I suddenly realized I was rock hard. I had gone to a page full of porno. It was one of those pages that had lots of different types of porn for the choosing. I scrolled through it till I found a link MILF section. I clicked on it and entered the world of MILF pornography.
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Two hours had passed, and I was still at it. I had never realized the addictive qualities of MILF porn. I couldn’t stop. I had to consume it all. All those perfect MILFy bodies, fucking those younger men harder than they’ve ever been fucked. I viewed all kinds of rough stuff that only MILF’s could do. I had to close my computer and really take it all in. My hands were on my rock hard nine inch dick, jacking as hard as I could. Just the thought there was a perfect MILF two doors down from me drove me over the edge. I came all over myself. I came down from this, and could barely keep my eyes open. I just passed out, covered in my own juices.
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Okay, so maybe I had a bit of a MILF fetish. That’s not so bad right? It doesn’t change things. I still love my wife, and would never cheat on her. Not even if a MILF threw herself at me. It’s just a bit of a fetish. I could understand that. Maybe that’s what Dr. White was getting at. I had to own the fact that I had this fetish, so I could understand it for what it was, and keep it in its place. It would play no part in my relationship with Jenny. Dr. White knew that Gina was a MILF without even meeting her. She knew that I would have to separate the fact that I have a fetish for the exact type of woman Gina is, with the fact that she is my mother-in-law. I obviously couldn’t do anything with her. I had to keep my fetish in check to build a healthy relationship with her, which would allow Jenny to trust her. I guess Dr. White really did know what she was doing.
I had been lying in bed thinking about these things. I had woken up a few minutes earlier and had been trying to sort out my feelings. It was nearly eleven. Those hours in bed jacking off to MILF porn felt like I was in that late-night tunnel vision, getting fixated on one thing, and not really thinking clearly, out of exhaustion. Now that I felt I had sorted everything out, I got up and jumped in the shower.
I got cleaned up and got dressed. I walked by Gina’s room, which was empty. She was clearly already up. I braced myself to see her again as I headed downstairs. But I could not find her. I looked through all the rooms, but I can’t find her. As I walk through the kitchen, I heard a splash. Oh, she must be in the pool. I stepped outside to face her.
She was swimming laps with surprising ease. I admired the fact that she has clearly kept herself in great shape. I watched her swim for a minute until she noticed me and slowed down. She floated in the deep end and looked at me.
“Morning, Matt.” She said with a smile. “Care to join me?”
“Um, not now, maybe later.” I replied.
“Good, I was about to get out anyway.” She replied. She swam towards the ladder. She started to climb the ladder, and I gulped as her body started to appear. She was wearing a powder blue bikini, and it should have been no surprise that it was skimpy. Her top was two patches that covered only a small portion of her sizable chest, connected by some tiny strings. And, oh my God! She was wearing a thong. Her ass was just hanging out there, begging to be appreciated. She was studying my reaction as her body appeared, and believe me, I was appreciating. She stepped out and walked towards me. My eyes couldn’t help but lower and watch her breasts jiggle and bounce in just the right way. My eyes were drawn in by her endless cleavage. She walked by me with a smirk as she walked towards one of the pool chairs to grab her towel. I could not help but let my eyes follow. Her ass was just perfect, and the way she walked just highlighted it. I just wanted to reach out and grab it. As she dried herself, she kept one eye on me. I looked up into her eyes to acknowledge the fact that I knew she was watching. She kept her body uncovered, daring me to look back down upon it. But I held out and maintained eye contact until she wrapped the towel around her waist. She smirked as she walked inside. I was planted to the spot, unable to move. The image of my hot-bodied mother-in-law in a teeny bikini was something I could never forget. I don’t think I could go inside and face her after what I had just witnessed. I don’t know how long I stood there until Gina called out from inside.