Three Share a Bed

“I’m tired, and I’m not in the mood,” and then, in case she hadn’t made it clear that she didn’t want to fuck, she added, “I also have a headache.”

My balls were full, and I was eager to empty them into her pussy, but because she’d given me three excuses, I knew that there was no point in trying to persuade her. You have to pick your battles, and this was one that I was never going to win. I just wish that her sex drive was as strong as mine. We were both twenty four years old. We should be screwing at least five times a week, and not the two that she was happy with.

Shortly after, she was asleep, but I was still wide awake, frustrated because I wanted sex. This was not the start of the holiday that I wanted. However, I was optimistic that it was going to get better. Tomorrow we would be in a luxurious hotel, and we would be there for five nights. Plenty of time for fucking!

We got there just after six o’clock in the afternoon. The flight was six hours, and then we had a short taxi ride to the hotel. After checking in, I was heading for the pool.

As I approached the front desk, the receptionist gave me a radiant smile, but it disappeared when I told her my name.

“I’m very sorry Mr. Smith, but there’s a problem with your second room.”

She looked nervous, but she didn’t need to be. I was relaxed about it. We would put our things in the room until the other one was ready. I was in a good mood, and I wasn’t going to let some minor inconvenience upset me.

Then she told me what the problem was, and I blew my top. The Manager was called. It took him, plus Alice and her Mother, ten minutes to calm me down. By the time we got to our room, all the fight in me had gone. I’d come to terms with it. The holiday, that I’d been looking forward to for such a long time, was now ruined.

I’d booked two rooms. Me and Alice in one, and Jill in the other. But there’d been some sort of mix-up, the result being that only one had been reserved. And unfortunately, the hotel was full, so we couldn’t have another room. After profusely apologizing, and giving me a forty percent discount on the room, the Manager explained that they could put an extra bed in.

I was now looking at it, and shaking my head. It had come in pieces, and had been assembled in the room. It was small, covered by a thin mattress, and I could tell, even without testing it, that it was going to be uncomfortable. And I also knew who would be sleeping in it.

While hoping that I was wrong, I asked, “Who’s sleeping here?”

“Sorry Damon, I’ve got a bad back. I need a proper bed.”

My Mother-in-law’s bad back didn’t stop her playing tennis twice a week. However, pointing that out to her was not going to help, so I kept my mouth shut. I’d been right, it was going to be me. Of course, Alice could volunteer. But that was never going to happen, because it would mean me sharing a bed with Jill.

After we’d unpacked, we went to the bar. I had intended to go for a swim, but now I wasn’t in the mood. Hopefully, some alcohol would improve my mood.

“All three of us in one room isn’t ideal, but think of all the money we’ve saved.”

Jill was right. We were now paying for just one room, and it had been heavily discounted. But I would have happily payed extra, perhaps even double, for me and Alice to have our own room. Sex was now not going to happen, or it would be a quick one while her Mother wasn’t with us. Not ideal when you are on holiday.

By the time we left the bar I was in a better mood. The cocktails had gone down a treat. Alice and her Mother had kept pace with me, and it was fair to say that all of us were a bit drunk. Not falling down drunk, just happy drunk. And that’s how it should be when you are on holiday!

When we got to our room, I slumped onto the makeshift bed. It creaked under my weight, and then it suddenly collapsed. They couldn’t stop laughing, but I wasn’t amused. The holiday had started badly, and it had now got worse. No sex, and now I was going to have to sleep on the floor.

After swearing under my breath, I muttered, “I’ll have to put the mattress onto the floor. Tomorrow it’s going to be me that has a bad back.”

“No, you can sleep with us.”

Was that Alice’s idea of a joke? It must be, but I didn’t find it funny. But the expression on her face said that it wasn’t. I looked at Jill, expecting her to complain, to mention her bad back again, but she was nodding. So surprisingly, both of them were happy for me to share the bed with them. And to make it clear what the sleeping arrangements were, Alice said, “I’ll be in the middle.”

That wasn’t ideal. The bed was large, but three in it would still be a squeeze. I wasn’t complaining, because it was a lot better than sleeping on the floor.

