My Mother-in-Law Jennifer

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Revised, Rewritten, and Continued from Chapter 02:

Then, shocking me and sexually exciting me, in all the months she lived with us, my mother-in-law did something she had never done before. Curious as to why, I wondered if her sudden show of immoral, immodesty had to do with her finding my story and reading my story. Never had I seen as much of my mother-in-law's nearly, naked body as I was seeing now.

Acting as if she was my new bride on our Honeymoon instead of my mother-in-law in our living room, I couldn't believe my eyes. Dropping my jaw, bulging my eyes out of my head, and hardening my cock, she emerged from her bedroom wearing a short, sheer, low-cut, and sexy nightgown. The first time seeing her in such a revealing nightgown without having the modesty to wear a robe, the sexy sight of her was truly amazing as it was sexually exciting.

As if I had imagined her or sexually fantasized her, she stood before me and in front of the bright light of the television in her sheer, sexy nightgown. If it wasn't enough that she was wearing such a sheer and sexy nightgown, when she stood in front of the TV, it was as if she wasn't wearing anything. With her nightgown so revealing, she looked as if she was naked. As if I was psychic or she was role-playing my story, it was a nightgown just like the nightgown that I wrote about her wearing in my story.

Suffice to say, by the reaction of my cock immediately erecting itself, I loved her nightgown. I loved her sexy and shapely body. I love my mother-in-law. I couldn't wait to see what more will happen. I couldn't wait to know if she found my story and read my story.

'Wow! Look at her. Holy Hell. I don't believe this,' I thought. 'I've never seen as much of my mother-in-law as I'm seeing now. She's so sexy. She so shapely. She's so beautiful.'

With her wearing something so sheer and see-through, especially when she stood in front of the television, I was stunned by all that I could see of her nearly, naked body. As if she wasn't wearing anything, with her nightgown so thinly transparent, my wife's mother may as well have been naked. Unable to stop staring, I was as stunned as I was sexually excited.

Even if nothing else happened, I'll be masturbating over the sexy sight of my mother-in-law's nearly, naked body in her sexy, low-cut nightgown for the rest of my life. Now that she was clearly immorally and immodestly exposing herself to me, I thought I may have a chance to sexually seduce her. Now that she was showing me as much of her nearly, naked body that I wanted to see and had imagined seeing, I wondered if she sexually wanted me as much as I sexually wanted her.

My sexual fantasy come true, never have I seen as much of Jennifer's beautiful body as I was seeing now. Yet, even more than the evidence of her nightgown, I wondered if she found my story. I wondered if she read my story. If she found my story and read my story, I wondered what she thought of my story. I hoped she found my story, read my story, and was role-playing my story by wearing such a revealing nightgown.

"What do you think of my new nightgown," she asked?

As if she was sexually teasing me, she pulled the nightgown tighter against her voluptuous body. When she pulled her nightgown tighter across her big breasts and flatted it against her tight tummy, I could really see her tits, her nipples, and her pubic hair now. As if she was curious what she could see of herself too, she looked down at herself before looking up at me.

I wondered if she knew she was as nakedly exposed as I always imagined her to be. When she looked down at herself again, perhaps with her looking at herself from a different angle, I wondered if she could see as much of herself as I was seeing. She was as shapely as she was sexy. She made me want to reach out and touch her and feel her where I should never touch and feel my mother-in-law.

With her not moving from in front of the television, I wondered if she knew that I could see as much of her as I was seeing. With her still not moving from in front of the television screen, a glimmer of hopeful, incestuous anticipation and romantic expectation sexually aroused me. Just like in my story, I wondered if she deliberately flashed me. The first time my mother-in-law wore such a sexy, sheer, and low-cut nightgown in front of me, this nightgown was sexier and more revealing than any nightgown that her daughter owned.

