Mrs. G, she’s a hot MILF. She’s also my wife’s mother. Her name is Linda but I can’t bring myself to call her by her first name, but for the sake of this story, I will. Mrs. G… Linda doesn’t realize how hot she is, and Mr. G (aka Tony) in my opinion takes her for granted. It could be the product of their 20-year marriage. You may ask yourselves how I know. Well, I’m intuitive that way. I pick up on their body language and capture Linda’s passive/aggressive comments directed at her husband Tony. I can tell she doesn’t get dicked as often as she’d like. Time has allowed me to become familiar with their routine. He goes to bed early. She stays up reading her romance novels probably wishing she was the female character who gets swept off her feet by the strong, hung male lead.
And that’s where I come in. I have the hots for my mother-in-law. She’s got a body that screams FUCK ME and it just plain gets my dick hard!! She doesn’t realize how beautiful she is mainly because she hasn’t been told in a while. She’s got a pair of tits that could feed an army, not Dolly Parton freakish big, but for a woman in her mid-40’s her tits have held up well. Her ass. Wow! Her ass was made for spanking. And I’m guessing she hasn’t gotten spanked in a while.
Linda didn’t like me when she met me. Well, let me be clear… she didn’t like the idea of her daughter dating a black guy. She’d freak if she knew how much her daughter enjoys sex and all the depraved things I’ve taught her, and make her do. She and Tony never right out came and said they didn’t like me. It was a gut feeling, and my gut feeling hasn’t failed me yet.
This turn of events happened about a month ago. My wife and I had a big blow up… a big one, and I was distraught. She threatened to leave me … and all over porn. Yes, porn. She’d caught me watching porn and she was so disgusted by it. She couldn’t get over her anger, and said I wasn’t a loyal husband. In the moment, I made promises I knew I couldn’t keep. I kept promising her I’d never watch porn again. She couldn’t understand why I was watching videos of hot moms fucking their sons. I couldn’t explain my way out of it. I just couldn’t. All I could do was apologize but it wasn’t good enough for her. She yelled at me and threw me out.
I jumped in my car and just drove. I drove around aimlessly, or so I thought. Somehow, I found myself parked in my in-law’s driveway. I didn’t know how I got there, and not quite sure why I had subconsciously drove to my wife’s parents’ home.
A movement caught my eye. I’d seen a dim light in the downstairs study, but thought it was too late for anyone to be awake. Then I saw it again. Someone was moving about, and I could tell it was Linda.
I soon found myself at the doorstep. I knocked lightly so as to not wake Tony, and in a whisper called out to Linda. I stood still for what seemed like an eternity and then suddenly the porch light came on. I again called out to Linda, somewhat above a whisper but loud enough for her to know it was me. Suddenly the door opened slightly and she was standing semi-hiding her body behind the door. She looked somewhat surprised to see me standing there and asked what I was doing there, and at this time of night.
I pleaded with her to please let me in. I needed to talk.
She shook her head and said she wasn’t dressed appropriately and that this wasn’t a good idea. She asked that I come back tomorrow at a decent hour and started to close the door.
I begged her with tears in my eyes; begged her to please let me in. I needed someone to talk to.
She again asked that I come back tomorrow and closed the door in my face.
Even with the door closed I begged her to please let me in. Tears were running down my cheeks like the Niagara.
I guess she took pity on me because next thing I know she opened the door again. She apologized, but again told me she couldn’t let me in. Her husband was upstairs asleep and she wasn’t dressed for visitors. I must have looked pathetic, because she hesitantly opened the door wider and told me to come on in, but told me I had to be quiet.
Upon entering the dark foyer, I noticed that she was indeed not dressed properly. The dim light from the study offered enough light for me to make out she was wearing a soft knee-length see-thru nighty, and best I could tell she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
She ushered me into the study, where she instructed me to sit on the plush love seat. The study was a small room; big enough for a mid-sized desk that housed a desktop, some desk accessories, a side table with a lamp and the love seat. Quite cozy.
Linda sat on the opposite end trying to conceal her nakedness. I was trying to compose myself and trying not to stare so as to not make her uncomfortable. I knew she didn’t like me which only made me a bit more nervous. I honestly don’t know why I ended up here of all places.
She looked at me with wondering eyes and gave me a quizzical look. I’m sure she was wondering what the hell I was doing at her house at this time of night.
I looked at her and stated, “We had a fight. She’s going to leave me.”
She was taken aback by my revelation. I could tell. But she kept her composure.
“She caught me doing something I wasn’t supposed to be doing, and she called me a ‘pig’ and said she didn’t’ want to be married me,” I continued.
She looked at me intently.
“I don’t’ know why I ended up here. I guess I didn’t know where else to go.”
“Well, I’m sorry that you two are going through this rough patch, but there’s nothing I can do for you,” she said very matter of fact.
Her tone, her delivery and her cold words cut me like a knife. I’d shared that my marriage was over. I thought perhaps she could put her dislike for me aside and consider her daughter’s happiness. Her words and her disdain for me infuriated me to the core. I could feel my blood rising when I heard Tony call out, “Honey, are you down in the study? I thought I heard voices.”
The panic-stricken look on her face was priceless. She stood up without modesty and unbeknownst to her, she flashed her pussy. I was surprised! She opened the door slightly hiding behind it much like she’d done earlier with the front door giving me a generous view of her soft hind legs. The nightie did little to conceal her full, round ass. I could see the bottom of her ass cheeks right where her cheeks meet her legs. She must have forgotten she didn’t have panties on, and I could swear I could smell her sex.
She called out to her husband, “I’m in the study reading, Sweetie. I guess I must have been reading aloud. Go back to sleep. I’ll be up in a bit.”
I started to say something, and she looked back at me giving me the death stare. She stopped me cold.
Tony went back up to bed. She had just lied to him. I guess she’d have to. I mean, she’s not dressed appropriately and she’s entertaining her daughter’s husband. Seriously. How would that look? And then the realization came to me, and I knew opportunity was knocking at my door.
She was still standing at the door keeping an ear out for her husband, making sure she heard him march upstairs, when I came up behind her and hugged her. She was startled and fought me off.