Recently my mother-in-law got transferred back to our hometown. She had previously been living in Seattle, which is clear across the country. Being the only man in the family, I was volunteered to fly out, help her pack and drive the U-Haul back home. So, I reluctantly took a week's vacation from work and went out to help her.

I arrived in Seattle late Saturday evening. We had dinner and planned our strategy for the next couple days of packing. Being jet-lagged from my flight, I settled into the spare bedroom and went to bed early. We spent all day Sunday moving the bigger stuff onto the U-Haul and by evening we were exhausted.

Since we were ahead of schedule, we decided to go out to eat and relax the rest of the evening so that we would be fresh for another day of packing. On the way home from dinner, Mary Anne had me stop at a convenience store and she came out with a case of beer. She got back in the car and smiled over at me. "I feel like getting drunk tonight, how about you? It's been a long time since I have had someone to drink with."

I smiled back, showing my approval. "Sounds like a plan to me."

When we got back to her house I sat on the couch and opened a beer. Since we had already loaded the television, Mary Anne turned on a portable radio and started down the hallway. "I'll be right back." She said, "I need to get into something more comfortable. Make yourself at home."

A few minutes later, Mary Anne came out of her bedroom wearing a white T- shirt and matching sweat pants. She had her sandy brown hair tied back behind her head and I had never before noticed how attractive my mother-in-law was. Through the thin fabric of her T-shirt I could see the outline of her nipples and could tell that she had taken off her bra. She went into the kitchen and came back with a couple of beers and sat beside me on the couch.

She folded her bare feet comfortably between us and began casually rubbing the arch of her right foot. I could see that she took very good care of her feet. The nails were neatly trimmed and painted a dark shade of red. The heels and arches were as smooth as a woman's half her age. We talked casually as we drank beer after beer. She told me about her ex- husband, her job, and how lonely she had been living out here all by herself.

I could tell that the beer was starting to affect her, because the more she drank the more candid she became. I was beginning to feel the effects of it myself. "God, am I tired." She said, as she laid her head back and stretched her legs.

The balls of her feet were in full view as she stretched, and they landed casually on the side of my thigh. She did not attempt to move them. "My feet are killing me." She said, wiggling her toes.

I took that comment as the invitation, as I had been trying to find an excuse to touch her feet all night. "Would you like me to rub them for you?" I asked.

"Oh, please. Would you mind?" She asked, while laying her feet further up on my thigh.

"No, I wouldn't mind at all." I picked up her right foot and held it between my hands. I lightly rubbed along the top of her foot, while my other hand explored her soft arch. I couldn't believe how soft her skin was as I touched every inch of her foot. Next, I took each toe one by one and slowly rolled them between my thumb and index finger, before switching to her left foot.

Mary Anne's had her head laid back on the arm of the couch. Her eyes were closed and she slightly moaned with every movement of my hand. She took the last drink from her bottle and looked over at me. "Why don't you get us a couple more beers?" She said, shaking her bottle. "And if you don't mind, would you go into my bathroom and get that bottle of massage lotion on the middle shelf of the closet? It feels so good on my feet."

I think that she noticed when I got up that I had to make some adjustments to hide the growing hard-on in my pants. She didn't say anything about it though. I sat back on the couch facing her, handed her a beer and pulled her feet back into my lap. "Now, where were we?" I asked, as I poured some lotion into the palm of my hand and began rubbing it into the souls of her feet.

She again laid her head back and shut her eyes. As I massaged her left foot, her right foot rested right on my dick. This caused it to grow even more. I wondered if she did it on purpose, but she gave me no sign. "Wow, now, that feels better than sex." She said, as she grinned contentedly.

My hands continued to make love to her feet. I periodically slid my fingers between her toes and stroked back and forth. As I worked on her left foot, her right foot again went to my crotch. As my fingers slid between her toes, her foot began following my rhythm by rubbing my dick through the fabric of my jeans. This time I could tell it was intentional. Her eyes remained closed and she had a slight grin of pleasure on her face.

As her foot began to fondle my crotch more deliberately, I boldly lifted her foot and put her big toe into my mouth. When she felt my tongue swirling around her toes and into the cracks between them, she had a look in her eyes that I had never seen before. She was obviously as turned on as I was. Now that I could tell that she approved, I sucked each toe into my mouth one by one until I finally had all of them in my mouth. As my tongue danced along the bottom of her foot and between her toes, I could taste the peppermint lotion mixed with the saltiness of her foot. The lotion must have been edible because I had never tasted anything as good as her sweet foot. I continued to suck on her toes and lick the length of her foot all the way to her ankle as she continued to manipulate my concealed hard-on.

"Boy, you really like my feet, don't you?" She grinned, while sitting up and leaning toward me. Her hands went quickly to my zipper and pulled it down. "Now, let's just make this our little secret." She said as she reached inside my underwear and wrapped her hand around my swollen cock. "After all, I need to pay you back for the foot massage, don't I?"

I leaned back against the cushions as she exposed my hard cock. She stroked its length several times and with one fluid motion she took the entire length to the back of her throat. Her head bobbed frantically along the shaft as her tongue worked its magic on the sensitive underside. I could feel her lips come to rest on my pubic bone each time she swallowed my length. Then she would work her way back up to the head and run her tongue around it before repeating the cycle.

I had never been deep throated before, and the sensation was overwhelming. I knew that I could not hold out much longer, but I wasn't ready for this to end. Here I was, clear across the country, receiving the best blowjob of my life - from my mother-in-law! I could not believe this was happening. All of the sudden she stopped. I couldn't believe this! I was just about to cum! Was she having second thoughts now?

She grabbed the bottle of lotion and generously applied it to my dick. Then she laid back in her original position and motioned with her hand for me to turn to face her. As I repositioned myself, she wrapped her feet around my shaft and began pumping it. "I thought you might want to finish your foot massage by adding a little cream of your own. Besides, if you play your cards right, you might get to come in my mouth later."

I placed my hands on her feet and worked her arches up and down the length of my cock. As Mary Anne watched the action, she lifted her shirt and exposed her tits to me for the first time. They were about the same size as my wife's, 34B, and they complemented her flat stomach perfectly. For a 52-year- old woman, she had the body of a 30-year-old at least.

She licked her finger and rolled it around her left nipple as she continued her foot work. Watching her playing with her tits sent me over the edge and I shot my load all over her feet and between her toes. After my orgasm subsided, Mary Anne took her feet away from my deflating member and began to massage my cum into the skin of her feet. She even took some of it on her finger and rubbed it on her lips and nipples.

I leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on her big toe tasting my own cum. After I caught my breath, Mary Anne looked me in the eye and slid a hand down the front of her sweat pants saying, "So, how good are you at eating pussy?"

With all the fucking, sucking and foot play that we did over the next few days, we finally managed to get the U-Haul packed and made it back to West Virginia. Mary Anne has settled into her new house and is now a partner in a large law firm. My wife and I continue to have great sex and recently we even incorporated foot play into our own lovemaking. But from time to time, Mary Anne and I still get together and recycle our Seattle memories. My wife is none the wiser.