Maud Overswell led her darling son-in-law across her bedroom to the wall of closets. She turned to him, drew him closer by the hand and put an arm round him to keep him close. “Granville,” she said, “you know what is in this closet, I’m sure. Shall we take a peek?”
The twenty-year-old, newly married husband felt like jelly. He knew all right. He knew Maud was playing with him, and would very soon have him panting and begging at her feet. The door swung open – and he was faced with rows of her magnificent blouses. Not just pretty blouses: SATIN blouses. All of them.
“Shall we play a lovely blouse game, my darling,” she cooed, looking at his open mouth and wide eyes. “I want you to feel lovely in my things and I know that what you love more than anything when you come to my house is to feel the nice touch of my blouses. Isn’t that right?”
“Oh yesss, Mother-In-Law.” His voice was a whisper.
“Well you can help me darling. Look, there’s the rail by my armchair. Help me pick out some nice blouses for us and we’ll hang them over there.”
Five minutes later the rail had ten blouses hanging in pure, gleaming satin, and Maud was sitting on her armchair in her peach blouse and jade pleated silk skirt. “Come,” she beckoned and patted her lap for his bare bottom.
“There’s my good boy,” she oozed, drawing him into her bosom with both arms. She had five blouses within easy reach on her armchair, so that she could alternate them for dressing her favourite, or for playing with his erection in one blouse or another. As for Granville, all thought of his dearly-beloved wife took second place as he let himself be seduced and fondled.
“Hold this blouse for Mommy,” she said, spreading her silver satin evening blouse across his rampant cock. She loved seeing a stiff point in the front of one of her large blouses, pointing it up towards her face, and captivating her little playboy in the delicious smoothness of its satin bodice. “Spread your hand over mine, darling,” she said, “and help me to thrill your big stiff manhood. Mmmmm! Mmmmm isn’t that LOVELY! Oh Granville, you are being such a good boy for Momsy today.”
Granville knew he was. Maud wanted him to feel the unbelievable pleasure of her satin blouse sliding and closing up and down the length of his cock, and he was only too happy to oblige. Ohhh! the pleasure. His hand and her hand slid her blouse all over his cock – in a tidal wave of pleasure. It was no wonder he couldn’t control himself. No wonder it took only a minute for his cock to leak lots of his cum into the blouse frills and buttons. But Maud didn’t mind that. She laughed. Kissed him. And selected the next blouse. He would have to learn better self-control, she told him. Then began wanking him again.
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