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Mother-in-law Peeping for Halloween

by SuperHeroRalph 10/04/11

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Son-in-law has his wicked way with his MILF of a mother-in-law on Halloween night.

This time, Halloween night, a long time coming, I had lost my mind to incest. This time, after coming home from the Halloween masquerade ball we attended together, I had gone over the edge with incestuous lust for my wife's mother, my MILF of a mother-in-law, Diane. I realize, of course, not being blood related that lusting over an in-law technically may not be deemed incest. Yet, tell that to the judge, when the true definition of incest doesn't carry much weight in divorce court, if I were to be caught lusting over, peeping on, and having sex with my wife's mother.

We were both a little drunk and it was with the help of copious amounts of alcohol and the encouragement of my wife, that my true reckless and incestuous desires surfaced. Using those two things as my excuse and insanity plea, that I was drunk and it was my wife's fault because she encouraged me to dance with her mother and show her lonely, divorced Mom a good time.

"I want to dance, Jack. Dance with me," said my mother-in-law pulling me up on the dance floor by my hand.

"Go ahead, Jack. Dance with my Mom. Show my mother a good time."

Oh, I danced with her, alright, I showed my mother-in-law a good time alright, if that's what you want to call what I was doing on the dance floor dancing and showing her a good time. Groping her curvaceous body on the dance floor more described what I was doing. Feeling up my mother-in-law was my idea of not only showing her a good time but also giving myself a good time, too. Encouraged by her, when she didn't slap my hand away or tell me to stop, I took advantage that she was more than a bit tipsy. In the five years I had known her, I never felt so much of my mother-in-law's bodacious body. In the five years I had known her, I always have been lusting over my mother-in-law.

Then, totally losing my mind and pushing the limits of my marriage by making out with my wife's mother on the taxi ride home was a daring move and a sexual fantasy come true. Having already crossed the line of appropriate behavior between a son-in-law and a mother-in-law on the dance floor and again in the cab on the wild, ride home, there was no turning back now. Now, should my wife catch me kissing her mother, French kissing her mother, my only defense was that we were both drunk. Nevertheless, being caught kissing Diane or not, once home from the Halloween party, with my mother-in-law an overnight guest, I was, without a doubt, doomed, driven, and determined to continue a sexual relationship with her, but this time, from inside her guest bedroom closet.

"Oh, yeah."

With the guest bedroom light off, quietly, not moving, and barely breathing, I stood in the guest bedroom closet hiding behind her clothes and concealed by the closed, double bi-fold, louvered closet doors, while waiting for my mother-in-law, Diane, to come to bed. This was it. I was making my move. My perfect peeping plan, this is what I had been waiting for and had been fantasizing about for years. A long time coming, my perfect opportunity, I was finally going to watch my mother-in-law undress and, hopefully, strip naked.

"Naked, naked, naked. Finally, I was going to see my mother-in-law naked."

Desperate to see her naked body, determined to see her big tits, her round ass, and her forbidden pussy, a grown, responsible, and somewhat normal man, even I couldn't believe I was hiding in her closet. Spying on my mother-in-law, in the way of some testosterone filled, young adult, this is what my life has suddenly become. No doubt and admittedly, I'm a pervert, a peeper, a perverted peeper, about to watch my MILF of a mother-in-law strip naked, naked, naked.

"Naked, naked, naked, oh, my God. If only she would, I'd be so excitedly happy. If only she knew I was in her closet hoping to watch her undress."

Will it really happen? Will she not know and not even suspect that I'm hiding in her closet watching her remove her clothes, while stroking my cock and thinking about having sex with her, the mother of my wife? Will I really get to see my mother-in-law's tits, her ass, and her pussy or, as I've grown to expect, will something go wrong at the last instant to ruin my perfect Halloween peeping plan?

So nervous with what I was about to do, so insane with incestuous lust for her, debating if I should go through with peeping on my mother-in-law or not, I still had time to back out now, return to my bedroom, and sleep with my wife, Jennifer, but I couldn't do that. No, for me to fulfill my sexual fantasy, for me to satisfy my most perverse urges, for me to see all that I've been so wanting and needing to see of my mother-in-law, I needed to see my wife's mother naked. Too late, with me already hiding in her closet, I couldn't back out now, not tonight.

