Hot Encounter with Mother-in-Law -- Part 1
My mother in law was having a bad day, for about the 10th time that month. “Would you stop by and see what’s the matter?” my wife asked me.
When I pulled into the driveway I suspected something was wrong, as Mom Louise had parked in the driveway instead of her normal spot in the garage. Finding the door unlocked, I let myself in.
Louise was in the kitchen, seated at the table, dressed in a robe, white athletic socks, and flip-flops, and was sipping tea. She barely whispered hello, but smiled when I pecked her on the cheek.
My mother in law had been suffering on and off from emotional issues, and this was definitely one of her “off” days. It was 2 pm but she’d obviously not showered or even bothered to get dressed. Yet even in that state her sexiness was obvious.
To sum it up: Louise was hot for a 70-year-old. In fact, she was hot for a 40 year old. Approximately 5’ 1” and 100 lbs, she kept in shape by power walking, swimming, and doing yoga. Although she was wrapped in one of those fuzzy robes you get in hotels, I could still glimpse at those shapely, athletic, milky-white legs from mid-calf down.
I tried to broach the subject of her problems – recently losing her job as a bank manager and having a minor fender-bender, but all she could say was “what’s the use?”
I’d fantasized many times about fucking Louise, and here, seeing her like this turned me on in a strange way. At the same time the idea was frightening. My wife would kill me if she discovered that I had sex with her mother. Not to mention any objections on Louise’s part.
As she shifted in her chair the robe came apart a bit, exposing her legs from about mid-thigh. She covered up when she noticed me ogling her. In the past, when I was this turned on by her I would excuse myself and quickly jerk off in the bathroom. This time I didn’t want to waste a good cum unless I got something more.
Then an idea occurred to me.
“Louise, have you taken your tranquilizer today?”
“No, what’s the use?” she responded in her slight Midwest drawl.
After some persuading she agreed to take a valium. Louise asked me for a 5-mg pill but I brought her a 10 on purpose. She didn’t notice or care.
Within a few minutes her mood had changed noticeably. She was more or less like her normal self, but much more mellow. “What would I do without you, Mike?” She drew me near and we shared a deep hug which, to my infinite enjoyment, lasted a good deal longer than normal. By now I was rock hard.
Then, inspiration struck again. “Louise, I’d like to do something for you, to relax you.”
“But I feel pretty good right now,” she said through her tranquilized haze.
“I mean really good,” I assured her.
“Well if you like. What do you have in mind?”
“Just a light massage. Purely the****utic.”
Kneeling in front of her I removed her socks and began massaging her feet. Louise leaned back in her chair and looked at me suspiciously, but in a strangely surrendering way.
“Isn’t this a little perverted?” she asked.
“Louise, think of this as therapy.”
“Hmmmmm” she cooed. “I guess it’s innocent enough.”
I worked my way up and down from her feet to her knees, kneading her muscular legs. Every few minutes she’d let out a soft moan, but she was still in “modesty mode” and kept trying to cover her upper legs.
But as I worked my way past her knees – just slightly at first – her legs inched slowly apart. I now had a great view of her panties, which were at my eye level.
She made the pretense of covering up one last time, but as I worked my hands onto her thighs she’d pretty much given up on modesty.
“I suppose this is a nice massage,” she smiled. “The****utic.”
By the time I reached mid-thigh the robe had fallen open and she made no pretense at covering up. I now had a bird’s eye view of the body I’d secretly admired at her swimming pool the summer before: the panties, tight belly and brassiere holding her small, slightly saggy breasts. A good number of 20 year olds would kill for a body like this.
One more half-hearted protest, to which I responded “Does it feel good?”
“Well yes, of course, but…”
At this point I could see her crotch was soaked. As my hands worked her inner thighs her legs spread wide open, almost involuntarily, exposing tufts of hair on the sides of her panties. By now the valium had taken its full effect. Louise’s eyes were half closed. Almost involuntarily she cupped her covered breasts but stopped whenever she saw me watching – the remnants of her modesty, I suppose. Her long moan at the first sensation of my tongue on her inner thigh was not a protest, but a surrender.
