Taking care of the wife’s mother

I held her legs apart and stood between them so she could not close them. I unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped my fly and dropped my jeans to the carpet, and then dropped my underpants exposing my dark blonde pubes and semi-erect penis to her, my glans just emanating from my foreskin. Her eyes were transfixed to my manhood as she lay there, unable to move.

I was rubbing my dick until I was fully-erect and knelt down and rested it against her pink knickers that had found the crease of her vaginal entry and had become slightly damp and left a patch of darker pink material.

I slid the underneath of my dick up and down her soft cotton knickers three or four times, and I heard her moan.

“Oooh, that feels so good,” she said.

I instantly pulled my penis away from her, and she wondered what I was doing.

“Oh, Mrs. Esse, I don’t want to get you pregnant, do I?”

“Oh, you dumb idiot,” she said to me, “I cannot get pregnant without insertion.”

“That’s not what you told your Daughter last night!” I replied.

Her face turned to stone.