I got married for the second time when I was thirty, and my wife is several years younger than I am. We have a great relationship, and I get to enjoy the more open, fun sex than I had in my first marriage. Clair is really great, and I know she will still be fun and exciting when she is older, because her mother still looks great in her fifties.
Her mom, Susan, got divorced when the kids were still in elementary school, and she struggled to bring them up well on a small income, and it is still tough for her to make ends meet.
About six months after Clair and I moved to Northern California, Susan lost her job and was wondering what to do. Clair asked if it would be alright for her to move in with us and find a job in our town, and I figured, why not, she's fun to have around.
I never gave Susan too much of a look, she's still got a nice figure and a large chest, that I will admit I noticed, and her nipples sometimes show through her bra, even with a sweater on, but that's as far as my looking ever went. After she moved in, we treated her like a friend, and since she was a bit depressed, Clair kept telling me to compliment her. You know, "tell her she looks nice, tell her new hairstyle look great," that sort of thing.
I never thought anything of that, but kept giving her nice compliments to keep her happy. When we went out for dinner, she would beg-off, and I would say things like, "there are lots of nice guys out there looking for an exciting, beautiful woman like you," and sometimes she would go with us, but she wasn't interested in other men.
One evening after we all sat up late drinking and watching a movie, the girls both pretty much passed out on a couple bottles of wine before I turned off the TV. There was a third bottle, but I only had a single glass, so I was still wide awake.
I woke them up and then carried my wife downstairs. I plopped her down on the bed and we kissed and she was really drunk, but was still giggling and whispering to me, so we stayed on top of the bed. She reached down and cupped my balls, and then started stroking my cock while I kissed her neck and worked my way down to her tits.
They are very sensitive, so I didn't spend much time on her nipples, just kissed down to her pussy and before I gave her more than a few licks she was pulling my head up and trying to get me to enter her.
We managed to make love, but before I came, she was asleep. Literally. Kind of a blow to my ego, but I went back down on her and licked her pussy. She moaned and moved around a little, but was really still asleep. That was a super turn-on for me, that I was licking her pussy and she was out!
I moved back up and slid my hard cock into her slippery slit. It only took me few minutes to cum, a very strange feeling with Clair asleep.
I cleaned her up but I was still a bit wired, so I went back upstairs to see some more TV.
Susan was still sleeping on the couch, but she had moved to the other side and had finished off the rest of the other bottle of wine. The TV was on, and I picked up her legs to sit down and she didn't even stir.
I looked over at her and could see the edge of her nipple peeking up from the corner of her nightgown. It was darker than Clair's, and I wondered how big the areola was. I said, "Susan, you're taking up the whole couch," while I moved her legs again, and then I pulled her gown down to cover them. I pulled again so the top would come down, and completely uncovered her left breast. It looked great, and I couldn't help staring at it.
I gave her a shake and she still didn't move at all -- totally passed out. This was a new and very exciting evening and I couldn't help myself. I said, "Susan, we need to get you to bed," and I put an arm under her back and helped her sit up. She just barely murmured something, and then was limp in my arms. I reached around and felt her bare breast, and squeezed it. So soft, so warm, and after a little while I was bold enough to put my fingers around her nipple. It didn't get hard, so I figured she was really out.
My hands were shaking, but I stood part way up and picked her up to take her to her room. She was just dead to the world, and I carried her down the hall. She was hot and a little sweaty and smelled of alcohol, a kind of sweet-wine smell.
When I got to her room, I realized I should have come in and pulled the covers down, but I put her down in the middle of the bed and moved the covers down and then kind of shuffled her back under the sheets.
She still hadn't moved, and I couldn't help but stare at her big breasts. They were prominent in the moonlight, and I said, "Well, just going to cover you up with the blankets," as I pulled them over her but kept my hands underneath. I was so excited they were really shaking as I rubbed her tits and gave them quite a massage.
Eventually I was tweaking her nipples and could feel them getting quite large in my hands. She moaned a little, and then snored a bit. Talk about being out cold! Holly crap.
I got bolder when I realized she was sleeping so soundly. I pulled the covers back down and then took a quick walk to the door to listen for my wife. There was no sound and only the glow of the TV from the front room, so I went back to Susan's bed and sat down. She had rolled over, and now was almost on her stomach, but I was able to pull a spaghetti strap down and pull her right breast out. I gave it a rub and then leaned down and popped the nipple in my mouth. It seemed to grow enormously as I sucked it. I just kept rolling it around my tongue, which was really cool because I can't do that with Clair.
