1. Loving my Mother-in-Law


    Date: 10/24/2018, Categories: Wife / MILF, Author: dirty_chop, Source: LushStories

    We found ourselves alone together on the couch after a morning and most of an afternoon of laboring in the yard. I was still sitting in the sweaty clothes I'd been working in all day, but Lisa had taken a shower. She was now in a loose-fitting pair of aged khaki shorts and a peach tank top. My mother-in-law had never been one to care much about fashion. Now in her early 50's, she was still in decent shape. She never exercised, just kept a light diet. Her skin was always fair and never really tanned. And now her brown hair hung, still a bit damp, about to her shoulders. Half laying on the couch, the tips of her toes just barely grazed against my leg. I hadn't given it a thought, but she had these petite feet with adorable little toes, highlighted in a very light pink. I'd pulled my hat off and wiped away a bit of sweat, then flopped my arms down to find my hand resting on the top of her right foot, about at the ankle. She was saying something about my help, not being able to get all this done without me, something like that. How did we end up in the house alone? I think I said something back about being glad to help? Or maybe I'd told her I was hungry? Or maybe I said I was tired? I can't remember the conversation at all. But I suddenly found myself gently caressing the top of her lovely foot as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back into the sunlight that filled half of the room. At some point, my subconscious contact became quite deliberate. I moved closer to her, ...
    picking her legs up and sliding beneath them. I began to massage her at the heel, then her tired arch, and finally, the soft flesh of the bottom of her toes. Then flexing and spreading them out, I would pause before starting again on her other foot. Her eyes were still closed as she gave a light moan. It didn't seem to be sexual, but more a sound of relief and relaxation. As time passed, I began to work my way slowly up her legs. Eventually, I was working from the back of her knees, through her calves, and once again to her toes. It was only after I had become bold enough to start working up the milky skin of her inner thighs did she gasp in surprise, as if becoming aware and uncomfortable. But she did not ask me to stop, and I had no plans to do so on my own. It was when I was cupping her left foot in my hand, working her arch with my thumb, and my other hand was rubbing up her thigh, just barely under her shorts that she snapped from her trance. "Wait. What are you doing," she stated more than asked. "Shhh...," I replied rubbing deeper into her muscles. "No, really. What is happening here?" There was a new tension in her body but still, she did not ask me to stop. With her legs in my lap, I paused from rubbing. Cupping the outer edge of her shapely foot in my hand, I brought it to my mouth. With firm and deliberate pressure, I began to kiss the inner arch of her foot. I then began to work my way to her heel, back to the arch, then to her toes. As my mouth worked, my other hand ...
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