NOT JUST ANOTHER SATURDAY NIGHT

I met my wife Jana in college, and we began dating almost immediately because of the intense sexual chemistry between us. While her face is a trifle on the plain side, she's very sexy. I know when I say her face is rather plain that sounds unkind, but I find her imminently attractive. She has a hot body, athletic and toned, and she knows how to rock it. Just the way she carries herself bespeaks a woman utterly comfortable with her sexuality. I first noticed her on the dance floor of my fraternity house, and could she ever shake it! When she smiles her overbite is prominent and sexy, and her heavy-lidded eyes are smoky and seductive.

Jana was 20 when I met her, and even then she was rather aggressive sexually. She knew what she wanted and she had no problem expressing her wants. Jana enjoyed taking control of our lovemaking, sitting on my face and grinding her lush pussy on my tongue, or mounting me and bouncing on my cock like she was on some sort of ride. As skillfully as she shook her ass on the dance floor was exactly the way in which she could fuck me when on top.

We got married after our second year of law school, and for the last 7 years we've been practicing in our respective fields. During the day we're upstanding members of the legal community in our city, but at night we go at it like rabbits.

And there are two things about my saucy wife that I've discovered over time. The first was when we were in college and I found her in bed with one of her sorority sisters. There was no mistaking what was going on, and as I stood there, rooted to the floor in utter shock, they just looked at me. Finally, Jana's friend asked if she should leave. "No," said Jana. "He can leave, watch, or join in." The other girl had no objections, and being pretty much a pervert I did the only sensible thing I could think of and joined in.

The second thing is that a few years ago I began to suspect that Jana had deep, dark secret. There began a rather interesting change in how she was behaving around her younger brother, and though I thought I was just being a filthy-minded pervert, I couldn't help but wonder.

Out of curiosity I began researching the prevalence of consensual incest between adult siblings, and one evening I carelessly left one of the browser windows open on my tablet. Jana saw it and playfully asked me what I was up to. Feeling brazen, I told her about my suspicions and she very casually told me that, yes, she and Josh were having sex on occasion, though his wife didn't know anything about it.

I was absolutely floored...and aroused!

For a change, I took complete control of my wife and told her that she would have to be punished for such a transgression. Playing pussy bump a couple times a month with her old sorority sister was one thing, but letting her own brother get in her pants was something altogether different. I stripped her naked and forcefully bent her over the back of the couch. She made a pretense of protesting and struggling as I held her hands behind her, but when I sank my hardness into her she was positively soaked on the inside. She was as turned on as I was, and the sex that night was incendiary.

So we fell into a routine where Jana and I led fairly staid lives much of the time, but occasionally she would steal away with Josh to hook up, or if I was out of town she would invite her long-time college gal pal, Luanne, over for a lusty lesbo romp. Luanne's husband doesn't suspect a thing. Meanwhile, I faithfully keep her secrets, never quite sure if they fall under spousal or attorney-client privilege.

One warm Friday evening I returned from work to an empty house. Jana had texted me earlier in the day to say that she and Luanne were going to our lake cottage to spend the weekend together. I was disappointed because I was hoping to get in my wife's pants for most of the weekend, but I'm an understanding husband.

The following morning I did a number of chores around the house that I'd been meaning to get to, then after lunch I went over to the club to play golf. I returned around 5:00 to discover that Jana's mother had dropped in unexpectedly, though she explained that Jana had left her a message saying she could pick up a couple of items Jana was holding for her.

I've always gotten along well with Vera. She's very attractive, especially for a woman nearing 60. She has a terrific figure, and an elegance that gives her an almost aristocratic air. Some people find her manner leans a little toward aloofness, but once you get to know her she can be very charming.

"Vera, how about if I make you a drink?" I offered.

"That sounds wonderful, darling," and she asked for a vodka martini (see, "elegant"). I also made a drink for myself and we went out on the back porch to enjoy the late afternoon shade.

