Ann On The Road Pt. 02

Part Two: Adventures at the Inn

The Inn of the Stub-Tailed Cat.

We drove in silence for awhile, a silence interrupted occasionally by Ann giving me directions to the Inn. In spite of the day's outrageous events at the restaurant and the bridge, and in spite of the fact that I was happily married to Ann's daughter, when I looked at my mother in law in the dim light of the car's dashboard, all I really wanted to do was pull over and fuck her silly. Those thoughts and her delicate fragrance gave me a hard-on and I had to adjust my slacks for comfort. Ann noticed, of course, and instead of smiling, seemed, suddenly, more than a little irritated. "You fucking men! The sight of a little leg and the whiff of an old broad's perfume makes all your peckers rise." she huffed and pulled her short skirt farther down.

"Well, excuse me, Mom," I said to deliberately irritate her even more. "You were the bitch in heat at the restaurant today begging for some male attention, were you not?"

"Fuck you, Mark! That was...that was....oh, just forget it, you will never understand!"

"Oh, I see....and I'll never understand your little charade at the bridge either?, you cunt!" I spat. "You were practically begging me to take charge of your hot little ass...which I did very well, by the way!"

"Just drop it, why don't you? We are almost there."

"Yeah? Well maybe I'll just skip this little place and head home...I'm suddenly not in the mood for any more of your delightful company."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ann raise her hand.

"If that hand so much as even touches me, you'll be walking your hot little ass all the way home!"

She froze and then slowly lowered her hand to her lap.

"Fuck you, you asshole!" she whispered fiercely, glaring sullenly.

My woody had faded in this surprising interplay but a dark thought now lept up in its place and I pulled over, stopped the car, and looked at my bitchy mother in law.

"Ann?"

"What?"

"Look at me."

"Aw, fuck you!"

"I said...look at me!" I commanded.

She shook her head at first but then slowly obeyed.

"Swak! Swak!" I slapped her on both cheeks with hard stinging slaps.

Her eyes opened wide in surprise but instead of attacking me, or running away, as a normal woman's response might have, she gasped and turned her head away and then just sat there, quietly holding her hands tightly in her lap. I, however, did not miss the fleeting expression of lust that had briefly contorted her face ending with a slight curl of her lips before she quickly contrived an appearance of contrition, including real tears. I thought so! Her sudden unexplained irritability was actually the ploy of a submissive for some "attention" from the one who is dominating her. "Ann."

Silence.

"Ann?" I said softly with no malice.

"What?" she whispered still crying.

"I can't do what you want without Becca's permission.....Do you understand?"

"What the hell are you talking about? I just got a little out of hand and you slapped me. That's all it was...so fuck you anyway!"

"Swak!" I slapped her hard again.

Her hands did not move but her knuckles tightened and whitened. Tears flowed more freely and, once more, the lust that swept over her features was unmistakable. This time I also noticed something else in her glistening eyes shedding large hot tears from their curled lashes, involuntary gratitude. I reached for her hands but she turned away. I took her by the shoulders and turned her back towards me and smiled. I loosened her hands from her lap and held them, looking calmly into her eyes when she finally raised her head.

"I love my wife, Ann. Please understand me. You may not speak to me that way ever again without getting a harsh response even if it has to wait until we are alone. If you want more from me than that then Becca has to clearly understand and approve."

"But this is so humiliating....so...private!" and my mother in law wept crocodile tears. "She'll go absolutely ballistic! You've seen her."

I held Ann close until her weeping finally eased and soaking my shoulder in the process.

"Well, I'll leave it up to you to be the one to tell her but you've got to admit that your relationship with her is a bit out on the edge anyway...just a bit." and she laughed and then kissed me on the neck patting my penis through my slacks.

"OK, but can we still eat at the Inn? I'll be good, more than good. I promise I'll be the Date of the Year!" and she smothered my hands with kisses.

"OK, OK! We'll go. Sheesh...take it easy!"

"Thank you, thank you!"

As I eased back onto the road Ann wiped away her tears and then turned her attentions to primping and fussing with her dissolved and smeared makeup...again. I noticed she spent quite some time with her rouge to match her slap-reddened cheeks. I loved to watch a woman do herself up and kept one eye on the road and one eye on Ann. She was a looker and I soon had another huge hard-on from the brief beaver shots that she was unintentionally beaming my way. She noticed this one too and spoke through the mane of hair dangling over her arm that she was brushing out.

