Female relatives

My wife’s younger sister is not just a fool, but an absolute fool. Her only crease is between her legs. So she thinks with this gyrus. Accordingly, her thoughts are specific. Simply put, after trying it for the first time, Verka decided that this hobby was just for her. And I became so addicted to this business that now I’m ready to fuck day and night, anywhere, as long as there’s a suitable dick. And what’s interesting: she doesn’t really need anyone to bring her to orgasm. As she once admitted to me, she likes the process itself.

- When he walks inside me, pushes against the walls, reaches my uterus, I get goosebumps.

True

this confession came long after we met her. When my wife and I got married, this brat was about eighteen years old. This is after I grew up and became more mature. Nature rewarded her with a slender body, ample breasts, steep hips and a round ass. And it’s not worth talking about the beauty of the face. All the girls at my mother-in-law's face went into her. Beauties. White-faced, regular noses, plump lips, arched eyebrows. They used to say about these people: Sable eyebrow. What can I say, even now I would spread out and fuck my mother-in-law for my dear. And more than once. And there’s no mention of girls.

It took me a long time to get to this bitch. She's already been married a couple of times, but things didn't work out. To be honest, she had no other talents other than fucking. The youngest, she lived with her mom and dad, didn’t learn anything and couldn’t do anything. While other daughters are more or less independent, this one has remained a mother’s daughter. And when the father-in-law died, the daughter completely sat on her mother’s neck. And nature kept this sex machine. She never caught any disease, never became pregnant. Good for nothing else but fucking. I would never have gotten to her, but over time I realized that there was no need to beg this fool. She was designed in such a way that she obeyed when she was forced to do so, but a restive horse responded to persuasion evenly.

I don’t remember on what occasion I visited my mother-in-law. On occasion because I didn’t have the opportunity to visit for no reason. After the death of my father-in-law, the entire household fell on me. The other sons-in-law snorted and disappeared, and I, exactly that compassionate fool Vanya, shouldered everything and everyone onto my backbone. Mother-in-law's joy. And my wife turned out to be the most compassionate and humane of all the girls. So I left her alone, going to my mother-in-law whenever possible. And there was a lot of work! The mother-in-law did not know where to place her son-in-law and how to please him. Fit for the goddess. Everything is fine, but I’m a young man, and my wife and I have developed a habit: not a day without fucking. In addition to natural rest days caused by the physiology of the female body. So it was hard for me to be with my mother-in-law for a long time without a woman. And somehow I thought: why shouldn’t this mare replace her sister? If earlier my attempts to lift her hem ended in failure, this time it worked.

I was working in the yard, my mother-in-law went somewhere to visit. Either to my sister who lived in the area, or somewhere else, but she will definitely not be there until the evening. And then we'll see. Sitting down for a smoke break, wiping the work sweat from his forehead, he asked Verka to bring him something cold to drink. I’m sitting in the shade, sucking on the beer she brought. She sits next to me, chirping something. The nook is good. You can’t see it either from the street or from the yard until you get close. Sun canopy on top. And in this nook there is a trestle bed that he made with his own hands. Sometimes I can lie there, lie down, or sit there after the bath. We sit on it. I tell my relative

- Well, raise the hem.

- What is this?

- Quickly, I said!

- She ran away.

- Don’t you understand? I want to see it.

- For what?

- On your ass. I'll fuck you today after the bath.

- But I won’t give it.

— Who will ask you. In short, honey, you will come out here in the evening without panties. I don't have time to take them off. I’ve been without a woman for so many days.

- I’ll tell mom.

- How old are you? So what will mom give me instead of you? You need to think. I repeat for the last time. After the bath, come here without panties. And take something to wipe yourself with.

She snorted and walked away, shaking her ass contemptuously. Like: here’s another one, I’ll start listening. Yes, I didn’t have much hope. Rather, I didn’t have any hope at all.

We never got our mother-in-law. Didn't come. After the bath, I sit in my favorite nook, sip beer, and relax. Warm, good. Collapsed, resting. I'm wearing only panties and nothing else. Verka, who went to wash after me, comes from the bathhouse. And into my nook. That's right, why should you do it at home alone? She poured herself a beer and sipped. She smells good of a young, clean body. The aroma cannot be compared to any perfume. By the way, I put my hand on her back and stroked it. At the same time, he checked that she was definitely not wearing a bra. I lowered my hand lower and didn’t put on my panties. Well done girl, she listens to her elders. I knead her butt, but she doesn’t even blink an eye, it seems like that’s how it should be, it seems like I’ve been kneading her ass all my life. I went to the tits. She pushed away

- I’ll spill the beer like that.

