**The Widow’s Tease**

I had a beautiful mother in-law and she been divorced for ten years now and every now and then she would visited for a week and my wife worked night time and my mother in-law would take a shower and sit on the couch with a see thew nightie and I see her naked beautiful breast and i think she didn't have on panties and I always thought she was teasing my cock

The first time she sat on that couch half-dressed, I didn’t dare breathe. Her nightie was clingy, the dark blue fabric dampening just enough to cling to every round, soft curve of her breasts—nipples stiff and shadowed behind the thin material, begging for my tongue between them. I kept my eyes glued to the TV, my pulse hammering in my throat, wondering which way she’d part those plump lips first. Ten years of marriage and she still had the same slow walk, hips swaying just right. She knew how to work a room, how to make people look. But tonight, there was only me. And the way her legs shifted apart as she flopped onto the cushions? I felt it. That familiar, electric push of fabric, a whisper of silken skin against my cock as she crossed her knees, letting the nightie ride high. The scent of her—dark, floral, the sharp heat of vanilla body wash—was all the confirmation I needed. She tilted her head back, fingers sliding down her throat as she hummed along to some song barely audible. My stare dropped between her breasts, and there it was—no panties, the damp fabric clinging to the edge of her mound like some kind of cruel, teasing striptease. I had to adjust myself. The pressure was unbearable. And when she caught herself, her eyes—freshly fucked-out and slow, unfocused—lingered on my lap just a second too long? That smirk? The way her tongue swiped over her lips? Game on.

The couch groaned as she stretched, her thighs pressing together before drifting open again—just enough to let the fabric of her nightie slide lower, baring the tops of her plump thighs. Her nails glinted in the dim light when she raked them through her hair, leaning back like she was showing off. "You know," she purred, voice rough with that song she’d just been torturing me with, "they say a woman your age should be *very* careful with how she behaves around me." My breath hitched. *Her age?* I’d turned thirty-five two weeks ago. "I don’t remember the rules," she added, watching as my fingers flexed against the armrest, my grip tightening. One slip, one push, and I’d have that thin fucking fabric between my fingers. "Do you?" Her free hand trailed down her collarbone, fingertips brushing the damp curve of a breast before dipping lower—stopped short, just above the nightie’s hem. The air between us was thick enough to cut with, charged with the wet promise of her skin. I swallowed hard. "Jill—" She laughed, the sound dark and knowing, shaking her head. "Oh, no. Not tonight, sweet boy." Her gaze snapped back to mine, deliberate. "You’ve been good… but I always win." Then she hooked her toe into the cushion, parting her knees wider, and the nightie split—bare, glistening, already wet. "Unless you want to *prove* it."

Her fingers worked the fabric of the nightie slowly, deliberately, until the damp blue slid completely off her lap, pooling against the outside of her thigh. The couch creaked under her weight as she shifted forward, knees pressing into my thighs, forcing me back. I didn’t move. "Cat got your tongue?" she teased, voice huskier now. "You always were so quiet, so *gentle*." She let her hand drop between her legs, testing the heat of her own slickness before curling her fingers against herself. The little whimper that escaped her wasn’t meant for me. I exhaled sharply through my nose, fingers digging into the cushion. "Jill, we can’t—" Her free hand shot out, sharp nails hooking into the zipper of my jeans. "Yes, we *can*," she corrected, yanking it down just far enough to free my cock—hot, already leaking, trapped inside my boxers. Her fingers tightened, slow torturous circles pressing against the bulge. I groaned, low and involuntary, as she watched, eyes half-lidded with that same fucked-out look she’d had in the shower. "Did you forget?" she murmured, leaning closer, her breath hot against my jaw. "I *always* win." Then her lips grazed my ear, teeth nipping at the lobe. "So does this."

As she took her nighties the rest of the off and my eyes staring at her beautiful body and she said come and get some

Her fingertips traced the straining fabric of my boxers, teasing the ridge of my cock before letting her palm brush against the slick, hot length. The nightie pooled at her waist now, but her free hand dipped lower—slow, deliberate—until her slicked fingers pressed against the wetness between her own thighs. "Come and get some," she said, voice rough like sandpaper against my skin, and the words dropped like a challenge. I didn’t hesitate. My fingers shot down, hooking into the hem of her nightie and yanking it off in one sharp tug, the cool air of the room doing nothing to soften the flush on her skin. Her legs fell open wider, thighs trembling. I could already feel the drag of my breath against the damp, flushed heat of her. She shifted to her knees, hands landing on my shoulders, fingers digging in like she needed to ground herself as I gripped her hips, pulling her closer. "Fuck," she breathed, the word half-lost in a moan as her thighs settled against mine. "You’re *always* so eager." I wasn’t gentle when I buried my face between those warm, spread legs. My tongue dove into the tight channel at her core, reveling in the way her thighs flexed against my head, the wet heat of her dripping down my chin. She tasted like sin—like vanilla and some dark, intoxicating thing only she had. "Goddammit," Jill hissed, nails sharp against my scalp. "You remember exactly how—" I didn’t let her finish. Two fingers pressed inside her, finding that deep, slick spot in one stroke. Her back arched, hips lifting as her thighs clamped around my wrist. "Oh *shit*—" she gasped, voice already straining toward the edge. "Quiet," I growled, teeth nipping at the inside of her thigh. My other hand tangled in the mess of her hair, hips rocking with her, forcing that perfect rhythm home. "Last I checked, you’re the one who wanted to play." She bit her lip, eyes wild and bright. "Then *prove* it." I didn’t need a second warning.

