A Visit with My Mother-in-Law by st0rmbringer

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A Visit with My Mother-in-Law

Part 1

The Massage

by st0rmbringer

I drove straight from Portland, Oregon, to Mobile, Alabama, taking my wife’s car to her mother’s two bedroom apartment not far from the coast. The plan was for me to stay with her for a few days then fly back to Portland. She’d keep my wife’s car there until we moved back to Mobile so we only had to drive one car cross country. She was offered a great job in her hometown and I could work remotely so it was a win, win situation.

The drive was long and miserable. As I got closer to my mother-in-law’s place I gave her a call to let her know I was almost there. She greeted me at the door. Her husband was out of town on business so we’d be alone for the three days I planned to stay there before flying back to Portland.

Now, personally I’d call my mother-in-law a looker, but not many would agree with me, there’s just something about her I find extremely sexy. Maybe it’s the fact that she’s my mother-in-law, or that she’s more than 30 years older than me, or maybe I just never knew I was into older broads. Who knows? All I know is that if given half a chance, I’d… Well, let’s just leave it at that.

She’s in her early-sixties, stout with big boobs and a large well-shaped ass, about five foot two, and likes to drink heavily. Her tits are large and saggy, maybe 36Ds or bigger, and she hardly ever wears a bra. Her nipples, which always seem to be hard, are the size of the tip of my pinky and I constantly wonder how they’d feel if I grazed my palms over them. Would they get longer and harder? Would she like it? Fuck, I’d love to find out!

After I brought my stuff inside her place and settled in, we got comfortable on her dark leather couch and settled down to talk. We talked and argued about everything, family, work, Alabama, Oregon, but mainly about her daughter and my relationship with her. I went to bed kind of early, it had been a long drive. I slept in her guest room, which she got ready for me so I’d be comfortable for the few days I was there.

The next day dawned and my mother-in-law went to work. I didn’t have a thing to do so I spent the day relaxing, just watching TV and catching up on my sleep. Driving long distances is exhausting and it always takes me a bit to decompress and recover.

My mother-in-law got home around five in the afternoon and again we sat and talked. She sat cross-legged on the loveseat facing me.

As we talked she kept twisting her head and torso, she didn’t seem comfortable. She also kept messing with her bra strap.

“What’s the matter?” I asked.

“My bra’s bothering me and I’ve been running around all day at work. My back feels like got pounded with a baseball bat,” she groaned, twisting her upper body and head from side to side.

By this time we were on our third drink. She’d been drinking her usual, gin and tonic, and I’d been drinking beer. The drinks were definitely having an effect on her and I had the beginnings of a pleasant little buzz.

My heart raced at my temerity when I dared make a suggestion.

“Why don’t you just take off your bra, or unsnap it or something,” I said indifferently, as if I didn’t care one way or the other, as if my heart wasn’t hammering in my chest at the prospect of having my mother-in-law braless before my lusting eyes.

She looked at me kind of strange, squinted her blue eyes at me searchingly, shrugged, and then she reached behind her with both hands under her shirt, unsnapped her bra shrugged a shoulder strap and from one arm then the other and reached under her shirt and pulled it away. When she tossed it towards her bedroom, the bra cups looked enormous to my lust-glazed eyes.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her and watched in fascination as her large saggy breasts dropped, bounced and swayed before my mesmerized eyes.

Ever since I met her, she’s always been a bit of a tease. She just loved getting attention from men, even when her husband was around.

I knew she liked the attention I gave her after she unsnapped and shrugged out of her bra. She had a self-satisfied smirk on her face, watching my face attentively as my eyes followed her bouncing swaying tits. I saw her nipples get hard. They were plainly visible through her thin shirt.

We kept talking and drinking. I kept casting what I thought were surreptitious glances at her tits and at the beautiful enticing nipples denting the material of her thin shirt. They demanded attention, screamed for it.

As time wore on, she paused to groan and twist her back and neck.

“Want me to massage your back?” I finally asked with butterflies bashing around in my stomach.

Again she looked at me strange, her eyes searching my face.

“No, I’ll be fine.”

I could tell she wanted a massage, but I think she just felt awkward saying yes and having her son-in-law put his hands on her body, especially when he was looking at her the way he was.

I stood up, swaying and unsteady on my feet.

