Mother-In-Law Summer

Chapter 1

My Mother-In-Law, Helen, was in her mid-fifties, average height, and buxom, buxom with amazing curves, long, brunette hair, dark brown eyes, and a playful, teasing personality. She's always been loving and supportive, but it's hard to concentrate when she has had a few drinks in her. Her hips would sway more than normal, and loved to flirt.

It had been a long, exhausting day of yardwork, and all Jake wanted was to collapse into a cool bed. The kids were at summer camp, the wife was out of town for work for no less than two more weeks, and he had taken the day off. Of course, there was more than enough to do around the yard, and Helen had offered to help lend a hand tending to the garden over a week ago. As Jake finished mowing the lawn, he was thankful for her help, but really, he was thankful for the heat, if only momentarily, because it meant that she wore the perfect outfit. The summer sun beat down mercilessly as Helen knelt in the garden, the damp earth clinging to her knees. Bent down, her tiny booty shorts that hugged her ample hips and a thin, sweat-dampened tank top that clung to her heavy breasts with every movement, had become soaked in the heat.

A wide-brimmed straw hat shielded her face, but nothing could stop the trickle of sweat rolling down the swell of her cleavage or the way her tank top stuck to the small of her back. She exhaled sharply, blowing a loose strand of gray-streaked hair from her forehead, and reached for her water bottle, taking a long drink before pouring a little over her chest just to feel the cool relief for a few seconds.

Helen wiped her dirt-streaked hands on her shorts and groaned as she straightened up, her back protesting after hours of bending over flower beds. The sun had finally dipped low enough to offer some mercy, but she was drenched, her tank top nearly translucent with sweat, her shorts clinging to her curves.

"I'm done," she announced to no one in particular. Jakes glanced up as I put the mower away.

"I can't believe you were able to get through the entire garden. I really do appreciate the help, Helen."

"Need me to finish anything out here?" she asked.

He waved her off. "Nah, I'm calling it. I need a shower before I melt into a puddle."

"You're not the only one," she laughed.

"Yeh, well, I guess we both worked up quite a sweat."

"It'll be worth it, the yard is looking great, and the kids will love it."

He nodded along, "Definitely. Any plans for you tonight?" It was a hollow question, Helen usually spent the evenings with her husband, but since he was also out on a fishing trip for the weekend, there was not much likely going on.

"No, not really. I was thinking of staying over in the guestroom, if you don't mind."

"You're always welcome," he said, realizing halfway through my response that there might be a small problem. "But the air conditioner in the guestroom might still be on the fritz."

"Oh, well then, I guess I'll head home."

"Now, don't be silly. I'm sure we can figure something out, there is plenty of room here, and there's no reason to take the long drive back since you're heading back again tomorrow."

She smiled, and leaned forward to give me a peck on the cheek. "Always looking out for me, I love it." As Helen walked into the house, Jake could not help but stare. Her hips were wide and swayed from side to side, and those shorts left little to the imagination. He always felt like she dressed a little differently if the kids or her daughter were around. When it was just the two of them, he wondered, was she dressing provocatively on purpose?

Upstairs, the water was blissfully cool, washing away the grime and sweat. She dried off, slipped into a light, silky robe, and cranked up the window air conditioner unit in the master bedroom. With a sigh, she stretched out on her bed, letting the cold air roll over her.

Downstairs, Jake took a quick shower, opting for the basement bathroom where the tile stayed cooler. Afterward, he poured himself a tall glass of cold beer and sank onto the living room sofa, relishing the quiet.

But the peace didn't last.

A sudden clunk echoed from upstairs, followed by Helen's frustrated groan. A few moments later, she appeared in the doorway, her robe loosely tied, her hair still damp.

"The air conditioner died," she grumbled, fanning herself with a magazine.

Jake chuckled. "Basement's cool if you wanna camp down here."

She eyed the sofa, then his half-empty glass. "You pouring a second one of those?"

He grinned and stood. "Coming right up."

As he moved to the kitchen, Helen settled onto the couch, the fabric of her robe shifting against her thighs. The house was too hot, the night too long, but at least they weren't sweating through it alone.

The night stretched on, the air thick with humidity, but that was not something they needed to worry about. The TV murmured in the background, some late-night documentary about human kinks and desires playing as Helen and Jake sipped their drinks, having moved on from beer to vodka and lemonade.

