I don't have what you might consider to be a typical relationship with my mother in law, Anita...at least not since her last visit anyway.
Anita lives two states away from my wife, Karina and I.
We've been married for eight years now, and are lucky enough to own a spacious home in southern California. Every summer, my wife flies her mother in to stay with us for a month, sometimes two, since the death of her husband several years ago.
My mother in law is a pleasant, but stubborn woman with a warm smile.
Both her and my wife are of Hispanic origin. Anita is somewhat shorter than her daughter, but she's also shapelier; the few extra pounds that she carries around her middle only add to her curves. Her breasts are much larger than my wife's...a fact that has not gone unnoticed by me on more than one occasion.
Karina has tried to get her to move in with us but Anita refuses, preferring to live on her own and come to visit every summer.
Anyway, as I was saying, our relationship hasn't been typical since her last visit.
Anita sleeps in the upstairs bedroom while my wife and I sleep downstairs.
One morning, I had arisen early for my morning workout.
Since my mother in law's bedroom is upstairs, and since she typically sleeps until later in the morning, I've never had a problem with walking around naked early in the morning during her visits.
My wife was still in bed as I sauntered down the hallway with my usual morning wood poking in front of me, headed for the kitchen.
I don't drink coffee in the morning. Since I wake up thirsty, a long pull of cold water first thing in the morning is part of my routine.
Entering the kitchen, I grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with ice, then water from the fridge.
Now understand, I have done this probably hundreds of times over the years during my mother in law's visits. As I said, it's part of my daily, morning ritual, and it has never been a problem. Anita has never risen before at 9 or 9:30.
But for whatever reason, that morning was different.
As I stood by the counter in the nude, drinking from my cold water, I was going over my workout routine in my head. My morning erection was still at full-mast as I pondered the possibility of some early morning sex with my wife afterwards.
"Hijo?"
Out of the blue, I was ripped from my reverie by the sound of my mother in law's voice.
Instinctively, I turned at it.
Anita was standing at the end of the counter in her robe, staring at me in shock, as I stood in front of her fully nude, glass in hand, with an erection.
"Oh god, Anita," I stumbled, embarrassed.
Setting the glass down quickly on the counter, I covered myself with my hands.
"Why are you naked?" Anita said, eyeing my erection behind my hands before returning to my face.
"I'm sorry mom," I stumbled. I was trying to sound dignified but was failing at it. "You see, I always come out in the kitchen to get a drink of water...I thought you were asleep, and..."
"You always walk around naked as a baby?" she cut me off.
"Where is Karina?" she said.
"She's still in bed mom," I said, growing a little worried. "Look, I'm really sorry, I'll just go and put something on."
With that I turned to go.
"Wait Hijo," she said suddenly.
Perplexed, I waited.
"Drop your hands," she stated flatly.
"Mom?" I said, stunned.
Stepping closer, I noticed the way the top of her robe opened slightly, revealing a line of dark cleavage that disappeared down to her large breasts beneath it.
My cock, which had begun to soften behind my hands, suddenly came to life again, swelling at the sight.
My mother in law is a beautiful woman. With her long, dark hair down and the top of her robe playing peek-a-boo with her cleavage, I suddenly found myself thinking of her in a different way. I realized that she was indeed incredibly sexy.
But she wanted me to expose myself to her.
That was strange to say the least. Although, I had to admit that the thought of it was exciting.
Soon, my cock swelled to full mast again.
"Do it Hijo," she said again.
"Mom," I protested, still hiding myself.
"I have not seen a naked man in many years," she said. "You are very handsome. Show me yourself or I will tell Karina that you were running around naked in front of me."
I swallowed hard. This was a side of my mother in law that foreign to me. She was blackmailing me.
With little other choice, or at least none that I could think of at that moment, I acquiesced. Dropping my hands to my sides, I revealed myself in full to my mother in law.
Eyeing my erection again, she smiled.
"Very handsome," she said pleasantly.
"But Hijo," she went on, "you know you shouldn't go around naked in the house."
Her tone took on a strange quality that I had never heard before.
The look in her eye was one of mischief and it made my cock jump.
"No, mom...I guess...I guess I shouldn't," I said, not knowing what else to say.
Then, my mother in law stepped closer still until she stood merely inches from me. I could see straight down into the top of her robe to the upper portions of her dark brown aureole. My cock throbbed in front of me.
Suddenly, I felt a tingle in my belly as I became very aroused.
Standing naked in the kitchen with a full-blown erection in front of my mother in law while my wife slept down the hall was very exciting and dangerous, and I was finding it difficult to breathe.
"What are we going to do about this Hijo?" Anita said suddenly, sounding stern.
"Huh? What do you mean?" I stammered. This was going in a direction I hadn't anticipated.
"You've been very bad, exposing yourself to me. You must be punished. I can tell my daughter about this, or you can take your punishment."
I was speechless.
"What is it Hijo?" she said again. I noticed that the top of her robe had come open a bit further and I could nearly make out her thick nipples under my gaze.
I felt my face blush hot as my cock pulled at me. I was staring right down my mother in law's robe, gorging on her nearly exposed tits.
"Put your hand on it." She said, boring into my eyes, then indicating towards my erection.
Almost on its own, my hand moved to my cock and I grabbed at it...holding it by the hard shaft.
Anita smiled.
"Good boy," she cooed sexily.
"Now bend over and grab the counter Hijo." The sterness had returned.
I was terrified.
My wife could walk out at any moment, and my mother in law was telling me to bend naked over the counter. It seemed like a bad situation either way, but my cock throbbed and pulled at the idea.
In the end, it won.
Grabbing the counter with both hands, I bent over in front of Anita.
"That's nice," she said.
Without warning I felt her soft, small hand on my bare ass cheeks.
My erection swelled so hard that it hurt, jutting straight out from between my legs.
Anita's hand disappeared from my bare cheeks. A moment later, it returned with a sharp crack across my ass.
I wasn't prepared for it.
As I felt the sting of her palm across my bare bottom, I winced, moving away from it.
"Stay still," she said, sternly in a low voice.
Then she cracked me again...harder.
I jumped, moving away from it.
The third blow landed squarely in the center between my cheeks, making me whimper.
