My Wifes Mother My Mother In Law

My Wife's Mother, My Mother-in-law

My wife's mother, Carol, moved in with her daughter, Kathy, and her son-in-law, Michael.

After being married for five years, happy to be working from home, no more commuting, unfortunately, my wife worked from eight in the morning until six at night. Sometimes, she worked half a day on Saturday, too. Able to entertain myself, to be honest, with her nagging me to do things around the house, I enjoyed my alone time. I could concentrate on my work without interruptions.

Then, terrifyingly, everything changed when I overheard Kathy's telephone conversation with her mother.

"Sure, mom. I understand. That's not a problem. Move in with us. We'd love to have you. We have plenty of room," she said.

'What? Move in with us,' I thought? 'Is she serious? My wife invited her mother to live with us.'

I stood by the upstairs railing shocked while listening to my wife's telephone conversation with her mother. Kathy invited her mother, my mother-in-law, Carol, to live with us without even asking me. With her having already gone to work, I didn't have the chance to discuss this with her.

I couldn't wait for her to return home tonight so that I could have a conversation with my wife about her mother. Not wanting to bother her at work, it would be hours before she returned home. While mulling it over in my mind, I spent hours being angry with my wife. I needed to nip this in the bud so that her mother could find other accommodations. Maybe she has a friend that she could move in with instead of moving in with us.

I couldn't wait to talk to my wife about her mother. I couldn't wait to put my foot down and tell her no. I don't want her mother living with us. There's no way that her mother is moving into our house. With my wife gone 50-hours a week, I'm happy living alone.

Then, surprising me, several hours later, around noon, I heard the beep, beep, beep sound of a truck backing up in front of my house. I looked out the front window. Carol showed up with her small rental truck that carried all of her possessions boxed and ready to unload.

'What the fuck,' I thought while still peering out window? 'She's already here ready to move in. I don't believe this. My mother-in-law is moving in with us. She's ready to ruin my peace, my quiet, my privacy, my concentration, and my life. God damn it. Fucking Kathy. I can't believe she did this without even asking me,' I thought.

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This is only the second time my mother-in-law has been to our house, since we bought the house last year, she shocked me when she rang my doorbell, and I saw her Ryder truck parked in my driveway. Too late to stop her from moving in now, showing her a welcoming smile, I opened the front door to greet her.

"Carol. This is a surprise. Kathy didn't tell me that you were visiting," I said.

Surprising me, my wife's mother greeted me at the front door with a big smile, a loving hug, and a peck on the lips. Swooning with her hug and her kiss, her perfume made my knees weak.

"Sorry, I should have called. I suspect that Kathy didn't tell you that she invited me to move in with you until I can find other accommodations," she said.

She looked at me while waiting for me to say something. When I didn't respond, she continued.

"The truck rental called me today. They had a cancellation. I wasn't expecting to get a truck until the weekend," she said. "They said that if I didn't take the truck they had today, they may not have one this weekend."

Actually, now that I see Carol again, it's difficult not to notice, she looked good. She looked really good. For a fifty-year-old woman, she looked forty.

With her hair done and her makeup nicely applied, she looked even better than when she was dressed to kill with that low-cut and tight-fitting dress at our wedding. Showing off her sexy and shapely body, as if she was trying to outdo the bride, her dress fit her like the proverbial glove. She had one hell of a body, a better body than her daughter.

Instead of being dressed for moving, no doubt, expecting me to unload her truck by myself, she looked like she was dressed for work. Instead of wearing jeans, a sweatshirt, and sneakers, she wore a low-cut blouse, a short skirt, and high heel shoes. This is too much. This is really too much.

My wife is taking advantage of my good nature. Not only is her mother moving in with us but also, she expects me to unload her truck, and carry all of her boxes in my house without having any help. That's asking a lot. That's asking too much. I have work to do instead of dealing with this lunacy.

Only, as if giving me an electrical shock, she jolted my attention at what she did next. Unable to stop staring at all that I was already seeing of my MILF of a mother-in-law, Carol wore a top with a plunging neckline that exposed her long line of sexy cleavage. Every time she squatted down with her knees parted and leaned forward, which was all of the time, to pick up boxes, she not only flashed me her low-cut bra and her cleavage but also, she flashed me her panties, too.

