She knew damn well that that wasn’t even in the top five of things going around in my head, but now that she’d planted the seed, the idea slowly began to take hold.
As we looked into each other’s eyes, an ever-growing portion of my brain started thinking about eating her out, right then and there. Pretty soon, it was the only thought left in my head. And from the smirk on her face, she knew it.
“Well?” she asked arrogantly, a few seconds later — knowing I wouldn’t turn her down.
I slid off my chair, got on my knees and stuck my face in between her wide-open legs. Slowly, I started licking her trimmed twat. She ate her sandwich and drank her coffee for the next couple of minutes, meanwhile reading a magazine — apparently unbothered by what I was doing. She didn’t even moan or gasp once.
Now, I love eating twat as much as the next guy, but after about ten more minutes — especially since there was still no moaning or any other sign of approval, I decided I had had enough.
“Elaine, can I cum in your face?” I asked, poking my head up from her twat.
“Oh, sure,” she replied casually, leaning back slightly and looking down at me.
“You want me to get on my knees or…”
“No, stay like that,” I said, as I promptly got up and climbed up onto the table, maneuvering onto my knees, facing her. She leaned in slightly, bringing her face even closer and then just looked straight at my hard dick for the next two minutes, while I pumped myself to a finish.
I arched my back and shot a small ribbon, along with a few dozens drops across her right cheek, and that was the end of it. Unceremoniously, she got up from her chair — ignoring the freshly deposited cum on her face — and whispered, “I’ll go and see if Erica needs anything.”
Having cummed twice in just fifteen minutes, I was a little worn-out and so I staggered towards the living room area, where I laid down on the couch and closed my eyes. I must have drifted off to sleep pretty quick, because the next thing I knew, Erica came walking out of the bathroom, sighing contentedly as she was tying up her flimsy bathrobe.
Surprised, as I knew my wife’s baths always took quite a while, I glanced at my watch. I had slept for almost two hours! I took a quick glance around the apartment and noticed that my mother-in-law in the meantime, had been quite busy. Not only had she cleaned up the whole place, she’d also made the beds and made a fresh pot of coffee.
As her hair was still wet, I assumed she’d also taken a shower before putting on some clothes. Right now, she was making a salad — probably in preparation for dinner. Erica walked up to her and asked, “Hey mom, how about tonight for that whole making a mess- thing?”
When I stood up and looked at her, she turned to me and said — apparently realizing she needed to explain herself a little bit, “I told mom how you like to make a mess… ruin stuff, you know… she’s never done anything like that, but she’s willing to give it a try!”
I meekly nodded my head, hardly believing the carelessness with which she’d brought up this particularly delicate and raunchy subject.
“Tonight?” Elaine simply repeated.
“Yeah, I was thinking of surprising dad with some take-out… and maybe stay the night,” Erica replied.
“Good idea, he really misses you!”
“Good, it’s settled then, I’ll go and change.”
As Erica walked into the master bedroom, I glanced at Elaine and asked, “Just to be clear, that whole dad-thing… that’s nothing sexual, is it?”
“Richard?” Elaine chuckled, not the least bit disturbed by my question, “Lord, no. He probably wouldn’t know his own erection if it hit him in the face.”
Personally, I would have left it at that — but Elaine rambled on.
“I mean, he’s never been much of a horndog. We used to fool around about once a week, usually during the weekends, but even that’s been steadily diminishing over the last few years. I honestly can’t remember the last time I’ve seen his dick hard like yours.”
Erica — who could overhear us from the bedroom, shouted, “Too much information!”
I shared an awkward giggle with Elaine, after which she had a question of her own.
“So, uh… Erica explained your thing…”
“My thing?” I smiled.
“His fetish, mom,” Erica intervened again from the bedroom, “It’s called a fetish!”
“Your… fetish,” she corrected herself, “I got the gist of it I think, but I just need some extra intel… if you don’t mind.”
“No, go ahead,” I whispered.
“She gave me a list. Cereal, eggs, custard, milk… is there a particular brand you want me to get or…”
“Jeez mom, those were just examples,” Erica barked, “Anything wet, sticky or gooey will do!”
“I see. And so, it just goes… everywhere then?” Elaine asked, no longer sure who she was addressing.