As Vera was telling me about her day in that soft lilt of hers, I found myself wondering how she would react to the knowledge that her son and daughter were having incestuous relations with one another. What would she say if she found out Jana was having ongoing lesbian sex with Luanne? I had a vision of some serious drama when Vera stopped talking.

"Bret, you look like you have a naughty secret!"

"What? What do you mean?" I could feel the color in my face rising, wondering if she really knew what I was thinking.

"The way you were looking at me just now. I could swear you were thinking something not quite related to my tennis game this afternoon."

"No, it's nothing, nothing at all. I was just listening to you. I'm sorry if my face gave another impression."

"So the part of my story where Martians beamed me and my tennis partner up to their ship for lunch seemed perfectly normal to you?"

"Oh, well, I suppose you have me there. I guess I was just wondering what I was going to do for dinner and thought if you don't have any plans maybe we could go out for a bite, just you and me."

Hey, I'm a lawyer; I can think fast on my feet.

"That sounds lovely," Vera said, her eyes sparkling at the suggestion. "Fred is on a fishing trip with some friends, so I am all alone this weekend."

"Okay, let me call over to Crocetti's and get us a table."

I made the reservations for 6:00 so I could have enough time to shower and put on some fresh clothes. As I did that Vera made herself at home.

While getting dressed, I wondered how I was going to find some time to myself that evening. I had played an excellent game of golf and now I was going to take my mother-in-law out for some of the best Italian in town. The only real problem was that Vera's appearance had put something of a crimp in my evening plans. I was pretty horny and hoping that after dinner and Vera went home I could get comfortable with a porno. Though I didn't think Vera would be staying all that long, I was somewhat eager to get started because I wanted to hit the sack fairly early.

As I walked out through the screen door, I couldn't help but notice the shapeliness of my mother-in-law's legs as she sat in the chair and sipped her drink, but I quickly looked away, not wanting her to catch me admiring her form.

"All set?" I asked.

"All set," Vera said, flashing her brilliant smile. "Lead on, dear sir!"

Once we were seated Vera ordered an excellent wine for us.

"Here's to my favorite son-in-law," she said after both our glasses had been filled and the waiter receded.

"I'm your only son-in-law, Vera."

"Oh, that's true enough, silly, but even if there were others I think you'd still be my favorite."

This response came with what I thought was a flirtatious gleam in her eye. I've always thought Vera is a very attractive older woman, but I silently chastised myself for thinking such a thing about my mother-in-law, and tried to move my mind onto something else while Vera continued.

"You know, Bret," she went on, "Fred is a wonderful man and I love him dearly, but we've been married a long time and once a man hits 60, he needs a little help in certain departments, if you get my drift."

I felt the color rising in my face again. Vera always struck me as a rather straight-laced suburban wife, so this topic, which she had never raised with me before, seemed like the taste of forbidden fruit. But I like Vera, and if she felt the need to share certain confidences about her marriage I wanted to be supportive.

"Yes, I think I do. Has he tried pharmaceutical help?"

"He has a thing about that. It's very threatening to his masculinity."

"Oh, I understand. Guys in his generation are not always as open to those sorts of things."

"Beverly, our next door neighbor, told me her husband takes the blue pill and it's like they're on a second honeymoon every week! It makes me jealous."

Vera said that last part perhaps a little louder than she planned and a couple at a nearby table may have inadvertently heard her. I looked around furtively to see if anyone else was within earshot.

"Sorry," she said with an embarrassed whisper. "I guess that was louder than I intended." I waved it off nonchalantly. "One thing's for sure," she continued, "I know you make Jana plenty happy in that department."

Now I was embarrassed.

"Well," I said, trying to be cool, "I do my best."

"Yes," Vera replied, raising her glass to her lips and arching her one of her eyebrows in the same way that Jana does when she wants to make a salacious comment or suggestion. "That's what I hear."

That caused me to swallow hard and look around again.

"That's what you hear?"

"Oh, don't be a prig," Vera said jokingly. "You don't think mothers and their adult daughters have conversations like that?" Frankly I had no idea, and said so. "Then don't be naïve, Bret," she went on in a low tone as she leaned across the table, revealing her cleavage.

