NYGiants56
03-09-2007, 08:17 AM
Chapter 1
I was getting really pissed off with my mother-in-law. How I wished the real estate agent could speed up the process so that we could move out. I was never keen to come to Singapore, with the decent job and pay that I was getting in the States, but alas, my wife was homesick and persuaded me to come. So while my wife is working in the family business, I’ll was stuck at home with my in-laws waiting impatiently to start work in about a month’s time.
Not being a Singaporean (I’m American born Chinese); I was amazed at how long it takes to arrange for one of those apartments. What with the appointments and all. Worse still, we can’t shift in after we get the keys either. That was my mum-in-law’s idea, saying that the seventh moon or something is bad to shift, and therefore had a geomancer fix a date. After getting involved, the geomancer decided that the renovations in the house were not conducive, and proposed some remodeling of the house. Sigh… this pretty much explains my predicament right now.
“Eddie, can you help me?”
“Yes mum.” I replied feigning friendliness, as I was told not to offend Chinese mother in-laws as they were the dowager or whatever. But, alas, I love my wife and again some wise old person (my grandmother) told me that one had to accept whatever they’re married into. Always thought this applied to the women more than the guys, but what the heck, what do I know about Chinese culture?
I headed over to the kitchen and saw my mother in-law perched on top of a stool trying to reach out for the blender at the top shelf. I looked up at her and found something weird. She was wearing a T-shirt and a very short pair of shorts. As the shirt was big, it offered a view through the sleeve hole her breasts and the shorts being short, her panty less crotch area!
I was at a loss for words and was brought back to reality by her comment.
“Eddie, maybe I’ll need you to help me take it down instead.” She said.
I quickly looked at her face, and was relieved that she said it without noticing me staring at her. I put out my hand to help her down from the stool. She took it, but without warning, she slipped off the stool and landed on top of me.
“Are you okay mum?” was all I could muster from the shock after she landed on me. The fall led to her t-shirt riding up, exposing her breasts to me. She quickly got up and composed herself.
“Err… I… I’m okay, but look at you… you’ve got a nasty cut on you thigh!”
I looked down at my legs and noticed that it was bleeding from what looked like fingernail marks. She must have run her nails through my thighs accidentally as she fell on top of me. Although the wounds weren’t serious, the slight bleeding made it seem so.
“Oh, it’s not too bad. It won’t scar me.” I replied.
“Let me have a closer look at it.” She said. Without waiting for my reply she went on her knees and inspected my thighs.
“Wow, quite a long cut. In fact it has even got up to here.” Without pausing, she put her hand at my shorts and slowly lifted it up a bit, seemingly to inspect my wound closely. I was in shock at what she was doing. Then, I suddenly felt something touch my dick. I looked down and realized her hair was brushing against my dick (I wasn’t wearing anything under my shorts) as she continued to inspect the wound, seemingly unaware of my dick awakened by the gentle brushing of her hair.
She let go of my shorts and told me to clean up so that I don’t get an infection. She was saying how this was important with this SARS thing going around. I took her advice and went into the shower and got ready for a shower.
While I let the water run on my body, I couldn’t help but think about what had happened in the kitchen. Was it just my imagination, or was my mother in-law hitting on me? I was just at a loss, but as my mind was replaying the incident, I began to feel an erection building up again. Before that incident, I never noticed my mother in-law before. She was after all my mother in-law. My wife’s mother for goodness sake.
But she looks pretty good for her age. She’s about 50 years old, but could easily pass off as somebody 10 years her junior. My wife is probably a carbon copy of her and at 5’8” is about two inches taller than her mum. She has maintained herself quite well indeed as she was about 100lbs or so, which a lot of women half her age would love to be. What was different was her breasts. They were fuller than my wife’s at about a C cup or so.
Thinking about her breasts, only brought more urge to start stroking myself more. But I thought I probably would wait for my wife to come back later and give her a good hump.
