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Mother, this woman was no more a mother, in the pure sense of the word, than I am. Jean was a very self-centered woman. She was at all times thinking of herself. Delivering my wife when she did at 31 was a terrible inconvenience for her. Calling her birth a mistake, or maybe it was her conception that was the mistake I cannot be sure which.

Be that as it may, she at all times had to be the center of attention, the best dressed and so on, you know the type. She knew what she was doing when she picked her outfits, which at all times seemed to accentuate her best feature, namely her breasts. A real set of heavy hangers, 38D.

Cleavage galore and her nipples at all times gave her the appearance that she was cold. She is an attractive woman at 56, a little extra padding, but all in the right places. Her hair, platinum blonde, out-of-a-bottle of course, and just about 5′ 5″ tall. Nowadays they call women like her a MILF.

She has a real flirtatious manner about her and at all times making sexual references about every situation. That’s why everyone at all times figured that she was playing around on her husband. They did live separately and that only added to the mistaken belief. He lived behind his store and she in their house. It was a marriage of convenience, but for whom I don’t know. Maybe they figured that it was less costly than a divorce.

Anyway, I came to figure out that it was all an act. She just talked a good game. You know the old saying, “All Yak and No Shack”. She at all times seemed to like me a lot though. More than just a son-in-law but I’d never picked up on it. I just figured she was just one of those huggers and kissers.

Little did I know that she was using me to get rid of some of her sexual frustrations by hugging, kissing and snuggling her unsuspecting son-in-law. She was sly about it, at all times sitting next to me, rubbing my leg, she’d hold me around my waist, fixing my hair when it became wind-blown.

Stuff like that and I never caught on. I really didn’t mind her showing me that affection because she’s a good-looking woman and she’d rub those big tits on me and I just love big tits. I married her daughter for her tits too but that’s another story.

Her daughter and I had been married about seven years when it happened the first time. I was 28 years old and we’d just had a family get together for my son’s birthday Sunday night. Jean had given us some leftovers from the party to take home and my wife had her chaffing dish washed and ready to return. She asked me to stop by her Mom’s house on the way home from work and drop it off. I said that it would be no issue. It’s nothing that I hadn’t done a hundred times before. Only this time was gonna be a day that I’d not soon forget.

Driving to Jean’s house after work was an automatic thing. Pulling up the drive, getting out of the car and heading to the back door, as usual. I gave a little knock, no answer. When I tried the door, it opened, so I walked in. What the hell, I’m family aren’t I? I poked my head in and called,

“Mom? Where are you?. Huh, no answer.” I wondered, “That’s strange”.

Walking into the kitchen I put the dish on the table and I wondered I heard talking coming from the bedroom. I cannot quite make out what’s being said, so I tiptoe towards the bedroom door, which is ajar, and I hear Jean’s voice. I have to listen real close to believe what my own ears are hearing.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Mmmmmm yeah baby, fuck me. Fuck me with that big cock”.

“You gotta be shittin’ me.” I think to myself, “What in the hell did I walk in on”?

“Did someone finally catch her with her lover? I’ll bet that my wife didn’t call her to tell her I was coming over. Oh my, I think I caught dear ‘ole Mom in a compromising situation.”

“Uhhhhhhh, Ohhhhh, Fuck Yeah Baby. I’m Gonna CUM.”

My cock starts to swell listening to her.

“God Damn, this is really hot.” I say to myself, “I gotta see who’s fuckin’ her”.

Gently pushing the door open enough to see, the sight I see takes my breath away. When I peek in and see that it’s Jean on the bed, all alone masturbating. Her legs spread-eagled and she’s got one of those little vibrators pressed against her clit. She’s really givin’ herself a workout.

Those giant tits heaving up and down as she breathes heavily. Her nipples were as hard as they could be. She was pumping two fingers of her other hand in and out of her sopping pussy. Her fingers were coated and her pussy hair matted down with her juices.

By now, I have a raging hard-on and it’s pressing against the front of my pants. I’ve never seen a woman masturbate in person.

Listening to her moaning and groaning, it felt like my pants were gonna explode, but what I heard next really blew my mind. Her body starts to shake and spasm as she reaches her orgasm. She screams,

“MICHAEL I’M CUUMMMMIINNNGGG. OHHHHH YESSSSSSS MICHAEL, FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG COCK. OHHHHH FUCK MEEEEEE MICHAEL. FUCK, OHHHH, Ohhhhh, Mmmmmm, Ooooooo, Hmmmmm, mmmmm.

“Michael!?! She’s fantasizing about me? I can’t believe it. Why not? I’m pretty hot, for a guy.”

Everything became crystal clear. I must really be dense not to get the hints that’s she’s been givin’ me all these years. Gathering my senses I decide to go for it. She starts to relax as her orgasm subsides I softly say,

“Where did you learn to talk so filthy?”

Jumping up as if she’d been jolted by 50,000 volts, she sits up and pulls up the sheet to cover her nakedness and she shrieks,

“MICHAEL? OH MY GOD!” “What are you doing?”

I answer her, “I’m watching you cum.”

“You’re what? Oh My God! I’m so embarrassed.” She said starting to sob.

Covering her face with her hands, her cheeks burn with shame. I sit down next to her on the edge of the bed and say,

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of Jean. What you were doing is quite normal and natural for anyone. You’re just a human being.”

Removing her hands from her face I say,

“Look at me Jean, listen to me. It’s normal to have sexual desires and you should fulfill them.”

Wiping her tears and pulling the sheet down to expose her breasts,

“Look in the mirror, look at how lovely you are and how desirable you are.”

Rubbing her back with my left hand, her skin feels like velvet. I reach out with my right to cup her ample breast, my thumb brushing her rigid nipple. A shudder runs through her from my touch.

“Oh Michael, you shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t be touching me like this.”

“Shhhhhhh, calm down, it’s okay Jean.” I soothe.

“I like being here with you and touching you like this. I’m really turned on that you want me.”

NSFW: yes

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