Okay, it didn’t hurt and I didn’t want it to. I then put my hand between my legs. She spread her legs and didn’t even resist. And she even slid off the seat a little to make it more accessible to me. The hairs are soft on the pubic area. And a little lower, where I tried to crawl with my finger, it was humid and warm. Know exactly where you need to go. I work with my fingers and look at her myself. She seems to be drinking beer calmly, but she is slowly starting up. She slid even lower, spreading her legs wider. Then she put the glass aside and hugged me, trying to kiss me. Why not? At this point the robe was completely opened. And here they are, the tits, and the tummy can be mashed. I tell her

- Sit on my lap.

And I quickly get rid of my panties. She is smart in this matter, she sat down where necessary without unnecessary questions. She sat down well, with her back to me. You can bite the neck, ears, paw tits and insert. It sways slowly, then rises up, then presses tightly. We both enjoy it. I think to myself: I wish I didn’t finish for a little longer. If you're hungry, this can happen quickly. It blew by. I mean it lasted. Even if she cums, you won’t understand anything until she says it herself. Even the pussy doesn't vibrate. It was only later, later, when I started putting her in doggy style, that I noticed that when she cums, her asshole shrinks and becomes like a chicken tail. And so you can determine the hell. I pumped it up, pumped it up, then I said

- That's it! I'm about to cum!

- Stop it.

- And you?

- And I’m already there.

She sat down, spread her legs, and dried herself. I tell her

- Maybe we can go to the bathhouse? Grandma is still missing.

- Let's go.

We washed ourselves in the bathhouse and put our pussy in order. Yes, I liked it too. Everything that flowed from it ended up on me. We sat in the nook for a while, cuddled and kissed. She's a great kisser, I learned it. And he’s not at all embarrassed to paw his son-in-law’s end. She pulled off her panties so as not to interfere and enjoyed herself. We talk between paws. What do they talk about at such moments? That's right, about her and your body. She says that she has long noticed that I have a crush on her. But he won’t understand why he decided only today. I say that she forgot that I asked before. She answers that she thought I was kidding. And in general, there is no need to ask. I wanted it and fucked it.

- So I can whenever I want. And what?

- And nothing. When you want, then fuck.

- So you’ll have to walk around without panties.

— And I’m like. I'd rather wear a thong. There is no need to remove them. Pull it aside and fuck it.

Conversations on this topic got to the point where I laid out the little body on the trestle bed and took it more seriously. Warned that there was no need to wait for her, he did not try to restrain himself. But I tried to give pleasure. With all the knowledge and skills available to me at that time. That’s when I learned that Verka liked the process itself.

Interesting. Having given it to my son-in-law, I didn’t even feel any discomfort in words. After all, she was cuckolding her sister. No. As if that's how it should be. It seems that all this is in order.

Everyone went to bed on their own bed. What if grandma arrives early?

In the morning, while my grandmother was away, while there was a morning boner, I stabbed my relative one more time. It has accumulated over so much time and needs to be gotten rid of. She was sleeping on her stomach and I didn’t wake her up or turn her. He leaned on top, hands under his stomach, pulled his butt up and

rattled off. She even helped by moving her butt. He finished and came out of her. She turned around. Her eyes are still cloudy from sleep, she smiles herself

- Is this good morning?

- Sort of.

- Always wake me up like that.

- And grandma?

- While you are in the yard.

- And if I don’t finish, I won’t make it in time

- And then I’ll give it to you later this afternoon

- Will it work out?

- It will work.

Closer to lunch, my mother-in-law arrived. And our work is in full swing. After the fucking, Verka seemed to start moving more actively. He does something, tries to help. She has a slutty nature, she strives to grab the dick, realizing that it turns her on. And he also twirls his ass. She only wore a skirt to cover her ass, and panties made of thin string. It seems like there is something on the ass, and at the same time there is nothing. And it turns you on more than if you twirled your butt completely bare. And I don’t miss the chance to get under that skirt and mash that pussy.

Grandma went to cook food. And Verka pulled me into the nook.

- Let's go quickly, while she's at home

- Will we have time?

— We’ll make it.

- Well, look. We won’t have time...

- Then I’ll blow you.

- And where are you going to do it?

- And on the roof. I mean in the attic. It’s like you’ll work, and I’ll give you a blow job.

- Or maybe straight to the attic.

- Where is it?

- It’s okay, you’ll get on your hands and knees. You can keep an eye on one and the grandmother

In the attic, Verka quickly walked up to the dormer window, leaned on it, sticking her butt out. I didn’t take off her thong, I just moved it a little to the side and inserted it. I pump with a chug, I try to

- And if I cum, won’t you suck?

