Hello there! My name is Linda and it’s such a welcome relief that there are more and more lady writers submitting to Watchersweb. I’ve been reading through a lot of manly fantasies for a while but lately I’ve seen some females really getting open and vulnerable with their stories. I now feel much more comfortable sharing with y’all so here goes.

For quite some time now there are feelings inside of me that I did not know how to act on. Strange but having read some stories here I’m feeling a bit more at home with the fact. As you know I’m turning 53 in a couple of weeks and this feeling has been inside of me for a good part of two decades already.

If you must imagine I’m 5’6” slender size 6 figure with 36B tits and a well toned body. You’d be surprised to know that I am married and have had 5 beautiful children. The first when I was in my early 20s and the last one in my late 30s. You’d be safe to assume that my husband enjoys sex with me and I do my duties to return the favor as a loving wife. My husband knocked me up months before college graduation and I married him immediately after to avoid the shame of a baby out of wedlock. Our marriage turned out fine and we’re still together after all these years.

My tits are still firm like the day they bestowed themselves on me and my daughters have all grown to share my slender and sexy figure. The only signs of my age would be some stretch marks from my 5 pregnancies but lest my husband nobody else has seen my pooch. He constantly tells me the marks are sexy but who else is to judge.

Now I must say that I’m a devout Catholic. Long Live Pope Francis I. I was raised by pious parents and have gone through my entire life in Catholic institutions. My parents were strict and while the school uniform allowed for skirts they rode all the way down to 3 inches below the knee. Nevertheless my mother always bought me the standard cotton white panties and forced me to wear what now resembles those cheerleading hot pants so, she claims, boys cannot peak under my skirt. I’m guessing this is one of those traditions that caused this stirring feeling inside of me all these years.

I never had a steady boyfriend other than my husband now. I’ve fooled around with a couple of boys in high school but all they got to was second base (hands on my breasts). It was interesting because whenever these boys got to massage my breasts there is this warming feeling I got on my pussy which I innocently thought before as pee but now realize to be cum. I would immediately rush home and change underwear because they became soaked.

Sorry for taking such a long time to tell my story but please tell me if the feelings that I have inside me are wrong: I think I like my daughter’s husband. Ever since my daughter introduce him to me almost 2 decades ago I could not help but imagine what my daughter must be experiencing without him.

That soaking and warm feeling in my pussy? Yeah! It happened when he shook my hand for the first time.

But being the Catholic mother that I am I could not afford to sin much lest tempt away my daughter’s husband. I kept this feeling inside of me during their courtship all the way until their wedding. All I could do to express my feelings was to dress really nicely (not slutty) whenever he was around. A nice pencil skirt or Sunday dress with heavily padded bra to accentuate my tender breasts. He was always polite and a real gentleman around me and my daughter but he always gave me the tingles whenever he pecked me on the cheek as he held my waist to pull me in closer. Off to the bathroom I would disappear to change out of my soaked panties was my routine whenever he was around.

When my daughter moved out of state she made it a point to send me airfare to come visit her and the grandkids during long breaks. With my husband busy running the family business I took this opportunity to see my daughter and my son-in-law.

On my visit 2 years ago I sensed that my son-in-law has started to really warm up to me. He was more touchy feely. He seemed to enjoy when I was around and always joked and ended up hugging each other a lot. I loved it but hated the fact that I did not bring enough pairs of panties to change out of.

After getting back from last year’s trip while sorting through my laundry I noticed that I was missing some of my more sensual pairs. Missing one I would have put off as misplacing them but missing three made me think. I know my husband is no longer interested in my that much so that thought that got me going was that my son-in-law had stolen them. God! I came just thinking that!

Fast forward to last summer I again visited them. They lived in Texas which was miserable in the summer as the heat and humidity just made it unbearable. Again, my son-in-law was the same joyous and engaging self from the year before. Hugs. Touchy. Feely. But this time around I decided to play along. Hey, who’s to judge, right? Not getting much sexual action back home apart from some some rubbing down there while in the shower has really gotten me worked up. This is when I started getting torn between my conservative upbringing and this sexual heat inside of me since puberty.

I took the opportunity to dress well for the summer. Tight fitting shirts and leggy shorts when I went out for a run and high-cut bathing suit when we laid by the pool. Sometimes when we drove around town I would convince my daughter to allow me to ride shotgun where I wore a much shorter skirt and would find myself fidgeting my legs open and close to tease him. A couple of times he stole glances as he shifted gears but none too long to notice.