"Maybe we'll take care of that "little" problem later?! Did I ever confess that I am a true 'size queen'? I lost track of how many batteries I burned out thinking about your primal organ after that first night at my place!" she laughed and returned to her work finishing just as my car crunched into the Inn's gravely drive. I tried Becca on the cell phone one more time but my wife still wasn't home.

"Ready?"

"Ready, son."

The Inn of the Three-Toed Cat was a recently refurbished Victorian mansion complete with onion-domed turrets, multicolored gingerbread trim, and a long wrap-around porch, complete with swings and deck chairs. The amply endowed hostess made sure to bend low and smile sweetly as she gathered our drink menus then led us into the dining room, her ass twitching slightly under her loose gingham skirt. Did I see a knowing wink directed at Ann just before our hostess, Cathy, turned? Probably not, I was just tired from the driving is all.

"Bitch!" whispered Ann.

"Aren't you all?" I whispered back and she pinched me hard on the biceps.

The sexy hostess was no match for Ann though and there was simply no contest when my mother in law got it in gear. Ann was gorgeous all made up and her big ass was wrapped so tightly in that black miniskirt that it swayed like a metronome below her long shiny hair and bouncing jiggling tits. She radiated a sensual femininity that made all the men gasp so hard that they created a slight breeze in the room...just kidding but her ass in motion definitely beckoned to the wilder side of life. You could practically hear all the cocks in the room stand up and crow! Heads continued to lock on her and turn in progressive sequence as we were directed to our table in a dark corner by a large beveled glass window. "Your waiter is Paul and he will be with you momentarily." smiled our hostess and twitched away but the men ignored her and kept leering at my mother in law.

"Do you ever get used to it?" I asked and opened my menu.

"Get used to what?"

"You know...the staring!"

"Oh that!" she laughed and tossed her hair jiggling her big boobs some more, absolutely delighting the enthralled men in the room but only succeeding in irritating their women. "Fuck 'em!! Let 'em stare! Frankly, I love the attention! I am a bit of an exhibitionist, as you might remember." she smiled and winked slyly casually placing a hand on my thigh under the long linen tablecloth. We both laughed.

Paul showed up then and noticed Ann's hand still in place and smiled and asked us what we would like to drink.

"Long Island Tea." announced Ann.

"Hmmm. The same."

Almost instantaneously our drinks appeared, vanished, and were soon followed by another. The combined alcohol quickly relaxed us and soon we openly flirted as we chatted into the buzz. We didn't have to order our meal, as it turned out, because the Inn only serves one thing, grilled t-bone steaks with a preceding tossed salad and chocolate frosted brownies for dessert. I asked Ann about this curious singularity and she said simply, "Why mess with a good thing? And, besides, these brownies are the best in the state and only I have managed to attain the recipe."

"Oh? How'd you manage that? Sleep with the owner?" I teased seriously.

"Well...actually, it was the chef!" she winked naughtily and let her hand drift higher on my leg where she tickled my balls. I didn't move it away enjoying my mother in laws light caress.

"One more?" said Paul appearing from nowhere.

"Plenty here, thanks!"

"Same here!" chimed Ann directly squeezing my balls as the waiter discreetly wrote on his pad.

Alone again, Ann sat back in her chair and replaced her fingers on my crotch with the bare sole of her right foot.

"Bet Becca hasn't ever done this with you!" she teased as her toes did a little dance.

"Actually, she has, Ann, in our hometown Mom and Pop place." I replied and slid my hand up her leg to her knee and then her sleek thigh. The alcohol was doing its thing and I was getting a little tipsy, and horny.

"It's about time you showed some active interest!" Ann said wriggling her ass closer and opening her legs so that I could reach higher. "I'm impressed with my daughter. She can still surprise me from time to time."

"Yeah, and she wasn't drunk either."

"Oh, I'm far from drunk and I don't need booze to do...this!"

My mother in law quickly withdrew her foot and then slid her ass even farther forward giving me a quick damp feel before she slowly disappeared under the tablecloth. I quickly looked around the room but by now the other patrons had their attention on their dinner, not us. I felt Ann grip my zipper and slowly tug it downwards. Lifting the tablecloth slightly I watched my mother in law struggling to fish out my hard cock and then smile.

