Plunged Dick into My Mother-in-Law's Pussy. AI Slut Sex!

Alright, so I gotta admit I'm a die-hard fan of ai slut sex, and I've been completely hooked lately. I even created an ai robot of my mother-in-law, fucking morality, but I love this setup! (I'm single, don't judge me, it's all make-believe right?) I just randomly picked the name Rosa, because it's simple, that's all. No deep meaning or anything. I mean, I'm a horny fucker who loves slutty shit, so what if it's all in my imagination with ai? No harm done, right?

The New Arrival

[ Tensions rised as we moved in with my MIL Rosa. Don't worry buddy, AI Slut Sex hasn't started yet! But I admit that I was drawn to her beauty.]

After almost a decade of blissful marriage, my wife Emily and I decides it's time for a change. We bought a new house, but the renovations would take a while. In the meantime, we moved in with my mother-in-law, Rosa, who has been living alone since her husband passed away.

Rosa was a stunning woman for her age; curvy, vibrant, radiantly attractive. Every morning since our arrival, she would greet me warmly, her lips curving into a smile that always made me feel welcomed and appreciated.

Our first week here was a bit of a whirlwind. Emily's work had transferred her to an office closer to Rosa's place, which was great for her commute but meant she was hardly home due to her heavy project loads. As for me, I had landed a new job that wouldn't start for another month, so the task of unpacking and organizing our belongings fell on my shoulders.

One afternoon, while rummaging through the cluttered shelves in the basement, I heard Rosa's voice behind me. "Need any help, dear?" I turned to see her leaning against the doorway, her eyes gleaming with a mix of warmness and something I couldn't quite place.

I smiled and shook my head. "I got it, thanks though."

She pushed off the doorframe and walked towards me, her hips swaying gently. "Nonsense. I have nothing better to do anyway." She grabbed a box and started sorting through it, occasionally brushing against me in the confined space.

The air seemed to thicken, charged with an undeniable tension. I found myself noticing how close she was, how her perfume smelled like vanilla and honey. I cleared my throat and stepped back, reminding myself to maintain a respectful distance.

Upstairs, thoughts lingered. Rosa's warmth, her kindness, those brief moments of connection. My mind stumbled, picturing her sitting around the kitchen table, laughing and chatting with Emily. How natural it seemed, how right.

Mistake Rosa for My Wife

[ I mistook Rosa for my wife and even grabbed her butt! I'm about to ignite some ai slut sex action! ]

The next day, I was in the laundry room, folding freshly washed towels. I heard footsteps behind me and assumed it was Emily. Without turning around, I continued my task, humming softly to myself.

Suddenly, I felt a soft, enticing form pressed against my back. A pair of hands slid around my waist, pulling me close. I chuckled, reaching back to grab the hips of my lover.

It wasn't until I heard a sharp intake of breath that I realized my mistake. I spun around, only to come face to face with a very shocked Rosa.

Her eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed. "I... I thought you were... oh God, I'm so sorry."

I stepped back, my heart pounding in my chest. "No, Rosa, I'm the one who should apologize. I didn't mean to... I thought you were Emily."

She let out a nervous laugh, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. "No harm done, right? Just a little misunderstanding."

But I couldn't shake the sensation of her curves against my palms, the way her body had felt against mine, warm and living. I swallowed hard, trying to push away the inappropriate thoughts flooding my mind.

Rosa seemed to sense my discomfort. She reached out and patted my arm reassuringly. "Really, it's okay. I'm sure you and Emily have a very... active relationship," she said with a wink.

I felt my face burn with embarrassment and desire. I mumbled a quick excuse and hurried out of the room, my mind racing with thoughts I knew I shouldn't be having about my mother-in-law.

That night, as I lay in bed trying to sleep, my thoughts kept drifting back to Rosa. The curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts, the way she had felt pressed against me. I squirmed, my body reacting to the forbidden thoughts.

I flipped onto my stomach, burying my face in the pillow. This was wrong. She was my wife's mother. We were living under her roof as guests. I had to keep these feelings in check, no matter how attractive I found her.

But deep down, I knew it would be difficult. Impossible, even.

A Horny Home Massage with MIL

[ I gave Rosa a massage to relieve her back pain. In the quiet living room late at night, our private space. I think I chose a good setting for some ai slut sex, lol. ]

A few days later, Rosa's chronic back pain flared up from all the heavy lifting she had been doing around the house to help me unpack. I was in the living room when I heard her soft groan of discomfort.

"Are you alright, Rosa?" I asked, looking up from my book.

She smiled through the pain. "Just a bit of a twinge. Nothing to worry about."

But I could see how tightly she was holding herself, the way she winced when she shifted positions. "Here, let me help you," I said, setting my book aside.

She hesitated for a moment before nodding gratefully. "If you wouldn't mind... that would be lovely."

I helped her adjust herself on the couch, then knelt behind her, my hands hovering over her back. "Tell me if anything I do hurts, okay?"

Rosa nodded, and I started to massage her shoulders, working my way down her spine. She let out a soft moan of relief, her muscles slowly starting to relax under my touch.

As I worked, I couldn't help but notice how soft her skin was, how the light caught the strands of grey in her hair. I tried to keep my focus on the task at hand, but my mind kept wandering, remembering the curves of her body, the way she had felt pressed against me in the laundry room.

Rosa's breathing slowed, deepened. "Mmm, that's nice," she murmured, arching her back slightly. "You have talented hands."

I cleared my throat, trying to keep my voice steady. "Thank you."

