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Ah, it feels good to take a big dump on your thread in the way that you do with everyone else.

Oh, and, have a nice day.

This is a Halloween contest story. Too many readers don't vote. Please vote. I need the support of your vote.

Mother-in-law Peeping for Halloween

Son-in-law has his wicked way with his MILF of a mother-in-law on Halloween night.

This time, Halloween night, a long time coming, I had lost my mind to incest. This time, after coming home from the Halloween masquerade ball we attended together, I had gone over the edge with incestuous lust for my wife's mother, my MILF of a mother-in-law, Diane. I realize, of course, not being blood related that lusting over an in-law technically may not be deemed incest. Yet, tell that to the judge, when the true definition of incest doesn't carry much weight in divorce court, if I were to be caught lusting over, peeping on, and having sex with my wife's mother.

We were both a little drunk and it was with the help of copious amounts of alcohol and the encouragement of my wife, that my true reckless and incestuous desires surfaced. Using those two things as my excuse and insanity plea, that I was drunk and it was my wife's fault because she encouraged me to dance with her mother and show her lonely, divorced Mom a good time.

"I want to dance, Jack. Dance with me," said my mother-in-law pulling me up on the dance floor by my hand.

"Go ahead, Jack. Dance with my Mom. Show my mother a good time."

Oh, I danced with her, alright, I showed my mother-in-law a good time alright, if that's what you want to call what I was doing on the dance floor dancing and showing her a good time. Groping her curvaceous body on the dance floor more described what I was doing. Feeling up my mother-in-law was my idea of not only showing her a good time but also giving myself a good time, too. Encouraged by her, when she didn't slap my hand away or tell me to stop, I took advantage that she was more than a bit tipsy. In the five years I had known her, I never felt so much of my mother-in-law's bodacious body. In the five years I had known her, I always have been lusting over my mother-in-law.

Then, totally losing my mind and pushing the limits of my marriage by making out with my wife's mother on the taxi ride home was a daring move and a sexual fantasy come true. Having already crossed the line of appropriate behavior between a son-in-law and a mother-in-law on the dance floor and again in the cab on the wild, ride home, there was no turning back now. Now, should my wife catch me kissing her mother, French kissing her mother, my only defense was that we were both drunk. Nevertheless, being caught kissing Diane or not, once home from the Halloween party, with my mother-in-law an overnight guest, I was, without a doubt, doomed, driven, and determined to continue a sexual relationship with her, but this time, from inside her guest bedroom closet.

"Oh, yeah."

With the guest bedroom light off, quietly, not moving, and barely breathing, I stood in the guest bedroom closet hiding behind her clothes and concealed by the closed, double bi-fold, louvered closet doors, while waiting for my mother-in-law, Diane, to come to bed. This was it. I was making my move. My perfect peeping plan, this is what I had been waiting for and had been fantasizing about for years. A long time coming, my perfect opportunity, I was finally going to watch my mother-in-law undress and, hopefully, strip naked.

"Naked, naked, naked. Finally, I was going to see my mother-in-law naked."

Desperate to see her naked body, determined to see her big tits, her round ass, and her forbidden pussy, a grown, responsible, and somewhat normal man, even I couldn't believe I was hiding in her closet. Spying on my mother-in-law, in the way of some testosterone filled, young adult, this is what my life has suddenly become. No doubt and admittedly, I'm a pervert, a peeper, a perverted peeper, about to watch my MILF of a mother-in-law strip naked, naked, naked.

"Naked, naked, naked, oh, my God. If only she would, I'd be so excitedly happy. If only she knew I was in her closet hoping to watch her undress."

Will it really happen? Will she not know and not even suspect that I'm hiding in her closet watching her remove her clothes, while stroking my cock and thinking about having sex with her, the mother of my wife? Will I really get to see my mother-in-law's tits, her ass, and her pussy or, as I've grown to expect, will something go wrong at the last instant to ruin my perfect Halloween peeping plan?

So nervous with what I was about to do, so insane with incestuous lust for her, debating if I should go through with peeping on my mother-in-law or not, I still had time to back out now, return to my bedroom, and sleep with my wife, Jennifer, but I couldn't do that. No, for me to fulfill my sexual fantasy, for me to satisfy my most perverse urges, for me to see all that I've been so wanting and needing to see of my mother-in-law, I needed to see my wife's mother naked. Too late, with me already hiding in her closet, I couldn't back out now, not tonight.

The perfect opportunity to implement my perfect plan, able to control everything in my own house, standing in my guest bedroom closet, and ready to watch my drunken mother-in-law undress, I couldn't imagine a better scenario. Possibly my best opportunity and my best plan, maybe my last chance to see her naked, before she moves out of state, I needed to do this or I'd regret my indecision forever. I needed to watch Diane undress. I needed to see my mother-in-law naked, naked, naked.

"Where is she? What is she doing downstairs? What's taking her so long to come to bed? I'm so excited. I can't wait. Precariously exposed, the longer I hide in her closet the more of a chance I'll be detected for the scumbag that I am for peeping on my mother-in-law."

Tired of waiting in her closet, with every minute longer I stood hiding in her closet, I felt more ridiculous and more perverted. Suddenly regretting my decision to spy on her, why am I like this? Why must my life be so twisted like this? Why am I so tortured to see what I'm not supposed to see? Am I forever doomed to be so controlled by incestuous lust for my relatives? Is every man attracted to his grandmother, his mother, his sister, his aunts, his cousins, his daughter-in-law, his sister-in-law, and his mother-in-law or just me?

Hoping she didn't see me walk out of my secret hiding spot, hoping I didn't run into her in the hall with her coming up the stairs and me coming out of the guest bedroom and ruin everything, I stealthily tiptoed out of the closet to investigate her whereabouts.

"Where is she? What the Hell is she doing down there? What's taking her so long to come to bed and strip out of her clothes?"

Once the coast was clear and the house so eerily quiet, already having taken my cock out of my pajama bottoms and wrapped my hand around it. While thinking of Jennifer's mother naked, I stroked myself to an erection, as I walked out in the open. So very exposed, with no one around to see me and watch me play with myself, I wished my mother-in-law was there to see my exposed cock and to watch me masturbate. Brazenly, filled with lust for her, I walked around upstairs imagining my mother-in-law catching me with my cock so exposed.

"Oops, sorry, Mom. Don't look. I'm so embarrassed," I imagined saying to her, if she saw my cock sticking straight out and my one hairy eye pointing at her. "I had no idea my cock had fallen out of my pajamas."

She likes it when I call her Mom, as much as I like calling her Mom. When I call her Mom, I imagine having sex with my mother, not that I'd ever have sex with my mother. I'd never have sex with my mother. I mean, I would have definitely tried to have sex with my mother, if she looked anything like Jennifer's mother, Diane. When I'm not calling my mother-in-law, Mom, I call her Diane. Wishing and wanting to call her MILF, afraid that I may make a misspeak and refer to her as my MILF of a mother-in-law, with her short blonde hair, big blues eyes, and shapely figure, never do I refer to her as my mother-in-law.

So very attracted to her, if I wasn't married to her daughter, I'd ask her out. Oh, yeah, I'd date Diane, if I could. Whenever we're out together shopping at the mall and looking to buy Jennifer a birthday or Christmas gift, I enjoy pretending that I'm out with my older girlfriend, more mature lover, and/or MILF of a wife, instead of my sexy mother-in-law. Before I met Diane, having heard so many horror stories about mothers-in-law, never would I imagine that I'd enjoy shopping with my mother-in-law. Never would I have imagined that I'd be so attracted to my mother-in-law that I'd want to fuck her and lick her, after she sucks me.

Whether on purpose or accidental, I don't know nor do I even care which, she gives me a sexy show when shopping for shoes and especially when trying on boots. Oh, yeah, I love watching her try on boots. Always she flashes me her panties, when she's trying on boots. It's so erotic when she raises her foot in the air, perhaps because I imagine her raising and spreading her legs for me. Struggling to get her boot on her foot and with her knees parted just enough for me to see everything I had hoped to see, I just want to fall between her legs and lick her pussy through her panty. I so would, if I could.

Ready and hoping to see her panty, I always position myself, on the pretense that I'm helping her by giving her my opinion of her shoe selection, to watch her flash me her panties in an up skirt view. It's so erotic to see her knees parted and her skirt rising higher with every movement of her foot. So focused on trying on shoes and boots, does she not realize that she's so exposed and that I can see between her legs and see her panties? Or is she purposely flashing me? I'd like to think that she was purposely flashing me. That's so hot.

"Oh, my God. Panties, panties, panties, I love seeing my mother-in-law's panties."

With all the dressing rooms now having doors, I miss the dressing rooms that had curtains. So few and so far in between, when masturbating over Diane, I sometimes imagine her undressing behind a curtain that's partially open. I imagine seeing her in her panties and bra, just as I hope to see her now, while hiding in her closet.

Brazenly out of my mind with lust for her, I imagine standing at the top of the stairs, as she walks up to me. Pretending that I don't know my cock is out of my pajama bottoms, with my cock at eye level, would she stop on the stairs and talk to me, pretending that she doesn't see my cock so exposed, while casually glancing to look at it and stare at it? As I stroke my cock faster, while thinking of exposing myself to my mother-in-law, I imagine her looking at my cock, seeing my cock, and staring at my cock, actually.

My hoped for sexual fantasy is for her to shyly reach out her hand and coyly touch my cock with her fingertips, before taking it in her hand to stroke it. Never have I masturbated as much, since I met my wife's mother. Every night, waiting for my wife to fall asleep and then, while my wife is asleep beside me, I masturbate with the thoughts of having sex with her mother, my mother-in-law, Diane.

With her daughter there sleeping beside me, it's even more exciting to imagine having sex with her mother. I imagine feeling her lips around my erect prick, her tongue against the stretched skin of my cock, and the warm sensation of her wet mouth sucking me. Oh, yeah, I'd love for her to take me in her mouth and suck me.

"Suck my cock, Diane. Blow me, Mom. I so want to cum in your mouth and watch you swallow."

Or, by the mere sight of my cock, would she scream, tell me my cock is out of my pajama bottoms, and demand that I put it away? Could she tell from my voice or by the excited and perversely twisted look on my face that I purposely exposed my cock to her? I'd feel like the pervert that I am with her knowing that I purposely flashed her. So wanting to expose myself to her but so afraid of her reaction, the best that I can do is to masturbate over the thoughts of exposing myself to my mother-in-law.

If she did know or suspected that I purposely exposed myself to her, would she tell me wife and ruin my life? Or would she take the hint and have sex with me? Should we be caught having sex, I'd take full responsibility for having the incestuous sexual relationship.

Now thinking more about exposing myself to her, instead of peeping on her, if she saw me with my cock sticking out of my pajama bottoms, should I pretend that I don't know that I'm standing there talking to her with my cock sticking out of my pajama bottoms? Or should I feign shocked embarrassment by looking down with her look and then acting mortified that she saw my cock? Yet, seriously, how could I possibly pretend I didn't know my erection was so exposed? I'd be so excited for her to see my cock, I don't think I could pretend I didn't know I was exposed.

I'd love to show her my cock, I really would. I wonder the reaction she'd have on her face. Would she be shocked, embarrassed, or would she have that playful look that I hope and need her to have for us to explore one another's bodies? I wondered what she'd do, if she saw my cock. Would she look? Would she stare? Or would she pretend to not notice or look away in horror, run in the guest bedroom, and slam shut her door, before telling my wife the next morning that I flashed her?

Her running away would ruin everything. Then, I wouldn't even get to watch her undress. All I'd have is a bit of masturbation material with my mother-in-law seeing my cock.

Truth be told, a sexual fantasy come true, I'd love for her to take me in her hand and fondle me, before stroking me. Truth be told, I'd love for her to fall to her knees and suck me, before asking me to make love to her. Only, at this point in time, I'd be happy with just watching her strip naked.

Even if only seeing her in her bra and panty, even if only seeing her topless, how erotic would that be watching her undress, unbuttoning her blouse and unzipping her skirt, from behind the closed closet door? At the perchance of seeing her naked, I'd have mother-in-law masturbation material for the rest of my miserable, perverted life.

Maybe I should just forget about exposing my cock to my mother-in-law and continue with my sexual fantasy of trying to see Jennifer's mother naked.

"Naked, naked, naked, I can't wait to see my mother-in-law naked."

With the thought of watching my mother-in-law undress, with the thought of Diane seeing my cock, and with the thought of having sex with my wife, Jennifer's mother, my cock pulsated in my hand, as I slowly stroked myself to a harder erection, while listening for Diane.

"Where the Hell is she? When is she coming to bed?"

Out of my mind with incestuous sexual lust for her, I don't know what it is and why I'm so sexually attracted to my mother-in-law, but I am. I'm puzzled by the attraction, but since the first day I saw her, I always wanted to fuck my wife's mother. Why? I don't understand.

Hoping to get the chance, wishing she'd walk in my hotel room, while I was changing into my tuxedo an hour before I was to be married to her daughter, I even flirted with her at my wedding reception. Why? I don't understand. I don't get it. When I have a younger and better looking version of her in her daughter, it doesn't make any sense to me.

Already having seen her in a barely there bikini, lying out by the pool on her stomach with her top undone, I wondered what she looked like in her sexy bra and bikini panty, before imagining what she looked like naked. Naked, naked, naked, I've been waiting so long to see my mother-in-law naked. Naked, naked, naked, I'm finally going to see my mother-in-law naked.

With her top undone and the sides of her big breasts exposed, I couldn't believe it when she asked me to massage in some sunscreen on her back and on the back of her shapely legs. With every touch of her soft skin, I imagined her naked, while having sex with her. I so wanted to feel the sides of her exposed breasts. I so wished she'd turn around so that I could apply sunscreen to her naked tits. I so wished she'd spread her legs, so that I could touch her where no son-in-law should ever touch his mother-in-law. I imagined standing in front of her and her lifting her head to suck my cock, while I leaned forward to massage sunscreen on her back.

"Suck my cock, Diane, while I protect your skin from the harmful rays of the sun by rubbing sunscreen on your back, as you suck and suck and suck my cock. Suck it, my MILF of a mother-in-law. Suck it, suck it, suck it.."

Oh, my God, shaking with nervousness, I couldn't believe I was finally going to do this. So very bold, this the most daringly depraved thing I ever did, even more daring than groping her body on the dance floor and making out with her in the back of the cab. As if possessed by an incestuous lustful Devil, I couldn't believe I was being so inappropriately naughty and incestuously nasty.

