My mother-in-law wears her nightgown in the morning. And I feel like each passing day I’m seeing more and more of her.

We’ve been staying at her place which sucks. But I’m grateful to have a place to go in between jobs.

She’s actually a really good grandmother. And a great mother-in-law. Though she is used to getting her way. I’ve never been attracted to her. But I do love her.

My wife and I haven’t been intimate in a while. Certainly not since we’ve been living here. So let’s just say I wake up in the middle of the night with a raging Boner.

So I’m thinking do I masturbate in bed? Do I masturbate in the bathroom? Should I just keep riding this out and not touch it?

So I get up one night. Just to go get something from the kitchen. If I’m up, I might as well be eating something sweet. Good advice always.

I immediately see my mother-in-law at the door of the fridge, her back turned to me. She doesn’t know I’m there. I don’t wanna scare her. And it takes me no time to notice. The light of the fridge is illuminating her figure underneath her nightgown.

Mommy‘s got curves.

She leans forward, deeper into the fridge. And I see the underside of an ample, ample, my friends.

This is where I came for my boner to go down, god damnit.

On cue, she turns around and seems surprised.

She immediately looks down at me in my boxer briefs. And her eyes dart back up to my eyes. It almost seemed like it was a second startle.

We awkwardly move around the kitchen in silence.

She apologizes for the kitchen being messy. I say it’s no problem. I make a joke about being a bad guest in her house.

And then it happens. I ask her where the garbage can is when her back is turned to me and she says it’s under the sink. So I walked toward her and ask “under here? “

I’m still walking around with a pretty sizable bulge. The fucking thing just won’t go down. But we are acting like it’s not there. I can’t help but occasionally steal a glance at her body.

Apparently, I’m looking in the wrong cupboard and it makes her back up quickly. Back up right into me. There’s no way she didn’t feel my hard cock up against her big fat ass.

It’s just two pieces of fabric between us. She bounced right off with a gap and immediately looked down at my bulge.

I’m sorry she says. I’m sorry I said, but she keeps looking at it mouth open.

“Sometimes I just get…“

For the first time ever, my mother-in-law is at a loss for words she just keeps staring.

I continue talking, but she’s slowly steps towards me. Reaches for my waistband. And slides one cold and wet hand into my shorts. Glides over my cock and starts stroking.

I’m shocked. I’m so fucking turned on. I never thought she would do it. Maybe I’m not so innocent. Was I asking for it? Was I begging for it?

I couldn’t tell you. Because now I’m reaching down and grabbing my mother-in-law‘s ass cheek.

She knows how to handle a cock . I wonder how long it’s been for her.

I almost forget who I am and who she is. I have an impulse to turn her around and Ben her over this kitchen counter.

But I have no idea how to handle this situation. So I’ll just let her keep stroking my cock as I get up the nerve to squeeze her tits.

Just as my hands are moving up her stomach, we hear a sound from upstairs. And immediately pull away. We don’t say a word we just go our separate ways.

That was yesterday. I haven’t seen her yet today. WTF.