Mother-in-law wars

EVERYONE IN THE STORY IS EIGHTEEN OR OLDER.

I have been married to Karen for twenty-five wonderful years, and I knew the first time I saw her that I wanted her for my wife. She was seventeen at the time and a senior in high school. I was twenty and just starting my sophomore year at one of the local Universities. Her beauty took my breath away. She was a tall, lean blond with sky blue eyes. At first glance, I guessed her height to be around 5’ 6,” and she weighed maybe 120 to 125. The most noteworthy thing I noticed was her marvelous rack. There again, it was just a guess, but I was reasonably sure they were at least 36Cs.

When I saw her that first day, I wanted to scoop her up in my arms and smother her with kisses. However, I was the strikeout king when it came to approaching a beautiful woman. I had spent my entire freshman year at college, learning how to approach the opposite sex successfully. I was turned down numerous times by some of the most beautiful girls on campus. Through trial and error, I had perfected a reasonably successful approach. It wasn’t 100%, but my chances had increased significantly. I took a deep breath and approached this breathtakingly beautiful girl as she scanned the shelf in front of her.

“Excuse me, Miss, but can you tell me which aisle I can find chicken noodle soup?”

She turned to face me with a puzzled look and then smirked, “You do know we are in a Hardware Store, don’t you? I believe you want the Supermarket just south of here. It’s in the same strip mall, but three doors down.”

“Oh my, Gosh! I feel so stupid,” I feigned. I even managed to produce a red face to bolster my smokescreen. My subterfuge appeared to be working.

She pointed toward the front of the store and said, “Go out the front door and turn right. The Supermarket is the third door down.”

“Thank you so much,” I said, then turn to leave. Before taking my first step, I stopped and faced the young woman again and added, “I am not from around here. I attend the University. My name Sean.”

“Well, don’t beat yourself up over it, Sean. Even a smart college student like you could have made the same mistake,” she answered, then turned back to what she was doing.

I stood there, baffled. That approach usually resulted in laughter and a lot of cheerful conversation. I then repeated, “My name is Sean. What is your name?”

She turned and faced me again. She looked at me for a moment like she was sizing me up. I was beginning to feel awkward. She took a deep breath then said, “Look, Sean, I’m sure you are a nice guy, but I am still in high school. I’m not quite eighteen, and I don’t think my mother would approve of me giving my name and phone number to a guy your age.”

“My age,” I squawked. “Just how old do you think I am?”

“I don’t know, Sean,” she sweetly smiled. “You are in College, and I am still in high school. I’m what my mother would refer to as Jail Bait for a guy your age!”

“Jail bait,” I grumbled? “You would be Jail Bait only if I had intentions of getting into your pants!”

At this point, I was totally dumbfounded. I was being accused of… accused of… I don’t know what I was being accused of. My mind was racing to find the right words.

“Oh, so are you saying you have no secret desires to get into my pants, Sean” She giggled with a hint of a playful smile? “Am I too ugly to interest you in that way?”

“No! Not at all. I’d love to get into your pants,” I blurted before realizing the implications of what I was saying. “I mean… I didn’t… Oh shit! I…I mean… oh crap. I’m embarrassing both of us now. Let me start over again.”

I was stumbling over my words and stuttering to the point of not making any sense at all. The girl reached out and placed her hand on my forearm and laughed, “It’s okay, Sean. I know what you were trying to say. It’s no big deal. I was having a little fun with you and jerking your chain a bit.”

She reached into her purse and got a pen and paper. She scribbled something on it and handed it to me. I looked at it with a puzzled expression on my face as she scurried toward check-out.

“That’s my name and phone number,” she shouted over her shoulder. “If you don’t mind undergoing my mother’s inquisition, you can call and ask me out for a coke or coffee some time.”

I looked at the note again and saw that her name was Karen. “I’ll call you, Karen,” I shouted as she kept moving. She didn’t look back but did give me the thumbs up over her shoulder.

I called Karen’s phone number the very next day, and as luck would have it, her mother answered with, “Hello,” in a very formal tone. Keep in mind this took place before everyone had their own cell phone.

“Good morning, may I speak with Karen, please,” I asked in my most formal and friendly voice.

“Whom shall I say is calling?”

“I’m sorry. I should have identified myself,” I said, trying to keep the exchange formal. “Please tell Karen it’s Sean from the hardware store.”

“Karen, Honey, it’s for you. Someone named Sean, who works at the hardware store.” I heard her mother say.

