My Son's Mother in Law

MY SON'S MOTHER IN LAW - PART 3

CHAPTER 1

I had been helping my son Keith and his wife Shawna paint and remodel a home they had bought. Her mother Desi was helping, also. Occasionally, but not all that often, her father would be there, too. But more often than not he was out drinking with his friends or just at home drinking or recovering from a hangover. We had been working on the house pretty much every weekend. Sometimes it was 5 of us, sometimes 4, and a few times just 2 or 3, depending on who had what to do.

If you read the first 2 parts of this story you will remember that Shawna's mother Desi and I had succumbed to lustful feelings while painting in the first part of the story, then again when she seduced me when we went to get a ladder from her house. I had been divorced a little over two years at that time and had not had sex with a woman for several months, so I was more than willing. Desi had told me that her husband was more interested in getting drunk now and they rarely had sex anymore and it wasn't good when they did.

I had not intentionally tried to seduce her although I did have lustful thoughts as she was a very attractive woman. It just kind of happened when she was upset and crying about her bad marriage the first time. I had held her while she cried then she kissed me and one thing led to another and we ended up in our children's bed screwing. The second time she had called me into her bedroom and was standing there in bra and panties. She said she was trying to decide what to wear and wanted my opinion. Of course that was bullshit. She wanted to fuck and we were on the bed in no time.

CHAPTER 2

It had been three weeks since Desi and I had made love the second time. The weekend after it happened Desi couldn't come to help with the house. She was visiting her parents. The following weekend I couldn't make it as I was on a fishing trip with a couple of my buddies that we do every year. Then the next weekend Shawna's dad actually showed up to help. He brought a cooler of beer with him and drank the whole time, but at least he showed up one weekend. So Desi and I had to mind our manners that weekend.

We were about done with all we could do. The rest was going to have to be done professionally. So I didn't go over for the next few weeks. Then Shawna and Keith invited me to come over for Easter. Kind of a housewarming party as well as Easter celebration. Desi and Richard were coming, also. When I arrived Keith let me in and I spoke to Richard sitting in the living room. Keith said the girls were in the kitchen. I went on through to the kitchen to say hi and sit down a tray of devilled eggs I had brought. Shawna met me at the kitchen door on her way out and we hugged and said hi. I saw Desi bending over checking on the ham in the oven. She was wearing a long skirt and it pulled up to her knees in the back as she bent over. I said, after making sure no one could hear, "Mmm mmm mmm. Nice view."

She straightened and turned. "I know you aren't talking about my fat butt. Hi, Stan. Good to see you. How are you?"

"Hi, Desi. Good to see you, too. I'm fine." And after glancing around to make sure no one was within earshot I added. "And yes, I was talking about your cute little butt." I let my eyes roam from her head to her toes. I saw that it was a dress she was wearing rather than a skirt. It was white with a pattern of pink roses or carnations or some kind of flowers on it. Very Eastery and very pretty.

"Liar. But thanks just the same. What'ca got there?"

"Devilled eggs. They're my specialty."

"Just sit them there on the counter."

Shawna came back in then. "Want a drink, Stan? Wine? A mixed drink? A beer?"

"I'd actually prefer a glass of tea."

"I got that, too." She got me a glass and I got myself some tea.

"What can I help with?" I asked.

Shawna said, "Not a thing. We've got everything pretty much under control."

"Well, I'm not going to just sit around and let you girls do all the work. Can I set the table or something?"

"Well, yeah, sure. We're going to use the good china in the china cabinet in the dining room. Keith's already put the extra leaf in the table."

"Aye aye, Cap'n," I said and saluted before turning to leave.

As I left I heard Desi say, "He's such a nice man."

Shawna replied, "Yeah, he is." In a couple of minutes Desi came in and helped me set the table. Keith and Richard were in the living room talking.

As we set the table Desi said, "Thank you for wanting to help. It really wasn't necessary."

"Nonsense. I can't just sit back and let you two do it all. And I'm ashamed that Keith isn't helping. He wasn't raised that way."

"He offered." Then in a hushed voice, "I asked him to keep Richard company. Maybe keep his drinking to a minimum. To tell you the truth I would have been just as happy if he had stayed at home. Am I awful for saying that?"

"No, just honest. I know what you're saying."

