Ian's Mother-in-Law [blank] 07

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It was Monday and Ian was working alone at home. The weekend with Mia had made him forget that the incident with his mother-in-law was still bothering him. But here, the queasy feeling had returned; he had to clarify the situation and prevent his wife from finding out about the incident on the stairs.

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Even though they had both extended their love life to Sarah and Tom, his wife would hardly have any sympathy for something like that. And how was he supposed to face his father-in-law if he found out that he had fucked his wife?

His mother-in-law was still a closed book to him. During the incident on the stairs, he could have sworn that she had consensually agreed to the game. But then, there was the powerful slap in the face that left his cheek glowing for a day.

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Then, at least, he knew that Mia hadn't lied when she told him that mom had kept her great figure, not only by running in the forest every day, but also by a proper workout. At lunchtime, he went into the kitchen and popped a pizza into the microwave. When it pinged minutes later, he realized that he wasn't hungry.

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First, he had to get the matter over with, right away. He picked up the phone and dialed his mother-in-law's number. She was at home, her voice sounded cool. When he haltingly explained that he needed to speak to her in person, she replied dryly that she could just about imagine.

And yes, she would be home in the afternoon. Herbert would be out of the house, so he would certainly be happy not to have her husband present for the conversation. When Ian hung up, he breathed a sigh of relief. Obviously, Herbert didn't know anything about it, so his mother-in-law hadn't told Mia either. Nothing had been lost... yet.

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Fifteen minutes later, he was sitting in the car, and resolved to patiently endure the impending lecture. He would vow to do better, and yes, he really did intend to be a little friendlier to the woman than he had been in the past. During the drive, he even admitted to himself that it was only due to his inner defenses that his relationship with his mother-in-law had been so cold so far.

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Ian drove past a car on a street in front of their house. As he hurried past, he recognized his father-in-law's face. Herbert had obviously set off, as Paula had announced. Ian parked in the space in front of the property that was reserved for guests. A parked red compact car gave away the fact that someone was visiting. Too bad, he wanted to avoid strangers finding out about his presence at all costs.

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Ian got out, put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked around. Should he do another lap until the car had disappeared? He heard a noise on the gravel path. The woman leaving the property was familiar to him, he had seen her in photographs before. No doubt about it, it had to be...

"Good afternoon," she beat him to it. "I think you're Ian, I've already seen you in Paula's photo album."

"Eh... yes, that's me. Then you're Mrs. May, the piano teacher. Uh, I know from photos, too."

She held out her hand to him, looked him up and down, and asked him, "Oh please, call me Louisa, Mia's called me that too, since her school days."

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"I'm Ian," he replied, uncertainly.

But there was no reason to, as Louisa placed her second hand on his, and beamed, "Paula has already told me lots of interesting things about you. Now, I feel as if I've known you for a long time."

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"I'm glad to hear that," he smiled back, surprised that this stranger was so open with him. Louisa didn't give him time to reply, and said, "Too bad I'm in a hurry, I would have liked to have gotten to know you better. Will we meet again? And I'd also like to meet Mia, she used to take piano lessons from me."

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"Eh, yes, I'd love to, if it comes up."

Louisa got into her car, and said goodbye, "Give my regards to Mia and tell her I'd like to see you sometime."

Ian caught himself standing still until she had turned the car around, and even waved to her as she drove off. Somehow, he had to revise his image of the woman. Not a trace of a brittle music teacher, rather... a stunner.

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He turned around and took the gravel path to the house. Paula was already at the front door, and said curtly, "Oh, it's you. You've just missed Herbert, he's playing poker with Leo and Sophie today."

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Ian overcame himself, greeted his mother-in-law with a kiss, and said, "I just met Louisa May leaving." He asked, "Mia told me that she wasn't the only one who had piano lessons with her. Which of you two had music lessons with her?"

"Both of us, Herbert and I, every week... until today."

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She turned and headed for the kitchen. Ian followed her, desperately searching for words to start the conversation. His mother-in-law sat down on a stool in front of the kitchen table and, with a ladylike gesture, invited him to take a seat opposite her. Ian pulled a second stool out from under the table, squatted down and thought about the fact that she hadn't even offered him anything to drink.

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Not a good sign. Nevertheless, he tried to look at her with boyishly innocent eyes. His mother-in-law sat in front of him with her arms folded, and said, "You're a rare guest here. It must be extraordinary circumstances that have brought you here."

