Liza's moms and old friends. Liza's mom, Martha, waved enthusiastically from the porch. "Liza, darling!" Her face was almost identical to Liza's, but with visible wrinkles of age around her eyes, radiating warmth. "Quite the welcome Mom" Liza replied with a chuckle, carefully navigating up the porch steps. "Well, of course. I get to see my two favourite people." Martha wrapped her arms around Liza's shoulders in a tight e...

Back at mom's, Gary is back. Liza looked forward to visiting her mum every week, but not for the reason she was feeling today, she found herself unexpectedly excited about going there. As she drove, she could feel the anticipation across her chest. Since her encounter with Gary the previous week, Liza had felt guilty. Liza decided not to mention it to her husband, Mike. She loved her husband, but seeing Gary had brought b...

Part 3 Liza checked her makeup and pretty face in the rearview mirror before taking a deep breath, slightly nervous about her more risqué choice of clothing. Her hands trembled slightly as she got out of the car and pocketed the keys. She made her way to her mom's front door and went inside. "Hey Mom, I'm here!" She called out as she closed the door. "Oh, Liza," his mom said as she came into the hall. "Gary is here!" her...

Liza was horny as hell, and she wanted Gary; she wanted to fuck Gary so bad. Her pussy was wet thinking of him; he was so hot sitting across from her, she eyed him and studied him from head to toe. Gary was as bald as a cue ball. Liza bit the tip of her finger and slowly ran it over her lips, imagining Gary's small, bald, round head between her thighs, moaning. Gary could eat her pussy like no other man ever had before. S...

Shower release. Liza sat on her plush couch, her mind racing with thoughts of Gary. She couldn't get him out of her head even as she sat watching TV with her husband, no matter how hard she tried. Her husband, Mike, had pestered her for sex all evening, but the thought of being with him made her stomach turn. The memory Gary had planted in her mind of Mike's infidelity was still fresh, and added with the image of Mike nak...

After work, first date. Savouring the power she had in this situation, feeling her body and soul sing as Gary was willingly sharing her fantasies and games. "Meet me later, after work." "Dinner?" Gary asked. "Sure," Liza said. "My treat". Gary grinned, "It's a date, but only if you...". Liza was already hungrily sucking on her coated fingers; the idea of a date with him had her hopes up of something bigger, something more...

After work, first night at Mom's. Liza walked into the mall, her heart thumping with excitement and anticipation. She had an hour for lunch, and she knew exactly where she was going to spend it – shopping for a new outfit to wear for Gary tonight. She wanted to look perfect for him, to embody the dream woman/wife he desired. She wandered through the racks of clothes, her fingers trailing over the soft fabric of the dresse...

Before dinner. Martha felt her heart race as she slowly made her way through the familiar hallways of her daughter Liza's home, each footstep echoing through the empty house. She had always loved the way that Liza's house felt, warm and welcoming with a touch of elegance. Martha had always known that she was welcome here, but today felt different. Today, she was on a mission; she HAD to seduce her son-in-law, after her ow...

Dinner Martha sat across from him, her legs crossed, her foot gently touching his calf under the table. She knew what she wanted, and she wasn't going to let anything get in the way of that. As they ate, Martha made small talk, asking him about his job and how he was finding life in the city. But all the while, her mind was focused on what Liza and Gary were doing. Martha imagined her daughter's slender body writhing in p...

Martha’s bed After the dining table fuck, Liza snuggled into Gary's, cuddling on her mother's sofa as he watched a TV programme that Liza had zero interest in. Gary had made her leave the panties on the floor at the head of her mother's dining table, just like he had told her to do in her office, breathing heavily and contentedly in his arms, pressed against his portly frame, her pussy full and leaking over her mother's s...