My Mother-in-Law Catches Me

"Now come here," Angela demanded. "Come here and prove to me how much you love your favorite mother-in-law."

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5:57am. That's what my clock read after tossing and turning in my bed for over an hour, which often happens when I'm nervous or excited about something. Today, it was a little bit of both; I had big plans after work today, and I'd been looking forward to it for almost a month, but today was the big day.

I kept trying to fall back asleep, at least just until my alarm went off at its usual time of 6:30am, but all I could do was keep tossing and rolling around. I tried to get my mind off of it, thinking about literally anything else, but I just couldn't. I'd count at best six or seven sheep before my mind went back to my plans for today. There was no way I would go back to sleep, knowing I'm getting up in half an hour anyway. I looked over at my wife, Melissa, who was sleeping peacefully under the covers of our king-sized bed.

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"Don't have too much fun at my mom's house tomorrow," she said to me last night, laughing.

I chuckled and replied, "I'll just be playing on my phone all afternoon. She has no internet at her place. What else could I possibly do over there?" But I knew exactly what I was going to do.

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I looked at my clock again. 6:05am. Seriously, I thought. It's only been eight minutes since I last looked at the time? Fuck it, I'm getting up.

Reaching over, I grabbed my fully charged phone off the nightstand and unplugged it. Slowly removing the covers from my naked body, I sat up and got ready to begin the day, but it seemed that my dick was already excited for the day, as it normally is every morning. But today, it had something very special to look forward to. I gently stroked its head. Don't worry, my friend. Your time will cum soon enough.

I leaned down to the floor, picked up my pre-sorted clothes for the day, and stood up. My wife shuffled in the bed and I turned around.

"Have a good day at work," she said sleepily, "and have an amazing rest of your day." I leaned forward to give her a kiss, her morning breath wasn't as noticeable as it normally is. She reached out her arm to give my fully erect cock a quick stroke. "Mmm so big and hard. Wish I could have that today." I don't know what she meant by that, but whatever, I had other plans for it. I made my way through the darkness of the room, quietly opened the door, and stepped into the hallway, lit only by the streetlight shining through the living room window at the other end.

Still naked and holding onto my clothes, I walked along the hardwood floor and turned left into the kitchen, where I was instantly blinded upon turning on the light. I placed my phone down on the counter and my clothes on the kitchen table. I had begun putting on my underwear when I noticed my morning wood had started to drift away in sadness. Aw, sorry buddy, I'll cheer you up.

I picked my phone off the counter, unlocked it with my thumbprint, and opened up a hidden folder within my gallery, which only contained a single picture. I opened it up, and displayed on the screen was a picture of my wife's mother, Angela, sitting on our couch with her arms crossed on her thighs and looking out the window. While she's not ugly by any means, the years had clearly caught up to her in the form of crow's feet since her 50^th birthday last year, and her grey roots had become more noticeable in the last year since the Covid-19 pandemic prevented her from getting her monthly blonde hair dye.

But her most prominent feature was what rested upon her forearms. This picture displayed a low cut black shirt, with cleavage a mile long that separated her all natural milky white watermelon-sized tits. I had fantasized about those tits for the last 15 years since I first saw them while dating Melissa in college. She once said she never wants to get them reduced, because she loves the attention. Well, she certainly had my attention, even when I was 18 years old with the way she paraded them around the house. Back then, she was barely older than I am now.

My dick began to cheer up at the mere sight of this picture, which I had taken candidly when she came over to visit two weeks ago. I gently stroked the tip until it rose up a lot more, then I gripped it at the bottom with my right hand. With my left hand, I grabbed the upper half of my shaft, allowing the helmet to remain visible, and began pumping away with both hands while looking at the picture of my wife's mom's gigantic tits.

