Revised, Rewritten, and Continued from Chapter 01:

Tainted by the stories of horrible, obese, mean, and domineering mothers-in-law, Jennifer wasn't anything like what I thought she'd be. She was as beautiful as she was shapely and sexy. Even more than just her good looks and her great body, my wife's mother was fun and funny. She was good company to be around when my wife was working.

She had a great sense of humor. Quick witted, compared to her daughter, Heather, my new bride was dull, uninteresting, and unimaginative except when it came to sex. Her mother always got the joke and laughed long before her daughter did.

"I don't get it," Heather would often say and when she did have that confused look on her face, her mother and I would laugh.

Then, by the time we finished explaining the joke, it was no longer a joke but a tedious explanation. With us always on the same page, we enjoyed teasing one another and teasing Heather at her daughter's expense. With Heather so serious, too serious, especially when it came to her job and even sex, her mother and I were always laughing.

Every time Heather walked in the kitchen, we were laughing as if we had just finished telling a joke. The whole time we were together we were laughing while Heather stared down at her phone texting. When Heather went to bed because she had an early morning shift, we'd stay up late to watch a movie while talking, laughing, and drinking wine.

A big thing for me, something that Heather didn't enjoy doing, Jennifer loved playing games. Whether card games, board games, bowling, shooting pool, playing darts, pinball, or miniature golf, Jennifer was up for the challenge. Always wanting to win, she was as competitive as I was.

I loved playing games with my wife's mother. I only wished she'd play strip poker, strip pool, or strip darts. Yet, not wanting to shock her, pressure her, insult her, and/or embarrass her, I didn't have the nerve to ask her to strip off her clothes while playing a game. Yet, if she drank enough wine, I always wondered if she would undress after losing a game. A win/win for me, if I lost playing strip anything, I'd have no compunction about stripping naked in front of my mother-in-law.

Suffice to say, as if she was giving me a slow, striptease, I'd love to watch my mother-in-law remove her clothes. I'd love to see Jennifer naked. I'd love for my wife's mother to see me naked too. Since we were always alone together, perhaps, if we were both naked while drinking and playing a game, we'd have a better chance of having sex.

With me always incorrigibly horny, whenever I played a board game with Jennifer, whether it was Scrabble, Monopoly, Backgammon, chess, or Rummikub, I'd sit on the floor in front of her while she sat on the edge of the couch. My ulterior motive, when she leaned forward and lean over the coffee table to make her move, she continually gave me a down-blouse view of her cleavage and bra. She seldom wore pants and always wore a revealing short, sexy skirt. Much like her daughter, she had long, shapely legs, legs that I imagined sliding a slow hand up between them while parting them.

Every time she moved, I'd look up expecting to see something forbidden. Every time she slowly and seductively crossed and uncrossed her legs, whether it was accidentally, unintentionally, or deliberately, she'd flash me all that I had hoped to see of her between her legs. Every time she moved, as if she was my version of Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct, instead of flashing me her naked pussy, she'd flash me her white panties.

Careful not to allow her to catch me looking, staring, and ogling her panty clad cunt, I didn't want to make her feel awkwardly uncomfortable for her to stop flashing me her panties. With me having somewhat of a panty fetish, I loved seeing her panties. Whether it was seeing her panties, her cleavage, and/or her bra, I love seeing what I shouldn't be seeing of my MILF of a mother-in-law. Obviously, with her intent on playing the game, she had no idea that I could see all that she was carelessly showing.

She involuntarily parted her knees to lean forward to make her next game move. My discomfort of sitting on the floor instead of on a chair was well worth it when rewarded with continual, up-skirt peeks of my mother-in-law's, white, bikini panties. I loved seeing flashes of her panties. I loved seeing her panty clad cunt as much as I love seeing her long line of cleavage and her low-cut bra.

'Peek-a-boo,' I thought whenever seeing something of her that I shouldn't see. 'Peek-a-boo.'

Even when her knees were cemented tightly together, with her skirt so short, even shorter when she was sitting, and her thighs so shapely thin, I could still see a triangular patch of her panties over her shapely thighs. Obviously, having a fetish for panties and giving me something to masturbate over later, I loved seeing flashes of my mother-in-law's bright, white panties. I loved seeing her pussy mound, her pussy slit, her camel toe, and the stray blonde, pubic hairs that peeked out from the sides of her panties.

I constantly masturbated over imagining my mother-in-law in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked while having sex with her. In the way that I imagined fingering her through her panties, I imagined licking her through her panties. While lovingly and romantically kissing her, I imagined pushing her panties aside with my long, stiff finger to finger her warm, wet pussy. While kissing her, I imagined rubbing her clit and fingerfucking her pussy. While kissing her, I imagined masturbating my MILF of a mother-in-law while imagining my wife's mother masturbating me.

'Wow. If only she would, I would too,' I thought. 'As much as I'd love to masturbate my mother-in-law, I'd love my wife's mother to masturbate me too.'

Then, something I yearned to do, I imagined removing her panties to eat her before making love to her and fucking her. In the way that I gave Heather multiple, sexual orgasms with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock, I imagined giving Jennifer multiple, sexual orgasms with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock. Suffice to admit, I was falling in love with Heather's mother. Suffice to admit, I wanted to have sex with my mother-in-law. I wanted to make her and watch her cum. I wanted to make her my sexy bitch.

In the way that I constantly masturbated whenever seeing my mother-in-law's panties, I continually masturbated over seeing my mother-in-law's long line of sexy cleavage and her low-cut bra. As much as I loved her panty clad pussy, I loved her big tits. While humping her big breasts, I'd love to stick my cock between her shapely breasts while she leaned down to lick, kiss, and suck the head of my cock. As much as I'd love to cum in my mother-in-law's mouth, while imagining my cum dripping from her nipples, I'd love to cum all over her big tits.

Whenever she leaned forward to reach across the game board, she rewarded me with constant down-blouse views of her cleavage and her sexy, low-cut bra. Whenever she wore a low-cut blouse and leaned low enough and long enough, I could not only clearly see the size and shape of her big breasts but also, I could clearly see her areolas and nipples too. Suffice to say, a voyeuristic and exhibitionistic, sexually salacious and seductive experience seeing all that I should never see of her, I loved playing board games with my MILF of a mother-in-law, Jennifer.

I imagined feeling her big breasts through her blouse and bra while kissing her. I imagined fingering her nipples through her blouse and bra while making out with her. I imagined unbuttoning her blouse and feeling her big breasts through her sexy, low-cut brassiere. I imagined unhooking her front snapping bra and feeling her naked tits while fingering her erect nipples. I loved my mother-in-law's tits. I couldn't wait to see them, touch them, feel them, fondle them, and suck them.

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Something else we had in common, her mother was a serious movie buff. She had an entire library of movies in her head from the 1930's to the present. She knew all the old actors and actresses and, as if she was a movie critic, she was quick to interject lines of remembered dialogue from old movies in our conversations.

Hard to believe but Heather's mother was my dream woman. Instead of marrying my mother-in-law's daughter, I should have married my wife's mother. I should have married Jennifer instead of Heather. Clearly obviously to me now, without a doubt, she's the woman I should have married.

Not only did she love playing games and watching movies, she loved watching NFL football and baseball games too. As far as Jennifer was concerned, I couldn't have enough televisions, the bigger the screen the better. As far as Jennifer was concerned, one TV for every room and three in the downstairs game room, I couldn't buy enough TV's. Not into sports except for ice skating and ballroom dancing, Heather hated football as much as she hated baseball. Moreover, too busy nursing when she wasn't having sex, she seldom watched TV. Whatever she needed to see, she watched on her phone.

