Mother in-Law's Christmas Gift

It was the week following Christmas. My wife Rachael and I had been travelling to visit family over the holiday and were now back in town at the in-laws for celebration and dinner. Though my wife and I have been together for nearly 10 years, having met in college, this was our first Christmas as a married couple.

Rachael and I had returned late, getting into town around 10pm after a long drive. We quickly unpacked and relaxed in the living room, streaming a movie for a bit of entertainment after the mind-numbing drive. It would be tough to convince me otherwise, but we had only been away from home (and from sex) for a week - to me, it felt like a lifetime! I'm unashamed to admit that I have some level of an additction to sex, and have since puberty. Rachael and I have a healthy sex life, and tend to fuck two to three times a week... but I still always seem to find a way to piss her off by checking out every nice ass, body and pair of breasts which pass me by.

While watching the movie, I tried my best to flirt with an unamused Rachael.

"You know, it's a shame only couches get a great view of an ass like yours." I said. Pretty lame, but to the point.

Without batting an eye or even turning her head, Rachael replied "I'm too tired to fuck tonight. Just wait until we get home tomorrow after dinner." Rachael turned over slightly leaning on the arm of the couch, playfully giving me a great view of her ass.

She had figured me out, and in no less than my first attempt.

There was no point in pleading or trying harder; I knew I had aleeady lost.

For the next two hours of the movie, I tried my damnest not to grab Rachael's ass. Rachael was incredibly attractive and exactly my type. Short, only 5'2" and very petite. She has narrow shoulders, wide hips, incredible curves for someone so petite and a big round ass which has no business being on her tiny frame. Her tits are small but perky and well-shaped, and she has a pretty, though unassuming face. Wrap it all up in a perky yet slightly-bitchy package and she drives me wild. Pretty much all men, really.

After we dinished the movie and got ready for bed, I begrudgingly masturbated to a few videos of petite models getting dp'd - one of my favorite fantasies.

We woke up early next morning and shared a hot shower before getting ready for the day.

"My god. Do you ever not have an erection?" Rachael asked sarcastically.

"Well, its morning.... And you have an incredible ass" I replied.

"Well get rid of it or take care of it - no need to be showing off during dinner this afternoon." Rachael quipped.

After an uneventful drive, we arrived at the in-laws a few mins early. As we pulled into the driveway, I noticed Mike, Rachael's father, must have been out as his SUV was gone. Any time we visit, Katie (Rachael's mother) usually greets us at the door with hellos and hugs. Today, we let ourselves in after a few knocks. I took Rachael's coat and hung it up as she walked out to the main bath to use the toilet. I removed my coat, hung it up and turned around only to see Katie exiting the spare bath with wet hair and nothing but a bathrobe which hugged her form snugly.

"Hey, hi! Oh, I'm sorry I was running a bit late and thought I'd be out of the shower and changed before you arrived" Katie said.

I was fighting to make eye contact, but my eyes were fixed on her busty chest.

"It's no worry, Katie. The robe covers more than a tank top. Its basically loungewear anyway." I replied.

It wasnt. The robe was showing plenty of cleavage from her full breasts.

It was easy to see where Rachael got her attractiveness from. Katie, like Rachael, is also petite with killer curves. When I first met Katie, she was in her mid-forties and looked great. She had fairly perky breasts - maybe a large B or small C - they werent huge, but they looked great. Katie had fantastic curves and a large, perky round ass. Katie cleaned for a living, helping keep her big ass perky and fantastic legs toned. She had a bit of tummy pouch from her C section, which made her very self-conscious, but honestly was barely noticeable.

Now a decade later, Katie is every bit as attractive but in slightly different ways. Katie gained a little bit of weight, but in ways which somehow only compliment her beauty. Her breasts are now very large and full - certainly not as perky, but must be at least a large D if not DD. Her ass is even bigger and rounder, legs even more shapely, and her once skinny arms now have a bit more volume which looks more healthy than hefty. Katie's pouch is now a bit of a larger tummy, but far from unattractive. As you might have guessed, it has only caused more self-conscious feelings.

Katie leaned in for a hug. I'm usually a one-hand hugger, especially with Katie who is literally a full foot shorter than I. Today, I didnt want to pass up a full hug and the opportunity to feel a bit more through the thin bath robe. As we embraced, I pulled Katie in close with one hand in the small of her back and the other on the top of her ass. Low enough to know what I'm grabbing, but high enough to receive the benefit of the doubt.

