The first time I got married was twenty. My wife was a stupid, suspicious, but extremely ebliobilaya girl, which before me, as it turned out, slept with half the district and vocational school in which she studied. Why did I get married then and I do not know myself - I fell for some layout, but as they say, what's done is done. For some time, about a year, we lived at her house with her stepfather and mother. I worked at night, came early in the morning and went to bed. Wife with a friend in the afternoon baryzhila somewhere on the market.

My mother-in-law, Natalya, was not like her daughter, a woman of amazing beauty: plump, but not fat, resembling a guitar in shape, with full, perfectly-sized breasts of 3-4 sizes, pleasantly rounded strong ass, even rounded hips - in one word, she attracted I have a lot more than her daughter. By the way, my mother-in-law was very sympathetic to me and modestly flirted with me: then, as if by chance, she would pass me underwear in front of me and scream in surprise, as if not knowing that I was in the room at that moment, or would throw a magazine or newspaper in a prominent place which describes the sex story of the son-in-law with the mother-in-law. I have not done anything yet, but gradually the excitement accumulated. Since my mother-in-law did not work, and I worked the night shift, we often stayed alone with her.

I somehow woke up in the middle of the day, I went out into the kitchen and I saw: my mother-in-law, in a nightdress, was sitting at the table and kneading her neck with her hands.

“What happened?” I ask.

“Yes, he says, neck aches. The doctor prescribed a preventive massage for me, but I can’t take it. ”

"So let me do a massage for you, I say, I went to a medical school for a massage therapist and I have a diploma."

“Thank you, dear,” says the mother-in-law.

I started from the neck, then my shoulders stretched, arms. Then I say to her: “Sitting is not comfortable. Come on I'll give you a full massage. ” We went into the room, she put a sheet on the carpet and lay down on her stomach. I say to her: “The clothes must be removed. How will I massage you through her? ” She broke, broke, but took off her shirt.

Since then, I began to massage her daily. She began to get used to the hands. Then I got used to it so much that I even began to ask me to rub the back of her in the bathroom - well, here I am completely sold out: I washed it all entirely, including the breast and the causal places. At first she screamed, said that it was not good, but I convinced her to treat everything as a medical procedure and this justification apparently satisfied her))).

I got to the extreme degree of excitement - I could not wait to plant it on the most tomatoes. Apparently she felt it.

And once I go out into the kitchen - and there the mother-in-law cries. What, I ask, has happened? "Yes, the husband again was breaking his nerves all morning," he said. I tell her: "Let's go and make you a massage." And at the very stake. Her section began to massage, and she poured more. He started stroking her on the head, soothing, kissing ... kissed her lips ... she looked at me so strangely, but she continued to cry ... I started kissing her neck, shoulders ...

She told me: "Senechka, what are you doing?" I say: "Shut up, you fool, and relax." I start kissing her belly, hips ... then spread her legs and passionately !!! She unexpectedly moved them so abruptly that she almost broke my neck. I say to her: “Lie, fool, do not twitch! I love you!". I bite her clit, sponge and tongue there gun. And she was already running all over; she was pressing my head against her pubic hair and moaning. I ripped off my panties and rushed at her. She told me: “Senechka, don't! ... God, what a huge one!”. I was completely brutalized here: I slapped her slap in the face, she clutched her face with her hands, I jerked her legs apart and planted. Although the lubricant had a lot of dick entered with a dry crunch and not entirely ... I finished quickly and into it. Then he made her suck my dick in posture 69. Soon he jumped up again. I put it on cancer and, clapping the bell on the ass, tore off once more. Then we went to wash. In her heart, she began to suck at me herself, moaning and looking lustfully at me from the bottom up. I took her in my hands for ass. Leaned his back against the wall. And so he was tearing her in the bathroom, inserting a finger into her anus.

We showered, had lunch. Mother-in-law has removed the dishes from the table. Began to wipe it with a rag. The view of the leaning mother-in-law from behind was stunning. I decided to try her ass. I thrust her hand between her legs. Patted wet sponge. He moistened his fingers in the lubricant that started to stand out and began to stroke her anus, gently inserting one or two fingers on the phalanx there. Mother-in-law tried to straighten up: "What do you want, Senechka?". I bent it to the table with one hand. In me the beast woke up again. I began to beat her with the palm of my second hand on the pope, occasionally getting on the thighs and pussy lips. Mother-in-law tried to escape: “It hurts me! I do not want so! “Stop, bitch!” I snarled and grabbed the belt hanging on the chair. He twisted both her hands behind her back and began to smack: “So you do not want? And you can tease me so much time? It's time for reckoning, whore! ”

I dropped the belt and began to palm my hips and vagina with my palm. With the next slap on the genital lips, she ends violently and somehow all at once goes limp relaxed. I enter it from behind, with a few forward movements, lubricate the member with grease and attach it to the small hole of the anus. I nudge a little bit until the head of the penis enters the anus and then, with a sharp movement, I insert the penis at full length. Apparently it was painful, as the mother-in-law screamed loudly, gasped and shed tears after biting her hand. To distract from the pain, I grabbed her with one hand by the hair and the other for the ass and began to rigidly stick her ass on the penis, then removing it almost completely, then planting the entire length. Tired of a member of the unusual sensations stood a stake, but the orgasm did not come all, so I fought mother-in-law for about half an hour, moving from one hole to another.

Then he put her back on the table and tore her in that position, slapping her breasts and cheeks.

In the end (having finished eight times already) my mother-in-law came to a frenzy: she began to suck my fingers, kissed me passionately, caressing her breasts herself, twisting her nipples, screaming to me: “Yes, yes, come on, fuck me whore!”. Finally, I returned her to his original position while standing with cancer, put a member to her ass and pulled her head back by the hair. In the mirror, which hung on the wall, the mother-in-law's face was reflected - the pleased face of a well-fucked female. She lasciviously licked her lips, covered with dry grease, and rolled her eyes. This picture aroused me so much that when I entered her ass I immediately finished it. And she still squirmed for a long time on the pulsating member, as if trying to absorb everything to the last drop.