Surrounded Ch. 05

It didn't help that she was absolutely gorgeous. Even though she was in her late forties, she certainly didn't look it. Now, I won't say she looked like a woman half her age or anything so over-the-top. I mean, it was clear she was an older woman, but she wore it well. Very well. I would probably say she looks about ten years younger than she was, maybe even fifteen. She was fantastic looking, with few wrinkles, her face rejecting any major signs of aging. She had dark, sharp eyes, and when she stared you down, it looked like she was staring into your soul. She had a very elegant look about her, with high cheekbones, a thin nose, and plump lips, which were perennially in a natural, sexy sneer. She kinda did have the resting bitch face thing going, but it really worked for her. She had a smooth, creamy complexion, and she was always perfectly made-up, subtle, yet perfect nonetheless. She had dark brunette hair, hanging in waves down her back, always well styled and fashionable. All things considered, she was an incredibly attractive older woman.

But that was just her looks. Let's talk about her body.

Her body was absolutely perfect. Just fucking immaculate. She always seemed to keep herself in good shape, and it showed. Her legs were long and firm and lithe. Her tummy flat and fit. Her arms taut and elegant. But let's get to the really good stuff. Her ass was round and full, really popping out of any pants she wore. She always chose really tight garments to show off her delightful rear-end, and it was only now looking back that I could appreciate that my mother-in-law had an incredible ass. And her breasts... wow, her breasts. They were absolutely massive! They looked just as big as Katie's, maybe even a little bigger, and they were full and firm and just perfect. And the best part was... she knew it. She knew she had amazing tits. Any top she wore clung to her mammoth jugs, showcasing their perfect size and shape. Even without having to show too much skin, her breasts would draw your attention in any outfit she wore. And somehow, even at 48, her boobs were still as perky as hell. They always jiggled when she walked.

So yeah, that was her body. Kelly had done a good job fighting off the effects of aging by working out and staying fit, and what little weight she had gained was evenly distributed, making her body even more curvaceous and luscious.

That's what I was dealing with in my mother-in-law.

I had never once fantasized about her before, but when I looked at her with these new eyes, I couldn't just move past these wicked thoughts. My mother-in-law was smoking hot, and it was impossible to ignore it anymore. So, in this way, I was lucky there was this distance between me and her. She had never once done anything inappropriate or gave any sign of any dark desires towards me. Our relationship was perfectly normal, and that is what gave me hope that this family visit would be as normal and boring as any other.

So that's where things stood. I was both excited and nervous to see my in-laws again. Happy because it was always fun to have family in town. Okay, that might not apply to everyone, but I always got along with my in-laws, so it was nice to have them as guests. But I was a tiny bit nervous because of my recent bout of fantasizing about fucking my hot, busty mother-in-law. That whole thing. This would be the first time I'd been around her since she'd entered my fantasies, and I was nervous to see her in the flesh. Not to imply I'd be seeing her naked flesh, as hot as that would be, but I was just, uh...

Let's just move on.

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(Kelly)

The plane had landed and pulled up to the gate, and as I stood crushed among the morass of people, I stuck some ear buds in my ears to drown out other people's conversations with music. I think Bob tried talking to me a couple times, but I acted like I didn't hear him. I wasn't in the mood for chatting at the moment.

The people around me just sorta faded away from my attention as we slowly stepped off the plane. A lot of my peers tended to listen to the music they liked when they were younger, not paying any mind to the excessively crass, sexually charged music of today.

Not me though.

'A cock in my cunt and his hands on my ass, his mouth on my tits as he pumps in me fast!' Snarled the female rapper boasting shamelessly about her sexual adventures, the song echoing in my ears. A lot of women in music these days were very open about their sexual prowess in their songs. Even an older star like Yvonne, who's early songs were more about subtle teasing and veiled sexual themes, stuff that was very risqué at the time, had evolved with the times, her lyrics becoming far more nakedly raw and explicit. Her latest song, "True Love", had the line: 'True love means you give him your ass. If he's hot, young, and hard, he don't need a pass.' Only she had the ability to make a number one song about saying that the best way to lock a guy down and prove how much you love them was to give them your ass, and that such a thing was a lot easier to make happen if that guy was a hot young stud. Needless to say, I liked that song a lot.

