Long Time Coming

Being retired with a second husband and three daughters and four grandchildren should be enough some might think. But once I hit seventy I began to look at things a little differently. My husband works out but he is seventy four. We have been together a long time and nothing is as exciting as it once was. Nothing can be translated as sex.
My daughters are all married. How happily depends on the day and the daughter. Their husbands range from sloth like pig to gorgeous stud of a man. This is about the gorgeous one, although the other two have their place too.
John is twenty years my junior. He is successful and good looking. His is fit and has always paid extra attention to me while awaiting nothing in return. They live a few miles away and I see them fairly often. He works from him and Melanie, his wife, works out of the house leaving my imagination to run wild on work days.
When their daughter was younger I was over a lot. I would babysit while he worked and sometimes fantasize of joining him in his office as she napped. Now that she is in middle school I am not over there so much. I think of him alone in that house with that delicious body going to waste.
I invite them as much as possible to come over to dinner or use our pool. He comes and I get an eye full as he plays with his daughter or just lays on the float tanning. His abs rippled and I can only imagine from the bulge in his wet shorts what he has down there.
“Am I terrible?” I often ask myself. I know he loves my daughter but I also know she is not the most sexually active person in the world. He on the other hand strikes me as being a bit more adventurous.
When you get to my age you can see the finish line and you see so many crawl across it wishing they had enjoyed themselves more or filled with regrets. I don’t want to be them. I want to feel alive as long as I can. I want to know what a fifty year old is like, especially a son in law who has given me so much and yet has more to give and unless I read it wrong, will give it willingly.
It is why I have decided to test the waters, so to speak. Will he be able to separate sex from love? I am fairly confident of this. Will he reject me and tell my daughter? I am fairly confident he will not reject me, and I know he won’t tell my daughter no matter what happens.
My husband works most days leaving me plenty of time to kill. I work out and take care of myself. I am dresses in linen pants and a silk blouse. M makeup and jewelry done as I look into he full length mirror in my bedroom.
“Are you really going for it Fran?” I ask myself in the mirror.
“What do you have to lose? He isn’t going to reject you. He is going to make your dreams come true, and you his” the mirror responds. I grab my car keys and walk out the door.

*** Looking for John (who has wanted his mother in law for 30 years) PM me ***

Being married to Melanie gave me a wonderful life. Her family was great. They all lived close to one another and the holidays were always great. Her mother Fran was a godsend when Melanie decided to start her career after having our daughter. She would come over and watch the baby to give me time to work. Hell, she did not only watch my daughter, she watched me too. More times than not she would bring me lunch while I was working in my office. Her being around made me take the welcome break to eat, and it was nice to have someone to eat lunch with as well.

Fran had always taken care of herself and was pleasing on the eye. Thank goodness she would gather up the lunch dishes and take them out so I did not have to. I think it would have been hard to explain the hardon I was sporting and I could stay sitting in my chair letting the desk hide my condition. There were times that I would take an afternoon off during the warmer months before our daughter started school and we would go over to her and her new husband’s house and spend an afternoon around the pool. My daughter would be splashing around with her grandma, and I would relax on a float and watch them. Fran looked great in a bikini. And her granddaughter splashing her and getting it very wet did not hurt the view at all. Many a time I would have to roll over to sun my back while watched to hide my arousal. When I did swim, I would catch Fran checking me out. I shrugged it off as a casual glance, but at times it seemed to me she was looking at my bulge in my swimsuit once in a while. I swear that once in a while it seemed to me that she licked her lips when she caught a look at it before looking up the rest of my body to smile at me as I drew nearer to where she was.

After my daughter started going to school, that time with my mother-in-law became less and less. We did still visit often for dinner or to spend a Saturday or Sunday afternoon lazing around the pool. Her husband would be paying attention to my daughter, playing in the pool or chatting about what she was up too in school. He was a great guy and loved my daughter as much as the rest of the family did. But I still would feel Fran’s eyes on me, especially when I was in a swimsuit. I tried to brush it off as her just being polite and paying attention to me because everyone else was playing in the pool with my daughter. But it would still go through my mind once in a while when I was alone at home while working and day dreaming.

Those day dreams turned to checking out porn with older women and younger men. I loved my wife, but her drive in her career brought her home tired after her time at the gym more nights then not and our having sex became less and less. I mean, a man has his needs doesn’t he? So I found myself during my breaks from work watching older women and younger men porn on my computer. More than once I would relieve myself when a video was hot. I would push back in my chair a bit, drop my pants and take matters into my own hand. The site I browsed the most had the best videos and I found myself cumming very hard when I was watching them. The ones I liked the most dealt with the older woman coming over to the man’s house, unannounced, dressed very nicely and finally saying she had noticed his arousal.

Then came the day I was about to take a break. Just the thought of logging into the website had me turned on. There was a knock on my office door, and before I could get across the room to open the door, Fran let herself in. Her outfit showed off her assets very well. The linen slacks fit her ass perfectly and the silk blouse was opened just enough to show off her cleavage nicely. Damn, my mother-in-law took good care of herself. Her makeup was modest, but worked for her perfectly. Were her nipples erect? “Shake yourself out of it John, staring at Fran’s tits are not going to help your condition,” I said to myself in my head. “You better hope she does not see your freaking hardon.”

“Hello, Fran. I was not expecting you. I would have put some pants on instead of kicking around in a pair of shorts. What can I do for you today?”

I immediately feel like a fool the second I see him. I have barged into his kitchen, unannounced, dressed to the nines and there he is. What am I to say? I have thought of all the things you see in movies.
“Hello, Fran. I was not expecting you. I would have put some pants on instead of kicking around in a pair of shorts. What can I do for you today?” he says with his charming tone and warm smile.
"You can strip me like a cheap whore and use me till your sick of it" flashes through my head as thirty years of pornographic fantasies fill my head.
"It's what I am going to do for you," no it's too awkward.
"I hope you are not too busy. If you are I can come back if you are," I say almost running out the door. You quick response keeps me there.
I feel my heart racing like it hasn't since I was a newlywed and guys would hit on me. That was a long time ago. I can't believe I am here. He is unreadable, I think but how do I know. We are both attractive people who have never had a cross moment and clearly there is chemistry between my genes and his as seen in his interaction with my daughter, possibly two, but that is another story all together.
I walk over and slowly pull out a chair across from him as his eyes subtly move down from my face.
"Is he checking me out?" I wonder feeling a warm sensation fill my body. I am on fire with electric energy just dying to be freed.
I sit and put my hands in my lap and smile at him. I begin.
"John we have known each other a long time," I start. I have to quiet him as he agrees but would side track this and I have to get it out. "We have known each other a long time and well I am getting to an age where, well, I don't want any regrets." I say thinking I have just laid my cards on the table and he should know by now I am asking him to bed. He nods silently seemingly unaware of my proposition. I take a deep breath and become aware of my nipples standing tall under my sheer blouse.
"I know you and Melanie are not, well, I know she is not, interested," I finally say awkwardly as I feel my face blush like a school girl asking a boy to a dance.
Sensing my frustration he smiles and reaches across the table and encourages me to just say it. I look at him, judging his interest and buying time then I go for it.
"John I am not getting any younger and we can have a mutual physical relationship we both will benefit from," I blurt out. I have never been one for flowery language or beating around the bush and there it is. Like it was sitting on the table between us. I raise my eyes having divulged one of my life's great secrets with the nervousness of the possibility that he will laugh and send me home ashamed.

