Revised, Rewritten, and Continued from Chapter 01:
Tainted by the stories of horrible, obese, mean, and domineering mothers-in-law, Jennifer wasn't anything like what I thought she'd be. She was as beautiful as she was shapely and sexy. Even more than just her good looks and her great body, my wife's mother was fun and funny. She was good company to be around when my wife was working.
She had a great sense of humor. Quick witted, compared to her daughter, Heather, my new bride was dull, uninteresting, and unimaginative except when it came to sex. Her mother always got the joke and laughed long before her daughter did.
"I don't get it," Heather would often say and when she did have that confused look on her face, her mother and I would laugh.
Then, by the time we finished explaining the joke, it was no longer a joke but a tedious explanation. With us always on the same page, we enjoyed teasing one another and teasing Heather at her daughter's expense. With Heather so serious, too serious, especially when it came to her job and even sex, her mother and I were always laughing.
Every time Heather walked in the kitchen, we were laughing as if we had just finished telling a joke. The whole time we were together we were laughing while Heather stared down at her phone texting. When Heather went to bed because she had an early morning shift, we'd stay up late to watch a movie while talking, laughing, and drinking wine.
A big thing for me, something that Heather didn't enjoy doing, Jennifer loved playing games. Whether card games, board games, bowling, shooting pool, playing darts, pinball, or miniature golf, Jennifer was up for the challenge. Always wanting to win, she was as competitive as I was.
I loved playing games with my wife's mother. I only wished she'd play strip poker, strip pool, or strip darts. Yet, not wanting to shock her, pressure her, insult her, and/or embarrass her, I didn't have the nerve to ask her to strip off her clothes while playing a game. Yet, if she drank enough wine, I always wondered if she would undress after losing a game. A win/win for me, if I lost playing strip anything, I'd have no compunction about stripping naked in front of my mother-in-law.
Suffice to say, as if she was giving me a slow, striptease, I'd love to watch my mother-in-law remove her clothes. I'd love to see Jennifer naked. I'd love for my wife's mother to see me naked too. Since we were always alone together, perhaps, if we were both naked while drinking and playing a game, we'd have a better chance of having sex.
With me always incorrigibly horny, whenever I played a board game with Jennifer, whether it was Scrabble, Monopoly, Backgammon, chess, or Rummikub, I'd sit on the floor in front of her while she sat on the edge of the couch. My ulterior motive, when she leaned forward and lean over the coffee table to make her move, she continually gave me a down-blouse view of her cleavage and bra. She seldom wore pants and always wore a revealing short, sexy skirt. Much like her daughter, she had long, shapely legs, legs that I imagined sliding a slow hand up between them while parting them.
Every time she moved, I'd look up expecting to see something forbidden. Every time she slowly and seductively crossed and uncrossed her legs, whether it was accidentally, unintentionally, or deliberately, she'd flash me all that I had hoped to see of her between her legs. Every time she moved, as if she was my version of Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct, instead of flashing me her naked pussy, she'd flash me her white panties.
Careful not to allow her to catch me looking, staring, and ogling her panty clad cunt, I didn't want to make her feel awkwardly uncomfortable for her to stop flashing me her panties. With me having somewhat of a panty fetish, I loved seeing her panties. Whether it was seeing her panties, her cleavage, and/or her bra, I love seeing what I shouldn't be seeing of my MILF of a mother-in-law. Obviously, with her intent on playing the game, she had no idea that I could see all that she was carelessly showing.
She involuntarily parted her knees to lean forward to make her next game move. My discomfort of sitting on the floor instead of on a chair was well worth it when rewarded with continual, up-skirt peeks of my mother-in-law's, white, bikini panties. I loved seeing flashes of her panties. I loved seeing her panty clad cunt as much as I love seeing her long line of cleavage and her low-cut bra.
'Peek-a-boo,' I thought whenever seeing something of her that I shouldn't see. 'Peek-a-boo.'
