~~~ Saturday ~~~
Although the sky was brightening, the sun wasn’t even visible yet when my alarm went off. I showered quickly and then dressed – choosing to go commando for my early-morning tryst with my fiancee’s mom.
Today was the day! Kasey and I would be married – and my drop-dead gorgeous former Science teacher – who had become my secret lover – the woman I was heading to have sex with at this very moment – would be my mother-in-law.
Married – at 18 years old – to the hottest girl in school – and fucking her mom on the side! Fuck! I pinched myself – for the hundredth time – to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.
My mind was racing – a hundred miles an hour – thinking about all that had happened – and what was coming – and I found myself at the parking lot a little earlier than we’d agreed.
Looking at the time, I thought of the quote I’d heard my dad’s cousin – who’d served a stint in the Navy – repeat often, “If you’re not 15 minutes early, you’re late.”
He’d offered the maxim to me as serious advice – and I’d taken to living by it. It hadn’t failed me yet.
I thought of one of his other favorites and snickered: “I joined the Navy because I loved the shiny look of those ships … then I found out who kept them shiny.”
I decided to wait in the car – and see who else was out and about at this time of the morning. A couple people parked, stretched, and headed down the jogging path.
I had seen the path before – but I’d never taken it – but that would probably be the best place to fuck my mother-in-law – assuming she didn’t want car sex.
My dick was already getting hard – thinking about her amazing physique – and I focused on the people entering and leaving the path – thankfully there weren’t too many – but there were more than I would have expected.
Before I realized it, Mrs. Williams was getting out of her car – that I hadn’t even noticed arriving.
As her body came into view, my trouser-schnauzer lurched to the end of its chain – trying to break free.
Fuck!
This woman would probably look sexy in a fucking tator-sack – but she wasn’t wearing burlap – she was wearing spandex & nylon.
There are women that God put on this planet that should probably consider not wearing leggings in public – and there are women who look like God designed them specifically for that purpose.
The black & grey leggings Mrs. Williams was wearing were sinfully tight – and her legs & ass looked amazing.
I heard a body colliding with a lilac bush and turned to look at the jogging path – where I noticed that I was not the only one who had been admiring the sexy Science teacher’s assets. The poor fucker wasn’t even trying to get up – he was still entranced.
Her black jacket looked short – but it was unzipped – so your eyes didn’t linger on the long-sleeved wrap – they headed straight for the charcoal sports bra that was struggling to contain her marvelous milk-duds.
She was walking my way and I just sat and enjoyed the view – the fucking amazing view of her gorgeous jugs moving in rhythm with her captivating hips – framing her delectable navel.
I licked my lips and she smiled at me.
Fuck! My cock was rock hard and she wasn’t even naked yet.
Two paces from the car, she stopped and slowly spun around – showing me how the leggings hugged her perfect ass.
I nearly came in my pants right then!
I stumbled out of the car and she wrapped me in a hug.
“You’re going to be arrested for public indecency,” I whispered into her ear – briefly capturing the lobe in my teeth.
She grabbed my face in both hands and kissed the life out of me.
“.. and involuntary manslaughter,” I finished – when she released me – nodding at the gentleman who was still trying to remove himself from the foliage.
She smirked and gave me another peck, taking my hand in hers, interlacing our fingers.
With her other hand, she caressed my obvious hard-on, quirking an eyebrow at me and smiling wickedly.
I knew, then, what Odysseus felt like – tied to the mast of his ship – as the sirens called to him – and he struggled to free himself – hoping for a moment of ecstasy – completely blind to the threat to his life.
Thankfully, my siren – other than some wickedly erotic teasing – had not chosen to devour me. Well, actually, she had – and that was amazing too.
Hand in hand, we headed down the path.
I don’t know if I closed my car door or not – I wasn’t turning back – I was too busy trying to stretch my peripheral vision to stare at my lover’s wondrous ass as we walked deeper into the woods.
She giggled at me and pulled my chin over for another smooch.
The kiss ended and I realized that I was still staring into her captivatingly-brown eyes.
She giggled again – and tugged on my hand – to get me moving once more.
I was intoxicated.
The next thing I knew, we were a dozen feet off the path – which I could just see through the bushes.
My cargo shorts were around my ankles and my stiff cock was pointed at the bare ass of my MILF-lover – who was leaning up against a large tree – with her legs as wide as they would go with her leggings wrapped around her knees.
She wasn’t wearing panties.
“Reggie?”
It was like somebody fired up an electromagnet and my cock was made of steel – because I was suddenly buried completely in her glorious gash.
“Yes!” she hissed.
I heard foot-falls on the path and looked up to see a male jogger glance over, smile broadly, and throw me a thumbs-up as he passed.
Unable to really spread her legs, my mother-in-law felt even tighter than usual.
I slowly slid in & out of her, savoring the tugging tension within her.
I held her hips and made slow, soft love to her perfect pussy.