Taking care of the wife’s mother

“I am sure just kissing him isn’t going to make me pregnant, Mother!” She exclaimed.

“Well, it just shows you how much you know about sex, doesn’t it, young lady!” Her Mother replied.

I stayed listening for a while until I had heard enough and left for home; on the way, I ran through various scenarios in my mind to pay her Mother back for her treatment to her Daughter, my precious Sharon.

The following day I went around to her home and rang the doorbell, her Mother answered as I had planned, knowing that she would be out for at least an hour.

“Hi Mrs. Esse, is Sharon in?”

“I’m sorry,” she replied, “she will not be back for a while”.

Her mother invited me in and sat me down and asked if I’d like a cold drink.

“Yes, please, Mrs. Esse,” I thanked her.

As she approached me with a glass of cold drink in each hand, I took hold of the front of her dress and lifted it up, exposing her pastel pink knickers underneath her light tan stockings.

“What the fuck!” she shrieked, “what the fuck are you doing, you pervert!”