"I almost forgot what a monster you pack!" she whispered in her high pitched voice and then attacked it with her mouth, trying her best to stuff all 10 inches in. I couldn't believe it and let the cloth fall back into place as she noisily sucked and gagged, jacked and licked me to a steely hardness.

Our waiter showed up with some drinks at a nearby table pretending not to notice the lusty sounds of her hot blowjob coming from under our table. "Enjoy!" he said to the other guests but with a wink my way. He walked off grinning broadly.

"Fuck, Ann! He almost saw us! They can hear you! And...your heels are sticking out from under the cloth!" I hissed reaching under the cloth, trying to prize her mouth loose.

"POP!" was so loud as her lips slid free that I looked around to see if anyone heard us. No one seemed to notice and the couple near us, even if they had heard, remained carefully focused on their drinks, and their conversation.

Ann gasped for breath briefly and then swallowed me again bobbing her head furiously up and down. I yanked her loose again and she laughed and then slowly returned to her seat with a delightful leering look of lust on her face dabbing at the corners of her mouth with her napkin. With some difficulty I tucked myself back in. We drank in silence for awhile until we both started laughing at our little secret.

"You were just about ready to cum, you know."

"I know! I know!"

"I love a little hot cock cream for an appetizer!" she teased. "Bet my daughter never did that in a restaurant!" she laughed and returned her foot to my crotch.

"Ah, no....she never has....not with me anyway..." and we laughed.

With impeccable timing our food showed up and, good as the salad was, the steak was a treasure, seasoned and grilled to perfection and dripping flavorful juice with each bite. Ann and I relished each bite of the beef and then finished off our drinks while waiting for dessert. The owner appeared in the room cruising from table to table asking the diners if had enjoyed the meal. He soon showed up at ours and graciously kissed my mother in law's hand holding her gaze for a tad longer than was socially customary.

"Ann, it has been quite awhile since you have come to see us. People have been asking about you. And who is this young man that you are trying to corrupt tonight?" he laughed patting my shoulder.

My mother in law introduced us. At my request he sat down and told me how the Inn got its name. Turns out a stray feline showed up, limping, on their steps one brutally cold winter day, cowering in the lee of the wind. The owner's wife, Helen, took pity on the wretched animal and let it in. The cat sniffed at the open door for a moment and slowly walked in. Once in it looked them over closely, and assured of no danger, immediately turned and jumped up into the sunny bay window and lay there warming itself and licking its fur until it fell sound asleep.

Their new cat slept there everyday all that winter. The owners had noticed that part of its tail was missing, presumably from frostbite, but who can tell? Well, the regulars at the Inn noticed the cat in residence, of course, and when they found out about its tail started referring to their place as the Inn of the Stub-Tailed Cat.

The name stuck. While the owner continued to talk I felt my attention wander to some concern about my wife not being home and then to contemplations about her nonsensical jealousy of her mother. "Uh oh, I've bored your young date, Ann. Please forgive this old fool for talking too much."

He got up and kissed Ann's hand again, said goodbye to me, and then moved on to other tables.

"I'd better call Becca again...I'll be right back."

"Would you just forget about her? I'm sure she is OK and, besides, here comes our waiter with our dessert. Wait until you taste these brownies!"

"Well, OK....but then I must call her right after."

The brownies looked luscious. They were coated with a thick chocolate demiglace and sprinkled with what looked like cinnamon. I tried a little taste of the frosting. Yes, it was cinnamon and....something else...and damn good! I took a bite of the brownie and then quickly devoured the rest.

"Damn! That was excellent, Ann!" I enthused as my mother in law continued to eat away at hers, obviously relishing each little chocolatey morsel.

"And what did I tell you? Absolutely the best brownies in Iowa!"

"There was something in them I couldn't quite place, some spice that reminded me of....something...somewhere...Oh well, it was great! And the aftertaste is great too, it's still lingering on my tongue."

"Yeah, these little wonders are renowned for their after-effect, er...I meant their taste. Quite remarkable!"

