A Dilemma is Settled

A Dilemma Is Settled

It had taken time, and some failed relationships for him to finally settle down and to do so close to his thirtieth birthday.

Ralph had been in a relationship for almost three years, now, and he thought of it as a steady and rewarding bond. He has a lot of fun with Jenny and they really love each other. On top of that, he also has nice in-laws to be, the Sawyers, because he also reckons that he has to be lucky in that for everything to work out, long term.

And it has to be said that Jenny's mother, Maureen, looks wonderfully good for a woman of her age, close on sixty. And she has something his girlfriend and partner doesn't have, beautiful full breasts. There are times they are together, the four of them, when he cannot help but sneak a look at how Maureen's breasts move under her blouse, her nipples sometimes poking at the fabric that shapes their swell. It often sets him wondering what she is feeling when that happens.

Yes, he would readily admit that he was a boobs man but in the case of being with Maureen, things between them took a turn; something happened that has defined their relationship ever since.

It was last summer, at the height of a hot and very dry spell, that he had to pick up a power drill and some bits for a job that he had to do at his own place, some equipment that Alex Sawyer had agreed he could borrow for a few days.

He and Jenny only lived a ten-minute car drive away so, on a Saturday morning he went over to the Sawyer's place expecting Alex to be there and to hand him what was needed.

He was there in no time and out of habit he also took a spare set of their house keys, just in case there was a mix up in the arrangements they had made.

There was, for when he arrived, he had to let himself in. Their car was gone and he assumed that he would be alone. As he stepped across the boarded floor of the hallway it creaked and it was then that he heard Maureen, calling to him from upstairs.

"Ralph, is that you?"

"Yes, I won't be long. I'll just grab the tools that I need and then I'll be gone... won't disturb you on a Saturday."

The woman that he saw stepping down the stairs had a wonderful, captivating, smile, her lightly tanned face scarcely creased when she did that. Her grey hair was haphazardly parted on the left side of her head and hung down to her shoulders, Maureen's high waisted bikini tight on her skin, the halter-necked top shaping the weight of her breasts and deepening her cleavage. He had never seen her clothed like this, before, and the matching wrap hung loose, the sleeves finishing hallway up her slender arms.

She was Jenny's mother, but he had never felt the harsh cramp of longing for her that he now felt for the woman before him.

"Alex has gone out; he did not say how long he would be and so you'll have to find what you need on your own. I don't know where to begin looking..."

"That's okay." He gazed at her, then away to the door he needed to get into the garage. "I'll go grab what I told him I'd take."

"There's no rush, I hope, Ralph... you don't have to leave right away, so... so stay and have a coffee with me." She said it as Maureen brushed past him, her wrap floating on the air, her footsteps scarcely to be heard.

"Yes, I'll stay and have a coffee... sit out in the sun with you."

He didn't need to do that Maureen thought, as she gazed at him, at the man her daughter was known to be besotted with; a man who looked so darned strong and fit, his arms muscled as were his legs. His mop of brown hair was brushed away from a high forehead; Ralph's nervy smile to be seen and creasing his lightly bearded face. He was taller than she was and his T-shirt was filled by a strong chest, his pecs shaped by the cloth.

"Carry the tray for me, would you?" she asked on meeting his approving gaze upon her. She felt somewhat dismayed, and felt flattered, to have this effect upon him.

"Sure," he answered easily enough. "It's only just gone eleven o'clock and it's warm already..."

"Ideal sunbathing weather," she suggested, "so let's enjoy it for a while."

Once outside on the terrace, and when Maureen leaned over to grab hold of her coffee cup, he was able to look straight down between her full breasts, how they strained the triangles of patterned fabric that made her halter necked bikini so appealing to his sight. He was embarrassed to be caught looking at her, his soon to be mother-in-law; a comely woman, the sight of whom had made his cock harden and provoked a riot of dissolute thoughts.

They remained chatting over a cup of coffee and fortunately everything calmed down in him again. But it was high time to go, because he had some chores to do back at home and leaving any undone might provoke Jenny to ask some awkward questions when she returned from seeing friends.

"I'll go get the drill," he now told her as Maureen was seen lounging back in her chair, eyes closed and the wrap trailing over the ground on each side, exposing her bikini clad body to his sight.

"Do that, Ralph. I'm going to lie out here and enjoy the sunny weather," she answered lightly

It took a while to find Alex's power drill amongst the clutter in the garage, but he finally succeeded in doing so, along with the box of drill bits that he needed.

