I was talking the phone with my wife and she commented that her mother was going to spend at home. On that day, my wife would not be home, because she does graduate studies at night, 02 times a week...
I got home, took a shower and went to the kitchen, prepare something, for when it arrived. She arrived at 6:00 p.m. and was very well dressed, She was wearing a short skirt, shirt, blazer, makeup, smelling.
She came and sat down in the kitchen, waiting for me to finish preparing dinner, and we were talking furies... When I served her, I asked her if she wanted anything to drink and she said she would drink whatever I wanted. I told her I'd take wine, but she said she'd have a drink with me.
I sat down beside her and could not help but notice her legs in her black pantyhose and her breasts, for the shirt was ajar, and she could see the crack. We bridged and we started to dinner. She said that for some time she could not even kill the will, because she did not feel well.
I, stupid idiot, asked, "want to kill what?" and she did not think twice and said "to fuck, right?" with the greatest naturalness in the world. But both me and her, we turned red, but she still completed "even seems not to know that we all need."
We continued eating, and that single cup turned into two. She was getting high... Then, out of nowhere, she said, "I do not think I'm a throw-away."
I did not know what to answer, but looking down (because I was awkward), I saw her legs again, and the horn was loud and I said, "Of course not".
She replied: "If we were not relatives, would you take it?"