I liked a lot of this type of music, to be honest. Women, shamelessly owning their sluttiness, boasting it to the world. I could admire that type of confidence. Plus, the songs were really good. The heated sexual themes always resonated with me, giving me a small thrill even in the most boring of moments, like this one. And in my current state, it was exactly what I needed. Another small victory.

While the song was resonating with me, it was giving fuel to the fires I was trying to contain. As we emerged from the gate out into the terminal, even though I was nothing but cool, placid disinterest on the outside, inside the fires were raging.

As I looked around the terminal, looking past some of the more undesirable, unattractive people as if they were nothing to me, once my eyes would catch a glimpse at someone who registered as sexually attractive to me, my wicked mind would kick off all sorts of naughty fantasies involving them.

The young, handsome married man greeting his tired wife with a loving kiss? I imagined him between my legs, eating me out with an even greater passion.

The college student introducing his girlfriend to his parents? I imagined him casting that little bitch aside and spending the weekend fucking me instead, doing it with the lust and vigor that only a man his age could.

The handsome young father with the cross around his neck, leading his perfect family out of the terminal? I imagined him on his knees, rimming my asshole, worshipping me like I was the goddess he prayed to every night.

It wasn't just the men I was fantasizing about. The women around me were also doing it for me too. I typically preferred men, but I was so horny right now that just about any attractive man or woman was getting me hot under the collar.

The pair of girlfriends traveling together back home? I imagined them surrendering to me, each avidly sucking one of my big tits, worshipping me by sucking on my nipples.

The pretty stewardess walking in front of me, her juicy ass molded against her slim skirt? I imagined her bent over in front of me, moaning like a real slut as I pounded a dildo in and out of her gushing cunt.

Fuck! Damn near everyone was turning me on at this point. I looked over and saw a handsome, fit, well-dressed man my age walking next to his wife, a thin, slight, bony little wisp of a thing, far too little of a woman for a well-built man like him. I imagined her sobbing in the corner as her hunky hubby took me to bed, and watching as her true love fucked to his maximum potential with a real woman like me, a woman who could take it.

A man near me walking next to his girlfriend, carrying his tote bag in his hand, the handle clutched in his large palm. I imagined him palming my big tits instead, his little girlfriend long forgotten.

It was everywhere I looked, it seemed. The young woman selling coffee? I imagined her pretty face smothered in my cleavage. The young pair of athletic men walking the other direction? I imagined them using all that athletic endurance to spend an entire night double-teaming me until I wore them out. The young man in his twenties who snuck a glance at me as he walked next to his wife? I imagined him power-fucking me, taking out his repressed lusts not on his wife who couldn't keep his eyes from straying, but on a woman who was so much better than her in every way.

This wasn't the first time something like this happened. We'd been so busy lately that I hadn't had the chance to let off some steam, which is why I was in the state I was in now, with hard nipples, a wet cunt, and a wandering mind. The last time this happened, I was at a mall, and I found myself just as overwhelmed and overheated as I did now. Unfortunately, with the holiday, I was more surrounded with temptation than I was before, looking around, drinking it all in, letting my mind take in all the sights.

My mind was a carnival of sinful delights. Bob tried to say a few things to me, but my attention was elsewhere, the rhythmic music in my ear and the imagery playing across my mind's eye distracting me, my mind thinking of nothing but hardcore fucking. My face gave nothing away of my true thoughts... I'd gotten used to hiding my true thoughts from those around me by this point. Around me, I was being crowded in by holiday travelers, but inside, I had pulled the hottest of those around me into my fantasies, onto the beaches of a most sinful paradise, and I was there wearing my tiniest bikini.

This kept up as we made our way through the airport. Even as Bob had to make a pitstop, or as we stood in line to get coffee after a long night's travel, or as we passed through customs, I was so lost in my own world I barely remembered any of it. Even as we walked through the crowds towards baggage and stepped onto the escalator, I was distracted, still surrounded by enough sexually attractive people that I remained in that sinful paradise in my mind. But like a tsunami wave slamming that beach, sobering me up in an instant, as soon as I caught sight of my son-in-law's face in the crowd, the party ended, and I was pulled back completely into the real world, and all the obligations therein.

