This is not a work of fiction, although before it happened I thought my fantasies for my Mother-in-Law would forever remain within that realm.
My name is Luke and I am 40 years old. I have been married to Patricia for 15 years, and I love her dearly to this day, she is 36 years old. Her Mother, Cathy (Catherine), is 23 years older than me and as hot as any 20/25-year-old one could stumble upon anywhere. She takes very good care of herself, she is about 5'6" with nice curly red hair, weighs about 110 pounds, has a firm ass and a beautiful chest, the most gorgeous green eyes, and a face that could grace any fashion magazine's cover.
I have secretly desired Catherine, and lusted for her, from the very first moment I met her 17 years ago; when she was 46, I 23 and Patricia 19. Never have I let on to anyone about my desire and lust for Cathy... It was my secret, and mine alone, and I intended to keep it as such. She was just a part of my healthy sexual fantasy-life, one of its many characters who had a role in my sexual musings. Maybe she had a bigger role than most of the others... actually, she did have a bigger role than any of the others, she was the star of my fantasies, but I often had problems admitting it to myself Was this out of shame or guilt? Or was it that I was afraid of falling in love with her? To this day, I can't quite put my finger on it.
Whenever we visited Cathy, I would inevitably end up in one of her bathrooms jerking off to thoughts of her; sensuous, erotic and passionate thoughts of her and me making love wildly.
On occasion, I would be fortunate enough to stumble upon one of her sets of sexy, frilly underwear... recently worn by her, by my Mother-in-Law. This would drive me wild with lust, passion and hunger for her like nothing else could... like nobody else could. Her sweet aroma was intoxicating, and her dried-up juices sexy and arousing. I would taste the crotch, flicking my tongue all allong its length. I would suck on it then chew it slowly, taking in all the sexy tastes and erotic smells her sweet pussy had deposited on the fabric... for me, was what I thought to myself always.
I would finish my panty-sessions with the soiled crotch of Cathy's panties wrapped around my stiff manhood, thinking of her, only of her, and what it would be like to have her. However, I would never shoot my load into them for fear of leaving evidence which could have life-damaging consequences... but I always waited until the very last moment, and the crotch was, by then, semi-soaked with my pre-cum. This little habit is what finally led Cathy to catch me "en flagrant délit" when I got too brave, or stupid with lust, during one of my visits.
It was a sunny and beautiful Saturday morning, in early June, two years ago where it all started. That morning Patricia and I got up early, had breakfast, and a long and hot sex session... all before ten o'clock, as was often the case for us. That day, Patricia (Patty) was heading out to a cottage with some of her (girl) friends for the long weekend. As for myself, I had nothing plans per se, but the all changed around ten thirty when the phone rang.
"Oh! Hi Mom!... yeah, I'm heading out to the country with the girls and, ..., well you know we have those girly weekends every other... OK Thanks! You take care too! Yeah he's here, just hold on a sec..."
Patty hands me the phone and whispers: "Looks like you'll be fixing my mom's plumbing this weekend...".
I was none too happy, but family duty was calling.
"Hello Ms. Mitchell, how are you this morning?"
"Fine, just fine Luke... please tell me you're not busy today, because I need your help".
"Help with what Ms. M? What is it I could help you with? You know you're my favourite Mother-in-Law..."
"Very funny Luke! I have a serious plumbing problem in the main bathroom. The faucets need to be replaced, and ... you know this stuff, right?"
"Sure do!"
"Come over for noon, I'll fix you lunch and then we, uh... you could get to work. How's that sound?"
"Well I'm hungry as an ogre, and once I'm fed I'm sure I'll have the energy to rescue your bathroom..."
We both chuckled, and then hung up. I got dressed, kissed Patty, and then headed to Cathy's.
After lunch and a trip to the harware store I got to work. Cathy would come and go, sporadically checking up on my progress. After a while she stopped coming in for her progress reports, as she was watching a movie on the tube. Then I got stupid real quick! The moment I had entered the bathroom I had spotted a pair of her worn undies by the dryer, and I was getting an urge to play... play hard with myself and those panties.
Without shutting the door I got up to the dryer and lifted the lacy underwear. I gazed at it and wondered if this was a bit much given the circumstances. Well, lust took over and I started sniffing and smelling Cathy's hot undies, licking and sucking, chewing and biting the soiled material... my usual routine. And, I lost track of time. I then heard some noise and... Holy fuck! I was caught big-time!
"What the hell are you doing Luke? What kind of goddamn pervert are you anyway? When Patty finds out it's the end of the road for you two! You are sick! You've got a filthy mind... smelling your wife's mother's underwear... you gotta have a loose screw, ... not very normal!"
"But... I... I'm just... well, Ms Mitch... Mitchell... so sorry..., I couldn't help..., I..., well... I think I... I..., I think I should leave!"
"No way! You're not getting away with this so easily Luke!"
