(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.)
(Additional note for this series: EACH CHAPTER IN THIS SERIES CAN BE READ ON ITS OWN. Each chapter is self-contained, but if you do read the whole thing, some of the specific details will become clearer and more fleshed-out. Enjoy)
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(Chapter 6)
Sylvia Morris was as pleased as punch to have her entire family back home under one roof. The brassy, chesty, 46-year-old took years to come terms with the fact that she was a mother. And now, she was an empty nester. Sure, her husband, Roger, was still around, but there was nothing like having the kids back home. While it had taken years for her to adjust to the idea of being a mom, she had always relished the job, and she had given it her all every step of the way. She truly loved being a mom, and she loved her kids. So, despite the challenges she had felt adjusting to motherhood, it was, in many ways, the time of her life.
And now, with them all being back home for the holiday, it was just like old times again. Sure, things were different, as her kids had grown up jobs and were in relationships. But for Sylvia, with them being home again, it was like nothing had changed.
Her youngest, Liam, was the apple of his mother's eye. The 24-year-old son was handsome and clever and whip-smart. He'd been a bit bookish in his younger years, and it was at her insistent urging that he put himself out there so he could find a nice girl and get the attention a great young man like him deserved. And since leaving home, he had done so. He'd become a lot more confident, and he had come back home with his cute new girlfriend, Jess, in tow. And not only that, he had just landed a great job, writing for this big-time website. And he had already done pretty well there, landing a big interview with the head of the 'North Pole' plant that very morning. Overall, things were looking up for young Liam.
Sylvia's daughter, Deb, was no slouch either. The 26-year-old was doing pretty well for herself too. She was a very talented artist, which wasn't exactly a profession with great prospects, but she had made the most of it. She did all her work on the computer, and with her being adept at that kinda thing, she really cooked up some good stuff. Most of it was original work, some of it by request, but she sold it all herself and made some good money. She'd even done commissioned work for movie studios and other really popular things. She did have a day job at an ad firm, doing graphic design, but she really thrived doing her own work. Sylvia was very proud of her success, and she was happy to have her back home. And the best part was that she had brought her hunky new husband, Jonathan, with her.
Oh, that Jonathan...
What a beautiful hunk of man her daughter had landed. A former college football linebacker, before he blew out his knee, he still definitely looked the part. Tall, handsome, and square-jawed, he still had plenty of those sculpted, bulging muscles that he had cultivated in his playing days. You take one look at him, and you think he's all muscle and testosterone, just a muscle-head. But honestly, he was the furthest thing from it. Well, he did still have his more masculine pursuits, but he was a sharp, intelligent, hard-working, and principled young man. Pivoting away from his football career, he found work at a very successful company, working in sales. He had enough cleverness and charm to get through to anyone, and he could always fall back on his sports background when dealing with a lot of the more bro type people he often met. His company had commissioned work from the ad firm that Deb worked at, and that was how they ended up meeting. A year later, they were wed.
They were an odd match in a lot of ways. He was 6 feet and 4 inches tall, and just a big, jock-looking dude. And Deb was a kinda short, slim, mousy girl with glasses. He was this football guy, and she was the nerdy girl in the back of the class. He was not the type of guy she usually went for, so there was something beyond just his good looks that attracted her to him. And it was true. Behind all those muscles, he was a sensitive soul, with an appreciation for art and other creative pursuits. A guy who liked to laugh. A guy who stood up for the little guy. A far cry from some of his peers. Despite their differences, they were a great match for each other, and they were very much in love.
Sylvia was pretty big fan of him herself.
She still remembered the first time she met her future son-in-law. She was used to the sort of shrimpy, nerdy, hipster guys that Deb tended to date. So Sylvia was surprised to find herself looking up at this tall, strapping young man her daughter had corralled. And what a man he was. Almost immediately, she felt an affection for him. During their first meeting at a restaurant, she found herself hanging on every word he said, laughing at all his jokes, unable to take her eyes off him. She could tell she was laying it on a bit too much, so she pulled back as to not scare him off. But nonetheless, she immediately felt a strong connection to him. And a few months down the line, when Deb announced they were engaged, Sylvia found herself even more excited than her daughter that Jonathan was about to become part of their family. She would welcome any excuse just to spend more time in his presence.
They say that for a guy, you have to win over the mother if you want your marriage to succeed. And Jon had gotten the job done there. By the end of that first meeting, he'd charmed Sylvia. Quite frankly, without really trying, he'd practically charmed the pants off of her.
Yeah, Sylvia found her new son-in-law very, VERY attractive.
She knew how bad that sounded. But... god damn, if he gave the word, she'd have spread her legs for him in an instant. It didn't matter that he was her daughter's husband. He was that hot! Damn... his chiseled features. That body. His butt. He was mouth-watering. And it didn't take much time around him, with her eyes studying his crotch, for her to confirm that he was packing a very large johnson between his legs, to her great delight. Hours after their first fateful meeting, Sylvia was masturbating to thoughts of this handsome young man who had just entered her life, thanking the hands of fate that had brought him into her life.
The funny thing about this whole thing was that Jonathan was not the type of guy who normally appealed to her. Even in her younger days, while she got her fill of attention from the jock type guys her own age, she always found older men much more appealing. That's how she ended up with Roger, a man almost twenty years her senior. A cunning little tease at 19, she'd had an affair with the older man, a rich, handsome lawyer. And when he knocked her up, he did the right thing and put a ring on her finger and locked her hot little ass down. His hefty bank account allowed her to live without having to work, and 26 years and two kids later, they were still going strong.
Well... mostly.
Roger used to be a lot more fun in his younger years, more than keeping up with his younger wife. Tall and fit, the age gap never got in the way of her lust for him. It only enhanced it. But time had taken its toll, and age had slowed him down. While he had fought off any major weight gain, his hair had gone from a delightful salt-and-pepper to completely white. And while he had done respectably well at fighting off the biggest signs of aging, namely not getting too many wrinkles, in terms of his mind, he'd become a grouchy old man, not up for any fun stuff anymore. While him and Sylvia still got along, it'd be a lie to say the spark was still there.
