Unexpected Interlude

This is one of my favourite types of story: Short and with its precis provided for me by a reader. While I received this tale from a lady, I've related it from the man's point of view; as the lady herself has said: "I already know what I was thinking and feeling". I don't know how much, if any, of this story is based in fact, but I do hope that it's true:

It was a Sunday evening; my wife Jane and I had returned to our home town for the weekend to attend a family Christening and were spending Sunday night at her mother Helen's house before driving home the following day. Jane's father had attended the Christening too, but he and Helen are long divorced, so it was just the three of us.

Jane had headed up to bed early, before nine o'clock, citing 'exhaustion', though I suspected that she'd also had rather too much to drink during the course of the day. Helen made a cup of tea for herself and I when Jane went up, after which the two of us were companionably watching a film on TV; it was a political thriller/spy type thing and pretty good.

I guess we'd been watching for about an hour when the film's script called for a love-scene between the leading characters. Actually the story probably didn't need that scene, but the Producers had no doubt considered its inclusion as likely to put a few more bums on cinema seats, especially as both characters were being played by well known and attractive actors.

It was a main stream film, so the scene was shot suggestively rather than explicitly, but there were naked bums on show and a pair of firm breasts, topped off by some especially gorgeous nipples were repeatedly displayed. A born cynic, I found myself pondering whether those tits actually belonged to the big-name actress, or whether it was a body-double?

Whichever, the visuals were enough to get my cock stiffening, which was when my thoughts turned to Helen. A tad inappropriate to be getting a hard-on with your Mother-in-Law sat nearby; I also wondered how she might be feeling about watching this scene with me in the room? I needed to adjust my position on the couch anyway, if only to better obscure that erection so I stole a glance in Helen's direction as I did so.

When my eyes swung left, they met Helen's; rather than looking at the TV screen, she was staring directly at me. With hindsight I now wonder if that interpretation might've been unfair; it may just have been that Helen too had taken a quick look and our glances had coincided? Either way, once our eyes met, they locked and we stared at each other in silence for several seconds.

It was Helen who broke our impasse, slowly shaking her head as she muttered: "No Mike... Don't even think about it." Until that moment I hadn't been thinking about... it; but I was now. While Helen's words sounded pretty unequivocal, her body language, to me at least, didn't seem to be quite so clear-cut:

Helen's face and décolletage were both shading to red, her nipples were pressing through her blouse like a pair of truck wheel-nuts. Helens hands were clenched and twisting in her lap as she spoke and she'd precursed those words by rolling her tongue provocatively -- to my eyes at least -- around her lips. Beyond all of those, was Helen's expression, most especially in and around her eyes; those seemed to be saying 'you shouldn't', rather than 'you mustn't'.

My cock had become even harder during those few seconds and was now straining painfully inside my pants; not for the first time in my life, I followed its lead. Slowly standing up, then unhurriedly crossing the few feet between the couch and Helen's chair. Helen's head continued swinging slowly from side to side as I approached and she began trembling as I got closer, but Helen never once made to move.

Helen's head was still gently swaying as I arrived beside her, despite which her eyes hadn't once released their grip on mine. Helen's tremors increased as I unfastened -- this too done slowly, to allow Helen every opportunity -- my pants and pulled my swollen cock free of them. Helen still made no sound, nor any attempt to escape my advance, but for the first time her eyes did waver... Helen glanced down at my cock.

Helen's head continued swaying even after I'd reached forward to grasp the back of her head; my fingers entwining deeply in her raven-black, though nowadays grey-flecked hair. My left hand was around my cock, holding that firm as my right drew Helen toward it; her hands went to the front of my hips, but there was no force in them, no meaningful resistance to my advancing cock.

At the last moment Helen's head finally stopped swaying, though even that was temporary: Between us we hadn't quite lined things up, so as her mouth opened wide, Helen needed one further swing to ensure that I slipped between her parted lips. That first incursion went deeper than I'd intended... Not down to me, I'd stopped pressing on Helen's head; it continued forward of her own volition.