"Well, I think it is time to head home. Today been fun, and wild, and weird, and delicious, but all good things have to come an end." I said carrying on some and started to feel a little dizzy, woozy... more like, and even numb around the lips. "I don't think I had that much to drink but maybe I did." I thought to myself and chuckled. Whatever the amount of alcohol I had imbibed I was definitely feeling more than a little randy right now and my mother in law was steadily looking more and more like a very feminine piece of ass ready to be sampled and devoured. The envy of the other men in the room still gawking at Ann was practically tangible.

By the time the bill arrived in it's little black plastic credit card holder I was feeling almost giddy but wanted to hit the road anyway so I could get just home and screw my wife's brain out all night long! She wouldn't know what hit her but really wouldn't care after her second crashing orgasm on my dancing tongue. My aching cock was becoming a problem as we rose to pay the bill out front.

Ann giggled when she noticed my predicament and maneuvered her sexy ass so she was pressing against me. Then we walked out that way. Her swaying ass just made the problem worse but thank god the dining room was almost empty. I fished for my wallet at the antique register while a smiling Ann held her position. Tearing my eyes away from Ann's ass I glanced out the window and noticed that the parking lot was still full.

"Their cars are still here but where is everybody?" I asked the hostess catching a glimpse of Ann holding her finger to her lips, which she quickly hid, while I handed over a credit card.

"Oh, after a big meal some of our guests just like to walk near the river or just stay the night in one of our rooms. How about you two? Need a room?" she winked with a leering smile noticing my mother in law slightly massaging my front with her big ass.

"Not tonight, I've got to get home, to my wife." I hastily added.

"Whatever you say, sir!"

Outside, I expected the cool fresh air to immediately clear my head....but that wasn't the case.

The Parking Lot

We walked, staggered actually, separately this time, to my car. I had to lean on the hood to catch my breath. I felt like I was walking through mud and carrying a heavy load of bricks.

"What the hell? I'm used to drinking so that's not it. Shit! And...what is that strange sound over there by the river? Almost sounds like a little ruckus." I said watching the stars wheel in the sky above the overhanging trees just before I became sick to my stomach. "Yeah, it's a ruckus alright!" Ann smirked under her breath but then spun around and retched into the unfortunate bushes beside us.

"That should do it. Maybe I'll feel better now. You sick too, Ann? Maybe it was the food."

"Well, it is probably the food but not in the way you are thinking." she managed, vomited again, and then started giggling.

"What?...Ha, ha, ha, ha...." I joined in and couldn't stop.

We sagged into the car and I fished out my phone to call and felt my head still spinning and a strange, yet familiar, warmth surge through my body while I tried to dial and then I tossed my cookies again out the open window.

"What the hell?...Ha, ha, hee, ho...Oh No!!! Is this what I think it is??...ha, ha, ha!"

Ann was doubled over with laughter beside me but stopped for a moment and just nodded her head.

"Fuck me!...ha, ha, ha....those weren't just plain brownies were they?...ha, ha, ha..."

"Hee, hee, hee, hee...." Ann tittered like a little school girl.

"Hash....those were hash brownies...hee, hee, ho!" and I felt the first really strong rush of the night sweep over me.

My mother in law just pointed at her nose and laughed, completely out of control.

"Oh...oh...hee, hee, hash...and...and...hee, hee, hee!..."

"Hee, ho, hah, ha....and what, Ann?...ha, ha, ha!..."

"Just a tad" and she held up her thumb and finger together measuring an invisible something, "just a...hee, hee, hee...eansy tad of...hee, hee...opium!...Fuck!...hee, hee, hee, hee!..."

We clung to each other as I managed to fish some mouthwash out of the glove box that I kept for traveling. We shared a big capful, laughing hilariously at our efforts to rinse and spit. I got a little on Ann's blouse and offered to clean it for her but when I slid a tissue over her rounded breasts I felt my laughter launch immediately into a powerful horniness.

"Ann...I....Mom...I..."

"Just go with the flow, Mark!" she urged sensing my state and suddenly was as serious as me sliding her slim hand into my pocket and around my stiffening cock.

I put my hands on the neckline of her blouse and over her bra straps and then just tore them from her body. I felt half human as I pushed the remaining clinging shreds of lace aside and mauled her big knockers. Ann gasped in surprise but then rose to her knees and shoved her taut nipples into my face and started tearing at my trousers until she freed what she was looking for.

"In the back, in the back, in the back" she whispered as I started kissing her hotly and fingering her under her skirt. She simply oozed hot pussy juice.