Flashing Mother-in-Law Ch. 03
Over the years, my mother-in-law flashed me a lot. I always thought that it was accidental. In hindsight, I still think that it was accidental, accidentally on purpose. There is too much information to put down in one story and even if I could squeeze it all in to one very long story, the sheer volume of the numerous times that she flashed me would take away from the excitement of the others. It's better if I write about each one separately.
Below is the story of the third time that my mother-in-law, my future mother-in-law at the time, flashed me.
I was 18-years-old when my girlfriend called to asked me if I could give her mother a ride from the office party she was attending in Boston. My future mother-in-law, Doris, never had a license to drive and at the time, her daughter had not yet gotten her license. I lived close to where the party was held, so it was not inconvenient for me to pick her up.
She was drunk when I arrived, as were all of those who still lingered at the party. She wasn't falling down drunk, but she was definitely high. Doris was a happy drunk, engaging and personable and took me around the room to introduce myself as her future son-in-law, which was premature at the time, since I had not asked her daughter to marry me and would not for another 4 years, until after I graduated college.
She took me by the arm as she marched me around the room. I could not help but feel the weight of her big breast pressed against me and resting on my forearm. The feel of her big tit was all that it took to give me an erection, that and the fact that she was wearing a very low cut blouse, which showed her abundant cleavage.
The party was held at a hotel and when we were waiting for the elevator she pushed me up against the wall and pressed herself against me. By this time, she was definitely staggering drunk and it took all the strength that I had to hold her up and direct her forward momentum.
That was the first time she kissed. It wasn't a sexual kiss and did not include tongues. She just took my face between her hands and gave me a big smooch on the lips. It was a long, motionless kiss much like the kisses that you saw in the movies circa 1940's when they had censorship. The kiss didn't turn me on, but her body pressed against mine did. I allowed my hand to slip from her back to the top of her ass. I figured she was drunk and it was a good time to cop a cheap feel of her ass, only I was afraid to go much lower than I did.
In the elevator, I helped her on with her coat taking that as an opportunity to feel her tits. First, I pretended that her coat was caught so I wrapped my arms around her sliding my hands inside and behind her before sliding them to the sides of her tits in the pretense of fixing her coat. She didn't even notice that I was feeling as much of her big tits as I could. Then, when I started buttoning the front of her coat, my hands were all over the front and the side of her tits. She had big tits, definitely a D cup.
We made it down to the lower level garage and I helped her to the front passenger seat, holding the door open, while watching and helping her trying to get in the car. She was wearing a short skirt and her legs were wide open when she found the seat finally. I saw her cream colored panties.
On the way home with her legs splayed and her coat open, her skirt was clear up to nearly her crotch. The fact that her panty clad pussy was only inches away from being exposed was erotic. I wanted to reach over and put my hand between her legs and finger her through her panties. At the very least, hoping to see her panty again, I wanted a better look. Only, I couldn't figure out how to do that without being obvious about it, as I was driving. The best that I could come up with was to adjust the rearview mirror and angle it as far down as I could. Only, I was afraid that she would notice that I was trying to see her panty. I was so nervous. I was so horny. I was so aroused.
That was when she dropped her cigarette ash between her legs. I pulled the car over on the pretense that it was a hot ash, when it was just ash. I leaned over and helped wipe away the ash from between her legs and she spread her legs even more while trying to lift herself up in the seat in her feeble attempt at wiping away the ash, too. Only, she was so uncoordinated from drinking so much alcohol. I helped by holding up the front of her skirt with my fingertips pretending that I was looking for ash when I was staring at her panty while wiping away non-existent ash. A few times, I touched her panty with my fingertips. I thought I was going to cum right there. I had such an erection.
We continued our drive, which was only another ten minutes. She slumped over towards me resting her head in my lap with her hand on my erect cock. Truly, I figured she was drunk enough that she didn't know what she was doing. Now, in hindsight, I think she knew exactly what she was doing. Her mouth was so very close to my cock and she gripped the head of my cock with her fingers as if she was fondling a worry stone. At that point, had she unzipped me and put me in her mouth, I would have let her.
She struggled to take her coat off claiming that she was hot. The middle button of her blouse was unbuttoned and I had a clear view of her bra and her abundant cleavage. I was so young and so naïve and I thought every flash was accidental. I never considered that she was purposely flashing me, until now that I write about what happened so long ago.
Home at last, I helped her up the stairs with my hand in constant contact with the side of her tit and deposited her in her house. It was Christmas Eve and her daughter, my girlfriend, invited me to stay over. The next day was Christmas and the day that she flashed me her pussy, which by all accounts should have been sequenced as the third flash, but both flashes were so close to one another only hours apart that it really doesn't matter. Actually, I didn't even recall the time that I picked her up from the Christmas office party until I started writing story #2. I apologize for the flashes being out of sequence, but it is understandable that I would remember them by the extent of their flash. Flashing her pussy is more memorable than having her flash her panty.
To be continued...
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