Did you watch the pics and touch yourself, Steven?”

“So, Steven, how come you have these highly sexual photos of your wife on your mobile?” My mother-in-law, Mabel, asked me straight away, locking eyes with me, as we were seated on the porch daybed.

“Lola was doing some kind of upload on her laptop wrong and sent it to me by accident through Bluetooth. Only the first four sexy pics were meant for me. I guess I forgot to delete them.”

“Riiight. And of course, you forgot to delete them; you wouldn’t watch them secretly, right?

I blushed and quickly looked at my feet, but I knew my mother-in-law had seen my red face anyway.

“You didn’t watch the pics and touch yourself, Steven?”

I didn’t answer.

“Did you touch yourself, Steven? She asked again, insistently.

“I nodded, looking at my feet.

“OK. I think now is the time you show me your penis. I have a feeling I already know the answer, but I want to make sure. You don’t mind showing your mother-in-law your little willy, am I right, Steven?”

“You promise to find a way to get my wife back?”

“I will do my best; you are, after all, still my son-in-law.”

“OK. I replied, stood up and lowered my pants and trunks, showing her my glorious dick.

“Oh my!” Mabel shouted. “Oh my.”

I smiled. Whenever she was positively surprised, she always said, “Oh my.”

But her next answer was not what I expected at all.

“Forget the tape, Steven; no need," Mabel said instead.

She was silent for a couple of minutes until she looked up at me again. I still had my pants down and wanted to pull them up again, but her hand stopped me from doing so. "Let's see if I can do something else, Steven.” My mother-in-law pulled her blonde hair back, and after twisting it she secured it into a circular shape, making her hair into a conservative bun.

“Sit down again on the daybed, next to me.” Mabel tapped with her hand besides her.

I did, my pants still down.

“Let your old mommy-in-law give you a little treat.” As she removed her top for me, showing me her braless tits. I knew she had them done, but seeing them naked, for real, made my penis twitch a couple of times. They were a beautiful pair of very hard, big plastic tits, and I was sure that even if she were lying on her back, they would still point straight upwards.

She leant with her red lips towards my flaccid penis, opening her mouth on me and taking my willy entirely inside her. Her skilled tongue quickly made me rock-hard. She must have sucked more than one cock in her life.

I saw her cheeks cave in on my dick from the sucking, and the sight was truly way too erotic for me. Within the first minute of being hard inside her moist mouth, my balls quickly released all my cum into my mommy-in-law's sweet little sucking mouth, flooding it entirely, cum quickly flowing out over her married lips onto her chin. My mother-in-law was stunned how fast I came, and Mabel tried in vain to swallow it all, but her efforts were futile, more cum quickly leaking out of her full mouth onto her chin and titties.

The moment she finally finished swallowing all the cum which had landed in her mouth, I heard another, “Oh my. You have enough tasty cum for two!”

“Steven, be a doll, and bring me a juice, please; I need to rinse away that salty taste of yours. And my toothbrush. I think I have some little cum clumps of yours between my teeth.”

I quickly pulled up my pants and did as she wanted. Not every day you get a blowjob from your mommy-in-law. As I brought everything to Mabel, I could see she was already trying to get rid of those clumps with the tip of her tongue.

Once she had cleaned her mouth, she let out a sweet little cum burp.

"Oops," she cooed, smiling at me. “It was a bit much, Steven, but that is a good thing.”

I smiled, feeling proud.

“Can you smell your cum on my breath?”

I leant in, and as she exhaled, I could clearly smell a musky tone with a faint salty background.

“Yes, I can.”

“Well Steven, a horny pussy emits the same smell. You should know this. From now on, as your personal coach, whenever your wife's pussy smells like that, she is horny. Don’t ask her for permission. Don’t wait. Undress her and be the man. And eat her out.”

“Just like that?” I asked.

“Just like that. Be the man of the house. She will be much wetter than usual, but you just ignore it and empty that soppy pussy.”

“Cool! I will, Mabel! Thank you so much for helping me reclaim my wife!”

“And remember some clear signs too. The moment you see my daughter with a nice glow on her face, that will be your sign to go down on her. Her face will be with a visibly radiant or flushed look.”

