Sin: Alpha Males and Taboo Tales (The Naughty List Bundles Volume Three)

by Raminar Dixon

  I met my mother-in-law, Lisa, a few years ago when my wife and I were still dating. She struck me as one of the most beautiful women I had ever laid eyes on, with dark, flowing hair and a body that would drive most men completely bananas.

  She has always been nice to me, and treats me like a regular member of the family now that I’m married to her daughter. The two of them don’t always see eye to eye, but me and Lisa have never had a problem with each other.

  Over the years, I’ve always had this secret desire to get with her. Don’t get me wrong; I do love my wife, but my god is her mother one smoking-hot cougar. Sometimes she’ll hug me hello or goodbye and give me this look like she could just eat me up. Her hands sometimes would wander and she was always touching me on the knee and flirting with me shamelessly. It’s a little disconcerting to say the least, especially when she does it in front of my wife, but she’s all I can think about for the next few days after she leaves.

  I mean, I’m nothing that special, really. I try to work out at least once a week, but I’m no Arnold Schwarzenegger. My size 32’s are starting to get a little snug, probably thanks to a few too many beers and the rich food my wife loves to cook. Still, the women at work have told me on more than one occasion that they’d “rock my world” if I wasn’t a married man. I usually just laugh. It’s not worth it to lead someone on.

  Lisa has been divorced for over twenty years. Other than a few casual boyfriends, she’s never had anyone else in her life since. This gives her the opportunity to come and visit us often. When she’s here, she helps us out around the house, watches the kids and takes them on fun trips, and takes the time away from her own home almost like a mini-vacation of sorts.

  Her last visit a few days ago is one I’ll never forget.

  My wife, Lacy, was shaking me hard and the alarm clock was going off.

  “Uhhh? What?” I mumbled, still groggy from sleep.

  “Wake up, wake up! The kids are going to miss the bus if you don’t get out of bed!” she said, fresh out of the shower, her bare breasts shaking in front of me.

  I opened my eyes wider, smiled, and reached out to fondle them softly. Her skin was so smooth and she moaned lightly before giving me a dirty look.

  “We don’t have time, baby,” she murmured, and tried to push away.

  “There’s always time, c’mon.”

  I pulled her hand gently and she climbed on top of me in the bed. She began rocking her hips back and forth over my morning wood, sliding herself over the top of the blankets and leaning over to give me a sweet, sultry kiss. I could tell by her face just how aroused she was, eager to climb under the sheets, strip off her panties, and enjoy a quick plowing.

  “Why do you always do this to me?” she asked, and stopped rocking. “I have a meeting and the kids still aren’t ready. The bus will be here in like, five minutes.”

  I sighed and felt her weigh lift off of me. She was right. If the kids were late, I’d be driving them to school and waiting in line behind a nearly endless line of other parents. I shuddered just thinking about it.

  “Ok, ok,” I grumbled. “I’m up.”

  I trudged into the kitchen and started the coffee. I was going to need it to get this day rolling. When I lumbered back through the living room I was surprised to see both kids fully dressed and watching morning cartoons on the television. In the corner of the room, in our recliner, was Lisa.

  “Hey, good morning, sleepy-head,” she said. “The kids were already awake. I figured I’d throw some clothes on ‘em for school.”

  “Oh, wow, Lisa, thanks!” I enthused. “You really didn’t have to do that, you know.”

  “No problem. You want me to walk them to the bus stop?” she asked, crossing one leg over the other, flashing me the slightest bit of her sexy legs from underneath her thick terry-cloth bathrobe.

  “Uh, no. That’s not necessary. I’ll grab my shirt and take them in just a minute.”

  “Ok, sweetie,” she said, and smiled at me demurely.

  I had to shake my head to clear the thoughts of her out of my mind. I wondered if it was just me or if every time I talked to that woman she was flirting with me.

  After tossing on a t-shirt and jeans, I walked the kids out to the bus stop. A few minutes later, and they were on their way. Back inside the house, my wife was already dressed and about to walk out the door.

