I'm planning on this being a series of short stories detailing interactions I've actually enjoyed with my mother-in-law over the 20 years that I've known her. We still play a little bit today but each of these chapters have been an experience I've thoroughly enjoyed and cum thinking about over and over.
My name is Brian. For most of my life, I've always been turned on by women's legs. Stockings, nylons, garter-belts and high heels have always made my cock rock hard. For years my desires were fed by movies, magazines, and porn sites. My head has always turned for an attractive older woman in a bar or even at a grocery store. Looking to catch a peek and determine if she was wearing thigh highs or pantyhose. I got married in 2001 at the age of 26, and my wife would occasionally wear them for me but thought my fetish was pretty ridiculous. It was around this time that I noticed my mother-in-law, Diane, wore stockings almost every day.
Let me describe her for you. They say a woman grows up to look like her mother and if that's the case, I was in for a treat. Diane was curvy, not thick but not rail thin either. She had a pretty dark complexion from trips to the tanning bed or laying out by a pool. Her eyes were very seductive and her lips looked like you could kiss them for hours. Perhaps by design, but she always dressed in a way to show off her large breasts and firm sexy legs.
I never really looked at her in this light until we had our first child a year after we were married. Diane came to stay with us and help my wife take care of our newborn son since I had to go back to work. She stayed in the bedroom for over a month and I took every opportunity I had to look through her lingerie and run her silky smooth nylons and underwear along my cock. I remember following her up the stairs one night, stopping myself from running my hands up the backs of her legs while wondering if those were the same nude stockings my cock was inside earlier that week.
While I really wanted to take action on these feelings during this time, nothing eventful happened with my mother-in-law. I often look at this as a "missed opportunity" but also chalk this up to the beginnings of my feelings for this woman and the need for me to feel her legs wrapped around me with my cock buried deep inside her.
The first opportunity I got to make this a reality was several years down the road. Our son was old enough to stay with a babysitter and we were going to spend the weekend partying at a Ski Carnival about an hour away. Being an annual event, the whole family was meeting up there and secretly I was very excited about seeing Diane and the outfits I'd get to see her in. I have never been skiing but to set the stage, this was more about the party. Skiing was an hour or so activity in the middle of the day but most of the fun was at the lodge. Girls wearing sexy outfits, live music, tons of alcohol and always some dirty dancing.
I spent most of the day with a beverage in hand and hanging out on the back deck watching the skiers flying down the hill. There were some talented people but most were just out having fun until the real party started. By this time, I was feeling pretty buzzed and lit up when I saw my mother-in-law walking towards me and the bar. I won't pretend she was in some super sexy outfit but it was funny seeing her walking in ski boots and bundled up to her scarf and ski goggles on top of her head.
"Brian" she called out to me. "I need your help!". Turns out the bartender still required ID and she wasn't able to get another drink without showing her driver's license. Gloves and arms in the air, she asked me to fish her ID out of her pocket. To this day, I blame the alcohol but I'm not sure what came over me. My hands went straight into her side pockets first. Feeling her hips and curves of her body more than looking for any form of ID. "Up here, in this pocket" she pointed. I slid my hand inside her chest pocket, immediately feeling the card she was looking for. Instead of pulling it out, I took the opportunity to grope my mother-in-laws breast through her jacket and sweater. In an effort to be as "helpful" as possible, my other hand slid around her back into her back pocket so I could feel her ass as well.
Here I was, groping Diane right out in public. One hand on her ass, the other squeezing as much of her breast as I could. Instead of getting smacked though, I looked right at her. Eyes closed and a little smile on her face as she bit her lip ever so slightly. Realizing the truth of what I was doing, along with where I was doing it, I quickly pulled the ID out of her pocket and handed it to her. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek then turned and walked back inside to the bar. Not before giving me a brief look back and naughty smile.