His breath caught in his throat, he felt a tightening in his briefs, as he caught sight of Maureen again, by the beautiful view of her curvy body as she lay on the sun lounger. The floaty wrap was gone, and she had loosened the halter neck strap of her bikini. It was now to be seen now hanging loose under her arms so that she wouldn't get an annoying tan line on her shoulders and neck.

What a captivating and arousing sight to see her shapeliness, Maureen's delightful cleavage and swell of her breasts filling the cups of her bikini, the briefs shaping her smooth mound.

"Have you got what you're looking for?" She was such a tease; he heard it in her voice, and he wanted to play along. He stared for a few seconds until he was startled awake again by her question. "As you're still standing there, staring? If so. would you like to rub some suntan oil over my back?"

He was caught in two minds, given how the sight of her made him feel.

"Yeah, okay, I'll do that for you," he replied after a moment's pause, knowing that it would be the first time that he would really touch the woman before him.

With one hand still clutching her bikini bra, Maureen got up and soon lay face down on the lounger, the towel smoothed out beneath her.

"Loosen the clasp, would you?"

His fingers trembled and he had trouble with that, but he quickly unclicked her clasp and made sure that the straps fell well to her side so that they would not be in the way. It also gave him the opportunity to see the sides of her breasts that were crushed as she lay before him; the sight of their rounded fullness arousing him some more.

"Are you still going to smooth some oil onto my back or are you just watching?" she asked suddenly.

He was shocked to see her move, to twist and look up at him, her breasts sagging for an instant and his gaze soon fixed upon them. Shocked and embarrassed he blushed, actually bushed, like a naughty kid caught out misbehaving.

"Sorry, I'm sorry," he stammered and quickly grabbed the sunscreen oil and dribbled a small amount onto the smooth skin of her back.

Hoping it was enough, he slowly began to rub it over her shoulders, between them and down over the ripples of Maureen's spine. He sensed that she liked it and so he decided to continue, waiting for Maureen to say something.

"Would you like to massage me a little?" she soon asked, softly, "you have nice hands, your touch is soothing and so relaxing."

Ralph did not reply.

Instead, his fingers and the palms of his hands slowly pressed and stroked over her shoulders, and he began to massage her gently, struggling not to have her thinking that they were caresses, the beginnings of something more sensual.

But to touch her was to arouse him, and he felt his penis swell and press into his briefs, the knot of longing tightening all the time as he saw her almost flawless skin and felt her warmth. He moved his hands and pressing fingers slowly down to her lower back, then to stroke the sides of her body up to the sides of her breasts.

What a wonderful feeling she aroused in him, the breach in what had been proper behaviour shown to each other slowly becoming more; it was all so unexpected and exciting. Ralph saw the goosebumps show on her skin, felt the slightest movements of Maureen's body as he touched her in ways not done before. She liked it too. Unperturbed, he continued.

"Shall I do your legs, now that I've started?"

"Yes, please, you don't have to ask, Ralph," she replied, keeping her voice even and natural. "I like what you are doing, sharing each and every unexpected moment that we have with me."

Maureen had often sensed that there was more to be taken from his glances upon her than Ralph gave voice to. Now, she had confirmation of it; sensed in the touches upon her that they had become more like caresses to her skin. She also felt what was behind those caresses upon her.

"It's so sudden... doing this for you," he confessed, stopping for a moment.

"Yes, but it's nice, don't you think... and so different."

Ralph moved and put his hands on her ankles and worked his way up slowly, over her calves, then behind her knees, then over her thighs, especially to the insides. Suddenly, Maureen spread her legs, a little further, and waited until he had oiled his hands again.

"I could lost doing this for you..."

"Yes, Ralph, you read my mind. Do the insides well too, those are just the places that burn quickly... hm, that feels so nice what you're doing."

He heard it in her voice, in how she moved in response to his caresses over the soft flesh of her thighs. He saw how she tensed her buttocks under the patterned cloth of her bikini. Slow sweeps of his hands were now offered to them, then to her thighs once more in a slow and soothing rhythm, the sweep u and towards her bikini briefs sensual and purposeful.

The situation became more and more difficult for him and Ralph wondered what to do with what he was feeling. A wrong move, or acting on what he was feeling, touching up his woman's mother, might be the wrong move and would wreck everything between them.

"Okay?" he blurted out as he gazed at Maureen's body now glistening from the suntan oil that he had caressed into her skin. She would soon be his mother-in-law and here he was touching her, being intimate in his touches, and wanting so much more and yet consumed by doubts.

