Mother-in-Law Panties

This is the first of a series of stories about my mother-in-law.

So I'm just the average Joe. But I married into a wealthy family...both in money and in looks. My wife is the eldest of five kids, two of whom are budding and beautiful women. Now I don't want to take away from the kids (of whom I will have another series of stories about) but the most gorgeous and beautiful of them all is their mother.

Her name is Angie. She turns 51 this year but does not look an age over 30. I still fantasize about the fist time I met her 15 years ago. She would be 36 and I would be 18. Perfect timing, if I would say so myself but that's for (yet) another story. Angie is 5'7" tall with a very fair complexion. A size 6 with 36C breasts that are to die for. They've slightly drooped down with age but are true fun bags in bed. But her best asset is her perfectly proportioned peach-shaped hips. Doing her from behind is such a pleasure as her bottom naturally opens up giving you a very welcoming sight and (truly) easy access to all her fucking glory.

Now let me fast-forward to the birth of my daughter and the first time all this raging fantasy and pent up sex exploded (pun intended) and became a reality.

When I first found out that Angie was coming to visit so that she could help out my wife through the first months of birth I was totally ecstatic. We lived in a 2-bedroom / 2-bath townhouse and that would mean the first time that I would be under the same roof (at night) with Angie. At that time I had no plans whatsoever. I just wanted to see her again (after living in another state after getting married) and she did not disappoint. When I picked her up from the airport she wore a simple tight fitting shirt with really hip-hugging jeans. I almost got a semi-hard on just by seeing her. But when the customary hugs-and-kisses came about I made it a point to slowly slide my hands and palms over her love handles in a more caressing manner while my other hand made it to her bra clips so I can leverage her into me to feel her breasts meet my chest. God! I was in heaven. (Kinda hard - another pun, though, as my wife was in the back seat with my daughter.)

So the rest of the trip was uneventful and as we arrived at our place we just helped them unpack. But with me and my panty fetish I was eagerly awaiting her to "freshen" herself up as that meant changing her soiled underwear after 12-hours worth of travel cross-country. God knows how fragrant the panty gusset would be and I was already imagining the mixture of crusty pussy juice and musky sweet odor. I simply cannot wait.

That's why when she stepped out in a ladies duster dress my mind when into dual-overdrive. Now I forgot to tell you how my mother-in-law is not tall but she has very long legs which makes her look really seductive walking down any aisle and accentuates her slender figure. Thoughts raced into my mind as to whether she was wearing anything underneath as I am sure that she's already bra-less, noticing her pencil eraser sized nipples that I felt were so relieved to be out of those restraining bras for hours on end.

So this is where I made my move. Knowing the baby is taking her afternoon nap for a good two hours I coerced my wife to take her mom to the grocery for supplies and toiletries. This should give me enough time to rifle through her wardrobe and, of course, her inviting panties that lay down on the bathroom hamper. So off they went and as soon as the garage door closed my hard on sprang to life.

I proceeded into her bedroom and gently checked out her panty collection, being extra careful as to not disturb the order that she would recognize. And just as I suspected all these years, she was a prude. Another thing I haven't mentioned about my mother-in-law was that she's very religious. She goes to church. Hears confessions and does about anything a God-fearing person would do. So this is why when I started combing through her panty collection of string bikinis, high-cut briefs and satin-lacy thongs I started to gently rub each gusset onto my throbbing penis and leaving just a slight cum stain that should be almost unnoticable. This was almost too exciting for me already as it would mean my semen would now come into contact with her beautiful pussy.

Now I had to rush to the bathroom for my "happy ending". (I called my wife first to check how much longer they'd be out so I can live out my fantasy as long as I comfortably can.) But there it lay. My mother-in-law's panties. A pink string bikini with the front and rear fabrics slightly rolled up, indicating a hurried manner by which it was removed. As I unwound the pink material the crust goodness unfloded in front of my eyes and immediately into my nose. I gently placed it on my nose and took a hefty breath to capture its aroma. Again, I was in heaven. By this time my penis is in my hand while I held her bikini onto my nose.

Each stain had a different scent and story to tell. Fabrics close to the clitoris had a pungent scent of urine, obviously from the many hours of travel. The next inch smelled so sweet, which led me to believe he had some pineapple or sweet berries for dessert. And as I inched closer to the rear the muskiness indicated how she must have been turned on the entire trip as it was layer-upon-layer of crusty and creamy muskiness.

My hands are now beating heavily only penis. I knew that it would just be a matter of minutes before my happy ending was had. So I folded the pink bikini in such a way that the gusset was fully exposed. I stuck my tongue out, lay it flat on it and started sucking my mother-in-law's sweet pussy nectar. Wave after wave of semen, six weeks worth, splashed out that pooled over the bathroom floor. I was finally in heaven!