This is a rather long story, but I think well-worth taking the time to read. You're never too old to discover your new inner desires!
Finally, after all these years
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I'm Jack, and this story starts many years ago, first having met my mother in law when she was about 50 years old, and who is now in her mid-seventies. It was soon after I met my wife, Carol, when she introduced me to her family. Her father was a rough, animal type of character—not someone you wanted to mess with, ever, but that's another story in itself.
Carol's mother, Maryann, had a cold personality—the "in charge" type with piercing blue eyes, short blond hair, quite attractive and a tough attitude. And a really nice little body; I was immediately attracted to her. I came to find out over the years that she was catty, childish and spoiled, even mean in many ways. To me, this seemed to be all the more reason to have her, and to dominate her. It made her a challenge.
We maintained a nice relationship over the years, and at some point, it became a little flirty, she being the one to initiate the flirting. And over time, she actually came on to me on a number of occasions. I avoided pursuing these advances because, as I said, my father in law was crazy dangerous. I was very careful how I acted around her when he was around.
The first time she made an advance, was at one of her large holiday parties, I recall walking into the kitchen. She was there alone preparing snacks, as I walked in, she turned to me with a rather fat salami in her hand, which she was slicing, raised her eye brows and smiled at me, holding it sexily in her hand showing it to me. I smiled back and let the moment go, not believing what just happened. Oh, I knew what she was doing, but couldn't really act on it with a house full of people, including my wife.
The second time came and was a bit more overt. My wife and I arrived early on a Christmas morning to have breakfast together with her parents, and then as tradition has it, they would begin to prepare the food for the holiday dinner. My father in law was out of the house having gone to get cigarettes for himself and a paper, and my wife was off in another part of the house wrapping some gifts. Maryann had on a robe, and offered me coffee; breakfast was not ready yet. I said sure and sat in my usual seat at one end of the table. She brought the coffee, a cup for herself as well. Having just showered, she smelled fresh and just great. She sat to my right side and turned to face me. As she did, she adjusted the tie on her robe, but loosened it. Her robe slowly opened a bit at the waist, revealing her milky-white thighs and legs, and a skimpy pair of red panties. Her legs were beautiful. Not long like a model, but nicely shaped and delicious looking. Her soft inner thighs pressed up against her red panties were making me crazy—I always enjoyed getting my lips and tongue on inner thighs. She looked down at her legs, but did nothing to cover up, then just looked up and stared at me. I was looking at her legs and then looked back at her. For a moment, we were both just lost in this moment--her exposing her legs and panties, me almost drooling, enjoying the view. She stayed that way smiling and making casual conversation for a while as I continued to glance down at the view, and only turning towards the table and covering up when we heard my wife coming down the hall. God, how I wanted to eat her right there and then, and she knew it.
The third one I recall vividly. It was an outdoor party, and we were at a buffet, on line next to each other. She took a small sandwich, but then decided she didn't want it, and put it back. I said to her, "Hey, don't put it back. You touched it, you have to eat it." With that, she turned to me, her face sexily smiling. I never knew it was coming-- as she smiled at me, she ran her hand across my jeans, right across my cock and said "And how about that?" So now, without a doubt, I knew what this woman wanted (as if I wasn't sure before!). At the very least, she seemed to want to suck my cock.
Fast-forward about 25 years. A lot happened, and things sure changed. My family and her family became estranged due to the antics of her parents, and a family of very hostile people, so we had no contact with them for well over 20 years. My father in law passed away during that time, and the hell that was him was finally gone. Maryann was now about 75, and not so in-charge anymore. Having lost most everything due to poor or no financial planning, she was living in a simple apartment, had a boyfriend for a couple of years during that time, and was mostly alone. Finally, my wife reached out to Maryann, and they began talking again. And now and then, she will spend a couple of nights here and there at our house. Not often--my wife cannot tolerate her for too long, and I can't blame her; her mother was a bitch over the years.
Myself, I was always attracted to older women, and that only grew over time. Most of the porn I look at is mature ladies, amateurs, doing really hot, nasty stuff. And any women I spent time with were older, and a couple were as kinky as I was, which was a pleasure. And I love ass. Anything to do with it—mine and theirs. I love to lick, finger and fuck ass, and I love the same being done to me. I can get extremely kinky. Unfortunately, my wife doesn't want anything to do with me physically, at all—she has totally shut-down. And even though I'm in very nice shape and fairly attractive, I still work long hours and have little time to go out looking. I have to get lucky and stumble upon someone—easier said than done. So of course, now my mind is wandering to my mother in law, Maryann, and her ass. Still a nice little figure, even at her age, and now no crazy husband to fear. I know she was a tease (and believe she was serious), and I couldn't help but wonder if her thoughts were still as hot as they used to be towards me. And now that she was visiting now and then, I made it a point to try and find out—how "wonderfully wrong" of me. If she still had any fire at all, this could prove to be fun.
Maryann was staying over for a weekend during the summer. My wife brought her over on a Friday afternoon, and after I got home from work Maryann and I sat on the deck sharing a bottle of red wine as my wife prepared dinner. I had always joked around with her, being vaguely flirty at times and saying very funny, but irreverent and shocking things. Now, I decided to be much more forward with her. We had both had a couple of glasses of wine, so my words came out easily. She had on a pair of jeans with sandals and a yellow t shirt. She looked trim and pretty damn good for someone in their mid-seventies.
We were laughing and chatting when I made one of my irreverent comments and asked her if she put her clothes away in the spare bedroom yet, including her panties. She giggled and said "I sure did!". And the conversation went from there...
Are they little or big, old-lady bloomers?
They're small!
Really? How small are they? Are they sexy?
Of course!
Well, I want to see them!
OK, I'll show you when we go inside!
This conversation went quickly, and we were laughing the entire time. She was loving the flirty attention, and I was getting her comfortable with me being more forward; she was enjoying every minute of it. Sure enough, after dinner, I happened to walk by the spare bedroom, and she called out to me, held up a pair of small, pastel-striped panties and said "Hey Jack, you see, these are small, right?"
Wow! They're pretty hot for an old bag!
Hey stop that, I'm not so old. You're getting up there too buddy!
You'll always be older, but I have to admit, you still look great. And it's good to see you again.
She walked over and kissed me on the cheek and whispered. "You don't mean that." I immediately whispered back, "Oh, yes I do." As I whispered back I placed my right hand on her waist and gave it a little squeeze. I could swear she leaned into it.
My wife came by soon after and asked what we were yapping about, and I said, "Just making sure the old lady has her clothes put away." She's all set in here."
The next day, Saturday, was beautiful out as well and in the morning my wife took Maryann out shopping. That afternoon, I was lying out on the deck, getting some sun when they arrived home. Once again, we had some wine, but this time my wife was with us, so I didn't have a chance to steer the conversation the way I wanted. But that evening, we moved a bit further on—actually a lot further on.
My wife was inside cleaning up from dinner, then on the computer for a bit, then in the shower. This left Maryann and I alone to chat for a good 45 minutes. I thought now might be a good time to steer the conversation to a new place. We were talking about getting some sun and I told her I wished I could sunbath nude on our deck, and that I missed not having the nude beach to go to—they shut it down to nude sunbathing. She continued...
You did that? You like being nude with all those people around?
Of course. It's a wonderful feeling being nude. I love it.
"I would do that!" She continued.
Really? That's great. You enjoy being nude?