Jill then went into the bathroom so that she could get ready for bed. But she needn’t have bothered leaving us, because when she returned, she was in her bra and panties, and she was making no attempt to cover herself up. And she also wasn’t in a hurry to get into bed. I got a good look at her, and I liked what I saw.

I started dating her Daughter three years ago, and we got married after eighteen months. In all that time I’ve never seen her when she wasn’t fully clothed. Of course, I knew that she had a great body, but seeing her just in her underwear was allowing me to appreciate it even more.

I’m a tit man. It’s what turns me on. The bigger the better. Some might consider that juvenile, but I make no apology for it. Jill, like her Daughter, has large ones, and they were now in front of me, straining against a bra that looked to be too small for her. And it was low-cut, only just covering her nipples. It was a good job that I was already under the covers, because my cock was rock hard. Then I made the mistake of looking down at her panties. What I saw would now mean that I would have difficulty sleeping, because it would be a long time before my cock calmed down. They were tight as well, like a second skin, and they were high-cut. They showed off her womanly hips and pert bottom to perfection. She was forty five years old, but these were panties that a much younger woman would wear. I was delighted that she was wearing them, but I was also surprised. They were meant to be worn to excite a lover, rather than for comfort, but currently Jill didn’t have a man in her life. When she did eventually get one, this underwear would certainly excite him.

Then, while she was talking to Alice, she changed her stance, and I got a glimpse of her covered pussy. Her legs were only slightly apart, so I couldn’t see much, but it was enough to make my cock twitch. I was desperate to get my cock into a pussy, and if I could choose, I’d now pick the Mother rather than the Daughter.

When she eventually got into bed, I was disappointed and relieved, in equal measures. Watching her had excited me, but it was also frustrating. Now, if I didn’t think about her, my cock would go limp, and I would be able to sleep.

Half an hour later, I was still awake, and my cock was still fully erect. If only Alice had let me fuck her last night, then I would be asleep by now, but she hadn’t, and I was frustrated. I’d give it a bit more time, and then I’d jerk off. That wasn’t ideal, but it looked as if it was going to be the only way that I was going to get to sleep.

But I was wrong. When I woke, it was the middle of the night, and I needed the bathroom. Surprisingly, I’d managed to sleep without having to resort to playing with my cock. And now it was behaving itself, because it was completely limp.

When I got back, my place had gone. Alice was in it, and her Mother had also moved as well. She was now in the middle, spooning her Daughter. Seeing it made me smile, but I needed to move them. That though ended up being easier said than done. I started by cajoling, and then I resorted to manhandling both of them, but without any success. And Alice, still half-asleep, was starting to get angry.

“For fuck’s sake, just get into bed!”

That’s when I gave up, getting into bed next to Jill, who was still cuddling up to Alice. And as much as I’d like to do that to her, I knew that it wasn’t something that I could do, so I had my back to her. And it was in that position that I drifted off to sleep.

However, later on, when I woke up again, we weren’t back to back. While I’d been sleeping I’d turned over, and I wasn’t now just close to my Mother-in-law, my hand was over her side, resting on one of her large breasts. I was mortified. If she woke up while it was still there she would think that I’d done it deliberately. Then, before I could take it off her, she suddenly moved towards Alice, trapping it between them. I tried to ease it out, but it was stuck, with my palm flat against it. I tried again, but this time using more force. It was working, my hand was coming out, but then I stopped, because I could feel her nipple starting to swell. I knew that I should remove my hand, but her hard nipple pressing into my palm was exciting me, and the proof of that was my rapidly expanding cock.

It wasn’t long before she moved again, but this time away from Alice. My hand now wasn’t trapped, but I still kept it there. And then, without any hesitation, I crossed a line. I couldn’t be blamed for my hand being on her breast while I’d been sleeping. And leaving it there while it was trapped, and difficult to remove, was a minor transgression. But there was no excusing what I was doing now. I was playing with her nipple with my fingers! And it was responding to my touch, because it was now as hard as my cock.