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"In a way," coughed Ian, realizing that he had lost the thread. He was immediately annoyed with himself for not taking the seriousness of the situation into account, instead of looking at his counterpart from top to bottom. His anger turned to panic when his gaze got lost in his mother-in-law's magnificent cleavage, and couldn't find its way out.

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It was only when a cautious clearing of the throat brought him back, that he swerved to a compliment, "I'm always amazed, Mom-in... er, Paula, how elegantly you know how to dress, even at home when there's no special occasion. This dark dress, and the matching stockings..."

She stopped him brusquely. "You certainly didn't come here to compliment me on my wardrobe. Please get to the point."

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His mother-in-law had absolutely no intention of rushing to his aid with words. As then, he had to explain everything to her himself, oh how embarrassing.

He stuttered, "You came to help out the other day."

"Yes, that was in return for Mia's herding services."

"I know, it's really nice of you. But the help wasn't necessary, the cleaning is actually my job as I work at home."

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Paula raised a brow. "Really? I didn't notice much of that."

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Ian's cheeks reddened. "All right, I've neglected the job a bit, recently. I'm in the middle of projects at the moment; I'm a bit stressed, and hardly have time for anything else."

His mother-in-law became ironic. "Considering your busy agenda, I'm honored that you still took the time to stop by and see me."

She hinted at a smile. "Even when I was cleaning your house, it seemed to me you were a bit over-excited."

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Ian wondered what she meant by that again. And why was she looking at his pants when she said it? Was it a mocking remark about the incident on the stairs? He gave himself a push to get the conversation over with quickly, then it would be off home.

"Forgive me, Mom-in... Paula, about that... maybe, it's because my nerves have been a bit frayed lately. Somehow, I don't always manage to assess situations correctly."

Once again, his mother-in-law didn't come to his aid; she replied indignantly, "I've noticed that."

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Ian sank on the inside. She really did intend to cold-heartedly lead him to the scaffold.

He tried to defend himself one last time. "I got something totally wrong when you got tangled up in the Velcro on the stairs."

Paula nodded accusingly. "You took advantage of my helplessness."

"I'm really sorry, I was so stupid to think..."

"I don't think you thought of anything else."

Ian was now honestly embarrassed. "Something inside me has gone completely bonkers. Now, I don't know how to fix things. I didn't want to hurt your dignity, I respect you far too much for that. I also don't want my relationship with Mia to suffer as a result."

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His mother-in-law looked at him for a long time, as if she was wondering whether to point her thumb up or down. He seemed to have hit a nerve with his apology, because she hesitated longer and longer, finally saying, "Of course, I'll be considerate of my daughter and won't tell her about the shameful incident."

Her expression became reproachful. "And were you thinking of me? How on Earth am I supposed to tell Herbert that his son-in-law has made a pass at his wife?"

Ian tried to reassure himself, by asking, "You didn't tell Herbert about it?"

Paula wrung her hands. "No way!"

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Ian confessed, "I don't know how Mia would react either, that's why I didn't tell her."

Paula nodded resolutely. "Let's keep it that way. This mishap should remain our secret, nothing else has happened."

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"Certainly better for everyone," he agreed, with a sigh.

His mother-in-law was, indeed, willing to draw a veil of oblivion over the matter. Ian's heart leapt. He would be more open and friendly with Paula in the future, if only to make sure she didn't change her mind. Somehow, he even found the prospect of exchanging glances with her at future family gatherings that only the two of them understood tingling.

Ian took a deep breath, as if he had made it to the surface at the last second from a depth of a hundred yards. And yes, there was really no reason to keep a wide berth around Paula. Her slightly blasé manner was basically just a façade; behind it was a kind-hearted woman with the best of intentions.

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On closer inspection, his mother-in-law was an attractive woman. Perhaps, his reticence was only due to the fact that mother and daughter were so similar, and he had, therefore, kept Paula at a distance, so as not to lose his bearings, so to speak.

Something like that had happened to him once before, when he hugged Mia from behind at a house party and kneaded her breasts. She lolled around with relish until he realized that he had mistakenly made a pass at a doppelganger. He didn't want that to happen a second time with his mother-in-law, even if she knelt on the stairs in front of him and wiggled her bottom.