It wasn't as if Matt was such a repulsive sight that someone like him ripped me away from my fun. He was objectively very handsome, sure. In fact, the closely shorn five-o'clock-shadow adorning his face did add a bit of rugged masculinity to his boyish good looks. But in regards to what pulled me from my fantasies, besides the obvious of him being married to my daughter, he... he was such a boy scout. Nice and kind and hard-working, he was a perfect match for someone as sweet and idealistic as Amanda. Those qualities that made him such a good fit for her did nothing for me. Kind, sweet, good-hearted Matt was so not my type. Not that he was required to be, obviously, but he was so not my type that I struggled to look at him with objective eyes. But him being not the kind of guy to be invited to the sinful paradise of my mind and adding on to the fact our familial relation meant that the sight of him was enough to rip me from my fantasies and anchor me back to the real world.

I did like how rich he was, though. That was what my twisted mind found most attractive about him. Of course, the one of our clan who money meant the least to ended up marrying a super-rich, successful man who could spoil her if he so wanted. But of course, they invested their wealth wisely and donated to charity, as opposed to going hog-wild on material things, like I probably would. That probably made them more capable to handle wealth, but it also made both the least fun rich acquaintances you could have.

Anyways, as me and Bob descended the escalator, both Matt and Amanda looked up at us, watching us get closer. Amanda looked effervescent at the sight of us, although Matt did look somewhat weary, for some reason. Must be tired. As our feet hit the ground floor, I pushed all those fantasies in my head away for now and readied myself for a long weekend of familial obligation. I prepared to smile, to act parental, and act like this was what I wanted to be doing with my time.

Back to the real world.

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(Matt)

I'd always gotten on well with Kelly, and she seemed to like me well enough, which was probably the best I could ask for considering her trademark placid, disinterested temperament. I was afraid of giving something away on my face, some window into my fantasies. I didn't want my mother-in-law to take one look at me and realize that I had spent a lot of time recently thinking about her massive breasts. Because I had been thinking about them... a lot. I wondered if her nipples looked as mouthwatering as they did in my fantasies. I bet they did...

Oh, uh, anyways, I tried to focus on the moment at hand. Amanda was next to me at the airport, excited to see her parents, looking up at the escalator, waiting for them to appear. I was excited too, for very different reasons, but I couldn't help but let my eyes lock on Kelly as soon as she appeared to my sight at the top of the escalator.

I was almost taken aback at my first glimpse of her. Damn... how is it that she looked even better than I remembered? It had been a year since I'd last seen her... in fact, it was last Thanksgiving, a few months after my wedding. They'd hosted Thanksgiving last year, in fact. God, it felt so long ago. Like I was a different man. So much had happened since then. Then, I was a fresh-faced newlywed, happy as could be, and I never looked at my mother-in-law as anything but a figure to respect. Now? I'd started affairs with three separate women, my wife's hot older sister, her smoke-show best friend, and a gorgeous black stripper whom I'd first met at my bachelor party. I'd done a lot of living in the last year, so I was looking at my wife's mother with new eyes. And through this new lens, all I could think about was how fucking hot she truly was. And that made me more nervous than I was mere moments prior.

Looking at her, I couldn't help but drink her in. Even after a long international flight, she looked spectacular. Her long, dark brunette hair looked like something out of a TV commercial even now, perfectly styled, cascading in waves down her back. Her eyes were a deep, smooth hazel, glancing around in a calm, lazy disinterest, as if looking for something to catch her attention. Making those eyes look at you with interest was something that had to be earned, and if that was accomplished, her slightly guarded gaze would open up, the windows to her soul becoming slightly more transparent. Slightly. At the same time, there was an intelligence there, a sharpness that indicated that she was not one to be taken lightly.

She was shockingly gorgeous, with high, regal cheekbones, a smooth, creamy complexion, and a thin, narrow nose. She looked astonishingly youthful, with only a few lines or wrinkles adorning her mature face. Her smooth lips settled into their natural sneer, presenting an intimidating veneer for anyone who dared approach her. I'd been out to dinner with her, and I can't count the number of waitresses who got intimidated by her cold, judgmental gaze and resting bitch face.