She dressed a bit younger for her age. She wore a short skirt and high heels that showed off her long and shapely legs. With me not even a leg man, but a breast man, I loved her legs as much as I loved her breasts.

'Kathy's mother has nice legs. Her legs are even better than her daughter's legs,' I thought. 'I love Carol's long, shapely legs.'

Then, I remembered Carol telling me that she used to ice skate. With her very active daily life, she still plays tennis, golfs, lifts weigts, does yoga, and rides her bike. Unbelievably, my mother-in-law was in better shape than her always working, couch potato daughter, who was 25 years younger than her mother.

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Surprisingly, Carol carried her weight. She helped me unload her boxes from her rental truck. Unable to stop staring, something that I thought I'd never see, every time she squatted down with her knees spread while at the back of the truck, she flashed me her panty clad pussy. When she leaned at the waist, she flashed me her panty clad ass. I stood behind her and leaned down with her to stare up her short skirt at her panties and her shapely ass.

'If it's not enough that I'm seeing her cleavage and her bra, she's flashing me her panties,' I thought. 'I can't believe that I saw Carol's panty pussy and her panty clad ass. Her legs are as sexy as her big breasts and her ass is as round as it is shapely. Indeed, in the way that baby has back, my mother-in-law has back. She has a great ass. She has a beautiful body for a woman who's nearly twice my age.'

Giving me quite the upskirt show, tempted to take a photo of her shapely backside and frontside with my cellphone, I didn't dare. If it wasn't enough seeing her cleavage and her bra, I couldn't wait to masturbate over seeing Carol's panties. I loved seeing her sexy lingerie.

Every time she climbed up on the tailgate, with her short skirt climbing up with her, and with me staring up at her, she spread her long legs wide open to flash me her panty clad crotch. Every time she squatted to move down from the back of the truck, with her knees parted wide open, she not only flashed me her cleavage, her low-cut bra, but also, she flashed me her bright white panties again, too. I've never seen as much of my wife's mother as I am seeing now.

I walked closer to her and reached up my arms to help her down from the tailgate. With her 5' 9" tall, and barely a hundred and twenty-five pounds, I carried her down from the tailgate. She felt so good in my arms. My mother-in-law felt better in my arms than my wife did. Then, with her not stopping me, when I lifted her down from the tailgate, I deliberately grabbed two, horny handfuls of the sides of her big breasts.

She has enormous breasts, double D cup breasts my wife told me when I asked her. Her tits are as huge as they are firm. I forgot how much I loved my mother-in-law's massive boobs. I'd love to watch her skipping rope without wearing a bra.

As if she was my wife, I loved holding my mother-in-law in my arms. As I moved her to the ground, I slowly slid my hand down along her shapely backside. After feeling the sides of her breasts, and with her not stopping me, I couldn't believe that I dared myself to feel her firm ass through her short skirt.

'Oh, my God,' I thought. 'Now glad that she was moving in, I never expected to see as much of my mother-in-law's sexy lingerie as I'm seeing now. I can't believe I felt the sides of her blouse and bra clad breasts. I can't believe I felt her ass, too. My wife's mother is sexier than my wife. I should have married her mother instead of her daughter,' I thought.

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Something that I had masturbated over for months, it was then that I remembered dancing with Carol at my wedding. With the both of us having had too much to drink, when I danced off with her away from the crowd, I moved my horny hand lower from the top of her ass. As if she was my newly married bride instead of my wife's mother, I cupped, felt, and squeezed her shapely buttocks through her dress. Then, surprising me, not stopping me, she allowed me to move my hand to the front of her to feel her gigantic breasts.

With me being a breast man, I loved Carol's humongous breasts. I only wished that Kathy had inherited her mother's double D cup breasts instead of her having modest B cup breasts. While kissing me, she parted my lips and French kissed me. My mother-in-law not only allowed me to stick my tongue in her mouth but also to stick my horny hand inside of her low-cut dress to feel her naked breast and finger her erect nipple. Careful not to be caught, we moved away from one another.

Yet, the fact remained, something that I never expected to happen, I wanted my wife's mother as much as she seemingly wanted me. Now that she was moving in to live with us, I could only imagine what may happen. Chalking it up to the both of us being drunk at the reception, surely, something like that would never happen again. Yet ever since I French kissed my mother-in-law, felt her ass, and stuck my horny hand down her dress to feel her naked breast and finger her erect nipple, I masturbated over that day.