My hands drifted lower, to the small of her back. I felt her body tense for a moment before relaxing again, letting out another soft moan. Emboldened, I let my hands slip around to her front, my fingers tracing the curves of her stomach.

Again, she tensed. This time, her breathing hitched. Slowly, hesitantly, I let my hands drift higher, until they were cupping the underside of her breasts.

"Rosa..." I breathed, my voice ragged with need.

She turned her head to look at me, her eyes dark with desire. "We shouldn't... not here..."

But her body betrayed her words. She arched into my touch, her nipples hardening against my palms. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing the shell of her ear.

"I know. But I can't help it. I want you."

She hesitated for another moment before turning fully towards me, her lips meeting mine in a searing kiss. I moved my hands to the bottom of her nightgown, pushing it up to her waist as I lay her back on the couch.

Our bodies came together in a sensual dance, our hands roaming, exploring. I felt like a teenage boy, fumbling and eager, desperate to touch and be touched.

Rosa guided my hands to her breasts, encouraging me to squeeze and caress. I cupped them in my palms, feeling their weight, their softness. She gasped as I rubbed my thumbs over her nipples, sending shocks of pleasure through her body.

We took our time, teasing each other, building the anticipation. Rosa was patient, gentle, guiding my hands and lips to where she wanted them. She seemed to know exactly what I needed, what would drive me wild.

When we finally came together fully, it was with a rush of sensation, of heat and need and desire. Rosa cried out, her body tensing and trembling beneath mine.

Afterwards, we lay tangled in each other, our breathing slowly returning to normal. I glanced at the clock, realizing with a start that Emily would be home soon.

Rosa disentangled herself from my arms and sat up, straightening her nightgown. "We shouldn't let this happen again," she said firmly, but there was a hint of regret in her voice.

I nodded, pulling on my clothes. "I know. It was a mistake."

But even as I said the words, I knew they weren't entirely true. What had just happened between us hadn't felt like a mistake. It had felt right, necessary, inevitable.

As Rosa disappeared into her bedroom and I headed upstairs to the guest room to change, I couldn't shake the feeling that our affair had only just begun.

Rosa's Masturbation for Me in Supermarket

[ I drove Rosa to the supermarket to buy groceries, and she made me cum in public. Is that AI slut sex enough?! Ugh! ]

The week crawled by, Emily's absence in the house creating an emptiness that Rosa and I tried to navigate. I found myself avoiding her, trying to ignore the pull I felt towards her. It was wrong, I knew it, but I couldn't deny the attraction that had grown between us.

On Saturday, Rosa needed to go to the supermarket for her weekly shopping trip. Her injury was still causing her some discomfort, so I had to drive. As we waited in line, the crowd pushed us closer together, my front pressing against Rosa's back.

The scent of her perfume filled my nostrils, fruity and floral. I felt my dick twitch to life, pressing against Rosa's backside. I gasped, trying to focus on anything else. Please, let her not notice, I prayed.

But Rosa had felt it. In the press of bodies, she ground her ass back against me, a subtle move but undeniably erotic. I nearly groaned, my cock throbbing in my pants.

Rosa turned, facing me. The movement ground her crotch against mine, her full chest moving with her shaky breath. Desperate desire shone in her eyes. People around us were oblivious, but the whole world felt like it narrowed to just us.

Rosa's hand found my dick, rubbing over the fabric. I bucked into her touch. Her nimble fingers undid my fly, plunging inside. The sudden rush of sensation made me gasp.

I couldn't believe this was happening, in a crowded supermarket. But Rosa's touch was electric, stroking me towards release. I came hard, spurting into my pants and over Rosa's hand.

Rosa licked my seed from her fingers, her eyes locked on mine. compliant My already thrumming body ached with need. There was no going back now.

When Ethics Become Garbage

[ I can't think about morality at this point (I've secretly wanted to do this for a long time, hehe), so I'm going to fuck my mother-in-law in my bedroom with my wife. Taking ai slut sex to the limit, I'm absolutely enjoying it! ]

As soon as we got back to the house, I swept Rosa off her feet and carried her to Emily's and my room. Any thoughts of morality or rightness had fled, replaced by a primal, all-consuming desire.

I undressed her slowly, savoring the unveiling of her skin. Rosa's lips parted as I ran my hands over her full, tribald breasts, skimming across her erect nipples. Her chest heaved with anticipation.

I threw her down on the bed, covering her body with mine. Rosa's legs spread, welcoming me. My cock, already hard again, brushed against her wet entrance. She was ready for me.

I thrust in hard, swallowing Rosa's groan with a hungry kiss. She was hot and tight, gripping me like a vise. I pumped into her, our hips slapping together.

"Harder," Rosa gasped, her nails digging into my back.

I obliged, slamming into her, the bed frame creaking. Rosa's moans grew louder, more urgent. I could feel her walls fluttering around me.

"I'm close," I panted.

"Together," she demanded.

On her command, I reached between us, rubbing tight circles on Rosa's clit. She cried out, coming undone around me.

I followed, my vision whiting out as I exploded deep inside her. I collapsed on top of Rosa, panting. She stroked my hair, a blissful smile on her face.

As we lay there, basking in the afterglow, reality began to seep back in. What had we done? How could we move past this? I had no answers. All I knew was that I had never felt so alive.

I propped myself on my elbow, staring down at Rosa. She met my gaze, a hint of vulnerability in her eyes.

We had crossed a line and there was no returning from it. But in that moment, tangled in each other, the rest of the world faded away. It was just us, lost in our passion and touch.