[MF] My mother-in-law came to visit and I learned the very hard way about her lack of boundaries.

First off, this is NOT an incest story. Sorry if that’s your thing.
Also, not particularly hardcore. Sorry if that’s your thing too.

So anyway. My wife Heather and I have no kids and live in a rather small house. We’ve got a guest bedroom, a main bathroom in the hallway, and then a smaller “master bathroom” in our bedroom.
Her parents have been separated for years and her mother gets a little lonely sometimes, so she flew out to stay with us for a bit.

We’d only been married for 2 years at this point, so this was to be the first time I’d be spending more than a day with her mother Deb. Heather gave me a warning the night before.
“Honey, don’t get weirded out, but I should warn you my mom has some.. uh, weird boundaries.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“Like.. she used to walk around naked at home like she didn’t even care. Never closed the bathroom door, stuff like that.”
“Okay… so, what, do you think she’ll be walking around naked here?” I asked nervously. Her mom was good looking and all, but like… I don’t know it just felt strange that I suddenly couldn’t help but think of what she might look like naked.
Heather giggled a little. “You sound so anxious! Don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll keep her clothes on. Just.. don’t expect her to be all dressed up like she usually is when we go out.”
“Okay, that’s fine I guess.”
She smirked and shoved me a little. “What, would that bother you? You don’t wanna see my mom naaaaked?” in this drawn out, playful voice.
“Nah, that would be fine. I can’t wait to see what *these* will look like in 20 years!” I joked as I lifted her shirt and gawked exagerratedly at her breasts. This started a playful wrestling match that ended with sex (but that’s not the focus of this story, so no details!)

Side note, our main bathroom was out of order for a couple days, because life has terrible timing. A pipe had cracked and we were having trouble getting someone out to fix it, so we only had the one smaller bathroom in our bedroom.

The first night of the visit was pretty uneventful. Her mom looks a bit like the mom from This is Us (played by Mandy Moore with aging makeup) but maybe 30 lbs heavier. We just hung out and chatted a bit. I had been giving Heather a foot massage casually while talking, and her mom remarked how she wished a man would do that for her.
Heather basically forced me to give her mom a foot rub at that point. It was a little weird, but I have to admit I enjoyed it. She has pretty feet and obviously takes good care of them, and I do find her attractive so it was a little thrilling to be that close to her.
They got to talking about “what a catch” I am, which made me cringe a little, and Heather even bragged to Deb about how I usually give her “amazing backrubs” after she gets home from work. Deb seemed impressed but I couldn’t wait to change the subject.

The next morning, my wife had to go to work (she could only get two days off for the visit) and I was staying home to finish a graphic design project on my computer in the bedroom.

I got up to take a shower while Deb was still asleep in the guestroom. While I was in there, I heard the door open.
“Hello?” I asked, over the sound of the shower running.
Deb’s voice replied “Oh it’s just me, I have to pee. Hope you don’t mind!”
I froze. I instantly became *very* aware of the fact that I was completely naked, standing less than three feet away from my wife’s *mother*! Worse yet, [the shower curtain was translucent like this one](https://media.istockphoto.com/photos/naked-man-showering-behind-clear-curtain-picture-id108221371)!
“Uh… okay?” I stammered. I didn’t know what else to say. She couldn’t see me *clearly*, probably? I didn’t know for sure. But at the very least she could see the outline of my naked body at my most vulnerable!
“Oh don’t worry dear, I won’t stare and I won’t be long! Just pretend I’m not even here.” she sounded honestly completely unperturbed by this situation, like it was the most normal thing in the world. I heard her sit down.
“Uh, alright I guess. Good morning, by the way!” I said, as I couldn’t help but listen to her peeing. So here’s my mother in law, pants down to her ankles, bare ass in the same room as me while I’m showering.
She hung around and made small talk for longer than I expected, while I continued to wash myself off. I started to notice that I was getting more comfortable with this. It was a little bit thrilling even!
I started to make sure my front was facing her most of the time, wondering if she could see my junk. Wondering if she was *trying* to. *Hoping* she was.
Eventually I finished up. “Uh, Deb? I’m gonna get out now.”
“Oh okay dear, I’m finished too.” she replied, still in the room.
“Okay, let me rephrase.” I laughed. “I’m coming out. I’m naked. Unless you wanna get a free show you gotta get out of here!”
She laughed “Ooooh.. sorry! Say no more, I’m gone!”
She scooted out and closed the door behind her.

After I was dressed, everything was fine again. She told me she just lost track of time and enjoyed the company, and hoped it didn’t bother me. I told her it was fine and that I found it funny.
I told Heather about it later.
“No way! She did *not!*” she half-seriously shouted.
“Yup, that is *exactly* how it went down. Ask her! Your mom is something else…”
“Oh my god” she blushed and chuckled a little “I can’t even. She is just too much.”

