The Mother-in-law
I lay soaking in the bath, there was nothing urgent, just a few days away at the in-laws. I'd had a lie in, the wife was somewhere in the house and I have no idea where my wife's sister and father-in-law were, presumably downstairs.
Just then the door of the bathroom opened behind me, I thought I'd locked it but it didn't matter, whoever it was would soon see the bathroom in use and leave. Or it could be the wife in which case it still didn't matter, there was nothing that she hadn't seen many times before.
My mother-in-law, Ellen, came in and sat on the side of the bath!
'Morning Ellen, is there something I can help you with?' I enquired, more than a little perplexed.
'I wondered if you'd like your back washed?' She replied very casually.
I'd never had the remotest thought of Ellen being in my company with me naked, certainly not with me in the bathroom. Don't get me wrong, Ellen's a perfectly pleasant, attractive, 50 something year old woman, but she's my wife's mother, her being in a position to be something other than that had never entered my head, until now.
I was very much ill at ease, 'Where are the others, what if someone sees you in here?' I probably sounded a bit panicked, which would be right, at the very least it would be very embarrassing at the very least.
'They've gone out,' she replied, in a matter of fact way.
'Out?' I was puzzled.
'Yes they've all gone into town, they'll be about an hour,' again a very conversational style of response.
'Oh!' was all I said, very nearly speechless.
'Now, do you want me to wash your back?' Ellen said again.
Was I missing something, why was Ellen in here and suggesting this? This has disaster written all over it. Why hadn't I just sent her packing, she'd never shown the slightest hint of this kind of thing? Where would this lead..... Of course I don't want her to wash my back! But......
'You're sure they're out?' was probably an indicator to Ellen of what my response would be.
'Yes I'm sure,' she replied, with just a hint of impatience.
I paused for a moment, 'Sure why not,' I said and moved up the bath so I was sat halfway along it,
'You're definitely sure they're out?' I wanted to be certain and also try to retain some control over a situation that just may just be on the precipice of being the complete opposite. I also assured myself that I could also walk away any time and nobody would be any the wiser, except Ellen that is.
'Positive!' Ellen replied, her impatience growing a little, who then proceeded to do exactly what she said, using the bath sponge she washed my shoulders, neck and back, and even under my arms... for heaven's sake!
'The water's deep, I can't reach all the way down, why don't you get on all fours and I'll be able to reach?' there was a slight pause, then Ellen said, 'Just stand up, that's the easiest way,'
Where was this going? I already knew this was wrong but I didn't want it to stop, it felt really horny. I did as she suggested and stood up. She probably caught a glimpse of my erection as I turned away from her. She then continued to wash my back with the sponge. I could feel water running down my entire length. I then noticed her throw the sponge in the bath. I thought we must be finished and perhaps it was merely a tease after all. I then noticed her grab the shower gel and, judging by the noise, squirted some, presumably, into her hand.
'Ellen!' I exclaimed, 'That's not exactly my back is it?' as I felt her hand starting to wash my bottom.
'Are you complaining?' she said as she continued my bath.
I could feel her lathered hands smoothing over my bottom. She left no part unwashed. I placed my hands on the bathroom wall to brace myself and very slightly bend my body so my bottom would protrude towards her. She placed her left hand on my lower back and continued to wash my bottom, my thighs and in between my legs with her hand.
Ellen then turned me round. Without a word she started to run her soapy hands all over my balls, my erect cock, my pubes and in between my legs, from the front this time. I stood facing her, my hands by my side, staring intently at what she was doing. I was speechless but didn't want her to stop. What was I doing?
She then took my full blown erection in her still soapy hand and moved her hand up and down my shaft.
'Ellen,' I whispered.
'Was there something?' she said, looking at me.
'This is wrong Ellen and we both know it!' I urged, gritting my teeth just a bit.
'Would you like me to stop?' Ellen asked quietly as she gripped my right buttock in her left hand and gently continued to rub her other hand up and down my foaming penis.
This was the point. I either show some decency and fortitude and end this, and even now it had probably gone to far to explain away. What am I thinking, probably? I had already crossed the line but...my god this felt soooo good.
'No, no,' I murmured as she kept rubbing my shaft.
Having given in, it wasn't very long before.
'Ellen, I'm going to cum!' I suddenly blurted out excitedly.
'Do it!' she commanded.
My cock seemed to explode, I spurted my cum out, it shot all over her blouse and then ran down her wrist and her fingers, big globs of cum. I hadn't masturbated or had sex for a week or so and it showed. The stock that was replenished was now all over my mother-in-law.
