My Son's Mother in Law

My SON'S MOTHER-IN-LAW

CHAPTER 1

My son Keith recently graduated from UCLA with a degree in electrical engineering. He just turned 23 in July. He got a job with a company that builds communications systems for the Navy. He had stayed in contact with his high school sweetheart, Shawna, the whole time he was away at college and they saw each other when he was home for holidays and between semesters and such. She stayed home and went to a local community college and became an RN at a local doctor's office. Keith announced to me that he and Shawna were going to get married. Of course I asked him if he was sure that's what he wanted to do. If he really knew her, and if he was ready for married life. He said, "Yes. We're both sure. We've known each other for 10 years and dated since high school. We talk about everything and know each other inside and out. I've always known that she's 'the one'."

I love Shawna. She's a great girl. Kind, courteous, polite, smart, mannerly, and pretty to boot. She's just a couple of months younger than Keith. She has a good job and a good work ethic. I am all for them getting married if that's what they want. I do honestly believe that they will make a great couple. As I said, Shawna is very pretty. She's about 5 foot 6, weighs around 115 lbs, has medium length brunette hair, hazel eyes, and a nice figure. Keith is 6 feet tall, weighs 190, has black hair, blue eyes, and is in decent shape. He doesn't work out or anything but stays in pretty good shape from bicycling and jogging.

My wife, Keith's mother, left a little over 2 years ago. Our marriage started out good but over time it became pretty mundane. There was no abuse, no drinking, no drugs, or any such thing. I should have seen the warning signs but didn't pay any attention, and that's on me. Looking back I can see what I should have noticed before it was too late. Sometimes she would have a new dress, or some new jewelry. When I asked about them she would say that she had been saving a little here and there out of the household budget and bought herself something nice. And there were a few overnight business trips that she had to go on to assist her boss. She always assured me there were 2 rooms. She finally confessed and said he was leaving his wife and she wanted a divorce so she could marry him. I believe a large part of it has to do with the fact that he makes 4 times the money I do.

Keith still has a decent relationship with his mother and he told me after visiting her that she was all for them getting married. And that Shawna's parents were onboard, also. He had been living with me since finishing school and Shawna had been sharing an apartment with a girlfriend. They were going to get an apartment until they could buy a house. They both make pretty good money so that should be easy enough.

CHAPTER 2

I had never met Shawna's parents, even though we live in the same town. Shawna and Keith set up a get acquainted party. Just the 2 of them, her parents, his mother and her husband, and me. Oh, and her younger brother Kenny. It was held at Shawna's parent's house, as it was bigger and they had a rec room/family room in the basement. It went okay for the most part. Sharon, Keith's mother, and her husband didn't have much to do with anybody other than Keith and Shawna. Her parents and I got along pretty well, and her brother seemed like a decent enough kid. Drinks were served, but I don't drink. Nobody got drunk really, but I did notice that Shawna's dad got pretty high. They also had finger foods and snacks.

Both of her parents are about my age, 48. Richard has sandy colored hair, crew cut, and is a little overweight. What I call a beer gut. And he was putting the drinks away pretty fast so it might have been. Desiree is an attractive woman. She has short brunette hair and hazel eyes. Same as her daughter. They in fact look very much alike. She may be a few pounds overweight but she 'carries it well', as they say. I know I shouldn't look at married women the way I do, but I am a red blooded male who hasn't been laid in a while and I DO look at women in a lustful manner. And she was worth looking at.

The wedding date was set for June 15th., 6 months away. Nothing real elaborate, just family and about 20 friends in a local church, then they were going to the Florida Keys for their honeymoon. Her parents and I met a few more times over that 6 months, at picnics, parties, luncheons, kid's birthdays, and such. They seemed like pretty good people. And they said they thought I was a good person and had raised a good son. I said, "Thank you. I'm proud of him. And you also raised 2 good kids."

The kids got married and went off on their honeymoon. They had already rented an apartment and had been living in it for 2 months. They went back to work and started their life as man and wife. We were all together at a 4th. of July event. All being them 2, her parents, and I. Desiree asked if they had any plans for kids. Shawna said, "Yeah. We want to, but not just yet. We want to make sure we're both firmly established in our jobs, and get a house first. So, yeah, maybe in a couple of years."

