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Crazy Lenny: Adventures of Edet & MIL (18+)

“Good night Edet, I love you.”

“I love you too darling” Edet replied as she shut the door to the bedroom he shared with his wife Folake. He waited until he was going down the stairs before he sighed loudly. It was only 8 o’clock but Folake had collapsed into bed exhausted again, as she had for the past year. She wasn’t seriously ill, but just limited in what she was able to do.

Edet was very supportive but it was stressful to keep a household in running order. It also meant that Edet’s sex life for the past year had consisted entirely of him and his right hand. As fun as that was, it obviously would never come close to the sex he and Folake enjoyed.

Just thinking about some of their past escapades was enough to make him ready to burst his trousers.

He quickly took care of his physical need but the emotional need remained. He needed to feel his wife’s skin, feel her naked body against his, feel the warm silkiness of her vagina as he slowly thrust in and out of her as they stared into each other’s eyes. He needed that connection, that closeness and its absence was starting to affect him in his everyday life.

Later he wrapped his arms around his wife’s sleeping form and tried to convince himself that that contact was enough for him. Sometimes he felt guilty because his Folake was battling an illness, and he was concerned about sex.

The next day at work he found himself in a deep panic after an unusually difficult night. He was snappy, forgetful and generally a mess. The one bright spot was his mother in law, Kemi who worked in the same building. He never missed an opportunity to go and visit her.

She was a lovely woman, always bright and cheerful, which was a complete contrast to the increasing gloom surrounding Edet.

Instead of their normal banter, Kemi got right to the point.

“Are you okay, Edet?”

Edet just looked at the ground and mumbled. “Yes”

“No you’re not. You look like a mess. Please, will you tell me what’s wrong?” she asked imploringly.

Edet sighed, thought “what the hell”, and soon found himself pouring out the stress of the past year.

“What can I do for you? You know I will do anything for you or Folake.”

Not anything flashed Edet’s mind, you won’t give me the blow I need. He felt a tinge of shame because he had been attracted to his mother in law for a long time, and increasingly he found she was the object of his masturbation fantasies.

“No Kemi, you can’t help me with this.”

“I can always try if you just tell me what it is. I promise you will feel better if you do”

He just stood, silent and uncomfortable until Kemi’s face flashed in surprise as she understood what he was talking about.

“Oh, yes, well, no of course I can’t help you with that,” she said quickly.

Despite the awkward conclusion to their conversation Edet slipped away feeling a little bit buoyed by their conversation. It felt good to get some of that off his chest. At the same time, he was starting to feel a bit guilty about lusting over his wife’s mother.

The rest of the day was fairly uneventful until he got home and Folake called out to him.

“Honey, mom called and she said that she needs you to come over tonight.”

“Oh, what does she need me to do?”

“I dunno. She didn’t say. She just wants you to come over around 8.”

Edet drove to Kemi’s home wondering what was going on. Her husband Albert could take care of most things, so what did she need him for? She hadn’t even told him to bring tools.

“Hi Kemi, I’m here” Edet called as he stepped in and turned to close the door behind him.

“I’m glad you’re here honey,” Kemi said softly as he locked the door.

He turned to face the stairs and at the top found a vision waiting for him that he had never imagined he would ever see.

His mother in law was standing at the top of the stairs. She was wearing red lipstick and dark eye shadow and her black hair cascaded in soft waves over her shoulders.

Kemi was clad in a sheer black lace baby doll that was loosely secured by a large bow between her bountiful breasts before cascading over a soft tummy and ended just below her heart-shaped butt.

She wore sheer black panties that did nothing to hide the shadow of her full pubic triangle. Her long legs were encased in back thigh high stockings and black heels covered her feet. Edet could see the stiff buds of her nipples tenting the thin fabric of her baby doll. He took a deep breath and blinked, but he knew it wasn’t a dream because his heart was pounding too hard.

“Do you like this outfit?” Kemi asked innocently as if she was modelling a new dress.

“Ahm, it’s very nice. I’m sure Albert will love it.”

“It’s not for Albert. It’s for you, honey. Do you want to come up and see it?”

“Ahm, oh my, well Kemi, ahm, oh my. I don’t think…Folake…you know…” he managed to stutter.

“It’s okay honey” she cooed as she extended her hand for him to come up the stairs to her “She already knows. In fact, it was her idea.”

“She what… Her idea?” Edet sputtered as he tried to imagine that conversation between mother and daughter and processed what was going on.

Still not really comprehending, He took her hand, and she led him up the stairs. When he was close enough Kemi threw her arms around him and kissed him softly but passionately.

He was still thinking about this being Folake’s idea but his thoughts trailed off as he felt Kemi’s soft lips against his, felt her darting tongue as she explored his lips and mouth, her hands on his back.

He in turn savoured the feel of the soft face on her smooth skin, the softness of her hair, the smell of the perfume.

Finally, they broke the kiss and Kemi looked at him pleadingly, almost tearfully.

“Please let me do this for you, honey. Folake asked me months ago to do this because she was terrified you would find someone else and have an affair. She said it didn’t feel like cheating if you were with me. Do you remember that terrible fight we had where we didn’t talk for a month?”

Edet nodded. It had been so hard on Folake, much more so than any other time she fought with her mother. Now he understood why.

“I said some terrible things to her and called her some horrible names that I will always regret. All because she wanted to make sure you were happy. And when I saw you today, something broke inside of me. I called up Folake and told her that I would do it, that I would take care of you. Will you let me do this for you? Please?” she asked in a pleading tone that was turning Edet’s insides into jello.

“Where’s Albert?” Edet asked shakily

“He’s out of town on business tonight, so it’s just us,” she whispered as Edet’s last escape and the last obstacle disappeared. Am I really doing this, he asked himself. Yes you are, came the answering reply from his pants. Kemi held out her hand again.

He hesitated before he took his mother in law’s hand and followed her through the house to a spare bedroom.

Edet was entranced at the scene before him. The room was lit by the flickering light of dozens of candles, sweetly scented from incense and filled with soft music. It was a perfect romantic retreat. He thought he would have been happy with his mother in law giving him a blowjob in the back seat of his car but he was thrilled Kemi had gone to such lengths to make him happy.

Kemi looked almost embarrassed. “I didn’t know how this would go, so I wanted to put you at ease. I wanted you to be happy. Even if you wanted to just sit and talk, that would be okay.”

She regretted saying that immediately because she wanted to do more than spent the night talking. She was doing this for Folake of course but she was also doing this for herself because she had wanted this for a very long time.

She was ashamed of that and would never consider hurting her daughter by having an affair with her husband. Please kiss me she thought, as she willed Edet to kiss her

“I am,” he said as he bent and kissed his mother in law gently on the lips. They kissed for a few minutes as their hands roamed each other’s bodies.

Kemi moaned into his mouth as she felt his hard cock through his trousers.

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