Taking care of the wife’s mother

Once she was dried, she picked up a pair of fresh lilac knickers and slid them on quickly; gaining a wedgie in the process, a separate lilac bra and a cream and black satin baby-doll, she then added a pair of grey jogging bottoms and finished off with a light blue t-shirt with a Hawaiian motif on it.

Not Woman in the story!

“Would you like another drink?” she asked me.

“That would be great,” I replied, “Coffee would be nice.”

Mrs. Esse stood by the kitchen worktop waiting for the kettle to boil, and again, I stood in the doorway watching her, keeping an eye on her.

I moved in and leaned up against her and slid my hand down inside her knickers and caressed her vagina.

“Does that feel nice?” I asked her.

“No, it fucking does not!” She replied.

“Good because that is how it is supposed to feel you fucking lying bitch,” I said.

“Sharon should be back soon,” Her Mother said.

As she said it, we heard the front door clock open.

“I’m home, what have you two been up to?” Sharon asked, suddenly glancing toward me with my hand down her Mothers jogging bottoms.