He stood up, and put his hands on her shoulders. "You don't know how relieved I am, mother-in-law, that we're keeping what happened on the stairs to ourselves. It takes a load off my mind."

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He leaned forward, and grinned. "I said mother-in-law on purpose, so I'd have a reason..." Ian kissed her tenderly on both cheeks. It took Paula a moment to recover from the joyful shock, and to realize that a honey-sweet feeling was spreading through her.

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She teased him, "From now on, you should always address me as mother-in-law, your kisses are simply wonderful."

She came to her senses and looked at him again with a raised eyebrow, but this time she spoke in a confidential tone, "Now that we've cleared things up, I can tell you— I don't think that incident on the stairs was your first slip."

"What makes you think that?" he asked, confused.

"Well, you've been indecently close to your mother-in-law before."

"In the past? How is that?"

Paula giggled, "That was a year ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday."

"Where was it?"

"It was at your wedding. You kept slipping your eyes up my skirt there."

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In one fell swoop, the image was in Ian's head, him next to Mia in front of the altar. As hard as he tried to concentrate on the priest's words, his eyes kept wandering over to his mother-in-law, who was sitting in the front row, her gaze transfigured to the bride and groom, her legs opened wide, well beyond the bounds of propriety.

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His little one in his pants had rebelled like a big one. Strange, her entire attention had been focused on her daughter, and she had constantly wiped small tears from the corner of her eye. How had she noticed?

He searched her face for signs of further reproach, but Paula just chuckled.

"That was so sweet, you with your future wife at the altar, and still having an eye for your mother-in-law."

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Ian didn't even try to deny anything in view of her knowing smile.

"I was completely out of my mind that day."

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Paula assured him, "Still, I found it remarkable... kind of tingling."

Ian listened attentively. Had he heard correctly? Right then, he no longer understood anything and was getting tangled up in his words.

"You can imagine, marriage, it's something like... doors close and then you wonder..."

"... whether other doors open?"

"Yes, but above all..." he continued.

"... whether other legs are still opening?"

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Ian choked and had to cough. Was Paula pulling his leg? Had she deliberately opened her thighs in the chapel? Or was she just trying to expose him?

He said, "I don't know, the day was just too much for me, all that hustle and bustle, and then you, my mother-in-law, sitting so candidly on the bench."

He recalled, "I remember you were wearing half-high stockings."

"Then you were looking deep under my skirt," Paula giggled, and looked him gently in the eye. "Let it go, Ian. I thought it was so cute how it got too tight in your pants."

He looked down at Paula's lap and marveled. "You're wearing the skirt you wore in the chapel... and your stockings have the same pattern as last year."

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Meanwhile, as Paula sat relaxed in front of him, he took the liberty of examining her figure. Suddenly, it was crystal clear to him what he had suppressed for a long time. He had been strangely fascinated by his mother-in-law, even back then, and he had wondered what it would be like... with her.

Ian leaned forward, kissed Paula on the forehead, and confessed ruefully, "I admit it, at the wedding ceremony I realized how similar you and Mia are. That totally confused me. On that day, I would have loved to have you both..."

As he didn't continue, Paula took over. "I'm sure Mia didn't miss out during your first year, as she indicated to me."

"We had a great time together. We're always trying out new things, and recently..."

He stopped his words at the last moment. Out of sheer relief, he almost spoke about them getting involved with a couple he was friends with.

So, he finished the sentence, "... we realized how free we feel about it."

Paula looked at him silently nodding, until she said, "If my daughter is doing well in that regard, I don't think I'm taking anything away from her when we.... maybe... both catch up on what we missed out on in chapel last year...?"

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What did she mean by that? Just because he had apologized? She couldn't be serious after that telling off. Never mind, a kiss would finally reconcile them, then he could say goodbye with a few kind words, and finally drive home.

Ian leaned towards her right cheek, but suddenly Paula's lips blocked his path. Before he knew it, he was lost in a deep kiss with his mother-in-law. She didn't pull away and he didn't feel the urge to retreat as quickly as possible.

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On the contrary, it felt magical to stroke her full lips with his tongue. When he withdrew, his hands were still on her shoulders.

Paula grabbed his sides and looked seductively into his face. "We'll keep the slip on your stairs to ourselves, we don't want to cause any trouble."

