Subject:     My Husband Visits His Mother-in-Law
Story Codes: MFF FF oral 
Diary Date:  July 29, 2012
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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It was really both of us visiting my mom but the star of the show was my 
husband.  My mother had always wished she had a son and now it had been 
almost a year since she gained one through marriage and yet barely had 
any time with him.  Then there was her best friend...

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 – Mother-in-Laws
   Chapter 2 – Not Wasting Time 
   Chapter 3 - Dinner with Friends
   Chapter 4 – Getting Prepared
   Chapter 5 – Results on Taped Delay


Chapter 1 – Mother-in-Laws
==========================

A marriage results in more than just the union of a man and a woman.  
Each person also gains a new set of parents sometimes known as “the in-
laws”.  In some marriages that becomes a dirty word - the onerous mother-
in-law is legendary.  In others a close relationship develops.  I would 
guess most fall somewhere between the two extremes.

In my husband and my marriage, the emphasis is more on our respective 
mothers than our fathers.  Steve’s father dumped his mother when he was a 
young teenager for a bimbo in the office and has never been a part of his 
life since then.  When it comes to my dad, Steve accepts the fact that my 
father and I share a special bond which is often expressed through sex.  
I say “accepts” because he’s not entirely sold on the concept of incest, 
at least not when it involves his wife and her father.  Oh sure, he gets 
into incest porn as much as any other guy but when it gets too close to 
home then THAT is another story.

Other than that little issue he and my dad get along well but I wouldn't 
say they’re especially close.  They really don’t share a lot in common 
that doesn’t involve me other than a fanaticism for the Steelers.  They 
both love me as much as any two men can and so whatever differences they 
may have are put aside for my sake and I love them dearly for that.

When it comes to our mothers, it’s not an easy comparison.  They’re both 
divorced but for entirely different reasons.  I already mentioned what 
happened to Marlene and Steve’s dad.  In stark contrast. my parents still 
love and respect each other as much now as the day they said their vows - 
even though they are divorced now.  Unfortunately my father, like many 
men, has desires and lust within him that he has found more and more 
difficult to control with age.  My mom put up with the porn and even 
rationalized him committing adultery - having sex outside marriage.  It 
happened twice in fact - with her best friend and mine.  My mother 
finally had to leave when my dad’s pedophile nature reached the point 
where it couldn’t be contained.  He started to insist that she agree to 
let him have sex with young girls with the help of my Aunt Linda who was 
already deeply involved in that sort of thing.  It was the straw that 
broke the camel’s back for my mom as that violated two ethical codes for 
her that she would not compromise - adultery and non-incestual sex 
between adults and underage kids.  While I admire her for standing by her 
convictions, there are times I have to wonder about her decision.

Because my mom moved out west to live near Tammy, her best friend, Steve 
and I haven’t had much opportunity to be with her.  I know my mom would 
love to see us more.  All my life she made no secret of the fact she 
wished that she could have had another child - a son specifically.  When 
I announced our engagement, she as thrilled as anyone.  She even made it 
a point to go to him right before our ceremony while my dad was fucking 
me for the last time as his single daughter so my fiancé could have the 
lasting memory of doing his “mother” before he took another woman to be 
his wife.

Our pre-wedding ceremony liaisons also demonstrate another difference 
between our mothers.  While both are very sexual in nature, Marlene isn’t 
willing to cross the line.  Oh she comes right up to it and pushes it but 
no matter what, there’s still a point to where she won’t go.  Back when I 
first dated Steve when I was fourteen and he was sixteen, something DID 
happen between them one day when she caught us having sex in their house.  
So far as I know that was the only time she allowed herself to give in to 
her basic feelings so these days while she may be very cozy and cuddly 
with her son, they never have sex or touch each other except over their 
clothing, even if that clothing is just a thin nightie.

My relationship with my mother has been much different.  First, she was 
involved in an incestual relationship with her father starting at the age 
of fourteen so it wasn’t like she was against anything between me and my 
dad - in fact she encouraged it once we started.  After I started having 
sex with my dad, my mom and I also did it although not nearly so often as 
I did with my dad.  My mom wanted Steve as a son for sex, plain and 
simple.  Steve’s mom, on the other hand, enjoys watching his son having 
sex with his wife but she and I have never even so much as swapped 
tongues while kissing.

Soon after my wedding mom went back to Oregon and since then she has 
visited a few times but the trips were always hectic and involved family 
and friends.  As much as she had waited all her life for a son, now that 
she finally had one she hadn’t really been able to truly enjoy him for 
almost a year now.  Well, that was about to change.

One nice thing about them having an amicable divorce is that my parents 
still love and support the other.  True, things were a little tense when 
my mom’s sister moved in with my dad while her side of the bed had barely 
cooled.  The fact that Aunt Linda had supported my father’s perversions 
and since the divorce had arranged for various parties and get-togethers 
with young girls and their families didn’t help.  Still, my mom slowly 
came to accept the situation, especially since now that she wasn't his 
wife anymore and had little say over the matter.

Thus when I approached my dad and asked him for some financial help in 
arranging for a trip to Oregon of Steve and me before my school year 
started, he was more than willing to foot the bill.  Of course I thanked 
him as only his daughter could afterwards, but then I would’ve given 
myself to him no matter what his answer had been.  The great thing about 
my dad is he never puts me in a position where he disappoints me AND then 
expects to have sex with me.  If that makes me a little spoiled, I admit 
it but I’m not ashamed to do so.

Just to show how great my dad is, I have to tell about what happened 
while we were having sex after he agreed to pay for our trip.  We were 
lying in bed spooning with his dick still in me - still firm after having 
just cum inside of me.  I had my eyes closed, focusing entirely on the 
feelings of lust and satisfaction that rippled through me post-orgasm.  I 
was so happy at that moment, like my entire world was perfect.  My 
father’s hot nude body was pressed up tightly against me from behind, his 
strong arm and hand wrapped around my naked form, cupping my breast in 
his large hand as I felt him pressing his crotch into my butt to try and 
keep his dick in my pussy as long as possible.

