My name is Karthik and this is the story of the two best days of my life.

For Diwali, my wife and I decided to visit my mother-in-law, Sudha, who lived alone in Kerala.

Usually, for the festivals, we visited my parents and not hers, but this year we decided to change it, as my mother-in-law Sudha had recently lost her husband, my father-in-law, in a freak road accident.

It was a surprise visit and Sudha was moved to tears when she saw us. I stood aside, as mother and daughter embraced each other, hugging and kissing and crying on each other’s shoulders.

Later, Sudha and I exchanged an awkward handshake, as that was the extent of our relationship.

Diwali came and went by in a flash. Sudha made sweets and the three of us spent the evenings bursting firecrackers and recounting old memories.

It was during these evenings that my MIL and I became comfortable around each other. Even though I had been married to her daughter for three years, we were still strangers. I still only called her “aunty” and not any of the more intimate qualifiers such as ‘athae’ or ‘mami’.

It was also during one of these evenings that we ever talked to each other as two human beings. Not as a mother-in-law and son-in-law. My wife going to sleep early that evening greatly helped this cause.

We told each other our hobbies, our passions, the jokes that made us laugh, what songs made us cry, our hopeless dreams, and our cruel reality.

It turned out, that both Sudha and I were romantics, while our spouses were the complete opposite.

That evening, my mother-in-law and I decided to call each other by our first names.

The next day, my wife went to visit some of her friends in Cochin, leaving me and her mother alone in the house. I spent most of the day watching movies on my laptop. Sudha watched her serials on an old TV in the hall.

By the evening, it had started to rain and my wife decided to spend the night at her friend’s place, opting not to drive on the wet roads.

At dinner, it was just Sudha and me. She had cooked chicken biryani, which was my favorite food, and It was the best biriyani I had ever tasted.

“I wish your daughter could cook like this,” I said after the first bite.

“She is still learning, Karthik. She’ll be just as good when she is my age.”

Although my mother-in-law downplayed the compliment, I could tell she liked it. So I complimented her again. “I hope she looks as good when she is your age.”

This made Sudha blush. And it was a running gag between us. I would often say to my wife Priya that if I had met her mother before her I would have married her instead.

“Please don’t say such things, Karthik. Priya might take it seriously someday.”

“I am sure she won’t.”

Sudha looked really good today. She was wearing a traditional Kerala white saree with a green blouse. She was also sitting at my side and I couldn’t help but stare at her navel and her massive breasts. But more than anything, I was in love with Sudha’s pink, luscious lips.

“Can I tell you something, Sudha?” I said.

Sudha seemed concerned. “What is it, Karthik?”

“I don’t know how to say this, but things haven’t been good between me and Priya.”

“What do you mean?”

“We are not as happy as we make it seem. We may be splitting up soon.”

My mother-in-law’s world turned upside down and I could see it in her face.

“Don’t joke about something so serious—”

“I am not joking. We are just not right for each other. Priya feels the same way. We had a long, hard discussion. We decided we’ll wait and see till the end of the year, and if things don’t work out we’ll divorce in January. And things haven’t been working out.”

Tears started pouring down Sudha’s cheeks. “Is that why you came to visit, Karthik?” she said between her tears. “To break my heart?”

“I am sorry, but I did not want to continue lying to you.”

My mallu mother-in-law didn’t reply. She couldn’t speak. The tears made her eyeliner form dark outlines around her eyes, which for some reason made her more beautiful.

“Please, Sudha,” I said, taking her face in my palms. “Don’t cry. Even if I split up with Priya, I will always be in touch with you. You will always be my favorite mother in law.”

Our faces were very close to each other. I could feel her warmth in my palms and our eyes were locked with each other. I was only distracted by a lonely drop of sweat that ran down her neck and bosom.

I gently wiped the tears from her face and accidentally (or not) my thumb brushed the edge of her bottom lip. My widow MIL made the first move! She turned my face to the side and kissed me on my cheek and said, “You will always be my favorite son-in-law.”

I then turned her cheek and kissed it. My mallu mother-in-law turned my other cheek and kissed it. I did the same. Then our eyes met again. I knew in that moment we wanted each other.

Heart racing, I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips, those big, beautiful lips. She hesitated for a second but then started kissing me back. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close, her breasts crushing into me, my cock rock hard.

I ran my fingers through her hair, back of her neck and started sucking her lips. I could feel my wife mom’s hot breath on my face, and hear the little moans she let out.

I spread her lips open with mine and sought her tongue. But before I could taste it, her phone started to ring. It was her daughter, my wife! She had called to confirm that she was indeed staying the night.

The call broke our moment of passion. We both knew what we were doing was wrong and we were both ashamed. My mother-in-law ran into her room and shut her door. We spent the night in separate rooms.

By the time I woke up the next morning, the breakfast was already on the table. Sudha usually joined us, but that day she was nowhere to be seen. She was probably too embarrassed to look at my face and remained locked in her room.

I did not eat breakfast. I brushed my teeth and packed my bags. I was going to leave. I decided to tell my wife that something came up at work.

After getting ready, I slid a small note under my mallu mother-in-law’s door. The note read, “I am sorry for what happened last night. I didn’t know what came over me. It was my fault. Please don’t worry about it.” I signed it, “Hopefully still your favorite son-in-law.”

Just as I was about to leave, Sudha’s door swung open and she emerged, even prettier than last night! She was wearing a black saree and her hair was loose. The whole house smelled like lavender, her soap.

“Please don’t leave, Karthik,” she said. “For the sake of my daughter. She’ll be back today and you can leave with her. Please don’t ruin your marriage.”

“Our marriage is already over,” I said and started to walk toward the door.

“Have the breakfast, at least.”