For sure, had I not been drinking, I never would have had the courage to go through with this. Had I not seen her panties, every time she tried on shoes and especially boots at the mall, had I not massaged sunscreen in her nearly naked, bikini clad body, while imagining her naked and having sex with her, I may not have developed such an attraction for her. Unfortunately, I did.

Had I not groped her on the dance floor during the Halloween masquerade party, I may have not been as excited to see her naked, as I am now. Had I not made out with her in the cab on the way home, had she rebuffed my advances to touch her, feel her, grope her, and kiss her, maybe I wouldn't be standing here now waiting for her to come to bed, so that I could hide in her closet to watch her undress. Unfortunately, she didn't rebuff me. If anything, by allowing me to feel her, by allowing me to kiss her, and by returning my kisses, she encouraged me..

I haven't hidden in a closet, since I watched my mother undress more than fifteen years ago. So exciting to watch her remove her clothes, I masturbated for years over seeing my mother's big tits with dark brown areolas and nipples. Then, when I saw my mother naked, I'd just have to replay that day in my mind, imagining her stripping all over again, to get me hot enough to want to masturbate over the thoughts of my mother stripping naked.

I'll never forget that first time I saw my mother's tits, her ass, and her pussy. An unbelievable up close sight, the first woman I ever saw naked, I thought I had died and went to Heaven and I couldn't wait to masturbate to the sexy, naked memory of her. Yet, somehow, by the way she slowly undressed and turned to face the closet, once she was naked, I suspected she knew I was hiding in the closet watching her get naked, naked, naked.

Suspecting that she was giving me a striptease show, it made me hot to think that she was expressly undressing for me, her son. When I remember her undressing, so long ago, she gave me such a sexy, private striptease show. Maybe she was giving me my personal sex education lesson, I don't know. To be honest, I didn't care, so long as I saw my mother naked.

Maybe with my Dad no longer on the scene, she was just as horny as I was. Maybe, if she was just as horny as I was, she wanted to show me her body, as much as I wanted to see her body. Maybe she wanted to have sex with me, as much as I wanted to have sex with her. Yet, unable to cross that imaginary line of incest, maybe it was enough that I saw her naked and she knowing that I saw her naked. Maybe, after she showed me her body, in the privacy of her bedroom or bathroom, she masturbated over the thoughts of exposing herself to me. Like mother like son, maybe she's the reason why I'm the pervert that I am today.

Yet, even though I wanted to touch her, feel her, and to have sex with my mother, even though I stood in her closet and watched her strip naked, while masturbating, a bridge to nowhere, I could never cross that line of having sex with my Mom. Maybe if she looked as good then as my mother-in-law looks now, I may have been more tempted. Maybe had my mother made the first move, all those times she caught me masturbating and touched me, wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked me, before taking me in her mouth and/or pussy, instead of just staring at my cock, before closing my bedroom door, I may have relented and had sex with her.

Yet, in hindsight, other than some mutual flashing, I'm glad nothing more ever happened with my Mom. With a history of lusting over my female relatives, aunts, cousins, my mother and my sister, I have enough to feel guilty about without being pained by the reality now that I had sex with my mother then. Then, as if I'd ever forget, there was my sexy sister.

When I think about hiding in the closet, probably because I'm standing in a closet now, I haven't hidden in a closet, since I watched my sister undress. Like mother like daughter, if hiding in the closet worked on my mother, I knew it would work on my sister.

Always walking around the house in their nearly see-through nightgowns, while giving me plenty of down nightgown views of their tits and up nightgown views of their asses and pussies, they were oblivious that I was intent on seeing them naked, naked, naked. They had no idea they were living with such a horny, incestuous pervert or did they? A son who wants to see his mother naked and a brother who wants to see his sister naked, how could they now know how much I lusted over them?

My sister being a younger version of my Mom, their naked bodies were so very similar. After I saw my mother naked and then my sister naked, I never looked at my mother or my sister in the same way. With the naked image of them forever implanted in my brain and my mind forever filled with incestuous lust for them, I always wanted to have sex with them. Yet, even though I masturbated over the thoughts of having sex with my mother and/or sister every day, I never did and I'm glad I didn't.

Maybe I should take heed of that as a warning and not try to see my mother-in-law naked. Maybe, once I see my mother-in-law naked, now being an adult man, instead of a young adult boy, I may be more apt to take the next step and have sex with Jennifer's Mom. I could lose everything I have worked so hard to have. I could lose Jennifer for some quick, hot sex with her mother. Is it worth it? Yes.

Again, just like I did after seeing my mother naked, just having to call up the memory of that day, I masturbated for years over seeing my sister naked, too. Yet, somehow, just in the way my Mom turned to face the closet, before slowly undressing, I suspected my sister knew I was hiding in the closet watching her get naked, when she turned to face the closet, too.

Just in the way she moved around the room, always staying in view of me and in the slow, sexy way she stripped out of her clothes, I think she liked the idea of being seen naked by her brother. Naked, naked, naked, I can't believe I not only saw my mother naked but also my sister, too, and now, hopefully, I'll add my MILF of a mother-in-law to that naked list of female relatives.

Why the mere thought of hoping to see my mother, my sister, and now my mother-in-law naked, while hiding in the closet and masturbating, so excites me is a real puzzler. Is it the incest that makes me crazy with desire for them? Actually, I'm not related by blood to my mother-in-law but the thoughts of seeing her naked excites me in the same way it did seeing my mother and sister naked.

I've seen lots of naked women, none of them from inside of a closet, other than my mother and my sister, of course. Yet, now with the hope of seeing my mother-in-law naked, none of them have excited me in the way that it did when finally seeing my mother and my sister naked from inside the closet. What the Hell is it about hiding in the closet to watch female relatives undress? Why does that excite me so?

Even though at 20-years-old, I wasn't so pure and innocent then, maybe for some unknown reason, at 35-years-old now, seeing my mother-in-law naked from inside the closet is my way of recapturing that pure, innocent, albeit incestuous excitement that I had when I watched my mother and my sister undress. Yet, now, aroused with the sexual anticipation, the mere thought of watching Diane strip naked, never have I been as sexually excited as I am now. Unable to stop now, I need to see my mother-in-law's tits, ass, and pussy. I need to watch her remove her clothes. I need to know what my mother-in-law looks like naked.

"Naked, naked, naked, I can't wait to see Diane naked."

I remember that I was so sexually aroused watching my mother and sister undress that maybe they heard me stroking myself in the closet, while watching them undress. Maybe knowing that I was hiding in their closet masturbating that's why they both gave me more of a show. It excites me to think that they did. It excites me to think that they knew I was standing there with my hand around my cock and stroking myself, while watching them get naked, naked, naked.

Maybe, knowing that I was hiding in the closet watching them strip, they were just as excited to show me their naked bodies, as I was excited to see their naked bodies. It excites me to think that they were. Knowing that I watched them undress and saw them naked, it excites me to think that they masturbated over me later, in the way that I masturbated over them then.

Now, fifteen years later, married with a sexy wife and a MILF of a 50-something-year-old mother-in-law, here I am hiding in the closet, yet, again. With some things never changing and so many things staying the same, I couldn't help but wonder if I'd still be hiding in the closet to spy on my son's girlfriend or my daughter-in-law getting naked, that is, once I had children and if I had a son. Or maybe if I had a daughter, I'd be excited to watch her and her female friends strip naked, too, while hiding in the closet. Maybe by then, I'd have money enough to afford to build a custom designed house with secret passages that led to the built-in closets in all the bedrooms.

"I'd see everyone naked, naked, naked, then."

Whatever the reason, obviously it's incest that so excites me. Whether it's my mother, my sister, my future daughter-in-law, daughter, daughter's friends, and now my mother-in-law, I wish I could feel that same excitement watching my wife strip naked in the way that I'm so very aroused with the thoughts of watching my mother-in-law removing her blouse, unzipping her skirt, unhooking her bra, and wiggling out of her panties. Now that I think more about it, returning me back to the time when I was a horny, testosterone filled, young adult male, maybe the closet has something to do with the experience of peeping and seeing something so forbidden and so sexy that I shouldn't be seeing.

Maybe the next time my wife strips naked, I should hide in the closet, that is, along with a few of my friends. I wonder knowing that I was hiding in the closet with my friends, if my wife would continue to strip naked, while pretending she didn't know we were in the closet watching her getting undressed. I wondered if she'd put on a striptease show for us. Along with her MILF of a mother in the orgy, I wonder if she'd have sex with us, a gangbang, that is, before calling her divorce attorney.

Notwithstanding my history of hiding in a closet peeping, while masturbating, the perfect opportunity, with Diane drunk and me horny, I was hoping to watch her undress for bed. I was hoping to watch her unbutton her blouse to expose her abundant cleavage and her bra clad breasts. I was hoping to watch her unbutton and unzip her short, tight skirt and allow it to fall to the floor to expose her panty clad ass and pussy. I was hoping to watch her parade around the room in her sexy bra and bikini panty, before, God help me, removing her bra, taking off her panty, and (gulp) getting naked.

"Oh, yeah, naked, naked, naked, I was hoping to see my mother-in-law naked, naked, naked."

With the sexual fantasy of seeing her reach around her back to unhook her bra, I imagined her tits every time I masturbated over the thoughts of her topless. Having never seen her tits, other than imagining her naked and other than seeing her in her bikini and seeing the sides of her breasts exposed, when she unhooked her bikini bra to allow me to rub sunscreen on her back, I've never seen much more than her cleavage in a down nightgown view and her bra in a down blouse view. I always wondered if her tits looked much like her daughter's tits, except not as high up.

Did they have the same big nipples? I wondered if her areolas were brown or pink? I needed to see her tits to know. I needed to see her tits, so that I could imagine them, every time I masturbated over the thoughts of having sex with her. If nothing else, if I could only see her tits, I'd be a happy man.

I held my breath and stroked my cock faster imagining her removing her panty to expose her ass and pussy. I needed to know, is she trimmed, shaved, or bushy? Oh, my God, for a mature woman, she has an incredible ass. She has one of those Hollywood asses that plastic surgeons give their older actresses and that, until she turned around, judging her age by her ass, you'd think she was thirty years younger.

I'd love to see her panty clad ass, while imagining feeling her ass through her panty. I'd love to see her naked ass, while imagining feeling her ass, squeezing her ass, spanking her ass, and fucking her ass. I wonder if she ever took it up the ass.

"Oh, God, I'd love to tap that ass, while reaching around to fondle her big breasts and finger her nipples."

A sexual fantasy come true, I was hoping to, finally, see my wife's mother naked, naked, naked, or at least topless and in her panty. A long shot, but another sexual fantasy come true, I was hoping to have sex with Diane. Only, it's one thing to think about having sex with my mother-in-law and quite another thing to actually have sex with my mother-in-law.

There are so many other ramifications and repercussions to consider. Unless I was in the process of divorcing my wife, a line that should never be crossed, once I had sex with my wife's mother, once I even tried to have sex with my mother-in-law, the grandmother of my future children, nothing would ever be the same and everything would change, forever. Did I dare risk losing my wife over having sex with her mother? If the answer was the same when I was sober and relaxed as it is now that I'm drunk and horny, then, absolutely. Yeah, for sure, I'd risk everything, Jennifer and my marriage to have sex with Diane.

I'd never be able to keep that I had sex with her mother from my wife. Somehow she'd know. Women always know the lying and cheating dogs that men are. Sadly, no woman is safe from us, if not our own mothers and sisters, especially not our wives' mothers, our mothers-in-law, and especially our wives sisters. If my wife had a sister, I'd be trying to see her naked, too, no doubt, while imagining having sex with her. After I saw my mother-in-law naked and if I was to have sex with her, too, from then on, my relationship with my mother-in-law would always be filled with as much sexual excitement as guilt over having seen her naked and, if it was to ever happen, after having sex with her.

One step at a time, needing to see her naked first, if I could, before pondering the possibility of having sex with her, did I dare have sex with my mother-in-law? Am I so incestuous insane to dare have sex with my wife's mother? How depraved am I to even think such thoughts? Besides, how would I even go about having sex with my mother-in-law? I'm actually mad hiding in her closet, while hoping to see her naked. For me to even consider the next step in having sex with my mother-in-law is just total madness.

For me to get away with it, without doubt, she'd have to make the first move. Even then, it would have to be a mutual thing with her wanting to have sex with me as much as I want to have sex with her. A very discreet and special relationship, if I was to stay married to her daughter, sex with her mother would have to be consensual, not forced, and not even coerced. It would have to be our dirty, little secret.

Still, I wonder what she's like in bed. I wonder if she talks dirty. I'd love to talk dirty to my mother-in-law. I'd love to hear her talk about my cock, before taking me in her hand and then in her mouth. I'd love to hear the sounds she'd make, when she had an orgasm. I'd love to feel her legs wrapped around my back, while I fucked her, really fucked her. I'd love to shoot a load of cum in her pussy and another one in her mouth.

With both of us being a little bit drunk tonight, I don't see how having sex with one another would work. Then, again, with both of us being a little bit drunk tonight, able to blame it all on the alcohol, maybe this is our perfect opportunity to explore one another's naked bodies. Oh, yeah, I could see how having sex with one another would work.

Our little secret, if my peeping plan worked as I hoped it would, Jennifer must never know that I saw her mother naked, never mind had sex with her mother, if my perfect plan was to go that far. She'd go ballistic if she knew I was lusting over her mother in the way that I should be lusting over her. For sure, she'd throw me out of the house, if she knew I fucked her mother.

While standing in the hall stroking my cock and waiting for my mother-in-law to come to bed, I wondered, what would it feel like to hold her tit in my hand? What would it feel like to finger and to suck her nipples, while she fondled and stroked my cock? What would it feel like to fuck my mother-in-law, really slam my big, hard cock in her warm, wet pussy, and her hot, shapely body in the mattress?

Would she be as excited as I am? Would she cum, as I surely would? Would she scream my name and tell me she loves me? With our sexual antics hidden from my wife and a total embarrassment for her daughter to find out, forever able to coerce my mother-in-law and blackmail her to continue to have sex with me, would she forever be my sexual slave, my sexy sex kitten, and my red hot fuck buddy?