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Giving me quite the unexpected down blouse peeks of her cleavage and her low-cut bra, and upskirt views of her panties, I couldn't wait to masturbate later tonight and tomorrow morning over my MILF of a mother-in-law. If she was going to continue to flash me all that I shouldn't see of her, perhaps, it won't be as bad as I thought it would be living with my wife's mother. I already had an erection from seeing her pussy mound, her camel toe, her pussy slit, and her patch bushy, brown, pubic hair through her sheer panties.

Not knowing that she was going to live with us, now that I knew, I was reluctant for her to move in with us. Had I known that Kathy had intended to ask her mother to move it with us, I would have put my foot down and told my wife that I didn't want her mother living here. Preferring to live alone, I feared that I'd have to entertain her. She talks a lot and, when working, I need to concentrate. Yet, her living with us was better than I thought it would be while having her as a permanent guest in our home.

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Something my wife and I both hated to do, freeing our time to do other fun and more important things, Carol did all of the mundane, daily chores. She did all of the cleaning, the dusting, the vacuuming, the laundry, the cooking, the grocery shopping, and she ran all of the errands. She was like having a live-in maid. Moreover, with her saving her money by not having to pay rent, she loved her new living arrangement.

Shocking me as much as she continued exciting me, accustomed to my morally modest wife, her mother was as immoral as she was immodest. With Kathy always wearing a bathrobe over her long, flannel nightgowns that buttoned to her neck, her mother was comfortable spending the day wearing her short, sheer, low-cut, and sexy nightgowns. The only time she got dressed was when she had to go out to do food shopping or to run errands.

'I can't believe the nightgowns that she wears. Tempted to touch her and feel her through her nearly transparent nightgowns, I can see her as if she's naked. I wish my wife would dress as sexy as her mother,' I thought. 'I couldn't wait to add to her nightgown collection and buy her a sexually revealing nightgown for her birthday.'

Moreover, with my wife already gone to work, as if I was a stealth ninja while spying on my mother-in-law, I snuck out to the hall to watch Carol undress and dress. With her thinking that I was still in bed, she undressed with her bedroom light on and her bedroom door wide open. Fortunately for me, able to hide in the darkness, her bedroom light didn't illuminate the hall. I stood outside of her room stroking my erect cock while watching her remove her nightgown.

'She's naked,' I thought. 'My mother-in-law is naked.'

I watched her walk around her bedroom naked while gathering her clothes. Then, every morning, she stood in front of her full-length mirror while turning from side to side to stare at her naked body. She checked her breasts for lumps. Then, she sat at her vanity table naked while brushing her shoulder length hair one-hundred strokes with each hand.

Tempted to walk in on her while she sat at her vanity table, I wondered what she'd do if I did. Would she scream? Would she yell for me to get out? Would she grab for something to cover her nakedness? I didn't know. Yet, I was content just to look and masturbate over later.

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With my wife having to get up early, she went to bed early while I stayed up late with her mother. We talked. We joked. We laughed. We played games. We watched television.

Whenever she walked in front of the TV in the darkened living room, I could clearly see through her sheer nightgown as if she was naked. Then, after my wife left for work, whenever Carol stood in front of the big bay, living room window to open the drapes in the morning, I saw all of her that I shouldn't see of her beautiful body. With the sunshine shining through her sheer nightgown, again, I could see through her nightie as if she wasn't wearing one.

With my house having an open floor plan, I could see from my chair in the living room into the kitchen. She had a habit of not turning on the kitchen light when in the kitchen. When she opened the refrigerator door, again, with the light from the fridge lighting her up as if she stood in front of a TSA X-ray machine at the airport, I saw through her nightgown as if she wasn't wearing one.

Having already seen so much of Carol, I wondered if she was flashing me unintentionally or deliberately. I didn't know. I couldn't tell. Yet, every day I saw something of my MILF of a mother-in-law's shapely and sexy, nearly naked body that I shouldn't see.

