I finally ate my mother-in-law Goiana

I'm a relatively large guy, six foot two, a hundred pounds of muscle, and I'm 32 years old. Today's story is about my ex-mother-in-law. See, I was married to a tiny 26-year-old girl, but she wasn't a big fan of sex. The problem is that she was always very reactive, I always had to direct everything, cheer her up and wait for her to get wet... which after a while, was even annoying, I didn't have fun... I did everything to amuse her so that if she was lucky, I could win a few seconds of kisses. My ex-girlfriend had a big, beautiful (but forget it, because I wouldn't let go), fair skin, about 54 years old, beautiful breasts that reminded me of papaya, smooth hair but sometimes she complained about my size, and sometimes she said that she felt "ripped" by me, no matter how careful I was. She had a mae, that model of mae, housewife, fat and rich. Her skin was fair and black hair. Clearly, being a housewife devoted to her husband, she must have had little or no sex. Her husband was annoying, one of those who looks a degree of po in the chao, he tells her to clean and she goes there all happy and clean but complains about him behind his back. I saw there that she had something, that aroused my desire .. it was not her beauty, but she even had a big ass with wide hips and full breasts. She was taller than my ex and I don't know ... had an air of rusty bitch that did not deceive me. She was typically domineering and with some air of superiority. I think she did not have sex for a long time and when she did, it must have been very unpleasant since her husband was one of those who clearly said ... "I want to use him"... well .. because I also wanted to use her. My mother-in-law, ex-mother-in-law, and my family were one of those traditional, religious, stuffy families, so I could think about my mother-in-law, but I would never use anything. Once she came to visit us, and because we lived in different cities, she stayed with us. We put one of those inflatable mattresses in the room and the devil slept there. These days I was hard up for anything and my ex didn't want to give me because her mother could hear. I said... her mother knows that we were born (or even that), but she rejected me, it was living in appearance these days. But things started to go wrong. One day, my mother-in-law was down in the fridge looking for something, and I thought it was my ex, until it was all right, the problem and that I gave that stupid slap on the vein slit, qse between the legs, which made her jump frightened and looked at me with a look of not understanding while I was stuttering apologizing again and again. She kind of started laughing and said all right, my ex came, understood what was happening and we laughed to my relief. The next day, the two in the kitchen preparing something ask my help to get something that was above the sink in which she was washing dishes mother-in-law... I went behind her, without stopping her to get the dishes that were on her head. The problem is that these days I kind of stood with the half-erect stick begging for fun.... sometimes I stretched to get the dishes, sometimes embracing her behind, I even played, she does not move mother-in-law... she gave a slight steep kick in the sink that caught me off guard. I think she did not even realize what she had done... but I had to go to the bathroom to calm myself. When I returned to the room, already in the room too, I looked half gracelessly at the old woman and her in that aristocratic posture of always. I thought... ah, at least badly. So the next day... after a boring day as they like, we went to bed early... after making so much company and literally being a bag full, I was already counting the time of the vein to leave, but always with one thinking that that mariola face did not deceive me. Since the day of the slap on the bitch, and the pin, I kept an eye on her. Sometimes, I realized that whenever I was distracted, I caught her looking at me, she smiled, disguised and we followed. The truth is that I was developing a desire to want to eat. For two reasons, one, because of her face, of thinking what this mariola had to offer and two, simply because of anger at the treatment of her and her ex-father. So when I arrived in the early morning, I had to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water, until my ex-husband was still sleeping in the room.... until I reacted with that quiet whisper... until a whisper... until a whisper.... until my ex-husband was still sleeping in the room.... until I reacted with that quiet whisper... until a whisper.... until I reacted with that quiet whisper.... until my ex-husband was still sleeping in the room.... until I reacted with that quiet whisper.... until my ex-husband was still sleeping in the room... until I reacted with that quiet whisper.... until I felt that my ex-husband was still sleeping in the room.... until I reacted with that quiet whisper... until I felt that my ex-husband was still sleeping in the kitchen, until I felt that my ex-husband was still sleeping in the room, until I reacted with that quiet whisper... until I felt that my ex-husband was still sleeping in the room... until I felt that my ex-husband was still sleeping in the room... until I felt that my ex-husband was still sleeping in the room... until my ex-husband was still sleeping in the room... until I felt that my ex-husband was still sleeping in the room... until I felt that my ex-husband was still sleeping in the room... until I felt that my ex-husband was still sleeping in the room... until my ex-husband was sleeping in the room... until I felt that my ex-husband was sleeping in the room... until my ex-husband was sleeping in the room... I couldn't stop, I couldn't even enjoy... I was there, in climax... eating that delicious bitch. Eating what my ex denied me, anal sex and very good, and I was head over heels there... tearing the old one... she whispered lightly "I'll have fun", at that time I began to feel that I would also... dai made the most entangled penetration... she was still on her stomachs... when then I and she enjoyed... united we gave a higher moan... and we stopped, I was a few minutes lying on top of her body still with mine on her butt... until she felt satiated, full of milk, she poured all the next days of frustration... I was happy... I saved my ex-father-in-law, I was satisfied with the desire to eat and discovered the level of her gravity... I wiped and wiped on her cock... and finally she went to sleep... she was still sparkling as if she was waking up in my room... and I went to bed at 9 in the morning, and I cried for a few minutes. When my ex arrived, did she sleep like my mother? At that time I froze... froze too much... despite the calm tone on their faces... my mother-in-law who until then had not looked at me spoke... "it's because we were talking, how I slept heavily and only had dreams, I don't remember anything else"... relieved I smiled at them.... I commented... I also slept heavily, I don't remember what I dreamed, but today I'm calmer... so it was good.... My ex smiled and said: that's good... this day, it ran like the others... and the night? did we have another "dream"?