"Good. I look forward to having grandkids," said Desiree.

I said, "Yeah. I'd love a grandson to take fishing and do stuff with. Or a granddaughter to spoil rotten would be nice, too."

We were at the park and had grilled burgers and had a picnic, then pitched horseshoes, and were now sitting waiting on the fireworks. Richard asked if I wanted a beer. He had brought a cooler full of beer and soft drinks. I declined, saying that I'd just stick with soft drinks, as did everyone else. By the end of the night he was pretty toasted. He was slurring his words and staggering when he walked. We made sure Desiree was driving when they left for home.

CHAPTER 3

I was at home alone one Saturday afternoon. I'd just finished mowing for what I hoped was the last time this year and was sitting on the front porch with a glass of lemonade. A car pulled into my driveway and I saw that it was Desiree, Shawna's mother. She had been to my house before but I thought it odd for her to come visit without Shawna or Richard, and without calling first. When she got out of the car she said, "Hi Stan. How are you? I was just driving by and saw you sitting here and thought I'd stop and say hi. Is that okay? Hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Hi Desiree. Good to see you. No, you're not interrupting a thing. I just finished mowing and sat down to have a glass of lemonade. Want one?"

"I would love one." After I retrieved her glass of lemonade she said, "Thank you. I drove by a little earlier and saw you mowing. It looked like you were done when I came back by so I thought I'd stop and say hi. Hope that's okay."

"Yeah. That's fine. It's always a pleasure to see you. You look good." And she did look good. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a red pullover sweater as it was a cool Fall day.

I may be a pig but I have a habit of rating women's looks. When I see a woman I rate them like this:

Oh hell no!

No, I don't think so.

Maybe in the dark after a few beers.

Not bad.

A definite maybe.

Probably.

Oh yeah, I'd do her.

Very nice indeed.

Yes! Definitely!

Fuck yeah! In a heartbeat!

Those are first sight ratings. If I meet the woman, oftentimes they move up or down the scale, depending on their personality. I know, I know. This is totally sexist and makes me a pig but I DO keep my opinions to myself.

Desiree fell into the 'very nice indeed' category.

She said, "Thank you."

I was still a little surprised that she had stopped to just say hi. We sat and chatted for a little while. It was pretty obvious that she had something on her mind. She seemed a little nervous or anxious about something. She kept fidgeting and I couldn't say for sure but it looked as if she might have been crying earlier. And she kept checking her phone either for messages, missed calls, or maybe just the time. Eventually I asked, "Is everything okay, Desiree? You look a little anxious about something. And you keep checking the time or something. You gotta be somewhere?"

"No. I don't have anywhere to be. But you're right. There is something bothering me. Can I be honest with you?"

"Of course. I'll help if I can."

"Well, the thing is... I've just been out riding around. Avoiding going home."

"Oh? What's wrong at home?"

"Well. Richard has always drank a little. I'm sure you've seen that."

"Yeah."

"It used to be just a little bit. A few beers here and there. And maybe occasionally he'd get a little bit drunk. Just every few months or so. And I didn't mind. Then it got a little more frequent. Like once a month. A friend of mine goes to Al-Anon. Her husband is a drinker. Anyway she got me to go to a few meetings with her and I found out that's what they call binge drinking. I don't care if he drinks some now and then. You know? But he's started getting a little mean when he drinks too much. He doesn't hit me or anything like that. He just acts mean. Calling me names and blaming me for stuff that I didn't do. He gets really obnoxious, and I can't stand to be around him when he gets like that. And here lately it's almost every weekend. So I just leave."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I know what you're going through. One of my brothers was an alcoholic. It was really hard putting up with his shit sometimes. His wife left him and his kids quit talking to him. He lost his job, wrecked his car, and lost his license. Thank God he finally got sober and is doing okay now, but it was pretty rough there for a few years."

"I'm glad to hear he had a happy ending. So you really do know what I'm going through."

"Yeah. I do. And I'm sorry. I wish I could help, but I'm afraid there's nothing I can do. Other than be a friend."

"That's a lot. I need all the friends I can get. Thanks for listening. I'm sorry to dump all of this on you."

"Hey. It's okay. What are friends for?"

