Mother-in-law on demand
Angelika Sergeevna, a woman of forty, was, as they say, getting younger with each passing year. Her bright, striking appearance was accentuated by her shapely hips, which transitioned into a waist that had not lost its girlish slenderness, and her full, natural breasts evoked an inferiority complex in any female from 16 to 50. Moreover, Angelika took care of herself. There were diets, fitness, and treatments at an inexpensive but quality beauty salon. In short, the woman always and everywhere attracted male attention. All the more so because she dressed accordingly—skirts whose length or slit showcased her long legs, blouses whose necklines
allowed one to appreciate the neat fullness of her breasts, high-heeled shoes or sandals that kept her calves slightly tensed…If you added to this subtle makeup that merely emphasized the lush fan of lashes framing her clear eyes, the black arches of her elegant brows, and her full, sensual lips, it became clear—such looks weren't given to every Hollywood star. And all this was mainly for herself. The thing was, Angelika had long been disillusioned with men, considering them lustful goats, chauvinists, and God knows what else. Sometimes she would meet someone when her healthy body demanded it, but these encounters lasted no more than a month or two, until the suitor began to get on Angelika Sergeevna's nerves, either by falling head over heels for her or by paying insufficient attention.
And when her daughter Olya, who also possessed remarkable looks, brought her young man to meet her, Angelika immediately took a dislike to him. Olya was an enthusiastic creature, a sort of clever blonde combining sex appeal, a knack for getting into various situations, absent-mindedness, and indomitable optimism, yet she had no understanding of life whatsoever. This was evident from her chosen one—a tall, slender guy, dark-browed, smiling, with strong arms and broad shoulders. In short, a stud, the likes of whom are hard to find. Angelika did not fail to inform her daughter of this right in Sasha's presence. But Olya just laughed then, and Sasha smiled thinly and said, "Well, why say that? After all, people often become what others want them to be!" From that moment, the dislike grew to the scale of a cold war, and Angelika only became more convinced of her initial conclusions: she constantly caught Sasha's gaze on her breasts, or on her shapely knees, or even deep into her cleavage, especially when she leaned over, for example, to set down a tray with cups for a shared tea. However, Olga had already turned 18, and Sasha was a full 25, so Angelika couldn't forbid them from seeing each other. Nor did she want to—who knows who the next one would be, and this one at least doesn't drink, earns decently, and isn't rude… So she gave her consent to the wedding without much resistance, only telling her daughter: "Look, I warned you!"
And now!..
The funniest thing was that Angelika didn't remember what had led to this situation. Yes, she had overindulged at the party celebrating her new position and even suspected that her boss had added something else to her martini with juice, something meant to help drag her into bed. But she had managed to call her daughter with a request—to pick up her inebriated carcass. She still remembered Sasha arriving, but after that, there was a blackout.
When the moans in the adjacent bedroom ceased, Angelika, stunned by her own feelings, missed it. The peak was very near when suddenly the door opened a crack, letting bright light into the dimly lit room. Caught off guard, the woman barely had time to lower her bottom onto the bed, shift her hips, and cover her large, firm breasts with painfully hardened nipples. Phew, she almost disgraced herself in front of her daughter, masturbating on the bed belonging to the young spouses! But you're supposed to knock! Angry at her unsatisfied desire and the rude, no matter how you look at it, intrusion into the bedroom, Angelika lifted her head from the pillow and froze in shock. It wasn't her daughter at all! It was her son-in-law! And in what state! Completely naked and with an impressively sized erect penis! Sasha smirked crookedly:
— I saved this especially for you, Mom! — and nodded at his hefty pride, proudly rising from the thick growth below his stomach. — Or rather, for you, Angelochka…
What was happening was so unbelievable that Angelika could only blink as her son-in-law covered the distance to the bed and fell upon her, instantly pulling the blanket down to her hips and burying his nose between her firm breasts. Strong male hands simultaneously squeezed the globes of her breasts and began shamelessly kneading them. First of all, a little bomb exploded between her legs, because the fact that a living male body was pressing her into the bed was undeniable, and in her state, that was exactly what she needed. The "toy" orgasm sobered the woman up a bit, though not completely; the fire between her thighs still raged. Her calm was not helped by the fact that the male body belonged to a young guy who was very handsome, and who, while kissing the hollow between her breasts, was passionately fondling them, constantly brushing against her swollen nipple shafts. But she wasn't some trembling freshman being seduced by the first guy in the dorm!
Sober thoughts, despite the alcohol in her blood and the arousal, flowed coldly and detachedly. Her son-in-law's wild antics only confirmed her worst fears about his womanizing, but she didn't want to start a scandal either. Better this than a drunkard or a tyrant.
