This girl wasn’t going to be allowed to have it all her own way. Imelda, as the senior partner in a relationship that was set to last for many, many years (for as long as she and Josh were together, and very possibly beyond that), needed to lay down a marker, to let the little minx know who was boss. Fortunately, Imelda had lived long enough, and learned enough of life’s lessons, to know how important it was to lay down rules and then abide by them – however powerful the temptations to break them might be. And, certainly, if she let herself think about it (and she wouldn’t) the temptation to feel a soft female tongue on her pussy for the very first time was as powerful a temptation as they came.
So, when she finally brought her tongue to Cindy’s breast, it was to the fleshy part. Imelda couldn’t be sure if Cindy was simulating or not, but even this attention caused the bubbly blonde to moan and make little whimpering noises.
‘At this rate,’ Imelda thought, ‘she’ll go off like an express train when I finally commandeer her pussy!’
As fate would have it, this prediction proved to be a very prescient one indeed.
Employing her left hand on Cindy’s right tit and her mouth on her left tit meant that Imelda had one hand spare. She remembered how much Cindy seemed to like it when she put her hands on her ass, but the only problem now was that her ass was inaccessible to all intents and purposes. But there was one part of her body which was gloriously exposed and which (Imelda had no doubt about this) would be just as amenable to being explored.
“I really ought to defer it for a bit longer,” Imelda told herself.
But the seed, once sown, proved impossible not to attend to and bring to fruition. As a kind of compromise with herself, she let her hand move slowly down her daughter-in-law’s flank and then, further, let it drop down via her groin onto her thigh. Imelda felt a vital surge of empowerment when the girl was unable to stifle a grunt – a grunt that spoke clearly of her sense of frustration.
The result of all this byplay was that, just at the moment when Imelda thought she would lose control, what actually happened was that she found she had control – in spades. So, while she continued to kiss Cindy’s titty (everywhere apart from her aching bud), at the same time she let her fingers journey all round what she imagined to be her sweet pussy (her soft pubic hair, her inner thighs) without ever moving in towards her core. It was a core which she pictured as being tight and wet, just waiting to receive relief at her fingers and her tongue. She could envisage this the more easily owing to the fact that this description exactly described the state of her own pussy.
As might be imagined, Cindy was not happy at the turn events had taken. If only she had stayed in charge, as she had intended to, she would have brought Imelda off by now and would have been receiving a good licking of her own. She only let the older woman roll her over and get on top because she thought it would be just a matter of minutes before she was handing back the reins to her. She’d made the mistake of looking at her as an older woman whose best days were behind her. At least now she had discovered for herself just why Josh was so keen to fuck her. She was just oozing sensuality. Not a bad thing to learn the hard way, she consoled herself. After all, she was confident now that she would enjoy a great time at her hands; and then of course she’d be primed to give her sexy mother-in-law the mother and father of all fuckings!
Thankfully, it appeared that even her mother-in-law’s patience had its limits. When her tongue alighted upon Cindy’s nipple, all hell broke loose. That one simple action appeared to release something in both women. Even while Cindy was using the kind of language that she would never in normal circumstances use in front of her in-laws, Imelda’s fingers finally plotted a course to her box.
The effect of the touch was beyond anything Imelda could have anticipated. Cindy began to buck as her pelvis pushed back against the finger (make that ‘fingers’, Cindy realised) that her mother-in-law had dropped into her tight pussy.
“Aw, fuck!” she growled, wanting all that was receiving and so much more.
“You like that!” Imelda asked her, taking temporary leave of her distended nipple.
“Oh, god, yes!” Cindy replied. “Where did you learn to do this?”
“That’s not for you to ask or me to tell,” said Imelda, happy to shroud her sex life with a little mystery.
“Fuck! You’re good,” said her daughter-in-law dutifully, maybe a little too dutifully for Imelda’s liking.
“Have you been unfaithful to Josh before?” Imelda asked – her bluntness, as much as the subject matter taking Cindy by surprise.
“I don’t really consider this unfaithful,” Cindy replied at last, even though she could simply have told her that she hadn’t strayed in the eleven months since marrying Josh.
“Don’t you now?” Imelda shot back at her, though interestingly she showed no sign of letting up with her finger-work.
“Well, you’re my mother-in-law and all, and it’s not the same thing with a woman.”
“And why is that?” asked Imelda, easing another finger into the girl’s squelchy pussy.