"Thanks. I guess I should go. I've been checking my phone a lot waiting for a text telling me that he was gone. He's supposed to go out with his buddies tonight and I told him to text me when he leaves. I told him I had to go help a friend. I got a text a few minutes ago saying he was leaving. So I can go home now and have some peace without him there. I love him, and all, but when he's drinking it's so much easier when he leaves."

"I know what you mean. And if you ever need someplace to go for a while you're always welcome here."

"Thank you. That's really sweet. Usually I go to Mom and Dad's, or one of my friends, but Mom and Dad have company and my friend's out of town. So I was just riding around and saw you out. I hope I didn't disturb you too much."

"You didn't disturb me at all. It really was good to see you. And I'm glad I could provide a place for you to hang out for a little while. Like I said, you're welcome here any time."

She got up to go and I got up to say goodbye. She hugged me and said, "Thanks again. For letting me visit a little while, and for being so understanding. You're a good friend."

I returned the hug and felt her breasts pressing against me. Again I knew I shouldn't be feeling lustful towards this woman, but dammit, she was really attractive. As I hugged her I said, "My pleasure. And I hope to see you again soon."

"Yeah. Me too. Bye."

I watched her walk to her car and thought, "Nice ass."

CHAPTER 4

I went to Keith and Shawna's for Thanksgiving dinner and Desiree and Richard were there, also. Shawna and her mom did all the cooking. Keith and I helped with setting the table, fetching things, and taking trash out. Richard mostly watched football and drank beer. When we weren't helping, Keith and I sat at the table talking. I couldn't help but look at Desiree. She wore an orange skirt and a yellow blouse. Very Fallish looking. And very nice looking. The skirt was about mid-thigh length and her legs looked wonderful. The blouse was a tight fitting style and showed her breasts off nicely, even though they aren't real big. Shawna looked just as lovely dressed in a red skirt and white blouse. I told them both that they looked lovely.

I overheard Shawna asking her mom about her dad's drinking. She said it looked like he was drinking more than usual. Desiree told her it was nothing to be concerned about but I could see in her face that she herself was concerned about it.

Keith carved the turkey with a little instruction from me. It was a very nice meal. While we were eating Keith made the announcement that they had bought a house. After we finished eating Shawna, Desiree, Keith, and I cleaned up and washed dishes. Richard went back to watching football. He said cleaning up was woman's work. The four of us sat at the table to have coffee and talk while he watched football. Keith and Shawna went to cut us each a piece of pie and refill our coffee cups. I took the opportunity to ask Desiree how things were going. She said, "Not good. Every weekend now is a nightmare. All I can do is endure it until Monday when he goes back to work. Sometimes I leave, and sometimes he goes out, and it's peaceful. But if we're both there, it's not good. I don't want Shawna to know."

"I won't say anything. It's none of my business. But if you ever need somewhere to go you know where I live."

"Thank you. You're really sweet."

The kids came back with our coffee and pie. While we were eating it they told us all about the house. They said it was just outside the city limits. They were really happy about it. "But", Keith said, "We won't be moving in right away. We want to paint all the rooms and have the hardwood floors redone first. So it'll be sometime after the first of the year."

"That is fantastic!", I told them. "I'm really happy for you." Desiree told them the same thing. I offered to help with the painting and stuff and they said it would be much appreciated. I stayed about another hour then went home.

Christmas was pretty much a repeat of Thanksgiving. Desiree hosted the dinner at her and Richard's home. She dressed in a very Christmassy red and white skirt and blouse and red shoes. She looked quite cute as well as quite sexy. She made him help a little but as he drank more and more he eventually ended up off by himself. Desiree and Shawna both seemed really embarrassed. When I was leaving Desiree said, "Thanks for coming, Stan. It's always good to see you."

"Thanks for having me. I always enjoy seeing you, too." As we hugged goodbye I quietly said to her, "Desiree, don't let Richard's actions pull you down. It's not a reflection on you. And remember, you have a friend to come to if you need to get away."

"Thank you. I appreciate it. Really. And you can just call me Des or Desi if you want." Then she kissed me on the cheek and I left.

CHAPTER 5

Keith and Shawna had to move into the house before they wanted to because the lease on the apartment was running out and they wouldn't let them rent on a monthly basis. They would have had to sign another year's lease so they went ahead and moved into the house with a plan to just do one room at a time. They did get the floors redone before moving in so they wouldn't have to deal with all the dust from the sanding. So that was good.

