Sleeping Arrangements Ch. 03

Linda stood there, waiting. I let her wait. It just seemed so surreal, seeing my mother-in-law standing in our living room, right in front of us, with her pants around her ankles. She seemed so... undone. I knew I could tell her to do anything. Anything. She was visibly wet, I could see from where I sat. She wanted to fuck. Badly.

But I wanted to keep her like this. I wanted her to stay undone. More undone, even. I had a sudden realization.

"Tits," I said quietly. "Show us your tits."

Linda said nothing, she simply started unbuttoning from the bottom. I was surprised that she seemed hesitant.

"I haven't seen your mom's boobs yet," I told my wife. "We had sex last night, but her nighty never came off. She took it off this morning, but she was already on the bed when I got in," I finished ruefully.

Linda's bra was just as boring as her underwear last night, though probably equally as comfortable. The padded material was a pale mauve and the clasp was in the front. Linda undid the clasp and put her hands back down. She seemed to have lost her nerve, I guessed maybe she was as shy as Candy about her breasts.

The mauve cups hung loosely but did not fall away. Linda's hands hung by her side again.

"Mrs. Jones, show us your tits please," I said quietly.

I expected she might push the cups aside or, better, take her shirt and bra off. She did not. Instead she reached up and pulled one loop out of a sleeve, extracted her arm, then the entire bra came out the other sleeve. Just how Candy would have done it.

Like Candy, Linda's had over sized areolae that turned into pointy pink cones at the nipples. But she seemed smaller than her daughter, mostly because her breasts sagged down flatly where Candy was still very perky.

"Nice, very sexy," I said. Linda's shoulders drooped, clearly she did not feel very sexy. "Now bring those little boobies down here, please."

Linda rolled her eyes and smiled at the ceiling, but did as asked. I found it interesting that she maneuvered herself to land between Candy's legs. They were at eye level with each other, Linda on her knees----shirt open, pants around the ankles----Candy sitting on the couch, blouse on but no pants or underwear.

"Why did you go to your daughter? I thought you wanted some cock," I asked. Linda looked up and began shuffling left to get in front of me. "Let's see that ring again."

Linda displayed her ring finger.

"When did you get that," I asked.

"On our wedding day. This December will be our 35th anniversary," Linda smiled.

"Do you love your husband," I asked, tugging my shirt over my head. Clearly she liked what she was seeing.

"I guess." Linda rolled her eyes, biting her bottom lip. Then, remembering her daughter, added: "Of course I do."

"Are you guys swingers?"

Linda's brow crinkled with confusion at my question.

"I mean, do you guys have an open marriage? Can you have sex with whoever you..."

"Oh my God, no! Ha! Nooo. No way."

I took her left hand and put it on my shorts. She could feel my bulging shaft through the cotton of my running shorts.

"So do you think your husband would be ok with you touching me like this?"

"Oh my God, no. John is so jealous, he would have an absolute conniption."

"Why?"

"Why," Linda repeated incredulously. "Because it's... because he would think I'm cheating on him."

"Are you?" I asked, looking down at the hand stroking my shorts.

Linda answered slowly. "Yes, I guess. Technically I cheated on him last night. And, yes, ok... yes, I am cheating on him right now."

I smiled. "Would it bother him if that wedding ring touched my cock?"

"Yes, it would kill him."

I lifted my brow and waited. She pursed her lips and slid her hand inside of my shorts. My dick nearly had a heart attack of joy as her warm little fingers explored my shaft.

"It would kill him, eh?"

Linda didn't answer. She was looking down and concentrating.

"What if I kissed his daughter while his little wifey played with my dick?"

Candy leaned in and kissed me. It was a very wet, very hot kiss. Clearly she was enjoying this angle of using her mother to extract revenge on her dad. I lifted my ass so Linda could slide my shorts and boxers off. My shaft sprung free and I laid back on the couch, pulling Candy with me. I enjoyed the moment, kissing one woman as another lightly explored my cock and balls.

Rolling Candy aside, I said, "Wrong hand Linda. I want to see you rubbing you vows on another mans dick."

Linda switched hands, playing with my balls in her right as she began stroking me with the left. Candy watched smugly.

Candy had seemed privately smug earlier today when her mom was sprawled out on our bed. I wondered, distractedly, about this hidden hostility.

"I want to feel your tongue."

