Beloved and wonderful mother-in-law. Part 2
Dima, in a state of complete exhaustion, nevertheless forced himself, convinced that he really needed to go to sleep, undressed and lay down, crumpling the blanket under him. His thoughts painted him a major scandal and exposure. He imagined with horror how not only his pregnant wife but also his parents would learn about his fetish, about his mother-in-law's panties under his pillow.
He heard the keeper of his secret, Nelya Nikolaevna, bustling about in her room, then heard her get up and, opening her door, go to the toilet. He froze when he heard the loud gurgling of her stream, which forcefully hit the toilet bowl wall. Such audibility was only possible if she hadn't closed
the toilet door behind her and was pissing with the door open.This was very strange, as Dima had never noticed such a thing about his mother-in-law before. His body shook from hearing the flow of her fragrant urine from her vagina, the taste and smell of which he had long known. His member treacherously rose again, arousal seized Dima's mind, and he was already forcing himself with great effort to stay on the sofa and not go right now and beg his mother-in-law for forgiveness on his knees.
He heard Nelya Nikolaevna tear off a piece of toilet paper and even heard how that paper passed over her vulva, wiping it dry, and then heard the lid of the trash can open and how it flew there—somehow so necessary, so desired, and so sweet, the crumpled paper in her fresh urine, which he was already subconsciously dreaming about.
Dima caught himself thinking that this was his oversight—why hadn't he jerked off to that piece of paper, which always remained on top after Nelya Nikolaevna went to pee before bed. This was something new and something even more arousing. To smell and kiss the damp toilet paper soaked in his beloved mother-in-law's fresh urine now became his dream, and he was already dreaming only of that piece of paper, completely forgetting that just recently he had been tormented by shame because Nelya Nikolaevna had found her damp panties under his pillow.
It was unbearable to wait for the sleepy mother-in-law, who was clattering something in the kitchen, to go to her room. Dima uncontrollably wanted to get to the toilet and retrieve that desired piece of paper. His hand, as if not his own, reached into his underwear and, taking his aching member, began to jerk Dima off, moving along the entire shaft, exposing the foreskin, which, touching the dry fabric of the blanket, caused unpleasant sensations.
He threw the blanket aside and, tilting his head far back, began to jerk off frantically, completely lost in his fantasies, in which he was now smelling that damp piece of paper soaked in his beloved mother-in-law's urine. Dima didn't even feel how his sofa shook in the pitch-black silence of the night that had fallen, emitting sounds of creaking and rustling that were inaudible to him but very loud for his mother-in-law.
The door to his room suddenly opened, and he jumped up in surprise, quickly removing his hand from his member in his underwear and just as quickly covering himself with the blanket, trying to hide his erection.
His frightened face with bulging eyes froze in blood-curdling horror. In the doorway stood his now completely unloved mother-in-law, who in an instant became associated with the shame he was now experiencing. He wanted to sink somewhere deep, deep into the abyss of oblivion from this shame, wanted to wake up with a bump on his forehead, suddenly realizing that it was all just a dream, but this, unfortunately, was not a dream.
"Can't sleep?" Nelya Nikolaevna asked him dryly but without reproach, pretending as if she had seen nothing. She approached him and sat at his feet. "I can't sleep either," she smiled.
Dima, still frightened and silent, expected her to scold, reproach, shame him, but she smiled sweetly at him in the nocturnal semi-darkness. With her hair down, she was even more beautiful.
The black-gray shades of the night were like in an erotic movie, and her sweet smile calmed and hypnotized him captivatingly.
"Is it hard for you?" Nelya Nikolaevna asked tenderly and, without waiting for an answer, touched his knee. "My poor boy," she pitied him in a quiet and very erotic voice that calmed him and continued to enchant him along with her sweet smile. "Do you want me to help you?" she asked in a silvery voice of lust, posing a completely unexpected but such a necessary question to Dima.
Her understanding and question about help completely calmed Dima, and he, moving on the sofa, sat next to Nelya Nikolaevna, hugged her, and buried his nose in her neck.
"Forgive me, Nelya Nikolaevna"—he did not call his beloved mother-in-law "mom."
"Do you want to smell my panties again?" she asked him in a whisper, also hugging him in return.
"Mhm," Dima nodded, not lifting his face from her tender neck, and kissed it.
"But let's agree, my dear Dimochka," she pulled his head toward her between her legs, which under her nightgown spread wide apart, stretching the hem from tension, which looked very sexy in horizontal folds across the plane from hip to hip. "I understand you very much and will help you while Valya is pregnant, but you promise me that you will be a good boy and won't run off to ruin your family, and of course, you'll keep everything a secret."
