Mature Man & Maiden Maureen Ch. 19

She smiled and nodded her head while listening to me rambling on about scotch.

"Yet, once you go from 12 to 18, you just can't go back to 12. I received this bottle as a gift when I left my full-time job to work at home as a writer. The bottle had been sitting unopened on a shelf for several years. Most people can't taste the difference between 18 and 21 and if you can't than you can save some money by sticking with the 18, but I can. The 21 is lighter and smoother. It's almost syrupy sweet."

A bit nervous, I was talking too much and talking too much about scotch. She's going to think that I'm full of myself or worse, a drinker, even worse, a drunk, when I'm not any of those things. I needed to shut up and allow her to speak.

"Well, I see you know your scotch, as well as your women."

'Hmm, know my women? What did she mean by that,' I thought?

Hoping to impress her, I found it interesting that she didn't say anything about me being a writer and a published author. With her making that off-the-cuff remark about women, maybe, she's not as classy as I thought she was. I let her remark about women pass.

I didn't want to start a game of tit for tat. Maybe, she was referring to Maureen. I wondered if she knew about Gwen and/or about Colleen having had sex with me. Nah, not their style, Gwen and/or Colleen would never talk to Carol about me, especially in that sort of sexual way.

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"Excuse me for a moment," I said.

I got up and went to the kitchen and took out the food that I had ready in the fridge, a plate of cheese and crackers and a plate of fruit and vegetables. Now, if Gwen and Colleen were still here, I'd be opening a bottle of bubbly and we'd be doing something erotic with the fruit and vegetable plate. Suddenly, I imagined Carol lying on her back on my dining room table naked but for a couple of Ritz crackers on her nipples with broccoli covering her pussy. I imagined her covering my cock with whipped cream, as she...

'Stop it,' I thought! 'What the Hell is wrong with me? After having sex with both of her daughters the last thing that you want to do is to have sex with their mother.'

Maybe, because I was nervous being alone with my never to be mother-in-law, but I found myself looking at her legs, especially every time she crossed and uncrossed them. She had long, shapely legs and I was horny. I'm always horny. I hadn't had sex since Colleen left last Sunday night and there sitting across from me was some fresh meat, albeit aged a bit, but still looking rather tender than tough.

Her long legs were shaped much like Gwen's and Maureen's legs, only older and, but for the silk nylons, they looked the same. Glad that she wasn't wearing pantyhose, I hate pantyhose. Unless they were going somewhere such as a wedding or a funeral, Maureen, Colleen, and Gwen didn't wear pantyhose. Probably, no doubt, some gay, fashion designer who hated heterosexual men and was jealous of sexy women invented pantyhose.

Actually, like Maureen, Colleen, and Gwen, I'm glad that Carol had worn just panties and stockings beneath her short skirt instead of pantyhose. Had she worn pantyhose beneath her short skirt, she never would have flashed me panties. In the way her daughter Gwen had flashed me her panties, I loved seeing unexpected, upskirt flashes of panties.

'Stop it! Jesus! What the Hell is wrong with me,' I asked myself again?

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Then, as if on cue, she crossed her legs again, this time slowly, sexily, and more deliberately. Was she purposely trying to flash me? Perhaps that first scotch went straight to her head. Perhaps, in the way that I'm sexually excited that she's here with me, she's sexually aroused being alone with me.

Then, there, as if it was a 60 mph curve ball, instead of a 100 mph fastball thrown right down the middle of home plate, she caught my sexual attention. A little careless in how she was sitting, I suddenly saw more than I should of her and all that I hoped I'd see. I saw the top of her nylons, the clip of her garter belt again, and the triangular patch of her bright, white panties, again.

'Oh, Baby,' I thought. 'Mommy is an erotic, sexy bitch.'

In the way that she flashed me her sexy undergarments when alighting from her car, she flashed me her panties again while sitting on my sofa. Suddenly, my cock grew to my new appreciation of her sexy lingerie and to her flashing me. Then, with the thought of her white gloves that lay hidden in her purse, I wanted her to don her sexy gloves again. Suddenly, between her gloves and her sexy lingerie, I saw her in a new light.

'Hello, sexy MILF of a grandmother,' I thought.

Only, after Maureen lost her life and our unborn baby, she wasn't a grandmother. I just hoped that Gwen was on the pill. I hope I didn't make that crazy bitch pregnant. I couldn't take a steady sexual diet of having physically violent and punishing sex with Gwen.

