A Perfect Crime

"Feel better now?" Gwen asked as I returned to the living room to find her sat back in the chair. "Think you can keep that down?" She asked, pointing to the bowl of chicken soup and noodles on the coffee table.

I nodded, smiling embarrassedly, just happy that the movement no longer made me feel sick, "I can only try, thank you."

"OK. I'll get off now. Come round to our house tomorrow lunchtime and I'll make you a proper meal."

"You don't have to do that. I can manage," I protested.

"Maybe I don't, but I want to. OK?"

"OK," I replied, "What about Frank though?"

"Oh, he'll be at work until after 8pm, so there's no need to worry about that old so-and-so," she laughed, as she put her coat back on and made her way to the front door. "Now eat that soup, get yourself to bed, and we'll have a good chat tomorrow. OK?"

Chapter 5

After a good 12 hours sleep, I was finally feeling better when I pulled into my in-laws drive the following day exactly as I had been ordered to. Gwen opened the door before I had the chance to ring the bell and pulled me inside.

"I'm so glad you decided to come. I really am sorry you know. I can't let that stupid girl deprive me of the son I never had can I?" She said as she walked in front of me toward the living room.

"I got the impression I didn't really have a choice," I laughed in return.

As I followed my mother-in-law down the hallway, I noticed for the first time how short and tight the skirt she was wearing was. Much sexier than her 'normal' attire. Puzzled, I followed her into the room and sat opposite her as requested. Now that I could see her upper body properly, I was pleasantly surprised to notice how her blouse was much tighter than she would normally wear too, and shock of shocks, the clearly-visible nubs of her nipples made it quite obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Her face was made up carefully too. And her hair. Normally tied in a ponytail, it was brushed out and flowing down to her shoulders.

She smiled nervously as she caught me staring at her chest. Leaning back into her sofa, she crossed her legs, affording me a tantalising glimpse up her skirt toward her thighs and exposing the edge of the black lace of stocking tops in the process.

I felt myself blushing. I had never had any sexual feelings toward my mother-in-law- well not that I would admit anyway - and yet there I was, staring openly at her and feeling the first stirrings of excitement in my groin.

She lowered her eyes from mine, nervously pulling at her shoulder-length hair.

"I listened to that message yesterday when you were upstairs having a shower. I'm so sorry John, I really am. I'm thoroughly ashamed of my daughter. How could she do that to you? How could she do those things with another man?"

Embarrassed, I grimaced at her, "I don't know Gwen. I thought she was happy..."

"I did too," she replied stern-faced, "She always was a wilful girl, but I don't know what the fuck has come over her."

I again grinned in shocked surprise as she once more used language I was not used to hearing from her.

"Oops...sorry. I know I shouldn't swear. She's just made me so...fucking mad!..." she went on, her face reddening with embarrassment.

We burst into laughter then, grinning at each other as we both relaxed a little. I again glanced down at her exposed thighs, marvelling at how much she looked like a more mature version of her daughter- and blushing again as she once more caught me looking.

* * *

"Do you like what you see John? The clothes are Claire's. I thought you would appreciate seeing them again." She breathed huskily as she re-crossed her legs, causing her skirt to slide a little farther up her thighs and exposing even more of the lace.

"Gwen?" I queried, raising my eyebrows in astonishment at the sexy woman in front of me I had never suspected existed.

Her voice trembling with obvious nerves, she continued, "Please don't turn me down, John. I know I'm not as young or firm as my daughter, but I've fancied you since the first time I met you and now that she has abandoned you I was wondering..."

"Oh my God, Gwen. I had no idea. I have never felt about you that way."

The look of disappointment that crossed her face was obvious as she lowered her eyes. Suddenly she smiled.

"Well it certainly looks as though you feel that way now." She chuckled, as she nodded toward my groin.

I followed her gaze. My jeans were being stretched in an obscene manner by an erection I hadn't even realised I had. Blushing furiously, I grabbed a magazine and covered myself, trying to hide the evidence of my arousal from my grinning mother-in-law.

More confidence in her voice now, Gwen spoke softly, "We can either put this conversation behind us and eat the lunch I've prepared," she said, opening her legs a little more and showing a glimpse of white thigh above the stocking tops, "Or we can go upstairs and you can get some sort of revenge on my husband and daughter by fucking my brains out in our marriage bed and then eat later."