When she suddenly made a noise, I almost jumped out of my skin, but when I realized that it was a low moan, I relaxed. I hadn’t woken her up, I was just exciting her. However, that was a wake up call for me. It was now time to stop before I went too far and she woke up. And that’s what I would have done if I’d had sex recently. But I hadn’t. Because my balls were full, and my cock was rock hard, I was losing control. And my other hand, that I had now placed on her plump bottom, was proof of that. It was firm, but with enough wobble to get any man excited.

If she was to wake up now, I’d be in trouble. A hand tweaking her nipple through her bra, and one caressing her buttocks, would be difficult to explain. I’d have to pretend to be asleep. That was a flimsy excuse, and it was unlikely to work. I should stop now. So far I’d got away with it. It was best to quit while I was ahead.

When I removed my hands, I sighed. It was over. I didn’t want it to be, but I knew that I’d made the right decision. I was now going to the bathroom to masturbate, and it wouldn’t take me long, because while I was doing it I’d be thinking about Jill’s pert nipples and her firm bottom.

I’d just got out of the bed, when she turned over. She was now on her back. And in moving, she’d managed to pull the covers down, so that her breasts were exposed. Her nipples were still swollen, straining against her bra. They looked to be bigger than Alice’s, and I longed to have them in my mouth, but frustratingly, that was never going to happen. But I could have another feel of them. As my hand went towards her nipple, I told myself that it would have to be a brief touch, just a few seconds, but deep down I knew that it would be longer than that.

I was now sitting on the edge of the bed, with both my hands on her tits. This was dangerous, because if she opened her eyes, I was going to be in deep trouble. But I almost didn’t care. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my cock had never been bigger. It had been a long time since I’d been as excited as this.

When she uttered a low moan, and her eyelids flickered, I should have stopped, but I didn’t. And I was thankful that I hadn’t, because she didn’t wake up. So I just continued to enjoy her nipples. I was now even thinking about pushing her bra down, so that they would be exposed. However, despite being highly excited, and desperately wanting to do that, I realized that it would be madness. Sucking on her would definitely wake her up.

This was supposed to be a quick feel, but it had gone on for at least five minutes, perhaps even longer. With a self-control that I was surprised that I still had, I stopped, and then I removed my hands. And this time I was determined that they were not going back onto her.

After standing up, I took a last look at them, and then I sighed. And to confirm that it was really over, I pulled the covers up, so that her breasts were now hidden.

But then, as if she was testing my resolve, I watched her open her legs. I couldn’t believe it. They now weren’t just wide apart, she’d also lifted her knees up as well. It was what Alice does when we are in bed together, and she wants me to finger her. That was too much for me, I had to sit down again.

As my hand went under the covers, I scrutinized Jill’s face. Was she really asleep? She seemed to be. If not, then she was giving an Oscar winning performance.

This was taking me back to my time with Amanda, when she’d eventually opened her legs for me. We’d started dating shortly after my eighteenth birthday. She was twenty one, with a body that made women jealous, and men drool. And she was happy to let me enjoy her gorgeous body, but only her impressive tits. It was four months before I got to finger her. But it was worth the wait. What I still vividly remember is the excitement as my hand moved up her leg. The anticipation of what was going to happen when I got to her pussy. And that excitement and anticipation, was what I was experiencing now, except it was even more intense because she was my Mother-In-law.

When I got to her panties, I didn’t hesitate, my fingers went straight onto her pussy. And then I was moving them, gently feeling the contours of it. I stopped when I got to her clit. I desperately wanted to rub it, to make her come. But I knew that if I did that then she would definitely wake up. So what was I going to do instead? I could slip a couple of fingers into her tight panties, and then push them deep into her, but that was also risky. I’d been eager to get my hand between her legs, but without any consideration of what I was going to do when I got to her pussy. There was really only one sensible thing that I could do now. And that was to stop. Fortunately, I still had enough self-control left to be able to do that.

I was now in the bathroom, frantically stroking my cock, while thinking about Jill. Imagining what it would be like to fuck her was what made me come. It was a nice climax, and now that my balls were empty I’d be able to sleep.

But I was wrong, because when I got back and I saw Jill, who was now spooning Alice again, I realized how big a risk touching her had been. And now, because I couldn’t get it out of my mind, I was having difficulty sleeping. At the time, I’d thought it a risk worth taking. However, now, having just emptied my balls, I could think clearly because my cock was no longer in control. It had been madness, and I’d been lucky to get away with it. I vowed that it would never happen again.