As she glided downward on the escalator, someone in front of her moved one step down, allowing me to see what was adorning her body. She was wearing a yellow top with a matching pullover sweater up top, to protect against both the cool air on the flight and the chilly air of the autumn morning outside. Down below, she wore a stylish, slim, expensive looking pair of dark jeans, with a nice black pair of high-heeled sandals on her feet. Didn't seem the most comfortable option for a day of travel, but sometimes, it was about looking good. This was about as dressed down as she ever got, and even so, she still looked like a million bucks.

The outfit did it's best to highlight her slim, fit form, as her outfits always seemed to do. Even though I was looking at her from the front, I had no doubt the slim tight-fitting jeans and her high-heels were doing wonders for her incredible rear-end, raising it up, thrusting it outwards even more than it did naturally, with the tight, dark denim highlighting the full, round shape of her perfectly sculpted, mature, heart-shaped ass.

But I wasn't looking at her ass. Or her gorgeous face. No... as soon as the view was unobstructed, my eyes went straight to her breasts. I knew it was wrong, and uncouth, and It was probably the last thing I should be doing, but... damn. They were huge! Maybe because I never took the opportunity to really look at them before, but I was only now able to really appreciate the size of her impressive boobs, and they were somehow even bigger than I remembered. They might be the biggest pair of natural breasts I'd ever seen in real life. Full. Firm. Smooth. They strained against the thin material of her yellow top, jiggling as much as they could in their snug constraints. There were a few buttons near the neckline of her top undone, giving a small taste of the cavernous cleavage nestled there. As I looked closely, I swore I could see a hint of her nipples through her slim top. My mouth watered...

My gaze became affixed on my wife's mother's rack as her and my father-in-law descended the escalator. I was far enough away where my gaze was probably undetectable to them, and it was only as they got closer that I tore my greedy eyes away, meeting their eyeline. Bob was smiling at us as they got closer, and Kelly's gorgeous face was expressionless, as if she still hadn't recognized our presence despite having already stared right at us. As they arrived at our level, my eyes stayed on her, despite knowing better, unable to stop myself from just staring at this vision who'd been haunting my fantasies for months now. As soon as they stepped off the escalator, I watched Kelly pull her earbuds out of her ears and stuff them in her purse. She looked up at us, her gorgeous face expressionless, and as if just now remembering to do so, she smiled at the both of us.

"Hi hon!" she said, grinning, nodding at her daughter as she moved in to hug her daughter.

"Hi Mom!" Amanda replied.

As Kelly moved from the escalator towards her daughter, her appearance suddenly changed. Thanks to my now feverishly lustful mind, her flattering outfit disappeared, and in its place was a sexy bikini, and she was sauntering towards me like something out of a music video, or an 80's movie, her mammoth, heavy tits shaking lewdly, barely contained by the tiny bikini top, bursting to be freed. This was the woman who'd been invading my fantasies, and I couldn't separate the two versions of her.

I quickly shook my head clear of this vision. As the women hugged, I glanced at Bob and shook his hand, greeting him as he smiled jovially at me. He was tall and slim, with a bit of added weight that came with age, but that only made him more approachable. I'd always gotten along well with Bob. He was a friendly, kind-hearted bloke. He had light hair and an infectious grin, and looking at him, I could see the family resemblance between him and Amanda. Not in an overt way that would be hard to ignore once noticed, but in small mannerisms and gestures. On top of that, his hair color and joyous grin really let me know that Amanda got a lot of her genes from his side of the family. As he stepped over to hug Amanda, that freed up both myself and Kelly. Looking at each other, I gave her a smile.

"Hi, Kelly," I greeted her warmly, putting on a friendly face, not betraying the naughty fantasies that had been flowing across my mind lately.

"Hello, Matt," she said, smiling at me. We gave each other a small hug and a kiss on the cheek, and I tried to ignore how amazing her boobs felt pressed into my chest. God, she even smelled good. Inwardly shaking my head clear, I stepped back and looked her in the eyes, resisting the pull of her giant knockers just right there in front of me after all this time.