Mother in laws come in many shapes and sizes, and mine [ of some 3 months standing ] had a very voluptuous shape, a good nature, a sense of fun, was tall, slim, and in her early forties. My wife had hinted as to her having a roving eye and perhaps some affairs & not without the knowledge of her dad. He was Ron, a senior civil servant who was often away from their home in London. On this particular spring half-term break Jude & Hazel [ my wife and mother-in-law ] had planned to go for a weekends shopping in Paris whilst father in law and I were to stay in town.
When we arrived on the Thursday evening - the plans had already gone awry with Hazel recovering from a heavy bout of 'flu and feeling too lousy to shoot off to Paris. Why waste the tickets? Mother in law suggested that Jude and I should go instead , but as I'd already arranged to meet friends who were travelling down to London on Friday evening to see me, I had to refuse. So Jude and her dad left early on the Friday morning, with Ron joking that I would end up chauffeuring for Hazel, who couldn't drive.
After they had left I took her breakfast up to their bedroom. Hazel was propped up on her pillows looking better than she had the previous day and with the bedclothes just about covering the nipples on her ample and well shaped breasts. She smiled as she caught me looking but made no attempt to cover herself further. I put it down and after telling her I was off out to get a paper, left the room.
When I got back in - she was drifting around the kitchen with a cup of coffee, wearing a loose fitting kimono which kept opening above and below the belt as she moved. 'Your friends phoned whilst you were out', she said. 'They wanted me to give you their apologies but their baby was sick so they are having to cry off'. She looked at me and added that she could see I was as disappointed.
'Never mind, tonight why don't we go out for a drink and get to know each other better', she suggested. She also went on to say that as part of her own recovery therapy she would shortly be off out to do some shopping and afterwards would be off to visit a friend.
She added,
' I'll ring about 7pm & tell you where to meet - it will probably be a pub in Rickmansworth that's where she lives. It's about a forty minute drive up the A1 through North London and as I'll be drinking I won't be taking the car, so don't forget or fall asleep', she demanded.
It was nearer 8pm when I got the call from Toni her friend, to come out to the Green Man 'pub in Rickmansworth. She also warned me that if I was babysitting my mother in law I should not take too take too long as there were a couple of guys chatting them up. As she had to leave straight away she didn't want Hazel to be on her own too long. At 8.45pm I drove into the pubs car park. Dusk was falling and although spring, there was a chill in the air. Consequently the Green Man's beer garden which ran down to some trees and a river, was deserted. The tree lined river bank had already sunk into a light blue haze and I knew that the evening would soon pass into darkness as I found a path which led in through the rear exit.
Gaining entry I found myself in a long corridor between the pubs inner lounge door and the one I'd entered through. Off the corridor to my right lay the ladies and gents toilets and it was my need for a pee that took me into to the men's. As I entered I heard Hazels voice talking in a tipsy slur. I was soon able to observe her through the half open door. She swept past in the company of two middle age black guys, one of whom had a hand on her ass whilst the other led her by the hand . It was clear to me she wasn't objecting.
I gave them a few moments and cautiously followed them outside. The three were disappearing towards the trees by the river. So as to be none too obvious and being somewhat in a quandary as to what I should do, I decided to follow by a more circuitous route. Consequently it took me some three or four minutes to get into the trees and close enough to see them.
What I saw took my breath away. One of the men was standing in front of her. Her skirt and top were already on the ground and his right hand was already buried deep in her knickers. The other man stood behind her and she was leaning back to kiss him whilst each of his hands were curled around her pale breasts. I heard her give a little moan as one or more of the fingers in her knickers found her hole and entered. I remained riveted as she parted her legs to in order to give them better access. Leaning further back onto her second paramour she soon started to moan until within a minute or two she was gasping for breath as an orgasm started to take hold of her taut frame. I couldn't believe it! There was my mother-in-law, her knickers by now taut below her fanny, legs apart, a black guy rhythmically pushing at least a couple of fingers in and out of her twat, whilst another behind her was mauling both tits. As I watched her body grew taut, rigid and then I heard her orgasm rise as a long, low moan, which continued for at least a couple of minutes.
Once this was over she quickly stopped the action. She stood up straight and disentangled herself. I heard Hazel say,
' Don't worry guys I'm not a prick tease.
Quickly her knickers came off and leaning back against a tree trunk she opened her legs and asked whether or not they would like to shove their black dicks up some white cunt? If they would perhaps they would like to show her what they could offer?
This behaviour both excited & fascinated me but the language shocked me as she was usually so middle class in its usage and after all she was my mother in law! Her finger stroking paramour was first to drop his pants and he revealed a good 9" weapon with a wicked downward curl. I was impressed , if she was - she didn't say so as his companion was holding his out for her inspection. This was a long thin pencil of a least a fourteen inches and I'd never seen one that big!
She smiled, ' thin first, on your back baby', I heard her say.
She took his coat and threw it on the floor beckoning him to lay down. Once he had duly obliged she got down astride him and holding the tip of his knob guided it to the entrance to her hole. Once there she sank down on the first six inches and moved her ass back up to the tip again. Over the next five minutes on each trip her cunt took down that rod, it went a fraction lower - until she was hitting bottom and her ass cheeks were slapping on his thighs. After this achievement each stroke would take her to the very tip of his cock before she slammed down its shaft again with each piston like strokes bouncing the nipples of her tits onto his chest. She kept this up for a good 10 minutes before I saw him grab her ass at the bottom of a stroke and hold her there.