“Oh daddy... you’re the most wonderful father a girl could ever ask for,” 
I sighed softly as my pussy tingled.

“And you’re the perfect daughter,” he responded in a soft deep voice, 
“God I love having you this way.”

“I’ll always be your little girl daddy.”

“Yes you will baby... yes you will.”

A squeeze of my boob and then he surprised me a little when he asked, “So 
your mom really wants to screw your husband, doesn’t she?”

At first I wasn’t sure how to answer so I hesitated and he quickly picked 
up on my concerns.

“Awwwwww, don't worry baby, I didn’t mean anything by it.  The old girl 
deserves it.  You really have to give her credit for sticking to her 
principles all these years.  I’m not sure I could’ve done it.”

I bit my tongue before I said something to break the mood.  He might not 
be sure but I certainly was.  For my dad, staying faithful to my mom was 
relatively easy as he had several women in the family more than willing 
to have sex with him.  There was his daughter (me), his sister-in-law 
(Aunt Linda) and her daughter (cousin Kristi), and finally his youngest 
niece (Tammy), the daughter of his younger brother.  While he had four 
“legal” opportunities for sex besides my mom (legal in that incest is not 
adultery), my mom essentially had none - at least so far as my dad knew.  
His younger brother Jim was an asshole and my mom refused to have sex 
with him, though I did for a while so my dad could have Tammy.

What my dad didn’t know was that my mom had been fucking his older 
brother Paul on and off for years but that was still a super-secret 
between us.  Any way you look at it my mom didn't have near the 
opportunity my dad had during their marriage to have some variety in her 
sex life.

In the absence of any response from me, he continued saying, “So how do 
you feel about your husband having sex with your mother?”

That was an odd question.  Like, Steve had to deal with his wife having 
sex with her father for over a year now so why would it be any different 
for me?  I’d known for years that my mom couldn't wait to have sex with 
whatever man I married.  By me marrying him that would mean she wouldn't 
be committing adultery by having sex with him although now that she was 
divorced it was a moot point.

“Well I think it’s wonderful,” I finally answered back.

“So are you gonna watch or leave them alone?”

Hmmmmmm, why was he so interested in all this?  Was he maybe a little 
jealous of Steve?  Face it, for over 25 years he had pretty much been the 
only man to have sex with her (so far as he knew anyways) so was the idea 
of some other man satisfying her sexually a threat?  Of course he had to 
know she dated and had sex with other men since the divorce but I guess 
it’s different when it’s his son-in-law poking her.

“I don’t know,” I said slowly, trying to stall for time to dream up a 
better answer, “I guess that will be up to them.”

“I bet you’d rather SHE watches you and him, like his mother does, 
wouldn’t you my little exhibitionist slut.”

He had me there.  Well duh!  Of course I’d ALWAYS rather be the one being 
watched rather than do the watching.  It had been a little weird back 
when Steve’s mom first started watching us yet insisting she not be 
involved but over the past year or so I’d come to look forward to putting 
on a show for her.  If nothing else, Steve seemed to always put in an 
extra effort when his mom was watching!

“This trip is for him and mom, dad,” I insisted, twisting around on the 
bed to face him.  His cock had dwindled to where it was barely in me 
anyways.  I reached down and held the poor thing in my hand.  It would be 
at least an hour before he could recover these days but I still enjoyed 
holding him.

“It’s ME you’re talking to Kelly,” he chuckled, “Not some sucker on a 
chat line.  You can't fool me.  I KNOW you too well.”

Yes he did, that was for sure.  He knew me in so many ways!  Nothing 
brings a father and daughter closer together than sex.  It’s sort of 
difficult to keep anything secret from your father when your mounted on 
his dick like a corn dog waiting for him to release his cum in you.

“You miss her, don't you dad,” I said gently, putting my leg between his 
so I could press my damp pussy against his thigh.

He didn’t answer but I could tell from the sigh and downward look that I 
had hit the nail on the head.  My heart went out to him.  I’d always 
admired my parents for their loving marriage and when they were divorced 
it ripped my heart out because I knew no matter what their differences, 
they both loved each other more than ever.

“Let me help daddy, “ I whispered, “Close your eyes and think of mom.”

When his eyes closed I maneuvered on the bed so my head was above his 
dick and slowly began to suck on my father’s cock.  It was soft but that 
didn't matter.  All that DID matter was I was giving my dad what he 
needed more than anything else at that moment - the memory of his beloved 
wife doing what he loved her to do more than anything else.  It didn’t 
hurt that it tasted like my pussy as well.  Mmmmmmm!

When I finally returned home and broke the news to Steve, he was 
ecstatic.  I didn’t mention to him what I had done to thank my father for 
his generosity but then I figured he would assume it anyway knowing me.   
It was one of those idiosyncrasies about our marriage.  Steve LOVED to 
watch me with other men except for one man - my father.  It was the 
incest, not the man, but it still was something I had to accept early on.  
I’d always figured I would have both my dad and my husband after I got 
married and while I do, it’s not the same as having them together at the 
same time.  Oh well, you can't have it all.

Steve then took me to bed and we made love for over an hour before both 
of us passed out in each other’s arms.  Was it because he wanted to 
reclaim me from my father’s loving embrace?  Or was he just horny with 
the thought that soon he’d be fucking my mom?  Mmmmmmm, did it matter?


Chapter 2 – Not Wasting Time 
============================

My mom was waiting for us when we arrived at the tiny airport near where 
she lived in the high country of Oregon.  After departing from 
Pittsburgh’s large facility, it was sort of quaint to walk off the ladder 
and straight into the airport to gather our luggage at the single 
carousel.  No sooner had we walked in than I heard a familiar voice.

