Seducing My Mother-in-Law

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Grace's brother Rob seduces his busty mother-in-law.
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As a reminder, my name is Grace. I am the writer of all the entries in this running journal, it is my photo of my bio, and it is with regards to my own life and experiences most of the stories recorded here relate. A year ago I visited my younger brother Robert for the holidays and during the time renewed my associations with his wife Anita and his mother-in-law Chantal, who all live together. Anita's mother is a lovely lady, and together they are an evidently very warm and happy family. I could tell that Robert was very happy and satisfied with his life, and always seemed very calm and pleasant when the women in his family were around.

One night Robert and I had some alone time and so we enjoyed a bottle of wine on the backyard deck. As the evening wore on and the wine continued to flow Robert would ultimately confess to me the reasons for his great satisfaction with his life. I recall for you here the story my brother disclosed to me of the joys and pleasures that he had found with his new family.

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My wife Anita and I met at university. As you know, we fell in love, and upon graduation were married. I was 24, and she was 22. A beautiful woman, I loved her classic Italian features. Her long dark thick hair, her pouty lips and large dark eyes, her well curved chest, hips and thighs. She was absolutely perfect for me, both physically and emotionally, and I welcomed the many years together we would share in our married life. I of course had met her family previously. Her parents were a warm and happy couple, her father Angelo having worked construction and her mother, Chantal, being a lifelong housewife. In the years that Anita and I dated something unfortunately occurred between her parents and they became divorced, with Anita's father leaving the family home to her mother.

On the day of our wedding, all the family gathered, and while the tension between her divorced parents was obvious, all interactions remained civil. My bride looked stunning in her wedding dress, her natural beauty magnified by the evening, her attire and the mood of the event. As well I could not help myself from noticing her Mother's natural charms. I had only ever seen her dressed as the conservative housewife. But tonight, presented at her finest, with her long black hair done up, professionally applied make-up, her long black evening gown, and her high heels, I saw how beautiful this women in her early 40's truly was. She was shorter than her daughter Anita, at 5'3", and a bit heavier, with broader hips, but not appreciably so, especially considering her age. But her main attraction, which she had always kept so well concealed during our previous encounters, was her ample bosom. Permitted to escape the enclave of her home, in a public setting Chantal exhibited to the world the voluptuousness of her body, with her ample cleavage clearly exposed. In fact, I found myself spending much of my wedding day simply resisting the urge to look at my new mother-in-law, particularly at the exposed flesh beneath her chin.

I danced twice with Anita's mother and holding Chantal around the waist her warm body felt like heaven in my arms. I could not help looking down at the exposed heavy cleavage only inches from my face. With her smiling up at me with her painted lips, with my hand able to feel the curvature of her back as it molded toward her ass, and with her boobs jiggling before me, I imagined her on her knees sucking my cock, clutching those big soft tits in my hands while giving them a good hard tit fuck, and of her raising her gown over her hips and bending over a chair to give me an excellent view of her curvaceous butt. Having to struggle to suppress my hard-on while dancing with Anita's mother and sister, I did however decide right then and there, on my wedding night, that I would conspire will all my charms, will and persuasion to make her my lover.

My goal was facilitated by my new step-mother offering Anita and myself the option of staying at her house until we saved up enough money to put a down payment on our own home. Chantal said that she had plenty of room in the house now with Monica attending private school in another State, and that she would actually appreciate the company, as the house seemed too big and lonely now. Anita and I had discussed the advantages of not having to pay rent for an apartment, which would allow us to save for our down payment much more quickly, and so we accepted Chantal's offer, taking Anita's old bedroom upstairs.

Anita had trained at University as a nurse, and soon had a job at the local hospital. She was required to work very long hours, usually starting early in the morning and often not returning home until supper time. She also had to work shift-work, sometimes working afternoons or through the night. I on the other hand had taken engineering and was now enrolled in a Master's program. I was paid a reasonable salary for the position, which involves helping the professor with Teacher Assistant (TA) duties, but the program was relatively undemanding on my time, typically requiring going to the University for courses and to perform research only a couple of days a week. Much was literature reviews and homework, which didn't require leaving the home. Thus, I found myself having a great deal of time alone with Chantal.