I was the first one to wake, but by the time I’d showered and dressed, both of them were up as well. Alice was still in bed, but her Mother was sitting in a chair, and like last night, she wasn’t making any attempt to cover herself up. It took all of my willpower to stop myself from staring at her tits.

With a smile, Alice asked, “Both of us would like a coffee.”

While making it, I tried not to look at my Mother-In-law, but her large tits, that were straining against the small bra, were too big a temptation. And unless I was mistaken, she was enjoying the attention. When I handed the coffee to her, she bent forward to receive it, but more than she needed to. It was as if she was offering her heavy breasts to me. Alice didn’t appear to notice, but I certainly had, and I longed to get my hands on them. It was a good job that tonight I wouldn’t be sleeping with them, because I now wasn’t sure that I could honour my vow. If, like last night, I was to be next to my Mother-in-law, then I don’t think that I would be able to keep my hands off her.

“After breakfast I’ll go to reception and ask them for another bed. One that’s sturdier.”

“Don’t bother Damon, we managed OK last night.”

That was from Alice, but what about her Mother? It would be better if it was a no from her, because that would remove the temptation. If we were to share the same bed again tonight, I don’t think that I would be able to stop myself from touching her. However, when I looked at her, I was hoping that she would agree with her Daughter. She took her time answering, and it seemed to me that it was deliberate, so as to keep me in suspense.

“I think you should be in bed with us. You’ll sleep better,” then, after giving me a nice smile, she added, “And don’t worry about waking me up. I’m a heavy sleeper.”

On hearing that, my heart skipped a beat. But was I reading too much into it? Alice would take that at face value, but for me, was there a hidden meaning? Then we locked eyes, and I knew. At some point last night, while I’d been touching her, she’d woken up, but she’d pretended to still be asleep because she had liked what I was doing to her, and she had wanted me to continue. And now, in a subtle way, she’d told me that she wanted it to happen again. Despite knowing that it would be wrong to do it, I also wanted it to happen again.

At the start of the holiday I’d been desperate to fuck Alice, but she hadn’t been in the mood. My hope had been, that while we were staying in the hotel she’d be more relaxed, more willing to have sex. But she still wasn’t showing any interest in doing that. Yes, it was difficult with her Mother being in the same room as us, but if she’d been eager, then we would have found a way. That had frustrated me, but now it wasn’t a problem, because her Mother was eager to take her place!

We’ve always had a good relationship, but up to now, it’s never gone beyond some minor flirting. Having to share a bed, and me touching her, had taken it beyond that. And I wanted more, but I was still trying to understand why she did as well. Perhaps it was because she had always been attracted to me, and this was her first opportunity to act on it. But it was more likely, that her being on her own for the last nine months, was the main reason. If she’d still been with Tom, and having regular sex, then she wouldn’t want me. Then I nearly laughed out loud. I was overthinking this. It didn’t really matter why she was willing, the important thing was that she was.

After a leisurely breakfast, we went to the pool. It was only nine o’clock but it was already sweltering. While I swam, they relaxed on recliners that had large parasols attached. And they needed them, because the sun was blazing down. Without the shade it would have cooked them.

I managed six lengths of the small pool, at a pace that would have frightened Michael Phelps, before the wheels came off and I had to stop. The overambitious fast pace, together with the heavy breakfast that was weighing me down, had taken their toll. After getting my breath back, I got out, and then I joined them. I’d had enough exercise for the day. It was now time to down a few ice cold beers.

There wasn’t another recliner, so I had to make do with sitting down on a towel on the floor. And so that I could get some shade, I was close to Jill, near to her feet. When she handed me the drinks menu I thanked her, and then I had the difficult task of deciding what beer to choose. I couldn’t make my mind up. Jill must have noticed my indecision, because after sitting up, and leaning forward so that she could look over my shoulder, she said, “Let me help.”

“Thanks, you can pick one for me.”

She was surprisingly knowledgeable, and I got a masterclass on the strengths and weaknesses of most of the beers that they had. Eventually, after some time, she declared, “It has to be the German beer.”

