Camping with my Wife and her Mother
Camping under the stars turns into sex with my mother-in-law.
Something that I dreaded doing, I reluctantly went camping with my wife, Donna, and her mother, Diane. Before we were married, when her father was alive, they enjoyed camping together all of the time. I never understood their wanting to sleep outside in a tent with no plumbing or electricity. This time, with them not taking no for an answer, they insisted that I go with them.
"Trust me, Robert. Once you go camping with us, you'll want to go camping all the time. Being outside in the moonlight and under the stars, it's addictive," she said.
Not for me, camping was something that they enjoyed doing. My wife used to go camping with her dad and with her mother before her dad died. Not me. Even though I had never stayed overnight in a tent, I hated camping. I hate bugs. There could be snakes and all kinds of wild animals. My idea of roughing it is staying in a shoddy motel instead of a hotel with room service.
Having done this many times before, experienced campers, they had all of the gear, tents, sleeping bags, pots, pans, coffee pot, canteens, flashlights, first aid kit, and everything else that we needed to camp over the weekend. As if they were the macho men and I was the wimpy woman, they worked as a team and took care of everything. With me not knowing what to do and how to do anything, pounding the stakes in the ground, they set up the tent in a level wooded clearing that wouldn't flood should it rain.
They shoveled out a shallow hole, gathered stones to build a campfire, and asked me to forage for sticks and branches to start the fire. A chance for my wife to unwind, something she has seldom done, she surprised me when she polished off nearly an entire bottle of wine while we talked and laughed around the campfire. While I was still at the campfire with her mother talking, my wife who was wasted, was already in the tent and in her sleeping bag soundly sleeping.
My first time alone with her mother, I hung out with my mother-in-law. We talked and we laughed. I like my mother-in-law. She's fun, intelligent, and she's pretty. More importantly, difficult not to notice, she has enormous, double D cup breasts. I knew her bra cup size from her hanging her bras in her bathroom for them to dry.
Admittedly, camping was better than I thought it would be. Being outside in the dark with the stars overhead and with other campers, some with them had RV's, was fun. It was refreshing to be outdoors. We weren't totally alone, which I thought we would be, our campsite had several other tents, campfires, and people talking and laughing in the distance.
Then, when it was time for bed, dousing the campfire with water and stomping on it to make sure that it was out, Diane put out the campfire. I dare say that my wife and her mother were somewhat of survivalists who could survive outdoors. Whereas should something happen worldwide, I'd be hiding out in a supermarket.
Suddenly, as soon as the campfire was out, it was dark, really dark. Diane was going in the tent to ready herself for bed. Not knowing what to do, should I stay outside by the extinguished campfire while waiting for my wife's mother to undress and climb in her sleeping bag, or should I go inside the tent with her? Diane answered my unasked question when she told me what to do.
"It's late. C'mon," she said with a smile. "Let's get ready for bed," she said.
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Suddenly, horny, I was overwhelmed with sexual anticipation. Not knowing what to expect, with there not much room in the small tent, would my wife's mother undress in front of me? I mean, it was dark, but with the moonlight, I could still clearly see her. I hoped she'd remove her clothes while I watched.
Instead of the perverted thing for me to do, stare at her removing her clothes, perhaps, the gentlemanly thing for me to do was to turn around and not look and watch her undress. Was she expecting me to undress in front of her? I didn't know. If I did undress in front of my wife's mother, would she watch me remove my clothes in the way that I'd love to watch her remove her clothes. I didn't know what to do.
I imagined stripping myself naked in front of Diane. I imagined dick flashing her. I wondered if she'd look, stare, or look away. I wondered if she'd reach out and touch me. I'd love her to wrap her manicured fingers around my cock and stroke me.
Since this was my first time camping, I didn't know what the protocol was when undressing and getting ready for bed in such a small tent that had no walls and no doors, but for a zipper. This wasn't just any woman; this was my mother-in-law. Yet, unable to control myself from looking, especially with my wife soundly sleeping, I stared at my mother-in-law while wondering what she'd do. Surely, she wouldn't undress in front of me or would she? Perhaps, she'd sleep in her clothes.
She went in the tent and I followed behind her as if I was her loyal and obedient dog, or her husband instead of her son-in-law. Leading the way, she carried a lantern and, so as not to awaken my wife, she turned the light down low just before she entered the tent. Still, along with the moonlight, the low light from the lantern was plenty of enough light to watch my wife's mother undress. Hoping that she'd remove her clothes in front of me, I wondered if she'd undress.
Maybe, she'd strip down to her panties and bra. I'd love to see my MILF of a mother-in-law in her sexy lingerie. Maybe, she'd remove her bra before climbing in her sleeping bag. I'd love to see my wife's mother topless. Maybe, she'd strip herself naked before putting on her nightie. I'd love to see Diane naked. Whatever she removes or doesn't remove, I'll be masturbating over any of the above as soon as I return home.
