A few weeks had passed since that hot weekend in May. We had seen each other on numerous occasions since but it was never spoken about. I often think back over that weekend from start to finish. From the moment she was lying the glistening in the sun in just that tiny bikini looking at pictures of different sized shaped cocks (her thoughts clearly on my cock as she glanced over) and what she would do with them to the moment we lay feeding on each other kitchen floor. Her lips around the head of my cock sucking every last ounce of cum out of me whilst at the same time having her pussy over my face drip feeding me her juices. How could our relationship ever be the same.
I'll tell you, although this was never spoken about, things between us were very different. We had entered a world of lust, a world of tease, a world want and greed for each other. When I was around, she changed, she turned into an animal, a cock craving beast, the look she gave me that put me under her control and she knew it, she sensed me and knew when she had me.
Things were back to 'normal' they had to really, we only seen each other on family occasions, these were weekly get togethers, often for dinner, or just on an evening to meet and catch up. Although things were back to normal in one respect things were very different in another. No matter what she was wearing, when I looked at her I couldn't help but have that vision of me turning around in the shower to be faced with her soaked naked body just inches away from me. How could i forget that, the water from the shower running down her naked body over every curve of her body.
Things were so different between us in such a normal environment, the family was always there, we were never alone yet that chemistry between us was always simmering away.
The following week after 'that' weekend we visited for a family dinner. We hadn't spoke or seen each other since, I had no idea how I was going to react never mind how she was. She answered the door and greeted us with a hug each, I rarely got a hug but this time I did. Her hands almost feeling and caressing every muscle on my back, I held her close so I could feel her warm body on mine, she was wearing nothing special, jeans and a non revealing vest top but her heat radiated on to me, her nipples were hard, as was my cock, she must have been able to feel it against the inside of her thigh. She kissed me on the cheek as we parted. We sat diagonally opposite each other at the table. All along thinking what was going through each others minds, did we want to forget? Did we want to rip each others clothes off? The night passed with the normal family small talk.
Week after week we'd visit, it seemed she'd wear more and more revealing clothes or find ways in which to make me want her. She wanted me to lust over her or did she find pleasure in the tease and to both view my erection through my pants or for me to struggle to hide it in front of others.
She would wear a low cut top and spend the night sitting opposite me, constantly leaning over me showing me cleavage, at times so close my tongue could have reached out and touched them. She would eat ice cream and drop some on her cleavage letting me watch as it would slide down her breast leaving a wet slippery trail of white cream until it reaching her nipple that I'd see slowly harden and pierce through her top. She knew i would take great pleasure in licking it off. And boy was she right.
There were short skirts that would spend the night riding up getting higher and higher revealing if she wore stockings or suspenders. She even sat next to me on the sofa on this occasion bare legged, legs crossed, sitting so close we were touching, he bare thigh against me. At one point she straightened her leg over my lap to show me how her legs were getting stronger off her dancing classes, making sure it was resting over my cock, as if she was making sure I was turned on. I was.
Then what I call the banana night, we were sitting opposite at the table, she was stroking the inside of my legs with her feet occasionally rubbing her toes over my cock. whilst at the same time giving oral pleasure to a banana, I wanted to be that banana that night, as more of the banana that entered her mouth harder she pushed on my cock and harder it got. How nobody else noticed I will never know. But why would anyone think anything, she was my mother in law.
Then there was the time she had just came out the shower and had nothing on but a towel, I didn't see much of her that night but this was the first time we had really been alone. She was at the top of the stairs, the towel just covered her modesty, revealing her long legs and her small but firm cleavage. She just said hello, smiled and positioned her legs in such away they broke through the towel revealing as much as possible without actually revealing her pussy to me. As much as I wanted to climb those stairs, I didn't, she wanted me to follow her into her bedroom, she gave me the eyes, I didn't.
This was now becoming a game to her. I looked forward to my trips to her house. Whether it be for drinks in the garden or dinner, if I spent the full night in her company or just see her in glimpses. It was exciting.
The following night I got a phone call, it was her, asking me if I could come round and look at her computer. I knew nothing about computers, but I was the son in law, the youngest male around, I had a Playstation, so I knew everything about computers - or that was the perception. She had hit lucky, I'd just finished playing football and the pitches weren't far from where she lived so I was practically passing on my way home. So I agreed to come round to take a look.
She answered the door, no hug this time, probably the fact that I had sweaty football clothes on and she had what looked like a brand new summers dress on. It was light blue in colour, buttons all the way up the front with the bottom two buttons undone and the top two also undone. It went down to mid thigh in length and at the top would button quite high up but with the top two buttons undone left a little cleavage on show but wasn't to revealing.
I took my trainers off at the door that left me with football socks, shorts and a zip up tracksuit top on. I had taken my top off and returned it to the team I was playing for so just had my tracksuit top on.
She led me up the stairs, I followed closely behind watching her finely toned legs and her arse that moved side to side as she climbed the stairs. nothing to see, but plenty to think back on and I was actually now following her up the stairs that I had resisted the night before, maybe this was her way of making sure I didn't get one over her.