Where Heather was serious about her career and her profession, her mother was content staying home, cooking, cleaning, and doing laundry. It seemed like a good tradeoff. I supplied her with a roof over her head and a small salary, and in exchange, we had a cook, a cleaner, and a laundress. As much as she was Heather's mother, in the way that she took care of my domestic needs, she seemingly was my mother too. Only, something so very forbidden, I wanted to have sex with my wife's mother.

With Jennifer loving children and always wishing she could have had more children, it wasn't long before I wanted to give my mother-in-law a grandchild. Then, after finding out that Heather didn't want children, something so impossibly forbidden, I wanted to give my mother-in-law a baby. Yet, what was I thinking? Did I dare impregnate my wife's mother while still married to her daughter? That's something that poor, white, trash and ignorant people living in a trailer park do, or people who are invited on Jerry Springer have done.

"My only regret," confessed Jennifer after having a couple glasses of wine and falling silent with a long pause.

I stared at her while waiting for her to speak. She was so pretty. She was so sexy. She had such big tits. Suddenly, when she looked up and nearly caught me staring at her blouse and bra clad breasts, she looked so sad and had tears in her eyes.

"What? What is it? What's your only regret," I asked while touching her hand?

She smiled at me and right then and right there, I wished she was my wife instead of my mother-in-law. I so wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her. I so wanted to part her lips with my tongue and French kiss her. I so wanted to make out with her. I so wanted to touch and feel her everywhere through her clothes where I touch and feel her daughter through her clothes while kissing her. I so wanted to strip her naked and have forbidden sex with her.

"My only regret was not having more children. I would have loved giving my daughter a brother or a sister. I would have loved to have had another baby. When I had Heather, I was too young and too poor to enjoy the experience of motherhood. Unmarried, I didn't even have a husband to help me."

I watched a tear slide down her cheek in the way that I imagined my cum sliding down her cheek after giving my mother-in-law a cum bath. Having Heather when she was 18-years-old, 22-years later, her mother was 40-years-old. With me 9-years older than Heather, Jennifer was 9-years older than me. Yet, the maturity of a 40-year-old woman was more compatible with a 31-year-old man than the immaturity of a 22-year-old woman. Not having to explain every little nuance to Jennifer, there were things that her mother understood about me and about living that Heather didn't and never would understand.

After living with the two women, the contrast between the two was blatantly obvious. It didn't take me long to realize that I didn't love Heather in the way that I thought I did. It didn't take me long to realize that I was in love with her mother, my mother-in-law, in the way I never suspected I would. It didn't take me long to realize that I married the wrong woman. Now what? What do I do now? Even though Heather gives me plenty of sex, too much sex, I'm stuck in a loveless marriage.

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Confused about my relationship with my wife and the sexual relationship I wanted to have with my mother-in-law, sad to say but I wished I had never married my wife. Yet, had I not married Heather, I never would have met her mother. Had I not married Heather and intimately gotten to know her, and after having lived with Jennifer, I wouldn't have been able to compare my wife to her mother. I never would have realized that the woman that I thought that I wanted to marry wasn't the woman that I really wanted to marry. Had I not married Heather, I never would have fallen in love with her mother.

With all the things we had in common, and with all the fun times we had, Jennifer was the woman I wanted. Not wanting to hurt Heather, nonetheless preoccupied with her mother, I had thoughts of Jennifer filling my head. Always thinking about my mother-in-law morning, noon, and night, even when having sex with my wife, I no longer thought of my wife. Instead, I thought of her mother. Instead of wanting my wife, I wanted her mother.

'What's wrong with me to not want a 22-year-old beauty? What's wrong with me for lusting over a 40-year-old woman,' I thought. 'What's wrong with me for sexually lusting over a woman that I can't have? What's wrong with me for falling in love with my wife's mother and falling out of love with my wife?'

Even when having sex with Heather, I was only there in body and not there in mind and spirit. Even when we were having sex, I imagined having sex with her mother. So that Heather wouldn't know that I no longer wanted to have sex with her, I pretended that she was her mother. Sad but despicably true, I pretended that I was having sex with Jennifer instead of with Heather.

While fingering, licking, and making love to Heather, I imagined fingering, licking, and making love to Jennifer. While fucking Heather, I imagined fucking Jennifer. While Heather stroked me, sucked me, and made love to me before fucking me, I imagined Jennifer stroking me, sucking me, and making love to me before fucking me. The imagined, sexual image of Jennifer was not only always in my head but also the imagined, sexual image of Jennifer was always in my bed.

"I love you, Jennifer."

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Wishing that I could write her a romantic, love poem or a romantic, love song, Jennifer made me wish that I was a poet, a writer, or a songwriter. She made me wish I could creatively and articulately express my thoughts of love and passion for her. She made me wish I could explain how I truly felt about her in a love letter. Yet, never good with writing words on paper, I was never good with writing my thoughts. I was better with showing my love. Besides my head was filled and my thoughts were jumbled with Jennifer's daughter as much as it was filled with Heather's mother.

It was then that I thought of hiring a writer to write a custom and personalized, erotic, love story about me with my wife's mother being sexually intimate with one another. I enjoyed reading, Kim of ILookLikeJailBait and I knew that she wrote custom, personalized stories for fans for a small fee. Perhaps, she could write a love story about me having passionate sex with my mother-in-law. Perhaps, that story would unload my mind of all the forbidden, sexual feelings that I felt for my wife's mother.

Then, daring myself to do so, not having the nerve to tell her how I felt, once the story was written, and after I printed it out, I'd leave the story somewhere I knew Jennifer would find it and read it. Without my wife ever knowing that I was in love with her mother, having my mother-in-law read my story would put the ball in her court. By having her find and read my story, I'd allow her to discover my true feelings about her.

Then, once she knew how I secretly felt about her, leaving it all up to her, it would be up to her if she wanted to begin a forbidden, sexual relationship with me, her son-in-law. It would be up to her if she wanted to kiss me and allow me to touch, feel, and have sex with her. It would be up to her if she wanted me to lick her while fingering her. It would be up to her if she wanted to stroke me while sucking me.

A long shot but worth the effort, it would be up to her if she wanted me to strip her naked and make love to her beautiful body. It would be up to her if she wanted me to fuck her. It would be up to her if she wanted us to continue our forbidden, sexual relationship behind Heather's back. What did I have to lose? All she could say was either yes or no.

That was my plan. A good plan but I was nervous about implementing it. There were lots of things that could go wrong with such a devious plan. What if Heather found the story? She could find the story first before her mother had a chance to read it. After Jennifer found my story and read my story, what if her mother told her daughter about the story I wrote? Chances are her mother would betray me before she'd betray her daughter.

Busted, after coming clean, what would I say in my defense then? Yet, even if she discovered my love for her mother, it would be better that she knew my true feelings now than later. Now that I no longer wanted Heather, the last thing that I wanted to do was to have a baby with her. For sure, as long as she's still able to have children, I'd much rather have a baby with Jennifer. Oddly bizarre, with her mother my prize, I'd much rather be Heather's stepfather than her husband.