Taking my bemused silence as a 'yes' to the latter, my previously staid and conservative mother-in-law stood and took my hand, pulling me to my feet in one smooth movement. Reaching up and pulling my head down toward hers, she locked her warm, moist lips to mine and immediately probed my mouth with her wriggling tongue. Kissing me with an explosion of sexuality, she pressed her soft body against my ever-increasing hardness.

I responded. Of course I responded. It had been over a month since I had had sex. I had not relieved myself in any way either, as I'd sunk into drunken depression. Consequently my body was reacting naturally to the advances of a sexy, warm woman kissing me with a fervour I had never imagined she had in her. Reaching down and grabbing her tight arse cheeks, I pulled our loins together as we kissed passionately for the first time ever.

Taking my hand, the naughty little minx led me upstairs to the master bedroom. Obviously hoping her seduction technique would work, she had prepared the room for the sexual activities that were about to ensue. The curtains were drawn. The room was lit by several candles flickering dimly. The heating was turned up, and covering the bed was a shiny, pristine, white-satin sheet just awaiting our bodies to mess it up...

* * *

Standing at the bottom of the bed, she started undoing my shirt buttons, swiftly exposing my smooth, muscular chest to her wanton gaze.

"Oh my God!... It's just as I imagined." She whispered, running her fingers sexily over my six-pack stomach.

Covering my chest with soft, fluttery kisses from her open mouth, her fingers continued down to the belt holding my jeans up. Impatiently, she pulled the buckle open and popped the button of my fly in one movement, opening the top of my jeans and exposing my bulging boxers.

"Oh fuck, John. You're beautiful... What the fuck is she thinking of?" My mother-in-law gasped, kneeling in front of me and pulling both garments down to my knees.

My rigid cock slapped against my stomach as she released it from the confines of my underwear, standing proudly before her lustful gaze as she stroked it with both hands. Taking my shaft in one hand and my swollen balls in the other, she looked up at me. Her eyes filled with a mischievous smile as she pushed her tongue forward and licked the large blob of pre-cum gathered at the pulsing slit at the end of my cock.

"Mm-mm, it's been so long since..." she murmured, dropping her eyes to my groin.

"Oh fuckkkk..." I gasped, as only the second mouth I had ever felt there enveloped the end of my cock and sucked it like a vacuum. Only the second, and it belonged to the mother of the first one...

That thought, suddenly flying through my mind, almost caused me to lose it as Gwen's warm, soft mouth continued to suck me ever deeper into her throat. Not wanting to disappoint the lovely lady, I had to push her shoulders firmly away from me, causing my twitching cock to spring once again against my stomach. I pulled her to her feet, bending and kissing her once more, tasting myself on her moist lips.

I slowly started to pull open the buttons on her blouse, only for her to take over and rip them all off in one swift tug. Her unfettered breasts bounced provocatively as she dragged the blouse from her shoulders and started to pull her skirt over her hips, rapidly exposing the fact she wasn't wearing any underwear at all. Just a black garter belt holding up the black lace-topped stockings.

"Oh God." I heard myself exclaim, enraptured by the sight in front of me. My eyes filled with wonder at how much she looked like her daughter- my errant and adulterous wife. They looked so much alike. There was just... well, more of Gwen I suppose. In her mid-fifties, there were none of the sharp edges her daughter possessed. Her hips were more rounded; her breasts more full and not quite as high; her long legs a little chunkier. But the biggest difference though, the most notable, was the older woman's total lack of a pubic bush. She was completely bare between her legs. Her womanly lips were clearly on view as they glistened with the moisture of her arousal, exposed to my fascinated gaze as I stared open-mouthed at her beautifully-rounded, sexy body.

"I knew you'd like them," she laughed, "All you men do. A garter belt and stockings and you're all putty in our hands." She mocked, confidently posing for me with hands on hips, spreading her legs slightly to expose even more of her pouting sex to my lustful gaze.

She lay back onto the bed, her legs dangling over the edge as she spread her arms and invited me to join her.

"Now do I have to beg? Or would you like to fuck this old woman and make her dreams come true? Do whatever you want to me, my lovely, sexy son-in-law."

I laughed loudly as I dived between her legs, my jeans still around my ankles.

"You are such a naughty woman," I chuckled as I thrust into her in one stroke, embedding myself in the warm depths of her cunt.

