Message-ID: <1411eli$9706101902@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!not-for-mail Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: bohanfett@aol.com (Bohan fett) Subject: story--mother in law3 Typical WARNING Blah blah blah blah contains sexual situations blah blah blah blah blah blah blah If under 18 don't read blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah 2 + 2= 4 blah blah blah blah blah blah blah I m not responsible for bodily reactions while reading this story blah blah blah blah Gorbechev has a spot on his head. Blah blah blah blah... There, that should just about cover it. This is installment 3 in the ongoing "based on a true story" ( hell, it is a true story) mother in law trilogy. There may be some of you that have not read the first two "M.I.L." stories, if you haven't you really should go back and find them. They give many different parts of this story all the more meaning. If you can't find them, here is a brief synopsis: I fucked my mother in law. As is my forte I will continue where I left off in the last part. The only difference between the two is that the first two took place in one day, and this one takes place over the course of a few days.... Try to stick with me on this. without further adieu......................Mother In Law 3 She left late that night. Trying her best to look decent with a ripped shirt and ripped seam on her dress. I sat on the couch after she left, completely spent and zoned out. My mother in law was a fuck goddess and I was her slave just as much as she was mine. About a half hour later the phone rang. It was Linda again. She only said one thing before she hung up: "Next time we fuck, its in public. Good night" Well, my hand was busy again........ The next morning Jennifer arrived back from her business trip. I was getting ready to go to work but we had about 20 minutes to chat. She had expressed how much she missed me over the weekend and had asked what I did. I had truly not thought of what I would tell her if she asked. I just quickly said that I spent most of the weekend biking and just picking up around the house. I also added non-chalantly that her mother had stopped by on Friday and we had supper. Jen accepted it hook, line and sinker and soon I was kissing her goodbye as I was on my way to work. At work I tried to get into the routine and was doing pretty well most of the time.. Therewere times, however, that a stray image of my forbidden weekend would pop into my mind and Boom! all of a sudden-- pitch tent in my pants. It was for this reason that I stayed in my office most of the day. It was just before lunch when I got the call. It was Linda. Just hearing her voice gave me an instant hard on. She got right to the point and said it was time for our "public service". She wanted me to meet her at THAT fateful pub we drank at on friday, but she told me to park at the parking garage on the top level down the street from the restaurant. I told her that I only had a 45 minute lunch and my boss & I weren't seeing eye to eye lately, so I really didn't have time for a sit down lunch. She reluctantly agreed and told me ust to meet her at the parking garage. Within ten minutes I was collecting the ticket from the automated ticket dispenser. I drove around the and up to the top level, my pants stretching with excitment. I could see Lindas forerunner parked in the far corner away from most other cars. I was thinking that she must have called me from her car phone because she worked at least a half hour away. Nonetheless, there were only about 8-10 other cars in the lot, but there was an office building across the street that had a darn good view of the lot. I pulled right up next to her truck and got in the passenger side. She was wearing a spring type dress cut just below the knees, but she had it hiked well above her knees. She caught me staring (how could she not!) and hiked it up the rest of the way revealing a total absence of underwear. " Well, it's lunchtime. Wanna eat---me?", she said invitingly. Without a word I dove into her inviting snatch. It was obviously close quarters in the truck but I made due, and she seemed to be enjoying herself quite a bit. One think I was learning about Linda is that she could have an orgasm at the drop of a hat. At first I thought it was my manly prowess, but the day prior had disproved that theory. So it didn't surprise me when she was shuddering and thrusting her crotch into my face. And again, as I had learned previously, Linda loved the taste of her own juices.. She covered my face with her toungue and removed all traces of her femininity. I knew what was next-- one of Linda great blow jobs. I sat up in my seat and unzipped my pants. Linda helped me take them down and reomoved my throbbing cock from my boxers. She did not take it in her mouth at first, instead she stroked it and stared at it as if it were made of gold. After a while she continued stroking and then began flicking the base of my dick and balls with her tongue. She made her way up anad down the length of my cock with her tongue. Unlike she had before, she only took in a small part of my cock in her mouth at a time, maybe 2-3 inches and then back out. She teased my like that for a while, not driving me wild but rather building me up. I was hoping that she would would engulf me as she had done previously, but that didn't seem to be what was on