Mother-in-law Peeping for Halloween

"Mom, you were fifty-two-years-old last year," said Jennifer with a laugh.

I couldn't believe their drunken conversation. More unbelievable is when Jennifer answered her mother's insanely inane and incestuous questions about my cock. Is there no privacy, modesty, and shame, even between mother and daughter and mother-in-law and son-in-law? Have they no decorum? What happened to decency and modesty? Does no one have any respect anymore for anything? Where are their morals?

With me hiding in my mother-in-law's bedroom closet, while waiting for her to strip naked, it was strange for me to feel so violated and/or embarrassed, when in truth, I wasn't. Torn between feeling embarrassed and excited, truth be told, I wouldn't mind showing Diane my cock, if the opportunity ever presented itself. Truth be told, I wouldn't mind Diane stroking my cock to measure how big I was. Truth be told, I wouldn't mind Diane taking my cock in her mouth and sucking me.

"Wanna see how big my cock gets, Diane? Go ahead, touch it, feel it, hold it in your hand, and stroke it, before taking it in your mouth to suck it. May I feel your big tits? Go ahead, you may stroke me, while I feel your tits. Yeah, that's right, Mom, stroke my cock, while I fondle your big breasts. I'll tell you what. Why not take a closer look at my cock? Yeah, that's it, get on your knees, so that you can see my cock better. That's right, take me in your mouth and suck it, Diane. Suck my cock."

I couldn't believe all that went through my mind, while listening to my wife tell her mother about my cock. Both hard liquor drinkers, maybe after I see her mother naked, maybe next time, when Jennifer is drunk again, I'll invite my friends to watch her strip from inside my closet. Both slutty exhibitionists, like sexy daughter like MILF of a mother-in-law, besides the twenty year difference in their ages, the only thing that separated them was that Jennifer couldn't hold her alcohol.

Showing more skin than wearing clothes, both my wife and mother-in-law dressed as sexy strippers for the Halloween masquerade party. Oh, my God, with so much of their tits exposed, their costumes were outrageous. So unlike Jennifer to expose so much of her hot body to all the men in attendance, had she not been drinking, had she not been in some weird competition with her mother to show who was hotter and which one had a better body, Jennifer never would have chosen such a revealing costume to wear.

All they needed to complete the illusion that they were real strippers was a big, hard pole between their legs. After having already given my wife one that morning, I was hoping to give my mother-in-law one tonight, too. What began just as a fun Halloween Masquerade party, had morphed into me purposely getting them drunk in the hopes of seeing more of Diane's hot body, by hiding in her closet. Then, just as the hope of seeing my mother-in-law strip naked, before she passed out drunk, my sexual intentions had now morphed into hoping to touch her, feel her, and have sex with her. An endless sexual adventure, my passion for my mother-in-law is an all consuming one.

I watched men dancing cheek to cheek with my wife and touching her, feeling her, and groping her, where no man should ever touch another man's wife. What's good for the gander is good for the goose and I'm not embarrassed to admit that it excited me to watch men squeezing my wife's ass, while feeling her big tits. Hoping to use that as ammunition, hoping to use my drunkenness, as an excuse, too, should I be caught ogling my mother-in-law, in the way that my wife would, no doubt, use her drunkenness as an excuse for allowing men to grope her, getting them both drunk and horny was all part of my incestuous plan.

Having gotten too excited watching all the horny men dance with and grope my wife and then do the same to Diane, figuring she'd allow me to grope her, too, I got my turn to touch and feel her where no son-in-law should ever touch and feel his mother-in-law, when I slow danced with her on the dance floor. Encouraged by my drunken wife to show her lonely mother a good time, I took that as my green light to press and rub my hard body against my firm mother-in-law. Inspired by watching my wife close dancing with so many men, while allowing herself to be felt up by them all, I took her abhorrent sexual behavior as my implied permission to cop cheep feels of my mother-in-law's round ass and big breasts.

Figuring she was just too drunk to care, surprised, shocked actually, I couldn't believe my mother-in-law allowed me to feel her ass and fondle the sides of her breasts. Waiting for her to swat my hand away, when she didn't, I took that as a green light to feel more of her longer, before squeezing her ass. Then, when she didn't object to that either, I danced with both of my hands cupping her round, firm ass cheeks, before reaching around to grab a handful of her big tit.

