Sleeping Arrangements Ch. 02

My mother-in-law was diddling herself... right in front of us!

Candy repeated the whisper a bit louder, but still I couldn't hear. Linda's hips rocked involuntarily. Candy repeated it again, Linda's joy deepened yet again.

"Mommy," Candy repeated the whisper, this time loud enough for me to hear as she was climbing to her feet.

Seeing Candy's red striped crotch, now hovering above the bed, Linda abandoned the self gratification and pushed her upper torso closer to take advantage. With her right hand palming the Candy's backside, Linda pulled her daughter in and planted a kiss near the top stripe.

"Ooooh mommy! This is so yucky, mommy. Why are you doing this to me, mommy? What will daddy think, mommy," Candy teased. She had discovered a button and her mom was loving it.

Linda lowered the top of Candy's panties, exposing a light, dirty blond patch of hair. Linda kissed it hungrily, even licking it pointlessly. Then she tugged down further in the front, exposing the top of Candy's triangle folds. Linda cranked her neck and pushed Candy's backside in even more.

The older woman stilled to complete calm, brow furrowed in concentration. Candy breathed in deeply. Linda's face was pressed in too tightly for me to see what was happening.

"Yea, wow. Ok, that feels really nice, mom," Candy said seriously, totally forgetting the whole 'mommy' teasing bit. After a moment, Candy added: "Oh my gosh. Seriously. That feels really good, mom."

From the angle, Linda could only be working the very top. But Candy was deeply enjoying the effort. After a moment, I stopped clicking and just watched.

Finally Candy decided she needed to stop. She shook her hips playfully and stepped back, hooking a thumb in the same place her mom had been tugging down. Then she spun around, leaned forward as if she was going to pick something up, and shook her ass in the older woman's face.

It was a tease, the appropriate reaction might have been an appreciative smile. But Linda was so far gone that she just stared dumbly, mesmerized. Candy straightened up, hooked her other thumb under the panties just above her crack, and slowly pushed down at the back and front. She wiggled from side to side, as if working to remove the panties.

"Do you like my bottom, mommy," she teased.

Linda was beginning to recover. Now she smiled and returned, "Yes, sweetie. Mommy likes your little bum bum."

Candy stepped out of her knickers, then took her time leaning over to pick them up. By the time I remembered the camera, she was already standing back up.

"Wait, wait! Can you do that again," I begged darting around the far side of the bed.

"Yes, please do, sweetie," Linda added with a laugh.

Candy parted her feet even more before leaning over.

"How about this, mommy," Candy asked, cupping both cheeks and spreading.

Linda gasped.

"Oh my God, I can't believe you just... I can't believe I'm sitting right here and you're just... Oh, what on earth are we doing? Oh Jesus, sweetie. I'm going to get struck by lightning! I'm such a bad person, what am I doing?"

In that moment, as Linda experienced this sudden attack of conscious, I caught a beautiful picture: a mom, in her little girl's marital bed, wearing only a pair of panties, ass in the air unceremoniously, back of her head to me; a daughter, completely nude, bent over and spreading her ass wide, mere inches from dear old mom's face.

"Oh, come on mommy," Candy crooned sadly, barely stifling a giggle. "This is what you want isn't it?" Candy backed up until she was on her mom's face. Linda turned away, Candy rubbed her butt on side of her mom's face. "What's wrong, mommy? Do you still love me, mommy?"

Candy grinned an upside down shit eating grin at me, hair hanging down to the floor. "Here's your little porn shot, honey. Happy?"

"Oh yeah," I answered very enthusiastically, then indicated her mom. "But I think we just lost somebody."

Candy had moved forward. Now Linda snooted her nose in the air, eyes closed, in an attempt to look dignified. Candy backed up, burying her mom's nose in a wet pussy. Linda, laughing, backed off in surprise.

Candy moved forward again, this time releasing her cheeks. Still upside-down, but now looking at her mom with soft eyes, she asked, "Seriously, mom. Are you ok? Did I weird you out? Do you want to stop?"

Linda hesitated, thinking.

Ah shit. Come on people! You gotta be kidding me.

"I'm fine," Linda finally answered, quietly. "That was just such a dirty pose. I know you are an adult, you're married, and clearly you do grown up things. But you're still my little girl. Maybe it sounds ridiculous after all the gross stuff I've done... but that was just so unladylike, it really bothered me. I have this vision of you in pigtails, playing in the back yard." Linda paused, seeming to picture what she was saying. "Yes, I guess it 'weirded me out' or whatever."

