Surrender to My Mother-in-Law: Toys and Relentless Ecstasy

I stirred from an afternoon doze in our quiet suburban home, catching the low hum of my mother-in-law’s voice as she chatted with her old friend, Diane, in the living room. Their words drifted through the open window, and I couldn’t help but listen. She was saying:
The kids are so good to me, honestly. I know I’m in the way here, but with my savings gone, where else can I turn? Some days, it gets to me – like when I hear them in their bedroom, lost in each other. The passion in their lovemaking is so intense, it stirs something in me, makes me ache to join them. My daughter, Lila, must be in bliss, judging by the way her moans spill out, barely hushed so I won’t notice. And if that weren’t enough to set me on edge, something happened that I need to share – but Diane, please, this stays between us.

About ten days ago, I caught my son-in-law, Caleb, stark naked. He’d left the laundry room door ajar after a shower, and there he was, towel in hand. Let me tell you, his cock was striking – long, thick, even soft. The sight of it burned into me, and now I dream of it filling me, night after night. I envy Lila so much. That day, I was so overwhelmed I had to slip away and pleasure myself for ages to calm the fire in me.

Oh, Nancy, I can only imagine the torment of seeing that and not being able to touch it, to explore it.

I feel guilty even saying it, but sometimes I want to beg Caleb to take me like he takes Lila. Just once, to relive that rush, that raw joy of sex.

Why not try? Flirt a little. If you’re careful, Lila won’t know.

You’re right, but I’m terrified. She’s my daughter – it’s wrong, and my conscience gnaws at me. What if he turns me down and tells her? It’d tear everything apart.

Don’t be foolish. Men are rarely shy about these things, and you’re still a catch, Nancy. You’ve kept yourself in shape – it’d be a pity not to let yourself feel alive again.

Maybe. If the moment feels right, I might take the plunge. You can’t imagine how much I crave him since that glimpse. It’s in my dreams, every single night.

This conversation unfolded in our home, where Nancy, my mother-in-law, had moved in after her divorce left her broke. With no kids of our own, we had the space, though I’d hesitated before agreeing. At 55, she was striking – always meticulous about her appearance, with a figure that, as Diane suggested, could still turn heads.
I waited a bit before stepping out to say hello, acting oblivious. I did catch Diane’s not-so-subtle glance at my jeans, her eyes lingering with curiosity.
Days later, Nancy’s words still echoed in my mind, shifting how I saw her. I’d always noted her beauty for her age, but I’d never considered her sexually – until now. Her confession lit a spark of desire, and I resolved to act on it. The opportunity came when Lila, a veterinarian, left for a three-week conference out of state.
I didn’t wait long. The first night alone, I planned my approach. After a light dinner and some idle TV, we retreated to our rooms. I gave it a few minutes, assuming Nancy was settling in, and, stroking myself to full arousal, I slipped into her bedroom.
Nancy, I think I overdid it at the gym today – my back’s killing me, – I said, easing onto the bed beside her, my bulge evident through my shorts.

That’s strange. You didn’t mention it earlier, – she said, her gaze flicking to my crotch, where my cock strained against the fabric.

Mind if I rest here a bit? Maybe a quick rub would help, – I said, keeping my tone casual.

You sure? Or is it Lila’s hands you’re missing? – she teased, her eyes still locked on me.

Yours would do just fine, – I said, guiding her hand to my lower back, encouraging her to knead the muscle.

If it doesn’t ease up, I can get you some liniment, – she offered, but her focus remained on my erection, now impossible to ignore.

I didn’t let her derail me. I slid closer, pressing my thigh against hers, letting her feel the heat of my arousal through the thin fabric.
Caleb, what’s this about? – she asked, her voice wavering.

Just feeling close to you. It’s soothing, – I said, pulling her gently against me, my cock brushing her hip.

Are you out of your mind? – she whispered, but there was no real protest in her tone.

Not at all, – I said, my hand grazing her breast, thumb circling her nipple through her nightgown.

Stop, please – what are you doing? – she said, but her body leaned into my touch.

I’m feeling you, Nancy. I’m worked up, – I said, taking her hand and placing it on my cock, letting her feel its weight.

This is too much. I’m your mother-in-law, – she said, but her fingers curled around me, hesitant yet curious.

No games, Nancy. I heard you talking to Diane – how you’ve been dreaming about this. I’m here to make it real, – I said, my voice low, certain.

You eavesdropped? And now you’re using it against me? – she said, but her grip tightened.

I’m not using anything. I’m giving us what we both want. Let’s make tonight unforgettable, – I said, sliding her nightgown up her thighs, my fingers brushing her panties, finding them already damp.