Let me start by introducing my mother-in-law. Her name is Vaishali. Typical Marathi housewife. Studied till 9th standard. So basically, she is not so educated or tech-savvy.
Slim figure but a good shape asset, boobs like mangoes, and a good round ass. She always wears a saree and has never skipped one. Even at night, she sleeps in a saree. That is one of my fetish saree-wearing women.
Her husband, my father-in-law, is a drunkard. He never cared about her, and her son was always out of the home. He treats her the same way as father-in-law. They never think about her or her happiness, and she also accepts her fate. She stays at home watching some TV and does all the housework.
I married her daughter a year ago. I never thought about her in a sexy way. But one day, my wife and I went to her home, and no one was there. My mother-in-law was busy with her work. I was sitting on the sofa in the living room. My wife went downstairs to get something from neighbours.
They were about to head out to buy some things. I was supposed to sit at home and watch some TV while they came back. MIL was in the kitchen doing some work. She went into the bedroom to change her saree and get ready. I was unaware of the fact that she was changing.
She kept the door unlocked, and it was a bit open. I guess the habit is because no one is at home during the day. I thought while they were gone, I should take a nap in the bedroom. I was about to enter the bedroom. I saw the door was slightly open, and some sound came from the drawers being opened.
My curiosity peaks like any man wants to watch a woman and look at her beauty. I peeked inside without making any noise. There she was, my mother-in-law in bra and petticoat, selecting a saree from her wardrobe. Round boobs, petticoat tight around the ass, open hairs.
She was looking like a proper call girl who wanted to get fucked every day. My jaw dropped because I never thought my MIL would be that hot. I want to watch her getting dressed. I got a big boner in my pants. She chose a blue saree and a matching blouse.
She never wore a saree in a sexy way or anything, just casually. Tied her hair. My god, it was such a good sex show. I think my pants were wet because of the precum. She was about to finish. So I slowly went to the living room without letting her know.
My wife and MIL went outdoors for some shopping. I was sitting there thinking about that scene. I made up my mind I wanted to fuck her and make her my 2nd wife.
Months passed, and I was waiting for the opportunity, and it came. There were some pooja in their native place. So everyone was supposed to go. But I was not interested, so I told them I didn’t have office leave. I was pretty sure they were not going to take my mother-in-law with them.
So, I wanted to capitalize on my opportunity. I told my wife I would be with my MIL at their house. So they went. My MIL went inside the kitchen to do some work. I wanted to impress her. So the day before, I bought her a red designer saree as a gift and a hot backless blouse without my wife knowing.
Me – Mother?
Vaishali – Ha? Jawai say (jawai meaning son-in-law in Marathi)
Me – I have brought you a gift, look.
She was happy. She got even more happy after opening the box.
Vaishali – Wow, thank you, jawai. But it looks expensive. You don’t have to.
Me – It is nothing compared to you. Can you try the saree and get ready? Let’s click your pictures.
Vaishali – Now? I have some work, beta.
Me – Please.
She agreed and went inside the bedroom to change. I thought she might not like the blouse design because it was backless. She never wore blouses like that. She wore the saree and got ready with some makeup. Oh my god, she looked like a bomb.
Vaishali – How am I looking?
Me – Like a newly married bride. Beautiful. Can you turn around?
She turned around. Oh my god, the blouse was exposing her 90% of the back. It was so sexy. She had a habit of tucking a small handkerchief on her waist. It was sexy.
Me – Ok, let’s click your pictures like a model, haha.
I clicked her pictures and showed her some poses. She was enjoying this kind of attention because my FIL never gave her that. After about 15 minutes or so, I put my mobile on the desk and came close to her, clicking our picture together. I told her to wait.
Let’s take more pictures of us because we don’t have good pictures with each other. She agreed. So, in one photo, I put my hands on her shoulder and one on her waist from behind. I was afraid that she denied it, but she didn’t. So I made the bold decision, putting my hand on her open back.
Enjoying her back while taking multiple pictures. I can see she was a little uncomfortable but didn’t say anything.
Vaishali – Enough jawai. I have work. I will go and change.
Me – Change? Why? Please, Mom, I know you liked this saree. So please wear this saree. I want to see you happy. Please.
After thinking for a minute, she agreed and smiled. Her uncomfortable face was gone as she was assured at least someone would think about her happiness. So she went back to the kitchen. I also followed her. She tucked her pallu in the waist.
