Christmas with my Mother-in-Law

'Would you like me to keep my stockings on, Gareth?' she asked, pulling her panties down, tugging the wet gusset from her labia.

'Yes please,' I croaked, starting to undress myself.

She crawled onto the bed and rolled onto her back, her stockinged legs long and luscious against the white bed linen, her bush a black smudge at her loins. I got my shirt, trousers and underpants off in record time and crawled onto the bed with her feeling like a king, an emperor, a billionaire. She came into my arms and we kissed, gently at first but with a rising and almost uncontrollable passion.

And as our lips mashed together my hand was all over her body, feeling the tautness of her skin, the firmness of her breasts, the hardness of her big nipples. I pinched them gently and Ravleen moaned and kissed me with a furious intensity, gasping into my mouth as my hand stroked her sternum and her taut stomach, running over her suspender belt and down to her loins, finding her pubic bush, thick and curly and luxuriant.

I pressed my hand against her labia and they parted and I slid two of my fingers into her hot, silky, liquid depths and Ravleen groaned and arched her back.

'Have me Gareth! Have me now!' she hissed, opening her legs wide.

I rolled between her legs, kneeling and grasping the iron-hard shaft of my cock, slippery with my juices, guiding it to the black smudge of her pussy, feeling her thick hair against my glans, feeling her labia, thick and fleshy and lubricated. Then I was pressing in and my cock was sliding into Ravleen's cunt, disappearing inch by glorious inch into her intimate depths.

She kissed me hard, digging her fingers into the flesh of my shoulders, raising her stockinged legs with a suppleness that I wouldn't have believed and clamping them across my back as I withdrew my cock and flexed my hips and thrust it back inside her.

Words can only inadequately describe how I felt at the moment of first penetration. Physical bliss, obviously, as my seven inches of stiff meat sank into my mother-in-law's vagina with a faint squelching noise. But emotional bliss as well. The lady beneath me had been my epitome of mature beauty, but a goal so unobtainable I'd never even thought about her when I masturbated. Now I felt my desire for her like a river running through my soul and love was there too. I realised in that moment of taking her that I had probably been in love with her for years, maybe since the day I met her.

I went slowly, wanting to make it last forever, but Ravleen urged me to go faster and harder, hissing in my ear as she gripped me with her legs and dug her varnished fingernails into my flesh. So I thrust harder, long strokes that brought my purple cock head to the entrance of her vagina and then rammed it back down into her silken depths. I felt her muscles grip my cock as I fucked her, waves of pleasure wracking my body. Christ it had never been this good with anyone!

But all too soon Ravleen was losing control, raking her nails over my back, kicking her heels against my spine and biting at my lips and neck as an orgasm overwhelmed her and she writhed and clamped her arms around me. It was too much stimulation for me. I groaned as the tingling in my cock and balls swelled like a bubble of white-hot lava. It crashed through my brain and I started pumping spunk into my mother-in-law's sopping cunt, jet after jet of hot fluid until I was done and the feelings were subsiding.

I climbed off her but she cuddled up to me and I put my arms around her and held her as I realised that she was crying. I stroked her hair and the skin of her shoulder and kissed her forehead and her tears subsided and she sniffed a few times.

'Sorry,' she whispered. 'Bit emotional.

'Shall we get under the quilt,' she said a bit later. 'I'm getting cold. Sorry I rushed you,' she said as I held her to me. 'I just really needed an orgasm. It's been so bloody long!' I smiled in the dark. It was the first time I'd ever heard her use even a mild expletive. 'We've got lots of time to take it slowly,' she added and my heart soared because it seemed as if this wonderful lady actually wanted a relationship with me. And of course I couldn't help but ask for confirmation.

'Are we an item now, Ravleen,' I asked softly.

'Do you want to be?' she replied.

'More than anything,' I told her, although it felt like a line from a bad film.

She sighed. 'I do too, but it'll be difficult.'

'Because of our ages? Or what the neighbours will say?'

'I don't care what the neighbours think,' she retorted. 'And if you're ok with it then the age gap doesn't bother me. It's what my daughter will say that bothers me.'

We got up soon afterwards and Ravleen made some turkey sandwiches which we wolfed down with post-coital hunger at the kitchen table. After that we watched some television which I found it hard to concentrate on because I just wanted to kiss Ravleen and touch her and keep confirming to myself that we were now in a relationship. She was wearing a silk dressing gown over her stockings and I couldn't keep my hands off her. Eventually she pushed me away with a smile.