Before I was finished making that request, Linda was already running her tongue up the side. Oh my God that felt good! She pause for a moment at the top, then ran her tongue over the head, lapping up a bit of pre-cum. Suddenly her mouth opened and she slid down on my shaft. The sudden warmth. The sudden wetness. The fact of who was doing this. It all came together at once, I was on sensory overload.

I mentally arm wrestled myself, trying to stay cool. Your mother-in-law is sucking your dick! Relax! Enjoy it! No no, NOT that much! You can't bust a nut after just two seconds! Don't give in, make it last. Savor this moment. Do something, man. Say something!

"Linda," I managed, finally. "What is your husband's name?"

Her eyes flashed open. I enjoyed the eye contact, her with my dick in her mouth. She slid off and answered: "John."

Frustrated, I guided her back down. When my dick was warm in her mouth again, I said: "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

This time when she tried to slide off, I resisted by placing the palm of my hand on the top of her head. She understood.

Looking up at me, she managed a slobbery, "Jonathan Jones."

I pecked Candy on the cheek and asked it a different way: "What's your daughter's daddy's name?"

Another garbled, "Jonathan Jones."

"Look at your mother, honey. Just watch her. Do you see what she doing," I asked quietly, kissing my wife's neck just below her ear. "She's sucking cock right in front of you. Your perfect, virtuous, uptight mommy is sucking dick." I brushed Linda's bangs out her eyes so she could look up. Linda boldly went up and down twice, stopping at the top to run her tongue on the bulb of my head. Their eyes were locked as her mouth slid back down my dick. "She's cheating on your father with another man. Right in front of you. What do you think about that?"

Candy shook her head with disgusted half smile and uttered: "Slut."

Linda's eyes widened. Almost as fast they narrowed and hardened.

I continued: "Not only is she cheating on your dad, but she's doing it with your own *husband*." I raised my brows for emphasis. "She fucked me twice behind your back last night while you were sleeping."

Candy spat the word out this time. "Slut."

Linda's nose crinkled, eyes hardened even more. She tilted her chin up and deliberately ran her tongue up the full length of rod. At the top, tongue fully extended, eyes locked to her daughter's with dueling glares, Linda rapidly licked the head of my cock. Basically that same obscene gesture from earlier, only this time to her daughter and with a dick in her mouth!

"Bitch!"

Linda took me as deep into her mouth as she could, I groaned and melted into the couch. Linda left me in that position. I could feel the back of her throat, lips encircled my shaft about three quarters of the way down.

"Oh God, yes," I all but shouted, turning to kiss my wife urgently as her mother's mouth suddenly resumed sliding up and down.

THINK MAN. DISTRACTIONS.

I broke free from my wife.

"Tell your mom what you think of her."

I ran my hand down Candy's belly, between her legs. She was soaking wet.

"Poor dad. He's probably sitting on the patio doing the crossword right now," Candy said quietly. Then with disgust: "You really are a slut, mom. Seriously. A slut. I don't know how you can do that to him."

For a brief moment, Linda stopped. But the pause ended as abruptly as it started. Linda attacked my dick ferociously. I swear to God she was trying to suck the skin right off my favorite tool. I could barely take it!

"Do something!" Oh shit, I had said that out loud. "I mean, you can make her do something. Just say whatever you want, she'll do it."

"Lick his balls, slut," Candy demanded.

Yes! Linda stopped! No! She stopped! Shit!

But yes. Definitely yes, stopping was a good thing.

I'm pretty sure I could not have taken much more. I felt the older woman's tongue slide down my shaft and, at the base, continue south. Suddenly my hairy sack was in a warm hand. The hand was busy trying to accomplish something, even as my mother-in-law ran her tongue through the hair. Isolating my balls, Linda sucked one into her mouth. It was a strange sensation. It felt really, really good. And, at the same time, it sent butterflies through my stomach.

But I could finally breath again. Without fear of blowing my wad.

My wife was grinding into my hand, so I worked her harder.

Suddenly Candy plopped her right foot on my hip, right in her mom's face.

"Lick my foot," Candy demanded, smiling in a teasing way as if maybe she wasn't really serious. Then, timidly looking out of the corner of her eyes, added: "Whore?"

My nut was released. Linda and Candy were having a staring contest. Linda surrendered and meekly took her daughter's foot in both hands. Linda gently massaged, thumbs on the pads, as she studied her daughter's neon blue nails.

Linda leaned up and over and kissed the top of her daughter's foot. Candy wiggled her foot impatiently. "Not the top. Lick the bottom." She paused, then, slightly less timid, added: "Bitch!"

