"Can you pass the salt, Jason?" Kayla Schofield politely asked as she motioned to the left of her son-in-law.
"Here you go," he replied respectfully as he handed her the crystal shaker, their eyes only briefly meeting, betraying nothing to the other guests at the table.
She could not help but let a mischievous little smile spread across her lips, if only for an instant. It was these little moments that often provided, to her own shame, the most excitement.
It had been over three years since she had begun her torrid love affair with her daughter's husband, and there was seemingly no end in sight to their ongoing unfaithfulness. Not that she had any true desire for it to conclude, despite the frequent bouts of guilt and self-degradation that their adulterous trysts brought about for her.
Kayla despised herself for what she had been doing to both her husband Richard and their daughter Kristen for all this time. Some days she could barely even look at herself in the mirror, the reflection staring back at her a reminder of what a disloyal wife and deceitful mother she had become. Even worse, she loathed the fact that, despite how bad she felt about betraying her family, her wanton lust left her unable, or perhaps unwilling, to put a stop to any of it.
If any such thoughts weighed on Jason's conscience, she certainly did not see it. Such moral dilemmas had never seemed to bother him, especially when it came to his clandestine relationship with his mother-in-law. Even in the beginning, when he brazenly pursued her, in spite of her repeated objections, he seemed to have no regard for the potential consequences of his actions, should anyone ever find out.
Even after she finally gave into his advances, and her own taboo desires, and began to fully and eagerly participate in their illicit encounters, she always did so with some reservations and a deep seeded remorse for their indiscretions. But with him, there was only carnal enjoyment of the rendezvous, never any semblance of regret or hesitation.
Kayla inconspicuously glanced at him from time to time as she ate her meal, careful to vary the intervals and duration of her peeks at her lover so as to not arouse any suspicion from the other dinner guests. Twenty years younger than she was, he was handsome in a rough, hard-muscled way, with sandy brown hair, dark, smoldering eyes and an intensely masculine presence, a certain charisma that would resonate with any woman. His strong chest looked especially inviting tonight in an expensive knit navy polo that nicely hugged his well-defined pecs and shoulders.
During one of her glimpses at Jason she clearly caught his attention and she saw that familiar, predatory look in his eye, at once causing her heart rate to rise in both exhilaration and trepidation. She realized that a shared moment like this between them in front of others was a dangerous game to be playing, but she also knew that it excited her, and him no doubt as well.
Just being beside him at a meal was enough to get her blood pumping. She had maneuvered herself to the seat alongside him when everyone was arranging themselves for dinner, making sure to brush up against him as they sat down, seemingly innocent to anyone watching but strategically enough to make sure her breasts rubbed against his arm, just enough to send a tingle rushing through her body. A sly move that she knew he enjoyed, and even anticipated from her.
She also was acutely aware of how he had been subtly ogling her prior to dinner from across the room as the dinner guests mingled and chatted earlier. Knowing that his eyes were on her always put a smile on her face and tonight was no different.
Though almost 50, Kayla was still a very attractive woman with a slender body that was kept under strict control through rigorous exercise three times a week and a meticulously healthy diet. She was showing off her curves tonight in a suggestive teal long sleeved dress that fell just above knee length and featured a flattering empire waistline and evocative v-neckline that gave a subtle peak at her still ample cleavage. A pair of black strappy, open toe high heels and some understated makeup competed her look as the smooth, side-parted roots of her blonde-going-slightly-gray hair burst into a flurry of tight curls through her shoulder-touching hairstyle.
Once their gazes met, in that fleeting instant, she immediately figured that, based on the knowing look, Jason had something in mind. It would not take long for her to find out exactly what that idea was either. From the corner of her eye, she saw him reach down for his napkin and bring it up to his mouth, neatly wiping at those lips of his that she found so delectable. Placing the serviette back across his lap, she became acutely aware of the fact that his right hand did not return from beneath the dinner table.
A shiver ran through her body as she felt his skin press against hers. The heat of his flesh surged against her leg and he touched just above her knee. Slowly he began to run his hand up her smooth thigh to the hem of her dress, then slipped his fingers effortlessly under the lace trim of the garment. He made his way up higher, drifting north to the soft juncture of her well-formed legs and compelling her to squeeze her thighs together.
Taking a large sip of her red wine, she stared at the glass, feeling like the eyes of everyone at the table were upon her, but knowing that in reality they had no idea what was going on under the white linen tablecloth. She felt her legs being pushed apart ever so slowly and, disinclined to resist, she brought the glass back up to her lips and almost finished her wine just as his fingers began to trace the outline of her panties.
The first touch was very light as he gently rubbed the strip of neatly trimmed pubic hair that lay beneath the already damp material. She could not help but moan ever so slightly as he began moving his fingers back and forth, stroking the engorged outer lips of her aroused pussy.
"What's that dear?" Richard's voice suddenly broke in, snapping her back to reality.
"Um, more wine?" she replied quickly, as she picked up her glass and lovingly smiled at her husband, trying desperately to not give away what her son-in-law was doing to her under the table.
Kayla urgently wanted his fingers inside of her and had to take a long, slow sip of her fresh glass of wine as she felt his hand finally slide under her panties. Instinctively her legs spread apart slightly, inviting her lover to move toward her opening. She was already so aroused that his fingers easily glided between the wet folds of her inner lips. Gradually, he rubbed a little harder back and forth, nearly driving her mad with desire.
Finally, his thumb and middle finger pushed her engorged lips apart and his thick index finger sunk wholly into her yearning body. She had to stifle a squeal as he began to rotate his digit within her, rubbing the wet flesh of her vaginal walls with each amazing little circle. It did not take long for him to add to her pleasure, as soon his middle finger joined the first, pushing into her slowly up to the knuckle. She intuitively started moving her hips with the movement of his hand and involuntarily exhaled a deep, low breath.
"You okay, mom?" Kristen asked her mother in response to her audible sigh, rousing her from her almost dreamlike state.
Sure sweetheart, she thought to herself, just fine. Other than the fact that your husband is finger-fucking me right now as we speak.
"Of course honey," she replied as Jason's fingers pushed into her further, now moving at a quicker pace as his thumb glanced over her aching clit. "Just getting full, that's all."
Her hands clutched at her napkin as the shameful fingering continued. She could swear that the sloshing noises coming from in between her legs could be heard by everyone at the table.
"Well save some room for desert." her loving, unknowing daughter replied with a sweet smile.
Kayla returned the smile and cursed herself silently for what she had become. Looking into her own child's eyes as the man she loved penetrated her repeatedly with his highly skilled fingers. How could she have let things get to this point? And why did she continue to let it carry on? She knew that the answer to either question was irrelevant. The fact of the matter was that she was trapped. Held hostage by her own addiction to the way Jason made her feel.
He knew it too. Almost as if he could read her mind, he began moving in and out of her in a fast, smooth rhythm, almost challenging her not to pump her hips in time with his tempo. He knew that he was able to tap into those deeply hidden recesses of her psyche whenever they were together, unleashing that wanton sexual being that lay dormant for all those years before he brought it out of her.
Struggling to stifle the trembling that was welling up inside of her, she squirmed as he held his fingers deep inside her, then slowly begin to move them back and forth in a scissoring movement. Her head started spinning and her legs quivered as she felt her orgasm wash over her.