I loosened my grip with my left hand to allow it to lightly stroke the whole of the tip. Staring at those melons on my phone screen, I jacked and jacked with both hands for a few minutes. Soon, my cock's head started to swell up as it prepared for its release, and I stopped pleasuring myself. I kept staring at those tits, imagining my cock between them and how amazing it would look and feel. But it started to drift downwards again, so I continued to stroke it for a couple more minutes until just before the point of no return, then stopped again. I could hear my cock yelling at me, "You fucking asshole! Just let me cum already!" But it wasn't time yet. I stared at those tits for a little while longer, then suddenly the screen flashed as it switched over to "alarm mode." It was now 6:30. Time to get up and start the day. My disappointed cock softened and drifted down as I put my phone to sleep, turned on the coffee machine, and put my clothes on.

I sat down on the couch in the living room, in the same spot Angela had sat just a couple weeks before when I took that picture. I drank my coffee and scrolled through social media on my phone while the morning news played in the background on the television. Before I knew it, it was 7:00am, and it was time to go to work, which I normally would dread, but not today.

The 45-minute Friday morning commute went smoothly as it always does. Working at a job near the end of the city so close to my hometown is very convenient. I clocked in at the office with a smile on my face, and my boss looked at me.

"What are you so happy about?" he asked.

"It's Friday!" I replied, "and I'm getting out at noon. I have a dentist appointment at 4." Normally I get rather upset that our work policy allows us to only take off half-days or full days, but I didn't mind this time because that meant I had all afternoon for my plans before my appointment.

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The work day went by agonizingly slow. I spent four hours sitting at a desk feeling precum dripping down my leg all day. Guess that's what I get for teasing my dick so much this morning, plus I spent my time in the washroom looking at that picture of Angela. Don't worry, my friend. It's almost time.

I turned off my computer, wished my co-workers a good weekend, and got into my car. Angela's house was on the other side of the city, as was my dentist's office, so going there for the afternoon was a good idea to save time and gas. I drove extra careful down the freeways, watching everybody very closely, because I was NOT going to allow anything to ruin my plans this afternoon, especially with lunch time traffic and idiots speeding to McDonald's.

After about 25 minutes, I arrived at Angela's street. My heart already started racing with excitement. I slowly drove seven blocks down the empty suburban street, and arrived at her house. Well, her landlord's house, actually, and she had rented out a cozy single bedroom basement suite from a restaurant owner after her divorce last year. I parked in the driveway, because I knew she was at work and wouldn't be home until 5:00. I had all afternoon to myself and I started feeling warm with excitement.

I stepped out of my car and looked at the light blue bungalow. I had never even been here before, and I was surprised such a nice house would only have one bedroom in the basement. I approached the front door and nervously inserted the key, unlocked it, and pushed open the door. It was a simple little area, well kept and painted white, with just two small sets of steps, one going up and one going down. I went down the stairs and even more nervously unlocked the door there with the other key. I pushed it open and immediately got a slight whiff of her laundry detergent, the same kind she's been using for years.

I stepped into her suite and smiled. Here we go, my friend. Your long wait is over. I looked around the suite, and it was indeed small, but nice. I turned on the light beside me and it illuminated the seven-foot brown ceiling, brown walls and beige carpet of the living room, as well as the white-walled kitchen further down. Immediately to the left of the door was a little table with a small plant on it. To my right, mounted on the wall was a beautiful flat screen TV. Along the far left wall was a single black leather couch and an end table with a box of tissues and TV remote on it. The couch was a gift that Melissa and I bought for her last year for her 50^th birthday, but also as a housewarming gift as well as a "Congratulations on your divorce!" gift.

I took off my shoes and looked around. In the kitchen, there was not a single dish on the counter. It was rather fascinating. Even as a divorcee she's living a clean single life. The fridge was decorated with some colorful drawings done by her grandchildren, as well as some birthday cards from last year.

To the left of the kitchen was a small hallway leading to the bathroom and Angela's bedroom. I nervously stepped into her bedroom and turned on the light. Directly in front of me was a neatly made queen sized bed with a pink floral print quilt on top. Beside the bed was a black nightstand with a single drawer and an old lamp on top. Along the left wall was a fancy white dresser, and a small closet beside it. All along all of the walls were pictures of her grandchildren, including my own son.