“Sit down on the floor and I’ll take care of you,” I said, trying to sound confident and domineering.

She sighed and sank gracefully on the floor with her legs crossed and her back ramrod straight.

Now, I know what was on my mind was wrong. All those horny thoughts about my mother-in-law and what I’d love to do with her, or to her, were totally taboo, but at this point I really didn’t care. I wanted her so freaking bad! It was all I could do to keep my hard-on under control. I had to keep thinking about boring things to try to keep him down.

After she sat on the floor, I sat on the couch behind her and told her to scooch back. I put my hands on her stout shoulders, massaging the knots from her tense neck and upper back muscles. As time went on, I got a little more daring, slipping my hands under her shirt and caressing and kneading her middle and upper back.

At one point, my thumbs “accidentally” brushed the sides and bottom of her soft saggy breasts. I could hear her breathing speed up and feel her pulse quicken under my firm but gentle touch. At times I just softly caressed her skin and other times I would stiffen my hands and really dig into her flesh with my fingers.

Her tension seemed to ease, but she asked me to work on her lower back. She leaned forward and put her elbows on the ground in front of her. I pictured her looking about the same if I were fucking her doggie style.

I tried to keep these thoughts out of my head while I massaged her lower back, but they always crept back. The fact that she started moaning (it sounded sexual) as I continued didn’t help. I started a rhythm to the massage. It was a purely sexual rhythm and the more I did it, the more she seemed to get into it. She moaned louder as I kneaded her lower back.

Her skin was silky smooth, but not as elastic as a younger woman’s, and we were so close I could smell the scent of flowers on her skin, along with the reek of alcohol. It was probably one of the most erotic moments of my life. I just wish it would’ve lasted longer.

After about ten torturous minutes of touching her, she stood up and pulled her shirt down. It had “mysteriously” ridden up quite high, and pulled her bra down over her boobs again, it was still on, just unclipped. Afterwards she sat back down on the couch diagonal from me.

Disappointed I leaned back into the loveseat and watched TV, glancing every now and then at my mother-in-law who was still breathing kind of hard. I could see her fully aroused nipples through her thin shirt.

My cock went from fully hard to semi hard several times over the next few minutes as I tried to get a hold of myself.

Right when I thought I finally got control, she stood up, walked in front of me, looked me straight in the eyes to make sure I was looking at her and then she deliberately looked down at my crotch, staring bright-eyed as my cock swelled to full hardness, making my jeans bulge obscenely.

She looked up and captured my eyes with hers. They were dark blue and fully dilated in her arousal even though the room was well lit.

“Do you want another drink from the kitchen?” she asked.

Her raspy voice was lower than usual and there was a quality I’d never heard before. It echoed in my head over and over.

My cock was hard as a rock and I could feel it throb to the beat of my racing heart.

I could tell she was turned on. Her face was flushed and she appeared to lean her upper body towards me. Her big saggy breasts and her beautiful nipples strained against the fabric of her shirt, pointing at me like accusatory fingers.

Goddamn she’s sexy! I thought, quickly getting up and following her to the kitchen.

When she went to the sink to rinse out her glass, I rushed forward to press myself against her back and slid my hands under her shirt. I ran my fingers lightly over the damp skin and slipped them gently around her and onto her soft pooch of a belly. Her skin seemed to quiver under my fingers as I slowly caressed her cushiony stomach with slow teasing circles, around her belly button and outwards.

She stopped what washing out her glass and leaned back against me.

“Stop, we shouldn’t be doing this,” she whimpered shakily and without much conviction.

My hands continued their gentle caress and my lips went to her neck. With gentle nibbles and bites, my lips traveled slowly to her ear… kissing… caressing… bathing her sensitive skin with my warm wet breath.

Her hands came up, rested on my arms and rubbed them up and down. She made no attempt to push me away or stop me in any way. My hard-on pressed demandingly, urgently against the middle of her back.

I could feel the fine short hairs on her neck and cheeks rise as goosebumps sprouted all over her body.

Her breasts trembled and almost seemed to swell slightly as I finally made naked contact with their tender, heavy undersides and gently ran my hands up over the turgid rock-hard nipples. What a wonderful feeling that was, to finally have this incredibly sexy, desirable woman respond to my caresses with a long thrumming “hhhhmmmm.”

She didn’t tell me to stop.