Linda had always been a cocktease around me, her short skirts and low tops flashing more skin than a mother-in-law should. My wife was out of town for a week, and Linda offered to drop by with some groceries. She showed up in a tight tank top and yoga pants that hugged her thick ass and heavy tits. The second she walked in, I knew this was going to get filthy.
We talked in the kitchen for maybe ten minutes before the tension snapped. Linda bent over to put milk in the fridge and I stepped right up behind her, grabbing her hips.
"You been asking for this, haven't you?" I growled. She pushed back against my crotch and moaned, "Fuck yes. My daughter's husband needs to fuck me."
I yanked her pants down right there. No panties. Her pussy was shaved and already dripping. I dropped to my knees, spread her ass cheeks, and buried my tongue in her wet slit. She tasted sweet and musky. Linda grabbed the counter and pushed her cunt back onto my face while I licked and sucked her clit hard. "Eat that mother-in-law pussy," she hissed. I tongue-fucked her until she came once, legs shaking.
She spun around, pulled my cock out, and dropped to her knees. Her mouth was hot and greedy. She sucked me deep, gagging on the shaft while her hand stroked the base. Spit ran down my balls. "Big son-in-law cock," she mumbled around it. I held her head and fucked her throat until tears streaked her makeup.
I hauled her up, bent her over the kitchen table, and slammed my cock into her soaked pussy in one thrust. She was tight and hot inside. I pounded her hard, the table creaking, her tits mashed against the wood. Skin slapped loud. "Fuck me harder, you dirty bastard," she begged. I grabbed her hair and drilled her, balls slapping her clit with every stroke. She came again, pussy clamping down on my dick.
We moved to the couch. I sat down and she climbed on, riding me reverse so I could watch her ass bounce. Her cheeks spread wide as she slammed down on my cock. I reached around and rubbed her clit while she fucked me. "Fill your mother-in-law up," she demanded. I flipped her onto her back, spread her legs wide, and drove in deep. Her tits bounced with every thrust. I sucked her nipples hard while I fucked her.
She came a third time, screaming, then pushed me onto my back and straddled me again. This time facing me, she ground her clit against my pubic bone while my cock stayed buried. I slapped her ass and told her what a slut she was for taking her son-in-law's dick. She loved it, riding faster until I felt my balls tighten.
I pulled out and shot thick ropes across her tits and stomach. She rubbed my cum into her skin, then licked her fingers clean. We didn't stop there. An hour later I had her on all fours in the bedroom, fucking her ass with lube while she fingered her own pussy. She begged for it rough and I gave it to her, pounding until she squirted on the sheets.
By the end of the night we were both sore and covered in sweat and cum. Linda kissed me hard before she left. "This stays between us," she said. "But next week when she's gone again, you're fucking me all weekend."
We kept it going for months. Every time my wife traveled, Linda showed up ready to get used. Raw, filthy, no romance. Just two adults who wanted to fuck and didn't care who it was with.
