[M]IL - my cop of a [f]eel | 2016

My mother in law, Ashley, lives hours away, but she regularly visits and stays several days. She is an attractive woman, but she and I did not much care for each other for several years. I never would have guessed that I'd want, much less be granted, full access to her body.

One night I was standing in my living room talking to my wife, Anna, while she and Ashley watched TV. "I'd love to have calf muscles like Collin (me)," she said. After her words, she studied my legs while biting her finger.

Anna never looked away from the TV, so she never noticed her mother's gaze or her flushed and lustful face. I arched my brow and grinned at Ashley, waiting for her to look at me. When she finally did, her embarrassment was obvious. She looked back to the TV, stone faced.

The erection growing in my pants was unexpected. "I'm going upstairs," I said. When I got to my room, I masturbated thinking of Ashley. The whole experience felt dirty, and, for a little while, I was ashamed. I watched a movie on Netflix, and went back down for a snack.

Ashley and Anna were both busy getting the house ready for bed. I searched the cabinets for a snack while Anna climbed the stairs for bed.

"Good night, Ashley," I said, and turned for the stairs tossing an apple from hand to hand.

"Good night," she replied. When she approached me for a hug, I thought nothing of it. She is a hugger, and the hug was expected. Even a cheek kiss was not uncommon, but I never expected her to slide her tongue into my mouth for the briefest of moments.

I don't think she expected it either. She backed quickly and went to her bed. I went to bed, too, but I didn't sleep for a long time.

The next night I had started forming a bit of a plan. I wanted to know if I was just rationalizing. When she stood next to me talking, while I cut potatoes for dinner, I knew what I had to do.

When I made the last cut, I wiped my hands, and, without hesitation, I placed my hand firmly on her ass and listened to her. She jumped at first, then the snuggled closer and continued talking.

Later, after Anna went to bed, I sat up with Ashley. We watched something in TV. She was under a quilt with her legs over me. I started rubbing her feet.

She was awake and talking. My hands climbed her legs, and she, suddenly, appeared asleep. My hands in her robe, I felt of her thighs. She rolled and spread her legs.

I moved my hand toward my goal, but before I could reach it, my phone beeped an incoming message. Then it beeped again. Then again. I can't even remember who was texting, but when I stopped touching her to check the phone, she got up wordless and went to bed.

The next day we went to church. Anna is part of the worship team, so Ashley and I sat beside each other in the congregation while Anna was on stage.

"It's cold in here, brrr," she said.

I put my arm around her in chivalry. She crossed her arms, hiding my hand under her arm. I took a big chance and grabbed her boob. This time she didn't flinch. Instead she smiled at me. We sat there watching my wife, her daughter, singing in the choir while I played with her boob and she felt content enjoying it.

After church her visit ended and she went home. Within two weeks of being home she had her first boyfriend in over a decade. It was some guy she knew from her youth.

A month later she visited for one night only and brought her boyfriend. In the time since her last visit I had convinced myself it had all been my imagination. I decided to forget about it and not press it further.

They arrived to town during a soccer game I coached. Before the game started I heard her yell my name. I went to hug her. Again she gave me a wet kiss fast enough for no one to really notice.

After the game she and her boyfriend came to our house. At one point she and I were in the kitchen alone. She told me about a mole on her back that had her worried.

"Let me see it," I said.

She hit my arm softly and looked toward the living room where Anna and Roger, Ashley's boyfriend, sat chatting. "Don't get too fresh with me."

Then she pulled her shirt up as high as it would go without taking it off. She stood there with her boobs on glorious bra-covered display.

I grabbed the same one I played with in church. I pulled the bra down and punched her nipple. My nerves felt on fire. I could here Anna talking while I was 10 feet away, around a corner, playing with her mom's nipple.

Ashley pushed my hand away playfully. "That's not the mole." She laughed and turned around so I could see the actual mole.

Ashley and Roger stayed one night then went home.

Since then Ashley has visited a few more times. Every time she visits, I play with her ass at my leisure and enjoy her kisses, but that kitchen nipple event is still the riskiest thing we've done.

She hasn't visited in more than two months, but she arrives tomorrow. I don't think she'd fuck me, and I'm not sure I'd want that. This game is a lot of fun, but I would like to at least get my finger in her.

I know this is much more tame than most stories, and I apologize if you are disappointed. This is a true story, at least.

Edit: typos