Chantal and I would spend mornings together, drinking coffee and chatting about our lives. We would also often go for long jogs as exercise, or go shopping together. We soon became well acquainted, getting along very well. She also became more casual in her dress style, often wearing tight jeans, or short skirts, and wearing low cut tops, T-shirts or sweaters without a bra. I made sure to keep my eyes away from her body when she could see me, but I certainly could not resist checking her out in detail when the opportunity presented itself. Her butt was well rounded in her jeans, and her legs were shapely under her skirts. Sneaking in her room I checked one of her bras for size. She was a 42 DD, much, much larger than my wife's 34 B cup. I watched Chantal's breasts jiggle under her sweaters when she walked or as they press hard against her T-shirt, and I frequently masturbated trying to imagine how those large breasts would feel in my hands, or wrapped around my cock.

Now that I had earned Chantal's friendship and trust, I had to figure out how to get her naked and into bed. Despite how beautiful and sensual she was, I knew that Chantal was a very lonely lady, and without a man in her life, I also knew that her body must ache with sexual desire. So I decided to let her decide when to approach me. Chantal typically woke up before me, while Anita had already risen and gone to work. And I also knew that Saturday was wash day, and Chantal did the bedsheets and other laundry on that day. When I laid in the bed too long she had come in before and simply stripped the bedsheets off of me, leaving me laying there in my PJ's. "Wake up lazy head and help me remove these sheets." She had said. So that Saturday I deliberately stayed in bed late until she came to whip off the sheets. I had a trick planned though. I had slept in the buff. I did weights and exercised quite a bit and I thought she might enjoy looking at my naked body.

When she pulled off the sheets I just laid there on my back, with my hands and arms folded behind my head, pretending to still be asleep. I heard her gasp. I waited with my eyes closed for her further reaction but there was none. She seemed to just be standing over me. Opening my eyes I looked up and her and said "Oh, Good morning Chantal."

She just stood there, with her mouth gaping open, looking up and down my body. "I, I, I am so sorry Rob, I didn't know, it wasn't on purpose, I was just getting the bedsheets ready for cleaning." She finally stuttered out. I looked down as if just realizing for the first time that I was naked and exposed. I noticed my cock was not limp, but semi-rigid, and though I don't have an overly large penis, it certainly is sufficient to have pleased all the women in my life, and even in its semi-rigid state seemed to have transfixed Chantal's eyes upon it. She added "I am so sorry Rob, I shouldn't have seen you this way. This is so embarrassing, what will Anita say?"

"Oh, now don't worry Chantal, this is nothing. Just a little nudity." I said, sitting up on the bed. "You are my mother-in-law, so we are like family, and family sees one another naked from time to time. Absolutely no harm done. And as for Anita, we simply won't tell her, will we. Just our little secret." I finished as I stood up before her, held her shoulders and gave her a little kiss upon her soft cheek, and then slowly walked out of the room toward the bathroom.

After my shower I put on a pair of tight jeans and a muscle shirt and sat with Chantal to drink our morning coffee. I deliberately stroked myself before pulling up my jeans to ensure I had a fairly pronounced bulge showing. Chantal blushed when she saw me enter the room, and I noticed her eyes fixated on my crotch as I crossed the kitchen floor walking toward her. "Are you still embarrassed by what happened earlier?" I teased, and putting my hand on her shoulder and kissing her on the cheek again I said "Please, let's just forget it, no big deal at all really." After that she seemed more relaxed as we drank coffee and chatted. Afterward I helped her go shopping and while she wore the skirt and blouse she often wore, I thought that she seemed more youthful and bubbly in her movements, with her hips dancing as she walked, drawing my eyes to her ass, and her legs seemed to be parted wider as she drove the car, giving me a more welcoming view of her silky calves and her soft thighs.

