My name is Steve, and I live a great life. I'm a 46-year-old man, married 23 years to my wonderful wife, Jackie, or Jacqueline as only her Mom calls her. I met Jackie when she was just 17 and I was 21. We got married almost 2 years later, and went on to have 2 girls, Cindy and Emma, who are now 20 and 19. They are both married, and our oldest has a baby on the way. Since we first met, Jackie has had a very high sex drive (as have I), and we have always enjoyed a fantastic sex life. Well, at least we did until her Dad passed away last fall.
You see, Jackie has always been a "Daddy's girl", and that was obvious from the time I met her. Their bond was so close, that when they danced "their" father and daughter dance at our wedding reception, you would have thought that they were the married couple, not she and I. They embraced more than danced during their song, and held that embrace for moments after the song ended, much to the cheering of the entire crowd.
Also, since we got married, Jackie had a habit of going to visit her dad on Wednesday afternoons, when her Mom, Maria, would go out to do her weekly shopping and errands. That occurred, without fail, every week until last October, when her father, Jack, died of a massive coronary in his backyard. The doctors said that even if he had been on an operating table when it happened, he wouldn't have been saved.
This put Jackie into a deep depression. She mourned his loss so badly, it was hard for her to focus on anything. Our sex life suffered. We would normally have sex 5 or 6 times a week, and that fell off to almost once a week or less. Jackie knew I needed more, but she wasn't able to have sex as often as we were used to. She was there with me in bed, but her mind seemed to be somewhere else.
Also a victim of Jack's untimely death was his wife Maria. His death devastated her, and for a mother-in-law who always treated me like gold, she became very distant from both of us. We would see her on occasion but Jackie and Maria just weren't engaged with each other any longer. Since Jack's death, Maria continued to live in their marital home of 35 years, just across town from us. That was, until Covid 19 came along.
In March, as the world was collapsing around this pandemic, Jackie and I discussed what we should do with her Mom. If she remained isolated in her own home, it would be even more difficult for her to grieve. It wasn't a difficult decision to ask Maria to move in with us until life could get back to normal.
Jackie's Mom is your typical grandmother, a sweet 65 year old who loves too cook for others. She is only 5' (same height as Jackie is) and probably 50 or so pounds overweight, including a curvy rump and DD breasts, whereas Jackie's boobs are more like an 'A' cup. Although her breasts could never be the size of her Mom, Jackie would likely have shared those curvy hips and thighs, but she and I run together every evening after dinner, except Tuesdays. On Tuesdays, Jackie teaches a photography course at the local community college.
So Maria moved in with us on March 15th. We put her up in Cindy's (our oldest) vacant bedroom , which Jackie and I had planned to turn into a workout room. The large double bed was still in place, as were a couple of dressers for Jackie's Mom to keep her personal items in, and on. Maria soon fit in very well, and seemed to enjoy our company. Since Jackie works from home, they began to relate more. With the two of them back together, Jackie seemed a little more like herself. I'm guessing that their talks together involved sharing memories of Jack, and their family life over the years.
I work at a plastics plant, a 9to5 office job. When I would come home every day from work, I was greeted by the two of them, her Mom requesting a peck on the cheek, and Jackie of course, lips only. They seemed to be getting along better than before her Mom moved in.
The first Tuesday evening after Maria settled in, Jackie left for her photography course. A few minutes later, her Mom appeared from the bathroom in her knee length nightgown (which was a routine for her after dinner), and told me that she was going to her room for a nap. A few minutes later, I was heading down the hall to the bathroom and passed by her bedroom door, which was opened a crack. I could hear sounds from within, and stopped for a moment near the door. It definitely sounded like she was moaning and I wondered if she was okay, so I looked through the space between the door and the jamb, and found Maria on her bed, her nightgown hiked up to her hips. Her feet were pulled up tightly against her wide thighs, with her knees splayed open and her eyes closed tightly. She was going to town on herself, with a long, silver vibrator, and had her other hand rubbing over her very large left breast, through her nightgown. Her entire hairy crotch was in full view, as Jackie's Mom toyed with herself in the privacy of her bed.
I could see the dark areolas through the thin fabric, the fully erect nipples trying to push through the flimsy material. Her massive boobs spilled to each side of her chest. Maria's tiny fingers and thumb twisted the nubbin beneath, while her right hand pushed all six inches of the silver dildo into the thick black and grey curls that camouflaged the lips of her vulva. I stood still taking in the sensuality, as her flabby, pale hips began to gyrate around the intrusions of her vibrating toy. I witnessed the build up of her excitement, when her hand then changed course and drew the sliver shaft up and over her hooded clitoris, and then back down, and deep inside her. She continued the in-and-out, then up-and-down motions as the toy hummed against her most private places. The stimulation now changed from gentle gyrations to more of a full on humping motion. Maria's moans turned to groans as she pushed her hips into the full force of her self-induced pleasure. I began pulling at my crotch; her undulations clearly had an effect on me. I quietly unzipped and matched my strokes to that of her plastic vibrator.