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Now all that I could think about is Carol flashing me her white panties. As much as I loved women flashing me their bra clad breasts, and long, sexy lines of cleavage, I loved women flashing me their panties, too. Yet, other than a bride at her wedding, I hadn't seen a garter belt in decades. I didn't even know they still made them. She must have sent away special and ordered it from Frederick's of Hollywood, along with those white gloves.

I couldn't help but wonder if she wore her lingerie especially for me or if this was something that she always wore. But for the pillow that she held in front of her, I remembered Maureen coming to my room naked that first night to ask if she could sleep with me. Then, I remembered Gwen asking me to undress her and then asking me to strip her naked. Crossing my fingers with hopeful anticipation, this evening may get sexually interesting after all.

"May I freshen your drink?"

She smiled while holding up and handing me her empty glass.

"Yes, that would be lovely. Thank you," she said.

Preoccupied with seeing her white glove hands again, when I saw her naked hand and her long, manicured fingers, I wished she was still wearing those damn, sexy gloves. I'd love to fill her gloved hand with all of me. I'd love her to give me a hand job while wearing her white gloves.

'I hope you don't mind me taking you in my mouth. I don't want you to cum on my white gloves but you may cum in my mouth,' I imagined her saying.

Perversely perverted and horny, I couldn't stop having inappropriate, sexual thoughts for Carol.

'Gees, that's enough,' I thought. 'I need to stop thinking that way about Maureen's mother in such a sexually forbidden way.'

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We sat there talking while sipping our scotches, eating cheese and crackers, and fruits and vegetables. It was getting late after 1:00 am and Carol was working on her third scotch, a double. Actually, they were all doubles and she suddenly looked like she was feeling the effects of the drinks.

I was surprised that she kept pace with me, drink for drink. Yet, that 21-year-old scotch had a way of sneaking up on her. Not intentionally trying to get Maureen's mother drunk, with me playing the gracious host, we were having a good time talking. Suddenly, I remembered Gwen not being able to hold her alcohol. Now, watching Carol begin to nod off, too, I know where Gwen got her inability to handle her liquor.

"C'mon, let's get you off to bed," I said standing. "I have the guest bedroom already made up for you."

As soon as I said the words, C'mon, let's get you off...I thought about getting her off by masturbating her after undressing her, and stripping her naked, while she lay in bed.

'Stop it,' I thought while trying to quell my horny mind!

I needed to focus my thoughts elsewhere. I needed to act like the respectful gentleman that I needed to be. This is the mother of my beloved Maureen and that wild and crazy Gwen.

"I'm not tired, yet," she said suddenly looking up at me with her big, beautiful, blue eyes and appearing wide awake. "I'm having a relaxing time talking to you."

'Talking to me,' I thought? 'She hadn't said anything in the last ten minutes. She was nodding off.'

"Let's have one for the road, shall we?"

She held up her empty glass to me again.

"Okay, sure."

I made her a fresh drink, a small one this time. In just a few minutes, I watched her down the last of it.

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I sat in my favorite catbird seat, where I prefer sitting, when entertaining an attractive woman wearing a short skirt, while hoping she'd flash me her panties. She sat across from me on the soft, low sofa while I sat higher up in my Queen Anne chair. If Carol was deliberately or unintentionally showing me anything, I'd see it from this angle.

Not one to disappoint me, towards the end of the last drink, she had become more than a bit careless about the arrangement of the hem of her skirt and in the way that she was sitting. No longer sitting like a lady with her knees cemented, closed together, she sat more like a construction worker on his lunchbreak. She sat with her knees parted enough to give me a continual view of the tops of her nylons, her garter belt, and her bright, white panties.

'Hello sexy Mama,' I thought.

The more that she drank and talked, the more careless she was about her sitting position. Her above the knee, length, short skirt had risen higher than the middle of her thighs. As if she was an exhibitionist in the way that her daughter Gwen was, she gave me a continual voyeur's upskirt view, and a between her legs show of herself. Making me horny and giving me an erection, she repeatedly flashed me her white panties every time she crossed and uncrossed her shapely legs.

With the scotch weaving its magic on me, too, if she wasn't shy about showing, then, I wasn't shy about looking. I stared at her exposed crotch, as if I had never seen a woman's bright, white panties before. I couldn't help but wonder what she'd look like without her clothes. Having already eaten, Maureen, Colleen, and Gwen numerous times, I couldn't help but wonder what she'd tasted like when lying on her back and with her legs spread and draped over my shoulders and down my back.