The conversation began light, about nothing at all, really. Jake was surprised to see how the alcohol loosened Helen's tongue as the television's glow painted the dim room in flickering hues. Helen sighed, swirling her drink absently before taking a long sip. At some point, one show had ended and another had started, some sort of talk show all about sexual kinks. They watched in silence for a while as couples were interviewed, each partner giving an unabashed explanation of what really turned them on.

"You know what's frustrating?" she said, her voice tinged with a mix of amusement and resignation. "Being this age and still feeling like a damn teenager half the time. My body didn't get the memo that it's supposed to slow down."

I laughed, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees. "What, is the old man not keeping up?"

She let out a dry laugh. "Oh, honey, he checked out years ago. Acts like sex is some chore he's retired from." Rolling her eyes, she gestured vaguely with her glass. "Meanwhile, I'm over here like... Christ, I'd take a decent make-out session at this point."

Jake blinked, then barked a surprised laugh. "Damn, Helen. Didn't realize you were so... pent up."

She shot him a look. It was half playful, half daring, and then she shrugged. "What, you think a few wrinkles mean I stopped wanting to feel something?" The vodka had sharpened her edges, and made her bold. "Hell, I've got more ideas now than I did at twenty. Just no one to try them with."

Jake's grin turned crooked. "You're dangerous after a few drinks."

Helen leaned back, the robe slipping just enough to reveal the curve of her shoulder. "Good," she purred. "Maybe I'm tired of being safe."

The air between them crackled, not with intention, but with something else. Something...free. A recognition. A possibility.

He exhaled, shaking his head with a low chuckle. "Well. If nothing else, you're the most interesting mother-in-law I've ever had."

Helen winked, raising her glass. "Stick around, kid. I'm full of surprises."

And just like that, the night stretched on, the basement becoming warmer, though still comfortable.

Helen let out a soft laugh as the show delved into fetishes, shaking her head. "People are into the strangest things," she mused, swirling her glass.

Jake smirked. "Got any deep, dark secrets, Helen?"

She shot him a playful look, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol. "Nothing dark," she admitted, "but I've always thought there was something... intimate about kissing someone while they're asleep."

Jake raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

She shrugged, the neck of her robe slipping slightly. "Not in a creepy way. Just... the way my husband used to...." Her voice was low, almost dreamy.

Jake watched her for a long moment before chuckling. "The way he used to... what?"

Helen grinned, kicking her bare foot against his leg lightly. "Oh, it was from when we were younger, much younger! We would go out for a night on the town, and I would always have a glass or two of wine more than I could handle. It would always put me in the mood for...well, you know." She giggled.

Playing along, he replied, "No, can't say I do. You'll need to be specific."

Helen blushed, and said nothing, but seemed to change her mind, "I'd be tired, but in the mood...to feel his tounge..."

Jake's eyes went wide, unsure he had heard correctly.

She meanwhile laughed, "So, what about you?"

He leaned back, considering. "Maybe another drink first."

She laughed, reaching for the bottle. "Coward."

The night hummed on, the heat building, the conversation drifting into places neither of them had expected.

The basement's lingering warmth had become unbearable, and eventually, Jake groaned and sat up. "I think I'm melting," he muttered, running a hand through his hair.

Helen, still awake in the dim glow of the television, smirked. "Come on, let's see if we can fix that damn air conditioner."

They stumbled upstairs, their steps loose from the drinks, shoulders brushing as they crowded around the humming but ineffective unit in her bedroom. Jake fiddled with the controls, gave the side a firm whack, and, miraculously, the machine sputtered back to life, sending a rush of cool air into the room.

Helen exhaled in relief. "God, you're a lifesaver."

Jake wiped his hands on his shorts and turned to leave, but she caught his wrist. The touch was warm, deliberate.

"Stay," she said, her voice low. "It's cooler in here. No sense in you roasting downstairs."

He hesitated, but the vodka and the heat made the decision for him. "Yeah... alright."

She flicked off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness save for the pale moonlight filtering through the curtains. The hum of the machine filled the silence as Jake settled onto the far side of the bed, hyperaware of the space between them.

