My wife’s mother: 5

The evening was calm, but the air in the kitchen was thick with a dangerous tension. My daughter, Chloe, and my husband, Richard, were in the living room just twenty feet away, laughing at a movie on the television. I was supposed to be preparing a salad for dinner, and Leo was helping me carry in the heavy grocery bags. Every time our hands brushed, a spark of electricity shot through my body. I was wearing a thin silk robe with nothing underneath, and I knew Leo could see the outline of my hard nipples through the fabric.

I was standing at the counter, chopping cucumbers, when I felt Leo move up behind me. I didn't hear him; he moved like a predator. Suddenly, I felt his large, warm hands slide around my waist. He pulled me back against his chest, and I could feel his massive nine-inch dick already rock-hard against my ass.

Leo, no, they are right there, I whispered, my heart hammering against my ribs.

He didn't say anything. He just reached down and parted my robe, his fingers finding my pussy, which was already dripping wet. He used one hand to cover my mouth, pressing my back into his chest. With the other hand, he guided his thick dick to my entrance. Without a word, he slid into me from behind. He didn't go slowly. He pushed all nine inches deep into my pussy in one smooth, wet motion.

I let out a muffled shriek against his palm, my eyes going wide. The feeling of him filling me up while my family was just in the next room was almost too much to bear. Leo started to fuck me in a slow, deep doggy-style rhythm while we both stood there. I had to bite down on his hand to keep my moans from becoming screams. I could hear the television dialogue, which made every thrust of his dick feel ten times more intense.

Oh god, I moaned into his skin, the sound escaping slightly as a low, vibrating hum.

Leo was being vigilant, his eyes darting toward the kitchen doorway every few seconds. He pulled his hand away from my mouth for a second to lick my ear, his breath hot and ragged. He was groaning low in his throat, a sound so quiet it was almost a purr. He reached around and started to flick my clit with his thumb while he hammered into me from behind. I was shaking, my knees buckling as he hit my sweet spot over and over.

We need to change, he hissed into my ear.

He pulled out, the wet sound of his dick leaving my pussy making me gasp. He sat down on one of the kitchen stools and pulled me onto his lap, facing him in a missionary position. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he guided his dick back inside. It went in even deeper this time, his balls pressing against my wet slit. We started to fuck right there on the stool, my robe falling off my shoulders.

I leaned in and started to lick his neck, my tongue trailing up to his ear. I was moaning softly, the sound escaping despite my best efforts to stay silent. Leo grabbed my face and kissed me deeply, our tongues tangling as he shoved his dick into me. We were both terrified of being caught, but the adrenaline was making my pussy tighter than ever.

I want to taste you, I whispered.

I slid off his lap and dropped to my knees on the linoleum floor. I took his nine-inch dick into my mouth, sucking it with a frantic hunger. I could hear Richard calling out from the living room, asking if the salad was ready. I froze, my mouth still full of Leo’s dick. Leo stayed perfectly still, his hand gripping the edge of the counter so hard his knuckles turned white.

Almost ready! I called back, my voice shaking.

As soon as Richard settled back into the movie, I went back to work. I sucked Leo’s dick until he was shaking, his hips jerking forward. Then, he pulled me up and pushed me back against the refrigerator. He lifted one of my legs and shoved his dick back into my pussy while we both stood up. This standing position allowed him to get a different angle, and he was hitting a spot that made my whole body vibrate.

I’m coming, Leo, I whispered, my voice a jagged rasp.

I grabbed a kitchen towel and stuffed it into my mouth to drown out the noise. I was shaking and twitching as my climax ripped through me, my pussy clenching around his dick like a vice. I was moaning into the towel, the sound muffled and dark. Leo was right behind me, his thrusts becoming short and violent as he reached his peak.

He let out a very low, guttural groan and buried his dick as deep as it would go. I felt the hot explosion of his cum filling me up, the heat spreading through my insides. He stayed there for a moment, his forehead resting against the cool metal of the fridge, both of us panting in the shadows.

We quickly cleaned each other up with the towel, our hands shaking as we fixed our clothes. I licked the last bit of cum off his dick before he zipped up, and he gave my pussy one last lingering kiss.

By the time I walked into the living room with the salad bowl, my face was flushed, and my legs were weak. Richard didn't even look up from the screen. Leo followed behind me, looking perfectly calm, but I could see the fire still burning in his eyes. I sat down on the sofa, feeling Leo’s cum slowly leaking out of me, and I knew that this was the best secret I had ever kept.

The hunger was satisfied for now, but I knew that tomorrow, the cycle would start all over again.