"Jesus!" I muttered, smiling with embarrassment. "I had no idea."

"I know, I don't look like the type of woman who talks and thinks like that. That's what my friends say. But I can tell you, I'm a very sexual person, and while I've been repressed for a good many years, I've recently decided that it's time to live a little."

"I see," I replied feeling the heat in my face rise another several degrees.

Dinner arrived in short order and we continued our conversation.

"Bret" Vera said between twists of her linguini, "I would like to ask you something and I want you to be absolutely honest with me. I promise I won't get upset or tell Fred. I'm just curious."

Oh, brother, I thought with dread. Here it comes. She's going to ask me about any number of things we've been doing in our private life. For a long second I thought about what all Jana could have been telling her mother. Surely not anything specific or detailed. Grown women don't discuss those things, do they? Especially not mother and daughter.

"I hope I'm not embarrassing you, Bret. I find it very refreshing to be able to approach these subjects openly and honestly. It's certainly not how I was raised, and I know now that I clung to my hang-ups for far too long."

"Well, I agree, Vera. It is very refreshing. Jana and I feel like a liberated couple so I don't mind having these conversations. I mean, yes, it's taking some getting used to, but I'm enjoying it. Frankness, openness, it's all great."

She reached across the table and squeezed my hand, smiling with pleasure.

"I'm so glad you feel that way, sweetie. Honestly, I am. And like I said, I won't tell Fred or be upset by anything you tell me."

"Okay, fire away," I replied.

Vera paused for a moment.

"How to put this," she said, taking a sip of her wine. "Is there something going on between Josh and Jana?"

I swallowed hard. Now that I didn't expect. As our conversation progressed I began to see it as plausible, though highly unlikely, that Jana had told her mother about certain aspects of our love life, but it never entered my mind that she would confess to her mother about her incestuous affair with her brother. So here I was sitting at dinner with my mother-in-law and she wanted to know if her two adult children were having sex together. I don't think that's anywhere in the textbooks!

"My goodness, Vera!" I sputtered. "Whatever prompted you to ask that question?"

"It's not anything either of them said, you understand. It's just that something appears to have changed in their relationship in the past couple of years or so. I've been watching them closely. Josh was always something of an awkward boy when it came to dating and such, and his wife seems a bit of a prude. Now I've seen changes in both my children, and I keep coming back to the notion, however unbelievable it may seem, that they're engaging in consensual incest. Tell me I'm wrong," she said, though not in a pleading sort of way.

To be honest, it looked almost as if Vera was enjoying herself.

"Okay," I said, after a long pause during which I stared straight into Vera's sky blue eyes. "It's true."

Vera's mouth dropped open and she had a hard time composing herself. Her emotions appeared to be a strange combination of shock and prurient interest.

"Good God!" she gasped. "How did this start?"

I reminded her of her promise not to get upset and not to tell her husband, Fred, my father-in-law. She quickly agreed once more to the conditions of the conversation, so I proceeded to give her the Cliff's Notes version of how Jana and Josh began their affair. Resting her chin slightly on her right hand, her left hand was in her lap and I wondered if she might be touching herself through her shorts.

"And please, Vera, please do not tell Jana about this conversation. I think she'd have a heart attack if she knew what I've told you."

"Of course, darling," she responded with a smile, appearing to recover her color somewhat. "Not a word. But all you did was confirm my suspicions. It's hard for children to put things past their mother. Still, I'm absolutely dizzy with all this. It's nothing I would have imagined. How do you feel about it? "

I paused briefly, wondering what pose I should adopt for my mother-in-law's benefit, but then threw caution to the wind.

"Well, you may as well know, I find it highly erotic." Vera smiled a bit, and took another sip of her wine, which was disappearing fast.

"You think it's erotic that your wife is sleeping with her brother?" Her question was posed more as curiosity than indignation.

"Actually, I do."

"I think I've passed through a doorway into an alternate universe."