"Oh sweet Jesus!... I just knew it would be like this," she gasped as I started to slowly pound our loins together. "How the fuck can my stupid daughter call you a needle-dick? It feels like you're going to split me in two and come out of my mouth. Oh my God...I've never had so much... Oh fuck... so much COCK!..."

She was panting heavily as I settled into a forceful rhythm, fucking her mercilessly. Looking up, I happened to glance at the bedside table. On top of it was a picture of my wife and her father taken on our wedding day. Smiling happily together. Together as he always wanted. No sign of me at all.

"Fuck you," I mouthed silently as I fucked his wife, "And fuck your unfaithful bitch of a daughter too."

* * *

I took my 'revenge' a further 3 times that afternoon. Twice depositing my hot cum in my mother-in-law's tight cunt, and the last time down her throat as she sucked me as far into her mouth as she could whilst grinning up into my eyes in a deliciously salacious display of her wantonness. That was the first time anyone had ever taken me in their mouth and swallowed everything I had. My wife, the only other person to ever taste my cock, had always flatly refused to swallow my cum. Always refused to let me come in her mouth. Now her mother, her gorgeous, sexy mother, had eagerly gulped down the hot and sticky liquid as it spurted to the back of her throat.

Later, as we lay sated in the sticky mess that covered the sheet by then, she snuggled into my side, pressing our damp, sweaty bodies together the same way her daughter had always done after we had made love. Idly stroking my completely 'wasted' cock, the lovely lady was musing contentedly as I gently extracted myself from her embrace.

"You know you are only the second woman I have had sex with, don't you?" I asked as I sat and pulled my knees up to my chest, putting my arms around my legs and hugging myself defensively.

"Really? Wow!... I had no idea. I always thought you had put it around a lot before you met Claire," Gwen answered, joining me in sitting and leaning against the headboard, "You mean you were a virgin when you first got together with my daughter?"

"We both were." I answered wistfully, glancing at the photo of my estranged wife on the bedside table.

"Wow! I can't believe she thinks she can find someone better. She should think herself lucky she's not married to her father because he is fucking useless at it." She laughed as she softly punched my shoulder, before jumping out of bed and strolling into the en-suite. I heard the soft tinkling of her relieving her full bladder, accompanied by her happily singing to herself, before she returned a few seconds later and once again joined me on the bed.

"Oh yuck!" She exclaimed as her backside settled into the large wet patch where we our combined fluids had gathered.

"I suppose we had better get out of bed and clean up then?" I laughed.

"Oh, I don't know. Perhaps I'll just leave it for him to sleep in. I don't think he'd notice. He certainly wouldn't recognise the smell of sex anyway." She chuckled mischievously, grabbing my poor penis and squeezing him.

"You can forget that, you sex-mad bitch," I joked, "He's completely knackered." I admonished, firmly removing her hand from my sore, spent cock.

"Oh dear... Are you sure? I really think I could get him interested again." She murmured sexily as she tried to bend down and take me in her mouth once more.

"Get off!" I laughed firmly, "We have to get up. I don't want your husband finding us like this. It would be just too much hassle with everything that's going on in our lives."

"OK. If you insist." The unrepentant woman replied, pouting her lips in a mock sulk.

"I do. Now let's get cleaned up before the brown stuff hits the fan." I replied.

* * *

We showered together, washing each other thoroughly- certain parts more thoroughly than others I might add- before I put my jeans and shirt back on and she pulled a pink tracksuit over her naked body.

Catching me looking at her quizzically as she dropped the top over her bouncing breasts, she asked, "What?"

"No underwear?" I replied, grinning at her.

"I may never wear knickers again if I don't feel like it. And my tits are too sore for a bra after you've been mauling them all afternoon." She replied, sticking her tongue out at me and shaking her hair loose as she tilted her head back in mock indignation.

Laughing together, we left the bedroom and went back downstairs.

"Oh yes, I'm starving." I exclaimed as I spied the sandwiches and snacks she had prepared for our delightfully postponed lunch.

"Fuck off. You haven't time. You'll have to get a takeaway on the way home whilst I tidy up. Frank can have the food when he gets home. You've had his wife all afternoon so he may as well have your lunch." My naughty mother-in-law joked as she pushed me out of the door. Not before we exchanged even more oral fluids in a hot, sexually-charged kiss on her front doorstep though...