After we sit down I listen to everything Fran has to say. I can see from both her body and listening to her words that she has been checking me out over the years. It is possible that it is totally a physical attraction, as it is with me. I have known for years that she cares about all of her family, even her husband. He like my wife is wrapped up in their career and being the best they can be at their vocation, which I too desire to do and feel is honorable. Both he and my wife have done well to be able to take care of their families with the nicer things in life. And I also understand she loves her husband as I do Melanie.

I clear my throat, and with my hands on the table, I wiggle my fingers for her to give me her hands. Once she reaches across pulls her hands from her lap and places them in mine. I curl my fingers around her hand and hold them tenderly while she finishes saying what she has to say.

A smile crosses my face and I look into Fran’s eyes, “Fran…over the years I have seen how you look at me and I think you may have caught me looking at you as well. I mean the way a woman your age looks in a bikini is great. And trust me, laying on my stomach on the pool float is not because I am working on the tan on my back.”

She gives my hand a soft squeeze, smiles and giggle nervously as I tell her about her in her bikini. I return the squeeze and smile bigger.

“Fran, I am going to be honest. Melanie and my love life is pretty much non-existent. I have to find other ways to find my relief. And Fran, many of those times involve me thinking about you when I do. I am flattered to hear you say that you have a desire to have a physical relationship with me.”

I see her shoulders sag a bit when I tell her I am flattered. I let go of her hands and get up and move closer to her. I don’t look for myself, but I am pretty sure that she can tell as I move closer my arousal is giving me away about how I feel about her at this moment. I sit closer and take her hands again, lacing my fingers with her and sit as close as the chairs will allow.

“Fran, I have liked and loved you for so many years. Since we first met when Melanie and I started dating. But I have a confession to make to you as well.”

Again her shoulders sagged. I chuckled softly and squeezed her hands as I leaned in to kiss her softly. Fran mewed softly as my lips met hers. I said to myself, “the cats out of the bag now.” I reached up and slid one of my hands into her hair. The kiss became more heated as I let my tongue snake out and brush across her lips. She melted into my embrace and kiss. I pressed closer and moved our hands to my lap, letting the back of her hand brush over my shorts covered hardness.

I broke the kiss and spoke softly, “I have been attracted to you more and more over the past years. I catch myself looking at you and wondering what you look like out of your bikini, or with your dress puddled on the floor around your ankles. To the point that during some of my breaks from work, I watch older women and younger men porn to get off. I only ask for a couple of things if we are going to have that physical relationship that you want, Fran. When we do get physical with each other that it does not happen in either of our wedding beds. We both have guest rooms, if you catch my drift. And second, we do not sneak off together at family gatherings to satisfy our needs with one another.”

She appeared to give a sigh of relief when she saw that I did not reject her advances and was amiable to taking our relationship in the direction she wished. I smiled as I looked into her eyes and gave her a chance to speak.

Fran cannot believe how well this is going. His kiss and touch are better than she imagined. His admitted desire, although not surprising after all these years or glancing at each other is not surprising but certainly welcome to be admitted.

"Oh John" she swoons overly dramatic but a new lover after all these years. All these years of physical desire and obedience to her vows. Now that was over. He was as ready to do this as she..

Looking into his eyes she smiles and slides her right hand up his thigh.

"John I am so glad we can be for each other" she says gently. Her hand now pressing his cock with her palm. "We are not children after the prom" her tone changes to a more direct approach. "Although I appreciate your respect for our marriage beds and family life" she says as her manicured fingers deftly slide his zipper down against his rock hard cock.

She looks into his eyes and knows she has him in her hand, nearly literally. She continues to speak as they both watch her open his pants and pull his hard on out and wrap her obscenely adulterous hand around it. She does not gently take it like a virgin on her wedding night. She grips it firmly and strokes it with an experienced hand. She can see he is unaccustomed to a woman who really knows what she is doing.

"John I am not looking for a nice respectable situation here" she said as her tone grew more serious and her hand quickened. "I want it" she growled slowing her hand and tightening her grip. "I want it hot," she said letting the "s" linger on her lips as she looked at him. Then she leaned over and pulled his head to her lips. She kissed the his head already wet with pre-cum. Then she pressed her lips down over the head and swirled her tongue as her hand continued pumping. She sucked on him and savored the moans she brought from him. Then after a few minutes as she knew he was on verge. On the verge of cumming in his wife's mother's mouth sitting at his kitchen table she stopped. Her hand moved to the base of his cock and held him tight keeping him from cumming if he could not control himself.

She sat up and wiped her saliva covered chin with her free hand and looked at John.

"So John you will need to be willing to test the boundaries" she said seeing the need in his face a she knew her hand was holding back thirty years or desire. "Tell me you will do what I want, when I want, where I want, and I will give you what you need" she said like a cold hearted business executive making a deal.

I gasped softly when I felt her hand move along my thigh until it came to rest on my hard on. My cock twitched inside my shorts under the palm of her hand. I listened to her as she reached for my zipper and slowly slid the zip down to free my cock from the confines of my shorts.

She started stroking my cock as she continued to speak. I started dripping precum immediately.

"John I am not looking for a nice respectable situation here. I want it. I want it hot," she said. The whole time stroking my cock and her grip became firmer and her strokes slow and steady. I could not help but moan when she bent down and kissed the head of my cock. Her tongue snaking out to taste my precum then wrapping her lips around the head of my cock and teasing me with her tongue as her hand continued to work my cock. I was so excited I was getting close to cumming. I could not believe that the mother of my beautiful wife was sucking my cock and jacking me in my kitchen.

