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Revised, Rewritten, and Continued from Chapter 02:

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. Curious as to why, I wondered if her sudden show of immoral, immodesty had to do with her finding my story and reading my story. Never had I seen as much of my mother-in-law's nearly, naked body as I was seeing now.

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. The first time seeing her in such a revealing nightgown without having the modesty to wear a robe, the sexy sight of her was truly amazing as it was sexually exciting.

As if I had imagined her or sexually fantasized her, she stood before me and in front of the bright light of the television in her sheer, sexy nightgown. If it wasn't enough that she was wearing such a sheer and sexy nightgown, when she stood in front of the TV, it was as if she wasn't wearing anything. With her nightgown so revealing, she looked as if she was naked. 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.

Suffice to say, by the reaction of my cock immediately erecting itself, I loved her nightgown. I loved her sexy and shapely body. I love my mother-in-law. I couldn't wait to see what more will happen. I couldn't wait to know if she found my story and read 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 wasn't wearing anything, with her nightgown so thinly transparent, my wife's mother may as well have been naked. Unable to stop staring, I was 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 in her sexy, low-cut nightgown for the rest of my life. Now that she was clearly immorally and immodestly exposing herself to me, I thought I may have a chance to sexually seduce her. Now that she was showing me as much of her nearly, naked body that I wanted to see and had imagined seeing, I wondered if she sexually wanted me as much as I sexually wanted her.

My sexual fantasy come true, never have I seen as much of Jennifer's beautiful body as I was seeing now. Yet, even more than the evidence of her nightgown, I wondered if she found my story. I wondered if she read my story. If she found my story and read my story, I wondered what she thought of my story. I hoped she found my story, read my story, and was role-playing my story by wearing such a revealing nightgown.

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

As if she was sexually teasing me, she pulled the nightgown tighter against her voluptuous body. When she pulled her nightgown tighter across her big breasts and flatted it against her tight tummy, I could really see her tits, her nipples, and her pubic hair now. As if she was curious what she could see of herself too, she looked down at herself before looking up at me.

I wondered if she knew she was as nakedly exposed as I always imagined her to be. When she looked down at herself again, perhaps with her looking at herself from a different angle, I wondered if she could see as much of herself as I was seeing. She was as shapely as she was sexy. She made me want to reach out and touch her and feel her where I should never touch and feel my mother-in-law.

With her 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. With her still not moving from in front of the television screen, a glimmer of hopeful, incestuous anticipation and romantic expectation sexually aroused me. Just like in my story, I wondered if she deliberately flashed me. The first time my mother-in-law wore such a sexy, sheer, and low-cut nightgown in front of me, this nightgown was sexier and more revealing than any nightgown that her daughter owned.

As if she was a stripper on stage being backlit by the bright light of the television screen, I was mesmerized by all that I could clearly see of my mother-in-law's beautiful and nearly, naked body. As if hypnotized, I stared at all that I could see of the shape of her big, natural breasts, her erect nipples, and the shadow of her blonde, trimmed pubic hair. Then, when she turned, I had a clear view of her nearly, naked ass. Clearly, I could see her ass crack and the shapely cheeks of her round, firm buttocks.

Like mother like daughter, they were both so sexy. Like mother like daughter, they were both such shapely women. Like mother like daughter, in the way that I once wanted her daughter, I now wanted her mother. What made Heather's mother more attractive than her daughter was all that I had in common with Jennifer. What made her dear to my heart was the conversations that I had with her that I never had with her daughter. Heather never wanted to talk. She only wanted to fuck.

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Except for Jennifer's larger breasts, their bodies were so very similar. They could have been sisters instead of mother and daughter. Where Heather wore a 34 B cup bra, her mother wore a 36 C cup bra. I know because I checked Jennifer's bra size in the laundry hamper. Where Heather had 36" hips, her mother had 38" hips. Where Heather took a size 5 panties, her mother took a size 6 panties. I know because I've masturbated while holding and sniffing Jennifer's panties more than once.

They both had slim and toned tummies. They both had 24" waists but, with Jennifer's larger breasts and hips, she looked even shapelier than her daughter. Now I wondered how different having sex with my mother-in-law would be than having sex with my wife. With them having such similar bodies and with them looking so very much alike, I wondered if having sex with my wife's mother was much like having sex with my wife.

I couldn't count how many times I imagined making love to Jennifer while making love to Heather. I couldn't count how many times I imagined fucking my wife's mother while fucking her daughter. I couldn't count how many times I imagined my mother-in-law naked while seeing my wife naked. I couldn't count how many times I imagined eating Jennifer's cunt and her sucking my cock while I ate Heather's pussy and she sucked my cock.

Hard to wrap my head around seeing so very much of my mother-in-law's nearly, naked body, I couldn't believe all that I was seeing of my wife's mother. I never thought I'd ever see as much of my mother-in-law as I was seeing now. 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 Jennifer'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.

'Beyond mere words, she was so beautiful. Beyond inspired descriptions, she was so shapely. Beyond what I imagined seeing of her, she was so sexy,' I thought again while staring at all that I was seeing of her.

Unable to stop staring at all that I could see through her nightgown, I continued staring at my MILF of a mother-in-law while careful that she didn't catch me leering at her nearly, naked body. Not wanting to come off as a pervert, I didn't want her to catch me leering. Not wanting to prematurely ruin what may happen tonight, I was curious to know if she wanted to have sex with me as much as I wanted to have sex with her.

'I want her. I have to have her,' I thought while staring at my mother-in-law's nearly, naked body. 'Even if it meant losing my wife, especially if it meant losing my wife, I'd give anything to have sex with my wife's mother. I'd give anything to not only see her naked but also to make love to her before fucking her. I'd give anything to eat her cunt in the way that I'd give anything for her to suck my cock.'

As if memorizing every curve of her sexy and shapely body, I continued staring at her as if I had never seen a beautiful woman wearing such a revealing nightgown before. Careful for her not to catch me staring, whenever she looked away, I stared at the shape and the size of her big breasts. I stared at all that I could see of her naked pussy. When she turned the other way, I stared at all that I could see of her round, firm ass.

As if she was wearing colored, plastic wrap, I could clearly not only see the shape and the size of her natural breasts but also, I clearly could see her symmetrical areolas and her erect nipples too. I could even see the shadow of the patch of blonde, trimmed, pubic hair of her naked pussy. In the way that I wasn't wearing underwear beneath my pajama bottoms, my mother-in-law wasn't wearing panties beneath her nightgown. With her wearing so very little and with her wearing such a revealing nightgown, it was easy to imagine her naked.

'Did she know that I could see as much of her as I was seeing,' I wondered again? 'Was she just oblivious that she was as nakedly exposed as she was or was she deliberately and immodestly flashing me? Was she aware that I could see her nearly, naked ass, her nearly, naked tits, and nearly, naked pussy? Was she immorally and immodestly, sexually teasing me?'

Now, tempted to make my next sexual move, I wondered, did she want and expect me to do more than just stare? Now that she was standing before me with so very little covering her nakedness, was she waiting for me to make a sexual pass at her? Now that she, no doubt, found my story, read my story, and obviously was role-playing my story, was she waiting for me to kiss her while touching her and feeling her through her sexy nightgown?'

I so wanted to hold her in my arms and tell her that I loved her. While staring deeply in her eyes, I so wanted to kiss her. I so wanted to part her lips with my tongue and French kiss her. I so wanted to touch her where a son-in-law should never touch his mother-in-law. I so wanted to feel her everywhere I feel Heather through her nightgown but I didn't dare.