- I will. Finish quickly, grandma is coming

While my mother-in-law was walking from the house to the barn, while she saw us in the attic, I already pulled up my pants, hiding the end there, which I even managed to wipe off.

And my life went great. Verka offered her pussy as soon as I hinted that I wanted it. And I always wanted to. It's like a demon has taken over.

The devils pulled Verka to go to school. Preparatory exams, entrance exams, session, etc. She left for three months. And my grandmother and I were left. With my mother-in-law, that is. We called her grandma out of habit, not because of her age. There are grandchildren - grandma. And that's it. And she is hardly a couple of decades older than me. She gave birth to her eldest daughter, my wife, at sixteen. So the woman is still in her prime. She just stopped being a berry. In general, she is a unique woman for me. Open-minded, cheerful in company, although she doesn’t particularly respect vodka, talkative. And even the death of her husband did not knock her down. I recovered quickly. Things were heading towards winter, and the work was through the roof. I took time off, asked my boss for more days without pay, kissed my wife and went to my mother-in-law for a couple of weeks. But without Verka I will be bored. Without a woman, and even when I’m used to fucking all the time, it’s sad. Okay, I'll work. Maybe fatigue will replace the woman. Didn't replace it.

A few days later, having washed off the sweat and dirt from work, I sat on the porch and smoked. You can’t really sit in the nook anymore, it’s getting cold. I was waiting for my mother-in-law to come from the bathhouse. Come and sit down for dinner. She came, began to climb up the porch, and then stumbled. She leaned on my shoulder, and I grabbed her by the butt to hold her. And the hand slipped under the hem. And under the hem the ass is bare. And it so happened that a hand slipped between her legs and landed right on her shaggy hair. It’s their fashion to ignore panties. Both my wife and her other daughters get rid of this item at the first opportunity. The wife explains that the elastic band is pressing. I don’t know what those daughters say. But I didn’t ask my mother-in-law. Only once did I see her naked bottom, when the wind lifted her hem. Or she leaned over. I pulled my hand away, even a little embarrassed. Still mother-in-law. But she didn’t seem to notice.

- Ty, mom, what are you doing?

- Got drunk. I won't make it to bed.

- Nothing. You have a son, I’ll see you off.

She’s the one who calls me son. The Lord did not give his own. The girls are alone. I took my grandmother to the bedroom. She really got heavy. It walks and sways. not completely drunk, but getting heavy. We reached our destination, but the bed was not made. And while she stood holding the headboard of the bed, I quickly straightened the bed and helped her land.

I’m sitting on the veranda, pouring myself another glass. Before I had time to drink, my mother-in-law calls

- What do you want, ma?

— I’d like to drink some water.

- I’ll bring it now.

He ​​brought water, she sat up on the bed, drinking. And the robe is open. So she sleeps in a nightgown, but it’s not her destiny to change clothes today, she doesn’t have the strength. And in the open robe her naked body is visible. The breasts, although large, do not dangle like a rag, they are firm. And I wanted to touch them so much that I couldn’t restrain myself and took one in my palm and squeezed it. She jumped up

- What are you doing, son? For what?

And I was already captivated. Well, mother-in-law. So what? First of all, a woman. And the woman is naked. There is hair sticking out in the lower abdomen, covering the pubis. What do they feel like? Like Verka or like my wife? I should check it out. I checked. The mother-in-law weakly fights back and flounders. Either he doesn’t understand the seriousness of my intentions, or he’s drunk and doesn’t understand. And I’ve already overwhelmed her, I’m groping her, kissing her tits. She's trying to get out from under me, whatever. The weight against mine is not enough. While they were floundering, he freed himself from his clothes. Those clothes were tights and panties.

She still doesn’t need it, but she doesn’t need it, but I’m pushing harder. He spread his legs, grabbed him under the hips and hit it so well on the first pass. She seemed to twitch, but how can you get out when you already have a dick in your pussy? Only the bed creaks and the mother-in-law moans. No shouts like guard, mom, or anything else. He understands that there is no one here except us. I have no time for her feelings, I would like to cum myself. And at least grass won’t grow there. Finished. He got off her and lay down next to her. She doesn’t even move her legs, she just lies there. She only cries, but silently.

And I felt sorry for her, I began to caress her and persuade her. She sobs, but doesn't push me away. When he started kissing her on the lips, she suddenly responded. I don’t know if I decided that since it happened this way, let it be so, or if I liked it. But she answered. And she even hugged me. And when I leaned on her for the second time, she lifted her legs and spread them wider. Here I tried to be gentle and affectionate. I decided to myself that until I make her scream with pleasure, I won’t cum.