“Kelly!... Steve!”

Sure enough, it was my mother.  Damn she looked hot and it wasn't just 
the 100 degree weather.  Although I knew she was closer to fifty now than 
forty, I doubted any of the men eyeing her legs as she walked as swiftly 
towards us as her heels would allow would’ve pegged year anything higher 
than late thirties.  The loose sundress with thin straps exposing her bra 
straps underneath didn’t hurt either.  Her tanned legs were what seemed 
to be drawing the most attention as the hem tended to ride up to mid-
thigh or more as she strode quickly towards us.

Hugs and kiss for all as we greeted one another and then Steve gathered 
our luggage as my mom directed us out to the parking lot just outside the 
entrance.  We approached what looked to be a new black Lexus and I saw 
the tail lights blink as she pressed the security fob that she had pulled 
from her purse.

“Wow, nice wheels Mary,” Steve observed admiringly.

“Yes, it’s nice to have a guilty ex when it comes time for your birthday 
present,” she laughed lightly.  Then a more serious look came over her as 
she put a finger in Steve’s chest.

“And it’s MOM when you address me, none of this Mary shit,” she said 
forcefully.

Poor Steve wasn’t sure how to take what she had just said and then my mom 
stepped back and laughed.  “Oh you poor boy.  I was just messing with you 
seriously, I’d love it if you called me mom.”

“Sure MOM,” Steve answered, heavy emphasis on the second word.  We all 
had a laugh at that as Steve loaded our luggage into the trunk.

“Wanna drive my new baby?” my mom asked me, dangling the keys in front of 
me.

I just rolled my eyes and grabbed them.  Compared to my little beast back 
home, this was luxury all the way and I wasn't going to pass up the 
chance.  Then I saw her and Steve get in the back seat and I knew I’d 
been played.

“Wanna drive my new baby?” I said sarcastically over my shoulder as I 
started the car, trying to imitate her voice, “More like you wanna drive 
my husband.”

“Who?  Me?” she came back trying to act all innocent.  Then I saw in the 
mirror as she turned to Steve and added, “You heard the girl, what are 
you waiting for?”

This was all going a little fast, even for Steve as he looked me in the 
eyes through the mirror as if asking for my permission.  Yeah, like he 
ever needed my permission to have sex with another girl.  Sometimes he 
did just to be polite but I was under no illusion that he would ever say 
no to someone just because he didn't have my permission at the time.

Steve’s hesitation seemed to frustrate my mom.  I think somehow she must 
have had the impression that Steve was pulling at the chain waiting to be 
let loose to do her and now that the first opportunity had arrived and he 
wasn't jumping her bones she was feeling a little let down.

“If you’re going to be my son then you’d better learn to please your 
mother,” she scolded him.

Now that I was in traffic it was harder to keep track on what was going 
on behind me so I had to listen for clues more than anything.  It wasn’t 
long before I heard a zipper being pulled down and rustling in the back 
seat, closely followed by a gasp from Steve.

“Oh Mary... I mean mom... that feels great,” Steve gasped as my mom was 
apparently going down on his dick.  She wasn't saying anything which 
wasn’t surprising.  It can be difficult to speak clearly with a hard dick 
filling your mouth.

I reached a red light - one of those few times in my life I was actually 
GLAD that the light was red.  Sitting up high in my seat, I tried to 
check out what was going on behind me in the rear-view mirror.  There was 
Steve laying back against the door with one leg up on the seat and the 
other down to the floor, or at least as best as he could with his jeans 
down to his ankles.  Settled in between his legs was my mother with her 
sundress pulled up to her waist and her panties hanging on to one ankle.  
I couldn’t see much of her but from the position of her arm and the 
movement she was making I was pretty confident she was fingering herself 
as she sucking on my husband’s raging erection.

Well, she certainly wasn’t wasting any time.  True, we only planned to be 
here for a few days but at least she could have sat in the front seat 
with me and talked a little bit with her daughter before jumping my 
husband first thing! Not that I really blamed her - I would do the same 
in her shoes.

Traffic was heavy so I couldn't really pay a lot of attention to the 
doings behind me.  The Lexus’ windows were tinted enough in back that I 
doubted anybody driving by us had any idea what was going on.  Even had 
they been clear, with her head so low in his lap it would have been 
difficult even for a trucker to see inside to catch the events unfolding.

“So Steve, what do you think of your mother’s welcome?” I teased him over 
my shoulder.

“Ohhhhhh Gawddddd!” was all he could answer as my mom slurped away on his 
stiff dick.

We were nearing her apartment complex so the question now was would she 
finish him before we got there or would they have to go inside to 
complete the deed?  If I knew my mom, she would want to prove her skills 
by bringing him off under the deadline.  As horny as Steve was during the 
trip I didn’t see that as being all that difficult a challenge.  Sure 
enough, while still a block away Steve climaxed.

“I’m cumming Mom!” he exclaimed in a soft tone.  I would have loved to 
have stopped the car and turned around to watch but I was in a line of 
cars on a winding two lane road with no chance of stopping safely so all 
I could do was listen.

“That’s it my son... fill my mouth with cum... give it to you momma.”

“Oh yeah.... OH YEAH!” Steve cried out as he ejaculated into his mother-
in-law’s waiting mouth. 

I was just pulling into a parking space and quickly put it in park and 
twisted around in my seatbelt to watch.  Steve had already cum and my mom 
was licking tip of his dick to draw whatever few drops remained.  She 
took the head in her mouth and her cheeks pulled in as she suck on it 
hard, followed by her tongue running all around the base of the head to 
clean off whatever cum she had let drip from her mouth.

Finished, she raised up in the seat and gave a cum-covered smile to both 
of us.  “Now THAT’S how to please your mother Steve... and don’t forget 
it!”

I wondered if either of them was thinking what I was at that moment 
regarding Steve’s REAL mother and how he should please her when we 
returned...


