Women's secrets

Taste Of Mother-In-Law

Karen was over 60 years old and wore tight pants, torn at the knees and thighs, which made her even more sensual. The loose sheer blouse revealed her voluminous breasts trapped in a gray bra.

Her bare feet with red painted toes added to the feeling that her invitation was even more indecent.

"Show, let me see what you said?"

"It was just a joke, Tom, you shouldn't take it seriously."

"Let me see your curves, your secrets."

"Don't talk like that, you won't like it, I know. You deserve better, so many women are ready for it. Younger, slimmer, and much more beautiful."

"But none of them told me that they would show their breasts, their thighs..."

"And their flabby bellies. That's what you'll see, that's what will disappoint you."

"Show, let me see."

"I'm embarrassed, and I haven't even waxed. You don't want to see."

"I'll wax if you want."

"Freaky! It's so intimate, a man knowing so much about a woman's body. Especially her son-in-law."

"It was you who implied that I would get naked if I wanted to. And I want to."

"I spoke because I know how Amy treats you, I spoke jokingly..."

"Teasing me."

"Said without thinking."

"As usual, you have been teasing me all these years."

"I am your mother-in-law, your wife's mother, your children's grandmother."

"But you are also a woman, a woman with all your desires and perversions."

"I am afraid of you, afraid to be controlled, to be dominated, to be submissive to you.

"You will be all these things, Karen. That's what your eyes are begging for, isn't it?"

Karen lowers her gaze, defeated, like someone who has been caught committing a crime. I move closer, stand facing her, and stroke her shoulders. Then I lift her chin. Our eyes meet for a moment, and it becomes clear that she is about to confess.

"No one needs to know. Least of all Amy."

"Who's going to tell? Take it out and show. I want to see, I'm your husband, your master. I owe you from now on, Karen."

She walks to the center of the room, slowly unbuttons the see-through blouse, and tosses it aside. She unhooks her bra and lets it fall between her arms. Her breasts are on her stomach, mature women's breasts, nipples pointing down.

"The pants."

Submissively, she unbuttons her pants and drops them between her legs. Unexpectedly, minimal blue panties appear as a thread on the side of her waist. Karen turns around and lets me see her broad ass, a minimal bluish triangle appears between her marked buttocks. I never imagined my mother-in-law wearing panties like this, my children's grandmother is even more naughty than I thought.

"Every time I come here, I wear one of these. I don't know why, what for. I never thought it would come to this, it was just supposed to be a forbidden desire of mine. Without you even imagining it."

"Beautiful, you look very beautiful, Karen."

"Liar, polite, and a liar. You've always been a gentleman, you know! Too much so, which was one of the reasons I always insisted that Amy marry you. I knew you would never treat her the way Donald treated me, she didn't deserve to have someone like her father, and you certainly don't."