Ian nodded in agreement; they had obviously sealed their silence with the kiss. With a feeling of relief, he told himself that his mission was over. He almost regretted leaving after the barricades had broken down between them. But what was that?

He looked down and realized with horror that his mother-in-law was fiddling with his pants and undoing his belt, as if she wanted to get her knitting out of the sewing basket. Even her voice sounded tidy.

"You know, Ian, you weren't the only one at your wedding who suffered... and the whole of last year, too."

"What do you mean?"

She pulled down the zipper.

"A wedding is an important moment in a mother's life. My son-in-law is standing in front of the altar and looking up my skirt as if he wants to cheer me up. And I can see from his trousers how much he wants to comfort me."

Paula put her hand in the opening.

"To me, it's seemed like this past year..."

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With a skillful grip, she pulled out his hard-on.

"... it's as if I had remained sitting in front of the altar waiting for this day."

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She leaned forward and closed her lips around his glans. Ian watched, open-mouthed, as his mother-in-law explored the tip of his cock, looking up at him fervently as only a loving mother-in-law could. She managed to send her affection up Ian's shaft right into his heart.

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What seemed like clouds of absorbent cotton covered his vision. There was not only the agonizing lust that almost made him burst, but also Paula's libidinous devotion, as he knew it from Mia. How could he have been so wrong about his mother-in-law? As he blinked away the streaks before his eyes, he saw that his hands had worked their way down her cleavage and were lifting her ample breasts out of her dress.

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The mother-in-law looked at his hard-on like a mother would at her child, reached under her breasts and embraced his shaft, then she looked him in the face and breathed, "I had almost given up hope."

Ian still didn't believe it. "I had no idea that you... that I... and whether Mia... or Herbert..."

Paula pressed her breasts around his hard-on, tilting her body back and forth to assure him of her affection. "I didn't know what to do. But when the longing becomes overwhelming..."

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She grinned mischievously. "That's why I sent Herbert to play poker today."

Ian gently pushed his shaft back and forth, trying to reconcile the image of his detached mother-in-law with the woman staring lustfully at the tip of his cock and enclosing his hard-on with her breasts. Thrust after thrust, he surrendered to the new realization until his movements became smooth.

Then, he was able to confess, "Mom-in-law, Paula... since I saw you... at the altar... I've always wanted..."

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He could see her delight, as she watched his glans emerge between her breasts time after time.

She breathed, "Look at how big you turned out, my boy. I'm sure Mia is more than happy with your equipment."

Without stopping his movement, he said with a gasp, "Perhaps, better... you don't mention... my visit today."

"How could I?" Paula groaned, suddenly becoming frantic. "But now... show me... that your apology... is serious."

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"Oh mother-in-law... Paula... yes..."

Ian squeezed her shoulders as he got faster and faster. Paula also began to gasp, staring downward, spellbound, as if she still couldn't believe that her son-in-law's cock had finally found its way between her breasts. When she felt the pressure rising inside Ian, she looked into his eyes with a blissfully distorted expression.

He groaned, and one massive squirt after another splashed onto her neck.

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Half an hour later, Ian was sitting on a leather armchair in the living room. On his previous sparse visits, he had been annoyed by the stately interior and remarked to Mia that the only thing missing in this apartment was the gallery with the oil paintings of her parents' dynasty.

Paula entered the room with freshly prepared tea, placed the tray on a small side table and poured the tea. She sat down in an armchair opposite him and was once again, a lady with her aloof demeanor, but her voice sounded warm.

"Oh, Ian, what a day. I'm so happy that you're finally part of the family."

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He sipped from his cup and smiled at her. From then on, he would no longer be irritated by the woman sitting in front of him with her legs carefully closed and her little finger splayed out as she brought her cup to her mouth.

After a first sip, she giggled, "Not that my daughter has told me anything specific, but I gather from her hints that your love life is anything but conventional."

"Well, eh..." he replied, stretching and wondering how much his wife had blabbed about Sarah and Tom. As his mother-in-law gave him a knowing grin, he replied, "What can I say? Mia and I have discovered that we are more open about such things than we thought."

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Paula put her cup down, rested her arms on the armrests and slumped back in her chair. "You wouldn't believe how well I can understand you."

She inquired, "And wouldn't you, therefore, grant your parents-in-law the same right?"

Ian took a deep breath to gain time. Had Mia told her mother that he had belittled his mother-in-law as a dusty aristocrat? Should he apologize again?