her mind. Through half closed eyes I scanned the parking lot through the slightly tinted windows. I saw no one, but somewhere in that office building I was sure that someone knew what was going on. I think Linda was aware that part of my attention was somewhere else, so she doubled her speed and began taking more of my rod in her mouth. My attention was once again fully focused on the bobbing head in my lap. The smell of Linda's juices were filling the truck and the sound of lips slurping my my cock filled my ears. Then Linda did something that she had never done. She took my whole cock into her mouth and kept it there. She then somehow flexed the muscles in her throat. The sensation was absolutely undescribeable, but absolutely incredible. Obviously this was difficult for her because I could hear her straining to breath through her nose, but she did not stop. It was way too much for me to handle I blew my load down her throat. This time she did gag and had to pull her lips off my member for a moment, but not before I deposited a few sticky gobs on her face. She reached for a few napkins in her glovebox, wiped her face off, then without missing a beat hit the lever on my seat and the back leaned all the back. She hiked up her dress and straddled me on my seat. I had a few memories of late nights in high school driving to some deserted parking loat and having sex in the car, but this was no giggly high school girl and it was definately not night time. My mother in law was riding me in a downtown parking lot at high noon. Linda fucked me as only she could: shoving her ample breasts in my face as she grinded her pussy on me. I could feel the truck moving and I knew, I just KNEW that someone was aware that we were fucking. That thought alone adrenalized my passion. I grabbed her ass and matched her rhythm, slamming my cock deeper into her. She began to moan and she was not quiet about it. At this point I just didn't care anymore. If someone was watching they would certainly be jealous that I was getting fucked and they weren't. Within minutes, LInda was again falling forward and hitching with orgasm. She rode it our and stayed lying on me for a while. She then gave a long kiss and made her way to her seat. I looked at her dash clock. I had ten minutes left. She too, realized that I had to go. We kissed again and she bid me farewell. As I was stepping out of the car I noticed a man sitting in hs car maybe 40 feet away. He gave me a thumbs up sign as he pulled away. I could only smile. As I drove to work I was very obviously looking like shit. My button down shirt was full of wrinkles, I was covered in a sheen of sweat, and I'm sure I smelled of sex. I tried to make my way straight to the bathroom at work but as luck would have it my boss was me first. She immediatly questioned me as to why I looked like I did. I told her I helped a lady retrieve her dog whenhe broke loose of his lead. She believed it and I made it through the rest of work ok. When I returned home Jennifer greeted me and after a few minutes of small talk she surprised me by saying, "you didn't tell me what else you did with my mom." I froze, then I tried to recover quickly. "What do you mean?", I asked. "You know.", she accused. "Um, nope I really don't know what your talking about." I defended. "Oh, you don't remember going out after supper and getting my mom drunk?", she queried. "Hey, she got herself drunk. I just happpen to be there.", I said going along with it. "Yeah, well mom called today and said she was in a bad mood in you helped put her in a better mood.", she said. "Well, you know, I do what I can." I responded. "Man, it must have been hilarious to see mom so drunk. The way she described it she was really out of it.", she replied. "Like she said, she was pretty tense in the begining of the night., but she loosened up quite a bit by the end." I said truthfully. "Well, I'm glad you two had a good time.", she finished. " Me too." I said. Later that evening when Jennifer and I went to bed, we made love. I could not help comparing mother and daughter. Jennifer could be just as wild as mom, but tended not to. As I had stated before Jen was very adept at at aral gratification and enjoyed doing so. Jennifer was somewhat taken aback at the intensity of our lovemaking that night. I just told her that I missed her a whole lot. She swallowed it (pun intended) and I slept well. The next few days were sexless but thought continued to race through my mind. Linda only called me once at work to tell me she had purchased a vibrator and she was using is as we spoke. I locked my door and joined her in a little self gratification. Before she hung up she said, "I have an idea for a little something we could do next weekend. Jen is supposed to be gone for the weekend again. What would you say about taking a little trip?, she asked. "What do you have in mind?", I questioned. "I was thinking a little bed and breakfast in Maine. Thats far enough away wher no one will know us and we can have some fun." "Ok, sounds good to me.", I agreed. this concludes this installment. If you have read any of my prior "chapters" I have asked for input. After posting 2 parts after two days, my mail box was stuffed to the brim. I would ask that if you have any comments please post them via the newsgroup. otherwise have a nice day. fett -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /