Ate out my in-law in the bathroom [FF] [MILF] [cunnilingus].

This happened a while ago but I still touch myself thinking about it every now and then. It was at my sister’s wedding rehearsal dinner; I already met my new brother-in-law and his family a couple times before then.

They’re a handsome family I’ll admit, but my eyes were always drawn to his (blessedly single) mother. She was in her fifties with crow’s feet, deep laugh lines, and piercingly blue eyes. She always dressed pretty conservatively but even with the layers of sweaters and jeans she had on, I could tell by the outline of her bust and hips that she had a rocking body underneath. In fact, there was this one time I was helping her prepare this huge dinner to get to know the new family. I was trying to reach for the flour on top of the fridge, but I’m a solid five feet even with shoes on. She must have heard me struggling because the next thing I knew, I felt a pair of soft, plush pillows on my back as she reached up from behind me to grab the ingredients herself, her hand resting on my hip for balance. My neck was heating up by the time I turned around; she only had a couple inches on me but her presence was huge when she smirked down at me.

She leaned down and whispered in my ear that little girls shouldn’t be playing around like that. Every day since then I thanked God I had on a huge jumper that covered the wet stain on my leggings.

Fast forward to the actual rehearsal dinner: I got my hair and makeup done, I’m wearing the cutest little dress I bought at a clearance sale, and I’m thinking I look good as fuck. And then *she* walked in.

I’m not proud of this, but my immediate first thought upon seeing my in-law walk in was ‘Damn, I *knew* she had a banging body.’ She was wearing this little black number with a slit on the thigh and a low cut that showed so much cleavage you could swim in it. Her hair was blown out to perfection, and her bright red lip had my biting my own. And this was just for the rehearsal dinner!

But I knew my brother-in-law’s dad was there with his new girlfriend hanging off his arm, and from the way she kept glaring at him and whispering to her son every now and then, I assumed he was why she went all out. Sir I don’t think you’ll ever see this, but from this horny lady, I wanna personally thank you for that alone.

Anyways, I was doing pretty well in my opinion. I made small talk with the other guests there and even tried flirting with a couple, but eventually I just couldn’t stop staring at *her*. By the time I finally approached her, she pulled me into a hug and I nearly exploded just feeling those magnificent breasts against mine.

“Darling, where have you been all night,” she asked me with her husky voice, “don’t tell me you’ve been avoiding me?”

Her hands were still on my shoulders, her thumbs rubbing the bare skin, and it took everything in me not to fall to my knees in the middle of the restaurant.

We kept talking–or, she talked a lot. I couldn’t for the life of me tell you what she was saying; I was a little preoccupied trying not to openly stare at the freckles on the tops of her breasts.

Every time a guest or relative I didn’t know approached us, she’d pull me in closer to her side with her hand on my waist while she introduced us. After the fifth nameless cousin or business associate, I was approaching my limit and excused myself to the bathroom.

I’ve only done this once before and a couple times since then, and I always, always check for other people every time but just this once, I couldn’t help myself. I smiled tightly at the woman who just left and then speedwalked into one of the only three stalls in the bathroom. I leaned against the door and hiked my dress up over my thighs and started palming my pussy through my pantyhose. Eventually I started rubbing little circles against my clit; it felt so good and in any other situation, I would’ve started teasing myself a little, maybe slip a finger in. But I was at my sister’s rehearsal dinner! I couldn’t finger myself in the bathroom while my new in-laws were toasting the new couple.

I was so, so fucking close but right then, someone knocked at the door and I jumped.

“You doing alright in there, darling?” It was my future fucking mother-in-law. “Your sister’s looking for you.”

I looked down at the stain on my pantyhose. I felt weirdly guilty. “J- just a minute,” I said, my voice all shaky while I was wiping my hand against my thigh. “Just taking a little break from all the craziness out there, haha.”

I opened the door and almost yelped at her standing right in front of me. Her eyes were dark as she looked me up and down, and I was internally freaking out wondering if she heard me moaning or worse, if she smelled something.

“I really shouldn’t leave my sister waiting then,” I laughed nervously and made to leave, but she stopped me with a hand on my shoulder. I was already confused, and was even more confused when she started pushing me back into the stall; when she closed and locked the door behind her, my mind was working overtime trying to grasp the situation.

“Hold on now,” she said, her hand on my shoulder applying pressure until I got the hint and sat on the toilet seat. “Maybe… she can wait a little longer.”

“Wh-what?”

She smirked at me again, and I felt even smaller. I barely heard the *ziiip* of her dress until the straps were sliding down her arms and I suddenly got a face full of the most beautiful MILF tits on the face of the planet.