Candy was now standing upright facing her mom, arms crossed to cover her boobs.

"That pose was just so unladylike. I don't want to think of you that way. Ever. Married or not. You are not some slut," Linda finished as quietly as she began.

Candy stared down at her mom, who still had her eyes closed. Turning to the dresser, Candy picked something up, tilted her head sideways and gathered her hair, then released. Tilting her head the other way, she gathered more hair and pushed a second scrunchy on.

Turning back with a big smile, she asked seriously, "Is this better, mom."

Linda's eyes opened and she burst out laughing. It took a few moments for Linda to regain enough composure to speak. "Yes," she answered finally. "Sweet and innocent is a much better look on you than that raunchy pose! Yes, I love it. Too funny!"

Candy wiggled her shoulders, swinging her perky little breasts from side to side. The wiggle traveled down to her hips as Candy slowly turned away. Now turning her head back and forth to waggle her ponytails, Candy asked ever so sweetly, "Do you think I'm pretty mommy?"

Linda snorted with laughter.

"Yes, you are very pretty. But now you're making sound like even more of a weirdo," Linda laughed. "I'm just saying I don't want to... what are you doing? Stop! Please."

Candy's hand stopped short, halting the removal of her scrunchy. The younger woman studied her mom somberly. So she *does* like the ponytails. A slow smile formed on Candy's face. "You really think I'm pretty, mommy?"

"Yes, sweetie. You are my perfect little angel."

Candy let her eyes travel over her mom slowly. Placing her hand gently on the center of her mom's back, Candy asked innocently. "Do you think I'll be as pretty as you when I grow up?"

Linda studied her daughter, thinking hard. Finally she accepted the hand that had been dealt. "Yes, love, one day. All princesses grow up to be beautiful."

"I like your underwear, mommy," Candy said innocently. Linda wagged her bottom playfully. "Can I touch them?"

"Well, you really aren't supposed to."

A shiver went through Linda as her daughter gently traced her warm hand up to the panty line.

"Please, mommy?"

"Well, I guess," sighed Linda. Then, wiggling her bottom and stifling a laugh, she added: "But you can never tell daddy about this."

Candy shook with laughter.

"Um, yea," I inserted. "You two clowns are definitely related. Couple of weirdos."

Linda had flipped her head over to look at me, both women thought it was funny to have me be the one cringing finally.

"Sorry mom, looks like dad already busted us!"

I laughed. "Nope, I'm just a fly on the wall."

To emphasize the point, I moved to foot of the bed and snapped a few pictures of my wife tracing the outer edges of her mom's underwear.

I didn't hold anyone's interest long. Candy was gazing at her mom's butt, thoughtfully. "Ok, I won't tell him, mommy." Candy placed her hand fully on the underwear, high up, in the center, above the crack. "Why can't I tell him?"

"Well," Linda stalled, trying to think. "You know how your not really supposed to let anybody touch you down there? I'm not really supposed to let you touch me down there, either."

Linda shivered again. Candy was gingerly exploring the cotton material of her mom's underwear and, with hand spread wide, had firmly rubbed down the middle, over Linda's crotch, and to the front. She came back up, eliciting the same response from her mom when the younger woman's hand lingered on the crotch.

"You feel kind of mushy and hot right here, mommy!"

Linda giggled.

Hand back at the top, Candy slid two fingers under the waistband and rubbed the material with her thumb. "So soft! I really like your underwear, mommy."

Linda laughed again. "Ok, can we be serious for a second. Of course, the one time I take my pants off in front of you guys I'm wearing the most unsexy panties I own!" Linda shook her head with embarrassment. Even as she spoke, Candy slid her fingers across the top to Linda's left hip. "I am totally embarrassed by these old things. Believe me, I will bring a much better selection the next time I..."

"But I really do love these ones, mommy," Candy inserted, sliding her fingers back across the middle, and over the hip, stopping where her mom's stomach bunched up against her thigh. Linda arched her back up, trying to make room. It was a struggle because this is where Linda carried most of her extra weight. Nevertheless, Candy continued to push until she was around front. "Oh. Hair! Mommy, I feel your hair!"

Linda laughed.

After a moment Candy's elbow came back, hand following. Candy withdrew her fingers, inserting her fingers under the elastic of the leg hole this time. Her fingers slid slowly down, over her mom's ass, toward the wide band between the legs. Linda shivered again.

