A couple of days after my illicit encounter with Jennifer, I was on Facebook catching up with an old friend when I saw Anna, Jennifer's mother, come online. Smiling to myself, I quickly clicked on her profile to remind myself of our earlier conversation, and to refresh my memory of her good looks. Damn, what an attractive woman, I thought to myself as her picture in that tight dress and those high heels came up on my screen.

I decided to wait for her to open a chat window, but I began to finish my conversation with my old friend - just in case. I smiled to myself as, within a few moments, a window opened.

"Hi Jerry. It's nice to see you again, how's things?"

"Hello Anna, things are great, thanks, how are you? I hope you enjoyed your massage the other day?"

"Oh, you remember that do you?" I could visualize her smiling to herself as she typed her reply. "It was wonderful, one of the best I've had for a while. There's nothing like a good massage to relieve the stresses of a busy day."

"I couldn't agree more Anna. Sometimes, it's almost better than... oh, wait that's probably a little inappropriate, sorry."

A little smiley face popped up in the window, "Jerry! Really!"

"Sorry Anna, please accept my apologies. I really am a gentleman - most of the time," I blushed a little, hoping I hadn't put her off.

"Silly, I'm kidding! LOL" she responded. "And, you're right, it is better than sex sometimes!"

I smiled again. I'm beginning to like this woman I thought. Well, for more than just her looks, I mean. I felt myself growing in my jeans, as that delightful mental image of her naked on the massage table returned. This time, she was moaning quietly as a strong pair of hands kneaded her thighs and glutes. I clicked through her pictures and found the one of her in a wispy bikini laying on her front on a beach towel. Mmmm, perfect, I thought. I reached down to adjust myself in my jeans before my penis developed a permanent bend from the pressure.

"Jerry? Are you there?"

"Lol, yes, sorry. My mind wandered off for a second there"

"Oh really?" Where exactly did it wander off to, Jerry?" Another smiley face appeared.

Mmmm, she's is a tease. I can see where Jennifer gets it from.

"That's for me to know, and you to find out, Anna," I replied, wondering how far we could carry our flirtatious conversation.

"Would it help me find out if I bought you a drink?" Another emoticon, this time an innocent angel face with a halo.

"Maybe several drinks?" she continued.

"Anna, for several drinks, I'll tell you anything you'd like to hear... lol. Of course, I might be slurring my words so badly you might not understand what I was saying."

"How about tonight?"

Wow. I stared at the three little words on my screen, my cock now hard and throbbing in my jeans. For a moment I wondered if this conversation was having the same effect on her as she sat at her computer.

"Actually," she continued, "since Jennifer is going to a friend's for the next few days, why don't we do this at my place? That way we'll only have to worry about one drunk on the road rather than two."

Oh fuck! What am I getting myself into? No, she's just teasing, and I'm trying to read way to much into this. I'll go over, we'll have a few drinks and just get to know one another. You never know, we could be in the same family if Kenny and Jennifer get married.

"Anna, that's a great idea. What time, and can I bring anything?"

"Just yourself, and your sense of humour should do. Oh, and a bag of ice, our icemaker is on the fritz right now.

Oh, there's the front door, I'd better go, Jerry. See you any time after 7ish? Bye, Jerry"

"Um, you might want to let me have your address before you rush off, Anna." It quickly appeared on the screen before she signed off.

I sat there staring at her picture on my Facebook screen for what seemed like an eternity, but was in fact only about 30 seconds. My difficulty now was that I had to prepare for two eventualities. One, and the most likely, was that we would simply have a pleasant social evening, talk about kids and family, then call it a night a couple of hours later. Two, and I think my penis thought this one up, was that we would take our flirting to the next level and end up doing something very inappropriate.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed out loud. Why me. First the daughter, and now the mother! For fuck's sake, if the husband was around, I'd probably end up fucking him too! Thank God they don't have a pet gerbil! Fuck, fuck, fuck!

"Are you okay darling?" My wife appeared in the doorway and enquired, having heard my loud "Fuck" reverberate around the neighbourhood! 

"Oh sorry sweetie, just pissed off at our injury list for the next few weeks." Having been together for a long, long time, she knew exactly what I was talking about, and at least had the presence of mind to avoid demanding to know why West Ham is in East London.

"I'm sorry to hear that darling. Now, why don't you go for a walk around the neighbourhood and apologise to everybody within a one mile radius that heard you using such foul language!" She had a delightful smile on her face which belied her attempt at mild irritation.

"Of course dear. Should I write to the Times as well, just in case?" I got up, walked over and kissed her lovingly on the cheek. "Oh, I'm going to pop out and have a few drinks with an old friend tonight. Shouldn't be too late."

"Go ahead. I have a few old movies I need to get through, and not having to worry about dinner is just fine with me."

There, it was done. Within the space of a few seconds, I had used foul language and lied twice to my wife. Looking up at the clock, I saw that it was already approaching five o'clock. Time for a nice relaxing hot bath, I thought to myself, then a quick shave to remove the greying stubble on my face.

For the last few years, I had also taken to removing my pubic hair, prompted by one of our increasingly infrequent marital couplings. It came to light that she had been surfing the internet and had come across a website that, in addition to hundreds of pictures of beautiful women with completely smooth mounds, included numerous images of men who had removed all body hair, notably around their genital area, and she found this particularly arousing. Whether it was simply the over-sized penises on display, or the total lack of hair, I wasn't sure, but when she told me that she was going to shave me "down there" I must admit I found it produced an immediate reaction in me! Needless to say, we both enjoyed the lengthy sexual romp that followed!

A couple of hours later, I was fully refreshed, and smooth in all the right places. I chose a pair of jeans, white shirt, and tight white silk thong underwear - just in case!

"Okay Honey, I'm off," I poked my head around the wall to let me wife know I was leaving. "Enjoy your movies, and don't wait up in case I'm a little late. I have no idea when I'll be back."

"Bye, have fun, Jerry" 

Muttering to myself, "Ice, ice, ice," as I wandered to my car; I felt a familiar stirring in my loins...