"Thanks. I'm glad you came. I'm really happy to see you."

"Me, too. Happy to see you, that is. You look great."

"Thanks. Okay. I think we're done. That looks good. Thanks for helping."

"And thank you for helping me." We went back into the kitchen and started carrying dishes of food to the table. Then Shawna called Keith and Richard to come to the table. I said grace and we started eating. I commented on how good everything was. I said, "I don't get many home cooked meals. I eat a lot of frozen stuff, or microwave meals, or pre-prepared stuff. I really love this sweet potato casserole. It's delicious."

Shawna said, "You can thank Desi for that. She made it."

I turned to Desi, "This is awesome. I've always loved sweet potato casserole and this is the best I've ever had."

Desi beamed, "Thank you. I'm glad you like it. That's MY specialty."

"Well, it's great. Everything is. You girls did an awesome job." Keith and Richard echoed my comments.

Both girls said thanks. After finishing our meal Shawna got up to start clearing the table. Desi got up to help. Keith stood up and said, "Let me help with that. You all did all the cooking."

Desi said, "No. You guys go on in the living room and relax. We got this. I'll bring you a cup of coffee." She gave Keith a look that transmitted her meaning of babysitting Richard.

He said, "Okay, if you insist. But holler if you need a hand."

"Thank you, Sweetie. We will." He and Richard went to the living room. But not before Richard went into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of bourbon with a small amount of Coke.

I started carrying dishes and stuff to the kitchen. "I don't care what you say, I'm going to help. So save your breath." I started rinsing dishes in the sink and handing them to Desi to put in the dishwasher. Shawna put leftovers in Tupperware bowls and filled up the fridge. Richard came in and refilled his glass as we were working. We got everything cleaned up and put away in about a half an hour. Then we sat at the table to have a cup of coffee.

Keith came in and joined us. He said, "Richard fell asleep."

Desi said, "Good. He's less trouble that way." Then she laughed and tried to play it off as a joke, but we all knew what she was talking about. We sat and had a good conversation as we drank our coffee and had a piece of apple pie.

CHAPTER 3

The following weekend I was at Keith and Shawna's gathering up my tools that I had left there when we were working on the house. I saw the ladder that Desi and I had brought from her house. "Oh, shit. There's Richard's ladder. I forgot all about that. We never took it back."

Keith said, "Don't worry about it. He hasn't said anything so I assume he hasn't needed it. If he does, he knows where it is."

"I can run it by there on my way home. It's not that far out of my way. And he doesn't have a truck to come and get it."

"I guess you're right. He drives that little Kia. If you want to take it go ahead. I know they're home. Shawna talked to her mom this morning and she said she's going to be home all day cleaning.

"Okay. Yeah, I'll drop it by."

I loaded up my stuff and the ladder and headed out shortly after that. I pulled into Richard and Desi's driveway. Desi answered the door. "Oh! Hi Stan. This is a surprise."

I said hi and told her why I was there. She said, "You didn't have to do that. I doubt we'll ever need it. It could have just stayed there."

"No problem. It's right on my way so I figured I'd just drop it off."

"Okay. Thank you. Do you need Richard to help you unload it? He's in the basement with one of his buddies. Probably at least half in the bag by now."

"Sorry. No, I can handle it."

"I'll show you where it goes in the garage. But I guess you know, don't you?"

"Yeah."

She came to the garage with me anyway. As I carried it in and put it away I joked, "So. I hear you're cleaning house today. Little Miss Suzy Homemaker, huh?"

"Yep, that's me."

"You should be wearing one of those french maid outfits. You'd look really good in that."

"Shut up! You're awful. I'm cleaning house, not trying to look sexy. And what's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

"Not a thing. You look great."

She was wearing jeans. Old faded ones, with holes in the knees and below the rear pockets. Or maybe they weren't old, they sell them that way these days. They fit her pretty snugly and her ass looked amazing in them. She had a light blue t-shirt on the top with a beach scene on the front. She had her hair in a ponytail. She may not have been 'dressed to impress' but she looked good just the same.

After putting the ladder away she asked if I wanted to come in. I said, "I don't want to keep you from your work. I just came by to return the ladder."

