My Mother-In Law

I woke up, as I now did every morning, in bed with my fiancé's mother Celeste. I touched the softness of her lacy sea green nightgown, and slipped my hand between the strap of it and the lovely smooth skin of her shoulder. I licked my lips and felt desire growing in me once again for this amazing, sensuous woman with whom I had fallen utterly in love.

In another week I would be marrying Phil, as planned, but all three of us knew very well that I would really be marrying his mother, Celeste. It would not be Phil, but his mother who would bed me on my wedding night. It would be she who would help me out of my gorgeous white taffeta wedding gown, she who would peel off my white stockings, she who would hear my soft moans of pleasure as she began to make love to me as her bride, and Celeste alone who would hear my heartfelt words of love panted in her ear as I orgasmed in her arms, as her wife.

I caressed Celeste's stylish blonde hair as I lay with her in her bed, and pressed my breasts up against her. She was accustomed to me needing frequent sex with her; I had been sleeping exclusively with her for three weeks now, and we had made love at least a hundred times.

Celeste stirred in my arms and smiled at me--a mixture of motherly amusement and love, and sexual pride and desire. This marvelous 47 year old woman had told me, as we recovered from a session of passionate lovemaking one night, that it thrilled and pleased her to have a sexy 22 year old woman constantly aflame for her. The fact that I was her son's bride-to-be, and that I had transferred all of my devotion to her, thrilled her too.

"Good morning, sunshine," Celeste said softly, her lips at my ear, her warm breath exciting me there. She rolled over on top of me, her body bed-warm and wonderfully lush, and she kissed me deeply as I lay beneath her on the silk sheets of her bed. The bed creaked softly under us as she took me with her kisses, and the covers rustled nicely as she mounted me, still wearing her nightgown.

"Please, Celeste, " I begged. "Please fuck me darling." Her soft lips touched my face, my lips, my throat. Her full soft breasts pressed against mine.

"Tell me, Jennifer, my love," she cooed between achingly sensual kisses, "tell me what you need from me." And so I begged her, making no effort to keep my voice down, to fuck me, that I wanted and needed her to fuck me. I knew that my fiancé Phil, alone in the next room, could hear me begging his mother to make love to me, but I didn't care. I needed Celeste's sexual love, right now.

Celeste slipped her silken thigh between my legs and began moving on top of me. "I'm not even going to undress first," she teased me. "I'm going to fuck you to a wonderful orgasm without even taking my nightgown off." She licked my throat and held me in place where she wanted me on the bed as I joyfully surrendered to her.

We moved together as one, a woman and her wife to be, making love in bed on a sunny morning. I held her tighter as my arousal intensified. I just kept begging her to take me. "Fuck me Celeste, I love you, honey, you're so superb at this, I'm all yours, please just fuck me, fuck me fuck meeeeee!" Again, I was dimly aware that Phil could hear me, but I knew from things he had admitted to me since I had become his mother's woman rather than his, that I was not the first woman he had ever heard crying out in passion from his mother's bed.

Almost effortlessly, Celeste brought me to ecstasy, calling out her name in the morning quiet of the house. When I finally subsided, and lay spent and panting beneath her, all I could hear at first was her aroused breathing as she lay on top of me. But then I heard a knock at the door.

I didn't even try to hide the fact that I was in a blissful state of sexual afterglow, as my fiancé stuck his head in the door and asked what we would like for breakfast.

He watched in adoring fascination as his mother kissed her blissed out girlfriend--me--deeply in front of her son, and then obeyed Celeste when she told him to get her hairbrush from her dresser.

There is nothing quite so sweet as seeing a man who is completely enthralled with his own mother, to the point of open worship.

Celeste sat up in bed and told Phil to sit behind her on the very edge of the bed and brush her hair. As her son served her in this sweet way, I cuddled up to her and we idly caressed each other as Celeste enjoyed the feeling of the brush moving through her hair, and her limp and satisfied girlfriend incoherently murmuring endearments to her.

One night, after I had been sharing his mother's bed for about a week, I went into Phil's room at bedtime, just to say goodnight before returning to Celeste's embrace. I was wearing a white terry cloth robe and nothing else, and was flushed from the hot shower I had just enjoyed. I sat on the edge of his single bed and smiled at him as he lay under the covers.

"Goodnight, sleepyhead," I said to him with a smile, as if talking to a young boy of whom I was rather fond. Phil then reached for me, his eyes filled with desperate desire. I thought he understood--after all, he had brought me home actually hoping that I would fall for Celeste, and I had--and so I was taken by surprise, but I still rather easily fended him off. I told him sternly, "I belong to your mother now, Phil. You know that." I searched his eyes to be sure he was taking in my words.

At my stern tone, he immediately became docile and even seemed a little ashamed. I softened toward him and ruffled his hair. "Heyyy, don't feel bad! There's no way you could ever begin to compete with your Mom, honey. No one could. She just makes me glow, and she makes me so so happy."

Phil seemed to take this in. He gently took my hand, and shyly asked, "Oh Jennifer, you touch...Her...with these lovely little hands...don't you?" Of course he knew that I did.