Then she peppered with me questions about Josh and Jana. Vera's eyes grew wider with each new spicy detail.

"Well," she said after the long pause that followed my narrative. "This is certainly a lot to take in."

"I think you're handling it remarkably well, Vera."

"Oh, well," she responded with a sweet, breathless smile. "Kids these days!"

We both laughed and the rest of the meal seemed to go by in a blur. We tried to make conversation on routine matters, but it was difficult for Vera, who seemed to come back in her mind over and over to the vision of Josh and Jana as lovers.

As we drove back to the house Vera placed her hand softly on my forearm.

"Bret, could I ask you a favor?"

"Sure, fire away," I said.

"With Fred out of town I don't like staying in that big house all by myself. Would you mind if I stayed over at your house?"

"Not at all, Vera. You're always welcome. Take your pick of the guest rooms. Both are made up and ready. And I didn't have any plans for the evening, so don't worry about a thing."

I thought I heard Vera mumble something that sounded like, "That must be a first." But when I asked her to repeat it, she said, "What? Oh, nothing, dear, nothing at all," and the hint of a smile seemed to cross her lips.

When we arrived back at the house I showed Vera where she could find everything she needed, from towels and washcloths to a spare robe and nightgown belonging to Jana. She said she was going to shower before bed, so I said good night and retreated to my bedroom to read before turning in myself.

As I lay in bed it was acutely challenging to concentrate on what I was reading. So many different memories and emotions from the evening tugged at my attention. Just thinking about Luanne and Jana and the things they must be doing made me hard, and I thought about giving myself a few quick strokes in order to promote drowsiness, but for some reason I hesitated, not quite feeling right about jerking off with my mother-in-law down the hall.

And what about Vera?

I'd always looked upon her as a very proper suburban wife, something out of a John Cheever story, with a friendly, but guarded, sometimes frosty, demeanor. Her sentences were always well-formed and only rarely did she use slang of even the mildest kind. I thought she might be a bit on the frigid side, but what could Vera possibly be thinking at this moment, lying in bed down the hall, her mind spinning with the revelation that her son and daughter engaged in incest?

If anything, Vera seemed a few degrees too cool for someone confronted with something like that. Frankly, I found it arousing. Vera remains a beautiful woman with a terrific figure, and I found myself imagining what it would be like to get her into bed. For a few moments I thought about jerking off to my comely mother-in-law, but self-control got the better of me and I drifted off to sleep.

I don't think I was asleep for very long when I felt something stirring me. It was Vera sitting down on my side of the bed. She was wearing Jana's purple silk robe and her normally perfect hair was only slightly tousled.

"I'm sorry to wake you," she said softly and with a bit of a smile. "I'm having trouble sleeping and needed to talk."

"That's quite alright," I said groggily. "What's bothering you?" (As if I didn't know!)

Being around Vera certainly elevated my own speech habits. I felt a little sheepish that I was only wearing boxer shorts. Somehow being seen by my mother-in-law without a shirt on was a trifle disconcerting, but I let it pass.

"Well," she said with a sigh. "I just wanted to again express my appreciation for your honesty at dinner. I know I was asking you to disclose a lot, but it was weighing on my mind."

"That's no problem, Vera. I figured you had a reason to be suspicious so honesty seemed like the best route."

"Oh, I agree." She paused for a moment, trying to choose her words carefully. "It's frankly rather invigorating, how your generation approaches sexual matters. I think Fred and I were raised rather conservatively."

"Well," I said, trying to be engaging but not quite sure where this was going. "You have to go with what works for you."

"Yes, indeed..." she said, seeming to trail off in mid-sentence. "Still, I'm so glad we could talk about it. I've always liked you, Bret, and I feel like it's bringing us closer as friends. Isn't that great?"

"It certainly is," I replied sincerely.

Vera put her hand on my bare shoulder and let it linger there.

"Can I ask you a favor?"

"Sure."

"I'm feeling a bit lonely this evening. Would it be presumptuous to ask if I could sleep in here with you tonight?"

