Seductive Cindy

It was a Saturday morning in early April. My wife Gina, our baby daughter Melody and I had been invited to the home of Gina's mother Cindy for brunch at 11. When we arrived, Cindy was still dressed in her bathrobe, her hair still damp after showering, as she stirred a bowl of pancake batter. However, also at the house at Cindy's invitation was Gina's sister Nicole.

"Good morning, Cindy," I said. "I guess the meal will take a while."

"About another 10 minutes," she replied. "I'm mixing the last few pancakes."

"I see. Well, let us know when the meal's ready."

For the next 10 minutes, Gina and Nicole engaged in the typical "girl talk" and took turns holding Melody. I didn't pay much attention to what they were saying, but I do remember the following:

"Hey, Gina, what do you say we go shopping after brunch?"

"Sounds nice. What kind of shopping did you have in mind?"

"Well...clothes and other supplies for Melody. Perhaps a little for ourselves too."

"Great idea, Nicole! Once we're through eating, off we go!"

Sure enough, after a wonderful meal of pancakes, omelet, cole slaw and orange juice, the girls drove off to the mall with Melody in tow. That left just me and Cindy at the house. I remained seated in my chair as I watched Cindy clear the table and put dishes in the dishwasher--or the dishpan, whichever was appropriate. As she did so, she asked me, "What did you think of the meal?"

"It was delicious."

"I knew you'd like it. So...how are you and Gina getting along now, with Melody in the picture?"

"Not too bad, but you know...sometimes Gina acts kinda distant to me these days. I can't really blame her, though, 'cause the baby has her needs too."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. After Gina and Nicole were born, I could no longer pay their dad as much attention as he was used to getting from me. Raising babies can be draining on a mother."

I arose from my chair and went into the living room, where I found that morning's newspaper resting atop a small trunk. I had not yet had a chance to read it since Gina and I had to wake up and run. I took the paper, sat on the floor, and started reading.

Barely a few minutes into my reading, I saw Cindy enter the room, still wearing her robe. "Finding any news of interest?"

"Not really," I answered.

"Boy, it's kinda hot in here." With that, she took her robe off, revealing a white nightshirt. As she sat down on the couch that faced me, I began to take a long look at her.

At 45, Cindy still looked great. She'd had Gina at age 20, then Nicole 2 years later. But she and the girls' father had divorced when the girls were teenagers, so the only time I ever saw him was when Gina and I married. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and to this beholder, it does not go down as a woman ages. It could even go up with age, as in Cindy's case. Her brown, wavy hair billowed as far as her breasts, which I guessed in my head to be 36D. Her nipples poked through the fabric of her nightshirt. They were about the diameter of a dime; the sight of them triggered an erection in me. I couldn't help but wonder whether the real reason for her taking off her robe was to seduce me.

To try to resist temptation, I turned my eyes back to my newspaper. But every other moment, I couldn't help but glance back up at Cindy. Every time I looked at her, I noticed her legs were slightly farther apart than before. After about 10 glances, I could see the shaven area between her legs. "So," she asked me, "do you like the view from where you're sitting?"

"Y-y-yes," I stammered. Sure enough, she was seducing me. Now I was half hoping she would get bolder, half hoping that she would stop.

She arose from the couch and walked my way until she was behind me. She put her right leg over my right shoulder blade, resting her foot in my lap. Now my resistance was wearing thin; I ran both my hands up and down her shin and calf.

"How nice," she said softly, "I love massages." So I continued to rub her leg until she removed her foot from my lap, replacing it with the left one. As I rubbed that leg, she sighed, "Yes, that's it. Keep rubbing."

After a while I lifted her leg off my shoulder, then turned around to face her. I arose gradually so I could extend my caresses to her thighs. She ran her hands through my hair as I rubbed one thigh, then the other, all the way up to her behind. Then I finished standing up and we embraced and kissed each other's cheeks.

She took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom; with the other hand she dragged her robe along with us. She shut and locked the door behind us.

I sat at the foot of her bed. As she lifted my T-shirt over me, she purred, "You know, for a long time I've wished I could have your sexy body inside mine." She untied and took off my shoes, then took off my socks.

"Well, I guess now's as good a time as any for you to get your wish," I replied as she unzipped my jeans. I stood up to enable her to lower my jeans and underwear. Once I was completely naked, I returned the favor by lifting her nightshirt off her.

Now I could get a full view of her breasts. They were cream-white, with pink nipples and areolas. I smiled at her and she smiled back. I knelt again, just enough to make my head level with her breasts, which I kissed while caressing her rump. Again she moved her fingers through my hair.

After a while I sat on the bed again. In response, she spread her legs wide and sat down on my erect penis, which her vagina fit like a glove. Her arms encircled me, her hands touching my shoulder blades. As I fondled her breasts, she moved herself up and down my hard shaft.

Moments later we halted the thrusting so I could suck on her breasts. I took the right one first; as I sucked she purred, "Ah, how sweet...Yes, that's it...Keep sucking; they're yours for the taking." Then I switched to the left breast; she responded, "That feels oh so good! Don't stop now...Yes, sweetie, keep it up...very good."

When I removed my mouth from her breasts, I put my hands back on them and she resumed pounding onto me. After several thrusts, I was about to climax. She smiled at me again as my semen splashed into her womb. We hugged and kissed until I went soft, automatically exiting her.

In late May, I received a note in the mail. It read; "Hi, cutie. Guess what: I'm pregnant. Cin-cerely." I couldn't help but wonder whether Cindy had planned this pregnancy, or had simply sought the pleasure of having sex with me. Yet it turned me on to learn that I had knocked up my mother-in-law.

The following January saw the birth of my son Kyle--Gina and Nicole's half-brother, Melody's half-brother/half-uncle.