That night when Anita came home nothing was said of the earlier proceedings of the day and her mother seemed relaxed and comfortable chatting with us together. I had successfully made my first move. The next day I went to the University and did not get to spend any time with Chantal but the following day I had off. I was about to hatch the next stage of my plan. Taking my shower when I heard Chantal begin cleaning the house, I only left the bathroom when I heard her in the hallway outside. I had stroked myself while I waited for her to be in the area to ensure that I had a good rigid hard-on. I left the bathroom completely naked and with a towel on my head, drying my hair, and simultaneously, limiting my view. Again, I heard Chantal gasp, more loudly this time than the day before. Dropping my towel from my head I pretended to be shocked, finding myself standing only a few feet from her while she held her duster in her hand.

"Oh my God, Chantal, I thought I heard you go out of the house and that I was alone. Oh my, this is so embarrassing!" I exclaimed, but made no effort to cover my body or my hard-on, letting the towel fall to the floor. We just stood there for what seemed like an eternity as she looked up into my eyes, and then down at my raging hard-on, and then back to my face.

This time Chantal recovered the situation. "No problem Rob, as you said, family sometimes sees other family nude, no big deal. I won't tell Anita that you walked in front of your mother-in-law with a woody!" She teased, with a discernable giggle in her voice. I walked to my room and then turned back around toward her to give her another view of my penis.

"I am really truly sorry, Chantal, this is really so embarrassing." I said, noticing her eyes once again drifting up and down between my face and my hard-on, as I closed the door between us.

We had agreed the day before to go jogging together today, and I changed into my jogging shorts and a T-shirt and was the first downstairs, so I made the coffee. Sitting at the table with two cups poured, I couldn't help but stare when Chantal entered the kitchen. Where she typically wore a baggy light sweater and jogging pants when we went out, today she was wearing a pair of spandex tights and a tight T-shirt. The curves of her lovely legs and ass were evident through the tight material and I could even make out a bit of camel toe between her thighs. Her heavy breasts could be seen crushed together under her T-shirt, and it was obvious that she wore no bra today. I must have blushed as I stared at her voluptuous figure as she approached me, as when he came before me at the table she kissing me on the cheek said "And who is shy today?" She teased "Rob, it is alright, I am your mother-in-law, so it doesn't matter if on occasion I happen to see your naked body or your hard penis, it is really no big deal." She finished, kissing me once again upon the cheek.

I finished my coffee, trying not to stare at her chest, as we chatted about nothing in particular. Then leaving the house we began our warm up jog to the park. Once there we began our stretching to prepare for the more vigorous portion of our jog. I swear than Chantal was deliberately teasing me. She would bend over deep in her stretch, more deeply than normal, showing me her ass sticking out behind her in her tight spandex. She did wide leg stretches, forcing the material into her pussy, exhibiting before my eyes a beautiful deep camel toe. And she did jumping jacks, which she had never done before, which caused her heavy breasts to heave and bounce upon her chest, my eyes watching the jiggling dancing of her soft round flesh. Watching her made my raging hard-on return and walking up to me she stared down and then said to me "You really have to get rid of that stiffy sometime today Robert," She said "Or you are going to keep drawing a lot of undesirable attention to us." Looking down I noticed my cock had made a tent out of my shorts and I covered myself shyly. Jogging along after that my hard-on bounced up and down in my shorts, keeping time with my eyes as they checked out Chantal's large chest bouncing about under her T-shirt.

The next few days I spend at the University or at home together with Anita and her mom, so Chantal and I had little opportunity to interact on a personal basis. Though I did notice that Chantal had taken to wearing more revealing clothing now through the day. And at night, after Anita had already gone to bed and I was preparing to do the same, Chantal also made no qualms of letting me see her is her sexy little nightie as she also headed off to her room to sleep. The nightie left her legs completely bare and exposed a substantial amount of her heavy cleavage. Her legs were not slender, but neither were they chubby. Her voluptuous thighs bore the fleshiness of a woman in her 40's, and seemed to beg me to give them long wet kisses. Seeing me in the hallway she turned and approached me. Standing before me, offering me a beautiful close view of her breasts, barely covered by the thin material of the nightie, she reminded me that tomorrow was both laundry day and a jogging day and so not to tire myself out too much that night. Giving me a warm kiss upon my cheek she wished me sweet dreams and turned to walk back to her room, offering me an amazing view of her pretty swaying ass.

