As a reminder, my name is Grace. I am the writer of all the entries in this running journal, it is my photo of my bio, and it is with regards to my own life and experiences most of the stories recorded here relate. A year ago I visited my younger brother Robert for the holidays and during the time renewed my associations with his wife Anita and his mother-in-law Chantal, who all live together. Anita's mother is a lovely lady, and together they are an evidently very warm and happy family. I could tell that Robert was very happy and satisfied with his life, and always seemed very calm and pleasant when the women in his family were around.
One night Robert and I had some alone time and so we enjoyed a bottle of wine on the backyard deck. As the evening wore on and the wine continued to flow Robert would ultimately confess to me the reasons for his great satisfaction with his life. I recall for you here the story my brother disclosed to me of the joys and pleasures that he had found with his new family.
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My wife Anita and I met at university. As you know, we fell in love, and upon graduation were married. I was 24, and she was 22. A beautiful woman, I loved her classic Italian features. Her long dark thick hair, her pouty lips and large dark eyes, her well curved chest, hips and thighs. She was absolutely perfect for me, both physically and emotionally, and I welcomed the many years together we would share in our married life. I of course had met her family previously. Her parents were a warm and happy couple, her father Angelo having worked construction and her mother, Chantal, being a lifelong housewife. In the years that Anita and I dated something unfortunately occurred between her parents and they became divorced, with Anita's father leaving the family home to her mother.
On the day of our wedding, all the family gathered, and while the tension between her divorced parents was obvious, all interactions remained civil. My bride looked stunning in her wedding dress, her natural beauty magnified by the evening, her attire and the mood of the event. As well I could not help myself from noticing her Mother's natural charms. I had only ever seen her dressed as the conservative housewife. But tonight, presented at her finest, with her long black hair done up, professionally applied make-up, her long black evening gown, and her high heels, I saw how beautiful this women in her early 40's truly was. She was shorter than her daughter Anita, at 5'3", and a bit heavier, with broader hips, but not appreciably so, especially considering her age. But her main attraction, which she had always kept so well concealed during our previous encounters, was her ample bosom. Permitted to escape the enclave of her home, in a public setting Chantal exhibited to the world the voluptuousness of her body, with her ample cleavage clearly exposed. In fact, I found myself spending much of my wedding day simply resisting the urge to look at my new mother-in-law, particularly at the exposed flesh beneath her chin.
I danced twice with Anita's mother and holding Chantal around the waist her warm body felt like heaven in my arms. I could not help looking down at the exposed heavy cleavage only inches from my face. With her smiling up at me with her painted lips, with my hand able to feel the curvature of her back as it molded toward her ass, and with her boobs jiggling before me, I imagined her on her knees sucking my cock, clutching those big soft tits in my hands while giving them a good hard tit fuck, and of her raising her gown over her hips and bending over a chair to give me an excellent view of her curvaceous butt. Having to struggle to suppress my hard-on while dancing with Anita's mother and sister, I did however decide right then and there, on my wedding night, that I would conspire will all my charms, will and persuasion to make her my lover.
My goal was facilitated by my new step-mother offering Anita and myself the option of staying at her house until we saved up enough money to put a down payment on our own home. Chantal said that she had plenty of room in the house now with Monica attending private school in another State, and that she would actually appreciate the company, as the house seemed too big and lonely now. Anita and I had discussed the advantages of not having to pay rent for an apartment, which would allow us to save for our down payment much more quickly, and so we accepted Chantal's offer, taking Anita's old bedroom upstairs.
Anita had trained at University as a nurse, and soon had a job at the local hospital. She was required to work very long hours, usually starting early in the morning and often not returning home until supper time. She also had to work shift-work, sometimes working afternoons or through the night. I on the other hand had taken engineering and was now enrolled in a Master's program. I was paid a reasonable salary for the position, which involves helping the professor with Teacher Assistant (TA) duties, but the program was relatively undemanding on my time, typically requiring going to the University for courses and to perform research only a couple of days a week. Much was literature reviews and homework, which didn't require leaving the home. Thus, I found myself having a great deal of time alone with Chantal.
Chantal and I would spend mornings together, drinking coffee and chatting about our lives. We would also often go for long jogs as exercise, or go shopping together. We soon became well acquainted, getting along very well. She also became more casual in her dress style, often wearing tight jeans, or short skirts, and wearing low cut tops, T-shirts or sweaters without a bra. I made sure to keep my eyes away from her body when she could see me, but I certainly could not resist checking her out in detail when the opportunity presented itself. Her butt was well rounded in her jeans, and her legs were shapely under her skirts. Sneaking in her room I checked one of her bras for size. She was a 42 DD, much, much larger than my wife's 34 B cup. I watched Chantal's breasts jiggle under her sweaters when she walked or as they press hard against her T-shirt, and I frequently masturbated trying to imagine how those large breasts would feel in my hands, or wrapped around my cock.
Now that I had earned Chantal's friendship and trust, I had to figure out how to get her naked and into bed. Despite how beautiful and sensual she was, I knew that Chantal was a very lonely lady, and without a man in her life, I also knew that her body must ache with sexual desire. So I decided to let her decide when to approach me. Chantal typically woke up before me, while Anita had already risen and gone to work. And I also knew that Saturday was wash day, and Chantal did the bedsheets and other laundry on that day. When I laid in the bed too long she had come in before and simply stripped the bedsheets off of me, leaving me laying there in my PJ's. "Wake up lazy head and help me remove these sheets." She had said. So that Saturday I deliberately stayed in bed late until she came to whip off the sheets. I had a trick planned though. I had slept in the buff. I did weights and exercised quite a bit and I thought she might enjoy looking at my naked body.
When she pulled off the sheets I just laid there on my back, with my hands and arms folded behind my head, pretending to still be asleep. I heard her gasp. I waited with my eyes closed for her further reaction but there was none. She seemed to just be standing over me. Opening my eyes I looked up and her and said "Oh, Good morning Chantal."
