Mistake, Repentance

As the maiden lay moaning, with her head and elbows on the mattress, and I lay gently on her back I started to get some clarity back, since my intense orgasm had temporarily put my mind into a fog. After about five minutes, as my cock was almost flaccid enough to easily withdraw, my mind clicked about what "wasn't right!"

The tits were too big!

After I completely withdrew I turned the maiden over carefully. She was still at least somewhat in a state of delirium as I completely pulled off her bra and moved her top well above her tits.

Eleanor has what I believe are perky B-cup breasts, and they definitely are east-west. These breasts were not east-west and were asymmetrical, the left one easily a D-cup and the right one a C or C+ cup.

I was in shock as I almost unconsciously played with and examined the tits to make sure that I wasn't hallucinating. I could feel the maiden gaining cognizance so I slowly but purposefully removed her hood.

The blinking intense blue eyes adjusted to the light and once they stopped blinking I knew immediately who it was -- Juliette!

I think that I muttered "What the fuck," a couple of times while I straddled her, but I wasn't really able to articulate any coherent sentence. Juliette stared up and me with an expression that was an odd combination of fear and contentment. I think that the first words out of her mouth were "Thank you Cam -- that was wonderful."

Yeah -- it was wonderful until I saw who it was. "What the fuck is going on," was now bouncing around in my head like a pinball.

My memory is hazy about exactly what transpired, but I somehow got out of bed, put my boxers and shorts back on, and stumbled out of the cabin in a daze. I know that Juliette was calling after me, but I have no recollection of what she said, and probably wasn't listening even as she said it. I aimlessly wandered around in the woods, not even taking note of what direction I was going in, for a good twenty minutes before I sat down on a stump to think.

My brain was muddled but after a while I finally pieced together what I thought happened. Eleanor had tried to solve her sister's problem by without telling me putting me out to stud. Many emotions stormed through me like the Amazon after a deluge; they included rage, puzzlement, chagrin, a feeling of betrayal, and -- unfortunately -- lust.

Yes, lust!

I tried hard to put out of my mind how spectacular the activities leading up to the three sperm deposits I made in my sister-in-law's vagina were; it was hard to do. Sometimes I would think "Most guys would give their left nut for their wife to allow them to fuck something as hot as Juliette," but then that would be followed by another bout of rage, and a feeling of betrayal.

After a passage of time that my watch said was more than an hour -- hard to believe because my mind was so preoccupied -- I finally realized that I wasn't going to figure this out quickly. I was basically lost, but had GPS on my phone so after another thirty minutes or so I found myself back at the cabin.

When I got back to the cabin the family was eating lunch and the kids were happy to see me. Eleanor was white as a ghost, and tried to smile; fortunately she was apprehensive about approaching me because I don't know if I would have blown my top in front of my kids and in-laws if she did. I ate little -- I didn't have much of an appetite -- and then remembered that I had promised to take the kids fishing. As the kids, my father-in-law Frank, and I started walking toward the lake I saw Samantha hurrying into the cabin after Eleanor. Samantha is very perceptive and would want to know why Eleanor was white as a ghost and hadn't greeted me with a big hug, and I wondered if Eleanor would tell her the real story.

Showing my kids how to fish was a great distraction, especially when my little girl yelled "Daddy, Grandpa, I caught a shark!" It actually was a sunfish, not a shark (ha, ha), but the joy it brought was worth much more than catching a 20 foot Great White. After I distracted my little boy while Frank put a minnow on his hook, the fishing trip was a great success, and we returned to the cabin.

Fortunately, the rest of the time there we were busy with getting packed for the trip back, and even more fortunately Frank and Samantha were travelling with us so Eleanor and I didn't have to talk about the 800 pound gorilla in the SUV. It was obvious from Samantha's happy banter that Eleanor had told her everything, and that she was trying to keep things light -- which I appreciated.

After we dropped off Frank and Samantha and put the kids to bed Eleanor broached the subject. "I know that you're upset Cam, but this was really important to Juliette."

"So that's the criteria, then, not my feelings," I snapped.

"Recently Juliette had Darren's seminal fluid tested without his knowledge and he has a very low sperm count. While it is possible he could conceive a baby, it's very unlikely; and Juliette and Mom both like you so much that you should be honored that they want you to be the biological father of Juliette's child."

