The wife and I had been having problems. Just tetchy arguments, both of us feeling bored, tired... too indifferent to really try anymore.
I'd always gotten on well with her mum though. Perhaps not having a mother myself meant she'd, to some extent, adopted me.
The mother was always dropping off bits and bobs to the house: we lived close by and as I say we were close and shared the odd cuppa.
The door went one afternoon. I was upstairs lounging around with the wife working on a Saturday. I answered the door wearing just loose shorts (no underwear) and a loose tee.
It was the mother-in-law, Elaine. She beamed a smile at me, holding a plot plant she'd promised to give my wife/her daughter. I took it out of her manicured hands and plonked it down. I asked her in for a cuppa and she followed.
She asked me how I was as the kettle boiled, and we had some small talk.
I said okay, ticking over, and she said I sounded a bit down in the dumps - smiling at me and warmly touching my hand and arm.
Her hands were soft, manicured. painted red nails. She took care of herself: a woman in her mid-fifties but looking good for it.
We talked a little more, laughing about nonsense. And again she touched my arm warmly.
I could smell her perfume, and she smelt as good as she looked. I'd always been attracted to her on some level. My wife had gotten her looks from her mum, and her heavy big tits.
We took our tea and sat in the front room. My wife wouldn't be back fro another two hours (phoning to tell me she'd had to work overtime).
I sat together with the mother in law, getting on better with her than my own wife.
I then realized I felt attracted to her too. The hair, her smell, her big heavy tits with a long line of cleavage exposed by her blouse.
As we carried on talking and getting on like a house on fire, I could even feel my cock stirring in my shorts.
This realization made me panic a little. I had no underwear on, and I'm quite a big boy - big enough for her to notice if I got a stonker.
She touched my arm again, I smelt her perfume, my eyes darting a look at her massive heavy tits... I could see her nipples poking through her top... I felt so lost in the moment... wondering what on earth would happen if I just reached out and held her boob, feeling its weight in my hand... |