As if she was a stripper on stage being backlit by the bright light of the television screen, I was mesmerized by all that I could clearly see of my mother-in-law's beautiful and nearly, naked body. As if hypnotized, I stared at all that I could see of the shape of her big, natural breasts, her erect nipples, and the shadow of her blonde, trimmed pubic hair. Then, when she turned, I had a clear view of her nearly, naked ass. Clearly, I could see her ass crack and the shapely cheeks of her round, firm buttocks.

Like mother like daughter, they were both so sexy. Like mother like daughter, they were both such shapely women. Like mother like daughter, in the way that I once wanted her daughter, I now wanted her mother. What made Heather's mother more attractive than her daughter was all that I had in common with Jennifer. What made her dear to my heart was the conversations that I had with her that I never had with her daughter. Heather never wanted to talk. She only wanted to fuck.

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Except for Jennifer's larger breasts, their bodies were so very similar. They could have been sisters instead of mother and daughter. Where Heather wore a 34 B cup bra, her mother wore a 36 C cup bra. I know because I checked Jennifer's bra size in the laundry hamper. Where Heather had 36" hips, her mother had 38" hips. Where Heather took a size 5 panties, her mother took a size 6 panties. I know because I've masturbated while holding and sniffing Jennifer's panties more than once.

They both had slim and toned tummies. They both had 24" waists but, with Jennifer's larger breasts and hips, she looked even shapelier than her daughter. Now I wondered how different having sex with my mother-in-law would be than having sex with my wife. With them having such similar bodies and with them looking so very much alike, I wondered if having sex with my wife's mother was much like having sex with my wife.

I couldn't count how many times I imagined making love to Jennifer while making love to Heather. I couldn't count how many times I imagined fucking my wife's mother while fucking her daughter. I couldn't count how many times I imagined my mother-in-law naked while seeing my wife naked. I couldn't count how many times I imagined eating Jennifer's cunt and her sucking my cock while I ate Heather's pussy and she sucked my cock.

Hard to wrap my head around seeing so very much of my mother-in-law's nearly, naked body, I couldn't believe all that I was seeing of my wife's mother. I never thought I'd ever see as much of my mother-in-law as I was seeing now. My mouth fell open as if I was snoring and my eyes bugged out of my head in disbelief. Even with all that I had imagined of Jennifer's naked body, my sexual fantasies of the imagined thought of her naked while masturbating myself paled in comparison to what I was seeing of her now.

'Beyond mere words, she was so beautiful. Beyond inspired descriptions, she was so shapely. Beyond what I imagined seeing of her, she was so sexy,' I thought again while staring at all that I was seeing of her.

Unable to stop staring at all that I could see through her nightgown, I continued staring at my MILF of a mother-in-law while careful that she didn't catch me leering at her nearly, naked body. Not wanting to come off as a pervert, I didn't want her to catch me leering. Not wanting to prematurely ruin what may happen tonight, I was curious to know if she wanted to have sex with me as much as I wanted to have sex with her.

'I want her. I have to have her,' I thought while staring at my mother-in-law's nearly, naked body. 'Even if it meant losing my wife, especially if it meant losing my wife, I'd give anything to have sex with my wife's mother. I'd give anything to not only see her naked but also to make love to her before fucking her. I'd give anything to eat her cunt in the way that I'd give anything for her to suck my cock.'

As if memorizing every curve of her sexy and shapely body, I continued staring at her as if I had never seen a beautiful woman wearing such a revealing nightgown before. Careful for her not to catch me staring, whenever she looked away, I stared at the shape and the size of her big breasts. I stared at all that I could see of her naked pussy. When she turned the other way, I stared at all that I could see of her round, firm ass.

As if she was wearing colored, plastic wrap, I could clearly not only see the shape and the size of her natural breasts but also, I clearly could see her symmetrical areolas and her erect nipples too. I could even see the shadow of the patch of blonde, trimmed, pubic hair of her naked pussy. In the way that I wasn't wearing underwear beneath my pajama bottoms, my mother-in-law wasn't wearing panties beneath her nightgown. With her wearing so very little and with her wearing such a revealing nightgown, it was easy to imagine her naked.