Consumed with incestuous lust, panicked with worry, and sweating with fear, my need to see my sexy mother-in-law naked overshadowed my sense of decency, negated my commonsense, and vetoed my consternation of being caught. I didn't care about the consequences later of my desperately despicable actions now. If my wife caught me spying on her mother undressing, no doubt, she'd call me nasty, along with a few other choice words, after she treated herself to a shopping spree with my credit cards and before she contacted a divorce attorney.

Would she tell her mother I watched her strip naked? I didn't care. Yet, with Diane knowing I saw her naked, it excited me that she'd know that I saw her naked. Would Diane be excited that I lusted over her enough to hide in her closet to watch her strip naked? Would she masturbate over the thoughts of me having seen her naked, in the way that I'd, no doubt, masturbate with the memory of having seen her naked?

What would Diane's reaction be to know that I was interested in her enough to peep on her? I didn't know. How would she react to me seeing her naked. I didn't know. Yet, as if I had tunnel vision, myopically focused on just one thing, and caught up in the incestuous excitement of the real possibility of seeing my mother-in-law naked, everything else didn't matter. I didn't care if my wife caught me looking, I needed to see her mother naked, naked, naked.

Stealthily, as if an Indian sneaking up on a white man to scalp him, quietly, yet quickly, as if I was on a sliding conveyer belt, I moved from the guest bedroom to the master bedroom. I listened at the master bedroom door to make sure Jennifer, was still asleep and, once hearing her snoring, I stuck my head over the railing to listen for Diane downstairs. With the excited sexual anticipation of a testosterone filled, young adult male peeping on his mother undressing and stealing peaks of his sister stripping naked, too, an understatement, after having already watched my mother and my sister strip naked, anxiously waiting for Diane to come to bed, I listened for the expected arrival of my mother-in-law with the hopes that she'd strip naked, too.

"Where is she? What the Hell is she doing down there? What's taking her so long? Just come to bed already, so that I can watch you undress from inside your closet."

With my drunken wife asleep on the far side of the house and my drunken mother-in-law picking up the kitchen downstairs, hoping not to be caught between a rock and a hard place, hoping not to be detected and my intentions deduced, I stood in the hall between the master bedroom and the guest bedroom quietly listening and impatiently waiting for Diane to appear. What in the Hell my mother-in-law was doing downstairs, I had no idea. Why is she was taking so long to come to bed? I didn't know. Taking too long for my peeping show to happen, being so exposed and with so much that could go wrong, scared enough to change my mind, but excited enough not to, I anxiously waited for her to come to bed.

Supposed to be in bed sleeping with Jennifer, with everything so quiet, fearing detection, I dare not move. I dare not cough, sneeze, fart, or make a sound. Fearing my sexual intentions would be discovered by my wife and/or by her mother, fearing my peeping plan would be ruined and I'd never have another opportunity to see my mother-in-law naked, I dare not breathe. Wishing I had a pair of security cameras, one to watch the movements of my mother-in-law downstairs and one to see if my wife was still asleep, where is she? What is she doing down there?

"Just come to be already."

Then, I wondered, did she fall asleep downstairs? Is she passed out drunk on the couch? I imagined her sleeping on the sofa with her skirt bunched up around her waist and her panties so exposed. I imagined creeping downstairs and watching her sleep and, as soon as I saw her, wanting to touch her, feel her, and grope her, but daring not leave my second floor perch for fear of detection, I didn't want to ruin my potential, perfect, peeping plan.

What if she's unconscious downstairs? What if I'm missing my best opportunity to touch her, to feel her, and to undress her? What if she's not unconscious but downstairs waiting for me to come to her? Away from the prying eyes and the supersensitive hearing of my wife, yeah, of course, that's it. What if she's purposely downstairs waiting for me to come to her? I don't know. Do I dare take the chance of ruining my peeping plan to go downstairs to see if she's sleeping on the couch or waiting for me to come to her?

What if she's so far gone drunk that she has no idea where she is or what anyone does to her? I could touch her, feel her, strip her naked, and stick my cock in her hand, before sticking my cock in her mouth? Because of her drunkenness, what if she'd never know what I did to her unconscious body? Nah, I'd rather have a willing sex partner than one that was dead drunk.

Yet, what if she used the pretense of drunkenness to suck my cock? What if pretending to be drunker than she is, is her perfect plan to have sex with me? Still, no matter the pretenses, for my incestuous lustful plan to work, I need her to want me, as much as I want her.

Yet, because she was taking so very long to come upstairs, after my wife went to bed, I couldn't help but think that she was downstairs waiting for me. What if she willingly wants to have sex with me and is waiting for me to have sex with her? Oh, my God, that's so incredibly exciting to imagine that my mother-in-law wants me, as much as I want her.

Dreaming of someone else, would my mother-in-law give me, her son-in-law, a drunken hand job? Would she give me a drunken blowjob, while pretending that I was someone else and knowing it was me, her daughter's husband? Or would she be wildly angry and screaming that I touched her and tried to have sex with her. Now wondering all of these things, having sex with my mother-in-law taking the place of peeping on my mother-in-law, I didn't know what to do. An overload of incestuous sexuality, I just didn't know what I should do or not do.

Debating if I should sneak downstairs, stay where I was, or just call it a night and go to bed, panicked fear froze me with inaction and indecision. Still so very horny, I couldn't move. Not wanting to lose my erection, not wanting to ruin my peeping opportunity or my chance to have sex with my mother-in-law downstairs, I fingered my exposed cock with the thoughts of, at the very least, exposing myself to my mother-in-law. If I couldn't see her naked, if I didn't dare try to have sex with her, then the least I'd do is show her my prick.

Crazed enough to remove my pajama bottoms, I imagined walking downstairs naked and seeing my mother-in-law asleep on the couch. On the pretense of gently and slowly waking her, leaning over her with my exposed cock nearly touching her lips, I'd touch her in places where no son-in-law should ever touch his mother-in-law. Then, without any further consternation, she made my decision with a crash, a thud, a bang, and a laugh. I heard the raucous downstairs, before I saw the kitchen light go off, the hall light come on, and heard my MILF of a mother-in-law, Diane, finally climbing the stairs to come to bed.

"Oh, my God. About frigging time," I mumbled to myself, after looking at my watch. It was after 2am.

Quickly and quietly, I tiptoed from the hall to the guest bedroom to hide in her closet again, before she rounded the second floor stairs. Having just vacuumed the wall to wall carpeting earlier in the day, hoping she wasn't sober enough to notice them, I quickly erased the dozens of my newly created footprints in the deep plush pile with my bare feet, as I walked from the hall to her room.

In celebration of Halloween, our favorite holiday, the three of us had attended a masquerade party together and had a bit too much to drink. Not wanting to be drunk at a time like this, I wanted to be lucid enough to see and sober enough to remember seeing my mother-in-law stripping naked. Drinking much less than my wife and mother-in-law, not wanting the alcohol interfering with my libido, I needed to be hard enough to still be able to perform, should one thing lead to another. Even though I was hoping to see some drunken up skirt flashes and down blouse views of my mother-in-law, I refrained from joining them for a nightcap downstairs. Instead, I excused myself on the pretense that I was drunk, tired, and needed to go to bed.

Incessantly yawning, I wanted them to think that I was sleepy. Slumped to the side on the couch downstairs with my eyes closed, I wanted them to think that I was drunker than I was. I knew my wife wouldn't be upstairs for a while and would continue drinking until she was nearly unconscious. I knew my mother-in-law, as drunk as she was, would feel compelled to keep her daughter company and then pick up the kitchen, after Jennifer went to bed.

Then, with me in bed pretending to be sleeping, my plan was to wait for Jennifer to come to bed and pass out. Finally, with the coast clear, I'd be free to get up to peep on Diane. Hoping to get them both drunk at the Halloween dance, I spent all the money I had buying drinks for my wife and mother-in-law, while nursing mine. Having a good time groping my mother-in-law, I spent more time on the dance floor dancing with my mother-in-law than I did drinking.

Excited by the sexual anticipation of Diane coming up to her room, so nervous that I didn't know what I was doing, my heart pounded and my pulse raced. A huge risk that could lead to a major embarrassment and/or even a divorce, I was taking a desperate chance by doing what I was about to do in hiding in the closet to peep on Jennifer's mother, but I was so horny. I was so out of my mind with incestuous lust for my mother-in-law and in the way that I felt right now, I didn't consider all that I had to lose by doing what I was doing, until after I did it. Even if I did realize all that I stood to lose, I didn't care. Right now, in my somewhat inebriated condition, the chance of finally seeing my mother-in-law naked was well worth the possibility of enraging my wife, embarrassing her mother, ruining my reputation, and ending our marriage.

"Naked, naked, naked, I was finally going to see Diane, my mother-in-law, my wife's mother, the woman I've been lusting over, since the first day I met her, naked."

I know it's wrong, willing to admit it, I'm guilty for wanting to cheat on my wife with her mother but, from the first time my wife showed me a photo of her mother, a woman who resembled a much younger version of Ava Gabor, I had always wanted to see my mother-in-law's tits, ass, and pussy. I had always wanted to see my mother-in-law naked. I had always wanted to have sex with my mother-in-law. She's such a sexy tease and a true exhibitionist. Masturbating in bed over the horny thoughts of Diane's naked body every night, after Jennifer falls asleep, I couldn't count the number of times I've masturbated over the thoughts of having sex with my mother-in-law.

Right from the first day I met her, I couldn't count how many up skirt peeks and down blouse views she gave me accidentally or on purpose. Whether by accident or on purpose, I didn't care, so long as I was seeing something of Jennifer's mother that I shouldn't and wasn't supposed to see. She was always flashing me her bright, white panties and/or her sexy bra. For me, it's just as exciting seeing a women in her bra and panty, as it is seeing a woman naked. A perfect match, with me being the voyeur that I am, how nice to have a mother-in-law who's an exhibitionist.

After she tidied up the kitchen and completed all that she had to do in the guest bathroom, before coming to bed, finally, she was now in her bedroom walking around in the dark and bumping into things, laughing, and singing to herself. So very different from her bitchy daughter, at least she was a happy drunk and not a mean one. Too uptight, I wish Jennifer was more like her mother, personable, fun, sexy, and a tease. I wish Jennifer would purposely flash someone her panties and/or bra, so that we could have some hot pillow talk about it later. I wish Jennifer would have sex with someone other than me, one of my friends, to give me license to have sex with one of her friends or with, good God, her mother.

While staring at and watching Diane through the louvered closet doors move about the bedroom, it was then that I realized the extent of what I was doing. Forever changing our relationship from a family one to a sexual one, I was violating my mother-in-law's trust by spying on her. How could I do that to her? How could I do that to my wife? What kind of sick pervert am I to need to see my mother-in-law naked? Why can't I be satisfied with my wife, a younger version of my mother-in-law? Why must I lust over her mother, too? I'm only glad my wife didn't have sisters for me to lust over sister-in-laws.

If the shoe was on the other foot, if Jennifer was my daughter-in-law, instead of my wife and if Diane was my wife, instead of my mother-in-law, would I be incestuously lusting over Jennifer then in the way that I was lusting over her mother now? Probably. Yet, technically, not being blood related, between a son-in-law and mother-in-law and brother-in-law and sister-in-law, does incest even apply? Some may differ and others may agree, yet, no matter if it was my mother-in-law, my sister-in-law, or someone else that I was peeping on, I knew what I was doing in hiding in the guest bedroom and in my mother-in-law's closet was crossing the line of appropriate behavior and was so very wrong.

Even if I wasn't caught peeping on her, with all the guilt I had now and, no doubt, will have later, after seeing her naked, I ran the risk of ruining the relationship we had as son-in-law and mother-in-law. Once I saw her in her underwear, once I saw her tits, once I saw her naked, every day thereafter, whenever I saw my mother-in-law fully dressed, always undressing her with my eyes, I'd be thinking of her changing out of her clothes. Still, I didn't care. I had to, needed to, and so wanted to see Diane naked. Tired of masturbating over the imagined naked thoughts of her, I needed to see her in the flesh.

"I need to see her naked."

Forever and always, whenever I thought of her, I'd think of her standing there in her sexy bra and her bikini panties. Then, after I watched her remove her bra, I'd be thinking of her tits. Finally stripping naked, I'd think of her tits, her ass, and her pussy. With the naked memory of her naked body permanently etched in my brain, always, I'd think of her naked, whenever my hand stroked my cock. Nonetheless, even with all of those foreboding thoughts in my mind, nothing could dissuade me from trying to see my mother-in-law naked, naked, naked. If nothing else, needing new masturbation material, if only for the sake of fodder for the unadulterated pleasure of my continuing need to nightly masturbate over Jennifer's mother, I needed to see my mother-in-law naked.

Oh, oh, with my decision already made for me, when she entered the room, too late, unless I closed my eyes, with her in the guest bedroom and with me hiding in the closet, I was already past the point of no return. I couldn't come out of her closet now. How would I explain being in her closet?

Maybe she won't turn on the bedroom light. Maybe, by her not turning on the light, she'll save us both, me the excitement of seeing her naked body and she the embarrassment of having been seen naked by her son-in-law. Maybe she strip naked with her back to the closet. Maybe I'll only see her ass. Yet, an opportunity of a lifetime that I may never have again, leaving our fate up to the mere flick of a light switch and her deciding to face the closet or not, heads or tails, it was now or never. I hoped to God she flipped on that damn light switch and faced the closet door, while stripping naked.

Then, it happened. She turned on the light. As if she was a stripper on stage, I was ready for some hot action.

"Here we go. This is it. Show time! Take it off baby. Take it all off. Show me those fabulous tits. I've been waiting for this since forever. Show me your tits!"

With a rush of panicked incestuous excitement going through my head, I had a problem I never even considered. After seeing her in her bra and panty, after seeing her fabulous tits, and after seeing her naked, how do I get out of her closet without her seeing me? Do I wait, until she falls asleep? Do I wait for her to get up to go to the bathroom to pee? Do I sleep here all night? Do I walk out of the closet, once she's naked?

Slow down. Take it easy. Take a breath. One step at a time. Never good at chess, in the sexually excited state that I was in, I couldn't possibly plan that far ahead. Deciding to play that by ear, just wanting to live through anything to see her naked, I'll wait to see what happens.

Suddenly, feeling like the wicked son-in-law that I was, I felt guilty. I felt perverted. How would I feel if my brother-in-law peeped on my mother? How would I feel if my brother-in-law got my mother drunk in the hopes of taking advantage of my mother to have sex with her? How would I feel knowing my brother-in-law saw my Mom naked? How would I feel if my Mom took the opportunity to suck my brother-in-law's cock? I wondered how I'd feel if the shoe was on the other foot?

