My British Mother in Law

My mother in law, or MIL, is a white haired former redheaded 76-year-old widow who lives in the North of England. She is a feisty individual and although the years are catching up with her, keeps herself active and regularly goes to the gym, chops up wood for her wood burning fire and is strong both in body and character. She is one of those you know not to cross unless you have a death wish.

She has said many times over the years I have known her, that she hates people who cheat on their spouses etc. and I have always been very cautious with her because of it.

She is an attractive lady, notwithstanding the many wrinkles. For a few years I had the hots for her but never dared act on it, or even broach the subject.

One day I remember putting my arm round her while we were looking at something and she didn't complain and actually put her arm around me. I have no idea what was going through her head, but for me I was tingling. I can remember every bit of the connection and enjoyed the feel of her body next to mine immensely.

That was the start, I think. After that, we got touchy feely towards each other, but that was as far as it went. We kissed and had a hug when meeting and leaving, always on the lips, but only a peck. This went on for about a year or more.

I enjoyed the connection and had lots of fantasies about what could happen, but it was an absolute non-starter. However, I pursued it in a very very low key way, because it was kind of exciting. The chase is often the most enjoyable part and I could do that without any real problems as long as I didn't overstep the mark.

I flirted, even if only very subtly and she seemed to like it. I remember saying "Hi gorgeous" when she arrived once and she commented that she hadn't been told that for years. So, I kept it up taking every opportunity.

We got closer over the months and I could tell there was a connection over and above the MIL - son in law thing. However, I still reckoned I would get slaughtered if I overstepped the mark.

When something is forbidden, it makes it even more attractive. That she was 'family', my MIL and that she would kill me if I tried it on, made it even more compelling and exciting than any regular attraction.

It always blew hot and cold. Sometimes she would be quite distant and I didn't push it. Other times, she seemed full on tactile and I just soaked it up. Looking back, I think she was conflicted between what she wanted and what she should do and kept reigning it in when she felt guilty, then letting her emotions take over again and get touchy-feely once more.

I was kind of the same, but because I never imagined in a million years it would amount to anything, so just went for it and enjoyed the whole thing. I have to say it was me pushing more than her, but she went along with it and welcomed it in the most part.

Occasionally I would go a bit too far, like the time I kissed her a bit too long and hugged her a bit too long. She told me we shouldn't be kissing and I took the hint and backed off for a week or so. But then she would get giddy again and I got back into it.

Anyone looking on would likely spot the connection between us, but my wife thought it all a bit amusing and never said anything really, although she once commented I got on better with her mum than her.

Anyway, we generally got on like a house on fire. We were pleased to see each other and I could tell in her voice she was pleased when I phoned her for some reason. Now this didn't square with her stated feelings about cheating between spouses so I was still very cautious in my approach. I had to make the assumption that there was a line she was happy to play along up to, but no further.

I started joking with her about French kissing as reward for doing things for her round her home. She blew me off but I stuck with the joke and eventually she would laugh rather than tell me off.

There were lots of little things happen which in themselves were nothing, but taken together in this context amounted to something. One occasion was when she wanted her feet massaging. My wife volunteered me, saying I would enjoy that. She was joking, but I actually did enjoy it and so did my MIL by the look on her face and the noises she made.

I had nearly half an hour of rubbing, and caressing and massaging and fondling her feet with foot cream, getting in between the toes. I reckon she would have let me do it forever. She had her eyes closed, head laid back and cooed the whole time. In my mind it was a full body massage and I loved it.

Another time my MIL was trying on some outfits for an event she was attending. Me, my wife and MIL were at the top of her stairs while she was selecting an evening dress. My wife had me zipping up and unzipping the dresses to assist with the process. One of them was zipped quite low and I took it all the way, which went down to her pants and beyond.

Every time I imagined I was helping her undress before we got naked together. She has a freckled back and I just about memorised every one as I unzipped as slowly as I dared.

What made it even worse was that her pants were lacy and see through. They didn't fit the image of a grandma. But I was discovering more and more, that what was on the surface was quite different than what was underneath, literally and figuratively.

The icing on the cake on that occasion was when she actually asked me to unclasp her bra as she wanted to try on a strapless dress and couldn't be bothered doing it herself, or so she said. I flicked it open with one hand in an instant which got comments from both of them. I was already having trouble keeping things calm in my trousers and that made it worse. I loved every second though.

I tried to position myself so I could catch glimpses of her undressing in the mirrored wardrobe doors in her bedroom, but no such luck.

Around Christmas, I wrote my car off and needed to buy another. My MIL helped me out by paying off my previous car loan which enabled me to buy a better car and one that I love. I told her she deserved a BIG kiss for that and the next time I saw her, I managed to get her on her own and told her she was about to get her reward. She broke into a huge smile and almost jumped at me, put her arms around me and I kissed her, closed lips, for what seemed like ages.

