Marie and I have been married for 8 years. We met in college, during senior year. That final semester we fucked like bunnies, in between classes and extracurriculars. I had dated a few girls in my college years, but Marie was a woman. She was so confident and smart. Plus she had a great rack (I loved when she got on top and they were swinging in my face!) and killer legs. She also had a great full bush that I loved to eat. We got married soon after graduating, and after a few years of bouncing around we finally settled down, moved back to Marie's hometown, bought a house and had kids. And our sex life dialed down to sex once or twice a month. No more blowjobs or pussy eating, just quiet missionary as to not wake the kids. I can't say it was all her fault either, because my libido, too, was affected by long hours at work and taking care of the kids.
Janet is Marie's mom. She's a very classy woman, with upscale tastes, but still manages to be down to earth. She welcomed me into the family back in Marie's hometown. She's very polite and generous and caring, but she's not exactly what you'd call warm. But god is she beautiful. At age 56, her body has got more of a pair shape and her legs are bit thick, even though she's kept in good shape with yoga. Her face is a thing of beauty, with amazing blue eyes and gorgeous smile. She's not some overdone, desperate housewife. She doesn't (need to) wear much makeup. The first time I saw photos of her in her twenties, I was stunned. It was almost like love at first sight, for this girl 30 years ago. She was somewhat of a badass back then, or so I heard. A wild child of the 70s. Doing drugs, dating bikers and drug dealers. You would never expect it looking at her now, a charming suburban grandmother.
I wanted to fuck her for sure, but like I said, I never got a warm vibe from her. So I just filed it away as a fantasy, something I'd jerk off to from time to time, but would never actually happen. I kept my relationship with her very polite, never wanting to indicate that I wanted to fuck her bad. In fact, in order to not be suspicious, I went out of my way to not interact with her much, and so we never really developed a relationship. Which is what makes what happened next all the more surprising.
Marie's best friend, who lived in California, was pregnant with her first child and they were going to have a baby shower in the fall. We talked about making a family trip of it, but in the end, we decided it'd be easier if she just went for the weekend, and I stayed home with the kids. Summer came and went, and before you know it, Marie was packing for her trip. On our way to the airport, she told me that she arranged for Janet to come by the next two evenings, to help the kids with their nighttime routine and put them to bed. I nearly sprung a boner right there. Why? Because I knew that Janet's husband was away for business that very same weekend. A lightbulb went off in my head. This was my chance to fuck my mother in law. I needed to figure out how to make this happen. Me and the kids said goodbye and sent Marie off on her flight. I took the kids out for some lunch and ice cream, and we came home for nap time. While the kids slept, I sat down to gather my thoughts. Here's what I was going to do: get her drunk. It was the only way. Janet LOVES wine. She can down a whole bottle by herself. I got a couple bottles of white wine out of the cabinet and put them in the fridge for later.
The kids got up from their nap, and we played outside until 5pm, when Janet showed up, prompt as ever. We exchanged pleasantries and some small talk, and she offered to watch the kids until bedtime if I wanted to go out and run some errands or just get some quiet time to myself. I took her up on the offer and relaxed on the couch for a couple hours. 7 o'clock came around, time for the kids to go to bed. Marie and I usually split up the bed time duties: she rocks and bathes the baby, I read a book to the three year old. Janet took Marie's job putting the baby to bed and I put the toddler to bed. By 7:45 the kids were asleep and Janet and I found ourselves downstairs in the living room. She started to put on her jacket and grab her things. I knew this was my chance but I was freezing up. I finally said at the last moment, "Janet, do you want to stick around for dinner? I can order some take out."
