This is a short story of my interaction with and attraction to my future mother-in-law. It is a recollection and revisiting of the events.

I was 22 and moved to a condo as my first place. The condo complex had a pool and other great amenities for meeting people. I spotted a woman at the pool. She was older and a nice-looking woman—a mom in a one-piece bathing suit—very friendly and, for lack of a better term, a gossip. I would consider her a Milf because I damn sure wanted to fuck her. She had small tits, maybe a B-cup, enough to jiggle, and very perky nipples. She would be considered full-figured and was around forty years old.

I said hello to her one day at the pool after she caught me staring at her. I’m sure she noticed my hard dick in my bathing suit. She introduced herself as Carol and told me she lived two buildings down from mine. She told me she had two daughters, one of whom lived with her and was almost twenty. Carol wanted me to go to her place to meet her daughter someday.

I would listen to her talking to other women at the pool. I overheard her talking about her husband and her attitude about men. She doesn’t cook for him; they sleep in separate beds; she doesn’t fuck him and seems to take pride in that fact. She brags that he comes home from work to fix himself something to eat. She says she doesn’t answer to him and does what she wants when she wants.

As the summer progressed, we spoke as often as possible. I helped her with her car when it wouldn’t start, helped rearrange her furniture, and saw the two twin beds in her room. She informed me that she doesn’t care for her daughter’s boyfriend and wishes that she would meet someone like me.

Every year, the complex hosted an end-of-summer BBQ. All residents brought food or contributed money to the party. Carol told me that she was making and bringing potato salad. I knew her husband, James, was making it, and she would bring it. I asked her if he was coming to the party.

She laughed and said, “He’ll be sitting on the couch watching himself to sleep with the TV on, as usual.”

I couldn’t help but notice that she never wore a bra. Depending on what type of top she was wearing, I could see her tits jiggling or her nipples standing at attention. I went to her house the morning after the party to return a bowl I borrowed, and Carol answered the door like nothing was wrong with it in a tank top and no bra, nipples hard. She might as well have had no top on. Her tits were delicious, and I wanted to grab her and suck them into my mouth.

I couldn’t help but comment, “WOW, Goooood morning Carol!”

She smiled, took the bowl, and said, “It’s too early to think about that!”

“Never too early. I see two things are awake, and I have something else that just woke up!” I said as I rubbed my crotch.

She stepped outside the door and whispered, “I’m old enough to be your mother.”

“I’m into incest, let me come in, Mommy...” I said as I reached and groped her tit. She was in shock, and I got to touch her through the side of her tank top. Her tits were almost out because the shirt was big. I moved to take her nipple into my mouth.

“STOP IT! James is in the bathroom...” She chided as she pushed my hand away.

“C’mon Carol, I don’t mind if he watches!” I said.

“Go home! You should be talking to my daughter instead,” she said, giggled, and went inside.

I left with a raging hard-on. I got home and went in the bathroom to waste a big load of cum that I should have been filling Carol with. Why was I attracted to this woman? She is no model. She is not ugly, either. She’s not my type in so far as she talks too damn much. She is a total liberated feminist. She burned the bra, wasn’t worried about pleasing a man, and was too damn independent. She’s sexy to me because she needs to be broken, and I want to break her. I want to make her know that a man is in control. I want to make her submit for my pleasure. James is weak and allows her to walk all over him. She didn’t respect him at all, and he allowed it.

Carol was a little distant for over a week. Summer was over, and with days getting shorter and work, I didn’t run into Carol as much. One day, I saw her walking their dog on my way home. I pulled up next to her to say hello and see how she was doing.

“Hello, sexy mom, how are you?” I asked her.

She smiled and said, “Hello, I haven’t seen you around since summer is over.”

“You know where I live, Carol, and you can come over any time. I want you to.”

“I’m sure you do ... She laughed. “I’m still married and old enough to be your mother, young man. So that is not a good idea,” she said.

“I’m not looking to mess up your marriage. I just find you attractive and want to give you what you don’t get at home. You deserve pleasure,” I said.

My dick was hard, so I undid my pants and told Carol to come to the car.

“Come here, Carol; I want to show you something.”

She slowly came over, and she saw me stroking my dick.

“Oh, god ... put that away. I’m not interested in that thing,” she said with a smile.

“Touch it, Carol. It sure is interested in you. Come on, Carol, you’re a full-grown woman. You know what I’m talking about, and your body is interested. Why are your nipples hard? I’ll bet your pussy is wet right now, isn’t it?”

She blushed and smiled, “Time for me to go home. This conversation is going in the wrong direction!”

“This conversation needs to be taking place in my place. Come over later, Carol...”

“I don’t think so. I have to keep walking this dog. I need to lose weight,” she said.

“The only weight you need to lose, Carol, is the cloth you have covering up that sexy mommy body that I want to taste!” I said.

She started walking and said, “I’ll see you later, you dirty young man.”

“I’ll be waiting for you,” I said as I drove off.

I didn’t expect Carol to show up. I went home and did my usual. I ate dinner, jerked off thinking my hand was her mature pussy, wasted a good hot load of cum, and went to bed and slept.

A month passed. One day, when I arrived home, someone slipped a notice under my apartment door. It was from one of the pool ladies, inviting me to a surprise birthday party for Carol at the complex’s clubhouse.

Knowing that it’s not appropriate, I went to Victoria’s Secret and bought a very sexy and sheer red teddy with crotchless panties as a gift for Carol’s birthday. This gift will clear any doubt, if there is any, as to what I want to do with her.

