Most coveted: caring mother-in-law, impending lover

I always found it funny when my friends commented that they had a crush on their mothers-in-law, because I'd never felt anything for mine; Madame Ivonne (as she liked to be called) was not a woman of great physical attributes and wasn't very attractive either. On the other hand, she was sympathetic, receptive and always smiling, qualities which made her an agreeable person. It never occurred to me to fuck my wife's mother..., ever ..., until one day... My wife had to be hospitalized for a delicate surgery and was in convalescence at the hospital for almost one week; Mrs. Ivonete, always helpful, came to my home and took care of everything from washing clothes to preparing meals; during this period I regularly visited my wife in the hospital and then returned home to find my smiling mother-in-law with her meal ready. While we were having dinner I would tell her how your daughter's recovery is going which made her feel more relaxed. One night, near the end of my wife's hospitalization period, I came home and found my mother-in-law desperate; when I asked her what was troubling her she told me that she needed to go to her house because a neighbor had phoned her warning that her pet kitten was wandering around on the street as if lost. Immediately, I offered to take her back to his house so that she could attend to the stray animal; at first Madame Yvonne resisted stating that she would be able to return by taxi the next day with great difficulty; but my insistence overwhelmed her. On the way she complained about her husband, my father-in-law whom she called "traste", saying that he could not take care of a cat and was no good even as a man; this remark aroused in me curiosity because I perceived a different connotation to its meaning. Already at home Mrs. Ivonne made me go out hunting for the damned cat which gave an infernal job! At last I succeeded in grabbing the scoundrel and bringing him inside the house. Madame Yvonne fed him and left rations for a few more days; she cleaned out the sandbox and said we could return; she was sorry that dinner prepared by her for me had been lost on account of this unforeseen circumstance; I reassured her saying I would eat it anyway; on my way back, I couldn't resist asking her about the reasons for her discontent with my father-in-law. "If you weren't such a pain in the ass when you were young, now you are", she said angrily. - You mean he's not here? I asked again, poking the bitch. "Nothing, it's a soft paint", she replied with sarcasm. - How do you manage, or is it really dry? <unk> I insisted on knowing because my role was getting harder. - Of course not, my son! <unk> she replied in a naughty tone <unk> What are the fingers for? Immediately, we both burst into laughter; hers of fun and mine of excitement! Suddenly a torrential rain fell making the journey even more complicated; I told her that it would be better for us to stop in a safe place and wait until this storm passes; Mrs. Ivonne agreed and I ended up parking on a square at the top of the neighbourhood, turning off my car and waiting for the end of the rains; for an instant I looked at my mother-in-law and felt a crazy excitement. -Ivonette, I want to tell you something. -But of course you can, my dear <unk> she replied kindly <unk> What do you want to talk about? - All this talk about sex, it gave me a fucking hard-on! Yvonne rolled her eyes and fell silent; for a moment I thought that she had made an enormous mistake! My mother-in-law exhibited an expression of enigmatic surprise which I was unable to interpret. "Did you really, my beautiful?" she asked still in a hesitant tone. I'm almost bursting at the seams! <unk> I answered, unzipping my pants and exposing myself to her. "What a fat fuck!" she said with an anxious tone. When I caught myself, Yvonne was holding my roll tightly and punching me lightly with a greedy look on her face. After feeling the size of my crotch, my mother-in-law untied her seat belt, leaned toward me until she could reach the rosary in her mouth; began to lick it slowly and then licked it like an apple pie before finally opening up the roll and sucking as if hungry. Yvonne suckled so well that I was enraptured; in fact, I confess she sucked even better than her daughter who did not appreciate this sexual variation very much. As the weather warmed up inside my car, the rain outside lost its intensity leaving me with ideas. At one point I held Ivonne's head forcing her to look at me and looked deep into her eyes realizing that it was time to take advantage of our luck. -Let's go to a motel. I said in an anxious tone, "Come on! Yvonne smiled and nodded her head in agreement with my proposal; I started the car even though my trousers were down, so it didn't take me more than about fifteen minutes to find a motel nearby. It wasn't much of an affair at all, but our hard-on served its purpose well. I had hardly parked my car in the suite's garage, and Ivonne pulled me by tucking her tongue into my mouth; we kissed a lot while I patted her breasts on top of her racing shirt. I sucked those beaks so hard that Ivonne began to groan, stroking my head and asking for more; I took a few bites in them feeling the impudence of opening up my trousers letting it slip and punching me with force. After licking myself on my mother-in-law's breasts I held her hand which was over my cock and said we had to go into the suite. We undressed in madness and Yvonne pushed me up onto the bed, coming over to my side and falling face down on a roll she was suckling non-stop; I wanted more than that and made moves for us to change positions so as to allow me to enjoy the taste of her bouquet. As I had said, my mother-in-law did not possess a spectacular body or exuberant forms but for some reason unknown to this day is capable of driving a male crazy. Lambi and I sucked a lot that bucket covered by a thin layer of hair and squeezed her clitoris between my lips causing a mockery that made her tremble and emit hysterical screams; eager to feel it a little more, I climbed on his body asking him to drive my pussy in the direction of your vagina; Yvonne complied with my request and such was its state of lubrication that my stick slipped into it, wrapping itself perfectly. I punished that mature pussy, always hitting it with great force provoking a succession of orgasms so intense that my mother-in-law's body seemed to convulse dominated by the male desire; we stopped only when I realized my enjoyment was coming and asked if she could enjoy herself. "Enjoy, enjoy you son of a bitch fill your mother-in-law with fucking!" she shouted in an insane tone. I resumed the blows until involuntarily contracted and seized by a spasm reached my climax, with amusement exploding inside my mother-in-law; poured out the load of semen in nervous jets that caused my body to shake disorderly; when finished, found out about it; both had difficulty breathing and our bodies were a mixture of sweat, bodily fluids and saliva. After a few minutes, we were lying next to each other looking at the mirrored ceiling. "You're really crazy aren't you? Crazy enough to fuck your mother-in-law? How can you?" asked Ivonete in an awkward tone of voice. I looked at her and did not answer at first but merely smiled with a naughty little smile. From that day onwards my mother-In-Law became my mistress. Whenever possible we would look for shelter so as to have sex until she could no longer do it anymore. My wife never even suspected that her mother was my whore in bed doing everything else...until the day when Dona Ivonne passed away. After that I couldn't get the same pleasure she gave me...I didn't look for other women, because I knew there was no one like Ivonne.