When we finished the hug, Katie replied "that was nice."

I, for the first time, noticed that her hem length was pretty short and I was missing out seeing plenty of her beautiful legs. Katie must have caught my glance, instead thinking I had found her cleavage... She adjusted the bath robe just enough to cover her cleavage, briefly exposing a bit more in the process. I could not avoid but look as my eyes were tracking back to her face. "I better go get changed" Katie said with the slightest of smirks.

"Where is Rachael?" Katie asked as she began to walk away.

"The other bathroom, you know your daughter's relationship with coffee" I quipped as I tried to take plenty of mental images of Katie's ass as she walked away.

I sat on the couch and turned on the TV, waiting for Rachel to return. Instead, I was surprised to see Katie return from her room already changed. Her hair was still wet, up in a clip with just a few strands framing each side of her face. Katie was in a Christmas sweater, snug fitting in the chest yet baggy in the midsection, and just a few inches longer than her waist line. The sweater bagged up just above her ass. While Katie typically wears more comfortable supportive bras, today she must have been wearing a push-up bra because her breasts were noticeably both large and perky, even behind her sweater. From the waist down, Katie was wearing Christmas tree print leggings, snuggly forming to her toned thighs and calves. It was nearly impossible not to gawk as she walked towards me into the room.

Katie must have noticed my glances because her subtle smirk returned.

"Have you seen Mike's new diecast?" Katie aksed.

"No, I havent yet. Is it another Chrysler?" I asked sarcastically with a slight chuckle.

"I'm not sure, let me just grab it and show you." Katie turned around and for the first time I could see just how amazing her ass looked in the leggings. I couldnt tell if she was wearing a thong or no-show underwear, but the fact that I couldn't see any underwear lines was starting to make my mind stir. To my utter surprise, Katie locked her knees and bent straight over to reach the bottom shelf of the display. Her round ass and sexy legs were on full display. My shock was immediately replaced with lust, only to then be overshadowed by curiosity. With Katie's feet nearly shoulder-length apart, I could plainly a plump mound between her legs with the outline of... something. The fact that I now knew she was wearing some form of underwear (lingerie?) was driving me mad. I could feel my penis twitch basking in the sights which seemingly lasted minutes.

Katie stoop up quick, turned around, and proceeded to sit next to me on the couch. Her cheeks were slightly flush from bending over and she shared a sense of excitement as she shared the prize she retrieved from the shelf.

"What do you think, is this as hot of a model as Mike claims?" Katie scoffed humorously.

"You have no idea how hot..." I caught myself before I went too far. "...If you like models. I prefer the real thing."

"Really? I figured based on past conversations with Rachael that you preferred the latest model." Katie's tone remained the same, but I worried that her mention of Rachael was a subtle clue to boundaries.

"Well, I better put the 'model' back on the shelf before Mike returns and has a coniption." Katie said with a chuckle.

Was she beinging up Mike as another subtle boundary?

As she stood up, Katie placed her hand on my thigh, only inches away from a pretty personal area, and used my leg for leverage as she stood up.

"I guess I need a bit of help in my old age." Katie joked.

Katie was now 55, but looked like she was still a healthy early-forties. As she returned the car, I was disappointed to see that she stood ever so slightly to the side, providing me no show this time around. Katie ran off to the kitchen and I could hear Rachael finishing up in the background. I felt a small bit of guilt for flirting with Rachael's mom, but the rush quickly pushed the guilt away.

"My gosh, that was horrible." Rachael said as she sat down at the other end of the couch. "I think I'm getting sick or something, my stomach is upset and I'm a bit achey."

"Rest your eyes a bit before dinner and see if it will wear off" I replied.

A few mins later, Mike arrived. Mike opened the door carrying a case of Coors and a bottle of vodka. He set the bottle down, said hi and shook my hand, then went off to the kitchen (presumably to start drinking).

I could hear Katie greet Mike lovingly, only to receive little attention in return. Katie asked Mike: "Do you like my sweater? I love how it fits."

"It's a little tight" Mike replied. "I thought you wanted to wear baggier clothes?"

My heart sank for Katie. Katie is a loving, caring, sometimes overbearing but always well-intentioned person who did not deserve that type of treatment.

"Wow, thanks Mike. Don't expect to be seeing what's underneath it tonight. ESPECIALLY if you get drunk again."

Her retort made me smirk. "Go Katie" I thought.

