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Almost Caught, Part 1
“I was kind of hoping to spend some extra time with you,” I told my wife as I was sitting in traffic on my way home on Tuesday night. It was a short week, with Thursday being Thanksgiving, and work was a little stressful.
“It’s not like she visits all the time, Vince,” Veronica said. “It’s only for the weekend.”
I sighed. I felt like both my wife and I worked so much that we never got to spend time together. With the holidays coming up, I was really hoping for some “alone time.” But now my wife was informing me that my mother-in-law, her step-mom, was coming down from Minnesota for Thanksgiving weekend… nearly four days.
I’d only met her once, in person, and that was at the wedding five years ago. She seemed nice enough. She had immigrated from Colombia ten years before and had married Veronica’s dad. Unfortunately, he died three years ago, leaving just the two of them. According to Veronica, Emmanuelle was a great influence on him. She encouraged him to work out, stop smoking, and get in better shape. It was only a fluke aneurysm that ended his life. And being younger, she helped shaped Veronica’s life as well and Veronica greatly admired her.
“We’ll go out next weekend and spend time together, ok?” she asked. “I think I’m going to need a little… stress relief… by then.”
I felt my cock instantly harden at the thought. I loved her version of stress relief and thought back to the last time she said she needed it. We ended up sitting in the parking lot of a movie theater, waiting to go inside, with her sitting on my lap, riding me to one orgasm after another, all the while keeping me from having one until later in the night. We never did see the movie. She was a dominant lover, always in charge from the first time we had sex.
And I always gave in.
I didn’t understand why. Guys were supposed to be the more dominant sex, the one’s in charge. But for some reason she brought out the submissive in me. And I couldn’t help doing it her way.
“I like the sound of that,” I smiled into the phone.
“You’re going to like the feeling of it, too. I’m having such naughty thoughts about what I want to do to you.”
She always knew how to drive me insane with lust.
“I just wish it was sooner…” I felt like I was whining. I couldn’t help it. It had been a month since we last had sex.
“What’s that?” she asked someone else nearby. “Ok, I’ll be right there. Sorry, honey, I gotta go. Love you,” she said quickly and hung up before I could reply.
“Love you, too,” I said and set the phone aside.
The radio turned to a new song as the lane next to me opened up. I quickly merged over, only to stop to wait once again.
My thoughts turned towards my Emmanuelle, my mother-in-law, as Britney’s song filled the car, the last line of the chorus being a play on the words “FUCK me”.
Love me, hate me
Say what you want about me
But all of the boys and all of the girls
Are begging to if you seek Amy
My mother-in-law was a gorgeous, firebrand of a woman. When I met her at the wedding, she wore a flimsy, flower print dress that left little to the imagination. She clung to her husband’s arm, never leaving his side, and all the while was stroking him with her hand or leg. I could imagine the hard-on he sported the entire time… and then could imagine what happened when they got home.
I fantasized about that and the song, about being so wanted by so many women, about being at home with women all around wanting me, touching me, fucking me. I was so worked up with my memory and fantasy, that it took the honking car behind me to realize the parking lot on the expressway was starting to break up a little and that there was a lot of room in front of me.
The night was somewhat lonely again. Veronica, my wife, cooked a little dinner, but had to sit on her computer most of the night, working. She was a psychologist working at the local hospital and sometimes had to work long hours to input patient information and notes. I ate dinner, watched a movie, and went to bed.
*****
The next day was a short day at work. The day before Thanksgiving. The day Emmanuelle arrived.
I left work early and got home at 3:00, but I didn’t beat Emmanuelle. They must have left on Tuesday morning and stayed in a hotel part of the way down.
“Hola, baby!” she said, smiling brightly as I came in the door. She came over and hugged me tightly, pressing her entire body against me as she greeted me. It had to have been my imagination, but I could swear she ground her pussy into my hip.
“Hi honey,” Roni kaçak bahis said, kissing me on the cheek as Emmanuelle let me go.
“How are you, Vince?” Emmanuelle asked, taking my arm and leading me to the living room. “It’s been ages since I’ve seen you.”