I got the impression that she’d known straight away which one was the best one, but she’d taken her time choosing, so that she could impress me with her knowledge, but more importantly, so that she could stay close to me. All the time we’d been talking, her large breasts were against my shoulder and back. At times, she was even rubbing herself against me, in a provocative way. It was obvious that it wasn’t accidental. It was foreplay!

We stayed by the pool until midday, and then we went inside to eat. I hadn’t learnt my lesson from breakfast, because I ate too much again. That made me sleepy, so when Alice and her Mother decided to go shopping, I didn’t join them. Instead, I went to our room for a nap.

They didn’t get back until six, and despite being away all that time Alice hadn’t bought anything. Jill had though, and she was eager for me to see what it was, but apparently she needed her Daughter’s approval before she could do that.

Holding the small bag up, and looking at Alice, Jill said, “Can I show him?”

For some reason, that made Alice giggle, and then she nodded. I was now curious.

When I saw what she had bought my eyes nearly popped out of my head, because I was imagining her wearing it. It was a bikini, but it was nothing like the ones Alice wears. Hers are as modest as a bikini can ever be, but this one could not be smaller. I wasn’t convinced that she could fit into it.

Jill asked, “So what do you think?”

If we’d been alone, I’d have told her it was sensational, and then I would have encouraged her to try it on in front of me. However, because Alice was with us, my response had to be toned down.

“It’s nice.”

After shaking her head, she said, “It was expensive, and all I got was a nice.”

But her smile told me that she wasn’t annoyed. And she’d noticed my initial reaction when she’d held the bikini up in front of me, so she knew what my real opinion of it was. And I knew why she had bought it, it was so that she could wear it for me.

As soon as we had eaten we headed for the bar. We were now regulars, so we got our favourite cocktails without having to ask. I drank the first one as if it was water, and the second one didn’t last much longer than the first. I was on holiday, and I was determined to enjoy myself.

When I woke up, I didn’t feel well. And then when I sat up, I felt even worse. All I could remember was downing that second drink, the rest was a blur. I’d ended up sleeping on the floor, so I must have been really bad, but I would have to wait until Alice and Jill got up before I would find out if I’d disgraced myself.

And of course I had! Alice was not happy, and I got a tongue-lashing from her. Her Mother was more sympathetic, but one remark told me that I’d also spoiled her evening.

“I was so looking forward to it.”

And I knew that the ‘it’ wasn’t a few drinks in the bar, it was the sex that we would have had when Alice was asleep. I was such a fool.

While Jill was showering, Alice took the opportunity to say even more. And none of her words were kind.

“The worst bit was you standing up and singing. All your words were slurred. It was so embarrassing.”

I was getting what I deserved, so I was taking it without complaining.

“Mother thought it was funny, but I didn’t.”

I apologized again, for the fifth time, or was it the sixth? I’d lost count. But it didn’t help, she was still angry with me.

“And we were going to make love. We’d have waited until my Mother was asleep. I was so looking forward to it, but you ruined it. It’s been a long time since we’ve had sex, and you decided that you’d rather drink yourself into a stupor than give me the sex that I need.”

On hearing that I winced, I’d missed an opportunity to fuck her. Having both of them in the same night would have been ambitious, and difficult to achieve, but I would have tried! And I had an issue with her complaining that we hadn’t had sex for a while. I’d been willing, but it had been her that had kept saying no. However, I had the good sense to keep my mouth shut. Even though I was right, I knew that pointing that out to her would just make it worse for me.

“Don’t think that you will be getting any tonight, or anytime soon. I might even make you sleep on the floor again.”

Thankfully, for now at least, that was the end of it. Last night both of them wanted me to fuck them, but now, it was possible that none of them did. Alice was definitely a no, but what about her Mother? I wasn’t sure, and even if she was still willing, Alice might put a spanner in the works by making me sleep on the floor. I needed to be on my best behaviour.

After breakfast we went down to the pool. It wasn’t as hot as yesterday, but we still had to be in the shade. I was feeling a lot better, which was surprising considering how drunk I’d been the previous night. I was even considering ordering a beer, but sensibly I decided not to. That would just be asking for trouble.