Yet, what if my wife discovered my forbidden plan to sexually seduce her mother? Clearly, it would be as much my fault for writing my mother-in-law an explicitly sexual, love letter as it was my wife's fault for leaving me alone with her mother day after day and night after night. What was she thinking leaving me alone with a woman who looked like her mother? Did my wife want me to fall in love with her mother so that she could return to her lesbian ways and perhaps, even her lesbian lover, Samantha?

Was that it? Was that her plan? In the way that I no longer loved my wife, perhaps Heather never loved me but loved her lesbian lover instead. Perhaps, in the way that I yearned to have a sexual relationship with Jennifer, perhaps, Heather never ended her lesbian affair with Samantha. Perhaps, in the way that I no longer wanted to be with her, she no longer wanted to be with me. With them working side-by-side at the hospital every day in the way that I'm home alone with her mother every day, perhaps, in the way that I wanted to be with her mother, she wanted to be with her lesbian lover.

It was as much her fault as it was my fault for marrying too fast without knowing one another better. Had I known she didn't want children, I may have thought twice about marrying her. Had I known she didn't like dogs and had two cats, a real deal breaker, that could have torpedoed our relationship. Had I known she didn't have the sense of humor her mother had, wasn't a movie buff, didn't enjoy playing games, and didn't follow football and/or baseball, I may not have married her. Had I known she wanted her mother to live with us, that may have been too much to ask.

Putting my plan in action, I contacted Kim of ILookLikeJailBait and gave her a description of the characters along with a brief scenario of plot. Within a couple of weeks, she wrote me one Hell of a love story for much less than I'd spend on a movie and dinner. In the story, I had Kim write every sexual thing that I'd love to do with my mother-in-law and every sexual thing that I'd love her mother to do to me. Below are some excerpts from my love story that I had professionally written by Kim of ILookLikeJailBait.
Chapter 02:

My MILF of a Mother-in-law, Jennifer

I'm in love with my wife's mother, Jennifer. Even though my wife, Heather, is drop dead gorgeous, her mother is just as beautiful. Even though my wife is shapely and sexy, her mother is just as shapely and just as sexy but with bigger tits. Suffice to say that I love her tits, the bigger the better. I love my mother-in-law's big, shapely breasts.

I'd love to see her big, shapely breasts in her low-cut, sexy bra. I'd love to feel her big, shapely breasts through her low-cut, sexy bra. I'd love to fondled her big, shapely breasts through her low-cut, sexy bra. I'd love to suck her big, shapely breasts through her low-cut, sexy bra. I'd love to see, feel, fondle, and suck her big, shapely breasts through her low-cut bra before cumming all over her big, shapely, bra clad breasts.

I'd love to see her big, shapely, naked breasts. I'd love to feel her big, shapely, naked breasts. I'd love to fondle her big, naked, shapely breasts. I'd love to suck her big, shapely, naked breasts. I'd love to see, feel, fondle, and suck her big, shapely, naked breasts before cumming all over her big, shapely, naked breasts.

"I love you, Jennifer."

Yet, as I found out with Heather, a sexual attraction and love connection is not only about how one physically looks. A sexual attraction and love connection are not even enough to sustain a relationship, forget about a marriage. I don't know why I'm sexually attracted to an older woman but I am. I don't know why I sexually want my mother-in-law but I do. Especially when I have someone like 22-year-old Heather in my bed, why would I want to trade her for 40-year-old Jennifer. It makes no sense but love makes no sense.

"I'm in love with my mother-in-law. I love Jennifer. I do. I really do."

As strange as it's true, even though I've never had sex with Jennifer in the way that I'm constantly having sex with Heather, I love spending time with my wife's mother more than I do spending time with my wife. Even when Heather is naked, I'd rather spend time with her fully dressed mother. Even though I've never had sex with Jennifer, I continually masturbate over imagining my mother-in-law naked and have sex with her naked body. I'd love nothing more than to make out with Jennifer while touching her and feeling her through her clothes before stripping her naked.

Yet, in addition to the emotional and sexual connection I have with my mother-in-law, I have an intellectual connection with her too. All the things I don't have in common with my wife, I have in common with her mother. When we're not laughing over jokes we tell one another, we're watching movies, playing games, or watching sports. Heather doesn't have much of a sense of humor. Outside of her job, other than sex, Heather isn't interested in anything fun and exciting in the way that her mother is.

Heather hates playing games. She seldom watches movies and, with her nose buried in her iPhone, she rarely watches TV. She doesn't like sports unless it's ballroom dancing or ice skating. Right up there with golf or bocce, sorry, but I don't consider ballroom dancing or ice skating a sport.

Interesting enough, all the things I don't like about my wife, I like about her mother. My mother-in-law makes me happy. She makes me laugh. Thinking about her instead of my wife when I go to bed, instead of being excited to wake up next to my wife, I'm excited about seeing and being with my wife's mother the next morning. Where Jennifer is fun and funny, turning into Nurse Ratched from One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, Heather is always walking around with a scowl on her face. Way too serious for her age, when she's not sleeping or having sex, she's always working.

"No longer in love with my wife, I love my mother-in-law. I love you, Jennifer."

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Something I've been longing to do, I wish I could hold her and kiss her. I wish I could part her lips with my tongue and French kiss her. So strange for me to admit but I'd love nothing more than to make out with my mother-in-law. In the way that Heather is nothing more than frosting on a beautiful cake, Jennifer is the cake. Surely, eating cake is much more satisfying than licking frosting.

Something I've been yearning to do, while kissing her, I wish I could touch her mother and feel her mother everywhere I touch her daughter and feel her daughter through her clothes. Something I masturbate seeing, I wish I could see my mother-in-law in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked. I wish I could see her wearing a short, sheer, sexy, low-cut nightgown without having the modesty to wear a robe.

Something I masturbate doing, I wish I could have sex with my wife's mother. Something I sexually fantasize doing, while kissing her and feeling her everywhere, I wish I could strip her naked. I wish I could make love to my mother-in-law before fucking her hard and fast. I'd love to give her a sexual orgasm. I'd love to see and hear Jennifer cum.

In the way that Heather does with me when my cock is stretching her lips, I'd love her mother to stare up at me with her big, blue eyes while stroking me and sucking me. In the way that I do with Heather and that I'd love to do with her mother, I'd love to feel her naked breasts and finger her erect nipples while she's blowing me. Something I'd love to do, in the way that I cum in my wife's mouth, I'd love to cum in my mother-in-law's mouth.

'Blow me, Jennifer. Suck my cock while stroking my cock,' I imagine saying to my wife's mother. 'I need to cum. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth. I need to watch you swallow me.'

If only she'd give me a sign that she sexually wanted me as much as I sexually wanted her, I'd make all the rest of the moves. In the way that her whore of a daughter sexually seduced me, I'd sexually seduce her kind, caring, and loving albeit sexy mother. I'd sexually make my pass and tempt my mother-in-law to have sex with me. If she agreed to stroke, suck, and fuck me while I fingered, licked, and fucked her, I'd make her my sexy bitch. I'd own her mother's cunt.

Yet, with her my wife's mother living with us in the same house, the sexual relationship that I want to have with my mother-in-law is not only forbidden but incestuous. The loving relationship that I want to have with my mother-in-law is the one I wish I had with my wife. My wife would never forgive me if I had sex with her mother. My mother-in-law would never forgive me if I made my sexual intentions known, especially if she wasn't receptive to having sex with me in the way that I'd love to have sex with her.