'Did she know that I could see as much of her as I was seeing,' I wondered again? 'Was she just oblivious that she was as nakedly exposed as she was or was she deliberately and immodestly flashing me? Was she aware that I could see her nearly, naked ass, her nearly, naked tits, and nearly, naked pussy? Was she immorally and immodestly, sexually teasing me?'

Now, tempted to make my next sexual move, I wondered, did she want and expect me to do more than just stare? Now that she was standing before me with so very little covering her nakedness, was she waiting for me to make a sexual pass at her? Now that she, no doubt, found my story, read my story, and obviously was role-playing my story, was she waiting for me to kiss her while touching her and feeling her through her sexy nightgown?'

I so wanted to hold her in my arms and tell her that I loved her. While staring deeply in her eyes, I so wanted to kiss her. I so wanted to part her lips with my tongue and French kiss her. I so wanted to touch her where a son-in-law should never touch his mother-in-law. I so wanted to feel her everywhere I feel Heather through her nightgown but I didn't dare.

As if she was encased in electrified, barbed wire, Jennifer was off limits to my lustful and forbidden, sexual desire. How dare I want to have incestuous sex with her? How dare I fall in love with her? She wasn't just any woman I picked up at a bar and asked home. She was my mother-in-law. She was my wife's mother.

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How dare I want to have sex with my mother-in-law? Hope dare I masturbate over my wife's mother while imagining her naked and having sex with me? How dare I want to have sex with Jennifer when I have someone like Heather in my bed? What's wrong with me for wanting to have sex with Jennifer when I have Heather, my nymphomaniac wife always ready to give me sex, sex, and more sex? What's wrong with me to sexually lust over her older mother when I have her younger daughter as my wife?

I wondered if Jennifer was my wife and if Heather was my stepdaughter, if I'd sexually want Heather instead of Jennifer. I wondered if my sexual desire was predicated over what was forbidden and what I couldn't have. A much younger version of her mother, Heather was just as pretty and just as sexy as Jennifer. An older version of her daughter, Jennifer was just as pretty and just as sexy as Heather. In a darkened bedroom, as long as they didn't speak or laugh, except for my mother-in-law's larger breasts, I'd be hard pressed to tell one from the other.

Now I wondered if my mother-in-law was a whore in bed in the way that her daughter was a whore everywhere. I wondered if my wife's mother sucked cock as well as her daughter sucked cock. Perhaps, like mother like daughter, her mother was nymphomaniac too. I'd love nothing more than to cum in my mother-in-law's mouth and give her a cum bath in the way that I always cum in Heather's mouth and routinely give her a cum bath. How hot would that be to go from daughter to mother while comparing the two?

After making my sexual intentions known in my love letter, now that she was nearly naked, did Jennifer sexually want me as much as I sexually wanted her? Was she in love with me in the way that I was hopelessly in love with her? At the risk of jeopardizing the close relationship she enjoyed with her daughter and the close relationship that I enjoyed with Jennifer, would her mother accept me as her lover and possibly her husband? Would my mother-in-law have sex with me in the way that I wanted to have sex with her?

With me opening Pandora's Box by writing such an explicitly sexual, love letter, I not only made my romantic feelings known but also my sexual feelings known too. With Jennifer smashing open Pandora's Box by wearing such a sexually, revealing nightgown, was she expecting me and waiting for me to make the next sexual move? Was she expecting me to touch her and feel her through her sheer and sexy nightgown before stripping her naked and having sex with her naked body? Was she expecting me and waiting for me to give her sex?

'I'd love to have sex with my mother-in-law,' I thought. 'I'd love to make love to my wife's mother.'

I didn't know. I wasn't sure. The last thing I wanted to do was to ruin the budding relationship I was developing with my wife's mother by making an unwanted, sexual pass at her. Yet, was she deliberately, sexually teasing me by wearing such a revealing nightgown. Was she deliberately, sexually flashing me by showing me so much of her nearly, naked body? Did my mother-in-law want to have sex with me as much as I wanted to have sex with her?