As her pussy was really warm and wet the creamy cum tasted so dam good and my cock was really hard and big now

Jill’s fingers curled into the couch cushion behind her, knuckles whitening as my mouth devoured her. Her taste exploded on my tongue—rich, creamy, *perfect*—and I swallowed without breaking rhythm, fingers still buried deep, stroking that spot that had her voice breaking. Her hips rolled forward, smothering my face in her heat, thighs shaking as I licked and sucked until she was trembling. "Fuck—*fuck*—" she panted, words choppy now, her nails dragging down my back in warning. I pulled back just enough to grin up at her, lips glistening, fingers moving faster. "Still talking so loud?" My thumb pressed against that tight little bud, and she jerked. "Christ!" Jill’s head fell back with a sharp crack against the couch. Her chest heaved, the flush deepening as pre-cum beaded at the tip of my cock, straining against the fabric. I gripped her harder, feeling the slick, tight clutch of her pussy against my fingers, the little whimpers turning desperate. "So eager," she repeated, voice rough as her legs fell open even wider. One hand slipped down, wrapping around my shaft—just my shaft, through the thin barrier—before her palm slicked up and down, slow, deliberate torture. "I’m not the only one," I warned, teeth sinking into her hip. Her fingers tightened. "You’re gonna come on my face, aren’t you?" The question was barely out before she shattered. Jill’s gasps filled the room as her pussy clamped down, cum flooding my fingers and spilling over my lips. I didn’t pull back. Didn’t care if I drowned here, right now, as deep as I could go. My tongue fucked her through the aftershocks, teeth dragging against her thighs until she was sobbing my name. And then I was out of my boxers, my cock slick with her juice, already rubbing against the swollen heat of her.

And i couldn't wait any longer my felt like a balloon and then I entered her creamy wet pussy and she moan as I enter slowly

The air hitched in her throat as I pushed in, the velvet grip of her pussy stretching around me like a second skin. She was *soaked*—still trembling from her last orgasm, her walls fluttering weakly at my intrusion. My cock ached with the need to bury myself deeper, but I gave her the slow tease anyway, my hips rolling forward in a steady, relentless rhythm. "Jesus," Jill groaned, nails scraping down my back as the couch creaked beneath us. "Feels like you’re *owning* me, stretching me apart from the inside out." I didn’t answer. My tongue swiped along hers, muffling her words, while my hips picked up pace, each thrust hitting that spot just right. The slick sounds of her body taking mine filled the space between her gasps, and I could feel the heat of her creeping up my spine, my balls already tightening. "Please don’t *stop*—" she whined, then bit down hard on my shoulder when I hit a particularly deep angle. Her pussy clenched around me, wet and tight, and I growled low, driving my cock in deeper with each word. "Fuck *fuck*—yes—*harder*—" Jill’s voice cracked, her thighs trembling against my hips. I could feel her breath warm and ragged against my neck, her body arching into mine, desperate now. I didn’t fuck her harder. I took her *rough.*

Jill’s nails dug crescents into my shoulder as my hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back. "You *want* it rough?" My voice was a razor’s edge, cock slamming into her with brutal precision. The couch groaned under us, the tension rising between Jill’s throat and mine. Her answer was a broken gasp, a choked moan as my hips pinned her against the cushions. "Fuck—yes—*" Her fingers clawed at the couch, pulling herself up only to slam back down as I drove myself in, teeth gritted against the stretch of her tight cunt around me. I let go of her hair and grabbed her ass instead, bending her at the waist to hit her deeper. "You’re *mine* now," I grunted, my cock swelling with the force of each thrust. The head of my dick pressed against that thick little wall inside her. "Fuck—*fuck*—" Jill’s voice hitched again, nails raking down my sides. "Yes—*yes*—" I didn’t hold back. I *shattered* her.

The first spasm hit her without warning—her pussy rippling around my cock like a living thing, pulling me deeper with every convulsive jerk. Jill’s back arched off the couch, her breath hitching as I hammered into her, teeth locked together around a whimper. My grip on her hip shifted, fingers digging into the soft flesh where her thighs met her ass, forcing her to take the brutal angle. "Too *much*—" Her voice was a ragged, broken thing, throaty and wet with pleasure. But she wasn’t pulling away. Her nails grazed my ribs again, this time leaving red streaks as she clawed upward, her body thrashing beneath mine, begging for more without saying a word. I didn’t give it to her softly. I *punished* her the way she was meant to be punished. My cock slammed into her again and again, her pussy dripping down my balls, her moans getting louder and louder, until she was shouting between every thrust, the sound raw and desperate. The stretch was agonizing—her tight little cunt milking every inch of me as I worked her. "Oh *god*—" Her hands fumbled between us, one finding my neck while the other gripped my hip, her nails biting into me like a warning or a promise. I didn’t care. I was too far gone to stop. I could feel her body tightening around me, her walls beginning to clamp down for the second time. I grabbed her hand, twisting it so her nails raked down my chest, the pain only heightening my pleasure. "Come for me," I growled, my thrusts turning erratic as I felt the pull of my own release. She did. Jill’s body locked up, her pussy spasm and her voice tearing apart in the middle of a choked scream. Her thighs trembled against my hips as I took over, driving into her with all the force I could muster. Her cunt milked me and I exploded, my cock throbbing violently as I filled her.