It went on and on and on to the point where I was wondering if I might try opening my mouth and turning my head sideways. She eventually broke off but we must have been there about 20 seconds which doesn't sound much but was about 40 times the norm.

I thought after, that that was what she wanted to do but couldn't normally, but the gift from her and my way of saying thanks gave her permission and she went for it. The next time we met I was looking for an opportunity for another such kiss but it was the opposite, she was quite distant towards me and I saw then, as I did other times, this hot and cold situation that I knew was the conflict in her.

Over time, the things that happened got more frequent and closer, but the pendulum swung the other way more extreme also. One day she would be very close and warm and then nearly bite my head off the next.

My MIL had a thing about others cheating, and the fact that it would be her daughter she was cheating on made it a million times more of an issue. However, one day it all boiled over in dramatic fashion.

I had gone round to her house for the day on my own to help clear the garage out. My wife was working from home and I had the day to myself with my MIL. When I went to the house, the door was unlocked so I went straight in. She was stood in the kitchen waiting and it seemed a bit strange.

I locked the door as usual and went in to say hello, which was normally the usual peck on the lips and a hug. This time was different. She came to me and lifted her arms and put them round my neck; we'd done that before a few times. But when I kissed her this time, she clung on for a second or two longer than usual.

When she broke off, I said "that was nice" and went in for another, but this one lasted longer. I broke off after about 5 seconds, knowing I was blushing but said that was even better. This time she went in to kiss me and stuck there.

After another 5 seconds we broke off and I said that if she did that again I would not be held responsible for my actions; that she was far too attractive for me to be able to control myself. She laughed then promptly went in for another.

When we broke off that one, I told her I love her kisses and couldn't get enough. Normally I wouldn't have dared say anything like that but I felt I'd get away with it given what was happening. She said she loved mine also and we kissed again but this time it was a snog rather than kiss.

We kept breaking off then going straight back in for the kill. Both of us were laughing nervously, with her telling me we shouldn't be doing this and me telling her I wanted to do it forever.

Very soon there was no pretence about what was happening. No more beating about the bush. We were snogging and we shouldn't be and it was completely wrong, but we were doing it anyway, both willingly.

I turned her so her back was to the kitchen units and pressed myself up against her, squashing her body between the unit and mine. I could feel myself getting an erection and so could she as I was pressing it into her. I kept kissing her lips and neck and my hands were up and down her back and eventually onto her arse.

For a 76-year-old, her body is amazing. It is pretty firm, if wrinkly in parts and not much droopy skin. I'd always admired her arse from afar and how pert and firm it looked. This time I had my hands on it, squeezing and using it to hold and pull her into me harder.

The passion had gone from minimal to 100% in about 2 minutes. I had only ever had firm puckered lips before this day but now they were soft, wet and open and our tongues were entwined. Don't ask me why, but my brain would never previously allow me to consider that anyone 'old' could be passionate.

I always imagined that they were way past that, that they were grannies and that was all over. What I was experiencing was a full-on passionate snog with a mature woman who was breathing heavy and kissing as hot as a teenager on heat.

It was all happening very fast. There was clearly a lot of pent up emotion coming out here on both our parts. As we kept on breaking off, I would tell her how much she was always in my mind, how much I wanted her, how attractive I found her, all the while going back in for more kissing.

The most memorable and exciting thing was hearing the noises she made. She was breathing heavy and as I kissed her lips and neck; she was making noises like I was fucking her. It just progressed from there. She was pressing into me, feeling my cock as I pressed it into her. All deniability about our intentions were now gone and we were both clearly doing stuff we shouldn't.

The issue that I think crossed both our minds, certainly mine, was where do we go from here? I don't know about my MIL but I hadn't really given such a scenario much thought. Do we make it sexual and physical, or leave it at the kissing stage? The answer was kind of answered when she reached down and grabbed my cock through my jeans.

That prompted me to put my hand under her top and cup her best. Her nipple hardened up very quickly and I soon had my hand inside and scooped out her soft C cup breast into my hand. It developed even more quickly from there and we were tugging at each other's clothes.

We'd clearly gone over the top at this point so I said let's go upstairs. As she took me by the hand and led the way, I could hardly believe this was happening.

We quickly got undressed and straight down to fucking. There was no foreplay; the nearest we got was when she took hold of my hard cock as I lay above her open legs, and she stroked it a couple of times as she guided me into her welcoming pussy.