With my Mom not being a MILF in the way that Jennifer's Mom was, my brother-in-law lusting over my mother would never happen. Even if it did happen, I wouldn't care. In the horny state that I was in right now, I'd probably masturbate over my brother-in-law seeing my mother naked, while thinking of her giving him a blowjob and while wishing it was me seeing my mother naked and it was me receiving a blowjob from my Mom. Yet, just the same, what I was doing was wrong, perverted, and nasty. Only, with my mind filled with Diane's tits, ass, and pussy, no longer having a shred of sanity, respect, and common decency left, I didn't care.

She was a guest in my house and I was invading her privacy in the hopes of watching her undress. What's wrong with me? Why am I so deranged? With an Angel sitting on one shoulder and the Devil on the other, I ignored the Heavenly advice and decided to dance with the Devil. I remained hidden in the closet, while hoping she didn't extinguish the light.

Well beyond the point of no return, I didn't care about the repercussions of being caught. I didn't care if I was ruining our mother-in-law and son-in-law relationship. Fuck that shit. I didn't care. I didn't care if I was violating her trust. I didn't care if I was invading her privacy. I wanted to see Diane's tits, ass, and pussy. I wanted to see my MILF of a mother-in-law naked.

"Naked, naked, naked, just hurry up and take off your damn clothes already. Strip baby. Strip."

With my hand firmly around my cock and slowly stroking myself to a nice, hard erection, I needed to see her naked now, so that I could imagine her naked again later. A chance I may never have again, if I didn't grab the opportunity, I'd be kicking myself for the rest of my life. Every holiday, birthday, anniversary, Thanksgiving, and Christmas, every time we got together as a family, I'd always wonder what my mother-in-law looked like naked. Just as years from now, I'll be remembering seeing her naked, if I don't go through with this now, years from now, I'll still be wondering what she looks like naked.

While waiting for the both of them to get tired, she had been downstairs having one too many nightcaps with her daughter. Finally, slowly staggering up the stairs more than half an hour before her mother, Jennifer was out cold drunk and asleep in the far bedroom on the other side of the house. Waiting for Jennifer to start snoring, which was nearly as soon as her head hit the pillow, I quietly got up from bed and crept out of the bedroom. Listening for my mother-in-law downstairs, hoping my wife didn't wake up and find me gone, I was so nervous creeping in her bedroom and hiding in her closet, while waiting for her to come up to bed. Having the possibility of so much going wrong, the opportunity to see my mother-in-law naked was worth the price of being caught peeping.

After having impatiently listened to their inane drunken conversation and non-stop laughing, while waiting for my wife to come to bed and now for my mother-in-law to come to bed, I continued going back and forth from the master bedroom to check on my wife, to the hall to listen for my mother-in-law, and to the guest bedroom to hide in her closet. Already exhausted by the raw emotion, much like a deer caught in headlights, not wanting to be caught between rooms, just as I had done with my mother and my sister before, I was hoping that I could run and hide in the closet, before the arrival of my sexy mother-in-law. Finally, just in time to hide again, before she, too, came slowly staggering up the stairs, laughing and talking to herself, this was my perfect opportunity to watch my mother-in-law undress for bed.

"Oh, my God. Here we go, baby! Here we go. Show time!"

With the anticipation of her stripping naked, focused on seeing her naked body, all my worries and fears were forgotten. My wife? Jennifer who? Maybe next time I'll install a hidden camera. Only afraid she'd spot the camera, after she found one such camera hidden by her landlord in her apartment, I didn't want her to think of me as the pervert that she thought her landlord was, even though I was, too.

To encourage and justify my need to see my mother-in-law naked, I heard my wife talking about me to her mother. Normally, a wife complains to her mother about her husband, but Jennifer was talking to her mother about our sexual escapades in bed, as if she was talking to one of her girlfriends. Oh, my God. I couldn't believe what they were saying and all that I was hearing.

I listened to their raunchy conversation that was, inappropriately, all about my sexual peccadilloes. Certainly, had Jennifer not been as drunk, she never would have confessed the personal things she said to her mother about me. Certainly, had Diane not been as drunk, she never would have asked the personal things that she asked her daughter about me.

Hearing them discuss the personal details of my body, I felt so exposed. I felt so violated. I felt so very embarrassed knowing that Diane knew all my sexy secrets.

Nah. If I felt anything at all, I felt sexual excitement. I felt a sudden swell in my libido that coincided with the sudden surge in size of my cock. I just couldn't believe what I was hearing. Is sex what women talk about, even between mother about her son-in-law and a daughter about her husband?

Weirdly exciting, not believing they were talking about me and, more importantly, about my cock, I couldn't believe, the questions that my mother-in-law asked my wife.

"Is Jack circumcised, Jennifer?"

"Yes," said my wife.

"Just curious," she said with a sexy laugh. "How big is, Jack?"

"Oh, I don't know, Mom," said Jennifer with a chuckle. "I never measured his cock but, believe me, he's bigger than average. His cock is the biggest cock I ever had in my mouth," she said with a dirty laugh. "He has a much bigger cock than Daddy's cock."

"You saw your father's cock?"

"Sure, lots of times?"

"When?"

"Daddy was always walking around naked and exposing himself to me and flashing me his dick. Maybe he was hoping I'd give him a hand job or fall to my knees and blow him," she said with a sad, little laugh.

I can't believe Jennifer's Dad exposed his cock to her. Holy shit. Wow. Now there's a story for another time. Now that I knew she did, maybe if I ask her if she ever saw her father's cock, she'll give me some hot pillow talk about it.

"I'm sorry you had to be witness to that, Jen," said Diane. "Your father was a serial masturbator. Apparently, I couldn't give him enough sex. Staying up late, instead of coming to bed, he was always surfing the net for porn, while masturbating.

"Jack masturbates every night, too?"

"Pardon?"

"Jack, your son-in-law, he masturbates every night in bed. He thinks I'm sleeping, but I listen to him jerking off."

"Jack masturbates every night? Really? I don't believe you. I wouldn't think someone who is as good looking as he is would feel the need to masturbate."

Gees, she thinks I'm good looking. If she only knew that I masturbate every night with the thoughts of having sex with her. If she only knew how hot I am for her body.

"He does. Every night, as soon as he thinks, I'm sleeping, I hear him and feel him shaking the bed masturbating. He's such a horny guy."

"Why does he feel the need to masturbate? Don't you give him enough sex? I always gave your father sex whenever he wanted sex. I never said no to the man. Still, always so very horny and not nearly enough for him, I wasn't who he wanted. He wanted a much younger women. No doubt, after finding out that he exposed himself to you, he wanted you, his daughter."

"Eww, thinking that Daddy wanted to have sex with me, is sick, albeit a little exciting," she said with a dirty laugh. "It's a good thing he didn't catch me drunk and horny or I just may have given him that hand job or blowjob," said Jennifer.

"So, getting back to Jack. Don't you give him enough sex? Is he not good in bed?"

"Ma, gees, are you kidding me? He's the best lover I ever had and I have sex with Jack nearly every day, sometimes twice a day. Unfortunately, the man is insatiable. He's a fucking fuck machine. I can't give him enough sex to please him."

"What does he masturbate about, then?"

"I have no idea, probably over the thoughts of having sex with you," said Jennifer to her mother. "He thinks you're hot," she said with a laugh. "Maybe you should have sex with him."

"He does? He thinks I'm hot? Me? I hardly think that I'd be the reason why your husband masturbates so often. Me have sex with my son-in-law? That's gross. That's nasty, albeit a bit exciting to think of me having sex with my son-in-law. Yet, honestly, what would Jack want with an old broad like me? I'm nearly fifty, I mean, 45-years-old."

"Mom, you were fifty-two-years-old last year," said Jennifer with a laugh.

I couldn't believe their drunken conversation. More unbelievable is when Jennifer answered her mother's insanely inane and incestuous questions about my cock. Is there no privacy, modesty, and shame, even between mother and daughter and mother-in-law and son-in-law? Have they no decorum? What happened to decency and modesty? Does no one have any respect anymore for anything? Where are their morals?

With me hiding in my mother-in-law's bedroom closet, while waiting for her to strip naked, it was strange for me to feel so violated and/or embarrassed, when in truth, I wasn't. Torn between feeling embarrassed and excited, truth be told, I wouldn't mind showing Diane my cock, if the opportunity ever presented itself. Truth be told, I wouldn't mind Diane stroking my cock to measure how big I was. Truth be told, I wouldn't mind Diane taking my cock in her mouth and sucking me.

"Wanna see how big my cock gets, Diane? Go ahead, touch it, feel it, hold it in your hand, and stroke it, before taking it in your mouth to suck it. May I feel your big tits? Go ahead, you may stroke me, while I feel your tits. Yeah, that's right, Mom, stroke my cock, while I fondle your big breasts. I'll tell you what. Why not take a closer look at my cock? Yeah, that's it, get on your knees, so that you can see my cock better. That's right, take me in your mouth and suck it, Diane. Suck my cock."

I couldn't believe all that went through my mind, while listening to my wife tell her mother about my cock. Both hard liquor drinkers, maybe after I see her mother naked, maybe next time, when Jennifer is drunk again, I'll invite my friends to watch her strip from inside my closet. Both slutty exhibitionists, like sexy daughter like MILF of a mother-in-law, besides the twenty year difference in their ages, the only thing that separated them was that Jennifer couldn't hold her alcohol.

Showing more skin than wearing clothes, both my wife and mother-in-law dressed as sexy strippers for the Halloween masquerade party. Oh, my God, with so much of their tits exposed, their costumes were outrageous. So unlike Jennifer to expose so much of her hot body to all the men in attendance, had she not been drinking, had she not been in some weird competition with her mother to show who was hotter and which one had a better body, Jennifer never would have chosen such a revealing costume to wear.

All they needed to complete the illusion that they were real strippers was a big, hard pole between their legs. After having already given my wife one that morning, I was hoping to give my mother-in-law one tonight, too. What began just as a fun Halloween Masquerade party, had morphed into me purposely getting them drunk in the hopes of seeing more of Diane's hot body, by hiding in her closet. Then, just as the hope of seeing my mother-in-law strip naked, before she passed out drunk, my sexual intentions had now morphed into hoping to touch her, feel her, and have sex with her. An endless sexual adventure, my passion for my mother-in-law is an all consuming one.

I watched men dancing cheek to cheek with my wife and touching her, feeling her, and groping her, where no man should ever touch another man's wife. What's good for the gander is good for the goose and I'm not embarrassed to admit that it excited me to watch men squeezing my wife's ass, while feeling her big tits. Hoping to use that as ammunition, hoping to use my drunkenness, as an excuse, too, should I be caught ogling my mother-in-law, in the way that my wife would, no doubt, use her drunkenness as an excuse for allowing men to grope her, getting them both drunk and horny was all part of my incestuous plan.

Having gotten too excited watching all the horny men dance with and grope my wife and then do the same to Diane, figuring she'd allow me to grope her, too, I got my turn to touch and feel her where no son-in-law should ever touch and feel his mother-in-law, when I slow danced with her on the dance floor. Encouraged by my drunken wife to show her lonely mother a good time, I took that as my green light to press and rub my hard body against my firm mother-in-law. Inspired by watching my wife close dancing with so many men, while allowing herself to be felt up by them all, I took her abhorrent sexual behavior as my implied permission to cop cheep feels of my mother-in-law's round ass and big breasts.

Figuring she was just too drunk to care, surprised, shocked actually, I couldn't believe my mother-in-law allowed me to feel her ass and fondle the sides of her breasts. Waiting for her to swat my hand away, when she didn't, I took that as a green light to feel more of her longer, before squeezing her ass. Then, when she didn't object to that either, I danced with both of my hands cupping her round, firm ass cheeks, before reaching around to grab a handful of her big tit.

Was she so drunk that she didn't know her son-in-law was taking liberties with her ass and feeling her tits? Did she imagine that I was someone else? Or was she aroused that it was me, her son-in-law, groping her sexy body?

Feeling encouraged by getting away with feeling and squeezing her ass, I started feeling more of the sides of her breasts with the heel of my palms. Then, I took my whole hand and moved it to the front of her, while touching, feeling, fondling, and squeezing her big tits. Was she drunk enough not to know that I just grabbed and groped her breast or was she drunk enough not to care that I grabbed and groped her breast?

Oh, my God. I so wanted to lift up the back of her skirt and expose her panty clad ass to everyone on the dance floor. I so wanted to feel her ass through her panties, but this wasn't a swingers' Halloween masquerade ball. This was a local dance at the Elks. I needed to be mindful of my environment and somewhat discreet.

Never have I had such an erotic time slow dancing with anyone, as I had slow dancing with, of all women, my sexy mother-in-law. Even though I wanted to, for fear she'd swat my hand away, slap my face, and spoil my fun, just as I didn't dare reach down under her skirt and feel her between her legs, I didn't dare finger her erect nipples. Oh, yeah, her headlights were at high beam, alright. Was she cold or was she aroused? It's a good thing we took a cab to the dance and decided not to drive home because between my drinking and the horny mood I was in, I was in no condition to drive a car.

With my wife sitting next to her mother and slumped to the side asleep in the back of the cab and with me sitting next to my drunken mother-in-law, I acted as if Jennifer wasn't even there with us. I acted as if my mother-in-law was my wife, my date, my girlfriend, and/or my lover. I used the opportunity of my wife's drunken unconsciousness and my mother-in-law's obvious inebriation to make out with Diane. At first our kisses were just innocent pecks, fun and friendly kisses, before turning into long, deep probing, passionate French kisses, when I parted her lips with my tongue. I couldn't believe I was French kissing my mother-in-law. I couldn't believe my mother-in-law was returning my kisses and French kissing me. Encouraged by her returning my kisses, I decided to try for more.

With a hand feeling her abundant breast, I moved my other hand to her thigh, while gradually and stealthily lifting the hem of her skirt with my fingers. Did she know I was lifting her skirt? Did she know her thigh was now so exposed? Did she know in just a few inches more and, in plain view, I'd see her bright white panty? With her skirt nearly up to her crotch now, I lightly put my hand between her legs and cupped her panty clad pussy. She gasped, before kissing me more passionately. I couldn't believe I was feeling my mother-in-law between her legs. I couldn't believe my mother-in-law was allowing me to feel her between her legs.

