The Mother-in-law's First Time, page 1
The
Mother-in-law's
First Time
By
Hardin Outt
Copyright © 2025 by Hardin Outt All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This book is a work of fiction. All characters are products of the author's imagination and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely co-incidental.
Chapter One
Carl Robbins wasn’t a fan of carnivals. He was only at the rip off artists home field because his mother-in-law Josephine wanted to go. Since he and his wife Debbie were staying with her parents at their condo on what was supposed to be a vacation he had few options if he didn’t want an angry wife but to go along with every suggestion that was floated.
At the moment he was alone with his mother-in-law because his wife Debbie had disappeared with her father. Carl wasn’t happy that his wife and his father-in-law were thick as thieves and seemed to do everything together leaving him to keep an eye on his mother-in-law.
Truthfully he didn’t dislike his mother-in-law and she wasn’t hard on the eyes. His only real bitch about her was the she was a bit of a prude. Not only that but any comment that could be interpreted as off-color was met with a stern disapproving look.
At the moment he was scanning everywhere for his wife and father-in-law so he could stop being responsible for keeping an eye on his mother-in-law. True she was an adult and could usually take care of herself but she just didn’t have much situational awareness whereas Carl looked at everyone as a potential bad guy.
Lost in thought he was caught off guard when she asked him if he would ride the Ferris wheel with her. Carl looked at the old time Ferris wheel and wondered how it was still standing. It didn’t look safe to him and on his own he wouldn’t have gotten on it in a million years. With a forced smile he told her he would be happy to ride it with her.
Ignoring the sign that said no food or drinks allowed he carried both of their large drinks past the operator who didn’t bat an eye at his infraction of the rules. Once seated they were jostled every few seconds as the ride moved enough for another car to be loaded up. After what seemed like forever to Carl the wheel started moving for real giving them a top side view of most of the carnival.
Josephine his mother-in-law was happy oohing and aahing as they moved up over the top and then down before going back up again. Carl figured that he only had to endure another rotation or two and then he’d be back on solid ground.
Only it didn’t work that way. They were approaching the top of their second rotation when a grinding noise got his full attention. The ride slowed and just as they reached the peak came to a jolting stop. Unbidden an icy finger of fear crawled up his spine. Before he had time to process anything his mother-in-law gripped his arm in a death grip and whimpered. "Are we going to die?"
He wanted to pry her fingers off his arm but instead reached over and hugged her saying reassuringly. "We’re fine Josephine it’s just some mechanical glitch. See." He tapped his knuckles on the grab bar. "We’re stable we’re not rocking we’re good."
She looked up at him. "You probably think I’m a big baby."
"No." He shook his head. "It is a little scary up here not knowing what’s going on."
"You’re sure that we’re safe?" She asked as she looked around nervously.
"Yes." He answered with a long sigh.
"You’re sure?" She looked at him expectantly since his answer hadn’t reassured her. She then asked. "How long do you think we will be stuck here?"
"Shouldn’t be long." He answered hugging her against his chest.
After ten minutes she asked in a tremulous voice. "Do you think they’ll fix the problem soon?"
He gave that a couple of seconds thought before responding. "I don’t know how long it’s going to be." Giving her shoulder a squeeze he asked. "Is there a problem?"
She didn’t answer right away and then it was so softy he had to strain to hear her say. "Humm I ah I ah should have used the restroom before we went on this ride."
Carl gave her a sideways glance. "Well, let’s hope it’s not too long then." After sitting in silence for close to a minute he said. "The only advice I have is to think of something to take your mind away from your little problem."
After five minutes of them not talking she looked at him with a pained expression. "I don’t think that’s working."
Carl looked down at her tightly crossed legs and said what he thought was obvious. "Worst case you pee your pants and we somehow hide it when we get off."
She gave him a panicked look. "That would be so embarrassing I’d die."
He sympathized with her but from experience he knew the pain of trying not to piss yourself. "Well let’s hope that doesn’t happen. In the meantime why don’t you tell me something embarrassing about yourself to take your mind off it."
She gave him a disapproving look. "I’m not inclined to discuss embarrassing events."
"Suit yourself." He said with a shrug.
Things remained quiet until someone with a bullhorn bellowed from below that they should remain calm and that they should be down on the ground in around an hour. Almost immediately Josephine began to squirm on the seat crossing and uncrossing her legs as she squeezed her thighs together. "This isn’t good." Her voice was tight quivering in pain.
Carl looked her in the eye and stated the obvious. "There aren’t a lot of options Josephine and I only count three. One." He shook his head. "You can try to hold it." Her grimace told him that wasn’t going to happen. "Two." He paused to take a deep breath. "You can piss your pants." She frowned at that. "Or three." He wiggled his cup enough for her to notice. "You can pee in the cup."
