I stepped into the bathroom where it had all started, carrying the handful of soaked satin panties. I dropped them into the laundry basket on top of the purple set Megan had already left there. For a moment I just stared, mind replaying everything. The way she had watched me, the way she had joined me, the way she had taken me.
Megan’s voice pulled me back. “Care to join me and wash my back?”
I looked up. Water traced every line and curve of her body, streaming over her breasts, down her stomach, and along her legs. Her eyes had that same hungry look. I took the soap she offered, stepped inside, and pulled the shower door shut behind me.
I started soaping her slowly, palms gliding over her shoulders and spending extra time on her full breasts. My thumbs circled her hard nipples until she arched into me with a soft moan. I moved down her back and around to her flat stomach. She pressed back against my rock-hard cock, grinding slowly.
My soapy hands moved lower, sliding over her pussy. She moaned louder. “That might need some extra cleaning.”
I set the soap down. One hand continued massaging her breasts while the other slid up and down her slick folds. She pushed her ass back harder, humping my cock between her cheeks. Her moaning grew louder and breathier.
She spun around, grabbed my cock, and kissed me deeply, greedily, her tongue claiming mine. “I want your cock in me,” she growled against my lips.
She lifted one leg onto the built-in tile seat. I stepped in close and slid inside her slowly. She breathed in sharply as I bottomed out.
I gripped her ass with both hands, holding her firmly while I started long, deliberate strokes, pulling almost all the way out before sinking deep again. Each time I bottomed out, she let out a little whimpering moan, hips grinding back to meet me.
Our pace quickened. Her moans turned urgent. My balls pulled tight. “You’re so fucking hot,” I groaned. “You’re going to make me cum.”
She pressed her lips harder against mine as her body shuddered with an orgasm, pussy clamping down around my cock in rhythmic waves. It pushed me over the edge. I buried myself deep one last time, squeezing her ass and pulling her tight against me. My cock erupted, pulse after heavy pulse flooding her hungry pussy, each one weakening my knees.
“Oh my god, that was incredible,” I breathed. “You are an amazing woman.”
She held me close as the water ran over us, both of us panting, hearts hammering. We finished cleaning each other, hands gentle now, almost tender, stopping before the hunger could take over again.
While we were drying off, she said somberly, “We can’t do this again. You’re my son-in-law. Amanda would be devastated, and I couldn’t stand to hurt her. It’s just been so long. I got caught up in it.”
Guilt hit me hard. I nodded. “You’re right.” I hugged her and added, “Maybe you should find someone. I would have pursued you if we had met before Amanda.”
That seemed to perk her up a little. I kissed her cheek and left her to change.
That night I lay in bed beside Amanda; her breathing was soft and even. I drifted in and out of sleep, mind replaying the day. The black satin hugging my cock, Megan’s purple panties pulled aside, the way she had ridden me in the shower. My cock pushed against my pajama pants, hard again, guilt twisting with raw desire. I couldn’t believe it. I just lay there, aching, until sleep finally found me.
Down the hall, Megan lay wide awake in her bed. She wore a pink satin and lace babydoll that hugged her curves, the lace trim brushing her hard nipples with every breath. The matching high-cut bikini panties were already damp. Her body was tingling, hungry with a need she had buried since her husband died. This experience had cracked something open inside her, raw, urgent, demanding.
Her mind replayed watching him stroke his beautiful cock with her panties, the way he had filled her, the way he had moaned her name. She slid her hand down the smooth satin top, fingers slipping under the waistband of her panties. One finger traced the slick line of her pussy. She stifled a moan. Another finger joined, sliding up and down, straddling her swollen clit. Her pussy opened greedily as she pushed two fingers inside, going deeper with each thrust.
She fantasized about her son-in-law’s cock plunging into her, hard, deep, relentless. Her pace quickened. The orgasm built fast and intensely. She came hard, again and again, fingers pumping furiously, pussy clenching and gushing, wetness soaking the satin crotch dark. She bit her lip to stay quiet, body shaking through wave after wave until she finally collapsed, panting, flushed, alive again.
Sleep found her at last, a small, satisfied smile on her lips.