As if she was encased in electrified, barbed wire, Jennifer was off limits to my lustful and forbidden, sexual desire. How dare I want to have incestuous sex with her? How dare I fall in love with her? She wasn't just any woman I picked up at a bar and asked home. She was my mother-in-law. She was my wife's mother.

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How dare I want to have sex with my mother-in-law? Hope dare I masturbate over my wife's mother while imagining her naked and having sex with me? How dare I want to have sex with Jennifer when I have someone like Heather in my bed? What's wrong with me for wanting to have sex with Jennifer when I have Heather, my nymphomaniac wife always ready to give me sex, sex, and more sex? What's wrong with me to sexually lust over her older mother when I have her younger daughter as my wife?

I wondered if Jennifer was my wife and if Heather was my stepdaughter, if I'd sexually want Heather instead of Jennifer. I wondered if my sexual desire was predicated over what was forbidden and what I couldn't have. A much younger version of her mother, Heather was just as pretty and just as sexy as Jennifer. An older version of her daughter, Jennifer was just as pretty and just as sexy as Heather. In a darkened bedroom, as long as they didn't speak or laugh, except for my mother-in-law's larger breasts, I'd be hard pressed to tell one from the other.

Now I wondered if my mother-in-law was a whore in bed in the way that her daughter was a whore everywhere. I wondered if my wife's mother sucked cock as well as her daughter sucked cock. Perhaps, like mother like daughter, her mother was nymphomaniac too. I'd love nothing more than to cum in my mother-in-law's mouth and give her a cum bath in the way that I always cum in Heather's mouth and routinely give her a cum bath. How hot would that be to go from daughter to mother while comparing the two?

After making my sexual intentions known in my love letter, now that she was nearly naked, did Jennifer sexually want me as much as I sexually wanted her? Was she in love with me in the way that I was hopelessly in love with her? At the risk of jeopardizing the close relationship she enjoyed with her daughter and the close relationship that I enjoyed with Jennifer, would her mother accept me as her lover and possibly her husband? Would my mother-in-law have sex with me in the way that I wanted to have sex with her?

With me opening Pandora's Box by writing such an explicitly sexual, love letter, I not only made my romantic feelings known but also my sexual feelings known too. With Jennifer smashing open Pandora's Box by wearing such a sexually, revealing nightgown, was she expecting me and waiting for me to make the next sexual move? Was she expecting me to touch her and feel her through her sheer and sexy nightgown before stripping her naked and having sex with her naked body? Was she expecting me and waiting for me to give her sex?

'I'd love to have sex with my mother-in-law,' I thought. 'I'd love to make love to my wife's mother.'

I didn't know. I wasn't sure. The last thing I wanted to do was to ruin the budding relationship I was developing with my wife's mother by making an unwanted, sexual pass at her. Yet, was she deliberately, sexually teasing me by wearing such a revealing nightgown. Was she deliberately, sexually flashing me by showing me so much of her nearly, naked body? Did my mother-in-law want to have sex with me as much as I wanted to have sex with her?

If only she'd have sex with me, I'd have sex with her too. 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. I wondered what it would feel like to kiss my wife's mother. While kissing her, French kissing her, I wanted to reach my hand down and cup her naked, nightgown clad ass and squeeze it before reaching beneath her nightgown to finger her pussy.

Wishing that I could masturbate my mother-in-law, I wanted to rub her clit while fingerfucking her pussy. Wishing that I could eat my mother-in-law, I wanted to lick her cunt while reaching up my hands to fondle her naked breasts and finger her erect nipples. Only, catching me by surprise, happening so fast, and too much too soon, I was afraid. After finding and reading my love letter and with her wearing such a sexy nightgown, perhaps she's calling my bluff. Perhaps she's waiting for me and expecting me to give her sex.

'I'd love to have sex with my wife's mother. I'd love to make love to Jennifer. I'd love to give my mother-in-law a sexual orgasm,' I thought while becoming even more sexually excited by the thought that she sexually wanted me as much as I sexually wanted her. 'I'd love to give my wife's mother a baby.'

Yet, afraid to make my sexual move, bad enough that I wrote my mother-in-law a sexually inspired, love letter, what if she told her daughter that I sexually assaulted her? What if she told her daughter that I tried to kiss her while touching and feeling her everywhere through her nightgown? What if she told her daughter that I loved her and wanted to have sex with her? What if she told her daughter that I wanted to divorce her daughter to marry her mother? What if she told her daughter that I wanted to give her mother a baby?

Something else to consider, totally innocent, what if Jennifer wasn't sexually teasing me? Totally oblivious, what if my mother-in-law wasn't deliberately, sexually flashing me? Unbeknownst to her, what if my wife's mother had no idea that I could see through her nightgown? What if she didn't know that especially when she stood in front of the television, I could see so very much of her nearly, naked body as if she was naked? If she knew that I could clearly see all of her, I wondered if she'd be embarrassed or sexually excited.

Imagining her motives were just as perverse as mine, what if her intentions were innocent and not sexual? Possibly unaware that I could clearly see through her nightgown as if she was naked, what if she just wanted to show me her new, sexy nightgown? What if my perverted, sexual attraction to Jennifer was making me not see things clearly? Moreover, what if my perverted, sexual attraction to Jennifer was making me want to see all that I should never see of my mother-in-law? What if my sexual attraction to my wife's mother was making me see my mother-in-law in a different, sexual light?

Yet, as confused as I was sexually excited, was that what she wanted me to do? Was she hoping that I'd kiss her? Was she hoping that I'd touch her and feel her through her nightgown? Did she want me to strip her naked and have sex with her naked body? Was my mother-in-law as sexually attracted to me as I was sexually attracted to her? Did she want me to make love to her and fuck her in the way that I wished I could make love to her and fuck her?

Now that she was showing me all that 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 do more than just stare? Was she hoping that I give her the kind of sex that I give her daughter? Was she hoping that I'd make love to her? Was she hoping that I'd fuck her?

Did she want me to finger and lick her pussy as much as I wanted to finger and lick her pussy? Did she want me to give her a sexual orgasm as much as I wanted to give her a sexual orgasm? Did she want to stroke and suck my cock as much as I wanted her to stroke and suck my cock? Was Heather's mother just as sexually horny and sexually willing as her daughter? Did she want to have sex with me as much as I wanted to have sex with her?

I didn't know. Unable to read her mind, I had no idea. In the way that I thought of my wife as a whore, I didn't think of her mother as a whore. I thought of her mother as a kind, caring, and loving woman. Yet, what sexually attracted me to Heather when I first met her, sexually attracted me to her mother now. I was willing to divorce my wife to marry her mother. I was willing to say or do anything to have sex with my mother-in-law.
'I love you, Jennifer,' I thought to myself while staring at all that I could clearly see of her beautiful, naked body through her sheer and sexy nightgown.

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

I continued to stare at all that I could see of her shapely and nearly, naked ass. I continued to stare at all that I could see of her big, natural breasts. I continued to stare at all that I could see of her blonde, trimmed pussy. If nothing else happened other than seeing my mother-in-law's nearly, naked body in sheer, see-through, sexy, low-cut nightgown, I was happy. I'll be masturbating over this night for the rest of my life.

As if she was a beauty queen in a beauty contest, whether unintentionally or deliberately flashing me and sexually teasing me, she smiled while continuing to sexually flash me and tease me. Then, she did something I didn't expect her to do. As if she was suddenly square dancing, she twirled around as if she was modeling a prom gown or a wedding dress. Tempted to turn on the overhead fan, I stared at her while wishing there was a sudden wind in the living room.

