This story is a work of pure fiction and based on some very perverted fantasises that I have, that have developed since reading various stories here on literotica. However it is based on real characters mainly me, a 47 year old man from England and a lady (73) that I have become acquainted with through my mother in law, Georgie. My mother in law, who is in her mid-late 60's and I have been enjoying each other's bodies since 2006 and she has given me a taste for the more mature woman, hence this story.
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I was just getting ready to go and pick up my mother in law when my phone started to ring.
"Hello."
"Hi John, it's me," came the familiar voice of my wife's Mother, "I can't make it today, I've got a rotten cold and don't feel up to going out."
"That's a shame," I said, "I had something naughty planned for this afternoon."
She giggled like a school-girl and said "You naughty boy, you'll just have to play on your own."
I laughed "Ah but its much better when you play too."
Another giggle, "Anyway," she said "Can you still go and see Jean, only I promised to take her some of her favourite chocolates and take her library books back for her?"
That day had all been pre-arranged, Georgie and I would go and see an old neighbour of hers, Jean, now living in a retirement home and then out for lunch before going back to her place for an afternoon fuck.
"Yes I suppose so. Was it those Belgian chocolates you were going to take?"
"Yes," Georgie said, "Can you pick some up for her and do the library too?"
She blew a kiss down the phone.
"Phone me when you are better then because I'm getting nothing from Liz at the moment and I feel as horny as hell," I told her.
"I promise darling, in a couple of days Ken is going up to the Penines to do some walking, I'll be better then and whilst Liz is at work, you can come over and I'll be a very good girl for you."
Half hour later I pulled up outside "The Oaks", a warden controlled complex where older folk who were not yet ready for 24 hour a day care lived. Jean had a small flat, literally 3 rooms, a kitchen/diner/lounge + a bedroom & a small bathroom. She had lived there 2 years and enjoyed the freedom it gave her but also the comfort of knowing that someone was available 24 hours a day if she needed them.
I walked through the main entrance and followed the corridor to Jean's flat and knocked on the door. Jean opened the door, smiling when she saw it was me.
"Oh John, how lovely to see you again," she said
She looked past me expecting to see her friend, my mother in law.
"No Georgie?" she asked.
"No, she's not well I'm afraid Jean, so you just got me."
She reached out and half dragged me through the door,
"Oh well, never mind, come in, we'll have a cuppa and a chat."
I sat down on her small sofa whilst Jean busied herself in her small kitchen.
"I do hope Georgie is better soon," she said as she filled the teapot with boiling water.
"I'm sure she'll be fine, just a cold I think," I said.
Jean came over with a tray which held 2 cups + a teapot and milk & sugar bowls. She sat it down on her coffee table and sat down next to me.
I have to say I was a bit surprised at that as she had an upright chair that she normally preferred to sit on. Her sofa was also only a two seater and Jean is on the large side and with me not being stick thin either, it was rather a cozy fit.
"Anyway I'm glad you came," she said "And you bought me chocolates, a man hasn't done that for me in 20 years, that makes me feel very special."
Jean wiggled her hips to squeeze herself in to the sofa better and I felt the warmth of her thigh next to mine.
Jean poured the tea and for the next ten minutes we chattered about different things, nothing important, just about family and the news and what she had been watching on TV. All the time Jean kept her thigh & leg pressed tightly against me and a couple of times as she was talking excitedly about something she touched my leg with her hand.
I began to feel excited about her closeness and found my eyes drifting down to her voluptuous bosom as she talked. She was wearing a blouse with the top 3 buttons undone, so as she moved, every now and then I get the brief flash of large white bra cups which completely encased her very big tits. By the time Jean had finished her second cup of tea I was trying to cover a very obvious bulge in my trousers, by holding my cup in my lap.
Jean leaned forward to put her cup down and then reached for mine,
"Let me take that dear, you can't cuddle it alday," she said.
As she pulled the cup away, the bulge in my trousers certainly caught her eye. I saw her eyebrows raise sharply and I thought her eyes were going to leap from their sockets.