"Oh. Oh. Oh mommy, your underwear is wet and slippery here!"

Linda laughed, burying her face into mattress. Eventually Candy brought her hand back up and repeated the process on the other side.

Candy spoke again: "Mommy, I promise I won't tell anyone if you let me kiss your underwear."

"I really don't think you should do that, sweetie. Girls aren't supposed to kiss other girls in those..."

"But, m-o-om! I really want to!"

"No, honey. I'm your mom and I'm saying no."

Candy pouted for a moment. Damn, they were really taking this thing far!

"Well, I'm going to tell daddy then. I'm going to tell him you made me."

Linda started laughing uncontrollably. Candy seemed a bit irritated that her mom was breaking character again. Finally: "Ok, fine. Go ahead. Just never tell daddy. Or anybody. You have to keep this our little secret, forever and ever."

Candy didn't respond. She just climbed up on the bed behind her mom, leaned over, and kissed her mom's underwear, right in middle of the left cheek. I got a picture of it.

And I took many more as she proceeded to kiss every square inch of cloth covering her mother's backside. She was working almost like a typewriter, starting across the top, ching, back across the middle to the other side, ching, then back again. This took quite a while because the underwear was quite conservative and the tail it covered was, well, larger than it had been a few years ago. Finally she slowed when material became only 4 inches wide, just below the cheeks.

"Mommy," Candy asked very quietly, lips still on the underwear.

"Yes sweetie," Linda replied, just as quietly.

"Is it ok if I kiss your skin a little, too?"

Linda pretended to hesitate. "I suppose."

Candy's lips were at the edge of the right right leg hole. Now she simply transitioned off the material and onto her mom's under butt. Both hands came up and lifted cheeks as she kissed the ridge of ass where it met the back of the leg. Firmly and gently, she worked her way back across the material covering crotch and onto the other side of her mom's ass.

Candy leaned back a bit, studying her mom's glory, closeup. I'm pretty sure she's never had that view before.

Candy's rubbing exploration of the underwear had given her mom a camel toe. It was not terribly pronounced, but there it was... a little vertical valley of cotton, right in the middle of the crotch. The recess was darkened by dampness.

Candy leaned in and gently kissed the center of the valley, nose buried in underwear. Abruptly she leaned back out again, seeming displeased about something. Her right hand released her mom's ass, went vertical, then wedged between the cheeks, digging a huge wedge in the middle.

Linda was surprised. "Oh!"

Pleased, Candy's hand returned to raising the right cheek as she leaned back in again. Her nose deep in the now available crevice. I have the most beautiful picture of my wife, with her nose buried deeply in her mom's ass, slightly open lips pressed to the camel toe.

Candy stayed there for a long time. A very long time. It was very difficult for me to keep from reaching out and stroking my wife's pussy. I settled for taking pictures. She was perched at the foot of the bed, naked as blue jay, lower back angled, ass tilted sideways, sitting on her left foot. Her right knee was hiked up and over, angled toward her mom. This made a perfect, albeit squished, frame for the swollen folds of her vagina. I have close up that makes me want to lick the wetness right off the screen.

Candy speaking brought me back. "Mommy, is it ok if I use me tongue? I want to see if your panties taste as nice as they smell."

"Oh dear, that's not my underwear you smell. That's me, sweetheart."

"You smell really nice, mommy."

"That's very nice of you to say. But only daddy gets to use his tongue down..."

"Mommy! You let daddy lick you down here?!"

Linda pretended to be embarrassed. "Yes, sweetie. When two people are in love, they... ." Linda stopped abruptly. Then, a bit wickedly, she asked: "You like how my parts smell, sweetie?"

"Yes."

"Which parts? Can you show me?"

Candy's lips were dead in the center of her mom's pussy. She pressed a kiss in.

Linda waited. Candy pulled her nose out, lifted her chin, then planted another kiss where her nose had been.

"Oh! Daddy *never* kisses me there! He thinks that part is too yucky, no matter how clean I am or how much I beg."

Candy tilted her nose back in and inhaled deeply.

"I like that smell, mommy. That's how the bathroom smells after you come out."

What the fuck? My wife likes butt, too? Not real sure what do with this information, but I was taking notes.

"You like that smell, sweetie?"

"I do, mommy."

"Then I have a little treat for you," Linda said, reaching her hand back.

Candy made room. Linda's hand traveled across her behind, fiddling about until she grasped the elastic leg band. She pulled it up and back slowly, just enough to reveal a dark crevice of ass.