Surely, if she wore this nightgown in the backyard on a windy day while gardening, I'd be seeing my mother-in-law's naked ass and her naked pussy. With her nightgown cut low enough, if she dared do her gardening in the backyard while wearing this, I'd be seeing her naked tits too. 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 thought. Hard for me to wrap my head around it, I couldn't believe I saw Jennifer's naked ass. 'So round and so shapely, she has such a beautiful ass. I'd love to feel her ass, squeeze her ass, spank her ass, and tap her ass. Her ass was just as nice as her daughter's ass. Is Jennifer what Heather will look like in twenty-years,' I wondered?

Then, I wondered what will I look like in twenty-years when I'm 51-years-old? I wondered what Jennifer will look like in twenty-years when she's 60-years-old. Yet, I didn't care what she'd look like as long as we could grow old together. As long as I could have sex with her now, I didn't care what she'd look like later. I loved her. I really loved her and wanted to be with her forever.

I stood staring at her while thinking of her naked ass that she just flashed me. Then, as if deliberately, sexually teasing me by sexually flashing me again, she twirled around again, this time the other way. This time, her nightgown lifted in front long enough and high enough for me to see her blonde, trimmed, naked pussy.

'I just saw my mother-in-law's pussy,' I thought. 'I can't believe I saw her naked cunt.'

If it wasn't enough that I had just seen my mother-in-law's naked ass, now she flashed me her naked pussy too. After seeing her naked ass and her naked pussy, I wished I could see her naked tits too. I'd love to see her naked tits. With her nightgown bunch up and around her shoulders and neck, I imagined her doing a cartwheel or a head stand next.

Forget about staring at what I could see of my Jennifer's nearly naked body through her sheer and sexy nightgown, I wish I could see her without her nightgown. I wish I could see my wife's mother naked. I'd love nothing more than to see a prolonged view of my mother-in-law's naked ass, naked pussy, and naked tits. I'd love nothing more than to have sex with my wife's mother.

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

Now that I saw my mother-in-law's naked ass and her naked pussy, I couldn't wait to see her naked tits. Only, unless she was leaning forward, and unless her nightgown straps slid from her shoulders to expose her tits, I'd never see her naked tits. Already sexually excited with her wearing such a sheer and sexy nightgown in front of me, after seeing her naked ass and her naked pussy, I stared at what I could see of her naked breasts through her nightgown.

Like mother like daughter, I wondered if my mother-in-law's breasts looked like my wife's breasts. I'd love to see her naked breasts to compare one set of tits to the other set of tits. Other than Jennifer having bigger breasts, I wondered if they were just as shapely as Heather's modest breasts.

As stunned as I was sexually excited, I wondered if she had practiced twirling around in her bedroom mirror while wearing this nightgown. With me wondering if she practiced twirling around in front of her bedroom mirror, now I wondered if she had intentionally, sexually flashed me. In the way that I couldn't wait to expose myself to her, I wondered if she had deliberately exposed herself to me.

Thinking that she did deliberately flash me, I was tempted to remove my pajama bottoms and expose my naked prick to my mother-in-law. I so wanted to show my mother-in-law my naked, erect prick. Yet, instead of flashing her my cock, curious to see what she'd do next, I bided my time and waited for the right moment. The last thing I wanted to do was to frighten Jennifer. The last thing I wanted her to do was to put on a robe over her revealing nightgown.

"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 so very beautiful, you may wear a sexy nightgown every night," I said.

I gave her my best, shit eating grin while staring at all that I could see of her nearly, naked ass, tits, and pussy through her nightgown.

'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. I'd love to walk around you while naked as well,' I so wanted to say.

Yet, not wanting to prematurely, sexually offend my wife's mother, I didn't say what I was thinking. I wanted her to take the lead. I needed her to make the next sexual move. Now that I showed her my cards by writing my story and leaving it where she'd surely find it and read it, she already knew how I felt about her. Now that she showed her cards by wearing this revealing nightgown, until she wore this sexy nightgown, I had no idea if she'd reciprocate my sexual feelings. Now, I felt confident she would.

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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 instead of a son-in-law hoping to have sex with his mother-in-law, 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, she was wearing this virtually see-through nightgown. Trying to not let her catch me looking, 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. I love tits and if her breasts were anything like her daughter's shapely, B cup breasts, then I imagined that Jennifer had spectacular, C cup breasts. Hoping she'd somehow flash me her breasts in the way that she accidentally or deliberately flashed me her naked ass and her naked pussy, I couldn't wait to see my mother-in-law's naked breasts.

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 big tits and finger her erect nipples through her thin nightgown. 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. I so wanted to touch her and feel her while kissing her before removing her nightgown.

As much as I wanted to feel her tits, not stopping there, I wanted to squeeze her ass, and finger her pussy. As much as I wanted to masturbate her, I wanted her to masturbate me too. I wanted to rub her clit and fingerfuck her pussy as much as I wanted her to fondle my prick while stroking my prick. 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 her, 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.

With her wearing this sheer, sexy nightgown, and especially after seeing her naked ass and naked pussy, I wanted to do more than just stare. Already horny before, I was even hornier now. I wondered if she was as sexually frustrated as I was. Even though I'm always having sex with Heather, I had no idea how long it's been since her mother had sex. Unless she routinely masturbates herself or sees someone for sex while I'm working, I know Jennifer hasn't had sex since she's been living here.

Yet, she shocked me by wearing this nightgown. 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, see-through nightgown was appropriate attire when around me. She acted as if wearing her sexy, see-through nightgown without having the modesty to wear a robe over it was normal attire for a mother-in-law to wear 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 as I could see.

Now that she was showing me so much of her beautiful and nearly, naked 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 naked 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.

'How hot would that be if my mother-in-law wanted to have sex with me as much as I wanted to have sex with her,' I thought?

I'd love nothing more than to make out with my mother-in-law while feeling her big tits, squeezing her shapely ass, and fingering her wet pussy beneath her sheer and sexy nightgown. I'd love nothing more than for my wife's mother to feel my naked, erect cock and stroke my naked, erect cock while kissing me. I'd love nothing more than to strip Jennifer naked and have my wicked, sexual way with her naked body. Yet, 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. Then, when she shivered, I put my arm around her shapely shoulders. Obviously, she wasn't wearing enough to keep her warm. Obviously, with her nipples as erect as they were, either she was cold, sexually excited, or both.

As soon as she leaned against me, the top of her nightgown fell forward and open. As if she wanted me to see her naked breasts, she made no attempt at closing her nightgown top. With her nightgown so very low-cut, tempted to stick my horny hand down the front of her nightgown to feel, fondle, and grope her tits, I couldn't stop staring at all that I could see of her exposed cleavage and her naked breasts. If it wasn't enough that I had seen her naked ass and her naked pussy, now I was seeing her naked breasts, her nipples, and her areolas too.

The gentlemanly thing to do, 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 gentlemanly, 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. Ready to return the sexual favor, if she was going to flash me her naked ass, naked pussy, and naked tits, then I was going to flash her my naked prick.

Something so surreal and something I imagined in a sexual fantasy while masturbating myself, I couldn't believe we were sitting side-by-side on the couch with our genitals nakedly exposed. If it wasn't for the throw covering our laps, I'd be staring at her naked pussy while she hopefully be staring at my naked prick. If it wasn't for the throw covering our laps, I imagined fingering my mother-in-law's pussy while she stroked my cock. Only, not rushing my sexual seduction and ruining what might be, I needed to take things slow. I needed her to continue what I started.

