I guess I just love older women [Part 3] [Cheating] [MF]

Alright, so last I left off I had just taken Cheryl, my mother in law, over the desk in my office and pumped her full before sending her on her merry way.

We went downstairs and it was just the dog mooching around. Cheryl went to the bathroom to get cleaned up and then left before anyone else returned home. That was the initial story she gave, so it was just as well she had the time to clear out. I went back to bed and Stranger Things. Something something nothing is stranger then having a cock wet with your mother in laws pussy juices.

Cheryl texted from the road that she had to pull over and “deal with an issue” — along with a pic. Looks like I had really pumped her full.

In the coming days we developed a protocol to talk via a texting app, with fake names for each other. That way, if one person got caught (read: me) it wouldn’t implicate the other. This enabled us both to be more free with our language.

I guess I just love older women [Part 2] [MF] [Cheating]

So I’m back. Check my history for Part 1.

Since I last posted, things have progressed, and tamed, and ramped back up. I’ll try to get to it all.

After the blowjob, things got a little weird. She didn’t come over for a while, and it was hard to tell if she regretted what had happened, or if she thought I did. To be frank, it was super on edge. Was she going to say something? Had she found Jesus and now she was going to confess her sins and all would be revealed? What was going on? Should I text her? Should I say something to my wife that she should invite her mother over? Jesus Christ, this is why you don’t let your mother in law suck you off, you god damn idiot!

Well, thankfully, after a few months of not seeing her, a visit was planned. I didn’t have to bring it up, I didn’t have to ask, and Cheryl was on her way. She’d be coming on Saturday and we’d all go to a music festival in town. Hokay.

I guess I just love older women [MF] [cheating] [MIL]

Truth be told, there is nothing to “guess” about here — I know I’ve always loved older women.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my wife as well. She is a fit, big breasted brunette that never fails to turn heads. Her *mother* though!

My mother in law is a little bit taller than my wife, maybe 5’6, and thin. She isn’t fit as much as she is just one of those women that hit the genetic lottery and has remained slender throughout her life; at 55, she could easily pass for 45. She is divorced and lives alone, and in the years prior to this story she had undergone something of a metamorphosis. Call it a mid life crisis or her finding herself, she suddenly started dressing in skin tight jeans and revealing tops.

It all started with a vintage Mustang.