What My Mother-in-Law Let Me Do in Her Kitchen

Marisol had just gotten out of that guy from the neighborhood’s car, her face flushed and her breathing ragged, and I was convinced she was going to ask me to take her to some secluded spot. I knew her well. She had that glint in her eyes that only appears when a woman needs to be finished off, and she needed a good cock to put out the fire.

But to my surprise, her answer was different.

—Let’s go home, please —she said, blushing, without looking at me.

I was surprised she didn’t want more. She looked so hot I would have sworn she’d accept any offer. I started the car and drove toward her building. Along the way she kept sneaking furtive sideways glances at me, probably hoping I’d take her to some cheap hotel and fuck her until we were both spent.

But it wasn’t the day. I knew she was burning up and I wanted to leave her that way, with the craving biting at her from the inside.

When we got to the entrance, she looked at me, waiting for me to say something. When I didn’t, she opened the door and got out of the car without a word. After she’d taken two steps, I called her from the window.

—Hey, where are you going in such a hurry? Come on, Marisol, get back in for a minute.

She turned around, all proper, got back in, and didn’t ask a thing. I slipped my hand between her legs and slowly lifted it until it brushed the fabric of her panties. I stroked over them and saw her eyelids lower and a soft moan escape her.

—Mmm... —she panted, saying nothing else.

I pushed the fabric inward with two fingers, sinking in as far as they would go. The shameless woman was soaked, so much so that the fabric was sloshing.

—Fuck, Marisol, you’re really worked up —I murmured.

She barely opened her eyes but didn’t answer. I pulled her panties aside, traced her pussy very slowly, and drove my fingers in at once, without warning.

—Ah! —she screamed as she felt herself penetrated.

And immediately she lifted her hips so they could go deeper. The clever bitch had been waiting for this since we’d pulled out.

—Yes, keep going, shove them in, hurry —she begged, bouncing up and down over the seat without restraint.

Her hips wouldn’t stop. She trembled all over, rebounding against the leather.

—Well, mother-in-law —I said with sarcasm—. All that dirtiness bottled up, and now you’re settling for my fingers.

She opened her eyes wide, and her lustful stare nearly undid me.

—Fuck me yourself —she pleaded—. Let’s go somewhere and put it in me.

She kept her hips suspended while I slapped her pussy with my open palm, one wet smack after another, filling the car with that obscene sound.

—Let’s go, please —she insisted—. Let’s go somewhere.

It was such a pleasure to see her so surrendered. The same woman who for years had called me a starving nobody, the one who swore I wasn’t good enough for her daughter, was now begging like a bitch to be stuffed.

—Take off your panties —I ordered.

She didn’t think twice. She pulled at the sides and slipped them off her legs faster than you can blink.

—Give them to me —I said, holding out my hand.

She handed them over and sat up, expecting me to start the car. Instead, I pushed her back against the seat again.

—Stay still. You’re too horny.

I plunged my fingers into her again, pounding her soaked pussy over and over. Legs spread wide, feet in the air, she squeezed her breasts over her unbuttoned dress and moaned like a possessed woman.

—You’re a filthy one, Marisol —I said, seeing her like that.

She paid me no attention. She kept touching herself, bringing her other hand down to her crotch and stroking herself, wild as an animal.

Then I pulled my fingers out, gave her thigh a sharp slap, and left her where it hurt most.

—There. Finish the job at your house.

Her face changed in an instant. The desperate bitch turned into a woman with a vicious temper.

—Son of a bitch —she spat, with a class that didn’t really hold up.

She asked me for her panties. You all know my answer.

—No, no. I’m keeping these as a souvenir.

When she got out of the car, I said goodbye:

—If you ever feel like doing it again, you know where to find me.

—Asshole —she replied without even turning around.

But before she could shut the door, I dropped one last idea for her to turn over all night.

—Imagine having something really big inside you. Maybe it’s worth thinking about.

She slammed the door exactly as I’d expected and disappeared into the entrance.

***

The following Sunday’s lunch was perfectly cordial. Marisol and I smiled at each other and treated one another like two peas in a pod, and both her husband and my wife were stunned by the change. How had we gone from hating each other to looking like accomplices overnight?

As soon as I arrived, I gave her a once-over. And she had clearly learned her lesson: she’d put on a chiffon blouse with nothing underneath and a very short skirt that left all her legs on display.

I pulled her into my arms when I greeted her and, making sure no one was looking, slid my hands under her skirt and grabbed her ass. The shameless woman wasn’t wearing panties.

She shot me one of those looks that are downright terrifying.

—Today you don’t get to keep a family souvenir —she said with a teasing edge.

In the end Marisol turned out to be a hell of a dirty girl. Even so, she let me slide one finger between her butt cheeks until it brushed that tight little button. I tried to press, but she clenched her glutes hard and left me wanting.

After dessert, we went out to the terrace with some ice-cold drinks. My wife was rocking the baby, my father-in-law dozed in a lounge chair. Marisol announced that she was going to make mojitos, and I immediately offered to help. She looked at me half-angry and shook her head. It was obvious she still hadn’t forgiven me for the car.

But what had really bothered her so much? Well, I’d find out.

I went into the kitchen anyway. She kept glancing at me as she took out the mint and ice, never taking her eyes off me, as if she knew I’d pounce on her at any moment.

She bent down to get ice from the freezer. That was when she made her mistake.

With her ass tilted, her skirt riding up, and that tight little button almost right in front of my eyes, I pressed up against her and stroked the dark skin of her entrance.