She kind of looked disappointed. I had no illusions that it was because she wanted ME to stay, she was just lonely and wanted some company, even if for just a little while. "Oh shoot. That can wait. It'll always be there. But I'm sure you've got things to do. I shouldn't have asked. I'm sorry."

"No. I'm in no rush. I just didn't want to hold you up."

She brightened a little. "You're not holding me up. I'm ready for a break anyway. Come on in. I'll get us a cup of coffee," she said excitedly. I followed her in and sat at the kitchen table.

We sat and talked and drank our coffee. She said, "I'm really glad you stopped by. It's good to see you. I enjoy having some company now and then."

"It's good to see you, too. I hope Richard doesn't mind me keeping his wife from her chores. Sorry. Bad joke."

She snorted. "He'll never even know you were here. I probably won't see him until morning. Him and his friend will be down there until long after I've gone to bed."

"Oh. Then never mind. I'll just keep you from your chores as long as I want then."

"Yep. I'm all yours. Want another cup?" She indicated my coffee.

I looked at my empty cup and said, "Yeah, why not."

We both got up and went over to the counter, which is L-shaped and separated the kitchen from the dining area. She uses one of those one cup coffee makers. She put a pod in and sat my cup under it to fill. As we waited I patted her on the butt. "I like those jeans. You look good in them."

"You're an ass man, aren't you?"

"No, not really. I mean, I like asses, especially ones as nice as yours, but that's not the only thing I like. It takes the whole package to be attractive. And I don't mean just physically. A woman can have a killer body and be a total bitch. Or she can have a great personality and just a so-so body but be really attractive because she's nice. Know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I do. And the same goes for men."

"Well, if you don't mind my saying, you've got both. A great body and a great personality."

"Thank you, but I know I'm too fat."

"What!? Are you kidding me? You are NOT! You look great."

"You really think so? You're not just saying that?"

"I really think so. You look perfect just the way you are."

"Thank you. Oh. The coffee's done."

She slid my cup over and put hers on to brew. I stepped behind her and put my hands on her hips. I started nuzzling her neck and touching my lips to it in soft little kisses. She tilted her head to the side and asked, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Nothing. Just make your coffee."

"That's a little distracting. I thought you said you didn't want to keep me from my chores."

"I lied. Sue me." She put her hands on the counter, bowed her head forwards, and moved it side to side as I switched sides. I heard her breathe in deeply and let it out with a sigh. I said, "You smell good. And taste good."

"I don't know how that could be. I've been working all morning."

"I guess you just naturally smell and taste good." I was still kissing her neck and she brought a hand up and reached behind her head to put it on the back of my head as she bowed her head to give me more room. My hands on her hips started moving up and down. From her waistline down over her hips and thighs and back up. I was getting lost in the feel and smell of her. I slid my hands upwards, over her t-shirt, and around to cup her breasts. I gently squeezed them and continued kissing her neck.

"Oh god, that feels so good. But you know we can't do anything with my husband right downstairs. I know I said I wouldn't see him all day, but there's always a chance he might come up for something."

"Yeah, I know, but it's just too damned hard to keep my hands off of you."

"Mmm hmm."

I slid my hands down and back up under her shirt. I cupped her breasts in my hands and massaged them as I nibbled on her ear.

"Oh God, Stan, you're driving me crazy."

"Same here. It's your fault for looking so damned sexy."

"I don't hardly think so."

As I continued kissing her neck, nibbling her ear, and feeling her tits I felt her hand come back and down between me and her ass and find my hard cock straining against my zipper. She squeezed it and I pulled my hips back slightly to give her room. I slid one of my hands down to the crotch of her jeans and caressed her mound through the material. We fondled each other this way for a minute then she turned and put her lips on mine. My hands dropped to her ass as we stood there in the kitchen kissing. She ground her crotch against my hard dick. Then I felt her hand working at my zipper. She slid it down and worked my dick out through the fly. I felt her soft hand close around it and start stroking. I moaned and stuck my tongue into her mouth. We went back and forth, mine in her mouth, then hers in mine.

Then she pulled away and sank to her knees. She kissed all over my throbbing cock before putting her lips around it. As she started moving her head back and forth, sliding her lips up and down my shaft I held her head in my hands. She alternated between slowly sliding her lips all the way down and back up and then kissing and licking

it. I luxuriated in the feeling.

