The visit that Oliver Wells paid to the house of his soon-to-be ex-mother-in-law could have been very awkward, given the fact that the 27 year old accountant was going to be officially divorced from his wife of five years any day now, but because he had always gotten along famously with Jill's mother Pamela the trip to retrieve some belongings turned out alright.
In fact, as Oliver had noted during dinner, it seemed that during much of his courtship and marriage to Jill he had gotten along better with her mother than he had with his wife Jill.
After the items he chose to keep had been packed into his car, when Pamela Cole insisted he stay for dinner Oliver eagerly accepted while noting that without Jill to go home to there was no rush to go back there.
The dinner came with a couple of glasses of wine, and when the petite middle-aged woman suggested that Oliver spend the night instead of driving all that way back, her son-in-law took her up on the offer.
"Just like old times," Pamela Cole said as she straightened up the guest room where her daughter and Oliver had slept when they stayed over in better times, "And after you get ready for bed you can set your clothes outside the door and I'll have them washed and dried for tomorrow, just like a fine hotel."
"I can't have you do that," Oliver protested meekly, but he relented when his mother-in-law insisted.
"But first we have to finish the wine," Pamela said, so they retreated to the kitchen to have some more wine and reminisce before they turned in.
Dutifully Oliver got undressed, checking to make sure his underwear were still fairly clean before setting them outside the door and scurrying under the covers of the bed.
Oliver looked at the shadows dancing on the ceiling from the moonlight filtering through the trees outside, and as he thought of Jill who was busy starting a new life with that guy she had been sneaking around with he couldn't help but thinking and even saying out loud to himself.
"I should have married her Mom instead."
Indeed, the two women did look much like mother and daughter, both of them perky blondes with nice petite figures, and even now in her mid fifties Oliver thought that Pamela Cole was still a very pretty woman with only a few tiny hints that she was actually as old as her driver's license said.
As Oliver reclined in bed his hand went under the sheets and found his boner, something that had often occurred when he thought about Jill's mother. He imagined Mrs. Cole's body was much like her daughter's, although she had always dressed so modestly he had little to go on but his fantasies.
After stroking his member for a moment Oliver stopped because making a mess like that in the guest bedroom would have been tacky, so he let himself go and tried to go to sleep.
***
The other person in the house, Pamela Cole, was also thinking thoughts she could never admit to having. What she had done with her son-in-law's clothes before throwing them in the wash disgusted her now that she was in her bedroom, and the idea of Oliver catching her sniffing the crotch of his underwear was too horrible to imagine, but she was so starved for the scent of pheromones that it was as if she had been driven to such a perverse thing.
As Pamela slipped on the bland and shapeless beige nightie and looked at her reflection in the mirror, she grimaced at the way time had taken away her beauty. She was still trim and fit but the way her breasts sagged made her want to cry.
Once they had been perky and firm but as the years went by for whatever reason athe little weight she gained went to her chest and now her breasts hung down to her waist, looking absurd on her skinny frame. That was why she stuffed her bosom in bras she had long ago outgrown in an effort to look as she always had, but when the harness came off - well, it was no secret to Pamela why her husband left her four years ago and why no suitors came rushing to take his place.
As she looked at herself she thought about what she was trying to work up the courage to do. Oliver was in the room across the hall, a very sweet lad who had been crushed when her daughter Jill had dumped him. Maybe he wasn't the most macho man around, Pamela mused - the term 'Mama's boy' coming to mind - but he was kind and considerate and that had to count for something.
Oliver also had a crush on her. Pamela wasn't 100% positive about that because it was possible that he was just a very kind man who tried to be nice to his wife's mother for the sake of his relationship, but the older woman didn't think so.
What if she did go across the hall? Just for a casual visit of course, but doing so dressed like this was so out of character. Not that the lad would laugh or anything but she still looked nothing like what he had been used to seeing every day for the last few years.
Blame it on the wine. That was what the divorcee told herself as she took a deep breath and went out into the hall, pausing at the door where no light appeared down at the bottom. Maybe he's asleep, she wondered, and then tapped lightly on the wood, so gently that she might have been subconsciously hoping the knock wasn't heard.
"Yes Mrs. Cole?" came the voice from inside, causing the woman's heart to skip a beat, and then she turned the knob and stepped inside the guest room.
***
For a second Oliver thought that he might actually still be asleep because the vision standing in the doorway looked like part of a dream. The dim light coming from the hallway behind her made the little woman look angelic, and not only that it made the image of her body through the nightie rather clear.
"Hope I didn't wake you Oliver," his mother-in-law said as she floated towards the bed.
"Me. No. Just thinking Mrs. Cole," Oliver replied as he tried and failed not to stare at his mother-in-law's breasts swaying freely under the satin, the size of which shocked him because while he had mentally undressed her many times she had never looked like this in his mind.
"When did you start with the Mrs. Cole nonsense?" she playfully scolded while staying over next to the dresser, aware of Oliver's gaze and unsure what to do next.
"Well, it's just that with the divorce coming up," Oliver mumbled. "I wasn't sure that..."
"Look honey, you know how I feel about all that, but while I can't stop any of that from happening the one thing I can do is make sure our relationship stays the same," Pamela replied as she hoped her stiffening nipples weren't visible. "I know Jill hates me for what she saw as me taking sides, but I hope we can always remain friends, and I would prefer you call me what you always have - unless you feel you can't."
"No. I can. I want to," Oliver answered, and with a little smile added, "Mom."
"That's better," Pamela responded. "I know you're probably tired and all but I'm not used to having company these days. Feel like talking a bit?"
"Sure," Oliver said, and after his mother-in-law looked around for the chair he slid over on the bed and patted the sheet while making she he stayed covered. "Sit down here Mom."
"Okay son," Pamela said as she perched on the edge of the mattress and swiveled to face the lad, but when she saw where Oliver continued to stare she felt like a cow and said, "I should go put something on over this. Don't know why I came in like I am."
"No, don't Mom," Oliver quickly replied and patted her thigh. "I'm sorry to stare but it's just I can't believe..."
