Almost immediately after I started dating my wife, my most common sexual fantasy became making love to my mother-in-law, Marilyn. Every solo session revolved around some fantasy related to fucking her. When I made love to my wife, I thought of her mom. I practically became obsessed with the idea of having my mother-in-law in bed. Never in a million years, however did I think that anything sexual in nature would happen between us in real life. And then, came Thanksgiving...
My wife Linzie and I arrived at her parents house for Thanksgving, like we did every year. Marilyn greeted us at the door. I was very pleased to see that Marilyn was wearing one of my favorites of her wardrobe--a white sweater that hugged her breasts just right and accentuated them perfectly. I had of course, never seen her boobs, but I'd seen her daughter's plenty, and I'm guessing they were very similar, maybe a bit bigger and due to about 25 more years of gravity, a bit droopier than my wife's 36Cs. I knew with that sweater, I'd been stealing a lot of glances to compare and contrast.
Upon our arrival, Marilyn gave me a big hug, and I tingled as I felt her breasts push up against my chest. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and scurried off to the kitchen to finish preparing the Thanksgiving feast.
I sat down with Linzie's father, Jim, and her older brother Ben to watch tv, taking every chance I could to look out at the kitchen to catch a glimpse of my mother-in-laws ass or tits.
I noticed Marilyn was giggling quite a bit as she talked to her daughter in the kitchen, and she seemed to be slurring her words every once in a while. Then I overheard her joking that her and Jim had finished off a whole bottle of wine that afternoon. Jim implied, he had little to do with the consumption of that bottle. It was quite clear, my mother-in-law was just a little tipsy.
In about a half-an-hour, the men were called to the kitchen to eat. We gathered around the table and began to eat. However, right after she sat down, Marilyn realized she'd forgot to get some more wine. She said she'd we could start eating and that she'd go down to the basement to get another bottle of wine.
"I'll help you," I said without even thinking about it. I was hungry for much more than turkey.
Marilyn went down the cellar steps first, which gave me an excellent view of her big hips and curvy ass as they made their way down the stairs. Marilyn pulled on the chain light and asked, "so are you hungry?"
As she turned, my eyes had to quickly dart up from her ass, "very much so."
Marilyn went over to a cabinet and reached up for the wine. At 5'5" she was struggly to reach the bottle. To the rescue I came.
In that brief moment, I decided to say fuck it, I was going to risk my marriage, my in-laws marriage, I just couldn't help it, my obsession had taken over--I was going to make a move. I slid up behind Marilyn, gently touched her elbow, and put one hand on her hip. "Let me get that," I said as I pushed my lower half up against her bottom firmly. It would be hard to mistake it for anything but a pass. I took my time grabbing the wine, pushing forward even more into her ass. She showed no signs of resistance.
After pausing one more moment to enjoy the sensation of being pressed up against her, I pulled away, the bottle of wine in hand, and a HUGE bulge in my pants.
