The Night I Really Got to Know My Mother-in-Law

Any other mother would have raised hell. She would have slammed the door, called my own mother, demanded that I leave her house that very night. But Lorena was not just any mother, and what happened when she caught us changed forever the way the three of us looked at one another.

I’ll start at the beginning. My mother-in-law was young to have a twenty-year-old son, and she was insanely hot. That’s not something one says lightly about one’s boyfriend’s mother, but it was the plain truth. Divorced, elegant, she lived her life without giving a damn about what people thought. Bruno had taken after her: handsome in just the right measure, not very muscular, but with a lean, toned body that drove me wild.

We had crossed paths a few times, she and I. I wouldn’t say we were close, because we weren’t really all that involved with each other, but Lorena had always been friendly with me. And every now and then, I found myself admiring her. Her outfits were usually even more provocative than mine, she showed off tanned skin and firm curves any woman would envy. I appreciated that beauty without thinking too much about it.

Because the truth is I’m not innocent at all. Like so many girls, I’d had my flirtations: kisses, caresses, an afternoon here and there experimenting with a friend. I liked giving another woman a strange, beautiful moment. Back then I didn’t consider myself a lesbian, not even fully bisexual. I only knew that Lorena’s body seemed spectacular to me, and that more than once I’d looked at her a second too long.

That Saturday, at the club, Bruno licked my ear and whispered what I was hoping to hear.

—I’m horny. Let’s go home, my mother’s gone out too.

Lorena had gone out with whatever hookup she had that time, and we weren’t expecting her back until the next morning. We had the apartment to ourselves. After a couple more drinks, we headed straight home, hot as hell and eager to roll around until dawn.

In the car, I hiked my skirt up over my thighs, just enough for him to see the lace of my thong. A little wickedly, I didn’t let him touch me, no matter how much we both wanted to.

—I want you so bad! —he growled, gripping the wheel.

In the elevator, his hands never left my body, which was barely covered by a very tight Lycra dress. My mouth sought his, trading saliva, sucking his tongue in a wet, shameless kiss.

—You’re fucking gorgeous, bastard. I’m so lucky —I told him against his lips.

The moment we crossed the door I pulled at his T-shirt. His skin was warm and feverish, just like mine. Bruno was trying to tug my thong down skillfully, and I, playful, kept dodging his hips while laughing.

—If I catch you, I’m tearing it off —he threatened.

—Then you’ll have to lend me one of your mother’s when you take me home —I shot back, and I ran toward his bedroom, showing him my ass beneath the dress bunched up around me.

There I let him take off only my thong. The dress and the high heels stayed on: I loved feeling like that, half-dressed and completely exposed at the same time. I lay back and yanked his pants down in one pull, just below that hard ass I loved kneading so much.

I held out one foot so he could kiss it, starting with my toes. I knew it would turn me on even more. Bruno took off one sandal and licked between my toes one by one, not caring about the sweat.

—You’re a dirty boy —I laughed, squirming from the ticklish feeling.

—And you love it, slut.

I kneaded my own breasts spilling out of the neckline, pinching my nipples until they stood out through the thin fabric. He went slowly up my calf, along the inside of my thigh, never breaking contact with his tongue.

—Who’s going to eat this little cunt? —he asked, his voice rough.

—The dirtiest boyfriend in the world —I answered.

When he finally plunged his tongue between the lips of my sex and caught my clit, I moaned and came in the first orgasm of the night. And I knew there would be many more, because he knew my body by heart: he moved his tongue from my clit to my perineum, lifted my legs to my chest and licked me without pause.

He was so focused on his task, and I was so lost in pleasure, that neither of us heard the apartment door. Lorena had come back alone, and we had left the bedroom door wide open.

I opened my eyes in the middle of a gasp and saw her.

She was leaning in the doorway, barely dressed in a tiny top and a pair of shorts that looked more like a strip of fabric. Far from angry, her face was pure lust. She was enjoying the show: her son’s bare ass, his face buried between my thighs, my hands kneading my tits and my expression of pleasure.

