While this story may not be true - there are many details that are true.....
My mother in law and myself don't really get along. This wasn't always the case, but perhaps it was I didn't really know her - and/or I thought she was like that because of things that were going on in her life at that time. I figured perhaps she wasn't getting fucked, or whatever, and that would change.
Well that never did change, in fact it only got worse as her husband was cheating on her, and he eventually left her.
A few years have gone by, but - perhaps before I get into this part of the story, I should give some details.
I'm not the best looking guy, a little overweight, average length cock, but I do have a thick cock, about 6 inches in girth(one ex of mine compared it with her wrist, and basically my cock was as thick as her wrist)
My mother-in-law, she's not the best looking woman - but for someone who's in her mid 60s, she's not bad to say the least. She's got small tits, about average weight, a big round ass, and I know for a fact she sports a bush down below - as I've seen it protruding out the sides of her bathing suit when we go to a cottage or the beach. And just so you all know - I love a hairy pussy.
Now - where were we?? Oh yeah, a few years have gone by and my mother-in-law, let's call her Barb, is living alone out of town. She does come by a few times a week, but I generally try to avoid talking with her. I do overhear conversations she has with my wife about how things aren't going well on the manhunt front. She's gone on 2 dates in the past year, the one guy didn't even kiss her at the "doorstep" - while the other guy brought her home, didn't last longer than a minute or two and fell asleep, while she was left to finger herself.
My wife Kelly tells her mom that I'm a good lover and is sure I could pleasure her good, but Barb doesn't really think I'd be willing to do this and Kelly definitely said it would be tricky to make happen. (Which is 100% true).
So, a few months goes by and Barb calls to say she has a problem at her house and asks if I can go over and help. I go over and a book case in her bedroom had fallen over, she had already tried to put it back up and it just fell right back down(due to all the stuff she had on it). She had some tools and screws in the garage, so I grabbed what I needed and secured the shelf back to the wall.
As I was working on the shelf she was nagging the whole time. When I was done with the shelf, and books and stuff back on it, she was starting to nag and complain about other things. I basically snapped and said "Holy Shit Barb, when's the last time you got off?"
This surprised her, and caught her off guard - she said "What do you mean?". I continued in a stern voice and asked "When's the last time you got a good fucking?" Barb said - "I don't really want to discuss this with you."