My Mother-In-Law Our Slut
About two weeks ago I came home to find my wife and her mother seated at the kitchen table talking to each other. This was maybe the 4th or 5th time my Mother-In-Law had been to our house in the five years we had been married. My Mother-In-Law, Carolyn, had been widowed about 10 years ago. I am not sure how old she is, somewhere in her mid to late 50’s. From what Vickie had told me, her Mother was pretty wild in her younger days but had really calmed down since her Fathers death. For all of the time I had know Carolyn, she had lived in an apartment building a couple of miles from us. We went over to her place about once a month. It seemed that every time we were over Carolyn was sitting at the table looking out the window; she was usually dressed only in a nightgown, and mostly complained about her neighbors. In the winter she would wear heavy flannel gowns but in the summer they were lightweight satin or cotton. Several times, when she walked between me and a light or the window I got a good look at everything she had. She was not what you would call sexy, but did have nice large breasts.
Anyway back to the story. When I walked into the kitchen Carolyn smiled and said hi. I nodded and grabbed a beer from the fridge. I opened it and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. I opened the beer, took a couple of swigs, took off my clothes and stepped into the shower. In a couple of minuets the door to the shower opened, Vickie stepped inside with me and started to wash my back. This kind of surprised me as she did not do this often and I knew her mother was still here. Vickie scrubbed my back, then reached around and started to fondle my cock.
I said, “You better not start something that you are not willing to finish” figuring that would be the end of it. Instead she turned me around, squatted down and started sucking me. Knowing her mother was in the other room helped to excite me and I did not last long, shooting spurt after spurt of cum down her throat. To Vickie’s credit she did not miss a drop, swallowing all I had to offer.
As we got out of the shower I ask what had brought that on.
Vickie looked at me with those big beautiful eyes and said; “Mom has a problem”.
“What kind of a problem and what does that have to do with us?”
“Her apartment building just sold and the new landlord is doubling the rent.” I still do not see how that is our problem, I replied.
“The rent would be more than Mom’s SSI check, she is just barely able to make ends meet now. She will have come up with the new rent amount or move by Monday. She has asked if she could stay here in our extra room until she finds something else. She said she would pay us what she is now paying for rent and will help out with whatever needs done around the house. Can she stay?”
I suppose, but just until she can find something else. We will talk about it later. This is going to cost you, you know that don’t you.
“Mom is frying chicken while I came to talk to you.” “Get dressed while I go check on her.” Came the reply, as Vickie slipped her shorts and T-Shirt back on and headed back to the kitchen.
I put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and headed back to the kitchen. As we ate Carolyn thanked me for letting her say. She said, “I will pay you what I was paying for rent and will do what ever you tell me needs done around the house. The rest of the time you will not know I am here. You can do whatever you like with out me butting in.”