'You can have me again when we go to bed, Gareth, will that satisfy you?'

At just after ten she switched the television off and we went upstairs to her bedroom where we took it in turns to shower and clean our teeth in her en-suite bathroom. When I'd finished I went back into the bedroom where Ravleen was sitting naked at her dressing table, brushing her hair. She stood up and turned to me and, by the light of the two bedside lamps, I got my first proper view of my mother-in-law's naked body.

And it was sensational, everything that I had hoped for: Long, shapely legs, gently curving hips, full breasts that hardly sagged, the nipples big and dark. The curve of her neck perfect, the caramel tone of her skin even and delicious.

'You're beautiful, Ravleen,' I told her again and she smiled and came to me and we kissed for long moments as I slid my hands over her shoulders and down her back and over her hips. I cupped her buttocks and pressed her loins to me, pressed her against the rigid pole of my erection.

Her kisses became more passionate as I pressed her to me. She mashed her lips against mine, nipping my upper lip with her teeth; pressing her fingernails into the skin of my back and gently raking them across my shoulders, making me shiver with desire.

Get on the bed, Gareth,' she told me and I obediently climbed on and lay on my back as Ravleen threw one of her long legs over me and knelt above my crotch, reaching for my cock with black-nailed fingers, guiding my big plum to her slit and rubbing it against her to lubricate me. Not that I needed it; I'd been leaking a sticky fluid all evening.

She smiled down at me as my cock entered her for the second time, as she slid slowly down my veined shaft until my whole seven inches was inside her and her pubis was locked against mine. 'Is that nice, Gareth?' she whispered.

'Oh, God, yes!' I hissed, trying to thrust my hips up against her. She smiled at me again and, as I watched, fascinated, she slid a long, tapered finger into her mouth and then traced the tip over her nipples, leaving a faint line of saliva.

'Mmm,' she moaned, softly, her eyes half closed. 'You feel so deep, Gareth.' She leaned over me, supporting herself on her arms, her hair curling under her chin, and started a slow backwards and forwards motion with her hips that pressed her clitoris to the ridge of my pubis. 'Oh that's lovely,' she murmured working back and forth, her breasts swaying and bouncing above me.

I reached up to stroke them, feeling her skin, soft and warm. I reached my head up and took a nipple in my mouth, suckling and licking, then the other one. 'Bite my nipples, Gareth,' she gasped and I clamped my teeth gently onto her stiff buds as she started to buck faster, her hair flying about, her eyes closed in joy.

Still fastened onto her nipple, I put my hands on her hips to urge her on and she rode me faster, mashing her clit into me at the end of each stroke, groaning loudly. 'Bite harder,' she hissed and then she was coming, crying out, grinding herself against me as her orgasm welled and burst and flooded her body with waves of intense pleasure.

As the sensations died, she slowed and stopped and collapsed over me and I held her tight and stroked her back and kissed her neck, my cock still deep in her cunt.

After a few moments I gently rolled her off onto her back and she opened her legs wide. I penetrated her gently and started fucking her with long, slow strokes, relishing the grip and liquid heat of her vagina, still with a sense of wonder as I looked down on my mother-in-law, now my lover.

Ravleen lay passive as I took her and this, I discovered, was to be the pattern for much of our lovemaking. At the start she would be a tigress, scratching and biting, taking the initiative, sometimes teasing me by stroking herself, sometimes offering me a juicy finger to lick. But after her orgasm, she would be gentle and submissive, smiling at me and stroking me as I thrust in and out of her, urging me on in the last few seconds as my own climax became unstoppable.

And that's how it was that late Christmas day as I took her on her marital bed. I tried to slow down to make it last longer, but the sensations were overwhelming and the emotional pressure was like a shockwave that turned my guts to liquid as I looked down on her exquisite face. She sensed the build-up and she hooked her legs over mine and started rolling her hip to meet my thrusts. 'Yes, darling,' she whispered, 'come inside me.'

I groaned as my orgasm washed through my nervous system and my cock spurted my seed into Ravleen's sopping cunt and she hissed: 'Yes, yes,' and gripped my upper arms.

'Well that was an interesting Christmas day,' said Ravleen as we cuddled together in a delicious post-coital torpor. 'I wonder what Boxing day will bring.'

