Chapter 13
Megan gave Kevin a kiss and kept him from going into the living room. "Darling, my mother has never been a shrinking violet. I didn't realize until this afternoon just how audacious she can be. Whatever she does, I'll understand. Okay?"
"What happened this afternoon? What are you trying to tell me?"
"Damned if I know what I'm trying to tell you," she replied. "I just want you to be prepared."
"Why? Do you think your mother might make a pass at me?"
"A pass might be the least shocking thing she does! I just want you to know that I understand, no matter what happens. Okay?"
"You make her sound like a wanton woman," he laughed.
"I'm not sure I know her, darling. I've never seen this side of her."
"Okay. I think your fears are unfounded." The most he expected from his mother-in-law was some ribald banter. She wasn't the kind of woman to make a serious play for her daughter's husband. "I'm sure I can handle anything she throws at me."
Kevin walked into the living room and Danielle's fabulous body made him revise his opinion. She was only an inch or so taller than Megan, but her tits were much, much larger. And her aura was simply loaded with sexual promise. The way her thighs looked under her clinging jersey dress made his blood boil and his mouth water. His cock stirred restlessly in his pants. He could imagine those wonderful stems wrapped around his waist as he plowed her garden of pleasure. He mentally shook himself and held out his hand.
Danielle wasn't having any of that silly formality from her son-in-law. She chuckled deep in her throat, a sound so sexy and inviting that Kevin actually shivered. "I didn't thank you for picking me up at the airport, darling," she said softly. She kissed him passionately, full on the mouth with lots of tongue, utterly un-like a mother-in-law kiss.
Kevin's eyes widened in surprise, a look that quickly turned to worry. He looked over Danielle's shoulder at his wife. Megan shrugged and smiled faintly, as if to say that she had warned him. He couldn't help himself. He had to return the kiss in kind. He put his arms around Danielle. The touch of her voluptuous body made his cock stir harder. Her arms snaked around his neck.
She broke the kiss and stepped back. "Now, that's the proper way to greet your favorite mother-in-law," she said with a sexy chuckle. She ran the tip of her tongue around her full, red lips in a gesture that was blatantly seductive and inviting.
"Yeah, well, I didn't know how you wanted me to greet you," he said, his voice strained to a high pitch by the tightness in his groin. He cleared the frog out of his throat. "What do you want me to call you, by the way? We never did decide."
"How about Danielle?" she said sweetly. "That's my name. Most of the time."
Kevin swallowed and got some saliva into his dry mouth. "What is it the rest of the time?"
"If you get really lucky, you'll find out!"
Megan felt an intense stab of jealously. She slid into her husband's arms and gave him a kiss that equaled her mother's in passion. She broke the kiss and whispered in his ear, "See what I told you?" She leaned back and said, "You have to take us to dinner. We got to talking and I didn't cook. You don't mind taking two women to dinner and maybe a little dancing, do you?"
"Of course not, dear. I'll be the envy of every man with two such lovely women." He almost included sexy, but caught himself at the last moment. "I'd better take a shower and change. Won't be long."
"That isn't what Megan says," Danielle quipped. She looked at his crotch and grinned. "What are you going to change into?" She raised one eyebrow in a gesture that was positively provocative.
Kevin shook his head and went upstairs. Megan followed him. They came back downstairs together and saw Danielle standing at the foot of the stairs. She wore a floor-length gown split to the waist on each side and high heel pumps. The gown was about as thick as plastic wrap and hid very little of her titillating bare skin. Megan stared openly at her mother's prominent nipples. Kevin stared openly at her entire body.
Danielle smiled cheerfully. "I was going to ask if you're going to dress up," she said. "I guess I got my answer." She ran her hands over her tits and down the front of her body. "Guess I can't wear this pretty gown, huh?" She looked at Kevin, winked, and gave him a big grin. "I sort of show through it. Be ready in a couple of minutes." She hurried away, the cheeks of her luscious ass wiggling seductively under the thin gown.
"Well, this should be an interesting visit," Megan said. "If nothing else, you're going to get a hell of a show."
Danielle continued her suggestive behavior during dinner. She wanted to sit in a banquette with Kevin between her and Megan. She sat very close to him and continually rubbed her leg against his. She put her hand on the inside of his thigh and brushed his cock, keeping him in a state of arousal. She told jokes that seemed perfectly innocent on the surface, but contained veiled, subtle references to all sorts of kinky sexual activity. They required just the sort of thoughtful interpretation that Kevin's mind was capable of, given the way he felt. She also leaned over against his arm several times, giving him a good feel of her braless tits.
