The first time I met my future Japanese mother in law she was 52, I was 27 and I knew we would get along just fine. She was friendly, had a big, beautiful smile, a sexy body, and (this was important), she was suffering from something like Alzheimer's. Her mind was often a blank. She lived in a kind of quiet bliss, with not a care in the world. She could do simple chores. She could talk a little. But that was about it. I decided then and there that we would have a lot of fun together. I just had to figure out how.
Over the next few years, I saw a lot of Mother and Father. I called them Oto-san and Oka-san (Father and Mother). The fact that their daughter had married a foreigner didn't seem to bother them. I was always looking for a chance to "share affections" with Mother, and so far had had a few far out experiences.
The First Experience: In the Garden
Mother often spent the day putzing around the garden in her nightgown. I was always glad to help her because it afforded me fantastic views of her body. She wore no bra, so every time she bent over to water a plant or pluck a petal, her melons were hanging there in their full glory. They were beauties too, with huge dark nipples that were always standing at attention. At the same time, I was also able to get mouth-watering views of her pussy through her thin white panties. She was pretty hairy and her bush stuck out all over the place. Her pussy lips were clearly visible. It drove me crazy. I'd usually last ten minutes, then run into the house, jerk off in the bathroom, and come out and do it all over again. One day I decided to be a little bold and see how she reacted.
As she bent over, showing me her tits, I whistled a show of appreciation. Mother smiled and looked up at me. I pointed to her tits: "Kirei (Beautiful)."
Mother smiled and said, "Arigato (Thank you)." I knelt down beside her and brushed her nipples with my fingertips through her nightgown and again said "Kirei." Mother again responded "Arigato." I pointed to her pussy and licked my lips. "Oishi-so (It looks delicious)." Her face turned red, but again she smiled. "Arigato."
Well, that had gone well! I'd gotten the green light and couldn't wait to try out some more of my ideas.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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