Chapter 3 - Dinner with Friends
===============================

We only had a few days as Steve needed to get back to work being he was 
taking unpaid leave for the trip.  As such we didn’t do much sightseeing 
but instead spent most of the time in my mom’s apartment having sex in 
one combination or another.  Of course the focus was on Steve and my mom 
but while Steve may be a healthy young man he’s not a robot so when he 
needed to recover my mom and I would get together to reminisce and have 
some fun together.  Steve slept with our mom but he still found time so I 
wouldn't feel TOO left out.  I mean technically we all slept together in 
her king size bed but in reality the two of them snuggled together and 
had sex while I was usually somewhat the third wheel on the bicycle.

One thing my mom wanted to do was to have Steve meet her best friend 
Tammy.  Tammy was to my mom what my best friend Beth was to me - 
girlfriend, confidante, and occasional lover.  Well, the occasional lover 
part is a bit of an exaggeration.  Expect for a few visits to our house 
she and my mom never had sex together or anything like that. Tammy was 
always the more conservative of the two even back in their high school 
days.  My mom was the class slut while Tammy was little Miss Perfect.  
Most people probably wondered why they were even friends but I think it 
was their differences that brought them close.

Tammy and I had also had a few “experiences” during some of her visits 
and I even introduced her to incest - at least with regards to me and my 
dad.  Tammy had two sons herself, both now married and living away from 
home in Seattle and Portland.  She never even once made any connection to 
them even after she learned about me and my parents.  I’ve always 
maintained that incest was not for everyone and it certainly wasn't for 
Tammy.

Tammy had married soon after high school to her high school sweetheart.  
After he graduated from college he took a job in Oregon and they had 
lived there ever since.  She was well known as the traditional soccer 
mom, especially given two active boys.  She and her husband had a great 
marriage, served in church together and were very much in love. Yes, she 
did have sex with my dad a couple of times but so far as I knew, those 
were the only times that she had sex with anyone but her husband.  A 
Classic “What happens in Pittsburgh stays in Pittsburgh” to borrow a 
phrase.  It was obvious even in Pittsburgh that she felt guilty about 
cheating on her husband (although that didn't seem to stop her from 
letting my dad fuck her) so I can only imagine how she felt when she 
returned back home and was in bed with her loyal husband.

My mom wanted to show off her new “son” to her best friend so she and 
Tammy arranged a dinner for the three of us to stop by while her husband 
cooked out on the grill for us.  I had been to Tammy’s previous house 
before during previous trips, even staying the night once when my mom was 
still looking for a place of her own, but this was my first time at their 
new place.

“Wow, nice place,” Steve said admiringly as we got the tour from Tammy.  
Indeed, it was and more.  They had just moved in a few months ago and it 
even smelled of new paint in some rooms.  What caught my eye was the pool 
out back - it was HUGE!  It even had a separate hot tub set in a large 
deck.  Everything overlooked a small canyon behind them making for as 
much privacy as you could ask for in a developed neighborhood.

“Don't even THINK about it,” my mother whispered to me as I admired the 
pool. “Tom is strictly off limits and you know it so get your horny mind 
out of the gutter.”

What is it about mothers that they seem to be able to read your mind no 
matter how old you are?

Indeed, my mom had insisted that everything stay on the up and up during 
dinner, even to the point of making me wear one of my more conservative 
outfits, including bra and panties.  She wasn’t taking any chances that 
Tammy’s husband might suspect anything at all about the trips that Tammy 
took occasionally to visit her best friend out east.  Of course that just 
made him all the more desirable to me but I would never do anything 
directly against my mom’s wishes so I went along with everything.

The guys took care of burning dinner on the grill while the three of us 
did the lady chores in the kitchen.  They were probably debating the 
merits of the Steelers versus whoever Tom rooted for while indoors the 
discussion was little more personal...

“You’ll never guess what mom did on the way home from the airport!” I 
gushed to Tammy as soon as the guys were out of earshot. 

“Ready to back that up with a bet?” she teased me in response.  I knew 
better!  Then she looked at Mary with an odd sort of expression that I 
wasn't quite sure how to interpret.

“So you’re doing it then with him, eh Mary?”

“Now Tammy, do you really need to ask?” my mom responded teasingly.

“You know Mary, I still can’t quite get my arms around all that stuff you 
guys do,” Tammy said softly shaking her head slowly as she tossed a 
salad.

“It’s more a matter of getting your hands around it than your arms,” I 
interrupted but from the looks I got from both of them I left the rest of 
the discussion to them.

“As I was saying,” Tammy continued, “Like he IS quite the stud - score 
one for Kelly, but is it really right for the two of you to do... that?”

“Well, it’s not like he is my actual SON,” my mom emphasized, “We’re not 
talking about you doing your boys after all.  It’s not even legally 
incest.  If anything, it’s adultery and when it comes to that, well Kelly 
over there is the one you should be talking to as I’m single!”

Tammy shrugged and turned to me asking, Mary’s got a good point there 
Kelly.  What DO you think about your husband having sex with your 
mother?”

My first impulse was to say something like, “Duh! What the fuck are you 
talking about?” but I was more diplomatic to my mother’s best friend.

“Well if he’s going to do it with anyone wouldn’t my mother at least be 
the first choice?” I tried to reason quickly with her, “Like, we swap all 
the time and that doesn’t bother me so why would I think twice about him 
doing my mom?  I think it’s pretty hot actually.”

What I did NOT tell her was it was also better than him fucking girls 
less than half my age but I figured THAT was a subject best left 
untouched.

“Swap?” Tammy said, almost choking on a piece of salad she had snitched.  
She looked at my mom accusingly.  “And you knew about all this and didn’t 
tell me?  What happened to all that ‘no adultery’ crap you were always 
throwing out when you were married?”

“Things change Tammy,” my mom said shrugging her shoulders, “So I was 
wrong, I admit it so don’t take it out on my daughter.”

