There I was, once again sitting at the kitchen table with Mrs. Smith, one of her daughters and her two kids. Good ambiance, lovely food, nice people but I would have much rather be with Mrs. Smith alone, especially now that our relationship had progressed almost to the final point.
After leaving each other on Sunday night, we had talked on the phone on Monday night and made plans for a "special" visit on Thursday as her children were supposed to come and spend a long weekend. But Wednesday they called and said that they would arrive on Thursday instead of Friday! At this point it was too late to change our own plans.
Well at least I was with my sexy Mrs. Smith even if not alone. This was the first time I was seeing her family since Thanksgiving. As the crowd was not as numerous, there was no need to sit tight and I was sitting close to Mrs. Smith but almost at arm's length. Mrs Smith gave me a tight sensual hug when I came in but we could not linger into it as her daughter and grand children were right there in the kitchen. As I followed her into the kitchen I couldn't help putting my hand on one of her generous soft buttocks but had to take it out quickly.
During the lunch Mrs. Smith wouldn't lose any opportunity to touch me, on the shoulder, on the arm, on the thigh, even on the cheek. I was enjoying those touches as much as I could, feeling her soft hand on my body. She would manage to put sensual pressure with her fingers while her hand rested on me. It was a little bit harder for me to touch her as her touches looked motherly while mine would have not looked respectful. Still I managed to caress her somehow, on her big large thigh under the table; upper thigh so large that I couldn't even cover its width with the full length of my hand.
At some point I made my fork fall down and I went on four to get it. While doing so, I grabbed her big round calf, put my cheek against it and staid there one or two seconds to enjoy its softness and size.
After lunch her daughter left us to take care of her kids upstairs. She started to clean but Mrs. Smith told her it was OK, that "Mitch and I would do fine". Indeed Mitch and Mrs. Smith would do fine!
As she left and we heard her at the top of the stairs, Mrs. Smith took a-hold of me for a tight embrace with full deep tongue kiss, pushing her breasts and belly against me with her fat arms on my neck and back. I pressed my own chest and belly against her, trying to feel her mass as much as I could through her clothes. I was holding on her fat back, pulling her towards me as much as I could while she was holding my neck and chin with her two hands.
Finally as we heard some noises upstairs, we stopped and proceeded to clean. As she was loading the dishwasher, I approached her from her right side, facing the stairs to be ready to stop if anybody was coming down. I was caressing and cupping her ass and buttocks in my left hand. As she was bending down to put dishes in, I also cupped her wide and heavy hanging breasts.
She whispered as she kept working...
- Yes that's good. Keep going, keep going...
Finally she was done and she went to the sink to finish the work. As she was doing that, I hugged her from behind, and grabbed her breasts as she was bending over slightly. Feeling her big butt against my crotch while massaging her huge tits almost got me to come; I was doing exactly what I had been dreaming of doing after meeting her the first time. We just staid there for a while. She rested her head on my shoulder and turned it so I could kiss her; she was moving her huge butt slowly against me back and forth, while I was enjoying the embrace, sensing this enormous mass of flesh in my arms, moving my hands on her breasts and her belly, going down the crater of by her belly button, and feeling weak in my legs from my desire.
But then too soon, I had to stop as somebody was coming down the stairs.
- How are you doing?
said her daughter as she appeared in the kitchen.
- Well, we are doing just fine. And Mitch was keeping my spirits up while we were working.
- Well I need to ask him for his recipe!
Her daughter answered with a smile and a hint of jealousy.
- No I'm just using the tricks of a young guy, nothing special about it!
This seemed to make her feel better, and Mrs Smith who was behind her daughter at this point gave me a "nothing special?" kind of look.
After that I did my usual routine, sitting at the dinner table and trying to work. Mrs. Smith went into her quarters, the kids came to talk to me. Eventually Mrs. Smith came back and asked her daughter if she could run an errand for her. She obliged and took her kids with her, saying that it would give me a break and I could resume my work. They left.