She looked at him like he was crazy. "And how am I supposed to do that?" She asked with an angry glint in her eyes.
"Well I’m guessing." He did his best not to grin. "You drop your pants and pee into the cup."
"Here." She looked shocked. "Out here in the open?"
Carl looked around in all directions and then shrugged. "We’re at the top nobody can see up here."
She didn’t need to look around to know what he said was true but she did so anyway. She crossed her arms over her chest. "I’m not taking my pants down with you around."
"Look Josephine it’s not like you have a lot of choices." He stated the obvious.
Her eyes flashed angrily. "I’m not taking my pants down so you can see my privates."
Carl grinned. "Still a private by now I thought it would at least be a Major or even a General."
"What?" She squinted her eyes at him not understanding what he meant.
"You know." He chuckled and then said with a straight face. "Oh never mind it was a little joke."
"I don’t get it." She looked at him curiously clearly trying to fathom his humor.
He shrugged his shoulders deciding that it wasn't worth trying to explain what he meant. "Not important." He gave her a tight smile. "Josephine come on you’re never going to make it for another hour without pissing your pants."
She didn't need to deduce what he meant by that. "No I’m not going to show you my privates." She said defiantly even if he was right.
He gave her an innocent look. "What if I promise not to look."
She scowled. "You’re a man you’ll look."
She was right about that he’d look even if it was only a sneaky peek. "Josephine." He shook his head. "These are extraordinary circumstances besides I know what a woman looks like."
"No." She glared at him. "I’d rather pee my pants than for you to see my privates."
"OK. OK have it your way." He said with a sad shake of his head.
For another ten awkward minutes they set there in silence. Carl would have sat there forever without speaking but Josephine broke the silence with a painful groan. With tears in her eyes she said in a strangled voice. "I’m going to bust if I don’t urinate." With that she unsnapped her pants and pushed them down leaving her panties in place. "If you hold the cup." Her eyes drilled into him. "I can manage."
Carl had no idea what she was talking about but he was willing to do whatever he could to help her. He removed the lid from the cup and placed it between her legs close to her crotch. "Okay." He said watching her face closely. "Let me know if I can do anything else."
"Don’t look." She answered while reaching down and pulling the crotch of her panties away from her privates. Unable to hold it a second longer she let loose with a hot stream and within seconds she could hear her piss splashing noisily in the cup Carl was holding between her thighs. Finally peeing was such a relief that her brain turned off to everything except the easing of pressure in her bladder that the grip on the crotch of her panties began to slip. Panicked she squeaked. "Help I’m losing it."
Carl reflexively slid his free hand across her pubic mound through the leg opening of her panties to keep them dry. His quick action saved her panties from getting wet but the tip of his little finger ended up in her
His hand being so near her intimate parts startled her causing her hips to jerk back but his hand was trapped in her panties and followed the direction of her hips. She managed to stop peeing but when the back of her hips suddenly hit the back of the chair his hand slipped down hitting the chair seat as his fingers pushed up against her pussy with just a little help from Carl.
As he moved his hand back up and his fingers away from her pussy managing to keep her panties dry the words ’I just touched my mother-in-law’s pussy’ rang in his head. "Good you’re finished." He said trying to distract her from what he had done.
She looked a little frazzled as she said with a sigh out loud what she had been thinking. "I’ve got nothing to wipe myself with."
"Here take this." Carl handed her the cup of urine. Since he thrust it into her hands she had little choice but to take it freeing Carl up allowing him to drop to his knees between her legs. Then before she knew what was happening he licked her slit from bottom to top.
"Carl!" She screeched unable to push him away because she was tightly holding the cup of her piss with both hands a situation she quickly rectified by taking one hand off the cup. "What are you doing." She asked tapping the top of his head with the hand that wasn't holding her pee.
He looked up with a grin. "Improvising you said you didn’t have anything to wipe yourself with." With that he removed his hand from the crotch of her panties letting it snap back into place making her jerk. "Careful." He laughed nodding at the cup of pee as he tapped her pussy lightly with his fingertips.
Extremely flustered she glared at him. "I… Here take this." She forced the cup of piss back him. When he took it she reached down and pulled her shorts up her legs and then lifted her butt so she could get them the rest of the way up. She wanted to say something she just didn’t know what. Before she could work that out in her mind the amplified voice from below told them that they had found a way to get them down.
"Good." Carl said easing onto the seat next to her. "They must have found the problem it’s been less than an hour."
"Good I’m glad." She said stiffly.
It was still twenty minutes before they were on the ground. Once off the ride Carl quickly found a garbage can disposing of Josephine’s piss before finding a bathroom for himself. As he relieved his bladder he couldn’t help but wonder how what he had done would affect his relationship with his mother-in-law. More to the point he worried that she would relate what had happened to her husband and his wife.
