Mother-in-law

Here I am writing a story that is partly a figment of my imagination, but it also contains a grain of truth. I must say that I have always been attracted to older women and have had older partners in the past. My then-wife was nine years older than me, and we lived next door to each other in a private two-story house with my mother-in-law. At the time, I was in my early thirties, and my mother-in-law was in her early sixties. She was a very attractive, older woman—always well-groomed and elegantly dressed. We always had a good relationship, and after my then-father-in-law died, we all moved into this house together. Since I am quite direct and open in my relationships with people, I always had a free attitude towards her. When we met, we would hug each other and sometimes kiss on the cheek. That is why I never worried about the fact that she would go out in the garden in the summer in a bikini or even tan naked above the waist. On the contrary, she still had a great body for her age. She was about 1.65 m tall, a little overweight in the right places and quite dense, full forms. She had a large, round buttocks, a small stomach and large, heavy, slightly sagging breasts, which were still very pleasant to look at. Sometimes I would catch myself watching her while she was tanning, and sometimes I would use this image to fantasize about while masturbating. Everything was going quite normally, without tension, and I didn't even feel a twinge of conscience when I imagined how I was acting, because it was just a fantasy for me; but everything turned out differently. In September, my then-wife and her daughter-in-law would regularly fly to Balerman, Mallorca, for a week to party and party hard. I always looked forward to this week because I had the whole house and time to myself. My ex was a pretty hot, "party girl" and it was clear to me that there were a lot of men hanging out there, which for some reason really turned me on and off. When she came home, she was always sexually aroused and we had the most intense sex for days. He always flew on Fridays. I dropped him off at the airport early in the morning, we had coffee together, kissed each other, hugged, and with the words: "Be ready when I return, I'll see you first," he firmly grabbed my hand on the seat, smiled devilishly, and left. I returned home with a smile on my face. There I worked in the garden for a while until noon. Suddenly, Inge, my mother-in-law, appeared behind me. “Oh? Are you working?” she asked, smiling. She was especially dressed up. She had makeup on and red lipstick that highlighted her beautiful, full lips. I thought, maybe Gabi, my wife, inherited this from her. Inge was wearing a tight skirt that ended just above her knees and a blouse that showed off her cleavage. Her medium-length, dyed blonde hair was curled into curls. “Wow, you look so pretty,” I said. “Where are you going? Or help me in the garden?” She smiled warmly at me. “I’d be happy to help,” she said boldly. “But I have lunch planned with the neighbors. Has Gabi already left?” I nodded. “Yes, I dropped him off at the airport early this morning.” She shook her head slightly and said, “If you were my husband, I wouldn’t fly anywhere without you.” I started to justify Gabi: “Everything is fine, let him relax, he needs to think a little. Besides, when he comes back, I’ll be the winner too,” I said and smiled. “Look, you’ve been like that, it’s good to know!” Inge laughed. "No, I meant that after this week's vacation, he's much calmer and in a better mood," I excused myself. "It's good that you're looking so calm. Then we can have a good week," she said, winking at me. As she walked away, I couldn't help but stare at her ass. She moved so elegantly in her high heels, her big ass shaking with every step. I finished my work in the garden, took a shower, checked my WhatsApp messages, and plopped down on the couch. A knock woke me up. I fell asleep, the clock was already showing seven in the evening. They knocked again: "Carsten? Are you home?" I heard Inge's voice. I went to the door and opened it. “Oh, did I wake you? Excuse me!” — Inge said, and from the way she spoke I could tell she was a little drunk. “I thought you might be hungry and I brought you something from dinner.” She handed me the box. “Thank you!” — I replied with a smile and hugged her, which was completely normal for us. But this time she hugged me really tightly and sighed: “How nice!” She patted my back. “Would you like some coffee?” — I asked. — “You don’t seem to mind.” Inge came in and headed for the kitchen. “With pleasure, I probably had a glass or two of champagne too much. I hope I’m not bothering you!” — she said and smiled at me. She had a really beautiful smile and our usual closeness felt somehow different today. I made her a hot coffee and I could feel her watching me. I heard her take off her shoes and slam them on the floor. “I need to rest my legs for a bit,” she said. “I hope you don’t mind?” I set the coffee on the table and said, “You can sit here in your underwear or even completely naked, if you feel comfortable. It’s not a problem for me,” I laughed. “Don’t give me stupid ideas!” Inge told me. We joked a little and talked. Inge told me about how she spent the afternoon with her friends. How it was nice to spend time with them, because she feels a little lonely