My wife was the oldest of 11 children. I had met her in the big city when she was 18, just turning 19 when much for her family moved to the Eastern shore of Maryland to live in the rural countryside.
Her mother did not like me very much in the beginning as I had been married before. She was quite "religious" at the time and hardly managed to talk to me as I courted her daughter.
My wife Della and I were married after a year of courting. Due to her mother's raising, she was a virgin when we married though I had given her a lot of oral sex, she jerking me off with a sock on my cock.
Her mother, Mary, warmed up to me after 10 years of marriage. The magic number I suppose when she figured our marriage was secure for the long run. By the time 20 years rolled around I could even say she was funded me.
Now, in the mix of these 11 children was John. John was a healthy and well-rounded young guy until he reached his 19th birthday and he began to suffer from seizures. A brain tumor was found to be the cause. The operation helped little in stopping the seizures. His health continue to fail and by the time he was 27, he was confined to a bed that was placed in the dining room, I suppose you could call it, off the kitchen and adjacent to one of the back doors. Both rooms were open to each other with only old and scared 4 x 6 studs dividing them. There was a wall there at one time.
I wife's father, Mary's husband, and passed away when John was early in this 29th year. It was a sad time for all and my daughter and her mother had a difficult time with their "religious" beliefs. I felt at the time that her mother and I became a bit closer.
John required a lot of attention, and was the center of attention as his bed was basically in the kitchen and family life revolved around the many family members in the kitchen.
Time passed and there came a time when there were only two daughters and one son left living near Mary and John. Mary refused help from anyone, though I would travel there at least twice a month to check on her. It was always an unnecessary trip, perhaps a quick to the market, but I did it because it made my wife feel better.
There came a time when my mother-in-law had the notion she was a healer. Things were happening with John that she insisted was because of her hands laid on him. I never got the impression religion was involved in this feeling process.
There came a time when I was having trouble with my shoulders and during a weekend visit, with most of the family there, she suggested I get on "her" table and let her have a go at making my shoulder problems go away. Her table was in the next room which was an extension, divided by chimney/potbelly stove and staircase. of her bedroom in the old house. Actually, it was the living room, the bedrooms upstairs, but Mary needed to be where she could help John 24/7. It was out of sight of the rest of the family mingling in the kitchen, though we could converse very easily with them.
I was 32 at the time and Mary, I figure, was in her early 50s. I lay on her table as she murmured under her breath and squeezed, massaged and poked at my shoulders. Me and a few others in the kitchen were joking about their mother's ability, much to her scorn. Quite embarrassingly, I developed a hard-on which was quite noticeable through my jeans. I watched my mother-in-law closely to see if she had seen it. A bit of time passed and I concluded she had seen it but was ignoring it.
Ignoring it, until she reached down and squeezing it quite hard through my jeans. She slapped it smartly and promptly left me, returning to the kitchen. As she intended, I was quite sure, my cock withered. I left the table and returned to the kitchen. We avoided eye contact most of the afternoon, until Della and I, and our two kids, said goodbye.
I had found the incident humorous and for a few days pondered what my mother-in-law must have thought or was thinking about the incident.
Now, when I made my trips to visit her and John, I rarely called and she never made any comment to advise be otherwise. On a Tuesday, I was off from work and told my wife I was going to visit her mother and John. She was pleased. I had breakfast on the Eastern shore and pulled into my mother-in-law's yard about 10:30 AM, seeing her Crown Vic in the yard assured that she was home.
Walking up the ramp on the right side of the house, I took note that the three windows had the curtains drawn and the door had a shade pulled down. I glanced back at the car wondering if someone, daughter her son, had picked her up to do some shopping. That would have to mean someone else was with John. But why with the curtains drawn?
As the pane glass in the windows were thin, I hammered on the wooden part of the door as was my custom. Apparently the shock to the door, caused the shade of the door window to fly up, causing a flapping sound as it reached the top.
I was shocked to see my mother-in-law looking up at me, with a deer in the headlight expression on her face, as she straddled John's midsection, her dress hiked up and blossoming out around her.
It took a few moments to determine, but there was little doubt, that Mary was having sexual intercourse with her in-firmed son, John.
Giving the lady credit, showing no concern, she lifted herself off John, putting one foot on the floor and then the other, leaving John's erection sticking through his briefs to the open air. It listened wet. After opening the door for me, I heard disgruntled murmurings from John. Noting there was one more window, framed on the back corner, also had the curtains closed. I saw Mary's underwear wrapped over the headboard in the corner.
Mary offered no greeting, but turned and walked into the kitchen to the sink and stood there with her hands to her face. I wondered if she was crying. She stood there for the longest time and I pondered if I should just go away, but finally she turned.
"Good morning, Press." Mary greeted. "Why don't you fix yourself some tea. Let me finish up here and we will talk."
I watched my mother-in-law fetch a chair and place it midway of the bed. She sat down voicing comforting words to John and began stroking his cock. I tried to concentrate on boiling water and finding the teabags, my attention constantly being drawn to his soft moans and noises from John as his mother stroked his cock.
It did not take long and I soon heard a familiar grown of male orgasm. Mary reached into a bucket I had not seen and retrieved a washcloth, squeezed it dry and cleaned John and her hand and wrist up. She tucked his limp cock back into his briefs, whispering to him that now he would feel better and for him to go to sleep.
Before I sat down at the table, I had made 2 cups of tea, one, the way Mary liked hers. She sat down in front of her cup, gazing around at everything except me.
"About a year and a half ago," she began, "I was bathing him and he got an erection. He began giving me a really hard time. He's always been difficult, but that time he was just flopping around, his penis rock-hard. It is very hard to understand what he says, but I've gotten a lot better than most of the children. After listening very close, I was convinced I heard him say "touch it". I did and he calmed right down." She took a few moments to compose herself. "Needless to say I was shocked but I began stroking it and even put the head in my mouth. It only took a few minutes before he shot off. I've been doing that at least twice a day and sometimes in the middle of the night since that first time. It calms him down tremendously, believe me!"
I sipped my tea and studied my mother-in-law. I wanted to ask her why she went beyond the call of duty...to suck it. Such a stiff and uptight woman I had thought her to be. Now, I found out that she not only masturbated her son, but had succumbed to taste the fruit herself. I pondered whether to ask when she had started riding his erection or wait to see if she would eventually tell me. I sipped my tea and waited. I thought of her walking around panty-less. She excused herself and headed for the bathroom.
