This is fiction, mixed with one of my fantasies. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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It took thirty five years but I have finally had a major fantasy come true. Let me tell you my story;
I recently celebrated my sixtieth birthday. The wife and I live in a small town that is roughly three hours from her parents and all our children. This arrangement allows us a lot of privacy and we do take advantage of it. Our sex life is active and we play out many fantasies. The majority of them are adding another man or woman to our bed. My wife is six years younger than me and is still employed. Her job requires her to attend a yearly seminar which runs for three to four days in a major city. It is not uncommon for us to send each other provocative and sometimes downright nasty photos of ourselves.
The fantasy I am about to tell you deals with one of my own. It is one I have not shared with anyone. The fantasy involves me and her now seventy-six year old mother, Joy.
Joy is five foot two and weighs around one hundred and seventy pounds. Yes, the aging process has caused her to put on some weight but Joy carry's it well. Her jet black hair now shows quite a bit of gray but her green eyes will consume you! I like to call them "bedroom eyes."
Joy's breasts are half the size of her daughter. The only parts of her body that is not a milky white are her arms, neck and face. I don't think she has worn shorts or bathing suit more than three times since she turned fifty. If you were to meet her you would at first think she is a bit of a prude and "stand-offish." Joy's smile and bright green eyes quickly pull you in and her reserve sense of humor fools you until she gets to know you. Give Joy a glass or two of wine and her sense of humor and demeanor change. At times you could describe it as "sailor talk." There have been many times we have been alone for several minutes in the past thirty five years and shared some downright nasty jokes or conversations. Many of them have forced me to find a private spot for several minutes to relieve my hard cock. I had some suspicion Joy was missing what was once a very active sex life based on comments she'd made in the past.
My wife's father just turned eighty and we have shared a few private conversations as well. I'd like to think when I get to that age I will not join the majority of men and begin to suffer the dreaded "E. D."
Let's get back to my reason for my story. As I was saying, my wife had to attend a seminar for several days. During that time I stayed home and dealt with the daily chores and a rather large "honey do list." Three months ago we were dealing with a rather hot summer. So while I worked outside I took many breaks to quench my thirst. Beer thirty hit around 1pm one of those days and by 4pm I had consumed five beers. I will tell you I was not drunk, but my senses and thought process were definitely impaired. The heat outside finally won out and I retreated to the house and jumped into the shower. The cool water hitting my body relaxed me and soon I was spending way too much time washing my crotch area.
By the time I stepped out of the shower I was proudly sporting a 6 and a half inch boner. I was in a bit of a hurry but before I lay down on the bed I decided to take a snapshot of it and send to my wife. Yeah, you know where this is going. In my beer induced lust and without my reading glasses, I proceeded to send several photos to my wife's mother's new smartphone. One more piece to add is up until this last spring the in-laws had carried only one cellphone and it was very old with none of the features of today's cellphone. The in-laws also have a laptop computer but they would only use it to play solitaire games. It took us many years to get them to use the internet and send and receive emails.
After I had sent the photos I lay on the bed and stroked my hard on. The fact that I was alone and just a bit intoxicated when my cellphone rang I did not realize the ringtone was that of Joys. I took the cellphone from the night stand and tried to read the text as best I could without my glasses. This is what it said:
"Looks nice, but why are you sending this to me?"
