World's Best Mother-In-Law
This "mother-in-law fantasy" actually is more an ex-son-in-law story and differs from most you'll read in two ways. One, it's coming from the mother-in-law; two, it's actually true. First, a quick background. I was a fairly young mom and my ex-son-in-law was a few years older than my daughter, so the age difference is only fifteen years; I am now fifty-eight he is forty-three. She left him for another, and nothing other than some flirting ever happened when they were together. I always thought he was attractive and in great shape. From day one, something was there but again, not going to happen. I had remarried an older man and sex was few and far between; so yes, the thoughts were there. When we were alone, we would talk/borderline flirt. On occasion, I would "accidentally" walk into a room still buttoning my blouse, bend over at just the right time, etc. and would catch him looking and give a smile. It's all I had. Once, he needed to give me a ride somewhere and he showed up with a lot of excitement; very obvious, very intentional. Anyway, recent times are what you're waiting for. She left him, but we stayed close as grandchildren are involved and we live close by. My husband and I have not had sex for many years; all he wants is companionship, but I need more. As neighbors, my ex-son-in-law stops by to say hi or borrow tools at times. We have talked; really, he is my only confidant. He once commented how good I looked and what a lucky guy my husband is and I laughed and explained his lack of interest. His answer was what a fool he is and that if he had me, he would start and end each day on top of me. Definitely the most obvious of all our flirtations, at least to that point. More recently when discussing the subject, he said I needed a friend with benefits and many guys would volunteer for the job. I said, "Yeah, more old guys like my hubby," and he said, "No," and told me I was bound to be more than just his older woman fantasy. As he got off the couch, I saw the same excitement from that day years ago. I was about to explode. I felt he was about to give up as he was doing all the work and I was not doing my share. I was scared. We both wanted it and trusted each other completely, but I was scared. He basically let me know where and when to be, but I was scared. I posted for advise to a different site and many responses were nasty, calling me names, telling me I was hell bound, and that I was to be nothing more than a toy to him; most of them told me as my one other friend/confidant had that I better prepare for my first anal experience, etc. Some actually understood and where in similar binds; some offered great advice. Finally I took some. I still could not go to him, scared. What I did was to call and ask if he could stop by to remove a limb from my roof. Actually, it was a twig I had tossed there. He said he could come at a time that afternoon when he knew my husband was at work. I "forgot" he was coming and was only in my robe when he showed. He took all of two minutes and removed the limb/twig. When he came in, I said, and this was actually my own line, "Thanks for coming and doing that for me, otherwise I may have had to wait for a slight breeze to do so." He said he's glad I didn't wait because he had waited long enough to do this. He leaned into me and kissed me softly. I felt a wave of panic and my heart felt like it was pounding out of my chest. I was frozen. He grabbed me by the hand and backed into my couch. He looked me in the eyes and said, "Finally." He made love to me better than I had ever had my entire life. When we were done, we rested a bit and talked some. I asked if he thought I was a whore. He said, "Why, just because you're a married woman who just had her ex-son-in-law make love to her?" He laughed, and then said, "Yeah, but it's ok so long as you're my whore." That afternoon was the best sex of my life. I have no regrets. We have repeated a couple times now and it just gets better. I know it will end soon but again, no regrets. My husband and I actually get along better now as a result. I was getting bitter, and so all we did was argue. Now he has his companion and I start most weeks having sex with a hot younger guy, and we get along great. My whole life I did for others; finally doing for me!
— Patty, 58