Linda's nose crinkled to show disgust. But she slowly lowered her head to submit. Candy's expression was the same as her mom's, she cringed even more as her mom got closer.

"Oh my God, you're so gross," Candy yelped as her mom's tongue, spread flat, lapped straight up the middle of her foot's underside. "I wasn't wearing socks in my flats today!"

"Oh for crying out loud, you just told me..."

"Shut up and suck my toe, bitch!"

Holy shit! Nothing timid there.

"Look at her," Candy said with disbelief. Her mom was sucking on the big toe as if it were a miniature penis. "Clean them all. Even between the toes."

Candy was totally drenched. I didn't get it. I know my wife. She does *not* have a foot fetish. Yet her pussy was completely drenched as her mom's tongue pushed between each toe. As her mom was finishing at the pinky toe, Candy moved her foot up and presented the underside to her mom again. After the briefest hesitation, Linda thoroughly licked the underside.

"Now the other foot," Candy sneered, holding it up.

Linda took the foot and tried to place it on my hip. But Candy returned it to the floor. Linda looked up, confused. Candy set her jaw and used her eyes to threaten her mother. Linda meekly retreated, leaning over to follow her daughter's foot to the floor. Candy angled her foot up, Linda, face almost completely on the floor, began kissing the underside.

"Man," I said, shaking my head. "I wish John could see his girls now. His little princess with her legs spread so I can finger her pussy. His horny slut of a wife bent over and doing disgusting things to his daughter's feet."

I paused, drinking it in. It was actually very hot, I realized. I have no fucking clue how we ended up here, I certainly didn't plan for things to get this twisted. But twisted it was.

Just like this morning, my sophisticated, refined, elegant, dignified mother-in-law had her pants hiked down, with her ass in the air... but now with face on the floor, submissively. Here was a strong willed woman----capable of pushing back on her disagreeable, overbearing, fowl temperated husband, a woman prone to bloody feuds with family and friends at the drop of the hat, constantly waging gossip wars on this person or that over the slightest of slights, real or imagined----meekly submitting to her daughter in a very humiliating way.

For the first time, I actually really felt bad for John. That mother fucker has no clue what he's missing out on! Holy shit, his wife is so fucking hot. And fucking nasty! Just look at her right now, right here in my living room, midday light streaming in through the windows, cruelly showcasing her age. I wondered what it must be like to have that kind of will power? To just give yourself over to a moment, to give in to your own desires, to do exactly whatever the fuck you felt like. Even if that meant submitting to very embarrassing treatment.

I looked down at the back of her head, at her blouse hanging loosely, pants around her ankles. I just wanted to get on my knees and bury my dick in her ass.

But apparently that was not in the cards. Suddenly my wife was on a mission, pulling her foot free from her mom, pushing her other foot further over my side, and sliding up on top of me. My wife's ass was mostly on my stomach as she began easing down on my cock. Candy moaned loudly!

I was quite pleased to get that reaction. Good to have her mom here, her presence must somehow increase my girth.

I narrowed the gap between my legs to accommodate Candy. Her feet were on the outside of my legs, dangling down toward the floor. Right away her pelvis was rocking.

Linda's hand was on my knee, but I couldn't see what she was doing. Cranking my head around, I discovered she was sitting back on her jean covered feet, just staring. She seemed very embarrassed when she discovered me watching her. Our eyes were locked, quietly watching each other as her daughter grunted like an animal, thrusting away on top of me. She looked a little lost. Maybe she was wondering if her part was over and now she should go in another room. No, don't go old lady. I want to fuck you.

"Stand up," I instructed.

As she was getting up, I pushed a pillow behind my back. This caused Candy to sit up straighter. Arching her back, Candy reached over her shoulder and grabbed my hair, pulling me around to kiss. As we made out, I unbuttoned her shirt. No bra!

Her mom was standing above us watching as I fondled both of Candy's tits.

I freed my right hand and reached for Linda. She gave me her hand and I pulled her toward the couch. I didn't stop pulling until she had both knees on the couch. Candy turned back to the front and curiously watched what I was doing. She transitioned from the urgent thrusting to slow grinding.

I crooked my finger a few times, indicating for Linda to come closer. "I want to make out with Jonathan Jones's wife while I fuck his daughter."

Linda placed two hands on the back of the couch and leaned in to kiss me. I ran both my hands down my wife's sides and, reaching her hips, slid them back up to her tits. My mother-in-law's wet tongue was dancing with mine. I wrapped each of my hands around a breast, allowing only a the ends of the perky breasts to squeeze out between the thumbs and indexes.