I must have taken quite a while to shower as I heard my mother in-law call out my name, asking if I were alright. Maybe she thought I had fainted from the loss of blood or something, I laughed as I finished up my shower. I came out of the fogged out shower screen and reached for a towel to dry up when I realized that my mother in-law was standing at the doorway looking at me.
“I didn’t hear your answer and thought I’d check…” She stopped short as I noticed that she had shifted her gaze to what was between my legs.
I quickly took a cover to cover myself up. She quickly looked up at me and again asked if I were alright. I told her so and she left me to dry myself up.
Although I had just finished my shower, I was again getting sweaty. Must be the humid weather, or maybe what had transpired a minute ago.
I came out of the bathroom wrapped in my towel and to my surprise, my mother in-law was there, sitting on my bed.
“Let me apply some antiseptic cream on your wound.” She said.
“It’s okay mum, err I can do it myself.”
“No, you man are all too careless. You must be really careful with this SARS thing.” She said. I thought for a moment, she had a smile on her face when she said that. Almost like those of a predator in sight of its prey.
“Err… okay mum.” I replied.
She got me to sit on the bed next to her and began applying the antiseptic cream on my wound. I swear she was being a bit deliberate about it as she applied from the lowest part of the wound, around the knee area and moving slowly up to my groin. I could feel blood slowly building up in my groin area leading to my dick rousing beneath the white towel.
By the time she had reached the top of the wound, my dick was screaming to be flogged. It had set up a tent underneath the towel and I think even a blind person would be able to feel it.
“Looks like your wound is swelling up.” She said nonchalantly.
Was she talking about the cut, or was the bitch baiting me? I didn’t know how to react to this situation and quickly mumbled to her that I think the first aid pretty much covered up everything.
But she didn’t stop. She lifted up the remainder of the towel, exposing my dick, standing at attention and all and simply pushed my body back onto the bed. In shock, the push was just enough to force me on my bed when I felt something warm enveloping on my dick.
I looked up in horror as I saw my mother in-law taking my 9 inch meat into her mouth. How she managed to take so much of it in, I’ll never know but hey, this wasn’t supposed to happen. I wanted immediately to ask the bitch to stop, but her skilful sucking was really good and my enjoying dick put a stop to any resistance that my mind was about to offer.
“Oohh… mum, this is good… b-but we shouldn’t be doing this.” I offered feebly.
She was in a world of her own, oblivious to what was happening or what I was saying. Short of me beating the shit out of her, she probably won’t stop. Well, if she wanted my cock for lunch, then so be it. I simply closed my eyes and allowed her to take me.
I was feeling really good when she stopped for a moment. I didn’t want to open my eyes as I thought it would be really embarrassing. Instead I expected her to walk out embarrassed. Instead I suddenly felt her body on top of me and a kind of musky scent on my nose. I opened my eyes to see her well shaven pussy in my face.
“Lick my pussy… please.” She implored me. I did so without hesitation.
Soon I could hear her moans, even though they were muffled as she still had my dick in her mouth. Her pussy was musky but was different from my wife’s as it was not as easily wet as my wife’s. (I was to find out later that a woman past menopause takes a bit longer to get wet.)
We must have gone on for a good fifteen minutes or so. I felt her hips thrusting and her thighs beginning to grip on my head. She must be feeling the goodness that my tongue could provide her. She quickly stopped sucking on my dick and got up, and without facing me, impaled herself with my dick. She began rocking herself up and down and to and fro like doggie style, but with me lying down. The grip of her pussy was getting really strong as I felt her getting her first orgasm. She kept on thrusting, fucking like her life depended on it and pretty soon I could feel the build up of a second orgasm from her.
This time the gripping was more intense and it led to my balls churning as I felt the buildup of pressure on it. I was about to shoot. She must have felt it too as she increased the speed of thrusts and the sucking effect of the gripping pussy intensified, drawing the first shot of sperm out of my balls through my dick and deep inside her pussy. The shots kept going as her pussy squeezed every bit of sperm out of my dick until I was dry.
I was just getting out of the post-coital high. I reached out wanting to hug her, but my touch set her off as she let out a scream and ran out of her room.
