A Wedding Gift

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A Wedding Gift”Can I get you something to drink?” The words echoed softly in the contemporary kitchen with the tall ceilings. “I’m sorry?” I asked distractedly as I wiped some sweat from my forehead.”I’ve got black tea, juice, Diet Pepsi, iced coffee…I suppose it’s too early for a beer.”I chuckled. “Yeah, I think so,” glancing at the clock on the microwave reading 9:35AM, “let’s save the party for when we’re done. Ice water is great, thanks.”She smiled and opened the freezer; the frosty-cold air poured out and over her. “I love that feeling,” she said. She twisted a plastic ice cube tray in her hands, emptying the contents into a large glass pitcher she produced from the cabinet above the refrigerator. “That’s why I didn’t get the side-by-side.” She turned, holding the pitcher of ice, and I became distracted again.Maria was in her late forties, but looked far younger. With makeup and the right dress, she could have passed for thirty. She stood about 5’7″ with blonde hair she kept in a neat pixie cut. She was well-built. She wasn’t overweight, but nor was she thin. She had just a little weight around her arms, and her hips, but she was shapely. She had large breasts, somewhere in the range of a 36DD. Her frame held them well, though right now I was enamored with the faint outline of her nipples through her flowing white top. Doing my best not to stare, I turned my attention back to the new cabinets I was invited over to hang for her. “How are things with my daughter?” She inquired innocently in her sweet Australian accent. “Good, I hope?””Of course,” I said as I installed a door hinge in a cabinet. “It’s been two years, but we still have fun. Especially with the wedding closing in now, things are getting busier and busier.” “I’m sure,” she said. “I’m just so glad she found you. I’m so happy for you two.” She smiled. “In fact,” she added, “I have another wedding gift I wanted to give you today.””Oh?” I eyed her questioningly. “I brought the Spyder today,” motioning toward the gleaming blue Toyota MR-2 Spyder convertible sitting outside her front window. “With my tools, there’s really no room to take back anything else.””It’s okay,” she said. “It’s a…different…kind of gift. Nothing you’ll need to take in the car today.” I was confused. Acknowledging with a small “hm”, I returned to my work, drilling holes for the cabinet shelves. I pondered for a couple minutes what it could be. I didn’t think we had made the gift registry public yet, but maybe it was something else we didn’t ask for. “Ack!” She overfilled the pitcher with water from the faucet and a cube tumbled onto the floor near me. Before I could reach to grab it, she bent over and snatched it off the floor. To my dismay, she instinctively held her top tight to her chest as she did so. ‘C’mon, don’t get greedy,’ I told myself. ‘In-laws aren’t the ones to ogle.’ I installed the shelves in the cabinet I had just hung, closed the door and eyed the lines to make sure it was straight. “It looks nice,” she said. “I’m excited to see them all done.””Yeah, it’ll really be a different pla–” I got cut off as I backed up and my elbow caught the rim of a glass of ice water Marie had poured and was holding out for me. She gasped as about half of the water spilled out of the glass and fell onto her neck and chest, ice and all. “I’m so sorry!” I grabbed a large towel sitting on the counter and tossed it over her chest helping to wipe the excess water from her collarbones and shoulders. She untucked her loose top and shook it over the sink as the ice came tumbling out and clinked like a pair of dice into the garbage disposal. As she bent over the sink, I noticed her top was holding her skirt up higher. No belt, just the pressure of another layer of clothing was enough. I suspected she had recently lost weight, as I’d seen her wear the same skirt before without incident. Above her tailbone was a small, black, Y-shaped cloth that barely protruded from the skirt. It was enough to cause a twitch in my cargo shorts, but I brushed the thought aside. Maria turned and looked at me with an embarrassed smile. “I guess that’s one way to cool off!” I returned the smile and tried to say something witty, but it quickly disappeared from my mind as her now transparent top proudly displayed two large, very erect nipples and no bra. She blushed immediately as she covered herself with the