The next morning Anita woke early to start her shift and I remained in bed, waiting for Chantal to enter my room, as I suspected she would. On cue, Chantal came into the room in search of the bedsheets. Still wearing her nightie from the evening before she began to move about the room, picking up clothing that needing cleaning. Bending over deeply facing away from me, she offered me a wonderful view of her full legs and the lower cheeks of her ass beneath her exposed panties. Then bending over toward me, her heavy breasts hung down fully through the light material of her nightie, offering me a perfect view of those large hanging globes of flesh. I had to resist the urge to reach out and scoop up a big handful of soft tit. Bending over before me repeatedly, my eyes full of the sight of her wonderful soft well rounded body, my cock grew thick and hard, and ached to be stroked. Her teasing me seemed to have been deliberately intended to cause this reaction, as once she saw the tent growing under the covers she came over to me and whipped off the bed sheet. I just laid there on the bed, looking up at Chantal, fully naked and with my cock as hard as it could be. She was staring at my cock intently. Her eyes then roamed up to meet mine, and then returned to my cock.

Then she sat beside me, and stroking my hair said "Robert, my dear fellow, we cannot be going jogging today with you have this raging hard-on again the whole time, it is just not appropriate." She looked me in the eyes, and then her eyes returned to my penis. Her hand rose upward as if it were going to reach out and grab me around my dick, but then softly settled on my chest. "We are going to have to do something about this hard penis Robert before we go jogging." She teased.

"What can I do about it?" I inquired.

"Well, I am sure you have masturbated before. You are just going to have to stroke it and jerk yourself off first."

"Whaaaa." I uttered

"Oh, now don't tell me that you are shy Robert." She further teased. "I know that young men jerk off all the time. And I am your mother-in-law, so you can do it in front of me. I need to stay and watch to make sure that you properly take care of the situation you understand, to ensure I am not embarrassed later by you running about the town with a stiff pecker under your shorts." Taking my hand in hers, she carefully placed my hand onto my cock and used her fingers to wrap my fingers around my stiffy. "There you go Robert, you just show mother how you like your big hard cock played with."

I started to rub my cock, lifting it high and stroking its full length. The hand she had positioned my own hand with now rested on my thigh, and I watched her face as she stroked my legs and stared at my engorged cock. Her expression was one of lust, and I thought she might even be drooling a little as she watching me stroking my own member. Though little time had passed, she looked me in the eyes and said "It is taking you a long time to cum Robert, perhaps you need a little help." And with this her hand rose from my legs and she cupped her delicate fingers around my balls. She began to squeeze and pull at my balls, making me moan and causing my cock to throb and pulsate. "Oh yes, I remember, boys love their balls squeezed as they stroke their stiffy's, don't they dear." She cooed.

"God yes Chantal, I love it!" I exclaimed, the tone in my voice begging for more.

"Call me Mother, my dear boy." She said as she leaned forward and kissed me gently upon the lips.

"Yes mother, squeeze my balls mother." I pleaded.

"Good boy." She said. "And what else do you need for stimulation to make you cum?" she asked. I just stared at her, not knowing of her meaning, as I stroked my dick and enjoyed her hand around my balls. "Well I couldn't help but notice you staring at Mother's tits as I bent over to pick up clothes. Perhaps it was even my hanging boobs that got you hard in the first place." She said teasingly with a little giggle. "Do you need to see mother's breasts to help you to cum darling?" She asked.

Nodding my head at this suggestion she pulled the loose material of her nightie down from around her breasts, and soon her fully exposed tits hung only inches from my face. They were truly the most magnificent breasts I had ever seen. My wife has nice breasts, small and perky. But these were incredible, too perfect for words to even hope to describe. I saw for the first time how heavy and pendulous 42 DD's were, the weight of her exposed boobs clearly straining the flesh of her upper chest. Despite their size, they were round and plump, perfectly proportioned, their flesh a milky soft white. Hanging heavy under their weight, these most magnificent of boobs were capped by two large light brown nipples. The aureoles were more than two inches across, while her rigid nipples were much the size and shape of a pencil eraser.