Moving my finger around, I slowly and ever so lightly fingered her pussy slit through her panty. Just as I could feel the indentation of her pussy slit, I could feel her pubic hair through her panty, too. The sexual connotation that I was feeling my mother-in-law's pussy through her panty was the most sexually exciting thing I've ever done. Then, move firmly, I pressed my finger against her clit through her panty and pressing my finger harder, rubbed her bean through her panty.

Continually sticking my tongue in my mother-in-law's mouth, I moved my hand from in between her legs to her breasts and felt her big, hard nipples through her blouse and bra. Never have I been so sexually excited. Now, no doubt, fully aroused, she returned my passion, when she felt my growing cock through my pants, while kissing and kissing me. Never have I wanted to have sex with Jennifer's mother in the way that I wanted to have sex with her now. Better than any sexual fantasy I've ever had about anyone, I couldn't believe I was making out and feeling up my mother-in-law, while she fondled my cock through my pants.

Was she so drunk that she didn't know it was me, her son-in-law, that she was kissing? Was she so aroused that she didn't care? Did she know that I had lifted her skirt high enough to touch her bright, white panties between her legs, before fingering her panty clad pussy slit, while rubbing her clit and pushing down on her bean? Did she know that I was feeling her tit, fingering her nipple? Was I getting her so aroused that she didn't care that I was feeling her pussy through her panties and her tits through her blouse and bra? Was I getting her so sexually excited that she didn't care that she was feeling her son-in-law's cock through his pants. Was she too drunk to know that it was her son-in-law feeling her up and her son-in-law's cock that she was feeling?

Finally, home and ready for some real, hard humping and deep probing action, when the music that abruptly stopped announced that the Halloween party was officially over and after the long, cab ride home ended, I was hoping to continue where we had left off on the dance floor and in the cab. While waiting for her to undress, I watched my mother-in-law stumble around the bedroom. After being unmercifully teased by her all evening long, a long time coming, I was so very sexually aroused. I couldn't wait to watch her strip out of her clothes.

A sexual fantasy come true, I couldn't wait to watch her unbutton her sheer blouse and unzip her short skirt that had a long, revealing slit in the front. I couldn't wait to see her in her panty and bra. I couldn't wait to see her naked. After having flashed me her sexy bra and panties all night long, before allowing me to feel her body on the dance floor, I couldn't wait to get an up close and personal view of her voluptuous, naked body.

"That's right baby. Take it off. Take it all off. Show me your tits. I need to see your big breasts."

After masquerading as a stripper all night and now hoping to continue to play the part by stripping naked in front of my eyes, now was her chance to make all my sexy dreams come true. I couldn't wait to watch her undress. I couldn't wait to see her in her bra and panty. I couldn't wait to see her topless and to finally see her big breasts, areolas, and nipples. I couldn't wait to see her naked. Always wondering if she was shaved, trimmed, or bushy, I couldn't wait to finally see her pussy and her ass. I couldn't wait, I couldn't wait, I couldn't wait.

I wondered if she masturbated? Doesn't everyone? I wondered if she masturbated over me? Doesn't everyone? I wondered what she said and did when she had an orgasm. Hoping to find out, was she just as violently vocal, as was her daughter or was she more respectfully repressed and reserved because she was older?

A long time coming, after imagining her stripping naked, I imagined her lying on her bed and facing the closet with her legs spread. I wondered, being that she had been drinking, if she'd give me even more of a show and touch herself. I imagined her hand fingering her nipple and a finger titillating her pussy. I'd love to watch her masturbate herself, while thinking of me, before going to bed. Then, just as she was she started moaning, just as she was about to cum, I imagined myself stepping from the closet to give her a slow hand, a long tongue, and a hard cock.

"Wow!"

I was so nervous. I was so excited. Unable to take the next step for fear that she'd reject me, I figured I'd wait to see what transpired, once she removed her clothes. If she only knew I was in her closet watching her, what would she think? What would she say? What would she do?

Then, I wondered, just as I suspected my mother and sister knew that I watched them undress, while hiding in the closet, I wondered if she knew that I was in the closet watching her strip naked, too? Would she stop undressing and quickly cover herself? Would she open the closet door and confront me? Would she scream and run from the room? Would she tell her daughter, my wife, that I peeped on her?

Maybe she wouldn't care that I watched her undress. Maybe she wouldn't care that I saw her naked. Maybe, knowing I was in the closet watching her, it would turn her on knowing that I watched her undress and saw her naked, naked, naked. Once naked, maybe she'd invite me to have sex with her. Or maybe she'd pretend that she didn't know I was in the closet watching her. Maybe she'd use that as her chance to tease me. Maybe, she'd masturbate herself and use that as her opportunity to play along, too, and show me all that I so wanted and needed to see of her sexy body.

"Oh, my God. I'm so excited that I'm shaking."

Trembling with sexual excitement, I'm quivering with the anticipation of finally seeing my MILF of a mother-in-law naked, naked, naked. This is it. Oh, yeah, trick or treat alright. I love Halloween.

Now determined to do the dirty deed, after waiting so very long for her in her closet to come to bed, instead of just watching her strip naked, I long since decided that, one way or another, I was going to have my wicked way with my MILF of a mother-in-law on Halloween night. Oh, yeah, after she stripped naked I was going to have sex with her. Definitely, after she sucked me, I was going to fuck Diane.

"Trick or treat. Here's something good and hard to eat. First you suck and then we'll fuck."

Once she finally stripped naked, just as I took and she allowed me to take so many inappropriate liberties with her hot body on the dance floor, I wondered what she'd think of me touching her, feeling her, and having sex with her, now that we're home alone with one another. Would she think it was a still part of the Halloween dance? Would she take it as more of a treat than a trick? Would she think of me as the pervert that I am for hiding in the closet and watching her undress or would she consider me the lover that I want and needed to be?

Always home, except for working her job and going out food shopping, not taking up with another man, Jennifer shared her mother's confession with me that she hasn't had sex, since my father-in-law left her for a younger woman. Based on her confession of not having sex in a while, I couldn't help but wonder if she was horny. I couldn't help but wonder how she'd be in bed.

Would she be afraid and resistant or would she embrace the opportunity to suck and fuck a big, hard cock? Is she as excited over having sex with her son-in-law, as I'm excited over the prospect of having sex with my mother-in-law? Would she want me, as much as I want her? I'd soon know.

A mature woman from a different generation, I wondered if she sucked cock. I wondered if she'd allow me to cum in her mouth. I wondered if she swallowed. I wondered if she'd wrap her legs around my back and scream in pleasure, while I banged her pussy and gave her an orgasm.

Hidden behind her hanging clothes, so long as she didn't turn off the light, no matter where she was in the room, the louvers of the closet doors were opened just enough to give me a good look of what she was doing without her seeing me. With her pale blue, sexy nightgown, my favorite nightgown that she owns, already laid out on the bed, I knew she wouldn't be going in her closet. She was drunk, but not drunk enough to know what she was doing. Certainly, she wasn't drunk enough not to want to have sex. Like mother like daughter, her daughter drank too much, too.

My original plan was just to watch her undress. Then, after waiting so long for her to come to bed, a change of plan, instead of peeping at her from inside the closet, instead of just watching her undress, my plan now was to come up from behind her, as soon as she entered her bedroom. With one hand across her mouth, my other hand would feel her big tits, before unbuttoning her blouse to feel her big breasts and finger her nipples through her bra.

To let her immediately know my intention, I imagined raising her skirt high enough to reach around between her legs to cup her panty clad pussy. Only, what if she screamed? What if she resisted? What if she didn't know it was me and thought that I was an intruder and/or a rapist? What if she fought me? What if she or I got hurt in the ensuing struggle? What if Jennifer woke up and thought I was hurting her mother?

Then, more erotically exciting, I thought of a new plan that incorporated my first plan, the plan that I liked so much better than the new plan. Now that she's about to undress herself, something that I won't have to struggle to do, I'll wait until she strips naked. Then, I'll play it by ear, while watching her. Maybe, by her actions, she'll give me a hint, what I should do next. Only, should I take her when she's naked or should I wait until she puts on her sexy nightgown? I won't know, until later, when it happens, as it happens, and if it happens.

Ever since she welcomed me in the family 5-years-ago, I wanted to feel my mother-in-law's tits, ass, and pussy through her nightgown. Since the first day I met her, when she opened the front door wearing only her transparent nightgown, practically naked in front of her daughter and in front of me, I wanted to see her naked. Having no shred of modesty, her daughter's boyfriend, then, she teased me by walking around in front of me in her sheer, sexy nightgown without having the decency to put on a bathrobe. As provocative exciting, as it was sexually frustrating, had I not been with Jennifer, I would have fucked her mother right then and there.

Whenever I came to visit Jennifer on the weekend, whether in the morning, afternoon, or evening, her mother was always in her sheer, low cut, and sexy nightgown. Jennifer said her Mom was depressed and lonely and, unless she had someplace to go, didn't get dressed, but I figured she was more an exhibitionist and just horny. As if she was naked, whenever she stood in front of the big bay window in the early morning with the sunlight streaming through the glass or leaned into the refrigerator at night with all the lights off, I could clearly see her body, as if she was naked. Tired of masturbating over the thoughts of having sex with Diane, tonight was the night.

Quickly I donned the mask that I wore at the Halloween masquerade ball. Feeling ridiculous wearing a mask, looking much like a lone ranger impersonator without the white hat, I knew she'd recognize me, as her silly son-in-law. Yet, just in case she needed the mask to go all the way with me, the Halloween mask may be just the pretense enough she needs for her to pretend that she didn't know it was me, her son-in-law, stepping from the closet.

Using Halloween as part of my perfect plan, it was the charade I needed to get away with what I wanted and was about to do. After groping her on the dance floor, after making out with her in the cab, and after overhearing her sexual conversation about me with my wife, I suspected she'd go along with anything that I wanted to do to her naked body. After watching her strip naked, figuring she'd suspect that I was in the closet watching her, just as my mother and sister no doubt knew, I was hoping she'd do everything that I'd want her to do to my naked body.

Ever since I met her, I always wanted to have sex with not only my wife but also with her MILF of a mother. Facing the closet, while looking in her full-length mirror that was position just off to the side, I watched her mindlessly unbutton her blouse, while singing a melody of songs that we bump and grinded to on the dance floor. Was she thinking of me rubbing my erection against her? Was she thinking of me feeling and squeezing her ass, before cupping her big breast in my hand? Was she thinking of me French kissing her in the cab? Was she thinking of feeling my cock through my pants? Was she thinking of sucking me and fucking me? It excited me to think she was.

As if staring at a stripper on stage, I watched her unbuttoning her blouse.

"Oh, my God. This is it. This is finally it. Finally, I'm going to see my mother-in-law's big tits."

Watching what each unbuttoned button revealed, before watching her slowly unbutton the next one, I stroked my cock faster. Then, when all her buttons were unbuttoned, I watched her slowly remove her blouse and toss it to the floor.

"Oh, my God, she's in her bra and I can see her, big brown nipples through the sheer fabric."

I figured, she'd take the time to hang up her blouse or take the second to put it in the dirty laundry hamper but, obviously, she was too drunk to even think to do that. I figured, after removing her blouse, she'd immediately remove her skirt. Yet, standing there in her sexy bra and skirt, I watched her look down at her bra clad breasts and lift them up with two hands, as if offering them to me, before looking up and staring at the closet.

What is she doing? Does she know I'm in the closet watching her? Then, while cupping her breasts, slowly and rhythmically, she started to dance. Oh, my God, it's so hot to watch a woman dance, while wearing just a skirt and bra and to know that the woman dancing is my mother-in-law makes it even more hotter. Was she thinking of me feeling her tits, while squeezing her ass, rubbing my cock up against her, and dancing with her?

"Wow."

Then, as if I was orchestrating her movements, as if I was telling her what to do, she took her finger, stuck it in her mouth, pulled it out, and traced her nipple through her bra, while staring up at the closet door. Then, she did the same with her other nipple. Are you kidding me? I don't believe this. For her to give me such an erotic show, she must know that I'm hiding in the closet watching her.

"Oh, my God, what the Hell is that about? Maybe this is what she does, before she masturbates. She's such a sexy bitch. I wish her daughter was as sexy as her mother."

I watched her unbutton and unzip her short, tight skirt and when she did, she turned to face the other way. As if a stripper on stage, as if doing what she needed to do to insure bigger tips, wiggling her ass and bending forward, I watched her slowly remove her skirt. With each wiggle of her ass and with each tug and pull of her skirt, I saw more and more of her panty clad ass, until she was standing there in her, bright, white bikini underwear.

"God, how I so want to fuck this woman. I so want to sexually take advantage of my mother-in-law. I need to stick my cock in her mouth, before plunging it in her pussy and humping her with all the passion of a sailor on shore leave, after being at sea for too long."

Knowing she would, but still shocked that she did, still facing the other direction, I watched her reach around behind herself and unhook her bra. Then, with her bra still on and held up by her hands, she turned to face me hiding in the closet again.

"You've got to be kidding me. She must know I'm hiding in the closet, but how could she? How could she not know, but with her eyes closed, maybe she's just fantasizing about giving me a personal striptease show."

She can't see me standing behind her clothes. I made sure of that. Before hiding in the closet, I've already looked through the louvers to see what she could see. Unless the closet light was on, I couldn't see anything.

Maybe she's playing the stripper that she pretended to be at the Halloween masquerade ball. Maybe she always wanted to be a stripper. Maybe undressing in this way, before coming to bed, is her nightly routine. I wish Jennifer had such a routine. I wish Jennifer was as sexy and as sensual, as her Mom. Feeling like such a pervert and excited all the more for it, if only she knew I was in her closet watching her every move.

"Take it off. Take it all off," I wanted to say. "Show me your tits," I wanted to shout, while sticking dollar bills in her panties.

With my eyes bulging out and my mouth gaping open, I watched her ever so slowly peel off her bra strap, first one and then the other. Such a sexy slut, what a fucking tease. Then, as if she was jumping out of a birthday cake, as if she was coming up from underwater and her bikini top popped off, in one, quick movement, I watched her stripped off her bra.

"Tits! Oh, my God. There they are. Finally, I get to see my mother-in-law's tits and what spectacular tits they are. Tits as good as Ursula Andress, Jamie Lee Curtis, or Mimi Rogers, she had a perfect set of knockers."