towel again and turned away.”Oh, I’ll….I’ll go change,” she stammered. “Excuse me.”She walked out of the room rather quickly and into the master suite which was in the opposite corner of her large living room from where I stood. I couldn’t say anything as my mind had been imprinted with what I had just seen. I felt another twitch in my shorts and looked down to ensure I wasn’t erect enough to show anything. I wasn’t, but as I turned back to my work my eyes caught the reflection of a topless Maria displayed in the mirror opposite her doorway. Her beautiful body and her gorgeous breasts made my heart pump so fast that an erection had manifested itself and was to the point of being painful as it pressed straight on against the zipper of my shorts. I tried to look away, but I couldn’t. As I watched her further dry herself off she pulled down her skirt, revealing a black g-string that was lost between the supple cheeks of her ass. She bent over at 90 degrees to retrieve the skirt from the floor, giving me a perfect view of a beautiful pussy mound and labia just begging to be spread apart and licked. ‘What am I doing?’ I thought bahis şirketleri to myself. ‘I’m happily engaged! I shouldn’t find another woman attractive, much less my mother-in-law…’ The words even sounded silly to me, given this glorious woman in the mirror.She turned quickly toward the door, at which point I focused my gaze elsewhere. ‘She can’t catch me,’ I thought. ‘This would all be over.’ She called for me. “How’s it coming? You’ve been quiet.” “Fine,” I blurted. “Just doing some more measurements.” “Okay, I’ll be out in a minute. Sorry about this.””Okay, it’s no problem.” As I finished speaking I remembered my erection. Precum had already begun to drip from my penis, as I noticed a dark dot at the peak of the bulge created by my erection. Maybe I could pass it off for getting splashed with water…I touched it with a fingertip, pulling away a strand of clear viscous liquid with my finger that arced over several inches. I’d never had this much precum before, and especially without any kind of contact. My thought was interrupted by the clothes dryer turning on in the master suite. Maria opened the door fully and strode out in a kimono-style robe. “I’m all out of clothes. I forgot to dry my laundry this morning; hope this doesn’t bother you.” Her nipples were creating perfect peaks on either side of the kimono’s fold. My erection became too much to handle. “I’m going to use the restroom really quick,” I said hurriedly as I intentionally walked out half-sideways so as to avoid her seeing my tented shorts. “But that’s–” she started.”Don’t worry, I’ll be quick,” I said, and shut the door to the bathroom quickly as I entered. I turned on the light and the fan and stood in front of the mirror. ‘No more,’ I told myself. ‘She’s not your fiancee. She’s not attractive. You have to stop this.’ I remembered how, when frustrated with my own sexual encounters, or lack thereof, that I would often turn to information to help stifle my erections. Anything from a magazine to a shampoo bottle would work for quick reading material to help me turn my brain off and get back on track.The bathroom was cleaned out, without so much as a scrap of toilet paper lingering. I opened the drawers quietly, hoping to find something as I felt my erection still throbbing. Nothing in the top drawers. Nothing in the bottom. Checking under the sink, I found one very old can of Ajax and nothing else. As I picked up the can, something thumped inside of it. Shaking it gently, the bottom fell out. I caught it with my other hand before it hit the floor. Slowly, the weight in the can shifted and out slid a black silk drawstring bag. I set the can back under the sink and shut the cabinet door as I curiously pulled out the bag. Immediately I knew what it was; I could tell through the silk that this was a rather large, veiny dildo with a twist speed function. I pulled it out, seeing a good amount of wear on the pink silicone body. It had been loved time and time again. The rifling through the drawers had done enough to turn me off, but the moment I grabbed the dildo my erection returned in full force and throbbed again. Thinking that Maria had used this herself really got me turned on. Consumed by my arousal, I smelled the dildo. It had been cleaned, likely in the dishwasher due to the scarring, but you could still make out the lovely scent of her vagina. My