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This is a story of fucking my sexy mother-in-law which happened 20 years ago. I am Ravi, a 43 years young stud.

This was when I got a job as an assistant in the revenue department in the collectorate. I was attached to a 24-hour special cell. Not far from my office was a women’s college. So I did get to see many beautiful girls and made a few acquaintances.

This was the time my family told of a proposal from the very same college. The girl was a first-year student, daughter of a Gulf-based offshore rig worker. I saw the girl (my wife), and she was beautiful enough for me. So we went for the customary formal meeting between my wife and her parents with me and mine.

Now, I am a guy who has had many sexual experiences right from my age of 19 till that point of 24 years (pretty young to get married, but a government job for security). My sexual partners included many married cousins, aunts, neighbors, landladies, etc.

I have a gift to read the intention of the woman as soon as I see her. I have an innocent face and look younger than my age, barring my white beard (hair is still pitch black). I have an above-average physique. All this makes a heady mix, and I end up with the woman in bed if she’s a willing partner.

So we went for the ceremonial meeting. My wife, mother, and a couple of her relatives, including her maternal uncle, aunt, and cousin, were present. What my eyes pop out was the striking resemblance between my wife and her mother.

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They looked like twins. I was staring at her. She was a bit more curved than my wife and had that sexy look about her. In fact, I fell in love with her the very instant I saw her. Chemistry ran between us, and we exchanged glances that confirmed the deal.

So the marriage was fixed, and I had 4 months to romance my wife with a license. The engagement was solemnized, and I started picking her up, visiting her house on one pretext or another. Normally her father was away, and the two ladies lived near her maternal home next compound.

The house was a very peaceful area. The intimacy between my mother-in-law and me grew. She slowly opened up with me. I have that knack for being very intimate with the ladies I get along with. Whether they are my colleagues or otherwise.

During my posting in the collectorate cell, I would get one day off after one day’s full duty. Almost every alternate day, I would spend some time with my wife, even give her tuitions. Then I would get into the kitchen to give a helping hand to her mother.

In short, we were a family. I would, however, keep away when her father visited them once in six months. So one afternoon, I was sitting with my mother-in-law watching TV. My wife did not reach home as she had her lab exams. Generally, the front door used to be kept open.

But my mother-in-law closed the door, saying that the summer was too hot. I was sitting on a sofa. My mother-in-law brought some garlic to peel and sat on the ground. As soon as she had closed the door, my heart went racing. The dark ambiance of the room with curtains drawn was sensuous.

She came back with garlic and sat down with her nightie pulled up to her knees. I could see her inner thighs, and she invited me with her eyes. I offered to help her and went to sit near her and accidentally touched her legs with mine.

She started a conversation that slipped into her sexual needs and that she was not satisfied with it. She was married off when she was just 19 and had given birth to my wife a year later. She was just 37 then. She had a couple of abortions trying for a second child.

I lost no time and slid my hands between her soft thighs. She closed them, squeezing my hands.