"Is this what you were smelling?"

Candy leaned her nose back, I snapped rapid shots. Candy inhaled deeply. Several times.

"It is! I love how your bottom smells, mommy."

"Do you want to taste it?"

"Please, mommy. Can lick your bottom?"

"I don't know, that's really naughty," Linda teased, wiggling her butt.

"I won't telly anybody, I promise, mommy."

Linda was quiet for a moment. When she spoke again, it was louder than before. "Enough, sweetie. Seriously," Linda said softly, but firmly. "Please stop acting like a little girl."

"Fine," Candy answered. I knew she was displeased, she was totally into this game. I wondered how honest Candy's reaction to her mom admitting to masterbating while thinking about her daughter had been. Seemed to me that Candy was trying to live out her own fantasy, one that must have originated long ago. "Sorry... mother."

"I don't want to be stick in the mud. But this is already pretty extreme without you constantly calling me 'mommy'," Linda laughed softly. Then laughing: "But on a more serious note, do you really want to lick my butt? I've only begged your dad a million... oh, my!"

I caught it on camera, Candy running her tongue along the outer wall of the canyon. She tilted her head and slowly licked the other side. I was leaning in very close to get pictures. Her eyes flashed open and stared at me. She seemed surprised, but not by the camera.

Still looking at me, she said: "You will have to show me these pictures later. I'm pretty sure this is just a bizarre dream. I really don't believe I'm actually doing this... to my own mom!"

Linda laughed. "Um, me too! Don't forget, it's *my* daughter that's licking *my* butt!"

They chuckled quietly for a moment, amused by the shared disbelief. Candy was fiddling with panties, trying to keep them out of the way.

"I do like your butt, though, mom."

"I'm glad somebody does," Linda returned. "Because your dad won't go near it."

Candy reached up and pulled her mom's panties down, stretching over the hump, ending about two thirds of the way down her mom's thighs. They hung there, stretched across the gap, unable to go further. I snapped away as Candy pushed her mom's already spread ass even wider.

Candy leaned all the way back to inspect the entire site. In this same pose, Candy is basically a Playboy pinup girl, totally fucking hot, guys would be beating off all over the country if her picture really was in the magazine.

But her mom in this pose? Well, it was kind of like an older lady with her pants hiked half down.

Linda's ass was a lot bigger than I imagined. The panties, stretched between her legs, dug in on the thighs, creating a crease through cellulite padded thighs. Angled as she was, her stomach sagged a bit loosely and shifted in a saggy way whenever the bed moved.

It was a very unceremonious, less-than-flattering picture of an otherwise prim and proper, sophisticated and respected woman. But seeing her undone like this––in the harsh, unflattering sunlight––my dick was so hard it took everything I had not to shove my wife out of the way and fuck the ever living shit out of her mom.

Candy was seeing the same thing... a woman several years past her prime, yet filled with so much nasty desire that she would allow herself to come to to such an undignified position. This was her mother. This was the regal wife who had hosted so many elegant dinner parties for her father's visiting clients. The dutiful volunteer for practically every school field trip Candy ever went on. The busy socialite, president of the local Garden Club, docent at the city zoo. Spread out unceremoniously on our bed, practically begging her little girl to lick her ass.

Candy gazed at her mom... smugly? Then she leaned in slowly. After a moment I maneuvered around to see what was going on, I discovered she was just hovering there, nostrils flaring.

"Well, if you really want me to, mother," Candy said quietly.

After a moment, Linda realized her daughter was waiting for an answer. "Yes, sweetie. I really want you to."

Candy tilted her chin back, puckered her lips, planted a smooch right on her mom's puckered anus, and leaned back out again. With her chin, Candy nodded me in to take a close up picture.

Like her daughter, Linda had no hair in her crack. The skin around the anus was a bit more bulbous than Candy. Wrinkled folds spidered out from the middle, quickly smoothing as it moved away from center. The skin surrounding the anus was very dark, creating a very dark crevice at the heart of the matter, but lightening to brown that ran oblong above and below, then fading to a shiny pink the further out it went. The pink transitioned to white flesh before reaching the top of the canyon, matching the flesh of a butt that was never exposed to sunlight.

Candy's tongue came out and tentative probed the skin to the right of her mom's poop hole. Tilting her head, the younger woman slowly dragged her tongue up the crack. Candy began slowly and methodically licking, focusing on the inside walls, almost like a cat cleaning. Her mom sighed happily.