Without pausing to think of the implications of what she asked, I blurted out, "Sure. Make yourself comfortable."

"You're sure it's okay?"

"Vera, you're welcome in my bed anytime!"

She burst out laughing and moved her hand back to my shoulder. Then suddenly she ran it through the hair on my chest.

"You silly boy! I suppose it would look rather naughty if anyone found out."

"Your secret is safe with me, pretty lady."

"You think I'm pretty?" she asked, a bit startled by my statement.

"Very!"

"That's so sweet of you. You are a darling."

She leaned over and kissed me on the forehead, then moved to get up, I assumed to walk around to the other side of the bed. Then she stopped and turned around.

With one graceful motion she let the robe drop from her shoulders and land in a pile at her feet. She was completely naked, but she covered her pussy with her left hand and concealed her breasts with her right forearm. It was much more provocative and sexy than if she had not tried to cover herself.Her figure was ravishing, her skin smooth, and her petite curves delicious. Her breasts were of medium size and well-shaped, perfectly suited to her frame. Behind her hand I could make out a mound of hair between her legs. Standing before me was the model of mature femininity.

"Do you think I'm sexy, Bret?"

I swallowed hard, and my cock, which had stirred quickly when Vera had touched my shoulder and ran her hand through my chest hair, was now at full erection.

"Uh, huh," I muttered, practically drooling. "I mean, uh, yes! Yes, Vera, I think you're incredibly sexy."

"So you won't mind if I climb into bed with you when I'm not wearing a stitch of clothing?"

"Absolutely not!" I replied as I moved toward the center and pulled the covers back to make room for my sexy mother-in-law.

Vera smiled and dropped her hand and arms from in front of her, revealing her superb body in all its naked glory.

"Oh, this is delightful," she remarked excitedly as she got between the sheets. "This spot is still warm from your body. But now you're overdressed, darling."

I quickly reached down and pulled off my shorts and threw them across the room toward my dresser.

"My, that was quick," Vera remarked with a laugh. She seemed to be still feeling some lingering modesty because she had pulled the sheet over her breasts and secured it under each arm. "So, what do we do now? Isn't this outrageous?"

"It is, but it's great fun!" I replied. "We can do whatever you want. I think I'm fully awake now."

She looked down toward my midsection and saw that I was pitching something of a tent.

"Evidently," she said.

Perhaps due to the outlandishness of the situation in which we found ourselves, Vera was in a talkative mood.

"I know it might be shocking to you, but I like to be naked. When I'm home alone during the day I like to walk through the house naked and fantasize about a man spying on me through the windows. Then I'll walk upstairs and pleasure myself. Sometimes I think about the man coming into the house through a door I've accidentally left open. Then he finds me upstairs. He strips and takes me forcefully and that's how I climax, sometimes."

"Fantasies are wonderful things, Vera. You shouldn't be ashamed of them."

"I know, but sometimes it's hard to break out of the mold."

She rolled on to her left side and invited me to roll on to my right so that we were laying very close to each other, our faces not more than six inches apart, but our bodies still modestly concealed by the sheet.

"I've fantasized about you, Bret."

"Really?" I replied, perhaps with a bit too much joy, but Vera did not seem to mind.

"Yes. I enjoy watching you swimming at our house when you and Jana visit. You look smashing in swim trunks."

"Thank you. I've admired you in your swimsuit many times."

"You have?" Vera seemed genuinely surprised by this.

"Of course, Vera. You're quite lovely."

I spoke to her in a manner that seemed to please her; polished and polite, but honest.

"I'm pleased you think so."

After a long pause during which we seemed content to look at each other, Vera scooted close and planted her lips on mine in what began as a rather tame kiss but soon grew rather passionate.

"Oh my," she gasped as we came up for air. "That was nice!"

"It certainly was. You're a great kisser."

"I think I'm a little out of practice." She bit her lower lip a little and then said, "Do you think there would be any harm if we made love?"

"Not at all," I replied, glad that she had brought it up. "No one has to know but us. It can be our naughty little secret."