  “I’ll be back for lunch, honey. Don’t forget to take the trash to the road. The garbage men will be here soon.”

  “Ok,” I said, and gave her a quick peck, taking a little of her lipstick with me. “See you at lunch time.”

  She headed out the door and I watched her go. As her car headed off down the road I grabbed my coffee mug and filled it to the brim. As I was stirring in the sugar and cream, Lisa walked into the kitchen, still wearing just her white bathrobe.

  “That smells awesome. Pour me a cup please?” she asked, and leaned against the counter beside me.

  I looked over at her and noticed her robe was open just a bit, exposing just a bit of her cleavage. What I wouldn’t give to pull that robe open and suck on those big, beautiful breasts.

  “Um, sure, Lisa,” I responded, and grabbed another mug out of the cabinet. “How do you take it?”

  I nearly had a coronary when she put one fingertip in her mouth and answered, “Mmmm, lots of cream,” and then giggled at me.

  “S-sure. Comin’ right up.”

  I poured the coffee and she followed me into the living room. I felt pretty uncomfortable when she sat down on the couch next to me. Lisa wasn’t actually touching me, but she could have chosen to sit anywhere else if she wanted.

  “Can we watch the news?” she asked, and brushed back her tousled morning hair behind one ear.

  I flipped the channels and sipped my coffee, a million erotic scenarios running through my mind, all of them involving Lisa.

  The news was as boring as usual and she finished up her coffee, downing the last few drops by tipping the mug back. I stole another glance at her fantastic cleavage while she wasn’t looking.

  “Great!” she said with a grin. “Now for a hot bath.”

  I prayed that she would ask me to join her, but after placing her coffee mug on the kitchen table, she trotted down the hallway to the guest room without another word. Once she was out of sight, I grabbed my shaft through my jeans and stroked it a few times. If only she knew what she did to me!

  The television was blaring, so I turned the volume down as low as it would go. I could hear the door to the guest room open back up and then the water start to run in the bathroom. Some part of me must have been out of control, and it started begging me to try and sneak a peek at her naked.

  What? She’s a stone cold fox. Sue me.

  When I came down the hallway, I could see that the bathroom door had been left cracked ever so slightly. The running water masked my footsteps as I crept closer, but I halted quickly when I heard the water suddenly stop. The sound of splashing water was replaced by the sound of Lisa sliding around in the tub and washing herself. With the greatest stealth I could muster, I advanced to the door.

  I peered in through the crack and looked at the great mirror on the wall. In its reflection, I could see Lisa in all her glory, partially submerged under the thick, soapy foam of bubbles that surrounded her.

  My hand when back to my member again, stroking it slowly through my jeans. My heart was racing, beating a million miles an hour, and the fear of getting caught repeated over and over through my head.

  She was leaning her head back, resting it against the rounded edge of the tub, and caressing a bar of soap across her flat stomach and voluptuous breasts. The overhead lights gleamed down on her soaking-wet skin and her little pink nipples poked out past the layer of bubbles on top of the water.

  My cock was so hard I thought it might just burst from my pants and bang loudly against the door. She sighed contentedly and rubbed her hands across her breasts again, pushing them together. The steam from the bathw
ater had already started to fog the mirror. Soon it would be covered and my incredible view would be lost. How I regretted not shelling out the extra bucks to get one that wouldn’t do that!

  If it was even possible, my heart rate climbed even higher when she moaned and slid one hand under the water and began fingering herself. Her legs were spread open with her knees as far off to the side as she could go. The water rippled slightly and she had her eyes closed, obviously enjoying the moment.

  That’s about the time I made the best fuck up in my life.

  While trying to bend down and watch, concentrating on the last corner of the mirror that wasn’t fogged over, my shoulder bumped into the door, sending it open just another inch or two. The effect was immediate, and Lisa quickly retracted her hand and called to the door, “Hello?”

  “Oh shit,” I muttered under my breath, clutching my hard-on. Without delay I shuffled back down the hallway, sweat already beading up on my brow.

