[ Chapter 9 ]
A couple hours later, I sat in my spacious house office room upstairs, After what happened I decided to work from home and had just finished a video conference with my business clients.
As I was absent minded sitting in my chair, my mind driven back to the affair between me and my mother in law.
It all seemed so unreal, unlike last night when I was drunk this time I could clearly remember everything—her full red painted lips, her vuloptuous breasts and her amazing pussy.
The way I had taken her, done with her as I pleased was both mind blowing and oh so arousing. Not to mention the fact that I was now an unfaithful husband.
And this time I had been in full control too. Yeah, Madeline had started things but the word 'no' had never crossed my lips.
I had never even considered stopping. Yeah, I had objected, but it had taken very little persuasion for me to surrender.
The worst part though? I didn't feel guilty, little guilty maybe. And I felt that I should feel so guilty.
Not to mention that I just cheated on my wife with her mother. It hadn't even been guilt that had chased me from the breakfast table after a fast meal. Rather, it had been the awkwardness.
I mean, what do you say to your mother in law after fucking her silly across the table? That was so ungentlemanly of me.
And now the same thoughts and questions kept coming back to me. From the way we started it, it was clear that was just the beginning of our affair. Then what about Angela? Was I a bastard husband? Cheater? Scum who cheated on her with her own mother?
As I was having a battle in my mind, I could not stop myself from remembering the images of her sexy body, large, full breasts, red, smiling lips and her warm, sultry eyes radiating need kept making my heart speed up and lust return to my groin.
And just when I was lost in my reverie, someone knocking on the door interrupted this pleasant and disturbing daydream of mine, and before I could call out, it opened.
"Excusez-moi, Monsieur." Madeline smiled and greeted as she stepped into my room with her intentionally heavy French accent, the way she spoke was sexy and arousing I don't know what she was up to.
I bit my own lip when I saw her, she was wearing a sexy attire that was stunningly arousing.
She had changed from the discreetly sexy blouse and skirt she had worn this morning into an overtly slutty French maid uniform.
An uniform that consisted of a dangerously short, black dress that didn't even reach her stocking-tops and was so tight and low cut across the chest that only a miracle kept her well-rounded breasts from escaping.
A small, white, frilly apron and atop her head was a cap in the same, frilly material placed upon her beautifully styled hair. The entire dress was edged with that frilly stuff.
"Auntie, I mean Madeline?" I asked, simply awestruck. Wow, she was a vision! She even had a choker around her neck in that same flimsy fabric that turned me on a great deal.
"Madeline?" she asked in that sexy and cute accent, acting confused, "I am Eva, le monsieur's maid, and I apologise for interrupting le Monsieur, but I've to dust le Monsieur's office."
She held out the duster in her hand, that I had completely overlooked until now. Then again, looking at her generous breasts squeezed into that little dress, I wouldn't have noticed even if the world collapsing.
Without further explanation, she strode into my spacious office and started dusting my bookcase across the room from me, while giving me the best possible view.
Funny thing was, though, it only seemed to be the top-most shelf and the bottom one that needed dusting, making this sexy mature woman alternating stretch as high as she could reach and bending over, giving me a view that was absolutely nose bleeding. By now, I was already damn so hard.
Her stockings had a noticeable, black seam running from her shoes all the way to the top, ending right below the gentle curving of her sweet, round ass.
I couldn't tell why that sexy seam was so erotically charged, but it was making her seem more, available.
"Finie," she said when she reached the end of the shelf and turned around to look at me once more.
Madeline noticed me staring pervertedly and smiled, pleased with the smoldering attention I gave her.
Her smile turned inviting as she slowly walked towards me, with each step her breasts strained against the thin fabric of the uniform, and they inevitably drew my eyes.
Huge, round knockers just begging for attention and put out on display, just for me. I drank them up with my eyes, longing to hold them, fondle them again.
"And last," she muttered as she stepped in between my legs and gently pushed them further apart with her knees, she smiled flirtatiously, "Monsieur, pardon me but you need to get cleaned as well."
And with that she slid down on her knees, her hands finding my zipper that she quickly opened, pulling my briefs down and letting my rock hard cock spring out into the free air.
"Oooh, Monsieur," she gushed happily as her warm hand grasped my eight inches length, "May I?"
"Yes," I breathed, not willing to interrupt her or dissuade her in any way. This was about to be so good!
"Mhm," she leant in and exhaled my manly scent. She licked her lips sensuously before looking back at me, giving me her seductive smile.
Without further ado, those inviting lips that I kissed so deeply and hungrily a couple hours ago closed around my cock, shocking the hell out of me.
"Oh God!" I gasped, surprised and very, very happy with this new development. Still keeping eye-contact, she began sucking. Slowly, carefully, she let the most intense, the most tangible arousal I had ever felt build in me.
"Madeli, I mean Eva!" I gasped, managing correct myself, we are in the middle our role play and I still enough in control to remember our little game.
Her lips slowly gliding up and down my iron-hard cock sent waves of pleasure through me, making it harder and harder to focus on anything.
I squeezed my eyes shut, letting myself sink into it, forgetting everything but this beautiful, sexy mature woman who bringing me such wonders.
"Ah... Oh yessss..." I groaned as my arousal grew and grew.
I opened my eyes, looking down at my sexy mature maid and couldn't help but notice that she too seemed awfully happy and content.
Like being on her knees with my cock slowly gliding in and out of her mouth was where she wanted to be. She met my eyes and slowly pulled her head off my length, all the time smiling at me.
"Mhm... magnifique!" she exclaimed and gave my cock a long, teasing lick, from my balls to the tip. Her wicked smile at my sharp intake of breath was something out of a wet dream.
[ End of chapter ]