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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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That's better, feeling much more relaxed.
"I think you know why I'm here?" she said, and with an utter certainty of intent. I answered, in an equally confident and assured manner, "I knew the moment I saw you, I haven't see you in that outfit since you came round to see me when I was laid up, and we both know how that ended!"
"Yes we do, you ended up making a mess of yourself and needed me to clean you up, just like a baby trying to feed itself for the first time, helpless without its mother to hand!"
Fuck, what a put down, she's going for the jugular and showing me exactly where she believes the power to be in this room.
"Yes I did cum quite a lot, but just like you're going to do today, you're going to clean every last drop up, but it won't be on me this time."
"You cocky self assured little shit, show me some respect, I'm your mother in law!"
"Yes you are, but in a matter of only a few short weeks you'll be my ex mother in law, and along with being my mother in law I know you've fantasized about being her with me, in probably a very similar situation, so spare me your faux outrage."
With that I stood up and walked towards her, i was in front of this incredible woman and about to show her the real me for the very time. I took her hand and had her stand in front of me, and with one hand behind her head and my other around her waist I pulled her towards me, i paused, held her gaze close, lips almost touching and then moved the last inch to engage our lips. I was going to savour every last moment of this, no rushing, no going at it with a climax in mind, every inch of this journey was worth exploring, just as her lips and tongue were worth my every bit of attention.
I wasn't in love with her, although I did love her, I had forever been in lust with her, and now my hard cock was pressed against her, and she was pushing her hips into me, her right leg pushed forward into my groin, and my right pushed in towards hers. Fuck! her pussy was against my leg and she was pushing against it, our tongues exploring each other lips and mouth. I held her tight, very tight, I wanted her to feel my strength, my energy and my desire, my fingers now in her short hair and with a semi clenched fist I moved her head away from me. I wanted to be in those eyes once again, they were on fire, glistening in the subtle light of my snug, her lips wet and glistening too.
Like a salsa dancer I took her hand and waste to spin her around, I pulled her in towards me as she pushed her backside into me, slowly, but surely rubbing against my cock. I held her shoulders tight and bit down on her neck softly, I wanted to taste, kiss and bite every last inch of her neck and shoulders, my hands running down to hers as I took her arms and restrained them behind her back, her left hand coming to rest on my cock, which she immediately attempted to grab.
"No! not yet, you'll know exactly when I want you to do that." And with that I continued exploring her neck, but now with my hands on her waist, rising towards her ribs and cupping the underside of her breasts. Lick and underwire I just supported her breasts, I was going to explore every inch before I get anywhere near her nipples, I wanted her desperate for them to be touched, and I wasn't going to do that until we were naked.
There wasn't much being said between us, she was making some delicious sounds, but none of them words. She wasn't someone I wanted to call names, in the heat of passion she wasn't going to be my slut or my filthy whore. There may have been a time in her life she'd have appreciated that, but I didn't for one minute think of saying those things. Maybe it was reverence for her position in my life, or that I just didn't want her to hear those words, but silent intensity seemed to fit well.
I continued to kiss her neck, with my hands exploring, but not lingering, on her body, her ass, the top of her thighs, either side, but not over, her pussy. If we did nothing else that evening I'd have not regretted a single thing, but of course we did a lot more.
I turned her around once more, the passion in her eyes, and now written all over her face, even a little lip bite. "I want you" she said softly, "I want every last bit of you". I literally went weak at the knees with that, she meant it, she'd meant it for so long and I wanted her to have it.
She was petite, and again I wanted her to feel my strength, so I picked her up and carried her up to my bedroom.
My bedroom was nothing like it was when my ex lived there, no longer was it a shared bedroom, and I'd erased every last trace of my ex. I had stripped the room of everything and started again. It's your classic man pad, it's tasteful, it's masculine of course, with a steel framed bad (not as easy to tie someone to a sleigh bed  ). So when I took her to my room there was no connection to a life that had been, she was in the lions den now and I wanted her to feel that sense of vulnerability I hope to invoke, she'd had a lot of power, now I wanted to strip those layers away........ |