The next morning, I stood at the patio door, coffee in hand, everyone still asleep. The sky was clear and the lake flat as glass.
Amanda wanted to take the pontoon out, something easy for our last full day at the lake. The kids squealed when they saw the cooler packed.
Amanda walked into the kitchen. I handed her a cup of coffee. Leaning back against the counter as she sipped gave me the chance to admire her body. She was wearing a black bikini, a simple two-piece with high-cut legs and modest coverage on top. She looked good, toned from yoga, curves soft but athletic, less voluptuous than her mom but still beautiful in that quiet, unassuming way. She blushed slightly when she noticed me staring. While I was leaning in to hug and kiss my wife, her mom walked into the kitchen. My cock twitched at the sight.
Megan wore a navy satin-like bikini, high-leg cut with thin ties knotted at her hips and a seam up the crinkled back that tucked into her ass. The top hugged her fuller breasts together and let them spill slightly in the middle. The glossy fabric almost looked liquid the way it glistened in the sun. It clung to every curve. I thought, “Was this deliberate? Maybe.”
She caught my eye as she adjusted the ties, lips curving in a private smile. Now I was sure she was trying to tease me. Oh, this was going to be a long day.
We loaded onto the pontoon. I drove, Amanda beside her mom, the kids giggling in the front. Megan sat forward enough, across from me, so I could see her out of the corner of my eye. The navy satin bottom rode up just enough to show the curve of her ass when she shifted. Every time we hit a wave, her breasts bounced lightly, nipples stiff against the fabric. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs on the trip to the sandbar, pausing uncrossed long enough for me to get a look at her satin-covered pussy.
At the sandbar, Amanda was busy rubbing sunblock on the kids. Megan smiled sweetly at me. “Be a dear and help with some sunblock on my back.” She turned and bent over to grab the lotion out of her bag, almost burying her ass in my face. I wanted more than anything to slide her bottoms aside and sink my tongue into her.
She sat with her back to me, bikini top untied and an arm holding it across the front. I squeezed cocoa butter-infused sunscreen into my palm. The thick, creamy, heavy tropical scent filled the air and hit me like a memory from the mid-80s and 90s. Pool parties and beach nights, hot girls in tiny bikinis glistening under the sun, the air thick with that same cocoa butter oil. Hands sliding over oiled skin, making out in the shadows, blowjobs behind the boathouse, quickies in the back seat while the music thumped. The smell alone used to make my cock twitch before I even touched a girl.
I rubbed it in, making slow circles over Megan’s shoulders, down her spine, thumbs pressing gently along her sides. Her skin was warm and soft, muscles relaxed under my touch. She sighed and leaned back a little.
“Lower,” she whispered so only I could hear. “Don’t miss a spot.”
I worked the lotion down to the waistband of her bikini bottom, fingers slipping just under the edge, brushing the top of her ass. The cocoa butter scent mixed with her skin and the faint musk. My cock was growing in my trunks.
Amanda came back from helping the kids just as I finished and took her mom’s place. Megan turned as Amanda was retying her mom’s suit. “You’re a good man,” she said, as much to me as to Amanda. “You’ve always been good to this family.” With that, she went forward to watch the kids.
While I was rubbing lotion on Amanda, she leaned back into me. Her head turned toward me, blushing. “Do you have a hard-on from rubbing lotion on me?”
I leaned in and kissed her neck. “You always have that effect on me.” She does, but this time it was before her.
She giggled. “I guess it has been since before we came up here.”
I hugged her and said, “I understand you don’t feel right fooling around at your mom’s house. It’s fine.”
She looked back again. “I am turned on knowing you react like that to me. Maybe tonight we can make an exception.” With that, she returned to the kids, her mom, and the lake friends on the sandbar. I stared at her ass the whole time, feeling lucky, guilty, and horny all at once.
A few hours later, the kids were getting hungry. Megan suggested a quick run to the lake store for some food and drinks. I agreed, happy to get a moment away. Amanda said she would stay at the sandbar with the kids. Megan stated she wanted to come along so she could treat.