Was she so drunk that she didn't know her son-in-law was taking liberties with her ass and feeling her tits? Did she imagine that I was someone else? Or was she aroused that it was me, her son-in-law, groping her sexy body?

Feeling encouraged by getting away with feeling and squeezing her ass, I started feeling more of the sides of her breasts with the heel of my palms. Then, I took my whole hand and moved it to the front of her, while touching, feeling, fondling, and squeezing her big tits. Was she drunk enough not to know that I just grabbed and groped her breast or was she drunk enough not to care that I grabbed and groped her breast?

Oh, my God. I so wanted to lift up the back of her skirt and expose her panty clad ass to everyone on the dance floor. I so wanted to feel her ass through her panties, but this wasn't a swingers' Halloween masquerade ball. This was a local dance at the Elks. I needed to be mindful of my environment and somewhat discreet.

Never have I had such an erotic time slow dancing with anyone, as I had slow dancing with, of all women, my sexy mother-in-law. Even though I wanted to, for fear she'd swat my hand away, slap my face, and spoil my fun, just as I didn't dare reach down under her skirt and feel her between her legs, I didn't dare finger her erect nipples. Oh, yeah, her headlights were at high beam, alright. Was she cold or was she aroused? It's a good thing we took a cab to the dance and decided not to drive home because between my drinking and the horny mood I was in, I was in no condition to drive a car.

With my wife sitting next to her mother and slumped to the side asleep in the back of the cab and with me sitting next to my drunken mother-in-law, I acted as if Jennifer wasn't even there with us. I acted as if my mother-in-law was my wife, my date, my girlfriend, and/or my lover. I used the opportunity of my wife's drunken unconsciousness and my mother-in-law's obvious inebriation to make out with Diane. At first our kisses were just innocent pecks, fun and friendly kisses, before turning into long, deep probing, passionate French kisses, when I parted her lips with my tongue. I couldn't believe I was French kissing my mother-in-law. I couldn't believe my mother-in-law was returning my kisses and French kissing me. Encouraged by her returning my kisses, I decided to try for more.

With a hand feeling her abundant breast, I moved my other hand to her thigh, while gradually and stealthily lifting the hem of her skirt with my fingers. Did she know I was lifting her skirt? Did she know her thigh was now so exposed? Did she know in just a few inches more and, in plain view, I'd see her bright white panty? With her skirt nearly up to her crotch now, I lightly put my hand between her legs and cupped her panty clad pussy. She gasped, before kissing me more passionately. I couldn't believe I was feeling my mother-in-law between her legs. I couldn't believe my mother-in-law was allowing me to feel her between her legs.

Moving my finger around, I slowly and ever so lightly fingered her pussy slit through her panty. Just as I could feel the indentation of her pussy slit, I could feel her pubic hair through her panty, too. The sexual connotation that I was feeling my mother-in-law's pussy through her panty was the most sexually exciting thing I've ever done. Then, move firmly, I pressed my finger against her clit through her panty and pressing my finger harder, rubbed her bean through her panty.

Continually sticking my tongue in my mother-in-law's mouth, I moved my hand from in between her legs to her breasts and felt her big, hard nipples through her blouse and bra. Never have I been so sexually excited. Now, no doubt, fully aroused, she returned my passion, when she felt my growing cock through my pants, while kissing and kissing me. Never have I wanted to have sex with Jennifer's mother in the way that I wanted to have sex with her now. Better than any sexual fantasy I've ever had about anyone, I couldn't believe I was making out and feeling up my mother-in-law, while she fondled my cock through my pants.

Was she so drunk that she didn't know it was me, her son-in-law, that she was kissing? Was she so aroused that she didn't care? Did she know that I had lifted her skirt high enough to touch her bright, white panties between her legs, before fingering her panty clad pussy slit, while rubbing her clit and pushing down on her bean? Did she know that I was feeling her tit, fingering her nipple? Was I getting her so aroused that she didn't care that I was feeling her pussy through her panties and her tits through her blouse and bra? Was I getting her so sexually excited that she didn't care that she was feeling her son-in-law's cock through his pants. Was she too drunk to know that it was her son-in-law feeling her up and her son-in-law's cock that she was feeling?