We’d been beside the pool for half an hour, when, after suddenly sitting up, Jill loudly declared, “I’m so stupid.”

We both looked at her. I’d no idea why she thought that, but she couldn’t beat me. After last night, I was the world record holder for stupidity.

“I buy a new bikini, and then I don’t wear it.”

Before either of us could say anything, she was off the recliner and heading towards the hotel entrance, presumably going to our room so that she could change into it. I hoped so, but I wasn’t sure that my heart could take the strain of seeing her in it.

It was a while before she returned, and when she did she had a towel wrapped around her. Then she slowly took it off, as if she was putting on a show for me. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. And while she was doing this, Alice was snoozing, which was presumably why she was being so brazen.

“So what do you think?”

“The bikini or your body?”

That got a giggle from her, and it made my pulse race.

“Don’t be cheeky, I want your opinion on the bikini.”

I took my time answering her, even though I could have done it straight away, because I was enjoying looking at her. And it was obvious that she was relishing the attention she was receiving, because all the time my eyes were on her, she was smiling.

“I like it, I like it a lot,” then, after making sure that Alice was still asleep, I said, “But I like your body even more.”

This time she didn’t admonish me, instead she moved closer, so close that her large breasts were almost against my chest, and then she whispered into my ear, “Don’t get drunk tonight.”

The meaning was obvious. If I stayed sober, then the gorgeous body that was in front of me now, would be mine tonight.

If Alice hadn’t suddenly woken up, we would have kissed, and that would have been dangerous. We needed to wait until we were in bed together, and Alice was sound asleep, before doing anything.

That evening we were back in the bar again, but I’d learnt my lesson. There was no repeat of the previous evening. I did have three cocktails, but I didn’t gulp them down, and I spaced them out. This time when we left the bar I didn’t need to be carried. And out of the three of us, I was definitely the most sober. Alice and Jill weren’t drunk, but sharing two bottles of red wine had made them merry.

When we got to our room I was eager to go to bed, and presumably Jill was as well, but frustratingly, Alice wanted to watch some television. I didn’t dare complain, because if I did, then she would definitely make me sleep on the floor.

This time when Jill undressed, she didn’t do it in the bathroom. She did it in front of us. That made sense, because we were now used to seeing her in just her underwear. It had become routine. However, after doing it, she didn’t get into bed with us, instead she sat on the chair that was on my side of the bed. The other chair, that was on Alice’s side, would have given her a better view of the television. But it soon became apparent that she wasn’t interested in watching the television. She’d sat there, close to me, so that she could tease me without her Daughter noticing!

At first it was her adjusting her bra, but that was just an excuse so that she could touch her breasts. As I watched her out of the corner of my eye, she became bolder, placing a hand high up on her thigh, close to her panties. Then she parted her legs, just enough so that her hand could go between them. But her hand stayed on her thigh, gently stroking it. I desperately wanted my hand to be where hers was. However, if it was, it wouldn’t be staying there, it would be quickly heading towards her pussy.

As I continued watching her, her hand did move, but only slowly. She was gently caressing her thigh. It was a simple gesture, but it was also highly erotic. It was taking all of my willpower to stop myself from joining in, by stroking my erect cock. She didn’t touch her pussy, but her hand did occasionally go very close to it. She was giving a masterclass in teasing.

When, after twenty minutes of torturing me, she stopped, I was relieved, because it was getting too much for me. But she hadn’t really finished, and she wanted to take it up a level.

“Damon be a darling. My back is killing me, please will you massage it?”

Of course I wanted to. I was desperate to get my hands on her, but to massage her back properly I would need Alice out of the bed. Before I could ask her, she spoke.

Without taking her eyes off the television, she said, “I’m not moving. If you want to do it then it will have to be on the floor.”

I looked at Jill, and she nodded. So she was OK with that, and I was as well. I had to be careful getting out of the bed, because even though my cock was now no longer fully erect, there was still an impressive bulge in my boxers. If Alice was to notice it she would realize that I was excited, and she’d wonder why.

Jill was now face down on the mattress that was from the collapsed bed. I’d placed it at the end of our bed, and that was deliberate, because unless Alice sat up, she wouldn’t be able to see Jill, and more importantly, see what I was doing to her.

