Carol’s Mom


Carol had just left to pick her Mom up from the railroad station and I was quite pleased. Her mom Janice and I have always got along quite nicely, and I always enjoy having her over. In her early sixties, Janice is nicely endowed so far as boobs, ass and hips are concerned. Her hair is long and gray with a lot of highlights. Her style of dress is skirt and blouse with kitty heels and those shoes are usually in black or red patent and look quite nice. Carol thinks it is sweet of me when her Mom leaves her glasses on the coffee table or in the kitchen and I’ve always cleaned them for her with a biker’s bandanna. I like the kind of glasses she has, narrow oval; half-square or half-moon in silver or gold. Sometimes they hang across her ample boobs and, with the room light glimmering in those glasses, yup that always gets me hard. Carol and I have been married ten years; we have no rug rats, so it gives us plenty of time for an active sex life. Piano and riding a motorcycle are the things I really enjoy while Carol’s thing is sketching in charcoal and watercolor painting. Carol and Janice got back and Carol told me, “Mom will be staying for about two months.” I have no problem with that. One day while I was at work, Carol was looking for Christmas decorations and found a box of my old stuff in the garage. Who knows why she had to call me at work but she did. “Harry, I just found this box in the garage, You won’t believe what is in it.” I doubted it was a box containing nice chunks of twenties or fifties in nice thick packages like steaks, but the way she spoke, you’d think she found gold. I began to remember what was almanbahis şikayet in that box, old magnets and telephone magneto’s. It began to dawn on me that what she was so excited about were a number of large bras with a nice selection of ladies half-glasses with very nice glass beaded neck chains. I wondered why I’d begun to collect ladies glasses and neck chains and my mind went back to the second floor of Defiance Bleachery one Wednesday afternoon. It probably happened after I told Ruthie how hot she looked in her gold half-moon glasses as she read the Taunton Gazette during lunchtime. I asked her why it was I had certain feelings down south when I saw her in half-glasses. “Oh really? Like you’re aroused?” “Yeah.” “That is not uncommon, I can show you why you might be aroused at noontime.” “So Ruthie, you’re not mad?” “No I’m not mad; it means you think that I look pretty good at my age.” “Well yeah, I thought that for a while now.” “Well, you wait till lunch time when everyone goes out to cash their check.” We found a quiet spot and everyone was out cashing their checks at Fernande’s or Henry Dions store by the tracks. Ruthie told me to drop my pants. She was wearing a nice pair of gold half-moon style. She wrapped the beaded chain for her half-square style around me and stroked my balls with those sparkling half-glasses, then jerked me off so the lens of her glasses were smothered in my warm thick cum It was so erotic to see her lick my man sauce off her glasses and somehow I knew I’d always have a passion for them. Funny how one can know that. She told me she was getting some eye work done and almanbahis canlı casino would no longer need glasses for reading and would I like to buy her glasses and neck chains? A week later I had a few dozen very nice styles of ladies half-glasses with beaded chains. I remember buying the brassieres at thrift shops . When Carol asked me about the box and its contents, I said, “It’s mostly guy stuff I’d imagine; green glass insulators for wires, real old magnets and something with those magnets on them with a brass gear and a crank. And a few bras rolled up with ladies half-glasses and beaded neck chains. Yeah, I remember that now, must have been over twenty-five years ago.” “Harry, I think it is so sweet about those glasses and beads. Did you have some sort of fetish way back then? I mean, it is a part of you I never knew about. Where did you get those bras. . . they have to be for a large lady. Is this why you like keeping my Mom’s glasses nice and clean? “Whoa Babe, one question at a time.” I think of Mom. She is a large woman, not fat but big and her ample boobs have always been a source for my fantasies. Actually, though, it had to be Ruth, she was well busted. I am feeling a bit odd as my past is catching up with me, rather quickly too, I might add. “Yeah I think that is a possibility.” I tell Carol sheepishly and hope it is the end of the subject. “We can talk it over later on, Harry.” I know what that means, pillow talk. Oh yes, the subject of rolled up bras, half-glasses and beaded neck chains would never die in this house. While Carol and Janice were fixing supper, I was fixing up that old almanbahis casino telephone magneto. I had a few more down in the cellar, in an oak box, with the ringers as well. One of the other things I like to do at times is to buy old electrical antiques and I think I can lay my hands on a few of the old Bonnie I just never thought Carol would even think of something so wild. “Sure dear, that would be so nice.” “But not as wild as leaving your cum on them and her finding them like that the next morning when she gets her coffee and starts reading her novel.” “Damn, that’s very wild.” I remember seeing Mom’s glasses on the coffee table and hope she left them there. Carol goes off and returns, triumphantly wearing her mom’s gold half-moon style glasses with a pearl beaded chain. She takes them off and dons the glasses she wore before she left the bedroom. Carol wraps the chain of her Mom’s glasses around my cock and begins to drag those half-rounds all over my erection. It felt so nice and, knowing they were her Mom’s glasses, I blew my load all over them, three good ropes of the stuff. Mom won’t be reading through these in a hurry. “Carol, you’re okay with this bit of messing around but what if your Mom likes what I did to her beloved glasses and wants me to do a thing or two for her.”  “Oh, that’s okay. Many think it isn’t, but that’s because it’s all done on the sneak. I want you to satisfy my Mom. Tell you what Harry, you get up early and take a bike ride. Get back around noon, okay? I’ll be out. Let’s see how Mom handles this sticky situation. Anything she wants, do it for her.” “Anything?” I asked with my eyebrows up, totally surprised. “Yes, anything.” Around six thirty next morning, I’m sixty miles away and as much as I am enjoying the ride I have to wonder how my mother in-law is going to feel when she finds her glasses have been covered in my man sauce.

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