"So if it's such a great honor why didn't you talk to me about it?" I snapped again.

"We didn't think that you'd agree," Eleanor responded, at least having the decency to look a little contrite.

"So instead you decided for me; in actuality it was a rape since Juliette had sex with me without my consent!" I huffed.

Then Eleanor made a big mistake with her next comments.

"Oh don't be so melodramatic," she snickered, "millions of married men would love for their wife to consent to them having sex with a hot younger woman."

I stopped dead in my tracks and stared intently at her. "So I should be happy that I was betrayed by you putting me out to stud without my knowledge; well maybe your next husband will be one of the millions of men happy to have sex with hot young Juliette," I replied in such a cold manner that Eleanor actually shivered. With that I turned, walked into the guest bedroom, and locked the door.

Eleanor started rapping on the door, not loud enough to wake up the kids, pleading that she was sorry for being so insensitive, and I even heard a few sobs before I turned on the TV in the guest room and put headphones on. I really don't remember what the people on the TV were droning on about, because my mind was still in turmoil. When I was certain that Eleanor was gone I turned off the TV, stripped, and despite how troubled I was fell into an emotionally exhausted sleep.

*************

Things were not pleasant around the Wilton household that week. I was sullen, Eleanor was constantly on edge, and we communicated only when necessary for child care or other essential duties. While I didn't much feel like partying, friends of ours were having a cookout, with kids, Saturday afternoon, so we went there. The hosts also knew Darren and Juliette so they were there too. Juliette looked as nervous as a long tailed cat in a rocking chair factory.

Saturday night Eleanor begged me to come back to the master bedroom to sleep but I told her "I still need some time to process things. I'll reach some sort of conclusion by the end of the next week."

That brought a tear to her eye, but she didn't push it.

Sunday morning Eleanor said "I know that working out helps you think. I'll take the kids over to Juliette's house and you can work out to your heart's content. We'll be back in about four hours."

I kissed the kids goodbye, then went upstairs to change into workout clothes. I had just a pair of exercise shorts and a tank top on when the doorbell rang. Barefoot I went downstairs to see who it was. It was Samantha in a short yellow sundress, with makeup on, nervously wringing her hands on her purse.

"Hi Samantha," I said, trying to force a smile. I had always -- at her insistence -- called her Samantha since we first met. "What's up?"

"I...I was wondering...uh...if we could talk for a while; if I wouldn't be disturbing you?" she stammered.

"About what?" I deadpanned, but then after a few seconds delay put her out of her misery and said "Sure, come right in. Would you like something to drink?"

"I'd like a fifth of bourbon, but lemonade would be just fine," she said trying to smile.

I got us both lemonades and we sat in chairs next to each other in the kitchen.

Samantha didn't delay in getting to the point. She, Juliette, and Eleanor were so desperate because Juliette was almost psycho in her desire to have a kid, Darren would likely never get the job done, and they couldn't afford artificial insemination even if they could do it behind Darren's back. "As you know I've always thought the world of you, Cam, and Juliette does too, and when Eleanor told me about your fun sexual games and quests I suggested the ruse," she said.

That was news to me; to make sure that I hadn't misheard I said "You were the one to suggest it?"

"Yes, first to Eleanor, and with Eleanor's enthusiastic agreement then to Juliette, who cried she was so excited," Samantha replied.

After she said a few more things -- I wasn't hearing well because her revelation was fucking with my mind -- she put her hand on mine and said "Cam, Eleanor, Juliette, and I will do anything to make this right."

With that my head snapped up. It was almost like something primeval had infiltrated my brain when I stared into her face, noticing the perfectly applied makeup, and at her prodigious tits straining the top of her yellow sundress.

"You'd do anything?" I asked staring into her eyes that were as intensely blue as Juliette's.

The way I said it took her back some, but after a delay she did nod her head "Yes."

I pulled her up off of her seat and said "OK; take off your clothes."

"What!" she exclaimed. "I...I...can't do that."

"You said 'anything;' now take off your clothes."

"Uh Cam, please..." she stammered but I interrupted her.

"Not only did you deceive me with the help of your daughters now you're apparently lying to me; you said 'anything.' Now take off your fucking clothes or take the chance of me kicking Eleanor to the curb and telling Darren about your fucking plot!" I shouted.

