I got married way too young. I met my first wife in my first year at Uni and by the time we left, both 21, we had moved in together and decided to make things official. Wanting to avoid family pressure to put on a big do, we went from proposal to register office in just a couple of months. We were giddy with excitement about the long future we would have together.
Sarah was short, slim, small-chested, with short dark hair and although conservative in what she would do in bed (rarely gave oral, preferred missionary), she enjoyed sex. I loved her tomboy looks. We were both working and rented a flat in north London which even back then (circa 1990) was pricey, leaving little to spend on ourselves after rent. It didn't matter too much as we enjoyed our own company and Sarah had family out towards Watford so we would often go and see them, making best use of her Mum's desire to cook us a nice Sunday lunch.
However, within a few months of happy marriage and living together, calamity struck. I was to be made redundant from my job – a case of first in, first out. Sarah's job for a bank in central London paid okay but it wasn't going to keep us afloat. Funds were going to dry up very quickly once my last day at work approached.
At the same time, Sarah's parents split up. It wasn't unexpected as we knew things had been frosty for a while but it felt like all the bad luck was arriving at once. Sarah had a younger 18 year old sister – Louise – who thankfully had just gone off to Uni herself so was saved from witnessing the last tense few weeks of her parents' marriage.
I felt bad for Sarah's Mum, Alice. She was only 44, having married young herself. She seemed to me to be not only friendly but also pretty sexy. Like Sarah, she was fairly petite and slim but with a bit more shape to her and much bigger boobs that I often found my eyes wandering down to when we went to see her. What a fool her husband was to say goodbye to that.
The departure of Sarah's Dad from the family home (he was already working up north so got himself a cheap flat nearer to his job) turned out to be quite fortunate for us. Alice would be on her own so made the suggestion that we move in to hers until I got back on my feet and we could afford to start renting again. With little sister Louise at Uni most of the time, the typical semi-detached house wouldn't seem so cramped.
We jumped at the chance. Although it was a blow for our independence, it was going to make things so much easier and Sarah's Mom was both good company, and in need of some company now she was on her own.
We settled in quickly, not really having much in the way of personal belonging ourselves. Alice volunteered to swap bedrooms so she took a smaller room and we had the larger en-suite room. That made us feel bad but Alice insisted:
"I'm very much on my own now," she said. "I don't need the space."
Alice didn't work, having stayed at home to bring up her kids. Departed hubby earned enough in the corporate sector to keep things comfortable and it was clear that any divorce settlement wouldn't diverge from that arrangement too much. As Sarah was commuting into work each weekday, that left Alice and I in the house together.
There was no fear of us getting under each other's feet though. Alice had a set routine: an early trip to the gym, mid-morning coffee at home, lunch out with friends, return home to watch bad daytime TV for the afternoon.
In any case, in that first week I was busy moving the bedrooms around; taking Alice's bits and pieces out of the drawers and the wardrobe into her new bedroom and the loft. Alice had done much of the work but there was still plenty of her husband's stuff that needed to go into the loft as well as a chest of drawers to empty.
I had almost finished the job as I got down to the last drawer of the large chest of drawers. In it was Alice's undies. I paused. Alice was still at the gym so I was alone. I couldn't resist and took a good look through what was there.
She had an amazing selection. Sarah kept it simple and plain when it came to knickers and bras but her Mum favoured the more lacy kind. There were even a few g-strings in here that suddenly made my cock twitch.
Even though they were all clean, I couldn't help but bring a pair of sheer, black panties to my nose and sniff them. I was rock hard now. Truth was that Sarah and I had done too much worrying and not enough fucking lately so I needed something of a release.
I took the panties and lay on the bed, pulling down my jeans and pants in one go to release my hard cock. I immediately wrapped the panties around them and closed my eyes. Fuck this felt good. I'd never wanked over my mother-in-law before but there was always a first time. I imagined her gorgeous tits hanging over me as I stroked my cock using her panties. I wondered what her pussy was like. Sarah trimmed her bush a little but now I'd seen how skimpy her Mum's undies were I was curious to know how she looked down there. A shaved pussy was a rare thing back in those days but I suspected she was well trimmed to make the most of the skimpiness of these gorgeous panties. Whatever her pussy looked like I now had the image of my mother-in-law, naked and pushing her tits into my face, providing me with lovely wanking material.
I was close to spunking. I tensed and then came hard. I spurted a little but my thick cum mainly dripped down my cock and soaked into my motherin-law's panties. Fuck, I thought, that's going to be messy.
I looked down and sure enough it was. My cum had made a lovely, sticky mess all over the sheer fabric of the black panties. Damn, what was I meant to do now? Hide them in the wash basket? But they'll dry out and it will be completely obvious that someone has spunked in them and I was the only guy in the house. Given them a quick rinse through first?
Before I had a chance to decide what to do, and while my trousers were still around my ankles, I heard a key in the front door. Fuck!
I got off the bed and quickly pulled up my trousers. The panties were still in my hand as I heard Alice coming up the stairs back from her daily gym trip.
With no option I threw the panties back into the open draw they came from. Before I got a chance to shut the drawer Alice made an appearance at the ajar bedroom door.
"Hi there, still busy I see," she said, smiling at me.
"Yes, quite a bit to shift, almost done though" I replied nervously. She entered the room fully. I loved seeing her in her lycra gear. Her nipples were a little erect and she always wore bright coloured leggings that were tight-fitting enough to show the outline of her pussy lips.
She glanced down at the open draw.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," she said, moving over towards it. "You shouldn't have to move that stuff, I'll sort that out."
With that she scooped up as much of the contents of the draw as she could, including the sticky pair of panties that I had just cum in which were now perched right at the top of the pile, practically under her nose.
I now had a look of panic on my face. As she turned to head out of the door she paused. She gave a little sniff and looked down at the panties. She turned and stared directly at me for a couple of seconds. It wouldn't take that long to make a connection between the damp smell of cum emanating from her panties and her son-in-law looking flustered in front of her. I suspected she was about to explode with anger and I was mentally readying my defence (erm, I thought they were her daughter's?? Or something equally as weak?)
"Actually," she said calmly, "these aren't ones I wear much anymore which is why I had them in the bottom draw."
She put her nose into them, stopping just short of my cum stain, and gave them a longer, deeper sniff, very briefly closing her eyes as if to try and place the smell. She was toying with me.
She opened her eyes and stared at me again. "They probably need a bit of a wash, they seem a little, a little fusty."
She smiled, turned and went to leave the room but turned at the door to inform me: "I'll keep them in my room, in the bottom of my chest of drawers."
There was a long pause.
She added: "you know, in case you ever need to find them again."
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