A minute later, Karen answered, “Hello, Sean,” she giggled. “I didn’t think you would really call after I told you about my mother. That usually scares guys away.”

“Did you want to scare me away?”

“No… but I was afraid it might.”

“Are you kidding? After the trouble, I went through to wrangle the phone number of the prettiest girl I have ever met,” I boldly answered.

“Sean, is this a booty call? I told you how my mother feels about that sort of thing,” she said in a somber tone.

Her candid comment took me by surprise. For a minute or two, I couldn’t say anything. When I did start to speak, I was tongue-tied and back to stuttering and stammering again as I had at the hardware store. I was not making any sense at all. I was trying to collect my thoughts when Karen started laughing.

“Sean… Sean… calm down. I was only kidding you,” she giggled.

I could feel the heat rising from around my neck as my face turned red with embarrassment. I was baffled by this gorgeous teenage girl who keeps me off balance with her spontaneous humor. It took me a minute to collect my wits, and the only thing I could think to say was, “Damn it, Karen, don’t keep doing that to me. I can never tell if you are serious or not.”

“Well, excuseeeee me,” she huffed. “I didn’t peg you as a stuffed shirt who couldn’t take a joke.”

Now I felt terrible about snapping at her. I liked this girl, I really did. I loved her contagious smile and her playfulness. I just wasn’t used to someone as free-spirited as she seemed to be. I started to apologize, but she cut me off in mid-sentence.

“What time are you picking me up to get that coke or cup of coffee,” she asked with a cheerfulness that conveyed she wasn’t angry with me.

“What time can I pick you up,” I asked? “I’m open to whatever time you want me to come.”

“Let me talk to my mother and then call you back,” she replied. “Give me a number where I can reach you.”

I was in a phone booth at the time and read the number displayed on the rotary dial. Karen wrote it down and promised to call me back within the next fifteen minutes. After twenty minutes, I had become concerned that her mother may have nixed our going out together. I was just about to give up and mark it down as another letdown in my love life when the phone rang. I snatched it up on the first ring and said, “Did your mother give her… okay?”

The long pause from Karen caused my heart to sink. I was waiting for the bad news. With my luck at dating, I should be used to rejections. I heard Karen take a deep breath and then asked, “Sean, do you mind coming to my house around two o’clock and let my mother meet you? She has some questions she wants answering before giving her approval.”

“Sure,” I quickly answered. “What kind of questions? Is this the inquisition you spoke of yesterday?”

“Pretty much,” she sighed. “Just relax and answer her questions truthfully, and I think everything will be fine.”

“Okay. I’ll see you and your mother at two o’clock,” I excitedly answered and then hung up.

Karen’s two-story colonial-style house was located on a quiet tree-lined lane that backed up to the country club golf course. I was met at the front door by Karen’s mother and was amazed to see that Karen’s mother was a slightly older version of her daughter. I know I had described Karen as the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen. Well, that went double for her mother. No… I would go so far as to say… triple! The first subtle whiff of her mother’s delicate perfume caused a stirring in my pants. I was lucky I had stopped to buy a bouquet of flowers. I used them to hide my growing bulge until I was safely seated.

My very first thoughts were how much I wanted to rip this woman’s clothes off and lick every square inch of her naked body. I had images of thrusting my tongue between her full luscious lips. I even had visions of doing what was known at the time as, “Around the world.” The very thought of it only made my bulge larger and more uncomfortable. My breathing was more rapid, and making it difficult to speak. I could also feel myself blushing.

If you are not familiar with the term, “around the world,” that’s when you start with a passionate kiss, then move to her naked breast for a small feast on each nipple. Then follow with a tongue bath of her luscious pussy lips. After this, you give the same tongue bath to her crinkled rosebud before kissing your way slowly down one of her legs and suck each individual toe into your mouth. Be sure to swab your tongue between each toe before moving to the other leg and doing the same. The return trip up her other leg consists of making the same stops and feasting on the same things. Your journey ends with another passionate kiss. If appropriately done, she should be begging for your cock to be shoved into her drooling cunt.

Despite what my first lustful desires may have been toward Karen’s mother, she appeared to be the archetypal society woman in her late thirties or early forties. Mrs. Merriam Sedgwick was somewhat snobbish. She had piercing blue eyes, and she wore her golden-blonde hair down, past her shoulders. I learned later that she usually wore her hair in a ponytail, but wanted to look the part of a strong woman for my benefit. Her stylishly tailored business attire accentuated her voluptuousness. Karen’s comments the day before about her mother’s strictness had me expecting Mrs. Sedgwick to be a stout woman with a matronly roundness. However, she had a curvy feminine figure. I would have guessed her age to be in the early thirties. I knew that couldn’t be because she would have been fourteen when she gave birth to Karen.