With her lips quivering Samantha pulled her sundress over her head, revealing a matching purple sheer bra and panty set. "The bra and panties too," I snarled.

Samantha hesitated before undoing her bra which fell to the floor revealing as nice a pair of tits as probably any fifty year old woman in the world has, and then she pulled down her panties but covered her crotch with her hands.

"Put your hands at your sides; you've got nothing to be ashamed of, you're a plasma hot woman," I snarled, emphasizing the "plasma hot."

She reluctantly put her hands at her sides while her face turned bright crimson. Then, doing an Incredible Hulk imitation I literally ripped off my tank top and threw it aside while staring into her eyes. Then while continuing my stare I said "Now pull down my shorts and see what your plasma hot body has done to me."

After a good 30 second hesitation, she approached me, got on her knees, and pulled down my shorts, almost getting hit in the face with my steel hard proudly upstanding cock. She gasped when she saw it, lightly touched it, and then pulled her hand away like she had just touched a rattlesnake.

I pulled her up off her knees, lifted her into my arms, and started carrying her upstairs.

"What are you doing, Cam?" she rhetorically asked as I ascended the stairs two at a time I was so pumped with adrenaline.

"I'm going to fuck you until I rid myself of all of my frustration, anger, and feelings of betrayal, that's what," I snarled.

Samantha incantated "No, you can't; it's not right..." as I pushed the guest room door open with my foot and then dropped her on the bed.

Samantha knew that resistance was futile since I was eighty pounds heavier than and four times as strong as she was, but I could see her mind working behind her eyes. From the way she lay on the bed it was clear that she was going to try the "limp fish" technique so that it wouldn't be very enjoyable for me. I laughed to myself "Let's see how that works for you, bitch," as I went down on her like a possessed demon.

Samantha didn't react to all ten of my fingers, my lips, and tongue, abusing every part of her crotch; that is she didn't react for a full ten seconds. Then the moans and groans started; then she started moving her fingers through my hair; then within two minutes flat from the first time my tongue flicked her clit she had a massive orgasm. I found out that my mother-in-law was a screamer when as she writhed in orgasm she let out a shriek loud enough to wake the dead and almost pulled my hair out at the same time.

I gave Samantha only a few seconds to recover, and then I went after her honeypot again. After her third orgasm she begged me "Please no more; my circuits are fried; I can't take it;" at least I think that's what she said, but she was panting and moaning so loudly I couldn't be sure. In any event my cock was in desperate need of relief, so I backed off, lifted her calves onto my shoulders, and then unceremoniously stuffed my meat into her quivering wet pussy.

I was surprised when by penetration alone Samantha was wracked with yet another orgasm, but I didn't let up. I pounded her like she was a three dollar whore while at the same time mauling her ponderous mammaries. I was ready to blow faster than at any time since I was a horny teenager, but apparently Samantha was world class when it came to multiple orgasms because as I injected a full load of jism into her pulsating pussy she came again with such ferocity that I'm sure that she scratched the hell out of my back.

As I kept my cock in place in my mother-in-law's womb while coming down from my sexual nirvana, I was hit by more frequent, and powerful, orgasmic aftershocks than at any other time in my life. That may have been at least partially due to Samantha occasionally squeezing my cock with her pc muscles, and me continuing to fondle the magnificent orbs on her chest. At last I went flaccid and extricated my cock from her honeypot. Then I was the one to be surprised.

I had no sooner pulled my cock out of her warm inviting hole and dropped down next to her on the bed when she turned, shoved my deflated cock into her mouth, and sucked and licked all of the juices off of it while simultaneously massaging my balls. Once my cock was clean and even starting to come to life a little she backed off.

"You're an animal," she said while staring up at the ceiling.

"And you're a fuck for the ages," I snarled as I held her chin and turned her face toward me and passionately kissed her on the lips.

After a good five minutes of tongue wrestling I backed off; she snarled "Now that you've had your way with me, can I please leave?"

"I'm not done with you by a long shot," I snarled back. "Next on the agenda is fucking those marvels on your chest." She looked perplexed. "Never had a titty fuck before?" I chuckled.