But Maureen seemed to be asking for him to continue.

He slowly ran his oiled and gently clamping hands over her thighs and massaged the soft flesh, going so far as to touch just below the edge of her bikini bottoms, at the taut covering of her pussy. He couldn't bear the restraint that he was showing.

He felt her shudder and heard a sharp intake of her breath.

"Come with me!" Maureen demanded, suddenly, as she got up from the lounger, her hands holding the bikini to cover her breasts until they were inside the house.

He walked uncertainly behind her, lust for the woman now provoking an unbearable ache in his groin. She sat down on the couch and tapped the spot next to her as a sign that he had to sit there.

As he walked towards her, he saw that Maureen's eyes were looking at the bulge in his shorts, his erection impossible to hide from her. He felt the blush of unusual shame; they had never shown such brazen attraction, or lust for each other, as they were revealing now.

"Don't be angry with me when I ask something of you," Maureen said and as her bikini top was let go off and fell to the floor, her breasts hanging free and for him to gaze at.

"You wonder," he said on a low groan of approval as he gazed at their indolent sag, at the size of her nipples and large areolas.

"I hope you won't get angry and that what I now want stays between us, whatever your answer is."

"You want me to expose myself to you... show what Jenny gets from me?" he prompted.

"Yes, may I see it, what you bring to that daughter of mine... all that has made her speak fondly of you?" she informed him and without batting an eyelid. "Is that going too far... should I just touch it, like this?"

Before he could react, Ralph felt her reach out to clamp and squeeze on the bulge in his shorts.

"Jeez, Maureen... you do surprise me!"

"Go on, surprise me too!" she provoked on a laugh that soon became a gasp of dismay when she watched him strip off his shorts and pull his erect penis from under the cover of his pouch briefs. He had stood up and now towered over her. He tugged away his T-shirt and revealed his muscled and tanned torso, his washboard abs, his penis hardening and arcing out from his belly.

Freed, his uncircumcised penis now pointed straight up; a trembling and thick length of flesh that she at first touches then kisses, slides her flickering tongue over its length. It's a teasing moment that has him trembling as he stands over her.

"Wow!" she sighs, "Peter has nothing like this on him, and he takes so long to get hard... not like you do for me."

"Put an end to the waiting... what I have felt about you and see now... what you have for me. It's so much more than Jenny has and I want.... want from you, Maureen."

"I know, and I feel that too... crazy and deviant as it is."

He bends forward to kiss her upturned face. "Just this one time."

Her fingertips slide over his balls, clamp on his nut sac as she trails kisses over the length of his penis before she presses her lips to his taut belly, her hands gripping his buttocks as she begins to mouth him. What a wonderful feeling that is.

Maureen meets his look and knows that it is time for him to take over. Ralph pushes her back against the couch and Maureen gives a soft scream and looks at him again with that hungering and unmistakable look.

" You want us to fuck... here... now?" she asks needlessly.

"In a moment..."

Ralph takes a a step forward and puts his exposed and glistening glans against her mouth. She quickly gulps it down and he feels her warm wet tongue slide and swirl over it, before she sinks over him.

His long and thick pole slides deeper and deeper into her mouth and Maureen slowly starts to go up and down. He fucks her mouth and it feels wonderful. Every time he pulls back, her tongue slicks and swirls over his glans and she grips the base of his shaft with her fingers to keep him close.

"Jeez... Maureen!" She's clearly an experienced woman; she sucks him off like he's never been sucked off before, and Jenny's a beast with her mouth and hands. "I'm going to cum... lose it in a minute!"

"Then do that!" she answers, her words slurped as she sucks him off quickly. Against his expectations, she is now increasing the pace, and her lips are sliding back and forth over his long penis at a rapid pace.

"Maureen!"

He just cannot take any more, of what she is doing on him and who Maureen is to him, or was. She's become his demon lover. He shudders violently and feels cum squirting forcefully out of his cock, cramps of longing and the searing rushes of his semen as it courses through his shaft and out, into her mouth, not seeming to stop.

Exhausted, he falls back into the couch beside her while Maureen licks her lips clean. She gets up and stands in front of him and before he knows it Ralph sees his woman's mother push her bikini down her thighs and onto the floor.

"You wonder... you wonder!" he calls out, gripping her hips before Maurren's puled against his face and he begins to eat her out, to slick his tongue over her slit as she stands over him, her hands gripping his shoulders.