I got the scare of my life. But then I saw the dark nipple peeking out from one side of her top, and the hand she had inside her shorts. There was no doubt: she was masturbating while watching us. And instead of throwing me off, that sent my arousal soaring. I smiled at her and kept quiet like a little slut.

I put one finger to my lips, asking her to stay silent, encouraging her to keep watching. Then, without stopping talking to Bruno so he wouldn’t notice, I kept urging him on.

—Come on, baby! I love the way you eat me. Get it in me good! I’m melting.

I hooked the heel I still had on into my boyfriend’s pants and stretched my leg to pull them lower. He caught the hint and, without taking his face off my cunt, finished stripping in one motion, dragging his briefs down with the pants.

Then Lorena saw what her son was packing between his legs, hard, hanging between his thighs. She let her shorts fall to the floor without making a sound and showed me the tiny thong tossed aside, her shaved pussy, two fingers working their way between her lips.

We smiled at each other, mischievous. I motioned for her to come closer. At first she hesitated; I suppose she thought it wasn’t right to get into this with her own son involved. But she must have been really horny, because in the end she came over slowly, like a timid little animal.

When she reached my side, I replaced her fingers with mine. The wetness of her sex let me slide two fingers all the way in and move them up and down while she leaned over me. Her tongue tangled with mine, and just then Bruno lifted his head and discovered the company we had.

I don’t know whether it was the drinks, how hot the three of us were, or pure desire, but for all its delirium the situation didn’t seem strange to us. We kept going without asking ourselves whether it was right or wrong.

—Mom, are you sure you want to join in? —he asked, his voice husky.

—Yes, honey, I want to be with you. If you don’t mind.

—You’re smoking hot, mother-in-law. Stay —I told her.

—Join in, mommy —Bruno insisted.

My free hand slid from her hair to take one of Lorena’s breasts, a little bigger than mine. I pushed aside her top, pinched her nipples, stroked her soft skin until she finished taking it off herself.

I was dying to feel Bruno’s dick inside me, so I pulled him to me so he could drive it in. He slid into me slowly, the way I like it, making me feel how he forced his way into my soaked sex, firm and hard. Meanwhile, Lorena was nibbling on my nipples.

—Come here, get up here —I asked her—. I want to eat you.

Lorena knelt over my head and lowered her hips until the lips of her sex settled on my mouth. I immediately used my tongue, seeking out all her wetness. I wanted to show Bruno he wasn’t the only one there who knew how to eat pussy. I instantly tasted her juices as I worked her lips, her clit, sinking in as far as I could. Above me, her moans rang out.

***

Bruno, for his part, had started giving similar attention to his mother’s ass. Lorena had her pelvis wedged between our two heads and she was moaning nonstop. She asked me to pry her ass cheeks apart with my hands so he could lick her properly.

—Come on, babe, spread her ass open. I’m going to eat her whole —he said.

Being eaten by two tongues, two mouths giving you pleasure at the same time, is one of the best things a woman can feel. And from Lorena’s moans, we couldn’t have been doing it badly at all. We barely exchanged a word, afraid of breaking the spell, but our bodies spoke for themselves.

I could hardly imagine the turn-on those two must have been feeling. I’d never suspected anything strange about Bruno, but with how hot his mother was, I wasn’t exactly surprised.

I had come I don’t know how many times already and I could still feel my man inside me. I lifted Lorena up with my arms so she could fit between us and caught her breasts with my teeth while Bruno pulled his cock out of my sex to push it gently into his mother’s. She opened her mouth in a long gasp that I silenced with a kiss, sharing the taste that was still on my tongue. She didn’t mind sharing it.

I slipped down beneath her so Lorena could lick me too. From that position I looked Bruno in the eyes and saw the look of pure vice on his face. His mother was eating me with a mastery that made me suspect I wasn’t the first girl to pass through her tongue. Every time he thrust into her, she drove her tongue into me harder, carried along by the rhythm.