Waking up about seven, I snuggled up to Ravleen, who was a lump under the duvet, her black hair just about visible against the pillow in the early morning darkness of a late December day. I kissed the top of her head and ran a hand over her hips, pressing my erection into the cleft of her buttocks and getting a mumbled, sleepy response.

I kissed her neck and caressed her buttock and pushed harder against her, hoping to force an early morning penetration from behind. Ravleen flinched and turned her head to me.

'You'll need some lubrication if you want to penetrate me there,' she said and I blushed furiously, realising with a flip of my stomach that I'd been pressed up against my mother-in-law's anus.

'I'm sorry,' I mumbled, 'I hadn't realised...'

Ravleen rolled over and looked at me. 'It's alright, Gareth, you can have me there if you want, but I prefer a bit of foreplay before anal sex. Maybe we could go to bed this afternoon, after we've been around to the Robinsons.

I could hardly believe my ears. My mother-in-law had just offered me her most private and naughtiest hole, something her daughter had refused to contemplate. 'Are you sure?' I asked.

'It's fine,' she replied. 'I enjoy it. Trevor was very keen on it. Not surprising, really, given his proclivities,' she added with a smile.

I was thunderstruck. I wasn't obsessed with anal sex or anything, although I had tried it a few times and enjoyed it. It was the idea of penetrating Ravleen in that way that seemed so surreal. But then this time yesterday even the thought of kissing her would have seemed unreal and it struck me forcibly how far we had both come in twenty-four hours.

'But what's this about the Robinsons?' I asked.

'You met them here yesterday,' she replied. 'They host the cul-de-sac on Boxing day; it's another tradition.'

'You didn't tell me about that when you invited me for Christmas,' I pointed out.

Ravleen grinned. 'I didn't want to put you off.'

'They'll all know about us, won't they,' I said.

'I imagine a few of them will put two and two together.'

'Will that cougar be there?'

'Sheila? Yes, I expect so,' she said, smiling and we got up soon after that; somehow the idea of a quick early morning fuck had lost its appeal with the promise of forbidden delights in the afternoon.

My mother-in-law behaved outrageously at the Robinsons, but she looked like a million dollars. She spent quite a lot of the morning getting ready, leaving me to read a book on the settee. Just before eleven she appeared at the door of the front room and I looked at her with wonder. She was dressed in yet another cocktail dress, this time a red silk one that came to just above her knees. Her peerless legs were encased in sheer black stockings and she wore three-inch black heels. A string of pearls at her throat completed the ensemble. She had washed her hair and it shone like a raven's wing. Her make-up was perfect, with heavy eye shadow and a lipstick that matched her dress perfectly and nail varnish that matched her lipstick.

I stood up and kissed her, smelling her scent, a subtle floral odour, and it was all I could do to restrain myself from throwing her over the back of the settee, lifting her dress and fucking her there and then. I think she sensed my urge.

'Come on, Gareth, we should go.'

'How long have we got to stay?' I asked with a hint of petulance.

'Oh a couple of hours, I suppose, she laughed. 'We don't want to be seen skiving off early. People might get the wrong idea.'

The Robinsons, Terry and Margaret, lived at the top of the cul-de-sac in a house similar to Ravleen's. As a guest, I wasn't on waiter duty today so I mingled and chatted and laughed at people's jokes. After about half an hour, Ravleen pulled me to one side as I was going to the kitchen for a refill.

'I'm looking forward to sucking your cock later,' she whispered in my ear and I flushed with confusion and excitement. Then she disappeared back into the lounge. Well, I'd never heard her use that word before, except perhaps to describe a male bird.

A bit later I met her on the landing after I'd used the bathroom. 'I want you to lick my pussy,' she whispered, running a fingertip over the crotch of my trousers. 'It'll be all wet and juicy.' I went to grab her but someone was coming up the stairs.

Just before the party broke up, I was being pinned against a bookcase by Sheila. She'd had too much to drink and was making semi-lewd suggestions to me, when Ravleen appeared. 'Oh, could I just have a quick word with Gareth?' She pulled me to one side and whispered: 'I'm really looking forward to having you deep in my anus.' I nearly swooned, reaching out to the nearest wall for support. Ravleen grinned devilishly and disappeared, leaving me with Sheila.

'Well, I can't imagine what our good doctor just said to you,' she cooed, 'but you've gone very red.'

