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 always 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 can't be sure which.
Be that as it may, she always 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 always seemed to accentuate her best feature, namely her breasts. A real set of heavy hangers, 38D.
Cleavage galore and her nipples always 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 always making sexual references about every situation. That's why everyone always 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 find out that it was all an act. She just talked a good game. You know the old saying, "All Yak and No Shack". She always 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, always 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 problem. It's nothing that I hadn't done a hundred times before. Only this time was going to 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 thought, "That's strange".
Walking into the kitchen I put the dish on the table and I thought I heard talking coming from the bedroom. I can't 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 going to 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."
"Oh yes Michael I want you. I've wanted you for such a long time." She said taking my face in her hands and kissing me, but not like usual.
Oh no, she kissed me like a long lost lover and I kissed her back with the same level of passion.
Her hands, covered with the aroma of her sex, and the smell only heightened my need for her. I continued to knead her breast and tweak and twist her nipple. She moaned into my mouth as we sucked on each other's tongue.
I broke our embrace long enough to stand up next to the bed. I held her hand, which had just been in her pussy and sucked at her fingers, tasting her.
She told me later that her heart skipped a beat when I did that. She didn't expect me to do that at all.
Standing before her, I didn't have to say a word. She instantly went for my belt and started to unbuckle it and almost in one motion pulled my zipper down.
When my pants dropped around my ankles she stared at the bulge in my underwear. I'm not enormous by any means but right then I've never seen it or felt it any bigger or harder.
She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and peeled them down while I pulled off my shirt. My cock slapped against my stomach and pulsed inches from her face.
She looked into my eyes and without breaking her gaze, took the head of my cock into her hot wet mouth.
"Ohhhh Yesssss Jean," I hissed. "Ahhhhh Yessssss Suck My Cock."
She didn't need any coaxing. Her head bobbed up and down, she licked the underside, she was a blur of licking and sucking.
"No hair on your balls? Very nice, I like that. Really soft and smooth," she remarked.