  I sat on the couch for a few minutes, just trying to cool off. Not long after that, I heard the water start to drain from the tub. My boner had finally gone away enough to stand up so I decided it might be best to look busy doing something.

  I entered the kitchen and started cleaning, wiping down the counters first and then unloading the dishes from the dishwasher. The only thing left was to put up the dirty dishes.

  “What a nice, relaxing bath,” Lisa said with a sarcastic tone from behind me.

  When I turned to face her, she was standing in the doorway with one arm propped up on it and her bathrobe tied loosely around her. It was drawn up almost enough to reveal her muff, and her breasts, still shiny with water, were about ready to spill out the top.

  I promptly dropped the coffee mug I held in my hands and it shattered on the tile floor into a thousand fragments.

  “Shit!” I shouted, and started picking up the pieces.

  “Let me help you,” Lisa asserted, and bent down next to me on the floor.

  While she worked, scooping up the shattered remains of my favorite coffee mug, I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off her. She looked back up at me, caught me staring at her, and just smiled. When I opened the trashcan and brushed in the remains, she sidled up next to me, nearly pinning me against the counter.

  “So,” she whispered lustily, “How long were you watching?”

  “W-what?” I responded, acting surprised. “What are you talking about?”

  “Don’t play coy with me, young man,” she said, and pressed herself up against me.

  I looked out the window, making sure my wife hadn’t suddenly forgotten something and returned home unexpectedly.

  “Hey! I asked you a question. How long were you watching me?” This time her voice was serious and pissed off.

  “I…I…watching you?” was all I could stammer out.

  “In the bathtub. I know you were. I fucking saw you.”

  “I…”

  “Did you get a good look?”

  At this point, the only thing coming out of my mouth was a garble of completely unintelligible nonsense. She backed away from me and put her hands on her hips.

  “How mad would your wife be to find out her husband was watching his mother-in-law take a bath?”

  All I could do was shake my head.

  “I bet she’d be highly, highly pissed.”

  I rapidly nodded, and my whole body started to shake nervously.

  “So, what are you gonna do about it?” she asked, looking at me with a questioning, but still angry look.

  “I…I don’t, um, I don’t know?” I barely managed to force out.

  “Well, you’d better think of something, buddy boy. When she hears about this, she’s gonna hit the roof.”

  I was left stuttering, and she spun around and began to clear away more dishes. She bent over the kitchen table, reaching for a plate, and the bathrobe slipped up just enough to uncover her ass and clean-shaven pussy. My cock instantly regained its hardness, springing to life beneath my pants.

  My lust took me over, I guess. There’s really no other excuse for it. I lost control.

  Silently, I walked up behind her and reached around her body. Instead of slapping me away or shouting in protest, she purred and placed her hands on my arms.

  “I was wondering how long it would take you,” she whispered.

  I breathed in deeply, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair and the light, fragrant perfume she always wore. My erection poked against her firm, round ass, which pushed back into me. My hands wandered over her bathrobe and finally under it.

  I cradled each of her soft mounds, groping and squeezing them, the supple flesh exquisite in my hands. She moaned in response, guiding my hands across them, down her belly, landing in the moist warmth of her pussy.

  Lisa leaned back against me, allowing me to reach farther. I kissed her neck passionately, tasting her skin, her scent penetrating my mind and filling it with desire. Her slick folds parted and I rubbed her sensitive clit, eliciting another breathless moan from her lips and into my ear.

  “Oh god, I’ve been waiting for this,” she murmured. “I’ve wanted your big, hard dick since I first saw you.”

  I responded by increasing my speed, flicking my fingers back and forth, feeling her juices seep onto them. I plunged one finger inside her and sucked greedily on her neck.

  “Bend over,” I said gently, and nibbled on her earlobe. “I want to taste you.”

  She giggled and bent over the table, arching her back and exposing her wet pussy to me. I went to my knees on the hard floor and spread her open with my hands.

  “I won’t tell Lacy,” she mumbled.