As Helen drew back, I released my cock and moved that hand into her hair alongside the other and with that obstruction removed Helen took my cock even further into her mouth. Helen's hands then slipped around onto the points of my hips, grasping tight, offering me no escape from her attentions, not that I was looking for one.

Helen had barely begun when I thought better of having both hands in her hair; I dropped my right one to her breast and gently squeezed. The growling moan that escaped between Helen's lips and my cock confirmed that I'd made the right move, so a few seconds later I switched my attention to her right breast and achieved a similar response.

I could feel Helen's nipple digging into the palm of my hand; wanting to feel that sensation more directly, my fingers next began fumbling at the buttons of Helen's blouse. For the first time there was dissent... or so I initially thought, as Helen pushed my hand away. In reality, Helen was just frustrated by my inept efforts and she swiftly unfastened the blouse herself, before grasping my hand to guide it inside.

Helen's tits were all that I'd imagined, perhaps not so firm as her daughter's, but bigger and still very well filled for a lady of fifty-two and that was even before I'd reached Helen's nipples; those were show-stoppers. Every bit as big as they'd promised when poking through her blouse and bra and every bit as hard as my cock; they felt like bullets... Large calibre bullets.

It was no doubt my excitement which made my first assault on Helen's breasts a deal rougher and more aggressive than it ought to have been; it wouldn't surprise me if there'd been bruises on them the following morning. Fortunately, it seemed that was just the way that Helen liked it; a second and louder growling moan had escaped from between Helen's lips.

What followed was the best blow job of my life: Besides taking me in deeper than any woman had before, Helen's lips and cheeks flexed and pulsated around my cock as it speared in an out. Her teeth scraped lightly along my shaft during each withdrawal and Helen's tongued teased wickedly about my crown when it did.

But even at the time, I realised there was more to it than that: In addition to the 'how' my cock was being sucked, there was also the 'who'. This was Helen, my previously prim and conservative Mother in Law who was going down on me like a backstreet whore; it was that as much as the act itself which was taking me rapidly towards a climax.

It would've been easy to let Helen take me there, but I wanted more; I had a strong suspicion that this was going to be a one-time-only event. Tightening my grip in Helen's hair I stepped back half a pace, dragging my cock free of her accommodating mouth; its departure was announced with an audible 'pop' and then a mewl of... disappointment perhaps, from Helen.

"Stop... I want to fuck you."

"No, that's too much; just come in my mouth."

"Maybe next time, but tonight we're both cumming... Get your knickers off." I offered Helen my hand to help ease herself up onto her feet and I'm not sure which gladdened my heart the most: The speed with which she accepted that proffered hand, or the fact that Helen didn't argue with my suggestion that there would be a 'next time'.

The first of Helen's hands went beneath her skirt almost before she was fully upright. Helen all but shredded her panties and hose as she tore them down her legs and along with her slippers kicked them aside. With those discarded, Helen's eyes flicked around the room before settling on mine, this time expressing a mute but obvious question.

"Wherever you like and however you like Helen; as long as I get my cock inside your pussy, I'm not too bothered about the how or where"

Helen's eyes made a second circuit of the room, before settling again on my own as a broad and very wicked grin spread across her face. A moment later she'd scampered around behind the couch that I'd been sitting on, draped herself over the back of it and crooned "Here... From behind but with me standing up."

I displayed my agreement with a matching smile of my own and I was still wearing that as I followed Helen around the couch, stepped in behind her and dragged the hem of Helen's skirt half-way up her back. Confirmation that Helen was now amenable, even eager to be fucked arrived when her hands grabbed that raised skirt to hold it up, allowing mine to slide back down onto her arse.

And a very attractive arse it was too; firm and trim for any age, but especially impressive for a lady past fifty. The arrival there of my hands drew yet another moan -- this time more gasped - from between Helen's lips and only as one hand slid lower and Helen's feet shuffled further apart to accommodate it, did the growl return.

