On a Saturday evening last January, a fantasy of mine became reality. I was over my mother-in-law's helping her install her new kitchen floor. I spent the day on my hnds and knees laboring. It was supposed to be the perfect weekend to work on their house because my father-in-law was away at a golf tournament.
I knew that the forecast was calling for snow, but I also knew that a few inches of snow has never stopped me from getting anywhere I wanted to be before. So, I trudged on laying the floor.
It was around 5pm my mother-in-law came home from an afternoon of shopping. She walked in the front door covered in snow. She told me that she barely made it home, and that my wife had told her to tell me to not come home until the roads were plowed in the AM. This meant I was stranded with my mother-in-law.
I finished the floor just before dinner. My mother-in-law joked that she "hadn't had dinner with another man in 30 years." This was taken completely as a joke, you see my mother-in-law is stunning. Her auburn hair perfectly frames her gorgeous face. Her eyes dance in the light. Her face shows no affect from raising three kids. I have seen photos of her when she was my age, she was unbelievably hot. A classic beauty. So, there was no hint of flirting when she said this. Even at 52 she was out of my league!
She suggested I get a shower while she made me dinner. As I headed upstairs, I realized I had no clothes to change into. I called to her, "Mrs. Johnson, I have nothing to wear." To which she alertly replied "Oh, don't worry. I got John (her son, my bro in-law) flannel PJs from Abercrombie for his birthday. You can have them and I'll get another pair. Besides, I am changing into my flannel PJs after in a few mins and gonna sit by the fire."
I headed into the shower without a hint of what the naughty night would have in store for me. I came down while she was still making dinner, and I helped her. She knows that I am the one who cooks in my house, so she was happy to have me there. "Your father-in-law doesn't even know how to make toast!" She joked. Then with a serious tone she said "Sometimes I wish I had married a guy like you, a guy who can appreciate a woman's needs" I took it as an amazing compliment, a stamp of approval for marrying her daughter.
I finished up preparing dinner and she came down with her PJs on. Nothing too exciting, just a flannel button down top with matching bottoms and bunny slippers. We sat at the table, her assuming her normal position at the one end, me on one of the sides. She abrupty got up from the table and said "Nights when I know that I am not going anywhere, I have always wanted to drink some wine, and relax by the fire. I am getting some wine."
While we eating the conversation flowed, as if we were peers. While she was reading the label on the bottle of wine I noticed her top had bloused open a bit between the buttons, like only button downs can do. I couldn't resist my urge to peer into the opening. My cock swelled slightly as I leered at the partially exposed breast. It was magnificent still! After three kids and everything else. I thought to myself how lucky my father-in-law was to be able to watch such a stunning woman get dressed and undressed."
We finished dinner and walked to the living room to sit by the fire place. The only problem with their living room is that there is no TV, only a stereo. She sat in the chair opposite me as we warmed by the fire. We were experiencing a slight lull in conversation when she sprang from the chair and said "Will you dance with me to this song? I love this song." I replied "I'd be honored." I had danced with her before, at our wedding, at other functions, so this wasn't foreign for me, but it had been a while.
As we met in the living room she draped her arms over my shoulders. While danced, she said "When did you get these muscles?" With a slight grin on her face. I let her know that I had been working out. She ran her hands over my shoulders and arms. It felt so nice. She said "you have a great body hiding under those clothes". Slightly embarrasses and feeling awkward, I meekly replied "thanks." "Thanks, is that all you have to say? Not even a "Same to you Mrs. Johnson, you look great for you age"?" I boldly told her "I wouldn't qualify that statement with age. You are amazingly beautiful and you know it." She continued to rub my arms and shoulders, advanced to my chest occasionally as we danced. My hands stayed perched on the small of her back, although I was dying to gently slide them down to her ass. She leaned into me, put her head on my shoulder; I could smell the sweet smell of the wine and feel her warm breath on my neck. She moved her hands to caress the back of my neck and started running them through my hair. She pulled away and looked into my eyes. It felt like an eternity. I was paralyzed by my arousal. I moved my hips slightly away from hers, so that she wouldn’t feel my erection grow. Sensing me pulling away, she once again pulled me in tight and nestled her head on my shoulder. After a few minutes, I felt her kiss my neck. Then kiss it again, then my ears. I did nothing. Paralyzed by both the conflict of my arousal and my fear. It was when she came to face me again and gently kissed me on the mouth that I knew I couldn't give in. She knew it too.
"You want me, I can feel it. I have been having sex with the same man for 30 years. And I need to make love to you tonight” She said. I kissed her hard, grabbed her ass and pulled it against my swollen cock.
