Pounding My Mother-In-Law
©2012 Raminar Dixon
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I met my mother-in-law, Lisa, a few years ago when my wife and I were still dating. She struck me as one of the most beautiful women I had ever laid eyes on, with dark, flowing hair and a body that would drive most men completely bananas.
She has always been nice to me, and treats me like a regular member of the family now that I’m married to her daughter. The two of them don’t always see eye to eye, but me and Lisa have never had a problem with each other.
Over the years, I’ve always had this secret desire to get with her. Don’t get me wrong; I do love my wife, but my god is her mother one smoking-hot cougar. Sometimes she’ll hug me hello or goodbye and give me this look like she could just eat me up. Her hands sometimes would wander and she was always touching me on the knee and flirting with me shamelessly. It’s a little disconcerting to say the least, especially when she does it in front of my wife, but she’s all I can think about for the next few days after she leaves.
I mean, I’m nothing that special, really. I try to work out at least once a week, but I’m no Arnold Schwarzenegger. My size 32’s are starting to get a little snug, probably thanks to a few too many beers and the rich food my wife loves to cook. Still, the women at work have told me on more than one occasion that they’d “rock my world” if I wasn’t a married man. I usually just laugh. It’s not worth it to lead someone on.