Mother-In-Law Sex Pt 3, Neighbour Lady Love

Mother-in-Law Sex, Pt3: Neighbour Lady Love
After that first week making love with my wife’s wonderful grandmother, followed 6 months later by that very pleasant sex with my mother-in-law, I no longer bothered my wife; she seemed to have lost all desire for any sex – in fact, I wondered if she had a boyfriend somewhere, or a girlfriend, as I knew she had previously had a lesbian relationship for several years before me. She seemed contented enough, so I was fine with whatever.

Mae, my mother-in-law, now lived around the corner, in a house young sister-in-law, Nui, had bought; it was 2 minutes walk between our houses. With my wife and her sister at work 6 days, Mae and I both retired it seemed (well, neither of us had found a suitable new position), it was easy for Mae to pop around during the day if she felt in need of anything: she came rather regularly!
Sometimes she arrived, it seemed, within moments of her 2 daughters driving off to work at 0700; she had a key to our house and I would be woken with a mouth under the bedcover on my also woken prick. I wasn’t comfortable the first time she wanted sex in the bed I shared with my wife, so when I woke at her ministrations, we took to crossing the hall to the spare bedroom – “our bedroom” Mae called it – and continued there. Pai was a lover; Mae just wanted Sex, unbridled, orgasm-inducing any-which-way SEX. It seemed reasonable for me to comply, and help where I could in this, our family, so I did.

(I need to digress for a few lines: after my stay with Pai, grandmother of my wife, mother to my mother-in-law, Mae had slept most of the trip home from Pai’s country home, to ours in the city, her head on a pillow on my lap, and a hand under the pillow cuddling my prick. She made a few comments that let me know she saw something between Pai and I, something which suggested the week I spent there had also involved a close, personal bonding between Pai and I.
She was right of course; Mae’s lonely 66y.o. mother had become my lover-extraordinaire, and I loved her deeply. We made love everywhere and anywhere, with tenderness, and with abandon, with recklessness, and multiple times with multiple orgasms – Pai had been alone for many, many years, and seemed to have much catching up she wanted to do, while I was in an essentially sexless marriage yet still with desires.)

Pai was a lover, a wonderful all-giving woman of love, and I gave back with my own love; Mae has a boyfriend, had for some 12 years but never a word of marriage (her husband, the 2 girls’ father died long ago), but what Mae wanted from me was raw sex from a larger cock.
I gave her what she wanted, when she wanted, but never chased her.
The family was devastated when Pai died shortly thereafter. I wept more tears than others perhaps, for I had known her in a special way, and as I wai’d my respects to her at the cremation Wat, and on the mourning days thereafter, I hoped that somehow her spirit was a little happier after knowing me, as surely as I was uplifted knowing her in my life.

Some months later, after the first 100 days of mourning Pai had ended, during which time Mae had not sought my company, I was sitting outside one morning reading my paper and drinking a beer – routine re-established.
I heard the distinctive sound of a blind person’s cane tapping its way down our small street; I didn’t look up until the tapping stopped, then heard the lady with the cane ask:” are you the foreigner who lives in this street?” She must have sensed my presence somehow.
I couldn’t answer for some moments, so dumbstruck was I. She was the very image – maybe a virtual image – of Pai, here at my gate!
“Yes, yes I am a foreigner” I stammered as, at the sound and direction of my voice, she turned and tapped her way to the gate.