Mother in Law Takes Command
Copyright© 2026 by MicaMeesha
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - My wife was away; I decided to take a leisurely bath and pleasure myself. As I lay in the bath enjoying my moment, I opened my eyes and saw my mother-in-law looking down at me.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Heterosexual Fiction InLaws
My wife had gone to the mall in Manchester; it was around a ninety-minute drive from home, so I knew I had a decent amount of time alone. I locked the front and back doors; that meant that you needed a key to get in, and we only had three of them, so I was sure I would be undisturbed. I had a key, my wife had one and her mother had one, and there was no reason why she would call in with Gillian out of town. This was a day for me. I had no interest in sport, so it wasn’t a day spent in front of the box; no, I was going to have a long soak in the bath and then enjoy a cold beer and listen to some 70s rock.
Two bottles of Pedigree in the fridge for later, and then I went up to the bathroom, put the plug in the tub and turned the taps on and threw some salts in the water. Satisfied that the temperature would be hot, but not too hot, I went to our bedroom and stripped.
I reached for my skull-buster razor and started to run it around my crotch. I loved this razor, specially designed for men; it had seven rotating swivel heads and followed every contour. It was designed for men that liked a bald head, but I preferred its use a little lower down. It shaved really closely, and with a new blade in the post every month, there was no pulling or nicking. It shaved smooth, and I never got razor burn. I covered my pubis and then my upper and inner thighs. Lastly, my cock and balls: holding my cock out of the way, I ran the razor over my balls, covering each one several times, and then my cock.
As always when I shaved, I ended up with a firm semi; I often masturbated to a satisfying fountaining conclusion, but today I decided against it, perhaps later in the bath. I put my razor back in its box and went to the bathroom. The bath was just at the right depth and a perfect temperature. I stepped in and slowly sat down, the water covering me almost; my cock was like an island with a single palm tree, poking out of the water.
I grabbed the scrunchie and ran it all over me, removing any dead skin and leaving my skin tingling. I closed my eyes and lay back and daydreamed as I held my now stiff cock in my dominant right hand, thinking of my wife. We walked up a wilderness footpath between heavily leafed deciduous trees, occasional rays of sunbeams cutting through, and a slight shimmer in the air with insects flitting. I grabbed my wife’s hand and headed off through the trees, leaving the path and heading I knew not where.
After about ten minutes of walking we came across a leafy glade, and I settled our backpack in front of a large ash tree and sat down. Gillian sat beside me, and in a gap in the trees we could see the valley below, but nowhere could we see any signs of habitation. It felt like we were in another country, on another world, not on a hill in Northern England.
Gillian took my hand and kissed it and then lay back, her eyes closed. I leant over and brushed her lips with mine and got a reassuring murmur back. Encouraged, I ran a hand up her thigh and across her crotch.
“Mmm,” she said. I knelt before her and pulled at her leggings and pants, pulling them down, exposing her beautifully shaven fanny, a vertical slit from between her thighs, everything hidden inside. I bent her knees apart and knelt forward and ran my tongue along her slit, pressing in as I reached the upper end, seeking her button of pleasure.
Somewhere in the distance I heard a door open just as I found Gillian’s clitoris and began sucking and nibbling. I dipped my hand under my chin and slid into her valley and pressed inside her. Two fingers into my wife’s hot and ready fanny, opening and closing my fingers, I stimulated her, hearing a gasp as I did so.
“So, this is where you are.”
What? I jerked my eyes open; Sylvia, Gillian’s mother, was standing at the side of the bath. That must have been the door I heard open when I was daydreaming, lost in the woods with Gillian.
“God, Sylvia, you gave me a start.” I didn’t know what else to say; I certainly couldn’t muster a witty remark. I had been through too many gardens and around too many ring roads to be embarrassed. This was my house, my bath, and the door had been locked.
“Well, you are obviously enjoying yourself. I need to talk to you, now or when you get out. Have you finished what you were doing?” Her eyes were directly on mine, not my crotch.
“Okay, well, yes, I suppose the water is cooling now. I will get out. Give me a moment.” I pulled the plug chain with my toe, and the water started to drain.
Sylvia took the bath sheet off the towel rail and held it open for me to step into. I stood, swiped as much water off me as I could and stepped out and into the bath sheet. Sylvia wrapped it around me and let go.
“Right, Anders,” she said, “your skin is all wrinkly. When you are dry, go and lie face down on the bed, and I will moisturise your back for you. I know where Gillian keeps her moisturiser. See you in a minute; I’ll just go and lock the front door again.” And with that she was gone, leaving me a little bemused. Oh well, so much for my me-time. I wondered what she needed to talk to me about.
I rubbed myself as dry as I could and headed off to the bedroom with the towel loosely draped around me. No need to cover anything up; she could have seen anything already had she wanted to. I spread the towel on the bed and then lay face down on it, my legs slightly apart. I used my hand to ease my cock into a more comfortable position and waited.
I could hear Sylvia downstairs moving around, and then I heard her pad softly up the carpeted stairs and come into the bedroom. I turned to look at her.
“No, Anders, don’t move and shut your eyes and keep them closed until I say otherwise.”
‘What was she up to?’ I wondered. I felt the bed move as she got on. “Open your legs a bit so I can reach your back better,” she commanded. I did as she had commanded and felt her settle between my knees. There was a squirt sound, and then a dollop of cold cream landed in the small of my back, startling me and making me jump.
“Oh don’t be a baby,” Sylvia said. I felt her hands in the lotion, and then she started to swirl it around my back, pressing and teasing at my muscles – more of a massage than a moisturise. As she reached my shoulder blades, I felt something touch my back lower down. I couldn’t work out what it was. It didn’t feel like clothing; it felt more like skin. It actually felt very similar to when Gillian reached up my back and her nipples grazed across me. Very similar.
Had she undressed, I wondered, perhaps just to make sure she didn’t spoil her clothes with moisturiser, but why all her clothes? Just down to underwear would have been sufficient. I must have been mistaken; Sylvia had never been overtly sexual or flirty with me. I assumed she and Phil got on and did what they needed to do or that she was simply past that stage in her life.
Her hands worked down my back, moisturising every inch, and to be honest, it was very relaxing. I felt myself dozing and daydreaming of my naked mother-in-law giving me a full-body massage. Were we heading towards a happy ending, I mused? Her hands worked down around my waist and then in-between my bottom cheeks, easing them apart and moisturising somewhere that had never been moisturised before, and then, “Crumbs, Anders, these look very dry,” as she squirted moisturiser onto my balls.
Now, up until then, this could have been classed as normal, just doing a favour, but as soon as her hands found and rubbed my balls, we were into a different arena. I raised my hips a little, and Sylvia was fully hands-on, rubbing and rotating my balls in her hands.
“Keep your eyes closed, but turn over; I will do your front.”
I turned over, and of course I peeked. She was naked, as I suspected. “Keep them closed, Anders,” she instructed.