Fucking Laura SeXStoRY

A summer afternoon. It's hot. I'm inside the conservatory, cleaning the windows. I'm a window cleaner by trade, but this is a freebie. Well, you've got to look after your mother in law, haven't you? She's just brought me a cold drink and is standing in the doorway watching me stretch. Her name's Laura and she's quite a fittie. I fancied her the moment I saw her ... she looks like an older version of my wife Alana ... she's aged [very/i]well, is quite trim ... sexy bum ... obviously I've never said this to her; she's up for a saucy chat occasionally but you know ... I'm married to her daughter. She remarks that I must be hot, and it [/iis]hot, so I say I might have to take my shirt off in a minute. "Don't mind me," Laura says. I pull my T-shirt over my head. "I'm sorry if this is getting you excited." I make a few detremental remarks about my physique and Laura says she doesn't like to expose any flesh ... she then tells me that Alana insisted that she bought a top the other day, but it's too low-cut, and people don't want to see the wrinkly skin and cleavage of a 62-year-old woman. "I wouldn't mind," I say, and she giggles. "You're in brilliant shape. There's no way you look your age. Could knock twenty years off you." She looks surprised, flushed, and I have a sudden urge to capitalise. "Show me the top. Go on, put it on, and I'll give you my honest opinion. I'll tell you if I think it doesn't suit you." Laura protests that she's not in good shape, she's too fat, she doesn't want to be an embarrassing old woman. I persist - "you're not even old", I tell her - and she trots off upstairs. I carry on with the windows then hear her coming down the stairs. She doesn't come in straight away, as if she's having second thoughts about showing me. I sense when she's in the doorway and turn to look at her. My stomach flips. The top is purple and verylow-cut. I've never seen her wear anything like this. Laura looks exposed, and the expression on her face suggests she feels that way too. A pause, then I say: "I think you look gorgeous." "Oh I don't think so ..." "I mean, if you weren't my mother in law ..." "Oh stop it," Laura laughs. "I think it's all in the bra really. I have to cheat, and I've got one that lifts me up a bit." I stare at her bubbling-over boobs ... then at her face. "I could eat you. Yum." She laughs again. "Don't be silly. I'm just an old boot." She turns as if to leave but I stride forward and grab her wrist. She faces me, and on impulse I place my hand on her left breast, gently squeezing through the purple material. I kind of expect her to pull away, maybe even slap me, but she doesn't. My cock is stirring and I pull her close to me, wanting her to feel the hardness. She's in my arms, her hands lightly upon my waist. My hands move down her back to squeeze the cheeks of her bum through her black trousers. My tongue brushes her lips, which part ... Suddenly she breaks away. "No, Jim, no, I can't do this." She shuffles briskly into the living room. I follow, find her standing with her back to me, hands raised to her mouth. This has gone too far ... but I want to take it further. "Laura ... look at me." She turns round. She looks shocked. Calmly I say: "When was the last time you had a really good fucking?" "Jim, please ..." "I think it's been a long time. Too long." I unbutton my jeans and slide them down and off, kicking my boots off in the process. This whole thing is surreal. My cock lolls inside my boxers. I tell her to sit down. Nervously, she does. From here I have a fantastic view of her cleavage. I begin to stroke my dick through my boxers. Pulsing ... getting harder and harder. I pull my boxers down and there's a satisfying twang as my dick is released. I begin to wank openly, staring down at those beautiful round dumplings. Laura can't look me in the eye, just watches my hand pumping my cock. The sheer fact that I'm masturbating in front of my mother in law makes me so hard. My strokes become slower ... then I squeeze my balls, running one finger up the shaft of my cock ... "You want this?" Laura's breathing heavily. I take her hand, open her fingers and close them around my rod. I gasp. She doesn't move her hand, just holds my cock, feeling it throbbing. "Suck me." "Jim, I can't, I've never -" "You've never sucked a cock?" "Jim, this is all wrong -" But I don't want to hear it. "I want to see you naked. Come on. Take your top off. I want to see your tits because they look fucking amazing." Laura's shaking, and the skin above her cleavage has gone a blotchy red. "Allow me ..." I lean forward and she helps me, lifting her arms so I can pull the top over her head. She folds her arms over her chest. "Properly," I say. She begins a weak protest but lets her arms fall, revealing a very sexy black bra containing her full and alluring tits. They swell inside the lace cups. Laura moves one hand to cover her stomach. "No need to cover up," I say, and I'm upon her, pushing her further back onto the sofa, her feet lifting off the ground ... I kiss her lips, then give her hungry bites and licks on her neck, and she exclaims "oh my God"... I'm on top of her on the sofa, her tits squishing under my chest, my hard meat against her belly. I slide down her body, looking up at the underside of her boobs in the black bra ... I kiss her stretchmarked stomach and she throws her arm across but I sweep it aside and my fingers scrabble to undo the top button of her trousers. She flaps at me but I step back off the sofa and pull at the material. She leans forward, trying to stop me, but this somehow makes my task easier and the pale flesh of her legs tumbles into view. Black panties. Another tug and her trousers fly across the room. Laura giggles. "Oh Jim ... I'm so old and disgusting ..." "No way." I sit beside her on the sofa, guide her hand to my dick again, lean in and kiss her, nibbling on her bottom lip. She can't suppress a sigh of pleasure. I feel her grip tighten on my cock, then move up and down the length, slowly, carefully ... I have to fight not to cum. I tense, pull away, sink to my knees between Laura's legs and plunge my face into the crotch of her black panties. I tease and tickle, then adminster strong, hard licks, and her moans make it clear that I'm hitting the spot. I flip her onto her front and yank her panties down and off. Her bum wobbles into view, pale and a bit flabby, yes, but I'm so gonna fuck her... I ease myself up her body, my rock-hard prick leaving dabs of precum on the back of one thigh before nestling into the warmth of her bum cheeks. She freezes but I kiss her neck as I begin to grind my hips, my hand lifting her stomach and her bum ... my fingers trace shapes in her pubic hair ... then a couple of fingers creep in ... rub and probe ... her cunt is dripping, and she shudders beneath me. When was the last time Laura had a stiff prick inside her? I prop myself up with my arms and thrust forward. My cock slides into her wetness. It feels tight. Laura lets out a gasp of shock and pleasure. I push slowly in and out, long, lingering strokes ... she's soakingwet ... I unclip her bra, turn her onto her back and her tits sag to her sides, her wrinkled nipples erect and begging for attention ... I close my mouth around one, then the other, sucking, licking, and that's when she begins to buck beneath me, thrusting against my cock, forcing me to fuck harder and harder ... she tenses, squeals, her pussy muscles working my cock ... I pull out, watch her thrash around, her legs wide apart, her fingers splaying her pussy lips, dipping in, her body wracked by orgasm ... I want to cum so badly ... my cock is glistening with Laura's juices ... I push it towards her face ... she regards it with distaste but closes her lips around it ... and that's too much ... I pull out at the point of no return and my gasps are like roars as I cum over her tits, in her face, her hair ... she laughs as our breaths subside, blinking through the globs of hot sticky cum ... she makes as if to stand up but I stop her, kiss her lips, push my tongue into her mouth ... and my fingers venture into her sopping cunt ... and I frig her, our lips still locked, until she cums again ... And then there's shame. I hug her to me. We both did this. "Not a word," I murmur, "to anyone. Ever." And there never will be.