Kevin caught his wife's eye several times during dinner. Megan merely shrugged her shoulders and went on eating. She couldn't do anything without creating a scene. To her immense surprise, she wondered if she wanted to do anything about it! Watching her mother flirt and tease was making her eyes blue and her pussy squishy. He had to shake his head again and again to clear his murky brain. An acute sexual hunger engulfed him and gnawed at his innards. He hoped no one noticed his raging hard-on as they left the restaurant.
He took them to a dimly lit nightclub and danced with Megan first. She put her arms around his neck and pushed her body tightly against his. He put both hands on her lush ass and pulled her crotch to his.
"My mother is quite a character," she whispered in his ear.
"Did you see what she was doing during dinner?"
"Yes." She snuggled closer to him. "You handled it quite well."
"She was the one doing the handling," he said, laughing softly. "I don't think I realized just what a beautiful, sexy woman she is."
"Funny, she said the same thing to me this afternoon. You should have called me from the airport. She caught me using the new vibrator you gave me. I was sitting in the living room in front of the mirror, naked as a jaybird when she walked in."
"Oh? What was her reaction?"
"She acted as if everything was perfectly normal." Megan giggled. "I was so embarrassed! She wanted to know if I was doing it for fun, or because you didn't take care of me. I assured her that we're totally happy, and that you give me everything a girl could want."
"What did you do then?"
"Put on my clothes and visited with her. She isn't the woman I remember. She seems more like my girlfriend, or my sister, than my mother."
"Well, you need a close girlfriend. Even if she is a bit on the wild side." He hoped the strain he was feeling from the tightness of his prick didn't show in his voice. "How long is she going to stay?"
"I don't know, darling. A week or so, I guess.
Are you already in a hurry to get rid of her?"
"No. I was just wondering. As you said, she'll be in the guest room downstairs where she can't hear us."
Megan giggled and tried to snuggle closer, even though she was almost in his pocket already. "I don't care if she does hear us. I can't tell her that you take such good care of me, and act like a simpering little virgin. She'll think I was lying to her. Besides, I think she would be upset if we changed out routine because of her. Judging by what she did during dinner, she might even liven things up."
"You're getting turned on, aren't you?" He tilted her head back and looked at her eyes. "I can't see your eyes in this dim light."
"Take my word for it, darling, they're very blue and I'm squishy!"
"Who would have thought it?" he said, amazed by the discovery.
"Let's go back to the table," Megan said. "I don't want to leave her alone too long. She might create a scene."
They finished the dance and went back to the table. Danielle stood and held out her hand to Kevin.
"My turn," she said. "Share and share a-like, darling. Your lovely wife can't monopolize you and have everything. I have to get my chance, too."
"Sure," Megan answered cheerfully. Suddenly, she realized that she was no longer jealous of her mother. "I don't want to hog all the fun. Just bring him back in one piece and undamaged."
"Oh, darling, I never damage precious goods," Danielle quipped. '
Danielle put her arms around Kevin's neck and snuggled into his arms. She began to undulate her voluptuous body against his as she steered him across the floor. He let her take him where she wanted to go, curious about what she up to now. She guided them to the dark side of the dance floor, away from the few other dancers.
"I'm naked under my dress," she whispered in his ear. She nibbled on his ear lobe and thrust her cunt mound at his crotch. "Touch me, and you'll see. You won't find a panty line."
"You could be wearing a girdle or body shaper."
"God, I wouldn't be caught dead in one of those things, darling! For better or worse, everything under my dress is all natural. No elastic, and definitely no silicone."
Megan warned him. Still, Danielle's daring conduct unnerved him. He had no idea how far she would carry her little game. What would he do if it got out of hand? What would Megan do? His mouth dried out. His hands practically shook as they slid down her back to the firm, shapely cheeks of her foxy ass.
"This jersey material clings to me so tightly that I can't wear anything under it," Danielle continued. "Except maybe a garter belt and hose. I don't have even that much under it tonight. I thought you might like a little thrill."
"You know what you're doing, don't you?"
They swayed to the music without moving their feet. Danielle chuckled sexily. She straddled his leg and pressed the top of her thigh against the lump of his cock. All of the blood drained out of his brain and into his cock. He didn't know if his dick was going to explode, or he was going to pass out. Or both.
"Oh, darling, I know exactly what I'm doing," she said. "If you don't believe me, you can prove it for yourself."
"How? This is a public place."
"You know how. Bunch up the back of my dress and feel my ass. I don't how public this place is, and neither do you." She rubbed her thigh against his cock with more pressure. "Go ahead, darling. Touch my bare ass."
"My God, Danielle!" He wanted to put his hands his hands on her lush ass and touch her bare skin in the worst way. "You'll get us thrown in jail for public indecency."
She turned them around so her back was toward the wall. "There, no one can see what you're doing now," she said confidently. "Besides, no one is even close to us. Go ahead, darling. See if I'm telling you the truth. You aren't chicken, are you? Don't you want to feel my bare fanny?"