“Basically, usually on yourself, but anywhere is fine… the floor, the table…” I replied.
“And what about fabrics, like drapes… and the couch, do I have to be careful with tho…”
At that point, Erica, having had her fill of — what she thought were — stupid questions, barged out of our bedroom in just her underwear and sighed, “For God’s sake, it’s not that complicated!”
She walked up to Elaine and added, “Here, maybe an example will help…”
She grabbed the salad bowl, in which Elaine had just poured quite some olive oil and vinegar, and walked up to the couch where I was sitting. As she looked her mom dead in the eye, she slowly turned the bowl over, pouring the whole contents onto the seat next to me.
Intrigued and a little shocked, Elaine sauntered closer, not taking her eyes off the bowl — from which a greasy, almost slimy liquid continued to drip. Without moving an inch or taking her eyes off of her approaching mother, Erica whispered, “Tom, take out your fat cock and start pumping!”
“Jeez,” Elaine whispered softly, now standing right next to her daughter, as she glanced down at her salad all over the couch.
“You work with whatever is handy,” Erica whispered, instructing her mother, “In this case, salad.”
When the bowl was empty enough to her liking, Erica ostentatiously threw it high up in the air, about two meters behind her. Slightly panicked, Elaine gawked at the bowl flying through the air and winced as it crashed into a dozen pieces on the floor, a few moments later.
“You ruin and destroy whatever it takes,” Erica continued.
Meanwhile, I had taken out my huge dick and was stroking it fiercely. When the broken bowl no longer held their interest, Elaine and Erica both glanced down at my cock. Instinctively, my mother-in-law licked her lips — thereby revealing how horny and eager she was. Erica had noticed it too, and decided it was time to wrap things up — or at least her involvement in this little scene…
She leaned down, scooped up a handful of the salad from the couch and promptly brought it up to her mother’s head, where she slowly started rubbing it all over her face. Most of it dripped down onto her clothes, and eventually onto the floor.
“The more you make a mess of yourself, the faster he’ll spurt!” Erica said, concluding her lesson.
“There… any questions?” Erica asked, grinning, wiping her hand on her mom’s skirt.
“I uh… I guess not,” Elaine whispered, carefully opening her eyes and glancing down at herself.
“Good, now go be the biggest salad whore you can be,” Erica whispered, turning and walking back into the master bedroom. God, she really didn’t give a flying fuck!
“So…” Elaine whispered, eager to play, but also extremely nervous.
Too horny to go easy on her, I continued pumping my dick and grunted, “Come and rub your face in it, you fucking slut!”
Eager to please, she walked around the couch and got on her knees, next to my seat. Slowly, she bent her head down towards where the salad was. She was careful — even a bit apprehensive — at first, not sure what it was going to feel like…
But, after carefully dipping her nose and then her cheek into it for a couple of seconds, she must have realized that it wasn’t that bad. Excitedly, she started rubbing her face back and forth, glancing at me every couple of seconds or so — just to see what an effect her lewd behavior was having on me.
I gasped and moaned while I continued pumping furiously, getting off on my mother-in-law degrading herself for me. From the looks of things, she was actually starting to enjoy herself a little bit. As she grinned at me, she scooped up a handful of the salad and stuck it down her skirt.
While she was rubbing the salad against her bush, she moaned and shrieked uncomfortably. She’d clearly never done anything like this before — which made the whole scene that much nastier. After pumping for another twenty seconds or so, it was time for me to cum.
I got up and leaned in towards Elaine, putting my free hand on her head and pushing it all the way down into the sodden couch while I moved my dick to within an inch of her face. She knew what was coming and took it like a champ. I squirted out another load of cum into her right eye socket. It wasn’t much… just one glob, but at least it was a nice thick, gooey one.
When I released my grip on her head, she sat up and looked up at me — with just the one eye. Then, she wrapped her slutty mouth around my shrinking dick and lovingly started sucking me off. I sighed contently and closed my eyes, thankful for such a whorish mother-in-law.
Barely a minute later, Erica came out of the bedroom, clearly startled, as she was reading something from her phone. The first thing I noticed was the fact that she’d only found the time to put on one extra piece of clothing: a skirt.
“My god, dad is on his way here,” she whispered, her eyes still glued to her screen.
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