mother-in-law’s vagina. I inhaled several times. I loved her smell, but there was something else I couldn’t pinpoint. I turned on the faucet for a few seconds to create the illusion that I was just cleaning up, but my mind was elsewhere.As I stood up, incredulously holding the dildo, there was a knock at the bathroom door. “Are you alright? I was going to say that the plumbing doesn’t work too we—” she was cut off mid-sentence as she opened the door and the lights turned off, leaving pitch-black darkness between us. “Oh,” she said. I quickly stuffed the dildo inside my cargo shorts’ side pocket. “I guess you figured that out.” “Y-yes, all good,” I stammered. “Just needed to freshen up.” I forced my erection upward under my belt, hoping it would hide it while it dissipated. I strode quickly back to the kitchen cabinets and positioned myself at the other end of the room facing away from her, hoping she wouldn’t notice my erection or the contraband in my shorts’ pocket. I looked as busy as I could, but realized quickly that I was being a little too aloof for someone trying to play innocent. “So Maria, I like that kimono. Where did you get it?” I asked. “What kimono?” she inquired in a low voice.I chuckled nervously. “The one you’re weari–” I dropped my handful of brackets on the counter. Maria stood in front of me, naked. “I don’t see a kimono.” She had the focused eyes and sly smile of a seductress at the top of her game. “Do you?”I shook my head and did my best not to stare, but I was taking it all in. I tried to play it off and turned back around. “I’m sorry, Maria, but I don’t think I’m okay with you being naked in front of me.””Are you sure about that?” she asked as she walked over to me with silent footsteps on the granite floor. Her hands grabbed my waist and I froze. I breathed heavy, eyes closed, trying to think about anything else. Part of me wanted to just leave, but I had such a weakness for women like her. Her hands moved slowly, yet determinedly, toward the zipper of my shorts. “It sure doesn’t feel like you mind me being naked.” One hand felt my erection from the base all the way up to the tip. The mobilbahis giriş other fumbled at my belt buckle.”Oh my. Oh…my,” she managed softly as both hands focused on my belt buckle and zipper. Quickly, my tool belt fell, and my shorts came down slowly. The polyester boxers I was wearing stuck to the tip of my penis and its precum. She spun me around and sat on her heels. “You’re big. I wasn’t expecting that.” She peeled the boxers from my body and down over my erection. Humorously, my penis slingshotted itself upward and nearly hit her in the face. “Maria….I don’t…why…why would you want thi–” I was cut off again by her tongue lavishly making its way up the length of my shaft. One hand slowly and gently massaged my testicles. I moaned slightly; that was always one of my favorite things.”Come here, boy.” She grabbed my hips and ran her sexy lips all along the length of my penis. “You’re mine today, aren’t you?” she asked. “You’re helping me today, right?”I nodded u*********sly, yet strongly. I must have had on the most confused-yet-aroused face one could muster. “Good.” With that, she plunged her face onto my penis, taking the length of it in one large motion. She pulled back again. “Who do you think taught your fiancee to do that?” I momentarily thought of my beautiful fiancee again and how guilty I felt, but my mind was interrupted by the movements of a woman who could have held collegiate courses on fellatio. “Mmm,” she said, “I’m getting wet just sucking your cock.” “My…pocket…” I managed to say, enduring the wonderful feeling of Maria’s tongue and throat. She reached into the pocket and retrieved the dildo. She gasped theatrically. “You naughty boy! Mmm….but I knew you were curious. Do you like the way my pussy smells?” I nodded. “And my ass? Do you like that too?” I nodded to keep pace, and realized what the other smell was on the dildo I couldn’t make out. My fiancee and I had only done anal once, when we were particularly drunk and there was too much lubrication involved. I accidentally slipped it in, and she said she loved it. So we made the most of it that night. The following day, in her hungover state, she said I must have tricked her into it and that she never wanted to do it again. There was no convincing her otherwise, so I never brought it up again. But I remember it feeling so good.”Mmm, Mommy loves her toy…but