Then I imagined pounding my cock into a tight pink cunt. Her gasp made me look up into her face and I realized that I moved closer to her without even...realizing it. “Mal?” her voice was like a slap to my face. What the fuck was I doing? This is my son’s wife. I turned and walked away. Shutting myself in my room. But even closing my eyes all I could imagine was Hailee wrapped in that white towel. I imagined licking every single water droplet off her skin and then drinking from that sweet pink. I drove the 25 miles up the mostly paved section of the road from the main highway, took the two lane dirt side road that traveled another 5 miles or so towards the river. That road opened up to a clearing 500 feet above the river, and a nice place to make a camp. But I was lazy, there was a steep trail that went on down to another clearing down below, just feet from the river. That clearing was smaller but it was closer to the river and also a good place to make camp for a week or so. I. Pulling it out slowly trying to catch all of my spit she says "that'll do" and leaves it partially in my mouth, then walks over to her underwear drawer and grabs a pair of her black thongs and walks back over to me "this will make things a bit better" and slowly pushes them inside of her until the last little bit dissapears inside of her.Then without a word she pulls them out and there soaked, changing it to a darker damper black and swaps it for the banana, and its delicious, her sweet nectar. Who she was isn't really important, she was just a woman from work, and it was just a one off thing that we both quickly forgot about, and I quickly devoted myself to my loving, unaware wife once more.Then a few months later I got a text message from my mother in law, Dawn, Dawn was of course Tina's mother, she was in her early fifties, and looked like a perfect older version of her daughter, about six foot tall, long blonde hair, a perfect tan, and a fit slim body to match, with a cleavage you.