She sat in the same position as before. Once we were far enough away, she moved over to me and said, “I haven’t been able to get the fun we had out of my mind. I am so horny after you rubbed that lotion on me.”
I said, “I thought we were done with that. Is that why you wore that suit today?”
She playfully looked shocked. “What, you don’t like it?”
“No, I love it. My dick has been half hard all day since I saw it this morning in the kitchen.”
“I know,” she cooed. “I noticed it when I got up from you rubbing lotion on me.”
She returned to her seat, spread her legs, and pulled her suit to the side. I could see how horny and wet she was. Her pussy was swollen and her clit poking out. She said, “Keep driving, but slow down. We don’t want to get there too soon. I want to give you a show.”
She started rubbing her pussy, alternating between circling her clit and plunging her fingers into her open hole. “Do you like watching me?” she asked in short breaths.
“I do,” was all I could manage.
She crawled over to me and pulled my cock out from my shorts. First stroking it, then sucking it deeply into her mouth. Her warm mouth and naughty tongue felt incredible. Sensing I was close, she stood up and straddled my lap, facing me. She pulled her tits out of her suit as she sank onto my cock. She shuddered. “Oh god, that feels so good.”
I told her the store was just up ahead. She started bouncing on my dick and gyrating her hips. She was moaning faster, breathing heavily. I took one hand and started squeezing her tits. She bucked hard and sank down on my cock. Her pussy convulsed around me. I shot a massive load in one powerful shot. It felt like it pulled from deep inside me. She quickly got up, grabbed a boat towel, and wiped up herself, me, and the boat.
After getting snacks, we returned to the boat. On the ride back, we talked. She told me how this had awakened a fire in her she thought had died with her husband. I told her how hot she was and how any guy would want to be with her. We talked about Amanda and how bad we felt betraying her, how crushed she would be. She was hopeful that once we went home on Monday night, things would return to normal.
That night after the house was quiet and the kids were in bed, Amanda went to take a shower. She returned with just a towel on. She closed the door and dropped the towel. Underneath she only had on a pair of pink lace bikinis with scalloped edges and a little bow in the center. She looked at me with hungry eyes. “Does this work for you?”
I answered by pulling my pajama pants down and letting my dick stand free. She started to pull the panties down. I told her to leave them on. She smiled widely and crawled up my body, stopping to kiss me and grind her panty-covered pussy on my dick. “We have to be quiet,” she whispered. I reached back and slid her panties to the side. Her pussy was so wet the panties were already sticky. I guided my dick to her pussy as she slid back onto it. She buried her face into my neck as she whimpered. Slow, long, steady strokes, both of us trying not to make a sound.
Our eyes locked, signaling the passion. She was gripping my cock by contracting her pussy with every stroke. She moved from my neck to the pillow to muffle her moans. I reached back and squeezed her ass, pulling her tight onto my cock. She orgasmed a second before I did. Her eyes looked at me wide and passionate as she kissed me with a ferocity I hadn’t felt since we first started dating. We lay in that position until we fell asleep.
The next day we ate breakfast, packed up the kids’ stuff and our stuff, helped clean up, said our goodbyes, and headed home. Megan ground into me as she hugged me goodbye.
Once home, Amanda went to get the kids cleaned up for bed and I went to unpack. I heard her call her mom and say we made it home okay and were just getting unpacked. My phone buzzed. It was a message from Megan. “I slipped a surprise into your suitcase. Enjoy.”
I looked to make sure the coast was clear. I threw open my bag and tucked between the layers was the navy-blue panties, freshly laundered but, upon closer inspection, quite wet in the crotch. She must have masturbated with them that morning. I hurriedly checked again. I was alone. I raised them to my face and inhaled deeply. The smell of jasmine and Megan’s pussy juice was incredible. I flicked my tongue across the wetness just a little, wanting to save it all for when I had more time alone. I texted Megan back, thanking her for the gift. I assured her I would put them to good use.
She replied, “My panties, my show.”
My cock was twitching when Amanda yelled down the hallway that her mom wanted to come down the following weekend to get away and spend more time with us. I obviously agreed.
To be continued…