All I can say, is "Wow!" This last turn of events, even as decadent as I am, I would never have imagined happening! It started just this past Memorial Day weekend, when my wife's parents were down visiting us. I was a little miffed about them being here, because it was kind of a last minute thing, and my wife and I had already planned what we wanted to do.
They arrived on Friday night, and Karen (my mother-in-law) was in a great mood, very playful, and just having a great time. At age 52, she's very attractive, shoulder length blonde hair, about 5-6, just slightly pudgy, but a nice chest and excellent legs. She had on shorts and a sleeveless top that night.
Anyway, when we were all ready to hit the sack, she picked up her overnight case to carry it up to the guest room, and as she did, she pulled something in her back. She let out a yell, and the bag hit the floor, and she made her way to the couch to sit down.
After a few minutes, it became obvious that something in her back just wasn't right, as the pain wasn't subsiding. My wife offered her my services for a back rub with our electric massager, and after declining, and my wife insisting, she finally agreed. I got the massager, and she laid down on the couch, on her stomach.
As I started, I could feel the tightness in her back, and at first, it was painful to her, but as I continued, the pain started to subside. I started working my way over a larger part of her body, and once in a while, used my hands to rub the afflicted area. She seemed to really enjoy my touch, and moaned and groaned as I worked on her.
While I felt she was very attractive, I was so busy working on her daughter(s), that I never really considered her a potential sexual conquest. But as I rubbed her back, feeling her soft skin, I started to get a hard on! When I was sure no one was watching, I let my hands wander down her back to the top of her ass cheeks, and all I got from her was another soft moan.
It progressed to where I wasn't even using the massager anymore, relying on my hands to work on her. As I rubbed, I also let my hands wander to the sides of her back, near the start of her breasts, again with no negative reaction from her.
I finally stopped, and she said she felt much better, saying that I had the best hands in the world, to which my wife responded "I told you he was good!" We all finally made it to bed, with me hiding a hard dick, and as turned on as I was, I jumped my wife as soon as we got the bedroom door closed. The sex was hot and quick, and I thought of my mother-in-law as I came inside my wife's pussy.
Saturday was uneventful, although I found myself looking at Karen with a whole new perspective. She was still complaining of back pain, but turned me down when I offered her another massage. We went out to dinner than night, and the women dressed up. My wife knew what it took to please me, and wore a sleek, short dress that showed lots of cleavage and sexy, nylon clad leg and thigh.
Karen was also in a dress, opting for something a little more conservative. It was a full skirted, pleated number that showed her legs to just above her knees. She too, had sheer nylons on with stiletto heels, but the question I had was, "stockings or pantyhose?"
The question was answered as soon as they got in the car, as just the hint of a stocking top peeked out from under her dress as she climbed into my SUV.
At dinner, I was preoccupied with Karen, thinking about her stocking clad legs under the table. Our legs bumped several times, and once or twice, she seemed to leave her leg against mine for an extended period of time. I wondered....
I had to find out. Once, to emphasise a point I was making in our conversation, I reached over and patted Karen's knee. Very, VERY(!) sheer nylon, and she didn't pull away from me! I left my hand on her knee a few seconds before pulling back, and I left my hand on my leg under the table, so I could repeat the process if the opportunity arose again. Which it did.
The next time, I squeezed her knee, and caressed it for a few seconds, loving the sexiness of her sheer nylon stocking. Again, she didn't pull back or move her leg, which she very easily could have. Finally, just before we got up to leave, I chanced another feel, and this time, I slid my hand up under her skirt an inch or so, and then two, three, four, six inches. She stood her ground with no noticeable change in expression or demeanor. I stroked, felt, and caressed her thigh to the top of her stocking, and she let me!
As she got in the car, I again held the door for her, and this time, I got to see her entire stockinged leg, including the clip on her garter belt! And, she knew I was looking! Our eyes met and smiles eclipsed our faces for just a second or two.
I pole vaulted around to the other side of the car to drove us home, and Karen was the life of the party on the twenty minute trip. Once at home, we played board games for awhile, and the under-the-table games I played with Karen made it hard for me to concentrate on anything going on on top of the table!
Now, she had her high heels off, and her nyloned foot really went to work on me, rubbing against my leg under my pants leg. It ended all too soon, and again, we all headed for bed. This time, I fucked my wife in her crotchless pantyhose, banging her so hard it's a wonder her parents didn't call the police with the noise we made! All I could think of, was her mother's fine legs, and getting my dick between them!
Sunday morning, the trip to church was uneventful, except for my wife and her mother's fine, nylon encased legs, which kept my mind occupied. Back at home, my wife and her Dad prepared for the golf outing they'd been looking forward to all weekend. Usually, Karen went with them just to watch, but this time her aching back was preventing her from going.
Once they left, it was just Karen and myself, with at least 3 hours to kill. I asked her if she felt like another back massage, and she coyly looked at me, nodding her head. This time, I got a workout matt and put it in the middle of the living room floor, telling her to lay down on it. I got the massager out, but she said she liked my hands better, so I laid it aside.
Fully clothed after church, she laid down on the matt. I knelt beside her, and started working her shoulders. After a few minutes, I straddled her, saying I needed to get batter leverage. She moaned lightly as I stroked and rubbed her, and I knew it was effecting her.