Filled with such sexual anticipation of her stripping naked, now finally watching the finale of the show, I stroked my cock faster. I watched her stick her thumbs in her panties and watched her turn around again. Oh, boy, now knowing this show wasn't nearly over, this sexy striptease show was, no doubt, only beginning. Wiggling her ass to remove her panty, in the same way she wiggled her ass, when she removed her skirt, I watched Diane slowly peel off her panty to expose her naked ass. Bending forward and nearly touching her knees with her forehead, I never saw so much of my sexy mother-in-law.

"Oh, my God. Hello, I said to my back underside of mother-in-law's snatch. Fuck me! Just fuck me!"

I so wanted to jump out of the closet and fuck her doggie style and pound her naked ass, while reaching around her to cup her big tits in my palms and finger her nipples.

"Turn around Diane so that I can see you naked," I whispered to myself. "Show me your pussy."

Then, watching her slowly turn around to face the closet, she twirled her panties over her head, before taking them and running them through her legs, as if toweling herself dry.

"Oh, fuck me. Just fuck me. I can't believe she's doing this."

Her trimmed pussy is right there, not three feet away from my horny hands, cock, and mouth.

"Are you kidding me? For her to act in this way, she must know I'm in the closet?"

It's obvious that she knows I'm in here watching her. Yet, how could she know I'm hiding in the closet watching her strip? She can't see me. Maybe she heard me getting in the closet. Maybe she heard me stoking myself. By her actions, how could she not know I'm hiding in the closet watching her strip? She must know.

Yet, with her eyes still closed, maybe she doesn't know I'm in the closet watching her. Maybe, she's just drunk. Maybe, this is just a silly game she played with her ex-husband. Maybe, it's a sexy game she always wanted to play, but never had a man to play it with, that is, until now. Maybe, this is a game she hopes to play with me. Maybe, she's imagining stripping for someone, but who? Is she imagining stripping for me?

With my hand pumping my cock faster and faster, while watching her playing the part of the sexy Halloween stripper, nearly ready to shoot my load all over my mother-in-law's hanging clothes, with a crash, a bang, and a giggle, I saw my closet door move. Confused and disorientated, how can my closet door move, when I thought I was in the closet?

"What the fuck! Are you kidding me?"

Awakened from my drunken stupor with a start and a scare, interrupted from my masturbation session and from my sexual fantasy of my mother-in-law giving me a sexy striptease show, there was someone in my closet, but who? Was someone watching me?

"Who's there? I have a gun!"

"It's me, silly and you don't have a gun," said my wife, Jennifer opening the closet door and stepping out of the closet with her mother stepping out of the closet behind her.

"What are you doing in the closet?"

I was stunned. Am I dreaming? I couldn't believe my eyes. My wife and mother-in-law were standing in the closet watching me masturbate. With my erect cock still in my hand, my mother-in-law, no doubt, saw my cock.

"We were watching you masturbate. I told my Mom that you masturbate almost every night in your sleep, while thinking that I'm asleep," she said with a giggle and, when she laughed, her mother started laughing, too.

"I can't believe you peeped on me, Jennifer. That's so rude. That's so nasty. That's so wrong. I'm so embarrassed," I said pulling the sheet over my exposed cock and slurring my words, when I saw my mother-in-law staring at my exposed prick. Only, I wasn't as embarrassed, as I was sexually excited.

Even though I was excited that my mother-in-law saw my cock, even in my inebriated state, I was still somewhat embarrassed in front of my wife that they caught me masturbating and that I was naked in front of her mother. The first time seeing my cock, I always wondered what Diane's reaction would be. Now I know.

Staring at it, she couldn't take her eyes off of it. She made me wish my wife wasn't there in the room with us. She made me wish we were alone. What would she do then? Would she reach out and touch my cock, before stroking me and sucking me?

"My Mom asked me what you masturbated over and, for the life of me, I couldn't tell her," said Jennifer stepping closer and sitting at the end and edge of the bed, while still giggling. "When you have me there beside you in bed, when you could have reached for me to stick your cock in my hand, my pussy, and/or my mouth, I didn't know why you felt the need to masturbate. I told my Mom that I have no idea what you masturbate over every night. So, tell me, Jack, what is that excites you to make you want to masturbate?"

I looked from my wife to my mother-in-law. Suddenly, more interested in my mother-in-law than in my wife, especially when I noticed that my mother-in-law was wearing her blue, nearly see-through, sexy nightgown. I rubbed my eyes trying to force the sleep and drunkenness away. It was then that I could see the impressions her nipples made in the thin material of her nightgown. My cock pulsated with all that my mother-in-law was showing me and all that I was seeing of her sexy, nearly naked body. I so wanted to reach out and touch her.

If I didn't know they were mother and daughter, I'd think they were sisters. Had I not been drunk, I never would have confessed that I masturbated, never mind what and/or over who it was that gave me the uncontrollable urge to masturbate. More than curious what her reaction would be, now that I was laying there with nothing but a thin sheet concealing my erection and she standing there in her nearly see through nightgown, I wanted my mother-in-law to know that I masturbated over her.

"I masturbate over you, Diane," I said looking at Diane and pulling the sheet off my cock, watching my cock spring to readiness, and exposing my erection to my mother-in-law again. I watched for her reaction to me telling her that I masturbated over her. I watched for her reaction to seeing my cock again. Only, all she did was to stare at my exposed prick. "I masturbate over the thoughts of having sex with your MILF of a mother, Jennifer," I said looking from my wife to my mother-in-law.

"Oh, Jack," said my wife. "You're so wicked to masturbate over my Mom. Mom," said Jennifer looking at her mother. "Jack masturbates over you. Isn't that funny?"

Funny? Jennifer thinks it funny that I masturbate over her mother? My wife thinks it funny that I lust over her mother rather than her? I wonder how funny she'd think it was, if I stood and stuck my cock in her mother's mouth?

"I know. I heard him, Jennifer," said my mother-in-law, making eye contact with me, before staring at my cock again.

With Diane never removing her stare from my erection, they both giggled. It was obvious that they were both nearly as drunk as I was. Yet, how in the Hell did I get so drunk that I went to bed, when my original plan was to hide in the guest bedroom closet and peep on my mother-in-law undressing. What the Hell happened? For the life of me, I couldn't remember. The last thing I remember is making out with my mother-in-law in the cab.

"You're funny when you're drunk, Jack," said Jennifer with a laugh. "My Mom told me you were making out with her in the cab."

"I was? I don't remember," I said lying now that I suddenly felt awkwardly embarrassed that my wife knew that I was making out with her mother. "How did I get so drunk?" I thought about all the drinks I bought for Jennifer and her mother, while slowly sipping mine.

"Every time you bought us drinks, whenever you got up to dance with my mother, I'd fill your glass with our drinks," she said with a giggle. "Instead of you getting us drunk, it was our plan to get you drunk. Then, with you being so drunk and, after I told my Mom that you masturbate every night, we figured we'd hide in the closet and peep on you. My Mom didn't believe me, when I told her that you masturbate every night and I wanted to show her that did. Then, when we saw you masturbating and giving us such a hot show, we couldn't stop watching," said Jennifer giggling again.

"I've never seen a man masturbate before," said my mother-in-law, still staring at my cock, while running her tongue over her lips and moving her hand to finger her erect nipple through her nightgown. "I'm embarrassed to say that it excited me to see your cock and to watch you, my son-in-law, masturbate."

I looked from my wife to my mother-in-law. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. So exciting that she was, I couldn't believe that Diane was still staring at my cock. The longer and more intently she looked, the more excited I became. If only my wife wasn't there, there's no telling what I'd do and what my mother-in-law would allow me to do. I so wanted her to touch me, wrap her hand around my cock and stroke me, while kissing me, before taking my cock in her mouth and sucking me. I so wanted to touch her, wrap my arm around her waist and kiss her, before feeling her where no son-in-law should ever feel his mother-in-law.

"I can masturbate for you now, Diane, if you want to watch," I said taking my cock in hand and slowly stroking myself. "Or maybe, you'd like to masturbate me," I said offering my cock to her.

"Oh, no, I can't do that," she said turning red, but still not removing her eyes from my engorged prick. "You're my son-in-law. Touching you in that sexual way would be wrong."

Suddenly, I was confused. If it wasn't okay for her to touch me because I was her son-in-law, why was it okay for her to allow me grope her on the dance floor? Why was it okay for to make out with me in the back of the cab? Why was it okay for her to feel my cock through my pants? Why was it okay for her to be talking about my cock downstairs with my wife? Why was it okay for her to be hiding in my closet watching me masturbate? Why was it okay now for her to now be staring at my cock? Why was it okay for her to be standing in my bedroom in her nearly transparent nightgown? Any why was it okay for her to admit that it excited her to not only see my cock but also to watch me masturbate?

"Which brings me to something I want to ask you," said Jennifer.

Jennifer awakened me from stroking my cock in front of my mother-in-law, while staring at her sexy body through her nightgown. I loved looking at my mother-in-law in her nightgowns and especially the one she was wearing now, the most revealing, was my favorite.

"Ask me?" My mind wasn't working. Still staring at my mother-in-law's tits through her nearly transparent nightgown, still so very excited that I was flashing her my cock and that she was still staring at my exposed cock, it was difficult to focus on what my wife was saying. "Ask me what?"

After catching my wife and mother-in-law hiding in the closet, I couldn't imagine what in the Hell Jennifer was going to ask me. I know what I wished they'd ask me. I wished they'd ask me to have sex with them, a threesome but, never happening in a million years, that would only happen in my dreams and my sexual fantasies, while masturbating.

"If you're willing to have my mother masturbate you, then you won't mind doing my mother a favor," said my wife.

"A favor? What favor?"

Hopefully expectant, but accustomed to thinking negatively and expecting the worst, what I hoped for was sex was probably a request to help my mother-in-law move. She had been planning a move out of state.

"My Mom has been so lonely, since my Dad left."

Lonely? Define lonely? Is she looking for someone to play Scrabble with, take her for a ride in the country, or to go shopping with her? Maybe she wants to go see a movie or go bowling. Being the perverted bastard that I am, afraid to even ask myself the question for fear that I'd be setting myself up for disappointment, I originally imagined Jennifer asking me to have sex with her mother. Oh, my God. If only those words came out of my wife's mouth, I'd be such a happy man.

"Okay, so what's the favor?"

"She wants to watch us having sex."

I stared at my wife, as if she was speaking a foreign language. Even though my cock understood her question and instantly stiffened with the excitement of my mother-in-law watching me having sex with her daughter, I thought I was misconstruing what my wife had said.

"Pardon? I apologize. Maybe I'm still sleeping and/or a little bit drunk but I thought you said that your mother wants to watch us having sex?" I looked from Jennifer to Diane and back again.

"Yes, that's what I asked you," said Jennifer.

Still not believing my wife, I asked my mother-in-law.

"Is that what you want to do, Diane? You want to watch me fucking, I mean, making love to your daughter?"

"Yes," she said. "I would like to see that very much."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"That's so kinky, but so sexually exciting."

"Well," said Jennifer, "what do you say?"

Jennifer looked at me, as if she was asking if her mother could move it with us, something that most guys would never agree to have their mother-in-law living with them, but I was excited by the prospect of having Diane live with us. Yet, her question wasn't about her mother living with us. Her question was having her mother watching us having sex. If I wrote this in a story and posted it on Literotica, no one would believe me, but it's true.

Jennifer gave me that look she gives me, when she's ready to fuck and I knew she was excited by the thought of her mother watching us having sex, as much as I was excited having her mother watch us having sex. Damn. Are my wife and her mother into incest, too? Are my wife and her mother, just as perverted as I am? I never knew.

Pinch me, I'm dreaming. My mother-in-law wants to watch me fuck her daughter. What son-in-law, in his right mind, would say no to that? Even in my wildest sexual fantasies, who would have figured my MILF of a mother-in-law and her sexy daughter are just as incestuously perverted as I am? If this wasn't a true account of what really happened, I'd never believe it myself.

Better than hitting the lottery, I was sitting in bed naked in front of my wife and her mother. With my mother-in-law still staring at my cock, after my wife asked if her mother can watch us having sex, all I could think about was having sex with the mother, instead of the daughter. I must still be dreaming. Definitely, I'm still drunk and hallucinating.

"I guess that will be okay," I said with a shrug of my shoulders, while trying to play it cool, without jumping up screaming with excited joy, and still not believing all that I just heard.

As soon as I agreed to having her mother watch us having sex, as soon as I reached for my wife and started kissing her and touching her, I watched Diane go in the closet and close the door. What the Fuck? Are you kidding me? Why did she go in the closet? What is she doing in the closet? Is she masturbating? Get out of the closet, I wanted to say. Take off your nightgown and join us in bed, I wanted to say, but I didn't. I didn't want to move too fast, too soon, and ruin everything.

"Diane," I said, hoping she changed her mind and join us in bed, "why are you in the closet?"

"I want to watch you having sex from in here," she said in a muffled voice from behind the closed closet door. "I like to watch. I like to peep," she said. "I like to pretend I'm watching someone that doesn't know I'm watching them."

Oh, my God. If this wasn't a true account of all that happened that Halloween night, no one would believe me. Like MILF of a mother-in-law, like perverted son-in-law, my mother-in-law likes to watch. My mother-in-law likes to peep. So surreal, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Wanting to sober up in a hurry, a dream come true, and a real live sexual fantasy happening in real time, I rubbed my eyes and shook my head. Am I still dreaming? Is this part of my sexual fantasy?

"That's not all," said Jennifer.

That's not all? Her words hit me in the way of the sound that gold coins make when falling from the sky, after finding a Leprechaun's hidden pot of gold beneath a rainbow. When my wife said, that's not all, this couldn't be just Halloween, it must already be Christmas.

That's not all? That's not all! Merry Christmas to me! Her words echoed through my head. Is this where my wife takes a stripper pole from the closet and wants me to put it together and install it in the bedroom or the living room? After masquerading as strippers all evening at the Halloween masquerade ball, are they both going to put on a sexy, private striptease show just for me?

"What do you mean, Jennifer, by that's not all? There's more?"

No way! What? I couldn't wait for my wife to collect her thoughts to tell me. What more could there be than my mother-in-law and wife watching me masturbate from behind a closed closet door, my mother-in-law staring at my exposed cock, while I stared at her sexy body through her nearly transparent nightgown, and then my mother-in-law asking to watch me have sex with her daughter? What more could there possibly be?