"Yes, sweetie, I do. I love touching your Mom." Phil groaned shifted under the covers. "I love her," I added. He began to tremble uncontrollably. Pitying him, I affectionately reached under the blanket and took him gently in my hand. "I am her wife," I said softly, and with a single stroke of my hand I brought him to climax. I waited until he stopped orgasming, and then reached for the box of tissues on the nightstand, and wiped off my hand. Then I placed the tissue box on his blanket, and said, "Okay young man, clean yourself up. I'm going to Celeste now. I know she wonders why i haven't come to bed yet."

I held my wrist under his nose. "I'm wearing Hugo Red...I hope your mom likes it." Then I got up and, tossing Phil a last little smile, I went padding next door to the love of my life, his beautiful and sexy mother.

"Where've you been?" Celeste asked, tilting her head adorably and smiling at me.

"Not to worry my love, " I soothed her. "You know I am yours all yours." And with that I crawled into bed with her. We kissed for what seemed like forever, slowly and sensually building each other's desire. I cupped my older lover's breasts as I kissed her hungrily, and her little hands were all over my eager young body. Soon we were panting in each other's arms and ready to truly make love. It would be the fourth time that day.

I lay Celeste back on the satin sheets and began covering her sweet tits with quick wet kisses. I left no part of her breasts unkissed, licking and kissing the undersides, the sides, the gentle upper slopes, and of course, her areoles and nipples. I sucked like a hungry and amorous female baby who had somehow become a woman and begun making love to her mother. I took her nipples deep into my mouth and tongued and sucked them til my lover was squirming on the bed fully aroused.

Then I left a trail of kisses along her sweet soft tummy, and then traced a finger along her moist cleft between her legs. I groaned with desire as I felt the warm wet womanliness of her, just ready and waiting for me, only for me. I lowered my head so that my long hair trailed between her legs and she reacted with passion.

"Ohhhh, you like that!" I took a good thick handful of my hair and wrapped it around my finger....then I slid that same finger inside my lover's wet, welcoming vagina. "I'm fucking you with my hair, Celeste. My hair is inside you."

That drove her wild, as Celeste has told me time and again that she just loves my long chestnut hair. She often commands Phil to brush it while she looks on approvingly and holds hands with me, and she and I softly kiss as her son pampers me at his mother's urging.

I began suckling at her clit as I moved my fingers inside of Celeste, soaking the strands of my hair with her feminine wetness.

"Come on my hair, Celeste," I coaxed her in a firm voice. "Come on my hair! I love you."

With my words, my beautiful, older, female lover orgasmed all over my face and hand and hair coating me in her scent and slick wetness. I reveled in being able to bring her such pleasure, to make Celeste climax so strongly because of me!

Afterward as we lay in each other's arms, Celeste breathing in her own scent from my wet hair as I lay naked in her arms, she whispered to me.

"Are you happy, my love?" she asked softly, stroking my breast gently as she did.

"Oh yes....very....and I can't wait to be your wife once and for all," I whispered back to her in the warm dark. "Do you know what I wish, though?"

"What, love?" she asked, kissing me softly on my lips, once, twice, three times, each time more meltingly soft than the one before.

I tightened my arms around my female lover. "I wish...that you could make me pregnant. I know it's silly," I rushed on, "but I can't get the idea out of my head. Maybe because," I continued, stroking her arm, feather-light, "I am so in love with you."

Celeste was silent for a minute, her soft breathing lulling me into a wonderful sense of peace as I lay next to her in bed. Then I felt her hand begin to stroke circles around my belly.

"You would like to be pregnant...by another woman?" she asked softly. "By me?"

She continued to caress my belly and I felt myself spinning off into some uncharted realm where things so sweet they can't even be articulated live. "Oh my god," I breathed.

"Pregnant," she said again, still stroking my tummy.

"Celeste," I said raggedly, now fiercely aroused by her, physically and mentally, emotionally and spiritually. And with that, she began making love to me, all the while describing to me how her lovemaking was impregnating me with our child. I was transported, wild with pleasure, on fire with the desire to be her woman, bear our children, be with Celeste forever. I screamed her name over and over as I came and came and came, in a rapture of pleasure I had never even dreamed possible.

The next morning, in the kitchen, I was again wearing my white terry cloth robe, and nothing else, and was hanging all over Celeste as she tried to make her tea. Phil came in and raised an eyebrow, smiled and said, "Well! look at you two lovebirds!"

I turned to him, knowing my face showed all my joy and happiness--I couldn't stop smiling--and said to him, "Guess what?"

"What?" he dutifully asked back.

I hugged his mother fiercely and, squealing with happiness as I planted several loving, lip-smacking kisses over whatever parts of her I could get at, I said to Phil, "We're having a baby!"

Phil, of course, hardly knew what to say, especially when I opened my robe and wrapped Celeste in it with me and made out with her pressed to my naked warm body right there in the kitchen, in front of her son. Then, keeping my back to Phil, I stepped back and drew Celeste by her hand, back to bed with me. She protested feebly, but followed me to our bedroom where I shucked off my robe, pushed my adored woman lover back on the bed, and attacked her with all my love and desire, telling her right out loud of my endless love for her as I ravished her. "I'm going to make you the happiest woman alive!" Our giggles turned to sighs and then to the unmistakable sounds of two women deeply in love, being together.

I didn't even bother to close the door.