of pillows and placing them beneath her hips. When she was comfortable on her back, her legs spread, she motioned to Jake to get between them.

He moved eagerly. When he was kneeling between her raised thighs, she applied a generous amount of lube onto her hand and motioned for him to reach out. She put a large dab into his palm, and he understood exactly what to do; she gripped his shaft with a lubed hand, stroking him to cover him completely, and he applied lube onto his two fingers, beginning then to slowly apply it to her back door.

Jake found himself almost blowing his load right there. He relaxed, doing everything he could to take his mind off the excitement. When she was ready, she placed her legs upon his shoulders, lifting until her back door was lined up to the tip of his shaft.

He moved his hips, slowly, pushing in just the head of his shaft. Helen moaned, and he stopped ensure she was alright. Her eyes were shut tight, but she beckoned for him to continue, "It's alright, it's a little painful, but it's wonderful."

Developing a slow, steady rhythm, the pair pushed back and forth, his hips delicate so as not to hurt her. After a while, he was halfway in, and her moans had become louder, filled with lust and passion. Soon he was pumping in and out of her, still not with great speed, but amazing at the tightness, looking down to see his entire manhood swallowed up by her buxom behind. The feeling was indescribable to them both, as she squeezed every inch of him.

She placed her hands up on his strong chest, feeling him move and he pumped in and out of her.

"Yes, baby, yes!" she moaned.

Jake marveled at the view below him, his insatiable mother-in-law, urging him to continue pumping into her ass.

"That's it, don't stop!" Sue moaned, dropping a hand down to have her fingers work her clit, building to an inevitable climax.

He watched intently as she touched herself, as her breasts bounced back in rhythm to his thrusts. He wanted this to last forever, but the truth was that their earlier romp in the basement has left him on edge.

"Oh God baby, I'm so close... I'm going to hit soon..." she whimpered as her body tightened and tensed.

"I'm close, too," he moaned. "Where do you want it?"

"Oh... finish deep inside me!" The words were too much, and she felt his manhood pump deep inside her and he began to climax. Both screamed in pleasure as Jake filled his mother-in-law's back door.

They collapsed into each other's arms. Everything felt so right, and they kissed deeply, before stopping to catch their breath.

"I hope we didn't wake, Harold."

They laughed, holding each other in a warm embrace.

Epilogue

Days turned to weeks, which blurred into months, an unstoppable rhythm of stolen, secret moments.

The garden shed, the laundry room, the backseat of Jake's truck parked behind the grocery store. He and his mother-in-law mapped the house and the town in a new way, turning ordinary spaces into places heavy with memory. Harold remained oblivious and unconcerned with his wife's satisfaction, and Tammy was preoccupied with her career. The kids, when home, became unwitting sentinels, their laughter in the next room only sharpened the thrill.

Helen stopped pretending there was any other way to live. The way Jake's fingers would graze her lower back when passing in the kitchen, the way he might linger a moment too long in doorways, his gaze dark with promise. She wore her sundresses thinner, her shorts shorter, just to watch his reactions.

Jake, for his part, became an expert in distraction, sending Harold on fishing trips with new gear, suggesting Tammy take that extra conference in Denver.

They lived this reality now, neither had felt this alive in years.