I am married about 12 years.  I have always been fairly dominant in relationships and my wife is a natural submissive, so it works out well.  She is an only child, so we spent a lot of time around her parents.  I noticed something odd, neither of them seemed to be the stronger partner.  They had been high school sweethearts but they both seemed submissive, but I suppose it worked for them.  Fast forward to about 5 years ago, when my father-in-law decided he didn’t want to be married anymore and asked for a divorce, not for another woman or anything just because he wanted to be alone (deep down I think he may be trying to find himself).  I never had any issues with him and got along fine so I wish him well.

 Needless to say, my mother-in-law was devasted, and believed her life was over.  She moped around and was depressed all the time.  My wife and I convinced her to sell her house and build a mother-in-law addition onto our house on the other side of the garage.  It didn’t take much convincing more like telling her to do it.  She sold her house and the plan was she would stay with us until her new house was built so she moved in about 4 years ago.

 Everything was fine and everyone got along great.  I work from home, so I am generally around all the time.  My wife is a nurse, so she is usually gone 4 evening each week.   We got into a routine of eating lunch together, then my mother-in-law would make dinner for the 2 of us in the evening.  We would then settle down and watch a little tv or a movie.  She would wallow a bit in her misery and frankly it was getting tiresome, hearing how she was fat and ugly and etc etc. 

 I thought about my suspicions of her submissive nature and even though she dressed in frumpy old lady clothes I had a feeling her body wasn’t too bad.  I started testing it, rather than asking her to do things I would tell her to do them, like going somewhere or getting something.

 One night I said I was sore and told her to rub my back which she did, I laid on the floor and she rubbed it.  I did this every night for a while moving very slowly to not scare her off.  One night when she was done, I told her to lay down it was her turn, she protested but I insisted.  She laid down in her robe and nightgown, I rubbed but the robe was so thick I could barely feel her.  We repeated a few days then I told her to take the robe off, so I rubbed her over her cotton nightgown.  After a few days, I told her to go to her room and take off the nightgown and just where the robe so I could expose her shoulders and upper back to lotion.  She resisted saying that that was not necessary, but I insisted.  I used lotion and did my work.  I kept progressing like this slowly adding rubbing her legs and all of her back to the point I told her to go to her room and get a town, take off the robe and put the towel over her lower back and upper legs.  She resisted saying that nobody has ever seen he that uncovered which seemed like an odd statement from a woman that was married for 30 years.  She relented and did as she was told but was stiff as a board.  After a few days of nice back and leg rubs with oils she began to relax again and look forward to it.  I continued for a few days moving the towel more and more as I went so barely any of her but was covered.  I went so slowly over several weeks that I really didn’t sink into her that she was virtually naked laying on a bed while her son-in-law touched her.   I got some peeks between her legs as I rubbed them and it was an overgrown hairy mess, I made a mental note to address that later.

 I kept this up slow and steady till the rubs didn’t have the towel anymore and I would gently kiss each area as I finished rubbing, it was quite intimate and I could tell from her breathing that it was getting her.

 One evening I decided it was time, when I finished rubbing and kissing, I told her firmly to turn over, she said she couldn’t and tried to grab for the bedspread.  I told her more firmly “TURN OVER” she reluctantly did, trying to cover herself with her arms and saying that this was wrong and that I shouldn’t be seeing her, etc etc.  I said arms at your sides and close your eyes, which she did.  I then leaned over her and she was so tense as I kissed each breast and nipple.  Then I walked to the foot of the bed and took hold of her ankles and pulled her legs open and towards me which caused her to protest again.  I said lay back and be quiet in a very firm tone.  I then ate her, she resisted but eventually surrendered.  Apparently, she had never been eaten before.  I stayed at it until she had several orgasms then told her to get dressed and got to bed.  She was stunned and exhausted, it seems she had only had a few orgasms in her life and always when she was alone.