Sounds Good Ch. 05: Mother-in-Law

NOTE: This is Part 5 in a series, and while it is not necessary to read the preceding parts, it will definitely make more sense if you do! Either way, please enjoy this story. After the change-up last time, this is a return to form with a bit of a twist. Thank you for the comments and feedback, it's all so helpful! If you have any suggestions or requests for future stories, let me know in the comments. Enjoy!

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Peter sat in Diane's kitchen, patiently waiting for her to finish printing their scripts. She had asked him to wait in there, and mentioned that today they'd be recording in there instead of the usual guest-bedroom-turned-recording-studio. Diane has set up her microphones on and around the large marble-topped island in the center of the room, and her laptop was set up on the counter against the wall, next to the sink. The sun was setting outside, filling the kitchen with a warm glow. Last time Peter had been in this kitchen, Diane had let him fuck her for the first time. Last time Peter had been in this house, he and Diane showered together after an unusual session. With those odd, if not arousing memories in mind, Peter eagerly awaited Diane's return from upstairs.

"Sorry for not being ready before you got here," Diane apologized as she entered the kitchen, dressed in tight jeans that hugged her hips and a thin tank top that teased a lacy bra underneath. Her hair was down, falling in loose curls at her shoulders. As she passed a freshly printed script to Peter, he could feel the paper was still warm. "I had a different script planned for today's recording session, but after last Friday..." She pursed her ruby lips as she thought back to that time they spent in the shower. "With what I learned about you that day, I knew I had to write something new."

"What do you mean?" Peter asked, wondering what had changed. After the previous practice session, Diane had invited Peter to shower with her, a change from their usual routine of showering separately and keeping things strictly professional. She tried her best to assert that the mind-blowing sex they ended up having in the shower was just more practice for the audio erotica they sold, but Peter knew it marked a turning point in their relationship. Diane knew it, too.

"This is going to sound maybe a little silly, but I never knew how talented you were at, um, going down on a woman." Diane was referring to Peter eating her out in the shower, a bit of extra foreplay before he fucked her brains out that day. That was the first time I've ever cum from a man going down on me. Now, whether that's more of a testament to your talents, or the lack of talented men I've been with in the past, it doesn't matter. I hadn't put anything in these stories about you going down on me so far, because I figured most guys don't like it, but—"

"I liked it." Peter cut her off. Diane blushed, surprised by his forwardness. She could feel her heartbeat increase, and her peach got hot.

"Right, well, um," Diane tried to gather herself, feeling flustered and aroused. "Well I figured I might as well write a scene that includes you going down on me."

"You really want me to do it again?" Peter smiled, proud of his talents.

"Well, yes! I wouldn't be doing this if it didn't ALSO serve the narrative of the story!" Diane was almost defensive. "And don't boast, you don't see me bragging about how just the other day I practically made you shoot a quart of cum with just a handjob." She playfully whacked his arm with her script. Diane was glad she and Peter had this comfortable of a relationship, that they were able to have such a back-and-forth. He laughed with her before questioning her.

"Well, should we get down to business?" Peter flipped through the script, speed-reading his lines. After only a couple of recording sessions, he'd gotten pretty good at getting the gist of the scene after a few quick read-throughs of the script. Always enough to know what he was supposed to say and do, but not too much so as to spoil any fun or surprise.

"Yes, let's get to it!" Diane clapped. Peter read the blocking directions, which placed him leaning against the island. She stood next to the laptop, and after a shared nod, she pressed a button to start the recording. Peter watched as she walked around to the opposite side of the island from him, took a deep breath to ready herself, and then walked up to him slowly.

"Hey hon, how's it going?" Diane smiled sweetly, making eye contact with him.

"I'm doing well, just curious as to why you asked me to come over today?" Peter had to feign naïveté, as if he didn't know where this was going.

"Well, i was hoping we could get a chance to talk, just the two of us, mother-in-law to son-in-law." Diane knew it wasn't the cleanest way to give exposition to listeners about what the scene was, but who was listening to her audio erotica for the plot? She continued, "You see, my daughter talked to me, or should I say, she complained to me."

"She what? Oh no, what did she complain about?" Peter played baffled.

"Well, please don't freak out, but she said..." Diane pretended to hesitate, unsure if she should even have brought this up in the first place. "She said you're not satisfying her... in bed." She winked at Peter.

"What? She told you that? I—" He sounded panicked.

