We found ourselves alone together on the couch after a morning and most of an afternoon of laboring in the yard. I was still sitting in the sweaty clothes I’d been working in all day, but Lisa had taken a shower. She was now in a loose-fitting pair of aged khaki shorts and a peach tank top. My mother-in-law had never been one to care much about fashion. Now in her early 50’s, she was still in decent shape. She never exercised, just kept a light diet. Her skin was always fair and never really tanned. And now her brown hair hung, still a bit damp, about to her shoulders. Half laying on the couch, the tips of her toes just barely grazed against my leg. I hadn’t given it a thought, but she had these petite feet with adorable little toes, highlighted in a very light pink. I’d pulled my hat off and wiped away a bit of sweat, then flopped my arms down to find my hand resting on the top of her right foot, about at the ankle. She was saying something about my help, not being able to get all this done without me, something like that. How did we end up in the house alone? I think I said something back about being glad to help? Or maybe I’d told her I was hungry? Or maybe I said I was tired? I can’t remember the conversation at all. But I suddenly found myself gently caressing the top of her lovely foot as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back into the sunlight that filled half of the room. At some point, my subconscious contact became quite deliberate. I moved closer to her, picking her legs up and sliding beneath them. I began to massage her at the heel, then her tired arch, and finally, the soft flesh of the bottom of her toes. Then flexing and spreading them out, I would pause before starting again on her other foot. Her eyes were still closed as she gave a light moan. It didn’t seem to be sexual, but more a sound of relief and relaxation. As time passed, I began to work my way slowly up her legs. 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I then began to work my way to her heel, back to the arch, then to her toes. As my mouth worked, my other hand had disappeared completely under her shorts, and was now working around the edge of her fresh panties. Placing her pleasured foot back in my lap, I took the one now nearest to me. Lifting it to my mouth, I began to give it a similar treatment. Her leg now in the air, I stole a glance up the baggy leg of her shorts. Her panties were plain and dull. They gave me the feeling that she had given up on the idea of sex for pleasure far too long ago. Some moisture had begun to grow, clinging to her body and showing the outlines of a mound of hair hidden beneath. In this time, her free, naked toes had begun to dance over the bulge in my own shorts. “You are absolutely mad,” she told me. “You, we can’t. What are you ..” she would stammer as she tried to gain an understanding of the situation. escort akbatı “Shhh,” I encouraged a second time. Starting at her knee, I took her leg in both hands and firmly worked up to her panty line and back down. Each time I would linger a bit longer, becoming more firm with the sensitive skin and what were now swollen and neglected pussy lips. Suddenly, she stopped me. In a flurry of clumsy activity, she scrambled to her feet and began to pace the room. “Come with me,” I told her, taking her by the hand. “What? Where?” “Come with me,” I said again with a bit more force, and guided her to her bedroom, pulling the door not totally closed behind us. When I turned around, she was still standing exactly where I had lead her. Sliding my hands just under the bottom of her shirt, I began to kiss her neck as I rubbed the soft skin of her stomach. As I worked around the back of her neck to the other side, I worked one hand slowly up to her tits as the other moved just under her waistband. “I know you’ve only been with one man your whole life,” I whispered into her ear. I undid the button on her shorts and with a small tug, let them fall to the floor. My hands were now intent on her hips, where I could feel her shake with nerves. “I’m going to have you now.” “To…have me,” she repeated. “Yes. I’m going to have you,” I breathed into her ear. “How do you mean?” I was uncertain if she was asking out of modesty, confusion, or if she simply wanted to hear someone talk dirty to her. Her lack of experience, even at her age made me think she was unsure of what was to happen next. She seemed to think this was a dream and she may wake up. “Have you,” I said as I spun her to face me. “I’m going to lay you on your bed. I’m going to strip off your clothes. I’m going to put your legs over my shoulders and bury my face in what must be a very lonely pussy.” She blushed and covered her mouth as if she’d just heard the escort beylikdüzü word for the first time. “And when I am ready, I will plant my cock so deeply inside you that you may think you’re going to die.” With no time given for more words, I scooped her up and carried her to her bed. Kneeling at the foot board, I peeled off my shirt. She seemed paralyzed by the moment. I then slid out of my shorts and boxers, letting my now throbbing cock spring free. “Oh goodness,” she gasped. “I’ve just-, I mean…I’ve never seen another…you know, besides my husband,” she babbled. “Shhh,” I encouraged again. I took her by the ankles and placed one foot on my chest. The other I bought to my mouth once again. I tenderly kissed each of her toes, taking the time to rub the rest deeply. Moving with more speed, my mouth worked to her arch, then to her heel. She was breathing heavily as I changed places of her feet and began the same treatment on the other. Reaching quickly to her hips, I took her panties on both sides and deftly pulled them down the length of her legs, casting them to the floor. Her legs squeezed together as her hand instinctively flew between them to cover herself. Spreading her legs very gently, I slid myself between them. I kissed the back her hands which covered her nervous sex, and placed them on my head as if to encourage her to move me where she would enjoy the most. A huge mound of hair looked back at me. It made sense, as the idea of shaving was uncommon at her sexual height. So hooking her legs over my shoulders, I cupped my hands on her hips and pressed my face to her mound, nuzzling my nose into her hair. Her back arched, driving her head into the pillows on her bed as I made the first long lick over her lips. I could feel her stomach pulse a bit with tension as continued. Increasing my grip, I increase my pace, hammering her clit with my tongue. Her hips began to roll in coordination with my efforts and it seemed her inhibitions we being left behind. I freed my right arm, and dipped my pinky finger into her pussy. Her free leg went straight, as the other squeezed me tighter to her. Once wet with her juice, I continued to work her slit while circling her asshole with my finger.