Chapter 802 - 801- Look in the Mirror

Chapter 802: Chapter 801- Look in the Mirror

Her eyes snapped open. The drowsiness vanished, replaced by alarm. "No — no, no, no, wait—" She pushed against my arms. "My daughter would arrive. She said she would come back today. It’s already evening, she could—"

I threw her on the bed.

Her thick body hit the silk sheets. The impact sent ripples through her flesh — her breasts spreading, her belly softening, her thighs bouncing apart. Her hair — silver-streaked, tangled — fanned across the pillow. Her eyes were wide. Frightened. Excited.

I pounced.

My body covered hers — my chest pressing her breasts flat, my hips between her thighs, my cock — hard again, impossibly, insatiably hard — pressing against her pussy. She was soaked. Her juices and my cum from the previous session had mingled, creating a slick, warm mess between her legs. My cock slid through it, the friction minimal, the heat intense.

"Wait — son-in-law — we should not—"

I grabbed her hands. Pinned them above her head — one fist around both wrists, her arms stretched, her breasts lifting from her chest. The position was familiar. I’d done the same to Vespera last night. The mother’s body responded the same way — her back arching, her nipples stiffening, her legs falling open.

I slammed.

Pah PAH!

"AAANGH~!!"

My cock drove into her pussy — not her anal this time, but her cunt. The passage was wet, hot, loose from the earlier session but still deliciously tight. The walls parted around me, the cum from before squelching out around my shaft, the obscene sound of fluids mixing filling the room.

She screamed. Her body convulsed. Her hands — pinned above her — clawed at nothing. Her thick legs kicked, then wrapped around my waist. The contradiction — her mouth saying no, her body saying yes — was intoxicating.

"Why is it hard?" she gasped. Her voice broke between moans. "After so long — how is it — HNNGH~!! — still—"

I didn’t answer. I fucked her.

Pah Pah Pah Pah PAH!

Each thrust drove deeper. Her pussy — mature, experienced, but freshly awakened by the wife package — gripped me with the desperation of a woman who had been fucked once and immediately wanted more. The walls rippled. The muscles contracted. Her body was learning me — memorizing my shape, my girth, my rhythm.

Her back arched. Her breasts — heavy, full, leaking milk — swung upward. The motion was violent. Each thrust sent them flying — up, apart, together, down. The nipples — dark, stiff, leaking — trailed white streams across my chest.

"OH — son-in-law — HAAANGH~!! — why — OUNGH~!! — why does it feel — AH~!! — so—"

I groaned. "Oh fuck."

My hand left her wrists. Found her breast. Slapped it. The impact was sharp — the sound cracking through the room like a whip. The flesh rippled. The breast deformed under my palm, sprang back, the nipple hardening further. Milk sprayed from the impact — thin droplets hitting my face, the pillow, the sheets.

She gasped. "Shit — you — HNNGH~!! — your push is really something else—"

I slapped again. The other breast. The same ripple. The same spray. Her body jerked with each impact, her pussy clenching around my cock with each slap.

"Mother-in-law," I grunted. Thrusting between words. "I’ll — fuck — you’re—"

Her eyes rolled. "HAAANGH~!! — yes — son — OUNGH~!! — don’t stop—"

I didn’t.

Pah Pah Pah Pah Pah Pah PAAAH!

"OUNGH~!! — AH~!! — HIEEENGH~!! — AAANGH~!! — HAAANGH~!! — more — OUNGH~!! — harder—"

I fucked her through two orgasms. Each one hit her like a seizure — her body convulsing, her pussy gushing, her screams echoing off the walls. The first orgasm soaked my thighs. The second soaked the sheets. By the time I pulled out, the bed was a lake.

I pulled out. My cock — slick, hard, dripping with her juices — emerged with a wet pop. Her pussy gaped. Open. Empty. Clenching around nothing.

I crawled forward. Toward her face.

She lay on the bed. Gasping. Her thick body — sweat-soaked, cum-covered, milk-leaking — heaving with each breath. Her eyes were half-closed. Her mouth was open. Her lips — full, soft, trembling — were parted.

I pushed my cock against her lips.

Her eyes opened. Wide. "Wait — no—"

"Please clean it," I said. "It’s your duty, right?"

"I — that’s — son-in-law, I—"

I pushed. The head of my cock — slick with her juices, with my cum, with the mixture of everything we’d produced — slipped past her lips. Her mouth was warm. Wet. Her tongue — tentative, inexperienced, the tongue of a woman who had probably never done this — found the head. Tasted it.

She gagged.

"GLLMMPH—!!"

Her eyes rolled. The taste — salty, musky, the combined flavor of her pussy and my cum — assaulted her senses. Her nose wrinkled. Her throat convulsed. But she didn’t pull away. Her lips closed around the head. Her tongue moved — slowly, clumsily, but with growing confidence.

I pushed deeper. Three inches. Four. Her throat bulged — the outline of my cock visible through her neck. She gagged again. Her hands found my thighs — gripping, not pushing away, holding on.

I fucked her mouth. Slow, deliberate strokes. In. Out. In. Out. Each thrust pushed deeper, her throat adapting, the gag reflex fading. Saliva gathered at the corners of her mouth — thick, white, dripping down her chin. Her eyes watered. Tears streamed from the corners.

My balls — heavy, full, tightened — slapped against her chin with each thrust. The scent of me — raw, musky, overwhelming — filled her nostrils. She breathed through her nose, each inhale pulling my pheromones deeper into her system.

"GLLMMPH — GLLM — HMMMPPH—!!"

I groaned. The pressure built. My spine tightened. My balls drew up.

I came.

The first rope hit the back of her throat — thick, hot, massive. She choked. Her eyes went wide — wider than I’d ever seen them, the pupils blown, the irises vanishing. The second rope followed. The third. Each one pumping directly into her mouth, the cum filling the space between her tongue and the roof of her palate. It overflowed — leaking from the corners of her mouth, running down her cheeks, dripping from her chin. Her nose — positioned directly above the flow — was assaulted. Cum bubbled up, leaking from her nostrils.

"GLLMMPH — HMMM — GLMM—!!"

I pulled out. Slowly. My cock emerged from her mouth, trailing strands of cum and saliva. Her face — covered, ruined, the cum smeared across her cheeks and chin and nose — was a mess. Her eyes were rolled back. Her mouth was open, the tongue lolling out, the white fluid pooling on the pillow beneath her head.

She lay there. Twitching. Her whole body — every soft, thick, mature inch — convulsed with aftershocks. Her nipples were erect. Her breasts — heavy, leaking — rose and fell with each ragged breath. Her pussy — untouched during the face-fucking — was dripping. A thin, continuous stream of fluid ran from her entrance, pooling on the sheets.

I watched. My cock — still half-hard, still interested — hung between my thighs. I looked at her face. At the cum. At the way it sat on her skin, glistening in the evening light.

And then it vanished.

The cum — thick, white, smeared across her cheeks and chin and nose — began to absorb. Slowly, like water soaking into sand, the fluid disappeared into her skin. The process took seconds. The white faded. The skin beneath — previously showing the fine lines and slight sag of a woman in her mid-fifties — smoothed.

"Look in the mirror," I said.

She trembled. Her hand went to her face. Her fingers touched her cheek — where the cum had been. The skin was soft. Softer than before. Smoother.

"What?" she whispered.

"Look in the mirror."