—Yes, honey, fuck me hard —she begged between moans.

But I knew what Bruno liked best. To give him the ending he deserved, I moved behind him, grabbed his balls with one hand and with the same finger stroked Lorena’s clit. I ran my tongue along the slit of his ass until he spilled inside her with a long growl.

—I’m going to taste you, mother-in-law —I announced when they pulled apart.

—Are you really that slutty, babe? —she laughed.

—You have no idea.

I started licking her dripping cunt, gathering up everything he’d left with my tongue, giving her no rest, chasing her next orgasm. Bruno watched the two of us with an expression of bliss that I loved seeing on his face. Then all three of us sought the others’ mouths to share that three-tongued kiss.

***

I didn’t let her go, because I didn’t want her to leave, and because her attitude called for an explanation.

—What happened to you tonight? —I asked her.

—Shall we go to my bed? We’ll be more comfortable —she suggested, instead of throwing us out.

She told us she’d argued with the guy she’d gone out with, that she got home horny and needy and found us like that.

—I couldn’t resist touching myself while watching the show you were putting on without meaning to —she confessed, already lying in her bed, much bigger and more comfortable.

—It had been a long time since I’d seen my son’s cock, and I liked seeing it again. And you’re not the first girl I’ve been with either. I’ve had some good girlfriends over the years since the divorce; with them I learned how to give a woman pleasure.

Then Bruno admitted that he had adored his mother’s body since adolescence, that he desired her as a woman as well as loving her as a mother, while never stopping loving me.

—You weren’t the only one looking around the house, mommy. I love seeing you in lingerie around here.

I confessed my own secrets too: my experiences with girlfriends, how much I’d wanted Lorena since the day I met her.

—I’ve always liked you, mother-in-law. The way you dress, your cheerfulness. And I’d been with girls before I started seeing this handsome guy.

We talked naked, relaxed, drinking a glass of wine, while our hands kept stroking one another’s bodies. Lorena, in the middle, brushed my clit with soft fingers without letting go of Bruno’s cock, which soon hardened again.

—Baby, I want to suck it —she said, turning toward him and putting her ass within easy reach.

I leaned over her rump and started licking her back, down along her spine to those hard butt cheeks. I parted them to reveal her little hole and still felt the wetness of Bruno’s saliva. I kept going down until I reached her sex, which opened at the lightest touch, placing the delight within reach of my tongue.

When she could take no more, she decided to ride her son.

—Babe, will you help me? —she asked me—. Bruno wants to fuck my ass. Take his cock for him.

—Gladly, mommy —I answered with a smile.

The anus was nicely lubricated with my saliva. I spat on the glans and, while she lowered her hips, guided his cock inside. It was so hard it didn’t even bend. I watched in close-up as the sphincter opened to let it in, and I thought mine did the same every time Bruno took me from behind.

When she settled her ass onto her son’s thighs, I let her continue on her own and sat on Bruno’s face so he could eat me while his mother rode him. Facing Lorena, I grabbed her breasts and kissed her again. She kissed as lewdly as her son. His hands never stopped either: he groped my breasts, stroked my belly.

To help her come, I stroked her clit to the rhythm of his thrusts, faster and faster, until Bruno unloaded inside that hard ass. The two of us collapsed on either side of our boy, who kissed us tenderly on the forehead, on the cheeks, while we rested our heads on his chest.

The three of us fell asleep, wrapped up together and sticky, without thinking about what we had done or with whom. I don’t think any of us felt the slightest remorse.

Since that night, we haven’t stopped sharing his bed. We don’t need to hide to fuck anymore: I go to his place whenever we feel like it, and in fact I sleep there almost every night. Lorena lends me her sexiest outfits whenever I want. And I’ve had some very pleasurable one-on-one encounters with her, just as Bruno has with his mother. None of us gets jealous. We like enjoying ourselves and pleasing the other two, loving one another as we do.