I tossed my fall jacket into the chair beside the front door and it promptly slid to the floor. I wasn’t able to grab it because of Emmanuelle’s grip on my arm. She led me into the living room and we sat on the couch, her right beside me.
“I’m doing well… just working…” I said.
Roni called from the archway leading into the hall. “Do you guys want something to drink? Lemonade?”
“Sure baby,” Emmanuelle said, still looking at me. Her lips were so luscious, full and moist. She was a younger woman, only in her late 30s, and was very attractive. I felt my body responding to her as she continued to hug my arm, holding me close, her breast pressing into my bicep.
“Me too,” I yelled.
Veronica disappeared into the kitchen, leaving just Emmanuelle and myself alone in the living room.
“Ooh, I can feel your muscles,” she said softly, using her hands to caress my arm and shoulder. “Do you work out? Lift weights?”
I smiled at her, embarrassed by her compliments and extremely personal touching. “A little,” I said, blushing.
“Oooh, I like a man that keeps himself in shape.” She slid her hand over my chest and around my pecs. I worked out several times a week, one of Veronica’s desires of me. But I would never call myself buff. “Is every muscle this hard?” she whispered close to my ear.
I blushed furiously which only made her giggle.
“Well of course not,” she continued. “Some muscles take a little more… effort… to get fully hard.”
Her flirty and sexual comments were getting me hot and bothered and I could feel my cock springing to life. Her hand moved down my chest and onto my stomach, slowly moving towards my crotch as she held me in place with her other arm around mine.
“Mmm, I like hard muscles,” she whispered deep in her throat, her hand moving onto my thigh and sliding between my legs. Her thumb slid along my shaft and balls, making me harder than ever, stroking slowly over me. “I like to touch them… see if they can get harder…”
“But… Veronica is… is just down the hall,” I said weakly, trying to convince her to stop. But it only seemed to embolden her. “What if she…”
“I know.” Her hand moved fully onto my erection, stroking it through my pants. “We could be caught at any moment,” she whispered.
My cock was jumping under her touch. God I needed to cum so badly. It had been way too long since Roni had touched me. I tried to move away, but her grip on my arm was firm. I didn’t want to cause a scene and especially didn’t want Roni to catch us. What would I say?
“We could be caught with your pants around your ankles… with your cock big and hard in my hand. We could even be caught with your cock in my mouth,” Emmanuelle said slowly, her heavy accent only making it more seductive. “You’d be standing in front of me… totally naked. If you were mine, you wouldn’t go a day without cumming for me. This muscle would be very, very strong from all the workouts I’d give it.” She squeezed my crotch emphasizing what muscle she was talking about.
“No… But… I…”
“I really would like to get to know you better,” she purred, kissing my shoulder. “Get closer to you.”
“Sorry,” Roni called from the hallway, startling me. Emmanuelle released my cock, but not her hand on my arm. “I had to make a whole new pitcher.” She walked in with three glasses and set them on the coffee table in front of us before sitting down on the couch opposite her step-mom, leaving me sandwiched between them.
“Well you two look comfortable,” she said smiling. “Getting along?”
I reached for my glass, still blushing, and took a sip.
“Wonderfully,” Emmanuelle said. “He was just telling me about his exercise program.”
“Yeah? He does have a bunch of equipment in the basement, that’s for sure. I wish he’d keep it picked up better.”
“Honey… I…” I started to apologize, but Emmanuelle cut me off.
“Don’t let it bother you so, Veronica. He’s just trying to look good for you.” Emmanuelle smiled at me and squeezed my arm. “I like that in a man.”
“He does keep in good shape,” Roni admitted, smiling.
We sat on the couch, chatting for another 30 minutes or so before Emmanuelle decided to go upstairs to get cleaned up for dinner.
“Tell Jenteal that I hope she feels better,” Veronica said as she stood at the banister, bedava bahis watching her step-mom ascend the stairs.
“Jenteal?” I asked.
“Oh, sorry. She’s a friend of my mom’s. She wasn’t feeling well and decided to take a nap. You’ll see her at dinner.”