'I'm so sexually incorrigible,' I thought. 'I'm already imagining eating Carol's pussy. I'm already imagining giving her a sexual orgasm not only with my fingers but also with my tongue.'

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It was all so very erotic seeing flashes of the tops of her nylons and garter belt. Then, whenever she crossed, or uncrossed her legs, her knees were parted plenty, wide-open enough for me to see what I had hoped to see. Whether unintentionally or deliberately, she flashed me her panty clad pussy mound, her camel toe, her pussy slit, and what I could see of her blonde patch of blonde, trimmed, pubic hair through her sheerly, revealing panties.

Between the alcohol and my innate horniness, her continual panty flashes made me horny. I imagined that Dina Merrill and Angie Dickinson combined as one woman was sitting across from me. Tempted to do so but controlling myself from doing it, I wanted to sit beside her on the couch, take her in my arms, and play tongue hockey with her, while feeling her through her clothes.

I imagined slowly sliding my hand over her proud, bra covered breasts, before slowly moving my hand down her slim waistline to the far reaches of her. I wanted to feel her up where, possibly, no man has touched her in years. Yet, Colleen told me that Carol had affairs with men, younger men.

Moreover, Gwen told me that her mother was a nudists who enjoyed going to nude beaches. She even showed me pictures of her mother in her bra and panties, topless, and naked, too. Then, Colleen warned me that Carol was a bit of a whore.

'Interesting,' I thought. 'I may have a wildcat by the tail with this one.'

Adding to my horniness and sexually excitement, I continued imagining touching her and feeling her through her clothes. With one hand feeling her breasts while fingering her nipples through her blouse and bra, I imagined slowly sliding my meaty palm down and beneath her skirt to cup her pussy through her panties. I imagined my long, experienced fingers pushing the edge of her panties aside to explore and deftly part her pussy lips with my probing fingertips. In the way that I had masturbated Maureen, Colleen, and Gwen, I imagined masturbating Carol, too.

'Stop it! Stop it, now. This is crazy,' I thought. 'It's not enough that I had sex with Maureen, and her younger sister, Gwen, and now, I'm imagining having sex with their mother, Carol, too. What's wrong with me?'

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Now, almost 2:00 am, it was very late and she was slouching again. Clearly, she was more than a little tipsy. She was drunk. Definitely, she was tired.

"You need some rest, Carol," I said. "C'mon, let's put you to bed."

She looked up at me and smiled. Her smile reminded me of Maureen's beautiful smile. When Carol smiled at me like that, I wanted to kiss her.

"Okay," she said.

Giving me the best view of her panties thus far, her legs were fully spread wide-open and the hem of her short skirt was all the way up to her crotch. Her hands pressed down on the cushions, while trying to stand up from the softness of the sofa. Unable to get herself up, she was unable to stand.

"Let me give you a hand," I said with a devious smile while ready to pick her up in my arms and carry her as I did with Colleen and Gwen.

After enjoying more of her panty show for a long minute, I stood and reached beneath her arms to help her up. I enjoyed the feel of both sides of her bra covered breasts. Since she was a bit drunk, I figured that she wouldn't notice me feeling the sides of her breasts through her blouse and bra.

If she did notice my hands taking sexual liberties, I figured she'd think it was an accident with me being a little tipsy, too. Yet, hoping she didn't notice my roving hands, on the pretense that I was keeping her from falling forward, I deliberately moved my palms across the front of her bra while hoping to feel her erect nipples. I loved feeling women through their clothes.

As I lifted her, as my pretense from keeping her from falling, I continued brushing my horny hands across the front of her bra clad breasts. Then, an unexpected surprise, I felt the impressions of her erect nipples emerge. Either she was cold or sexually aroused by purposely having flashed me her panties, but her nipples were already erect and hard. She had big and firm knockers and it felt good to feel tits and nipples again, even if it was through her blouse and bra.

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'Who am I kidding,' I thought? 'In the way that I'm sexually attracted to her daughters, I'm sexually attracted to her, too.'

Only, a huge barrier, she's Maureen's and Gwen's mother. Moreover, she's married. She has a husband. Those were real issues bordering on sexual lunacy. Yet, not one that I haven't already bridged by sleeping with both of her daughters, and with Maureen's best friend, Colleen, too, this may be my chance to have sex with Carol, too.