Initially I was giving my Mother-in-law the massage that she had asked for, but it changed when she raised her top up so that I could get to her tits. I didn’t hesitate, both my hands were quickly on them. At first, playing with the nipples through her bra, but then shortly after, I pushed her bra down so that they were exposed. Now that they were out of her underwear, my fingers could do a proper job on them.

Because of the expert attention that her nipples were now getting, what happened next was inevitable, but it still took me by surprise, and my heart nearly stopped. She’d uttered a loud moan, and it was obvious that she’d made that noise because she was excited. Alice, on hearing it, would have known that. We were now in trouble.

“Please keep the noise down, I’m trying to watch the film. It’s the last five minutes.”

I was relieved. We had got away with it. She’d been so engrossed in the programme that she was watching she hadn’t realized the significance of the sound that her Mother had made. But now we had to stop, because the film was coming to an end.

After adjusting her bra, so that her nipples were covered, she got into bed. The film then ended and Alice turned the television off. I was getting into bed, next to her Mother, and hoping that Alice wouldn’t realize that I was on the wrong side, but she did. And she made me move.

It was only ten minutes before Alice was asleep, but it felt like a lot longer than that. I then did the sensible thing, waiting another ten to make sure that she was sleeping soundly. Now that she was, I could go to Jill.

As I squeezed in next to her, she gently pushed against her Daughter. At first she didn’t move, but then she rolled over from the middle. We now had enough room.

We were facing each other, with our mouths close together, so we kissed. And for a few minutes, that’s all we did. If Alice hadn’t been with us then we would already be fucking, and it would be frantic. But she was with us, so it had to be done slowly. The bed was large, and Alice wasn’t a light sleeper, but any sudden movement, or loud noise, might still wake her up. And her seeing me on top of her Mother would be difficult to explain!

What we were doing now, was what we would have done the previous night if I hadn’t drunk myself silly. This morning I could have kicked myself for being so stupid. But the delay was turning out to be a good thing, because having to wait, with Jill taking every opportunity to flaunt her body in front of me, had built up the anticipation. And now, even though we had only just started, my excitement was almost off the scale.

This time I didn’t push her bra down, instead I unfastened it, and then, after quickly removing it, I tossed it out of the bed. It landed on the chair, and for some reason that made her giggle. That became a moan, when my mouth was on her nipple. I’d waited a long time to do this, and it was everything that I’d hoped it would be.

Alice’s nipples are as nice as her Mother’s, and she does like me playing with them, but I have to be careful. If I’m too rough with them, or I suck on them too hard, she complains. But Jill was different, she didn’t appear to have any restrictions. She was allowing me to do to them, whatever I wanted to do, and she wasn’t just tolerating it, she was enjoying it, perhaps even more than I was. And I was filling my boots. No nipple has ever been sucked harder, and no nipple has ever been pinched harder, than what I was doing to her now.

Then suddenly, between low moans, she said, “You do know that I have a pussy?”

I laughed, because she had said it in a way that made it sound as if it was possible that she didn’t have one. I was a self-confessed tit man. A fully paid up member of the ‘Bigger is better’ club. My fascination with large breasts was because they got me excited, but it was pussy that finished me off.

“I’m glad to hear that, because I have a cock that is looking for one.”

It was her turn to laugh.

She’d mentioned her pussy because she wanted me to finger her, and I was happy to oblige. But first she needed to take her underwear off, and it would be quicker if she did it herself.

“Take your panties off.”

She then did, but while doing it, she accidently kicked Alice. And it looked as if she was going to wake up, but fortunately all she did was turn over so that she was now facing us. Should we stop? I wasn’t sure that I could. When I looked at Jill, she nodded. Good, like me, she wanted to continue.

As soon as my hand got to her pussy, I was teasing her opening with a couple of fingers. But that was too tame for her.

“Don’t mess about, put your fingers deep into me. And hurry up.”

She’s the Mother of the woman that I love, so I’m always happy to be the dutiful Son-in-law.