Coming out of the bathroom and finding all three of them together it was evident to him that his mother-in-law hadn’t told the others what had happened. She was however very cool to him so much so that he was surprised that the others didn’t notice. As they drove back to the condo he guessed they hadn’t noticed the frostiness between him and his mother-in-law because they were too engrossed in their conversation about their golf game the next morning.
Left alone with his own thoughts Carl was glad that his mother-in-law had chosen to leave the others oblivious to what had happened on the Farris wheel. He couldn't help but wonder how long she would remain silent about it and if she did how things would change between them. Since all of that was out of his control he had to take the wait and see approach. After his wife Debbie headed up to bed claiming that she had to get up early to play golf the next morning he poured himself a heathy glass of scotch and retreated out onto the patio to enjoy it.
Looking up at the stars he couldn't help but grin broadly it had been a truly good night. Not only had he seen his mother-in-law's pussy but he had given it a quick lick as well. Now he was going to have to live with that. Somehow he didn't think that would be a problem.
Chapter Two
Debbie and his father-in-law Tom had an early tee time so they were long gone before Josephine came downstairs looking for a cup of coffee. To Carl she looked a little rumpled like she hadn't had a good night's sleep. Other than that she looked fine, her hair was in place and she was wearing the knee length robe that she normally wore hiding her curves and assets. She nodded at Carl sitting at the table and then sighed heavily finding the coffee pot empty. "Sit down." Carl said getting to his feet. "I’ll make another pot."
"I can manage." Josephine replied woodenly.
"No." Carl grabbed the empty pot before she could. "I took the last cup so I should have already made more."
"Fine." She replied dourly as she sat down.
Ignoring her for the moment Carl setup the coffee pot before turning around to face her. It didn't look like she had slept well to him which no doubt was because of what he'd done. Somehow he reasoned he would have to make it up to her but at the moment he didn't have a clue how he could possibly do that. "Look." He said crossing his arms over his chest getting ready to apologize again.
"Save it." She held up her hand to stop him from talking. She fidgeted pushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she looked at him sullenly. Clearly annoyed she said. "We need to talk about what happened last night." She paused glancing around the room like she was checking to see if anyone else was present. Seemingly satisfied she then took a deep breath letting it out slowly as she stared at him. "What happened was highly Inappropriate."
"Look yeah." He interrupted. "I apologize for that." He smiled sheepishly.
"I don't want your apology." She hissed irritated by what seemed like a feeble attempt to smooth things over. "You caused me to cheat on my husband and I can never forgive you for that."
Cheat on her husband Carl's mind reeled. He could only wonder if she was serious or not. Surely he thought she couldn't possibly mean that after all she had done nothing wrong. Him yeah, he had stupidly licked her pussy but hell eatin' ain't cheatin' his mind screamed at him. "No." He shook his head vehemently. "You didn't cheat on your husband."
She looked at him like he was crazy. "Of course I did I had sex with another man didn't I."
"What?" Carl looked at her visible stunned. She might have been old school but thinking his licking her pussy was having sex was crazy. "We did not have sex." He adamantly stated as he walked over to stand in front of her.
Feeling intimidated by his closeness her voice cracked. "Cunnilingus is sex isn't it?"
"Yes." He said with an angry tone. "Eating pussy is having sex. But what happened last night wasn't that. I did not eat your pussy Josephine!" He all but shouted.
"There's no need to be vulgar." She replied looking daggers at him.
"Vulgar." He laughed. "Pussy is not a vulgar word nor is twat or cunt or snatch or any other word that describes that spot between your legs."
Her face turned red and she gasped. "A proper lady does not use those terms and I would appreciate it if you refrained from using them."
Since he had made a small pot he was saved by the coffee pot beeping at him. Carl returned to the counter and grabbed a coffee cup for his mother-in-law. He had to steady himself to keep from sloshing the coffee all over the place because he was more than a little pissed off at her goody-two-shoes persona. He carefully placed the coffee cup in front of her and then took a seat opposite her. "Fine." He gave her an infuriated look. "I did not eat your vagina."
A vein popped out on her forehead and she had to sit there for several long moments before she got herself under control enough to speak. "I beg to differ." She pointed a slim finger at him. "Having a tongue or mouth on the vagina is oral sex is it not?"
"Josephine." He shook his head sadly. "I wiped the piss off your pussy with my tongue I did not have oral sex with you. Believe me." He grinned cockedly at her. "You would know the difference if I'd eaten your pussy."
"Ahhhh!" She screeched giving him a dirty look. "I wouldn’t know."
Believe me you would know. I have a very talented tongue if I’d made a meal out of your pussy you would most definitely know." He arrogantly boasted.
"I would have to take your word on that." Her voice quavered with uncertainty.