The view he has of her is wonderful; those magnificent breasts of hers swinging slowly before his face, the nipples like pebble-hard nubs straining to be claimed by his lips. He took first one, then the other, between his lips, clamping on them, swirling his tongue around each one in turn, then gently pulling on them with his clenched lips, mindful of not wanting to mark them.

"Yes, go on... now... now you have them!" Maureen's soft moans escalated and became loud growls of pleasure.

Without realizing it, he was staring again at her and his penis grew to a full erection once more, the cramp of longing in his belly unlike anything that he feels with Jenny.

"Do you like them?" she asks, provocatively, her hands prolonging his claims on them, the tug of his fingers on her large nipples.

"They are wonderful to see and to kiss, to suck on," he sighs. "You spoil me... with what I see of you and what you do."

"Differently from that daughter of mine... you mean?"

"Yes!"

Still standing over him, she bends over until those large mounds of flesh dangle in front of his face. What a wonderful sight she is to him, and she moans in response to the fierce clamp of his hands on them, the ferocious sucking of his lips on her nipples. They are large and hard in his mouth.

He took first one, then the other, between his lips, swirling his tongue around each one in turn, then gently pulling them with clenched lips, his teeth just grazing her skin. Maureen's soft moans escalated and became loud growls of pleasure.

"Fuck me, Ralph darling... fuck me!"

With her, all boundaries have now been broken because she starts to sigh and moan louder and louder. She eases away and walks to the chair opposite to where they have been engaged in acts of foreplay. She sits down and with her hands under her knees, she lifts her legs wide.

She is now really completely open to himself. She is not clean-shaven, but she does not have an exaggeratedly hairy bush. Her lips are swollen and slightly apart. Her pussy's lips glisten. She is so wet and what he will bring will slip in easily, he senses.

"Fuck me, now and hard!" she moans, then, "should we even... even if we've gone this far?"

Ralph put his glans against her cunt and rams it into her slit with a long and sinuous thrust as he bears his weight on the arms of the chair, Maureen's legs around his hips.

"Ralph, you wonder!"

A heavy sigh escaped Maureen as he began to slide deeper into her clamping love hole, and he began fucking her hard until his balls slap against her every time he does so, moving in a rhythmic pattern, quick short thrusts, followed by longer and deeper ones.

She moans loudly like a horny whore whenever he takes his cock out of her pussy and lets only his glans press a little against her pussy's lips, at her opening.

"Would you rather not fuck?" he asks teasingly, "then I'll stop."

"No, go on, but hard and fast!" she moans. "Fuck me, fuck me deep and waste me! God, yes, Ralph! Suck my clit! Lick me all over! Make me cum!"

Maureen screamed with wanton passion as he began alternating between her clit and her pussy hole, inserting his rolled tongue inside her as her juices flowed and covered them both. Then the idea of licking her from clit to asshole and back popped into his mind.

He slicked and flickered his tongue over the full length of her gash, teased it slowly before he slipped two fingers past her puckered skin and rotated them in her bum, momentarily.

"Ralph you beast!" she screeches, her body convulsing on the chair. "That feels so good... make me yours!"

Maureen wailed as his tongue and fingers resumed their claims on her pussy which was, by now, soaked with her juices. He couldn't pass up the chance to lick every drop that had oozed from her vagina, but as soon as he did so he reclaimed her clit.

"Go on!" she called out as he worked her clit and he sensed Maureen losing control, the imminence of her climax and so he devoted all of his attention to it, desperate to claim her body and have forbidden sex, knowing that today was, perhaps, the only time they could pursue these moments of wanton pleasure.

Maureen clamped her fleshy thighs against his ears and kept him locked onto her mound, gasping and struggling for breath; she then began quivering and trembling as those waves of orgasmic pleasure coursed through her body.

The more she trembled, the more he flickered his tongue tip against her clit, and the more he flickered his tongue, the more she trembled.

Just to make sure she was on the edge of climaxing, he resumed flickering and probing with his tongue, over her clit and into her. Convulsions followed as she exploded into orgasm after orgasm, the grip of her hands and legs on him, her obscene calls in response to what he was doing reaching him.

Maureen gasped for breath as her body spasmed; she began to push on his head insistently in an effort to salvage her ravished pussy from total sensual overload.

"You demon, Ralph! I thought you were going to make me climax until I was unconscious! Why did you do that?" she demanded on halting breaths.

"I don't know if it will happen again... that we'll be together again like this. Lie on the floor... I'll take you there."