I helped Veronica with getting dinner ready by cleaning the dining room table off and setting it. We had a lovely steak dinner with a great conversation about the family, about Emmanuelle, and us. I met Jenteal, another beautiful older woman. She was blond and was nicely built. Her breasts floated underneath her t-shirt, barely contained by her bra.
The dinner conversation turned into a long conversation between the girls, and as they disappeared into the living room, I went to the family room to watch TV.
*****
Thanksgiving Day came and I woke up at about 8:00am. Veronica was already up and as I walked down the stairs, I could hear her in the kitchen making breakfast. She was fully dressed when I came in and turned and kissed me as my arms wrapped around her.
“Sleep well?” I asked.
“Very well. Unfortunately I got a call this morning and I have to go down to the hospital for a consult. It shouldn’t take long. Can you make sure Emmanuelle and Jenteal get some breakfast?”
“Yeah, I will,” I said, dejected. Nothing seemed to work out for us to have time together.
“Aw. Don’t pout. I’ll be back soon. Then maybe we can disappear for an hour.” She smiled seductively, giving me some hope for the day.
She finished cooking the scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast, and set the pan in the sink before grabbing her laptop and dashing out the door. I stood in the front window and watched her drive away, thinking about what might happen when she returned.
At about 8:30am, Emmanuelle and Jenteal came down the stairs, already dressed. I felt uncomfortable, only wearing a t-shirt and some sweat pants. I was sitting in the family room, watching the Macy’s Day parade on TV as they came in.
“Mmm, what’s the delicious smell?” Emmanuelle asked.
I stood as the women entered the room. “Um, Veronica made some breakfast for you. We’ll just have to heat it up.”
“Is she not here?” Emmanuelle’s accent was so incredibly seductive.
I shook my head, actually embarrassed to tell them. “No… she had to go into work for a few hours. She should be back soon.”
“Really?” Emmanuelle said, bringing Jenteal over to me.
“Why don’t you join us for breakfast, Vince,” Jenteal suggested.
“Uh… sure,” I said, even though I’d already eaten. Emmanuelle took one arm and Jenteal took the other and led me into the dining room. They took two of the nearby chairs and pulled them out, turning them away from the table. Their hands slid down to clasp each of mine as they both sat down.
“See what I mean?” Emmanuelle asked Jenteal.
The older woman just nodded her head and smiled at me, still holding my hand tightly. She licked her lips as her gaze slid over my body.
“Maybe now we can have a little fun.” Jenteal giggled a little as Emmanuelle slid closer to me and put her free hand on my thigh, sliding up and down it.
“But… you’re Veronica’s mom,” I protested.
“Yes,” she smiled, her hand boldly sliding over my ever hardening cock, through my sweatpants. “It’ll be… in the family.” Her hand stroked up and down my length, slowly, helping it grow larger and larger. They both held my hands firmly, so I was completely trapped, unable to stop them.
Even if I wanted to.
“Besides, Veronica knows I get a little frisky,” she giggled. “And I told Jenteal all about your hard… muscles. We should show her, too.”
Emmanuelle offered Jenteal my hand and let her hold both, turning me towards my mother-in-law. Both of her hands slid up to the waistband of my sweatpants and very slowly pulled them down. They fell to my feet once they passed my thighs and both of her hands moved to the tenting of my boxers. With just the fingertips of both hands, she moved up and down my shaft and balls, slowly teasing and tickling them.
“I… I don’t want this…” I protested. “Please… stop.”
“You sure?” Emmanuelle asked, her fingers teasing me harder and harder. “It seems like you want this very much, si?”
“He looks like he wants it to me,” Jenteal added. She had moved closer now, her cheek resting on my hip as she watched Emmanuelle tease me.
Emmanuelle looked up at me, her fingers holding my cock. “You’re going to cum for us,” she said.
“What?” I asked, dazed and confused. All of the blood had left my brain and filled my erection. I couldn’t kazandıran bahis siteleri believe this was happening.
She slid my boxers down and over my cock as it stood out, proudly on display for them. “Oh, si… mucho grande…” she whispered.