Conceivably, for the sake of an illicit, love affair, I could ruin everything. Just as I'd feel guilty and remorseful for cheating on my wife, especially with her mother, no doubt, my mother-in-law would feel guilty and remorseful for cheating on her daughter, especially with her son-in-law. Only, just as I hope that she can't help herself for wanting to have sex with me, I can't help myself from wanting to have sex with her. I'd love nothing more than to have sex with my wife's mother.

"I love my MILF of a mother-in-law. I love my wife's mother. I love you, Jennifer and I hope you love me too."

I hope Jennifer has fallen in love with me in the way that I've fallen in love with her. With us not even married a year, a marriage not made in Heaven but one Hell of a mistake, I hope to divorce Heather and live the rest of my life with her mother. I'd love nothing more than to marry my wife's mother and give Jennifer my baby.

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A sexual fantasy that I have and one that I masturbate to while lying in bed thinking about my mother-in-law naked and having sex with her, I imagine her wearing a short, sheer, low-cut, sexy nightgown. Unembarrassed and unashamed, sexually teasing me, I imagine her wearing her virtually transparent nightgown in front of me without having the modesty to wear a robe. I imagine staring at her as she stands in front of the television. The bright light that passes through her sheer nightgown when she stands in front of the television makes her appear naked.

In the way that her daughter is always naked and ready for sex, I imagine my mother-in-law naked and ready for sex. I imagine us sitting on the couch together while drinking wine, talking, and laughing. I imagine her allowing me to put my arm around her shoulders and hold her. I imagined us cuddling while watching a movie. I imagine sneaking peeks of her naked breasts in down nightgown views and sneaking peeks of her naked pussy in up nightgown glimpses.

After having a couple glasses of wine, and with her a little tipsy, testing the sexually forbidden water, I imagine leaning over to her and kissing her. I imagine her not only allowing me to kiss her but also returning my kisses. I imagine parting her lips with my tongue and French kissing her. I'd love nothing more than to French kiss my mother-in-law. I'd love nothing more than to feel Jennifer's tongue in my mouth before feeling it wrapped around my prick. I've love nothing more than to make out with my wife's mother while feeling her beautiful body through her sexy nightgown.

More than just kissing her, I imagine touching, feeling, fondling, and squeezing her big breasts and her round, firm ass through her nightgown. Sexually arousing her as much as sexually exciting myself, pulling them, turning them, and twisting them, I imagined fingering her erect nipples through the thin material of her nightgown while continuing to French kiss her. I imagine removing her nightgown straps and allowing the bodice of her nightgown to fall to her waist to expose her big, naked breasts. Having my wicked, sexual way with her big, naked and shapely tits, I imagine sucking Jennifer's naked breasts while nibbling on her erect nipples.

I imagined her feeling my erect prick through my pajama bottoms while returning my long, wet kisses. I imagine her being just as sexually attracted to her son-in-law as I'm sexually attracted to my mother-in-law. I imagine Jennifer wanting to have sex with me as much as I want to have sex with her and as much as I once wanted to have sex with her daughter. I imagine my wife's mother being as horny for me as I am for her.

'I love your big tits, Jennifer,' I imagine saying while continuing to kiss her and feeling her big breasts, fingering her erect nipples, and squeezing her shapely ass through her sexy nightgown.

Not stopping there while continuing to have my wicked, sexual way with her tits, I imagine reaching beneath her nightgown to cup her naked pussy in the palm of my hand. My mother-in-law's cunt, I'd love to finger the naked, warm cunt of my wife's mother. I imagine fingering her wet pussy with my long, experienced fingers. Then, with her returning the sexual favor, I imagine her removing my erect prick from my pajama bottoms and slowly stroking me. I imagine masturbating her while she masturbates me.

Then, giving her a not so subtle hint, I imagine putting a gentle hand to the back of her blonde, pretty head and pushing her head forward. I imagine her willingly lowering her head to my lap. In the way her daughter does, I imagine her mother excitedly taking my naked cock in her hand and slowly stroking me before taking my stiff prick in her mouth to suck me. In the same way that her daughter does, like mother like daughter, I imagine Jennifer wrapping her red, full lips around my big, stiff prick while staring up at me with her big, blue eyes.

While stroking me faster and sucking me deeper, I imagined my wife's mother stroking my prick while sucking my prick. I imagine my MILF of a mother-in-law sucking my cock. I imagine my MILF of a mother-in-law giving me a blowjob. I imagine my MILF of a mother-in-law wanting me to cum in her mouth. Not wanting to disappoint her, I imagine leaving my gentle hand on the back of head while humping her mouth and fucking her face.

I imagined cumming in my mother-in-law's mouth in the way that I routinely cum in my wife's mouth. I imagine Heather's mother swallowing my cum and licking me clean in the way that my wife swallows my cum and licks me clean. I imagine us having sex late at night and early every morning while my wife is working her twelve-hour, graveyard shift. I imagine us having a secret, sexual, love affair behind my wife's back. I imagine making my wife's mother, my sexy whore.

In the way that I give her daughter multiple, sexual orgasms with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock, I'd love to give her mother multiple, sexual orgasms with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock. Then, still not done defiling my wife's mother, I imagine mounting my mother-in-law and making love to her before fucking her hard and fucking her fast. I imagine cumming in her pussy, making her pregnant, and giving her my baby. My dream come true, I imagine divorcing my wife to marry her mother. I imagine living happily ever after with my mother-in-law, Jennifer.

"I love you, Jennifer."

It sounds crazy but imagining my mother-in-law in her bra and panties, topless, in her sexy nightgown, and/or naked while having incestuous sex with her is all that I imagine and masturbate over. I no longer sexually want my wife. I sexually want her mother. I no longer love my wife. I love her mother.

In sounds crazy that, after not even a year of marriage, I no longer love my wife but I don't. Instead, I think of her mother night and day. I sexually fantasize over seeing her naked and having sex with her naked body. I sexually fantasize over her seeing me naked and having sex with my naked body. I love her mother. I love Jennifer. I want my wife's mother instead of my wife.

It sounds crazy but this is my story and I'm sticking with it. Hopefully Jennifer will find my story and read my story. Hopefully, Jennifer will be as sexually aroused reading my story as I'm sexually excited writing my story. I imagine her masturbating herself while reading my story in the way that I masturbated myself while writing this story. Hopefully, my mother-in-law will sexually want me as much as I sexually want her.

# # #

After my wife left for work, I left the story in my room and under my mattress. While my wife worked her 12-hour shift at the hospital and I was at work for the day, I wondered about my wife's mother. Knowing my mother-in-law would be in our bedroom to make our bed, with the story tucked in the very edge between the mattress and box spring, once she lifted the mattress to change the bedding, I knew she'd find my story. While thinking of Jennifer home alone and reading my story after finding my story, I had a hard time concentrating at work.

'What will she think,' I wondered? 'Will she be sexually excited or will she be angry. Will she masturbate herself while reading my story or will she call my wife outraged and tell her about the inappropriate sexual story I wrote for her to find?'

All day, I wondered if she found the story and read the story. All day, I wondered, if she did find the story and read the story, what she thought about the story. I hoped to make her as sexually aroused reading my story as I was sexually excited hiring a professional writer to help write my story.

I hoped my mother-in-law was as sexually attracted to me as I was sexually attracted to her. While reading my story, I wondered if she'd be as sexually aroused as I was sexually excited. I imagined her rubbing her clit and fingering her nipples in the way that I stroked my cock. It would be so hot if she masturbated herself while reading my story in the way that I masturbated myself while imagining my mother-in-law masturbating while reading my story.

