It was mid-morning on a Tuesday. Ethan pulled into the driveway where Carl's truck had been parked just forty minutes earlier. He got out and began his accustomed walk to the front door.

"It's chilly today, even for this time of year," he thought to himself.

Ethan's affair with his mother-in-law had now been going on for half a year, but their passion had not abated in the slightest. She consumed his thoughts day and night, and he knew that she felt the same way. Even when they were far apart, he could always smell her perfume, see her smile, taste her lips. They had not had an opportunity to be together in over three weeks, as Ethan had some projects to catch up on and Carl had taken some PTO days, so today was sure to be extra special. Ethan did not want to waste a moment, knowing that his beloved was just behind that door.

Each time Ethan would arrive at the agreed-upon time, Evelyn would be standing in the same spot waiting for him, but she would always surprise him with a different outfit. One time she wore a green silk robe that seemed not to hang but to float on her. On another occasion, she had worn cobalt blue crotchless panties with matching bra. Her fingernails and toenails were painted the same color. She had even applied cobalt-blue lipstick. Another time, she wore nothing at all but bright red slingback pumps and thigh-high fishnet stockings. She had accessorized with black-rimmed reading glasses and had coiled her hair into a tight bun with a pencil protruding from the top. When Ethan walked in and saw her, she gave him a sly smile and pulled the pencil from her hair, letting it drop to the floor behind her.

"Oopsie!" she had voiced with an exaggerated high pitch that served to spotlight her femininity. "I seemed to have dropped my pencil. How silly of me! I'd better pick it up."

She turned around and ever so slowly bent over at the waist to pick it up, giving Ethan plenty of time to soak in the heavenly view.

But today was different. Ethan entered through the unlocked door, just as he had done a hundred times before, but this time, there was no Evelyn there to greet him.

"Umm, this is a first." He thought quizzically.

"Evelyn?" he called out. "Ev, hey, babe, where'd you disappear to?"

There was no reply, but Ethan soon picked up the scent of something freshly baked. He followed the scent to the kitchen, where he found a tray of peach cobbler, just out of the oven. But there was still no sign of Evelyn.

"Evelyn, sweetheart, come on out." Ethan's voice was tinged with growing concern. "You're starting to worry me here a little."

Ethan left the kitchen and proceeded down the hall. At the midway point, as he passed a room on his right that had been Skye's bedroom when she was growing up, he heard a faint buzzing sound emanating from behind the closed door of the master bedroom at the end of the hall. It grew louder with each step until he finally reached his destination. With more apprehension than he would have been willing to admit to, he rapped on the door with his knuckles while turning the knob.

"Ev? Sweetie, you in here?" He asked as calmly as he could manage as he stepped into the room. That's when he saw her. It was a sight that would be burned into his memory for the rest of his life.

Evelyn was sitting up in the bed, nude, reclining against the headboard with pillows propped up behind her, knees bent. With both hands, she was moving a purple, glitter-speckled vibrator back and forth along the length of her sopping wet pussy.

"Oh my," she said playfully, "I guess you caught me with my hand in the cookie jar. How embarrassing!"

Ethan just smiled. "Well, I won't tell if you won't." He began to unbuckle his belt.

"Nuh uh," Evelyn scolded. "That's not allowed. You're just going to watch."

Evelyn lifted her arm and pointed. Ethan turned his head and saw the chair that had been strategically placed against the opposite wall, facing the bed.

"Sit and watch, but no touching," Evelyn commanded.

Ethan nodded his acknowledgement. He obediently sat down in the chair and placed his hands on the tops of his thighs. Evelyn returned to pleasuring herself, her eyes locked with Ethan's, each daring the other to be the first to look away. Neither did. As the minutes went by, she would vary the speed and depth of her insertions. Or she would hold the toy by the back end and twist so that it rotated inside of her. Once, she pushed it in nearly all the way, then let her arms fall limply to her sides and let the machine do all the work, its motor whirring loudly. With her hands now free, she moved them to the undersides of her breasts. Evelyn's breasts weren't huge, but they were certainly larger than average, surprisingly firm for a woman her age, and best of all: They were real. She lifted the right one and brought it up to her mouth. She sucked forcefully on her nipple, then moved her tongue around her areola in a counter-clockwise direction.

Ethan was trying to play by the rules, but this was testing his willpower in a big way. A guy can only take so much. He made a motion as if preparing to stand, but Evelyn shook her head and wagged her finger. Reluctantly, he returned to his original position, but his cock was straining, and his teeth were grinding.

"MEANIE!!" he exclaimed. They both laughed.

Soon after, Evelyn began to thrust the vibrator faster, and she began to pant loudly. It was obvious to Ethan that she was close. For the first time since he had sat down, he lifted his hands from his thighs. He formed the heart shape with his fingers and silently mouthed, "I love you," just as Evelyn came so hard that she nearly passed out. Her orgasm lasted for over thirty seconds, after which--completely spent--she slumped motionless, every muscle sapped of its last ounce of energy.

"Oh, to hell with this!!" If Ethan had shouted it any louder, he surely would have rattled the windows.

He dove onto the bed, tossed the vibrator to the floor, and buried his head between Evelyn's legs.

She just watched him for a good while. "I'm the luckiest GOD DAMN woman in the world!" she thought to herself as she brought her hands to the back of his head.

"I love you too," she said in a voice so soft that it was barely audible. Then she used all of her fingers to massage his scalp while he ate her out.