Mother-In-Law Sex Pt 2, Grandmother Love

Mother-in-Law Sex, Pt2: Grandmother
After our first encounter, that very pleasant sex together in the bathroom, I guess both of us were unsure how to behave in the days after, especially when my wife and sister-in-law were there to again make us into a Family of 4.
I decided to try and be as natural as possible, though perhaps my wife wondered why I didn’t attempt love-making as often as previously, her rebuffs so constant these days and nights that I truly did promise myself I would become celibate!
Well, celibate with my wife, but to be natural with Mae, my mother-in-law, meant the very next morning, with the girls gone to work, I walked up behind her as she faced the stove cooking breakfast, encircled her nightie-clad waist and lightly nuzzled the back of her neck through her freshly-washed hair. She shivered and gave a sigh, and my cock jumped in my shorts towards her voluptuous behind. See: all natural so far!
I didn’t push matters, though my prick did as she leaned back into me; I eased back and just told her what we had done yesterday wasn’t wrong – not if we had both felt pleasure, and I had. She sighed and agreed.
I allowed my hands to lightly brush over her raised nipples, kissed her neck again, then eased away to let her continue cooking, while I went up the street to buy my newspaper.
Mae was upstairs in her own room, eating and watching her TV series when I returned, so routine took over as I opened a beer and settled down to read my paper.
By the end of the news and sports section, before turning to the business, my mind had begun to wander, reliving moments from yesterday, and this morning’s feel of big, sensual breasts under the silky nightie. They were beautiful breasts, almost the mother clone of my wife’s/her daughter’s – perhaps not so strangely.
In turn, Mae’s were a smaller clone of her own mother’s, and my thoughts led to the memories of feeling those big melon-sized smooth breasts some months before….and …doing other things remembered so well, re-awakening yearnings best left in the countryside………………
(6 months ago…) My grandmother-in-law, Pai, was about 66 years old, her husband long since passed away. She lived in the countryside, and we, the city family, took infrequent weekend trips there. I love the countryside, always have, and one time we visited my wife, knowing I wanted to move from the city one day, insisted I stay on for a week extra while the 3 of them went home to work (my mother-in-law was still working at this time).
I happily agreed, as I had no pressing need to go home, unemployed as I was, and eager to embrace the country life for a few days. Grandmother seemed also keen to have me stay there; she often had one or other of her daughters come and stay, but this week she would have been alone, so perhaps I could help her and be useful. In more ways than one it transpired!
In one’s own home in much of Asia, not wearing a shirt is ok, but not acceptable when go out in public. Pai insisted I didn’t need my shirt in her house, just shorts as she knew I wore in my own home. In turn, she always wore a wrap-around skirt, and a loose shirt, her very large breasts jiggling with every move – ah, yes, I had noticed previously. They sagged a little, well they did appear pretty heavy to have carried around for so many years, but actually quite upright for her age I thought. (Must be a family trait, as her daughter’s and her granddaughter’s were also well upright). Pai’s nipples must be large, as they were always poking out the material of her shirts.
We ate dinner outside in the cool of the evening, after the others had left for the drive home. Pai washed the dishes while I tidied, then I showered and watched a little TV while Pai, in turn, took her shower.
She came out from the bathroom, just a thin towel wrapped around, her long hair let down, almost waist length, ready for sleep – country-style: early to bed, early to rise.
I said I would close the doors, clean my teeth, and turn off everything, and also go to bed. Pai smiled, gave me a very un-Asian, totally unexpected, peck on the cheek, and headed up the stairs to the bedrooms. She was only half-way to the first landing, with me watching her go, admiring her hair, her shapely legs, tall and still-sensuous body swaying under the towel, when that towel fell off and dropped down backwards a few stairs!
A frozen few seconds as my eyes stared at what had been a towel-covered rear end suddenly turned into a really sexy bottom, the crack leading down and then opening as she rather slowly bent over, thinking the towel would be at her feet; in spreading her legs and bending, she succeeded (if that was her objective) in showing me a pair of protruding pussy lips, and her pink rosebud. My cock reacted and jumped into hardness in my shorts.
This made me jump also, jump up and run (slowly) to get her towel; as I stooped, picked it up to reach and hand to her, eyes trying and failing to avert their direction, I found she had turned around, descended 2 steps waiting for me. This meant my face, when I rose back up, was staring right at her pussy! A full thatch of brown/grey hair faced me, tantalizingly rather hiding the lips behind, but such a sexy sight.
She leaned down allowing those pendulous boobs to loll in front of my face, as she reached a hand out for her towel. “Sorry…” I mumbled, “I didn’t mean to stare Pai…”
“It’s ok, we’re family in this house, and you’re just like a son” she softly cooed, as she retrieved her towel from my hand, trailing her fingertips across my fingers in doing so. I shivered, mesmerized by guilty thoughts and sights, and marveling still at the most beautiful, 66y.o. female body I had ever seen, a body capable of turning me into a drooling, cock-throbbing, speechless teenager!
Pai seductively (it seemed to me) wrapped the towel around herself, smiled so sexily, whispered a “good night son” as she caressed a hand across my cheek, and resumed that fluid sway of her body as she continued up the stairs.
Like an automaton, I turned off the TV as I picked up speed, heading for the bathroom, where I poured some liquid soap into my hand and just had to jack off to the pictures in my head before they disappeared. I came with such intense feelings I had to sit on the toilet seat to compose myself, to stop the erotic words emanating from my mouth as I relived Pai’s body open –inviting? – right there in front of me minutes ago.
Somewhat dazed, I stood, cleaned my dick and my teeth, made sure lights off and doors locked, then climbed the stairs to my bedroom.
Country nights are cool and I could only find a thin sheet as covering as I stripped off my shorts and laid on the bed, thoughts and images crowding my mind as I told myself to go to sleep. But the cold was invasive – until Pai appeared in the doorway, said “You’re cold, come with me” and reached down for my hand, pulling the sheet off at the same time…”Wait Pai! I don’t have any clothe…” She ignored my warning, pulled me up and led me straight across the hallway to her room, where she pushed me down and onto her bed, climbed in beside me, pulled her warm covers up, then cuddled and gently kissed me as a mother/grandmother to a child.
Except I am not a child, and the warmth and eroticism of it all soon roused my body all over, including my dick. Pai must have felt it, she rolled over and reached back to pull my body into a spooning position against her back, holding my right hand and then draping it across her chest to grasp her left breast.
I was in shock, she must have known that; she snuggled in and whispered “It has been so long since I had a man cuddle me, and it feels so nice to have you here. Don’t worry, we’re family, and families can share: everything.” Within a moment, any bad thoughts I might have been having dissolved, replaced by a sense of bonding with this wonderful, sensuous older lady lying with her sexy body here in my arms.