My Sexy Mother-In-Law - Sex Stories

My Sexy Mother-In-Law

Part fiction, but mostly true.

Two years into our married life, Tracey went off to Spain on a hen week with her best friend, to whom she was to be a bridesmaid.

I stayed at home and continued to work while she was away. I also carried out errands for my recently widowed mother-in-law, Silvie.

Silvie was a young mum when she gave birth to Tracey; she was only thirty-eight when she lost Tracey's dad, Tom. A year later, neither Silvie nor Tracey had gotten over their loss at such a young age.

Silvie was a stunning lady; she looked after herself and always looked good. She took a great deal of pride in her appearance, even after the loss of Tom.

Her greatest attributes were her legs, bum, and tits, all of which turned men's heads.

She was not tall at five feet six, but she looked six feet in heels. Her legs were slim yet long and shapely, and her bum was pert and perfect. Her tits were big and bouncy—at least a D-cup.

Silvie loved to wear short skirts and low-cut tops to show off her wonderful figure, and I loved to look. Even while dressed casually at home, Silvie would wear tight-fitting shorts or Lycra leggings and t-shirts, minus her bra.

While visiting Silvie, Tracey would often encourage her mum to put a bra on, as her big, fat nipples were hard to miss through such flimsy material.

A few days into Tracey's holiday, Silvie invited me over for dinner; this had been pre-arranged by my mother-in-law and Tracey.

I arrived with wine and flowers and ...

... was hoping for a relaxing evening with good company and good food. I was met at the door by Silvie; she looked fantastic, Silvie was dressed in a short black leather mini-skirt, black nylons, and her usual high-heeled strappy sandals. On her top half, she wore a flimsy, almost see-through orange blouse, under which she had no bra.

We kissed each other on the cheek as was normal and went through to the lounge to have pre-dinner drinks.

We sat and chatted for at least thirty minutes before Silvie served our dinner. We sat at the dining table and chatted as we ate, and the more wine she drank, the more suggestive she became, and the more horny I became in such beautiful company.

After dinner, we returned to the lounge, shared the sofa, and watched some TV as we continued to chat and laugh about almost anything.

Silvie's skirt was so short I could see that her nylons were lacy-topped stockings, my favourite and I guessed she knew that, and this was affecting my cock, which was stirring in my trousers; I was not wearing underwear.

As we sat on the sofa, I was aware that Silvie was gradually moving closer to me, inch by inch, in a way not to make it too obvious.

When she got up to refresh our glasses with more wine, she sat back down within inches of me and rested her hand on my thigh, just a fraction away from my semi-erect cock, which was difficult to hide.

Sitting that close, I was getting a good view of her impressive cleavage due to the top few buttons of ...