"Shh, no, no, don't be embarrassed, sweetie. She's your wife, it's good that she's voicing this. It's important that you two satisfy each other, that's a key to a healthy marriage." Diane seemed so maternal, welcoming Peter into her arms, resting his head on her plush bosom. She coddled him for just a moment more before he spoke.

"But, what do I do? Read Kama Sutra?" Peter tried his best not to laugh at how ridiculous that line was.

"No, no, don't worry. I have an idea. How about you show me what you do to her, and I can maybe help you improve." Diane offered. Peter's let out a small "um..." before Diane cut him off to continue. "Don't worry, it won't be weird. I'm your mother-in-law, it's my job to make sure things are running smoothly in your marriage. My daughter's happiness is my top priority. If you're not satisfying my daughter, she's not happy, and if she's not happy, I'm not happy. Just let me see what you do?" She nodded, putting a finger under his chin to lift his head so he'd make eye contact with her. "Does that sound okay?"

"Y-yes. That sounds okay to me." Peter nodded, acting coy. "Just promise you won't tell your daughter?"

"I won't tell if you don't," Diane giggled. "Now, why don't you start by showing me how you go down on her?"

Peter knew in the script he was supposed to act dumbstruck at the fact that he was expected to go down on his wife, but he couldn't help but smirk at the fact that Diane had written this whole scene because she wanted him to eat her out again.

"You do go down on her, don't you?" Diane prodded. "Oral sex is a pillar of foreplay, it's very important to ensure your partner is sufficiently aroused before just going to town on each other."

"I'm sorry," Peter played a fool.

"Oh, okay. No worries. I've just got more to teach you!" Diane perked up. "Come on, we've got to start somewhere." She stepped back from Peter and began to undo the button on her jeans. She unzipped them and slipped them off, stepping out of them. Diane shrugged and slipped off her shirt as well, now standing in front of the young man in just a simple white bra and matching panties. Peter felt his jaw drop, still wowed every time Diane stripped in front of him. She was chubby, and her large breasts were pushed together by the soft bra, making ample cleavage for Peter to drool over. She turned slightly, teasing her plump ass, wiggling it at him. He could feel his cock hardening against his thigh, held down by his pants. She broke the silence with a taunt, "Do you want to learn how to go down on a woman?"

"Yes please." Peter answered, a mix of nervous and eager. Diane nodded and shimmied herself up onto the island. The marble was cold underneath her almost-bare butt, and her legs hung off the edge, not touching the ground. She leaned back on her elbows, smiling at Peter.

"Start by taking off my panties." Her voice dropped from an instructing, maternal one, to a much more sultry, sensual one. Peter stepped between her legs and, wrapping his fingers around her thin, lace panties, began to slide them down her smooth legs. His cold fingers traced down her soft thighs, and she sighed as he went. They fell from her knees to her ankles, and with a slight foot movement, the panties were on the ground. "Very good."

"Now what?" Peter asked, getting a good look at Diane's lap. Her pussy was wet and swollen, he could tell she was eager for this. It was a pretty pink color, and he could hardly resist just diving in.

"Now, give it a kiss." She instructed.

"A kiss?"

"A kiss. Something like this." Diane leaned forward and grabbed Peter by the collar. She pulled him close and kissed him deeply. Her soft, plush lips pressed up against his, and he felt her tongue sneak into his mouth, caressing his own gently. With a soft pucker, she pulled away, and Peter realized that was the first time they'd kissed.

"O-okay, I can try that." Peter leaned towards her lap, and Diane leaned back again. He got his face less than an inch from her swollen lips, and gently planted an open-mouthed kiss on her pussy. He slipped his tongue inside, pushing through her wet folds, and Diane gasped and bucked her hips forward, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pushing his face into her.

"Oh my god!" She yelped as he began to really get into it. He left kiss after sloppy kiss on her peach, tasting her fluids as she moaned softly. "Y-you're doing great, but don't forget about the clitoris." Diane stuttered through.

"Right, of course." Peter began to tease her clit as he went, driving her wild. She was moaning loudly, gasping for breath as he went. He alternated between soft, teasing kisses and deep, penetrating licks. She was practically thrusting into his face, gasping, close to cumming as she cussed under her breath. Peter decided to tempt fate and pulled back, looking up at her with wide eyes. "Is something wrong?"