He stuttered, "Eh... yes, it all came as a bit of a surprise to Mia and me. I was so busy with it, I didn't think about you and Herbert..."

He startled.

"You mean you could tell Herbert that we got...?"

"... got on well together?" Paula chortled and leaned forward. "Of course I could, but I won't. It's important that married couples allow themselves little secrets, it makes everything much more sparkling."

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Ian wanted to make sure. "Then Mia won't find out, either...?”

Paula put on a mischievous expression and reached for her cup. She took a sip and looked at him. Finally, she giggled, "Don't worry, you can look up my skirt for as long as you like, nothing will leave these four walls. And yes, I can assure you that I like your naughty looks."

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Ian realized that he had been staring between his mother-in-law's thighs for quite some time. But she had initially sat down in a nice manner! He didn't need to look down at his lap to see what was pleasing her eyes. He was amazed at himself for maintaining his composure and letting his gaze continue to wander under her skirt. Paula really was wearing the same dress as she had at his wedding, the same stockings, but he couldn't tell if she was wearing the same panties.

Her voice brought him back.

"Are you also thinking about your wedding?"

"Yes," he returned pensively, "you're wearing the same clothes. I even remember that you wore light-colored lace panties."

"Oh, you remember that... how thoughtful of you."

With those words, she pushed her legs apart. What would have looked vulgar on any other woman, seemed like a noble gesture from a lady-in-law granting him audience under her skirt.

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With shaky hands, he put down his cup, knelt in front of Paula, and placed his hands on her knees.

The mixture of restrained lasciviousness and distinguished elegance with which she presented herself, completely upset him. Only gradually, did he dare to kiss his way down her stocking-covered thighs.

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He brushed his nose up the hem of her skirt and took in his mother-in-law's scent. Paula responded to his lazy kisses by opening her legs wider and wider, and finally placing them over the armrests.

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Ian experienced his wedding ceremony a second time, as if it had only been the day before. His mother-in-law, on the wooden bench, had been waiting for him for a year, and here he was, finally allowed to kiss her panties, mesh by mesh. He traced the relief of her pubic mound with his lips until he had internalized it so much that he could have traced it with his eyes closed. When he pulled back, Paula looked down at him, panting heavily. Ian straightened up and fiddled with his pants. Paula was, indeed, possessed by the same urgent greed as his wife, because while he freed his hard-on...

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she watched him with sparkling eyes, pushed her panties aside and pulled her finger through her cleft. Suddenly, she no longer seemed to be in a hurry, she stared at the center of his body and sighed, "My God, you have a magnificent cock."

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He stepped out of his pants and shorts in two steps, grabbed his erection, and stood between her knees with his pelvis thrust forward. Ian looked down and watched his mother-in-law's middle finger sinking into her pleasure hole in one go.

He began to massage his cock and the following came out of him, "Oh, mother-in-law... like Mia... when she..."

"Does she like it, too...? when you... watch her?"

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"Yes."

Paula took a deep breath. "I need this, Ian... go on... I want to see... how my son-in-law... himself..."

She had to take another run-up to speak. "Do it... in front of each other... Mia and you?"

Ian groaned, "Again and again... Mom-in-law... your pussy... like Mia's... don't stop... it's..."

After a small eternity, Ian felt that he couldn't take it anymore. Paula was also getting impatient; she opened her labia with two fingers and invited him to come closer. Ian moved his hands under her thighs and watched as she ran her finger in circles around her clitoris.

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When she lifted her bottom to show him that she wanted to get rid of her panties, Ian pushed them down her legs, and plucked them off her high heels...

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and put her legs back over the back of the chair. Meanwhile, Paula's upper body was exposed and Ian marveled at how her breasts stood out as full curves. Mia hadn't been lying, her mother's breasts were also a natural phenomenon.

His eyes returned to Paula's legs. He marveled at her bare mounds once more, not a single hair to be seen on her curved mounds. Again, he felt as if it was Mia sitting in front of him and craving his cock.

His mother-in-law lolled under his gaze, and giggled, "Even in the chapel... I imagined... that you would... taking care of me... like this."

Ian clutched Paula's thighs and lost himself in the sight of her lap.

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He looked between Paula's breasts into her blissful face and cleared his throat. "Mother-in-law... you're so... you're driving me crazy..."