She stopped without warning and wiped her mouth with her free hand as she wiped her chin with the other and looked at me.

Fran said, "So John you will need to be willing to test the boundaries. Tell me you will do what I want, when I want, where I want, and I will give you what you need" Her tone was very businesslike and somewhat cold. My cock held tightly in her hand, my mind was racing.

“Wha…wha...what do you mean, Fran?” were all the words I could muster.
She smiled and her hand moved from my cock and she sat back in her chair. “I will be the one calling the shots on the when and where our trysts occur. I will call you and tell you I am coming over or for you to come over to my house. If I am coming here, I will expect you to be naked and kneeling at the front entryway when I arrive. If you are coming to me, you are to strip once you come in the house and come to me and drop to your knees in front of me. I may have other instructions for you as well, but that is the start. Do you understand?”

I nodded and softly said, “Yes I do, Fran.”

“So to get started today, you are still dressed, John. Fix that issue.”

I don’t know what came over me. Without hesitation I stood up and peeled off my t-shirt, kicked off my shoes and shucked my shorts. I stood in front of my mother-in-law naked as the day I was born with a hardon pulsing in front of me. Fran gave a soft nod and smiled, but then frowned as I stood there. All she did was point to the floor. I looked down, then I understood what she meant and dropped to my knees and looked up at her seated in the kitchen chair.

Fran smirked as she felt she had total control over this man. Her fancy successful daughter who could twist every man to her will, even her own daddy. Now was Fran's turn.

Fran stood and smiled a condescending smile at John on his knees then she walked into the formal dinning room.

"Come Johnny" she said as if calling a dog, since he had not followed her..

The room contained a hutch of expensive china and a large polished deep brown wooden table that sat ten without the leafs. The windows looked out on the neightborhood but were covered with opaque white drapes that let the light in but no curious onlookers.

Fran slipped off her shoes and stepped in her stocking covered feet on the plush white carpet. She walked to the head of the table where Melanie sat at family dinners. Fran pulled the chair out ruffling the perfectly vacuumed carpet. She turned and sat on the chair and watched John crawl in.

"Do you like stockings and feet John?" she asked as she sat with her legs open in her slacks. "Would you like to kiss my feet?" Fran asked holding her small foot up towards him.

I watched Fran rise from her chair, catching a glimpse of her cleavage and enjoying the way her slacks cover her wonderful bottom. I wondered if she was wearing pantyhose or stockings as I watched her head towards the dining room. She stopped in the doorway and called for me to follow her. I got onto my hands and knees, and followed her into the dining room.

Fran slipped off her shoes and stepped onto the white carpet with her stocking covered feet. I was not worried about the neighbors seeing anything with the sheer drapes over the windows. Fran sat in my wife’s spot at the table. I followed her with my excitement leading the way, my mind going a million miles an hour wondering what my mother-in-law was up to. I made a note to myself I would need to vacuum the carpet after Fran left so Melanie would not see that anyone had been in the formal dining room.

I dropped down in front of her onto my knees and sat on my heels. I looked up her legs to her face as I settled. Then she as me how I felt about stockings and feet, before asking me if I wanted to kiss her feet as she lifted one of her feet. I noticed that her toes were painted and covered with the sheerest of stockings. I felt a bit excited about the idea of playing with her feet. Melanie never let me near her feet.

“Yes, I would Fran. Your feet are so sexy with those red painted toenails and your stockings look like they would feel so nice.” I answered. I then leaned over and took her small foot into my hands and kissed each toe then the top of her foot. Her feet smelled lightly of the leather of her heels that she kicked off. It was not off putting at all. The feel of her stockings on my lips felt nice. I gently massaged her foot as I laid it into my lap and look up at Fran to see if she enjoyed what I had done.

“Your feet are very sexy, Fran,” I said. I felt her foot move to my hard penis and start to caress the underside of my cock. I did my best to sit still. I was no used to being in such a submissive posture with anyone, let alone a person I was hoping to have sex with.

"Oh John" Fran sighed as his hands caressed her foot. His lips soft on her toes sent long over due sensations up her inner thigh. She adjusted her self and her foot found his cock in his lap, hard as a rock.
"Mmmmm" Fran sighed as her small foot pressed into his length. Her toes slipping around the head.
'She never liked stockings" Fran said as she pushed the chair back and stood. She looked at John on his knees, so submissive, so handsome. She opened the thin belt and unzipped the slacks and let them slide down her surprisingly well toned thighs he had admired all summer. Sh wore cream garters holding up the thigh high silk stockings. She stepped out of her slacks and neatly folded them and laid them on the table. She turned and face John. Her mound was covered in light grey hair as he took her in. She began unbuttoning her blouse.
"I have wanted this for so long. So many variations John. She slid the blouse off her shoulders and now stood naked save the garters and hose, a necklace and ear rings.
"Still interested in your old mother in law?" she said knowing from his open mouth he was going no where.
She pulled the chair away and moved to lean her ass against the perfectly polished table where Melanie took Thanksgiving dinner the an empress. "Would you like to eat here John?" she asked clearly implying the gravity of the scene and perceived frustration in his marriage.
"I have always been thankful you put up with her John and wish I had approached you before. I love Melanie, she is my daughter, but she, like her father can be a bit..." she paused looking for the right word "egocentric."
She smiled and leaned forward taking his face in her small hands. 'We can do anything John. No one will ever know. All our fantasies for the taking. This is one of mine" he said pulling him gently towards her as she slid up onto the table.

I moaned softly when she placed her foot on the entire length of my hard cock and slipped the toes around the head. I sat there watching her every move as she stood up. Fran opened her belt then the front of her slacks to show me first she was not wearing panties, second that she was wearing stockings. The slacks slide down her wonderful legs, so toned and tan. I became a bit more excited and felt my cock throb when I noticed no tan lines and her neatly trimmed silver bush. I guess Franny does some nude sunbathing when no one is around and her house.

She turned and neatly folded her slacks and set them aside on the table, giving me a very good look at her nicely toned ass, a soft down of soft hair glistened in the light of the room. When she bent over the table to lay down the slacks, I got a nice glimpse of her smooth pucker and pussy. Her excitement was showing, I think I saw a little drop of her dew before she stood back up to face me. Her hands moved ever so slowly and teasingly as she unbuttoned the blouse to expose her breasts. I swallowed hard when I saw for sure she laid around the pool nude with the absence of tan lines. Her breasts were heavy and her nipples stood out proud and aroused. My hard penis twitched as I saw her standing there in all her splendor wearing nothing but her jewelry, garter and hose.

