In the earlier parts of my story I spoke of the frustrating relationship that I endure with my wife and her mother.
Things had started to improve, with my mother in law lowering her defences and starting to shrug off some of her inhibitions. My wife also appeared to be encouraging me to bring her mother out of her shell, and I was of course only too happy to oblige.
A few days after my amazing photography session with Elizabeth, my wife Marcy took it upon herselfto tell her mother that she was fully aware of what had taken place. Elizabeth was not surprised because she was knew that Marcy and I did not keep secrets from one another.
She said to Marcy,
"I have been thinking so much about my life recently, especially since I found the lump on my breast, and I know that I have been too uptight since your father left. I know now that I have been wrong to blame myself for his indiscretions. I am jealous of the relationship that you have with your husband and I have decided to start living again."
Marcy asked her what she had in mind, and Elizabeth replied that she had noticed one of the gentlemen in her art class was paying her a lot of attention recently, and up to now she had ignored him but maybe it was time to throw him a bone.
Her method of encouragement was to wear much more revealing clothes when she next attended her class, and to her initial embarrassment but eventual delight, she received compliments from all of the male members in the group. As a result of this she became much more confident and took a more active role in the class.
Within a few months Elizabeth was unrecognisable from the little old lady she had been. A new hairstyle, low cut tops and shorter skirts had transformed her into a vibrant new woman. However there was still a problem!
Even though she was now a much less inhibited person, she admitted to Marcy and I that it was so long since she had actual physical contact with a man that she was afraid she would be a complete let down in the bedroom.
As a result of this she had failed to bond completely with any of her new admirers in the art class. When any of these men had initiated any form of sexual activity she pushed them away, and although outwardly she had changed, inwardly she was still having difficulty letting go.
I jokingly told her that I would help her with her studies and give her a few lessons. She laughed and said that I had already done enough to help her and it would be wrong of her to expect anything more.
Marcy was listening to this conversation and interrupted saying,
"But he wants to help mum, so why don't you take him up on his offer?"
I was just as shocked as Elizabeth, because apparently Marcy had decided that she was going to allow me to fuck her mother after all.
Elizabeth's reply however shocked me even more when she said,
"I would like both of you to be involved, because I am so grateful for what you have done so far, but I do not want to be the cause of any friction between you, so I will not agree to anything unless it is completely open and agreeable to all three of us."
At this point I would like to say that Elizabeth was not the only one having problems with her new image.
For a number of months I had watched her change into someone totally different and when I saw her with one of her new male friends, I was torn apart with jealousy. I was the one who had drawn her out of her inner torment, albeit with Marcy's encouragment, and now I was in danger of losing her to some old bastard who knew nothing about what she had gone through, and just wanted to get his hands on her tits.
So to say that I was delirious with joy when none of her relationships lasted would be putting it mildly. Then for her to consent to having sex with me was simply the metaphorical placing of the cherry on top.
We discussed how we were going to carry out Elizabeth's re-introduction into a life of orgasmic delights, and decided that as the kids would be staying with friends on the following Friday night, Elizabeth would stay with us and we would proceed from there.
The next three days were probably the longest I can remember, and Marcy and I discussed the ground rules. I was of course hoping that the do's would greatly outnumber the don't's, but once again Marcy surprised me when she said,
"I am happy to go as far as mum wishes, even if that includes you and I screwing while she watches, or mutual masturbation, but you must remember that this is my mother and I am still a little freaked by the fact that she insists on me being there. I thought that I could encourage her to live a little and at the same time repay you for your friendship, love, and most of all your understanding throughout our relationship. You have never forced me to do anything I didn't want to do and showed great patience when I couldn't provide you with the kind of physical attention I know you craved. I love you dearly but it really upsets me when my illness prevents me from loving you in the way that I want to."
She went on to say that despite her reservations she had no intention of backing out, and said that after all I had seen her mother naked which was more than she had ever done, so to be honest she was a little turned on at the idea of some form of physical contact with Elizabeth.
I couldn't believe it when I heard myself telling her to slow down, that she was getting a little ahead of herself, and that nothing had happened yet, but at the same time I was telling myself that somehow, somewhere, someone had decided that I should receive all my Christmas and birthday presents at once. However, a little voice in my head was also warning me not to go through with it.
Throughout the many years of frustration I had suffered, my love for Marcy had never diminished and I knew that nothing could ever damage that no matter how badly our planned evening turned out, but it was not my union with my wife that worried me.
I had always adored Elizabeth regardless of her inhibitions and conservatism, and would have done anything to help her but at the same time I felt very protective towards her. After all I lived closer to her than her two sons and I was the one she called when she needed assistance or something repaired. Just as I mentioned earlier about feeling jealous when she started dating again, I was now concerned that she was drifting away from me. She may not need me any more after this!
On Friday evening, after the kids had left, I drove to Elizabeth's house to collect her and decided that I was going to give her the opportunity to change her mind. I used my key to let myself in and called out to her as I entered.
She was in the upstairs bathroom and shouted to me to come on up. With my heart trying to punch a hole in my chest I walked up the stairs to be greeted by a truly beautiful sight. My naked mother in law was sitting on the edge of the bath
attempting to trim her pubic hair. Now this was the first time I had seen her naked since our impromptu photographic session and she looked so much more relaxed in my presence.
Without speaking she held out a small razor to me and opened her legs. I could see that she had already shaved her legs but had not yet started on her pubic region. She lifted a can of shaving gel and squirted some onto her hand and rubbed it
all over her pussy area.
"I wanted to make sure that I was presentable for you both tonight," she said,
"and I decided to have a downstairs haircut but my hands are shaking so why don't you help me out."
So much for my idea of letting her back out of our plan!
I got down on my knees in front of her and using my left hand to draw her wrinkled skin taut, I began to shave my mother in law's sixty seven year old pussy. I don't think I really thought about the significance of my actions. After all I was the first person, male or female, to touch this part of Elizabeth's body in almosy thirty years.
She closed her eyes and whispered,