  I knew she wouldn’t. Her pussy was soaked, eager and ready for my hard cock. I tasted her sweet juices, lapping my tongue across her clit and between her velvet folds. She groaned out and pushed back against me as my tongue invaded her. With one finger massaging her clit, I penetrated her as deeply as I could with my tongue, burying it in her sex, swirling it around and around.

  “Oh fuck!” she shouted a few minutes later, and her whole body seemed to tighten.

  I continued licking her and thrusting my tongue as she breathed in big gulps and whimpered her way through her first orgasm. She sounded like she was in pain, but I knew she was having the time of her life.

  I sucked on her labia, tasting more of her, covering my lips and chin with her slippery elixir. Desperately wanting to feel her warmth again, I slid one finger inside. She jerked in response and placed her hands on the edge of the table before relaxing and looking back at me.

  “Ok,” she whispered, her dark hair now a curly mess and mostly draped over her face. She tossed it back and pulled up her bathrobe. “I want you inside me.”

  I stood and unzipped my jeans, letting them fall to my ankles carelessly. My stiff prick jutted out, inches away from her wet, ready slit. The sight of my mother-in-law bending over in front of me, begging to be fucked, with her naked ass exposed before my raging erection nearly made me cum right there.

  I wrapped my hands around her hips and placed the tip at her hot entrance. She moaned along with me as I drove forward, her tight pussy enveloping my cock in its fleshy heat. The feeling was indescribable, with her lips milking me, stretching tightly around my hardness. I pulled out with a wet pop and slid back inside, relishing the sensation.

  “You feel so good,” I mumbled, “You don’t know how many times I dreamed about this.”

  “Mmmm,” she buzzed, taken by it all.

  In no time, I was pounding away, my hips slapping against her ass and sending the supple flesh there rippling. She groaned and clawed at the table as I impaled her on my cock. The table scooted and slid across the floor with each pump until it clattered into the wall.

  Lisa tossed her hair back and pistoned her hips into each thrust. The entire kitchen filled with the sound of us fucking, the sharp slaps echoing off the walls and floor and all around. She pushed herself up and reached back, pushing me gently away.

  “Fu
ck me like this,” she said, and sat on the table facing me.

  She lay down onto her back and spread her long, tanned legs out for me. I grabbed her thighs and pulled her to the edge with her ass hanging off. I inhaled sharply through my teeth as I plunged in again, my erect cock surrounded by her hungry, willing cavern.

  She seemed to grip me with those soft pussy lips, and each time I withdrew, it was like they were working to draw out my hot sperm. Her hands and legs also seemed like they were laboring for the same task as she wrapped them around me and egged me on.

  “Fuck your mother-in-law, you pervert,” she chided, her face flushed and red, and full of wanton lust. “Shoot your big load in her pussy.”

  “God damn,” I somehow managed to blurt out, and felt my balls tighten.

  “You wanna nut inside me?” she asked.

  Her dirty talk only made me pound into her harder. The dish she had been reaching for earlier fell off the table and shattered. I would have some explaining to do about that later.

  “I wanna feel it,” she begged. “I want your cum.”

  I couldn’t take it anymore. Her pussy was just too incredible and her filthy mouth drove me over the edge. Never had I expected my mother-in-law to be such a complete slut.

  I buried myself inside her and felt her tunnel fill with my hot load of cum. I rutted against her like an animal, forcing myself deeper, flooding her womb with it. She shouted out loudly and pulled me in with her hands and legs, rocking against my spurting cock. Her face was cringed and all the muscles in her body squeezed as she quaked in a massive orgasm. When it subsided, I hesitantly pulled my glistening member out.

  Before I could back away and catch my breath, she grabbed me by my neck and roughly pulled me back. Her mouth met mine and our tongues swirled around each other’s. She ran her fingers through my hair and laughed in a pleased manner.

  “Thank you, sweetie,” she whispered as our kiss broke. “Just what mommy needed.”

  “You know,” I replied, “Lacy won’t be home for at least another four hours.”

  “Oh, I know,” she said shyly, and kissed me again. “How about a shower?”