“You thought I wouldn’t notice you ogling these all night?” She smiled and held one of them in her hand, her fingers pulling at her nipple. I was salivating. “Or rather, you thought I wouldn’t notice the way you stare at these every. Single. Time you see me?” She was straddling my lap, and now her creamy tits really were in my face then.

I wasn’t a virgin, and I’ve fucked lots of women before, but suddenly my hands were shaking and I was whimpering like a boy Googling ‘big boobs’ for the first time in his life.

“Go on then darling,” she whispered, subtly grinding her crotch on my lap, “have a taste.” She pressed one of her nipples against my lips, smearing red lipstick all over her dusty brown areola.

And because I’m not one to turn down free food, I opened my mouth and sucked on her nipple like my life depended on it. I held the other tit, squishing it underneath my hand while I sucked at and lightly nipped at her nipple. When I finally let up, it was swollen and puffy, the red lipstick I paid forty dollars for marking her skin. I grabbed both tits and pressed my face in between; heaven was a place on earth and that place was the space between a pair of MILF tits.

When I brought her breasts close together and tried sucking both nipples at the same time, she moaned loud enough to startle whichever poor soul decided to walk in and immediately walked out of the bathroom. I was tracing the blue vein of her tits when I felt something wet on my lap; it was only then that I realized she’d been grinding her pussy against me this entire time.

“Stand up,” I said to her, giving her tits one last squeeze before she obeyed and leaned against the stall door.

Because I’m still a classy lady, I put some toilet paper on the floor before getting on my knees and lifting her skirt up. I pressed my nose against her panties and just breathed in, taking in her scent and the juices already staining her underwear and lingering on my nose.

“Someone’s eager,” she laughed. Her breathing was hard and she tried rubbing herself on my face. I was practically a waterfall at that point, my pantyhose ruined because of this powerful woman riding my face.

“Since the day I met you,” I muttered. I pulled down her panties, moaning when I finally got to see her bare pussy. There was a strip of blonde hair, and I wondered if she was planning on something happening at this dinner the entire time. I reached up and pulled her red, puffy lips apart, nosing at her clit while she ran her hands through my hair (‘there goes the hundred dollars I spent on it,’ I thought to myself).

I dove in without restraint, holding her lips apart while I fucked her with my tongue. It hadn’t even been that long, yet her juices kept dripping down my chin and jaw, and I wondered how long it’s been since somebody’s done this to her.

“Fuck, yes, more,” she moaned, her voice echoing in the otherwise empty bathroom. The grip she had on my hair kind of hurt but I wasn’t too bothered, not as long as I could spend more time in that pussy. I looked up, and nearly came on the spot at the intense way she was looking down at me. Her other hand was cupping at one of her tits, her thumb and forefinger tweaking the nipple. I whined and reached up to play with the other, loving how soft it felt underneath my fingers while she sighed and rode my face.

I used my other hand to play with her clit a little before I inserted two fingers inside her, making her scream.

“You’re so fucking good at this,” she said, “would’ve done this a lot sooner if I knew this was good, fuck.”

I licked at her folds while scissoring her open with my fingers. My own pussy was *throbbing*, practically pulsing with how horny I was. I wanted to touch myself too, or at the very least grind against my hand until I came. But that would’ve meant moving my hand away from her tit or her pussy, and I would rather die on the spot than do that. I put in a third finger, then a fourth; she could take so much, if we were anywhere else I would’ve tried a whole fist, or the biggest dildo I had.

She started fucking herself on my fingers, screaming about how I was better than her shitbag ex-husband, and I smiled against her pussy. I sucked on her clit and pistoned my fingers in and out until my wrist was cramping, and she finally came, shaking against me as she kept pushing down on my head.

I was shaking too when I got up; my knees were killing me, my hand was soaked and pruning, and it was safe to say my hair and makeup were utterly ruined. She laughed and told me she’d fix me up before we left and kissed me deep; her hand was on the back of my neck holding me in place as she licked the last traces of her juices off my lips and face.

Now, unfortunately, I haven’t really seen her much since that night and the night of actual wedding (she did finger fuck me in her hotel room after the reception though). She doesn’t post on social media often, and the last I saw of her was on this instagram post where she was wrapped around this dude a couple years older than me in Italy.

I’m not mad but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want another round eventually. But my sister invited me over to her and her husband’s place for Christmas and said her mother-in-law might be there as well. Needless to say I’m looking forward to the holidays ;).

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/r74m57/ate_out_my_inlaw_in_the_bathroom_ff_milf