"Mhm," Dima nodded silently, not looking her in the eyes, submitting to her hands and kneeling before her, between her mature, beautiful, athletic legs.
He listened attentively to his wise and now truly beloved mother-in-law. Dima saw how her slender and moderately muscular legs spread wider and more invitingly. He saw how she herself pulled up the hem of her nightgown, and finally, the coveted view of her vagina opened before him. She was without panties.
Her vagina was inexplicably attractive and beautiful. A clear triangle of shaved, black, and thick hair began from the citadel of her vulva, which was as if tucked into the outer, luscious lips like in a store.
In her vagina, in the slightly parted, tense from her spread thighs, large lips, the folds of the inner, small labia were visible, resembling and looking like a braided pigtail with a knot at the very top of the citadel of her vagina. The sexual, moist flesh of his now beloved mother-in-law again glistened slightly in the nocturnal semi-darkness.
"This will be our terrible secret," Nelya Nikolaevna stroked his head with a gentle hand. "Don't be offended and don't hope for something more!" she said in a quiet voice, already pulling his nose by the back of his head toward her vagina. "Just smell and jerk off..." she sang tenderly. "Everyone jerks off! It's normal, son..."
Her words were the most necessary for him on this wonderful and magical night. He was no longer ashamed of what had previously been unacceptably shameful for him. Dima was grateful to his smart mother-in-law, who so skillfully helped him out of a very shameful and delicate situation.
In gratitude to his mother-in-law, Dima not only took a deep breath of the aroma of her reproductive organ but gently kissed her vulva, touching it with his half-open mouth and enveloping her vagina with warm breath. At this, Nelya Nikolaevna jerked but silently and gently stroked his head, giving him permission for cunnilingus.
"My boy," he heard the moan of his beloved mother-in-law. "We didn't agree to this," she said as if breaking under his caresses, which she herself desired.
She, already pressing his face by the back of his head, moved her pelvis toward his face, touching and rubbing her labia against his lips.
Dima, from below, hugged her hips with his hand and, completely forgetting that he needed to jerk off, began with special tenderness to lick Nelya Nikolaevna's vagina, whose warmth burned his lips, smearing them with her sweet lubrication, giving more glide to his tongue in her lustful womb, where the son-in-law's tongue plunged to its full length.
"Aaah, dear," moaned Nelya Nikolaevna, enjoying the cunnilingus of her obliging and sex-hungry son-in-law. "Don't stop, don't stop, my dear boy... uuuhzzzz."
Her thighs slightly squeezed his head from the sides, and her pelvis allowed her vagina to slide completely over his entire face. The mother-in-law had already leaned back and lay across his sofa on her back, crossing her athletic legs on his back, which lay on his shoulders, and writhed from his skillful tongue.
"Yeeess... dear... yes, son..." she came, squeezing her son-in-law's head between her thighs.
But after catching her breath a little, Nelya Nikolaevna again began to slide her increasingly flowing vulva over her son-in-law's face, smearing him with her tart and viscous cum. She was gearing up for a second orgasm.
"No," she abruptly pushed him away when Dima finally decided to straighten up and insert his member into her burning vagina. "What are you doing?" she jumped up, squeezing her legs at the knees and pushing him away from her. "We agreed! And you've already allowed yourself so much, you little bastard!" the mother-in-law, now angry, stood on her feet, scolding the son-in-law still on his knees. "You're just a brazen one!" she berated him, not even letting him get a word in. "Forget everything that happened here!" She tried to step around him and leave.
"I'm sorry, Mom," he fell to his knees before his mother-in-law and, grabbing her leg, began to kiss the top of her foot, calling her, to her surprise, "Mom." "Forgive me, Mommy... I'm a fool and an asshole... but I just wanted... I thought that's what... I thought you needed it... forgive me, I won't do that again... forgive me, don't leave... forgive me, Mom..."
He, as if before execution, kissed and licked her foot, and she, having calmed down a bit, looked at him, placing her hands on her hips from above, and she liked that her obedient son-in-law had understood everything correctly, realized, and resembled a worm at her feet begging for forgiveness, like a slave before a queen mom.
"Alright, Dim," she bent down to him and, taking him by the chin, lifted the apologizing son-in-law's face to hers. "Only cunnilingus is allowed between us, and only while Valya is in the maternity hospital, and nothing more! Do you understand me, sonny?"
"Yes," with hope in his eyes, stood before her the son-in-law smeared with her love juices.
"Well, and if you want, you can jerk off to my panties in the bathroom... I allow it... but just don't steal them from me anymore," his beloved mother-in-law smiled at him and went to her room, leaving him alone, where he, joyful and content with fate, lay down and fell asleep with a smile on his face, even forgetting to jerk off before bed, as he hadn't come with her, but at the same time, he had had his fill.