My tastes have been changing for some time now, let's see, the twenty-something girls are very good, every day they are

My tastes have been changing for some time now, let's see, the twenty-something girls are very good, every day they are more suggestive and there are some slightly younger ones who, as it is commonly said, their tits come out before their teeth, and what tits, it wouldn't be the first time that I am about to hit myself with the car for getting dazed and on top of that when the warm weather arrives they don't have time to exponentially reduce the size of their clothes which makes driving even more dangerous. But to what I was going, I said that my tastes have changed, or rather you could say that now I have noticed something that I didn't see before, I don't know if it would be due to age or lack of maturity, but at 35 years old I am starting to see mature women for what they are, women. For me, my mother-in-law was that, my mother-in-law, my partner's mother, a mother, I never saw her as a sexually desirable woman, until one day I noticed her naughty comments and that from time to time, she looked at me differently, especially since one day I stayed the night at her house and the next morning we met in the hallway. Since it was summer, I had slept in short pajama pants and I wasn't wearing underwear and there I was, in the middle of the hallway stretching my entire body, which made my morning erection more than evident and there she was, leaving her room and motionless, staring at how my junk was pointing at the ceiling. As if nothing was happening, I said good morning and went into the bathroom, although I couldn't pee, seeing that my mother-in-law was looking at my cock made me aware that I still had a sexual appetite, I made my dick get even harder, so I took a shower, I didn't want to go to breakfast with the stick stiff. While I was in the shower, my partner knocked on the door and told me that she and her mother were going out to the street to do some shopping, that I should call them when I finished, I said yes and continued doing my thing while I heard the street door close. When I finished, knowing that I was alone at home, I went naked to the kitchen to have breakfast and while I was waiting for the milk to heat up, I noticed the washing machine, I stared for a while and I don't know why I ended up opening it while my heart was going a mile an hour, I didn't know why I had done it, or what I was looking for, but instantly I saw them, there they were, a pair of my mother-in-law's panties, I picked them up, I looked at them, I fingered them, I weighed by feel, the weight and the I unfolded, one was a thong and the other a normal panty, I would never have imagined my mother-in-law wearing a thong but anyway, life gives you surprises. Holding the thong up, I don't know why but I brought it up to my nose, the effect was instantaneous, my heart accelerated even more, sending all the blood in my body to my cock, it was very hard and the veins were so marked that it seemed like they were going to burst at any moment. That smell, that smell was the most delicious thing I had ever smelled, I have had my head between the legs of several women, but I have never smelled anything like it, we are in a society that smells like moisturizing cream and cologne and that has left aside body odor and pheromones, so when that mixture of smells between sweat, urine and vaginal secretions entered my nostrils I almost came. As I had two panties, I continued smelling one, while I began to shake it, wrapping my hard cock with the other, the fabric of the panties was very soft and very cool and I began to rub myself with it more, thinking that that piece of fabric had been in contact with my mother-in-law's pussy, at that moment I wanted to eat it, suck her clitoris, put my fingers in her vagina, have her eat my cock, fuck her relentlessly, but what I loved most was What was exciting was thinking about giving him oral sex, my mother-in-law is from a generation in which everything related to sex was dark, frowned upon or vicious, so I fantasized about doing everything that no one had ever done to her and giving her forbidden pleasures. Furthermore, if her panties smelled like that, smelling and tasting it directly must have been incredible. That's how I was, rubbing non-stop, when I stopped smelling and ran my tongue over the piece of cloth that was just covering the sex, thinking that just like a thong is inserted between the buttocks, this piece of cloth could have been between her vaginal lips absorbing her fluids, which perhaps she had released when she saw the silhouette of my cock pushing against the shorts. The flavor was delicious, like a good wine, better with the passage of time and thinking that somehow I had to end up tasting that wonderful clam, I squeezed my cock well and after a good shake that made my cocoon stand in the air, shiny, proclaiming that behind it there was a cock as stiff as ever, I released all my load that was left spilling out of the door of the washing machine. This is how my taste for mature women began and I hope my fantasies come true.