What I saw, smelled, and could now almost taste was a very sexy woman begging to be taken. Slowly I inched my way up, almost brushing her visible pubic hair, all the while kissing, licking, and nibbling her inner thighs.
The final frontier – massaging her pussy through her underwear – brought no further protest. Her musky aroma and sopping wet underwear told me all I needed to know. By now she was grinding against my fingers, but still occasionally pretending to be shocked by the amazing things that were happening to us both.
My hands were now covered with her pungent juices, which drove me wild. When we made eye contact I licked a couple of my fingers to show my appreciation, and she smiled.
After a few minutes she eagerly jiggled her hips to help me remove her panties. Spreading her legs wide open, I breathed heavily on her hairy pussy and velvety-wet, protruding lips. My breath bounced back to me, heavy with the aroma of a sexy mature woman. As my tongue and teeth zeroed in on her protruding clit she wrapped her legs around my neck. Louise writhed in her chair and clumsily removed her bra as my tongue worked its magic on her gaping, dripping cunt.
“Oh god, nobody’s ever done this to me before. Don’t stop, Mike.”
With my mouth clamped on her pussy I reached both hands up and pinched her chestnut-sized nipples, stretching and massaging her floppy tits every which way. Louise’s back and ass were practically vertical by now as she strained towards my probing lips and tongue. Moving her right leg to the nearby kitchen table, and the left one to the arm of her chair, I now enjoyed full access to her. As my tongue wandered down to her asshole I could sense the first spasms of what would be a wild orgasm. My tongue penetrated her sphincter as I brought one hand down to massage her clit. Louse immediately came, her body bucking, her love hole grinding hungrily against my face.
Her orgasm, in two convulsions, lasted a good 10 seconds.
Panting, she gently guided my head away from her pussy. The seat of her faux-leather chair was drenched with her cum juices, the smell of which filled the room. Breathing a bit easier but still covered in perspiration she once more looked into my eyes.
“Whew!” was all she said.
End of part 1
When I pulled into the driveway I suspected something was wrong, as Mom Louise had parked in the driveway instead of her normal spot in the garage. Finding the door unlocked, I let myself in.
Louise was in the kitchen, seated at the table, dressed in a robe, white athletic socks, and flip-flops, and was sipping tea. She barely whispered hello, but smiled when I pecked her on the cheek.
My mother in law had been suffering on and off from emotional issues, and this was definitely one of her “off” days. It was 2 pm but she’d obviously not showered or even bothered to get dressed. Yet even in that state her sexiness was obvious.
To sum it up: Louise was hot for a 70-year-old. In fact, she was hot for a 40 year old. Approximately 5’ 1” and 100 lbs, she kept in shape by power walking, swimming, and doing yoga. Although she was wrapped in one of those fuzzy robes you get in hotels, I could still glimpse at those shapely, athletic, milky-white legs from mid-calf down.
I tried to broach the subject of her problems – recently losing her job as a bank manager and having a minor fender-bender, but all she could say was “what’s the use?”
I’d fantasized many times about fucking Louise, and here, seeing her like this turned me on in a strange way. At the same time the idea was frightening. My wife would kill me if she discovered that I had sex with her mother. Not to mention any objections on Louise’s part.
As she shifted in her chair the robe came apart a bit, exposing her legs from about mid-thigh. She covered up when she noticed me ogling her. In the past, when I was this turned on by her I would excuse myself and quickly jerk off in the bathroom. This time I didn’t want to waste a good cum unless I got something more.
Then an idea occurred to me.
“Louise, have you taken your tranquilizer today?”
“No, what’s the use?” she responded in her slight Midwest drawl.
After some persuading she agreed to take a valium. Louise asked me for a 5-mg pill but I brought her a 10 on purpose. She didn’t notice or care.
Within a few minutes her mood had changed noticeably. She was more or less like her normal self, but much more mellow. “What would I do without you, Mike?” She drew me near and we shared a deep hug which, to my infinite enjoyment, lasted a good deal longer than normal. By now I was rock hard.