In the way that I'd love my mother-in-law to see me naked while watching me masturbate myself, I'd love to see my mother-in-law naked while watching her masturbate herself. In the way that I'd love her to watch me stroking my prick, I'd love to watch her rubbing her clit. It would be thrilling to know that my mother-in-law masturbated over imagining me naked while imagining having sex with me in the way that I masturbate over imagining her naked while imagining having sex with her.

'How hot would that be if I sexually aroused her to masturbate herself while reading my story,' I thought?

In the way that I'd love to catch her masturbating, I'd love her to catch me masturbating. In the way that I'd love her to see the expression that I have on my face when getting close to cumming, I've love to see the expression she has on her face when she's close to cumming. In the way that I'd love her to watch and hear me cum, I'd love to watch and hear her cum. In the way that I'd love her to watch me shoot my load of cum, I'd love to watch her cum before falling back on her pillow while enjoying the afterglow of sex.

Then, the dread of remorse washed over me like a fever. 'What if she's not sexually attracted me in the way that I'm sexually attracted to her,' I thought? 'What if she doesn't sexually want her son-in-law in the way that I sexually want my mother-in-law? What if she wouldn't betray her daughter by having sex with me in the way that I'd betray my wife by having sex with her mother? What if she thought my story was disgusting instead of sexually exciting? After reading my story, what if instead of being sexually attracted to me, she despises me?'

All that day, unable to concentrate at work, I drove myself insane with sexual excitement mixed with worry, guilt, and remorse. All that day, excited that I left the story in a place where she'd find it and, hopefully, read it, I couldn't wait to go home to see if she found the story and read the story. All that day, suddenly feeling embarrassed and ashamed, I wished I had never hired a writer to write how I felt about my mother-in-law. Now, I wished I hadn't left my story where I knew she'd find it and read it.

'How dare I make a sexually inappropriate pass at my wife's mother,' I thought? 'How dare I want my mother-in-law instead of my wife? How dare I love Jennifer and not Heather?'

If Jennifer found the story and read the story, I'd put her in an untenable position. What would she do? Would a mother be more loyal to her daughter or to her son-in-law, her potential lover? Does she tell her daughter what I wrote or does she keep my sexy secret? Would she show my love story to her daughter for her to read or would she keep it to herself while hoping that this was the beginning of something beautiful between us?

'What if she's embarrassed and doesn't share my sexual feelings of want, need, and desire,' I thought? 'What if she's angry and doesn't share my romantic feelings of forbidden love and sexual lust? Moreover, what if she tells my wife that I wrote a story about my having sex with her mother, making love to her, fucking her, and making her pregnant with my child? What if she tells her daughter to leave me? What if I end up with no woman in my life instead of the one woman that I want and love, my mother-in-law?'

# # #

When I came home from work, feeling guilty, and glad that I didn't have to face her, my wife had already left for work. With her leaving for work earlier and earlier and with me coming home from work later and later, unless she wasn't working, we seldom saw one another during the week. With her shift always changing to fill in for a nurse on vacation or who called in sick, she was working the graveyard shift again, six pm until six am the following day. As excited as I was nervous, I'd be home alone with my mother-in-law all night and into the next morning.

'I can't wait to see my beautiful and sexy Jennifer,' I thought opening my front door.

Something I thought would be problematic when my newly wedded wife invited her mother to live with us, other than meeting Heather and having nymphomaniac sex with her, living with her mother was the best thing that even happened to me. From the time that I open my eyes to the time that I closed them, I think of my mother-in-law in her bra and panties, topless, naked, and/or wearing a sexy nightgown. Even when sleeping, I dream of my wife's mother instead of my wife. Even when masturbating, I masturbate over Jennifer instead of masturbating over Heather.
I couldn't wait to see my wife's mother. I couldn't wait to be alone with her. I couldn't wait to know if she not only found my story but also read my story. I couldn't wait to know her reaction to my confession of love, sex, lust, and desire. Would she want me or would she reject me? I had no idea. Would she tell her daughter or keep my secret? If she, indeed, found my story and read my story, I couldn't wait to know her reaction to reading all that I wrote.

Unable to think of anything else, I was as anxious as I was sexually excited to not only know if she found my love letter but also if she read my romantic, albeit sexual confession. Thinking the worst while hoping for the best, I had no idea what to expect. Now, dreading her rejection and shame, I wished I had never hired Kim to write the story. I wished I had never married Heather and/or met her mother.

Now, having second thoughts about being so vulnerable, I wished I kept the story to myself and didn't deliberately leave the story where my mother-in-law would find it and read it. In the way that I could break her daughter's heart, my mother-in-law had the power to break my heart. I worried that I may ruin everything. I worried my mother-in-law would show my story to her daughter. I worried my wife would leave me and take her beloved mother with her.

Yet, a small concession, at least I'd be able to get a dog. Getting a dog paled in comparison to losing the love of my life, my mother-in-law, but a dog was better than being alone with my bad self. No matter what, a dog would always love me, protect me, and be loyal to me. No matter what, after my wife and mother-in-law abandoned me, I'd always have my best, four-legged friend by my side.

Yet a bittersweet pill to swallow, on the bright side, as confused as I was sexually excited, maybe Jennifer didn't find my sexual fantasy. Maybe she hadn't read my love story. A good thing for me, maybe she read all that I hired Kim to write but decided to keep it to herself and not tell my wife. Maybe instead of telling me that she found the story and read the story, she'd sweep the elephant under the rug and not address the issue of my sexual attraction to her.

'I'm so confused,' I thought.

Possibly protecting Heather from me, maybe she won't tell her daughter that I'm a cad and an incestuous pervert. Perhaps, she won't tell her daughter that I'm a despicable man who rejected his wife for her mother. Maybe, instead, reciprocating my love for her, she'll give me a piece of her mind on how a husband should treat her daughter and respect his wife. Maybe she'll give me a lecture on how a husband should honor his wedding vows. Maybe, instead of betraying me to her daughter, she'll forgive me if I seek mental help.

'Until death do us part,' I thought while wishing I had married Jennifer instead of Heather. 'Kill me now.'

Yet, a longshot, maybe Jennifer will want me as much as I want her. Maybe, she's always been sexually attracted to me. Maybe, now that I showed her my cards and played my hand, she'll show me all that I hope to see of her naked body. Maybe, she'll give me as much sex as Heather gives me. Maybe, she always wanted me but didn't want to hurt her daughter by sexually seducing me. Maybe, now that she knows that I want her too, together, we can confront Heather.

As confusing and upsetting as it was sexually exciting, instead of being in love with my wife, I'm in love with her mother. Instead of sexually wanting my wife, I sexually want her mother. Instead of wanting to stay married to Jennifer's daughter, I want to marry Heather's mother. Instead of wanting to give my wife a baby, I want to give my mother-in-law a child.

# # #

As soon as I came home from work and walked in my room to see if my story was still there under my mattress, sure enough it was. Now what? I was confused. Did she not find it? Did she not read it? Did she find it, read it, and put it back? With her making the bed, how could she not find it? If she found it, did she read it? How could she not read it?

If she read my story, I wondered her reaction. Was she sexually aroused reading it as I was sexually excited helping to write it? Or, was she embarrassed and disappointed in me for wanting to have sex with her instead of wanting to have sex with her daughter? Nervous now, I didn't know what to think. I didn't know what to do.