"No! Nothing's wrong, keep going!" Diane practically shouted, so close to finishing that she was almost angry at Peter for stopping. He descended back into her pussy, massaging it with his mouth, driving her closer and closer to the edge, until she just couldn't take it anymore. Diane screamed as she came, grabbing the back of Peter's head and bucking against it as her sweet fluids ran down his chin.

"How was that?" He asked, wiping his chin. Diane was panting, struggling for words.

"That was... That was pretty good. You're a natural." She playfully winked, trying to regain her energy. "Now let me see your cock."

"But, you're my mother-in-law!" Peter acted aghast. "Isn't that crossing a line?"

"Honey, we crossed the line the moment you put your tongue inside me. Besides, I'm just making sure you satisfy my daughter." Diane's voice shifted to something more teasing. "You do want to satisfy her, don't you?"

"Yes, of course. I need you to teach me."

"Then show me your cock."

With that demand hanging in the air, Peter mumbled a "yes ma'am," and swiftly undid his belt, his button, and his zipper, dropping his pants and boxers to the ground. He stepped out of them kicking them off to the side, as his hardening cock flopped around. As he discarded his shirt, Diane sat forward on the counter, her legs still dangling over the edge, leaning towards Peter.

"Oh my goodness! Who knew my son-in-law had such a fat cock!" She reached for it, and Peter barely thrust his hips forward for her to take hold of it, but she held back at the last minute, her fingers stopping just inches from his manhood.

"It looks okay?" Peter asked sheepishly.

"Okay? It looks amazing! It's so thick! Does this even fit in her mouth?" Diane really played up the feeling of awe. She never really got the chance to just drool over Peter's cock (metaphorically, of course) so she relished in the scene.

"Um, no, it doesn't. She says her jaw gets sore." As Peter said this, Diane subconsciously felt her mouth start to water. She was almost disappointed she didn't include a blowjob in this scene. All this talk about oral, and Peter's cock throbbing in front of her, her small hands orbited closer and closer to his shaft. His pink cockhead was just inches from her soft lips, and she could see the tiniest pearl of precum beading at the top. Without thinking, Diane leaned forward and loudly kissed the tip of his cock, her plush lips enveloping it, and pulled back with a pop, letting a strand of precum drape from her lips to his cock. Peter gasped, surprised because this wasn't in the script.

"Ma'am, you just kissed, uh, my, um—" He stuttered, really in character and really confused.

"I just kissed your cock, and I'm going to do it again!" Diane slid from the counter top, onto her knees in front of Peter, a much better angle. She stopped teasing and took hold of his large shaft with her delicate hands, getting a good grip. She leaned in and planted another wet kiss on his cockhead. "And I'm going to kiss it again..." another wet kiss, "...and again..." another wet kiss, "...and again!" One final wet kiss, and then Diane took Peter's cock into her mouth, pushing him past her full lips, sliding across her soft tongue. She stroked at the base of his shaft with her hands, in rhythm with her mouth around his cock. He gasped loudly and she pulled back.

"You're my mother-in-law, are you sure you should be doing this?" Peter asked, almost asking Diane, out of character, if they should be breaking from the script. With his cock in her hands, she looked up at him.

"Just go with it! This is a learning experience. I want to know you can satisfy my daughter. I have to know you can last long enough to satisfy her, even when you're tempted to burst!" Diane was making it up on the spot, and it felt fun.

"O-okay."

"Say 'yes ma'am.'"

"Y-yes ma'am." Peter wasn't about to argue as he watched Diane swallow his cock back down. Her mouth was so soft and warm, and so wet as she drooled on his shaft. She bobbed her head up and down, loudly gagging with each push. Peter moaned, and Diane pulled away.

"You like me sucking your cock?" She asked.

"Yes, yes I do. You're so good at it. I love it." He whimpered back to her as she took it back into her mouth, all the way down, pressing her nose to his lap, feeling his balls brush against her chin. "Oh my god, your daughter can't deepthroat me like that!" Peter watched as his mature neighbor, a mom twice his age, released his cock from her throat, pulling back and letting it spill from her mouth. Her lipstick was smeared slightly, and he watched entranced as a bit of fluid, either her spit or his precum, dripped from his cock onto her soft cleavage.

"I see you looking at my tits!" Diane teased, shaking them slightly. "You wanna fuck 'em?" She stood up, giving his wet cock a quick stroke before hopping back up on the counter. "Have you ever fucked a girl's tits before? Have you ever fucked my daughter's tits?"

