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Story: ALL IN THE FAMILY- Part 3
 Author: slimv July 25, 2001 at 20:06:47 
in reply to: Re: Story: ALL IN THE FAMILY- Part 1 posted by slimv on July 25, 2001 at 20:05:19
    Part 3

As she fed me dinner, I realized something more than bathwater had passed between us and I was confused. I couldn’t help but stare at her beautiful 52 year old face as she alternated between smoking and eating. I quivered as I re-lived her touch though I knew she had only been doing her job. How could a 52-year-old woman have feelings for a 17-year-old boy? But this wasn’t her job. No one was paying her to give me a bath and if they were, no one paid her to give me a soapy hand job.
It felt strange sitting at the dinner table without Tammy and her father. Barbara noticed it too, which is why she brought up the funeral. We talked about the pole bearers and the preacher. We talked about the caskets. We talked about Todd who was asleep in his room and how he would never get a chance to know his mommy. The conversation became depressing and she changed the subject.
She asked what I would do with the money we’d get after our lawsuit with the trucking company was settled. I told her I didn’t know. I would probably just put it in the bank. She said she’d probably do the same with hers. She had every thing she needed except for a husband and a daughter.
I asked whether or not she would start dating again. I realized how crass the question sounded as soon it left my lips but I couldn’t take it back. She wasn’t offended. She laughed and took another puff from her cigarette and coughed. She was always coughing. Hardly a minute went by that I didn’t hear her clearing her throat or hacking out a lung. She asked what kind of man would have her. What do you mean, I asked?
Look at me, she said. I’m 51 years old. My best years are behind me. I’m a four pack a day smoker. No man in his right mind wants a woman like me when he could have someone younger and healthier.
Perhaps she was fishing for compliments. If she was, then I bit and she reeled me in.
She tried to smile but coughed instead. See what I mean, she said as she put out her cigarette and lit another. What about you, she asked? Are there any girls at school I should know about?
I shook my head no. It made me uncomfortable to talk about other girls in front of Tammy’s mother. Besides, I wasn’t interested in any one in particular. I told her I needed to think about Todd. I didn’t have time to be a kid. I was a father.
You’re too young to become celibate, said Barbara. I know. I was young once.

I blushed.

What about you, I asked? Don’t you need sex? It felt strange talking to my mother in-law about sex at the dinner table. But then again, the conversation would have seemed strange any where we had it.
Barbara didn’t seem to mind talking about it. She told me in a matter of fact tone that she and Bill hadn’t had sex in over five years because he was impotent. Then she put her cigarette between her lips and picked her breasts off the table. These were a waste of money she said.
Barbara put out her cigarette and lit another one. I didn’t know how to respond. I wanted to but didn’t know what to say. For several seconds there was an awful silence that hung in the smoke between us. She broke the silence by telling me a joke that went something like this.
It was a joke about an older couple that had been married for 40 years. The husband was impotent so his wife suggested he ask his doctor about Viagra. The husband took his wife’s suggestion and the Viagra worked wonders. A week later she got a call from her husband who said he was leaving her for 20-year-old woman. His wife told him that was OK, because she had found a younger man, and 20 goes into 60 more times than 60 goes into 20.
I don’t know if I repeated the joke correctly but I laughed when she told it to me and I realized she was dropping a hint. But what if I misunderstood? This woman was my mother in-law. I was afraid of looking like a pervert.
Barbara refused to let the conversation end and her words and meanings became more blunt. She told me that last night was the first time she had slept alone in over 20 years and that she hated it. She asked if I wouldn’t mind sleeping with her tonight.
I’m a lot of things. I’m shy. I’m a little thick headed, but I’m not stupid.
As she changed into her nightgown she asked if I had ever slept with an older woman before and I told her that I hadn’t. She lit a cigarette and walked toward me. I was wearing pajamas, which is something I usually don’t do, but Barbara had put them on me after she gave me a bath. She asked I usually slept in them. I told her I didn’t. She pulled them off of me and I followed her into the bed.
Up until then, she had done all the work. I made the next move. I placed a plastered hand around her shoulders and pulled her close and kissed my dream. She could have screamed, pulled back or even slapped me but she didn’t. It had been two days since my last cigarette and I was glad. Kissing her for the first time with tainted taste buds would have shortchanged the experience. I tasted her in all her glory as my tongue made love to hers. After what must have been several minutes, Barbara pulled away for another gulp of smoke. She turned her head and exhaled toward the ceiling, asking if her smoking didn’t disgust me. I answered her with another long kiss.
She seemed genuinely pleased by my response. She held her cigarette in one hand and my penis in her other. I kissed her cheek as she smoked and pulled my shaft. She turned her head and coughed more than once. She asked me to excuse her. I said I didn’t mind. She finished her cigarette with one last inhale as she put it out. Then she pushed me down and straddled me. She groaned at the point of penetration and threw back her head.
It was my first time on the bottom and I loved it. Barbara was only the second woman I’d ever made love to. I had done this hundreds of times in my mind but it was never as good as this. The view from the bottom was spectacular and I realized she was the dominant partner. She came first but kept grinding her hips into mine, giving me time to fire off a round of sticky semen. I had just cum inside my dead wife’s mother.
Barbara collapsed to my side in a coughing fit. Years of heavy smoking had taken its toll on her lungs. She was thoroughly winded. She assured me she would be all right. She just needed a cigarette. What an addict I thought, as I watched her pick up a pack of Virginia Slims from the nightstand. I wanted to light it for her, but my hands were useless. As she lit up, I knew I was in love.
She was right. Her coughing subsided with each deep puff she took. The sight of her smoking mesmerized me. I had never seen a woman smoke after she’s just had sex but needless to say I had thought about it a million times. So often reality pails to imagination but this just wasn’t the case. Barbara was bringing my fantasies to life, except for one. I should be smoking with her. We should be sharing a cigarette. As I watched her bask in the aftermath of sex, showering her lungs with thick relaxing smoke, I knew I should be joining her. But I was a closet smoker. What would she say if I asked her for a puff?

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