She smiled.

"I suppose given what else has been going on in my family, a little harmless naked fun with my son-in-law wouldn't be too big a deal."

"See, Vera, you're getting into the spirit of things."

I pulled the sheet away, revealing Vera's lovely figure and we moved together in a passionate embrace. There was hardly a need for foreplay for either of us, but I wanted to give Vera the pleasure she had been missing. She was stepping so far out of character that I was intent on making her feel extra good. I eagerly sucked on her nipples and fingered her very wet pussy. Then I slowly kissed my way down the gentle curve of her belly, giving her ample opportunity to object to oral sex, but she did not. Her hands were on my head, grabbing my hair, but in a way I knew to be passion rather than objection. As I moved down, she spread her legs wide and I buried my face between them, a long moan escaping from deep within her.

"Oh!" she gasped. "Oh, yes!"

I remained there for some time, trying to give her a climax with my tongue, and then slipped one of my fingers inside her. She tensed and then let out a long, almost obscene moan as her body shook from head to toe. Her head shook vigorously from right to left, then she stopped, her entire frame tensing, then relaxed slowly as she came down from her climax. Breathing heavily, she had several aftershocks, and I could tell that it had been some time since Vera had had such a meaningful orgasm. Recovering, she pulled my head up and smiled contentedly.

"Oh, my goodness!" she exclaimed, which would seem a rather unusually prim way to express carnal pleasure, but not from Vera. It was entirely in keeping with her character. She rearranged me so that I was kneeling in the middle of the bed and she pulled herself up on all fours.

"I want your manhood in my mouth," she said with a slight growl.

I was surprised that a woman of Vera's age, so much a lady, would go for oral sex, but she seemed quite good at. Then again, whoever heard of a bad blowjob?

After a few minutes of hot oral sex, Vera rose and embraced me. The feel of her breasts against my chest was exquisite and she showered my face and neck with countless passionate kisses.

"It's so sexy being with you, Bret. I had no idea."

I smiled as she fell down to the bed again, this time on her back as she gave my hard cock a couple of tugs. Spreading her beautiful, toned legs, she looked at me lustfully, her eyes glittering.

"Make love to me, Bret!"

I fell down on top of her and she wrapped her arms around my torso, biting one of my earlobes and moaning, "Make love to me! Please make love to me!" I slid my hardness into her molten hot pussy and both of us moaned with the joy of it. "Yes," she said. "Love me!"

The fact that she was using rather quaint and mannerly language to urge me on was a surprising and incredible turn on. It was like being back in the Fifties or something. I enjoy a woman talking dirty to me during sex (or me talking dirty to her), but this was a bracing change; and it seemed altogether appropriate coming from Vera.

Even though we were committing a forbidden act, she maintained a sophisticated air throughout. As we lay together - connected in a way we should not have been, after all - we looked deeply into each other's eyes, periodically swirling our tongues around one another.

Vera came again, and I think it caught her by surprise.

"Oh dear!" she called out, her eyes wide in astonishment. Once that climax subsided she again kissed me deeply, then said, somewhat to my surprise, "I want you to come, Bret. Yes, I want you to come for me."

That was all it took as I released what felt like a world record load into her, which delighted Vera.

"Yes," she cried. "That's it. That's a good lover!"

I fell on top of her and we lay there for a few minutes, both of us breathing heavy.

As my cock softened Vera crossed her legs behind my waist and whispered into my ear, "Stay here for a moment, darling. I want to enjoy you for a few moments longer. Whew! I think that was quite an explosion, young man."

After I rolled off of her, Vera arose from the bed a little unsteadily and made her way to the master bath suite. A few moments later she emerged wrapped in a towel and walked over to where I lay on the bed, still naked. She ran her well-manicured hand along the length of my body, still damp from our exertions.

"That was exquisite, love."

"It was all that, Vera!"

She laughed, then stood up long enough to let the towel fall. This time there was no suburban modesty in her pose. She was naked and unabashed. Climbing back into bed with me she pulled the sheet up over us and then invited me to lay close to her. Her body was warm and soft and she was the picture of sexual satisfaction. It was in that position that we drifted off to sleep, contented.