Whoa, things were starting to get a bit tense but fortunately at that 
moment the door opened to the patio and the guys walked in with dinner.  
The rest of dinner went along just fine with everyone being polite and 
sticking pretty much to non-controversial topics - except football of 
course.

After dinner the guys headed back out poolside with their beers leaving 
the women to do the dishes.  Humph, talk about male chauvinism!  Actually 
we’d used paper plates and pretty much everything was disposable so it 
was more a matter of picking things up than actually cleaning.  Rather 
than beer Tammy offered us wine which we took to their den overlooking 
the back yard and pool.

“I wonder what Tom would say if he had any idea about you and Steve,” 
Tammy mused.  I wasn't sure if she meant that good or bad and based on 
the last time I interrupted I decided to keep my mouth shut for now.

“Forget THAT, what if he knew what you and John did back home?” my mom 
teased her.

“Oh God Mary, don’t even joke about that!” she sighed, shaking her head, 
“He’d divorce me in a heartbeat.  Tom may be a forgiving man in many ways 
but adultery?  No way, that would be a deal breaker no matter what.”

“But you don’t regret doing it with my dad, do you Tammy?” I couldn't 
help but blurt out.

Tammy seemed to struggle for an answer but my mom and I waited her out 
patiently.

“That’s so hard to answer,” she said haltingly, “Did I enjoy him?  Of 
course  I did, that would be silly to try and say otherwise as you both 
were there and saw it all.  But I have to say the first night back with 
Tom and I felt like the Whore of Babylon.  It was months before we could 
make love and I wasn’t thinking of what I’d done behind his back.”

Then my mom dropped the bomb...

“Well, since you enjoyed having sex with MY husband, don’t you think it’s 
only fair that you do the same with my daughter’s husband?”

Tammy laughed as I think for a moment she thought my mom was pulling her 
leg.  Then she looked at my mom in the eyes and realized she was being 
serious.

“Oh my God NO!” she gasped, “I could never do that... and not here in any 
case.  What if someone saw us?  I could never do that to Tom. He would 
know in an instant - I would look so guilty without enough time for it to 
wear off.”

My mom held up her hand to make an observation.

“You know Tammy, everything you just said was all about being caught and 
nothing about whether or not you wanted to do it or not.”

“That’s not fair Mary,” she said accusingly.

My mom chuckled at that one.  “Your point?” she said with a sly grin, 
“Live a little.”

Tammy rolled her eyes and sighed.  “Easy for YOU to say Mary but for 
God’s sake, he’s not that much older than my sons.”

My mom smiled even more at that replying, “Again... your point?”

Tammy shook her head this time.  “Oh no, we’re not even going there Mary.  
I’ve accepted what you and Kelly do despite my personal feelings about 
the subject so please give me the same respect.”

“Fair enough,” my mom replied, “But that’s not Tim or Will or there, it’s 
a gorgeous hunk of a young man that will make you feel like you haven’t 
in a long long time.  C’mon, when was the last time you were in bed with 
a 29 year-old?”

Tammy looked up at the ceiling with her lips moving.  “Ohhhhhh, I guess 
it would be about seventeen or so years.”  We all laughed and the tension 
began to die down a bit.  “You know I’ve never cheated on my husband... 
well, you know what I mean.”

“So look out there Tammy,” my mom encouraged her, “Forget about all that 
and just be honest with yourself.  Tell me you don’t want that.  C’mon, 
it’s ME you’re talking to.  Heck, I know what it’s like when your 
husband’s performance isn’t what it used to be.”

At that Tammy practically grimaced.  My mom looked at her questioningly 
and Tammy muttered in a low voice, “Yeah, He’s had ED for a few years 
now.  Not even Viagra helps.”

My mom took that and ran with it.  Turning to me she asked, “Well Kelly, 
do you think Steve would be willing to fuck his mother-in-law’s best 
friend?”

At that I couldn’t help but smile broadly.  That was like asking if he 
wanted season tickets to the Steelers.  My first thoughts were that Steve 
would have been much happier if she had a young daughter to offer but 
then I had to think just the situation would be enough to get him all 
horny.  Yeah, we swapped and such but so far as I knew, Steve had never 
been with a woman that was cheating on her husband.  It was sort of odd 
when you think about it given my fixation on cheating husbands.

“Oh yeah Tammy, he’d do you in a heartbeat.”

I was being a little generous.  Guys like Steve would fuck just about 
anything with a pussy.  Tammy wasn’t fat by any means but she hadn’t been 
shopping in the single digit sizes for a long time now.  It would help if 
she wore a little more makeup and did her hair better.  It was almost 
like she had given in to being the loyal housewife and didn’t worry about 
her looks the way she did when she was younger.  Then another thought 
came to mind... maybe her husband’s ED was more a lack of interest rather 
than anything physical.  For that matter, maybe HE was cheating on her!

“Oh I don’t know,” Tammy mused as she looked out the window at my 
husband.  Actually listening to them talk about him it made me feel proud 
of Steve, proud to be his wife.  Maybe this was a little how Steve felt 
when he would watch other men have sex with me.

Tammy was biting her lower lip as she watched our husbands chatting at 
the table next to the pool.  Finally she let out a long breath.

“OK, I’ll do it.”


Chapter 4 – Getting Prepared
============================

On the way back to my mom’s apartment we broke the news to Steve.  He 
didn’t seem all that surprised but then I guess he knows me pretty well 
by now so it would take a lot for me to surprise him, at least when it 
comes to such things.

“So how is this going to work?” he asked, “Is she coming over to your 
mom’s place, are we going back to her house, hotel, whatever?”

I recalled Tammy’s reaction when my mom suggested that the three of us 
return to her house the next morning after Tom had left for work.

