And Jenny. Poor Jenny. She was such a lovely, sweet woman. After meeting her mom, it was understandable why she had so many issues. But she was so nice, and a great friend. The fact that I may have ruined her marriage tore me up inside.
I couldn’t sleep. The guilt was tearing me up inside. There was no other choice. I had to know. I had to know if Matt was able to withstand the force of nature that is his mother-in-law.
It was around midnight. Jenny was asleep in my guest room. I quickly get dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. I sneak into the guest room. Gosh, Jenny has a smile on her face. She was sleeping a contented sleep. I tiptoed over and grabbed her keys off the side table. I snuck out of the room without her even moving. I walked out to my car and got in. I pulled out and start to drive.
I knew where Matt and Jenny lived, so it was a pretty short trip. All the lights were out, which was a good sign. I shut my car door quietly, and headed towards the front door. I unlocked the door quietly and stepped in, hoping the neighbors didn’t see. I kept still and listened for any signs of life. I started to hear a constant creaking coming from above. Oh no. I was in a daze as I stepped up the stairs. The creaking was getting louder. I stepped up to a door and heard the creaking coming from behind it. I couldn’t just burst in. I realized the bathroom next to this room might connect to it, so I opened it quietly and stepped in. The creaking got louder, and I realized there was an open door on the other side of the bathroom, leading to the bedroom. I tiptoed over, preparing for the worst. I turned and looked in.
With the room lit by moonlight, I was able to see everything in disgusting clarity. I saw Gina, that total bitch, covered with sweat, bouncing on her son-in-law’s dick, which was buried deep in her ass. I stumbled back in shock. My legs collapsed under me, and I fell to a sitting position on the toilet. I sat on the closed lid, and realized I was surrounded by blackness, with no danger of being seen.
Unbelievable. That arrogant, evil bitch was right. She said she would do it, and she did. Bitch. How could she? How could she do this to her daughter? Although looking at that huge dick buried in her ass, I couldn’t say I blamed her. I couldn’t blame him either. Bitch or not, this woman was hot. His hands were constantly squeezing her massive breasts, which could be seen even from behind her. Bitch. What did this bitch do to deserve those massive breasts, that perfect ass, that smooth creamy skin? Why does she get all the luck?
As much as I hate to admit it, watching this scene was hot. I originally thought I was watching an unbelievable betrayal, the end of a marriage. But I realized that’s not what this is. This was a master class in fucking. I was watching a true master at work. Like watching Da Vinci paint. Or Mozart compose. I was watching Gina fuck. Maybe I could learn something.
The ass fucking lasted for several more minutes. I had never considered anal as a viable sex option. I thought it was a thing only done in porno. But Gina was making it look amazing. Maybe I might try it someday. She moaned out loud as she came, but Matt didn’t as he continued burying his huge dick in her tight ass. As her orgasm passed, Gina lifted herself off. She immediately twirled around and buried his dick down her throat, deep-throating him.