I wrote this to someone when talking about taboo relationships and thought it might be appropriate here. It involves cheating and yes I know I’m a terrible person. This is about how I met my gf’s mother and fell completely under her spell, and what happened and what didn’t happen.
To give you some background, my then gf, now wife has a very striking look. Her face has prominent cheekbones and almond eyes that drove me wild when we started dating. What a catch! However for whatever reason our sexual chemistry has at times been off. Perhaps this is normal for couples, but despite my being terribly attracted to her, our passion hasn’t always been there in the bedroom. I think we liked dating, and early on we were voracious, and had tons of fun together and slowly built a deep and profound emotional bond. But our sexual chemistry was just not always 100% there, and there were dry spells.
She would talk about her mother, divorced and living alone, but it took me months before she finally introduced me. She had said they didn’t get along, her mother was a toxic person, and I kind of suspected that it more a question of her just not getting too attached. My parents adored her and so I didn’t really see why she seemed so reticent for me to meet her mother – her only real family. But then finally she asked me if I would come home with her for the holidays. I eagerly agreed, curious to finally meet this woman and we went and stayed with her.
When I first saw her, I kind of realized why my gf at the time had been hesitant for us to meet. Her mother was about 20 odd years older than me, in her early 50s I’d say. I could see the resemblance – they shared the same striking features. But, to put it bluntly, it was clear that the daughter had not inherited all of her beauty or sex appeal.
It seems really callous to say but whereas my gf was casual with her clothes and appearance (and believe me that was fine with me), her mother ooooozed femininity. Perhaps she has nicer breasts, or simply more flattering clothing. She was naturally slim, where my gf/wife is constantly worried about her weight, etc. Or maybe it was her voice – the twangy southern accent that my gf tried to hide went beautifully with her throaty voice. I found my gf beautiful but her mom was fucking hot.
She was also, of course, toxic, a total narcissist. Completely unbearable, dominating every conversation, held political opinions that ranged from questionable to insane. She’s probably an antivax, Q obsessive by now… But I couldn’t care less, I was rapt. I did my best to appear polite but I think my gf kind of figured I was into her mother.
And of course she was a terrible flirt. She would laugh at my jokes, touch my arm. Her daughter would tell her to knock it off. I’m just being nice! she would protest.
She lived alone and would ask me to do things around the house – fix this, get that box down. She would comment that I was so nice and helpful. Her southern voice made everything seem flirty and fun.
So then came one evening where we were out with family and we all had a lot to drink. We walked home and my gf and her mom walked ahead and had a big argument. My gf stormed off to the bedroom and slammed the door while her mom just stood there smiling. I went to see her and we laid in bed and talked for a while and she eventually fell asleep. I was still a bit drunk, and went back out to kitchen, and the mother was there, preparing some kind of meal for the next day. She had presumably changed for bed and was wearing a silky robe. I stood there drinking water and we talked and she thanked me for being such a good bf. At one point we were standing at opposite ends of the kitchen, looking at each other and I realized her robe sort of opened to a very revealing nightie. I think I must have been embarrassed and blushed. I think we went on talking, her telling me how difficult things were, and how thankful she was that we were here. She was really happy to meet me. Eventually we had to end the conversation and go to bed and she came over to give me a peck on the cheek.
But it wasn’t a peck on the cheek it was a kiss on the mouth. She kissed me and looked at me. She apologized, she said she just had to see what that was like. There she was before me, and I can’t really explain my actions. This is where I did the absolute wrong thing. I knew it was a really bad idea but I kissed her again, deeply, and put my hands under her silky nightie and on her lower back and ass. I felt her hands under my shirt, her touch was electric. Soon she took me by the hand and we tiptoed into her room where we fell on the bed. I got up, pulled off her nightgown and there she was naked before me. Her breasts sagged a bit but were large and soft. Her stomach was flat and unlike my very natural gf, her bush was trimmed, and revealed the lips of her pussy between her firm and round thighs. She took excellent care of herself….
I took off my shirt but barely had time to lower my pants when she pulled me on top of her and and just like that I slid my dick into her and was fucking her. I went fast and hard and she cried out and then bit my shoulder, and soon I could feel her shudder and come, and I was having an incredibly intense orgasm a moment later. The whole thing took maybe 5 minutes. I have never, ever experienced sex like that with her daughter. I laid on top of her for a moment, my head next to hers, avoiding looking at her, and then quickly got up. She just looked at me. You better get back to bed, before she comes looking she said.
I left and went to wash myself in the bathroom sink. It was a real lady Macbeth moment, will I ever be clean? I was somehow convinced my gf would smell her mother… I tiptoed into the bedroom, stripped to my underwear and slid into bed, my gf asleep. When I woke I got up and went to pee, when I came into the room my gf was waking up. She looked at me and asked what that red mark was on my shoulder. I went and looked int the mirror. You couldn’t tell it was a bite mark, but I knew…
Here’s the thing. I assumed something would happen. Either we’d break up and it would not come up or her mother would eventually take a wicked pleasure in ruining my gf’s current relationship, her best chance at a long term love in a while. Her mother meanwhile was a bitter thrice divorced woman who pushed everyone in her life away.
But it never happened. I actually did more with her when she came to stay with us for three weeks when our baby was born. I felt terrible, having sex while my wife slept… I don’t think I’ve ever been more depressed in my entire life. If not for my daughter I might have done something terrible.
But somehow, miraculously, she got tired of it, or me, and told me we had to stop. She basically saved my marriage. She looked miserable and it was the only time I saw her show love for her daughter. We have since moved overseas, and we barely see each other. My wife’s hate for her has faded, but she’s a kind and generous grandma. We never have time alone, so we never address what happened, though I think about her often, when having sex with my wife or just on my own. I think about all the things I would have liked to do but didn’t get a chance: face fucking or anal sex etc… Ah well…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qhhv58/my_girlfriends_motherf_a_tale_of_lust_and_regret
What’s politics got to do with having sex? Dam leave that out of it!