"Still interested in your old mother in law?" she said knowing as I sat there with my open mouth, going nowhere. All I could do was nod and lick my lips.

She moved the chair out of the way and put her pert bottom onto the polished table we at Thanksgiving dinner, with Melanie proceeding over the festivities like an empress. Fran asked me if I wanted to eat and I scooted closer as she continued to speak as she looked down at me kneeling in front of her.

"I have always been thankful you put up with her John and wish I had approached you before. I love Melanie, she is my daughter, but she, like her father can be a bit..." she paused looking for the right word "egocentric."

She leaned up and took my face in her hands as pulled me up and leaned back. 'We can do anything John. No one will ever know. All our fantasies for the taking. This is one of mine"

As she laid back I kissed her softly and then moved my lips to the inside of her knees. I kissed each one tenderly and began to work my way up her stocking covered calves until reaching the top of the stockings. I kissed the sensitive flesh at the top of her stockings and the inside of her thigh. I nipped my way further up her legs, inhaling her fragrance deeply as I got closer to my goal. Her bush was trimmed neatly, her pussy smooth and glistening in the light. Not sure why, but I wondered if she shaved or was waxed as I moved closer, my tongue snaking out of my mouth to lick lightly over her damp labia.

She tasted as good as she looked, no, better. I let my tongue open up her flower and licked the petals collecting her dew on the tip of my tongue. I slowly worked my way up until I reaches her pearl of a clit. It was hard with her excitement and she gasped when I ran the tip of my tongue around it and over the tip. I felt her fingers slide into my hair and pull me closer to her pussy. My lips moved around her clit and sucked on it gently as I continued to tease it with my tongue.

Fran’s legs wrapped around my head and she rested her heels on my back as I ate my lunch on the dining room table. I felt her silk covered feet moving up and down my back. My cock twitched as I felt her ass squirm underneath my face as I ate her pussy like a starving man. Her moans became louder and her fingers curled into my hair to make sure my lips would not move from it position.

My mother-in-law arched her back, lifting her ass up off the table and forcing her pussy onto my mouth harder. “Oh fuck, John, if I knew you could eat pussy like this I would not have waited so long to make a pass at you.” She arched more and rewarded me for my hard work her pussy, I could feel her juices running down my chin as I lapped up as much of it as I could before lifting my face and letting her ass fall to the table.

I looked up at her over her toned and tanned body, wiping my chin on the back of my hand. I stood up between her legs, letting her heels rest on my shoulders. It was my turn to look down at her. My precum dripping cock was pointed right at her freshly eaten pussy. I grinned at her with a wink.

“Franny, not it is my turn to take control.” I said with a smile. My hand wrapped around the base of my cock and I ran the head between the petals of her wet orchid. She moaned as I teased her with my cock head. I got it nice and wet with her nectar and rubbed it over her clit. Again she arched her back in her excitement. “Fuck John, I need that beautiful cock inside of me.”

I kept teasing her slit and clit with the head of my cock, making her squirm this time. I thought the apple did not fall far from the tree, Melanie would squirm and beg me to fuck her when we were first married when I did the same thing. I teased her a bit more before sliding the head into the entrance of her pussy. I folded her up as I leaned in. My hands moved to her wrists and I placed them over her head and held them tightly.

“I am sorry, dear Franny. I am not sure I quite heard you. What did you say?” The smirk was now on my face as I had her trapped and wanting. She tapped her silk covered heels on my shoulders.

“John, I need you to fuck me like the slut you want me to be for you,” she said. I started moving my hips forward, inching my length into her slowly.

"Oh dear did my son in law know how to pleasure a woman!" I thought as my orgasm rushed ahead and I felt my fingers grab his hair and pull him into me.

"Oh God Yes John!" I cried out echoing through the house as my arched and twisted with the convulsion of orgasm. He was so attentive and not rushed but with the perfect pressure and motion to send me places I had not been in many years.

The fantasy was real. So many holidays I had sat at this table watching him accept his wife's subtle jabs and dominant arrogance imagining how he must make her pay in the bed room. I would imagine him calling her a "bitch" as he pounded into her. Then when about to cum pull out and make her suck it off covered in her juices.

“Franny, not it is my turn to take control.” she heard him say snapping her back into the moment. She looked up at him standing over her with his young hard cock throbbing inches from her. She said nothing, just watched him begin.

"Be gentle John, it has been years since Bill has been able to get it up" Fran said as the weight of the moment rested against her. She was suddenly nervous like a school girl with her best friend's boyfriend.

"Have you been faithful all these years John?" she asked as her hands slid out to the edge of the cold hard table. Seeing his surprised reaction she was not sure if it was just the question or if he had actually done anything, "It's OK John, I know you and Julie (Melanie's younger sister) flirt a lot" Fran said. "I have had lovers" she said surprisingly easy as she had never told anyone before.

Not wanting to lose the moment she deftly brought her feet down from his shoulders and slid them around his hips ready to pull him into her.

She smiled up at her young son in law and said "this is timeless, this is free, be yourself and no secrets" she sighed and then pushed her heels into his hips trying to bring him forward and into her.

Still holding her hands over her head, my mother-in-law had a few tricks of her own. Talking to me to turn me on that much more. Then when she brought up Julie she did surprise me. “How does she know about Melanie’s sister and me,” I said in my head. I looked down into her eyes as I slid into her an inch more when she told me she has had lovers in the past as well. She slid her legs from my shoulders and wrapped them around waist and tried to pull me closer as well.

“Franny, Julie and my relationship is kind of unique. She and I do things together that Melanie or Patrick won’t do with us.”

Fran pulled me into her deeper and smiles as I was telling her about me and her younger daughter. I was holding myself back as much as I could. She was using her heels to move me back and forth, my cock sliding in a bit more each time.

“Oh? So what is it that my Julie do for you that my Melanie won’t do for you, Johnny? Is my Julie a nasty little cock sucker?”

I pushed myself into her pussy the rest of the way, letting my balls come to rest on her ass. I leaned down and kissed her quickly then whispered in a deep voice what it was that Julie would do that Melanie would not.

“Franny, your Julie loves my big cock in her ass.”

