14 YEARS OF WAITING FOR MY MOTHER-IN-LAW

The events of this story take place over the course of 14 years and culminated just recently in a way I could never have imagined. 14 years ago I married my lovely wife Shawna. It was a classic love story and still is I guess. Shawna is drop dead gorgeous, a true milf, she stands 5’3”with very large natural breasts an angelic face, jet black hair, porcelain skin and an unbelievable ass. She looks just about the same as when I married her. I am a very lucky guy.

After courting Shawna for a few months she announced it was time to meet her family. She had already shared many of the familiar family secrets. I knew her mother was recently divorced. She had told me that she only married Tom for the money and the stability that came with it. Her mother had grown up very poor, with little stability in her life. She had become pregnant with my wife at the age of only sixteen and had two more children with Shawna’s loser father before she was 21. She longed for the stability that money could bring. But, she was an attractive woman and Tom was an unattractive and boring man. They were together eight years when she couldn’t take it anymore and wanted to be free.

I will never forget meeting her mother, Jane, for the first time. Jane was making dinner for my future wife and siblings and wanted to meet this new mystery man she was dating. When I finally met her mother and sister it was clear that they all shared the same great genes. Her mother was only 40 years old when I met her that night. She was roughly the same height as my wife, but she had dyed her hair blond. She was the same shape and size as Shawna only Jane didn’t receive the gift of large natural breasts. You could see that the 40 years had been hard on her. She had some wrinkles here and there, but overall there was an indescribable sexiness to Jane. At the time, like most men I guess, I gave her a good look and thought she was attractive and that was that. I didn’t have any overt sexual thoughts toward her, after all, I was still in the honeymoon phase of my courtship with Shawna.

As the years went by I found myself becoming more intrigued with Jane. I think the stories my wife shared with me didn’t help the cause. I once asked her how it was that Jane was able to stay in Tom’s house while Tom moved into an apartment all the while making the house payment for Jane. It couldn’t have been alimony payments because shortly after their divorce Tom’s business fell apart and he had petitioned to have the payments lowered. In fact, all he could afford was that little apartment and I suspected it was because he was still making a payment on his old house. She confided in me that her mother would let Tom come over and have sex with her every so often so she could stay in the house. I commented that she told us she was repulsed by Tom, but my wife said her mother could do things like that for money. I didn’t believe her so she went on to tell me that before she met Tom she would sometimes let the manager of her apartment get some too when she couldn’t come up with the rent. Stories like this sparked a strange desire in me for Jane. A woman who looked and acted so innocent yet was willing to trade sex for money, which I later learned was really just stability. She craved stability because of her horrible experiences growing up in a divorced family with a drunk father who never took care of his family.

As time went on, I found myself innocently flirting with Jane. Nothing crazy just some comments about how good she looked and so on. One night we were all having dinner at a nice restaurant. After more than a few glasses of wine I slipped off my shoe and searched out Jane’s foot under the table. At first she thought someone had just accidentally bumped her. But I ran my foot up her calf while staring at her. At this point she looked me in the eyes and realized what I was doing. She gave me an awkward smile and moved her leg away. The next morning when I sobered up I regretted being so bold and realized that my fantasies for Jane were getting out of control and I needed to cool it down.

A few years later, Jane met another wealthy man whom she adored. They married and she seemed to be content. At this point, Jane was always in the back of my mind. When I saw her my desire would peak and then die down until the next time. Then something interesting happened.

While at Jane and her new husband Mike’s house for a party, I received a text from my business partner about an important email that was urgent. I asked Jane if there was a computer I could use and she showed me where it was and left me to my business. While answering the email I couldn’t help but notice a piece of paper that had Jane’s email address and what looked like her password. The thought of having access to her email account and maybe some secrets was too tempting of an opportunity to pass up.