I quickly pushed two fingers into her, and harder than I had intended to, but her loud groan told me that she’d liked it. If that had been Alice, she would have told me to stop because I was being too rough. Her Mother was different, she was OK with what I’d done, and she even wanted more.

“Do it again, but with more fingers.”

This time she got three, up to the knuckles. It made her purr.

“Now fuck my cunt with them.”

Hearing her say that word, one that her Daughter never uses, sent a surge of excitement through my body. And, as I was now fucking her with them, I was wishing that Alice would be as enthusiastic in the bedroom as her Mother was.

It wasn’t long before she spoke again, to give me more instructions.

“Rub my clit. I want to come, and then you can fuck me.”

I like that. A woman that knows what she wants, and who then tells her lover what it is.

Some clits are hard to find, but this one wasn’t, even though she had large labia, because it was already nicely swollen. I had a sudden urge to pleasure it with my tongue rather than my fingers. And I wouldn’t say no to sucking on her large lips. But that was for another day, when we were alone. Hopefully there would be another day, and many more of them. However, this might be a one-off, so I needed to savour it.

While I was rubbing her clit, I thought some more about going down on her. Why was that any more risky than fucking her? I decided that it wasn’t, but would my Mother-in-law agree to it? There was only one way to find out.

“Can I lick you?”

After giggling, she said, “I thought you’d never ask.”

So it wasn’t just a yes, she was as eager as I was to do it. And now that I knew more about her, it didn’t surprise me.

It was hot being under the covers, and the confined space was making me feel claustrophobic, but as soon as my mouth was near her pussy, all that was forgotten.

I didn’t know where to start. Should I stick my tongue in her opening, and taste her juices? Or should I suck on her large lips? And there was also her clit to think about. Then she said something, but the covers muffled it, so I couldn’t make out the words. I smiled, because I didn’t need to hear what she’d said. It would be something like, ‘Hurry up and lick my cunt’.

I picked her opening, it was as good a place as any to start. After running my tongue up and down it a few times, I pushed it in as far as it would go. The taste was divine. Perhaps too musky for most men, but for me, it was perfect.

That hadn’t done a lot for her, but what I was doing now, was. I had a large portion of her lips in my mouth, and it was making her squirm. And as I continued sucking on them she became even more agitated. Ideally, I’d keep going for as long as I could, only stopping when she was begging me to lick her clit. But my cock was desperate for pussy, so it was time to make her come so that she could then be fucked.

When my tongue caressed her little pearl, she nearly climaxed. This wasn’t going to take long. I then licked it again, but firmer, and it moved her closer to reaching it. Two more did the trick.

I was proud of myself. She’d asked me to make her come, and I had. It was a big one, and I was sure that she would praise me for it later, after she’d recovered. But there was a problem, I might not live to hear it. As soon as it had started she had wrapped her legs around my head, pinning me down. I couldn’t move, but more worryingly, I couldn’t breathe. If it lasted much longer then I was in serious danger of passing out.

When her legs did eventually go limp, I quickly pushed them apart, and then I took several deep breaths. That had been uncomfortable, but thankfully it was now over.

It felt good to be out from under the covers, but it would feel even better when my cock was deep inside her. However, she was still, as if asleep, and her eyes were closed. Should I wait until she was ready? Then she opened them, and to my surprise she laughed.

When she stopped, she said, “You look a mess, your face is red and your hair looks as if you haven’t combed it for a week.”

So no praise for the wonderful climax that I’d just given her, just laughter!

When I pushed into her, I would have liked her legs to be further apart, but there wasn’t room because Alice was in the bed with us. I wasn’t complaining, I was just grateful that she was still fast asleep. So far, there had been a lot of noise and movement from us, but she hadn’t woken up. Now we would be fucking. Hopefully our good fortune would continue.

When I’d entered her, I hadn’t stopped until my balls were flat against her. That had made her gasp. Just a little one, and not very loud, but it was still enough to make me feel good. If this was a story rather than real life, then my manhood would be a monster, at least ten or eleven inches in length, and it would be outrageously thick. Jill would have been overjoyed to see it, and after taking it all in, her gasp would have been long and loud. But this wasn’t literature, so my cock was a normal one, average in length and thickness. However, I’d learnt from experience that it was big enough to do the job.