I pulled out almost all the way. She gasped, I was not sure it was the quick out stroke of my cock or the fact that her little angel like to have her ass fucked by me. I started fucking her with long strokes in and out. Our groins slapping together with each stroke. Fran was scooting back and forth across the table with each stroke and her breathing became quicker.

I could believe that I had hit the trifecta with this family, my wife, her sister and now their mother. All of these women turned me on so much over the years. My mother-in-law started tapping her heels on my back with each stroke. I moved my mouth down to suck one of her magnificent nipples into my mouth. It felt so familiar in my mouth, Julie and Melanie both got their nipples from their mother. I chewed softly on her nipple as I teased it with the tip of my tongue, savoring having it trapped in my mouth.

John was good. Fran was thoroughly enjoying his patient way and his magnificent cock slowly working it's way fully into her. She watched this man who only an hour before had been the object of masturbation fantasy now divulging intimate secrets of her youngest.

Fran resisted smiling too much with the revelation “Franny, your Julie loves my big cock in her ass.” She knew Julie was not the sweet church mouse she portrayed herself as. Even back when they shared the same roof there was plenty of evidence of her youngest's sexual appetite. Condom wrappers in her purse or in the trash after weekend trips. Fran had walked in on Julie a few times with boys and sometimes alone.

Neither of her girls were open with her about their sexuality or lack there of in Melanie's case but a mother knows these things.

"OH God!" Fran moaned as John leaned into her and pressed his pelvis into her clit and took her nipple in his hungry mouth. She reached up and pulled his mouth tight onto her.

"That's it Johnny, suck momma's tit" she sighed obscenely. Her legs kicked into his ass as he firmly drove himself into her.

"Jesus how does she go back to Patrick with his little cock after this?" she said without thinking. Then grabbed his head with both hands and grunted "fuck me!"

"Fuck, I let that slip" she thought as her head spun with the lies they all lived and the amazing sex she was having. "I have to take his mind of that, off Patrick" she thought searching for a way.

"How do you want to cum?" she asked as he looked up at her. "I can feel your close, where do you want to cum Johnny?" she panted trying to keep herself together as her son in law was well beyond gentle making love and had moved on to selfish fucking.

"Anything you want Johnny, I just want to make you happy" she groaned as her body surged with the ideas in her head. And then he pulled her into him with his hands on her thighs and his cock pressed her hottest button.

She jerked, arching her back off the table as her face twisted and he felt her muscles constrict around his cock buried deep inside her. Her arms gripped the edges of the table where in a few days the would gather to give thanks, and she would sit hot and wet remembering this.

She fought her heavy eyelids open and looked at him, almost asking for mercy as she came again and again with each thrust. Her mouth was open but silent. her hands suddenly grabbed his arms as she looked at him searching for the end to this mind bending orgasm.

"That's it Johnny, suck momma's tit" she sighed obscenely. Her words and the fact she called herself momma just drove me on to suckle on her nipple like a babe. Her heels tapping my ass as I fucked her drove me on. Her comment about the size of Patrick’s cock caught me a bit off guard, but it was not something I did not already know. Julie have said similar things when I was fucking her in the past. It did make me wonder how Fran had found out about his little dick. Had Julie told her or did mom know for herself first hand.

“Fuck me,” Franny cried as she took hold of my face with her hands and pulled it towards her face. I gleefully obliged her and pumped in and out of her wonderful old cunt with long hard strokes. The table shook under us with each stroke and her bouncing her ass up and down as I fucked her.

"How do you want to cum?" she asked as he looked up at her. "I can feel your close, where do you want to cum Johnny?" She was right, I was getting close. And her plea for wanting to know where I wanted to cum drove me even crazier with lust. When she cried out she just wanted to make me happy sparked the idea that a few of the videos had given me. I kept fucking the silver goddess underneath me with her cunt wrapped around my cock until she came on the very table we would be having Thanksgiving dinner on. I knew I was going to hard sitting at the table across from mom as we feasted.

I gritted my teeth to keep from cumming as she bucked and her pussy rippled its contractions along my length. Each time I thrust into her, she came again and again. When she had enough fucking she reached up and grabbed my arms and cried out, “cum where ever you want, John. I don’t care where. I am only a vessel for your enjoyment.

I grinned to myself as I pulled out of her and pulled her off the table and on to her knees on the carpet of the dining room. As she looked up to me, I wrapped my hand around my cock and began stroking with vigor. Like a little bird, Franny opened her mouth to be fed. I aimed my cock at her mouth as I jerked off, looking down at my mother-in-law. When I started to cum I let my hand fall back as my balls pumped spurt after spurt of cum out. It was not until I looked down that I saw not only had I fed her most of the load I had in my balls from not masturbating for a week, but I had painted her face with a good part of it. Fran looked up at me with a big smile and was using her fingers to move any of the cum that had landed on her face into her mouth.

Fran said nothing as she sucked her fingers clean of his cum. Oh what cum it was, thick, hot and abundant. She had not had a facial like that in a long time.

"Oh John" she sighed as she looked up glistening with his moisture as the morning sun streamed in the white translucent shades. "That was better than I ever imagined" she said as she leaned forward and licked the last drop of cum off his semi hard cock. She sucked it into her mouth with a moan and brought her hands to her breasts.

"God how does Melanie not want this?" she said as she got to her feet. The table had clear signs of their tryst. She stepped to John and leaned her naked body against his chest as her garters pressed against his thigh.

"Why did we wait so long?" she sighed soaking in his warm flesh.

She went to the kitchen and brought back a clothe and polished the table as he watched. She bent over erotically to reach the farthest area on the table. She turned and smiled at John as he stood silently watching with his cock throbbing with life. Fran's eye rose from it to his face with a smile. "Round two?" she said as a challenge and an invite. Then she walked back into the kitchen and put away her cleaning supplies.

"Now how have you imagined doing me?" she said standing in the doorway. Leaning against the wall with her arms folded under hr breasts. "The guest room while Bill and Melanie are out at the pool with the kids? Your office as you pretend to work and I pretend to babysit as the babies slept? In your car as you drive me home after a couple glasses of wine while babysitting? Tell me how you have imagined taking me" she asked wantonly.

I watched Fran clean my cum off her face and tell me how much better than she imagined it would be, before she leaned up, licked the drop of cum from the head of my cock then sucked it into her mouth as she rubbed her tits and moaned.

