My MIL the Showoff

I got married at 26, and, at the time my MIL was 56. She was taller than her daughter, and slimmer, but beat my wife's 38 DD's, by quite a bit. Her's were 42 DDD's, and awesome to behold. She had red hair, sparkling blue eyes, high cheekbones, sweet smile, and an overall sexual allure. She came across to most people as this quaint, reserved church lady when, in fact, she was nothing of the sort. She was well-read, and loved magazines like Cosmo, and Redbook, but, reverted back to barnyard / schoolyard terms for body parts. Breasts were " titties " and her own " old tits ", a vagina was a " hairy pussy " except for little girls, then it was a "cootchie ". A penis was a " pecker " or a "peter", and in the FIL's case , the " Ol' Coot ", a "nasty ol' pecker". She professed complete confusion about homosexuality, whom she called " hommasexshuls " and lesbians were " Lisbons ". She actually wondered aloud, " How do two MEN do it ? They only got two holes ! " and, " I reckon those lisbons do it by kissin' each other's hairy pussies ! " She never got the word "orgasm" figured out, it was "ar-jizzum " , " er-gassum' " and "orgizzmo", but, for men, she generally referred to it as, " making a mess ".

We visited their place in FL. , usually with other family along. I had volunteered to mow the lawn, as I usually did. The FIL and BIL had gone fishing, and I had literally missed the boat. The wife and the SIL, and two kids had gone shopping, several miles away. So, I got busy mowing as MIL made lunch. It didn't take long, but, it was hot, and I was dirty and covered with grass by the time I was through. She had iced tea waiting. She frowned at the grass and dirt, and I brushed off as much as I could, outside, but, she urged me to go get a shower. I did, and was soaping and scrubbing, when the door opened Through opaque glass, I could see her. I had hung a towel over the door rack, and she removed it, saying, "This one is dirty, I'm leaving a clean one. " I told her, "Okay, thanks ! " She fussed around the sink and toilet, doing what, I couldn't tell. " I'm gonna have a surprise when you get out, " she said, sweetly. I was SO hoping it was some of her barbequed chicken . I hurriedly finished.

When I stepped out of the shower, the towel she'd left for me wasn't much bigger than a washcloth. I looked in the cabinet, and under the vanity, no more towels ! Also, the jogging shorts I'd brought to put on had been taken, and replaced by the smallest jock strap I'd ever seen. This had to have belonged to the BIL when he was, maybe, 11. I cracked open the door and said " Mom, ummmm, I need a towel and my shorts...please ! " She giggled a short distance away. " Dry with what I give you and put on that jockey strap. Come out here and let me see you. I got you a surprise too ! " Well, no bbq chicken, I guessed. I managed with the mini towel, and stepped into the old, but, clean jock strap. It didn't even begin to cover my flaccid cock, but, hefty balls. I poked my head out the door. "Where are you ? " I asked. " In here, " she replied, in the bedroom at the front of the trailer, where my wife and I slept. I stepped in, covering my almost exposed package. My jaw dropped.

She had her back to me, peering out the window. She was clad in a yellow crocheted string bikini that had been given to the SIL by an office admirer. I had the good luck to have seen the SIL model it for us, and it left nothing to the imagination, even dry. She had left it at the trailer, and the MIL had put it on, after making modifications to the top. She smiled at me like it was all just a big lark. She stared at my package which had started to erect. The cups of the bikini just barely covered her huge aureoles, the big mams hanging like pendulums, road-mapped with stretch marks and blue-green veins. The bottom did little to contain her massive black bush that rose into a goodie trail up to, and encircling her navel. She wiggled her ass at me, smaller than my wife's, but, less shapely. Staring at my cock, which had slipped its' mooring she said, " My daughter is a lucky woman. You just as well step out of them jockeys, and jig that pecker up , full construction ! " I laughed, inside, asking , "Jig it up, full construction ? " as I peeled the jock down. She gave me a lascivious look and chuckled, " Full hard peter, you know what I mean ! "
I surely did, and I stroked myself to full erection, just a little over six inches, pretty thick, but nothing impressive. She smiled big and nodded. " You're bigger than the Ol' Coot ! Come over here. "

I learned a few things that day. First off, she sure wasn't a natural redhead with that thick black bush. Her daughter was a dark cinnamon redhead with a bush to match. MIL's aureoles were dark red-brown, the nipples large and tough-feeling. Her clit was the size and shape of a cashew, whereas my wife's was very small. She let me suck her tits, and flick that huge clit but other than a few kisses, nothing else. She gave me an amazing handjob, fondling my balls, and juicing the head. " Tell me when you gonna make a mess , " she urged, and soon I felt it rising. " I am, I am..." I gasped and she directed the resulting blast at the cheap wood paneling of the wall. It splatted, some stuck, some dripped. " Golleee, you made a mess ! " she laughed as she shook my deflating pole. " Look at all that jazz ! " I laughed and corrected, "Jizz, Mom, jizz. " There would be other hand jobs, other adventures, but, we never fucked. Sort of wish I had.

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