“Because – aw, fuck! – because there’s no penetration and no chance of, you know -”
“Having a baby,” said Imelda, finishing the sentence for her.
Cindy chose not to comment further – a silence which her mother-in-law took as agreement.
“So, if I used a strap-on on you, that would make it different, would it?”
Although Cindy had fantasized about taking her mother-in-law with a strap-on (in both holes), she had never expected to hear such words issuing from the lips of one she had taken to be such a conservative woman. As a result, she spent some time before responding, her thought processes being further complicated by the fact that Imelda’s thumb had begun to rub her sensitive clitoris.
“I’m waiting for your answer,” said Imelda, working her daughter-in-law’s pussy so hard that she knew she was in danger of coming.
“Yes, oh my god! aw fuck! No!” was all that Cindy could get out at this juncture.
“Is that a yes or a no?” said Imelda, continuing with her catechism.
“I’m sorry,” said Cindy. “I’ve forgotten the question.”
“Oh it’s very simple. If I were to put on a strap-on and fuck you with that, then that would constitute unfaithfulness to Josh, because I would be penetrating you?”
“No – aargh! – oh, fuck! It wouldn’t count because you’d have no sperm and you couldn’t make me pregnant.”
“Well, that really interests me, because you just said that fucking me behind Josh’s back didn’t make you unfaithful because I was your mother-in-law. You remember that, right?”
“I don’t know,” said Cindy, knowing only that what she wanted now was release at the end of that mother-in-law’s skilful tongue.
“Well, it’s going to be pretty important for our relationship going forward if you think that fucking me whenever you feel like it is fine or whether you think it’s somehow okay just the once but like sinful if you make a habit of it.”
“I trust you. You’re family. Oh my fucking god! make me come. Finish me off for god’s sake!’
“All in good time. I think I follow you with regard to how you see me fitting into the picture. We can be fuck-buddies, pretty much whenever you like. Josh won’t be hurt. Who knows? he might even find the idea of you fucking me a pleasant one.”
“Yeah,” Cindy managed to get out – if with difficulty.
“You’d like it for him to watch us, is that it?” Imelda continued.
“No! Definitely not!”
“How come? Would he find the sight of his mother naked disgusting? I can be quite sure he doesn’t find the sight of you in the buff anything but delightful.”
“I have no idea,” replied Cindy, the juxtaposition of Josh and his mother doing a wonderful job in focusing her mind, be it at the cost of much of the enjoyment she had been feeling.
Imelda noticed the way Cindy’s whole body had stiffened when she talked about Josh and his mother. She could have asked more questions but decided against it. She couldn’t afford to be seen to be showing an inordinate interest in her own son, not when the feelings she had been developing towards him made her vulnerable to little lapses – little lapses of the tongue, that is.
“One final question, Cindy, before I give you what you seem to want so badly. You said just now that I was family, and that made things different. So, what I’d like to know is this: how would you feel about fucking Mr Dickinson?”
“I’ve never, ever thought of that!” cried Cindy, realizing the infelicity of her response too late.
“Nobody ever said you had, you little slut! My god, I realize I’m going to have to keep you two apart. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you wiggle your cute little tush in his face, when you think I’m not looking.’
Cindy realized that she had to do everything in her power not to antagonise Mrs Dickinson if she wanted to achieve the orgasm that she craved above all else, so she kept quiet. It seemed to do the trick.
‘Now that we know where we stand, let me see to your needs quickly, so you can then show me whether you are quite the lover that you obviously think you are.”
As challenges go, it was certainly up there with the best of them.
THREE
Cindy was still bristling at her mother-in-law’s use of the word “quickly” when she felt that woman’s tongue make landfall on her pussy. She really didn’t want to act out like some sorority girl, but the intensity of the feeling was just too much for her.
“Oh fuck!” she cooed like a dove.
Imelda smiled inwardly even as she made a point of savoring the delicious bouquet, much like a sommelier assessing a vintage wine on his palate.
‘Sometimes you just can’t beat experience!’ she told herself.
Right now, running her tongue along the flat lips of the girl’s Barbie vagina, Imelda wondered why she’d never been with a woman before. Sure, there were the normal reasons for a female of her age and background: the conservative upbringing, the church-going; but that hadn’t stopped other women of her acquaintance from ‘experimenting’, as it used to be called when she was in high school.
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