She'd had both her hips replaced in the last 10 years and so I knew we had to be a bit careful. Notwithstanding, she was a very vocal, active partner. She took charge of the whole thing. She told me what she wanted, where she wanted it, how she wanted it and then did it all to me too. There was no stopping this woman.

There was no mistaking her orgasm either; half the street may have been aware. She is the noisiest partner I've ever had. But I like that. I held off as long as I could but came soon after her. I don't think we were more than 5 minutes max in total after we got upstairs.

We laid there cuddling for about 10 minutes then she got up and cleaned up but came back into bed. We kissed and talked for about half an hour. We both felt guilty but also had strong feelings for each other. It was an impossible situation as it would be devastating for many folks if our secret got out. So, we both vowed to keep it between us.

I wasn't sure if this would be a one off. But we both got aroused again and made love this time rather than a primal fuck. We took our time, but it was still intense and noisy.

This time I got to look at her naked and take it all in. We also got to mix up the positions a bit. We had to be careful not to spread her legs too wide but we got into a way of doing it, adapting what we might otherwise have done, so that we could relax in our love making.

Although my MIL had wrinkles on her face, there were very few elsewhere. Her breasts weren't pert but neither were they floppy. They were soft though and her medium sized mid brown nipples were hard when played with or aroused. Her breasts had nice separation between and looked wonderful hanging down on to my chest when she was straddled me and we kissed, or sat up impaled on my cock and grinding her groin into mine.

Her ass, although round and peachy was probably not as firm as it once was, but it felt good to hold, When I fucked her from behind, the slapping noise sounded wonderful and her arse moved in waves to my thrusts.

She was clearly aroused enough to be wet down there. Apart from putting spit on the head of my cock before I entered her pussy for the first time, she needed no additional lubrication and it was just like fucking a much younger woman.

Her pussy was not trimmed at all; her bush was short but wild. It was vaguely strawberry blond going a bit white and her full crinkly lips were clear through the fluff. They started off as closed before my cock went in but when we got to the point of doing it doggy, they were open and glistening with our combined juices. She wasn't tight down there like a teenager there but there was enough grip to make me think I was fucking someone half her age.

We took our time, experiencing each other, getting as close as could be. Age is just a number when you have a sensual, sexy woman in bed. This one is a live wire and experienced enough to know how to please and be pleased.

The wardrobes in her bedroom are mirrored. I positioned her, near the end of our session, so she was sideways on as I fucked her from behind. We both watched in the mirror as my glistening cock disappeared into her and her hanging breasts rocked with my thrusts. That was enough to tip us both over the edge to an explosive orgasm.

When I eventually pulled out, my cum dribbled out onto the bed and left a stain. She said she was going to keep it there as long as she could as a reminder. I actually took a photo of it later and then sent her a copy, which I think she appreciated or at least made her laugh.

We eventually got cleaned up and dressed and I went to finish the work I came here to do. Whenever she came out to see how I was going on, or I went into the house for something, we would quickly get into a passionate kiss. We were like teenagers who couldn't get enough of each other.

It was hard leaving at the end of the day. I wish I could have stayed over but that was not an option. A couple of days later we got chance for some alone time again and we spoke for an hour or so. We agreed that we shouldn't have gone there or done what we had, but we can't turn the clock back. However, within a couple of days we started back on the intimate kissing whenever we could.

She has turned into an outrageous tease. Whenever she gets chance, if with others around, she has me do stuff like give her neck a massage or feet, or help her choose clothes etc. where it turns into a very non-contact sexual experience. If we are on our own, she is pressing herself against me and fondling my cock and lifting her top to show me her latest underwear.

I have no one I can share this with and be confident it wouldn't get out, but I need to share. Hence this anonymised tale which is highly unlikely to be seen by anyone who would identify me or my MIL. My lover is a granny and looks it on the surface; butter wouldn't melt. But I know different. She is a sexy wildcat underneath the granny clothes and wrinkles. She enjoys sex, is very sensual and noisy when having sex and when the dress comes off, wears sexy revealing underwear.

I'm not sure where all this will go, whether it will fizzle out, continue or go nuclear if we are discovered. For the time being however, we are just trying to keep it under the radar, whilst flirting and teasing and being as discreet as we can in public. We don't want to hurt anyone, which we are probably destined to, but determined not to do. It's fun but serious and I find myself laid awake at night sporting a raging hardon thinking about my MIL and wish I was between her legs.

This story isn't over. It is very current and our first fuck happened only a week ago. I will update how it progresses.

Ps. My MIL has just turned up at our house in her gym clothes, straight from the gym. They are tight fitting and she is sporting a camel toe and her nipples are sticking out through the thin top. She is stopping for tea and has asked if I will give her neck a massage later. Oh dear, I know I will get a hard on; I need to get my wife out of the way or it will get embarrassing.