Alexis never really started to look good until she got her second divorce and my wife and I had her come over more often since she relocated closer to our apartment. She was forty-four years old and had the best butt in jeans I had ever saw. My wife has a great ass and I could see where she got it from. Alex, as my mother-in-law liked to be called, was four inches over five feet and had big, full, and still firm breasts. My sister-in-law took after her mom in that department while my wife got smaller boobs.
When I first met Alex my wife and I were still dating in college. She was quite, what I termed, the, “right-wing Christian nutbag.” Everything was for Jesus and the Christian Agenda. Thus, I felt she judged me as I was an atheist, and did not approve of her daughter dating me. However after her second divorce she started to get less fanatic and was more fun to be around. When I first met Alex she was forty-two and looked older. She had the traditional crow’s feet around her eyes and the grey hairs that spread throughout her bangs and temples on brown hair that clung down her back and rested at the top of her butt. She had healthy looking breasts, at least D size cups, but I’m not one for knowing bra sizes, but they were big, and she had a nice lower body. My wife kept telling me how great her mom’s legs were, but I had only ever seen them in jeans or long pants but she did have a very nice firm ass. Her green eyes hid the wisdom of two marriages gone wrong.
Her pale skin looked as if she would burn, like my wife, if left in the sun for too long. Alex always felt she was, “fat” and needed to lose weight but, besides a small tummy problem, she had good hips, nice butt, firm breasts and overall, nice looking skin. I kept thinking that this was a MILF! I could never bring myself to tell my wife that I thought her mom was hot so I just kept it to myself. Although my wife knew of my fetish for older, hot looking women. Not older fat ugly women, they had to be hot!
She started to come up once a month and would alternate between bringing my wife’s half-brother from her second marriage. Each time she came up she looked better. I could tell that she went though some heavy emotional damage in her second marriage and was finally, like a sprinter who finally hits his groove, took off full speed for a new unattached life. And why not—her teenage son was going to graduate high school soon, she had a new life, she was living back in the north of the state with her parents, and had a new job and was reconnecting with her four children without having to look over her shoulder to her horrific husband.
She came up alone for my graduation from college because I only had one ticket to give her so her son could not come. I knew that she would stay overnight with my wife and I as this was her usual mission operative. When she walked through our apartment door the morning of my graduation she looked different. Not only did she have the look of a middle aged woman finally finding herself, but she chopped four inches off of her hair and got rid of the grey. She told my wife and me that she still felt that she needed to lose some weight, but I responded in typical son-in-law sucking up that she looked great! The only thing was, I meant it, she looked wonderful. She wore simple Levi jeans which, again, showed what nice legs and butt she had and a blue sweatshirt that made her body look normal. I was convinced that she added ten to twenty pounds mentally but maybe her belly bulge was lost in the size of her breasts! They were not huge gigantic breasts that looked as if they weighed down a woman, but they were not small either, like I said, they were a healthy size and they were firm looking. She just looked great and sexy.
This is when it started to happen to me. I went into the shower to get ready to show up for the staging area of graduation and that is when I started to get a hard on. I have what my wife says is the ‘perfect penis size,’ so it’s small. I get about five and a half inches when hard and have about an inch and a half girth. It suits my purposes and my wife does not complain when we have sex so I learned to enjoy my penis (not that I didn’t enjoy it already). I started to masturbate when Alex’s image popped into my head. At first I was grossed out and mentally called myself a pervert, that was my mother-in-law! But at the same time it was not my mother and so I started to beat off to Alex’s nice ass fitting jeans and fantasized about her coming into the bathroom to urinate and seeing me and opening the shower curtain and grabbing my cock and give me a handjob.
She would ask me if I liked it. Yes. She would ask me if I wanted to come over her hand. Yes. She asked if I wanted her to lick my cock. Yes, oh yes. She asked me if she could suck it. Oh yes, yes… and I exploded. I had my back to the shower head; water beating against my back and my semen flew up and landed just below my sternum. I was surprised; usually I only got cum up there when I masturbated lying on my back after my wife gave me head. I took the rest of my shower in gloom. I was a pervert whether or not my mother-in-law was related to me by blood. When I got out I had no trouble looking Alex or my wife in the eye but quickly parted from them to go to the staging area.
The graduation was slow and tedious, five thousand graduates from the state school. When I got back home we threw a party, family and friends were over and once they were gone it was just me, my wife, and my mother-in-law.
It was getting late but we all stayed up watching episodes of Friends. Finally when it hit four in the morning my wife and I went to bed. My mother-in-law crashed on our floor (we had not been able to buy a couch yet). Around six o’clock in the morning I was aroused out of a soundless sleep to greet both an erection and the need to urinate.
I got up and quickly threw on a pair of shorts to cover my nudity. My wife was out cold. I opened our bedroom door and turned an immediate right to meet the closed bathroom door. My brain not working properly I thought that the door had been closed for some reason and did not realize that it had not been closed when we all went to bed. I placed my hand on the doorknob, twisted and turned. My mother-in-law greeted me with a startled look as she was reading a magazine from our rack with her pajama bottoms pushed down to her knees.
I just stood there for what felt like an hour looking at her with this dumb look on my face my blue eyes meeting her green. I naturally took a look south but could only see what appeared to be a bushy pubic tangle before I just quickly closed the door.
I was panicking, what did I just do? What an idiot! I started to pace around the living room in angst. Would she tell my wife? Did she think I did it on purpose? Could she know of the whacking earlier? Could she smell that my cock was erect? My wife claimed that I always radiated a smell when I was ready to jump her.
That was when, with horror, I looked down at my shorts to see that my five inch cock was setting up a tent. Did she see it? I was greeted with the flush of the toilet and the sink sounds of Alex washing her hands. Nice bush. That came out of no where but did nothing to alleviate my hard cock. Like mother like daughter. I loved hairy bush, my wife had a big one, and to make matters even better for me, did not mind giving my blowjobs but could not stand the idea of my going down on her. I was in perfect heaven; she didn’t want me to stick my tongue in her wet pussy but would gobble my cock!
The bathroom door opened and Alex stepped out wearing blue long pajama bottoms and a white T-Shirt that had a bunch of red roses on it. I could tell she was still wearing a bra and we just stood there, foot and a half apart, blue eyes locked with green.
“I’m so sorry, I was just an idiot, my brain was not working properly and I didn’t think you’d be in there… I don’t know why, I’m so sorry. Hey, this will be one of those things we talk about later jokingly.”
