My Mother-in-law's Banana

I had always wondered why elder women were attractive to me. May be they looked sex starved or they were big breasted or may be I could enjoy them without worrying about them getting pregnant. What ever the reason was, the bottom line was that I was always attracted to them and used to look starvingly at them at every opportunity. I never had an opportunity or the courage to go after them. But the one woman who attracted me most was my mother-in-law. She was shorter than my wife, slightly heavier but on the whole very attractive and sexy. She had large breasts, firmly put in place by a tight blouse and always the pallu of her saree was fully covering them, without giving me any chance to look her curves. In the initial days of my marriage with her daughter, she almost hated me because of my middle level income, compared to her jet-setting first son-in-law. Later, she realized the love and comfort with which her daughter lived with me and slowly came to accept me. Of late, she used to talk to me well and I could some times detect a touch of attraction towards me, could be my imagination what with all my fantasies about making love to her. With this new equation ( imagination), I used to take every opportunity to visit their house with my wife and watch her wide swinging hips and protruding breasts from the edge of my eyes.

Recently, it so happened that my father-in-law wanted to visit a nearby town, for a couple of days, on property matter and my wife and MIL were to accompany him. At the last moment, my MIL decided to drop her going on the trip claiming that she had joint pain. I took my wife and FIL and dropped them at the bus stand by 6 pm. On the way my wife told me that my MIL had asked her to tell me that any time I wanted I could call upon her for food. Though this was music to my ears and potential feast to my eyes, I decided not to go there as I was not confident of restraining my visual impulses while alone with my MIL. As soon as I reached my home, the telephone rang and my MIL was on the phone. She asked whether I had anything to eat that night. I told her that my wife had prepared food in the morning and that would be enough. She was not prepared to take that for an answer and insisted that I go to their house straight-away as she had just prepared fresh food. Telling my mind to control sexual urges and limit my visual curiosities, I reached their place, which was just a couple of miles from my house.

MIL opened the door with a smile and called me in. She was wearing a dark blue saree perfectly matching her light brown skin colour and a tight dark blue blouse. I went and sat in the TV room and she brought a glass of water and offered me. I was surprised to see that the pallu of her saree was not fully closed as usual. As she bent down to offer the glass, I could see the V of her blouse and a little part of two bulging brown balloons of her smooth breasts. My imagination went wild and a sudden surge of blood in my lower part made my tool elongate straight and bulge against my zip. I just hid my emotions and enjoyed the moment full and returned the glass after gulping down water. I thanked my providence as she had not seen any of the internal struggles and resumed my TV watching. For some reason, she asked me whether I need more and getting no for an answere smiled sweetly, as though to tell me she understood my crush for her.

The dinner was ready and we both sat on the table and enjoyed the great food she made as always. I took calculated risks, in between, to look at her pallu which was covering her large breasts. Once, she just caught me at the act, and on an impulse to divert her, I said " Your saree is very nice and suits you, is it 
new ?". She was pleased at my observation and said "Yes, only a couple of days back I purchased it". I said "it looks really nice on you" and then left the topic there and finished my meal. She looked tauntingly at me and I was surprised when her feet touched my feet below the table. Though taken aback, I owned the responsibility and said sorry and left the table. While watching the TV, I saw her coming with a tray in hand with two bananas. She bent slightly towards me and offered them. This time the view of her V cut was ample and I had an amazingly long look at her big, firm breasts, just waiting to bulge out. With great difficulty, I controlled my urge and exploding bulge of my pants and just took one of the bananas. Her large brown eyes looked at me and said smilingly "both are for you only ". I took the other one mechanically and asked an innocent question " what about you, you do not take banana?". She gave a mischievous smile and said " i do not like this kind of banana". As a fool I asked "which type you like, the small ones of coastal region". Her answer stunned me "No, the large ones which resemble the kerala type, but I like them hard and a bit hot". Saying that she smiled coyly at me and went inside, looking back again and again. I was totally zapped at her outright remark, my tool had grown long & thick and literally dancing with anticipation, and I was still unsure of how to tackle the situation, when she came back. She said "You liked my blue saree. Come inside, I will show you the other new ones". As I got up mechanically to follow her, she said "by the way close the front door properly, it is too windy here". I obeyed and closed the front door and went inside the house and into the kitchen. She was not there and searching I found her bedroom door slightly closed. Hesitatingly I tapped on the door, and she said " come right in". I opened the door and stepped inside. Inside the room was dark with only a small bulb at one corner throwing light and there was a full length mirror and a small table below it. My MIL was standing near that with a smile on her parted lips and asked me to come near to see the sarees. As I went near her, her arm touched and held mine sending electric shocks through my body and she said " which colour you like most?". My head was just reeling at the situation and I mechanically pointed to a red saree with a lot of designs on it and said "this looks just fine". "you mean it looks nice on me" she asked and I agreed. "would you like me to wear this and show you". I said "no, not required, blue saree is quite nice". Then she asked a direct question "you liked my blue saree or the blue blouse or the bulge inside that ?" and so saying she removed her pallu and let it drop to the ground. My eyes just ogled at two large bulges insdie her blouse. She said " if you want to look from the back, you can do so" and so saying she turned towards the mirror letting me the view from the back. 

I could control it no longer and by now fully realized what it was she was offering. The fantasies of all my years lay open before me and her bulging breasts on the mirror were beckoning me. I love to take my woman from the back and she was just giving this as though she knew it. Slowly, i took my hands out and placed my palms on her middle and started squeezing her and pulled her close to me from behind. She purred and turned her head with eyes blazing and asked "how long you take to understand my desires ?". Her thick parted lips were beckoning and with no answer ready with me to her question, I surged forward and pressed my lips fully on hers, hard. Her whole body shivered at my hard kiss and she clung to me hard. My hands encircled her tummy and i raised them just below the bulging breasts making them almost jet out, while still keeping my lips tight on her lips and started sucking them. I don't know how long i kissed her and finally when i let her go, she looked fully satisfied with her peacefully closed eyes slowly parting and said