The Underwear Storage Unit

Valeria is my wife Vix' mother, Vix is short for Victoria. Divorced, lives about 2 miles from us and she had asked Vix if we could go and help her move some furniture.

"Vix, sweetie," I said when she asked me, "I only have today when I am mostly free and can clear the day or it is going to be the weekend. When are you free?"

"Not this week. It'll have to be the weekend."

"Unless I go over today and see what I can get done?"

"Ok, I'll text mother."

I spent about thirty minutes online, sorting out the items that couldn't wait until tomorrow, and then I went and showered ready to go to Valeria's. I sent her a text to say I was on my way. The journey was without event and only took a few minutes before I was pulling up at her house, a small detached brick and pebbledash in a side street.

"Come in Ted, thank you for coming over. Victoria couldn't get away her text said." As I walked in, she gave me a nice welcoming hug, her bosom pressed to my chest, her arms loosely around me.

"No, Vix is in the final stages of a project and needs to be in the office all week, I managed to make some time today, so I thought I would see what we can get done, and if we need an extra pair of hands, then we can both come back over at the weekend."

"Let's have a cup of tea. Come on." She headed off into the kitchen and put the kettle on. It didn't take long to boil so I assumed she had already got it ready after I sent my text. I sat at the table as she made the tea. Pot warmed, tea added, and then two cups and saucers readied, and the strainer out of the drawer. She knows how I have my tea, well brewed and just a splash of milk. No sugar or sweetener.

"Shall we sit here or in the lounge Ted?" She asked as she was pouring the tea.

"Here is fine for now Valeria, then we can go and look at what needs moving." I answered.

"Good, okay, only I never seem to get chance to chat with people these days, and some days I don't even use my voice, like yesterday, not one word did I say.

"Crumbs Valeria, of course, if you don't go out, then who is there to talk to?"

"Exactly and these days people seem to prefer to text and don't even use their phones. It can get so lonely."

"Why don't you try some of them dating sites, you know the 'swipe right' type?"

"Oh goodness, no."

"Why not, what have you got to lose, you might even get a bit of added friendliness thrown in," I said with a wink.

"That's probably all they would want, and I am not sure about that. I am a bit old, a bit wrinkled, you know, and well, probably past all that."

"What fucking rubbish Valeria." She started at my obscenity, "you absolutely are not too old, you look stunning and would turn many a head. You don't need me to tell you that, you can look in the mirror and see for yourself."

"I just see a tired old lady."

"Oh Valeria you must be looking through cracked lenses. The woman I see is beautiful, has great stature, wears gorgeous outfits and is always beautifully made up."

"But the men would only be after one thing."

"So what? You are not a heady teenager trying to find Mr Right, these days you just want some company and some sex, no strings, no fumbling because nowadays you know what you like, and what you don't. Just go out, have a good time and then have an even better time in bed. If you don't see him again, as I said, so what?"

"That is very promiscuous, I have never slept around Ted. Victoria's dad on the other hand, well, least said."

"That was then, this is now, and Vix' dad is a fucking idiot cheating on you and then leaving. She is what twenty years younger than him? When he ages a bit more, she'll swap him for another and he will be left high, dry and alone. Idiot."

"Well, he was the last one I went with, I've probably healed over," she laughed, not a joyous laugh, more sad and resigned.

"I don't think they grow back Valeria," I said, "and good job they don't, whoever wants to go through that 'first time' again, no."

"True, I remember it to this day and no, fumbling, pain, no, you're right."

I thought it worth changing the subject, things were a little maudlin. "What furniture do you want to move, now I am here, let's go and have a look." I put my empty cup on the saucer and stood. Valeria led the way to her bedroom upstairs.

"I want to move this chest of drawers to that wall over there, only it is oak, and I just can't move it."

"Do the drawers come out?"

"I suppose so, I have never thought about that, but they are heavy too."

"Right, let me have a look." I went across and opened the top drawer and pulled it forwards, it caught on something. I ran my fingers around the edge and found a small springy piece of metal that stopped the drawer coming fully out.

"Have you got a knife, or a spatula, or something thin and flat I could use?" I asked.

"Wait a minute," she said and went out of the room, going downstairs to the kitchen. Whilst she was gone, I looked at what was in the drawer, it was set after set of beautifully co-ordinated underwear, the old fashioned yet elegant underwear, not the flimsy things of nowadays, all neatly arranged in their sets.

"Try this," she said passing me a small palette knife, "It is the thinnest thing I have."

I pushed the drawer partially back in, slid the palette knife over the spring to hold it down, and then slid the whole drawer out.

"Goodness, you are right Valeria, this is a heavy drawer, this is not going to fall apart in a hurry." I placed the drawer on the bed, and then repeated the process with the remaining drawers. One had slips in, I do love a slip, another stockings, and another scarves and what looked like silk wraps.

Now empty, I tested the weight of the carcass. It was really heavy, but I thought I could move it to where she wanted by walking it, a little at a time. Being solid wood, not MDF, it shouldn't weaken. It took a fair few steps, but I managed to get it into place and then put the various drawers back. I was quite tired when I had finished and sat on the bed to get my strength back.

"Fabulous underwear Valeria, I make no apology for looking, but fabulous, very classic, should you go on a date, any man would be absolutely besotted to discover that under your dress."

"Oh don't be silly Ted."

"I'm not, I mean it is stunning, and I can only imagine what you would look like in it, oh, and slips, God I love a slip, so erotic I always think."

"Wait here." She opened her top drawer, took some items, then her third drawer and took some stockings, and then left the room and went into the other bedroom where she kept her wardrobe. Her main bedroom was sparse, the bed, a large King size, bedside tables and her chest of drawers, and a chair. The window had old fashioned draped curtains, by old fashioned I mean from the seventies, not the modern simple blinds that people go for, no swags, but beautiful heavy lined curtains.