Eventually, and not before time, the party ended and Ravleen and I collected our coats and said our goodbyes. I'd had an erection for most of the morning and I wondered who else apart from Ravleen and Sheila might have noticed.

'You were wicked,' I told her as we walked down the road to her house. Ravleen just smiled and slipped her hand through my arm.

'Do you want a drink, Gareth?' she teased when we got home and had taken our coats off.

'No,' I said, thickly, 'I just want you.' I took her hand and pulled her upstairs into her bedroom, where I pushed her onto the bed and started to strip off my clothes while she kicked off her heels and lay watching me, her legs akimbo, her hands on the pillow, palms up as if in supplication.

Naked, I climbed onto the bed, my cock a glass-hard prong, pointing at my chin, aroused beyond all my experience by the lady lying waiting for me. I practically dived on her, mashing my lips against hers, sliding my tongue deep inside her mouth while I squeezed her breasts through the silky material of her dress. Then my hand was moving lower, over her stomach and down her thighs, finding the hem of her dress and sliding underneath, over her stocking tops, over the soft flesh of her thighs and her suspender straps, finding her panty-clad vulva and cupping it, squeezing the soft mound, feeling the dampness of her gusset, feeling her gasp into my mouth.

Then my Indian tigress was moving, pushing me off her and onto my back, kissing me, biting my lips, raking her red-painted nails softly down my cheeks, nipping my neck and shoulders with her white teeth. She worked her way over my chest, sucking my little nipples, pinching them and biting them until I gasped with pain and pleasure. Then further down, over my stomach, taking my penis in one hand while she licked the shaft like a lollipop, licked my glans and worked the tip of her tongue into my slit, sucking up the sticky juice I was leaking out.

At last she took me in her mouth and I groaned as I saw her full, red lips slide down over my engorged plum, felt the warmth and wetness of her mouth on my cock for the first time. She sucked me expertly, her hand gripping my shaft and gently masturbating me while her mouth slid up and down and her tongue explored the crinkles of skin at my frenum. I watched her cheeks hollow as she sucked, creating an exquisite vacuum that had me coming to the brink of an orgasm before she released it.

I had never experienced anything as erotic as this before and I lay in stupor of pleasure and sensation as my mother-in-law fellated me with expertise and enthusiasm of a porn star. Eventually, she raised her head and looked at me.

'Don't move,' she ordered, climbing off the bed and stripping her dress, bra and knickers off. She got back on the bed and straddled me, gripping my cock and lowering herself down until I slid inside her sopping pussy, watching me with her heavy-lidded eyes as inch after inch of me disappeared inside her cunt. She lifted herself up a few inches and sank down again, fucking me with a slow rhythm, her muscles gripping my cock in the liquid depths of her vagina, her tits swaying. And all the while her eyes were fixed on mine and mine on hers.

After a few minutes of this exquisite fucking she climbed off and took me in her mouth again, licking and sucking her juices off my cock head and my veined shaft. Then she was back on me and feeding my cock into her cunt again, lifting herself up and down in a lazy motion while she cupped her breasts and squeezed her nipples. 'I could taste myself on your penis, Gareth,' she said softly. 'Would you like to taste my juices?'

Before I could gasp my answer she had shuffled forward, releasing my cock, until her thighs were either side of my head and I was staring up at her naked pussy, in close-up for the first time. And what a sight! Her labia were thick and dark and loose and slightly parted, the interior a wet, fleshy pink. Her pubic hair was a tangle of soft, black curls, extending almost to her party-line and down her perineum to her anus. And I could feel the heat coming off her and smell the raw, musky scent of her secretions. Holding the headboard, she lowered herself until her cunt lips were pressed against mine in an intimate kiss. I gripped her hips and slid my tongue inside her, sucking and lapping her juices, taking her labia into my mouth and exploring the folds of skin.

Above me, Ravleen moaned and moved her hips, gently rubbing herself against my mouth as I slid my tongue further up, finding the little hard nub of her clitoris in its fleshy hood. She groaned as my tongue rasped over the tip. 'Do I taste nice, Gareth?' she whispered. 'Do you like licking my cunt?'

I could hardly answer with that same cunt pressed into my mouth, but even in my state of semi-delirious arousal I was shocked by her use of the word. Shocked and excited. I began to feel that we hadn't even come close to the limits of my mother-in-law's appetites. I licked harder and slid my hands round her buttocks, feeling for her crevice, one finger seeking her anus and finding the little pucker in its bed of curls.