I could hear a can crack open, ice scooped into a cup and what I can only imagine to be vodka and soda pouring into a glass.

About ten mins later, Katie called us to the formal living room to open presents. I woke up Rachael and we headed out to meet Katie and Mike. My suspicions were quickly confirmed - Mike was already glasmzed over, a dented empty can of beer on the table and a mostly drunk large mixed drink in his hand. Katie passed out presents and we all shared and opened our gifts.

Katie again was showing off her ass in tantalizingly flirty ways. Anytime Katie would grab a gift from in front of my view, she bent straight over reaching to the floor. She did not do the same in front of Mike or Rachael for that matter. Lucky for me, I was able to sneak wuite a few looks as Rachael was well-distracted by her gifts and Mike was too glazed over to notice.

"I have one more gift for you, but will have to share after dinner as I need to grab it from the car." Katie said.

"Thanks so much, Katie. I loved the gifts and I could really tell you genuinely put thought into each of them." I said.

Katie just smiled in return and briskly started making her way to the kitchen.

"John, I could use you help with something. Mind coming out to the kitchen?" Katie asked me.

I hopped up and followed, expecting little but hoping for a bit more flirty fun.

As I entered the kitchen, I noticed Katie was tying something over on the island.

"What's up? What can I help with?" I asked.

"Well, I thought it would be nice to hang some real mistletoe this year." Katie turned around with a small bunch of mistletoe, wrapped in red ribbon with a happy and cute look on her face. She handed me the mistletoe and a thumbtack and asked me to hang it above the opposite doorway.

"I'm so happy I have such a tall son in-law. Could you imagine me in my old age getting on a step ladder to hang that?" Katie asked.

This was the second time now Katie mentioned her "old age." Was she feeling self-conscious, or phishing for a compliment?

"Katie, you're not old. And you look about ten years younger than you actually are - stop talking crazy about yourself like that." I said in a supportive tone.

"Youre too sweet." Katie put her hands on my sides and gave me a lovey hug. "You might not be singing the same tune if you saw me without the makeup and what is underneath the hood of this older model."

I stood still for a second, surprised at how forward she was being. Turning around I said "how's it look, did I hang it right?"

"Well, it is upside down, but that doesnt matter much." Katie stood up on her tip toes and leaned in for a kiss. I started to turn my head for easier access to my cheek but she softly used her right hand to keep my face forward and kissed me on the lips with the slightest bit of a lip lock.

"Merry Christmas, John." Katie said.

"Merry.. Christmas" I stammered, caught off-guard like a school boy.

Katie walked over to the oven.

"Dinner is almost ready. Can you let Rachael and Mike know?" Katie asked.

"Sure thing." I walked back to the living room and let Rachael and her dad know they should make their way to the dining room table.

One-by-one, Katie began bringing in the dishes, followed by the rolls, butter tray, and a pitcher of lemon water. I couldnt help but notice how caring and thoughtful she was in preparing the dishes and providing us with a wonderful meal. I thought to myself "I wish Rachael showed this level of thoughtfullness. Not even cooking, just that she truly wanted to take care of others." I began to feel guilty, but the Katie's combination of flirtiness and motherly care was intoxicating and in stark contrast to Rachael's playfully bitchy young attitude.

The rest of the meal was nice. We didn't talk much, mostly just enjoyed the fantastic food.

"How are you feeling?" Katie asked Rachael.

"I don't know... my stomach is starting to ache again." Rachael replied with a soft tone.

"Well, finish up what you can and I'll give you a glass of probiotic tea which always helps me when I'm queasy." Katie comforted Rachael. "My poor baby, sick during our Christmas meal."

Not seconds after, Mike let out an unapologetic belch. Fourth Coors down. He got up from the table wirh his beer can and mostly empty plate and left for the kitchen. The three of us could hear him bumbling around along eith the unmistakable creak of the liquor cabinet door.

I glanced across the table to see Katie both embarrassed and disgusted by her husband. Rachael looked almost dissociated, as if she had seen this same scene thousands of times before.

"The meal was great, thank you so much Katie!" I tried my best to sound both genuine but also play up my excitement in hopes of making Katie feel a bit better.

"Yes mom, it was great." Rachael added.

"You know, thank you. It was pretty good - I even surprised myself a bit." Katie's face lit up followed by a few chuckles.

"Are both of you done? Can I grab your plates?" I asked sincerely.