"After you have sex with me," she said pausing to give me a long, thoughtful look, "my mother wants to have sex with you and..."

Get the fuck outta here! I didn't hear any more of what my wife was saying, after she said, my mother wants to have sex with you... Immediately, my cock understood but I didn't. All this time, I thought my brains were in my head, but by the instant comprehension and reaction of my erection, my cock already knew what I was struggling to understand. Obviously, my cock has a much bigger brain than my head. Definitely, without doubt, in the future, I need to listen to my cock more.

"Wait, back up. Did you, my wife, the love of my life, just say that your mother, my mother-in-law, wants to have sex with me, after she watches me having sex with you, her daughter?

Sloppy seconds, I don't mind, but this was beyond bizarre. Does Diane want to lick my cock, after it's been submerged in her daughter's wet pussy?

"Yes, and..."

"And what?"

I couldn't believe there was more. Having a hard enough time reconciling with my wife and her mother stepping out of the closet, after watching me masturbate, it was difficult to comprehend my mother-in-law's need, want, and desire to watch me having sex with her daughter. Then, as bizarre as this whole Halloween celebration has become, to see my mother-in-law go in the closet to watch us having sex was even wildly weirder.

A dream come true, I couldn't believe my mother-in-law wants to have sex with me. Only, what now? What next? There's nothing my wife could possibly say to top any of what she's confessed to me already.

"I want to watch you having sex with my mother, from inside the closet, too," said my wife with a look of excited embarrassment.

Get the fuck outta here. I am dreaming. I must be dreaming. I'm still drunk. Yeah, that's it. I'm drunk and dreaming. This cannot be happening to me. Stuff like this never happens to me. Never do my sexual fantasies come true, I don't get it. Okay, where's the camera? Is this a joke? It must be a joke.

Being the compassionate husband I am and the accommodating son-in-law I need to me, willing to give whatever sexual request my wife and her mother want, I still didn't understand what the big attraction with in peeping from inside the closet at a couple having sex? I mean, I'd understand a man wanting to peep, but these are women? Women don't peep, do they? Are women peepers, too? I had no idea. Still, I didn't care. Who cares that they both share a closet fetish. I was going to have sex with my mother-in-law! Sorry. Allow me to repeat that so that I may understand the full effect of what is happening now and in real time.

With the full knowledge and permission from my wife, her daughter, I was going to have sex with my mother-in-law, her mother, while my wife watches us fucking, licking, and sucking from inside the closet. Dear Lord. I haven't been the best man, but if you wait just another hour before taking my miserable life, just allow me to experience my mother-in-law and then I'll willingly die with a big smile on my face."

I imagine Saint Peter welcoming to Heaven.

"Oh, gees, here's another one," said Saint Peter to his Angel.

"Another one? Another what one?"

"He had sex with his mother-in-law," said Saint Peter shaking his head with disappointment.

"How can you tell Saint Peter?" The Angel looked to his boss.

"Look at the big shit eating smile on his face."

"Well, what should we do with him?" The Angel looked from me to Saint Peter.

"Well, unfortunately, he's no good to us now. He's already played in the Devil's sandbox. Send him to Hell."

Nonetheless, even though some say that it isn't, this is incestuous, and my cock fully concurs. We're all related. Granted, I'm not related by blood to my wife or to her mother, but Jennifer is related to her mother by blood. I had no idea that women were just as incestuously perverted as were men. Feeling guilty as all Hell, all this time, I thought I was the pervert. I thought I was the sick and nasty one. Now to discover that my wife and her mother are just as nasty and as perverted, as I was, I truly love my family.

Life is good. Life couldn't get any better than this. Wow! Dreading the holidays before, I'm so looking forward to the holidays now. Thanksgivings, Christmas, New Year, birthdays, and anniversaries, our future celebrations will forever take on a new form of excitement, albeit sexual excitement. I can see us now celebrating every holiday, while naked and in bed.

"I want to watch you have sex with my mother," she said again, but this reaching out to take my cock in her hand and slowly stroking me.

"So, lemme get this straight." I sat up in bed still not believing all that I was hearing. The electric current of incest quickly replaced the cloud of drunkenness as I became more sexually excited and more awake. "You not only would you like your mother watch us having sex from inside the closet but also you want me to have sex with your mother, while you watch from inside the closet. Is that about the gist of it? Am I understanding this or am I still drunk and dreaming?"

"Oh, Jack, you're so funny. Yes, this is your sexual dream come true and no you aren't drunk and/or dreaming," said my wife with a giggle.

"Then, if this is my sexual dream come true, maybe I should have sex with your mother, first," I said impatient to have sex with my mother-in-law.

"Sure. That will be okay with me," said my wife. "Mom? Jack wants to know if he can have sex with you, first."

"Okay," said my mother-in-law from behind the closed closet door. "Yeah, that will be fine with me."

It was surreal to hear my mother-in-law respond from behind a closed closet door. If I saw this in a movie, I'd never believe it. Oh, my God. I couldn't believe when my mother-in-law opened the closet door and willingly exchanged places with her daughter in the closet. Then, Diane sat beside me on the bed looking a bit nervously awkward.

"Can you see, Jennifer?" I asked, wanting to be the good husband that I am. It was then that the ramifications of what I was doing and what I as asking dawned on me. I just asked my wife, if she had a clear view of me about to have sex with her mother.

"I have the perfect view. Thank you, " said Jennifer.

If I thought I was excited when about to have sex with my mother-in-law, I was even more excited knowing my wife was in the closet watching me about to have sex with her mother. At first a bit awkward, but the more I thought about Jennifer watching me fuck her mother, I wanted to give her a real show. I hoped Diane sucked cock. I hope she'd allow me to cum in her mouth, because I wanted Jennifer to watch her mother sucking my cock and swallowing my load.

No longer staring at my cock, but looking down at her hands in her lap instead, suddenly my mother-in-law appeared shyly nervous and embarrassingly uncomfortable. I quickly quelled her apprehension by pulling her to me and giving her a long, deep, probing kiss. With my horny hand all over her big breast and my finger fingering her nipple through her nightgown, I was groping my mother-in-law in the way that I did on the Halloween masquerade ball dance floor. Only, the feel of her breasts through the thin material of her nightgown was so much more exciting than feeling her breast through her blouse and bra. Then, when she kissed me back, I was making out with my mother-in-law on my bed and in my bedroom in the way that I had been making out with her in the back of the cab. Unless Jennifer suddenly had an identical twin sister, my life couldn't get any better than this.

A sexual dream come true, as if a moth to a light, my hand went right to Diane's breasts. The reality that I was French kissing my mother-in-law while feeling her big tits and fingering her erect nipples set my brain on fire. Then, when she took hold of my erect and naked cock in her hand, well that was it for me. I was ready to fuck her. Only, when I thought I was the one who had all the incestuously perverted passion, when I thought I was the one making all the moves, way ahead of me, she surprised me.

"Jack, I've been dying to suck your cock," she said, as if asking my permission to blow me. "The thought of actually sticking your big prick in my mouth makes it even more deliciously exciting that your my son-in-law," she said leaning forward to whisper that in my ear, as if it was our dirty, little secret.

Feeling a bit like Jack Kennedy on his birthday, when Marilyn Monroe was about to have sex with him, after singing Happy Birthday to him, I was, no doubt, just as excited.

"I'd love to watch you suck my cock, Diane," I said stroking her blonde hair back behind her ear.

For a mature woman, she was such a beautiful woman. I was still having a difficult time in realizing that my mother-in-law was about to blow me. A sexual fantasy come true, I couldn't believe it.

"Have patience with me," she said. "It's been years, since I've had a cock in my mouth. The only man who ever ejaculated in my mouth was my husband," she said, as if apologizing.

"Take all the time you need, Diane," I said being the kind and considerate son-in-law that I needed to be for my mother-in-law to suck my cock.

"Thank you," she said.

To hear my mother-in-law say the word cock, while I watched her stroke me and stare down at me, before taking me in her warm, wet mouth, was a dream come true. I leaned back and watched her take my cock in her mouth, while stroking me.

"Suck it, Diane. Blow me, Mom," I said running my fingers through her short, blonde hair. "Suck my cock, my MILF of a mother-in-law."

While making all those cock sucking loud slurping and sucking sounds that all guys love to hear, I watched her head bobbing up and down. For a woman who hasn't had a cock in her mouth in years, she was giving me one Hell of a blowjob. For a woman who hasn't had sex in a long while, as if the first time back on a bucking bronco again, after not having ridden, she was doing a great job of sucking my prick.

"That's so hot to watch my Mom suck your cock, Jack," said my wife from the closet. Jennifer startled me, when I heard her voice. So intent on watching her mother blow me, I forgot she was in the closet peeping out at us. "Suck his cock, Mom. Blow my husband. Turn more to the side, Mom. I want to see Jack's big, hairy cock in your mouth."

So surreal to hear my wife's muffled voice emanating from behind the closed closet door, it was even more surreal to hear her cheering on her mother. As if this was a tag team sexual match, instead of a tag team wrestling match and, as if they were tag team swinging partners, Diane did whatever her daughter wanted her to do to accommodate her sexual needs. Then, Diane stopped blowing me to kiss me, really kiss me.

A kiss that literally curled my toes, it was a kiss that no mother-in-law should ever give her son-in-law. Never have I been kissed with such lustful passion. Then, when she broke the kiss to remove her nightgown, it was then that I died and went to Heaven. For an old broad, Diane had one Hell of a body. Finally, I got to see her big tits, along with her trimmed, blonde pussy.

"Fuck me, Jack, please. Please fuck me. I need to feel my son-in-law's cock inside me. Fuck me hard and fuck me deep. Fuck me good, so that when I sleep, I'll dream of you."

The first time hearing Diane talk in such a way, it was such a turn on for me to hear her talk in that way. My mother-in-law talks dirty. I love it. As if we were on our Honeymoon, humping, grinding, and fucking, we rolled around the bed. As if we were teenagers on Prom night, I was so hot for her body.

As soon as I mounted my mother-in-law, as soon as I felt my body come in contact with her body, she reached her hand down between her legs and inserted my stiff cock in her warm, wet pussy. The reality that I was fucking my mother-in-law, really humping and fucking my mother-in-law was one that I had trouble wrapping my brain around. So surreal, so dreamlike, and such a real sexual fantasy, with my wife watching us from the closet, never have I been as excited. I couldn't stop kissing her, while humping her.

"Fuck her, Jack. Fuck my mother. Really fuck her. Make her cum. I want to hear my mother scream. Show my mother a good sexual time, Jack."

Oh, my God, with Jennifer being our sexual cheerleader, I wondered if her mother would do the same cheering when it was her daughter's turn to get fucked. Yet, as soon as I thought that, I thought about doing Jennifer and her mother together. How perfect would that be, a dream come true, having sex with my sexy wife and her MILF of a mother together, as a threesome? Nah, that would never happen. As soon as I thought that, Jennifer stepped out of the closet. She sat Indian style on the bed watching us, while stroking her mother's leg.

Now, with my wife right there beside us, I was really fucking her mother. It excited me to see my wife touching her mother's naked body, not so much in a sexual way, but in a loving way. As if Jennifer was the mother watching her daughter having sex for the first time, never have I been as sexually excited.

"Oh, my God, Jack, I'm going to have an orgasm," said Diane suddenly. She stopped kissing me to return my humps. "Fuck me harder, but whatever you do, don't stop. Just don't stop. Fuck me harder. Fuck me faster, but whatever you do, please don't stop. I'm so close. I can feel it. Oh, my God!"

"Fuck her, Jack. Fuck my Mom. Make my Mom cum."

"Oh, Jack! Jack! Jack! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! This is so unbelievable."

I could have shot my load in my mother-in-law's pussy, but I didn't. I was saving my cum for her mouth. I so wanted to shoot my warm, oozy load in Diane's mouth. After my mother-in-law got off, the three of us sat in bed. It was my turn to have sex with Jennifer and her mother's turn to watch us having sex from the closet, but I wanted something more for me.

"I have a request," I said.

"What?" My wife looked at me with interest and when I looked at her mother, she gave me the same look.

"I'd like to watch you together," I said so excited by the thought of what I was about to say. "Yeah, I'd like to watch you having sex with your mother, Jennifer. Just as I'd like to watch you giving your mother pleasure with your hand and mouth, I'd like to watch your mother giving you pleasure with her hand and mouth."

Jennifer looked at her mother and her mother returned her look. Then, with a nod of her head and a shrug of her shoulder, Diane agreed.

"Okay," said Jennifer looking from her mother to look at me.

"Okay," said Diane from her daughter to look at me.

When Jennifer and Diane moved closer to one another on the bed, I moved out of their way. Then, when they kissed and French kissed, I got inside the closet to peep. Somehow, as if I was spying on them, as if they didn't know I was there, even though we all knew I was there hiding in the closet watching, it was somehow more exciting.

"Pretend I'm not even here," I said slowly starting to masturbate, knowing full well, that after I watched Jennifer and Diane together, it would be my turn with Jennifer and again with Diane.

My new plan, I wanted to get myself so excited, so that I could step out of the closet, grab a handful of Diane's blonde hair, turn her head towards me and stick my cock in her mouth. I couldn't wait to cum in my mother-in-law's mouth. I couldn't wait for Diane to blow me again. I couldn't wait to feel my cock in her mouth. I couldn't wait to cum in her mouth and to watch her swallow my load.

I watched Jennifer go down on her mother. Then, I watched Diane go down on her daughter. Oh, my God, such hot lesbian action, they were putting on a better incestuous show then I could have ever imagined. The first women I've ever seen together, never would I thought I'd ever see Jennifer lick her mother's pussy and her mother returning the favor.

After getting Jennifer off with her mouth and her fingers, when Diane came up for air, I stepped out of the closet. My cock was sticking straight out, as I continued stroking it. Never have I been as hard. Then, when I was just about to grab a handful of my mother-in-law's hair, she turned to face me.

"Now, it's your turn for me to give you pleasure," she said with one hand stroking my cock and another hand cupping my balls.

"Sweet," I said.

She scooted from between her daughter's legs to the edge of the bed and took my cock in her mouth. With a hand to the back of her head, I humped my mother-in-law's mouth. I was really fucking her face, now. Slamming my hips, I could feel my cock hitting the back of her throat. I could have cum immediate, but I held it, until I couldn't hold it anymore.