The perfect opportunity to implement my perfect plan, able to control everything in my own house, standing in my guest bedroom closet, and ready to watch my drunken mother-in-law undress, I couldn't imagine a better scenario. Possibly my best opportunity and my best plan, maybe my last chance to see her naked, before she moves out of state, I needed to do this or I'd regret my indecision forever. I needed to watch Diane undress. I needed to see my mother-in-law naked, naked, naked.

"Where is she? What is she doing downstairs? What's taking her so long to come to bed? I'm so excited. I can't wait. Precariously exposed, the longer I hide in her closet the more of a chance I'll be detected for the scumbag that I am for peeping on my mother-in-law."

Tired of waiting in her closet, with every minute longer I stood hiding in her closet, I felt more ridiculous and more perverted. Suddenly regretting my decision to spy on her, why am I like this? Why must my life be so twisted like this? Why am I so tortured to see what I'm not supposed to see? Am I forever doomed to be so controlled by incestuous lust for my relatives? Is every man attracted to his grandmother, his mother, his sister, his aunts, his cousins, his daughter-in-law, his sister-in-law, and his mother-in-law or just me?

Hoping she didn't see me walk out of my secret hiding spot, hoping I didn't run into her in the hall with her coming up the stairs and me coming out of the guest bedroom and ruin everything, I stealthily tiptoed out of the closet to investigate her whereabouts.

"Where is she? What the Hell is she doing down there? What's taking her so long to come to bed and strip out of her clothes?"

Once the coast was clear and the house so eerily quiet, already having taken my cock out of my pajama bottoms and wrapped my hand around it. While thinking of Jennifer's mother naked, I stroked myself to an erection, as I walked out in the open. So very exposed, with no one around to see me and watch me play with myself, I wished my mother-in-law was there to see my exposed cock and to watch me masturbate. Brazenly, filled with lust for her, I walked around upstairs imagining my mother-in-law catching me with my cock so exposed.

"Oops, sorry, Mom. Don't look. I'm so embarrassed," I imagined saying to her, if she saw my cock sticking straight out and my one hairy eye pointing at her. "I had no idea my cock had fallen out of my pajamas."

She likes it when I call her Mom, as much as I like calling her Mom. When I call her Mom, I imagine having sex with my mother, not that I'd ever have sex with my mother. I'd never have sex with my mother. I mean, I would have definitely tried to have sex with my mother, if she looked anything like Jennifer's mother, Diane. When I'm not calling my mother-in-law, Mom, I call her Diane. Wishing and wanting to call her MILF, afraid that I may make a misspeak and refer to her as my MILF of a mother-in-law, with her short blonde hair, big blues eyes, and shapely figure, never do I refer to her as my mother-in-law.

So very attracted to her, if I wasn't married to her daughter, I'd ask her out. Oh, yeah, I'd date Diane, if I could. Whenever we're out together shopping at the mall and looking to buy Jennifer a birthday or Christmas gift, I enjoy pretending that I'm out with my older girlfriend, more mature lover, and/or MILF of a wife, instead of my sexy mother-in-law. Before I met Diane, having heard so many horror stories about mothers-in-law, never would I imagine that I'd enjoy shopping with my mother-in-law. Never would I have imagined that I'd be so attracted to my mother-in-law that I'd want to fuck her and lick her, after she sucks me.

Whether on purpose or accidental, I don't know nor do I even care which, she gives me a sexy show when shopping for shoes and especially when trying on boots. Oh, yeah, I love watching her try on boots. Always she flashes me her panties, when she's trying on boots. It's so erotic when she raises her foot in the air, perhaps because I imagine her raising and spreading her legs for me. Struggling to get her boot on her foot and with her knees parted just enough for me to see everything I had hoped to see, I just want to fall between her legs and lick her pussy through her panty. I so would, if I could.

Ready and hoping to see her panty, I always position myself, on the pretense that I'm helping her by giving her my opinion of her shoe selection, to watch her flash me her panties in an up skirt view. It's so erotic to see her knees parted and her skirt rising higher with every movement of her foot. So focused on trying on shoes and boots, does she not realize that she's so exposed and that I can see between her legs and see her panties? Or is she purposely flashing me? I'd like to think that she was purposely flashing me. That's so hot.

"Oh, my God. Panties, panties, panties, I love seeing my mother-in-law's panties."

With all the dressing rooms now having doors, I miss the dressing rooms that had curtains. So few and so far in between, when masturbating over Diane, I sometimes imagine her undressing behind a curtain that's partially open. I imagine seeing her in her panties and bra, just as I hope to see her now, while hiding in her closet.

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