“Oh my God!  No way!” she had responded, “It’s bad enough that I’m even 
agreeing to be with him but to be WATCHED?  No way!  That may be fine for 
you two but would never be able to do it.”

So in the end we had agreed that Steve would stop on over by himself.  I 
felt a little dejected in that I would have loved to see the two of them 
together.  Normally I’m not all that excited to watch Steve with another 
woman.  It’s not jealousy or anything like that, I’m just not turned on 
by it the way he gets turned on watching me with other men.

That night when Steve fucked my mom there seemed to be something extra 
between them.  Maybe it was my imagination but it was like the idea of 
doing her best friend had inspired him?

The next morning I woke first and took care of my immediate needs.  
Returning from the bathroom, I stood at the end of the bed and took a few 
moments to take in the scene in front of me.  My husband was laying on 
his back, snoring just a little bit while my naked mother was snuggled up 
tight against him, one leg draped over his with his flaccid cock held in 
her hand like she was a young girl holding her teddy bear for security.  
She had her head on his shoulder and was sound asleep.  

How many years had she dreamed of being in such a position with her son?  
Sometimes I almost felt a little guilty in that she couldn't have any 
more children because of the problems she had delivering me.  Of course I 
knew it wasn't my fault but I also had wished over the years for a 
brother.  Being an only child has it benefits to be sure, but almost all 
my friends have siblings and sometimes I feel like missed out on 
something.  While I will never have a brother (Steve’s brother was living 
with his sister and we had never been that close in the first place), at 
least now my mom finally was fulfilling her fantasy.

I threw on a t-shirt and headed to the kitchen to fix some breakfast.  I 
was so intent on catching up on e-mail and the news on my iPad that I 
jumped a little when my mom entered the kitchen.  She was nude, something 
I still was having a hard time adjusting to as she NEVER ran around nude 
when she lived with my dad.

“Your husband’s doing his thing in the bathroom so I figured I’d see how 
you were doing,” she greeted me.

She poured some coffee I’d made for her - I don't drink it but I CAN fix 
it.  We sat down and talked about the news and things back home and such.  
She was always wanting to know more about what my dad and her sister were 
doing, even though she didn’t seem to like what she heard most of the 
time.

“So you guys really are into the swap scene now I take it,” she said, 
changing the subject away from her own husband and sister.

I grinned and nodded.  “It’s fun to be with someone new,” I said and then 
added with a wink, “But it’s not quite the same when the wife is OK with 
it.”

We both laughed as my mom knew how much I got off from seducing married 
men and pushing them to cheat on their wife for the first time.

“You know, this is the first time Steve will be bringing a wife over to 
the dark side,” I observed, “So far as I know at least.”

“Well technically she has already cheated on her husband,” my mom 
countered.

“Yeah but that was with dad so it’s not the same, at least not to me,” I 
countered.

“Ahhhhhh, so THAT’S what this is all about then!”

My mom and I both turned to the kitchen entrance where Steve was standing 
there without anything on, his hairy dick out for us to see and salivate 
over.

“So it’s about me getting Tammy to cheat on her husband,” he said wryly, 
“and here I thought it was all about me getting some new MILF pussy!”

We all laughed as Steve sat down and poured himself a bowl of cereal.  
After breakfast he went up to get dressed while my mom and I continued 
our chat.  Before long he was back, dressed in jeans and polo shirt.

“Well, I’m off!” he announced as he leaned over to give each of us a 
kiss.

Once he was out the door my mom turned to me and reached out for my hand.

“You know sweetie, there’s no sense in just those two having some fun 
this morning...”

I smiled at her as we both rose up from the table and headed back to the 
bedroom.


Chapter 5 – Results on Taped Delay
==================================

I had no idea how long Steve would be gone.  There were so many 
variables... would they talk a while or just get to it?  Foreplay or 
straight to the sex?  Just once or multiple times (Steve was usually good 
for at least twice, three with enough incentive)?  I wouldn't have been 
surprised if he returned in an hour any more than I would have it he 
wasn’t back until later afternoon.  In any case he had to be out before 
Tom came home and I knew Tammy would be nervous enough about that such 
that Steve would be gone well in advance of any possibility of Tom’s 
return.

To be honest, I found myself hoping he wouldn’t be back until the last 
minute.  It been a long time since my mom and I spent an entire day in 
bed together and I wanted it to last as long as possible!

People are always asking me how sex with my dad compares to doing it with 
my mom.  All I can say is it is two entirely different experiences.  With 
my dad, it’s all about pleasing him and satisfying his needs and desires.  
Of course he likes to make me feel good two but that is covered under the 
“pleasing him” clause.  With my mom it’s much more a mutual event and 
typically less intense to start, building more slowly with time.

Perhaps the biggest difference for me between my mom and dad when it 
comes to sex is I have NEVER considered myself my dad’s lover, 
girlfriend, or anything other than his daughter.  Even when I dress up 
like a naughty nurse or French maid, it’s not that I become a nurse but I 
am his daughter dressed like a nurse.  The father-daughter relationship 
is ALWAYS there.  I would never consider having his baby as that would 
make me his lover or mistress.  I LOVE being my dad’s daughter and that’s 
all I ever want to be for him.

With my mom it’s totally different.  Once we get in bed of course I am 
still her daughter but I become much more - MUCH more.  As we kiss and 
fondle each other it’s like being in bed with a partner and lover.  There 
is no parental authority with my mom like I have with my dad.  Thus when 
I get to spend an entire day with my mom, it is something I treasure and 
hold dear to my heart long afterward.

As it was, we didn’t get the entire day but a good part of it.  Steve 
returned shortly after 1:00 looking all full of himself.

“Well?  How did it go”? I asked when he entered the bedroom.

At first Steve didn’t answer as he seemed more interested in what was 
happening on the bed in front of him.  At the moment my mom and I were 
laying back on our elbows sharing a long dark double dildo between us.  
It was one of the few toys I really enjoy and I had turned my mom onto 
them years ago.