This one time I was about to head out for a run he called out to wait for him and he joined me. Since he ran longer than I did we went through the track in opposite directions so we’d pass each other every round. For whatever happened in the middle of my run my legs started to cramp and I came hobbling through a quick stop. I saw him race quickly to my side and checked on how I am.

Realizing I was cramping he guided me down slowly on the infield and asked me to stretch the affected leg out as he held onto it to relieve the pain. I was wearing a really short skort in bright blue that day and I could not help but notice how his eyes were alternating between my thighs and my crotch. It made me a bit nervous because I was getting turned on with just him holding my foot and calf and I sensed my pussy getting wet, really wet. I was praying hard that it would not stain through the crotch of my skort else be it an embarrassing thing.

We made it home. Such a treat for me as he held me by the waist the short mile home. I loved the smell of his sweat mixed with his masculine perfume. Made me what to tear him apart on the walk home.

Now my hormones (or whatever’s left of it) are raging. I was starting to think that either my son-in-law was flirting with me or I was just thinking this on my own. I ended up taking a hot shower after peeling my cum-crusted panty off my drenched pussy. Since we’re all family I simply tossed it onto the hamper pile without much thought. BUT the next morning as I went to pee I noticed the hamper in a sort of disarray and my panties no longer on top. I scoured deeper but as i grabbed it felt a slippery liquidy feeling that has eluded me for years now. Cum! My heart raced as I opened the crotch area to see it filled with cum. Fresh. Mixed in with mine. Now with my daughter and granddaughter as the only ones in the house it was obvious who can produce this. I had cold sweats. I did not know how to feel. Horny? Embarrassed? Guilty? Sinful?

I let it go and tried to pretend that was just a figment of my imagination. But I kept asking myself how could cum accidentally get on my panty’s crotch area? And so much of it!

Thoughts kept racing in my mind until I fell asleep that night. It was a warm but nice night so I decided to sleep in my shorts and a cami. I’m guessing that as the night wore on I just felt hot so I ended up on top of the sheets. As I was tumbling around I noticed a figure on the doorway that started to walk closer to my bedside. I pretended to be asleep but I knew it was my son-in-law. I wanted to know what he was going to do so I peaked very carefully. He brought his face to my neck and sniffed. He then proceeded to go down my entire body inhaling deeply but quietly. My heart was pounding and I almost lost it when he stopped at the crotch area and spent time there.

I decided to jolt my legs a bit and it kinda scared him a bit but as I calmed down he became bolder and took his cock out of his PJs. He started to stroke it gently. I decided to play along so I pretended to again shift in my sleep, scratch my neck area but pretend to yank my cami down to expose my tits. That’s when his masturbating became furious and in a matter of seconds he started to cum in streams. One actually landed on my arm. He took a Kleenex to clean himself and then me and scrambled out of my room.

When he was gone I licked my arm where his cum landed and my hand found its way to my crotch and started rubbing. I was drenched as quickly as he came and had to change panties at midnight.

The next night I really decided to up the ante; IF he decided to show up again. And like clock work he showed up when the house fell silent. The ritual remained. Sniffing me from the neck and ending on my crotch. But that night was different. I wore my duster dress to sleep. And if you knew how dresses and beds end up with it was actually that. My dress ended up, exposing my panty-clad pussy for anyone in my room to view. I knew that excited him A LOT. He was beating his cock more furiously tonight while he held his nose as close as he can.

I again wanted to mess with him so I spread my legs further apart and then pretended to scratch my pussy. Wearing a lacy panty this night I knew a lot of my pussy hair stuck out. (I forgot to tell you that I do not shave down there. My mother maintained that only sluts and prostitutes did.) I tried to furiously scratch my pussy occasionally yanking the gusset to the side and pretending to lodge the sides of the panty on my pussy lips to leave half my pussy exposed to him.

He was bolder that night. He kept masturbating. I pretended to drop my hand hand to the side of the bed to give the illusion that I was back sound asleep. I sensed him move closer to me again and brought his nose onto my pussy but this time I thought I saw him start to stick his tongue out.

Oh shit! I said to myself. He’s actually going to do it.

And the second that I felt his tongue touch my pussy lips I gripped his cock with my seemingly limp hand, spun around to face him so that he was in-between my spread-eagled legs and used my free hand to pull my panty to the side.

With thousands of guilty thoughts running in my head my horny self spoke up “Please eat me!”