"Um, no, your daughter, uh—" Diane cut him off before he could finish.

"My daughter doesn't have big enough tits, does she? She lost the genetic lottery, I guess, because as you can see," Diane gestured to her ample bosom. "My soft tits are perfect for your hard cock. Now, do you know how to take off a bra?" She teased.

"Yes, I do." Peter answered, trying not to play TOO dumb. His character was married, after all, he'd better know how to take off a bra.

"Then take off my bra." Diane sat up straight, her arms at her sides. This perfect posturing pushed out her chest even more, somehow making her plush tits seem even fuller. Peter pretended to nervously reach out, pressing himself up against Diane as she remained on the edge of the countertop, his strong hands winding behind her. They were cheek to cheek and when his fingers silently traced up the small of her back, Diane purred, almost inaudibly, and took a quick nip at Peter's earlobe. He pretended to fumble with the clasp for a moment before undoing it with ease, leaning back to unwrap his present.

"I think I got it." He smirked at her, still sounding naive.

"Yes, you did." Diane smiled back, letting the loose straps fall from her shoulders, her lightly-wrinkled breasts spilling out as the cups fell as well. She tossed her bra in the same direction as her other clothes before cupping her own tits with an open palm, letting them softly jiggle just for Peter. "You like them?"

"I love your tits, they're so much bigger than my wife's!" He announced.

"Then how 'bout you come over her and fuck 'em?" She tugged at his still-hard cock slightly, inviting him up into the counter with her. As Peter climbed up, Diane laid back on the cool granite. "Here, straddle me right here," Diane instructed, situating Peter so he was straddling just above her stomach, his cock resting against the soft skin of her torso. "Now, put your cock in between my tits," Diane continued, gesturing to her cleavage. Peter gingerly placed his cock between her tits. "I'm just going to press my tits around your hard cock, and..." Diane took two handfuls of her own breasts and pressed them around the shaft nestled in her cleavage. "...and now you start pumping."

With her final bit of instruction, Peter began to gently fuck Diane's tits. Back and forth, back and forth, he found a rhythm and was quickly hypnotized by the smooth feeling of his hard cock between her supple breasts. The wet blowjob she had given him just moments ago provided the perfect amount of lubrication, making for a smooth glide with just enough friction for a mind-blowing level of stimulation. He pumped harder and harder, slowly gaining speed.

"Your tits feel so good!" He groaned.

"You like that?" She encouraged.

"I do, I love fucking your tits! They're so soft, and so big! This feels incredible!" With each thrust forward, his cockhead poked out from Diane's cleavage. She lightly squeezed her tits around his cock, also enjoying the sensation. She enjoyed another sensation when she suddenly felt Peter's hand slipping into her panties. Without breaking from his thrusts, Peter had reached behind and found Diane's lap. His hand made its way under her waistband, just brushing up against her swollen pussy lips. She moaned loudly as his fingers brushed against her ever so slightly. She went to speak but bit her lip when she saw Peter shush her with his free hand. He mouthed "don't mention it" and put a finger to her lips. "Oh my god, your tits are amazing. Your daughter doesn't have tits like these!"

Diane, impressed that he never broke rhythm while fucking her tits, and aroused at the idea that he wanted to finger her without future listeners knowing, played along. As she felt his fingers delicately trace over her pussy lips, she said, "No she doesn't, only your mommy-in-law has tits like this. Only your mommy-in-law has these perfect tits for you to fuck!" She pressed her tits together a little tighter, driving Peter ever closer to the edge, to which he responded by pushing two fingers inside Diane. She gasped and moaned as he began to finger her until she was practically bucking against his hand. He shushed her again, fucking her tits with such zeal that he was starting to work up a froth from the leftover spit. She tried her best to stay quiet, and had to bite her lip hard to stifle a scream when Peter began to massage her clit as he went. She let go of her breasts and pounded her fists against the counter as she came, trying her best to be silent, for no discernible reason. Somehow, the idea of having a secret from future listeners made it all even hotter as an orgasm washed over her. Diane bucked against Peter's hand again and again before collapsing back against the countertop, panting. His cock sat between her tits, no longer pressed between them. In a moment of silence, Peter gestured to the script at the far end of the counter, and Diane nodded weakly, knowing they had to finish the scene despite this fun departure in the middle.