Two fingers slipped easily and to their full length into Helen's snatch at the first attempt. Helen was absolutely soaking, though I wasn't surprised; I'd felt the moisture that'd already leaked out on her thighs and bush -- that was grey-flecked, just like Helen's hair -- while my hand was pressing between her legs.

What perhaps did surprise me was the extent of Helen's reaction to that penetration; her hips jerked backwards to the accompaniment of a primal snarl, driving my fingers even deeper inside herself. That move didn't give me the space to do much of anything, not that it mattered; Helen continued to hump back against my hand and circled her hips as she did so.

I'm guessing that the whole episode lasted little more than fifteen or twenty seconds and concluded with Helen collapsing onto the couch back, before going totally rigid and emitting a protracted, keening squeal. I knew that Helen had orgasmed and hard, even before a fresh stream of fluid flooded out of her and over my hand.

I gave Helen time to recover her equilibrium; she eventually signalled her achievement of that with an embarrassed expression over her left shoulder and a whispered: "Sorry... but I couldn't wait a second longer..." I smiled and nodded in understanding, after which Helen concluded "...You can still fuck me though."

My smile morphed into a small laugh "Don't worry... I intend to."

"Make it hard, I'm too wet for any pussyfooting around now... Bang that big cock into me." I felt it would've been rude for me to do otherwise.

My cock slipped into Helen just as easily as my fingers had, she was absolutely awash. It didn't seem to matter how hard I slammed into Helen, she continually pleaded 'More'... 'Harder'... 'Again'... with the occasional 'Fuck-Yes' or 'God-Yes' thrown in for good measure. It became primal, perhaps even barbaric, Helen's feet were being lifted from the ground with every stroke.

Despite that respite while Helen had been bringing herself off on my fingers, our coupling didn't last long, a couple of minutes at best; Hells-bells, the way I was banging into Helen I think I did well to last that long! Though in the moment that I felt cum begin to bubble up inside me, I felt a tinge of disappointed at my not having managed to bring Helen to a second climax.

I needn't have worried, in the instant my first stream of semen spewed into Helen's pussy, she ignited like a bloody firework! Pitching, bucking and squealing in her delight; it was only after the event and perhaps for the best, that I thought 'Fuck Me... How did Jane not hear that?' Helen's orgasm was even more powerful than the first.

I stood tight behind Helen, still pinning her against the couch until my cock softened and slipped from her ravaged snatch. I felt the last trickle of cum run away down onto Helen's thigh, though that was so heavily coated in her own fluids by then, I doubt Helen even noticed.

Only when I stepped away, did I discover just how dissipated Helen was, her legs buckled and she slipped to the floor; it would've been a heavy landing had I not caught her wrist as it went by me. Then again, I wasn't a lot better myself and leaned back against the wall above Helen while I too recovered my breath and my heart rate settled.

Helen was the first of us to recover... Or at least think to clearly; she attracted my attention with a tap of her hand on my cock. "Do you hear any sound of movement from upstairs?"

Oh Shit... Jane! I listened intently for ten or twenty seconds before replying "No, all's quiet."

"Thank God for that; but you need to get up to bed right now, before Jane wakes up and comes down looking for you."

I grunted my agreement and had begun to pull my pants back up when Helen checked me with an urgently whispered "Wait" - though it felt a bit late for us to be whispering now? - before leaning forward, grasping my now flaccid cock and sliding it back between her lips; what happened to Helen's 'time for bed' edict?

Helens lips and tongue worked on my cock for a couple of minutes and I was showing the first signs of recuperation when she released it and slumped back to the floor. "Easy Tiger, don't go getting excited... I just didn't want you putting that back inside your pants with me all over it... Call in at the bathroom and wash that thoroughly on your way to bed too; your hands and face as well... No evidence."

l nodded my understanding, but paused for another moment to enquire "And when will be that next time we agreed on?... I can always sneak a half day off work and drive over here for the afternoon."

"We'll have to see... We don't know if we've got away with it this time yet."

That, for now, was good enough for me; once again Helen hadn't discounted our getting it on for a second time.