Hairs tied, Backless blouse, oh my god, she was looking like a proper slut. She was kneading the dough for roti. I also went to the kitchen and started having a conversation to make her feel relaxed.
Me – Mom, please teach me how to do that. Your daughter always complains that I don’t help her, haha.
She agreed. I was kneading the dough, but I was deliberately making a mess. So she came from behind me and helped with the technique.
Me – Mom, you do. I will put my hands on your hands from behind so I will understand the movements better.
So she was in the front, I was behind her. Put my hands on her hands. We were kneading. The smell of her body, sweat and hair was turning me on. So I came to a lot closer where my boner would touch her from behind. She was surprised but kept silent. I took that as a good sign.
I came closer so she could feel my breath on her shoulders. She shut her eyes, and I breathed near her ears and shoulders. The dough was already messed up, but we didn’t stop. I knew she was also enjoying it. This was my chance. I rubbed my hands on the handkerchief she tucked on her waist to clean.
Next thing, I put my left hand on her waist and belly button and started caressing it. She left soft moans. My lips were kissing her neck. It was so hot. My hands were enjoying her tummy. I focused my lips attention on her bare back. Started kissing her back.
Her navel was deep. My fingers were fucking it. She kept moaning. Untucked her pallu from her waist. The right hand grabbed her boob and started pressing. This time, she moaned a little bit louder. After so many years of being sex-starved, she was feeling this.
I unpinned her pallu from the shoulder, and it fell. I don’t want this to be a one-time thing. I want this from her for a lifetime. So this was my chance to claim her and show her the authority, so she obeyed me. I knew she was submissive. So I stopped and turned her face towards me.
There she was, feeling all the hormones activated with her nipples hard. They were poking the blouse from inside. Breathing heavily.
Me – Vaishali?
She – Hmmm? Jawai?
She was shocked I was calling her by the name. I choked her lightly and said.
Me – Jawai? You don’t call me jawai from today. I am your husband, your AAHO. (‘Aaho’ is the term Marathi woman uses for their husband as a sign of respect). You are only mine to fuck. You will serve me forever. Is that understood? Say Aaho.
She was shocked, but she wanted this kind of attention for ages. Now, her son-in-law has already seduced her. She has no choice, as well.
Vaishali – But Jawai, this is wrong. You’re like my son.
I slapped her on the cheeks. Pinched her nipple hard.
Vaishali – You are my husband.
These words turned me on. Now I have got her. I plant my lips on her lips. We started kissing, exchanging saliva, our tongues hugging each other inside. We were kissing like animals, wet and hard.
Meanwhile I lifted her and put her on the kitchen counter. I lifted her saree to her thighs. Wow, her thighs were so smooth and milky white. I now opened her hair opened her blouse, and two mangoes popped out in the bra. I started pressing them hard, and she was moaning loudly.
Meanwhile my tongue and lips were enjoying her neck area. I was about to open her bra when I heard knocks on the door. We both panicked. We stopped and cleaned ourselves. I went to the living room and sat on the sofa, and she opened the door.
It was her friend, the neighbour, asking for some sugar and salt. The neighbour was also shocked to see Vaishali in such a saree. She took the sugar from Vaishali, smiled at me, and left. I guess she got the idea of what happened here. But who cares?
Vaishali again went to the kitchen. So I followed her and grabbed her behind again and started kissing her back. She resisted saying.
Vaishali – Jawai, this is wrong. Please leave me.
Me – Vaishali, you dare call me jawai again.
Vaishali – We can’t do this. What about your wife, my daughter?
Me – (I choked her neck) You are my wife, and you don’t have the authority to ask me anything. So, just shut up and follow my orders.
She was resisting, but that resistance was very light as if she wanted it. However, her morals and values stopped her. I pushed her down and made her sit down on the knees. She knew what I wanted.
Vaishali, please leave me; we should stop.
Me – Vaishali, what did I say just now? Huh. You know what to do. So start.
After waiting for 2-3 minutes. She accepted her fate and nodded in agreement. I grabbed her hair like a ponytail. She unzipped my pants and pulled them down. My dick was already hard and big in the underwear. Again, she looked at me, hoping I would stop this, but I gave her one angry look.