Finally, home and ready for some real, hard humping and deep probing action, when the music that abruptly stopped announced that the Halloween party was officially over and after the long, cab ride home ended, I was hoping to continue where we had left off on the dance floor and in the cab. While waiting for her to undress, I watched my mother-in-law stumble around the bedroom. After being unmercifully teased by her all evening long, a long time coming, I was so very sexually aroused. I couldn't wait to watch her strip out of her clothes.

A sexual fantasy come true, I couldn't wait to watch her unbutton her sheer blouse and unzip her short skirt that had a long, revealing slit in the front. I couldn't wait to see her in her panty and bra. I couldn't wait to see her naked. After having flashed me her sexy bra and panties all night long, before allowing me to feel her body on the dance floor, I couldn't wait to get an up close and personal view of her voluptuous, naked body.

"That's right baby. Take it off. Take it all off. Show me your tits. I need to see your big breasts."

After masquerading as a stripper all night and now hoping to continue to play the part by stripping naked in front of my eyes, now was her chance to make all my sexy dreams come true. I couldn't wait to watch her undress. I couldn't wait to see her in her bra and panty. I couldn't wait to see her topless and to finally see her big breasts, areolas, and nipples. I couldn't wait to see her naked. Always wondering if she was shaved, trimmed, or bushy, I couldn't wait to finally see her pussy and her ass. I couldn't wait, I couldn't wait, I couldn't wait.

I wondered if she masturbated? Doesn't everyone? I wondered if she masturbated over me? Doesn't everyone? I wondered what she said and did when she had an orgasm. Hoping to find out, was she just as violently vocal, as was her daughter or was she more respectfully repressed and reserved because she was older?

A long time coming, after imagining her stripping naked, I imagined her lying on her bed and facing the closet with her legs spread. I wondered, being that she had been drinking, if she'd give me even more of a show and touch herself. I imagined her hand fingering her nipple and a finger titillating her pussy. I'd love to watch her masturbate herself, while thinking of me, before going to bed. Then, just as she was she started moaning, just as she was about to cum, I imagined myself stepping from the closet to give her a slow hand, a long tongue, and a hard cock.

"Wow!"

I was so nervous. I was so excited. Unable to take the next step for fear that she'd reject me, I figured I'd wait to see what transpired, once she removed her clothes. If she only knew I was in her closet watching her, what would she think? What would she say? What would she do?

Then, I wondered, just as I suspected my mother and sister knew that I watched them undress, while hiding in the closet, I wondered if she knew that I was in the closet watching her strip naked, too? Would she stop undressing and quickly cover herself? Would she open the closet door and confront me? Would she scream and run from the room? Would she tell her daughter, my wife, that I peeped on her?

Maybe she wouldn't care that I watched her undress. Maybe she wouldn't care that I saw her naked. Maybe, knowing I was in the closet watching her, it would turn her on knowing that I watched her undress and saw her naked, naked, naked. Once naked, maybe she'd invite me to have sex with her. Or maybe she'd pretend that she didn't know I was in the closet watching her. Maybe she'd use that as her chance to tease me. Maybe, she'd masturbate herself and use that as her opportunity to play along, too, and show me all that I so wanted and needed to see of her sexy body.

"Oh, my God. I'm so excited that I'm shaking."

Trembling with sexual excitement, I'm quivering with the anticipation of finally seeing my MILF of a mother-in-law naked, naked, naked. This is it. Oh, yeah, trick or treat alright. I love Halloween.

Now determined to do the dirty deed, after waiting so very long for her in her closet to come to bed, instead of just watching her strip naked, I long since decided that, one way or another, I was going to have my wicked way with my MILF of a mother-in-law on Halloween night. Oh, yeah, after she stripped naked I was going to have sex with her. Definitely, after she sucked me, I was going to fuck Diane.

"Trick or treat. Here's something good and hard to eat. First you suck and then we'll fuck."

Once she finally stripped naked, just as I took and she allowed me to take so many inappropriate liberties with her hot body on the dance floor, I wondered what she'd think of me touching her, feeling her, and having sex with her, now that we're home alone with one another. Would she think it was a still part of the Halloween dance? Would she take it as more of a treat than a trick? Would she think of me as the pervert that I am for hiding in the closet and watching her undress or would she consider me the lover that I want and needed to be?