I went over to help paint. We started in the living room. We moved all the furniture to other rooms or the garage and covered the floor with tarps. Richard and Desi helped also. With all of us working we got it done in one day and moved the stuff back in the next day. We made plans to do their bedroom the following weekend. It went just as well and we got it done in a day. The next weekend I couldn't go but they got the dining room done in 2 days.

I was available again the following weekend and I went over to do the second bedroom. Desi came but she said Richard was taking the weekend off. She said that he said he needed a weekend of rest, and rolled her eyes. Shawna had to go to a seminar for work so we were down to 3 people instead of our usual 4 or 5. But that was okay. This was the unused bedroom so it didn't matter if we didn't get it done in a day.

Keith and I moved everything while Desi taped around the windows. Then we got started painting. I made fun of Desi dressed in overalls. The kind that have straps over the shoulders. She had a t-shirt underneath. Before she had always worn old jeans and an old t-shirt to paint in. I told her now she looked like a real painter. She just laughed at my good natured teasing and teased right back.

While we were working Keith got a call from the company he works for. There was some problem with one of the components of a communications system they were manufacturing and needed him to look at it and see what needed to be done to fix it. They were on a deadline and had to get it done ASAP. He made his apologies to Desi and I and said he would be back as quick as he could. He said we could stop and wait until next weekend if we wanted to but we both said that we would stay and continue without him.

Desi and I continued painting. We talked and joked and cut up while we did. We stopped to get some lunch about noon. While we were eating I made fun of her overalls again and said that now she was a real painter because she had splattered paint on them. She said I looked like a plumber because when I was bent over painting the baseboards I had a plumber's crack. We laughed and I said, "Well. I must say, you're the cutest painter I ever saw. You even look good in overalls."

"Oh. Well, thank you."

We went back to painting. She said, "I'm sorry Richard didn't come to help this weekend."

"That's okay. We'll get it done. Everybody needs a weekend off now and then. I wasn't here last weekend."

"Yeah. But you had something to do. He doesn't. He just wanted to stay home and get drunk. He's getting more and more useless. I'm sorry. I shouldn't be unloading my crap on you."

"It's okay. I don't mind. If it makes you feel better to unload on me you go right ahead and unload."

"Thank you for being so understanding. And so kind. You really have been a big help through all this." Then she put her paint roller in the pan and came over and hugged me. I hugged her back with one hand as I had a roller in the other one. She held the hug for a long time and I heard her quietly sobbing. I eventually leaned over to put my roller in the pan also because I didn't know what else to do with it. Then I held her with both hands and rubbed her back until she stopped sobbing.

We still continued to embrace. She raised her head from my shoulder and looked in my eyes for a few seconds. Then it happened. She kissed me. I quickly pulled away. Sure, I had had lustful thoughts about her, and looked at her longingly, and wondered what she'd be like in the sack. And I had put her in the 'Very nice indeed' category, which meant she was one above "Oh yeah, I'd do her', but I never thought of actually doing it. I didn't want to be the cause of a divorce.

"Shit. I'm sorry. I thought you wanted to. You said I look good. And I've seen the way you look at me sometimes. I know you're attracted to me."

"Yeah. I do think you're very pretty. And, yes, I am attracted to you. And I DO want to. But you're married. I don't want to do anything to jeopardize that."

"Shit. That's already jeopardized. Has been for a long time. And we haven't made love in months. Since his drinking's gotten worse he doesn't seem to care anything about sex. And the times we have, it wasn't very good. So when you paid a little attention to me and said I looked good it made me feel desirable."

"You ARE desirable. Very much so. And Richard's an idiot."

"Then shut up and kiss me." She put her arms around me and locked her lips on mine again. I returned her kisses, fighting an internal battle the whole time. Then I pulled away again. She stepped back a step and pushed the straps of her overalls off her shoulders and pulled her arms out. Then she lifted her t-shirt up and over her head. She did not have a bra on and her tits were now on full display. And they sure looked inviting. Not all that big, but they were beautiful. They still stood high and proud, nipples pointing straight out, not at the floor. She took a step towards me, took a hold of my hand, and lifted it to her breast.

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