“You’ve put the camera away. I think you’ve got all the shots we need.”
“It may be a bit chillier upstairs. Perhaps you ought to put your clothes back on?”
“I feel so comfortable. You’re not uncomfortable around nakedness, are you?”
“Um, no, of course not,” replied Imelda – an image of her daughter-in-law loosening the simple knots on her bikini bottoms flooding her mind.
Imelda let Cindy take her hand and lead her to the upstairs landing. Before they got to the open door of her bedroom, she suddenly got cold feet.
“I really don’t think we should be doing this,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady but not really succeeding.
“Doing what?” said Cindy, chilled as always.
“Um, you know, doing things – or at least thinking about doing things – that we shouldn’t really be doing.”
“Or thinking about doing?” added Cindy helpfully.
“Exactly!” said Imelda, allowing herself to be taken into her own bedroom – the bedroom she had only ever shared with her husband.
“And what are you thinking about doing at this moment that you think you shouldn’t be thinking about?”
“Oh, I mean, nothing in particular. Just letting a strange woman into my bedroom, I guess.”
“But I am your son’s wife. Why do you think of me as strange?”
“Of course, not strange like that. Around the kitchen table downstairs or you know -” her voice trailed off.
“Beside the pool?” Cindy offered helpfully.
“Yes – no, I don’t know,” replied Imelda, becoming quite agitated.
“I think you need to relax,” said Cindy. “Why don’t you lie down on the bed?”
“In my clothes?!” asked Imelda, before realising how it sounded and trying to redeem the situation.
“Yes! In my clothes. Clothes are good. Very good. Maybe you’d like to fetch yours and then we could sit down together and have a chat.”
“But we’re having a chat now, aren’t we?”
“Oh, yes, of course. What I meant was -” again her voice trailed off.
“Yes, what you meant?”
“What I meant was perhaps we could chat about clothes – okay, maybe not about clothes -about your job, or family. Something like that.”
“Family?” said Cindy. “I like that. I know my husband would be very envious of me right now.”
“Why on earth would Josh be envious of you? That’s the silliest thing I’ve ever heard!”
“Because he loves his mother so much,” Cindy said evenly, her eyes seeking out Imelda’s, which had been darting about the room.
“Perhaps, too,” Cindy continued, helping Imelda onto the bed in spite of herself, “your husband would be envious of you?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” countered Imelda. “He always has his son’s best interests at heart.”
“As well as mine, of course,” she added hastily.
“But what if his son wanted what is about to happen to happen?” Cindy said, as she placed herself on the bed beside her mother-in-law.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. The very idea is preposterous!”
“And what if your husband wanted it to happen too?” Cindy added, taking hold of Imelda’s hand and bringing it to her lips.
“He’s not into that kind of thing. He’s a very upright man.”
“Upright?” mused Cindy. “Yes, I think he would be.”
“Don’t be crude!” Imelda shot back.
But the venom with which she had intended to infuse her voice simply wasn’t there. Added to which, she was letting her virtually naked daughter-in-law kiss the back of her hand (now it was the palm) on the bed she shared with her husband. She realised that she had to put an end to this right away or things might get out of hand.
TWO
She started to say something but Cindy’s only response was to push her onto the bed. To make matters worse, she straddled her and began rubbing her scantily covered private parts against first her knee then her thigh, causing her skirt to ride up in the process.
When Imelda attempted to push Cindy off her, the girl responded by taking hold of the older woman’s outstretched hands and moving them from her shoulders to her breasts. Imelda knew she ought to move her hands away from her daughter-in-law’s firm titties but Cindy was using her own hands to clamp them in place. And still she kept grinding her vagina against her thighs.
Imelda couldn’t see but she had this picture of the skimpy triangle being pushed to one side so that her daughter-in-law’s puffy pussy lips (as she imagined them to be) were now in direct contact with the milky white skin of her thighs. Before she could stop herself, she saw the wet trail that those lips were leaving.
Imelda had no idea that Cindy had moved her hands until those beautifully manicured hands landed on her breasts. The sensations the older woman received were as if the barrier of cotton shirt and lace bra simply didn’t exist at all. She let slip a low moan, which was all the encouragement that Cindy needed. That, and the fact that when she had removed the hands that pressed Imelda’s hands to her tits, Imelda had made no move to take her hands away. Indeed, whether knowingly or not, she had begun to rub the compact mounds, sending shivers of pleasure down the younger girl’s spine.
