Fun with my Mother-in-Law's Bras

As we drove home all I could think of was my MIL's sweet tits, hard, perky nipples, thin waist, and her high, tight, ass. I even started, very lightly and slowly, rubbing my crotch. But as it was Summer I was wearing shorts so I wondered if she noticed the tenting.

But I think she did glance over and noticed what was going on. "Are you comfortable?" What am I supposed to say, that I have a raging boner in need of attention from her mouth, ass, or pussy? But as I turned to look at her, I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra! She had not put it back on when she changed back into her clothes.

That t-shirt she wore was in the Goldilocks zone: not too loose and not too tight. I could make out the profile of her large, erect pokies. I could kind of make the shape of her melon-sized breasts that giggled and swayed a bit as the car went over uneven pavement. I wanted so badly to pull my cock out of my shorts, take her right hand and place it around my throbbing member. Instead, I just sat there like a eunuch.

When we got back to my in-laws place I was so worked up between the experience at the store and the ride home. I thought a shower would be a good place to relieve myself. But I found my wife was using the guest bathroom.

I don't know if she could tell or it was just a coincidence, but my MIL said to me "You can use our shower." Meaning the one in the Master bedroom.

So I went into their bathroom and quickly stripped down to my silk boxers, and opened the cabinet to look for a towel. I looked around and finally found one, way on top in one of the cabinets. When I grabbed it, a few of my MIL's bras fell down with the towel. I had not seen that they were sitting on top.

Some were laced, some padded, wireless, a sports bra, a few push-up bras, and bralettes of various colors. The red padded bra one smelled of her, which gave me an instant erection.

Not knowing how much time I'd have before someone needed the bathroom, I dropped my boxers and began furiously jacking off. After maybe a minute, I wrapped the red padded bra around my cock. The sensation and the reality of what I was doing added layers of excitement that I had not felt since I was in high school when having sex was a contact sport.

Pre-cum began drooling out of cock in long strands, which I licked up. I was getting close, so I unwrapped the bra from my cock, put my enlarged, purple head on the inside of the left cup, and blew my whole load in it. Shivers ran up and down my spine with each spurt. What a feeling. Being this close to my MIL. Cuming in her underwear. I'd like to cum on her tits but one step at a time, I thought.

When it came to an end, I folded the clean side onto the sticky, stained side, placed the bras in a stack with the red one on top, and placed the collection of bras back in the closet. And then it hit me. What did I just do? Was it guilt? Scared of the ramifications? I wasn't sure how she would react. Would she tell her husband? Confront me? Confront my wife? "This will not amount to anything good," I said to myself.

Nothing unusual happened that day. So I began to calm down. But the next day, when I got home from my morning run, I went into the guest bathroom to wash up. I opened the towel cabinet and what did I see? Sitting on top of the towels was a black, lace plunge bra. Ok, wait a while, I thought. This is not a coincidence. This is message. A calling card if you will. "This is good news," I thought.

So I took out the black bra, with low-cut, v-neckline, angled cups, and spaghetti straps. I pictured her in that bra, her ample breasts pushed up and out. What a great image. I became even more aroused when I thought I could smell her perfume rising up from the bra. So I put it to my face and took deep breaths. Oh yes, a beautiful combination of her natural sent and J' adore (by Christian Dior), her favorite perfume. So I did what my emotions wanted, what my cock needed, and what I thought she was telling me to do. I stroked and stroked until I blasted my load all over that black bra. What a picture! If only I had my phone with me in the bathroom.

To make things more playful, a bra kept appearing daily, in the same location. Different bras every day. And every day I came down for coffee she greeted me with a warm embrace, a braless embrace. God, that felt good. To be met with erect nipples after just jacking off only started my engines all over again. This was our morning routine for the next three days, after which my wife and I had to return home. I should have taken one of her bras as a souvenir, something to remember that unique visit, something to use as a prop the next time I jacked off to thoughts of my MIL. Sadly, I didn't think about doing that until we were on the plane heading home.