She let out an amused squeak, "You said mother-in-law. I'll get a kiss for that."

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Ian leaned forward and gave, first her left and then her right, labia a wet kiss. He repeated the game until Paula's bottom became restless. He wanted to take sweet revenge on her for telling him off, so he went on an extended search for her pleasure bud with his lips. His wandering tongue almost drove Paula to despair, but he remained relentless, only pulling back briefly to admire the splendor between her thighs and then immediately tormenting her again with a gentle tongue.

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When he realized that his mother-in-law was slipping away from him, he moved up between her thighs and sucked on one of her nipples. Paula seemed to be just as sensitive there as between her legs, because she moaned loudly, grabbed the back of his head and let the big baby suck the pleasure out of her breast.

When he wanted to switch to the other nipple, she held him back, looked at him in motherly bliss, and sighed, "Ian, you're the horny son-in-law I've always wanted."

She gasped again, as Ian sucked on the other breast tip. As Paula made increasingly pleasurable noises, he paused and looked up at her. His mother-in-law's cheeks were glowing, her forehead shining. She grabbed his sides and pulled him up.

Ian pulled himself up and stood between her thighs. His mother-in-law still had her hands outstretched towards him, as if she wanted to embrace her son who had returned home. He brought the tip of his cock to her labia and murmured...

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"I'm sorry... that I was so dismissive of you.... a year ago, at the wedding ceremony... I was so ashamed... when I realized... that I would have... right on the wooden bench... liked to have..."

Paula's face began to light up. "... fucked me?"

Ian paused at her use of the word, his shaft only half penetrating her pleasure channel, and Paula groaned.

When he stopped moving, she asked, "Did I... shock you?"

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"It's just... I've never heard you... speaking like that..."

"Do you have a better word?"

Ian gave in. "Mom-in-law... I wanted to fuck you... even back then."

"Now it's time, Ian... fuck your mother-in-law."

He let himself go and sank his hard-on all the way into her lap. Paula tilted her head forward to convince herself that it really was her son-in-law who was driving her into bliss, thrust after thrust.

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Ian also let his eyes wander around her, hardly able to comprehend that not even Mia celebrated her desire like her mother.

She received the force of his cock time after time, and gasped, "Oh, Ian... finally... my son-in-law... thrust me..."

Ian sped up, and Paula implored him, "From today... you shall... your mother-in-law..."

"Yes, Paula... I will... fuck you... as often as you..."

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“Ian... don't stop... I'll be right there...”

“Paula... wait... for me...”

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For the last few seconds, they stared into each other's faces with motionless eyes, as if they couldn't believe that they had finally found each other, mother-in-law and son-in-law. But a second later, the room was filled with relieved groans.

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Ian left the guest bathroom, where he had freshened up, and Paula was already standing in the hallway. Her messy hairstyle and clothes were as immaculate as they had been an hour earlier, as was her well-groomed appearance. He was amazed. "Ready already? Weren't you in the upstairs bathroom?"

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"Yes, it was even enough for a quick shower." She chuckled. "Even Herbert is always amazed at how quick I am at this sort of thing."

She suggested, "Shall we go for a walk? I should cool down a bit... and I think we have a lot to talk about."

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Ian wondered about himself once again. He was actually looking forward to finding out more about his mother-in-law. They left the house and turned into the forest path that he had taken with Mia two weeks ago.

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After they had walked side by side in silence for a while, Paula smiled. "As I gathered from Mia's hints, you have also arranged your relationship in an unconventional way."

Ian stumbled, "Eh... yes, but... what do you mean by ‘also’? Do you mean you and Herbert? Are you also sometimes..."

"... traveling alone, yes," Paula giggled, "we are. Sometimes there are three of us... or four."

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Ian swallowed. There was a lot more going on at his in-laws' house than he had suspected. They walked along the forest path in silence, until Paula pointed to a bench, sat down, and invited him to take a seat.

Ian moved to her side, looked at her in disbelief and asked, "You mean Herbert is also..."

"... walking alone, but sure," Paula chuckled, "we allow each other our little secrets. For example, he's with Leo and Sophie this afternoon."

"Yes, at a game of poker, you told me."

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She whispered, "That's the official policy when they're spending an afternoon playing naughty games."

Ian burst out, "How can he do it secretly if you already know?"