She looked down, here and there. Took my cock in her soft hands. Wow, that touch. Even though I have sex with my wife, she never agrees to oral sex. So this was like a fairytale for me. She started giving me a handjob. I think she knew what to do and how to do it.
Even after 2-3 minutes, she was still not putting my dick in her mouth. I got frustrated and, with my other hand, choked her by the neck.
Me – Vaishali…bitch what is this timepass?
Vaishali – Jawai…sorry Aaho, please don’t make me do this, this is wrong.
Now, I choked her slightly with more force, which forced her to open her mouth even more. With that chance, my 7 inch dick entered her mouth like a horse wanted to run and win the race. I started fucking her mouth. In and out. In and out. Oh my god, that was a heavenly feeling.
Getting a blowjob from your mother-in-law. Wow. Now, she was also getting in the mood because I felt her tongue deeper and that sexy motion. This went on for 5 minutes. My dick was very hard. So I grabbed her head with both hands and started fucking her mouth wildly.
She was gasping for air, that made me turn on even more. After 10 minutes, I was about to cum.
Me – I am about to cum.
She tried to say something, but with my dick in her mouth, she couldn’t. You know what I mean. I understood she wanted me to pull out my dick. But I was damn reluctant. I wanted her to swallow my cum without dropping a single drop.
After a few minutes, I grabbed her head and pushed her mouth even more on my dick, so my dick touched her deep throat. I started cumming in her throat.
Me – Vaishali…oh my god. Bitch drink your husband’s cum. This will be your daily drink, more like vitamins, hahaha.
With that saying, I could see she was swallowing the cum by movement of her throat. I kept my dick in her mouth for like 5 minutes so that every single drop would go into her mouth. Her eyes were red, her hair was all distorted, and she was looking like a proper slut.
I slapped my resting dick into her cheeks. I could see she was feeling guilty and embarrassed.
Me – Vaishali, go and make me some tea. I am going to wash up. You will not Gargle or spit out anything out of your mouth, you understand. You will not drink water for an hour. That is your punishment for not following my orders.
She agreed. I was like on cloud 9 because I finally got to seduce my mother-in-law. I went to the bathroom, cleaned myself, and went to the living room, sitting on the sofa. Vaishali came with tea. She again went back to her old ways, tied her hair, and put a saree pallu on her waist.
I could see she was not happy, just guilty and sad that she cheated on her husband by giving a blowjob to her son-in-law. As she was about to go, I put the tea cup aside, grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me. I made her sit in my lap, like a couple sitting in the park while making out.
I slid my hands into her navel area. She is 50+ years old, but her navel area was so soft. I put my fingers into her belly button and started playing. She did not say anything or try to go away.
She was like. ‘I have to suffer this. I will get through.’ I am inserting fingers into my mother-in-law’s belly button. Who would have thought that?
Me – Vaishali, why are you upset? What’s wrong?
I said this while I put my other hand on her thigh.
Vaishali – Aaho jawai, you don’t think this is wrong. If my husband and my daughter find out, we will be in big trouble.
Me – This is the last time you have called me, Jawai. Okay? And do you even know your husband cheats on you with another woman in the dance bar every day? Everybody knows about this.
Vaishali – But?
Me – Vaishali, you are mine now. Forget about your husband and daughter. You will only serve me. I am your one true husband. (I pinched her right boobs nipple hard) Before you say anything, you will say Aaho as a sign of respect. Now prepare food for me.
Vaishali – Ouch. Yes, Aaho.
I had lunch and told her I was going out for some work. She has to stay at home and complete other housework. She will not leave the house without my permission. She agreed. I went to a lingerie shop and bought some sexy lace and bra and panties.
After that I went to a saree shop and bought a black net saree which is see-through and the sexy type. I came home around 6.30 PM.
Me – Vaishali, where are you? Come here.
Vaishali – What’s all this? (By looking at the Shopping bags)
Me – Shut up bitch, stop asking questions and take this bag to the bedroom and bring me a glass of water.
She took the bags, went inside, and brought me a glass of water. I was sitting on the sofa.
Me – Go and wear the saree which I bought for you, we are going out for dinner.
Vaishali – Really, wow, thank you.
I could see real happiness on her face. I think no one ever brought her any gifts. She went inside. I was standing behind her. She was a little surprised. It was a black lace bra that exposed 50% of the boobs and thong-type panties. Black colour see-through saree.