Vera and I spent the night together, our naked bodies intertwined. A few times I emerged toward light dozing and noticed that her hand was wrapped around my semi-erect cock, even as she slept. She seemed to enjoy resting her hand there.

In the morning we awoke and took a shower together before breakfast. Of course being naked in the shower with sexy my mother-in-law almost guaranteed the appearance of another erection. Vera began soaping up my cock, which sent me into orbit.

Rinsing it off she asked, "Is my sexy young lover looking for a place to put that?"

It seemed too explicit for Vera to say, but I liked it. It showed she enjoyed sex and didn't mind letting me know it. She then turned around and braced herself against the shower wall, raising her rump to receive me. I got behind her and slowly buried myself into her heavenly pussy.

I marveled at the beautiful round smoothness of her butt, and the graceful, feminine curve of her hips. Her skin glistened with wetness, and I reached around to massage her breasts. We remained connected like this as I eagerly thrust into her, causing her to cry out in rapture with each upstroke. I could feel her coming and it sent me over the edge as well. Both of us found it hard to keep standing as we were overcome by tremendous orgasms, of the kind that seemed to be made more intense when the sex is forbidden by society.

Emerging from the shower, we dried each other off and embraced, kissing deeply, knowing that we would soon have to part. Fred would be home that evening, and Jana was due back sometime late afternoon. I offered to take Vera out for breakfast, but she politely declined; she was worried about Jana catching her there. She was afraid Jana would suspect something, though she now had ample reason to!

But Jana would want to know what I did last night so Vera suggested it would not be a bad thing to say that we had dinner together after she had stopped by. That seemed reasonable enough to me so I walked her to the back door. Pausing there she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply one more time.

"It was exquisite, darling. The absolute best. I hope you don't have any regrets."

"None whatsoever. It was great!"

She kissed me again, then arching her eyebrow, said, "Perhaps we can get together again sometime. Fred's been traveling a lot on business, and I have a few things around the house that could use a handy man."

"I'll look forward to it. Bye, Vera!"

And with that she was down the walk and into the driveway, where she gave me one last smiling wave before she got into her car and drove off.

Quite a weekend, indeed!

When Jana and Luanne returned from their weekend away, Jana did ask me how I managed to occupy myself on Saturday night and I told her the truth; just the not "the whole truth," and certainly not "nothing but the truth."

Despite Jana's sexual openness, I didn't think it prudent to tell her that she was sharing me with her own mother. There's got to be a line somewhere, yes? Still, Jana was pleased with me for looking after her mom, without actually knowing to what lengths I'd gone to do so.

In the weeks and months that followed that eventful weekend, things got back to normal, sort of. We fell into a routine where I would throw a hump into Jana a few times a week, then once a month or so, Luanne and Jana would get together. Once in a while they would invite me to join them and Jana and I would take turns with Luanne. And there were those infrequent but memorable occasions when Jana would get pounded by her enthusiastic younger brother.

Logistically it was a bit more challenging to carry on with my mother-in-law because of the secretive nature of our affair. It was somewhat rarer that Jana and her father should be out of town on the same days, but that just made our fiery lovemaking sizzle even more.

With Fred on the far downside of his sexual peak, Vera was frequently horny and unsatisfied. She didn't really enjoy masturbating or vibrators and other devices, but in a pinch they would do. She liked to have a man service her, and in that respect she was a very healthy example of mature womanhood.

I would see her whenever possible, but with her and Fred living nearby it was not an easy maneuver to pull off. The infrequency makes our coupling an exquisite event, to be looked toward with great anticipation, and remembered fondly.

It's not clear to me how much longer we can play this game of musical beds, and neither Vera nor I have any illusions about it. Right now it's just enough that we can enjoy ourselves together on occasion. Vera feels very liberated these days and doesn't mind sharing me with her daughter.

After all, I'm sharing her daughter with her son!