- “Vitya, how are you not ashamed? What time does your work end at five? How many now, ten? Sveta will come and find out that you were hanging around the women, she will divorce you, do not you know her? Or is it so unbearable to wait another week? ”- Galina Petrovna, who arrived yesterday, my beloved mother-in-law, was accusing me in the kitchen at the table, when I was“ a little late ”after work, slightly drank to go home.
His wife, Svetlana, had been treated at the sanatorium for two weeks and, at her request, the mother-in-law came to us for a couple of days to tidy up a little the household, which really was without a “female hand” during this time, was thoroughly launched.

I opened the kitchen cabinet and drew out my “stash” - half a bottle of vodka.
- “It continues ... well, take at least something to eat, Vitya. “- the mother-in-law got up, walked over to the refrigerator and opened it, bent over the bottom shelf behind a plate of chops, showing her legs almost to her underpants.
She had completely forgotten that my wife’s short robe was on her, and now, apparently feeling the drunken gaze of the son-in-law drilling at her “fifth point”, she quickly straightened up and turned to the table as if from a shot in the ass.

“Well, if you can help Galina Petrovna with this, then I probably will be coming home and on time ...” - the mother-in-law did not immediately understand the meaning of what she heard, continued to calmly cut the bread, but when she finally realized that she “blurted out” her drunk son-in-law, Suddenly she froze with a knife in her hand, and pink spots appeared on her face.

- "Vitya ... you did not say anything, but I did not hear anything." “- for some reason she went into a whisper and at the same time tried not to look into my eyes.

She was 42 years old, the heyday of female sexuality, and with this she clearly had problems, because a woman at her age would not just blush like a girl at the mere mention of sex.

Slender, youthful, of course, she was very much in need now of a man’s caress, and her father-in-law obviously could not cope with her “duties” at all. Well, the usual story ...

In order not to escalate the situation, I drank another hundred grams, ate a cold cutlet and got up from the table.
- “I will go to bed probably ...” - in our one-room apartment, apart from the bed, there was also a sofa, so the bed was provided for the time by the mother-in-law, and I had to sleep on it opposite. (Porn stories) Closing my eyes, I was lying and listening as Galina Petrovna first rattled the bucket in the bathroom while drawing water into it, and then rustled with a rag in the kitchen on the floor. After a while, everything calmed down and soon she, with a bucket in her hand, went into the room to wash here. Seeing her, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep ...

First, a rag crawled somewhere in the far corner, then it began to come closer and closer, and when the sound was very close, I again slightly opened my eyelids and saw smooth smooth hair and flashing white panties moving in the same way as in a dance.
My hand reached out and stroked them on the inner thighs ...

Galina Petrovna jerked and rose straight to me. She looked at me with a kindly pleading look in which one could read: “Well, what are you doing, I can't stand it now!” And lightly slapping the hand that was caressing her with a wet rag, without a single word, stepped to the side. Taking a bucket and a rag, mother-in-law clicked the switch and left the room into the corridor.

There are many different “force fields” - “magnetic field”, “electric field”, etc., but at this moment I discovered another kind of it - “sexual field”, which now covered the whole apartment and its intensity just went beyond an emergency tag. The radiation source was somewhere very close and my highly raised “antenna” was well aware of how it moves somewhere in the corridor and kitchen area.

****
In the middle of the night I woke up and forced my bladder to rise from the sofa, which was full and demanded to “take” it to the toilet.
Having smoked in the kitchen and looking at the clock that showed two in the morning, I put out a cigarette, turned off the light and went back to the room to go to bed again, but before reaching my bed I suddenly heard a stir and sigh near the opposite wall where my mother-in-law was sleeping. And then again the sound of the body turning and again sigh.
I changed the direction, went to the bed and bent over her in the twilight looking at the lying female figure, who suddenly began to move away from the edge, making room for me next to me. The last thing I saw consciously was a nightgown hem that was rising up ...

Our bodies instinctively and unmistakably found one one, and then everything happened only by the call of nature, without the participation of reason. The bed creaked softly, then a few minutes later the creaking began to intensify and ... we froze with bated breath, “listening” to the mysterious and silent “dialogue” hidden under the blanket, in which the woman gently and rhythmically clutching the man in herself, thanked him for letting the magic mixture into it and delivering relief.

- "... Vitenka, go to your couch ... no need, keep quiet" - these were the only words spoken out loud all night.
Galina Petrovna lowered the hem of her nightie and pulled the blanket over herself, hiding herself with her head. After that, without objection, I got out of bed, went back to the sofa, and immediately fell asleep in a dead man’s sleep.

When I woke up around seven in the morning, glancing at the opposite side of the room, where I was still hiding with my head, I continued to sleep (or not sleep), Galina Petrovna, began to quickly get ready for work. Then all day until five o'clock I worried and thought about how I would come home and that we and the mother-in-law would talk to each other, but after returning from work, I did not find her in the apartment. On the stove there was still a hot pan of my favorite borsch, and on the table was a large, towel-covered plate of pies.

****
A week later, the freshened wife returned from the sanatorium and life went week after week in its turn.
After a couple of months, Sveta’s wife came to visit her parents for a weekend, and when she returned on Sunday evening, before she could put the bag in, she blurted out:

- “Vit, and you know that my mother taught, no? Instead of grandchildren, I decided to nurse my own — she is pregnant! ... Well, Dad, well done! ”