I can't believe I'm in here alone. Even more nervously, I walked up to the nightstand beside the bed and opened up the drawer. Oh my god... Just as I had expected, based on everything I've learned about this woman over the years, laying there in the drawer was a single eight-inch ribbed pink vibrator. I picked it up, brought it up to my nose and gave it a sniff, but it only smelled like plastic. While I have no interest in her pussy, it was still a very arousing sight to behold, seeing how she pleasures herself, knowing her to be a very sexual person. I placed the toy back into the drawer, because that's not what I was here for.

I walked over to the dresser and opened the top left drawer. I looked inside and saw some panties and socks. Nope, not that one. I closed the drawer and opened up the top right drawer. There we go. I gazed upon the precious treasure I had waited so long to acquire -- Angela's bras. I reached inside, grabbed a strap, and pulled out a large, faded pink laced bra. I recognized this bra, because I had jacked off with it many times in the past. Angela would come visit our family about once a month and stay overnight for the weekend. For the past ten years, when the women went out shopping, I would sneak into her overnight bag and masturbate using her spare bra. I had done this over a hundred times, but today I was actually in her bedroom, and because of the pandemic, it had been nearly a year since I'd seen one of her bras, but today, I got to see all of them.

I brought the bra up to my face and gave it a huge whiff. It smelled more like her laundry detergent than anything else, but that didn't bother me. Those cups I held within my hands are used to hold up the biggest, heaviest tits I had ever seen in my life. My dick started squirming and begged to be released from the confines of my work pants. I happily obliged as I left the bra hanging on my face and undid my belt and pants, allowing them to fall to my ankles, followed by my boxers. My dick could now breathe and it began to stand up excitedly.

Alright, my good friend, your wish is about to come true. I removed the bra from my face and brought it down to my dick. I wrapped one of the cups around its tip and lightly stroked it. Oh my god, this is so awesome. It felt so good, the sensation of the soft lace fabric rubbing against the head of my cock, which was almost fully erect already by now.

I repositioned the bra by wrapping one cup around the bottom of my shaft and the other cup around the tip and stroked with both hands. I looked forward to this for so long, I felt like I was going to cum buckets today, and I had all afternoon to do it multiple times. I looked around the room and realized I was surrounded by family pictures. Maybe I should go into the bathroom. I was just about to head over to the bathroom when something else caught my eye. The closet door was slightly open, and I eyed what appeared to be a laundry basket. Hmm... I wonder...

I left the bra hanging on my cock as I opened up the closet, and there was indeed a laundry basket in there. I opened up the basket and at that moment I could swear I heard angels sing. Laying there at the top of the pile of clothes inside, worn and slightly crumpled, was a brand new white bra. Holy shit... no fucking way. I picked the bra up by the strap, and saw that it was a different style than the ones she'd been wearing all these years. I gazed upon its full breast covering cups, and felt the soft cotton fabric that it was made of.

I placed my face into one of the cups, which enveloped my whole head. The soft cotton rubbing against my face was a real delight, but when I inhaled and detected a slight hint of breast sweat, I was in love. Less than 24 hours ago, her gargantuan tits were inside of these very cups. The tag was still on it, and in big bold letters it screamed at me. 38G. Oh my fucking god... I never knew what her bra size was until today. I looked down at my hard cock, which was now drooling with precum. My friend, you are in for a real treat now.

I shuffled back to the dresser and returned the pink bra back to its original position in the drawer and closed it. I wrapped the new bra over the head of my cock and gave it a couple light strokes. Oh my god this feels so amazing. The soft cotton fabric of this new bra was heavenly compared to the old lace bras I'd been using for ten years. I left the bra dangling on my very happy cock and shuffled out of the bedroom with my pants and boxers still around my ankles as I made my way to the bathroom down the hall. I left my pants on the floor halfway down the hall and stepped into the bathroom, and turned on the light.

The bathroom was completely spotless, and also very white. The walls, toilet, sink, bathtub, linoleum flooring, all white. Even her towels were white, hanging on the rack to my left, and the ones rolled up inside the white vanity cupboard over the toilet. Well, looks like I'm about to make this room even more white.

