The Announcement

100% fiction!

I know, it ain’t the custom for mothers-in-law to get along with the guys their daughters marry. But then, my son-in-law ain’t like the others, and my family has its own set of customs.
I hadn’t closed my door all the way when I came home and decided to get into something cooler. I didn’t know Fran, my daughter, was home till I heard, “Oops, sorry,” and looked up to see her in the doorway.
“It’s okay,” I told her, “I’m not bashful, and I’m sure you’ve seen women naked before.”

She looked uncomfortable so I held my dress in front of me.
“Did you need something, Hon?” I asked.
“Uh, I heard you in here,” She shuffled her feet, glanced in my direction, giggled and continued, “I must seem like a real priss, huh?” she asked, “In fact, you look so comfortable I almost feel like wearing the same outfit for the rest of the evening.”
Something in her eyes sent a shiver through me, down to my crotch, and gave me a feeling that was absolutely foreign to me. In the presence of another woman, that is.

“You don’t seem like a priss,” I answered, “And yes, I do feel comfortable, unless I’m the only one in my birthday suit. So why don’t you get yours out of storage?”
She laughed, skipped out of the room, and returned a few minutes later wearing her wrist watch, glasses, and a smile.
“What do you think?” she laughed, turning around, “Does mine fit as well as yours?”

My breath caught in my throat and I felt a fleeting pang of guilt when I saw her perky B cup titties, her upside-down-heart shaped backside, and her muff, a perfect match for my dark red coochie curls.
“It’s beautiful, Darling,” I managed, “I had one like it when I was your age” I couldn’t help staring, and was afraid I was getting so wet it would soon start running down my leg. As if reading my mind, Fran said softly, “I hope I look like you when I’m your age, Mama.” Then she blushed and said, so softly I almost didn’t hear, “You look good enough to eat.”

Our eyes met, a silent message passed between us, and I held out my hands. Fran nodded and took my hands, then came into my arms and our lips met.
“Please don’t wake me up,” she whispered into my mouth, and I whispered back, “If we’re asleep, we’re gonna be the first two women in history to have simultaneous wet dreams.
A long french kiss and I found her tit, kneading it and tweaking the nipple. Her hand slid down my back to my ass, and as she squeezed my cheek she kissed my neck, than sucked my tits. one after the other, playfully biting my nipples.
I pushed her onto the bed and took my turn at sucking her tits, then resumed out tongue dance while we fingered one another’s pussies.

My mind was reeling, and soon I found myself on my side, my head resting on her thigh, kissing a different pair of lips. Someone was doing wonderful things to my pussy and I wanted desperately to drink my fill of the delicious nectar Fran offered to me.
It was hard to concentrate on one or the other of the pleasures I felt, the thrill of her tongue caressing my clitoris and probing my pussy, the sweet taste and aroma of hers. I tried to match my tongue action with Fran’s and soon I could imagine I was eating myself, something which added to my pleasure.

We were a tangle of arms and legs, moans muffled by cunnies, hands kneading tits and ass cheeks, fingers tickling assholes, then Fran went into a frenzy, almost pitching me off the bed, squeezing my tit and cheek so hard it hurt, her pussy spasming around my tongue. She seemed to cum for hours, though it was actually only several seconds, then she slowly subsided and continued licking me. Suddenly, without any preliminary sensations, I began cumming, just as intensely as Fran had, the nerves in my pussy becoming so sensitive Fran’s tongue felt like a huge prick.

I don’t know how long it lasted, or even whether I fainted or not. The next thin I remember was a feeling of absolute relaxation, Fran’s pussy hair tickling my cheek and her hot breath on my pussy. I kissed her thick lips once more, then impulsively kissed her tiny asshole. She giggled and kissed mine, then ran her tongue around the edge, I followed suit, and for a half minute or so we made passionate love to one another’s anuses.

We shifted around on the bed and laid in each other’s arms.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I whispered.
“Me neither,” she answered, “Are you sorry we did?”
“Only sorry we didn’t start long ago. And you?”
“Fuck no, I’m not sorry,” she laughed, “Just surprised. I had no idea either of us was bi.”
She gave me a short kiss and nipped my tongue when I put it between her teeth.

Still giggling she said, “Now I know why guys like to eat cunt. Yours is delicious!”
It was my turn to laugh, “Would you believe I started to get upset with your language? Me getting prudish a minute after an outstanding sixty-nine?”
A few more kisses and we dozed off. We woke later on when the phone rang, and while Fran chatted I went to the bathroom. I was wiping when Fran came in.
don’t bother flushing,” she said, “I gotta pee, too.”

I got up, she sat, and said, “That was Roger on the phone. And that’s why I came to your room in the first place.” She rubbed her hand across my muff, “I was going to tell you that he asked me to marry him, but one look at this and I forgot.”
She wiped, flushed, and stood up.
“How would you feel about fucking your daughter and your son-in-law?”
“WHAAT??”
“Roger admitted before that he had the hots for you and I was going to tell him to fuck off, but now I see we can have the best of both worlds. Tell me the truth, wouldn’t you like a nice hard cock now and then?”

I laughed happily and hugged her, “Baby Doll, I‘d kiss your ass for a chance at some real cock.”
“Hee hee” she giggled, “You already have. Then you’re okay with a threesome?”
“I only hope you aren’t planning a long engagement..”

Two months later they were married and went on their honeymoon. But before they left Fran insisted that Roger let me have a sample of his dick. And what a sample it was! The angel let me cum three times before he emptied his balls inside me. I would never have guessed that a twenty year old could last that long, especially with his beautiful bride helping.

A week later they returned, tired but happy. They moved in with me, and we all lived happily ever after. At least, up to now we have.