With my arm around her and my hand in constant contact with the side of her big breasts during the slow, inebriated walk down the hall, I helped her to the guest bedroom and sat her on the bed. As I lowered her down on the bed, continuing to feel her enormous breasts through her blouse and bra, her fully clothed tits felt good in my horny hands. As much as I love undressing women and stripping them naked, I loved making out with them while feeling them through their clothes.

As if she was a drunken sailor sitting on his bunk, her legs were now wide open and her short skirt was nearly up to her crotch. Slowly, I removed my hands away from beneath her arms, while feeling the sides of her breasts, as I withdrew them. She sat there dazed and looking dizzy and disoriented.

Nonetheless, she looked quite kissable. I so wanted to kiss her. Missing Maureen and Gwen's kisses, and Colleen's kisses, too, I was curious if Carol kissed as sexually passionately as did her daughters.

"Are you going to be okay, Carol?"

She giggled.

"Fine, I'm fine," she said slurring her words and with a wave of her hand at me.

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Then sexually shocking me as much as she sexually excited me, before I had the chance to turn and leave the room, she slowly and sexily started to unbuttoned her blouse in front of me.

"That was really good scotch," she said looking up at me with a laugh while continuing to unbutton her blouse.

'Had she engaged me in conversation so that I wouldn't leave her room? Did she want me to stay longer to watch her slow, inebriated, striptease show,' I wondered?

Frozen in place, she knew that I was there. Standing in her room only two feel from her bed, she knew that I was watching her unbuttoning her blouse, and staring at her undressing. Unable to look away, not wanting to miss her unexpected striptease show, I couldn't leave. Instead, on the pretense of making sure that she was okay, I watched her undress.

Now, with her blouse unbuttoned and fully opened, I stared at the sight of her cleavage, the tops of her gigantic breasts, and her sexy, white, lace, low-cut brassiere. A big brassiere, her bra was as big as Maureen's, enormous bra and as big a Gwen's, massive bra. I wondered if Carol's tits were as big and as shapely as their tits, too.

She continued undressing herself, as if we were lovers or as if I wasn't even there in the room with her. Then, I remembered what Maureen said about her sister and her mother, that they were not shy about nudity. She said that the three of them went to nude beaches together. She said that they all could have been nudists.

'Hello mommy,' I thought. 'Give me something more to masturbate over tonight. Show me your tits. I want to see your enormous, naked breasts before I leave your room.'

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Too drunk to find it, I watched her fumble trying to find the zipper on her skirt. As much as I wanted to see her bra and her naked breasts, I couldn't wait to see her panties, nylons, and garter belt again, too. She stood with her blouse gaping open while exposing her white, lacy bra. She turned side to side and was still unable to find her zipper to her skirt. I watched her hand feel each side of her before feeling the back of her.

"For the life of me, Mark, I can't seem to find my zipper," she said throwing up her hands and laughing. "Can you lend me a hand?"

I looked at her sideways to make sure that she had willingly and consensually gave me her permission to undress her.

"Are you sure that you want me to unzip your skirt," I said. "Unless, I close my eyes," I said with a laugh. "I'll see your panties."

She laughed, too.

"Don't worry about seeing my panties. Many men have seen more than just my panties when going to a nude beach with my daughters," she said. "I'm not sexually shy about nudity. You'd be doing me a big favor by helping me to undress," she said with a laugh.

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I approached her and squatted down to find her zipper. Sexually surprising me, she leaned forward and against me as if I was her giant pillow. Then, she took me up in a big bearhug. I could feel her bra covered breasts on my back and they felt erotically wonderful.

Tempted to do so, I so wanted to straighten up and feel her tits through her brassiere. I unbuttoned her skirt. Then, I found her zipper and unzipped her skirt. As my pretense to feel her bra clad breasts again, with my hands positioned on either side of her brassiere, I held her so that she wouldn't slouch to the side while sitting on the bed. As soon as her skirt was unbuttoned and unzipped, she stood and allowed her skirt to fall to the floor.

"Oops," she said laughing as her skirt collected around her ankles.

My imagined sexual fantasy come true, she stood before me in her sexy, low-cut bra and white, bikini panties. I couldn't believe that I was seeing Carol in her sexy lingerie. She had one Hell of a body for a 50-year-old woman. Just as Maureen used to do with me, every time I heard it, her laugh was intoxicating and I laughed with her until we both laughed hysterically.