I continued to stroke the soft cup over the head of my cock, then repositioned it so I could use my other hand to stroke my shaft with the other cup. It was so fucking soft, and nothing like I had ever felt before. I gently jacked off my dick with both hands, feeling the soft cotton fabric of this massive 38G bra over every part of my skin. This was the closest I would ever get to having my cock between those amazing tits. It wasn't long before I started to feel the cum building up inside me, and I stopped stroking.

"What the fuck, asshole? Not again!" I could hear my cock exclaiming.

Just hold on a second, buddy. Let me think about how I want to do this. I thought about my options, which I had plenty of. I thought about removing the cup from the tip and cumming into a wad of toilet paper. Then I thought about cumming right into the sink so I could count how many spurts this amazing bra could force out of me. I even thought about just letting it fly straight up or onto the wall.

"Just let me cum right into this large, soft, wonderful bra cup. She won't even notice. She'll just throw it right into the washing machine."

No, we can't do that yet. We're going to want to use this bra at least four more times before we leave. After going through all of my options, I decided the easiest and best way would be to cum into the toilet. Easier cleanup. I began stroking my bra-covered cock again. The soft swishing sounds of the cotton fabric against my cock was the only sound in the building. That is, until I heard the jingling sound of keys in the distance.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. What the fuck? I heard the sound of the door opening and I quickly closed the bathroom door. Then I heard Angela's voice.

"Jordan? Are you here already?" she called.

Oh fuck! Oh fuck! What the fuck do I do? "Uh... uh... yes!" I called back, with Angela's bra still hanging off of my quickly softening cock. My heart was racing and my body was shaking. Oh my god, my life is over. What am I going to do? I could hear her approaching closer.

"Why are your pants on the floor?" she asked, and then it clearly dawned on her. "Are you doing what I think you're doing in there?"

I sighed and stammered, "Y... yeah. I... I was..."

"Well finish up in there," she said. "I have to pee. I'll leave your pants in front of the door." I heard her pick up my pants and place them down in front of the bathroom door. Wait... what? She's not upset? I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. She knows I like to jack off. I might be able to get out of this one after all.

Obviously I wasn't going to finish at this point. My very disappointed cock softened up and drifted down. I'm sorry about this, my friend. I left Angela's bra on the floor and partially opened the door. My pants and underwear were there, just as she said they would be. I grabbed them, closed the door, put them on, and stuck her bra in my belt behind me. Hopefully she doesn't see this.

But it was too late. I opened up the door and Angela was standing there with a concerned look. She stood about 5'6, just a few inches shorter than me, wearing her black work pants and a loose fitting blue t-shirt, which wasn't loose enough because her tits were still very visibly big and round. Her hair was done up in a tight ponytail, the back half blonde and the front half grey.

"Were you in my room?" she asked. Oh fuck! I left the light on in there. My heart started racing faster, and I was shaking nervously again. I didn't respond; I just lowered my head.

"Did you take something out of my laundry basket?" OH FUCK! I left that open too! Fuck! My life is fucking over now! Fuck fuck fuck!! I felt like I was about to have a heart attack. My entire body was vibrating and I could no longer think. I lowered my head even further, reached around behind me and pulled out her bra from out of my belt. Angela lowered her eyebrows and pierced me with her green eyes, snatching her bra out of my quivering hand. I could swear she grinned at me as she did it.

"P... please don't... please don't t... t... tell M... Melissa," I could barely get the words out, and my eyes began to get very moist.

"We'll talk about this when I get out of the bathroom," Angela said. I stepped around her and scuffed slowly to the living room. My ass crashed down onto the black leather couch, I put my hands over my face and sobbed.

What the fuck? Why did I forget she's done work at noon on Fridays? My life is over. What the fuck is wrong with me? I'm such a fucking idiot. The sound of the toilet flushing announced the commencement of my reckoning. Behind my loud sobs, I heard footsteps in front of me, and I removed my hands from my soaked face. Angela stood in front of me with her bra dangling from her index finger.