The lights dimmed and the first scene appeared – The citizens of Oz celebrating the death of the wicked witch. The audience cheered. Ella grabbed my closest hand and wrapped it around her shoulder. We both leaned back. Ten minutes later, there was a scary scene. Diana moved closer to me, leaned her head on my right shoulder, and placed my hand around her as well. I rubbed her upper arm gently.
We continued focusing on the show, and then Diana turned her back to me. As a result, my right hand slipped onto her huge rack. I froze. Diana did seem unfazed and continued sitting in her new position. I gingerly shifted my palm back to Diana’s upper arm, but she placed it again over her covered breast, revealing her initial move was intentional. It reminded me of what happened when I went to the movies with Ella.
I left my hand there, and a couple of minutes later, her small palm covered mine and started massaging her chest with both. I glanced at Ella. She was mesmerized by the good witch in the play and ignored us.
I stared at Diana. She looked back at me and winked. I let her move my hand over her upper dress. A short time later, she bent forward, which caused her dress to separate from her breasts, and pushed my fingers onto her bare tit… I was shocked. I didn’t dare to move my hand and gazed at my left. Ella was still focused on the show.
My cock jolted in my pants and threatened to rip the front of my pants. It didn’t have enough free space and was positioned in a crooked way. Both my hands were occupied, and I tried to shift my body to adjust its position. It was not successful. Diana noticed my movements and whispered, “Leave it to me. While I help you, continue pleasuring my breast.”
I whispered, “Are you crazy? Your daughter is less than a yard from you. What if she sees you playing with my erection?”
She murmured sweetly, “I’ll tell her that, as a good mother in law, I was relieving your suffering.”
Diana unzipped my fly slowly and then lowered my briefs to expose my full-mast pole. She smiled, “Honey, it’s so exciting to feel its warmth and hardness right here, where you are stuck in your chair and cannot leave… Just so that you know, if you weren’t such a chicken, I would have sucked you and solved your problem the more enjoyable way.”
Subsequently, her hand began bobbing my cock. My arousal grew exponentially, and at a certain point, I became careless. I kneaded Diana’s tit and rolled her hardening nipple between 2 fingers. I came within 3 minutes, spewing my goo like a geyser. The first jet flew up and hit the back of the seat before me. The other 4 jets were stopped by Diana’s palm as she collected the slimy spunk in her fist. When I was done, she brought the fist to her mouth and licked my seed greedily. She waited patiently until my dick shriveled enough and carefully tucked the organ back in my pants.
When Diana finished, she turned her face to me, opened her fist, and inhaled the residual smell of my sperm juice. I was stunned by her ignoring the audience and giving me a hand job in public while being so close to her daughter, my wife!… She was something else.
I was hypnotized by Diana’s chutzpah and was motionless. Then, as her chest was heaving with lust, I remembered my right hand. I rubbed her warm orb gently. She whispered, “Big boy, you owe me more than massaging my breast.” I smiled at her.
Toward the end of the show, I removed my hand from Diane’s chest, and she rearranged her dress. When the lights were turned on, both of us were ready. Ella’s face showed elation, “It was so beautiful. I almost cried. Did you guys enjoy it too?”
We looked at each other and answered together, “Yes.”
Driving back home, Ella did much of the talking, praising the performance of the various actors. Diana and I agreed with everything she said. Ella was so enthralled that she did not suspect anything.
I parked the car and waited for the ladies to get out. When they were by the door, Diana lifted her daughter’s chin, grinned at her, and kissed her cheek. Ella chuckled, “What was that all about? By the way, your hand smells funny. Did you touch something on the way to the car?”
“Probably. I’ll wash my hands once we get inside.”
…
Diana entered the closest bathroom to wash her hands, and Ella went to the other one. Diana exited first and blurted, “Grant, tonight you are Ella’s, but tomorrow you are mine. No more excuses.” I just smiled.
When Ella was done, I showered as well and entered our bed with clean underwear. Ella hugged me, “Honey, thank you for going with Mom and me. It was lovely. You smell soapy fresh. My pheromones are through the roof.” Her hand gripped my flaccid organ, and she announced, “I think your buddy needs resuscitation. Hey, buddy, mama is on the way to give you mouth-to-mouth CPR.”
She bent on my member and began moving up and down on it using what we called The Dyson Technique. Each time my organ exited her lips, it was milked expertly. My cock had no chance ignoring her action, and a couple of minutes later, it stood up like a missile ready to be launched. She grinned, “Well, honey, I see my mouth can still wake your instrument. My cunt is hot and wet, waiting impatiently to be impaled by your steely device. No foreplay needed; I am fully charged.”