Mommy loves her new toy too.” She fumbled at the controls of the dildo and got it vibrating as she sucked away excitedly at me. She placed it under her, then stopped momentarily and gasped. I felt the warm air from her mouth wash over my testicles, which made them tingle. “I want to be ready for you, boy.” She bounced a little as she sucked and fondled me. “Mommy loves this nice big cock, yes she does.” Her breasts bounced up and down and I adored the sight.She alternated between cupping my testicles and playing with herself, which was out of view for me. I realized shortly after a time or two that she was inserting her fingers into her vagina, but from that angle it would be hard to do with a dildo already in there. She had put the dildo in her ass. She was getting her ass ready for me. I almost blew my load at the thought.”Come with me. Now.” She led me by the penis as she stood up and exited the room. I stared at her ass as she led me, confirming what I had thought. The blue dildo stuck out of her ass by two inches. Considering it almost measured nine in total, I would say she was used to this. I grabbed her ass cheek and spread it, revealing a little more of the dildo. “Mmm, yes,” she murmured. She took me to the master suite, wherein sat a lovely king size bed on a modern platform frame and a chaise lounger. She laid on the bed, her ass “I want you to taste my pussy now,” she commanded. “Lick Mommy’s pussy.” I obliged. She tasted incredible; sweet and succulent, like ripe fruit. I loved her blonde hair on her pussy mound, shaved into a landing strip. It occurred to me that my fiancee had the same design. I brushed off the thought and dipped my face deeper into her pussy. She moaned happily and gripped her right breast with her hand. “Fuck yes….fuck yes!” She moaned louder. “Suck my clit and finger me! Now!” As I did so, she moaned again. The dildo emerged from her ass with an audible pop as my face was covered in her juice. ‘My mother-in-law just squirted all over me,’ I thought. I didn’t realize it, but I was fumbling at my penis. The thought was almost too much to bear, and I had to stop. I didn’t want to blow my load, but I had just realized that I wanted her to have it. I wanted her to swallow my cum. “Here, boy,” she said through heavy breath. “Come up here.” She patted the bed. I sat on the bed, and she pushed me down onto my back. She was stronger than she looked. She grabbed something out of view that I could feel was attached to the bed and snapped it around my wrist. She cuffed me, and then reached for the other. I let it happen, and it was at this moment I realized I would let her do anything to me. “Do you want some? I need to get rid of some today. They’re so heavy…” I gazed at her, confused, as she reached for the dildo and quickly shoved it back up her ass. “Come here, I know you want some.” She straddled me. I could feel the vibration of the dildo on my stomach as she sat straight up, her large breasts agonizingly within reach. “Here,” she said as she squeezed at her breasts and nipples. Something creaked in the bed. I thought at first she mobilbahis güvenilir mi was miming the action of breastfeeding, which was hot enough in its own right, until a glistening trail of milk shot from her left nipple and landed on my face. The bed creaked again. “That feels good. I need you to drink more from Mommy’s tits…come here.” She got closer and closer until her nipple was within reach of my mouth, and she pulled back away. “Do you like it when Mommy teases you?” she asked. I didn’t. “Awww…” she cooed. Something snapped, and she squeaked out a little startled gasp.My hands shot forward. I had been pulling on the cuffs so hard that the chains snapped in half. She inhaled heavily, but I was already consumed. I grabbed both of her tits in my hands, pulling them toward me. Her hands moved to the headboard. I pushed her farther down my body, eventually to where I could feel the dildo in her ass with the tip of my cock. She moaned happily. I could see in the edge of my vision that she was smiling. “Suck Mommy’s titties, boy. C’mon…suck on th–” u*********sly, we had gotten so close to each other that the next movement I made pushed her down onto my cock. It slid into her wet pussy so easily I didn’t even notice, save for the heat of her body that now overrode my already throbbing veins.”Ohhhhhh fffffffuuuuck!” She moaned exhaustedly as I pushed in my entire length. If her