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We first encountered the fictional character, Muriel, in Dowdy Mother in Law chapters 8 & 10. For a more explicit description of her experiences with Viv and David you can find that in chapter 10 of that series.
This is Muriel's story.
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The year is 1979, these events took place near Nottingham, in England. Muriel Becker was then eighty years old. Her husband, Samuel was seventy-six, a retired chemist.
Although eighty years of age, Muriel was sprightly. She definitely looked her age but was a good looking eighty. In the way she moved and held herself, she wasn't your typical old lady. She walked upright, not stooped. She was of slim build, 5'3 in bare feet. Her hair was totally grey, usually in up in a bun, but just past her shoulders if she let it down. She had high cheekbones and a round face. In her youth, a very pretty face and, if you are the sort that can see past the effects of time, still a pretty face. Chocolate brown eyes with laughter lines and a smile that lit up the room. Her smile made anyone that saw it smile too.
As far as sexual matters went she was quite naive, Samuel (Sam) was her first real boyfriend. They married young, so the same could be said of Sam.
She no longer uncovered her body in public, but she had no reason to be ashamed on a beach. The only man that now saw her body was Sam. When she was naked Sam would see her small breasts hanging down, but not down to her belly, they were still a nice handful, but her nipples now pointed down not out. Her stomach was still quite flat, just a slight roundness, but that just made it look cute. Her bum was feeling the effects of gravity but again not massively so. It was still nice and fleshy, not bony. You could see she once had killer legs and they still weren't bad for an octogenarian. She had small, petite feet.
Between her legs she had a full bush of grey pubic hair. If you were lucky enough to be able to inspect her more closely, you would see the hair naturally thinning out to nothing, the further between her legs you looked. If her legs were together, her outer labia were slightly apart, but her inner labia, the pink interior and her clitoral hood were still hidden from view. As her legs moved apart her full treasures were revealed. She could still get moist enough for penetration, but that would require a patient and experienced lover.
They had two children. The eldest, Ruth, was fifty-eight. She was married to Simon who was the same age. They had no children.
Muriel's youngest was Reuben, ten years younger than his sister. He was married to Sarah, who was forty-two and they had given Muriel two grandchildren. The eldest was Elizabeth, who was twenty and Benjamin, who was eighteen.
Samuel was a keen golfer, it was his passion. It kept him physically in good shape except that, as he got older it wasn't so good for his back. He played a friendly game most Tuesdays, with various men from the club. He played competition matches on some Saturdays during the golf season. He played almost without fail on Sunday mornings, with the same two long standing friends.
Muriel didn't have a passion until recently, but now she did, SEX! It was on her mind constantly, she was frequently masturbating. Sexual activity had dwindled to once every three or four months. It was more out of a sense of duty, rather than need. It was mutual masturbation, rather than penetrative sex.
Although Sam, could sometimes still get an erection, he struggled to maintain it as he got older. More often than not he could get very nearly hard, but not quite hard enough to penetrate Muriel properly. Even in that state he could still achieve orgasm and Muriel knew him so well she could easily get him there. Mutual masturbation satisfied Sam, as it once had Muriel, but not any more.
The reason why started with a meal at the local restaurant. A simple evening out that changed everything for Muriel. She hadn't felt like cooking that evening so Sam suggested they ate out. It was early so there weren't that many diners. The food was usually excellent, it was popular and she knew it would start to fill up as the evening progressed.
Sam wasn't a great conversationalist, especially if there was a plate of food in front of him. Muriel put that down to the war years, when food was in short supply. Get it down you, you don't know when you'll next get the chance. So that's what Sam did.
Muriel enjoyed people-watching, she found it fascinating. Who was just dating? Was it their first date? Were they married? Having an affair? If a same sex couple, were they siblings, just friends or homosexuals? If two men and two women, who was with whom? Endless fun, especially if she could see their faces.
This is because as Muriel got older she had experienced some hearing loss. She couldn't get on with hearing aids and to compensate she had taught herself to lip read. If she could see their face and provided the one speaking moved their lips when talking, she could generally follow the gist of what they were saying. Then, even if she couldn't see the other person's face, she could often piece together the conversation.
They'd just been served their first course when a couple came in, they were shown to the table on Muriel's left. It was a corner table. Each of the two were seated with their backs to a wall, the woman was facing Muriel and Sam's table, the young man had his back to the wall that Muriel faced.
When the couple entered the restaurant Muriel sensed that something had happened to capture the other diners' attention. Muriel didn't turn around but she could now see why.
The woman was extremely attractive and very alluring. But not in a cheap way, she was voluptuous and classy. There was no denying she had the attention of every man in the room. Those that could see her, except Sam, who now had food in front of him!
The young man was tall, dark and handsome. He looked to be in his early twenties, she her late thirties or early forties. Muriel was putting them down as mother and son, until he leaned over to kiss her. Although a quick kiss it would have been totally inappropriate for a son to kiss his mother that way.
They now had Muriel's full attention. She could catch some of their conversation. Without turning her head, she was watching for any more kisses or movement in her peripheral vision.
Perhaps he was a male escort? Muriel had read about them in one of the Sunday papers. Business women with no time for relationships or complications would hire men to take them out for an evening or as their partner to a business function. Perhaps getting something more at the end of the night? Despite her age, Muriel wasn't just a bit intrigued, Muriel was becoming a little excited!
If it had been possible to send a miniature camera up Muriel's dress, past her stocking tops, over her white thighs and under the leg of her white cotton granny panties. If it could be manouvred through the forest of grey pubic hair to her cleft. Then it could have recorded Muriel's pussy starting to swell ever so slightly. Her labia parting, almost imperceptibly. If it also had scent receptors, then it could have registered a marked change in the composition of the air trapped under the cotton knickers.
