Part 3 of a slow-burn development of a husband connecting with his mother in-law on multiple levels. Based on a true story, this series blurs the line between what did happen and what I only wish could have.
(...) Katie undid the top button of her sweater, then the second... the third. She reached down and across her stomach with both arms, grabbing the bottom of her sweater, and began to pull it over her head. The sweater paused slightly at her large, round breasts before lifting them slightly. Her breasts dropped and quickly bounced back, revealing an incredibly sexy black lace bra and the most full breasts I have ever seen in person.
I drank in the sight, trying to remember every curve, every cute little mole. The expression on Katie's face was nervous, yet filled with lust. My forty-five year old mother-in-law suddenly had the cute, innocent look from the original boudoir. I could see the confidence begin to grow in her face.
Katie reached down between my legs and abruptly slid my car seat back. She climbed on top of me, her breasts nearly pressing again my face. Katie slid back on my knees, unzipped my pants and reached for my cock. I was already rock hard, though securely behind my jean zipper. Katie grabbed my cock and, with a bit of a struggle, pulled it from my pants. Katie's mouth dropped for just a second.
"You're huge" Katie said in a soft, surprised tone. "Why the hell would Rachael..."
I cut Katie off. "Let's please not talk about Rachael."
Katie began to stroke my cock, slow, almost exploring it. I'm not the longest guy in the world, but I am very thick. Katie was using both hands, neither of which could fully close around it. Her look of lust intensified. Katie leaned down and used her tongue to play with the tip, flicking back and forth. I was rock hard - my beautiful mother in-law, partially naked, fervently playing with my dick. She was a pro. I swear, I could have cum right then and there.
Katie began to put her mouth around the tip and suck. As she bobbed up and down, her teeth began to scrape against my cock, just as her daughter's do (and every but one girlfriend prior). Katie pulled off with a "pop" and a worried look.
"I'm so sorry, I just... I've never played with someone this thick!" Katie began to trail off and play with, almost analyze, my cock again. "I don't know if this will even fit in me."
It was at that very point that I lost my composure. I gently grabbed Katie around the back of her head, just below her ears, and pulled her in for a kiss. Just like the blowjob, Katie was a damn pro, flicking her tongue back and forth hitting all of the rights spots at the right time. My mouth tingled and I had an adrenaline shock. I had no idea a kiss could feel like this.
I reached behind Katie and unhooked her bra. Katie sat upright, slowly pulling the bra off forward. I was momentarily stunned. Yes, of course her large natural breasts drooped slightly, but they still sat up on her chest, clearly still a bit perky with her hard nipples pointing upward. Even her nipples... they were perky and hard, large enough to play with and suck on, but still relatively small making her breasts appear even more full. How could she possibly be the mother of anyone, let alone my wife of the same age.
I drank in the sight, trying my best to sear this vision into memory.
Katie stood up, albeit very awkwardly as we were in the front seat of her SUV. She turned around, placing her massive round ass nearly in my face, and hooked her thumbs inside the top of her leggings.
At this point, the leggings were stretched so thin that I could see every detail - the dimples at the top of her ass, her large round cheeks, the few random dimples nearer the bottom of her ass, her prominant, swollen and round pussy, the outline of a still unknown piece of lingerie.
Katie pulled the leggings down over her massive ass and I immediately noticed two things:
One: Katie's pussy was bright red, already creamy and noticeably wet, barely covered by the lingerie.
Two: The unknown undergarment? It was an olive colored see-through mesh thong. Just like the one I bought Rachael not all that long ago, only smaller. Wait, "was this actually Rachael's thong? THE thong I bought for our anniversay fuck? How did..."
Katie interrupted my thoughts before I could finish them.
"Notice anything you're familiar with?" Katie chuckled. "Remember when your washer broke a few months ago and I helped Rachael do your laundry at my place? This was inside the load. It didn't look like Rachael's typical girly style so I asked about it. She told me that it was for you, for your anniversary."