'If she's going to flash me her naked ass, her naked tits, and her 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, tits, and pussy again,' I thought. 'Hopefully, now that I made my sexual intentions known after not only writing my forbidden and salaciously sexual, love story but also allowing her to find and read my incestuous 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 would be 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. I couldn't wait to make my mother-in-law mine.

'Something that would probably never happen, how hot would that be to have sex with my wife's mother,' I thought? 'Something I wish was my reality instead of my sexual fantasy, how hot would that be to fuck Heather's mother? Something as nasty as it was wrong, how hot would it be for Jennifer to suck my cock? Something as forbidden as it was shocking, how hot would it be to cum in my MILF of a mother-in-law's mouth?'

Except for the throw covering our laps, there was something so very sexually exciting knowing that my wife's mother was sitting next to me with her naked pussy exposed and my naked cock exposed. With her pussy and my cock only inches away, in the way that I wished she'd reach beneath the blanket and wrap 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 and masturbate her, I wanted her to stroke me and masturbate me.

'I'd love to cum all over my mother-in-law,' I thought. 'I'd love to cum all over her hand and her arm. I'd love to cum across her naked breasts. I'd love to cum all over her face, in her mouth, and in her hair.'

In the way that Heather was shaved, I always wondered if my mother-in-law's pussy was shaved, bushy, or trimmed. With her twirling around in front of me while wearing her short nightgown without underwear, 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. Hoping to return the sexual, flashing favor, 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. With her suddenly looking reflectively pensive, I wondered what she was thinking. I wondered if there was something wrong. I wondered if she caught me staring and leering at her nearly, naked body. Wondering if I had insulted her or sexually offended her, I wondered if she was angry with me. Then, suddenly feeling guilty, I wondered if she had told her daughter about my story where I sexually propositioned her mother.

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 already 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.

'I wouldn't care if Heather left,' I thought. 'I wouldn't want her mother to leave with her.'

A make or break situation, if Jennifer told my wife that I wanted to have sex with her mother, I may never have another chance to be alone with Jennifer again. By writing that explicitly, sexual, love letter, what I thought would set things in motion, may ruin my chances of having sex with my mother-in-law. What I thought would set things in motion, may caused me to be alone with my bad self.

'If she told Heather about my letter, what do I do now,' I wondered?

Doomed from the start, I never should have married Heather. I should have married her mother. Doomed from the start, I never should have written that sexual story and left it in a place where I knew she'd find it and read it. Only, I needed to know if she sexually felt the same way that I sexually felt about her. I needed to know if I had any hope of having a loving, sexual relationship with my mother-in-law. I needed to know if she sexually wanted me in the way that I sexually wanted her.

With her giving me mixed signals, every time we were together, she seemed to enjoy my company. Every time we played a board game, with me seated on the floor in front of her, whether it was unintentional or deliberate, she flashed me her bright white, bikini panties. Every time she served me food or a drink, hovering over me and/or lingering over me while smiling at me and talking to me, she gave me a great down-blouse view of her cleavage and bra. I couldn't tell if I was imagining more than there sexually was between us.

Yet, instead, of her being evasive and avoiding the subject, ending my wondering, Jennifer got right to the point. Instead of telling her daughter about the story that I wrote of 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.

Chapter 03:

"I found your story," she said pausing while looking up at me with her big, blue eyes.

Not knowing how to respond to that and to what she said next, I was as nervous as I was sexually excited. Returning my look, she looked as seductive as I looked sexually excited. She gave me a naughty look and a sexy smile and, when she did, I encouraged her to tell me more by returning her naughty look and sexy smile with my naughty look and sexy smile.

"Oh," I said as if I was surprised that she found my story and read my story.

She melted my heart with her loving smile. I so wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her. I so wanted to touch and feel her everywhere through her sexy nightgown. I so wanted to strip her naked and make love to her.
"I hope you don't mind but I read it. I wasn't sure if you were hiding it from me or placed it there for me to find," she said giving me a cynical look. "It was very well written. I didn't know you could write," she said falling silent again before looking over at me again. Then, she said what I couldn't believe she said. She said what I was hoping she'd say. "To answer your unasked question, I feel the same way about you as you feel about me," she said.

Not moving, she stared at me in the way that I stared at her. Quietly, as if we were strangers on a blind date anticipating a goodnight kiss, not knowing what to do next, we stared at one another. Then, when she gave me the eye as if giving me permission to kiss her, I leaned closer to her and kissed her. I kissed my mother-in-law. As much as I couldn't believe that I kissed my wife's mother, I couldn't believe that Jennifer allowed me to kiss her.

When I parted her lips with my tongue, it seemed so right. It seemed so natural. As soon as I French kissed her, returning my sexual passion with her sexual passion, she French kissed me. Giving one another long, wet kisses, I was making out with my wife's mother. I was making out with Jennifer, my MILF of a mother-in-law.

Not wasting time or waiting for her to change her mind, something I had yearned to do since I first met her, I felt her breasts through her nightgown while fingering her hard, erect nipples. As soon as I fingered her nipples, instead of slapping my face and/or pushing my hand away, she squirmed with sexual delight. I was sexually arousing my mother-in-law. I couldn't believe I was making Heather's mother wet with sexual desire. I continued feeling her big tits, squeezing her big tits, and fondling her big tits while pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples through her nightgown.

Continuing to make out with my mother-in-law, with her not pulling away or stopping me, I reached beneath the blanket to finger her pussy with my other hand. As soon as I fingered her pussy, she started breathing through her mouth. As soon as I fingered her pussy, she was mine. My mother-in-law was my sexy bitch.

She was already wet, so very wet. Jennifer was as wet for me as I was hard for her. As much as I couldn't believe I was making out with my mother-in-law, I couldn't believe I was feeling her big breasts and fingering her naked pussy. As much as I loved making out with Heather, I loved making out with Jennifer more.

'This is it. This is really it,' I thought. 'I'm going to have sex with my mother-in-law.'

# # #

Hard for her not to notice, as if daring her to touch me, my erect, naked cock that tented the throw throbbed and pulsated as if daring her to stroke me. Hoping she would, she reached her hand beneath the blanket and wrapped her manicured fingers around my naked cock. As if my cock was breakable, not moving her hand, my mother-in-law gently held my naked prick in her hand. I couldn't believe Heather's mother held my naked, erect prick in her motherly hand.

While I kissed her, felt her, groped her, and fingered her, she slowly fondled the head of my cock with her manicured fingertips. Then, when I rubbed her clit and fingerfucked her pussy, she slowly stroked me. My sexual fantasy come true, in the way that I was masturbating Heather's mother, my wife's mother was masturbating me. I couldn't believe I was having forbidden, incestuous sex with Jennifer. I couldn't believe I was cheating on my wife with her mother.

Already getting too hot, we kicked off the blanket. In the way my naked cock was exposed to her, her naked pussy was exposed to me. When she stared down at my naked prick, I stared down at her naked cunt. Not waiting for her to change her mind, I kicked off my pajama bottoms and pulled off my t-shirt. Naked now, I reached for the hem of her nightgown and lifted it to her waist and exposed her naked pussy and the side of her buttocks to my horny eyes.

"No. Wait. Stop. Don't. We mustn't," she said. "What if Heather comes home early and catches us naked and having sex?"

