Steamy Affairs(Erotica)

NEW STORY TITLE: BEAUTIFUL MOM INLAW ALWAYS HELPS (Incest/Taboo).

Mother-in-law helps out with a problem..

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Oh where to begin?

I had a problem.

Things weren’t going well between my wife and I in the bedroom. My sex drive was fueled by jet fuel and going mach jesus with my tail on fire, and her’s had run out of gas. I wanted her like a man in the desert wants water and she wanted none of it.

Other than that our relationship was fine. We still went out on dates. Kissed. Cuddled. But any other physical contact had to be on her terms and that usually consisted of me giving her massages.

I felt like a servant more often than a husband.

This had been going on for over three years. She’d still throw me a bone every now and then, but I felt like I had to beg for it and it was a huge inconvenience for her.

The sex was great, when we had it. I’d make sure she had at least three big orgasms before I considered having one. From fingering, to oral, to toys, to intercourse, we always ended up in a puddle from her orgasms and having to change the sheets. We’d always cuddle after, both catching our breaths. I’d always thank her, and she’d always apologize for not doing it more often. But then nothing would change.

We’d go months at a time without sex. It was devastating.

We’d tried everything. From therapy, to medicine, to games, to changing up when and where. Nothing worked for her.

I finally resigned myself to a sexless marriage.

My wife and her mother had an excellent relationship. They talked all the time, saw each other multiple times a week, and had similar friend groups.

My Mother-in-law (MIL) was divorced and had a house with a pool. So we’d spend a lot of time poolside during the summer.

My MIL spent most of the summer in a bikini. She wasn’t a knockout but she wasn’t ugly either. She worked out and kept fit and active. She did have breast implants which isn’t a turn on for me. I prefer natural breasts no matter what size. But she was proud of her body.

My MIL was also very affectionate. Almost overly so. The hugs would last a little longer than what I considered normal. Touching my arms, shoulders, and legs if we were sitting close. Nothing overtly inappropriate, just really familiar.

Shortly after our marriage my MIL started calling me son and insisted that I call her mom.

She liked to travel. Mostly to warm beachy locations. She’d always send us messages of the scenery.

One weekend she went to Florida. But something strange happened. She sent me a video of her on a boat with random people. As she paned around she stopped on a group of girls and said “Say hi.” They all giggled, waved, and said hi.

She sent me the message twice, about 15 minutes apart.

Then 30 minutes later sent me a message apologizing saying it was meant for someone else.

It was odd, but it flustered me a bit. I’d been struggling with my sex life and now this. I didn’t know what to think. The timing was odd.

I didn’t know if my wife had been talking to her about our problems or not.

The timing of the messages didn’t seem like an accident, so was it a joke?

I decided to have a talk with her when she got back.

A week later we were at her house for dinner. I was helping out in the kitchen while my wife and MIL chatted.

My wife excused herself to the bathroom and MIL joined me in the kitchen. I thought, “Now or never”.

I started, “Mom, about those messages you sent me. I don’t know how much you know about our sex life, but it’s been rough. And those videos got me kind of flustered.” I was stammering towards the end because she started moving closer.

She got a heartbroken look on her face and hugged me. She said “Oh son, I know everything. I wanted to make you smile. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

She pulled away a bit and continued. “I know what it’s like being the one with the high drive. That’s why I’m not married now. I don’t want you two to end up this way.”

She hugged me again and started to rub my back. “If there’s any way I can help, please come to me.”

About that time my wife was returning. My MIL released her hug and turned away from me. As she did she slid her hand down and cupped my crotch.

My mind nearly freaking exploded!!!! Inside my head I’m screaming, “Did my MIL just do what I think she did!!!! I must be hallucinating.” But my semi hard cock and the beet red blush on my face said otherwise.

My wife said, “Honey, are you OK? Your whole head, even your ears are red!”

I coughed and said, “I just ran across something super spicy.” And then hid my embarrassment in a large glass of water.

After dinner we sat around and talked for a bit then we said our goodbyes. MIL walked us to the door and gave one last round of hugs. I thanked her for everything and she hugged me close, kissed my cheek and whispered, “Any time.” Then kissed my cheek again.

The whole way home my mind was reeling from the evening.

I tried to put those events and feelings of desire out of my mind.

Thankfully the weather was starting to get colder and MIL closed down the pool. Unfortunately the clothing change didn’t help much.

Instead of bikinis and sundresses, it was now leggings and sweaters. Everything she owned fit her like a second set of skin. Every curve accentuated, showing what was, or wasn’t, underneath.

With the change in weather came changes in decorations. My MIL liked decorating for every holiday. That usually meant some work for me.