Then, inspiration struck again. “Louise, I’d like to do something for you, to relax you.”
“But I feel pretty good right now,” she said through her tranquilized haze.
“I mean really good,” I assured her.
“Well if you like. What do you have in mind?”
“Just a light massage. Purely the****utic.”
Kneeling in front of her I removed her socks and began massaging her feet. Louise leaned back in her chair and looked at me suspiciously, but in a strangely surrendering way.
“Isn’t this a little perverted?” she asked.
“Louise, think of this as therapy.”
“Hmmmmm” she cooed. “I guess it’s innocent enough.”
I worked my way up and down from her feet to her knees, kneading her muscular legs. Every few minutes she’d let out a soft moan, but she was still in “modesty mode” and kept trying to cover her upper legs.
But as I worked my way past her knees – just slightly at first – her legs inched slowly apart. I now had a great view of her panties, which were at my eye level.
She made the pretense of covering up one last time, but as I worked my hands onto her thighs she’d pretty much given up on modesty.
“I suppose this is a nice massage,” she smiled. “The****utic.”
By the time I reached mid-thigh the robe had fallen open and she made no pretense at covering up. I now had a bird’s eye view of the body I’d secretly admired at her swimming pool the summer before: the panties, tight belly and brassiere holding her small, slightly saggy breasts. A good number of 20 year olds would kill for a body like this.
One more half-hearted protest, to which I responded “Does it feel good?”
“Well yes, of course, but…”
At this point I could see her crotch was soaked. As my hands worked her inner thighs her legs spread wide open, almost involuntarily, exposing tufts of hair on the sides of her panties. By now the valium had taken its full effect. Louise’s eyes were half closed. Almost involuntarily she cupped her covered breasts but stopped whenever she saw me watching – the remnants of her modesty, I suppose. Her long moan at the first sensation of my tongue on her inner thigh was not a protest, but a surrender.
What I saw, smelled, and could now almost taste was a very sexy woman begging to be taken. Slowly I inched my way up, almost brushing her visible pubic hair, all the while kissing, licking, and nibbling her inner thighs.
The final frontier – massaging her pussy through her underwear – brought no further protest. Her musky aroma and sopping wet underwear told me all I needed to know. By now she was grinding against my fingers, but still occasionally pretending to be shocked by the amazing things that were happening to us both.
My hands were now covered with her pungent juices, which drove me wild. When we made eye contact I licked a couple of my fingers to show my appreciation, and she smiled.
After a few minutes she eagerly jiggled her hips to help me remove her panties. Spreading her legs wide open, I breathed heavily on her hairy pussy and velvety-wet, protruding lips. My breath bounced back to me, heavy with the aroma of a sexy mature woman. As my tongue and teeth zeroed in on her protruding clit she wrapped her legs around my neck. Louise writhed in her chair and clumsily removed her bra as my tongue worked its magic on her gaping, dripping cunt.
“Oh god, nobody’s ever done this to me before. Don’t stop, Mike.”
With my mouth clamped on her pussy I reached both hands up and pinched her chestnut-sized nipples, stretching and massaging her floppy tits every which way. Louise’s back and ass were practically vertical by now as she strained towards my probing lips and tongue. Moving her right leg to the nearby kitchen table, and the left one to the arm of her chair, I now enjoyed full access to her. As my tongue wandered down to her asshole I could sense the first spasms of what would be a wild orgasm. My tongue penetrated her sphincter as I brought one hand down to massage her clit. Louse immediately came, her body bucking, her love hole grinding hungrily against my face.
Her orgasm, in two convulsions, lasted a good 10 seconds.
Panting, she gently guided my head away from her pussy. The seat of her faux-leather chair was drenched with her cum juices, the smell of which filled the room. Breathing a bit easier but still covered in perspiration she once more looked into my eyes.
“Whew!” was all she said.
End of part 1
12 years ago
I'd love to take care of my mother in law like you did!
I'd love to take care of my mother in law like you did!