Knowing full well that Heather never came home early and wouldn't be home for hours, if anything, she always returned home late. If anything, she'd be going out with Samantha to relax and decompress after work before coming home. Seemingly with her mother here to occupy me and entertain me, unless we were having nymphomaniac sex, the last place her daughter wanted to be was home with me. She was more at home at the hospital and, unless we were having sex, she more enjoyed the company of her best friend and co-worker, Samantha.

I looked deeply in Jennifer's blue eyes and gave her another long, wet kiss. I touched, felt, fondled, and groped her everywhere I touched, felt, fondled, and groped my wife. I touched, felt, fondled, and groped her everywhere I sexually fantasized touching her, feeling her, fondling her, and groping her whenever masturbating myself. I wanted to have sex with my mother-in-law. I needed to have sex with my wife's mother.

If it wasn't enough that I was making out with my mother-in-law, I couldn't believe I was touching her and feeling her everywhere I imagined touching her and feeling her in my sexual fantasies of her. Stroking me faster while I fingerfucked her deeper, I couldn't believe she was masturbating my prick in the way that I was masturbating her pussy. I couldn't believe I was about to have sex with my wife's mother. Finally, I was having my wicked, sexual way with the woman I love.

"I love you, Jennifer," I said whispering in her ear while continuing to kiss her. "I don't care if Heather sees us naked together. I don't care if she sees us having sex. I don't love her. I love you. I don't want to be with her. I want to be with you."

# # #

As if I said the wrong thing at the wrong time, she pushed away from me as if I had just burned her with a cigarette. Perhaps, she figured that I wrote my story while hoping for a one-time sexual fling, a quickie. Perhaps, she didn't think that I was as sincere about being in love with her but I was in love with her. Perhaps, she didn't believe that I wanted her as much as I did but I wanted her more than I ever wanted her daughter.

Obviously, I surprised her by telling her that I loved her and wanted to be with her. Obviously, I surprised her by nearly proposing marriage to her. If she gave me any encouragement other than allowing me to make out with her while touching her and feeling her everywhere, even though I wasn't divorced yet, I would have proposed marriage to her. Yet, first things first. I was still married to her daughter. I needed to divorce my wife before I could marry her mother.

"Michael, what are you saying?"

She looked at me as if trying to understand all that I just confessed. She looked at me as if trying to make sense of everything that so quickly transpired. She looked at me with hopeful expectation and sexual anticipation. Then, she looked at me with suspicion as if I had given her an insincere line just to have sex with her. Yet, after all the time we spent together and with us exchanging furtive glances, she knew better. She knew I meant all that I had written and all that I said.

Clearly, by the way she looked at me and returned my kisses, she knew I was sincere. Clearly, she knew I meant all that I had written. Clearly, she knew I meant all that I said. Without doubt, as much as I hoped she loved me, she knew that I loved her. I just needed to know if she loved me too. Yet, judging her by the passion of her kiss, she loved me. My mother-in-law loved me. My wife's mother sexually wanted me as much as I sexually wanted her.

Starting out slow in the way of a smoldering ember in a forest before erupting in an inferno of a forest fire, she knew I liked her as much as she liked me. Obviously, she enjoyed my company as much as I enjoyed her company. Undoubtedly, she knew I sexually wanted her as much as she obvious sexually wanted me. After reading my story and confessing my love for her, she now knew that I not only sexually wanted her more than I sexually wanted her daughter but also that I loved her more than I loved her daughter.

"What I'm saying, Jennifer, is that I love you and want to be with you. What I'm saying is I made a mistake marrying your daughter when I should have married you, her mother. What I'm saying is I'm ready to ask Heather for a divorce to be with you and to marry you," I said. "I want you in my life Jennifer, not as my mother-in-law but as my wife."

She looked up at me with shock and sexual excitement. She looked up at me with happiness. Unable to mask her sexual desire and her love for me, she continued slowly stroking my cock while I continued slowly rubbing her clit.

"Oh, Michael," she said.

Obviously, in shock, oh, Michael was all she said.

"I love you, Jennifer. I love you," I said. I looked in her eyes and kissed her before saying what I wanted to say next. "I want to give you my baby," I said whispering my desire in her ear. "I want you to have our child."

# # #

After reiterating my love for her, while continuing to kiss her and feel her through her nightgown, as if unwrapping an expensive gift at Christmas, she finally allowed me to remove her nightgown. My wife's mother allowed me to strip her naked. Now, in the way that I was naked with my mother-in-law, she was naked with her son-in-law too. My MILF of a mother-in-law was naked. I couldn't believe I was finally seeing Jennifer naked.

After writing my sexually explicit, love story, hoping she'd find it and read it, I couldn't believe I was naked with my mother-in-law. Something I had masturbated over while imagining, I couldn't believe I was seeing Heather's mother naked. Something I had masturbated over while imagining, hard for me to wrap my head around, I couldn't believe I was about to have sex with my mother-in-law. As shocked as I was sexually excited, I told Jennifer that I loved her, wanted to be with her, marry her, and give her our baby.

As if I was a man dying of starvation, and as if I had never touched and felt a naked woman before, I was all over her beautiful, naked body. Touching her, feeling her, groping her, and fondling her everywhere, I loved her big, shapely, natural breasts. Her breasts were just as lovely as her daughter's breasts but bigger. Where Heather had a B cup, her mother had a C cup. As much as I loved feeling her breasts, I love fingering her big, erect nipples.

Our brief, sexual time together was as exciting as it was nerve racking. Never knowing when she'd return home from work, Heather could walk in the front door at any moment and catch us naked together and having sex. Yet, what are the odds that Heather would be home early? She's never home early. If anything, always going out for coffee with Samantha after work, she's always home late.

What are the odds that she'd catch me naked with her naked mother? What are the odds that she'd catch us having sex? Unless she knows something that I don't know about her mother, she'd never suspect us of having sex. In the way that she'd never suspect that her mother would cheat on her with me, she'd never suspect that I'd cheat on her with her mother.

In the way that my wife constantly and continually gives me sex, having no reason to cheat on her, she'd never suspect that I'd be looking to her mother for sex. In the way that her mother is so morally modest, the opposite of her daughter, she'd never think her mother was an incestuous whore. She'd never ponder the thought that her mother and/or her husband would betray her. She'd never ponder the thought that her husband would have sex with his mother-in-law and her mother would have sex with her son-in-law.

The furthest thing from her mind, she'd never suspect me of being in love with her mother. The furthest thing from her mind, she'd never suspect her mother of being in love with me. Besides, with her mother kind, caring, and romantic, her mother wasn't a nymphomaniac in the way that her daughter was. Reliving my teenage years all over again, suddenly fearing Heather as if she was my scolding parent, I felt as if Jennifer was my girlfriend and Heather was my mother.

"No, wait. Stop," she said changing her mind and pushing me away again. "I can't do this, not here, not now, and not with you."

Trying to understand her wanting me and then not wanting me, I looked at her with hurt. I looked at her with sexual frustration. I looked at her with lustful, sexual desire.

"Jen," I said not wanting to sexually force her to do anything that she was uncomfortable doing. "I love you. I want you."

# # #

Instead of looking at me with love, passion, and sexual arousal, she looked at me with fear. She looked at me as if I was nuts. She looked at me as if I was giving her a line just to have sex with her. She looked at me as if she didn't believe that I was in love with her even though I now knew that she felt the same way about me as I felt about her.

"I'm sorry but I can't do this to my daughter. I just can't. After all that my daughter has done for me by allowing me to live with her, this is wrong. This is nasty. I can't betray her by having sex with her husband," she said suddenly looking as if she was about to cry.