Uncomfortably embarrassed, not wanting to miss anything, I couldn't help myself from staring. It was a small tent with nothing to hide behind. As if there was a drumroll of sexual anticipation going off in my head, I couldn't believe that my wife's mother was about to remove her clothes in front of me. Unable to look away, the ungentlemanly thing to do, unable to help myself, I continued staring while hoping that she'd undress.
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Shocking me as much as she sexually excited me, Diane wasn't shy, ashamed, or embarrassed to remove her clothes in front of me. As if I was watching an XXX-rated movie that starred my mother-in-law, I watched her slowly, sexily, and seductively remove her sweatshirt. As if she was undressing in slow motion just for me, I couldn't believe she was removing her sweatshirt while standing four feet from me in our 7' by 7' tent.
With the tent only 5' high instead, I had to slouch down while ducking my head. No doubt, with her knowing that I'd more than just look but stare, I wondered how far she'd go in undressing. Instead of uncomfortably standing, I sat on a stool that we brought. I stared up at her as if she was on stage at a strip club and I was a member of the audience staring up at her while watching her do a striptease.
Perhaps, this was part of the X-rated fun of camping. Perhaps, as long as you were camping, it was okay to watch your friends and/or your relatives undress. I wondered if all of the campers at the campsite went skinny dipping. Maybe, being naked in the woods was part of the allure of camping. I wondered if Diane was deliberately giving me a show of what I shouldn't see of my mother-in-law's sexy and shapely body.
My first time seeing anything of my wife's mother, other than her bra strap, or the side of her bra cup that peeked out beneath her buttoned buttons, seemingly, she removed her sweatshirt in slow motion. As soon as she lifted her sweatshirt to her waist, to the bottom of her bra, above her bra, to her shoulders, and off, I stared at her in her brassiere. Looking as if they were about to leap out, her double D cup breasts were squished in her low-cut bra.
As soon as she raised her arms over her head the tops of her areolas were already exposed. With her breasts pushed up as if she was wearing a pushup bra, definitely, she needed a bigger bra. Having never seen her naked breasts, already aware of her bra cup size when seeing her bras in the laundry hamper, I wondered if she had F cup breasts, triple D cup breasts instead of double D cup breasts.
Her breasts looked bigger than I had imagined. Indeed, she had humongous tits. I thought of the celebrity women that I knew who had F cup breasts.
Christina Hendricks from Mad Men and Good Girls immediately came to mind. She has natural F cup breasts. Then, I thought of Sofia Vergara from Modern Family and America's Got Talent. She has surgically enhanced and implanted F cup breasts. Whenever I watch those big breasted women on TV, I can't stop staring at the size and the shape of their big tits through their clothes.
Envious of Diane's breasts, I wished my wife had inherited her mother's big tits. Still more than a handful, Donna has modest, B cup breasts. Surprised that I was sexually attracted to and married a woman who didn't have breasts the size of her mother's huge tits, I've always been sexually attracted to big breasted women, especially big breasted, older women. Before I was married, no matter their ages, I only dated women with big tits.
Yet, until I saw Diana in her bra, understanding why I fell in love with Donna, there's more to love than just having big tits. Yet, now that I see my wife's mother in her sexy brassiere, I wish that I had married a big breasted woman. Now that I've seen the bra clad breasts of my mother-in-law, something that I never thought about before, I wished that I had married mother instead of daughter.
Perish the thought. What the hell am I thinking? I'd never marry a woman who's twenty-five-years older than me just because she has big tits. That's insane. That's lunacy. That's perverted.
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The first time I saw anything of my wife's mother, unable to look away, I stared at her while she immodestly walked around the tent in her bra. I stared at her tops of her meaty, jiggling breasts when she reached for something. I stared at her long, sexy line of cleavage when she leaned in front of me. No doubt, I'll be masturbating later over seeing my mother-in-law in her sheer and sexy, low-cut brassiere.
Unable to remove the huge sight of them from my horny eyes, having dated women with C cup and D cup breasts, especially when compared to her daughter's much smaller B cup breasts, Diane's breasts were enormous. She had the biggest tits that I had ever seen, not that I was seeing her naked tits, just her big breasts squished in her bra. Daring myself to do so, I wanted to feel her huge breasts through her bra. Yet, I could only imagine what she looked like topless.
Then, something I hadn't expected, as soon as she saw me staring at her bra clad breasts, her big nipples erected themselves through her bra. Not only did she have huge breasts but also, she had big nipples, too. I love women with big breasts as much as I love women with big nipples. Donna has small nipples. As soon as I saw the impressions of Diane' nipples through her sheer brassiere, my lips involuntarily turned into the shape of an oval as if I was imagining sucking them.
Exciting enough that I was seeing her in her bra, but something that I was surprised to see, her symmetrical areolas and her erect nipples were clearly visible through her sheer bra. If it wasn't sexually exciting enough seeing my mother-in-law in her bra but also, I saw her areolas and her nipples, too. Either she was cold or she was as sexually aroused showing me her bra clad tits as I was sexually excited seeing her in her bra. She not only had big tits but also, she had big nipples, too.