Even when her knees were cemented tightly together, with her skirt so short, even shorter when she was sitting, and her thighs so shapely thin, I could still see a triangular patch of her panties over her shapely thighs. Obviously, having a fetish for panties and giving me something to masturbate over later, I loved seeing flashes of my mother-in-law's bright, white panties. I loved seeing her pussy mound, her pussy slit, her camel toe, and the stray blonde, pubic hairs that peeked out from the sides of her panties.
I constantly masturbated over imagining my mother-in-law in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked while having sex with her. In the way that I imagined fingering her through her panties, I imagined licking her through her panties. While lovingly and romantically kissing her, I imagined pushing her panties aside with my long, stiff finger to finger her warm, wet pussy. While kissing her, I imagined rubbing her clit and fingerfucking her pussy. While kissing her, I imagined masturbating my MILF of a mother-in-law while imagining my wife's mother masturbating me.
'Wow. If only she would, I would too,' I thought. 'As much as I'd love to masturbate my mother-in-law, I'd love my wife's mother to masturbate me too.'
Then, something I yearned to do, I imagined removing her panties to eat her before making love to her and fucking her. In the way that I gave Heather multiple, sexual orgasms with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock, I imagined giving Jennifer multiple, sexual orgasms with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock. Suffice to admit, I was falling in love with Heather's mother. Suffice to admit, I wanted to have sex with my mother-in-law. I wanted to make her and watch her cum. I wanted to make her my sexy bitch.
In the way that I constantly masturbated whenever seeing my mother-in-law's panties, I continually masturbated over seeing my mother-in-law's long line of sexy cleavage and her low-cut bra. As much as I loved her panty clad pussy, I loved her big tits. While humping her big breasts, I'd love to stick my cock between her shapely breasts while she leaned down to lick, kiss, and suck the head of my cock. As much as I'd love to cum in my mother-in-law's mouth, while imagining my cum dripping from her nipples, I'd love to cum all over her big tits.
Whenever she leaned forward to reach across the game board, she rewarded me with constant down-blouse views of her cleavage and her sexy, low-cut bra. Whenever she wore a low-cut blouse and leaned low enough and long enough, I could not only clearly see the size and shape of her big breasts but also, I could clearly see her areolas and nipples too. Suffice to say, a voyeuristic and exhibitionistic, sexually salacious and seductive experience seeing all that I should never see of her, I loved playing board games with my MILF of a mother-in-law, Jennifer.
I imagined feeling her big breasts through her blouse and bra while kissing her. I imagined fingering her nipples through her blouse and bra while making out with her. I imagined unbuttoning her blouse and feeling her big breasts through her sexy, low-cut brassiere. I imagined unhooking her front snapping bra and feeling her naked tits while fingering her erect nipples. I loved my mother-in-law's tits. I couldn't wait to see them, touch them, feel them, fondle them, and suck them.
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Something else we had in common, her mother was a serious movie buff. She had an entire library of movies in her head from the 1930's to the present. She knew all the old actors and actresses and, as if she was a movie critic, she was quick to interject lines of remembered dialogue from old movies in our conversations.
Hard to believe but Heather's mother was my dream woman. Instead of marrying my mother-in-law's daughter, I should have married my wife's mother. I should have married Jennifer instead of Heather. Clearly obviously to me now, without a doubt, she's the woman I should have married.
Not only did she love playing games and watching movies, she loved watching NFL football and baseball games too. As far as Jennifer was concerned, I couldn't have enough televisions, the bigger the screen the better. As far as Jennifer was concerned, one TV for every room and three in the downstairs game room, I couldn't buy enough TV's. Not into sports except for ice skating and ballroom dancing, Heather hated football as much as she hated baseball. Moreover, too busy nursing when she wasn't having sex, she seldom watched TV. Whatever she needed to see, she watched on her phone.
Where Heather was serious about her career and her profession, her mother was content staying home, cooking, cleaning, and doing laundry. It seemed like a good tradeoff. I supplied her with a roof over her head and a small salary, and in exchange, we had a cook, a cleaner, and a laundress. As much as she was Heather's mother, in the way that she took care of my domestic needs, she seemingly was my mother too. Only, something so very forbidden, I wanted to have sex with my wife's mother.
