Chapter 7: special relationship
She put some oil on her hand and then proceeded to lubricate my dick. I felt her hand grab my dick and begin to slide it up and down on my shaft. I always jacked off dry so the oil added a wonderful sensation. I was so worked up from the movies, that it did not take long before I was telling her that I was going to cum. My body tensed up and I shot 5 or 6 ropes of cum onto the towel. The first one almost hit my chin.
I was quite vocal but it did not phase her. Elsie kept up her movements but I became too sensitive after cumming so I put my hand on hers and stopped the stroking. I looked at her and she was smiling.
She took the washcloth and cleaned all the oil off of my dick and then dried me with the back of the cum-soaked towel.
"That should make you feel better," she said.
She gathered up the wash cloth, towel and oil and returned to the bathroom.
"I will do the laundry later so that Sarah does not find this," she said.
She went into the kitchen and I heard her singing softly as she was making supper.
Tomorrow she is going to have to leave us, but I look forward to her next visit!
It was the Thanksgiving break at college. My second wife, Sarah, and I made our usual trip to her hometown to stay with her family during the holiday.
My mother-in-law was an excellent hostess and always looked forward to our visits. Her husband had been ill for several years so during my visits I always brought my tool box to fix things for her.
My mother-in-law and I had a wonderful, special relationship. In the first story, we had our first sexual encounter during the summer before this holiday. However, this visit was only for a couple of days so there was not going to be time for us to have some time alone.
During this holiday, all of the Italian relatives seemed to gather at my mother-in-law's house on Thanksgiving afternoon and evening. One of my favorite in-laws was my wife's female cousin named Phil, which was short for something... I never found out.
Phil was two years younger than my wife, so about 23. Phil was a very attractive lady but she had a leg disability requiring her to walk with a cane or crutch. She lived at home where she had her parents to help her.
This Thanksgiving evening, there was a large group of relatives with a lot of drinking and talking and not much room to move around at my in-law's house. My wonderful mother-in-law, Elsie, was a good hostess by getting people drinks and handing out finger foods.
Phil and I were stuck on a loveseat in a corner together which was alright with both of us. Neither of us like crowds very much. We talked about the usual stuff but she finally got around to talking about her car.
Actually, the car belonged to her mother and father. Phil was allowed to drive it in the evening after supper. or on weekends.
"The car lights don't work. Maybe you can fix it?" she asked.
"Describe for me how they do not work," I said.
"Sometimes they come on and sometimes they don't. Also, I can be driving and they just go off. I don't like it and it feels unsafe," she said.
"As I recall, your car has a light switch that you pull out. There are two steps where the first one turns on the parking lights, and if you pull farther, the headlights come on. Is that right?" I asked.
"That's right. Sometimes when I pull the switch out, the lights come on and other times they don't. So I push it in and pull it out again over and over till the lights work," she said. "My parents don't see it as a problem because they only drive it during the daytime."
"Interesting. Maybe we should take it for a drive so I could see it for myself? Do you have the keys?" I asked.
"No, but I will go get them from my Dad. I think I saw him in the kitchen," she said.
"I will tell my wife what we are doing. Meet you at the front door," I said.
I pushed through the crowd and found my wife talking with two middle-aged Italian ladies.
"Honey, Phil's car is having trouble with its headlights. She wants me to go for a drive with her to see if I can fix it," I said to her.
"Sure. Go ahead," my wife said and then she said to the two ladies she was with, "People are always bringing their cars to him to fix. He is very good at it."
I pushed through the crowd to the front bedroom where everyone's coat was located. I grabbed mine and headed for the front door. By the time I got there, Phil had her coat on and was holding the car keys up above her head. We walked about a block to her parents' house where the car was parked.
Phil got in the driver's side and I crawled into the passenger seat. This car was an older one that had a bench seat for a front seat instead of a pair of bucket seats. She started the car and the lights came on.
"Darn, it would work because you are here. Let's go for a drive and see if they stay on," she said.
We drove around town and talked about things that were important to Phil.
I finally asked her, "Dating anyone?"
"No. No one pays any attention to a girl with a bum leg. The guys all want to date the cute, normal girls," she said.
"You know, Phil, I think you are very good looking, better looking than my wife," I said.