I'm 70 years old now and I don't have sex as much as I used to. I do have some wonderful memories involving family members. I am aware that some are not interested in incestuous sex, but there are many, like me, who do love to read about it and given the opportunity, engage in family sex. This story is about my mother-in-law. She, of course, wasn't a blood relative, but I consider her family just the same. She's gone now, but she and I had some wonderful sexual experiences. There were others involving family members but this one is about my wife's mother. Her name was Thelma and she was born in 1914. Thelma was 50 years old the first time I ever met her in 1964. That was when my wife, Karen, introduced me to her parents. It happened at my wife's apartment. They had come to visit her with the express purpose of meeting me.
We went out to dinner after that but I like to think back about that first time because I was looking at the door to the bedroom in the apartment as I shook hands and thinking to myself... Mom and Dad it's so nice to meet you and if you'd turn around you'd be able to see the bed where I have been fucking your lovely daughter Karen every weekend. She sure does like to fuck and she even likes it in her ass. I think that's the main reason that I asked her to marry me because she really moans and trembles when I put her on her knees and slide my penis into her anus... well, as you probably have guessed, I didn't actually say that. But I wanted to.
I discovered later where it was that my wife got that sensitive anus. You guessed it... it was her mother. However, I am getting ahead of the story.
Nothing happened with Thelma until about three years after I got married to her daughter. I guess one could say that it started with the death of her husband Harold...my father-in-law. He was overweight... he had a heart attack. Too much meat and potatoes turned into a huge pot belly that he carried around. And then there was that big penis that he carried around as well. That probably tired him out too. He was never bashful about anyone seeing it when he took a piss. He never closed the bathroom door and I saw it more than once. It was about the same size as mine and mine isn't small. I do like penises and yes, that's a hint about my sexuality Don't get me wrong... I liked him and was sorry to see him go. Karen was pretty sad for a few weeks but then she pulled out of it and got on with her life. Thelma was pretty sad as would be expected, but for some reason didn't seem to take it as hard as his girls. It made we wonder about Harold and his daughters. My wife started almost immediately suggesting that Thelma move in with us because the kids didn't want her living alone in a small western Kansas town that was a long way from any doctors or even a grocery store. The nearest was over 30 miles away.
A few months after Harold's passing we were visiting Thelma and doing the same things that we always had done on a Sunday when we visited... get up, eat breakfast, get dressed, go to church, go home, eat lunch and then sit around watching TV. Well at least I watched TV. My wife and one of her sisters were yakking. Thelma was changing clothes after church and that was the first time that I was certain she did it.
She flashed her tits at me.
I'm not making this up. I had thought she had done it a few times in the past but I always convinced myself that it was just my imagination. I guess because I wasn't expecting it, that it took me awhile to catch on. My mother-in-law was flashing her tits at me!
From where I always sat to watch TV I could see her bedroom door. This was a small farmhouse. Not many square feet. Two bedrooms, one bathroom, one living room, and a kitchen. That was it. Sit anywhere in the living room and you can see both bedroom doors. Thelma had left her door ajar about 6 or 8 inches and was moving back and forth in the room... I could see her but wasn't paying attention until I happened to glance up and I saw her looking directly at me. She had opened the door a little more and I could see that she was barefooted and wearing a half slip and nothing else. As soon as I saw her she acted as if she hadn't realized I was out there and she gave a half smile with her hand to her mouth and turned away shutting the door at the same time. Shutting the door slowly, I might add. She didn't seem to be in a hurry to stop what I was seeing.
I guess I should give a brief description of my MIL before we go any further with this story because many times when I read accounts like this one, the woman is always depicted as a ravishing knockout... a Hollywood hottie with huge tits and an even greater sexual appetite. Thelma isn't ugly, but she sure isn't a smoldering sexual slut with pointed beach bunny tits that will put an eye out. At that time she was a fifty something farmer's wife. Short... a little wide in the hips... sturdy legs. She was a little overweight but certainly not blubbery obese like many women her age get. Her facial features were pretty but plain. Cupid's bow lips with slightly puffy cheeks. Starting to get a double chin but her skin was still smooth. Her breasts were one of her better features. Large but not bloated with fat. Pendulous, lovely tits with nipples that were hard to believe... thick, dark brown and at least half an inch long...probably more. They reminded me of my own mother's nipples. And yes... I lusted after my own mother. I admit it... but then that's another story.
