My daughter-in-law and me

Note : This story is completely fictional!

My daughter-in-law has been part of our family for more than 18 years and is a fantastic girl for my son, despite what I am going to tell you in this story.

Her name is Julie; she is 37; five feet, ten inches tall; long blonde hair that is not from a bottle; small its; gorgeous ass; beautiful face. She has always dressed modestly, but in the last two or two and a half years her wardrobe has changed. For instance, when she came downstairs in the morning when she was visiting our house, she would nearly always wear a frumpy housecoat that hid every bit of her body. But lately, she has been coming down in pyjama bottoms and a tee shirt--obviously her night attire.

Last weekend when they were visiting us from Friday to Monday, I found her to be ultra-friendly. Before breakfast, she would stand beside me and put her arm around my waist as we talked as a group. I could feel her hard tits pressing against me, although they were not big; but she had no bra on so it made them harder than usual, I suppose. As we talked, she would secretly rub her hand up and down my back and sometimes under my shirt. I was wondering what she was doing with her hand on my bare back, so I took that as a hint that she wanted to play a bit.

I had already had my arm around her waist, so I reciprocated and put my hand under her shirt around the back. Her soft, warm skin felt so good; but I wasn't sure if she liked what I was doing until she whispered, "Fuck, your hand feels good." but she very nonchalantly put her hand on mine and slid it down her ass. I squeezed her ass, then moved my hand back up to her pj waistband and slid my hand down inside onto her bare ass and held it there. After all, we were in the kitchen, but on the appliance side of the kitchen counter and everyone else was on the other side. No one could see what we were doing, so I just slid my fingers up and down her slit and she spread her legs a bit wider and I ended up playing with her hole while we all talked. Through all the din and chatter going on, no one could hear her whisper, "You're going to make me cum doing that." but it wasn't enough to make me stop, nor did she cum.

People were starting to move about, so I took my hand out of her pjs and my arm away from her and moved over about a foot or two so we wouldn't draw attention to ourselves. She said to me out loud in front of everyone, "Bryan, can we move the air mattress from Lindsay's room into ours? She and Keith stayed up too long last night; and the only way we can get them to get a good sleep is to separate them." I said, "Sure, Julie. When do you want to do it?" She said, "Right now while the kids are having breakfast." So, I said, "Let's go."

As we went upstairs together with her in front of me and turned the corner to the second set of stairs, she quickly slipped her pjs down to show me her ass. "This is what you were finger-fucking. Like it?" I told her I did and that I wanted more. "So do I." Let's move the mattress first," she suggested We took the mattress into her and Andrew's bedroom and put it at the end of the bed, then she sat down on the edge of the bed. "Come here," she said. "I want to suck your cock." I moved toward her and unzipped my jeans; she reached in and yanked my dick out and dove right down on it.

"Oh, Julie. You're a fantastic cocksucker. You like cock, Baby?" but she could only say MMM=HMMM because she was busy sucking. "Do you like to swallow cum, too?" and she nodded her head up and down. She sucked me for only about three minutes and I warned her that I was going to cum, so she fucked her mouth with my cock even more vigorously and I shot a load into her mouth. She looked up at me, opened her mouth to show me the cum, then swallowed it. "That was so fucking good, Bryan. I hope we can do this some more." I zipped up and leaned in to kiss her; and as I did, I put my hand down the front of her pjs and found her wet, wet pussy. "You're so fucking ready, Julie. Too bad we can't continue. I'd love to eat you right now."

Julie warned me that we were upstairs quite a while just to move an air mattress and we should get downstairs but that we can find a time again. She suggested that we both try to find an excuse to be alone again. We went downstairs to join the others; and as soon as we entered the kitchen, she said "Sorry, but the mattress was down a bit and I had to blow it." I couldn't help but laugh at this double-entendre.

I think this story has gone on long enough. I'll have to add part two to it soon. Let me know what you think.