"God how does Melanie not want this?" she said as she got to her feet. I loved the feeling of her naked body pressing against my hot body and rubber her stocking clad leg against my thigh. The silk covered thigh brushed the tip of my cock, exciting me once again. She sighed, “Why did we wait so long?”

She turned and headed to the kitchen. I watched her ass sway as she went into the kitchen and could not help but reach down and give my cock a quick stroke to help bring it back to life. I leaned against the wall catching my breath as she came back with a cloth and some polish and removed the evidence of our tryst from the table we would be having dinner with the whole family in less than a week.

Her questions on how we would proceed with round two rattle around in my brain. So many of her ideas/suggestions sounded so much like most of the porn I watched when I masturbated. It made me wonder of if my mother-in-law had not been watching the same videos as I have. She was leaning against the wall as she asked me how we were doing to do it, with her arms crossed under her breasts.

I smiled and started towards her. “Fran, you don’t know how many times I imagined you and me in my office. You coming in after you had put my daughter down for her nap while I was busy on the computer. Pulling my cock our and starting to suck me to distract me from what I was doing.” I reached out and took her hand and led her to my office which was right off the dining room and kitchen. I let go of her hand and kissed her quickly before moving over to my desk and sitting down like I was working.

Fran stood in the door of the office for a moment, her mind probably figuring out how to go about it. I could see her out of the corner of my eye and opened my browser back up to the porn site I was watching when she knocked on the door. I started the video, it was of an office scenario older woman and man. I looked over to her with a smile as I leaned back in my chair and started to watch, my hand moving to my lap to stroke my cock. She moved across the room and crawled under my desk through the open front. I felt her brush my hand away from my cock and wrap her hand around it.

I felt her breasts brush against my legs as she moved herself closer and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. This time she was not trying to tease me, she was taking her time and enjoying herself as she started to suck my cock. She was tasting herself on my cock and lapping it all off. I could hear her moan as she work her tongue along my length cleaning our last bout off my cock before she finally wrapped her lips around my cock and inched her way down my cock all the way. I let out a moan and slide my hand into her hair, holding her there with my cock head lodged in her throat.

John had read her mind. So many days she would sit at the kitchen table having tea while Emily slept and he worked fantasizing of this. She even remembered the day she masturbated in the bathroom she got so excited. That was nothing. Her knees on the carpet felt sublime as her hands moved forward as she crawled towards his open legs. His cock hard again as she moved his hand. She inhaled their sex then tasted it as he jumped with her warm wet tongue slipping up and down.

She moans enjoying the taste and the moment as one hand played between her legs the other cupped his heavy balls as she worked him awkwardly into her mouth and throat. She could not contain her moan as it reverberated through him and he moaned as well. She banged her head on the desk as she started sliding up and down his shaft.

"Do you know how long I have wanted to do this, just like this?" she sighed as she moved her mouth down and gently took his balls into her mouth. Her fingers massaged lower, just shy of his ass as he sat on the edge of the leather chair offering himself as much as possible. She wrapped her hand that was now wet with her own juices around his cock and slowly stroked as she suckled his heavy balls.

The computer volume increased and she heard another woman saying "Oh god yes John fuck me! Fuck momma!"

She could not help herself as she pushed him and his chair back enough so she could look up at the monitor. There was an older woman about her age and a man about John's age in a porno, going at it like teenagers. She watched for a moment as he had her on a desk looking up at him fucking her.

She turned to John with a devilish smile. John was clearly relieved to see his porn interest were not upsetting Fran. He watched as she slipped up between him and his desk then sat on the desk and smiled.

She pushed the keyboard and mouse to the side and laid back sighing "live the fantasy" as she opened her stocking covered legs for him.

John stood as hard as ever and looked down at her. Her hands reached out for his cock to guide him into her. Her eyes met his and she smiled. "Later you have to show me the videos you watch when you think about my Julie." Her eyes rolled back as John moved forward into her.

I continued to watch the video as my mother-in-law savored my cock, moaning as she took my full length in her mouth and throat. She banged her head on the bottom of the desk a few times moved her head up and down until she took me fully into her mouth. Her fingers massaged my taint as she worked on taking both of my balls into her mouth, which made me moan loudly. As she was finishing licking me all over, I turned up the volume on the computer. The video was one of my favorites, and the guy was called John. "Oh god yes John fuck me! Fuck momma!"

As soon as Fran heard that line, she pushed the chair back from the desk so she could scoot up to see what was on the monitor. Her hand slide up and down my cock as she watched the two people on the monitor fucking like teenagers, before sliding up and sitting on my desk. Those stocking covered legs slid open exposing her wet pussy.

Fran reached out and took hold of my cock and pulled me towards her pussy with a mischievous smile as I stood to let the head of my cock come to rest at the opening of her pussy. "Later you have to show me the videos you watch when you think about my Julie." With that I eased my cock into her cunt. I growled as I felt that hot moistness. My load from our quickie in the dining room acted like a lubricant and I started fucking her with slow long strokes. Once again, her heels went to my hips, hooking me into the grasp of her legs to urge me on. Leaning back on my desk and looking into my eyes, my mother-in-law chewed on her lower lip as I slid in and out of her.

“Does Momma want to me to fuck her like I do her Julie one of these days? Is that why you want to see the videos I watch when I think about her Julie?”

I watched her blush red once I had said that and slammed into her fully and ground against her waiting for her answer. As soon as I went balls deep into Fran, she let out a squeak and wiggled her hips to cause me to grind against her clit. I could feel her pussy quivering around my cock, another orgasm about to happen. I started pumping in and out of her with abandon. When she was not looking into my eyes, she was stealing peaks at the video. Fran brought one hand up to grab hold of one of her magnificent tits and began playing with her nipple and squeezing the tit.

“Yes, John. I want to be a total slut for you. I want to have that wonderful cock of yours in all my holes.” And then she came, falling back on the desk and her body quaking as her pussy contracted around my cock. I kept fucking her with wild abandon as she came, determined to make sure this was not the only orgasm she had before I came. And since she got the easy one in the dining room, I was sure that I might have to wipe up a puddle on my desk before the afternoon was over.

“Oh yes, momma. Cum for me. Squeeze my cock with that momma pussy.”

Fran was in heaven. She had found her secret passion. He wanted "momma" and momma wanted him.

"Fuck me son" she sighed as her body was in a seeming continuous wave of orgasm. His cock felt wonderful and his desire against her took her back to her youth.

"You want me don't you?" she gasped her hands clutching at her breasts. "You want to fuck momma? cum in momma? Don't you Johnny?" she asked. Her tongue wet her lips as her body worked in perfect unison with his.