If the pool isn’t involved then my wife wants nothing to do with the outdoors. Which usually meant I was helping her mother while she stayed home and slept in.

My MIL liked mowing the lawn, but anything else with yard work was out. So I’d go over and remove leaves, check the gutters, winterize the lawn, hang/change decorations, whatever needed to be done.

We’d talk, but I always tried to avoid my non-existent sex life. I was still too uncomfortable.

One day I was bringing in the last of her potted plants before it frosted. She said “I’ve been talking with my daughter…”

No surprise there. They talk every day.

She continued, “about your sex life.” I damn near tripped and fell on the plants.

She saw me stumble but kept talking. “I’ve been trying to get her to tell me what’s wrong so it can be fixed.”

Cautiously I said, “Ooooookay?”

She said, “We’ve talked about all kinds of things. She said you’re super attentive, almost to the point of annoyance, and that you always make sure that she’s having a really good time.”

“That doesn’t sound like a bad thing to me.” I said.

“It’s not. In all of our conversations it’s never been an issue with you. Size, technique, number and intensity of orgasms, bravo by the way,” as she gave me a smile. “The issue has always been her.” “She loves you and thinks you’re the greatest man alive. She also thinks you’re hot, and she’s gone into details. But she just doesn’t have any drive.”

“So what am I supposed to do?” I asked as I sat down feeling pretty dejected at this point. It seemed hopeless.

She came over to me and started rubbing her hand across my shoulders. “I don’t know. I’ll keep talking with her and see if we can’t figure something out.”

“Thanks Mom.” I said as I stood to give her a hug. She squeezed me tight. Her breasts felt good pressed against my chest.

A couple more weeks go by and it’s nearing Thanksgiving. Down come the Halloween decorations and up go the Christmas lights. This gives me one last chance to clear the gutters before it gets really cold.

The pine needles were stacked thick. The rain had made a clumped up mess.

By the time I was finished I was sweating and my hands were black from the gutters. I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand and smeared a black line across it.

When I got down from the roof MIL fussed at me, “Son, you’re filthy. Don’t track those boots through my house. Take them off in the garage and go take a shower.”

As I walked down the hall to the guest bath she called out to me, “You’ll have to use the master bath. The other shower isn’t working. I’ve got a plumber coming next week.”

I wasn’t crazy about the master bath because it had a tiny stand up shower to make room for the soaking tub. The shower had clear doors to boot.

I got there and there was no towel. I started back down the hall and she met me, “Where are you going?”

“There’s no towel.”

“I just did laundry. I’ll get you one. Go get in the darn shower.”

“Yes Ma’am.” I grumbled as I turned back.

I started the water and waited for it to get hot. Then waited, and waited for the towel. I didn’t want her walking in on me with that door being as clear as it was. Even the steam wasn’t helping.

I yelled out “Is the towel ready?”

She yelled back “They’re finishing drying. They’ll be ready about the time you are.”

“GREAT.” I thought. “I’ll be butt naked and mortified when she comes with that damned towel.”

“Ah fuck it.” I said as I stripped down and hopped in the shower. “My wife’s told her everything anyway so there’s no surprises.”

As I stood there, hot water cascading down my body, relaxing the day’s tensions away. My mind started to drift.

Washing my hair, I took my time. Enjoying the way the shampoo washed down my body.

I slowly used the bar of soap to scrub down every inch of me. As I went over my chest my mind went to how my MIL’s breasts felt pressed against me just a couple weeks ago.

Then as I went down I recalled her cupping my crotch, and found myself not only getting hard, but thinking “I wish she’d done more”.

I stroked myself slow, imagining how her delicate hand must feel. By this point I’d totally lost track of my surroundings. My eyes were closed and I didn’t care if she saw me.

I finished with a silent moan as my cock jerked and shot cum all over the floor.

I came to my senses and in horror looked around hoping she wasn’t going to yell at me.

There on a peg just outside the shower door was a freshly laundered towel.

I could have died.

I shut off the water, which was now getting cold, and quickly toweled off. Then it hit me!

The only clothes I have are the dirty ones I just took off!!! Damn it!!!

This was just a banner day.

My panic lasted a few moments when I remembered my gym bag in the truck. Clean gym clothes are better than my dirty sweaty work clothes.

So I wrapped my towel around myself and walked out to the truck. “YES!!” My bag was there.

I changed into my gym clothes and looked around for my work clothes to stuff back in the bag.

All the stuff from my pockets were on the counter but no clothes.

I called out “Mom, have you seen my work clothes?”

She yelled back “I just threw them in the wash.”

WTF?!?!?!