“Ooh, that’s very nice,” Jenteal said.
I tried to free my arms. “I don’t… I can’t… You’re my mother-in-law,” I protested.
“And?” Emmanuelle said, wrapping her fingers around my shaft and starting to stroke up and down it’s length. “I am also in charge right now,” she said commandingly, squeezing my balls. I froze as the pain and pleasure swirled through my body. “I love younger guys… so virile… so… submissive.”
“Why are you doing this?” I asked, closing my eyes as the pleasure from her stroking affected me.
Both Emmanuelle and Jenteal just laughed. “Ah, mi nino bonito… Doesn’t that feel good?” she asked. You’re so very hard for us…”
“I don’t know… I…”
Her stroking became more focused and drove me faster towards my orgasm. She definitely knew what she was doing.
“Veronica has taken good care of him, si Jenteal? No tan lines… nice muscles… hair trimmed so nicely… he has learned well.”
I could hear Jenteal practically drooling as she watched her friend giving me the most exquisite hand job that I’d ever had. Every time I came close to orgasm, she’d switch it up and keep it from me.
“Such a good little pet…” she whispered over and over as her hand moved faster and faster. “Don’t you cum without permission.”
I was panting, breathing hard, trying my best to obey her. It was getting harder and harder not to cum. I could feel her hand sliding up and down my shaft, over the head, and down around my balls. I could feel Jenteal’s lips on my hip as she kissed me there, watching Emmanuelle stroke me. I could feel her hands holding mine firmly and could hear her encouraging remarks.
“Oh, God, he’s so hard,” Jenteal whispered loudly.
“Yes… very… Oh I’d love to strap him to my post for a day,” Emmanuelle said back. “See how much I could get him to cum.”
I could barely register that she was talking, much less what she was saying. I felt a freight train going through my body as my blood boiled with desire.
“Oh, he’s so close…” Emmanuelle whispered again. “Yes… keep holding it, pet… keep holding it…”
“I… I’m gonna cum… please… Oh God, please!” I begged opening my eyes. My legs were trembling and I didn’t know how much longer I could stand.
Both Emmanuelle and Jenteal were laughing at me. They knew how much they were torturing me and they loved it.
“Poor little pet has to cum?” Emmanuelle asked. “You think we should?” she asked Jenteal.
The busty blonde looked up at me, smiling. “Sure… just this once.”
Emmanuelle looked at me, smiling, yet serious. I could just see her mouth moving as if in slow motion. My body was on overload, my brain firing blanks. “Now, pet,” she said as if in slow motion. “Cum for your mama… tu amante… your mistress!”
She used both hands on me now, stroking my shaft, twisting, circling over the head… using everything at her disposal to force me to cum. And I did. I came hard. I came fast. I came more than I ever thought I could.
By the time I was done, I was a quivering mass of flesh and bones, barely able to stand. I could barely hear the giggles and laughter from the two women that had totally dominated me. Jenteal had let my arms loose and was cheering behind me. Emmanuelle was laughing, looking at the cum that had sprayed onto her shirt and oozed over her hand. I could even see a little splotch on her cheek.
As I came to my senses, I felt so embarrassed… so used. I could feel my deflated cock bobbing beneath me and bent down to grab my clothes and dress. As I was pulling them up, Emmanuelle grabbed them and held them in place. “We will play again, pet,” she said. “I’m sure you will make us all very happy this weekend.”
I could feel my entire body blushing as I tugged again and she let go. I hastily put my clothes in place and ran into the basement, down to my workout area. It was my sanctuary. It was where I felt safe.
I picked up the weights and began lifting, mostly out of fear and embarrassment, but also out of lust. My mind kept replaying what had happened over and over as I ran through my routine. As I lay on the bench to do my bench press, I could feel my erection pulsing beneath my sweatpants.
I played back the scene in my head again and again and felt the flush of embarrassment, the flush of being deliciously used, the flush of being desired as a toy rolled through me. I had thought that the way Roni treated me was seductive enough, but this… this was incredible. I had been completely dominated and taken. I had been completely powerless to stop them.
And I loved it.
And this was only Thursday!
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