Michael has hot sex with MILF of a mother-in-law, Jennifer.

told Heather about my letter, what do I do now,' I wondered?

Doomed from the start, I never should have married Heather. I should have married her mother. Doomed from the start, I never should have written that sexual story and left it in a place where I knew she'd find it and read it. Only, I needed to know if she sexually felt the same way that I sexually felt about her. I needed to know if I had any hope of having a loving, sexual relationship with my mother-in-law. I needed to know if she sexually wanted me in the way that I sexually wanted her.

With her giving me mixed signals, every time we were together, she seemed to enjoy my company. Every time we played a board game, with me seated on the floor in front of her, whether it was unintentional or deliberate, she flashed me her bright white, bikini panties. Every time she served me food or a drink, hovering over me and/or lingering over me while smiling at me and talking to me, she gave me a great down-blouse view of her cleavage and bra. I couldn't tell if I was imagining more than there sexually was between us.

Yet, instead, of her being evasive and avoiding the subject, ending my wondering, Jennifer got right to the point. Instead of telling her daughter about the story that I wrote of wanting to have sex with her mother, obviously, she didn't. Instead of leaving me and thinking of me as an incestuous pervert, obviously, she was staying. Not done there, she floored me with what she said next.

Chapter 03:

"I found your story," she said pausing while looking up at me with her big, blue eyes.

Not knowing how to respond to that and to what she said next, I was as nervous as I was sexually excited. Returning my look, she looked as seductive as I looked sexually excited. She gave me a naughty look and a sexy smile and, when she did, I encouraged her to tell me more by returning her naughty look and sexy smile with my naughty look and sexy smile.

"Oh," I said as if I was surprised that she found my story and read my story.

She melted my heart with her loving smile. I so wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her. I so wanted to touch and feel her everywhere through her sexy nightgown. I so wanted to strip her naked and make love to her.
"I hope you don't mind but I read it. I wasn't sure if you were hiding it from me or placed it there for me to find," she said giving me a cynical look. "It was very well written. I didn't know you could write," she said falling silent again before looking over at me again. Then, she said what I couldn't believe she said. She said what I was hoping she'd say. "To answer your unasked question, I feel the same way about you as you feel about me," she said.

Not moving, she stared at me in the way that I stared at her. Quietly, as if we were strangers on a blind date anticipating a goodnight kiss, not knowing what to do next, we stared at one another. Then, when she gave me the eye as if giving me permission to kiss her, I leaned closer to her and kissed her. I kissed my mother-in-law. As much as I couldn't believe that I kissed my wife's mother, I couldn't believe that Jennifer allowed me to kiss her.

When I parted her lips with my tongue, it seemed so right. It seemed so natural. As soon as I French kissed her, returning my sexual passion with her sexual passion, she French kissed me. Giving one another long, wet kisses, I was making out with my wife's mother. I was making out with Jennifer, my MILF of a mother-in-law.

Not wasting time or waiting for her to change her mind, something I had yearned to do since I first met her, I felt her breasts through her nightgown while fingering her hard, erect nipples. As soon as I fingered her nipples, instead of slapping my face and/or pushing my hand away, she squirmed with sexual delight. I was sexually arousing my mother-in-law. I couldn't believe I was making Heather's mother wet with sexual desire. I continued feeling her big tits, squeezing her big tits, and fondling her big tits while pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples through her nightgown.

Continuing to make out wi

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