The following stories all started almost 10 years ago when i was twenty years old and I moved into my girlfriend's house after being booted out of home by my parents. My girlfriend lived there with her mother Fiona who was thirty seven her dad Alan who was forty four and her sister Alice who was Fourteen.
It was a little crowded in the house at first but when my girlfriend was offered a placement abroad with work it was too good for her to turn down so she left only two months after I'd moved in.
Fiona was very good to me from the outset and agreed I could stay as she knew I couldn't go back home.
Over the next six months i pretty much came and went as i liked and Fiona was happy as long as i handed over my board each month of Β£150 quid.
Also in that time I realised what a bastard Alan was. He'd be constantly pissed and always bumping work to go on massive benders ending with him turning up back at home and abusing Fiona. Not by physical violence but just calling her a fat bitch and a stupid whore before he'd stagger upstairs and fall in to a drunken coma. I spent many a night downstairs watching TV with Fiona until she knew Alan was fast asleep so she could sneak to bed.
I also overheard them rowing one day and was shocked to say the least when I heard Fiona scream at Alan.
"I don't know how you dare call me a whore Maybe if you hadn't fucked around so much you wouldn't be so fucking paranoid," she then carried on her outburst as she came down the stairs, "That's probably why you haven't fucked me for three years."
"Sorry about that," Fiona apologised as she burst through the hallway door.
It was from that point onwards that I started to look at my mother in law differently. Here was Fiona in her sexual prime and not sexually active in the last three years since she was thirty four.
I started to hang around the house a little more instead of just going out to the pub every night myself just so that I could spend a little more time in Fiona's company. When she was out I took a little peek through her underwear draw and was pleasantly surprised to see that she had an abundance of very sexy lingerie. For a women neglected for so long she still felt it necessary to keep her pride and feel sexy in her underwear.
I'd seen enough of Fiona in tight tops over the months to know that she had a decent sized pair of breasts and this was confirmed when I looked at the label in one of her sexy bras to find the size was 36E. In her bedside cabinet under a few books I found her toy a big rampant rabbit still sporting a pubic hair stuck to the shaft from its last workout in Fiona's pussy. This toy in my hand was perhaps the only thing in the last three years that had provided Fiona with sexual release.
Over the next few weeks I began doing little things like taking a shower with the door left unlocked and ajar at a time when I knew Fiona would be around; or I'd get up naked from my bed and walk to the toilet across the landing when I could hear Fiona getting ready for work.
I'd recently had a shift change at work which meant I was starting later now and I was always at home whilst Fiona got ready; she was the manager at a big company in the nearest town and would normally be up around seven before leaving in her business clothes at around eight. I began leaving my door open at night and would see Fiona wander around in the morning from her room to the bathroom as she got ready.
Getting a glimpse of her in a short towel wrapped around her big boobs became the norm but as the weeks wore on with me leaving my door open I noticed a subtle change in Fiona's behaviour too. She began walking back to the bathroom half dressed; I mean she'd be dressed from the bottom down but would walk by in her bra and back again after spending a moment in the bathroom.
This carried on until she was walking by in just her knickers and bra and then eventually braless so I could see her perfect big breasts in all their naked glory. One morning I remember as a Wednesday because I was halfway through a week's holiday I was lying in bed with the door open as normal listening to Fiona getting up when I pulled my covers off me a little so that my cock was exposed.
I positioned myself so that by squinting a little I could see Fiona walk by which she did a minute later in her vest top and shorts. She looked in but carried on to the bathroom and I heard the shower click on. Different from other days she came back but stopped momentarily and looked into my room for longer than she should of. Her eyes never leaving my groin area; where my cock lay flaccid against my thigh.
She passed my door eight times whilst getting dressed that morning which was three times more than normal and each time she stopped and had a good look in. it was on the sixth occasion that I knew that her curiosity was getting the better of her as I heard a floorboard creak as she stepped further in to my room to get a better look.
On the seventh occasion the floorboards creaked four times and I could see her through squinted eyes almost at the foot of my bed staring at my cock. She stood for almost a minute before disappearing again into her room.
She came out this time fully dressed in and hovered at the door and looked again then turned for the stairs but stopped and I assumed she was fighting the little voice in her head telling her to go back and look at my cock again. She stepped once more to the stairs and held the bannister but stopped again and turned to look in my room.
The naughty voice in her head won; the naughty voice of a sexually neglected thirty seven year old got the better of her and she walked back into my room, her daughter's boyfriend's room and came almost to the side of me only a foot from where my naked dick was visible.
It's at this point I opened my eyes quickly and Fiona jumped stepping back half a foot before my hand gripped her wrist and stopped her. My left hand grasped my cock and lifted it making it easier to stroke which I did three times before leaving it to grow on its on before her eyes.
Neither of us spoke until my cock was solid and standing erect, six and a half inches long and as thick as Fiona's wrist. What I lacked in length my girth certainly made up for it. Fiona's eyes shot from mine to my erect shaft as my helmet bulged from my foreskin peeling it back.
"I shouldn't be in here I have to go to work," Fiona said but not really offering much resistance in the wrist I still held.
"Fiona you know as well as I do that you're in here because you want to be here?"
"No I need to go," she said.
But still she didn't pull against my wrist. Fiona's mouth was telling me different from her body.
"We both know that you're not going to leave for work anytime soon don't we?"
She didn't answer or pull away so I carried on whilst I had the initiative not wanting to let this opportunity pass me by.