One leg is extended, the other is bent, I am in the middle, I enter with a large amplitude and clap, the bed creaks. I love when love is accompanied by these sounds. But this confuses the Light, especially since today we are spending the night at her mother's place, she is afraid that she will hear something.

I want it the other way around, and when Svetka's moans were added to the sounds of our energetic fuck, I could not resist and finished, also with a groan and tooth gnash. I would be glad to know that Katya is still awake and hears us in her bedroom. Maybe she's masturbating now, imagining what I'm doing with her daughter? However, we have already finished. I take the member out of my wife and, as usual, joking, I suggest that she lick him: she, as usual, refuses, inviting me to do it myself. Thank you very much.

Soon Sveta fell asleep. I pulled on my underpants, slipped out of the room, closed the door, and headed to the kitchen hoping to profit by something.

At the slightly opened refrigerator, Kate was squatting on her haunches and was licking a glass of yogurt. She was in a night white shirt and underwear. I froze in place, but she noticed me - and said nothing, continuing to eat yogurt.

- Spoon is not needed? - I asked finally.

“Nah,” she answered. - It tastes better.

- A, clear. - I didn't know what else to say.

- Do you want? She asked, pulling me another jar.

“Aha,” I mumbled, and stepped closer, hitting a ray of light from the fridge.

I squatted down next to my mother-in-law and took the jar. Her bare knees touched mine and I realized that I would soon give myself away - my brother rabbit couldn't help but respond to that. But what I heard from her mouth after that tripled the effect:

- Well finished?

I almost choked - she had to slap me on the back.

- Did you hear? - We were with her on "you."

“No, I see,” she nodded, pointing to my underpants. I looked down and only now noticed a wet spot in the front - traces of sperm that did not have time to dry out. I did not know what to say.

“But don't be embarrassed,” Katya rescued me. - We are adults. And where would, interestingly, take children if men didn't end up in women?

- Yes.

Kate rose and moved to the stool.

- Make me a tea, huh? - she asked.

I had to turn on the light. I took up tea, realizing that I looked ridiculous - with a stain on his underpants, and with a bulging member. But where to go?

I poured her tea and myself, and sat down beside the table. Mother-in-law again spoke first:

- If only now Sveta did not come out, otherwise she would never know that.

- What? - I could not resist.

- Well, you yourself must understand. Or do I look so old that such thoughts do not occur to you?

- That you, you look great.

- So, come? - she smiled slyly.

- What would you like to hear? - I felt that now we will carry, but could not stop.

- Truth. “And you know what she did after these words?” She set the cup down on the table, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her knees. When a woman has a light nightgown and no bra: In short, her breasts fully opened to my eyes, and Katya understood this perfectly well.

- Come.

- And how often?

- Often.

- Oh, you rascal! - she laughed and straightened her back. But at the same time I slightly spread my knees, so now I could see her panties. - And what do you imagine? Only frankly, we are relatives and I am obliged to know what is in my son-in-law's mind.

“But I am not sure of your reaction,” I retreated, the mechanism of decency that had been laid down by upbringing worked. But Katya did not accept my capitulation:

- Come on. No one except us will know. Come on, come on. Didn't it embarrass you that I showed you my chest? And I, as you see, are not embarrassed, sitting in a negligee in front of a man in shorts.

- Ok, you asked.

- Itself, myself.

I paused, took a breath in my lungs, as before jumping into the water, and exhaled:

- How do you suck me.

This damn mother-in-law continued to laugh at me:

- What am I sucking at you?

- You know what.

- No, you tell me.

- Dick.“Got it?” I thought with a gloating. But Kate continued to amaze me:

- And only? I really imagined that.

- What? - now it was my turn to make fun of her.

- Well, you never know what.

- No, it's not fair. Speak

- Well, I decided that you imagine how you put me on cancer and fuck, and then you end up at the ceiling. - She laughed again.

“Better in your mouth,” I said.

- Oh, that's it. In the mouth, it means. Light does not allow you, you need to understand?

- Not. She doesn’t take it in her mouth, let alone finish there.

- Well, is it even good?

- Fine.

- Is she pleased with you?

- You ask her.

- I asked.

- True? - I was taken aback. It turns out that Sveta is not shy about discussing this with her mother? And with me, damn it, shy. - And what did she answer you?

- Your dick is too big for her, you sometimes hurt her, you hurt the uterus. On the other hand, it excites her even more. And yet - do not forget about the clitoris, she loves when a member in contact with him.

- Well, I will consider. - I was slightly hurt.

“Well, well,” Katya did not let up. - What do you do when you imagine me sucking your dick, huh?

“What-what are all men doing?” Jerking off, of course.

- Hand off? - Katya paused. - Show me.

- What? - I did not understand.

- How are you masturbating. I have never seen a man jerking off. And I’m 38 already. Or do you want me to die, never having seen it?

What would you do in my place? Ran away? Laugh it off? Or would you also answer like me? I replied:

“If you really want this, you must help me.”

- How? She asked.

- Spread your knees wide, stick your palm in your pants and lower the straps of the shirt.

Gentlemen, she did everything as I said. There was nowhere to retreat. I got up, took off my pants and began to jerk in front of her. Her shirt crawled lower and lower, finally opening her breast completely. Neat brown nipples swelled, palm, which she launched into her panties, moved to the beat of my fist.

- You just do not finish, - she asked, she demanded.

“And don't come,” I replied.

- No, I can.

- But then I can.

- But then not on me, please.

- And in you? - I emphasized the "in".

- What do you mean?

I almost jumped out of me with an automatic “I’m in, then I’ll enter,” but she beat me to it:

- But not here, your wife can come in, but you do not want this?

- You wanted to say "my daughter"?

- Stop hinting at incest. I have not given you yet.

- But you will? - I came closer. - Touch it, come on! You want this.

- It is not too late for us to stop. - She said, looking into my eyes. But her look said the opposite. - Do you think it's too late?

- Yes, it's late.