I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Vivian Jackson, the 42 year-old mother of my girlfriend, the head of the PTA, the holier than thou bitch that chastised me for kissing her daughter for the first time, on our sixth date, was wiping the cum of the Mayor off her chin. I couldn't believe it, but best of all, I couldn't believe I got the evidence, a nice video of Mrs. Jackson slobbering on Don Seaverson's cock and a beautiful picture of her taking a money shot.
Only question would be, how would I use it? I mean, obviously the mayor had money, some of which would be mine very soon. I sincerely doubt a cheating scandal would be beneficial to his senatorial campaign. That would be fairly easy.
My main internal question would be how would I use it against my future Mother-in-Law?
She has never liked me. Something I did rubbed her the wrong way. I have no idea what I did. I treated her daughter like a princess and showed her the utmost respect. I had a nice, well-paying job right out of college. I graduated from State with honors. I drove a nice car, lived in the rich part of town, and, if I do say so myself, look pretty damned good in a suit.
For the sake of mental imagery, I guess I should describe all the players involved in this story. I am 6'1, 220 pounds with short brown hair and blue eyes. I keep myself in shape as I run triathlons and am gearing up for my first full marathon. Because it will come up (pun intended) later, I have 9 inches long and about 5 inches around. It's not the biggest, but it gets the job done.
Lisa is my girlfriend. She's 19 years old, three years younger than myself. She is 4'10" and built. Now, when I say built, I mean she has the finest body I have ever seen. Her bust is 36DD with a waist of 30 inches. She has long blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and the sweetest smile to match her angelic disposition.
Her mother, Vivian Jackson, is perhaps the second most perfect woman I have ever seen, right behind her daughter. Vivian is a good five inches taller, with long brown hair. Like her daughter, she had curves in all the right places. While I did not know how big her chest was, I would hazard a guess to say she was in her daughter's ballpark. She was the embodiment of MILF and are what wet dreams are made of.
No one else really plays a part in this story. I could describe the Mayor, or the ancillary characters in this story, like Mr. Jackson, or the mailman Randy Smith, but honestly, who cares.
Anyway, I had what I needed to make one of my wildest fantasies a reality. The fantasy kicked into high gear a month ago.
It was a cold; crisp night and I had taken Lisa and her parents out to dinner at the French restaurant near the lake. Right before dessert, I got down on a knee and proposed to my darling Lisa. She said yes before I could even get the question out.
The alcohol flowed for the rest of the evening as Jack and I celebrated with scotch and Vivian and Lisa polished off two bottles of wine. We were all hammered and poured ourselves into a cab and headed back to the Jackson household.
I was the first one in the cab and Vivian was next. As she stumbled into the backseat, I got a full view down her dress and as she was pushed by Jack into the cab, she fell headfirst, well, more like mouth first, square onto the crotch of my trousers. Time seemed to stop as I looked down and visualized my cock in the mouth of my future mother-in-law.
She apologized through a drunken slur, but the seeds of a borderline incestuous fantasy were sewn. Now, thanks to having to return one of Jack's power tools, I had the tools to make this dream a reality. All I needed was the opportunity, and I wouldn't have to wait for long.
Through sheer happenstance, a pipe burst in my house. Most of the basement was flooded and there was some water damage to the lower level of the home. The house was unlivable, and being the nice and studious people they are, Jack and Vivian offered for me to stay in their pool house until the restoration people can fix my home.
It was a warm and beautiful Saturday as the four of us enjoyed the pool. Vivian and Lisa laid out on the loungers while I swam laps. Jack was sipping a beer and trying to fire up the grill. He realized he needed a few things for a barbeque, like charcoal, lighter fluid, meat, sauce, and sides. Jack isn't the best planner in the world. Lisa volunteered to go with "Daddy" to the store to get the stuff they needed.
In just five short minutes, Vivian and I were left by ourselves. I wasn't going to capitalize on the opportunity on this day, at least until she opened her mouth.
"You know it won't work between the two of you," she said over the top of her glasses as I was resting on the side of the pool.