Always home, except for working her job and going out food shopping, not taking up with another man, Jennifer shared her mother's confession with me that she hasn't had sex, since my father-in-law left her for a younger woman. Based on her confession of not having sex in a while, I couldn't help but wonder if she was horny. I couldn't help but wonder how she'd be in bed.

Would she be afraid and resistant or would she embrace the opportunity to suck and fuck a big, hard cock? Is she as excited over having sex with her son-in-law, as I'm excited over the prospect of having sex with my mother-in-law? Would she want me, as much as I want her? I'd soon know.

A mature woman from a different generation, I wondered if she sucked cock. I wondered if she'd allow me to cum in her mouth. I wondered if she swallowed. I wondered if she'd wrap her legs around my back and scream in pleasure, while I banged her pussy and gave her an orgasm.

Hidden behind her hanging clothes, so long as she didn't turn off the light, no matter where she was in the room, the louvers of the closet doors were opened just enough to give me a good look of what she was doing without her seeing me. With her pale blue, sexy nightgown, my favorite nightgown that she owns, already laid out on the bed, I knew she wouldn't be going in her closet. She was drunk, but not drunk enough to know what she was doing. Certainly, she wasn't drunk enough not to want to have sex. Like mother like daughter, her daughter drank too much, too.

My original plan was just to watch her undress. Then, after waiting so long for her to come to bed, a change of plan, instead of peeping at her from inside the closet, instead of just watching her undress, my plan now was to come up from behind her, as soon as she entered her bedroom. With one hand across her mouth, my other hand would feel her big tits, before unbuttoning her blouse to feel her big breasts and finger her nipples through her bra.

To let her immediately know my intention, I imagined raising her skirt high enough to reach around between her legs to cup her panty clad pussy. Only, what if she screamed? What if she resisted? What if she didn't know it was me and thought that I was an intruder and/or a rapist? What if she fought me? What if she or I got hurt in the ensuing struggle? What if Jennifer woke up and thought I was hurting her mother?

Then, more erotically exciting, I thought of a new plan that incorporated my first plan, the plan that I liked so much better than the new plan. Now that she's about to undress herself, something that I won't have to struggle to do, I'll wait until she strips naked. Then, I'll play it by ear, while watching her. Maybe, by her actions, she'll give me a hint, what I should do next. Only, should I take her when she's naked or should I wait until she puts on her sexy nightgown? I won't know, until later, when it happens, as it happens, and if it happens.

Ever since she welcomed me in the family 5-years-ago, I wanted to feel my mother-in-law's tits, ass, and pussy through her nightgown. Since the first day I met her, when she opened the front door wearing only her transparent nightgown, practically naked in front of her daughter and in front of me, I wanted to see her naked. Having no shred of modesty, her daughter's boyfriend, then, she teased me by walking around in front of me in her sheer, sexy nightgown without having the decency to put on a bathrobe. As provocative exciting, as it was sexually frustrating, had I not been with Jennifer, I would have fucked her mother right then and there.

Whenever I came to visit Jennifer on the weekend, whether in the morning, afternoon, or evening, her mother was always in her sheer, low cut, and sexy nightgown. Jennifer said her Mom was depressed and lonely and, unless she had someplace to go, didn't get dressed, but I figured she was more an exhibitionist and just horny. As if she was naked, whenever she stood in front of the big bay window in the early morning with the sunlight streaming through the glass or leaned into the refrigerator at night with all the lights off, I could clearly see her body, as if she was naked. Tired of masturbating over the thoughts of having sex with Diane, tonight was the night.

Quickly I donned the mask that I wore at the Halloween masquerade ball. Feeling ridiculous wearing a mask, looking much like a lone ranger impersonator without the white hat, I knew she'd recognize me, as her silly son-in-law. Yet, just in case she needed the mask to go all the way with me, the Halloween mask may be just the pretense enough she needs for her to pretend that she didn't know it was me, her son-in-law, stepping from the closet.

Using Halloween as part of my perfect plan, it was the charade I needed to get away with what I wanted and was about to do. After groping her on the dance floor, after making out with her in the cab, and after overhearing her sexual conversation about me with my wife, I suspected she'd go along with anything that I wanted to do to her naked body. After watching her strip naked, figuring she'd suspect that I was in the closet watching her, just as my mother and sister no doubt knew, I was hoping she'd do everything that I'd want her to do to my naked body.