A year ago, my father in law Joe Casasant, died quite unexpectedly leaving behind his beautiful wife, 46 year old wife and three grown children. Joan, a vivacious energetic woman turned quickly into a depressed hermit, refusing to do anything but stay home and hide in a darkened house. All of her children took turns trying to help her through the mourning process but nothing seemed to work. They finally came to me asking for my direct intervention. After all I had always been her favorite. We had met when I was in high school and working at Krogers where we often flirted as I bagged her groceries. She became one of my frequent teenage masturbation fantasies. Imagine my surprise when I discovered (four years later) that she was the mother of the Sara, the girl I had already fallen in love with and wanted to marry.
After two months of regular visits, our long talks started to have some effect. The curtains started opening up in the house and she would occasionally come to our place for dinner. Sara and I decided to invite her along on our annual camping trip. Our camping trip had always been our getaways, with the children staying at my parents, Sara and I both had reservations about including her, since our vacations were very sexual by nature. Every year we had tried new things. Last years discovery of the pleasures of anal sex had enhanced our sex lives beyond our imagination. Joan's presence would put a damper on our lust, but she was worth the sacrifice.
Three days in to our camping trip, thing were going quite well despite the fact that we were all in one tent. Joan seemed happy and even began to talk about future plans. Our campfire talks became more detailed as she opened up about the past year. Her conversation started drifting toward relationships and sex. She seemed ready to move on and was obviously missing the steady supply of sex Joe had provided.