As I was saying about Thelma... she was showing me her tits. There wasn't any doubt about it now. I was just sitting there in a recliner and staring at her bedroom door... and honest to god... she opened it again! Karen and her sister Judy had gone outside and were now chatting with the neighbor woman who lived across from Thelma and Harold. I could see them through one of the windows in the living room. They were yammering away about something. Anyway, I was still a little fazed by what I had just witnessed from my MIL. I started wondering if she'd do it again and what it was that she might be wanting? For some reason, it just didn't occur to me right then that she might want to fuck. Don't get me wrong... I am very sexually attracted to middle aged women. I always have been. You're probably wondering about me and my mother again, aren't you? Here's a hint... my mother is a middle aged woman with beautiful tits and she too is single now. I'll tell you more another time.
Sorry... another digression. Thelma opened the door and leaned out. Her tits swinging seductively. She looked back and forth and then at me. I was staring again... finally I looked at her and said softly, "They're outside." She looked right at me and smiled. Her arms fell to her sides and she just stood there wearing a white half slip and nothing else. She turned to one side a little and then back again to the other... like she was modeling her tits for me. Then she pursed her lips and pooched a kiss at me. You know... moved her head forward with a little pantomimed kiss. Then she closed the door again.
With almost every adult woman I meet, I make a quick judgment in my mind. I think most men do. Some just won't admit it. We make a decision. Would I like to fuck this woman, or not? We all have certain things in a woman that excite us. All of us are different. At the top of my list have always been mature women. And they don't need to look like a movie star. In fact the movie star types go lower on the list. I still want to slip my dick inside them, it's just that I am really attracted to the plain Janes more. I don't mean women who look like Quasimodo, I mean middle aged mother types. Like my mother... and my mother-in-law.
I was sitting there staring at the bedroom door. My penis got hard... very hard. I shifted my legs a little and adjusted it with my hands as I sat there. I was wearing walking shorts and I arranged things so the head of my cock just showed out from the hem of the shorts. I touched the head and felt a drop of precum as it oozed out. Took the slippery stuff on the tip of my finger and sucked it off. Then the door opened a little. Thelma was peeking out again. She glanced quickly at the window a few times and I realized that she was silently asking me if her two daughters were still outside. I glanced at the window and then turned to her and nodded rapidly... telling her they were still visible out in the yard. She was now looking right at my crotch and she opened the door more. At that point I decided that I was in all the way. I spread my legs even more and reached down to my crotch. My hard penis was peeking out now and I pulled the edge of my shorts back even farther so that its entire length was now showing. I stroked it slowly and looked at Thelma. I used both hands and pointed it right at her face. Now her lips were parted and her tongue was touching her lower lip. Her eyes moved back and forth several times from my engorged cock to my eyes. We stared at each other. I stroked my penis again. My heart was beginning to pound. She opened the door more. I could see that her breasts were now flushed and red. Her face and her throat were flushed as well. She reached up with both hands and took a nipple in each one... twisting... tugging. Her eyes were getting that far away look.
I was thinking... My god... what can we do? The girls are right outside. I really think that my mother-in-law wants to fuck and we don't dare. What if I just got up... stepped over to the bedroom door... turned her around... lifted her slip and mounted her? I was seriously considering that when Karen and Judy decided to come back inside. Thelma heard them at the same time I did. The door closed quickly. I shifted the recliner back down to the floor rapidly rearranged my cock and my shorts. It helped that my cock wilted like a deflated balloon.
I thought my heart would explode when they came into the room, chattering.
"We're going into town honey," said Karen. My heart was still pounding and I just nodded.
