I heard sobbing as I knocked on the door.
My cheating fiancée's mother, Janice, answered. Tall and brown-haired like her daughter, at 43 she was still stunning despite a few wrinkles here and there. Today, though, her eyes were red-rimmed from crying.
As I handed her the garbage bags holding the last of Sarah's clothes from my closet, I tried to be reassuring, "Janice, please don't be upset. You're a wonderful woman, you had nothing to do with the crap Sarah pulled. I'll be fine."
She shook her head, "It's not about that, Mike, I just found out Aaron is cheating on me. The concierge from the hotel he's at with his mistress just called because the bank declined his credit card. Apparently some hacker got the number and made a bunch of suspicious charges. So now I know he's at a beach resort in Santa Cruz, not a business trip to Seattle." She began sobbing, and I took her in my arms and held her to my chest.
I didn't know if it would help or not, but as a distraction I told her, "Hey, I haven't held you like this since we danced at that New Year's Eve party two years ago." It must have done the trick; she stopped crying, looking up at me with a funny little smile.
"That was nice, wasn't it?"
I chuckled softly. "It was. I remember thinking how lucky I was to marry your daughter, because I'd get to see you a lot." Leaning down to kiss her cheek, I murmured, "I have to admit, you're pretty easy on the eyes, Janice. Sarah would've ended up an ogre if she looked like her father."
Suddenly Janice's lips were pressed to mine, her passion clearly evident as her dexterous hands unbuttoned my shirt as if her life depended on it. I was too stunned to do much, but my cock wasn't. It began, in the words of Shakespeare, to 'stiffen the sinews and summon up the blood'. Instinctively I put my hands on her ass cheeks and pulled her crotch into mine, and feeling her grind on me in response.
The next two minutes were a blur of my loafers thudding against the wall as I kicked them off, my zipper unzipping, the clattering of buttons on the hardwood floor from the ripping open of her blouse, and the tearing of cotton as I roughly pulled her panties off. Janice gasped as I threw her over my shoulder and carried her to the nearest bedroom.