The rest of the day went pretty normal. We all went out to dinner later on and had a nice time. The next morning, while Heather was at work again, Deb went out for her morning jog while I worked in my room. She came back sweating head to toe (this was summertime) and went straight to the bathroom in my room.
“Hey dear, I’m going to take a shower now. You gonna need the bathroom? I might be a while.”
I appreciated the thoughtful warning. “Nah, knock yourself out. I’m good.”
I was a little distracted while working, knowing she was showering right there. Why was she getting to me so much? I thought. Why did I care that she was showering not 15′ away from me? This is *not weird*. Stop making it weird, I thought to myself. It’s not like she’s inviting me in there or anything.
“Dear, could you grab me a towel? I forgot to bring one in!”
I gulped. “…alright, be right there…”
I reached into the room blindly, knowing full well she couldn’t reach it.
“Come on, don’t be shy. You can’t see me through all this steam anyway.”
I opened my eyes and walked in. It wasn’t nearly as steamy as I was expecting! I couldn’t help but glance at her through the translucent curtain, and I could see her naked body somewhat clearly ([kinda like this!](https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fmedia.istockphoto.com%2Fphotos%2Fnude-woman-in-shower-behind-clear-curtain-picture-id108221261&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.istockphoto.com%2Fphoto%2Fnude-woman-in-shower-behind-clear-curtain-gm108221261-7611403&docid=-4qD75WX7gQC9M&tbnid=TxFKHctx4jYtSM%3A&vet=10ahUKEwihztaBq-TeAhXEqFkKHeOSBkUQMwhkKC8wLw..i&w=683&h=1024&client=opera&bih=939&biw=1920&q=naked%20woman%20in%20shower%20behind%20curtain&ved=0ahUKEwihztaBq-TeAhXEqFkKHeOSBkUQMwhkKC8wLw&iact=mrc&uact=8))

She reached out from behind the curtain and I handed her the towel, which she used to wipe her eyes and then hung on the rack next to the shower.
Once she thanked me and pulled her head back in I couldn’t help but stare. I could just barely see the dark spots of her nipples and a little patch of bush! Adrenaline pumped through my veins suddenly; I was having a rush I hadn’t felt in a long time. My jaw dropped and I was just kinda frozen in place.
“You still there, dear?” she asked, in a friendly tone.
“Uh.. yeah, sorry I’ll go.”
“No, wait! I have to tell you about what happened during my jog…”
I stayed and made small talk, all the while just staring straight at her. I was literally right next to her, like within arm’s reach! I knew I should’ve left the room, but she just made it seem so *normal*.

Obviously it wasn’t normal, for me, and I wasn’t going to be jerking off nightly to how *normal* this was.

Eventually she turned the water off, and I took my cue to leave. I went back out to my computer to pretend to work and just kind mentally process what was going on here.
She came out and laid down on the bed face down.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m gonna need one of those famous back rubs. Just do me a favor and start with my sore legs and work your way up.”

Alright. At this point she’s flirting, maybe even seducing me, right? But I went along with it. Didn’t know what else to do, and was honestly more excited about this than I thought I’d be.
My voice almost cracked when I said “okay.”
She was face-down under the towel and had opened it up under her body so it still covered her from just below her shoulders to just below her ass.

I sat on the bed next to her and bent her leg upward to rub her foot and calf, and she seemed to love this. The muscles in her leg were pretty tight so she really did need it. I worked my way up both legs bit by bit, eventually ending midway up her thighs. I was still sitting on the edge of the bed at this point so the angle wasn’t great, and she asked me to stand behind her *between her legs* so I could reach the thighs better.. or something like that? She scooted herself forward onto the bed, up to about her knees, then pulled the towel up a little bit so it didn’t cover quite so much of her legs.
So I stepped between her knees, bent down and started working the thighs. She moved around to get herself comfortable at one point, and then it happened.
I was bent down, really leaning into a deep massage on her upper thigh with both hands, with my face maybe 2 feet away from her ass, when I noticed that her towel had ridden up just high enough that it was no longer covering her all the way.
I was face to face with her pussy. There it was, in all its glory. Outer lips nice and plump, inner labia just barely peaking through, and a decently engorged clitoris sticking out and just waiting to be teased. Close enough that If I wanted to, I could just move my hand a few inches and brush it. Tease it. Slide my finger into it. Lean down and *Taste it*.

I wanted to do all of those things, but I didn’t. This was too much. I snapped out of it. I pulled away, tugged the towel downward, and started to stammer.
“I uh.. um, I’m sorry-” I started to stutter.
She laughed it off. “Oh did my towel ride up and give you a show? Sorry about that! Didn’t mean to-”
I cut her off. “I’m sorry, I think I have to.. uh.. I gotta go.”
I just panic-walked to the bathroom happened to look back while I shut the door, and saw her sitting up on the bed topless and staring confusedly in my direction.
I turned on the fan and jerked off like I’d never done before.

We never spoke of this again, and after that things were a little awkward but not too bad. Eventually life went back to normal.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9yzpfa/mf_my_motherinlaw_came_to_visit_and_i_learned_the