Cindy wanted to celebrate the new stage into which her relationship with her mother-in-law was entering with a kiss, but decided to defer that, given the pleasure Imelda was receiving via her super-sensitive boobs. Encountering no resistance, Cindy pushed the older woman’s T-shirt up over her bra, then, striking while the iron was hot, undid the clasp of the bra (Imelda assisting by arching her back away from the bed) and lay the white garment beside them on the bed.
Cindy gasped as the hefty, yet well-proportioned, globes (crowned by perfect nipples) were offered up to her eyes. It was as if those buds were magnets pulling Cindy’s tongue towards them.
“In that case, who am I to resist?” thought the girl who had only celebrated her 21st three months before.
She dropped her head to Imelda’s chest, telling herself en route to begin by lavishing kisses on the fleshy parts of her mounds. There must have been some miscommunication between brain and mouth, as Cindy’s tongue instead journeyed like a heat-seeking missile to the older woman’s jutting nipple.
“Oh, fuck!” groaned Imelda, her inhibitions cast to the winds.
The state to which she had reduced her mother-in-law was beyond Cindy’s wildest dreams. She had been uncertain when Josh had first mooted the idea of her seducing his mother. Not because she didn’t find her attractive, and not because she wasn’t into women, but because she knew that Josh intended to use her to break down his mother’s resistance.
Was she happy to be used as a tool by Josh, however much she loved him? And she did love him. Why wasn’t she disgusted by the idea of mother and son enjoying relations that society frowned upon, that were indeed illegal? Josh had always teased her about the way she flirted with his dad, and now her she was playing the part of an accomplice (an all too willing accomplice) in the “resexualizing” (was that even a word?) of Collin’s wife and (heaven help her!) Josh’s mother.
Kaleidoscopic images of Collin fucking her right here on this bed were intercut as in a music video with images of Josh penetrating his very own mother. Rather than repulse her, the thoughts made Cindy as horny as hell. For today, at any rate, she had that mother all to herself and she was going to make the most of the opportunity.
“Stay calm!” she told herself. “Don’t do anything to spoil her first time with another woman.”
She could be pretty certain that it wouldn’t be her last bit of ‘experimentation.’ She knew many women who would give their right arm for a couple of hours alone with Mrs Dickinson.
When Cindy began chewing on the chunky nipple (light brown in colour – much darker than her own), it was as if a switch had been flicked in her mother-in-law’s control panel. Taking her hands from Cindy’s tits, she placed them on her ass, rubbing her buttocks with surprising force – her hands sometimes on the fabric, sometimes on the beautifully soft, unblemished skin. Cindy wasn’t faking it when she began to gasp – her attention to Imelda’s breasts temporarily suspended.
Encouraged by Cindy’s response, Imelda slowly pulled the string which was the only thing that stood between her daughter-in-law and total nakedness. She held the loosened string and pulled it across the girl’s ass until both her cheeks were bare. Working blind, she dropped the string, then placed first one hand, then the other on the shapely globes. The thought of what lay between them made her heart miss a beat.
Meantime, Cindy had decided it was time for her to share her first real kiss with her mother-in-law. Before she did that, however, she pulled her T-shirt over her head, glancing down at her waist, where the blue skirt lay rumpled, ready in its turn to reveal its secrets. After pushing Imelda’s mussed up hair away from her mouth and her eyes, Cindy brought her mouth down slowly but unerringly to the older woman’s mouth. She was delighted when Imelda lifted her head to meet her, as it were, half-way.
As if she had been waiting for this moment for years rather than minutes, Imelda let her tongue journey forth into the younger woman’s mouth, taking Cindy off guard. What she did next surprised her even more, as she pushed Cindy off her and pinned her on the mattress beneath her. Grasping the piece of cloth that still somehow clung to her hip, she flung it onto the floor. Once the preliminaries were out of the way, she kissed the young woman hard, slamming her mouth against Cindy’s smaller opening. Once more, her tongue marched forth to take possession of the girl’s sweet mouth, matching motors with Cindy’s own tongue, which refused to be ground into submission.
The sounds of their kissing reverberated around the room. Cindy had both hands at Imelda’s waist, obviously keen to get her out of her skirt and panties. But Imelda felt it only right that she got first dibs on her daughter-in-law. She had after all made a shameless effort to seduce her. Now it was payback time, as far as she was concerned.
Like someone who had done this all her life, Imelda dropped to Cindy’s tits and cupped them in her hands. They were really something else – so cute and so inviting. The nipples were undoubtedly the frosting on the cake. They way they stood up so tall and so proud (begging for attention) made Imelda give them a wide berth – at least, for the moment.
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