Then came the soft rustle of fabric. Helen untied her robe and let it slide off, the sound of satin whispering against skin. His breath hitched as his eyes adjusted, the outline of her thick, buxom body in a sleek, thigh-length gown, the way it clung to her curves in the shadows.

The alcohol pulsed through Jake's veins, blurring the lines of caution as he lay there, listening to Helen's steady breathing. The rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, the occasional soft sigh, she seemed lost in a light, peaceful sleep.

He hesitated, then whispered her name.

No response.

Again, slightly louder. Still nothing.

Emboldened, he let his fingers trail along her arm, the satin of her gown smooth beneath his touch. Her skin was warm, yielding. A faint, contented hum escaped her lips, but she didn't stir.

His hand drifted lower, tracing the curve of her hip, the dip of her waist. Her breath hitched, for a moment, but her eyes remained closed, her body relaxed. A quiet moan slipped out as his fingers brushed the hem of her gown, teasing the bare skin of her thigh.

She arched into his touch, still seemingly asleep, lost in some dream. Or maybe just pretending. Either way, he did not care. He was encouraged by her story, the way her eyes lit up when she told it.

He snuggled up close to her, propping himself up on his elbow, and with his free hand, he ran his fingers down along her cheek. She seemed to smile, her eyes remained closed. He took a deep breath, guided her lips to his, and kissed her, softly, to see her reaction.

A light whimper escaped from her lips.

He felt a thousand things at once, and then they vanished, as he lost himself in the moment. She seemed to kiss him back, eagerly, her eyes remained shut tight.

Jake's free hand dropped from her cheek, trailing down her neckline, and feeling no resistance, softly cupped one of her large, supple breasts.

Helen's moan was louder, and Jake paused to see if he had crossed a line too far. Still, her eyes remained closed, and she seemed to smile. He kissed her again, loving the feel of the satin gown in his hand, her lovely breast beneath. This went on for a few minutes, and every so often, she would shift her body, only a little bit, but Jake noticed that her legs were spreading, bit by bit.

Taking the invitation, Jake let his fingers trail down her curves, past her hips, and down to the hem across her thighs. He had been right, Helen's legs had gone from being together to drifting far apart, her legs bent, he could easily position himself between them if he wanted...

He pushed the hem, up, up, and began trailing his fingers around her mound. She wore nothing beneath her gown, and he could feel the heat from her sex on his hand. She had a fair bit of pubic hair, and yet, it was clearly well kept, mostly in a tuff. He ran a finger, ever so delicately, along her slit, letting his finger only briefly caress her clit.

Helen moaned again, her eyes shut wide, and then she whispered, "Oh God...yes...Harold...give it to me."

Jake heard her call her husband's name, but he took the invitation personally. He knelt by her, and then gently probed her thighs with his hand. They parted even wider, with no resistance at all. In the next moment, he was laying between her legs, the hem pushed up, her naked sex in front of his eager mouth. His eyes focused in the dark and began to use his fingers to massage her now spread lips, and he became lost in her aroma. His tongue came out to gently lick at her swollen clit. He heard Helen moan, deeply, as his tongue touched her sex for the first time.

Jake slid his hands beneath Helen's hips and gripped, tightly. He licked around her clit, and then alternated between slow movements, and sucking on it gently. He breathing remains steady, but her moans were louder, her hips bucked as she moved against his tongue.

He looked up from time to time but saw that her gaze remained upwards, her eyes closed. He moved a finger to between her lips, tracing around it while he worked her sensitive clit with his tongue. Pushing a finger forwards, gently entering inside her, he heard a gasp, and then another low, deep moan.

Without warning, her orgasm shook her, and her thick thighs clasped hard around Jake's head, as she let out a loud moan, fading into a series of whimpers. He could have died there a happy man. Her back arched, he held on tight, and eventually, the grip loosened.

Sitting up, Jake released the fly on his boxers, letting his rock-hard manhood spring forward. He looked down at Helen, who for a split second looked as though she were looking at him. No, it must have been a trick of the light, but either way, he did not care. He placed his arms underneath her thighs, spreading her legs wide, the head of his shaft at her wet, warm, entrance, and pushed forward, gently.

She moaned, loudly now, her eyes still shut, and he began rocking in and out of her. He was too excited, and there would be no long back and forth. He held her firm, and began pumping in and out, harder and harder.