after being widowed. “And that’s why your hug was so nice,” he added finally. “If you just need a hug, you can have as many as you want,” I said jokingly. Inge leaned forward on the table. Her blouse was tight against her large chest, and I hoped the buttons would come off. My pants were also tight. “And if a hug isn't enough?” he asked. “Then I probably need more determination.” I looked up for a moment as I said these words. I was shocked by what I had just said, and for a moment I wondered if I had said too much. Inge leaned even closer to the table, so that the inside of her blouse was slightly visible between the buttons of her top. “You’re so cute,” she said, noticing my gaze, which was frozen on her chest. “If you were my husband, I wouldn’t leave you here alone. I would stay here to make you happy every day.” The collar of my pants was pressing hard. “Do you like my blouse?” — he asked suddenly. I felt my head being squeezed and looked up. “No, no, my dear, look calmly. I like this.” He asked me again, this time more insistently: “Well? Do you like it?” My gaze fell on his chest again. His curves were clearly visible. “I like your whole outfit... I like you,” — I heard my own voice. A shiver ran through me: “What are you doing?” — I thought, — “Are you seducing your mother-in-law?” But it was more the opposite. Inge slowly unbuttoned three buttons on her blouse, revealing her unsexy cleavage. "You must have gotten something out of this, too." Inge smiled at me. I wasn't sure if the alcohol was talking to him or not, but I followed him into the game. “Am I too old for you?” she asked, taking my hands in hers. Her blouse was already open enough to reveal a lace bra. Her firm breasts were almost falling out. “You’re exactly what I need,” I replied. Inge was clearly pleased with this. She was stroking my hands and telling me how much she missed having sex with her husband. How much she missed being fucked well again in general. I was amazed at how openly she spoke. This woman was a real pervert, I thought. Now my last complexes had disappeared and I told her how attractive I found her and how I often looked at her lying almost naked in the garden, and how it turned me on. Inge was delighted and said, "I've noticed that already, but I always pretended not to see you because I enjoyed it." Finally, I told her that I often moved around thinking about her. I felt a little silly telling her this, but Inge let go of all inhibitions. She moved closer to me and put her hand on my thigh. “What do you imagine?” she asked, stroking my thigh. I felt a little embarrassed and replied, “Hmm, I can’t tell you exactly.” My shyness seemed to warm him even more. "Of course you can." His hand was already lightly touching the bulge in my pants. "Go ahead, I want to hear it. I'm interested. I take it as a compliment when a young guy like you gets excited thinking about me." I liked this game with fire, so I followed her. I told her about my fantasies. How I was fucking hard and how I was fucking her breasts over and over again. Inge clearly liked listening to me. Finally she stood up and led me by the hand. “When you get horny, you just come to me,” she said, standing in front of me and taking off my pants. “You don’t need complexes, I like the idea of being fucked and used by you.” Just a minute later I was standing in the kitchen with my pants down, and I was bringing my mother-in-law, who was on her knees in front of me, to orgasm with my movements and blowjobs. Inge was looking at me demandingly, while my throat disappeared again and again between her full red lips. Until finally all my accumulated sperm was discharged onto her breasts. “Hmm,” I heard her voice and she sucked me again. “You’re so delicious. That’s exactly what I needed.” She stood up, took my cum in her fingers and licked it. She smiled, raised her eyebrows and kissed me. “Thanks for everything. Now I’ll leave you alone,” she said and headed for the exit door. I pulled up my pants and let them go. I was so confused that I couldn’t say a word. The door slammed shut and I was left alone. “God, how cool was that,” I thought, “and Gabby?” A thousand thoughts ran through my head: “Can’t I fuck his mother?” In the meantime, it was already eleven o’clock at night. I went to the bathroom and then lay down on the bed. I couldn’t close my eyes, I was still completely aroused and thinking about what had happened. My throat tightened again. I had no choice but to squirm again. I could see Inge, how she was acting and how I was holding her tightly. For a moment I thought about going to her place—I had the key—and sneaking into her bed. “No,” I thought, “I shouldn’t bother her.” I closed my eyes and saw her, kneeling in front of me in the kitchen. She was giving me a blowjob, moaning and groaning. She was looking at me, moving her neck and showing off her big, round breasts. "Come on, my hottie, cum on my breasts." I was ready. Amidst a powerful orgasm, I cum on my stomach. I woke up in the middle of the night. I found a message on my phone from Gabi: “Hey, I just got back to the hotel and I’m lying in bed. I’m thinking about you and playing with myself. I’m so tired and I miss you.” Gabi knew how much that made me feel better. I wrote, “I wish you were here right now, I could take care of you. I love you.” I put the phone aside and fell asleep.