My wife and I tried everything we could. All kinds of kama sutras rest. And we found all the points on the body that are responsible for pleasure. So I applied all my knowledge. At first the grandmother held back, but the body knows what it wants. And when the body asks for something, the brain does not tell it. About twenty minutes later, my mother-in-law was moaning, throwing herself around the bed, shaking her head, biting her lips, and scratching my back. Even Verka did not have such a violent reaction. And she screamed. Not from pain, from pleasure.

I ran outside. You need to empty your bladder. My mother-in-law in a robe followed me out. And while she changed me in the toilet, I sat on the porch and lit a cigarette. She came and sat down next to me. We sit and remain silent. She couldn't restrain herself first

- So what now?

- What now?

— What kind of sin?

- What sin? What are you, my own mother? Sister?

- Your wife’s mother.

- So what?

— And how is your wife now?

— How in what sense?

- How can she live now?

- What does she have to do with it? This is our business.

- And what are we going to do now?

- Now I’ll finish my smoke and let’s go to bed. Let's continue.

She pulled her robe tighter, as if it could hold at least someone

- What are you doing?

- That’s it, mother. Let's go. You don’t want to leave me like this. You see, I want you again. But it is harmful for a man to endure. He will become impotent. All. Let's go, let's go.

Experience takes its toll. The mother-in-law holds her legs correctly so that the man gets less tired, and stands up properly when she has to change her position. I don’t know what she was thinking there, but she performed women’s duties extremely professionally. Yes, judging by her stories, more than one father-in-law used this pussy. there were others too. No matter how hard I tried, no matter how much she helped me, I never finished. He tormented her, got tired of it, and fell asleep with a dick in her pussy.

Woke up. It's already dawn outside. There is no mother-in-law nearby. She ran away and is sleeping on Verka’s bed. I'm not proud, I'll get there. I wouldn’t go, but that’s how it stands. As soon as I touched her, she jumped up, tried to say something, and I shut her mouth with a kiss, falling on top of her myself. She fell silent, resigned herself, and spread her legs.

I didn’t touch my mother-in-law during the day, but I boldly went to the bathhouse with her. And no matter how she resisted, no matter how she refused, they washed together. She kept turning away, kept hiding. Strange women. When you fuck, everything comes out. And he’s hiding in the bathhouse. He asked me to rub my back. And he washed it for her. She lay down on the bench and didn’t get up. And rightly so. I would have planted him purely out of hooligan motives. And after the bath, on the crib...

While I was smoking on the porch, my mother-in-law straightened out the bed, lay down and was waiting for me. There is no shirt, no panties, nothing on her. And this compliance, this willingness to please the son-in-law requires encouragement. I don’t think that my father-in-law or any of the men to whom she gave money allowed themselves to do this to her.

He ​​started caressing with his lips, caressed his ears with his tongue, and naturally caressed his breasts. And he went down his stomach to his feet. I kiss my lower belly, and she keeps pulling me up with her hands. And all this in silence, just snoring. I kiss her thighs, try to spread them apart, and she squeezes them. He spread it, kissed the inside, and touched his large lips several times, as if by accident. And then he spread them with his hands to the sides and licked the small, inner ones. Oh how she jumped. She was thrown up on the bed. And I grabbed the thighs, stuck my head between them and let’s work the pussy with my tongue. How quickly the groan gave way to screams. And so catchy, here she, in my opinion, has completely lost all her bearings.

I won’t brag or lie, I didn’t count how many times she came, but when she screamed and threw herself on the bed, she spread into jelly, when I inserted it into her, it seemed like I was fucking a mannequin. That is, she completely abandoned herself and did not feel anything. I decided to endure it until I came to my senses. And when she came to her senses, he put her in doggy style, got on his knees and blew her away, without regret and without thinking about her desires and moods. He fucked me brutally so that he could compare the previous caresses and the current fight. But she apparently liked both.

In the afternoon, having caught my mother-in-law in the barn when she went there for some need, he uncovered her butt, put it in a pose and inserted it. Now there was no question of whether I want or not. A man needs it - give it a pussy, woman. And she set me up. I wiped myself with the hem, pulled up my panties and headed out. He held her

- Mother, you shouldn’t be wearing panties.

She just silently nodded her head and went home. When after some time I decided to check, it turned out that my mother-in-law was executive. And for her obedience at night she again received a portion of caresses. And again she screamed like a fool, scratched and growled. And then she lay limp while I tormented her body.

Time off is over. It’s strange, but despite the time spent fucking, I did almost everything. So I left with a clear conscience. Both the son-in-law and mother-in-law were pleased with each other. And now all that remains is to solve the problem with Verka when he returns. Well, let's solve problems as they come. And if anything happens, I will satisfy both of them. There are fingers, there is a tongue, and the device is still standing. We'll cope, we'll break through.