It looked so tight. It was a pleasure just to touch it.

She turned suddenly and smacked my hand away.

—Fuck, hold still —she said, a little nervous.

I ignored her. I slid my finger downward until I slipped it between her folds.

—Ah... fuck —she complained.

As she was, I held her by the hips and rubbed my hard-on against her ass. She tried to straighten up and turn around, but I kept her firmly in place, forcing her to stay bent over. I gave her ass a loud slap.

—Stop —she complained, bringing a hand to the reddened spot—. You’ve hurt me.

She said it in a spoiled little-girl voice, but she still wasn’t moving her pussy away from my fingers. She wasn’t complaining about that. I ran them between her lips, tracing her all the way across.

—Stop, come on —she whispered, barely audible.

—You’re soaked again, Marisol.

—Shut up, silly —she said, stifling a laugh.

The naughty thing liked the game and was going along with me. I saw her hips moving and knew she was mine. I took my finger back to her rear entrance and pressed lightly.

—Mmm... ah... —the moans started.

—I love this ass, mother-in-law —I whispered into her ear.

She pushed her ass back, rubbing against my hand.

—Do you want me to put it in? —I asked.

She didn’t answer, but she stayed bent over, not making the slightest effort to get up, letting me touch her while she rocked.

—Does your husband do it to you? —I insisted.

Just when I thought she’d stay silent, she surprised me.

—No... he doesn’t like it.

—And you?

She hesitated a few seconds before answering.

—Sometimes.

That opened up another question for me.

—If he doesn’t like it, then who’s the one giving it to you those times?

She avoided answering and slipped her hand between her legs to find my cock.

—Wow, so big —she said, stroking it with her fingers.

She started jerking me off slowly, one hand on the shaft and the other weighing the rest, then placed me between her cheeks and began to slide herself against me. It felt so good to have those warm hands on me. Was she asking me to put it in?

I wasn’t sure, but I had to find out. I pressed the tip against her button and watched it give.

—Ah... —she protested at the feeling.

—Shh, Marisol —I said, holding her breasts—. If your husband wakes up, we’re done for.

Bent over as she was, I didn’t let her straighten up. I kept pushing slowly, making my way in little by little.

—Not there, not there —she kept repeating.

But seeing her so defenseless, bent over the counter, went straight to my head. I grabbed her hair, lunged forward, and went in with one hard thrust.

—Ah! Esteban, for God’s sake —she moaned.

I wasn’t listening anymore. I kept hammering into her as deep as I could.

—Stop, slower, put it in more slowly —she begged, bracing herself on the fridge.

I kept pushing while she grabbed onto whatever she could. My pelvis thudded against her ass with a hard, steady beat.

—Slower or you’re going to knock me over —she panted, bumping against the refrigerator.

But seeing her like that, open and subjugated, drove me wild. I pulled her by the hair and rammed into her with all my strength until I was buried to the hilt.

—You’re going to split me open, Esteban —she moaned—. Please, slower.

I spread her ass cheeks with my fingers and watched myself disappear inside her. I drove in once more, brutally, and my pelvis stayed glued to her skin.

—God... mmm... —she began to let out, and to my surprise she brought one hand down and started rubbing her clit.

—Put it in, put it in, give it to me hard —she begged, completely surrendered.

I was fucking her like a beast, squeezing her breasts, giving it to my dearest and supposedly prude mother-in-law up the ass. Then she said something that left me stunned.

—It was so big... the one from the car —she murmured, her mind far away.

I was fucking her and she was thinking about another man. I understood what she wanted without her daring to say it.

—Yeah, mother-in-law. It was big and thick.

—Yes... I saw it, I saw it —she panted—. What a specimen.

I squeezed her nipples and decided to follow the thread.

—Would you like to try it someday?

She tried to lift her head, but the position wouldn’t allow it. I pulled her hair and made her look at me.

—Tell me, slut. Do you want to try it?

She closed her eyes for a moment, bit her lip, and looking back at me, she was very clear.

—It would hurt me...

What a brazen bitch. Of course she wanted to.

—Wait until you’ve got it inside you properly. You’ll melt.

—Yes... but slowly, okay?

I shoved into her and she slammed against the fridge.

—God! I love this —she said, instead of complaining.

I moved my hand to her pussy and found it pouring. The filthy woman loved rough sex. I gave her a slap that left her ass cheek red.

—You’re a bastard, Esteban —she moaned, trembling.

—And you’re a slut, Marisol —I answered, holding her hips and ramming her again.

—Put it in all the way —she begged, beside herself.

I fucked her like an animal, yanking her hair, driving in as deep as I could. My proper little mother-in-law wouldn’t stop moaning and begging me to break her, enjoying herself like she hadn’t in years, pushing her ass back toward me.

—I’m... ah... I’m going to come —she screamed, holding back her voice—. I... I’m coming, Esteban.

When she finally came apart in a shudder, she offered to finish me off with her mouth, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I rammed her like a madman until I emptied myself inside her, and when I pulled out I saw a stream sliding down her skin.

—Don’t clean yourself up —I ordered, wickedly—. I want to see you sitting on the terrace like that.

We went out with the mojitos and sat facing each other. Marisol spread her legs a little and leaned forward, eyes shining. There were still a few drops visible, slipping along the insides of her thighs.

The shameless woman ran a finger through them, gathered them up, and brought it to her lips. She sucked it while looking at me with that lustful expression, stuck out her tongue, and winked at me.

Fuck, my mother-in-law. In the end we were going to get along wonderfully.