"I can't hold back any longer. I'm gonna cum, Diane," I said giving her warning and ample opportunity to remove my cock from her mouth. Being respectful of her age, maybe she didn't want me to cum in her mouth and maybe she didn't swallow. Even if she did swallow, with her ex-husband being the only man she ever blew, maybe that was something she saved for her one special man. She was still my mother-in-law, after all, and pleased that I was getting a blowjob from her, I didn't need to cum in her mouth. Maybe she preferred if I shot my load on her tits.

"That's okay," she said briefly removing my cock from her mouth to speak. "I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste your cum. I want to swallow my son-in-law's cum."

Damn, I couldn't believe my mother-in-law wants me to cum in her mouth. A sexual fantasy come true, I thought about all the times that I masturbated over the thoughts of Diane blowing me and me cumming off in her mouth. I thought about all the times that I imagined her swallowing my cum. Now, here it is, about to happen. It was when my wife sat up and watched her mother blowing me, that I lost all control.

"Blow Jack, Mom. Make him cum. I want to watch him cum in your mouth. After you cum, Jack, give my Mom a facial," she said with a sexy laugh. "I'd love to see my mother with your cum all over her face."

I felt my cum coming up from my toes. It a rush, as if a volcano, I exploded a rush of gooey white stuff in Diane's willing mouth. She still sucked me, as I exploded gobs of cum in her mouth, then when I pulled away, still cumming, I shot a second load, an even bigger load, all over my mother-in-law's face.

Oh, my God, did I ever give my mother-in-law a cum bath. She had cum across her eyes, in her hair, and all over her cheeks, chin, and mouth. There was so much cum. Never have I shot such a load of cum, as I did, when my mother-in-law sucked my cock.

Still so very sexual excited and still not totally sexually satisfied, I couldn't wait to cum in my mother-in-law's pussy. I couldn't wait to bend her over and fuck her from behind. I couldn't wait to fall between her legs and eat her pussy. I couldn't wait to watch my MILF of a mother-in-law get down on her knees and suck my cock again. This was the best Halloween celebration I ever had.

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[scouries]

Gabby hass been set free at last!
R.I.P. My Love...

Gabrielle L. 1990 - 2011
a.k.a. grand high poobah

gabby's namer​

 

[TxRad]

Here is the truth to the above statement.

Grand_High_Poobah, Gabby, Gabrielle L. the blowup doll and brains of scouriesfantasyworld, is one of scouries alts that got bounced off the site for spamming other threads. He had been warned several times about it but he thought he was above the rules as usual.

So yes, good riddance to a bad alt. Now he will have to invent another alt or do the dirty work himself. I hope it is the latter so he will be the next one bounced.

 

[BOSTONFICTIONWRITER]

Gabby hass been set free at last!
R.I.P. My Love...

Gabrielle L. 1990 - 2011
a.k.a. grand high poobah

gabby's namer​

I'm going to miss her.

She made my visit memorable, when I was in Miami visiting Scouries World and aboard your yacht.

Rest in peace, Gabby (sniff, sniff).

 

[YoursSINSerely]

I'm going to miss her.

She made my visit memorable, when I was in Miami visiting Scouries World and aboard your yacht.

Rest in peace, Gabby (sniff, sniff).

You're such an Accountant, Freddie! You're just going to miss the numbers.

 

[ScouriesWorld]

Hi StoryFeedbackers,

Over the past couple of months I’ve received quite a few emails from SFers asking me what’s become of the A.I.R. Thread so I thought it best to let everyone know where to find it. For years Gabby, the first secretary of A.I.R., kept the thread here in SFland. However, when she left, we all felt it might be better to put such an author oriented thread in AHland.

So we started a new thread with yours truly as THREADMISTRESS in the Authors Hangout where you will find it today. Please feel free to visit us anytime.

And FYI I’ll post the 2012 A.I.R. Nude Day 2012 winners that were posted on the other thread earlier today.

Have a great day…

A.I.R. 2012 NUDE DAY STORY CONTEST AWARD WINNERS

A.I.R. 2012 Nude Day Story Contest
BEST STORY IN THE CONTEST

Never Have I Ever by YKN4949

A.I.R. 2012 Nude Day Story Contest
MOST VIEWS RECEIVED WINNER

Nude with Mum in the Sun by geronimo appleby

A.I.R. 2012 Nude Day Story Contest
MOST COMMENTS RECEIVED WINNER

Shattered by ohio

A.I.R. 2012 Nude Day Story Contest
MOST VOTES RECEIVED WINNER

”Pet Mommy”: Becoming a Mommy Slut! by silkstockingslover

A.I.R. 2012 Nude Day Story Contest
MOST FAVORITED WINNER

JazCullen

A.I.R. 2012 Nude Day Story Contest
HIGHEST RATED STORY WINNER

Five Girls, a Guy, and a Hot Tub by AnsemRai

 

[ScouriesWorld]

Unfortunately I can't update the first page of this thread so will have to do it here. It is interesting to see how the group of award winners has grown in the last two years isn't it:

[size=+3]ASSOCIATION of INDEPENDENT READERS (A.I.R.)

AWARD WINNERS[/size]

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the MANU

LITEROTICA’S LIFETIME ACHIEVMENT AWARD

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BarondeSade
BOSTONFICTIONWRITER
Daniellekitten
Just Plain Bob
Many Feathers
nikki_2021
rgjohn
SamuelX
sarahhh
scouries
Slickman
TryAnything
youbadboy

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A.I.R. CONTEST WINNERS

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Multiple Winners:

alwayswantedto
D.G.Hear
DanielQSteele1
HarddaysKnight
Just Plain Bob
klrxo
ohio
Rehnquist
sarahhh
scouries

silkstockinglover
Slirpuff
StarStang06
Try Anything
Tx Tall Tales

One Time Winners:

Ahabscribe
alana9
AnsemRai
BarondeSade
Centrum1000
dezurtdawg
Exporoni
Firebrain
FrancisMacomber
geronimo Appleby

Hot Sister
JammyJimmy
jasliz
JazCullen
julesteve
LiquidMathew
mia_erotica
MistressLynn
MugsbyB
niki_2021

NamelessRose
PepperPace
RainierWriterII
Rampant404
rgjohn
Rickyroma
Seduc1ove
Serena Kitt
Slickman
slow_n_gentle

SweetestThing
Walterio
Xyster
YKN4949
YoursSINSerely

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A.I.R. SPECIAL AWARDS

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theravenfox

boxlicker

​

 

[TxRad]

NO ONE HAS WON ANYTHING

 

[ScouriesWorld]

another MANU winner...

[size=+2]ASSOCIATION of INDEPENDENT READERS (A.I.R.)[/size]

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LITEROTICA’S LIFETIME ACHIEVMENT AWARD

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The Board of Directors of the ASSOCIATION of INDEPENDENT READERS (A.I.R.) decided some time ago that it would be appropriate to honor one of the giants of LITEROTICA fiction at the end of each of the Special Themed A.I.R. Contests.

They decided to call this new prize, one they believe will soon become emblematic of erotic fiction excellence and the most respected author’s award in the genre, the MANU. This name of course honors the first PRINCE of erotic fiction, a man who’s become a giant in the field of erotic publishing.

the [size=+2] MANU [/size] award

These prizes will be awarded based on the author’s complete body of work. This is the fourteenth MANU to be awarded.

She is one of the most prolific authors on the site and she has been “favorited” by over 3400 LITEROTICANS (fourth on the all-time list!). She’s also been one of the top 10 “most faavorited” for over six years (more than any other author!) She is an author who continually delivers excellent erotic stories over a broad range of categories.

A great writer, please join me and millions of A.I.R. readers worldwide in honoring the one and only:

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Goldeniangel

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the MANU

LITEROTICA’S LIFETIME ACHIEVMENT AWARD

[/size]

BarondeSade
BOSTONFICTIONWRITER
Daniellekitten
Goldeniangel
Just Plain Bob
Many Feathers
nikki_2021
rgjohn
SamuelX
Sarahhh
scouries
Slickman
TryAnything
youbadboy

 

[TxRad]

NO ONE HAS WON ANYTHING

The above is a FAKE AWARD just LIKE all of scouries FAKE CONTEST WINNERS.

 

[ScouriesWorld]

winners announced!!!!

A.I.R. 2012 SUMMER LOVIN’ STORY CONTEST AWARD WINNERS

A.I.R. 2012 SUMMER LOVIN’ Story Contest
BEST STORY IN THE CONTEST

Two Moms, Two Laps, Two Hours by Tx_Tall_Tales

A.I.R. 2012 SUMMER LOVIN’ Story Contest
MOST VIEWS RECEIVED WINNER

Voyeur &Tanning by HeyAll

A.I.R. 2012 SUMMER LOVIN’ Story Contest
MOST COMMENTS RECEIVED WINNER

Things My Mother Told Her by StangStar06

A.I.R. 2012 SUMMER LOVIN’ Story Contest
MOST VOTES RECEIVED WINNER

Roomates by samslam

A.I.R. 2012 SUMMER LOVIN’ Story Contest
SPECIAL Lifetime Achievement A.I.R.

boxlicker101

All A.I.R. members would like to thank our friend from California, the man who spends half the day eating pussy and the other half writing about it, the one and only boxy, for the retiring of the tiresome and odious pauletta. Thank you!

And we’d also like to thank SusieQ for the restraint she showed in this contest.

Certain stories were disqualified for category problems, failure to follow the theme, or other major infractions. Various authors who broke the one contest-one story rule had their entries thrown out (except for top 25 “most favorite”). Three infamous AH land ballot box stuffers (lovergirl ytcc, darkboy ALTS, and the dumbtexan) had their stories tossed for multiple infractions.

All Non-Erotic stories were disqualified as well as the thirteen stories identified by our association computers as ALT stories.

Congratulations to our winners – well done!​

*Under the ASSOCIATIONS rules a story/author can only win one prize in any contest.
** Minimum numbers of votes are required to qualify in the various categories

 

[TxRad]

NO ONE HAS WON ANYTHING

The above is a FAKE CONTEST just like all the so called contests that scouries tries to pass off on everyone.

 

[Brandie69]

NO ONE HAS WON ANYTHING

The above is a FAKE CONTEST just like all the so called contests that scouries tries to pass off on everyone.

What I don't get is, why all of this effort on fake contests, when he could be putting that same effort into writing about fake sex?

The one obvious answer to that question is actually kind of anatomical and, well, just sad.

 

[ScouriesWorld]

[size=+2]ASSOCIATION of INDEPENDENT READERS (A.I.R.)[/size]

[size=+2]

LITEROTICA’S LIFETIME ACHIEVMENT AWARD

[/size]

The Board of Directors of the ASSOCIATION of INDEPENDENT READERS (A.I.R.) decided some time ago that it would be appropriate to honor one of the giants of LITEROTICA fiction at the end of each of the Special Themed A.I.R. Contests.

They decided to call this new prize, one they believe will soon become emblematic of erotic fiction excellence and the most respected author’s award in the genre, the MANU. This name of course honors the first PRINCE of erotic fiction, a man who’s become a giant in the field of erotic publishing.

the [size=+2] MANU [/size] award

These prizes will be awarded based on the author’s complete body of work. This is the fifteenth MANU to be awarded.

He is one of the most famous authors on the site and he has been acclaimed as the #1 Mind Control author in the world of erotic writing. He arrived on LITEROTICA way back in January 2001. The first thing he did was hypnotize the ROYAL FAMILY. You wouldn’t believe what he was able to do to the then youngish LAUREL while the usually vigilant MANU was in dreamland!

In a four year period this genius submitted over 50 stories to this site. He garnered 3 W’s and would have won more if he hadn’t stopped accepting nominations to allow others to win. Ten (10) of his stories now have over 1000 votes – unheard of totals back in the good old days.

A great writer, please join me and millions of A.I.R. readers worldwide in honoring the one and only:

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masterhypnotist

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[size=+2]

the MANU

LITEROTICA’S LIFETIME ACHIEVMENT AWARD

[/size]

BarondeSade
BOSTONFICTIONWRITER
Daniellekitten
Goldeniangel
Just Plain Bob
Many Feathers
masterhypnotist
nikki_2021
rgjohn
SamuelX
Sarahhh
scouries
Slickman
TryAnything
youbadboy

 

[TxRad]

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Newbie Alert​

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[SIZE="+1"]Like everything scouries does, this is a Fake award. It is just another way for him, his alt, and friends to associate their names with actual good writers on this site.. Funny how scouries always seems to win his own fake contests and awards. [/SIZE]

 

[ScouriesWorld]

A.I.R. 2012 HALLOWEEN STORY CONTEST AWARD WINNERS

A.I.R. 2012 HALLOWEEN Story Contest
BEST STORY IN THE CONTEST

Tricked With a Treat by Goldeniangel

A.I.R. 2012 HALLOWEEN Story Contest
MOST VIEWS RECEIVED WINNER

Mother’s Halloween Trick Treats Son by SusieQParker

A.I.R. 2012 HALLOWEEN Story Contest
MOST COMMENTS RECEIVED WINNER

Be Careful What You Wish For by StangStar06

A.I.R. 2012 HALLOWEEN Story Contest
MOST VOTES RECEIVED WINNER

Vigilantes by FrancisMacomber

A.I.R. 2012 HALLOWEEN Story Contest
HIGHEST RATED WINNER

A GOR-y Halloween Party by Tx_Tall_Tales

There has been a groundswell of protest from A.I.R. members all over the world regarding boxy’s reintroduction of the tiresome and odious pauletta. Pleeeeease!!!!

Certain stories were disqualified for category problems, failure to follow the theme, or other major infractions. Various authors who broke the one contest-one story rule had their entries thrown out (except for top 25 “most favorite”). Three infamous AH land ballot box stuffers (lovergirl ytcc, darkboy ALTS, and the dumbtexan) had their stories tossed for multiple infractions. beshameless was kicked out for being exactly that.

All Non-Erotic stories were disqualified as well as the twenty-two stories identified by our association computers as ALT stories.

Congratulations to our winners – well done!​

*Under the ASSOCIATIONS rules a story/author can only win one prize in any contest.
** Minimum numbers of votes are required to qualify in the various categories

 

[TxRad]

NO ONE HAS WON ANYTHING

The above is a FAKE CONTEST just like all the so called contests that scouries tries to pass off on everyone.

 

[ScouriesWorld]

new updated winners lists on the way...