I stood her up against the nearest wall, spread her legs wide, moved in between, and shoved my rod all the way inside her wet pussy. I lifted her legs, placed them around my waist, and started jackhammering her against the wall. Almost instantly Ella began screaming and mumbling, “Oh, yes! Harder. I love it… I aam cuuummming!!!…”
The lighting in the room was faint. From the corner of my eye, I could see in the gap between the door and the floor a shadow moving rhythmically. I smiled to myself – Diana was behind the door, masturbating as she listened to Ella’s screams… Knowing the mother was behind the door hearing us was a strong aphrodisiac, and I dumped my seed soon after, howling wildly.
When Ella and I relaxed, the shadow disappeared. Ella kissed me and said, “Thank you, lover, I needed that. Good night, and see you in the morning.” I went to the bathroom and saw Diana’s room ajar. I peeked inside. She was sitting in bed and winked, “You guys had the full fun. Mine was only partial, but tomorrow it’s my turn.”
“Good night and sweet dreams, Diana.”
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The next morning, the 3 of us ate breakfast together. Ella looked happy. She grinned at her Mom and whispered loudly, “Last night Grant was at his best.” If only she knew her mother had already a front seat…
Five minutes after Ella’s car left the garage, Diana showed up wearing a transparent baby doll. She gave me a ‘fuck me’ look and said, “Last night you made Ella happy. Now it’s time to take care of her Mom.”
I smirked, “No second thoughts the same guy is going to fuck both you and your daughter in less than 24 hours?”
“Not at all. My daughter got her fill, and she is satisfied. Now hungry Mommy wants her needs fulfilled.”
“Take off your clothes!”
“Yes, sir!”
Diana pulled her thingy over her head and stood naked before me. Her daughter had a model type figure – slim and shapely. Diana was the voluptuous, bombshell type – busty with a narrow waist and wider hips. She was what most normal men would describe as sexy as hell.
Watching her in the nude increased my blood pressure, boiled my blood, and… raised my flag. She stared at my stiffening member with an ‘I knew it’ smile, sure of her sexual magnetism to overcome my reluctance and take me to bed. What can I say? I gave up on my principles. It had nothing to do with her logic. I’d react the same way if Kate Upton offered herself to me.
I carried Diana in my arms to her bedroom and threw her on the bed. She grinned, “That’s more like it. Conquer me. Show me who’s boss. Make me scream and cry like you did to my daughter. I wish to feel a heavenly orgasm. Don’t waste our time on silly foreplay, just thrust into my pussy savagely.”
“Lady, it’s the first time and I am willing to give you your wish. But next time, I am the boss. If you want my services, you’ll have to earn it. Capisce?”
“Yes, sir. Please, fuck me already, for god sake…”
I sat on the bed’s edge and pulled Diana over my lap, facing me with her legs parted on the bed. I sat her slowly on my upright hard cock. I noted her tunnel was tighter than expected, knowing baby Ella was delivered through the same passage 25 years ago.
Once her soaked cunt was impaled by my rigid cock, I began plowing her at a fast and furious pace. In the beginning, she tried to help by countering my movements, but within 2 minutes, her torso trembled ominously, and her mouth opened wide. No sound came out. Diana’s pulse and breathing shot up quickly, and I was ramming my tool incessantly, hitting her cervix with each thrust.
After 10 minutes, her trembling stopped, and her body moved only passively. Her body felt lifeless on my lap. I gingerly turned us onto the bed, lay her supine with my cock still deep in her vagina, and continued my strokes using missionary position. My hands were now free, and I tweaked her giant tits roughly. Diana started whimpering. I shifted gears up, and her whimpers became loud cries. My hands moved to hold her waist as my pecker continued smashing her pussy relentlessly. For a couple of minutes I watched her 2 massive mountains jiggle erratically before my eyes, and then I bent and sucked hard on her sensitive nipple. She began screaming like a slaughtered pig.
Watching her fantastic body dancing to my rhythm and hearing her wild screams took me over the edge, and I erupted deep inside her cunt. I literally felt the spunk leaving my prick and shooting into her womb in 5 rapid bursts. Her vagina’s continuous spasms, which accompanied her prolonged orgasm, triggered my organ to keep on.
My strokes continued for several more minutes before slowing down, and eventually, slipping out of Diana’s spent pussy.
I went to the bathroom, peed, cleaned my junk, and returned to bed. Diana’s eyes were still shut, but her heart rate and respiration were normal. I caressed lightly her breathtaking tits for a long moment, and then she opened her eyes. She looked at me and whispered, “Grant, honey, this ride was wilder than I thought. I recall the exact moment I lost consciousness. It was a pity because I am certain the trip was exceptional. Tomorrow, in our next session, I’ll try to keep my brain working the whole time. For some reason, my face feels warm and flushed. Any idea what could be the reason?”
“I wouldn’t rule out an early afterglow.”