Angelika said in a tone that could freeze a small pond:
— Get out, you scoundrel!
She made no attempt to push her son-in-law off, continuing to lie as if nothing was wrong, but she knew that such an icy tone would stop any man, no matter his state. It worked this time too.
Sasha pulled back, sitting on the edge of the bed next to her feminine thigh, and smirked:
— Why so unfriendly?
— Yeees, dear son-in-law, I had a better opinion of your mental abilities! Did you really think this would work? You truly have a sick imagination, — the woman curled her lips contemptuously, trying not to think about the fact that his penis in its all-conquering erection kept coming into her field of vision.
— Why not? — Sasha shrugged. — Your moans through the wall were clearly audible. Even Olya said the neighbors were getting frisky, but I figured out right away that it was you… By the way, Olga sleeps like a log after sex, you couldn't wake her with a cannon, so we won't disturb her…
— Enough! My personal life is none of your concern, I'll manage somehow without snot-nosed youths, — Angelika felt her face flush—she'd been caught after all! Nevertheless, her tone remained cold and haughty: — Get out if you don't want a scandal. I'll make such a scene that even Olga will wake up! I'm giving you five seconds!
— It seems there's been some misunderstanding between us, — her son-in-law shrugged again. — You don't remember what happened between us a few hours ago?
— Nice try, — Angelika demonstratively yawned, stretching and noting with pleasure through half-lowered lashes how her son-in-law's eyes lit up and his not-so-small penis twitched as if she had touched it with her hand. — But I somehow still don't believe anything could have happened between us, sorry, — the woman smiled thinly. She was amused by this conversation, where she, it must be said, was quite consciously displaying her bust to her son-in-law, and he sat there with an undiminished erection, his cute butt almost touching her thigh. And deep down, there was still a little devil whispering to the still-aroused Angelika: "Throw off the blanket and spread your legs for him." And although she had no intention of following stupid advice, she also didn't want to end the conversation, which was proceeding in a relaxed, friendly atmosphere. She even had the thought to provoke her son-in-law into attacking again. A bad, perverse thought, but one that made the corners of her lips rise in a dreamy half-smile and her slit release drop by drop. Of course, after enjoying a couple of seconds of male palms on her breasts, she would have heartily punched his manhood and then kicked her son-in-law out of the room…
— I see you were really out of it! — Sasha suddenly leaned over his mother-in-law's bare torso, momentarily touching her side with his hot head. The fleeting touch, like an electric shock, pierced the woman, making her body shudder in a sweet spasm of pleasure. Barely catching her breath, Angela found a smartphone in her son-in-law's hands, which he had obviously brought with him and thrown on the bed before starting to harass her.
— I downloaded this recording from the dashcam, dear Angelochka…
— Did I not give myself to you on the hood of the car, otherwise why the dashcam? — Angelika laughed softly, wondering if her son-in-law had indeed lingered too long in the bedroom of his half-naked mother-in-law?
— Here! — Sasha turned the screen towards her, where headlights illuminated the shoulder of a deserted stretch of road, the closest from her institution to the new buildings where the newlyweds lived. The road was broken and had sluggish traffic, but it allowed bypassing the most tedious traffic jam. — Right here you said you needed some air.
Sasha moved closer to the headboard, and Angelika, trying to watch what was happening on the display, barely suppressed a convulsive sigh when the magnificent penis ended up right next to her. She even had a somewhat respectful thought: "The rogue is strong, hasn't lost a centimeter of his erection!" However, overcoming her instincts, the woman forced herself to focus on what was happening on the little screen. And there, the luxurious figure of the 40-year-old woman, swaying in the headlights, walked a dozen steps away. Then a slender male figure joined her. And then something strange happened: the drunk Angelika rushed, apparently sobbing, into her son-in-law's arms. The lips of the present Angelika curled contemptuously: she must have gotten so drunk that she went to hug her number one enemy on the planet! This is a lesson—she shouldn't have drunk, knowing how badly alcohol affects her mental abilities!
— Here you're admitting what a good guy I am. Then you say you'll do anything so I don't hurt your girl and don't cheat, — Sasha commented on the recording. — And this moment I like the most. I just wanted to tease you, pressed on your shoulders and said, like, you know what you have to do for that. And then… Watch, watch what happened next!
Paralyzed by shock, Angelika saw herself there, right in the middle of the road, kneeling before her son-in-law, and then… The recording wasn't too good, and the screen didn't allow seeing everything in detail, but the movements of her head left no doubt about what was happening. She was giving her own son-in-law a blowjob! And on her own initiative! His half-hint and pressure on her shoulders, not even noticeable in the clip, didn't count. Of course, this didn't negate the fact that Sasha was a scoundrel who took advantage of what her boss had also hoped for—to have a drunk woman. But what about her! How did she allow this, and starting with a blowjob right away?
