Loving Mother III

[ Chapter 3 ]

"That's good honey. I made us some coffee. You feel like a cup?" She asked with a cute smile plastered on her beautiful face.

"S-Sure." I replied with short answer, I was trying my best not to stare at her sexy body that was so provocative to my male hormones.

"Come! Sit down, I'll get you a cup." She smiled, stepping closer she gently grabbed my hand and led me to the chair.

Her hand was warm and soft, and it felt like a small spark of electricity went through me where she touched me.

I was so busy with the strangely erotic feeling of her hand that I didn't notice that she had seated me at the head of the table.

Normally, my wife and I sat next to each other on the bench next to the wall and Madeline across from us at the center, but today she led me to where I sat now, at the center.

Madeline turned around and poured me a coffee. I couldn't even blink I was so mesmerized by her beauty and sexy ass.

She turned around and approached me with the coffee mug.

She bent forward and put the coffee down in front of me. Her cleavage was busting out of her top and l felt blood rushing to my cock.

She was giving me a hard on, and making me more nervous.

"Here you go, this will help get you going." She said with a warm smile.

"Thanks Auntie." I took a sip and set it down.

"Auntie, about last night." After the warm of the coffee calmed my nerves I tried to talk about the things between us, doing my best to summon up a little resistance but most of my willpower went to not looking down her breasts between her unbuttoned shirt.

Her breasts were so prominent and tempting, and my blurred memory kept feeding images of me touching them, groping them… kissing them... biting them… milking them…

"Here I made you eggs and bacon, english toast. And also cereal of course." She rambled, standing right next to me, bent over slightly, her huge, wonderful tits right at eye-level.

While one hand gestured to the various items of food she had prepared, the other was casually caressing my back in a much too intimate way.

It was the way a lover would touch her man, or the way Angela touched me. My mother in law shouldn't touch me like that— and her touch should most certainly not feel as good as it did!

"Auntie, we—" I began, knowing this had to stop but she cut me off.

"Shh..." she shushed me and gently pressed her well-manicured finger against my lips, "Vincent, It's okay."

"No, it's not! It's—" I tried to refute out but again she cut me off.

"Honey, I know what you're thinking, I know you need this. I've been knowing that deep down you're not satisfied with my daughter and it's not rare for you touching yourself." She whispered into my ears, her warm breath sending ticklish to my skin.

"And I know you very well honey, you always look at me with those passionate eyes, my breasts, my waist, my ass, I know you always look at them. Did you think I don't know about that? When you're undressing me with those eyes? When sometimes you eye-fucking me with those eyes? And I bet I was there, in your dirty mind when you're jerking off yourself." Her drawing yet seductive voice whispered.

"I-I.." My eyes widen and my mouth slightly agape. I could feel my cheeks and all over my body is burning from shame.

I blush. How can she said all those words to me? I want to refute, defend myself from all of her accusations about me. But I can't because it's not accusation. All she said about me is true.

Oh my God! How badly I want to run from here. I don't know what to say and what to do at this moment because all I feel is shame. Oh she knew that I was lusting over her all this time.

Looking at my blushing face the corner of her lips quirked into a knowing smile and she let out a faint chuckle.

"It's okay honey. Don't be shy with me." She comforted as her eyes looking at me with gentleness.

[ End of the chapter ]