"Secondly, I'd hardly call you having sex with my mother a beautiful thing," she said with a sad, sick laugh and a smirk on her face in reaction to his insensitive remark. "If anything, it's a perversely twisted thing to have sex with the mother of your wife. I know that some husbands are into that sort of thing but I surely don't understand why you'd have sex with my Mom when you have me ready to give you hot sex any time you want it," she said seemingly more hurt than she was upset.
As if she had bitten into a lemon, she made a sour face before shooting him a look as if he was crazy for having sex with her mother and/or perhaps for admitting that he had sex with her mother. Unable to read her, was she looking at him as if he was crazy for having sex with her mother or was she looking at him while thinking that he was crazy for telling her that he had sex with her mother? He didn't know. He couldn't tell. He was still waiting for her to angrily react to his confession.
With him expecting more of a reaction from her than just making a sour face, he continued down this dangerous road of truth and dare by telling her more lies with his confession. Ready to tell her even more of the sexual details of the sexual affair he had with her mother, he was determined to get her to angrily respond to him. Dare he say the wrong thing that would really upset her, going beyond where any husband should go in his sexual confession of having sex with his wife's mother, he continued pushing his luck for the sake of pushing her buttons.
"You had to be there to know that it was more loving than it was sexual," he said. "I love your mother, I do, I really do, but not in the same way that I love you. Having known one another for twenty years, we're more good friends than we are lovers," he said. "Only the sex that I had with Trudy was just amazing," he said laying it on thick.
He looked up at the ceiling while holding a hand over his heart and fluttered his eyelashes as if having an emotional moment. If he was an actor in a movie, he'd be nominated for an Oscar. Only with her not appreciating his acting skills, she seemed as if she was bored by his confession. She let out a big sigh to concentrate more on eating her breakfast and sipping her coffee than on listening to him endlessly and shamelessly brag about having sex with her mother.
"Friends? Good friends?" She looked at him to ask him her question. "When did your mother-in-law/son-in-law relationship change from being friends to morph into being friends with benefits and before finally morphing into being lovers? I guess it all changed when you had your cock in my mother's mouth and in my mother's pussy," she said with calmness and without attitude.
"You had to be there to understand," he said.
"Be there? I'm just glad I wasn't there to see that," she said rolling her eyes. "I don't need to see you groping and grunting while having sex with my mother to imagine you two having sex," she said.
Even though it wasn't much of one, her voiced reaction was more of the heated reaction that he was looking to have. Yet, now seemingly ignoring him, instead of losing her appetite along with her temper as most women would do after hearing such a disturbing, sexual confession that named her mother as a sexual co-conspirator, she continued eating her breakfast. Strangely and curiously enough, she seemed more relieved than she was upset. Strangely and curiously enough, she wasn't showing the really angry reaction that he expected she'd have. Determined to play his April Fools' joke on her, he persevered in trying to get the hoped for irate response from her.
"She's a very sensual lover and she has huge tits," he said nodding his head in agreement of himself while holding out his hands in front of his chest in mockery of the size of her mother's huge breasts. "I licked her pussy and she sucked my cock."
In the way that her mother has very big breasts, if his wife had D cup breasts instead of C cup breasts, and with her mother looking so very much younger than her age, they could pass as sisters, instead of as mother and daughter. Between Gertrude, Gwendolyn's mother and Genevieve, Gwen's sister, they were all very beautiful and busty women. The gene pool in this family runs deep and is just amazing.
Needing her to give him more of a reaction to his sexual confession, he was perplexed why she didn't. Instead of continuing to calmly eat her breakfast and drink her coffee, why wasn't she mad? Instead of talking to him as if nothing was wrong, why wasn't she livid? Why was she so calm? Why was she still sitting there as if he never mentioned the fact that he had sex with her mother?
At the very least, he figured she would have run to the bedroom, slam shut the door, and collapsed on the bed crying. At the very most, glad that he hid the bullets, he thought that she may have retrieved his handgun from the top shelf of the bedroom closet and shot him dead. He couldn't believe the lack of reaction that she had to what should have been a disturbing sexual confession of betrayal for any wife to hear and to bear. Obviously, for her not to react to him confessing that he had sex with her mother, either she didn't believe him or there was something else going on behind his back, but what? With her an open book and with her telling him everything, what secrets could she possibly have?
"My Mom certainly does have huge breasts. Just as you've now seen them, touched them, felt them, and no doubt sucked them, I've seen my Mom's breasts many times before too," said Gwen nodding her head while finishing chewing as if she was recalling her mother's naked breasts.
"You know me and busty women," he said with a shrug. "I loved sucking your mother's huge breasts and big nipples."
She looked at him and gave him an understanding smile.
"Just as I'm glad that I inherited her big nipples, I'm glad that I didn't inherit her D cup breasts. The perfect size as far as I'm concerned, I'm glad that I have C cup breasts instead of a D cup. My Mom is always complaining about her breasts being too heavy for her back," she said as if she was talking to her husband about someone else's big breasts, a girlfriend's big breasts perhaps, instead of her mother's huge breasts.
With Gwen carrying on about her mother's huge breasts and her own big nipples, he looked at her flabbergasted by her lack of a reaction to him having just confessed to having sex with her mother. Hello? He just confessed to having had sex with her mother. He just told her that he licked her mother's pussy, sucked her tits, and she sucked his cock before he made love to her. Why isn't she mad?
Expecting her to have an angrier reaction to him bedding her mother, somehow his sexual confession of sleeping with her mother was lost somewhere in the conversation of her mother's huge tits and big nipples. For some reason, the reaction he hoped he'd received wasn't much of a reaction at all. Lost in the translation, what sounded good to him before in playing this April Fools' joke on his wife, suddenly made him feel foolish and desperate for his wife's attention.
What's wrong with this picture? Why isn't she angry? Why isn't she throwing something at him? Why is she still eating her breakfast and drinking her coffee? How can she still be hungry at a time like this? Strangely bizarre, she's more focused on her food and coffee than she is on his sexual confession of sleeping with her mother.
"Well, to be honest Gwen, I expected more of a reaction to my sexual confession that I slept with your mother," he said prodding her for more of a reaction. "I figured you'd be angry hearing that we had sex."
She looked at him while nodding her head to acknowledge that she heard what he said about having sex with her mother. Instead of being angry and instead of having a negative reaction to him sleeping with her mother, as evidenced by her smile, she seemingly had a positive reaction. She didn't seem to be angry with him at all. Either she knows his confession is an April Fools' joke or she doesn't care that he had sex with her mother. Maybe she knows his confession is an April Fools' joke and she doesn't care that he slept with her mother but why wouldn't she care that he had sex with her mother? Her response to his confession is all so strange and is even more bizarre than his confessing that he had sex with her mother.
Instead of looking at him with rage, she looked up at him with kindness, love, and understanding. Instead of yelling at him, stabbing him with her fork, slicing him with her knife, beating him with her spoon, and/or throwing hot coffee in his face, she smiled away his thoughts of her being angry that he had sex with her mother. Instead of running from the table screaming, swearing, and crying to lock herself in the bedroom before emerging with his unloaded handgun, she remained seated at the table.
