Cumming Inside My Mother-in-Law By Accident.
The latch clicked softly as I slipped inside, the house blessedly dark and quiet. Christ, after the amount of sake I’d downed with the guys, I was surprised I could even find the damn keyhole. My head was swimming, but one thing was clear: I needed to unload. My wife, Yumi, usually waited up for me, bless her heart. I stumbled towards the bedroom, guided by the faint sliver of light escaping from under the door.
I pushed it open and there she was, or so I thought. Silhouetted against the bedside lamp, a figure lay under the covers, the soft curve of a hip and shoulder just visible. “Yumi?” I mumbled, already undoing my belt. No answer, but I figured she was half asleep. Perfect.
I shed my pants, my shirt, everything, and slid under the warm duvet, pressing myself against the soft body in front of me. The scent was familiar, comforting, a mix of lavender and something subtly sweet, just like Yumi. My hands instinctively found purchase, cupping the familiar roundness of her ass through the thin nightgown. She shifted slightly, a soft sigh escaping her lips. God, I was hard.
Without another word, I pulled up her nightgown, bunching it around her waist. Her skin was smooth, warm under my touch. I didn’t waste another second. Spreading her legs slightly, I positioned myself and slid inside.
It was… tight. Tighter than usual. But maybe it was just the sake, messing with my perception. She gasped softly, and I started to move, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. The feeling was incredible, raw, electric. I lost myself in the rhythm, in the heat, in the intoxicating scent that filled my nostrils. I could hear her breathing quicken, feel her body tense beneath me. It was primal, urgent, and utterly consuming.
I was close, so close. I gripped her hips, thrusting harder, faster, the pleasure building to a crescendo. And then, it happened. A shudder ripped through me, and I came, deep inside her, groaning against her neck.
For a moment, we lay tangled together, panting, the silence punctuated only by our ragged breaths. Then, she shifted, and a soft voice, definitely not Yumi’s, whispered, “Is that… you, Kenji?”
My blood ran cold. Kenji. My name. But that voice… It was softer, huskier, familiar yet… wrong. I scrambled back, fumbling for the bedside lamp, my heart hammering in my chest.
The light flooded the room, and I froze. Staring back at me, eyes wide and slightly dazed, was my mother-in-law, Akemi. Akemi. Not Yumi. My beautiful, composed, usually impeccably dressed mother-in-law, now naked from the waist down, her nightgown hiked up around her middle, my cum dripping slowly from between her legs.
The shock paralyzed me. My mind raced to rewind, to find the point where everything went horribly, irrevocably wrong. The darkness, the scent, the assumption… I’d mistaken my own mother-in-law for my wife. And fucked her. And come inside her.
“Oh… my god,” I choked out, scrambling out of bed and grabbing for my discarded clothes. I couldn’t meet her eyes, couldn’t even begin to process the enormity of what had just happened. “Akemi-san… I… I am so incredibly sorry. I… I thought…”
I trailed off, the words failing me. What could I possibly say? “I thought you were my wife, so I fucked you accidentally and came inside you” wasn’t exactly a smooth apology.
Akemi just watched me, her expression unreadable for a moment. Then, a slow smile spread across her face, a smile that sent a fresh jolt of panic through me, but also… something else. Something unsettlingly alluring.
“Well, Kenji,” she said, her voice surprisingly calm, almost… amused. “That was… unexpected.” She reached down and touched herself, her fingers tracing the wetness between her legs. “But… not entirely unpleasant.”
My jaw dropped. Was she… was she serious? I stared at her, dumbfounded, as she continued, her smile widening.
“You know, Kenji,” she purred, her eyes locking onto mine, “Yumi’s been away visiting her sister for a week. It’s been… rather lonely here.” She shifted in the bed, the movement drawing my gaze back to her exposed lower half. “And it’s been a very long time since… well, you know.”
She licked her lips, her eyes gleaming with an unnerving mixture of amusement and something far more carnal. “And you… you’re quite good, Kenji.”
She reached out a hand towards me, her fingers beckoning. “Come back to bed, Kenji,” she whispered, her voice husky and low. “Let’s… not let it go to waste.” Her gaze dropped to my still-hardening member, and her smile turned positively predatory. “Besides,” she added, her voice laced with a teasing edge, “I think I deserve a repeat performance, don’t you?”
And then, incredibly, unbelievably, my body responded. Despite the horror, the shame, the utter wrongness of the situation, my cock twitched, growing harder at the sight of her, at the sound of her words. And I knew, with a sickening certainty, that this night, this insane, violated, taboo-breaking night, was far from over. My mother-in-law wasn’t just forgiving me. She was inviting me back for more. And a terrifying, exhilarating part of me, was aching to accept.