Mrs. Sedgwick sat on the sofa with her daughter at her side, and I was comfortably seated in an elegant wingback chair across from them. Mrs. Sedgwick held her knees tightly together, and her legs were crossed at the ankles. Her hands resting in her laps as I presumed, she’d learned in charm school. I had to concentrate on maintaining eye contact to fight off my urge to study her magnificent breast. A bonus to maintaining eye contact was I could examine her full luscious lips without appearing crude.

“I can’t tell you how happy I am that you took the time to meet with me, Sean. Your name is Sean, correct,” she smiled?

Karen’s mother had unwittingly moistened her lips with her tongue just before speaking. At least I thought it was unconsciously. In any event, it excited me to the point my throat constricted. I couldn’t answer. I didn’t want my voice to break, so I nodded my head. It was her show, and I wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. My cock was already begging for relief just being near this beautiful woman.

“I like to know who my daughter is spending her time with,” Mrs. Sedgwick said.

“I couldn’t agree more!” I told her with an insuring smile. It’s good that you care enough to take an interest in her associates.” I am putting on my best performance to get past this interrogation.

“Karen tells me you are in your second year at the university,” she sweetly smiled.

I nodded in the affirmative.

“That should make you what, twenty-three or twenty-four?”

“No, ma’am! I’m only twenty,” I quickly countered.

She looked like she did a quick calculation in her head and said,” Oh… you look much more mature than a twenty-year-old.”

“Thank you for the compliment, Mrs. Sedgwick, but I’m still just a kid like Karen.”

She smiled and asked, “What is your major at the university?”

“I don’t have one yet.”

She frowned, wrinkled her nose, and glanced over at Karen. I quickly added that my father was a top-level executive with a large corporation. And he was in the process of advising me on what courses I needed to take to prepare myself to join his company. That seemed to satisfy her.

Mrs. Sedgwick smiled and asked where I planned to take Karen. I shrugged my shoulders and replied, “I’m not sure. I’m not from around here.

“There is a corner drugstore down the street with a nice soda fountain. I would suggest going there,” Mrs. Sedgwick pleasantly smiled. “You can walk there from here. And why don’t you and Karen take Binky with you? He hasn’t had a good walk today.”

Binky was the family dog, and in keeping with my efforts to make an excellent first impression, I quickly agreed. It took us about ten minutes to walk to the drugstore. Everyone seemed to know Karen and Binky. The woman behind the soda fountain greeted Karen and Binky and said, “What will it be a vanilla ice cream cone?”

Karen nodded, yes.

“One or two scoops,” the woman asked.

Karen held up one finger, but I shook my head no and held up two fingers. Because I wanted to impress my new girlfriend on our first date. Karen took the ice cream cone and sat in a booth. She summoned Binky and held the cone for him to lick. Needless to say, I was puzzled.

Karen laughed and said, “Binky loves vanilla ice cream. I bring him down to the drugstore at least once a week for his treat. He is usually satisfied with one scoop, but today it looks like he will get two scoops.”

I felt foolish. After Binky finished his ice cream, Karen and I ordered a coke each and spent the next hour learning more about each other. Karen told me her father, Mr. Charles Sedgwick (aka, Charlie), was an upper-level executive with a large Telecommunication Company. And her mother was a stay at home mom, and as I had guessed, a society woman. Karen had an older brother, David. She didn’t tell me much about him.

We strolled back to Karen’s house and found David resting in a chair on the front porch. It was like he was waiting for our return. David was about 6’ 3” and probably about 230 pounds of solid muscle. He was a member of the Marine Reserves and stayed in shape in case he was called to active duty. I am 6′ 190 pounds and never served in the military. I was in good shape, though, because I played sports in high school. Karen introduced us, but David didn’t seem all that pleased with me, but I could tell he was sizing me up. I assumed it was his big brother’s instinct to protect his little sister. He was a year older than me and attending the same University but was a year behind me because he spent a couple of years on active duty before transferring to the Marine Reserves.

I was invited to stay for dinner and meet Karen’s father, Charlie. The conversation around the dinner table was surprisingly relaxed.