I knew this wouldn't end well. As soon as Lenka called and said her best friend had arrived and they were hanging out in the city until the morning, leaving her mother and I alone at the dacha, I immediately sensed something was wrong. But Victoria Mikhailovna, my mother-in-law, just chuckled into the phone: "Well, that's good, Sasha, I was so eager to go to the bathhouse after my long journey. Would you like to join me? I'm bored alone." I would have refused. Claim a headache, or the football game on TV. But she was already standing on the veranda threshold in her light robe, which was translucent even in the sunset. She had a figure, I must admit. For a forty-five-year-old woman, she was a real bombshell. Lenka, my wife, took after her father—slender, petite. But Victoria Mikhailovna was a force of nature. Tall, busty, with wide hips. Just like a Russian beauty from the epics, only modern and well-groomed. "What are you standing there for?" she said, wa... continue reading

It happened in July, at the dacha. It was hot, and there was no escape from the mosquitoes. My wife, Lena, and her mother, Nina Sergeyevna, were in a state of drunken euphoria from the moment they arrived. They'd opened a bottle of homemade cherry wine earlier in the day, and by evening, when I'd finished sawing wood and mending the old wattle fence, they were both already well-fed. I sat on the veranda, drank cold kvass, and simply stared at them. Nina Sergeyevna is a whole other story. She's fifty-two, but in great shape. Not skinny, no, just... shapely. Heavy breasts, wide butt, and in a tight sundress without a bra, her nipples just poke through the fabric. Lena takes after her, only my wife is slimmer, more athletic. But damn... there was something wild, animalistic about her. She never hesitated to change in front of me, she could walk around in just a bathing suit, and I'd catch myself staring at the dark hairs peeking out from under her panties, at the way he... continue reading

That trip to the forest to pick berries hung over me from the very beginning, like a heavy premonition. Summer, heat, mosquitoes, and company: me, my wife Katya, her mother Irina Vitalyevna, and my brother-in-law, her younger brother Andrei. My mother-in-law always treated me... peculiarly. Not hostile, no. Too intently. Her dark eyes seemed to probe me, and her smile was always slightly ambiguous. At forty-five, she looked her best, but in a good way: a curvy figure that she didn't particularly hide, thick chestnut hair pulled back into a casual bun, and that way of dressing—summer dresses a little too tight, a little too short. We arrived at the edge of the forest and parked the car. The air smelled of pine needles, rotting leaves, and freedom. Katya, my sweet, naive Katya, immediately became captivated by blueberry picking. She'd always loved it. "Pash, let's split up, it's faster!" she suggested, handing us each a plastic container. "I'll go over... continue reading

My mother-in-law recently moved in with us. Antonina Gennadyevna is 56 years old now. She spent her entire life as the head of our foundry. She definitely didn't look 56; you wouldn't put her past 40. She had a big, toned butt, matching breasts, a stern face, and her hair was always pulled back into a ponytail. So my mother-in-law moved in with us. And as the old joke goes, she has already eaten away at her son-in-law’s, that is, me, brain. - I'll give your mother a punch in the face soon if she doesn't stop! "Seryozha, please forgive me, just be patient a little longer! She'll buy herself a new apartment soon and move out." "Yes, yes, then she'll need repairs, and who's going to help? Her son-in-law is a klutz, of course." - Well, Seryozha... Dasha kissed her husband's neck, then climbed under the covers and placed her husband's rather large penis in her mouth. She began sucking him vigorously, bringing him to bliss. Powerful stre... continue reading

Well, I'll tell you how I fucked my mother-in-law in the bathhouse. Yes, you heard right. The same one, Natalya Petrovna, who usually looked at me like I was shit on a shoe. And this is how it happened. My wife and I went to her dacha in the village, she had just left on an urgent business trip, and I had a lot of work to do on the property. My mother-in-law, of course, lived there all summer. In the evening after work we were sitting, finishing up the shashlik. And of course we drank. Not to the point of being completely drunk, but good enough, relaxed. My mother-in-law poured me some drinks, and she looked at me in such a way... Not in a motherly way. And she was a woman, mature, of course, over fifty, but her figure... Such wide hips, a butt the size of half a trough, boobs - you could carry her in your arms. That day she was wearing a tight T-shirt, so I kept glancing at those curves out of the corner of my eye. And then she says: “Oh, the bathhouse is all heated up. Is it f... continue reading

My mother-in-law is a super woman. At 40, she looks like something that would make 25-year-olds jealous. And the femininity, elegance, thoroughbred grooming, and grace in her are simply off the charts. This is not to mention her elastic ass and very appetizing breasts, which she gladly shows off in all kinds of cleavages. And her perfume... As soon as she appears in our apartment, like a vision from another universe, I immediately smell the aroma of her perfume, and I get hard! No, my wife is also very beautiful and sexy, but she’s just a girl, her own kind - in jeans, a short top that reveals her flat stomach... I’m okay with sex, although maybe I’d like it more often...

And now my wife is pregnant. Everything seemed to be in order, but she was put into storage. And my mother-in-law and I found ourselves alone for several days.

That day I came home from work early and sat on the living room couch, lazily flipping through channels. After some time, the mother-in-law appeared. Wi... continue reading