My Happiest Birthday
Copyright© 2009 by Wayne Gibbous
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - My Mother-In-Law asked me what I wanted most of all for my thirtieth birthday. My answer surprised her. Then she surprised me.
Andrea and I have been married for six years now. We have two children, twin boys, and ever since their birth two years ago, my wife's sex drive has simply disappeared. She just told me it wasn't of interest to her.
Well, I'm twenty-nine, Andrea is twenty-seven, and I've tried hard to understand what my wife is feeling. I sure know what I'm feeling, and it's horny.
Now, I've probably had a few opportunities to fool around, there's one girl at the office that flirts with me all the time but she's kind of a loose cannon, not the kind you could trust. There was another woman at work, a little older than I, but I just don't like the idea of screwing around at work and, frankly, she just didn't really turn me on. She was attractive, but just didn't do it for me. Even as horny as I was.
There is only one woman I can think of who turns me on, one I've really thought a lot about in the past year or so, my mother-in-law, Andrea's mom, Clara.
About a year ago, when she was visiting at our house, I had caught a glimpse of her getting dressed one morning. I had seen her in a beige lace bra and matching half slip and she looked gorgeous.
Clara had really never entered my mind as a desirable woman until that moment. But seeing her that morning left an indelible picture in my memory and I often fantasized about her and what she would look like naked. She was still quite attractive, still under fifty, with a nice, firm figure. Yes, I lusted after my mother-in-law after than day in January.
As my thirtieth birthday approached, she took me aside and casually asked what I would most like for my birthday. I looked at her and said, "What I really want just could never happen. It's something that isn't possible."
"I don't understand. What can't happen? Is it money, the cost of something? What?"
"Oh, no, no, it's just impossible, that's all."
"What's so special about what you want? I'm pretty resourceful, you know."
"It's just something that I've really wanted in the last year or so. Something that I think about a lot."
"Well, tell me, maybe the 'Birthday Fairy' will bring it. You just never know."
"No, no fairy will bring what I want. It's a dream of mine, that's all. Just a wish that I would hope could come true. But I know it can't. Sometimes dreams just can't come true. That's life."
"Well, it seems very mysterious to me. Why can't you tell me, George?"
"Oh, it wouldn't be a good idea, that's all."
So, anyway, the subject went on to other things and I was left the rest of the evening thinking about my mother-in-law and how turned on I was just standing there talking with her. I had wanted to grab her and rip her clothes off. I couldn't believe how turned on I was. I had a hard-on the whole time.
A couple of days later, at the office, my phone rang.
"George, it's Clara. Hope I'm not getting you at a bad time."
"No, it's fine. What's up?"
"Well, look, you've got me determined about this birthday present business. Can we meet for lunch tomorrow. I want you to tell me what you want."
So, we set a time and place and the next day, we met out front, went in and got a booth near the back, out of the way of rest of the crowd.
We ordered cocktails and half way through, Clara asked straight out what this present was I was so vague and secretive about.
"I just can't tell you. It's just something I can't tell you about."
"Does it have to do with anything that one could buy for you?"
"No, not at all."
"It it something someone could do for you?"
"Well, yes, it is but I can't tell you what it is."
"Does it have to do with anyone in the family?"
"Um, yes, it does but I can't tell you."
"Does it have to do with something from Andrea?"
Well, there it was.
"Clint and I. What could we do for you?"
"No, it's not the two of you."
"Just me? George, what is it? You can tell me, you know."
"Well, maybe I can't. Maybe I just can't tell you. Maybe you'd really be angry. Really upset."
"George, I promise, I'll try to understand. This just doesn't make sense. Please tell me."
"Well, you're pushing me for this, so you can't be angry or resentful if I tell you."
"Fine, George, just tell me. I won't get mad and I won' t be upset. I promise."
"Well, you really want to know. Right?"
She nodded and I said, "Well, Clara, I think you are a very sexy woman and I've really wanted to have more than just a son-in-law relationship with you."
The look on her face. She was bright red.
"Do you mean ... well, what exactly do you mean?"
"Um, well, I've kind of, well, developed a crush on you. I, uh, want to be with you, uh, just once in my life. I'm sorry. It just happened. You promised you wouldn't be angry or upset."
She sat back and eyed me for a moment, then reached over and placed her hand on mine.
"That is one of the loveliest things ever said to me, George. I'm rather astounded but also very grateful for such a wonderful complement. You are a handsome and charming and, yes, rather sexy, man. A real temptation to any woman. Can I ask you why this has come about."
"Well, you probably don't know but Andrea and I haven't had sex in over two years and she had, before that, of course, been the woman I've wanted to be with. I guess my desires have focussed more on you now than going elsewhere. It's hard to explain. There may not even be a good explanation. But it's what has happened."
"Oh, George. I'm so sorry. So sorry. My daughter has certainly let you down. It must be awful for you."
"Well, I try to just put these things out of my mind but I just can't sometimes."
"As flattered as I am, George, I just can't tell you that this can happen. I just don't feel right about it. I'm so sorry. I really am."
So, over lunch, Clara asked me a number of questions, like, what are the things that turn me on, what sexual things did I really like, what about a woman do I like best, many other questions that were more than I'd ever talked about with a woman before.
I told her that sexy lingerie was a big turn-on for me and that I had seen her that day in her bra and half slip. That I also am attracted to full breasts and a full-figured woman; a woman who was assured and in control in the bedroom. Frankly all the things that she, my mother-in-law, had in ample measure.
As I walked back to my office after lunch, it felt as though a great weight had fallen from me, even though she had turned down my advances, I felt so much better having unburdened myself of all these feelings for her.
That evening, she called my wife to discuss plans for my upcoming birthday weekend and they talked for quite a while. Afterward, she told me that they had decided for us all to spend the weekend at her parent's cabin (much nicer than just a cabin, but that's what it was always called) as her father wanted to participate in a fishing competition on Sunday, the day after my birthday.
We got there on Saturday morning, and on the drive over, I kept hoping that Clara would not have changed in her attitude toward me in any way. When we arrived, we were greeted as though nothing had happened and I felt a great sense of relief.
My birthday party that evening went very well and the champagne flowed freely, perhaps a bit too freely, and I got birthday kisses from everyone but my mother-in-law, which was a bit disconcerting.
As we all said goodnight to one another and people began going upstairs, Clara called me from the kitchen. As I entered, she looked over my shoulder to see if anyone remained downstairs, then pulled me to her and gave me a deep, french kiss.
It really startled me for a moment, then I pulled myself together and returned her kiss fervently and pulled her tight to me.
Then, she pulled away and said, "George, that is as near to what you want from me as I can give you. Now, I must go up to bed," and she left me in the kitchen with in a state of erection and confusion.