I touched her hand while staring in her eyes.

"I love you, Jennifer. I want you," I said trying to convince her that my intentions were sincere.

Yet, why would she believe me when I lied to her daughter. Obviously, I didn't love her daughter. I loved her. I loved Heather's mother.

"You're my son-in-law and I'm your mother-in-law," she said as if trying to convince herself that what we were doing was forbidden. "We can't have sex. What we're doing is incestuous. We mustn't have sex. It's wrong for us to betray Heather. I'm sorry, Michael but I can't. I just can't."

When she pushed me away again, my whole world crumbled. Obviously, she didn't sexually want me in the way that I sexually wanted her. Obviously, she cared more about her daughter's feelings than she cared about my feelings. Understandable, she obviously loved her daughter more than she loved me, if she even did love me.

Never have I been as sexually frustrated. I thought I was going to have sex with my mother-in-law. Yet, at least I got to kiss her, French kiss her. At least I got to touch her and feel her everywhere I should never touch and feel her while she returned my kisses. In the way that she saw me naked and stroked my cock, at least I got to see her naked while fingering her pussy. If nothing else, I'll be masturbating over this for the rest of my life.

"Okay," I said with disappointment while respecting her wishes.

With all that happened tonight encouraging, there was always tomorrow and the next day. Hopefully, now that we broke the ice, we'd be doing this again. Now, that I opened Pandora's Box by writing her my love letter, chances are we'd be unable to close it. Chances are I'd soon be fingering her, licking her, making love to her, and fucking her and she'd soon be stroking me, sucking me, making love to me, and fucking me too.

'I can't wait to have sex with my mother-in-law,' I thought.

I looked at my mother-in-law with love. I looked at her with sexual lust. I looked at her in the way that I never looked at her before. I wanted Heather's mother more than I ever wanted Heather. We not only had a physical and sexual connection but something I didn't have with my wife, I had an emotional and intellectual connection with her mother too.

# # #

"Let's sleep on it and discuss it tomorrow while Heather is at work again. I'm worried she'll come home early and catch us together. Besides, I'm too sexually excited to think clearly," she said putting on her nightgown. "We'll talk more tomorrow," she said leaning to kiss me before disappearing in her bedroom and closing her door.

This was my chance and I blew it. I let her get away. I allowed her to push me away and stop what was meant to be. Maybe I shouldn't have told her that I love her. Maybe I shouldn't have told her that I wanted to divorce Heather to marry her. Maybe I shouldn't have told her that I wanted her to have our baby.

Yet, not taking no for an answer, especially after all that just transpired between us, I was tempted to follow her. I was tempted to take her by her arm, pull her to me, and kiss her while lifting the back of her nightgown to feel her beautiful ass and finger her naked pussy. I was tempted to strip her naked again and have my wicked, sexual way with my wife's mother. I wanted to have sex with my mother-in-law. I needed to have sex with Jennifer.

In the way that I had previously imagined doing, and in the way that Jack Nicholson had done with Jessica Lange in the Postman Always Rings Twice, I was tempted to push her back on the kitchen counter and fuck her right there. I wanted to have sex with my mother-in-law. I wanted to make my wife's mother my woman. I wanted to cum in Jennifer's cunt. I wanted to impregnate my mother-in-law. I wanted my wife's mother to have my baby.

So very sexually frustrated, I had such a raging erection. Horny for my mother-in-law's beautiful, sexy body, I needed some sexual relief. I needed some sexual satisfaction. I needed to make love to my mother-in-law. I needed to fuck my wife's mother. I needed Jennifer to stroke me before sucking me. I needed to not only cum in her mouth but also, I needed to cum in her pussy too.

With the roles reversed, I felt as if I was Marlon Brando as Stanley Kolwalski, Jennifer was Kim Hunter as Stella Kolwalski, and Heather was Vivian Leigh as Blanche DuBois in the Streetcar Named Desire. As if I was Brad Pitt, Heather was Jennifer Aniston, and her mother was Angelina Jolie, I felt caught in the middle between two beautiful women. As if I was Dustin Hoffman as Benjamin Braddock, Heather was Anne Bancroft as Mrs. Robinson, and Jennifer was Katherine Ross as Elaine Robinson, I found myself caught in a love triangle of forbidden lust and sexual desire.

I was tempted to barge in my mother-in-law's bedroom and yell, "Stella!" I was tempted to barge in my mother-in-law's bedroom and yell, "Angelina!" I was tempted to barge in my mother-in-law's bedroom and yell, "Elaine!"

Instead, I opened her bedroom door and as if I was Marlon Brando as Stanley Kolwalski, Brad Pitt as himself, or Dustin Hoffman as Benjamin Braddock, I stood naked in the light while staring in her darkened bedroom. I stood naked in the light with a huge erection while staring at all that I could see of my mother-in-law in the darkness and while she stared at all that she could see of me. The love of my life, she was the woman I wanted, not her daughter.

After making my romantic and sexual intentions of love and desire known, and after she allowed me to kiss her, feel her, and strip her naked, I couldn't stop there. I couldn't wait for tomorrow when I wanted her now. I needed to finish what we started. Not being able to sleep without knowing, I needed to know how she truly felt about me. I needed to know if she'd have sex with me in the way that I wanted to have sex with her. I needed to know if she loved me in the way that I loved her.

Needing to bury my long fingers and my wide tongue in her warm, wet cunt, I needed lick her pussy while fingering her pussy. I needed to watch her sucking my cock while stroking my cock and staring up at me with her big, blue eyes. I needed to make love to my mother-in-law before fucking my wife's mother. I needed to have sex with Jennifer. Now that I saw her naked ass, her naked tits, and her naked pussy, I needed to not only cum in her mouth but also, I needed to cum in her pussy too.

"I want you. I want you now. I need you. I need you now," I said. "I love you. I have to have you. I'm sorry, Jennifer, but this can't wait until tomorrow. I can't go another day without making love to you. I must make love to you now," I said walking in her bedroom and closing the door behind me. "It's wrong to deny how we feel about one another."
She lifted her arms to welcome me. She spread her legs to sexually entice me. With her arms and legs opened wide, that was a sexual invitation that I couldn't refuse. I moved to her in the way that I moved to Heather when having sex with her in a bed instead of in a car for the first time.

"Oh, Michael. I love you, too."

I moved to her with the hunger of a man moving to the table for Thanksgiving dinner. I moved to her knowing now that she sexually wanted me as much as I sexually wanted her. I moved to her with love and sexual lust.

"Marry me, Jennifer," I said taking her hand in mine. "As soon as I divorce your daughter, I want to marry you," I said suddenly feeling uplifted and free.

She smiled at me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and gave me a big, wet kiss.

"Yes, Michael. Yes. I'm marry you," she said. "I love you, Michael. I love you."

# # #

Not waiting for her to protest or change her mind, I moved next to my mother-in-law in bed. I brushed back her long, blonde hair that fell in front of her eyes and stroked her cheek. As if reunited with her again after not seeing her for years, I held her while hugging her.

Then, I kissed her while removing her nightgown again. Once again, in the way that I was naked, she was naked too. Naked together, my dream come true, this was all of his so surreal. This all happened so fast. I couldn't believe I was naked with my naked mother-in-law and kissing her. I couldn't believe I was touching her and feeling her everywhere I had imagined touching her and feeling her while having sex with her.