"Yea... sorry I cant eat anymore." Rachael really was feeling terrible.

"Yes, but let me help you. You're the guest, you shouldnt be cleaning up. Especially not by yourself." Katie said earnestly.

We cleared rhe table and carried the dishes to the kitchen. I motioned foe Katie to go ahead, both out of respect and also to get another view of her big ass cheeks lifting and the tree print bouncing as she walked to the kitchen. I was not disappointed.

As we entered, Mike had just finished pouring another large glass of a cranberry vodka drink. There must have been at least three or four shots in that glass alone! With little attention to anything else, Mike left the room to the formal living room, presumably to drink and yell at the TV. What a great guy.

"With any luck, Mike will pass out sooner than later and then the three of us can enjoy visiting a while longer." Katie said in an oddly optimistic tone.

"Has this become the norm?" I thought to myself? Mike was always a drinker, but was at least moderately engaged... especially when you could tell he wanted sex. Tonight, Katie received no attention from him.

"OH, Rachael's tea!" Katie remembered sharply. "Hun, can you grab a mug from the top shelf of the second cabinet?"

There were plenty of within reach... odd that Katie needed one from the top shelf. I didn't question it much longer and just rached up as high as I could, barely grabbing a mug handle. My shirt had surely lifted, showing off my lower back, ass and my boxers. This morning of all days, Rachael was horny and asked that I wear black mesh tight-fitting boxers... When I turned around, Katie's eyes were clearly locked at the height of my ass, lips parted slightly and eyes wide behind her sleek glasses.

Had she noticed the boxers before and wanted another look, or did she just receive her biggest surprise of the night - her son in-law in male lingerie? Either way, I was a bit turned on by her reaction, surely making my bulge a bit larger for her view.

"One mug from the top shelf" I said as I handed Katie the mug.

"Right, thank you very much my tall son in-law" Katie snapped back to and continued making the tea. I noticed Katie poured in a small tube of powder along with the tea. Sweetener? Or maybe this was the probiotic? As Katie left to deliver the tea to Rachael, I pulled the box from the cabinet to take a look.

"All-natural muscle relaxer and pain relief." This must be the real secret to the tea's effectiveness - nothing like feeling loose and relaxed when you otherwise just want to curl up into a ball. "Side effects: drowsiness and inpaired motor function. In extreme cases, slurred speech and inability to drive or operate motor vehicles may occurr." Wow, this is going to do a number on Rachael. At just over five foot, she can barely take a dose of allergy medication without passing out.

The three of us retired to the family room, the room we first entered into and which I saw Katie in her bath robe. The scene rushed back to my mind and I couldn't help but feel my penis twitch slightly.

Katie put on her favorite Christmas movie, one where the main character teams up with two other girls, all of whom believed they were in a monogomous relationship with the main character's husband. While funny, definitely a bit of a drag during the Christmas season. Come to think of it, there was barely any mention of the holidays in the movie. Huh.

Within only a few minutes, Rachael was out cold. I tried waking her to suggest that we should maybe head home given how she is feeling, but she was too asleep to respond. The tea really did a number on her.

"Why don't you carry Rachael to her old bedroom to sleep off the tummy issues and tea?" Katie suggested.

"Sure thing." I walked over to Rachael and picked her up. "Argh.. Ughh." I've picked up Rachael hundreds of times and toss her around when we have sex, but completely asleep her 110lbs might as well been 200lbs.

"What's wrong, can't lift her?" Katie wuipped. "I thought a tall, strong man liek you could certainly even carry someone even 140lbs like me."

"That was an oddly detailed joke." I thought to myself.

"Squeeze those tight butt cheeks of yours and lift." Katie joked again.

I looked over to notice Katie's water must have replaced with a cranberry vodka not long ago. The liquid courage certainly explains the forward jokes.

As I carried Rachael to her room, I tried to think back to past family parties and events. Katie really didnt drink much. Maybe a glass of wine over the course of a few hours. Certainly not liquor. I was puzzled.

When I returned to the family room, I was not prepared for what I saw. The chairs were filled with extra pillows and Katie was sitting in the L-shaped sectional, in the corner with one leg extended, knee bent in the middle. Her other leg was hanging down, foot touching the floor. Her socks were gone and the top two buttons of her sweater open revealing the most amazing, full cleavage I have ever seen, let alone someone in her mid-fifties. Katie was sipping her vidka cranberry out of the corner of her mouth.