Now ask a girl how her date went and she’ll take a half hour giving you 
every detail and nuance.  Ask a guy and you get a grunt and MAYBE a few 
words.  Steve was no different.

“It went OK,” he shrugged as he stared down at our crotches where the 
dildo was moving between the two of us.

“It went OK?” my mother repeated it back, ”So is THAT all you’re going to 
say about the past few hours, it was just OK?”

Steve grinned and folded his arms defiantly.

“Alright then, I’ll make a deal... let me see the two of you get off with 
that thing and I’ll tell you everything.”

Typical guy!  But then it was a bargain I was more than willing to take 
on and my mom didn’t seem to mind either.

“Deal!” my mom blurted out, “Now shut up and just watch.”

This was the first time Steve had seen his wife and her mother doing 
anything like this and I could tell from the flushness in his face that 
he was turned on majorly. He sat on the edge of the bed and twisted to 
watch the two of us.

Ten minutes and  few orgasms later, my mom and I were exhausted as she 
slipped the dildo from her now soaking wet pussy leaving it just in mine.  
The extra weight of it as it hung from my pussy made me jump from the 
stimulation and then I pulled it out as well, licking my pussy juices 
from it for Steve to see.

Laying back on the pillows, I kissed my mom for a few minutes and then we 
both turned to face Steve. 

“OK, we did our end of the bargain stud, so let’s hear about it.  And I 
mean ALL of it.”

For the next twenty minutes or so Steve gave us the blow-by-blow 
(literally) of his encounter with Tammy.  Well, actually if left to him 
it would have been less than five minutes but between my mother and I we 
managed to act like dentist and pull the teeth of the story out.  So 
here’s the key points as best I can relate them...

When Steve arrived he was greeted by Tammy at the front door.  She was 
dressed more like she was heading out to go shopping than welcoming an 
illicit lover - khaki pants, a basic blouse, flats and minimal makeup and 
jewelry. Her hair was tied back such that for all intents and purposes 
she was just your everyday housewife greeting the delivery man.

Tammy explained her appearance by saying she always gets dressed before 
her husband leaves for work and so she had to wear something that didn’t 
seem out of place.  Once dressed, even after he left she was so nervous 
she just sat in the living room to wait without even thinking about 
changing clothes.

Listening to the start, once again I had to wonder if Tammy’s husband was 
suffering more from boredom than ED!

Steve said Tammy was extremely nervous and wouldn't even look him in the 
eye to start.  While he had no idea how this was suppose to go, he knew 
that what would NOT happen was an immediate jumping in between the 
sheets.  At least he remembered my words of caution - no mention of her 
husband if possible and most of all, NOTHING about her sons.  The last 
thing that was needed was for her to be reminded of how close in age her 
sons were to Steve and in any way associate what they were doing with 
incest - even so remotely connected.

Thankfully my husband isn’t shy about approaching women so he made the 
first move, offering to take a seat on the couch next to her.  Over the 
next twenty or thirty minutes he gradually calmed her nerves.  He laughed 
as he recalled it, saying it was like dating a virgin back in high school 
where he had to start out slow and gradually work his way around the 
bases.

Actually, this was the one thing that Steve said turned him on the most.  
Whenever we swapped or went to parties, the women there wanted sex just 
as bad as the men so there was nothing he ever had to worry about other 
than being too slow to get down and dirty.  Tammy may be almost twenty 
years older than him, but the experience was like being back in high 
school and trying to get to second base with a shy girl.

Indeed, Steve’s eyes lit up as each step was made starting with simply 
touching her face and neck, stroking her hair, and resting his other hand 
on her thigh.  That finally led to their first kiss and even THAT was a 
throwback for him as at first she kept her lips together until finally 
she parted them and their tongues touched and explored the other’s mouth.

It was while kissing her that Steve started to unbutton her blouse.  At 
first she started to pull away but Steve used the kiss to distract her as 
he opened it and then gently lifted her bra up and over her large 
breasts.  Steve’s always been more an ass and leg man but he tried to pay 
enough attention to Tammy’s boobs to make her feel good about herself.

It was when he had her topless that Steve suggested they take things up 
to the bedroom.  At first she tried to steer him to the guest bedroom as 
doing it in her own bed must have seemed like it was going TOO far but 
Steve would have none of it.  I knew exactly how Steve felt.  He was 
going to fuck her in her own bed so the next time she and Tom were laying 
together in bed she would be thinking about what he had done to her while 
her husband lies there clueless.  My pussy tingled as I recalled my own 
experiences where just knowing that his wife would later be laying 
exactly where I was when her husband violated his most sacred vows was 
enough to make cum right then!

Steve said he debated whether or not to ask Tammy to blow him.  As it was 
he was having to make the first move for everything so if she was going 
to suck his dick, it would have to be because he told her to do it.  In 
the end he decided to tell her to blow him but from the way he looked as 
he described it I got the feeling it was more to dominate her and have 
her submit to him than anything else.  I knew from past experience that 
Tammy could give a pretty good BJ when given the opportunity if my dad’s 
reactions were any clue.  

That’s also probably what drive him to cum in her mouth without warning 
her - that perception men have of domination over a woman.  Personally 
I’ve always found such thinking to be a bit backwards.  Like, who is 
dominating who when I have a guy’s most sensitive body part between my 
teeth?  As for him cumming in my mouth, other than my pussy that’s where 
I WANT him to cum as it’s nothing but a mess when he sprays his cum all 
over me and my hair.

My mom and I debated earlier what positions they would fuck in.  We 
actually both agreed on the same results which is exactly what turned out 
to be the case. Steve likes it when I start out the sex by mounting him 
and taking him inside of me on my own but the odds of Tammy being so 
aggressive were nil to known.  Again, for Steve it was a trip down memory 
lane as he laid Tammy on her back, gently spread her legs apart, and 
guided his dick into her pussy.  Needless to say after two boys and over 
thirty years of sex Tammy was no tight virgin but he said it still was a 
thrill to penetrate her knowing he was the first man she had taken 
besides her husband since her marriage.  Of course he conveniently forgot 
about my dad but that didn't really make a difference.