No doubt, with her possibly curious about what I wrote, especially by the title of the story, My MILF of a Mother-in-law, Jennifer, if she found it, I figured that she must have read it. I wondered again if she found it. I wondered again if she read it. I wondered again, if she did find it and read it, what she thought of it? I wondered if she felt the same way about me as I feel about her.

Unable to think of anything else, as if I wasn't married to her daughter, I forgot all about Heather and thought only of her mother. I was as sexually excited as I was ashamed. How dare I write a love letter to Jennifer? How dare I want to have sex with my mother-in-law? How dare I want to cheat on my wife with my wife's mother. How dare I want to give Heather's mother a baby? Why would I want her mother when I have Heather? Why would her mother want me? What in the Hell is wrong with me?

When I walked in the kitchen, she was dressed the way she's always dressed, in a button blouse and a short skirt. She was so beautiful. She was so sexy. I already had an erection from imagining her finding my story, reading my story, and masturbating herself over my story. The sexy outline of her backside made my cock throb and pulsate with the sexual anticipation that she may sexually want me as much as I sexually want her but, sadly and sexually frustratingly, I knew she didn't. I knew she wouldn't do that to her daughter.

What kind of mother would betray her daughter? What kind of mother would have sex with her daughter's husband behind her back? What kind of my mother-in-law would allow her son-in-law to see her naked body and have sex with her naked body? What kind of mother-in-law would want to see her son-in-law naked and have sex with him? What kind of son-in-law would have sex with his mother-in-law? Especially when he has such a hot wife like Heather, what kind of son-in-law would want his wife's mother instead of his wife?

With her not saying anything about finding my story and reading my story, I suspected my story was a failure. I suspected my story was more for my sexual excitement and my masturbation benefit than it was for her sexual arousal and her masturbation benefit. I figured my story was more of a reminder of the failed, sexual seduction of my mother-in-law than it was for the successful sexual seduction of my wife's mother with her son-in-law. I suspected instead of her being sexually excited over me, she was angry with me for writing such a sexually, inappropriate story.

'What was I thinking? How could I write such a thing?'

Suddenly feeling hopelessly rejected, the dread returned like a fever again. Lightheaded, I was dizzy, nervous, and sweating. She made my heart ache to know that after reading all that I had hired someone to write, she may reject me. She may not want to have sex with me in the way that I want to have sex with her. Of all people, how dare I make a sexual pass at my mother-in-law? This isn't some woman I picked up at a bar and brought home, she's my wife's mother. She's my mother-in-law. How dare I? What was I thinking?

I may have made her feel uncomfortable enough and not safe enough that she may want to leave. Moreover, convincing her daughter to leave me, she may leave with her daughter. Alone with my bad self, what do I do then? I hate being alone. I hate living alone. I need a woman in my life. I need my mother-in-law in my life. Unable to live without her, I want my wife's mother. I don't want Heather. I want Jennifer. I love Jennifer.

"Jennifer, I love you."

# # #

Her back was turned to me while she was at the stove cooking dinner. As if she was my wife or my girlfriend, and as if I was a masher on the subway, I had the urge to move behind her and rub my erection that tented my pants against her. As if she was my lover instead of my mother-in-law, I had the urge to put my arms around her, and give her a kiss on the neck. Possibly making matters worse, I had the urge to spin her around and give her a deep, wet kiss while touching and feeling her through her clothes.

Nonetheless my red, flashing warning sign, I had the urge to turn off the stove and push her against the kitchen counter. I had the urge to feel and squeeze her shapely ass through her short skirt and panties before lifting her short skirt and pulling down her panties. I so wanted to bury my fingers, my tongue, and my cock in my mother-in-law's cunt. Even more sexually intense, with my wife so easy and always so willingly ready, I so wanted my wife's mother in the sexually forbidden way that I never wanted my wife.

If she was going to leave me, I wanted to give my mother-in-law something to remember. In the way that Jack Nicholson as Frank Chambers fucked Jessica Lange as Cora Papadakis in the Postman Always Rings Twice, I wanted to lift my mother-in-law on the kitchen island and push her back. Clearing the counter with one swipe of my hand and sending dishes flying to the floor and breaking with dramatic effect, I wanted to eat her cunt before fucking my mother-in-law's cunt right then and right there.

Not taking no for an answer and forcing her if I had to, I wanted to strip my wife's mother naked. Then, once naked, I wanted to give her multiple, sexual orgasms with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock. In the way that her daughter screamed my name in sexual pleasure, I wanted her mother to scream my name in sexual pleasure too. Yet, more than wanting to have sex with my mother-in-law's daughter, I wanted to have sex with my wife's mother. I wanted to have sex with my mother-in-law.

'I want you, Jennifer. I have to have you,' I thought while staring at her short skirt and panty clad ass.

As if my sexual fantasy was soon to become my real-life reality, I imagined shooting a big, warm, oozy load of pearlescent and translucent cum in her pussy. I wanted to cum in Jennifer's cunt. If her daughter wouldn't allow me to make her pregnant, then I wanted to impregnate her mother. I wanted to give my mother-in-law my baby. Willing to divorce my wife to marry her mother, I wanted to give my wife's mother my child.

While imagining rubbing myself up against her, I had the urge to cup her blouse and bra clad breasts in my hands and reach my other hand around her to feel her ass through her skirt and panties. I so wanted to feel her big tits, finger her erect nipples, and feel her round, firm ass through her clothes. Yet, instead of pressing myself against her and groping my mother-in-law, something so very hard not to do, I controlled myself. Instead, biding my time, I waited to know if she found my story and read my story.

Later, I'd masturbate over all that I wanted to do and imagined doing with my mother-in-law. Later, I'd imagine her blowing me and cumming in her mouth in my dreams. Later, as part of my sexual fantasy, I'd imagine stripping her naked and making love to her. Later, with her not resisting me or stopping me, I'd imagine fucking her hard and fast enough for her to cum. Later, while plying her with wine and at the very least, perhaps if I got her drunk enough, she'd allow me to kiss her while feeling her through her clothes.

As if we just had our first argument, we ate dinner with little conversation. At that point, I figured she found my story and read my story but wasn't impressed. I figured she found my story and read my story but didn't know what to say. I figured she found my story and read my story but wasn't as sexually aroused as I hoped her to be and as sexually excited as I was when helping to write it.

Then, thinking the worst, I figured she found my story and read my story but was embarrassed, shocked, and confused. I figured she found my story and read my story but, instead of being sexually aroused, she was angry. I figured she found my story and read my story and was just as uncomfortable with the prospect of having a forbidden, sexual affair with her son-in-law as I was horny with the thought of having an incestuous, sexual affair with my mother-in-law. Now, dreading the worst, I figured that she already told Heather all that I wrote and left for her to find.

Sickened with remorse, I was as embarrassed as I was ashamed. How could I do such a thing to Jennifer, the woman I love? I had not only ruined my marriage but I ruined whatever relationship, sexual or otherwise, that I hoped to have with my mother-in-law. Hoping she'd forgive me and wouldn't tell her daughter, I hoped she didn't feel pressured to leave. I didn't care if Heather left me but I wanted Jennifer to stay. I enjoyed her living with me. Missing her terribly, I couldn't bare not to see my mother-in-law every day and spend time with her every night.

