Christmas

The haze I was in was still over me, shades of reality seeping in between the mixture of sleep and alcohol. I was on a sofa, the layout of the room familiar enough for me. I could feel a pleasure on my cock, a woman forcing her way down the shaft with her mouth and hands. The messy slurping sounds enticed me. I must be dreaming, my wife's flight was snowed in from a last minute business trip.

My eyes open up, trying to adjust to the dark room I reach down but the body my groggy hands fumble against is not one I know. I grudgingly try to pull away from the pleasure of feeling.

"Don't, I don't remember the last time I had a cock in my mouth."

I jerk back hard against reality but her grip is tight against my throbbing slick cock. Her mouth dives back down onto me, almost taking me hole this time. My body freezes and I moan out quietly.

"I know this is a bit weird. Me being your mother in law, but you're already enjoying me. The sin has already taken place, and you can't deny your lust now, can you? No one has to know."

There was always this awkward energy between us. I always tried to be respectful but she tended to make dirty comments to me, just for a reaction. She loved to see me nervous, and stumble over my words. As guilty as I currently felt, that quickly melted away with every stroke of her hand, flick of her tongue, low slurp she made.

She used her hand and mouth skillfully, there was no turning back. I was going to fuck her while everyone else slept. My mind was made for me. She got up, I could only see the full shape of her body as she laid next to me. I got up and spread her legs. I didn't bother with any added foreplay.

"I want to be fucked, use me. Call me the vile names that are in that head of yours. I don't want tenderness, I miss the way a young man fucks.."

I pressed my head against the opening then shoved my thick cock all the way inside. A deep gasp slipped past her lips. She gripped onto my body tight as she went rigid. I stopped to let her get used to me.

"Fuck me!" she demanded in a forceful whisper.

I pulled back and started drilling her. She clung tighter. I fucked her as quietly as possible while still abusing her pussy. The way men fuck whores, I had no Idea of she would get off or not. I was taken over by lust and the sounds she kept making in my ear.

"Oh my god yes, use me. Shove that cock inside of me, son."

The last word seemed to trigger something erotic inside me. Some twisted lust in a dark part of me fueled me to fuck her even harder.

"Fuck, Oh yeah there you go. I want you to cum inside of me."

I grunted, almost losing it then. I whispered to her how much of a slut she was. Demeaning her was thrilling. For so long I had to treat her respectfully. No matter if she deserved it or not. I told her how bad I've wanted to fuck her for years. How much of a whore I she was in fantasies. How I would masturbate to scenes of her. How I would sneak peeks down her shirt then would hide my obvious erection.

I covered her mouth and fucked her harder than I had ever fucked my wife. She was idling to be the piece of flesh for me to use as I saw fit. My mother in law was my whore. There was no ounce of love or care. She was a whore demanding to be treated as such. I looked down at her twisted face, her hands clawing at the cushion of the couch and I exploded.

I came hard and buried my face in her chest forcing back the urge to grunt out loudly as the peak hit me. Everything paused, the wave finally crashing and flowing past me.

"Thank you, it's been too long since I've been made to feel sexy. Honestly the best Christmas gift I've had in years."

And with that we went our separate ways, she shuffled up the stairs in her robe and I laid in my sex drifting back to sleep.