Sudha seized my arm and led me to the dining table. She stood next to me as I had breakfast. I am not sure if she was doing it intentionally, but she stood in such a way that I could once again see that her jacket barely was managing to contain my mother-in-law’s breasts. They had to be liberated. And I was their savior.

“About last night..” I began but she immediately cut me off.

“Let’s not talk about it.”

I remained silent for a few moments, but I could feel something sinister coming over me. A strong desire, deep and carnal, to grab her and caress her, to bite her ass, to make my mallu MIL scream in pleasure, to make her mine.

“Sudha,” I called. She looked at me. Her lips quivered. She was anxious.

“I want to fuck you.”

She could not believe what she had just heard. She slapped me across my face! This released the primitive animal in me. I stood up and grabbed her by the back of her hair.

“Get your hands off me,” she yelled.

I kissed her, flat on the lips, but unlike last night, she was not reciprocating. I let her go.

“Goodbye,” I said and collected my bag and was about to leave when she once again grabbed my hand and turned me around.

Sudha looked me into my eyes and said, “Fuck me.”

She leaned for a kiss, but I stopped her. I grabbed her by the neck and dragged her to the bedroom. Once there, she once again tried to kiss me, but I refused. She did not want my kiss earlier, so now she did not get to kiss me.

I slowly pulled my hand that was choking her throat and chest. In doing so, I pulled my mother-in-law’s pallu down and ripped two hooks on her blouse. She was wearing a white bra inside, which was now visible. I gently ran a finger over her blouse, over her left boob.

“Can I squeeze them?” I asked her.

She fluttered her eyelashes and nodded her head to denote a yes. I squeezed her breast hard. She let out a gasp. She did not expect me to squeeze so hard.

But I did not let up. I squeezed the other breast, just as hard. I mushed them against each other. She moaned loudly. In pleasure or pain, I did not know.

“Does it hurt?” I asked her.

“No,” she lied.

I bent down and softly kissed my mallu mother-in-law’s breasts, to soothe the pain. The blouse and bra were in the way, so I ripped them open. I sucked on her nipples.

I was a greedy man, but I could only suck on one at a time. I kneaded the other with my hand, traced a circle around the areola with my thumb, teased it, and pinched it.

Then I made her sit on the bed and lay in her lap. I wanted to look at the expression on her face as I sucked her tits. I did so to my heart’s content.

By this time, there was a gigantic bulge in my pants. I took her hand and guided it to my bulge. My hand over hers, I made her squeeze my cock. She did it so wonderfully.

I wanted to cum right then but managed to control myself. I wasn’t going to let her go that easily. My mother-in-law rubbed me over my pants for while. Then I grabbed her hand and shoved it inside my underpants.

My MIL hungrily grabbed my cock, which started pulsating in the warmth of her hand—a feeling I had never experienced before. I was becoming so horny that I started thrusting my hips in the air, but she did not let my cock go.

She squeezed harder and harder, rubbed it, and tugged on it. Unable to contain my pleasure, I slapped her hand away. I stood up and undid my pants and was down to my underwear.

“Kneel,” I said and she did so obediently. I had wanted to fuck my mallu mother-in-law’s mouth for so long.

“Lick it,” I said to Sudha. She made an action to pull my cock out of my underwear, but I stopped her.

“Lick it,” I repeated, and she understood what I wanted her to do.

Sudha gently licked my cock over the underwear. She licked for a few minutes and then took a gentle bite. She looked at me for approval. I ran my hand across her cheek and said, “Bite it.”

She bit down hard. It hurt a little bit but the pleasure was tenfold. She bit licked and kissed my cock. I grabbed the back of her hair and rubbed it all over her face. Then I stood her up and undid the rest of her saree.

She stood before me only in underwear. I pulled the flap of her underwear and shoved my hands inside. She was soaking wet. First I thrust my middle finger inside her. She closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure.

“Karthik!” she said.

I made a little hook with my finger, to hit her pleasure spot. As my finger slid in and out, her moans become louder, which made me hornier. I slapped her tits, quite hard, three, four times. She opened her eyes and looked at me. I fingered her harder.

“Do you like it?” I asked her, as I slid another finger inside her and slapped her tits again.

She was in no state to answer. She just made a general sound that was a yes.

“Do you like it, you slut?”

My mother-in-law opened her eyes again to look at me in shock. She probably never thought anyone would ever call her a slut, let alone her own son-in-law.

“You are my slut from today, Sudha. You belong to me now, understand?” I said but she did not answer. She just stared into my face, breathing and moaning, heavily.

I slapped her across her cheek. Not too hard. But not too gently either. Sudha did not expect that.

“Do you?” I repeated.

My MIL leaned in closer and whispered, “I am your slut.”

That was it. I pushed her on the bed and pulled my cock out. I climbed on top of her and shoved it inside her wet cunt. She was tight, but I was relentless. She screamed out my name as I went deep inside her, which only encouraged me to go deeper.

I fucked my wife’s mother like that for how long I don’t know. I lost myself in her eyes, as the sound of the bed creaking and the sound of my balls slapping against her ass filled the room.

As she neared her climax, she whispered, “I love you, Karthik.”

And I said, “I love you, Sudha.”

I finally kissed her. She snapped at my lips hungrily. Our tongues rubbed against each other, as I thrust deeper and deeper. Then I came and so did she.

I did not pull out. I came inside her. She grabbed my hips and made sure I did so. Then we kissed some more and lay there just like that for a while.

My wife Priya was great and all, but my mother-in-law was the woman for me. She was someone who could take care of me, and someone who could fuck my brains out.

I thought I could spend the rest of my life with Sudha, but then I met Latha, Sudha’s mother. Despite the walking stick and the hunchback, Latha got my cock real hard.

Lol.