“OK!”

“Other signs might be messed-up hair or smeared lipstick and perhaps ripped clothes, like a button missing or a tear in the fabric. Or coming back from a late meeting. That is your sign to eat her out.”

“Cool. Good to know!” I replied.

“Let’s take a break before we do the second test I have in mind.”

Test? I thought. Is she testing me? For my wife to come back? To win her back and reclaim her?

“Go grab me your wife's laptop; it is still here, right?”

“Yes, I think so; give me a minute. "And I walked to our study. The laptop was still there, and I brought it to Mabel, including a mouse and a mousepad. I didn’t know if she needed it, but I am quicker with a mouse instead of using the touchpad. I quickly found out that Mabel had very skilled fingers, and she didn’t need a mouse at all. I never saw an index and middle finger move so fast and accurate over that small pad area, issuing the right commands effortlessly.

“Let’s have a look here where those sexy pictures came from.”

I guess with sexy she meant those old, highly explicit sexual photos of my wife getting drilled and cummed inside her pussy by strangers.

At first, we didn’t find anything. I kept looking over her shoulder but saw nothing special. As I wanted to point out something on the laptop screen, my hand accidentally bumped against Mabel’s elbow, and she clicked on something, somewhere, suddenly showing us a hidden folder. As Mabel clicked on it, within that folder we found 139 sub-folders, all with dates.

All those sub-folders had dates and names, such as "Jason-Xmas-Party", “Cruise-ship-Pool” and “Office-Meeting”.

“Here! That is the Xmas party folder. Aren't those the kissing pics?” Mabel cried excitedly, "Let's have a look, shall we, Steven? Do you want to see them, Steven?” Her tone was somehow mocking me.

“Sure. My wife has nothing to hide.”

Mabel knowingly smiled at me and clicked on the first photo.

"You are so right, Steven; she doesn’t hide much here," Mabel chuckled. “I can clearly see how well-shaven your wife's cunt is as she takes Jason's fat cock deep inside her from behind. Not a single hair on that cheating cunt.”

I looked at the photo, and to my horror, I felt my penis get hard. Mabel noticed my hardness right away, starting to caress my upper thigh with her soft hand and whispered, “What a nice Xmas party your wife had. You must be proud of her.”

Ignoring my possible answer, she now opened the oldest folder, and we found pictures of my wife doing all kinds of stripping and sexual acts with a guy, but we couldn’t see his face. But that must be her college past, I guessed.

Mabel went back one click to see the date of the sub-folder again.

“Does that folder date mean anything to you, my sweet little Steven?” My mommy-in-law purred, looking at me straight in the eyes, with a malicious smile.

“Not really. Must be college?” I replied.

“Really?” She replied with a mocking tone. "Let's see, that was like when you first met her?”

“You mean 5 months ago?”

“Yes.”

“Can’t be," I replied.

“And look, Steven.” All these older months have 5 folders per week; the dates are all on working days. But from this specific date on, after your cruise, it is six days a week.”

“Yes, so?”

'My mother-in-law grinned at me before she answered. “Didn’t you start working on Saturdays too, after your cruise?”

“Yes. I guess my wife had more spare time with me being out of the house to organise things."

"Let's see and open another folder to check what she likes to organise."

I went silent as I saw the picture.

“Oh my, look how she organises that big cock inside her back-office, Steven. She really has some organising talent, if you ask me. Here is another one. Did you see that? Your wife took that fat cock nicely inside her her brown tunnel!”

I stayed silent, not knowing what to do or say.

“And these are the photos we know of, Steven.“

“What do you mean by that?“

“These photos are no selfies Steven, you know this.“

I nodded silently.

“Whoever was taking those photos at the beginning of each photo set, always joined then, once it got too hot to handle, Steven. There barely any pictures of your wife being cummed full.“

Silence.

“Steven?” she cooed. “It is time for test number 2. Why don’t you eat out your mommy-in-law?” Looking me straight in the eyes, Mabel slowly spread her legs on the daybed; she wore no underwear at all and was quickly showing me her naked pussy.

“Do your best, my dear son-in-law.”

To be continued.