Ohh! Brother-in-law Where Art Thou?!
Here's Mother
Delilah went to the fashion show with her sister the next day. Their mother suddenly had a major headache and told her she had to go to make sure Fran didn’t get into any trouble. When they left her headache mercilessly disappeared. She walked downstairs in nothing but a sleeping gown, if you could call it even that. It was more like see through plastic with a cotton like feel. Hank was in front of the TV again and didn’t notice her come down. In fact he was entirely oblivious to her presence until she plopped down in his lap. He looked down at the body that had just invaded his personal space and began to take in quick breaths.
Despite her being a mother of four and nearing fifty, she had the body of a twenty-year-old super model. Except for a few wrinkles and very little saggy skin, hardly noticeable, her body was an exact copy of her daughters, well theirs were exact copies of hers.
Hank smiled, “Good morning, Megan.”
“Good morning,”
“Your headache gone?”
“Yes, but something else is aching now.”
“Oh?”
“And I think this time you can help.”
Hank’s smile grew even larger. He nibbled on her neck for a little bit then said, “Like what?”
Megan moved so she was kneeling over him, a leg on each side of him. She unzipped his jeans and looked down at the growing member. Her gaze went to his face and she said, “Fuck me.”