When it comes to holding her alcohol, my second wife Susan is a cheap date. So, when her youngest sister finally tied the knot it came as no surprise when we had to make an early exit from the reception.  After her first sloe gin fizz, she was ruling the dance floor. After her third, she couldn't stay on top of her stiletto heels without wobbling. When it became apparent that she had more than her share, her mother helped me get her into the Nissan and the three of us bid the happy couple adieu. 

Rose carried her daughter's shoes in her hand as I carried Susan into the house and up to the bedroom.  I unzipped her dress and let it drop to her ankles, before tucking her under the covers. She was unconscious before I exited the room.

"How's the party pooper doing?" Rose called out as I descended the stairs. She was pouring a glass of champagne as she sat on the sofa. 

"She's out like a light."

Rose took a sip from her glass then offered it to me as I sat on the sofa and grabbed the television remote control. "I helped myself to a bottle of cheer as we left," she smiled.

"You're on the ball, Rosie."

Susan's mother was a ball of fire. Widowed five years earlier and in her mid-seventies, she was as sassy as they come. She smoked like a chimney and swore like a sailor. Despite the lines that surrounded her eyes and mouth, and the ever-so-slight sagging of her arms, she still turned heads. Always made-up nicely, Rose carried herself with an easy-going confidence and exuded beauty. Now she spent most of her time on cruise ships with her group of girlfriends. 

I downed the contents of the glass then refilled it before giving it to Rose. I kicked off my wingtips and crossed my legs on the coffee table. 

"Good idea. My feet are killing me," she said as she slipped off her high heels. Then she swung her legs around and reclined with her feet on my lap. "I like the way I look in heels, but they hurt like hell at my age."

She took a gulp of champagne and handed me the glass.

"I like the way you look in heels too," I said.

"Oh, you stop! You'll make me blush," she laughed. 

But it was true. While my mother-in-law may have aged, she did so with extreme grace. And her legs were a prime example. Rose was able to wear anything she chose without embarrassing herself. Short and tight?  No problem. Long and elegant? She's got it covered. The old doll was amazing that way. 

"Well, you can kick off your heels and put your feet up now. The party's over," I said. 

"Not quite, kiddo," she replied, then downed her glass. I picked up the bottle and filled it again. After taking a sip she handed the glass to me, then reached for her cigarettes and lit one.

I looked down and saw her well-cared-for toes, painted red and shining through the black nylon aura. My interest in television suddenly lost, I put down the remote and reached for Rose's right foot. She quickly pulled it back. 

"Relax, Rose. I used to massage my mother's feet all the time," I assured her. It was a lie.

"Don't tickle me, please," she warned and once again extended her foot. I took it in my hands and softly kneaded her sole with my thumbs. She sipped her drink, took a pull on her Newport, then let out a cloud of smoke, lightly sighing as she did. The smoke swirled around my hands as they tenderly rubbed her sole. 

"My God! That feels heavenly.," she cooed. I silently agreed. The warmth of her foot and the softness of her stockings made it easy to forget that she was my wife's mother. 

"My mother used to pay me five dollars for this." Another lie.

"Money well-spent," Rose responded. She took another sip and another puff.

I released her right foot and started in on her left, this time lifting her leg and holding it by the calf as I slowly stretched her toes to and fro. Rose finished her Newport, emptied her glass, then let her head hit the cushion and her eyes close. She drew in a deep breath then let it out with a lilting moan.

"Relax," I whispered. 

With the smoke cleared, I discovered a sweet scent of perfume coming from Rose. I hadn't noticed it before. I was drawn to it. I also noticed a thin gold anklet wrapped around her slender ankle. I was beginning to notice a lot about her that I hadn't noticed before. 

My stretching and massaging slowly transformed into caressing. I hoped that I wasn't making her uncomfortable, but when she bent her right knee and her dress slid up revealing her thighs, I got a good vibe. I ventured further up her leg lightly stroking her warm nylon-clad limb.

Rose lifted her leg higher and presented me with her foot. I softly grasped her heel, lifted her sole to my face, and looked into her eyes. I saw nothing that told me to stop. She pushed her foot closer and I kissed it. She let out a giggle and I did the same. I kissed her sole again, causing her toes to curl. Then I kissed the top of her foot, before sliding her big toe into my mouth. 

"Mmmm. You're a freak," Rose slurred, now feeling the alcohol.  

I savored the texture of the nylon on my lips and the warmth of her flesh within on my tongue. As I kissed, licked, and sucked on my mother-in-law's toes, I reached up her leg with both hands and lightly stroked her thighs. I was on the threshold of a forbidden heaven 

I glanced up to see Rose raise her dress higher, exposing herself below the waist. I continued to suck her toes through the black nylon as I softly caressed the inside of her thighs. As my tongue swirled around her foot I watched as she reached between her legs and began to massage her genitalia. 

"Oh my God!" I heard her whisper. Again. And again. 

I watched as two of her polished fingertips rubbed a circular pattern on her crotch. Her hips began to slowly gyrate, and her butt ground deeper into the sofa. Her toes curled again as I kissed her sole. Then our eyes met. No words were spoken, but I knew what Rosie wanted.

As I let go of my mother-in-law's foot, I slid off the sofa and kneeled on the floor before her. I gently pushed apart her thighs as she placed her moist fingertips on my lips. I opened my mouth and tasted her sweet nectar.  Then I reached up to her juicy crotch and anxiously tore a hole in her hose, exposing her pubic hair and pussy lips. 

Rose reached out and pulled my head to her groin and pressed her cunt into my face. I puckered my lips, gave her a long, firm kiss, then commenced to eating her pussy like there was no tomorrow. Her juices mixed with my spit and covered my face from forehead to chin. My tongue licked her clit with aggressive force before pushing into her hole as deep as I could. Her bush was drenched. 

As Rose writhed on the sofa,  my head between her nylon legs, I reached down and undid my trousers. I pulled them down far enough to expose my growing hardon, then put her legs on my shoulders and lifted her a bit to reveal her ass. I tore her pantyhose another couple of inches and dug my tongue into her sphincter, never reaching the depths I desired but loving places that I did reach.

I gave my tool a few strokes as I ran my face from pussy to asshole and back, savoring every tasty inch. After one last tender kiss, I climbed to my feet. Rose grabbed her legs behind her knees and pulled them to her chest. Bracing myself on the back of the sofa, I leaned in and slowly pushed my swollen cock into my mother-in-law. I looked down at her as I slid deeper into her warm, moist love-hole. She had a thousand-mile stare in her big brown eyes and an innocent smile.

I worked myself into a good rhythm and the old lady was keeping up with me as I pumped her furiously. She grunted a low moan with every stroke of my phallus. Each outward stroke seemed to be met with a greater power from within her that pulled me back into her pulsing cunt. I felt her wet pubic hair on my scrotum as it bounced off her.

My balls began to tighten and my juices started to rise, despite my best attempt to make this moment last. While I never had a screw I didn't like, this one was already my favorite. Along with the general sexual gratification came a very appealing sense of forbidden pleasure. A feeling that was shared with my wife's mother. And one we would secretly take to our graves.

With my load ready to blow, I paused for a moment, gave Rose a soft kiss on her lips, then slowly pushed my cock as deep as I could and shot my seed into my wife's mother. As I felt myself ejaculate, I kissed her nylon foot. 

After pulling my pants up, I carried Rose to the guest bedroom. I watched as she undressed,  then I laid with her until she drifted off. I drew in one last breath of her perfume before kissing her gently and making my exit. 

After asking Rose the name the next day, I purchased a bottle of the perfume for Susan. It brings back pleasant memories.