'I thought you were full,' she exclaimed, as she let go of my still stiff, but not now throbbing, penis. 'Look at my blouse?' she said with faux indignity. 'I haven't seen a cock cum like that in years.'
'No, I don't suppose,' was all I could think to say, as I stood there physically and emotionally naked.
Ellen got a tissue and wiped away my cum from her blouse. She then took her blouse off and threw it in the laundry box. I was still standing naked in the bath, she turned back round now wearing just her bra and knickers. She was not in bad nick I thought, quite shapely, slightly wider in the hips perhaps and it was lovely seeing her in only her bra and panties. Not bad tits too, nice shape for a pair in their mid to late 50s, but made all the more shapely and desirable with the bra that was holding them up no doubt.
'Are you going to stay there all day?' she asked, as I stood there holding myself and gawping at her in her underwear.
'Err no, just erm.....' my words petered off.
'Rinse yourself off and get dried,' she said, drying her own hands on a towel. 'If you're interested, there's a spanking waiting for a naughty boy like you in my bedroom,' and with that she left the bathroom.
I had a few moments to try and take stock and make some sense out of this. What was I getting myself embroiled in, and where had all this come from? I had no idea she was this kind of woman, whatever this kind is, but she was my mother-in-law. She's also not unattractive, but that's hardly the point. She was, at least I thought she was, not that kind of woman and certainly not available I also thought that neither was I, that sort of person, I appear to have been sadly mistaken. There had been no hint, ever, that this was in her mind. Was she waiting for her opportunity to seduce me, or was it spontaneous? I was sure I'd never given her any cause to think I would like to get to know her better!
But here she was, pushing buttons that I didn't know I had, showing me I had the moral fortitude and steely resolve of a lump of marshmallow. I'd never been unfaithful, or even wanted to be, but then I'd never had something of this nature plonked in my lap. This seems to have come out of nowhere. She seemed so 'normal', mild mannered, intelligent, lovely company and an all-round very nice woman, but one who was happy in her marriage, with her family and with her lot in life. Perhaps not? It would appear, that underneath that loving and perfect hostess exterior, beat the heart of a different animal completely
What a can of worms this would be if it ever got out, what a can of worms it is now, I don't suppose old Donald (Father-in-law) would be too happy with what Ellen was just up too, nor would my wife for that matter. I chuckled, or was that a shivered, at that last thought.
I'm not sure how the planets had aligned for all this to transpire but I appeared to have gone from a loving and faithful husband, to a moral lacking, ejaculating douchebag in very quick time. I seem more interested in feeding my growing appetite for a newly found kinky playmate who, unbelievably, is also my mother-in-law.
How on earth did Ellen know, or have the slightest inclination, I would be interested? Did she really know or was it just a stab in the dark? I would suspect that most guys like the idea of being wanked off in the bathroom in a similar fashion, although not necessarily by your wife's mother. But to then feed into my major kink and offer me a spanking!!!! This was completely wrong, for both of us, and totally out of my control, the consequences if I was to be found out were probably extreme, but I couldn't resist.
My wife and I do a little bit of spanking as foreplay but she's not really into it, she's mostly vanilla it has to be said. All my 'proper' experience with spanking has been as an adult and before I met my, now, wife. I hadn't had a 'proper' spanking for 5 or 6 years and here I was on the threshold of getting one from my mother-in-law. It was also dawning on me that the definition of the word 'wrong' seems to have taken on an almost infinitely flexible meaning.
Enough thinking! I was going to wrap a towel round me before heading to Ellen's bedroom, but why bother, nobody's around. Walking naked along the landing, as a prelude to a spanking, just added to my arousal. I put the towel back on the rack and left the bathroom. My mother-in-law's bedroom was at the end of the landing and I walked towards it totally naked. I had a mixture of emotions but excitement at the thought of what was about to happen was paramount obviously. My inhibitions with Ellen, not that they were all that well defined to start with it would seem, were now completely ebbing away. The notion that I was going to walk away if it got too much was also turning out to be nonsense, as I knew it was. I was completely caught up in this now.
The door to the bedroom was ajar so I walked straight in, Ellen was sat on her dresser chair, wearing a thigh length wrap around kimono type robe, hairbrush in hand, waiting.... for me.
'How lovely,' said Ellen. I wasn't sure if the comment was directed at me for being completely naked as I entered her bedroom or a more generic one for the situation. Either way it didn't really matter.