***

My affair with my sexy mother-in-law continued for the next few months as I came to accept that my marriage was over. We would meet at every opportunity. Sometimes she would come round to my house and we would spend hours just fucking each other to a standstill. The best times though were always when we did it in her marital bed under the watchful gaze of her husband and daughter.

It was there one day, as we lay relaxing after our first energetic fuck of the day, that she turned to me and said seductively, "I've had an idea."

"Oh yeah, what's that you dirty woman?" I asked

"I was thinking back to that tape the other day, and I was wondering if what my daughter had said was true." She replied, shuffling up and looking me directly in the eye.

"If what was true?" I asked, bristling slightly at the mere mention of the start of my marital break-up.

"That you didn't want to have anal sex. Is that true? Didn't you want to do that?"

"Not at all. It's just that whenever I mentioned it, your daughter adamantly refused and said it was dirty. Why do you ask?" I replied.

"Well it's just that I've never done it either, and I was wondering..." she murmured, grinning shyly.

"Really? Really...? Well if you're sure, who am I to deny a lady her desires." I joked, raising her mouth and kissing her as we looked into each other's eyes.

"Oh goody! I hoped you'd say that. That's why I gave myself a good enema this morning. So I'd be nice and clean for you." She giggled, as enthusiastic as a little girl getting her first Barbie doll.

"Oh my God, woman! You really are a dirty, naughty mother-in-law aren't you?" I chuckled.

Firmly turning her over and pulling her hips up, I pushed a pillow under them so that her soft backside was raised into the air. Gently gripping her cheeks in both hands, I spread them apart to expose the tight, little brown ring I was about to invade for the first time.

"There's some lube in the top drawer," she panted, reaching back with both hands and spreading herself obscenely for me, "Please be careful when you shove that big cock in my poor virgin arsehole.

I have to say, the feeling of my cock sliding into her tight, velvety, virgin backside for the first time was something I'll never forget. She gripped me with the force of a soft clamp as I slowly entered the previously uncharted territory, gasping and moaning as she buried her face in the pillow and screwed the sheet up with her fingers. We gradually increased our rhythm as her bottom got used to being plundered and loosened its grip slightly. Eventually she was thrusting back at me as hard as she could, begging me to "Fuck my dirty arse" as she used her fingers to firmly massage her clitoris. Of course her tightness, the uniqueness of the first anal fuck, and her screaming in ecstasy as she came, soon led me to deposit a huge load of thick cum deep into her clasping bowels before we both collapsed on the bed gasping for breath.

"Well that was... interesting," she giggled, wriggling her bottom against me as I lay prone on top of her sweat-coated back.

I slowly extracted my wilting member from it's tight sheath, a small blob of my deposit slipping from her slowly tightening, dark hole as I withdrew completely.

"Fucking hell...I mean... Fucking WOW!" I exclaimed softly, flopping onto my back by her side.

Gwen chuckled sexily as she raised herself and disappeared into the bathroom, emerging again a few minutes later carrying a warm, soapy flannel and a towel.

"I think we had better wash this big-boy if we are going to put him back where he really belongs later." She laughed, taking my limp cock in her hand and starting to wash it with the hot cloth.

"Fucking hell woman. You're insatiable." I laughed.

"You think so?...Are you complaining?" She mocked, as she once again started playing with her new 'toy'.

"Not at all, just give me a few minutes though. OK?" I begged, chuckling at her attempts to raise the dead.

"Haven't time to wait. I need him in my pussy as soon as..." she murmured, bending her head and taking my abused, but freshly cleaned, penis into her warm mouth.

"Oh Fuck..." I complained happily, resigned to my fate...

Chapter 6

On my own father's advice, I had employed the services of a lawyer friend of his as my divorce attorney. Just as well really, as I found out later Claire was suing me for alimony and 50% of all our assets. I had always thought she would have more than me to divide up. My lawyer found out though, that according to her father's books, she had only ever been paid a pittance compared to what I had been led to believe. She had no savings whatsoever, and her car was leased by her father's company. Consequently, she demanded we sell the house and divide the proceeds up 50/50- even though all the work and expense put into it had been mine. Because of the extension and renovations, our home was worth several times more than we owed on it so she would be due a considerable lump sum. Much more than me as I would be responsible for all her expenses concerning the house sale and ensuing divorce.