He watched her lie down, then settled between her legs, moved to caress and kiss her body, to kiss the undersides of her large breasts as she held them for him to do so, pausing to claim those hard nubs and to gently tug and lick them in swirling claims of his tongue before crushing her body with his.

She took hold of his head and guided him to her waiting lips, then she began to snigger softly.

"What?"

"I can taste myself on your face... I must have gushed when you ate me..."

"You did."

"Oh, I've never...."

Whatever Maureen was going to say was cut short. She gasped as his cockhead had slowly penetrated her inner lips as it began the sinuous and plumbing journey into the depths of her clamping and boiling pussy. It took a while, but he finally felt her pubic bone push up against his.

He was buried as deeply in her clamping cunt as he could get, deep in the body of his partner's horny and demanding mother. Maureen shoved the soles of her feet into the carpet and lifted her bum off the chair, pulling him into her even deeper.

The only part of him that she hadn't captured in her vagina was his heavy nut sac, her squeezes on his prick with her pussy's muscles, the claims of her thighs as she kept him in her making him feel that he had never been so wanted.

"Live for the moment with me!" he called out and she responded, drew him in for a deepening open-mouthed kiss until they snorted for breath as they began to couple furiously.

Ralph had held himself in the depths of Maureen's love canal for quite a few seconds as they both revelled in the blissful happiness and suddenness of their coupling. His desire and instincts should be driving him on and to do one thing. But strangely, his heart told him to just stay still and enjoy this woman that had become his impetuous and wanton lover.

Slowly sliding out until only his cockhead remained inside the heat of Maureen's cunt, he waited a few seconds before returning to her depths. Maureen gasped in frustration as she felt herself being left empty as he withdrew, then moaned loudly in ecstasy as he returned to fill her demanding love channel.

As he bottomed out deep inside her, she wrapped her legs over his calves and began bucking her hips in time with his. Their minds, their hearts, their entire existence was in perfect harmony for these sudden and tempestuous moments of forbidden sex, their betrayal of others in their lives.

"You're making me feel so wanted... so wanted... so crazy for what you are doing to me!"

When she wanted him to stroke faster, he could feel her want flowing through his body, her wrenching claims on his penis making him hunger for more, every slow, sensual stroke that he offered.

They were connected in a magical dance of lust and possession of each other's body; not love as they would feel for their live-in partner. This was animalistic sex that they pursued, on the floor, and now wanted desperately, waywardly, from each other.

Their lips touched, then yielded to the demands of theirr interweaving tongues, to shared breaths of effort as they slowly climbed the walls of their passion; in their pursuit of completion and raw physical fulfilment; to the overwhelming rushes of a shared orgasm.

Maureen was in exactly the same head space as he was.

He began to increase the tempo of his slowly pistoning cock, and she rocked her hips to match that speed. Soon he was ramming in and out of her cunt as fast as he dared, and still, Maureen met him stroke for stroke; thrust for thrust.

She pulled herself from his hungry lips and buried her head against the base of his neck, grunting to the rhythm of their lustful dance of love.

"Ralph," she wheezed, "I need your cum inside me! Fill me up, give me your seed! Make me cum with you! God, Ralph, I'm so close!"

He could feel the walls of her vagina start to flutter against his cock, and his balls lifted in reply to that sensation, his nut sac tightened and the pressure in his penis rose to an unbearable strength.

"Take this!" he yelled as he climaxed, succumbed to the body wracking ejaculations of his semen as they burst from his twitching, jerking, penis and filling Maureen's womb with a flood of his semen. As the pressure of his first ropes relented, her cunt contracted and gripped his cock in a desperate attempt to pull more of his seed into her hungry depths.

Maureen had started screaming, her orgasm holding her in its tight grip. He was aware, through the haze of pleasure, of ejaculating again and again and that a sense of forbidden rapture overwhelmed him. It was as if only the sounds of Maureen's wails of pleasure kept him conscious of what they had succumbed to, had pursued to the very end.

He finally eased out of her and there Maureen lies helplessly looking at him.

"Don't you go thinking we will do this again," she says, yet her gaze on him and the grip she has on his flaccid penis, for an instant, suggesting that she is unsure that she will refuse him, were he to approach her again and when the opportunity was right. "Go and get what you need, Ralph..."

The moment has passed but he chooses not to force the issue with her. Their time to be together again may happen sooner than she thinks. He will pick his moment to return the things he has borrowed, then to reclaim her.

If they had faced a dilemma on what to do with their feelings, their betrayal of others as they pursued wanton and reckless pleasure, it was soon and passionately settled.

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