While waiting for the right opportunity, I was hoping she'd give me the chance to explain. I was hoping she'd allow me to apologize to her for writing such a sexually, explicit story of romantic love, incestuous lust, and sexual desire. I was hoping she'd forgive me for all that I wrote and imagined doing to her naked body. I was hoping she wouldn't tell her daughter that I wanted to have sex with her mother. It would be bad enough for my wife to leave me but it would be even worse for my mother-in-law to leave me too.

'I love you, Jennifer. I really do,' I thought while already feeling the loss of her in my life.

# # #

Then, later that night, my usual uniform when home alone with my sexy mother-in-law, I wore a t-shirt and pajama bottoms but this time without underwear while watching TV. I figured that if she was going to tell my wife all that I wrote, with the chances that they'd leave me, then I was going to give her even more to tell my wife by exposing my naked prick to her. Giving me something to masturbate over after they left me, in the way she constantly and continually, unintentionally, accidentally, or deliberately exposes her panties, cleavage, and bra to me, I wanted to expose my erect, naked cock to her.

'What's fair is fair,' I thought. 'Up-skirt peeks of her panties and down-blouse views of her cleavage and low-cut bra for a flash of my erect, naked prick.'

Already intent on flashing her and already sexually excited by the thought of finally exposing myself to her, I wondered what her reaction would be to seeing my naked, erect prick. I wondered if she'd be embarrassed or sexually excited. I wondered if she'd look or look away. I wondered if she'd stare. Or, thinking of me as a pervert and/or a rapist, I wondered if she'd scream with shocked fright while running to call her daughter.

If my mother-in-law dared to tell me upfront that she was telling her daughter all that I wrote, then, doing more than just flashing her, I'd masturbate in front of her while groping her. If I was going to go down in flames anyway, giving her even more to tell Heather, at least I'd have no regrets. At least I'd have some sexy, exhibitionistic and groping fun with my MILF of a mother-in-law. At least I'd have more to masturbate over after my wife's mother abandoned me.

In the way that I'd love to masturbate for my mother-in-law, I'd love to cum for my mother-in-law too. If I knew she was going to rat me out to her daughter, I'd love to take her by her wrist and force her hand on my cock. I'd love to wrap her fingers around my stiff prick and force her to masturbate me while I humped her hand.

Then, not stopping there, I'd love to put a heavy hand to her shoulder, force her to her knees, and slowly slide my cock across her red, full lips. If she was going to tell my wife that I'm a cheating pervert, then I may as well act like cheating pervert. If I had no hope of having sex with my mother-in-law, then I'd force her to have sex with me. By giving her long, blonde hair a hard, quick pull, as soon as she opened her mouth to scream in pain, I'd stuff her tattletale telling piehole with my cock.

Acting like the incestuous cad and degenerate pervert that she obviously thinks that I am, I imagined forcing my mother-in-law to blow me. I'd force my wife's mother to suck my cock while stroking my cock. Holding her head with both hands, I imagined humping Jennifer's mouth and fucking her face in the way that I hump Heather's mouth and fuck her face. Whether she wanted me to or not, I imagined cumming in my mother-in-law's mouth and not letting go of her until she swallowed my cum.

Still not done with sexually assaulting my mother-in-law, once she's finished blowing me, I imagined stripping her naked and touching and feeling her everywhere I imagined and masturbated over touching and feeling her. I imagined forcing her to spread her legs with my knees and sticking my cock in her warm, wet pussy. I imagined humping her as hard and as fast as I humped her daughter. If they were going to leave me anyway, giving her something to remember me by, I'd love to cum in my mother-in-law's cunt and give her my baby.

Only, I couldn't do that to my mother-in-law. I couldn't disrespect my wife's mother by violently assaulting her and sexually raping her. I loved her. No doubt, I could expose myself to her but I'd never masturbate and cum in front of her. I'd never force her hand to my erect prick just as I'd never force her to blow me or to fuck me. Even though I'd love to see Jennifer naked, I'd never strip her naked. Even though I'd love to have sex with her, I don't have that in me to force her and/or to hurt her. I love her.

'I love you, Jennifer,' I thought.

# # #

Then, shocking me and sexually exciting me, in all the months she lived with us, my mother-in-law did something she had never done before. Acting as if she was my new bride on our Honeymoon instead of my mother-in-law in our living room, I couldn't believe my eyes. Dropping my jaw, bulging my eyes out of my head, and hardening my cock, she emerged from her bedroom wearing a short, sheer, low-cut, and sexy nightgown. As if I was psychic or she was role-playing my story, it was a nightgown just like the nightgown that I wrote about her wearing in my story.

'Wow! Look at her. Holy Hell. I don't believe this,' I thought. 'I've never seen as much of my mother-in-law as I'm seeing now. She's so sexy. She so shapely. She's so beautiful.'

With her wearing something so sheer and see-through, especially when she stood in front of the television, I was stunned by all that I could see of her nearly, naked body. As if she was wasn't wearing anything, with her nightgown so transparent, my wife's mother may as well have been naked. I as stunned as I was sexually excited. Even if nothing else happened, I'll be masturbating over the sexy sight of my mother-in-law's nearly, naked body for the rest of my life. Never have I seen as much of Jennifer as I was seeing now.

"What do you think of my nightgown," she asked?

Not moving from in front of the television, I wondered if she knew that I could see as much of her as I was seeing. As if she was a stripper on stage being backlit, I was mesmerized by all that I could clearly see of my mother-in-law's beautiful, nearly, naked body. Like mother like daughter, they were both so sexy. Except for Jennifer's larger breasts, their bodies were so similar. Now I wondered if having sex with my wife's mother was much like having sex with my wife.

I couldn't believe all that I was seeing of my wife's mother. My mouth fell open as if I was snoring and my eyes bugged out of my head in disbelief. Even with all that I had imagined of my mother-in-law's naked body, my sexual fantasies of the imagined thought of her naked while masturbating myself paled in comparison to what I was seeing of her now.
'She was so beautiful. She was so shapely. She was so sexy,' I thought again.

As if memorizing every curve of her body, I continued staring at her as if I had never seen a beautiful woman wearing a sexy nightgown before.

'Did she know that I could see as much of her as I was seeing,' I wondered? 'Was she just obviously or was she deliberately flashing me and sexually teasing me? Did she want and expect me to do more than just stare? Now that she was standing before me with so little covering her nakedness, was she waiting for me to kiss her while touching her and feeling her through her sexy nightgown?'

After making my sexual intentions known in my love letter, now that she was nearly naked, did she sexually want me as much as I sexually wanted her? With her opening Pandora's Box by wearing such a revealing nightgown, was she expecting me and waiting for me to make the next sexual move? Hard to control myself, I wanted to stand from the couch, wrap my arms around her, and kiss her while touching her and feeling her everywhere a son-in-law should never touch and feel his mother-in-law through her nightgown. Only, happening so fast and too much too soon, I was afraid.

Yet, as confused as I was sexually excited, was that what she wanted me to do? Now that she was showing me what I should never see of my wife's mother, did she want me to take the next incestuous step. Was she hoping that I'd kiss her while feeling her and groping her? Was she hoping that I strip her naked and give her the kind of sex that I give her daughter? Was her mother just as sexually horny and willing as her daughter?

"It's beautiful and you look so sexy wearing it," I said using her invitation of my opinion of what I thought of her nightgown as my excuse to stare at all that I could see of her.

She smiled and twirled around as if she was modeling a prom gown or a wedding dress. Yet, when she twirled around, as if she was a ballerina or an ice skater, the back of her nightgown lifted high enough and long enough to expose her naked ass.