They savored their union on his desk, staring into each others eyes as his cock moved firm and smooth into her. She held herself for him enjoying every moment.

"Oh Johnnny you made Momma cum, your a big boy now" she said as if speaking to one of her grandsons. She smiled up at him, a smile like none he had seen on her face before. Gratitude and satisfaction, like Julie after she cums.

She looked at him, seeming to hesitate then said it, "I want to watch you and Julie." She searched his face for any hint of disapproval or rejection. "I love to watch two people drawn together against societal norms and unable to deny it. Oh god yes!" she moaned and her eyes rolled back as the mere idea sent her not orgasm.

"You should invite all of us to stay over for a shared Christmas morning" she said as though she had this planned out. Her hips worked in perfect rhythm with his. "You can ask Julie to help you in the basement and have a quickee while I watch from a hiding spot." her voice was form and serious. "Will you Johnny? Will you let me watch you fuck my little Julie with Melanie just upstairs? And Patrick.." her voice softened as she was nearing another orgasm. "And Bill and .. oh god.. the grand children... her body twisted as her face turned as she seized with intensity. She gasped and collected herself "and let me watch" as she exhaled.

Listening to Franny turn into the lust filled woman I was fucking turned me on even more. I fucked my mother-in-law as she told I had made momma cum and was a big boy. The glow on her cheeks and breast just like her Julie when she came.

Then when she looked up at me and said, "I want to watch you and Julie. I love to watch two people drawn together against societal norms and unable to deny it. Oh god yes!"

As she came again, it triggered my own orgasm. I rammed my cock as deep as I could into Fran’s cunt and exploded again as if I had not just came earlier. Filling my mother-in-law with my cum. She kept talking as I came and our hips slapped against each other’s in perfect rhythm. Breathlessly as she quaked under me she kept talking, laying out her plan to be able to watch me and Julie fuck.

"You should invite all of us to stay over for a shared Christmas morning. You can ask Julie to help you in the basement and have a quickie while I watch from a hiding spot. Will you Johnny? Will you let me watch you fuck my little Julie with Melanie just upstairs? And Patrick and Bill and ... oh god... the grandchildren... and let me watch"

“Yes! Yes, momma. Your boy would love to have you watch me as I fucked your daughter in the ass while everyone was upstairs. You know I always hide Melanie’s present in the basement. It might just work, and getting your Julie into the den for a quickie will be easy. She is always up for being my dirty girl and getting fucked in the ass.”

I felt her pussy grip me harder than it did before. She exhaled and gushed all over my cock and balls and all over the top of my desk. Her quivering pussy milked the last of my seed from my cock and held me tight inside of her. My body shook as the last of my orgasm washed over me and I leaned down and kissed her passionately on the top of my desk.

When my mother-in-law came back to earth, she took a deep breath and looked into my eyes with a mischievous look on her face. “Johnny, and how hot will it be knowing that I am in closet in your den watching you fuck my Julie and riding my dildo. My skirt hiked up and my panties down around my ankles while I ride my favorite dildo?”

Fran laid on the desk so satisfied and yet aroused with the plan. She had watched her girls before, when they were young but not for a long time. Hell she had hardly watched herself get laid in the last years. She watched John slowly pull himself out of her leaving her with that sadness of the end of such wonderful union. She sat up and fixed her hair then slid down to wobbly knees and gathered her clothing.

"I am looking forward to Christmas Johnathan" she said as she buttoned her blouse. "I am going to stay away so you are motivated on the big day." his mother in law said. She looked into the hall mirror to check her makeup and confirm she was appropriate for public display. Not that Bill would notice if she came home with a pearl necklace.

"I will want my Christmas present alone with you as well" she said looking at him still naked in his office chair. Her eyes lingering on his glistening semi hard cock. "I will let you know what that is and I expect you to be up for it" her tone turning surprisingly sharper, more direct. The throb it sent through his cock gave her the answer she wanted and brought a smirk to her face.

"No masturbating or orgasm of any kind until Christmas" she said as though instructing a child or you will find a lump of coal Christmas morning.

I watched Fran slide off the desk and listened to her as quickly got dressed. After she checked herself in the mirror, she looked back at me with a serious look on her place.

"I will want my Christmas present alone with you as well. I will let you know what that is and I expect you to be up for it. No masturbating or orgasm of any kind until Christmas"

The smirk on her face let me know she was serious. My cock twitched at the thought of the whole things, giving Fran another fucking for her Christmas present, fucking Julie in the ass while being watched from the closet of the den. And it twitched again at the thought of not being able to get any relief for myself for close to a month. I stood there naked in front of my clothed mother-in-law with a dripping cock.

“Yes Fran, I will be a good Johnny boy for you and not masturbate or orgasm until Christmas day. I will be very ready for both you and your Julie when the day comes.”

Fran blew me a kiss and turned to let herself out and leave. I watched her ass as she walked down the hall and out of view. I could hardly believe what had just happened, but the puddle on my desk and my dripping cock let me know I was not dreaming the whole thing. I reached over and closed the browser, I did not need the videos make me to be unable to make it until Christmas morning.

My mind was reeling as I thought about the upcoming day with the family in the house. I know I had told her I would not do anything with her when the family was around, but the idea of her watching me while I fucked Julie was such a hot idea. I could not wait for the day and my cock twitched and started to harden again. I looked down and whispered, “Behave you traitor, it is going to be hard enough waiting that long without you trying to sabotage me.”

... a couple weeks later...

"Hey John it's Julie. What are you up to?" Julie asked her brother in law whom she had not seen for a few weeks.

"Yeah I was thinking of being in your neighborhood later this afternoon and thoguht..." she was cut off.

"Oh ok. What have you lost interest in fucking your sister in law" she said with a bitch attitude.

"but John I have a couple hours and could really use it on that nice big dick of yours" she said in a friendly tone trying to obviously change his mind.

"Fuck you then John!" she yelled into the cell phone and turned it off.

"God damn him!" she said to herself as she sat on her bed and looked at herself in the mirror across the room. She was not unattractive but had put on a few pounds. She cupped her breasts that sagged more than they had ten years before when John first showed interest in her.

"I bet if I lose ten or fifteen pounds by Christmas he will be interested" she said as she ran her thumbs over her nipples. She fell back on the bed and imagined her brother in law. How he was always excited for her and would do those things her husband wouldn't or couldn't.

