Mother-in-Law Over Wife
"A bit... close, isn't it?"
"...Pardon?"
"It just feels like you're a little too close...."
That was it. The entirety of her feedback. He'd mounted her on impulse and ground against her there, yet all mother-in-law could say was that it felt a little close. Her clothes were still on, but let's be real—she had to have felt the sensation pressing against her. Lying prone on the massage table, there was no way she could ignore the awkward weight of him on top or the intimate friction between her panties and gown.
"Oh, is that so? Sorry about that. I got a little carried away trying to get into it."
"It's fine... Enthusiasm can run ahead sometimes."
He was confused, but for now, he pulled back a step. Carefully dismounting the massage bed, he gauged her reaction.
"......"
"......"
Mother-in-law kept her face firmly planted in the face cradle, silent as a mouse.
Chalpak♥
"Ah...."
He couldn't let the awkward silence drag on, so he got back to work, hands moving busily. Squirting another line of lotion across her porcelain-smooth back, he spread it thin and massaged it in.
As he applied lotion and massaged in tandem, he sorted through the situation in his mind.
'Is this a green light, or a red light telling me to stop...?'
It was ambiguous. She'd reined him in midway, but brushed past the rubbing like she hadn't noticed, and hadn't objected to continuing the massage. Utterly vague—wrinkles creased his forehead. Women's hearts were like padlocks sealed tight; as he kneaded her back, he racked his brain to pick it.
"Mother-in-law."
"......"
"I need to apply lotion, so I'll pull the gown down a bit more."
Still no reply. Taking her muffled silence as tacit consent, he caught a hint.
'She won't stop me outright...?'
A sly smile tugged at his lips. He formed a hypothesis: mounting her skipped steps too fast, earning a warning, but a slow approach might pass without resistance. Like not crunching candy hastily but letting it melt on the tongue, climbing stairs one by one—like returning to beginner's mind, flowing with the mood.
Sruruk...
The gown slid down, exposing skin to the point where wearing it was pointless.
'Hah... is she really in her forties?'
Her deeply dimpled lower back was fully revealed. Pretty lines curving to the front where her side-boob pressed slightly, squished so painfully it made him wonder if it hurt. Like a fly rubbing its hands before a meal, he worked the lotion down to her hips.
Feeling directly now what had only been permitted over the gown.
Kuuuuk—
"Eung...♥"
Pressing a bit harder drew an adorable moan she couldn't hold back. Her breathing quickened in response, but he suppressed his impulses and continued the massage. Kneading her hips, he brushed her ass. Evenly coating her entire back with lotion, savoring her womanly scent. Tempted by the squished side-boob, but holding back for her desire to be approached slowly.
"Haa, haa... —Eut♥"
Gauging the rising tension, caressing like foreplay, she didn't resist strongly. Stifling moans, her breaths grew ragged, body heat rising. Classic female signals. Her wide hips quivered faintly, beckoning a man.
Gulp...!
Still, he didn't repeat the mistake. Figuring it was safe so far, he slyly extended his touch.
"You look uncomfortable—let me massage there too."
"......!"
Kuuk—♥
"Ah, aaaah♥"
The moment he pressed the pussy mound wrapped in folded panties, her reaction exploded. Like an orgasm after years, she bucked her hips sensitively. That huge, lewd body thrashed like a fish flung from water.
Kuuk, kuuk♥
"Eung, ung...! Do, Do-yeon... this is!"
"...Relax. This is part of the massage too."
He soothed her calmly. Brazenly excusing the absurdity.
"This is massage too......"
"Yes, it's part of today's special massage, so it's fine."
"......"
But she accepted it. Arms that had tensed to rise relaxed again.
Swik...♥
Taking his ridiculous excuse as pretext, her thick thighs parted slightly. Perfect for deeper probing, tension easing as if to savor the sensation sneakily. He smirked.
Now he grasped the rhythm perfectly. The tempo she craved.
Kuuk, kuu-uk♥
"Ah, eung... that feels good...♥"
Foreplay packaged as massage. Already slick from the light touches throughout, he rubbed her delicious mother-in-law cunt. Patting the damp pussy from outside her panties, stroking, then slowly slipping in two middle-finger joints.
Jjeub—jjeub♥
"Ah, aaaah...♥"
As if tasting a male finger after ages, her pussy clenched tight around it. Grip tight as if she'd never borne a child. Welcoming the fingers probing her labia slowly amid her potent female musk.
Jjeob! Jjeob! Jjeob!