I turned a bit and kissed the back of my wife's neck. Candy's grinding picked up pace.

"Look at this," I said to Linda, nodding her attention down. I had Candy's right nipple, squeezed between the tip of my index and thumb. I tugged it in Linda's direction.

Linda just stared.

"Go on, Linda," I urged, pulling the nipple even more. "You've been a good mother to his daughter for many years. But, right now, you can...."

Linda hunched over before I could finish. I felt her tongue slide across my thumb and over her daughter's nipple. Her lips came back to the middle, covering the tip of Candy's nipple. I rolled the it between my finger tips as her mom licked and sucked, battling my fingers for access.

Both Linda's hands came up, so I let mine fall away. Linda sucked half of Candy's breast in, even as she was groping the free breast.

I reached my hand into my mother-in-law's open shirt, gripping the first breast I found. Clearly Linda wore heavily padded bras. There really wasn't much to grip. It was kind of like an over sized, floppy pancake. Linda's tit was mostly mush, but the area around the large nipple was almost hard.

I pinched it. Linda bit down on her daughter's nipple. Candy's pussy clenched down on me hard.

"Oh shit! Jesus that hurt," Candy yelled, feet flying up. "Do it again, mom. Bite me. Bite me, Bitch! Ooow SHIT! Fucking whore, do it again. Oh fuck!"

Candy's feet were on my knees, giving her new leverage. She took advantage, lifting her ass up and down to impale herself over and over.

"Oh! Fuck, stop! Shit that hurts, seriously stop," Candy yelled, smacking the top of her mom's head. Linda looked up at her daughter in a daze. Candy used both her hands to roughly shove mom's face down. "Eat my pussy, bitch! Eat it."

Linda was trying to comply, but the position was too awkward. Candy saw the problem and shoved her mom's hip with her foot. The older woman almost fell off the couch. Recovering, Linda let herself down and maneuvered in front of us.

She was between our legs. Candy's feet were on my knees. My legs were spread. Linda had quite the view, I'm sure. She had complete access. I was jealous for a moment, watching her mesmerized by the stereo vision of a cock sliding in and out of her daughter's juicy pussy.

Linda leaned in and kissed Candy's inner thigh. But Candy had zero patience for that. She grabbed her mom's hair and yanked her in.

Candy groaned loudly as her mom began lapping at the sloppy mess we were making. Candy was almost instantly nuts, trying to thrust and grind and kiss me and keep her mom's face firmly in the right spot, all at once. Candy even sent her other hand down to rub whatever clit she could find. During the chaos of Candy's enthusiasm, several times I felt an errant tongue slide across whatever exposed shaft there was.

I could feel Candy clinching down sporadically. Her thighs were shaking were twitching. She began yelping, almost like a dog barking, "Oh God! Oh God!"

My balls were in Linda's hand. And now more than a few 'errant' licks were going my direction. Oh fuck. My mother-in-law was licking my dick even as it slid in and out of her daughter!

But I had no problem holding on. None. I was on a mission. I wanted to fuck my mother-in-law, no way I was giving in until then. And I had something I wanted to do first.

Suddenly I felt a little gush of fluid, Linda began licking wildly. But Candy couldn't take it for long, she gets very sensitive right after an orgasm. Candy pushed her mom back at the forehead.

"Can we do The Big Finish, honey," I whispered in Candy's ear.

She sighed and groaned irritably. But then she answered wickedly. "Ok, that will be pretty funny, I guess."

Fuck, yeah! Only on rare occasions, like my birthday, did Candy ever grant The Big Finish. I guess her mother's presence certainly qualified as a 'special occasion'.

Candy struggled to lift up off my still hard cock, sliding over to the side again. She shook her head, watching her blatantly hopeful mom who was back to squatting on her blue jean covered heals again. Linda's expression was practically begged, 'can I take a turn?'.

"Clean him up, slut," Candy commanded.

Linda needed no further urging. But I barely payed attention to the older woman as she ran her tongue up and down the sides of my slick cock. I was watching my wife turning around, bending over and straddling the wide arm of the couch.

I pushed a reluctant Linda away as my wife settled into position, left knee on the couch cushion, right foot on the floor, stomach on the arm of the couch.

I stood up, offered my hand to Linda. When she took it, I helped her to scoot across the floor to the end of the couch, where she could kneel beside her daughter. Moving behind Candy, I reached down and spread her ass even wider.