"I thought that those were fake; only simulated in porn movies," she snapped back.

"I'm no porn star, but I do enjoy titty fucking and haven't had one since the last time that Eleanor was pregnant and she went from a B cup to a D," I chuckled.

I was so excited by the prospect of an awesome titty fuck that my cock was starting to harden as I jumped out of bed, went to the guest washroom, and returned with a tube of lubricant. As Samantha wordlessly looked on I lathered up the valley between her ponderous tits with lubricant. By the time that I completed that pleasant task my cock was hard, so I lubricated it too and then straddled my mother-in-law and inserted my meat between her mounds. "Push your tits together," I growled. When she complied I started stroking.

I have to say that Samantha's soft lubricated tits had the perfect amount of turgidity, and I was so charged up by just the concept of fucking my mother-in-law's tits that I was in ecstasy. When I looked from Samantha's nipples to her face and saw that her eyes were closed, her lips in an "O," and that she was enjoying this as much as I was, with a growl I came on her chest and chin. To my further surprise my ejaculation apparently triggered a climax of her own since she screamed, shivered, and went limp.

After languishing a few minutes with my dripping cock still in contact with her tits a great sense of fatigue came over me. I dismounted, laid next to Samantha, and pulled her to me chest-to-chest, not caring that my cum was smashing into my skin along with her nipples. I know that I passed out, and I'm sure that she did too.

It was probably a good half hour before I rallied and got my second (or was it third) wind. I kissed Samantha into awareness. With a half-smile she looked at me and said "I thought it was a myth that a woman can orgasm from a titty fuck, but you sure disproved that stud."

I smiled, kissed her again, and said "We're both covered with bodily fluids; let's shower."

I hopped out of bed and lifted her still almost limp body up and carried her into the guest bathroom. Fortunately the shower stall is oversized. Once I got the water running lukewarm I helped her into the shower and then lovingly washed her off. She returned the favor washing me off, but spent an inordinate amount of time on my cock and testicles. Her manipulations and my brain stimulation from looking at her consummate body caused my male member to start to salute.

We had barely dried off by the time that I had Samantha on her hands and knees on the guest room bed and was licking and fingering her pussy from behind. She was now past the point of protest, and was mumbling a series of "Oh yeses," and slightly shaking her bulbous ass back and forth. I had another surprise for her -- a small vibrator that I had surreptitiously pulled from the nightstand.

I penetrated Samantha's moist pussy with my now proud cock and started stroking. She started pulsating her pc muscles while moaning in sync with my inward thrusts. Once I had a good rhythm going I slowly inserted the thin lubricated vibrator into her ass. She complained and tried to expel it at first, but I was buried deep in her pussy and held firmly onto a tit as I inserted the invading object. Once it was in place she stopped fidgeting.

As I stroked, once I could feel her approaching a crescendo, I turned the vibrator on. It was like she had stuck her finger in an electric socket. She spasmed, clamped her pussy on my cock seemingly trying to strangle it, and let out a primordial screech. Once I ejaculated into her, while the vibrator was still energizing both of our sex parts, I felt her go completely limp. At that point I turned the vibrator off and slowly removed it from her asshole, causing her entire pelvic region to involuntarily tremor.

I removed my wilting cock from her fabulous pussy, and then spooned my mother-in-law, gently massaging her tits as I lay next to her.

When I felt Samantha starting to show signs of life, I turned her toward me so that we were face-to-face. She opened her eyes, was able to evoke a exhausted grin, and then said "I hate you, you know."

"Why is that?" I asked as I played with her hair with one hand, and a nipple with the other.

"How am I ever going to enjoy sex with Frank again after what you did to me today, frying every circuit in my body and brain, and apparently removing my spine?"

"We did have fun, didn't we?" I grinned.

"Understatement of the decade," she mumbled under her breath, and then snapped "Bastard," before kissing me on the lips.

After we lay face-to-face stroking each other a while longer she turned serious. "You are going to forgive Eleanor, Juliette, and me, aren't you? You promised."

"I keep my promises," I said. "In fact if you want we can both go over to Juliette's right now and tell Eleanor and Juliette that things are back to normal. I'm going to tell them that you convinced me to get things back on track so if they ask you how you did it you better have a ready response -- one besides 'I fucked his brains out.'"