I put my gift in the pile with the others when I arrived at the party. Carol’s friend Jody was going to bring her to the party. When she arrived, she was surprised. I went over to hug her and wish her a Happy Birthday. I put my right arm around her waist and my left and slid up to her right tit as I kissed her on her cheek. I could feel her perky nipple as she quickly tried to escape my subtle molestation.

Her friend Jody approached me and whispered, “I saw that, young man!”

She walked away with a devilish smile on her face. I followed her to the bar to get a beer. She looked at me and said, “Carol told me what you’ve been doing. I saw you touch her tit just now. Do you want to fuck her? Are you into older women? Just so you know, she’s catholic and can still get pregnant, so she’s not on the pill and no abortions”

I wasn’t going to lie. I told Jody, “I’m into Carol, and I want to fuck the hell out of her. I think she needs it, and her body wants it!”

“I agree. I’ve been telling Carol that for years. She told me the time you first touched her tit that, she felt a rush through her body that felt so good. She had to go to the bathroom because her pussy got so wet. She liked it but would never admit or give in to it. She always says she’s catholic and married for better or worse,” Jody said.

“I don’t know what it is, but I have to fuck that woman. She makes my dick so hard. She knows it!” I said.

I couldn’t figure right away as to why. Carol is not a model. She’s not a swimsuit beauty. She’s a plain, now forty-one-year-old married woman. I thought back to an incident when I was a kid. Jody seemed to agree with me regarding Carol, so I told her the story.

“It was summer, and my mom was an old-school housewife. I didn’t know then, but I understood what happened as I got older. My mom was washing dishes, and it seemed she and my dad were arguing. He gave me money and told me to take my brothers and sister to the store for ice cream. It was an unexpected shock. I, being the oldest, suspected that something was up. It was a hot day, and Dad typically told us to stay inside and quiet. We went outside, but I gave my brother just under me the money to take the others to the store and bring me an ice cream. I told them I had forgotten something and that I’d catch up with them.

“I snuck back into the house through the basement. I heard my father telling my mother to go upstairs. I heard my mother telling him that she had stuff to do, she was not in the mood, and it was too hot. I heard scuffling and a plate breaking on the floor. I peered up from the basement as I listened to my father lifting and pushing my mother up the stairs, and the bedroom door slammed closed.

“I moved to the stairs where I could see the door, and I heard rustling and my mom saying stop, saying that she didn’t want to. Shortly after, I heard the bed squeaking and the headboard banging hard on the wall. My mom kept yelling stop, and my father grunted and told her not to tell him what he could and couldn’t do. He told her that she was his wife and was to do what he said.

“After several minutes with a growl, grunt, and scream, the banging ended. My father told my mother, “Love, honor, and obey! OBEY! That is the vow you took. I’m not supporting any bra-burning feminist and women’s lib bullshit. You’re my wife and are to service me as I say!”

“The door opened, and I could see he was naked, and his big thick dick was semi-erect as he went into the bathroom. I quickly snuck downstairs to meet up with my brothers and sister. I didn’t know it then, but as I got older, I came to know that my father raped my mother. I have his gene inside me because I agreed with his thoughts, and the idea of dominating females turned me on.”

Carol was everything my father said he wouldn’t tolerate in his house. He lived an Old Testament philosophy that women are subservient to men and are born to serve and satisfy men. Carol is the polar opposite of that philosophy, and I wanted the pleasure of breaking her and showing her an alpha male, putting her in her place. She was female clay in need of a strong male hand and cock to mold her.

Jody said, “Sounds like you know what you’ll have to do because Carol will never give it to you. Even though she may want to or know that she needs to, she never will give it! I’ve known her for five years, and every one of them has been sexless. She goes to confession if she has thoughts about sex; Carol is a healthy woman, and she should be having sex, I agree with you. I’ll see if there is some way I can help you give you both what you need.”

The time came to open the gifts. I stood back, anticipating what Carol would do when she opened mine. Carol took the box and shook it. She knew it was clothing and wasn’t sure if she could open it in front of everyone. James decided to attend this function. She glanced at me with a smile, slowly unwrapped, and opened the box slightly. After seeing what it might be, she laughed and asked Jody to take it and hold it. Her face was red as she hurriedly grabbed and opened another one. Some people were asking what was in mine and who it was from. She ignored them, including her husband, and opened other gifts.

Jody walked by to put the gift in her car. She winked at me as she passed. Carol made sure to keep her distance from me. She was conflicted between her body’s wants and her brain’s thoughts. She knew that if she got within reach of me, I would not hesitate to try to touch and molest her.

The party started winding down. I began to go home to jerk my frustrations away. Jody ran to catch me and said, “Listen, I’m gonna try and get Carol out for a girl’s night on Friday. She’ll get tipsy, I hope. I’ll keep talking about you to her and see if she can bring the gift back to you and talk to you about it. I’ll be there too, but I will have to leave, and you’ll be alone!”

“Fantastic Jody. I’ll be home, so you just come over. Doesn’t matter the time,” I told her.

My dick was so hard with the thoughts of this I decided not to jerk off so I could fill Carol with my testosterone-laden sperm.

I saw Jody on Friday morning. I told her, “Carol is going to flip out Jody, and I’ll probably get arrested for rape. What I’m planning; is rape!”

“I don’t think you’ll get arrested. Carol won’t press charges and will want to keep it quiet. I’ll help with that. Maybe she’ll be pissed for a while and will have to go to confession. Fuck her good, and maybe she’ll change and be a steady fuck buddy. You don’t have to do it. When we come over, see where it goes and how you feel. Remember, I’ll deny knowledge of any of this. You want it, and she needs it,” Jody said.