When Dave found out his mother-in-law, Mrs. Cisneros, was coming to live with him and his wife Alma, he was quite irritated. She was a traditional Mexican woman who never missed confession or church on Sunday and he didn't want to deal with her critical eye. But Alma insisted since her mother was a widow and working in a menial job.
"Besides, she can help me with the baby!" she reassured him.
So Dave sucked it up and welcomed her with a big smile that first day. But after a week or so it started to bother him that she and his wife always spoke Spanish together since he imagined she was making complaints about him and his house. It made him feel left out as well. However, each time he did say something to Alma about his feelings, she only hugged him and did a kissy face gesture.
"Family is family!" she would tell him as she pressed her pregnant belly into him.
As a result, Dave was left to stew as his mother-in-law got more comfortable living with them. He would find her stockings in the main bathroom flung over the shower curtain bar and all her makeup around the sink and shake his head. He wondered why she bothered with the makeup since she was a short, stout woman with a somewhat homely face. She did have well-sculped muscular legs though and a bubble butt that she had passed down to her daughter. But thankfully that was where the inheritance had ended.
As it worked out however, her room was right next to theirs and Dave always worried that she could hear them at night as they fucked. He tried to be quiet as he worked Alma's pussy each night, but for some reason his mind always imagined her listening on the other side of the wall. And on those nights when Alma would cum, she would do it loudly and he thought that was embarrassing.
"Shhhh!" he would say to her as he pointed to their adjoining wall.
But as the pregnancy progressed and Alma's belly became enormous, she started to shoo him away when he tried to slide it in as they spooned.
"I need to sleep, Toro!" she began to say, using her pet name for him.
This led Dave to experience deep frustration and soon his temper became short.
"Can you please keep your stockings in your room!" he yelled one day when he found Mrs. Cisneros' bathroom cluttered again.
Of course, she didn't understand his words, but she read his expression and tone when he knocked on her door. Later she reported it to her daughter.
"Don't you ever yell at my mother again!" she told him that night.
They didn't speak for days after that. Alma only curled up on her side of the bed each night and left him to ponder his misdeed. Dave's frustration grew as his balls became more and more blue. It seemed he would have to hold it all in until the baby was born.
Sure, he thought. He could do that.
But as days passed, his prick ached each night to the point where he couldn't sleep. And each night he would get up and go into their bathroom and try to relieve himself, but to no avail. He felt like he was experiencing a medical emergency. Was there something a doctor could do for him? No, he finally decided, this was all part of a man's journey into family life.
The next day, as he sat outside on the back porch tapping his hand nervously against the chair, his mother-in-law appeared in a one-piece bathing suit.
"Buenos tardes!" she said with a smile as she strutted past him on her way to the pool.
"Hola madre." He replied with less friendliness.
Her body in a bathing suit surprised him. It was much more attractive than he thought it would be. He watched her as she moved around the pool and dipped her red painted toes into the water. She had a belly bulge, but her tits seemed to stand up well on their own. Finally, she sat down on the edge and put her legs into the deep water. He watched as she kicked and made splashes with them. She smiled over at him.
"Mucho frio!" she called out.
"Si." He replied with a bit more feeling.
He watched her thick thighs and calves as they began to glisten from the splashing and wondered how she had built her legs up to such a degree. He imagined her going up stairs carrying water laden buckets then, her calves contracting strongly with each step. Sure, cleaning work was great exercise.
She inched her thighs down into the water next and then let her ass and entire torso plunge in.
"Iye!" she called out when she bobbed back up.
The water splashed onto her face as she began to flail and swim on her back. He watched as her expression took on a childish happiness. She really wasn't as homely as he had thought. She had beautiful teeth and her tan skin was unblemished and toned. Amazing for a woman in her late forties!
He decided to have a swim at that point. He got up and walked over to the shallow end and stepped down into the pool. He stayed there in one place and made ripples with his arms.
"Mijo! Aqui!" she said then, motioning for him to join her in the deep end.
He waved back to her.
"No, gracious." He said with a half-smile.
She swam over to him then, put one hand on his arm, and said something in Spanish that he understood to be a peace offering. Looking down at her full, dripping body and her sincere eyes, he suddenly wondered how he could have been angry with her at all.
"Lo siento." He apologized.
"No problemo!" she said.
After this they swam around together for an hour playing pool games. In one, he went underwater as she stood on his shoulders and dove off as he sprang up. She had told him "no" at first, perhaps fearing she was too heavy, but Dave had insisted, wanting to prove his strength to her. He figured she weighed in the neighborhood of one hundred and eighty pounds; big, but by no means sloppy fat. In another game he searched for her with his eyes closed, listening for swirls and splashes, only to discover she was out of the pool altogether. They both laughed afterwards. But it wasn't until they were getting out that Dave realized his cock was stiff in his Speedos. He blushed deeply when he saw her eyes look down at it as well.
Later that night Alma approached him with a wry smile.
"My mother says she and you had a good time in the pool today!"
Dave's mind immediately went back to the moment of his humiliation exiting the pool.
"Sure, she's a good swimmer!"
"No hanky-panky I hope!"
Dave blushed deeply again.
"Ha! Hardly! ... I mean... we had a fun time."
"Good!"
"So, are we okay now?" he wondered.
"Of course, Sweetheart!" she said as she kissed him.
But that evening when he tried to mount her, she rejected him again.
"Not tonight, babe! I just feel so bloated!" she explained as she rolled away.
"Yeah, I've got bloated parts myself!" Dave wanted to say to her.
He turned away in real pain. He wanted to put his fist through the wall... or his head. It was all starting to feel like one long pounding migraine in his nuts. Is this what he had to look forward to in parenthood? One long sexual endurance test? He got up and took a cold shower and then he went downstairs and turned on the TV. He couldn't be in the scent zone of Alma's pussy anymore without going mad. He drank several beers and then stood in the kitchen looking into the refrigerator blankly. He imagined himself having sex with two Eskimo women in an igloo, all of them lying together snugly under thick animal furs. He got so into the fantasy he jumped when he felt the hand of his mother-in-law touch him.