Her hand was soon pulling up her skirt and slipping into her panties as she imagined John until she got herself off with images of him and her in some of their dirtiest moments. The one that always pushed her over was in her mother's house, on her childhood bed.

It had been a couple of weeks after fucking his mother-in-law when he picked up his ringing cell phone to see that it was Julie calling. He felt awful making all kinds of excuses of why she could not come over that afternoon. Each of his answers did nothing but upset her more. He hoped Fran understood how hard it was, and how hard he was talking to Julie, not to have her come over and enjoy her sweet ass.

"Fuck you then John!" Then the phone went dead in his hand. He sat there in his desk chair with a throbbing hard on as he set his phone down on the desk. His mind wandered to that first time with Julie. The whole family was over at her childhood home enjoying an afternoon around the pool.

John had not noticed that Julia was not out by the pool when he went in to use the bathroom. He decided to use one of the upstairs bathrooms. Fran and her husband had the master bedroom downstairs, and all of her kid’s childhood bedrooms upstairs. Julie and Melanie had a bathroom that was between their rooms. He went in to use the facilities before he knew that Julie was in her old room. He heard her moaning softly and whispering, through the open door into her room.

“Oh, yes John. That is how I like it. Use that tight little asshole of mine, it feels so good.” He crept over to the open door and peeked inside. Julie was lying on her little bed she slept in as she grew up. The bottom of her bathing suit was hanging off one of her ankles, the top was pulled up to expose her tits and she was masturbating with a vibrator in her cute little ass.

The need to pee left him very quickly as his cock became hard in his trunks. He watched as Julie played with her clit as she slid the vibrator in and out of her ass. John reached into his trunks and pulled his hard on out and started stroking as he watched.

“John, fuck that nasty hole of mine with that big cock of yours. Patrick is such a prude when it comes to sex and thinks anal is wrong. Oh if he only knew how good it felt.”

He stepped into her room and closed the door to the bathroom with a soft click. Julie looked up with a start, but quickly started grinning as he stepped over to her on the bed. Words were not spoken yet, and she reached up and grabbed him by the cock and pulled it to her mouth. Wrapping her lips around the head and running her tongue around it with a soft moan. John groaned softly as she did that then took him deeper into her mouth. Her head bobbing up and down on his cock a few times before she pulled it out with a pop.

“OMG, John…you taste as good as I dreamed that you would. Do you know how badly I have fantasized of this?”

“Probably as long as I have fantasized about you, Julie. With Melanie working so hard and such long hours, it has been months since we have had sex. And Patrick does not know what he is missing.” He reached down and pulled the vibrator out of her ass and quickly slide his finger in its place. Julie bit on her lower lip as he got the second knuckle in her asshole. She just turned on the bed and got face down and ass up, reaching back to spread her ass cheeks.

Her face was turned on her bed and she sighed, “Fuck my ass, John. Use that dirty hole for your pleasure.”

I had stepped behind that upturned ass. I leaned down to spit on her pink puckered hole as I gave my cock a couple of strokes to smear her saliva onto it nicely. As I stood up, I lined my cock up to her asshole and eased it in. Julie moaned into her pillow and pushed back to take me fully. She ground her ass cheeks on my belly before she started to pull back off a bit. I took that as my cue and grabbed her by the hips and started fucking that sweet ass. Her cries of pleasure were muffled by her pillow, but damned if she was not enjoying it. I could hear how wet she was each time my balls slapped her smooth pussy lips.

It did not take long, but we were both rutting like a couple of animals in heat as I buried my cock deep in her ass and exploded. I filled her ass with a good load that had been building over the past couple of weeks. I surprised myself about how hard I came and how much of my cum I pumped into her ass. I held onto her hips as my cock pulsed as I filled that hole of hers. She finally pulled her face out of the pillow and took a gasp of air and looked over her shoulder at me. Her eyes filled with the lust of the moment and a big smile on her lips.

“Fuck, John…I have not come that hard in so fucking long.” She gave my cock a squeeze with her asshole and caused it to slide out with a plop, some of my cum oozed out of her ass and down over her pussy lips. She winked at me. “You better take care of what you came up here to do before someone misses you. I told Patrick I had a headache and was going to lie down for a bit.”

I nodded and went back into the bathroom and took a leak and washed up quickly. I left the bathroom and headed back to the pool. I was practically floating on air as I moved through the house and back to the pool. Franny had given me a curious look when I came back out, but I had thought nothing of it as I went back over the chaise I had been laying on to lay back down.

I shook my head to bring myself back to the present. My cock hard and dripping in my shorts from my daydreaming. I got up and headed to my bathroom for yet another cold shower, softly muttering to myself. “Fuck, the next couple of weeks are going to be hell and not end soon enough. Come on Christmas morning.”

Fran had out done herself putting her sexual energy into shopping for the holidays. She arrived with a car full of wrapped gifts. She wore a red dress with jade jewelry and short black leather boots. Her dress came just below her knee.

It was Christmas eve about three in the afternoon when they arrived, earlier than expected. Bill brought in the bags and the gifts with John's help as Fran and Melanie chatted in the kitchen. Every time John would pass through the kitchen he would catch Fran eyeing him and he would try to take in their conversation.

"I am so sorry work is so grueling" Fran said.

"I don't mind..." Melanie responded giving a reason John did not hear but assumed it was because she surely did not want to be having sex instead.

Fran noticed the bulge in John's pants from the moment he hugged her hello and pushed his hips into hers. It got Fran's juices going.

"Yes Bill is the same way, work work work..." Fran said smiling at John as he walked through again. "Have you spoken with Julie?" Fran asked.

"No she is usually around but the last few weeks have hardly heard or seen her." Melanie said as if confirming John had been an obedient celibate toy for Fran.

"Oh I am sure she is just busy with the holidays and kids" Fran said filling in the gaps and firming up their stories.

Fran suggested egg nog and Melanie being Fran's daughter and knowing what she liked on Christmas eve broke out the bourbon and egg nog mix and made cocktails.

Fran took two glasses and met the men in the living room where they had just placed the last of the presents.

"For my two hard workers" Fran said with a smile. Bill took his glass and turned to sit in the recliner giving Fran just enough time to grab John's ass as he took his glass. Melanie appeared nearly seeing her mother's hand on her husband's ass. Either she did not care or did not see, since she went on and on about the presents.

Fran went to the kitchen alone and stiffened her cocktail with a little extra bourbon trying to quench the flames of lust she felt burning all around her.