"Oh," Paula waved it off, "it's just a coincidence. I get on well with Sophie. We women talk about things like that."

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"I see." Ian was speechless.

His mother-in-law looked lost in thought at the foliage on the other side of the forest path.

"How should I put it, there are people who have a passion for food, regularly visit gourmet restaurants and spend the next week talking about nothing other than the sensual pleasures they enjoyed on the weekend."

"Yes," Ian confirmed, "I know a few of them, even at my age."

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"Most people have less understanding of other sensual preferences, so we don't talk about them to others."

"I know what you mean," Ian replied, "we also keep it to ourselves with our friends."

Paula put her hand over her mouth bashfully, and confessed, "Even in my twenties, I realized that I needed it more often than my friends at university."

She sighed. "I thought that it would go away after my pregnancy with Mia." Paula looked through the canopy of leaves with a smile. "The opposite was the case. Even back then, we were already moving in circles that would have cried out at the realization that Herbert and I weren't just growing roses and getting involved in charitable events."

She looked Ian in the face. "Our secretive circle is very small; all of the people we have taken to our hearts, are just as discreet as we are. I advise you and Mia to keep it that way."

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Ian nodded in agreement. The woman really knew how to hide her unusual inclination behind her elegant, reserved manner. Wasn't that what had fascinated him about Mia? And, apparently, also his mother-in-law.

He shook his head in disbelief, "You've succeeded perfectly with the secrecy. I would never have thought..."

"... that we are still active in other ways?" Paula grinned. She put a hand on his knee. "Since we both have a lot to keep quiet about, I think I can tell you. Louisa May is also part of the intimate circle."

"Mrs. May, the piano teacher? I met her when I was outside the house..."

"Yes. Mia had lessons with her when she was at school. I took piano lessons then, too— Louisa and I have been very close ever since."

"You mean... you and the piano teacher?"

Paula gave him a mischievous look. "What's wrong with two women liking each other?"

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"How could I," Ian sighed, remembering that he had already sucked on his buddy's boner. As they continued chatting for fifteen minutes, it dawned on him that his parents-in-law had long been leading a life that he had only just begun to discover with Mia.

During the course of the conversation, she repeatedly glanced at the center of his body, until Ian also felt that persistent tingling sensation creeping up on him again. Paula saw that he was beginning to slide back and forth on the bench and concluded her comments.

"Once you've settled into this life, it's often difficult to hold back and it's hard to understand why most people only feel like it from time to time."

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Ian remembered that he and Mia had also noticed that their appetites had multiplied in the last few weeks, and that the TV was rarely on at home. Paula suggested they make their way back. Ian got up and followed her. Halfway back, they passed the spot where Ian had gone off into the bushes with Mia days before.

He stopped and, lost in thought, looked over at the tree his wife had been leaning against as he took her from behind. That was where it had all started, where they had come up with the idea of having Sarah and Tom. And here again, he had landed straight into the arms of his mother-in-law.

She waited a few steps further until he caught up with her. When he looked at her face, he knew that they wouldn't just say goodbye at the front door. They sealed their silent agreement by walking the last section quickly. After a few minutes, they were at the house.

Standing in the kitchen, they drank a glass of apple spritzer.

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Between sips, they assured each other with silent glances that they would not leave it at this farewell drink. Paula put her glass down on the kitchen table, leaned against the edge and supported herself with a broad arm. She looked Ian mischievously in the eye. "So, have you found your feet in your new life yet? Or do you want to leave straight away?"

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Ian murmured, "If you don't mind, I'd like to find my feet in my new life right now."

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He felt the unbearable lust that had started to vibrate between them again and wanted to go towards her, but the sound of a car crunching to a halt on the gravel path in front of the house stopped him.

Paula pressed her lips together, "Too stupid, my husband."

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Half a minute later, the door opened. Herbert stood in the hallway and was delighted. "Well, who do we have visiting today?"

He kissed Paula hello, stepped up to Ian and gave him a big hug. "You're a rare guest here, you don't know what a pleasure you're giving your mother-in-law, and me too, of course."

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Paula had caught herself, brushed a curl behind her ear and smiled. "So, how was the afternoon of poker?"

Herbert slipped out of his jacket, hung it on a clothes rack and casually remarked, "We had fun. As always, Sophie won."

He made his way up the stairs and said, "I'm just going to have a quick shower, I'll be with you in five minutes."