I laid her down on the coach and started to grind against her. Her passionate moans were a welcomed noise for my ears. My callous wife makes no noises when we make love. Her mother was passionate about me, and I was in heaven.
I started down her neck, and then I kissed all I could of her with the pajama top on. I unbuttoned the top two buttons to expose the tops of two wonderful symbols of womanhood. She unbuttoned her top all the way, so that my mouth was no longer impeded. I cupped her left breast and drew the nipple into my mouth. I let my tongue dance around the hard nipple. She pulled my head against her breast and moan with pleasure. She reached into my pajama bottoms to stroke my cock. Oh I was dying for some attention, I thought I might explode. "Oh god, it has never felt that good" I remarked. She licked the pre-cum off of her fingers and said "It seems like someone else was pretty turned on while we were dancing."
She untied, then pushed down my pajama bottoms, the last few inches done with her feet. Unbuttoned and removed my shirt. Now naked, I had to get her pants off. I stood up next to her on the coach so that I could remove her pants,
As I stood there, she sat up and took my glistening cock into her mouth. It was great timing. I was planning on swing her around so that I could kneel before her and eat her pussy. She took the whole shaft in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head of cock. My knees almost buckled with pleasure. She was so perfect, enthusiastic about suck me off. She could sense my arousal build and would pull away if she knew I was close, each time leaving a string of saliva & pre-cum from her lips to the head of my cock. As she would go down on my penis, she would take my balls in her hand or run her fingers around the backside and play with my ass. It was magical. The perfect blowjob.
I finally had to back away after several minutes of pleasure. And I did what I had planned. I spread her beautiful legs and exposed a well-trimmed pussy. I buried my face in it. Eating it with as much enthusiasm as I ever have. Since it is one of my favorite activities, I take great pride in it. And I wasn’t fininshing until she came. She forced my head in tight, then would let go only to grip the arm of the couch so hard I saw her knuckles turn white. She was enjoying this more than any woman I have ever known. And I was loving it. Finally she came, I had my finger inside her and I could everything tighten. Her body writhed in pleasure. I leaned back to admire my work, as her pussy stayed impaled on my fingers.
She collected herself and told me to have a seat. She then climbed on top of my still hard, but aching cock. God, it was tight. Her rhythm was perfectly in sync with my pulsations and thrusts. She had this ability shift angles while she was riding me, that would allow different parts of my cock to be stimulated. As I sucked on her tits she told me “I noticed you looking in my top at dinner. Did you like what you saw?” I replied, “Yes, but the view is much better now.”
Similarly to when she was blowing me, she would sense when I was close and slow down or stop. My shaft would throb inside of her when she stopped and she told me that she could feel it throbbing. She continued and was getting closer and closer to another orgasm herself. My ego wanted me to make her come again, I would let myself come until she did. Finally, she came again, her body again gyrated, this time while my cock was providing the pleasure. Then she whispered in my ear “Now it’s your turn” And she proceeded to do all of the little tricks she had shown me in the 20 minutes of fucking that she knew were bringing me close. She stared into my eyes when I was about to come. I turned my head, she said “Look at me, look into my eyes, I want to see the pleasure on your face” We locked eyes as I came, an explosion that only many close calls can generate. The greatest orgasm of my life. We kissed, and she rolled of me and we slumped on the couch side by side exhausted with pleasure.
As we sat there, she asked me “do you feel wrong?” I said “No, do you?” She shook her to indicate that she wasn’t feeling guilty. Then she said “C’mon let’s go lay in bed”. We left our clothes and went to her room and laid in bed, I was on my back and she was cuddling with me. We talked and laughed for a while. While lying there naked, she was occasionally playing with my cock, like a newfound toy, she couldn’t keep her hands off of it. It was flattering to have a woman want to touch me again. Suddenly the phone rang next to the bed and our fairy tale was interrupted. Reality set in! She answered the phone; I could hear it was my wife. I felt scared, like somehow she’d know I just banged her mom.
My mother-in-law handed me the phone and I stood up to take the call. As I was talking to my wife, my mother-in-law restored my faith in fairy tales by taking my half-erect cock into her mouth. It was insanely taboo, but it was tremendously sexy to me. While I was trying to have a conversation with my wife, her mother rose up to my ear not occupied by the phone and whispered to me “I want you to come in my mouth”. After a few attempts, my wife finally allowed me to get off the phone, but she asked “Does my mom wanna talk to me again” I told her “No, she just went down to eat something.” My mother-in-law laughed and gave me the best blowjob she could, ending in another great orgasm.
We have never spoken of that night.
Great story...
All of my stories have been true. I am still disappointed that only lynette, Penelope and I have posted anything in here. Come on boys tell us something REAL. (and no yours doesn't count Gnappy). 