Now I was mystified…
TO BE CONTINUED.......
I was getting really pissed off with my mother-in-law. How I wished the real estate agent could speed up the process so that we could move out. I was never keen to come to Singapore, with the decent job and pay that I was getting in the States, but alas, my wife was homesick and persuaded me to come. So while my wife is working in the family business, I’ll was stuck at home with my in-laws waiting impatiently to start work in about a month’s time.
Not being a Singaporean (I’m American born Chinese); I was amazed at how long it takes to arrange for one of those apartments. What with the appointments and all. Worse still, we can’t shift in after we get the keys either. That was my mum-in-law’s idea, saying that the seventh moon or something is bad to shift, and therefore had a geomancer fix a date. After getting involved, the geomancer decided that the renovations in the house were not conducive, and proposed some remodeling of the house. Sigh… this pretty much explains my predicament right now.
“Eddie, can you help me?”
“Yes mum.” I replied feigning friendliness, as I was told not to offend Chinese mother in-laws as they were the dowager or whatever. But, alas, I love my wife and again some wise old person (my grandmother) told me that one had to accept whatever they’re married into. Always thought this applied to the women more than the guys, but what the heck, what do I know about Chinese culture?
I headed over to the kitchen and saw my mother in-law perched on top of a stool trying to reach out for the blender at the top shelf. I looked up at her and found something weird. She was wearing a T-shirt and a very short pair of shorts. As the shirt was big, it offered a view through the sleeve hole her breasts and the shorts being short, her panty less crotch area!
I was at a loss for words and was brought back to reality by her comment.
“Eddie, maybe I’ll need you to help me take it down instead.” She said.
I quickly looked at her face, and was relieved that she said it without noticing me staring at her. I put out my hand to help her down from the stool. She took it, but without warning, she slipped off the stool and landed on top of me.
“Are you okay mum?” was all I could muster from the shock after she landed on me. The fall led to her t-shirt riding up, exposing her breasts to me. She quickly got up and composed herself.
“Err… I… I’m okay, but look at you… you’ve got a nasty cut on you thigh!”
I looked down at my legs and noticed that it was bleeding from what looked like fingernail marks. She must have run her nails through my thighs accidentally as she fell on top of me. Although the wounds weren’t serious, the slight bleeding made it seem so.
“Oh, it’s not too bad. It won’t scar me.” I replied.
“Let me have a closer look at it.” She said. Without waiting for my reply she went on her knees and inspected my thighs.
“Wow, quite a long cut. In fact it has even got up to here.” Without pausing, she put her hand at my shorts and slowly lifted it up a bit, seemingly to inspect my wound closely. I was in shock at what she was doing. Then, I suddenly felt something touch my dick. I looked down and realized her hair was brushing against my dick (I wasn’t wearing anything under my shorts) as she continued to inspect the wound, seemingly unaware of my dick awakened by the gentle brushing of her hair.
She let go of my shorts and told me to clean up so that I don’t get an infection. She was saying how this was important with this SARS thing going around. I took her advice and went into the shower and got ready for a shower.
While I let the water run on my body, I couldn’t help but think about what had happened in the kitchen. Was it just my imagination, or was my mother in-law hitting on me? I was just at a loss, but as my mind was replaying the incident, I began to feel an erection building up again. Before that incident, I never noticed my mother in-law before. She was after all my mother in-law. My wife’s mother for goodness sake.
But she looks pretty good for her age. She’s about 50 years old, but could easily pass off as somebody 10 years her junior. My wife is probably a carbon copy of her and at 5’8” is about two inches taller than her mum. She has maintained herself quite well indeed as she was about 100lbs or so, which a lot of women half her age would love to be. What was different was her breasts. They were fuller than my wife’s at about a C cup or so.
Thinking about her breasts, only brought more urge to start stroking myself more. But I thought I probably would wait for my wife to come back later and give her a good hump.
I must have taken quite a while to shower as I heard my mother in-law call out my name, asking if I were alright. Maybe she thought I had fainted from the loss of blood or something, I laughed as I finished up my shower. I came out of the fogged out shower screen and reached for a towel to dry up when I realized that my mother in-law was standing at the doorway looking at me.
