I'm a married man in my thirties, with a dark secret. I am very very hot on literotica. Particularly all those taboo pages. I'm an intelligent guy, but with a darker side to my sexuality which I've had the opportunity to explore in one or two no-strings relationships; but the thing is there is a wonderful woman who I'm desperate for, who is the only person I know who can really give my mind the perverted kick it needs.
That woman is my sweet, pretty, older mother-in-law. She's a very prim, petite lady - although her hips are now filling out a lot (she is in her early sixties). Divorced 30 years ago, I know she's not had sex for all that time. I also know she is a tactile, sensitive, highly arousable woman. She has short brown hair, thin lips, the thin lips of a horny woman as Roald Dahl once put it, and a very juicy arse. And I'm afraid that since early in my marriage I've had regular hardcore fantasies about fucking her.
The thing is that until last week we were just good friends, so to speak. I am proud to be one of the closest men in her life. I also know that if we are ever alone, I can often easily sneak a bit of a cuddle and maybe even a kiss from her. Nothing inappropriate... except that a few times I've allowed the big hard boner in my trousers to brush against her thigh... and once or twice the little peck on the lips has become more juicy, more fulsome. And the flush on her neck afterwards betrayed something too.
The trouble is that this lady is brought up Catholic and intends to remain that way. Until I corrupted her, that is.
She's Sue, and I'm Nick, by the way.
Two weeks ago I was home alone and expecting her to drop by on her way past with some shopping. She rang the doorbell. I was rock hard, wearing some nice jeans and an open necked shirt. She came in and I grabbed her and gave her a big, full-on cuddle. I know she felt my cock because she lingered more than she should and then pulled away saying:
'my, what a lovely man you are'. I asked her in for tea and we sat close to each other on the sofa.
She would hate to talk about what we might do, I knew, and even if I succeeded in seducing her she would still not really want to talk much until the seduction was complete. So I did as I sometimes have in the past:
I slipped my fingers softly over her thigh and found her hand, which I stroked sensitively and gently. Whispering sweet nothings to her all the time (it's lovely of you to call by, thanks for your help, you are such a sweet person, I do appreciate you), I slipped my other hand around her back and stroked her neck.
Then suddenly I plunged for her and my mouth sought hers and kissed her fiercely.
For a moment or two I knew I had her, because she kissed back deeply. Then she pulled away and, knowing how my lust was raging, she looked at me, shocked and blushing.
'We can't, we can't' she muttered angrily. I was still holding her neck, though, and as my right hand slipped up her thigh to her hot little crotch, she groaned and came back for more. Oh God, I wanted her bad.