Helen moaned, but her eyes remained closed. Jake watched her perfect, buxom body move as he thrust into her again and again. His gaze shifted between her supple body, to his deep thrusts, and every so often, up to her face. For a moment, he could have sworn she was looking right at him, but then, it was gone. In no time, he was at the edge, and soon he grunted, thrusting hard into her, emptying everything he had into her.

The moment hung in the air, thick with satisfaction, electric with the thrill of what he'd just done. Jake exhaled, a slow, smug grin spreading across his face as he watched Helen in the moonlight. She was still asleep, or pretending beautifully, her body relaxed, lips slightly parted, her satin gown rumpled just enough to reveal the curve of her hip.

No guilt. Only the raw, intoxicating rush of having given her exactly what she'd confessed to wanting.

He traced a lazy finger down her arm, savoring the way her skin warmed under his touch even in sleep. She murmured something unintelligible, shifting slightly, her thigh brushing against his. The sound of her breath, the faint scent of her shampoo mixed with sweat and sex, it was intoxicating.

Leaning down, he kissed her shoulder, slow and deliberate, just to see if she'd react. She didn't stir, but her chest rose with a deeper breath, her fingers twitching against the sheets.

Good.

Pulling back, Jake stretched out beside her, one arm tucked behind his head, staring at the ceiling with a quiet, possessive satisfaction. She'd gotten her fantasy. He'd gotten the thrill of taking it.

With a final glance at her peaceful form, he closed his eyes, the cool air wrapping around them both as sleep, and far too many drinks, pulled him under.

The dreams he experienced for the rest of the night were nothing short of ecstasy. When Jake awoke, morning light spilled through the curtains as, blinking awake to find Helen's side of the bed empty. The sheets were cool where she'd been, but the faint scent of her perfume still lingered, along with the memory of last night's unexpected indulgence.

Chapter 2

Stretching with a satisfied yawn, Jake listened to the distant sounds of her already outside, the rhythmic scrape of a shovel, the occasional hum drifting through the open window. She was back in her element: sunhat perched on her head, those sinful booty shorts hugging her curves, dirt smudged on her bare thighs as she worked the garden with her usual focus.

Pulling on his clothes, he stepped outside, feeling the heat of the day rising. Leaning against the porch railing, he watched her for a moment, the way her tank top clung to her damp back, the way she paused to wipe her forehead with the back of her wrist.

"Morning," he called, voice rough with sleep.

Helen turned, squinting at him with a smile that gave nothing away. "Sleep well?" she asked, innocent as Sunday morning.

Oh, she's good.

"Like a rock," he lied, smirking. "How about you?"

Helen's grin went from ear to ear, "I slept like an angel. Best sleep I've had in years."

He smiled back at her. "I have to run some errands. I'll be back by dinner."

She nodded, already bending back to her plants and teasing him with a spectacular view, her voice breezy. "I'm looking forward to it!"

As he walked to his truck, Jake glanced back once. She was watching him over her shoulder, for a moment only, before turning away.

The evening could not come soon enough, and unfolded with an easy rhythm featuring simple food, cold drinks, and the comfortable silence of two people sharing a secret without saying a word. They toasted to the garden being nearly finished, clinking glasses with exaggerated cheer, both knowing the celebration was just an excuse to let the alcohol blur the edges again.

As if they both knew the routine, they decided to shower after dinner, settling back into the basement as they had been the night before. Jake arrived first, wearing only his boxers now and using the heat of the day as an excuse, and she arrived a moment later, wearing the same satin robe as the night before, but with nothing underneath. As they settled onto the couch, the television murmuring some forgettable show, Jake stretched with an exaggerated yawn. "Damn, errands wiped me out," he sighed, letting his head loll back against the cushions. He shot Helen a knowing smile. "You know, I haven't stopped thinking about what you said last night. I'm surprised how a few drinks can put me in the mood so strongly."

Helen took a deep sip of her drink, her eyes glinting over the rim of the glass. "Is that so?"

Jake hummed in agreement, his eyelids already drooping, though not as much as he let on. "Mmm. If only someone would... indulge me." He let his voice slur just enough, his body sinking deeper into the couch. "I think it would be great, but hey, it might just be the drinks talking. Who knows!"