Hard for me to wrap my head around, unable to believe my eyes, my mother-in-law was naked. I was naked with my wife's mother. We were naked in bed together and I was about to have sex with Jennifer and she was about to have sex with me. More exciting than my wedding day with her daughter and more sexually exciting than my Honeymoon with Heather, my sexual fantasy come true, I couldn't believe I was finally going to have sex with my mother-in-law.

Being naked in bed with a beautiful woman is even more sexually exciting than cuddling on the couch with a sexy woman. There's something that's even more sexually exciting lying in bed naked with the woman I love than sitting on a couch with her pussy exposed and my cock exposed beneath a throw. The biggest part of foreplay, there's something so very sexually exciting about my entire naked body coming in contact with and touching her entire naked body while feeling her and French kissing her after having stripped her naked.

Not wasting time for her to change her mind again about allowing me to have sex with her, I slid down her naked body while kissing her breasts, her stomach, and her thighs. Ready to finger Jennifer's pussy, I was ready to eat my mother-in-law's cunt. Having done this hundreds of times before with her daughter, I moved between her mother's legs. As if her naked pussy was my just reward and much-deserved dessert, a peach cobbler, I fingered her pussy while licking her pussy.

I reached up and felt, squeezed, and fondled her big breasts while fingering her erect nipples with my left hand. While licking her cunt, I fingerfucked my mother-in-law and rubbed her clit with my right hand. Obviously as horny as she was sexually frustrated, she was so wet. Obviously, as horny as she was sexually aroused, it didn't take her long to cum. Clearly, my wife's mother sexually wanted me as much as I sexually wanted her. Assuredly, Jennifer loved me as much as I loved her.

"Oh, Michael. Michael. Oh, my God, Michael. Don't stop. Please don't stop. Rub me harder. Lick me faster. You're going to make me cum. You're going to make me cum," she said holding the sides of my head in both of her hands.

I continued licking her pussy. I continued rubbing her clit. I fingerfucked her deeper while making pussy eating sounds that allowed me to breath.

"Uma, uma, uma," I said. "Uma, uma, uma," I continued saying while licking her faster and rubbing her harder. "Uma, uma, uma."

She was so wet. She was so sexually excited. She seemed so grateful that I was having sex with her instead of her daughter. She was so happy that I loved her instead of Heather.

"Oh, Michael," she said rubbing my face all over her wet cunt. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming, Michael. Don't stop licking me. Don't stop rubbing me. Fingerfuck me deeper."

As if she was the man receiving a blowjob and I was the woman sucking his cock, she put a heavy hand to the back of my head, pushed my head down, and impaled her cunt with my mouth and nose. Unable to move, I could barely breathe. Yet, what a way to die. Instead of lifting my head and pulling myself away, I continued licking her while fingering her. At least with my mouth full of mother-in-law's pussy, I'd die happy.

She straightened her legs. She tightened her tummy. She arched her back and put her head all the way back on her pillow. Then, as if I was her God, she screamed my name with her sexual orgasm.

"Michael! Oh, God! Michael! Oh, my God! Michael," she said collapsing in her pillow as if she had died.

# # #

Giving her time to enjoy the afterglow of sex, I wiped my face on a hand towel that she had by her bed. Then, I moved up to her to hold her, caress her, hug her, kiss her, and feel her. With Heather never sexually satisfied and always wanting more, Jennifer was seemingly grateful. I couldn't masturbate or fuck Heather enough. With Heather always in a sexual frenzy, something her daughter never was in; her mother was in sexual bliss.

I loved holding my mother-in-law more than I loved holding my wife. Suffice to say, I loved having sex with my mother-in-law more than I ever loved having sex with my wife. Maybe because of all the things we had and common and all the little things that we shared and enjoyed, Jennifer felt more like my best friend than did Heather.

In the way that I trusted Jennifer, it was obvious that she trusted me. Sadly, I didn't feel that trust with Heather. With sex her addiction, I couldn't shake the feeling that she lied to me about where she was and what she was doing. With her always leaving early for work and coming home late, figuring she was meeting someone for nymphomaniac sex, I always wondered where she went and what she was doing.

Overwhelmed with disbelief, as if I was dreaming or sexually fantasizing the whole thing, I had a hard time wrapping my head around being naked and in bed with Jennifer naked. I had a hard time wrapping my head around having sex with Heather's mother. I had a hard time wrapping my head around having just eaten my mother-in-law's pussy. I had a hard time wrapping my head around that I was about to make love to my wife's mother.

"I love you, Jennifer," I said.

Kissing and kissing her while mounting her and slowly and gently humping her, my cock was buried deep in her pussy as far as it would go. In the way she passionately returned my kisses, she lustfully returned my humps. Instead of fucking in the way that Heather prefers to do, I made love to Jennifer. I made love to my wife's mother. I slowly humped her while lovingly kissing her. She slowly humped me while lovingly kissing me. Instead of fucking like animals in the way that her daughter loves to do, we were finally making love.

As if she was the love of my life and she was, I continued kissing her. As if I had never felt a woman's naked breasts and fingered her erect nipples before, I continued fondling her big breasts while fingering her erect nipples. As if I was a virgin on prom night, making slow albeit passionate love, I continued humping her a little faster and a little harder.

She returned my sexual passion with her sexual passion. She returned my lovemaking humps with her lovemaking humps. No longer making love, just like that, like mother like daughter, we were fucking. I was finally fucking my mother-in-law. I was finally pounding the pussy of my wife's mother in the way that Heather demanded that I pound her pussy too. If Jennifer was anything like her daughter, it would only be a matter of minutes before I gave her another sexual orgasm.

There I was with my dick buried deep in her warm, wet, tight pussy while humping my mother-in-law harder and faster. I was fucking Jennifer and she was fucking me. Obviously, by how wet she was and how tight she was, she hadn't had sex in a long while. Obviously, in the way that she was humping me while kissing me, she wanted to fuck me as much as I wanted to fuck her. Obviously, in the way that she tightly held me and wrapped her long legs around me, she wanted to have sex with me as much as I wanted to have sex with her.

"Oh, Michael. Michael. Don't stop. Hump me faster. Fuck me deeper. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum," she said before she collapsed in the mattress as if she had been shot.

Not wanting to pull out to cum on her tits, I was determined to cum in her cunt. Waiting for her to stop me from cumming in her pussy, I shot a huge load of cum in her cunt. Obviously, she wanted me to cum in her pussy as much as I wanted to cum in her pussy. Obviously, now that I confessed my desire to impregnate her, she wanted my child as much as I wanted to give her my child.

I couldn't wait to make her pregnant. In the way that her daughter refused didn't want children, I couldn't wait to make her mother pregnant. I couldn't wait for Jennifer to have our baby. In the meantime, once I regained my energy, after eating my mother-in-law and fucking my mother-in-law, I couldn't wait for her to suck my cock. I couldn't wait for Heather's mother to blow me. I couldn't wait to cum in Jennifer's mouth.

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With me making love to my wife's mother, I felt a little like Steve Howey as Kevin Ball in Shameless. His wife, Veronica Fisher, played by Shanola Hampton, allowed her husband to have sexual intercourse with her mother, his mother-in-law, Carol Fisher, played by Vanessa Bell Calloway. With Veronica unable to have children, she agreed to allow her husband, Kevin, to impregnate her mother. She consented to Kevin to have sexual intercourse with his mother-in-law.

Yet, after a while, instead of having sexual intercourse to make her pregnant, Kevin and his mother-in-law were making love and fucking. After a while, looking forward to having sex with her son-in-law and making her daughter jealous in the process, Carol was having sexual orgasms. After a while, Veronica's mother fell in love with her daughter's husband's big cock. Then, truth be told, Veronica's mother confessed that she was no longer able to get pregnant but just loved the sex.

