If I'm going to write on this blog about my adventures I should organize them somehow.

But where to start?

If I started at the beginning, with my sister and her friends,

Remembering distinctly enough to put it down on paper…

That's way different than having a fleeting mental image of the events as I remember them. I suspect more details of the encounters will emerge as I do.

But before I do, a neighbor I haven’t been introduced to yet but came driving by while I was working in the front yard in a tight t-shirt and shorts. She smiled so nicely and waved like we were old friends. There was a wry quality to the smile. I thought she was turned on. A little while later she comes walking by with her dog. Now this lady has never walked down this way before. I guess because they live about 4 blocks away and right next to the park which is a much nicer area. So we had a nice conversation and my wife came out and we all talked for quite a while. After she left my wife remarked how she looked so much like her Mom and it made me remember what a complicated relationship that was and why I had buried the memory. She was cruel to me and I think it was out of a loathing something she secretly lusted for but could not have because of their religion and jealous that her least worthy of five daughters got to have.

I can’t tell you how many times she tried to convince my wife to leave me and how she even offered to pay any legal cost as long as I was out of their lives. Much to her chagrin, I shined no matter the situation or circumstance.

After our third year we had a little boy. When he turned one her parents invited us to their cabin for a week to celebrate his birthday. But what they really wanted was my back to help them with a bunch of projects. After four days helping her father insulate the subfloors and cover them with sheathing I constructed a skirt around the cabin. MIL watched me constantly as I sweated and strained and went shirtless in the afternoon. She was obviously aroused. She began to mince a little as she stared. Father in Law never noticed her. She seemed miffed about that and Friday morning she invented a task for him to do back home, four hours away, which guaranteed his absence for the rest of the weekend.

Since he was gone work ceased for the weekend and leisurely activities commenced. That’s when I won her over with my amazing manliness.

Her neighbor, who was important in her church, came up the mountain and complained about a huge rabbit that was eating the neighbor’s garden. So MIL drafted me to hunt it down with my pellet rifle and off I went with these two ladies to find it. I’ve been shooting since I was four years old and am a superior marksman. MIL always figured it was braggadocio and now she would see that it was put to the test.

 As we came down the road, there was the rabbit about 10 yards away. It hopped into the brush but I charged after it and down a steep embankment of boulders, hopping from boulder to boulder in close pursuit. It must have been quite a sight. A strapping, fit young man in a pair of massive hiking boots and tight blue jeans keeping up with a rabbit. When I got to the bottom of the ravine the rabbit stopped and stood up to see where I was. I brought my rifle up and fired. Right through the ear. A perfect shot. The rabbit dropped instantly. I gathered up the rabbit and hopped my way back up the boulders to the road. Both of the women were impressed and my Mother in Law was obviously aroused. That kind of thing, the ability to hunt productively, carried a lot weight with her. Especially since Father in Law was a failure at it. So here I was presenting a fresh rabbit to an influential woman from her church that was stunned by the spectacle of the event. She was very large breasted, and her nipples were VERY hard. This only seemed to arouse MIL more.

So off we go to the cabin where I dressed the rabbit out and onto ice. After some lemonade and a thorough reliving of the chase to much joviality, the neighbor woman left.

As we made supper and then played some board games MIL was watching me as I moved. Occasionally she would squeeze her legs together and breathe harder, her lips pursed and taught. Her eyes glued to my crotch.

My wife noticed but it only served to arouse her. One of her biggest turn ons was watching women eye me knowing she would be getting the benefit later. That one of those women was her Mother doubled the excitement. That kind of thing was ONE of her biggest turn ons but fucking and trying to stay silent because you couldn’t let others hear was her biggest. She was so wet once we got to bed I put two towels under her ass. We were fucking immediately with baby sound asleep and MIL across the hall.

My wife came four times, squeaking and whimpering as she did and the bed springs quietly squeaking along with her.

On the last orgasm we came together and I filled her with a huge, messy, load. She pulled one of the towels between her legs and passed out.

I got up to go the hall bath to wash myself with one of the towels wrapped over my messy cock and there’s MIL standing in her bedroom doorway, rubbing her legs together and breathing so hard she was shuddering. I would have to pass her to get to the bath. As I moved closer in the dark hall I realized she was naked from the waist down. Her religion wear special undergarments and she wasn’t wearing the bottom one. I tried to be cool and whispered “I’m sorry, did you need the toilet. I can wait.”

Without a word she closed the distance between us and pulled the towel out of the way saying “Please Heavenly Father, just once, just once.” and wrapped her arms around my neck. Grinding her pussy into my cock. A cock that had been getting crusty with sex juice but was now getting slick again because she was sopping wet.

This poor woman had NEVER had an orgasm because her religion said it was a lewd act and she was presented with a situation that broke her resolve on that matter. They also forbid oral sex and she admitted to my wife some time before that the fact we practiced it upset and haunted her.

As she ground against me I began to flex my knees up and down, which began rubbing my now erect and very slippery cock between her pussy lips. On the up strokes it pulled her clitoral hood back and exposed her now fully engorged clit. A clit that had perhaps never been touched before. Now rubbing against my cock head in an increasing rhythm. This woman had born six children and had small breasts but massive nippIes. They were like two thumbs boring into my chest. And since she was supporting herself I began stroking her breasts through the satin fabric of her top and tugging at her nipples gently. This sent her over the edge and she came in massive shudders, squirting all over me and onto the floor. It was like someone spilled a pitcher of water in the hall. This made the footing a problem so I picked her up and moved her back into her bedroom and back onto the bed with her ass on the edge of the bed and legs spread wide on the floor.  I picked her legs up to move her all the way into the bed but she grabbed them behind the knees and pulled them to her shoulders. Her glistening pussy on full display. It was magnificent. All those children had stretched and beefed her labia into huge slabs. They were fully engorged and stood out like two hands, grasping for cock. Now there was no way I was going to fuck her because that just seemed too much to tell my wife about so I spread her lips open with my palms and stroked her thighs. As I did this over and over she whispered “Kiss it. Just once. Oh God, please kiss it.”

So I knelt on the floor and began to lick the sopping wet and engorged pussy, its lips spread out literally six or more inches wide while I stroke her legs and the arch of her foot. As I moved my face around I pushed her clit hood back and sucked it into my pursed lips as I stroked the tops of her curled feet with my fingertips. Her back arched in a giant spasm, pushing my face hard into her to the point my nose hurt. Then she squirted a torrent of  woman cum onto my chin and chest and cried out “GOD! GOD!”

She thrashed like this for what seemed like fifteen seconds. Squirting three more times. I rolled her shuddering, whimpering body all the way into the bed and pulled the covers over her. I went into the bathroom and got some dirty towels and mopped up the floor the best I could in the dark. I took off my sopping t-shirt and put it in the pile. When I went back to the room my wife was in she was not only awake, she was totally cock crazed. She grabbed me and whispered “Don’t wake the baby.” Then she literally dragged me all over the downstairs, from couch to chair to kitchen counter and we fucked loudly. She came three more times. When we finally got to sleep it was late into the night.

The whole cabin reeked of sex. The next morning the baby slept in which was a true blessing and when we got up Mother In Law had already been awake for some time and was in her brightest and most colorful outfit. Something she could never wear around her husband. She was singing to herself and had a wonderful breakfast prepared. We never any of us mentioned the events of the night before but from that day forward she was my ardent defender and even changed her will to leave my wife and me half of her estate.