If only she'd have sex with me, I'd have sex with her too. Hard to control myself, I wanted to stand from the couch, wrap my arms around her, and kiss her while touching her and feeling her everywhere a son-in-law should never touch and feel his mother-in-law through her nightgown. I wondered what it would feel like to kiss my wife's mother. While kissing her, French kissing her, I wanted to reach my hand down and cup her naked, nightgown clad ass and squeeze it before reaching beneath her nightgown to finger her pussy.

Wishing that I could masturbate my mother-in-law, I wanted to rub her clit while fingerfucking her pussy. Wishing that I could eat my mother-in-law, I wanted to lick her cunt while reaching up my hands to fondle her naked breasts and finger her erect nipples. Only, catching me by surprise, happening so fast, and too much too soon, I was afraid. After finding and reading my love letter and with her wearing such a sexy nightgown, perhaps she's calling my bluff. Perhaps she's waiting for me and expecting me to give her sex.

'I'd love to have sex with my wife's mother. I'd love to make love to Jennifer. I'd love to give my mother-in-law a sexual orgasm,' I thought while becoming even more sexually excited by the thought that she sexually wanted me as much as I sexually wanted her. 'I'd love to give my wife's mother a baby.'

Yet, afraid to make my sexual move, bad enough that I wrote my mother-in-law a sexually inspired, love letter, what if she told her daughter that I sexually assaulted her? What if she told her daughter that I tried to kiss her while touching and feeling her everywhere through her nightgown? What if she told her daughter that I loved her and wanted to have sex with her? What if she told her daughter that I wanted to divorce her daughter to marry her mother? What if she told her daughter that I wanted to give her mother a baby?

Something else to consider, totally innocent, what if Jennifer wasn't sexually teasing me? Totally oblivious, what if my mother-in-law wasn't deliberately, sexually flashing me? Unbeknownst to her, what if my wife's mother had no idea that I could see through her nightgown? What if she didn't know that especially when she stood in front of the television, I could see so very much of her nearly, naked body as if she was naked? If she knew that I could clearly see all of her, I wondered if she'd be embarrassed or sexually excited.

Imagining her motives were just as perverse as mine, what if her intentions were innocent and not sexual? Possibly unaware that I could clearly see through her nightgown as if she was naked, what if she just wanted to show me her new, sexy nightgown? What if my perverted, sexual attraction to Jennifer was making me not see things clearly? Moreover, what if my perverted, sexual attraction to Jennifer was making me want to see all that I should never see of my mother-in-law? What if my sexual attraction to my wife's mother was making me see my mother-in-law in a different, sexual light?

Yet, as confused as I was sexually excited, was that what she wanted me to do? Was she hoping that I'd kiss her? Was she hoping that I'd touch her and feel her through her nightgown? Did she want me to strip her naked and have sex with her naked body? Was my mother-in-law as sexually attracted to me as I was sexually attracted to her? Did she want me to make love to her and fuck her in the way that I wished I could make love to her and fuck her?

Now that she was showing me all that I should never see of my wife's mother, did she want me to take the next incestuous step. Was she hoping that I'd do more than just stare? Was she hoping that I give her the kind of sex that I give her daughter? Was she hoping that I'd make love to her? Was she hoping that I'd fuck her?

Did she want me to finger and lick her pussy as much as I wanted to finger and lick her pussy? Did she want me to give her a sexual orgasm as much as I wanted to give her a sexual orgasm? Did she want to stroke and suck my cock as much as I wanted her to stroke and suck my cock? Was Heather's mother just as sexually horny and sexually willing as her daughter? Did she want to have sex with me as much as I wanted to have sex with her?

I didn't know. Unable to read her mind, I had no idea. In the way that I thought of my wife as a whore, I didn't think of her mother as a whore. I thought of her mother as a kind, caring, and loving woman. Yet, what sexually attracted me to Heather when I first met her, sexually attracted me to her mother now. I was willing to divorce my wife to marry her mother. I was willing to say or do anything to have sex with my mother-in-law.