Just then I heard a door open and I saw Richard step into the utility room on the other side of the kitchen. Thank God the counter was L shaped and divided the kitchen from the dining area where we were. Desi heard him and stopped what she was doing and stayed hidden on her knees. Richard said, "Hi, Stan. I didn't know you were here. Did you need something?"

"Hi, Richard. I just got here a couple of minutes ago. I just stopped on my way home to drop off the ladder we borrowed when we were working on the kids' house."

"Oh. I didn't even know you had it."

"Yeah, you weren't home the day we came and got it. I think Desi said you were out with your friends or something."

I felt Desi's hand grasp my cock and start moving slowly back and forth. I gasped a little and tensed up. I guess she was confident that he wouldn't come around to our side.

"I probably was. By the way, where is she? I assume she let you in?"

"Yeah. I think she said she had to get something from her room. Said she'd be right back."

"Oh. So how are you doing?"

"Really, really good at the moment. How about you?"

"Not bad. You know. Work, work, work. When the weekend comes I like to kick back and relax."

"Yeah, I get it. But it seems like there's always something that needs to be done."

I felt Desi's lips close around my cock and start sliding up and down. I gasped again, audibly this time, and my eyes flew wide open and I tensed up and looked down. Damn! She was certainly a brave little thing.

"Are you okay? You look like something bit you or something."

"Yeah, I'm fine. It almost felt like something bit me for a second, but it's nothing. Just more of a surprise than anything else."

"Oh. Okay."

We made small talk for a few minutes, which was extremely difficult for me with my dick in his wife's mouth. She was slowly moving her head back and forth with her lips wrapped tightly around it. She stopped sucking and kissed all over the ultra sensitive head of it and ran her tongue along the underside of it. Then she swirled her tongue around and around the head. I had a really, really hard time holding it together enough to carry on with the conversation. And to not cum. At last Richard said, "Well, I just came to grab a bottle of Coke from the fridge. We're all out downstairs." He opened the refrigerator and snagged a 2 liter bottle. He held it up as he closed the door and said, "Well, cheers. I guess I'll see you around."

"Yeah, see you."

He closed the basement door after going back through it. I said, "Holy shit! You shouldn't have been doing that with him right there."

She rolled her eyes up to look at me, smiled, and said around my cock in her mouth, "Screw him."

She started sucking my dick faster and I said, "Oh fuck, Desi, I'm gonna cum!" As the first spurt shot from the end of my cock she pulled her mouth away and finished me by hand. I creampied her all over her pretty face. As she stood up I laughed at her and said, "Damn, girl, you're really a mess."

"What? You don't like it?"

"Oh no, I'm not saying that. I'm just saying you might want to wipe your face. And there's some on your shirt, too."

"I will." She ran her finger across her face and collected some of the sperm I had shot on her. She put it in her mouth, smiled seductively, and said, "Mmmm." Then she got a hand towel from the kitchen and wiped her face while I put my cock away and zipped up.

She came back around the counter, put her arms around me and said, "Thanks for coming by. You brightened my day."

I kissed her and said, "Well you certainly made mine a lot better."

"Good. Now get out of here. I've got work to do." She kissed me and laughed.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, I am. I feel much better now and I think I can make it through the rest of the housework. Thanks to you."

"Well, okay. Thank you for a wonderful afternoon."

CHAPTER 4

I invited Shawna, Keith, Shawna's brother, her parents, and a couple of my other friends to a 4th. of July cookout at my house. I bought a bunch of steaks to grill and asked everybody to bring a covered dish. Desi, Richard, and the two other couples I invited were there. Shawna's brother didn't come, he's a teenager and had better things to do. Keith called and apologized and said they were going to be late. He had dropped one of the dishes that Shawna made and she was making another one. I told him not to worry about it, just come on over. He said Shawna insisted on making another one. She wouldn't come without it. He promised they'd be there in an hour.

I told her parents and Desi said, "We would have had plenty. She didn't need to make another one."

"That's what I told them but she insisted."

We all sat in the yard having a beer. Then Richard said, "If you want I'll grill the steaks. I enjoy grilling. And I'm pretty good at it, if I do say so myself."

My Son's Mother in Law Pt. 03

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