'I saw my mother-in-law's naked ass. I couldn't believe I saw Jennifer's naked ass,' I thought. 'So round and so shapely, she has such a beautiful ass.'

Then, when she twirled around again, her nightgown lifted in front long enough and high enough for me to see her blonde, trimmed, naked pussy.

'I saw my mother-in-law's naked pussy. I couldn't believe I saw Jennifer's blonde, trimmed pussy,' I thought. 'I'd love nothing more than to finger her pussy, lick her pussy, and fuck her pussy.'

As stunned as I was sexually excited, I wondered if she had practiced twirling around in her bedroom mirror while wearing this nightgown. In the way that I couldn't wait to expose myself to her, I wondered if she was deliberately exposing herself to me. I was tempted to remove my pajama bottoms and expose my naked prick to my mother-in-law. Instead of flashing her, curious to see what would happen next, I bided my time and waited for the right moment,

"Now that I'm living here," she said pausing to give me a sexy smile and a naughty look. "I never get to wear anything sexy."

I returned her sexy smile and naughty look with my sexy smile and naughty look.

"With you looking as beautiful as you look sexy, you may wear a sexy nightgown every night," I said giving her my best, shit eating grin while staring at all that I could see of her nearly, naked tits and pussy.

'As far as I'm concerned,' I wanted to say but didn't dare. 'Forget about wearing a sexy nightgown, you may walk around me while wearing your bra and panties, being topless, and/or even naked.'

# # #

As we usually did when Heather was working, we opened a bottle, poured some wine, and watched a movie while talking and laughing. As if we were an old, married couple, she talked about her day and I talked about my day. Something I never do with Heather, as she has no interest in making small talk, we talked about the weather, the local news, celebrity gossip, politics, sports, movies, and current events.

Everything was normal except, and trying to not let her catch me staring, I couldn't stop staring at all that I could see of her exposed cleavage, her nightgown clad tits, her erect nipples, and her symmetrical areolas. Having a difficult time controlling my sexual lust for her, I was so tempted to reach out and touch her. With her already so exposed, I was so tempted to reach out and feel her. With her wearing such a sexy and revealing nightgown, I was so tempted to sexually assault my mother-in-law by groping her everywhere a son-in-law should never grope his wife's mother.

As much as I wanted to feel her tits, I wanted to squeeze her ass, and finger her pussy. As much as I wanted to masturbate her, I wanted her to masturbate me. As much as I wanted to lick her cunt while fingering her cunt, I wanted her to stroke my cock while sucking my cock. As much as I wanted her to make love to me, I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to do every sexual thing with my mother-in-law that I do with my wife.

'I love your big tits,' I wished I could say and wanted to confess. Only, enough that I wrote such a sexually salacious story, something she already knew after reading my story, I didn't dare make my sexual move yet. 'Yet, I wished I could see her naked breasts, touch her naked breasts, feel her naked breasts, and suck her naked breasts,' I thought, especially after seeing her naked ass and pussy.

Unembarrassed and unashamed, she acted as if I was her husband, her boyfriend and/or her lover. She acted as if wearing such a sexy nightgown was appropriate attire when around me. She acted as if her wearing her sexy, see-through nightgown without having the modesty to wear a robe was normal attire for a mother-in-law in front of her son-in-law. She acted as if she was unaware that I could see as much of her shapely, sexy, and nearly, naked body.

Now that she was showing me so much of her beautiful body, I couldn't wait to flash her my naked, erect prick. In the way that I was shocked to see her wearing such a revealing and sexy nightgown, I couldn't wait to see her reaction to her seeing my cock. Now that she appeared before me in the same nightgown that I wrote about in my story, I wondered if she not only found my story but also read my story. If she found my story and read my story, I couldn't wait to know her reaction to reading my story.

Yet, perhaps her wearing her sexy and revealing nightgown was her reaction to reading my story. Her entering the living room wearing such a sexy nightgown without having the modesty to wear a robe made me suspect that she found my story and read all that I wanted Kim of ILookLikeJailBait to write and Jennifer to know. I wondered by her wearing her sexy nightgown, much like the nightgown in my story, if that was her not so subtle hint that she sexually wanted me as much as I sexually wanted her.

I'd love nothing more than to make out with my mother-in-law while feeling her tits, squeezing her ass, and fingering her pussy beneath her sheer and sexy nightgown. I'd love nothing more than for my wife's mother to feel my cock and stroke my cock while kissing me. I'd love nothing more than to strip Jennifer naked and have my wicked, sexual way with her naked body. As much as I wanted to see her naked, I wanted her to see me naked too.

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As she usually does when sitting on the couch together, she cuddled up against me when I put my arm around her shapely shoulders after she shivered. With her nightgown so very short, protecting her modesty from her flashing me her naked pussy, I pulled a throw over our legs. Only, as devious as I am, when I pulled the throw up and over her lap, I made sure that her nightgown moved up to her waist with it. Moreover, after covering our laps with the throw, I stealthily pulled my growing erection from my pajama bottom pee hole.

'If she's going to flash me her naked ass, naked tits, and naked pussy through her sheer and sexy nightgown, then I'm going to flash her my naked, erect cock. Hopefully, once I flash her my stiff dick, she'll flash me her naked ass and pussy again,' I thought. 'Hopefully, now that I made my sexual intentions known after not only writing my forbidden, sexual, love story but also allowing her to find my incestuous story and read my sexy story, maybe she'll agree to have sex with me.'

I couldn't wait to see what would happen next. I couldn't wait to see if Jennifer was receptive to my sexual moves. I couldn't wait to kiss her while feeling her through her nightgown. I couldn't wait to have sex with Heather's mother.

'How hot would that be to have sex with my mother-in-law,' I thought? 'How hot would that be to fuck Heather's mother? How hot would it be for Jennifer to suck my cock? How hot would it be to cum in the mouth of my MILF of a mother-in-law?'

Except for the throw covering our laps, there was something so very sexually exciting knowing that my MILF of a mother-in-law was sitting next to me with her pussy exposed and my cock exposed. In the way that I wished she'd reach beneath the blanket and put her hand on my naked prick, I wanted to reach beneath the blanket and cup her naked pussy. In the way that I wanted to finger her, I wanted her to stroke me.

In the way that Heather was shaved, I always wondered if my mother-in-law's pubic hair was shaved, bushy, or trimmed. With her twirling around in front of me while wearing this short nightgown, now, I know that her blonde pussy is trimmed. I not only saw my mother-in-law's naked ass but also, I saw her naked pussy too. Now, I couldn't wait to show her my naked prick.

Once she finished her second glass of wine, after a lull in our conversation, she fell silent. I wondered what she was thinking. I wondered if there was something wrong. I wondered if she had told her daughter about my story.

I figured this is where she'd tell me that she not only found my story but also read my story before calling my wife to tell her all that I wrote about sexually wanting her mother. I figured this is where she'd tell me that she told my wife that I wanted to have sex with her mother. I figured this is where they'd tell me that they were leaving me. Doomed from the start, I never should have married Heather. I should have married her mother.

Yet, instead, of her being evasive and avoiding the subject, Jennifer got right to the point. Instead of telling her daughter about the story that I wrote about wanting to have sex with her mother, obviously, she didn't. Instead of leaving me and thinking of me as an incestuous pervert, obviously, she was staying. Not done there, she floored me with what she said next.

To be continued...

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