Her bedspread, which covered a standard quilt, was in a fabric complementary to the curtains. Not the same, but similar in design and colour tones. Valeria came back in. "See," she said, "just too old fashioned."

"Jesus Valeria, you have to be joking. My god, you are stunning." She was wearing a light blue dress, fitted bodice showing a wonderfully deep cleavage, small sleeves, a tight waist and then it flared out and finished at her knees. She had stockings on her legs and her shoes were about a three inch heel, and the heels were a square Victorian style. "You go out in that outfit Valeria and any man that you are with will be speechless."

"You are being silly," she said, but with a smile on her face. "Really, I do look good?" She walked over where I was sat on the bed and did a twirl. The dress flared as she spun and I just got a flash of stocking top.

"Valeria that outfit does things it shouldn't, my God, does it ever. I can only imagine what delights it hides. My God."

She turned her back to me. "The dress undoes from the top."

Oh. Now that was a surprise. I looked up and there was a small hook and eye at the neckline and then a discrete zip that ran down to the waist. I thought nothing ventured and reached up and unhooked the dress. I heard a soft sigh from Valeria. I grasped the small zipper and slowly pulled it down, inch by inch, to her waist. I slipped a hand inside the opening and held her side, just under her bust. There was another soft murmur.

Still facing away from me, she shimmied her shoulders and the dress fell forward, trapped by her arms, but her back now revealed. There seemed no catch on the bra, and I could see what was obviously a suspender belt just above her waist. I moved my hand around her side and cupped her breast. The silky bra material was soft and smooth to the touch and the bra was obviously well engineered as it supported her fully. She turned around to face me, my hand dropping and coming away as she did.

She looked me directly in the eyes as she pulled her arms from the sleeves, allowed the dress to fold down revealing her bra and breasts in all their glory, and then let her dress fall to her feet. Her underwear all matched, a very light blue and a lace and silk fabric combination. Her breasts stood proud on her chest, cleavage dark in its depths, a suspender belt with three straps per side holding up her stockings, and then small camisole style knickers.

"I can assure you Valeria, that outfit is better than could be imagined, it absolutely has the effect that any woman wearing it would desire. My God."

"And what effect could that be Ted? Don't forget I am recently inexperienced in these matters."

"I am extremely aroused and am having difficulty not throwing you onto the bed and ravishing you. My God, believe me, I am struggling."

"I am not stopping you." Okay, that was the green light, the waved union flag. I stood up and embraced her, leaning down slightly to kiss her lips. And as I kissed her my fingers sought the catch of her bra.

"It unfastens at the front," she said between kisses. I turned her around and pushed her gently onto the bed, her legs parting and I could see the treasure between her legs as the knickers flapped apart as she lay. I kissed her decolletage and licked lightly in her cleavage. I could see the clasp and undid it. No longer held in place by the mechanical engineering marvel of her bra, her breasts fell to the sides of her chest. I peeled back the cups and her nipples were revealed. Large, like the ends of my thumbs, crinkly and very inviting. I suckled.

Valeria sighed again, and cooed as I kissed down her stomach, past the suspender belt, and headed towards her knickers. Those knickers were a thing of beauty. Not tight to her body like panties, but loose, like mini culottes. Hardly hanging below her crotch and barely covering her pubis they both hid and revealed her treasures, utterly compelling. I ran my finger along the hem and gently ran along the crease at the top of her thigh, grazing her labium, inhaling her aroma.

Using both hands I eased her knickers down revealing her glory. Above her sex she had short trimmed hair, some grey, some not, and her inner labia protruded from between her fat outer labia. A little bump towards the top showed where I would find her clitoris. I dabbed my tongue. "Ooh," she murmured and I pressed my tongue, delving into the crease, seeking her entrance, probing, delving.

I pressed my tongue inside her, wiggling a little, her labia squashed to one side and I sucked, tasting her flavour, oh what a delight.

"Do it Ted," she said in a soft breathless voice, "do it."

I shimmied up her body and using my left hand I fisted my cock to her entrance and pushed, slowly entering, feeling as my foreskin retreated along my cock, my cock head fully unsheathed when I reached her depth. I felt her nails press into my back, gripping, as if to prevent my escape. I pulled back a little and then pushed back in again, the warmth of her fanny surrounding my cock. I felt her squeeze, her fanny muscles clamping and relaxing and I began to fuck my mother in law in earnest.

Beneath me she lay, her bra cups either side of her, her knickers at one ankle, and her suspender and stockings in place, and atop it all, my body, my cock fucking her, in, back, in, back. As I fucked I leant down and brushed my lips on hers and kissed, my tongue seeking hers as my cock penetrated her, the ripples in her fanny stimulating my cock head as I brushed over them.

I felt her tense, her fingers pressed harder into my back and her breath held. I pushed harder, sought to go deeper, the slap of our bodies echoing around her bedroom.

"Oooh, yes," she gasped as her fanny clamped tightly my cock held deep within her as my orgasm came and I spurted, twice, three times, filling my wife's mother with my seed. "Oh yes, yes," Valeria whispered softly as she relaxed, her fanny releasing my cock which slipped from her, a stream of white following to drip down into her bottom crease.

I leant up and then rolled to her side. What now, I wondered. Had she engineered this or was it a moment of convenience grabbed, taken and enjoyed.

"Well," she said.

"Yes," I answered.

"Can you come over one morning next week, I have another outfit I would like your opinion on."

"Oh, I should think so. Vix will probably need to be at work though, so I shall be on my own."

"Probably for the best, don't you think?