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He climbed the stairs. The two of them stood indecisively at the bottom of the stairs.

Finally, Ian shrugged his shoulders. "I'll go then."

Paula sighed, "That's probably better." She whispered in his ear, "But postponed is not canceled."

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Herbert's voice sounded from the upper floor, "Oh Paula, I'm already wet. There's no towel, and I didn't find any in the cupboard either."

"They're in the laundry!" she called up the stairs. "Wait, I'll bring fresh ones in a minute!"

She disappeared and returned with a pile of fragrant terry towels. As she passed, she pressed a kiss to the tip of Ian's nose and murmured, "At least wait until I'm back downstairs, I have to kiss you goodbye."

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Ian watched as she balanced the pile up the stairs. His mother-in-law's bouncing hip reminded him that he had seen her like that on the stairs at home. He was once again stunned by how hot he felt in his abdomen at the sight of her magical ass.

Paula stopped and tried to maneuver a slipped towel back onto the pile. In vain, several fluttered onto the steps. She grumbled quietly, then bent down and tidied the towels lying around. Ian thanked the god of misfortune, because then he, at least, had the opportunity to look at his mother-in-law's beguiling backside as a farewell.

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Paula put the last towel on the pile and wanted to look down at Ian with a sheepish grin, but what was that? Suddenly, two hands were on her stocking-covered thighs, with Ian's shadow behind her. She turned her head, her son-in-law stared at her bottom as if hypnotized and pushed up her skirt.

He had already driven her crazy on the stairs at his house with his lustful glances, and again, she felt his eyes penetrating through her panties, straight into her lap. And right then, his fingers were on the hem of her intimates. The silk of underwear was tugged down... those soft kisses on her buttocks...

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And then, the cute rascal put his tongue on her coccyx, sneaking through her butt crack, and dabbed its way over her rosette. Suddenly, her labia were squeezed to the side and the cheeky pig stuck his tongue into her pleasure canal! Paula pressed her face into the pile of bath towels to stifle her moans.

When Ian let go of her to take a breath, she decided to stop the game— too risky on the stairs, just a few yards from the bathroom. She turned her head back and tried to stop him... too late, because he had already crouched behind her and pushed his hard-on all the way into her pelvis with a relieved grunt.

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Paula pulled air into her lungs and tried to stifle her whimpering. Luckily, the splashing of the shower water had started. Herbert had stood under the shower, so there should be enough time.

She turned her head back and whispered, "You can't let me down now."

Ian could see from the look in her eyes that she was demanding everything from him. He braced his hands on her sides, drove his cock gently, but powerfully, into her lap and stared into her eyes.

"Oh, Paula... you have a..."

"Yes?"

He looked down at himself and watched his shaft smacking, as it sank between her labia. "You have a... wonderful ass... Paula..."

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"Stick it in, Ian... As deep as you can."

He sped up. "Your bottom... drives me crazy... I want you... every day..."

"Oh Ian... as often as you want... fuck me... fuck your mother-in-law... I will... oh..."

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Ian thrust without restraint. He closed his mouth so that his panting wouldn’t get too loud. Paula whimpered lustfully towards her climax. Shortly before the end, he was panting like a horse through his nose, but when his father-in-law started singing in the shower, he opened his mouth again.

"Paula... yes... I fuck... my... Mother-in-law... always... and always..."

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He thrust her pelvis over his hard-on time after time, causing Paula to sink onto the steps.

She gasped for air, "Ian... don't stop... fuck me... so deep... I'm almost..."

Ian also felt that he was about to disappear. Despite their frenzy, they both heard the shower water being turned off. Paula immediately pressed her head into the towels. A muffled cry revealed that she had beaten Ian to it. He kept his lips closed, started the final spurt and squirted once, twice, three times into his mother-in-law, and when he slumped down, he squirted a fourth time.

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Herbert called down the stairs, "Has Ian left already?"

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Paula stood downstairs, saw her husband wrapped in a bath towel, and said, "You just missed him, he left two minutes ago."

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"Too bad," Herbert sighed. "I meet him far too rarely." He suggested, "Maybe we'll invite the two of them to dinner. I have the impression that Ian is no longer so reluctant to meet his mother-in-law."

"Yes," Paula giggled, "it seems that way to me, too. We got quite close today. I'll have a word with Mia."

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