About six months later, my MIL came for a visit. My wife picked her up at the airport. I wanted so bad to do so, but my wife works much closer to the airport than I do. So I went home and waited. I imagined what she would be wearing. Bra or no bra? Hoping for the latter, of course, gave me a hard on. There was also her fine ass to fantasize about as well as her legs and overall hot bod.

When the pair arrived, I was happy (in a sexual way) to see her, but disappointed that she was wearing a bra. The t-shirt she was wearing was old, beat up, and misshapen so it was somewhat falling off her shoulder.. I noticed that her bra strap was black.

I was the dutiful son-in-law and carried her bags upstairs into the Guest bedroom. She followed me up, gave me a MIL (ie, nonsexual) side hug (yuck!) and said she'd be down in a few minutes.

And sure to her word, she was. But as she came down the staircase, I noticed two things. First, she had changed from that ratty old t-shirt, into a clean, crisp, well-fitting, white, collared blouse. And second, she wasn't wearing a bra. A white shirt plus no-bra is always a good look, Well, she announced that she wanted to go to the mall, grabbed my wife, and off they went.

I was not sure how long they would be gone, and not wanting to waste a second, I decided to immediately go upstairs and check out what was in her suitcases. As I opened the door my eyes immediately locked in on what was on the bed. She had arranged five bras in a row. The first one, the one on the left, was the black bra, the first bra that I had defiled earlier that year at my in-laws' house. I swear it was warm. She must have been wearing it when she arrived.

The five bras she had lined up on the bed were the the same ones I had cum to and on during our last visit. She had to be sending me a message. Even Helen Keller could see that this was a message.

So I answered by taking my dick out of shorts, picking up the black bra, and commenced to stroking. This time, I imagined her wearing the spunk-stained bra as went about her daily activities, work, errands. Nothing between her and her husband, my FIL, except a bra with my cum.

I was getting close, faster than I wanted, not being able to enjoy the entirety of my fantasy but not knowing how long the pair would be gone, I placed my MIL's black bra on the bed, my cock began to shake with anticipation, and then I exploded, emptying my load over her black bra. Left and right and right and left.

This time my phone was in my pocket, so I took a quick pic.

That pic of my large load of pure white cum all over my MIL's deep black bra

for a moment reminded me of another fantasy I have, probably a common fantasy: A black guy fucking the hell out of my wife. Every hole satisfied to his, and maybe her, satisfaction.

Anyhow, I texted the pic of her cum-ladened bra to my MIL. I was so hot. So sexually charged for my MIL. Even doing that was an electric thrill. And started to get me thinking about wanting that black guy to text me a photo of his cum spilling out of my wife's mouth.

I waited to see what kind, if any, reaction I was going to receive. The longer I waited the more excited and anxious I got. A few minutes later, she did indeed text me back.

She must have went into a bathroom because she sent me some down blouse photos, unbuttoned her top and took a side boob shot, then took her glorious breasts out of her top, nipples at attention, and took one more pic.

That's all it took. It's like I was 18 again. My libido was unending. I dropped my shorts and began beating the meat to the views she sent me. This time, I came all over the purple lace bra. Purple is her favorite color. I snapped a pic of my cum on her favorite bra and sent it to her.

She replied rather quickly. "We will be home in 30 minutes. Save something for me."

I left her sticky, cum stained bras exactly where I found them and waited. When they arrived home, my wife headed to the kitchen to start dinner while my MIL motioned me to follow her upstairs.

I've always liked walking behind her. Again, she has such a sweet ass, especially in those short shorts she tends to wear. And walking behind her as we walk upstairs, I can see just a bit of her cheeks. So now my dick's once again getting hard as I stare at my MIL's hot little ass, thinking of what I would enjoy doing to it.

For example, I've thought of her lying on her bed naked, asleep, and me walking in on her. Not wanting to wake her I ever so carefully spread her legs apart, then crawl up between those tanned, toned thighs to lick her b-hole and pussy from behind.

Anyhow, more of that later.

Right now I'm following her amazing ass up the stairs as she carries a pink and white stripped bag from my favorite lingerie store. We get to the top of the steps, out of sight and sound range of the kitchen. She turns to me and purrs, "You make me wet my dear son."