Humiliated, the woman froze in prostration, not resisting when Sasha finally threw the blanket off her and began exploring her flat stomach with light kisses, moving lower and lower. And if Angelika herself, stunned by her own perversity and feeling all-consuming shame from her fall, could barely think, her body in these moments lived its own life—shuddering when male lips touched her delicate skin, and treacherously spreading her legs when the trail of kisses reached her pubic mound with its thin strip of intimate hairstyle.
The woman came to her senses too late. Sasha was already lying with his chest on her stomach, his hands kneading her firm, soft buttocks, and his tongue penetrating her wet slit again and again, as if fucking her. Angelika almost leaped on the bed: her own son-in-law was fucking her with his tongue, and she was only moaning with pleasure and even slightly lifting her hips to make it easier for him! This was beyond belief, even considering everything that had happened on the deserted road. After all, there she hadn't been aware of anything, and couldn't remember, but now she was sober enough to clearly understand—her own son-in-law was giving her cunnilingus, and she was loving it…
Angelika angrily pushed Sasha away, hissing:
— What do you think you're doing?
— But didn't we agree? — Sasha moved back to her thigh, continuing to stroke her body with one hand, a body grateful even for such weightless caresses.
— Take your hands off, you scoundrel! Olga will kick you out instantly once she finds out!
— That's just it, — the male hand slid to her pubic mound and, for some reason, easily slipped between her thighs, caressing the wet, delicate folds with unhurried movements. — I might still be able to make up with her, but you'll lose your daughter forever, Olga won't forgive you. So spread your legs and try to enjoy it. Especially since, as I can see, you're dripping wet!
Angelika closed her eyes, clenching and unclenching her fists helplessly. Sasha was right both about her daughter never forgiving her, and about her literally soaking the sheet beneath her under her son-in-law's hands. It was a complete surrender, and when the man loomed over her, propped on his hands, she obediently spread her thighs.
However, that wasn't all. Angelika still found the strength to resist, suppressing a lustful moan with an incredible effort of will when Sasha plunged into her vagina with one thrust. Of course, her resistance was that of a woman being raped, but nevertheless, she forced her body to lie calmly under the man rhythmically driving his member balls-deep into her squelching vagina. A cold doll, serenely closing her eyes and only slightly wincing at the most brutal thrusts. The only thing she allowed herself was to open up as much as possible for the male eagerly fucking her.
— Something wrong? — Angelika asked innocently, opening her eyes and raising one eyebrow questioningly.
— You're all wet! — Sasha grinned, wiping sweat from his forehead. — Relax and enjoy!
— How can I do that? — the woman feigned surprise, trying to restrain the desire to spur her son-in-law with her heels so he wouldn't stop and would continue fucking her in the same delightful rhythm. — I'm wet, yes! But, as you correctly noted, I had the misfortune of arousing myself. What does that have to do with you? If you can arouse anyone, it's only an inexperienced fool like my daughter. So, if you have the conscience to fuck a woman you couldn't arouse, then continue…
Contrary to her hopes, Sasha only grinned rakishly:
— I can see how your body responds to me, dear mother-in-law! So you won't fool me. But if you want it that way—fine. I don't care, I've wanted you for a long time, and now you'll come to me at the first call and do whatever I wish. And you can even lie there like a log…
With these words, the son-in-law lay down on his mother-in-law, flattening her breasts with his torso, slipped his hands under her feminine buttocks, and, lifting them off the bed, began delivering deep thrusts, penetrating the submissive body deeper each time, though it seemed impossible.
"Lost… Lost" — was the only thought pounding in her head when Angelika finally gave in. Her feet began to caress his thighs, her fingers dug into his buttocks, urging the strong body onto her in a passionate attempt to feel the member deep inside, and her teeth lightly nibbled his shoulder, unless her lips were kissing the collarbones and neck of the man panting above her.
Mother-in-law and son-in-law came simultaneously. Angelika, seized by a silent scream, bit her own hand, while burning semen was pumped into her vagina with firm spurts, intensifying the already obscenely sweet orgasm. Her luxurious body was still shaking with the last tremors, squeezing the still-hard member inside, when Sasha tried to kiss her. She found the strength to turn away and offer only her cheek for the kiss.
— Now get out, — Angelika wearily closed her eyes, despising herself for allowing lust to overcome her and become what she had just been—a female squealing with pleasure as she took a male.
When the son-in-law, muttering something discontentedly, left, the mother-in-law lay a