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.
