After I moved in with my son and his wife, this was my view every morning as I walked into the kitch

After I moved in with my son and his wife, this was my view every morning as I walked into the kitchen for breakfast.

It took me two weeks before I gave in and touched her ass. When she turned around I fully expected her hand to be whipping around to slap me. Instead she just put her hands on the counter, spread her legs and leaned back against the counter. “About time you realized I was offering you something. Now, is there something else you’d like to touch?” she finished as she meaningfully looked down at herself.

I just grinned and reached out with one hand for a tit and with the other to her pussy. I soon had her undressed and I wasn’t long behind. My first orgasm didn’t take long - it had been awhile after all - but the subsequent ones took longer which she really appreciated.

I came in her warm - and very wet - pussy for the last time in the shower about half an hour before my son was due home. As we dried off, she said, “Now, Fred has been trying for a year and a half to get me pregnant. After nothing happened, I secretly took some of his sperm to a lab and had it tested. He’s infertile. But I know if I told him, he’d react badly and insist on divorcing me or something dumb like that.”

I had to nod - he was a noble idiot like that. “It was probably the mumps he had as a teenager.”

She nodded. “Likely. Anyway, you can have all of me you want as long as you don’t do anything to prevent pregnancy. And he can ride me all night long if he wants - I can take it,” she said with a salacious smirk. “Deal?”

“Deal,” I said as I kissed her and patted her on the ass.