In my family, my mother-in-law was a remarkable woman. She became a widow at a young age when her husband tragically lost his life in war. Despite the immense challenges she faced, she managed to raise her children single-handedly without any financial struggles. When I first met her, she was 50 years old, while my soon-to-be wife was just 25. Her name was Georgia and my wife to be was Rita. She was a mature woman with a fine physique. She was 5ft 3 with nice tits not as round as my wife. I guess 34D but was thick in all the right places.. Our relationship was not smooth sailing initially, as I was seen as the one taking her daughter away from her, while my wife was the one who had always taken care of her. It took Rita’s mother about a month before she finally agreed to allow the marriage. Rita would not stop talking about it and pestered her nightly. It was clear she was not going to change her mind. Finally her mother decided to allow it. She wanted her daughter to be happy, but she really was reluctant to accept the change in her life.
Rita is 5’3″ and slender with legs that most girls would die for. She was a petite girl but there was nothing petite about her beautifully formed breasts, they were curvaceous and bounced up and down in step with Rita’s movements. She has full red lips and silky red hair.
The wedding went off without a hitch, and the reception was even more beautiful
My wife soon became pregnant and our love making was going over the top.
Living in solitude, my wife’s mother always intrigued me. I often questioned my wife about why she never sought companionship. My wife explained that her mother’s priority was raising her three daughters, shielding them from any potential harm that could arise from having a man around. However, now that her daughters are happily married, I couldn’t help but wonder why she hadn’t found someone special to share her life with.
With the arrival of our first daughter early in the year, things took a better turn with the joy the newborn was bringing into our lives. My mother-in-law accompanied us on our summer vacation to help look after her six month old granddaughter, allowing my wife and me to have some quality time together. I was grateful for her support, even though she still seemed a bit distant towards me. Going through menopause, she was putting on weight, particularly around her belly and buttocks. Her body was average although as I mentioned her breast shape was nicely protruding thought her clothes, but her belly had definitely grown larger.
After a leisurely afternoon at the beach, we returned to our room to unwind and relax. Meanwhile, my mother-in-law took our daughter to the other room to put her to sleep before she took a refreshing shower for her relaxation as well.
We went into our room and locked our door behind. My wife was wearing a summer dress as she had already removed her swimsuit at the changing rooms near the beach but I was still in my boxers swim trunk. I tried to tease her spanking her ass as she fell on the bed telling me to be silent as her mother and our daughter were sleeping in the adjacent room.
Her red hair tumbled over the bed and her face was flushed with excitement and desire. I began to move my hips in a swaying motion as I stripped in front of Rita. I pulled over my t-shirt and wiggled my finger at my wife to motion for her to come to me. Rita knelt up on the bed and crawled on all fours towards me with her sexy ass up in the air. She kissed my tummy when she reached the edge of the bed a shuddering feeling came over me, she moved her delicate hands up towards my chest tracing kisses upward as her soft lips followed her hands. I was quietly moaning from pleasure as she held her head against my body, raising herself up on her knees as she went higher with her light kisses.
I started unzipping her dress as she kissed my neck. Gently I slipped dress over her shoulders and she lifted her arms out letting the dress fall down around her slim hips. The sight of her pale soft skin, and her beautifully formed heaving breasts intensified my desire. Rita was proud of her round breasts with their rose-tipped nipples. Even the pregnancy and giving birth did not change their shape significantly.
Taking my hands from her head I reached down cupping a delicate breast in each, I touched them incredibly light and gentle. Squeezing them slightly harder let to making my wife moan. I kissed her full and throbbing lips tenderly and as she parted them my wet tongue plunged into her mouth.. It was sensational like a thrilling surprise that made her body shiver inside. Moving my hands to grip onto her small waist and then with my tongue licking up her back and around her neck sending shivers down here spine. Then I pressed her down onto the bed and started plowing her from behind, all the while sucking on her soft neck. Rita loves being between the mattress and my body, unable to move except for the rotating of her hips giving me deeper access to her pussy
My wife and I engaged in a passionate encounter, ensuring our voices remained subdued but this was not going to happen. I entered her from behind, hard and deep. One hand squeezing her left ass cheek holding my balance, while the other reached under her and began rubbing on her wet clit. The feeling was magical Rita was so wet that my dick was sliding rapidly in and out of her.
“And how do you like this?” whispering to her ear as my finger continued to rub her and my cock kept entering her from behind.
“I love it, Simon.” Her words were weak with pleasure. “It feels so good, you bastard and my mom is sleeping next door she can hear us but don’t stop or I pull your balls off,,,,”
After hearing her words of encouragement, I plunged harder into her, making her feel as though she would lose herself and climax, trying in every way not to come.
But that was not for me. I was working hard to bring an orgasm out of her. I surged deeper into her tightness, screwing her fast while rubbing her wet bud skillfully with my fingers. Finally, when she couldn’t hold it in any more, Rita let go of her orgasm and exploded all over my throbbing dick. She tried to hold my cock with her pussy muscles as her legs trembled and her mouth let out loud moans. And with that last thrust our eyes closed and in just a matter of seconds we had fallen asleep.
However, I abruptly woke up 15 minutes later feeling my bladder pressing me and decided to relieve myself in the bathroom. As I passed by my mother-in-law’s room, I overheard the distinct sound of bed sheets shifting, and through the keyhole, I caught a glimpse of her engaged in fervent movements and heavy breathing. I guessed she heard our little escapade and she was masturbating. This unexpected sight aroused me, prompting me to indulge in my own self-pleasure while in the bathroom. I closed my eyes as I began rubbing my cock up and down, pretending it was someone else. For some reason one woman in particular popped into my mind. I could not understand why, but now my mother in law was the focal point of my fantasy. I gave in to the pleasure, but I never thought in my wildest dreams it would turn into a reality.
With each passing moment, the incident faded into the background of my mind. The next year, as summer approached, my wife’s best friend confided in her about her separation from her husband and her fragile mental state. In a show of support, my wife and daughter traveled to stay with her for a week. Meanwhile, my mother-in-law embarked on a spiritual journey to the holy land with fellow church members. Anticipation grew as my wife’s return on Sunday drew near.
Arriving home on Friday night, I was surprised to find a travel bag in the living room that didn’t belong to my wife. It turned out my mother-in-law had returned from her trip and decided to stay with us until her daughter came back. Assuming she was resting in the guest room, I didn’t think much of it. I grabbed a snack from the fridge, cracked open a beer, and settled in to watch TV.
Before the clock struck midnight, I made my way to the bathroom for a relaxing shower. To my surprise, I stumbled upon a pair of my mother-in-law’s plain, generously-sized cotton panties. Intrigued by what I had read in some adult magazines, I couldn’t resist giving them a sniff. The scent was a peculiar combination of sweetness, a subtle whiff of urine, and an unpleasant fart-like odor. Strangely enough, it failed to ignite any desire within me, despite the fact that it had been six days since I last made love to my wife. After my shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed back to my room.