It was the holiday season and I always had a hard time
finding a gift for my wife. So I decided to ask her
mother if she had any ideas that might help me. She
took it one step better and offered to go shopping with
me one evening after she got off of work. I thought
this was a great idea so I agreed.
She was a good looking woman about 45 at the time, nice
tits, dark hair, slim and about 5′ 2″. I had thought
for along time that she was attracted to me by the way
she sometimes dressed if she knew I was coming over and
by some of the comments she would make. She would
occasionally go braless so I already had a good idea
what her tits looked like.
The evening starts off with a slight clue of what was
in store for me. She answered the door wearing her bath
robe explaining that she was running a little late and
that she would only be a few minutes. I sat in the
living room as I waited. As I glanced around the room I
realized that I had a perfect view of her bedroom door
down the hall and noticed that it was about halfway
open. I decided to quietly walk down the hall to
improve my view. I was at the threshold of the bedroom
when I stepped on a squeaky board in the old wooden
floor. I thought I was so busted.
“Is that you Mike?” she said from the bedroom.
“Uh yes… I was just looking at some of the pictures
in your hallway.”
To which she replied “Good, I could use your help.”
I stepped into the room to find her only in her bra and
panties. She asked me if I could help her hook her bra.
Now stupid I’m not. I know any woman can hook her own
bra but I was not going to turn down this opportunity.
So I honored her request, she thanked me and told me I
need not leave the room since I had already seen her in
her bra and panties. So I sat on the bed and watched
her finish getting ready. All this activity resulted in
me growing quite the bulge in my pants of which she did
Soon we were off to the mall I was determined to make
the shopping part of the evening a quick hit and I did.
With gifts bought we headed out to my car in the
parking structure she began to complain about her sex
life and that her husband (2nd marriage) just couldn’t
meet her needs. She said that maybe she should just
hire a gigolo. To which I replied, “No need for that
I’ll be your gigolo.”
She giggled said that was so sweet and kissed me on the
cheek. She must have used a mall bathroom visit to
remove her panties because as she got into the car she
made sure to slid up her skirt and give me a long and
clear view of her clean shaven pussy.
Once in the car we decided that we were hungry so we
headed off to a Mexican restaurant. I asked for a quiet
booth, we were escorted off into a dark corner. We both
ordered margaritas and downed them right away We
ordered another round with our meals. She had slipped
off her shoes and began rubbing her naked feet on my
At this point I felt pretty sure that I would get no
resistance to any advances. Boy was I right I leaned
over to give her a kiss, to which she responded by
slipping her tongue into my mouth and reaching for my
groin. Wow this was so cool all I could think about was
how far will tonight go. After our meal and 3
margaritas each we headed out to my car. I opened the
door for her and got another intentional beaver shot.
Our eyes met then mine went back to her pussy and she
lifted her skirt even higher as she swung her legs into
the car. I climbed into my side and leaned over to kiss
her and it was on! We kissed for a while then I
unhooked that bra that I had hooked earlier. I caressed
her breasts with admiration which she seemed to
appreciate very much. My hand soon found its way down
to her pussy.
My mother-in-law was really turned on at this point she
had the wettest pussy I had ever felt. I massaged her
clit with her pussy juice for about 15 minutes until
she had an orgasm right there in my front seat. We put
ourselves back together and made our way home.
As I dropped her off I noticed her husband’s car was in
the driveway. I walked her up to the door she kissed me
once more and I reached for her still sopping wet pussy
one last time for the night. As she stepped into the
house she thanked me for an unforgettable evening and
loudly suggested (so her husband could here) I come
over tomorrow for some household chores she needs done.
“Not a problem, not a problem at all,” I replied.