throat could take it, her pussy sure could too.I flipped her on her back, pushing her knees on either sides of her gorgeous full tits, framing them. She was flexible, and I was going to take advantage of that. I supported myself above her and fucked her with my entire cock in every thrust. She squirted almost immediately, covering her. I brought myself down to suck on a tit again, taking the warm milk into my mouth. I kept fucking her, harder and harder. “GOD, YES!” she was enjoying herself even more now that I had taken control. “FUCK ME!” I pounded away at her pussy, thinking to myself how much younger and more supple she was than I would have ever expected.”Get over here,” I ordered. It was the first thing I had said in what felt like hours. I pulled out, and brought her back to me, lifting her up and flipping her over so that her ass was toward me. Her tits rested on the bed, slightly splayed out. My favorite view.I pulled the dildo from her ass, switched it off, and put it aside. It was clean…she knew this was coming. “What are you going to do to Mommy?” she asked. “I hope Mommy will like it.” She milked her tits again and played with her sopping pussy. “Oh, please put your cock in Mommy’s ass. Mommy wants you to fuck her asshole…”With the ease of the dildo going in and out of her I knew she didn’t need any lube. I stuck the tip in and she gasped. “It’s…bigger…around…than…the dildo! Oh my god…” Two inches at a time I thrusted in. Two inches in, one inch out, two in, one out. Her moans got deeper and breathier with every push. “Fuck my ass! Fuck Mommy’s ass!!”As I pounded away at her ass I realized this was something I would want for my own. I wasn’t making a mistake in marrying my fiancee. I loved her. But I knew this had to be an open option to me. Who knew that my mother-in-law was such a slut? I prayed she wouldn’t see this as a one-time thing.”FUCK!! FUCK M-M-MEEE!!” she screamed as she squirted again, drenching the last dry corner of the bed. “Do you like Mommy’s ass, boy? Do you want to cum in Mommy’s ass?””No,” I managed to grunt as I kept thrusting deep into her, my balls grazing her pussy and getting wetter with each thrust. “Good. Cause I want you to cum in Mommy’s mouth. Mommy wants to swallow your cum!” She was insatiable. I pulled out, turned her around, and she quickly wiped off my dick with that same overused towel. She jerked me off and sucked on my balls. “Mommy loves the way her pussy tastes. Mmm…”Quickly I let myself down from the sex-high I was on and relaxed enough to allow myself to cum. She was going crazy on my cock, all over it, from my balls to my tip and all around it. My breath started getting heavier, and she took notice. She kept rhythm by fucking me with her huge tits when she wasn’t sucking on me. Little droplets of milk emerged from her nipples when she stroked me hard with them. “You like that? Mommy likes that. But Mommy wants your cum…come on.” She returned to sucking for a few strokes, deepthroating me almost silently all the way down. “Come on.” She would repeat this course for about thirty seconds.”F-f-fuck…” I uttered. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum…””Yes! Cum in my mouth!” Her eyes got wider. “Cum for me!”Everything tensed up in my body and as I started moaning, she took all of me down her throat again. This time, with small strokes while I was all the way in. I came, feeling what I remember as over a dozen huge spurts. She didn’t cough, or gag, or anything. She kept me in her mouth and sucked on me hard as I came, and for a long time after. I reveled in the glory of the moment, standing and almost shaking from the immense orgasm I just experienced. She slowly pulled her face away, still sucking every drop from me in one fell swoop. She looked at me with the same loving eyes I knew from her daughter. ‘God, what if she found out?’ I thought. ‘She’d leave me. And if she didn’t, she’d never forgive me…and she’d definitely never let me do it again.'”That was wonderful,” she said cheerfully as she wiped her mouth.”Yes, it was,” I replied. “Am I to assume that was my wedding gift?””No,” she corrected me, smiling. “THIS is.” She motioned toward the door.There, standing in red lingerie, black stockings and high heels, was my fiancee. My heart stopped, but when I quickly realized what was going on, an uncontrollable smile emerged on my face. She grinned. “My turn.”

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