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“Can I see it??”Her tone wasn’t sexual, or even seductive. It was simple, casual, and innocent – like an offhand remark, or like the most normal of requests. Still, I hesitated. “Ummm …”+++ earlier that afternoon +++As the school year drew to a close, the family calendar was filled up with various performances, concerts, and celebrations for our young kids. My wife’s mother, who lived six hours away, wanted to be present for those events, but since her 75-year-old husband (my wife’s third stepfather) wasn’t feeling up for a weeklong trip, my mother-in-law traveled up by herself. I requested that week off from work so that I could attend our kids’ events and also be available to spend time with her and my wife.On the third day of my mother-in-law’s stay with us, my wife had to leave for a few hours to fulfill a work commitment. Since it was a beautiful sunny day and there was nothing else to do, the two of us decided to pass the time by swimming and lounging near our inground pool.At one point, while laying on one of our lounge chairs, I unexpectedly drifted into a nap. I woke up quite groggy, surprised that I had fallen asleep. Unaware of what time it was or what was happening, one of the first lucid observations I made was that I had apparently enjoyed some type of fantasy during my nap – because there was quite a dramatic tent in my swimsuit. I absent-mindedly reached my hand down and caressed my hard-on through the thin fabric.In my semi-conscious state, though, I had forgotten a very significant detail of my circumstance: the fact that I was not alone. To my horror, I was suddenly reminded of that when I heard my mother-in-law’s soft voice from my periphery. “Good afternoon! Did you have a nice dream?”My hand jerked backward as if I had touched the hottest of stoves. Redness instantly spreading across my face, I whipped my head sideways to look at her. “Omigosh … I am sooo sorry, I forgot … I didn’t know where I … I forgot you were …”She interrupted my rambling apology. “It’s okay, hun, don’t Ankara bayan escort worry about it. I actually watched it grow while you were sleeping. I have to admit, I was quite impressed.”I wanted to melt through the chair and have the earth swallow me whole. Before I could say or do anything else, though, she spoke up again – with a mind-blowing request.“Can I see it??”Her tone wasn’t sexual, or even seductive. It was simple, casual, and innocent – like an offhand remark, or like the most normal of requests. Still, I hesitated. “Ummm …”In the midst of my bewildered state, my mother-in-law turned to face me. “I’m sorry, I know that’s kind of a weird request … it’s just been such a long time for me. My husband can’t get hard anymore … actually, it’s been years since we’ve been able to have sex, or since I’ve even seen an erect penis. I was quite captivated by the sight of your shorts growing, that’s all. I’d be intrigued to see more … that is, only if you were willing to show me.”My erection had been quickly retreating, but her explanation made it reverse course.I’m not exactly sure what prompted my next action: perhaps I still wasn’t fully awake; perhaps it was the discomfort of my straining shorts; maybe it was because I was secretly a bit of an exhibitionist. In any case, though, I did something I never would’ve previously imagined doing: I opened my swimsuit and let my cock spring proudly to life in full view of my mother-in-law.In turn, she gave me immediate gratification. “Wow. That is a nice-looking tool you have there. I bet you make my daughter very happy!”As if this was a totally normal conversation to have with your mother-in-law, I chuckled and responded truthfully, “Ha, thanks – um, well, yes.”Helen, my mother-in-law, slowly laid back down on her lounge chair, a sly smile on her face. “Well, don’t let my presence stop you from – ahem – taking care of yourself.”As if showing off my fully-engorged cock to my mother-in-law wasn’t bad enough, Escort bayan Ankara the idea of openly masturbating right next to her seemed outright ridiculous. I tried desperately to think of other things to make my throbbing desire go away – and yet, the more I tried to think about not masturbating, the more intense that longing became. Twice, I reached for my exposed cock to jerk myself off … and twice I pulled back, conflicted by the inappropriateness.Unbeknownst to me, Helen was secretly observing my indecisiveness. She suddenly sat up and pivoted her body so that her legs were in the space between our two lounge chairs, and then stared calmly into my eyes. “Do you want a hand with that?”Pulse pounding, I swallowed hard and stammered an immediate objection, “Umm, what?!? Uh, no!! I mean, I can’t … well, you shouldn’t …”“It’s okay,” she whispered quietly.My mouth hung open, speechless. I felt powerless to resist what suddenly seemed inevitable.She accurately perceived my defenselessness, and – without breaking eye contact with me – slowly reached her arm across the gap between us.I held my breath.Her suntan lotion-oiled fingers approached my towering cock … and then curled around it. The air rushed out of my lungs. I groaned loudly in a flood of incredible forbidden pleasure.She began to slowly stroke the cock that technically belonged to her daughter. I closed my eyes in overwhelming arousal, and the rest of my body went limp against the chair.“Does that feel good?” Her voice remained calm, soft, and casually endearing.“Uh-huh,” I groaned.“You have impressive size,” she murmured.“Thank you,” I moaned.She asked a fairly rhetorical question, “Do you think I can make you explode?”It wasn’t a question of if – it was only a matter of how soon. Whatever she might have lacked in youthfulness, she easily made up for in experience. The thought flickered through my mind that her daughter should take some lessons from her on how to give a guy a hand job.As if Bayan escort Ankara she had done this to me a million times before and knew exactly what I liked, she soon started picking up her pace. Instinctually, my hips started thrusting upward into her tight grip. A cautionary part of my brain was aware that we were at risk of being observed by any of our neighbors – but I didn’t care. My eruption was imminent.Breathing heavily, I told her, “You’re gonna make me cum soon.”I could hear the smile in her voice as she quickly asked, “How soon?”“Real soon,” I groaned.Giddily, she demanded, “When?”In between gasps for air, I breathed out, “Right … about …”By telling her that, I had expected that she might back her face away from me, or at least be ready to remove her hand. Instead, what met my utterance of “now” was an entirely different sensation on my cock. I opened my eyes just in time to see her mouth descend upon my cock … at the exact moment that my orgasm erupted.“Ohh FUCKKK!!!” The loud groan fled from my lips as thick spurts of pent-up cum suddenly painted the back of my mother-in-law’s hungry throat. Unlike her daughter, she dutifully gulped down and swallowed my entire load.When I eventually finished, she slowly detached her mouth and sat up, smiling wide and wiping her mouth. “Sorry about that, but I figured it’d be best to swallow the evidence,” she said coyly. “That being said, I’m gonna run inside quick and get a soda … we can’t have your wife smelling your cum on my breath when she gets home.”+++ two days later +++Nothing more was spoken about that taboo event, or even acknowledged, over the next 48 hours. In fact, Helen acted so normal and nonchalant around me that it seemed as if nothing had happened at all. I started questioning whether or not that poolside encounter had actually taken place, or if it was just an extended part of my dream.Two days later, though, when my wife was out of the house again for a brief work appointment and our kids were still at school, I was given definitive confirmation that it had not been a dream.I was sitting in the corner chair in our bedroom, working on my laptop, when Helen poked her head in and told me she was going to take a shower. That was nothing unusual; with only one shower in our house, we typically notified each other when we were doing that.
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