My New Mother-in-Law

My New Mother-in-Law

I had just remarried after a hasty elopement. I had yet to meet the new mother-in-law. I had heard she was absolutely furious with me for not going through the motions of a proper wedding. I had done it all before and my new wife, Esther, wasn’t keen on an elaborate one either.
The first meeting was therefore following our holiday after the registry office wedding. Esther’s parents were due to come to our new home in London at the weekend, so we decided to go the whole hog and treat them to a serious dinner.
Edith and Jason arrived promptly by car from their country home in Berkshire about 30 miles outside London. They were a little stiff with me and greeted Esther profusely with hugs and kisses. I had taken their coats. Edith wore a cotton dress with much jewellery about her. However what struck me was her body shape. She was like a diamond with the widest point at her hips. I was stunned by that shape. Her breasts were fairly full too as a nice cleavage gave the evidence. She noticed my eyes taking in her shape too as she quickly took me in but then deflected her gaze back to Esther.
I immediately recognized she would enter my head as a sexual being whom I could well be very preoccupied with. This did not augur well for my relationship with Esther which was very sexual but in a rather conventional manner. I had decided to push my kinks into the background in favour of a wonderful emotional relationship with her.
They both thawed as the evening progressed partly through the wine and conversation but also because they saw that I wasn’t just a bloke, but could cook very well and was dearly loved by Esther.
Edith did notice my occasional quick gazes at her cleavage. Did I notice her leaning forward sometimes to emphasise a point, giving me a gorgeous fill of her profuse tits? As the evening progressed I had numerous opportunities to view each of them in various leanings. Esther and Jason were delightfully unaware of my sexual scrutiny of those tits. Why did I refer to them as tits I wondered? Perhaps it was because she was raising the old Ian in me for really dirty sex again.
After dinner I followed her into the living room and scanned her backside. It was truly wide – hence the dark cotton dress to hide her sheer volume. However it brought out the horny in me. I just imagined going in there with a vengeance. My stiffy was pressing against my pants like the old times. With Esther I sat opposite Edith and Jason, wondering how she got such an archaic name like Edith but was fascinated by the site of her solidly wide thighs beneath that dress and with what appeared to be stockings rather than tights. Glorious. More dirty thoughts.
Esther held the stage with stories about our holiday. Edith must have seen my hasty glances. She crossed her legs. Yes definitely stockings.
Here was a woman in her late 50s giving me, I’m sure, the come on. But was I sure? I know she didn’t like swearing and I had sworn over dinner to her obvious distaste. Esther had warned me too. She was also politically very conservative and reactionary in her views so there were some topics I had just to avoid. She was in no way a modern woman. She had not worked since her twenties, preferring the lifestyle of the home bird. Yet she didn’t admonish me for my furtive views of her body.
She wasn’t too many men’s tastes either. That body shape was not a real come on to most men I was sure and she may have felt ‘over the hill’ as well. She didn’t hesitate to be critical too, suggesting at one point that perhaps I should go easy on the wine. Fortunately Esther intervened with a diplomatic reply that diverted attention from the critique. I could have launched into a withering response to that remark but for some reason held back. I didn’t want to alienate her for my own good filthy reasons. I would have to have her but had no idea just how I would go about it.
The other feature of the evening was how well Esther got on with her father. She hadn’t seen him for weeks and they were delighted to be in each other’s company again. An only child, she was daddy’s dearest. I was also surprised by how physically warm they were with each other. The contrast was obvious compared to how he was with Edith. I suddenly realised why they hadn’t noticed my furtive glances at Edith. They were too ensconced with each other. I decided to clock the thoughts I had and wait.
The evening finished with relationships improved and anger at me gone in the shared revelry of the evening. They were both pleased their daughter hadn’t been stolen from them and Edith was less hostile to me at least.
Esther congratulated me on the success of the evening. We celebrated by a very emotional fuck in our usual missionary position. I did note that as I was cuming I thought of my new sex object, Edith. I usually fingered Esther to her cum to coincide with mine by attending to her clit, which was very responsive. Rarely did we engage in oral sex either way. She didn’t really want to be that tactile with me.
A few days later at work the operator put a call through to me that took me by complete surprise. It was Edith.
“Ian we need to talk. When can you come to see me? Jason is away for a few days. It would be best here I think.”
I rapidly realised that this was not something I could share with Esther. This was confirmed by her suggesting I find time when I could otherwise be at work. I asked her if she could give me a headline as to what she wanted to talk to me about. No was her response. I told her I could be there tomorrow about 12 noon.
That evening Esther gave no sign that she was in on the phone call and I said nothing. In bed I wondered what it could be. My obvious fantasy I had to put aside in case it was not going to be the case. I also imagined she was still angry with me and was going to give me a dressing down.
Leaving the office about 1030 I drove out to Berkshire and the village they lived in. It was my first time there, a fact that I would have to deny in future. The house was detached in its own grounds, well established and at least one hundred years old. I parked and rang the bell.
Edith came to the door and very warmly welcomed me in and gave me a peck on the cheek. She was dressed in exactly the same outfit as the other evening, except one more button was undone at the front giving a bit more cleavage.
Coffee was ready as we sat in her lounge, me in an armchair and her on a lush sofa opposite. We exchanged polite pleasantries as if I was a visiting sales rep. I decided to cut the crap and asked what this was all about? What did she want to talk about?
“Ian, I noticed you looking at me the other night. It disturbed me. I am not used to being looked at like that.”
“How did it disturb you Edith?” I wanted to make her sweat this out.