"Uhheung! Ah, aaaah... something's inside...♥"
Once the mood ripened fully, he plunged into her pussy openly. Shamelessly calling it a "pussy massage," stuffing her lonely mother-in-law hole full of his thick middle finger. Savoring it clenching deliciously each deep dip of her son-in-law's digit.
"Haa, haa...! Do-yeon...!"
"It's fine. Just relax."
"No, I feel weird...!"
Deul-seok... deul-seok...♥
Instinct kicking in, she lifted her hips amid the gushing wetness from her sopping cunt. Body demanding more, feeling the cock-hole fingering disguised as massage with her whole being.
"Almost done with the massage—just hold on a bit."
"Sorry, even during massage, I'm sorry but my body... I can't take it anymore...♥"
"I see? Then I'll make it comfortable now."
Jjeok-jjeok-jjeok-jjeok♥
"Ohot! Uhheueueung— aaaah there, not there...♥"
Adding his index to the middle finger for double penetration. Much thicker now, blatantly churning her into a mess. Her triggered midlife pussy squirted wildly under the assault.
"Aaaang, aaaah my body...♥ No more...! Uhheueueueueung—!"
Pushut! Pusht... jjeurreut...♥
Unable to hold back her screams, she came explosively. Pussy juice flooding as she instinctively arched her waist. Shame forgotten, legs straight out, lower body shuddering.
'Hah... she's killer...'
Eye candy so sweet just watching. Gown fallen to the floor from her writhing, panties shoved aside in disarray as she climaxed beautifully. Rejecting nothing from her son-in-law's hands, squirting freely.
"Haa, haa...♥"
Like her first orgasm in ages, she slumped in exhaustion afterward. Male lust surged like a tiger seizing prey at her limp form, but he held it down.
'Impulsive, but I lucked out.'
Plenty of gains—no need to push further hastily. Mere caresses and pseudo-sex, but crucially, she hadn't rejected his touch. Yes. Like a woman starved for intimacy long-term. Details unknown, but even at her age, no sex with her husband apparently.
Haljjak♥
Licking the salty slick coating his fingers, he grinned wickedly. This intel alone put mother-in-law firmly in his grasp. No rush needed; he draped the fallen gown over her considerately.
"That's it for the massage, mother-in-law."
Flashing a bright smile, he declared the session over.
*
After finishing, mother-in-law hastily retied her gown and showered. Emerging in her dress again, they resumed conversation awkwardly, but he brushed the massage off like it never happened to spare her embarrassment. Her climax went unmentioned, tacitly hushed.
Face flushed hot, she claimed they'd had plenty of fun today. He escorted her to the waiting white sedan with the driver.
At the final parting, he pulled out the gift.
"Last complimentary item, mother-in-law."
"Th-this is...!"
He'd considered boxing it, but handed it plainly. A luxury white bag with an obvious high-end logo, his finale gift.
"I said if things go well, I'd upgrade your bag."
"I-is this real?! Why go this far...!"
She'd taken his prior promise as a passing joke, now flustered before the designer handbag. Panicking yet unable to look away, clearly delighted.
"Thanks for coming today too. With your beauty, mother-in-law, you more than deserve to carry it."
"Do-yeon..."
Personally placing the bag in the back seat, he clasped her hand lightly. Stroking her still-fair hand, he whispered inwardly.
'Looking forward to next time—I'll prepare properly.'
'......♥'
She avoided his eyes but not his touch. In the blind spot from the driver, she gently squeezed back the hand that had pleasured her so thoroughly today.
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He'd crossed the line—I'd sensed it midway. The once-son-in-law's black-hearted intentions toward me were obvious. Drawn by the lavish welcome disguised as a meeting, but no fool would miss it mounting the massage bed. Yet I didn't refuse.
Chances to halt this dangerous flirtation abounded, but I let it go.
'...My belly's still hot♥'
Of course—because it felt good. Couldn't reject the fulfillment of male attention after so long. No need for pretense; I wanted to go with the flow. Hard to push away that handsome face seeing me as a woman.
Thorough back rub unlike a salon. Gifts without stinting money. The thick finger invading there after ages, and his lust. At this age, I knew: women thrive on attention. Even if calculated, I couldn't stay indifferent to such bold interest.
'Ugh... why's my heart pounding like a fool...♥'
She rubbed between her legs lightly. Craving that indecent act masked as massage, driving her mad.
Dokidoki♥
Couldn't suppress this pathetic thrill making her feel young again.