Remembering Mother-in-law

My mother -in-law was a petite woman and stood 5'1", she weighed about 108 and wore a size 6 or 7 dress. She had small pointed ****, just the right mouth full. She had been widowed for three years when her and I began our intimacy. She also was 85 and very much put together for someone her age. I had been in the family for several years and during that time had often gotten a glimpse of her ******* and beautiful legs in the passing. One spring day my wife and I decided to go visit her for a couple of days. She lived in an other town two hours away. When we arrived there she was wearing a tight gray skirt and a low cut blouse that revealed more of her breasts than she realized.
Sometime toward the end of the afternoon my wife developed one of her bad headaches and had to take medication for it. She went up-stairs to lay down and her mother went with her.
"I gave Linda something to help her relax and sleep for a while.", my mother-in-law said.
"great, she sure has a time with those headaches."
"Would you like something to drink?", she asked.
I said yes and she fixed us both a Jack and Coke. I was sitting on the couch and she sat across from me. I noticed that her skirt had risen up to reveal her inner thighs. She made no attempt to pull her skirt down. We talked for some time and then I said that I would go check on Linda. My wife was out like a lamp and in deep sleep so I closed the door and went back downstairs. Her mother had fixed us an other drink and was now sitting on the opposite side of the couch. I sat down on the other end and we began to talk again and after a couple more drinks we both began to feel the effects of them.
"Can I ask you some personal questions?", I said.
"Ask away, I'm okay with it. What do you want to know?"
"Well, it's been three years now and you haven't dated. How are you coping with everything?"
"Well, I'm doing okay I guess. But I do miss being held at times."
Looking at her for a moment I slide close to her and extend my arm toward her. I touch her shoulder and move my arm across her back and gently pull her to me. She dosen't resist but moves closer and then she rests her her head on my shoulder. After a bit I turn her head toward me and we look into each others eyes. It seems an eternity but very slowly we move into each other and our lips meet for the first time. A quick peck then a breif kiss and finally a longer and deeper one. Our tongue's meet and dance with each other her breathe coming more labored. She pulls me hard into her. I run my hands up her leg and under her skirt as she opens them. I feel her hand rub my **** through my pants. she's panting now moving her head side to side as we kiss. Breaking th kiss she says,
"Oh my god, its been so long. It's wrong but I want more, please give me more."
I take her hand and lead her to the basement den and to one of the spare bedrooms. Kissing her I undress her as she is doing the same with me. We had some serious love making that evening and many more sessions until she became sick four years later. She died at the age of 90 and I'll always remember our times together.