I know she had never worn this kind of clothes in her entire life. But she knew saying no to me was not an option. She hesitantly started getting ready. I went outside, waiting for her to come out. After 20 minutes, she came out.
Oh my god, she was looking like a proper slut, a modern housewife who’s going out for a night party. Her navel was visible. The blouse was deep neck, sleeveless, and backless, giving out the proper cleavage. Tight around the boobs so the shape was visible. I got boner by just looking at her.
Me – Vaishali, you are looking beautiful, my sweetie.
Me – Aaho, thank you, but how can I go out like this? People in our area will tell our family and will gossip.
I understood her point. I know she was happy but a little bit scared of the people in our area. So I gave her my hoodie to cover her top area until we got out of the area. I deliberately took the keys to the scooty and told her she would be driving and I would sit behind.
So we went downstairs. She was covered up, so no one bothered. As soon as we were a little far away from the area, I told her to stop scooty and remove the hoodie. She did. Tucked her saree pallu into the waist. Exposing her soft white skin between the blouse and saree and view of the side boob.
Now I can enjoy her while she is driving and people will look at us. Thats hot. The hotel was on the outskirts of the area, like a village nearby, and was a 20-minute drive away. As she removed the hoodie, I groped her from behind with both hands and started playing with her navel and underboobs.
That smooth skin with a little moisturizer. It was like a baby’s skin. My fingers were going deep inside her navel, turning her on, and she started moaning.
Me – Vaishali baby, how are you feeling?
Vaishali – Mmmmm…..(Moaning) Aaho, let me drive, na.
Me – You ride this scooty, and I am going to ride you. Haha
After a while, I put my left hand on her left boob, pressing the boobs softly. It was more soft than a sponge. I could feel her nipples were erect, and it was poking to come out of that blouse. She started moaning a little loudly, but there were no vehicles nearby.
It was turning me on. So I increased my pace and started pressing the boobs with more pressure. Now, she moaned loudly. I unbuttoned her three blouse buttons from below. Her left boob popped out of that tight blouse. All this we were doing while we were riding on a scooty.
I slid my hands inside her bra and started pinching and playing with her erect nipple. She was going mad with all this and that too on the open road. She never imagined it would happen to her. It was a scary experience but also an exciting one. I kept playing with her nipple.
I started pressing the other boob as well over the blouse. This went on for 10 minutes. We were about to reach the hotel. So I asked her to stop the scooty and told her to button the blouse and arrange the saree and all. We reached the venue.
Everyone was looking at Vaishali like they were going to undress and fuck her right now. She was looking like a sex bomb. Open hair, makeup, see-through saree showing navel, sexy blouse. I was feeling turned on because people were looking at my wife with lust.
She was feeling very shy, and I guess she was also enjoying the attention strangers gave her. We asked for the corner table for privacy and sat close to each other.
Me – So, Vaishali, how are you feeling every one is looking at you. You are so beautiful, dear.
Vaishali – Thank you, Aaho. (She was shy, looking down with a smile)
Me – Let’s order your favourite things, and we will have a drink today.
Vaishali – I have never had a drink before, but if you say so,
So we ordered her favourite food and had 2-3 drinks. Both were feeling a little drunk, so I decided to book a cab for the home. I left the scooty there at the hotel to pick it up later. Our cab came, and I helped Vaishali to get inside because she was more tripped than me. After all, it was her first time.
The cab driver looked at her, and for a few minutes, he checked her out. I knew he was turned on. We sat behind, and the ride started. I noticed the driver was constantly looking at Vaishali’s cleavage and figure through the rearview mirror.
To turn him on more, I started kissing Vaishali. It was like a smooch. Deep and passionate, she was also responding because of the alcohol. This went on for 10 minutes. I started pressing her boobs over the saree.
We were not bothered that the cab driver was looking at us. After 15 minutes, we reached our destination. It was around 10.30 PM. Our area was empty, so Vaishali went ahead. I was paying the cab driver.
Cab driver- Sir, no offence, but your girlfriend is hot and sexy. You are lucky.
Me – I know, brother. She is my randi. (We both smiled)
We got to our house. I got inside first, and she closed the door.
Next Part: Sex with My Innocent Mother-In-Law – Part 2