Whenever she vacuumed, with her leaning forward, she constantly and continually gave me down nightgown views of her enormous, double D cup, naked breasts. Whenever she squatted down with her knees spread to pick something up off the floor when she wore her short skirt, I saw her panties. Whenever she squatted down with her knees parted while wearing her nightgown, I saw her naked pussy.

I loved seeing her naked tits as much as I loved seeing her naked pussy. With her looking ten-years younger, to say that my mother-in-law didn't have a great body, a better body than her daughter, again, would be a lie. To say that I didn't enjoy seeing more of my wife's mother than I thought that I'd ever see would be a lie.

I sat in my reclining chair, and she sat on the couch across from me in her short skirt. Every time she slowly and sexily crossed and uncrossed her long, shapely legs, as if she was Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct, she'd flash me her panties. When she sat across from me while wearing her short nightgown, every time she crossed and uncrossed her legs, she flashed me her bushy, brown pussy. Sometimes she'd sit with her knees parted enough to flash me a continual up nightgown view of her naked cunt.

With her making me so horny, seemingly unaware that she was flashing me, and with her giving me more to Jerk off over, I stared at her pussy mound. While memorizing every detail of her naked cunt, I stared at her camel toe. I stared at her pussy slit. While counting every curly strand, I stared at her bushy brown, pubic hair.

Daring myself to do so, I'd love to move to her on my knees and fall between her legs. I'd love to finger her pussy while licking my mother-in-law's cunt. While hoping she'd return the favor of me giving her oral sex by blowing me, I'd love to give her an orgasm with my fingers and my tongue before giving her another orgasm with my cock.

To say that she made me horny would be an understatement. To say that I didn't masturbate over my mother-in-law while imagining her naked and having sex with me, would be a lie, too. To say that I wasn't enjoying this living arrangement wouldn't be true. I loved Carol living with me. I loved seeing all that I shouldn't see of my wife's mother.

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Whether deliberately or unintendedly, with Carol continually teasing me, I always had an erection. As if I had a pole in my pajama bottoms, my stiff dick continually tented them. Not having to get dressed unless I was going out somewhere, I stayed in my T-shirt and pajama bottoms without wearing underwear, and my Ugg slippers.

Daring her to look and to stare at me in the way that I looked and stared at her, I wanted my wife's mother to see my erect cock tenting my pajama bottoms. I wanted her to know that she had sexually excited me enough to give me an erection. Something that I never thought of doing and have never done, with me horny and perversely perverted enough to do so, in the way that she continually flashed me, I thought about dick flashing my mother-in-law.

Having never dick flashed anyone before, I wondered what Carol would do if I showed her my erect, naked prick. I wondered what her reaction would be to seeing my naked, erect prick. Would she look? Would she stare? Or would she look away in embarrassment and shame?

Then, I wondered, in the way that I touched and felt her, would she reach out and touch me while fingering the head of my prick with her manicured fingers? Would she wrap her long fingers around my naked prick and stroke me before taking me in her mouth to suck me? Or would she admonish me for flashing her my prick even after she's flashed her naked pussy and her naked breasts dozens of times? Would she tell my wife that I deliberately dick flashed her?

There was only one way to know what she'd do and that was to flash my houseguest my naked, erect prick. Daring myself to do so, I needed to dick flash Carol. I need to show my wife's mother my naked prick. I needed to know how she'd react. I needed to know if my mother-in-law wanted to see my naked, erect prick as much as I wanted to show her my stiff dick, and as much as I wanted to see her naked breasts and pussy.

With me an early riser and up before her, I always made the coffee. Then, as soon as she awakened, she sat at the dining room table half asleep while holding her head in her hands. She didn't perk up until she had her first cup of coffee and something to eat. Then, she sat at the dining room table reading the newspaper while I was on my computer checking my emails.

With her allowing me to stick my horny hand down the top of her dress at my wedding reception to feel her naked breast and finger her erect nipple, I double dared myself to show her by big dick. With her continuing to flash me her nearly naked body through her transparent nightgowns, how could I not flash her? Giving me even more to masturbate over, I wanted her to see my naked, erect cock.

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As soon as I heard her in the dining room, I brought her a cup of coffee and toast on a tray. Only, daring myself to do so, this time was different. I was as nervous as I was sexually excited. What if she thought that I had deliberately dick flashed, which is what I was about to do? What if she told her daughter, my wife, that I deliberately exposed myself to her?