Then, as soon as I ejaculated my seed inside her, we moved beside one another and relaxed. Breathing hard and sweating we caught our breath and recouped our energy while holding one another, fondling one another, and kissing one another. I couldn't believe I just had sexual intercourse with my mother-in-law. Hoping to make her pregnant, I couldn't believe that I ejaculated my cum in Jennifer's pussy.

She was so beautiful. She was so sexy. Even in the dark, I could see the beautiful woman she was. Even in the dark, I knew she could see how much I loved her. Even in the dark, I knew she loved me as much as I loved her.

Having never made a woman pregnant before, I wondered how many times I'd have to have sexual intercourse with her and cum inside of her before she became pregnant with our child. Tomorrow morning, first thing, I'll talk to Heather. Tomorrow morning, first thing, I'll tell my wife that I want a divorce. I'll tell her that I had sex with her mother. I'll tell her that we had sex. I'll tell her that I'm in love with her mother. I'll tell her that I want to marry Jennifer.

"I love you, Jennifer," I said giving my mother-in-law a deep, loving and passionate, wet kiss.

She returned my love, sexual passion, and kiss with her kiss.

"I love you, too, Michael," said Jennifer.

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Unfortunately, instead of returning to my bedroom, I fell asleep. Roused from a deep, sound sleep, I don't remember what time it was but it was very early in the morning, maybe 3 or 4 am. I was awakened by a loud crash as if someone had broken a window. Instead of being afraid, I was angry that someone would break my window. I was angry that someone would dare break in my house. Once a Marine always a Marine, I was on guard ready to protect my mother-in-law from an intruder.

Only, stored on the other side of the house, my loaded handgun was locked in my bedroom. My unloaded shotgun was leaning behind my bedroom door with the box of shotgun shells stashed in my dresser drawer. Even if I made a dash for it, I couldn't get to them in time.

If I tried to make a run for it, I'd run right into the intruder. They could be armed. They could be dangerous. Not caring who they harmed or killed, they could be on drugs and looking for anything they could steal and sell.

Instead, staying where I was, I didn't want to leave Jennifer unprotected. I needed to keep her safe. If she had a phone in her room, I'd call the police but I remembered her handbag was hanging on the kitchen chair with her cellphone in the front pocket. I'd have a better chance of reaching her cellphone than I would getting to my guns. Yet, even if I called the police, with me living out in the sticks, they'd never make it here in time to save us and apprehend the criminal.

"Shh," I heard someone say. "Be quiet. You're going to wake up everyone."

Then, I heard laughing. With my clothes in the living room, I was naked. I quietly opened my mother-in-law's bedroom door to listen. More than one person, someone had broken in my house. Before leaving her room, I grabbed the only weapon available, a heavy, brass lamp with a marble base. I unplugged it and, with the wire dragging along the floor, carried it with me to the hall.

"Who's there? Identify yourselves. I have a gun," I said when I only had a heavy lamp. "The police are on their way," I said even though I hadn't called the police.

Heather peeked around the corner.

"Michael?" She laughed with nervous surprise. "What are you doing? Why are you naked? Where are your clothes?" Then, as if she hadn't noticed my erection before, she stared down at my naked, erect cock. "Why do you have an erection?" She laughed again. "He's naked and has an erection," she said to someone, a woman, who immediately started laughing.

Now, they were both laughing. Then, as if I was suddenly a circus sideshow, the woman stuck her head around the corner to look at my naked body too? Obviously, they had been drinking. Obviously, they were both a little drunk. In the way that my wife stared at my exposed, naked cock, the woman stared at my exposed, naked cock too. Obviously, this was the infamous Samantha, my wife's best friend, co-worker, and ex-lesbian lover who I had never met.

"Wait," she said with shocked surprise as if she had just realized where I was and what I was doing. "Did you just come from my mother's bedroom?" She laughed again. She looked at me with shocked surprise as if I had just slapped her or thrown cold water in her face. "Are you sleeping with my mother?" She looked from me to look at Samantha before she looked back at me. "Are you having sex with my Mom?"

She looked at her friend again and they both started laughing. Finally getting to meet her, having never met her before, not even at our wedding, obviously, this was Samantha. As tall as she pretty and as sexy as she was shapely, she could have been Heather's sister. Obviously, either Heather started having lesbian sex with Samantha again or she had never broken off their sexual relationship. Perhaps, with me being possessively jealous and paranoid, maybe they were just friends and co-workers. I had no idea.

"My husband is having sex with my mother," said Heather with an uncaring shrug. "My mother is having sex with my husband," she said with another uncaring shrug. "They're having sex with one another," she said as if trying to wrap her head around her mother having sex with her husband.

Yet, instead of being angry and instead of being hurt, Heather looked at Samantha again and laughed. As if they were sharing a private joke, now they were both laughing hysterically. Obviously, by the way she lightly took the news of my sexual affair with her mother, and in the way that she was acting, perhaps she wanted a divorce from me in the way that he wanted a divorce from her.

"I love your mother and want to be with her," I said talking over their laughter while erecting my posture and raising my chin as if I was James Spader as Alan Shore on Boston Legal. "I'm sorry, Heather, but I want a divorce," I said as if I was giving the jury my summation for my freedom from her while bracing myself for the worst.

Again, instead of being angry, Heather laughed. She turned to her friend and they both started laughing.

"You want a divorce?"

Having a difficult time understanding what I was saying, Heather stared at me as if she couldn't believe what I was saying.

"Yes," I said again. "I want a divorce. I'm in love with your mother and she's in love with me. I want to be with your mother. I love her and want to marry her. I want her to have my child," I said articulating my wants and needs in slow and perfectly, clear diction for Heather to understand in her drunken stupor.

She laughed again.

"Finally, Michael, we're on the same page because I want a divorce too. I want to marry Samantha," she said moving her arm around Samantha's slim waist and giving her a long, wet kiss. As if they were strippers on stage giving me a free sex show, she groped Samantha's ass through her jeans and panties and Samantha groped my wife's breasts through her blouse and bra. "I love her and want to be with her. It was my mistake to have married you instead of her."

Finally joining out little party, Jennifer emerged from her bedroom wearing her sexy nightgown.

"I love Michael too," she said. "He asked me to marry him and I said yes."

This was all so surreal. My sexual affair didn't seem real until I heard Jennifer say that she loved me and wanted to marry me. My heart softened and soared as my cock hardened and pulsated. Heather beamed me a smile and walked over to hug me before hugging her mother.

"I so happy for you both," she said. "We've been having an affair for months and I wanted to tell you but didn't have the courage. Tonight, after having too much to drink, I decided was the night," she said. She stared down at my naked cock again before she stared at all that she could see of her mother through her sexy nightgown. "How long have you been having sex?"

I looked from my wife to look at my mother-in-law.

"Tonight was the first time we've been sexually intimate," I said suddenly feeling guilty that I cheated on my wife. Nonetheless my infidelity, she had been cheating on me too with Samantha. I was glad that we both will get what we so wanted. I was glad that I didn't hurt Heather and she didn't hurt me. "How long had you've been having sex?"

Heather looked at Samantha and they both burst out laughing.

"How long have we been having sex?" They both looked at one another and laughed again. "We never stopped," said Heather laughing and making Samantha laugh too. "What I thought I wanted in a man, I found in a woman," she said. "I love her and she loves me. I'll be packing my things tomorrow and will move in with her."

THE END

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