“What is taking him so long?” Evelyn thought to herself. “He should’ve been here by now.”
It had been nearly two hours of not-so-patiently waiting since Evelyn had called her daughter, Skye, to ask her if her husband, Ethan, might have some time today to pop over and help her out with some minor repairs around the house.
Evelyn was now in the third month of her affair with her son-in-law, though it felt much shorter. And yet somehow much longer. Evelyn and Ethan had become quite good at finding ways to create opportunities to be alone together, but this morning, Evelyn had decided to keep it simple.
Unlike Ethan, Evelyn’s husband (and Skye’s father), Carl was not the handyman type. And besides, he had already made plans with the boys for today to ride ATVs around a large, grassy field the next town over, surely to be followed by beer drinking, dad jokes, and lengthy conversations around fantasy football.
“Sure, Mom, I’ll send him over,” Skye had said. “But if this keeps up, we’re going to have to start charging you!”
That had made Evelyn chuckle slightly, but that moment of levity had done nothing to diminish the knot that had formed in her stomach. Evelyn loved her daughter dearly, but she and Ethan could not deny their feelings for each other. And today, despite whatever guilt she might be feeling, she needed to see him. To be seen by him. To touch him. To taste him. To fuck him. And so, as she had done so many times before, Evelyn lied to her only child.
By the time Ethan’s car pulled into the driveway, her 46-year-old pussy was aching for attention. He walked in without knocking. She stood silently, devouring him with her eyes. He stood 6’1”, with light brown hair, green eyes and a friendly smile. They both spoke at once. Not with words, but with expressions formed by, then painted with, emotion. And the message was unmistakable: “God, I’ve missed you!”
Ethan moved first, closing the distance between them in three long, gliding steps. Upon reaching her, he effortlessly pushed his left hand under her jean skirt and cotton panties, cupping and then gently squeezing her ass cheek while simultaneously running the fingers of his right hand up through her long hair, pulling down slightly in order to fully expose her neck. He brought his lips to the right side of her neck, kissing tenderly but hungrily. Her perfume smelled of vanilla and honey, with just a touch of almond in the background.
Evelyn closed her eyes, exhaled audibly, and hugged him tightly for a few fleeting moments before moving her hands to the front of her jean skirt, quickly undoing the button and pulling down the zipper. It dropped to the floor instantly, and she stepped out of it.
Ethan then cupped the sides of her head with the palms of his hands before pressing his lips to hers. As they kissed deeply, taking turns massaging the other’s tongue with their own, Ethan crouched slightly then lifted Evelyn up by the back of the thighs and carried her the short distance to the bedroom, their mouths never separating.
He set her down at the edge of the bed, reaching for a pillow with his left hand and gently pushing her back with his right, placing the pillow behind her head as she reclined. He then placed his fingers on either side under the waistband of her panties, pulling them off. Not roughly, but with urgency. He moved to his knees and paused to drink in the heavenly sight of her milky-white thighs and the thick, chestnut-brown bush that lie between them.
Hesitating no longer, he ran his tongue slowly up her opening while Evelyn exclaimed, “Oh, God! Yes! Don’t stop!”
Ethan’s mouth soon found Evelyn’s sizable clit. He alternated between sucking it and dashing his tongue across it side-to-side. Evelyn felt as though she were floating, and she pushed all other thoughts out of her mind as she surrendered to her bliss. Her climax washed over her like a rolling wave. She arched her back and neck and dug her fingers into the bed, grasping fistfuls of sheet with both hands while Ethan eagerly lapped her free-flowing juices like a man dying of thirst.
After the briefest of respites, Evelyn pushed herself up on the bed with the palms of her hands to look Ethan in the eyes. Pleadingly, she exclaimed, “Fuck me, Ethan. FUCK ME NOW!!”
Ethan tore his clothes off as if they were on fire. He grasped Evelyn’s ankles and placed them on his shoulders before effortlessly slipping his seven-and-a-half-inch cock into Evelyn’s inviting pussy. He couldn’t believe how warm it was. He quickly found a steady rhythm, but Evelyn needed more.
“Harder, Ethan,” she begged him. “FASTER!!”
Ethan didn’t need to be told twice. He began moving like a man possessed. He reached his hands under Evelyn’s ass and massaged her cheeks as he thrusted. Evelyn gripped the undersides of her breasts and used the thumb and forefinger of each hand to pull up slightly on her nipples.
After many minutes, Ethan warned, “I’m close, baby.”
“Me too,” Evelyn replied. “Fill me up, my love! Fill my pussy! I need it!”
As if on cue, they orgasmed together, Evelyn feeling Ethan’s cock twitch as he shot several ropes of his passion into her welcoming womb. Ethan was spent, but he did not pull out immediately. The two lovers looked at each other with absolute contentment, their bodies glistening with sweat, holding on to the moment as if they wanted to freeze time itself. But time is not known for being patient. It’s a bastard that way.
A short time later, too short for them both, Evelyn watched as Ethan’s car backed out of the driveway then sped away. Even though she knew he couldn’t see her, she blew him a kiss as she watched his taillights grow smaller then disappear in the distance.
She went to the kitchen, poured herself a sweet tea with lemon, returned to the living room, and sat down on the couch. Her energy was drained, but she still felt tingly in all the right places. After taking a long gulp of the tea, Evelyn set the glass down on an end table. She then closed her eyes, moved her hand downward, and using two fingers, she scooped some of Ethan’s warm, creamy seed from between her legs. She placed it on her tongue, savoured it slowly, then swallowed. She then repeated the action, only this time, she massaged the salty nectar into her lips.
After what felt like minutes, she opened her eyes and looked up at the mantle. Her gaze fell on the 8×10 photo of Ethan and Skye on their wedding day. The knot in her stomach returned.