“I didn’t hear your answer and thought I’d check…” She stopped short as I noticed that she had shifted her gaze to what was between my legs.
I quickly took a cover to cover myself up. She quickly looked up at me and again asked if I were alright. I told her so and she left me to dry myself up.
Although I had just finished my shower, I was again getting sweaty. Must be the humid weather, or maybe what had transpired a minute ago.
I came out of the bathroom wrapped in my towel and to my surprise, my mother in-law was there, sitting on my bed.
“Let me apply some antiseptic cream on your wound.” She said.
“It’s okay mum, err I can do it myself.”
“No, you man are all too careless. You must be really careful with this SARS thing.” She said. I thought for a moment, she had a smile on her face when she said that. Almost like those of a predator in sight of its prey.
“Err… okay mum.” I replied.
She got me to sit on the bed next to her and began applying the antiseptic cream on my wound. I swear she was being a bit deliberate about it as she applied from the lowest part of the wound, around the knee area and moving slowly up to my groin. I could feel blood slowly building up in my groin area leading to my dick rousing beneath the white towel.
By the time she had reached the top of the wound, my dick was screaming to be flogged. It had set up a tent underneath the towel and I think even a blind person would be able to feel it.
“Looks like your wound is swelling up.” She said nonchalantly.
Was she talking about the cut, or was the bitch baiting me? I didn’t know how to react to this situation and quickly mumbled to her that I think the first aid pretty much covered up everything.
But she didn’t stop. She lifted up the remainder of the towel, exposing my dick, standing at attention and all and simply pushed my body back onto the bed. In shock, the push was just enough to force me on my bed when I felt something warm enveloping on my dick.
I looked up in horror as I saw my mother in-law taking my 9 inch meat into her mouth. How she managed to take so much of it in, I’ll never know but hey, this wasn’t supposed to happen. I wanted immediately to ask the bitch to stop, but her skilful sucking was really good and my enjoying dick put a stop to any resistance that my mind was about to offer.
“Oohh… mum, this is good… b-but we shouldn’t be doing this.” I offered feebly.
She was in a world of her own, oblivious to what was happening or what I was saying. Short of me beating the shit out of her, she probably won’t stop. Well, if she wanted my cock for lunch, then so be it. I simply closed my eyes and allowed her to take me.
I was feeling really good when she stopped for a moment. I didn’t want to open my eyes as I thought it would be really embarrassing. Instead I expected her to walk out embarrassed. Instead I suddenly felt her body on top of me and a kind of musky scent on my nose. I opened my eyes to see her well shaven pussy in my face.
“Lick my pussy… please.” She implored me. I did so without hesitation.
Soon I could hear her moans, even though they were muffled as she still had my dick in her mouth. Her pussy was musky but was different from my wife’s as it was not as easily wet as my wife’s. (I was to find out later that a woman past menopause takes a bit longer to get wet.)
We must have gone on for a good fifteen minutes or so. I felt her hips thrusting and her thighs beginning to grip on my head. She must be feeling the goodness that my tongue could provide her. She quickly stopped sucking on my dick and got up, and without facing me, impaled herself with my dick. She began rocking herself up and down and to and fro like doggie style, but with me lying down. The grip of her pussy was getting really strong as I felt her getting her first orgasm. She kept on thrusting, fucking like her life depended on it and pretty soon I could feel the build up of a second orgasm from her.
This time the gripping was more intense and it led to my balls churning as I felt the buildup of pressure on it. I was about to shoot. She must have felt it too as she increased the speed of thrusts and the sucking effect of the gripping pussy intensified, drawing the first shot of sperm out of my balls through my dick and deep inside her pussy. The shots kept going as her pussy squeezed every bit of sperm out of my dick until I was dry.
I was just getting out of the post-coital high. I reached out wanting to hug her, but my touch set her off as she let out a scream and ran out of her room.
Now I was mystified…
TO BE CONTINUED.......