One thing I was curious about by then - what was Tammy saying as Steve 
started to fuck her?  Steve told us that she had said almost nothing 
after they started kissing.  When he was about to enter her for the first 
time with his erection poking her pussy, just a push away from entering, 
he DID ask her if she really wanted him to do this.

God what I would have given to have had a recording of her response!  
Steve said she didn't say anything at first so he had to ask again, 
telling her he couldn't do it unless she said she wanted it. 

Finally he got part of the answer as she closed her eyes and whispered 
barely audibly that yes, she wanted him to do it.  Steve wasn’t satisfied 
with this vague answer so he pushed her until she confessed that she 
wanted him to “put it in me”.   Again, that wasn't good enough so he 
pushed her to be more specific.

“OK, OK... I want you to fuck me, is that what you want me to say, that I 
want you to fuck me hard?”

Or words to that effect, I have to trust Steve on this but in any case it 
was good enough for him as he buried his wonderful dick deep inside 
Tammy’s wet pussy... and she WAS wet according to Steve.

As Steve described how he slowly fucked Tammy, my own mind was filled 
with memories of him doing exactly that to me.  Glancing over at my mom, 
I saw she was masturbating herself slowly as she was undoubtedly also 
thinking about how she had been the recipient of his cock just the night 
before.

As horny as Steve was by then it didn't take long for him to cum and 
before long he was releasing himself into her pussy.   As he groaned and 
thrust himself deep inside, Tammy must have realized what was happening.

“Oh my god, you can't cum in me!”

Steve didn’t have to tell me what happened next, I knew him well enough 
to know that once the launch sequence begins, nothing stops the rocket 
between his legs.  “Pull out” is simply not in his vocabulary!

Steve said after he had cum in her he stayed in her and kissed her and 
her breasts.  Eventually she told him not to worry, she was in the pill 
just I case her husband ever did want to have sex.  For her the act of 
Steve releasing his sperm into her was more the symbolism than anything 
else. Having sex with Steve, committing adultery in her marriage bed, all 
that was bad enough but to allow him to mate with her was a step beyond 
sex.  It was the difference between a physical act of pleasure and a 
union of a man and a woman in what to her was a spiritual, if not even 
holy, act.

Steve didn’t push her on it, thank goodness.  Instead he did something I 
gave him a lot of credit for - he ate out her pussy with his cum dripping 
out.  It was a surprise for Tammy and just as much for me!  He was 
between her legs and his face in her pussy before she realized what he 
was doing as undoubtedly she never even considered him doing such a 
thing.  Knowing my husband’s phobia of sperm and anything to do with 
another man sexually, I gave him a lot of credit.  Heck, he doesn’t even 
eat MY pussy after he fucks me!!!

No matter how confused or upset Tammy may have been, she was still a 
woman and I don't know of any woman who can have a man eat her pussy and 
NOT respond.  By the time he brought her to orgasm, Steve’s cock was 
ready to go again.  This time he turned her on her side and spooned her 
from behind.  He said he had been inspired by the large mirror on her 
dresser which was on that side of the bedroom such that they could both 
see themselves in the mirror as he fucked her again.  Damn, I wish I 
could have been that mirror!

This time Tammy didn’t say anything when Steve emptied another load of 
sperm in her.  He said they laid together with his dick in her for a 
while, neither of them saying anything yet their eyes met in the mirror.  
At least he said she was smiling! 

By now my mom was so horny she was actively masturbating in front of both 
of us.  My mom has never been one to masturbate as openly as I do 
although she isn’t exactly shy about it, just more discreet shall we say.  
Yet here she was, legs wide apart with one hand on her breasts with the 
other fingering her pussy.  Steve certainly had taken note of it and I 
knew it was time for me to leave them alone for while (or as it turned 
out, a few hours!)

While my mom and husband were celebrating his conquest of her best 
friend, I was tempted to call Tammy to get her side of the story but 
figured her husband was probably home by now and besides, she was 
probably more apt to be willing to tell my mom more than me. 

Before the trip was over we met with Tammy one last time for lunch. It 
was at a restaurant so it wasn't like we could talk TOO openly about 
everything but with enough innuendos and hints she basically confirmed 
everything Steve had said.  Still, there was one thing that obviously had 
grabbed my mom’s attention...

“So tell me Tammy, what was it like looking in the mirror and watching my 
son-in-law doing you?”

Tammy glanced shyly at Steve who had a huge grin and undoubtedly a 
massive erection by now.

“So you told them about that,” she said softly, shaking her head slowly 
as if it was something she couldn't hardly believe had actually happened. 
”You know, I don't think I’ve ever seen myself having sex before and then 
for it to be someone besides Tom... Oh my god!”

It was interesting, at least to me, that after the trip the one thing 
Steve talked about the most wasn’t fucking his mother-in-law, it wasn’t 
running around naked for a few days in her apartment with his wife and 
her mother, it wasn't even the trip to the strip club.  No... it was 
having sex with a rather ordinary housewife!

“So now you know why I get all hot and bothered about doing a married man 
behind his wife’s back,” I teased him one night after we’d made love.

Steve just grunted and then replied, “You know, I COULD get sort of use 
to the idea... maybe I should give it another try sometime.”

I poked him in the ribs and hopped back on his erect cock before he could 
say anything more to get himself in trouble.  Even so, while I was riding 
my husband’s dick I couldn't help but think what a cool thing it would be 
to find a couple and me go after the husband while Steve goes after the 
wife with neither of them knowing the other was cheating on them for the 
first time.   OK, so the logistics were pretty insurmountable but 
still....

THE END